#jonathan pine smut

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A/N: Requests from four anons and some of my own ideas. I thought in honour of Tom’s Jonathan Pine look making a comeback and the prospect of a Season 2, now is the perfect time for some spicy spy action! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2881 Warnings: smut

After Roper’s death, a lot in our own life changed. You moved away from Spain and back to the UK with a fresh start in your suitcase. Your new job in the publishing industry enabled you to meet the authors of the books you were passionate about and you could help discover new talents whose stories would enrich countless readers’ bookshelves.

It was peaceful now. Safer—for at no fault of your own, it hadn’t always been like that. You were young when you fled to sunny Spain to discover yourself, learned Spanish to the point of fluency and started a job at the local library that regularly held readings for both adults and children.

It all went well, for a while. Right until little Danny Roper stepped foot in the library for the first time, accompanied by two brooding bodyguards and a charming British gentleman you, for some reason, instantly mistrusted.

Richard Roper, a wealthy businessman with a mansion all to himself. Perhaps it was unfair to assume he had blood on his hands because of how heavy his wallet was but your instinct had never betrayed you before. Soon, little Danny Roper regularly came to visit the little library, took part in the readings and had you recommend new stories to him, always under the scrutinising eye of his bodyguards or his father.

On the night of Halloween, everything changed. The kids loved the spooky holiday. They were allowed to wear costumes for the themed reading that night and you spent the entire evening before long after the library had closed decorating for the occasion. The sweets you had bought for the kids to eat had come out of your budget but seeing their wide eyes upon entering the small library on the 31st had been worth every single penny—or cent, in this case—spent.

Danny Roper came too. Dressed in a mummy costume with a face full of paper-white make-up and armed with an orange pumpkin basket for his sweets, he was one of the first kids to make himself comfortable in the reading corner in the front row. But there was someone else with them that night. Someone you had never seen around before. He didn’t look like a new bodyguard but he was handsome. Blue eyes, a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a five o’clock shadow, and dark-blond hair you instantly felt the urge to ruffle. Your heart skipped a beat when he locked eyes with you for the first time. You could practically feel his intrigued gaze burning through your skin when you read some child-friendly Halloween stories to the kids and from then on… he kept on coming back. Sometimes in the company of Danny and his bodyguards, sometimes alone. And each and every single time he asked you for recommendations for a new horror book, borrowed one, and returned the old one giving you detailed and positive feedback that he usually delivered with a charming, British smile.

You realised soon enough that his regular visits were but an excuse to see you again—but he remained distant, never made a move to ask for your number or a date. Perhaps it was for the best, you thought at the time. If he was with Roper then he was not to be messed with, a dangerous man to be around, and not the type of guy you should wish to be affiliated with.

“I’m glad Danny asked me to join him on Halloween. You have made this place truly special,” he had said one day. “Have you known them long? The Ropers?”

Alarm bells. Alarm bells loud and clear had rang in your head and almost drowned out the sound of your book scanner when he’d slid yet another horror novel towards you on the counter.

“Only for about a year. Danny has picked up so many children’s books I will need to restock to find new novels for him at this point. Richard Roper donated ten thousand euros to the library back in January.”

“Are you the owner of this library then?”

“Oh no, I only work here. But I am in charge of all the boring accounting paperwork.” Whatever had lit up in Jonathan’s blue eyes, was gone again before you’d had a chance to analyse it. But it had been suspicious enough for you to gather all of your courage, and look around briefly to ensure you were alone.

“I… can I give you some advice? Leave. As long as you still can. Something’s not right about this man. I don’t know what that poor kid is caught up in but my hands are tied,” you had told him with a lowered voice.

Jonathan had frowned at you, pressed his lips together to a thin line. Then, without another word, he had picked up his novel and left the store.

The following night, he’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere after you’d closed the library for the day and asked you out for dinner. One dirty martini afterward led to two and that very same night, you fell asleep in Jonathan Pine’s bed in a luxurious hotel room he was staying in for reasons he had not elaborated on much.

A couple of evenings and more passionate sex—the best sex you’d ever had—later, you had shown him the donation certification, complete with all the relevant bank details. Confidential data which could have gotten you into big trouble, both with the library and Richard Roper himself. A few more nights after that… Jonathan disappeared for a while and you realised that he had only used you—and your body—for information.

It had baffled you back then, when, almost a month after, he showed up on the doorstep of the library, beaten, bruised, and half-dead. No police, no hospital, he had murmured over and over and you, having fallen in love with the man unconditionally, had hidden him and nursed him back to health. For weeks on end, Jonathan Pine lay low in the cellar that acted as an inventory for the library, living off of takeaway food you smuggled down to him day after day. He told you everything. How he had been sneaked into Roper’s family as a spy to put an end to his schemes at long last, how Roper sold deadly weapons that killed hundreds of people, and how incredibly sorry he was for putting you in all this danger.

One night, while he was still recovering from his injuries and you stayed in the library with him to make sure he didn’t develop a fever, he whispered your name in his sleep, hands blindly attempting to reach you, touch you, explore you, and pull you close.

He confessed he was in love with you the morning after and a few weeks later, after Roper had finally been arrested, you moved back to the UK with him. Here you were now, climbing up the career ladder in the publishing industry.

Jonathan had left his spy days behind for now and accepted a job as the night manager in a lovely hotel in the heart of Switzerland over the winter. You’d be apart for a few months and it had broken your heart to hear of it even though you were more than happy for him and the opportunity he had been offered.

Two weeks after his departure, your boss had asked you to join her on a business trip to that very same hotel to meet with an internationally best-selling author whose next book series was going to be translated into thirteen languages.

Jonathan didn’t know you had just landed in Switzerland. He didn’t know you were coming to stay at his hotel. The name the rooms were booked under was your boss’ assistant who Jonathan had never met before. Needless to say, when you entered the lobby and the warm air enveloped you welcomingly, scaring away the Swiss winter air, his stunning blue eyes widened. You failed to suppress your smirk, knowing very well how much he was struggling with remaining polite and professional—after all, you were with your boss and her assistant.

“Good evening! Sorry, our flight was delayed a little. I’ve got three rooms booked under the name Elsa Higgins?” the latter greeted him.

“Ah, yes, Ms. Higgins! Good evening, ladies. Please, allow me to welcome you to the Meisters. My name is Jonathan Pine and I’m the night manager. May I offer you any refreshments?”

Your boss shook the snow off of her beret and began taking off her winter coat. Jonathan was by her side instantly, helping each and every one of you out of your winter gear—even though with you, his touch lingered for just a second too long, his fingertips brushing against the back of your neck. You shivered. Fuck, you had missed him so much.

“Thank you, Mr. Pine,” you mused, watching him struggle a bit with how you addressed him before he poured you all a glass of champagne. Then, he moved behind the counter to sort out your rooms and hand you your keys while the concierges busied themselves with your suitcases and disappeared out of sight quickly.

“Our concierges will be taking up your luggage at once, as you can see. Is there anything else I can do for you in the meantime? Have you had dinner yet?”

“We have, thank you. We’re just very tired from the flight. Could you show us to our rooms? This hotel is so big, I feel like I’m gonna get lost!”

“Of course, dar-, Miss. Please, follow me.” He caught himself before the word “darling” could escape his lips. Chuckling to yourself, you stared at his sexy back and entered the lift right after him.

“He is so hot!” your boss whispered to you. Heavens, he was. He looked so handsome in that navy blue suit and the white shirt… and that tie! You had to remember to get rid of those damp panties of yours later and sneak them into his pockets somehow—because the mere thought of him taking off that tie and using it to bind your wrists together got you so wet you had to clench your legs on the way up. If only your boss and her equally yearning assistant knew you regularly had the pleasure to fuck this man…

Jonathan was reluctant to leave you behind after letting you know about the breakfast times, the pool opening times, and that he was at your service for anything at all, at all times during the night. And oh, you might just take him up on that offer…

“Thank you, Mr. Pine. I’ll be sure to call if I need anything.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came back, yours and the door of your boss were still wide open, denying you the privacy you craved. Besides, Mr. Jonathan Pine had to remain professional at work. You chuckled once more, making quick work of stuffing your spoiled panties into his suit jacket. He pretended not to be fazed by it but for a spy, he was pretty bad at hiding how much he was struggling with keeping his composure.

But that was only the beginning. You were feeling adventurous tonight. And so, after wishing your boss and her assistant a good night, you got ready for bed, making yourself comfortable on the soft mattress and the lavender-scented bed sheets completely naked, and then used the phone on the nightstand to call the reception. It was shortly past two am by now. Surely, the lobby was deserted.

You hummed contently when he picked up and purred your last name with a seductive ‘Miss’ in front of it into the speaker. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, you see… I’m so lonely in this big suite, Mr. Pine. So very lonely. Is there a way you could keep me company? I am so tense from the journey,” you mused, dragging out your last “so” to the point you could hear him breathe heavily on the other end of the line.

Jonathan cleared his throat. There was absolutely no way he hadn’t discovered yet just what exactly you had shoved into his pocket. He was probably clutching at it with his free hand right now.

“Ah, well, I am afraid our masseuses don’t start their shift until seven am, Miss, but perhaps I can arrange some other… form of… relief for you.” His voice became raspier and darker the more words escaped his lips.

“Really? That would be quite wonderful. You see, Mr. Pine, the sheets are so soft and comfortable, I figured I don’t even need any sleepwear.”

