35 With Mitch

35 with mitch

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CAUGHT : for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing.

Surreal was nothing but understated when it came to knowing that your apartment once again housed two instead of one. Since the moment Mitch Rapp walked through the front door, the ceiling lamps grew a little brighter, the air a little warmer, and your heart a little bigger. It was a story told too many times before - a man sent away to right the wrongs of others, leaving his sweetheart to await his return. Time moved slowly, a reminder that your time without the man you love was breaching indefinite. The phone calls became shorter and and you swore that it only prolonged your need for those overdue kisses and whispers of sweet nothings. Once the six week marker flashed midnight on your alarm clock, your heart wretched, and your tears returned. You just missed him.

But luck had a knack for worming it’s way into moments of utter hopelessness - and fortunately, it always ended the same way... with him returning home to your arms.

It didn’t feel real to see his built frame take up space in the kitchen, nor did it feel real to hear the clanging of dishes being washed in the sink that weren’t from your own two hands - the most mundane activity, drenched in complete domesticity, was enough to get your heart soaring. You quietly lent against the arched door frame, arms crossed lazily over your thumping chest as you watched Mitch with all the adoration you could muster. Eyes focused on the way his shirt sat too snug over his shoulders - knowing Mitch, he put it in the dryer with no sense of how to work one, or maybe his frame just grew that little more taut since he’d been gone. Regardless, you couldn’t tear your gaze away and you didn’t want to ever again if it meant that Mitch Rapp never left your side.

You travelled down the expanse of his back, eyeing the way his muscles moved with such fluidity beneath the black fabric, before your focus was caught rather quickly by the shake and gyrate of his hips. It made you giggle under your breath, not wanting to alert of your presence just yet as you admired the side of Mitch Rapp that hardly anybody got to see - one filled with carelessness, joy and rhythm. 

You could see how they moved faster with the growing hum of his voice, a tune licking at his tongue as it slowly began to echo throughout the space. It was a tune you knew well - Mitch always listened to it, sang it, even built the limited skill set when away from the field to learn the basic chords on the guitar. It was a song that made you smile, and made him revell in the memories of his mother. Her soothing tone would lull him to sleep as a child, and he inherited it so beautifully when the words were sung into your hair and his arms secured tightly around your body.

He had switched out his dish cloth for a towel as hands dried your dinner plates with gentle movements, his voice growing louder as melody drifted toward you, “You say it best...hmm hmm hmm... when you say nothin’ at all.” 

You were lost. Entranced. Every small detail about this man is what made you adore him more and more with each passing second you spent with him. But it also made you miss his presence near tenfold when he was gone. A bittersweet concoction when you find yourself utterly and completely in love with another person.

It wasn’t meant to be so startling as you quietly stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed firmly against his back. Mitch only tensed for a mere half second from the additional body heat you provided, but it dissipated quickly, one of his hands reaching down to rub tenderly at your enclasped pair over his lower stomach. Your nose nuzzled into him, a humm eliciting now from within your throat.

“You have a lovely voice when you sing.” You said, Mitch’s arms erupting in goosebumps due to the dancing of your warm breath through the cotton of his shirt.

He grinned, heat crawling up to his cheeks as the man quickly became chuffed. Mitch spoke with slight humour, “Yeah? What about when I don’t sing?”

“My favourite sound, ties first place with your morning voice. Super sexy.” 

He definitely was glowing now; his nose burning with the pinch of a warm blush, ears not too far behind. You built his confidence back up after it was burnt horrifically to the ground - you showed love, and care, praise, compliments. Mitch Rapp had never felt so goddamn loved in his life, and it took him a while to accept that he deserved it. But you made him see that he did.

Mitch chuckled, his tongue darting out to lap at the slight dryness of his lips, “You’re super sexy.”

With a turn of your head, your smile pressed against his back before puckered lips kissed between his shoulder blades, “Only for you. All yours.”

Night Fever

Dylan O’Brien x Black Reader

Summary: Dancing the night away with your favorite person and being a tease while you’re at it

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, established relationship, smut: fingering, praise kink, voice kink, unprotected sex, light hair pulling, creampie  

Word Count: 2.3k

The cool nighttime breeze was welcome on your skin as your body swayed to the bass of the music filling the air, the hum of bodies around you making the space feel alive, vibrant. 

