Blurb Idea - Mitch And Reader Have A Fight. Mitch Says Some Really Harsh Stuff And Reader Is Really Quiet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey."

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

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

"Sit down with me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mean since you’re asking……. 😈

Can we get some Dylan Halloween cuteness??

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

"You gotta sit still," You laughed lightly as you stared down at your boyfriend.

"I can't help it, it tickles," Dylan spoke with a light chuckle.

You shook your head and grabbed the eyeshadow palette and started darkening his mustache a little more, making it into the shape that you needed for his costume. The two of you were prepping for a Halloween party that one of your friends was throwing. Halloween was easily one of your favorite holidays, and dressing up was one of the activities you loved most.

Dylan's hands moved up along your waist as you stood between his legs at the kitchen table. A small smile spread across your face as you finished off.

"Done," You moved to set down the makeup brush, "Think you look sexy, baby."

Dylan stood and walked toward the mirror to see the work you'd done. There was a confidence that came over Dylan at times that was a little cocky. Normally, with other guys, it would be annoying. But on Dylan, it did nothing but turn you on. When he turned to you and that smirk turned up his lips, nearly instantly, your heart started racing.

He was a perfect Gomez Addams, especially after you used markup to darken his mustache and even add around his eyes. The Addams was the couple's costume you always wanted to do, but never had a partner to do with.

"Think the sexy one is you," Dylan slowly walked to you, his arm wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly to his chest.

He bent down and kissed you deeply, his hand moving down to caress your ass. You moaned softly against his lips and pulled on him tighter. When you pulled back away from him, you laughed at the red lipstick that had transferred to his lips.

"Let's get going before you have where we don't leave this house," You spoke as your thumb wiped away the lipstick.

"Yes, Mrs. Addams." He smirked, kissing you again, before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the car.

The entire time at the party Dylan couldn't keep his hands off of you. Always touch along your waist, and back, even a cheeky grab of your ass. Even when, at one point, Dylan was tipsy and his clingy handsy side came out a little more. His face moved to nuzzle into your neck, his lips pressing against your slightly warmed skin.

"Baby," You whispered softly, your hand moving to caress the back of his head, rubbing along his buzzed hair.

"Mmmm, taste so good," Dylan spoke with a slur to his voice. His face moved down to nuzzle into your chest. "Fuck, your tits look so good in this dress."

A soft giggle left your lips before he moved up and kissed you deeply again. His larger hand planning out over your side and his thumb reaching to rub along the side of your tit. You moaned softly against his lips as he pressed harder into you.

"Think it's time we head home, and have some of our own Halloween fun?"

Dylan smirked, his dark eyes shining with mischief before the two of you quickly left after saying goodbyes.

Never have I ever - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: @herscrunchiehairtie​

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Words: 4,7k+

Warnings: underage drinking, spicy questions, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight begging, swearing, overstimulation

Requested by @moumouton4​​: I have a request It’s a Stiles x fem!reader and the pack are having a party and they are playing a drinking game where they ask each other questions and people who have already done the thing have to drink, but as the game progresses the questions get more sexual “Who did it in a car? Who did it in high school? ) and Stiles and Y/n drink every time but no one knows they are together, and the suspicious ones ask more and more direct questions to make them confess

AN: This was so much fun to write! AAAAAH. Also I was struggling with myself, because I didn’t know if I should make it smutty or not, so I decided to go with that. I really hope you like it! :) 

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“Okay, never have I ever cheated on a test,” Lydia said and waited for everyone’s reaction. 

“C’mon, Lydia. That’s boring,” Malia groaned as she leaned back into her chair. 

“Well, I have never. So I don’t have to drink,” Lydia said proudly and told you to hurry up with a single hand motion. 

You couldn’t help but sigh as you reached for your glass and lifted it in the air. “Well…”

Everyone else reached for their glasses as well and all took a sip. They definitely hadn’t imagined these questions when Kira suggested playing Never Have I Ever.

The party at Lydia’s was in full swing after Mason had once again shown up with half the school, and so you had looked for a "quiet” corner outside in front of the pool under the canopy. Even Liam and Mason, who were actually now almost responsible for the party, had joined you. And of course Mason was the first one who thought that Kira’s suggestion was perfect and had started directly with a statement. But if the questions would remain so normal, you were sure that soon everybody would be very drunk. Well, everyone for whom alcohol at least had an effect.

“Okay, okay, how about this? Never have I ever made out in the janitor’s closet,” Malia said and looked at Lydia. Because it was clear to everyone that this time, our strawberry blonde friend had to drink. Lydia just rolled her eyes and drank without saying a word. Stiles also reached for his glass, followed by Scott and Kira. 

“Who the fuck did you make out with in the janitor’s closet?” asked Scott Stiles, before looking at Malia, who shook her head.

“Um…,” Stiles stammered, trying to come up with a lie that his best friend wouldn’t notice. “This isn’t truth or dare.”

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home (dylan o’brien x reader)

dylan’s been traveling for work and is finally home after several long month. you decide to surprise him at the airport. warnings: none  word count: 1.3k navigation a/n: um. yeah. brain vom. an anxiety induced blurb. enjoy. or don’t idc. also lol i’m dying this gif has no reason to be w this fic but I refuse to change it so.

You crack your neck, standing from your seat and taking another lap around the baggage claim. Your heart is racing, adrenaline coursing through your veins leaving you ready to bounce off the walls. It seems that you’re the only one anxiously waiting for someone, the few people lingering around suffering at the hands of the clock. It’s two in the morning, and usually that would make you a shell of a zombie. You’d be lying to say your eyelids weren’t heavy, your body aching for the comfort of your bed, but, it’s all overshadowed by the desperation to see him, to touch him, to smell him.

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What A Scary King

Summary : King Mitchell is known for being cold and distant. Some would even say scary. And if it seems like you're the only one saved from his temper, he knows how to prove the gossip wrong, even more when you ask him to be nice.

Pairing : King!Mitch Rapp x Royal Guard!Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, pet names, smut, degradation, power unbalance, mean mitch, creampie, titty worship, slight manhandling, overstimulation too if you squint, mitch being really rough on reader, kinda fluffy too in some places (i made the man a little sweet to balance it out :)).

