Summary: In which a football game with all of the Avengers helps you determine who’s the better Rogers.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word Count: 2,212
A/N: This one is especially written for the forever beautiful @beccaanne814-blog ! Becca, my love, I hope you are having an amazing day because that’s exactly what you deserve. I’m so grateful to have you in my life and I hope you enjoy this!
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?“ You counter, lips tilting up into a smirk.
“Okay.” Steve shrugs, adjusting the sleeves of the red shirt that was made especially for this occasion. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Y/N!” Tony yells from across the field. He has his arms crossed over his chest and his frown is visible even from this distance. “Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”
Prompt: She was the sun and he was the moon. She was light and he was darkness. She was love and he was incapable of it.
Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cum on Face/Body, Titty Fuck, Fingering, Swearing, Violence, Rough Sex, Fluffy Sex, Badass!Reader, Multiple Descriptive Deaths, and Unprotected Sex (Cover your stump before you hump).
Word Count: 7,833 (I decided to write two different smut scenes in this one fic and it’s so worth it because one’s hella hot and the other’s super emotional)
A/N: Ever since the trailer came out, my fingers have been itching to write something about Mitch Rapp but I just couldn’t come up with any ideas. And then Jaymes Young released this single from the heavens above (God bless) and inspiration hit me like a fucking truck.
P.s. This is definitely in my top 5 favorite fics I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it as much as I do.
With a mixture of determination inside of anger (and even lust), Mitch Rapp let out a strangled grunt as he tackled (Y/N) onto the ground for the millionth time tonight. It’s been hours since he started training her and by the look of exhaustion on her face, he could tell she was incredibly sick of it. Her face was scrunched up and she bit down on her bottom lip, but not in the way he was used to seeing when he was slamming into her and fucking the gorgeous girl senseless. She was tired and annoyed, her features scrunching up because she was in pain and her lip being tugged in between her teeth to keep from yelling at the man hovering over her.
“Come, on (Y/N).” Mitch sighed when she gave a pathetic attempt of getting him off of her. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”
“That’s because I’m not. I’m tired and I just want this to be over already.” She retorted, not even hiding her temper. The usually bubbly and happy girl was irritated and sore, beyond ready to take a soothing shower to relax all of her aching muscles.
“Well, if this were a real fight your wishes would’ve certainly been granted by now.” He replied, not making any effort to get off of her.
“Really?” She asked.
“Yes, because you’d be dead.”
“Fighting back is too hard.” She groaned, letting her head fall onto the floor as she shut her eyelids in an attempt to rest. “Maybe I’d be better off dead considering it requires less work.”
“Hey, open your eyes.” Mitch stated, getting a hold of her chin in his calloused hand and she reluctantly obliged. “Being dead is not the better option and you know it. Now, defend yourself and push me off of you.”
“I can’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, sighing. “I’m too tired.”
“This isn’t a suggestion. This is an order.” The assassin commanded, a stream of lust rushing through her body as an immediate reaction. “Do as I say, (Y/N).”
“I’m not one of your recruits, Mitch.” The young woman bit down on her lip and he instantly noticed the lustful meaning behind it. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Princess, I already am.” Rapp smirked, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of her continuing to chew on her bottom lip. “Push. Me. Off.”
(Y/N) shook her head as a smirk appeared on her mouth and it made Mitch’s heart stop from how alluring she looked. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips plump and swollen, her eyes playful as they stared up at him, her soft hair sprawled out on the floor and even the sweat accumulated on her forehead made her glow beautifully. He has yet to admit it and there’s a good chance he never will, but this girl beneath him had Mitch completely wrapped around her finger.
After Katrina, his entire world fell apart. His first love’s death ended up creating a gaping hole inside of Rapp’s heart. He tried to heal himself with anything he could find, but his wound just continued to bleed. Food, alcohol, drugs, sex, violence and eventually revenge were different ways the young man seeked to bandage himself up. But, the bleeding still managed to ooze through. That is, until he met her.
(Y/N) waltzed into his life unexpectedly and did the one thing he couldn’t even do for himself. Without knowing it, she reached into his wounds and pulled the core of the pain that was holding him to his dreadful past out and destroyed it, showing Rapp how to make peace and find the balance he was so desperately looking for.
“You need to stop biting your lip or you’ll find yourself getting fucked mercilessly by me in a matter of seconds.” Mitch warned her, (Y/N)’s core already drenching her laced panties. “So, unless you want that, you need to stop biting your fucking lip.”
She didn’t say anything, she just prepared herself for the intense fun that was about to come as she stared him straight in the eye and bit her lip one last time.
Mitch immediately snapped and his mouth was crashing on hers in seconds, just like he promised. He lifted himself slightly so he could open her legs before him and fit himself in between them as her hands flew to his long and silky hair, her lips deepening their passionate kiss so she could push her tongue inside of his warm mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back her moans at how skillful and dominant he was with his tongue, glad that they were already on the floor and she didn’t have to worry about falling down from how weak her knees felt. When they both needed to breathe, Rapp bit down on her bottom lip (because he had been wanting to do that all night) and pulled before completely letting go for their lungs to catch the air they were begging for.
His hands flew to the over sized shirt she was wearing, that just so happened to be his, and didn’t even think twice before effortlessly ripping it apart. A gasp emitted from her throat and he simply smirked before lifted her back off of the floor to reach behind and unclasp her bra, he would’ve happily torn that apart as well but he knew she wouldn’t like it. After pulling down the straps, (Y/N)’s bra was flung across his apartment and neither one of them cared enough to see where it could’ve possibly landed.
Mitch’s lips instantly wrapped around one of her breasts, his tongue flicking her perky nipple, and (Y/N) arched her body into his bare chest. She immediately moaned when she felt his hard bulge poke the inside of her thigh and she knew that from how turned on they both were, this would be over faster than it even started. Just as Rapp bit down on her nipple and a strangled whimper fell from her lips, one of (Y/N)’s hands moved to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled at it so that her other hand could push past both it and his boxers. As soon as her hand wrapped around his erection, Mitch hummed in appreciation against her breast causing vibrations to immediately shoot throughout her entire body and land in her aching core.
(Y/N) tightened her grip on him before slowly pumping Mitch’s shaft and he had to actually stop giving (Y/N) her share of pleasure because there was so much of it flooding inside of him that he couldn’t concentrate. Mitch rested his head on her bare chest and allowed her to continue working on him, occasionally thrusting his hips into her hand to let her know he wanted her to move a little faster. The sight of him drowning in his own desire in front of her was enough to make (Y/N) come undone right there, but she held back as much as she could. It was when Mitch moaned again against her that she knew she needed him fucking her as soon as possible.
“Mitch, I need you baby.” She mewled and the young man’s cock twitched at the sound alone.
Even though his body screamed at him for it, he placed his hand on her arm and pulled her grip off of his cock. But, she managed to swipe up the leaking precum from his tip before he did and she instinctively brought the salty liquid up to her mouth, gladly sucking on her finger. Rapp’s own finger traced down her stomach to the hem of her soaking panties and even though her body was extremely heated and sweaty from their training session, his touch left goosebumps on her skin. Pulling down her panties with both of his hands and placing it on the floor beside them, the next to go were his sweatpants followed by his boxers.
(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the dark hair below his stomach before they trailed down to his erection, the sight of Mitch’s red and swollen tip making her lick her lips. The assassin’s hands gripped harshly onto her thighs and spread them apart before lining himself at her entrance and slamming in without giving her as much as a warning. (Y/N) screamed in response, her body arching up, and Mitch didn’t even wait for her to adjust before already thrusting into her warmth. It was a good thing she was incredibly lubricated from how turned on she was as he fucked her rapidly, both seeking their release as fast as they could.
Rapp looked down at her bouncing tits then to their connecting bodies and moaned at the delicious sight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. (Y/N)’s own eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on the orgasm she knew would soon be arriving. Even though the sound of his skin slapping against hers was loud and wet, (Y/N) surprisingly loved the feeling of his balls slamming against her ass repeatedly along with the familiar and amazing feeling of his thick width stretching her tight walls. Knowing she was undoubtedly close to her peak, Mitch brought one of his hands down to her clit and began rubbing furiously in sync with his pounding. (Y/N) immediately screamed, the overwhelming pleasure too much on her and in a matter of seconds a flash of heat spread throughout her. He continued pressing, circling and flicking her nub and she couldn’t find the will to stop the pornographic noises that rose in her throat from escaping as she dissolved into his skilled hand.
It took everything Rapp had in him not to cum right when she did and clenched around him, his self control insanely impressive. The moment she finished getting down from her high and gripped onto his shoulders to tell him to stop, Mitch did and ignored the throbbing in his dick as he pulled out. Pushing away the sleepiness that threatened to take over her from just having a mind blowing orgasm, (Y/N) grabbed his hips and guided Rapp to place his cock wet with her juices in between her breasts. He understood what she was offering him and he smiled smugly at her. The beautiful woman pressed her breasts together around him to create a tighter environment and he began to thrust. From the mixture of how good it felt to fuck in between her breasts, watch her close her eyes and bite down on her extremely swollen lips, and the fact that he was already near his orgasm, it didn’t take long for Mitch to reach it.
