god delights in you

gentiles on this website: “The Old Testament God is cruel and vengeful!”
actual Jews in my synagogue yesterday: “My favorite part of the reading is when it says the Torah is not in heaven so it’s too far to reach, it’s not across the sea so we can’t get it, but that it’s in our hearts… the idea of having that be so close, of being so close to something divine, that thrills me.”
“And here, where it says ‘the Lord will delight in you as he did in your fathers’, that’s such a beautiful thing. You know, God is this all-powering being, and God delights in us.”

gentiles on this website: “You can’t be an atheist and religious!”
actual Jews in my synagogue yesterday: “I’m just not buying any of this. I was born during the Holocaust and I could never wrap my mind around this omnipotent all-seeing God, and usually I’m a little moved by this, I try to be hopeful, but when I look around the world now, I just don’t buy it! If I really believed there was a God, I would resent him.” [still wears a prayer shawl and attends synagogue regularly]

gentiles on this website: “Religious people never question what they’re told, they just followed blindly!”
my actual rabbi: “Sometimes the Torah can be like an older relative whom we love dearly, and who has a lot of wisdom to give, but who also says things that cause us pain, that we find offensive or wrong. And I think the wrong instinct would be to pretend we don’t hear what they’re saying, or to cut them out entirely, or to be guided by them into thinking and behaving in offensive ways. What we need to do is engage the Torah. We need to wrestle with it, and try to understand it, to figure out where it’s coming from and learn how we can progress from it, because the Torah is not unchanging. It belongs in each of our hearts, and it changes for us as we study it, as each generation challenges its old assumptions.”

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#NewGodSquad | Actual dysfunctional family

my one and only

Summary: a bad day means lots and lots of cuddles with Bucky. || modern AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1610

A/N: Here’s my entry for my lovely Erin’s [ @theassetseyeliner ] writing challenge! I combined my prompt with a request I received, so I hope you all enjoy! | masterlist

Originally posted by bucha-nan


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perspective

this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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Six Nights (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Prompt: “We live on the same floor and the dorm between ours always has REALLY loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at two am do you want this last bite of ice cream?” aka the college AU that grew legs and went for a walk. 

Warnings: only a few minor curses

Word Count: 5k

A/N: University AUs are a favourite of mine and this prompt was too good to ignore. It was supposed to be short, but as you can see, I got a little carried away… I hope you like it! :)

(Allison is alive because fuck Jeff Davis.)

Originally posted by ohsadagnes

NIGHT ONE

The first night, you were woken by the sound of a headboard banging against a wall. You tried turning over and burying your head in the pillows, but the loud noise just persisted until you were left completely conscious.

Groaning, you sat up. After glancing at your phone and discovering it was only a little after 1am, you swung your legs from the bed and pulled on a large hoodie. You debated knocking on your neighbour’s apartment, but decided against it - just because you weren’t getting any, it didn’t mean you had to ruin their fun.

After slipping on a pair of shoes, you grabbed your laptop and decided to go for a little walk. As tempting as staying in bed sounded, you really didn’t want to have to listen to your neighbours having sex, and there were other things you could be doing.

The corridors were desolate, students behind each closed door, undoubtedly busy with things like sleeping or studying. Seeing as your dorm building had a communal lounge, you headed in that direction and quickly set up camp at a small table in the back corner. You dumped your laptop on the desk and made use of the drinks machine to fix yourself up with a hot chocolate before going back at your table and beginning to browse the internet.

You didn’t have a plan, per say, but reckoned your neighbour wouldn’t take more than half an hour to…finish. You would just stay in the lounge for that long, reply to a few emails, scroll through out-dated social media, relax. You’d had a busy week and having a little time to catch up online didn’t sound so bad.

As time began to slip by, you became less and less aware of those around you. The night grew darker and the lounge grew quieter, people draining out until you were almost completely alone.

Absorbed in your laptop’s luminescent screen, you gasped loudly when a photo of one of your friends getting proposed to appeared on your feed, completely unable to contain the surprised exclamation. You slammed the mug on the table, pulling out your phone and immediately going to call her. You couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to tell you - you’d known Allison for years, and she’d just, what? forgotten to inform you of her engagement? It was completely unacceptable.