A/N : second one for you birdie !! hope you enjoy :)

There she was, strutting down the hallway of the castle, looking as fresh as a morning flower and as joyous as the sun. She reminded of the sun, ironically, probably looking ten times brighter. She could light up a room with her smile making hearts melt was her specialty and she surprised more than one when meeting her.

That girl was you. You were the embodiment of the sun in this dull ancient castle.

In a place where power ruled over everything else, a constant fight to keep it or get it for ourselves as well as money and adoration from the people, you skipped freely, as if nothing truly bothered you. You were the only free in this fancy diamond cage. That was what had attracted Mitch’s attention first, how free you looked, happy and just bubbling in excitement at practically everything. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he found you annoying and excessive in your reactions at first. He would even say that you were actually too bright and it was painful for his eyes.

Mitch was completely opposite to you. Just like Edward Cullen, he looked like he was in pain at each interaction he was having. Visibly uncomfortable or just bored out of his mind, he just couldn’t help his incapacity to care. He looked just about perfect for the role too, messy hair and scowl who could make a war veteran cower. Was he doing it on purpose ? Yes, people wouldn’t approach him and would approach you directly.

The problem was that people were supposed to talk to him. He was the king and you were just his personal bodyguard.

You tried to help him put himself out there but King Mitchell was definitely not the easiest to deal with. He always found a way to get his way and that meant letting you blabber around with important people while he found a way to stand there and watch you or just disappear. And you couldn’t say or do much, because he was the boss. But you did speak, because that’s all you ever did, talk.

“Your Highness ! Your Highness, stop walking! Wait !”

He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, clearly amused by the situation, just like the rest of the staff watching it unfold. It wasn’t unusual but they had to act as if they weren’t seeing it. As usual, there you were, running after the King, trying to have the usual conversation.

You were still following him, this time through the hallways of his quarters, forbidden to most, except you. You lived there, and not with the other bodyguards, for a reason unknown to them and the rest of the staff.

He kept walking and you kept running, trying to catch up to him, which was lore difficult than it seemed. In your defense, the King had longer legs, and he had disappeared about five minutes before you noticed and started running after him.

“King Mitchell, stop ignoring me and stop walking too !” You huffed, sounding out of breath.

You were still running when you slammed violently against his back, the bastard had stopped now only and probably on purpose too. He was trying you, and succeeding too.

You let out a grunt of annoyance, breathing in slowly to catch your breath while he stood there, like a greek statue. The man turned around and smiled widely at the glare you threw his way.

“That’s not a way to look at you king, princess.” He said, tilting his head and grabbing your waist in his hands.

You looked around frantically, making sure that no one could see you before kicking him in the shin.

“Don’t say that ! If people hear you, they’re going to have my head on a platter.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. His hand came up to your face, holding it tenderly and in that moment, you slightly forgot the reason why you’d been running after him. Mitch was rarely as tender and soft with anyone, but you were the exception again. When he kissed your forehead then your eyelids, you wanted to melt in his arms.

“I’m the king. No one will have your head, ever.” His lips were soft on your skin, soften than they looked. And so were his hands, they felt like clouds. Maybe you were tired from running but you suddenly felt sleepy.

A sudden boost of energy ran through your entire body, waking you up and making you gasp loudly, you’d been played again. You groaned in frustration, kicking his shin again and earning a glare from him. You raised an accusing finger at him, your own glare making him lose his to a smile.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that ! You have an important meeting, your Highness ! Let’s go.” You snapped, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. It was strange for most to see this, because he was still the king, but he allowed himself to be pulled around like a petulant child.

Entering the conference room, you bowed politely, apologizing for the delay and announcing the king in. You watched him sit himself ay them head of the table after saluting the guests and ran to stand next to the other body guards.

You always loved to see him try and focus, even when he was visibly bored. He would always try his best when you asked and it did make you feel special. Deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man silently walking towards you until he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“You need to share your secrets on how to tame the King.”

You jumped, turning towards the man and recognizing him instantly. He was one of you friends from when you were still in training. Giggling to yourself, you turned towards him to discreetly whisper back.

“I wish I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to exclusively call myself the royal whisperer…”

You both laughed, beginning a conversation and reminiscing about the years you had shared at the academy. Most of it revolved around him talking about the things that hadn’t changed, from your constant smile to his own awesome jokes, you both complimented each other well. It reminded you of the duo you formed back then.

For the rest of the meeting, you both stayed close, discussing your lives and the projects you had, it felt refreshing. You completely forgot where you were and what you usually did during those boring meetings. You often found yourself saving Mitch by justifying his cold reactions or sarcastic answers, but today you were truly enjoying yourself. Now, you absence was noticed.

Maybe it was childish of him, he was the king after all. But that same position made it okay for him to do whatever he pleased. And it meant being an absolute ass the whole time. It usually took less for you to rush to his rescue but here, nothing. He couldn’t even feel your presence around him, and when he turned around, he figured out why.

Did he feel all soft inside seeing your bright face ? Yes. He hated those meetings as much as the next but seeing you around him, smiling bright made it better. Now, was he happy to see the guy with his hand on your arm, making you laugh ? Not so much. He knew you were bored and trying to entertain yourself, but that hand, he wanted it off.

Completely ignoring his guests, who seemed to let him do what he pleased, he turned fully towards you, watching you both talk about whatever. When your friend cut himself off mid sentence to turn towards the king who was purposefully glaring at him, you sigh internally.

“I see you both seem to be having a very interesting conversation. Would you care to share with the rest of us ?”

“I’m sorry your Highness, we we-“

“We were discussing her evolution in the ranks as a guard.”

Your head snapped towards the man next to you, looking at him with surprise. You expected him to hide behind you or stay silent but in contrary.

You watched your boss readjust himself in his seat, his interest clearly picked by the answer. Indeed, most would be scared to respond to him, or even just look at him, he wasn’t known for being the nicest or having the best patience.

“What about her evolution ?”

“It’s an example in the academy, you Highness. She represents a lot for us, like a goal to archive or someone to be inspired by. No one ever climbed so fast and stayed up this long. She’s always a fun topic to discuss with the other recruits, mostly since you personally appointed her when most of your advisers had doubted the decision.”

