#NEVER expected that mf to drop a line like that. holy fucking shit

[fu-yao]

tagged by @leonzhng​ thanks for making me dig through my most embarrassing crushes 😭✋

i’ll tag @highwarlockkareena​ @yibobibo​ @lan-xichens​ @purplexedhuman​ @aheartfullofjolllly​ @lanzhansmiles​ @nyx4​ i feel like i tag you guys in everything i am so sorry please ignore this if u don’t wanna do it !!

putting this under a read more for reasons

MEN 2010 – 2016

literally nothing more embarrassing than falling on the same type of white man over and over again (with the exception of minho from shinee bless his heart)

tommy joe ratliff → he was the bass player for adam lambert during his glamnation era (think of songs like for your entertainment and if i had you) idk why exactly i liked him so much but i just did.... however i searched him up again quite recently and found out he’s one of those republicans that says the dumbest shit on twitter so Big Yikes

harry styles → “baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell...” and BOOM 13-year-old me was sold for well over two years

louis tomlinson → basically i liked harry most until around 2013 when for some reason i started to like him a little less, and i got more focused on louis tomlinson, and although i didn’t like one direction anymore louis tomlinson always had a special place in my heart

ashton irwin → so ashton is 5sos’ drummer, i discovered 5sos through one direction & i stanned them until late 2014

harries twins → the harries twins (jack & finn) are basically the reason i started spending a lot of time on youtube, they were funny and pretty and they just had good videos in general, so for almost two years i’d watch their content regularly

choi minho → my first steps into kpop happened bc i was watching videos on youtube (most probably the harries twins) and suddenly i saw the sherlock mv in my recommended videos so i clicked on it and then 14-year-old me proceeded to fall for minho like an idiot

brooks twins → still youtubers, the brooks twins were 3/5 of the janoskians (jai & luke brooks, beau brooks, daniel sahyounie, & james yammouni), an australian youtube comedy group that was active from 2011-2018 though i was only around from 2012-2014 (when jai brooks was dating ariana grande)

jc caylen → surprise! another youtuber! jc caylen was part of o2l (our2ndlife) a youtube collaboration channel on which each of the 6 members posted videos on a certain day in the week (mondays with connor, tuesdays with ricky, wednesdays with sam, thursdays with jc, fridays with trevi (my 2nd favorite member bc she participated on the x factor), saturdays with ricardo, and then they had surprise sundays every week) and i remember how much joy jc & the others always brought me with their silly videos

misha collins → up next, you might know him as the gay angel that was sent to superhell after confessing his love to the homophobic hunter on supernatural, it’s misha collins! basically misha was a huge source of comfort for me, and i even went around calling myself emmisha for almost two full years (cringe)

henrik holm → he played even bech naesheim in skam and my crush on him reached that level of ridiculousness where i actually tried my hand at learning norwegian (i can only remember how to introduce myself and some curse words i would make a great first impression on him)

MEN 2016 – 2021

min yoongi → okay so my baby steps into kpop happened through shinee’s sherlock, but i only got really invested when yoongi dropped agust d 1 because Holy Fuck y’know??

kim namjoon → oh man i remember thinking namjoon was cute and a very good leader and then BAM he dressed like THAT at the 2016 mma’s and i fell in love. hard

park seojoon → i started liking park seojoon whilst i was watching hwarang (you guessed it, i watched it bc of taehyung), although he wasn’t my favorite character by far, but he was very silly off camera & i liked that (i’m not that into him anymore tho </3)

kim seokjin → OH BOY LET ME TELL U i liked seokjin from the very beginning (i got to know bts in late 2014) and i always liked seeing him perform and be himself and god once i realized i had a crush on him it just hit me like a mf truck, and he’s still one of my favorite people to this day

jung hoseok → god fake love era hoseok really hits different.... also yes i know i have all of bts’ hyung line on my list BUT bts was a really big part of my life for almost 6 years soooo honestly they deserve it i still think they’re great guys

choi san → when ateez made their debut in 2018 i immediately fell in love with san, he was such an amazing dancer and he captivated me right from the very beginning, to this day he’s still my bias in ateez uwu

xiao zhan → AND THEN, OCTOBER OF 2019 HAPPENS AND I WATCH CQL AND... i fall in love with xiao zhan, something i’d never expected would happen bc when i watched cql for the first time i wasn’t as invested in the story, but i really really really liked xiao zhan and one thing led to another and now here i am as a xfx

wang yibo → the thing is, i’ve known yibo since eoeo except i didn’t know cql yibo was uniq yibo (bc i’d forgotten his name) and when i looked it up i can tell you my jaw dropped to the floor bc holy shit????? also he is very silly and i love him loads ok

lee minho → ah, the man who has been my skz bias since 2018, not only is minho my bias i also kin him (there’s a lot of aspects of myself that i see in minho and vice versa) and he’s very comforting to me

bang chan → honestly, it was only a matter of time before i’d fall for bang chan, i knew the moment i got into skz again that i’d start biasing him and, well, here i am, double biasing chan & minho

WOMEN

this list is shorter bc i’ve in general always had less crushes on women than on men??? blame society forcing me into thinking i was straight for a LONG time

ariana grande → remember the 2011 layout of twitter?? where u could not only have an icon and a header, but also a background and ur twitter page was smack in the center of ur screen with the big ugly menu bar at the top??? yeah ariana grande was always my background for my l*rr* st*l*n*s*n layouts

perrie edwards → this was right around the time she was dating zayn & little mix was breaking out into the spotlight, yeah i just really loved her

andrea russett → okay so remember o2l?? andrea russett was kian’s girlfriend for a pretty long time and they always did videos together and i always thought she was super pretty

lily collins → maybe i don’t like clary in tmi all that much but i sure liked the way lily collins looked

alona tal → MY BISEXUAL AWAKENING, it’s only when i saw alona tal in spn that i realized, fuck i might be gay

park jihyo → i discovered twice (my 2nd jype group after day6) through the like ooh-ahh mv and red-haired jihyo really did something to my heart (i just rewatched it and god zombie bang chan is so mf cute)

kim jisoo → when bp made their square two comeback i was immediately smitten for red-haired jisoo in playing with fire, it’s also when i realized she was my bias out of the four members

shin ryujin → the reason that i have blue hair is partially bc of ryujin and her amazing intro in wannabe :D

xuan lu → her portrayal of jiang yanli was SO ON POINT and she’s just such a kindhearted wonderful person wow i want her hand in marriage

lee yoobin → god i’ve known dreamcatcher from back when they were still called minx and ever since i’ve always looked at dami that bit more than the rest, i was also able to see dreamcatcher live in october of 2019 and the whole experience was just so amazing !!

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

there’s a whole lot more than just these 10 but i wanted to fit the evolution into one (1) slide as best as i could lmao

peter pan → this movie came out in 2003 (?) and he’s honestly the first fictional character i remember ever having a crush on

legolas → i was really doubting between placing haldir or legolas here but i only really got a vague haldir obsession when i was like 14

zuko → LOOK. ZUKO IN ATLA? HOT. ZUKO IN LOK? HOT EVEN IF HE’S AN OLD MAN.

will turner → man was annoying sometimes but i really liked him and his relationship with elizabeth was cute

jo harvelle → gosh i can’t believe she’s the only female character in here???? yeah she was one of my two spn faves and i’ll never forgive the screenwriters for the way they killed her off

castiel → does your fave ever get sent to super hell for being gay? no? well. mine did

kili → fili and kili’s storyline tore my heart out, spit on it, and then laughed straight in my face, KILI WAS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE DWARF

howl → i only watched this movie for the first time in 2020 so i kinda fucked up the tl cause i watched cql in 2019 but shh, anyways howl with his blonde hair was good looking but howl with his black hair just hits differently. i want a howl

lan jingyi → MY BABY BOY, TINIE LITTLE BABIE WHOMST I MUST PROTECT ok no but seriously this kid. i love him a lot

mu qing → BARK BARK. that’s all (that’s not all i love him a whole lot and it hurts me to see so many people misunderstand his character and only see the bad parts of him when they can forgive others for fucking up (eg. xie lian himself & feng xin) but bc mu qing doesn’t deal well with emotions suddenly he’s the bad guy??? i s2g if ppl are gonna do to him what they did to jiang cheng in the tgcf la i will RIOT)

#thanks for the tag hanyi my hands hurt now </3 #tag game

[jancys-blue-bayou]

Yeah so Stranger Things 3 was painfully bad

Yeah yeah big negative post about ST3 coming up. Just... holy shit, my expectations weren’t exactly high but jesus I didn’t think it’d be this bad. Wow. Mindboggling to think it was made by the same dudes who made season 1, it feels like a different show. Some of the worst writing I’ve seen in a long while, parts of season 3. This got very long because it was very bad so it’s under the cut. Starting with the few positives and then away we go...

Of course there were bright spots, I thought what we got of Jancy was generally good (just wish there had been more of it. Just like... more lines between them, a few moments could’ve gone on longer...like after the awesome hospital fight scene jesus just let them fucking desperately embrace and profess their love for each other, it was awesome how they relentlessly kept going at the monster to save the other but can we please just have a few more seconds for a comfort moment after?) I liked how they handled the fight btw, apart from the Oliver Twist comment yeah yeah heat of the moment but still felt OOC with that loa a blow. Nancy and Karen scene was nice and um... well Max and El bonding was nice. And um... Mr Clarke! And I kind of dig Murray.

My main issues with it:

- The product placement. Jesus Christ. Okay, ST has always been a show with noticeable product placement. But it’s gone from things like a Coke can prominently on display on a table in s1 (El crushing it with her mind) to literally having a straight up ad for Coca Cola in the middle of a tense scene. That’s the big offender that made me go wow you’re really doing this to yourselves huh, there are many others ofc (everything at the mall ofc, Slurpees being in hyperfocus for a bit, and a lengthy talk about Burger King. These smaller things one by one wasn’t the worst but all combined jesus it was too much, all added together and then bam the Coke commercial was wow... Congrats on the like 80 sponsorship deals and esp the new ST themed arcade hall by Coca Cola hope it was worth completely selling out for.

