#obrien x fem reader

[hunterwritesstuff]

O’Brien x fem slasher like reader?

*Cracks knuckles* Hell yeah! >:3

✝️ Since this is O'Brien, he feigns stupidity on what Slashers are! He knows what they are, he just pretends to not know what they are so you can happily infodump to him about them!

✝️ He listens INTENTLY whenever you infodump about horror movies/slasher movies because he knows it makes you happy which makes HIM happy!

✝️ It's a win-win!

✝️ If you try to show him a movie or two, he'll most likely snuggle close to you!

✝️ He makes it seem like it's because he's scared, which...He is!...just not in the way you think!

✝️ He'll definitely play with your hair while you talk!

✝️ He takes notes from what you tell him! :)

✝️ He ADORES how excited you get when talking about your whole slasher interest!

✝️ He may not get it fully, but he'll be damned if he doesn't love listening to you!

[viixenvi]

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."

[lucky-punk-lemonade]

Nothing to Lose

| Did you ever realize how far apart you and Stiles grew, even as you spent hours together? [Established relationship; smut MDNI 18+; oral (fem receiving)] Classic overworked loser boyfriend! (canon) Stiles Stilinski

This work belongs to me, lucky-punk-lemonade (Minte_Condition on AO3). I do not give anyone permission to distribute or share my work without consent.

You’ve always trusted Stiles to know his limits. Never badgered him if he wanted to stay up into the early morning hours researching niche supernatural events or when he’d say he survived off of microwave dinners and PB&J's and hasn’t drank water in a few days. Of course, he loved it when you sternly told him that wasn’t healthy, that he should get more sleep or get up to get a cup of water. He loved that about you. Seeing you cared when it mattered.

It started when you took his hand in yours and brought it up to your mouth. Pressing small kisses to each of his knuckles, punctuating words he wasn’t listening to. “Stiles?” You frowned, giving up on the conversation.

“Hm?” He’d blink as if his eyelids were sticking together; slow, fazed and distracted.

“You’re not listening,” you’d said, kissing his fingertips.

“M’listening. I was…” he tested bending his fingers, smiling when your lips followed. “I was…”

You could hear the thought die in his throat, the remnants leaving in the form of a small moan as you take his ring finger between your lips.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Then he was resting his cheek against your inner thigh, eyes already glazing over and eyebrows knitted dramatically. An overwhelmed and weak expression. When you had told him you liked it when he looked like that, you suspected he started looking at you with those half-lidded eyes and slightly-parted mouth more often. Whatever makes you happy.

When he spoke in a needy whisper, his voice took on a gravelly static. His ‘M’s and ‘S’s slurring and spilling over into the next word after it. He lost the sense to enunciate words or put much work into the praises and instead focused his efforts into watching your face and sliding his fingers between your legs and letting out a deep exhale, something about how wet you are leaving with it.

It’s been a while for sure. Since you’ve had time for each other. Since you got time alone, really. Consumed by school, work, and helping the pack. You’d joked that the pack couldn’t survive without two humans, he laughed, and you both went back to work. It was comfortable. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to just be with him until he’d coincidentally sat next to you in the bed for a small break. Reading through the notes you’d both taken, switching the notebook between backpacks every research session, you leaned into him.

Now, he was looking up at you from between your legs, almost cross-eyed at the slick covering his thumb. And when his head dipped down, ready to coat his mouth in you, he knew your mouth would fall open. He knew it did something to you, the boldness of his eye contact while he did something like this, lapping at you, hands holding your thighs down, and humming into you every so often as if he wanted this as much as you did. As your head lolled back, he smiled against you and reached up to hold your hand. He gently guided your hand to the top of his head, his moan vibrating against you as your nails scratch softly at his scalp. He lifts his head and gives you a crooked grin. His lips are wet and his eyes almost sparkle as his voice comes out cracking in need. “M’listening now, sweetheart.”

Before you could answer, his head dipped back down and sucking softly as your hands tighten in his hair. Stiles was indulgent. In his research, mostly, losing track of time and awareness of his own needs. He was often dehydrated, tired, and hungry, making you out to be his guardian angel every time you came over to remind him. He said his ADHD gave him an addictive personality, or his father’s genes. At the very least, he was obsessive. It was useful in research, but you never imagined how advantageous it’d be if he set his sights on you.

He grinned against you and pulled away again, impatient to get his words out. Your eyes fluttered seeing him lick his lips and the words that come out are barely heard, “Missed you.”

The sight makes your heart flutter. His awkward smile because he’d stopped to tell you. His chin was still shiny, and he licked his lips again, enunciating for the first time since you’d kissed his neck,

“I missed you, honey. Am I makin’ it up to you?”

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

Just thought i should share

(found this pic on Facebook)

[ohwowimlonley]

Reader needing to be a cockwarmer for Dylan some nights to be able to go to sleep. No necessarily sex, just the closeness. And Dylan is more than happy to oblige.

warnings - subspace, smut, cockwarming, sub!fem!reader, softdom!dyl, post-smut smuttyness, mentions of multiple orgasms, daddy kink

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“More,” you insist, rolling your hips lazily against his, gasping as your puffy clit catches on his weeping cockhead. Dylan makes a discontented sound, grasping at your waist in an attempt to halt your movements; though all it really does is serve to make you cry out, “daddy please! Need- need to feel you,”

“Shh, sweet girl,” he brings a hand up to the nape of your neck, twirling a calloused finger around a stray hair there. His lips connect with your forehead, and he ever so slowly twists your bodies until he’s underneath you, letting your overused cunt rest on the defined muscles of his abdomen.