If they could see how hot your face was in that moment, they would laugh. You hated being the center of attention, or at least noticing the attention around you and currently it was all on you. You could see Mitch’s little grin, signaling that the answer had either genuinely amused him or pleased him. Whichever it was, it was clearly better than him glaring at your friend. That grin, only you noticed it, because to others it just looked a little scary and threatening, like he was plotting something dark and vicious.

You adverted your gaze to avoid his eyes on you, they always pulled the worst reactions at the worst moments and you hated being so exposed. He’d would argue that on many occasions you enjoying being exposed, even loving the idea of being caught in those moments. He was digging into your soul with those eyes and making sure that you couldn’t escape it.

For a few more seconds, said seconds feeling like minutes, both men stared at each other while you hid in yourself. Suddenly, Mitch audibly chuckled, stunning everyone in the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.

“I see you’re a good judge of character. She is one on the my greatest prides. Happy to know that her growth is admired by others as much as I admire it.” He declared, his eyes completely focused on you.

He turned back towards his associates, but not before sending you a subtle wink. You practically choked, scared by the blunt act in public. You fractionally looked around, lucky that most were smiling to themselves but none seemed to have noticed the king’s playful act.

~

For the minutes left to the meeting, you stood in semi silence, responding to your friends few jokes. You weren’t really focusing on anything other than Mitch and the way his deep voice resonated around the room. Commanding was his job but it didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all mushy inside when his voice cut through the room and brought out instant silence and obedience.

When it was over, everyone saluted each other, your friend giving you a short hug and telling you good luck with the scary king. You laughed before returning to Mitch who was glaring at him with that horrible smile once again. You watched everyone empty the room before it was your turn to leave. The walk to his quarters was silent but as soon as you both felt and seemed completely alone, you turned to face each other.

The grin on his face meant nothing good while the scowl on yours meant nothing good either. When you started hitting his arm, he started laughing, probably expecting this exact reaction from you.

“You absolute idiot ! Why do you do things like that !” You exclaimed, still hitting him.

Your arms were stopped by his firms hands and you were pushed again the nearest counter. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit you on it, keeping your thighs open to settle himself between them. His face found the crook of your neck and his nose dove in, rubbing against your collarbone and inhaling your scent.

He would always bath in your scent during meetings like these, you’d stay close and he would take deep breaths to smell you and feel the calmness exuding out you. You were his peace, his calmness, his control. He might’ve been the king but you called the shots and you probably had no idea. Whatever plan or idea you had for this country, you’d share in the middle of the night while he held you close to his chest, holding your naked body and massaging you to sleep. Whatever you said, he would listen and make a mental note in his head to make it happen.

His nose was replaced by his lips and his hands moved away from your waist to slide under your uniform shirt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and tight with his boa like grip. His free hand kept roaming, exploring your chest and grazing your under breasts.

This was his way of decompressing and the grunt coming out of his mouth and being muffled by your neck told you that it was time to do your part. You smiled, laying a hand on his back and raising it up softly to his nape. Your nails grazed the back of his neck before reaching the real point of relaxation he wanted you at. You felt him exhale in relief when your soft fingers started massaging his scalp.

The kisses against your skin that followed were all cut by his peaceful moans of pleasure and little groans of comfort.

“Fuck, I needed this…” He whispered, feeling his whole body lose strength. His grip on you even lessened, his body too relaxed to keep such a tight grip on you.

You stayed silent, rubbing all the tension and exhaustion away. These were your favorite moments with the King. He was always the best with you and you understand the risks of generosity and niceness coming from a king. You understood it all too well, but you couldn’t help the memories of the people thinking that he was scary or mean. Your Mitch, he was like a wolf, it took more than nice words and acts to have his trust and care, but once you received them, it was all he gave you.

You took your hand out of his hair to hold his face and pull it away from you to look into his eyes. There he was, tired but loving and gentle. You could feel it in the smile he gave you, this goofy smile only you could see, the kind that ripped away all the layers of royal etiquette he had to hide under to protect himself and the people he loved, you included.

“Why can’t you be nice and sweet with everyone, just like you are right now with me…?” You asked with a pout.

He grabbed your wrists and tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused.

“What do you mean ?”

“Everyone keeps asking me how I manage to work for you when you’re so ‘mean' and ‘scary’ ! I don’t do shit ! You’re just really nice to me and mean to others sometimes !”

While you seemed genuinely upset, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, because his ball of sunshine was slightly pissed and he was, maybe, responsible for it. That did things to him that shouldn’t happen in a normal body and he wasn’t going to deny any of them. The bulge growing under his slacks, he wasn’t going to hide it either.

“They think I’m mean and scary huh ?”

“Yeah ! And you are ! You put my friend on the spot less than half an hour ago and I’m sure it’s because I was talking to him and not standing next to you !”

He chuckled, you were nice but not stupid. And he was basically an open book to you, the king for children with more images than words and all that. Looking at you with lustful eyes that you hadn’t even noticed, he pushed himself even closer to you, letting it be known that he had specific intentions at the moment.

“But what about you Sweetheart…” He leaned into you, letting his lips ghost over yours and his tongue lick the upper one, tempting himself to push it into your mouth and swallow your taste fully. “Have I been mean and scary to you ?”

You knew what he was doing and it was working. With his lips right there, taunting you to lean in and receive the kiss you desperately wanted. You could feel the air around you both, warm and filled with the silent burning desire you both shared for the other.

Placing your palms on his chest, your mind told you to push him away, to stand your ground and make it clear that he was in trouble. Your heart and your pussy, on the other hand, were holding a complete different speech, completely forgetting about the issue at hand and ready to expose themselves and show him the exact ways you were ready to please him.

His bulge against your warm mound, pressing softly and letting you get used to the pulsating member. You kept in each and every sound threatening to come out of that pretty little throat at each little jump of his cock again you. You could feel his aroused and he could feel your rapid heartbeat through you cunt.

“Come on, Sweets… I asked you a question…” He whispered, rubbing his nose against your cheek and down your neck. With his hands roaming free and making you jolt each time he’d touch a piece of bare skin, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking clearly.

In one last moment of sanity, you managed to push out a singular word.