- Relatedly, the original fucking song. Holy christ talk about jumping the shark. That was the oddest, cringiest, weirdest shit I’ve seen in a long time. Gaten’s a great singer don’t get me wrong, but there’s a time and place for it and an original song stuffed into the middle of the tense climax of the season is not it Duffers. Just a blatant cash cow, hoping to bring in more money via the song.

- Robin. Sorry but holy cow what a Mary Sue. Hey here’s this super cool girl who’s cool™ and funny™ and super smart™ and NOT Nancy (like they seriously for real said in a scene, they actually for real had to pit Robin and Nancy against each other for no reason). And she conveniently has these specific skills needed for the plot (which she gets involved with for no real motivation other than having nothing better to do, lazy writing). Said skills were so over the top unrealistic it completely sucked me out of it. To start with, this random girl in small town Indiana in 1985 speaking French, Spanish and Italian um... does Hawkins High have the most amazing language department or what? Very un-american in that case... and okay then, her knowing those languages wouldn’t help jackshit with understanding Russian. Russian is a notoriously difficult language to learn and it is not related to the Romance languages at all, Robin knowing those languages and oh, having “a good ear” bc she’s in band (?!??! what?!) wouldn’t help her at all. Having the alphabets on the wall and listening to strange words in a foreign language she has no understanding of would never work. No way for her to understand what is she’s hearing, what letters are in the words just, nothing. It’s completely ridiculous. The good thing is she’s a lesbian, crushing Stobin that made me LOL. Btw, I don’t get what age they were writing her as? She’s still in school but later says she and Steve was in the same class, and she knows who Nancy is but Nancy, who is still in school, doesn’t know her even though presumably they’d be in the same year at little Hawkins High? Was it just sloppy writing or what?

- Too. Much. Plotting. What happened to “this season is about the characters” um there was just so much plot stuff and action sequences and barely any character driven moments at all. Those intimate moments that made s1 amazing. Generally regarding plots felt the Russian plot was messy and not well-written also what happened to the US government as the big bad? Unless they’re setting up a big Cold War thing for s4. And felt the zombie thing was wasted, could’ve been used differently like I’d have thought it’d be used like the MF spreading it’s influence over vaster areas and being harder to keep track of etc.

- Too little Will. Will’s whole thing with feeling left out etc was just dropped halfway through it felt very undercooked. His arc was just dropped wtf.

- NO BYERS FAMILY INTERACTIONS WTF. The sequence in the first episode when Jancy has overslept and Joyce wipes the lipstick off Jonathan was cute (but could’ve been even cuter I’d have preferred a short fluffy Jancy moment here just as they wake up before they realize they overslept, bc we didn’t get much pure fluff, and then it’d been awesome if Joyce would’ve just called Nancy into the house to mess with them). But like... that’s kind of it. For the Byers family. Talking to each other in the whole season. When they partnered Jancy with the kids many thought awesome we’ll get Byers bros talking and teaming up (and Nancy and Mike) but there was just nothing. Not even a family hug after the battle at the mall, just Joyce hugging Will, with all this tightknit little family has been through you telling me Jonathan wouldn’t join in?

- No Will and El bonding wtf? SUCH a wasted opportunity. They’ve built this unique awesome connection over s1 and s2 and now in s3 would finally be able to bond normally for real and... nothing.

- Turning Hopper back into an even bigger jerk than he was at the start of the show, neglecting all his character development. What was the point of the whole El and Hopper thing they devoted so much time to in s2 if Hopper’s back at it with the yelling and all now? And jeez his constant whining to Joyce about every man she interacts with holy christ that got annoying. Generally Hopper was such an annoying asshole this season I was so tired of him by the time he “died”.

- TOO MANY CHARACTERS. Jeez, I know I’m on about it all the time but jesus christ there is way way too many characters in this for 8 episodes which hurts the narrative and screentime for interesting characters is just... yeah.

- Speaking of screentime, did we really need that many identical generic fight scenes between Hopper and the Russian guy? Jesus Christ it’s so boring watching fight scenes like that, so repetitive (compare to the hospital fight scene which was dynamic and awesome). Also regarding screentime did we really need to devote so incredibly much of it to Steve and Robin being comedic relief while drugged? Yeah yeah mix light and dark and all that but jesus christ at that point in the narrative shit has hit the fan lean into the dark.

- Totally expected of course but still, the furthering of Steve Memeington. My god they actually had him literally call himself daddy... christ.

- The Billy and Karen/all the other middle age women remains gross and bad in a billion ways. Also completely pointless for the plot, they could’ve come up with any other way to get Billy to the factory. And what did it give Karen in development? Just the realization that yeah I’m tired of my husband but I’m not leaving my family and I’ll stick with him just ‘cause? Okay but did we need her almost sleeping with a kid a year older than her daughter for that? Icky. Also the editing of the scene where Billy hits her was so weird. Also that was weird as fuck.

- The ending. Okay christ my main gripe with this is because of a point above: No Byers family interaction at all! Joyce and Hopper talk briefly about her thinking about moving once or twice but she never talks about it with her kids... obviously she did in the timegap but we need to see that to build to the thing. Having no Byers interactions the whole season and then just oop we’re moving is so weird. I’m also not sure if Joyce’s motivation for moving (her bad memories of Hawkins) would be enough. For sure an argument for it, but an argument against is the one Hopper presents to her (and though he’s not around still there’s still a support system around them there, especially for her kids which she loves above all). Speaking of her loving her kids above all, she knows they love their friends/girlfriend/boyfriend to bits, have walked through fire with them and are each others support system as mentioned, would Joyce really just uproot them from that? There’s also some purely practical things that stuck out to me immediately: the timeskip for the epilogue makes it so they move when the schoolyear is already well under way and Jonathan has started senior year, feel bad for Jonathan there in a number of ways. Also, how the hell did Joyce manage to sell her house and what did it fetch? Her rundown house on the outskirts of a now infamous town with an incredibly bad rep? Even if the buyer bought it for the land the land doesn’t look special, just find it hard to believe she could get much for it. And where did they move? Where did she find a place? And work? Did she have something lined up or? I guess we’ll see.

- Oh and speaking of work, that was another thing that was just dropped, the mall killing downtown and the protests just fell out of the story. But, with what happened to the mall wouldn’t business come back to downtown (possibly reason for Joyce to want to stay if Melvald’s going out of business was another reason to move).

- Sorry but Mileven took way too much space.

- Again, no Jonathan and Will actual brothers bonding. But a whole lot of Steve and Dustin meme fanservice wank.

- Erica is just the sassy black girl trope non stop the whole season and nothing else and it’s so grating and... I was gonna say disappointing but I had no faith in the Duffers regarding this. Just because a bit character becomes a meme doesn’t mean they need to become a main. *cough* Steve *cough cough* Sorry.

- Last but not least, the woobiefication of Billy. Uggggghhhh. Disgusting. And having Max cry over him WTF?!?!?!?!?! staaaaaaahp.

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 3 thoughts #stranger things 3 spoilers

[ecotone99]

[MF]The Further Adventures of Aydan & Weebs - 14. Trains PT 4

In her life, never had The Queen been more caught out, or felt more exposed than in that moment, “Aydan, please!”

Aydan considered his friend, “All right, well ma’am, what you’ve failed to understand is that you need to know the people on the other side of the table before you start to negotiate and threaten them; and by ‘knowing’ I don’t mean just their names and relatives and shit like that, I mean knowing the sort of person you’re going to be trying to take by the short and curlies.

I don’t know what to say to ya, lady, I mean, it seems like a pretty basic blunder on your part no expect that someone, sooner or later, wasn’t going to be the sort of asshole that would bash an old crone in the beezer.”

“You should see your fucking face right now.” Weebs smiled down at her.

“Look…” The Queen began to address Weebs.

“Shut up.” Weebs just said, rude, like that.

“Wut?” The Queen asked.

“Sh-Shut up.” Again, Weebs stepped on the woman’s words.

“All right man, c’mon, we have stuff to do here.” Aydan, despite himself.

Weebs took a step back, smiled at his friend. “Sorry, she was just being such a dick to me, Aydan.”

“Yeah, I saw that. Cant’ believe you didn’t do it sooner, I almost did a few times,” Aydan returned his focus to the queen. “Now, your highness, I’m going to offer you a deal, and it’s up to you how things play out from there.”

Weebs pulled back a fist, and inhaled audibly through an ‘o’ that his lips made.

“Now, one punch from Weebs there should suffice to send you into the next life, but you don’t want that, and neither do I. So, instead, the two of us are going to load you on the train and send you on your way. We’ll never speak a word of this to anyone, and you can either choose to believe me on that one or not. We don’t need to make things nasty, we’re all adults. You can even call that the favor you owe me for letting you go.”

The Queen, realizing the dire straits she was in, for as much as she acted the part of someone that could eat some solid abuse the plain truth was that she couldn’t. Once, she’d caught a hand in spoke of her wheel and it went almost a full rotation before her significantly damaged hand would prove a sufficient enough hindrance, woven into the spokes as it was, to jam the wheel entirely. It had taken four and a half years of recovery for her to get back to where she’d been before the injury. Absent-mindedly, she clenched her fist, the same one, and felt how brittle.

The Queen looked at the fist of Weebs', then at Aydan, “You are truly a wicked person aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and she’d smiled when she hadn’t asked it, but the queen let the two guys load her up on the train. They brought her up front into the main engine and secured her there, so she wouldn’t roll around. Satisfied, Aydan looked to the engineer “Mr Sulu, engage.”

“Sulu wasn’t the navigator, “ the engineer shot back as though he’d heard this sort of shit for the last time.

Weebs struck a straight blow across the jaw of the man from beside him, put him down and out. Without breaking pace he turned to the only other person in the train engine compartment, this dude who’d just been shoveling coal in the background there, and tried to keep the energy up, “My friend said ‘Engage, Cthuluhu’!”

That guy didn’t need to be told twice.

As the train began to roll, the pair of great pals dropped back to terra firma. “Let’s go get my buddy,” Aydan said. “Keep and eye on the Grafiti Kids though.” That was just good advice.

“Naw, we don’t have anything to fear here. Fat junkies are harmless.” Weebs had sussed this out prior to emerging from the linens; had, in fact, let this inform much of his behavior on the platform.

