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anonymous asked:

I keep seeing theories that touka is going to die in the upcoming arc or that she has alot of deathflags from the recent chapters. And I am starting to get worried I mean I don't think ishida would bring her back as a main character only to kill her off. what do you think.

Deathflags crystal methflags. Yoshimura had flags sticking out of his eyeballs in the original Anteiku Raid arc and he’s still alive. Yomo had them in the Cochlea Arc, Takizawa had them in the Siege Arc. All daijoubu. Touka has the additional asset of being a female deuteragonist and lemme tell you, that kind of character is incredibly resistant to death. They have a better survival record than male protagonists. I know ‘cuz they’re usually my favourites and it affords me a smug grin when friends complain about how their faves always die. 

She’s going to be…well, not fine, but she’s going to live. Their reasoning rests on the belief that the series is a tragedy because of Kaneki’s closing monologue in the first chapter of the original series. Since Touka makes Kaneki happy, for a tragic end she has to be removed. Imo, they’re half-right: Tokyo Ghoul, the original series, was, indeed, a tragedy. But :re is a different series altogether, and its opening narration explicitly states that it occurs next to the tragedy, i.e. after it - not during it.

The multifaceted title :re suggests both the coffee shop and the birth of a king, but it also indicates a second chance, like a replay or a rewind. :re is Kaneki being given the chance to escape his tragedy by the author by transplanting him into a story of a different genre. He constantly teeters on the edge of tragedy, but I firmly believe he will break away from it - otherwise why would Ishida have brought Kaneki back to life in the first place?

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nonnie requested: 22. “Come over here and make me.” With Barry??

A/N: Oops, I made reader’s parents assholes. Sorry this was slightly based off my story with kurtbastian but with some minor changes here and there. I hope it’s not too bad but I apologize again for making your parents assholes if they are actually nice people. And the prompt isn’t directed to Barry as the idea was scraped since I was not a fan so. I’ve had to rewrite this whole thing since I forgot to save it and tablet froze up so meh. Please don’t be mad that it’s late. YN/N is your nickname if you forgot and feel free to tell me if you’d like another part. I might make this just a three part series though. Ships are closed for the time being and requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

 

                     Relationship(s): Barry Allen/Reader (dating), Team Flash & Reader (friendship)

You almost winced from how hard you were biting your lip as your phone that rang and flashed on the screen titled, ‘Mother & Father’ as you tried to ignore it. However everyone else was looking at you with odd glances since you weren’t usually in a dreadful mood but yet again they didn’t really know much of your history with your family. That’s why you moved to Central City as in to get away from Albany, New York and them since well, you shared a common trait with Julian. You came from an old money American family whom thought that they were much better than anyone who was below anything of high class. You could have anything you wish for as a child however, all you really wanted was to be like other kids.

To not have violin lessons to learning how to be a proper lady at the dinner table and know which spoon is your normal one and the soup one when they looked almost identical. Not to mention they also made sure you went to a private school with paid tuition, needless to say you didn’t have a normal childhood.

“Um, hey YN/N? Are you going to answer that?” Cisco asks as he gestures toward your phone that was on the smooth white surface that began ringing once again. You always preferred YN/N over your full name of Y/N so you always asked to be called YN/N instead no matter where you went. “I mean it is your parents that you don’t really wanna talk about for some reason but shouldn’t you answer? Not to be rude or anything.” He adds quickly from the glare you were giving him before you letting out a sigh. Cisco wasn’t doing anything wrong obviously, just trying to be kind of nice with the off putting ringing phone that seemed to never end.

“I’ll be right back guys.” You say as you went to grab your phone while moving out in the hallway, with it still ringing in your hands. Your parents are probably far more than pissed since you’ve missed three calls according to your notifications, sighing slightly of regret already when your finger clicked the green answer button. Pinching the bridge of your nose as you opened your mouth to speak but your mother cut you off about how important news she had to bring to you. While you were listening to your nagging mother of the news, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

You were usually in high spirits since you’ve become such good friends with all of Team Flash including Barry whom was the Flash but yet again, he was boyfriend for almost a good year. The burnet male had asked about your family multiple times but you always managed to change topics before it got too deep in the conversation. And what was going to come out his mouth might be his biggest or greatest mistake as he opened to speak while his arms crossed his chest with a glance at Cisco. “Hey Cisco? Could you maybe, I don’t know, look up YN/N’s file? I feel like there’s something she’s not telling us.”

The blond looked at Barry like he was insane or something as he narrowed his eyes, “Barry I understand you might be concerned for Ms. YN/N’s sake but isn’t it a bit like invasion of her privacy? She can tell us when the moment is right instead of hacking into her personal file on record.” Julian says before taking a glance at Cisco who made the face of something he wasn’t supposed to do. “Cisco, really?”

Cisco put his arms up in defense like he didn’t do it before settling them back down as Julian rubs his forehead. “I know, I know it’s wrong but I’m going with Barry. But there is a reason why YN/N probably doesn’t talk about her past ‘cause it’s similar to you, Julian. I mean, look at this stuff.” He says as he pulls up a hologram of your profile. “I mean YN/N or Y/N L/N is someone from old money. .”

“Graduated with A’s and honors from a private high school that is more than ten thousand per semester? Plus also really killing it in college too. Whoo.” H.R says with his mouth wide open since well, he’s not from this earth and schooling was much different than his. “Wow, that’s uh, er incredible.” He says as everyone looked shocked by all the things that your parents had you do. The only thing that you did want to do was listed on your profile was chorus and drama club since you were rather a fan of the theatre so that’s why you enrolled in college with majors similar in Central City when you moved here about three years ago.

Everyone’s heads snap back at you went your shoes clicked on the hard floor as you were shouting on the phone. “I’m sorry mother but I’m not going to marry this guy named William just because his family is like ours! I’m happy in Central City with my friends and my so called poor class boyfriend whom is named Barry!” There was a pause for a brief moment as you kept looking down, not yet noticing everyone’s reaction to you being angry. “Come over here and make me! There’s no way I’m leaving Central City if you like or not!” You huff as you pressed hang up on your phone before looking up to everyone’s eyes on you before your profile.

Sighing slightly as your rubs your face with your hand as Barry strides over to you. “YN/N, I just wanted to make sure you were okay and not hiding something important to us.” He says softly as he put his arms around you while you just leaned over to his chest. “Please don’t be mad at Cisco, it was all on me. And who is this William guy?” The brown haired male before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“No, it’s fine Barr. I should tell you guys about my life and why I’m so not thrilled with my parents. Um, William is the guy I’m engaged to marry according to my mother and father since both of our families come from old money and we were set to marry when Will and I were young.” You mumble slightly as Barry’s eyes widen from when you said engaged and marry.