Condensation from the drink in your hand dripped down to your wrist but you didn’t mind, because the way a pair of hands gripped your waist was more than enough to keep your thoughts preoccupied on the man you were here with tonight, Dylan.

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Her Outfit {Dylan O'Brien}

Author's Notes: This fic was based on Dylan at the premiere for The Outfit. The suit, the stubble. Perfect! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Mentions of drinking, Smut*(established relationship, fingers, spanking, choking, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

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It was the premiere of The Outfit and Dylan was feeling good. His suit fit well, he was confident in his project and he had his beautiful woman by his side. He was ready to go and face the world.

Dylan stood at the bar during the cocktail hour after the premiere, a glass of white wine in his hand. He kept the conversation at hand, but his eyes wandered across the room towards his woman in her tight black dress. His eyes locked with her backside and he quickly excused himself to go put his hands on her.

"Hey, gorgeous." Dylan mumbled as he wrapped his free arm around her wait, hand pressed to her stomach.

"Hi, handsome." She hummed as she turned around in his grasp to place her hands on his chest.

"Do you need a drink or anything?" Dylan questioned as he sipped his own glass of wine and scanned her cleavage in her dress.

"I'm okay right now, baby. I'm a little tipsy." She smiled as she hooked her index finger beneath the collar of shirt button up, feeling his warm skin.

"I can tell. I see you shaking your hips over here. You wanna go soon?" Dylan mumbled as he kissed her forehead. His body screamed at him for the tender gesture, it wanted more. Her soft skin, tight black dress and exposed cleavage. She had been playing a coy game with him all night. He loved it, but he was ready to feel her shaking underneath him.

"I will follow you anywhere, Mister." She hummed as she draped her arms over his shoulders and swayed from side to side.

"Let's get you home, gorgeous." Dylan smiled as he gently pushed a hand into her curled hair, and guided her face to his for a gentle, suitable for public kiss.

"We have to give Zoey a kiss goodbye first." She pouted as she held the collar of his jacket.

"Okay. Let's go find Zoey, and say goodbye." Dylan laughed softly as he laced his fingers with hers and led her through the party to find his friend and co-star.

After they said goodbye to Zoey, Dylan took his girlfriend home in a cab. The two of them snuggled close in the back while they touched and whispered in one another's ear.

"You're so handsome, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her hands to his chest and nipped at his lips.

"You look like sex in this dress. I wanna eat you up." Dylan grunted as he pulled her hair and pushed a hand under her dress to feel her skin.

"Baby." She breathed out as Dylan trailed his lips over her throat, never pressing them to her skin like they both wanted. She moved her hands over his chest to grab hold of his collar, her knees falling apart slightly to let him know what she needed from him.

"I know, honey. I want you so bad it fucking hurts." Dylan growled in her ear as he fingertips ghosted over the damp spot of her panties. He pulled his hand out from under dress and pulled her knee over his lap.

The cab pulled up in front of the apartment, Dylan tossing a handful of cash through the front as he tugged her out of the car. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her inside.

"Finally. Let me get a good look at you." Dylan mumbled as he placed her on the floor of their bedroom. He looked her over from head to toe, his eyes taking greedy scans of her breasts and thighs.

"Touch me, Dylan." She pouted as she reached for him, tugging at his suit jacket.

"You look like sex. Sound like it, too." Dylan grinned as he grabbed her hips and pulled her close. He sealed his lips to her neck, sucking a bruise on her skin as he pushed the hem of her dress up around her hips.

"Take my panties off, Dylan." She whined as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then reached for the buttons of his shirt.

"You take them off. Get on the bed and spread your legs. " Dylan ordered as he groped her backside, sinking his teeth into her neck. His heart ached a little when she pulled away from him, but he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as she tugged her panties down her legs and flop to the bed with her knees wide.

"Sex. You're pure fucking sex." Dylan growled as he dropped to his knees in front of the bed and tugged her ankles over his shoulders, a delicate kiss on each.

"Dylan." She whimpered as she propped herself up on her forearms to look down at him as he kissed her legs, up to her thighs, his tongue swirling over her skin.

"Turn over, gorgeous. Let me see this ass." Dylan grunted with a nip to her thigh before he stood up between her legs. He unbuttoned his shirt while he turned over to her hands and knees, an arch in her back for him.

