and they smell like buttered popcorn

justbeachy81  asked:

Your latest fic and the promoter has made me realize how much I love domestic MSR before they got together. This may be generic, but could you write MSR going out and doing something normal before they got together (like just going out to a pumpkin patch, or a movie, or for a hike, or whatever you think)? Fluffy UST is the fic I never knew I needed. :)

So this is it. THE LAST DAY OF FICTOBER! I thought I’d end this month with a short piece of fluff. So here you go. Thank you all for reading, liking, reblogging or simply accepting that these stories floated over your dash day after day. You’re all amazing!

Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

“Scully, whatever you’re doing right now, stop it, get dressed and meet me downstairs in 15 minutes.“ 

"Mulder, I-” But it’s only the dial tone blaring at her. Really need to work on that phone etiquette, Mulder, Scully thinks, as she hangs up the phone and gets up from the couch. She should be used to these phone calls by now. It’s Friday and up until five minutes ago when Mulder called her, they were looking at a free weekend. She stares down at her warm, fuzzy socks; she’d been looking forward to doing nothing for two days. Two days without having to chase aliens, or Mulder, and just live a normal life. Scully is not sure she even remembers what normal feels like. But of course Mulder has other plans. And all his plans include her. Who knows where he found this newest case now. Probably in the trashcan of some other department. Scully sighs and zips up her overnight bag. It’s always half packed anyway.

She dons a suit, sighs even louder, and fixes her hair. She hopes that wherever Mulder is taking them this time, she has enough time to take a nap on the plane. Or in the car. Scully grabs her bag, her jacket and her keys. Why she keeps following him like this without question or complaint, she’ll never know.

“There you are, I was just gonna - Scully, why are you wearing that?” Mulder, standing on impatient feet in front of her elevator, is wearing jeans and his leather jacket over a t-shirt that, if she were to look closely, has a ketchup stain at the hem. 

“I’m wearing… clothes. What were you expecting, Mulder?” Her overnight bag lands by her feet with a thud. Mulder glances down at it. 

“Oh. Go back upstairs and change into something casual and comfortable.”

“Mulder, can’t you just tell me what’s going on? Where are we going?”

“To the movies. Hurry up, I don’t want to be late.” He ushers her back inside, kicks his bag in after her, and Scully stumbles backwards in her heels. Mulder puts his arm around her waist to steady her. He smells like he’s just showered. Fresh and male. She almost stumbles again and this time the heels aren’t to blame.

“To the movies? What are we doing there?”

“Watching a movie, silly. What else?”

“Did anyone see apparitions on the screen, or-”

“Scully, we’re just going to watch a movie. No case. Just us and Hollywood.”

She finds her jeans in the far back of her closet with no memory of when she last wore them. At least they still fit. She puts on a black shirt that hugs her body rather tightly. It’s all she can find right now and apparently they’re in a hurry. When she looks at herself in the mirror, she wonders if she looks normal. Is this what people, normal people, do on a Friday night? 

“Scully, come on. We’re going to be late.”

“You’re such a nag, Mulder,” she says walking out of her bedroom, “if you’d told me right away where we were going, I would have been done on time. Mulder?” He’s quiet, stands there frozen like a stature. His mouth hangs open, suspended in the middle of a sentence, ready to catch flies. Scully touches his stubbly chin to close his mouth. “I thought we were in a hurry?” She says, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t even know you owned jeans, Scully.” Mulder’s voice sounds as if he’s just stumbled upon an alien civilization. Scully blushes but chuckles. Maybe this weekend won’t be too bad after all.

“Woman of the Year, Mulder?" 

"It’s a classic, Scully. Hepburn and Tracy in their first of nine movies together. ” Mulder explains as he pays for their tickets and leads her inside the movie theatre. “I want popcorn.” He almost jumps over to the counter like a little boy. Scully shakes her head, smiles. “Do you want anything? I’ll share my popcorn with you. Oh, and a coke.”

“Make it a diet and we can share that, too.” As she gets comfortable in the big, velvety chair, Scully finds herself still smiling. Her cheeks hurt; the muscles no longer used to it. Mulder, too, seems happy as he stuffs popcorn into his mouth. Scully is reminded of a squirrel and giggles. 

“What’s so funny?” Mulder asks with his mouth full. He smells like butter, warm and rich. 

“You.” Scully answers truthfully. She puts her arm on the armrest between them, right next to Mulder’s. This, and she barely dares to admit it to herself, feels like a date. A date with Mulder on a Friday night. What a strange thought and she chuckles again, against her will.

“Admit it, Scully. This was a good idea.” Mulder grins at her and there’s a piece of popcorn stuck in his teeth. He looks ridiculous; ridiculously cute.

“A very good idea, Mulder.” She says as the light go out and music fills the air. Scully leans closer to him, and he does the same, their hair tangling together.

“I thought you were taking me to some one-horse-town where someone saw Elvis in a cloud.”

“Scully, Elvis sightings are real. If we had more time to-”

“SHHH!” The man in front of them turns around, hisses angrily and wiggles his finger at them. 

“Did he just-” Mulder whispers and Scully, nods, reaching into the popcorn. If she were to look at Mulder now, she knows they’d both erupt into laughter and they’ll be thrown out. Maybe next time. Tonight she wants to sit here next to Mulder, feel him close without the threat of impending doom, eat popcorn and laugh at bad jokes. Just like normal people do.

“Hey Scully?” Mulder whispers with his buttery popcorn voice. 

“Hmm?” She leans closer again, her eyes still on the screen, mesmerized by the chemistry between Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy.

“You’re my woman of the year, too." She turns to him, watches the shadows from the movie flicker across his face. "Actually, you’ve been that for the last couple of years. So maybe woman of the century?” He grins. “Or maybe…" 

Scully puts her finger on his lips to shut him up. He nods, understands.  

"Watch the movie,” she whispers, “Tell me later.”

“I most definitely will.” Mulder promises her.

Photos at the Movies Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: michelleloc17


Hi, I love your Bill Skarsgard x Reader stories. I was wondering if you can do one where Bill is at a premier of a movie of some sort and the reader is a photographer and they somehow end up TOGETHER! I’ll leave you to think of how the rest will continue because I trust it’ll be great! Thank you so much! :)

Warning: None

Note: Movie Theaters are awesome to work at cuz you get to enjoy free movies during your breaks. I was planning at working at one but then I decided not to cuz I’d rather not come home smelling like buttered popcorn thanx.

I mean I LOVE popcorn but to have that smell all over you but no popcorn is like torture cuz then you’d be constantly craving popcorn. Don’t think I’ve said popcorn enough.

“Because they pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!” One of the most CUTEST scenes with Georgie’s giggle.

I’m sorry I love Georgie he’s just the cutest little thing ever X3!!! 

Okay enjoy! :D! 

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

Originally posted by dailyskyfox

(OH MY GOSH THIS FOX GIF IS CUTE!!!! X3!!!!!!!!!) 

You were so excited as you started your job at the local movie theater in Hollywood, California. You worked at the local movie theater but you were also a photographer, a writer, and a little bit of an artist.