“Daddy! Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy-“ you grind yourself down, tears spilling over your eyes from the overstimulation, but you’re so desperate for the closeness that you cling tight to him, tucking your head beneath his chin and breathing deep.

“Shh, bunny,” he slides you down onto his cock, ever so gentle, one hand supporting the small of your back. You relax into him, breathing softly into the crook of his neck, “s’okay, m’gonna keep you nice n warm,”

[eriskisses]

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[tatoda]

Lost || Dylan O’brien x fem!reader

summary: dylan has been distant while he’s off filming, is this the end of your relationship?

pairing: dylan o’brien x fem!reader

warnings: angst, but good ending

wc: 1.4k

masterlist

Being in a relationship with Dylan can have its ups and downs. He was the sweetest person ever in your relationship. You have been together for about 2 years now, but for one year combined he’s been gone filming for movies. Right now he was filming for (some movie) and he’s been gone for about two months and as the days and weeks went by you heard less and less from him.

Clicking the call button on his contract, you put the phone up to your ear praying he would answer. 4 rings went by and you knew he wasn’t gonna answer

“Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone, please leave a message and I’ll try to get back to you.” the voicemail went off as the beep passed for you to talk. but you sat there as tears started to form in your eyes, this was the sixth time you called him today, and had no responses to your texts.

You couldn’t speak into the phone as tears welled up in your eyes. The phone was in your hand waiting for your words to be spoken, but nothing came out. Sitting there you said nothing wishing your boyfriend was on the phone with you. The beeping of the line cutting you off made you put the phone down. Hugging the sweatshirt dylan’s sweatshirt close to your body as you cuddled into the sheets of your shared bed that still smelled somewhat like him. You sat there in silence overthinking, crying, and staying frozen in place forever.

Your phone rang an hour later, Dylan's name popping up. You reached fast for it but stopped when you were going to click answer. He didn’t tell you anything that was happening. No text or calls of if he was going to be busy or not. Letting your overthinking get to your head you clicked the button and put the phone to your ears.

“h-hello?” you said quietly before the blasting of music hit your ears. and the immediate thought was that Dylan was at a party or a bar

“baby! oh my gosh!” Dylan screamed through the phone “I’m so sorry I’ve been busy.” his words slurred, which gave you the impression he was drunk

“Yeah? for two weeks?” you restated the period he never talked to you until now.

“I k-know. I’ve been spending tons of time with the cast.” one guy called his name before he told the random man to give him a minute “you and the girl I working with are so alike it’s crazy.” your heart dropped, you tried not to get jealous of the other girls he worked with because you were his, right?

“oh,” that’s all that could come out of your mouth. you couldn’t seem to say anything else. the sound of a girl's voice could be heard from his side and you could hear the way he laughed at her

“Listen baby I have to go.” he hung up before you could say anything. maybe this was it. this was the end of your relationship.

All you could think about is how he didn’t say he missed or loved you. Grabbing your rings from his room and shoving them into a suitcase you have. You needed to get out of this stupid apartment that kept reminding you of him. You called your best friend and asked if you could stay with her for a while as you needed space away from this setting.

“do you want to talk about it?” she rubbed your back up and down as you shook your head.

“thank you for letting me stay.” sending her a small smile you stood up and went to her guest bedroom.

You stayed there for about a week. Dylan called you the next morning apologizing for his behavior for the following night but you just stayed quiet before asking him if he remembered anything, to which he responded with some. You felt like you finally lost him.

Dylan didn’t want to tell you he was coming home. He knew he messed up majorly the past month. He just was so exhausted from filming that nights would end with his phone dead and sleeping on his trail without a charger. He tried to text you, but his service in the woods was shit. He wanted to tell you, he tried. But his dumb-ass drunk self ruined it all for him, and his co-star Hailey and her girlfriend reminded him of you so much he would cry some nights because he missed you so much.

Walking into your shared apartment he was ready to hold you again. Ready to kiss you forever until he died in your arms. As he walked around everything was deserted, you were not there and he could tell. Walking into the bedroom he saw how things were left open and clothes were everywhere and his heart dropped. You left. Not giving up, he kept looking for you in the apartment, finding nothing.

“fuck!” Dylan kicked the wall next to him putting his head in his hands frustrated. he knew where you would go, it’s no surprise that you would be at your friend's house. so he made it his mission to get you back home.

Knocking on the door took your attention off of your Netflix show. Standing up carefully you walked towards the door slightly opening it, scared that a murderer was there to get you. It was the second scariest thing though, Dylan.

“wha-“ he moved the door and walked in shutting it closed behind him before you could even finish your sentence

“you left?” sadness filled his features staring at you with so much compassion and question

“i-“ nothing could come out. why? “I had too,” whispered it mostly to yourself. he stepped forward as you stood still “I lost you Dylan.” finally saying the truth what’s been holding your tongue down forever

“what? you lose me? what the hell is that supposed to mean y/n?” picking up his voice a little you didn’t know what to do

“when is the last time we actually talked?” looking. at him, you tried to stay strong, as the question hit him he was left in silence “when you asked me how my day was? or if I was okay that you were gone? or told me that you loved me?”

“i-i don’t remember.” looking down in defeat tears started to form in your eyes.