“Answer, goddamnit!” You growled, glaring at your phone when it went straight to voicemail. You were beginning to construct an angry - yet supportive - text message when a voice cut through the air.

“Y’know, people don’t normally answer their phones at,” the stranger paused, presumably checking the time, “2am.”

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your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
—  Charles Bukowski
May you learn to see your self with the same delight, pride, and expectation with which God sees you in every moment.
—  The Road Back to You: An Enneagram Journey to Self-Discovery" by Ian Morgan Cron, Suzanne Stabile
Cuddles - Drabble

Originally posted by seabasschino

Bucky X Reader

Anon’s request: Heyyy can u please do a Whiny!bucky barnes x reader were he’s just lazy the whole day and just wants to cuddle with the reader specially on her Ass. Because she has a really great ass and he just wants to lay his head their but the reader has work…but bucky just keeps whining. Later on they cuddle

A/N: Anon’s request! Yay!! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! I wrote something like that previously [here], but there was no ‘ass’ included and I love this idea so much! No problem doing it again. 

A/N2: Requests are open. If you want to be tagged, tell me and I will arrenge it!

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“[Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn],” Bucky drags the last sillable of your name as he plops down on the couch beside you. You have your laptop open and propped up by the arm of the couch, your fingers fly around the keyboard, filling a work’s report.

“Yes?”

“I need you.”

That gets you attention. “With what?” Bucky needed help, your report could wait.

He reached out with both arms, making grabby movements, a pout on his face, doe eyes and lower lip out (a toddler’s expression, but he could it off amazingly good).

“Cuddle me?”

Seriously?

“We’ll cuddle after I finish this, okay?”

Bucky leaned into you, ruffling his nose on your neck.

“Pleaseeeeeee.” Yes, he whined. Bucky Barnes whined.

“Buck, why don’t you go hit the gym until I finish my report?” you asked, stroking his hair with your hand. His head leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He turned to kiss your palm.

“I don’t wanna,” he mumbled into your hand. “I’m tired. Please, cuddle with me, doll.”

You seriously had to finish your report, like immediately.

“I can lay down with you,” he perked up and that, his eyes shining from excitement - if he had a tail, it would be flipping fast - “But I’ll still have to bring the computer and finish this.”

“Okay.”

Bucky laid flat on his back on the huge couch and you on top of him, chests together.

Your arms outstretched to reach your computer behind his head, on the cushion so you could still type.

His hands crept to your sides, running up and down in a soothing manner. He soon went to do the same across your back and sides.

Then his hands simply settled on your ass.

“Huh, Buck?”

“Yeah, doll?”

Of course he would reply with a smug smile and closed eyes, completely delighted with the situation.

You chuckled, “Oh my God, okay, then.”

You returned to typing away. It wouldn’t be long now.

He squeezed your ass, “You got a great ass, doll, did ya’ know?”

You looked at him, “You tell me every day,” you pecked his lips and he smiled lovingly, “How can I not know that?”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

Just one more paragraph…

He kissed your jaw, travelling down to your neck and to the other side and back to the jaw.

“Bucky,” you whispered and he hummed for you to proceed, the noise sending shivers up your spine, “Let me finish and we’ll cuddle. I’m almost done.”

“Okay.”

But he didn’t move his lips from your neck nor his hands from your ass, which squeezed from time to time.

And the last paragraph had to be the longest, after all. Fury was burning in your mind, this was a really long report with very little time for you to write it. And you wanted to cuddle with your whining I-could-kill-any-person-in-this-planet-including-Natasha-but-I-just-wanna-cuddle boyfriend.

There,” you beamed, “Final dot.”

“That means…”

“Yes, Buck. Cuddle.”

He made you lay on your stomach again, but this time on the bed. Little difference: he wasn’t under you. No, he was perpendicular to you, his head on your hard yet soft ass, his arms massaging your lower back. He had fetched food and drinks for you as you picked the movie that rolled on the big screen.

Cuddly Bucky was the best.

“Doll?” he called, quietly.

“Yeah, Buck?” you answered with a calming tone.

“I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“Doll?”

“Yeah?”

