"I don't wanna die." "You're not gonna die, you here me?" with Jonathan Pine, please. 🥰
YESSSS ANGST TIME I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
TW: BLOOD, GUN/GUNSHOT WOUND MENTIONS! PLEASE BE CAREFUL GOING THROUGH THIS ONE MY LOVES!!
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Your hand was pressed hard into the wound as he instructed as you tried to focus on your breathing. Jonathan was guiding you back to the safe room Angela rented.
"She's hurt," you heard Jonathan speak into the ear piece, "bad. She's got a gunshot wound just—"
Gunshot wound.
Good christ.
You knew the pain from those sucked. But you didn't think it would suck this bad. You felt like vomiting. You're surprised you haven't as you close your eyes for a moment to try and ignore all the pain from your abdomen. This was worst than your period pains, too.
You could get through this. It'll be fine.
When you open your eyes again, you assume you've had them closed for a while. You're laying down on a hotel bed, Jonathan's face hovering over your own as he gently pats your face with his hand as he calls your name.
He's....panicked. Jonathan Pine was panicked. Worried.
For you.
"Shut the hell up," you groan finally, free hand moving to wipe off the sweat on your forehead.
Jonathan and a few others laugh in the room, and you try to sit up and see.
But you're pushed back down gently by his hand.
"Stay laying down for me, sweetheart. You passed out on the way in."
"Surprised you even woke up," Angela chimes, far away. "You've lost a lot of blood."
"S'rry," you slur, clearing your throat as you try to keep eye contact with Jonathan. His eyes were so bright for someone who's worried. "'An I have some water?"
Jonathan was quick to stand up and twist backwards to grab something as a sudden wave of pain surges through you. You hiss loudly, almost curling into yourself.
"Hey, hey," Jonathan starts, the water going right to the nightstand next to the bed, grabbing your hand tightly with his own. "It's alright, it's just the numbing medication."
You whimper in reply, your eyes finding his own again as you lick your painfully chapped lips to speak. "J-Jonathan, I don't wanna die."
His face twisted into something somber, grip tightening on your hand as he leans in close. "Listen to me. You're not. I won't allow it. Understand?"
You open your mouth slowly, your eyes raking over his face as if it'll be your last and he cuts you off firmly.
"You're not gonna die. You hear me?"
You nod slowly, the pain starting to subside very slightly. "I he-hear you."
"Good," he says. His smile is reassuring before he leans over you and presses a kiss to your clammy forehead. "You're gonna stay with me, and we're gonna see this mission through, okay? We just need to get the bullet out..."
Jonathan's words lulled you back into the black abyss of sleep, and in your dream it was the two of you just getting coffee, being regular human beings.
And in that dream you wondered if you'd wake up and see him waiting for you next to the bed.
Author’s Note: If you haven’t seen The Night Manager you definitely should. It’s super good and Tom looks incredible as usual. I hope whoever reads this likes it!
Your eyes bulge at the beautiful scenery of Milan as your school group walks towards the hotel you'll be residing in for two weeks. You're so glad that you could afford to come on this trip, wanting to visit Italy for a while, since you were a small child.
"Do you think we'll find some hot guys to fuck around with?" Kayla asks as the two of you walk into the fancy hotel.
You let out a snort and shake your head in reply, looking over at the short brunette. "In the time frame that we have? Maybe. I wouldn't think you can achieve more than just a hookup though," you explain to her as your teacher checks you guys in.
"Hm, true, but it doesn't hurt to try," she states and you nod your head in agreement.
"Okay, everyone!" Your teacher calls out to gather the group's attention. "We've got six rooms with two beds in each room. There's twelve of you so pair up and grab a key."
You and Kaya give each other a look before laughing, the two of you walking towards your teacher. You smile at the older woman as she writes your names down before handing you a key.
"Kaya and Y/N… room 145," she mumbles and you grab the key from her hands. The two of you head towards your room, deciding to relax a bit before you all head out again.
Hours Later…
You toss and turn in the queen-sized bed, a soft sigh leaving your lips as the insomnia kicks in. You throw your covers off of your body before getting up. You quietly grab your room key and glance over at Kayla, seeing her dead asleep.