“Wait. .e-engaged? To Marry? Since childhood?”

Scorpio Sun - Libra Moon - Scorpio Venus - INFP

You rely a lot on other’s opinions and evaluations of you and this often leads to you having trouble being true to yourself. You tend to adopt the attitude and behaviour your surrounding defined for you rather than deciding who you want to be yourself. The powerful influence of your friends and family could be an advantage when it comes to decision-making but it also prevents you from occupying your mind with matters that solely concern you.  Your personality is a perfect blend of diplomacy and strength of will, so you definitely know in which situations you should be assertive and which circumstances demand open and frank stating of your ideas. Working while maintaining freedom is very important to you, because you best function when your thoughts are not restricted and you can delve into what you really love doing. Added to great creativity and a nature that adores beauty, you possess a strong sense of what is wrong and right which you use to assure that every person receives the same chances and possibilities. For you, knowledge is the key to everything, so you never stop searching and finding, hungry for information, thirsty for explanations, even with the mythical and inexplicable. You never lose a kind of childlike wonder, seeing your world through rose-tinted glasses and with a mind full of dreams and promises. You are never just in one place, never just doing one thing and everything surrounding you bares a fascinating beauty for you. Sometimes you retreat entirely into your imagination, while, at other times, you are fully invested in the real world, trying to change it to the better.  Your ideal relationship can be best described as passionate, deep and consuming. Your partner has to give you their everything in order to be with you: dark secrets, deepest fears or greatest dreams because you truly believe that only complete understanding can bring commitment and deep-reaching emotions. Naturally, it is really hard for you to find the right partner but once you fall in love, there is nothing holding you back. 

-requested by anonymous

This is one of my more popular posts, so revisiting it with some food for thought: Blue didn’t just connect to Lance, she arguably connected to the entire team when the barrier drops- everyone sees that vision of Voltron. But this doesn’t make sense, because Lance and only Lance is Blue’s bonded paladin, and all of Blue’s behavior before and after obviously favors Lance.

This makes me wonder if the scene where Allura seems to be assigning the Lions isn’t actually what’s happening- after all, Allura makes it clear nobody can force those connections and she barely knows these people. Unless Allura has an incredible capacity to read people on short notice that we haven’t really seen otherwise in play, it would seem odd that she’d be so certain about it-

But, explicitly, Coran opens this scene by stating that Allura’s connected to the Lions.

The Lions are also connected to each other.

My thinking? The Lions didn’t look through Allura and choose their paladins then. They chose them before, in Blue’s cavern. Blue found these people, found one that she liked- but found paladins for the others, as well. Which would suggest Blue basically scouted the team out for the other Lions. So what Allura is demonstrating in the scene where she identifies them by name is how in tune she is with the Lions, and able to communicate with all of them without being bonded to a single one. Red’s cold response to Keith was thus pretty clearly trying to test him, because she had chosen him before he was anywhere near Sendak’s ship.

But it also suggests there’s a particular amount of trust in Blue- that all of the other Lions trusted Blue that when she basically telepathically ran up to them like “you’ve got to check this out, look at these guys, they’re exactly what we need” they all obliged- including Black who at that point was trying to walk off an incredible traumatic experience with her last bonded paladin.

And the whole idea that Blue scouted the team gets even more interesting if we consider the only person who knew all the other members of the team?

Was Blue’s paladin. Lance.

Hunk doesn’t seem familiar with Shiro and only knows Keith secondhand through Lance. Pidge doesn’t have any idea who Keith is and vice versa. Shiro doesn’t seem to have had personal experience with any member of the Garrison Trio except possibly Pidge to a degree via his familiarity with the Holts in general.

Lance knew Hunk, because Hunk was his friend. He knew Keith because he specifically wanted to compete with Keith. He knew Pidge because they were paired with the simulator and he wanted to know what Pidge’s deal was. He knew Shiro, because Shiro was his personal hero.

The idea that Blue sort of scouted the entire team is interesting because to a degree, so did Lance, and it would suggest Lance and Blue are alike in both their fascination for, and being a quick study of, other people. 

Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

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Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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Magnus' body language after Alec kissed him and Jace interrupted them was pure gold

When Jace entered Magnus’ loft to find Magnus and Alec still holding (barely, but still) each other, what was Magnus’ first instinct, right after apart his arm from Alec’s body?

He hold himself. Magnus closed his arms around himself, embracing his own body, all while facing Jace. Magnus was protecting himself from Jace. And not because Jace was a threat, but because Magnus was just too vulnerable right then. He just thought that he had losen Alec, and then just discovered that Alec was willing to fight for them. Magnus was still in a pretty emotional state, his vulnerability on display, and naturally, he was not willing to let anyone —anyone else than Alec— to see the most open side of him.

But then, and precisely because of Magnus being in that vulnerable and open state, what was the next instinctive reaction of his body —even with Jace there?

Yes. Magnus touched his lip. Magnus caressed his lower lip with his thumb.

Because Alec is still there, right at Magnus’ side, so close to his body, and Magnus still could feel him. Magnus still felt Alec’s lips, touching his own. He still remembered the words Alec said, right before kissing him. Alec’s touch was lingering in Magnus’ body and his body remembered it, so he couldn’t help but follow his body’s senses and touch his lip.

I don’t know if this was written in the script with all the details or if it was improvised by Harry Shum Jr., but either way, it was pure gold.

memory found || stiles stilinski

word count: 4242

warnings: season 6 spoilers, mentions of sex, light swearing

prompt: part one of this imagine

author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!

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By definition, Stiles and Y/N were friends with benefits.

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Kaneki Selfishness and How Deep Down he Knows He’s Wrong

One of the major revelations that Seidou brought to Kaneki’s character is that Kaneki doesn’t really want equalization of ghouls, and that he is only doing this to keep himself living. However, when Amon asks him why he’s doing this and that he doesn’t understand Kaneki is surprising open about it.

Kaneki states for his first argument that even from his time as human that he is the same as a ghoul. He doesn’t sympathize and he sees a majority of ghouls as terrible monsters still. Yet, he understands there isolation and lack of  being able to consume different things. Ever since he was a child he separated himself from society never trying to forge relationships, unless someone reaches out to him. Which is shown most prominently with Hide and Touka, who reached out to him. He also in a consumer type of way never tried to experience the world or live to his highest potential. 

He uses this explanation for why he doesn’t mind fighting for the rights for ghouls, because they remind him of himself. Which would have been a sufficient answer on that makes sense in that a lot of movements and organizations were started under pretenses like this. But then Kaneki states that he is selfish and that isn’t the only reason.