“Having something you can’t bear to lose is fucking scary. And I you’re mine.”

You slid down on the bed and lined your face with his. “You won’t lose me. I promise.”

He looked into your eyes, searching. You held his gaze lovingly. Apparently he found what he was looking for.

Tenderly, he held your face and kissed you. There was no hurry, no fear; just love and care.

When he pulled away, he asked, “Can we cuddle again?”

“Same way?”

“Please,” his puppy dog eyes were irresistible. Once settled on your ass again, you heard him mumbling, “Why the hell I’ve never thought of this before?”


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Tease (Bruce Wayne x Batmom)

Request: “#45 with Bruce?” from anon.

A/N: I got your message anon, don’t worry. 

Warnings: *****NSFW!!! PURE NSFW!!! This is the first time I’m writing smut so please bear with me. I really need Jesus. I can’t believe I wrote this but for you guys i would write the most smuttiest fic ever if that brings you enjoyment. I’m a freaking virgin so idek if the sex was right. But for real though guys, don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with NSFW.*******

Prompt: “Enjoying the view there?”

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It didn’t take you that long to realize that Bruce was trying to make you want him desperately. 

The first time was when you came back from work. You were laying on your bed comfortably on your stomach, wondering what time your husband will be home that night.

You were so close to falling asleep when you felt the other side of the bed dipped in. Bruce kissed the back of your neck, “Missed me, sweetheart?” He asked, voice low and husky.

You hummed in response. He started running his rough hand up and down your upper naked thigh. You felt him scoot closer, pressing himself against you. You smiled when you felt him through your silk nightgown. 

He pushed your nightgown up just below your chest and slowly slid his hand down to your lower abdomen, but stopped when he had only two fingers under you panties.

He smirked when you started to squirm, “Goodnight, Mrs. Wayne.” He chuckled.

You whimpered, “You’re such a cruel husband.”

The second time was when you found Bruce working out in his gym. You were only going there to ask him what he wanted for lunch but you were completely thrown off when he was lifting weights. He was sweaty and shirtless, giving you a full view of his flexing muscles.

You bit your lip. How can a man be this perfect? The only thing you could think about was having him on top of you.

He saw you looking in the corner of his eye and smirked, he put the weights back on its rack and sat up to drink his water. 

He got up and swung a folded towel around the back of his neck, stretching his arms. You felt something tug in your lower stomach. Whatever he’s trying to do to you is defenitely working. Big time.

Enjoying the view there?” Bruce called out, giving you his signature smirk.

You growled, “Just tell me what you want for lunch so I can leave while I still have my sanity.”

The third time was when he finally broke you.

You were taking a hot shower, washing your hair and humming to a song that was stuck in your head. You sighed as you felt the hot water run down your back and rinsing the shampoo away from your hair. 

You felt a hand snake around you chest, covering your breasts, “I didn’t ask you to join me.” You said matter factly.

His shower had no curtain nor sliding doors since his bathroom is so big. So you didn’t hear him at all when he came in.

Bruce kissed your shoulder, “Shhh.”

You breath hitched in your throat when you felt his erection on your thigh, “Bruce…” You warned.

He ignored you and separated your legs, pushing you against the shower wall, letting the water fall on both of you, “How long has it been since we’ve made love, (Y/N)?” He asked, crossing your wrists behind your lower back.

You moaned when he placed his tip on your slit, “That’s your fault for being a tease these pass few days.”

He took a handful of your hair in his, pushing himself further in you. You let out a loud moan, “Bruce!”

He was slow at first, but once you begged him to go faster he happily obliged, “Oh my God!”

He turned you around, lifting you up against the wall and slammed back into you again, keeping up with the fast pace. You wrapped your legs around his naked waist, doing everything you can to bring him in more deeper, “Oh fuck!”

Bruce grunted, leaning down to bite gently on one of your nipples. You screamed with delight, arching you back, “Yes! Oh my God yes!”

He spent his time licking and sucking before he moved to the other. Pleasure exploded through your entire body when you felt him cum inside you. You were shaking in pure bliss when you finally released. Bruce moaned your name into your ear when you cummed all over his manhood, “Fuck, (Y/N)!”

