grimes be a body

This is my 4th time watching 712 so i HAVE TO ask you to tell me, guys, if you’re actually seeing this, too!!!! 😭😭

Ricky-Dicky-Grimes grabbing That Ass™

NOT MY GIFS!!!!

**It seems like, if we’re in the App, we just get to see 1 pic. In desktop version of this, there are 2 gifs and 5 pics.. idk what tf is going on..

Double Team

Title: Double Team

Summary: Sam and Dean get rough when they double team you in the shower. Inspired by this imagine (x).

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader x Dean Winchester (no Wincest)

Word Count:  1883

Warnings:  nsfw, threesome, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering,

Author’s Notes:  Thank you @mamapeterson for the advice and being my always awesome beta. I wrote this because my brain needed a break from the plot driven piece I’m working on, so I hope you guys enjoy some gratuitous smut. Let’s just put it out there that this is going to be one seriously cold shower by they time they’re done, I know that. Suspend your disbelief and pretend it’s a never ending hot shower. :-)

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Slow and Steady

Word count: 1,236

Warning: LOTS of fluff, smut, oral (female receiving)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request/Summary: Thank you for your request (I’m so sorry I just re-read the request and it said massage, not shower, but oh well. I probably should have done that before but I could have sworn it said shower.)

After a particularly rough hunt Sam takes good care of the reader in more ways than one.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

It had been a particularly difficult and strenuous case, but it was finally over. All of your muscles ached, you were bleeding from what seemed to be everywhere, and dirt and grime covered your body. After making it back to the motel you slumped onto the bed, relishing in the sweet rock-hardness of the mattress and the course brush of the cheap sheets against your tired skin. Dean had gone to his room, refusing to drive you back to the bunker until you had all had a night’s rest and recovery. Sam returned to the room half an hour later once he had patched Dean up and vice versa.

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You Deserve Better

Can you do a fic where pietro is an ass to the reader and she is like best friends with Bucky? And pietro is mean because he’s jealous of their relationship but one time he takes it too far and he never gets her? Thanks- Anon /// I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader has feelings for Bucky but pietro is an asshole to the reader? But then Bucky says he loves reader and pietro gets all mad? Sorry if this is hard to understand - @lucihaspie

Note: hi guess who’s back. back again. ya girl. ok so I put these two together, I hope that’s okay! this took a while and I apologize! feedback is more than welcome and thanks so much for the request! .c

Originally posted by coporolight

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor


You and Bucky have been best friends basically since he arrived at the tower. You were bold in trying to get him to be your friend, and he warmed up to you one night after you let him vent to you about what went on in his mind. 

He knew he could confide in you and come to you about anything. You knew you’d never match up to his friendship with Steve, but it was pretty damn close. You had to admit, you’ve actually fallen for the super soldier.

There was an issue though, you were bold, but not bold enough to tell Bucky how you really feel. So, you leave it hidden in the back of your mind, closed off until the right moment. If that would ever come. Most days, you had an annoying pest called Pietro to keep those feelings and thoughts at bay.


You had just gotten back from a mission, tired and covered in mud and grime. Your joints hurt and you had cuts littered all over your body. Though the mission was a success, you had Pietro yelling in your ear every step you took about how you almost messed it all up, even though you really didn’t.

The team followed behind you and Pietro, watching him scream at you. “You’re stupid! An idiot! You could have gotten me shot!” Pietro yelled with his thick accent, his arms flailing around. You bit your tongue, tasting the metallic iron rising to the surface from biting so hard. You stared straight ahead, trying to drown out the man yelling at the top of his lungs at you.

You heard heavy footsteps approaching and someone shoved Pietro to the ground, just to have him speed back to his feet. “Enough! She didn’t do a damn thing wrong! I am tired of you acting like she’s nothing! Leave her alone!” You heard Bucky yell at Pietro. The two were toughing noses and both breathing heavily. “Hit me. Go on, if you’re so tough.” Pietro spat menacingly as Bucky’s metal hand clenched.

Wanda stepped in between the two, both of their chests crowding her. “If anybody hits anyone, it’ll be me hitting the both of you. Stop it.” Wanda ordered, staring up at her brother’s face. Bucky growled and you heard his arm whirring. 

He stomped off towards your direction and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he placed his lips on your head. Pietro watched as you two walked off, his fists clenched.


A few hours had passed and you were all cleaned up. You were relaxing in the common room on the couch with Bucky, your head in his lap. Bucky’s hand was raking through your hair, gently scratching and massaging your scalp. You hummed in content with your eyes shut and Bucky stared down at you, a smile on his face. “That feel good?” Bucky asked, his voice just above a whisper.

