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slut4thebroken · 1 year

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Russian Roulette

Pairing | Mitch Rapp x reader

Summary | Assassin!reader won’t talk. mitch knows just what to do to fix that Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, gun play, fear play, degradation, cnc (barely), breeding, face fucking, crying, edging, light praise, choking, brat taming, deep throating, Words | 8k Notes | Here it is folks! The long awaited russian roulette fic😌 I do plan to edit this again and republish it in the future but I’m happy with it for now. Enjoy!! (p.s. I’m more likely to post stuff that isn’t completely perfect in my eyes (even tho it’s literally still good lmao) if I have positive reinforcement😭 just an fyi if y’all want more💀) Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

It was supposed to be a simple mission. One you’ve done hundreds of times by now.

Seduce the target, then kill the target.

Every mission, your boss gives you a name, picture, location, and time. That’s how you found yourself at a hotel bar, wearing a skimpy dress and strappy heels, waiting for Mitch Rapp.

You’re excited for this one. Usually the men are either old perverts or young, inexperienced, and cocky. But every once in a while there'd be a man who’d challenge you. A man who made the game exciting. And Mitch seems like that kind of man.

You sipped your drink and looked around the bar. Finally you saw him walk in. He went to the opposite side of the bar and ordered a drink. When he looked up, he caught your eyes. You didn’t look away and just gave him a small smile. His face was emotionless but you didn’t let that deter you. You leaned forward with your elbows on the bar, pushing your breasts together, and watched as his eyes followed the movement. When his drink was set in front of him, he grabbed it then started walking toward you, making you laugh internally. Men are so easy.

“Hi.” You said, setting your drink down after he sat next to you.

“Hi.” His voice definitely matches his face.

“I’m Evelyn.” You lied.

“Dylan.” He lied as well. Your targets were rarely smart enough to use a fake name, usually too focused on your tits and the promise of a good fuck instead.

“Do you live around here?” You asked, twirling a piece of hair around your finger.

“No. I’m here on business.” He took a sip of his drink and looked you up and down, this time spending more time on your legs.

“Oh me too. Well, business and then a little vacation time before I have to go back.” Which was another lie. You never stay anywhere right after a mission. “Although I do have time for some fun before I have to work.” You gave him a small smirk and crossed your legs, making your dress ride up your thigh.

“Oh yeah? How much time?”

“Probably a couple hours. My boss is flexible.” Lie. He hates when you’re late. But you’re horny and, target or not, there’s a hot man in front of you. He can wait a little longer than planned.

“What do you say, Dylan? Wanna keep me company for a few hours?” You set your hand on his thigh lightly. When you started sliding it up, he grabbed your wrist, his fingers completely encircling it. Probably to keep you from finding a concealed weapon.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” He said lowly.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” You bit your lip, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “C’mon, let’s have some fun.” You leaned your face closer to his and felt his grip on your wrist tighten.

“I promise I’ll be a good girl.” You whispered, breath fanning against his lips. His eyes roamed your face for a few seconds before suddenly using his grip to pull you from your seat, over to the elevator. You’re thankful your purse was already on your shoulder because you definitely wouldn’t have remembered to grab it… And you definitely need it to finish the mission. Not that you can’t kill someone without a gun, it’s just easier.

You entered the elevator and he pushed the button for his floor. When the doors closed he slammed your back against the wall and pressed his lips to yours, making you moan in surprise. His hands gripped your waist tightly and yours went to his hair. He kissed you passionately, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. When he rolled his hips into you, you pulled back with a gasp. He was quick to move to your neck, pressing kisses and leaving hickeys along the sides. You moaned again and his hand snaked down your leg then up your dress on the outside of your thigh.

“Oh my god!”

You both pulled away quickly. An older lady stood outside the elevator with her mouth open in shock. You hadn’t even heard the elevator ding. Mitch checked the floor number then swiftly exited, pulling you behind him.

“Sorry.” You gave the lady a sheepish smile as you walked past her. You entered his room quickly and he slammed you against the wall again. When his lips met yours, you started trying to push his jacket off his shoulders. He obliged then pulled back to take his shirt off.

You were too horny to think about what the proper reply should be when someone has scars like this. Maybe that’s what gave you away.

He pulled your purse off your shoulder and threw it on the dresser next to you. You internally cringed when it landed with a really loud thump, seeing as your phone and gun are both in it.

He kissed you again and started sliding both of his hands up the outside of your thighs, this time making sure to pull your dress up. He placed his leg between yours and you stifled a moan. When he bit your lip, you gave in, starting to grind on his thigh. His hands reached your hips and he gripped them tightly, forcing you to continue rocking against him.

Mitch moved to your neck again, leaving more hickeys and occasionally biting the sensitive skin. He reached your collar bones and continued down your chest but pulled back when he reached your dress. He looked at you with dark eyes then placed his hand on your neck. You gasped and started rutting against him harder.

He leaned his head down next to yours, putting his mouth by your ear, then whispered, “Who are you?”

“W-what?” You didn’t register the question, still focusing on grinding against him. He leaned back to look at you and tightened his hand on your neck, making you release a choked moan.

“Who the fuck are you?” Your hips stuttered to a stop. Shit. They never figure it out until there’s a gun to their head. Maybe he means something else. “Who do you work for?” He said, harsher this time.

Okay so he definitely doesn’t mean something else. Fuck. He slammed your head against the wall and you winced.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. Dylan, you’re scaring me.” You said quietly.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” He growled. He tightened his grip, and even pushed on your windpipe, making you claw at his hand, trying to remove it.

“You’re hurting me.” You whimpered, feeling tears pool in your eyes from the lack of oxygen. “Dylan, please.” You gasped, letting the tears fall- all of it adding to your performance. His grip loosened and your chest heaved, trying to take in as much air as possible. Finally you caught your breath and then made your move- it’s too risky to stay in this position when you don’t know what he’s capable of.

You punched him in the nose and he stumbled back, clearly surprised. You ran the couple of steps to reach for your purse but were yanked back by your hair until you landed on the ground in front of him, his gun aimed at your head.

“Who are you?” He asked again, his voice harsher now.

There are three ways you can play this. Accept your fate, continue with the act and hope you fool him, or fight and finish the assignment. In reality, there was only one option because of your ego.

“Honestly I’m surprised you figured it out so soon. Most of them don’t until they’re already dead.” You smirked, looking up at him. “Although the few that do figure it out usually are smart enough to try and get their dick wet before doing anything.” His face remained emotionless and it only spurred you on.

“What gave me away?” You started taking off your heels, preparing for a fight or a quick escape. “C’mon Mitch,” You continued when he didn’t reply, “I gotta know how to improve for my next job.”

“Who are you?” You kept looking up at him and moved onto your knees, not giving him an answer. Suddenly, his gun hit your temple, the force making you fall onto your hip. You brought your hand up to feel the injury, no blood at least but it’ll definitely bruise.

“Fucking, dick! What was that for?”

“It’s going to get a whole lot worse for you if you don’t start answering my questions.”

“What are you gonna do? Shoot me?” He cocked the gun and held it closer to your head making you chuckle. “You won’t do that.”

“Why’s that?” He deadpanned.

“Because your dick’s still hard.” You whispered, placing a hand on his bulge, waiting for him to remove it. He looked you up and down and you could only imagine what you look like right now. Because based on what you can feel, your dress is dangerously low on your chest and high on your thighs, and not to mention the number of hickeys you probably have. He put his gun in the waistband of his pants behind him and you smirked triumphantly.

Mitch crouched in front of you and you tried to plan how you could grab either his gun off him or your own. One hand fisted your hair and roughly pulled your head back, making you gasp.

“I’m going to ask you again. And I’m going to keep asking and hurting you more and more until you finally tell me.”

“Who are you?” You kept your mouth shut and stared at him. He removed his hand from your hair to land a swift punch on your cheek before grabbing it again. The dull throbbing hurt like hell but you kept your poker face.

“Who do you work for?” When you didn’t answer, he punched you twice this time. You could taste the blood in your mouth and you debated spitting it in his face.

“You’re wasting your time. You might as well just kill me.” You wiped off some blood you felt dripping on the corner of your mouth. “I’ve been trained to endure every type of torture in the book.” He examined you again but this time you grew nervous under his gaze. Finally he hummed and stood up.

“You’re right. I’m going about this all wrong.”

“What?” You barely got the word out before he grabbed your hair again, lifting you off the floor and throwing you onto the bed. “What the hell are you doing??” You scrambled backwards to the head of the bed when he started moving toward you.

“Luckiky for you, I know a type of torture that’s not in the book. Take your dress off.”

“W- no!” He sighed and got on the bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you until you laid on your back. Mitch grabbed the hem of your dress and ripped it in half easily. You wanted to be angry with him so badly… but the horny part of your brain is outweighing any logic right now.

He pulled the shreds of fabric off your body until you were left in just underwear- foregoing a bra earlier because of the dress’s low back.

Mitch straddled your hips and placed a hand on your neck, leaning down so his nose brushed yours. You closed your eyes, waiting, but you only felt his breath fan against your lips as he chuckled.

“You’re lucky I don’t just kill you right now.” He rasped. His hand moved up to grip your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. “What do you say when I’m being so generous?”

Fuck you. Is what you wanted to say.

“Thank you…” You muttered, looking at the wall next to you. You assumed Mitch was satisfied because he released your face and sat up. He dragged his nails down your ribs and you hissed at the sting. Finally he reached your underwear.

“Such a fucking slut.” He mumbled under his breath and you bit your tongue. “No bra and this pathetic excuse for underwear? Baby, you’re just asking for it aren’t you?” He cooed. You wanted to beat the patronizing tone right out of him, but you couldn’t help the reaction you actually had. He smirked when he noticed you clenching your thighs together beneath him.

Mitch grabbed your underwear and ripped it in half, a lot easier than your dress. He removed the fabric and you started squirming under him. His hands held your hips still and his thumb brushed across your mound, teasing you. You bucked your hips and whined.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did you want something?” You glared at him and his smirk returned.

“You know, if you don’t know how to please a woman you can just say that. You don’t have to drag it out and stall.” His smirk immediately turned into a scowl and he raised his hand to hit you again but froze when he heard an unfamiliar phone go off. He got off you and you started to sit up but he grabbed his gun, pointing it at you.

“Stay.”

You rolled your eyes at the command. He grabbed your purse from the dresser and walked back over to the bed, gun still aimed at you.

“That’s my boss probably wondering where I am.” You said when the ringing stopped.

“I thought you said he’s flexible.”

“I lied.”

The ringing started again and he pulled the phone out of your purse. He looked at the unknown number then to you.

“You’re going to answer and you’re going to lie. Otherwise it’s a bullet in your head. Understand?” You nodded and he answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

“What’s taking so long?” He snapped.

“I’m just wrapping up. I’ll be in tomorrow instead of tonight… This guy was a lot more trained than you said.”

“You better not have slept with him again-“

“That literally happened one time and I still finished the assignment. How many more times are you going to bring it up?” You asked, very annoyed and wanting to get back to Mitch. Speaking of him, you looked up at him and saw his eyebrows were raised. You just rolled your eyes and flipped him off.

“Don’t be late.” The call abruptly ended and you found yourself wondering why you had covered for him. You’re not afraid to die… but it was almost instinctual to lie to your boss and that scared you. Because if Mitch had the power to make you do that… what else could he make you do?

You cleared your throat and looked up at him. He tossed your phone on the floor then continued digging through your purse. He pulled out your revolver and smirked.

“Cute.”

“Yeah I bet you’ll think it’s really cute when one of those bullets goes through dick-“

“Watch your fucking mouth. That’s your final warning.”

“Or what?” You challenged him. He set your gun on the bed behind him and kneeled over your hips again.

“Open.” You kept your mouth shut as tight as possible and he sighed. Mitch grabbed your cheeks and forced your jaw down then slid his gun into your mouth. You gagged at the taste and tried to get away from it but he was practically holding your head down. When you gagged again, this time it was because he shoved it further into your mouth. You felt tears well up in your eyes, then fall down your temples.