After a few quick thrusts, his tip released hot cum as his body accepted the unbelievable pleasure that came with it. (Y/N) was caught by surprise when his liquid coated not only her chest, but her chin and a bit even managed to reach her bottom lip. However, she certainly didn’t hate it. Actually quite the opposite, to be exact. As Rapp came back down from his euphoria, she licked her bottom lip and enjoyed his taste on her tongue.
Bringing his hand over to his torn short on the floor, Mitch used the leftover fabric to clean up the mess he created on her body. She smiled up at him at his sudden kindness, but failed to notice the light blush painting his cheeks. The warmth she caused on his skin similar to the warmth she sparked inside of him. Mitch Rapp was a cold, distant and emotionless man before her. His entire purpose was to destroy and kill, never feeling the need to go beyond that. However, (Y/N) went out of her way to show him he wasn’t just a weapon nor a machine, but an actual human. She was the sun that brightened his life when he didn’t even know what light looked like anymore. She shined on him and, Mitch being the moon, he reflected the light she gave him.
The heartbreaking part is he will never allow himself to accept the fact that he was falling for her thanks to his concern of not being able to get back up. It’s not that she won’t catch him, he’s certain she would, it’s the fact that as his feelings for her grow so does his fear of losing her. That’s the biggest problem about loving someone: the vulnerability. As soon as someone becomes an important part of your life, it’s agonizing to know that they can be snatched away at any moment.
That’s why Mitch Rapp doesn’t do love because he doesn’t tolerate chance or risks. He’s an assassin and he’s trained to be objective, analytical, cold, and logical. All things love does not consist of.
“Alright,” Mitch cleared his throat, standing from the floor and picking up his clothes. “Five minute break and then we’re back to training.”
“What?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up as he dressed himself.
“You heard me.” Rapp stated, walking over to where he spotted her bra and tossed it to her. “You had your break, now it’s time to get back to work.”
“Mitch, I don’t want to train anymore.” She disagreed, but put on both her panties and bra nonetheless.
“I don’t care.” He shrugged. “We’re not finishing until you get it right.”
(Y/N) knew that there was no point in trying to get herself out of this one, Mitch was too persistent. She simply sighed before walking over to his bedroom and approaching his wardrobe to grab a shirt and leggings out of the drawer that was specifically separated for her clothes. She heard the sound of his feet patting against the hardwood floor as he also entered his bedroom and made his way over to his bed to grab the shirt that was laying amongst the sheets. In complete silence, the two finished dressing themselves before Rapp turned around to look at her as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Do I at least have time to take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked, slightly annoyed.
“What’s the point if you’re just gonna get sweaty again?” Mitch questioned and she immediately huffed, walking back out into the living room. He sensed he had said something that ticked her off, but he couldn’t exactly understand what or why.
“What is it?” He asked, following her.
“Nothing.” She shook her head, pulling the hair tie on her wrist off so she could put her messy hair up in a ponytail. “Let’s just get this over with already.”
“Fine by me.” Mitch shrugged.
The moment she finished fixing her hair, the assassin charged towards her. (Y/N) immediately reacted and dodged his first attempt to wrap his strong arms around her shoulder, but failed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Using his free hand, Rapp grabbed her other wrist and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t use her hands anymore. Forcing her to use another method of defense and she instantly turned her body so her back was against his chest and his hands were twisted awkwardly, making it hard for him to be the one with the edge. She thought she had it all figured out until Mitch, suddenly, used the situation he was in to his advantage and locked her into his hold by pressing his arms against her chest and forcing his on her back.
“Okay, okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “You made your point, I’ll use another tactic. Let me out.”
“No, you never know what awful situation you’ll find yourself in.” Rapp stated. “Get yourself out.”
With anger striking inside of her, (Y/N) used her elbow to nudge it into his stomach and her lover immediately grunted in reaction. The small distraction was enough to allow her to free herself and she smiled proudly when she did.
“See? You can do this.” Mitch smirked, rubbing the area she just hurt before approaching the kitchen and pulling out a knife from its stand. “Here.” He said, handing her the knife. “Attack me.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” (Y/N) sighed, looking up at him with narrow eyes.
“This is ridiculous.”
“Just, do it.” Rapp commanded. “I’ll be fine, you won’t hurt me.”
“I know I won’t hurt you. It’s me I’m worried about.” She explained, the knife being awkwardly held in her hand. “What if I slip up and cut myself?”
“I won’t let that happen.” Mitch spread his feet and planted them on the floor. “Now, come on.”
(Y/N) took a deep breath, then, rushed towards him with the knife raised in the air. She tried to attack him through a surprising angle, but being the expert that he is, Mitch easily saw it coming. Effortlessly knocking her arm with his, the knife fell to the ground and the sound of the metal loudly clanging against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. (Y/N) expected Mitch to stop there and show her what she had done wrong, but instead he grabbed her waist and slammed her up against the nearest wall. The air in her lungs instantly being knocked out from the sudden force as her head harshly hit the wall and she didn’t even try to hide how it hurt her.
“Seriously?” Rapp scoffed. “That was the stupidest method you could’ve used. Anyone in there right mind would’ve seen it coming.”
“Get off of me.” She demanded, pushing his arms off of her body but failing.
“No, listen to me-”
“No, you listen to me, Mitch.” (Y/N) angrily interrupted, pushing his arms again and this time he actually let go. “I’m tired and I’m sore. You just fucking hurt me and didn’t even notice it because you’re too obsessive with this shit.”
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, genuinely upset with himself for causing her pain. “But you have to learn.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t want to learn to be an assassin like you.”
It was a simple comment, never made to hurt him and, yet, it did. Mitch was slightly taken aback, but managed to clear his throat before speaking in favor of his case.
“I’m not teaching you to be an assassin.” He stated. “I’m teaching you to defend yourself in case you ever need to.”
“Why would I need to?” (Y/N) questioned loudly. “I’m not constantly in dangerous situations like you.”
But you could be. Mitch thought to himself, considering the possibilities of his enemies ever finding out that his biggest weakness was the girl standing right before him.
“Jesus Christ, Mitch, I’m a wedding planner!” She continued, now pacing the area in front of him. “I promote love, not violence!”
“You’re not promoting violence!” Mitch responded, now shouting along with her. “You just have to be safe! Because I don’t want anything to ha-”
The assassin instantly stopped himself before he could go any further. But, (Y/N) certainly wasn’t having any of it. Mitch Rapp was about to say something he felt for the first time since they met and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.
“Anything to what?!” She questioned, taking a step towards him. “Finish your sentence, Mitch.”
Frustration boiled inside of her when he refused to say anything, instead his hard eyes remained on hers as her blood heated up. (Y/N) was tired of this lifestyle they had together where he denied any bit of feelings towards her and they pretended like that was okay. She knew he was a hard person to crack, but she also knew that deep down he definitely felt something for her. Every question she’s ever had about them invaded her thoughts all at once and she seriously thought her head would explode. Until, finally, her temper and patience did.
“What are we?” She asked, feeling small and vulnerable. However, once again, Rapp failed to speak. “Mitch!”
His problem solving abilities searched through every bit of knowledge he had achieved over the years in order to fix this, but his mind couldn’t find anything to help him. This wasn’t the type of issue that could be solved logically or without any emotion and Mitch was terrified of it. On one hand, he could tell her the truth about his love for her (but that means starting a relationship with her which could end up getting her killed) or he could just lie.
As much as it pained him, Mitch Rapp chose the second option.
“Nothing.” He stated, watching as she shattered into pieces. “We’re nothing.”
“So, you’re telling me that every night we spend together wrapped into each other’s arms is nothing?” (Y/N) began, not caring that he could see tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Or how I have a drawer in your wardrobe specifically for my clothes since I’m constantly here with you because we’re nothing? You’re telling me that my definition of home no longer being a place, but actually being you is a result of nothing?”
Mitch only thought of his answers and didn’t dare say them, the main one consisting of: Of course not, there’s no way you could be just nothing when you’re everything to me.
“Mitch, I need you to be honest with me. Please, don’t hold back.” She requested, her heart beating faster in fear of the answer to the question she was about to ask. “Am I just an easy fuck to you?”
His cold heart sunk into his stomach and was instantly consumed by the agonizing acid, the pain he felt from her incorrect assumption greater than any broken bone or bullet wound he’s ever received. Mitch didn’t have the capacity to respond and (Y/N) interpretated the tense silence as an answer.
She was well aware that Rapp believed he was incapable of love and, in the time they spent together, she desperately tried to show him he was wrong. And, yet, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough, she thought.
With a heavy heart, (Y/N) walked over to the door to his apartment and put on her shoes that were resting on the welcome mat. As soon as she finished, she opened the front door and looked back at him one last time.
“Mitch, I know you’re not whole after everything that’s ever happened to you.” She sobbed. “But, you can’t fix yourself by breaking me.”
