I have NOT written in a long time but I feel like I have read all the fanfictions ever made so I decided to start writing again. English is not my first language but I’ll try my best. I decided to start simple with ‘x reader’ fictions.
Some characters i plan to write for:
• Dean Winchester
• Sam Winchester
• Mitch Rapp
• Jaime Reyes
That’s all for now since I’m starting again. Feel free to send requests! Thank you!
I absolutely love your blurbs!!!! Can I request a Mitch one with "forbidden", smut, after mission in the hotel and woman in her mid twenties? Have a nice dayyy!!!<3
yes m'aaaammm :3 ty you are too kind!! hope u like <3 ‘lil dub con insert
You were tired. You’d just finished a mission, and had showered and fell into the luxurious bed with little to no clothes on. As you started drifting to sleep, you heard what sounded like someone entering your room. Nerves still on high alert, you reached for your gun hidden underneath your pillow, when a familiar voice rang out. “It’s just me,” Mitch rasped, climbing into the bed beside you.
“What are you doing here? What if Stan catches you-
“He won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
He chuckled. “Pretty sure I do. Slipped him something in his beer just now. Trust me, he’ll be out for a while.”
“You did not just drug Stan. He’ll kill you!”
“Maybe, if he catches on. I’m more interested in what’s under those lacy panties of yours. . .” You felt his hand worm its way under the covers, palming your crotch. You laid a hand on his. “Mitch...”
“Mhm?”
“We can’t do this. You shouldn’t even be in here.”
“Why the hell not?” If you didn’t know better, you’d have thought he sounded offended.
“You can’t be serious. A number of reasons, first and foremost being that I’m technically your boss, even if you don’t listen to a damn thing I say.”
“I listen...” He paused. “When you say something worth listening to.”
You barked out a laugh. “Right. Okay, goodnight Rapp.”
“What? That’s it?”
“That’s it.” You turned on your side, trying to fall back to sleep. It was silent for a moment. You hadn’t heard him leave, or feel the bed shift under you. You sighed, not wanting him to fight you on this.
As you turned back around, you heard it. A moan. Not just any moan; a decidedly sexy, manly moan. It was the single hottest thing you’d ever heard.
“You’re not making this easy, Rapp,” you growled.
You could swear he was grinning in the darkened room.
“Fuck,” you said, moving closer. “I hate you.”
“No,” he grunted out, “you don’t. You fucking love when I disobey. You love to try to put me in my place. It gets you all hot and bothered, but you know what? I’m the real one holding the power here.” Quicker than you could see, his hand reached out to bunch your hair into a ponytail and press your lips together in a heated kiss.
“Now, put that pretty mouth to good use and suck this cock.” He nudged your kiss-bruised lips to the swollen member, the head twitching slightly as you worked to wrap your lips around it.
“Fuckkkkk, yeah, just like that.” You deep-throated him, fondling with his balls in equal measure. At some point he started pushing you down, causing you to gag a little, spit sliding out of the edges of your mouth. When that wasn’t enough he took full control of your face and pistoned his hips so that he was face-fucking you. It brought tears to your eyes, not used to being used so roughly during sex; all your past partners were fairly vanilla in the sexual department.
Finally, you felt the trickle of warm liquid down your throat, Mitch groaning long and hard. He sat back on his haunches while you caught your breath, having only breathed through your nose. He liked that you swallowed.
“Much better,” he said, swiping a drop of cum that escaped from the corner of your mouth and forcing it back in.
American Assassin for #moviemonday This is the third time I've watched this movie, and I still have a Dylan O'Brien bias, so 🤷 I will admit that I enjoyed the book more. There's a lot more facets to Mitch Rapp's character and the storyline than the watered down Hollywood formulaic story we get in the movie. Of course, that's not surprising for a book adaptation. The overall movie was a solid 7/10. Man pain to the extreme, excellent action scenes, and lots of people getting beaten up with those bruises/marks actually staying for longer than a day. It felt a little predictable with who was going to die, and what was going to happen, and not just because I've seen the movie multiple times. If it's something they say at the start like "we never do X!" then you know at the end of the movie they're going to turn around and do X 🤦 I wish they'd given us more with Irene Kennedy; she has a bigger role in the book, and she's awesome 😍 a sequel would be good to explore more of the characters, and what happens after that ending. Taylor Kitsch and Dylan O'Brien need to be together in another movie soon 🥰 #americanassassin #dylanobrien #taylorkitsch #moviereview #actionmovies #bookadaptations #mitchrapp https://www.instagram.com/p/ChQTw5lBszP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
summary: things take an unexpected turn when Mitch finds you with his brother Thomas
notes: first time writing actual detailed smut...
