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five-miles-over · 6 months

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Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

updated January 26, 2024

Multiple Character Headcanons/Listicles

• Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

• How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters on Their Wedding Day (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters Celebrating the New Year (With You)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• She’s a Lady and I am Just a Boy: On the first day of taking ‘Fundamentals of Shakespeare’ at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor.

• Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery (College AU, crossover with Rory Slippery from Fortysomething)

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

I’ve Decided, I Will Not Let Your Shadow Separate From Me: After being elected the consul, Coriolanus receives many things - sleepless nights, pointless riots from the lower-class citizens, and you, his new personal slave. While the sleep deprivation and the noise from the plebeians annoy him to no end, he finds himself obsessed with you. (Yandere)

The One That I Desire: A general must always be in control, according to General Caius Marcius Coriolanus . But there often comes a time when even the most powerful general falls to temptation. And for Coriolanus, that temptation is you.

Henry V/Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Fairytale: While riding upon your horse in the woods, you come across a stranger with a silver tongue and golden curls. And he calls himself “Hal”. (Basically a meet-cute with fluff.)

• You Will Be Mine : The prince of England quickly becomes obsessed with you, a servant brought to his chambers to serve him breakfast. And there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you as his. (Yandere)

• First Time In London: Three days into your new life in London, you find yourself in a café after one of the dreariest mornings ever. Standing behind you in line is none other than Henry Plantagenet, a handsome gentleman with a zest for life and a romantic outlook that feels too good to be real. (Modern AU)

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

•So Much More: While holidaying in Switzerland at the Hotel Meister, you find yourself constantly being stood up by each and everyone you meet. And each time, the night manager Jonathan Pine is there to comfort you after delivering the bad news. But it’s really just part of the job…right?

• The Forbidden Room: Part One, Part Two : During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

• My Dearest Diamond : After nearly two years of working for MI-6, Jonathan tried to get in touch with you, the girl who stole his heart when he worked at Hotel Meister. For three weeks, the two of you rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you booked a five-day trip to London to see him.

As he prepares to make this holiday special for you, Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you…and carries out one last errand before you land.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Being Married to Robert Laing would Include...

Loki of Asgard from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love: You, a lady-in-waiting of Asgard’s Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki have been inseparable for years. What started with a mere look becomes something more precious. (Fluff)

• A Better King: While shopping with Thor in Mumbai (to kill time while Tony Stark is busy with a meeting), Loki learns about the “king” of Bollywood…and decides that he himself could be a better king.

• Take All of Me: Loki takes great delight in “ruining” his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time (corruption kink, smut)

• Dandelions: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

• Beauty is Where You Find It: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

• They’ll Call Your Crimes a Work of Art: A journalist for a small magazine in New York, you’ve been assigned to write a piece about the recent attacks led by Loki. So, you have a look at Loki himself to get your own perspective.

• Little Darling: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

THE PHANTOM OF ASGARD (THOR: THE DARK WORLD LOKI X READER)

Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is?

Part One

Part Two

FOR ALL TIME, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (TVA LOKI X WIFE!READER)

Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs...and everything seems a little too good to be true. (inspired by Wandavision)

Part One

Part Two: Mrs. Laufeyson

Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Part Four: Kitty Makes Three

THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)

For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign

• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)

• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)

You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs

• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland

• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.

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vbecker10 · 9 months

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Idk... these remind me of the stages of doing a home improvement project lol

Got the paint and all the stuff you need...

Starting off strong...

Examining your handy work...

Realizing it looks awful and you should have hired a professional...

Giving up and taking a nap...

Just me? Lol

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azula-karai-27 · 4 months

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I was playing around in bing AI (I learned so much about it from @oswildin 's tiktok so thank you so much 🥺❤)

And sometimes when I request Loki sometimes they manage to hit me with doctor Robert Laing too (not complaining at all btw 😗)

#loki #loki ai #ai art #robert laing #loki x reader #robert laing x reader #bing ai #f/o x s/i

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holdmytesseract · 9 months

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All The Right Moves

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...

Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever

°☆• Masterlist •☆°

This is basically based on this song...

... and this scene...

The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.

It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.

Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.

As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.

And some aces up your sleeve

I had no idea that you're in deep

I dreamt about you near me every night this week

It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.

How many secrets can you keep'

′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

When I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep

Spilling drinks on my settee

The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.

The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.

Crawlin' back to you.

Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.

You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...

Crawlin' back to you.

The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.

Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart's still open and

If so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly

On the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don′t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together, if you wanted to

With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.

While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."

Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.

Crawlin' back to you.

Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

(Calling when you′ve had a few)

'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I′ve thought it through

Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...

With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.

You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.

Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.

Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

(Do I wanna know?)

Too busy being yours to fall

(Sad to see you go)

Ever thought of calling darling?

(Do I wanna know)

Do you want me crawling back to you?

You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.

With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.

Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.

Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.

The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"

He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.

"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!

#dr robert laing #robert laing x you #robert laing x y/n #robert laing x fem!reader #robert laing x reader #robert laing #robert laing high rise #high rise fanfiction #high rise fic #high rise #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston character #Spotify

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variant-lokitty · 1 year

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happiest birthday to my ultimate london boy! ❤️

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #james conrad #james conrad x reader #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine #robert laing x reader #robert laing #magnus martinsson x reader #magnus martinsson #will ransome #will ransome x reader #thomas sharpe #thomas sharpe x reader #thomas william hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston x reader #variant-lokitty post

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Up All Night 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You take the three minutes you have before you’re due for the meeting to pull on the black leggings you keep in your gym bag. It’ll have to do. You don’t have time to waste. The cardigan conserves your professionality.

You enter the meeting room. Ransom sits, hunched slightly as he squints at his laptop. He rubs his cheek, his lack of sleep showing in the bags under his eyes. You sit in one of the sleek black chairs and tap your fingers on the table. He aims a pointed look in your direction. You tap your nails louder.

“You call these notes?” He scoffs as he looks back at the screen.

“Mr. Drysdale, if you have your own, I suggest you go off of those.”

He rolls his eyes and sits back. “Whatever, I don’t need to fucking talk about the book. This is about a contract, not whatever bullshit plot this guy dreamed up in his shit–”

You see Robert Laing through the transparent panes of the wall. You recognise him from his author’s portrait. You stand in expectation as Ransom remains as he is, slouching in his chair as he swivels it back and forth. You muster a smile as Laing enters.

“Good morning, thank you for meeting me,” he takes the lead as he enters.

“Been waiting,” Ransom mutters.

“Robert Laing,” the writer introduces himself, offering his hand over the table.

Ransom makes a show of sitting forward and shakes it halfheartedly. To your surprise, the prospective client turns to you. You shake his hand eagerly, “Mr. Laing, we’ve been looking forward to it.”

“I know you,” he returns smoothly, “you must be the face behind the emails.”

“Ah, yes, that would be me,” you say proudly, raising your chin, “I trust you received the firm’s offer then.”

“I did,” he lowers himself into the chair across from Ransom and you sit as well, “I had my lawyer review it, of course. I’ve terms, a few, no major changes. More of an author than an editor, which is where you come in.”

“What do you want?” Ransom demands.

You clear your throat, “what are your suggestions?”

Ransom pivots the chair slightly and stomps your foot under the table. You hide the pain in your crushed toes and push your shoulders wise. He’s a little brat and he doesn’t like being reminded of that. He has to realise Laing is a hot property he can’t bully into taking the contract.

“It would be the percentage, solely, on the rights,” Laing unzips his bag and slides out a thin tablet, “what I think you’ve offered is just below fair, I would say. You must understand, everything I create is very personal.”

“We do understand, Mr. Laing,” you assure him, trying to disguise Ransom’s scoff as you raise your voice.

“Forgive my assistant. She talks too much. Let’s not get confused, Robbie, I’m the boss,” Ransom says, “so the lady is gonna leave and let the men talk figures.”

You slowly glance over at Ransom, careful not to lose your poise. You keep your smile in place and gather up your leather folder and metal pen. You stand.

“Of course, Mr. Drysdale, you are correct, I am only the assistant. Mr. Laing, it was a pleasure. You are very talented and I hope your place is with Thrombey Press. If not, I wish you the best in your endeavours.”

“Thank you,” he stands politely, “very nice to finally place a face to the name.”

You nod and strut out without looking back. There’s nothing more you can do and if Ransom blows it, he’ll know exactly who to blame. Though you’re sure he lacks that humility.

🩸

You settle in at your desk, the smell of cappuccino wafting up from your blouse. A bitter reminder of your hectic morning. You review the workday against Drysdale’s personal calendar. You truly hope he doesn’t intend to meet with the new non-fiction editor at that club.

Just as you feel your irritation fading, Ransom appears, striding past without a word. He slam his office door and you glance over. He steps up to the blinds and closes them, blocking your sight. Oh, you don’t think it went well.

