#mitch rapp x fem!reader

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | 18+

Summary: You friend drags you to a celebrity house party since she's a famous influencer. You get very bad anxiety and hide in the master bedroom, unbeknownst to you, Mitch comes up to get away from his party and finds you in his room. And God, does he like the way you look on his bed.

Characters: Famous!Mitch Rapp x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), makeouts, pet names (baby, love), Mitch is drunk, Reader is tipsy, Reader receives mostly, p in v penetration (no sex), cockwarming

A/N: Not proofread or edited! also I tried something different with cockwarming, idk if yall will like it but oh well. I'm trying a lot of new things with coming up fics! (possible pt 2 where we get rough Dom!Mitch?)

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

As much as you loved your best friend, she never seemed to understand that you hated parties. Nevertheless, you always went with her when she invited you. Mostly just to look out for her.

Here you were, at a celebrity's house party in LA. Its funny, you don't recognize a single person you've seen so far. Leah, your best friend, took shots with you and you ended up losing her in the crowd.

As the party grew larger, you got more anxious. You'd much rather be home, in the comfort of your own home. You were now tipsy and made yourself upstairs carefully.

It was less crowded upstairs but still not quiet enough for you. You slowly made your way down the hall and to the only room that seemed to be closed.

You walk right in, shutting the door behind you and sitting down on the bed. Your clothes felt uncomfortable now, so you pulled off your shirt. You are left in a bralette and skirt.

"God, why do I say yes to her," you groan to yourself, laying back onto the bed. You stare at the ceiling, there is nothing there but it seems more interesting then the party outside of the room.

The music is so loud that you don't even hear the door open or close. Mitch is staring at you for a few seconds, soaking in your looks, before he says anything.

You are startled by the clearing of his throat and you jump up. He chuckles and sits on his bed, opposite of you. "What are you doing here?" You question.

"I can't come to my own room?" he jokes, you blush a little in embarrassment and look at the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know this was your house."

"I should ask you why you are here actually," he turns to look at you, smiling. You cant look away from his eyes. He's gorgeous.

"I just got anxiety out there. I'm not the party type, especially celebrity parties," you laugh, picking at your finger. Mitch nods and looks away from you for a moment.

"Yea, I didn't even want to host this party. My manager thought it would be good to announce my newest movie. I'm Mitch by the way."

"I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you. Are you an actor?" you shake his hand. His look seems to linger on your chest and you almost forget you are in a bralette that is mostly see through.

"Yea, I guess I am," Mitch chuckles. You have no idea that he's one of the biggest actors currently and he seems to like that. It's refreshing to him.

You look down and only now realize how you look. You scramble to find your shirt and cover up your chest. "Oh I'm so sorry! It just got so hot in here!"

Mitch shakes his head and slowly pulls away the shirt. "Nothing to be ashamed of, you are beautiful," your shit is disregarded on the floor and Mitch is now close enough that you can smell the alcohol on him.

You can't even stop to think before you push your lips onto his. Suddenly you are on his lap and his hands are running down your body.

"Fuck. I can't believe im doing this," You whisper against his lips. He chuckles and flips you over so your back is on the bed. He kisses your neck, moving his hands to unclip your bralette.

You pull it off and he stops just to stare at you. "You're beautiful, baby." He continues kissing down your body. You almost shiver at the kisses he placed right at your hips.

His fingers hook at the top of your skirt and he taps your hips. "Up." You push your lower body up and he pulls the skirt off easily.

Your hands are on his hair the moment he starts kissing you again. He presses both hands to your thighs and pushes them open, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

He doesn't hesitate before pushing his face against your pussy. His tongue swirls against you and you bite back moans that ultimately make their way out.

He hums at your pleasure, enjoying all the noises you are making. You press his head down more and he doesn't seem to care.

"Fuck!!" you moan out, letting go of his hair and gripping the sheets instead. There's a hot feeling in your stomach and the pressure builds up heavily.

"Go ahead, cum for me baby." Your legs shake, pushing together on his head as you cum.

It feels so good you almost see white for a moment. Mitch continues to lick your clit after you cum and it may be the most heavenly think you have felt.

When he finally pulls away, his face is covered in your juices. He smiles at you, and you want to kiss him so badly for how sexy he looks.

You don't hesitate pulling him in for a kiss, making him climb on the bed. His hands run up your body, pinching your nipples. Pleasure courses through your body and you moan into the kiss.

"I need you," You whisper out, he pulls away from the kiss. He moves away for a moment, pulling the rest of his clothes off. You can't stop staring at his cock.

You reach over to give him a handjob but he pushes your hand away gently. "Shh. I want to fuck you when I'm sober." You nod, moving to grab your clothes but he stops you. "I never said I wanted you to leave, pretty girl," he says, pulling your back to his chest. He pulls the blanket over you two.

"What are you doing?" you ask when you feel his cock press against your hole. He chuckles and pushes himself into you, causing you to moan.

"Just gettin' warm. Go to sleep, baby."

[xoxostiles]

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𝑺𝒕���𝒍𝒆𝒔 love language was simple.

Physical touch.

The man could simply not take his hands off you, safe to say he was obsessed with you. No. So deeply in love it had become an obsession.

No matter where you were or who you were with, he was always touching you.

Tonight he was extra handsy, especially in the dim lighting of the park light, laying on a blanket, star watching . You were both seated in the back of the park - far from others but not far enough, and he took the privacy to his full advantage.

His hands gently but firmly massaging your thigh under your short dress, even though you’ve been together for so long, your body couldn’t even help but react as he moved his hand up higher.

You put a hand over his to stop him and look around.

“Baby, someone might see.” You tell your adorably handsome boyfriend.

He leans in nice and close to whisper softly but seductively in your ear, “ so? Let them see sweetie.”

He then kisses your jaw and attaches your lips to his, as he can taste your vanilla lip balm he bought you last week.

The kiss is slow and intoxicating as his hands move further up and stop where you crave it.

His tongue teases yours and you suck on it which’s ears a soft groan from both you and him. The sound turning you on even more if possible.