As Weebs spoke the words, Aydan saw that it was so. Everywhere, the Grafitti Kids, junkies all, laze about in dazes. Some were painting, sort of, autonomically as though victims of their more artisanal qualities. “They’re just lazing about,” Aydan was in disbelief "like cats in sunbeams."

“It’s cuz they’re well fed, and they have lots of drugs. They don’t need anything else.” Weebs was surveying the scene, “It’s all they’ve ever wanted or needed, legalized drugs. I bet there isn’t any crime at all in this world; I mean, except for drug dealing and vandalism.” Weebs could see that he’d sullied paradise, these planes were never meant for men like him.

Aydan looked up and down the train platform, “Wonder where they have ‘im stashed,” all he saw were Graffiti kids sitting about, some were looking their way, but none seemed inclined to do anything..like, at all.

“How big a lead did you say your buddy Kev had on you?” Weebs asked.

“I didn’t say, but My Buddy Kev had maybe a day on me.” Then, wondering why his friend Weebs would be thinking that, Aydan asked “Why?”

“Well, that could be him in there.” Weebs pointed to the far end of the platform.

Aydan turned in the direction indicated and saw there, what appeared to be, a mail bag. “That’s a mail bag, man.”

Weebs was already walking, taking up the canvas sack he set to untying the rope fastened there, he wasn’t too far along on the task when, forced from the inside, fingers! Fingers! thrust up and out, seeking purchase on Weebs’ throat, who leaned back to avoid them and was successful for the most part, though he had trouble hanging onto the bag when the arms and then arms of a man started to follow the path set by the maniac hands. On the verge of being overwhelmed, Weebs gave a half chuckle then set to shoving the whole mess back into the canvas bag and retied the rope with much effort spent. Bent over, panting, Weebs then straightened and, setting his hands on either side of his belly, gave one of those great big jolly laughs that only Santa’s in black and white cartoons made in the thirties can laugh.

“Holy shit, that scared me!” Weebs practically yelled, and laughed some more.

Aydan, shook his head, then addressed the canvas bag “Um, hey fuckhead, it’s a canvas fucking bag, so there was no way you thought that was the queen or one of her stupid fat junkies…” there was more but Aydan was interrupted.

A plaintive, but indignant “Hey!” had risen into the air about the quiet train platform.

Weebs, already on guard, his gun in his hand, was tracking everyone on the platform. His eyes zeroed in, targeting the men, the women, the children; though nothing further came and none gave any indication of having been the originator of the cry so Weebs put his pistol back to bed still hungry.

“Thank you, Weebs,” Aydan went back to addressing the canvas mail duffle “As I was saying, you can clearly hear that we aren’t your enemies so how about you not trying to kill us for rescuing you?” Aydan took a step back, content to let Weebs finish what he’d started.

“Thank you, Aydan.” This time, the maniac hands were more like helping hands and slowly helped Weebs untie the rope.

An instant later, ‘My Buddy Kev’ stood on the platform; he wore only a pair of tan hip shorts with dual navy blue lines down the side, a chiseled though not bulky physique, and the same look in his eyes that mother’s get when their children touch ‘you know goddam well what you touched’.

Weebs wasn’t that impressed. Guy looked kind of dumb, to him.

“Aydan, shit, good t’see ya man. I was about to rip my way out, my dad used to have me tear out of canvas bags like that.” My Buddy Kev pointed to the bag at his feet "when I was little," he added boisterously.

Weebs gave a squint, as though to say “Wut?” That didn't sound right.

Then suddenly, My Buddy Kev was chewing really fast and hard, like he was eating something.

“Are you eating something Kev?” Weebs asked, then took a step back at the explosive response from this new person.

My Buddy Kev took a big step towards Weebs, one arm cocked as though to throw this plastic bottle of a vile looking dark liquid at him. “You don’t know him well enough to call him that yet, Weebs, call him My Buddy Kev, not Kev. Sorry about that, I should’ve warned about that one,” Aydan offered, thrust into the role of peacemaker.

Weebs, catching himself quick, was already moving to avoid the thrown bottle, should it come to that; he and My Buddy Kev froze there, like fighters posing at a pre-fight weigh in.

Those crazy eyes, “Ooook, I think I might like this guy, Aydan.” My Buddy Kev smiled then, regressed from Weebs a bit and went back to chewing really hard and fast; then he gobbed into the bottle in his hand. “Fuck is this place, man?” to Weebs who didn’t know what to make of suddenly being something of an underfoot character to this new man’s adventure.

“The home of the Graffiti Kids” Aydan said and kinda laughed, because the whole place was just a train platform and you have to get really far out of a city and stay there for a very very long time before someone bragging about a train platform as their base is gonna impress you all that much.

“What tha fuck are Graffiti Kids?” My Buddy Kev asked, and spit with his lips forced into the opening of the bottle, never losing eye contact with Aydan, like a maniac.

“Where did the bottle come from?” Weebs asked. It hadn’t made sense, it had just appeared and could have altered the course of the clash the two of them had almost had.

“Keistered it.” My Buddy Kev answered, eyes still on Aydan, as though he was the sort of person that just did stuff like that, had two conversations at once but only ever looked at one person while talking.

Weebs visibly winced, “And what is it you’re chewing there, bud?”

Another gob into the bottle, and some more intense chewing “Chew,” said My Buddy Kev.

“Yes, what is that you’re chewing?” Weebs asked again, this was all new to him.

“It’s called Chew, guy.”

“Wut?” Weebs didn’t like being called ‘Guy’ like that, it felt a lot like being called ‘Stupid’ for some reason Weebs didn’t quite understand, and that really annoyed him. “Like sunflower seeds.”

My Buddy Kev’s eyes, his lips back in that bottle of his, went, slowly, to Weebs, stopped there for a bit, then, slowly, went back to Aydan. The lips smiled then and My Buddy Kev said “If that works for you.” Then, to Aydan, his eye-brows went up.

This, as perfectly described, was all done in plain sight of Weebs whose eyebrows had risen very high on his forehead in disbelief.

Aydan? Loving it. “The Graffiti Kids, they’re the one’s that nabbed ya', they worked for some old queen that was gonna do ya in if’n the two of us goons here hadn’t stopped in to save the day.”

It was difficult to pinpoint, but there came a moment there, during Aydan’s explanation, when a light bulb, of some sort, had gone of inside the mind, or perhaps heart, no one knows, of My Buddy Kev. And just like that, there was the bluster of a breeze that kicked up and swirled across the train platform.

As quickly as the man had exploded out of the canvas sack the first time, My Buddy Kev had completely vanished from sight. The plastic bottle was still there though, standing where the man had been; it was in zero danger of being disturbed.

“He’s gone!” Weebs said, and as he spoke the words he realized that he found a true joy in the truth of them.

“Yeah, he’ll be back in a minute.”

“You know where he went?” Weebs asked his compadre.

Apologetically, “I do,” he gave a sort of shrug “My Buddy Kev is sort of stupid into army.”

Nodding in a way that he hope looked ‘knowingly’, Weebs nodded “I see.”

A scream shattered the quiet tableau, but was silenced. “Yeah,” Aydan continued “I think he thinks he was an army or something in a previous life, or, his dad was a tank or something. He told me about it once, but, I don’t know man, he’s just one of those dudes you go with while you can and hope to God you can keep on the good side of.”

“So, was he actually in the army?” Weebs asked.

“The KISS one.” Aydan slid in, he said the words because they were true.

Eyes squinted, Weebs was on the very verge of asking, but another cry hit the air, then a second; an explosion of voices pleas and things being knocked about, then more sudden quiet

“What is happening right now?” Weebs asked, things were going weird for him.

“Well, my guess? My Buddy Kev is hunting the Graffiti Kids into extinction.” Aydan gave his newly rediscovered old friend a look that said ‘what’re you gonna do’.

An eternity of overdubbed tinny sounding silence later, for that’s what silence sounds like when you can’t not listen to it because every so often you hear someone getting killed and then this rapist like silence forces you back into quiet again, My Buddy Kev reappeared out on the train platform next to his Aydan and Weebs; every part of him was red with vital fluids of more people than even he knew. Eyes and teeth floating in a crimson sea.

“We gotta go, the place is radioactive,” the guy was panting and, no shit of a lie, covered in blood in a way that one, one would think, one could only ever achieve by dunking oneself in in an oil drum filled with blood. My Buddy Kev was still dripping, a trail of bloody footprints a horrifying chronicle of the last twelve or so seconds, and glistened whilst he retrieved his bottle, then went back to chewing really hard and really fast. Nostrils flared, intense, the man reiterated "Raid-ee-oo-fuckin-active." He should his head slowly too, like someone had really crossed a line here.

That was all Weebs needed, he pulled the collar of his shirt up over his mouth and nose to dampen the radioactivity, held it there with his dominant left hand. His eyes, on the other hand, went wide looking at the complete horror show of My Buddy Kev that now stood before him.

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[mf-despair-queen]

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. 

Mitch let out a grunt as his back hit the dirt floor, the trees rustling in the breeze above his head. The tip of the knife was pointed at his throat, Stan standing over him. Stan let out a sneer, releasing his hold on Mitch and putting the knife away.

“You’re sloppy still, Mitch. How do you expect to amount to anything if you can’t improve?” Stan’s words were harsh, and Mitch glared at the man as he sat up.

“Well I would improve if you would actually start helping me! All you ever do is drag me out here and show how much you overpower me. Sure, I’m stronger than I was when I got here, but I still can’t beat you! Every time, I find the knife pressed to my throat. What’s your deal?”

Mitch was beyond irritated. All he wanted was to get revenge. Revenge on the people that ruined his life. Revenge on the people that killed his fiancé. But the mentor the CIA had assigned him to was not helping him. He was at a standstill.

“It’s because you are weak, Rapp,” Stan stated, packing up the weapons they had used for training. “You fight because you want revenge. But when you get that revenge, what will come of you? You are strong physically, I will not lie to you on that end. But mentally? You are the epitome of weakness.”

“Then tell me.” Mitch was determined, not letting the subject drop as easily as Stan wanted it to. “How do you do it? If not for revenge, what am I supposed to fight for?”

Stan grunted, walking off towards his house. Mitch followed, hot on his trail, partially hoping not to get chewed out for following him. Stan had one specific rule: never go into his house. Was Mitch willing to break that rule right now? Absolutely.