"Dylan!" She gasped as he swatted her backside with his open palm.

"Tell me something." Dylan mumbled as he covered her body with his, kissing the back of her neck.

"What, baby?" She hummed as she reached for his hair and tugged, her hips rolling around for friction against his slacks.

"Are you this worked up because of me? Or because you think Zoey is sexy? Dylan growled as he bit her shoulder and pushed himself against her from behind.

"You, Dylan. It's all for you." She moaned out as she rubbed herself against him, her necked rolling back onto his shoulder.

"Good. I know she's pretty, but you'll only get slutty for me. Isn't that right, honey?" Dylan grunted as he let her grind back against him.

"I love you, Dylan. Be whatever you want." She whispered as he ghosted his fingers over her throat, then pushed his hand inside her dress to grab her chest.

"I know, honey. I fucking love you. Can I fuck you up your pretty dress?" Dylan mumbled as she licked the back of her neck, thumbing her nipples inside of her dress.

"Yes, Dylan." She hissed as she dropped her chest down to the mattress and rubbed herself all over his slacks, desperate for him. He growled as he grabbed between her legs, cupping her heat to assert his dominance making her drool as she desperately tried to fill herself with his fingers to ease the ache.

"I know, honey. I know." Dylan cooed as he slipped two fingers inside of her while his other hand freed himself from the confines of his pants.

"I need more, baby." She sobbed out as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, lip between her teeth. She reached for his wrist as he worked his fingers in and out of her, and Dylan swore he fell in love all over again.

"Say it. Tell me what you need, my sweet girl." Dylan mumbled as he pulled his fingers through her slick folds, and lined himself up with her entrance from behind.

"Fill me up, Dylan. Please." She whispered with the sweetest sob as her eyes fluttered shut, Dylan wasn't sure he would last.

Dylan growled from the pit of his stomach as he eased inside of her, gasping at the way her walls gripped his length when he bottomed out. His girlfriend whimpered as she tried to tug her dress off, but he hands covered hers and stopped her.

"Leave it. It looks like fucking latex on your body. Makes me so hot for you, honey. You're so sexy." Dylan groaned as he ran his hands down her sides and watched how she bounced back onto him.

"DYLAN!" She gasped with a smile as he smacked her backside and tugged her hips closer, his pace increasing.

"I love you so fucking much. You make me so fucking hot, honey. Damn." Dylan growled as he held her hips tightly, and aimed for that spot relentlessly from behind.

"D - Dylannn." She shivered as she came around him unexpectedly, hands twisted into the sheets as he rolled his hips into her.

"So fucking pretty, honey." Dylan panted as he chased his own orgasm, his body covering his while he reached a hand for her neck and gently, so gently squeezed the sides of her neck. With a loud groan and a rut of his hips, he came inside of her.

He pulled out of her as gently as he could before he took hold of her hips and rolled them onto the bed. He unzipped her dress as she rested her head against his chest, his pants still around his ankles as he caught his breath.

"So, you liked my movie then?" Dylan smirked with an exhale after a few minutes of silence.

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ROUGH DAY | SAM TAYLOR (18+)

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DAY 7: ROUGH SEX

WARNINGS:

Rough Sex, Spanking, Praise and Hair Pulling.

work was rough that morning. building and shifting wood had worn out your husband as he practically limped through the hallway. he leaned against the door as he unlocked the front dirt to your newly built house, where you sat on the couch in the living room. you had been waiting all day for him to finish, working on a saturday wasn’t ideal for you both, but you needed the money somehow.

you stared at the door as you watched it swing open, sam's large frame filling up the arch as he strode through, standing above you. “hey, honey. how was-”

“bedroom. now.”

his voice struck loud and clear, demanding. you flushed as your body heated up, staring him up and down. you stood up as you stared each other down.

“did you not hear me the first time, sweetheart?” he glared. “bedroom. now!”

you leaped up the stairs heading into your shared room, perching yourself on the edge of the bed. he hummed, following behind you. his stomps bellowing on the croaky stairs. he purred, as he entered the room. taking off his signature red coat, draping it over his work chair, sweat covered undershirt following and his pants tripped of as he threw them aside.

you stared at his muscles as they glimmered in the sunset shining into the room. he looked down at you, running his rough digits across your cheek and jawline tenderly. his other hand came down pulling you up under the back of your leg as he flipped you over. forcing you flat on your stomach and lifting your ass in the air. he tugged your dress up over your hips and pulling your panties down letting them fall to your knees.

