Summary: What happens when you let a stranger take you home?
Warning: unprotected sex, sex between strangers, degradation, branding, hand around neck (not choking),
A/n: This is my final post for my 1k celebration! This has been so, so fun!
The music is blaring in your ears.
The lights are blinding you.
The alcohol is clouding your judgement.
The hands around your waist have you falling… Falling hard.
“Come home with me,” The stranger mutters, nipping at your ear. He’d been eyeing you from across the room all night, sending you drinks, before finally coming up and dancing with you.
His jet black hair matches his suit perfectly, drawing your attention even more. You can feel his cock hardening against your ass, thanks to your dress. It’s been a while since you’ve gone home with a stranger, but the way he’s holding you has you wondering why you’re not already on the way to his house.
You moan quietly as he presses a kiss to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm… How do I know it’s going to be worth my time?” You tease, turning around before he can answer.
The stranger smirks, eyeing you up and down. He almost looks offended, until you realize he’s quite intrigued. “Because,” He starts, his hands trailing down to your ass. “I’ve been watching you all night, studying you. Figuring out what you like, what you don’t like,” He mutters, his finger lightly trailing up your spine.
When he reaches your neck, he wraps his hand around the back of it, pulling your face closer to his. Your stomach practically explodes with lust, your lips parting. “I know you like being tossed around like you weigh nothing. I know you like it when a man puts you in your place,” He says, which makes you scoff.
He’s full of shit.
If he knew anything about you, he’d know you hate when men tell you what to do. You’re an independent woman, you don’t need anyone to tell you what to do. He’s wasting your time.
“Bullsh—“
He tightens his grip on the back of your neck, a smile creeping across his face. “I’m gonna give you 5 minutes to say goodbye to your little friends. After that, you’re going to follow me to my car,” He orders, his voice dropping.
You gulp, your heart racing in your chest. His orders had your cunt clenching around nothing but air. You nod, wondering if he really was right. How did he know something about you that you didn’t even know?
The man turns his back to you, swiftly walking to the front of the club, standing by the door. You frantically search for your friends, not wanting to find out what would happen if you took longer than 5 minutes. You finally see your friend, racing over to her.
“I’m leaving,” You say, trying to catch your breath. You hope you don’t look as fucked out as you feel, but you know you probably do. Your friend looks you up and down, a smile on her face.
“Leaving to do what?” She asks, smirking.
“To have the best sex of my life,” You reply, turning around before she can say anything. You hear her laughing behind you, but you’re not focused on that right now. You’re focused on the way the man’s eyes are locked onto yours as you push through the crowd, beckoning you to come to him.
“Excuse me… Move… Coming through,” You mutter, elbowing your way through the crowd. When you finally reach the man, you look up at him, already feeling yourself submit. He stares down at you, glaring.
“Follow me,” He orders, opening the door. You hurriedly follow him, your short legs no match for his long ones. You follow him through the parking lot, stopping when he reaches his car. “Get in,” He says, opening his door.
You start to open the door, but your hand pulls back immediately. You can’t get in the car with this man. You don’t even know his name. What about all you’d learned about stranger danger?
“Wait, what’s your name?”
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “You’ll find out soon,”
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The whole time on the way to your house, the stranger is stroking your thigh, completely ignoring the way your legs were clenching. He hadn’t said a word to you, only sighing and clenching his jaw. Now that you’re in your apartment, he has you backed against the door, his hands roaming your body.
“Spread those legs for me,” He mutters, never pulling away from your lips. You do as he says, not wanting to get on his bad side. You feel his fingers working to pull your panties down your legs, stepping out of them when they’re around your ankles. He kisses you again, blocking your view of what he does with your panties.
“P-please, touch me,” You breathe out, desperate for attention. You need him, you don’t care about the consequences.
The man tuts, shaking his head. “You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do,” He says, his hand grasping your shoulder. He pushes you down until your knees are touching your floor, eye-level at his crotch.
“Take me out,” He orders, motioning to the crotch of his pants. The hardwood floor is pressing against your knees, letting you know you’ll be sore tomorrow. You gulp, rubbing your hands over the growing bulge in his pants. You haven’t even seen his cock yet, but you just know it’s big.
If you’re gonna get ruined, might as well have fun with it, right?
You lean forward, staring up at him as your face moves closer. The man stares down at you, his chest heaving. You can tell he’s not used to waiting or not getting what he wants, and it spurs you on.