As they rounded the corner of the house, heading to the door, Stan replied through pursed lips, “the fact that you don’t know that answer is proof enough, Mitch. You need to discover it on your own. It is not something someone can teach. The reason is enough to give you strength.”

Stan’s answer was vague, causing Mitch to punch the side of the house in rage. “That’s not good enough! I need to get stronger! I need to…to…”

“To get revenge?” Stan eyed him, Mitch slowly nodded, responding to the question at hand. Stan scoffed, “this is exactly why you are weak.”

Mitch cringed and stared at the ground, before he heard a door open. He assumed that Stan headed inside, until he heard the soft voice through the air.

“Are you ok, dad? I heard something slam against the wall.”

Mitch’s head snapped up to find her standing there. His breath staggered and caught in his throat, air no longer present around him. She was breathtaking. Her hair billowed in the light breeze, her eyes shone in the faint light that penetrated the tree tops. She wore a pair of shorts with her ass hanging out the back just enough. The light cardigan she wore was wrapped around her tightly, her arms hugging her body to keep it closed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had company still…” She trailed off, her eyes shifting between Stan and Mitch. Her voice was like a sweet melody, and Mitch couldn’t stop it from ringing in his ears.

Stan smiled at her, a rare sight to Mitch, and waved her back inside. “It’s ok, darling. I was just seeing Mitch off. I will be inside soon. Get washed up and start dinner, will you?”

She nodded, turning to walk back inside. She stopped before entering, glancing at Mitch quickly. “It was meeting you I guess, Mitch.”

When the door closed behind her, Mitch let out the breath he was holding. He stared at his mentor, confusion flashing across his face. “Who the hell was that, Stan? Why is she here? And did she just call you dad?!” Mitch was unsure what was going on, his mind muddled and a blur.

Stan massaged his temple, before turning to fully face Mitch. “She’s my daughter. Her mother died when she was very young.”

“Why the hell would you keep your daughter here? Isn’t that dangerous? If people are after you, they will find her here!”

Stan shoved Mitch against the side of the house, his arm held tightly to his throat. “She is here for her own protection. If anyone finds out she is here, I will assume you said something and I will kill you. You got that?”

Mitch was silent, nodding as best he could in the position he was in. Stan dropped him, Mitch wheezing for air, propping himself up against the house. As Stan ascended the stairs towards the door, Mitch asked one final question.

“Is she the reason you fight?”

Stan stopped, grasping the door handle in his hand tightly. He sighed, glancing down at Mitch.

“Sometimes, the truest strength comes when you have someone you want to protect.”

Mitch punched the bag repeated, frustrated at himself. He was training to get revenge because of what had happened on the beach that fateful day. The day he had proposed to the love of his life.

So why was another girl the only thing on his mind?

One final frustrated grunt left his lips, the punch he laid on the bag breaking it from its position. The bag fell to the ground with a loud thump, Mitch kicking the bag as it came to a rest. His hand ran through his hair and scratched at the scruff he had grown over his time with Stan.

This girl, whom he had barely seen for a couple of minutes, had consumed his thoughts. He knew nothing about her, but it was like she was his oxygen already.

He collapsed on his bed, fantasizing about all the things he could do to her. There were a million things he wanted to do to her, hearing her scream his name at the top of that list. He wanted to see her body over his, riding him while her tits bounce. He wanted to watch her suck him until he would cum all over her face and tits.

Kicking off the shorts he was wearing, his hand drifted to his cock, already hard at the thoughts. He held it tightly in his hand, jerking it in the ways he preferred. He pictured her body in his mind, imagining what it would look like as she rode him. He could hear her sweet voice saying his name continuously as he would eat her out. His dick would twitch at the any shameful thought he had.

Part of him was ashamed, knowing he shouldn’t be thinking this way. His girlfriend – his fiancé – was just killed. That was why he was here. Plus, this was Stan’s daughter. Why was he here masturbating to the thought of this unknown girl?

His grunts turned into pants, nearing his climax, when his phone started to ring. He grumbled, grabbing it from his bedside table and glancing at the unknown number. “What?” He snapped, answering the phone with a quick swipe.

“Get your ass to my house now. I need you. This is your first assignment,” Stan told him hastily. Before Mitch could question further, the line went dead.

He jumped from the bed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a fresh black shirt before sprinting out the door to his car. The tires squealed and smoked as he sped towards Stan’s home, hidden deep in the woods.

The door was kicked open when he arrived, barely hanging on the hinges. Mitch grabbed the handgun from his glove department, making his way into the house slowly. He tiptoed his way in, glancing around every corner before he made his next move.

“Stan? Are you here?” His voice echoed through the house, the darkness making it hard to see. He tripped over knocked over furniture, stepping on broken glass. “Stan! Answer me!”

“Mitch?” a frightened voice sounded behind him. He whipped around to the sound, the gun being cocked in his hand. The barrel was aimed right at her face, and he could faintly make out the tears in her eyes. “D-Don’t shoot me. Please.”

He lowered the gun and grabbed her forearm, pulling her around the wall into the kitchen. He knelt by the counter, tugging her into a crouch with him. “What happened here? Where is your dad? He called me so suddenly, saying this was my first mission.”

The tears leaked freely down her red cheeks, her breath coming out in shorts puffs of air. “I-I don’t know. I was in my room when I heard a bunch of noise downstairs. T-There were g-gunshots. When I went to check, d-dad said to hide and not come out.”

Mitch scratched his chin, unsure what to make of her story. His phone vibrated in his pocket, the unknown number displayed in bold across the screen. “Stan?” Mitch answered.

“You found her I assume?” Stan’s voice was thick over the phone, making Mitch’s eyes narrow. Something happened, he just wasn’t sure what. “Take her with you, find her somewhere safe.”

“What the fuck is going on? Did someone attack you guys? I damn well hope you know I didn’t tip anyone off.” Mitch ran his hand through his hair, glancing at the girl beside him. She was watching him, her tongue wetting her lips slowly, her tears staining her cheeks still. Mitch mentally groaned, watching the way her tongue moved.

“I know you didn’t. I had someone keep tabs on you till you got home. It doesn’t matter right now. Get her out of the house and out of town. I will contact you again soon.” The line went dead, buzzing in his ear as it did. Mitch growled, slamming his fist into the cupboard door he was kneeling against. The girl jumped at his action, whimpering silently.

He grabbed her hand, stealthily dragging her from the house. She was silent, getting into the car with him. Mitch sped away from the house, glancing back every so often to make sure they weren’t being tailed.

The girl fiddled with the bottom of the gown she was wearing, the tears not stopping. Mitch sighed, grabbing her hand and rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. “It’ll be ok. I will keep you safe.” She remained quiet, watching how his hand moved against hers. She admired the way the veins bulged every time he would give a gentle squeeze. “You know, I don’t even know your name,” He told her, chuckling lightly.

He saw a small smile from the corner of her eye before he felt her wrap her arms around his, burying her head into his shoulder. “It’s Y/N.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he muttered, feeling her cling tightly to his arm, one of her hands entwining with his and playing with his fingers.

The rest of the drive was silent. Y/N calmed down, but remained positioned where she was. She felt safe holding him the way she was. But she couldn’t stop the knot in her stomach that was eating away at her. She felt powerless, the worst she felt in her entire life. She didn’t want to be a burden to anyone.

Mitch pulled into a small hotel in an unknown town not too far from home and checked into a room for them. It was small, but it would do till Stan contacted him again. Y/N sat on the bed, her mind reeling as Mitch placed a pillow and blanket on the couch for himself.

“Mitch.” She saw his eyes glance her way, the whiskey color bright even in the darkness of the room. She tugged at the bottom of her gown, embarrassed to ask. “Will you teach me to defend myself? My dad always says how great of a fighter you are.”

Mitch was taken aback, partly by hearing that Stan complimented him on his fighting, and partly on Y/N asking him to teach her. “Why would you want that?”

“I feel so helpless all the time. My dad never wanted to train me because he insisted that he was going to protect me. But what about tonight? He left to pursue whoever attacked us. I couldn’t help him fight them off. If you hadn’t come to help me…” She trailed off, unable to finish, afraid to consider what could have happened.

Mitch opened his mouth to respond, closing it before he did. He thought back to the beach, and considered what things could had been different if Katrina could defend herself more. If she wasn’t defenseless on that beach while he wasn’t with her…

Mitch shook his head at the thought, glancing at the girl on the bed. “You know he will probably kill me if he finds out I taught you anything, right?” She nodded. “Good, then you can hopefully stop him from doing that. We start tomorrow. I will find us some clothes and a place to train.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, tackling Mitch into a hug. “You are officially the greatest. Thank you, Mitch.” She kissed his cheek, retreating from the hug and returning to the bed. His fingers brushed the spot her lips were and smiled, a slight pink hue spreading over his cheeks.

He laid on the couch, listening to her light breathing all night. He drifted in and out of consciousness, until a scream erupted through the room. Mitch slipped off the couch, landing on the floor with a thud. Y/N was sitting up in the bed, screaming and crying. Her breathing was uneven, and he was sure she was having a panic attack from a nightmare.

He rushed over to her, placing one hand on her cheek, the other on her chest. “Y/N. Look at me. You need to slow your breathing. Relax and breathe. Please.” Her tears cascaded down her cheeks, her nails leaving marks in his arms where she started grabbing. Mitch grumbled, whispering to himself, “come on Mitch. Think of something.”

He did it before he thought, pressing his lips to hers. He felt her chest stop rising at the action, before slowly relaxing under his touch. Her lips were soft, just like he had imagined them. He could also smell the vanilla body wash she must have used before her house was attacked.

He backed up slowly, his lips still close to hers. He felt her breath on his lips, shifting from the twitch in his pants. “H-how did you do that?” Her voice was a whisper, and he wasn’t even sure if he had heard her.

“Luck I guess. It was the only thing I could think of to get you to calm down,” Mitch responded, running his fingers along her cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re here then, Mitch. Thank you.” Mitch pressed his lips to her forehead, wanting the contact to last as long as possible. He tucked her back in, returning to the couch and falling into a blissful sleep.

They stepped from the car, an abandoned warehouse in front of them. Mitch grabbed a bag from the trunk and tossed it at Y/N, heading for the door. “Get changed. You’re not going to want to train in a nightgown.”

