#mitch rapp blurb

[freedomfireflies]

One of Those Days* | Mitch Rapp

Summary: Mitch has returned home from a mission to find that you need a little extra love.

And who is he to deny you?

Word Count: 1.3k

Dedicated to @finelinesss 💞

“Look at me. Look at me.”

Your eyelashes warily flutter open, head falling back against Mitch’s shoulder so you can see him in the reflection.

“That’s it,” he seethes, strong arm tightening around your middle. “Such a good little whore when you wanna be, hm?”

You shiver in his embrace, enamored by the way he speaks to you. The rough edge to his voice. The low, salacious purr as his dark beard brushes your cheek. The way his long fingers toy with your clit as he fucks into you from behind.

You nod to answer his question, knowing how much he hates to be left waiting.

The corner of his mouth dances with the idea of smirking but when his eyes find yours, you watch his expression darken.

At first, you’re unsure why, until you remember what led you to this moment in the first place.

Mitch had returned home from a mission to find you in bed, curled up into a ball, clinging onto one of his shirts as you tried not to cry.

After making his way to your side, he attempted to find out what was wrong. But you didn’t really know. You were just…sad. Pulled down by the weight of your unexplainable grief. To the point where it felt like you couldn’t even breathe.

Maybe it was because you missed him. Maybe it was because you knew he’d be leaving you again not even eight hours after returning home. Maybe it was because all you wanted to do…was have him hold you.

Either way, seeing the concern in his eyes as he crouched down in front of you nearly tipped you over.

But Mitch had made himself more than familiar with you and these bouts of sadness.

And he’d learned only one thing can really help:

A good, hard fucking.

He’d kissed you with so much fervor that it forced your breath to hitch, helping ease the panic in your chest. And you wanted to thank him, but he didn’t want to hear it. He only wanted to hear your soft, needy whimpers of pleasure.

Minutes later, he had you stripped and pressed against the wall as he got down onto his knees to taste you. Of course, it wouldn’t be an afternoon with Mitch if he didn’t edge you a few times first. He kept you there for what felt like hours. Yanking you to the edge of release only to abandon you moments before you fell. It was cruel, and painful…and everything.

And once he was sure these were different tears streaming down your face, he felt satisfied.

Next, he took hold of your wrist and flung you around until your cheek met the wallpaper and his large palm met your ass.

The sharp sound echoed around the room as you groaned and tried not to squirm back into his touch.

“That’s for not telling me how much you needed me,” he hissed, teeth grazing the outer shell of your ear. Then, another spank. “And that’s for being my good little slut.”

He didn’t stop until you finally came. And just when you thought he was through…he led you over to the full-length mirror.

Which is where you’ve been for the past twenty minutes. Mitch’s stamina has always been rather impressive and today is no exception. You already know he’s holding off just so he can keep playing with you. Distracting you. Giving you enough marks and bruises to remind you of him while he’s gone.

Not that you’d really need them to remember him.

“How’s it feel, hm?” he asks, and you let your eyes trail down the veins in his arms as he continues thrusting into you. It makes you smile. “S’this what you wanted? Wanted to be thrown around and abused?”

Again, you nod, unable to answer verbally. Especially not now that his hand has found your throat to give it a good squeeze. 

“I know, baby.” He sounds proud of you. Proud of the way you’re behaving for him, even when this is all about you. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Always. Always so fucking good. Make Daddy so proud, don’t you?”

The nickname makes you gasp as your lashes begin to flutter, overwhelmed by the need for him and the pressure to your neck. 

You know he did it on purpose. Can see the smugness on his face as he reaches up to brush his thumb down your lip.

The droplets of blood that had begun to collect from a previous kiss smear across his finger and your chin as he drags it down…before bringing it to his own mouth.

You watch him suck your blood off his finger. Indulge in the way he groans, and at the way he presses his chest into your back as if to consume you.

That’s what does it for you. Staring at him, and loving him, and feeling him. You come and he’s a half-second behind. Filling you up as your knees just about give out from beneath you.

And you love the sounds he makes. Love the way he groans deeply before burying his face in your neck. As he tries to kiss you through it but can’t quite find the strength to do so as it sweeps him under.

You feel proud of the way you can make him come undone. Feel proud of how easily he loses his self-control for you. How willing he is to wrap himself around your finger.

Missing him breaks your heart.

But having him…makes it all worth it.

When he finally drops his hand from your throat, you move to speak. To thank him or whisper his name, but his head is already shaking.

“No,” he murmurs, turning you around to kiss you before dragging you back to the bed. “None of that. Just gonna hold you, okay?”

“Mitch—” you begin with a teasing smile, but his firm expression remains put.

“I mean it,” he repeats, almost as if to warn you. “Want you to be a good girl and come lay in my arms, okay?” 

“Mitch—”

“Now.”

And you smirk as you allow him to guide you down onto the mattress. His strong arms quickly encircling around your frame as he pulls you into his chest. Your face meets his slightly sweaty skin as you giggle, and he buries his lips into your forehead. 

You breathe him in for a good minute or two as he rubs his palms up and down your spin. Helping to bring you back to this moment. Even though your brain is trying to take you to the next one.

“Mitch?” you whisper, eyes falling shut as you press your mouth to his sternum, feeling the way his heart thumps against your touch. 

“Yes, baby?”

A beat.

“I love you.”

He’s still for a moment before he’s somehow tugging you closer and tangling his legs with yours.

“I love you,” he repeats back, that confident voice of his now a broken rasp. “So fucking much. Hate leaving you like this.”

“I know,” you tell him. “But you have to. I’d never want to get in the way of your job.”

“You are my job,” he tells you, with so much earnest vulnerability that it makes your head spin. “Being here with you is all I want to do. Fuck this other shit. I mean it. Just want to make you happy.”