You envy her, wishing you could be dead asleep. You've been dealing with insomnia since your early teens. You'd be surprised if you ever got a full eight-hour sleep. Most of the time it's about four or five hours.
You hold your breath as you quietly open the door to your room, slipping out before the hall lights can shine into the room. You release a breath after you hear the lock of the door click. You walk around the gorgeous hotel, your eyes looking at every art piece you walk by.
"I'm really surprised Mrs. Smith chose this hotel," you mumble to yourself while heading towards the lobby as you remember seeing a little seating area next to a fireplace.
You didn't notice the man standing at the reception desk as you walk into the lobby, your arms crossing over your chest as you head straight towards the loveseat sofa. The man at the desk watches you as you sit down before grabbing one of the magazines.
His eyes glance towards his watch to see that it's almost 1:45 in the morning. It's not often he sees any guests at this time of hour. You run a hand through your hair as you prop your feet up, another quiet sigh leaving your lips.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Miss?" An accented voice asks you and you jump in your seat, looking over your shoulder.
Your breath hitches in your throat as a tall man stands beside the couch, his blue suit making his blue eyes stand out just as much. Holy shit he's gorgeous. "U-Uh, no I'm okay," you mumble shyly and the man smiles.
"Are you sure? I can get you a water bottle or something," he offers and you feel your cheeks blush.
"Okay, sure," you smile softly and the sandy brunette nods before walking away from you.
The man returns with a bottle of water and holds it out for you to take. You thank him quietly while grabbing it, feeling your fingertips brush against his. You press your lips together as you could feel butterflies roaming around your stomach.
"May I sit with you?" He asks politely and you nod your head in reply. The man sits in the chair beside you, his blue eyes looking towards the fireplace. "I'm Jonathan Pine, the Night Manager."
"Y/N L/N," you introduce while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and you lean forwards to set the magazine back onto the coffee table. "So, you stay up all night to watch the place?"
A chuckle leaves Jonathan's throat as he nods his head, crossing one of his legs. "I do, yes. Been doing it for years now," he explains and you hum in response.
"Don't you ever get… lonely?" You quietly ask and Jonathan furrows his eyebrows together.
"I've never really thought about that, honestly. I guess I keep myself occupied enough to not really think about it," he mentions and you grab a hold of the pillow beside you, hugging it to your chest. "Real question is why are you up at two in the morning?"
A chuckle leaves your lips as you lean against the arm of the couch, adjusting your position. You prop your feet up on the cushions as you turn towards Jonathan. "Oh, this is usual for me. I suffer from insomnia and don't usually fall asleep until three or three-thirty," you tell him and the man frowns slightly. "That's why I asked you if you ever get lonely because I'm lonely every night."
"Do you want some tea? I have this tea recipe I use when I'm trying to sleep," Jonathan offers and you smile at him, fond of his kindness.
"If you think it'll work, go for it. I could use the sleep," you joke and earn a laugh from the blue-eyed man as well.
Jonathan stands up from his chair before holding out a hand to you. "Come," he smiles softly and you hesitantly reach out to grab his hand.
He pulls you up from the couch and leads you towards his office. "Have you been to Milan before?" He asks while the two of you walk into the office, Jonathan shutting the door behind you.
"First time, actually," you tell him and fiddle with your fingers. "But, I've wanted to come here since I was younger. I'm glad that one of my college courses was able to make my dream come to life."
"That's pretty neat. So, you're here with a school?" Jonathan questions while motioning for you to sit at the small table. "You must be the one staying here for two weeks."
You hum in response as you watch him fill the kettle. How are you so calm right now? This man is beyond gorgeous. You think to yourself as your fingertips tap along the wooden table.
Jonathan grabs a cup from one of his drawers and sets it on the table in front of you. "I hope I'm not making things weird for you," he mumbles and you shake your head immediately.
"Oh, you're fine, Jonathan," you reassure him with a smile. "It's nice to have someone actually care? Like, I've roamed around places I've stayed and no one's stopped to have a conversation with me. Let alone make me tea."
You rest your chin against the palm of your hand as Jonathan lets out a chuckle. "I'm not like many people, darling. Plus, it's my job to take care of our guests," he informs you and your chest clenches a bit, the smile dropping from your lips.