Y/N nodded, disappearing behind the car to get changed. Mitch couldn’t help but steal a few glances at her, faintly able to make out when she brought the gown over her head. He could tell her skin was soft, the distance meant nothing for this fact. He saw her pull out the sports bra, slipping it over her head. He let out a grunt, imagining her pulling to down over her breasts. The same breasts he wanted to see, to hold, to kiss, and to suck.

He shook his head, turning away and prying open the rusty door. Glancing around to assess the place he had selected, he found it to be dusty, some old crates scattered about. The roof had holes in it, and the windows were cracked. It would work for what they needed it to, however.

Y/N walked in, adjusting the shorts bra and shorts she was wearing. “Dad would kill me if he saw me like this,” she mumbled to herself.

Mitch swallowed thickly, trying not to think inappropriate thoughts at the girl in front of him. “Well, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him, right?” She nodded, giggling at the comment while glancing around the warehouse.

“So, when do we-” She didn’t get to finish as Mitch swiped her legs from under her, watching her fall to the ground with a thud. She groaned, rubbing her ass as she sat up slowly. “What the hell was that for?!”

Mitch tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it onto a nearby crate. He cracked his knuckles, glancing her way. “Rule number 1: don’t let your guard down.”

“But that wasn’t fair!” Y/n stood up, pushing against his chest, resulting in no movement from Mitch. “You didn’t even tell me we were starting!”

“That’s the point though, babe. The real world isn’t going to tell you when it’s happening. Do you really think someone will walk in and tell you they are kidnapping you, giving you a chance to fight back? I’d be damned if they did!” Mitch didn’t mean to yell, but he realized what he did when he saw her cringe, backing away from him slightly. He rubbed the back of his head, digging the toe of his boot into the ground. “I didn’t mean to yell. I’m sorry.”

“I...I know Mitch. I’m the one that should be sorry.” She wiped her eyes, and Mitch felt a bit guilty.

“Let’s just...start from the top, shall we? Let’s teach you some basic fighting techniques,” Mitch told her, attempting to calm her nerves a bit. She nodded, allowing him to show her the basics.

She learned quickly, partially to Mitch’s surprise. He didn’t expect her to pick up on moves as easily as she did, but part of him thought it was because of her genes. She was related to Stan, after all.

He watched as she circled him slowly, the sweat dripping down her brow. He couldn’t help glancing over her body again. Her clothes stuck to her because of her sweat, her hair tied up, away from her face. She had a couple of scrapes and bruises, which he was hoping she could cover up. Otherwise, Stan would have his ass for sure.

He watched her steps carefully, anticipating when she would strike. And right when he predicted it, he blocked her punches and tripped her, holding her to the ground with his arm held tightly against her chest.

“You lose again, Y/N,” He told her, smirking down at her. But her gaze held confidence, as she returned his smirk.

“Did I?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, using all of her body weight to flip them over. Mitch was shocked when he felt his back press into the ground, Y/N leaning against him. She was panting, but smiled and leaned closer to him.

“Got you, Mitch.” He couldn’t retort, his eyes fixed on her lips. His hand brushed her cheek, a small blush heating her cheeks. “Mitch…”

He didn’t say anything as he pulled her down, his lips meeting hers. She hesitated, before kissing back softly. Mitch felt a spark run through his body, his stomach in knots because of the girl on top of him. She melted more into him, her lips molding perfectly into his. It was the perfect kiss, shocking Mitch beyond belief. He never felt this way with Katrina.

Y/N shifted slightly, Mitching groaning into the kiss as he felt her rub against the erection he had been fighting all day. She broke the kiss, glancing at him with a worried expression. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you or something?”

Mitch wasn’t sure how to answer. He pursed his lips, glancing at the girl. “Yes you did.” She panicked, starting to apologize. She jumped off of him, pacing the warehouse till Mitch grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. “Not like you are thinking. You’ve been driving me insane since the moment I first saw you. I don’t know what to do, Y/N.”

She stared into his eyes before studying him closely. His face was clad in the scruff she knew, the same scruff that she enjoyed feeling when he kissed her. His body was perfect. His biceps rippled at the slightly movement, showing his hard work and dedication he had before coming to train with her dad. His chest was toned, covered in bits of hair that made her drool slightly. His six pack was ever so present, a trail of hair leading into the shorts that hung low on his hips. She could see the tent in his shorts, and blushed at it, imagining what that happy trail led to.

“Do you um,” she paused, licking her lips. “Do you want me to help you figure it out?”

Mitch shuffled closer to her. He held her cheeks, his thumbs brushing some of the dirt away. He brushed his lips against hers, whispering his answering shortly.

“Yes.”

With that, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a forceful kiss.

His lips engulfed hers completely, his strong arms picking her up around the waist and setting her on the crate his shirt was tossed onto. His hands traced down her sides to her thighs, massaging them softly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her moan muffled by his sweet lips. His tongue ran over her lips, sneaking its way into her mouth.

Mitch pulled her closer, rolling his hips into hers. The thin athletic shorts he wore did nothing to hide his pulsing erection, pressing into her core through her own shorts. Her head fell back, breaking the kiss as she let out a loud moan, letting her voice echo throughout the warehouse.

“Mitch. Are you a bit turned on right now?” She quipped, feeling his lips travel down her throat. He placed gentle kisses along her collarbone, sucking often to leave his marks all over her body. Her fingers found his hair, tugging roughly at the roots.

Mitch fiddled with the straps of her sports bra, glancing up at her. “What makes you think that, babe?” His hips rolled against hers again, letting her feel his twitching cock on her core and thighs. “Was it this maybe?”

She moaned, clawing at his back. Her nails left deep red marks along his skin, causing Mitch to groan against her chest. He started tugging the sports bra over her head with no remorse, tossing it behind him once it was over her head.

She licked her lips, watching how Mitch gazed at her chest. “You can touch them you know. I won’t stop you. You could do almost anything right now and I wouldn’t argue, Rapp.”

He leaned closer to her, his breath fanning over her cheeks. “Who knew the goody two shoes daughter of Stan Hurley was so dirty on the inside? Never even learned to fight, but can talk dirty to a man?”

She leaned back on her hands, tugging him closer with one leg. “I’m not so much of a goody two shoes, Mitchy. I just don’t like to disobey my father. That doesn’t mean I can’t fuck properly.”

Mitch groaned, slipping his fingers into her shorts. They swiped over the fabric of her panties, gathering the arousal that had pooled between her thighs. “That’s good to know then. Because you’re incredibly wet for me, and I want to fuck you properly.”

“Don’t just talk to talk then, Mitchy. Learn to walk the walk.” She barely got the words out as he slipped past her panties and shoved his fingers deep into her pussy. His name erupted from her throat, filthy moans following. He fluidly pumped into her, taking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped over the nub countless times, curling his fingers are he worked her top to bottom.

Snaking her fingers through his hair, she pulled him from her breasts, up to her lips for a rough kiss. His fingers withdrew from inside her, her whimper muffled by the kiss. He skillfully pushed her shorts and panties off her legs, tossing her shoes after them, not caring where the clothing was discarded. Her hands found the waistband of his own shorts, pushing them off his hips in a flash. He kicked the material away, struggling slightly when they caught on his boots.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, the kiss getting rougher and more passionate. Their tongues visibly fought to dominance, their teeth clashing from the speed of the kiss. Mitch picked her up from the crate, carrying her to the nearest wall. His cock was pressed against his stomach between them, throbbing as he felt her warm, wet cunt against it.

He broke the kiss, his lips staying close to hers. “I just want to double check one last time. Are you sure you want this, Y/N?”

“Yes, Mitch,” She whispers, brushing her nose against his. “I want to fuck you. You are driving me insane.”

His mouth pressed against hers once more, adjusting the tip of his dick to press into her. She mewled at the contact, feeling him slip inside. Her juices were enough to help him slip in comfortably, his cock pulsing against her walls repeatedly.

His hips snapped into hers, pressing her harder into the wall. Her whole body jerked at the motion, biting at his lip to keep her noises in. With each thrust upwards, the tip of his dick would press against spots that would make her body jolt, the fire inside of her building quickly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her whines flowing directly into his ear. Their chests rubbed against each other, sweat forming from the contact.

Her walls clenched, holding him tighter inside her pussy. “Oh god, babe. You’re so tight. You must be getting close.”

She buried her face in his neck, panting when she felt him push harder and faster into her. “I feel like I’m about to explode, Mitch. You’re gonna make me cum so much.”

“Good,” he whispered, the grip on her thighs increasing and he slammed into her relentlessly. His motions were becoming staggered, his form becoming sloppy. “I need you to cum before I pull out. I’m not wearing a condom.”

She nodded, feeling his nimble fingers slip between them, rubbing small, quick circles over her clit. The push was enough to set the fireworks in her stomach soaring, her juices leaking around Mitch’s cock. She let out a staggered cry, her toes curling into his back. Her nails dug into his biceps, drawing small bits of blood from the pressure. Her body shook, trembling against the wall as he helped her ride out her high.

He carefully set her feet to the floor, frantically ramming into her to reach his own end. Her legs wobbled, one of Mitch’s hands finding her waist to keep her steady. His breathing increased, the sweat dripping down his brow as he pulled from inside her, jerking his cock rapidly. Long strings of his cum spewed from the tip, coating her stomach and his hand, dripping onto the ground. His head buried into her shoulder, feeling every involuntary spasm his body had as he relaxed.

Their panting was all that could be heard, neither wanting to move from their current position. Mitch eventually moved from her shoulder, his orbs gazing down at the girl under him.

“Where the fuck did you learn all of that? That was incredibly kinky for a girl who lives in the woods with her overprotective father.”

She giggled, resting her head on Mitch’s chest. Her fingers followed along the small scars he had developed from training, placing small kisses on his pecs. She could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, and she knew hers was probably the same.

“You know porn DOES exist right?” He stared at her blankly, knowing that wasn’t the full answer. “Fine. You caught me. Before I was dragged out there, we lived in a big city. I snuck into a club with some friends for my 18th birthday, got drunk, and had sex with a few guys. I was only forced to leave when our apartment was broken into…” She broke off suddenly.

Mitch noticed her get quiet. “What about your apartment getting broken into?”