He slid outside of you, leaving a trail of cum connecting the both of you. Bruce kissed you passionately, but when he pulled back he gently pushed you down to your knees. You grinned as he gripped his throbbing cock and slid it into your watering mouth.

 “You know what to do.”

The Real You

Summary: Ever since you joined the Avengers, you felt the need to keep to yourself. The Avengers were Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, so a lot was riding on what they thought of you. However, when you bump into an old friend of yours at a gala event, your facade breaks. Let’s see what the Avengers actually think of the real you.

Author’s Note: Another throwback. I wrote this back in January 9th, 2016. Let me know if you want a continuation.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Words: 1,326

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

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The Laughing Heart
Charles Bukowski (Read by Tom Waits)
The Laughing Heart

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.


Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart

Voz/ Read by: Tom Waits

Threes

A short story about encounters with the Gentry. I left a bit of an open end, in case I want to continue this as a series, but that is yet to be confirmed. Hope you enjoy!

As a child, you adored tales about faeries. Anything that had to do with the fair folk, you consumed. All of it was fiction, of course. The only “fairies” you’d ever seen were the Tinkerbell figurines your best friend gave you as a gift, the art your mom drew for you, and the reading lights your grandmother had given you for your birthday. You decorated your room with posters, you had stories lining your shelves, and the figurines took up every flat space you could find.

You could never know that this knowledge would save your life.

You had taken a year off to get your bearings, earn a little money, find your place in life. When you found the website for Elsewhere University, it was an accident. You had been browsing a college webpage when it glitched, landing you on their website. It was almost like magic. The college had an incredible arts program, all the languages you were looking to study, and even relatively cheap housing. You had never seriously considered anything except the college your mother went to before you, but this place was just too good to be true. You showed the website to your parents, and you began enrollment.

The day you moved out, you and your mother drove into the countryside. You had lived here your whole life, driving these woods so much that you knew them like the back of your hand. You frowned at the GPS when it told you to turn right onto a road you knew didn’t exist, but to your surprised there was, in fact, a road there. You followed the directions, uneasiness settling in for the first time since you had discovered this incredible place.

The trip, which you had estimated would take half a day at least, took a mere hour, crossing through towns you had never heard of in places you had been a hundred times. You found your way to the dorms, ordinary looking brick buildings with extraordinarily normal paths leading to them. You and your mom began to unpack, carrying your things to the dorm. When everything had been moved up, your mother gave you a long hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before waving to you from the car as she drove away. You watched her go apprehensively, looking at your map and going to the main building for orientation along with a pack of other freshman.

When the RA began tell you the rules, you recognized them. The others laughed, college superstitions novel to them. But you knew. You knew what iron and salt were, you knew why you never say “Please” or “Thank You” or “I’m Sorry”. You knew the danger of walking into circles, of wandering into places where time crawls. You knew.

You went to your room, your roommate chattering excitedly. She laughed about the superstitions, saying that it was so ridiculous. You quickly cut her off, telling her that it was no joke. She seemed surprised by your seriousness, by the fear in your voice. You took off the iron ring your aunt gave you, handing it to her. You told her not to take it off, not even in the shower, and she nodded, seeming more scared of you than anything the RA said.

You were never one to wear jewelry, but you pull out all the stops here. You wore everything iron you’ve ever had. Your charm bracelet, mostly empty, was always on your wrist. You always kept your bag full of snacks, and always grabbed salt packets from the dining hall, even when your pockets were full. You also kept rings and bracelets and charms made of plastic, things you never really had a use for, just in case.

You remember being young. You remember your friends, all believers in faeries, making a resting place out of a butterfly cage. You remember waking up to the food being gone, the water depleted. You had poured it in your left eye, hoping to gain the Sight. You still occasionally saw figures out of the corner of that eye, but you always chalked it up to your eyes playing tricks on you. You grew up, you thought that maybe your parents had taken the food, hoping to make you happy. That it was all an indulgent game for a child.

Walking across campus was frightening. There were always Things. You wouldn’t look directly at them, terrified they’d see you. You knew better than to attract their attention. You knew better. When people took out their mood rings, you always told them to put it away. You didn’t glance, but you knew they were there. They saw you, and you saw them. You prayed they didn’t know.

