Summary: It’s almost your first full moon as a werewolf, and Stiles tries to help by chaining you up, not realizing that both of you actually enjoy it.
(Inspo from a scene in the tv-show. S4 EP4)
smut !!!
words: 2,719
warnings, tags & ff below!
cw & tags: Nolan walks in on you and stiles first before leaving like in the tv show, embarrassed/flustered Stiles, he gets an boner, smut, kink discovery, bondage, physical restraint, nipple play, cunnilingus, Stiles has a above average d (not lore accurate but whatever), chains obviously, praise, p in v, creampie, anxious reader, soft dom Stiles, sub reader, he asks for consent a lot because he’s respectful and hot, plot kind of?, your malia basically, reader hasn’t had sex in a long time, baby names, finger fucking, EVERYTHING IS AWKWARD
an: This took a very long time to make, I was basically fighting myself while making this. I was too focused on criticising my works rather than improving my writing. But now I’m trying my best to stop being so self-critical. Now enjoy the fanfic! I also have dyslexia and English isn’t my first language so beware. Have fun reading and don’t be afraid to comment! I love compliments. It gives me motivation to write more.💕
I’m not responsible for what you read and the characters are not mine!
Clanking chains echoed in the air. Stiles carefully pulled out long heavy chains with padded handcuffs from his duffel bag. The chains looked extremely worn, covered with deep scratches all over the metal and the padding was almost falling apart. Imagining the feeling made you feel a bit queasy. What if they ripped and you started attacking Stiles like a mani-
“It will be okay,” he said softly, dropping the chains and looking at you. Stiles always knew how you felt when you became anxious.
“I promise.” His eyes traced down your face, his captivating brown eyes meeting yours with sympathy.
“Stiles, what if—" You started but he stopped you, “Don’t think like that, that just makes your anxiety worse.”
“But Stiles—" he groaned, Stiles just took you by the wrist.“It will be okay.” His voice was soft but assertive, and even after his reassurance, you couldn’t help but spill your thoughts.
“Stiles, I don’t know if I can do this. What if my first moon is like Scott’s?" You said, biting your lip nervously. The taste of blood now a noticeable in your mouth while looking down at the floor trying to avoid the chains on the bed. A bigger pit formed in your stomach with every minute passing by. What if you went MIA? What if you attacked someone, like Scott tried to do during his first moon…? The thought scared you more than anything. Stiles shook his head.
“It will be fine, and if you happen to attack someone, this will help. Even though they are a little worn out,” he gestured towards the handcuffs.
“Every werewolf’s first full moon is crazy. It’s just a fact. But I’ll be there for you like I was at Scott’s.” Stiles explained softly before carefully securing the padded handcuffs around your right wrist.
“Really?” You looked up at him, pleading for more reassurance.
“Of course, I’ll be there for you,” Stiles said with a hushed tone as his hand moved up to your face, caressing your cheek. His eyes meeting yours again. Stiles was so gentle with you, you were precious to him. You were his top priority. Stiles thumb brushed your bottom lip with tenderness.
“I promise,” he stated, “but you really need to stop biting your lip. It’s bleeding.” Stiles chuckled with a smirk, he knew it wouldn’t stop but it wouldn’t hurt to remind you every now and then. You bit your lip when you got nervous, it was a bad habit that Stiles always took a notice too. Your faced heated up at his reminder.
“Wanna try again?” he whispered and you hesitantly nodded. Stiles’ slender fingers pulled on the metal, which made you let out a soft whine, causing a shiver down your spine.
“Is that too tight?” he asked softly with concern in his voice. Before you could respond, Noah, Stiles' dad, walked in on you two.
“Hey—“ Noah just wanted to check on you two to see if everything was okay. Just thinking you two were studying but no, instead he walked in on something he wasn’t ready for. Stiles wrapping you in chains. Noah paused at the sight. His mouth opened in shock as he clutched his thermos, that was filled with coffee.