You continue, trying not to think about it. Laing would’ve been a great acquisition, especially since Drysdale has lost several during his tenure. A few minutes pass before a message pops up on your screen.

‘Asshole is ‘thinking about it’.’

You open Teams and type back. ‘Better than a no. Let’s hope he accepts.’

‘Cappucino is cold.’

His response is about as much as you expect. You reply with ‘yes, sir,’ and grab your purse. Anything to get away from him. The wall is hardly thick enough to simmer your agitation.

You sweep out and check your watch. You’ll allow yourself fifteen minutes to get it together and get his cappuccino. You’ll do your best not to spit in it.

At the coffee shop, a local place you prefer on your rare breaks, you put in your order. A cappuccino for him, a tea for yourself. You move along the counter, joining the queue at the window, waiting for them to call your name.

You stand close to a table, the shop overcrowded. A chair scrapes and someone coughs. You try to shimmy out of the way as someone stands on the other side of the table.

“Excuse me,” the familiar voice calls your name, “I thought that was you.”

You turn an greet Laing with a smile, this one less put on, “oh, surprise running into you here.”

“Ah, yes, I’m afraid I have a weakness for caffeine. A writer’s curse,” he smooths his lapel, “and you?”

“Tea,” you answer.

“Mm, yes, black tea?”

“Herbal, no caffeine,” you assure him.

There’s an awkwardness there, things unsaid.

“Would you mind,” he gestures across from him, “five minutes. I’d love to run something by you.”

“Oh?” you tweak a brow curiously.

“Forgive me, I don’t know the man well, but you seem the brains of the operation,” he explains, “and honest at that.”

“Right,” you utter slowly.

“I promise, I won’t keep you long enough for your tea to go cold.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you wave him off, “I don’t mind.” You sit and forget all about your order, “I really think you could do well with Thrombey Press…” you begin the pitch Ransom scrapped.

#ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #drabble #series #the club #up all night #knives out #au #robert laing #high rise

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viv-annelore · 1 year

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#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston edit #hiddleston #hiddlestoner #hiddlesarmy #twhiddleston #thomaswilliamhiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #my edit #high rise #dr laing #dr robert laing #robert laing #tom hiddleston chararcters #january 2023 #shae annelore #viv annelore

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ladycamillewrites · 1 year

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▻ 𝙻𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

▻ “One bed with Laing“ request by the lovely @muddyorbs

▻ warnings: 18+ smut, alcohol, light voyeusism, bit of choking kink, language, dom!Laing vibes

“Laing?” you called out as the door to the bathroom in apartment 27 b was opened.

It wasn’t your original apartment though. Since the high rise 'still has to settle' to quote Royal some pipes were mocking, spilling water all over the 25th and 28th floor.

Fate had decided doctor handsome also known as Robert Laing and you were paired up to share one of the apartments still for sale to bide your time until the tinsmiths were done.

You were sure the building just wanted to punish you. Doctor Laing was incredibly fine, his face a work of art. His body in no way inferior when he sunbathed on the balcony, making your panties suffer.

“Yes, darling?” his soothing voice snaked across the corner so smoothly. Your knees feel like jelly once again. He had started to call you darling yesterday morning as you bumped into each other in the bathroom.

Awkward was not a way to describe how you had felt almost naked in front of the tall man who was soaking wet, only a towel hiding his privates women were lionizing.

But you just couldn't manage to speak freely to Laing, needless to say the plan to ask him out never became reality.

“I… erm, listen I work here in the building but your Job is so hard and you need the good sleep” you answered from the kitchen not really getting straight to the point.

Casually looking like elegant sex on legs the doctor strode in your field of view, doing the final touches of a black tie. He looked neat, precisely composed by daylight whereas the whole high rise knew that Laing could be an insatiable party animal.

“Beautiful woman, listen…” he purred coming closer, his cologne mingling with your freshly poured coffee. A kind of weird mixture you would be pleased to wake up to every day.

Stunned, you stood there, eyes glued on his veiny, big hand that wrapped around yours holding the mug. His unique oceanic gaze captured you with a wave of suave whispers, his voice now even deeper.

“What kind of gentleman would deny you the only bed in here?”

Your grip around the porcelain melted underneath Laing’s tender but determined hand.

“But like I said, we can-“

“No” the doctor simply chuckled, smirking as he hoisted the cup to his lip level. Your hand quickly surrendered and slipped off. A kind of submission you haven't planned.