warnings: double penetration, choking, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, oral (female and male receiving), threesome, female shaming, slight daddy kink
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I hadn't thought much of it when Thomas invited me over, he'd stated that neither Stiles nor their older brother Mitch would be home. And for the most part, I hadn't seen anything wrong with that.
Until we arrived in his bedroom.
He stared at me for a few moments before plopping down in the chair in front of his desk, leaving me to think in the silence. If I was being completely honest, I hadn't even wanted to go to his house, with his Dad and neither of his brothers around it felt wrong. Not that it was their place to dictate any relationships in the household. But it was odd.
"So..." he began spinning his chair so he was facing me, he had that curious expression I knew all too well planted across his lips, the same expression he wore when he knew he was causing mischief.
"So what?" I questioned, while he was usually better at answering questions than Stiles, he seemed to have the common jittering problem Stiles never seemed able to rid himself of, the same jittering that had nearly cost them their lives several times while hiding from the foreign beasts of Beacon Hills.
"I was wondering what you wanted to do?" he pressed his hands into his lap watching her with his steady honey-colored eyes, when I'd first met him and Stiles, I thought they were the same person, in two different places at once, but their eye color was slightly different, as was the way they wore their hair.
Neither of the twins had ever made a particular move to try and help distinguish between the two, which seemed to send them into boiling laughter every single time, now that they were older, it was far easier to tell the difference.
It was only when they put in the effort to look the same that they were able to pull it off. I looked up at him, his eyes catching my gaze, "I don't know, you invited me over." I paused, what was it he wanted from me? Did he have something to ask? Was his Dad struggling again? If it was something about a new star wars movie... I thought I ought to kill him.
"What are you wanting to do?" I questioned.
Thomas softly cocked his head to the side before standing up and moving towards the bed, when he plopped down, the weight of his body send the mattress trembling for a few seconds before it stilled and he looked up into my eyes.
"Can I do something?" I narrowed my eyes, what the hell did he think he was going to do? I should have never come without anyone else home, a mistake on my part.
"Go ahead." I mumbled watching as a small spark danced through his eyes and he slowly leaned in towards my lips, something I had hoped wouldn't happen. But at the same time, I could feel the childhood crush I'd had for him years prior coming rushing back in a single wave, and I wished it hadn't.
It was complicated enough being best friends with a set of twin boys, much less the fact that I was making out with one of them.
Thomas pulled back after a few seconds his eyes bright with excitement, "holy shit... that felt good." I smiled, even if I didn't want to, it just happened. Leaning in once again, we found our lips clashing against each other, there was something about Thomas' lips, something that only made me want more. More of him, more of whatever this was.
Our lips separated a few times in between kisses Thomas anxiously tugging at the bottom of my shirt, giving in, I yanked it up over my head immediately pushing our lips back together, I never wanted it to end.
"Shit." he mumbled pulling back as I began to tug at the hem of his navy blue shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it off to the side quickly attacking my neck with his lips, suddenly I was grateful that none of his family was home. Even his brothers.
After a few more minutes of uninterrupted kissing, he pulled back his eyes having darkened slightly with his obvious arousal, "you wanna do this?" he asked his breaths coming out in rushed whispers, I nodded my head, "hurry up and get your pants off." I muttered moving to rid myself of my own as he did the same.
Everything that felt so wrong at that moment felt so right, having sex with a Stilinski boy, having it with one of the twins, having it with Thomas.
I knew it would be something to remember.
As soon as we finished stripping ourselves of our pants, we looked up at each other. Without listening to my conscience, I looked down at the crotch of the boy's boxers, there, a little way down, was a small evident wet patch where his erection seemed to be prodding at the material.
"Did you already get off in your pants?" he narrowed his eyes, not at all amused by the shitty joke, "ha, ha, ha. I'll be getting off in you." I watched as a grin crossed his lips and he closed the little bit of distance between us.