Well your boss had heard about your photography skills and how you had won 15 blue ribbons and at least 5 trophies due to your photography skills. You had a natural born talent for it from your grandmother who had first taught you how to take good photos at a young age when you used a small plastic camera.

Ever since then you gradually blossomed until you had won a ton of contests and trophies and prizes. Well a new movie called IT was such a highly anticipated movie that the theater was sold out on tickets for a whole week.

So your manager thought it was a brilliant idea to set up a 3D-cardboard scene with a life size cut out of Pennywise standing there with his pointed grin and a handful of bright red balloons.

He was standing in the sewers with Georgie just barely noticeable in the background. You had set up a tripod to take pictures with the incredibly life size and detailed cut out.

It was $5 for a picture and your manager said you’d get half of whatever the total amount was. Well you were sure you were going to be able to buy a yacht at the end. Crowds, upon crowds came in some dressed as clowns and even if they weren’t going to see the IT movie they still took pictures with the scene.

Eventually you heard cheering and screaming and your heart raced when you saw the main cast of IT including the directors were walking your way.

“Hey there.” Andi greeted, “Do you mind if we take a picture?”

“Uh. Yeah totally.” You replied.

You took a picture of the directors with the Pennywise, the Losers club with Georgie, the Bowers gang, and then the killer clown himself.

Bill Skarsgård.

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At the Drive-In

Originally posted by bughead-endgame

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Word Count: 2,442 
Warnings: None that I can think of! 
A/N: My first writing attempt in a while… can you see the rust falling off? This has the potential to be multi-chapter.

The escape was a muscle memory: one hand on the windowsill and one gripping the branch below. She gave in to gravity and let the momentum carry her towards the tree’s sturdy trunk–the only stable thing in Riverdale right now. Since the summer–since Jason Blossom and Sweet Water River–the ground beneath her feet had been shifting and falling out from under her. The town was losing its foundation and didn’t see it. Not yet.

She was halfway out of her window when the glass shattered followed by a loaded silence. Then a man thundered his outrage and a woman followed with a defiant screech. Calm over, storm to be continued throughout the night.

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The Good

*The Good* The Bad The Dirty

Genre: Fluff / Angst / Trigger Warning ( It gets more angtsy as the chapters progress )

Pairing: You x Yoongi

Synopsis: A King would never hurt his queen unless a reason is present. Prior to that, until death do they part.

Yandere!Yoongi AU

Word Count: 1833

Note: So basically I, Admin kai, was listening to these songs, and suddenly had the urge to make a scenario with that name and title. and all I knew was that I wanted it to be an angst. And Admin Kat wanted to make a Yandere AU. So why not…

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Hey guys! This is my “Movie Night” prompt, for Feysand week! I hope you enjoy it!❤️ P.S. I watched The Conjuring right before I wrote this (my fav horror movie) so that’s the movie they watched😂

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

Halloween night was Feyre’s favorite night of the year. She had a tradition of watching a horror movie every time with her sisters, and this year was her first time celebrating it with her boyfriend, Rhys.

She had set up a whole indoor theatre in their living room and had some popcorn in the microwave, the smell of it drifting through her townhouse. Rhys was supposed to get home from Cassian’s any minute, and she rushed to make sure everything looked neat and organized.

She had all the lights off except for the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn. She had candles lit around the living room, giving off a dim light, which set the mood perfectly. Her dog, Max, was curled up on the couch sleeping as usual.

It was 11:30 when the front door opened and she heard him walk inside, dropping his stuff by the entrance before entering the room she was standing in. He paused, his eyes scanning the sofa, which was covered in thick blankets and pillows, then the candles. His nostrils flared as he smelled the popcorn and he rose a brow.

“I knew you liked movie night, but I didn’t realize you were so dedicated to it.” He teased, walking up to her to give her a quick kiss.

She pulled away as the microwave timer went off and skipped into the kitchen.

“Me and my sisters used to have a tradition of watching horror movies every Halloween. So now you and me are going to continue it.” She said with excitement.

Feyre glanced back at him and saw a hesitant look in his eyes, but ignored it as she drizzled some melted butter over the bowl of popcorn. She carried it past Rhys and into the living room, turning off the kitchen light as she went. She plopped herself down on the couch next to Max and glanced up at Rhys with a questioning look.

“What are you waiting for?” She asked, patting the spot next to her on the couch.

He smirked and made his way over to her, sliding his arm around her shoulders as she turned on the TV.

“So, uh, what movie did you pick?” He glanced at her, and it was obvious he was nervous which made her giggle.

“Are you scared of horror movies?” She rose a brow and nudged him with an elbow, but he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Feyre darling, I’m not scared of anything. Especially not fake movies.” He leaned over and took a handful of popcorn from the bowl and winked at her.

She smiled and hit the play button on the remote. “Whatever you say.”

That was all the warning he got before the movie started, and they cuddled together munching on their popcorn.


Rhys wasn’t sure he was breathing as he struggled to keep his eyes on the screen. He had never been the horror movie type of guy, but there was no way he’d ever admit that to Feyre. He refused to chicken out and look away from the screen.

The character in the movie slowly descended the stairs into the basement, and Rhys wanted to scream at them to turn around, but he didn’t want to look scared so he held it in. The screen went still as the basement was shown, and Rhys held his breath, waiting for something to pop out.

Feyre was leaned forward, shoving popcorn in her mouth, and watching the TV as if it was the most amazing masterpiece she’d laid her eyes on. She hadn’t said anything to him since the movie started, and every time he would try to say something, she would shove a handful of popcorn in his mouth while shushing him.

Nothing popped up, which made Rhys release a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, until a toy ball suddenly bounced from behind some shelves towards the woman. Feyre smirked and nudged him with an elbow, which only meant it was going to get worse.

The woman rushed back up the stairs just as the light bulb burst and the screen turned black. Rhys pulled the blanket that was covering Feyre over him, not feeling comfortable without a barrier between him and the dark room.

The laugh of children came from the speakers, and Rhys shrunk further into his seat on the couch, his heart speeding up. Feyre passed the bowl of popcorn to him, still watching the movie, and he grabbed it, shoving large handfuls into his mouth to muffle his scream if it came to that.

A match lit on the screen, and the woman glanced down the stairs towards the now pitch black basement. Idiot, Rhys thought, as she scanned the darkness.

Out of nowhere, two large hands emerged from right beside her, and when they clapped, the match went out and nothing but the woman’s screams were heard.

Rhys jumped, causing half of the popcorn to fly out of the bowl, scattering on the floor and over their laps, causing Feyre to scowl.

“Rhys, that wasn’t even scary, I thought you could take it,” She started, furrowing her brows. He immediately shook his head.

“I wasn’t scared, I just…” He struggled to think of an excuse. “I thought I saw a fly crawling around the bowl so I was trying to get rid of it.” He couldn’t meet her stare as she narrowed her eyes.

“Okay,” She shrugged, turning back to the screen. “If you say so.”

Rhys only grunted and put his arm around her as he forced himself to watch the movie. The sound of Max eating the popcorn from the ground was the only sound as the movie once again got quiet.


