#mitch rapp x y/n

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When Fire Meets Fate [Mitch Rapp]

(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)

Summary : You couldn't feel feelings or emotions like normal humans did. But you could when your best friend's brother, Mitch the firefighter, had something to do with it.

Pairing : Firefighter!Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warning : 18+ ONLY, MINOR DNI, mentions of fire related lingo, reader is in danger, running (yes it's a warning, I've got asthma), smut, titty worship, oral (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, slight creampie, pet names (sunshine and sweetheart), mitch is kinda soft but also really much mitch i guess ??

A/N : first post in a while, this one's for birdie nonnie so hope you enjoy love !!

Destiny had a funny way of letting things happen without any kind of warning or explanation. Everyone always repeated that bullshit about things happening for a reason and God working in mysterious ways but nobody ever tried to go deeper into this, try to explain it a little better. It was all about the vagueness and how mysterious it made them seem.

Well fuck that.

Fuck them and their stupid fate. You were the one in control and you knew it when the stupid choices you made would come back to bite you in the ass. They always did. If there was an omnipotent force to guide and even control each and every one of us, then it was doing a shit job because there was no way the decisions you made could be allowed by the universe. There had to be a pop up warning of some kinds to make you think it through at least one last time before actually doing anything.

To some, that pop up warning was sever anxiety and to other it was a little gut feeling that they enjoyed defying to test out their limits. All in all, you had neither, you were simply… empty. It was funny truly, but it made your life ten times more logical. From an outside point you were probably a psychopath with tendencies to tickle danger for the kick of it. Now, to anyone who knew better, meaning very few people, you were desperate.

It was hilarious really, poor you who simply couldn’t feel that rise in your stomach whenever something was wrong or when you were in danger. You simply couldn’t feel shit.

The doctor’s never understood why you, why or how it started. It wasn’t hereditary or anything, you simply couldn’t feel normal human emotions and you hated it, or at least you tried to. It was difficult to know what hate felt like when again, you didn’t feel things.

You had tried, through various technics and nothing had worked. You never cried when you fell and hurt yourself as a child. You weren’t in pain but it was uncomfortable. You never jumped in joy or even smiled whenever you’d be offered something, as pricy and beautiful as it was. You barely moved whenever someone was threatening you or humiliated you. The way you would look at these people right in their eyes had you nicknamed the Soul Searcher. You never lost an argument because you never let yourself be swayed by emotions such as annoyance or fear.

Your emotional impairment made you one of the best lawyers in the business. It was bad for relationships but great for money and business, so you weren’t in such a bad situation. You had learned to find great pros in a situation that pretty much seemed like a big con, another talent of yours.

For someone who couldn’t feel happiness or joy, you were very positive about most things and you were also very observant, making it very easy for you to study emotions and mimic them. Some called it manipulation, you called it adapting. In a society were everyone felt to a certain extent, it was your duty to try and look like them. You were only blending in.

But what were you supposed to do when strange things were creeping up inside you ? When tingles erupted in your stomach and started exploding all over ? Were you supposed to act like nothing was going on ? Could you do both ? Fake it and act like the little burning feeling in the pit of your stomach wasn’t there ?

That was your current situation, the predicament you found yourself in as you watched your office burn down slowly.

You always worked late and stayed behind to catch up on work. You groaned were not particularly fond of big piles of files and or putting things off. For all you knew, you could be dead tomorrow, so might as well do it today, right ? Well, Death had come knocking on your door that day.

With your headphones screwed around your head and blasting the loudest kind of music, you were fully focused on your work. You were the most efficient for a reason. Only emergencies ever managed to pull you out of it. And it was the case that day, when your best friend called in a hurry after sending her own weight in text messages.

“Please tell me you’re at home or out in a bar ! Tell me you went home early ! Tell me you’re not at the firm !”

You could hear the panic and the sniffles, she was crying.

“I’m at the firm, why ? Is everything alright ?”

She had taken a deep breath to hide a sob and failed miserably.

“Can’t you smell anything ?! T-The building… The building is on fire ! You got to get out of there ! Quickly !”

As soon as you had heard those words, that concentration bubble popped, letting the bitter scent of smoke creep into your nostrils. You couldn’t feel panic or fear but you were also actively avoiding death, so you did what she told you, you acted quickly.

You snatched your laptop and your bags as well as the USB drive containing your life’s entire work and ran, you ran as fast as you could, breathing in the toxic smoke. Maybe not the smartest thing to do. You had realized that when you fell unconscious, a few feet away from the exit door, lazily dodging a falling peace of concrete. It had blocked your way, but it didn’t matter anymore, not when you were passing out.

You could hear and see the bright light of a firetruck and the screams of the firefighters calling out for you, one of the voices sounding a little more familiar than the rest, and letting those bubbles explode in your stomach again. What a strange feeling.

~

When you started waking up, you felt comfort and warmth heating the side of your face. Nuzzling against whatever it was, you when it traveled to your forehead but quickly settled, too exhausted to fight when you felt good either way. The hand on your stomach, caressing it slowly felt good too, very good.

Suddenly jolting awake and sitting up, you looked around frantically, swatting away the hands on your skin and jumping down of whatever you’d been laying on this whole time. With all this movement, the dizziness was quick to get you and lay a cloud of nausea and confusion of you. The reflux of whatever pastry was in your stomach made your sour throat burn and your eyes water.

Was this pain ? Was it what it felt like to not feel good ? To suffer and be able to notice it ? To understand it and recognize it ?

“You have to lie down, otherwise you’ll feel even worse.”

Between the ringing in your ears and your shakiness, the faint voice of the person who had been touching you earlier managed to reach you. When you felt yourself falling again, arms wrapped around you before you could violent meet the floor.

“God, you’re a pain in the ass. Even worse than before.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at a memory he had.

Composing yourself slowly, you took deep breath to gather your wits and register all the informations flooding your brain. As you felt your heartbeat slow down and your stomach settle, you slowly turned to look into the eyes of the man who’d been spinning your world around in such a short period. Or a longer one than what you were ready to admit.

“M-Mitch…”

“Happy to see that you remember me Sunshine. Does Stacy know you’re here ? She called me in a panic saying you worked in the building that burned down.”

You stayed silent and unmoving, practically frozen in time. You were loosing it out here, there was just no other way to describe it.

Mitch Rapp, the bane of your existence if you could describe it.

You did not hate or love, nor did you feel annoyance. But this man made you feel something very close to it and you were not pleased. You’d known him since you were thirteen, when you met Stacy. She’d been the most intriguing person ever to your younger self and still to this day. When everyone ended up leaving you because of your incapacity to feel like normal people did, she had stuck around and made sure to let it be known that she was not going anywhere. She would follow you around and ask you questions after questions. You’d never been bothered by your condition so you answered but the surprise was when she revealed the notebook she kept with everything you’d had told her about yourself. She learned happily and compensated your lack of emotions by what seemed to be an overabundance of them in her. She was necessary to you just like you were to her.

Now, one thing that you were certainly not needing was Mitch Rapp, Stacy’s big brother and an absolute pain in your behind. From the end of middle school to the end of high school, he made sure to push your buttons as far as they could go, in a simple desperate attempt pull himself out of his constant boredom. It being invasive questions or small touches in hallways when no one could see, he did it all.

The only barrier he never crossed was sex and public humiliation. You believe that he respected you to some extent, but his need to amuse himself seem to top it all, and you seemed to be the most interesting thing ever to him. Because where you naturally couldn’t feel and had taught yourself to fake it, he could feel emotions to their extreme and taught himself to simply not feel. Polar opposites, that’s what you were. And maybe that’s what had you develop the closet think you could feel to a crush on your best friend’s big brother. No matter how annoying you found him, he still did things to your heart that no one ever did.

And maybe you’d been far from a simple crush on him, using the term as an excuse. It was a good one right ?

It was even more fun to see how different you were because when you found a way to always be positive no matter what, he believed in nothing but himself. To him, the world was only toying with you and you could let it happen or fight back.

Nothing could link you both other than Stacy, so why was it that he managed to ignite such strange things in you ? It being happiness, interest, annoyance or lust.

You would always be ashamed of it, but you couldn’t help it. It was out of your control, once again, and this time it shattered your whole world.

How ironic of Destiny to choose the man you seemed to avoid at all cost as the only being to successfully make you feel.

It being a simple word or a whisper. Him leaning down to reach you and hear the words you’d mumble whenever he did successfully annoy you. All of it, it made your heartbeat rise, your skin heat up and your hands turned clammy. You even stuttered with him and you hated it. For so long, you wished to be normal but it happening with him and him only was something you couldn’t accept.

“Are you done staring ? Or is it your way of admitting that you like what you see ?”

His deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making your insides shake and while a new wave of confusion and anxiety rose inside of you. You completely ignored his words, staying still and staring at him with a need to jump his bones. Was it the uniform ? Or your high school crush just jumping out after years of repression ? You had done an incredible job avoiding the man so seeing him now, all dirty and looking absolutely divine in his firefighter uniform did have its effect on you. The famous “men in uniforms” type of feeling. It was indeed powerful and vicious too.

This wasn’t good at all. Why were you thinking this way ? Taking time to stare at the parts of him that were exposed and feeling genuine lust wasn’t supposed to happen. You needed to leave.

Looking around, you checked for anything that could be yours, which you grabbed quickly before dashing away, as fast as your current state allowed. You had been running a short distance before finding a place to hide and breath as much as you could. Your throat burned and your limbs felt like they would fall off in a second, but you couldn’t stay so close to him.

As you crouched down, a hand ever your heart and yours eyes screwed shut, you tried to slow your heartbeat but you couldn’t. You could still hear his voice and see his face in your mind. Even his scent tormented you, so much so that you could practically feel the warmth it carried.

Slowly realizing the situation, you looked up to find him there, looking down on you with your phone and your keys. .

“You can’t outrun a firefighter, mostly not with lungs like yours. I bet it burns huh ? Come on, let me help.” He breathed out, crouching down to your level.

When he reached towards you to touch you, your body acted on its own, jerking back and away from his touch. He was quick to react and surrender by raising both his hands.

“You’re safe, I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Stacy would kill me anyways if I bothered you, especially today.” He promised, his voice sounding softer than usual and soothing you in a matter of seconds.

Moving slowly, you let him pull you to his chest and wrap you in his arms. You were still dizzy and slightly out of it from running with smoked lungs so you ignored the little yelp you let out when his hand slid under your shirt and under the strap of your bra to be held tightly against your skin. When he started making small circles over your skin with his fingers, you felt yourself sink down on top of him, your entire body melting into a puddle as you felt yourself relax and your heartbeat slow down.

You were no doctor but you were practically certain that the massage had no power to fix a painful breathing system, so you wondered why it felt so good to have him press into your vertebral column and help you relax. Your throat was still sore and you would be coughing for a long while but none of that mattered when Mitch Rapp was doing something to you, something that had you purring in the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, that feels good huh ? You like that Sweetheart ? Tell me how you feel.” He ordered in a low voice, his lips grazing the tip of your earlobe.

You stayed quiet, you couldn’t speak. You knew what would happen if you opened your mouth, the most humiliating sound would come out. You knew you’d let out a sound even worse that a simple yelp and you couldn’t have that.

You didn’t understand feelings very well but you wouldn’t let him get his way just because he was bored, even as an adult. You knew you were feeling something intense, standing on the line separating comfort and pleasure. That separation, you’d been standing on it, practically loosing balance each and every time Mitch Rapp was around and toying with you.

You tried to move, to get up and pry yourself out of his grasp but it was two against one, Mitch and your body siding together to fight your mind. He kept you close to him, held you tightly while playing with the hooks of your bra. Maybe you had jumped into the lion’s den by allowing him to help. Because now you were stuck, fighting the urge to respond vocally and let it be known that you wanted more, needed more.

These feelings and emotions, they felt good, so good. The kind of good you never had the chance of experiencing before. This was too much pleasure for you to simply detach yourself and let it go to waste. You wanted to discover more, dive deeper into what it was.

That yelp that you had been trying to conceal, it suddenly shot out of your mouth when he swiftly move you on top of him, having you straddle his muscular thighs. Maybe it was then that your body lost power and control, your brain taking over once again when you felt his bulge press between your ass.

“When I tell you to tell me how you feel, that’s not a suggestion Sweetheart. Let me hear it, how good I make you feel.” He growled, pressing you down on him by the waist.

This was far from simple firefighter intervention. This was Mitch, the Mitch from high school who’d corner you in hallways trying to get you to show him how you felt and what you looked like when you did.

Looking into his eyes, you saw it, that glint of excitement. Not lust, but interest. You were still intriguing to him and he was letting it be known that he hadn’t changed.

You shouldn’t have allowed him around you, not again, not like this, no matter what he made you feel. You were being flooded by emotions, this was what it was like to be overwhelmed. And maybe it had you tear up a little bit, but you were new to this and you didn’t know how to process them.

Looking around you again, you found all your belongings and even the one’s he’d kept. You expected him to keep you locked against him but no. As soon as you showed any signs of wanting to leave, he let go of you. You were surprised but also grateful, standing up on shaky legs and walking away as fast as you could. Your body felt like it would float away and you could still feel his gaze on you, fixated and piercing through your soul.

When you got near the outside of the hospital you’d ran out of, you were lucky to find Stacy waiting for you with a bone crushing hug and a speech about being aware of your surroundings. She might’ve also mentioned her brother telling her your location so that she could pick you up.

~

When you arrived at your place after convincing Stacy that you could survive on your own and would call if anything was wrong, you found yourself leaning against your door, exhausted beyond measure. You tried to move but you couldn’t, the mind whipping memories of Mitch Rapp playing with the most sensitive parts of you and actually having an effect.

Because with lack of physical or emotional reaction, came lack of sexual pleasure. You just, didn’t enjoy yourself, no matter how long you would try or how good he felt. None of this worked and maybe you were also at fault, constantly comparing them to the little high school crush you couldn’t get rid of. Maybe it was even time to admit that you might’ve loved him a little. Or a lot. You wanted to feel pleasure but to this day, you had to lie and fake orgasms to get out of awkward situations.

As you slid down your door, locking it for the night, you felt the pulsating sensation between your legs, the kind that had started when you were sixteen and would only happen around your best friend’s big brother.

Nothing ever happened but God, your body and mind agreed that you wished it would. You felt your insides scream at you for depriving them of him and what he clearly wanted, just as much if not more than you. Your mind could still vividly feel the large bulge throbbing under you and it was enough for you to flood your panties again.

You were ashamed of your reaction but how were you supposed to control what you weren’t familiar with ?

Reaching down to take of your pants, you mewled loudly when your fingers grazed your dripping core and pressed on your sensitive bud a little longer than what would be appropriate. You had the memory of his fingers pressing your back and soothing your raging heart, his breath against your neck and his strong scent sticking to your nostrils.

Maybe you were too out of it but you weren’t going to let this go to waste, pushing three fingers inside your wet pussy and inhaling deeply when you felt actual pleasure. You felt good. In an attempt to mimic his size, you parted your fingers open and played with your walls. You couldn’t breath properly, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth and your head thrown back. Letting out little noises, your let your fingers rub your insides as you let them go back and forth inside you.

You could feel it vividly, his own member, thick and raging with hormones and lust but also so much more, just waiting to dirty you all over.

Your fingers soaked and your juices dripping all over your lower parts, you cried out in pleasure when you felt your high get close. You cried out in pleasure, his name coming out a few times while you reached down with your second hand. When your thumb grazed your clit you were done for, instantly. This was what it felt like to feel pleasure and to cum.

You sat there, dazed and trembling, for a few minutes before standing up and finally entering your bedroom. After a very much needed cold shower, you dropped on your bed, your bathrobe falling to the floor. You sunk against the mattress, covered yourself and fell asleep in no time, desperately hoping that the night would erase the lingering presence of Mitch Rapp on your sensitive skin.

Maybe if you had been awake just a little longer, you would’ve seen him, leaning against his car, as he stared up to your window.

~

The night was ineffective. You remembered it all after eighteen days and you hated it. Everywhere you went, you could feel his gaze on you, the way he looked at you while he massaged your back. You could see it all and feel it all as if it was happening all over again. The memory you used to be praised for was now killing you a little bit each and every day.

But to add salt to you wounds, Stacy had given Mitch your number. And for a man who seemed to hate the majority of people and just about any kinds of discussion, he was fucking chatty. It started with simple messages asking how you were doing, then it turned into the kinds that would send your heart into a panic. He was slowly getting you used to his presence, you could feel it but the question was why ?

Why after all these years of not seeing each other, no matter how close your circles were, was he suddenly finding interest in you again ?

This question, you didn’t expect to find a response of any kind. But it seems you wouldn’t have any other choice when you found him, standing there, behind your door with a bag in hand.

You stood there, in your pajamas, looking at him with what seemed to be a blank expression but hid the most violent of hurricanes.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to let me in ?” He tilted his head with what looked like a smile behind extending the bag towards you. “I brought you a care package.”

You stayed quiet but moved out of the way to let him in. As he assed by, his strong scent infiltrated your nostrils and the entirety of your body, making you clench your exposed thighs together. The scent of smoke, wet grass, rain and pine trees, all of it forming the perfect mix to make your brain melt and your body react out of control.

When you felt ready to face him inside your home you finally faced away from the door but crashed directly into something. You looked up to find him staring down on you, a slight look of amusement.

“Where you sniffing me ?”

Fuck, that was humiliating. You tried to open your mouth to respond but no sound came out, just a string of weird faces and silence. You didn’t think you could react any worse, until you felt his hand slide around your waist, letting his fingers graze your skin and leave a soft burn behind.

“Tell me, Sunshine. Were. You. Sniffing. Me. And this time, I want to hear sounds coming out of your mouth. I bet you sound amazing when you’re being honest with yourself.”

His eyes were staring straight into yours and you felt mike he was pillaging your soul, trying to find the truth he was talking about. Who was named the Soul Searcher here ?

For a short second, you started questioning his motives, why was he insisting on seeing you react that much ? It wasn’t as if you would be crying of joy or breaking bones at each reaction so why ? You frowned , staring up at him, before you picked his hand off of you and laid a hand on his chest to push him away.

“Mitch Rapp, I don’t know what you’re hopping to find here, but we’re not teenagers anymore and I won’t let you toy with me and have your way because you’re bored.” You said, unable to conceal the slight annoyance in your voice.

Instead of backing off, he seemed even more amused this time.

“Is that what annoyance looks like on you ? I was working towards something else but I’m not going to complain, this is good, very good.” He asked, a curious grin on his face.

“Stop saying stupid things and go to the living room. It’s that way.” You exhaled, turning towards your kitchen area and walking away.

You met him in the living area, trying to ignore his presence as much as you could. You were feeling crushed under his aura in your own home and you wouldn’t tolerate it, but it seemed like he wanted to see you fight back.

You shook your head, ignoring all your questions and sat in the opposite couch.

“Why are you here ?”

“Well, you’re not very responsive over texts and even less for a phone call. I was worried, I pulled you out of a burning building remember ?” He joked, dropping the heavy bag on your coffee table.

“I pulled myself out of there, Mitch. And do you visit all the victims you save ?”

“No, just you. I came here to check on you too. Make sure your lungs would be fine. Stacy told me you still sucked at taking care of yourself so I needed to make sure you were taking good care of yourself. I was worried you know ? You tried to sprint out of the hospital as soon as you woke up.”

You tilted your head to the side, showing your confusion once more. You doubted the honesty of his motives but you weren’t going to debate him, you did suck at taking care of yourself. You shrugged and slide to the side, allowing him to sit next to you. You stayed still and silent when he grabbed your chin and asked you to open up. You waited until he was done with your mouth to proceed.

“Aren’t you like, off duty or something ?”

He chuckled, hearing your vague words.

“Off duty ?”

“Yeah. Firefighters, they’re off duty when they’re not working, right ?”

“No. Us, Sunshine, we’re not off duty. That’s for cop’s and soldiers.”

“Yeah, same stuff, except you don’t have a gun.” You responded, watching him check on your arms and neck. “Wait, but what do you know about my health anyways ? You’re a firefighter, that’s not your job.”

“I know. But I know my way around basic first aid and things like that, so I’m making sure.”

You wanted to smile, some other things never changed. He always had a thing for taking care of others or saving them. He saved you from countless situations and was always the one to fix you up when you were hurt. Being a firefighter was his calling. And the uniform looked damn good on him.

Looking down on his body with a blank expression, you observed and compared with his looks from years ago. You only ever truly saw him on few occasions and each one had your insides doing backflips. Stacy always made fun of you for gawking at him but she understood, her brother looked good. She even bragged that it was the genetics,

“Well, that’s nice of you. But I’m fine. So you can leave, and take the care package with you. It’ll be useless.” You declared, pushing his hands off of you.

You both stared at each other for a good minute before he removed himself from your grasp to hold you instead. When his hand took hold of yours, he pulled you closer to him, forcing you to lay a leg over his. In a swift move, he grabbed both your wrists in one hand while the other fell on your exposed thighs. Shorts were good to sleep when it was this hot outside, but definitely not when Mitch Rapp was in your living room, playing the deadly kind of game.

“Why are you always trying to get rid of me ?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his voice. You tried to respond but the sound were cut off again when his hand slide higher on your skin.

