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Dark! Bodyguard! Mitch Rapp

Warnings: Bodyguard! Mitch, Bratty reader, Diagnosis(Autism, ADHD, anxiety, and depression) Talk of Spiders, Somoniphilia, bondage, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, nicknames(little one, darling, princess, Angel, dollface)

Disclaimer: I'm autistic and this character represents me :>

Yet again, Y/n was trying to escape. She was currently on her balcony trying to climb over her railing. Mitch heard the shuffling and ran into her room searching for her. It was past her assigned bedtime. Her parents repeatedly told him that she needed to stay in her room and NOT go outside and search for Spiders.

His hands find her hips lifting her effortlessly. He walks through the doors, shuts them, and throws her on her bed, reminding her of the numerous smut books she's read. She screams with a smile on her face. Mitch loved it when she smiled like that. She looked angelic. So happy, the girl made her.

He gave her a stern look before it broke into an amused one. "It's passed your bedtime, Little One." She wanted his voice to be innocent, but it didn't sound like it to her. Maybe to others but it was just them, so, was it really innocent?

"Your spiders are sleeping, you can search tomorrow," he scolds her, his hand on his hip. "During the day," Mitch adds.

Y/n pouts and crosses her arms. She moves and sits on her bottom, her knees bent, her legs resting by her sides. "I don't have a bedtime! And my spiders are Nocturnal! I want to see the night spiders! Not the Day spiders!"

Now she was just acting childish. Spoiled even. But she couldn't just get everything she wanted. Mitch should teach her that... Even if it was very tempting to do so. Even tempting to spank her bottom for being such a brat and escaping the previous night. He was infuriated when he heard her successfully escape through the hallway bathroom window. She used that one because the bathroom in her room had no windows.

Her parents, The Hales were smart for that one. He silently thanked them in his mind when he first had a tour of their house. He also thanked him mentally for receiving all her information in a file on a given work phone. He was surprised at her background, to say the least. She had extreme PTSD when it came to being alone, the last time being when her ex-family member broke in and used her as a punching bag because he resented her. Resent her and ruining the family picture with her diagnosis. But really he did that by doing that.

Aside from that, he didn't really wasn't bothered about the other diagnosis that she had. Autism- She would sometimes become upset with certain clothing and tear them off, so he made a mental note to ask if she was comfortable with the clothing before starting the day. Anxiety- he understood and would help if he saw anything that gave him signs of it. Depression- he would make sure she's happy. Lastly, Insomnia- She had a set schedule she liked to abide to- aside from her bedtime. She despised sleeping during the night because that was when she was most vulnerable. So, he reassured her that during the night he would be in her room to keep watch. So she can sleep.

Y/n stumbles to her walk-in closet. He gets the hint so he turns around to give her privacy. Once she saw it was safe she instantly grabbed a sleep shirt which was an oversized shirt that framed her curvy hips.

Y/n thought to him scolding her. She loved it. He looked so hot, the reason why she was so bratty at times... From the constant scolding of Mitch, she still didn't hate him. She knew he was just doing his job. She thought about it logically. She would do the same if she were him.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts she sat on her bed. She shoved her legs under her sheets and sighed with contentment. She spread her legs repeatedly under the covers to feel the nice satin on her skin. She loved her satin sheets. She grabbed her laptop, placed it in her lap, and began typing away on the book she had been working on for a bit.

Mitch stalked toward her and took a peek at her screen. She situated it so he couldn't see. "Privacy! You would not like to know what I'm writing."

It only intrigued Mitch more but he left it that. He took out his phone and checked the time. "It's 11: 47..." He puts his phone into his pocket once more. "Past your bedtime- wrap it up, darling," He gestured to her laptop. She blushed hard at the new nickname and typed a bit more, probably summarizing what she wanted to happen for her future self to write. She snapped it shut and handed it to him. He gracefully took it and put it on her desk across the room and put it on charge for her.

She watched him do so, smiling to herself as he bent don't to grab the cable cord. "You have a nice bottom," Y/n whispers bluntly. Oh, but he heard her. He quickly turned and stared at her with an open mouth.

It took a second to recover. "Go to sleep, Princess," he said as his brows raised emphasizing she needed to sleep. If only she could crawl out of her covers to grab that laptop to write what she just thought of... Then he was standing in front of her, swiping a strand of hair out of her face. It fell back into her face and she blew it out of her face completely. Ironically, it looked like she was from a cartoon. His hand stays in her hair, falling to her face to cup her chin with his thumb, and then he repeats himself.

She leans into his touch, Contrary to popular belief, autistics hate physical contact but she adored it. She loved simple actions like finger-holding, arm clinging, hugging, and cuddling. Kissing freaked her out a bit but she was sure with the right person she would love it just as much.

Then he walked away like nothing happened. Like he hadn't just cupped her face so tenderly. Like he hadn't stared into her doe eyes so lovingly. Like he hadn't glanced at her lips while holding her pretty face.

Then she flips over on her bed, stripping herself from her shirt under the covers, and throws it. She didn't know where. Nor did she care. Mitch watched her and practically choked on his spit when it landed at his feet. "I guess she didn't like the texture," He thought to himself. He grabbed a book from her shelf and began reading. He became shocked when the first page was a full warning page of triggers. He quickly put it back.

"Yeah, don't grab from that shelf. It's filled with smut. Go for the other, it's more educational," She laughed as her eyes found him with a red face in her corner. He nodded and grabbed another book, a book on night crawlers. She smiled at the book choice.

Mitch stares at her sleeping form. He was in the lovesac like he had been for an hour. She's been asleep for about 20 minutes. She was now whimpering in her sleep, she normally did this. But tonight? It sounded a little needier. Her hips proved that by grinding against her body pillow she was cuddling. Her light grey sheets were lower than they were when she started to sleep. They rested on her bottom, only covering her bottom half. His eyes trailed her back, examining the scars he could make out. From what he could make out was a lightning bolt tattoo that littered her back covering joining the scars.

He stayed on the lovesac, his legs manspreading as his hands rested on his knees. He found her resting form so peaceful looking. Like she wasn't scared of anything. But he knew she wasn't that peaceful because even in her sleep she was prone to attempt to escape. She tried on his first night of being her bodyguard. He took immediate action and comforted her on the floor, holding her while she calmed down from a panic attack. Ever since that night, she was benign to him, going easy on him compared to testing him like she had done on the first day.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when she kicked the covers off of her body. Her body snuggled into the pillow, appreciating the cool air against her legs. After a few seconds, her hips wiggled against the pillow, perfectly grinding against her mound.

To him, that sight was impure. Everything he wanted to see and not see. He pulled himself up, going against his urges to not touch her body. And he doesn't. Yet.

He gulps, and covers her back up, silently wishing to himself that she wouldn't kick it back off. And she does, instantly when the sheets touched her arms. He leaned in to look at her, checking if she was awake or not. His hand touched her forehead, then cupped her face and slowly moved to her shoulder. He takes a deep breath, trying his best to control himself over his sleeping client. She looked so sexy lying there... The image of her body grinding against her pillow popped up in my mind. Replaying it over and over. Was she having a wet dream?

Before he could answer himself he was pulled down by her holding his arms. She gruntles in her sleep and tugs on his arm, he falls into her bed but he catches himself. As he falls her legs wrap around his waist, locking him in place. This is wrong. So wrong. But her body against his felt so good. He could feel her breast against his chest, her breath on his neck, her delicate hands on his waist, holding him.

He sighs giving in and wraps his arms around her curvy form. He covers the both of them up, only with the sheets not wanting her to get too warm. "There," he whispers, mostly for himself. This was not what he expected when he took this job- But, at the moment, he was not going to complain. His warm calloused hands roamed her back, his fingertips trailing the scars along her back. Gosh, he could kill that bitch that harmed his little Angel...Did he just say that? His angel? He didn't care- she was his.

She moans in her sleep, breathy and husky with sleep. Her hands tighten around his shirt, grasping it like she wanted him closer. Her hips now ground into his hips and he stilled. He stiffened, his body and his cock. He could feel the blood rushing to it, hardening under her warmth need rubbing against his dick. "Mitchie... Please," she moans, her breathy moan tickling his neck. The hair on the back of his neck raised, goosebumps littering his whole body.

He bit back a satisfied moan and looked down over her shoulder at her hips moving under the sheet. He shouldn't be allowing this. He shouldn't- He didn't care. He wanted this.

His hands fall to her hips, helping her grind against him. His pants were so tight, that every movement caused painful pleasure to strike through him. Like it was intruding every nerve of his body. His mind was blank besides the pleasure and her sinful-looking body.

His lips planted a kiss on her shoulder, testing the waters. She breathily moaned. So, he kissed again, this time on her neck. This time it emits a loud satisfied moan. So loud he thought it woke her up. But it didn't. He was glad that it didn't, he wanted to enjoy this moment more.

Her body shakes as she orgasms against him. He doesn't let her hips stop, forcing them to continue against his clothed-hardened dick. As she finishes, he holds her up by the back of her neck, slowly leaning her back to get a better view. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. Her breasts were perky, and resting in front of his face. He leans in, giving one a kiss, his eyes watching her face so he would know if she was about to wake up. His tongue swirls around her hardened nipple, sucking softly as his lips closed around the areolae. His hands now massaged her hip softly, still going along with her movements. He was about to cum in his pants- He hasn't done that since he was a horny teenager. That was a full generation ago.

"Oh my gosh, angel- You feel so good," He moans softly. He couldn't help but praise her, even when she was unconscious. Her body seemed to react to the praise, her hips grinding harder. That was when he realized she was awake. He stammers, attempting to explain himself. But she cuts him off as she kisses his neck, licking and sucking the heated flesh.

"Tell me later," She moans, biting the area she just kissed. He groans hard at her teeth, never expecting her to be so harsh. He loved it.

"Fuck, Princess. You're going to give me a heart attack." He could hear his heart in his head, it was thumping, racing so loud. It almost vibrated his skull.

"You should have thought about earlier," She retorted with a click of her tongue. The click was loud like it was pulled off from the suction.

Y/n palmed his dick under her hips, grabbing it and massaging his length. He doubled over, his head resting on her shoulder. His left hand rested on the small of her back. "Do you want to continue you this, Mr. Rapp?" She asks sheepily. He nods into her shoulder, his right hand stopping hers. He lifts her with ease, placing her down once he stands.

"Since all you do is write... You should write this." He swiftly removed his belt with one hand, quickly maneuvering it around her hands as makeshift handcuffs. He tugged on it, checking if it was secure around her wrist. "Not too tight?" She asks, his eyes landing on her blown-out eyes. She nods, biting her lip with a small smirk.