Jonathan took a deep breath. A short moment of pregnant silence followed and then, “I’ll be right up, Miss.” With that, he hung up.

You giggled to yourself, counting the seconds. He must have taken the steps, for only forty-three strikes of the second hand on the clock above the massive sofa in the suite later, you heard a gentle knock on your door.

Rushing over on bare feet, you hid behind it as you opened it for him to conceal your nakedness from the bright lights in the hallway, the both of you drowning in comfortable darkness and only the pale moon shining through the massive windows illuminating both your features as soon as he’d closed the door again behind him.

“I have ten minutes,” he murmured out of breath before his lips came crashing down on yours. You laughed against his mouth, his feverish urgency instantly infecting you. Jonathan’s touch was like a fire ignited inside of you by the single stroke of a match. Step after step, he guided you back towards your bed without ever breaking the battle of tongues you fought out, his hands exploring your naked curves and kneading your butt cheeks thoroughly before pushing you down on the mattress.

Jonathan was above you within a fraction of a second, one of his knees keeping your legs apart, his hand snatching your wrists and pinning them down above your head. Finally, he released your lips to let you catch your breath for a moment.

“Naughty girl, slipping your used underwear into my pockets… you little tease…”

“Aw, I thought you’d appreciate my little gift,” you mocked—your chuckle soon turned into a moan, however, when he gently bit the underside of your left breast, followed by his tongue tasting your nipple.

Jonathan’s dark growl was unlike anything you had ever heard from him when his one free hand struggled to undo his belt and the buttons of his suit trousers. You were pretty certain he hadn’t even taken his shoes off but by the time he finally managed to push the fabric down to his upper thighs, he was as hard as a rock, his red tip leaking precum teasing your entrance.

There was no need for him to prepare you. You had been soaked and ready for him ever since your arrival at the hotel. Jonathan wasted no time. He positioned himself swiftly, pulling your legs apart even further, and then, sheathed himself inside of you with but one fluid movement.

The both of you moaned in unison, his forehead resting against yours. Jonathan kissed you again when he pulled out to thrust up into you, your hips bucking to meet him. His free hand remained where it was—right between your legs where your bodies were joined.

As he fucked you hungrily, his fingers quickly found a little toy to play with—and knowing Jonathan, he was a skilled lover. He had you on the brink of orgasm in no time, his rhythm relentless and his strokes hard.

You arched your back the closer you crept to the edge, breaking his kiss to gasp for air and throw your head back which he instantly took as an invitation to taste your neck and assault it with gentle licks, bites, and kisses.

It was the moment he released your wrists and placed one of your legs on his shoulder to rut into you even deeper, his tip brushing against all the right spots, that made you come undone underneath him. Clenching around his length, he fucked you through your climax until he too found release, only fuelling your arousal when you felt ropes of his seed coating your walls, his member jerking inside of you until eventually, he stilled and embraced you without ever pulling out of you.

“How are you even here?” he finally asked. “I’m so happy to see you, darling.”

“That I could tell.” You grinned, grinding against him and eliciting a little whimper from him in the process. “My boss is meeting a client here. She asked me to come with her, it was quite last minute. I could have called you but I wanted to make it a surprise.”

“You most certainly did surprise me, darling. You know… I think I quite enjoy you calling me ‘Mr. Pine’.”

Your grin grew even wider. “Lucky for you, we’ll be staying the whole weekend, Mr. Pine.”

Jonathan growled once more. He was on you again to stifle your laugh and had you cumming for him again long before his ten minutes were over.

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A/N: Well that was fun to write! ;-)

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duty of care

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Summary: After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds.

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left for your own good); fingering; implied unprotected p in v; intangible restraints (you'll see what i mean); 1 cuss word [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers/mission partners to lovers

A sharp stinging shot through you as you placed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad to the cuts you'd taken during your and Jonathan's escape from the estate of Vincente "The Heartbreaker" Ricci, the head of one of Italy's most dangerous and most notorious mafia families.

Well, he was. Until Jonathan broke down the door to the room you were being held in and shot Ricci clean between the eyes.

Now here you were, safely tucked away in an IEA safe house, cleaning up the mess that the deceased mafia leader left…well, everywhere. He'd gotten a few good strikes in before Jonathan found you. A taste of what was to come, he said, telling you that he was still waiting for his men to bring in your partner so that the real show could start.

That was probably what baffled you the most about why Ricci took you in the first place. He'd gotten his title of 'The Heartbreaker' for a very specific reason. His signature was that if one crossed him, he wouldn't simply exact his revenge on the offender, but also on the one that the offender loved most dearly.

Not the mission partner.

So why the change in protocol when torturing Pine for swiping information from his private office? Why tell you as he sliced a gash into your shoulder that he was going to enjoy watching Pine's face as he broke you joint by joint?

The sound of knocking on your door made you flinch, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Y/N?" A warmth washed over you at the sound of Jonathan's voice on the other side.

"It's open," you called out, hissing when you placed a towel soaked with hot water onto the slice on your shoulder. You looked up and did your best to manage a weak smile at him as he entered, feeling your heart ache at the pity you saw in his eyes when he saw your wounds.

He let out a broken sigh of your name as he made his way to you, taking the towel from your hand as he sank to his knees in front of you. "Let me." Your breath caught in your throat as he gently cleaned your wound, taking great care to not strain the skin as he closed the wound with a line of butterfly bandages. "I should have made him suffer for this," he murmured.

"Hey…what matters is he's gone." You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him that he'd done a great service to the world ridding it of the criminal regardless of whether he suffered. "You saved so many lives from being destroyed. You--You literally made the world a bit safer killing him, that's the important thing."

"He hurt you," he bit out, his jaw clenching with every word. "I should have made him suffer for what he did to you."

Your heart caught in your throat as you struggled to process his words. "Jonathan, I'm fine. I'm alive," you choked out. "You saved me. It's okay. Everything's fine now." Your confusion over this whole situation grew as you heard his jagged breathing, his eyes trained on the shallow cuts throughout your bare legs that you'd already cleaned and dressed, fingers lightly tracing the skin around the wounds.

"I should have protected you better," he whispered, leaning his forehead against the side of your knee. "I should have known he would know to come after you--"

"Jonathan," you cut him off, moving your hand to his cheek. "Why did he come after me? I would've thought that he'd capture Jemima. That's why I sent the security detail for her and her son."

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, pressing his lips to your palm before looking up at you. "Isn't it obvious?" The air around you began to thin as he rose from his knees, leaning towards you to press another kiss to your exposed stomach. "You know how Ricci operated. You know his patterns." He moved to splay his hand at your back as he guided you to lay down on the bed. "You sent a security team Jed's way when you should have set it up for yourself."

The air left your lungs as you looked up at the English agent in a new light, the pity in his eyes revealing itself to be anguish. The overprotectiveness he often had for you throughout your missions together suddenly having clarity now that you could see the reason behind it. The panic and desperation in his voice when he yelled your name throughout Ricci's estate as he looked for you.

You could only let out a shaky whisper of his name as he pressed his lips to the base of your throat, your heart racing as part of you still refused to believe the words he was saying. "I know what we swore when we signed on to the agency, but I couldn't keep that promise. Our first mission together and I knew my vow was broken."

Early on in your time with the IEA, Angela Burr had pulled you aside and told you that while there were no clear cut guidelines on it, it was prudent to remain alone if you were to continue this line of work. That way there was nothing and no one to distract you from the mission at hand. Granted, she called herself a right hypocrite the second the words escaped her considering she had a husband and a child, but that was the precise reason she was imparting this advice, because every day she was terrified that someone could just take everything away from her.

And now you were here. Hearing about the same promise being broken on the same mission. Feeling his lips on your skin as he whispered his confession to you, "I love you. When I realized that he took you, I was willing to burn everyone and everything to the ground to get you back, I didn't give a fuck about the rules anymore, I just needed you back."

He pressed a lingering kiss above your heart before lifting his head to look at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. The sight of him broke you, tore down the last of your defenses and had you uttering the words that you'd taken so much care to silence for years. "I love you, too."

The sight of his brilliant smile stretching across his face made your heart soar, a comforting warmth washing over you as he leaned down and finally pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss, his fingertips skimming down your side, careful not to press too hard at the bruises that colored your torso where you were hit with a stainless steel bat.

You put your hand over his, placing the slightest bit of pressure and causing a mix of a dull ache along with the warmth of his touch, making you groan against his lips. "Darling, I don't want to hurt you."

"I want to feel something other than the pain." You strained as your lips sought his out when he pulled away from you. "Touch me, Jonathan. Please."

It was as if something in him finally gave way as he moved to press himself just the slightest bit harder against you, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips. "We'll go slow, okay?" You only nodded as his hand traveled down the side of your body, fingers wrapping around the back of your knee and squeezing gently, making you quickly part your legs. "If it gets to be too painful, at any point, just tell me and we'll stop." His fingertips ghosted over underwear, your breathing coming in ragged as you felt his touch above your folds, giving you the most delicious teasing torture as he rubbed against your clit in slow circles. "Promise me, Y/N."

"I promise," you gasped out, trying to arch into his touch and hissing as your entire body tensed and stung at the effort.

He pressed his lips to the skin below your ear as he let out a low chuckle, the sound quickly shooting through your whole body and intensifying your desire for him. "My poor darling girl," he rasped, continuing to press his lips to your skin. "Does it hurt when you move?" You could only whimper out your 'Yes'. "It looks like you'll simply have to take what I give you, my love."