The clock read 3:05 when Rhys woke up in the middle of the night. He glanced around him and Feyre’s room,  dragging a hand through his hair. A loud knock on the bedroom window made him gasp, pulling the sheets tighter around him.

Feyre slept peacefully beside him, and he wondered how she wasn’t having nightmares about clapping hands too.

Rhys slowly stood from the bed, making his way toward the window to check out what the noise was. He sighed as he saw the rain outside and turned around the go back to bed, when he heard a creak.

Their bedroom door, slowly inched open, exposing the dark hallway, and making Rhys stop dead in his tracks, about 4 feet from the bed.

“Feyre.” He whispered without taking his eyes off the doorway.

She mumbled something, and buried her face into her pillow.

“Feyre darling, please wake up.”

She grumbled again and sleepily flipped him off from the bed. He started to worry and he was just going to call the cops when he realized his phone was downstairs.

Inching his way towards the bed, he looked for some kind of weapon when he felt movement at his feet.

The scream that came out of Rhys wasn’t human, and he jumped at least 3 feet in the air before grabbing the lamp off the nightstand and throwing it across the room, hoping to hit something besides air.

It hit the floor with a loud crash and Feyre, who had woken from his scream, rushed out of bed to turn the light on.

“Rhys what the hell are you doing?” She yelled, glancing around the room in concern.

“There was something at my feet, and the door opened by itself and-“

A small bark interrupted him, as Max crawled out from under the bed, glancing at Rhys with his tail between his legs, and the running to Feyre.

Feyre took him in her arms, whispering calming words to the dog as Rhys stood with his mouth wide open. It had been Max who brushed past his feet and nudged the door open.

Feyre glanced up with a teasing look in her eyes, and she smiled. “Rhys…” She started.

“You were scared of the movie, weren’t you?”

He looked everywhere but her, and when she came up to him, she took his face in her hands and made him meet her gaze. He sighed, looking at his feet.

“Yes, I was scared of the movie.” He muttered. She chuckled, but pulled his face up to meet hers, kissing him softly.

“I love you.” She whispered playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “But next time, just tell me so we won’t have to deal with this again.” She gestured towards the shattered lamp on the ground, and he smirked.

“I will.” He wrapped her in his arms and tumbled into bed. The light was still on, and as Rhys moved to turn it off, Feyre pulled him back down and whispered, “I installed a new way to turn off the lights and I think you’ll love it”

Before he could reply, she clapped her hands, and the lights turned off.

Fantastic, he thought, as Feyre chuckled.

Requested by @jakesteinberg

Aromatisse is a smelly pokémon. According to the pokédex, it can produce all sorts of smells, both pleasant and unpleasant, to gain an edge in battle. While scent may not be the first thought that crosses your mind if you’re out to sabotage your enemies, it is certainly an effective technique. Let’s look at some of the plants and animals in our world that use the same strategy as Aromatisse!

First and most obviously, let’s talk about flowers. Flowers are the reproductive organs of plants, and they largely rely on pollinators like bees or butterflies to reproduce by spreading their pollen around. Because of this, flowers evolved to smell pleasantly, which attracts these pollinators to them. Other carnivorous plants, like venus flytraps (Carnivine) or pitcher plants (Victreebel), they smell nice to lure in their prey. In most plants, the scent is produced in their petals. In others, namely orchids, have special organs called osmophores which are responsible for producing the scent.

Having a gland to produce scent isn’t exclusive to the plant kingdom. Skunks have two scent-producing glands at the base of their tail. These glands produce a sulfur-based compound called thiol, which is responsible for the notoriously bad smell. When threatened, the skunk can control the muscles around the glands to spray up to 10 meters away with great accuracy, releasing the awful scent and persuading predators that if it smells that bad, the skunk can’t possibly taste good enough to eat.

Other animals that use glands to produce scents include the opossum, which uses a foul scent to improve its facade when it plays dead. Tasmanian Devils, which produce an odor when they’re stressed out. The lesser anteater, who’s defensive stench is 7x more smelly than a skunk.

Many bugs also have smelly capabilities. The Bombardier beetle stores two chemicals in its body: hydroquinone and hydrogen peroxide. When it is threatened, it will mix the two together, setting off a horrible chemical reaction that creates a stinky, explosive, and hot (100 degrees C) spray to ward off its enemies.

Other animals which aren’t capable of producing scents by themselves employ more creative techniques. Some vultures, for example, will vomit if they’re threatened. Vultures are scavengers, so many of their meals consist of rotting flesh. Not that barf smells good to begin with, but I’d imagine that just makes it worse. It’s certainly an effective way or warding off predators. 

Similarly, the Hoatzin, also called the a stinkbird, uses its bad-smelling food to its advantage. Stinkbirds have a unique digestive system, like a cow, which relies on bacteria to break down food instead of having stomach acid. This results in the stinkbird smelling like manure, just all the time.

But not all scents in the animal kingdom have to be bad, either. In fact, some animals smell very peculiar. The binturong bearcat produces a compound called 2-AP in its urine. Coincidentally, 2-AP is the same compound that gives popcorn its distinct smell. So, binturong urine smells exactly like popcorn.

Some stick insects produce a peppermint smell. Yellow ant colonies smell like lemons. Spadefoot Toads smell like peanut butter. Beavers have scent glands like a skunk, but uses it to mark its territory instead of as a defense mechanism. The goo it produces, called castoreum, shares so many similarities with vanilla that beavers have historically been “milked” so the castoreum can be used as artificial vanilla flavors in food.

And yet, so far all the creatures we’ve talked about can only produce one single scent. Aromatisse has a scent for every occasion–and some animals do that too. The sea hare, a fascinating undersea mollusc, produces an ink to scare off predators. The ink is both poisonous and foul-smelling, but interestingly enough, the ink’s color, composition, and scent can be changed based on the sea hare’s diet.

Sometimes, the ink can be very attractive to lobsters and other natural predators of the sea hare. If it gets captured, the sea hare will produce this ink and the lobster will drop the sea hare in favor of eating the delicious ink instead. Another kind of ink it produces is disgusting towards its predators, scaring them off like a skunk’s spray and many other animals’ defenses we’ve talked about. Another kind of ink still neither repels nor attracts predators, but effectively blocks the predator’s nose-nerves from talking to their brains, inhibiting their sense of smell altogether. It basically gives them a stuffy nose, so they are unable to smell at all. This causes the lobster to immediately stop what its doing and focus on cleaning off its smell receptors, giving the sea hare plenty of time to escape.

Bringing this back to Aromatisse, this fairy-type pokémon must have several different ways of producing scents. It likely has one if not multiple scent glands, which produce different compounds and different smells. Additionally, it might use things like its urine, its digestive system and diet to produce different smells. These fragrances have a variety of different uses, from defense mechanisms like convincing predators it doesn’t taste good, or pretending its dead, to blocking off the enemy’s senses to weaken it during battle. Other scents may help attract prey and food straight to Aromatisse. Others may help calm allies during battle. 

Aromatisse is capable of producing many different scents using special glands, its digestive system, chemical reactions and more. It produces odors as defense to scare away predators, and as offense to weaken or attract prey.

Does all of that make scents? Aromatisse does!