You nodded gently as you opened your eyes to look at Bucky. He was staring down at you and you immediately blushed. Bucky chuckled, his body gently moving against you. “You’re cute when you blush.” Bucky said, caressing your hairline, letting his hand move down the length of your hair. “Are you serious? She’s not cute at all.” You heard Pietro’s annoying voice chime in.

Bucky’s head snapped towards Pietro, his jaw clenched. “Might wanna get your eyes checked.” Bucky grumbled, his hand ceasing it’s movement. You sighed and sat up, leaning against Bucky’s chest. 

A loud “ha” escaped from Pietro’s mouth. “My eyes work perfectly fine,” He said with a smug grin, taking a seat in the chair near the sofa, “I can see that Nat’s a goddess. Y/N? Nowhere near.” Pietro finished, his fingers tapping speedily against the arms of the chair.

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. You had confided in Bucky one night about how insecure you felt about yourself and how you thought Natasha was better in basically every area. Bucky told you that he thought you were perfect and you should never talk so lowly of yourself.

You tried to move off of Bucky, but his arm slithered around your waist, holding you against him. Bucky sighed heavily. “Pietro, do us a favor and just leave, please.” Bucky snapped, his voice wavering between angry and calm. 

You sank into Bucky’s hold, feeling your face heat up. “Okay, tell me this, Barnes. Who would you choose between Nat and Y/N?” Pietro asked, causing Bucky’s breathing to stop and you to sit and wait for his answer.

Your heart was thumping in your ears as Bucky stayed silent. You shoved yourself off of Bucky, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Pietro’s arm stuck out as you walked by him and he gripped your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You spat, yanking your hand from him. 

Bucky stood to his feet, watching you two. Pietro smirked at you, his eyes staring into your watery ones. You saw a flash of something in his eyes, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. It almost looked like guilt, sadness, and pain. But you knew he could never feel bad about how he treated you.

Pietro shrugged and chuckled. “So, you know I’m right then.” Pietro said to Bucky as you walked away, not being able to handle standing there any longer. You weren’t there to see Bucky snatch Pietro up by his shirt and defend your honor, telling Pietro how you felt about yourself and how much he loved you. You didn’t see the anger take place in Pietro.

You ran to your room, shoving past a team member every now and then. Steve finally stopped you in your hallway, he had been in Wanda’s room, discussing Pietro earlier and what they should do to stop it for good. “Y/N?” Steve asked, his blue eyes observing your current state. You sniffled and looked at your shoes. “C-Captain.” You said, your voice breaking.

Steve stepped closer to you, his finger lifting your chin. “Y/N, you can call me Steve off duty. Tell me what’s wrong.” Steve said with a slight frown, wiping your tears. Your lip quivered and you threw yourself into Steve’s arms, sobbing into his navy blue shirt. “Pietro.” He said with a firm voice, he was all too familiar with this. His arms tightened around you before he pulled away.

You choked on another sob and Steve held your arms. “I’ll be back. Go to Wanda, talk to her, please.” Steve said before he placed a kiss to your forehead. You nodded and he left, his strides long and angry. You stood in front of Wanda’s door and she turned to you. “Hey Y/N-” She gasped at your wet cheeks and puffy eyes. “Again?” She asked, shaking her head as she walked over to you and hugged you.

You sighed into the hug, your arms holding her. “He’s so mean all the time.” You whispered as you felt Wanda’s hands rubbing your back. “I tell him to stop, he just doesn’t listen.” Wanda said softly, “Y/N, there’s something you should know.” Wanda said as she pulled back from you. You listened closely.

Wanda sighed and looked around her room, as if she were searching for what to say. “My brother is jealous of your relationship with Bucky.” Wanda finally said and your eyebrows creased together. “Wh-why? Why would that give him any reason to treat me so horribly?“ You questioned as you felt the anger in your stomach start to boil. You watched Wanda’s face as she gave you a look.

Wanda shook her head, her hair falling from behind her ear. “I-I think he likes you.” Wanda said, almost whispered. Your mouth fell open and you took a step backwards. Pietro treated you horribly because he was jealous and likes you? Who the hell does that? How is that right at all? You scoffed and wiped angry tears away, leaving Wanda’s room.

She rushed after you and grabbed your wrist. “Y/N! Please, don’t-” You turned to her. “What? Don’t hurt him?” You spat, squinting your eyes at her. She recoiled and frowned. She nodded and tucked her lips between her teeth before responding. “I can’t stop you.” She said, meeting your eyes. You scoffed. “No, you can’t.” You said before stomping away.

Your anger was something you hardly act on but now, you just wanted to lash out. You breathed in and out heavily, ignoring the sudden lightheaded wave that hit you. You took the elevator up to the common room and heard Bucky yelling already. No doubt at Pietro. You walked in cautiously, listening.

