#mitch stilinski

[murc0ck]

i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

✎ masterlist ✎

this is a collection of all my one shots. more will be added as i continue to write. requests are closed!

[ key: ]

🌷 ≈ fluff

🍑 ≈ smut

🌪️ ≈ angst

💻 ≈ work in progress

!LATEST! — from the flames | b. blake 💻🍑

•finnick odair•

— the five stages » 🌪️

— hungry eyes » 🍑

— love(rs) and war » 🍑

— what friends do » 🍑🌷

— lionfish, seahorses, and dolphins, oh my! » 🌷

— beautiful mess » 🌷🌪️

— two souls, one heart » 🌪️

— nsfw alphabet » 🍑

— flower therapy » 🌪️🌷

— bad idea, right? » 🍑🌪️

— red wine: part 1, part 2, part 3 »🌷🌪️

— forbidden fruit » 🍑

— a darling and a virgin » 🌪️🍑

•bellamy blake•

— from the flames: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 » 💻🍑

— close call » 🍑

— bioluminescence » 🌷

— pretty fixation, wicked temptation » 🍑

•gally (the maze runner)•

— relationship headcanons pt. two » 🌷

— relationship headcanons » 🌷🌪️🍑

• (more characters to be added)•

[silentmacabre]

I am a sucker for this man wielding a weapon (and this man only)

[harringtonstilinski]

Baby boy is teething! 🥺

Teething baby makes for a miserable baby…

I’m working on a Mitch request titled Biggest Regret, but have had to stop momentarily due to the teething babe.

I’ve also been listening to books here lately, and it’s giving me a little bit of inspiration!

For those that have sent in requests, I see them and I’m going to be working on them soon!

[mimilogoff]

HOW can this man pull any style and still look good.

...don't get me started with the beard one....

[stilinskibaby]

dylan obrien, the man that you are

[character-babblings]

18+ only. mdni

Mitch Rapp the sick fuck.

mitch rapp who shoves your panties in your mouth during a rough fuck because he 'doesn't wanna hear you whine'

mean ole mitch rapp who absolutely slaps your ass and thighs raw in doggie while shoving your face in a pillow or mattress or even against the wall

mean mitch who edges you until you and your pussy are a weepy mess. fingering you for an hour as his tongue flicks your clit

mitch shoving his fingers so deep in your mouth it makes you gag. he rubs any slobber from his fingers on your face before grabbing your face to spit in your mouth.

mitch who says some of the meanest things. calling you cockdrunk and a cockwhore. calling you his fuck doll. him relentlessly growling in your ear

"yeah you would be a crying mess all over my dick you little crybaby."

"too cockdrunk to talk baby? close your mouth or i'll give you something to put in it."

"look at this sweet little pussy. i'm gonna stretch it out and split your cunt in half you know that?"

mitch absolutely cannot stand you being a brat or not listening to him. then it's his personal mission to make you cry from denial or overstimulation.

"you were talking so much shit, weren't you slut? now look at you. your brains fucked out isn't it?"

mitch will absolutely go for hours. he will leave you useless for a couple days after. mitch who likes to choke you and watch your eyes roll back into your head as your body twitches after your umpteenth orgasm.

mitch who has fucked you into unconsciousness from going so hard. him stopping and waiting till you come too before taking it ever so lightly before getting back to it.

mitch fucking rapp who starts easing up after awhile..until you ask him why...

[odiniswithus]

xxxxxxxxxxxx

[schrutexbucks]

Dylan O'Brien on the Not Okay movie tiktok 3/11/2022

🍾

[obriengf]

OH how would the guys react to seeing reader in something sexy for the first time

omg i loved this - please send me some dylan characters and headcanons!

stiles: his jaw would quite literally drop to the floor, eyes staring shamelessly. you were probably going to a party and lydia gave you some unnecessary fashion advice, but you started rethinking just how necessary it really was when you saw stiles' reaction. he would have the equivalent of cartoon heart eyes, and an obvious trail of drool down his chin. constantly babbling about how good you looked, how beautiful you were. scott would need to give him wack over the head to break him out of his admiring daze.

mitch: this depends purely on the situation. if it were casual, he would wolf whistle loudly. probably make some small remark about how sexy you look, how he was desperate to get his hands all over you. holding your hand above your head and prompting you to twirl for him. if it were on a mission, however, he would stay silent but he can only control himself so much. you're undercover and he didn't expect the tight material, but he would stare, like really stare... especially at your ass. most likely thinking very dirty things.

thomas: the first thing he would do is curse under his breath, very taken aback. he would be drawn speechless after that, but it was his eyes that did all the talking. they trailed every single inch of you, slowly and with purpose. when he focused on a bit of skin you can guarantee that he would be biting down hard on his lip, trying to hold back a moan. thomas wouldn't be able to stop thinking how soft your skin would be, and you better believe that he has the image of you burnt in his mind forever.