You looked down, inhaling loudly and biting your lower lip to hide the embarrassing sounds threatening to come out. He watched it all, letting go of your wrists to pull it out from underneath your teeth.

“Do I make you uncomfortable ? Do you hate it when I’m around you ? When I touch you ?”

You managed to free one of your hand, grabbing his wrist to pull his fingers away from your lips, but allowed him to feel your plump lips just a little longer than he should’ve. He looked at them with an unreadable expression but you felt like a lamb standing in front of a wolf, ready to be devoured.

At the thought of being viciously devoured, you couldn’t help the gush of wetness pooling in between your thighs, the sensation of pleasure and desperation infiltrating your mind all over again. You felt it, the heat from last time, it was back and it felt good but also uncomfortable. It wasn’t enough, you needed to quench that thirst flowing all through you.

Without paying much attention, you tried to speak again but this time, opened your mouth wide enough for his finger to slip inside your mouth and rest lazily on your tongue. You saw his eyes darken and heard the low growl erupting in his chest. You lowered his gaze, chuckling as he shook his head, but never took his thumb out of your mouth.

“Fuck…” He sigh, looking at you and warning you with his eyes. “For as long as I’ve known you, Sunshine… You ran from me. Everything I did, you would end up running away or hiding from me. Nothing I did was enough to have you react or stay, and it hasn’t changed.”

Feeling the defiance grow in you, you pulled his thumb out, looking at him with piercing blank eyes.

“Maybe if you stopped trying to get me to react for your own entertainment, I wouldn’t be running. I’m not here to fix your boredom.” You responded, glaring at him.

“Is that what you think ? Did I did all this just because I was bored ?” He asked with narrow eyes, was he angry at your assumption ? When you nodded, you saw his jaw tighten and you couldn’t help but react. Were you into this ? Visible anger, did it turn you on ?

Too busy wondering what new kink you seemed to have, you let your guard down, allowing you to be moved by him, having you sit on his lap again. And there you were, back to the issue you had faced the night of the fire, he was too close for your own sanity.

“Mitch… Let go of me…” You stuttered, trying to maintain your composure but were only met with silence and his firm hands gripping your waist. Younger you was jumping and screaming in happiness but current you wasn’t so happy.

“You keep saying that… That I have to let go of you, stop touching, stop talking to you. But what if I need you Sunshine ? You ever thought of that ?” He whispered the last part, leaning closer to your face. “What if I can’t fucking live without you ?”

This time, his words fall straight down your lower parts, having the exact effect you were trying to avoid. You inhale loudly, trying to avoid his gaze, but he’s quick to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You weren’t the type to cry or feel altogether, but you were ready to cry right now. Why were feelings and emotions so annoying ?

“Why are you bothering me… Why can’t you just leave me and my emotions alone ?!” You asked loudly.

“You think I give a fuck about your emotions ? Sunshine, I don’t care about them. I care about you, that’s all I fucking care about since high school.” He pressed you down on his growing bulge, making you face the pleasure you felt with him. “Every touch in the hallway, every kiss on your cheeks, everything I did, all of it was for you to notice that I was ready to help. Fuck I was borderline desperate to help you and you took it for boredom ? Couldn’t take a fucking step around you without needing to inhale your scent. You even had me loosing it like a fucking idiot every time I saw you inside my house, but to you I was only bored ?”

He was vexed, but still gentle with you, letting you do what you wanted to do. In this moment, you felt all the years of repressed emotions and desires flood you in one big wave that you didn’t even try to contain. All the times you ended up screaming in a pillow because of the things he would say or just how he would say them. Even just looking at you made you feel, and all this time you tried to push it away, to refuse it. Well you were done doing that. For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to respond to his actions by acting however you pleased too.

When you pressed your core down on him, you didn’t expect him to just let go of you and drop hiss head backwards. He leaned his arms on the back of your couch, a small smile on his face before he looked at you again, his eyes clouded by lust and faint restraint. This man decided to control himself now ?

“You can’t do that Sweetheart… What am I supposed to do when you retaliate ?”

“I-Isn’t that what you want ? For me to respond ?” You attempted to keep your voice as steady as you could despite the knot of moans forming in your throat.

“Is that what it is ? A response ? What are you responding to exactly ? And be clear, I want to hear you say it.”

Now he was teasing you, and for a split second, you felt like a teenager again, like the girl he would corner in hallways, kiss on the cheek and call beautiful when no one but him was watching, when no one but him could see you react. For a split second, you understood everything that he always showed you and you started questioning how good you were at reading people. Because you had read Mitch Rapp completely wrong for years.

“I want you to touch me. I want you to touch me until I feel something… Just like I felt before…” You declared, a sudden boost of confidence surging through you.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, you waiting for his answer and him grinning like an idiot with no thought going through his mind. He needed to do something because you wouldn’t have the strength to do it again.

And in good Mitch fashion, he said nothing and acted.

~

When you asked him to make you feel, a part of you was worried for what would happen next. Were you ready to face whatever reaction he’d pull out of you ? And how would you react exactly ? Because you weren’t just new to this, you were finally accepting it and maybe it would be too much. You were used to being overwhelmed when he was around and never truly managed to deal with it. You hated the idea of simply untrusting the next events to Destiny but clearly you would have any other choice.

As soon as you spoke the words he had desperately been trying to hear, he lifted you up and marched towards your bedroom. You held onto him, staying quiet and avoiding his piercing eyes on you. If you could see what was going through his mind, you would think that he was crazy. There was no other way to explain it, but he couldn’t help it. The things you had him dreaming all throughout high school and even during adulthood, they tormented him for years.

Mitch Rapp had been in love with you since he was eight years old and you took his actions for a desperate attempt to entertain himself.

It was his fault for not being more direct, more honest with himself. All these times, when you’d smile at him or respond to his usual flirting with you own usual blank expression and wittiness. He just couldn’t help it, even if he tried, and it was certain that he never truly tried. He had wasted too much time acting subtle and discreet when the only thing he wanted was to drop to his knees and worship the very group you walked on.

But it was fine. Because now, he would catch up on years of missed opportunities and do everything his dreams had him hoping for. He would show you exactly how much he meant it when he said that it was never boredom.

~

As soon as he dropped you on the mattress, he did not waste a second trying to be subtle or gentle with you. He promised to make you feel and would do good on his promise, but he couldn’t think straight currently. All of you was made to ruin him and be ruined by him in return.

He watched your body bounce on the bed and for a second, processed exactly what he intended on doing to you, his cock twitching at the simple memory of your plump ass sitting right on the perfect spot and pulling the plug on any rational thought. At first, he came here to check on you honestly, but seeing you in your pretty silk shorts and tank top, he wanted nothing more than be the reason you wouldn’t be thinking or walking straight for the next few days.

He all but ripped his shirt off, and let it fall to the floor before dropping to his knees and pulling you towards the edge of the bed. You would be lying if you said that this little display of strength didn’t make your dripping cunt throb in desperation. You never wanted to be used so much in your life, ready to do anything to feel.

You pushed your legs apart without his help and were ready to hide your face when he looked at you with amusement and terribly hidden desire. He was amused but nothing had ever made him this hard in his life. He could feel his pulsating cock begging to be freed, pushing against his zipper and desperately trying to reach that sweet pussy of yours. He could see it, the juices dripping out of you and soaking your pretty shorts. He pushed them to the side and practically came on the spot when he came face to face with your exposed core.

You slept with this, and this only. No underwear and had greeted him at the door with this as the only thing covering you.

Wrapping his hands around your full thighs, he pulled you closer, burying his nose between your legs and inhaling the scent of your soaked pussy.

“Fuck Sunshine… Smells like fucking heaven… And bet it tastes even better. Tell me, do you want me to give it a taste ? That would make you feel good, do you want to try ?”

You could barely speak a word, your cunt doing the thinking for you when you pushed it closer to his face. His lips grazed the wet fabric and you let out a cry of pleasure. This was all you needed to truly feel pleasure ? God, he’d truly ruin you in no time.

Tightening his fingers around your flesh, he forced you to stay still and looked straight into your eyes with a commanding gaze.

“I said that you had to tell me sweetheart. Use that pretty brain of yours, and speak. Or do you just want me to leave, since you’re not communicating ?”

“No !” You exclaimed, genuinely worried that he would leave you without touching you. “P-Please… Please Mitch… I’m so… So wet… I n-need more… Please, touch me more…”

Your pleading voice sounded like a melody falling straight from heaven down his dick and erasing just a little more rational thinking out of his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his go of one of your thigh to stuff his free hand down the front of his jeans. Fuck, this wouldn’t be enough. He frantically pulled it out to unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper, quickly freeing his large member and letting out a groan into your cunt.

You let out another cry of pleasure, feeling the vibrations of his deep voice inside you. Letting out little moans of pleasure at his closeness to your core, you couldn’t help but grind against your sheets, feeling your pussy spread around your tiny shorts and give you a little bit of the friction you asked for. You completely forgot about the man in front of you and started grinding against the sheets, shamelessly moaning his name as if he was the one doing anything.

He watched you, hand wrapped around his thick cock and jerking himself off to you as if he was a in high school again. He dreamt of being able to see you pleasure yourself before, but this was beyond any of his dreams. Gripping on the sheets with one hand, he knew he was done for when you used your second hand to spread your folds open and give him the perfect view of your modesty.

“Mitch… F-Fuck, Mitch please… Please… More, please, gimme more…” You sobbed, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

His hand tightened around his girth, slowly moving up and down and letting his thumb move over his tip. Fuck, he was hard, beyond hard, he was ready to bust with barely any contact. He wasn’t a difficult man when it came to sex, but you were making him and easy one. Easy to please and ruin. The kind that would only ever find pleasure in his hand because the girl of his dreams was too far away from him.

You spread your thighs even wider, giving him space to dive in and rub his nose wherever he wanted. You skin was as soft as those fucking shorts, so tender and easy to mark. He inhaled your scent and quickly kissed your inner thigh tenderly. You looked down on him and your cunt quivered when both your eyes met. He kept kissing you, so gentle and sweet, you felt like you were made of fine china. You could feel his tongue lick off the wetness that had dripping down your legs earlier.

Without paying much attention, you found yourself running a hand through his hair tenderly. He groaned loudly, trying to keep in his moans. You could hear the sound of his cock going back and forth into his hand as he fucked his fist at an increasing speed. The contrast between the eagerness from earlier and your sudden tenderness gave you whiplash and you felt dizzy all of the sudden, but you couldn’t on the opportunity to keep watching him pleasure himself.

“You like that huh ? You like watching me fuck my hand in front of you ? Making me go crazy and now you’re all sweet and gentle.” He groaned, his voice sounding strained.

You were quickly brought back to the initial state of things when his lips were replaced by his teeth and you felt a new kind of pain, the pleasurable kind. The sharp pain you felt when he took bit your inner thigh only made your insides wetter and your mind fuzzier. You were breathing loudly, letting the feeling pass while he stood up. His warm hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to his exposed cock.

“Open up. And keep your eyes on me. I want you to show me exactly what you feel with your eyes, okay Sunshine ? You’re going to show me how good you feel gagging on my cock.” He ordered with a playful grin.

You obeyed mindlessly, opening your mouth and letting his cock slide in, rubbing your tongue slowly and letting you taste him. You moved to get on your knees on the bed and help onto his waist, your eyes never looking away from his. He caressed your nape as a silent praise, you were truly ready to let him do whatever he chose to do.

You had slept with men before, but none could rival with Mitch and his size. The feeling of being so full, you might explode, you now knew it. His bulbous tip pushed into the back of your throat, making you tear up at the slight lose of air. You tried to adjust but no matter what, he would be too big to fit. Probably seeing the dilemma in your eyes, he smiled tenderly and caressed your cheek.

“It’s okay Sunshine, don’t force yourself too much. Take your time and do what you want with me. I just want to see how you react to it, okay ?” His smile made your heart swoon, this man would kill you.

Starting off slow, you quickly lost yourself in the pleasure you felt from having him in your mouth. You dug your nails in his flesh, pushing him further down your throat as your sucked on his thick length as if no one was watching. He felt so big, you would suffocate at any wrong move, but none of that mattered when your body only wanted his cum to fill your stomach. You wanted to feel all that thick cum drip down your throat and fill you up like you’ve never been filled before. You wanted to have the memories and the remnants of his presence inside you.

You were going faster and faster, your soft lips wrapping nicely around his girth and sucking on his flesh with all you had. The sounds of suction were flooding your head as well as the sounds he was making, his groans and slight desperate whisperers making your pussy wetter than ever. You needed more, his cock wasn’t enough, you needed all of him inside you.

You tried to suck him deeper than your body allowed, feeling his invade your entire being. If you could see yourself, eyes crossed and fingers gripping on him as you grinded against your bedsheets, begging for pleasure as if you’d been deprived for years. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, you had been deprived by your incapacity to feel lust. But now you could feel and you wouldn’t let it go to waste.

Mitch watched attentively, basking in the pleasure you felt and made him feel. Those lips, he dreamt of them, but seeing you suck his dick like it was your mission on Earth did something vile to his brain. He gripped on your nape and started meeting your movements, pushing himself into your mouth in sync with you. You were quick to respond with loud moans, all of them echoing around his cock.

You giving him your all and even more than what he had asked for. He could see you enjoying yourself and begging for more. Quickly, the gurgling sounds of your drool filled your mouth and dripped to the side, all over your chin. This was the vision. He couldn’t control himself anymore, letting himself truly fuck your mouth full of him.

Soon, you weren’t moving anymore, the man in front of you doing all the work as he fucked your throat into oblivion and made sure to use you as much as he could. The sounds of his sack hitting your face filled the room and resonated around with your muffled moans and his own groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, feel that Sweetheart ? Feel his deep I am ? Bet you can barely breath… Fuck, that’s it, that’s good baby, that’s good… You’re taking my cock so good… I gotta cum Sweets… I needa cum in that pretty throat… You’ll let me huh ? You’ll let me fill your belly up with me ? Might cover your face too… Yeah, I’ll cover you pretty face…” He sounded close to cumming and you had never been so eager before to being covered in cum, but this wasn’t anyone. This was Mitch, and you’d only take it from him.

Your body felt like jello when he pulled your face closer to his lower stomach, your nose grazing his pelvis. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt his spend fill up your insides. He pulled out to cover your face, like promised and watched the white substance drip all over your skin. He stayed still, grabbing the base of his cock on one hand, and his balls in the other, rubbing his tip over your lips and smeared his cum on your skin.

When he was done, he admired you, looking as pretty as ever on your knees, nipples as hard as diamonds as they poked through the fabric of your top, legs shaking softly and your eyes looking dazed and confused. You looked up to him and swallowed every drop of cum in your mouth, licking as much as you could off of your face. He grinned, grabbing your jaw and cleaning his cum off of your face with his thumb before stuffing it in your mouth. You eagerly licked it off and swallowed proudly. He leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, feeling a sudden surge of romanticism running through his body. You responded by grabbing his shoulders softly and kissed him back, a soft sob coming out of you.

The kiss was as tender as it looked, delicate, as if he was trying not to hurt you of spook you after the multiple previous events. He pulled away, smiling honestly when you moaned in displeasure, holding onto him tighter and pursing yor lips for one more kiss. You wanted more kisses, you needed more.

“Please Mitch… Just one more…” You begged, and fuck, he knew he was absolutely gone for you but not that badly. He was ready to fold as soon as his name came out of your mouth, ready to do whatever you desired.

“I’ll kiss you as much as you want Sunshine, I promise. There’s nothing more that I want. But first I wanna put my mouth over that sweet cunt of yours. It’s been calling my name for days now and I really need to taste you. You’ll let me ?” You nodded and he smiled, dropping to his knees again. “Then, undress for me Sweetheart. And take your time, I want to see it all. I need to carve it in my memory for the future.”

You obeyed like the good girl you had shown yourself to be earlier. You started with your top, throwing it on the floor and letting him admire your soft tits bounce at your movements. He wanted to have them in his mouth too now. You proceeded with your shorts, letting him see how truly soaked they were before you tossed them to the side. You bent sat on the bed and parted your legs open for him to truly take you in.

He licked his lips, rubbing his fingers over your folds and pressing your clit with his thumb. The little yelp that followed fell straight down his girth, standing straight and ready for the next parts. You covered your mouth and he glared at you, prompting you to obediently take your hands off.

“Don’t ever try and cover your sounds. I want to hear all you have to say, always. Do you hear me ?”

“Y-Yes… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re still new to this. Don’t apologize for doing something without thinking or instinctively.”

The softness in his voice was still making your insides melt, but so were his words. He understood how you worked and responded accordingly. This was a first for you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Tell me when it gets too much, okay ?” He ordered.

You nodded, waiting eagerly for him to do what he had in mind.

Without wasting anymore second, he pushed two fingers between your folds, making you sob in pleasure. You looked down on him and crossed his gaze while he stayed still, he was waiting for you. You took a deep breath before nodding, ready for him to proceed. You had the time to prepare yourself for more and you did good doing so, his thumb pressing on your clit and making your entire body jerk in surprise. Who would’ve expected you to be so sensitive ?

You covered you mouth as a reflex, surprised by the obscene sounds coming out of your own mouth. You’d been quick to forget Mitch’s previous orders clearly, the man punishing you instantly by pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy until it was swollen and leaking out of control, not that you had any in the first place. You could only cry out a little more at each slap, begging for him to stop but pushing yourself towards his fingers everytime he thought of stepping away.

“Sweetheart, I won’t be telling you again. Your hands, off of your pretty face. Or do you want me to tie you up ?” He watched you genuinely debate the proposition in your head and smiled tenderly. He got up and kneeled on the bed to lean towards your face before kissing your cheek. “I’ll remember that for next time, don’t burn your neurons trying to answer.”

You nodded slowly, feeling your heart thumping loudly at the thought of doing it again with him. You hadn’t even gone all the way yet that you were already excited for the next time.

You watched him get back on his knees and smile at you tenderly, as if that would soften the effects of what he was about to do to you. You wanted to respond to his smile with your own but quickly forgot the idea when his fingers slid back in you, this time to part you open. In an instant, you were twisting and shaking in pleasure, feeling his flat tongue lick a long strip along your dripping folds. He was looking at you, you could feel his eyes on you, but it didn’t matter, not when you felt like you’d pass out from this alone.

Your hand dove into his black curls, pulling on them at each new lick from him. You could feel his organ invade your insides and suck on your slick covered flesh, sucking in your juices loudly. Your moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room, competing against the sounds he was making while buried between your beautiful legs. The soft burn of his facial hair made you entire body shake, the feeling the beard leaving marks along your sensitive core and inner thigh.

If you could see yourself right now, you’d understand why his actions became frantic and practically desperate. The view of your body, arched to perfection to give him a view of your tits while he devoured you was ruining any kind of control he found pride in having. His cock was as hard as stone, leaking heavy drops of cum and begging to empty itself inside you. He’d never been this weak before, this sensitive to anyone. You were truly going to be it for him and his entire body was embracing the idea of submitting itself to you.

Pulling a finger out of you, Mitch licked the slick off of it and rubbed it around your clit, smiling against your core when you wrapped your legs around his neck and tightened your hold on him. He could choke to death in that instant and would be perfectly fine with it, ready to die if it was by your hands, or by your thighs if we were being accurate.

He let you grip onto his scalp and hold him still, pushing his tongue inside you while you fucked yourself on his face shamelessly. He could feel your insides wrap around him and drip sweetness all in his mouth. He had never felt that much while going down on a woman, but here you were, pushing him to his limits, making him moan praises and pleas for you to keep using him.

“M-Mitch ! Fuck, Mitch, God… I-I…” You tried to express what he already knew, feeling you pull away from him. Absolutely not, Mitch wasn’t having it. Not when you were right there, ready to pop. There was no way he was going to let you waste another opportunity for him to taste and smell you keep your scent etched into his growing beard.

He wrapped his large hands around your thighs and held you tight and as close as humanly possible to his face, letting you right your high on him. It took everything in him to not cum on the spot , God, you were killing him.

For the first time ever, you felt the pleasure of cumming with a man’s tongue pushed deep inside you. You felt like your organs were exploding in thousands of little fireworks, burning everything in their way slowly while you could only quiver and cry out for more. You could feel Mitch suck in your cum and feast on your sensitive core while you tried your best to survive what had just happened. Your legs felt like jello, deprived of strength and hanging loosely around the man’s shoulders in defeat.

In a sudden boost of submissiveness, you let out a little sound of pleasure, and ran your hand along your thighs and stomach before reaching your breasts that you squeezed vigorously. You knew he was watching, God, his gaze and attention was the only thing you wanted at the moment. You wanted him to watch you pleasure yourself to the memories of him and his tongue inside your pussy, already giving up freedom to give yourself to him. How addictive was sexual pleasure when you could actually fell it, right ?

While you played with your tits, pressing and pinching your sensitive nipples, his hands gripped on your but, tightening his hold around you possessively. A part of him had just started to wonder where you had learned such things. To him, you were still the girl he met through his annoying sister. Young and beautiful, taking shit from no one, and considered difficult by too many people to fond a boyfriend who would actually be worthy of her feelings and emotions.

