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Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

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. 

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Learning 2 Share - Stilinski Triplets + Mitch Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @writingsbychlo

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Stuart Stilinski/Reader, Thomas Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5668

Notes: Here y'all go. Finally here. So, there’s a lot of warnings for this one, let’s go. *cracks literally every fucking none in my body as preparation* Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Orgy, Multiple Orgasms, Spit Play, Anal, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Double Penetration, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Marking, Biting, Scratching, Over Stimulation, Shower Play, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Begging, Dominance, Older/Younger, Orgasm Denial and Choking/Gagging. Huge thanks to Steffy because even though she doesn’t like butt stuff, she proofread this for me. If that ain’ true friendship then I don’t know what is. I love you @dumbass-stilinski​ <3


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MASTERLIST

** Indicates smut.
* indicates mentions of smut, it is heading towards smut, …
Italics indicate planned works still in the making!


STILES STILINSKI - TEEN WOLF

#1 Someone needs to **
#2 Tether **     
#3 After Hours ** (Lawyer!Stiles) 
#4 Northern Lights


VOID STILES - TEEN WOLF

#1 Riddle me this        


DYLAN O’BRIEN

#1 On a silver platter
          Pt. 1 **
          Pt. 2 **
#2 Christmas miracle
          Pt. 1 Consider this your lucky day
          Pt. 2 Underneath the mistletoe     
          Pt. 3 Happy New Year!                
#3 Teasing leads to …** 
#4 No one like her

MITCH RAPP - AMERICAN ASSASSIN

#1 Following Orders
          Pt. 1 Just started, but not yet finished. *   
          Pt. 2 Don’t tempt me, Rapp. **                 
          Pt. 3 You want it just as bad as I need it. **     
          Pt. 4 I’ll make sure you won’t regret it. **   
          Pt. 5 That’s an order. *          
          Pt. 6 You need this just as bad as I want it. ** 
          Pt. 7  I fucking followed an order.* 
          Pt. 8 Class dismissed**
          Pt. 9 Smile at the camera.**  
          Pt. 10 Epilogue 

#2 Partners in crime
This is not a series, but multiple one shots set in the same universe.
          i. Ruin Me**
          ii. Only you and me**


THOMAS - THE MAZE RUNNER

#1 Morning Glory
          Pt. 1 Who’s Thomas?
          Pt. 2 Fucking thank you Newt.*
          Pt. 3 A day off **     
         
Pt. 4 Unspoken issues
          Pt. 5 A posse ad esse ** 
         
Pt. 6 Quite the ultimatum*    
         
Pt. 7 You have to earn it.
          Pt. 8 Hear me out.  
         
Pt. 9  Time is short on our side.** 
          Pt. 10 This can’t be happening ** 
          Pt. 11  Ipomoea purpurea
          Pt. 12 Even if it’s the last thing I do.** 
         
Pt. 13  M-O-R-N-I-N-G-G-L-O-R-Y         
         
Pt. 14 The maze isn’t what you think it is. 
          Pt. 15 I’ll explain everything later. 
          Pt. 16 A Griever’s sting 
          Pt. 17 You made it, Thomas.**  
          Pt. 18 What now? - THE ENDING  
          
          

STUART TWOMBLY - THE INTERNSHIP

#1 Notorious
          Pt. 1:  You know him. Or at least his reputation.
          Pt. 2:  Do you know what he said?*
          Pt. 3:  I’m your wing woman for tonight.*
          Pt. 4:  Let me return the favor.**
          Pt. 5:  Did you seriously …*
          Pt. 6: Stu, are you home?**
          Pt. 7: Whats-her-name changes games*
          Pt. 8: My number one rule
          Pt. 9: I don’t want this - Do I?
          Pt. 10: I think we need to talk*
          Pt. 11: What are you sorry for?
          Pt. 12: Where’s your bodyguard at?
          Pt. 13: Game plans
          Pt. 14: Tricks up my sleeve**
          Pt. 15: Epilogue

Here to Negotiate - [Mitch Rapp!Lawyer AU]

Mitch Rapp x Reader (Lawyer!Mitch x Lawyer!reader)

A/N: Hello, I have no idea where this came from. A result of procrastination and too many seasons of a courtroom drama. I have so much actual work to do which is why this is definitely not my best effort. So don’t judge my writing based on this pls lol. Thank you to my absolute favorite person ever @redstringlovers for being the loml, reading and proofing this so last minute for me. I would not have posted if not for her generosity with her time and effort.