Love- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Ok so hopefully this was something like you had in mind anon! Alright I’m trying to get another one written before bed for you guys but we’ll see how it goes! Thank you all for being understanding and kind in this time of need for me! Love you boos!

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Anon Request: You’re literally the best I love you so much❤️ I would request one with Mitch where the girl hasn’t been in a relationship before, but her parents are divorced and so is her uncle and her friends have had really bad luck in relationships so she is really insecure about love and so, and then mitch does something really romantic and she starts crying cause it was so unexpected and she didn’t really think he loved her? Sorry if it’s too detailed:)


              “I love you.”

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The 51 Fastest Fat Burners
1. Catch the running bug. You’ll continue to burn fat after your jog: People who run for at least four hours a week melt more calories than non-runners, even when they’re not running, a Yale University School of Medicine study reports.

2. Crank it up early. Working out harder during the first half of your workout and taking it easier during the second burns up to 23 percent more fat than doing the opposite, according to a study from The College of New Jersey.

3 & 4. Go hard — and make it quick. Staying at 80 percent of your max heart rate for 40 minutes can amp your metabolism for 19 hours afterward, research published in Obesity notes. And doing a shorter workout at 75 percent of your max aerobic capacity will give you a greater metabolic boost than sweating longer at 50 percent, a Colorado State University reveals.

5 to 7. Lift dumbbells … slowly. More muscle equals mega metabolism boost. Strength training can help you trim major fat, research reveals — and doing super-slow (versus normal speed) reps increases strength by 50 percent.

Plus, using dumbbells activates more muscle fibers than using machines, explains Gregory Haff, Ph.D., an associate professor in the exercise physiology department at West Virginia University.

8. Speed up, slow down. Alternating bouts of high-intensity and low-intensity cardio has been shown to torch pounds.

9. Put on weight (literally). Wearing a weighted vest (about 10 percent of your body weight) while walking can boost your calorie burn by 8 percent.

10. Download Rihanna, not Brahms. Listening to up-tempo songs actually makes you run faster and harder than listening to slower-paced music, British scientists say.

11. Let kettlebells ring. Not only does working out with kettlebells build muscle, but doing it for 20 minutes burns as many calories as running at a 6-minute-mile pace for the same amount of time.

12. Keep it up. As few as 80 minutes a week of aerobic or weight training helps keep you from regaining belly fat after losing weight, according to researchers at the University of Alabama at Birmingham.

13. Add poles. Use Nordic poles while you walk, and you’ll burn 20 percent more calories, says research from The Cooper Institute in Dallas.

14 & 15. Lift first, nix the rest. Doing strength training before cardio can torch more fat than cardio alone. And if you do one move after another without pausing, “you’ll see more gains in strength and muscle mass,” says Dr. Pierre Manfroy, M.D., consultant for the book “100 Ways to Supercharge Your Metabolism.”

16. Add pounds. Lift heavier weights for fewer reps to make your workout more intense — and burn more fat — Manfroy says.

17. Try aromatherapy. Exercisers who inhaled strawberry and buttered-popcorn scents torched more calories than those who sniffed neutral odors, according to research from the Smell and Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago.

18. Box yourself in. Wii boxing knocks out nearly twice as many calories as some other games, like Wii golf.

19. Kick it. Playing soccer not only torches more fat and builds more muscle than jogging, but it feels less tiring, Danish research reveals.

20. Stay in shape. Fit people have more fat-burning metabolites in their blood than couch potatoes do, scientists say.


22. Get more protein. Eating a protein-packed breakfast and lunch helps you burn more post-meal fat than if you eat lower-protein meals, according to Australian research.

23 & 24. Guzzle green tea — or coffee. Downing five 5-ounce cups of green tea a day boosts metabolism, says Lyssie Lakatos, R.D., author of “Fire Up Your Metabolism.” Two cups of coffee will also do the trick, one study shows.

25. Have an omelet. Eating two eggs for breakfast while dieting will help you trim more weight and body fat than if you ate the same amount of calories noshing on a bagel, scientists say.

26. Stay above 1,200 calories… ”The average person’s body goes into starvation mode if she eats fewer than 1,200 calories a day,” says Eric Berg, author of “The 7 Principles of Fat Burning.” “That’s stress, and stress creates more belly fat.”

27. … and cut calories gradually. If you diet, don’t trim more than 250 calories a day. Cutting calories too quickly slows your metabolism down, Dr. Manfroy says.

28 to 33. Munch on these. Almonds, cherries, yogurt, grapefruit, whole grains, and spicy foods have all been shown to torch fat.

34. Fuel up right. Eating a low-glycemic-index breakfast (such as muesli and peaches) will help you burn more fat during a subsequent workout than eating a high-glycemic-index meal (like waffles), researchers from the University of Nottingham reveal.

35. Think before you drink. Sipping as few as 90 calories’ worth of vodka can slow your metabolism by 73 percent, one study shows.

36. Graze. Women who go without eating for long periods are more likely to have higher body-fat percentages than women who nosh more regularly, one study notes.

37. Dine like a Greek. Eating a diet rich in monounsaturated fat (think olive oil, avocados) can help trim both weight and fat, research published in the British Journal of Nutrition shows.

38. Stop gorging. Your body can only handle so much food at a time, so stick to 600 calories or less per meal to maximize fat-burning, says Leslie Cooper, co-author of “Flip the Switch: Proven Strategies to Fuel Your Metabolism and Burn Fat 24 Hours a Day.”

39. Skip juice. Reaching for an apple instead of apple juice is not only better calorie-wise, but it’ll also do a better job of boosting your metabolism, Dr. Manfroy explains.


41 & 42. Get C and D. Vitamin C can help you burn more fat, and D may help you lose fat, research notes. Aim for 400 to 500 mg of C and 800 mg of D a day.

43 & 44. Walk more (in denim). Researchers found that fitness-friendly offices (think treadmill desks, mobile headsets) helped people trim pounds and fat, as did wearing jeans to work, since dressing casual encourages you to move more. Wear comfy clothes when you can, pace while on the phone, and stand while chatting with co-workers.

45. Add fish oil (And work out). Taking 6 grams of fish oil per day and hitting the gym three times a week can help nix body fat, an Australian study reveals.

46. Work the day shift. Keeping nontraditional hours lowers levels of hormones that trigger satiety, increases blood glucose and insulin levels, and raises levels of the stress hormone cortisol (which can drive you to eat more), scientists say.

47. Nix the boob tube. Cut your TV time in half, and you’ll burn more calories each day, research from the University of Vermont suggests.

48. Go mental. People who visualized themselves training a specific muscle boosted the strength in that muscle group, researchers found.

49. Eat a smaller dinner. Your body may not digest food — and burn fat — as efficiently if you down a huge meal right before bedtime, especially because your metabolism is slower while you sleep, Dr. Manfroy says.

50. Jump-start your morning. Wake up your metabolism — and get fat-burning started — by doing some sort of exercise within the first few hours of being awake, Cooper suggests.

51. Get your snooze on. Sleep for a solid 81D 2 hours instead of 51D 2, according to research published in the Annals of Internal Medicine, and you’ll lose more fat. Sweet dreams!