“Poor baby, crying over a few inches. How do you think you’re going to take my cock if you can’t even take this, hm?” You attempted to whine around the gun but it just sounded like a garbled moan. Mitch fucked his gun in and out of your mouth slowly and you continued to squirm under him.

“Careful, baby. One wrong move and I could accidentally pull the trigger. We don’t want that now do we?” You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, your body going stiff.

“There you go.” He purred. You continued gagging and crying, just wanting to be done with this part already.

“Take it.” He uttered softly. After a few more long seconds he removed it, a trail of saliva connecting the barrel and your lips. You coughed and tried to catch your breath, then looked up at him through your lashes, your lips were slightly parted as you panted.

He reached up and placed a hand on your cheek. You tried not to read into it when you leaned your head against his palm. His thumb wiped the remainder of your tears, then moved down to trace your lips. He just barely put his thumb in your mouth when you closed your lips around it and sucked lightly. You swirled your tongue around his finger, then opened your lips slightly. He removed his thumb, dragging your bottom lip down on the way out.

Your thighs were squeezed together and you bucked your hips before you could stop yourself. He chuckled and removed his hand from your face, groping your breasts instead. You gasped when he pinched your nipples and then winced when he tugged even harder.

“Ow.” You mumbled. He ignored you and did it again. “You know, you don’t have to be so rough with it. It feels perfectly fine when you do it lighter.”

“Oh I know. But here’s the thing,” He leaned down in front of your face, “I’m not trying to make you feel good, and I especially don’t care if it feels good or not.” He glanced at your lips, then leaned back up.

“I’m going to keep hurting you. And if your slutty little head can’t tell the difference, that’s not my fault.” He shrugged and you pouted.

“There’s not even a small part of you that wants to make me feel good?” You looked up at him through your lashes. His hands grabbed your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on your stomach.

“You know, usually when someone tries to kill me… that’s not a very good incentive for me to pleasure them.” You just rolled your eyes.

“But I understand why you’re confused, baby.” His tone was dripping with condescension. “Because we both know you’re not leaving here alive and yet, I’d bet you’re all too willing and eager to please me.” You scoffed and he raised his eyebrows, as if to say am I wrong?

“Tough luck.” You snickered, feeling his grip tighten on your waist. “I’m a pillow princess. So I’m perfectly content right here.” You smirked and tilted your head slightly from its place on the pillows, as if to give him a physical example of just how content you are. He gripped your neck in one hand, the other holding himself up on the bed next to your shoulder while he leaned over you.

“That may be true, but even as a pillow princess I can tell you’d do just about anything for some praise.” You felt your cheeks heat up at that. There’s no way you’re this easy to read…?

“Please.” You scoffed. “I wasn’t loved enough by my daddy and now I’ll do anything a man asks in bed? Is that it?” You said sarcastically.

“No I don’t think it’s that.” Mitch tilted his head, studying you. “I think, being a female assassin, you rarely get the recognition and praise that you deserve. So you crave it in other forms.” You swallowed, your neck moving under his palm.

“What is this, a fucking therapy session?” You spat, growing uncomfortable under his gaze.

“No.” He smirked. “I’m just having some fun by getting under your skin.”

“Or are you just stalling cause you’ve never been with a woman before?” You flashed an innocent smile as his hand tightened on your neck. “Or is it that you can’t get it up? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Mitch. Impotence isn’t uncommon.” You feigned seriousness, almost laughing at his expression.

Eventually though, he just chuckled darkly and your stomach dropped a little. He grabbed your ripped underwear and shoved it in your mouth. You looked at him with wide eyes, but before you could do anything, his hand was leaving your neck and sliding down your stomach. He reached your leg and traced over your hip bone, not going down any farther. You tried to spread your legs under him but you barely moved.

Mitch leaned up then settled between your legs on his knees. He grabbed your hips roughly and dragged his nails down your thighs, touching you just about everywhere except where you actually wanted him to.

You whined, squirming and opening your legs wider. Finally, his fingers ghosted over your clit, making you instantly buck your hips into his hand. To retaliate, he slapped your clit, hard, and shot you a warning look. You choked on a gasp at the sting but it faded quickly.

His fingers lightly dragged down your clit to your folds, then back up to start again. You were just about to rip the underwear from your mouth and tell him to hurry up when a finger entered you. You let out a muffled moan and closed your eyes, tilting your head back. He curled his finger inside you over and over again until you were bucking your hips against his hand. He inserted another finger and you let out another relieved moan.

This continued for a few minutes until you felt yourself nearing the edge. His palm pressed down against your clit, adding even more stimulation. Your hips were rocking against his hand and your eyes closed as you were about to come. He pulled his hand away suddenly, making you whine loudly.

“Ready for some torture?” Mitch smirked and you pouted around the makeshift gag. His fingers entered you, picking up where they left off. You fisted the sheets in both hands and arched your back slightly as you got close again. He stopped and you cried out as you came down from the edge for a second time.

“You gonna answer me now?” He looked at you with a dark glint in his eyes. He wasn’t really asking since he didn’t remove the gag to let you speak. “That’s fine. I have all night.” He curled his fingers inside of you and picked up the speed, making you release a muffled moan. He edged you a few more times- after the fourth time you started losing count- and you were so desperate that you were on the verge of tears.

You tried talking around the underwear in your mouth but it just came out as incoherent, muffled sounds. He removed it and you didn’t waste a second before begging.

“Please- I want…” You cut off with a sharp inhale when a third finger entered you, “I want to come. Please make me come.” He was silent for a moment and then he removed his fingers, sucking your arousal off of them quickly.

“How about this?” He picked up your gun and took out the bullets, leaving one in, and then spun the cylinder. “I’m going to shoot this four times,” he leaned over on his elbow, aiming the gun at your temple, “and if you’re still alive by the end of it, then you can come.” You choked on a gasp and his fingers brushed your entrance again.

“If you’re not alive by the end of it…” He leaned down so his nose almost brushed yours, “Well, I’m still going to fuck you.” He whispered with a dark look in his eyes that made you shiver. He inserted his fingers again and you whimpered at the intrusion.

“Ready?” He smirked, cocking the gun. You shook your head and furrowed your brows.

“N-no, I don’t-“ You flinched when he pulled the trigger, the click deafening right next to your ear because of the sudden fear you got hit with. You shuddered and squeezed your eyes shut.

“One.” He rasped. You whimpered and shook your head more.

“M-Mitch, I-I don’t wanna…” You gasped out.

“Why not, baby?” He worked his fingers inside you faster now. “I thought you wanted to come?” And the thing is… you do. You want to come so fucking badly. The gun aimed at your head is only adding to the growing knot of arousal in your stomach. But you watched him load the gun. And you have every reason to believe that he truly doesn’t care whether he fucks you before or after he kills you. While the thought makes you clench around his fingers, you’d rather be alive for that.

“Just three more, princess. I know you can take it. You wanna come right?” The saccharinity in his voice was quickly taking down all of your defenses. You nodded hesitantly, still shaking out of fear and arousal. He pulled the trigger again, the sound making you release a choked sob.

“Two more.” You felt tears welling in your eyes quickly. You’ve dabbled with fear play as a kink in the past, but it was never anything like this. He inserted a fourth finger and you whimpered at the stretch, but didn’t tell him to stop.

“You deserve this, princess.” His fingers contrasted the gentleness in his tone. “Maybe I should just fire all six rounds.” You moaned through a cry, feeling too overwhelmed emotionally and physically. “Cause we both know your holes are all you’re good for. At least when you’re dead you won’t be able to talk.” He fired the third shot and you felt the tears start to fall.

“Poor thing. Are you scared?” He cooed softly and you nodded with a whimper. “Little girls like you shouldn’t be carrying weapons around. It makes it too easy for just anyone to turn the tables and have you at the other end.” The way he reprimanded you was infantilizing. And you hated the fact that you don’t hate it…

“I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered, not sure what else to say.

“You’re so fucking pathetic. Look at you, humping my hand.” You didn’t even realize you were doing that. “Even with a gun to your head you’re still only thinking with your cunt. That’s why you’re a shitty assassin.” He whispered the last part bitterly.

“Dumb little whores like you aren’t cut out for this, you know why? Because you’d rather fuck your target than finish the assignment.” He ground the palm of his hand down hard on your clit, making you moan. “Say it, princess. Say ‘I’m a dumb whore who only thinks with my cunt.’” You whined loudly in protest, but he pressed the gun hard into your temple, reminding you of your position right now.

“I-“ You cut off with a choked sob, “I’m a…” You squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed.

“Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes and look at me.” You complied. “There you go. Now keep looking at me and say it. Don’t make me tell you again or one more shot will turn into two.”

“I’m a- a dumb whore who only thinks with my- with my cunt.” You whispered and Mitch looked satisfied.

“You ready to come?” You whimpered and nodded eagerly, thinking he’d let you come before firing the last shot. “Then just one more, baby.” Your stomach dropped and you felt the fear come back, full force. The coil in your stomach was about as tight as it could get and you tried to come before he could have a chance to fire another round, but your body would not obey you.

“Ready?” You choked on a sob and shook your head. “Oh come on, don’t be such a little bitch about it. Do you want to come or not?”

“Yes!” You cried.

“Then beg.” He said and you paused.

“W-what?”

“Beg me to shoot you so you can finally come, humping my hand like a fucking bitch in heat.” He growled, his fingers somehow going faster. You stared at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

“Go on, baby.”

“Please…” You mumbled.

“Remember what I said would happen if I had to tell you again?” You swallowed, giving him a small nod.

“Please s-shoot me…” You whimpered, eyeing the gun. He raised his eyebrows so you continued, “so you can finally make me come.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, grinding his palm harder against your clit, bringing you impossibly closer to the edge. He fired the gun and you froze, then let out a heavy breath.

“Can- can I come now please?” You all but sobbed in relief.

“Go ahead, princess. Keep humping my hand just like that… good girl. Grind on it, baby. Make yourself cum.” He set the gun on the bed then wrapped his hand around your throat, pressing on the sides hard enough to make you light headed. You gripped his bicep and squeezed your eyes shut. Finally the knot inside you snapped and your back arched as your head tilted back, pushing your throat into his hand. Your other hand reached up to grab the wrist of the hand on your neck. You didn’t try to pull him away, you just needed something to ground yourself.

As you came down from your orgasm, your body sagged into the bed. Your eyes were closed as you panted, trying to catch your breath. He pulled his fingers from you then took his ring and pinky fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at the taste. He placed his pointer and middle fingers in your already open mouth and you moaned, leaning forward to take them deeper.

“Who do you work for?” He asked softly, removing his fingers and using his other hand to cup your cheek. The tenderness of his touch and his voice distracted you from the weight of the question.

“Piece of shit.” You mumbled sleepily, leaning into his hand. “Hate him.” You sighed and closed your eyes that were growing heavier the longer you tried to keep them open.

“Why does he want me dead?” He brushed his thumb against your cheek, his other hand moving some hair behind your ear.

“You’re being so sweet. Dunno why anyone would want that.” You pouted, opening your eyes to look at him. He gave you a soft smile, but his eyes showed his confusion. “I didn’t wanna kill you. Dunno why… just had a feeling I guess.” You returned his smile then closed your eyes again.

“I’m not done with you yet, princess. Don’t go falling asleep on me now.” He chuckled, his breath fanning against your lips. “Remember what I said? I’m fucking you whether you’re alive or not.”

“Alive doesn’t mean conscious.” You smiled mischievously, not opening your eyes.

“Alright then. If you don’t want to be conscious when I fuck your face and then your cunt, then by all means. Go ahead and sleep. Makes no difference to me.” You could practically hear his smirk, and yet… you still took the bait. You opened your eyes and glared at him.

“Fine. I guess I’ll be conscious.” You huffed dramatically, rolling your eyes. You did your best to suppress a giggle.