Your hand gripped his shirt tight, bunching the fabric in your hands as he moved aside the fabric of your panties, running his fingers along the length of your slit, your arousal rapidly building as he did so. You hissed as you began to arch into his touch again once he started rubbing against your clit in tight circles, moaning desperately into his mouth as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.

"If you keep moving and hurting yourself I will stop," he murmured against your mouth, letting out a low chuckle when you whimpered in response and did your best to relax your body. "Much better, love." He dipped lower once more and proceeded to insert two fingers inside of you, both of you groaning into each others mouths as he scissored and stretched your walls.

It seemed like he was on a mission to have you a dripping, whimpering mess as he slanted his mouth over yours, his tongue gliding against your own in the same pace that his fingers had taken once they curled upward and began to stroke against that spot inside of you that had you using all the strength you had in you to not arch into his touch for fear of him stopping.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered as he pulled away from you, your mouth forming in an 'O' as all you could do was close your eyes and feel the pleasure washing over you as he kept on relentlessly stroking at that spot inside of you. "You're close, I can feel it. You're already gripping me so tight. Let go, Y/N." He pressed his lips to yours again, giving you a tender kiss that was a stark contrast to the merciless pace his fingers had taken on inside of you. "Come for me."

Your hands held his shirt and the bedsheet in a death grip as you felt your walls clenching and soaking his fingers, your high-pitched moans echoing around the room, giving the agents who were guarding the safe house all the confirmation they would need about what was going on in this room.

"We'll figure it out," he whispered in a reassuring tone as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, as if he knew what was already running through your worried mind. "Tomorrow. We'll figure it out tomorrow. Tonight is just for us." Your eyes widened, feeling your arousal building up again as he moved to position himself over you, already having kicked off his trousers and pants while you were catching your breath.

"Hmmmph?" was the only intelligible sound that could come out of you as he slid your panties down your legs and hooked your knees around him, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You let out an obscene moan, muffled by his kiss, as you felt him lining the tip of his shaft at your entrance.

"Remember, my love. You move and hurt yourself, and I stop."

A/N: Aaaaand that's a wrap for Jonathan Pine for this collection! I have more stories for him coming though, from the requests I'm still scheduled to write and my own little thots swimming around in my head, so it'll most definitely not be the last time we see him.

There's no sequel planned for this, but I might have something in the works for a prequel where Jonathan saves her from Ricci.

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[ladycamillewrites]

Could you please do a fluff/smut Drabble for Pine?

▪️ Gif drabbles day 3 (≈900, 18+)

How unprofessional

“Is there anything I can do for you madame?” the handsome night manager asked, his trademark charming smile reflecting the dimmed candle light in the ridiculously expensive Swiss hotel.

You thought for a second considering your options of how to spend the rest the of the night. Going back to your business dinner wasn’t a very pleasing option whereas the men wouldn’t miss you at all. So the choice was easy and made.

“What about keeping me company?“ You cooed leaning down on the counter and exposing your beautiful cleavage like a tempting Eve. All those furtive glances, subtle winks and promising smiles had become too much for your brain to not take interest in the attractive man who brought wearing suits to a whole new level. A twisted week filled with boring conferences in the hotel’s boardroom had been peppered with his alluring presence you couldn’t bear any longer but needed a lot more of.

A coy chuckle swirled around in the caramel-scented air spinning your head like a carousel. Oh, you had definitely developed a crush on Mister Pine in a mere week and there was no going back. Seduction mode on, common sense off.

“If you don’t mind staying here, Miss y/l/n. Unfortunately, I am not yet on call“ the night manager smiled cocking his head in a swift move, one eyebrow raising in unison with his breathing chest.

No, you surely didn’t mind staying here with him. Alone. In the rather cozy, small lobby dipped in flickering candle light with the crackling sound of a fireplace adorning the background like the soundtrack of a rom-com. 

“It’s y/n, if you don’t mind, Mister Pine“ you purred as sweet as a kitty, the ‚p‘ popping sinfully on your crimson red lips. Attentive steel blues met your eyes in an instant, lusty interest flickered like a subtle flame repressed by the urge to remain his professional self. But the alluring woman who had tempted him for a week now was a major threat to his plan.

“It’s a pleasure. I’m Jonathan but only when no one is around. My job is on the line here, y/n” he winked, the fast tilt of his head sending a sparkling shiver down your spine. The tension was increasing exponentially, the scented candles danced from the lack of oxygen your agitated breaths caused. 

“So… you’re British?” You continued to flirt subtly, enticing the part of him you knew has been tempted since your arrival. The handsome man’s glances had been clear, devouring and savoring your every move, remembering how you liked your coffee so he prepared it for you when everyone else had still slept.

His dexterous fingers flew over the keyboard in a more cautious manner, hungry ocean blues eyeing you from the side like a predator.

Awaiting his answer, you straightened your back again, agonizingly slow, not caring to fix your suggestively deranged blouse. This whole thing was so heated up, so highly unprofessional in it’s lewd nature but Pine already knew what awaited you once he was just on call for the rest of the night…

“To the core. And what about you? Where did such a gorgeous woman grow up?” Jonathan smiled, casting his glance up from the screen without actually moving his head. He was well aware you craved him at least as much as he wanted to fuck you against the next wall. 

Those blue eyes were piercing, mentally ripping off the flimsy material of your blouse yet remaining polite and decent in their ardent behavior.

“Born and raised in France“ you chirped, the scratchy sound of your nail traveling along the countertop sent ripples down the night manager’s composed spine. Temptress he thought, involuntarily clicking the pen in his left hand.

“I’m afraid there’s an ocean between us, Jonathan“ you whispered feigning chagrin as your figure finally stood next to his tall, suit clad frame, your hips softly brushing his what made hundreds of sensitive nerves sizzle with violent lust. You would have him tonight, without a doubt.

“What a shame“ you mused so innocently, once again leaning over to peak at the screen of his computer. Of course those bookings and security files didn’t interest you in the slightest bit but your decadently exposed lace bra was the last nudge it took to push Jonathan Pine over the edge. He was going to take you tonight, without a doubt.

Graceful features contorted, strong jaw muscles flexed when he shot a pleading look at his watch. 11pm. He was only on call from now on, the reception was officially closed. It only took him a swift move to kick the swing door of his office open. A strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into the darkened room full of files and some personal belongings.

”I appear to be quite the swimmer“ he groaned in a deep baritone before your lips finally collided, feral tongues making up for the torturous week of mere looks and whispers. Greedy hands toying with those tantalizing golden curls.

The zip of your skirt was fast to be undone and the metallic click of his silver belt unbuckling was soon to follow. A sinful sound becoming angelic if one saw the man whose trousers were slowly descending thick thighs. With an unchained growl of your name, Pine bend you over, his bare length pressing against your cheeks like the sweetest threat. 

Against the desk… how very unprofessional…

thank you @huntress-artemiss for requesting! I hope you liked it♥︎

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[anonymousfiction211]

For the drabble prompts, I’d like 2, 26, & 43 for a smut piece with either Loki or Jonathan Pine, if you feel inspired 😁

2. “I will prove you wrong. Just watch.” 26. “If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.” 43. “Are you trying to make me angry?”

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Sneaking around (smutish, 18+)

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked, as Jonathan Pine was straightening your coffee table in your bedroom, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘I was just looking for you, I wanted to give you this’ he put a pot with one of your favourite flowers on the table, making your heart soar.

 You walked towards the coffee table and inspected to plant. ‘Where’s the microphone?’ you asked.

‘What are you talking about?’ if you didn’t know any better you would’ve believed that he was genuine surprised and taking aback by your statement.

‘You aren’t the first guy they send in, hoping to take down Roper. And you won’t be the last either, none of them succeeded, none of them ever will’ you had watched him long enough to know he was working on something, with someone.

He looked intensely at you. Probably weighing his options against each other. ‘I will prove you wrong. Just watch’ he finally said. He took a step towards you, his hands brushed the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, but you had to remind yourself that if you were caught with him, your life would be over, as would his.

‘I can get you out of here’ he said.

‘Are you trying to make me angry?’ you snapped back. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I genuine hope you will get out of here alive, but if you want that, you need to leave me behind’ you said.

‘I can’t do that’ he said. He took a step closer, his hand found the back of your neck and he pushed you towards him. His lips were on you, the kiss was heating up quickly. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, after fantasizing about it for so long. You let your hands roam his body. When his hands found the zipper of your dress, you stopped and took a step back.

‘I want to take off your clothes, please’ he whispered desperately in your ear.

‘Jonathan, don’t’ you said back. You took a few steps away from him. ‘If we start this, if we get caught, it won’t end well’ you turned around and walked towards the door. ‘Besides, you have seen the man I’m with. I don’t do nice guys’ but he beat you to it. He closed the door and locked it. He turned around, pushed you with your back against the wall and kissed you passionately again.

‘If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice’ he whispered in your ear. And you finally gave into your own desires.

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[mischievoushiddleston]

Work Togehter

Plot:Y/N is a rogue RAW agent and is to be extradited to India, so both Jonathan Pine and Pathaan must work together to keep her from escaping again...but Y/N also has a plan....

Pathaan (2023) x Night Manager Crossover

Jonathan watched the woman through the glass. He could see her, but she could not see him. She was attractive and under different circumstances, he would want her, but she was sitting there for a reason. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and continued to look at her. "This is Y/N Y/L/N, a rogue RAW agent," Kristin, the head of MI6, said as she stepped up beside him.

Jonathan finally averted his gaze from Y/N and looked to his boss. After taking down Roper, he was offered a job as an agent by MI6 and he took it. "What do you want me to do with her?" he asked Kristin.

"She's to be extradited to India," she said, and he sighed.

"What exactly do I have to do with that? I'm not in charge of extraditions. Put her on a plane and be done with it," he said, annoyed, "I'm an agent."

"If the circumstances were different, we would, but we have reason to believe she's working for a terrorist organization called Outfit X...It would be too dangerous to just put her on a plane," she said, and Jonathan furrowed his brow.

"And what am I supposed to do? Babysit her until she gets to India?" he asked seriously.

Kristin shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "Yes, if you put it that way, but not alone.... Colonel Luthra is sending us one of his agents, who should arrive any moment..." she said, looking around when her gaze stopped at a man, "Or he's already there." -Kristin walked to him and Jonathan followed- "Jonathan, this is Pathaan. Pathaan, this is Jonathan. You will work together to extradite Y/N to India."

Jonathan looked at him and nodded. "Hello," he said, shaking his hand. Pathaan nodded as well.

"There's a car waiting for you outside," she said, "You'll descend until your flight is ready, and until then you'll wait in a hotel room." She held out a note and a key card to them, which he took.

The two men looked at her in confusion. "Why not leave them here?" asked Jonathan of them.

"The fewer people who know their location, the better," she said, entering the room. Y/N looked at her and took a deep breath when she saw Pathaan.

"Seems like I'm coming home again," she said firmly and Pathaan crossed his arms in front of his chest, "How are you, Pathaan?"

He looked at her and shook his head. He came to her and pulled her up. "Why so hostile?" she asked, laughing slightly, "Are you still mad that I betrayed you? It was nothing personal."

"Pathaan..." said Jonathan, "We have to go."

Y/N looked at him and sighed. "Seems I have two bodyguards now," she said, and Jonathan stepped up to her and handcuffed her hands. Both men each walked on one of her sides as they walked with her to the car. Their destination was already entered in the navi and Jonathan sat in the driver's seat while Pathaan sat in the back with Y/N.

They drove in silence for a while and finally she sighed. "Are you going to shut me up, Pathaan? We were colleagues, after all."

"I have nothing more to say to anyone like you," he said quietly in Hindi. "You are a traitor."

Y/N stopped answering and leaned back, looking at Jonathan. "And who are you?" she asked, "I think I should at least know the name of one of the men I should be spending my time with."

"Jonathan Pine," he answered simply, and drove on quietly.

She shook her head at the answer and looked outside. "Talkative you're not really," she said quietly, watching them now pull into a dark parking garage that probably led to the hotel.

"Stay," Jonathan said as he stopped and got out. He looked around for a moment to make sure no one was following him and opened the Y/N door. Pathaan got out himself and joined Jonthan. He pulled Y/N out and she was led by the two men to an entrance that led through the private employee corridors and to an elevator. The three of them got in and rode up to the floor that was on the note.

Pathaan held her by the arm when the elevator stopped and led her out, following Jonathan. He finally stopped in front of the room and opened it. He let Y/N and Pathaan go ahead. "Am I going to have to wear these handcuffs all day, or am I going to be allowed to move around the room freely?" she asked. Jonathan looked to Pathaan for his opinion.

He came to him and took the key before going to her and opening them while looking at her. "If you try to escape, I will shoot you most personally," he said firmly to her.

Y/N smiled and shook her head. "We both know you've had the chance before," she said, walking further into the room. "Only one double bed for three people?"

"We won't both be sleeping, but one will be keeping watch," Jonathan said.

She shrugged her shoulders. "If I have to...I'll take a shower," she said and went into the bathroom. There she undressed and went into the shower. Somehow she had to make it out of here before she would be taken back to India. Y/N washed her body and after a short while stepped out again and wrapped a towel around herself.

She opened the door a crack when she heard the men talking. "What did she mean you already had the chance?" asked Jonathan Pathaan, watching him take off his jacket and put it on the table.

"She betrayed me when we were on a mission in Russia. I haven't seen her since," Pathaan said and sat down on a chair. Y/N bit her lip because he was still just as attractive as he was then. Actually, both men were more than attractive. "I had a chance to shoot her, but didn't."

She quietly closed the door again and smiled as she got an idea. She dropped her towel again and stepped out of the bathroom naked. Both men looked at her in surprise. "My clothes are dirty and I would hate to wear them again...you guys don't have a problem with that, do you? It's nothing you haven't seen before, especially Pathaan pretty much knows this body..." -Jonathan managed to avert his gaze and looked to Pathaan and then back to her. His eyes roamed over her body-"Didn't he tell you? We were together until I got the offer from Jim...He had the chance too, but he turned it down..."

Y/N sat down on the bed, not even trying to avoid the stares of the two men. "Because unlike you, I don't betray my country..." he said firmly and she shrugged her shoulders.

"The pay is a lot better," she said, "Besides, what has it ever done for you?"

Pathaan looked at her firmly. "Just get dressed."

"Like I said...I don't have anything fresh," she said. He stood up and took off his shirt, holding it out to her. "Who says I want to wear anything at all? Jonathan seems to like the view as well..." Y/N looked to him and parted her legs a little more.

"Enough already, Y/N," Pathaan said firmly. Jonathan stayed out of it, but didn't avert his gaze from her. She stood up and walked over to Pathaan. She stroked her fingers across his muscular chest. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Y/N didn't let that stop her, however, and pressed her body against Pathaan, leaning up to brush her lips against his. He pushed her back and she fell onto the bed.

"Don't feel like it? Maybe MI6 agent though," she said and stood back up and walked over to Jonathan, who had been just watching silently until now, and leaned in to him before brushing her lips against his. One hand wandered down to his crotch and rubbed his erection for a moment. "He seems to want me..." she said against his lips, looking to Pathaan whose jaw was tense.

Jonathan stopped her now, too, and pushed her off him as he stood up. Pathaan stepped closer so that she was now standing between them. "So you want to play with both of us? Who says you have to say that?" asked Pathaan, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his chest. Jonathan stepped further toward her and pressed his body against her as well.

"We promise you that you will burn your fingers if you do this," he said. Y/N looked at him.

"Then do it instead of just lecturing me," she urged them out, feeling Pathaan's hand stroking further down to her pussy and stroking it. She moaned softly and curled into his arm. Jonathan bent down to her neck and kissed it, sucking on the skin.

Pathaan thrust two fingers into her, making her moan and claw more into his arm and Jonathan's shoulder.

Suddenly they both stopped and Pathaan pushed her into the bed. Jonathan began to undress, as did Pathaan as he pulled down his pants. When both men were completely naked, Y/N saw Pathaan crawl onto the bed and she moaned softly at the sight. Jonathan joined her at her side and sat on the bed next to her head. Pathaan crawled between her legs and placed his rough hands on her hips. He let one hand slide to her back and lifted her up. With his other hand he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her pussy. When he suddenly thrust into her in one hard thrust, she moaned loudly and looked to Jonathan as she felt the tip of his cock against her lips.

"You're still as tight as I remember," Pathaan moaned.

"Open your mouth," Jonathan said and she did as he asked and he pushed into her mouth. He wrapped her hair around his hand as he began to move inside her mouth, as did Pathaan, thrusting hard and deep into her tight pussy.

She moaned around Jonathan's cock in her mouth as they both thrust into her. Y/N concentrated on breathing through her nose as Pathaan thrust into her. One hand moved to her clit and rubbed it. She arched her back and Jonathan took her hand and wrapped it around the rest of his cock that wouldn't fit in her mouth.

Y/N felt her orgasm building and she cum suddenly and unexpectedly. Pathaan pulled out of her, as did Jonathan, and they changed places. Jonathan turned her onto her hands and knees and Pathaan sat in front of her. He wrapped his hand in her hair as well and pressed the tip against her lips while Jonathan slowly thrust into her pussy as well.

Pathaan thrust into her mouth and she moaned as he pushed his whole cock into her. Jonathan began to move inside her and thrust into her faster. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and clawed at Pathaan's thighs as they thrust into her mouth and pussy at the same pace.

Jonathan now began to rub her clit as well, as he pulled her hips against him with each thrust. Her second orgasm built again inside her and she cumming again around Jonathan's cock this time. The two men pulled out of her and spun her around. Jonathan came up to her and knelt on the other side of her head as Pathaan and he pumped their cocks a few more times and shot their cum into her mouth and moaned.

Y/N swallowed the mixed cum of the two men and smiled and then licked her lips. Pathaan and Jonathan lay down next to her so she was back in the middle. They pulled the blanket over her and Y/N closed her eyes as she slowly fell asleep together between the men. When she woke up again, both Pathaan and Jonathan were still asleep. Carefully, she slid out of bed and picked up her pants and took Pathaan's shirt before putting it on and walking out of the hotel room, but before she did, she looked back at the bed and smiled.

As soon as she was gone, Pathaan and Jonathan opened their eyes and Pathaan reached for his phone and looked at the tracking app. "We should get dressed and follow her," Jonathan said.

"I'm out of shirts though..." he said, sighing as he stroked his face. "I'll just put on my jacket..."

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[talia-rumlow]

Forbidden Fruit (Jonathan Pine X Reader) Chapter Four - Daniel!

Back home again, and life goes on. You've learned by now to not fight back. Just let him. For any outsider it would look like you and Richard was the perfect couple. Some might even consider you to be lucky. Living in the palace, your "boyfriend" with all that money. You with your designer clothes, your custom made jewellery. Everything your heart could desire of material things. But you were still in prison. Living by Richards rules. Doing what needed to be done for you to survive. Letting him do what he did every night. In order to survive.

When Richard tells you that his son, Daniel, will come to live with you, you actually feel relieved. You have no experience with kids. But maybe, just maybe having one stay in the mansion with you, will make Richard show his softer side. That is if he has one. You don't even ask why he haven't told you before. Or why, Daniel is suddenly going to stay with you. Did something happen to his mother? Richard probably bankrupted her as well, to get access to his son, and to get away from the ridiculous amount of child support he most certainly had to pay her. Better not to ask. To play along. Play the devoted stepmom. Pretending to be Richards new girlfriend, and Daniels new mom.

You go with Richard to pick Daniel up at the airport. As Richard says, you should be mom from the very first day. And Daniel should get to know his new mom. Like he really means that. Like he really cares about you. He knows what he's doing to you. He knows it's not real. Any of it. And he knows that you despice him.

Daniel looks nice, you can tell by his facial features that Richard is his dad. But he must look more like his mom. Aside from the facial features, you see nothing of Richard in him. Not even his personality. Richard introduces you as his new mom. That in itself is strange to you, but Daniel doesn't seem to mind. It's like he bonds with you from the very first second. The whole ride back to the mansion, he talks to you. About how he wants to go swimming in the clear blue ocean. And how he's never been outside his native country. By the time you arrive, you almost feel that Daniel came to stay with you, and not his father. Richard almost haven't said one word to him. It's you who does most of the talking. Are you like going to babysit him now? When Richard conducts his shady business deals. Poor kid. Losing everyone he knows. Stuck with you. You! You don't even know who you are anymore.

Almost the second you enter the mansion, Richard starts barking out orders.

- Get the boats ready! Daniel is finally home! Order tables for all of us at our regular restaurant! We're going to celebrate that my son is finally back where he belongs!

Everyone starts to do what needs to be done, in order to get the celebration going. Richard leans down to Daniel. Placing his hand on the boys shoulders.

- Welcome home, son!

Then he gets back up, placing a kiss on your lips.

- Show him his room, and pick out a nice outfit for him, will ya! We're going out to eat tonight.

You smile at him. Before looking down on Daniel. Placing your hand on his back. Smiling down at him.

- Let's find your room, shall we. I think you'll like it. Your father set it up for you.

Then Richard goes back to whatever he's doing, and you follow Daniel upstairs to the bedrooms. His room is right next to the one you and Richard are sharing. Hopefully that will make it easier to keep him from raping you. If he cares at all, what his son is hearing. Richard as a father.. How will that even work out?

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The boats glides easily through the water. With the wind in your hair, and Daniel safely tucked in a blanket, with his life jacket on, smiling, and waving to the girl in the other boat, you almost feel like a real family. For a split second. Before Richard puts his arms around you, leans down and whispers in your ear.

- Behave, you hear. No need to let little Danny know how it really is!

You swallow, before taking a breath and look up at Richard smiling, before you kiss him. Again he whispers to you, harder this time.

- That's a good little whore! Keep it up!

You have to swallow again, to not start to cry. Having Danny around wouldn't help much. You get that now, still in prison. Still Richards whore. Still having to give him what he wants. You need to get out of this. You'll die if you don't. You're well on your way there already. You feel like you've lost your soul with all the fucked up shit Richard tells you to do.

When these other people are around, Richard treats you like a Queen. Making sure you get food first, filling up your glass. Gently putting his arm around you, to show everybody that you're his. Corcoran is the only one that knows how things really are. And you hate those looks he gives you. They're even worse than the ones Richard gives you.

You get seated by a long table, with a stunning view over the ocean. In any other situation you'd love this. But not now, not in this situation. And with Danny in the mix. You feel nauseous. This is absolutely NO place for a child. Not even Richards child.

The chat goes smoothly through dinner. You talk a little with the other ladies around the table, and the guys keeps the chat neutral, without mentioning all the fucked up shit they usually talk about. Probably to spare the children from that kind of imagery. But, as the night goes on, and the champagne bottles keeps on coming. The chat takes a turn you don't like. And when Corcoran serves Danny a glass of champagne, you feel the need to stop things. But you don't. You can't. Instead you keep a watchful eye on Danny for the rest of the night, asking him about the games he's playing on his gaming device. Trying to keep him from hearing about the stuff Richard and his associates is talking about.

It's almost midnight, when you start to pack up your things, to start on the boat ride back to the mansion. You're about to tell Danny to put his device into your purse, when a couple of men shows up. You don't notice at first. Not until they point guns at you, and start to yell for you to put your stuff into bags. You try to shied Danny from all of it. But one of the men grabs him. You try to get him back, but it's impossible.

- Give me your jewellery!

The man yells, as he points his gun to Danny's head. Your scream sounds deafening, when you try to walk towards the man. Richard stops you. Holding you with one hand, lifting the other one up, to show the man holding Danny that he's surrendering.

- We got money! All you need to do, is let the boy go!

- All of it, we want all of it.

The man yells back. Pressing the gun to Danny's head. You take a step forward. If you can get them to take you, this might be your way out.

- Take me instead!

You say. Surprised by how confident your voice is.

- How much money do you have?

The man yells again. Totally ignoring you. Richard turns to Corcoran.

- How much, Corcy?

Corcoran looks from you, to Richard, to Danny.

- Two millions! We can get two million more within the hour!

Richard again turns to the man.

- See! Four millions for the boy. All you need to do, is let him go.

The man doesn't answer. Instead he and the other men drags Danny with them. You scream, both in desperation from them taking Danny, and for them not taking you. This was your chance to get away. And now it's slipping through your fingers. Richard is as calm and collected as he always is. Stone cold, dead inside. Gesturing for his men to follow them. Then you follow, closely behind.

Around the corner and down some stairs, you see Danny. All of the other men are gone. But Danny stands there looking at at guy, lying on the ground. You quickly make your way down to him, and hug him close.

- He saved me!

Danny says, pointing down to the guy on the ground. You haven't looked at him yet. Danny is the only one on your mind.

- He scared them away!

You wrap your jacket around Danny's shoulders, before pulling him close once again.

- Who is that?

Richard yells from the top of the stairs.

- He's our souchef from England. Tom Quince!

Richard walks over, looks down at the guy.

- No he's bloody not! That's Pine, from Switzerland!

Your heart skips a beat. Jonathan? What the fuck is Jonathan doing here? And why did he save Danny? Is he working with Richard? Did he tell him about what you said in Switzerland? Are they teaming up on you? Are they going to kill you? What is Jonathan doing here?

- Don't you worry, Pine! We'll take care of you.

You can hear Richard say. Is doesn't sound like he was expecting Jonathan to show up. Usually you can hear it in his voice. You've been with him long enough and close enough to look through his scams. But if this one is his plan to kill you. He might have changed his game. And you can never know with Richard. And right now. Jonathan scares the shit out of you. Why is he here? What does he want? Why now? Seems like a perfect timing. Saving Danny. Is it to fool you, or to fool Richard?

Either way, Jonathan is in no condition to talk now. You'll have to wait until he gets better, and try to make your questions as subtile as possible, not to blow your cover. And you have to tread carefully around Richard. If this is a collaboration between him and Jonathan, you have to multitask. Finding out why Jonathan is here, and searching for a way out. You decide then and there, to take Danny with you, if you manage to escape.

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[thehiddlebum]

prompt 9 and 11 for either johnathan pine feeling burnt out during his shift while working at the Swiss Hotel or james conrad in the aftermath of skull island

also your miss independent fic piece was amazing <3

hello lovely, thank you! this is such a cute one, i chose pine because… well come on he’s my fave 😩 enjoy ! x

Sleepy

Summary: After a very long shift, you help your love get a well deserved nights rest.

Warnings: None, pure fluff, jonathan being a softie

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x female!reader or GN!reader

Prompts: ‘Your lover is snoring quietly and you can’t help but giggle because it’s so cute’ and ‘Laughing at their messy hair in the morning.’

The cold, snowy weather was the perfect setting for the Meisters Hotel in Zermatt, and it was your favourite weather.

You and your boyfriend of five years had recently moved here as Jonathan was needed for work, he was the night manager for the hotel and you worked as a chambermaid.

You didn’t mind it at all as it was good pay, and the fact that you got to see your beautiful man at work.

Every evening he wore the most stunning suits you’d ever seen, the shirts being tight-fitted around his arms and shoulders.

He just always looked so good.

You both usually slept during the day as Jonathan worked night shifts and you were needed early in the mornings, so he would wait for you to finish before driving you both back to your cabin.

However, today had been particularly busy as the hotel filled with guests arriving for their stay.

It was Jonathan’s job to get them checked in and assigned to their rooms, and assisting them with anything else they may need.

You’ve watched him do his job a couple of times and it’s fascinating how effortless it looks for him.

But today you had been at home resting all day (Jonathan’s orders), as he was asked to step in for someone who called in sick.

So that meant that he was covering both day and night shift, and you knew he would be exhausted by the end of it.

He had sent you a quick text saying ‘i should be finished around the same time as you, darling.’

You were due to start at 5 in the morning, and it was currently 4:15 so you headed to the front door and began the short walk to the hotel.

The sky was slowly getting lighter as the sun came up and when you reached the hotel, you walked through the revolving door and saw him.

He was typing on the computer behind the front desk whilst speaking to some guests, then leading them to the bar area as he put their bags behind the desk.

You could tell that he was trying to push through the exhaustion, but then as he looked up and met your gaze, you saw his lips part as he sighed.

You walked over to him and stepped behind his desk, resting your hands on his broad shoulders and rubbing them gently.

You heard him release a quiet ‘mmmh’ as he leaned his head back into your touch, “Not much longer now my love.”

You whispered in his ear and placed a delicate kiss on his temple, to which he smiled softly at.

“Thank you darling, I’ll meet you here in reception once you’re finished.” He said and leaned down to peck your lips gently.

You left him and went to change into your work clothes, and collected the cleaning supplies from the closet and got to work.

It took you about two hours to flip the hotel rooms over, ready for new guests that would be arriving today.

Changing back into your normal clothes that you arrived in, you left your work uniform in the closet and grabbed your handbag before making your way down to reception.

When you got there you saw Jonathan sat on one of the sofas in the middle of the room, scrolling through his phone.

As soon as he heard the elevator ping and the doors open he looked up to see you smiling at him.

You both left the Hotel hand in hand and got in your car, which Jonathan had drove to work the morning before.

Once you reached your cabin that you now call home, you both got in the shower together but you were both too tired to even try anything.

You poured some of the soap into your hands, rubbing them together and rubbed your hands all over Jonathan’s back and shoulders.

He melted into your touch and rested his head on your shoulder as you rubbed his back, and reaching up to grab the shower head and let the water fall down his back.

Then you squeezed some of his shampoo in your hands and ran it through his wet blonde locks, he closed his eyes as you worked your magic and you admired once again just how beautiful he was.

Once you rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, you quickly washed yourself as you knew he just needed to get into bed.

Stepping out of the shower together, you wrapped one towel around his waist and one around your middle.

You got a clean pair of boxers out for him and one of his T-shirts for yourself, and once you were both dry and changed you got into bed.

He collapsed onto the sheets with a big sigh and you scooted closer to his warm body, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest.

One of his hands rubbed your back slowly and the other rested behind your head, playing with your hair gently.

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and you felt his breathing calm down, you snuggled closer into him as you could feel him falling asleep already.

Before you knew it, you felt his arms go limp and you smiled as you heard soft little snores escape from his lips.

As he let out quiet snores, you reached up and brushed some of his curls out of his face and pressed soft kisses on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his snoring as it was so cute, and you were just so glad that he could get some well needed sleep.

You woke up hours later and it was gone 2 in the afternoon, and you naturally reached out for Jonathan and felt that his sleeping body was still there.

You pulled him gently into your arms and held his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling under the weight of him.

You heard him groan softly as he buried his head in your neck, pecking your skin lightly and your tan your fingers through his messy locks.

He finally gained enough strength to lift his head and he pouted his lips as if asking for a kiss.

You giggled and granted him his wish, softly kissing those perfect pink lips of his to which he hummed in delight at.

Once you pecked his lips one more time, you pulled away to look at him and when you did a laugh escaped your lips.

“What?” His raspy voice spoke as he furrowed his brows.

“Nothing… it’s just your hair.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn’t help but chuckle more at the sight.

He went to bed with wet hair so that made it even more messy, but it was just all over the place.

His normal slicked back blonde locks were now all curly and flicked in different directions, but he still looked like a literal god.

“Stop laughing,” He said with a smirk on his face and it only made you laugh more.

You cupped his cheeks with both of your hands and softly kissed him again, resting your forehead on his.

“I’m sorry baby, you just look so cute.” You stroked his hair and he smiled.

“I’ll show you ‘cute’…” He pushed himself up on his hands and began to attack your neck with kisses, slowly making his way down your middle which had you erupting with laughter as he tickled your sides.

A/N: oh how much i wish this was real 😭

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🌻 Deal With The Devil (dark Loki x sub gn reader; 885 words)

🌻 Hold Me Now (soft dom Loki smut; 747 words)

🌻 Undisclosed Desires (dom Loki x sub gn reader; 351 words)

Jonathan Pine

🌻 The Mission Comes First (fluff/angst; 2.5k words)

William Ransome

🌻 Confess Your Sins (smut; 1.4k words)

Other Fandoms Masterlist

The Umbrella Academy

BBC Merlin

IT (Chapter 1 and 2)

Dark

Gotham

Once Upon A Time

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[infinitystoner]

He’s waiting for you to come back to bed…

Damn, daddy.

But I’m feeling bratty. Do you think I should keep him waiting just a little bit longer? And do you think my ensuing punishment would fit the crime? 😈

(@sarahscribbles you’re the one responsible for my denial kink, after all.)

Thots like this are why I can never watch The Night Manager. Thinking about Pine repeatedly edging me and then blowing my back out would simply break my brain.

#proof my brain is just a filthy smut filled wasteland #i swear my last two brain cells are knocking around in there somewhere #and they must be protected at all costs #jonathan pine #infinitystoner answers

[steddierecs]

the affliction of the feeling by nondz (pinkjook)

Word count: 27,203 (complete) / 2/2 Rating: E Triggers and content warnings: smut

Summary: “Hold on,” Robin interrupts. “Hold on, is this— are you, like. Do you know what masochism is?”

“I know I act like it sometimes, Robin, but I’m not actually fucking twelve,” Steve says.

OR: Eddie has a black hanky in his back pocket.

#steddie #complete #multi-chapter #25K to 50K #steve #eddie #robin #nancy #jonathan #argyle #wayne #mutual pining #smut #getting together #the affliction of the feeling #nondz (pinkjook)

[ladycamillewrites]

hiii my friendsss ♡♡

It’s fictive-sl0th here 👋🏼

Welcome to my second blog where I’ll be writing for other TH characters than Loki !!  If you’re interested in the men shown in my header stay tuned for little projects ; ) 

▪️ Opening event here ▪️

The first bigger project will be a hiddles drama / love series with the amazing @holdmytesseract​ so let’s take a first little peak on...

“Against the odds”...

“But still. I‘ll call you darling“ Tom winked, the steel blue eyes sending a flirty letter that made your knees go jelly. Good thing you were seated because you were a sucker for his charm, especially after three years of dull picture-perfect play pretend with Nate.

“Well, without you playing along it would have been shitty” you quipped nervously, the scent of his cologne invading your nostrils like a wildfire. Tom was the perfect charming villain who would surely make millions of woman fall for Alexander Kray in an instant.

“Well, erm it’s about your ex” Liam whispered carefully but it was hard either way. Your heart dropped, fingers digging in the soft fabric of your tote bag. 

SOON HERE and on @holdmytesseract ❤︎

—> taglist open

#writer #ficitve-sl0th second #hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #holdmytesseract #smut #Drama #love #Angst #thomas sharpe #james conrad #jonathan pine #robert laing #fanfic writing #hiddlestoners

[frostbitten-written]

“Kitten”, Part 2! A Teaser...

“Is there a problem, kitten?” Jonathan’s smooth, rich, almost better-than-sex, voice called out from the bathroom. Yes, that’s right, he was in your hotel bathroom... again. With all of the time Pine spent here, you wondered if he even booked himself a room. His head peeked out from the doorway, soon followed by the rest of his body. 

“I have no more underwear,” you stated plainly, your hands on your hips as you stared him down.  

“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me.” Pine’s brows furrowed, seemingly in concern, but you spied the hint of a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. You groaned and continued. “How on earth did that happen?” He remarked, sarcasm heavy in his words. You flopped yourself onto the bed. “Someone keeps ripping them off of me.” 

Your eyes narrowed at him, and he shrugged, playing innocent. Your facial expression screamed ‘unamused” as you replied, “yeah, I wonder who that could be,” sarcastically. You glared at him silently, accusing him with a raised eyebrow.Jonathan’s features darkened as he stalked over to you. You couldn’t help but stare at how the muscles in his torso flexed and pulled as he walked; it was hypnotic. 

“Be careful with your words, kitten.” He lifted a hand to caress your cheek, almost gently. If anyone had seen the gesture, they would have thought it was loving, even tender, but you knew better. It was a sign of ownership and dominance. 

“I don’t like being accused.”  

He leaned over and pressed his lips against your ear. The smell of his aftershave invaded your nostrils, and it felt like being under the influence of a drug. 

“I rather like the idea of my kitten ready for me at a moment’s notice, should the need arise.”

Pretty and Pantless (in Paris) of the Kitten Series by @frostbitten-written​ and @just-the-hiddles​ coming to AO3 soon!

#tom hiddleston #jonathan pine #jonathan pine x you #jonathan pine fanfiction #jonathan pine x reader #the night manager #the night manager fanfiction #the night manager fic #jonathan pine fic #smut fic #tom hiddleston fandom

[thehiddlebums]

TOM HIDDLESTON MASTERLIST

Fluff = ❁ Angst = ⭒ Smut = ⍟

ONE-SHOTS

Jonathon Pine

~ Sleepy ❁

#tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #jonathan pine #tom hiddleston smut #loki fluff #loki

[mischievoushiddleston]

Undercover

Warnings: Smut, Threesome [Santiago Garcia/Reader/Jonathan]

"That's right, Daniel," Y/N said with a smile as she stroked the boy's hair after checking the task. "And how is my boy doing?" asked Roper as he came out onto the porch and she looked up at the dangerous man, at his side were his men, also the two newest men of his, Jonathan and Santiago. She couldn't tell what was so different about them, of course, they were very attractive, but that wasn't what it was. It shouldn't matter, she just wanted to do her job and after that she would be taken care of. Her job was to teach Richards Roper's son, at least officially, unofficially she was here to get information out about him and his organization. She wasn't here to gush about the two men, after all, they were as much criminals as anyone else here. Y/N was here because of her father; he was in the Secret Service until his death when she was young. The reason he died was Roper and the weapons he supplied. When Spanish intelligence approached her a few weeks ago, she assumed.

