#mob tom hiddleston

[cynic-spirit]

Cold Heart Hot Coffee

Jonathan Pine x Reader

Genre : romance fluff

In the dim light of a deserted street, Jonathan Pine strides with a purposeful elegance that commands attention. His presence is magnetic, but there’s a coldness to it, a palpable distance that surrounds him like an impenetrable shield. His face is sharp, chiseled with high cheekbones and an angular jaw, reminiscent of a marble statue—handsome yet aloof. His piercing blue eyes, framed by dark lashes, hold a glacial intensity, reflecting a lifetime of calculated decisions and unspoken regrets. They scan the surroundings with a predatory awareness, missing nothing, but offering nothing in return.

Dressed in a tailored black suit that hugs his frame with an almost cruel precision, Jonathan Pine embodies the epitome of control. The suit is immaculate, devoid of any warmth or color, just like the man himself. A crisp white shirt peeks out from beneath the jacket, the only concession to a life that once knew simplicity. His tie, a deep shade of midnight, is knotted perfectly, as if any deviation would be a sign of weakness.

As he moves toward his sleek, black car parked under the dim glow of a streetlamp, his strides are long, confident, with an air of untouchable authority. Surrounding him are his bodyguards—hulking, silent figures who flank him like shadows. They defer to him in everything, their loyalty unquestioned, but there’s no camaraderie here, no brotherhood. They are tools, extensions of his will, nothing more.

Just before he reaches his car, one of his goons suddenly steps forward, blocking the path of a woman who approaches from the shadows. Jonathan’s sharp eyes narrow as he turns back, his expression hardening. But then, his gaze lands on the woman, and for a moment, something flickers in those cold blue eyes.

She is the most elegant woman he has ever seen. Her long black hair, braided neatly, cascades down to her hips, glistening in the low light. Her presence is striking, almost out of place in this world of shadows and danger. There’s a calm confidence about her, a quiet strength that draws him in.

"I just wanted to return this," she says softly, holding out a small, black wallet. Her voice is smooth, measured, with an undercurrent of sincerity. "You dropped it."

Jonathan Pine’s gaze flicks from her face to the wallet in her hand. For a moment, he hesitates—a rare occurrence for a man so accustomed to control. Slowly, he reaches out, his long fingers brushing against hers as he takes the wallet from her grasp.

"Thank you," he says, his voice low and controlled, yet there’s an edge to it, as if the words carry more weight than they should. He studies her for a second longer, noting the poise in her stance, the calmness in her eyes.

"You’re welcome," she replies, her gaze steady and unflinching. There’s no fear in her eyes, no hesitation, just a quiet understanding that lingers between them for a brief moment.

Jonathan nods curtly, slipping the wallet into his pocket. Without another word, he turns back towards his car, the encounter lingering in his mind longer than it should. The door is opened for him, and he slides into the leather interior, his expression once again a mask of indifference.

As the car pulls away, he glances back through the tinted windows, catching one last glimpse of the woman standing there. For the first time in a long while, something stirs within him—a feeling he quickly pushes aside as the world of shadows, deals, and the cold comfort of solitude pulls him back in.

As the car glides through the darkened streets, Jonathan Pine finds his thoughts drifting back to the woman. She was new—he was sure of it. In his world, everyone knew him, knew what he was capable of, and they acted accordingly. But she was different. The way she smiled at him, the kindness in her gesture when she returned his wallet—it didn’t scream fear, as it usually did with others. Instead, there was something else in her eyes. Concern.

Jonathan shifts in his seat, frowning slightly as he tries to recall the last time someone looked at him like that. Concern. It was an emotion foreign to him now, almost as distant as the idea of love. In his line of work, people feared him, respected him, envied him—but no one ever worried about him. No one ever cared.

He absently fingers the wallet in his pocket, the memory of her touch still lingering on his skin. Who was she? And why did she look at him like that? These thoughts, usually so easy to dismiss, cling to him, refusing to be ignored.

Jonathan Pine, the man who had closed his heart to the world, finds himself curious. For the first time in years, he wonders about someone outside his cold, calculated existence. And that, more than anything, unsettles him.

The following day, Jonathan Pine goes about his work with the same cold efficiency that has always defined him. Deals are made, orders are given, and threats are carried out without a second thought. But beneath the surface, his mind is elsewhere, haunted by the memory of the woman from the night before.

As the day draws to a close, he finds himself back on that same street, a decision made without conscious thought. It’s as if some invisible force has drawn him there, a curiosity he can’t quite shake. He walks with his usual confidence, but there’s a restlessness in his stride, a subtle unease that lingers just beneath the surface.

Eventually, he steps into a small barista tucked away on the corner, the kind of place he would never normally visit. The air inside is warm, filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Jonathan orders a cup, black and bitter, just the way he likes it, and takes a seat by the window.

As he sips the coffee, his eyes scan the street outside, but his mind is elsewhere. He can’t take her face off his mind—the way she looked at him, the concern in her eyes. It’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced in so long that it feels almost foreign, yet strangely comforting.

With each recollection of her face, a sense of peace washes over him, something he hasn’t felt in years. It’s unsettling, this calm, and yet he finds himself wanting more of it, needing it in a way he doesn’t fully understand. For a man who has spent his life shutting the world out, the realization that someone—a complete stranger—could have such an effect on him is both bewildering and undeniable.

As Jonathan Pine sips the last drop of his bitter coffee, the door to the barista swings open, and in walks the same woman from yesterday. His heart skips a beat, an unfamiliar reaction that he can’t quite explain. She doesn’t notice him, her attention fully on the barista behind the counter.

"Good morning!" she says warmly, her voice carrying a brightness that seems to fill the small space. Her smile is genuine, reaching her eyes as she greets the barista, who smiles back.

"Morning! What can I get for you today?" the barista asks, already preparing her usual order.

"Just a coffee to go, please," she replies with a friendly tone. "And one of those blueberry muffins. They smell amazing."

The barista chuckles, nodding as he grabs a muffin from the display. "Fresh out of the oven. You picked the right day."

She laughs softly, a sound that sends a strange, warm feeling through Jonathan’s chest. "Perfect timing, then."

The barista hands her the coffee and muffin, and she thanks him sweetly. "Thanks so much. Have a great day!"

"You too!" the barista responds with a nod as she turns to leave.

Jonathan watches her go, his eyes following her every movement until she’s out of sight. A rare, soft smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, something almost foreign to him. There’s something about her—something that pulls at him in a way he can’t ignore.

Once she’s gone, Jonathan rises from his seat and approaches the counter. The barista looks up, mildly surprised to see him lingering.

"Excuse me," Jonathan begins, his voice calm and composed, "the woman who just left—do you know anything about her?"

The barista nods, leaning slightly on the counter. "Yeah, she’s new around here. Started coming in every morning recently. She’s a professor at the college nearby, teaches linguistics. Real smart—already has a PhD at 24."

Jonathan raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "That young?"

"Yeah," the barista continues, clearly impressed. "Students love her, too. She’s got this way of connecting with people, you know? Kind of like how she is here—always polite, always kind. Seems like the type who has her life together."

Jonathan absorbs this information, his curiosity deepening. "She’s just recently joined the college?"

"That’s right," the barista confirms. "Only been here a few weeks, I think. But she’s already making a name for herself."

Jonathan nods, thanking the barista with a brief word before turning to leave. As he steps out into the cool air, his mind races. A professor, intelligent, respected, and young. And she has a kindness about her that’s rare in his world.

For the first time in years, Jonathan Pine feels a sense of curiosity and purpose beyond the cold, relentless world he’s known. He still doesn’t know who she is entirely, but now he knows where to find her. And that, more than anything, sparks something new within him—something he’s not sure how to handle but can’t seem to resist.

Jonathan doesn’t press for more information from the barista, deciding to keep his curiosity to himself. But something about the woman lingers in his mind, compelling him to return to the barista every day at the same time. It becomes a ritual, something that both surprises and unsettles him, yet he can’t bring himself to stop.

Each day, she appears with something different—a new book in hand, its cover often worn from use, hinting at her love for reading. Other days, she carries a large stack of papers, meticulously organized, as if she’s grading assignments or preparing lectures. Sometimes, her load is even heavier, with a big bag of books slung over her shoulder, bulging with the weight of knowledge.

Jonathan watches her from a distance, never approaching, always careful to stay unnoticed. She’s oblivious to his presence, her focus entirely on her routine. Occasionally, she makes small talk with the barista, her voice light and friendly, discussing the latest book she’s reading or sharing a brief thought on the weather. Her conversations are short, simple, yet they reveal a warmth and intelligence that only deepen Jonathan’s curiosity.