Bucky growled, shaking his head. “You’re the biggest piece of-of CRAP! You profess love but treat her like she’s nothing!? Yo-you-” Bucky pointed at Pietro, “are a waste of her time!” He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. Pietro was standing still, his shoulders slumped. You walked in and gained the attention of everyone. Wanda walked in beside you now.

You bit back your anger, deciding to spare Pietro your own wrath. Pietro turned to you and Bucky looked like he had been crying. Your heart sank as you walked up to Pietro. You looked up at him and he was about to speak, until your hand flew up and across his cheek. You heard gasps fall from the mouths in the room. Pietro held his reddened cheek and wiggled his jaw.

His eyes filled with tears and he looked down at you. Your hand stung but you shook it off, straightening your back and shoulders. “I deserved that.” Pietro said softly. You scoffed and shook your head. “You deserve a lot worse after everything you did to me.” You said, your voice smaller and weaker than you wanted it to be.

Pietro clenched his jaw and nodded, his cheek slightly swelling. “I, uh, guess you don’t feel the same, huh?” Pietro asked you, his eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, looking up at him. “No.” You said before turning on your heel and making your way back to your room.

Back in the common room, Bucky walked over to Pietro. “You fucked up. But at least she has someone to treat her right and who loves her.” Bucky said, walking away. Pietro scoffed and chuckled, getting angry again. Before he could speed over and give Bucky a swift punch to the face like he wanted, Wanda trapped him in her red shield.

Bucky kept walking, taking the elevator to your room.

You were sitting on your balcony with your legs dangling through the openings, letting the cold wind dry your fresh tears. You wiped at your cheeks and inhaled shakily, a little sob breaking through your mouth.

You couldn’t believe that someone would treat you so horribly and say such mean things to you, cutting you down to nothing but insecurities, and say they like you. You just couldn’t believe it.

You heard your balcony doors open, not able to see who it was as you stared down at the busy city far beneath you. “Wanda, if you’re here to scold me for slapping your brother, I’m not going to apologize.” You said through your sobs. “I was going to say it was pretty impressive, though I expected a punch.” You heard Bucky say with a small chuckle.

You couldn’t help but blush at the sound of his voice. You felt him pick you up by your waist, pulling you from the railing. You turned to Bucky and shivered from the gust of wind, your hair whipping into your face. He tucked it behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let Bucky take you back inside of your room, shutting the balcony doors.

You sat on your bed, leaning against your headboard. Bucky sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “Y/N, please don’t cry.” Bucky whispered, cradling your head onto his shoulder. 

You sniffled and held in your tears, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “I just don’t know how-I mean, he-” You sobbed again, shaking your head. Bucky held you closer and shushed you gently. He rocked you back and forth, his own heart breaking at your tears.

You sat in silence, listening to Bucky’s slow and steady breathing. You played with his metal fingers, finding comfort in the cold. Bucky placed kisses along your head, his flesh hand drawing random shapes on your thigh. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky suddenly whispered, leaning his chin on your head. You stopped your movements and your breath hitched in your throat.

You sat up and turned in Bucky’s lap, straddling him as your eyebrows creased. “What?” You asked, your voice soft. You stared into Bucky’s eyes and he held your waist, his thumbs rubbing the small bit of exposed skin from your shirt riding up. Bucky smiled and looked at your face, studying every inch of it as if he would forget it.

Bucky inhaled nervously. “I love you.” Bucky repeated, his eyes searching yours. Your mouth fell open a tad as you processed what he just said. “But, earlier you didn’t say who you’d choose, I assumed you said Natasha after I left.” You said, looking away from Bucky’s eyes. “No, I’d choose you any day. I just didn’t know what to say, Pietro was pissing me off.” Bucky explained, rubbing your sides.

You looked up at Bucky again and looked at his lips. You leaned in slowly, building the courage to finally tell Bucky how you felt. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered before closing the distance between your lips and his. Bucky smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer, his metal hand cradling your head gently.

Your lips moved against each others perfectly as your hands found his long locks, gently raking through them. Your stomach flipped with happiness and you realized that you belonged with Bucky and nothing would change that.

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Constellations

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Originally posted by thetaronblog

“the constellations

of stars

                   s c a t t e r e d

across his

back

is the

map

that guides me

home

each time

i find myself

lost.”

                -you are my home


a/n; this is just pure fluff because eggsy unwin is such an unbelievably soft boy and i’ve loved him for the longest time!! so pls read and give me feedback & criticism & validation bc this my first time writing for him. enjoy!!

tags; @mvximoff @paperclipmac @alexsunmners @rax-writes (if u love eggsy and wanna be tagged hmu!)

also on ao3


His skin is like silk, you think to yourself, as your hand dances across the length of his spine. It’s so soft.

You’re not sure what time it is because at a time like this, when you were sure you both were going to die in a mission gone sideways, the only thing that matters is him and you and that you’re both alive and okay, and that you get one more chance to be together when you swore there might’ve been a chance that one of you could’ve been six feet under by now.