“three weeks ago. it was the last time you said it to me. so you can see how I lost you.” he reached for your hand but you didn’t let him take it

“baby-please, I do love you.” moving his hand to your chin he moved your head up to see your teary eyes

“then why? why Dylan was it that I sat at home every day overthinking. I thought, maybe he is sleeping with someone else while I’m sitting here in our apartment.” he shook his head immediately

“sleeping with someone else? as you crazy? y/n-“ he moved both of his palms to cup your face “I fucking love you, I would die for you. I tried calling you, I swear. we were in the woods and they told me there would be service. baby, I called you over twenty times a day every day to talk but it kept going to voicemail. it just wouldn’t go through. I would spend nights crying myself to sleep fucking wishing I was at home with you, kissing you, making love to you.” your tears started to fall at his words

“dyl-“ he cut you off to continue his speech to you

“Hailey, she’s the girl you heard on the phone. she and her girlfriend reminded me of you.” he smiled at you rolling your eyes playfully “I’m sorry my drunk self didn’t say anything else when I wish I did.” he paused to look at you “I do love you, and I missed you so much beautiful.” he leaned his forehead on yours still making eye contact with you “I love you, okay?” nodding your head he connected your lips together which you both missed so much in the past month “I want you to come to set with me, stay with me, please?” the sad look in his eyes you could never say no

“Okay.” smiling at your boyfriend you softly kissed him again “I love you dork.” wrapping your arms around his neck he grabbed your waist pushing you towards the closest wall kissing you with so much passion

“Please don’t have sex in my hallway.” you both froze at your best friend's voice. you looked up and smiled apologetically

“let’s get you home now.” Dylan interfered laughed at the two of you

“Okay.” looking back towards Dylan you kissed him again ready to head home.

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Coach (5)

Pairing: AU Coach!Dylan x Mom!Reader

Summary: on your first date, Dylan makes a confession that leaves you questioning whether or not you want to be with him

Warnings: a bit of TW for this one, mentions of alchohol addiction, mentions of a car accident, mentions of rehab, some cursing

WC: 3.6k

A/N: I love that I can never ve consistent with my posting, but hey I didnt abandon this series, I just havent had time because of school, but here I am with another chapter, were getting some Dylan backstory so enjoy

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

"For fuck sakes Y/N, you're damn thirty you shouldn't be freaking out over coffee." You cursed at your reflection in the mirror almost as if the eyes that stared right back at you were judging you, mocking you even. You felt ridiculous, doing your makeup and dressing nicely for a coffee date like you were in high school. Good lord. Is this what dating felt like? Looking back at it you had very little to no memory of ever going through this with your ex-husband. You definitely didn't feel this sick feeling to your stomach or this restless beating of your heart. 

This is what society calls having a crush. At thirty years old, nice. 

You shook your head, trying to brush off your insecurities and nervousness before you started to think going out with Dylan was a bad idea. Because my god you really liked him, even if you barely knew him, you felt so attracted to that man it wasn't even funny. So you tried not to think about the fact that he was Roman's coach. And with a deep exhale you dragged your feet out of your bathroom before you could convince yourself otherwise. 

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand and when the screen lit up you saw a text from Dylan. You swallowed thickly, the insecure side of you thinking that maybe he was going to tell you that he changed his mind. You swiped to open the text and you were instantly relieved 

[Dylan]

I'm owm to the cafe we agreed on. I can't wait to see you ;)

You let out a soft relieved laugh when you read over the text, it almost made you smile too. It was kinda sweet. He was kinda sweet. 

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

This was it, it was now or never. You gripped the steering wheel with so much force you felt like you were going to pop a knuckle out of place. You couldn't shake this mixture of both excitement and nervousness. When you thought about it, you realized that Dylan would be the first man you have gone out with in ten years and that really fucking scared you. You squeezed your eyes shut for a couple of seconds and took in as much air as you could before letting it out slowly, as if you were trying to let out all of your insecurities and anxiety right now. You had to. 

"Alright, alright it'll be okay." You reassured yourself with a small smile before you grabbed your belongings and got out of your car, not wanting to waste any more time. 

You walked a very short distance from your car to the nice cafe Dylan picked out. You were honestly surprised by how nice it looked, from the outside at least, but you figured it was just as nice inside. When you got to the entrance, you immediately spotted Dylan standing outside with his nose deep on his phone, as you assumed he was waiting for you. You didn't announce yourself just yet, you wanted to take him in. He looked nice, he was dressed in a nice but simply navy blue Henley and dark washed jeans, his chocolate hair free of his usual baseball cap and his jaw was covered in a dark stubble that looked like it hadn't been shaved in a couple of days. To say that you absolutely loved what you saw was an understatement. Like how was it possible for someone to look so simple but so incredibly hot at the same time? This man made it possible, you guessed.

When you finally started to feel a bit creepy after a couple of seconds of staring at him in silence you decided to approach him. Here goes nothing. 

“Dylan?” You spoke up softly, hoping to get his attention. Dylan immediately looked up from his phone, his eyes scanning for a few seconds for the source, until he found you standing in front of him with a small smile. He smiled too and his eyes instantly lit up when they saw you. 

“Y/N, hi uhm,” He paused as he shoved his phone into his pocket and moved off the wall he was standing against to approach you. HIs smile grew slightly wider as he looked over you carefully, almost as if he was taking in your presence the same you had a minute ago. But he wasn’t anywhere near as shy about it as you were. His eyes burned deep into you as his eyes scanned up and down your form for a minute. And you were absolutely burning up under his warm gaze. He probably noticed because his eyes suddenly went up and met with yours, the smile never leaving his lips. “You look- you look very, very,” he let out a small breath and chuckled softly, as if he was too shy or awkward to finish the sentence, but you knew what he meant regardless. 

“Uhm,” you chuckled softly and looked down, running your hand through your hair a bit flustered. “Thank you. You look nice too.” 