You smile, head tilting back to see him. “You do. Always.”

He takes hold of your chin, a look of indecision on his face. Almost as if he doesn’t believe you. 

Then…he sighs, and presses his lips to yours. “Did so good for me, baby. So fucking proud of you.”

You flush at his praise, smiling as he trails his kisses down your cheek. “Always, Daddy.”

He grins. “How about I take you to dinner? Wanna just be with you before I have to go.”

The reminder makes your heart lurch but the promise of a meal with him by your side quickly distracts you. Even after everything, he’s still taking care of you.

“I’d like that,” you whisper, nuzzling your face into his palm.

He smiles. 

“That’s my girl.”

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[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?”

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[obriengf]

hiya! can yous do Mitch & 6 please ?

thanks 🩷

send me a prompt for some oblivious love blurbs ✩ Notes: weirdly obsessed with his shoulders right now

MISCOMMUNICATION

Mitch Rapp was difficult to understand; signals were crossed and mixed to the point where a blur was left behind, emotions swinging left and right as they failed to settle, and looks that were longing one second before harnessing avoidance the next. You didn't know whether he was coming or going and it pulled so much harder at your heart than you ever anticipated it would. You didn't think that falling for such a man would leave you awake at night, constant thoughts running through your mind about the things he said or did - trying to analyse their meanings, trying to find even a slither of hope that there was something worthwhile there. He made butterflies flutter, but he could also make them sink. Coldness stemming from his neutral gaze had the capacity to suddenly warm and light up the space you surrounded yourself in. He would soothe any stresses you had with his undivided attention, or leave you so utterly alone to lick at your wounds in silence. Mitch Rapp was an enigma, which both hurt and healed you. And for some reason, you loved him for it. For all of it.

You were trained to be robotic; every move was calculated to an exact second, every thought confident and assured before being acted upon. Mistakes weren't just frowned upon, they were inexcusable, and a single minuscule hair out of place was enough to brand one as atrociously disreputable in the eyes of the Central Intelligence Agency. But it wasn't until you were behind closed doors and the thrill of your mission was over, that you managed to exhale out the craziness and finally be human again. The past few days had been difficult - Portugal had worn you down, and the fresh scar draped from the edge of your ribs to the crease of your hip had only just started to heal. The skin was still raw as it sported a flushed shade of pink, but the suture that had taken years to properly perfect was holding together nicely. You had difficulty moving about, and usually, it wouldn't bother you as the mission was over, but right now you'd do anything in this moment to escape your hotel room. With squinted eyes, you cringed from the raising pitch of your partner's voice - the tone booming as it chastised you. The 'blame-game' was one that you never won, and even though you tried, you couldn't even cheat your way into the winning circle. You were underneath a spotlight and you hated it, despite only the two of you occupying the temporary living space. Mitch had started, and he hadn't planned on stopping until his point got across. "Are you out of your fucking mind!?" He yelled, the small space you sat within only amplifying the delivery even more. This Mitch was the one that you often saw clouded by cold tones and closed-off personalities. It's the one that made you walk on eggshells and question everything you had said or done priorly that day. It's the one that told you what you should have done, and not praised what you had done right. This Mitch was the one that you had first met when he had been a recruit, and all of that trauma that led him to you was still buried so deep inside his tortured heart and mind. You could never tell if he was being protective of himself, or of you. He is different to the Mitch that you saw a few days ago, however. This one was scared, frozen in place as he watched a knife aim for your stomach but instead drag down your side. His eyes had grown wide with worry as you collapsed in a small puddle of your blood, and his touch was delicate and gentle as it cupped at your cheeks and told you that everything will be okay. This Mitch scooped you into his arms and took you somewhere safe, with his own hands trembling in fear. He embodied warmth and care, and for a second you swore you saw his baby-brown eyes glaze with nervous tears. You were hastily brought back to your hotel room as you heard Mitch groan loudly, his rant continuing as he overlooked how you momentarily spaced out. Your focus flicked up to him as his hands tugged roughly at his growing locks, brows furrowed and voice raspy from the exertion, "You need to be more careful! What the hell was going through your damn head!? Everything was going according to plan and you had to go rogue? Are you fucking serious?! You could've died! " "Then why didn't you just leave me there if I'm such a damn liability then, Mitch?" You were tired. He had let you rest since the mission had been completed, successfully, but in true Mitch Rapp fashion, he still had to tell you what you had done wrong. He grunted at your comment, nostrils flaring as he seemed to briefly consider whether to continue lashing out. You watched as his left hand balled into a fist, veins protruding up the back of his hand and over his wrist, as he channelled his emotions into the tension of his curled hand. The man eventually released the hold after his knuckles grew white, only to point a stern finger in your direction, "I never leave people behind. I especially would never leave you behind, don't you ever say that."

Your head shook as your tongue clicked, perplexed over his conflicting temperaments, "I don't understand what you want from me!" Your own voice rose, surprising Mitch as much as it did you as you both jumped ever so slightly. The room fell quiet for the first time since he barged through your door. The shrill of your voices had died and was instead replaced with heavy breaths and a staring contest between two sets of sad and confused eyes.

Mitch tilted his head in bewilderment, an ask for you to elaborate before you continued with an exasperated sigh, "It's always Good -Cop Bad-Cop with you. One minute, you can be the sweetest man I've ever met who would do anything to make me laugh, or smile. And then, other times y-you're just a whole different person, like all of your walls are suddenly back up and you have a fucking grudge against the world like a goddamn moody teenager!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He was taken aback, voice leaving breathless as he took a tentative step closer to you. Not that he could pretend - Mitch knew that the hot-cold treatment was cruel, but he couldn't help it. Emotion to Mitch Rapp usually held a capacity for pure anger and revenge, but being with you allowed him to open up to many more possibilities. It terrified him, and he had been in such a slump for so long that he didn't know what to do. But he did need you, he needed his light.

