please don't hold it against me!!!

Drarry fics II
  • Fanfiction-author: Mmh... I haven't written some good old smut in a while... let's just start with Harry pushing Draco angrily against the wall in a fight...
  • Draco: Potter, what are you doing?
  • Harry: I don't-
  • Fanfiction-author: ... and then Harry draws closer... and closer...
  • Draco: Ew, Potter! Get away from me.
  • Harry: I'm not... I don't know what's happening. She's making me do it!
  • Draco: *huffs* Then why do I feel like your wand is pushing up against my thigh... even though you're holding it in your hand???
  • Harry: It's clearly HER fault.
  • Fanfiction-author: *evil laughter* Wait for what I have prepared for you guys in the Room of Requirement... 😜🎁🎉🎊😈😉
  • Draco: What the hell? 😳
  • Harry: *panicking* Oh no. Please don't make me lose my virginity to him.
  • Draco: Hahaha, you're still a virgin, Potter?
  • Fanfiction-author: Why are YOU laughing?
  • Draco:
  • Fanfiction-author: Also, this is a bottom!draco-fic, so...
  • Draco: WHAT??
  • Ralph: Jack kissed me.
  • Piggy: Oh my god.
  • Sam: Alright. We have to hear this. Eric, get the wine. Does this end well or do we need to get the battle sticks?
  • Ralph: Oh, don't worry, it ended very well.
  • Eric: *getting the wine* Do not start without me. Do not start without me.
  • Simon: Aw, please tell us more about the kiss, Ralph. Was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
  • Ralph: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh god, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
  • Sam: So, were you holding him? Or were his hands like on you?
  • Ralph: No, actually first they started on my waist. And then they slid down, and then they were on- well, you get it.
  • Everyone: ooooohhhh
  • [Far away, Jack is eating a burger, while Roger swirls a cup of tea]
  • Jack: And then I snogged him heh.
  • Roger: Tongue?
  • Jack: Yes.
  • Roger: Cool.
  • *During Deku's and Bakugou's Exam against All Might. Currently inside of the room*
  • Momo: Hey, are you sure Deku's going to be all right? I mean they're going up against All Might of all Heroes.
  • Uraraka: Plus Deku has Bakugou as a teammate. Don't they know how much Bakugou hates him?!
  • Tsuyu: Kero...
  • Iida: Don't worry, even though the two are at odds. I'm confident they can at least put their differences aside to-
  • *The screen shows Bakugou backhanding Deku in the face with his grenade gauntlet*
  • Iida: . . . . . . . .
  • The Girls: . . . . . . . .
  • Me and the BNHA Fandom: . . . . . . . . . .
  • Horikoshi-sensei: Fuck, went too far during this scene.
  • *Back with the group*
  • Iida: *Vainly holding back and enraged Momo-san and Uraraka-san*
  • Uraraka & Momo: *Trying to push past Iida to rush over to the exam site and beat the shit out of Bakugou*
  • *With All Might*
  • All Might: *Sees Bakugou hit Deku*
  • All Might: *Inhales deeply and nods* I'm saving a special punch for you ass, boy!

anonymous asked:

I'm having a bad day with bullying and stuff, could you draw jasper holding a girl (spoiler alert it me) to her chest and attempting to comfort her? **if not it's ok please don't feel obligated or anything!!**

I’ll tell you a thing about bullies, theye are never worth your time and your pain. I was bullied for all the time I was at school and I know it’s really hard and can make you feel horrible but from someone who experienced it, it gets better and the best way to win against them is to keep your smile.

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He’s being ridiculous, he tells himself.

It’s sentiment, nothing more, and it’s playing with his senses. Knocking him off balance- Which is a thing not to be borne.

After all, the likeness isn’t particularly striking, once the body’s turned over.

And if the hands are the same size, the nails cut to the same degree of shortness, then what of it? If the hair is of a similar colour and style as that she favours, that’s still no excuse for this ridiculous, insipid… mawkishness which is scratching at his rib-cage. His chest. His heart.