Fic note: It’s just some Mitch Rapp smut. I tried to weave a story in there somewhere but it’s anyone’s guess, really. If the terminology and stuff is wrong my bad in advance.

Summary: Mitch is the opposing lawyer with a company your client is trying to acquisition (acquire?) and an old friend.

Warnings: smut, fluff and a weak ass story line

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Paradice

A/N: No. The title is not a misspelling.

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 5,859

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral (M&F Receiving), Slight Dom!Dylan, Rough, Fluff, Awkwardness

A/N#2: You can thank @haveyoumetmeyet for this imagine. She played me into writing it. She’s smart like that. Also, big thanks to @redstringlovers for helping me with a few ideas on this. Where would I be without you guys? <3

   I smiled at Dylan from across the room, my drink firm in my hand. Dylan smiled back, lifting his beer in a toast as he winked at me. I hid my blush by taking another sip of my drink. Holland, who was standing in front of me, stepped to the side so she was blocking Dylan from my view. My eyes refocused on her.

   “Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Holland said.

   “Oh, sorry, Hol,” I chuckled nervously, ridding Dylan from my mind. “What were you saying?”

   “I asked what you were going to do now that Teen Wolf was over, but now I’m more interested in who got you so red.” Before I could say no, she looked back. Dylan, who’s eyes had still been on me, quickly darted back to Tyler Posey, continuing with the conversation like he hadn’t been staring elsewhere.

   I dreaded seeing Holland’s face when she turned back to me because I knew what she would say. For years, she’d been begging me to talk to Dylan about my feelings for him, but what was the point of that when the possibility of losing his friendship altogether seemed greater than the chances of him reciprocating my feelings? Holland wasn’t the only one who wanted me to tell him; Shelley and Tyler knew, but I made them vow secrecy if they valued my friendship.

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Safety in Numbers - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 6,746

Warnings: 18+, NSFW,  Dirty Talking, Oral (Female receiving), Cowgirl, mentions of being hurt, Protective Mitch

Notes: THIS IS A BELATED BIRTHDAY FIC FOR MY BABE @stilinski-stydia-obrien. She wanted some protective, fluffy smut Mitch. So here you go Shannon. I love you to pieces and I hope you enjoy this. It’s literally the soft, mushy side of Mitch you don’t see that often. 

“No.”

“What the hell do you mean no?”

“I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Arabic? لا (la). How about German? Nein. Oh, how about the newest language we learned together? Portugese! Não. Do you get it now? No means no.”

“Why the hell not, Mitch?”

“Because I said so.”

In case you are wondering, this would be Mitch Rapp. Also known as your partner in crime. Also known as a complete dick bag at the moment.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

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That’s My Job - Mitch Rapp [Smut]

Author: @writingsbychlo 

Character(s): Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11770 (yeah, you saw right. Eleven thousand, seven hundred & seventy).

Notes: Here is the long awaited Mitch fic, it got super long and I had to reign myself in because otherwise this would be closer to 20k words. Seriously. We have fingering, public sex, object penetration, oral (both receiving), squirting, over-stimulation, spanking, bondage, restriction, dirty-talk, denied orgasm, multiple orgasm, daddy kink, public kink. Proofread by Steffy who’s been giving me all the support during this and she slike my entire reason for not giving up right now, so thank you. @dumbass-stilinski ❤️


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Following Orders pt. 4 - Mitch Rapp

Description: Y/N and Stan have to deal with a new recruit being sent in. Training a handsome, reckless man is one thing. But can she keep her hands to herself?
Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader - AMERICAN ASSASSIN

Title:   I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

Word count: 1987

A/N: Contains teasing Mitch and oral (female receiving). It’s a slow build-up to something neither of them will forget. Please let me know what you think! xox

Part 1. *  Part 2.**  Part 3**. Part. 4 Part 5.*

“Rapp! Stop!” I feel the heavy weight being lifted off my back and I push myself onto my knees, coughing from the mud that somehow seemed to have gotten into my mouth – being face planted face first. I feel a hand curl around my biceps and I jerk away, immediately rising to my feet. I expected to see Mitch, but instead am met with Stan’s penetrating gaze.