THE SIGNS' DESCRIPTIONS (try sun and moon signs)
  • Aries: is built of fireworks and bullets. (S)he’s built of belly laughs and sparklers. (S)he smells like woodsmoke and (s)he has the best hair in the world.
  • Taurus: is built of glittering diamonds and beauty marks. (S)he’s built of flower crowns and tenacious strength. (S)he smells like chocolate cake and (s)he is up for a cuddle any time of the day.
  • Gemini: is built of dancing feet and Venetian masks. (S)he’s built of bright eyes and fluttering butterflies. (S)he smells like citrus fruits and (s)he has a captivating talking voice.
  • Cancer: is built of warm cookies and silk pillows. (S)he’s built of beautiful handwriting and pearl necklaces. (S)he smells like peppermint and (s)he loves to buy gifts for her friends.
  • Leo: is built of neon lights and sunflower fields. (S)he’s built of dynamic energy and regal pride. (S)he smells like strawberries and (s)he leaves a trail of glitter wherever (s)he goes.
  • Virgo: is built of neat collars and old books. (S)he’s built of starlight and untouchable grace. (S)he smells like coconut and (s)he makes wonderful loose-leaf teas.
  • Libra: is built of lip gloss and bubblegum pink. (S)he’s built of gracious dignity and blooming camellias. (S)he smells like vanilla extract and (s)he loves a happy ending.
  • Scorpio: is built of crackling fireplaces and combat boots. (S)he’s built of black denim and pomegranate seeds. (S)he smells like roses and (s)he reads poetry before falling asleep.
  • Sagittarius: is built of cookie dough and golden sunshine. (S)he’s built of bubble baths and daffodils. (S)he smells like buttered popcorn and (s)he is always photogenic.
  • Capricorn: is built of stained glass and chunky sweaters. (S)he’s built of moonbeams and mint toothpaste. (S)he smells like brewing coffee and (s)he always has perfect posture.
  • Aquarius: is built of choppy hair and street art. (S)he’s built of aviator glasses and unfailing wit. (S)he smells like cinnamon spices and (s)he loves going stargazing.
  • Pisces: is built of fairy lights and dandelion fluff. (S)he’s built of sand castles and faded watercolours. (S)he smells like fresh rain and (s)he doodles on any surface (s)he can find.
The Sign At a Gemini and Scorpio Wedding

(Gemini is nervous and highly active, jumping all over the place and talking incessantly. Scorpio is calm on the outside but dying on the inside.)

Aries: Struts down the aisle first before the wedding starts and pretends it is their wedding day

Taurus: Snuck some popcorn in their dress clothes; ends up having to lie to the rental place about why their rental smells like butter

Cancer: Remembering their old romance with Gemini and bitter that they chose Scorpio over them

Leo: Designed the wedding outfits and makes everyone in the wedding party strut around and pose for them

Virgo: Can’t believe how showy and in-your-face Leo designed the ensembles and wondering how on earth Scorpio allowed this

Libra: Hands out flowers to each guest when they walk in so that they can all throw flowers at the newlywed couple’s feet at the end of the ceremony

Sagittarius: Really bored and can’t stay in their seat for more than twenty minutes at a time; ends up going outside to smoke ten different times

Capricorn: Observing everything so that they can decide if they ever want a public wedding

Aquarius: Took some shrooms beforehand and is seeing everything in shades of purple

Pisces: Crying internally because they still haven’t found the right relationship and they want a wedding too


Drive in pt 2- Badboy!Ash

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 1600+

Warning: Smut

Summary: You see Ashton again and things get steamy in his car.

Part one


   It was another Thursday night, which meant another night back at the drive in you had grown to love. Thankfully, you and Maisy managed to show up early so you wouldn’t have to wait as long at the snack bar.

As you headed towards the snack bar you felt your nerves start to get the best of you, the memories of what happened just last week replaying in your head on a loop. In fact the short encounter became a reoccurring thought over the past week, you thought of all the ways you could have responded to his flirty remarks, but instead you looked like a blubbering mess.

This week you told yourself if you saw him again, you would do better, and maybe get a few words in.

You even tried to dress the part, a simple black dress adorned your body, it went to mid thigh and had lace on the bottom.

Walking through the entrance of the dome building, you and Maisy approached the snack bar, the smell of freshly popped popcorn and butter invading your senses.

Every time you came to the drive in, things would be different, sometimes it would be subtle changes, like maybe a new movie poster or a new layer of paint, but this time you spotted a shiny new claw machine among the classic arcade games.

Grabbing Maisy’s arm you dragged her over to the new game. Looking at the toys, your attention was drawn to the golden Kirby plushie at the top of the pile.

Digging through your pockets you came up with nothing.

“Maisy, do you have 50 cents?“

You watched as your friend dug around her purse, looking up at you with a smile she handed you two quarters before leaving to get in the queue for food.

Hastily you jammed the quarters into the machine, watching as it came to life, lights flashing in front of your eyes. Grabbing the joystick, the countdown started. You began to maneuver the claw around, stopping it just above the doll.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied your hand as you went to push the red button.

4 seconds left.

Suddenly a large hand met your hip, startled you jumped, your elbow hitting the joystick and knocking the claw to the left of the toy.

You watched in horror as the countdown ended and the claw dropped, barely missing the toy all together.

"Hey, Kitten.”

Even more flustered than the week before you turned around, livid, “D-Don’t you dare ‘hey, kitten’ me, I just lost that toy because of you! Didn’t anyone ever teach you any manners, like not to sneak up on people–”

“Whoa, chill. It was just an accident.”

“You do not get to tell me to chill, I will chill when I want too, not because some guy told me too.”

You felt your face heat up, anger consuming you. You didn’t know if was because you didn’t get the toy or if it was because he caught you off guard, leaving you a flustered mess, again.

Ash’s hand moved from your hip to your shoulder, “Take a deep breath, it will help.”

Listening to his words you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes as you did so, instantly calming you.

“I’m better now, thanks I guess.” You looked at him timidly, your little outburst had embarrassed you, and it was all  over a Kirby stuffed doll.

“Since we haven’t formally met.” Extending a open hand out to you he continued, “I’m Ashton.”

Regaining a smidge of your confidence, you shook his hand, smiling softly.


“Well, now that I’ve made your acquaintance y/n, would you like to join me for a movie.”

Hesitating you looked over at the line for snacks, and at Maisy.

Maisy was looking at the two of you with a wide smile and a thumbs up, well you had her blessing clearly.

Looking back up at a hopeful Ashton, you answered.



The movie was nearly over, tonight the drive in played Grease across the big screen, and it was almost to your favorite part, the carnival.

The opening words to ‘You’re the one that I want’ started to play through the car radio, you smiled, watching Sandy and Danny dance on screen.

Quietly you began to sing along softly, while Ashton started drumming along to the beat on the steering wheel.

Looking over at you with a smile he started to sing along with you, only louder, encouraging you to do the same with a smile.

Soon the two of you were in tune with the movie, even mimicking the on screen actions as you danced along in your seats. shaking your shoulders back and forth towards each other in time.