“I’m honored.” His faux seriousness is what made you break out into a fit of laughter. He didn’t really laugh with you, but he smiled so you counted that as a win.

“Alright get it over with.” You settled into your spot on the bed and opened your mouth with a glint in your eyes.

“You’re such a pillow princess.” He muttered, shaking his head with an amused smile.

“Hey! Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. I’m proud to be a pillow princess.” You grinned and he just scoffed.

“Yeah, okay.” He laid down on the spot next to you, one hand resting on his stomach and the other behind his head. “Sorry, princess but you’re gonna have to do some of the work. I’ve been on top the whole time.”

“So what I’m hearing is… you want to bottom? I mean I’m down for that but I don’t think we have the right materials, unless you’re hiding a strap somewhere.” You smirked, sitting up.

“Cute. Remember what happened last time you didn’t watch your mouth?” You flushed at the memory.

“How are you gonna fuck my face if you gag me with my underwear again?”

“I’m really starting to reconsider accepting your decision to stay conscious.” You gaped at him.

“You wound me, Mitch.” You put a hand over your heart dramatically.

“I’m going to wound you if you don’t hurry up.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You know, you telling me to hurry up makes me want to do the opposite.” You crossed your arms and he huffed.

“You’re a brat too. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Yeah actually. It usually goes hand in hand with the whole pillow princess thing.” You condescended him and he raised his eyebrows.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes then looked up at you through his lashes. “Please suck my cock, baby. You wanna make me feel good right? Wanna prove that you really are a good girl? Cause I’m aching for you, princess. I know you can make me feel so fucking good.” He all but whined and you faltered. That was not what you were expecting at all. You figured you’d get another sarcastic reply, not- not that. You settled between his legs on your knees.

“I want to state for the record that I am doing this because I want to, not because you told me to.” You started unbuttoning his pants and you glanced up when he didn’t reply. He had a satisfied smirk on his stupid, pretty face. You just glared at him and kept working on taking his pants off. When you removed his black briefs you were mesmerized as his cock slapped against his stomach, big and red and did you mention he was big??

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I would but you threw my phone somewhere so…” You reached out to touch him but he grabbed your wrist.

“Take them off all the way.” You huffed but did what he said then reached for him again, he didn’t stop you this time. It looked even bigger in your hand and you could see the vein on the bottom and the precum surfacing at the tip. You leaned down and licked the clear bead, moaning at the taste and then laying down on your stomach between his legs.

You looked up at him and god what a sight. The veins in his arm behind his head are bulging and you could see the veins in the hand resting on his stomach. His pupils were blown wide and he had a light blush on his face.

“C’mon, princess. We don’t have all night.” You ignored him and continued trailing your gaze over his body. You wanted to kiss all of the moles littering his face. Your hand reached up and you brushed your fingers down his happy trail until you reached the base of his cock. You grasped it and looked up at him before starting to move your hand.

His eyes fluttering was the only indication that he even felt anything, so you decided to do more. You put the tip in your mouth and lightly sucked and then swirled your tongue around it, your hand still pumping him. He muttered a ‘fuck’ and you wanted more.

You took him deeper into your mouth, until your lips met your hand, then went back up, still keeping your mouth on him. You looked up at him and when you met his eyes he groaned. He tangled a hand in your hair but didn’t push you yet.

“That’s it. Fuck- good girl. No hands, baby. Just your mouth.” You removed your hand and continued bobbing your head up and down his length. He started taking control, moving you further down each time. When you gagged and tried to pull back is when he lost all control.

His other hand joined your hair and he didn’t even move your head. He just held you still and bucked up into your mouth at a punishing pace. Each time he thrusted in, you were nearly all the way down, but not fully. His thrusting came to an abrupt stop when he buried his cock as far as your throat would allow.

“Fuck- Relax your throat, princess. C’mon, take me all the way in.” You did your best to relax and he pushed inside until you gagged around him and tried moving off him. His grip didn’t loosen and you clawed at his thighs, feeling your airways start to burn from lack of oxygen. When he finally let you pull back, you took a huge breath in and coughed. Mitch was stroking your hair and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“Ready for more?” You glanced at his cock again and nodded, licking your lips. He eased your mouth back over him and started with slow thrusts. He moved your head up and down his length, the slow place allowing you to concentrate on breathing and not gagging.

“You’re just the perfect little fuck toy for my cock, aren’t you?” You moaned around him and he started to speed up. “Just a fleshlight for me to use however I want. Fuck- you were made for this.” He grunted. His hips started to meet your mouth every time he pushed you down.

“Fuck- take it, princess.” He groaned when you choked around him. He held you down until your lips were at the base of his cock, paying no mind to your struggling. Your hands gripped his thighs again, nails digging into the skin. Even though he was holding you flush against his hips, he was still thrusting into your mouth slightly.

Finally he released you, a trail of spit connecting your lips and his cock. One of his hands fell to his side, the other brushing the tears of your face.

“Come here.” He muttered, pulling your body up his. He kissed you slowly, nails dragging down your back, making you groan. He rolled both of you over until he was on top of you, never breaking the kiss.

“I’m gonna fuck you now.” He rasped. You nodded your head, eager for him to start. “Condom?” He took his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against your opening and your clit.

“Don’t have one. I’m on the pill though.” You breathed, bucking your hips into him. He connected his lips to yours again, this time faster and more eager. He pressed the tip against your opening, pushing in the tiniest amount. When he finally breached your walls you gasped. Obviously you knew he was big… but it’s a whole other story when he’s actually inside you.

He slowly slid his length into you, your legs being pushed up to his hips the closer he got. When his hips were flush against yours, your chest started heaving as you tried to relax around him.

“Fuck,” You whimpered, grabbing his bicep in one hand and the sheets in the other, “oh my god. You’re so fucking big.” You gasped out. He furrowed his brows and opened his mouth in a silent moan. Mitch grabbed your thigh and pushed it up higher, the new angle making you whimper.

“Oh fuck- your little cunt is so tight around me.” He groaned, finally starting to pull back slowly. He dragged his length out of you until only the tip was inside, then snapped his hips forward quickly. The force pushed you up the bed slightly but he continued that rhythm.

“Fuck- please go faster.” You whined, dragging your nails down his back and making him groan. His thrusts sped up slightly, the sound of his hips hitting yours was resonating through the room, along with your moans. His mouth attached to your neck as he bit and sucked the skin everywhere he could reach. You put a hand in his hair and pulled on it hard. To retaliate, his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides and making your head feel lighter.

Mitch kissed you again briefly, then pulled out. You whimpered at the empty feeling but he quickly grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. He pulled you onto your knees then pressed down on your upper back, making you arch even further. His cock entered you again and you let out a loud moan at the sudden thrust. His pace picked up quickly and you fisted the sheets near your head and squeezed your eyes shut. His hand left your back to grab your hips, using the leverage to thrust harder and faster.

He landed a sharp slap on your ass and you cried out from the sudden sting. He leaned over you and brushed the hair on your face behind your ear. His thrusts never ceased as his lips brushed your ear.

“You take my cock so fucking well, baby.” He said through a moan. Your breath hitched and you felt his words add to the growing warmth in your belly. “It’s like you were made for me. Made to be my little cock sleeve.” Mitch grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, making you gasp. His other hand wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back slightly. The harshness of his thrusts coupled with the sting on your scalp and the floaty feeling from his hand on your neck was driving you closer to the edge.

No matter how much you hated your boss or your job… you couldn’t help but feel glad that you didn’t quit yet. Because this was probably the best fuck of your life. Sure, most of the other men you’ve been with couldn’t please a woman to save their life- literally and metaphorically- but there’s just something different about him. About the way that he’s rough and soft at the same time. Not just in his actions but in his words too. It’s almost like he had a fucking manual for all of your kinks and turn ons.

“Where do you want me to come?” He whispered, lips grazing your ear. And fuck- you clenched around him, making him moan lowly.

“Inside.” You whispered breathily. His grip on your neck tightened and he cursed under his breath.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up?” He put all his weight on the arm holding your throat, then released your hair and moved his hand down to start rubbing your clit.

“Please.” You whined, clenching down on him again.

“Such a fucking slut- wanting a stranger to come inside you.” You whimpered at that because… even though it doesn’t feel like it, he still is a stranger. “What if I knock you up, huh? I guess it won’t matter either way since, like I said, you’re not leaving here alive.” His thrusts got harder and faster and he was panting next to your head.

“Please, I-“ You cut off with a choked sob, getting closer to your release with every thrust. “I wanna live. Wanna be your cock sleeve.” Despite you being 90% sure this was all roleplay, there was still some truth to your words.

“Begging for your life and all you have to offer are your holes?” Your breath hitched and his words just added to the growing knot in your stomach. “I might consider that. But it depends… are you offering all your holes?”

“Yes!” You said through a moan. “Yes- all of them.” He chuckled darkly. “Please, I- I need to come.” You cried, feeling yourself nearing the edge.

“Go ahead, baby. Come and I’ll fill you up, okay?” He rasped, his hand rubbing your clit faster. Your body obeyed his command and you cried out when your orgasm hit. You heard him curse under his breath and felt as he fucked into you faster. You buried your face in the bed, muffling your loud moans. His hips stilled and you felt hot come paint your walls. You let out a loud whine as his hips just barely bucked against you, trying to bury himself deeper.

After both of you stilling and just panting for a few seconds, you lifted your face from the bed so you could breathe better and he moved off of you so he was kneeling. Mitch slowly dragged his cock out and you clenched at the emptiness. You felt his come drip out of you, down your clit, and he groaned loudly. He rubbed the head of his cock on you, spreading his come around, and you hissed at how sensitive you were. He moved to lay beside you and you dropped down from your knees on your stomach.

“You don’t seem like the type to cuddle after sex.” You chuckled and the corners of his lips turned up.

“You’d be surprised. But we aren’t exactly cuddling right now.”

“Well what’s stopping you?” You smirked and he rolled his eyes before pulling you to lay partially on top of him.

“Better?” He raised his brows and you laughed quietly.

“Much.” You said, laying your head on his chest. His fingertips lightly dragged up and down your arm and you traced the moles and freckles on his chest. What now? You thought. He’s not actually going to kill you… is he? “Are you actually gonna kill me?” You mumbled against his chest.

“I don’t know…” He sighed. “No. But I can’t just let you go.” He was silent for a moment before continuing. “I think I should bring you to my superiors and let them decide what to do with you.”

“Your superiors? That doesn’t sound ominous at all.” You laughed, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckled quietly. “What are they like mob bosses or something?” You said teasingly.

“More like a former navy seal and director of the CIA.”

“The C-“ You lifted yourself off his chest to look at him. “CIA? You work for the CIA??” Your voice rose in shock and he raised his brows, amused by your reaction.

“Oh my god- I almost killed someone from the CIA. That would’ve been so bad.” You put a hand over your mouth and stared at him with wide eyes. “You didn’t even get close to killing me.” He chuckled.

“Only because I didn’t want to. I totally could’ve killed you.” He just smirked at you but you were too hung up on the fact that your boss basically sent you on a suicide mission. If not suicide, then life in jail.

“That bastard! He sent me to kill an agent of the US government and didn’t even fucking tell me.” You seethed before calmly stating, “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Don’t kill him.” He chuckled. “Actually it depends. Who is he?” You told him the name and his eyebrows raised before he let out a small laugh.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“That’s the guy we’ve been after right now. We’re actually really close too.”

“Oh... What’d he do?” You asked.

“He’s a terrorist.” He deadpanned and your whole expression dropped.

“Oh shit.” You breathed. “Okay well now I definitely want to kill him.” You shrugged. “After I get paid though.”

“But you didn’t kill me.”

“That’s what’s funny about it though. It’d be even more ironic if you were the one to kill him.” Suddenly, you realized that you, an assassin, are talking to an agent of the US government about killing someone. “Are you gonna arrest me?” You asked nervously and he let out a small chuckle.