You spread your legs as you both sit up and lean against the park bench still sitting on the blanket in the grass. Then as you look up into the stars your caught with your own very soft and quiet moan since he forced to begin rubbing soft-firm circles over your lacy panties.

You breath is shallow and you bite your lip to suppress the moans threatening to leave your mouth.

He kisses your neck leaving a nice dark hickey. Man was that gonna be hard to explain when your mom or brother saw.

He moves the sensual lacy fabric of your underwear to the side and sinks to fingers in. Making sure to hold the blanket over your lap to at least keep some decency.

He increases the speed with each stroke. Now you feel like you’re seeing two types of stars, Your hips jut out to ride and meet the pace of his fingers.

Soon enough you’re trembling over the edge. As he kisses your to keep you quiet, then whispers in your ear once again. “My good girl, s’taken me so good? Eh ain’t s’that right baby.”

You practically falling over the edge, “s’make en me so proud sweetie. You’re doing s’good.” He praises making me fall right over the edge.

He takes his figures out of me kissing my lips sensually before sticking his fingered in my mouth. Making me suck off my juices.

“So good Sti.” You say out of breath smiling at your handsome boyfriend.

“I know baby. I know, now let’s get home eh? My dad’s gone all night. How many rounds you think you can handle?” He whispers to you before grabbing your stuff leading you to his jeep.

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This is just a short oneshot I have soooo many drafts rn: they include ( dylan o’brien x fem!reader smut plus fluff, mitch rapp angsty smut, stiles angst, and way moreeeee ) Be preparedddd!

xoxo Layla

[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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[mystic-writings]

lend a hand | mitch rapp

PAIRING — mitch rapp x fem!reader

SUMMARY — mitchtober week day one - trope

PROMPT — you go into a bar and ask a handsome stranger to help you avoid your crazy ex-boyfriend

WARNINGS — crazy exes, bar fights, mentions of blood, etc.

WORD COUNT — 1,958

NOTE — welcome to the first day of mitchtober! the event is being hosted by the lovely @writingsbychlo!

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There really was nothing like a crazy ex boyfriend to flip your day on its head.

You’d thought that after months of denying calls and changing locks, phone numbers, and making new social media accounts would’ve gotten Josh off your back, but he had proved you wrong yet again. Your fridge was running dangerously low on food, you had realized that morning, and despite the fact that you had wanted to spend your day off inside and relaxing, you were forced to put on some decent clothing and venture out into the streets of Washington and go to the grocery store.

You didn’t get very far into your errand when you ran into him. As you debated which kind of cereal you wanted to buy for the next two weeks, the tall man spotted you from the end of the aisle, and quickly came over to announce himself.

“Y/n! Hey, how’ve you been?” He asked casually.

Something similar to dread settled into your heart as you looked over at the man, quickly producing a scoff before turning to him. “You ask that as if I haven’t been ignoring your ass for the past 7 months. Leave me alone, Josh, is that so hard to understand?”

“Look, I just think that you made a mistake, okay?” He tried. “I think we were meant for each other, and I think you do, too.”

“No, Josh, we’re not. You made that very clear when you went behind my back and screwed half of my bridal party three weeks before the wedding.” You said. “Now back off before I call the cops.” Fed up, you dropped your basket of items on the floor and left the store, heading down the semi-crowded streets in the hopes that Josh wouldn’t follow after you.

After you’d turned down many different side streets and intersections, you turned around to see if the man was still following you and, to no surprise, he was. He was some 15 feet behind you, trying to act casual and miserably failing. A bout of anxiety bloomed in your chest as you wondered what he was going to say or do once he finally caught up with you, but you decided to at least try harder to ward him off.

As soon as you reached the doors to the pub you spotted, you turned and walked inside. It was a little dark, green stained glass covering the lights, casting a dim glow around the room. With every second that you spared looking around the room for somewhere to hide, Josh was getting a little closer. So, when your eyes locked onto the only person around your age who was at the bar, you darted over to him, taking the seat directly to his right.

“Hi, so, I know you don’t know me, but I need you to do me a favor.”

He looked over, and you couldn’t help but take notice of how attractive the man was. “I don’t do favors.”

“I get that, but my crazy ex is trying to get back with me - has been for a while, actually - but that’s not the point. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for like, 10 minutes when he walks in here. I’ll buy you drinks afterward, I promise.”

The man seemed to be considering it, but didn’t have time to respond when you heard the door creak open as Josh stepped in. It wasn’t hard for him to spot you, especially because you were the only girl in the bar. You groaned, flagging down a bartender as he made his way toward you.

“Y/n! Why’d you run off on me like that?”

“Josh, look, I-” you attempted to explain, turning in your chair to face him.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” The man beside you asked, furrowing his brow at Josh.

Josh smirked as he replied, “I’m Y/n’s fiancé.”

“That’s impossible, because she’s my girlfriend.” He said. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me, babe.”

The playful smile on his face made your heart stutter as you looked back at him. “Nope. I’ve got nothing to hide.” You smiled. “But you remember what I told you about Josh, right? A few months ago?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he nodded, turning to the man to extend his hand, “I’m Mitch.”

“I don’t care.” Josh spat. “I’d appreciate it if you’d back off of her, though. She’s coming home with me.”

“I don’t think so, man,” Mitch sighed. “See, she isn’t coming home with anyone she doesn’t want to. That’s her choice. And I believe that she’d rather choose her new boyfriend over her ex-fiancé, don’t you?” He turned further, stepping off the stool and coming face-to-face with Josh. “Now, if you can, get your sorry ass out of here so I can enjoy some drinks with my girlfriend, that’d be great.”

You watched the moment unfold in milliseconds. The anger flared in Josh’s eyes, shining like the glint of the sun off a blade. He reared back, pulling his fist up, and slamming it into Mitch’s face. He was stunned, but it didn’t take him long to react, throwing punches of his own. They quickly caught the attention of the other patrons, busting lips, bruising eyes and ribs.