Despite the passing days, she never seems to notice him, never turns in his direction. Jonathan, for his part, is content to observe, finding an odd sense of peace in this daily routine. He watches her, studying the way she moves, the way she interacts with the world around her. Each day, she becomes a little more fascinating to him, a little more captivating, even as she remains completely unaware of his quiet presence.

It’s another day, and Jonathan Pine is seated at his usual spot in the barista, waiting. The familiarity of this routine has become strangely comforting, though he would never admit it to himself. He’s waiting for her—watching the door, anticipating her arrival.

When she finally enters, he feels a subtle rush of relief. As usual, she carries a book in hand, but today, he can clearly see the title: 1001 Arabian Nights. The sight of it brings a small smile to his lips. There’s something fitting about her reading that particular book—a collection of tales filled with mystery, intrigue, and hidden depths, much like her.

She steps up to the counter to place her order, her focus entirely on the barista. Jonathan watches her closely, every movement, every gesture, ingrained in his memory. He’s learned her habits, her rhythms, how she always tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she speaks, how she always waits patiently for her turn.

But today, something shifts. A man steps into line behind her—a man Jonathan immediately clocks as trouble. His instincts, honed from years of dealing with the worst of humanity, prick at the edges of his awareness. The man’s posture, his eyes, the way he leans in just a little too close—all signs that something is about to happen.

And then it does.

The man’s hand moves, quick and deliberate, touching her in a way that makes Jonathan’s blood boil. His hand grazes her ass in a lewd, possessive gesture, and Jonathan’s angel—because that’s how he’s come to think of her—spins around, her face a mixture of shock and anger.

"Hey!" she yells, her voice sharp, cutting through the air.

The sound of her distress snaps something inside Jonathan. Rage, hot and fierce, floods his veins, and without thinking, he’s on his feet. The world narrows to a single point of focus: the man who dared to touch her. Murderous intent pulses through him, his vision tunneling as he moves with a speed and purpose that leaves no room for hesitation.

This man—this intruder—has made the gravest of mistakes. And Jonathan Pine is about to make sure he never forgets it.

Jonathan gets up without a second thought, his movements swift and decisive. The coffee he’s been nursing is forgotten, left abandoned on the table as he closes the distance between himself and the man who dared to lay a hand on her. His hand shoots out, grabbing the man by the collar, yanking him back with a force that nearly lifts him off the ground.

The man stumbles, his eyes widening in fear as he finds himself face to face with Jonathan Pine. The recognition is instant. The color drains from his face, and any bravado he might have had evaporates in an instant.

"You know me, don’t you?" Jonathan’s voice is low and dangerous, a growl that sends a shiver down the man’s spine.

The man’s eyes dart around, desperate for an escape, but there’s none to be found. He nods frantically, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "Y-Yes, Mr. Pine… I-I didn’t know… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… Please, I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear!"

Jonathan’s grip tightens on the man’s collar, pulling him closer until their faces are mere inches apart. "You didn’t mean anything by it?" he echoes, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can just put your hands on anyone you like, without consequences?"

The man shakes his head vigorously, his terror palpable. "No, no, I swear, it won’t happen again! Please, forgive me… I didn’t know she was…"

Jonathan cuts him off with a sharp glare. "You didn’t know, and now you do. Pray that I never see your face again."

The man nods, trembling as Jonathan finally releases him, shoving him back with enough force to send him stumbling. He stammers out more apologies, practically tripping over himself as he scrambles to get away.

Jonathan watches him go, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. But as the man disappears from sight, he takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His gaze shifts to the woman, who’s watching the scene with wide eyes. For a moment, their eyes meet, and Jonathan finds himself wondering if she’ll finally notice him—not as a shadow, but as someone real.

She studies Jonathan for a moment, her brow furrowing as a hint of recognition flickers in her eyes. “You look familiar,” she says slowly, tilting her head slightly. “Do I know you?”

Before he can respond, the barista, who has been quietly observing the exchange, leans in, a nervous look crossing his face. “Uh, don’t you know who he is…?” he starts, glancing between them with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

But Jonathan shoots him a steely gaze that sends a clear message: Shut it. The barista falters, closing his mouth and taking a step back, sensing the tension in the air.

Jonathan’s attention shifts back to the woman standing before him. “You returned my wallet the other day,” he finally says, his voice low and smooth, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Her expression shifts, the recognition deepening. “Oh! That was you?” She seems surprised, her eyes widening. “I didn’t realize. I didnt remember your face clearly… I do now”

Jonathan nods, his gaze unwavering as he studies her reaction. “Most people wouldn’t bother. But you did.” There’s a sincerity in his tone that cuts through the usual bravado he wears like armor.

She blushes slightly, her cheeks tinged with pink as she processes his words. “I just believe in doing the right thing,” she replies, a hint of pride in her voice. “It was an easy decision.”

“Easy for you, maybe,” he counters, his smile fading slightly. “Most wouldn’t have cared.”

She meets his gaze, her expression earnest. “Maybe that’s why I didn’t recognize you,” she says softly. “I’m used to people being… different.”

Jonathan feels a flicker of something in that moment—an understanding that transcends their worlds. “You’re different too,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, the weight of her kindness hanging between them.

“Maybe that’s why we’re having this conversation,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “You’ve got my attention now, Mr. Pine.”

“Jonathan,” he corrects, a slight grin breaking through the intensity of the moment. “Just Jonathan.”

The barista stands awkwardly in the background, sensing that he’s witnessing something significant. Jonathan, for the first time in years, feels seen—not as the feared mobster, but as someone capable of connection, vulnerability, and perhaps, a chance at something more.

“Or how about just ‘John’ or ‘Nathan’?” she teases, a playful smile breaking across her face. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and for a moment, the weight of their surroundings fades away, leaving just the two of them in this shared moment.

Jonathan feels a rush of warmth flush through him—an unfamiliar feeling that he suddenly wonders if it could be love. It has always been MR. Pine or Sir or Boss for him. Rarely even Jonathan and here she was, nicknaming him five minutes into the conversation. He felt like a human again. It’s bewildering and thrilling all at once, an emotion he hasn’t dared to embrace in years.

“Whatever you want to call me, angel,” he replies, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement in his tone. The term slips out effortlessly, and he realizes how fitting it feels.

Her laughter dances in the air, light and genuine. “Angel? That’s quite a title you’re giving yourself, don’t you think?”

He smirks, leaning slightly closer, the space between them charged with an electric energy. “I only give titles to those who deserve them. You’ve definitely earned it.”

She blinks, caught off guard by his directness, her expression softening. “Well, thank you, Mr. Pine—or Jonathan—whatever you prefer,” she says, her voice teasing yet sincere.

“Jonathan,” he clarifies again, his heart racing at the way her words seem to wrap around him. “But you can call me John Nathan too if you like.”

“I'll save that for special occassions, for now , Jonathan it is.” She smiles, and in that moment, Jonathan feels a sense of connection that makes the chaotic world outside seem distant and irrelevant.

For a fleeting moment, he lets himself believe that perhaps he can be more than just the monster he’s been painted as. With her laughter ringing in his ears and her warmth igniting something deep within him, Jonathan Pine realizes he’s standing on the precipice of something new—and he’s willing to take the leap.

“I have to leave now; I have a class to teach,” she says, her tone shifting to one of reluctant farewell. There’s a hint of regret in her voice, as if she, too, wishes this moment could last just a little longer.

Jonathan nods, feeling a pang of disappointment. “Of course. Can’t keep your students waiting,” he replies, forcing a casual tone despite the desire to hold on to her presence.

She steps back, looking up at him with a smile that warms his chest. “But I’ll see you around, right?”

“Definitely,” he assures her, a sense of hope sparking within him. “I’ll be here.”

As she turns to leave, Jonathan watches her go, the sound of her footsteps fading into the background noise of the barista. For the first time in ages, he feels something stir inside him—a mix of excitement and anticipation. This chance encounter has shifted something within him, igniting a curiosity he never expected to feel.

“See you soon, angel,” he calls after her, a playful grin on his face, and for a moment, he’s left wondering how someone so ordinary could make him feel so alive.

Throughout the day, Jonathan Pine’s mood was surprisingly good—a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. He moved through the dimly lit offices of his operation with an air of calmness that puzzled his associates. They exchanged glances, unsure of how to interpret this change in him.

“Is he actually smiling?” one of them whispered, disbelief etched across his face.

“I don’t know, but it’s creeping me out,” another replied, glancing at Jonathan, who was poring over paperwork with a focused but relaxed expression.

Typically, Jonathan was a storm—intense, focused, and often simmering with tension. But today, there was a lightness about him, a subtle ease in his posture as he navigated through meetings and discussions, even offering a chuckle at a joke that would usually elicit only a stern glare.