So you didn't do it just because? You hum as you're suddenly not feeling up for tea. You stand up from your chair, gaining the man's attention. "I'm not feeling well," you whisper as you walk towards his office door. "I'm going to head back to my room."
The smile on Jonathan's lips fell as you leave his office without letting him get a word in. He clears his throat while turning off the kettle, not needing it anymore before letting out a sigh. "Was it something I said?" He questions himself while heading back towards his reception desk.
-
A knock on your hotel room door wakes you from your slumber, a small groan leaving your lips as the sun peaks into the room. "Be up and ready in half an hour!" Mrs. Smith calls from outside the door.
You look towards Kayla, seeing her bed empty and already made. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up slowly, glancing towards the alarm clock to see it was almost nine in the morning. "Jesus Christ," you groan and lay back down, placing your arm over your eyes.
"Morning, sunshine!" Kayla beams as she walks out of the bathroom. You move your arm to look over at her before letting out a grunt. "That's what happens when you roam around the hotel for two hours."
You sit up suddenly, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. How does she know that? "What- I-"
"Don't even try to come up with an excuse. I woke up to go to the bathroom last night and you were nowhere in sight," she explains and you deeply sigh.
"Sorry. I have insomnia," you tell her and her eyes soften a bit. "I went to the lobby to sit by the fireplace for a bit."
Kayla sits down beside you as she brushes through her wet hair. "How come you didn't tell me about this? We're best friends," she mumbles sadly and you shrug your shoulders.
"Not many people know. I usually just keep it to myself so no one else has to bother with it," you confess while fiddling with your fingers.
"Well, I care about you. Don't you forget that," she whispers and you give her a soft smile, thanking her quietly. "Now get dressed. I need some coffee in me."
Kayla patiently waits as you get ready, the brunette scrolling through her phone. You tie your tennis shoes before standing up, letting her know that you're ready. The two of you walk towards the lobby, your heart dropping a bit as you see Jonathan standing at the desk still.
When does he leave?
Your friend drags you up to the reception desk, watching her eyes widen as she takes in the man standing in front of her. Jonathan looks up from the computer he's typing on meets your eyes first.
"Good Morning, Y/N," he greets with a soft smile before turning his attention to Kayla, "Miss, what can I help you guys with?"
Kayla quickly glances your way before telling him that she would like a coffee. He simply nods his head and moves away from the desk, doing as she asked. "He knows your name?" She asks you as soon as he disappears.
You rub the back of your neck and nod your head in reply. "I met him last night," you tell her and she slaps your arm, causing you to groan. "What the hell?!"
"You didn't think to tell me you met one of the most handsome guys in Milan?!" She laughs and you shrug your shoulders, feeling your cheeks blush. "Did something happen?"
"No. I'll tell you about it later," you mumble as Jonathan comes back with the coffee Kayla ordered.
She takes it from him with a smile before walking away from the two of you while giving you a look. You hated her sometimes. You think and chuckle to yourself.
"Do you need anything, Y/N?" He asks softly and you shake your head in answer. "Uhm, if you don't mind me asking… have I said something wrong last night that made you run away?"
You press your lips together before looking up at him. "I felt special. You actually made me feel special by taking time out of your night to talk to me… when no one has ever done it, and you ruined it by telling me it's just part of your job. So, what you're saying is that you wouldn't keep me company and offer me tea to help me sleep if you weren't the Night Manager?" You rant on, feeling yourself getting angrier by the second.
Jonathan's eyes widen slightly as you breathe heavily, moving to walk away from him when his hand grabs a hold of your wrist. "I'm sorry," he mumbles and you can see the sadness in his blue eyes. "I… I didn't mean to make you feel that way. That was never my intention."
You pry your wrist from his hand and give him a sad smile. "I've got to go," you mumble quietly as your group begins to walk out the door.
Kayla calls out to you and motions for you to come along when you glance back at Jonathan once more. You swallow thickly and your heart breaks at the look on his face. You shouldn't feel like this. You just met. You take a deep breath as you catch up to everyone else, linking arms with your best friend before walking out the hotel doors.
Jonathan taps his fingers against the desk and scrunches his nose. "That's your girl?" A random person asks and Jonathan glances towards one of the hotel customers.
"Oh, no, sir," he politely tells him with a small smile.