As the scene ended the two of you erupted in laughter, you looked over at Ashton as your shared laughter faded, slowly he lifted your chin with his finger and brought his lips to yours.

Closing your eyes, you got lost in the kiss, forgetting about the movie completely.

As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you leaned over the console separating the two of you, you ended up on his lap, straddling him.

Shifting on top of him you heard him let out a deep groan, grabbing your hips and pushing you down on his clothed bulge. Letting out a moan of your own, you leaned down to kiss him passionately.

Ashton’s large hands gripped the insides of your thighs, inching closer to your heat.

Suddenly he withdrew his hands and detached his lips from yours, picking you up and putting you back in the passenger seat.

Without a word he put the car in reverse, and started to drive away from the blank screen.

Soon it dawned on you, the movie was over, you were the only ones left. You blushed at the realization that anyone could have seen the two of you just then.

You were drawn back to your current situation when you felt his hand return to your thigh, your breath hitching in your throat.

The anticipation of what his fingers could do - would do, made heat rush to your clothed core.

Ashton’s fingers trailed up until he reached the hem of your lace underwear. Rolling the edge of the material between his thumb and index fingers.

Slowly he moved the flimsy material to the side and stroked his finger along your heat.

Looking over at him, you saw his eyes never once left the road in front of him, furrowing your brows, you opened your mouth to speak but instead a moan leaked out as you felt his finger go inside you, pumping slowly.

Your eyes closed in ecstasy as he added another finger, pumping faster and curling his fingers.

You arched your back off the seat, moaning loudly. The pressure building in your stomach.

"Ashton, oh fuck.” He started to pump faster at your words, pushing you to the edge.

Closing your eyes you felt your orgasm rip through you.

With hooded eyes you watched Ashton remove his fingers from you and bring them up to his lips, sucking harshly, slowly his head turned to you, a smirk gracing his face.

Looking away you pretended to adjust your dress, blushing crimson.

“It’s okay, Kitten.” He continued, his voice dropping an octave, “I know that turned you on.”

Squirming at his words you clenched your thighs together, watching the trees pass by.

The car slowed down to a stop, Ashton pulling over on the side of the empty road.

He opened his car door and removed his bandanna, his curls framing his face. Walking over to your door he opened it, grabbing your hand and leading you to the back seat.

Once again you were straddling him, running your hands through his freed curls.

“You have no idea how hot it was to hear you moaning my name like that, Kitten, and you tasted so good for me.”

You whimpered at his words, your thighs getting slick from your wetness.

Ashton lifted your dress above your head, and removed your bra, leaving you in just your lace panties.

You unbuckled his belt, dragging his jeans down slowly, you lightly dragged your nails down his tensed thighs. Looking up at him mischievously as he let out a low moan.

As you went to pull off his boxers he stopped you, “Tsk, tsk, Kitten. Wait.”

With his bandanna in one hand he reached behind you and bound your wrists together.

“That’s so much better, Kitten.” Ashton purred, giving you a once over.

Laying you down against the leather seats, Ashton slid off his boxers, revealing his hard length. Reaching for his jeans on the floor he picked up a condom and slid it on his stiff member.

Positioning himself at your entrance he eased into you as your shared moans filled the car. 

Picking up his pace he wrapped your thighs around his waist, pulling you closer with every thrust of his hips.

The need to wrap your arms around him in some way drove you even closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening as Ashton tilted your hips up, helping him hit your g-spot with every movement.

His guttural moans filled the small space, the windows fogging from your actions.

Every time he entered you was harder than the last, leaving you a writhing mess. Your thoughts were clouded with him and the way he was stretching you out.

Chills ran down your spine as tweaked your sensitive nipple with his finger, causing you to arch your back off the sticky leather seats. 

His mouth lowered to your other breast, sucking harshly and marking the smooth skin, before wrapping his lips around your bud, driving you even closer to the pleasure you so desired.

“Ashton, I’m so close–” White spots began to cloud your vision as Ashton lowered his hand down to your clit, rubbing the delicate bud of nerves.

With a final thrust you hit your climax, white clouding your vision as you clenched around him, riding your high.

You felt Ashton still inside you before cumming into the condom, pulling out he put on his boxers and held you close, your head resting on his chest.

Leaning down he kissed your forehead, removing the bandanna from your wrists, rubbing your irritated wrists lightly.

“You did so good for me, Kitten.”

The Eponine and R Flat

One of my favourite scenarios to think about is Eponine and Grantaire sharing a flat because it would be a complete mess a bit like them so here’s a little description of all that:

They often have movie nights in which they’ll lie on the sofa both sprawled across it. At some point during the movie they’ll start to move about a lot and adjust their positions which eventually develops into them kicking each other and trying to get more space for themselves. They’ll eat an unhealthy amount of popcorn because they never know whether they want sweet, salted or buttered so they’ll just get loads of bags of each. Every single time they open a salted bag Eponine will make a quip about how it’s salty just like her. Then of course Grantaire will make a remark about how he tastes salty which will earn a laugh.

The flat is a mixture of so many different smells: alcohol, smoke, paints, random spices (because on the rare occasions when they try to cook something other than pasta or bacon they’ll just chuck way too much of these random spices in their food). Every corner of each room smells different. It’s also amazingly decorated but decorated with mess. It’s got marks where drinks were spilt and left unnoticed and paint stains covering the floor despite the fact that R only really paints in his room. The walls of the living room have patterns painted on them and the wooden floor has little engravings on them from where R and ‘Ponine have gotten drunk and carved their initials and little comments about the other. 

Whenever either Montparnasse or Enjolras stay over they always like to mess with them a little. Grantaire will often make awkward small talk with Montparnasse just to make him feel uncomfortable. R will ask how he’s been and what him and Eponine have been up to despite the fact that he (as well as everyone else) knows what the main activity is when Montparnasse stays over. R will also make little subtle comments and jabs at Montparnasse like ‘aren’t you going to get ready before you leave?’ and chuckle when he knows that ‘Parnasse has been up ages grooming himself and fixing his hair and clothes. 

Enj often comes over to check up on R when he has art deadlines or just a generally busy schedule because he knows he doesn’t really take care of himself when he’s got loads to do. Eponine will bring them coffee but complain loudly while she does so because she doesn’t want to look too soft. Then, at night, she’ll text R little comments based off of the noises coming from his room when him and Enjolras are getting busy. Now R just knows to turn his phone on silent because it can be quite distracting when his phone keeps going off when he’s got Enjolras things to do. 

Of course, ‘Parnasse and Enj don’t get along too well, so when Enjolras is making a cup of coffee in the morning and Montparnasse comes out of Eponine’s room they’ll just sort of glare at each other before Enjolras picks up his coffee and goes back to R’s room.

Reigning Madness – Chapter 10


Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: A vaguely smuttiy sentence or two

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I wasn’t blind. I did see her irresponsibility, she drank and partied a bit too much, she was always getting into fights with people. But it wasn’t so long ago, I was doing too much partying myself. And she had been dismissed and disrespected so much in her life, it wasn’t surprising that she was always expecting to have to fight to be treated well. She had her demons. There were better ways to deal with them. I was just trying to help her see that. I wanted her to believe in herself enough to let these other things go. I thought she was worth it.