“Hey, boss,” one of his closest associates ventured cautiously, stepping into Jonathan’s office. “Everything okay? You seem… different.”

Jonathan looked up, a genuine smile breaking through. “Everything’s fine. Just a good day,” he replied, surprising himself with the truth of his words.

“Good day? For you?” The associate raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “You must’ve hit your head.”

Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head. “No, really. I just had a good conversation with someone. That’s all.”

His associate blinked, trying to process this new side of Jonathan. “You’re not talking about…?”

“Yeah, I am,” Jonathan admitted, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. The thought of her made him feel almost buoyant, and he relished the warmth spreading through him.

As the day went on, his associates couldn’t shake their confusion. They watched as Jonathan handled business matters with a surprising lightness, even breaking into a few rare smiles. It was a welcome change, but one they couldn’t quite reconcile with the man they knew—the ruthless mobster who thrived on control and power.

“Something’s definitely off,” one of them muttered, eyeing Jonathan as he left the office, still wearing that enigmatic smile.

But Jonathan didn’t care about their confusion. He felt more at ease than he had in years, and as he went about his day, he realized that this newfound sense of calm was tied to the unexpected connection he had forged. It was a reminder that even in his dark world, a flicker of light could break through, and it made him feel more human than he had in a long time.

The following day, Jonathan finds himself at the barista, his usual spot, eagerly waiting for her. Despite the mountain of contracts piled up on his desk, he couldn’t bear the thought of missing her, even if it’s just for five minutes.

With a file in hand, he sits at a corner table, trying to focus on the documents in front of him. The file is filled with figures and names, transactions information that demand his attention, but his mind keeps drifting back to the door. He glances up, scanning the entrance every few moments, heart racing at the prospect of seeing her again.

As he flips through the pages of the file, he finds himself switching between the work that feels increasingly tedious and the anticipation building inside him. The aroma of coffee fills the air, but it’s her presence he craves more than anything else.

The minutes stretch on, and he can feel the tension in the air—his colleagues would laugh at how anxious he’s become, but he can’t help it. There’s something about her that has seeped into his consciousness, and he’s desperate to experience that connection again.

Just as he begins to lose himself in the paperwork, he’s startled by a cheerful voice breaking through his concentration. “Good morning!”

Jonathan looks up, surprised to find his angel standing near his table, a warm smile lighting up her face. In her hands, she holds a coffee and a muffin, and his heart skips a beat at the sight of her.

“Morning,” he replies, a smile breaking across his face as he sets the file aside. “You’re here!”

“Of course! I couldn’t resist stopping by,” she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I thought you might like some company. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” he says, feeling a rush of warmth at her thoughtfulness. In that moment, all the stress of his work fades away, replaced by the simple joy of being in her presence.

As she settles into the chair across from him, he realizes that no matter how busy he is, sharing these moments with her makes everything worthwhile.

“Don’t you have a class today?” Jonathan asks, raising an eyebrow as she takes a seat.

She shakes her head, a playful smile on her lips. “No, it’s a little later. I thought I’d talk to my savior for some time.”

“Savior?” he repeats, a chuckle escaping him. “I just stood up for you. I wouldn’t say I’m a savior.”

She leans in, her expression teasing. “Oh, come on! You saved me from that creep yesterday. I think that qualifies.”

Jonathan shrugs, trying to play it cool, but the compliment makes him feel something warm in his chest. “It was nothing, really.”

“Nothing? It was a big deal to me,” she insists, her tone earnest. “You were brave. Not many would have done that.”

“I guess I just couldn’t stand by and let it happen,” he replies, looking into her eyes. “But it’s nice to know it meant something to you.”

“It meant a lot,” she says softly, her smile widening. “So, thank you again, Jonathan. I really appreciate it.”

He nods, feeling a rush of happiness at her words. “Anytime, angel. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She takes a sip of her coffee, her gaze lingering on him. “So, what else have you been up to besides saving damsels in distress?”

“Just the usual—work, paperwork, trying to stay out of trouble,” he replies, leaning back in his chair. “You know how it is.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” she laughs lightly. “But I think you need more adventure in your life.”

“Adventure, huh?” he muses, a smirk playing at his lips. “What do you suggest?”

“Maybe you could join me for a book club or something,” she suggests, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “You might learn a thing or two about storytelling.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Book club? I didn’t take you for a book club type.”

She feigns a look of offense. “Hey, I can be fun! Besides, it could be a good distraction from your serious life.”

He laughs, the sound genuine and light. “Alright, I’ll consider it. But only if you promise to tell me all about 1001 Arabian Nights afterward.”

“Deal!” she says, grinning at him. “But only if you promise to read it.”

“I’ll do my best,” he replies, feeling the weight of his work lift just a little in her presence. “Now, how about that muffin?”

“I am willing to share. Do you mind?” she asks, holding out her muffin with a bright smile.

Jonathan is momentarily taken aback, surprise flickering across his face. He hesitates for a moment, struck by the simplicity and sincerity of her offer. How long has it been since anyone ever shared something with him? Even with the most expensive foods and wines he’s indulged in, he never felt such warmth or connection. Here she is, offering her small muffin without a second thought, and it feels like a gesture that transcends the mundane.

The muffin looks soft and inviting, and the thought of her sharing it with him makes something shift within him. It’s not just about the food; it’s the idea that she wants to include him in her moment, to connect over something so simple yet meaningful.

Jonathan swallows hard, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through him, a feeling he can’t quite place. “I’ll get another spoon,” he finally says, a grin breaking through as he rises from his chair. It’s a small concession, but it feels significant—a step towards something more than just casual conversation.

As he walks to the counter, he can’t help but glance back at her, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. Sharing this muffin feels like sharing a piece of their lives, and he finds himself eager to indulge in both the food and the connection that comes with it.

As they dig into the muffin, the atmosphere around them feels relaxed and easy.

“So, how often do you come here?” she asks, taking a bite and savoring the flavor.

“Not too often,” he replies, glancing at her. “Just whenever I need a break from… well, everything.”

She nods, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Do you work around here?”

“Yeah, a little ways down the road,” he says casually.

“What do you do?” she inquires, tilting her head slightly. “You seem like a corporate person.”

Jonathan chuckles softly, enjoying the way she’s trying to piece him together. “I’m in business,” he replies, keeping it vague.

“Just ‘in business’?” she teases, raising an eyebrow. “That sounds a bit mysterious.”

He smirks, leaning back in his chair. “I like to keep things interesting.”

“Interesting, huh?” she says, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, do you enjoy it? Your work?”

“Sometimes,” he admits, looking down at the muffin crumbs on the table. “But I guess everyone has their days.”

“Fair enough,” she replies, her voice warm and understanding. “It’s nice to have a change of pace now and then, right?”

“Definitely,” Jonathan agrees, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He likes being treated as normal for a change, free from the weight of his usual life. “And talking to you makes it even better.”

She smiles at that, her expression brightening. “I’m glad to hear it. I enjoy our little chats.”

“Me too,” he says, the truth of his words lingering in the air between them.

“Are you new here?” Jonathan asks, curious.

“Yes, I moved in a few weeks ago,” she replies, her tone light. “I’ve made two friends so far.”

“Just two?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and one of them is you,” she says, pointing her spoon at him with a playful grin.

Jonathan is surprised. How could an angel like her be lonely? “Why just two? What happened?”

She chuckles softly, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “I get nervous easily,” she admits, looking down at her coffee. “Meeting new people can be intimidating for me.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed that,” he replies, genuinely intrigued. “You seem so confident.”

She shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips. “It’s all a front, I guess. I try to put myself out there, but it doesn’t always work out.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jonathan says, leaning forward slightly. “Everyone has their moments. I can relate more than you might think.”

“Really?” she asks, looking up at him with curiosity.

“Yeah,” he nods, a faint smile on his face. “Even people who seem put together have their struggles. It’s not always easy to be social, especially in a new place.”

“I appreciate that,” she replies, her voice warm. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one feeling this way.”

“Definitely not,” Jonathan assures her, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between them. “You’re not alone in this.”

“Thanks, Jonathan,” she says, her smile genuine. “It really means a lot.”

“Why? How many people do you know, Jonathan?” she asks, her curiosity piqued.

Jonathan pauses for a moment, the question weighing on him. “I know more people than I desire to,” he replies, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice.

She frowns slightly, sensing the shift in his mood. “What do you mean?”

He leans back in his chair, contemplating how to express what’s been buried inside him for so long. “In my line of work, you meet a lot of people. Some are good, some not so much. But honestly, most of them are just… acquaintances.”