"Just tell me what's going on, Mitch! Because it's so fucking hard to read you sometimes and it makes me want to tear my hair out and scream -"

"I LOVE YOU!" His voice echoed once more, the sentiment ringing through the enclosed space. Whisky-coloured hues glazed as his heart became exposed, laying out raw for you to see. Your expression harnessed shock and the lack of response made his laugh hollow and brittle. Mitch shook his head, focusing now on the scruffed toes of his shoes, "I'm in love with you. I thought you knew - "

"No, I didn't." You managed to say with whispered words, observing how the usually confident man in front of you now sank and closed in on himself. He was shutting down, drained from your fight and from the roller-coaster of the past few days. He already thought he was going to lose you when he felt the fresh warmth of your blood run through his fingers only a mere few days ago, but now, he might've just lost you as a staple in his life for good.

Silence had returned, yet it rang the loudest of anything else within that room that night. You had always expected that you'd fall for Mitch Rapp - how could you not? He had his moments of hilarity, amusing you when things got a bit dim or when mischievousness wove itself into his boredom. He held passion proudly like a medal when his interests were at play, showing just how he can truly immerse himself into hobbies or things that he liked. He was tough, both mentally and physically, and it was admirable to see how he would always stand up after being knocked down. He was also sweet when he wanted to be - even when he was raising his voice, purely exposing his protectiveness. Plus, he definitely wasn't bad to look at either.

What you didn't expect, however, was for him to have fallen for you, too.

"I hadn't even thought of loving anybody after Katrina died." His voice broke the barrier, eyes still peering down. Mitch drew a breath, his exhale shaky as he tried to gather himself, "I mean, I always seem to lose the people I love, and she was the last straw." The man cleared his throat as his hand ran back through his already teased hair, his stress evident, and he suddenly peered up at you, "Until a pain in my ass was elected my partner, and became so incredibly annoying that I began to find it endearing. Before I knew it, I was dreaming of life after all of this agent bullshit, married with kids, the whole white-picket-fence ordeal. And we were so damn happy."

A sweet smile shone his way through quivering lips and matching teary eyes. You held out your hand, desperate to have his hold ground you as Mitch's fingers slid between yours and he squeezed with complete adoration.

He licked his lips, "I'm sorry for yelling. I was just scared that I'd lose you, like I did the others. Because if anything happened to you, sweetheart, I swear - "

"You'd burn down the world?" You interjected a small chuckle from Mitch solidifying your correct choice of words.

"You have no idea just what I'd do for you." His other hand reached out to push back the small strands crowding your forehead, calloused fingertips never feeling so soft against your skin before. "I thought it'd be easier to shut you out, if I'm being honest... If I didn't love you, then it wouldn't hurt. But let's be fucking real, that's just impossible."

Pieces fell into place with perfect precision the moment your arms secured around his neck, your nose pushed into his shoulder, and his grip securing tightly around your waist. This moment was one filled with clarity and understanding, a mutual passion that cleared the air and prompted harmonising beats of hearts against two flushed chests.

"I bet it'd be even more impossible, since I love you, too." Your voice muffled against the worn cotton of his shirt, but Mitch heard you. His shoulders sunk in comfort, arms tightening even more, and the light of his life growing brighter with each and every passing second.

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[writingsbychlo]

Blurb idea - Mitch and reader have a fight. Mitch says some really harsh stuff and reader is really quiet and hurt . He feels guilty and make her dinner or her fav dessert or something basically I want angst but also fluff in the end

y'all were really in your feels when you sent some of these asks, there were a lot of angst requests

"Give me a fucking break! I provide this entire life for you, and still, all you can do is fucking get at me?" Mitch snapped, brows pulled tight and you jumped a little at the way his tone sharpened, so loud his voice echoed off of the walls. His throat bobbed, almost enough to feel guilty for scaring you so, but you knew him well, and when Mitch was this angry, he was seeing red, nothing else mattered. He took a deep breath, hands clenched by his sides. "Just leave me the fuck alone for a little while, jesus christ."

Silence settled between you both for a second, and you hated the way tears were burning behind your eyes, your own anger rising to combat it. "Fine. You want some time alone? Take as much as you want." You held your tone steady, not wanting to snap the way he had, and his face smoothed out a little, angry lines and taut features softening as he stared. You held it for a moment longer, before moving away from him, into the corridor of your small home.

Your boots were sitting by the front door, and you tugged them on, zipping up the sides as he followed into the corridor, daring not to come any closer than the doorway from the kitchen, the scene of the crime that had you so upset. "You're going out?"

His voice was quieter now, and you only nodded, unhooking your coat roughly from the hook it sat on, and grabbing a scarf too.

"Where are you going to go? It's freezing outside, and it's dark soon. You're being ridiculous."

"Maybe so, Mitch!" Finally, you did snap. But, your voice wasn't harsh like his. Yours wavered, cracking g toward the end, and his brows shot up in shock as you looked at him, clutching your coat and scarf in your arms, tears finally spilling over. "Maybe I am being ridiculous. But, being ridiculous out there is a hell of a lot better than being ridiculed in here!"

Throwing your coat over your shoulders, the scarf followed, and you grabbed for your back, shooting him a harsh glare at the very first step he took toward you. He froze in his steps, mouth opening once again, but this time, nothing came out. He simply nodded, once, tight, and turned on his heel, heading back into the house, still simmering in his anger.

You let the door slam shut behind you a second later.

You took a deep breath, the biting cold of mid-evening air biting at cold cheeks as you wiped away tears from your cheeks. You truly had no idea where to go, your mind reeling back on the conversation you'd just had, and how badly wrong everything had gone.