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Reid’s Tirade

A/N: Anon request where the reader is working on a case which involves a really sexist cop, who happens to be working with the Bureau (not an unsub). He makes some very sexist comments toward the reader, and Reid steps in and stands up for her. @coveofmemories

Warnings: Sexist bullshit?

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Dammit, this case needed to be over already. You were going to have to take about a million showers to wash the metaphorical grime off your body. “I need out of here,” you said to JJ and Emily as Hotch and Morgan dealt with the lead officers. Apparently, you still worked in the dark ages when women were supposed to do nothing but walk around in big fluffy dresses, impossibly high heels and corsets that didn’t allow you to breathe, instead of modern-day America where women and men were suppose to work together equally. That would be the day. The officers couldn’t seem to control their mouths around yourself, Emily and JJ, so Hotch decided to run interference. 

“You too?” Emily said. “I feel like I need 18 showers.” She hugged her arms around her body and JJ wiped the grime off her shoulder.

“Do we still work in the 50s?” she asked. “And I feel like even 20 won’t wipe the grime off me.”

“Yea apparently,” you said. “I’m gonna go outside for a few minutes. I need some air. If you need me, send someone out to get me.”

As you walked outside, you felt like you could finally breathe. During the course of this case, the team had come across quite a few women that needed to be interviewed. Mothers and wives of victims. A couple of possible suspects. Some eyewitnesses. And these men had absolutely no finesse. They had no idea how to talk to or interrogate men, no less women, who more than likely wouldn’t respond the same way as men would. Plus, there were a few older ones that seemed to think that women didn’t belong in the work force - no less the police force. Ah, Middle America. Lovely. You couldn’t wait to get back home to DC. 

Taking a deep breath, you leaned your head back into the wall, grounding yourself and your roller-coaster of emotions. Blocking out the world tended to do that for you. Instead, you focused on your breathing, the up and down movements of your chest, the feel of the concrete at the back of your head, the sweet smell of fresh air…which was now contaminated by cigarette smoke. Goddammit. 

One of the officers, late-40s to mid-50s, had walked outside for a cigarette. The smoke wafted closer to you and you coughed, remembering your years as a child, when your grandparents would smoke pack after pack with you in the house. You’d praised the gods when they finally quit. “Sorry, little lady,” the officer said as he leaned against the wall next to you. Though he said sorry, his next puff of smoke was let out in your direction yet again. You were about to show him what a ‘little lady’ you were.

You figured being outside with one of them, or even a few of them, was better than being inside with all of them, so when another couple of officers came back from their lunch break early to smoke against the wall of the station, you stayed there, browsing your phone. But it was really hard to breathe with three cigarettes going simultaneously, so you moved a couple steps to the side the hopefully evade their next puffs. “Why don’t you go inside if the smoke is bothering you?” one of the younger ones said.

“Because we’ve been stuck inside all day and I needed some fresh air,” you replied not looking up from your phone and trying your best not to smack the arrogance out of them. It was truly difficult. Under your breath, you heard the younger one say to the older one that first came out, “This is why women don’t belong on the force, too delicate.”

Okay, now. What?

“Excuse me,” you asked disbelievingly. “What did you just say?”

He tried to backpedal, but you were so far beyond that. Four days of working with these motherfuckers and you were about to blow. “I meant nothing by it, sweetheart.” 

“First of all, I ain’t your sweetheart,” you said, realizing you were about to go off. You took note of their faces so when you went inside you could tell Hotch you wouldn’t be interacting with them anymore. “Second of all, I was out here first and if you can see that the smoke is bothering me, why the fuck do you keep blowing it in my direction? There’s a perfectly good direction, that way, that you could aim your smoke, but you continue doing it toward me.”

“Now I see why they hired you,” the third one chimed in with a laugh. This was going to be good. 

“Why is that?” I dare you. I dare you to speak. You were about to burst. You needed out of this hellhole.

“That face,” the older one said, apparently knowing what the third officer was thinking. “You’re very cute when you’re mad, still wouldn’t have made it here though, gotta have big tits to work for us, don’t you boys?”

It took you a minute to speak because you were so stunned, but by the time you were about to lose your mind, you heard someone speak from behind you. It sounded foreign to you. “Excuse me?” Spencer asked, having come outside to tell you they were about to go over the profile to hone it again. “What did you just say to her?”

“Nothing, man. Nothing,” the first officer said. “You don’t wanna get in our faces either? I really don’t understand what the Bureau is doing hiring women and boys with no muscle.” You were about to just grab Spencer’s arm, tell him to just go inside and forget about it, that they weren’t worth it, but he went off, and it was one of the most glorious things you’d ever seen. 