“I don’t think I can even do that… but no.” You sighed in relief. “Plus, what good is a fuck toy if it’s in jail?” He smirked and you felt your cheeks heat up.

I’M SORRY IDK HOW TO END THIS 😭💀

#mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp x reader #american assassin #russian roulette #(but sexy)

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Dark! Bodyguard! Mitch Rapp

Warnings: Bodyguard! Mitch, Bratty reader, Diagnosis(Autism, ADHD, anxiety, and depression) Talk of Spiders, Somoniphilia, bondage, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, nicknames(little one, darling, princess, Angel, dollface)

Disclaimer: I'm autistic and this character represents me :>

Yet again, Y/n was trying to escape. She was currently on her balcony trying to climb over her railing. Mitch heard the shuffling and ran into her room searching for her. It was past her assigned bedtime. Her parents repeatedly told him that she needed to stay in her room and NOT go outside and search for Spiders.

His hands find her hips lifting her effortlessly. He walks through the doors, shuts them, and throws her on her bed, reminding her of the numerous smut books she's read. She screams with a smile on her face. Mitch loved it when she smiled like that. She looked angelic. So happy, the girl made her.

He gave her a stern look before it broke into an amused one. "It's passed your bedtime, Little One." She wanted his voice to be innocent, but it didn't sound like it to her. Maybe to others but it was just them, so, was it really innocent?

"Your spiders are sleeping, you can search tomorrow," he scolds her, his hand on his hip. "During the day," Mitch adds.

Y/n pouts and crosses her arms. She moves and sits on her bottom, her knees bent, her legs resting by her sides. "I don't have a bedtime! And my spiders are Nocturnal! I want to see the night spiders! Not the Day spiders!"

Now she was just acting childish. Spoiled even. But she couldn't just get everything she wanted. Mitch should teach her that... Even if it was very tempting to do so. Even tempting to spank her bottom for being such a brat and escaping the previous night. He was infuriated when he heard her successfully escape through the hallway bathroom window. She used that one because the bathroom in her room had no windows.

Her parents, The Hales were smart for that one. He silently thanked them in his mind when he first had a tour of their house. He also thanked him mentally for receiving all her information in a file on a given work phone. He was surprised at her background, to say the least. She had extreme PTSD when it came to being alone, the last time being when her ex-family member broke in and used her as a punching bag because he resented her. Resent her and ruining the family picture with her diagnosis. But really he did that by doing that.

Aside from that, he didn't really wasn't bothered about the other diagnosis that she had. Autism- She would sometimes become upset with certain clothing and tear them off, so he made a mental note to ask if she was comfortable with the clothing before starting the day. Anxiety- he understood and would help if he saw anything that gave him signs of it. Depression- he would make sure she's happy. Lastly, Insomnia- She had a set schedule she liked to abide to- aside from her bedtime. She despised sleeping during the night because that was when she was most vulnerable. So, he reassured her that during the night he would be in her room to keep watch. So she can sleep.

Y/n stumbles to her walk-in closet. He gets the hint so he turns around to give her privacy. Once she saw it was safe she instantly grabbed a sleep shirt which was an oversized shirt that framed her curvy hips.

Y/n thought to him scolding her. She loved it. He looked so hot, the reason why she was so bratty at times... From the constant scolding of Mitch, she still didn't hate him. She knew he was just doing his job. She thought about it logically. She would do the same if she were him.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts she sat on her bed. She shoved her legs under her sheets and sighed with contentment. She spread her legs repeatedly under the covers to feel the nice satin on her skin. She loved her satin sheets. She grabbed her laptop, placed it in her lap, and began typing away on the book she had been working on for a bit.

Mitch stalked toward her and took a peek at her screen. She situated it so he couldn't see. "Privacy! You would not like to know what I'm writing."

It only intrigued Mitch more but he left it that. He took out his phone and checked the time. "It's 11: 47..." He puts his phone into his pocket once more. "Past your bedtime- wrap it up, darling," He gestured to her laptop. She blushed hard at the new nickname and typed a bit more, probably summarizing what she wanted to happen for her future self to write. She snapped it shut and handed it to him. He gracefully took it and put it on her desk across the room and put it on charge for her.

She watched him do so, smiling to herself as he bent don't to grab the cable cord. "You have a nice bottom," Y/n whispers bluntly. Oh, but he heard her. He quickly turned and stared at her with an open mouth.

It took a second to recover. "Go to sleep, Princess," he said as his brows raised emphasizing she needed to sleep. If only she could crawl out of her covers to grab that laptop to write what she just thought of... Then he was standing in front of her, swiping a strand of hair out of her face. It fell back into her face and she blew it out of her face completely. Ironically, it looked like she was from a cartoon. His hand stays in her hair, falling to her face to cup her chin with his thumb, and then he repeats himself.

She leans into his touch, Contrary to popular belief, autistics hate physical contact but she adored it. She loved simple actions like finger-holding, arm clinging, hugging, and cuddling. Kissing freaked her out a bit but she was sure with the right person she would love it just as much.

Then he walked away like nothing happened. Like he hadn't just cupped her face so tenderly. Like he hadn't stared into her doe eyes so lovingly. Like he hadn't glanced at her lips while holding her pretty face.

Then she flips over on her bed, stripping herself from her shirt under the covers, and throws it. She didn't know where. Nor did she care. Mitch watched her and practically choked on his spit when it landed at his feet. "I guess she didn't like the texture," He thought to himself. He grabbed a book from her shelf and began reading. He became shocked when the first page was a full warning page of triggers. He quickly put it back.

"Yeah, don't grab from that shelf. It's filled with smut. Go for the other, it's more educational," She laughed as her eyes found him with a red face in her corner. He nodded and grabbed another book, a book on night crawlers. She smiled at the book choice.

Mitch stares at her sleeping form. He was in the lovesac like he had been for an hour. She's been asleep for about 20 minutes. She was now whimpering in her sleep, she normally did this. But tonight? It sounded a little needier. Her hips proved that by grinding against her body pillow she was cuddling. Her light grey sheets were lower than they were when she started to sleep. They rested on her bottom, only covering her bottom half. His eyes trailed her back, examining the scars he could make out. From what he could make out was a lightning bolt tattoo that littered her back covering joining the scars.

He stayed on the lovesac, his legs manspreading as his hands rested on his knees. He found her resting form so peaceful looking. Like she wasn't scared of anything. But he knew she wasn't that peaceful because even in her sleep she was prone to attempt to escape. She tried on his first night of being her bodyguard. He took immediate action and comforted her on the floor, holding her while she calmed down from a panic attack. Ever since that night, she was benign to him, going easy on him compared to testing him like she had done on the first day.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when she kicked the covers off of her body. Her body snuggled into the pillow, appreciating the cool air against her legs. After a few seconds, her hips wiggled against the pillow, perfectly grinding against her mound.

To him, that sight was impure. Everything he wanted to see and not see. He pulled himself up, going against his urges to not touch her body. And he doesn't. Yet.

He gulps, and covers her back up, silently wishing to himself that she wouldn't kick it back off. And she does, instantly when the sheets touched her arms. He leaned in to look at her, checking if she was awake or not. His hand touched her forehead, then cupped her face and slowly moved to her shoulder. He takes a deep breath, trying his best to control himself over his sleeping client. She looked so sexy lying there... The image of her body grinding against her pillow popped up in my mind. Replaying it over and over. Was she having a wet dream?

Before he could answer himself he was pulled down by her holding his arms. She gruntles in her sleep and tugs on his arm, he falls into her bed but he catches himself. As he falls her legs wrap around his waist, locking him in place. This is wrong. So wrong. But her body against his felt so good. He could feel her breast against his chest, her breath on his neck, her delicate hands on his waist, holding him.

He sighs giving in and wraps his arms around her curvy form. He covers the both of them up, only with the sheets not wanting her to get too warm. "There," he whispers, mostly for himself. This was not what he expected when he took this job- But, at the moment, he was not going to complain. His warm calloused hands roamed her back, his fingertips trailing the scars along her back. Gosh, he could kill that bitch that harmed his little Angel...Did he just say that? His angel? He didn't care- she was his.

She moans in her sleep, breathy and husky with sleep. Her hands tighten around his shirt, grasping it like she wanted him closer. Her hips now ground into his hips and he stilled. He stiffened, his body and his cock. He could feel the blood rushing to it, hardening under her warmth need rubbing against his dick. "Mitchie... Please," she moans, her breathy moan tickling his neck. The hair on the back of his neck raised, goosebumps littering his whole body.

He bit back a satisfied moan and looked down over her shoulder at her hips moving under the sheet. He shouldn't be allowing this. He shouldn't- He didn't care. He wanted this.

His hands fall to her hips, helping her grind against him. His pants were so tight, that every movement caused painful pleasure to strike through him. Like it was intruding every nerve of his body. His mind was blank besides the pleasure and her sinful-looking body.

His lips planted a kiss on her shoulder, testing the waters. She breathily moaned. So, he kissed again, this time on her neck. This time it emits a loud satisfied moan. So loud he thought it woke her up. But it didn't. He was glad that it didn't, he wanted to enjoy this moment more.

Her body shakes as she orgasms against him. He doesn't let her hips stop, forcing them to continue against his clothed-hardened dick. As she finishes, he holds her up by the back of her neck, slowly leaning her back to get a better view. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. Her breasts were perky, and resting in front of his face. He leans in, giving one a kiss, his eyes watching her face so he would know if she was about to wake up. His tongue swirls around her hardened nipple, sucking softly as his lips closed around the areolae. His hands now massaged her hip softly, still going along with her movements. He was about to cum in his pants- He hasn't done that since he was a horny teenager. That was a full generation ago.

"Oh my gosh, angel- You feel so good," He moans softly. He couldn't help but praise her, even when she was unconscious. Her body seemed to react to the praise, her hips grinding harder. That was when he realized she was awake. He stammers, attempting to explain himself. But she cuts him off as she kisses his neck, licking and sucking the heated flesh.

"Tell me later," She moans, biting the area she just kissed. He groans hard at her teeth, never expecting her to be so harsh. He loved it.

"Fuck, Princess. You're going to give me a heart attack." He could hear his heart in his head, it was thumping, racing so loud. It almost vibrated his skull.

"You should have thought about earlier," She retorted with a click of her tongue. The click was loud like it was pulled off from the suction.

Y/n palmed his dick under her hips, grabbing it and massaging his length. He doubled over, his head resting on her shoulder. His left hand rested on the small of her back. "Do you want to continue you this, Mr. Rapp?" She asks sheepily. He nods into her shoulder, his right hand stopping hers. He lifts her with ease, placing her down once he stands.

"Since all you do is write... You should write this." He swiftly removed his belt with one hand, quickly maneuvering it around her hands as makeshift handcuffs. He tugged on it, checking if it was secure around her wrist. "Not too tight?" She asks, his eyes landing on her blown-out eyes. She nods, biting her lip with a small smirk.

That smirk was wiped off when he pulled her legs to the edge of the bed. His face was right in front of her mound. "Say you don't want this and I'll stop..." He leaves a few kisses on her inner thigh, slowly trailing to her covered pussy. Once he gets close he goes to the other thigh. "I swear I will." He looks into her eyes, giving her the most mind-numbing sight of the night. "Please let me have a taste, angel," He begged. He fucking need to. He wants to taste her juices. Even tasting her after they've finished. He hasn't eaten since dinner and that was almost 7 hours ago. He's starving for some desert.

She swore her heart stopped when he asked that. This was like straight out of a book... Gosh, when did Mitch get so hot? Her bonded hands attempt to pull her panties down but he smacks her hands lightly. "Let me," He growls, then begins pulling them down with his teeth. Once they were down at her thighs his hands removed them swiftly. Then they spread her apart, the flat of his tongue taking a long slow lick at her cunt. His tongue wiggles into her folds, collecting all of her release from earlier. He groans at it, the vibrations traveling to her clit. "I'm going to need more of this, angel," He murmurs before he continues lapping against her clit. "Taste' like honey." He then rises and pulls her into their first kiss. She groans, not expecting it to be like this. She did taste sweet, his tongue played with hers before he moved back down to play with her little button.