They were shouting at one another, but Josh was quickly disabled when he moved to tackle Mitch, who used the advantage to wrap a leg around the other man’s neck, twisting and pulling him to the ground, forcing the air from his lungs. He tightened the hold on Josh’s neck for a few moments longer before standing and crouching over the man, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and holding him up to say, “If I ever hear that you came anywhere near her again, I won’t leave you alive. Got it?”

As soon as the man produced a weak nod, Mitch let go of his shirt and stood up, huffing from the exertion. Turning to you, he saw the shock on your face and slowly approached.

“Can we go?” You asked shakily, eyes darting between Mitch and the man on the floor. The former nodded, grabbing his coat and following you out into the daylight. He squinted, hissing when he disturbed the bruise that surrounded his left eye. Turning to him, you scrunch your face and said, “You look horrible.”

“Thanks,” Mitch scoffed, trying to hide the smile playing on his lips.

“Can I take you back to mine to at least clean you up?” You offered. “I was supposed to buy you a drink, but I don’t think you’re gonna be allowed back in there for a while.” Mitch laughed, but shook his head. Before he could say anything, you interrupted. “It’s the least I could do. Really.”

With a final sigh, he nodded. “Fine. But you have to tell me the story behind that creep.”

“Deal.” You smiled. The two of you walked back to the store where you had left your car before heading back to your apartment. You talked casually on the way there, about things like where you were born and silly pet peeves that annoyed you to no end.

As soon as you were in the door, you sat the man down at your table, swiftly gathering all of your first-aid materials and setting them on the table next to him.

“So, seriously, what’s the deal with that guy?” Mitch asked as you filled a bowl with warm water.

“Josh was my highschool sweetheart.” You started as you made your way back to the table. Dipping a cloth in the water, you titled Mitch’s head and began to wipe the blood from his skin. “We were together from junior year up until about 7 months ago, so… god, almost 10 years?”

“Jesus,” Mitch breathed. You nodded in agreement, picking up some butterfly stitches.

“I know. We were supposed to get married and everything. He’s always had an easy temper, but you should know that by now.” You smirked, causing Mitch to chuckle. “I didn’t mind it; I thought it was a little charming. He supported me throughout medical school, didn’t mind that I wanted to wait until afterward to get married.” You paused looking through your materials for the gauze and tape to wrap Mitch’s knuckles. “Of course, that was until I found out that he slept with half of my bridal party two weeks before we were supposed to get married.”

“Ouch,” Mitch winced, “that’s gotta hurt. I mean, if that happened to me, I’d probably kill the guy.”

You nodded, taping the first hand as you spoke. “By the looks of it, you almost did,” you began on the other hand, “By the way, how did you do it? You looked like a damned MMA fighter or something.”

“I’m uh,” Mitch paused, keeping his eyes on you, debating on whether he should tell you the truth or keep his profession a secret. You looked up, your eyes meeting his, and he decided. “I work for the CIA. Field agent.”

“That must be tough,” you commented, finishing the wrapping.

“It can be, but I don’t mind it.” He nodded, watching you pack up the rest of the materials. You emptied the bowl of slightly bloody water into the sink before reaching into the freezer, pulling out an ice pack.

“Put this on your eye.” You instructed, and Mitch obeyed. “I can’t do much about the split lip, it’ll heal on its own. Same thing with your ribs. You might want to tell your boss that you can’t go into the field for a few weeks,”

He cursed, knowing Irene was going to kill him when he went into work tomorrow. With the pause in conversation, Mitch got the chance to take in your apartment. It was small, sure, but quaint. Slightly mismatched furniture littering the living room, some boxes placed along the floor. “How long have you been living here?”

“Maybe a month?” You guessed. “That’s something else I forgot to tell you about Josh. After we broke up and I kicked him out, he wouldn’t give up on trying to get me back. I had to block every connection he had to me. I changed my number, made new social media accounts, changed the locks, everything. Eventually, I just decided to move. I’m actually a little surprised it took him this long to find me again.”

“That sounds a little too close to stalking,” Mitch commented. “Maybe you should bring it to the cops. See if they can do anything about it.”

The suggestion threw you for a loop. You’d never thought about it like that. Nodding, you said, “I’ll see what I can do tomorrow. Thanks, Mitch. For everything.”

“I should be thanking you.” He laughed. “I mean, you stitched me up, I got to beat up a shitty guy, and I met a cute girl all in under two hours.”

Your cheeks burned as you laughed with him. “Even after patching you up, I still feel bad. Do you need anything else? Anything at all?”

“Well,” Mitch suggested. “You could go for a coffee with me on Saturday? If- you know, if you want to, that is.”

You smiled, watching him nervously play with his fingers. “I’d love to, Mitch.” You told him. “I’d like to know more about the guy that saved my ass today.”

Mitch smiled, the nervous weight lifting from his chest. “Okay. 11 sound good?”

“Yeah. I’ll meet you at the bar. I think I saw a nice place a few blocks down from it.”

All Mitch could do was smile and nod. If he had known that helping strangers would result in dates with amazing women, he would’ve lended a hand more often.

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[fitzells]

sleepless nights, mitch rapp.

summary: mitch’s girl can’t sleep, and he can’t sleep without her.

pairing: mitch rapp x fem!reader

warnings: none. extreme fluff!!

word count: 0.8k

notes: this is my first imagine !! also first time writing on this app. huge thanku to my two wives @dystals (for letting me pick your brain about my messy ideas and being such a good help AND FORMAT CREDS mwah i love you) and @danversfilms (for being my best friend always always always) this used to be a dylan blurb but i changed it to mitch !!

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Huffing loudly as you tossed and turned in bed, you squinted at the bright luminous light of your phone screen. 04:36. Letting out a defeated sigh, you peered down at your sleeping boyfriend; who’d come home from a mission only two days ago. Knowing how exhausted he was, you decided that you didn’t want to wake him up with your restless manner.