“We will not ask Royal for permission to move in a three chambers apartment, dear.” Laing noted before taking another big sip of your coffee.

“Rules are designed to be followed, are they not?” Carefully, he slid the mug back in your meanwhile frozen hand and turned around with his open jacket swaying in the swift motion.

But the tall blonde whose tantalizing legs went all the way up to the rooftop, stopped for a second when he grabbed the silver doorknob.

“See you at the party, darling”.

“Have a good day, doctor” you chirped seeing him wink at you before there was only silence surrounding you in the apartment that wasn’t yours.

Sighing and mourning the majority of coffee Laing had claimed just like that, you weaved past the kitchen counter, eyes falling on the couch that was his makeshift bed.

“Fuck this” you murmured to yourself, eyeing the neatly folded sheets with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.

He had such a calculated, correct nature to himself yet shamelessly drank your coffee and always came home with his dress shirt sluttishly open and appearing ready for some debauchery.

Which he often caused or at least relished in a few floors above.

Tonight, the party at Charlotte’s… Laing had asked you to come but normally those things weren’t quite your thing. All the drunk people, drugs, loud music and so on.

Fumbling with the hem of your skirt your thoughts trailed off to your wardrobe, the black silk dress to be exact. No, it was too expensive to just bide it’s time on a hanger.

Perhaps the parties here were different to all the college booze-ups, you mused enjoying the last drops of hot coffee. Butterflies tormented your belly when your lips met the exact same spot Laing’s had caressed the red mug.

Clenching your thighs at the lewd thought of him kissing along your shoulders, suckling on your collarbone you made a decision; the handsome man with this special note of madness would see you at that fucking party.

“Where the hell is Laing?” Charlotte yelled, her voice barely audible between heavy beats and her hand resting on your ass. The slutty silk covered your upper thighs but that was it.

Two glasses of white wine had worked reliably, pulling your consciousness in a spiral of false bravery and sexual confidence.

Your friend was damn right.

Where was mister handsome now that you felt loosened up?

“Ladies… lookin’ sharp tonight, don’t ya?“ Wilder’s agitated voice suddenly made you flinch, the liquid in your glass gushing and splashing as you tripped over the rolled up carpet edge.

With a shriek you found yourself in strong arms keeping you from falling, a familiar cologne send hints through your nostrils.

��Wilder, my boy... You’re scaring her“ Laing chuckled, a blurry warning embedded in his quip.

You looked up, Laing looking down at you with his charming smile. A thousand sweet needles pricked your skin as the goosebumps spread across your legs. There he was.

How the hell were you able to withstand this god of a man’s magnetic pull for such a long time?

One of his dirty blonde eyebrows were raised as he sucked in his lower lip, completely fascinated by your cleavage on full display in that position. But you let him, marinated in the handsome doctor’s hungry gaze every single woman in the high rise tried to attract shamelessly.

“You did have quite a few drinks, huh darling?“

“Maybe… It’s Charlottes fault tho“ you giggled, a disoriented hand reaching out for your friends reassuring touch.

The alcohol did help to feel flirty nevertheless, Laing was weirdly intimidating like this; hair sleazily disheveled, jacket god knows where and dress shirt halfway open exposing his chiseled chest adorned by subtle hints of blonde curls.

But she was gone, yelling across the room from a free couch instead.

You took a glance at Laing who had pushed you back on your legs now, hand lingering on your ass for an inappropriate time. Whereas everything going down in the high rise was highly inappropriate, needless to say far from legal or sane.

And the man who looked so neat in the mornings was inhaling the poisoned air as if it was clean oxygen.

“Come, sit on my lap, y/n“ it sounded as sugary as a romantic ask yet making your lower muscles tense up in magical anticipation. You’ve never been that close to Laing except of a few hugs before he was off to university.

Everyone knew his thighs were a dangerous place to be.

However, when you finally straddled him, his sharp jaw resting on your shoulder while he spoke to his friends with that low timbre, you nearly imploded.

Track of time was long lost with Laing, Charlotte and countless other residents forgetting about the world and going feral.

“Could you prescribe me some uppers?” Charlotte mewled trying to hinder Wilder from biting her exposed thighs.

Laing’s “no” was a deep gravelly eruption, the vibrations transferring to your already sizzling core.

His demanding hand snaked underneath your arm, dexterous digits sprawled across your lower belly as the doctor held you firmly in place.

“Á propos, did you know the female orgasm can be just as effective?”