His hands rubbed up and down her thighs, as he ate her out. Her bound hands playing with his hair. The restriction of her hands pulled her breasts together, giving him the best sight ever. He was so hard it was begging to break free, already passed dripping precum.

"Mitch, please," she tried to breathe but her lungs were moving too fast. He got the hint, knowing well enough she was about to release on his face. And she does, she squirted all over his face; The liquid dripped from his face as he continues to tongue fuck her hole as his thumb rubbed her clit. She screams, letting her pleasure take over her form. Her body shakes, her thighs closing on his head like earmuffs.

After a bit, he pulls up and hungrily kisses her. But the kiss was slow somehow, wanting her to feel everything. Wanted her to taste her release more. He didn't want this quick. He wanted to drag it out as long as possible. He wanted a book, not a flimsy page.

His hands roamed her naked body, feeling all the imperfections that were viewed as perfections. It was like she was created by the gods. Hell, she was a goddess to him. He wanted to get on his knees in all different forms when he saw her file. He immediately asked to be her bodyguard. He wanted her to be his. He wanted to take her. And now, after just a few weeks he was able to.

"I need you, angel, I need you to say you're mine." Her hands fumbled with his pants, wanting to free his member. "Say it," he growled.

"I'm yours, Mr. Rapp!" she screams. He then flips her, her ass in the air. She didn't see him when she looked over her shoulder. But he felt her. He was lapping at her pussy again. Just when she thought he was going to eat her out again, she heard shuffling. He stripped himself of his boots first, the thumb being heard when he threw it near the lovesac he sat at earlier. Then quickly removing his clothes, he left his boxers on and pressed his hips against her. His clothed dick rested perfectly between her slit. "Do you feel that," He groans as he grabs her hips and pulls them to his. "Do you feel what you do to me?"

She wiggles her hips. "It's hard not to when your cock is pressed against my minge," She made sure she sounded sarcastic with her tone, wanting to make sure she was talking back.

He gave a dark chuckle as he kicked his boxers off. "I love it when you're bratty." His body leaned, pressing against her as he unbuckled his belt. He rubs her wrists, kissing them before separating them on each side. He held her hands down on the bed as his dick pressed against her entrance. "Do you want this? Do you want my cock to stretch you out?" She nods a yes, whimpering and pushing her hips back.

When it enters, it enters completely. He slowly moved inside her, not caring that the stretch was too much for her. It felt too good. For both of them. His thrust slowly became faster, fucking her with a medium rhythm.

Y/n's moans were all over the place, screaming then needy. Once he angles his cock to hit that delectable spot she was back to screaming. "That's right, dollface; Scream for me," he growls into her ear. He then plants a small kiss under her ear, telling her she is so good for him. "S'good; Taking your bodyguard's cock so well."

His trust get harder, now his hips were slapping her clit with each thrust. Her head shakes from side to side as the pleasure is too much. She wanted more.

Her body from her previous orgasms made her so sensitive. Especially her most recent one. But yet all she wanted was more. More pleasure against her craved sensitive body.

She could do was take his dick repeatedly. Her arms were pinned with one of his hands and the other held her hip to force it down and to stop it from squirming.

"My pretty angel, so pretty," he groans. He kisses her wet cheek. Somewhere along the way she had started crying from the amount of pleasure. This didn't stop him, only turned him on even more.

"Mitch," she gasps loudly. Her back arches due to the upcoming climax and she forcefully belches her orgasm around him. He chuckled darkly and slowed down her thrust to tease her and her eyes rolled back because it felt better for her.

He could sense his release appearing soon. "You want me to cum inside?" He wanted to go inside but her knew better to do that. Y/n shakes her head in a panic. He hums I'm response and kisses her cheek to reassure her. The rubber in his stomach then lets go in his stomach as he pulls out and cums all over her stomach. Some of his elixirs landed on her tits and he just doubles over and licks it off.

"Instead of spiders I think I might want to study this," she hums appreciatively pointing to his semi-hard length. He smirks. "Come here," she purrs. He obeys and leans down. Her hand grasps his cock and starts rubbing it as he hovered over her. She teases the tip, her finger gliding back and forth over the red needy bump. From time to time her finger would play along the slit and he would shudder as he tried to keep his eyes open to stare into her alluring eyes. "Doing s'good for me," she mocks playfully. "My Mr. Rapp is so handsome," she whispers. He shudders again and nods as his dick starts to twitch in her hand. "Love my bodyguard's cock, so fucking big," she moans before he cums again. He cums with a loud primal growl as his cum close and covers hers body once more.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien smut #dylan obrien #dylan obrien smut #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp x reader smut #mitch rapp #american assassin #bodyguard #Bodyguard!mitch rapp

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ateotd-izzy · 11 months

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midnights (dylan o’brien’s version) (izzy’s version) (from the drafts)

“meet me at midnight”

“midnights become my afternoons”

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lavender haze; stuart twombly

maroon; thomas

anti-hero; joel dawson

snow on the beach; stiles stilinski

you’re on your own, kid; joel dawson

midnight rain; stiles stilinski

question…?; thomas

vigilante shit; mitch rapp

bejeweled; joel dawson

labyrinth; thomas

karma; stuart twombly

sweet nothing; thomas

mastermind; stiles stilinski

the great war; thomas

bigger than the whole sky; stiles stilinski

paris; stuart twombly

high infidelity; joel dawson

glitch; stiles stilinski

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve; thomas

dear reader; mitch rapp

hits different; stuart twombly

you’re losing me; stiles stilinski

taglist: @brvceyamada

a/n: i’ll post these whenever ig

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maddie0101 · 5 months

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Saudade Masterlist

(n.) A nostalgic longing to be near again to someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "The love that remains"

Summary: Best friends till the end, right? Seven years ago Addison and Mitch were inseparable. Both teenagers planned their future together, as friends would. Mitch finally got the girl of his dreams to go out with him, and Addy earned the title of team captain for her school's soccer team. Everything seemed to be looking up for the two, but what happens after a normal day changes both of their lives, forever?

⌖ Chapter One

⌖ Chapter two

⌖ Chapter three

⌖ Chapter four

⌖ Chapter five (In progress)

⌖ Chapter six (tba)

⌖ Chapter seven (tba)

⌖ (Other chapters TBA)

Side Note:

This is my first ever writing post! I am currently working on the series and will be updating it as soon as I get the time! I hope everyone will come to love my story and Addison ♡

This is only my second series to write, so please go easy on me…I’m trying I swear.

(My first series is a maze runner fic on Wattpad) I am currently transferring that one over here as well, but it might take awhile.

#mitch rapp #dylan o'brien #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp au #mitch rapp x ofc #dylan o’brien masterlist #american assassin

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wtfdudesblog · 1 year

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Guys imagine this, the reason stiles isn’t in the new movie is because he became Mitch Rapp. After Lydia broke up with him he met Katrina and she got killed because of the terr0rist attack which transpired to stiles becoming Mitch. Since Stiles real name is Mieczyslaw his new persona would be a nickname for that which is Mitch based on how his real name is pronounced.

#mieczyslaw stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf series #teen wolf movie #mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #american assassin #fbi agent #orion #american assass #teen wolf stiles

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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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OML YOUR DOB IMAGINE IS *chefs kiss*. Could you do one with Mitch Rapp? I don't wanna pressure you it's your choice, but if you decide to do it can it be smut?

im a whore for him help

Truthfully, you know better. You really do.

Yet that doesn’t seem to stop you from finding your place in front of Mitch’s door that fateful Saturday night.

You know he’s in there. Heard him come back to the compound an hour or so ago. Had decided then that you wouldn’t let that night mean nothing. That you wouldn’t let what happened in the hallway be forgotten.

For days, you’ve been arguing with yourself that what he said—what he did—was merely the result of increased adrenaline and the thrill of success. That he was drunk. Drunk with power, drunk with alcohol, and drunk with the knowledge that he’d done what couldn’t be done. That’s all it was.

But no matter the excuse you create, you can’t shake the image from your head. Can’t erase the feel of his fingertips. Can’t erase the way he looked at you as you brushed the hair back from his forehead. Can’t erase the way his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “It’s always been you.”

The next, he’d acted as if it had never happened. As if he’d forgotten.

But it did happen. And you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

With a quick breath, your knuckles rap against the door. You wait for a moment, listening intently for any telltale signs of movement.

You hear the sound of rustling. Perhaps the shift of a sheet. The creak of a mattress.

But no footsteps.

You knock again before calling, “Mitch? It’s me, can we…can we talk?”

Another sound. Deeper. You lean closer, ear pressing to the wood as you attempt to decipher. It’s his voice, you know that much, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. Maybe he’s inviting you in. Maybe he’s inviting you to leave.

You can’t really be sure and the anxious hollow in your stomach merely intensifies with each passing second.

So, with a burst of self-assurance, you straighten up, twist the handle, and thrust the door open.

Your eyes find his first. That soft, golden brown you’re so used to. Comforting, almost. Familiar.

Then, you notice his hair. The way it’s fallen across his forehead, sweaty and disheveled. The way it drapes over his eyebrows as he peers across the room at you.

You notice the slight flush in his cheeks. The heave of his chest. Notice the nakedness of his skin, your gaze traveling down his clenched jaw toward the rapid ripple of his stomach.

And then…you see.

You see his hand, tight around his cock as he pumps up and down in a swift, urgent motion.

For a moment, you’re not quite sure what to do. What to think. You stand, frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and heart racing as you watch him.

You expect him to stop. To cover. To feel just as startled as you do.

Yet, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hide. Doesn’t attempt to excuse it away. Doesn’t even yell at you for coming into his room.

Instead…he groans.

And not the same groan you’re so used to hearing from him. Not a groan of exasperation or disapproval.

A salacious groan. Lust-filled and needy. So desperate and depraved, you feel the way your stomach flips for an entirely different reason.

Now he’s not the only one flushed.

Your lips part, ready to call his name. Ask him what he’s doing. Maybe apologize for barging in.

And yet, there’s something in his expression that forces your feet to bring you further into the room. Closer to where he sits against the headboard with his legs strewn out before him.

He watches you like a hawk, following the movement as you slowly make your way to the right side of the bed.

You’re desperate to hear that sound again. Desperate to be a part of this moment. With him.

Your eyes flick down to his hand. The veins ever prominent in his arm as he squeezes the tip of his cock. As his head rolls back against the wall behind him and he sucks the air through his teeth in a hiss.

Mesmerized by the drip coating his knuckles, your fingers dance about the air as if reaching out for him.

But you slow, pulling back slightly as you look up. As you search for a sign. Permission. Encouragement.

You haven’t exchanged a single word thus far. And yet you almost know what he’d say even without him ever getting the chance to say it.

And you’re proven correct when your name is whispered from his lips like a promise, pulling you closer until you’re sitting directly next to his leg.

Your pulse races. Skin hot as you watch him. Entranced by his beauty. By the clench of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes as the pleasure nearly overtakes him.

You’ve reached the point of no return. You don’t imagine you’ll ever forget this moment for the rest of your life. Don’t imagine you’ll ever be able to look at him again and not remember the way he looks like right now.

You don’t even realize that your legs have begun to part, your fingers subconsciously finding their way to your thighs as if desperate for your own relief.

But Mitch notices. Almost immediately. Watching the scratch of your nails along your sweatpants rather anxiously as another soft whine breaks free from his lips.

And before you really have a chance to stop yourself, your hand is slipping beneath the band of your sweats until you feel exactly how aroused you really are by this scene.

Your head drops, chin finding your chest as you take a slow, steady breath. Your touch is light. Quick. Dipping inside for only a moment until you suck in a sharp gasp.

Mitch shifts beside you, straightening up as his rhythm begins to falter. “Shit…shit, lemme see. Please…please let me see.”

