her voice sounds a little bit different too

Fake Girlfriend 4 || Dan Howell

A/N: The response to part 3 was just overwhelming! thanky ou so much 💕

THIS IS THE FINAL PART!

Word Count: 1.5K 

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by salaiiinspire

“I wasn’t acting.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She actually wanted to kiss me? My eyes widened as I intensively looked at her. My heart was suddenly racing. Y/N stopped staring at her feet and our gazes met. Her eyes spoke of surprise just like mine did. We just stood there in the middle of the woods, our faces cold and hands sweating. The girl in front of me with the cute red nose was the same one I used to fight with whenever we met. I used to despise her and my hate was returned. So, what happened to us?  Because right at that moment I longed to kiss her sweet pink lips even if it were the last thing that I did.

I swallowed hard. I should’ve probably said something but all I could think about was kissing her. I moved closer to her, leaving footprints in the snow with every step I took. Since she was shorter than me she lifted her head to look up as soon as I stood right in front of her, our chests almost touching. I could feel my body already prickling. She was so damn beautiful. Y/N got on her tiptoes. There were only inches between us. I could feel her warm breath on my cold skin. The spark was almost there. I leaned in to close the distance between us and then?  Shouts.

“Daniel, Y/N! Where are you?” Aunt Sarah’s voice echoed through the forest.

We had fallen behind a while ago and had last seen my relatives more than ten minutes ago. They probably thought we were lost somewhere around here since there were a lot of different paths.

I groaned in annoyance, seeing my aunt and her soon to be husband. ‘We were about to kiss god damn it.’ I wanted to angrily shout in their faces. Maybe I groaned a bit too loud because Y/n started giggling at my exasperation. Just the sound of her little laugh made me calm down.

“We are here!” I shouted back.

After less than 5 minutes we had caught up to my relatives.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to worry you. We just.. uhm needed a minute to ourselves.” I apologized, scratching the back of my head.

“You both know that the fertility luck of that squirrel you saw lasts longer than just a few minutes, right?” my grandma asked, winking again.

Oh my god. Here she goes again. Why does she always have to do this? I mentally facepalmed myself and just laughed it off while Y/N stayed silent in embarrassment.

“I hope you didn’t search for us too long?” I asked with a slight feeling of guilt. Unfortunately, Harry was the first one to answer.

“Well Dan, Auntie Sarah was actually quite worried about you. You must know Y/N, that when Dan and I were 12 we used to play hide and seek here in the woods and Dan got lost for a whole afternoon. When we found him in the evening he was crying his eyes out and since then we weren’t allowed to play here anymore.” Harry ended his anecdote with a bitter laugh and I wondered how many stories that make me seem like the biggest loser on Earth there were.

Much to my liking though Y/N was on my side and not his. Her way of killing was kindness. She just laughed at my 12 year old self and took my hand in hers. Her small fingers felt cold under her knitted gloves so I tried to rub some warmth into her hands.

“Is that why you are scared of trees and the dark?” she wanted to know with a grin and I was surprised that she knew that about me.

Since it was way past midday we soon returned to my aunt’s mansion. Sarah made hot chocolates for all of us to warm up. Later today most of my other relatives would arrive since the wedding was tomorrow. Me and Y/N walked up to our room in silence. My thoughts were racing though. We weren’t even friends when we got here, she was just my fake girlfriend and now? What were we now?

Instead of talking about what happened during our little walk we just talked. About how we both met Phil, what are favourite movies were, what we were scared of as children and topics like that. The only thing we didn’t talk about was our first kiss, our second kiss and our almost kiss. I think we were both unsure of what the other would say and we just didn’t know how to address it. At five in the afternoon there was a knock on our door, making me stop talking mid-sentence.

“Hey, lovebirds. Most of your aunts, uncles and cousins have arrived, Dan. Why don’t you two come downstairs to have dinner with all of us?”

“Sure, auntie.” I said while Y/N sweetly smiled at Sarah.

We got up from the armchairs near the big window that we were sitting on. Y/N checked her hair in the mirror on the wall before she approached the door.

“I can’t believe that out of all girls in the world, it’s you who is my fake girlfriend.” I uttered with astonishment.

My words made Y/N stop in the middle of her tracks. She turned around to look at me and when I saw her face I realized that she had completely misunderstood what I had said. I was trying to compliment her. I was simply expressing my amazement because the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world agreed to act like she is my girlfriend. She had interpreted what I said differently, in a negative way.  

“Y/N I didn’t mean it like-“ I defended myself trying to make this, whatever this was, okay again.

“Let’s just go meet your family.” She snapped and walked out of the door.

 Smooth Dan Howell. Real smooth.