Our lips connected seconds later and I let out a low moan as his hand caressed my ass, finding it a bit harder than I had originally thought to reach the boy's lips at the angle we currently stood in, I wasn't the least surprised when Thomas cupped his hands beneath my ass and lifted me into his arms.
"You seem eager." he rolled his eyes, yet again, not amused. Pulling away from his soft lips I frowned at him, "if you wanna be grumpy we can stop." while the threat wasn't completely threatening, it seemed to get Thomas out of his mood, he didn't want to lose the opportunity to relieve himself, not when he was so close."I'm going to fuck you so good." he mumbled leaning forward to gently drop me onto the mattress.
Letting out a small laugh, I pulled him forward a thrill rushing through my body as he fell on top of me. "Stop talking about it and do it already." I spoke my lips just barely leaving his to get the words out, pulling back after a moment, his expression neutralized worry pricking at the edges.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he seemed nervous, maybe even on edge, as if the scene would disappear if he didn't find some way to engage every few moments.
I gave a small nod scooting closer to him, his face softened with a smile and he leaned forward bringing his hands up to my legs to gently spread them so he could have access to what they had before blocked, he sprawled out on his stomach his face mere inches from my heat, I could feel his cool breathing fanning out across my folds as he remained still his eyes taking it all in.
Looking up at me with hungry eyes, he moved to open his mouth, "has Stiles ever seen you like this?" frowning, I slightly sat up confused by the question, "no, why's it matter?" he shook his head reaching his hand forward to push me back into the mattress, "just try to relax." he mumbled leaning forward once again.
The second his tongue flicked across my clit, I knew I had been missing out with the Stilinski boy. He had a magical tongue, that much was for sure.
He kitten licked a stripe through my folds his tongue feeling warm and foreign to my body as I took in the sensation, letting out a small moan, I reached my hand down to his head and threaded my fingers through his hair the boy contentedly mumbling beneath his breath at the sudden action.
A cough sounded throughout the room.
Both of us shot up from our position frantically searching for cover before our eyes fell to the person at the door; Mitch.
Thomas had claimed he wouldn't be home for several more hours as he had to go grab a few things from the store and then meet up with his boss.
And there he was, standing before us.
His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned into the doorframe, taking a step forward, he let his arms fall to his sides before shooting Thomas an amused look, "you know, when you paid me twenty bucks to leave the house for a few hours, I didn't expect you to be fucking anyone." I shot Thomas a look half tempted to tell him to get rid of his perv of a brother.
Thomas- clutching a blanket over his exposed skin- glared at his brother, "can you go? Like, out of the house? We're kinda in the middle of something." Mitch pursed his lips, "I can see that." he spoke crossing his arms over his chest again, Thomas frowned before gesturing to the door, "then go." his voice was tight with frustration, he'd simply asked for him to leave for some bit and there he was, home earlier than they'd agreed upon.
"I'm gonna need a bit more, to keep this to myself of course." Thomas scowled at the boy, there was no way in hell he'd tell their Dad, unless he did. And then he'd never hear the end of it. "I don't get paid till next Wednesday." he whined gesturing to his small clear mason jar on his desk, all that sat within it was a few pennies.
"I wasn't talking about money you dumbass." he paused shifting his gaze to me for a brief moment, "I want her." Thomas's eyes widened and he turned to look at me with a rough shake of his head, "go the hell away Mitch, fucking creep." he mumbled turning to grab his lacrosse stick.
"Why don't we ask her what she wants? An experienced guy, that can make her cum, or, an inexperienced teen that has trouble staying hard?" Thomas frowned turning to look at me for an answer, I didn't want to answer, but Mitch's offer seemed a lot better compared to what Thomas had laid out on the table.
"Well? What's it gonna be sweetheart?" the name sent a thrill down my spine, something it shouldn't have done.
"What about both? I've got more than one hole." Mitch raised an eyebrow before a smile fell across his lips, "I think we can fit it all in one, doll." Thomas turned to look at his brother questioning why in God's name he wanted to fuck her to begin with.