“Y-Yes…”

You could feel his smile again your skin, devilish and preparing countless nasty things to do to you. You yelped when in one rough move, he thrusted his hips forward and fucked your clothed core. One movement wasn’t enough for the king who kept grinding into your cunt, letting you drip through your clothes and soak yourself wet of arousal. With your slick dripped every smart and rational thought, your clenching cunt begging to drip all that sweet sweet sweet wetness all over his large mushrooms tip and all over his thick shaft. Grinding on you wasn’t enough, he knew it, and as a King, he was to serve his people, you first.

When his hands reached for your face, holding it tenderly and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you finally let yourself sink and allowed him to play with you however he wanted. You would’ve failed convincing him to be nice anyways, why bother ?

“Aww Sweetheart, I’m so sorry… You’ve been needing me nice and sweet huh ? That means I haven’t pampered you in a while. We need to fix that, don’t we ?”

~

One thing about King Mitch, is that when he put his mind to it, he could be as sweet as candy, and just as addictive. But when it came to you, it was instinctive, no need to be convinced, it was in his blood and soul. You owned him in a way that made it impossible for him to even think of letting you lift a finger.

He loved taking care of you and that meant that every chance you gave him, he would use to the max.

You should’ve seen it coming, it was practically written in his eyes that he would milk the opportunity dry and use your own words against you. You should’ve seen it and felt it too, and you had. Blinded by the warmth of his cock pressing against you, that was enough of a sign.

“Come on Sunshine… Don’t be so silent…" He mused, pressing his open mouth against your ear.

The king was never too fond of jokes but clearly he was in a humoristic mood.

The moment his earlier words came out, you were stuck, victim to his eyes, hands and tongue. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything that would follow. Quite literally ripping your uniform off of you, he took your com and signaled for no guard to contact you for the following hours before crushing it under his feet. He’d make sure to get you nice and loud and that, he was the only one allowed to hear it.

Describing him as eager would be a euphemism. His lips had found the very weakest parts of you in seconds, sucking and biting on your sweet flesh and leaving behind trails of teeth marks. His grip on your trembling body was unforgiving, pressing you to him with the might of a man ready to encrust his soul in the heart of the woman he loved. How romantic.

Mitch was firm, his touch rough, but never beyond measure. When his fingers slid in you, parting you open while his free arm stayed wrapped around your waist, your first reaction was to squirm away. His touch was always so overwhelming, your instinct feared your own reactions. But his weight pressed you into the mattress, keeping you still while making you take in and accept every sensation. You’d be taking much more soon anyways.

With his fat cock pushed deep inside your clenching channel, you could only mewl in pleasure while he kept you sat still on top of him. His firm hands maintained you in place as his hips rolled under you. Your frail body was left void of strength at each wave of arousal, your will to gain control over yourself long gone.

You reached for his hands wrapped around your hips and leaned into his chest, letting go of the idea of defense. You were surrendering, your core was doing the thinking for you and so was your heart. You were a sucker for pleasure, even more when it was given by him so softly.

Your heavy breathing slowed down but still audible for the man who’s lips dipped down your neck and started nipping at your skin tenderly. His fingers kept working on you, massaging your tender flesh to relieve all that stress you carried around. What a good girl you were, protecting him without asking anything in return. You deserved that relaxing moment.

“M-Mitch… Mitch, Please….” You pleaded, biting your lip to cover a loud moan when his cock jolted inside you.

The king stayed silent, unable to hear you over the loud screech of his own pleasure demons. Every part of him was craving you, craving a taste of you, craving to devour you whole while you surrendered to him. With your pussy wrapped as nicely as ever around his pulsating girth, his thoughts were clouded by more than thousand ways to ravish you. The sweet innocent sunshine who couldn’t help but make friends with every stranger she crossed.

You called him mean and scary, and the sly demon on his shoulder was tempting him to show you exactly how scary you could get. God, he knew you’d love that, to be turned inside out and filled to the brim, leaking cum at each and every step you took. He could picture it and the vision was nothing but sin wrapped in perfection. The desire to mark you as off limits to the rest of the world in the most primal of ways gad been burning inside him for as long as he’d known you. Could you blame him ? The thought of corrupting you, turning you into a beacon in his sea of darkness was what plagued his dreams day and night.

His warm palms reached up to your breasts, cupping them roughly, he pushed you further into his chest. He leaned down, biting your neck and grinned at the new mark his teeth had left on your flesh. Thumbs twirling around your erected nipples, pointing hard towards the source of their pleasure, the movement of his hips under you left you weak and begging for more.

“You pleaded for me to be nice and sweet, princess… You wanted that… I promise you, that fat cock that you love so much is as nice and sweet as it gets… Tell me you feel that sunshine… Feel how much your pussy’s taking… How well she’s taking it too, Fuck, that pretty pussy’s being so good…”

You felt yourself fall forward and lean on your hands to kept yourself up. Your thighs parted wider around his, letting him watch as your cunt spread open to take more of his thickness in. Poor brainless thing you were, fucking yourself on top of him while he leaned back onto the pillows and you move.

He detached his hands off of your waist to caress your back and calm down your shakiness. Your hesitant movement started to find their rhythm and that was when he pinned you to his chest again, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the bed. He moved your legs to have you spread perfectly in front of your own reflection.

He could see it all, the way his balls twitched, begging to enter you too, his cock large and greedy, pushing into the deepest crevices of your being and your folds welcoming him with the nice, slick shine of your juices. If he could have this picture painted and exposed in his office and every place he was at, he would, but no one would ever see you like this other than him. Not while he was alive and while you still accepted him as the only one worthy of loving you.

“Look at that pretty pussy, begging to be fucked like she deserves… Bet that brain of yours isn’t functioning anymore, is it ? You know what you have to do to get the relief you want. You gotta let me hear it, Sunshine.” He leaned against your ear and bit on the cartilage softly. “Let me hear how much you like it when I’m treating everyone like shit. You love it even more when it’s you… When your pussy’s getting abused and filled as if it was your only job to take my cock."

The arousal you felt at his words was like no other, impossible to even speak on out of pure shame. He was right, you were a desperate cockslut who enjoyed seeing him treat the world like a dirty paper towel ready to be discarded. You knew it made you wet each and every time, no matter where you were and so did he. You think he couldn’t see you ? The way you’d bite your lip and clench your thighs together, hoping for the sweet slick pooling out of your pussy to not drench your pants too much. He knew your routine better than you did and his body could practically feel you react to his rudeness.