“Well, to start, Y/N here was hired because she as an IQ of 183, has two Ph.D.’s, one in microbiology and the other in criminology and psychology, and in addition, she’s also a double black belt in Aikido, Karate, Taekwondo, and Jujutsu. As for me, I’m also certifiably a genius with an IQ of 187, and eidetic memory and the ability to read 20,000 words a minute, while you, let’s start with you, I’ve been doing a little research, I hope you don’t mind. You,” Spencer said, pointing to the oldest one, and the one that had come out near you first, “You have two failed marriages under your belt and from what I’ve heard you had to bribe your chief to pass you for your last marksmanship test, because you failed miserably. Even I, the ‘boy with no muscle,’ passed my marksmanship test. And you,” he kept going, calling out the third one for his criminal background that was swept under the rug because the area was so desperate for officers. You were living for this. Sassy Spencer was everything. “And finally, you,” he said, landing on the middle one, the smile from tearing these men to the ground wider than the highways in DC, “you’re truly pathetic. The fact that you even made it onto the force is incredible. Failed marksmanship test, barely passed on the psychological, minor criminal background, but the one thing you did have? A father who was willing to donate to the precinct in order to get you a job. Couldn’t even make it in on your own merit. We had no issue with that,” he said, pointing between the two of you. When he caught your eye, you just smiled. “Now, we’re going to go inside because we have a profile to go over to give to the competent members of your precinct, but not before you apologize to Agent Y/N for what I just heard.” 

Spencer grabbed your hand and brought you up to him as the three officers muttered half-assed ‘sorry’ in your direction. “Good, you ready?” he asked, nodding his head at the officers.

You headed back inside, leaving the stunned officers behind. You could’ve taken care of that yourself, and he knew that, but the fact that he had been so offended on your behalf felt great. “Hey, Spence,” you said, standing up on your tiptoes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he said enveloping you in a hug. “Plus, it was cathartic for me. It was like I was standing up to the bullies that used to torment me, so thank you for letting me go off.”

As you walked into the conference room that the lead officer had given the team for the case, Hotch, along with everyone else, noticed the smiles on your faces, and the lipstick you’d left on Spencer’s cheek. “Care to tell us what happened or…?” Morgan laughed.

“Nothing, you guys,” you said. “I was just the target of some sexist bullshit from a few of our reluctantly-cooperating officers. Spencer overheard them and told them off. The lipstick was from a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.”

“Who was talking what about you, babygirl?” Morgan asked, and as they walked back in, you pointed them out. “Don’t worry, they say anything else, I’ll rough them up a little bit for you.”

“No need,” you said, looking at Spencer. “I think Reid embarrassed them to death. It was awesome.”

XO - Josh Dun

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A/N: I intended for this to be straight fluff but Josh has me feeling some type of way while I listened to XO by Beyonce so this was the outcome. Enjoy!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Fluff/Smut

Warning: Cursing, Slight Smut: Blowjob, Alcohol, i’m pretty sure that’s it!


You float around the flatland, the sun beating down on you in your flowy outfit and strappy sandals, searching on the colorful, thin sheet of paper for the next artist to go see. Since you just recently moved to California, you had no one else to take with you and when you landed a ticket to Coachella, you had to admit you were nervous going alone. However, you had never felt more free in your life. You stopped to get in line for a bar, your hair blowing in the slight breeze. You adjusted your sunglasses on the top of your head, now under some cover and shade. You walk up to the makeshift bar and order your drink, getting it quickly made and handed to you in just a few seconds. You go stand to the side by yourself since all the tables were taken, pulling out the paper again and looking for the next show to go see. 

You walk to get to the show a little extra early to get a god view. You stand a ways from the barricade, but once the concert started, you didn’t mind. As one song starts to play, you manage to get behind a group of extremely tall people. You try to fight your way around them, but the crowd isn’t having that. You resort to jumping like an idiot to see the members of the band, but in vain. You frustratedly try to poke your head around them, but another failed attempt. You look to your side to try to find a space to weave between, but an idea crosses your mind. A few feet away, you see a pretty blonde girl on a brown haired boy’s shoulders, her hands in the air, swaying to the beat on the boys shoulders. When you register the idea, you take a deep breath and look around to see any muscular-looking males in your vicinity. You see a neon yellow-haired boy next to you, and maybe its the alcohol (or the drugs you’ve been inhaling unintentionally all day), you take in a deep breath, tap his shoulder, and shout over the music. What’s the worst that could happen? 

“Hey dude, do you mind if I get could, um, get on your shoulders?” you shout. At first he doesn’t hear you, so you say it again, and a smile crosses his lips.

“Sure, yeah, why not?” He shouts back, crouching down. You climb on top of his shoulders, shouting during the process.

“Sorry if I’m like, fucking fat.”