She must’ve learned these things somewhere, with someone. Multiple someones even. And that thought made his blood boil and his ego fly up at the speed of a rocket. His long cock couldn’t stop vibrating at the thought of marking you inside out, making your pretty pussy as his and marking himself as yours.

To busy in his thoughts, scheming his little plan, he hadn’t noticed your eyes on him, and what you said next gave him what felt like a heart attack.

With your legs parted wide and your eyes barely opened, either out of exhaustion or lust (or both), you have him another look at your pussy, taking a life of its own and opening up under his insistant gaze.

“Mister Firefighter... Are you going to fuck me now ? I want to feel your cum drip inside my pussy… She wants a taste of you too…”

Mitch Rapp wasn’t a believer. Fairytails and hold folklore and mystical creatures, he didn’t care about them. But in that moment, you gave him the proof that sirens existed and that he was about to lose his life to one.

The next seconds turned into a blur, either because of how fast the events went or because you had managed to unlock pure desperation out of Mitch. He was quick in him movements, jumping on the bed and placing himself between your legs. He was already holding your wrists, pinned them to the mattress and kissed you as if his life depended on it. His tongue felt warm in your mouth, exploring all the surfaces in you and swallowing your soft moans at the same time.

Tasting your plump lips again, but more thoroughly this time, his body moved too. You could feel him rub the thick tip of his cock along your folds, smearing the drops of cum leaking out of him all over your gaping cunt.

His mouth descended towards your neck, biting pieces of flesh and sucking on the on his way down. His real target were your tits, soft sweet, ready to be devoured too. Mitch was slowly getting closer to a beast than a man with you under him. He’d never felt this kind of hunger before, desperate to taste all of you. He looked into your eyes, thinking about it for a second before dropping his face in the crook of your neck in a chuckle. He kissed on your skin tender, his fingers playing with your nipples as well.

You watched him kiss the valley of your breast and leave bite marks around your flesh. Your body was covered in them now. Just a little more and you might’ve actually been eaten alive. He grinded against you, both centers of your body heating up on the other and ready to truly feel it. His lips quickly found the center of your chest and sucked on them, his eyes entirely on your body while yours were on him.

Your hand found his hair again, caressing it tenderly while he enjoyed himself. It was supposed to be about studying your feelings and emotions but looked like Mitch was lost in his own. You pulled him away from your breasts, still breathing out little moans when his fingers went back to doing the work.

“Please Mitch… Don’t want to cum without you inside me… Please…” You pleaded softly, trying to form a coherent sentence while you could feel his throbbing cock begging for the same.

He caressed your face and smiled, sliding his hand around your neck and squeezing in a possessive grip.

“See what you do to me Sweetheart ? This was supposed to be about you but fuck… Fuck, I need to taste all of you… I have too many ideas for you, too much shit I want to do…” You exhaled, looking down on his own length and guiding the tip to play with your swollen folds. He kept teasing for a few seconds, enjoying the sounds you made when desperate, before stopping and leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry Sunshine. You’ll get fucked properly in a second, I’m just making a list of what we’re trying out next.”

Your nod was instantly replaced by a gasp and your entire body shaking in a second. You looked down, seeing his fat cock push inside your dripping hole and felt yourself melt from the inside out. His width kept expanding, pushing your walls further apart. Despite being still, raised straight and holding your legs apart, you could feel his girth mold your pussy around him. He was truly ruining you flr everyone else.

When your breathing slowed down, he pulled out slowly, chuckling when you cried out in displeasure. His hand found your cheek to caress it tenderly before stuffing his tongue between your lips out of nowhere.

He repeated the motion, pulling out of you and sliding back in slowly before picking up a rhythm, the kind that left you speechless. As he started fucking into you, the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours started resonating louder and louder.

“M-Mitch ! Feels so… So good ! P-Please ! Please more ! More !” You moaned, your hands gripping on the sheets as if you were scared of falling down without them.

His own fingers dug into your soft flesh, his cock pounding harder into you each time you’d let him hear how good he made you feel. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth in the most obscene of symphony wasn’t just a boost to his ego, it all went straight to his heart and into his dick. There was something deadly about the vision of you, laying under him, taking his abuse of your pussy to perfection.

He leaned back, watching the way your pussy would swallow him whole, taking every inch of him and begging for more. None of his dreams could even compete with having you really here. He couldn’t even count the amount of time he’d dreamt of fucking you, no, making love to you. It could possibly be expected from a teenager, hell he even dreamt that his hands were yours when he needed relief. But a grown man having wet dreams about his sister’s best friend on her knees for him, that had to be weird.

“Good, Sunshine, good girl… Taking me to perfection… Greedy little pussy, you just wanted me to fuck you silly huh Sweetheart ? Wanted to feel my cock buried all the way inside your tiny body huh ? You needed me to make you feel better than good, answer me.” He groaned into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving your body at however he pleased.

“Y-Yes ! Yes, God, yes ! Yes, yes ! M-Make… Make me feel ! Please !” You sobbed, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.

Better than a simple display of strength, Mister Firefighter was treating your body like it was made of plastic, light and ready to be filled to the brim. Was he crazy for wanting to see his cum drip down your thighs ? Maybe, maybe not. All he knew is that he’d give you exactly what you were asking for.

Moving your body effortlessly, he spun you around, laying you flat on your chest and raising your hips while he grabbed handfuls of your ass to guide you under him. He looked down on you, his hand caressing your exposed back and your nape. With your face buried in the pillows, back arched and presenting yourself to him, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

He leaned over you, moving his hand from your hips to your swaying breast that he grabbed and played with, squeezing vigorously. Raised your head, turning it slightly and facing him. His nose rubbed your cheek, inhaling your scent just like he was used to.

His breathing was loud and so were his soft moans of pleasure. He kissed you, as passionately as before, all the sounds coming from your body being swallowed by the other. You pulled away to breath in, your head getting cloudier by the second.

“Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, fuck ! Fuck, I-… I…”

He heard and understood you, being in a similar situation himself. His kisses on your neck started again, his warm palm founding your stomach and pressing into it. There it was, the feeling of his tip invading your entire being. He fucked into you harder, the sounds of his sack slapping against your cunt and probably making it even more sensitive. He was ruthless, fucking you like he had years of repressed desires to make up for.

He stood straight, still pounding the life out of your dripping pussy, and grabbed your ass again, parting it wide and viewing the way his cock would come in and out. If he could, he’d take pictures or even paint them himself from memory. There was no way he’d forget that vision now.

“I’m cumming too Sunshine… I’ll fill you up real nice, I promise…” He swore, throwing his head back and pushing himself just a little more, his release getting closer and closer.

“Yes, yes, yes ! Please, please give me ! Give me your cum Mitch, please ! Oh, God ! F-Feels so good ! Oh fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck !”

You were losing your mind, his balls slapping your sensitive skin and even reaching your clit. You were desperate for more, starved for it, so much so that you had even started pushing yourself towards him, meeting his thrusts and parting your legs even wider.

“My greedy little cum slut, fuck, I can’t… Can’t hold it Sweetheart…” He grunted loudly, making your pussy vibrate in submission around him.

Then, it came. The flood. For the first time, in your life, and the second (or third, your brain was too fuzzy to keep up) time tonight, you came around him while he was cumming into you. Hard and messy, you both coated the other of your arousal. It felt hot and was truly sipping through each corner of your insides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you collapsed into the pillows and took in every drop he let out inside you.

His own girth was getting soaked by your sweet juices. He watched his cum spill out of you and drip down your inner thighs, just like he had dreamt. He watched you, mesmerized by your submissiveness, his member jerking back to life when you tightened around him. He kept going back and forth into your canal, making sure that his cum wouldn’t go to waste.

You turned your face towards him, reaching for his lower stomach weakly. He groaned, smiling tenderly when you scraped his chest attempting to get him to stay still and with you. Your legs were still shaking and

“You need more already Sunshine ? Barely able to think straight and you already want more huh ?” He mocked playfully. You hid your face in the pillows and it was his turn to swoon internally. He leaned over your back, teasing you by slowly rolling his hips. “Don’t worry Sunshine. Mister Firefighter is going to give you as muck cock as you want.”

~

Mitch truly was a man of his words, and he was also a cuddler. After rounds after rounds, you had finally decided to stop, or at least, kind if stop.

Still buried deep inside you, he caressed your sides while you laid still and silent on top of his chest. After you had shown him you could ride him like a mechanic bull, he couldn’t let you escape that easily. His fingers felt good on you, soothing all of the pain you could feel. He did admit going a little too hard on you, but your face when overstimulated just… Irresistible.

You purred into the crook of his neck, kissing his collarbones and biting on them when you had the strength. You were content, you knew it, that was what joy felt like and you knew it thanks to the man kissing the crown of your head tenderly.

“I hope you’re aware that I’m not tolerating anymore running away Sweets. I’ll chase you all over the world if I have too. Be warned.”

You chuckled, raising yourself slightly to face him. You smiled, taking hold of his face and kissing his nose.

“You told me you loved me thirty minutes ago and you’re already okay with following me around the world ?”

“Obviously. I loved you since high school if you don’t remember. I was just waiting for you to stop running away here.”

“And all it took was for my workplace to catch on fire. Nice.” You mumbled against his chest.

You both laid there, in silence. Basking in the comfortable loving bubble you had both built around each other. Yeah, you were great.

“By the way, be careful when calling me Mister Firefighter. I might do something crazy like fuck you in uniform.”

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~ Maybe I am - D.O ~

summary: Dylan accompanies Y/N to her high school reunion.

pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1,461

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

"Y/N you can't just not go to your high school reunion, it's been 5 years what about all the friends you had that you miss?" Dylan asks as he's laid down on the couch in Y/N 's trailer in between shoots. Even though he's not looking at her he can tell she's glaring at him considering they'd been best friends since the start of the show in 2011. As he turns his body to sit up Y/N remained to glare at him with one eyebrow raised.

"I can not go to a high school reunion." She says shaking her head and looking back at her computer trying to ignore the nagging Dylan who is judging her from a distance.

"Why not? You're in a TV show and I'm your best friend so you're clearly going to rock it." The more Dylan nags the more Y/N realizes she could go but at the same, she would probably rather die than see anyone she went to school with.

"No, you don't understand I wasn't popular, in the slightest. I was the weird loner who wore superhero shirts every day and was part of the drama club and always swore she was going to be an actress. Stereotypical weirdo loner. Not like cute season 1 Stiles where the popular girl doesn't notice me but is still cute. The people at my school were the worst and that will not have changed." Y/N says laughing as she finishes her mini-rant. As she stops ranting she looks up at Dylan who is still smirking at the fact she called him cute. As soon as Y/N realized why Dylan was smirking she grabbed the pillow that she was resting on and threw it at his face hitting him in his nose.

"I'll go if you go," Y/N announces shocking Dylan with her proposal. Although he's taken aback by the ask he's also glad that out of everyone she wants him to be there.

"I didn't go to that high school wh-"

"Just pretend to be my date," Y/N asks with a smile which makes Dylan laugh at the sight off. He knows he's gonna say yes because why not meet some of her old friends? If she had any?

2 days had passed and Y/N was currently stood in her old bedroom in front of a full-length mirror as she slightly shakes with anxiety at the thought of being back in her old school again. The dress she wore she kept from one of the parties Holland had dragged her too so obviously the dress was fabulous. The invitation didn't really state HOW to dress but Y/N remembers the people she used to be in school with so she chose a black, off the shoulder, a thigh-high dress that stuck to all of her curves. The black 4" ankles boots complimented the figure and made her legs look slimmer and she put the final touches of her hair and makeup together.

The closer the time got to need to be there the weaker her legs felt, although Hollywood is scary nothing will ever compare to high school, and being back there makes her so afraid. As she finally walked into the living room everyone stopped to stare. Her mom looked at her with wide eyes and a proud smile. Her father just looked at his little girl adoringly knowing how afraid she was. Dylan couldn't do anything but smile, he's seen her at premieres and red carpets but he always had the same reaction. It was like he was seeing her for the first time every time and he was happy that she was his best friend.

"Okay, can we just leave now I'm starting to freak out?" Y/N laughs with her voice shaking. Dylan just mutters a yeah sure and stands up leaving the door open for Y/N.

"I'll have her back by 10, Miss (L/N)!" Dylan yells out from the car.

"Dylan you've known me for 5 years call me (Mom's name)!" Your mom yells back laughing at his reply.

The closer they got to the high school the more people Y/N started to recognize. As she rubs her hands together there are no words to describe her fears right now. Pulling into the parking lot made everything a lot worse more than she could describe. All Dylan did was hold her hand and give it a quick squeeze before stepping out of the car and walking around to Y/N's side to let her out of the car, or help her out he should say.

The pair just walked in silence inside the school but Dylan kept his hand intertwined with Y/N considering he had no idea where to actually go. He also couldn't deny that he loved holding hands with Y/N whether it was on or offset. The streamers lined the hallway and there were already people dotting the hallways next to what Dylan assumed to be their old lockers. They noticed Y/N and Dylan hand in hand and some stopped to even see if they knew who she was because they couldn't recognize her at first glance.

The hallway made it so much more surreal as there was a table full of pins with all the names on and sat at the table was the valedictorian smiling brightly.

"Hi, how can I help you today?!" She gleamed as Y/N just quietly searched through the names. She picked up the one with her name on it and just showed it to the girl while smiling.

"Oh my god Y/N! I thought you were in LA, I didn't expect you to answer my email!" She says standing up and hugging a shocked Y/N.

"Thank Emily I'm here so… I'm gonna get a drink. This is my plus one, his name is Dylan." Y/N says rather quietly before just walking away leaving Dylan to get his own name tag. As she stood with her back to the hall she just drank away at the punch hoping that someone somewhere had spiked the punch. Luckily enough someone had and she could tell. However, she was not drunk enough for what was about to happen. She turned around to see Dylan talking to some of the old jocks in her year, knowing that the Mets were a big supported team in this high school. Hearing him laugh made her smile widely looking at how happy he looks all dressed up. Then the moment arrived where she wished she'd been more intoxicated

"Y/N?" A male voice spoke behind her. As she slowly spun around recognizing the voice from behind her. She came face to face with her ex (Ex's name/ or crush). Trying to smile like she was happy to see him her entire body went stiff when he hugged her. However, she quickly loosened up when she did not react, no butterflies. Nothing.

"I'm happy to see you, it's been 5 years. How're you doing?" He asks smiling. There was never anything bad you could say about him because he always cared for Y/N. First love, kindest teenager ever. Even understood when she broke up with him before she left for Teen wolf.

"I'm great (Ex). I'm really glad to see you, you're doing well." Y/N smiles now knowing she's okay to talk without any awkward feelings in the way.

"Well it's been 5 years, I've now got a girlfriend who is actually here talking to…. the person you walked in with actually." He smiles. Y/N turned around to see Dylan talking to a lovely short blonde woman who is staring at (ex) with loving eyes as she's talking.

"Yeah that's Dylan, he's my costar on Teen Wolf, I've known him for 5 years now." Y/N smiles while looking off at Dylan who catches her eye and smiles at her from a distance.

"And you're in love with him." (Ex) chuckles while Y/N's head snaps back to his direction with wide eyes, "Don't try and deny you at least like him I can tell."

"How can you tell I've been talking to you for less than 5 minutes." Y/N seems almost defensive knowing that he's right no matter how much she says he's not.

"Because of the way you look at him, even from across the room. It was the way you used to look at me." (Ex) says not condescending but more as he cares for Y/N still, which he does. Y/N doesn't know what to say so she just looks towards Dylan as he's smiling and laughing. Dylan looks towards Y/N one more time and catches her looking at him and he smiles back at her waving slightly. The moment passed and Y/N finally realized he was telling the truth.

"Yeah… Maybe I am."

[fitzells]

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” with mitch please?

notes: first time posting smut on here, just a little rushed blurb that isn’t edited because it’s midnight and i just wrote it so pls keep that in mind. this isnt written that great because im exhausted but wanted to be active on here!!!!!! trying to get used to this whole smut thing before i post my long ass stiles fic with full smut in it (help im scared) honest feedback is appreciated!!!!! this was also posted on the mobile app so the layout is funky (im nervy to post this it’s my first one and it’s like 800 words or something because i was too tired to do full smut and also didn’t want to think of back story. CLEARING OUT OLD REQUESTS THEY ARE CLOOOSSSSEEEEDDD!

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

His breath was hot on your neck as his hands slid underneath the hem of your dress, your head tilting back, hitting the large mirror behind you. You hated how easily you gave into his touch, you both knew that all he had to do was click his fingers and you’d come running.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved how much you needed him; he took pride in knowing that he was the only person who could really look after you, but he truly did hate that he kept messing you around. He’d tried to deny his feelings for you ever since he’d met you; you guys would hook up sometimes, but once you’d realised that you were falling for him and he clearly wasn’t ready for taking that a step that big yet, you backed away. You didn’t pressure him, or try guilt him into asking you out; you simply told him that you wanted to be in a relationship with someone who could commit to being more than ‘friends with benefits’

So, if he supposedly didn’t have feelings for you; why would he care if you showed up to the bar he was a regular at, on a date? He’d been seething with jealousy from the moment you stepped into the bar, in that tiny dress; looking so beautiful. You were his, so why the fuck were you laughing at that idiots dumb joke?

He’d sent you a string of texts, ignoring the ‘leave me the fuck alone’ text he was given as a reply. He knew you, and he knew that you’d be waiting in that bathroom for him; because you were his, and he was yours.

“Could he?” He repeated, hiking your dress up past your hips, his hand travelling down to rub his fingers over your underwear. You bit down on your lip, so hard you were surprised you didn’t draw any blood. You rocked your hips down onto his hand, screwing your eyes shut as you pawed at his Henley.

“No, Mitch.” You whined, mouth hanging open as he pushed the lacy fabric of your underwear to the side, rubbing his fingers through your heat. He kissed at your neck, nipping at your jaw whilst he grinned at the sound of you whining for him. “No one can.”

An ego boost, one that you definitely would not have given him had you been able to focus on anything but him. A lazy smirk stretched at his lips as he tilted his head up, catching your glossy lips with his chapped ones. The kiss was almost torturous, just as teasing as the slow movements of his hand against your sex. You elicited a satisfied gasp when you felt him push two of his fingers deep inside you, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit in a way that felt so insanely amazing you involuntarily squealed against his lips.

His fingers curled as your kiss turned sloppier, teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other; neither of you necessarily cared that your strawberry flavoured lip gloss was all over his chin, or that there was an impressive hickey darkening on your clavicle; you were too wrapped up in one another to think about the consequences of your actions. His other hand pawed at your chest through the flimsy material of your dress, humming out a sound of approval against your lips when you shrugged the thin straps off your shoulders.

He pulled your pretty bra down just enough to free your breasts from their confines, toying with the fleshy mounds as he drilled his fingers deep into you. His lips moved from your mouth reluctantly, pressing open gentle kisses down your jaw, the softness of his lips contrasting greatly to the way his fingers were completely wrecking you. He sucked another hickey on your neck, groaning as you pressed him in close to you, locking your legs around his waist.

You allowed yourself to get lost in him, emptying your head of all things that weren’t Mitch. All you could smell was his cologne as you nuzzled your head in his shoulder, and you shut your eyes once more; getting wrapped up in him. He grunted, his hand dropping from his eager assault on your breasts to wrap it around your neck, tugging your head back to come face to face with him.

“Keep your eyes on me baby.” His whispered, kissing your lips gently before he was sliding his hand down your neck, his fingers toying with them once more. You arched your back into him, your hands journeying up to grip at his hair, giving it a firm tug. He’d always liked that, when you’d pull at his hair; it drove him absolutely wild, once you did that, he was putty in your hands. You both knew that. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

Your eyes rolled back, feeling completely withered at the feeling of his hands and the sound of his voice. Mitch Rapp was going to be the death of you. You emitted a particularly desperate scream once you felt his fingernails scrape that spot that drove you wild, and he knew he hit the jackpot.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Be my good fucking girl.” He groaned into you, grabbing your jaw and turning it back to face him. He knew you were close, and he didn’t want to miss a second of it. You weren’t even mumbling proper words, just whining babbled up versions of his name that differed everytime they fell past your swollen lips. He was rocking his hips into yours as his fingers drove into you relentlessly, and you swore you could feel a tear roll down your cheek at the feeling of him surrounding you.

“C’mon.” He muttered, his hand still gripping your jaw tightly as he watched you cup your breasts in your hands, arching your back in pure pleasure as you let out exhausted whimpers and whines into the cool air of the bathroom.

“Cum for me, give me everything you got, baby; I’ve got you.” He continued, your glazy eyes never leaving his; he ignored the ache beginning to become apparent in his hand, wanting you to reach your high right now, in front of him. “I’ve always got you.”

With that, you let out something between a satisfied whine and a desperate scream, clenching around his thick fingers as you tried to focus on not blacking out from the sensation, your head fell forward onto his shoulder whilst he helped you ride out your high. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth and releasing them with a pop and an insatiable groan. He fixed your dress, patted at your makeup and raked his hands through your hair.

“You wanna get out of here, Rapp?” You queried against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck as he helped you off the counter, allowing you to lean on him for support once he noticed your twitching legs.

He nodded slowly, a cocky little grin painting his face while he watched you with narrow eyes. “What are we gonna do about your little date, huh? I can’t kill another guy for you out of jealousy.”