The beauty loved the beast and she loved getting filled while he treated her like the rest, if not worse. His sharp words cut through you like knives and let you bleed out while he used your body for his pleasure and enjoyment. Cum dripping down your legs, he’d have you crying and apologizing for complaining when you both knew that was what got you off.

A tiny scream escaped you when you tried to sooth your poor aching mound by rubbing your clit but were quickly stopped by his long fingers grabbing yours. You deserved the smack he laid on your pussy and you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying out for mercy.

“P-Please ! Please your highness ! I’m sorry ! Please, make me feel…. M-Make me feel good ! Please ! Please, King Mitchell, fuck me !”

Like a symphony coming straight from the heavens, your pleas flew around the king’s head, filling it up and taking over the restraint he’d managed to show until now.

Rubbing your swollen folds with his long fingers, he reached up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his for a passionate, mind numbing kiss. His tongue sliding over your own, he was suffocating you from the insides and getting a taste while he was at it. Running a hand up your back, he grabbed a large piece of your hair to pull on them and give him more access to you.

The sounds of your moans were muffled by his groans and the movement of his tongue but nothing could compete with your cries of pleasure. That was the true prize, seeing tears drench your soft cheeks and warm your face while you tried to keep yourself from going crazy. That was what the King would call a success.

Suddenly raising himself and kneeling on the mattress, he threw you forward, forcing you on all forth. You turned towards him hesitantly and cried out once more when you felt his thick shaft slide out of you. If you could see yourself and the state of your pussy in that moment. Slick was coating your folds and dripping down your thighs. Reaching two fingers to gather some, he licked his digits while stocking his fat girth in his fist.

His eyes stayed on your reflection on the mirror, making sure that you knew he was preparing himself to ruin you. Clearly it was working, the man could see your pussy clench around nothing at each breath you took. What a spectacle.

You needed him inside you again, god, you would die if he didn’t fuck you soon. The vision of his member out, leaking precum drops everywhere but inside you drove you insane. Your mouth was salivating at the images, your body acting on its own and pushing you to slowly push your cunt in the direction of his bulbous tip. He was quick to stop you with a loud smack on your ass which only made it worse for you.

“You’ll get stuffed when I decide it, don’t be greedy and stay still.” You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back, warning you to try it again.

When you felt his palm on your back, and the other on your ass cheek, you sigh in relief. He leaned down to kiss your spine like he always did, as a sign of reminder that he still loved you as tenderly as a cloud could love and that if it was too much, you could call out for him and he’s stop.

“I love you Sunshine, remember that okay ? Don’t hesitate if you can’t take it.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the wave of softness melt your insides. Before you could recompose yourself, your ass was parted open, showing him the perfect view of your two holes gaping in obscene desperation. Even your body was betraying you and exposing ho much you needed cock to be happy.

Lining himself with your pussy, your face fell in the pile of sheets, biting them hard and gripping on the fabric with everything she had. The man was still torturing you, smearing precum all over your folds and letting it cover you properly.

“M-Mitch… Mitch please… A-Ah ! I-I need… I n-need… Need you to… f-fuck t me… Please !” You moaned, begging for the real deal and only getting a smile from him in return.

Pushing his mushroom shaped tip inside you slowly, he watched your face change into a pleasure dilled expression. His smile grew before he pulled out once more, enjoying your loud moan of disapproval. Before you could complain more, you were being impaled on every single inch of cock he had to give. Buried to the hilt, you was ready to bust, feeling your folds tremble on his heavy, cum filled sack.

“That pussy’s to die for… Fuck, look how nice and tight she’s squeezing me…”

Staying still for a few seconds, he backed up, sliding out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing himself deep again. He wanted you on the brink of madness and clearly, he was doing a good job. You could feel all of it, the pulsating veins adorning his long, thick shaft and the large tip that crowned it all.

The motion that had started slow, quickly picked up, his cock going back and forth inside you and expanding your wall to be molded around his girth and making sure that your pussy would take him and only him. He would carve his thickness in your soft walls and fully make you his, just like he was yours.

Gone were the tender hands, replaced by rough fingers gripping on your flesh and pulling you apart. With his nails grazing your skin and his digits pushing into you, your entire body burnt, the fire running through him flowing through you and leaving blazing marks on your sensitive skin. He was handling your body like a child would handle a toy, turning it inside out, exploring it and treating it exactly like it was, disposable.

These were the moments you loved but were too ashamed to claim, you loved him and when he treated you like a disobedient whore. Your pussy was his and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t creaming all over his cock at the thought of him disrespecting you more.

The loud sounds of skin slapping resonated in the room, topped by your obscene moans and his own grunts of pleasure. Each thrust was followed by the sounds of pleasure he tried to cover to hear you better. Yours were the only ones that mattered to him, fueling his ego as well as his heart. He could get enough of this, of you. From your whimpers to your depraved screams, he wanted it all, drinking them in with greed and begging for more.

“M-Mitch ! G-Good, feels… Feels so g-good ! F-Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Please, gimme more ! Need more, Please !”

“Look at you… Need more already ? Pretty pussy’s doin’ all the thinking for you huh ? Brainless slut, just like I like it…” He grinned, sliding a hand over your stomach to press it and feel his own tip through your skin.

The feeling and violence with witch he was plowing into your cervix was deadly, but when he flipped you around, making you face him while he parted you open and fucked you deeper was what broke you. Loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room and probably all around the quarters. It was probably for the best if these were forbidden to everyone but you two, probably for a good reason too.

His eyes never left you, fully focused on the mess he had turned you into. He was mesmerized by the view you were giving him, hid veiny cock going in and out of you, parting your sweet cunt open and dripping himself in your wetness to come out glistening in your juices. He could cum gallons from the memories of this alone, his balls so tight and full of cum, it became unbearable to feel them slap against your folds in the most obscene string of sounds possible. You greedy minx, you were swallowing all he had to give and more, exactly like he wanted. All of him was yours to take and possess. If you knew exactly how much you owned him, you would be surprised, he knew it, but he wanted you to know.

There was nothing more powerful than having a king surrender to you out of love and pure adoration. When many tried to force him on his knees, he willingly kneeled to you. And obviously, he would use his entire being to worship you.