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The Partner Revealed - Part 6

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader 

Description: After the Drive-In’s incident, will things between them return to normal? Jason’s memorial reveals more than they expected about the case.  

Warnings: Cheryl’s bullying; other than that, I think you’re good. 

Word count: 3964  

A/N: Took me long enough to get it done. This is the slowest of burns… I wanted their relationship to build in the fic, not just explain it and move on. I promise you’ll get some ‘action’ next part! Also, there’s a reference to one of @jugheadxreaderinyourhead‘s stories.

Y/N’s point of view  

Y/N squints her eyes when sunlight invades her room, hitting her mirror and eventually her face. She’s been up all night after the Drive-In, with everything about it still clear in her memory. First, the long wait for Jughead, then the way his arm rested on the back of her seat, his breathing close to her skin… She imagines what his lips would’ve felt like, had he not backed away. Anyway, it’s no good wasting time on what ifs, so she gets up to take a shower and change the clothes that still smell like buttered popcorn and men’s cologne. The warm water falls down her body, soaking her hair and slowing her thoughts, finally getting her mind out of that.

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Popcorn: Dick Grayson x Reader

Plot twist, I wrote something that wasn’t about Constantine. I’m taking the AP European History test today, but it’s my last one and I’m graduating in a couple weeks, so this blog should stay pretty active! <3 Also, Dick refers to all carbonated drinks as “pop” and nothing will ever convince me otherwise.

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey, Y/N,” said Dick as you opened the door. He shot you a smile that looked just a little nervous, and then swept a goofy bow. “Ready to head out?” 

You smiled back, a laugh welling up in your throat. “We should hurry, I don’t want to miss any of the trailers.” You grabbed your purse and slung it over one shoulder, sweeping past Dick and glancing back at him over your shoulder. He looked almost dumbstruck, and blinked when you flashed him a grin.

“I’ll pay for popcorn,” said Dick as the two of you waited in the line at the movie theater. The air smelled heavily of salt and butter, and people were beginning to filter out of some movie and fill up the lobby. 

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Originally posted by leave-me-colourless

Roman Reigns Blurb request - The Rainy Day

I walked towards the family room, the basket I was carrying loaded to the brim with clean laundry and dangerously close to spilling everywhere. I dumped the basket on the couch and turned to look at the television. A documentary on tigers, of course. Roman was sprawled out on the other side of the sectional, Isabella curled up next to him. “Ro……” I watched him as he absentmindedly ran his huge fingers through Isabella’s curls, his eyes trained on the television.  “Ro……” still nothing. “ROMAN!”

“Jesus, Syd!” he jumped as he turned towards me. “No need for yelling. What’s up?”

“Maybe if you had heard me the first two times I called you, there would be no yelling.” I grinned.

“Sorry, didn’t hear ya, babe. This show is amazing. Did you know that tiger urine smells strongly of buttered popcorn?” His bright grey eyes lit up as he spoke.

I burst out laughing. “No, Roman. I didn’t know that.” I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. “But now I do.”

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Warm, Wet and Wild-BTS(Smut)

More sweaty and sweet smuts with BTS. Are you sure you’re ready?

Get the fan and some water again guys, enjoy and more to come soon~

Want Me, Need Me- Suga

Req: Can you write a smutty scenario from tae or yoongi’s point of view?? ps I love you guys and wow your scenarios are 👌🔥👌🔥👌 o k a y bye

Originally posted by yngimn

I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything this sweet in my entire life, licking around her wet folds as she grinds her hips down into my face, gripping my hair with tight fingers. I love how with no effort I can get her so worked up, with one motion of my tongue or flick of my fingers she’s completely drenched in the need for me.  

“Fuck, Yoongi!” Her melodic voice calls as I grip her thighs, holding her in place as I smile.

“Hmmm? Yes, baby? Tell me what you want.”

I’m already hard and throbbing, standing to attention and just waiting for the magic words, her whiny words my undoing as she moans over and over again, letting herself go in the sensation of my tongue slipping in and out of her slit, tight and warm even around the wet muscle.

“I-” She gasps as I work a finger into her, tightening the grip of my hair, painfully erotic and pleasurable. “I want you to fuck me.” She finally gets out, earning a groan from my throat.

I lick my lips, tasting every last drop of her candy like cum before looking up at her, watching her eyebrows scrunch and throat work as I wiggle another finger into her tight entrance. “My baby is so tight.” I murmur, gazing at her parted lips with a newfound hunger. She looks amazing above me, the rosy tips of her breasts hardened with lust, long strands of her hair messed around her head from my fingers, lips swollen and pink from my kisses.

She meets my eyes, gaze intense and heated as she watches me slip in and out of her, breathing steadily increasing with each raw pump of my long digits. “Are you ready to cum?” I rub my thumb over her clit, the sensitive bud bringing a cry from her.

Fervently, she shakes her head. “No, I- ah!- I want to feel you first.”

My lips curve into a smirk, pulling my fingers out of her, listening to her whimper until I swiftly roll us over, the most effort I’ve put into this whole operation since we started. “Let me give you what you want then, baby.”

The Pefect Solution- Rap Monster


Originally posted by btspicsdaily

“Do you know what answer this is?”

“Hmm?” I shake my head, eyes lost in the plumpness of his lips as he speaks. Of the pink tongue that slips through them as he licks them, getting them all glossy and wet. “24?”

He laughs, coming right in front of my face. “Nope. You’re not even paying attention are you?”

“No…” I trail, smiling at him before realizing what he’s said. “Wait! Yes I am!” I look down at my paper. “I meant 26, not 24.”

He chuckles, giving me a long look before turning back to the whiteboard and working out the problem for me to see. Let me tell you though: that backside is nice as fuck, especially as he rolls his shoulders and the fabric of his button up strains against the muscle. God, I’d love to just rip it off of his torso, to feel him beneath my fingers as I climb on top of him, sliding down so I can ride his long length, hearing him groan in pleasure, calling my-

“Y/N!” He throws his expo marker at me, face flushing as it sails right down my shirt, the most perfect shot in the entire world. He turns around abruptly, starling as he realizes there are no more markers left.

“I’m gonna need that back.” He says, slowly walking towards me.

“Why don’t you come get it then?” I ask, a challenge in my voice.

He swallows thickly, chuckling as he braces his hands on my desk. “You do know I’m technically your teacher right?”

“Technically.” I echo, giving him a smile.

He licks his lips once more, eyes faltering as they settle on my cleavage, down to my bra where the marker is still sitting, waiting to be found. “You know…?” He begins, eyes flicking to mine before he gets on his knees in front of the desk, tracing a cool finger up my thighs. “I dream about doing this to you.”

I release a slow breath, squirming as he toys with the hem of my skirt. “I do too.”

“I know you’re smart baby girl. You don’t need this tutoring…” He pinches my inner thigh, earning a sharp inhale from me as my eyes flutter closed. “It only seems like you need me.”

“And you?” I arch against my chair. “Do you need me?”