“You alright?” Stan whispers, barely audible for myself, as he brushes clumps of dirt from my shoulder blade. I roll my eyes, wiping along my face – and probably spreading the mud even more. “Of course I am. Fucking prick.” I am still slightly gasping, shaking my head as I glare angrily at a panting Mitch Rapp a few feet away. He is leaning against a tree, not giving any of us any form of attention as he tries to catch his breath himself.

“Go hit the showers, you’re done for today. I’ll deal with Rapp.” I hear Stan loud and clear, but I still can’t help it if I feel my own bubble of anger bursting at the sight of the new assassin – well, trainee. These practices were for him to control his movements and take control over the situation – but as soon as I had pinned him to the flooring of the woods today, something had seemed to snap in him. The unexpected happened and I wasn’t prepared – a mistake on my part – ending with me eating mud for dinner.

“Your new puppy has some serious anger management issues.” I speak just loud enough for Mitch’s head to snap in my direction at my words, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “Fucking bullshit.” I growl again and push away from Stan to jog out of the woods and toward our rooms.

At first, I didn’t even notice how sore my body was. When my jog eventually slowed down to a leisure stroll, I could feel every muscle strain in agony after three days of non-stop training with Rapp. I wince with every step I take towards the showers, my towel clutched tightly in my bloody fist – I had hit the tree bark instead of Mitch’s nose yesterday. Somehow the wounds had ruptured again.

I don’t get why Hurley paired me up with Mitch. Maybe Hurley wanted me to taunt Mitch, draw some emotions from him that he needed to gain control over – and let me tell you, that man has a lot of uncontrolled emotions. But at least a heads’ up would’ve sufficed. Stan always quickly came to my aid when Mitch seemed to lose it and although I’m sure I could take him, I was thankful. I hadn’t been in the right mind either and I wouldn’t get away fast enough – before Stan would be on my ass as well.

One second, we’re practicing manoeuvres, and the next, it seems as if you can visibly see his eyes shift and I’m thrown forcefully against a tree, knocking the air right out of my lungs. Three days of Mitch Rapp going absolutely berserk on my ass was enough for me to be out of training for at least a week – I could feel it in every cell. My body was begging me to stop.

A groan loudly slips from my lips when I notice a fine, purple handprint already gaining shade on my right arm. I wipe at my face again, pursing my lips together and suddenly I’m wincing a lot more than before. I lift my hand away from my head and see the droplet of blood dangling on my thumb, indicating my busted lip, which I ignored. I wipe over the cut again, licking over it and smiling when I couldn’t taste the familiar metal taste anymore.

My possessions drop onto the old tile floor in front of one of the shower stalls furthest to the back, waiting around so the lights would pop on after me flicking the switch upon entrance. It seems as if every movement demands too much energy from me now and I just need a few moments to myself, even if it were only minutes, to try and let the hot beam of water at least soothe the sore muscles in my back.

I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I don’t hear the metal door clink back closed after being opened, or his loud footsteps echoing through the cramped space, or his belt buckle hitting the same tile floor that holds my clothing. I only sense his presence when he’s right behind me and I stiffen, relaxing against his touch when I realize who it is.

“You held your own pretty well out there.” He breathes against my neck, the tip of his nose brushing along my shoulder and up to my jaw, peppering the wet skin with feather light kisses.

My fingertips press into the tile on the wall and I open my eyes, turning my head to feel the scruff of Mitch’s beard rub along my cheek. “Leave.” Every cell in my body screams for me to pounce on him – although my head is screaming to snap his neck for doing this to me.
“Let me make it up to you…” His fingertips dance over my hips, his arms winding around my stomach and he pushes my naked body flush against his. I wince again, trying to pry his arms off my body.

“There is nothing to make up to me. But you could be a doll and fuck off.” I whip around in his embrace, pushing against his chest and sending him staggering backwards. His gaze flicks over my frame and I know he lingers on every abrasion that shouldn’t be there in the first place – gifts from him from the last couple of days. “I thought about your words the other day.” Mitch speaks, his brow set low as he takes tentative steps closer.