The store. That's where you'd go. To pick up cheese, the one ingredient you'd asked Mitch to buy, to bring home for dinner. You knew he'd had a long day, he'd been texting you all about it, but all his days were long, or hard, or both. His job wasn't easy. You expected him to have a better handle on things.

Patting your bag down for your car keys, you cursed, knowing they were still in the dish inside. You could go back in and get them, but you didn't want to be on the other side of that door again yet, and so your feet were carrying you down the pathway before you could stop it.

The walk wasn't far, coat fastened around you, scarf tight, hands in your pockets. There was always something oddly soothing to you about winter nights, it helped clear your mind, and within only twenty minutes of walking, you'd felt infinitely better. Upon making it to the store, getting cheese, and a couple of other items on your list, you'd made your way across to a small café.

The café you went to on your fourth date with Mitch. Finding time for dates had been hard in the beginning, and the two of you had settled on dates while doing errands, and so your fourth date had been a shopping trip, and coffee in this very café afterwards. It had been summer at that time, late afternoon, and you'd sat on the patio chairs laughing and sharing your stories until twilight had taken over the sky.

Now, it was dark, and cold, condensation forming on the windows where the cold outer air met the warmth on the inside of the glass. The cake in front of you still sat untouched, and you shook your head clear of the thoughts. Picking up your fork, you took off the edge of it, soothing yourself with the flavours of chocolate and fudge.

By the time it was finished, the clock was ticking late, and you still had the walk home to make before you got too tired, or let Mitch begin to worry. You were angry, sure, but you didn't want him to panic. Gathering your things and closing your tab, you sealed yourself back up warm, one hand clutching your shopping bag as the other tucked tight into your pocket once again.

The walk felt longer this time around. The later hour and the exhaustion settling into your bones at the prospect of walking back toward the problem instead of away from it lingered over your head, making it all the more difficult.

The house smelt like cheese and tomato and herbs when you stepped back into the house, and you scowled, knowing there was cheese in the shopping back you clutched. Placing your bag and the shopping down, you slipped the latches over, locking the house up tight, and Mitch appeared around the doorway once again as you were taking off your coat and scarf.

"Hey." He cleared his throat a little, and you glanced up, meeting his eye for only a second, nodding your head, and moving your focus back to your boots.

"Hey."

He shuffled a little at the blunt response, watching as you placed your boots neatly back on the shoe rack, before grabbing your shopping and moving past him into the kitchen. There was a pizza box sitting out on the table, stacked with a few smaller ones on top, obviously still hot as steam circled out from under the lids. "I ordered pizza."

"I see that." You mumbled, beginning to unpack your purchases into the cupboards and the fridge, hearing him sigh as he took a seat. Plates were already set out, a glass of wine sitting out opposite himself as he clutched onto his beer bottle again, and your eyes flickered around for more, wondering if it was the first one he'd had. It was.

"Sit down with me?"

"I need to shower, first." Stepping away from the table, his hand shot out, fingers brushing the back of your hand gently.

"Please, baby." You caved, sinking into the seat opposite him, and picking up your glass. Clearing half off the wine in one, the edges of his lips flickered up in a soft smile, and he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry."

"For which part, Mitch?" You raised a brow at him. "For forgetting the cheese? No. Perhaps it was for yelling at me. For telling me I do nothing, when it was you who insisted on this life." He could no longer hold your gaze, and he didn't dare to interrupt. "Was it not you, Mitch, who insisted I work from home, where it's safe? Was it not you, Mitch, who always told me to simply text you when we need something, instead of walking out to get it, just so I'd be here when you got back? Was it not you, Mitch, who chooses every day to keep doing this job, when you know how stressful it can be, when you promised me it would never get in the way of our lives?"

He paused, sensing the distress and anger you held, placing down his beer and clasping his hands to sit atop the table. "It was. It was me, all of it was me."

The confession fell heavily between you, and yet when he looked back up again, his eyes were shining the same way yours had been mere hours ago, a cold shock that raced through you. "I hated myself. The second the words left my mouth, but even more so when I saw you crying. I promised myself I would look after you, I did all of those things to keep you safe and happy, and yet, I was the one who hurt you in the end. I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped in my chest when you started getting your things. I was worried you'd never come back once the door closed."

You sighed, the crack in his voice telling you everything that you needed to know. "I'm not leaving you, Mitch. All couples fight."

He let out a shaky breath, nodding his head. "And I'll do anything to fix it, because I really don't think I'd survive it if you walked away from me, now." With a roll of your eyes, but one you knew was full of affection, he let out a relieved sigh, before pushing the pizza boxes toward you a little. "You should get the first piece tonight."

"I'm still mad at you." Despite your words, you accepted the olive branch, opening up the pizza box.

"I know." After loading some slices onto your plate, you turned it to him, beginning to open the other boxes as he helped himself to some of the food inside. "I love you."

You levelled him with a look, equal parts playful, irritated and loving. "I know."

#mitch rapp blurbs

[harringtonstilinski]

OMH HOLIDAY CELEBRATION YESSSS

I might spam u w request...jlyk

Okay so for the first one can I request a Mitch Rapp blurb where he takes the reader ice skating and when they get home they make cookies, hot chocolate and watch a movie on the couch?

here's your request!! :)))

i forgot part of your request, so i'll just write something real quick below the cut;

snuggling up on the couch with mitch is something that i absolutely love doing. it's one of my favorite past times, if you will. after having met him through a couple of mutual friends a year ago, we've been inseparable, aside from when he has to go on missions.

my favorite time of year to snuggle up with him is christmas time. thick blankets, lots of pillows, hot chocolate, those sugar cookies in the packages you get in the cold section at the store. i look forward to it all year!

mitch and i were currently watching one of my favorite christmas movies, dr. seuss's how the grinch stole christmas. the one with jim carrey. it's the best, and i'll fight anyone to who says differently.