Kaneki says that he really can’t be on the side of humans because he while some are important he could care less about the rest. But out of the majority of the people that Kaneki deems important most of them are ghouls. So it’s very natural that he would have an inclination to helping them. Even though he still thinks that a majority of ghouls are evil. 

Which Kaneki himself knows makes him a bad leader

It’s obvious that by this statement that he knows what he is doing is wrong, because he’s fighting for a select few. I think part of the reason he hasn’t been violent is that he’s trying to show that the ghouls with him are good, so that say if he did get his conversation and rights didn’t happen he could get a better life for ghouls that proved themselves to fight for humans.

Kaneki just isn’t fighting to save the world he’s fighting for an obligation to Arima and to keep those he cares about safe. But he’s blind in that he doesn’t care about those except that he deems important. Which goes so well with how he believes he’s isolated because this motivation shows it. He doesn’t care about society only about himself.

But, if you remember something in part one about how Kaneki was fighting for his friends more as a way to avoid being alone than protecting them. This takes on a whole new meaning of Kaneki only doing this to have a life that he sees worth living, with a better life for himself his friends where he is a hero and loved, which has been his most selfish desire.

Faith is a state of openness or trust. To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float. And the attitude of faith is the very opposite of clinging to belief, of holding on. In other words, a person who is fanatic in matters of religion, and clings to certain ideas about the nature of God and the universe, becomes a person who has no faith at all. Instead they are holding tight. But the attitude of faith is to let go, and become open to truth, whatever it might turn out to be.
—  Alan Watts
Beauty and The Assassin // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Prompt: She was the sun and he was the moon. She was light and he was darkness. She was love and he was incapable of it.

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cum on Face/Body, Titty Fuck, Fingering, Swearing, Violence, Rough Sex, Fluffy Sex, Badass!Reader, Multiple Descriptive Deaths, and Unprotected Sex (Cover your stump before you hump).

Word Count: 7,833 (I decided to write two different smut scenes in this one fic and it’s so worth it because one’s hella hot and the other’s super emotional)

Song: Feel Something by Jaymes Young

A/N: Ever since the trailer came out, my fingers have been itching to write something about Mitch Rapp but I just couldn’t come up with any ideas. And then Jaymes Young released this single from the heavens above (God bless) and inspiration hit me like a fucking truck. 

P.s. This is definitely in my top 5 favorite fics I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it as much as I do.

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With a mixture of determination inside of anger (and even lust), Mitch Rapp let out a strangled grunt as he tackled (Y/N) onto the ground for the millionth time tonight. It’s been hours since he started training her and by the look of exhaustion on her face, he could tell she was incredibly sick of it. Her face was scrunched up and she bit down on her bottom lip, but not in the way he was used to seeing when he was slamming into her and fucking the gorgeous girl senseless. She was tired and annoyed, her features scrunching up because she was in pain and her lip being tugged in between her teeth to keep from yelling at the man hovering over her.

“Come, on (Y/N).” Mitch sighed when she gave a pathetic attempt of getting him off of her. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”

“That’s because I’m not. I’m tired and I just want this to be over already.” She retorted, not even hiding her temper. The usually bubbly and happy girl was irritated and sore, beyond ready to take a soothing shower to relax all of her aching muscles.

“Well, if this were a real fight your wishes would’ve certainly been granted by now.” He replied, not making any effort to get off of her.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes, because you’d be dead.”

“Fighting back is too hard.” She groaned, letting her head fall onto the floor as she shut her eyelids in an attempt to rest. “Maybe I’d be better off dead considering it requires less work.”

“Hey, open your eyes.” Mitch stated, getting a hold of her chin in his calloused hand and she reluctantly obliged. “Being dead is not the better option and you know it. Now, defend yourself and push me off of you.”

“I can’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, sighing. “I’m too tired.”

“This isn’t a suggestion. This is an order.” The assassin commanded, a stream of lust rushing through her body as an immediate reaction. “Do as I say, (Y/N).”

“I’m not one of your recruits, Mitch.” The young woman bit down on her lip and he instantly noticed the lustful meaning behind it. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Princess, I already am.” Rapp smirked, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of her continuing to chew on her bottom lip. “Push. Me. Off.”

(Y/N) shook her head as a smirk appeared on her mouth and it made Mitch’s heart stop from how alluring she looked. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips plump and swollen, her eyes playful as they stared up at him, her soft hair sprawled out on the floor and even the sweat accumulated on her forehead made her glow beautifully. He has yet to admit it and there’s a good chance he never will, but this girl beneath him had Mitch completely wrapped around her finger.

After Katrina, his entire world fell apart. His first love’s death ended up creating a gaping hole inside of Rapp’s heart. He tried to heal himself with anything he could find, but his wound just continued to bleed. Food, alcohol, drugs, sex, violence and eventually revenge were different ways the young man seeked to bandage himself up. But, the bleeding still managed to ooze through. That is, until he met her.

(Y/N) waltzed into his life unexpectedly and did the one thing he couldn’t even do for himself. Without knowing it, she reached into his wounds and pulled the core of the pain that was holding him to his dreadful past out and destroyed it, showing Rapp how to make peace and find the balance he was so desperately looking for.

“You need to stop biting your lip or you’ll find yourself getting fucked mercilessly by me in a matter of seconds.” Mitch warned her, (Y/N)’s core already drenching her laced panties. “So, unless you want that, you need to stop biting your fucking lip.”

She didn’t say anything, she just prepared herself for the intense fun that was about to come as she stared him straight in the eye and bit her lip one last time.

Mitch immediately snapped and his mouth was crashing on hers in seconds, just like he promised. He lifted himself slightly so he could open her legs before him and fit himself in between them as her hands flew to his long and silky hair, her lips deepening their passionate kiss so she could push her tongue inside of his warm mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back her moans at how skillful and dominant he was with his tongue, glad that they were already on the floor and she didn’t have to worry about falling down from how weak her knees felt. When they both needed to breathe, Rapp bit down on her bottom lip (because he had been wanting to do that all night) and pulled before completely letting go for their lungs to catch the air they were begging for.

His hands flew to the over sized shirt she was wearing, that just so happened to be his, and didn’t even think twice before effortlessly ripping it apart. A gasp emitted from her throat and he simply smirked before lifted her back off of the floor to reach behind and unclasp her bra, he would’ve happily torn that apart as well but he knew she wouldn’t like it. After pulling down the straps, (Y/N)’s bra was flung across his apartment and neither one of them cared enough to see where it could’ve possibly landed.

Mitch’s lips instantly wrapped around one of her breasts, his tongue flicking her perky nipple, and (Y/N) arched her body into his bare chest. She immediately moaned when she felt his hard bulge poke the inside of her thigh and she knew that from how turned on they both were, this would be over faster than it even started. Just as Rapp bit down on her nipple and a strangled whimper fell from her lips, one of (Y/N)’s hands moved to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled at it so that her other hand could push past both it and his boxers. As soon as her hand wrapped around his erection, Mitch hummed in appreciation against her breast causing vibrations to immediately shoot throughout her entire body and land in her aching core.

(Y/N) tightened her grip on him before slowly pumping Mitch’s shaft and he had to actually stop giving (Y/N) her share of pleasure because there was so much of it flooding inside of him that he couldn’t concentrate. Mitch rested his head on her bare chest and allowed her to continue working on him, occasionally thrusting his hips into her hand to let her know he wanted her to move a little faster. The sight of him drowning in his own desire in front of her was enough to make (Y/N) come undone right there, but she held back as much as she could. It was when Mitch moaned again against her that she knew she needed him fucking her as soon as possible.

“Mitch, I need you baby.” She mewled and the young man’s cock twitched at the sound alone.

Even though his body screamed at him for it, he placed his hand on her arm and pulled her grip off of his cock. But, she managed to swipe up the leaking precum from his tip before he did and she instinctively brought the salty liquid up to her mouth, gladly sucking on her finger. Rapp’s own finger traced down her stomach to the hem of her soaking panties and even though her body was extremely heated and sweaty from their training session, his touch left goosebumps on her skin. Pulling down her panties with both of his hands and placing it on the floor beside them, the next to go were his sweatpants followed by his boxers.

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the dark hair below his stomach before they trailed down to his erection, the sight of Mitch’s red and swollen tip making her lick her lips. The assassin’s hands gripped harshly onto her thighs and spread them apart before lining himself at her entrance and slamming in without giving her as much as a warning. (Y/N) screamed in response, her body arching up, and Mitch didn’t even wait for her to adjust before already thrusting into her warmth. It was a good thing she was incredibly lubricated from how turned on she was as he fucked her rapidly, both seeking their release as fast as they could.

Rapp looked down at her bouncing tits then to their connecting bodies and moaned at the delicious sight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. (Y/N)’s own eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on the orgasm she knew would soon be arriving. Even though the sound of his skin slapping against hers was loud and wet, (Y/N) surprisingly loved the feeling of his balls slamming against her ass repeatedly along with the familiar and amazing feeling of his thick width stretching her tight walls. Knowing she was undoubtedly close to her peak, Mitch brought one of his hands down to her clit and began rubbing furiously in sync with his pounding. (Y/N) immediately screamed, the overwhelming pleasure too much on her and in a matter of seconds a flash of heat spread throughout her. He continued pressing, circling and flicking her nub and she couldn’t find the will to stop the pornographic noises that rose in her throat from escaping as she dissolved into his skilled hand.

It took everything Rapp had in him not to cum right when she did and clenched around him, his self control insanely impressive. The moment she finished getting down from her high and gripped onto his shoulders to tell him to stop, Mitch did and ignored the throbbing in his dick as he pulled out. Pushing away the sleepiness that threatened to take over her from just having a mind blowing orgasm, (Y/N) grabbed his hips and guided Rapp to place his cock wet with her juices in between her breasts. He understood what she was offering him and he smiled smugly at her. The beautiful woman pressed her breasts together around him to create a tighter environment and he began to thrust. From the mixture of how good it felt to fuck in between her breasts, watch her close her eyes and bite down on her extremely swollen lips, and the fact that he was already near his orgasm, it didn’t take long for Mitch to reach it.

After a few quick thrusts, his tip released hot cum as his body accepted the unbelievable pleasure that came with it. (Y/N) was caught by surprise when his liquid coated not only her chest, but her chin and a bit even managed to reach her bottom lip. However, she certainly didn’t hate it. Actually quite the opposite, to be exact. As Rapp came back down from his euphoria, she licked her bottom lip and enjoyed his taste on her tongue.

Bringing his hand over to his torn short on the floor, Mitch used the leftover fabric to clean up the mess he created on her body. She smiled up at him at his sudden kindness, but failed to notice the light blush painting his cheeks. The warmth she caused on his skin similar to the warmth she sparked inside of him. Mitch Rapp was a cold, distant and emotionless man before her. His entire purpose was to destroy and kill, never feeling the need to go beyond that. However, (Y/N) went out of her way to show him he wasn’t just a weapon nor a machine, but an actual human. She was the sun that brightened his life when he didn’t even know what light looked like anymore. She shined on him and, Mitch being the moon, he reflected the light she gave him.

The heartbreaking part is he will never allow himself to accept the fact that he was falling for her thanks to his concern of not being able to get back up. It’s not that she won’t catch him, he’s certain she would, it’s the fact that as his feelings for her grow so does his fear of losing her. That’s the biggest problem about loving someone: the vulnerability. As soon as someone becomes an important part of your life, it’s agonizing to know that they can be snatched away at any moment.

That’s why Mitch Rapp doesn’t do love because he doesn’t tolerate chance or risks. He’s an assassin and he’s trained to be objective, analytical, cold, and logical. All things love does not consist of.

“Alright,” Mitch cleared his throat, standing from the floor and picking up his clothes. “Five minute break and then we’re back to training.”

“What?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up as he dressed himself.

“You heard me.” Rapp stated, walking over to where he spotted her bra and tossed it to her. “You had your break, now it’s time to get back to work.”

“Mitch, I don’t want to train anymore.” She disagreed, but put on both her panties and bra nonetheless.

“I don’t care.” He shrugged. “We’re not finishing until you get it right.”

(Y/N) knew that there was no point in trying to get herself out of this one, Mitch was too persistent. She simply sighed before walking over to his bedroom and approaching his wardrobe to grab a shirt and leggings out of the drawer that was specifically separated for her clothes. She heard the sound of his feet patting against the hardwood floor as he also entered his bedroom and made his way over to his bed to grab the shirt that was laying amongst the sheets. In complete silence, the two finished dressing themselves before Rapp turned around to look at her as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Do I at least have time to take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked, slightly annoyed.

“What’s the point if you’re just gonna get sweaty again?” Mitch questioned and she immediately huffed, walking back out into the living room. He sensed he had said something that ticked her off, but he couldn’t exactly understand what or why.

“What is it?” He asked, following her.

“Nothing.” She shook her head, pulling the hair tie on her wrist off so she could put her messy hair up in a ponytail. “Let’s just get this over with already.”

“Fine by me.” Mitch shrugged.

The moment she finished fixing her hair, the assassin charged towards her. (Y/N) immediately reacted and dodged his first attempt to wrap his strong arms around her shoulder, but failed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Using his free hand, Rapp grabbed her other wrist and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t use her hands anymore. Forcing her to use another method of defense and she instantly turned her body so her back was against his chest and his hands were twisted awkwardly, making it hard for him to be the one with the edge. She thought she had it all figured out until Mitch, suddenly, used the situation he was in to his advantage and locked her into his hold by pressing his arms against her chest and forcing his on her back.

“Okay, okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “You made your point, I’ll use another tactic. Let me out.”

“No, you never know what awful situation you’ll find yourself in.” Rapp stated. “Get yourself out.”

With anger striking inside of her, (Y/N) used her elbow to nudge it into his stomach and her lover immediately grunted in reaction. The small distraction was enough to allow her to free herself and she smiled proudly when she did.

“See? You can do this.” Mitch smirked, rubbing the area she just hurt before approaching the kitchen and pulling out a knife from its stand. “Here.” He said, handing her the knife. “Attack me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” (Y/N) sighed, looking up at him with narrow eyes.

“I’m not.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Just, do it.” Rapp commanded. “I’ll be fine, you won’t hurt me.”

“I know I won’t hurt you. It’s me I’m worried about.” She explained, the knife being awkwardly held in her hand. “What if I slip up and cut myself?”

“I won’t let that happen.” Mitch spread his feet and planted them on the floor. “Now, come on.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, then, rushed towards him with the knife raised in the air. She tried to attack him through a surprising angle, but being the expert that he is, Mitch easily saw it coming. Effortlessly knocking her arm with his, the knife fell to the ground and the sound of the metal loudly clanging against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. (Y/N) expected Mitch to stop there and show her what she had done wrong, but instead he grabbed her waist and slammed her up against the nearest wall. The air in her lungs instantly being knocked out from the sudden force as her head harshly hit the wall and she didn’t even try to hide how it hurt her.

“Seriously?” Rapp scoffed. “That was the stupidest method you could’ve used. Anyone in there right mind would’ve seen it coming.”

“Get off of me.” She demanded, pushing his arms off of her body but failing.

“No, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me, Mitch.” (Y/N) angrily interrupted, pushing his arms again and this time he actually let go. “I’m tired and I’m sore. You just fucking hurt me and didn’t even notice it because you’re too obsessive with this shit.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, genuinely upset with himself for causing her pain. “But you have to learn.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t want to learn to be an assassin like you.”

It was a simple comment, never made to hurt him and, yet, it did. Mitch was slightly taken aback, but managed to clear his throat before speaking in favor of his case.

“I’m not teaching you to be an assassin.” He stated. “I’m teaching you to defend yourself in case you ever need to.”

“Why would I need to?” (Y/N) questioned loudly. “I’m not constantly in dangerous situations like you.”

But you could be. Mitch thought to himself, considering the possibilities of his enemies ever finding out that his biggest weakness was the girl standing right before him.

“Jesus Christ, Mitch, I’m a wedding planner!” She continued, now pacing the area in front of him. “I promote love, not violence!”

“You’re not promoting violence!” Mitch responded, now shouting along with her. “You just have to be safe! Because I don’t want anything to ha-”

The assassin instantly stopped himself before he could go any further. But, (Y/N) certainly wasn’t having any of it. Mitch Rapp was about to say something he felt for the first time since they met and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.

“Anything to what?!” She questioned, taking a step towards him. “Finish your sentence, Mitch.”

Frustration boiled inside of her when he refused to say anything, instead his hard eyes remained on hers as her blood heated up. (Y/N) was tired of this lifestyle they had together where he denied any bit of feelings towards her and they pretended like that was okay. She knew he was a hard person to crack, but she also knew that deep down he definitely felt something for her. Every question she’s ever had about them invaded her thoughts all at once and she seriously thought her head would explode. Until, finally, her temper and patience did.

“What are we?” She asked, feeling small and vulnerable. However, once again, Rapp failed to speak. “Mitch!”

His problem solving abilities searched through every bit of knowledge he had achieved over the years in order to fix this, but his mind couldn’t find anything to help him. This wasn’t the type of issue that could be solved logically or without any emotion and Mitch was terrified of it. On one hand, he could tell her the truth about his love for her (but that means starting a relationship with her which could end up getting her killed) or he could just lie.

As much as it pained him, Mitch Rapp chose the second option.

“Nothing.” He stated, watching as she shattered into pieces. “We’re nothing.”

“So, you’re telling me that every night we spend together wrapped into each other’s arms is nothing?” (Y/N) began, not caring that he could see tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Or how I have a drawer in your wardrobe specifically for my clothes since I’m constantly here with you because we’re nothing? You’re telling me that my definition of home no longer being a place, but actually being you is a result of nothing?”

Mitch only thought of his answers and didn’t dare say them, the main one consisting of: Of course not, there’s no way you could be just nothing when you’re everything to me.

“Mitch, I need you to be honest with me. Please, don’t hold back.” She requested, her heart beating faster in fear of the answer to the question she was about to ask. “Am I just an easy fuck to you?”

His cold heart sunk into his stomach and was instantly consumed by the agonizing acid, the pain he felt from her incorrect assumption greater than any broken bone or bullet wound he’s ever received. Mitch didn’t have the capacity to respond and (Y/N) interpretated the tense silence as an answer.

She was well aware that Rapp believed he was incapable of love and, in the time they spent together, she desperately tried to show him he was wrong. And, yet, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough, she thought.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) walked over to the door to his apartment and put on her shoes that were resting on the welcome mat. As soon as she finished, she opened the front door and looked back at him one last time.

“Mitch, I know you’re not whole after everything that’s ever happened to you.” She sobbed. “But, you can’t fix yourself by breaking me.”

(Y/N) didn’t even bother staying to hear what he could possibly say, if he even had it in him to say anything at all, she simply walked out of the door as Mitch watched her leave. The thing about this girl is that she somehow managed to open the door to his heart again, only to end up closing her own because of him. Rapp was like a deadly virus and he knew it.

The uncontrollable tears escaped her eyes as (Y/N) exited the apartment complex and reached into her pocket to find her cellphone with the intent of calling for an Uber when she realized she was wearing leggings and had left her phone inside of Mitch’s. There was no way she was turning back now and getting it, she’d much rather buy a new one than ever have to go through facing him again. Walking towards any direction, not really caring where she was headed to, (Y/N) sobbed loudly in the dark and lonely streets. A gust of cold wind flew against her and danced on her skin, the young woman shivering in response. However, the shivering because of the cold was nothing compared to the shaking she was about to feel in a matter of seconds.

When (Y/N) least expected it, a loud sound of tires screeching against the asphalt of the road snatched her attention and she turned towards the source. Suddenly, a black car stopped right in front of her and a set of two incredibly large men rushed out of it and charged at her. A mixture of fear and adrenaline attacked her body before they could. (Y/N) immediately moved into action and turned around to run away, but one of the attackers wrapped his strong arms around her. She knew she wasn’t equipped enough to fight them off, now regretting ever disagreeing with Mitch about him training her, and the only chance she had of surviving would be to escape. Just like she did a few minutes ago, (Y/N) pushed her elbow into the stomach of the person holding her but much harder this time. The man gasped when the air was knocked out of him and loosened his grip enough for her to slip out.

Just when she thought she could run away, the other man grabbed her waist and she screamed loudly when​ he pulled her back towards them. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do next, but she knew that she was absolutely terrified. Her mind immediately thinking about Mitch and all of the times he told her: You can’t rely on other people to swoop in and save you, you have to save yourself. And (Y/N) cried and struggled in the stranger’s grasp, but she knew she couldn’t save herself. It was too late.

The man grabbed her wrists and held it behind her back, pulling out a zip tie from his pocket and locking her hands together. The one she hit had finally managed to recompose himself and, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, he put a dark pillowcase over her head. Everything immediately going to black.


Mitch Rapp paced his living room, constantly running his hand through his strands of dark hair. If this were a cartoon he certainly would’ve created a hole in the hardwood floor by now.

He hated himself for letting her believe she was nothing but a fuck toy to him and how he just let her walk away. He despised that he didn’t know how to deal with the insane amount of emotions pooling inside of him. But, mainly, Rapp loathed that he couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved.

I have to go after her. Mitch thought to himself, rushing towards his bedroom to switch out of his sweatpants and into regular blue jeans. The biggest problem was he had no idea where she could’ve possibly gone. It’s been about twenty minutes since she stormed out which meant she could be anywhere at this point.

An idea struck into his mind and Rapp immediately approached his cellphone on the bed side table, pressing on her contact number and calling her. His nerves danced on his skin as he listened to the rings and waited impatiently for her to pick up when he, suddenly, heard another phone ringing in his bedroom. The sound was muffled and hard to locate its source, but Mitch eventually did. Finding (Y/N)’s cell tangled into the sheets of his bed, his mind realizing she had left without grabbing it first. Rapp let out a groan of frustration before ending the call and throwing his phone on the bed with hers.

There was only one option left: go to her house and hope to God she went there after their fight. Mitch got his car keys and a loaded gun, because the man never left the house without being armed, before slipping on his shoes and walking out of his door. His foot unexpectedly stepped on something new and the sound of crumpling paper stopped him in his tracks. Looking down to the floor, he realized there was a letter made out of cut out magazine parts on his doormat. Rapp’s curiosity took over and the young man bent down, grabbing the piece of paper. His eyes immediately widened when he realized his name was on it.

Mitch Rapp, it’s your life in exchange for hers. You can still save (Y/N).

Normally, the assassin would be calm and strategical in a dangerous situation, but he has never faced one quite like this. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands began to shake at the thought of the one thing he was terrified of actually happening. He knew what this was about, he knew this was a gang of terrorists he certainly pissed off and were now going after him. And Rapp knew he could easily kill every single one of them thanks to his alarming amount of skills, yet, he couldn’t help feeling scared.

His mind instantly pictured (Y/N) terrified in the warehouse of the address Mitch recognized under the threat. He felt sick as he imagined the horrible and disgusting things ways they were probably torturing her to extract information on him. This was the day Mitch Rapp was so afraid of, but he wasn’t going to stand around and do nothing. Without second thought, Mitch decided he was going to give himself up for her.

The assassin quickly ran into his car and sped to the location they held her in. It was a utility warehouse meant for stocking cargo that needed to be shipped internationally. As soon as he arrived, Mitch didn’t even wait before arming his gun and rushing out of his vehicle, shooting the two men that were there waiting for him straight in the head. Mitch Rapp usually had mercy, but certainly not towards the people who dare kidnapped (Y/N). He would do and kill anything to make sure she got out of here safe.

The five men inside of the warehouse immediately jumped when the sudden and loud banging of a door being kicked down echoed through the empty space. (Y/N)’s wet and sore eyes from crying so much searched for the source of the invasion and her heart stopped then melted in her chest when she saw a very angry Mitch Rapp standing in the doorway with his gun held up. It didn’t matter that there was tape stretched across her lips, (Y/N) somehow managed to smile at his arrival and she cried even more.

Rapp’s eyes landed on the girl he loved and rage boiled up inside of him like never before at the sight of her hands tied to a chair, duct tape on her mouth, her ponytail uncharacteristically messy from the amount of times they must’ve pulled on her hair as they forced her around, and her eyes bloodshot. The man was about to ensue hell because they had laid a finger on her and nothing was going to stop his blood lust. Without even saying anything, Mitch’s finger pulled the trigger of his gun and a bullet landed right in the spot in between one of the men’s eyes. The terrorist instantly fell limp to the ground, blood pooling around his dead body.

“One down, four more to go.” Rapp threatened, taking a step towards the remaining men and they began to wonder whether or not this plan was a good one. “Who’s next?”

All of them lifted theirs guns and positioned them in front of Mitch but despite the fact that he had four powerful weapons pointed at him, his only concern was about the crying girl strapped to the uncomfortable chair. It didn’t matter that he was at a serious disadvantage or that this was the exact kind of situation Stan Hurley told him to always avoid getting himself into, Rapp held his position and never faltered.

“Answer my question!” Mitch shouted, his veins bulging against his neck.

She is next if you don’t put that gun down!” One of the men threatened with a strong foreign accent, lifting (Y/N)’s head up by her hair and placing the cold metal tip of his gun against her temple.

Rapp had more than four bullets in his load and he could easily kill every single one of them in the next minute, but what was to say they wouldn’t kill (Y/N) before their own deaths? As much as he didn’t want to, Mitch dropped his gun down to the ground and kicked it towards the terrorists before lifting his hands up to show them they were unarmed. Another one of them, with his gun still raised, approached Rapp and patted him down to see if he truly was clean and quickly realized he was. The man stuffed his gun in the waistband of his pants and pulled Mitch’s hands behind his back, holding them in place.

“Do you have any idea how much money is on your head?” The one holding (Y/N) captive spoke up, looking at the assassin with a sick smile on his face. “You’re a valuable man, Mitch Rapp.”

“Just let her go.” He demanded, his eyes staring into (Y/N)’s and hers gazing right back at his.

“Hmm, it seems that I owe you an apology for we won’t be able to keep our promise.” The criminal stated and Rapp’s heart stopped instantly. “You see, your precious little girlfriend here surprised us all when she killed one of our own. She must die as well.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mitch yelled angrily and desperately, the man holding him struggling to keep him in place. “This is about me! Take me!”

“Mitch, think of how romantic it’ll be!” The man laughed. “The two lovers having their last day on Earth together? It can’t get more poetic than that.”

“I am not here to play your games.” Rapp warned, his anger strong enough to start a war. “Let her live or you’ll regret ever crossing me.”

“I’d like to see you prove it.”

The sentence was enough to spark action inside of him and he instantly went to work without stopping to think about the consequences. Harshly pulling his hands out of the man’s grasp, Mitch quickly turned around and grabbed the terrorist’s gun before he could. Spending only a few seconds to arm it, Rapp pulled the trigger and shot a clean bullet through the bad guy’s heart. The assassin turned around and all hell broke loose.

Fear ran through (Y/N)’s body as she watched the men shoot at each other, but she told herself she needed to be strong. Even though the man holding her, without taking the gun off her temple, leaned down to untie her arms from the chair, (Y/N) somehow convinced herself that she was indeed strong. She didn’t let a single sob or whine erupt from her throat, instead she allowed the man to lift her up and wrap his free hand around her.

“Mitch!” He shouted at the same time that another terrorist’s dead body fell to the ground because of the assassin. “Stop right now!”

Suddenly, the criminal threw his gun on the floor and reached into his belt to pull out a huge and sharp knife. Rapp’s entire body went limp as the terrorist held it up against her exposed neck because he knew, that at this point, there wasn’t much he could do. The gun was one thing, but a knife… a knife was much riskier. The assassin had no other choice than to do everything they asked in a final attempt to make sure she lives.

“Put the gun against your head.” The man commanded and Mitch winced before doing exactly as he said, knowing this could possibly be the way he granted her survival. “Now, pull the trigger.”

(Y/N) screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound muffled by the tape but still incredibly strong and loud. Mitch Rapp looked at her one last time, his eyes glossing over with tears, and he enjoyed his last seconds of life by just gawking at her. Despite the eerie situation that sent chills down any man’s spine, he was calm and felt at peace as he memorized every single feature on her beautiful face. Her eyes he so easily found himself getting lost in, her cheeks that flushed whenever he smiled at her, her button nose that scrunched up every time she was concentrated and her perfect lips that were constantly tugged in between her white teeth were the last things he wanted to see before he saw nothing but absolute darkness.

However, (Y/N) was never going to allow that to happen. Just as Mitch took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to do, she immediately brought her arm up and knocked the bad guy’s own arm as hard as she could just like Mitch did with her earlier. Because he wasn’t at all expecting it, the man instantly dropped the knife and (Y/N) didn’t even wait before grabbing the arm around her with both of her hands and turning around so she could twist it in a painful angle. The man shouted in agony and the two other men left in the room watched in complete awe, both at a loss for words.

(Y/N) bent down and grabbed the knife from the ground before piercing it into his stomach, immediately taking a step back in shock. It wasn’t enough to kill him like she did with the first guy, but it definitely did buy them some time. Enough time for Mitch to snap out of his trance and swoop in, using the gun in his hand to finish him off. The last remaining terrorist looked around the room that was full of the bodies of his friends and he decided he would try to avenge every single one of them.

Throwing his gun aside and grabbing his own knife, the man charged towards Rapp and (Y/N) shouted for him to notice what was going on. Knowing that he wouldn’t really be able to work well with a gun because they were designed for targets at a distance and considering the man was already dangerously close to Rapp, (Y/N) pulled out the knife from her attacker’s stomach and tossed it to Mitch who easily caught it. Just as the foreigner lifted his hand with the knife in it to kill Mitch, the assassin grabbed his arm with his free hand and used his other one to thrust down onto the man’s wrist causing him to drop his weapon. Without waiting, Rapp instantly lifted his knife again and plunged it through the man’s neck, who fell to the ground and died in a matter of seconds.

The two survivors let out deep breaths as a wave relief hit both of them and washed away all of the stress, agony, anger, and fear they had been feeling since they’re fight at Mitch’s. Time slowed down to watch the two lovers turn around towards one another and run into each other’s comforting arms. Rapp instantly wrapped his arms around her body and she used her own hands to grip onto his black shirt, sobs escaping her throat and tears staining his clothes. However, (Y/N) wasn’t the only one crying for Mitch couldn’t hold back his own tears either. Holding her as tight as he could because he was so afraid of letting go, Rapp placed soft kisses on her head (some of his tears falling down on her hair) as they both wept into each other’s arms.

It wasn’t just about the fact that the two almost died that they felt this way, it was mostly about how (Y/N) and Mitch now realize how stupid their fight was. (Y/N) was thankful for what little self defense he taught her because it ultimately saved her life and Rapp discovered he wasn’t willing to push his feelings back anymore. He wanted to love her fully even if it came with agonizing risks.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) spoke up first after she pulled off the tape on her mouth, her voice shakey and unstable. “You were right and I should’ve listened to you. I want to be trained, Mitch. Please teach me.”

“Of course.” He nodded, pulling back slightly so he could place his hand on her cheek and bring her face up to look at him. “And I’m sorry, too. I lied to you, (Y/N). You’re not nothing to me, you’re everything.”

For the second time since she’s been kidnapped, she smiled, both times because of the man currently holding her together. As she looked up at him, Mitch used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her skin and she did the same to him. It was a beautiful sight, the two gazing at each other and confessing through their eyes their love for the other. It didn’t matter what came up next to try to destroy them, (Y/N) and Rapp would fight together, side by side.


Desperate lips smashed together as a mixture of sobs and moans transferred through their mouths. Clothes were long gone on the floor, replaced by their naked limbs tangling within each other on Mitch’s bed. (Y/N)’s back arched in complete pleasure as her love continued to pump two fingers into her soaking wet core, quickly helping her reach the point of no return. Rapp moaned, his voice vibrating her mouth, and his cock twitched against her leg the instant she clenched around his fingers with her orgasm. It was her second of the night, the first one coming right after he used only his tongue to pleasure her.

The moment they realized they were no longer in danger, Mitch and (Y/N) rushed home to be as close as humanly possible. What happened tonight took a serious toll on them. (Y/N) wanted to show him that she loved every single thing about him, no matter how different he was from her, and Rapp desperately needed to show her that he was ready for the love they would share because of how (Y/N) made the once numb man actually feel something again.

“Can you handle one more?” Mitch asked the second she shuddered when he removed his fingers from her highly sensitive core and she slowly nodded.

As Rapp placed his wet fingers into his mouth and happily sucked off her juices from his skin, the young man used his other hand to open the drawer in his bedside table and pull out a condom from its box. (Y/N) took it from him and ripped the package open with her teeth, Mitch watching in awe, before putting it on his hard erection. Removing his fingers from his mouth, Rapp got a hold of his shaft and positioned himself at (Y/N)’s entrance. He gazed into her eyes in a way to ask for permission and she gladly nodded, her own beautiful pupils looking up at the man hovering over her in amusement when she noticed an odd emotion flicker in them.

Mitch lowered his head and looked at their bodies that were about to connect before looking up at her chest rising and falling and, suddenly, felt extremely nervous. He took a deep breath as the back of his eyes started to burn with upcoming tears.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, placing her hand on his bare chest to stop his actions. “Are you okay?”

Rapp reluctantly looked up into her eyes and she could see his glossing over, her heart instantly wrenching at the sight.

“Mitch?”

“I’m scared.” Rapp confessed, feeling insanely small and vulnerable.

Without needing him to explain any further for her to understand nor saying a single word, (Y/N) lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips before deepening it. Their kiss was slow and (Y/N) took her time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was the type of kiss that mended every single broken thing inside of two people. Warmth spread across their bodies eventually turning into a dangerous fire, yet both felt extremely safe in each other’s arms.

Mitch slowly pushed himself into her core and the two immediately moaned in reaction. (Y/N)’s hands flew to his back and gripped tightly as he stretched her walls and Rapp’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how incredible she felt around him. Because she was already so overstimulated, Mitch patiently waited for her to give him the go when he entered her completely. Once (Y/N) nodded, her eyes closed in focus, the assassin slowly pulled back and deeply pushed in again. He kept this steady pace and (Y/N)’s heart fluttered against her chest the second she realized that he wasn’t just having sex with her, but making love to her.

When she opened her eyes to gawk at him, he was already staring at her. Rapp’s eyes were wide as he noticed a smile twitch on her lips before she bit down on them. Normally he would think it was the sexiest thing in the world and it’d seduce him immediately, yet at this exact moment Mitch saw it with different eyes. Of course it was still sexy, but all he saw was pure and innocent beauty behind it.

(Y/N)’s nails dug into Rapp’s back and after a few minutes of this deep and slow thrusting, she could sense her fourth orgasm today alone creeping up on her. Mitch brought his hand down to her thigh and moved it to a deeper angle, now hitting her g-spot and that is what ultimately pushed her over the edge. Rapp groaned out when her nails definitely created bruises in his skin before she came back down from her ecstasy.

Mitch stopped and (Y/N) opened her now sleepy eyes to look at him, asking through her features why he had.

“Can you be on top of me?” Rapp asked, the woman’s breath hitching at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her sensitive walls.

Pushing his hips so he could pull out of her, (Y/N) sat up on the bed and moved Mitch so he could lay down. Throwing her leg over his body to straddle him, Rapp settled his hands on her waist before closing his eyes in pleasure when she pushed him inside of her by sitting on his dick. Going slow at first, then picking up the pace, (Y/N) gladly helped him reach his own orgasm. Mitch grunted and moaned as she rode him deliciously until she purposely clenched around him and he instantly came undone. The girl watching in complete awe, her lover never looking more beautiful than in this exact moment.

It was said before that (Y/N) had him completely wrapped around her finger, but what wasn’t mentioned is how Mitch Rapp is the one that holds this woman’s heart in his hands. Even though he couldn’t be more wrong, Mitch strongly believes that he is a danger and a burden to her because they were so different. Because he was the moon and she was the sun. Because he was war and she was peace. He was violence and she was love. He was pain and she was happiness. He was was death and she was life. He was darkness and she was light.

However, what Rapp didn’t understand at the moment but (Y/N) would make sure he did in the future was that he wasn’t her destruction like he initially believed to be: He was her salvation.

Of course everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up someone’s life, but it’s also beautiful to be the moon like Mitch Rapp and brighten in the darkest hour.

Simple methods in order to help you opening your third eye

The third eye also referred to as the  brow chakra, or ajna is a very important energy center that is used to perceive the spiritual world around you, but in order to use it it must first be opened. To do this you can use many different types of methods, techniques, and exercises in order to strengthen your ability to use your third eye.You can experience, and perceive many different things when your third eye is opened wider than it usually is. You can see such things as spiritual entities, auras, energies, and even see into different planes, and dimensions. The third eye is greatly connected to your 6th sense, and is the main way that you perceive the other spiritual realms. When you have your third eye open you have more of a tendency to be drawn to mindfulness, focus, critical thinking, and intuition. All these skills, and benefits can help you in your life in order to progress growth, and experience along your path. Once you open your third eye you can always close it again by just imagining it closing, or allowing it to close on its own. It will never close completely, but it will be less widened in order for you not to continue to perceive the sixth sense fully. It is never good to keep any of your chakras completely open all the time, especially your third eye this is due to the fact that you will be letting in certain influences that you are not expecting, and may even become overwhelming if left unchecked. It is always important to remember to keep your body in balance even in your energy centers, but with proper control in understanding everything will go smoothly, and you will gain the benefits that you desire.

Here are some simple methods in order to help you opening your third eye:

Method 1 for opening your third eye is to get into a meditative state, and to focus upon the spot in between your eyebrows, this is where the third eye energy center is located. You will want to focus on that spot, and push energy to it in order to open your third eye. while you are doing this you also want to envision your third eye opening. This should charge, and empower your third eye allowing it to open.

Method 2 for opening your third eye is to take your pointer, and index finger while they are the only fingers extended on your hand, and trace a circle around on your forehead, while focusing on that spot. This will help to activate the energy center, and sort of awaken your third eye. For this one too you might want to also imagine an eye opening on your forehead.

Method 3 for opening your third eye is to meditate, and use your visualization skills, so that the third eye sort of opens by itself. It doesn’t matter which way that you meditate, or what type of meditate you do my friends, The point of this method is to allow you to awaken your third eye by charging it with the energy that you get from meditating through visualization of different things, or even just sitting quietly. It is a way of provoking your third eye to open, because in this state you allow yourself to be more open.

There are a lot of other methods that you can you open your third eye, but these are a couple that are simple, and help get you started.

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Generally released animation looks its worst this year, and the Beauty and the Beast remake certainly doesn’t help, so it’s a good thing (for us, at least) that Anime Limited and Manga are working together on a once-a-month strategy to bring current anime releases as well as a 20th anniversary re-release of Perfect Blue to select, big-name cinemas across the UK as alternatives to crass Hollywood junk. In This Corner of the World, Napping Princess and Lu Over the Wall, for example, are slated to compete with Despicable Me 3, The Nut Job 2 and The Star. This trend kicked off with last year’s release of Makoto Shinkai’s masterpiece Your Name, which will open in the States next week to save us all from Smurf terror. So mark your calendars, obviously.