Dylan did a similar gesture, he smiled flustered, his pale cheeks turning into a pinkish colour and he nodded, running his hand through the back of his dark hair before he made eye contact with you again. 

“Would you like to go inside?” Dylan asked, gesturing his head towards the door. You noticed he lightly scrunched up his face like he just said something he wished he hadn’t, but did and just had to go along with it anyway. You just smiled and nodded. Before you could go in, he opened the door, but he didn’t go in, he just stood and waited with a smile.  “After you.” 

“Oh,” You looked at him a bit taken aback, not really expecting such a gesture, but you happily accepted it. Everyone needs chivalry in their lives every once in a while. “Thank you.”

Dylan followed you inside. The two of you didn’t really exchange much for a little while, the process of ordering your respective desired drinks and food took a bit and during it you both simply stood on the side as you waited for your name to be called with your order. You wouldn’t say it was awkward though, it really wasn’t, despite the very obvious silence. It was surprisingly comfortable. And it wasn’t until you both had gotten your orders and that you had found a nice somewhat quiet spot near the back of the cafe that you talked. And even then, you both still sat in silence for a little while, looking between the cup of coffee in your hands and the other right across. You honestly had no fucking idea how dates worked. I mean you were 19 when you had your last first date with someone. And coincidentally it was with your ex-husband, so it wasn’t even a good one to begin. Yeah this was hard. 

“So where are you kids?” Dylan spoke up, finally breaking the silence you were both in. You looked up at him when you heard him and you sighed softly.

“With their Dad. It’s his weekend with them. I dropped them off yesterday evening and I usually pick them up Monday afterschool.” You explained with a small sigh, leaning on the palm of your hand. 

“Do you always make that face when you talk about your ex?” Dylan pointed out with a small chuckle, probably noticing the way you dreaded even the mention of your ex. 

“Sorry,” you laughed softly and shook your head dismissively. “If you ever see Roman making that face, you know where he learned it from.” You joked, rubbing the side of your face feeling almost embarrassed that Dylan picked up on your expression. But he laughed too, so he probably took it lightheartedly.

“So do you only have Roman and your little girl? Or do you have more kids?” He asked curiously, leaning back in his seat as he sipped on his coffee, but nearly spat it right back out with a laugh when he saw the way your eyes widened and you profusely shook your head. 

“Oh God no. Just those two. And honestly, two is good enough for me.” 

“Of course, that’s entirely fair.” He chuckled softly. “So Roman I know, but I don’t know much about your girl. What was her name again?”

“Athena. She just turned six and she’s the light of my life.” You actually smiled this time when you responded, now your turn to sip on your coffee. Dylan hummed softly and nodded. 

“Athena? That’s really pretty. I think it’s pretty fitting, because she looks exactly like you. And you’re honestly the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” His pale cheeks flushed bright red when he said it and his lips curved into a bit of a sheepish smile. You got just as flustered, your eyes grew big at the sudden compliment and you couldn’t help but avert your gaze away from his, but there was also a small smile on your lips. It was cute how shy but surprisingly charming Dylan could be at times. 

“Well uh, thank you. It’s nice to know I did something right with my life.” You joked, but there was some small truth behind your words. It was hard not to feel like you were a complete and utter failure and like you had no idea what the fuck you were doing with your life most of the time.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing. Despite everything you’ve had going on you’re doing an amazing job with both of your kids. I mean Roman is a great kid. And I know I’m just an outsider but from my perspective you do way more for your kids as a single mom than most married parents I’ve seen in the past five years. I mean, your whole life got turned upside down, and that’s not counting what you might’ve gone through prior, and yet you've managed to raise decent human beings. I can see that in Roman, and I trust me I don’t see it often.” Dylan reached over the table to the hand that was sitting flat on the surface, and he slowly grabbed it, squeezing it lightly, “so maybe, just maybe, you should give yourself some credit, because you’re doing a great job, and not every parent can say the same.” 

“Dylan,” you breathed out softly, your eyes had already filled with tears so you had to blink a couple of times to make them go away. Maybe he thought he made you uncomfortable because you stayed silent and you avoided his gaze, so he tensed up a bit and was about to move his hand, but you squeezed it lightly and smiled at him, genuinely smiled. “Thank you. It’s been a shitty six months and I honestly don’t know if I have been doing anything right, like at all. It feels like my life is falling apart so knowing that maybe I’m not a shitty parent lifts some of that weight off my shoulders.” 

“Well for whatever it’s worth, I think you’re an amazing mom. and you’re definitely my favourite mom too.” He shot you a small wink, and instead of an awkward smile, there was a more playful and confident one, like he was not shy to say it at all. You on the other hand, you were definitely burning up, and it wasn’t exactly because of the warm coffee in your cup. 

“I think we’ve talked enough about me. And even though I’ve been seeing you three times a week for the past six months, I don't know much about you so,” you tried to shift the focus of your conversation. Both so that you could play off the fact that you were absolutely flustered and that it was his fault and also because wanted to hear more about him, because realistically you knew very little. “So how long have you been coaching baseball?”

“About five years.” He responded after a few seconds of thinking and nodded to himself to confirm. 

“So quite a while huh?” He nodded again with a small smile. “What made you start coaching? I mean we’re the same age, so I’m guessing you did something else before that.” And right then, his expression slightly fell and he straightened himself in his chair, clearly a bit tense now. 

“Well,” he bit his lip and ran his fingers through the dark hair covering his jaw, now it was his turn to avert his gaze. It took him a couple of seconds to speak again, like genuinely had no idea how to respond, or like he was trying to find the best way to. “I like playing baseball. I used to actually. I played in Major League Baseball. I loved it, like a lot. And coaching baseball to middle schoolers felt like the closest thing to actually playing baseball y’know?”