With a soft smile, you placed a chaste kiss on his forehead; making him shift ever so slightly in his sleep. Peeling his strong arm from where it loosely held your waist in an attempt to keep your body close to him, you let your feet drop to the floor and pulled your body off of the bed. You grabbed your phone and carefully tiptoed out of the room, feet padding softly down the stairs.

You stared out of the window adjacent to you in the dimly lit room, however the sound of heavy footsteps trotting down the stairs had made you avert your gaze from to window to the direction of the staircase. Sure enough, Mitch was tiredly stumbling into the kitchen, a dark sweatshirt now covering his previously bare torso, with his favourite pair of flannel pyjama pants covering the expanse of his legs.

He looked over at you dubiously, taking in the look of extreme guilt that now covered your face as you looked over his clearly fatigued figure. He padded over to you, wordlessly pulling you into his chest in an attempt to soothe you. You placed the glass of water on the counter beside you, now wrapping your arms around his torso to pull him closer to you. “‘I didn’t want to wake you, M.”

“You should’ve.” He mumbled into your hair, sighing contently at the instant feeling of comfort that always swarmed him whenever he held you in his arms. Pulling back slightly to look at you, he brought one hand up to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear, before cupping your cheek. “I woke up and you were gone. Can’t sleep without you, love.”

You smiled softly at the man in front of you, your body once again colliding into his as you pulled him back into your embrace. It was your turn to let out a happy sigh once you felt your cheek press into his clothed chest, his body instantly radiating heat. Shrugging, you mumbled into his chest. “Cheesy.”

A low chuckle fell from his lips as he gently flicked the back of your head whilst he repeatedly ran his hands through your knotted tresses. Pulling away once again after a few fleeting seconds, he reached back to pour the remaining water out of the glass and into the sink, holding a warm hand out for you to grab onto. Enlacing his fingers into yours, he turned off the lights and lead you back up the stairs.

He grinned at your satisfied expression as you watched him pull the thick sweatshirt off of his strong frame, throwing the polyester clothing at your head. You sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for the man to make his way over to you. Finally, after what felt like forever, he walked over to you, cupping your face in his large hands. “Perv.”

“You love me.” You snickered in response, one of your hands wrapping loosely around one of his wrists, he leant down slightly, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss as his thumbs traced patterns on your cheekbones.

“Hell yeah I do.” He mumbled against your lips, before pulling away reluctantly. He pulled back the messy covers that spread over the mattress, allowing you room to lay down before he was flopping down beside you. Outstretching his arms, he pulled your body close to his, nudging your head to rest on his chest. He hummed happily as you traced patterns on his chest beneath the covers, both of your bodies emitting comfort and warmth.

Peppering kisses to your hairline, he tried his best to lull you back to sleep, by humming your favourite songs, whispering about his plans for your guys’ futures together and mumbling sweet nothings to you. Eventually, he smiled goofily at your snoozing figure, placing a one last soft kiss to your head. “Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, Mitch.”

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pairing: mitch rapp x fem!reader

warnings: smut → innocence kink, dom!mitch, dirty talk (i guess?)

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The soft moan that releases from your throat causes a smirk to plaster on Mitch's face. He has you straddling his thigh, guiding your movements on his jean-clad thigh. Your bare clit rubs up and down on him, your hands on his shoulders, and your head tilted back.

Mitch kisses your exposed neck and chuckles as you whimper at his thumb grazing over your wetness. He loves that you're so inexperienced. So innocent. So pure.

"Feel good, baby?" he asks, pushing and pulling your hips faster. You moan in response, too caught up in the euphoric feeling between your thighs. He halts your movements, pressing you down harshly against his thigh.

"I asked you a question, pretty girl. Don't make me punish you for not answering me," his voice low - the same kind of voice he uses when threatening the bad guys.

You whimper out a 'yes', hands shaking at the thought of being punished.

"Good," he smiles. "And from now on, when I ask you a question, you better fucking answer the first time."

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Dylan O'Brien Masterlist

Updated: February 3, 2022

General Masterlist

Stiles Silinski-

Sacrificed

Stiles x fem! Reader x Yandere! Void Stiles

Summary: When void takes you hostage he expects Stiles to give him information cause of his feelings for you.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing, head trauma, angst, major character death.

Death is the only escape

Yandere Killer! Stiles x Killer! Reader x Boyfriend Theo x Reader

Summary: When Scott takes his life because of the bullies at camp and gets no justice you and Stiles take it into your hands leading you to learn the truth.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, death, gore, major character death, yandere behavior.

Mitch Rapp-

None yet

Thomas

A Beautiful Tragedy

Lovesick! Thomas x Lovesick! Reader

Summary: You and Thomas don't have the healthiest relationship but you love eachother and nothing will stop that. You atleast try to enjoy the little moments of peace because there's always a storm behind it.

Warnings: yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts, MCD, Jealousy, fighting in public, mention of flirting with someone other than your s/o, description of gore and death, toxic relationship, description if the afterlife that's not the bibles (if that offends you don't read),  heavy angst, lovesickness, little but if fluff, death, murder.

Joel Dawson-

None yet

[babyinbluee]

𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ∖ mitch rapp.

✎ paring ─ mitch rapp x fem!reader. ( characters are of age. )

✎ description ─ in which mitch never got over his trauma and let it out; sadly out on you. And you finally had enough.

✎ warnings ─ VERY angst ( sorry <3 ), swearing, angry!mitch :(, shouting, talk about death, slight violence, kinda toxic relationship?? ( i would say so probs ) 

✎ authors note!  ─ sorry for the angst the past few posts, I just love writing them tbh I think I need some help. . .(also its kinda short, sorry about that) But i basically was re-reading ‘It ends with us’ by Collen Hoover and i suddenly got this idea so i am not posting it :) also don’t expect this to make sense cause its kinda all over the place- it was a quick written idea so just enjoy it for what it is <3

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   MITCH RAPP WAS A BORDERLINE TOXIC PERSON. He always held a frown or scowl to his lips, his mouth would always be stone cold and with one simple glare you or anyone who made eye contact with him would scurry away in fear.

   Expect you.