"so, what's his deal?" mitch asked, arm drapped over my shoulders. "why does he hate christmas?"

"were you not paying attention?" i asked.

"nope."

i sighed. "he got made fun of for all his facial hair, so he shaved it and the kids laughed at him for having all those toilet paper pieces on his face. so, he threw his gift for martha may as well as the tree, and ran away to mount crumpit."

"seems a bit dramatic."

"coming from the drama king himself," i chuckled, poking his side.

he squirmed away a couple of inches, but moved back after grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers. "well, unlike the grinch, i happen to like christmas."

"oh, yeah? why's that?"

"because i get to spend it with you."

#answered #anon #request #there's a little baby blurb lol #mitch rapp x reader #mitch x reader #mitch rapp x reader insert #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan x reader #dylan x reader insert

[strangerquinns]

Dylan O'Brien Concept/Blurbs

SMUT(18+)

new look; dylan o’brien

morning sun; dylan o’brien

bathtub fun; dylan o’brien

wakeup call; dylan o’brien

friends with benefits; stiles stilinski

first time in months; dylan o’brien

party; dylan o’brien (part two)

apart; dylan o’brien

night-out; dylan o’brien

dirty text; dylan o’brien

hard and deep; dylan o’brien

high; dylan o’brien

breaking the rules; dylan o’brien

slow and hazy; dylan o’brien

“use me”; dylan o’brien

in charge; dylan o’brien

happy birthday; dylan o’brien

four months; mitch rapp

strangers in a bar; dylan o’brien

baby making; dylan o’brien

interview; dylan o’brien

smoking; dylan o’brien

shower fun; dylan o’brien

morning; stiles stilinski

good night; dylan obrien

good girl; stiles stilinski

FLUFF

sacred romance prompt: first date

dinner for two; dylan o’brien

a third; dylan o’brien

birthday boy; dylan o’brien

love of my life; dylan o’brien

movie night make-out (smut-ish); dylan o’brien

family; mitch rapp

crush; stiles stilinski

NYC tourist day: dylan o’brien

the first moment; dylan o’brien | i love you, too (part two)

on the streets of New York; dylan o’brien

drunk snuggles; dylan o’brien

happiness; stiles stilinski

potentially romantic prompt; gaze; dylan o’brien

early morning cravings; dylan o’brien

dive bar; dylan o’brien

stay in bed; dylan o’brien

newborn; dylan o’brien

forehead kisses; dylan o’brien

sneaking in; stiles stilinski

tongue tied; mitch rapp

mother nature; dylan o’brien

little white chapel; dylan o’brien

mother nature; dylan o’brien

“mommy, mine!”; dylan o’brien

terrible plan; stiles stilinski

Halloween fun; dylan o'brien

ANGST

need you close; stiles stilinski

the target; mitch rapp

proposed confession; dylan o’brien

one year anniversary; stiles stilinski | part two

jealousy; stiles stilinski | part two

potentially romantic prompts: catch; stiles stilinski

friends with benefits; dylan o’brien

“because I love you,”; stiles stilinski

“hold me”; stiles stilinski

a year in the dark; stiles stilinski

five years later; dylan o’brien

“will i ever recover?”; dylan o’brien (deleted by accident)

“by your side”; dylan o’brien

OTHER (NO THEME)

jealous; dylan o’brien

tied-up; void!stiles

pillow fort; stiles stilinski

red-carpet; dylan o’brien 

sleepover; stiles stilinski

baby; dylan o’brien

thanksgiving dinner; dylan o’brien

pda; dylan o’brien

mending and distracting; dylan o’brien | part two

shining armor prompt: (kill); void!stiles

Oblivious Lovers Prompt Night

Best Friends Brother

The Kiss

Void!Stiles

Perfect

Adore

imagines + mini-series masterlist

blurbs/concepts page two

#lets see if this masterlist will stay intacks #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien x female reader #dylan obrien x you #dylan obrien x y/n #dylan obrien concept #dylan obrien blurb #dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien fic #dylan obrien fanfiction #dylan obrien fanfic

[bradshawed]

100 CELEBRATION!

ahhhhh thank you all so much!!!! this is incredible and honestly insane. i couldn’t have gotten here without you all so i figured it would be appropriate to have a celebration. it’s going to last for a week from the 28th of may to the 4th june, so send in all your requests and i hope you all have fun!

rules — anyone can send an ask in for any of the following below, either on anon or not depending on which one it is and what you’re comfortable with. the characters i’m currently writing for are listed below, including any and all au versions you can think of, but you’re more than welcome to ask if there’s a particular one you aren’t sure about or would like to enquire. please remember to be kind! spamming is more than welcome, but try and keep to one question per ask. i’ll try my best to get through all of them but i do apologise in advance if any are missed, and i reserve the right to decline any. i’m not comfortable writing detailed smut so please refrain from asking. thank you all and i hope you enjoy xx

sweets 🍓 / send in your thoughts on any of my characters for a blurb!

chickadee 🐥 / send this in + i’ll send you a song that reminds me of you/your blog!

princess 👑 / common tumblr games! cym, fmk, kmk, would you rather, etc. or just talk to me.

angel eyes <3 / send in a character + and au for a blurb! e.g, rockstar!james or college!bradley.

sunshine 🌻 / moots only! send this + i’ll make you a moodboard based on your blog.

babybear 🧸 / tell me something about yourself. a fact. a favourite memory. and i’ll tell you something about me!

lovebug x / moots only! send this + a character and i’ll give you headcannons on what your life would be like.

characters can be found below!

characters!

top gun: maverick / bradley “rooster” bradshaw, jake “hangman” seresin, robert “bob” floyd, natasha “phoenix” trace, hangster/sereshaw

marauders / james potter, remus lupin, regulus black, sirius black

misc / tasm!peter parker, jj maybank, au!rafe cameron, ricky bowen, mitch rapp, drew starkey!social media

masterlist!