Gasping, a cherry tone shot up to mingle with your rosy blush. As if under a spell, your body leant closer to explore the sensation of his bare chest against your back while your mind drowned in his suggestive words.

“I bet Doctor Laing is experienced in anatomy” something drove you to coo, making him shift underneath you.

A rock hard erection was pressed against your clothed pussy. Laing made zero effort to hide his obvious arousal.

“Especially in female anatomy” the lewd oath accompanied a wanton twitch of his length, drawing a dirty moan from the depths of your lungs.

The last bits of shame and common reason let your hand fly to cover your scarlet lips.

But Laing’s elegant fingers wrapped around your own, gently but dominantly pulling them down, the tips lewdly hooking in your lower lip.

He tasted clean, the aura of disinfectant embracing a sweet hue of cranberry syrup.

“Look around, pet” he purred in your ear, his hot tongue tickling your earlobes as he spoke. You knew you would never be sated with his rich voice and the English accent dripping like molten gold let him appear so snobby.

And you obeyed, head tilting to the right as your eyes, sensitive to every flash and motion, scanned the loud party. Clothes were scattered on the floor or adorning men and women in a halfway ripped state.

Feeling your jaw trying to drop against Laing’s hand, you took in the obscene images of people naked, panting, moaning… fucking.

Charlotte was on her knees for Wilder, the alcohol not leaving her unfazed as well while the young woman from the 26th spread her legs for a manager from the upper thirties.

It was heavy yet incredibly salacious to your mind.

“Can- can we le-?“ But your question faded with a subtle buck of Laings hips allowing his clothed cock to slip between your wet folds.

The lack of panties wasn’t helping your working nerves, eager to find out what more of his body against yours would feel like.

How he could make you feel with his cock… maybe even better than his teeth sinking in your neck?

“Apologies, what were you saying?“ The smug man chirped, winking as you looked back at him. His cheeks were painted with a subtle red only underlining his bone structure that was nothing but the one of a Greek god; sharp, accurate and alluring.

“More…I want more of you“.

A ridiculously short time later you found yourself in the huge bedroom of your shared apartment, swaying in Laing’s arms after he had put 'My Way of Life' on the vintage record.

One of the few items he had brought along from his original apartment and what made you even more curious about this complex man.

“You want me to show you pleasure?“ Laing purred, his big hand still resting on the small of your back, drawing seducing circles.

As if he was clinging to the gentleman that was lingering somewhere deep within him but had long lost to a more primal nature.

Sinatra’s melodic voice still rung in the background as you lost yourself in the baby blues, feeling the white wine bubbling on your puffy lips. Doctor Laing was a twisted drug, even more arousing than any alcohol Charlotte had talked you in…

Your demure nod brushed his agape mouth as he leant down, guiding his hot breath to fan the fresh bite marks on your neck. He smelled like luxurious Champagne goading you to accept and await his feverishly skimming lips.

The passionate kiss was promise and salvation at the same time, his rough tongue objecting to Laing's gentlemanly image.

Probably the sexiest discrepancy.

“I will now, darling. But you’re too fucking sexy to claim with those men around. I know what they’d try but the doctor doesn’t share“

Laing snapped, inviting the maniac that slumbered within to get a hand tight on the steering wheel.

Greedy hands clasped around your waist, suddenly pushing you backwards on the bed, hoisting and guiding your body like it weighed as light as a feather.

You could swear you saw the white fabric of his shirt almost burst from his flexing trained shoulders.

“I thought I should take the bed for myself?“ You giggled, gasping for air as his pearl white teeth sunk in the soft flesh under your breasts. Those have been his own words the day you involuntarily moved in together.

You were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Or chivalry as Laing would call it in the sober mornings.

Perhaps he was some weird kind of gemini; two-faced like the 24 hours of the day split into daytime and night.

A dark chuckle greeted your ass when Laing roughly gripped your ankles, flipping you around and roaming across your beautiful butt cheeks while his nose pushed the hem of your dress up.

“Yes, for sleeping. But for now I will fuck you so thoroughly, the only thing you need to worry about is walking tomorrow“.

You whined, bursting with anticipation for this irritatingly handsome man to make true to his words. It felt too good to be on full display for Laing hungry with need and desire.

Staying down, enjoying the view of the most alluring woman in the high rise, Laing's left hand found your neck.

Twitching at the feeling of fabric slipping across your head, caging your throat you tried to find out what was happening.