Gaining a little bit of control over yourself, you observed his face, contorted in pleasure and trying to maintain himself focused to not cum. You knew that look, he had it every morning when you’d wake up to him relieving himself on you, during the day when you would be kneeling under his desk while he was taking some of the most important calls of his life, and at night when he was punishing you or rewarding you for your actions of the day. This was the look he had only for you, no one else.

The size of your heart doubled while your pussy tightened around him, holding his length tightly in your warmth and drowning him in your wetness. Raising yourself on your elbows, you felt a wave of confidence rush through you and take control of your body.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders and surprising the king who’s movements slowed but never lost in power. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling him with you and smiling while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kept him close to your chest, your breasts pressed against him while your mouth pressed his ear.

Fuck, you were killing him.

When he heard your difficult breath in his ear, from so close, he knew he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to control himself or stay focused on pleasuring you. He needed to cum, needed to let that thick creamy load fill you up and coat your walls all over. He needed to feel the warmth of him cum in every corner of your sweet pussy and needed to see it drip down your inner thighs at each of your step. He needed the image of your beautiful face while you tried not to moans when a droplet of cum would slide down and remind you of how much spend was left in you, he needed all of this to survive and the selfish, mean and scary king he was known to be would take exactly that mercilessly.

Sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, he grabbed handfuls of your flesh and held a tight grip on you, even tighter than before. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not when the large mushrooms tip adorning his veiny cock was pushing deep into your sweet spot and pulling the most beautiful screams out of you. If this was how he was going deaf, he would accept his judgement gladly, it would all be worth it.

You nails dug into the skin of his back, deeper and deeper, in sync with your cries of pleasure. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and drool was dripping down your chin. You looked messier each passing second and that pushed him over the edge.

His face rubbed into your neck, inhaling your hypnotizing scent and biting little parcels of flesh on his way. He took a look at his pulsating girth going in and out of you before looking back up at you and closing his eyes tightly. His own lips got closer to your ear, breathing into yours while you moaned into his.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re doing so good Sunshine, keep going… Good girl, keep taking it, take all of me, deep, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted, biting on your earlobe while his hands slid down to your parted thighs to hold them in place.

His sack slapped louder and louder against your folds, the sensation making your clit throb and your heart race. One of your hands let go of his back to cover your mound and play with yourself, bringing you closer to your end after hours of torture and obedience. Your cunt was sucking him dry, pumping and pumping for that load.

“Mitch ! Mitch, Mitch, o-oh fuck ! Needa cum ! Please l-lemme cum ! Need that load, all inside me ! Please Mitch ! Needa be full ! Please, fuck ! Oh, please ! Please, please, please, please ! Oh God, fuck, cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming !”

Biting your lip in a panic, you disregarded the little drops of blood on your flesh and let yourself sink in the pleasure. Your sweet cum exploded, flowing all over you both and drowning you in more pleasure than you could take. Your clit was left worn out and sensitive to any kind of touch, it even coming from the air around the room. Your body had collapsed in exhaustion, trying to call yourself down, when you felt his thick cum shoot out inside your tight heat.

He couldn’t help it, you looked so fucked out and messy all over. He had turned you unto that messy princess, his and his fat cock that you just couldn’t help beg for until you got it. He didn’t want to pull out but when he did, the view of both your cum mixed together dripping down your pussy was worth all of it. His cock was hard again instantly when he saw the mess.

You both stayed silent, panting and trying to catch your breath. Mitch reached to detach your arms from him and raised himself above you to watch fully. He grinned as he dipped down again to kiss your neck, should and bust. He left a trail behind him, one that made you squeak and whimper a little louder as he got close to your tits again.

His cock was playing with your folds, pushing his length between them and rubbing his seed all over you.

“Sorry Sunshine… I know you want to rest baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you Sunshine…” His words sounded like honey, sweet and hiding a swarm of bees. He wanted more, you knew it. You should’ve known better than to taunt him with that last thing you did. His lips kissed your nipple and sucked it in while the other was being played with by your free hand. “I just need… You to let me truly pamper you sweetheart. I need to show you how nice I can be to you Sunshine…”

His kisses descending towards your stomach made it more difficult to resist his words. Yes, a mean and scary king he was. Even scarier when he was sweet.

Role Play

pairing: Dylan O'brien x Fem!reader

summary: Dylan is filming for American assassin usually his characters didn't have an affect on you, but this time its a different story.

warning: lots of sexual tension, bad language, overly horny Y/N, smut, oral, fingering, choking, tying up, language. [18+]

(Gif credit to owner, found on google)

You and Dylan have been dating for 6 years now, he worked a lot but that really didn’t bother you as you were usually hired on set with him as you were a makeup artist.

Rarely did you ever accept a job away from Dylan, he enjoyed having you around too much. Stealing kisses and touches from you when no one was looking, pulling you behind the props of the project he was working on for a heated make out session.

You love working close to him, you didn’t necessarily spend every waking moment with one another but the fact you could watch him act from the sidelines was your favorite thing. He was talented, so talented you sometimes forgot he was Dylan.

Dylan you're loving and doting boyfriend not Stiles Stilinski or Thomas. Usually, his character never had an effect on you, that was until he signed onto American assassin.

Originally you weren’t going to take the job as your sister had begged you to visit her in Florida but when you heard Dylan going over his lines and planning out his gym days, you couldn’t say no.

So being one of the makeup artists on this job was a lot harder than previous jobs, you were constantly sweaty and turned on. Excusing yourself a lot more than usual, even Dylan had noticed the lack of your presents. He even asked one of the girls to check on you, which was rather embarrassing.

It didn’t take long for Dylan to catch on to what was wrong, especially when he came waltzing over to you with no shirt on. He had just finished the bathroom scene, his skin glistening with water from the pool.

He noticed the way your eyes zoned in on his arms, the pink staining your cheeks and the once honey brown pupils as dark as his recently dyed hair. He could tell you were turned on, thinking back to all the times you would disappear only made him smirk more. Had you been playing with yourself?

“Hey baby” he mumbled into your ear as his fingers danced up and around your neck, gripping the back of your head a little rougher than usual.