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the whole problematic celebs thing is soooooo *eye roll* like… ok PLEASE BAN abusers, people who are blatantly racist/homophobic/transphobic etc. THAT I get & support 100%, but…………… “was in this movie″ “said something in 1952” “ is kind of fucking ???? unnecessary???????? it feeeels to me like you’re minimizing all the other ugly stuff other people have done by comparing them. idk. my opinion. don’t come @ me.

also when i say “said something in 1952″ i mean, like…….. they didn’t know that they weren’t supposed to say that or that it was offensive, stuff like that, because, honestly, nobody’s a saint. everyone, at some point in their lives, has made mistakes and learned from them & i think that holding someone against something that they said a really long time ago and has since apologized is very, like……. childish. there’s people out there, however, who’ve said very offensive things, apologized, and continued to say very offensive things– THEY can go fuck themselves. but ugh please, stop with all the other nonsense. 

anonymous asked:

I feel so bitter and upset because of what someone did to me and they don't even acknowledge what they did was wrong. they somehow manipulated me into believing that I was the problematic one when EVERYONE I've asked for advice agrees I did absolutely nothing wrong. i just don't understand why Allah would put me in this situation. I've never done anything to anyone in my life and I've been sad for months because of this one person. Please make dua for me my heart hurts too much.

و عليك السلام و رحمة الله و بركاته

Why let one person ruin your day? Or even your life? You are the one who can give the power to someone to either hurt you or not to hurt you.

Something that one of my teachers said to me last year was that, the person you become angry at and hold resentment against will have moved on. They might not even know that you’re angry at them.

But you.

You’ll still be in that same state of anger and you ruin your mood, and relationships because of it. So who’s losing out in the process?

Whatever this person did, put it behind you. Don’t let it ruin your future. If you know you did nothing wrong and everyone knows you did nothing wrong then what’s there to be upset about?

You have such a beautiful example set by the Prophet  (ﷺ). All his life he was persecuted, ridiculed and mocked by the very ones he called family. But how did he choose to respond to them? With forgiveness and kindness. And that’s how people became muslim. His noble characteristics is what softened their hearts towards Islam.

Be a better you. Forgive that person and move on. Even if that person doesn’t forgive you or acknowledge what they did.. just the sense of contentment and peace you’ll feel in your heart because of forgiving and letting go and doing the right thing wallahi, you won’t feel it anywhere else.

And maybe this is your test. And perhaps Allah is teaching you humility and patience through this. And perhaps He’s raising your status in Paradise because you endured the hardships with patience and praising Allah.

Be of the ones whom the Prophet  (ﷺ) mentioned as being the first to be called towards Paradise because they praised Allah in times of ease and in times of hardship.

May Allah ease your heart and grant you happiness in this world and in the Hereafter.

jedi-ren  asked:


ooooo finally getting to this one!! I tried to make this as angsty as possible, I hope you like it bb ❤️

225. “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”
227. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”
244. “Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.” 

“Sweetheart, you can’t be here.”

“Well, I’m not letting you go in there!”

Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now; you aren’t safe here.”

Sonny was right. It was past midnight, you were pushing eight months pregnant, and the last place you should be was outside the house where your perp was currently holding a single mom and her two little girls hostage.

When you found out that Sonny would be going in to talk the suspect down, you had practically leapt out of bed, throwing on whatever sweats you could find before speeding to the crime scene. This man was about to become a father, and there was no way you were going to let him risk his life without putting up a fight.

“Just because I’m on desk duty doesn’t mean that I can’t come to the scene,” you tried, crossing your arms indignantly.

He shook his head in exasperation. “That’s exactly what it means, and you know it.” 

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t understand why it has to be you who goes in there, Sonny,” you nearly shouted at him, hands flailing wildly. “We have a baby on the way, God forbid if something were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would even do—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he interrupted, grabbing your hands. “Look at me – just breathe, okay? Everything is going to be fine. You know I’m the only person the perp was willing to talk to before it escalated to this. If you were in my position, you would do the same thing, right?”

You nodded, willing yourself not to cry. He was absolutely right, but that didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking.

“Carisi!” Fin called from a few feet away. Sonny squeezed your shoulder before jogging over to him and Benson.

You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you kept your eyes steady on your Sonny, fiddling nervously with your wedding ring. God, please don’t take this man away from me, you prayed as he walked back over to you.

Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you,” he began, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “and I want you to promise that if anything happens, you’ll stay right here.”

“Sonny, please–”

“Promise me,” he insisted.

You looked up at him, eyes beginning to well up. “I promise,” you conceded, squeezing him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeated, pressing his lips against yours. “And I love you, little man,” he whispered, kneeling to give your belly a quick kiss. “Everything is going to be okay.”

You watched as he walked into the house, praying that his words would hold true.

anonymous asked:

no but that pic of bunny louis wearing a crown is just a lot. tiny bunny louis being king and demanding salad and attention and cuddles <3

FOR THE RECORD, this is a not-fic sequel to You’re a Rabbit, Louis, complete with pictures of rabbits I found on Google. You’re welcome. 