rockstar!jj maybank

jj maybank x kook!reader

neighbour!peter parker

tasm!peter first kiss

tags: @waklman @sematarygirls @katsendgame @lavenderslace @amoraffairs @wolvisms @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @charliedaltonsgfsblog @dadcomfort @bcyhoods @cosmal @bruisedboys @zoramones @bpdtistic @callsign-viper @thyme-in-a-bubble @aresriot sorry for any unwanted tags and thank you all incredibly lovely and talented people for following and supporting me, ily all xx

#drew’s catty corner #100 celebration ⭐️ #kissing you all on the forehead x #thank you ml’s #ily all <3

[hoes4dylanobrien]

I absolutely love your blurbs!!!! Can I request a Mitch one with "forbidden", smut, after mission in the hotel and woman in her mid twenties? Have a nice dayyy!!!<3

yes m'aaaammm :3 ty you are too kind!! hope u like <3 ‘lil dub con insert

You were tired. You’d just finished a mission, and had showered and fell into the luxurious bed with little to no clothes on. As you started drifting to sleep, you heard what sounded like someone entering your room. Nerves still on high alert, you reached for your gun hidden underneath your pillow, when a familiar voice rang out. “It’s just me,” Mitch rasped, climbing into the bed beside you.

“What are you doing here? What if Stan catches you-

“He won’t.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

He chuckled. “Pretty sure I do. Slipped him something in his beer just now. Trust me, he’ll be out for a while.” 

“You did not just drug Stan. He’ll kill you!” 

“Maybe, if he catches on. I’m more interested in what’s under those lacy panties of yours. . .” You felt his hand worm its way under the covers, palming your crotch. You laid a hand on his. “Mitch...” 

“Mhm?” 

“We can’t do this. You shouldn’t even be in here.”

“Why the hell not?” If you didn’t know better, you’d have thought he sounded offended. 

“You can’t be serious. A number of reasons, first and foremost being that I’m technically your boss, even if you don’t listen to a damn thing I say.”

“I listen...” He paused. “When you say something worth listening to.” 

You barked out a laugh. “Right. Okay, goodnight Rapp.” 

“What? That’s it?” 

“That’s it.” You turned on your side, trying to fall back to sleep. It was silent for a moment. You hadn’t heard him leave, or feel the bed shift under you. You sighed, not wanting him to fight you on this.  

As you turned back around, you heard it. A moan. Not just any moan; a decidedly sexy, manly moan. It was the single hottest thing you’d ever heard. 

“You’re not making this easy, Rapp,” you growled. 

You could swear he was grinning in the darkened room. 

“Fuck,” you said, moving closer. “I hate you.” 

“No,” he grunted out, “you don’t. You fucking love when I disobey. You love to try to put me in my place. It gets you all hot and bothered, but you know what? I’m the real one holding the power here.” Quicker than you could see, his hand reached out to bunch your hair into a ponytail and press your lips together in a heated kiss. 

“Now, put that pretty mouth to good use and suck this cock.” He nudged your kiss-bruised lips to the swollen member, the head twitching slightly as you worked to wrap your lips around it. 

“Fuckkkkk, yeah, just like that.” You deep-throated him, fondling with his balls in equal measure. At some point he started pushing you down, causing you to gag a little, spit sliding out of the edges of your mouth. When that wasn’t enough he took full control of your face and pistoned his hips so that he was face-fucking you. It brought tears to your eyes, not used to being used so roughly during sex; all your past partners were fairly vanilla in the sexual department. 

Finally, you felt the trickle of warm liquid down your throat, Mitch groaning long and hard. He sat back on his haunches while you caught your breath, having only breathed through your nose. He liked that you swallowed. 

“Much better,” he said, swiping a drop of cum that escaped from the corner of your mouth and forcing it back in. 

#mitchrapp #mitch rapp x reader #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfiction #americanassassin #requested #smut #drabble #dubcon #anon

[ohwowimlonley]

congrats, Cuba Libre - baby blurbs! (send in a character + mini prompt and I’ll do a lil blurb for it (specify nsfw or sfw!))

nsfw, medplay with Mitch Rapp??

[join the party!]

“Okay princess, show me,” he tapped the inside of your thigh, rough pads of his fingers sending goosebumps over your entire body. Your legs fell open almost on instinct, exposing your bare cunt to his hungry eyes, “oh, look at that, princess.”

“What? What is it?” You peered up at him, eyes filled with innocent tears. Mitch cooed down at you, running an investigative finger through your already sopping folds.

“You’re soaking, sweet thing,” he sucked on his teeth, thumb coming up to tap on your clit, relishing in your soft whimper, “s’okay, we can fix it. Just need my help, right?”

#•megs 100• #•megs smutty daydreams• #mitch rapp fanfiction #mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp moodboard #mitch rapp x fem!reader #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp #american assassin #medplay #tw medplay

[teen--marvel]

HELP!!!

WHAT GIFT WOULD YOU GIVE MITCH RAPP FOR CHRISTMAS?

i’m writing a fic request blurb thing and i’m stuck! 😩

@stiles-o-dylan24 @mirrorballwn 

#writing #i'll give credit!!!

[freedomfireflies]

Blurbs Masterlist!

Thought I'd add the blurbs to the main masterlist! And if you'd like to check them out (or need something to do while you pass the time in the bathroom), I've added them to this post, so they're all yours! You'll find some for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans!

Thank you again to everyone requesting, this is so much fun!

Main Masterlist (With full series)

~ Me? Jealous?

Best friend Harry

~ Rough and Loving It*

You tell Harry to get his anger out with you

~ How Do You Like Me Now?