That smirk was wiped off when he pulled her legs to the edge of the bed. His face was right in front of her mound. "Say you don't want this and I'll stop..." He leaves a few kisses on her inner thigh, slowly trailing to her covered pussy. Once he gets close he goes to the other thigh. "I swear I will." He looks into her eyes, giving her the most mind-numbing sight of the night. "Please let me have a taste, angel," He begged. He fucking need to. He wants to taste her juices. Even tasting her after they've finished. He hasn't eaten since dinner and that was almost 7 hours ago. He's starving for some desert.

She swore her heart stopped when he asked that. This was like straight out of a book... Gosh, when did Mitch get so hot? Her bonded hands attempt to pull her panties down but he smacks her hands lightly. "Let me," He growls, then begins pulling them down with his teeth. Once they were down at her thighs his hands removed them swiftly. Then they spread her apart, the flat of his tongue taking a long slow lick at her cunt. His tongue wiggles into her folds, collecting all of her release from earlier. He groans at it, the vibrations traveling to her clit. "I'm going to need more of this, angel," He murmurs before he continues lapping against her clit. "Taste' like honey." He then rises and pulls her into their first kiss. She groans, not expecting it to be like this. She did taste sweet, his tongue played with hers before he moved back down to play with her little button.

His hands rubbed up and down her thighs, as he ate her out. Her bound hands playing with his hair. The restriction of her hands pulled her breasts together, giving him the best sight ever. He was so hard it was begging to break free, already passed dripping precum.

"Mitch, please," she tried to breathe but her lungs were moving too fast. He got the hint, knowing well enough she was about to release on his face. And she does, she squirted all over his face; The liquid dripped from his face as he continues to tongue fuck her hole as his thumb rubbed her clit. She screams, letting her pleasure take over her form. Her body shakes, her thighs closing on his head like earmuffs.

After a bit, he pulls up and hungrily kisses her. But the kiss was slow somehow, wanting her to feel everything. Wanted her to taste her release more. He didn't want this quick. He wanted to drag it out as long as possible. He wanted a book, not a flimsy page.

His hands roamed her naked body, feeling all the imperfections that were viewed as perfections. It was like she was created by the gods. Hell, she was a goddess to him. He wanted to get on his knees in all different forms when he saw her file. He immediately asked to be her bodyguard. He wanted her to be his. He wanted to take her. And now, after just a few weeks he was able to.

"I need you, angel, I need you to say you're mine." Her hands fumbled with his pants, wanting to free his member. "Say it," he growled.

"I'm yours, Mr. Rapp!" she screams. He then flips her, her ass in the air. She didn't see him when she looked over her shoulder. But he felt her. He was lapping at her pussy again. Just when she thought he was going to eat her out again, she heard shuffling. He stripped himself of his boots first, the thumb being heard when he threw it near the lovesac he sat at earlier. Then quickly removing his clothes, he left his boxers on and pressed his hips against her. His clothed dick rested perfectly between her slit. "Do you feel that," He groans as he grabs her hips and pulls them to his. "Do you feel what you do to me?"

She wiggles her hips. "It's hard not to when your cock is pressed against my minge," She made sure she sounded sarcastic with her tone, wanting to make sure she was talking back.

He gave a dark chuckle as he kicked his boxers off. "I love it when you're bratty." His body leaned, pressing against her as he unbuckled his belt. He rubs her wrists, kissing them before separating them on each side. He held her hands down on the bed as his dick pressed against her entrance. "Do you want this? Do you want my cock to stretch you out?" She nods a yes, whimpering and pushing her hips back.

When it enters, it enters completely. He slowly moved inside her, not caring that the stretch was too much for her. It felt too good. For both of them. His thrust slowly became faster, fucking her with a medium rhythm.

Y/n's moans were all over the place, screaming then needy. Once he angles his cock to hit that delectable spot she was back to screaming. "That's right, dollface; Scream for me," he growls into her ear. He then plants a small kiss under her ear, telling her she is so good for him. "S'good; Taking your bodyguard's cock so well."

His trust get harder, now his hips were slapping her clit with each thrust. Her head shakes from side to side as the pleasure is too much. She wanted more.

Her body from her previous orgasms made her so sensitive. Especially her most recent one. But yet all she wanted was more. More pleasure against her craved sensitive body.

She could do was take his dick repeatedly. Her arms were pinned with one of his hands and the other held her hip to force it down and to stop it from squirming.

"My pretty angel, so pretty," he groans. He kisses her wet cheek. Somewhere along the way she had started crying from the amount of pleasure. This didn't stop him, only turned him on even more.

"Mitch," she gasps loudly. Her back arches due to the upcoming climax and she forcefully belches her orgasm around him. He chuckled darkly and slowed down her thrust to tease her and her eyes rolled back because it felt better for her.

He could sense his release appearing soon. "You want me to cum inside?" He wanted to go inside but her knew better to do that. Y/n shakes her head in a panic. He hums I'm response and kisses her cheek to reassure her. The rubber in his stomach then lets go in his stomach as he pulls out and cums all over her stomach. Some of his elixirs landed on her tits and he just doubles over and licks it off.

"Instead of spiders I think I might want to study this," she hums appreciatively pointing to his semi-hard length. He smirks. "Come here," she purrs. He obeys and leans down. Her hand grasps his cock and starts rubbing it as he hovered over her. She teases the tip, her finger gliding back and forth over the red needy bump. From time to time her finger would play along the slit and he would shudder as he tried to keep his eyes open to stare into her alluring eyes. "Doing s'good for me," she mocks playfully. "My Mr. Rapp is so handsome," she whispers. He shudders again and nods as his dick starts to twitch in her hand. "Love my bodyguard's cock, so fucking big," she moans before he cums again. He cums with a loud primal growl as his cum close and covers hers body once more.

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What A Scary King

Summary : King Mitchell is known for being cold and distant. Some would even say scary. And if it seems like you're the only one saved from his temper, he knows how to prove the gossip wrong, even more when you ask him to be nice.

Pairing : King!Mitch Rapp x Royal Guard!Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, pet names, smut, degradation, power unbalance, mean mitch, creampie, titty worship, slight manhandling, overstimulation too if you squint, mitch being really rough on reader, kinda fluffy too in some places (i made the man a little sweet to balance it out :)).

A/N : second one for you birdie !! hope you enjoy :)

There she was, strutting down the hallway of the castle, looking as fresh as a morning flower and as joyous as the sun. She reminded of the sun, ironically, probably looking ten times brighter. She could light up a room with her smile making hearts melt was her specialty and she surprised more than one when meeting her.

That girl was you. You were the embodiment of the sun in this dull ancient castle.

In a place where power ruled over everything else, a constant fight to keep it or get it for ourselves as well as money and adoration from the people, you skipped freely, as if nothing truly bothered you. You were the only free in this fancy diamond cage. That was what had attracted Mitch’s attention first, how free you looked, happy and just bubbling in excitement at practically everything. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he found you annoying and excessive in your reactions at first. He would even say that you were actually too bright and it was painful for his eyes.

Mitch was completely opposite to you. Just like Edward Cullen, he looked like he was in pain at each interaction he was having. Visibly uncomfortable or just bored out of his mind, he just couldn’t help his incapacity to care. He looked just about perfect for the role too, messy hair and scowl who could make a war veteran cower. Was he doing it on purpose ? Yes, people wouldn’t approach him and would approach you directly.

The problem was that people were supposed to talk to him. He was the king and you were just his personal bodyguard.

You tried to help him put himself out there but King Mitchell was definitely not the easiest to deal with. He always found a way to get his way and that meant letting you blabber around with important people while he found a way to stand there and watch you or just disappear. And you couldn’t say or do much, because he was the boss. But you did speak, because that’s all you ever did, talk.

“Your Highness ! Your Highness, stop walking! Wait !”

He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, clearly amused by the situation, just like the rest of the staff watching it unfold. It wasn’t unusual but they had to act as if they weren’t seeing it. As usual, there you were, running after the King, trying to have the usual conversation.

You were still following him, this time through the hallways of his quarters, forbidden to most, except you. You lived there, and not with the other bodyguards, for a reason unknown to them and the rest of the staff.

He kept walking and you kept running, trying to catch up to him, which was lore difficult than it seemed. In your defense, the King had longer legs, and he had disappeared about five minutes before you noticed and started running after him.

“King Mitchell, stop ignoring me and stop walking too !” You huffed, sounding out of breath.

You were still running when you slammed violently against his back, the bastard had stopped now only and probably on purpose too. He was trying you, and succeeding too.

You let out a grunt of annoyance, breathing in slowly to catch your breath while he stood there, like a greek statue. The man turned around and smiled widely at the glare you threw his way.

“That’s not a way to look at you king, princess.” He said, tilting his head and grabbing your waist in his hands.

You looked around frantically, making sure that no one could see you before kicking him in the shin.

“Don’t say that ! If people hear you, they’re going to have my head on a platter.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. His hand came up to your face, holding it tenderly and in that moment, you slightly forgot the reason why you’d been running after him. Mitch was rarely as tender and soft with anyone, but you were the exception again. When he kissed your forehead then your eyelids, you wanted to melt in his arms.

“I’m the king. No one will have your head, ever.” His lips were soft on your skin, soften than they looked. And so were his hands, they felt like clouds. Maybe you were tired from running but you suddenly felt sleepy.

A sudden boost of energy ran through your entire body, waking you up and making you gasp loudly, you’d been played again. You groaned in frustration, kicking his shin again and earning a glare from him. You raised an accusing finger at him, your own glare making him lose his to a smile.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that ! You have an important meeting, your Highness ! Let’s go.” You snapped, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. It was strange for most to see this, because he was still the king, but he allowed himself to be pulled around like a petulant child.

Entering the conference room, you bowed politely, apologizing for the delay and announcing the king in. You watched him sit himself ay them head of the table after saluting the guests and ran to stand next to the other body guards.

You always loved to see him try and focus, even when he was visibly bored. He would always try his best when you asked and it did make you feel special. Deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man silently walking towards you until he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“You need to share your secrets on how to tame the King.”

You jumped, turning towards the man and recognizing him instantly. He was one of you friends from when you were still in training. Giggling to yourself, you turned towards him to discreetly whisper back.

“I wish I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to exclusively call myself the royal whisperer…”

You both laughed, beginning a conversation and reminiscing about the years you had shared at the academy. Most of it revolved around him talking about the things that hadn’t changed, from your constant smile to his own awesome jokes, you both complimented each other well. It reminded you of the duo you formed back then.