Your breath was caught in your throat when you felt his lips press open mouth kisses to your jaw until he enveloped your lips with his, this was different. It was hungry and rough, only causing yourself to grow even wetter.

“Dylan people can see us” you whispered, pulling away from his hold to check around you. No one was looking though, everyone very much focused on their job. “I have a job to do baby” you chuckled, walking away from him and over to the makeup area.

Your eyes lingered on each other for a moment longer through the mirror, you dropped your eyes to move around pieces on the table but he kept his on yours, you knew he knew. That familiar smirk and tense shoulders were a tell tale sign he knew you were turned on.

You knew it would be killing him to keep working when all he wanted to do was bend you over the couch in his trailer. But never less he turned back to set and continued filming.

The both of you shared looks for the rest of the day, your eyes on his arms. Watching the veins bulge each time he would do a fight scene, your pussy ached so much you contemplated rubbing one out in the bathroom.

But you knew he’d be watching and he’d realized what you’d done as soon as you left the bathroom, Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over in bliss, he wouldn’t be happy. He much preferred getting you off then you having to do it yourself.

You physically had to rip your eyes away from him to do your job properly, before you knew it Dylan was taking a seat in your chair. Giving you a soft smile as you grabbed his kit and started to work on his face, your hands shaking slightly as you felt his eyes on you.

Your breath once again was stuck in your throat as you tried to ignore his eyes on you, dabbing the fake blood on his lips. His hand found its way under your blouse resting softly on the skin of your hip, you jump slightly at contact and sent him a warning glare.

“Dylan, you're going to make me mess up your makeup” You warned him, you continued to dab the sponge across his cheek bone and over his eyebrow. You could feel his warm breath on your jaw as you leaned in closer. “You can always fix it” He jokes, puckering his lips at you.

Though you shook your head and pulled away from him, his hand dropping to the arm rests of the chair. Your eyes falling to the veins that littered his skin, gulping down the whimper that threatened to leave your lips you spun around to grab more product.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, watching you move around different products but never meet his eyes. The deep red was stained on your cheeks again, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you gnawed on the skin. “Don’t do that” He states, pushing himself to stand.

He’s behind you in seconds, both of his arms around your body and hands pressed into the vanity table. Your eyes drop to his veins once more and quickly back up to meet his eyes in the mirror, he nods towards your lip that was between your teeth.

You drop it from your teeth and stare at him, your chest feels heavy and the room feels hot. “Dylan back on set!” the director calls out; he’s pulling away from you instantly and rubbing the small of your back before making his way back to the cameras.

You're once again excusing yourself, standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to steady your breathing. Your panties were drenched and the once fuzzy feeling in your stomach began to ache, your shoulders were tight and your legs shook with each step you took.

“Y/N” his voice startles you and you jump so high you hit your shoulder on the hand dryer. “Shit!” You yelp out, cradling your shoulder as you stare at your boyfriend who definitely shouldn’t be in here.

“What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?” You question, dropping your shoulder you begin walking over to him. His eyes are dark and lips turned up into a smirk, his hands reach out to grab you before you can usher him out the door. “Baby tell me what’s gotten you so worked up” He smirks.

“Wha-at?” You stutter, he spins you so your back is pressed to his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his fingers run down the length of your body, stopping just above the waist band of your shorts. “What’s got you so wet” his words cause goosebumps to raise on your skin.

His mouth pressed against your ear, biting softly on your earlobe as his fingers draw circles on your lower stomach. You're clenching your stomach muscles so hard to stop yourself from moaning out from his touch. “I’m not” You respond, lies all lies.

Your so wet your uncomfortable, wanting to rid yourself of your clothes already. “So, you're saying if I put my hands down your pants it’ll be dry?” He questions, his fingers already unbuttoning your shorts. The words don’t seem to form in your mouth though, so your left speechless. Mouth open as his fingers dip low into your pants.

Breath hitching when his fingers touch your soaking folds, a low throaty moan leaves his throat and vibrates against your neck as he bites down on your skin. Your just about ready to combust when he pulls his hand out, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking your arousal of him.

You have seen him do that a million times, but not when he looks like that. Not when he’s dressed in a tight black shirt, scruffy beard and long hair. Your knees feel as though they might buckle under you when he meets your eyes. “Touch yourself in here and you will be punished” he states, exiting the bathroom before you can say anything back.

You want to cuss, shout or punch something. Your so turned on your brain feels like jelly, your skin feels hot to touch. You're unsure how you finished the day without dragging Dylan into the trailer, you both didn’t even get to eat lunch together today. The last thing he had said to you today was not to touch yourself.

So, when the set shut down and everyone made their way out of the building, you hurried to find Dylan both of you packing the car with your bags you needed for that day. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and opened your side of the door, the drive to the hotel was quiet but nice.

The elevator ride was slow and you bounced on the ball of your feet anxious to get inside, once Dylan had locked the door you expected him to go straight to the bed and lie down. Like he usually did, he would run his hands across his face and make you cuddle with him.

Except the second the door closed behind him, he was gripping you by the waist and throwing you against the wall. Your eyes wide as he stared down at you with lust, his mouth on you in seconds. His lips were greedy, rushed, needing to taste you on his tongue.

His grip on your waist tight as though he might lose you if he let go, your hands are in his hair pulling at the roots of his messy hair. “Tell me what got you so worked up today” He practically begs, praying to himself that it was in fact him that had riled you up and not someone else.

“You” is all you can say, the blush creeping onto the apples of your cheeks as you look away embarrassed. He grips your jaw making you look him in the eyes. “What about me?” he needs clarification, deep down he knows why your so turned on. But he doesn’t want to be full of himself.

“Your character, oh gosh it's so embarrassing. You playing mitch, it’s so fucking hot” You mumble, you want to pull away and hide your face from him but his grip on your jaw is tight and he’s watching you with such awe.

He’s gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and attacking your lips once more. Much more needy this time, his tongue assaults yours for dominance and his fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs. “You want me to act as him?” He questions, your heart drops to your throat. He has never been shy about role play, but you however had been.

“Please” You beg, the word feels foreign. As though you were already playing a character, his face etched with a scowl. The same scowl that had you soaking through your panties 6 hours ago. “What do you want me to do?” He questions, he needs confirmation. He doesn’t want to do something you're not comfortable with.