“Really? I had no idea you were actually a professional baseball player. That’s uh, that’s pretty cool. What team did you play for?” You asked, leaning into your palm again but you leaned a bit closer this time, actually interested. But again, he seemed to be tense, his body language was tense and once again he avoided eye contact with you, like something was off. You frowned softly when you noticed his reaction again. 

“Mets.” He simply said with a half smile, but it wasn’t a proud or even happy one, it looked kind of sad, nostalgic even, like it was still a sore topic, and you were pouring salt on the wound. “I played for the Mets for a couple of years. Until-” 

“Dylan you don’t—you don’t have to explain that to me. It’s okay, we don’t have to go into detail about it if you’re not comfortable.” You reassured him, now squeezing his hand in return. You weren’t going to lie, you were dying to know more, both because you wanted to know more about Dylan and his life, and also because you were curious to know what happened that made him quit playing professionally. I mean you doubted it was his deliberate decision. But you weren’t anything of his so you had no right to pry. 

“I appreciate that Y/N, but I want us to, well, I want us to work, and I feel like I can’t move forward if I don’t tell you this because you’re going to find out anyway, and I rather you just hear it from me.” He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing visibly and he looked visibly nervous. Yeah, that definitely worried you. 

“Oh,” you bit your lip, sitting straight and looking at him with big eyes, now a bit worried about what he was actually going to say, so you nodded slowly. “O-okay, I’m listening.”

“So being a professional baseball player was like my dream growing up, I knew that’s what I wanted to do with my life, like that was my thing. And I know this isn’t a justification, but I was very very young when I got drafted. I was twenty-two when I got into the Mets, I moved to New York by myself and being in that environment was a lot for a dumb college student and I know that,” he paused, running his hand through the back of his hair and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to say what he had to say, “I was partying, drinking, sleeping around a lot, I had absolutely no control. So drinking a few beers after every game turned into drinking a twelve pack every night after practice, and when beer no longer gave me the buzz I wanted that turned into drinking strong liquor until I blacked out drunk and that quickly turned into going to practice hungover out of my mind, and to help with the hangover I would drink some more, I would sometimes mix that with weed too. I honestly couldn’t remember days at a time because I was always so drunk, or high. I have been told I blacked out multiple times during practice or my teammates would find me blacked out in our hotel rooms when we traveled. I was completely out of control.”

“So… So did you get like.. Fired?” You asked hesitantly, not exactly liking where he was going because you had the feeling it wasn’t exactly a story with a happy ending. 

“Eventually, yeah. They made me go to A.A meetings at first, but really, when does that ever work? But they never actually made me go to rehab because that meant I had to be gone for a season or two, and I couldn’t afford that. So that went on for a while until well,” he paused and sighed heavily, now running both hands over his face, and his usually bright amber eyes looked crystalized with tears. “I was driving to practice, of course I was drunk out of my fucking mind, and pretty fucking high so like to this day I don’t remember how I got in that car. And it’s still just a blur in my head, like I remember bits and pieces of what happened. I just remember I was driving, I think I was going 50 on a 20 because I was late for practice and I ran a red light. Everything else after that is still a blur, I just remember I woke up in the hospital with a broken collarbone, but other than that I was okay.” 

“You were okay? What—what about the car you crashed into?” You dared to ask, your voice shaking a bit as you tried to process the amount of information he had just given. 

“I ran right into the driver’s side, I completely totaled my car and theirs. And uhm, I found out at the hospital that they—” You saw a tear fall down his face, he blinked a couple of times in an attempt to make it stop, but you still saw it and you could see that it still pained him to remember. “They got a really bad spine fracture from the collision. It couldn’t be fixed, not even with surgery and they uhm, they were paralized from the waist down.”

“So—so you were drunk driving, ran a red light, caused a car accident and left someone in a wheelchair? Am I getting that right?” You said a bit too harshly, but you couldn’t help it. You honestly couldn’t believe it and you didn’t know how to react. Your hand was long off his by then. 

“I know how it sounds but I—” you cut him off with a shake of your head. 

"Dylan, that's really fucking serious. Like you could've fucking killed someone. Hell, you ruined someone's life. How can you even live with that?" Maybe you could've had a better reaction, maybe you weren't exactly reasoning nor empathizing with him. But how could you? You honestly didn't know what to think. Maybe you had no right to be upset, but you were. I mean in retrospect, is this really someone you want to be with? Someone with addiction? You had two children for fucks sake, you didn't have time to deal with this. "I'm sorry." Is all you said before you grabbed your purse and got up, ignoring Dylan calling your name as you walked away. 

Dylan cursed to himself, wanting to punch himself in the face for being so incredibly stupid, but he had time to beat himself up later, instead he got up and went after you, hoping that maybe he could fix it, or maybe he was just destined to not be able to let go of his past. 

"Y/N! Y/N c'mon!" He called after you, eventually catching you right when you walked out of the cafe. He grabbed your arm, making you turn around to face him, "Y/N, please wait, let me explain." 

"Explain what? You already did. Listen I appreciate your honesty, I really do, it was better you told me now because I can tell you now that I can't do this. I have two kids I have to care of, I can't be worried about someone who—" 

"Someone who's an alcoholic?" He finished your sentence, he sounded hurt, his face expression only further showed how much your words got to him. "It's not like that." 

"It's not? Okay how it is then?" You looked up at him with a small frown, trying to look tough but the genuinely broken look in his eyes made you soften your expression a bit. 