He elicited a protesting whine as your foot kicked his shin, holding his large hands up in surrender whilst he chuckled lowly. “Kidding, never killed anyone in your honour. May have put a few in hospital though.”

“Mitch!” You hissed, weakly pushing away from him when he wrapped you up into his arms carefully; pressing soft kisses to your face. “I told him to go home after your ninth text. Said I was going to puke my guts up in the bathroom.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your hairline before spinning you around and guiding out out of the dingy bar. He walked you through the bar, your back pressed firmly against his chest.

“So,” He breathed into your ear. “Your place or mine?”

[ohwowimlonley]

DAY SIXTEEN

Mitch Rapp + exhibitionism kink

[warnings - husband!dom!mitch, sub!fem!reader, smut, oral (f rec), exhibitionism]

[word count - 970]

[kinktober list]

Honeymooning with Mitch in Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star hotel with floor to ceiling windows in the main bedroom of your honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia.

All this can only mean one thing. He knows it. You know it. It’s only a matter of time before it happens. 

“Good morning,” you turn to face your new husband, blinking away the grogginess from your tired eyes - you still don't understand how Mitch can go through an almost thirty hour flight and not have jet lag.

“Hello there, Mrs Rapp,” he leans forward and pushes his lips against your own, not caring a lick for either of your morning breaths. 

“Hello there, Mr Rapp,” you pause, raise your eyebrow, then let out a short giggle, “your name hasn’t changed,”

“No,” he agrees with a chuckle, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before throwing the quilt from his body and getting out of bed, naked as the day he was born. 

You sit up with a blush, nearly choking on your spit as he shoots you a cheeky wink before disappearing into the bathroom. 

By the time he emerges, you’ve finally managed to haul yourself from the comfort of the bed and shuck your now crumpled pyjamas, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace panties.

“Whoa,” he comes up to you from behind, wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against your ass. His growing cock bumps against the intricate pattern, staining it with a thick glob of his precum, “I haven’t seen these before,”

He snaps the elasticated material against your skin, chuckling at your surprised squeal. Mitch spins you around, one hand coming up to tip your chin up, leaning down and almost kissing your lips - you duck your head to the side at the last second, letting his lips hit your cheek.

“Calm down, muchacho. I need to brush my teeth before you get all… freaky with me,” you sass, brushing past him with a bump of your hip on his. He catches you before you can dart behind the door, pulling you in for a rough kiss, licking filthily into your mouth and pulling back with a bite to your bottom lip.

“Hurry up in there,” he releases you with a swift slap to your behind, watching as your breasts bounce softly in the air as you walk. The door clicks softly behind you, and you set about your morning routine (maybe slightly rushing through it with your excitement).

He’s waiting for you when you come out, sitting with his legs spread on the loveseat just in front of the california king bed you’d both slept in last night. He shakes his knee - an invitation, you realise. In seconds, you're sitting sideways over his thighs, leaning into his broad chest. Butterfly kisses are muttered over the side of your neck, and you loll your head to the side, exposing more of your sensitive skin to his hungry lips.

“I think we need to talk about the windows,” you blurt, turning to face your new spouse with slightly widened eyes. Neither of you had said it out loud yet.

“Whatever do you mean, princess?” He pouts innocently. Oh, so he’s playing that game. The ‘see how long I can provoke my wife before she bursts into a flaming pile of embarrassment so I can take pity on her’ game. 

“Mitch,” you pester, hiding your face away in the crook of his neck, “you know what I want, just- just-”

“Just give it to you?” He supplies, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, “Right in front of that big fuckin’ window? Where everyone can see you?”

A pathetic, whimpery sort of sound tumbles past your kiss-swollen lips. Mitch seems to sympathise for you, hooking his arms around your waist and carrying you like a ragdoll towards the colossal windows. He sets you down with a kiss to your head.

“Face it,” he gives you a gentle push to your shoulder, encouraging you to push yourself against the pristine glass. You comply easily, gasping at the frozen touch of the glass against your pert nipples. Mitch grasps at your hips, pulling and pushing until he deems your position good enough. 

“Mmm- Mitch-” you gasp as he all but tears the flimsy material from your shaking body with his hurry to get his hands all over you. As soon as your body is wholly naked for him, Mitch can’t help but let his fingers dive into the warm folds of your excited cunt, slipping up to the hood of your clit and giving it a harsh pinch.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy, ‘nd you’re gonna look out the pretty window and wave to all the people lookin’ at you whinin’ like a bitch for me,” he mutters into the shell of your ear, pressing himself against your ass for a few long moments, savouring the delicious pressure of his cock against the small of your back before forcing himself to pull back and drop down to his knees.

“Give em a smile for me, babygirl,”

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[harringtonstilinski]

You’re So Annoying - Stilinski Twins (Smut)

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (platonic), Mitch Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 7,311 Warnings: fluff, angst Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU |Established Relationship | Break Up ; Back Together | Enemies to Lovers | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; (i added it to my own accord) sort of dom!mitch, m+f, protected, oral (f receiving) Requested: Yes! It turned smutty, but I hope it meets your expectations, and I apologize once again for spending forever on this, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! This is my first attempt at writing Stilinski Twins, so I hope you like this! Mitch’s attitudes are based off him in the movie; soft!mitch and hardass!mitch. The tattoos are ones I want and one I have (the puzzle piece), so that part is more so for me… BUT! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! I’ve never met someone so infuriating in my entire life!” you said, plopping down onto the bed.

Your best friend chuckled, looking up for a moment from his homework. “Do I know to whom you’re referring?”

Scoffing, you sat up, resting on your elbow and said, “You should. They’re your brother.”

Hanging his head, Stiles said, “Oh, no. Not this shit again.”

“Yes, this shit again!” you exclaimed. “I went to fucking walk in the damn door–”

“Did you at least knock?”

With your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, you looked at your best friend like he was crazy. “Wha–yes!”

He turned to look at you through his lashes, an unamused look on his face. “Y/N.”

Sighing exasperatedly, you plopped back down on Stiles’ bed, looking up at the ceiling. “What’s the point in having a key if I have to knock every time I come over?”

Chuckling quietly, Stiles shook his head, going back to his work. “So, what happened?”

“So, I opened the door, right, as one does, and I’m looking down ‘cause that’s what I do, and when I looked up, all I saw was fucking abs!” You sat up quickly, looking at the back of your best friend's head. “Abs, Stiles!”

“So, he was shirtless?”

“No! Because when I looked down, I saw his fucking dick!”

The bedroom door swung open then, Stiles’ twin brother, Mitch, walking into the room. “I was not naked!”

“I fucking knew it!” you exclaimed. “I knew you were listening.”

“It’s hard not to,” Mitch said. “You’re kinda fucking loud when you’re telling stories. Oh, by the way. How’d the other night go with that guy?”

Stiles turned around at that, looking between his brother and you, seeing tears building up in your eyes. Looking back at his brother, Stiles hissed, “Mitchell!”

Getting up off the bed, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the bedroom, saying to Mitch, “You’re an asshole,” before walking through their shared apartment and out the front door.

After Stiles heard the door slam shut, he looked at this brother, anger in his eyes. “The fuck, Mitch?”

“She really does talk loud, it’s not my fault.”

“But did you have to bring that guy up?” Stiles asked, looking expectantly at his brother. “What was your goal there?”

“To actually shut her the fuck up,” Mitch said, turning around and walking to his bedroom.

Stiles sat back in his chair, hands in his hair as he muttered to himself, “These two will be the death of me, I swear to fuck.”

~~~

It had been a couple days since you last talked to Stiles, or seen him, which is very odd for the two of you. Normally, the spazzy boy and yourself are joined at the hip! The only time you really ever saw Stiles was during your classes, but never outside of that.

While wiping a tear from your cheek, your phone dinged with a message. You looked at it, slightly chuckling to yourself at the message Stiles sent. 

Stiles: I know my brother’s an asshole, but you can’t stay away from ME forever. Lydia’s busy tonight, so why don’t you let me take you out for a friendship dinner? Just you and me.

You sighed to yourself, thinking over your answer before texting him back. Right after the text was sent, you got up off your bed to grab your clothes and towel to take a shower. After some much needed self care, you got dressed in your favorite outfit that you always wore, wearing your hair in beach curls and makeup on lighter side.

You grabbed your purse and stood in front of the mirror by your apartment door.

“Don’t you look snazzy?”

You looked at the redhead standing behind you in the mirror. “I’m going on a date.”

“Oh?” Lydia said. “With who?”

“Your spazz of a boyfriend,” you smiled. “Mitch was an ass the other day, so Stiles is taking me out.”

She looked puzzled, already having plans with the spazz. “I’m so confused.”

“He said you were busy tonight and that– he’s not taking me out is he?” At that, a knock sounded on the door, and since you were standing by the door, you answered it, an unimpressed look on your face.

“What?” the spazz asked.

“You know what,” you said, cocking an eyebrow. “You lied to me.”

“Lyds, you ready?” Stiles asked, looking over your head at his girlfriend.

“Yup,” she answered, shouldering her purse. As she passed you, she said, “Have fun!”

As they briskly walked away, you stared into the eyes of the twin you despised more than anything. You took a couple steps in the hallway, shouting at the couple, “You’re assholes!” Sighing deeply, you looked at Mitch, eyes glaring daggers into his own orbs. “You better have something special planned.”

Smirking, Mitch replied, “Oh, trust me. I do.”

~~~

“This is your something special?” you deadpanned. You looked at him through your lashes, not impressed with what he picked.

“What? You don’t like it?” he said.

You both looked at each other, facial expressions reading very different.

“Mitch,” you said, turning your body towards him, him copying. “You brought me to a tattoo shop!”

“You don’t like tattoos?” he asked, sarcastically.

“Alright, Stiles.”

Humor left his eyes as it was replaced with anger, stepping a little closer to you. “You know I don’t like being called by Stiles’ name.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You were being sarcastic, and that’s Stiles’ thing. Listen, can we just… I don’t know, go get something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Look next door,” he said, voice surprisingly soft.

You turned your head, seeing the food place next to the tattoo shop. “Don’t tell me. You planned, while not really planning on–”

“Taking you out to eat since Stiles lied about being the one taking you out.”

You looked at him, eyes soft. “Thanks.”

~~~

“I cannot believe you did that!” you exclaimed, storming into Mitch and Stiles’ shared apartment. “Why the fuck did you do that?!”

“He had it coming,” Mitch shrugged.

“Had it coming? What the fuck gives you the right to talk to someone like that?”

“He was being rude.” Mitch was being nonchalant about the situation. See, on the way back to your apartment complex, a guy that you knew and had a class with stopped you from walking into the building. Granted, he was drunk and he was being rude, but you couldn’t see that because all the guy asked you about was homework for one of your shared classes.

Mitch ended up getting in the guys face and telling him to fuck off or else the next thing he’s gonna be seeing is his fist coming at his face before hospital lights. Mitch then took you back to his apartment, where the argument is commencing.

“Rude? He was asking about homework!”

“He was drunk and trying to feel you up!” Mitch yelled.

When you both walked into the door, neither of you realized that the door was already unlocked. You went to reply to Mitch before you both heard banging followed by a loud moan.

“What the fuck?” you said, looking around the floor, finally realizing there were clothes scattered around, the materials belonging to Stiles and Lydia, who screamed out Stiles’ name. “I’m leaving.”

“Can I come with you?” Mitch asked. You looked at him, anger and rage flooding your own orbs. “Look, I don’t want to hear them fucking like rabbits all night.”

“Where do you normally go?” you asked.

“The Quad, but since the weather is getting colder at night, I really don’t want to be out there.”

Letting out a deep breath, you thought it over for a moment. “I have some Stiles’ pajama pants in one of my drawers. I’m more than sure they’ll fit.”

~~~

When the two of you arrived at your apartment, you never expected to be sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Mitch. Clad in pajamas, you both were snacking on popcorn while watching a movie.

“So, they’re not fucking?” 

“Ew, Mitch!”

“What?” he chuckled.

“That’s his mom!”

“Explain it to me again.”

You deeply sighed, pausing the movie. You turned your body towards the man, resting your elbow on the back of the couch. “Lorraine Baines is Marty McFly’s mom! She married George McFly, had David, Linda and then Marty. Right now, in the movie, he’s with his mom– a younger 50s version of his mom.”

He looked at you like he still didn’t understand anything you were saying.

“Just watch! They’re not fucking - ew -, but just watch.” You turned back to facing the television. While your attention was on the movie, Mitch’s attention was on you.

As he looked at you, he started to feel bad about the way he was treating you. It was unfair and he knew it. The only reason why he was acting shitty towards you was because you’d rather hang out with his brother than him.

While that wasn’t true at all, you never told him that. From the moment you two started bickering, you knew that trying to get through to him on anything wasn’t gonna go the way you wanted it to.

You also started to feel bad about the way you were treating him, but the only thing you were doing was matching his energy. You felt as if you couldn’t be civil with him while he was being an ass to you, so you decided to match his energy.

While your eyes were on the screen, your mind was elsewhere, thinking things about Mitch over. For what felt like the thousandth time that night, you sighed, turning your head slightly in Mitch’s direction. “Mitch?”

“Yeah?”  

“Can I ask you something, and you promise to be brutally fucking honest with me?”

“Sure.”

“Do you really hate me?” you asked, voice soft. You looked at him, seeing that his eyes were already on you.

Without missing a beat after your eyes locked, he answered, “No. I don’t.”

With your voice a near whisper, you asked, “Then why do you act like you do?”

He looked away from you to his knees, thinking his answer over before taking a breath. “I only acted, or act, that way because… well, because I guess I’m a little jealous.”

“Of what?” you asked, incredulously.

“Your friendship with my brother,” he whispered.

“Why would you be jealous of Stiles?”

Scoffing, he looked back up at you, turning his body towards you, much like how you did earlier in the evening. “Because he always got the girl, got the friends, everyone just gravitated towards him. Me? Everyone steered clear of me. Guess they took one look at me and said, you’re not as funny as Stiles. You have longer hair and facial scruff, that means you don’t value yourself. You don’t–”

“Fuck what everyone else thinks,” you exclaimed, interrupting him. “What they say shouldn’t matter.”

“But it does!”

“Why? Why does it matter? Mitch, you are your own person. You have your own style. So what if your hair is longer? I like longer hair on guys. I take that back, some guys it looks good on - like you! As for your facial scruff – hot damn, it makes you look ten times hotter than Stiles, because let’s face it, Stiles can’t grow facial hair for shit. That stunt you pulled earlier with the tattoo shop? I saw the humor burning in your eyeballs. Let me ask you this; do you shower?”

“Duh, who doesn’t?”

“Do you take care of your oral hygiene?”

“Value it.”

“Do you take time for yourself every once in a while?”

“Kinda.”

“You’re doing all those things, which means you value yourself. Fuck everyone else and their opinions. The only opinion that should matter is mine.”

Mitch was a bit taken aback at your comment. The only opinion that should matter is yours? What does that mean? He decided to voice his question. “What does that mean?”

“From here on out, we’re hanging. That includes, but not limited to; study dates, lunch dates, dinner dates. They’re not actual dates, though. We’d have to actually be dating for that. Feeling bored? Come on over, I’ll get you a spare key. Need someone to walk to classes with? I’m your girl. Someone has something to say? I’ll tell ‘em off.”

He started chuckling about halfway through your speech before he quieted down. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

He stuck his hand out, but pulled it back once your own got closer. “Don’t shake unless you mean it.”

Dumbfounded, you asked, “Did you just quote Disney to me?”

“Yes. My favorite as a kid was The Emperor’s New Groove. Now, you gonna shake my hand or what?”

Quietly chuckling, you put your hand in his, shaking it in agreement. What struck you as odd was the moment you put your hand in his, what felt like electricity went up your arm, making your hand warm in his. It felt like home.

Mitch cleared his throat, quickly retrieving his hand. “Can we, uhm… can we watch it?”

“The Emperor’s New Groove?”

He nodded his head, feeling ashamed to even be asking to watch a kid’s movie. You smiled, nonetheless and nodded your own head. You took the remote, finding the film on a streaming service. You both started on opposite ends of the couch before moving closer to each other, not realizing it.

When Lydia arrived home later that evening, the picture she saw on the couch shocked her to her core. She brought her phone out and took a picture of you and Mitch, sending it to Stiles. 

When Stiles heard his phone ding with a message, he opened his phone to look at the message Lydia sent. Instead of her telling him she was home, what he saw also shocked him to his core. A photo of you and Mitch, lying on the couch; him laying flat on his back with you in between his legs, ear on his chest with Mitch’s hands resting on your back with yours laying by his sides.

Stiles smiled at the picture, happy that his plan worked. He told his brother before the night started that he had a girl he wanted Mitch to meet, so naturally, Mitch agreed, never thinking that girl would be you and that you’d both would have a decent time together before falling asleep on your couch, watching an old Disney movie.

~~~

When you woke up the next morning, you first noticed a clothed chest before remembering the events from the night before. Nothing happened between you and Mitch, just an impromptu movie night due to Stiles and Lydia having some fun of their own.

You smiled to yourself, softly snuggling into Mitch’s chest, feeling his arms lightly tighten around your figure. He sighed against the top of your head, you doing the same to his chest.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning,” you responded.

After a few moments of silence, you heard Mitch quietly chuckle, prompting you to ask, “What’s so funny?”

“I thought we hated each other.”

It was your turn to let out a small chuckle. “We do, but… I don’t know, I guess you’re tolerable. I mean, we did hear your brother fucking Lydia last night.”

“And it was amazing!” Lydia yelled from coming out of the bathroom. “Like, really amazing.”

You sat up quickly, resting your weight on your hand while Mitch once again chuckled. “I’m aware now, thanks!” You looked down at the man below you who was full on laughing now. “You sound like Stiles when you laugh, and don’t give me that bullshit of you two being twins ‘cause I’m well aware.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him during his laughing fit. While it was true you didn’t really care for Mitch, part of you was starting to like him as a friend. You were lost in your thoughts about Mitch, not noticing that he was looking at you.

“Y/N/N,” he said.

“Mitch.”

“I have to piss.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, getting up off the couch, pointing towards the hallway. “Uhm, first door on the left.”

Getting up, Mitch gave his thanks as you watched him walk towards the bathroom before you heard the door close.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor,” Lydia said.

You looked at her, confused look on your face. “What are you talking about?” “You’re gawking,” she chuckled. “Just admit that you’re starting to fall for him and fuck his brains out.”

Your jaw just about met the floor at her remark. “What do you mean by that last statement?”

She walked over to you, coffee thermos in hand and a long strap purse on her shoulder, whispering, “Every guy you bring back, you fuck his brains out.”

Disgusted look on your face, you shoot back, “No, I don’t.”

Mitch had come out of the bathroom just as Lydia made her remark, listening to your conversation while leaning against the wall.

“Well, can you at least fuck Mitch within the next - I don’t know - two months?” Lydia continued.

“So, you’re putting a timeframe on this? Lyds, I’m just now getting to the point where I can stand him, and I’m sure he thinks the same of me. I mean, last night was amazing, aside from him threatening a classmate of mine, but still! Him taking me out last night ‘cause Stiles lied about it, and then coming back here after hearing you scream Stiles’ name to watch movies and fall asleep together? I haven’t had just a night like that since, like, high school!”

At your small rant, Lydia looked over and eyed Mitch, the latter putting his finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet at his presence. 

“So, what you’re saying is you’d like to have another night like that with him?” she asked.

“Many more!” you exclaimed. “Don’t be offended, but he’s so much hotter than Stiles, more built than that spazz of a man, longer hair and facial hair?! Hot damn!”

“Mitch and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Lydia sang. 

“Shut up,” you chuckled.

She shared a chuckle with you before perking up, “Ooh! If you guys get married, we’ll be sisters!”

“Okay, you’re thinking way too far ahead. Mitch and I are just now getting to the point where we can stand to be in the same room as each other… we just started being friends.” You looked at her, seeing a smile on her face.”

“Well,” Lydia said, grabbing her keys. “I hope you two stay being friends because you two are way fucking cute together.”

You gawked at her, following her with your eyes as your body turned to face the door. “Lydia Camille-Grace —”

“Bye, I love you! Have a good day!” she said, closing the door on her way out.

Hearing a snicker coming from your right, you looked over at Mitch, his hand covering his mouth. “That’s hilarious.”

Glaring at him, you said, “I’m gonna kill her, then I’m gonna kill you.”

“Before or after you fuck my brains out?”

“Get out,” you said, pointing to the door.

Mitch just laughed, walking towards you. “I’m kidding. Please don’t kick me out.” He put his arms around your shoulders, bringing your back to his chest. “It’s Saturday. What do you normally do on Saturday’s?”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “Catch up on homework, my shows, watch a couple movies, soak in the bath for a little while, maybe catch dinner with Stiles. What about you?” You turned your head to look at him.

He shrugged. “Either watch TV, or I—”

Noticing his silence, you scrunch your brows, turning in his hold to wrap your arms around his middle, chin on his chest. “Tell me. Judgment free zone.”

Sighing, he closed his eyes. “Or I’m at some girls' dorm or apartment… getting it on.”

Smiling a little, you whispered, “Sex is a very normal thing.” Pulling out of his hold, you finished your statement while walking to your bedroom. “Trust me, I have enough of it to know. And they’re not very good.”

Mitch followed you, watching as you opened your drawers to look for some clothes for the day. “Last guy you had sex with.”

With a disgusted look and tone to your voice, you said, “Brent Donovan.”

“Wasn’t the guy I cussed out last night, was it?”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “But I also had sex with him, too. Freshman year.”

“You’re not one of those girls who keeps tabs on the guys she fucks, do you?”

“Ew. No.” You turned around to face the window, the blinds and curtains closed. Lifting your shirt, you forgot you had a tattoo on your back, the tattoo that Mitch pointed out.

“Whoa, you have a tattoo?” he asked, walking around your bed to stand behind you, but not close enough to see your naked chest.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I have four.”

“Can I see the others?”

Nodding, you agreed to show him… after you dressed. You showed him your puzzle piece with a heart near the center, a matching one with your sister. One on the inside of your ankle of an anchor with the saying I refuse to sink curved at the top and bottom. He already saw the one on your back, the saying with brave wings she flies with a heart in the middle of an arrow underneath. The last one you showed, you always covered it with long sleeves, this one meaning the most to you; a breast cancer ribbon, your mom’s birth and death date on the bottom of the ribbon, her name on the curved top.

Noticing the tears in your eyes, Mitch put his hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you towards him, the side of your head resting on his chest, whispering, “She’d love it. She’d love them all ‘cause they’re badass.”

You chuckled, reaching up to wipe the tears that had slid down your cheek. “Thanks. She was gonna get one if she beat it again. Breast cancer.”

“You don’t have to talk about it unless you’re ready.”

You looked up at him, looking deep into his eyes. You noticed the look he was giving, telling yourself you weren’t going to stop it if it happened. “Thanks,” you whispered.

You both leaned towards the other, lips almost touching before you heard your name being yelled by the familiar voice of your male best friend.

“Y/N/N!”

“And Mitch!” said male yelled.

Footsteps of your best friend sounded before you heard his voice. “Why the fuck is Mitch over here?” Stiles stopped his footsteps, standing in your bedroom doorway. Seeing the two of you in an embrace. “Why are you two holding each other like that? And why the hell are you over here? Why didn’t you come home?” Looking over at Stiles, Mitch replied, “We did come back last night, but you and Lydia were fucking like rabbits, Y/N and I decided to come back here to not listen to Lydia scream your name.”

Opening his mouth like he wanted to protest, Stiles stood there, looking around the room before shrugging. “That’s fair.” Knowing how the two of them slept, Stiles decided to leave that subject alone. “So, Y/N/N. What’s the plan for today?” Confused, you asked, “What do you mean?” 

Plopping on your bed, Stiles said, “We always hang out on Saturday’s.”

“Saturday nights,” you corrected. “We always try to get dinner on Saturday’s ‘cause I’m busy catching up on stuff.”

“Homework and TV don't count.”

“Sure it does,” Mitch said. “She can do anything she wants during her weekend.”

Getting up from your bed, and a little offended, Stiles asked, “Why are you being defensive?”

“I’m not. We’ll see you at dinner.”

Baffled, Stiles walked out of the bedroom, almost slamming the apartment door shut on his way out.

You gaped at Mitch, unsure of what to say or do. 

He turned to you, saying, “Come on. Let’s go get breakfast.”