“Um…” She leaned back, looking up at him, fear consuming her entire expression. “There was a note on the fridge. Saying that someone was coming for me…”

Mitch frowned, growling a bit in frustration. There was more that Stan hadn’t told him about what was going on. How was he supposed to help this girl if he was in the dark about it all.

Her eyes filled with worry, seeing Mitch’s expression. “Are you okay, Mitch?”

Mitch shook his head, clearing the thoughts that muddled his mind. “No no. It’s fine. Let’s get dressed and head back. We shouldn’t stay in one place for too long.”

She nodded, wobbling off to clean up and find the clothes that had been scattered around the abandoned building. Mitch scratched his chin, unsure what to make of the entire matter.

Y/N sighed, burying further into the covers of the bed she was in. She had been on the run for over a week with Mitch, and she was becoming exhausted, physically and mentally.

Mitch had continued to train her in self defense. Though he said she was learning quickly, she didn’t feel she was making progress. He could easily take her down, even though that could be from the extensive training he’s had. The last couple of days, he has been making comments that her moves were sluggish, and her mind wasn’t entirely there. Which was true.

She was mentally exhausted. Because of him. After what happened in the warehouse, neither one talked about it. But the sexual tension was there. It was palpable, stuck in the air between them.

She didn’t want this to happen. She hated to say she had taken a liking to Mitch. Honestly, how could you not like the handsome man? But he was making it hard because he seemed to blow over their entire encounter.

Mitch shook her shoulder lightly, tugging at the blankets that covered her head. “Get up, Y/N. We are supposed to be training.  Why are you still in bed?”

She let out a groan, peeking from the covers into his whiskey eyes. “I don’t feel great today. Can’t we skip today’s lesson?”

Mitch frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed. “What’s going on? You’ve been out of it for a couple days now. Are you sick? Stressed?” He paused, rubbing his neck nervously. “Period?”

“Oh my god. No Mitch!” She buried into the bed again, embarrassed he would even think that. “Just leave me alone. Please.”

Mitch let out a large sigh, tugging the covers off of her. Flattening her against the bed, he crawled on top of her, staring in her endless orbs. She had a light blush on her cheeks, the nightgown she wore riding up her thighs as she shifted under him.

“Please, just tell me what I did. I can tell something is bother you. You get restless whenever I’m around. You can’t focus during our training sessions, the same ones you requested mind you. So what did I do? Let me know how I can help.” Mitch’s eyes were full of concern, something she wasn’t used to in the hard eyes of the assassin. She took a deep breath, letting it out shakily.

“I-I’m fine Mitch. Really I am-”

“That’s bullshit!” He snapped at her, rage coursing through his veins. He scratched at his scruff, eyeing her form as she shrunk into the bed. “You keep saying you’re alright, but you’re not! Now tell me what is going on!”

“It’s you, Mitch!” She shouted, covering her mouth immediately after. She hadn’t meant to say anything, but his persistence had pushed her to her limit in a short amount of time.

Mitch blinked at her, grabbing her hand and running his thumb over her soft skin. “What have I done to upset you so much? I want to fix this. Please, Y/N.” Mitch pleaded with her,, squeezing her hand slightly.

She let out a shaky breath, fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. “Let me...just ask you this.” He nodded, staring at her intently. “Did...what happened in that warehouse...did it mean something to you?” She felt Mitch’s hand tighten, his gaze hardening on the ground. A couple tears slipped down her cheeks, dripping onto his hand. “I-I get it, really I do. I was just a good fuck for you a-and you hold no feelings-”

Mitch silenced her with a hard kiss to her lips. Her eyes widened at the contact, feeling Mitch crawl on top of her. His tongue traced her lips, his hands caressed her sides. She let out a pleased sigh, relaxing into his touch, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to roam free. His tongue found hers, wrestling with it for dominance.

He slowly backed from the kiss, listening to her heavy panting. Licking his lips, he looked into her red, puffy eyes, seeing the tears stream down her cheeks heavily. His thmbs ran over her cheeks, wiping the tears away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault. After what happened...I thought it was best to avoid talking about it.”

She shoved him away, glaring at him. He let out a small laugh at her puffy cheeks, watching her grip at the bottom of the nightgown she was in. “Why in the hell would you think something like that?”

Mitch hummed, leaning closer to her lips, brushing them with his as he talked. “I guess part of me was afraid.”

She swallowed, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Afraid of what?”

His orbs locked onto hers, no doubt evident in his gaze. “Afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from doing it again.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair, relishing in the softness of his chocolate locks. Her breathing was quick, her body aching for his. “Well, no one is stopping you now.”

“Good.” Mitch wasted no time in kissing her again, the kiss rougher than the last one. His hips were already grinding on hers, her moans drowned out by their clashing lips.

His lips trailed down her jaw to her throat, sucking at it gently. His hands trailed her thighs, pushing her gown up enough to reveal her panties. his finger swiped along her clothed heat, feeling how drenched the fabric was.

“Fuck. You’re already this wet? What made you like this, baby?” His teeth nipped at the sensitive spot on her neck, feeling himself twitch at the loud noises she released.

“You fucked me in a warehouse and made me extremely sexually frustrated since then. So it’s all your fault, Mitch.” Her head fell back into the pillows, feeling Mitch slip her panties down her legs, discarding them onto the floor in a flash.

“Well I guess I have to make up for it then.” One final kiss to the lips and he disappeared down her body, his lips finding the wet folds he wanted to taste desperately since the warehouse. He flicked his tongue several times over her folds, feeling her wiggle restlessly underneath him.

“Mitch please.” Her whines were music to his ears, making him sigh against her cunt. Her body shivered, eager to feel something more. “I need you. Please.”

He chuckled, placing a kiss to her cunt to tease her. “What happened to the dirty girl that was in the warehouse? She’s very reserved today.”

“Well, Agent Rapp,” her breathy voice hit his ears, feeling her hand trace through his hair, scraping at his scalp, “let me give you a new mission then.” His ears perked up, his dark eyes shifting up to her face. A smirk was on her lips, her bottom lip being pulled between her lips. “Make me cum, and I will be that dirty girl you want. You can do whatever you want to me, daddy.”

Mitch groaned, the tips of his fingers pressing deeply into her thighs. “Sounds like a deal, baby.” Without hesitation, his tongue found its way passed her folds, straight into her dripping pussy. Her cries went wild, the grip she held on his hair tightening at the immense pleasure she felt. He swirled his tongue in circles, collecting every bit of liquid he could on the tip.

He licked his way to her clit, brushing it lightly with the tip of his tongue. Her whines filled his ears, soft gasps escaping her lips. “Mitch please. Don’t tease me like this. I just want to cum for you.”

He smirked, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud, flicking his tongue over her clit. Her whines got loud, twitching repeatedly at the ecstasy that was running through her veins. One of Mitch’s hands found its way between her thighs, the middle finger sinking into her pussy. He could feel her clench around it, trying to grab ahold of the feeling he was giving her.

“Mitch please! Do you just like hearing me beg?” Her body was shaking, and she could near Mitch laughing again her clit.

“Maybe I do like it when you beg. But I’m going to make you beg all day, baby.” Slipping a second finger inside her, he pumped quickly, thrusting his fingers into her as deep as he could go. She let out a few screams, his name mixing with strings of curses. He placed kisses along her clit, spelling out his name with his tongue.

He could feel her pussy contract more often, alerting him to the peak she was nearing. Her breathing increased, and her fingers twisted in the sheets and his hair. Her entire body shuddered as her back arched from the bed, her juices flowing freely over Mitch’s fingers and onto the bed underneath them. Mitch shoved his fingers into her rapidly, helping drive her through her orgasm.

As her body relaxed, Mitch removed his fingers, licking them clean. “So tasty, baby.” He crawled up her body, kissing her softly on the lips. “Now, about that deal we made…”

She quivered at the sound of his voice. It was deep and seductive, and she knew in her core that he was not done with her. “You’ve completed your mission successfully, Agent Rapp. What would you like for your reward?”

His dark eyes locked onto her bright ones, a sexy smirk decorating his lips. “I hope you’re up for it, you dirty girl.” She blinked, almost afraid of what he was going to request. “Don’t worry. I’m not a jackass and will say I want anal.” He saw her exhale briefly, relieved he guessed. “I want you to blow me. Then ride me.”

She swallowed, nodding her head hesitantly. “Y-yeah. I can do that.”

Mitch cocked his head slightly, rolling his eyes over her form. “Are you sure? You don’t seem...confident in this.”

She nodded, kissing his cheek. “I just don’t remember having done it before… So I’m not entirely sure what to expect or even if I’m any good.”

He placed a sensual kiss to her lips, rubbing her sides gently. “You’ll do fine. It’s just like...eating a popsicle.”

She giggled, pushing him off her. She climbed off the bed, slipping the nightgown over her head. He watched her breasts fall free, her nipples hardening instantly in the cold air of the hotel room. He groaned, rubbing his erect cock through the shorts he was in.

“Hey. That’s my job, daddy.” She head him mumble under his breath, seeing the tent in the shorts twitching erratically. She smiled, tracing her fingers along the top of his shorts. “Take off your shirt. Once that’s gone, I will take care of these...obstructions on your cock.” Her fingers danced over his erection, giving him an enticing look.

Mitch scrambled to throw the shirt across the room, not caring that it landing on the tv in the process. She giggled, tugging his shorts and boxers down his legs, seeing his giant cock slap his stomach in the process. Dropping his clothes to the floor beside the bed, she let a little gasp. “Whoops. There they go.”

The tips of her fingers ran down his cock, swiping over the tip to gather the precum he had leaked out. “Oh my, daddy. And you said I was wet?” He let out a growl, signally he wasn’t wanting to deal with her comments. “Someone is tense, I see. Let me fix that for you.”

She let out a shaky breath, wrapping her lips around the tip. A small moan left Mitch’s lips, feeling her kitten lick the tip gently. “Come on, baby. I want more than that. You can do it.”

She nodded the best she could, sliding more of his length into her mouth. Her tongue traveled down the underside of his cock, tracing along the pulsing vein she felt. Hearing his pleasurable moans, she started pumping him, swirling her tongue around his cock continuous. His moans got louder, thrusting his hips to meet her pace. Her cheeks hollowed, feeling his tip hit the back to her throat, causing her to gag. Mitch muttered a soft “sorry,” running his hand through her hair to help her keep pace.