“hard day at work?” you stammered, but he could hear the sarcasm in your voice and the smirk that graced your lips, trying to keep the tension lighthearted. he shushed you, running his right palm over the lining over your spine his hands grabbing at your hips pulling you closer as his thumbs dug into your back.

“be a good girl for me.”

his hand lifted from your skin, smacking down on your ass, forcing a yelp from your lips. he smiled at your reaction as you bit your bottom lip, gasping at the pleasure. he massaged the flesh for a moment, soothing the tainted skin before slapping at it again. soon you felt the familiar feeling of his cock rubbing against you through his boxers as he ground onto your bare cunt.

he slowly peeled the garment off, pooling at his feet. before taking his cock in his hand and dragging it against your dripping pussy. “please, sam.” you begged. he leant forward, his cock teasing your hole before he reached out and pulled you up by your hair. he wasted no time, ignoring your cry of pleasure before shoving his cock deep inside of you.

you cried out at the sudden pleasure. his hips slapping against you as he plunged himself deeper and deeper, his thrusts growing rougher. you moaned loudly and he leaned forward over you, feeling the veins in his length glide through your walks. his hand rested beside your head. using his other hand to smooth down over your stomach feeling his bulge inside you before rubbing at your throbbing clit.

fucking you harder into the mattress, the headboard bagging against the wall and the weak wood groaning. he grunted and moaned, whispering filthy things under his breath. it didn’t take you long for your orgasm to creep up on you. he groaned your name out into your ear, as you came, sam still fucking you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck.”

he growled his grasp on your skin becoming looser, as he began to fall apart. he cried out as he came, feeling his cum fill you up. you gasped as you felt him tighten up. taking a moment for him you both to relax and let go. he dropped beside you, catching his breath. once again his affectionate nature shining through as he pulled you under his arm, closing his eyes.

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S’OKAY | COLIN (18+)

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DAY 6: SUBSPACE

WARNINGS:

Praise and Slight Cockwarming.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, SUB!SPACE

you and colin hadn’t had sex in a while. he’d been texting you nonstop asking to meet up, but you’d been avoiding him, making up appointments or that you were caught up in work. but really you were worried about him. well not him exactly but how you felt towards him. you were sort of on a friends with benefits basis. having sex when you both needed.

but he’d been staying a little longer each time, bringing you gifts, being gentler than usual, and even talking to you afterwards and cuddling instead of up and leaving. you’d been getting that feeling of safeness and vulnerability around him. that feeling where you’d just go non verbal but content and clingy. he was all you thought about and your body ached to have him back worth you again, you just weren’t sure if he wanted what you needed.

you’d finally texted him that night, just a quick ‘i’m free, come over? door’s unlocked.’ it hadn’t been long before you jumped from the couch as he stumbled in either. taking his shoulder bath of and slumping next to you on the couch. that feeling crept back again but sweeter this time. obviously you’d missed the feeling of him too.

he sat next to you, already his advances made clear that he missed you too as he pushed your hair behind your neck kissing and nipping at the newly revealed skin. your skin grew hot fast as you inches closer to him, climbing into his lap. he pulled away to stare up at you with his infamous smirk. you tried to speak, to let him know how you felt, but you couldn’t. instead your body shifted awkwardly on top of him. he looked at you closer, sensing your fidgeting.

“what’s wrong?”

he spoke gruffly. his voice triggered you. triggering that feeling inside you, that heat growing in the pit of your stomach. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t react. you leaned into him more. pushing him back as he slumped into the cushions, leering you seek out comfort. he could sense your timidness. he had a feeling and that he knew why you were steering clear of him.

he could see it when you were together. you needed him. you were always needy for him, but this was different. during sex you became more breathless, pulling him in closer to your body, deeper. afterwards you wouldn’t talk, still staying close to him and letting him completely take over. he liked it. liked having control.

“i think i know.”

you heard him again. his voice loud and clear as he pushed you up a little to look at him. holding your chin in his fingertips you whines at the loss of warmth from his body. he nodded as he started to speak again.