I headed after her, wanting to apologize, but it was already too late.

“Daniel dear!” various relatives exclaimed with glee when they saw me and I shook a lot of hands instead of kissing Y/N.

What I soon learned was that Y/N was indeed a really good actress. She acted like the perfect girlfriend and made us seem like we were the happiest couple on Earth. Only I knew that she was actually mad at me. What was I even thinking when I said that? Why didn’t I ask her to be my girlfriend already?

The horror that I might have ruined whatever we could have had made my heart want to explode. We sat at the table talking and chatting with everybody, eating dinner and answering questions about our fake relationship.

“Looking at you two makes me want to be young again.” My grandma said with a smile.

Y/N blushed and squeezed my hand underneath the table.  It was just an act but I wanted it to be real so badly.

So I plunged in at the deep end.  I moved closer to her, my palms sweaty.

“I’m  I am – uh.. falling for you, Y/N.” I whispered into her ear, my heartbeat almost louder than my words.

I watched her face lose colour at my words. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again.

I could tell that she was shouting “Dan?!” inside of her head right now.

Dessert couldn’t be served soon enough and we nearly jumped up from our seats when we were finished. We took two stairs at the same time, nearly sprinting to our room. When I shut the door behind me, there was nothing and nobody holding us back anymore.

“CAN WE FINALLY TALK ABOUT THIS?!” Y/N screamed, but just as those words had left that pretty mouth of hers I had stumbled forward to where she stood and crashed my lips onto hers. I was finally kissing her, no acting just real feelings. She immediately kissed back and there was that famous spark again. My whole body was on fire as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she tangled her fingers in my hair. There was no space between our bodies left as we moved our lips in perfect rhythm.  

We broke apart staring at each other in sheer amazement.

I was still out of breath but she was right, we had to talk about his. So I swallowed hard and talked.

“Okay so, first of all I just want you to know I am not acting right now. It’s all real and I never should have lied.

The second thing I want you to know is that what I said before dinner was supposed to be a compliment, but it looks like I am just freaking dumb.

The third confession is that I have fallen so hard for you and every time I kiss you it feels like I am actually on fire.”

Y/N and I had the biggest smiles on our faces as I finally spoke my mind.

“Oh and fourth, I’m tired of this fake girlfriend thing. The ‘fake’ part just doesn’t work out for me.”

Kismet [01] // Saizo

Note: Before you actually read on, I’ll have you know that this is set in a Modern AU with no real drama or an engaging plot. Most of the details came from Sari’s ( @rainbowatnight ) head canons for modern Saizo which were too cute and I hope I can give justice to cause I’m really awful at writing fluff.

There’s no fixed number of episodes, like everyday life. It can go long or short, there could be a conclusion or none at all but I’m pretty certain that there’s an episode two. So… that’s all. Leave your thoughts~

Tagging @demon-princess-anastasia cause you said you wanted to be tagged.

Kismet : Episode One

It was just the same as any other day, that day when he first met her.

Nothing’s unusual and out of routine, he’s in this overly familiar cafe that seems to have no other customers aside from him and a bunch of high school girls gossiping about whatever strikes their fancy.

He sat from the faraway corner like always and pulled out his book. It was his work, something that he wrote a long time ago and was still working on the sequels cause apparently - it’s kinda popular.

He was just minding his own business, making notes on the things that he’d like to expound on the sequel when somebody dared approached him and broke his routine.

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fic: hurts a little less

Blue gets the worst cramps of her life and nearly faints during a reading.

Her mother helps her upstairs, leaving the client in Orla’s hands- only temporarily, thank God- and orders her to bed rest for the day.

“You have so many appointments, though,” Blue argues. Her voice sounds weak even to her own ears, and she knows she’s fighting a losing battle. 

Maura crosses her arms across her chest. “I’ll make do without you. It’s what I did the first twenty years of my life.” Somehow she has the ability to sound stern whilst looking caring and concerned. She smoothes her hand over Blue’s forehead. “Don’t you worry about me. You just rest up. I’ll make some tea for you in a bit, okay?”

All Blue can do is nod, her face contorting as her abdomen screams in agony. She can’t help the moan of pain that comes out of her mouth.

“Oh, honey.” Maura bends down to kiss her cheek, her forehead creased in worry, and then lets herself out of Blue’s room, shutting the light off behind her.

Blue huffs out a sigh of frustration, although she can’t tell if she’s frustrated with herself or her ovaries or goddamn mother nature. Whatever. She’s handled far worse than this, right? This is nothing.