~~~

A couple of months later, you’ve found yourself in Mitch’s arms more often, having sleepovers at each other’s apartments on nights Stiles and Lydia were over. The two of you never left the couch on those nights, moreso for Mitch’s sake.

He wasn’t afraid, per se, of you entering his room, he just didn’t want you to see the state of it. Your room in your apartment was open and bright, while his was the opposite. 

You both were laying on the couch one day in your favorite position; you on top of him, your ear pressed to his chest. He was running his fingers up and down your back when you sighed.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.

The nickname made you smile. He’d been calling you little pet names here and there; babe, baby, sweetheart, doll, kitten, love. His favorite being love. 

You tilted your head back to look at his chin, that being the only thing you could see at the moment. “Nothing. Just wondering when we’re gonna stop sleeping on your couch and go to your bedroom.”

You felt him stiffen a little at your comment before he sighed. “You know I’m embarrassed by it.”

“You don’t have to be,” you whispered.

Stopping his fingers, he said, “It’s not like yours. Complete opposite.”

Sitting up, you said, “Mitch, I could give two shits about how your room looks. There could be clothes everywhere and I wouldn’t mind.”

“Yours is so open and bright while mine is not.”

You both looked into each other's eyes, fire burning behind yours. “Are we really about to have an argument over how our bedrooms look? Mine looks like it does because that’s what was drilled into me as a kid; having a clean and bright space. I want to know what was drilled into your head, what kind of space you have.”

He sighed, putting his hands behind his head. “Nothing was really drilled into my head, love.”

“Then show me. Show me or else I’m getting up in five seconds and walking into your room.” You crossed your arms, starting your countdown. “Five… four… three… two… one.” You got up from the couch, quickly making your way to the hallway you knew the bedrooms to be.

“Y/N/N, don’t!” Mitch said, following you. By the time he reached you, his bedroom door was open, you standing in the middle of it.

You turned in a circle, looking at everything. Before you could turn your back to Mitch, he saw the ghost of a smile on your lips. Looking back at his unmade bed, you whispered, “It’s incredible.”

Thinking he heard you wrong, Mitch walked into his room to stand behind you. “What?” You turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck. “I said it’s incredible. It’s you. Messy, but it has personality. The pictures, the posters, the clothes everywhere, your bed is not made.” Smiling, you ran your fingers through the back of his head, threading the strands of hair through your fingers. “It’s you.”

Without hesitation, Mitch leaned down, placing his lips gently on yours. He was letting you take the lead on the kiss, but a few moments later, you returned the kiss, pressing your lips lightly against his, as if to test the waters.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes before diving back in and kissing you more firmly, yet soft at the same time. Without hesitation, you kissed him back, standing on your toes to reach him better.

Mitch guided you back to his bed, the backs of your legs hitting the mattress before the two of you fell onto the bed, laughing. As you both laughed, you reached up your hands, placing your palms on his cheeks.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” you whispered, a smile on your face.

“You are, too,” Mitch replied, dipping his head to kiss you once more.

Before things could get too heated, a knock on the door sounded, causing Mitch to break away with a groan, his forehead resting on your chest. He picked his back up, looking you in the eyes. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Whispering, you said, “Okay,” before pulling his lips back down to yours.

Mitch got up and exited his bedroom, going to the apartment door.

In the two months that you’ve gotten close with Mitch, he’d stopped talking to girls, the only girl he’d wanted to talk to was you. You did the same and quit talking to boys, neither of you having interest in pursuing anything outside of each other, even though you two weren’t officially a couple.

A girl that Mitch had been talking to you a couple of days before you two started being around each other had caught wind of the rumors surrounding you two on campus, but she didn’t want to believe it.

Her and Mitch had made plans two months ago to hang out when her family came back from vacation. So, when Mitch opened the apartment door, he was shocked to see her.

“Katrina? What are you doing here?” he asked.

As she tried to make her way into the threshold of the apartment, she replied, “My family is back from vacation. Remember, we made plans?”

Thinking for a moment, he closed his eyes, realization hitting him. “Shit. I forgot.”

“So, do you want to hang out or not?”

He opened his eyes, the fire in his eyes starting to flicker. “I have company.”

Not believing a word he said, Katrina pushed her way into the apartment, leaving Mitch to stand there, hand on the frame of the door as it hit the wall it was hinged on. “Well, I don’t see her.”

Closing the door, Mitch said, “That’s because she’s in my room.”

“The room that only I have seen?”

“Listen, Katrina. You need to leave.”

“So, can fuck some other girl?!”

You heard her yell the sentence, but wasn’t sure what she meant by that. You stood up from sitting on the bed, slowly walking towards the door when something on Mitch’s nightstand caught your eye.

A book. A little black book. Looking towards the door, you listened to them arguing before turning your sights back to the book. Looking at it made you anxious. You weren’t sure what was inside the book. Part of you wanted to find out while the other part just wanted you to leave it alone.

Listening to the devil on your shoulder, you picked up the book, flipping through the pages. A list of names written. You remembered back a couple months ago when he asked if you kept a book of all the guys you’d fucked. Quietly gasping, you looked back down at the book after having looked up during your through process. “That cheeky little fucker.”

“Where’s the book? Hmm? The one with all the names in it? Is hers in there?”

Quickly flipping to the last page that had names on it, you stopped and stared. There, in black ink, was your name. Tears sprung to your eyes as you walked out of his room, slowly walking down the hallway. “What the fuck is this?”

Looking past Katrina, Mitch saw you holding up the book, tears running down your face. “Y/N/N, it’s not what you think.”

“A little black book with a list of girls names you fucked? Your little scorebook?”

“It’s not like that!”

Shoving the book into his chest before walking towards the door, you said, “I cannot fucking believe you! I thought we had something.” You sniffled, tying your shoes up before looking at the twin you started to develop feelings for. “I guess I was fucking wrong. I hope you have a good time with Blonde Barbie over here.”

You didn’t give him time to reply before opening the door, slamming it shut, Mitch calling your name.

When you arrived at your apartment, Stiles and Lydia were sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a movie. At seeing your state, Lydia paused the movie, the couple standing up. Stiles walked over to you, pulling you into a hug. “What happened?” “Mitch. Mitch happened.”

Stiles left without saying a word, ready to confront his brother.

~~~

“Mitch!” Stiles yelled, upon entering their shared apartment. “Mitch, I know you’re here!” Stiles walked to his brother's room and opened the door, letting it slam on the wall. “What the fuck, bro!”

Sitting up on the edge of his bed, Mitch put his head in his hands. “I know, Stiles. I know.”

“What happened between you and Y/N that’s making her cry hysterically?”

The twins looked at each other, Stiles waiting for an explanation. After a moment’s silence, Mitch explained what happened; that Katrina had showed up while you had found his little black book.

“Dude,” Stiles said. “Keeping a book? That’s sick. I mean, it’s almost normal for you, but it’s still sick.”

“I know, dude,” Mitch replied. He motioned to his computer desk, explaining that he threw the book out after he told Katrina to leave. “I really like her, dude.”

“Who? Katrina?”

“No, dumbass. Y/N. I really like her.”

“Well, you better make it up to her or else she won’t take you back.”

“Take me back? What do you mean?” Mitch stood, eyes narrowed at his brother.

Stuttering with his words, Stiles tried to stall instead of telling Mitch the truth about what you revealed to him a couple weeks back. 

“Stiles,” Mitch said, taking slow steps towards his brother. “What do you mean?”

“N-now, remember, Mitch, I’m older by 2 minutes,” Stiles said.

“You mean younger by two minutes,” Mitch corrected. Spotting his phone through the corner of his eye, Mitch grabbed it, ready to text you and ask what Stiles was talking about.

“Don’t call her! Don’t text her!” Stiles exclaimed. “I’ll tell you everything.”

~~~

About an hour after Stiles told his twin the truth about you and your feelings, Mitch raced over to your apartment, the one you shared with Lydia. He knocked on the door, hoping to see your face on the other side, but instead was met with Lydia’s, whose stare on him turned from neutral to one of slight rage.

“You better be here to apologize,” she said.

“I am. Believe me, I am,” Mitch replied. “Is she here? I just need to talk to her.”

Crossing her arms, Lydia said, “Oh, she’s here alright, and she doesn’t want to see you.”

“Lydia–”

“Who’s at the door?” you said, walking into view. Once you locked eyes with Mitch, the tears returned, the ones you willed away about five minutes prior. “Go the fuck away!”

“Just let me explain.”

“Explain what? That you kept a book of all your sexual escapades? And how my name was at the bottom of that list?”

Sighing, he put his hands on his hips. “I never meant for you to see it. I swear, I was gonna throw it out if we got more serious.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unaware of his feelings, so you decided to voice your thoughts. “So, what, you like me or something?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “I like you. A lot. Right before Stiles showed up, I told Katrina it was over between her and I, not that anything was going on between us.” He walked more into the apartment towards you. As he stepped closer to you, he explained, “Look, Y/N. You’re the only girl I can see myself having a future with. The past two months have opened my eyes at what we could have. Yes, we hated each other just two months ago, but now that I’ve gotten to know you, I can’t picture my life without you in it.” 

You looked down at your hands, seeing your fingers laced with his. Looking back up at him, tears sprung to your eyes again. “Lydia. Go to Stiles’.”

“Why?” she asked, confused.

“ ‘Cause I’m gonna fuck his brains out,” you said, immediately kissing Mitch after. You didn’t hear her grab her bag or keys as Mitch backed you up, leading you to your bedroom.

Once you both came to a stop, you were able to register the backs of your knees on the mattress. You had pulled away from Mitch, looking into his eyes, letting him set the pace. “What do you want me to do, Mitch?”

He looked you up and down before looking behind you at the bed. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he gently led your back to the mattress. “Lay down, love.”

The nickname would’ve made you drop to your knees if you weren’t lying on your back. “What else?”

“Why are you asking me these questions?” he asked, hovering over you.

Shrugging, you stated, “Just letting you set the pace before, ya’know,--”

“You fuck my brains out?”

Smiling at each other, you giggled. “Oh, yeah. So that I can fuck your brains out.”

“I’m hinting at some sarcasm.”

“We’ll talk about sarcasm later. All I want right now,” you said, putting your hands in his hair. “Is for you to make me feel good so that I can do the same to you.”

Mitch smirked, leaning down to press his lips to yours as he said, “Sounds like a plan.”

Your lips moved in sync, his tongue asking for entrance which you gladly accepted. You explored each other’s mouths, neither of you battling for dominance; just exploration. 

Mitch pulled away for a moment, a whine of protest sounding from you before a light gasp and happy sigh sounded. You could feel Mitch’s smile against your neck, his lips searching for your sweet spot, which he found. 

You carded your hands through his hair a little harder, a quiet moan sounding from your mouth, his name falling from your lips.

He wanted to hear his name on your lips again, so he ran his tongue along your sweet spot before wrapping his lips around it, sucking a bruise to the spot.

“Mmmm, fuck,” you whispered. “Mitch.”

He released your sweet spot before looking you in your eyes. Deeply. Mitch knew that he wanted to be with you, and he knew you felt the same. His brain was swirling with thoughts, so he decided to voice them. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Okay,” you whispered, hands going into his hair, gently. 

“I make you feel good this round. Next time, you can make me feel good.”

A hint of a smile ghosted your face before you nodded your head. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He leaned back down, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Without detaching his lips from yours, he asked you to scoot back some, which you did. Putting his hands on your back, he sat the both of you up, you now sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his hips.

Lifting your shirt from the bottom, you lifted your arms into the air, letting him discard the material. After a small thud was heard from your shirt hitting the ground, Mitch put his hands on your back, fingertips barely touching the bottom of your bra.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

You giggled. “That’s normally something guys say after they take off the bra.”

“Well, I decided to say it early, how ‘bout that?” He chuckled before you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again.

He laid you back down before moving to your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts and the valley between them before moving down to your stomach, pressing light, feather kisses to your abdomen. 

Mitch put his fingers on the top of your pants waistband, looking back up at you, silently asking you to lift your hips, to which you obliged. He slid the material down your legs, stealthy taking your panties with them, letting both drop to the floor in a light thud.

Without missing a beat, Mitch licked a stripe up your core, your head pressing back into the mattress while a hand went to his hair. 

“Mitch,” you breathed as he expertly used his tongue in ways you’ve never felt. You moaned louder upon feeling two fingers enter your core, your head shooting up to look at the top of his head. Once you felt your release coming, you voiced it causing Mitch to stop. You looked him in the eyes, disbelief written all over your face. “What the f–”

“Where’s your condoms?” he asked.

“Top drawer, nightstand.”

He looked behind him, seeing the nightstand in question. Leaning back, he opened the drawer, stopping dead in his tracks, chuckling. “It’s so organized.”

“We can talk about my organization skills later,” you said. “I need your dick in me now so that I can cum.”

Chuckling again, he reached for a condom before standing from the bed to pull his jeans and boxers down, releasing his pulsating length.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Damn, Mitch.”

“Still like what you see?” he asked, brow raised with a smirk on his lips.

“Yes. Now, wrap it so you can tap this.”

Mitch rolled the rubber down his length before dipping his head, licking one last stripe upon your pussy before lining himself up with your entrance. “Just do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Scream in pleasure,” he said, pushing himself into you, a loud moan tearing from your throat.

Mitch set a soft and slow pace to start before moving a little faster.

“Mitch,” you moaned. 

“Yes, love?” he breathed.

“Must go faster.”

He breathed a chuckle before moving faster and a little harder.

“Mmmmm, harder!”

Mitch sat on his knees, grabbing your hips to start pounding into you, a pleasurable scream sounding from your throat. 

“Good girl - that’s a good fucking girl,” he panted. After watching your covered breasts bounce a few good times, he started to feel his own release coming. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me, too, keep going,” you breathed. “Keep going, I’m almost there.”

Mitch reached down, thumb lightly pressing to your clit in circles. 

“Fuck! Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t –” A moan cut you off with the feel of your release, your pussy squeezing Mitch’s cock, causing him to give his own release.

He let go of your hips, leaning forward to hover over you while putting his weight on his elbows so as to not crush you completely. 

You both were breathing heavily, your hands going back to his hair. In between breaths, you said, “That… was… amazing.”

Mitch chuckled before looking you in the eyes, one of your hands coming down to his cheek. “Yeah, it was.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, one you happily returned.

The two of you parted, Mitch sitting back up to get off the bed. You watched him as he poked his head out of your bedroom door before hurrying across the hall to the bathroom. When he returned, you were already laying under your covers with a piece of clothing on that Mitch, once again, chuckled at. “You look good in my shirts.”

“Haven’t we already established that?” you asked, pulling the blankets back for him to crawl under.

After putting his boxers back on, he said while getting into your bed, “Maybe. I don’t remember.”

You laughed as he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into him. Looking up at him, you placed your hand back on his cheek, guiding his eyes to look into yours. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, confused.

“For showing me that enemies can turn into lovers in a matter of a few months.”

He smirked, “Anytime, love. Anytime.”

Smiling yourself, you put your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: my moms death anniversary is coming up next week (9/21/22). I write her death into a lot of my fics because it helps me kinda cope with it…

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Posted on September 17, 2022

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A/N: hi all! So sorry for being MIA! Being newly pregnant is kicking my butt! But I did manage a story for someone. The tag I have is mushroomgirl420 but nothing comes up when I search. Please tag!! And without further ado here is a mitch x reader! ————————————————————————

“I won’t talk unless I’m dead,” y/n stated through the bloody lip she had. She got kidnapped while her and Rapp were aboard on a mission. She was so blinded by her target and was about to snipe him when Mitch shouted in her ear piece that there was someone on the roof with me. The napper and y/n fought hand to hand until it suddenly became 4 on 1.

“I’m coming, y/n!” A shout from her ear came.

“Time to bail,” she said and started running to get off the roof. She couldn’t take on all 4 alone without getting her ass beat in the process or even killed. The odds were against her. She could hear Mitch’s breathes in her ear as he ran up the stairs. He kept begging her to hang in there as he ran.

One guy got in her way and she tried to bowl him over. It ended up not working and he launched her so close to the edge of the building.

“Almost there y/n. Just hang in there.”

“Mitch I am running out of options,” she huffed, careful to dodge hands trying to either push her off or grab her.

A body slammed into her causing her to go over the side of the building. She was hanging onto the edge for her life.

“Mitch!? I need help! I’m dangling off a building!” She screamed. This was not the way she was going to go. No answer from

Mitch but she could hear more fighting going on. She took it upon herself to see if she could hoist herself up and over. 1 guy flew off the edge, landing on the hard ground below.

“Hang on, y/n!” He shouted. It was like an echo as you heard from the ear piece and from above on the roof. A hand appeared and grabbed bother her wrists pulling her up. She was super thankful for mitch as she was hoisted up. As she was going up, she realized it was Mitch. He was on the other side fighting. Who was this that grabbed her?

“Why hello there,” he smirked. It was the target. He had her in a very vulnerable position. He let her wrists fall but quickly brandished a gun and pointed it at her head.

“Walk.”

“I’d rather die.”

His companion wielded a knife and slashed her cheek.

“I said walk.”

She walked.

Rapp finally launched the last one over the edge and turned to help y/n and his face fell. He seen y/n with a gun to her head and a knife wound to the face. He stood up to his full length and approached.

“Let her go,” he boomed.

“Not until you give me what’s mine!”

“That’s not my call. I’ll ask again to let her go.”

“You think I care about her? I could kill her here and now and it wouldn’t matter. Then I would kill you and I would still get my plutonium back.”

Y/n’s eyes start to sting, tears threatening to fall. She has never been in this situation and to think this is how she would go was heartbreaking.

“Mitch don’t give it back,” she cracked, “if this is it then just go.”

“I’m not leaving.” He raised his gun but that only resulted in a shallow stab wound to the side. She screamed. It would haunt Mitch forever.

“Go!”

“No! Not without you y/n.”

“This is touching but since we’re at a stand still I think I’m going to keep her for a while. You stay there or I’ll just have her stabbed to death. That scream was really beautiful.”

