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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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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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holdmytesseract · 29 days

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☆ Campfire Sleepover

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Dear crew members, readers and friends,

you are all invited to join in on my campfire sleepover starting on Tuesday (April 2nd)! From that day until Sunday (April 7th), you are more than welcome to send me asks/prompts/etc from the following topics/themes into my askbox:

FMK (including all characters of Hiddles, TWD, Doctor Who - or whoever you like!)

Q&A with the characters from my Baby Fever universe! 🍼

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Characters I am going to write the blurbs/drabbles for:

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 6 months

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Last Updated: 2024-02-01

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Johnathan Pine stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ Cleaning Up by thezombieprostitute • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Something is budding between you and the new night manager at the hotel.

✑ Duty of Care by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 •

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

✑ Holiday in Cario by iwillbeinmynest • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Your friend invites you on a trip overseas but when she all but [ditches you] you find yourself in a rather uncomfortable position. Lucky for you the hotel [night manager] comes to your rescue."

✑ I Won't Let Go by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: “Angela convinced Jonathan to attend a event - held by the Riverhouse, to take his mind off his lovesickness. Unbeknowst to him, you have a gig on exactly that event...”

✑ Leave Me Wanting More by the-purity-pen • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: Months of mutual pining finally culminate in a passionate encounter, but Jonathan makes sure to leave you wanting more…

✑ Mission Comes First, the by holymultiplefandomsbatman • 16+ • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: "Jonathan met you long before he came in contact with Angela Burr. When he goes undercover, you join him. Unfortunately, Roper catches and then tortures you to find out who sent you... while Jonathan has to stand by and watch, just like he promised you. The mission comes first, no matter what."

✑ Mr. Pine by sserpente • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Imagine surprising… your boyfriend at his workplace,… a fancy hotel in Switzerland and getting him all worked up by repeatedly calling him Mr. Pine.

✑ My Dearest Diamond by five-miles-over • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After nearly two years… [you and Jonathan] rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you [plan a] trip to London to see him. As he prepares [for your arrival], Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you …[carrying] out one last errand before you land."

✑ Paris by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself."

✑ Pine by devilbat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: After rescuing you from kidnappers, your father hires Jonathan to be your bodyguard allowing the two of you to grow close. One night, he breaks into your room, asking you to trust him, and although the attack left you wary of the world, you know one thing for sure: Jonathan will always keep you safe.

✑ Saviour by sserpente • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Jonathan Pine saving your life after you end up going after the same target."

✑ Secrets￨Prt. II by strangerquinns • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "So desperate for it, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you'd better start taking it." + "Look at you, grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?"

✑ Sleepy by thehiddlebums • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Your lover is snoring quietly and you can't help but giggle because it's so cute" + "Laughing at their messy hair in the morning."

✑ Slow Your Roll by ladyfluff • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Exhausted and confined to the house after surgery, Jonathan shows you unwavering care and support on your shared journey to recovery.

✑ Summer in Majorca by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "A trip to Spain alongside Roper and his crew had you cross paths with a man mysterious as he is kind and heroic as he is handsome. He goes by Thomas and then Andrew [but is] secretly named Jonathan. You find yourself blossoming feelings for him. [However,] it seems he has eyes for Jed and not you..."

✑ A Complete Surprise

✑ After Glow by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Buh-nana. by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Dirty Talk by fadingfics • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Home Before You Know It￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Life with You by lokispet-blog1 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not Alone by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Paper Hearts and Glitter Glue by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Photographic Evidence by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Short and Sweet Fuse by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sneaking Around by anonymousfiction211 • 16+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

✑ So Much More by five-miles-over • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Step Outside by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶C〕 •

✑ Sweep You Off Your Feet by ladyfloriographist • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Way You Look at Me, the by jewels2876 • 〔E〕 •

✑ Welcome to the World by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Will You Marry Me? by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Within the Strongbox of My Heart by frostbitten-written • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ You by imagine-upon-a-star • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

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moonstruck-poet · 5 months

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Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x reader!

Summary - You are a NCA Investigator and have an ongoing case to rescue women and children that have been kept captive. The mission of course isn't as easy and can also prove to be life threatening. But with an incredibly supportive husband and a strong team, it doesn't seem all that impossible.

Warnings -

Interested in an absolute badass, strong female oc?

This will probably be a mini series btw

#tom hiddleston ff #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x wife reader #strong female #girl power #crime investigator #strong female ooc #soldier reader #loki #Jonathan pine #tom h #marvel #crime

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itsstrange · 2 years

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Start With Forever

Relationship: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: So to give me more time on finishing longer stories for y’all, I decided to drop some of my works that I originally posted on my IG, some of them will be edited and will be a little longer than they originally were, but won’t be edited too crazy. So with that, hope y’all enjoy them!

Summary: Having your first dance with the love of your life is all you ever needed to feel complete.

Word Count: 918

Warnings: (None) Fluff, First Dance, Wedding, Happiness, Gentle Kisses, Just Absolutely Pure Fluff.

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Enjoy! 💙✨

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Having your first dance with your lovely husband is all you’ve been waiting for, the cake was a good moment, yes, but your first slow dance together is what you dreamed of. And it was finally happening, after many hours later. While slowly dancing you were not thinking about everyone else in the hall, not thinking about the slow music playing through the speakers and certainly not thinking about cameras filming this beautiful moment. All you cared about was Tom, who’s in your arms, slowly swaying you to the music, gently spinning you every once and a while before pulling you back in his arms and leaning his forehead against yours. Awhile softly humming to the music.

“I love you Mrs. Hiddleston,” A wide smile spreads on your face at his words, causing you to do the same,

“And I love you, Mr. Hiddleston,” A wide, warm smile spreads on his before angling his head and letting his lips connect with your own, smiling and chuckling against your lips when everyone bursts into cheers and whistles,

You on the other hand couldn’t help hide your face in the crook of his neck from shyness, causing another deep chuckle to escape from him, but nonetheless let’s his cheek lean against the crown of your head as he continues to sway you two with the music.

Once the song ended, another round of cheers and whistles erupted the hall, causing you both to smile widely, but you being the shy one you hide your face with Tom’s chest. Again. Through the loud commotion, you slightly hear his deep chuckle before feeling a warm hand on the side of your cheek. With little effort he brings your face back to his own, he smiles down at you and places another small kiss. You smile against his lips, not wanting to break away from his lips or him in general, you slip your arms around his waist and hug him tightly.

Tom slightly pulls back to see your (E/C) eyes before giving you a small peck on your forehead. As you two remained on the dance floor, the DJ smoothly announces the floor is now open for people to joined and began dancing to the upbeat music, you two however remained slow dancing in each other’s arms. Some song from a familiar band plays loudly, causing people to move with the beat with their partners, but you and Tom remained moving slow and steady. Dancing your asses off can wait, right now you two are enjoying the moment and each other’s hold.

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The Following Morning

Stirring from his sleep, Tom wakes up to the sound of Seagulls flying by and waves crash ashore. Through drowsy eyes, he manages to see outside his window, noticing the sun was barely peaking out. Slightly looking down where you still remained sound asleep in his arms, a small smile tugs on the mans lips as he takes in your beautiful sleeping form. Realizing then and there, that this would be his life now, getting the opportunity to wake up next to you, forever. He honestly, still, doesn’t understand how he was able to find someone like you, find the perfect wife that’ll love him the same way he loves back. Doesn’t understand how he got so lucky to have you. He just doesn’t.