Don’t worry about it, you’re fine!” he shouts, smiling up at you. You sit on top of this random mans shoulders, steadying yourself. You see the blonde girl a few feet away from you look at the man holding you up, giving him a smile while the brunette flashes him a thumb up. You don’t pay attention to it, and continue to enjoy the music. You lean down to his eye level and shout, “What’s your name?” 

“I’m Josh,” he shouts.

“Cool, I’m Y/N,” you respond, sitting back up.

You dance to the music, enjoying the amazing view you had of the artists. 

When the set ends, you hop off Josh’s shoulders.  

“Do you want me to buy you a drink?” he asks, walking towards the bar with you in tow.

“Sure,” you shrug. Josh hands you your beer, holding his own in his other hand. You clink the two beverages together before you each take a swig. The blonde girl approaches you two, holding the brunettes hand. 

“Josh, how sick was that show!” the brown-haired boy exclaims. The blonde girl smiles at you before looking at Josh.

“Who’s this?” she asks, smirking at you.

“This is Y/N, she needed help seeing during the show so I helped her out.”

“Well, bring her with you because we’re finishing the night out with Beyonce,” the girl excitedly comments. “Oh, by the way, I’m Jenna, and this is Tyler.”

You smile at them and Josh slips his hand into yours. You blush and Josh awkwardly comments, “So we don’t loose each other y- y’know?” 

You giggle and nod as he leads you through the crowd of people towards the next venue. You are a few feet away from the barricade, so you don’t have to sit on Josh’s shoulders this time. As soon as the show starts and Beyonce walks out, you loose Tyler and Jenna due to the crazy crowd, but you shrug it off, still holding Josh’s hand. You sway your body to the music and maybe the alcohol finally sets into both you and Josh’s brains, because before you know it, your hips move to the beat of Drunk in Love and Josh’s hands rest on your hips. You scoot back to press your backside against his front.

Then XO starts to blare from the sound system and the heavy smell of weed and alcohol and various other drugs hang in the air around you and Josh, but it only intensifies the ambience. You don’t really know what you’re doing and neither does Josh, but the next thing you know Josh lips are sloppily working themselves on your neck and you breathe heavily, the alcohol in your system flowing in your veins like your blood. You run your hands up Josh’s back, and you don’t care people are near, you run your hands up and down his tattooed arms. Josh’s arms come up to palm your breasts and you let out a slight moan. His hands travel up, cupping your face while his lips connect to yours finally, with Beyonce’s heavenly voice repeating the words, “You love me like XO.”

When the song ends, Josh’s half-lidded eyes gaze into your bloodshot ones and give you a sloppy, goofy smile with his swollen lips. You give the same giddy smile, laughter bubbling from your throat. 

When the set finally ends, you and Josh stagger from the stage. You clutch onto his arm and smile up at him in the night air. A large light reflects on his face while his eyes transfix on the big lit up ferris-wheel. Barely anyone is on it because most of the people are making their way out for the day. You and Josh run (the best you can) towards the big circle, clambering into one of the carts. The alcohol, still present but slowly fading, acts up again as the cart goes up slowly. You grab Josh’s face, kissing his lips again. His hands travel your body again, exploring the nooks and crannies like it was his job. You detach his lips from yours and move your hands to the obvious bulge in his pants. You palm him, and his mouth opens, spilling the most beautiful moan you have ever heard in your entire life. 

You quickly undo his pants as the cart comes to a halt at the very top. You pull out Josh’s erection and waste no time putting your lips to the tip, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting him. He moans again, running his hands through your hair, slightly pulling it, making you moan this time. You take him deeper, working your hand where your mouth couldn’t reach around his considerable length. You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged around his length, making him moan out again.

“I’m almost there,” he threw his head back, moaning deeply.

You work your mouth around him faster, bobbing up and down until you felt him twitch. The cart started moving downwards and you run your tongue up his shaft. You take him completely in your mouth again, letting your teeth graze lightly on him. That’s all he needs to clench onto your hair, his length spurting and exploding warm liquids into the back of your throat. You sit up as he quickly shoves himself back into his pants, buttoning and zipping them as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You sloppily climb out of the cart when the cart reaches the end and Josh gives you a peck on the cheek, now mostly sober enough to drive. Slipping his hand in yours again, he leads you to the parking lot. Josh offers to give you a ride to your place, which you gracefully accept, and you climb into his car. You would’ve tried to get him to take you to his place to finish off, but you were feeling tired so you insisted he drop you off at your apartment.

When he pulls up at your apartment, you lean over and kiss him on the lips, running your hand against his stubbled cheek. 

“Thanks for today,” you smile.

“This better not be the last time I see you,” he gazes into your eyes.

“Give me your phone then, if you want to get a part two to tonight that is,” you wink. He hands you his phone and you type your number into his contacts, saving it under your name. You kiss him goodbye again as you get out of the car.