Moving to pull his shirt over his head, Mitch turned to glance at his brother, "she a virgin?" the boy rolled his eyes, "why don't you ask her?" Without waiting for his question to roll around to me, I answered, "I'm not." Mitch smiled, not that I was able to see it, "this is gonna be an interesting time then." he spoke stripping himself of his pants until only his boxers remained, he gestured to the blanket covering Thomas's boxers half tempted to tell him it wasn't necessary.
"Get your pants off, you can't fuck her with your dick tucked away." Thomas mumbled something incoherent beneath his breath quickly tossing the blanket off to the side as his brother pulled his boxers down his legs revealing the long length he had managed to hide away behind the fabric.
The younger of the two followed suit slightly put off by the fact his cock was out for both of them to see, he stopped a foot away from his brother watching as his eyes fell over the covered sight of me.
I felt odd, out of place, like an object the boy was desperately seeking to get a use out of. And it gave me a small rush of adrenaline.
"I'm thinking hands and knees." Mitch stated turning back to look at his brother, he reached his hand up to his neck and gently scratched it before giving an absent shrug, "I don't see why it's important... what position we fuck her in." Mitch clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Tommy, tom." he turned to look at his brother. "We do hands and knees when we want to use more than one hole." Thomas's eyes widened, not that they should have, as I'd already proposed both of them get a go.
"You are too cute." he mumbled beneath his breath making his way around the side of the bed before climbing onto the mattress, he softly poked at the sheet- the only thing hiding my body from his lustful eyes- "come on doll, there's no point in hiding." he reached for the sheet pulling it away with a soft whiz as it slid right off the bed.
"I'll take her mouth, you can take the other." Thomas- unsure of what the hell they were trying to attempt- climbed onto the bed refraining from letting out a sound of protest when Mitch flipped me onto my stomach the mattress feeling cold against my warmed skin.
"Come on sweetheart, hands, and knees for me." I did as told my heart racing at the thought of what was going to come next, I was nervous, but at the same time, I wanted it more than anything.
Mitch gestured to my arms meeting Thomas's gaze for a split second, "grab her hands, once we start going at it she's gonna be trying to pull off my cock, it'll give you more leverage too." Thomas looked down half embarrassed and half worried, he had no clue what he was doing.
"Go on, grab her arms." he restated, resting his hand beneath my shoulder blades to try and keep me from falling face-first into the mattress, he waited until Thomas had begun to position his cock at my entrance to get his own ready to be pushed into my mouth.
"Get it in and then grab her." he spoke looking down at me to catch the look on my face as Thomas slid in, when he did, I could feel my hole stretching around him, and it felt like absolute blinding bliss.
After a few moments of the boy trying to make sure his cock wasn't going to slip out, he reached forward and grabbed my arms holding them tightly behind me in each of his hands, meanwhile, Mitch had nudged his cock past my lips his hands finding their way to my hair as he thrusted a few times waiting to see what his brother's pattern would look like.
"Tom, pick up the pace, she's not gonna cum with you going at it like a sloth." Thomas let out a grunt beneath his breath roughly thrusting forward with unknown energy, "there you go." he smiled thrusting forward past my lips, now I understood why he'd told Thomas to grab my arms.
He wanted me to gag around his cock.
And he was surely doing that much.
The long length slid throughout my throat with an inhumane speed my eyes watering with the gagging sensation he was providing, I could feel his length pressing into the skin of my throat, I knew that if someone were to look at it right now, they would see the outline of his cock sinking into my throat as he attempted to skull fuck me.
It only took Mitch a few seconds to gather my hair into a ponytail before he was using that to sling me back and forth like a toy of sorts, Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself, and if there was one word to describe the feeling they were giving me.
It would be Euphoria.
Nothing mattered at that moment, just that Mitch's cock was sliding down my throat with no mercy to spare in regards to speed while Thomas was rocking his hips back and forth against mine with his thick length widening my hole with each thrust.
Holding me forward after the next thrust, Mitch watched my eyes as they continued to water and I gagged around him once more, a smile crossed his lips, "you like choking on my cock sweetheart?" giving a subtle nod I waited for him to continue, to provide me with some relief, instead, he brought his hand across my face and watched as I gagged even harder around him.