Harry tells you he loves you more

~ Who Knew Olive Gardens Were Sexy?*

Makeup sex

~ Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun*

Meeting famous Harry on a flight

~ Soul Surfer

Scary Harry gets a scare

~ Speak Now

Best friends to lovers

~ Wet Dreams*

Harry catches you fucking yourself

~ Dangerous Games

Famous Harry is a PR nightmare

~ Harry in Subspace*

~ Showing Harry Around Hungary

~ I Don't Need You (But I Want You)*

Harry is your ex...but what's one last time?

~ Jealousy All Through the Weeknd

You and Harry run into your ex, Abel

~ Agent Dumbass

You get shot, Harry gets pissed

~ Stitch Me Up

Harry gets shot, You get pissed

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Harry get frisky in public

~ Sunny with a Chance of Stalking | Pt. 2

You find yourself behind bars with the very man accused of stalking you

~ I Think I'm Losing It

Pregnancy announcement on tour

~ Mirror, Mirror

Feeling a bit insecure

~ Maybe Harry's Not So Bad

You think Harry as having an affair

~ Ring, Ring! Hello? It's Horny*

You're feeling needy and call Harry while he's in a meeting

~ Lights, Camera...Angela?

Harry's director hits on him

~ And The Winner Is...*

Harry Wins a Grammy

~ Paging Dr. McHarry

You're a nurse and Harry needs help (Grey's Anatomy Crossover)

~ Harry in Your Highlight Reel | Pt. 2

Instagram concept

~ Keep Me*

Harry in subspace

~ Cruel and Unusual Punishment*

Harry keeps you strapped to a toy during his show

~ Better Not Pout*

The one where Harry isn’t leaving until he gets what he really came for.

~ Destiny

You see Harry for the last time

~ A Mother's Touch*

You and Harry celebrate Mother's Day

~ Always*

Harry Styles x Spencer Reid crossover

~ It Had to Be You*

Your ex-stepdad has something to tell you

~ The Walls Have Ears

Your best friend's brother, Harry, overhears something he shouldn't

~ No Tears Left To Cry

You and Harry get into an argument and he makes you cry

~ The Prism*

You, Harry, and Dylan go to a sex club

~ The First Time*

Your first time with Harry

~ Baby's First Baby

Harry tries to accept life and death

~ The Boy with Angel Wings

You and Harry roam the streets of Japan

~ Code Red

Harry is prepared to help with your period

~ Forevermore

Final show concept

Blurbs about Dylan and his different characters! (Gosh he's so pretty)

Dylan:

~ Getting Caught is Much More Fun*

Dylan wants a word...alone

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Dylan get frisky in public

~ Pillowtalk

You're secretly hooking up with the nerd...turns out, he's not so bad

~ Bathroom Briefing*

Secret meetings in the bathroom can be quite a bit of fun

~ The Prism*

You, Dylan, and Harry go to a sex club

Thomas:

~ Thomas the Angry Train

Thomas doesn't like your idea for the mission

~ Thomas the Angry Train pt. 2

You disobeyed his one order...and now you have to face his wrath

Mitch:

~ Alone Time Is Better With You*

You catch Mitch touching himself

~ One of Those Days*

You're having a bad day, but Mitch is there to make it better

Stiles:

~ Injured and Angsty*

Stiles hurt his wrist, but you're there to take care of him

~ Chaos, Strife, Pain...and You*

Turns out, Void feeds on more than chaos

~ Scott's a Peeping Tom

Scott catches you and Stiles making out

~ Now Let Me Hear You Cheer

Stiles can't get enough of your new cheer uniform

~ Tell Me a Secret

Stiles is rather secretive about his time at Eichen House

Richie:

~ Secrets, Sex, and Scandals pt. 1* | Pt. 2

You and Riche are sneaking around

~ Staying Out of Trouble*

Richie just can't help himself when it comes to you

Blurbs about Chris and his characters! Because everybody loves Chris!

Chris:

~ I Need You

You and Chris get into a fight, but neither of you can sleep until you've made it right

~ Have My Baby

Chris wants a future with you

~ Harry Styles Has Got Nothing On You

Chris is a little insecure about your past relationship

~ Make Me Your Future

Turns out, Chris needs a reminder on why you're his favorite

Full Masterlist

Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics

#harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles request #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #blurbs #requests #dylan #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien request #dylan o'brien blurb #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #tmr thomas request #mitch rapp request #mitch rapp blurb #mitch rapp smut #tmr thomas blurb #chris #chris evans #chris evans blurb #chris evans request #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

[fitzells]

"Protective " with Mitch please

send me a word and a character i write for. [open]

“You don’t have to be so protective, you know.” You hummed, dabbing at the fresh wound on his cheekbone with a cotton pad. The light in the bathroom was bright, casting a luminescent light over you both; he squeezed the backs of your thighs, spreading his legs further so you could shuffle in closer to his body. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can. And I’m sorry—“ He winced as you dotted antiseptic cream on his cut, and you mumbled out a light apology; squeezing the pale flesh of his bare bicep. “My judgment’s just— kind of blurred when it comes to you, I guess.”

You supposed it wasn’t so bad, in fact; it was kind of nice to know you had someone in your corner. Someone that cared that much. It made your heart swell. So you kissed him, soft and slow; sweet. “You keep sweet talking me like that and you might have to take me out on a date, or something.”

A huffed out laugh, somehow simultaneously bashful and nonchalant; and then he was grinning. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

#dylan o brien imagine #mitch rapp imagine #mitch rapp #dylan o brien #mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp blurb

[obriengf]

𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕤 CLOSED!