For the rest of the meeting, you both stayed close, discussing your lives and the projects you had, it felt refreshing. You completely forgot where you were and what you usually did during those boring meetings. You often found yourself saving Mitch by justifying his cold reactions or sarcastic answers, but today you were truly enjoying yourself. Now, you absence was noticed.

Maybe it was childish of him, he was the king after all. But that same position made it okay for him to do whatever he pleased. And it meant being an absolute ass the whole time. It usually took less for you to rush to his rescue but here, nothing. He couldn’t even feel your presence around him, and when he turned around, he figured out why.

Did he feel all soft inside seeing your bright face ? Yes. He hated those meetings as much as the next but seeing you around him, smiling bright made it better. Now, was he happy to see the guy with his hand on your arm, making you laugh ? Not so much. He knew you were bored and trying to entertain yourself, but that hand, he wanted it off.

Completely ignoring his guests, who seemed to let him do what he pleased, he turned fully towards you, watching you both talk about whatever. When your friend cut himself off mid sentence to turn towards the king who was purposefully glaring at him, you sigh internally.

“I see you both seem to be having a very interesting conversation. Would you care to share with the rest of us ?”

“I’m sorry your Highness, we we-“

“We were discussing her evolution in the ranks as a guard.”

Your head snapped towards the man next to you, looking at him with surprise. You expected him to hide behind you or stay silent but in contrary.

You watched your boss readjust himself in his seat, his interest clearly picked by the answer. Indeed, most would be scared to respond to him, or even just look at him, he wasn’t known for being the nicest or having the best patience.

“What about her evolution ?”

“It’s an example in the academy, you Highness. She represents a lot for us, like a goal to archive or someone to be inspired by. No one ever climbed so fast and stayed up this long. She’s always a fun topic to discuss with the other recruits, mostly since you personally appointed her when most of your advisers had doubted the decision.”

If they could see how hot your face was in that moment, they would laugh. You hated being the center of attention, or at least noticing the attention around you and currently it was all on you. You could see Mitch’s little grin, signaling that the answer had either genuinely amused him or pleased him. Whichever it was, it was clearly better than him glaring at your friend. That grin, only you noticed it, because to others it just looked a little scary and threatening, like he was plotting something dark and vicious.

You adverted your gaze to avoid his eyes on you, they always pulled the worst reactions at the worst moments and you hated being so exposed. He’d would argue that on many occasions you enjoying being exposed, even loving the idea of being caught in those moments. He was digging into your soul with those eyes and making sure that you couldn’t escape it.

For a few more seconds, said seconds feeling like minutes, both men stared at each other while you hid in yourself. Suddenly, Mitch audibly chuckled, stunning everyone in the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.

“I see you’re a good judge of character. She is one on the my greatest prides. Happy to know that her growth is admired by others as much as I admire it.” He declared, his eyes completely focused on you.

He turned back towards his associates, but not before sending you a subtle wink. You practically choked, scared by the blunt act in public. You fractionally looked around, lucky that most were smiling to themselves but none seemed to have noticed the king’s playful act.

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For the minutes left to the meeting, you stood in semi silence, responding to your friends few jokes. You weren’t really focusing on anything other than Mitch and the way his deep voice resonated around the room. Commanding was his job but it didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all mushy inside when his voice cut through the room and brought out instant silence and obedience.

When it was over, everyone saluted each other, your friend giving you a short hug and telling you good luck with the scary king. You laughed before returning to Mitch who was glaring at him with that horrible smile once again. You watched everyone empty the room before it was your turn to leave. The walk to his quarters was silent but as soon as you both felt and seemed completely alone, you turned to face each other.

The grin on his face meant nothing good while the scowl on yours meant nothing good either. When you started hitting his arm, he started laughing, probably expecting this exact reaction from you.

“You absolute idiot ! Why do you do things like that !” You exclaimed, still hitting him.

Your arms were stopped by his firms hands and you were pushed again the nearest counter. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit you on it, keeping your thighs open to settle himself between them. His face found the crook of your neck and his nose dove in, rubbing against your collarbone and inhaling your scent.

He would always bath in your scent during meetings like these, you’d stay close and he would take deep breaths to smell you and feel the calmness exuding out you. You were his peace, his calmness, his control. He might’ve been the king but you called the shots and you probably had no idea. Whatever plan or idea you had for this country, you’d share in the middle of the night while he held you close to his chest, holding your naked body and massaging you to sleep. Whatever you said, he would listen and make a mental note in his head to make it happen.

His nose was replaced by his lips and his hands moved away from your waist to slide under your uniform shirt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and tight with his boa like grip. His free hand kept roaming, exploring your chest and grazing your under breasts.

This was his way of decompressing and the grunt coming out of his mouth and being muffled by your neck told you that it was time to do your part. You smiled, laying a hand on his back and raising it up softly to his nape. Your nails grazed the back of his neck before reaching the real point of relaxation he wanted you at. You felt him exhale in relief when your soft fingers started massaging his scalp.

The kisses against your skin that followed were all cut by his peaceful moans of pleasure and little groans of comfort.

“Fuck, I needed this…” He whispered, feeling his whole body lose strength. His grip on you even lessened, his body too relaxed to keep such a tight grip on you.

You stayed silent, rubbing all the tension and exhaustion away. These were your favorite moments with the King. He was always the best with you and you understand the risks of generosity and niceness coming from a king. You understood it all too well, but you couldn’t help the memories of the people thinking that he was scary or mean. Your Mitch, he was like a wolf, it took more than nice words and acts to have his trust and care, but once you received them, it was all he gave you.

You took your hand out of his hair to hold his face and pull it away from you to look into his eyes. There he was, tired but loving and gentle. You could feel it in the smile he gave you, this goofy smile only you could see, the kind that ripped away all the layers of royal etiquette he had to hide under to protect himself and the people he loved, you included.

“Why can’t you be nice and sweet with everyone, just like you are right now with me…?” You asked with a pout.

He grabbed your wrists and tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused.

“What do you mean ?”

“Everyone keeps asking me how I manage to work for you when you’re so ‘mean' and ‘scary’ ! I don’t do shit ! You’re just really nice to me and mean to others sometimes !”

While you seemed genuinely upset, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, because his ball of sunshine was slightly pissed and he was, maybe, responsible for it. That did things to him that shouldn’t happen in a normal body and he wasn’t going to deny any of them. The bulge growing under his slacks, he wasn’t going to hide it either.

“They think I’m mean and scary huh ?”

“Yeah ! And you are ! You put my friend on the spot less than half an hour ago and I’m sure it’s because I was talking to him and not standing next to you !”

He chuckled, you were nice but not stupid. And he was basically an open book to you, the king for children with more images than words and all that. Looking at you with lustful eyes that you hadn’t even noticed, he pushed himself even closer to you, letting it be known that he had specific intentions at the moment.

“But what about you Sweetheart…” He leaned into you, letting his lips ghost over yours and his tongue lick the upper one, tempting himself to push it into your mouth and swallow your taste fully. “Have I been mean and scary to you ?”

You knew what he was doing and it was working. With his lips right there, taunting you to lean in and receive the kiss you desperately wanted. You could feel the air around you both, warm and filled with the silent burning desire you both shared for the other.

Placing your palms on his chest, your mind told you to push him away, to stand your ground and make it clear that he was in trouble. Your heart and your pussy, on the other hand, were holding a complete different speech, completely forgetting about the issue at hand and ready to expose themselves and show him the exact ways you were ready to please him.

His bulge against your warm mound, pressing softly and letting you get used to the pulsating member. You kept in each and every sound threatening to come out of that pretty little throat at each little jump of his cock again you. You could feel his aroused and he could feel your rapid heartbeat through you cunt.

“Come on, Sweets… I asked you a question…” He whispered, rubbing his nose against your cheek and down your neck. With his hands roaming free and making you jolt each time he’d touch a piece of bare skin, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking clearly.

In one last moment of sanity, you managed to push out a singular word.

“Y-Yes…”

You could feel his smile again your skin, devilish and preparing countless nasty things to do to you. You yelped when in one rough move, he thrusted his hips forward and fucked your clothed core. One movement wasn’t enough for the king who kept grinding into your cunt, letting you drip through your clothes and soak yourself wet of arousal. With your slick dripped every smart and rational thought, your clenching cunt begging to drip all that sweet sweet sweet wetness all over his large mushrooms tip and all over his thick shaft. Grinding on you wasn’t enough, he knew it, and as a King, he was to serve his people, you first.

When his hands reached for your face, holding it tenderly and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you finally let yourself sink and allowed him to play with you however he wanted. You would’ve failed convincing him to be nice anyways, why bother ?

“Aww Sweetheart, I’m so sorry… You’ve been needing me nice and sweet huh ? That means I haven’t pampered you in a while. We need to fix that, don’t we ?”

~

One thing about King Mitch, is that when he put his mind to it, he could be as sweet as candy, and just as addictive. But when it came to you, it was instinctive, no need to be convinced, it was in his blood and soul. You owned him in a way that made it impossible for him to even think of letting you lift a finger.

He loved taking care of you and that meant that every chance you gave him, he would use to the max.

You should’ve seen it coming, it was practically written in his eyes that he would milk the opportunity dry and use your own words against you. You should’ve seen it and felt it too, and you had. Blinded by the warmth of his cock pressing against you, that was enough of a sign.

“Come on Sunshine… Don’t be so silent…" He mused, pressing his open mouth against your ear.

The king was never too fond of jokes but clearly he was in a humoristic mood.

The moment his earlier words came out, you were stuck, victim to his eyes, hands and tongue. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything that would follow. Quite literally ripping your uniform off of you, he took your com and signaled for no guard to contact you for the following hours before crushing it under his feet. He’d make sure to get you nice and loud and that, he was the only one allowed to hear it.

Describing him as eager would be a euphemism. His lips had found the very weakest parts of you in seconds, sucking and biting on your sweet flesh and leaving behind trails of teeth marks. His grip on your trembling body was unforgiving, pressing you to him with the might of a man ready to encrust his soul in the heart of the woman he loved. How romantic.

Mitch was firm, his touch rough, but never beyond measure. When his fingers slid in you, parting you open while his free arm stayed wrapped around your waist, your first reaction was to squirm away. His touch was always so overwhelming, your instinct feared your own reactions. But his weight pressed you into the mattress, keeping you still while making you take in and accept every sensation. You’d be taking much more soon anyways.

With his fat cock pushed deep inside your clenching channel, you could only mewl in pleasure while he kept you sat still on top of him. His firm hands maintained you in place as his hips rolled under you. Your frail body was left void of strength at each wave of arousal, your will to gain control over yourself long gone.

You reached for his hands wrapped around your hips and leaned into his chest, letting go of the idea of defense. You were surrendering, your core was doing the thinking for you and so was your heart. You were a sucker for pleasure, even more when it was given by him so softly.