“Hey… Um… This is not what you think, at all.” Stiles says awkwardly, looking back at you for help. But you just sat there, feeling a rush of embarrassment come over you. Stiles said his dad wasn’t going to be here…
“I don’t even wanna know,” Noah sighed while shaking his head, before closing the door and walking away.
“There’s nothing to know! Cause I just… told you that…” Stiles muttered under his breath. Your whole face became hot to the touch. The fact that his dad thought that you two were— The thought just made you feel more warm. You looked at Stiles to see his reaction but all he was doing was staring at you. You couldn’t really make out what he was thinking, you never could.
“So… Does this happen often?” You asked, Stiles nodded before adjusting the chains again.
“Unfortunately.” He sighed, a silence followed after that answer. Neither you nor Stiles knew what to say. While it continued you noticed that Stiles got rougher when he got bothered.
“Just ignore what he said. This isn’t like that at all…” He muttered, feeling a rush of embarrassment come over him. He shook his head, desperately trying to get the dirty thoughts out of his head. He took your left wrist and wrapped the padded handcuffs around you. Being handcuffed by Stiles wasn’t that innocent anymore. You couldn’t help but imagine that this might be more than innocent help from a friend. He tugged on it again and you couldn’t help but whine at the feeling. Silence spread over you two again. It made Stiles strangely aroused.. He tugged on it again to see if you had the same reaction, but you stayed quiet this time. This got awkward fast.
It took you a few minutes for you to realise that Stiles had a tent in his pants. A boner, and it wasn’t little… It was quite big, bigger than you imagined at least. Most guys would brag about their dick size but he didn’t. Your eyebrows were raised in surprise and he couldn’t help but tug harder in embarrassment when you saw it.
“Don’t look…” Stiles' voice got raspier, he was starting to feel self conscious so you looked away immediately.
“It’s okay it happens.” You responded, “it’s impressive actually.”
Stiles looked back at you in confusion. “What?”
“You’re big, your dick I mean.”
“Really?” He looked at you with curiosity now.
“Yeah,” you wanted to put your hands over your mouth. You couldn’t control your mouth. Words just slipped out, but Stiles looked really into it. His hands went to your waist.
“Do you like me?” He asked, “I do,” you replied.
Your eyes met for the first time since his dad walked in and you couldn’t help but lean in. His soft lips gently touching yours in a soft embrace. It was comforting.
“I like you too.” He slightly pulled away, his lips just hovering over yours. He then let go of your waist and replaced them with your wrists. Wanting to make the padded handcuffs tighter now that he knew that you liked it, he wanted to go further if you’d let him.
“Do you want more?” Stiles asked, and you nodded nervously. His slender fingers let go of your wrists before he pulled on the chains harder than before. The tight feeling around your wrists made you even hornier. Your lips immediately moved over to his. Stiles reciprocated immediately, the arousal and tension building up inside of you two.
It felt so good, maybe too good because your werewolf claws decided to come out. You jumped in surprise and tried to hide them. It was embarrassing enough that you were nervous, now this? Thankfully the chains and padded handcuffs got in the way of seeing them, you didn’t want to ruin the moment. Stiles then pulled his lips away from yours, leaning his forehead against yours.
“You want more?” he panted. Of course you wanted more! You wanted him, every inch of him. So you nodded and as soon as he saw you move Stiles pinned you down onto the bed, sitting on top of you. Before wrapping the chains around his bedposts. But the sight of your claws made him pause.
“Whoa, that’s cool.” He muttered, “does that happen when you get horny?” he looked at them in fascination. They were sharp, long and deadly. His fingers touching them carefully.
“I guess…” You shrugged awkwardly. Stiles chuckled before leaving small kisses down your neck. Which made you whimper.
“You like it?” He whispered in your ear. You responded with a weak yes. It felt so nice when he took control over you. A thing you haven’t experienced in a long time since you turned. Just trying to control your emotions had been difficult for weeks now. Now it’s as if the weight got temporarily lifted off your shoulders. All you could do now was melt into his touch. Stiles fingers then moved up and down your body, feeling you up. Appreciating every single part of you. Those warm fingers then sneakily moved under your shirt. Sending another shiver down your spine.