The man scoffs in response and glances back towards the front door. "Could've fooled me. The way the two of you looked at each other. It was like you've been together for years," he explains and Jonathan swallows the lump in his throat before clearing it.
"Heh, no. She's a guest just like you, sir," Jonathan awkwardly laughs while the gentleman working the day shift stands beside the blue-eyed man.
-
"Are you going to visit Jonathan again tonight?" Kayla asks as the group walks into the hotel. It's almost nine-thirty at night when you all return, most students feeling exhausted after today's activities.
You shrug your shoulders and glance towards the reception desk to see Jonathan relieving the man who you assumed works the day shift. His blue eyes meet yours and the two of you smile softly at one another.
"I don't know, maybe," you mumble as the two of you walk towards your room.
"Good Evening, everyone," Jonathan greets and your teacher gives him a warm smile.
You glance over your shoulder at him as you can't help but feel somewhat entranced by the man. A small sigh leaves your lips as you continue towards your room.
"You should. I can tell that the two of you have this unspoken thing going on," Kayla mentions and you hum in response. "I'm just saying… you don't have to follow my advice."
You're twiddling with your fingers as you stare off into the darkness. Tonight's the one night you wish you could fall asleep since you've been out in the sun all day. You're exhausted, yet here you are, not able to get some shut-eye.
A sigh leaves your lips as you find yourself getting up, deciding to roam around for the second night in a row. Albeit you're a bit nervous to run into Jonathan, but part of you wants to see him again.
You throw a hoodie on before leaving your room quietly. You cross your arms over your chest as you wander into the lobby, seeing Jonathan standing at the reception desk still.
"Hey," you softly call out and the dirty blonde picks his head up, his blue eyes meeting yours before a smile comes to his lips.
"Y/N," Jonathan smiles and lets out a small chuckle, "I'm very surprised the Milan sun hasn't knocked you out."
A snort leaves your lips as you nod your head and rest your arms against the desk in front of you. "Honestly, I am too. I was hoping it would," you mumble loud enough for him to hear.
"If you want I can make that tea I told you about," he offers and your heart flutters at how gentlemanly he is.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Jonathan?" You suddenly ask and his eyes widen a bit before shaking his head. You tsk in response and look into his ocean blue eyes. "It's a shame because anyone would be so lucky to have you."
Jonathan's heart pounds against his chest at your compliment, having not heard it before from a guest… a stranger. A smile comes to his lips before taking a glance down at his shiny shoes.
"Well, thank you, darling. That's quite sweet of you to say." You chuckle softly as Jonathan adjusts the tie he's wearing. "If you're comfortable with it… would you want to come to my room? I can make you some tea and we can just hang out, get to know each other."
You bite your bottom lip softly as you think about it before nodding your head in reply. "As long as you don't murder me, sure," you joke with him and the blue-eyed man lets out a laugh while shaking his head.
"I promise, darling," he grins with a chuckle and logs out of the computer before walking around the desk. "This way."
You fiddle with your fingers as you follow Jonathan down the hall. He glances over his shoulder at you a few times and you give him a reassuring smile when his eyes meet yours.
"What did you guys do today?" Jonathan asks while inviting you into the spacious room.
"Oh, we did so much," you laugh while sitting down in the computer chair, hooking one of your legs beneath you. "We went for breakfast at this cute little Cafe near the hotel and then we went to all the famous tourist attractions. I swear my eyes have never been so wide before. This place is beautiful."
Jonathan grins widely as he listens to you rant while making your tea. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, darling," he mentions and pours the boiling water into the teacup.
"I'm really glad I was able to afford this trip," you chuckle as Jonathan walks towards you with your tea. You swoon a bit as you hear him call you darling once more, taking the cup from his slender fingers. "Thank you for this."
He sits down beside you on the bed and nods his head in response. "It's no problem. I'm hoping it can help you sleep. If so, I'll send you one to your room each night before bed," he offers and your heart flutters in your chest.
"But then I won't be able to have these late-night conversations with you," you whisper while looking up at him through your lashes.
You drink a sip of your tea as it becomes quiet between the two of you. You hum in delight at the taste of the drink and set it down on the nightstand beside you.