You stare at him while you stick your tongue out of your mouth, licking a stripe up his crotch, over his pants. The fabric leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but the way he reacts makes it worth it. The man chuckles darkly, his hands tangling in your hair.
He leans down so that his face is inches from yours, using your hair to pull your head back. “I tried to play nice, but you don’t like that, do you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head. Pure adrenaline is running through your body, your heart hammering in your chest.
“You wanna be treated like a little slut, don’t you? You love that you have no idea who I am,” He mutters, using his free hand to unzip his pants. You moan quietly as he tugs your hair, getting your attention.
“Answer me,” He orders.
You think over your response slowly and carefully, trying to piece together what kind of guy he is. Finally, you settle on a response. “Yes, sir,” You whisper, earning a groan from him.
He pulls his cock free, the sheer size of it sending a shiver down your back.
There’s no way you’re going to be able to handle this.
The man holds the base of his cock, tapping it on your lips, spreading his pre-cum on your lips. You close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock push through your lips, your mouth stretching around him. The stranger bottoms out, groaning as you open your throat for him.
He threads his fingers in your hair, throwing his head back, pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes are starting to water already, so you open your eyes, silently begging him to have mercy on you.
The man smiles down, chuckling deeply. He moves his hands from your hair to your throat, wrapping his hand around the bulge in your throat. He shakes his head, tutting. “Don’t act like you don’t love this… Taking a stranger’s cock down your throat. Knowing your throat will be sore for days but you won’t know who’s to blame,”
You whimper around his cock, staying still as he fucks your throat. Your eyes are burning with tears, but you’re determined to make the stranger proud.
The stranger grunts and moans until he’s close, quickly pulling out to avoid cumming down your throat.
He’s not done with you yet.
“Upstairs, now,” He orders, jerking his head to the stairway.
You scramble up to your feet, your knees weak with lust. The man follows your lead, landing a smack on your ass. You giggle quietly as you step into your messy bedroom, dark except for your nightstand lamp.
The man grabs your waist, backing up until his thighs hit the bed. He sits, pulling you close to him, you stumbling over his feet. You attach your lips to his, your fingers falling down to the buttons on his black shirt.
“Mm,” You moan, your fingers fumbling. You plop onto his lap, his thigh slitting between your legs. You grind your cunt on his thigh, your bare skin rubbing against the fabric.
The man chuckles against your lips, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass. “Can feel you soaking my leg through my pants; you that desperate?” He asks, pulling away from your lips slightly.
You whine, nodding your head. “Yes, need you so bad,” You whimper, gasping as he smacks your ass through your thin dress. You pull the shirt off of his shoulders, your fingers running over his porcelain skin. The stranger grabs your ass, digging and stretching, desperate for any kind of contact.
You rock your hips against his thigh, your bundle of nerves aching from the lack of pressure. You can feel your stomach tightening, your legs shaking around his. “Mm,” You moan, your jaw falling slack. You can feel yourself slipping, feel yourself going under.
Before you can feel that sweet release, the man is flipping you over, pinning you under him. His hips are grinding against yours, his bulge rubbing against your bare cunt. He’s panting against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips. You know you’ll have bruises on your skin, and the thought sends you over the edge, leaving you begging.
“P-please, fuck me. Need you so bad,” You mutter, your nails scratching at his back.
“Look at ya’, begging for some stranger to fuck you,” He groans, slipping his hand between your bodies. You hear the unzipping of his zipper, leaving your heart to pound in your chest.
You look down, watching as he pumps himself, holding the base of his cock. You can’t see as much as you’d like, thanks to the dim lighting in your room, but you can tell it’s big. Your legs instinctively spread, your back arching for him.
You’re aching for him, aching for a man you don’t even know. The stranger mouths at your neck, running his tongue over your veins, sucking and biting, claimingyou.
The man pushes forward, the head of his cock nudging its way through your soaked folds. Your body tenses up, ready for him, desperate. You moan and pant, your body opening up for him.
The stranger thrusts his hips into yours, his cock finally entering you. “Shit, love… So f’cking tight f’me,” He grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him. You whine as he works his way into you, going easy on you, knowing you’ve never had anything so fucking big.
His accent has thickened since the night started, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the way he’s fucking you into oblivion. You wrap your legs around his waist, claiming his as yours, pulling him deeper into you.
He rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back into you, his fingers gripping your body, whispering in your ear. “Don’t you feel like a whore? Giving your body up to random men in the club? I thought you were a good girl, huh?”