“You want it, baby?” He whispered, and now you responded with an eager yes. Gaining more confidence. His fingers then slowly started to move towards your bra; unclasping it and removing it before squeezing your soft breasts tenderly.
“You feel so good,” Stiles whispered against your ear. Slowly rubbing your nipples between his index finger and thumb. His mouth then moving down to your collarbone, leaving small marks on you like a claim. More moans started to leave your lips as you felt more pleasure. But unexpectedly, you started to feel oddly territorial about him. His natural smell taking over your nose, it was hypnotic. You wanted to make him yours. But these new feelings also carried new fears, which made you scared for what was going to happen next.
His fingers then moved down to your jeans. Stiles waited for consent before completely removing your pants and shirt. You hadn’t been this exposed in a long time. He saw how embarrassed you got and decided to take off his Star Wars t-shirt and jeans.
Now he was only in his boxers, and you couldn’t help but admire his body. He was slightly toned, cute biceps and covered in moles. You wanted to reach out and touch him. But then you remembered that your hands were tied. A pout appeared on your lips, but nonetheless he was still hot and that big boner in his boxers couldn’t go unnoticed. It twitched when you looked at it for too long. He coughed awkwardly before pulling your panties down, his dick twitching again. You were beautiful; it didn’t matter that you were shaved or not or had an innie or outie.
All he could say was, "Whoa," before taking off his boxers as common courtesy. Your eyes widened in surprise again. You had the same reaction as him, a surprised look. His tip was pink like his blushing cheeks, and it was dripping with pre-cum with a few veins protruding down his cock. His hair was shaved down to the grain. It probably got in the way of his sessions. All you wanted to do was suck it now. As your eyes lingered Stiles couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Stiles bent down to get to your level and kissed down your body.
“You look so beautiful,” Stiles said lovingly. You were so majestic to him. He admired every curve and mark on your body. Stiles loved them, he loved you. But he wasn’t ready to say it yet. More kisses pressed all over your body. Arms, stomach, neck, chest, and thighs, all the way down to your crotch. Stiles looked up at you, asking for the permission to go further. You consented before he spread your legs apart. Your warm cunt was so fascinating to him. Maybe it was obvious that he hadn’t seen much of a woman’s body in real life before. Only online.
Stiles then leaned down, just looking at your pussy. He could worship you for days, maybe even weeks. His tongue then immediately started licking and circling your clit. To your surprise he found it immediately, it looked like he did a lot of research online. Your head then leaned back in pleasure. The sensations were breathtaking, literally, you were panting heavily. One of Stiles' free fingers moved down to your hole and started finger fucking your pussy. Touching your g-spot, a loud cry of pleasure left your lips.
He felt himself get harder by every passing moment, it started to become painful but he didn’t care. He wanted to pleasure you first. Stiles moaned against your pussy while desperately moving for friction on the bed. The vibrations made you moan even more. Stiles was relentless with his mouth, it was amazing.
“Close…” you moaned weakly as his tongue sped up. It got even more slippery, and your breathing was ragged. You let out the loudest moan ever before your legs spasmed. As you came, your thighs squeezed the sides of his head. You needed to hold on to something, your hands gripping the padded handcuffs, slowly ripping them apart.
“Fuck…” you muttered as your whole body relaxed on his bed. Your legs limp now and all he could do was smirk before pulling away. He sat up to see you, his mouth was covered in your juices and spit. You were practically melting against the bedsheets. Your arms started to hurt but it was fine.
“Did it feel good?” He panted.
“It felt amazing.” You stated while catching your breath. Stiles then started stroking himself at the sight of you. He kissed you one last time before pulling away.
“My turn” Stiles smirked and spread your legs apart again. He positioning himself between your thighs.