“Acquaintances?” she echoes, tilting her head. “That sounds lonely.”

“It can be,” he admits, looking down at the remnants of the muffin on the table. “It’s like having a lot of connections but not really knowing anyone. It’s all surface-level stuff, you know? Sometimes I wish I had fewer people around but deeper connections.”

She nods, her expression softening. “I get that. It’s hard to find real friendships amidst all the noise.”

“Exactly,” he replies, looking up to meet her gaze. “And that’s why our conversations mean so much to me. It feels… different.”

“Different how?” she asks, her interest genuinely piqued.

“More genuine,” he explains, his voice steady. “I feel like I can actually talk to you without all the pretense. You’re easy to talk to.”

Her smile returns, and it brings a warmth to the air around them. “I feel the same way, Jonathan. It’s refreshing.”

“Good,” he says, a small smile creeping back onto his face. “I was worried I’d scared you off with all the business talk.”

“Not at all! I actually enjoy hearing about it. It gives me a glimpse into your world,” she replies. “And I’m glad you’re opening up to me.”

Jonathan’s heart swells at her words, feeling a connection growing between them that he hadn’t expected. “Thanks for listening. It’s nice to share a bit of what’s on my mind.”

“Anytime,” she says softly, her eyes reflecting a genuine understanding that reassures him in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

“Oh no, it’s time! I have to go to my class,” she says, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Already?” Jonathan replies, trying to hide his disappointment. “I was just starting to enjoy our conversation.”

She laughs lightly, gathering her things. “Me too! But wait, I forgot to pay for this muffin.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jonathan says, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll get it.”

“You’re spoiling me, Mr. Pine,” she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I might just take advantage of you.”

“Believe me, angel,” he replies, a smirk tugging at his lips, “I wouldn’t mind that even a bit—as long as it’s you.”

A warmth spreads through him as he speaks, and he realizes just how genuine his feelings are. It’s a simple exchange, yet it feels charged with a connection that transcends the ordinary.

She meets his gaze, her smile softening as if she senses the shift in the air. “You really mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he says, his voice sincere. “You’ve brought something into my life that I didn’t know I was missing.”

Her cheeks flush slightly, and Jonathan feels a rush of affection for her, the warmth blooming inside him like a gentle fire. It’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced in a long time, and it fills him with hope.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she says, her tone playful yet sincere. “And I’ll see you soon?”

“Count on it,” he replies, feeling a mixture of excitement and longing as she stands to leave.

As she walks away, Jonathan can’t help but smile, the warmth of their interaction lingering in his chest. It’s a feeling he never expected to find, and he finds himself looking forward to their next meeting, eager to see where this connection might lead.

The barista watches the interaction between Jonathan and the woman with a mix of awe and curiosity. He can hardly believe his eyes as he observes the warmth and chemistry that crackles between them. It’s an unusual sight to see the usually stoic mobster display such genuine emotion, and he can’t help but wonder what has changed.

As she leaves, Jonathan’s expression shifts, a hint of apprehension clouding his features. The barista notices the way Jonathan’s gaze flickers toward him, almost as if he’s worried the barista might reveal his true identity to the woman. The tension hangs in the air, and the barista swallows thickly, sensing the weight of unspoken secrets lingering between them.

Jonathan gets up, his demeanor shifting from relaxed to alert as he approaches the counter. The barista straightens, feeling a mix of intimidation and curiosity. He can sense that something significant has happened, and he’s unsure of how to navigate the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The barista knows that he’s in the presence of someone powerful, and as Jonathan draws closer, he feels the gravity of the moment pressing down on him.

“You know me, don’t you… Jamie?” Jonathan asks, glancing at the barista's name tag.

Jamie looks up, surprise evident in his eyes. “Uh, yes, Mr. Pine,” he replies, his voice a bit shaky.

Jonathan steps closer, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. “I hope you’re not thinking about sharing anything from today with anyone,” he warns, his tone low but firm.

“No, no, of course not!” Jamie quickly assures him, raising his hands defensively. “I wouldn’t say anything. I promise.”

Jonathan studies him for a moment, assessing the sincerity in Jamie’s eyes. “Good. It’s important to me that my life stays out of the spotlight, especially with… certain people.”

Jamie nods, a nervous tremor in his voice. “I get it Mr Pine Sir, I wont say anything.”

Jonathan's gaze sharpens, his expression unwavering. “I don’t like people meddling and poking their noses where they shouldn’t,” he warns, his voice low and laced with threat.

“Absolutely,” Jamie replies, swallowing hard, fear flickering in his eyes. He can feel the weight of Jonathan’s presence pressing down on him. This was Jonathan Pine—the man behind the myth—and Jamie understands all too well the importance of keeping his mouth shut.

“Good,” Jonathan says, his tone settling slightly but still carrying an edge. “And henceforth, you aren’t charging her for the coffee and muffin—or anything, got it?”

Jamie’s eyes widen, fear mixing with confusion. “Um, yes, of course, Mr. Pine. I won’t charge her for anything. You have my word.”

Jonathan nods, satisfied, but the intensity in his gaze remains. “Make sure it stays that way. I’ll be watching.”

“Absolutely,” Jamie replies quickly, feeling a chill run down his spine as Jonathan turns and strides away, the weight of the encounter lingering in the air.

As the sun begins to set, she walks down the street, her mind drifting back to her earlier conversation with Jonathan. Just then, she spots her sister Maya approaching, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“Maya!” she calls out, waving enthusiastically.

“Hey there!” Maya replies, pulling her sister into a quick hug. “How was your day?”

“Busy, but good! I had a really interesting class,” she says, her eyes lighting up. “And I met someone… well, let’s just say he’s not your typical guy.”

“Oh? Do tell!” Maya nudges her playfully. “What’s he like?”

“Umm, he’s a bit mysterious,” she admits, biting her lip as she considers how to describe Jonathan. “But there’s something about him. He’s really different from anyone I’ve met.”

Maya raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Different how? Is he charming? Handsome?”

“Definitely both,” she replies, blushing slightly. “But there’s a depth to him, like he’s got a lot going on beneath the surface.”

Maya nods knowingly. “I get that. You know, it’s hard to find someone who isn’t just about surface-level stuff. But you have to be careful with mysterious types. They can have secrets.”

“I know,” she says, glancing away for a moment. “But I feel like I can trust him. It’s weird.”

“Trust your instincts, sis,” Maya advises, her tone serious. “But I’m really curious to meet this guy. Maybe we can all hang out together sometime?”

“Yeah, that would be fun! I’d like you to meet him,” she replies, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

“So, what are we doing tonight?” Maya asks, steering the conversation. “I thought we could grab dinner and catch up. I’ve missed our sister time!”

“Sounds perfect!” she exclaims, her heart warming at the idea. “I can’t wait to hear all about your work and your little one.”

“Oh, he’s growing so fast!” Maya says, her eyes sparkling. “I’ll show you some new pictures. But first, let’s find a cozy spot for dinner. I’m starving!”

“Me too! Let’s go,” she replies, linking her arm with Maya’s as they head off, the sisters laughing and chatting as they walk together into the evening.

The two sisters sit outside an ice cream shop, enjoying their treats as the evening sun casts a warm glow around them. “This is the best mint chocolate chip I’ve ever had!” she exclaims, savoring another bite.

“I knew you’d love it!” Maya replies, grinning as she licks her cone. “So, are you going to tell me more about this mysterious guy? Is he really as charming as you say?”

Meanwhile, inside a nearby building, Jonathan sits at a long conference table, surrounded by his associates. His irritation is palpable as he listens to their discussions, his mind wandering far from the meeting. He can’t shake the feeling of missing his angel—the easy laughter, the warmth in her gaze.

As the meeting finally wraps up, Jonathan exhales sharply, relief washing over him. He stands, ready to escape the suffocating atmosphere, and strides to the window. His eyes scan the street below, and suddenly, he spots her.

There she is, sharing a laugh with another woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to her—probably her sister. A smile breaks across Jonathan’s lips, the sight bringing a rush of warmth to his chest. He watches them, the way her face lights up with joy, and he can’t help but feel a sense of peace knowing she’s enjoying herself.

For a moment, the irritation of the meeting fades away, replaced by the simple pleasure of watching his angel revel in the moment, blissfully unaware of the effect she has on him.