You winced when you heard people ask their friends for favors. Polite phrases pierced your ears like arrows, pleases and thank yous being tossed around without care. You made friends with some of the more cautious people, although most of them were as unaware as the rest. You told them in quiet whispers what will happen to the people who don’t follow the rules, the people who don’t respect The Good Neighbors. The Fair Folk.

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“Do you forgive me then?” A Nolan Holloway Imagine Part 2. (Smut!)

You guys asked for it, so here it is! Part 2 for “Next Time.” Hope you enjoy it, but don’t enjoy it too much ;) 

Part 1. 

It was Friday and everyone at Beacon Hills High knew what that meant; bonfire night. Today marked the beginning of the season for the Cyclones and everyone, including you, were beyond excited. You rushed home after school and took a nap so that you were well rested for what you knew would be a long night. When your phone woke you up a couple of hours later, you quickly jumped in the shower to clean yourself up, you never knew what would happen at these kind of things. Your mind immediately went to Nolan. You knew that he was kind of introvert so you kept your hopes of seeing him at a minimum, though you deep down really hoped he would show up. The two of you had some unfinished business you really wanted solved. Ever since that day at his house, the two of you hadn’t stopped flirting. He would walk by you at school, staring you up and down, smirking not saying a word. You would bite your lip when you caught him looking at you through the cafeteria and not to talk about that one time where you walked into each other. You would have sworn that the air between you got so electric that you could’ve powered an entire airplane on a flight across the Atlantic. 

You had already planned your outfit to be quite casual since you weren’t the biggest girly girl. You settled on a pair of black jeans and a wine red flowy top that you really loved. You let your hair air dry and then puffed it up a little bit. An hour and a few pre-party shots later, you were ready to roll. You grabbed your leather jacket and left your house, ready to have some well deserved fun. 

You were jumping up and down with a cup in your hand, having the time of your life when you saw him staring right at you, warpaint covering both his upper cheeks his torso covered by the red jersey. You immediately stopped dancing, an idea popping into your head. You looked at him, making sure you had his full attention then bit your lip and turned around ready to walk away. You shot a quick look over your shoulder, to make sure he saw you leave, and then you did. You walked towards the school parking lot, stopping to lean against the wall waiting. You closed your eyes leaning your head back, enjoying the feeling of being free, when all of a sudden a pair of hands grabbed your waist pulling you closer. 

“You are driving me crazy.” A familiar voice whispered, a pair of lips kissing your neck softly. Fluttering your eyes open, you stared right into those sea blue eyes that had occupied your dreams the past weeks. Enjoying the feeling of his lips on your neck, it took you a minute or two to answer him. 

“Am I?” You asked innocently, grabbing his jersey to pull him dangerously close, “and what are you going to do about that Mr. Holloway?” You continued to whisper in his ear. Nolan growled pulling you closer, his lips lingering above yours in a tortures manner. The warmth of his hands sent chills down your spine at the same time as the moon was shining making it romantic. However, romance wasn’t on your mind; payback was. 

“What do you want me to do, huh? Kiss your neck? Like last time?” he questioned, his lips caressing your neck softly, barely touching you, “pull you closer?” He asked, pulling you almost impossibly closer to him, “kiss you?” He asked, his lips lingering above yours again, waiting for permission. His fingers were rubbing small circles on your back, all of his actions taking your breath away. Gaining a moment of confidence, your eyes shot up to meet his. 

“Everything.” You whispered, your hands on his chest for support. 

Nolan smirked as he pulled away. “As you wish.” He said, grabbing your hand pulling you across the parking lot to his parked car. Pushing you against it, he leaned in, kissing you roughly before pulling away to unlock his car. Opening the door for you, you slid in quickly. But when Nolan started the car, you stopped him. 

“Nolan, we’re not driving drunk.” You said sternly. Nolan smiled as he kissed you reassuringly. 

“I’m not drunk. Haven’t had any.” He said, looking at you for approval to drive. You nodded an okay and removed your hand from the steering wheel and a few moments later you were on the road. Country music was playing on the radio as Nolan drove. His words running through your head was making the heat between your legs almost impossible to control. Nolan chuckled from beside you, his hand letting go of the steering wheel and landing on your upper thigh. 