   You knew his past, you knew why he was like this and understood exactly why he put up this hard wall that made him seem so unlovable and unreachable. And maybe that was the reason why you began to talking to him, trying to become a friend for him as no one else at his work bothered to even greet him.

   Mitch was annoyed by you to say the least, but as months and time past he slowly began to show small little smiles, small greetings back whether that was just a small nod or a ‘hello’ it was enough for you to continue your plan to be-friend him.

   Mitch Rapp liked you. Plain and simple, well maybe not simple per say, but he wasn’t stupid nor oblivious to his feelings; the feelings he used to feel for his ex-girlfriend Katrina. And he hated it.

   He promised himself to never fall in love again, never move on from Katrina. He promised himself the moment she died in his arms he would live his life out revenging her, not moving on. But that all changed when he met you.

   And you never gave up on him, even after he continued pushing you away, rough words and rolled eyes he gave you every time you tried to involve or talk to him, you never let him go. So he hung and clung onto you, slowly allowing himself to let himself go in your arms and let you take care of him; let his feelings come to light and after nearly a whole year after Katrina’s death and him joining the CIA it was official.

   He was yours as you were his.

   Everything was perfect, he slowly allowed himself to move on from Katrina, to let those familiar feelings of butterflies in his stomach and kisses on someone else’s lips; and it was all for you.

   But he was still struggling, and no matter how hard you tried to help him, somedays it got just too much and he would lash out; whether it was at you or someone else he would, ( but it was usually you as you were one of the only people that was near him at all times. ) But he would never harm you physically, you knew this and he knew this.

   But you never gave up, even after his harmful angry spats and words, or his hands throwing themselves at a wall, you knew he was just struggling and angry; angry at the world not you. You would ignore the way your heart would clench at the man you loved be so angry, you would wait until he was out of sight to let the tears you held back flow freely down your face; you allowed him to be and do what he needed because you needed him.

   You loved him. But love is a dangerous and hurtful game that after months and months it sometimes gets enough; and this time, it was enough. . .

   He was angry. Of course he was, and you knew it just by the way he dropped his heavy black bag on the floor in the kitchen and the way his eyebrows were furrowed tightly and his lips curled in together.

   You just watched him from the living room couch, a perfect view of him and the kitchen so you just observed him and his behaviour; always knowing and figuring out pretty quickly if you should talk or not, if you should intervene or let him go.

   You wished you let him go. 

    “Do you want to talk about it?”

    He didn’t look up, his hands clung around the kitchen marble table. “Fine.” He grunted out, rolling his neck to the side and closing his eyes as if he was in pain.

   You frowned. “You don’t seem it. Come sit by me.”

   “I said no,” he said again, a stern voice that reminded you of a teacher, like he was telling you off.

   But, you persisted. You shouldn’t have, probably should have nodded your head and let him go but you didn’t. Why? Because you loved him, and he needed you. You think. . .

   “Mitch,” you stood up, running your tongue over your lip as your hands came down to your side, “Let me help you. . . I-I can see your stressed and angry and I just want to help--”

   You stopped with wide eyes as he suddenly lifted his head up, growling nearly as he shouted out, “I don’t need your fucking help! Can’t you see that? Waste of my fucking time and I’m sick of you asking me if I’m okay. I clearly am so just fuck off alright!”

   You just stood there, completed shocked but not that surprised at his outburst. You could already feeling the tears wanting to be let loose out your eyes but you refused to let him see them. You just nodded, taking a step back, about to give him the space you knew he needed; but this time it was different, something was different.

   He had picked up a glass vase, the bundle of red roses he had given to you the other night being swished around through the water in the vase as he held it tightly in his hands. You only stood there, gulping but couldn’t even finish nor comprehend what and why he was holding it as he suddenly threw it at the floor; in your direction.

   You gaped at him, tears finally falling down your face as you winced and moved backwards; your eyes falling on the broken glass a few metres away from you.

   He didn’t say anything nor did you. Your mind was running to fast to allow any words to form or calculate between your lips; but you knew one thing. You were done.

   Fuck you were done. You were so tired of feeling like this, so tired of feeling scared and worried, tired of being fucking tired because of him. All because of him. But you loved him, fuck did you love him and you would do anything for him but you weren’t enough. you’d never be enough for him.

   So without another word you turned around, tears falling onto the floor as you walked away; walked away for good. All while Mitch stayed where he was, staring at the mess he had made. . .

   He was still staring at the mess he made, two days later the glass was still there on the floor and your broken tears but everything else was gone. He had woken up on the living room couch to the sound of silence the next morning after the incident had occurred; no sign of you anywhere.

   He went up to your shared room, to only find everything gone. Your clothes, the pictures, your relationship with him. It was like you never even existed and Mitch in that moment realised how much he had fucked up.

   He picked up the written note on your shared bed, tear stains on the soft paper and his heart clenched at the thought of you crying, and because of him.

   You talked about how you loved him but couldn’t handle it anymore, you talked about how much pain you were in and couldn't face him to say this because you knew you would stay and you couldn’t handle that. You talked about how scared you were and how you wished things were different but they were not. And it was all his fault.

   You just weren’t good enough for him. 

   But you were, and you would never know or understand that as he had fucked up, and he had let you go. He’d never be able to show you how good enough you were for him since you were gone.

   And it was all his fault.

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authors note!

sorry it’s kinda short and shitty, just wanted to get something out there. it was super quickly written so sorry for any mistakes or just not really making sense lol.

might write a part two idk. probs not.

[yelenasdog]

moving out, moving on (mitch rapp x fem reader)

genre: fluff

summary: mitch and reader are taking another step towards mitch moving on, and it’s bittersweet.

words: 2.2k

warnings: drinking wine, kinda suggestive at times, talks abt katrina, mitch being emotional, my writing being melodramatic LOL

a/n: so. this was written during an all nighter that went to 7 am where i was listening to nicki minaj and eminem (???) for a good duration of it so. i’m very sorry if this is wonky at times! i hope u enjoy either way! mwah 

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The early morning rays streamed through thin fabric, draped above the assassin's window. Dust particles floated about, becoming visible within the section of light cast from the sun. The birds perched outside the small apartment tweeted happily from their branch, their songs beautiful. 