“Does this answer your question?” He traces a finger up my throbbing clit, hissing at how wet I am.

“Ah! Yes!” I moan, gripping the desk with white knuckles.

“Wow, I’m impressed, who knew math could be this… stimulating for you.” He smirks at my breathless form, pressing his thumb into my clothed core.

“Namjoonnn, ngggghh.” I whimper, rocking my hips into his finger. God I’ve wanted to feel him for so long and who knew he’d feel so good, pressured and firm against me, driving me crazy without having to do anything.

“Y/N!” My eyes shoot open as a marker hit me square in the forehead hitting the desk with a loud clunk and rolling ot the floor. Kim Namjoon is looking at me from the board, everything on him still intact and lots of extra markers stacked behind him. “It’d be great if you didn’t sleep while I’m trying to teach you.” He pauses, giving me a small smirk. “Especially when you sleep talk.”  

Makeup or Makeout?-V

Req: hella intense make out session with tae (no sex) while watching a movie or something (?)… thank youuuu!

Originally posted by monchims

“Oh, please!” I scowl at him. “You and I both know that he’s a better actor.”

Taehyung makes an exaggerated gesture and rolls his eyes. “Shut up, you uncultured duck, you wouldn’t know what a good actor was if he hit you in the face.”

“Excuse me? An uncultured ‘duck’?” My eyes narrow dangerously.

“Yeah, an uncultured duck.” He reiterates, leaning forward until he’s an inch from my face.

I can feel the smile on his lips without looking, loving how easily he can get me riled up. Gripping the back of his neck I pull him against me, gaining some sort of victory as I seal his lips to my own. “You’re hot when you get angry.” He says into me, hot and ragged.

“Oh, shut up.” I chuckle breathily, gripping his shoulders and pulling him back to me.

I love the way his lips feel against mine, soft and plush and pink. So perfect and moldable to my own. “Taehyung…” I moan lightly, crawling into his lap as his wet tongue slides with my own. He tastes like butter and popcorn, smells musky and sweet. I can never get enough of him, not of his smile, his laugh, his humour, his love, his passion.

Everything about him breathes life into me. Gives me air to keep on living.

A small trail of saliva connects us as he pulls back, placing his forehead against mine and fitting his hands into the curve of my waist. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” I hum with closed eyes.

“I love you.”

I open my eyes, smiling widely and contently. “I love you too.”

And faster than I can blink he’s back against me, hoisting me up so I drape over him as he lays back, bodies moving as one whole unit. I can feel myself getting worked up by him, grinding my hips down into him and playing a domination game between our tongues.    

His rough growl washes me in a sense of euphoria, resounding somewhere deep inside my chest. Running my hands down his chest, I feel the muscles flex beneath the cotton, moaning as he rolls his lower body up again. He adds more pressure to the kiss, my stomach churning with lust and fire as he continues our hot and heavy session.

Taehyung’s lips slip from my own and go down my jaw and over my neck, sucking on the skin harsh enough to leave a blossoming love bite on the supple skin, hands sketching outlines over my lower back. His tongue flicks over my pounding pulse, teeth gently grasping my earlobe and tugging.

“I have to tell you something.” He whispers sensually into my ear..  

I nod, too breathless to say anything.

“I don’t really think you’re an uncultured duck.” I can taste and feel and hear the smile in his words.  

“You better not.” I purse my lips, tracing my hands beneath his shirt.

He hums, lips going further south to nip around my collarbones, earning him little moans of shock and pleasure with each new purple flower. He pulls back to look at me, an innocent look on his face. “Taehyung…” I maon. “Do that again.”

He slips my shirt off with ease. “Do that mean I’m forgiven?”

Leaning to meet my chest he begins to do wicked things with his tongue, licking and nipping and continuing the journey I’d begged for. I can’t even comprehend anything other than his lips, the only understandable thing coming from my mouth a long moan, full of sensuous need. “Yes.”

Was It Worth It?- Jimin

Req: The title I thought of was “was it worth it?” You’re an amazing writer so I’m sure you can do spending with this ^^ pls make it with jimin too!!

Originally posted by parkjiminz

Lips. Hands. Moans. Sighs. Pleasure. Pain. A beautiful symphony of Park Jimin.

This is what I remember as I open my eyes after a very hazy night in someone’s apartment other than my own. Jimin’s hand is still tight around my naked waist, peaceful and cute in his sleep, so different from the dominating, rough demeanor of last night.

I run my fingers lightly over his hair, holding my best friend closer to my chest as he snores lightly.

But I guess we are more than best friends now.

I move my legs a tad, soreness making me gasp aloud a little, the soreness that he’d given me. But this amount of pain doesn’t even compare to an ounce of the pleasure he’d given me until the dawn broke through the night sky, until my voice was raspy from moaning and my knees were too weak to stand on my own.

Jimin stirs a tad, throwing his leg over mine and snuggling me closer, warming me against the cool morning air. My head is beginning to pound with the effects of a hangover, one that I know we both will be suffering today.

Yet even though we both got drunk and horny off our asses last night I can still remember every hair standing, pulse racing, goosebump inducing detail, down to the first kiss, the first touch, the first orgasm.

“Is it going to be worth it?” He’d asked me, kissing down my neck.

“I’ll tell you in the morning.” I’d slurred, too wet and needy to oppose his love and lust.

Swallowing down the dry lump in my throat I tighten my grip around his muscular torso, sighing as I settle into him. “Yes. It was worth it.”   

“Babyyyy?” Jimin’s deep, throaty voice suddenly whines, nuzzling into my bare side with the tip of his nose and the flesh of his lips. “My head hurts.”

I smile, running my fingers through his hair and humming softly. “You’ll be okay. We can hurt together.”

I feel him smile. “Okay, jagi. We can help each other with more love.”

We eclipse into a moment of comforting silence before I speak again. “Hey Jimin?” I lean my head against his, inhaling his musky scent. “Do you-”

“No.” He says firmly, knowing exactly what I was going to say without saying it. “I don’t regret it.”

“Neither do I.” I say, honestly, kissing the crown of his head.

“Well in that case…” He rubs his lower half against my leg, hard and ready to go again, a mischievous grin painted on his face as he looks up at me. “How about a morning round?”

I laugh, burrowing my head under the blankets with him and kissing him passionately, pouring everyhting I have into this kiss, and into our new love story. 

//Part Two with the rest of the members is coming out tomorrow! Anticipate it a lot and much love! Tell me what you thought of these please~:)//

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our lips tasted like cotton candy
our eyes melting under the flashing light
our hands gripped ever so tightly -
like we would be torn away by the wind if our grasp became weak
my horse was the colour of strawberry bubblegum
yours like orange soda
and our eyes chased one another as we spun
the motion making our minds go dizzy
tripping on the smell of seaweed and salt and buttered popcorn
we made each other laugh so
and we knew that in that instance we weren’t invincible
but rather we were falling victim to an abundance of intimacy and nostalgia
wasn’t this where we had our first kiss?
i let my eyes wander
you were beautiful but those few moments of peace and warming memories were prettier
i fell off that pretty pink horse
they said it was an aneurysm,
i said it was impossible to live forever