Mitch took a step, gun still raised. Y/n was jerked back, the knife now closer to her neck. She debated on just running so that Mitch could shoot but she knew that would result in her dead either way.

Y/n was able to bring back the old Mitch before Katrina died. Y/n wouldn’t say that they were a couple but they have had their share of tender moments. This was killing Mitch to not be able to help her.

“I’ll find you,” Mitch affirmed. Y/N shook her head and walked away. She didn’t want to die this way. She was part of the fucking CIA and they didn’t die like that. She spoke very low so that only mitch could hear in the ear piece.

“Shoot right.”

Mitch didn’t have a lot of time to react before y/n broke away to the left. He was fast with a gun and thankfully landed a hit on the guy who held the gun, knocking it to the ground close to the edge of the building. Y/n jumped the guy with the knife and kicked it out of his end and turned it onto him. As revenge, she sliced his cheek and held the point to this Adam’s apple.

“Should I slice you now? Maybe stab the apple?”

“Y/n, stop.”

She put some pressure and a drop of red came. She wanted revenge from getting kidnapped, even if it was only for a few minutes. Mitch kept yelling at her to leave him as they needed to get going.

“Y/n!” She heard him but also didn’t care. No one tried to kidnap her. No one. She kept putting pressure until he started begging. That’s what she liked to hear.

“That’s it. Beg.”

The gun was still near the edge of the building that was long forgotten about by Mitch and y/n. Mitch was attempting to get y/n from committing an unsanctioned hit. A bang rang out and a white hot pain shot through y/n’s arm. Mitch turned and seen the guy he shot a few minutes ago barely standing with the gun in his hand.

This was just enough time for the man to knock the knife out of y/n’s hand and turn it on her, slashing the bullet wound. She yelped in pain and was then shoved to the ground.

She is yanked by her hair and directed to the helicopter that has now landed. She was half dragged and half walked to this chopper by him. Mitch stood by the other after shooting him again, turning just in time to see the chopper take off with y/n inside. He has failed her. He ran toward it attempting to jump on the leg to climb up. He misses as it was too high.

He watches it fly away with his y/n inside. He couldn’t lose another girl. He would rather die rather than let another girl die on his watch. He flicks out his cell phone and calls Stan with the bad news. He advised to come back to base to discuss the next steps of the plan.

[caramel-velvet]

Send Requests

I want to write but apparently can't start and hold myself accountable. Please feel free to send requests for anything listed below:

Andy Barber/Ari Levinson

2. Dylan O'Brien Characters

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4. Robert Pattinson's Bruce Wayne

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[hoes4dylanobrien]

Mets Dylan (AU miniseries) 4/?

a/n: I'm on a rolllll. I'm also realizing I'm basing this Dylan au off his slut era and I'm not sorry. I AM sorry that this is trash tho but at least I'm enjoying myself?? 🤷🏾‍♀️ Give a sis a like 

tw: mentions of drug use, swearing, dylan being dumb cute

taglist: @roxic93​

“It’s not what it looked like,” were the words that immediately flew from your mouth. 

Ray and Tom, Dylan’s manager and head coach for the Mets, glanced up from their huddled conversation when you entered.

“We’re not here to accuse you of anything,” Ray said, just as Tom bellowed, “the hell we aren't! We’re paying you to STOP problems from occurring, not create them!!” 

Neither you nor Ray said anything for a beat, knowing the hothead coach often reacted harsher than intended. He continued to go on a tear as he paced the length of the room:

“And I’ve told that boy a thousand times: watch yourself at all times. Don’t matter if you’re out there or in your own home. Nowhere’s safe when you’re in the public eye the way he is. All it takes is one money-grubbing-”

“My bad, ‘M late to the party. What’d I miss?” Dylan greeted. He was wearing the hungover special: loose shirt, sweats, sneakers and sunglasses. His hair somehow looked good, and he was clean-shaven. Even with alcohol poisoning, he looked gorgeous. You could smell the intoxicating aftershave from here. 

You wince at Dylan’s choice of wording, seeing coach about to blow his head clear off he was so mad. If they were in a cartoon, he might’ve. 

“Boy-”

It was almost comical the way that he lurched at his star player, Dylan’s eyes widening in fear (you assumed, he was wearing pitch black ray bans) at the sight. 

“Shit, Tom. I know I screwed up, but-

“Screwed up....Naw.... screwed up would’a been swearing in front of little kids. What you did has tarnished our brand. You know we have families, little children that look up to you and your teammates? That’s all blown to hell, now.” 

Dylan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Fuck, I didn’t think-”

‘Yeah, that’s the problem, Dyl. You don’t think. Too busy thinkin’ with the other head.” 

To your surprise a light blush appeared on his pale cheeks, either from shame, or the reference to his junk, or both. You almost were starting to feel bad for him; it was nothing compared to how he spoke to you and Ray - coach was really chewing him out. And you knew how much Dylan, how much all of the players really, idolized Tom. It was no doubt like a double punch to the gut to have him so angry and disappointed in him.

“If I may,” you cleared your throat, drawing their attention away from Dylan to you. “And I know I’ve not got a lot of leeway here given I was also caught at the party, but I didn’t see Dylan doing any drugs. I know that’s a low bar but I did see a lot of others at the party doing so, and given the opportunity but choosing not to do it... well, I just think that should count for something.” 

Everyone was quiet as attention turned back to Tom. “Sure,” he grumbled, “but I’ve got no way of verifying that, and neither do readers.” 

“That’s...true, technically. I guess it comes down to your trust in Dylan in the time you’ve known him. I haven't for very long, but he doesn’t strike me as the type to lie. About this, anyhow. I can’t vouch for much of anything else on his behalf, but when it comes to this, I believe him.” 

You turned to smile at him, then, just a small smile. He returned it cautiously. 

“Fine, but that’s just ONE of the stupid ass things he got himself into. What about the strippers? Can’t tell me he didn’t get involved in that, there’s proof all over the internet!” 

“....” 

“That’s what I thought.” Tom grumbled some more, starting up his pacing again.  There’d be a hole in the carpet at the rate he was going. “Way I see it we got two choices. Since you’re the ringleader here - yeah, I know Josh and Brady and the others are there, but it was at your place, and you were front and center of the cover - you can either take some time off the team, we’ll put out a statement, and we’ll let this die down-”

“Coach, you can’t be serious!- Dylan blurted out.

“OR,” Tom interjected, temper flaring up again, “you can stay on the team, play out the rest of the games of the season, and lay low for a while. That means no parties, and not a foot within the distance of a stripper.” 

Dylan smirked. “That doesn’t sound so bad...”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said. “If you go with option two, I’m going to be making damn sure you’re toeing the line.” 

“How’s that?” Dylan arched a thick brow, licking his lips nervously. When Tom swiveled his head your way you knew whatever he was cooking up in that brain of his would somehow involve yours truly. And not in any type of way you’d want.

“That’s where y/n comes in.” Your stomach drops. “Pack your bags, you’re moving to New York.” 

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Role Play

pairing: Dylan O'brien x Fem!reader

summary: Dylan is filming for American assassin usually his characters didn't have an affect on you, but this time its a different story.

warning: lots of sexual tension, bad language, overly horny Y/N, smut, oral, fingering, choking, tying up, language. [18+]

You and Dylan have been dating for 6 years now, he worked a lot but that really didn’t bother you as you were usually hired on set with him as you were a makeup artist.

Rarely did you ever accept a job away from Dylan, he enjoyed having you around too much. Stealing kisses and touches from you when no one was looking, pulling you behind the props of the project he was working on for a heated make out session.

You love working close to him, you didn’t necessarily spend every waking moment with one another but the fact you could watch him act from the sidelines was your favorite thing. He was talented, so talented you sometimes forgot he was Dylan.

Dylan you're loving and doting boyfriend not Stiles Stilinski or Thomas. Usually, his character never had an effect on you, that was until he signed onto American assassin.

Originally you weren’t going to take the job as your sister had begged you to visit her in Florida but when you heard Dylan going over his lines and planning out his gym days, you couldn’t say no.

So being one of the makeup artists on this job was a lot harder than previous jobs, you were constantly turned on, heart racing rapidly. Excusing yourself a lot more than usual, even Dylan had noticed the lack of your presents. He even asked one of the girls to check on you, which was rather embarrassing.Trying to explain to her you where fine when your cheeks where cherry red.

It didn’t take long for Dylan to catch on to what was wrong, especially when he came waltzing over to you with no shirt on. He had just finished the bathroom scene, his skin glistening with water from the pool.

He noticed the way your eyes zoned in on his arms, the pink staining your cheeks and the once honey brown pupils as dark as his recently dyed hair. He could tell you were turned on, thinking back to all the times you would disappear only made him smirk more. Had you been playing with yourself?

“Hey baby” he mumbled into your ear as his fingers danced up and around your neck, gripping the back of your head a little rougher than usual.

Your breath was caught in your throat when you felt his lips press open mouth kisses to your jaw until he enveloped your lips with his, this was different. It was hungry and rough, only causing yourself to grow even wetter.

“Dylan people can see us” you whispered, pulling away from his hold to check around you. No one was looking though, everyone very much focused on their job. “I have a job to do baby” you chuckled, walking away from him and over to the makeup area.

Your eyes lingered on each other for a moment longer through the mirror, you dropped your eyes to move around pieces on the table but he kept his on yours, you knew he knew. That familiar smirk and tense shoulders were a tell tale sign he knew you were turned on.

You knew it would be killing him to keep working when all he wanted to do was bend you over the couch in his trailer. But never less he turned back to set and continued filming.

The both of you shared looks for the rest of the day, your eyes on his arms. Watching the veins bulge each time he would do a fight scene, your pussy ached so much you contemplated rubbing one out in the bathroom.

But you knew he’d be watching and he’d realized what you’d done as soon as you left the bathroom, Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over in bliss, he wouldn’t be happy. He much preferred getting you off then you having to do it yourself.

You physically had to rip your eyes away from him to do your job properly, before you knew it Dylan was taking a seat in your chair. Giving you a soft smile as you grabbed his kit and started to work on his face, your hands shaking slightly as you felt his eyes on you.

Your breath once again was stuck in your throat as you tried to ignore his eyes on you, dabbing the fake blood on his lips. His hand found its way under your blouse resting softly on the skin of your hip, you jump slightly at contact and sent him a warning glare.

“Dylan, you're going to make me mess up your makeup” You warned him, you continued to dab the sponge across his cheek bone and over his eyebrow. You could feel his warm breath on your jaw as you leaned in closer. “You can always fix it” He jokes, puckering his lips at you.

Though you shook your head and pulled away from him, his hand dropping to the arm rests of the chair. Your eyes falling to the veins that littered his skin, gulping down the whimper that threatened to leave your lips you spun around to grab more product.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, watching you move around different products but never meet his eyes. The deep red was stained on your cheeks again, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you gnawed on the skin. “Don’t do that” He states, pushing himself to stand.

He’s behind you in seconds, both of his arms around your body and hands pressed into the vanity table, caging you against his chest. Your eyes drop to his veins once more and quickly back up to meet his eyes in the mirror, he nods towards your lip that was between your teeth.

You drop it from your teeth and stare at him, your chest feels heavy and the room feels hot. “Dylan back on set!” the director calls out; he’s pulling away from you instantly and rubbing the small of your back before making his way back to the cameras.

You're once again excusing yourself, standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to steady your breathing. Your panties were drenched and the once fuzzy feeling in your stomach began to ache, your shoulders were tight and your legs shook with each step you took.

“Y/N” his voice startles you and you jump so high you hit your shoulder on the hand dryer. “Shit!” You yelp out, cradling your shoulder as you stare at your boyfriend who definitely shouldn’t be in here.

“What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?” You question, dropping your shoulder you begin walking over to him. His eyes are dark and lips turned up into a smirk, his hands reach out to grab you before you can usher him out the door. “Baby tell me what’s gotten you so worked up” He smirks.

“Wha-at?” You stutter, he spins you so your back is pressed to his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his fingers run down the length of your body, stopping just above the waist band of your shorts. “What’s got you so wet” his words cause goosebumps to raise on your skin.

His mouth pressed against your ear, biting softly on your earlobe as his fingers draw circles on your lower stomach. You're clenching your stomach muscles so hard to stop yourself from moaning out from his touch. “I’m not” You respond, lies all lies.

Your so wet your uncomfortable, wanting to rid yourself of your clothes already. “So, you're saying if I put my hands down your pants it’ll be dry?” He questions, his fingers already unbuttoning your shorts. The words don’t seem to form in your mouth though, so your left speechless. Mouth open as his fingers dip low into your pants.

Breath hitching when his fingers touch your soaking folds, a low throaty moan leaves his throat and vibrates against your neck as he bites down on your skin. Your just about ready to combust when he pulls his hand out, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking your arousal of him.

You have seen him do that a million times, but not when he looks like that. Not when he’s dressed in a tight black shirt, scruffy beard and long hair. Your knees feel as though they might buckle under you when he meets your eyes. “Touch yourself in here and you will be punished” he states, exiting the bathroom before you can say anything back.

You want to cuss, shout or punch something. Your so turned on your brain feels like jelly, your skin feels hot to touch. You're unsure how you finished the day without dragging Dylan into the trailer, you both didn’t even get to eat lunch together today. The last thing he had said to you today was not to touch yourself.

So, when the set shut down and everyone made their way out of the building, you hurried to find Dylan both of you packing the car with your bags you needed for that day. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and opened your side of the door, the drive to the hotel was quiet but nice.

The elevator ride was slow and you bounced on the ball of your feet anxious to get inside, once Dylan had locked the door you expected him to go straight to the bed and lie down. Like he usually did, he would run his hands across his face and make you cuddle with him.

Except the second the door closed behind him, he was gripping you by the waist and throwing you against the wall. Your eyes wide as he stared down at you with lust, his mouth on you in seconds. His lips were greedy, rushed, needing to taste you on his tongue.

His grip on your waist tight as though he might lose you if he let go, your hands are in his hair pulling at the roots of his messy hair. “Tell me what got you so worked up today” He practically begs, praying to himself that it was in fact him that had riled you up and not someone else.

“You” is all you can say, the blush creeping onto the apples of your cheeks as you look away embarrassed. He grips your jaw making you look him in the eyes. “What about me?” he needs clarification, deep down he knows why your so turned on. But he doesn’t want to be full of himself.

“Your character, oh gosh it's so embarrassing. You playing mitch, it’s so fucking hot” You mumble, you want to pull away and hide your face from him but his grip on your jaw is tight and he’s watching you with such awe.

He’s gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and attacking your lips once more. Much more needy this time, his tongue assaults yours for dominance and his fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs. “You want me to act as him?” He questions, your heart drops to your throat. He has never been shy about role play, but you however had been.

“Please” You beg, the word feels foreign. As though you were already playing a character, his face etched with a scowl. The same scowl that had you soaking through your panties 6 hours ago. “What do you want me to do?” He questions, he needs confirmation. He doesn’t want to do something you're not comfortable with.

“Anything please... just touch me” You whine, his mouth is on your neck in seconds. Leaving behind harsh purple love bites as he tries to kiss every inch of your skin. He grabs the hem of your blouse and pulls it over your head, eyes on your breasts that spill out of the silly little bra you wore.

“Such a silly bra” He comments, leaning down to kiss the swell of your breasts. Reaching around the unclip the material, your own hands coming up to pull it down and off your body. His mouth enveloping your nipple into his mouth, warm tongue lapping at the pebbled bud. “Shit... Dylan uh” your head drops back onto the wall as you try to expose more of yourself to him, wanting to feel his tongue on every inch of your body.

He pulls away from the wall and brings you over to the bed, dropping your body onto the mattress and crawling between your open legs to hover over you. “Tie me up” it comes out as a whisper and Dylan has to pull away from your breasts to look at you as he’s not sure if he was hearing things. “Tie me up Dylan” you say much louder this time.

He thinks he might cum right now but he’s pulling away and searching for his belt, bringing it back over to your half naked body. “Are you sure?” He questions, his fingers dancing up the length of your exposed thigh. “Yes, tie me up and do what Mitch would do”.

He is sure he has died and gone to heaven; he can’t believe the words coming from your mouth right now. But he has to play it cool, he grabs a hold of your wrists and loops his belt around them. Giving it a soft tug before pulling your arms up and over your head, the feeling of being bound has your pussy dripping.

“Do something” You beg when all he does is stare at your face, he gives a short nod leaning down to press his hungry lips to yours once more. His hands roam your body until he locks around your neck, giving it a soft squeeze. You let out a strangled moan at the sensation he’s causing.

“F-Fuck baby, you're going to be the death of me” He growls against your mouth, he begins to pull you up with him. Your so focused on his hand around your throat you don’t feel his fingers inside your panties until he presses on your pulsing clit, a loud cry leaves your lips and your hips jut up for more. “Please... please more” you breath out.

His fingers dip to part your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers ass he teases your opening and back up to your clit. As though he realizes you might explode, he pulls away from your neck and rips your shorts and panties down your legs.

The cool breeze from the aircon hits your hot skin but not for long as Dylan is between your thighs, gripping the back of them roughly as he bites down on your inner thigh. Teasing you just a little bit before he runs his tongue between your folds, the taste of your sweet arousal on his tongue has him grinding into the bed for some release.

“Sh-Shit Dylan... I-I holy shit” you moan out, you're grinding your pussy into his face now. The feeling of his scruffy beard rubs against you and it’s driving you wild. You need more, you want him to hurt you.

“Dylan... Baby...Rougher, I need you to make it hurt” You cried out.

Like he knew exactly what you needed his tongue lapped at you rougher, his beard rubbing you in ways you never thought would have you toppling over the edge. It hurt, it hurt so bad you could feel your orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

Your skin felt hot to touch as you desperately tried to hold onto something but the restraints of your wrists made it difficult, that familiar tingle started from your toes as you curled them against the mattress. It made its way up to your head until you were screaming out in pleasure, Dylan's hand coming up to press to your mouth, only now remembering you were in a hotel.

“Shhh.... baby you have to try to be quiet” He hushes, his lips shining with your arousal which only had you begging for more. He wastes no time and crawls back up your body to smash your lips together, you could taste yourself on his tongue and it was fucking magnificent.

Suddenly his arm was snaking around your back and he pulled you from the bed only to turn you around so your chest hit the mattress, pulling your hair into a makeshift pony pulling your face away from the bed.

You sat on your knees and elbows, ass high in the air. His fist clenched around your hair as he teased your entrance with his throbbing cock, suddenly his other hand was coming down to slap your ass. The echoe vibrated through your ears as you moaned out in pleasurable pain, you found yourself mumbling 'more' into the air.

Wanting to feel his rough hands slap you until your ass was painted red, until you couldn’t sit for weeks because it stung so bad. “hmmm...what was that?” He questions you, leaning over your body to whisper in your ear.

The tip of his cock just barely pushing into you. “Again... please again”.

He slaps you again and again until your body shakes under him and he can’t hold back from pounding into you, his cock spreading you open and filling you up. You felt full, the fullest you’ve felt in a long time. You're sure you can feel him in your stomach but your unable to reach down to feel.

The grip on your hair tightened as he began to rock his hips into you, faster and rougher each time. “Shit... look at you, taking me so well” Dylan moans out, your able to turn your head slightly and signal for him. He pulls you up and connects your lips, you struggle slightly at not being able to move your hands.

Dylan notices your struggle and holds you around the waist, keeping his rhythm as he fucks up in to you while simultaneously devours your mouth with his. Your body felt as though it was shaking, the feeling of his tip hitting that familiar velvety soft spot deep inside of you.

Your tits bounced with each thrust; your cries of his name echoed throughout the hotel room. Dylan’s hands leaving your hair to wrap around your throat again. “I need... I need more” You cried out.

Without thought Dylan pushed you back down onto the bed, his arms reaching over to undo the belt that held your wrists only to pull them behind your back the second they were free. Gripping them harshly as he spread your legs wider with his knees. The sound of your skins slapping together had the both of you moaning incoherent words.

His hips roll accelerated at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, your pussy juices dripping between the both of you. Neither of you could say a word now, the only noise coming from your moans and harsh breath, that familiar feeling from before began to knot in your lower stomach.

You were clenching around him trying to hold on for a little longer but the feeling of his hand slapping your ass once more had you cumming all over him, the sound of your cry of pleasure pushed Dylan over the edge. He too began to cum, so deep inside of you that you could feel him pulsing inside your stomach.

He was leaning over you now, his chest to your back as he breathed hard. Leaving soft pecks to your shoulder blades as the both of you came down from your high. The feeling of him pulling out had you wincing from sensitivity, you dropped to your stomach with a huff.

“So, you like me with a beard?” He questions, lying down beside you looking worn out and pleased. His hair was a mess but it only caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy again.

“I love you anyway you want to look, but the beard... the hair and the muscles.... Baby you may as well kill me now” You chuckles, leaning over to kiss him softly. His eyes where back to the whiskey brown and his usual perky smile on his lips.

“I didn’t think my characters could ever rile you up that much”

“Mitch Rapp is a different story”

[strangerquinns]

mitch rapp smut 🙏🙏 any plot line

Mitch Rapp x Female Reader

18+ sexual situations

Morning Sex w/ Mitch

Months apart from your husband is hard, but that it makes the reunion a little more fun too.