(Y/N) didn’t even bother staying to hear what he could possibly say, if he even had it in him to say anything at all, she simply walked out of the door as Mitch watched her leave. The thing about this girl is that she somehow managed to open the door to his heart again, only to end up closing her own because of him. Rapp was like a deadly virus and he knew it.
The uncontrollable tears escaped her eyes as (Y/N) exited the apartment complex and reached into her pocket to find her cellphone with the intent of calling for an Uber when she realized she was wearing leggings and had left her phone inside of Mitch’s. There was no way she was turning back now and getting it, she’d much rather buy a new one than ever have to go through facing him again. Walking towards any direction, not really caring where she was headed to, (Y/N) sobbed loudly in the dark and lonely streets. A gust of cold wind flew against her and danced on her skin, the young woman shivering in response. However, the shivering because of the cold was nothing compared to the shaking she was about to feel in a matter of seconds.
When (Y/N) least expected it, a loud sound of tires screeching against the asphalt of the road snatched her attention and she turned towards the source. Suddenly, a black car stopped right in front of her and a set of two incredibly large men rushed out of it and charged at her. A mixture of fear and adrenaline attacked her body before they could. (Y/N) immediately moved into action and turned around to run away, but one of the attackers wrapped his strong arms around her. She knew she wasn’t equipped enough to fight them off, now regretting ever disagreeing with Mitch about him training her, and the only chance she had of surviving would be to escape. Just like she did a few minutes ago, (Y/N) pushed her elbow into the stomach of the person holding her but much harder this time. The man gasped when the air was knocked out of him and loosened his grip enough for her to slip out.
Just when she thought she could run away, the other man grabbed her waist and she screamed loudly when he pulled her back towards them. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do next, but she knew that she was absolutely terrified. Her mind immediately thinking about Mitch and all of the times he told her: You can’t rely on other people to swoop in and save you, you have to save yourself. And (Y/N) cried and struggled in the stranger’s grasp, but she knew she couldn’t save herself. It was too late.
The man grabbed her wrists and held it behind her back, pulling out a zip tie from his pocket and locking her hands together. The one she hit had finally managed to recompose himself and, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, he put a dark pillowcase over her head. Everything immediately going to black.
Mitch Rapp paced his living room, constantly running his hand through his strands of dark hair. If this were a cartoon he certainly would’ve created a hole in the hardwood floor by now.
He hated himself for letting her believe she was nothing but a fuck toy to him and how he just let her walk away. He despised that he didn’t know how to deal with the insane amount of emotions pooling inside of him. But, mainly, Rapp loathed that he couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved.
I have to go after her. Mitch thought to himself, rushing towards his bedroom to switch out of his sweatpants and into regular blue jeans. The biggest problem was he had no idea where she could’ve possibly gone. It’s been about twenty minutes since she stormed out which meant she could be anywhere at this point.
An idea struck into his mind and Rapp immediately approached his cellphone on the bed side table, pressing on her contact number and calling her. His nerves danced on his skin as he listened to the rings and waited impatiently for her to pick up when he, suddenly, heard another phone ringing in his bedroom. The sound was muffled and hard to locate its source, but Mitch eventually did. Finding (Y/N)’s cell tangled into the sheets of his bed, his mind realizing she had left without grabbing it first. Rapp let out a groan of frustration before ending the call and throwing his phone on the bed with hers.
There was only one option left: go to her house and hope to God she went there after their fight. Mitch got his car keys and a loaded gun, because the man never left the house without being armed, before slipping on his shoes and walking out of his door. His foot unexpectedly stepped on something new and the sound of crumpling paper stopped him in his tracks. Looking down to the floor, he realized there was a letter made out of cut out magazine parts on his doormat. Rapp’s curiosity took over and the young man bent down, grabbing the piece of paper. His eyes immediately widened when he realized his name was on it.
Mitch Rapp, it’s your life in exchange for hers. You can still save (Y/N).
Normally, the assassin would be calm and strategical in a dangerous situation, but he has never faced one quite like this. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands began to shake at the thought of the one thing he was terrified of actually happening. He knew what this was about, he knew this was a gang of terrorists he certainly pissed off and were now going after him. And Rapp knew he could easily kill every single one of them thanks to his alarming amount of skills, yet, he couldn’t help feeling scared.
His mind instantly pictured (Y/N) terrified in the warehouse of the address Mitch recognized under the threat. He felt sick as he imagined the horrible and disgusting things ways they were probably torturing her to extract information on him. This was the day Mitch Rapp was so afraid of, but he wasn’t going to stand around and do nothing. Without second thought, Mitch decided he was going to give himself up for her.
The assassin quickly ran into his car and sped to the location they held her in. It was a utility warehouse meant for stocking cargo that needed to be shipped internationally. As soon as he arrived, Mitch didn’t even wait before arming his gun and rushing out of his vehicle, shooting the two men that were there waiting for him straight in the head. Mitch Rapp usually had mercy, but certainly not towards the people who dare kidnapped (Y/N). He would do and kill anything to make sure she got out of here safe.
The five men inside of the warehouse immediately jumped when the sudden and loud banging of a door being kicked down echoed through the empty space. (Y/N)’s wet and sore eyes from crying so much searched for the source of the invasion and her heart stopped then melted in her chest when she saw a very angry Mitch Rapp standing in the doorway with his gun held up. It didn’t matter that there was tape stretched across her lips, (Y/N) somehow managed to smile at his arrival and she cried even more.
Rapp’s eyes landed on the girl he loved and rage boiled up inside of him like never before at the sight of her hands tied to a chair, duct tape on her mouth, her ponytail uncharacteristically messy from the amount of times they must’ve pulled on her hair as they forced her around, and her eyes bloodshot. The man was about to ensue hell because they had laid a finger on her and nothing was going to stop his blood lust. Without even saying anything, Mitch’s finger pulled the trigger of his gun and a bullet landed right in the spot in between one of the men’s eyes. The terrorist instantly fell limp to the ground, blood pooling around his dead body.
“One down, four more to go.” Rapp threatened, taking a step towards the remaining men and they began to wonder whether or not this plan was a good one. “Who’s next?”
All of them lifted theirs guns and positioned them in front of Mitch but despite the fact that he had four powerful weapons pointed at him, his only concern was about the crying girl strapped to the uncomfortable chair. It didn’t matter that he was at a serious disadvantage or that this was the exact kind of situation Stan Hurley told him to always avoid getting himself into, Rapp held his position and never faltered.
“Answer my question!” Mitch shouted, his veins bulging against his neck.
“She is next if you don’t put that gun down!” One of the men threatened with a strong foreign accent, lifting (Y/N)’s head up by her hair and placing the cold metal tip of his gun against her temple.
Rapp had more than four bullets in his load and he could easily kill every single one of them in the next minute, but what was to say they wouldn’t kill (Y/N) before their own deaths? As much as he didn’t want to, Mitch dropped his gun down to the ground and kicked it towards the terrorists before lifting his hands up to show them they were unarmed. Another one of them, with his gun still raised, approached Rapp and patted him down to see if he truly was clean and quickly realized he was. The man stuffed his gun in the waistband of his pants and pulled Mitch’s hands behind his back, holding them in place.
“Do you have any idea how much money is on your head?” The one holding (Y/N) captive spoke up, looking at the assassin with a sick smile on his face. “You’re a valuable man, Mitch Rapp.”
“Just let her go.” He demanded, his eyes staring into (Y/N)’s and hers gazing right back at his.
“Hmm, it seems that I owe you an apology for we won’t be able to keep our promise.” The criminal stated and Rapp’s heart stopped instantly. “You see, your precious little girlfriend here surprised us all when she killed one of our own. She must die as well.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mitch yelled angrily and desperately, the man holding him struggling to keep him in place. “This is about me! Take me!”
“Mitch, think of how romantic it’ll be!” The man laughed. “The two lovers having their last day on Earth together? It can’t get more poetic than that.”
“I am not here to play your games.” Rapp warned, his anger strong enough to start a war. “Let her live or you’ll regret ever crossing me.”
“I’d like to see you prove it.”
The sentence was enough to spark action inside of him and he instantly went to work without stopping to think about the consequences. Harshly pulling his hands out of the man’s grasp, Mitch quickly turned around and grabbed the terrorist’s gun before he could. Spending only a few seconds to arm it, Rapp pulled the trigger and shot a clean bullet through the bad guy’s heart. The assassin turned around and all hell broke loose.
Fear ran through (Y/N)’s body as she watched the men shoot at each other, but she told herself she needed to be strong. Even though the man holding her, without taking the gun off her temple, leaned down to untie her arms from the chair, (Y/N) somehow convinced herself that she was indeed strong. She didn’t let a single sob or whine erupt from her throat, instead she allowed the man to lift her up and wrap his free hand around her.
“Mitch!” He shouted at the same time that another terrorist’s dead body fell to the ground because of the assassin. “Stop right now!”
Suddenly, the criminal threw his gun on the floor and reached into his belt to pull out a huge and sharp knife. Rapp’s entire body went limp as the terrorist held it up against her exposed neck because he knew, that at this point, there wasn’t much he could do. The gun was one thing, but a knife… a knife was much riskier. The assassin had no other choice than to do everything they asked in a final attempt to make sure she lives.
