Apr 1, 2024
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I may or may not have a collection of shot glasses that were acquired by less than legal means. I'm glad to meet someone that appreciates that fact. /@dylcnrhodes
.closed starter | "save the tears for when we win." + @mindkiler
Patrick abriu a boca, ergueu o dedo e se calou logo em seguida, olhando ao seu arredor. Estavam definitivamente perdidos na floresta durante a caça as bandeiras. "Mas eu tenho certeza que isso é alguma ilusão causada por um dos filhos da magia, não é possível que nós dois-" Bufou, irritado, pondo as mãos na cintura antes de acelerar atrás do outro semideus. "Você nem mesmo está me ouvindo, né? Dylan, espere, não viu que nós já passamos por aí?!"
“Dylan Parkinson, my favorite friend. Don’t tell any of my other friends I said that.” Chelsea teased, dropping into the nearest chair with a sigh. “How is rebuilding children hearts, or setting bones, or curing whatever it is you do?” She asked, a cheeky smile on her face as she placed a coffee in front of him, holding her own in her lap. “And how is your hot, dad aged, fiance?”
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when: saturday, august 27th, 2022 location: fairgrounds - demolition derby availability: closed | @dylandunsmore
“You want a beer?” He asked Dylan, glancing over while he waited at the concession stand. The demolition derby was set to start soon and nachos and beer were a necessity to have at these things. Then again, when was beer not a necessity? Finn finished ordering and handed Dylan her half. The demolition derby was fun to watch, but it also was a good source of income for Shamrock Junk Ranch. Those broken down, torn apart cars had to go somewhere and he had the unique privilege of being the only junk yard in a hundred mile radius. “A’ight young blood, go pick the best seats in the house.” He motioned once they got out to the bleachers. Not that there were any bad seats in the arena but he didn’t care where he sat and though he wouldn’t say it aloud, he was happy to have the company of someone he didn’t hate to watch the derby.
WHERE: outside the wedding venue. jade something or other. WHO: @dylan-westwick & dom.
Running grease stained hands on his denim-clad thighs, Dominic slid the jack out from underneath the car he’d been working on and let the handle clatter noisily to the ground. He wasn’t a mobile mechanic-- didn’t have the . . . bedside manner, so to speak-- and Sean had been perfectly capable of handling this one all on his own. But Dom knew why he’d insisted. Change of scenery, a reason to stay busy: he got it.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed about it all the same.
Sliding a cigarette into his mouth, he made his way to the side of the building, away from the foot traffic and the finely dressed to grab a moment to himself. He didn’t need an invitation to recognize a wedding was taking place. Or had taken place, he didn’t know. Or care.
As he pressed his back against the wall, he let out a long breath it felt like he’d been holding for hours. Days, maybe. When the first hit of nicotine reached the back of his throat, he let out another breath, feeling it work its way into his too-tense muscles.
And then he looked up.
If he were anyone else, he might have laughed. The sound of footsteps, much closer than the ones around the front of the building, drew his attention first to a pair of shoes and then slowly made their way over planes and valleys of shape and material to settle on a face he knew far better than he wanted to.
Judging by the look on her own face, he was the last person she’d expected to find.
His hackles rose, some bone-deep reaction that had whittled its way into his very essence, though grief had taken some of the poison out of his bite. “Pretty sure the party’s inside.”
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WHO: @dylan-westwick WHERE: Dylan’s House, Claret Park
“Dixie!” Calling after the now loose Dalmatian as she sprinted down the sidewalk, Maddie was running as fast as she could to catch up. She wasn’t sure how Dixie got out of her collar on their walk, but now the pup, thinking the blonde was playing some sort of game with her, was sprinting, glancing behind her and stopping just long enough for Maddie to think she had a shot at catching her before she took off again. It’d been going on for a few blocks now and Maddie was beginning to get short of breath from the sprints. A hike she could do, miles and miles through the woods, but that was slow and steady. “Dixie!” She called out in vain once more, pausing to rest her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. It was then when Dixie, ever the trouble maker, looked back at her and then sprinted up through a yard and into the open front door of a home- a home Maddie hadn’t any clue as to who it belonged to. “Dix! Dixie, no!!” She hollered, taking off one more and chasing the dog through the house. “I’m sorry!” She called out, “I’m not here to rob you! Just to get the dog!!” Finally catching up to Dixie when she stopped to greet the woman Maddie could only assume was the homeowner, the blonde put the leash around Dixie’s neck once more and clipped the leash to it. Breathing hard, she looked to Dylan with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry. I swear, I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She didn’t break anything but if you need me to pay to have the floors cleaned or something please just let me know.”
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Summary: Y/N messes up on a mission and gets hurt, unknown to her knowledge, Mitch cares for the reader more than he'd admit, until now.
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Read
Warnings: 18+!!! Swearing, minor mentions of violence and injury, smut, nsfw, choking, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) and hair pulling!
Rating:18+
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You fucked up you knew it, obviously you weren't planning on landing yourself in a shitty motel, digging bullets out your arm, whilst your pissed of partner went of somewhere but her your were; finishing wrapping up you arm, putting the bandage roll down next to the cheap vodka and three bullets on the table.