YES YES. PRIOR TO THE CROWN, tiny bunny Louis has an entire story where he is very sad indeed because it turns out he is in love with both Harry and Nick, and they are a couple and he’s the tag-on on the side that they can’t possibly want back the way that he wants them, so it’s just a case of waiting for them to ask him to leave. And obviously, because it’s Louis, he doesn’t want to be hit unawares by it so he tries to goad them into making the decision earlier and faster so that he can get on with being hurt and alone, but at the exact same time, he wants them SO MUCH that he can’t bear to be by himself. And being a tiny rabbit has just enforced everything he already knew; that he wants to be touched and looked after and stroked and held, but those are not okay things to be want and to ask for, so he doesn’t, and he can’t. 

(interlude for tiny bunny pictures)

(more story and bunny pictures under the read more, I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE A LOT OF BUNNY LOUIS)

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Could someone please tell me why there is such a huge discussion everywhere about J2 being oh so horrible people? I know about the joke. But all I see are posts like “@j2 please know that there are people out there who love and respect you even though you said something horrible” as if the whole fandom turned on them?

I haven’t been very active lately, so would someone please update me? I assume there are people hating on them? I’m just asking because I haven’t actually seen any hate. Just very polite criticism and a lot of support.

And social justice fine and dandy but I honestly think the whole discussion and outrage is absolutely pointless. We all know very well that Jensen and Jared are good men, probably two of the best out there. And they obviously didn’t mean to attack anyone. They made a joke and not everyone thought it was funny. Happens to all of us. Simple as that. They’re only human and - believe it or not - you and me and everyone else around says things sometimes that might trigger someone else. It’s just that our audience isn’t that huge, so it’s unlikely that anyone will point out that the joke you just made wasn’t funny to them.

This discussion has been going on for days now and meanwhile it’s way out of proportion… I don’t think J2 give a fuck about it, so why would you. It’s not like they will let us tell them what they are allowed to say and what not.


Title: Promise

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: After a week of being tortured by demons, Dean finally rescues you only to find you far worse off than he could have imagined. As he raced you to the hospital, you’re plagued by a crippling fear he had never seen in you before and it’s breaking him apart. (Told from Dean’s perspective)

Word Count: ~6,900

A/N: Oops this is longer than intended but that’s what happens when i try to write a stand alone fic 😉 ENJOY and let me know what you thought!

Waves of red, of crimson and scarlet, of auburn and ruby, flooded Dean’s vision. The second his eyes laid upon you, lying so dangerously still along the pavement of a deserted basement, his entire world collapsed. He had never seen so much blood in his life. Any relief he felt was immediately washed away with shaking hands and staggering heartbeats.

Gaping wounds covered your skin, blood soaking through the light grey t-shirt at your core. It caked deep within the roots in your hair and laid in trails of scars along your arms. Dean faltered in his stance, knees threatening to give out at the sight of you. This was never supposed to happen. You were never meant to endure this much pain. He could hardly breathe under the weight upon his chest.

The pain didn’t lessen when raced towards you, heart in his throat, his knees skidding on the pavement when the seconds it took to touch you passed by too slowly. Though everything in his body ached to feel the warmth of you against him, to feel the pulse of your heartbeat next to his, no matter how weak it was, he froze when he was just inches away.

His hands trembled as they hovered above you, afraid that the aged callouses upon his palms were too rough against the fragile nature of your skin. You were too still, too bloody and bruised, too broken.

It shattered him.

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Pairing: Tate x Reader

Warnings: Jumps straight into smut, if you’re under 18, move along please

A/N: First time posting one of my imagines, please be gentle. Dedicated to my best friend @alternateafterthought

It was so hot in the bedroom already, we had barely done anything. The dark, eerie room like a sauna. Tate came up behind me and started kissing my neck, harshly. Gripping my hair in his hand, he roughly pulled my head to side to give him more access. Small moans coming out from my mouth, before I could stop them.

“You looked so sexy today, baby girl. In that dress, hiding your body from me.” He words fanning my neck, as he slowly trailed his lips to my ear. “You should be punished.”

A shiver ran down my spine, as his words hit my ear. I let my eyes close and my head roll back onto his shoulder, running my hands through his hair. His hands gripped my waist, sure to leave marks in the morning, and pushed my front into the wall.

“And punished you will be. I’ll give it to you until you’re screaming my name.” Tate’s deep voice rang in my ear.

I couldn’t stop the pornographic moan that escaped from my lips. His kisses faltered as I pushed my hips back.

“Uh uh uh, baby, I’m in control, you have to have to be patient.” I was flipped around and pushed forcefully in the world, as his lips came crashing onto mine. His hands roughly roaming my body as mine are pulling at his hair. Moaning into his mouth as he starts to take off my shirt.

“Oh, baby girl, do you know what you go into? Oh, I bet you thought I was soft and sweet, thought an angel swept you off your feet, baby I’m about to turn up the heat.” With that he ripped my bra off, causing me to whimper.

“It’s alright, you’ll be fine. Close your eyes, not your mind.” He spoke as he guided me backwards towards the bed. Throwing me down roughly, he took off his own shirt. I hadn’t noticed I was staring until his voice broke through the air.

“Do you like what you see?” I nodded, biting my lip. He groaned, and started working off my sweats and underwear. My breathing getting faster in anticipation.

“Oh, baby, look at you. Who made you this wet, huh? Was it me? I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re soaked.” He licked straight up my heat, I threw my head back in pleasure. “Now, baby, don’t be afraid. Let me entertain you until you scream.”

“Yes, Tate! Oh god, yes!” I moaned.

“Are you sure you can handle what I’m about to do? Because it’s going to get rough for you.”

“Yes, I can handle it, Tate!” I yelled at him.

In one moment, he had me moaning for him to do something, to having me completely spent, thrashing my arms around. Not once did he let up on his harsh sucking, nor pounding his fingers into me at an incredible pace. My orgasm was nearing fast. I cried out, warning him, but he only went harder.

“TATE!” I screamed as my orgasm washed over me, and yet he kept going.

Only his fingers thrusting into, small whimpers and cries the only sound coming from me. My hips continuously bucking upwards. His arm pressed my hips down, stilling me altogether.

“Don’t move. I’m going to work it ‘till you’re totally blown.” His breath fanned my heat. He put his mouth back to work, as his other arm encircled around my hips. His harsh sucking and moans were driving me crazy. I moaned as I arched my back, fisting the sheets.

“Baby, do what I say, don’t move. Move and I stop.”

He used the tip of his tongue to flick harshly at my clit, a loud moan erupting from the back of my throat. He alternated his movements, with flicking, sucking and rough tongue fucking. My second orgasm exploded within me without warning, no scream came from me.

“That’s it baby girl, I’ll push the limit with you, baby.” He smirk wickedly up at me. His fingers came back to finish the job they started. The feeling now to too much for me.

“Tate, I don't… I can’t” My voice barely audible.

“Shh, hold on until it’s over.” His voice gentle.

His fingers set back to work, at an agonizingly slow pace. The gentle movements now prolonging my third orgasm. His hand pressed against abdomen, stop my hips from moving.

“Faster, Tate… please… I’m so close… please.” I writhed underneath him, he only chuckled darkly.

His eyes flicked to me as he dipped his head down, to my entrance. I let out a soft, long moan as he started to slowly tongue fuck me. The slow movements of his fingers rubbing circles on my clit, and the slow movements of his tongue, drew me to my breaking point. I let out a piercing scream as I was hit with my third orgasm on the night.

Tate moved his lips up my body, his hands roughly massaged my breasts. His lips came to the base of my throat, my moans ringing in his ears. At last, his lips reached my lips, roughly kissing me. He stood up and took of his pants and boxers, and hovered back over me, looking deeply into my green eyes.

“Now, baby, there’s no escaping once I start. I promise you, once I start, I’ll own your heart.” He whispered, authoritatatively. He grasped my throat, as he quickly penetrated his stiff member inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, as I gasped at the new feeling.

“Oh, you feel so good baby. You’re taking my cock so well. Oh, I’m going to hurt you real good, baby.”

With that said, he thrusted relentlessly, giving me no time to adjusted to his size. Each thrust brought a cry from lips. His lips attached themselves to my neck once again, sending bursts of pleasure through my body. He suddenly bit my neck harshly, causing me to yelp. The mixture of pain and pleasure, soon becoming too much.

“That’s it baby girl, take the pain, take pleasure. I’m the master of both, baby.” He grunted, into my ear. He suddenly changed the speed of his thrusts, to an agonizing pace. I could feel another orgasm slow approaching.

“Tate, can you pick up the pace? I’m so close.” “

You gonna cum for me again, baby girl? Huh?”

“Yes, Tate… I need to cum again.”

At my words, he pulled out completely, I was about to protest when he grabbed my arms tightly and flipped me so I was on my hands and knees. I felt his member push though my opening again, the new angle giving him the opportunity to thrust straight into my g-spot. I cried out with each thrust. He grabbed a fist full of my hair, roughly pulling my head back.

He rubbed and slapped my arse twice before encircling his arm around my waist, his fingers finding my clit. Pressing hard circles on the sensitive bub. He pulled on my hair once again, my back now pressing into his chest. His lips pressing wet kisses onto my neck, his tongue sneaked out between his lips, tasting my skin. He then bit into the flesh, I gasped, the feeling over baring.

Continuing his rough assault on my neck, his hand left my hair and found a breast. Needing and massaging roughly. He pushed my chest flat against the mattress, my face pressed into the mattress, making breathing difficult. He pulled my knees out from under me, and kept thrusting furiously. His chest against my back, each thrust he let out a low grunt from the back of his throat. His hands gripped my wrists tightly, I let out a whimper at the pain. My breaking point stirring in the pit of my stomach, rising quickly.

“Let it go, baby. Cum again for me.” Tate whispered in my ear.

My fifth and final orgasm exploded within me, my scream muffled b the mattress. Tate shot his load in me, groaning as he did so. I couldn’t move, my body numb from overstimulation. Tate pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress next to me, our breathing ragged.

“That was amazing, baby girl.” Tate said, brushing the hair out my face. I couldn’t speak, not yet, so I only smiled and nodded.

“Sleep tight, Love. You’ve been a good girl, you need your rest. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tate.”

adamantseal  asked:

Hello Sister. I am Orthodox, but I hope you won't hold that against me :) I haven't been to church or received communion in over a year. I miss God but I am afraid to go back. Every time I was in church before I stopped going, I would start crying uncontrollably and have to leave. I have anxiety and depression. I am working with my doctors to treat it. In the meantime, I don't know what to do. I was never scared before this happened. Please pray for me.

Hello my Friend! ☺️ Thank you for sharing your story with me & I absolutely love the fact you are Orthodox. I respect & love Eastern Spirituality. I am with you in your struggle & I’m praying for you. God has His own time of healing you. Trust as much as you can. Don’t force yourself into anything at this time. Pray. Find your favorite place where you can pray & be with God comfortably. The time of healing will come. Prayers! 🙏


Pairing: MakoGou [Free!]

Warnings: Lots and lots of smut (o///u///o)


He shouldn’t be surprised. He should’ve seen it coming. So when Gou entered the clubhouse -coincidently while he was changing back into his uniform- he shouldn’t have been surprised, he should have seen it coming. But this is Makoto we’re talking about, of course he was shocked to see her there, standing on the doorframe against the orange shades of the setting sun, head tilted innocently to the side, eyes piercing right through his, and of course her teeth biting down her lower lip. 

He almost chocked.

When was the first time he saw her do that? It was the exact same day Gou started this little rendezvous between them.

Under the blazing sun in the middle of practice, Makoto felt a slight brush against his naked skin.

He was startled but he didn’t move. He remained sitting on the edge of the pool, as the intrusive touch traced a sloppy pattern against his back. It was a strange feeling, maybe because he was still soaked, but the faltering caress sent shivers down his spine.

He kept his eyes on front, fixing his gaze at the bickering Rei and Nagisa on the other side of the pool. What was he supposed to do? The owner of that indiscreet finger was most certainly Gou, since Haru was diligently completing his menu for the day. Makoto was more than aware of Gou’s obsession with muscles, but she had never taken her admiration into an actual physical contact.

Just when his mind was drilling for a correct course of action against the manager’s sudden activities, he heard a small gasp and then the caress was gone.

He felt Gou stand up, and he heard her clear her throat.

“Okay! Practice is over!” her cheery voice announced, as he heard her footsteps getting away from him.

Makoto stood up as well, when he spotted Haruka getting closer to the edge. Makoto offered him his hand, and after he helped his friend out of the pool, her troubled face caught his eye.

What trapped his attention wasn’t her furrowed brow, or her flushed cheeks, but her teeth biting down on her lower lip and her shy gaze set on him. At that moment, he didn’t know why that sight was enough to stop him on his tracks.

However now, as she makes her way towards him, closing the door behind her back and he remembers his shirt remains unbuttoned, he feels the adrenaline rush. Makoto curses inwardly, because he’s unable to move under her persisting stare, because he’s helpless when it comes to Matsuoka Gou…

And because she’s biting her lip again.   

The second day was when he noticed her hands were trembling, as they began travelling down his back. Never mind that she had boldly touched him again in the middle of practice, only this time she hadn’t limit herself with a finger. She pressed both her hands flush against his trapezius, her fingers pressed against his flesh, memorizing every curve, touring his back as if it were a map, sending heat through his body. Her fingers opened, grazing as much skin as they could.  Makoto was lost in the way she seemed so daring, but her small hands betrayed her as they were shacking.

But the excursion had to end somewhere, so when the mischievous little digits brushed against his waist, he felt ticklish. Fearing he might crack a chuckle and divulge to the rest of the team the manager’s little intrusion, he turned around to tell her to stop.

Gou was startled with Makoto’s sudden reaction, crouching behind him, her hands left his body and curled in front of her in a shy manner, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were set on his with determination. The contradiction again.  He could only stare back at her, his mouth opened in a loss of words, for he had no reason to cover for her indiscretions, and yet that was exactly what he was planning to do. Why was it that for the small of a moment he felt like he didn’t want her to stop? Why was it that he felt oddly in debt to the shy yet forward Matsuoka Gou?

But just like that, his musing was cut short when she stood up and her hand tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. And she flashed Makoto a look filled with meaning, a meaning he couldn’t comprehend just yet.

Then, she did it. She bit her lower lip, eyes never leaving his. To say he was confused was an understatement.

That’s just the way it is with the paradox that is now standing in front of him, savoring the moment, rejoicing in having successfully paralyzed her pray. Gou lifts a finger and places it on Makoto’s half-opened lips. She makes a shushing sound and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows.

Her hand shoots upwards, around his neck and onto the back of his head, nestling in his olive colored hair, grabbing a fistful and lightly tugging it, just as she knows he likes. Her other hand supports her, as she places it against his uncovered chest, standing on her tiptoes and her body flinging forward. Her mouth opens and she captures the tender skin of his neck in between her lips.

Makoto can’t help but wonder how is it that she knows how to drive him crazy. Despite the fact that all he can really think about is how there’s a spot right under his jaw that stirs him and that the trail she’s leaving with her tongue is approaching it painfully slow.

His mind traveled back to the day her incursions reached a new nature, from the secret fleeting touches in the middle of practice to a more intimate and private setting.  

It was that day at Haru’s place, after practice, a friendly gathering.  Everyone was cheerfully chatting, well everyone except Haruka who was just kinda there. But her eyes would find his every so often and they would be filled with that something he couldn’t decipher.

The pressure was too much, so he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Makoto splashed water on his face as he tried to make sense of Gou’s actions. The task was almost impossible, so resigned he left the washroom with a sigh.

As soon as he stepped outside, there she was; waiting for him, leaning against the hallway wall. Makoto swallowed and he froze in place.

Gou extended her arms, cooing him to move forward, to reach her. And not knowing why, not finding an appropriate excuse to refuse her, he did. He stepped until he was on her arm’s reach and she placed her hands on his chest. His heart beat madly against her palm and this somehow made her smile, cheeks flushing red.

He mumbled her name –it was almost a question- and this made her look at him in the eye. Stepping on her toes, she did something he would’ve never imagined; she kissed him. Her lips pushed against his almost awkwardly. No matter how forward she seemed, she was as inexperienced as he was.

She seemed to have lost her balance when she pulled away, for she stumbled and he had to catch her by the arms to hold her in place. They remained silent, Makoto staring at her head because she was refusing to meet him in the eye.

But, just when her name escaped his lips again, she looked over her bangs.

And she was biting on her lip.

Makoto’s insides burnt at the sight. He placed his leg in between hers, steading her against the wall, his hands traveling up her arms to settle on her shoulders. And she tugged at his shirt, beckoning him to do something. And so he did; he bent over and he gently hovered his lips over hers, not fully confident in his state of mind just yet.

She moved forward and eliminated the short distance against them, molding her lips against his. Her hands started roaming freely over his chest and threatening to go lower as each finger traced the contour of his abs. Her sweet scent took over his senses and he felt desperation cursing through his veins.

A hunger for something unknown.

This was something completely new to him. This rush was so unfamiliar, and the more reason why it completely took over him. His hand was now pressed against the wall, as the other one found its way to her waist, pulling her against him. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, and the lack of experience in the fight of tongues made some drool drip to their chins.

It felt so right. It felt so good.  

Gou’s hands dared to go under his t-shirt, hating the barrier that prevented her from completely feeling his muscles. Makoto moaned against her lips, when her nails started a trail on his boiling skin.

But then they heard footsteps and this excursion was over. They untangled themselves from each other, panting heavily as they tried to regain some sanity. Gou gave him that look again and she mumbled something he couldn’t quite catch. He was going to ask but she suddenly turned around and began walking away. He felt like going after her, but she stopped halfway and looked at him over the shoulder.

She was biting her lip.

And now he understood why this always froze him in place. He found that action incredibly arousing. The image was so naughty… And he liked it.

 A bolt of pleasure pulls him out of his memories again. His hazy eyes find Gou crouched in front of him, lightly stroking his arousal, which she has set free while he reminisced.

It’s his turn to bite his lip, as she envelops him with her playful mouth. He stifles a moan and he unties her ponytail so he can bury his fingers on her silky hair.  He starts bucking his hips with the rhythm she has imposed, but soon his knees give in and he feels like he’ll collapse to the floor any minute now.

“G-Gou!” he warns her and she stops, not before giving his head a teasing lick. She thinks she has successfully dominated him again. But this is the funny part; she never does, and this is something she loves about him.

She just needs to light his fire and soon the pray becomes the hunter.

He places a hand on her cheek and she nestles in the caress. But she knows he’s signaling her to stand up, and so she does. He holds her against his body and he takes in the sweet scent of his girlfriend. Yes, this girl is his and his alone.

He flips them and now she’s being pinned against the wooden shelving that serves as the swim team’s lockers. He diligently starts unbuttoning her shirt, marveling at the skin he exposes.

He’s so lucky.

He’s so lucky.

He’s so lucky.

And when he has removed the offending article of clothing he hugs her tightly. Pressing her exposed chest flush against his. She’s not wearing a bra, she likes to tease him during the day, giving him glimpses of something he’d have to wait for.

She’s just naughty like that… and he loves it.

He loves her.

And he rejoices every day at the knowledge that her heart is his.

He had waited for her at the end of practice -the day after their kissing incident. She seemed really surprised, that he was there. But he needed answers. So he walked towards her with determination, his heart beating at her troubled expression. He offered to walk her home and she reluctantly accepted, wary of his sudden change of demeanor.

They walked in silence for a while, and he found himself enjoying her company more than he should. The happy feeling settling on his chest was preventing him to ask about the matter at hand.

He was suddenly afraid that she’d tell him she did all of that out of curiosity; because he was the easiest target, because she just really wanted to feel some muscles. That wouldn’t really be odd, she had always liked ogling at guys anyways.

That sent an unpleasant feeling through his body. He felt angry. What if she was also doing this to other guys?

But that wasn’t really his problem, he had no right over her.

He stopped walking and she noticed a couple of steps later. She turned around and stared at him quizzically, but he still couldn’t find the guts to ask. He probably looked very troubled because she…

She bit her lip.

And that was enough. He found his drive.



“…Why?” he found that he couldn’t actually formulate the question. How could he possibly ask something like that.

“Does it bother you?” she had understood where he was going.

“I-it’s not that. It’s just tha-” but he was cut off by her lips. It was a chaste kiss, prepping him for her chaste words.

“Because I’m in love with you,” she whispered, her face still inches away from his. “And this is the only way I could think of conveying my feelings…”

“It’s not because you like muscles?” he realized he sounded like and idiot, but he hardly cared. She shook her head blushing. “S-so you’d never do this to anyone else, right?” she shook her head again biting her lower lip and he felt like scolding her for doing it, because it made him want to kiss her.

Ah. How he likes Matsuoka Gou.

“Y-yes it’s true that I like muscles and that I sometimes look at other guys but… Suddenly I was watching only you… and I…” How stupid of him to have doubt her. How stupid of him to have made her say those words. This was probably harder for her than it was for him. “I thought I was okay with just that, but it wasn’t enough… I’m sorry for pushing my selfish feelings on you and troubling yo-” He grabbed her by her chin and this time he cut her off with a kiss.

“It’s no trouble at all,” he smiled at her. “I’m new to all of this… But I’m certain that I like you too.”

Somehow, the memory brings a pang to his chest. He’s so lucky to have the innocent yet mischievous team manager in his arms right now. In the club house, where she’s all his. He wishes that he’d realized sooner that he was madly in love with her.  

He feels her hands drawing patterns on his back, under his shirt. And Makoto decides that it’s enough recalling for today. Gou from the present was persistent not to let him ponder anyways. 

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m just thinking I’m the luckiest man alive,” and she chuckles against his chest.

“There you go being cheesy again…”

“I love you, you know…” when she confessed her feelings for him, she had told him that she loved him, but he had replied that he liked her. Now, that he’s aware of the intensity of their feelings, their relationship, he makes sure to tell her just how much he loves her everyday.

He’ll make up for that day over and over again.              

“I know. I love you too.”

“Mm…” he starts kissing her neck. “I’m glad.”

“Not as much as I am,” she states, because she feels his fingers traveling up her skirt.

She begins to grind against his hand, which has already reached her drenched underwear. She’s already too aroused to loose time with foreplay. But he likes to tease her thoroughly. He likes it when she begs. So he strokes her over her panties and she lets out a pleased whimper.

He pushes the fabric to the side and slides two fingers inside of her, it’s easy because she’s so wet already.  She clings to his opened shirt and pulls him to her lips, where she drowns her moans against his.

Ah. She’s so naughty.

Trying to be in control one more time, she twirls around and pushes her behind against his arousal. Looking at him over her shoulder, biting her lip. She knows he loves it. It drives him mad.

And it does.

He lifts her skirt and he places himself over her buttocks, grinding between her cheeks as he still pumps his digits inside of her. She’s about to be thrown over the edge, he knows it because she’s clinging to the wooden shelves for her life.

She’s moaning his name uncontrollably and he can’t take it anymore. This also counts as begging, he decides.

He removes his fingers and before she can protest; he slams himself inside of her in one thrust, filling her completely. He starts an aggressive rhythm, going in and out of her with desperation. She turns slightly and she grabs him, pulling him by the back of his head, sticking her tongue out so he’d let her roam inside his mouth.

She’s naughty like that.

And he loves it; so he obliges.

Their moans sound choppy -their tongues dancing on a sloppy kiss dulling their cries- and the only other sound being the slapping sound of their violent tempo. His hands travel to her front, where he meets her full breasts. He pitches her nipples and this makes her crumble, she tightens around him and her legs buck.

They fall to the ground, but she holds herself with her knees and elbows. She’s shacking in ecstasy, for she has reached her orgasm. But he’s still not there yet, so he rides her trough her climax; holding himself with his knees, holding her by her hips, watching his member appear and disappear inside of her.

Shoving himself inside of her, until he sees white when his orgasm finally hits him.

Makoto lets out a grunt. He wraps his arms around her and he sits, supporting her back on his chest, refusing to let her go as he continues to spill inside of her.

He places his forehead on her shoulder and he struggles to catch his breath.

“You know… My mother will be late tonight…” she says, resting her cheek against his, grinding her hips slightly so he’ll catch her drive.

“Aren’t you tired?”

She turns around and circles her arms around his neck.


“B-but, Gou!”

And she bites her lower lip.

And suddenly he’s not tired anymore.

“I love you, Makoto…” she bites his ear lobe.

Ah. What’s he going to do with her? Because she’s just naughty like that, and he loves it.

He loves her.

“Me too.”

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Ahh! I’m sorry I just had this idea of naughty Gou I couldn’t shake off of my head (X///u///X) *hides in embarrassment* I hope you liked it! :3


“I feel like sleeping my life away right now.” She said quietly, burying her face in her knees.

“No, don’t.” He replied as he moved closer to her, close enough to wrap his arms around her.

“I know things are rough now but you need to know that you are not walking alone. If you think that you are going to go through all of this alone, know that I won’t let that happen. I will take your hand and shoulder all of the worries, pain, burdens, and everything that fucks you up, together with you.”

“Listen,” he said to her, resting his chin on her head, “no matter what happens, I’ll hold your hand and we will go against the world.”

“You will always have me by your side, you know?”
—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #89 // I won’t leave you, so please don’t leave me.”

There is a common trope in phanphic that I have never understood:

In all the phics I’ve ever read(granted,they were fics where E/C was endgame), Raoul has always been very reserved when it comes to giving affection.

I can understand this when they are both in public and he only does small things like hold Christine’s hand or giver her peck on the cheek for propriety’s sake, but when they are alone he’ll just kiss her and that’s it. If Christine so much as experimentally flicks her tongue against his bottom lip, he recoils from her.

The man is a naval officer and a member of high society with more money than he can spend in a lifetime. He‘s wined dined at least a few women before he found Christine again.

Don’t sleep on Raoul.

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summary: 29. rival CEOs who secretly fuck au. send me a prompt from this list. requested by kayla-ships-klaine-and-destiel, and 4 other Anonymous users.

word count: ~ 2,900 

rating: m. i’m serious.

a/n: ok mostly just smut and some feels, but MOSTLY SMUT. is under the cut bc some people won’t want to read this. now let me go fly to alaska without internet and never be seen again for writing this.

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