You lean back, palm finding the mattress behind you as you brace yourself and meet his eye.

However, instead of obliging to his request, you smirk, tugging your lip between your teeth as you curl your finger in once more.

Your jaw drops at the sensation. The ache. So sharp and blinding that you can’t resist the soft whimper you exhale.

Mitch’s teeth grit in response as he tugs at his cock once more, the sound clearly doing sinful things to his body and mind.

You tease him a bit more. Merely because you can. Because it’s him. And he so fucking deserves it after everything he’s done.

Your thumb finds your clit, the slightest amount of pressure enough to leave you jolting in response. Hand completely disappearing beneath your sweats as you feel yourself out, desperate for that rush.

“Fuck—” His resolve is crumbling, his motions becoming quick and focused. “Take ‘em off. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Your head shakes fervently, eyes fluttering shut as you indulge in the feel of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Suddenly, however, you feel a tight pressure around your wrist as you glance back up to see his hand, soaked and strained, tugging your arm closer.

You’re pulled forward, eyebrows flying up your forehead as you still about two inches from his face.

His breath, labored and stressed, tickles at the hairs near your cheeks as his dark stare finds yours.

“You’re gonna take them off,” he repeats lowly, and you can feel the chill run down your spine. “And then you’re gonna take me down that pretty little throat.”

You can do nothing but melt into the feel of his rough touch around your hand, so aroused from such a simple action that your brain begins to spin.

“Is that understood?” he asks now before his eyes quickly fall to your lips and you’re left to pant desperately.

You can do nothing but nod, the softest whimper slipping out once he lets go and your chest deflates.

“Good girl,” he murmurs proudly before nodding his chin at you and smirking. “Go on.”

So…

You do.

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Maybe I am - D.O ~

summary: Dylan accompanies Y/N to her high school reunion.

pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1,461

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

"Y/N you can't just not go to your high school reunion, it's been 5 years what about all the friends you had that you miss?" Dylan asks as he's laid down on the couch in Y/N 's trailer in between shoots. Even though he's not looking at her he can tell she's glaring at him considering they'd been best friends since the start of the show in 2011. As he turns his body to sit up Y/N remained to glare at him with one eyebrow raised.

"I can not go to a high school reunion." She says shaking her head and looking back at her computer trying to ignore the nagging Dylan who is judging her from a distance.

"Why not? You're in a TV show and I'm your best friend so you're clearly going to rock it." The more Dylan nags the more Y/N realizes she could go but at the same, she would probably rather die than see anyone she went to school with.

"No, you don't understand I wasn't popular, in the slightest. I was the weird loner who wore superhero shirts every day and was part of the drama club and always swore she was going to be an actress. Stereotypical weirdo loner. Not like cute season 1 Stiles where the popular girl doesn't notice me but is still cute. The people at my school were the worst and that will not have changed." Y/N says laughing as she finishes her mini-rant. As she stops ranting she looks up at Dylan who is still smirking at the fact she called him cute. As soon as Y/N realized why Dylan was smirking she grabbed the pillow that she was resting on and threw it at his face hitting him in his nose.

"I'll go if you go," Y/N announces shocking Dylan with her proposal. Although he's taken aback by the ask he's also glad that out of everyone she wants him to be there.

"I didn't go to that high school wh-"

"Just pretend to be my date," Y/N asks with a smile which makes Dylan laugh at the sight off. He knows he's gonna say yes because why not meet some of her old friends? If she had any?

2 days had passed and Y/N was currently stood in her old bedroom in front of a full-length mirror as she slightly shakes with anxiety at the thought of being back in her old school again. The dress she wore she kept from one of the parties Holland had dragged her too so obviously the dress was fabulous. The invitation didn't really state HOW to dress but Y/N remembers the people she used to be in school with so she chose a black, off the shoulder, a thigh-high dress that stuck to all of her curves. The black 4" ankles boots complimented the figure and made her legs look slimmer and she put the final touches of her hair and makeup together.

The closer the time got to need to be there the weaker her legs felt, although Hollywood is scary nothing will ever compare to high school, and being back there makes her so afraid. As she finally walked into the living room everyone stopped to stare. Her mom looked at her with wide eyes and a proud smile. Her father just looked at his little girl adoringly knowing how afraid she was. Dylan couldn't do anything but smile, he's seen her at premieres and red carpets but he always had the same reaction. It was like he was seeing her for the first time every time and he was happy that she was his best friend.

"Okay, can we just leave now I'm starting to freak out?" Y/N laughs with her voice shaking. Dylan just mutters a yeah sure and stands up leaving the door open for Y/N.

"I'll have her back by 10, Miss (L/N)!" Dylan yells out from the car.

"Dylan you've known me for 5 years call me (Mom's name)!" Your mom yells back laughing at his reply.

The closer they got to the high school the more people Y/N started to recognize. As she rubs her hands together there are no words to describe her fears right now. Pulling into the parking lot made everything a lot worse more than she could describe. All Dylan did was hold her hand and give it a quick squeeze before stepping out of the car and walking around to Y/N's side to let her out of the car, or help her out he should say.

The pair just walked in silence inside the school but Dylan kept his hand intertwined with Y/N considering he had no idea where to actually go. He also couldn't deny that he loved holding hands with Y/N whether it was on or offset. The streamers lined the hallway and there were already people dotting the hallways next to what Dylan assumed to be their old lockers. They noticed Y/N and Dylan hand in hand and some stopped to even see if they knew who she was because they couldn't recognize her at first glance.

The hallway made it so much more surreal as there was a table full of pins with all the names on and sat at the table was the valedictorian smiling brightly.

"Hi, how can I help you today?!" She gleamed as Y/N just quietly searched through the names. She picked up the one with her name on it and just showed it to the girl while smiling.

"Oh my god Y/N! I thought you were in LA, I didn't expect you to answer my email!" She says standing up and hugging a shocked Y/N.

"Thank Emily I'm here so… I'm gonna get a drink. This is my plus one, his name is Dylan." Y/N says rather quietly before just walking away leaving Dylan to get his own name tag. As she stood with her back to the hall she just drank away at the punch hoping that someone somewhere had spiked the punch. Luckily enough someone had and she could tell. However, she was not drunk enough for what was about to happen. She turned around to see Dylan talking to some of the old jocks in her year, knowing that the Mets were a big supported team in this high school. Hearing him laugh made her smile widely looking at how happy he looks all dressed up. Then the moment arrived where she wished she'd been more intoxicated

"Y/N?" A male voice spoke behind her. As she slowly spun around recognizing the voice from behind her. She came face to face with her ex (Ex's name/ or crush). Trying to smile like she was happy to see him her entire body went stiff when he hugged her. However, she quickly loosened up when she did not react, no butterflies. Nothing.

"I'm happy to see you, it's been 5 years. How're you doing?" He asks smiling. There was never anything bad you could say about him because he always cared for Y/N. First love, kindest teenager ever. Even understood when she broke up with him before she left for Teen wolf.

"I'm great (Ex). I'm really glad to see you, you're doing well." Y/N smiles now knowing she's okay to talk without any awkward feelings in the way.

"Well it's been 5 years, I've now got a girlfriend who is actually here talking to…. the person you walked in with actually." He smiles. Y/N turned around to see Dylan talking to a lovely short blonde woman who is staring at (ex) with loving eyes as she's talking.

"Yeah that's Dylan, he's my costar on Teen Wolf, I've known him for 5 years now." Y/N smiles while looking off at Dylan who catches her eye and smiles at her from a distance.

"And you're in love with him." (Ex) chuckles while Y/N's head snaps back to his direction with wide eyes, "Don't try and deny you at least like him I can tell."

"How can you tell I've been talking to you for less than 5 minutes." Y/N seems almost defensive knowing that he's right no matter how much she says he's not.

"Because of the way you look at him, even from across the room. It was the way you used to look at me." (Ex) says not condescending but more as he cares for Y/N still, which he does. Y/N doesn't know what to say so she just looks towards Dylan as he's smiling and laughing. Dylan looks towards Y/N one more time and catches her looking at him and he smiles back at her waving slightly. The moment passed and Y/N finally realized he was telling the truth.

"Yeah… Maybe I am."

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obriengf · 2 months

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Mitch Rapp Masterlist - OBRIENGF

NSFW marked with *** | Other masterlists HERE

Fic Recs for Mitch Rapp ♡

BABBLES

Fics :

WINTER WONDERLAND XMAS21

A GRACIOUS GIFT XMAS23

UNDERCOVER DARLINGS

Blurbs :

KITCHEN NIGHTMARES

LIPSTICK

STRADDLE

JACKET

MOTEL BLUES

“THERE’S NO WAY I CAN COVER THESE MARKS.” ***

"YOU FLAT OUT JUST ADMITTED THAT YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME"

"YOU JUST LAY BACK DOWN, AND I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU."

SOOTHE

WEARY

CAUGHT

MISCOMMUNICATION

MR RAPP WILL SEE YOU NOW (MICRO BLURB)

Headcanons :

CONFESSING

JEALOUSY

SOFT

FIGHTING (1)

DESERTED ISLAND AU

COWBOY!MITCH

"ACTING TOUGH WILL NOT MAKE IT HURT ANY LESS..."

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp fic #mitch rapp imagine #mitch rapp x you #mitch rapp masterlist #american assassin #american assassin x reader #obriengf masterlist #dylan o'brien masterlist

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samstersv · 2 years

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i wanna ride, i wanna ride 🫣

#dylan o’brien #dylan o'brian icons #dylan o'brian gifs #the maze runner #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x you #dylan o'brian x reader #teen writer #thomas maze runner #tmr series #tmr thomas #tmr newt #teen wolf stiles #american assassin #sam taylor #mitch rapp

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slut4thebroken · 11 months

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Dylan O’Brien’s Characters Masterlist

Smut - ❤️

Fluff - ✨

Angst - 🖤

Dark content - ❗️ (noncon elements)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

main masterlist

𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅:

༺˚ʚ Stiles Stilinski ɞ˚༻

Enemies With Benefits ❤️ 🖤 ✨ (on hold)

Stalker!reader hcs pt. 1

Stalker!reader hcs pt. 2

༺˚ʚ Mitch Rapp ɞ˚༻

Russian Roulette ❤️

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔:

༺˚ʚ Void Stiles ɞ˚༻

Untitled dub con knife play one shot

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written-beyond-the-grave · 4 days

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Getting with Mitch Rapp HC's

After an intense who knows how long a bitch finally cracked and decided to write about Mitch Rapp since he’s a sweetie who doesn’t get talked about enough… like I been under the tag and I know writing takes so much time and effort so I decided to step tf in and give it a turn… bare with me

We all know after the death of Katrina this man went completely off grid, quit college, didn’t speak to his brother, went all in on avenging her on his own….. To take down a whole cell and the mastermind… yeah, white boy won’t shoot up a school, but will become an almost martyr (he’s what the govt would deadass hire, and keep on rotation)

ANYWAYS

I dead do feel like Mitch would we cautious, wary, and sus as hell with a civilian s/o

Let’s unpack: this man after Katrina probably wasn’t seeing anyone after that being emotionally scarred and whatnot (maybe he had to fuck someone or a few for the sake of a mission or kiss them, but it was just business). So the likelihood of this man entertaining someone else like with intention and not just some one fuck wonder is gonna be crazy ngl. This man has to look over his shoulder and his trust issues got trust issues, like his energy on a regular basis doesn’t scream “stay away”

But anyway, to catch his attention I feel like would be by constantly meeting him in mundane situations. I’m not doing the whole “you’re partners” trope, my black ass isn’t in this luv

Laundry room in the apartment and y’all get clothes mixed in on accident and you end up with his shirt or something— or the age old tale of him getting your underwear…. Or y’all shifting through the mixed laundry picking out what’s yours lmfaoooo

Mail getting dropped off in the wrong box or something

Bumping into each other at the grocery store and Mitch has the bare necessities in his basket and yours is like girl dinner coded

And the thing is, he’s not necessarily rude in interactions (when him throwing knives and punching his punching bag got loud and the person who owned the building asked Mitch to keep it down, and Mitch was respectful and said sure…. He’s not an asshole) but he might be on edge and try to speed things up

I feel like what might get the ball rolling might be a few different things: him seeing someone following you home that he KNOWS doesn’t live in his building (ik this man recognized everyone who lives in that bitch), being catcalled aggressively while walking home, seeing you stay in your car because a sus ass person is waiting for you to get out your car so he comes up to your window to help you out, or some comment about a terrorist attack “shoutout to terrorists, bc the US when to Afghanistan saw all this oil and snatched their chain. “We” (bc ain’t no WE here) snatch their chain and they retaliate, then we yell “it’s the Muslims” to spark a debate

Ngl he’s gonna have to let you cook with that one bc I feel like the “shoutout to terrosits” would’ve had that man spiraling and attacking you immediately. IK that man would spazz on the spot…. So let’s keep it to the safer options hm?