“We’re almost there princess. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, no interruptions this time.” He said, giving you a quick smile before his eyes landed on the road again. You nodded, crossing your legs trying to relieve the pressure that had already built up. Nolan couldn’t help but laugh when he saw it. It wasn’t long after that, that you saw the house you knew was his your excitement rising like the tide. Nolan was quick to park the car and get the front door opened. He grabbed your waist, pulling you close his lips on yours within seconds. 

“Parents aren’t home, no need to worry.” He whispered against your lips as he pulled you along with him. As soon as you were both in his room, he attacked your lips again, and this time you weren’t holding back as a loud moan escaped your lips. 

“Oh god, you can’t do that to me.” He groaned as he removed your shirt, seeing the red lace bra you had decided on earlier. Smirking, you pulled him with you, pushing him onto the bed, crawling onto his lap. 

“If you get excited over a bra, I can’t wait to see how you react when you see the matching panties.” You winked sending him over the edge. Flipping you around, he pinned your hands to the mattress. His baby blue eyes no longer existing as they were replaced with dark lustful eyes.  

“Don’t tease me baby girl.” He growled. Grabbing the edge of his shirt he pulled it over his head, throwing it away. Normally you would come up with a sassy remark, but Nolan had you lost for words with those actions. 

Squirming beneath him, you whined. “Nolaaaan, just do something for gods sake!” Apparently that was what he wanted to hear, because he let go of your hands, grabbing the edge of your jeans instead pulling them down. It took him a moment to recover from the sight in front of him. You in your red lace underwear, squirming just wanting him. Smirking, he got rid of his own pants. 

“Tell me if you like it.” He smirked. He lowered himself and kissed you. Slowly at first, his lips trailing down your collarbone, then your stomach, to your hips, inner thigh and then he stopped. You couldn’t help but groan at his teasing, but before you could complain, he was there! Right where you wanted him. His lips graced over your cloth covered vagina making you gasp in desperation. 

“Nolan fucking Holloway, stop teasing me and just do something!” Nolan wasted no time after that. Hooking his fingers in the edges of your underwear, he pulled your panties off, standing to pull his own off and grabbing a condom from his drawer. But you were tired of waiting, so just as he had aligned himself, you pushed his shoulders and flipped your bodies over, so you were hovering above him. He looked stunned at first about the fact that you had taken control, but you kissed him. 

“I got tired of waiting.” You whispered with a shrug and kissed his lips, then you slid down onto him. You couldn’t help but throw your head back, almost screaming at the sensation that filled you. Nolan grabbed your hips harshly, his eyes closed in pure pleasure. You wasted no time as you supported your hands on his chest and started riding him just the way you liked it. 

“Shit.” Nolan’s hands went from your hips to your ass as he smacked it harshly, making you fly forward, gasping. 

“Too hard?” He whispered. Laughing you shook your head as you leaned down to kiss him. 

“Do it again.” You whispered. Nolan smirked as he grabbed you and flopped you onto you back. This time it was his time to hurry. He entered you and just as you thought it couldn’t get better, his lips got to work on your nibble, biting softly. It didn’t take him long to have you a moaning mess beneath him. Wanting everything, you ran you hands through his hair, making him look at you. Without saying, he knew that you were getting close. He grabbed your leg and placed it on his shoulder, getting even deeper. You wanted to moan, scream even, but the feeling he gave you was so intense that no sound came out at first. 

“Fuck! Nolan please for the love of god don’t stop!” You whispered, grabbing the bed sheets with your left hand as your right hand got to work on your clit. 

“Shit! Please keep doing that.” Nolan groaned at the sight as he rammed into you, harder and faster with each thrust. At the sight of his closed eyes, knowing he was trying to hold as long as possible, the sweat covering his face and chest you couldn’t help but let it all out in the most intense orgasm you had ever had. 

“Fuck! Nolan! God yes!” you moaned as everything disappeared for a few minutes. When you came back down to earth, you could feel Nolan pulling out but you didn’t notice that he got up to get rid of the condom before he laid back down next to you. It was all so surreal that you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh god,” you sighed in delight, “that was amazing.” You chuckled. Turning onto your side, you looked at Nolan who was also smiling. He turned his head to look at you. 