As he watches them laugh and enjoy their ice cream, a mix of longing and dread fills him.

part 2

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mob!boss loki who smiles sweetly when he sees you at the entrance of his lair fidgeting with the paper bag of lunch you cooked for him, thinking of kissing everywhere on your face as a thank you and he makes his way to you while thinking of getting you a nice necklace

that smile fades away when one of his men "accidentally" bumps into you, the paper bag bursting and spilling all your hard work on your shirt. before the tears in your eyes can even begin to fall down your pretty face, mob!loki has the bastard on the floor, and "accidentally" stabs him in the stomach seventeen times until what was once this man's stomach is a disgusting mess of red guts on the expensive floors.

he turns to you, a little worried that you're terrified now that you've seen what a violent monster he is, but you're kneeling on the floor still picking up the remnants of your ruined food, a gloomy look on your face as you look to loki sadly. he sighs fondly, and pulls you into his arms, petting your hair while his guards clean up both messes in the hall. he whispers a promise that he isn't mad at you, and he loves you very much and is very thankful you went through all that to make him a nice meal, even if he didn't get to taste it :(( he stands up, holding you in a princess carry, asking you if you want to eat somewhere fancy or have a picnic, but you're distracted by the specks of blood on his perfect face. he did that... for you?

it kind of sparked a weird but good feeling inside you, the thought that he had murdered someone without a moment's hesitation but treated you as if you were made of glass. you've never felt this cherished and you swear you're a good girl (and loki tells you that you are) but you can't help but be a little aroused by his obsession. what if someone flirted with you in front of loki? would he tie the bastard up and force him to watch your pretty cunt get ruined by your husband? would that be the last thing this unfortunate soul sees before loki slits his throat? and would he come back to you and kiss you sweetly, initiating another round of passion with you with another man's blood on his hands?

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Tangles Lies | Chapter #1 - Partners in Crime

Series Summary: Loki and Y/n were some of the most formidable criminals of the gang The Avengers. On a heist, the one thing they didn't plan for happened: they got caught. And what's the best way to ensure they can't testify against each other? They pretend to be married. Only one problem...they pretty much hate each other.

Based on @deity-prompts' fabulous prompt: A and B are part of a criminal group. When they’re caught, they pretend to be married so that they can’t testify against each other in court.

Pairing: Criminal!Loki Laufeyson x Criminal!Fem!Reader

Warning(s): mob!au themes, mentions of thievery, general stupidity, my bad humour, mob violence, possible gore, mild angst, possible references to death, lemme know if I forgot anything

In the sprawling city of New York, a clandestine world thrived beneath the surface of law and order. Loki, a cunning an enigmatic figure, helped rule the shadows with his silver tongue and a hint of mischief in his piercing green eyes. He was a true mastermind in the art of deception.

And then there was you--a woman of unparalleled intellect and allure, with a reputation that matched Loki's in every single way. But you were no ally; you were a rival, each of you vying for dominance in the criminal underworld.

Despite your mutual animosity, you were both members of the infamous gang The Avengers--a tight-knit group that thrived on pulling off audacious heists; heists that others could only dream of. And tonight, fate had conspired to throw you and Loki together for a mission that could solidify your status within the gang.

The target was a priceless artefact; one hidden deep within the heavily guarded confines of the city's most secure museum. The heist required extreme precision, timing, and a well-coordinated plan. You knew you couldn't do it alone, and Loki, much to your chagrin, was assigned as your mission partner.

As you stood together outside the museum, the tension between you was palpable. "This should be fun," Loki quipped, a smug smile on his face. "Working with my favourite rival, that is."

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed by his attempt at charm. "Oh, please, spare me the pleasantries," you retorted. "Let's just get this over with so I can go back to stealing things in peace!"

Loki chuckled, clearly basking in your annoyance. "As you wish, my dear adversary. Shall we proceed with our extremely cunning plan?"

With a nod, you began to outline the intricacies of the heist, exploiting each other's strengths while ensuring the keep a watchful eye on any opportunity to outdo the other. The museum's layout, security systems, and patrol schedules were meticulously discussed as you both crafted a plan that was sure to confound anyone who dared to stand in your way.

As you entered the museum, disguised in sleek black attire, the adrenaline began to surge through your veins. You exchanged a knowing glance, acknowledging the thrill of the challenge ahead.

The heist progressed flawlessly, a symphony of coordinated movements and unspoken communication. Your rivalry had turned into a delicate dance of skill and cunning, each of you anticipating the other's moves with a begrudging respect.

At one point, as you expertly bypassed a laser grid, Loki's voice danced with amusement. "Not bad, Y/n. Not bad at all. But you're still a few steps behind me!"

You shot him a glare, "We'll see about that, Laufeyson. I'm just warming up."

With a theatrical flourish, Loki retrieved a small, gleaming device from his pocket. "Let's see if you can keep up with this," he taunted, activating the device with a triumphant smirk.

To your surprise, a hidden vent opened in the ceiling above you, allowing Loki to gracefully ascend and evade the laser grid. He looked down at you, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Show off," you muttered, but the corners of your lips betrayed a hint of amusement.

Loki laughed, basking in your acknowledgement of his clever move. "Oh, come now, Y/n. Where's your sense of adventure?"

With renewed determination, you followed Loki's lead, leaping and dodging through the maze of security measures.

As you reached the heart of the museum, where the priceless artefact was displayed under bulletproof glass, you exchanged a knowing glance with Loki. This was the moment that would determine your success or failure, and you both knew it.

With a nod, Loki initiated the final phase of the plan. As the distraction unfolded on the museum's opposite side, you moved with calculated precision, slipping through the shadows and disabling the electronic barriers with ease.

The moment your fingers made contact with the glass casing, a tingling sensation coursed through you. It was as if the artefact recognised its impending liberation, and the connection sent a thrill down your spine.

But just as you were about to secure the artefact, a gut-wrenching sound echoed through the halls--an alarm had been triggered.

Your eyes widened, "Shit! We've got to go!"

Loki rolled his eyes, "You don't say? Why don't we just wait and have some tea with the police?"

"Now is not the time for your quips, you asshole," you spat.

Just as Loki was about to spit something back, you both heard the sound of footsteps. "Museum Security! Come out with your hands up!"

"Do they really think that we'd be scared of them?" Loki whispered.

"Not now, Laufeyson!"

Together, you and Loki navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, staying one step ahead of the security team that was now in hot pursuit of you both. The museum was now a maze of danger, but you both managed to move in harmony, being driven by a shared goal and an unspoken understanding.

As you burst through the museum's doors and into the night, the artefact safely concealed under Loki's coat, you exchanged a knowing glance. Despite the obstacles, you had done it--together.

Just as you thought you were in the clear, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. You and Loki exchanged a glance of realisation--you both had been caught.

As the handcuffs came out, you couldn't help but glare at Loki; anger and adrenaline coursing through your veins. "This is all your fault," you hissed.

Loki scoffed, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "Oh, please. You're the one who tripped the alarm, Y/n. I was simply trying to clean up after your mess."

"This all would've gone smoothly if I wasn't partnered with you!" You shot back, glaring at him with a mix of frustration and grudging admiration.

"We can argue about your faults later," Loki said, his voice low and urgent. "Right now, we need to find a way out of here."

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Forbidden romance with Mob!Loki

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Brut Gold - Chapter 1 Loki & Lia

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Summary: Loki sees you dancing in his club and is immediately infatuated with you. Pairing: Mob!Loki x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3K Warnings: No Smut, angst, killing, language A/N: Part of my 1K follower celebration. I want to thank @coldnique for this request and for introducing me to this song. I love this song! It is now on heavy rotation in my playlist. And the following scenario is what I pictured when I first heard it. So I hope you like it.

The haze of the club seeped through the walls and into the lungs of every guest attending that night. The air was heavy with deep breaths and sighs. The music was so loud and deep you only had yourself for company; because no one else could hear anything you could or would be saying.

The large hall was dark, with vintage speakeasy furnishings and two bars that boasted to have every drink imaginable. There were private booths in the back that were separated by curtains of red and chrome. Curls of smoke could be seen wafting out when the curtains were pushed back to reveal secrets and obscurities.

Beyond that were the private rooms of the owners where they conducted their daily business.

The Odinsons. They were brothers from an old family, with ties to the royal households of Norway dating back a long time. With money stretching even further back.

Back here, the curls of smoke were thicker with lace and the music was replaced by the screams of people whom the brothers had deemed worthy of their attention. Good…and bad.

Loki had just collected his dagger from the body slumped on the floor. His second-in-command, Fandral, quickly approached him and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his blade. “Thank you, kommandør. Be a dear and dispose of the trash, will you?” Fandral nodded silently to Loki as Hogun leaped up to help him.

“Brother, if you keep killing them, we’ll never find anyone to distribute our product,” Thor said, with an amused grin. He sat with his legs crossed on the back couch, looking like a Pharoah presiding over his kingdom. His crisp white suit hung delicately along his muscular frame. Quite the opposite of Loki’s leaner figure clad in an all-black ensemble.