Soooooo after that it would spark a bit of conversation and solidify the familiarity bc here is your neighbor that you tend to see sparklingly helping you out

And being the person I am, I feel like as a thank you you’d leave him some brownies, cookies, or maybe a whole ass lasagna with instructions on how to best reheat at his doorstep being too shy to outright do it

Mans is confused but I feel like he’d take it to be nice, leave it in the fridge for like 2 days until he’s back late from a meeting and needs something in him and the only in that barren ass fridge is the lasagna…. He indulges and once he finds it’s good as hell he bodies half of it

He probably has it for lunch/dinner next day too. And then like washes it and knocks on your door to like give it back. He tells you thanks and you didn’t need to, but you say otherwise. And at this point with his stubborn ass if you’d invite over for dinner he’d respectfully decline so now there needs to be an event that puts him in your place of residence

Cue you taking a tumble on iced pavement

Mwah, inconvenience 😘

And now Mitch being at the right place wrong time, has to help you up and probably check for a concussion since that fall was nasty. He helped you into the elevator then into your place to help check your head and then like how you’re functioning bc goddamn. Once he figures out your fine, he’ll tell you to get a professional opinion and he makes you an nice ice pack and gives advice for how to take care of it

He thinks he’s good to leave you until he sees you struggling to get your bearings. He hates that he does this, but asks if you need any help since your mind is scrambled. Maybe he gets your some Advil, but then realizes you can’t take it on an empty stomach (he’s done it too many damn times himself) and so he looks into your fridge for something to heat up in the microwave to give you before you take the pill

This is where the relationship starts and y’all make small talk, and how this is the longest you ever seen this man. He smirks, and snarks back. Once he gives you the food and sees you take the pill he’s off the clock and bids you a goodnight

Until you see him gain tomorrow since he probably starts to check in on you, not like he’s been getting emotionally fed by having an associate outside of work that isn’t trying to kill him or isn’t Stan or Irene. Just a normie…. But he be lying about his feelings

Next interaction is him coming back from a semi rough work week, and you catch him before he goes in and since he looks over it. Maybe a home cooked meal could help? You invite him over, no strings attached and go ok your way to get the braised short ribs out the oven for the mashed potatoes. You don’t tell him what’s for dinner tho

Thinking nothing will result of this, you get a knock at your door 30 minutes later with him and his hair still slightly damp. And maybe like a case in his beer bc he was told to never show up empty handed (so cute). Then bam! Y’all have some nice conversation, Mitch making sure to keep the attention off him and his job and do some information digging about you. School you went to, parents, hobbies, etc

He’s also scarfing down the ribs and such, you’re probably going to send him with food home tbh. He looks like he’ll need it

After that it’s really wraps, like it destined for y’all to be real friends! Once he gets sent home with the plastic tupper (we don’t give guests the glass in case we don’t get shit back) we all know he’ll be back again

Then starts the tradition of Mitch eating at your place for like once a week that later gets bumped up to like 3 times a week. At some point your forgetting ingredients and maybe text Mitch about it, funny thing is he’s at the liquor store getting alcohol you might like since beer isn’t always going to cut it. He texted back what you need, and when he arrives he hands you what you need. This man stopped next door to the Shop Rite to get you the stuff…. Eventually I feel like he just buys your groceries since he eat EATS with all the work he puts in

Friendship established

Y’all been shooting the shit for a while until there’s an emotional shift…. Lets say he’s having an episode of anger and just shuts down. On top the roof brooding and shit, it’s Katrina in another nightmare, him walk my himself with a panic attack, Stan up his ass, he just cannot right now. You take an elevator up there to see what’s up. You ask him what’s up, what’s wrong but he just ignores you. And by this point you know he can be a tight lipped lil shit…. But it doesn’t stop you from being there. So you do what you know best about which is just being there

So y’all sit in silence. And maybe you start to ramble to fill the silence, talking about the way your parents did a thing about colors when you were super and didn’t feel like talking. They said numbers “1 was green meaning yes, 2 was red so no to whatever they asked, 3 was yellow so a I’m not sure”.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Silence

“Are you ok to be by yourself?”

Him staring straight ahead

“Do you want me to go?”

A painful hard silence

You respect his wishes and get ready to leave him until you heard a soft “2”, and the. Sit your ass down.

“Ok, so you want silence?”

“…..3”

“Ok, I’ll just sit here and watch the time…. We can get ice cream after….” You were doing your best dammit

Mitch felt a fond feeling some up over him, but didn’t say anything. You guys were up there until it got too damn late and cold. You tell him it’s time to go, and that when he looks at you like LOOKS and it’s just different…. You know he doesn’t want to go, and you understand but you can’t let self sabotage happen

“I get it, life is lifing and shit sucks but even when you’re not ready for the day, it can’t always be night”

This man knows you quoted Kanye

He gives you another long look, and you get up and offer your hand to help him up. He stared up at it… then grabs it to get up and y’all get inside. You two end up eating ice cream sandwiches

Now the seed is planted for feelings to grow… MWAHAHAHAHAAAAA

After that y’all hangout regularly when he’s home, you give him normalcy in his life which he appreciates

He will die on a hill before he admits or even acknowledges the feelings he has for you, lets be real he probably feels like he’s cheating on Katrina and that he’s not here to make friends since he’s a whole ass assassin and whatever. That’s fine, but when he’s wondering what you’re up to, or what’s for dinner, or reminiscing on a joke you made he feels warm and fuzzy and sometimes not as on edge as he usually is on missions

Stan noticed

I don’t think things will turn until he gets home one day at an odd hour of the night like 3am type shit and is bruised over his face. He just wants to lay in bed after taking a nice shower, but nah there’s you in the hall coming back from the club and having fun. You might be tipsy and say hi to Mitch but all that leaves your system once you see his face. *giggles like a school girl kicking her feet*

You’re on him without thinking asking what happened, he’s trying to keep it together and not blow up on you since you’re friends but he really wants to go inside. But you let him and follow him in asking for a first aid kit that he has. And you end up cleaning off his face after he showers, during that time you go to your place and get a first aid kit that is more advanced than his (that spray on band aid shit). Now it's you disinfecting wounds and putting neosporin on them and sealing it. During this time you’re complaining about wtf this man did while he was away, completely ignoring the fact that he’s in a towel. You’re giving him an earful and Mitch is rolling his eyes but not moving much bc when was the last time someone touched him so gently?

He’s probably taking in your clubbing attire while you do this, not in a weird way but like looking at the glitter, the new hair style, etc and putting it to memory

“What the fuck were you doing? Jesus you look like shit”

Cue eye roll and for that you poke a nasty bruise that has his muscles flexing, he grabs your wrist for that

You give him a glare and don’t back down…. He answers with “The government” after that you don’t ask questions. The FBI agent assigned to your phone is probably already on your ass so you don’t need more enemies

You fix him up, tell him to chill out, and then go to leave, but not right before him saying “thank you”

We love a polite man who is in denial about having feelings, and you not acting in them bc Mitch is like a blank slate to read when he really wants to be

So like the way y’all talk about feelings and decide to get together and shit is not my forte, and breaking down his walls to talk about Katrina and the nature of his work to a degree that doesn’t scare you off. And his work on being emotionally available to you since he now cares for you more than he can admit

But we KNOW this man is a complete softie

Once he loves he LOVES, no question about it. And once you gain that, you have him for life

Fuck even if he’s been away for an assignment for months at a time, he’d probably head back to your apartment rather than his…. He knows where home is

He might not be the type to declare his love for you verbally all the time, but he shows it through actions like remembering the brand of stuff you like. Bringing you dessert or picking up food for you when work has been bullshit. Maybe not a gourmet meal for breakfast in bed (he can cook but like take your expectations, he can throw down for breakfast tho and make good ass sandwiches), but he will give you the rest of the milk for the cereal. Do the dishes, trash duty, put furniture together, wait for you outside till you get off work and drive you home. And even tidy around if he sees you don’t have the time

And when things get more serious put you as an authorized user on his card without telling you. You’ll just find that shit in your Apple Wallet

He’d keep the loving touches at home but he’s a cuddle bug, loyal to a fault, and loves to spend time at home with you. Home dates are a must, but he does love a good date night to see you dressed up

He would grow to love the domestic nature of your relationship and that’s what this man needs besides a copious amount of therapy

You’d also find out that he’s a nerd, but like undercover. I feel like he’d be a Nightwing or Red Hood fan from DC, and other comics from his childhood shows as well

He’s protective, smart, probably would talk to you about getting an air tag or some government tracking thing in case of emergencies. Then maybe take you on a gun date to teach you some self defense which probably goes wrong because you’re a CIVILIAN and that punch came too fast at you and you screamed and ducked while covering your eyes. He feels bad now, but now knows to take it to baby steps

Your assassin boyfriend has your best interest at heart, promise

A/N: I do be writing for black readers iykyk, but here is just very general.... Let me get to the tomfoolery next time babes (like Mitch helping you take down the braids)

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ragweed98 · 2 years

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Mitch Rapp X Reader oneshot

Warnings: massive sexual tension build up??

Y/n snuck into the warehouse where Rapp was being held hostage, arms handcuffed and secured overhead, though whoever had gotten lucky enough to capture him wasn't smart enough to secure his feet so he just stood there.

Y/n, seeing he's too tall to reach comes to the conclusion that she's got to climb him to pick the handcuffs.

"Sorry in advance for this Rapp, but I'm too short"

"What are you--" Mitch gets cut off as you jump up and climb him as professionally as possible, locking your ankles around his waist.

As you start to pick the handcuffs ignoring the awkward angle you jokingly think to yourself that Mitch at least has to keep his hands to himself until you hear a snicker from him. Looking down, he glances up, the briefest flash of mischief crosses his face and then he lets out a small groan, his head hanging back, exposing his throat to you. You bring two fingers down to his pulse point, hand partially wrapping around his throat but his heartbeat seems normal, if not a little on the fast side. Adrenaline or biological toxin tests, you think bringing your hand back up to work the cuffs.

Still wary of your surroundings you ask Mitch if they drugged him at all, his only answer was another small moan but then his head came up and fell forward. You blushed as Rapp face planted into your chest, though you managed to hold your composer, asking him what he thought they'd drugged him with. Suddenly you felt little kisses along the tops your breasts, then a little sucking sensation causing you to slide down Mitch in surprise. He groaned at the loss of contact both above and below and you glared up at him as you hiked yourself back up his mountain of muscle to finish picking his handcuffs and extract him.

"Now is not the time" you whisper yelled at him.

"So there's a right time?" Mitch asked innocently.

"You know perfectly well this is a professional relationship and we can't do anything about anything, there!" As you took the handcuffs off one of his wrists, slipping it out of the chain to unlock the other one at ground level Rapps hands came down before you could climb off, wrapping around your thighs and slammed you into the wall nearby.

"Is this okay?" He asked, breathing heavily, digging his fingers deep into your legs like he was holding himself back from things you never even even dreamed of.