“You ready?” He asked, a loud plea left your lips. His hands then went to your hips, positioning you rightly before his big cock entered your pussy. He let out a loud moan but stopped to let you adjust to his size. Stiles then moved slowly up inside you, his big cock reaching all the way up to your cervix. Slightly squeezing it.
“Can I move?” He asked and you answered with a yes, of course. You need him so badly. Stiles hips then started to move in a slow pace. He couldn’t stop praising you and moaning while moving. It felt so nice being his and being appreciated. After a few minutes Stiles couldn’t help but move faster. He grabbed the spot behind your knees and moved them back to let him get better access. Letting him move even deeper into you, you could feel his dick squeeze your cervix with every thrust. Every thrust made you moan louder.
“Faster please.” You begged, your body basically vibrating from pleasure. His lips then meet your chest, sucking it gently. A gasp left your lips when he lightly bit your nipple. You gripped harder on the handcuffs, you needed more of him. Stiles couldn’t help but chuckle as light curses left your lips. His thrusts got faster and deeper as he got closer to his climax.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Can I cum inside?” Stiles asked in a hurry. You couldn’t help but say yes before he did a deep final thrust inside you. Making his hot cum spill inside you, filling you to the brim. The feeling made you gasp. Stiles then laid on top of you while panting. Both of you were sweating messes and in a deep feeling of pure bliss.
“Fuck, you felt so good. Thank you.” He said. Stiles was utterly grateful for you. It took a few minutes for you two to recover before he pulled out of you, his hot cum running down your pussy. He laid beside you.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked softly as he started kissing down your neck again. “You were amazing,” Stiles added.
“Yeah, I’m great.” You panted, he continued to praise you as he kissed your body. After a while, he started to carefully unravel the chains from his bedposts. He paused, “Are you sure?” Stiles asked worriedly when he saw the red marks left on your wrists. His fingers were slightly caressing over those marks and you flinched. You were great, it hurt but it was the good kind. You nodded with a smile, trying to reassure him.
“I promise.”
He shook his head and said softly, “Let me take care of you.” Before carefully helping you apply soothing lotion to your wrists and hands, gently massaging it into your skin. He then assisted you into your clothes and handed you a cold glass of water, which you gratefully drank. His caring nature was one of the things you loved most about him. Afterward, he helped you settle into bed. You cuddled him since he liked to be the little spoon before falling asleep to each other’s heartbeat. You were finally his and he was finally yours.
works for more mature audiences will be marked with an 18+, but i was on here at like 11 reading smut so i really can't do much more about it. just... guys if you're young just get off tumblr.
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stiles stilinski (teen wolf)-
"is that because of me?" - 18+
stiles cannot stop getting turned on from the randomest things you do. so when you call it out, things in your friendship take a turn.
cool off - 18+
on a beach trip, your boyfriend is receiving some female attention that you're not fond of. so, you remind him of who he belongs to.
death of you - 18+
stiles wants to try a new meal and finds it to be his new favorite dish. (aka, munch stiles).
wow, you're so fucked - 18+
stiles just won a lacrosse game he actually contributed in!! wait- wait- are you- are you horny right now?!
the pain of being pure at heart - 18+
you and stiles are knee-deep in a pretty rough argument. unfortunately, you're also deeply in love.
"oh yeah?"
you and stiles are bickering. and he's hot. why does he have to be so hot?!
so whipped
stiles is insecure about his buzzcut, and you alleviate his worries.
meet the parents
when you officially meet your boyfriend stiles' father, stiles cannot keep his hands to himself. how distracting!
blurbs & rambles-
stiles, and his neighbor since he was four.
stiles is a whirlwind of a relationship!!
stiles is accidentally hot
stiles accidentally teasing reader - 18+
stiles and pet names
thomas (tmr)-
tank top - 18+
thomas can finally be horny now that he's saved the world. luckily for him, you're wearing a tank top.
mitch rapp is the type of guy who fucks like it’s his last mission - no mercy, no hesitation.