My features set into a glare as I hide my exposed body from Mitch’s wandering gaze. “Which?”
“About following orders.” His hand reaches out for me, fingertips ghosting over my waist as he steps impossibly closer.
“Well I don’t see you listening right now, that’s usually where it starts. With listening.” I press my flat hands against his bare chest, a hint of a smile breaking through. He reciprocates my gesture with a smirk of his own.

“Aren’t you witty.” His hand cups my jaw and he presses my head against the tiles. A groan leaves my lips when I feel Mitch’s erection press against my thigh, his lips hovering mere inches from mine. “What? No remarks left?” He chuckles as his lips connect with my jaw, trailing his kisses toward my lips. “Where was that arrogance when I was sucking you off, Rapp? Tell me that.”

“There is the mouth I love so much.” Mitch breaths, catching my lips with his in a sloppy kiss. His tongue swipes along my bottom lip before he deepens our kiss, fingertips roughly digging into my ass.

“I couldn’t…” Mitch starts, his teeth sinking into my shoulder blade as his hands roughly cup my breast, “…stop thinking…” another lick before his teeth graze my skin, “…about your lips…” I interrupt him, dragging a moan from his lips as I rake my nails along his chest, “…wrapped around my cock. And I couldn’t stop –“ His gaze meets mine and it feels like he sets me ablaze with the intensity, his hand cupping over my core and drawing a shudder out of my body.

“- Stop imagining what it would feel like to be buried inside you.” It’s my turn to moan loudly, arching my back off the wall and against Mitch’s toned, bruised chest. His middle finger presses between my folds, dragging a low-pressure line until his fingertip hits my clit and I’m a moaning mess.

In a split second, I’m turned around in Mitch’s grasp and my breasts press against the cool tile. His lips reconnect with my neck and one of his arms holds me flush against him while his other disappears between my legs once more.

“Tell me what you want, Y/n.” Mitch rasps against the shell of my ear and shudders erupt all over my body. His fingertips are tapping against my pelvis, his other hand raising to cup my breast, kneading the soft flesh with his calloused fingers.

“You.” I state matter-of-factly, turning my head and pressing my lips against his firm jaw. I drag my bottom lip across his cheek as his fingers dip between my legs again, his eyes tightly shut and mouth agape. A growl passes my lips when I feel him press into me again, his thumb pressing against my clit.

“Oh my –“ I breathe, throwing my head back, against Mitch’s shoulder. My fingernails dig into his muscular arm as I try to catch my breath. Mitch’s skilled fingers trace patterns onto my clit as he pumps in and out, each time the tips of his fingers grazing my G spot.

“Mitch – I – “ I gasp, his touch, grasp and lips heightening all my senses. He picks up the pace, his movements jerkier and I feel his erection rub along my ass, pushing me even further to my orgasm. “Come on, baby.” Mitch whispers against my skin before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh and my breathing hitches as my orgasm crashes over me.

Mitch stills his movements, his lips never quavering their gentle assault over my neck and shoulders. I lazily turn my head to catch my lips with his and he’s eager to comply, moaning against my lips as he tightens his grip on my breast.

When I’ve caught my breath, he takes a step back and lets me turn around. I’m quick to walk up to him, grasping his neck with both my hands and roughly pull him down for a passionate, tension-filled kiss. He moans against my lips as I let my fingers ghost over his abdomen before taking a step back.

Mitch whips his head around as I step away from him and away from the water. “Y/N, come back. I’m not done with you.” I glance back at him, my fingers curled around the shower curtain as I grant him my biggest smirk. “But I am done with you though.”

“Y/N you can’t just leave me here like this.” Mitch yells as he throws his arms up, eyes wide and I can’t help but glance down at his very prominent erection. My tongue darts out to lick along my lips as I let my gaze fall back onto his, pulling my lip between my teeth.

“Oh, but I can, Rapp. I need my rest as someone practically killed me out of a bit of sexual frustration.” I laugh, wrapping my towel around my frame as I pick up my scattered clothing off the floor.

“My frustration can only get worse like this, baby. Come on, come here.” Mitch reaches out from underneath the shower and I step out of his reach, laughing humourlessly as I shake my head at the aggravating man who immediately frowns when he realizes what I’m doing.

“Prove to me you can really listen, Rapp, and I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.” I wave at him before turning around and slipping out the door. I can’t get the shit-eating grin off my face.


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OK BUT HOLD UP

I found this gif….