“Do you forgive me then?” He smirked, knowing the answer. Crawling into his embrace suddenly drained from all energy, you smiled as you kissed him softly. 

“Hell yeah.”  

spy kids 2 is the best one in the franchise and you can all fucking fight me on this

  • ralph the bug robot
  • the president’s daughter’s secret service posse
  • THE FUCKING MAGNET MEN
  • that one whole scene where the kids beat up the magnet men
  • [robot voice] now picking your nose
  • WHO? WHAT? WHEN? WHERE AND WHY do i delight in
  • steve buscemi
  • tiny animals. TINY ANIMALS
  • “do you think god hides in heaven because he too is afraid of what he has created”
  • cheering skeletons
  • man i dunno about you but when i was 10 i had the biggest crush on gary giggles
  • “i only dance….. ballet”
  • and don’t forget:

Originally posted by piperelizabeths

You surprise them on tour - Got7

Jackson:

Jackson would be very upset that you couldn’t make it to their show in Japan all because your boss wouldn’t give you the days off. You talked to Mark and JB about surprising Jackson before their concert, they were all on board with the plan and helped sneak you into the venue while the other guys worked on distracting Jackson. Jackson was fidgeting with his phone when he heard your melodic voice.

“Y/n! Oh my god! What are you doing here?” Jackson screamed in delight and ran up to you hugging you tightly.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground and spun in circles. Once he put you down he pulled you even closer to his body and kissed your lips passionately. You pulled away first and hugged him again.

“You have to thank Mark and Jaebum for this one babe.” You smirk at him and he hugs his boys tightly, thankful to have such amazing friends.

Originally posted by ashirley246


Jaebum:

Mark and his girlfriend cuddled on the couch in the makeup room while Bambam gushed on and on about this girl he’s been dating for a while. Jaebum tried to turn up the volume on his music to drown out the love birds but nothing seemed to help keep his mind off missing you. With a loud groan, he stood up and walked outside to call you. He left so quickly that he missed the sly grins on his band mates faces. As he walked outside he saw you standing there with his favorite candy and a balloon. His eyes started to well up as he walked up to you, clearly not believing the sight in front of him.

“Baby, Y/n, I was just about to call you!” JB say as he hugs your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much JB.” He hears you say, he hugs you even tighter which seemed impossible.

“I love you, this was a great surprise babe.”

Originally posted by daefsoul


Jinyoung:

“Hey hyung we were about to go out, wanna come?” Bambam claps his elder on the back and Jinyoung shakes his head no.

“Why not? It’ll be fun!” Bambam tilts his head to the side questioningly and Jinyoung waves him off.

“Well, the invitation stands if you change your mind.” Bambam continues before walking out with the rest of his band mates.

Jinyoung stares at his phone screen, eager for it to ring in case you decide to call or text. He knows being on the other side of the world makes it difficult for you guys to talk often but normally you respond at this time. He looks around the hotel room, trying to find something that could possibly take his mind off the clock ticking on the wall. He throws his head back on the couch with a sigh and as if on cue, his phone rings.

“Y/n!?” Jinyoung answers the phone without looking at the contact and is disappointed hearing Jacksons voice.

“No, Jackson. You miss her that bad?” Jackson lightly chuckles on the other line and Jinyoung rolls his eyes.

“What do you want Jackson?” He snaps and instantly apologizes to his hyung. “Sorry, this is normally the time Y/n and I can talk.”

“I understand, I was gonna ask if you’ve looked outside the door in a while. I ordered a few extra things for us and I was curious if they showed up yet.” Jackson says and he gets up from the couch.

As Jinyoung opens the door his eyes fall on you, standing there with the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

“I gotta go Jackson, I have a feeling you know why.” Jinyoung hangs up the phone and drags you inside quickly.

His hands instantly find the sides of your face and bring you in for a sweet, longing kiss. You both pull away, both chests heaving for air.

“Surprise.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in for one of many more kisses.