"Listen, that was over six years ago. I'm sober now. Completely." He sighed softly, averting his eyes away from yours to look at the ground, almost ashamed of himself now. "It was this huge scandal, all over social media, it was a lot of heat for the team, bad press, so they fired me. And that was the wake up call I needed, because I checked myself into rehab and I got sober. And I haven't gotten drunk or high ever since. And I don't know I thought maybe coaching kids would be the motivation I needed. I guess it bas been so far." And now you felt awful. 

"Oh Dylan.." You sighed heavily, rubbing your face exasperatedly. You didn't even know what to say. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have overstepped, I don't know your story and I had no right—"

"Hey," he cut you off, grabbing your face between his warm hands and making you look up at him, "I know it was a lot to process. Trust me, the people that were closest to me at the time couldn't handle it either and I don't blame them. And I won't blame you if you don't ever want to see me again after this, I get it." 

There it was, that knot in your stomach, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your head. It was this feeling you always had when he was around. The feeling of both anxiety and excitement. One because you liked being in his presence, somehow seeing those bright amber eyes, that smile and that constellation of moles along his face had become your reason not to take your children and start a new life half way across the country. But at the same time that made you uneasy, because feeling that way for someone again scared you. It scared you to let yourself love again, so you were looking for any excuse to run away. But right now, looking at those amber eyes, you didn't see somehow who would deliberately cause others pain, if anything you saw him own. And maybe, if you tried hard enough, you could heal each other.

"But I want to keep seeing you." 

Dylan smiled, biting his lip softly, "good, because I want to keep seeing you too." 

[darkenedreaper]

MASTERLIST INFO

ELLEN RIPLEY (ALIEN)

It's Alright (Fluff)

She Held You Without Any Talking (Light Angst, Fluff)

Come Back To Me (Light Angst, Fluff, Slight Violence)

NSFW Headcannons (Smut)

Your Walls (Angst, Fluff)

I Believe You (Light Angst, Fluff)

Before We Run Out of Time (Angst, Fluff)

I'll Take Care Of You (Fluff)

Puppy Eyes (Fluff)

Love to Live Life With You (Fluff, Hints at Smut)

We’ll Fight But We Make Up (Fluff, Light Angst)

Sleepyhead (Fluff)

When She Wants It (Smut)

Distant Lovers (Sad Angst)

NSFW Alphabet With Ripley (Smut)

There She Is (Fluff)

Newly Weds (Fluff)

Appreciation Post 2 (Sigourney Weaver)

LAURIE STRODE (HALLOWEEN SLASHER MOVIES)

Laurie As Your Girlfriend (Fluff)

Tight Hold (Fluff)

PROFESSOR SEVERUS SNAPE

Loosen Up (Fluff, hints at smut, teasing)

The Pain of Patronus (hints at death, bloody description) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] ongoing

Give Him A Laugh (Fluff)

UNFORGOTTEN

Comforting Cassie (Fluff)

The Way I Look At You (Fluff)

THE DESCENT

Beth As Your Girlfriend (Fluff, Implied Smut)

Warm On The Cold Nights (Fluff, Beth)

Cuddles (Fluff, Sam & Rebecca)

Caving? (Fluff, All the girls)

Cuddles (Fluff, Beth, Holly, Juno, Sarah)

Dating Juno (Fluff, Implied Smut)

You Before Me (Fluff, Mentions of violence, All the girls)

Tight Hold (Fluff, Sam & Rebecca)

Late Nights (Fluff, All the girls)

ATTACK ON TITAN

How They Ride You (Mikasa, Annie, Hange, Ymir, Sasha

Lights Down Low (Hange)

DANA SCULLY

Jealousy Does All Sorts [Part 1] ongoing

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Sit Still (Implied Smut, Mob!Natasha)

You Gave Up (Angst)

The Velvet Box (Angst, Fluff)

Say That You Love Me (Angst)

That Wasn’t Real (Fluff)

The Forgotten Avenger (Angst, Fluff)

What’d You Expect (Fluff)

Serve (Implied Smut, Fluff)

Her Piercings (Fluff, Implied Smut)

Last Christmas (Fluff, Angst)

When She’s There (Fluff)

That Wasn’t Real (Fluff, Slight Angst)

[darkh3llscap3]

Sacrificed

Stiles x fem! Reader x Yandere! Void Stiles

A/n: This is my first Teen Wolf-related image I hope you like it. There is going to be a pt.2 and it makes everything make more sense and really makes the lovesick side show!

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

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

Dylan Obrien Masterlist

General Masterlist

My hands felt strange as they felt like they were suffocating from the tight bonds connecting to the chair. My eyelids felt heavy but I kept them open with all my willpower. No matter my mind I felt myself go in and out of consciousness.

That was until I heard a voice and banging coming from in front of me. My eyes opened a bright light hitting my torso my head weakly looking straight.

Through a window, I saw Stiles with a desperate look in his panicky eyes. "Stiles?" I shudder out I felt so drained my whole body was sore.

Stiles started banging harder on the glass looking more terrified than before. I noticed his lips were forming words but I couldn't hear them. Everything started spinning again a gross feeling of panic rising in my stomach making me feel sick.

Next thing I know arms come in contact with my shoulders. Then they grasped my hair throwing it over one of my shoulders so my neck was exposed. Suddenly I could hear every word Stiles was saying.

"What do you want?" His bangs get louder causing the pain in my head to expand. This all felt like a fever dream as I shook off the feeling by squinting my eyes at him. If you looked closely you could see two of him. Were they wearing different clothes? You could even see me there was blood dripping down the side of my head and I looked so pale and weak.