you don’t even get your back to the mattress before he’s on you, pressing the air from your lungs with the weight of his body, the rough scrape of his jeans still half-on against your thighs. there’s no ceremony, no patience - just a brutal kind of need, the kind that’s been simmering in him all day, barely held back beneath clenched fists and clenched teeth. his mouth crashes into yours, not for a kiss but to shut you up, to taste the way you whimper his name, to remind you who’s in control. it’s not slow or sweet. it’s war. it’s personal.
he drags your legs around his waist with one hand while the other wraps firmly around your throat - not squeezing, not yet, just holding. holding like a man who could break you if he wanted to. and maybe he does. your head’s spinning before he’s even inside you, already half-gone from the bruising pressure of his palm, from the pure adrenaline that comes with being wanted like this - used like this. when he finally thrusts into you, it’s not careful. it’s claiming. deep, relentless, a punishing pace that knocks the breath from your lungs every time his hips snap forward.
“fuck, look at you,” he snarls, dragging his teeth along your jaw before biting down just hard enough to sting. “always so tight for me- like you were made for this. made to be fucked stupid by me.” and you are. he makes sure of it. each thrust is harder than the last, his grip on your hips iron-tight as he pulls you down to meet him. you’re not sure which one of you is chasing it harder - your orgasm or his control. he presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard, growling low, “c’mon. take it. you can take it, can’t you?” you nod, desperate, ruined - but he wants words. “say it.”
“i can take it,” you gasp, voice wrecked, and that’s all he needs.
he flips you over without warning, drags your ass up and slams back in so deep your vision whites out. you claw at the sheets, at the pillows, at nothing - because there’s no saving you from this. from him. he’s grunting now, sweat dripping from his chest to your back, muttering a string of curses and praise against your spine as he chases his release. “fucking perfect,” he breathes, hands branding your hips, pulling you back into every ruthless thrust. “taking me so good- like you were waiting for it. like you fucking need this.”
and you do. because mitch rapp fucks like it’s a war, like every time might be the last time. and you? you’d let him destroy you over and over if it means you get to feel like this - burned alive and begging for more.
without you, green eyed boy, you're my yellow, sound of music, he understands me, you'll never love me [pt.1], worth the wait [pt. 2]
— reggie peters !
right here, right now, forever, t.l.c. (tender love and care), hide and seek, cinderella, heartbreak girl, school project, how i met your mother, olivia's first day, slipping through my fingers (sister!reader)
— mitch rapp !
lend a hand, lattes & sharpie markers, snowed in, 'till death do we part, being stan's daughter and secretly dating mitch would include..., coffee shop au moodboard
— stiles stilinski !
destination weddings, ghosts
— george weasley !
too late
— remus lupin !
kids in the summer [pt. 1], kids in the summer [pt. 2]
— rick flag !
for the best
— wilbur soot/will gold !
the heartbreak anthology [series], flowers in your hair (sunlight in my eyes) [pt. 1], remember me (remember your love) [pt. 2], tangled up (in strings of emotion)
— tommyinnit !
rainy day
— hasanabi/hasan piker !
cold hands, his clothes
— edmund pevensie !
surfaced feelings
— peter pevensie !
slipping through my fingers
— prince caspian !
just friends, bar fights & bandages
— bellamy blake !
promises broken & promises kept, sky full of stars memories, i still love you, among the stars
Warning: primal kink, bondage, gunplay, unprotected piv, slapping, choking, name calling. This is all written as a consentual relatioship between Mitch and Reader.
It was the second Friday of November, the date you and Mitch first met five years ago on a mission in Bulgaria. It had been a good five years, you’d been dating for two of those.
You were running in the woods, out of breath. The leaves crunching and twigs snapping underneath your feet. Mitch was chasing you, like he did the year before, and the year before that. It became your anniversary thing, every Friday you come to these woods and he would chase you, play this filthy fantasy you had. Like he did back in the day, chasing you. Not like this, but it became a your thing.
You loved the thrill of him chasing you, your heart was racing, your senses were heightened and adrenaline was pumping through your veins. Your muscles were burning from running so long, it had been thirty minutes, at least. You took a right to a secluded path, you hadn’t seen Mitch behind you yet for the last five minutes, so that was good.