And it just sorta killed me a bit inside

Because if you actually look at his face,

It looks like he’s bending you over something,

And slowly putting it in you from behind

Every so slowly because it’s too big for you

And it’s so sensitive so he just opens his mouth

And starts to moan out at the sensation

Of skin on skin

And then all of a sudden

BOOM

It’s all the way in and he’s all like hell yes

Whilst he pounds you from behind into oblivion

Ok that’s all for now I got yall

femme fatale || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 9,666

warnings: smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, angst, mentions of death, betrayal

author’s note: my first mitch rapp anything really! i hope you guys enjoy this because i’m so genuinely in love with this fic! special thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles who helped me with this and gave me so much support! she’s on vacation right now, so she is unable to read it. anyway, enjoy!

pairing: mitch rapp / reader

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Pulling the chair from underneath the table, Y/N set the last box of ammunition on the wooden surface next to the various handguns spread across the table as she sat down. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed, ejecting the magazine from the gun by pressing the button on the side of the hand grip. She inserted the ammunition into the magazine, filling it back up before reinserting it briskly, hearing a clicking noise, which indicated that the magazine was locked in place.

She continued her actions, awaiting to hear the news on her next assignment from Irene Kennedy who was the director of the Counter-terrorism center at the CIA. Y/N had been recruited four years ago as a potential agent, only being twenty one years old. When Irene heard of the young woman and what happened to her as a teenager, she immediately took an interest.

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Multiverse Lovers - Part Five - Mitch Rapp

Title: The Happenings of The Orion Team

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 10,858

Warnings: 18+, NSFW,  Dirty Talking, mentions of prostitution, Road Head, Mitch stripping you slowly, Fingering, Chair Sex, Doggy Style, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Bondage 

Notes: I guarantee you will PROBABLY scream at me for this chapter. Please. Tell me your thoughts. I want to hear them. A big thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski because she actually helped me with this plot a LOT and kept me motivated yesterday while I was writing. And @minhosmeanhoe for dealing with my snippets earlier while not giving her the ending because I want her to flip out. 

Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Your aching limbs stretched out, bones cracking from your sleep. The bed underneath your weight was plush, your body tangled in the layers of Egyptian cotton. Your hair was messy, strewn across the white, tan and gray pillows. The gray duvet covered the tan sheets, your body sticking to the white fitted sheet. The lamps attached to the wall on either side of you lit the room, your eyes dilating as they adjusted to the light. 

You sat up slowly, scanning your surroundings carefully. Where am I now? The dark walls offered no evidence of where you had awoken, the lone window in the room showing the night sky. Faint lights from the city sparkled in the distance, the location nonrecognizable. You slipped from the bed, a chill running down your spine from the air on your skin. Bare feet touched the ground, padding across the dark carpet to the window.  

“Where am I?” You mumbled to yourself. The sound of dogs barking in the parking lot below was heard clearly through the panes of glass, lost to the night air otherwise. You caught sight of your own reflection in the window, gaping at it. “What the fuck am I wearing?" 

Turning on your heel, you bolted for the bathroom attached to the room, barely able to flick on the light on the way in. You studied yourself in the mirror, your mouth dropping open more. Your breasts were propped up in the green skimpy lingerie you found yourself in. Black lace covered the top of it, half of your breasts spilling from the tops and a black band lining the bottoms of the cups. Two stirps of slightly transparent fabric draped down your sides, the cut designed to show off your stomach. Your groin was covered by a think G-string thong of black lace, a small triangle of green in the center and a black bow on the top. The back of your top did nothing to cover your backside, your ass on full display thanks to the thong.  

"Oh God. Why am I dressed like this?” You grumbled, rubbing your face carefully to not smudge the makeup you noted was on your face. You studied yourself for a moment longer before leaving the bathroom, making for the shut door. As you approached it, you could hear the muffled voices on the other side. You couldn’t understand the words, the scratchy voice of someone screaming at someone else in another language heard through the wood. 

What language is that? Arabic? Turkish? French? Portuguese? I should have taken advantage of language classes in school.  

Footsteps grew louder, approaching the door quickly. In a fit of panic, you darted into the first place you could think of – back to the bathroom. The door shut quietly behind you, leaving you to pace back on forth on the tiled floor. Your fingers ran through your hair, trying to figure out what to do. There was no way to escape. 