“Well, if we started recruiting more loyal soldater, I wouldn’t feel the need to kill them.” Loki retorted.

Just then, Lady Sif walks through the door with a tiresome expression on her face. “Another one, Loki? I just saw Fandral and Hogun carrying a black duffel bag to the back.” Loki could only shrug as he wiped his blade clean.

“There she is!” Thor yelled. “My wife. My heart.” He held out his arms for her to join him. Sif pulls out her dagger and places it against Thor’s throat.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ooh. I love it when you’re feisty.” He says pushing the blade away from himself slowly. She swings it back his way, expecting an answer. “No, I did not.” He sighs.

Satisfied by his response, she stows her blade and sits on his lap. Loki watches as Thor nuzzles up to his advisor-turned-wife, rolling his eyes at the blatant expression of love between them.

Deep down he knew he was jealous. Not of Thor, but of the connection he has with the person he found to love. But Lady Sif had always been by their side. She grew up in this life. She knows the harsh truths about sacrifice and gains. She was their rådgiver, their adviser.

Loki wanted someone outside of the chaos. Someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t expect anything out of him but love and affection. That was hard to find in the line of work he was in.

He finished cleaning his daggers when Fandral opens the door and whispers to Loki, “It’s done. Volstagg is driving it to the junkyard as we speak. The front of the house needs your presence though.”

“Thank the gods. If I must stand here another minute, I might witness the creation of my future niece or nephew.” Loki whispered back, making Fandral look at what was happening on the couch. He just rolled his eyes and followed Loki out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

Closer and closer, Loki struts to the front of the house. The music got louder. The air got thinner. And his heart raced faster in time with the beat of the music.

Loki stopped at the threshold of the large hallway, flanked by Fandral and Hogun on either side. Those closest to them stopped and stared. The three were a sight for sure. All three were dressed impeccably in black slacks and dark shirts. Loki looked the most devastating of all with his shirt sleeves still rolled up and his top buttons still loose from the ‘sentencing’ he carried out moments before.

He looked around the club and saw a large sea of people swaying and gyrating to the music. It was busier tonight than usual. The locals mixed in with the tourist crowd for the summer.

A twinkling flash of gold caught his attention in the middle of the room, and he spotted you dancing on the floor.

Everyone else stared at them. Knew of them. But you- you remained unaffected and joyous as you continued swaying your body to the deep bass of the music. Loki was mesmerized. He’d never seen you in his club before. The sway of your hips made the gold sequence of your skirt catch his eye and he couldn’t look away.

As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with attention. Some were from lower soldaters, soldiers who wanted to be in the inner circle and paid their respects. While others were of a more sexual nature. Loki ignored them all and just watched you.

He watched as your hands ran through your hair, your body moving to the beat. Your head thrown back lost in the music. He wondered if that’s how you would look, lost in passion, in between him and his bed.

You came in with a bachelorette party. The women you were with all clamoring for attention from the other clubgoers, getting drinks and compliments. You shone brightly behind them, keeping a low profile, just dancing and being protective of your friends who would otherwise end the night with some predator. Loki saw that as a positive quality of yours. Protective, loyal, caring, and gorgeous. He could see all the stares of appreciation you got every time you passed by someone.

He scoffed at the laughable attempts that were directed your way. All of which you turned down. He continued to watch you dance with your friends from one of the private booths in the back. He instructed his bartender to give you and your friends top-shelf drinks and made sure that no one else bothered you for the rest of the night.

Never, had anyone affected him this way before. Just one look at you and he was stunned. He never put much stock in fate or destiny. He always relied on his judgment and instincts. So, this fleeting moment of obsession alarmed him. “Find out all you can about her, Fandral. And don’t alert my brother of your research.” Loki asked his kommandør. Fandral and Hogun looked at each other quickly and let a sly smile pass between them.

Loki would’ve caught their little interaction, had it not been for some ingrate that tried to get handsy with you. Loki growled his displeasure from his seat.  But you quickly slapped the cretin’s hands away and pushed him off. When the lowlife tried a second time, Hogun got up to take care of the situation. He’d seen the way Loki was all night. Loki hadn’t paid a single attention to what was happening in front of him. He was too preoccupied with you. Hogun knew that if things didn’t deescalate quickly, he’d have a whole other mess to clean up.

Loki placed his hand on Hogun’s shoulder, stopping the deadly assassin from continuing. Instead, Loki made his way to you as Hogun followed behind closely. “Thor won’t like this if you make a scene, Loki,” he whispered in his ear.

“Who said I was gonna make a scene?” Loki paused with a solemn face. Hogun huffed in response. “Take that scum to the back. Make sure he doesn’t have use of those hands for the foreseeable future.” Hogun knew better than to roll his eyes at him. He simply nodded and grabbed the offending fool off by his collar.

Everyone gave Loki a wide berth as he walked right up behind you. Up till now, he’d only been watching you. But there was something about that handsy boor that stroked his possessiveness towards you.

He started to sway in time with your body. His arms snaked around your hips, as his lips came dangerously close to your ear. You were about to turn and slap whoever decided to get frisky with you until you heard Loki’s velvet voice caressing your ear, “Dance with me.”

There was a deep command laced in his tone. You had never heard a voice sound so sensual. So confident. His touch was firm but reverent. As if he were the lead dancer instructing your body on how to move. Your body relaxed into his. A sly smile formed on your face as you felt his hands trace your curves.

Loki twirled you to face him. You first noticed his eyes. They were cunning and sharp. They were also the brightest green you had ever seen. His smile was what you liked the most. His thin lips gave way to a wide smirk that promised fun and excitement. You could feel his strong arms holding you close to his body as you both swayed slowly to the fast-paced music.

“I’ve been wondering when you would make your move,” you said to him.

“So, you’ve been watching me, have you? I’m flattered.” Loki purred with a guarded smile.

“It’s hard to miss someone whose got the attention of everyone in the room.” You continued as you swayed your hips.

“Likewise, my dear. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” He whispered in your ear. A blush formed on your cheek from his charm. “Have a drink with me.” His tone left no room for refusal. Loki kissed your hand as he leads you back to his private booth. Everyone you passed just stared at you with judgment or awe.

He signaled to his barkeep for a drink while he held the curtains open for you to slide in. Soon after, a scantily clad woman, wearing the tightest mini skirt you had ever seen, walks up with a tray. She holds out the bottle for Loki to approve and he nods his head without taking his eyes off you. The pop of the bottle startled you and made you jump closer to his embrace. She eyed you suspiciously as she poured a gold bottle of brut with a spade on the front label. His eyes viciously glinted as he felt your body press up against his.

He snaked his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Have you ever had Armand de Brignac before?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. I can’t say I have,” you smiled as he reached for his glass, dismissing the bottle girl. Loki held it up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes noted how you looked down at his throat, watching him swallow the expensive champagne.

With closed lips, he leaned in close to you. He pressed his mouth to yours and puckered slightly opening your lips to the cool champagne in his mouth. You sucked on his kiss as the taste of the champagne coated it. It was tart with hints of fruits. The bubbles were still evident as they tickled in between your joined lips. You drank the rest of the champagne from his mouth. His hands held the back of your head steady, helping you drink from him. When you had finished, a trickle fell down your chin to your throat. He was quick to wipe it away with a hooked finger and brought it over to your mouth to lick off.

You played along with his game and wrapped your lips along the length of his finger, licking the drop of bubbly from the bend.

“Delicious, is it not?” his voice hitched.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Very much so.” Your mind tried to catch up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline and hot need. Your bodies were turned towards each other in the private booth as his hand continues to caress the hairs on the back of your head.

“Would you like another taste?” he offered, looking down at your lips. He grabbed the flute without waiting for your answer. As if he knew you would say yes. Hoped that you would say yes.

“Yes, please.” You whispered, making him smile. He brought his lips towards yours again and you happily drank his sweet champagne kisses. Your hands roamed his shirt, pulling on his shirt collar to move closer to you. When you had drank every last drop, you snaked your tongue in between his lips and tickled the roof of his mouth.

When you finished, you looked down at his throat again and your fingers traced the outlines of a snake tattoo on his neck. Loki rumbled at the feel of your fingers on him. “You dangerous creature. I don’t even know your name.” His breath smelled like the champagne, crisp apples, and fruit.

“My closest friends call me Lia,” you whispered as your fingers followed the tattoo down to his collarbone.

“My friends, if I had any, call me…” Loki started but he was soon interrupted by someone calling out your name.