You paused for just a moment, to catch your breath, your exhaustion was catching up already. You rested just for a second, you thought it was fine, he wasn’t there yet. You started running again, after a minute or so when you caught your breath. You looked at your surroundings, no signs of Mitch yet. That was good, really good. You ran for a couple more minutes, the woods were silent besides from your footsteps and the occasional chirping of birds.
Until someone snatched you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist as you let out a scream. Damn son of a bitch was a quick and quiet one. “Mitch no.. we can talk about it. Don’t you think?” You panted, but it was too late. He was already dragging you back to a cabin.
“No can’t do sweet cheeks.” He grinned, hoisting you up and slinging you over his shoulder like you were a potato sack. His hands were gripping your thighs hard, his gun was tugged into the waistband of his jeans, not loaded but still intimidating. Hid breath was heavy, he had ran as fast as you, maybe even a little faster. He didn’t talk when he walked you to the cabin, just gripping you tightly so you wouldn’t escape.
He dropped you down on a chair in the cabin, it was worn down, smelled musty and damp. It wasn’t in the best condition anymore. He tied your feed to the legs of the chairs, your hands behind your back fastened to the chair. “Naughty girl, running away from me.” He murmured, standing in front of you. The bulge in his jeans made it visible how much he enjoyed this.
His fingers gripped your chin, making you look up to him. “Thought you could escape me baby?” He asked, grabbing his gun and gently running the barrel of it across your cheek. “Fuck you, you murmured, playing along with your guy’s twisted fantasy. He huffed, giving your cheek a hard slap. “Don’t fucking talk back, you hear me.” His voice was low, filled with a warning.
“You know what i can do to you sweet thing.” He muttered, tapping the barrel of the gun against your lips. “You wouldn’t.” You challenged, looking at him. “Don’t you fucking think i wouldn’t do anything to your pretty little body.” He muttered, his hand going back to gripping your chin. He held your head still, pushing the barrel between your lips. “Suck it, don’t stop until i say so.” He ordered, pushing the gun inside your mouth.
The metallic taste made you gag, you weren’t so good at obeying. So when you didn’t suck the gun, his hand landed on your cheek again, his other hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head back. “Suck.” He ordered through gritted teeth, putting the gun back into your mouth. You did as he said so, sucking on the gun. Your eyes on him. “That’s a good girl.” He murmured, fucking the gun deeper into your mouth.
His fingers gripped your hair tighter, pushing the gun deeper until you were gagging an choking on it. Your eyes teared up, spit dripping down your chin as he fucked the gun in your throat. “That’s it… see how well that pretty little throat takes it.” He grunted, letting out a chuckle as you gagged again.
He took the gun out of your mouth, tilting your head back up. “Little slut likes things in her mouth huh?” He chuckled, his thumb gathering some of the spit from your chin. He let go of you completely, pacing around in front of you. “What should i do to you huh? Fuck this attitude out of you, make sure you can’t walk for a week?”
“Piss off..” You grunted, the restraints digging into your limbs. “Tsk tsk, you just don’t learn do you?” He murmured, grabbing the knife that was tugged into his boot. He cut the restraints on your ankles first, than the one on your wrists. He had a tight grip on you, pulling you up. “You got the wrong person to be back talking to baby.” He murmured, pushing you down on the mattress in the corner of the floor. He grabbed a zip tie, securing it around your wrists. “I got you right where i want you to be.”
His hands moved down to your pants, tugging them down in a swift motion. “God look at you, whimpering and moaning. You enjoy this don’t you?” He grinned, pushing your shirt up. He ran the barrel of the gun running down your torso, stopping right above your cunt. Your hips bucked up, needing some friction. “Little whore, look at you, all needy.” He grinned. “Please.. Mitch..” You whimpered, looking up at him.