You flopped back onto the bed, hearing creak under the pressure, thinking about where the hell your partner could be and what he was thinking. Your head shoots up when you hear the door bang open and and then someone slamming it shut, you look for your gun in table till you hear Mitch voice telling you it's him, he come and sits on the top corner of the bed furthest away from you, bending over so his elbows are on his knees and his head is craddled in his hands.
"what the fuck were you thinking Y/N?" He spoke with a distasteful tone.
"I'm sorry Mitch okay I'm sorry" Your we're going to carry in with your apology till Mitch cut you of harshly, standing to come and face you.
"YOU'RE SORRY! YOU COULD'VE DIED!
All you could do was look down at your hands like a child being yelled at, he then surprised you by grabbing your hair and taking your head back to look at him, you could see the rage in his eyes along with a glimpse of concern and fear.
"Show me your sorry" He spoke in a file and commanding tone.You looked at Mitch Confused, trying to figure out what he meant, looking into his eyes again all you could see was lust, so you did what you thought you should to show him how sorry your were.
You got on your knees, his hand still lacing through your hair as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his khaki coloured trousers along with his boxers. His semi-hard member slapping his stomach as it was released from its confinement.
You would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about what he'd look like under all those layers, but you sure didn't expect him to be that big, putting all your nerves aside you slowly grasped his member with one of your hands and began to slide your hand up and down, feeling him get harder under your touch.
You brought your mouth up to his tip as you kitten licked his slit, he hissed and his grip tightened on your hair.
"Y/N stop fucking teasing, please" he begged. Something about the way he pleaded made you giddy, you didn't stop the teasing, you felt Mitch pull your head back by your hair.
"I asked you to stop teasing so now I have to punish you!" He said through gritted teeth as he opened your mouth with his hand and slide his entire length in your mouth till he hit the back of your throat, he started to fuck your mouth, as you adjusted, euphoria took over your body, your eyes pricked with tears, head feeling light, you could feel you underwear getting damp as he ramped his dick in and out saliva coating it, his loud grunts and moans mixed with the look him, his head tilted back, eyes screwed shut as he struggled was enough for you.
"Fuck I knew you had a great mouth on you.. fuck I'm gonna..urgg!" He moaned as his hot, salty liquid spilled down your throat, pulling out he watched you swallow each little bit, licking your lips after as he lifted you too your feet.
"Take off your clothes and get on the bed, hand and knees now!" Mitch commanded as he began to remove his clothing fully, you darted to remove your tank top and pajama shorts thankful you didn't were anything underneath, as you climbed on the bed on all fours, you could feel Mitch approach your from behind as his length hit your arse, his hand coming down to caress your back trailing down to gently pat your butt cheeks.
Without warning he slammed his entire length into your heat, causing you to let out a scream, your head fell forward onto the mattress, your bum high in the air, you could somehow feel the sly assassin's smirk.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard and I don't want you to hold any of your pretty little noises back okay, baby girl?" He questioned drawing circles on your hips with his thumbs, when you didn't answer, he wound his hand round your throat and squeezed.
"Fuck! Yes yes!" You screamed.
"Yes what? Come on" Mitch said a smirk gracing his face. "AHH.. yes sir I promise I'll be good, please Mitch I need you!" Your screamed, hands balling into fists, he smirked again as he drew back and slammed in again, thrust going deeper and deeper each time, he was rocking back and forth admiring your arse slamming against him, watching his member disappear into your heat over and over.
"Fuck Mitch.. baby yes! Just like that!" You moaned loud, you felt as though the room was spinning it felt so good, he made a ponytail from your hair and pulled you back so your back was against his chest, his lips to your ear as he spoke.
"I'm gonna turn you over okay baby?" He pulled out as you whimpered from the lost feeling of being full, as he laid you on your back and lining him self up and sliding back in at full force, he started to kiss and suck at your neck as you dragged your nails down his back leaving red marks in your wake, he moaned from the euphoric pain.
"Fuck princess!" He yelled, his thrust began to get sloppy.
"Yes Mitch.. fuck! I'm gonna cum, please fuck!" You moaned as
he began to join your lips as he kissed you through your climax, shaking and sweating as you cane crashing crashing around him, moaning into his neck, he then pulled out as he came on your stomach.
Slowly he rested his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath, he then got out of bed and came back with a fresh towel, wiping the juices of your endeavour from your thighs and stomach. He laid back and pulled your frail body onto his, arm resting round your waist as your laid you head and arm and his upper body and one of your legs partially draped on one of his.
"I'm sorry Mitch" your quietly spoke, drawing random lines on his torso. He placed a kiss to the top of your head and spoke softly.
"It's not your fault Y/N, I just got worried because... I feel something for you, I don't what it is and its terrifying."
You looked up at him and smiled as his looked down, you lean up to join your lips in a brief kiss.
"how about we give us a chance see.how that goes, and I know cause of your past if you don't want to-"
"I want to I want to give us a chance" He interupted as he pulled you closer, safety and happiness dominating your emotions.You feel your eyes shutting as sleep takes over as you fell into the Wath of your new boyfriend.