“Put the gun against your head.” The man commanded and Mitch winced before doing exactly as he said, knowing this could possibly be the way he granted her survival. “Now, pull the trigger.”
(Y/N) screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound muffled by the tape but still incredibly strong and loud. Mitch Rapp looked at her one last time, his eyes glossing over with tears, and he enjoyed his last seconds of life by just gawking at her. Despite the eerie situation that sent chills down any man’s spine, he was calm and felt at peace as he memorized every single feature on her beautiful face. Her eyes he so easily found himself getting lost in, her cheeks that flushed whenever he smiled at her, her button nose that scrunched up every time she was concentrated and her perfect lips that were constantly tugged in between her white teeth were the last things he wanted to see before he saw nothing but absolute darkness.
However, (Y/N) was never going to allow that to happen. Just as Mitch took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to do, she immediately brought her arm up and knocked the bad guy’s own arm as hard as she could just like Mitch did with her earlier. Because he wasn’t at all expecting it, the man instantly dropped the knife and (Y/N) didn’t even wait before grabbing the arm around her with both of her hands and turning around so she could twist it in a painful angle. The man shouted in agony and the two other men left in the room watched in complete awe, both at a loss for words.
(Y/N) bent down and grabbed the knife from the ground before piercing it into his stomach, immediately taking a step back in shock. It wasn’t enough to kill him like she did with the first guy, but it definitely did buy them some time. Enough time for Mitch to snap out of his trance and swoop in, using the gun in his hand to finish him off. The last remaining terrorist looked around the room that was full of the bodies of his friends and he decided he would try to avenge every single one of them.
Throwing his gun aside and grabbing his own knife, the man charged towards Rapp and (Y/N) shouted for him to notice what was going on. Knowing that he wouldn’t really be able to work well with a gun because they were designed for targets at a distance and considering the man was already dangerously close to Rapp, (Y/N) pulled out the knife from her attacker’s stomach and tossed it to Mitch who easily caught it. Just as the foreigner lifted his hand with the knife in it to kill Mitch, the assassin grabbed his arm with his free hand and used his other one to thrust down onto the man’s wrist causing him to drop his weapon. Without waiting, Rapp instantly lifted his knife again and plunged it through the man’s neck, who fell to the ground and died in a matter of seconds.
The two survivors let out deep breaths as a wave relief hit both of them and washed away all of the stress, agony, anger, and fear they had been feeling since they’re fight at Mitch’s. Time slowed down to watch the two lovers turn around towards one another and run into each other’s comforting arms. Rapp instantly wrapped his arms around her body and she used her own hands to grip onto his black shirt, sobs escaping her throat and tears staining his clothes. However, (Y/N) wasn’t the only one crying for Mitch couldn’t hold back his own tears either. Holding her as tight as he could because he was so afraid of letting go, Rapp placed soft kisses on her head (some of his tears falling down on her hair) as they both wept into each other’s arms.
It wasn’t just about the fact that the two almost died that they felt this way, it was mostly about how (Y/N) and Mitch now realize how stupid their fight was. (Y/N) was thankful for what little self defense he taught her because it ultimately saved her life and Rapp discovered he wasn’t willing to push his feelings back anymore. He wanted to love her fully even if it came with agonizing risks.
“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) spoke up first after she pulled off the tape on her mouth, her voice shakey and unstable. “You were right and I should’ve listened to you. I want to be trained, Mitch. Please teach me.”
“Of course.” He nodded, pulling back slightly so he could place his hand on her cheek and bring her face up to look at him. “And I’m sorry, too. I lied to you, (Y/N). You’re not nothing to me, you’re everything.”
For the second time since she’s been kidnapped, she smiled, both times because of the man currently holding her together. As she looked up at him, Mitch used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her skin and she did the same to him. It was a beautiful sight, the two gazing at each other and confessing through their eyes their love for the other. It didn’t matter what came up next to try to destroy them, (Y/N) and Rapp would fight together, side by side.
Desperate lips smashed together as a mixture of sobs and moans transferred through their mouths. Clothes were long gone on the floor, replaced by their naked limbs tangling within each other on Mitch’s bed. (Y/N)’s back arched in complete pleasure as her love continued to pump two fingers into her soaking wet core, quickly helping her reach the point of no return. Rapp moaned, his voice vibrating her mouth, and his cock twitched against her leg the instant she clenched around his fingers with her orgasm. It was her second of the night, the first one coming right after he used only his tongue to pleasure her.
The moment they realized they were no longer in danger, Mitch and (Y/N) rushed home to be as close as humanly possible. What happened tonight took a serious toll on them. (Y/N) wanted to show him that she loved every single thing about him, no matter how different he was from her, and Rapp desperately needed to show her that he was ready for the love they would share because of how (Y/N) made the once numb man actually feel something again.
“Can you handle one more?” Mitch asked the second she shuddered when he removed his fingers from her highly sensitive core and she slowly nodded.
As Rapp placed his wet fingers into his mouth and happily sucked off her juices from his skin, the young man used his other hand to open the drawer in his bedside table and pull out a condom from its box. (Y/N) took it from him and ripped the package open with her teeth, Mitch watching in awe, before putting it on his hard erection. Removing his fingers from his mouth, Rapp got a hold of his shaft and positioned himself at (Y/N)’s entrance. He gazed into her eyes in a way to ask for permission and she gladly nodded, her own beautiful pupils looking up at the man hovering over her in amusement when she noticed an odd emotion flicker in them.
Mitch lowered his head and looked at their bodies that were about to connect before looking up at her chest rising and falling and, suddenly, felt extremely nervous. He took a deep breath as the back of his eyes started to burn with upcoming tears.
“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, placing her hand on his bare chest to stop his actions. “Are you okay?”
Rapp reluctantly looked up into her eyes and she could see his glossing over, her heart instantly wrenching at the sight.
“I’m scared.” Rapp confessed, feeling insanely small and vulnerable.
Without needing him to explain any further for her to understand nor saying a single word, (Y/N) lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips before deepening it. Their kiss was slow and (Y/N) took her time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was the type of kiss that mended every single broken thing inside of two people. Warmth spread across their bodies eventually turning into a dangerous fire, yet both felt extremely safe in each other’s arms.
Mitch slowly pushed himself into her core and the two immediately moaned in reaction. (Y/N)’s hands flew to his back and gripped tightly as he stretched her walls and Rapp’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how incredible she felt around him. Because she was already so overstimulated, Mitch patiently waited for her to give him the go when he entered her completely. Once (Y/N) nodded, her eyes closed in focus, the assassin slowly pulled back and deeply pushed in again. He kept this steady pace and (Y/N)’s heart fluttered against her chest the second she realized that he wasn’t just having sex with her, but making love to her.
When she opened her eyes to gawk at him, he was already staring at her. Rapp’s eyes were wide as he noticed a smile twitch on her lips before she bit down on them. Normally he would think it was the sexiest thing in the world and it’d seduce him immediately, yet at this exact moment Mitch saw it with different eyes. Of course it was still sexy, but all he saw was pure and innocent beauty behind it.
(Y/N)’s nails dug into Rapp’s back and after a few minutes of this deep and slow thrusting, she could sense her fourth orgasm today alone creeping up on her. Mitch brought his hand down to her thigh and moved it to a deeper angle, now hitting her g-spot and that is what ultimately pushed her over the edge. Rapp groaned out when her nails definitely created bruises in his skin before she came back down from her ecstasy.
Mitch stopped and (Y/N) opened her now sleepy eyes to look at him, asking through her features why he had.
“Can you be on top of me?” Rapp asked, the woman’s breath hitching at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her sensitive walls.
Pushing his hips so he could pull out of her, (Y/N) sat up on the bed and moved Mitch so he could lay down. Throwing her leg over his body to straddle him, Rapp settled his hands on her waist before closing his eyes in pleasure when she pushed him inside of her by sitting on his dick. Going slow at first, then picking up the pace, (Y/N) gladly helped him reach his own orgasm. Mitch grunted and moaned as she rode him deliciously until she purposely clenched around him and he instantly came undone. The girl watching in complete awe, her lover never looking more beautiful than in this exact moment.
It was said before that (Y/N) had him completely wrapped around her finger, but what wasn’t mentioned is how Mitch Rapp is the one that holds this woman’s heart in his hands. Even though he couldn’t be more wrong, Mitch strongly believes that he is a danger and a burden to her because they were so different. Because he was the moon and she was the sun. Because he was war and she was peace. He was violence and she was love. He was pain and she was happiness. He was was death and she was life. He was darkness and she was light.
However, what Rapp didn’t understand at the moment but (Y/N) would make sure he did in the future was that he wasn’t her destruction like he initially believed to be: He was her salvation.
Of course everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up someone’s life, but it’s also beautiful to be the moon like Mitch Rapp and brighten in the darkest hour.
"You! Can't you see that -- in stooping to your enemy's level -- you're being made over in his image -- that you're becoming the very thing you loathe? " - Captain America #275, Steve Rogers defends neo-Nazi spokesman from being attacked by protestors while making a speech.