He moved the gun between your legs, over your already damp panties. “C’mon, i know you want it. Grind.” He ordered, giving a nod. Your moved your hips, grinding your pussy against the gun. The cold metal felt nice against your heated cunt. “Fuck..” You moaned, desperately moving your hips now. “Little slut… so needy.” He grunted, palming himself through his jeans. “That’s it, grind that needy pussy on my gun.”
Your needy whines and moans turned him on even more, he needed you. He threw the gun to the side, unzipping his jeans in a hurry. “C’mon baby,” he murmured, tugging you down by your hips. “Need that pretty pussy.” He said, ripping your panties off. He shoved his jeans and boxers down, holding his cock in one hand. He swiped his cock through your wet folds, groaning as he nudged his tip against your clit.
“Jesus Mitch.” You gasped, moaning louder when he bottomed out to the hilt in one swift motion. “Baby.. fuck you’re so wet.. such a little… ah.. good slut.” He murmured, his hands holding himself up by your face. His thrusts were sharp and needy, he loved how your pussy was gripping him, like it was just made for him.
“Mitch… baby.” You moaned, your tied hands resting against his chest as he fucked into you. “That’s it, that’s my good little slut.” He murmured against your ear, his lips moving against yours in a searing kiss. His balls slapped against your ass as he held your legs up. The new angle making sure he fucked you deeper.
He grunted against your lips, holding onto your legs. “Gonna fill your pretty little pussy up yeah?” He grunted, watching you nod. “Come for me yeah?” He grunted, his thrusts growing sharper. “Fuck.. fuck mitch.” You moaned, head falling back as you came. Your stomach fluttering from the orgasm. Your pussy was squeezing his cock so good, it made him come immediately. His come coating your walls as he grunted.
“Shit baby.” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses upon your face. “Happy anniversary baby.”
this is a collection of all my one shots. more will be added as i continue to write. requests are closed!
[ key: ]
🌷 ≈ fluff
🍑 ≈ smut
🌪️ ≈ angst
💻 ≈ work in progress
!LATEST! — vow of silence | gally 💻🌪️🌷
•finnick odair•
— the five stages » 🌪️
— hungry eyes » 🍑
— love(rs) and war » 🍑
— what friends do » 🍑🌷
— lionfish, seahorses, and dolphins, oh my! » 🌷
— beautiful mess » 🌷🌪️
— two souls, one heart » 🌪️
— nsfw alphabet » 🍑
— flower therapy » 🌪️🌷
— bad idea, right? » 🍑🌪️
— red wine: part 1, part 2, part 3 »🌷🌪️
— forbidden fruit » 🍑
— a darling and a virgin » 🌪️🍑
•bellamy blake•
— from the flames: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 » 🍑 discontinued for now
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— vow of silence: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 , part 9 part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27 » 🌪️🌷🍑💻
imagine MITCH RAPP during a time when he is allowed peace; a life away from correcting the world of its crimes, waking up in the same bed every day with the absence of worry, contentment riddled so deep in his bones that he can draw a deep breath and finally feel tranquillity. he can sit in his designated armchair each morning, drinking his stupid imported coffee from the ugly mug you got him last christmas. he can sit at the dining table, across from you, sharing a meal and discussing your days, every day. he can lead a life with a promised future, and not one where he was unsure whether he'd make it out alive. just imagine it.
now, imagine him feeling so settled and fulfilled in his life, that he kneels down on one knee. he knows that there is that promised future, and those lazy sunday mornings, and more christmases with more ugly mugs. he knows that you'll crawl on his lap as he sat in that armchair, snuggled up watching movies into the darkness of the night. he knows that you will make him meals, and he would make you some too, before you share them across the table for the rest of your lives. mitch on his knee, a ring held so carefully between his fingers as they slightly shook. he had hope filling his beautiful brown eyes - a golden tone to match the colour of the band. he had felt loss so strongly in his past that it provoked him to be an empty shell. until he met you, until he learnt to love you unconditionally. and you love him too, despite his demons.