“Shhh...hold still for me, dear“ Laing pulled his black tie, now adorning your neck, tighter, chuckling when you tried to wriggle out. I vain, of course what mercilessly goaded his pulsing cock.

A kinky man, you grinned silently, ready for him to push you in his own twisted world.

“Fuck“ his baritone rung from behind before he redirected his attention, nibbling on the soft flesh “you’re gorgeous“.

“Gods, doctor Laing would you fuck me already?“ Your ass wiggled wantonly, accompanying your decadent plea so the blonde man couldn’t help it but loose himself completely.

“Up on all fours and spread, darling. The doctor needs some space to work“.

A rough tug of the tie around your throat made you gasp but rapidly transformed in the ardent sensation of submissiveness.

His voice was dripping with a wicked dominance nearly finishing your wet pussy. However, his charming coos of 'darling' wooed the shit out of your heart feeling like a reward for the subtle tries of flirting for days.

The unbuckling of his belt, hidden by the dress shirt hanging sluttishly open, rung like a church bell inviting you to sin.

“La- Laing… please“ you shuddered, nails buried in the duvet as he dragged the wide tip of his cock through your throbbing folds, relishing in every visible twitch of your muscles.

The smug smirk was audible when he rasped in your ear from behind “It’s doctor Laing, hm?“ And then he breached you for the first time.

Slowly, intimately inch by fucking inch until your parted lips summoned the sweetest sounds underneath him.

“Come on…ahhh fuck…y-you almost made it“.

His words send sparkling stars to flash in front of your eyes when the promise became too sweet. Fuck, you didn’t even know if you could take it but your dizzy body was more than willing to try.

“You are my way of my life - The only way I know“ Sinatra sang in the background while the intoxicating man from the 25th floor claimed you, and overwhelmingly so.

Bucking your hips when you felt his cold hand against your sex, Laing scoffed through gritted teeth, the sound something primal and needy.

“You did it. Good girl“ he purred leaning over and circling your clit in lavish strokes before finally withdrawing to grip your hips.

Moaning like a whore as you realized he was checking if his cock was fully buried within you, Laing started pulling out.

The black fabric that wantonly connected his hand with your sensitive throat occasionally jerked, opening the heavy doors to hyper-stimulation.

Hundreds of stars you had seen a flash of before returned as colorful fireworks with the brutal pace he was setting. An obscene smell of sex infiltrated your shared apartment, the bed creaking and shaking from his recklessly snapping hips.

Bruises would adorn your hips soon but you couldn’t care less. The handsome doctor pushed you closer to release with every thrust knocking the air out of your exited lungs.

“Oh godd… do-doctor Laing, please“ but you had long forgotten what exactly you were begging for.

His whoreish grunts and slaps of your reddened ass were more aphrodisiac than you could take. Hearing his breath quickening, you awaited the next slap because you learnt it would mean a soft caress after.

“Ngh shit... y-you’re so tight“.

For you, you thought, completely numb to the terrific thoughts of what could happen tomorrow morning when you both would wake up sober again.

“Are you coming for me, darling? Oooh, you are…I can feel your perfect pussy gripping me… f-fuck“.

Robbed of control over your body, your head dropped down in orgasmic defeat. Glassy eyes watched the decadent way you were united, Laing’s wide cock wet and disappearing inside your core over and over again in a dizzying pace.

“Uh-huh“ was all you were capable of with mouth agape, hormones running riot in your system.

“Do it, gorgeous. Show me how…ohhh damn…much you need me“ he grunted, own head lolling back with his disheveled curls bobbing in the doctor’s relentless thrusts.

Increasingly, your nerves began to sizzle like electric wires out of control. But it all wasn’t enough Laing decided under a heavy moan of your name when your knees lost contact to the bed, floating under his powerful grip.

His cock was triggering every sweet spot in this new angle, making the unbeatable sensation of the first penetration make do with the second place.

All the tension suddenly snapped as you cried out, feeling like dying the most enticing death life had to offer.

As if he wanted to hear every tone and note you had to give to praise him, the tie dropped from his grasp.

Laing made you ride out your orgasm, giving you long, deep thrusts to sweetly remind you of his presence until your feet hit solid ground again.

Panting with legs wobbly and slowly giving up under your own weight, your eyes fluttered shut.

Thoroughly spent but still burning like a wildfire.

“Ah, ah!“ Laing chided “I'm not done... you better start counting now“ his voice husky from suppressing his own climax and moaning loud enough for the whole 27th floor to hear.

“One“…

thank you for reading!! I hope you liked it Ally 💚

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