Though, they were quite pesterous to the pair that lay together, wrapped in gray sheets. They reveled in the heat provided by the soft blanket, but even more so by the warmth from their joint bodies.

A mop of dark brown hair stirred, bringing one hand up to softly rub his eyes with his knuckle, the other hand snaking around the waist of the woman peacefully sleeping beside him. He watched with fond eyes as she lightly groaned, rolling to face away from the invasion of bright, turning towards her love. 

Mitch smiled down at her sleepy behavior, reaching out and brushing stray hairs from her forehead. He reluctantly retracted it only moments later, forcing himself out of bed to go and prepare the two of them for their big day as best he knew how: Coffee.

His sock clad feet dragged across the hardwood as he went, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and groggy-ness (a word Y/n had donned as her own, and Mitch had caught on to) still very prevalent in his entire system. 

The Rhode Island air was frigid this time of year, Mitch allowing a grin to break out on his face upon remembrance of two nights previous, just how cold Y/n had been in the arena of the Providence Bruins hockey team. Nose pink, donned in a beanie proudly showing the team's logo, well, he had found himself a new lockscreen.

He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of said groggy-ness, his body on autopilot as it made the beverages. He picked out her favorite mug from the cupboard (AKA a souvenir from Dubai he had picked up long ago) that she had adopted as her own, drinking out of it every time she would spend the night, almost like clockwork. He waited for his coffee beans to brew, scratching his stubble along his jaw. He flinched, though, when he felt two arms wrap around his middle. He quickly relaxed into the embrace upon realization of who the supposed assailant was, her head finding its way to rest on his bare shoulder.

“You scared me, there.” Mitch muttered, his larger hand inching towards her’s on his waist. He closed his eyes in content and she hummed in acknowledgment. Mitch allowed her to turn his figure to face her, still residing in her arms, seeing a bright smile plastered across her face.

“Only for a minute though, right?”

She laughed to which he chuckled in response, nodding in false surrender. “You’ve got me there, Y/n/n.” He mused, his eyes lighting up at the sound of the coffee machine beeping. He looked back to her, shrugging.

“I made you coffee, was gonna bring it to you in bed but, y’know.” He gestured to where she had now climbed up to sit on top of his counter, his sweatshirt around her that read “Brown University” across the front in large lettering pooling around her thighs.

“It’s alright, I need to get a move on anyway.” She smiled, hopping down to retrieve the mug, taking the warm ceramic from Mitch’s hands and sighing at the wondrous feeling that had spread through her whole body. She lifted it to her lips and drank, not surprised that her boyfriend had made it just the way she liked, to perfection. 

“Thank you, baby.” She commented, reaching up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Her lip curled as she pulled away, Mitch already knowing what she was going to say, a laugh bubbling up in his throat.

“Mitch! Go brush your teeth, for the love of God!” She whined, watching as he scampered off towards the bathroom, snickering all the way. She rolled her eyes, downing the rest of her beverage before following where Mitch had gone.

Once in the bathroom after rinsing her and Mitch’s mugs, she tied her hair up, undressing and turning on the water (practically scalding hot, of course). Mitch had no objections to the temperature, though, seeing as it was his last time showering with her in that apartment, and in that apartment, period. 

The whole thing felt very symbolic to Y/n, at least, seeing it as washing themselves clean for the next phase of their lives together, a sort of preparation. (Maybe not so much for Mitch, who really was just pleased for any excuse to see his girlfriend naked.)

They used generous amounts of soap, as not only were most of them nearly empty (in fact, a few were and if it weren’t for Y/n, they probably all would be), but also that they had decided to simply just buy new toiletries as a whole for their new place.

They giggled at the sight of each other, all lathered in bubbles and suds. Mitch reached a finger forward, wiping it from above her eyebrows and preventing it from falling into her eyes. Y/n brought her arms around his neck, her lips connecting with his. “Much better.” She regarded with a smirk, before leaning back in.

Nearly 40 minutes later, they both emerged from the shower, fresh faced and ready for the day ahead. He didn’t have a lot that needed to be packed up, given that his place came fully furnished, so it took all but 2 hours and 5 boxes to pack up Mitch Rapp’s life. It honestly might have taken even longer than originally would have been needed, as Y/n would stop every time she found something interesting, allowing Mitch to tell her all about whatever stories had been connected to the item.

It had started with the ridiculous bird lamp that sat on his bedside table, once belonging to Mr. Nazir, and ended with his lacrosse stick. (And, a promise that one day, he’d show her how to play. He swore he’d never seen her smile that big.)

They also threw away and donated a lot, some of Kat’s old stuff bringing a pained smile to his face as he would place it in a box simply labeled “Kat” in messy, thick letters. He wasn’t sure if the box would end up in his new closet, covered in dust and unopened, or back with her family. But either way, he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to her completely, which Y/n was able to understand.

“Mitch? Did you pack away your coats already?” Y/n called out, opening up the closet near the front door. Her breath slightly hitched in her throat upon seeing all of the photos of Mansur, still pasted to the painted wood, the edges curling up. 

“Nah, not yet, I was gonna handle that while you worked on the cupboards” He responded, busying himself with a text from Irene on his phone wishing him good luck. He looked up and saw what she had been asking about, his phone quickly sliding into his pocket as he made his way over to where she stood, visibly distressed. 

“How long have these been here?” She questioned, feeling Mitch’s arms wrap around her shoulders. She brought her hands up to grasp onto his wrists, leaning backwards into him and biting into her lip.

“Since the beach, when I decided to go after Mansur. When everything happened with the CIA, it was kind of a whirlwind, I didn’t really have enough time to even think about taking it down when I was only even here for hours at a time.” He lightly chuckled, watching as she stepped forward and began to take the pictures down, crumbling them up in her hands. 