I leaned my head back as it hit Stiles chest my eyes gazing on him. I knew it couldn't be him cause he was outside the window but then how is he here? How long have I been here? I'm so confused I just need to rest a little.

"It's simple I want answers and control..." He trailed off and looked down at me then smiled. His head came forward and nuzzled into my neck. His lips touched my neck as he sucked a mark onto it and pulled away from a lovesick grin on his face. "I also want her but some things need to be sacrificed." He goes back to petting my head I looked down at the binds blinking so the dizziness will go away.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!" He screamed at him my brain tried to process this one Stiles was worried and frustrated while his... Twin? Was calm and collected behind me if you look closely he had deep circles under his eyes and a sickly pale complexion.

"What's going on why is there two of you?" I groaned out realizing how dry my throat is.

"That's not me y/n that's the nogitsune." My eyes widened my mom used to tell me stories of dark foxes that feed on chaos and destruction.

The nogitsune shushes me making my mind become a hazy mess and I continue to pet me while whispering "It's all going to be over soon in my ear." I looked up and Stiles and started to struggle in my bounds.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" He put his head down in shame he still had a scared look on his face.

"What is your little group planning?" He demanded I knew he held the power but we still shouldn't let him know this, it could put the whole pack's life in danger.

"Stiles don't you will be putting the pack's life in danger. " I whimpered out trying to get my thoughts to form good sentences.

"If I don't, he's going to kill you, I can't lose you y/n" He shook his head I knew I was a goner if the nogitsune already had its hands on me. They're a trickster spirit it's never going to let me go but I don't let Stiles know that.

A knife was placed on my throat pushing it against my neck but I kept talking. "It's okay Stiles if what the pack has in mind will get rid of the nog-" The knife pressed deeper but I still continued "This is better than risking everybody's life." The thing behind me had its hand in my shoulder his nails digging into the skin in an angry stance.

"Remember Stiles if you don't her blood will be on your hands." I shook my head the knife went deeper little trickles of blood escaped the wound. I didn't want him to blame himself.

"Stiles none of this is your fault you have to choose between lives it's difficult to do that I don't want you to blame yourself, okay?" He nodded and looked away having an inner battle with himself on what to do. The nogitsune was surprisingly silent behind me the only induction he was still here is his knife pressed against my throat and his nails in my shoulder.

"Fine if that's who you choose... " He hands swapped a clean swipe across my neck blood gushing out of my neck falling down onto my chest. Stiles looked away tears streaking his cheeks as a shocked expression was planted on his face. I desperately tried to get air to my lungs but I could only feel blood fill then. I thrashed against the bounds the pain is excruciating.

"I'll see you on the other side baby." The nogitsune whispered from behind me I felt myself losing consciousness as I noticed Stiles wasn't at the window anymore. My head fell down resting on his chest as I let the darkness creep around me fully indulge me.

[dreamer-snail-re]

Reblogged Writing Masterlist

Here is my reblogged Writing Masterlist! As I’ve said many times, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE WORKS!!! This is just to act as navigation and easier access of what I’ve reblogged. If you don’t want to be on this masterlist or want me to take your post down, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Complete Reblogged Masterlist

Note: These links go to my reblogs and not directly to the creator’s account. Also, if there are crossovers, the link will be under whichever franchise the main pairing is from.

Updated: April 8, 2023

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Traitor Series (Sokka x fem!reader) by @sokkascroptop​

Love and Monsters

Alive Together Series (Joel Dawson x GenderNeutral!reader) by @fandom-monium​

Custody Arrangement (Joel Dawson x F!Reader) by @clints-lucky-arrow​

​Monsters, Love, and Family Pt. 1 Pt. 2 [Marvel/LaM crossover] (Joel Dawson x stark!reader) by @fanficimagery

Marvel

The children are our future? (Peter Parker x male!stark!reader) by  @iliumheightnights​

Physical Touch, Not Necessarily Love Series (Sharon Carter x reader) by @buriedhatchetcominguplavender​

The Maze Runner

Smoke and Fire Series Part 4a (Firefighter!Thomas x reader) by @writingsbychlo

Stranger Things

Cool audio scene from Rock My World (Steddie) by @cholvoq

Teen Wolf

Instrutable Series Part 1 (Stiles Stilinski x OFC) by @oh-obrien

My Personal Devil in Prada Series (Lydia Martin x Winchester!OFC) by @buriedhatchetcominguplavender

Teen Wolf Rewrite Series (Stiles Stilinski x reader) by @bilesbilinskix​

Stiles drabble (Stiles Stilinski x reader) by @oh-obrien​​

Void!Stiles Royal!AU drabble(??) (Noah Stilinski [like Void!Stiles but not] x reader) by @writingsbychlo

Other

Art is to Feel | A Bridgerton Series (Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader) by @peterpparkrr

Mondo Owada headcannon (Mondo Owada x transM!reader) by @mookoo-writes​

Mondo Owada x Ultimate Tattoo Artist!Reader by @a-gun-with-one-bullet​

[ohwowimlonley]

DAY TWENTY

TMR Thomas + hair pulling kink

[warnings - cunnilingus, pillowprincess!fem!sub!reader, softdom!thomas, hair pulling kink]

[word count - 1130]

[kinktober list]

It’s been a long, gruelling week for Thomas. Day after day consisted of endless running, mind-numbing map making, tasteless mush and sleepless nights. The Glade doesn’t really keep with the concept of the weekend, but Runners work off a four days on, three days off schedule (a guideline only created so pulled muscles and dehydration a chance to fade).