“Anything please... just touch me” You whine, his mouth is on your neck in seconds. Leaving behind harsh purple love bites as he tries to kiss every inch of your skin. He grabs the hem of your blouse and pulls it over your head, eyes on your breasts that spill out of the silly little bra you wore.

“Such a silly bra” He comments, leaning down to kiss the swell of your breasts. Reaching around the unclip the material, your own hands coming up to pull it down and off your body. His mouth enveloping your nipple into his mouth, warm tongue lapping at the pebbled bud. “Shit... Dylan uh” your head drops back onto the wall as you try to expose more of yourself to him, wanting to feel his tongue on every inch of your body.

He pulls away from the wall and brings you over to the bed, dropping your body onto the mattress and crawling between your open legs to hover over you. “Tie me up” it comes out as a whisper and Dylan has to pull away from your breasts to look at you as he’s not sure if he was hearing things. “Tie me up Dylan” you say much louder this time.

He thinks he might cum right now but he’s pulling away and searching for his belt, bringing it back over to your half naked body. “Are you sure?” He questions, his fingers dancing up the length of your exposed thigh. “Yes, tie me up and do what Mitch would do”.

He is sure he has died and gone to heaven; he can’t believe the words coming from your mouth right now. But he has to play it cool, he grabs a hold of your wrists and loops his belt around them. Giving it a soft tug before pulling your arms up and over your head, the feeling of being bound has your pussy dripping.

“Do something” You beg when all he does is stare at your face, he gives a short nod leaning down to press his hungry lips to yours once more. His hands roam your body until he locks around your neck, giving it a soft squeeze. You let out a strangled moan at the sensation he’s causing.

“F-Fuck baby, you're going to be the death of me” He growls against your mouth, he begins to pull you up with him. Your so focused on his hand around your throat you don’t feel his fingers inside your panties until he presses on your pulsing clit, a loud cry leaves your lips and your hips jut up for more. “Please... please more” you breath out.

His fingers dip to part your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers ass he teases your opening and back up to your clit. As though he realizes you might explode, he pulls away from your neck and rips your shorts and panties down your legs.

The cool breeze from the aircon hits your hot skin but not for long as Dylan is between your thighs, gripping the back of them roughly as he bites down on your inner thigh. Teasing you just a little bit before he runs his tongue between your folds, the taste of your sweet arousal on his tongue has him grinding into the bed for some release.

“Sh-Shit Dylan... I-I holy shit” you moan out, you're grinding your pussy into his face now. The feeling of his scruffy beard rubs against you and it’s driving you wild. You need more, you want him to hurt you.

“Dylan... Baby...Rougher, I need you to make it hurt” You cried out.

Like he knew exactly what you needed his tongue lapped at you rougher, his beard rubbing you in ways you never thought would have you toppling over the edge. It hurt, it hurt so bad you could feel your orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

Your skin felt hot to touch as you desperately tried to hold onto something but the restraints of your wrists made it difficult, that familiar tingle started from your toes as you curled them against the mattress. It made its way up to your head until you were screaming out in pleasure, Dylan's hand coming up to press to your mouth, only now remembering you were in a hotel.

“Shhh.... baby you have to try to be quiet” He hushes, his lips shining with your arousal which only had you begging for more. He wastes no time and crawls back up your body to smash your lips together, you could taste yourself on his tongue and it was fucking magnificent.

Suddenly his arm was snaking around your back and he pulled you from the bed only to turn you around so your chest hit the mattress, pulling your hair into a makeshift pony pulling your face away from the bed.

You sat on your knees and elbows, ass high in the air. His fist clenched around your hair as he teased your entrance with his throbbing cock, suddenly his other hand was coming down to slap your ass. The echoe vibrated through your ears as you moaned out in pleasurable pain, you found yourself mumbling 'more' into the air.

Wanting to feel his rough hands slap you until your ass was painted red, until you couldn’t sit for weeks because it stung so bad. “hmmm...what was that?” He questions you, leaning over your body to whisper in your ear.

The tip of his cock just barely pushing into you. “Again... please again”.

He slaps you again and again until your body shakes under him and he can’t hold back from pounding into you, his cock spreading you open and filling you up. You felt full, the fullest you’ve felt in a long time. You're sure you can feel him in your stomach but your unable to reach down to feel.

The grip on your hair tightened as he began to rock his hips into you, faster and rougher each time. “Shit... look at you, taking me so well” Dylan moans out, your able to turn your head slightly and signal for him. He pulls you up and connects your lips, you struggle slightly at not being able to move your hands.

Dylan notices your struggle and holds you around the waist, keeping his rhythm as he fucks up in to you while simultaneously devours your mouth with his. Your body felt as though it was shaking, the feeling of his tip hitting that familiar velvety soft spot deep inside of you.

Your tits bounced with each thrust; your cries of his name echoed throughout the hotel room. Dylan’s hands leaving your hair to wrap around your throat again. “I need... I need more” You cried out.

Without thought Dylan pushed you back down onto the bed, his arms reaching over to undo the belt that held your wrists only to pull them behind your back the second they were free. Gripping them harshly as he spread your legs wider with his knees. The sound of your skins slapping together had the both of you moaning incoherent words.

His hips roll accelerated at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, your pussy juices dripping between the both of you. Neither of you could say a word now, the only noise coming from your moans and harsh breath, that familiar feeling from before began to knot in your lower stomach.

You were clenching around him trying to hold on for a little longer but the feeling of his hand slapping your ass once more had you cumming all over him, the sound of your cry of pleasure pushed Dylan over the edge. He too began to cum, so deep inside of you that you could feel him pulsing inside your stomach.

He was leaning over you now, his chest to your back as he breathed hard. Leaving soft pecks to your shoulder blades as the both of you came down from your high. The feeling of him pulling out had you wincing from sensitivity, you dropped to your stomach with a huff.

“So, you like me with a beard?” He questions, lying down beside you looking worn out and pleased. His hair was a mess but it only caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy again.

“I love you anyway you want to look, but the beard... the hair and the muscles.... Baby you may as well kill me now” You chuckles, leaning over to kiss him softly. His eyes where back to the whiskey brown and his usual perky smile on his lips.

“I didn’t think my characters could ever rile you up that much”

“Mitch Rapp is a different story”

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