She ran her fingertips over the indents left in the door, feeling the splinters against them. She turned back to Mitch, quipping how “Mr. Nazir won’t be too pleased about that.” 

He smiled, joining her in taking all of the images down, ripping them or balling them up in his fists. All of them ended up in one of the old Target bags they had been using for trash, filling up an entire bag (minus a few Dunkin cups sitting at the bottom).

Mitch trailed a few tender kisses down the left side of her next, and though it sounds cheesy, a feeling of hopefulness flooded himself out of most of the bitterness that had been stuck inside for so long. 

She turned her head to catch his lips with her own, and smiled into the kiss, her hand finding the back of his head. She lightly tugged on the chocolate colored strands and he groaned in content, to which her grin only widened. She pulled back, ruffling the top of his head before beginning to pack away the remnants of what was left in the closet. He rolled his eyes, following suit.

They had piled all of the boxes into the back of Mitch’s old decommissioned CIA vehicle (which was obvious that is was such, given that the side was littered with bullet holes and metallic scratches), returned the key to Mr. Nazir (who was glad to see Mitch go), and with that, they were off.

The new place wasn’t too far away, the pair taking a page out of Stan’s book and opting for a wonderful sense of privacy. It was nestled in a rural corner of Massachusetts, where Mitch would be able to come home to a sense of serenity. Y/n had already moved in her possessions, Mitch’s items being the last step. They’d also furnished the cozy cabin, trips to IKEA and Urban Outfitters (along with several other over-priced boutiques) making the place feel like a perfect fit for the couple.

Mitch’s strange and varied knick knacks made the house feel like a home, his lacrosse stick finding a new home by the front door, right under a hanging potted plant that Y/n and Mitch had decided to affectionately name “Charles” after a drunken night watching the X-Men movies. The house was littered in plants such as Charles, in fact, with Mitch’s first response to seeing all of them being “Wow, looks like a greenhouse in here.”

(Still, he’d grown to love the plant babies. Trust me.)

Two tired smiles made their ways to their faces as they both sat on their new sofa, admiring a job well done. Though several boxes still lay on the hardwood, unopened, they felt accomplished enough to pull out a bottle of wine that they had been saving for the occasion. It was an early housewarming gift from Stan, to which they were unprepared to take advantage of, it seemed.

“Baby, did we unpack the wine glasses earlier?” Mitch questioned, his mind slightly foggy of the day's events and early start.

“No, I think they’re still packed up.” She replied, to which Mitch’s eyes lit up, an idea forming and an imaginary lightbulb popping up over his head. He got up from his seat, a wide smile spreading across his face. Her expression mirrored his own, with an added quirked brow at his antics.

“I’ve got a solution, wait here.” Mitch responded, padding over to where he had remembered the new home of the mugs to be. Upon realization of what he was doing, Y/n smiled, rolling her eyes and bringing a hand up to run through her roots.

He shuffled back over moments later, his girlfriend recognizing one of the mugs in his hands as her favorite. He sat down next to her, with the bare skin of her thighs touching his own, jean clad. He bumped his knee to hers with a giggle, pouring out the Pinot Grigio into the mugs. 

She gratefully accepted it as it was handed to her, smiling as she took a sip. Mitch did the same, the two of them leaning back into the soft sofa. Y/n brought her legs up, cuddling into his side and absorbing his warmth. He brought his free hand to her side, a strong hold giving them both a strong sense of comfort as she lay her head on his shoulder.

The box labeled “Kat” remained unpacked along with the others on the floor, dust already beginning to gather. Mitch had come across it a few times that day, each time more thoughtful than the last as he struggled to decide what it was exactly he was feeling towards the objects; or perhaps towards the memory of Katrina.

He had come to realize that it was acceptance he felt, deep in his stomach, settling down. It had been brought upon him in totality over time, today’s events being the final step. A soft smile spread across Mitch’s face, a single tear falling from his eye. Y/n looked up, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Mitch, are you alright?”

He leaned down, connecting their lips in a watery yet nectarous kiss, his hand beginning to rub small circles on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, Y/n/n.” 

The fire they had built earlier was roaring, now, casting a warm glow across the pair’s features. The damp trail down his cheek was highlighted, nearly glistening on his skin like an amber. 

“I’m doin’ just fine.”

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ok btw ik that wine in mugs would be a horrible idea but this is fiction so SHUSH

anyway i hope yall enjoyed! i love writing for mitch and i have lots of future fics for him, so if u liked this, please reblog and follow if ya wanna. mwah, go drink water and have some protein <333

 xx hj

[were-cheetah-stiles]

Mitch Rapp Fic Recs (July 28th, 2018)

all of these fics follow the theme of Mitch meeting the main character during training or the main character being Mitch’s partner:

“Driven Motive” - @lovefilledtragedy

Mitch Rapp x fem!reader series (4/? chapters)

i fucking love this series. i wrote it the first time i wrote anything about this series but the moment i read DM, i was instantly jealous that i hadn’t thought of the plot first and then was instantly impressed at how clever Audrey was for coming up with something so god damn simple: the reader lost her significant other in the same attack that Mitch lost Katrina and they both find themselves and each other at Stan’s training base. LIKE??? that’s genius, and so original and i honestly love this story so much because of how randomly unique it is to this genre of Mitch stories. she writes her characters flawlessly and the plot so cleverly. this is a must read, 100%.

“Following Orders” - @perlocutionary

Mitch Rapp x fem!reader series (10/10 chapters)

this was the first thing i read by this author but i had seen her around the DOB tumblr blogs a ton and so i figured i’d give it a shot and boy did it pay off. if you’re looking for a really quick ten chapter series involving Mitch and tons of fluff and smut, like lots of smut and good sexual tension and some great fight scenes and training and bickering, look no further. seriously, stop looking. i’ve found it for you. this was the perfect lunch break read for me. it didn’t take me forever and i didn’t want it to end. i will definitely be reading more by this lovely writer because this was so fantastic. 