"it would be the greatest honour to have you by my side for the rest of our lives. i love you so fucking much. marry me."
to which you would reply with a teary, "of course."
imagine that months had passed. and that the love only grew stronger. imagine standing at the end of the alter with him, as he insisted that he held your hands throughout the entire ceremony, even through his vowels, which he had been memorising for months. his eyes unable to leave yours for a mere second as he stood mesmerised by your beauty on this special day. mitch would feel so lucky that he could call you his forever. flash forward to your first dance, and you both have two left feet. it was a mess, so you stuck to rocking side-to-side, giggling like school kids, impressed when he managed to twirl and dip you without fail. you both decided to feed each other your first slice of wedding cake, but you got his nose instead. on purpose. he knew that it was coming, call it assassin instincts. but he could only laugh before smashing his lips against yours, frosting decorating your cheeks in utter joviality.
now imagine a few hours later, and mitch had you pressing hands and knees into the mattress of your hotel room. your stature was wobbly, his fault, of course, after he priorly had his head between your thighs for what felt like forever. and he ate you out so fucking good, too. his blunted nails leaving crescent marks embedded in the flesh of your thighs, your hips, your stomach. the tip of his nose was dragging over your clit with such force as he tried to bury his tongue so deep inside your cunt. relishing in how you'd constrict around the muscle. and the moans that'd draw from your lips was a fucking symphony if he'd ever heard one. his lips sucked and swallowed as you writhed and panted. you were so close that you could reach out to the stars and touch them as they dizzied your view. but he stopped abruptly. teasing you. and mitch couldn't hold back the smirk that had tugged at his sopping glistening lips as you protested.
he was aiming for an orgasm that would take you to the edge and over. mitch was grasping your hips, pulling you back to him when you started to buckle and lose your strength. skin on skin slapping, reverberating off the four walls. your ass was red from his large hands as they fondled and slapped, only to be soothed by gentle rubs from calloused fingers. you were painted on different marks as your body filled with sensation, as mitch admired them proudly as his eyes lazily dragged down from your purple splotchy neck. your head dropped to the side as your cheek grazed the bedsheet, his name slipping past your lips like a prayer, begging for him. you were close, again.
mitch had a soft side, as you learnt quickly after meeting him. he was generous and sweet. incredibly kind-hearted when he wanted to be. which is why he treated you with such fragility as he slowed his thrusts, the plummeting now nothing but an idle wait. as much as it hurt his throbbing cock, he pulled out from you and wrapped his arms under your frame, gentle as he turned you over. with your back now pressed to the bed, mitch kissed over your eyes as they remained closed, still floating in your upcoming orgasm. waiting.
"let me see you, baby. open 'em for me." his voice was soothing but you still whined, lost in euphoria. mitch chuckled, his breath heavy before his lips kissed over your own, "i want to see your face when you cum for the first time as mrs rapp..."
tears brimmed your waterline but you had never smiled so wide as when you saw the love that exuded from this man, before he was lining himself up again. the tip of his cock tapped against your clit as you cried, pushing yourself up to indicate that you needed him. as your walls incased him completely, mitch's body lowered, his chest sweaty as it stuck against yours, one hand tangled in your own as the other braced itself, white-knuckled, beside your head. his hips drove deep into your core. tapping your inner walls, and you continued to cry out his name as he attempted to soothe you with sloppy bruising kisses on your collarbone, and up toward your ear. you were so tight. it felt dangerous, daring, the way you were squeezing and milking this man for everything he had. and yet he was so utterly addicted to you.
the moment before the release was always one that he cherished. the adrenaline rush was one unmatched, how you both reeked with desperation, how sighs and pants and moans grew louder and louder. the way you would beg one another for more, the 'pleases' and 'thank yous' mixed among the cussing and chanting of 'fuck fuck fuck' over and over again until the explosion. he loved these moments. but when you came? the second you arched so high off the bed that he used all his force to hold you down? when he came himself the second you pulled at his hair in absolute pleasure?
that was his crowning glory moment.
that's when mitch rapp knew that he finally found peace.