When you reach your apartment, you immediately head to the shower, washing your body from the sweat and grime you collected throughout the day. When you got dressed in pajamas and laid down to get some rest, you received a text from Josh. You smiled as you read it.

I have to see you again. Let me at least take you out to dinner, though, before I take you back to my place and have it my way. How’s tomorrow? Sweet dreams baby 

You set your phone down and close your eyes, thoughts of the yellow-haired boy drifting around your mind.

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....well, richonners ... the 7x12 countdown is in its final week ... it’s time to “say yes” to our end. are you ready? are you prepared? because i have an idea of how to prepare and how this might go down...so, if you can handle it, read on to get some ideas on what to do and what to expect.

this is *not* for the faint of heart…*possible spoilers*, definite smut.  😘 😘

so … first off, get your affairs in order …. put in your notice at work, visit your momma, feed the dog, pay up your life insurance for the loved ones you leavin’ behind … ‘cause you’re gonna lose this fight. 

you. are. going. to. lose. everything.

get your will outta the way, cause we all gon’ die anyway, but most of us during this episode. the rest of us…right after losing all strength to go on.


now — make sure you get these things in place before 7x12 … don’t get scared, get prepared.

or…if you wanna go out in style, wear your best for the journey to the other side…

… my burial gown is lavender — you’ll see it further down in this post.

so … to cool off, stock up on these … 

or, double the effort with the water-bottle-spraying refresher … 

or … if it gets too hot, too fast, as is expected and natural with richonne, get the largest one of these you can get delivered, so you can cool down and delay spontaneous combustion (but, be careful now…or you may go up in flames even faster, depending on how fast and furious richonne’s lovemaking is kill’n you) …

now … if you can’t handle actually watching with your own eyes this kind of passion, best to just read about it — but, if you’re prepared to risk yo’self, just to witness richonne’s lubricant-inspiring and eye-candy lovemaking, then, this may help you cope.

 … in case you start fazing out during the sexy times …

… stock up on this … it may help …

or, at least make sure you’ve got someone who can do this…

…but, if you should straight suffer life-threatening effects from richonne’s hypnotic, mouth-and-between-your-legs waterin’ and heart-stopping love-making magic … if you start losing control of your bodily functions….such as this:

… or this … 

…. to finally this ….

…that leads to this….

then make sure you have the professionals ready — ‘cause now it’s time to save your life. SAVE IT!! … so you can live to almost die another day to watch 7x12′s “say yes” again…!

… and, finally …. a don’t go, bitch last ditch effort of this ….

…but, if even after all that effort to save you, you’re still leavin’ this life because rick made love to michonne soooo good, soooo damned thorough and so incredibly proper —  with rick arching his back and clasping michonne’s ass and hips to him while slam-thrusting her hard to get all the way up in that glorious pussy… her legs-over-his-shoulder, slammin’ their wet-smacking crotch together as rick is deep-thrust fuckin’ michonne before finally goin’ down on her …

… or michonne’s front and backwards rodeo buck-ridin’ her beautiful blue-eyed southern cowboy, curls-graspin’, deep-throat, out-of-breath kissing him, rolling around, legs wide open or tightly wrapped and locked around rick, mutual gasping and moaning … michonne licking, biting and tasting him before rick reverse slams the fuck outta her …. 

…. if all of that has blown your mind, your libido, your heart and your chances of survival ….  

then —- you bring in this guy … for your last rites…because i’m gonna tell you what’s going to happen to you at this point ….

… the richonne pleasure factor will be too much for you …. way too much for you to handle, so you’ll succumb to death for the visual witnessing of richonne’s love for each other and their breathtakingly perfect lovemaking. too bad. so sad. you’re dead. bye.


…you’ll wander off into richonne after-life paradise where previous richonners await your arrival…you’ll all sit around sippin’ tea and talkin’ about which richonne moment took your life, what’s happened since then, etc…

lol…for real, tho’….you thought you'd actually live through seeing all that richonne smut happening right before your eyes without suffering the consequences — you knew you’d never survive it.

 but you tried it. you tried it.

you weren’t alone in your demise, btw … all the richonne fandom went up in flames because of richonne’s true love and all the moments of affection, king and queen badassery and their supreme lovemaking. 

every last richonner — they’re all in the richonne landfill — where they belong. i’ll be joining them soon as i, too, did not survive this.

…this was your coffin…

…and all of our final resting place — at the richonne landfill of alexandria.

… then at last, off to my own funeral. 

so, ask me….was it worth it? 

hell. to. the. yeah, it was. imma do it again!! 

BONUS: 

for those of us who don’t know how to quit….consider these “after-life” alternatives for another chance at life…consider the possibilities of:

a seance….with this creepy ass possessed lil’ gurl to bring you back…

or the ouija board … use at your own risk …

or…my go-to after-life method for getting back into richonne, literally….