Your heavy breathing slowed down but still audible for the man who’s lips dipped down your neck and started nipping at your skin tenderly. His fingers kept working on you, massaging your tender flesh to relieve all that stress you carried around. What a good girl you were, protecting him without asking anything in return. You deserved that relaxing moment.

“M-Mitch… Mitch, Please….” You pleaded, biting your lip to cover a loud moan when his cock jolted inside you.

The king stayed silent, unable to hear you over the loud screech of his own pleasure demons. Every part of him was craving you, craving a taste of you, craving to devour you whole while you surrendered to him. With your pussy wrapped as nicely as ever around his pulsating girth, his thoughts were clouded by more than thousand ways to ravish you. The sweet innocent sunshine who couldn’t help but make friends with every stranger she crossed.

You called him mean and scary, and the sly demon on his shoulder was tempting him to show you exactly how scary you could get. God, he knew you’d love that, to be turned inside out and filled to the brim, leaking cum at each and every step you took. He could picture it and the vision was nothing but sin wrapped in perfection. The desire to mark you as off limits to the rest of the world in the most primal of ways gad been burning inside him for as long as he’d known you. Could you blame him ? The thought of corrupting you, turning you into a beacon in his sea of darkness was what plagued his dreams day and night.

His warm palms reached up to your breasts, cupping them roughly, he pushed you further into his chest. He leaned down, biting your neck and grinned at the new mark his teeth had left on your flesh. Thumbs twirling around your erected nipples, pointing hard towards the source of their pleasure, the movement of his hips under you left you weak and begging for more.

“You pleaded for me to be nice and sweet, princess… You wanted that… I promise you, that fat cock that you love so much is as nice and sweet as it gets… Tell me you feel that sunshine… Feel how much your pussy’s taking… How well she’s taking it too, Fuck, that pretty pussy’s being so good…”

You felt yourself fall forward and lean on your hands to kept yourself up. Your thighs parted wider around his, letting him watch as your cunt spread open to take more of his thickness in. Poor brainless thing you were, fucking yourself on top of him while he leaned back onto the pillows and you move.

He detached his hands off of your waist to caress your back and calm down your shakiness. Your hesitant movement started to find their rhythm and that was when he pinned you to his chest again, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the bed. He moved your legs to have you spread perfectly in front of your own reflection.

He could see it all, the way his balls twitched, begging to enter you too, his cock large and greedy, pushing into the deepest crevices of your being and your folds welcoming him with the nice, slick shine of your juices. If he could have this picture painted and exposed in his office and every place he was at, he would, but no one would ever see you like this other than him. Not while he was alive and while you still accepted him as the only one worthy of loving you.

“Look at that pretty pussy, begging to be fucked like she deserves… Bet that brain of yours isn’t functioning anymore, is it ? You know what you have to do to get the relief you want. You gotta let me hear it, Sunshine.” He leaned against your ear and bit on the cartilage softly. “Let me hear how much you like it when I’m treating everyone like shit. You love it even more when it’s you… When your pussy’s getting abused and filled as if it was your only job to take my cock."

The arousal you felt at his words was like no other, impossible to even speak on out of pure shame. He was right, you were a desperate cockslut who enjoyed seeing him treat the world like a dirty paper towel ready to be discarded. You knew it made you wet each and every time, no matter where you were and so did he. You think he couldn’t see you ? The way you’d bite your lip and clench your thighs together, hoping for the sweet slick pooling out of your pussy to not drench your pants too much. He knew your routine better than you did and his body could practically feel you react to his rudeness.

The beauty loved the beast and she loved getting filled while he treated her like the rest, if not worse. His sharp words cut through you like knives and let you bleed out while he used your body for his pleasure and enjoyment. Cum dripping down your legs, he’d have you crying and apologizing for complaining when you both knew that was what got you off.

A tiny scream escaped you when you tried to sooth your poor aching mound by rubbing your clit but were quickly stopped by his long fingers grabbing yours. You deserved the smack he laid on your pussy and you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying out for mercy.

“P-Please ! Please your highness ! I’m sorry ! Please, make me feel…. M-Make me feel good ! Please ! Please, King Mitchell, fuck me !”

Like a symphony coming straight from the heavens, your pleas flew around the king’s head, filling it up and taking over the restraint he’d managed to show until now.

Rubbing your swollen folds with his long fingers, he reached up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his for a passionate, mind numbing kiss. His tongue sliding over your own, he was suffocating you from the insides and getting a taste while he was at it. Running a hand up your back, he grabbed a large piece of your hair to pull on them and give him more access to you.

The sounds of your moans were muffled by his groans and the movement of his tongue but nothing could compete with your cries of pleasure. That was the true prize, seeing tears drench your soft cheeks and warm your face while you tried to keep yourself from going crazy. That was what the King would call a success.

Suddenly raising himself and kneeling on the mattress, he threw you forward, forcing you on all forth. You turned towards him hesitantly and cried out once more when you felt his thick shaft slide out of you. If you could see yourself and the state of your pussy in that moment. Slick was coating your folds and dripping down your thighs. Reaching two fingers to gather some, he licked his digits while stocking his fat girth in his fist.

His eyes stayed on your reflection on the mirror, making sure that you knew he was preparing himself to ruin you. Clearly it was working, the man could see your pussy clench around nothing at each breath you took. What a spectacle.

You needed him inside you again, god, you would die if he didn’t fuck you soon. The vision of his member out, leaking precum drops everywhere but inside you drove you insane. Your mouth was salivating at the images, your body acting on its own and pushing you to slowly push your cunt in the direction of his bulbous tip. He was quick to stop you with a loud smack on your ass which only made it worse for you.

“You’ll get stuffed when I decide it, don’t be greedy and stay still.” You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back, warning you to try it again.

When you felt his palm on your back, and the other on your ass cheek, you sigh in relief. He leaned down to kiss your spine like he always did, as a sign of reminder that he still loved you as tenderly as a cloud could love and that if it was too much, you could call out for him and he’s stop.

“I love you Sunshine, remember that okay ? Don’t hesitate if you can’t take it.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the wave of softness melt your insides. Before you could recompose yourself, your ass was parted open, showing him the perfect view of your two holes gaping in obscene desperation. Even your body was betraying you and exposing ho much you needed cock to be happy.

Lining himself with your pussy, your face fell in the pile of sheets, biting them hard and gripping on the fabric with everything she had. The man was still torturing you, smearing precum all over your folds and letting it cover you properly.

“M-Mitch… Mitch please… A-Ah ! I-I need… I n-need… Need you to… f-fuck t me… Please !” You moaned, begging for the real deal and only getting a smile from him in return.

Pushing his mushroom shaped tip inside you slowly, he watched your face change into a pleasure dilled expression. His smile grew before he pulled out once more, enjoying your loud moan of disapproval. Before you could complain more, you were being impaled on every single inch of cock he had to give. Buried to the hilt, you was ready to bust, feeling your folds tremble on his heavy, cum filled sack.

“That pussy’s to die for… Fuck, look how nice and tight she’s squeezing me…”

Staying still for a few seconds, he backed up, sliding out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing himself deep again. He wanted you on the brink of madness and clearly, he was doing a good job. You could feel all of it, the pulsating veins adorning his long, thick shaft and the large tip that crowned it all.

The motion that had started slow, quickly picked up, his cock going back and forth inside you and expanding your wall to be molded around his girth and making sure that your pussy would take him and only him. He would carve his thickness in your soft walls and fully make you his, just like he was yours.

Gone were the tender hands, replaced by rough fingers gripping on your flesh and pulling you apart. With his nails grazing your skin and his digits pushing into you, your entire body burnt, the fire running through him flowing through you and leaving blazing marks on your sensitive skin. He was handling your body like a child would handle a toy, turning it inside out, exploring it and treating it exactly like it was, disposable.

These were the moments you loved but were too ashamed to claim, you loved him and when he treated you like a disobedient whore. Your pussy was his and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t creaming all over his cock at the thought of him disrespecting you more.

The loud sounds of skin slapping resonated in the room, topped by your obscene moans and his own grunts of pleasure. Each thrust was followed by the sounds of pleasure he tried to cover to hear you better. Yours were the only ones that mattered to him, fueling his ego as well as his heart. He could get enough of this, of you. From your whimpers to your depraved screams, he wanted it all, drinking them in with greed and begging for more.

“M-Mitch ! G-Good, feels… Feels so g-good ! F-Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Please, gimme more ! Need more, Please !”

“Look at you… Need more already ? Pretty pussy’s doin’ all the thinking for you huh ? Brainless slut, just like I like it…” He grinned, sliding a hand over your stomach to press it and feel his own tip through your skin.

The feeling and violence with witch he was plowing into your cervix was deadly, but when he flipped you around, making you face him while he parted you open and fucked you deeper was what broke you. Loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room and probably all around the quarters. It was probably for the best if these were forbidden to everyone but you two, probably for a good reason too.

His eyes never left you, fully focused on the mess he had turned you into. He was mesmerized by the view you were giving him, hid veiny cock going in and out of you, parting your sweet cunt open and dripping himself in your wetness to come out glistening in your juices. He could cum gallons from the memories of this alone, his balls so tight and full of cum, it became unbearable to feel them slap against your folds in the most obscene string of sounds possible. You greedy minx, you were swallowing all he had to give and more, exactly like he wanted. All of him was yours to take and possess. If you knew exactly how much you owned him, you would be surprised, he knew it, but he wanted you to know.

There was nothing more powerful than having a king surrender to you out of love and pure adoration. When many tried to force him on his knees, he willingly kneeled to you. And obviously, he would use his entire being to worship you.

Gaining a little bit of control over yourself, you observed his face, contorted in pleasure and trying to maintain himself focused to not cum. You knew that look, he had it every morning when you’d wake up to him relieving himself on you, during the day when you would be kneeling under his desk while he was taking some of the most important calls of his life, and at night when he was punishing you or rewarding you for your actions of the day. This was the look he had only for you, no one else.

The size of your heart doubled while your pussy tightened around him, holding his length tightly in your warmth and drowning him in your wetness. Raising yourself on your elbows, you felt a wave of confidence rush through you and take control of your body.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders and surprising the king who’s movements slowed but never lost in power. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling him with you and smiling while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kept him close to your chest, your breasts pressed against him while your mouth pressed his ear.

Fuck, you were killing him.

