There was a guitarist who was supposed to come in and couldn’t make it. Ryan, who is an engineer in the studio, says I can see if Mitch can come down. He came in and he was just a monster. The second day he couldn’t come down because he had to do a shift in the pizza shop. The thing with Mitch is that something felt so new to me – he was someone else who had never done it before. He was working in a pizza shop and had never been in a studio. It felt like we had each other to walk out together. He was someone who had no preconceptions about me or who I was or anything and he’s a legend. Now he’s one of my closest friends.
Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING
Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write.
I LOVE MITCH THEY’RE SO ADORABLE HARRY JUST WALKS UP TO HIM AND PUTS GLASSES ON HIS FACE AND THEN THEY JUST SIT AND SMILE AT EACH OTHER AND HARRY STRIPS DOWN WHEN MITCH IS KILLING A GUITAR BIT AND EVERYONE POINTS AT HARRY TO TRY AND MAKE MITCH LAUGH AND THEN HARRY GOT MITCH A HAND MADE GUITAR AND MITCH WAS LIKE “WELL I LOVED YOU BEFORE THIS” AND THEN HE GAVE HARRY A GUITAR AND SAID SOMETHING LIKE I NOTICED YOU PLAYED THIS ONE THE MOST AND THEN THEIR HUG WAS SO CUTE AND HARRY WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW NICE IT WAS TO HAVE SOMEONE THERE WHO WAS NEW TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AS WELL AND THEY’RE LIKE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN EVERY FRAME OH GOSH I LOVE THEM HE CLEARLY LOVES AND SUPPORTS HARRY SO MUCH
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female on Male), Unprotected Sex, Extremely Graphic Violence, Very Graphic Deaths, Angst, Physical Torture, Swearing, and your heart might just break.
A/N: I was definitely not expecting this fic to take the turn it does but, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Shoutout to my ultimate homie @stilinski-jpeg for letting me pester her with ideas and helping me decide which ones to add to the fic. I love you, sis. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this because, fuck, I sure do.
Mitch Rapp is the ultimate secret agent this world has ever seen — James Bond doesn’t even come close enough to compare to him. Ever since Katrina’s death, he has completely dedicated his life to clearing the planet of terrorists. He fights crime, kills bad guys and saves innocent lives on a daily basis. The CIA has even gone as far as to call Mitch Rapp the perfect weapon, capable and skilled beyond imagination.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the scariest and most badass villain out there, very well known all over the world for her vicious crimes. Stealing, kidnapping, making a fortune off the black market, torturing her enemies and, especially, brutally killing are some of her many specialties. People around the planet talk about and even fear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for what she has already done and what she is planning on doing next.
So, you’d think that when Mitch Rapp was assigned to eliminate this particular target who has caused enough chaos around her, he would’ve immediately killed her the first chance he got, right?
“Ugh, it’s so good. I’m so happy.” You threw your head back in ecstasy as Mitch watched you and grinned. “How’s your burger?”
“Really good.” He crumbled into a fit of laughter as you took another massive bite from your SmokeShack Shake Shack burger. You were sitting across the repurposed wooden table in the crowded restaurant in the depths of New York’s Penn Station when you saw your phone vibrate with a text notification. You slid it over to Mitch. He didn’t have a phone and he was using yours to get in touch with his brother. “Steve is going to meet us at Cipriani Club 55 downtown in three hours. He left a key with his doorman for us to get in and drop off our stuff.” Mitch read the text message on your iPhone, closed it, and slid it back over to you across the table. “What do you want to do for three hours before dinner?”
“Have sex.” You said in a normal speaking tone, eliciting a look from the construction worker sitting next to you eating his own burger. You stared straight at Mitch with a smirk.
“I don’t understand what we are still doing here eating burgers then…” Mitch also ignored the close vicinity of the other burger-eating patrons. You laughed hard. He loved seeing you so carefree and happy. “Should we go?” You nodded and grabbed your bag. “The cabs are upstairs?” Mitch hadn’t been to Penn Station since college, and couldn’t remember the layout.
“Oh, honey, we’re not taking a cab. You’re with a New Yorker. We take the subway.”
“You are so smug right now.” Mitch laughed and pecked you on the lips.
It’s cute fluff this time (no horrible sad zombie AU which I hate but can’t stop thinking about.)
SUMMARY: Jonas is in his second or third year of marine biology at university. He and Mitch live in an apartment together. Uhhh also Mitch is making some pretty sweet dough from selling drugs by now???
A/N: A lot of this is based off of personal experiences with friends taking me to clubs with them and such. I outlined this in some sort of post-club stupor at 4:30am last week, and I guess I decided to actually finish an idea for once???
Also, this is my first time trying to write in present tense??? It feels super weird to do, but I hope it reads okay!