I mean, in case we’re skipping over the above link, here’s a helpful quote:
“When the German spy is killed at the end of the origin chapter, Cap nonchalantly remarked, “A fate he well deserved”– no remorse, no questioning.”
How about another?
In the Red Skull’s first appearance, after he is unmasked and defeated, the Skull makes one last desperate attempt at escape and Bucky tries to stop him. While Cap stood motionless, the Skull rolls over on a hypodermic filled with poison and dies. Bucky gets up and looks at Cap incredulously and asks, “But you saw it all–why didn’t you stop him from killing himself?” To which Cap casually replied, “I’m not talking Bucky”
I mean, Jack Kirby really, really hated Nazis. Don’t believe me? How about Stan Sakai?
But sure, Cap would get squeamish at punching Nazis. A+ cherrypicking, have an Iron Cross.
A/N: Umm, so this is really fucking cute? Tooting my own horn here, but I’m a sucker for morning Shawn and family man Shawn and older brother Shawn and domestic Shawn and this has all of the above. Hope you enjoy xoxo
summary: Best Friend!Calum finds out y/n has never had meaningful sex so he offers to help her out where feelings are admitted and closeted crushes are revealed.
requested?: yes, I hope you liked it @skinnylukes I kinda changed it around a bit and made it so their feelings were brought out at the start instead of the end, I hope you don’t mind :) I’m really sorry for my mini hiatus, school has been killing me and I just started and tbh I was really struggling to even start writing any of my requests because of lack of inspiration. But I’m back now and I’m going to uploading another smut this week to make up for my hiatus! enjoy ;)
Calum looked shocked as I told him and I was embarrassed to admit what I had. I shouldn’t have been embarrassed, Calum is my best friend after all but I am, maybe because we don’t usually talk about my sex life. It’s always Calum’s, probably because I enjoy making fun of Calum being a fuckboy than talking about my sex life.
“Why is it always the air lock?!” Lance grumbled from the corner. He pulled his jacket tightly around him in an attempt to stop the violent shivers that racked his body.
“Relax,” Keith brushed him off, “Coran and Pidge will have us out in no time.”
Lance nodded. He knew that, realistically, but it didn’t stop him from wanting out now. He was cold, tired, and had a monster of a headache–it had been a long day.
“I know,” Lance muttered. “I’ll feel better when we can get out of here and warm up,” he admitted. “Sorry for complaining.”
“You’re cold?” Keith asked.
“No,” he replied, “I’m actually a little toasty. Here,” he shrugged off his jacket and put it around Lance’s shoulders. Lance wanted to protest, but it was warm from Keith’s body heat, and felt so nice on his back…
“Thanks,” he said tiredly. “If you get cold, though, take it back. I don’t want to be the reason you freeze to death in this ice box of an air lock.”
“Are you seriously that cold?” Keith asked, sounding surprised. He studied Lance’s features and noticed the slight pallor of his skin, and the slight slick of sweat on his forehead. Lance was also shivering fiercely. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fine,” Lance shrugged, “A bit of a headache,” he admitted, “but I’m good.”
Keith let the subject drop, for now. However, now that it was silent, he noticed something else about the blue paladin: his breathing was off. There was a slight congested crackling in the bottoms of his lungs when he breathed, and Keith hadn’t noticed Lance trying to nonchalantly clear it away until the air lock had fell silent. Now, however, he could hear the stifled coughs that Lance was fighting with. His mouth was closed, and the sound his lungs were making with each heave of breath was alarmingly wet.
“You’re sick,” Keith asserted. There was no hiding it now.
“It’s just a little cough, Keith,” Lance argued. His voice sounded raspy and painful.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was just going to try to sleep it off,” Lance admitted. “Then we got stuck in here, and I figured you had bigger things to worry about.”
“I really don’t,” Keith objected. He reached out to Lance’s huddled, still-shivering frame and rested the backs of his hand on his cheek, then migrated to the back of his neck, and finally resting on his forehead. Warm, maybe too warm, but not hot.
“I think you’ve got a fever, but I can’t really tell.”
“I’m fine,” Lance argued again. “I just want to sleep.” He coughed once more with a closed mouth, and Keith could see what a strain it was.
“Don’t do that,” Keith scolded, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“I don’t want to get you sick,” Lance pointed out.
“We’re stuck in an air lock breathing the same air, and you’ve probably got a fever. I think it’s safe to say I’ve already been exposed.”
“Well, I don’t want to increase the risk.” Lane coughed a few more times, still stifling them as best he could, but he was getting a bit desperate for oxygen, if he was being honest. He couldn’t properly clear his lungs this way, and the more he coughed, the more fluid seemed to bubble in to fill up his chest. The coughing got more desperate, and he turned away from Keith to cover his face with his sleeve. He was barely getting in a breath between hacks.
“Hey, you need to breathe,” Keith commented worriedly, moving closer to the ill paladin and resting a hand on his shoulder. Lance wasn’t listening. His face was turning red with the lack of air. “Lance, can you hear me? You need to get air,” he instructed. Lance blindly shoved Keith off him, Keith fought back, straightening Lance out of his doubled over position to sit up propped against Keith. Lance didn’t put up much of a fight, and as the coughing finally began to subside, Keith felt him go slack so completely that he had to lean over to make sure he was still awake.
“Is this better?” Keith asked. “Can you breathe like this?”
Lance nodded weakly. Keith could feel the congestion rattling around in his lungs through every short, rapid breath.
“How are you two doing?” Shiro’s voice asked through the air lock window.
“Shiro, thank God,” Keith almost laughed with relief.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but Lance is sick.” He once more reached around the boy to feel his forehead, alarmed to find how much his temperature had risen in such a short time.
“Hey, Shiro,” Lance smiled, “How close are we to getting out of here?”
“Pretty close, buddy,” Shiro reassured him. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” Lance lied.
“He’s burning up,” Keith informed. Shiro’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Aw, Shiro, don’t look like that. It’s just a cold,” Lance assured, but found himself thrown into another fit of deep coughing.
“That sounds bad,” Shiro worried. After spending so long in a Galra prison, he knew pneumonia when he heard it. “Like, really bad. We need to get him out of there as soon as possible.” Lance’s breaths were shallow, and Shiro could tell that it hurt to take in much air.
“Will you go tell them to hurry?” Keith asked.
“They’re working as fast as they can, but I think it would only distract them to be worrying about Lance right now,” Shiro admitted. “We’re just going to have to sit tight for a while.
Lance was still trying to stifle his coughing as much as he possibly could.
“He’s afraid of infecting me,” Keith said. “I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but you know Lance.”
“Yeah,” Shiro smiled. “Lance, listen, you’re not going to get Keith sick; I don’t think what you have is contagious,” Shiro informed, “So I want your only focus to be on breathing, okay? Feel Keith’s breaths and try to match them.” Lance winced.
“I can’t,” he strained weakly, “My chest.”
“Don’t push it. Just do your best. I don’t like how grey your complexion is turning.”
Keith was sweating in the heat of the air lock and underneath Lance’s fever-hot body. Lance, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. His teeth were chattering against the cold, which Keith was sure wasn’t helping his breathing. After a few minutes, he seemed to fall into an uneasy sleep.
“I don’t know how to help him, Shiro,” Keith admitted.
“You’re doing fine,” he promised. “I didn’t want to freak him out, but I think he’s got pneumonia. The door should be open soon, I’m sure of it.”
And sure enough, it was only a few more minutes before the air lock slid open and Shiro and Keith were able to scoop Lance up and take him to the castle’s infirmary to pump him full of antibiotics.
“You going to bed?” Shiro asked on his way out the door. “You’ve had a rough day.”
“I just don’t want him to wake up here alone,” Keith replied. “He was so feverish when we pulled him out of the air lock, I doubt he’ll remember anything. I don’t want him to freak out.”
Shiro smiled proudly. “I’ll stay with you, then,” he said, pulling up a chair next to Keith’s. “You did a good job with him.”
Keith laughed out loud. “I had no idea what I was supposed to do.”
“I think that just having you there was enough.” Keith nodded and allowed his eyes to slip closed. As long as he was there, Lance would be fine.
You knew this was a bad idea. Going to Harry’s house this evening, when you know full well you’ve been slowly growing feelings for him. Feelings for your friend, one of your best friends, feelings that shouldn’t be there.
You’ve been friends for years, but now he’s around more and you’ve spent more time together, you’ve began to feel that warm tingle inside your belly whenever you see him. You have to suppress a smile whenever anyone mentions his name to you. When you see a text from him you all but scramble to pick your phone up and reply immediately. You’ve fallen for him. And that is why going back to his house, just the two of you, is a bad idea.
You’d been out that evening with a small group of friends for dinner and drinks. Catching up, laughing and sharing bottles of champagne. Time had flown by and you’d all been saying your goodbyes before you went to call a taxi.
“You can’t get a cab all the way back to yours at this time, love. It’s bloody miles away.” Harry mutters, leaning over your shoulder to see the taxi company’s number on your phone.
“Don’t have a lot of choice, do I?” You say, turning round to face him.