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I move the stars for no one

This fic is my second (2 of 3, omg) submission to @kh-worldsconnected, a KH big bang/fanzine I helped organize.  The theme was “time;” it was intended to be an adaptation of Jim Hensen’s Labyrinth, however, with a word count limit of only 5k, I’m afraid I had to gloss over and cut more than I wanted to. Still, I’m happy with how it came out, and hope you guys enjoy it, too!  Be sure to check out the blog for the rest of the submissions!

There is also an art paired with this, by @hakeism which I will link as soon as I see it posted!  I can’t wait for you guys to see it, you can see it here, it’s fantastic!  <3

I move the stars for no one

Riku had been the Goblin King for as long as his subjects could remember. Not that it counted for much, since goblins were known to have poor long-term memories, but then, there was no need to remember a king before Riku. Still, he himself remembered. He hadn’t always been the Goblin King. There had been another, before him, Terra, but it had been a long time ago, and even Riku’s memory was hazy. He couldn’t remember what had happened to Terra, or even much of his life before he’d become the Goblin King.

It wasn’t important, anyway.

The Goblin King, despite his title, did little to rule the Goblin City. Sometimes he might cause a little mischief in the human world, or command his subjects to some frivolous task, but really, there wasn’t much to demand of them that they weren’t already inclined to do. There wasn’t any need for a goblin king; he just was. He was different from all of the other goblins, taller, and fair of face, and so they made him king, and that was all.

What Riku didn’t know, was that he hadn’t always been a goblin. He didn’t know that he’d once been human, a little boy, stolen from his family by Terra, and cursed to be a goblin, like all children who passed a day in the Goblin City, the only difference being that he’d retained his human countenance. Riku didn’t know that Terra, before him, had been the same, and that the curse had been lifted by someone with a pure heart, and that that was how he’d become the Goblin King.

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Differences

Pairing: Fremione

Word Count: 2,094

Summary: A quick argument in the halls ends up being more enlightening than either Fred or Hermione had expected. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything illegal on you, would you?”

He jumped, letting out a stream of profanity until he turned and remembered that she was certainly not someone that he should be swearing in front of. She glared up and him, hip jutting out and arms tightly crossed over her chest in disapproval. One of her feet tapped in an infuriating tandem and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had perfected this stance and practiced it in the months before her year as prefect.

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“You’re All Grown Up Now” (Stepbrother!Michael Smut)

Summary: Michael comes home to spend some time with his family. Mostly he really wanted to see his stepsister, Y/N. It’s been four years since they last saw each other and Michael wants to spend some stepbrother/stepsister time with her. What he gets is something that he never imagined happening between the two of them…ever…

Warning: Smut, and language.

Requested: Yes and no. I wanted to do this and my friend encouraged me to do this.

Dedication: @sydneyboo14 because you encouraged me to write this smut.

If you have requests feel free to message me! I love to write so send me all the crazy ass ideas your dirty minds can think of! :)

*Written on Wednesday June 8th, 2016*

*I DO NOT own that GIF of Michael.*

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Michael’s P.O.V.

When my dad got remarried about seven years ago now when I was thirteen years old I didn’t just gain a new stepmother, but I got a stepsister as well. My stepsister Y/N is a year younger than me, and she was twelve when our parents got married and she was eight when we met each other. So, it’s safe to say that we have watched each other grow up.

I haven’t been home for a while now because of my band touring and also due to the fact that I live in California now. Whenever I am home I usually stay with my mum and Y/N is always off at school or off with her friends or something so I haven’t seen her in like four years since I was sixteen. But this time I am staying with my dad and I made sure that I was going to see her when I came home. It’s been too fucking long.

I knock on my dad’s front door and I wait there a moment for someone to answer it. I stand there awkwardly alone all by myself with the handle of my suitcase from tour in my hand. When it opens a girl I hardly even recognize is standing in the doorway.

She looks like Y/N but just a bit older. So I am assuming this young woman is her all grown up now. I mean Y/N is nineteen years old now, so she’s not going to look like she did the last time that I saw her four years ago when she was just fifteen. But the weird thing is I don’t want her to be Y/N and I am kind of wishing that it’s not Y/N because I am feeling myself become automatically sexually attracted to this girl just at first look at her.

“Y/N?” I ask totally unsure that this strikingly drop dead gorgeous young woman standing in front of me is my little stepsister.

The last time that I saw Y/N she was fifteen years old and she hardly had any boobs yet, she was as thin as fucking rail skinny and lanky, she was still fighting her acne all over her young teenage face, and she wore glasses over her eyes. Now she’s a young nineteen year old young woman. She’s beautiful with gorgeous hair, beautiful cleared up skin, breathtaking smoldering eyes with no more glasses, and she has the sexiest curves I’ve ever seen on any other woman ever in my life.

She’s not a little kid anymore, that was for sure.

“Hi Mikey!” She exclaims excitedly and before I know it her arms are wrapped around my torso because she is still a but shorter than me so she can’t reach her arms around my neck. She’s pressing her sexy, curvy body up against mine tightly and I am taken back for a second by this sudden feeling of her body on mine. I want to physically slap myself for how much I am enjoying this hug right now. Why am I enjoying this so much?

Oh, that’s right…Boobs…

I greet hugging her back with an awkward sounding, “Hey.”

“I missed you so much, Michael,” She tells me as she steps back breaking our hug. Even her voice was a bit different now. The last time I heard her voice, it was sweet like bubblegum and pure. Now, it’s a bit lower and it has a bit of a little rasp in it. God, she was so sexy to me. Everything about her is so sexy to me and I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not. It felt so fucking wrong, but at the same time it felt so fucking right.

“I missed you too, Y/N. I hardly even recognized you without your glasses.” I tell her giving her a smile as I step into the house now. I looked like shit, and she looked so good. I just got off the plane from tour and I needed to shower. I smelt like plane, Doritos, and Red Bull.

“Oh yeah, I wear contacts now,” she informs me with a sweet smile on her lips. The lips I wanted to kiss so badly right now.

God! Michael fucking stop it! She’s your little sister! You fucking creep!

I desperately peel my green eyes away from my now distractingly hot and certainly not-so-little-anymore stepsister and I look around the house for a second trying to find my dad or my stepmum and I don’t see my them anywhere. Fuck my life! I really needed one of them here right now so Y/N wouldn’t distract me anymore with her new hotness. When I don’t see either of them anywhere I ask her, “Where are our parents at?”

“Oh, they’re both out. They went to the store. They actually just left like not even five minutes ago.” She informs me with a smile on her nice, plump lips again. I can tell form her outfit of just a tank top and tight ass yoga shorts that she has no intentions of leaving the house today and she was just having a lazy day in front of the TV.

As nice as that sounded, and as much as I could use a lazy day in front of the TV with my little sister, I would rather she put some more clothes on before I joined her in that because we usually share a blanket on the couch when we do that, and the last thing I needed was an awkward boner while watching TV with my little sister. Fuck that.

“Cool,” I nod my bleach blond head at her up and down trying to keep my cool even though on the inside I was screaming. “I think I’m going to take a quick shower then. I smell like plane.”

“You smelt fine to me when I hugged you,” She says shrugging her shoulders at me.

“Thanks, but I need a shower. I’ll be right back.” I head up the stairs then quickly with my suitcase in my hand getting as far away from Y/N and her new sexiness as I can right now.

Once I’m upstairs I first go into my bedroom here where I gathered up my things I would need to take a shower and I brought them into the bathroom with me where I started up the water letting it get warm while I stripped down out naked of my sweatpants and band t-shirt and got into the shower letting the now warm water fall onto me hitting my back.

My shower was nice and warm and somewhat refreshing. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how different Y/N looks now. I had missed some pretty crucial growing up years in her life I guess. That’s why she looks so different now than the last time I saw her four years ago. Just hugging her out there was different too. I wasn’t hugging my little sister out there, I was hugging a young woman. A beautiful, curvy, unbelievably sexy young woman.

Fuck. Michael, stop it! You’ve known her since she was fucking eight years old this isn’t right. Don’t think about her like that…But it’s hard not to though. With her sexy curves, smoldering eyes, gorgeous hair, and that new low, and a little bit raspy, voice that comes out of those nice, plump, kissable lips.

I decided that I thought my stepsister was hot now. There. I fucking admitted it to myself. She’s not actually my little sister for crying out loud. We’re not blood related so it shouldn’t be that weird for me to think she’s attractive. I did, however, force myself to stop thinking about her like that right now so I wouldn’t pop a boner while in the shower. I would save those thoughts for later tonight in my bedroom and just get it all out of my system then.

When I get out of the shower I realize that I forgot something kind of important; A fucking towel. Shit. I open the cabinet under the sink where the towels usually are and there are none. I check in the other cabinet and it’s nothing but Y/N’s girly hair and feminine products. Fuck!

I open the bathroom door and call out to Y/N for help. “Y/N! Can you bring me a towel Please? There’s none in the bathroom!”

“Sure Mikey! One second!” She calls back to me a moment later.

I get back into the bathtub so I wouldn’t get the bathroom floor any wetter than I already had and I waited for Y/N to bring me a towel. When she enters the bathroom a moment later I cover my dick holding it in both of my hands so she can’t see it.

It’s not that I’m self conscious about my dick size, I’m not, I just don’t want my little sister seeing it is all. But she sure obviously doesn’t seem to mind what she’s fucking wearing right now. She’s in just her underwear and her tank top now with no shorts on. What the fuck is she doing wearing no shorts around me in just her fucking panties?

“Where’d your shorts go, Y/N?” I ask her taking towel from her opening it with one free hand. As I begin to wrap it around my waist she answers my question of where her now missing shorts went.

“I got kinda cold downstairs so I went to put on some pants. I was in the middle of changing when you asked me to bring you a towel. I didn’t even think to put on pants I just stopped what I was doing and got you a towel.” She explains to me as I step out of the bathtub again.

Her voice was fast and she was blabbering and her cheeks look flushed and red. I know she didn’t just run her way from her bedroom where she was changing to the bathroom. She was fucking lying to me right now. She wasn’t changing in her room, she was doing something else.

“You look like you just ran a mile or something, Y/N,” I tease her.

She rolls her eyes at me and with a sigh she admits something to me that I really wished that she would have kept to herself at that moment. “Okay, fine, you caught me. I wasn’t changing when you called me.”

I probably should have kept my questions to myself at this moment, but I just couldn’t I was so curious. “Well then what were you doing?”

In a low, almost even shy sounding voice, she says, “I was touching myself.”

“What?” I asked in shock. Bloody fucking hell. Now I have to play it off like I didn’t just visualize my little stepsister pleasing herself, because I totally fucking did. More material for tonight I guess. “What the hell, Y/N? I did not need to know that!”

“I know,” she groans embarrassed. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

I let out a sigh. That was pretty fucking hot, not even going to lie. “No, you’re fine, Y/N. You’re all grown up now. You can masturbate in the comfort of your own bedroom if you want to.”

Her response was something that I never, ever thought that I’d ever hear my fucking little sister say to me. “Well, would it make you uncomfortable if I told you that I was thinking about you?”

Now, this is supposed to be the part where I say something along the lines of “Hell fucking yes that makes me uncomfortable, Y/N! Very uncomfortable! Dammit, Y/N, you’re my little sister for crying out loud! We’ve known each other since we were kids and we shouldn’t be thinking about each other like that!” But I don’t. Instead, my dumbass decides to respond with this: “No, that doesn’t make me uncomfortable, Y/N.”

“It doesn’t?” She asks sounding surprised.

“No,” I shake my wet, blond head no to her.

Her voice still sounds surprised. “Really?”

“Really,” I reply repeating the word. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable because I want you the same way.”

She doesn’t respond with words, instead she basically leaps onto me planting her plump lips onto mine kissing me. The kiss was hard and passionate at the same time. It was exactly how it should have been.

“This is so wrong,” I mumble pulling away from her kiss.

“I know, but it feels so right.” She replies and then her lips are on mine again. We stand there in the bathroom making out like this for a moment and then I remember that our parents could come home at any minute now. We shouldn’t be making out in the fucking bathroom.

I pull away from her kiss again even though I really don’t want to and in a breathy voice I say, “Bedroom. Now.” And she nods her head in agreement and we take off her her bedroom down the hall.

When we reach her bedroom I drop my towel and close the door behind us and she lays down on her bed. She is so ready for whatever is about to happen next and I know that I am too. Fuck, I never thought that this would ever be happening between the two of us but holy shit I am so fucking glad that it is.

I walk over to her bed and I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and I grip onto them sliding them down while saying, “It’s not fair that I’m the only naked one here,” Trying to be as seductive as I possibly can to her right now.

Once her panties are off of her body I toss them on the bedroom floor on the side of her bed. She sits up taking her tank top off next and tosses that on the ground next to her panties. I crawl onto the bed then getting on top of her and when I reach her face my lips instantly attach back onto hers hungrily wanting more of her.

My arms snake around her curvy body. I struggled only for a quick moment as I began to unhook her bra taking that off of her too. Now we’re both totally naked and I know what’s about to happen next. I just have to make sure of something before this goes any further first.

“Have you ever gone all the way before, Y/N?” I ask her hoping that the answer is yes. I was willing to have sex with my stepsister right now as long as I wasn’t her first time. I didn’t want to take her virginity. This was strange as it was I didn’t need that factor on top of it.

“Yes,” she nods her head up and down to me with a smirk on her lips. “I have gone all the way before.”

“Good,” I reply with a smirk. I begin to kiss her again. I kiss her lips down her jawline until I am at her neck, then I whisper, “Because I wasn’t going to be your first. That’s where I draw the line,” into her ear.

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to be my first, Michael. But fuck, your cock is going to be the biggest one I’ve ever had inside of me.” She assures me and I become so fucking hard when she says my name like that. God I wanted her so bad right now. 

No, scratch that. I didn’t want her. I needed her so bad right now.

I kiss down her perfect body stopping when I get to her breasts taking the nipple of one of them into my mouth sucking on it hard. She lets out a moan letting me know she likes that. After a good moment of that I release her nipple and while moving onto the other one I say, “God your body is so fucking perfect,” and begin sucking on her other nipple earning another turned on moan from Y/N.

I kiss down the rest of her body leaving little marks in a line down her stomach. I grab hold of her knees and kiss down her thighs teasing her. “Ugh, Mikey, please don’t tease me like that. Do something. I need you,” she begs me practically moaning it. She was so ready for me.

I open her legs up wide and see how wet she is and what I am working with here. She’s fucking dripping already so wet with the anticipation build up I just gave her. She really does need me right now. “Wow, Y/N, you’re so wet. I can’t wait to know how you taste.” I say astounded that I did this to her in that short amount of time.

I lick one long strip up her pussy tasting her juices and making her moan out something loud and animistic like she was in a porno or something like that. Then she adds the word, “Fuck,” when I do it again. It was enough of this teasing. It was time for the real pleasure.

I suck and lick at her clit adding two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She groans and moans out loudly and her hands tangle up into my bleach blond hair. I was sending her to fucking Heaven right now and it was making my ego grow huge, (and no, I’m not talking about my dick. I’m talking about my actual ego).

Once I know she’s getting close to her orgasm I stop eating her out and I bring my self back up to her lips. I kiss her right on the mouth so she can taste herself on my lips. “Do you have a rubber?” I ask pulling away from her lips.

“I’m on the pill,” she replies and that’s all I fucking needed to hear. I line myself up with her entrance and slide myself into her slowly letting the new tension inside of her build.

I start by moving slowly as I begin to thrust in and out of her letting Y/N adjust to my size. I can’t believe that I am fucking my stepsister right now. The girl I’ve known since she was eight years old. I mean I guess it could be a lot worse really. Like, she could actually be my blood related sister or something gross like that. So, what Y/N and I are doing right now isn’t technically speaking incest here, right?

I pick up my pace going faster and fast in and out of her until I’m at an even fast pace. Her eyes are screwed shut and her head is tilted back on her pillow giving me the face of pure bliss. My eyes scan down her body and I examine the new purple marks on her body I gave her as I fuck her hard and senseless. She’s moaning out loudly and she’s bringing me closer and closer to my high every time she lets out one of her moans. God she was so fucking hot it was unbelievable.

Then I hear the sound of the front door open. I know it’s our parents home from the grocery store. I stop thrusting at the sound of it suddenly terrified. I was paralyzed in fear. “Fuck,” I breathe out scared.

“Y/N!” We hear my stepmum call out most likely from the bottom of the staircase, “Come help us put the groceries away please!”

“Okay,” she calls back to her mum, “Just a second, Mum!” She brings her eyes back to me and gives me a daring look. “We have thirty fucking seconds to finish this before she comes up here to get me. Can you do it?”

I nod my head back to her and I give her a devilish grin. “Yes I can,” I tell her and then I slam back into her. My thumb rests on her clit as I begin to rub it hard as I fuck her into oblivion Her eyes screw shut again and her back arches as she is taken over by the pleasure.

She beings to moan so loudly I have to place my other free hand over her mouth so our parents don’t hear what’s going on right now between their children. When she hits her high it triggers my own and I come inside of her as she orgasm around my dick. I slide off off her and we lay there on her bed catching our breath for a moment before she springs up out of bed to put clothes on to go help our parents put away groceries.

“I’ll tell them that you’re here and that you took a shower. That’ll give you time to get dressed.” She tells me before she exits her bedroom.

“Y/N,” I say catching her attention again. She turns around to look at me. “It was really nice seeing you again.”

She smiles her sweet smile at me. “It was nice to see you again, too, Mikey.”

Extract from chapter 1 of the Christmas of μ’s SID

This translation was intended to come before the December 5 special aired.

To my mind (partly because of Emitsun’s and Soramaru’s remarks on Fight Club #1), I’ve always thought of the song that came of this as Sore wa Bokutachi no Kiseki.

Nozomi is the narrator. This is only an extract, the whole chapter itself is much longer.

If the forms of address feel different from what you’re used to, that’s because Kimino-sensei is inconsistent with those used in the TV series and SIF, but that shouldn’t detract from anything in particular.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Felicity's cousin comes to visit and she's really mean to Felicity, ridicules her relationship with Oliver, and flirts with him. Felicity is hurt and jealous. Happy Olicity ending obviously :) Ps: your writing is really good

Prompt! I love prompts :) and thank you very much! Hope you like this 💜

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It was the worst time possible for Felicity’s cousin to come and visit.

Honestly she wasn’t even her real cousin.

Once her mother dated that guy. They were pretty serious. One day Felicity and her mother met sister and her daughter.

And that’s how Felicity gained a cousin named Taylor.

Even when her mother and that man broke up the young girl insisted for them to stay in contact.

At first girls got along very well. They were in the same age and they spent a lot of time together but then college came and Taylor changed so much Felicity couldn’t stand her.

They parted their ways staying in contact just in polite manner.

But today it changed.

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Request -- I was wondering if you could do a imagine where you've been Cas' girlfriend for like 2 years and Naomi captures the reader and Cas gets her back and she has a scar on her hand from being stabbed and Cas rubs it all the time. Pleased

(I hope that you like it!)


The reddish-brown hair tucked neatly into a twisted bun, not a single hair sticking up or out of place. You were sure that it always stayed perfect after studying it multiple times in order to alleviate the physical and mental pain that was relentlessly flowing through your body. The two apatite jewels that penetrated yours and were unmoving when they stared, full of greed and longing for information that you couldn’t even begin to dig up out of your brain; they were the ones that weren’t at all like the clear, calm oceans that you enjoyed waking up to in the mornings. Pink-glossed lips speaking, no, hissing menacing words into your ears that reverberated throughout your mind and bounced off of its walls until they grew so painful that you wished to the long-gone God that you would just cease to exist right then and there. That never happened, though, and you were still forced to writhe against the silver bindings that strapped you in a chair; through all of the agony, you hadn’t even known how long you had been kept prisoner. All you had known was that your torture never stopped, and now, you were reliving it again.

Naomi’s blue eyes, cut into wicked facets, gazed into yours with no mercy at all. Those pink lips were curved into the sly smile that she always had on, and you tried to ignore what she said by instead listening to the sound of her heels clicking against the floor. That just made her turn up the volume of her voice in your head even louder, though, and it made you wince and coil against your restraints; you desperately wanted to put your hands over your ears, but even as you struggled, you knew that that wouldn’t make a difference at all.

“I think that we’re having just a little bit too much fun here, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” As those words echoed through your mind, you cringed and watched helplessly as she put her hands on the armrests of the chair that you were bound to, leaning over you. “Just give me the information that I need, and this can be completely civilized.”

What she said was absolutely calm and reasonable, but it sounded like she was yelling at you straight into your ears. Your jaw clenched, trying to fight your way out once more.

Just stop it! was what you wanted to scream out so badly, but it was as if your mouth had been sewn shut, the needle and thread that did the work not in sight.

"I’m sorry,” She laughed, and never before had you heard something so threatening in your life. “Would you mind speaking up a bit, dear?”

Stop it! Stop it! You tried and tried your hardest, but nothing would come out of your throat, no matter how bit of a breath you took to support the words or how much determination you put into the thought of screaming them out. Stop!

“Stop! Stop!”

You didn’t realize that you were shrieking into the soft cloth of your pillow, even when you felt two arms snake around your waist. They felt familiar and comforting and something that you should welcome gratefully, but you still shook them off in hysterics, your eyes still squeezed shut; you fought whoever was trying to reach you blindly, tears running down your face in frantic streams that couldn’t be stopped.

"Y/N!” Castiel yelling out your name suddenly brought you back to Earth, and your heart started to speed up when you became aware that you weren’t with Naomi anymore, and that everything had been a dream. Your angel’s hands made their way gently to your face, cupping your face tenderly as you began to shake. Your breathing grew faster and started to become ragged, and a sense of lightheadedness began to invade you.

“W-What—I…I can’t—”

His sapphire eyes were beyond panicked, but he managed to keep calm for your sake. It was the hardest thing to do, but he forced himself not to drown himself in worry because you needed him and he wasn’t going to back away into his own fright.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Okay? Breathe. Tell me the date if you can. Breathe.”

You nodded frantically, trying to rummage through your thoughts and put them into a straight line that could easily be emptied from in between your quivering lips. You weren’t even quite certain yourself if you knew who was speaking to you. All you knew and was grateful for was that it wasn’t Naomi.

“It’s…It’s October. The s-seventh. No—no, it isn’t—”

“You’re right, darling. Just keep on going. Where are you?”

You let out a shaky breath, and your eyes widened as you looked around you. “I’m in a plain w-white room—” A gasp left your lips, and you found yourself encased in the scene of your dream. A sudden numbness ran under your skin, and you were drawing into yourself quickly. “The—the windows…the pure white—I’m still there—” Castiel’s mouth tugged down at the sight of you looking so frightened and out of it and he trembled a little at your answer, but swallowed hard and intertwined your hand with his and watched as your gaze focused, finally seeing reality. “—No. I’m in my bedroom. I’m not in that room with Naomi. I’m not…I’m n-not.”

“Good,” Cas breathed in relief, brushing the hair that was sticking to your sweaty skin away from your forehead. “Who are you with right now?”

“…I’m with y-you. C-Cas,” Even though you didn’t sound too sure at first, he smiled slightly when you put your free hand on his cheek. “The angel that I love. And you’re not an i-illusion, not like the ones she t-tortured me with.”

“And you’re safe,” he told you softly, taking you into his arms now that he knew you wouldn’t push him away again. “That’s the most important thing.”

“Safe,” you mumbled to yourself, and nodded slowly as you curled into him, repeating the mantra. “I’m safe. I’m safe.”

Castiel pressed a loving kiss to your temple, remaining there for an extra moment before pulling away. He rested his chin on top of your head, letting out a sigh of solace with now only an edge of shakiness in knowing that the terrors were over, at least, for tonight. Loosening his hold a little on your laced fingers, he gently rubbed his thumb over the raised scar that was prominent on the palm of your hand. Even though he had healed the stab wound that had been made there by Naomi, the mark just wouldn’t quite fade from your flesh, always there as a reminder of what you had gone through. Sometimes he wished that it would disappear and the horrible memories would as well, but you assured him that that wasn’t the case. If anything, the scar kept you more sane than you would be if it wasn’t there; it helped you remember that you had escaped from your torture.

“This can’t keep going on,” you suddenly whispered to him, your soft voice emotionally piercing in the still night air. “Every night…it’s like I’m reliving it over and over again, and I can’t stop it.”

"With everything I am, I wish that there was something I could do,” Castiel’s voice was aching with pure agony, and the sound of his anguish made fresh tears start to pool in your eyes. “Something that I could have done. Rescued you sooner. All of this could have been very well avoided if I had come up with a working plan in time—”

He was stopped short in his sentence when you looked up at him, shaking your head violently.

“Don’t you dare put any of this on yourself, Cas,” you told him through your teeth, certainty ringing in every word. He looked down at your intertwined hands as you said this, and you brushed your free fingertips over the apple of his cheeks so that he would look at you. “It’s not your fault.”

"…I know, I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his eyes a bit sorrowful as he traced an intricate pattern around your scar. “It is just hard not to blame myself after seeing you like this night after night.”

“That’s it,” Your throat tightened up, and you couldn’t swallow the discomfort away. “I’m being such a burden to you, Cas. Every night, I need to be calmed down and reminded that I’m here. And—and who knows how long I’m going to be like…like this?”

Y/N,” he breathed; it was his turn to shake his head, pushing away what you had just told him. “Please, do not ever think that you are a burden to me. You are most definitely the opposite. You are the light that brightens up my existence, that sheds a warmer glow on me that the sun does, and I would do anything for you without any questions asked.” He shuddered when he paused. “It…pains me greatly to see you in such a state every night, the same dream, the streaks of tears on your cheeks that should only be painted with your light pink blush. That does not bring me annoyance at all. It only gives me more determination to make certain that you know that you are safe.” After those words fell from his lips, he lightly brushed his mouth over the scar on your hand before continuing. “I love you, Y/N, with more fervency than I will ever be capable of conveying. I will always be here to assist you with anything that you are in need of, and will always be your guardian in the nighttime when it seems that all hope has crumbled once again. You are my only, and you are my all. Please, do not forget that.”

The tears that were now staining your face were ones of pure joy, and you wiped them away before lightly pressing your lips to his. The taste of saltwater mingled in with the kiss but neither of you cared and just smiled, looking into each other’s eyes; they were no longer filled with the previous pain, but optimism and bliss.

"I love you too, Cas,” you told him. The words resonated in the angel’s ears, making his smile turn into a grin. “I won’t ever forget.”

the-tall-kind-mister:

Letting off a soft cooing sound, the god swam along the top of the pond, much like a snake would. Seems he was still in a drunken stupor from their last visit to the human world.

} “Oh, it got so lonely staying off in the woods all by myself~… Can you really blame me for coming to join you?~…” {

His voice was soft and had a faint hiss to it. With his legs beneath the water’s surface, it was also a bit difficult to tell he had no hind legs at the moment. Seems the god was a  bit confused as to which form he’s supposed to be in.

Still confused, but just as happy to see him, the little troll doggy-paddled around after him, tail para scoping out of the top of the water. She was used to running around naked from time to time, and so her current lack of clothing didn’t bother her much at all.

“I do not blame you. I get lonely sometimes, too. And I am glad to see you! Yes.” Although, he sounded a bit…different.

“…Are you alright? Your voice is different. Just a little bit.”