You were trapped with an unknown person. 

There was pounding on the door, a thick accent heard through it “Are you finally awake? Hurry up and do your job! I’m not paying you to look pretty. I have my mistress but you were brought in to please my men!" 

"The hell?” You muttered, looking down at yourself. “I’m being paid to please men? What am I, a prostitute? This doesn’t explain where I am…"  

The pounding continued until the door flung open suddenly. You jumped back, eyes widening at the man in the doorway. "What are you waiting for? Some stuff came up so we are packing to leave in the next few hours. Until then, be worth the money I’m paying. Unless you want to die." 

Your eyes remained on the thick-accented man, orbs widening to the size of golf balls.  

Before you stood a man you saw on the movie screen a million times, a man all too familiar to your trained eye. However, for the first time since the odd occurrences began, you panicked. You weren’t with Mitch Rapp like you may have wished.  

You had awoken in the presence of Hamdi Sharif – arms dealer that worked with Ghost. And, for the first time since this all began, your thoughts were vocalized without a second thought. 

What the actual fuck?“ 

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Stress Relief - Mitch Rapp [Smut] (New Years Special 2018)

Author: @writingsbychlo

Character(s): Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 2076

Notes: LISTEN. ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE I LAST WROTE, THIS SUCKS, I KNOW ITS GONNA SUCK, BUT I THOUGHT I WOULD WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU GUYS FOR NEW YEARS. I’M SORRY IT’S SHORT AND CRAPPY, PLS FORGVE ME. Also, biting, blood-play, spanking, vertical 69-ing because I’ve never seen it written before (yay!) and it’s just generally pretty rough. 


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Following Orders, pt. 2 - Mitch Rapp

Description: Y/N and Stan have to deal with a new recruit being sent in. Training a handsome, reckless man is one thing. But can she keep her hands to herself?
Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader - AMERICAN ASSASSIN

Title:  Don’t tempt me, Rapp.

Word count: 1676

A/N: This part contains teasing and male self-help, because that is really what we needed in our dirty little minds today. You’re welcome.

Part 1 - Part 3

The following week was a complete and utter mess. I couldn’t be more distracted with Mitch Rapp continuously in my class, having to pull him from recruit after recruit in the first training sessions. The passion he carried was something that I could only envy, and it didn’t help with the arousal I felt every time he would discard his shirt half an hour in-training.

Eventually, none of the new recruits wanted to spar with him anymore, leaving him to deal with me on a daily basis. The soft touches he’d leave in his wake were something that would haunt me hours after training had ended. It had me wondering if he was doing this on purpose, or if I was looking into it more than I should have.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Y/n. This isn’t healthy.” I groan to myself, opening up Stan’s laptop and sliding back against the sofa in the living area. Half of the recruits on the premises were out with Stan on a three-day-hike, while the others were knackered from my excessive training this morning. I had some sexual tension to get off my shoulders – and they were my guinea pigs.

I navigate through the folders in search for the camera footage of the premises, checking to see if anyone was misbehaving. My head falls back against the cushion, eyelids fluttering closed. The recruits weren’t the only ones tired – I was ready to end this as well.

I thought back about Mitch’s words. They ran through my mind almost on repeat, like a broken record. I’m not finished with you yet. My gaze flicks to the camera on the top right, seeing Mitch sneak through the hallways of the elder recruits. My interest is sparked, and I follow him through the cameras.

He stops in front of my door, standing there for quite a few minutes, without moving. I’m intrigued, my body straightening as I push the laptop toward my knees, tilting the screen in hopes of increasing the contrast of the images. “What are you doing Mitch?” I mumble aloud, opening a mail from Stan that pops up and I glance at the one mail in my inbox containing the training footage from the CIA.

“Research purposes, yeah.” I mumble to myself, opening the footage from the CIA we had received a week and a half ago. Mitch had already immensely improved since arriving here and by the end of the month he’d be training alongside me instead of the new recruits if he managed to contain that temper of his. Stan already wanted him in, but I tried to steer him away from that thought as long as possible. To my regret, it was my job to tell Mitch he was being upped and was supposed to start training with me starting the following week.