You nod, tears flooding out of your eyes from the intense pressure. “Yes, I-I am!” You shout, squealing as he quickly pulls out of you.
“On your fucking knees,” He mutters, on his knees behind you. You struggle to get up, too fucked out to think straight, so he helps you, using your hips to manipulate your body. Your stomach comes flush with the bed, your back arching.
He lands a hard smack to your ass, humming as he watches it jiggle. “Tell me you love it, tell me you love letting a stranger ruin you,” He orders, his fingers running over the swell of your ass. You suddenly feel a burning sensation, but it only heightens your pleasure.
Your mouth parts as he enters you again, his hand sliding around to the front of your body. He finds your clit, using two of his fingers to rub the nub, sending you over the edge.
You cum around his cock, clenching and spasming, all while the man fucks you, harder, deeper. He draws back, moving his hand to the back of your neck, digging his fingers into the flesh.
He holds your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to claim you. He fucks into you mercilessly, panting and moaning behind you. “I love it, I love it,” You sob, your emotions spilling out of you.
The stranger isn’t too far behind you, burying himself deep inside of you, his body stilling as he moans, emptying himself deep within your cunt. He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his cock still buried deep within you.
You attempt to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your ears, but your body slips under, too exhausted to catch up.
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You hear the sounds of birds chirping, scrunching your face as you pull the pillow over your face. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s too early to be up.
Especially after last night.
You whimper as you feel your cunt aching, sore from the abuse it suffered last night. Your whole body is sore, but your ass is particularly sore. It… Stings.
You pull the pillow away from your face, flopping your head to the side. You halfway expected the man to still be asleep, curled up next to you. But you knew better.
The bed is empty, no indent to be found. You know he probably left shortly after you fell asleep, but you tell yourself he slept over, sneaking out in the morning.
You never did catch his name.
You know you’ll never see him again, but you’d at least like to have a name to match his face. You roll over, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. Your ass stings again, earning a groan out of you.
You slowly walk over to the mirror, your whole body aching. You’ve never felt this strange feeling before. It’s almost as if… You’d been branded.
You lift your shirt up, turning around to inspect your ass. Your fingers lightly run over the mark on your ass, your eyes widening as you see the letters.
The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine and made you tremble, not from fear, but excitement. It made your panties wetter than they already were, and you had to rub your legs together to bring your throbbing pussy a little amount of relief.
“You knew that little stunt earlier would bring consequences, darling,” he said as he prowled around you. “Your disregard for rules is worrisome, perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” He came to a stop and towered over you. “Or perhaps that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? Punishment.”
Another rush of juices came out of your cunt. “Rules are made to be bent, aren’t they?” you said before you could stop yourself, as if you weren’t in enough trouble.
Tom pushed on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel down. “That’s your place. Hands behind your back,” he ordered while he undid his pants.
His cock was not yet on full hardness, but its head was read and swollen. You licked your lips at the sight and reached out to touch it, but Tom stopped you with a firm grip on your hair.
“I said, hands behind your back,” he repeated.
You nodded and put your hands behind your lower back. Involuntarily, you wiggled, once again trying to bring some relief to your pussy. Your panties were soaked and the usual roughness of the lace was lost.
Tom caught your squirm and cupped your chin. “If I catch you touching yourself…”
“Then I won’t let you catch me?” you said with a fake tone of innocence.
“Mouthy,” he chuckled. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Gripping your hair, he poked your lips with his cock. You opened your mouth for him, and he shoved himself down your throat in one move.
“That feels so good,” he mused. “Not just your mouth, but you shutting up.”
You glared at him, but made no attempt to move.
“Now, that’s better.”
He started slow, his half hard cock getting bigger and harder with each thrust, until he was able to slide all the way down your throat. He kept his slow pace, leaving barely the tip of his cock on your lips and sliding in till your nose touched his skin. You moaned around him, and writhed in his grasp trying to get some kind of friction.
Tom smiled down at you, knowing exactly what was going on in your head.
“So desperate, but you know this only ends with me filling your belly,” he purred, moving your head back and forth. “Work for it, slut.”
You looked at him and nodded, sucking and licking as he moved. He praised your efforts, praised your skilled mouth around him. And you sucked harder, desperate for him to cum, for him to end this torture so you could cum too. It worked!
Tom fucked your mouth faster, his cock twitched on your tongue. You looked up at him with an expression that clearly said “pleeeeaaassseee!!!”, and he smiled, satisfied. Rope after rope of hot cum spurted in your mouth and down your throat. He didn’t let go of your hair until he was sure you had swallowed that very last drop.