When he heard your difficult breath in his ear, from so close, he knew he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to control himself or stay focused on pleasuring you. He needed to cum, needed to let that thick creamy load fill you up and coat your walls all over. He needed to feel the warmth of him cum in every corner of your sweet pussy and needed to see it drip down your inner thighs at each of your step. He needed the image of your beautiful face while you tried not to moans when a droplet of cum would slide down and remind you of how much spend was left in you, he needed all of this to survive and the selfish, mean and scary king he was known to be would take exactly that mercilessly.

Sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, he grabbed handfuls of your flesh and held a tight grip on you, even tighter than before. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not when the large mushrooms tip adorning his veiny cock was pushing deep into your sweet spot and pulling the most beautiful screams out of you. If this was how he was going deaf, he would accept his judgement gladly, it would all be worth it.

You nails dug into the skin of his back, deeper and deeper, in sync with your cries of pleasure. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and drool was dripping down your chin. You looked messier each passing second and that pushed him over the edge.

His face rubbed into your neck, inhaling your hypnotizing scent and biting little parcels of flesh on his way. He took a look at his pulsating girth going in and out of you before looking back up at you and closing his eyes tightly. His own lips got closer to your ear, breathing into yours while you moaned into his.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re doing so good Sunshine, keep going… Good girl, keep taking it, take all of me, deep, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted, biting on your earlobe while his hands slid down to your parted thighs to hold them in place.

His sack slapped louder and louder against your folds, the sensation making your clit throb and your heart race. One of your hands let go of his back to cover your mound and play with yourself, bringing you closer to your end after hours of torture and obedience. Your cunt was sucking him dry, pumping and pumping for that load.

“Mitch ! Mitch, Mitch, o-oh fuck ! Needa cum ! Please l-lemme cum ! Need that load, all inside me ! Please Mitch ! Needa be full ! Please, fuck ! Oh, please ! Please, please, please, please ! Oh God, fuck, cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming !”

Biting your lip in a panic, you disregarded the little drops of blood on your flesh and let yourself sink in the pleasure. Your sweet cum exploded, flowing all over you both and drowning you in more pleasure than you could take. Your clit was left worn out and sensitive to any kind of touch, it even coming from the air around the room. Your body had collapsed in exhaustion, trying to call yourself down, when you felt his thick cum shoot out inside your tight heat.

He couldn’t help it, you looked so fucked out and messy all over. He had turned you unto that messy princess, his and his fat cock that you just couldn’t help beg for until you got it. He didn’t want to pull out but when he did, the view of both your cum mixed together dripping down your pussy was worth all of it. His cock was hard again instantly when he saw the mess.

You both stayed silent, panting and trying to catch your breath. Mitch reached to detach your arms from him and raised himself above you to watch fully. He grinned as he dipped down again to kiss your neck, should and bust. He left a trail behind him, one that made you squeak and whimper a little louder as he got close to your tits again.

His cock was playing with your folds, pushing his length between them and rubbing his seed all over you.

“Sorry Sunshine… I know you want to rest baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you Sunshine…” His words sounded like honey, sweet and hiding a swarm of bees. He wanted more, you knew it. You should’ve known better than to taunt him with that last thing you did. His lips kissed your nipple and sucked it in while the other was being played with by your free hand. “I just need… You to let me truly pamper you sweetheart. I need to show you how nice I can be to you Sunshine…”

His kisses descending towards your stomach made it more difficult to resist his words. Yes, a mean and scary king he was. Even scarier when he was sweet.

#mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp imagine #mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp x female reader #mitch rapp x you #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #female reader #woc reader #black reader #•°jin's 2k sleepover°• #•°birdie nonnie°•

[wildemaven]

🎶 — six songs on my ‘on repeat’ playlist

BODYGUARD- Beyoncé

i am not who i was - Chance Peña

Lose Control - Teddy Swims

Too Sweet - Hozier

YA YA - Beyoncé

Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

Thank you for the tag @inklore / NPTs @gnpwdrnwhiskey @iamskyereads @lovesbiggerthanpride @nothoughtsjustmeds @psychedelic-ink @flightlessangelwings @trulybetty and who ever else wants to share

#on repeat #spotify #on repeat playlist

[wanderingaldecaldo]

@marine-123 asked in a comment ages ago how Val's friends react when they find out about her dating the President, and what a great question!! I hadn't thought that far ahead lmao so this is great opportunity to flesh out their story, as well as the dynamics with her friends in this universe.

Val is cautious about telling people once she and Rosalind start dating. They are trying to keep things under wraps—even if they know it's ultimately futile and the media will find out—and she doesn't want to mess things up with Rosalind. She's always been a fuck-up and a flake in relationships, but she's taking this one seriously. (And for good reason! Who wants to fuck over the most powerful woman in the world?)

Misty is the only one she trusts enough initially to talk to about Rosalind, and she's known about her from the moment Val got back from Dogtown. Misty believes her about the “fling”, even if she doesn't quite get it. Later when Rosalind and V start texting regularly, Misty hears about it all the time. Sometimes she even shuts V down because all she wants to do is discuss the nuances Rosalind's word choice from the same text message for the hundredth time, and sometimes that's just one time too many for Misty.

Misty is Val's BFF in this universe, and best girl in all universes

Once they start dating, Misty remains supportive of V's happiness. Eventually V tells Vik and he is... not pleased. He has no love for the NUS and has no problem telling V that she's a gonk for getting involved with Myers for a whole host of reasons. V isn't naive though—she knows what Rosalind has done, and she knows it's much worse than anything Vik knows. She has her own reservations but she isn't going to share them with him—national security, of course, but also her own pride—and eventually Vik gives up. He doesn't like it, and V avoids talking about Rosalind whenever she pops by the office, but it strains the relationship and her visits occur with less frequency.

At some point she also tells Mamá Welles, who is suspicious but ultimately wants V to be happy. Lupe wants to feed Rosalind, of course. “She's too skinny, mija. Bring her for dinner, I'll cook my pozole.”

The only other person V trusts is Claire. They grew close during the races, and that friendship continued to develop after V took over the Afterlife. Claire isn't a fan of the NUS but she can understand the attraction, and doesn't begrudge V the relationship. (Nix also knows because he's good at his job, but V and Nix both pretend he doesn't.)

When the screamsheets start publishing rumors of the relationship but before the campaign manager's idea to hire her as Rosalind's bodyguard, V dodges as many calls as she can, and plays things off whenever she does have to talk to anyone—that's some gonk shit, we just text once in awhile, you know how the media lies . After she takes a position with the FSS and moves to DC, she can hide behind "national security" and say she can't talk about the President. 🤷😌

Panam doesn't believe it at first, and calls V the second she hears about it from Mitch. When he read about the rumors, he discounted them, but then the media start reporting on it. He's shocked, though he did notice the way V talked about the President whenever she shared the story around the campfire the night before they stole the Basilisk. He's disappointed, of course, even though he never believed that he had a chance with her.

On the surface, Panam is upset that V didn't tell her about something as big as dating the President, but V would have trusted Gary the Prophet before Panam. Because of so many details CDPR gave her, I HC Panam as a latent bisexual. Looking at you in particular, eyebrow “scar”. After her flirting and eventual rejection of V, Panam grows jealous when she starts dating Judy, not that V noticed or Panam understood the source of her feelings. Fast forward to V dating Rosalind and Panam is upset again, and this time blaming it on V not sharing the details, but once again it's simple jealousy. Maybe one day she'll figure it out. 🤷

As for Judy, in this universe they date casually, but V is still enamored with Rosalind, and that makes Judy's red flags (and youth) a little... easier to notice. She's wary because of everything that happened with Evelyn, and how quickly Judy shifted that affection to V. At the same time she does care for Judy and happiness is fleeting in Night City, so why not spend time the cute and sweet techie?

I bet Judy gives the best hugs.

After the events of Mikoshi, Judy leaves town but they remain friends. When she hears the rumors about her relationship with Rosalind she calls V up on the holo and interrogates her. She remembers that V was evasive when answering questions about the gig, to the point that she didn't really believe it happened, and with the latest news she started putting everything together and wants to know all the detes.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077edit #rosalind myers #president rosalind myers #madam president #valerie vermilion #streetkid!val #myers x v #myers x fem v #wlw ship #milfguard #aka president's merc au #rosalind thoughts #val things #val lore #my screens #mods i made #thank you for the question!!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

#73 for S4 TWDG characters please and can you make the reader the older kids lover please? Thank you and sorry if my english is bad. Im still learning😅

(Hey! #73 is only platonic writing for them. Thank you for requesting though and your English is good! Anyways, Enjoy!)

Protecting AJ, Tenn & Willy

AJ always knew that if Clem didn’t let him do something, always ask you

You let him but Clem would always shake her head and scold you

Didn’t mean you stopped

You and AJ always got into trouble with the other

Both little partners in crime

AJ also when he was scared, not that he would admit it, would go to you

AJ felt safe with you and the addition of Clem

You had always been there with him and for him

He didn’t know what it would be like without either of you

And he never wanted to find out what it was like

You and Clem were the only people he would ever need, except for Tenn

Tenn was his other friend who he also was best friends with the best

Idk 

AJ could do whatever the heck even if it was bad and hide behind you

You seemed sweet but were scary when someone messed with him

AJ would just hide behind you and let you work your magic

If anyone was ever mean to him, oh god

They just see you standing behind them with a glare

AJ is never messed with by them again

You were also very protective

You had seen AJ grow up and still thought of him as a little kid

Which he was

But AJ liked protecting you and Clem

He claimed you didn’t need to worry about him but how can you not?!

Anyways, AJ does appreciate you a lot though

He can always rely on you!

Tenn

With the addition of you, Minnie and Sophie

Tenn basically had an entire bodyguard team

But things did change after he was told Sophie and Minnie “Died”

He always stuck to you

Always by your side at dinner, doing chores and whatever else

He didn’t like being away from your side

Plus, he felt safer around you

Tenn was picked on when younger when the school was still a school

With teachers and the headmaster and even other kids

Before the others and him were left to rot

But when he was picked on you found out

And had a word with the kids

Tenn never found out exactly what you did but he saw the kids come into class scraped up

They then apologized to him, surprisingly

Tenn knew it was your work and thanked you

You were also Tenn’s favorite since you taught him a lot and gave him color pencils and crayons

Whenever Tenn was in trouble he went to you

Because you would always help him with whatever he needed and he relief on you

For as long as he knew, at the school you were always the protector

He was grateful for that since he was smaller, quiet and often afraid to speak to other kids before

He learned that all he needed was you, Minnie and Sophie

He was all set for whatever he needed

As long as you were there

Willy

Willy’s a little weirdo we all know this

You didn’t think so and neither did Mitch

You both protected the boy since he was younger and sent there for…his reasons

He stuck to you both like glue because he had no one else

Like AJ, when he got in trouble or messed with other kids he ran to you and Mitch

He often hid behind you guys as you dealt with it and he would sometimes stick his tongue out at the others

(He always did)

He was always smug he had too older friends who would protect him

Whenever he had trouble with school or practically anything he ran to you

You helped him always and all was always well!