“Lia!” Your cousin slid the curtains open, much to the protest of Hogun standing guard. She had on a tiara with a veil and a sash that said wifey around her shoulder. “Lia! There you are!” Rosaline glared at Loki and grabbed your hand. “We have to go. Other clubs to visit.” Rosaline gave Loki a tight smile as she pulled you out of the booth. She looks vaguely familiar, Loki thought, but couldn’t put his mind as to where he’s seen her before. The bachelorette get-up surely didn’t help his memory either.

“Ok. Ok. Hold on a second.” You told her as you scooted out of the booth. Loki held on to your other hand, not wanting to let go.

“Lia.” He called out. “Will I ever see you again?” he smiled as you got up from the booth.

“I…”

“My cousins just visiting for the wedding,” Roseline answered. You gave her an angry look for talking on your behalf. “Come on. Let’s go.” Rosaline dragged you quickly away from the private booths and back to the safety of the group of girls you came with.

“What’s the deal, Rose? I thought you wanted me to find someone tonight?”

“Yes! Someone. Just not that one.” She said as she grabbed her purse and coat. Everyone in your group was doing the same, getting ready to go to the next club.

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, do you know who that is? No, of course you don’t. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate daddy for sending you away. All these years without my bestie…”

“Rose! Who is he?” you interrupted her, as she wrapped you in your coat.

“That is none other than Loki Odinson. Part owner of this club. Along with his brother, Thor Odinson.”

“Odinson?”

“Yes! That Odinson! The same Odinson that’s rivals with the Barnes family. You know…my fiancé!” The realization made you look back to the booth you had just shared. Except this time, Loki wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man. Striking blue eyes and an imposing figure, clad in all white. Thor Odinson.

“Brother, I leave you alone for a couple of minutes and you cause all kinds of mischief,” Thor laughed as he sat down in the booth. Thor watched you walk away, being towed by none other than Rosaline Strange. “If I ask you to stay away from her, would you listen?”

Loki ignored his question and watched as your cousin, undoubtedly, informed you of who he was. “I saw what Fandral was researching for you. Would you like to know who she is?” Thor dangled the information in front of Loki, baiting for any response.

“Her name is Juliette ‘Lia’ Banner. Daughter of Bruce and Donna Banner. Donna, her mother, is Strange’s younger sister. Her parents both died a long time ago in an accident. They weren’t ‘in the life’ and wanted to keep their daughter out of it as well. When they passed, Strange honored their wishes and sent Juliette away to boarding school and Uni abroad to keep her safe. Apparently, she just graduated and is in town for the nuptials of her cousin Rosaline and James Barnes.”

“Barnes?” Loki said alarmed.

“Of all the juicy details I said. That’s the one you pick up on?” Thor chuckled. “She’s got too many ties for us to unravel Loki. Leave her be.” Thor warned resolutely.

“I don’t know if I can, Thor.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You have to. Or else…”

“Or else, what? Thor? Cut me off like you did Hela?”

“DAMMIT LOKI! You knew that was her decision.” Thor slammed his fist on the table making everyone in the vicinity jump. “I can’t protect you if you go after this girl. It would be a war for sure with Barnes and we don’t need that right now.”

Loki sat there quietly; watching as your group prepares to leave. “I’ve never lied to you brother…” Loki started. Thor just raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “…Regarding matters of the business and family. I’m telling you right now, that I want her.”

“How do you even know she wants you back? You can have any goddam cunt in here tonight. Hel, this whole club wants to sleep with you. Take your pick. But not her Loki!”

“If she turns to look back…”

You walked towards the front entrance, the chill from the summer night was flowing through the doors making you hold on tighter to your coat. Your cousin and her friends all laugh and beckon you outside to join them. Each step you took forward felt heavy. You couldn’t help it. One last look.

Both men stared at you as you made your exit. Shivers ran down your spine as you replayed his last words to you, ‘Will I ever see you again?’

God, I sure hope so, you thought.

⬅️ Series Masterlist | Brut Gold: Chapter 2➡️

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[hotvintagepoll]

I saw another vintage poll the other day where one of the actors was a guy currently in his 40s, so I just wanted to say thank you for keeping your vintage polls actually vintage.

[pollenallergie]

If what I’ve read about on my dashboard today is true, then FanExpo should let Joe out of his contract asap. I wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to do meet and greets again at all after this. In fact, him refusing to do meet and greets from here on out would be more than justified. At the very least (the very, very least), they should let him opt out of photo ops and give him some sort of physical barrier between himself and the fans during autographs. It’s a shame that the actions of a few could take those opportunities away from everyone else, but I think that’d be the safest thing to do. Give him a break.

As for that fan… Ik he probably won’t, but god I wish Joe would press charges. That sort of behavior is literally a crime, that person deserves to be punished.

@eddiemunsonsmum’s comparison of this situation to what happened to Tom Hiddleston is incredibly apt, from the zoomed in pictures on their bulges, to the groping fans, to obsessive, mob-like mentality of their fan bases. This isn’t simple fangirl behavior, this is stalking, sexually harassing and abusing, sending death threats, cyber bullying, etc. These people aren’t fangirls, they’re the scum of the earth and they’re a threat to the safety and well-being of our favorite creatives (actors, musicians, etc.). More protective measures need to be set in place to prevent these types of people from interacting with these creatives.

[cynic-spirit]

the stubble

Jonathan had always been meticulous about his appearance, never allowing even the slightest hint of stubble to mar his clean-shaven look. But lately, he'd let it grow out a bit, a subtle change that added a rugged edge to his otherwise polished demeanor.

One evening, as they were spending time together, Yn couldn’t help but notice the difference. The light dusting of stubble across his jawline gave him an air of casual confidence that was impossible to ignore. She found herself staring a little longer than usual, admiring how it softened his sharp features while somehow making him even more attractive.

"You're staring," Jonathan remarked with a knowing smile, catching her in the act.

Yn smiled, unbothered by being caught. "I was just noticing something... different about you."

"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

She reached out, lightly running her fingers along his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble against her skin. "This," she said softly, her voice tinged with admiration. "I like it. It's... sexy."

Jonathan's smile widened, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He hadn’t given much thought to the stubble, but hearing her say that, seeing the way she looked at him, made him reconsider. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice dropping a notch, amused and flattered by her unexpected compliment.

Yn nodded, her fingers lingering on his face. "Very."

He leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them, his gaze intense. "Well, if you like it, I suppose I can keep it a while longer."

His words sent a thrill through her, and she couldn’t help but smile. She loved how effortlessly Jonathan could turn a simple conversation into something charged with unspoken emotions. The stubble was just a small change, but to her, it made him even more irresistible.

Without hesitation, Yn climbed onto Jonathan’s lap, her movements bold and filled with purpose. The intensity of her sudden closeness took him by surprise, but he welcomed it, his hands instinctively settling on her hips as she straddled him. Her lips met his in a passionate kiss, the kind that left no room for doubt about what she felt for him.

As she pulled back for just a moment, her lips brushed against the stubble on his jaw, her breath warm against his skin. “It makes you look rugged and wild,” she whispered, her voice a mix of admiration and desire.

Jonathan's grip on her tightened, a low hum of approval escaping him as her words fueled the fire between them. She didn’t give him a chance to respond, diving back in to kiss him again, her lips trailing along his jawline, down his neck, savoring the roughness of his stubble against her soft skin.

Every kiss was charged with passion, her affection evident in every touch. Jonathan, usually so composed, found himself completely undone by her fervor. His hands moved up her back, pulling her closer, deepening the connection between them as their world narrowed to just this moment, to just the two of them.

The wildness she saw in him matched the untamed desire she was unleashing, and he couldn’t help but let go, losing himself in the heat of her kisses, in the way she made him feel—rugged, wild, and completely hers.

Yn continued her trail of kisses down Jonathan's neck, her lips moving slowly, savoring every inch of his skin. Each kiss was soft yet full of intensity, sending shivers through him. Jonathan closed his eyes, letting the sensation wash over him, enjoying every moment of her affection.

His breathing deepened as she pressed closer, her kisses growing more insistent. The warmth of her breath against his neck, the way her fingers curled into his shirt, all of it made him feel like he was on the edge of control.

Then, she whispered against his skin, her voice hushed and filled with desire. “It makes you look like… you’d take me anytime, anywhere…”

Her words sent a surge of heat through him, and he couldn't help the low, almost primal sound that escaped his throat. The idea, the imagery she painted with just those few words, struck something deep within him.

His hands slid up her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine as he held her close, almost as if to steady himself against the overwhelming desire she was stirring in him. "And you wouldn’t be wrong," he murmured back, his voice rough with need.

The tension between them crackled, the unspoken promise in her words fueling the fire between them. Jonathan leaned in, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that was anything but gentle, a kiss that matched the wildness she saw in him. He wanted her to know that she was right, that he would take her anytime, anywhere—because when it came to Yn, there were no boundaries, only pure, unbridled passion.