“Thank you, sir!” you whimpered in a raspy voice as soon as his cock left your mouth. “Please? Please, may I cum now?”
Tom pulled you up and tore your clothes off. “I am not nearly done with you.”
It was a calculated risk to crash his class wearing a skirt and no panties, but you were feeling bratty. His voice never faltered, he never lost track of his speech, but the fire in his eyes and the tent in his pants were a dead give away. He was going to punish you, but you didn’t care, at least not while flashing him your pussy from the front row as he paced around the room.
You even dared to touch yourself before the class was dismissed! The nerve!
As soon as he ended the presentation, the class started to walk out. You stayed put on your seat until the room was empty and the door locked.
“Is this too much?” you asked, opening your legs wide for him while feigning innocence.
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing, and the rules you’re breaking.”
“But you liked it!” you said with a pout. “Your hard-on can be seen from the moon!”
Tom looked down to his pants and smirked. “And I know exactly what I am doing about it right now.”
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his desk. Your cunt gushed! He was about to have his way with you and nothing made you wetter, ever.
“Where are your panties?” he said.
“In- in my bag.”
“Put them on.”
Nodding, you did as you were told. But you had only pulled them halfway up your thighs when he grabbed you and pushed you face forward on the desk. Without warning, he pushed his hard cock in your cunt and fucked the lights out of you. Your moans and whimpers mixed with the indecent squelching of your dripping cunt being ravaged, and with the desk squeaking under your weight.
Your juices were dripping down your legs, and your cunt squeezed his cock. He was fucking you hard, and surely the table would leave a mark on your legs. And you lovedit!
“Don’t you dare come, you slut.” He emphasised his words with a slap on your ass.
“Please!!!” you yelped.
But he did not budge. His pace increased and his cock swelled up. He pulled your hair to keep you in place as he came, filling your cunt with his seed. Your legs were jelly, and you were trembling from head to toe, waiting for him to allow you to cum. But he didn’t.
Instead, he pulled out and pulled your panties up. Your juices and his cum got the fabric wet and sticky. You turned your head and glared at him over your shoulder.
“Are you serious?” you spat.
“I am,” he said with a cocky smile.
Using your hair, he pulled you to a standing position and fixed your clothes for you. You were still shaking, on the edge of orgasm and angry as hell.
“Don’t even give me that face. You want to be a brat? Then this is what you get.” He smirked at you as he smoothed your hair down. “Don’t you dare clean up until I get home, I’ll deal with you then.” He leaned closer and growled menacingly in your ear. “Rest assured, you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
The sounds coming from the bathroom were easily recognizable, even beyond the noise of the shower hitting the tub. What was strange was that they were coming from Tom, who wasn’t the most vocal person. Now, his moaning was loud, and gravelly, and sexy and… fuck!!
Very quietly, you entered the bathroom, immediately closing the door. Peeking in the curtain, you watched Tom stroke his soapy cock, back and forth. His forehead was touching the wall, one of his legs was perched on the tub lip, and water was falling on his back.
He was close, the muscles in his back rippling with each move of his hand and his hips. He moaned again, on a higher pitch this time. His hips spasmed and he came, his seed splattered the walls. With a happy satisfied sigh, he finished washing himself and turned the water off.
You stood by the sink, waiting for him.
“Holy shit!” He jolted in surprise when he saw you standing there. His face turned a bright shade of red. “What- what are you-”
“Were you masturbating?” you asked.
“What?!?!” he sputtered.
You cocked your head to the side. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan this loud, and honestly I’m kinda bummed, because it was hot as fuck and I wish you did it when you’re fucking me.” As you spoke, you pulled your panties off.
Tom looked at you, still embarrassed, but your panties pooled on the floor made his cock twitch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d like it. I mean… it’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Why? Your voice is like dark chocolate. And it goes straight to my pussy when you talk.” You knew exactly what you were doing to him, dirty talk was his weakness, as was being told what to do. You faced the mirror and put one leg on the counter. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, Thomas.” You looked at him in the misty mirror, and removed your shirt over your head.
Tom growled softly. His cock was half hard already. “Wow - I didn’t realize you were that… flexible.”
“I can do much more than this, Tom. But right now I want you to fuck me and I want to hear you moan. Loud!”
You turned your head to look at him and he gulped.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a little voice and stood behind you, holding your hips.