When someone had the audacity to yell at him he was always smiling

Wanna know why?

Because he always knew you were standing right behind him with a glare hard enough even the badder kids would freeze from

Willy was never messed with and held his head high when walking with you and Mitch

He was well protected and he knew, and took advantage of it

When the world ended he remembered just being with you and Mitch

A Walker got in and tried to get him

All he remembered was you pushed him behind you as Mitch grabbed him

He just knew that you were gonna take care of it

And you did

That's why he always stuck by you and Mitch

Because you both always would be there

And you only eventually, because Mitch sadly died 

Even then Willy ran too you

You were the only one he really had left

And Willy knew that you would always be there for him

Whenever and wherever he needed you

#twdg imagine #twdg x reader #the walkig dead game season four #the walking dead game #the walking dead game headcanons #the walking dead game season 4 #the walking dead game x reader #twdg tenn #twdg willy #twdg aj #aj twdg #tenn twdg #willy twdg

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

So I have the day off today, and I marked the entirety of it down to watch Red, White, and Royal Blue. This was a good decision as I've had to pause three times and I'm 3 min and 40 seconds into the movie. I just get so

and I have to stop and calm down. So I'm blogging when I have to pause.

Such a fanfic set up - Enemies to Lovers, royalty AU, slow burn, 400k.

I'm at the after-wedding party and the cake is SO BIG I KNOW WHATS COMING I CAAAAAN'T

IT'S LOOMING LIKE ITS READY TO ATTACK

ALEX IS DRUNK ALEX STOP ALEX YOU ARE AT A WORK FUNCTION AAAAALEEEEEEXXXXX

OH NO OH NOOO DRUNK!ALEX HAS SPOTTED HIS NEMESIS HARRY IN FRONT OF THE FERAL CAKE

The cake has chosen a victim. To be fair, Alex attacked it first, so I can't blame the cake…

This is the funniest face, I don't know why but I can't stop laughing at Alex's reaction to icing. You'd think it was cum

THE CAKE HAS ATTAAAAAACKED . Alex FAFOd. RIP Alex.

I love how this whole thing is basically Alex's fault, but the crown prince blames Henry. Family tension, yay!

I also love how Alex is called on the carpet in the oval office and it's ALL WOMEN IN THERE. He's cracking jokes, and they're talking trade negotiations and polling numbers around him.

Zahra is my favorite person ever. GET HIM!

Ok, Alex, sweetheart, honey, you are FIXATED on Henry being 6'2''…. do you have a, shall we say, issue? "Making it was one of the most depressing moments of my career - and I once saw Mitch McConnell eating a banana." Thank you for your service, ma'am.

Smile, boys. I SAID SMILE.

"Alex has very strong opinions. And he shares them. Loudly." 🤣 He's just American, Henry. 🤣🤣🤣 This is our Get-Along-Press Conference.

OK, so my friend who is also watching says her first unbelievable moment was the wedding gown without sleeves. I don't know enough about fashion or royalty to argue, but MY first unbelievable moment is shots fired at a hospital and they're NOT in the US? DOUBT.

Active shooter and Henry is more focused on how Alex smells and why Alex doesn't like him. "Makes sense." "What do you mean by THAT?" "It means you have good taste, Alex."

Oh wow, Henry is showing some emotional intelligence here.

Nevermind, I take it back. Henry! Don't be a douche! Ok, I take it back take it back. Thanks for being vulnerable, Henry.

Fireworks. OK, that makes more sense.

I also love Alex's bodyguard.

"Kill me and I won't have to go." Hey writers, this is more relatable than making him talk about how expensive the cake is. Same, Henry, same.

My god, Alex's eyelashes are insane. Why. Why does he need those? To flirt with men?? Oh wait, yeah, I guess he does.

Oh my god, they actually POINTED OUT HIS EYELASHES. This movie was made for me. Is that guy flirting? Back off, man!

Henry is an amazing texter. I love the way they fit social media into the movie format.

Can I have another two or three hours of them just hanging out and snarking at each other please? kthx.

Alex's NYE party - is this the first time Henry has been underdressed for an event? *gasp* the mutual "oh no he's hot" moment.

aaaand already Henry has been bit by the little green monster. Pugsley. That was fast.

EEEEEE the kiss. Alex is like, I'm not touching I'm not touching I'mnottouchingIswear.

"The first fifty rows of a Gaga concert." 🤣🤣🤣 The women in the movie are On Fire.

"He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football" WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?????

"He can't ignore me all night. Can he?" Oh honey....

LUNCH BREAK - I started this at 8:30 am, it is now 11:30. I am 37:45 into this movie. 🤣

Why is Miguel coming off as skeezy to me? I want him to go awa-ALEX, your literal prince has ariiiiived.

Henry, sweetheart, you are not fooling anyone.

Damn Alex, *fans self* So... this was the "fade to black" of a sex scene. I mean, I wasn't expecting this movie to be subtle, but c'mon!

Henry: I just don't want you to fall in love with me. Me: How's that clown makeup feel?

Well now I gotta know. How many/which famous men have you shagged. Henry? Henry, COME BACK HERE!

"I'm so not playing this cool right now." Don't worry Alex, you guys are dork4dork.

I KNEW MIGUEL WAS A SCUMBAG

Ugh, Dickbag alert! Ah, jealolus dickbag alert!

Alex!! You've broken Zahra!! Zahra my loooooveee!! Put these boys in their place! That ENTIRE scene was AMAZING. This movie was worth it just for that.

HAHAHAHAH they didn't even get through the whole gag set up "I'm definitely not doing karao-*singing karaoke*

It's taking me forever to get through the floating dock/Alex confession scene. The whole "rope attached to my chest" is real Jane Eyre vibes. Henry, you need to say something. Communication is key, my dude. Or drown yourself, that's valid.

Oh you are NOT just sneaking out. No. I forbid it. Ugh, men.

"What happened in Texas?" "I ended things with Alex" NO YOU FUCKING WELL DIDN'T, YOU DICK.

Of course there's thunder for the big romantic confrontation scene. It has to be raining! For reasons!

oh, that is some grade-A projection there, Henry.

Mr never had a key has a key....

Damn, Alex, you have game.

"When they write the history of my life I want it to include you" Damn, Henry, you have game, too.

Ok, the most unrealistic thing in this movie - these motherfuckers don't move in their sleep??! The covers are always immaculate when they wake up. FAKE. FALSE. THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN.

DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE

Zahra is so done. Go ahead, Zahra, smack him with a pillow again, I know you want to. You've earned it! "mooning over the prince like a cow in labor" 🤣🤣🤣 Marry me, Zahra!!

Stephen Fry playing a homophobe?? He really stretched his acting chops for that. "Take the American with you." Thanks gramps.

Do you think anyone noticed??

Final tally: It took me 5 hours to watch this, not including the hour lunch break.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #my gifs #my memes #rwrb memes #prince henry rwrb #alex claremont diaz #alex x henry #this got way longer than I thought it would

[ohwowimlonley]

Omg can u do a bodyguard! Mitch Rapp moodboard? Xx

YES OF FUCKING COURSE I CAN BC I LOVE HIM AND I LOVE TORTURING @amesstilinski

#•megs smutty daydreams• #Moodboards #mitch rapp #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp x fem!reader #mitch rapp moodboard #american assassin #American assassin x reader #mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp fluff #mitch rapp fanfiction #dylan o'brian gifs #dylan o'brian icons #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien moodboard #dylan o'brien

[tinyhrry]

Can you do some sort of Instagram Au with whoever face cannon you would like for y/n and showing Instagrams that y/n would post while Harry is sick and she’s taking care of him on tour? That would be soooo cute and I would love!! :)) thank you!

INSTAGRAM BLURB

note: y/n/n = your nickname, y/l/n = your last name | navigation

model!yn & singer!harry

fc : jennie kim

hope u like it anon <3

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harryupdates harry’s tour bus has arrived at the venue!!!

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harryfan1 Can you imagine seeing him get off the bus all tired and cuddly because just the thought makes me melt 🥺🥺🥺

harryfan2 AAAAAAHHHHHHH he’s in there probably reading or sleeping 😣

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ynupdates yn was spotted walking to the venue harry is performing at tonight !!

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ynfan1 BABY😭

harryfan1 she’s so adorable look at her smileeeeee 🥹

ynfan2 she was so sweet and she looked so happy! i gave her the funko pop toy and she loved it 💞💞

ynfan3 omg i’m so happy for u 😭😭😭😭 was she alone?

ynfan2 yeah she was alone with a bodyguard, she said harry’s in the tour bus sleeping because he’s not feeling well so she wants him to get all the rest he can before the show 😕

harryfan4 HARRY IS SICK ?!

ynfan5 i’m so excited to see her outfit today

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jefezoff cuddles before show.

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harryfan4 SHUT UPDF

ynfan8 ok jeff i know i’m single.

harryfan11 THEY ARE CUDDLING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

annetwist lovely picture!

mitchrowland sarah and i are cuter

yourinstagram i second this

harrystyles Heyyyyyyyyyy

yourinstagram I MEANT no, baby we are definitely cuter (sorry mitch he won’t drink his lemon water if i didn’t say it.)

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harryupdates harry with the flowers a fan threw on stage !!!!

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harryfan2 the fans gave him flowers because he was sick and wanted to make him happier omg 😭💞💗🌹

harryfan7 and then he said “thank you for these lovely flowers, my girlfriend made me drink lemon water with honey before show so i’m feeling a lot better now thank you” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ynfan5 THEY ARE SO CUTE

harryfan4 my princess

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harryfan9 “i might be a pain in the ass when i’m sick but you love me, sooooo” I LOVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SOMUCHH 😣😣😣🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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harryfan3 WHAT

harryfan2 DID HE SAY THAT

ynfan2 YES he said it when he was walking backstage with yn after the show and someone heard them bantering 😫😫😫

ynfan6 MY PARENTS

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y/n/nstyles ure cute and all but i’m trying to read my book and ur cute face is distracting me.