He hits the all but useless mattress of his and yours shared cabin with a resounding thump. His plan, as exciting as it sounds, is to chain himself to this God awful bed and not leave until Minho is pulling him to the maze, kicking and screaming. He is absolutely not leaving this bed. His eyes cannot even be forced open. Nothing can make him leave this-

“Tommy?”

Oh. Your light, dreamy voice drifts throughout the draughty shack of a house, gracing his ears like melted honey. It made him want to rise from the well-worn sheets and follow the sweet tone until he came into contact with your warm, malleable body.

“Baby,” he sits up against the creaking headboard, blinking owlishly as he watches you cross the threshold to your rickety cabin, pushing the door closed with a soft click and seemingly floating towards him. He props himself up against the headboard, hands outstretched and awaiting your body to fill them. You don’t leave him yearning for too long; situating yourself atop his muscled thighs and giving in to his possessive grip on your waist with an unflinchingly attractive grin.

“Missed you,” you all but purr, nudging your head under his chin in a vaguely feline motion that has Thomas letting out a breathy chuckle and surrendering himself to your whim. Your lips rest somewhere amongst the goosebumps littering the excitement warmed skin around his adams apple, “was- was with those smelly boys all day, ‘nd all I wannid’a do was run into that silly maze ‘nd get all your kissies,”

Thomas very nearly lets a whimper slip out at that. One would think, after being one of the only people responsible for the escape of all his friends (along with those he doesn’t like so much), he must want to release all the stress in his body; not have to take care of anyone else. In fact, the complete opposite is true - he absolutely adores being the only one able to cater to your every whim, not like those ‘smelly boys’. Having you pout up at him with those big, pleading eyes as you beg him to take care of you, give you what you need.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he frowns, shifting his chin so he can smooth a kiss to the crown of your head, “wish we could stay in bed all day,”

“What, so you can keep your mouth on me all day?” You tease, giving a playful nip to the empty canvas of his throat. It’s a hint - not a very sly one at that - and you roll your hips against his to give the ache between your thighs a short reprieve. He almost rolls his eyes, a sly smirk masking his cheeks and all of a sudden you’re squealing and his biceps are bulging and he’s slamming you down onto your back on the much too thin mattress.

“Right as always, my queen,” he admits, shuffling shamelessly down the bed until his shoulders nudge apart and the tip of his nose grazes against your clit through the thick denim of your stonewash jeans.

“Tommy,” you keen, raising your hips to meet the tiny spark of friction, “want you to make me cum,”

“F’course, babygirl,” he concedes, ever the sucker for your innocent pillow princess act, and grasps at your hip with one hand, blunt nails digging into your supple skin as his other cradles your head to soften the blow as he flips the two of you over. That small gesture makes you smile, reaching up to smooth a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“Hey, hey,” you interrupt his ministrations, gripping his jaw to stop the tingling kisses he’s begun littering across your neck. He pulls back, a look of concern imprinting on his features, ready to distance himself from you, You’re quick to carry on, “I love you,”

His face goes soft again, a crimson hue dusting his cheeks. His head dips down to the joint between his neck and shoulder, leaving a sweet nip to the skin, “I love you too, pretty girl,”

Thomas makes quick work of stripping you down - well, it’s more that he shoves your shirt up above your tits and pulls down your sports bra enough for them to pop out, then unbuttons and drags down your jeans.

He isn’t shy when his tongue darts out to smear across your labia, gathering up all of the wetness accumulated over a long day of thinking about this moment. Thomas latches his lips around your chronically understimulated bud, sucking deeply and making you jolt in his hold, a surprised gasp flying past your sun-cracked lips. He doesn’t dare use his fingers yet, not until he’s lapped up all of your sweet juices. You can’t help but tremble under the lavishing of his tongue, hands shooting down to grasp at the roots of his hair, tugging him closer despite the overwhelming pleasure you’re already shaking from. Thomas let out a muffled grunt against your clit at the new sensation, pushing his tongue flat against your spit-slicked and allowing his teeth to scrape over your sensitive skin, collecting up all of your escaping juices.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps against your pussy, sending firm vibrations through you. He leans into the tug on his hair, encouraging you to keep going, “feels so- feels- fuck,”

You almost laugh at the irony of his stammered words, as if he’s getting more pleasure out of this exchange than you are. The thought makes you shudder, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as you grind yourself against his tongue and pull harder on the tangles of his hair in the hopes that he lets out another precious moan against you.

“Tommy, Tommy, m’gonna cum- oh,” you sigh out, rutting against his fingers as they finally come into contact with your dripping core, sliding past you entrance and rubbing against your gummy walls, pressing against the spot he just knew would make your eyes roll back into your skull.. He doesn’t relent, thrusting his fingers at your g-spot until you crumble, screaming out your release and coating his fingers in a pearly white substance, not stopping until you shuffle back, whimpering from overstimulation.

“So,” he draws himself back, licking all of the excess slick from around his lips, arching forward as you go to pull your hands from his curls, “I think we’ve learned something today,”

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[ohwowimlonley]

AAAAGGGH CONGRATS!!!

Can I request Earl Gray with Mitch Rapp? My names Ellie and my pronounces are she/her

I swear I'll put this letter on my gravestone 😭

El,

I miss you more than words can say. I know that you miss me too, but there’s no way you can respond to this letter. Life isn’t the same without you in my arms, but I’d rather my life be a misery than yours in danger. I promise I’ll be home soon, you just need to hold on a little longer. When I get home, we can spend a whole week together, just you and me. We’ll get takeout every day, I’ll even skip the gym and stay in the bed with you. You’ll get tired of me sooooo fast

All my love,

Mitch x

[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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[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