“Come back to mine, I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He says so casually, not knowing the feelings you’ve got festering deep inside. You feel your stomach twist into a tight knot that feels as if it could never be undone, no matter how hard you try. You want to say no, because you know spending time together alone in such close proximity would just make matters worse for you, make your feelings grow more, even though right now you don’t think that it’s possible. But you know if you say no that he’d fight it, and right now you’re too tired to fight anything alongside the internal battle you’re fighting with yourself.
“Alright then, cheers.” You politely smile, despite your hesitations, before saying your final goodbyes to your friends and go with Harry to where his driver is parked.
summary: Y/N was captured by the Ravagers along with Rocket and Yondu.
a/n: Thought it was time to get back to my roots; writing marvel fanfiction for about three - five weeks. It’s mainly just a short fluffy fic w/ platonic love and murder. Rocket fic is coming up, mainly bc my little sister wanted one and also helped me with a plot.
wow so i haven’t put anything out in fOrEver i am so so so sorry!! eonni is v rusty but i saw this prompt on pinterest and my brain went wild, i hope you enjoy it. feedback would be greatly appreciated!
elements: i tried my hand at suspense but you tell me whether or not i have succeeded please
description: the doors have suddenly locked and now you’re trapped alone at school with jimin…
summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup before they both left oakland. four years have passed and fate (and a well-timed cello concert) bring them face-to-face.
warnings: swearing. that’s really it.
word count: 2,504
a/n: day three of @hamwriters write-a-thon is lit day :-) based on the novel “where she went” by gayle forman which is actually a sequel to “if i stay” but i do what i want. this is in Daveed’s POV because the original book is in the guy’s POV, and i’m planning on posting a second part on POV day so be on the lookout for that. okay love u happy reading
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with us today and enjoy your time in the Big Apple.”
Daveed unclips his seatbelt as the other passengers begin to file off the plane, standing to grab his carry-on from the overhead compartment. It’s the only bag he packed, because he’s only in the city for 24 hours. Tour starts in two days, and his manager had all but physically forced him onto the plane to NYC.
A/N:This one is just an idea I thought of and I actually had motivation and desire to write it so I hope everyone likes it and let me know if you want a part twooo! xx I appreciate every single one of you.
My phone buzzes as I pick it up to glance at the text message I’ve just received. Right on time. I pick myself up off the couch and head to the front door of my apartment. Shawn and I have had the strongest friendship for almost 8 years now and it has always been the thing I value most in my life. Our relationship has transitioned from being Friday nights with movies and pizza to almost every night with the addition of platonic sex. Although you may scoff at ‘platonic’, there’s no denying that both me and Shawn don’t have any feelings for each other. It’s been so long now that I don’t think it would even be possible. It’s just a nice way for Shawn to get out all of his sexual frustrations from being on tour for so long, and I wouldn’t deny my best friend’s happiness. It’s easier that way. It means that Shawn doesn’t have to worry about the media attacking him and his significant other and I know that’s important to him.
Ryan met with Gavin the Third in a small but painfully expensive restaurant overlooking the Thames. The agent was already there when he arrived, sitting by the window with a glass of red wine in hand and three plates of tiny appetisers in front of him that Ryan was quite sure had already amounted to several hundred pounds despite seeming to barely contain more than a mouthful of actual food.
“Gavin,” he said as he approached, and the other man’s eyes flicked up to him.
It still gave Ryan a jolt, how fucking identical he looked to Ryan’s old coworker. But not just to the two Gavins who he’d met back at Rooster Teeth. To the student he’d met while investigating the wormhole that’d opened in some university science lab. To the Golden Boy who worked with gangs over in Los Santos. To that idiot running around with a Union Jack on his chest claiming to be a superhero who’d been in all the papers lately.
They were all over the fucking place, and maybe Ryan should’ve been used to that same giant nose popping up everywhere, but somehow - every time - it still made him feel an odd guilt. A flash back to his life before all this.
A/N: I have decided to make this a multi-chapter thing and I do hope you enjoy it. I used prompts 9, 12 and 76 from the dialogue prompts from @lightwoodstilinski68 because they inspired me xoxo
Pairing: Jughead X Reader
Warnings: Smut, smut with a sprinkle of smut and language on top!
“Jughead, why are you covered in mud?” you asked in a hissed
whisper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as you eyed the sodden, muddy boy
at your window.
“This is going to sound stupid and now I’m here I’m kinda
wishing that I’d died of hypothermia on the way over here,” as he spoke in a hushed tone you could see wisps of his breath appearing in the
bitter autumn air and mingling with the rain that poured relentlessly from the
clouds above. You laughed at his notorious sardonic humour. “I uh-I had a
nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Somebody call an ambulance I think the ice king is melting,”
you replied with a giggle, not being able to stop your heart from fluttering at
his sweet gesture. He attempted to scowl at you but his attempt failed and
turned quickly into a bashful smirk. “Get in here before you actually do die of
hypothermia though Jug.”
You pulled grabbed his jacket and helped to tug him through
the window, his long limbs struggling to fit through the small frame. He
chuckled at your feeble effort at assistance as he was much too large for you
to have any effect and you shushed him through a laugh of your own as your
parents were just down the hall. Once he was inside he jammed his hands into
his pockets and shifted uncomfortably in the middle of your room. You laughed
at his demeanour and flopped onto your bed, beckoning him over with a wiggle of
your finger. He grinned wildly and joined you on top of the fluffy blanket that
sat on top of your duvet. You scowled at his attire, his shirt was soaked
through and clinging to his lean frame, making him dither uncontrollably.
“What?” he asked you through chattering teeth and blue lips.
“You’re freezing in that thing just take it off,” you replied
with a voice of concern.
“Woah (Y/N),” he began to feign shock but the smirk evident
on his face told you that he was just messing with you, “I’ve never met someone
He was cut off abruptly by your lips on his. You placed your
forehead on his before whispering for him to shut up. He looked you dead in the
eyes with dilated pupils, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath
he took. You bit your lip as you watched him shrug off his jacket and then away
the shirt that was clinging to his creamy skin. He did not break eye contact. Slowly
you rose from your seat, taking his clothes before turning and making your way
over to your radiator, laying the garments out to dry. He watched, unable turn
away as you stood in nothing but a t shirt and underwear, his jeans tightening
up in a certain area. You could feel his gaze like flames on your back and you
whipped your head around, not liking being ogled.
“What?” you asked, pouting at the boy on your bed, shirtless
but still wearing his damp beanie. He was a sight to behold, water glistening
on his skin, tousled curls framing his face and toned muscles relaxed with his
plump lips parted slightly. To you he was perfect
“You…” he swallowed thickly, his Adams apple bobbed as he
did so and adoration shone brightly in his light eyes “…you’re amazing.”
You blushed and gazed into eyes filled with sincerity and
want. You moved towards him, straddling his lap and bringing your hands around
his neck to thread your fingers through the raven hair at the base of his neck.
Despite the cold from outside sneaking in through the open window, you were
enveloped in heat, like fire blazed around the two of you, trapping you both in
each other’s embrace. Your breath caught in your throat as he tenderly brought
his hand to your face, pulling you in to meet his impatient lips. The kiss was
slow, sensual and full of unspoken desires. Your hands slid down to trace the
muscles in his back, your nails digging in as you ground your hips into his,
searching for the delicious friction that you both craved. You could feel him
hard against you and he moaned into your mouth at your movements. He pulled
away from you reluctantly and you tilted your head at him curiously.
“(Y/N) I-uh-I’ve never done this before,” he whispered nervously. Your face immediately
softened and you cupped his in your hands, kissing him lightly.
“Jug, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to I’m
so sorry I shouldn’t have rush-“he cut you off this time, his lips melding with
“I want to, please (Y/N)?” his eyes were full of truth and
you searched them for any uncertainty but you found none. “I want you (Y/N)…teach me how.”
Your lips reconnected, fuelled by a new desperation, a new
passion. You were both needy, both needing to be as close as possible to one
and other all at once. You ground into him again and his breathing hitched. You
moved your head to kiss his jaw, then moving to his ear, nibbling on the lobe
and whispering a simple “I want you too, more than anything” into his ear to
which he smiled leaned into your touch. Your lips trailed down his neck,
sucking at his sweet spots and leaving purple marks in your wake. You continued
your path down his lean chest, kissing and nipping at his silken skin as you
went. You reached his belt and as you unbuckled it you looked up briefly to see
him leant back on his elbows, eyes closed and teeth biting his lip so hard it
could draw blood. You smiled to yourself at the sight.
“Open your eyes.”
He peered down at you, nervousness evident on his face. You palmed
him through the thin fabric of his boxers, eliciting a gasp from the boy before
you. Slowly, you inched down the waistband of his underwear, his member
springing free. You moved your hand down its length lightly, testing the
waters. Then up again, increasing the pressure and thus his reaction. You
continued to pump his shaft, prompting a satisfying string of hissed expletives
from Jughead. You knew he was close and so all too soon you stopped your
ministrations earning a disappointed groan from Jughead. You smirked, standing
up quickly and making your way over to a large teddy bear that sat in one
corner of your room.