"Is it weird that I feel so close to you when I barely know you?" You suddenly ask and Jonathan raises an eyebrow. A dry laugh leaves your lips as you fiddle with your fingers. "I must sound crazy. It's just-"
"I feel it too," he mumbles loud enough for you to hear and your breath hitches in your throat. "There was this customer yesterday… he said that the way you and I looked at each other was the way a couple who's been together for years looks at each other."
You swallow thickly as you can feel yourself growing tired. "Maybe this is God bringing us together or something…" You trail off as you lay back on the bed. "Damn that tea really helps. Are you sure you didn't spike it?"
Jonathan frowns at your joke and shakes his head in response. "Of course not, darling. I would never," he softly tells you and you smile up at him before your eyes flutter shut.
The blue-eyed man stands up from the bed and adjusts your body so you're lying completely on the bed. He covers you up with the duvet before grabbing your cup of tea and places it in the little kitchenette area.
"Sleep well," he whispers to your unconscious body before flicking off the light and returning to the lobby.
-
Kayla's eyes widen when she wakes up as you're not sleeping in the bed beside her. "Y/N," she calls out, and her heart pounds in her chest when you don't reply. The brunette flings herself out of her bed and rushes towards the bathroom to see it empty. "Oh, no."
She quickly throws some clothes on before running out of the room. Kayla makes her way towards the lobby as she spots Jonathan standing at the reception desk, talking to the man who'll take over for him.
"Jonathan, right?" She calls out to him and the dirty blonde picks his head up.
"Yes, Miss?" He asks politely and Kayla breathes heavily as she frantically looks around.
"I… have you seen Y/N? She's not in our room," Kayla mumbles and Jonathan gives her a small smile while placing a hand on her arm in reassurance.
"Do not fret. Y/N fell asleep in my room last night. That's where she is now if you want me to bring you to her," Jonathan offers and Kayla lets out a breath of relief.
Thank God. The brunette thinks while nodding her head in reply. Jonathan leads her to where you're currently finishing up breakfast while watching whatever the blue-eyed man put on the television.
You pick your head up when you hear the door opening, your eyes widening a bit as you see Kayla walk into the room before Jonathan. "You gave me a scare, Y/N!" She immediately says and you give her a small smile while mumbling an apology. "I'm just thankful you were in Jonathan's hands rather than a stranger."
"Jonathan is kind of a stranger, Kayla," you laugh while covering your mouth, finishing the food you're eating. "But, I get what you mean."
A sigh leaves your best friend's lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. "So, what happened?"
"We were sitting here talking and whatnot and the tea he made me that would help me sleep better worked quicker than I expected it to. I ended up falling asleep on the bed," you explain to her as your eyes move to Jonathan, seeing him standing in the corner of his room.
"You take good care of her or I swear to-"
"Kayla!" You scold her embarrassingly, feeling your cheeks heat up as Jonathan lets out a laugh.
"I promise to take good care of her. No matter what," he says in his beautiful English accented voice.
Your best friend lets out a sigh of relief before turning to leave the room. "I'll let Mrs. Smith know that you're feeling ill," she gives you a wink and walks out the door.
"God," you mumble to yourself and hide your face in your hands. You feel Jonathan sit down beside you, his hand resting on your blanket-covered thigh. "Sorry about her she can be-"
"It's quite alright, darling. I understand where she's coming from," he grins and you giggle softly. "But, now that you're ill… I can spend the day with you. If that's what you want anyway."
You grin widely and look up at the beautiful man. "That would be fun, Jonathan," you tell him and lean forward to kiss his cheek.
Jonathan's eyes stare into yours as he brings his hands to your cheeks before connecting his lips with yours. A small gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening before fluttering shut. You begin to kiss him back while bringing one of your hands to his shoulder, your fingers gripping the suit jacket he's wearing.
After about a minute Jonathan pulls away from you, a stupid grin on both of your lips as the two sit in silence. "Okay… that… felt really good," you whisper out causing the blue-eyed man to chuckle in response.
Drabble request for Pine “ i'm gonna kill you. “ “ for what, saving your ass? “
I love hard knocks and also I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers 💚
this. that's so them. i'm obsessed with the fact that people are requesting prompts that are so them like. it's wild. y'all perceive them like i do.
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"I'm gonna kill you," you heave as your arms wrap around yourself tightly, both you and Jonathan soaking wet, trudging down the shore of the beach as the sun starts to break over the horizon. "We're gonna find a place with clothes that aren't wet, and I'm killing you immediately.