“it’s okay. i know how you feel. i wanna take care o’you baby, you should now this by now. hm?”

you nodded back at him again as he leaned in licking into your mouth as his lips pushed into yours. he rushed from there. his own neediness apparent as his cock strained in his sweatpants. you moaned at the feeling, standing up from him as you eagerly pulled down your underwear. he lifted up, pushing his sweats down slightly, his cock swiping free as he pulled your thighs back down on him.

he held his cock straight as you pushed down onto him, wasting no time as you ride him fast. he took hold of your face, intimately staring at your features as you whines and moaned in his grip. ushered praises falling from his lips, mixes of “my good little girl” and expletives roaming. his left hand left your face as he took a grip on your hair, pulling your head backwards as his other hand slid down the column of your throat.

his cold rings made your skin tingle as your cunt clenched around him. he began to fuck up into you fast. his tattooed thighs slapping against your ass. he pulled your head into his neck as you came around him. the hand in your hair smoothing down your spine and grabbing fistfuls of your ass, slapping it before he came. he held you close as you trembled into each other.

his cum seeping out of your slit at the amount he had. the air around you was hot as he pet you, groping you slightly still as he gushed and cooed at your whimpers. he shuffled a little laying you down on top of him and kicking his feet up as he waited for you to come back to him and out of your newly subby state.

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WAITING GAME | VOID!STILES (18+)

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DAY 2: SQUIRTING

WARNINGS:

Sex Toys, Bondage, Overstimulation, Edging, Spit Play, Begging, Mocking and Squirting.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

SLIGHT BLOODPLAY, DACRYPHILIA, DOM/SUB RELATIONSHIP.

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you lay cuffed to the metal headboard. legs bound to the poles at the bottom of the bed. worn and panting. you could feel his presence watching you just like your been doing so for hours now. the cuffs clanged as your limbs jumped in overstimulation. you still hadn’t cum yet and your nub was way too sensitive to take much more.

your knuckles had turned white and nail marks pushed into your palms as you felt his fingers push underneath yours, pulling your fingers up and guiding them to clench around the bars. a groan and a gasp could be heard around the room as your eyes darted to the hot sensation of his tongue lock-in up the blood in your palm as he groaned at the taste.

his footsteps eerily low as he moved down your body once again as his wet fingers trailed across your spread thighs. the room was dark anyway, not much to see even without the blindfold he’d slipped over your eyes as soon as you walked into his apartment. you couldn’t hear anything else for a few minutes, not even his breathing, only yours and your heart pounding in your chest from gasping for air.

tears stained upon your flushed cheeks, saliva from where he’d licked them up too. your forehead covered in a light sweat, you wondered if he’d left the room for a moment, giving you a break, maybe even fetching you the water that you’d begged for which he only spat in your mouth at your request. but soon the faint sound of buzzing from that dreadful toy he’d found started up again.

fresh tears lined your eye and your mouth opened only to squeak out a timid beg. “please…” you breathed into hot air. a rough hand held your thigh down again as a dip in the bed became present beneath you as he perched between your legs. a mocking snicker and a repeat or “please” was his only reply as he hummed an old song again.

he dragged the vibrator up from your knee circling it and teasing you again, hearing your whines of pleasure and cries of painful torture. he wanted you soaked. he wanted a puddle beneath you. he didn’t want your cum. he wanted you to squirt. the thing you felt most embarrassed to do. your hole clenched around nothing and you screamed as he finally pressed the tip of the toy against your clit hard.

it was overwhelming already pushing you towards the edge you’d been hoping for the last hour or so. his fingers ghosted of your dripping hole.

“your pussy’s crying out for me, baby. you want my fingers?”

he teased. you couldn’t speak, babbling out nonsense as your head nodded fast. your mind dizzy as he slipped them in. his fingers worked fast, curling upwards as your vision blacked and your body shook. a soundless scream forced its way out of your lungs and his grin grew proud and he turned the toy off pulling out his fingers to rub them on your clit slowly, helping you through your orgasm.

he knew you were okay, you might’ve blacked out for a minute or so, but he could still feel your heart pulsing in your chest. you’d be okay once he’d cleaned you up and gave you some of the water he’d gotten whilst you waited. but you’d finally done it. you squirted and the smug smirk on his face when you’d woken up caused you to smile just a little.

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