“Interesting fetish…” Jughead trailed off clearly confused
and slightly afraid. You simply scoffed and turned the teddy around to reveal an
opening in its back. You fished around before pulling out a condom and holding
it up for hi to see, grinning triumphantly.
“It’s where I hide all of my contraband, cigarettes and
stuff,” you replied nonchalantly in response to his questioning look. He snorted
and shook his head fondly at you.
“I’ll have to remember that one.”
You made your way
over to him, tore open the packet and slid the condom onto his large length. Then
you crawled back up onto him, straddling his hips once more. His hands
cautiously toyed with the hem of your t-shirt and you gave him an encouraging
nod. He lifted it over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. His hand
reached up to cup your breast, relishing in the feeling of his hand on your
skin. You moaned as his finger circled your sensitive nipple and he smirked at
the effect that he’d had on you. One of his hands moved to rest on your butt,
squeezing lightly whilst the other hooked around the waistband of your lacy
thong, easing it down your thighs lightly. The anticipation was enough to drive
you to insanity and you wiggled out of your underwear impatiently, flinging
them into no direction in particular.
Tonight was all about Jughead, you wanted to make him feel
good, you wanted to make his first time amazing as you hadn’t had such privilege.
“You ready Juggie?” you asked tenderly, you wanted to make
sure that he was one hundred percent certain.
“(Y/N) I’ve never been surer of anything in my life!”
With that you sank down onto him, the sensation causing you
both to gasp. You leant down, placing your palms on his chest and slipping your
tongue between his lips in a heated kiss. You began to move delightfully slowly
prompting a strangled moan from deep within Jughead’s throat. You took that as
your cue to speed up, pleasuring him beyond belief. You beamed down at him,
biting your lip as he lay, panting and moaning beneath you with his eyes closed
in absolute bliss. You were torn from your gaze as you felt him buck his hips
and involuntarily thrust further into you sending a new wave of unimaginable
pleasure to your core. His thrusting continued and he opened his eyes too peer
at you – your lips formed in a perfect “O” shape, soft mewls escaping your
throat. You reconnected your lips in a sloppy kiss, unable to focus from the
intense pleasure building in your stomach.
“(Y/N), I think I’m gonna-“with a final thrust into you
Jughead lost it, letting out your name in a husky moan that sent you over the
edge. You clenched around him, riding out your high until you collapsed onto
him, completely spent.
You clambered off him and wiggled around to pull the covers
over you both before curling into his side, kissing his chest sweetly.
“I just remembered, you haven’t had a smoke,” he drawled
“It’s okay, this was way better than any cigarette,” you
purred and he smiled down at you, placing a kiss to your forehead. “So…how was
it for you?” you asked apprehensively hoping that he enjoyed himself because
you certainly did.
“Well…” he trailed off, mocking a grimace and you smacked
him lightly on the arm, pouting at his joke. “In all seriousness now I
understand why Archie is so obsessed with the whole sex thing.”
“Archie? As in Archie Andrews, ginger jock guy?”
“Yeah, why?” he asked, frowning down at you in something
that could have been confusion or annoyance, you weren’t quite sure but it made
you tense up.
“I-uh, he just asked me to perform in the talent show with
him, singing with him that’s all.”
“Since when?” Jughead demanded, propping himself up on his
arms, beanie falling off and sweaty tendrils of hair plastered to his forehead.
He didn’t understand why you were so chirpy about it.
“Since the other day, after the pep rally,” you smiled up at
him, you were glad to be getting on well with his apparent friends. “Valerie
couldn’t do it ‘cus of the cats and all so he asked if I’d maybe step in.”
“You can’t do it!” his voice had become harsh and raised and
his brows furrowed, deep-set eyes glairing at you angrily.
“Sorry I didn’t realise that I needed your permission,” you
spat sarcastically, pulling away from him abruptly.
“He’s my friend, (Y/N) and if he finds out about us – if you
let something slip then all my
friends will know!”
“Why are you acting as if that’s such an awful thing
Jughead? Are you ashamed of me or something?” You demanded, eyes stinging with
unshed tears that were threatening to spill as you leapt out of your bed,
grabbing your robe and covering yourself with it.
“(Y/N) we’ve talked about this it’s not gonna happ-“
“We’ve talked about it, yeah but you’ve never given me a
reason Jug!” You were hissing now, wanting to cry out in frustration but being acutely
aware of your parents sleeping at the other end of the hall. “I won’t be your
dirty little secret anymore, I can’t.”
“(Y/N) that’s all I can give you, us in secret, take it or
leave it,” he spat defiantly. A single tear trickled down your cheek as your
He was the jealous type- overly jealous in some instances, but only because he just was so madly in love with you. There was a shot period of time that he actually felt no jealousy whatsoever, he was content with how things had been going- your friends, etc… Well, that is until a few months ago Jinyoung and you seemed to get closer and closer everyday.
He noticed how his friend’s cold, sophisticated personality quickly became goofy and warm the moment you entered the room. He saw that sparkle in his eye the moment he laid eyes on you.
Today was especially bad for him. Jinyoung had taken you out on to a cute new cafe in town for some brunch, and he just sat there cussing himself out for not tagging along.
An hour or so passed by when he finally heard the front door opening, followed by the sound of your sweet laughter- the kind of laughter a girl does when she’s trying to flirt and act cute with someone.
He sat there silently soaking in a pit of jealousy as he listened to the two of you talking. “Oppa!” You giggled out to his friend, “You know I’m ticklish, stop I’m gonna drop everything!” “Aiisshh..” JInyoung’s warm, chuckled response followed soon after, “Let me take these for you then, babygirl.”
“Babygirl?” Jackson thought to himself as he stood from his spot from the couch, walking over to the two of you. “Jagi.” He sternly called out to you, watching as his friend flirtatiously grazed his hand against you while he took your bags.
Looking up at him, you could feel your breathing hitch the moment you saw his dark glare. Fuck.
“Yeah babe?” You sweetly replied- painting a soft smile on your face, trying to act as if everything was okay.
Jackson stepped close to the two of you, snatching your bags from Jinyoung’s hands- placing them on the floor beside him. “Why is he calling you babygirl?” He lowly growled, leaning into your personal space just before shooting his friend a death glare.
Your eyes wandered as you tried thinking of a way to get out of this situation. “I- I..” You stuttered in reply, not able to come up with a plausible explanation.
“Yah..” Jinyoung cut in, in attempt to diffuse the situation. “It’s just a nickname- I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t be upset with her.”
His attention automatically turned to the man that stood beside you, “You know what..” He snarled, “I’m getting really tired of the two of you being all flirty and shit.” Grabbing both your wrists, he practically dragged the two of you to the living room.
“Sit.” He harshly command as he shoved Jinyoung over to the couch. “On your knees now little girl.”
“Yes, Sir..” You replied in a hushed, timid tone; your face was practically beet red as you sunk down onto your knees.
Jinyoung’s eyes widened as he began to realize what was happening, “Jack-” He began, his cheeks flushed a bright pink as dirty thoughts began to cross his mind.
Jackson immediately interrupted him, “You think I don’t know what you think of when you see my little girl?” He began, undoing his belt and jeans then running his fingers through your hair. “You don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at her, Jinyoung? Because I have..” He chuckled, silently motioning you to do the rest.
Hooking your fingers into his jeans, pulling them down his muscular thighs; his already hardened member sprung free as he continued his little lecture. “You want her don’t you?”
“Jack- Jackson..” Jinyoung replied, frantically shaking his head as he tried staring directly at him, “I have no-”
Again, Jackson cut him off with a smug snicker. “Don’t try to bullshit me. You want her, but you know what?” He snarled, grabbing the base of his cock- rubbing the tip of his member on your lower lip, “Open.” He growled his command, and the moment you did- he wasted no time at all.
As he shoved his member into your mouth, you could feel him unexpectedly hit the back of your throat. The erotic noise that escaped you as you gagged against him caused both men to groan in unison.
Roughly grabbing a fistful of your hair, he pressed his length furthering into your throat. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight throat wrapped perfectly around his cock caused him to hiss in response. He peered over to Jinyoung who intently watched with lust clouded eyes and growled. “I’m going to punish my little fucking slut right here in front of you.”
“Because I apparently need to remind her who she fucking belongs to-”
“-And I need to help you remember that you can never have her the way I do.”
Here’s some Cor for ya! I don’t know if I’m totally pleased with how this one turned out, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. I might revisit it and change some stuff later on, but for now I wanted you guys to have at least something for today. No smut, they didn’t want to co operate and opted for angst instead. Tagging @fifteenwhispers because her writing is amazing and I know Mod Vella has asked for more Cor on this blog <3
Rain clouds gathered overhead as you rolled off of Cor, breathless and spent, curling yourself against his side. His breath was becoming steadier, a light sheen of sweat dotting his brow. Thunder rolled above as you looked up at him, his eyes a world away.
A crack of lightning made you jump. His arms tightened around you, but something still seemed off.
You looked up at him, brushing your fingertips against his jawline. “What are you thinking about?”