She slowly pulled from his cock, placing a few kisses down the length. Mitch eyed her, the lust in his eyes stronger than before. “Why’d you stop, babe?”

She grinned at him, straddling his hips, trapping his cock between his stomach and her pussy. She rolled her wet cunt along his length, grinning down at him “Well, I figured you would want to cum after you’ve been inside of me. I bet it feels better in here. Don’t you agree, daddy?”

Mitch groaned once more, his cock throbbing at the feeling of her soaking wet heat pressing against him. “God, the things you do to me babe. I love it when you call me daddy. I love feeling you pressed against me. But I will definitely love it the most if I can shove my dick inside of you. I wanna hear you moaning my name.”

She placed a kiss to his lips, her lips lingering against them. “Whatever you say.”

She positioned the tip at her entrance, sliding down onto him. Her eyes clenched, tears prickling the corners. “Why are you so big, daddy? You’re filling me to the brim.”

Mitch grunted, unable to answer. His hands found her waist, his fingers pressing deep into her skin. He didn’t care if he left bruises at this point. He just wanted her, to feel her around him.

She rocked against him, feeling his dick rub against her walls. Her pace was slow and tantalizing, much to Mitch’s dismay. “Babe. If you don’t move faster, I will have to flip us over and do it myself.”

She grinned at him, nodding her head. She placed her hands on his muscular chest, her nails digging into his pecs as she bounced faster on his dick. Her breasts bounced with each movement, in perfect view for Mitch. His hips thrusted upwards into her, meeting every motion perfectly.

She let out mewls of pleasure, feeling him pulse and twitch inside of her. Her nails left deep scratches along his chest as the sound of slapping skin echoed throughout the room. Mitch watched as his dick was pulled from her pussy, nearly coming free before disappearing backing inside of her in a quick motion. Her juices coated his entire length, glistening in the light whenever she pulled away from him.

He flipped them over, pulling out of her. She let out a whine, watching him grab the nightgown off the floor and ripping a long strip of fabric from the bottom of it. “Hey. I sleep in that you know!”

“You can still sleep it in, babe. It’ll just be a bit shorter,” He told her, taking both her hands and tying them to the headboard with the fabric he obtained. She shifted slightly, feeling the fabric rub against her wrists uncomfortably. He placed a rough kiss to her lips before leaving a trail of marks down her throat to her breasts.

His tongue traced the outline of her breasts, feeling her squirm against the restraints. His mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking at it relentlessly. Her body jolted at the feeling, mewling as his tongue flicked over her nipple multiple times. One hand played with the other breast, massaging it between his fingers and pinching the nipple occasionally.

“Your tits are amazing, baby. And so sensitive to the touch. You must be getting wet again just with me messing with them. One day, I should make you cum just by playing with them.”

She fought against the restraints, whimpering at him. “I’m sure you could. But right now, I don’t want that.” Mitch bit at her nipple, hearing a small scream escape her throat. “I want you to fuck me, daddy. I miss you already.”

Mitch huffed, positioning himself at her entrance once more. “I think I can do that for you, princess. Make sure you are screaming daddy’s name as you cum.” He slid back in, her wall closing around him instantly.

He wasted no time pounding into her, pulling her legs around his waist to reach into her depths. The echo of slapping skin got louder, nearly drowned out by the number of moans that fell from both of their mouths. He slammed into her at an ungodly pace, letting her tight pussy milk him for everything he had.

“Fuck, daddy!” She screamed, her body convulsing sporadically. Her toes curled into his back, her own back arching off the bed as she struggled to get free. He leaned forward, crashing their lips together is a fierce kiss, their tongues fighting between their lips. His thrusts didn’t cease, only seeming to get faster and harder. His fingers found her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bud.

Her walls contracted, making it harder for Mitch to move. “Mitch, I’m so close.” He didn’t need to respond with words, just action as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, the angle allowing him to reach new spots inside her. Her nails dug into her palms, allowing her body to spasm. Her cum splattered her walls, coating his cock in waves of fluid. The feeling of her tight pussy mixed with the large amounts of cum that coated him became too much as he pulled out quickly, jerking his cock as fast as he could. A powerful orgasm rocked his body, his seed shooting out across her stomach, chest and face.

Both Mitch and Y/N panted, their bodies shaking from their highs. Mitch grabbed the box of tissues from the bedside table, helping clean the white spots that coated her body. She watched his arm muscles flex as he cleaned the salty liquid from her body, loving how this man looked above her.

Undoing the ties around her wrists, Mitch collapsed on the bed next to her, letting out a happy sigh. “That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Y/N giggled, slowly rolling from the bed. She had to hold herself against the wall to keep steady. Her legs were shaking from their activities. She tossed him his shorts and boxers that littered the floor, heading towards the bathroom.

“Can’t argue that, Mitch.” He slipped on the clothes, glancing at her staring at herself in the mirror. “You left so many marks on me. Jesus. I have hickeys all over my neck. You left bruises on my waist from when I was riding you. You even left me some burns on my thighs from your delicious scruff. You better hope that my dad doesn’t come to take me home anytime soon.”

He chuckled, watching her pull on a robe the hotel provided and heading back to the bed. She leaned over him, placing several kisses to his lips. They both let out content sighs, loving the feeling they got from each other.

“Mitch, can I be honest with you?” She mumbled against his lips.

“Of course, babe.”

“I know I’ve only known you for like...a week. But...I think I’m really starting to like you.” She held her breath, unsure how Mitch would react. She feared rejection from the man she was falling in love with.

Mitch smiled, pulling her into another kiss. “That’s fine, Y/N. Because I think you are helping me get over Katrina. I can’t explain how or why I do so much, but I like you too.”

A smile lit her face, her lips dancing over his until a knock on the door was heard.

“Housekeeping!”

Mitch groaned. “No thank you! We’re fine!” Y/N giggled again, pulling him into another kiss, Mitch happily obliging. The knock was heard again, breaking the two apart. Mitch climbed off the bed, cracking the door open slightly. “Look, I said-”

The door flew open, knocking Mitch to the ground. His head slammed to the ground, black dots appearing in his vision. Two guys ran over to Y/N grabbing her arms and holding a cloth to her nose and mouth. Her screams were muffled, her eyes drooping as she passed out in the arms of the invaders. One man walked over to Mitch, who was attempting to get up to save her.

“Thanks Agent Rapp. We’ll be taking the girl now.” With a single blow, darkness consumed Mitch’s vision completely.

Mitch stirred, his eyes burning from the bright light above his head. His body was sore, countless muscles screaming at him as he tried to sit up.

He wasn’t sure where he was, but he could hear talking across the room from where he was lying. His groan caught the attention of the people, their footstep being heard as they shuffled over to him.

“Where is she?” His throat was dry, his voice barely a whisper. “Where is Y/N?”

“Rapp.” Mitch knew the voice of Stan anywhere, his eyes being forced open. Stan glared down at him, the anger ever present on his features. “She was taken because you were careless. You should have kept moving!”

Mitch forced himself up, burying his face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I tried to get her out that morning. She wouldn’t budge from the bed and-”

“Then you force her, Rapp! You were supposed to keep her safe!” Stan was pissed, and Mitch knew it.

“Yeah well it’s kind of hard to know how extreme the case is when you didn’t tell me anything!” Mitch snapped back. “All you said was to protect her. You didn’t tell me who was after her or why. The most I heard was that before you moved into your house in the woods, you guys lived in the city. Someone broke in and left a note saying they were coming for her.” Stan visibly froze, his knuckles tightening until they were white. “Who is it that is after her?”

Stan glanced at Mitch, seeing the hard expression on his face. Stan knew he wasn’t going to back down until he got answers. “Someone from my past. Someone I may have crossed before Y/N was born.”

Mitch furrowed his eyebrows, recalling everything he had been told about the girl he had been watching. “This person is the reason her mother died, aren’t they?” Stan nodded, his lips pressed into a tight line. “They targetted your family to get back at you.” Another nod. “Who is it, Stan?”

“They call him Jagger. He was part of a gang I was assigned to take out when I was around your age. Jagger slipped through my fingers and fell off the radar until after Y/N was born. I never told her that he was the reason her mother died. I never told her that he threatened to come back for her.” Stan sat in a chair next to Mitch, eying the man in front of him. “I promised I would protect her. I wasn’t about to lose everything I cared about in my life.”

Mitch nodded, “I’m sorry I failed, Stan. It’s completely my fault.”

Stan huffed, rubbing his chin. “You must have put up quite a fight before they took her. You had scratches and bruises all over.” Mitch blushed a bright red, knowing it wasn’t from fighting the kidnappers. “Get some rest. We are heading out to get her back.”

Mitch scrambled from the bed, steadying himself on the wall. “I’m coming with you. I need to make sure she is okay.”

“You’ve done enough, Rapp. You need to stay here and rest now.”

“I’m not staying here. I’m coming with you, Stan,” Mitch told him, his gaze hard on the man that’s been training him. “You gave me a mission. I’m going to see it through to the end. I need to make sure she is safe again.”

“Why? What reason do you have to fight this battle?” Stan questioned.

Mitch let out a breath, his fingers clutching at the wall. “Because I love your daughter and need to protect her myself. After what happened with Katrina… I don’t want to see another person I care about get taken away.”

Stan shoved him against the wall, his arm pressing against his throat. Mitch choked, gasping for air. “And when did you decide you were in love with her?”

“I don’t know,” he gasped out, his lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. “She took my breath away when i first saw her. Taking care of her since then...those feelings grew I guess.”

Stan dropped Mitch, watching the man suck in the precious air. “Let me guess then. The marks and bruises aren’t from Jagger’s gang, are they?” Mitch slowly shook his head. Stan rubbed the back of his neck, turning to walk away. “We’ll talk about this later. If you’re really set to come with us, get geared up. We leave in ten.”

Mitch watched his mentor leave before scrambling after him. He was ready to get his girl back.

The men stormed the building, not hesitating to take down anyone that came into their path. Mitch following, his gun at the ready to take down everyone he could. He followed Stan down the steps, shooting at the men that ran from the different rooms along the hallway.