It's blurb time - and I'm so excited, that I made up a word for it... OBLIVILOVE! Oblivious Love is that angsty fluff that makes the world go 'round and it's a trope that I absolutely adore. If you'd like to partake, please send me ONE Dylan character and ONE number from [this prompt list] through my inbox and I'll write up a little something! I will write for: ✩ Stiles Stilinski ✩ Mitch Rapp | Cowboy!Mitch ✩ Thomas | Royalty!Thomas ✩ Joel Dawson ✩ Stuart Twombly

#dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #mitch rapp x reader #thomas tmr x reader #tmr thomas x reader #joel dawson x reader #stuart twombly x reader #oblivilove blurbs

[avenging-fandoms]

mitch rap fucking you on a mission even tho he hates you but there's sexual tension between you both so 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

“you fucked it up, yet again. i don’t know what they pair me up after i consistently complain about how much you ruin my missions” mitch unloads his gun, slamming it on the table. you scoff and place your hands on your hips, mitch side-eyeing you as he walked into the bedroom. you quickly followed, slamming your boot in front of the door before he could break your nose with it.

“i fucked it up? i told you to wait for me and you wanted to be mr. joe cool and take the shot, and you missed. how the fuck is that my fault?” you spoke but he looked through his bag, and you clenched your jaw. “hey, i’m talking to you, dumb ass!” you push his shoulder and he turns around, holding your neck and backing you against the wall.

this wasn’t a fighting choke either. his nostrils flared as he looked you up and down, rubbing his thumb along your lips. “you’re so.. fucking..” his sentence trailed off, lips against your neck. you flutter your eyes closed, fingers trembling at your sides as his hot breath fans your skin. “annoying” you open your eyes and push his chest, mitch grabbing your hair and twisting in his fist. “oh no no, you could normally get away with that. not now” he throws you on the bed and you throw off your boots, sitting up on your elbows as you watch him pull his shirt over his head. 

there was no denying that mitch was hot. even though he was a hot-headed asshole, the sexual tension between you two was undeniable. every brush of his fingers against you, you had goosebumps. when he protected you in some cases, you felt your underwear pool. then he’d say a snarky remark, and it’d be all over. 

mitch pulled down your jeans and you slid off your shirt, mitch falling on top of you and grinding himself against you. your fingers dip into his underwear and he sighs, roughly biting your neck as he thrusted his hips into your hands. “you’ve got a tiny dick, rapp” you smirk and pull his hair, rolling him onto his back and his hands rub up your body, unclipping your bra and throwing it to the side, licking his lips as his hands massage your breasts. 

“i’ll show you what my tiny dick can do, yln” he wrapped his hand around your neck against and took off his boxers, grabbing a condom and you look at him, the look in your eyes telling him to put it away. “are you sure?”

“yes, mitch. if you don’t touch me i’ll go do it my fucking self” mitch threw the condom to the pile of clothes, spreading your legs and tightly wrapping your arms around your thighs, licking a bold stripe up your pussy. you let out a loud sigh and run your fingers through his hair as you try to move your hips against his tongue but he holds you down. your thighs tremble a bit as he swirls his tongue around your clit, his dark eyes looking up at you. he pulled away and pushed your thighs to the bed, looking at you and you nod. 

mitch rubs his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his tip in and out of you. you whined, grabbing his hips and pulling him fully into you, the both of you moaning and gasping. “you f-feel so fucking good” mitch’s fists were placed on either side of you, your hands holding his biceps as he continually pounds his hips into yours. you bit your lip and rolled your eyes back, wrapping your legs around his waist and bringing him down to kiss you.

mitch rubs your clit and you gasp, picking your head up and mitch placed his sweaty forehead against yours, holding the back of your head. you look up at him and he holds your jaw with his hand, placing his fingers in your mouth as his other hand rubs your clit and hits your g-spot.

“fuck mitch, fuck. yes yes yes i’m gonna cum” you whimper and he holds your neck, pounding his hips harder and grinning as your legs shake around him. you nearly scream his name, nails digging down his back.

mitch pulls out of you and flips you on your hands and knees, holding your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth. you gag and saliva falls out of the corners of your mouth as you look up at him. mitch let his jaw drop and threw his head back as his cum shot down your throat.

“fucking hell” he breathed, pulling away and you wipe your mouth, taking a couple breaths. you both fall against the bed, your head on his bicep.

“i still hate you” you sigh, sitting up and slapping his leg.

“still hate you” he smacked your ass and you bit your lip as you look over your shoulder at him, leaving the room and heading to the bathroom. “yeah.. hate” he chuckles to himself and waits for you to get out of the shower to take one as well.

#mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp x you #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp imagine #mitch rapp imagines #mitch rapp blurb #mitch rapp blurbs #mitch rapp smut #smut #nsft #dylan o'brien #american assassin

[harringtonstilinski]

yabmh readers;

alright, so here’s the deal.

for those that followed me for yabmh; thank you. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. thank you for following, thank you for liking, thank you for reblogging, commenting and letting me know what you thought in my ask.

i’ve been trying to get back on my game with posting it, and i think i’ve done a fairly good job since having my son.

with that being said, i’m gonna pause uploads for it for this week. it’s the last episode in S5, and then we’ve got ten more weeks of posting S6 and then we’re done. 

i’ve switched fandoms to stranger things for a moment and those one shots & blurbs seem to be doing a lot better than my teen wolf series right now. i know teen wolf isn’t in demand right now, but i’m still gonna post the series. 

i’m gonna take a little break with writing a series for a little bit and just focus on writing blurbs and oneshots for stranger things until i’m ready to start my next rewrite series, always the babysitter.

as for my mitch rapp mini series, i’m gonna take a break with it because i’m not sure where to stop pt4 at.

i really y’all understand and don’t unfollow because i’ve got some fun stuff planned... and by stuff i of course mean writing pieces.

once yabmh officially ends, i’m gonna make another post pouring my heart out to y’all more.

#stilinskiparker #you'll always be my hero #yabmh #stiles stilinski #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf

[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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