Originally posted by markjin


Mark:

Mark was very distraught at the thought of not being with you for your 3 year anniversary of being together. Mark apologized profusely and promised to make it up to you when he got home from tour. However, his mind was clearly not on practicing tonight’s dances.

“Hyung, why don’t you get some water.” Yugyeom suggests and Mark nods, leaving the room to go to the water cooler.

As he stood filling a paper cup up with cold water, he nearly dropped it hearing his name.

“Markie?” Your voice almost whispers and you’ve never seen him turn around quicker.

“Baby girl? No way!” Mark lifts you into his arms and your legs instinctually wrap around his waist.

“Happy anniversary!” You say into his ear and kiss his cheek.

“Happy anniversary baby, I’m sorry I don’t have any gifts but you are an amazing present.” Mark kisses your lips tenderly as wild whistles break out across the room from the guys watching in the doorway.

Originally posted by ceohan

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom attempted face timing you for the one millionth time today it felt. Every time you wouldn’t answer, he assumed you were busy and always tried again later. When you finally answered his mood improved immensely just seeing your beautiful face.

“Hello gorgeous, what have you been doing today?” Yugyeom asks you.

“Hi oppa, I’ve been very busy I’m sorry for not talking much.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad to finally see you. I miss you like crazy, they are starting to make fun of me.” He adds a laugh at the end making you smile as well.

“I miss you too oppa, we’ll see each other soon. I have to go now I’m sorry, I love you.” You blow him a kiss and hang up.

Although he’s disappointed to see you gone so soon he happy you two got to talk at all. He straightens up on the couch when the other 5 members come walking in.

“Ah what a lazy bum, sitting here all day while the rest of us try to find Mark.” Jackson tsks at Yugyeom and his eyebrows furrow.

“Did you try calling him? I’ll go look for him if you really need me to.” Yugyeom stands after the boys tell him to go.

He roams the halls for a while before running- literally running into a girl who looked suspiciously like his girlfriend.

“Aish Yugyeom!” You voice holds fake anger as it dawns on him that it really is his girlfriend.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? I don’t ever care I’m just glad to have you in my arms.” He brings you in for a bone crushing hug before you could even get a breath out.

“Surprise oppa!” You lean back to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark


Youngjae:

Youngjae would be blind if he hadn’t noticed how odd his band members were acting today. He just chalked it up to them being more than excited for tonight’s show, but now it’s getting out of hand.

“What is up with you guys?” Youngjae questioned his friends as they tried to pick out an outfit that was far too flashy for his taste.

“Nothing!” “Whaaaat?” “Hyung stop over thinking.” They all brushed off his concern and it only made it worse.

Youngjae shook his head but continued to go along with the ridiculousness that was happening.

Finally they headed to the venue for makeup and hair, everyone was still acting strange. Bambam kept fixing every little thing until they actually walked into the building. He noticed a girl sitting in his normal seat, he couldn’t quite see her face and hesitantly wakes up to her. When you turned around his face lit up and he turned around to his members who gave him thumbs up.

“Oh my god, Y/n.” You stand up from the chair and throw yourself at Youngjae.

He happily holds you in his arms but pulls back to kiss all over your face and finally your lips.

Originally posted by mkcyj


Bambam:

Bambam’s heart would ache knowing he couldn’t be with you on your birthday to spoil and shower you in affection. He knows you are home in Thailand while he is touring the United States with his band. He calls you as soon as he wakes up to wish you a happy birthday.

“Happy birthday baby.” Bambam says in a gravely morning voice, knowing your love for that sound.

“Thank you bambam, I miss you.” You say making a pouty face that he could practically hear over the phone.

“Don’t make that face, I’ll see you soon okay? I’ll make sure to spoil you times 10.” He smiles at the thought of buying you any and everything you want.

“Hey babe?” You ask and he hums in response. “Can you come open the door please, your girlfriend wants to cuddle.”

Bambam has never sprung out of a bed quicker than hearing those words come out of your mouth. He swung the door open revealing you with a small suitcase and a huge smile. You squealed as he ravaged your lips with loving and passionate kisses.

“Might wanna let the girl in before you do all that hyung.” Bambam hears Yugyeom say and flicks him off.

He dragged you into his room and cuddled with you for hours.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop