you’re walking in the woods. there’s no one around and your blaster’s dead. out of the corner of your eye you spot him: kylo ren.

The Shape of You, Part 2/2

A/N:  If you haven’t read Part ½, you will want to read it first to get the background.  WARNING:  BOTH PARTS ARE NSFW.  CONTINUE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK.  I did my best to stay true to what I heard in the song, but please don’t send Ed OR Harry after me.

Part One is here.

Part Two

Squinting at the clock on his nightstand, you realize your eyes are gritty and your mouth tastes like it’s full of cotton balls.  After the sex on the stairs, you and Harry managed to make it upstairs to the third floor where you had strewn your remaining clothes around the room before commencing parts two and three of the most amazing sex you’d ever had in your life.  Yes, you knew it had been a year, so your senses are probably more heightened by the absence of orgasms for that extended time, but after wracking your brain, you can’t think of a single time that Charles had managed to make you cum three times in the same night.  Mostly, he fell asleep immediately after his first orgasm, whether you’d had one or not.

With your awareness of the time of day, you also become aware of your actions, and embarrassment floods you.  It may have been amazing sex, but should you really have allowed this stranger to fuck you three times in one night?  You know practically nothing about him other than his first name and that he must have money since this house is mind blowing with its size and decor.  

Softly, you slide out of bed, careful not to disturb Harry.  In the moonlight, you grab your skirt and your boots from his bedroom, but you can’t find your silk panties.  They’re so tiny that they could easily be missed, so you give up when you hear Harry shifting in the bed, afraid he’ll awaken and ask why you’re leaving. Or worse yet, that he’ll awaken and be glad you’re leaving. Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, you gather the rest of your clothing on your way downstairs, dressing carefully without the sliver of silk you’ve left somewhere upstairs.  

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The Genderbend Boogaloo

Da-da-da-da-da!~ And noooow….. as voted by the peeeeooople, geeeenderbent smut! Da-da-da!~

Pure genderbent smut of 4k words by a person who hasn’t done any of the shit you’re about to see, so, if anything sounds off, know that I am, as called by my friends, ‘an oblvious, innocent child’. =3=;; So… Yeah. XD

Also, thank you to @hellofriend304 and @upsidedownfruitcake for editing through this fic and to everyone who offered too! ^o^;;I really appreciate it. I was just nervous about this one because… It’s a porn fic, and… I’m basically innocent I guess when it comes to this stuff XD

Anyones, I’m gonna put this under cut now, because NSFW porn times are about to happen! But first, the kink list that’s here, because, there’s a few in here :0

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1/25/2016 Today the Blue Haired Girlfriend hung out with this mystery salamander. It is the second time she has gotten to chill out with this species of salamander, but I’ve never seen one. They only show up when I’m not at home.

I’m reasonably sure they’re planning to replace me with about four hundred and thirty salamanders in a poorly fitted human costume.

Youtuber Au

Okay so hear me out.

Kylo is a lets player as well as a pretty constant vlogger and 90% of his videos just consist of him screaming about something or other because he mostly plays frustrating games and has dozens of ridiculous stories that don’t seem like they could actually happen to someone but are all totally true (Once I stabbed my father…. This begins a part of my life I like to call “My time in Juvi”)

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Okay so i made this as a celebration for completing all my requests i had for my smut book. lol.
Warnings: smut (obviously cause you know—its a celebration for finishing the request for my…smut book xDD). cursing (I think there might only be like–three?)

You woke up next to Bucky, you two had been together for a little while, it was a few years after he had gotten away from hydra and was almost himself again, at least as much as he ever would be, once someone goes through something like that you never fully come back.You moved in his embrace and looked up and his beautiful, non worried face, he was perfect in your eyes. It was about five minutes later when he woke up, he closed his eyes tighter and took a sigh and sensed you where already awake so he nuzzled your forehead. “Morning” He said in a gruff morning voice. You kissed him sweetly. “Morning” he returned and he wrapped his leg around yours to be closer, putting his metal arm around you in a tighter and more protective way and opened his face and smiled at you, the back of your hand was brushing against his face lovingly as you smiled calmly at him. “Let’s go out for dinner tonight” He whispered in your ear as if someone else was there and peppered your face in sweet short kisses which made you giggle and smile. He ended the act with a sweet passionate kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, loosely biting his bottom lip and tugging at it a little. He flipped you both over so he was on top of you, towering over you as he held your hands at either side of your head. You lifted your stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest, making him groan a little. He grabbed both your hands up above your head and grabbed them with his metal hand, taking his real one and pushing your stomach down gently, whispering, “tonight, baby” And kissed down your neck, making you groan slightly at the thought of having to wait all day to have him. He got off you after giving you a final kiss and got up.Two could play at this game you think to yourself and sit up.You both got into the shower, you purposefully brushing against his dick every now and then, making him have to choke down a moan. Once you guys got out you dried yourselves off. You went to your walk in closet, his towel still wrapped around his waist, and yours just above your breasts, letting it fall to your hips when he could only see you back. You threw him some cloths and he put them on, you grabbing very dark blue short shorts and a shirt that that showed the tiniest bit of skin on your stomach and showed a lot of cleavage. Your plan was evil, but you knew you were in for the best sex of your life that night knowing Bucky.He kept looking at your body when he thought you weren’t watching all day, making you smirk to yourself mentally.When it was about four thirty you guys headed to dinner, Bucky practically swallowed his food whole. You, on the other hand, took your time, just to be an ass to him.You didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking, he was tapping his foot with temptation and chewing the inside of his lip, it wouldn’t surprise you if it was bleeding slightly. He watched as you put your fork in your mouth and slid it out, seeming as though he had to choke and swallow a whimper or a moan, this was honestly quit amusing for you.Once you finished you both walked out, he grabbed your hand and left in a speed walked and quickly started the car for home. As soon as you pulled in the driveway and got inside he threw you roughly against the way and instantly pushed past your lips and into your mouth, ripping off your shirt and bra, muttering “I’ll buy you some knew stuff later” Into the kiss and pulling down your short, almost breaking the button that tightened them on how rough he was being.“You can- do that- to me-it’s not- okay” he said in-between breaths and kisses, sending vibrations through your whole body. You took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his underwear that he seemed to fill a little too well; he pulled off you panties and his underwear. He instantly lined himself up with your entrance after lifting you up slightly and thrusted into you quickly, eagerness and lust filled his body. He slammed into you roughly and fast, making moans escape your mouth “Fuck Bucky” You yelled and he thrusted into you harder, making you cum around him with a loud moan. You could tell he was close also, resisting the urge it seemed,  he pulled out of you suddenly with a grunt and kissed you roughly, backing you up into another wall roughly, the cold wall hit your skin and made you yelp at the cold feeling against your back, making him moan slightly. “Get on the counter” He mumbled into the kiss, seeing you guys had landed in the kitchen. “What?” You asked, slightly surprised but kept kissing him. “We can use the table if you’d prefer that.” He mumbled, you moved to the counter since it was closer and sat up, breathing heavily from you make out session. He looked over your body; he obviously started just kissing you to get control of himself again. After a moment of just looking at you hungrily he strutted over to you and attacked your neck, forcing moans from you as he grabbed your ass with his metal arm and rubbing his cock against your clit and folds, teasing your entrance before thrusting roughly into you again, thrusting into you forcefully, making you moan his name he bit at your neck slightly. It was definitely going to leave a mark. He carefully laid you down on your back while still thrusting into you and lifted your legs so the where resting on his shoulders, hitting your sweet spot instantly after that, making you scream his name in pleasure. You hit another high and put him over the edge. His thrusts became sloppy as he lost his energy and rested his head on your stomach as he caught his breath and pulled out of you. You rested your hands in his hair as you caught your breath. “Maybe I should make you this eager more often” You breathed and he laughed slightly, moving your legs off his shoulder and you hooked them around his waist as he lifted you off the counter and kissed your lips in a sweet soft kiss. “Maybe” He said, looking at the job he did on your neck. “Let’s go get a shower-and uh- I’ll buy you knew cloths tomorrow-“He said and you just gave him a smile that was obvious you where trying to not laugh. “Okay” you manage to say and kiss his neck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carried you to the shower.

GOODBYE (Ricky Horror Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

It was really late in the night, about four thirty in the morning to be exact, usually by this time you would be sound asleep, having beautiful dreams while being in the arms of your handsome boyfriend Ricky.
But not tonight, instead you were sitting on the couch, leaning foward, your hands shielding your face. Your nails then proceeded to slide your hair away from your face in complete frustration. You sighed very heavily, almost sounding like you growled.
You sat up straight for a moment and looked over to your right, where you caught sight of a broken mug, pieces everywhere.
The you looked at the front door, where only a few minutes ago Ricky was standing there, shouting “Screw you (Y/N)!!” before storming out.

Lately the two of you have been fighting and doing nothing but that. You have even lost count of how many times you have argued with each other, but something was different about tonight, you felt like this fight was ten times more intense than the last, and the one before and so on.
Usually by now tears would be running down your face but as it was said before, tonight was different.
More anger was expressed, more true feelings were let out, and even worse, a lot more insults.
Your relationship was most definately on the rocks, you would expect arguments, but not like this, and not this often.

Your mind began to think about how you guys started out, everything was so happy and cheerful, the two of you were inseperable, most of the time you guys would make out, or cuddle, or even make love and tell each other nothing but “I love you.” or “You mean the world to me.”
But all of that has changed so dramatically. Those beautiful words turned into shouting and insults, you cant even remember the last time you heard an I love you comming out of Ricky’s mouth.
“Damnit…” you whispered, feeling an enormous lump form inside of your throat, but you sucked it up, you didnt want to cry anymore, you wanted to do something, something to save your relationship.
But at the same time it all just seemed so hopeless, but there had to be some way. You loves Ricky so much, and there was no way you were about to let fights get in the way. You refused to lose the man who truly stole your heart, even though he has been smashing it lately.

You looked at the time once more, it was now five in the morning, you began to see the black sky turn slightly royal blue outside the window. The sun was beginning to rise, Ricky had been gone for a while now and now your anger and sadness was turning into worry.
You grabbed your cell phone from the coffee table and called him up, his phone mustve been shut off because not even a ring was heard,
It went straight to voice mail.
“Hey this is Ricky, please leave a message and I’ll call you back.” beeeeep.
“Hey…its me…um, Im very worried about you…just please come home, you dont have to talk to me just..come home…bye…” you said and hung up your phone.

Ricky didnt end up comming home until seven in the morning, you couldnt sleep at all, you were waiting for him the entire night, and as he stepped in the room, not a word was spoken, the only type of contact the two of you made was eye contact, and that was very unpleasant.
You could see the anger in his eyes, the same eyes that use to look at you with so much love were now looking at you with so much hate, so it seemed.
He crawled into bed and just fell asleep, you sat there for a few more seconds shocked, it felt like your worse nightmare was slowly comming true. You laid down and fell asleep as well, but the difference between you and him was, you closed your eyes with a tear drop commimg out of them. But your heart still kept that little bit of hope, and you were willing to use that small piece of hope on your bumpy relationship.
The next morning was just like last night before you went to sleep, it was quiet, a little too quiet, the two of you were eating your breakfast. An extremely heavy and overwhelming tension can be felt in the air, it didnt feel good at all.
You wanted to speak, you were a little afriad but you finally built up the courage to do so.
Somebody had to,
“Ricky…” you called out, he continued to eat his food pretending as if he didnt hear you.

You felt your heart shatter a little but you shook it off and spoke a little louder.
He finally looked up at you, his expression looked irritated and very annoyed.
“What (Y/N)?”
“Look..Its clear that our relationship has been shitty.”
“Oh really? you dont say.”
“Stop it, Look I really hate it when we fight, weve been fighting too much even over the smallest thing and-”
He raised his hand up cutting you off,
“I hate fighting too (Y/N) but its a little hard not to do it when somebody starts it all the time.” he striked.
Your eyes widend a little, how dare he say that about you, you wanted to destroy him, you wanted to tell him off, but you knew damn well that would just cause another argument.
“Okay fine, I admit that I start some of them, not all, you have to take resposibility too, because the last time I checked, it takes two people to fight.”
“True but the last time I checked, it takes only person to start it all.” he striked once more.
You banged the table and frustratedly ran your fingers through your hair, but once again you swallowed your pride and said,
“Im sorry…”
His expression became surprised, he never thought he would hear you saying those words.
“I said Im sorry, Im sorry for pissing you off
so much…”
“Um wow…its alright.”
You came closer to him and took his pale
hands into yours, “Listen Ricky, I really want us to fix our relationship, its not getting any better but I know we can fix it cause if it continues like this then…” you couldnt finish, your voice became shakey towards the end.

He understood and held your hands as well, “I know I get you (Y/N), I want us to fix our relationship too, listen why dont you and I go out on a date tonight? its been a really long time since we did that.” he suggested.
Your face lit up a little, even a small smile began to form, “Really? you mean that?”
“Yes of course I mean it.”
You smiled even bigger and so did he, felt like years had passed since you saw that loving smile, felt like centuries has passed since you felt his hands holding yours, you couldnt wait to feel his arms holding you next, and after that, his lips upon yours.
Later on that night you picked the hottest outfit you could find in your closet.
A black glittery top, a choker, leather jacket, pants and red heels, followed by on point makeup and hair.
You stepped inside the living room where your man was waiting for you.
As soon as he caught sight of you he was really amazed at your beauty, you looked gorgeous.
“Wow, you look amazing.”
“Thank you so do you.”
“Shall we get going?” he asked.
“We shall.”

The date night was going so well for the two of you, you shared laughs for the first time in a while, good and deep conversations, and even gazes at each other, everything was good until now.
It all started when the bill came for the stuff you two ordered, In Ricky’s mind it was way too high, and he was causing a huge scene about it arguing with the waitor. People sitting in the other tables were staring and whispering, you felt completely embarrased, your head was down and your hand was covering your face.
“This cannot be the right price! now fix it!”
“Sir there is nothing I can do Im sorry.”
“Oh for the love of God!” you exclaimed, grabbing money out of your purse and giving it to the waitor, “Here you go, now lets go Ricky!”
“I said lets go!!” you yelled pulling him out of the restaraunt.
As you were walking to the car Ricky stopped you and made you look at him.
“(Y/N) what the hell was that all about?! How could embarras me like that?!”
“Embarras YOU?! You were being ridiculous in there! everybody was staring at us like we were maniacs!”
“I was handling it!!!”
“You call that handling it?!!”
“Oh you call what you did handling it?!!!”
“Atleast I did it better than you!!”
“Screw you (Y/N)!!!” he shouted.

Those were the same words you heard last night, the same words that reminded you that this wasnt going to get better, it was just going to get worse.
“I knew it…I knew this night wasnt going to make things better…My God and to think I still had hope for the two of us..but now I see that there isnt any…”
His eyes widend, he didnt like where you were going with this, he hesitated to ask but he knew he had to.
“What are you saying?….”
You began to cry once again, you didnt want to say it but it had to be said, you had no choice.
“Its not going to work Ricky…its over…we’re done.”
You became a little surprised to see that he hasnt said anything, but his watery eyes did all the talking for him.
“You dont mean that..”
“Look at us!!! this is all we do!! its not gonna get better its only going to get worse!!…and I cant take it anymore…goodbye Ricky…” you cried and walked away. He just stood there frozen, his whole world was officially over.

A lot of months had passed since that heartbreaking night. You were now living with your best friend, and it was perfect because she was living by herself and she had always wanted a roommate.
“How are you?” she asked as she saw you staring out the window, something you had been doing since youve moved in.
“Oh um…Im fine…”
She laughed a little and shook her head, “No youre not, you miss him dont you?”
“Yeah well why do I miss him? I mean all we would did was fight! Breaking up was for the best!…right?…”
“No, Ive seen how Ricky put a huge smile on your face, he was your true love (Y/N), thats why you miss him, and Im not gonna let you sit here and be heartbroken anymore, Im taking you to go see him.”
You looked at her outraged, “No, Im not gonna go see him.”
“You know you want to, stop lying to yourself. Now come on I’ll drive you.” she assured you.
“What if he moved on already? then what?”
“He hasnt trust me.”
“How do you know that?” you questioned.
“Because I know for a fact that he is still in love with you just as much as you are….”

It took a lot of convincing but you finally agreed to go see him.
As you were on your way there you heart was beating against your chest really hard.
You havent spoken to Ricky since the night of the breakup, even though he blew up your phone with text messages and calls, you didnt answer or return a single one up until now.
“We’re here.” said your bestie snapping you back into reality.
“I still dont know about this…”
“Just go (Y/N)…”
You nodded and stepped out of the car, taking steps towards the front door. It felt strange seeing the old house again, as you reached it your breathed a little heavily.
You looked back at your gal pal, and she waved her hand encouraging you to knock on the door.
You took a deep breath and knocked three times very quickly, as you stood there and waited for him to open, you figured what was the point? you backed out, you couldnt do it.
You started walking back towards the car,
“(Y/N) what are you doing?!”
“I cant fucking do it!!”
“Yes you can go back!!”
“No I cant!”
“(Y/N)?…” you heard a familiar male voice say.

You froze, you felt like you couldnt move even if you wanted to.
“(Y/N)…” he said in a softer and sweeter tone.
Slowly you turned around and stared and at him, he looked even more handsome than before, and you could tell he was thinking the exact same thing about you.
“Hey..” he greeted, very happy to see you.
You started crying, but this time they were tears of happiness, you couldnt take it anymore, you needed to be in his arms right now.
“Hi!” you yelled, running up to him and hugging the hell out of him.
His arms hugged you tightly as well, lifting you up off the ground, crying tears of happiness just like you were.
Your friend was smiling at the two of you from inside the car, she giggled and shook her head saying only three obvious words..
“I knew it.”

(For my fellow Ricky Whores 😁❤️)

My Boys Drabbles - The Right Shepherd (Part 1)

This will be another 3-4 part story. @jia911 and @shepherdess-amelia thank you so much for your help!

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

  • The Prompt:

An Anon asked me to write about Amelia’s career. I will link this story to the Ask.

  • Timeline:

This one sets two years before MBBF.

My Boys Drabbles – The Right Shepherd (Part One)


Owen walked into the house, shrugging off his coat to remove the droplets of rain and hanging it before he finally made his way into the living room.

“Hey guys,” He smiled affectionately at three of his sons who were gathered by the coffee table, apparently playing a game on a tablet.

“Hey, dad,” Thomas lifted his head and greeted his father with a grin. “We’re setting our teams for the online MLS league. Do you want in? I can send an invitation to your email.”

“Sure,” Owen ruffled his head and walked past Thomas and the twins, towards the back of the house. He had been at the hospital for more than thirty straight hours, working on back to back surgeries after an unusual heavy storm in the city had led the way to many accidents, including a lot of MVCs.

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Death Cannot

This is for @upthenorthmountain, and I want to state for the record that it is all her fault :P This started as an anonymous fic in her inbox, because she promised that she could handle the angst when I told her I had an idea that would make everyone would hate me. But then life got out of control and I never finished the story, so I collected the bits and rewrote them a bit and added a conclusion. And I’m very sorry, in advance, please direct complaints to @upthenorthmountain because did I mention that this is her fault? This is her fault (also it is dedicated to her, thanks for putting up with my plot bunnies, Anna <3)

EDIT: Also, this fic has a short epilogue–Reunion.

  • Death Cannot 
  • Rating: G
  • Words: 4025
  • Warning: Character death
  • KA Harvest Fest Prompt: Haunting
  • “Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.” - The Princess Bride

Kristoff crouched down on the floor and surveyed the area under the bed critically. “No monsters here,” he announced.

A chubby little finger pointed to the closet. He got up with a grunt and went to open it, revealing a row of brightly colored dresses, a few shelves of folded clothes, an overflowing bin of blocks and other toys. Kristoff solemnly examined them all.

“No monsters here either,” he said, but he left the light on anyway.

The little girl in the crib was three and a half, her red hair just long enough to form two little pigtails. It was very important, he had learned, for her hair to be in pigtails before bed. Ella’s hair had an amazing capacity for knots, and there had been a few times when he’d worried that he’d be forced it cut it off. Kristoff stroked a hand over her head. He bent down to kiss her forehead and tucked up her blanket.

“You’re always safe,” he promised. “There’s someone watching over you.”

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