After a while of admiring your sleeping form, he carefully and slowly peels away from you before getting up from bed. Slipping on his shirt and briefs that laid on the floor, he makes his way out towards the balcony to watch the sunset, to have some alone time, to gather his mind around reality for a minute. The weather was rather warm, a small fresh breeze hitting his skin every so often when the waves crash against shore. Closing his eyes he inhales deeply through his nose, getting a fresh scent of nature, and feeling the way his exhausted body relaxes almost instantly. As Tom stood out in the balcony, overlooking the beautiful sunset and the crashing waves, a warm hand snaking into his breaks him out of his thoughts.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, leaning your cheek against his shoulder,

Tom looks down at you, smile tugging on his lips, “Processing everything,”

His heart flutters in his chest at the sight of you wearing his white button up from the previous night, with your (H/C) hair resting messily on your shoulders. He can definitely get use to waking up to this.

You chuckle, “Still can’t believe it huh?”

He shakes his head, “Knowing that you are finally my wife? Yeah.. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,”

You smile up at him before reaching out to peck his lips and settling in between his chest to watch the sunrise with him. His arms wrap tightly around your frame, chin resting on top of your head as you both stare out to the beautiful island. While doing so, your lips curl upwards when you suddenly feel the way his fingers play with your wedding band. The gesture was adorable, yet, just like him, you also couldn’t believe he was your husband as well. Whatever feelings he must be feeling at the moment were most definitely the same feelings you had as you stayed in his arms, cherishing the morning with him. Making core memories like this one is all you want and all you hoped for, because he was your forever. Just like how you were his.

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this one as well!! Stay tuned for more short-ish stories while I continue to work on the larger series!!

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thehiddlebum · 10 months

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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

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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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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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paris

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Summary: After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself.

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ | smutty (minors & pearl clutchers, know your place…it ain't here); 1 cuss word

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

The second you walked in to your hotel room, you kicked off the death trap excuse for 'shoes' you had on your feet, your toes and ankles practically screaming in relief that the infernal torture devices were finally away from them, slumping against the door and taking a few steadying breaths of your own before padding across the room with only your stockings to cover your feet and pouring yourself a glass of rosé.

You'd spent the last three hours rubbing elbows and schmoozing with the self-proclaimed 'elite of society' in a gathering within the Parisian vacation home of one of Austria's most notorious drug cartel leaders who had began to encroach on the space left empty in the weapons trade with the capture of Richard Roper. Jonathan had reassumed his identity as the disarmingly seductive Andrew Birch, throwing his name into the hat to take over the seat that Roper left empty.

He had the contacts that would still be more than willing to conduct business with him if the cover ever had to go that far. Not to mention a cozy little nest egg of 300 million that everyone seemed to have forgotten about in the pandemonium of it all.

Meanwhile you were there to pretend to be his right hand and fiancee, infiltrate the Austrian's private study, and find the damning evidence that showed he was putting out feelers in order to establish himself in the arms trade as 'the new Roper'. All the while putting on a show that you and Birch were the very definition of insatiable.

Dancing together in the middle of the extravagant ballroom, your bodies pressed together so closely you were almost intimately familiar with each curve of his muscled physique. Never having a moment where no part of your body was touching the other's somehow, whether it be a hand to his chest to display the engagement ring that solidified your personas in a display of feigned possessiveness, or his arrantly large hand curving around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

And then there was the kissing, which you couldn't even bring yourself to think about without melting into a puddle of your own vulgar thoughts involving you and Pine and the bed in your hotel room.

"Keep dreaming, Y/L/N, you're not his type," you mumbled into your wine glass, pissed at yourself for lamenting over goddamn Jonathan Pine instead of just letting yourself enjoy the view of Paris at night, the Eiffel Tower lit up and washing over the city in a romantic glow.

The sound of your door opening suddenly had you ready to break the wine bottle to use as a makeshift weapon to defend yourself. "Stand down, Y/N, it's only me."

You could feel your body easing up from its defensive stance at the sound of Jonathan's voice. "Now how did you know I was arming myself already?"

"Because if you weren't I'd be immensely disappointed in you and might have to throw you back to training. Teach you a thing or two." You did your best to not let it show that his words had such a bestial effect on you, that you were currently doing your damnedest not to press your thighs together to relieve the way your pussy started clenching around nothing.

The ache between your legs intensified with each step you heard him taking in your direction, the sounds of him pouring himself a glass of wine a few mere feet behind you sending a thrill throughout your entire body.

"It's beautiful," he whispered as he walked up behind you, the combined warmth from the alcohol and the feel of his chest against your back making your mind run rampant with obscene thoughts of him carrying you back into the room and stripping you of the slinky satin number draped over your curves. Making you scream for him until the entire hotel -- hell, the entirety of Paris -- knew exactly who it was that brought you to such an insatiable state that you were reduced to incoherent screams of his name.

You fought against the twitching of your free hand to reach for his as he placed it on the balcony railing, so close to your own, opting instead for what you often tended to do in his presence when you weren't assuming any type of persona: you rambled.

"When I was a little girl all the way up until probably before the IEA I dreamed of traveling the world. When I was transferred to Angela's division sometime last year, I got to see most of it, but this place still lurked in the back of my mind. And before you assume it's about the fashion or the romance, no. I was after the food." And a little bit of the romance, you finished internally. "The view's good, too, I guess," you capped off cheekily.

As you turned your head to ask him what he was doing in your room in the first place, a startling realization dawned on you the moment your gazes met.

He wasn't looking at the view.

"Jonathan--"

Before you could say anything else, he silenced your words by leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss, the taste of him paired with the wine creating a heady combination that threw you off balance. You were only faintly aware of him taking your glass from your hand and placing it down on the small table next to the bottle based on the sounds of your glasses clinking together.

"I had a peek into what it would be like to call you mine tonight," he murmured against your lips, his hands settling on the curves of your waist and pulling you towards him to press your back firmer against his chest. "Now I can't deny my feelings for you anymore. I can't keep telling myself to stay away because it would complicate our work or some other bullshit excuse."

You whimpered as he laid his lips on yours again, your knees buckling from his delicate licks at the parting of your lips, asking for entrance that you were more than happy to grant him, moaning and relaxing into his hold as your tongues met.

"Please," he whispered as he pulled away from you. "Tell me I'm not making a complete fool of myself here, telling you how I've dreamed of you. Of us. Finally together--"

"You're not." You spoke your words in a rush, placing your hands over his comparatively larger ones and threading your fingers in between his own. "I've…I've dreamt about you, too. Wanted you--"

He pressed his lips to yours again, the rest of your words fading on the tip of your tongue as he slipped his hands out of yours and began to roam your body. You let out a muffled moan when he'd touched the exposed skin of your thigh from your dress's high slit, his fingers starting to bunch up the fabric and slowly exposing more of your legs to the cold Paris air.

"What're you doing?" you breathed out, biting your lip as he kissed along your neck and shoulder, nipping and licking at the expansive amount of exposed skin thanks to your dress.

"In the morning we'll roam the city, like tourists. We'll sample the best food that Paris has to offer." Your giggles from his plan for the morning quickly turned into moans as he proceeded to suck a bruise into the back of your neck. "Tonight will be spent working up our appetite."

When you turned your head to face him, he nipped at your shoulder again, tightening his hold on you.

"Eyes forward, darling. And put your hands on the railing." You let out a shaky moan as you followed his soft-spoken command, your jaw going slack as his hands began to work your panties down your legs. "I want you to look back at your memories of this city, of that view in front of us, and remember this."

You felt him settle behind you again, wrapping an arm across your stomach. The sound of a zipper being undone and the shuffling of trousers and the soft clinking of a belt buckle piercing the low buzz of the city around you. Your grip around the railing tightened until you felt your skin stretched taut over your knuckles when you felt the tip of his length brushing along your folds, and then lining himself up at your entrance. "Jonathan--!"

Suddenly his lips were at your ear, his breath warming your skin in the cold night air. "Whenever you close your eyes and remember this view, I want you to remember every touch. Every kiss." He emphasized his words by pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your shoulder, groaning against you as he flicked his tongue against your skin. "I want you to remember being worshipped by the man that loves you."

All words died at the tip of your tongue as he inched his way inside of you, the only coherent thought remaining in your mind being 'He loves me back'.

A/N: Welcome to the first Jonathan Pine story of the collection! Again…because deadlines…I had to fade to black this one. And I don't have plans for a part 2 as far as this story goes.

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holdmytesseract · 9 months

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Lil' Announcement...

It's nothing bad, I swear. Rather good. 😁

I have been struggling a bit with my writing - like you know. Now, I'd say I have it under control again. The smol writing department in my brain isn't misbehaving anymore - which makes me honestly very happy. I've been writing A LOT of Baby Fever fics lately and I decided that I need a break from it. Don't get me wrong. I love this AU with all my heart, but we need some distance, in order to work perfectly together again. Therefore, I'm postponing the wedding (again, as well as the requests in my askbox) and write some other stuff. I need a ✨change of scenery✨. I hope this helps, 'cause I want the wedding to be perfect.

To cut a long story short, I decided to open up requests again. 🥳 Not that long, though, 'cause I've still got a few left and if I have too much I feel under pressure quite fast. 🙈 Plus, I don't want y'all needing to wait so long. So, I thought about a 'new concept' for doing this...

Rules:

I will only leave them open for a few hours (12 max. Depends on how many requests I get... I think I won't take more than 15 😬)

Everything that gets send in after I close them again will be deleted. I know this sounds hard and I'm really sorry for that, but I need to draw a line. Every time I opened requests and got 10 (for expample), I ended up with 15 - long after I closed them again. I've always been so kind to still accept and write them, but this puts me off my stride. I don't close them without a reason. Closed means closed. I hope you all can understand that.

No nonnies anymore. I love nonny requests - don't get me wrong. But I had a lot of moments in the past, where I wished to talk to the person who sent me the request and I couldn't. If you don't want me to publish your blog name, no problem. Just tell me and I'll keep you anonymous.

There are things I'm not comfortable with to write. Please respect that and take a look at my Request Rules for that.

I can't promise you that I'll write your request. This is something that happens VERY rarely. Sometimes there's simply no inspiration for a certain request and it's neither cool for me to pressure me into writing it, nor for you who gets a shitty story to read in return. I hope you can understand that as well. Happens really not that often, though.

Please be patient. I'm not always the fastest writer.

Characters I'm going to write for:

Loki (No requests for the Baby Fever AU please.)

Tom Hiddleston

Will Ransome

Jonathan Pine

James Conrad

I wouldn't say no to a Magnus Martinsson request either... 👀

Well... I think that's it... 🥳

Let's get started! 🔥

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 4 months

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Last Updated: 2023-12-18

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Johnathan Pine stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

❆ Christmas Boyfriend by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

❆ Christmas in the Mountains by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine spending Christmas in the Mountains with Jonathan Pine, spying on a Greek drug dealer… wouldn't it be romantic if he actually knew you were in love with him."

❆ It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas￨by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Jonathan loves Christmas and this is his first one working at the Meisters. A chance encounter [with you] gives Jonathan more Christmas joy than he could hope for."

❆ Christmas Miracle by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Last Christmas by jewels2876 • 〔A〕 •

See Also: Navigation || Jonathan Pine Master Index

Authors: @jewels2876 || @just-the-hiddles || @ladyfluff || @sserpente ||

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Chocolate and promises

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Female reader

Warnings: anxiety, nerves, pining, all the feels, angst to fluff,

Summary: you and thor head to New Asgard, hoping it's not too late........

Part 5 -- Part 6-

You ran out of the elevator, sprinting across the roof, Loki's cloak billowing behind you, making it to the jet "d..did you get...everything?" You asked trying to catch your breath "yes y/n, everything on your list is in the back." Thor said smiling. "Awesome, ok...let's go." You said tossing your bag down following him to the cockpit. You strapped Into the seat feeling the thrum of the engines. "How long until we're there?" You asked looking over "a few hours at most" Thor said flipping more switches "and he's still there?" You asked bunching the cloak in your hand "I am not sure. I haven't heard anything, but I didn't known he was planning to leave either." Thor said sighing.

You slowly opened your eyes hearing Thor's voice "y/n, wake up we have arrived." He said shaking your shoulder. "Oh shit, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." You yawned stretching. "It's quite alright, let's get everything..." he trailed off looking to the back of the jet. You got up, making your way to your bag hearing voices "I'm sorry y/n." You vaguely heard Thor say before he gripped your shoulders "Thor, what the..." you trailed off as he pushed you into a locker, quickly closing it behind you when you heard footsteps. "Brother, What do I owe the pleasure?" You heard Loki ask "oh, well I...just thought I would stop by" Thor said nervously. "Riiight..." Loki said, hearing his boots echo through the jet. "Can I not just come to see my brother?" You heard Thor ask. "I suppose.." loki said, suspicion in his tone.

"Come, let's go to the tavern I am parched after the journey." Thor said. You heard the footsteps retreat, letting out a sigh you went to get out of the locker, unable to find a latch. "Shit.." you breathed, running your fingers along the metal "Thor you...grr." you growled pushing on the door realizing you were locked in. You tried to ram your shoulder into the door, groaning when it wouldn't budge. Leaning on it you sighed trying to figure out how you were going to get out when the door suddenly opened, landing you on the floor. "Oh..I'm so sorry!" You heard behind you, rolling to your back seeing a young boy looking no older then ten standing there "prince Thor sent me, my name is Talvi." He smiled holding his hand out. "Well hello, and thank you for letting me out." You said shaking his hand.

You got up dusting yourself off "Prince Thor told me you are here for Prince Loki, are you a surprise?" He asked looking up at you. "Yes, L..Prince Loki doesn't know im here." You said grabbing your bag. "Oh, I think he will be very excited, he's been rather sad lately." The boy said following you "has he?" You asked looking at him "yeah, he never leaves his house except for meetings, but you'll make him happy." He smiled again. "Oh...how do you know?" You asked smiling "well, you seem nice...and your pretty." He said looking down, a light blush on his cheeks. "Well thank you Talvi." You smiled.

"Now, where does Prince Thor live?" You asked piling everything at the back of the jet. "Oh, he and Prince Loki share a house, they said the people needed the space more then they did." He explained making you smile. "Well, they went to the tavern, so.." you trailed off not sure what you should do. "Oh, Prince Thor has spent days in the tavern, it is legendary." He said laughing "oh...hmm." you thought to yourself "well, I'll be waiting here until he gets back" you said sitting down "Well I must return to my family, I hope things work out as you wish my lady." He said bowing as he took off out of the jet. You leaned back in your seat stretching your legs out, hoping Thor wouldn't be gone for days.

When she sings, she sings "come home"

You opened your eyes, looking out the windshield seeing it was dark outside as you heard singing In the back of the jet, loud and drunken singing, peeking out seeing Thor and Loki sitting on the bench.....

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger: "når kommer du hjem?"

You had no idea what be was singing, you only heard him speak his native tongue a few times, usually when he was mad at Thor. but his voice was angelic, entrancing. the deep baritone sending a shiver up your spine feeling your heart swell. You could listen to him until the end of time.

Men trærne danser og fossene stanser

Når hun synger, hun synger "kom hjem"

Men trærne danser og fossene stanser

They sang together, Thor laughing as Loki slumped down next to him, his head laying on Thor's shoulder "I miss our times in the tavern brother." Loki slurred making you giggle, you had never seen him drunk before, remembering him saying our alcohol was "sub par." "I miss them as well, we shall have to do this more often." Thor said laughing when Loki sat up "Thor..." he said shifting to face him raising his hand pointing at himself "I have decided to depart." He finished, waving his arm in the air. "Oh....where to?" Thor asked "no idea...just not here." Loki said pressing his back against the wall "and what would make you depart?" Thor asked "because I have lost the one person I truly love." He said laying his head on Thor's shoulder again "you don't know that, wait and speak with her first." Thor said "it doesn't matter...she won't have me, and I don't want to be here if I can't have her." He said sighing.

You heard Thor say something but couldn't make it out as you sat back against the wall in the cockpit "h...he loves me?" You whispered to yourself pulling your knees up wrapping your arms around them. You weren't sure how long you sat there when Thor crept in "y/n...come we must hurry." He whispered waving you after him. You got up, walking to the back of the jet seeing Loki sprawled out on the bench, his long curls fanning above his head, one hand on his chest the other over his eyes. "He won't sleep long so we need to be quick." Thor said grabbing your equipment heading outside. You grabbed your bag taking one last look at Loki before following Thor, carrying everything to the main hall.

"Ok, you do what you need to, I will go take Loki home, when you are finished come over and I shall sneak you in." Thor said setting everything down giving you directions to the house before starting for the door "oh Thor.." you called out seeing him turn "Thank you, for all of this." You said smiling "for my brother and you...anytime." he smiled walking out the door as you got to work setting everything up, hoping you were right and things wouldn't backfire...

You stood in the small room, fidgeting with your fingers hearing the main room fill with people. Apparently the town decided to throw a feast in Thor's honor so the entire town was here. Luckily for you he had drug Loki out of the house first thing in the morning, sending a seamstress to the house who then called for a small army of women to put your outfit together while they attended council meetings all day. You looked in the mirror, the long silk jacket went down to your wrists, leaving a large slit open in the front where your black lace teddy showed front and center, your belt holding it together at your waist as it cascaded down to the floor "God I hope I don't trip." You said adjusting the belt, smoothing out the skin tight leather pants, the forest green hue matching the jacket.

You sat down, grabbing your heels taking a deep breath. If you were wrong about this you were about to make an utter fool of yourself in front of the entirety of Asgard, and Loki. You bent down, lacing your heels when you heard a knock on the door, seeing it slowly open revealing Thor. "You look magnificent y/n." He said smiling. "I think im going to throw up." You said leaning over feeling Thor sit down next to you "remember y/n, above all else he is your friend, he loves you and I believe he will be honored by your bravery." He said rubbing your back. "Now, I will announce that someone has prepared a song for the Prince, and you come out when your ready." He smiled standing up. "Thor.." you started, grabbing his hand "He won't say no, trust me." He said squeezing your hand before leaving.

You stood up, fluffing your hair checking you makeup hearing Thor's booming voice "ladies and gentlemen, we have the honor of listening to a very talented performer who has prepared a song for our very own Prince Loki! Let's make them feel welcome!" He said as you heard the room erupt in applause "Well, now or never." You said walking towards the main hall. You looked down, keeping your hair covering your face as you made your way to your machine, finding the song you hit play as the lights dimmed. Turning your back to the crowd you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath lifting the mic to your lips.

Again, you're gone, off on a different path than mine...i'm left behind, wondering if I should follow

You had to go, and of course it's always fine...I probably could catch up with you tomorrow

But is this what it feels like to be growing apart?...When did I become the one who's always chasing your heart?

You turned to the crowd, the train of your coat whipping behind you as you looked out to the packed room, your eyes meeting his...

Now I turn around and find I am lost in the woods...North is south, right is left, when you're gone

I'm the one who sees you home, but now I'm lost in the woods...And I don't know what path you are on

I'm lost in the woods

You took a few steps forward, looking around the room seeing people smiling at you, your eyes traveling back to the front of the room seeing Loki sat stock still, his cheeks a light pink.

Up till now the next step was a question of how...I never thought it was a question of whether

Who am I, if I'm not your gal?...Where am I, if we're not together forever?

Now I know you're my true north, 'cause I am lost in the woods...Up is down, day is night, when you're not there

You held eye contact with him, wiling him to feel everything you felt for him as you strode through the room, your palms sweating the closer to him you got.

Oh, you're my only landmark, so I'm lost in the woods...Wondering if you still care

But I'll wait for a sign that I'm on your path...Cause you are mine...until then, I'm lost in the woods

You felt the base run through you, the look in his eyes not betraying whatever emotion he may be feeling as you stode closer, seeing Thor's smile widen.

I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods

You made it to the bottom of the high table, Loki and thor sat with several others high above you as you took a breath, closing your eyes feeling your heart race in your chest.

I'm lost in the woods

The room thrummed with applause, Thor's loudest of all when you looked to Loki, you're eyes locking with his you lifted the mic to your lips knowing this was either the best decision of your life or the worst "jeg elsker deg Loki Laufeyson" you whispered, seeing his breath hitch as your hands shook, the anticipation eating you alive when he suddenly got up, his face indifferent as he slowly made his way down to you, stopping in front of you you saw the red spread across his cheeks as he genlty wrapped his hand around yours, lifting the mic to his lips "jeg elsker deg min valkyrie" He whispered, a smile spreading across his face as you grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to you you pressed your lips to his, pouring every emotion you had into him, feeling his hands glide up and down your back when be pulled back just enough to look at you

"i..what about our friendship. I don't want to ruin that." He said gazing into your eyes "loki, I'm definitely going to need you to do that, immediately if possible" you said as he smiled, leaning back in, his lips engulphing yours as he cupped the back of your head, his tongue pressing past your lips as he deepened the kiss, moaning onto your mouth you felt his hand slide down your your belt as he pulled back, you both panting "I do believe I am ready to ruin you my dear." He purred, his fingers fanning over your cheek when you grabbed his hand pulling him behind you, stopping at the door you looked back "Thank you Thor!" You yelled blowing him a kiss as you drug Loki away into the night, excited for what the future may hold......

A/N- graphics by: @harlequin-hangout..the song Loki and Thor were singing was the one Loki sang on the train on Lamentis....

Translations- "jeg elsker deg Loki Laufeyson"--"I love you Loki laufeyson."

"jeg elsker deg min valkyrie"--"I love you my valkyrie."

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How To Fake Date A Spy (Jonathan Pine x fem! Reader). Part 1

Summary: When you joined your sister, Jed, for a lovely summer in Spain, you wanted to enjoy yourself. Instead, you have to deal with numerous men of Roper's business having a gross interest in you for more than small talk. Going to Roper for help, he offers an idea- pretending to be the date of his newest friend. A handsome sous-chef known as Thomas Quince. Little do you know yet, the man's real name is Jonathan Pine and he is on a mission to take Roper down...

Word Count:5K

Chapter Warnings: Sexual harassment (not our boy, Pine). Discussions of suicidal intentions- if you or a loved one have thoughts, please please PLEASE reach out, call a hotline, tell someone you need help, and get help right away and this I hope is portrayed well and healthy and hopeful in this chapter. Some Fix-It-Fic-ness (Poor Elena deserved better. Hmmm, interesting of Le Carre to have the not-white female characters killed off to further the male characters' storylines. Guess what? We're fixing that crap. At least for Elena). Mentions of murder and domestic abuse. Reader being thirsty, but no actual smut.

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

A/N: You can decide if you’re a sister by adoption or by birth and I want to leave that open ended in the fic to make this an inclusive x reader fic. Shout out to @evelyn-kingsley for suggesting this idea in the first place! This fic wouldn't exist without you! :)

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You screamed as the robber grabbed the boy and pulled out a gun to the child’s forehead.

“Nobody move! Nobody move!” the robber yelled.

There were more screams behind you and as people shot up, you heard plates clatter on the floor. Your heart was racing a mile a minute. It seemed all was well one minute- enjoying a seaside restaurant with your sister and some friends. Paid by the man she was in an arrangement with- Roper. Drinking wine and dancing and laughing. Little Danny playing games on his dad’s phone. A phone with worldwide secrets that also conveniently housed Candy Crush.

Then like a flip of a coin, a robber grabbed Danny and pulled him over to sit on a chair, moving the gun between pointing at the boy or your party. Danny’s sobs mirrored the screams you heard rabbits made. Sounds when the creatures thought they were going to die.

Roper-with an eerie calm-spoke to the robber. Offering the robber anything he wanted.

“Jewelry! Wallets!” the robber demanded.

With shaking hands, you took off the earrings. Your sister bought them for you on a shopping trip last week. Being mistress to Roper, Jed could afford to spoil you with gifts however she wanted. You then removed your ring and your necklace. It was harder with the shaking, but you dropped them in. You saw Jed doing the same next to you, her jaw quivering. Then you took your wallet and all of you put your items in a bowl. Everyone did- an offering to an angry god demanding a sacrifice.

“That’s shit! Where’s the real money? Where’s the rest?” the robber asked, waving the gun at each of you.

Roper promised him 10 thousand dollars in fifteen minutes. As long as Danny was returned. The robber began to back away, still holding Danny.

“We’ll take the boy! Until we have the money! Everyone on the ground!” he threatened.

Jed offered herself in exchange. Out of gut instinct you pulled at her arm, tears in your eyes. Bringing her back.

The Robber pointed the gun at each of you and your body shot, seeing your imminent death in its Barrell. There was silence from all of you- the about-to-be-dead.

“On the ground or I’ll shoot!” he yelled.

All of you went to the ground. You kept sobbing and so did Jed, your legs still quivering as you laid down. The robber ran off, carrying Danny. The boy’s screams could have cut you in two. You sat on the ground. The party crawled back up.

From out there, you heard yelling and a commotion. Then the screaming stopped. But there was no gunshot.

All of you ran down the steps to the stairway to enter the place. There was no robber- and Danny was safe. Danny scrambled back into his father’s arms, hugging him and crying. Even Jed leaned down to touch his arm. You had to cup your face, crying tears of relief this time. But your eyes wandered to someone else.

On the ground near him was a man in a chef’s suit, groaning in pain. His face so bloodied and hurt he was unrecognizable.

“What happened-what happened?” Jed asked.

“They ran off…he scared them…he saved me…” Danny explained.

The staff said the rescuer was a sous chef from England. Corky began examining the hero of the hour, still groaning from his broken nose and pain. Roper examined him, his blue eyes turning into a hawk gaze. Jed wrapped her long arms around Danny and let the boy cry his tears into her. You comforted him by running a hair through his head.

It was decided. They couldn’t let their hero bleed to death. He was coming with you.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

You hardly saw the sous chef after he moved in. Not that you had time to. You had another party of Roper’s he was hosting. And it meant dealing with your least favorite thing- men. Specifically- Roper’s men.

The party itself would be okay. You were glad you kept a small book in your clutch. Your phone batter was down to 10 percent and Danny was standing by his dad. But many of the men would gather around you. Or introduce themselves. Drunk on money and power, they believed they could do everything. Like having access to you when you didn’t like them.

One fucker-you didn’t remember his name and he didn’t deserve it-approached you as you began to sip your flute of champagne. Already you could smell how he reeked of cologne to where it stank. He leaned in closer than you liked.

“Hey there-Y/N, isn’t it? You’re looking nice today?”

“Thanks.” You said curtly.

He smirked.

“I just like what I see….would you like a drink?”

“I have one, no thanks,” you said.

His eye wandered to the book sticking out of your clutch.

“Ah-What are you reading?” he asked.

“A book,” you answered.

“Hmmm…what kind of book.”

“It’s a…a…a romance book,” you answered honestly. Maybe he would be disappointed in your interest of “fluff for women” and turn around.

“A romance book. You like that stuff?” he asked.

Already there was that hint of putting down. Slight dislike. Condescension. You took it and ran. You gave him a frown.

“Yes, I do,” you said, going around.

Then at dinner, you could feel their eyes on you. One guy- Mr. Jacobson- was enjoying his time sitting next to you a little too much. He was tall and barrel chested with a dark beard and dark hair, manspreading on his seat. You squeezed your knees tight together so they wouldn’t brush his pants. But his leaning in gave you less space to flee.

“Well-everyone has a type for someone! A type they fall for!” Caro Langbourne began, just for casual conversation.

But Mr. Jacobson turned to you with a greedy smile. You could feel the eyes on you.

“Hmmm, means you got a type, Y/N? Like us big, hairy guys?!?”

You turned next to him.

“No.”

It was quiet and the conversation went on, but he kept talking to you. More than you wanted to. There was one guy. He was closer to your age. And he wasn’t bad looking at all, not to you. But as he turned to you during dessert, having innocent talk, just in a corner alone, he suddenly, out of nowhere, asked.

“So-When will you let me stuff it in your mouth?”

You nearly dropped the plate in shock. You blinked, processing that he said what he said.

“What did you say to me?” you asked in a hiss.

He put his hands in his pockets and repeated it.

“When will you let me stuff it in your mouth. You’ve had dessert, you can take it.”

You felt like you could get sick with disgust.

“Forget it. Don’t’ you say that to me- leave me alone!” You pushed off and walked away, heels clicking furiously from the party.

You found yourself, once alone, crying a little. You wiped it off in the bathroom, redoing your makeup with a frown on your face. Why did every gathering have to be like this? The stares. The smiles. The comments- it was too much.

You were so sick of them. All these guys hitting on you like they were entitled to you. You really were sick of it. In their bright smiles and uniforms but with such disgusting words spewing from their smiling mouths.

All this finery- nice dinners. Beautiful places. Numerous Shopping splurges with your sister. Trips to every country. Restaurants and clothes that would cost ordinary people a fortune. But the price- to be harassed daily by these dicks at every event and more. It was exhausting. Hell, the way Caro’s husband sometimes leered at you made you feel sick to your stomach. And the man brought his kids!

Besides, you didn’t even want to be in a relationship. How could you trust them-trust anyone? There were lots of hot guys out there who seemed perfectly nice. But they only seemed that way. Was it worth being abused- be it with a man beating you, or saying something cruel, or worse? Or being cheated on-giving all your heart and love to a guy only for him to find someone hotter, better, and to betray you because you were not good enough? Or the pain, the drama, the hurt of trust, the heartache? No, there was no one out there who was worth it. You didn’t want to fall in love, you didn’t want to get hurt. Even Jed and Roper were just a business arrangement. Despite the smiles and PDA, it was no different than Corky’s agreement. A loveless job.

You had to call it a night.

But as you were walking, you passed by a door. You remembered it-it was where the heroic sous-chef was staying in that room. You hadn’t been in it. You hadn’t even seen him since then-only once as they were tending to him with bandages and towels over his bleeding face when he was helped in here.

You had to go in and visit. That was a better end to the night. This was Danny’s savior, after all. You had to let him know how grateful you were. You knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a bright, baritone voice. English accent. Proper. Refined. Elegant, even.

You opened the door a little, and took a first step in.

“Hello the-“

Your voice stopped as did your steps. You almost did not recognize him. There wasn’t blood all over his face. Only a bruise over his eye and a bandage over his nose.

But even so, he was one of the handsomest men you had ever laid eyes on.

His eyes were blue, and his hair was an in between of dirty blonde and red. He had cheekbones that could cut glass and the shirt covered his broad chest, slim waist, and bulging biceps. You felt the wind knock out of you, the words hanging in the air, until you regained yourself. You took another step in and continued.

“Hello there-just me…”

He turned up.

“You weren’t interrupting anything.”

You began to grab your arm. He was so attractive you wanted to shy away-flee away like Snow White from the Prince. But you forced yourself there.

“I don’t think we’ve introduced each other since…since that night. I’m Y/N. Jed’s sister. I help look after Danny.”

He looked up, eyes meeting yours.

“I just wanted to…to…thank you. For what you did.”

He gave you a smile.

“You’re welcome. What’s your name?”

You gave him your name.

“Lovely. I’m Thomas-Thomas Quince.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No- I’m fine for now.”

“Let us know, okay Thomas?”

“I will, Y/N.”

You could have come at how he said your name, but you held yourself together.

“Okay, have a good night, Thomas.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Then you closed the door. But you realized you were still smiling, feeling very warm and tingly. Without question, this was a better ending to the night.

There was going to be another of Roper’s male colleagues coming over to stay with you. But he didn’t have a history of saying gross things to you. Not even with his wife, Lucia, and kid traveling with him. Juan or “Apo” was joining you with his wife and their teenage daughter, Elena.

Their car arrived the next day. You were squinting from the Spanish sun. Roper smiled as all of you waited just outside the penthouse when the driver opened the door. Out popped Apo, Lucia, and Elena. The group was all smiles and handshakes and hugs with Roper.

That is, except Elena. Her eyes were big, and she wore a shining, diamond necklace over her Chanel dress, but she didn’t smile. She was slumped as she stood. When Roper hugged her in greeting, she froze, only patting his back stiffly out of politeness. She seemed to shrink within herself. Even when Danny went up and said hi, showing off his new book about ocean creatures, she only nodded in response.

Roper put his hands on his hips, keeping a toothy grin at her.

“Ah! Well-I bet you’re sick of annoying little boys already, Elena! But don’t worry-you’re a big girl now! And you can join the big girls-like Y/N, here!” he said, with a grand sweep towards you.

As housekeepers hauled their luggage inside, Elena turned to her dad.

“Papi…can I go walk, please? I’d like to explore the city,” she asked.

Apo turned to her, reeling off praise to her.

“Oh! My little girl! Already so adventurous! Here-don’t go alone. Have this…this…Y/N! Walk with my Elena, will you?” he offered.

“Oh, sure thing!” you replied.

Though you hadn’t really talked to her, it would be a nice change from staying by the house all day. And she looked like she could get out. Something was up and her father was oblivious to it.

Both of you walked about. It was the late afternoon melting into the early evening. You walked through tall buildings with laundry wires across the streets over your heads. They sloped down the hill as people walked about. Though the sun was still bright, there were more shadows across the town.

“How was traveling?” you asked.

“Okay… great even,” Elena answered.

Then there were the sounds of bells chiming the hour. You noticed a palm tree and a few restaurants.

“Are you hungry? There’s a stand for some street food. My treat.” you offered.

“I’m fine,” Elena replied.

She gestured to her necklace.

"Would you like to have this?" she asked. She dangled it in her hand, not caring if some bold pickpocket eyed it.

"Uh, no thanks-but thanks for offering!" you replied.

She turned skittishly around. Her head full of long, black hair moving with her. You paused.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

She turned to you and this time; she didn’t answer the question.

“There’s a cathedral here…I know it’s the next block over-can we go?” she asked.

“Sure thing!”

It then struck you that you were going about without guards. If she noticed a pickpocket or a stalker, you were the only one guarding her. But you walked over to where the bells chimed to enter the large cathedral.

Walking over with her, you turned and walked inside. It was infinitely cooler in the cathedral than outside. You were used to air conditioning, so the summer trips had been brutal here. You let out a sigh of releif. You did admire the elaborate paintings and design of the cathedral- its dome over your head, the numerous statuettes of saints, the golden crucifixes. And all in a building that was older than America! They definitely didn’t make most churches as pretty as this back home! Tourists wandered to snap pictures. Locals were in the pew, praying. Elena walked forward, her feet turning into stumbling. You saw she was shaking all over-as if her strength was sapping out of her. She gripped onto the pew, sitting down. Then she knelt and gripped her hands in prayer.

You went down and joined her.

“What is it, Elena?” you asked. You made sure to keep your voice low. The place made a lot of echoes from the high ceilings.

“Nothing.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. Something is up. You’re upset. Your dad is blind to it. But he isn’t here- you can tell me. Anything.”

She looked around again. Checking each person around her. Then she turned to you.

“Is no one watching us?” she asked.

“No. No one is. Not even Corky and he creeps around everywhere. Just you and me. I don’t care how messed up it is- I won’t judge.”

She began to blink tears, and then leaned her head down, beginning to cry.

“Elena…did something happen?” you asked.

She began to blubber out.

“I’m…so grateful for cathedrals. They’re peaceful. They’re quiet. Anyone can have sanctuary there….”

She turned to you.

“Sanctuary? From what? Are you in danger? Is someone threatening you?” you prodded.

“I want...I want…I want the pain to stop…I’m a burden to everyone…I’m the reason people are dead…” she confessed.

“What do you mean?” you gasped. You immediately grabbed her hand. You had an idea and it chilled you, but you asked it.

“Are you…thinking of ending your own life?”

“Yes.”

A sick, horrible feeling swept through you. Chills, dread, terror. But you prodded further. No matter how uncomfortable, it was the right thing to keep talking to her.

“Do you have a plan how?”

“Hang myself. And I was going to do it on my birthday party. Snuck out the party to my room. They wouldn’t care- it’s like it’d be better without me. Too busy congratulating each other and being fancy. I would do it- Hang myself right there…”

“Elena….oh my god…oh god….” You muttered in shock, your hand never leaving hers.

“Elena…thank you for telling me. I know things always seem bleak- it’s hard to realize that there are options out there when you feel that way…”

“Options? I was born into this family! I didn’t choose it!”

She turned to you; her voice lower. So, no one could overhear.

You know what my dad does? He defends Roper. We’re rich. Because of Roper…Roper and his…his-his-his…acts!”

“Acts?” you repeated.

You knew Roper was head of Ironclast. That the immense money didn’t come from nowhere. But you had to find out further. She turned to you, her eyes brimming, tears falling.

“Dad’s rich protecting him. So, Roper can’t ever be caught. Roper sells bombs. And you know what he does? Drops them on villages- his own personal bombs. He treats people like toys. Cities. Full of innocent people. And anyone who opposes him or his friends or tells them no? They die. That’s why I’m even here-innocent people who are dead!”

She let in a shaky breath.

“Do you know…do you know Freddie Hamid? Did he ever appear here at Roper’s party?” she asked.

“No, I don’t. He never showed up.”

“He’s a friend of Roper’s. He’d appear with Papi and at the parties…. Freddie beats up women. And he’s a murderer.”

“A murderer?!” you hissed quietly.

Elena nodded.

“He had -a mistress. Sophie. I met her every time she came over. She…was nice. She let me pet her dog. She’d talk to me like no one ever did- like I wasn’t a princess. Like I was a person. I wanted to…to…to be like her. And there’d be bruises. On her arms. On her face. She’d say she’d fall. But it was clear-I knew it was Freddie. I knew it! But no one would believe me. And do you know what happened to her? Sophie was Found murdered in her hotel!”

You felt a horrified chill over your body as you spoke “And Freddie or Roper killed her?”

“At least sent their men to do the job. She must have stepped out of line. That’s what happens here-you step out of line. You’re dead. I was dead anyway…and you know what-she’s just one of many.”

You swallowed. Part of your stomach got sick. But you kept listening. You put your other hand on hers.

“I was dead anyway. I thought it’d be better…die rather than get killed. Then…I left the party and ran to a cathedral instead…”

You realized there were tears in your eyes too.

“I’m glad you did, I’m glad you did, Elena…I’m glad you’re here…talking to me…”

She released one hand of hers, touching her necklace.

“You see this shit necklace? I see it and just see more dead Sophie’s-dead people! Papi says it’s the most expensive necklace in the world! And it was paid for with blood money!”

She gripped it like she could rip the necklace to shreds. But she couldn’t-her nails dug into her skin. She looked at you right in the eyes.

“Roper…he is the worst man in the world…and you’ll see that…”

It all hit you-hit all at once. You knew she was telling the truth. There was no matter of denying it. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

“You’re right…he is…he’s got my sister in his clutches. She was desperate. She was broke. And she…she has a baby. Mom hates her. Roper gave her an opportunity. Now she’s chained to him. A man old enough to be our dad, too. She doesn’t have a choice to leave him now. I see how unhappy she is on the inside…he is the worst man in the world. “

You smoothed her hair so you could see her face.

“I’m concerned Elena…because I care about you. I’m going to support you- however I can…” you promised.

You took her and hugged her. She let herself cry-relieved. You cried too, for her. For your sister. For yourself. For everything. You held onto her, keeping on shaking. Waiting until she was ready and let go. She turned around, seeing the crowds.

“Could we…could we walk around?” Elena asked.

“Yes…we can stay here as long as you need. I don’t have anywhere else I need to be.”

“But dinner…”

“If you don’t want to eat with Roper, we can get our own dinner,” you said.

She walked about. Elena did go to the confession booth. It wasn’t therapy but it was something. Talking in a private space with someone sworn to secrecy. Elena did talk to plenty of other people. Just talk- nothing more. Not about her emotions. She spoke to an old woman, a priest lighting a candle, and a tourist lady with a pregnant belly. It was probably good to give her space and not overhear when she did. But you never kept her out of your eyesight.

When she finished talking, you got her hands as she sat in the pew again turned to her.

“Elena…when we’re done, I’m buying you a sangria, and tapas, and ice cream. And when we get home, you’re not staying by yourself-you’re with me now. I’m staying by you-“

Elena raised her eyebrows.

“And you don’t have to pretend. You can be with me. I’ll keep you safe. You’re not going to be alone-and you’re going to live.”

You grabbed her shoulders and her eyes became big.

“You’re going to live! And if you even think about doing it-tell me! And we’ll get out of there and do something! We’ll go swimming in the ocean naked! Stuff our faces at some restaurant! Stay at this cathedral! Get fucking plastered and sing karaoke!”

“I don’t…don’t want to live off of blood money…I don’t want to live as some spoiled pet from other’s deaths!”

“But you will live…they keep saying you’re a big girl…and you’re going to have a life without living off of Roper. I could…could…could help you escape.”

“Escape?” she gasped.

“That’s the most expensive necklace in the world. That alone could buy you rent for an apartment of your own. Long enough until you get a job. And you can stop living off money used to kill people! A life all on your own! And…have you thought of getting help? Professional help? I’ll seek it out.”

“No…didn’t consider getting a therapist…but you can’t tell my parents why…”

“I will tell them you need help-that you need a counselor. And you can tell me anything! I’ll sneak you out however I can!”

She blinked. And then, slowly, she smiled. A small, present smile. The first smile you saw on her face.

“It sounds…wonderful.”

You linked her arm in yours.

“Good…we’re friends now. Best friends. And I’m not going to let anyone get you anymore…if you think you’re rebelling, if you think you’re in danger-from Roper or Freddie or yourself…I’m going to help you.”

Indeed, the Sangria, tapas, and ice cream were delicious. You even got her to giggle a litte. Once it was dark, both of you returned back to the house.

“Could you room with me?” she asked.

“Oh, of course!”

“Y/N…Danny got rescued, didn’t he…who did it?”

“Oh- his name’s Thomas!”

“Where is he?” she asked curiously.

“Resting up from his injuries!” you answered.

“Can I meet him?”

“Yeah! Sure!”

You took her to the door to Thomas’s room.

“I got to warn you- he’s really hot, too. Took everything in me not to faint when I saw him!” you whispered.