I glance back at the live-feed and see Mitch hand raised as if he were to knock on my door. He seems to contemplate his actions, turning back around and pacing, before storming back to the door and knocking. Of course I wasn’t going to answer as I was staring at him from across the facility. The laptop is resting on my arm as I stumble over to Hurley’s desk, dropping onto the leather seating.

My hand hovers over the intercom button as I glance back towards Mitch on screen, seeing him pacing in front of my door. “Mitch Rapp to Hurley’s office.” He doesn’t make any motion that he is moving toward me, and I groan, pressing my finger back on the intercom. “NOW Mitch.”
I can just see him groan as he stomps away and I can’t help but amusedly watch him approach.

I’m not fast enough when suddenly the door of Stan’s office flies open with great force and I slam the laptop closed roughly, the echo slapping through the room – as if I were caught. Groans and grunts from the Gym footage whisk through the air before dying down and I snap my gaze from the closed laptop to a smirking Mitch. “What were you doing?”

My cheeks feel like they’re flaming red and I shake my head dismissively. “Nothing that should be of your concern.” I motion for him to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk, tapping my fingers along the expensive wood as I looked through his papers, pretending to be searching for something in particular.

“Why did you want me here?” Mitch gruffly huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he slides down his seat. It feels as if I am about to scold a teenager for graffitiing the walls or something. A groan leaves my lips as I raise to my feet abruptly, trailing around the office, never making eye contact with Mitch. “Hurley and I have been talking. I think it’s time for you to join the – uhm, more trained recruits.”

He doesn’t speak, but I can just see the stupid smirk he is sporting. And as soon as I turn around, I am met with just that. “Let me warn you though, Rapp.” I sit down on the edge of the desk, brushing my leg along Mitch’s thigh, never once letting my gaze waver from his. “I will not hesitate to kick you out of this facility if you cannot control your temper.”

His hand raises and his fingertips dance across my knee, his gaze flicking to his hand, before reconnecting our gaze through his eyelashes. This man is driving me insane.
“Do you even hold authority over me anymore if I’m not one of the recruit you are training?”

A scoff leaves my lips, but the grin I possess speaks for me. My fingers curl around his wrist, yanking his touch away from me – although reluctantly.
“Don’t tempt me, Rapp. I’m more than willing to show you what I can do.”

Mitch raises to his feet so quickly I don’t have time to react as he corners me against the desk. His head is tilted, lips ghosting over my jaw but he doesn’t speak. I squeeze my eyes closed, internally yelling at myself to not do anything – he was still my recruit until the next twenty-four hours had passed. I’m desperate in finding a way out of this, even though I would want nothing better than to desecrate Hurley’s desk – and whole office maybe.

“Go take a shower, Rapp. You reek.” I lightly push against his chest, although I can tell – and he probably can too – that there isn’t much force behind it. I don’t want him away from me, but I have to think rationally here.

“If that’s what you want, Y/N.” He whispers, his gaze twirling from my lips up to my eyes before he winks, trailing backwards and out the door. “You’re expected in the left wing Monday eight sharp, Rapp!” I yell after him, my voice wavering as I transfix my gaze on his ass as he walks away from me. “Fuck. My. Life.”


I filled in Mitch’s paperwork, just as Stan instructed me to do, and was desperate for some relaxing time. First of all, a shower was in order, and I’d spend the rest of my evening in my room with a book or something. Anything to get away from this madhouse.

I had left the camera footage be, not wanting to rile myself up further by staring at Mitch. Instead, after a quick stop by the sleeping hall of the new recruits, to check in, I headed straight for my own room to grab my necessities, and heading to the showers straight after.

My shirt is already lifted over my head as I walk past the door to the communal showers, throwing and piling my clothing at the far end before wrapping a towel around my waist to keep me covered from any wandering eyes. I can hear the shower running in one of the stalls but pay no extra attention to it – until I hear him grunt.

I stop in my tracks, squeezing the towel closer to my body as I listen to Mitch groan again. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself as I peak past the shower curtain. Heat immediately rushes to my neck and my core as I lift my hand to bite onto it, refraining from making any sound.

Mitch’s back is pressed against the stall, his head thrown back, pants and groans leaving his lips. My eyes trail down, across his toned chest and stomach, to his prominent V-lines, to land on his large, veiny hand wrapped around his shaft, rapidly and roughly pumping his cock.