… body-jumping a’la oda mae brown style. not exactly the same concept, but it’s worth a try. 

you see … i’m sooo going after rick … i’m cum coming for you, rick grimes … and i’m body-jumpin’ straight into michonne!

No Such Thing As Bulletproof

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: fluff, kidnapping, swearing, angst, violence, blood
Summary: You’re captured by Hydra Agents who want revenge on your boyfriend, Captain America. The actions of one agent would make you do something you will never forget.
Word Count: 2k+
A/N: This is for Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Challenge with the card, “My first kill”! HAPPY 1 YEAR AND 2k KATE!!! YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH!!!!
@emilyevanston

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A/N For the person who requested the Carl Grimes imagine based on the song Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran, I hope this is okay!

Summary: Carl finds reader fixing a CD player in the library, when she does she forces him to dance with her

Warnings: None

Carl Grimes

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

“Hey, Carl!” You grinned as you noticed the teen walking into the library that you sort of worked at. He looked up at the sound of your voice, a small smile on his lips.

“Hey.” He spoke, a small smile on his face. “Is it okay if I sit with you for a bit? I’ve got nothing to do.” You gave him a nod before going back to the CD player you’d found, attempting to make it work. “Yeah, that’s fine. I was pretty bored anyways.”

Carl sat down next to you at the table, setting Judith down so that she could play with some toys that you’d set out for her the last time she and Carl had come to visit you. The library had sort of been your ‘safe haven’ if you will, it was always the place you went if you needed some peace and quiet or just needed away from everyone else. Not a lot of people went there, but you practically lived there. And thankfully, it was the one place the saviors hadn’t completely raided.

“What’re you doing?” He questioned, glancing to Judith every few seconds to make sure she was alright. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your bottom lip was half sucked into your mouth in concentration as you worked on the CD player,“I’m trying to get this stupid thing to work. I haven’t heard actual music in a long time and it’d be nice to hear some.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair,“Yeah, it would. I didn’t realize how much I took it for granted.”

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Say Yes

Rick and Michonne sprinted down the street.

Somehow they had taken a wrong turn and were now racing to make it back to the van, walkers on their tail. More were pouring out from the alleys drawn by the sound, cutting them off and causing them to separate as they fought to get through the chaos.

Rick made it back first, yanked open the back door of the van, then doubled back to help cut a path for Michonne.

When she reached him he grabbed her arm, forcing her behind him and into the van while he continued to fight them off, kicking and shoving the grasping walkers with his left hand while he shoved Michonne into the van with his right.

“Get in! Get in!” she cried as she pulled on him now that she was safe inside. Rick used both arms to launch himself in as he felt walkers grabbing him from behind. Michonne pulled him with all her strength, dragging him to safety while desperately trying to pull the doors shut.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” Michonne frantically grabbed at Rick’s shirt, ripping and pulling it off of him as she searched his body for injury. “Are you okay?” she kept asking, not hearing him as he tried to calm her with his soft words. “I’m okay,” he whispered over and over, his breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He rested on his knees, his hands hanging loosely at his sides as Michonne, undeterred by his words, continued her desperate search, not believing that they had both made it safely back.

Finally, Rick grabbed her and pulled her in close. “Michonne. I’m okay. We’re okay. It’s okay,” he breathed into her ear, repeating the words like a mantra trying to calm her. “It’s okay to smile,” he said. “We made it. Remember? We’re the ones who who live.”

Michonne rested her head on his shoulder, allowing him to soothe her with the words she had only just used to calm him, when he had been frantic for her safety, terrified over the danger she had been in.

Quietly she held him, tears silently running down her face, and onto his body, cutting a path through their sweat and grime. Slowly she began to come back into her body, finally aware of her surroundings.

The sound of the walkers outside the van faded as she felt Rick murmuring into her ear, her neck, and her hair.

Gently he began kissing her, soft at first, like he soothed the children when they awoke from the dreams that were also half memories. Then, more desperate as he absorbed her panic and became aware of the close call that was closer than either of them would want to admit. Rick lowered her onto the the van floor, deepening the kiss as they silently reveled in their survival…

Just busted this out on my phone. Sorry for any grammar errors or typos…

what it’s like to be a woman, edition 7,894,326

i had been gardening for hours, on a hot spring day. my bf joined me later than he said he would. as he took literally his first three shoves of the shovel, a man walked by. i had taken a moment to take a sip of wine, at about four p.m., after having been at it since the hot noon sun.

the man says to me “you makin’ him do all the work? heh heh heh.” like i was just lazing about, looking pretty, drinking & watching the real work done. unaware of the sweat dripping down my body, covered in grime, dirt under all my nails, sunburnt, starving.

i smiled & said “your powers of perception are at like a negative ten, my guy.”

he looked befuddled & kept walking.