Looking at your reflection in the mirror, he rubbed his cock on your pussy. The friction made him moan, but he held back.
You grabbed his cheeks. “What did I say, Thomas?”
He gulped and nodded. His cock rubbed your pussy again, and he did not hold back the low moan that came with it. The harder he got, the louder he moaned. When he finally entered her cunt, he was relaxed enough to whimper.
You almost came right there and then, but held it back. “Fuck me, Tom.”
He nodded at you and held you firmly, fucking you with increasing speed. At first he wanted to hold back the noise, but you told him not to. So he started moaning, whining, whimpering, in his usual low voice, then getting higher the closer he was to his orgasm.
He sounded beautiful.
“Fuck, fuck fuuuck!! Tom!!” you moaned.
You were close, and so was he. One last shaky thrust and you came, your cunt milking his orgasm out of him. And he came screaming. Your leg slipped from the counter and he held you up, both still trembling in the afterglow.
You looked at him in the mirror. “I need a shower now, when I get out, I want you naked on the bed.”
He may seem all sweet and innocent, but behind closed doors that boy is dark and dirty.
That warning fell short. Behind closed doors, Fr. Hiddleston was dark, dirty, devious, cunning, evil. Yes, evil. Something the patrons coming to mass every sunday did not see behind his facade of rectitude, wisdom, and goodness.
Perhaps he had to balance that shroud of righteousness that came with putting on his cassock every day. Because it took a very special kind of kinky to restrain your limbs to the bed and use all kinds of contraptions to keep you on the edge of orgasm without letting you fall, only to fuck you for what it seemed to be hours afterwards.
You weren’t the first, you wouldn’t be the last. But you were there now, and by God, you were going to enjoy it.
“Father, please!” you whined, tears already rolling down your face in pure despair.
“Ah, look at you, stretched out and trembling,” he said in that low voice of his.
“Please, no more, Father! I need-”
“You need what?” he teased, hovering over you, wearing a smile that came from hell itself.
“I need you inside of me, I need your cock, I need to cum on your cock! Please, Father!” You squirmed on the bed, trying to close your legs, give yourself a bit of relief. But the ropes kept you in place.
“Ask and you shall receive,” he mused, teasing your pussy with his cock, sliding it over your folds.
You screamed, bucking your hips up to increase the friction, or get him inside of you, or anything at this point.
“So desperate,” he purred against your neck. “I shall be merciful and end your suffering then.”
He finally - finally! - pushed his cock into your waiting cunt, and you nearly came right then and there. It only took him a couple of thrusts to send you over the edge. And that was only the start. He kept going, thrusting in and out, dragging his cock against your fluttering walls, not giving you a second to recover. He kept going, until the bed was creaking beneath you.
“I’d like to breed you, little dove. And by the way your cunt just spasmed around my cock, you’d like that!” He increased his pace, fucking you into the mattress. “So desperate for release, which I have given you. Now, so desperate for my cum. I shall give you that too.”
You nodded vigorously, unable to speak anymore.
Another orgasm crept upon you, leaving you tethering on the edge. Fr. Hiddleston coming inside your cunt was what sent you over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your whole body shook as if lightning had struck. You heard him speak, but his words made no sense to your fuzzy brain. All you could feel was the intense pleasure of being filled, and your cunt seemed to happily milk his cock for everything he got.
You stayed sprawled out and limp on the bed for long minutes, even after he released your ankles and wrists. Even after he cleaned you and himself, after he put his clothes back on and buttoned his cassock.
You laid there limp on the bed even when your door clicked shut, the promise of coming back tomorrow buzzing in your ears.
“The food looks delicious, but there’s something much more delicious I’d rather be having right now.”
Those words were your doom, they caused a rush of wetness to seep out of your bare pussy, and almost dripped down your legs. But you pushed your thighs firmly together.
Tom knew exactly the effect his voice had and smiled down at you. “Bathroom, 2 minutes.”
You nodded with a whimper, and speed walked out of the reception room. Once inside the bathroom, you sat on the counter and pulled your dress up. The thought of anyone else coming in and finding you wide open and dripping wet didn’t cross your muddled brain.
Tom might not have said it out loud, but his intent was crystal clear for you anyway.
A shiver ran down your spine when the door finally opened, and Tom walked in, locking the door behind him. His hungry eyes immediately scanned your pussy, and you opened your legs for him wider still.
“You look good all soaking wet.”
“Only for you, Sir!” you said.
Tom stood between your legs and kissed you. “Good girl.”