“Jagger’s main study should be at the end of this hallway. That’s probably where he is keeping Y/N.” Mitch nodded at Stan, his eyes darting throughout the dark hallway.

A crash was heard to their left, muffled voices coming through the door. Stan motioned to Mitch to get into position, kicking open the door once he was ready. The barrel of Mitch’s gun pointed directly at Y/N, similar to back at Stan’s house, a small squeak escaping her throat.

“Holy shit. Y/N.” Mitch mumbled, lowering the gun and pulling the girl into a tight embrace. He took in her appearance. She wore a loose top and panties only, blood splattered on them. She had speckles of blood on her face and hands. Mitch ran his fingers down her cheeks. “Are you ok? Did they hurt you?”

She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “T-they tried. But I punched one of them in the face, just like you taught me. I think I broke his nose. He kind of tackled me after that. I...I did that same move I did on you in the warehouse to gain the advantage. I grabbed the closest thing I could, just some statue or something, and smashed his head in.”

She pointed at the body lying unconscious in the room she emerged from, Mitch’s eyes landing on the body sprawled out on the floor. Blood pooled around the motionless body, soaking deep into the carpet.

“D-did I kill him, Mitch? Am I a murderer?” Her voice quivered, tears streaming down her cheeks quickly. Mitch pulled her into an embrace, her face hidden in his toned chest, running his hand through her hair.

“No, baby. It was self defense. You did nothing wrong.” He mumbled reassurances into her ear, watching Stan walk over to the body.

“It’s not Jagger. Which means he’s still around here. You take her to safety. I will find him,” Stan said to Mitch, seeing the girl crying in his arms. Y/N sniffled, shaking her head against Mitch’s chest.

“No. I want to be there when you do it. I-I know I probably shouldn’t, but he tried to kill me, dad. He...he said he killed mom. I want to see him suffer.” She shook in Mitch’s arms, but both men knew she wasn’t going to change her mind.

Stan headed down the hall without a word, Mitch following him. His hand entangled with hers, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Stay behind me. I will protect you.”

They found Jagger sitting in his study, reading a book casually. Stan and Mitch pointed their guns at the man, Jagger’s blue eyes glancing at them. “Long time to see, Stan. And Mitch Rapp. It’s nice to see you again. Haven’t seen you since I came for your girl.”

Mitch’s grip tightened on the firearm, biting his tongue to avoid the snarky comeback he wanted to release.

Stan glared at the man, cocking the gun in his hand. “It’s over, Jagger. Just turn yourself in quietly. This doesn’t need to end in your death.”

Jagger chuckled, tracing his gaze over the figures in front of him. “I killed your wife. Almost killed your daughter. And you still won’t kill me? You have guts, Hurley.” His eyes focused on Mitch, seeing Y/N cling to him from behind. “What about you, Rapp? I heard your fiancé was killed. But now you like this juicy peach behind you. To what lengths would you go to ensure her safety?”

Mitch’s glare sharpened, knowing Stan glanced at him, waiting for his answer. “I would do anything to protect her. If it means killing you, I will. But only if it’s necessary.”

Jagger smirked, shifting in his seat. He pointed a gun at Mitch, letting out a menacing laugh. “Wrong answer, Rapp.”

A shot was heard, Mitch’s ear ringing. Y/N held a gun by his side, probably pilfered from the guy she killed before, her fingers shaking. Jagger’s body slumped in the chair, his blood soaking through his shirt instantly.

“It was the right answer, asshole,” she muttered, the gun slipping from her fingers and clattering on the ground. “Father always said that the strongest resolve is knowing when to give someone mercy. But you don’t get to threaten the man I love. There is no mercy for you.”

Mitch pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead. She let out a sniffle, a smile upon her lips at the contact.

Stan nodded his head, a small smile on his face. “I’ve taught you well.” He pulled out his phone, eying the two as they remained unmoving in their embrace. “We’ll talk about this later. Take her home and get cleaned up, Rapp. Report in tomorrow.”

Mitch nodded, watching Stan head out, the phone pressed to his ear. He nuzzled his face into her hair, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”

She grinned. “I’m glad you came to save me. My knight in shining armor.”

Mitch tilted her chin up, his eyes focusing on hers. “You know, the princess is supposed to kiss her knight in shining armor after he rescues her.” His lips found hers, a sweet kiss being shared between them.

She smiled into the kiss, tugging at his lip with her teeth. “Well, while that may be true, what am I supposed to give daddy for coming to my rescue?”

A lustful look crossed his face, his eyes darkening the tiniest bit. “I can think of something.”

Their lips were connected before they even stumbled into Mitch’s apartment. The entire drive back was full of teasing between both parties. She forced them into gas station bathroom at one point so he could shove his face into her pussy, only after his fingers had been teasing it for an hour straight in the car. She sucked him off while he drove, swallowing every bit of cum he released fro the endeavor. By the time they had finally parked at his complex, the two were at it again, jumping each other’s bones.

She was shoved against the door, Mitch’s lips trailing down her neck. Her fingers twisted in his hair, feeling his soft lips suck on her collarbone and his scruffy chin scraping along her skin. Her moans were loud, bouncing off the walls.

“Mitch, I really need a shower. I’m covered in blood and don’t want to fuck you like this.”

He pulled the shirt over her head, pressing his body against her. “Maybe I can join you then. I should make sure that you get all that blood off you. And I can’t let you leave my sight again. Don’t want you to get,” he paused, licking his lips, “taken from behind.”

She jumped on him, her arms around his neck and legs tight around his waist. Her lips traveled down his jaw, kissing at all of the moles and freckles he had. He nipped at his earlobe, letting her breath fan over it. “I’d appreciate the protection, Agent Rapp.”

He groaned, carrying her towards the bathroom. His cock was hard, pressing against his jeans. It could feel how wet she was, the cloth from her panties rubbing against his jeans and leaving wet marks on it. “I think that’s the wrong name, princess.”

He placed her on the counter, a shiver running up her spine as she came in contact with the cold marble. “Is that so, daddy?” He turned to turn on the shower, letting the water warm up. As he turned back to her, the wet fabric that was her panties landed on his head, the small girl jumping passed him into the hot water. She poked her head out, smiling at the scruffy man. “Well, aren’t you joining me, daddy?”

Mitch let out a low grumble, discarding his clothes into a heap in the corner. He climbed into the shower, admiring the girl under the showerhead. She ran her hands through her hair, giving him a perfect view of her entire body. Her breasts were perky, her thighs rubbing together occasionally to keep herself horny.

Mitch leaned down, tilting his head as he pulled her into a rough kiss, their teeth clashing at the action. The water trickled down both of their bodies, the heat escalating between their bodies. Mitch’s hands moved up and down her sides, finally finding their way to her breasts. Giving them a light squeeze, she moaned into the kiss.

“Mitch,” she mumbled against his lips, “Let’s not waste any time. I need to feel you inside of me.” His tongue flicked over her lips, spinning her body around till her back pressed against his chest. His lips sucked at her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her ass pressed against his cock, feeling it throbbing. “Mitch. Please.”

He leaned her forward, her hands against the wall to keep her steady. His hips grinded against hers, his cock rubbing along her folds. “Not Mitch. What’s my name, baby?”

She whined, bucking her ass against him. “Please, daddy? I’ll do anything.”

With a smack to the ass, he slammed deep into her from behind. He scream pierced the air, reverberating against the bathroom walls. “That’s better, baby.” His hips snapped against her ass, the sound of slapping skin amplified by the running water against their bodies.

His speed was godlike, his giant cock reaching depths she had never felt before. His tip brushed her g-spot, her walls twitching around him. His hands gripped at her waist, helping her thrust back into him. She bit her lip, pleasure rushing through her as his cock reached deep enough to tap her cervix with each thrust.

Her legs shook, her nails digging into the shower wall. Mitch leaned over her back, grabbing her bouncing tits, tweaking the nipples between his fingers. His dick twitched every time her walls clenched around him, his movements getting sloppy.

“Daddy, I’m getting close.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, her half-lidded eyes staring at him. “Will you cum with me?”

He hesitated, stilling inside her briefly. He leaned back running his fingers up and down her spine. “I’m not wearing protection, babe.”

She had a small smile on her slips, passion filling her eyes. “I don’t care. I love you, Mitch.”

He smiled at her, pressing into her deeply, faster and harder than before. The tightening of her walls happened spontaneously, her body shaking as her orgasm coursed through her body, her cum spattering around his cock and her walls. Mitch could feel her liquid coat his dick, feeling it twitch till he was shooting his load into her. Her walls closed around him, milking his cock as he rode out his high.

He pulled out of her, bringing her shaking body up against his. His lips brushed her forehead, hugging her close to his body. “I love you too, Y/N. I didn’t think I would love someone so deeply after Katrina. But I do.”

She smiled, relaxing against him. He took the time to wash her body properly, making sure she was clean of any blood. He even took the time to dry her body and put clean clothes on her. He could tell she was tired, mentally and physically. She had been kidnapped, killed more than one man, then had sex with him once they got home to safety.

He carried her to his room, a yawn escaping her mouth. Laying her on the bed, he pulled her to lay on his chest, allowing his fingers to run through her hair.

“Mitch.” She mumbled, her eyes drooping. He stared down at the beautiful girl, wrapping his muscular arms around her tightly. “Thank you. For everything.”

He smiled, nuzzling his face into her hair to take in her scent. “You know, I didn’t understand what your dad meant the first time he said that he had someone to protect and that was what made him strong. Now I think I do.” She cuddled closer into him, and he knew she was listening. “I want to protect you, Y/N. Because I love you. I know you’re not a weak little girl, but you mean the world to me. So please, will you let me protect you?”

He stared down at her, meeting her for a quick kiss when she leaned up at him. “Always, Mitch.”

“I’m glad,” He whispered. “Now, I just have to survive your dad. I’m going to get my ass beat because I’m pretty sure he already knows I’ve fucked you.”

“Well then,” she giggled, placing a couple sweet kisses to his lips, “I guess that will be when I can protect you. He can’t take you away from me. Not ever.”

“I like this deal.” His eyes closed, relaxing with her in his arms.

“Mitch?” He chuckled, the sleep evident in her voice. “I really mean it. Thank you for protecting me.” Her breathing slowed, signally her descent into sleep.

“Always, my love.”

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