His unoccupied hand clenches and unclenches, punching against the stall as another foal groan slips from his lips. I lick my lips, stepping closer to his stall and wiping the accumulated sweat of my brow. He seems close to his release, his hand pumping faster and faster, his hips starting to thrust along with his hand movements.

His whole body turns rigid as his hand stills, hot spurts landing in his chest and fist as a long, dragged out moan slips from his parted, pink lips. His chest is heaving, his hand coming up to course through his long strands, pushing them out of his face while he regains his breathing.

As soon as he reopens his eyes, our gazes meet. I smirk, winking and walking away from him, into my own stall.

“I think you have more privacy in your own room rather than the communal showers, Rapp.” I hear a gasp coming from behind the stall, the water turning off and the shower curtain being yanked back. I turn on the water, wetting my hands before stepping underneath the hot stream and slipping my eyes closed – smirk very prominent on my features.

My eyes snap open when I hear my own shower curtain, the only thing separating Rapp and I, shaking as he brushes his hands along it while passing me. “I’m hoping you enjoyed the show, Y/N. It’s only just the beginning.”


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Beauty and The Assassin // A Mitch Rapp Smut

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)

Song: Feel Something by Jaymes Young

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.

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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.

“I’m not.”

“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.

“Mitch?”

“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.

Dreams - Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 4,944 (not sure how this happened ;) )

Warnings- alot of fluff and smut

AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.

Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.

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Beards - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 9,970

Summary: He grew out his beard, making him more handsome. So, you naturally told him that you would have to fuck him if he got more handsome. What you didn’t know was… he wanted that.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Beards, Oral (both receiving), Shower Sex, Doggy, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Choking, Dirty Talk, Sexy Finger Sucking, Kind of strip tease, Face Riding, Table Sex, Cowgirl

Notes: This is dedicated to my loveliest @lovelydob because TODAY IS HER BIRTHDAY. I love you Sammmmmmmmmmm. We have frequently talked about her love for Mitch - particularly, his beard. So, BEARD LOVE FOR SAM. I hope you enjoy it! 

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Kiss My Ass - Stiles Stilinski/Mitch Rapp AU [Smut]

Author: @writingsbychlo

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Rapp/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar and some guy called Remington.

Word Count: 22,488 and I’m not even sorry about it.

Notes: Well, here it is! The highly anticipated ‘Kiss My Ass’ fic to honour reaching 2000 followers alongside the competition, so I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked on it for MONTHS. I need to thank some girls, because this would not have been done without them. Thank you to my wonderful babes @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski and @sincerelystiles and the @thelittlestkitsune and @stilinski–jpeg because without them this would not be complete, I owe them big time. Especially Steff, who proofread this entire fucking thing. Shout-out to her for not flying to England and stabbing my enough times to match the word count. So warnings, hmmm.. we have cheating, bleeding, injury, kidnapping, hostages, and major character death. on the side I know you’re all here for we’ve got oral (both receiving), many different positions, over-stimulation, squirting, first-times, masturbation, public sex, and teasing.


Originally posted by teenwxlves


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Following Orders pt. 3 - Mitch Rapp

Description: Y/N and Stan have to deal with a new recruit being sent in. Training a handsome, reckless man is one thing. But can she keep her hands to herself?
Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader - AMERICAN ASSASSIN

Title:  You want it just as bad as I need it.

Word count: 1630

A/N: Contains sexual innuendos and oral (male receiving). Please let me know what you think! xxx

Part 1. *  Part 2.**  - Part 3Part 4**

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Exposure // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Three [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series Masterlist

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Sinning, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,233 (I got slightly carried away)

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

A/N: I love Nia so much in this she reminds me of season one Stiles and aaah it just makes me smile brightly. Also, I really hope you guys like the surprise ending as much as I do.

“He’s at your house?!” Nia freaked out at me, slamming my locker door shut in the girl’s locker room. “The same guy from the club?!" 

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Unhealed Scars- Ch. 2

Title: Interviews

Word Count: 2,159

Warnings: Smut (fingering and dirty talk)

A/N: Chapter 2 is finally here! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out! I’m really proud of this chapter cause mainly it’s so hot tbh. Thanks to @mf-despair-queen and @malia–stilinski for dealing with my teasing my sending them snipits! Hope you enjoy! <3

Originally posted by craftydelusioncheesecake

fuck he’s hot

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