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hariboy/l/n you should’ve cuddled me instead, i’m more interesting 🤨

y/n/nstyles no.

mitcheetos this does not make you guys cuter than me and sarah.

hariboy/l/n boo you whore

hariboy/l/n and ANSWER MY TEXT MITCH ROWLAND.

y/n/nstyles harry you’re not sick anymore now i can openly admit that sarah and mitch are cuter 🤷🏽‍♀️

ynmom can’t wait to see you and H tomorrow 💗 miss seeing you on stage @hariboy/l/n 🥰

hariboy/l/n seeeeee you tomorrow mom gonna give you the biggest hug

y/n/nstyles love you mama❤️

#harry styles #harry styles masterlist #harry styles coachella #harry styles fluf #harry styles imagine #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles au #harry styles blurb

[rosietrace]

Heyo Elosie 😊

Can I request interaction of Mitch with anyone or Felicitas? Thank u pookieee😊😊

PLS ELOSIE.... But of course, pookie 😈

Much like with Jas' ask, I'll be making a separate post for Felicitas!

Camilla Marigold — Thoughts on Mitch Reiss

Character Featured: Camilla Marigold

Mentioned: Mitch Reiss, Neige LeBlanche

Pairing: Camilla Marigold x Mitch Reiss

Warning(s): Cami /j, she just can't admit that she's attracted to him gdi, Mitch having to put up with her shenanigans, I'll finish their oneshot… Eventually /j, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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“He’s attractive, I'll give him that…. What?? You'd say the same thing if you saw him! Ugh, shut up, I'm not attracted to him, and I'm not desperate!! Now- Uhh- Have you seen him anywhere, I haven't seen him since before lunch-”

— Camilla Marigold

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ She's so intrigued by him, it's not even funny. Like, it can get fucking concerning how intrigued she is by this guy, like damn girl, what did he do-?

➜ Camilla's probably that one walking annoyance in Mitch's life /j, too bad he can't get rid of her!

➜ He doesn't really approve of her gossiping tendencies, but unfortunately, it's a part of Camilla that he can't really change. So, really, all Mitch has to do is to put up with it.

➜ It honestly surprised Camilla that he's (eventually) so protective over her well-being! She reminds him that she's capable of taking care of herself, but apparently, Mitch isn't easily swayed by her words.

➜ No matter how good Cami is at concealing how she really feels about Mitch, her serpents can't. They're practically nagging at her to talk to Mitch whenever he's within a 5-mile radius, and it annoys the hell out of her.

↳ It definitely doesn't help that some of them openly show affection towards Mitch.

➜ She's never gonna admit it to his face, but Cami envies Neige for having Mitch as a bodyguard. Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, Neige 💀

➜ Mitch tended to keep Camilla at arm's length when Neige was with him, at least at first. It annoyed Cami to no end, and it still does.

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ「❃」

「 Interactions 」

❐ They probably met when Mitch found Neige talking with Cami, and immediately figuring out that something was off. Specifically, about how…. Persistent Camilla was being with Neige.

➜ A rough start to their relationship! Mitch learned the hard way that Cami won't be easily persuaded to stop herself from doing what she does. And vice versa.

➜ Neige is thankfully oblivious to Cami's antics, and apparently, ships the two of them together without them knowing /hj

➜ Mitch doesn’t fear Camilla…. At least, not in the way he expected to fear her. And by that, I mean that Cami uses him as her personal target whenever she wants to put some new ‘babies’ (read: guns) to the test. Mitch just has to deal with it, ig.

➜ Much like Cami to him, Mitch isn't gonna admit that he finds her attractive. He doesn't know why, but he can't shake off an unusual feeling he gets when Camilla is close by.

➜ Hates her singing voice. And I can't blame him.

➜ Mitch is willing to give her the benefit of the doubt once they grow closer, but…. As mentioned before, he already knows he shouldn't expect much results from that.

➜ He wants to observe more of her, see what she's actually like behind that overly confident and manipulative mask of hers. To see how truly vulnerable she is, before he regrets things he'll never be able to change.

➜ …. It'll take a while for that to happen, though. Much like how it'll take just as — if not longer — for Camilla to confess to him.

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #mutuals <3 #twst ocs #mutuals ask #mutuals asks #mitch reiss #camilla marigold #『 camilla 🐍 』 #「🌹」 oc interactions #oc asks! #asks!

[semicolonsspace]

Y'all YA MIGHT JUST START BARKING FOR THE SMUT IM WRITING

I'LL POST THE LINK HERE WHEN I POST IT😘

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/semicolonsspace/735640124455534592/dark-bodyguard-mitch-rapp

#dylan o'brien #mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp #american assassin #mitch rapp x reader smut #mitch rapp x reader #Bodyguard!mitch rapp #Bodyguard! Mitch rapp

[harlowhockeystick]

wait blurb weekend can we get a first time that singer!reader & willy meet with “i just wanted to say you’re really pretty” from the prompt list?? very soft and shy vibes. like i feel like he'd be a little starstruck the first time idekkkkk

blurb weekend, every weekend

contians: willy being starstruck, shy willy

bye this gif gives me butterflies

"dude, just go up to her." morgan pushed his friend in the direction of the world famous superstar, giggling at his hesitation. "i don't see any bodyguards around her, i think you'll be okay."

"yeah just at least go say hi, it'll be much better than staring hole in her back." mitch added before finishing off his drink and setting it down on the table.

william pursed his lips together, twisting his fingers around each other as his mind, along with his heart, was racing a mile a minute. he had his eyes on her the minute he noticed she was there. he was studying her, watching every move she made. he paid close attention as she cocked her head to the side when she laughed, how she drummed her fingers on the table when listening to what her friends had to say.

"come on man, it's not like she's the taylor swift of toronto, like she doesn't have a song coming out with justin in a couple weeks." mitch's comments wasn't helping william, "if you don't talk to her i will."

"okay okay, i'll go, geez." william, in all honesty, didn't care how obvious his crush for y/n was. he had at least three of her songs on every playlist he had, he had one of her vinyl's purchased and set along with the other records. sure, yeah, whatever, he was in love with y/n and he didn't care who knew.

he took a deep sigh to help with confidence, also a shot of tequila, then walked through the crowd of people in the popular bar of toronto towards y/n. he looked around her for any guy that looked like a bodyguard (so that meant anyone bigger than him within ten feet of her) and once again he didn't spot one.

when he was just a few steps from her, she turned around and made eye contact with him. she immediately recognized him and gasped, "william nylander! oh, what's up?" she gave him a smile- the most gorgeous one he's ever seen, and engulfed him in a hug.

she smells great, like coconut and some sort of citrus. the skin on her exposed back was soft too, oh and her hair was softer than the silk sheets he sleeps on. "i was at the game last night, that was a great goal you had."

he nodded his head, his mouth open just a little bit as he tried to gather himself to talk. to even mumble a word, but he was just so dumbfounded. he felt like the little freshman in high school when the senior captain of the cheer squad turns around to talk to him. shy. small. starstruck.

"i just...wanted to say you're really pretty." he is sure that his cheeks are ten shades deeper than before. his hands are extremely clammy, his tongue began to feel dry. why in the world was that the first thing he ever said to her? he's sure that he's embarrassed himself. he knows he embarrassed himself. might as well trip on his way back to the guys he's such a fool.

"oh, thank you! you're too kind," she laid a hand on his shoulder and he felt like he was going to explode. explode into a thousand pieces, die a happy man, melt into the floor, or all three at once. the feeling of being a shy little freshman began to grow now more than ever. "hey can i get a pic with you? not every day i meet one of the hottest stars in town."

"i should be saying the same about you, considering you're the grammy winner." she giggled and grabbed her phone, flattered by william's sweet commentary. she snaps a picture and she stares at it for a few seconds, admiring his features before turning her phone off. "can you send that to me?"

they exchanged numbers and she sent the photo his way. small talk began, once william found the courage and confidence to speak more than ten words to her at once. he found out, that even though she is quite the star, she's easy to talk to. and he fell even more in love.

from that point on the obsession grew. when they said their goodbyes and he went back to his friends, she stayed with hers, he still kept an eye on her from across the bar. he paid little to no attention to what the guys had to say because he was too focused on y/n chatting with the people around her.

y/n: hey! i enjoyed getting to meet you tonight, you seem like a sweet guy

the text lit up his phone once he had the covers pulled around his shoulders and had his lights dimmed. he read it over and over, a smile forming on his lips as he felt like that same giddy little freshman again.

me too, i hope i didn't bore you out too much lol

y/n: oh not at all. i'd like to meet up with you again if you're up for it

i can get you tickets to our next home game, however many you want. we can go out to dinner after

i'd love that :)

alright, i'll send you the tickets in the morning

william laid his phone back on his nightstand. he rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling as that same boyish smile crawled on his lips. damn, he thought, i'm gonna go out with a grammy winner.

#my asks #j's writing #singer!reader #william nylander #william nylander imagine #william nylander x reader #william nylander blurb #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #scheduled

[danganronpafan777]

Yuri,Kanata,Teruya having a crush on someone who much shorter then them who the Ultimate Puppetmaker or Doll maker and even looks like a doll or puppet themselves due to dressing up like one

Here you go! Yuri Kagarin:  If you're a girl,

"Вау, какая красота! I must be dreaming~!"

Love at first sight

He would waste no time going right up to you and admiring your beauty

He loves the way you dress and would gladly buy you more fabric for yourself or your dolls

He loves the fact that he's actually taller than someone and would die to give you a piggyback ride

Buys himself a personal collection of your dolls since his family is rich and would fund your work so hard-

Unless you directly tell him to go away, he will basically be your best friend/personal bodyguard "Y/n darling, I love you means you're never ever getting rid of me~!"

If anyone makes fun of your clothes or height, even a girl, his face would darken and his eyes would pull a Nagito

If you want literally anything, this man would get it for you, if you made a doll of him, he would treasure it forever

If you're a boy,

"....Что это, черт возьми?"

Stays away from you for a while, basically acting as if you're Chucky or something

He's be in complete denial of his feelings for you

The idea that he likes a guy is just disgusting to him

Then he spends more time with you, and realizes you might not be so degenerate after all

It would take a long time of him watching you from afar, and the girls would notice him not flirting much anymore

You are still probably going to have to make the first move, but until then, he'll....tolerate you.

Kanata Inori:

She is very surprised to find someone that is actually shorter than her 

She compliments your outfit and the two of you become friends almost immediately 

Without realizing it, she finds herself calling you by your first name

Kakeru and Kinji pick up on it and try to help you gain the confidence to confess to you, after all she's done for them

She would also blush if you made a surgeon themed doll or a doll of her

She would secretly cuddle it after her late shifts at the hospital, but would never tell you

Teruya Otori: He thought you were a doll when he first saw you

"Is that a doll? Oh! This could be worth a fortune!"

"Hi."