stuart: he would need to be coaxed away from his phone or laptop screen, but damn, when he did he would forget that they even existed. his face would contort into a faux-drunken expression as he took you in - eyes blinking constantly, wondering if this was a dream. you'd be talking to him about going out with neha and some other friends, but he wasn't listening in all honesty, just absolutely mesmerised by how hot you looked. then he'd probably snap out of it and remind you to take one of his jackets to stop pervs from staring at you too.

joel: it'd be a hot day, a really hot day, as you wandered across the surface to get to jenner beach. joel would be ahead of you, face peering down at the map, talking aloud but mostly to himself. it wasn't until he turned around to ask you something that he saw that you had shed some layers - your jacket gone, shirt rolled up your torso, shorts cuffed even shorter. you were glistening from the heat and perspiration of the environment. he could hear boy barking at him, and he could see you reach out, but joel was so taken by how you looked that he didn't notice the hole behind him - one step too far, eyes focused on you, and joel fell deep, and hard (play on words, hehe).

sam: he first saw you standing across the bar from him - he'd definitely spoken to you before, in fact, you were one of his many tinder dates, but he never called you back. sam didn't remember that though as he drunk in your tight clothes that hugged you just right, and how your hips swayed as you walked, your body perfect as it stood before him. sam's obliviousness forced him over to you as he leaned on the bartop, tongue lapping at his lips, a silent groan settling in his chest. he threw a compliment your way, and next thing he knew, your drink was thrown back in his face.

richie: he would be so proud that his partner looked that good. it was a thing of richie's to focus on appearances - he had to, always being in the spotlight. not to be mistaken though with the fact that he loves you for being you, your kindness and huge heart is what captured his. but he never would've expected your clothing to be that figure-hugging, especially within this day and age of conservative, but expensive, dressing. you were both at a gathering and richie definitely showed you off, you were his and he wanted everyone to know it. after enough gawking, though, he took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders - not to be removed until later tonight, in his bedroom.

[sageo7]

okay i wanted to just put out that i take requests for more than just stiles!! i am working through my drafts rn 😔 but id also love some requests for other dylan characters teehee, so this is my list of who i write for ☺️ so if y'all want anything from these characters.. lmk ;)

stiles stilinski (any season)

void stiles

stuart twombly

mitch rapp

joel dawson

thomas mzr

dave hodgman

colin (not okay)

[wckdkik]

I need a stiles stillinski is actually Mitch rapp fic pls im begging ,,, like bro comes back to beacon hills for some sorta mission after completely disappearing for years and he’s just like a total heartless badass like what please guys pleaseeee so much angst no comfort only crazy shit

[anonazure]

I contemplated adding my Stilinski bros as Eli's uncles...

But you know what, I want Eli to have more questionably dangerous powerful relatives

[harringtonstilinski]

Is it possible we get a pt 2 of Stilinski! Twins?👀..or any other content of Mitch Stilinski really 😫 my newfound weakness

Yes!!! I would love to write more! 😁😁😁

If anyone has any Stilinski!Twins or Mitch Stilinski requests, send them in! 🥰

[mimilogoff]

You bet imma make a story about THIS ERA OF DYLAN

[semicolonsspace]

Him (your favorite) (Stiles//Dylan O'Brien)

No use of names. Just pet names and Y/n.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Roleplay, unprotected sex, edging, begging, praise kink, degradation kink, Bondage (use of handcuffs), breeding kink, stretch kink(?), mommy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace.

"Honey, I'm home," he yells as he shuts the door. He would always do this, he would always say it's 'hilarious'. Y/n found it humorous so soon after they made it a thing she started doing it as well. But except she put her spin onto it, talking like a 1940s housewife that just got back running errands.

Y/n rounds the corner to the front door. She was wearing his favorite, his T-shirt and shorts— or at least he thought she was wearing some; She wasn't. She was doing errands around the house in his shirt—Which mostly consisted of organizing the new room they had just renovated— more like Y/n renovated because she wanted it to be perfect!

"Hello, dear," she says in her housewife's voice. He laughs at her and pulls her in by the hips to kiss her. His hands snaked under the shirt she wore and slapped her ass when he realized she was only wearing underwear and his shirt. "You tryna kill me today?" He asks in a guttural groan. Her forehead rested on his as she smiled lovingly at her boyfriend of two wonderful years. "Not currently."

He gave her a playful shrewd look. "I think I'm already dead, then," he hums suggestively as he pulls hair out of her face, then resting his hand to cup it. His soft touch sent a chill down her spine as she stared up at him with lust that was masked by playfulness. "Oh, yeah?" She starts as she bats her eyelashes. "Well, I guess I might have to resurrect you."