“Gone” - @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

Mitch Rapp x reader one-shot (1/1)

I love Audrey. i fell in love with her writing when i first read one of her Teen Wolf rewrites/Stiles series, and have faithfully read her work since. my love for this short, angsty as fuck, quick little piece is no different. sometimes you just wanna feel the pull of a missed love and this fulfills that desire in spades. please read this. it’s so good. 

“The Missing Piece” - @imagines-by-ilana

Mitch Rapp x fem!reader series (9/9 chapters) 

okay, at the top, i’m going to rec this with a *WARNING* - if you cannot read something that is unfinished and will absolutely not be finished, do not read this. the author already said that this has been abandoned and for good reason, her heart is not in it, and that’s fine. but if you can handle that and you want to read something that is so fucking phenomenal, PLEASE READ THIS. basically, the reader becomes Mitch’s partner, way after he’s become an assassin for the CIA and has since defected, and their mission is to rescue Stan and i cannot express enough how incredibly talented this author is. but also, seriously, don’t bother her about this, i will be personally annoyed if you do. but also read this. 

“Semper Occultus” - @thelittlestkitsune

Mitch Rapp x Reader/OFC series (2/? chapters?)

Lau is, i think, the only person i know who does as much, if not way more, research than me when it comes to writing fics. i can just imagine her at home with her binders about the CIA and MI6. she’s the cutest. she’s also the most talented. it’s stupid. this girl has such a way with words. such a penchant for crafting a scene and creating rich characters that you want to read more about, you need to learn what makes them tick. Lau manages to bring angry trainee Mitch to England and pair him up with angrier MI6 agent Y/n and the result so far has been just the best fucking read. i can’t wait to see where she goes with this. 

“Warriors” - @susybird (but if you want more DOB stuff, find her at @dylansbird)

Mitch Rapp x OFC series (3/? chapters)

so Susy is admittedly not on nearly as much as she used to be so i have no idea when or if this series will be finished, but that truly does not diminish the validity of how fucking phenomenal she is as a writer. it’s painful how talented she is, and she writes Mitch so well and she creates such powerful original characters and god. this series really runs the gambit of only woman at the Orion training camp and Irene sees something in the OFC and they pair her with Mitch and a trust builds, but like, there is a very obvious underlying trauma that Susy starts to delve into that makes every chapter of this rich and rewarding and beautiful and heartwrenching and she’s an incredible author. please read this. 

[sweet-pea-channie]

sweet-pea-channie’s masterlist

updated: September 2nd, 2022

Dylan O’Brien

Friday Nights - Dylan x Reader (smut)

Stiles Stilinski

Forbidden Love - Prince!Stiles x fem!servant!reader Mini Series (complete 5/5)

Your name - Stiles x Reader Mini Series (complete 5/5)

Wait, WHAT?! - Stiles x Reader

Orange Flowers - Stiles x Lydia 

Ouch - Stiles x reader (smut) 

Never Have I Ever - Stiles x reader (smut)

Pretty Little Fangs - Stiles x vampire!reader (smut) 

I wolf you - Stiles x wife!reader 

Uncertainty - Teen Wolf Rewrite Book 1 - Stiles x OC Amber Dawn (complete on Wattpad) 

Insatiability - Teen Wolf Rewrite Book 2 - Stiles x OC Amber Dawn (complete on Wattpad)

Immortality - Teen Wolf Rewrite Book 3 - Stiles x OC Amber Dawn (complete on Wattpad)

Invincibility - Teen Wolf Rewrite Book 4 - Stiles X OC Amber Dawn (ongoing)

Mitch Rapp

Saving you - Mitch x Reader (smut)

Peter Kavinsky

Mistakes - Peter Kavinsky x Reader 

Scumbag - Peter Kavinsky x Reader (smut)

Help required - Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Trust Me - Peter Kavinsky x shy!reader (smut) 

All fake - Peter Kavinsky x Reader (smut) 

Breaking walls - Peter Kavinsky x Reader 

Noah Centineo

Bad Timing - Noah Centineo x Reader 

Bad Timing Part 2 - Noah Centineo x Reader (smut)

[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

[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??

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“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?”

[ohwowimlonley]

And ofc you cam never go wrong with some zero ultra nsfw with Mitch

I want this man to rip me apart istg

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Mitch is the type of man to put you in a mating press. He’d force your thighs up to your stomach, almost painfully so, and hook your arms under the backs of your knees, making you hold yourself open for him. One hand would rest on your lower abdomen, pressing down on the obvious bulge that would appear to create even more stimulation for both of you. His thrusts aren’t careless, they’re deep and passionate- spearing at your cervix and wetting it with his precum.

[ohwowimlonley]

Can I askcfor Cuba Libre with Mitch? Like what's waking up next to him like? Xx

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Gn!reader (finally!!)

“Stop moving,” it was muffled, groaned into the pillowcase. Then, an unreasonably large palm came slapping down on the sheets, searching, grappling, reaching for you. Eventually, his calloused fingers came in contact with your hip, now further away than it was when you’d fallen asleep. Mitch remedied that, though, by slipping his palm over your abdomen and dragging you back into his warmth. His chin hooks over your shoulder, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek, shutting with the renewed calmness your presence had given him, “much better, honey. Don’t move,”

[ohwowimlonley]

Omgg nsfw Cuba Libre with filthy angry Mitch Rapp please??

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“Oh- oh, fuck,” you slammed your head back against the door, met with the surprising softness of Mitch’s hand stopping you thumping your head painfully. He didn’t acknowledge it, just kept jackhammering into you with an insurmountable force. The hand supporting your hip, the big strong hand, let his thumb roam over to your clit, press down on it.

“Shut up,” he seethed, flicking at your clit with a cruel, calloused thumb. The sensation made you jolt against his touch, almost cry out but bite it down, screwing your eyes shut. Mitch smirked down at you, “look at you, like a fuckin’ bitch in heat,”

“Not- not-“ you struggled, so overwhelmed with pleasure that your mouth couldn’t form words. God, he was so big inside of you. He’s gonna get such a big head from this, “not a bitch!”