His gaze flitted to you momentarily before going back to staring at the ceiling. “Nothing,” he said, though his tone betrayed his words. “It’s nothing.”
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dsjfhgsdhj What a coincidence; your blog does the same for me! ^^ Thank YOU for your support and kind words!! I can strongly relate to this S/O lmao. Thanks for sending this!! Enjoy!
Note: Grab a snack because this is gonna be long!
WARNING: (just in case) mild spoilers and innuendos ahead. Please read at your own discretion.
Akira thinks it’s so endearing.
Here S/O was, only five feet tall with a bow in her hair, ready to pounce on anyone that dared to act condescending toward Akira. She reminded him of an angry cat.
He worries that she’s going to get herself hurt at his expense, so when she becomes riled up he’ll slip his arms around her waist and pull her toward him. It’s a discreet method of holding her back, and he’ll gently sway with her in an attempt to pacify her.
Story time: Akira had to tend to Leblanc one night; Futaba had become ill, thus Sojiro left early to purchase some medical supplies and food.
He sent S/O a text to invite her over, and shortly after that he heard an abrupt commotion just outside the cafe.
When he opened the door, he witnessed S/O trying to ward off a drunk.
Akira interfered when the drunk forcefully seized her arm.
“Leave her alone,” he quietly demanded.
The drunk twirled around to throw a punch at Akira, but he had deftly dodged it.
The next thing he saw was the drunk pinned on the ground by S/O with their hands behind their back. She was using one hand to captivate the drunk’s, and her other hand pressed their face against the pavement.
A single intrusive thought crossed Akira’s mind.
God, I wish that were me…
The drunk began pleading for their life and prattling on about how they’ll try to be better. S/O released them and they fled the area.
S/O locked eyes with Akira. He simply crossed his arms with a neutral expression plastered on his face.
“Are you mad that I got physical?” When she warranted no response, she sighed. “I just wanted to protect you. I won’t apologize for that.”
Akira steadily approached her, his arms still folded, and then he lowered himself to meet her gaze. S/O waited for him to scold her as her defensive eyes bore into his raven-black orbs.
Instead, he tickled her ear with his lips and a whisper. “You’re coming with me.”
S/O blushed fiercely as Akira clasped her hand and led her upstairs.
She waited for him to initiate and fidgeted from the suspense.
He pivoted to face her.
“Teach me that move,” he requested with a serious and determined look on his face.
S/O was speechless, and also embarrassed by all her prurient thoughts.
“O-oh, um… I g-guess I could do that.”
His face promptly became inches from hers.
“Did you have something else in mind?” Smugness oozed from his teasing voice.
S/O’s face burned, and Akira simply laughed and kissed her on the crown of her head as he tugged her into a hug. “Thank you for defending me, by the way… you’re amazing.”
She returned the embrace and stroked his spine. “It’s no problem… I’d do anything to protect you, Akira.“
He smiled warmly as his grip tightened. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” He paused, and his voice grew solemn. “Please don’t put your life in danger, though. The world can’t lose someone as precious as you… neither can I.”
S/O affectionately nuzzled him. “Only if you do the same.”
The two snuggled for the rest of the night, explaining in great detail how special they are to each other and exchanging kisses.
Whenever S/O hears people mocking and judging Akira for his ‘criminal’ background, she won’t hesitate to knock them down a peg.
People gear their rude comments toward her as a result, but she doesn’t mind.
Akira cares, though, so he’ll put an arm around her shoulder and guide her away from the offenders, soothing her with his whispered words.
However, he doesn’t lack appreciation for her actions. He just doesn’t want her in his position; she deserves a life better than that.
Akira feels so ecstatic and fortunate to have someone cherish him so deeply. Not a single day goes by where he isn’t grateful to have S/O shield him.
He won’t allow her to carry the burden alone, though. She means far too much to him.
Ryuji would love a girl who’s able to kick his ass and look adorable while doing it.
He wouldn’t see it coming, since S/O is so petite and feminine.
Her wardrobe was mostly composed of dresses and ballet flats, and they were all pastel colors.
S/O would chastise folks that excessively teased Ryuji, but she never showed her True Power until that fateful day.
One afternoon (just before Ann joins the party), Ryuji was loitering outside of Shujin waiting for S/O, and Kamoshida appeared, reprimanding him for being so lazy and worthless.
S/O heard the entire thing. “Get the hell away from him,” she hissed.
Kamoshida crouched down to leer at her. “Now how did a loser like Sakamoto land such a cute girl like you?”
His only reply was S/O’s knuckles crushing his windpipe. She dodged the extended arm that attempted to grab her, then she grasped the arm over her shoulder and flipped him.
The teacher grunted as he hit the ground with a thud that shook the earth beneath him like an earthquake.
“Guess you didn’t hear me the first time,” S/O said, her voice as chilling as ice. “I hope I’ve made myself clear.”
Kamoshida glared at her as he growled, “You think you can get away with doing this to me?”
S/O took a single step closer to him and he flinched. “I think I just did.”
She crouched down and spoke quietly, her sharp words for his ears only. “If you continue to harass him, your washed-up career won’t be the only thing that’s put to an end.”
Kamoshida’s face paled and he scowled as he begrudgingly retreated back into the school.
S/O turned back to Ryuji, who was standing there wide-eyed with his mouth agape.
“W-why are you looking at me like that?” S/O was stuttering and her cheeks were a crimson hue.
Holy shit, she’s so hot…
Out of all of Ryuji’s thoughts, that one was the most innocent.
“We’re drawin’ a lot of attention. W-why don’t we get outta here and, uh, go somewhere more… private.”
And boy did they
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He isn’t scared of her at all… well, maybe a little, but he knows she would never hurt him.
If someone even glances at Ryuji the wrong way, S/O will just
He’s obnoxiously smug about it since no one messes with him at school anymore.
But he wants to protect S/O, too; he believes that she deserves to have someone watch her back, so he asks her to train him.
She is so gentle with him; she would never be able to forgive herself if she actually injured him.
Ryuji said he could take it, and when he braced himself for impact, he only felt a soft smack on his chest. She just cannot bring herself to hurt him.
All he wants to do is kiss S/O when she acts so cute. It’s such a stark contrast to her combative side, and Ryuji is a complete sucker for it.
Yusuke is so smitten with S/O. She’s so compact, and he would love nothing more than to carry her around in his arms all day.
He nicknamed her as his ‘guardian angel’ because she always watches over him when he forgets to, or she’ll defend him when people spit nasty insults at him.
Yusuke didn’t suspect just how physically capable she was until the afternoon that he walked S/O to his dorm after her ballet recital, commending her talent and grace.
He was utterly captivated by her as they strolled about; the proof being the unwavering expression of adoration on his face.
In fact, the stars in his eyes blinded him so much that he collided with another pedestrian.
“Oh! My apologies,” he said, extending his hand to assist them.
The stranger aggressively slapped Yusuke’s hand away, causing the artist to wince and clasp his hand to his chest.
“I don’t need some damn pretty boy’s help!” they bellowed as they stood up.
S/O could hardly restrain her fury, and her voice shook when she spoke. “He said he was sorry. There was no need to be so violent.”
“Shut up, shrimp!” The stranger lunged at her and she twirled around, landing a formidable kick right in their jaw. The thug was quite tall, but thanks to her flexibility, S/O had no trouble.
They dropped to the ground yet again, except this time no one offered them aid.
The thug stammered an apology and skittered away.
S/O pivoted to face Yusuke. “Are you all right?”
He remained silent; he was struck with awe, as well as a desire to kiss her.
He snapped out of his trance. “…Huh? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
“Let me see your hand, just to make sure,” S/O coaxed.
Yusuke obeyed, and she delicately examined it with her soft fingertips. “Hm, it’s still a little red…”
She placed a light peck on the palm of his hand.
The careful control that he built up came toppling down. He grasped S/O’s face and descended to greet her lips with his.
Yusuke reluctantly separated from S/O. “I apologize, I couldn’t help myself… that was very unbecoming of me.”
S/O blushed and shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re all right.”
He smiled. “Indeed. I have you here to protect me, after all.” Yusuke clutched her hand and planted a kiss on top. “You truly are my guardian angel, S/O.”
Yusuke practically worships her; in his eyes, she’s the living embodiment of grace and strength.
S/O is the perfect model because she’s so flexible, and he’ll have her wear her leotard while she poses.
He flusters himself because all of her lean muscles become more prominent when she poses; as a result, his eyes stray to certain areas, and he needs to take a break before he gives himself a heart attack.
Yusuke’s constantly caressing her legs and arms with his fingertips; it’s like he’s feeling her power and strength.
He’ll do some light stretching or yoga with her, but S/O won’t allow him to try her daily routine since it’s too rigorous and she’s worried he’ll get hurt.
He’s astounded by her ability to scold people with so much dignity and authority.
Even though he acknowledges her bravery, he’ll interfere with her confrontations because he’ll be damned if she’s hurt as a consequence.
Yusuke has the utmost respect for S/O because she would face any opponent for his sake, even if it was the entire world; what’s not to love about that?