She made a small smile. You opened the door and there was Thomas, reading a book with a finished tray of dinner on his bed.

“Hello- we have a new guest. This is Elena-Elena, meet Thomas.”

She went over and greeted him. She smiled. Though then she leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Part of you was shocked by this sudden intimacy- even boldness from this teenage girl to a grown man. Hopefully, there was nothing concerning! If the man was a pedo, you would gladly kick his ass. But there was no change in his expression.

She moved into your room. Sleeping in the next bed. As she slept, you poured through her luggage. You got rid of all long things- scarves and whatnot-so no possible nooses. You made sure there were no guns or sharp objects or knives or dangerous medications. Though it made your stomach feel sick and shiver to think of how fragile life was. How so many random little things could end a life. It made you want to vomit and even cry- but you put them all in trash bags and threw them away.

The next two days were a simple pattern. You always stayed by Elena. She would walk out, go to the cathedral, and talk to people. A priest even gave her a blessing. She even ran into the pregnant lady again and they chatted. Then you would walk back. Now that Thomas was walking around, he was hard not to ogle. And you didn’t blame Elena for sometimes going up and talking to him! You made sure there was nothing dangerous- even if she had to go to the bathroom, you joined her. You never left Elena alone. Only if you knew someone would stay by her. You began to research counselors here to immediately get her help and signed her up for one. You told her parents she was troubled, and suicidal-they had the right to know. Just not the reason why. Once a counselor was picked, you both began to research apartments here. Once she was done with school-or even before- she would move out. A poor life made with money on her own was better than one living off of Roper’s corrupt wealth. Elena was always by you- and She didn’t mind having to be the third with Danny.

But you protected both. Yet…how could you protect yourself? There were going to be more events and parties and dinners. And Roper’s men would still leer at you.

You had to tell Roper. He was the Worst Man in the World. You knew that. But no one else could stop the harassment. Knowing Elena was safe with someone, you went up and found Roper. He was on a deck, talking to Andrew. They sat on a little table under a shaded umbrella with cold drinks. For the topic you were about to bring up, it was very pleasant. They turned to you, their low voices stopping.

“Roper- I have to talk to you. Now!” you said.

“Oh, goodie!” he replied dryly.

You stepped up to them, sitting on the extra free chair. You could feel the wind and hear the nearby ocean.

“Roper…I have this problem. Your friends, all the men keep hitting on me. Please….i just need…need some help. I need you to stop them. Really!”

After scratching his grey head, Roper put his hands in his pockets where he sat. He gave a half smile. But you noticed Thomas was still frowning, but something in his face softened.

“Well-the price paid for being a pretty lady here!” Roper laughed.

“I’m serious! It’s uncomfortable!” you prodded.

He put his hands in his pockets, but he kept smiling. He then looked at Thomas and back at you. Then his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh-you’re lucky. Have a look at Thomas. You see-he’s getting some business done. He’s about to have a very important job with me- joining my circle. Let’s say, a little thank-you gift. He’ll need to be seen at events-parties. Gatherings. The works. But they will think he’s no one…”

“What does that have to do with me?” you asked.

“He’s got to make an impression if he’s going to succeed. I’m getting him a new suit. A new business card. A new wallet….and a new woman.”

Your back straightened. Roper began grinning even bigger, like an evil Cheshire cat.

“Do you mean…mean…am I…am I…in an arrangement with Thomas? Like you and Jed?” you asked.

The shock was like an ice cube in your stomach. Even if Thomas was an attractive man, were you going to have to sleep with someone you barely knew?! In fact, this was a step above- a new man in Roper’s circle, only this time it wouldn’t be words, but actions.

“No! No arrangements! I’m not asking you to sign any marriage contract, sweetheart! Just be his date for a few events! Let them think you are his!” Roper said.

You looked over at Thomas again. His own eyes were big. His jaw was slack as if he was just as surprised as you were. And he still didn’t say a word. But he did lean forward.

“Y/N…I won’t force you to do anything…don’t be scared…” he assured you.

But Roper went on as if congratulating himself.

“But I see. You…. tolerate each other.”

Thomas folded his arms and leaned back into his chair. You saw his adams apple lowering as he swallowed. You had no words but listened. He did keep glancing at you and you at him.

“Y/N, you’re sick of being some sort of…. forbidden fruit, shall we say? Well, when you want to keep the fruit from flies- you make sure it’s taken care of.”

He turned to the handsome rescuer.

“Thomas, you want to keep your business up and running and frankly, I don’t like to see you sit inside and brood all day. Doctor says you’re good to go about now. So let’s kill two birds with one stone, shall we?” Roper declared.

He then took his hands and placed your on each other. For a second, it did feel like a marriage ceremony.

“Be each other’s dates when we’re in public!

Thomas tightened his jaw and leaned forward in his chair. You nearly jumped up where you sat. Roper went on.

“Tell everyone you’re a couple, now. Go to a few parties and restaurants, hold arms, and smile at each other. Maybe a kiss on the cheek, sometimes! Don’t be scared- Thomas here is a knight in shining armor and he has the libido of a monk, from what I’ve gathered. You both win- Thomas, you will be a social butterfly with a contract and influence and Y/N will keep those nasty little men from drooling at her.”

You hated that he was right. It was a sad truth. Those men wouldn’t respect your word alone. But if you were taken, they’d respect your boyfriend instead. Even a fake one.

“I can tell you- you can make up a reason to break up any time you want!” Roper then finished with a playful, short wiggle of his eyebrows.

You wanted to crawl beneath a rock. Thomas kept calm, the light in his eyes did not deny his surprise.

“Well, what’ll it be? Thomas, I think there’s a bit more freedom for you to say no. But it’s Y/N here who’s a bit more anxious, shall we say. And Y/N could use the protection!”

You looked at each other. Thomas got out another hand and put it over yours in slight protection. They were warm and soft. Already at his touch you felt…safe, for lack of a better word.

“I…I…I don’t see any pros of saying no…” you began.

Roper clapped his hands together and then rubbed them in joy.

“Well, then! We’re going to have a little cocktail reception later today! All for Apo’s family coming in! Your work starts tonight- Only me on your little secret that it’s pretend-deal?”

You glanced at each other. Thomas gave a nod.

“If Y/N’s alright with it, I am.”

“Deal,” you agreed.

“Well then, time to leave the lovebirds alone!” Roper chirruped.

He got up and turned out with a smile, leaving you alone with Thomas. You heard seagulls cawing and the shadows of the house shifted. Thomas leaned towards you but didn’t let your hands go yet.

“I’m sorry…so sorry, I’ll make it up to you. I bet you’re furious, right now,” he said.

“I’m…I’m actually not. At least not anymore. It doesn’t sound that bad,” you replied.

“But those men-they’ve been bothering you. Keeping you unsafe- haven’t they? I can do something. They don’t have to bother you anymore…” he offered. “It’s the least I can do.”

“And now with you, they won’t.”

He gave you a smile and your insides turned again.

“It’s not that bad. Just go to a few events. Hold arms. And smiles. I bet whatever you’ve done, that’s not the hardest thing you ever had to do,” you wondered.

Thomas looked back out to the sea and your gaze followed his. He let his hands go.

“No, it’s not.”

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The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.” You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.”

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

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