With him being gone for long periods, it was weird to wake up and see his face. To see him sleeping on his stomach, arms tucked beneath his pillow, and lips in a slight pout. A smile slowly spread across your lips as you watched him.

You understood Mitch's job. If anything you were extremely proud of him. But it was still hard when four months passed and you hadn't seen your husband. Not allowed or even able to call him while he's away on missions.

"You know watching people when they sleep can be seen as creepy by most people," Mitch spoke, his voice thick with sleep, but unmoving from the position he was sleeping in.

"I haven't seen your face in four months, sorry if I wanna stare for a while."

Mitch could hear the lightness in your tone knowing there was a smile on your face. He laughed softly before slowly opening his eyes. For a second he had to think if he was dreaming. For the last few weeks, he'd been stuck waking up to nothing but a cold wall beside him.

Slowly Mitch moved towards you and bent down to kiss your lips softly, his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer. You melted into his touch as you felt his warm body against yours. Mitch moved you to lay beneath him and settle between your legs. A small moan left your lips as you felt him harden and slowly rub against your slit.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and moved your fingers through his hair to grip it slightly. His hair had gotten longer since you'd last seen him, along with his beard. As his lips moved against yours, you felt the soft hairs against your skin.

As you tugged on his dark curls, Mitch growled slightly against your lips. He nipped lightly at your bottom lip before pulling away.

"You sore, baby?" He whispered softly against your lips, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down towards you.

You found it hard to speak as his fingers moved against your clit in a way that made your toes curl. Short labored breaths sounded from you before you let out a soft, "No."

Mitch slowly thrust two fingers inside of you, causing you to moan his name as you rested against the pillows. He watched your face as he pleased you. You closed your eyes and let out little wanton moans. Mitch could feel his cock twitch and harden more as he could hear and feel how wet you were. His fingers moved in and out of you with ease.

"...Mitch...Mitch..." You gasped, your hips moving up against his hand.

"So, so needy."

He felt you clench around him as he spoke. Mitch's voice was still deeper from sleep and it only turned you on more.

You whimpered softly when you felt the loss of his fingers from between your legs. Mitch grabbed you and quickly moved to flip you over onto your hands and knees. A small scream left your lips from the movement - loving when he got a little rough.

Mitch pressed your chest into the bed, before lifting your hips up, your pussy fully on display for him. You tried to look over your shoulder back towards him but he'd ducked out of view for you. Your body lurched forward in shock as you felt his tongue against you.

"Fuck..." Mitch moaned, "Taste so good."

Mitch seemed to be just as eager as you with the way he grabbed your hips and thrust deep inside of you. You let out a strangled moan, pressing your hips back towards him, but also feeling the slight burn of him stretching you. The two of you might've gone at it most of last night, but it was like you needed to get used to him again. But you liked the pain. It only turned you on more.

The rhythmic noise of your bodies moving against each other filled the room. Each thrust was harder than the last causing the headboard to bang against the wall slightly.

"Oh fuck! Mitch!" You screamed and gripped the sheets tightly. "...Ugh!"

Mitch's hand slapped down hard against your ass. "Take my cock, fuckin' take it..."

You needed it like this. The hard and roughness of it. You knew that you weren't going to last long, and you had a feeling that Mitch wasn't either. Not with the noises he made and the way his hand reached around to rub at your clit. Mitch moved to last his chest against your back, each thrust was hard and deep, moaning in your ear. You could hear him telling you how good you felt. How much he loved and missed your pussy.

"Fuck, can't wait to fill this pussy baby...you want that...hmm?" Mitch growled in your ear, slapping against your clit.

"Yes! Yes...fuck, please..." You cried out

You froze beneath Mitch for a moment before your entire body erupted as you came around his cock. Mitch felt his thrusts becoming a little more erratic as he felt you.

"...Ahh...yes baby..." Mitch whimpered before spilling deep inside of you, grinding his hips against yours.

The two of you collapsed to the bed with entangled limbs with chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

"Holy...fuck..." You whispered, eyes closed as you laid beside him.

"Mmmm, maybe I should leave more often." Mitch chuckled, moving to kiss along your shoulder before pulling out gently. "If this is what it's like when I come back."

"I'm gonna tell Stan you're no longer allowed to leave," You playfully glared towards him.

Mitch bent down and kissed your lips before slowly getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. You stayed in your place and closed your eyes. Mitch came back after cleaning up, he cleaned between your legs with a warm cloth, before tossing it into the hamper.

"Lazy day today," Mitch asked moving back into bed with you.

"Lazy day," You spoke before turning to nuzzle into his chest.

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What A Scary King

Summary : King Mitchell is known for being cold and distant. Some would even say scary. And if it seems like you're the only one saved from his temper, he knows how to prove the gossip wrong, even more when you ask him to be nice.

Pairing : King!Mitch Rapp x Royal Guard!Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, pet names, smut, degradation, power unbalance, mean mitch, creampie, titty worship, slight manhandling, overstimulation too if you squint, mitch being really rough on reader, kinda fluffy too in some places (i made the man a little sweet to balance it out :)).

A/N : second one for you birdie !! hope you enjoy :)

There she was, strutting down the hallway of the castle, looking as fresh as a morning flower and as joyous as the sun. She reminded of the sun, ironically, probably looking ten times brighter. She could light up a room with her smile making hearts melt was her specialty and she surprised more than one when meeting her.

That girl was you. You were the embodiment of the sun in this dull ancient castle.

In a place where power ruled over everything else, a constant fight to keep it or get it for ourselves as well as money and adoration from the people, you skipped freely, as if nothing truly bothered you. You were the only free in this fancy diamond cage. That was what had attracted Mitch’s attention first, how free you looked, happy and just bubbling in excitement at practically everything. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he found you annoying and excessive in your reactions at first. He would even say that you were actually too bright and it was painful for his eyes.

Mitch was completely opposite to you. Just like Edward Cullen, he looked like he was in pain at each interaction he was having. Visibly uncomfortable or just bored out of his mind, he just couldn’t help his incapacity to care. He looked just about perfect for the role too, messy hair and scowl who could make a war veteran cower. Was he doing it on purpose ? Yes, people wouldn’t approach him and would approach you directly.

The problem was that people were supposed to talk to him. He was the king and you were just his personal bodyguard.

You tried to help him put himself out there but King Mitchell was definitely not the easiest to deal with. He always found a way to get his way and that meant letting you blabber around with important people while he found a way to stand there and watch you or just disappear. And you couldn’t say or do much, because he was the boss. But you did speak, because that’s all you ever did, talk.

“Your Highness ! Your Highness, stop walking! Wait !”

He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, clearly amused by the situation, just like the rest of the staff watching it unfold. It wasn’t unusual but they had to act as if they weren’t seeing it. As usual, there you were, running after the King, trying to have the usual conversation.

You were still following him, this time through the hallways of his quarters, forbidden to most, except you. You lived there, and not with the other bodyguards, for a reason unknown to them and the rest of the staff.

He kept walking and you kept running, trying to catch up to him, which was lore difficult than it seemed. In your defense, the King had longer legs, and he had disappeared about five minutes before you noticed and started running after him.

“King Mitchell, stop ignoring me and stop walking too !” You huffed, sounding out of breath.

You were still running when you slammed violently against his back, the bastard had stopped now only and probably on purpose too. He was trying you, and succeeding too.

You let out a grunt of annoyance, breathing in slowly to catch your breath while he stood there, like a greek statue. The man turned around and smiled widely at the glare you threw his way.

“That’s not a way to look at you king, princess.” He said, tilting his head and grabbing your waist in his hands.

You looked around frantically, making sure that no one could see you before kicking him in the shin.

“Don’t say that ! If people hear you, they’re going to have my head on a platter.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. His hand came up to your face, holding it tenderly and in that moment, you slightly forgot the reason why you’d been running after him. Mitch was rarely as tender and soft with anyone, but you were the exception again. When he kissed your forehead then your eyelids, you wanted to melt in his arms.

“I’m the king. No one will have your head, ever.” His lips were soft on your skin, soften than they looked. And so were his hands, they felt like clouds. Maybe you were tired from running but you suddenly felt sleepy.

A sudden boost of energy ran through your entire body, waking you up and making you gasp loudly, you’d been played again. You groaned in frustration, kicking his shin again and earning a glare from him. You raised an accusing finger at him, your own glare making him lose his to a smile.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that ! You have an important meeting, your Highness ! Let’s go.” You snapped, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. It was strange for most to see this, because he was still the king, but he allowed himself to be pulled around like a petulant child.

Entering the conference room, you bowed politely, apologizing for the delay and announcing the king in. You watched him sit himself ay them head of the table after saluting the guests and ran to stand next to the other body guards.

You always loved to see him try and focus, even when he was visibly bored. He would always try his best when you asked and it did make you feel special. Deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man silently walking towards you until he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“You need to share your secrets on how to tame the King.”

You jumped, turning towards the man and recognizing him instantly. He was one of you friends from when you were still in training. Giggling to yourself, you turned towards him to discreetly whisper back.

“I wish I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to exclusively call myself the royal whisperer…”

You both laughed, beginning a conversation and reminiscing about the years you had shared at the academy. Most of it revolved around him talking about the things that hadn’t changed, from your constant smile to his own awesome jokes, you both complimented each other well. It reminded you of the duo you formed back then.

For the rest of the meeting, you both stayed close, discussing your lives and the projects you had, it felt refreshing. You completely forgot where you were and what you usually did during those boring meetings. You often found yourself saving Mitch by justifying his cold reactions or sarcastic answers, but today you were truly enjoying yourself. Now, you absence was noticed.

Maybe it was childish of him, he was the king after all. But that same position made it okay for him to do whatever he pleased. And it meant being an absolute ass the whole time. It usually took less for you to rush to his rescue but here, nothing. He couldn’t even feel your presence around him, and when he turned around, he figured out why.

Did he feel all soft inside seeing your bright face ? Yes. He hated those meetings as much as the next but seeing you around him, smiling bright made it better. Now, was he happy to see the guy with his hand on your arm, making you laugh ? Not so much. He knew you were bored and trying to entertain yourself, but that hand, he wanted it off.

Completely ignoring his guests, who seemed to let him do what he pleased, he turned fully towards you, watching you both talk about whatever. When your friend cut himself off mid sentence to turn towards the king who was purposefully glaring at him, you sigh internally.

“I see you both seem to be having a very interesting conversation. Would you care to share with the rest of us ?”

“I’m sorry your Highness, we we-“

“We were discussing her evolution in the ranks as a guard.”

Your head snapped towards the man next to you, looking at him with surprise. You expected him to hide behind you or stay silent but in contrary.

You watched your boss readjust himself in his seat, his interest clearly picked by the answer. Indeed, most would be scared to respond to him, or even just look at him, he wasn’t known for being the nicest or having the best patience.

“What about her evolution ?”

“It’s an example in the academy, you Highness. She represents a lot for us, like a goal to archive or someone to be inspired by. No one ever climbed so fast and stayed up this long. She’s always a fun topic to discuss with the other recruits, mostly since you personally appointed her when most of your advisers had doubted the decision.”

If they could see how hot your face was in that moment, they would laugh. You hated being the center of attention, or at least noticing the attention around you and currently it was all on you. You could see Mitch’s little grin, signaling that the answer had either genuinely amused him or pleased him. Whichever it was, it was clearly better than him glaring at your friend. That grin, only you noticed it, because to others it just looked a little scary and threatening, like he was plotting something dark and vicious.

You adverted your gaze to avoid his eyes on you, they always pulled the worst reactions at the worst moments and you hated being so exposed. He’d would argue that on many occasions you enjoying being exposed, even loving the idea of being caught in those moments. He was digging into your soul with those eyes and making sure that you couldn’t escape it.

For a few more seconds, said seconds feeling like minutes, both men stared at each other while you hid in yourself. Suddenly, Mitch audibly chuckled, stunning everyone in the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.

“I see you’re a good judge of character. She is one on the my greatest prides. Happy to know that her growth is admired by others as much as I admire it.” He declared, his eyes completely focused on you.

He turned back towards his associates, but not before sending you a subtle wink. You practically choked, scared by the blunt act in public. You fractionally looked around, lucky that most were smiling to themselves but none seemed to have noticed the king’s playful act.

~

For the minutes left to the meeting, you stood in semi silence, responding to your friends few jokes. You weren’t really focusing on anything other than Mitch and the way his deep voice resonated around the room. Commanding was his job but it didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all mushy inside when his voice cut through the room and brought out instant silence and obedience.

When it was over, everyone saluted each other, your friend giving you a short hug and telling you good luck with the scary king. You laughed before returning to Mitch who was glaring at him with that horrible smile once again. You watched everyone empty the room before it was your turn to leave. The walk to his quarters was silent but as soon as you both felt and seemed completely alone, you turned to face each other.

The grin on his face meant nothing good while the scowl on yours meant nothing good either. When you started hitting his arm, he started laughing, probably expecting this exact reaction from you.

“You absolute idiot ! Why do you do things like that !” You exclaimed, still hitting him.

Your arms were stopped by his firms hands and you were pushed again the nearest counter. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit you on it, keeping your thighs open to settle himself between them. His face found the crook of your neck and his nose dove in, rubbing against your collarbone and inhaling your scent.

He would always bath in your scent during meetings like these, you’d stay close and he would take deep breaths to smell you and feel the calmness exuding out you. You were his peace, his calmness, his control. He might’ve been the king but you called the shots and you probably had no idea. Whatever plan or idea you had for this country, you’d share in the middle of the night while he held you close to his chest, holding your naked body and massaging you to sleep. Whatever you said, he would listen and make a mental note in his head to make it happen.

His nose was replaced by his lips and his hands moved away from your waist to slide under your uniform shirt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and tight with his boa like grip. His free hand kept roaming, exploring your chest and grazing your under breasts.

This was his way of decompressing and the grunt coming out of his mouth and being muffled by your neck told you that it was time to do your part. You smiled, laying a hand on his back and raising it up softly to his nape. Your nails grazed the back of his neck before reaching the real point of relaxation he wanted you at. You felt him exhale in relief when your soft fingers started massaging his scalp.

The kisses against your skin that followed were all cut by his peaceful moans of pleasure and little groans of comfort.

“Fuck, I needed this…” He whispered, feeling his whole body lose strength. His grip on you even lessened, his body too relaxed to keep such a tight grip on you.

You stayed silent, rubbing all the tension and exhaustion away. These were your favorite moments with the King. He was always the best with you and you understand the risks of generosity and niceness coming from a king. You understood it all too well, but you couldn’t help the memories of the people thinking that he was scary or mean. Your Mitch, he was like a wolf, it took more than nice words and acts to have his trust and care, but once you received them, it was all he gave you.

You took your hand out of his hair to hold his face and pull it away from you to look into his eyes. There he was, tired but loving and gentle. You could feel it in the smile he gave you, this goofy smile only you could see, the kind that ripped away all the layers of royal etiquette he had to hide under to protect himself and the people he loved, you included.

“Why can’t you be nice and sweet with everyone, just like you are right now with me…?” You asked with a pout.

He grabbed your wrists and tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused.

“What do you mean ?”

“Everyone keeps asking me how I manage to work for you when you’re so ‘mean' and ‘scary’ ! I don’t do shit ! You’re just really nice to me and mean to others sometimes !”

While you seemed genuinely upset, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, because his ball of sunshine was slightly pissed and he was, maybe, responsible for it. That did things to him that shouldn’t happen in a normal body and he wasn’t going to deny any of them. The bulge growing under his slacks, he wasn’t going to hide it either.

“They think I’m mean and scary huh ?”

“Yeah ! And you are ! You put my friend on the spot less than half an hour ago and I’m sure it’s because I was talking to him and not standing next to you !”

He chuckled, you were nice but not stupid. And he was basically an open book to you, the king for children with more images than words and all that. Looking at you with lustful eyes that you hadn’t even noticed, he pushed himself even closer to you, letting it be known that he had specific intentions at the moment.

“But what about you Sweetheart…” He leaned into you, letting his lips ghost over yours and his tongue lick the upper one, tempting himself to push it into your mouth and swallow your taste fully. “Have I been mean and scary to you ?”

You knew what he was doing and it was working. With his lips right there, taunting you to lean in and receive the kiss you desperately wanted. You could feel the air around you both, warm and filled with the silent burning desire you both shared for the other.

Placing your palms on his chest, your mind told you to push him away, to stand your ground and make it clear that he was in trouble. Your heart and your pussy, on the other hand, were holding a complete different speech, completely forgetting about the issue at hand and ready to expose themselves and show him the exact ways you were ready to please him.

His bulge against your warm mound, pressing softly and letting you get used to the pulsating member. You kept in each and every sound threatening to come out of that pretty little throat at each little jump of his cock again you. You could feel his aroused and he could feel your rapid heartbeat through you cunt.

“Come on, Sweets… I asked you a question…” He whispered, rubbing his nose against your cheek and down your neck. With his hands roaming free and making you jolt each time he’d touch a piece of bare skin, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking clearly.

In one last moment of sanity, you managed to push out a singular word.

“Y-Yes…”

You could feel his smile again your skin, devilish and preparing countless nasty things to do to you. You yelped when in one rough move, he thrusted his hips forward and fucked your clothed core. One movement wasn’t enough for the king who kept grinding into your cunt, letting you drip through your clothes and soak yourself wet of arousal. With your slick dripped every smart and rational thought, your clenching cunt begging to drip all that sweet sweet sweet wetness all over his large mushrooms tip and all over his thick shaft. Grinding on you wasn’t enough, he knew it, and as a King, he was to serve his people, you first.

When his hands reached for your face, holding it tenderly and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you finally let yourself sink and allowed him to play with you however he wanted. You would’ve failed convincing him to be nice anyways, why bother ?

“Aww Sweetheart, I’m so sorry… You’ve been needing me nice and sweet huh ? That means I haven’t pampered you in a while. We need to fix that, don’t we ?”

~

One thing about King Mitch, is that when he put his mind to it, he could be as sweet as candy, and just as addictive. But when it came to you, it was instinctive, no need to be convinced, it was in his blood and soul. You owned him in a way that made it impossible for him to even think of letting you lift a finger.

He loved taking care of you and that meant that every chance you gave him, he would use to the max.

You should’ve seen it coming, it was practically written in his eyes that he would milk the opportunity dry and use your own words against you. You should’ve seen it and felt it too, and you had. Blinded by the warmth of his cock pressing against you, that was enough of a sign.

“Come on Sunshine… Don’t be so silent…" He mused, pressing his open mouth against your ear.

The king was never too fond of jokes but clearly he was in a humoristic mood.

The moment his earlier words came out, you were stuck, victim to his eyes, hands and tongue. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything that would follow. Quite literally ripping your uniform off of you, he took your com and signaled for no guard to contact you for the following hours before crushing it under his feet. He’d make sure to get you nice and loud and that, he was the only one allowed to hear it.

Describing him as eager would be a euphemism. His lips had found the very weakest parts of you in seconds, sucking and biting on your sweet flesh and leaving behind trails of teeth marks. His grip on your trembling body was unforgiving, pressing you to him with the might of a man ready to encrust his soul in the heart of the woman he loved. How romantic.

Mitch was firm, his touch rough, but never beyond measure. When his fingers slid in you, parting you open while his free arm stayed wrapped around your waist, your first reaction was to squirm away. His touch was always so overwhelming, your instinct feared your own reactions. But his weight pressed you into the mattress, keeping you still while making you take in and accept every sensation. You’d be taking much more soon anyways.

With his fat cock pushed deep inside your clenching channel, you could only mewl in pleasure while he kept you sat still on top of him. His firm hands maintained you in place as his hips rolled under you. Your frail body was left void of strength at each wave of arousal, your will to gain control over yourself long gone.

You reached for his hands wrapped around your hips and leaned into his chest, letting go of the idea of defense. You were surrendering, your core was doing the thinking for you and so was your heart. You were a sucker for pleasure, even more when it was given by him so softly.

Your heavy breathing slowed down but still audible for the man who’s lips dipped down your neck and started nipping at your skin tenderly. His fingers kept working on you, massaging your tender flesh to relieve all that stress you carried around. What a good girl you were, protecting him without asking anything in return. You deserved that relaxing moment.

“M-Mitch… Mitch, Please….” You pleaded, biting your lip to cover a loud moan when his cock jolted inside you.

The king stayed silent, unable to hear you over the loud screech of his own pleasure demons. Every part of him was craving you, craving a taste of you, craving to devour you whole while you surrendered to him. With your pussy wrapped as nicely as ever around his pulsating girth, his thoughts were clouded by more than thousand ways to ravish you. The sweet innocent sunshine who couldn’t help but make friends with every stranger she crossed.

You called him mean and scary, and the sly demon on his shoulder was tempting him to show you exactly how scary you could get. God, he knew you’d love that, to be turned inside out and filled to the brim, leaking cum at each and every step you took. He could picture it and the vision was nothing but sin wrapped in perfection. The desire to mark you as off limits to the rest of the world in the most primal of ways gad been burning inside him for as long as he’d known you. Could you blame him ? The thought of corrupting you, turning you into a beacon in his sea of darkness was what plagued his dreams day and night.