"For what? Saving your ass?" Jonathan scoffs, shirt pulled off completely as he wrings out the water from it. "You're welcome, by the way."
"Shut up."
"I just saved you from drowning and getting shot at, I'm not shutting up," he replies, grunting as he twists the fabric in his hands to get the water out. "You owe me."
"Like hell I do. I could have handled it," you replied, running a hand through your hair to slick it all back and out of your face, already getting tired of walking in sand.
"That man almost pulled the trigger—"
"It was a blank!" You shouted finally, turning around to face him. "A blank. It was for show. The guy is my uncle."
Jonathan froze all together, squinting at you. "What?"
"Yeah. He was gonna help us with our mission."
"No, no, he's your uncle? Your family is involved in this?"
You sighed aggressively and tried to ignore how Jonathan Pine was half naked in the morning sunlight.
"Yes. I'm not explaining it right now, but...yeah. Yes. Now c'mon, I'm desperate for new everything."
"Y'know, we're in Spain, you could walk around naked—"
“He doesn’t belong with you!” “Than who do I belong with?” “…..with me.”
- the night manager anon ;)
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"He just left me there," you mumbled, wiping at your eyes with your hoodie sleeves as Jonathan clanked around in the kitchen. "Fucking asshole."
"I'm sorry I didn't beat him sooner," Jonathan replied gently once he handed over your hot chocolate and sitting next to you on the couch.
"'S not your fault," you said while nursing the warm mug. "I've probably should have broken up with him anyways. He's always doing this—"
"Pardon me?"
You didn't have the heart to look up at Jonathan. His tone could have made you flinch alone if you weren't used to it already.
"Look at me." You did as he asked. "He's always doing this?"
"Well, I try to give him the benefit of the doubt—"
"You don't deserve that. He doesn't deserve you." His hand moves to cup your jaw, not an uncommon thing Jonathan does. "You broke up with him then and there, right?"
You stayed silent, leaning into Jonathan's touch as your hands somehow traveled to place your hot chocolate mug down on a flat surface. He takes a deep breath in, the grip on your chin tightening slightly before he lets go of you.
"You and I both know he doesn't belong with you."
You withhold your scoff, sniffling as your eyes start to sting again. You hear what sounds like disappointment in his voice. He shifts in his seat, looking forwards and placing his tea on the table, hands clasped together in his lap.
You've done enough damage tonight. You just want to go to bed.
"Then who do I belong with, Jonathan? It's not like I have men lining up to my door—"
"With me."
You froze all together as you tried to process his words.
"What?"
"With....with me," he repeats. "Listen, I know this is the worst possible time to do this—"
"Unfortunately, yes, Jonathan, it is," you reply quietly. You're too full of emotions right now to handle what's happening. "Look, I understand what you mean, but I'm...I'm not in the right state to have this conversation."
"I know," he responds quietly.
You take it upon yourself to shift up closer to his side, one hand finding the side of his face so Jonathan can actually look at you. "Hey."
"Hi."
"Give me a weeks time, okay? By then, this will be blown over, and we can talk. Alright?"
Jonathan's eyes were glassy as his gaze bore into your own. You knew he could tell you were being genuine. Why wouldn't you be?
"Alright."
You force a small smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "Alright."
Happy Friday, happy peppy peeps! More stories to share. More fun! Spooky season is in full swing and I have reading a lot of fun stuff. Onto the fics!!
Hoodie Stealing by @mostly-marvel-musings Tom Hiddleston x Reader- So cute! So cute. The fluff is killing me. Adore!!
Overflow by callmehans on Ao3 Tom Hiddleston x Reader- Sometimes days just suck and you a person to hug and tell you everything will be okay. This fic is a warm hug on a shitty day. I loved it. LINKED TO AO3
Dirty Talk by @fadingfics Jonathan Pine x Reader- Okay Kinktober is slowly killing me this month. I love a story with a twist and this one has a big one! Enjoy and suffer!!
Just a Kiss by @theatrelove3000 Tom Hiddleston x Reader- Mutual Pining and sexual tension? Knock me over with the a feather. This was fabulous. I got all the swoony tingles. LOVE