"WHA-"

Little did he know that this "doll" would soon be priceless to him 

He would offer to invest in and help you sell your dolls, and would also make rainbow and other themed outfits for them

Haruhiko, Satsuki, Kiyoka, Yamato and Mitch already know, and purposefully put you guys alone together for group projects or through ditching group get togethers last minute

He would blush anytime he was near you, and if you made a doll for or of him, his entire face would go red before he gets the biggest and dorkiest smile

"T-Thank ya! Thankyasomuch!!"

He's already planning his confession, when he'll give you fabric and you'll find a note inside,

"I think you're really cute, and I really like your dolls! Not as much as I like you! Will you go out with me?"

(Plot twist: It was one of your classmates who put the note in there-)

#teruya otori #kanata inori #yuri kagarin #dra x reader #sdra2 #sdra2 x reader

[authoruio]

A regressor who pushes himself to test the limits. Mindful of the mistakes he knows he makes.

A regretful person who won't hesitate to die for something and retry for another test and trial.

Name: Mitch Reiss (Shin Mitch/신미치 He rarely uses both of his last name but he sticks to his fathers name; Reiss)

Nicknames: The Sword of Change, Regretful Regressor, Protector

Other nicknames: Mitch-nim, Team Leader-nim (JiUiRen), Idiotic Regressor (UiO), Annoying/Cold Leader (Miren), Mitchy (Neige), Purrtector (Chenya), Chevalier du roi Neige/Knight of King Neige (Rook),

Relatives: Shin Mista (sister)

Species: Human (Regressor)

An impassive man that contrast Jiyoon's laidback personality. A person ready to sacrifice anything for the sake of peace and the other people's safety, may it be his own life or the wellbeing of his immortal companion. He has a sharp tongue ready to scrutinize any mistakes or any details he finds unjust.

While he always has his guard up, getting pass his unpleasant personality, you'll find a leader who worries for your sake. He may not show it, but his gestures of simplicity can reveal his caring nature.

Hobby: Reading, Sparring

Dorm in RSA: Wouldn't disclose, seems to be in the same dorm with Neige LeBlanche

Best subject: History of Magic, PE

Worst subject: Alchemy

Club: Fencing club

Favorite food: Spicy Foods, Tteokbokki, Takoyaki

Least favorite food: overly sweet, too much salt, anything that UiO cooked

Unique (world) magic/s

"Back once again" regression

Dying lets him turn back time to any specific way he wants. People affected by time (Immortal, Transmigrator, etc) can retain their memories whenever Mitch turns back time, the others, forgetting what has happened and only remembering what they are seeing in the present.

So far he has not died in Twisted Wonderland.

REGRESSION NUMBER;; UNKNOWN

"A way to turn back"

Slashing in specific weak spot can return any abnormalities to normal, he can use it to living beings promptly making them pass out. His power significantly drains a lot of energy and a wrong slash can drain a lot than usual.

Thankfully, he has not accidentally used his power on others.

Original World: A world full of chaos. Now can't go back since the medium, UiO, is with them.

Original Worlds Alias: The monstrous sword of the prince, Cold Hero, the Witch's accomplice, The Red Traitor

--Additional Info!--

Mitch somehow finds his way to Night Raven College and usually stays at the Ramshackle to either cool off or to observe the wellbeing of the five.

He question Jiyoon why she still haven't cut ties with Vil Schoenheit after the VDC incident, he guesses that it's because related to "envy".

Him and Miren are getting along, albeit very slowly.

If he was being honest, he sees himself way more fit in NRC rather than the goodie-two-shoes RSA.

He became Neiges bodyguard after the stunt Vil pulled in VDC.

He always carry a sword to be ready in any situation needed.

The only thing Mitch likes about Miren is how good of a cook he is.

Logs that can be found:

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"Change is part of life. I guess that means well that I cannot deny it."

#twisted wonderland #twsted wonderland #twst oc #rsa oc #regressor mitch #◦❧ ui arts

[teamfreewill2pointo]

How did clif get involved with Jensen and Jared? What’s his story? And is his brother Mitch also working for them?

He talked about it on the Supernatural Then and Now podcast. He was an actor who was also hired as a driver. After that, he became friends with both of the Js, and he acts like a bodyguard/assistant for them.

I don't think Mitch ever worked for them, but I don't know. I honestly don't pay too much attention to Clif or Mitch.

#clif kosterman

[aggravateddurian]

THE ALPHA BITCH OF DOGTOWN!!!!

The Alpha Bitch of Dogtown is an AU following Vega (my go-to FemV) after she becomes the leader of BARGHEST. Given that it's Vega, it technically is a branch of the Chorus AU.

Full detail below the cut:

Vega reaches these lofty heights by betraying the FIA and helping Hansen secure his power in Dogtown. She proves her loyalty to the cause by killing Alex and Reed.

In return, Vega gets the Neural Matrix from Hansen, but because BARGHEST don't know how it works, V decides to get Alt to help her with it, so Hansen, Bennett and V, as well as a team of Hansen's most elite soldiers, strike Arasaka tower to get an ailing V to Mikoshi. Hansen is killed by Adam Smasher.

His dying command to Bennett is that V will become his successor. In his words, 'She has the drive.' Alt separates Johnny (who is fucking pissed that V would side with Hansen, even if it is against the NUSA) from V and reluctantly assists V in activating the neural matrix, but tells her that she will need to undergo a long medical procedure in meatspace to be cured.

BARGHEST fakes V's death and Bennett takes her to Hansen's favourite Black Clinic in Novosibirsk, USSR. Bennett proves smarter than he looks, and more deceitful, boldly lying to all of V's friends, as well as Judy, that V's dead, resulting in Bennett taking a frying pan to the face (it's a canon event, this happens to Panam and Mitch in Chorus as well).

After two years in a therapeutic coma, she wakes up and is ready to go to work. She has new plans for Dogtown, ones that won't be popular with the many thugs and bullies that populate BARGHEST. V wants to make Dogtown a liveable place. She wants to make it a paradise, not just for the rich and famous who come to visit the Black Sapphire.

A new vision for Dogtown. If people don't like it, they can leave, either by their own volition, or in a bodybag. She is aided in this task by Dorian Bautista, a former Militech agent who shares V's vision for Dogtown and Night City. He commands an elite platoon of handpicked bodyguards, known as Bandog Platoon, who assist V in achieving her goal of a peaceful Dogtown by clearing it of Scavs, FIA agents and BARGHEST traitors who oppose V's changes to their regime.

It is not going to be sunshine and rainbows, and if there is going to be a happy ending, it's going to be dampened by the bitterness of loss and defeat. But Dogtown isn't Night City, Vega's determined to make it so that in Dogtown, there can be happy endings... for everyone.

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Mitch *again cuz I'm in love w him*, bodyguard, angst + fluff, New York, female in early twenties

OKK more than 500 but it is what it is

Love the bodyguard!mitch idea, ty so much anon!!��hopefully u like

You tried not to look at him, but at some point during the gentle and at times violent rocking motions of the subway ride from uptown to lower Manhattan your gaze drifted over to his hulking figure. He stood a few seats down from you, leaned against the interior wall somewhat obscured by a group of teenagers laughing amongst themselves and trading phones. He pretended to find great interest in one of the ads printed across the opposite wall, giving you the perfect angle of his strong facial features, only softened by his sloping, slightly upturned nose, and wispy dark locks. His almond-shaped brown eyes shifted to you just as you turned away, but you knew he had caught you staring.

"You don't have to follow me every step of the way, you know," you said after you two had gotten off at Canal street, headed to Chinatown. He'd been a few steps behind you, but you halted suddenly, letting him catch up. His jaw tensed. "You think I enjoy being a glorified babysitter? Newsflash, I don't. But the pay is good. If I knew I'd be dealing with such a spoiled princess I would've thought twice."

"Then go," you blurted angrily, mostly out of hurt. "Give me a few hours to myself, I promise not to tell Daddy. You'll still earn your money and we'll both get a much needed break. How about that?"

He opened and shut his mouth, swallowing any initial objection. He looked to be considering your offer. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll be waiting back at Spring stre-"

"No need. I can find my way back home, thanks," you snapped. And with that, you turned on your heel, focusing more on getting away than on where you were going; all the while, feeling a burning gaze on your retreating back.

Not even fifteen minutes later you were starting to regret your decision. You'd planned to go to a restaurant recommended to you by a friend, and after that, your favorite hidden gem of a bookstore. Unfortunately, your phone had died, and you didn't remember the way. It also didnt help that you were, admittedly, directionally challenged. And usually, Mitch remembered where to go for the two of you, so you hadn't ever bothered to memorize the directions (you would never admit he was right, though.) After getting turned around enough times, you realized you were far beyond the main road and didn't recognize where you were in the slightest, or how to get back. It had also, in great cosmic justice, began to rain hard.

“Great, just great!”

As you began to give up hope, a car idled at a slow pace behind you. At first you ignored it, but when it became clear it was following you, you started to get nervous and walk at a faster pace. 

The driver’s window lowered. “Y/n, get in the car,” a familiar low tone ordered. You stilled, but continued walking. 

“Come on, y/n, don’t be stupid,” Mitch growled, impatient. “It’s freezing and I know you dont know where the hell you’re going. Just do us both a favor and get in the damn car!” 

“No!” You yelled, feeling a sudden burst of anger returning even as a slight chill wracked your body. 

“Why the hell not?” 

“Because. I’m a spoiled princess, remember? I don’t listen.” 

“Y/n,” he paused, and you knew without looking back that he was gazing upward as if channeling patience from a higher power, as he often did around you. “I’m sorry OK? I shouldn’t have said those things to you. You don’t deserve it.” 

You slowed your pace, eventually stopping. “Then why’d you say it?”

“You know why, y/n. I get in moods and sometimes... sometimes take it out on other people.” 

“So I’m not spoiled and annoying?” 

He let out a dry laugh. “No, you’re not. Well, not most of the time, anyway,” he teased, making you turn to him with a raised brow. 

“Everyone’s a little annoying, including me. I’m usually worse.” 

“No, you’re not. You’re fun to be around, most of the time,” you teased back. “You make me laugh and you’re actually honest with me,” you said seriously, “I’ve never had that in a friend before.” It was true. Most of your friends were either superficial or after your parents money. 

Mitch watched you with an undecipherable expression on his face. “Get in the car, y/n,” he repeated, still in an authoritative tone but softer. “Please?” 

You did as he asked this time, sitting up front instead of in the backseat as you normally would have. He pulled onto the road. “Where are we going?” You asked as you saw the sign and its accompanying exit for ‘uptown’ pass by. “Thought we’d try that new place,” Mitch replied, citing the one you endeavored to go to earlier. “And then to the bookstore,” you added in question. 

He answered with a rare smile.  

#Mitch Rapp x reader #americanassassin #drabble #requested #angst #fluff #dylanobrien