He looked intrigued by her choice of words, choosing a decision for himself he indulged her humorous antics. "How so?"

"By laying you on my sacrificial altar bed and extracting your life force fluids," she jokingly purrs at him. That seemed good enough for him because he slung her body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As he walked he shreaded his layers then threw her on their bed.

Y/n scolded him for being so careless, as she almost hit her head on the metal bed frame. She pulls him down, and pulls his shirt off effortlessly—as she had done it so many times before due to the numerous times of "catching up sex" they had due to his work. She pins his pale buffed arms to the mattress while speaking. "Now, baby. Don't you remember how I said 'I' have to extract some fluids?"

He looks up at her and smirks. He decided to indulge her roleplay and started improvising lines. "Please, don't hurt me— I'll be good— you said you needed fluids, take my spit anything but my blood!" He whined with feigning horror. But she knew he was aroused, she could feel it— feel his 7-inch cock pressing— begging to be drained by her— and if he was lucky he could have her cunt to grip her tight.

Y/n chuckles darkly, something he thought was too authentic to be in their present roleplay. "I never specified which fluid I needed, dummy."

His eyes widened when he 'realized' what she meant. "By all means, go ahead— just don't kill me— please—" he begged once more. Y/n plants a soft kiss on his pointed elf-like nose as if saying 'good.'

That led to having him cuffed to the bed for hours. Her hand wrapped around his cock— jerking it just to stop before he would release. She wanted him to explode when he did so. And she wanted it to be inside of her. She wanted to feel the familiarity of the thick warm liquid rife her up just for it to enter her cervix. She was on the pill, plus she had a few boxes of plan B she liked to keep a stack of.

"Mama! Please! Just let me cum! I'll be good!" He screams, fake tears streaming from his eyes. Some of them were genuine tears from how delicious the pleasure was.

"Will you be my little ingredient holder?" She tilted her head as she spoke, speaking in the most condescending tone she could muster. "I need lots of human sperm to make my potions, would you like that? For me to milk you dry every day?"

He lets out a guttural groan that she didn't think was part of the roleplay. This was purely him. He was enjoying every bit of this, lapping up all the attention his girlfriend gave her.

The last statement was proved by his hips thrusting into her hips in an attempt to chase his orgasm. She stops and rubs his stomach. "How many times was that? 6 times? 6 potential orgasms just for me to stop... That makes me powerful don't you think? To have the ability to stop you from doing something your body chases? It's okay though, you'll get it soon."

Then her cunt was hovering over his red cock that was tortured for the last 2 hours. He nodded eagerly as he babbled how much he needed her to finish him off— to give her the "ingredient" she needed. She sat on him, wincing at how big he was, Every time she had him in her at first she would always be shocked by how much he stretched her fluttering walls.

"Going to be the best ingredient ever— make the strongest potion," she praises, continuing their little roleplay. He didn't seem to be acting anymore due to the immense pleasure, mostly just him begging for mercy for her to finish him off finally.

"For fucks sake— please just ride me, mama— need it," he whines, actual tears falling down his face. He was ruined— disheveled. And she felt glorious; she had done that. She had made him feel so divine just for her to deny his unholy release six whole times.

Y/n clicks her tongue and slaps his chest slightly, before reaching back and squeezing his balls. By his reaction she knew it was painful from how much he groaned— a different type of groan— he needed that release and she was just toying with him— She had been toying with him this whole time. "Next time you won't finish. I may need the ingredient but I can always use other fluids," she warns darkly.

He seemed to get that she was still roleplaying and nodded, breathing a sorry that was soon sucked in as she started hopping on him, his dick curve hitting her spot every time she sheathed onto him.

Her hands rested on his pecs before finding his nipples and tugging on them harshly. "Pretty boy looks so good fucked out for me," she whispers into his ear, her one hand caressing his sweaty hair. "Only for you." His eyes flutter, his mouth staying open. She kissed him— now instead of hopping, she was rocking into him, which seemed more sensual to them as they moaned in sync, telling each other they loved each other, completely forgetting about the roleplay. Now it was just the couple of two years that have lived with each other for eleven months.

Y/n reaches for the cuffs and he shakes his head while begging a no. "Keep them on, please," he moans.

Her mouth forms a smile before opening from the pleasure. She gets an idea so they both have what they want. "Wanna feel you touch me," she says uncuffing one singular cuff. His hand immediately finds her hip while his hips thrust into her—seeming like he was trying to gain control.

"Fucking being a brat for not letting me cum, baby," he groans as he pinches her nipple. She smiles at him before kissing his neck. "Good," she whispers, before unlatching the other cuff. Then she was flipped on her stomach, her ass in the air, her face buried in the mattresses as he plunged his abused cock into her. "Oh, you feel so good—way better than your hand, that's for damn sure," he murmurs breathily. Y/n was clawing at the mattress, bratty almost pornographic moans being muffled into the light grey satin sheets.