Jonathan's hands, still warm from the closeness of their earlier kiss, gripped Yn's waist with a confident, possessive strength. As she continued to kiss his neck, he took a deep breath, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, his strong embrace both reassuring and thrilling.

Yn's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her lips brushing against his ear as he carried her through the house. Her heart raced, each step he took feeling like a step closer to an even deeper connection.

Jonathan’s stride was purposeful, each movement filled with a sense of urgency and desire. The path to their room seemed to disappear as he focused entirely on Yn, his eyes dark with intensity and affection.

When they reached the door to their room, Jonathan paused for a brief moment, his eyes meeting hers with a look that was both loving and possessive. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed the door open and carried her inside. The room was dimly lit, creating a romantic, intimate atmosphere that only heightened their shared anticipation.

As he gently set her down on the bed, his hands lingering on her body, his lips met hers once more, this time with a passion that matched the fierce energy of their earlier moments. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise of the intensity and closeness they were about to share, a testament to the depth of their connection.

After their intense session, Jonathan remained on top of Yn, both of them breathing heavily from the passion they had just shared. The room was filled with the soft glow of the dim light, and the warmth between them was palpable.

Jonathan’s gaze softened as he looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "I could have had this long before, you know," he said, his voice low and tinged with both satisfaction and a hint of playful regret. "If I’d known this would be the effect."

Yn’s breath hitched slightly at his words, her eyes meeting his with a mix of affection and amusement. She reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her touch tender. "You always had the effect, Jonathan," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "It just took this to show you."

His smile widened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips, his eyes filled with a newfound tenderness. "Well, I’m glad it finally did," he murmured against her lips. "Wouldn't trade this for anything."

As they lay together, the intensity of their connection lingering in the air, Jonathan’s words were a promise of the depth of his feelings, and the unspoken assurance that this moment, this connection, was something he cherished deeply.

[clandestineloki]

mafia!loki x sweet doting reader 🥰

[muddyorbsblr]

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[royal-confessions]

“Harry & Meghan and Tom Hiddleston & Zawe Ashton should so hang out. They seem to have a lot in common. Two Old Etonians with obsessive fanbases (Royal/MCU) who chose as partners two mixed race women (Black mother/White father) and they all have to deal with this mob of white women who feel ownership over these white men and cannot accept that these privileged white men chose these women instead of them or someone like them and so spread hate and deranged conspiracy theories about the mixed women” - Submitted by Anonymous

[boundlesssky]

Всім добрий день! Пишу під псевдонімом Безмежне небо або Boundless sky. Також займаюсь різною творчістю: в'язання, вишивання хрестиком та бісером, малювання. Також полюбляю фотографувати.

Малюю в ibis paint, а також на холсті маслом або акрилом.

Пишу фанфіки десь приблизно років сім. Але українською пишу вже десь рік. Буду рада підписникам.

ФУМ:

https://www.fanfic.pp.ua/user/747

Фанфікком:

Ао3:

(На Ао3 більше всього зосередила увагу)

Твіттер:

https://twitter.com/boundless_sky23?s=09

У мене був досвід з різними фандомами. Але зараз декілька особливо активні в моєму житті: Ґеншин, Академія Амбрелла. Також планую щось писати по романам Мосян. Та, може, Патріот Моріарті та Мемуари Ванітаса доповнять мої роботи.

Хоча перерахую ще декілька знайомих мені фандомів:

Nanbaka

Shingeki no Kyojin

Bungou Stray Dogs

Detroit: Become Human

Durarara!!

Genshin Impact

Hagane no Renkinjutsushi

Kuroko no Basuke

Mob Psycho 100

Академія Амбрелла

The Witcher (Відьмак)

Tom Hiddleston

Marvel

Yuukoku no Moriarty (Патріот Моріарті)

Адамс Дуглас «Дірк Джентлі»

Багряний пік

Ганнібал Лектор

Доктор Хто

Люцифер

Месники

Добрі знаки

Надприродне

Холістичне детективна агенція Дірка Джентлі

Та дуууууже багато аніме. Ще китайських та корейських дорам. Донхва також. Манґа, маньхва, манхва, серіали

[7ndcvils]

7ndcvils mobile muse list

angela grimes. /twd verse/ former military & counselor. fc: evangeline lilly

belinda callohan /fandomless/ er nurse. fc: emily blunt

archer jacobs /crime/ unemployeed. fc: travis fimmel

benjamin velasquez /crime/ business owner. fc: danny pino

brody o'conor /fandomless/ tattoo artist & ex-boxer fc: tom hardy

callum jacobs /crime/ mechanic fc: charlie hunnam

cassandra davidson /fandomless/ bartender fc: sophia bush

charlotte schmid /crime/ homicide detective fc: olivia munn

conrad myers /crime/ accountant fc: jon bernthal

dante parker /crime/ criminal attorney fc: charles michael davis

dean fuller /crime/ chef fc: jeffrey dean morgan

declan kentala /crime/ farmer fc: jason momoa

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edward fuller /crime/ business owner fc: todd stashwick

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lydia davidson /fandomless/ business owner fc: holly marie combs

maize /x-men mcu/ mutant angela sarafyan

mateo santiago /crime/ strip club owner fc: edgar ramirez

matias jimenez /crime/ bar owner fc: peter gadiot

micah wolfe /crime/ security bouncer fc: aaron taylor-johnson

nathaniel davidson /crime/ fbi agent fc: jensen ackles

nikhel basu /twd apocalypse/ electrical engineer fc: naveen andrews

noah matthews /crime/ ada fc: john krasinski

olivia prentiss /crime/ medical examiner fc: rachel mcadams

reuben garcia /crime/ sicario fc: kirk acevedo

pilar sanchez /crime/ svu ada fc: adria arjona

quintessa rejon /spn/ witch fc: aubrey plaza

rachel combs /spn/ hunter fc: aj cook

robert cooper /crime/ boxer fc: frank grillo

rosa nunez /crime/ barber fc: lindsey morgan

ryder valdez /crime/ serial killer fc: jon michael ecker

samara romanovski /crime/ cleaner fc: megan fox

tomas hernandez /crime/ homicide detective fc: octavio pisano

tristan fowler /fandomless apocalypse/ therapist fc: tom hiddleston

veronica rojas /fandomless spn/ business owner fc: nathalie kelley

wyatt williams /crime/ mechanic fc: pablo schreiber

xavier cardenas /crime/ animal trafficker fc: alfonso herrera

ximena cardenas /crime/ weapons trafficker fc: eiza gonzalez

[taylor14firefly]

Taylor Swift flew commercial as recently as 2016 (remember her trip to Australia with Tom Hiddleston). It’s only in recent years, as the hate mob increased and as she’s become more famous and more popular, that she’s started to fly exclusively via her private jet. It’s not necessarily her first choice.

Something that I haven’t seen anyone point out is the obvious sexual threat from this man. He specifically demanded that she not have a “sexual performance of Vigilant shit” (sic). He feels so entitled to her, that he wants to maintain total control and access over her own body. It’s painful to think about, but besides constant stalking and murder threats, Taylor also has to deal with implied and also direct rape threats. During rep tour, for example, she had a stalker who sent harassing emails for a long time, with at least one directly stating he wanted to rape her.

https://www.scoopnashville.com/2018/09/taylor-swift-stalker-wanted-by-metro-police-restraining-order-filed-read-his-letters-here/

She was groped at her tour meet-and-greet, in broad daylight, while being photographed with the perp and while surrounded by her own security. And this was back in the Red era, when she was less famous and before her fans started to harass her. In the tight quarters of a public plane, with her every move scrutinized and broadcast by the public, who knows what could happen to her and to the average person.

Last year, I remember some of the first, if not the very first, candids of Amber Heard that came out after the American trial. She was departing from a private jet she had used for travel. Someone tweeted about giving her grace, as she needed the private jet due to the public frenzy at the time. For women in the public eye, they sometimes--or often--need to take extra steps for their security that men just don’t have to worry about. It’s not out of a disregard for the environment but for their own survival, because even at their level of wealth and cultural power, the world ultimately still sees them as a piece of meat.

this is why Taylor needs to have a police entourage and armed security and a private jet. so the next time i see any of you criticizing her for not getting on a plane any stalker like this madman can get on too i will throw hands.

[7ndcvils-archived]

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Tristan Fowler. 45. ex-priest / therapist fc: tom hiddleston // fandom: fandomless

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Wyatt Williams. 41. mechanic / ex-con fc: pablo schreiber // fandom: fandomless

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