Your brain function was atruggling to remember to breath as you managed to start to answer him, "Mitch I didn't clear the area, this was a stealth mission I -"

Soft lips cut you off and you melted into his hard body, knowing all the spots that made him tick from the countless hours of tension filled sparring together.

As you threaded your fingers into his hair, he leaned into you, released your legs to snap both handcuffs onto your wrists and fold his fingers with yours to force them over your head.

"I assume you only "needed" my help when it suited you?" You cocked an eyebrow at him for getting the second cuff off without you noticing, though you would admit you may have been unfocused and let it slip past.

"I guess so" he smirked

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maddie0101 · 4 months

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Summary Stan teaches Mitch a lesson that may have an impact on the two ex-best friends amending their relationship. Meanwhile, Mitch finds out one of Addison’s biggest secrets.

Warnings: cussing, violence, tension.

Word Count: 2,289k

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Fluttering her eyelashes as she blinks in disbelief and shock, Addison stares at the doorway. Her heart races as she tries to process what just happened. Not the way I expected that to go...

Shaking out of her racing thoughts, running wild through her anxious mind, Addy sighs before heading out of the homestead to meet with the rest of the recruits.

As she steps outside, the crisp morning air washes over her face, sending a shiver down her spine. The morning sun casts a golden glow over the lush greenery, illuminating the dew twinkling in the grass. Addy takes a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves.

I can't believe her. Mitch scoffs as he trails behind Alex, replaying the reunion over and over again. Why the hell would she do that?

"Stop." Alex's voice causes Mitch to halt in his tracks; as he looks around, he realizes they're standing in a small clearing, encircled by towering pine trees.

"Wha—here?" Mitch questions, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Alex nods, confirming Mitch's question. Suddenly, a twig snaps behind them, causing both of them to turn their heads and spot several recruits walking in their direction.

Mitch's eyes darted to the right and hardened upon the sight of the only female approaching the group. However, as Addison strode over with confidence, Mitch's gaze softened slightly, scanning over her features and small frame as he took the time admire her beauty.

Addison had always been stunning, but Mitch was too preoccupied with impressing Katrina to notice what was right in front of him.

Katrina was the type of girl who always had a flock of admirers around her. She was smart, beautiful, and had a magnetic personality that drew people towards her. Mitch had been crushing on her for months, and he couldn't believe his luck when she finally agreed to go out with him.

However, Addison had been his best friend since childhood and had always been supportive of him. Mitch had never considered her in a romantic way, until a few days before Katrina agreed to go out with him. Of course he never got to act upon his feelings because of the events that followed that night, but he always thought she was beautiful.

Even as Mitch gazed at her from afar, he couldn't help but notice Addison's angelic beauty. Her long, luscious curls were meticulously pulled back into a sleek ponytail, accentuating her sharp facial features and high cheekbones. She was dressed in a snug grey tank top that hugged her curves and a pair of form-fitting leggings that complemented her toned legs. Mitch couldn't help but be mesmerized by her stunning blue eyes that seemed to sparkle.

From a distance, Mitch's gaze was fixed on Addison, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her ethereal beauty. Her long, voluminous curls were carefully tied back into a sleek ponytail, framing her sharp facial features and high cheekbones perfectly. She was dressed in a snug grey tank top that clung to her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned physique, and a pair of form-fitting leggings that highlighted her athletic legs, giving her an alluring appeal.

Mitch couldn't help but be mesmerized by her stunning blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. He found himself lost in them for what felt like hours, unable to tear his gaze away from her captivating beauty. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away and nothing else existed except for the two of them. Mitch felt a warmth spread through his chest as he realized that he was falling for her all over again, but the betrayal twisted something in his heart and made him furious. He couldn't believe that she had lied to him. He had trusted her with his heart. Mitch took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew he needed to talk to her and get some answers, but he didn't want to right now. He was still angry.

Shit. Mitch cussed in his head. He couldn't help but appreciate how gracefully she had aged over the years, becoming even more captivating and mesmerizing since the last time he'd seen her. His heart seemed to flutter in his chest as she met his gaze from afar, awakening an old feeling.

Now, seeing her again after all these years, he couldn't help but wonder what could have been. Would they still have been best friends? Would him and Katrina have ended up together still? Or would it have been Addy on the beach instead of Katrina.

Snapping his dazed orbs over to a figure behind him, Mitch lifted his gaze up to Stan; handing over a knife, Stan laid the cold metal in the recruit's hands.

"Kill me." Stan ordered, watching as Mitch's gaze hardened.

Pressing her lips together as she folded her arms over her chest Addison watched as Mitch suddenly jumped forward, taking a jab at Stan. Quickly the ex-navy seal caught Mitch's hand and twisted his arm, causing Mitch to let out a pained groan as Stan then flipped him over. Landing on the dirt with a groan, Mitch growled as the cold metal of the blade pricked his neck.

"People think you can slice a man's throat like this," Stan spoke, glancing between the recruits circled around. "That's only in the movies."

Shoving the blade further onto Mitch's neck at the base of his throat, Stan whispered, "Right there." Placing his hand on top of the hilt of the knife, Hurley pushed down a bit harder as Mitch wriggled uncomfortably below him, resulting in Addy to hold her breath as Hurley glanced up.

"Do. No noise, no mess." Mitch's eyes fixated on the older man as he slowly lifted himself off. The new recruit's chest heaved with each breath as he tried to catch his breath, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Sighing before pushing himself up and off of the ground, Mitch let out an exasperated sigh as he caught Addy's mischievous expression, her tongue slowly darting over her lower lip in an attempt to suppress a grin.

Dusting the dirt off his arms as Stan tosses the knife to the dirt below, Mitch looks between the group as Hurley barks, "Victor, you're up."

Unfolding her arms as her gaze meets with her father's, Addy steps closer to the two as Victor bends down to grab the knife.

Not even a split second later, Victor jumps forward and attempts to stab at Mitch. Managing to dodge each attempt, Mitch shoots his hand out and catches Victor's before he can stab him. Using his upper body strength, Mitch hurls the man over his shoulder and slams him onto the ground.

Addy's eyebrows furrow as she watches the two, slightly amused. Didn't expect that...The girl thought to herself as she observed Mitch throw the knife to the side. Needles prick the girl's neck as her cheeks tinted a slight hue of red. Stop it. Addy scolds herself, unsuccessfully ripping her eyes away from Mitch's muscular and toned arms.

"What the fuck, man." Victor shot Mitch a glare as he pushed himself up. "Who grabs a fucking blade?"

Mitch shifted on his other foot as he flickered gaze between Victor and his ex-best friend, watching amused. As Mitch moved his tongue along the lower part of his lip, his deep brown eyes wandered towards the girl standing at a distance. Addison's intense stare caught his attention, making him pause for a moment.

A small smirk tugged on Addy's lips as Victor caught Mitch off-guard, landing a punch to the recruit's jaw. Groaning as he stumbled back, Mitch caught himself before he could hit the dirt. Feeling the anger bubbling inside his chest as Victor smiled and glanced over to Addison, Mitch quickly jumped forward and wrapped his hands around Victor's waist and slammed him to the ground below.

Addy pressed her lips together in amusement as she cocked her head to the side. Okay, that was kinda hot. She admitted to herself.

Climbing on top of Victor, Mitch raised his fist into the air and punched the man. Anger seemed to replace any other emotion he had as he repeatedly smacked Victor's face. Groans and grunts escaped the two as Victor got the upper hand and flipped them over, but unsuccessfully, Mitch squirmed out of his grasp and, once again, started to beat the other recruit repeatedly.

Addison's eyebrows knitted together as she watched the man she once knew be consumed by nothing but anger. Her heart sunk into her stomach as she realized that he must have gone through something traumatizing to end up this way.

If she was being honest with herself, it broke a part of her soul that she wasn't there for him. Maybe if she had been there, then he wouldn't be like this?

Finally managing to throw Mitch off, Victor mirrors his fellow recruit as the two circle each other. "Come on, you fucking pussy. Let's go!" Victor shouted as he grew angrier.

Lifting her gaze to meet Hurley's, Addy nods as she understands her father's silent exchange. The girl sighs to as she steps forward, swinging her leg back.

As if he doesn't already hate me.

Bringing her leg down, Addy uses all her strength and kicks Mitch's leg out from under him; causing Mitch to let out a groan of pain as he falls onto his back. Guilt creeps up in Addy's chest as Victor bends down over Mitch to land a punch to his jaw.

Thank you, Dad. Honestly. Addison scoffs, shaking her head as she rolls her eyes.

"You gotta have eyes in the back of your head."

Grunts and groans escape from the two as they continue fighting. Glancing back up to her father as she keeps her arms crossed over her chest, Addy sighs once more as she reaches behind her and grabs the cold metal resting in her waistband.

Anger boils inside of Mitch's chest as he attempts to push Victor off, but a sudden gunshot right above his head catches him off guard, causing him to lose his footing and slip as he yelps at the loud boom.

"You flinch, you die." Hurley declares as he circles the two fighting on the ground. "Orion is about the mission. It ain't about you."

Grunting as he finally manages to get the upper hand, Mitch pulls Victor into a headlock. Addison shifts onto the other foot as she watches Victor's face turn red, unsuccessfully attempting to escape from Mitch's tight grasp. Attempting to tap out, Victor desperately tries to suck in a breath, but Mitch doesn't let up.

"You go down out there, you're a ghost; you don't exist." Hurley continues his speech, "There's nobody, nobody coming back for you.

Finally easing up and letting the man breathe, Mitch spits the metallic taste out of his mouth as he rises to stand, quickly glancing over to Addy. Really? Mitch shoots her a glare, irritated she took part in the fight.

"You're about to be captured." Stan lowers his voice, reaching behind his back to pull his pistol out. Lifting the gun to his open mouth, Hurley places the barrel inside his mouth, causing Addison to roll her eyes at his dramatics.

The gun clicks as Mitch watches with his eyebrows furrowed. This guy is fucking insane.

"Bye-bye." Stan whispers as he turns to meet Addison's disapproving gaze.

He's such a drama queen. Addy rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Glancing to the side just in time to see Mitch wipe his chin and spit a mouth full of blood out, Addison grimaces as Mitch avoids the eyes burning into his skull.

"Everyone but Quinn, head back to the barracks." Hurley ordered, glancing between the group before they split.

Swallowing the lump in her throat as Mitch walked past, shooting her a glare, Addison waited as footsteps grew distant till she walked up to her father.

Sighing as his gaze softened upon settling his eyes on his daughter, Stan's waited a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He whispered softly. "We didn't get to have our talk this morning."

Shaking her head as she couldn't seem to rip her gaze away from the dirt below, Addison scoffs as she fights back the tears burning in her eyes. "He hates me." Her voice cracked as she looked up to the sky, shaking her head.

"He doesn't hate you, Addy." Hurley pressed his lips together, watching his daughter with a heartbroken gaze. "It's my fault, if anything, but I had to keep you safe."

Addison sighed as she finally met her father's gaze, "I know, Dad. I can't thank you enough for being there. I don't know what I would've done. I understand why, but it still hurts knowing that I've destroyed a bit of myself and Mitch."

Mitch's eyebrows furrow as the hard bark of the tree presses into his back. Shock and disbelief etch their way across his dark features as he listens in on Addison and Stan's conversation.

Hurley is her dad? Wtf.

What the hell happened back when we were teenagers? Mitch wondered.

Furrowing his eyebrows as their conversation became inaudible, Mitch hesitantly peered behind the trees covering his position. As his eyes land on the two Hurleys, Mitch's gaze softens as he watches Stan pull his daughter into a hug.

Not only was he the new punching bag and victim, he was now also a target for Stan. Slowly piecing together the puzzle, Mitch starts to understand why Addison is here in the first place.

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Author’s note:

Hi babes! Finally over my little writing slump. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! My writing is gradually getting better, haha.

Do ya’ll like the red/black gradient text? Or should I just change it to all red. (I don't want anyone having trouble reading it so please let me know if you think I should change it!

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