He crouched on the floor and grabbed your thighs. Normally, he would take his time, tease you, mark your skin and have your writhing before he even touched your pussy. But not tonight. Tonight he was mildly inebriated, and had been made to talk to too many inconsequential people. Knowing he couldn’t leave for at least another couple of hours, he needed to sate his hunger.
This was not the time for teasing. This was the time to bury his face in your pussy and devour you. And that’s exactly what he did.
His mouth covered your whole pussy while his tongue licked around your folds, from your entrance to your clit. His strong hands kept you in place as you squirmed. He puckered his lips and sucked your clit, drawing your first orgasm out of you.
“Do you want people checking what’s going on in here?” he purred, licking your pussy from end to end. You shook your head. “Don’t get too loud then.”
You whimpered and resorted to biting the back of your hand as he resumed his actions. His tongue was joined by his fingers, and he sent you into overstimulation. His mouth attached to your clit, his fingers fucked your cunt, playing with your g-spot. His pinky was teasing your asshole.
Keeping it down was near impossible, but if anyone came through that door, he’d stop. That was the last thing you wanted right now. Not when your orgasms were actually melting into each other, not able to ride back down from one when he was sending you into another.
By the time he was done, you were exhausted. You leaned against the mirror, your legs and arms dropping limp.
Tom looked at you, licking his lips and fingers.
“Delicious and gorgeous!!” he said. He stood up, leaning on the counter with his hands on each side of your hips. “We have to get back to the party, darling.”
“But… wait… you didn’t…” you panted, still out of breath.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he purred, and kissed your head. “I plan to fuck every single hole of yours as soon as we get home.”
Pairings:Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader, a few original characters. Warnings:angst, fluff, mentions of guns, mentions hospitals, wounds, character death, kind of gorey, canon level violence.
A.N: i’m in tears this is the last chapter, i can’t believe i’m posting this, i hope all of you reading will enjoy this chapter.
Words: 5374
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> 1800 Hours (6 PM)
“No.”
“I am not asking or taking your word into consideration.”
“You promised.”
“Promises require honesty.”
“W-What?”
“You haven’t been honest, just because I covered for you in front of your brother and the others does not mean, that I am all okay about you being some secret sort of mob boss.”
“Tom… It’s not like that, I—,”
“Just get into the other ambulance, Y/N, I can’t act anymore.”
“Is this some kind of ploy to get me away?”
“No.”
“Are we going to talk about this reasonably?”
Tom doesn’t reply, she turns retreating toward her designated ambulance.
Pairings:Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader, a few original characters.
Warnings:angst, fluff, mentions of guns, mentions hospitals, wounds, head trauma (non graphic), slight smut mentioned.
A.N:DOUBLE UPDATE YA’LL GET CHAPTER 24 TODAY TOO!!!
Words:5198
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Tom feels something latch onto his shoulders and over his chest. The pressure beckons him deep underwater. Muffled sobs surround him. Hands twitch at his side trying to reach out.
He sees her, smiling at him as she hovers above his laying form.
He tries reaching up to cup her cheek, but he can’t move his hand.
“Y/N?” He tries saying but no sound emerges from him.
She only smiles at him, tracing fingertips over his face.
Tom looks around, empty black walls surround them.
“Y/N, where are we?” He questions eyes still trying to make sense of the location.
Drops of warm liquid on his cheek bring his attention back to her.
Y/N still hovering above him, sobbing.
Tom can’t heart her words, her hands press down on where it aches.
Blazing hot searing pain, the pressure lifts, returns but not the same.
Tom looks back at Y/N, she isn’t looking at him anymore but still sobs break through her.
Echos of footsteps come towards them, Fox stands smiling sadistically as he looks at Tom’s Y/N.
“Y/N you have to go.” Tom grabs her hand, his eyes widen that he can now move. She looks back down at him, confusion lacing her features.
“Move!” Tom yells, getting up grabbing her hand, he stumbles when she doesn’t move.
“Y/N, why are you not moving?” He questions her.
Her eyes brim with fresh tears, a sob escapes her mouth, saliva sputtering out as she clutches Tom’s hand to her cheek making him cup her face.
Tom bends down kneeling, everything confuses him.
Fox is standing there smirking at them, the woman he loves is weeping.
“Y/N, we need to go, darling please.” Tom presses his lips to her forehead.
“We can’t,” she sobs more, a shudder breaking through her.
“Love, we can.” Tom cups her face with his other hand. Why is she so cold to his touch?