"Yeah, I bet you liked that you little slut." he paused before bringing his hand down across my cheek again, "you like being fucked by two guys at the same time? Are you so eager for cum that you wanna be a whore?" when no response came he brought his hand up again and brought it across my cheek, "I asked you a question slut, now answer." he pushed back my head with a pop from my lips waiting for his answer.
"Yes." I mumbled, he grabbed my chin tilting it up towards his face, "yes what?" I paused unsure of what he wanted me to call him. "Yes Daddy." my voice came out warbled from all the spit but it didn't matter as he dove right back in and started to increase the pace and severity of his thrusts. I let my tongue slid beneath Mitch's cock quickly locating the prominent vein that was located there, I looked up at him through teary eyes as drool leaked from my lips at the sudden feeling of him shuddering inside of me, seconds later he would shoot his thick white liquid down my throat without warning before pulling me off his length.
He let out a pant watching as I gasped for air a few strings of his cum dripping down my chin with the bubbly spit gathering at the edges, a few moments later, Thomas was letting out a grunt before abruptly pulling out as Mitch slapped my ass.
He watched him with wide eyes, he'd been so close, and like most things, Mitch seemed to have screwed that up for him as well.
"Get under her." he stated, willing himself not to argue with his brother, he laid on the bed gently pulling me to lay atop him, "hey princess." he softly smiled reaching his hand up to dab at the drool, "she looks pretty good all fucked out with swollen lips right?" Thomas nodded his head, he couldn't disagree, she did look good.
"You can go ahead and start with her." he stated hovering at the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow, he adjusted his cock at my entrance before slowly pushing in his eyes taking in the sight of me opening my mouth to moan, "thrust a few times and then stop." Mitch spoke again climbing onto the bed to approach me from behind.
Thomas did as told pausing on his fourth stroke to meet his brothers gaze, "I meant what I said about fitting all of it in one doll." and with that, he began to wedge his spit slicked cock into my hole, despite the fact I had been the one to propose the idea, I hadn't actually expected them both to use the same hole, at the same time.
But it felt mind-blowing.
Everything seemed to fade away and the only thing that mattered was that they both move. I let out a moan letting my head fall onto Thomas's chest with a soft thud, Mitch, eager to get started, yanked me up so I was somewhat on my knees- my hole available for him to pound with Thomas's help- "can someone please just start moving, I need to cum... so bad." I moaned out the packed feeling in my hole sending rushes through me.
I desperately needed a release.
"Sure thing doll." I regretted the decision for a split second before the euphoria hit again, I wasn't even sure it was possible, not till it happened, but, Mitch slid in effortlessly roughly thrusting forward with as much force as he could muster. Thomas- finally picking up on what the idea was- began to thrust as well his own cock squeezing against his brothers as they worked together to fuck my hole.
It was one thing to have one cock, but two, going as fast and rough as they were, it was something I could have never imagined.
Something from an erotic dream.
The older of the two reached forward taking my hair in his hand once again, pulling my head up from Thomas's chest he would now be able to hear all the sounds I'd been trying so hard to muffle against the boy's chest.
"Holy fuck." I whined, the sound of skin slapping and moans resonated throughout the house, and for the first time in forever, I thanked the fact that I'd ignored my gut and gone to Thomas's house when no one else was around.
"Just like that, moan for me doll." Mitch spoke bringing his other hand to my ass before roughly slapping at the already red skin, it seemed he knew no limits, not that I was complaining.
"I'm gonna cum." I managed to get out my skin slick with sweat as both of them continued to pound my aching hole, "you better not sweetheart, not till we get to fill you up." absently nodding, I could feel the spring in my stomach slowly beginning to wind up, it only snapped when I felt the hot stringy liquid shooting through my hole from both boys' cocks.
Opening my mouth, a moan escaped as they lazily thrusted a few times trying to get me through my orgasm as quickly as possible.
Thomas reached his hand down quickly rubbing at my clit for a few moments before I let out a sound between a moan and a scream, something that sent Mitch grinning before he pulled out his cock soft from the high he'd just experienced.
Running a hand through his hair, he watched as my body slightly shook from the bone-shattering orgasm for a few moments, it was single-handedly the best thing I'd ever experienced.
"Shit, I wish I'd come home sooner." he mumbled watching as his brother pulled his cock from my hole and their hot cum slowly began to drip from my throbbing heat.