She lifts her head finally, positioning her body to arch, her elbows propping her up as he continued to rail her pussy into oblivion. "Cum in me— wanna feel you-"

He cuts her off before she continues with a humorous moaning chuckle. "Trust me, I'm gonna fucking milk every fuckin' drop inside this pussy, gonna stuff it full so you can carry my baby," he growls, making his thrust harder to punch— not kiss— her cervix. She squeals as a sudden wave of intense pleasure knocks her out. Her vision faded black and he coaxed her, his thrust becoming sloppy before he stilled in her. He doubles over from the climax, whispering praises into her ear. "S'good, I love you so much, honey," was all she could make out.

She thought he was the one who was going to be exhausted but he kept going, his cock continuing to piston inside of her for round two. She was more than okay with it, letting him use her just how he wanted; he deserved it.

By the time he stuffs her brim full with a second orgasm, she is on her back. The cum oozed out of her cunt as he pestered wet-sloppy and open-mouth kisses all over her neck and chest. She was bound to have marks all over her in the morning. "Look at that, baby," he says as he plays with his release around the hole. He was still inside, his finger lapping up the release and stuffing it back into her.

"Fuck, don't do that, or we're doing a round three," y/n squeals. He smiles cheekily at her and stuffs his finger into her again.

His cock and his finger were both inside, stretching her to limits she never thought she would be able to with him. Then he starts thrusting slowly, his vacant hand holding her ankle in the air so he can have maximum access to his favorite toy.

"We need to get those ankle holders like hospitals have so I can fuck you better," he says between grunts. "Or a fuck machine so I can get payback."

At the mention of the machine, she screams, especially because he removes his finger and presses it onto her stomach. "Scream for me again, baby: tell the whole fuckin' neighborhood I'm breeding my little whore again."

And she did, she couldn't take his rough thrust with his hand pushing on her stomach, it made her tighter— sensitive. But she could not bring herself to stop such amazing pleasure.

His stamina never seemed to shock Y/n. It did at first, having to beg her to eat her out. She let him, barely saying no simply because it was a win-win. He would always say "I get pleasure from eating my girl out, I don't need anything else." Which she loved, it almost became a love language for him to do so. While she answer emails for her stay-at-home job—when he was home that is— he would rarely pass an opportunity to either 1: eat her out or two: fuck her while she worked— and trust the universe, he made sure she would take it while working whatever she did on her computer.

He soon got tired of the position and pulled her by her thighs, manhandling her and flipping her back on her stomach. Y/n pushed herself down the bed, her feet touching the ground in front of him. He pushed himself back in, his hands grabbing her hips so he could pull her back onto him repeatedly. His thrust was a little harder, exactly how she wanted right now, making loud pleasured moans to leave her lips— along with many praise for him for how good he made her feel.

She then pushes herself off, causing them both to stand, he gets the hint and pulls her close, grabbing by the throat to choke her. Her vision fades a bit, from the pleasure of his cock hitting her cervix and his slender hand stifling air from her throat. "I love you, honey. 'Missed you at work; 'Could only think of my beautiful girl all alone at home," he says between moans. "My good fucking girl," he growls as he moves her hair from her face just to return to her throat. His thrust never faltered either, his words, and admiration, all pushing her over the edge so hard she went limp. "Did I fuck you too dumb, baby? Awe, my poor baby." He then pushes her face back into the mattress, spreading her cheeks to gain better access to his cock moving into her pussy repeatedly. "Take me so well," he groans, massaging the fatty flesh of her rump.

Y/n was too far into subspace to talk. She could barely even comprehend his dirty words, plus the painful pleasure she had from overstimulation of her recent orgasm was going straight to her head.

He continues to fuck her, eventually picking her back up and carrying her to the bathroom—while fucking her. Her arms wrap around his shoulder lazily, his hands steadily gripping her ass to push her onto his cock repeatedly. He lays her down in the huge circle bathtub, turning the water on and continuing his work to chase his own orgasm. "Baby, fucking love you and your pussy, both of my girls make me so happy," he then doubles over, his face going for her neck, stifled whimpers escaping his mouth traveling from her neck to her ears.

Y/n holds him, her hands rubbing his back as he finishes for the third time inside of her. "I love you too, dear," she whispers. He whimpers causing her to chuckle. "Too sensitive?" She asks, feeling his dick twitch inside of her. He nods into her and she splashes water onto his body. "You wanna take a nap in the bathtub?"

He moves his face to look at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Honey, as much as I love being in your embrace, I don't want to risk you drowning."