"He's doing great, sir," she said, smiling. "Daniel is an excellent student and very bright." "Takes after his father, I guess," Roper laughed; Y/N nodded silently, but kept his eyes on Daniel, who looked up at her. "May I go play now, Miss Y/L/N?" the boy asked. "Yes, you may, but please remember to finish your homework today for tomorrow," she explained to him, who immediately nodded with a smile. "I will; I promise," he said before hurrying from the table; her gaze followed Daniel until he was out of sight before she began to gather up the books. "Leave that, one of my men will take them to Danniel's room later," Roper said and Y/N stopped, "Have a nice day." "Thank you, Mister Roper," she said briefly before walking away, but paused at a corner to listen for anything important being said. "Let's go down, we don't want to keep the guests waiting" he explained to his men before she heard them walking away. Y/N looked at her watch; it was exactly five minutes until the rehearsal alarm would start, as it had been every day since she arrived. She quickly went up the stairs and searched for the key in his bedroom until she found it in a small box before leaving it and going down to the door of the office. She quickly unlocked it when the alarm started and went downstairs. She quickly started looking for documents until she found a stack and took pictures of the papers. "What are you doing here?" someone behind her asked through the alarm. Y/N froze and turned to Jonathan. "I...I..." she stuttered, now noticing Santiago looking at Jonathan as well. "We have to go," Santiago said, putting the documents back before being grabbed by the arm by Jonathan and pulled out. The three were just outside when the alarm went silent. "Please, don't kill me," she said softly. The two men looked at each other and began dragging her up the stairs to her room. Santiago looked around before stepping into the room as well. "What did you do there, Y/N?" asked Santiago firmly. Tears began to run down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, please don't kill me." Jonathan furrowed his brow. "Why would we kill you? We just saved you! Damn it," he said, and she flinched from his tone. "Do you know what would have happened if someone else had discovered you?" asked Santiago and Y/N looked at the floor as she shrugged her shoulders. "What were you going to do with the documents?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow; she hesitated. Could she tell them the truth? "Remember, we saved you; anyone else would have killed you without hesitation." She took a deep breath; it didn't matter if she trusted them. The only thing she could do was hope. "I...I was planted here by Spanish intelligence," she said softly. Y/N looked up at them cautiously through her eyelashes and saw Jonathan running a hand over his face. "So you're the person who was infiltrated here," he stated and she nodded slowly, "Well, I didn't expect that." Santiago walked toward her and she closed her eyes. "Give me your phone," he commanded gently. Y/N swallowed and pulled it out of her pocket before handing it to him. He turned to Jonathan and handed it to him. "Send it to MI6 and the DNI," Santiago explained quietly, barely audible, and she looked to them in confusion. "You're from intelligence?" she asked, her eyes wide. He came to her and pressed his hand to her mouth, rather he bent to her ear. "You must be quiet, Señorita, do you understand?" he asked, looking at her; Y/N nodded and he took his hand away again. She took a deep breath as she realized how close he was to her and looked from his eyes to his lips in turn. She leaned up to kiss him, but he stopped her. "You don't really want to," he explained softly, but she just nodded and kissed him gently. Why should she fight the attraction now, when the two men were actually both on the good side? After a few seconds, she broke the kiss and went to kiss Jonathan as well. "Let me thank you properly," she said softly, letting her gaze wander between them as she gripped the thumb of her shirt before pulling it over her head. Y/N heard Santiago swear softly and felt him wrap his arm around her as he began to kiss her passionately. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned as he pulled her against him. Jonathan stepped behind her and she broke her kiss with Santiago and turned her head so she could kiss Jonathan as well. She broke the kiss and looked to Santiago before she began to open his shirt and slide it off his shoulders; she did the same to Jonathan. Y/N sank to her knees and undid the belt from Santiago's pants before pulling out his cock. He reached into her hair as she slowly licked over the tip. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking as much as she could into her mouth. She could hear him moaning and began to take control and started thrusting into her mouth. Y/N concentrated on breathing through her nose. Finally he stopped and pulled out of her mouth; she looked up at Jonathan as he stroked through her hair. She bit her lip and also unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Take my cock in your mouth, darling," he said, moaning as she sucked on the tip and took as much as she could in her mouth. He pulled her head back before thrusting back in, but finally stopped as well and pulled her back up. Jonathan kissed her passionately before carrying her to the bed and laying down on it with her. His lips traveled down her body as Santiago lay down next to her and reached under her to unhook her bra before pulling it off her body. Jonathan unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. He placed her leg over his shoulder and began kissing up it, gently nibbling the skin of her thigh. "Jonathan..." she moaned, reaching a hand into his hair. Santiago took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it while rolling her other nipple between his fingers; she slid her other hand into Santiago's hair. Jonathan ran two fingers over her wet pussy before thrusting into her, making her arch her back. Santiago gently grazed his teeth over her nipple, making her moan even louder. Jonathan began sucking on her clit, curling his fingers against her G-spot with each thrust. "Oh, God!" she moaned, throwing her head back as her climax began to build inside her and pulling a little harder on both men's hair. "I'm...I'm cumming." "Cum for us," Jonathan commanded, humming against her pussy; almost immediately she came and her body stiffened. As she came down from her orgasm, she trembled a little. Jonathan crawled up and took his cock in his hand as he rubbed it against her entrance before slowly thrusting into her. He pulled almost completely out of her before thrusting back into her, repeating it over and over until he pulled out of her and rolled to the side. Santiago lay down on top of her and took Jonathan's place. He rubbed the tip over her pussy and kept just thrusting the tip into her and teasing her. "Please Santiago," she whimpered and he slowly began thrusting into her until he was completely inside her. "Y/N," he moaned; she clawed at his back. Santiago kissed her passionately before he spun her around so she was sitting on top of him and began thrusting into her from below. She moaned and propped her palms on his chest. Looking behind her, she saw Jonathan sitting behind her. She couldn't pay attention for long, however, as Santiago continued to thrust into her and closed her eyes. Y/N moaned loudly as she felt Jonathan slowly thrusting into her ass. The two men gave her time to get used to them both until she began to move a little on her own. Jonathan pulled out before thrusting in again, while Santiago thrust into her pussy again every time Jonathan pulled out. "Santiago! Jonathan!" she moaned loudly. The sensation from both men was indescribable, so she could almost come just from the feeling. Jonathan reached for her breasts and gently massaged them, while Santiago sat up and began kissing at the skin of her neck. Santiago's hand wandered between their bodies as they continued to fuck her and thrust into her quickly. Their moans filled the room as Y/N clutched at his shoulders; Santiago began to rub her clit quickly. She could feel an orgasm building inside her again. "God you're so tight," Santiago said as she dropped her head onto Jonathan's shoulder. "Cum for us." They thrust deep inside her as she came, filling her with their hot cum. They all breathed heavily as they came down from their orgasms. Finally both cocks slid out of her and she felt the cum flow out of her. Gently, the two men laid her down on the bed. Santiago and he stood up and gently kissed her lips. "Where are you going?" she asked softly. "To return the key before the party is over," Santiago explained. "We'll be back right after, darling," Jonathan promised her. Y/N smiled slightly and nodded. "All right, I can't wait," she said.

#santiago garcia #pope garcia #santiago garcia smut #oscar isaac smut #jonathan pine #jonathan pine smut #triple frontier #the night manager #tom hiddleston smut

[profoundtyrantharmony]

Hey, does anyone has some Tom Hiddleston and Tom Hiddleston characters multiparts fic to advise me to read (can be on tumblr, ao3 or even wattpad) ?

Thanks a lot guys, self promotion is obviously accepted 😁

#tom hiddleston x reader #loki x reader #adam olla x reader #thomas sharpe x reader #fluff #smut #multipart #multi character #avengers #in need of some help #jonathan pine x reader #james conrad x reader #prince hal x reader

[talia-rumlow]

My Works (Will be updated as I go)

First of all. Thank you so much for your likes, your comments and your support. I really appreciate it.

My writing is 18+, smut, and all that follows with it. Some stories are worse than others. Read on own risk. Warnings will be posted.

I usually write Marvel related stuff. But I can take requests for other things as well. Favorites are: The Night Manager, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Bones, Buffy/Angel, 911, Chigaco Fire/PD/Med, Kingdom (I am currently in the process of watching the entire show), Wheelman.

Although I decided to take a step back from RPF, I could maybe take request for that too. But probably only One Shots. Send me a PM if you want me to write something for you.

I also post my stuff on Wattpad, AO3, My personal blog, TikTok and My Saviour is also ongoing on Instagram as a video story. (If you want to keep the thrill, and read the stories as I post them on here. I would recommend, NOT to visit my Blog, AO3 or Wattpad)

ON HOLD! (Given the recent news about Chris Hemsworth!)

Yes! You are seeing correctly. I´m actually writing a Loki fic. And this is an epic one!