His warm palms reached up to your breasts, cupping them roughly, he pushed you further into his chest. He leaned down, biting your neck and grinned at the new mark his teeth had left on your flesh. Thumbs twirling around your erected nipples, pointing hard towards the source of their pleasure, the movement of his hips under you left you weak and begging for more.

“You pleaded for me to be nice and sweet, princess… You wanted that… I promise you, that fat cock that you love so much is as nice and sweet as it gets… Tell me you feel that sunshine… Feel how much your pussy’s taking… How well she’s taking it too, Fuck, that pretty pussy’s being so good…”

You felt yourself fall forward and lean on your hands to kept yourself up. Your thighs parted wider around his, letting him watch as your cunt spread open to take more of his thickness in. Poor brainless thing you were, fucking yourself on top of him while he leaned back onto the pillows and you move.

He detached his hands off of your waist to caress your back and calm down your shakiness. Your hesitant movement started to find their rhythm and that was when he pinned you to his chest again, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the bed. He moved your legs to have you spread perfectly in front of your own reflection.

He could see it all, the way his balls twitched, begging to enter you too, his cock large and greedy, pushing into the deepest crevices of your being and your folds welcoming him with the nice, slick shine of your juices. If he could have this picture painted and exposed in his office and every place he was at, he would, but no one would ever see you like this other than him. Not while he was alive and while you still accepted him as the only one worthy of loving you.

“Look at that pretty pussy, begging to be fucked like she deserves… Bet that brain of yours isn’t functioning anymore, is it ? You know what you have to do to get the relief you want. You gotta let me hear it, Sunshine.” He leaned against your ear and bit on the cartilage softly. “Let me hear how much you like it when I’m treating everyone like shit. You love it even more when it’s you… When your pussy’s getting abused and filled as if it was your only job to take my cock."

The arousal you felt at his words was like no other, impossible to even speak on out of pure shame. He was right, you were a desperate cockslut who enjoyed seeing him treat the world like a dirty paper towel ready to be discarded. You knew it made you wet each and every time, no matter where you were and so did he. You think he couldn’t see you ? The way you’d bite your lip and clench your thighs together, hoping for the sweet slick pooling out of your pussy to not drench your pants too much. He knew your routine better than you did and his body could practically feel you react to his rudeness.

The beauty loved the beast and she loved getting filled while he treated her like the rest, if not worse. His sharp words cut through you like knives and let you bleed out while he used your body for his pleasure and enjoyment. Cum dripping down your legs, he’d have you crying and apologizing for complaining when you both knew that was what got you off.

A tiny scream escaped you when you tried to sooth your poor aching mound by rubbing your clit but were quickly stopped by his long fingers grabbing yours. You deserved the smack he laid on your pussy and you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying out for mercy.

“P-Please ! Please your highness ! I’m sorry ! Please, make me feel…. M-Make me feel good ! Please ! Please, King Mitchell, fuck me !”

Like a symphony coming straight from the heavens, your pleas flew around the king’s head, filling it up and taking over the restraint he’d managed to show until now.

Rubbing your swollen folds with his long fingers, he reached up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his for a passionate, mind numbing kiss. His tongue sliding over your own, he was suffocating you from the insides and getting a taste while he was at it. Running a hand up your back, he grabbed a large piece of your hair to pull on them and give him more access to you.

The sounds of your moans were muffled by his groans and the movement of his tongue but nothing could compete with your cries of pleasure. That was the true prize, seeing tears drench your soft cheeks and warm your face while you tried to keep yourself from going crazy. That was what the King would call a success.

Suddenly raising himself and kneeling on the mattress, he threw you forward, forcing you on all forth. You turned towards him hesitantly and cried out once more when you felt his thick shaft slide out of you. If you could see yourself and the state of your pussy in that moment. Slick was coating your folds and dripping down your thighs. Reaching two fingers to gather some, he licked his digits while stocking his fat girth in his fist.

His eyes stayed on your reflection on the mirror, making sure that you knew he was preparing himself to ruin you. Clearly it was working, the man could see your pussy clench around nothing at each breath you took. What a spectacle.

You needed him inside you again, god, you would die if he didn’t fuck you soon. The vision of his member out, leaking precum drops everywhere but inside you drove you insane. Your mouth was salivating at the images, your body acting on its own and pushing you to slowly push your cunt in the direction of his bulbous tip. He was quick to stop you with a loud smack on your ass which only made it worse for you.

“You’ll get stuffed when I decide it, don’t be greedy and stay still.” You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back, warning you to try it again.

When you felt his palm on your back, and the other on your ass cheek, you sigh in relief. He leaned down to kiss your spine like he always did, as a sign of reminder that he still loved you as tenderly as a cloud could love and that if it was too much, you could call out for him and he’s stop.

“I love you Sunshine, remember that okay ? Don’t hesitate if you can’t take it.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the wave of softness melt your insides. Before you could recompose yourself, your ass was parted open, showing him the perfect view of your two holes gaping in obscene desperation. Even your body was betraying you and exposing ho much you needed cock to be happy.

Lining himself with your pussy, your face fell in the pile of sheets, biting them hard and gripping on the fabric with everything she had. The man was still torturing you, smearing precum all over your folds and letting it cover you properly.

“M-Mitch… Mitch please… A-Ah ! I-I need… I n-need… Need you to… f-fuck t me… Please !” You moaned, begging for the real deal and only getting a smile from him in return.

Pushing his mushroom shaped tip inside you slowly, he watched your face change into a pleasure dilled expression. His smile grew before he pulled out once more, enjoying your loud moan of disapproval. Before you could complain more, you were being impaled on every single inch of cock he had to give. Buried to the hilt, you was ready to bust, feeling your folds tremble on his heavy, cum filled sack.

“That pussy’s to die for… Fuck, look how nice and tight she’s squeezing me…”

Staying still for a few seconds, he backed up, sliding out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing himself deep again. He wanted you on the brink of madness and clearly, he was doing a good job. You could feel all of it, the pulsating veins adorning his long, thick shaft and the large tip that crowned it all.

The motion that had started slow, quickly picked up, his cock going back and forth inside you and expanding your wall to be molded around his girth and making sure that your pussy would take him and only him. He would carve his thickness in your soft walls and fully make you his, just like he was yours.

Gone were the tender hands, replaced by rough fingers gripping on your flesh and pulling you apart. With his nails grazing your skin and his digits pushing into you, your entire body burnt, the fire running through him flowing through you and leaving blazing marks on your sensitive skin. He was handling your body like a child would handle a toy, turning it inside out, exploring it and treating it exactly like it was, disposable.

These were the moments you loved but were too ashamed to claim, you loved him and when he treated you like a disobedient whore. Your pussy was his and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t creaming all over his cock at the thought of him disrespecting you more.

The loud sounds of skin slapping resonated in the room, topped by your obscene moans and his own grunts of pleasure. Each thrust was followed by the sounds of pleasure he tried to cover to hear you better. Yours were the only ones that mattered to him, fueling his ego as well as his heart. He could get enough of this, of you. From your whimpers to your depraved screams, he wanted it all, drinking them in with greed and begging for more.

“M-Mitch ! G-Good, feels… Feels so g-good ! F-Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Please, gimme more ! Need more, Please !”

“Look at you… Need more already ? Pretty pussy’s doin’ all the thinking for you huh ? Brainless slut, just like I like it…” He grinned, sliding a hand over your stomach to press it and feel his own tip through your skin.

The feeling and violence with witch he was plowing into your cervix was deadly, but when he flipped you around, making you face him while he parted you open and fucked you deeper was what broke you. Loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room and probably all around the quarters. It was probably for the best if these were forbidden to everyone but you two, probably for a good reason too.

His eyes never left you, fully focused on the mess he had turned you into. He was mesmerized by the view you were giving him, hid veiny cock going in and out of you, parting your sweet cunt open and dripping himself in your wetness to come out glistening in your juices. He could cum gallons from the memories of this alone, his balls so tight and full of cum, it became unbearable to feel them slap against your folds in the most obscene string of sounds possible. You greedy minx, you were swallowing all he had to give and more, exactly like he wanted. All of him was yours to take and possess. If you knew exactly how much you owned him, you would be surprised, he knew it, but he wanted you to know.

There was nothing more powerful than having a king surrender to you out of love and pure adoration. When many tried to force him on his knees, he willingly kneeled to you. And obviously, he would use his entire being to worship you.

Gaining a little bit of control over yourself, you observed his face, contorted in pleasure and trying to maintain himself focused to not cum. You knew that look, he had it every morning when you’d wake up to him relieving himself on you, during the day when you would be kneeling under his desk while he was taking some of the most important calls of his life, and at night when he was punishing you or rewarding you for your actions of the day. This was the look he had only for you, no one else.

The size of your heart doubled while your pussy tightened around him, holding his length tightly in your warmth and drowning him in your wetness. Raising yourself on your elbows, you felt a wave of confidence rush through you and take control of your body.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders and surprising the king who’s movements slowed but never lost in power. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling him with you and smiling while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kept him close to your chest, your breasts pressed against him while your mouth pressed his ear.

Fuck, you were killing him.

When he heard your difficult breath in his ear, from so close, he knew he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to control himself or stay focused on pleasuring you. He needed to cum, needed to let that thick creamy load fill you up and coat your walls all over. He needed to feel the warmth of him cum in every corner of your sweet pussy and needed to see it drip down your inner thighs at each of your step. He needed the image of your beautiful face while you tried not to moans when a droplet of cum would slide down and remind you of how much spend was left in you, he needed all of this to survive and the selfish, mean and scary king he was known to be would take exactly that mercilessly.

Sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, he grabbed handfuls of your flesh and held a tight grip on you, even tighter than before. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not when the large mushrooms tip adorning his veiny cock was pushing deep into your sweet spot and pulling the most beautiful screams out of you. If this was how he was going deaf, he would accept his judgement gladly, it would all be worth it.

You nails dug into the skin of his back, deeper and deeper, in sync with your cries of pleasure. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and drool was dripping down your chin. You looked messier each passing second and that pushed him over the edge.

His face rubbed into your neck, inhaling your hypnotizing scent and biting little parcels of flesh on his way. He took a look at his pulsating girth going in and out of you before looking back up at you and closing his eyes tightly. His own lips got closer to your ear, breathing into yours while you moaned into his.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re doing so good Sunshine, keep going… Good girl, keep taking it, take all of me, deep, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted, biting on your earlobe while his hands slid down to your parted thighs to hold them in place.

His sack slapped louder and louder against your folds, the sensation making your clit throb and your heart race. One of your hands let go of his back to cover your mound and play with yourself, bringing you closer to your end after hours of torture and obedience. Your cunt was sucking him dry, pumping and pumping for that load.

“Mitch ! Mitch, Mitch, o-oh fuck ! Needa cum ! Please l-lemme cum ! Need that load, all inside me ! Please Mitch ! Needa be full ! Please, fuck ! Oh, please ! Please, please, please, please ! Oh God, fuck, cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming !”

Biting your lip in a panic, you disregarded the little drops of blood on your flesh and let yourself sink in the pleasure. Your sweet cum exploded, flowing all over you both and drowning you in more pleasure than you could take. Your clit was left worn out and sensitive to any kind of touch, it even coming from the air around the room. Your body had collapsed in exhaustion, trying to call yourself down, when you felt his thick cum shoot out inside your tight heat.

He couldn’t help it, you looked so fucked out and messy all over. He had turned you unto that messy princess, his and his fat cock that you just couldn’t help beg for until you got it. He didn’t want to pull out but when he did, the view of both your cum mixed together dripping down your pussy was worth all of it. His cock was hard again instantly when he saw the mess.

You both stayed silent, panting and trying to catch your breath. Mitch reached to detach your arms from him and raised himself above you to watch fully. He grinned as he dipped down again to kiss your neck, should and bust. He left a trail behind him, one that made you squeak and whimper a little louder as he got close to your tits again.

His cock was playing with your folds, pushing his length between them and rubbing his seed all over you.

“Sorry Sunshine… I know you want to rest baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you Sunshine…” His words sounded like honey, sweet and hiding a swarm of bees. He wanted more, you knew it. You should’ve known better than to taunt him with that last thing you did. His lips kissed your nipple and sucked it in while the other was being played with by your free hand. “I just need… You to let me truly pamper you sweetheart. I need to show you how nice I can be to you Sunshine…”

His kisses descending towards your stomach made it more difficult to resist his words. Yes, a mean and scary king he was. Even scarier when he was sweet.

[inkedobsidian]

-DYLAN O'BRIEN MASTERLIST-

- main masterlist - - current prompt list - f = fluff a = angst ** = nsfw

Dylan O'Brien

maybe i am (f)

back to you (a)

Mitch Rapp

try me. (a)

red -> grey (a)

i win (**)

truth or drink (f/a)

sass (f)

mr. and mrs. smith (**)

[fitzells]

back bombarding the inbox !!! how about “Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?” with mitch 🤍

coming home, mitch rapp

notes: hi! i did not expect so many requests so please be patient! i will get through all of them at some stage :) i’m picking random requests that stick out to me to try and spark some motivation so hopefully i’ll start to write more!

due to my huge, monstrous reading and writing slump i feel very dumb so this is very poorly written i apologise

word count: 870+ (kind of short sorry)

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, slight cursing (not proof read)

Your lungs felt like they were collapsing within the confines of your chest as a groan of pure despair felt past cracked lips. Your head fell against the filthy concrete wall once more, body crumpling into itself.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been trapped in here, but every second that passed had wilted your faith in being found; it wasn’t the first time you’d been held hostage, you did work in the CIA, after all. Usually, you’d be prepared, however this attack was unprovoked; a relative of some criminal you’d killed had wanted to get his revenge, and boy did he do a good job.

You were weak, completely withered and beaten; your clothes were tattered and your body was aching, and all you could think about was Mitch. You’d expected him to have found you by now, he and Hurley should’ve burst through those doors days — maybe even weeks — ago. So, where the hell were they?

Your fatigued brain was cleared of all its thoughts as the piercing shrill of gunshots rang through the air, muffled sounds of gruff shouting following almost immediately after; you would scream, if it weren’t for the cloth wrapped around your mouth— you were probably too weak to do much anyways.

You winced at the sound of things, presumably furniture, crashing around; hitting the floor loudly. A door was kicked open, and the muffles became the slightest bit clearer.

“Where the hell is she?”

It was Mitch, of course it was Mitch. He was so close, he was in the hallway; all he had to do was open the damn door. You could hear him, shouting something else; kicking in the doors to the various rooms dotted around the house, until finally, you could hear a banging on the door to the room you’d been stowed in.

You watched with weak eyes as the rotting wood of the door began to crack, the weak material giving out finally as it swung open, and Mitch could finally let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“Oh thank God.” He muttered to himself, his gun hidden back in the waistband of his jeans once he’d cleared the room.

“I got her, Hurley!” He shouted into the hallway, before striding over to you. He’d never seen you look so exhausted. You looked frail, totally and completely drained as your body slumped against the wall, eyes red and wet as tears spilled from them. He grabbed a pocket knife from his back pocket, slicing open the ties binding your arms together; before placing a gentle hand at the back of your head and undoing the knot holding the gag around your mouth closed. Ugly, dry sobs fell from your mouth, his trembling hands cupping your face as his whiskey hued eyes pierced holes into your dull ones.

“Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?”

You shook your head, breathing uneven as the sound of various agents rooting around the house could be heard from the room you occupied. “I can’t— I can’t breathe.”

His thumbs stroked the apples of your cheeks as he tried to guide your breathing. “You’re safe, we’re gonna take you home, okay? You’re coming home.”

“Get me out of here, please; I need to get of here.” Your breathing only quickened as your eyes darted around the room, and he helped you to your feet; your back against his chest as he fully supported your weak figure, leading you out of the house and into one of the many vans parked outside of the house, holding his badge up to the agents that surrounded it.

Your head fell against the cold wall of the vehicle once he’d gotten you inside, whilst he quickly moved to grab the first aid kit, cleaning all of the visible cuts that painted your body; wincing at some of the bigger, angrier ones. “We gotta get you to the hospital.”

You let out a whine of protest, even though you knew you needed medical treatment … and fast; but still, you held onto his forearm as he moved it away from your body. He stared at you, concern flooding into his features as he took in your appearance.

“Are you cold— I’ll get you a hoodie. You’re probably hungry, why didn’t I bring food? I have water, I’ll get you some w—“ You mustered up all the strength you had left in your bones, pushing yourself up enough that you’d be able to knot your fingers in his hair, and crash your lips against his.

The kiss was desperate, full of emotion, conveying all the words you couldn’t manage to say to each other throughout the years you’d spent working together. His hand held the back of your head gently, the other one latched around the wrist that cupped his face.

You pulled away, just enough to be able to speak as his lips chased yours eagerly.

“I love you.” You muttered weakly, your lips just barely ghosting his. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He breathed, before pressing his lips against yours firmly, your body melding into his once more. “God, I fucking adore you.”

[ohwowimlonley]

Omg can u do a bodyguard! Mitch Rapp moodboard? Xx

YES OF FUCKING COURSE I CAN BC I LOVE HIM AND I LOVE TORTURING @amesstilinski

[harringtonstilinski]

Still Love Me? - Mitch Rapp

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Mitch Rapp x Reader Word Count:  Warnings: angst,  Requested: Yes. I hope you like this, anon friend! 😊 Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! Hope you’re ready for some angst! I listened to a heartbreak playlist on YouTube to get inspiration for this, lol. So, if you like this please don’t hesitate to reblog, comment, send something into my askbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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There are pros and cons to being with a trained assassin.

A pro: you always have your own “security guard.”

A con: you’re always on your own for days, weeks, or months at a time.

For me? It’s been about two months since I last saw Mitch, and about a month and a half since I last talked to him. I loved him before he left, while he was packing, and when he left, and it stayed for about three weeks after.

Coming home every night to an empty apartment wasn’t ideal. Making myself dinner every night, breakfast every morning… wasn’t ideal. I would call him on the burner phone he’d given the number for, but he never answered.

So, here I am… two months since I last saw him, sitting at my countertop bar, picking at leftovers from dinner the night before. I had all my stuff packed and put in the trunk of my car with the exception of a backpack.

I heard the doorknob wiggling before I heard a couple of footsteps with the door closing. Keys were the next thing I heard hitting the wall, letting me know the owner put their keys on the hook.

“Babe? You here? Smells good in here.”

I watched as Mitch walked into the kitchen, face bruised and cut. I sighed, putting my fork down and getting off the chair I was sitting in. “Come on. Let me clean you up.”

I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “You’re the fucking best.”

We both went into the bathroom, Mitch hopping up on the counter. I grabbed the first aid kit, grabbing what I needed from it; a couple of alcohol wipes and a couple of butterfly bandages. Sighing, I wiped one of the small wounds with one of the wipes, letting it dry and do its job at sanitizing the wound.

Noticing that I wasn’t in the best moods, Mitch put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him, something he always did. “Hey, what’s going on? You’re not acting happy that I’m home.”

I didn’t say anything, I just finished cleaning the wounds. Once I was done, I threw away the trash and said, “There. All patched.”

Walking back to the kitchen, I grabbed my plate, throwing the scraps away and quickly putting the plate and fork in the dishwasher before I grabbed my bag, ready to head out.

“Babe?” Mitch asked.

I had held my composure up until that point, the tears pouring from my eyes like waterfalls. I tried to hide my face from him as I silently sobbed, but he put his hands on my cheeks, guiding my face to where he could see.

“Hey, why are you crying? And.. where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m, uhm,” I said, trying to calm down a little. “I’m going to stay with my mom for a little while.”

“Why?”

I didn’t want to give him an answer– I was actually hoping I would’ve been gone before he got back, but that obviously didn’t happen.

“Y/N/N, babe. Where are you going?” he asked, more sternly.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered, still crying.

“What?” he whispered.

“I can’t do this anymore!” I exclaimed. “I can’t take the lonely days and nights. I can’t take the days that turn into weeks that turn into months! I just can’t do it anymore.”

“Come on, we work on that.”

“No, we can’t! Every time I try to call you, you don’t answer. Every time I try to text you, you don’t answer. I get it, you’re on a burner phone, but fuck, Mitch, you could at least let your fucking girlfriend know if you’re alive or dead at the end of the day.”

“You know I can’t do that. If I’m on a mission, I can’t look at a phone every time it dings.”

“I know, I know, I just–” I took a deep breath, tears still coming from my eyes. “I just can’t do this anymore. You’re gone on what seems like every week on missions. Can’t they lighten your load or something? Shit!”

“I don’t get why you’re breaking up with me,” he said, tears lining his waterline. “I mean, do you– do you even still love me?”

“I fell out of love a few weeks ago.” I put my hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. “There’s going to be a part of me that still loves you. I’m so sorry, Mitch.” 

I gave him one last kiss on the lips, resting my forehead against his for a moment before turning to walk out the door without another word.

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A/N 2: hi friends! i hope y’all enjoyed this. pls don’t hesitate to let me know what you thought in the comments, reblogs, or even my askbox.

Additional A/N: part three of wlcfl will be out when i can find a stopping point.

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Posted on June 18, 2022

[dreamsfromthesandman]

Sorry guys!!! Life has been really hectic with work and I found out I am expecting so just hang with me.