Given your place in Asgard, a secret relationship with the God of Mischief isn't exactly a good Idea. But you can't stop. It's an obsession, a sickness. You can't get enough of him! And Loki can't get enough of you!

This story will go back and forth in time.

Chapter One - Twisted Reality

Chapter Two - Queen Of Asgard

Chapter Three - Loki & Thor

COMPLETED STORIES

Private Workout (Alvey Kulina One-Shot)

Another story based on one of Frank Grillos roles. The 2017 NETFLIX movie Wheelman. I love that movie.

After a real heavy night out with the girls, you decide to sleep it off in your car. But when a bankrobbery goes South, and the Getaway driver "borrows" your car, the night takes a whole new turn. While you´re being chased around the city by his enemies, you start to see the thrill of the criminal side of things. But things aren´t always as black and white as you or he thinks.

Chapter One - Wheelman

Chapter Two - Heating Things Up

Chapter Three - This Is Going To Hurt

Chapter Four - Do You Always Fuck The Girls You Kidnap?

Chapter Five - I Told You To Run, YN!

After tips from @nekoannie-chan I have decided to start to post my other stories on here as well.

My schedule:

MONDAY: My Saviour

TUESDAY: My Brother´s Best Friend

WEDNEDSDAY: Bound & Brockened

THURSDAY: Best Friends Forever

FRIDAY: Escort To The Multiverse

SATURDAY: Forbidden Fruit

SUNDAY: Strangers With Memories (Original Story)

You can read about the stories further down in this post!

My Saviour is a Rumlow X Reader story. This story will contain Graphic Sexual Description, Graphic Description of Violence, Death, Murder, angst, trauma, Domestic Abuse and Past Abuse. Read on own risk. This is a story where I portray Brock Rumlow as a decent human being. He also has a backstory. If you don´t like Brock Rumlow yet. You will, after reading this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Marvel characters, only my original ones.

Chapter One - We Don´t Treat Women Like That!

Chapter Two - Can I Tell You A Little Secret?

Chapter Three - What Someone Like Me, Does To Little Brats Like You

Chapter Four - Who Is In Charge?

Chapter Five - Good Girls Gets Rewarded

Chapter Six - The Morning After

Chapter Seven - First Day At Work

Chapter Eight - I Want To Protect You

Chapter Nine - That´s Right, You Disobeyed Me!

Chapter Ten - Pick One!

Chapter Eleven - Mine! Say It!

Chapter Twelve - I´ll Find Him!

Chapter Thirteen - Want To Play A Game?

Chapter Fourteen - Pull Over!

Chapter Fifteen - What Do You Want Me To Do?

Chapter Sixteen - Want Me To Look For It?

Chapter Seventeen - Did You Lock The Door?

Chapter Eighteen - That Girl You Like So Much!

Chapter Nineteen - It´s A Date!

Chapter Twenty - When You Call Me Brock

Chapter Twentyone - See What You Get When You Ask Nicely

Chapter Twentytwo - Come For Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentythree - Please Don´t Leave Me!

Chapter Twentyfour - I Fucking Love You!

Chapter Twentyfive - Are You Alright?

Chapter Twentysix - You Disobeyed Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentyseven - Will It Be Dangerous, This Mission?

Chapter Twentyeight - Have You Ever Used A Gun Before, YN?

Chapter Twentynine - SHIELD Is The Safest Place To Be!

Chapter Thirty - Alexander Pierce

Chapter Thirtyone - Why Is This Happening To You?

Chapter Thirtytwo - How Did You End Up Here?

Chapter Thirtythree - This One Is Not!

Chapter Thirtyfour - Please Don´t Be Mad At Me!

Chapter Thirtyfive - Who Said Anything About Winning?

Chapter Thirtysix - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Thirtyseven - Good Agents Don´t Disobey Orders, YN!

Chapter Thirtyeight - You Are Fired Though!

Chapter Thirtynine - What´s Wrong With You, Brock?

Chapter Fourty - Well Played, YN! You´re Still Dead Though!

Chapter Fourtyone - What Did You Do To deserve This Treatment?

Chapter Fourtytwo - She´s Messing With Your Mind, Brock! Be Careful!

Yet another Rumlow as a decent human being story. Yes! I LOVE doing these. Give Rumlow some love.

After years not speaking to your brother, Jack Rollins. He invites you to spend the summer with him, in New York. When your flight gets cancelled, Jack tells you, that you can hitch a ride, with his best friend, driving home from a mission. Great, you've met Brock Rumlow one time before, and you hate his face. Cocky, self-righteous, arrogant bastard. Not your type at all. You're not looking forward to drive across the country with him. Will you survive this trip with him, or will past experiences make it impossible to get to your destination? Secrets will come out, the past will catch up with both you and Rumlow. This story will be kinda a slow burn, with sexual content, and a lot of humor.

Chapter One - What, Brock? He´s A Good Guy!

Chapter Two - The Stupid Obnoxious One!

Chapter Three - You´re Reading Porn!

Chapter Four - You´ll Never Understand Him!

Chapter Five - What Did You Dream About?

Chapter Six - Like What You See?

Chapter Seven - Arrg.. Piss off, Brock!!

Chapter Eight - What do you want me to say, Brock?

Chapter Nine - Get your fucking hands off!

Chapter Ten - Truth Or Dare

Chapter Eleven - His Best Friend´s Little Sister!

This story is the fastest growing story I´ve EVER posted. I absolutely LOVE to write this story. And I hope you´ll enjoy reading it as well. Just remember the warnings. Read with care!

Brock Rumlow, a ruthless badass, with a fucked up dominant side! After a mission goes terribly wrong, he gets fired from his job. After picking up girls in bars for a while, he gets that he needs more. No more of these fucked up, girls that leaves the next morning. He needs something stable. Someone he can use, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. Someone he can get out his frustration on.

So he decides to buy you, at an auction!

You had no money, no place to live, nothing left. That's the only reason you decided to give yourself away. To use the only thing you had, to maybe get some food and a roof over your head. You had no idea what you were walking into!

DARK STORY!! ⚠️⚠️

Containing graphic descriptions of non-con elements, bdsm, different forms of torture, graphic sexual descriptions.

⚠️READ ON OWN RISK⚠️

🔞🔞🔞

Chapter One - Hades

Chapter Two - Owned!

Chapter Three - Choices!

Chapter Four - Play!

Chapter Five - Rules!

Steve and Bucky have been best friends since the 30's. Steve married you and Bucky married Nat weeks apart, and you've been best friends and double dated for years. What will happen when Nat leaves Bucky, and Bucky moves in with you and Steve? Will the friendship between the four of you last. And more importantly, will your marriage to Steve last when his amazingly handsome best friend moves in.

Chapter One - Divorce?!

Chapter Two - Nightmares!

Chapter Three - Breakfast!

Chapter Four - James.

One of my absolute favorite stories to write. This one made me tap into the darkest places of my mind. This will be a dark story. Containing graphic sexual description, Non-Con, BDSM, rough treatment, strong language, and everything else in that area. Rating X 18+! Read on own risk!

You were new to the city of New York. Your job didn't pay enough money to make rent, so you decided to start to work at a gentlemans club. Then a friend offers you a job at an escort service. To make ends meet, you says yes! One day you are sent on a mission to the SHIELD building, to take care of two agents, returning from a mission. Will it be too much for you to handle? Or will this be just what you need to get the new start you so desperately needs?

Characters includes: Tony Stark, Captain America & The Winter Soldier!

Chapter One - Jack Rollins & Brock Rumlow

Chapter Two - Can You Fuck Her Or Not?!

Chapter Three - I Think She Likes It!

Chapter Four - Shut Her Up!

Chapter Five - She´ll Fucking Listen Now!

Chapter Six - Listen Don´t Fucking Talk

Chapter Seven - She Enjoys The Fucking Pain

Chapter Eight - How Does She Taste?

Chapter Nine - Some Sort Of Super Human!

I´ve always been a fan of the Night Manager, so of course I had to make a fic about Jonathan Pine. This will contain a lot of feelings, past trauma, abuse, murder, Non-Con elements and sexual description.

You met Jonathan Pine 5 years ago in Cairo. One steamy night was all you had time for, before Richard Roper got hold of you. Now you've been his prisoner for 5 years. When some unforeseen events led to you and Jonathan Pine to meet again. Only this time Mr. Roper calls the shot. Your job is to Seduce Jonathan Pine, and make him talk. Make him reveal his secrets before he can put a stop to Ropers plan. Your only way out of Ropers control is to finish the job. Will you reveal his secrets? Or will he reveal yours first?

Chapter One - Cairo 5 Years Ago

Chapter Two - No Way Out!

Chapter Three - A Part Of Life

Chapter Four - Daniel!

This story means the world to me. And it´s heartbreaking, sweet and though. It´s about events from my own life, so I´m really putting myself out there with this one. It was the events in this story that got me into writing in the first place. If it wasn´t for what happened, I wouldn´t have been where I am today. So although I got my heart ripped out of my chest and stamped on. It was worth it.

What if you find love, with the most unexpected person? What if he gave you everything you missed? Only to leave you confused! What if that heartbreak gave you the chance to do everything you ever wanted. Would you risk it all? One more time...

Chapter One - Christopher He´s Good!

Chapter Two - Redecorate The Bathroom

Chapter Three - The First Date

Comment or send me a PM if you want to be on my taglist <3

And if you got as far as to this part.. THANK YOU for reading. And I hope you´ll read my stories, once I post them.

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