ewww smell

anonymous asked:

(Oneshots, please!) fem! s/o just lounging around until their lover comes over and starts using their boobs as a pillow. (Junkrat, Genji, and Lucio)

Junkrat:

Junkrat’s s/o was just lying on the floor of the living room with the TV on. The TV was just on a random channel that looked mildly interesting, it was that period of the day where there was nothing interesting on. So she wasn’t paying much attention anyway.

Junkrat had just been tinkering with his bombs and his frag launcher when he came in to see his s/o laying there. He was covered in soot and smelled like gun powder. Junkrat let out his signature giggle and jump down to lay his head on her chest. His s/o had not expected this so she let out a squeak of surprise.

“You could’ve given me a heart attack Junkrat!”

He grinned, “But you didn’t.”

She rolled her eyes at him and then she patted his head. She turned her head back to the TV to see if the show got any more interesting. It didn’t. She took a deep breath in from lounging for so long and when she did she noticed something. Junkrat was probably just playing with his bombs, so he smelled of gun powder and dirt from blowing things up.

“Ewww. Junkrat, you smell! Go shower, you’re gonna get soot all over me!”

He let out his signature laugh, “Too late for that, love.”

He pointed down at her clothes, she was covered in dirt and soot! You could clearly see an imprint of his face with a smile, it looked like a design on the shirt. She gave an exasperated sigh, she loved this shirt, but oh well. She just accepted it and when he noticed, he gave a grin and laid his face back on her chest. She could feel his smile.

Genji:

Genji had just gotten back from meditating with Zenyatta and saw that his s/o was outside on a picnic blanket with her sketchbook. He thought she looked so beautiful sitting there surrounded by the cherry blossoms. He saw that she was sketching the scenery, so he decided to mess with her.

While she was looking at her sketchbook, Genji used his ninja skills to quietly sneak in front of her. He laid down on his side and used his arm to prop up his head. When she looked up, she let out a squeak because she was not expecting him to be there. He chuckled.

“Paint me like one of your French girls.”

You can’t see it, but he winked at her. She knew him long enough that she could practically see the wink and she rolled her eyes. He was so silly and she loved that about him. She reached over to remove his visor, she had always loved looking at his eyes. She traced all the scars on his face, he leaned into her touch. After being together for so long, he felt comfortable enough to be around her without his visor.

“I love you, Genji.”

He smile and gave her an ‘I love you’ back. Although meditating with Zenyatta was very relaxing, he found this more relaxing and could feel his eyes getting a bit heavier. His s/o noticed and suggested a nap. So she laid back waiting for him to lay next to her. Instead he surprised her, once again, by laying his head on her chest instead. That was one of the best naps he ever had.

Lucio:

“S/o! S/o where are you?”

Lucio had been working on his new album and he wanted to take a much needed break so that his brain doesn’t get fried from staring at the screen for too long. So he decided to go visit his cute s/o for some cuddle time and he was starting to miss her.

When he arrived at the house, he couldn’t find her anywhere. He had checked the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room, he even checked the bathroom! He was getting a little worried until he heard rustling coming from the attic.

“I’m up here!”

That was odd. Maybe she was cleaning. He made his way into the attic, and when he got up there, he saw his s/o laying on a bunch of pillows and blankets. The room was lit up with fairy lights and there was a cute little lantern. She had a book in her hands, her finger in the middle of the closed book to keep track of her place. He was amazed, when he had been up there before, it was just a mess and now it looked like a great reading nook.

“When did you do all this?”

“The past week, since you’ve been so busy I thought I’d make a place for you to come and relax! I was going to call you over, but I started reading my book, so…”

Lucio chucked. She was such a thoughtful person, it made his heart swell. Since the spot was made for him he would make the most of it. Right now. He quickly made his way over and hugged her with his head on her chest.

“You’re perfect.”

His s/o giggled, and she patted his head. The rest of the evening was spent with him holding her and using her chest as a pillow, while she read to him. His friends called several times because he was supposed to come back to work on the album, but he never came back. He would rather be here instead of working anyway.

Exo on hello baby
  • Suho: *actually takes care of the lil kid*
  • Kyungsoo: *mommy duties*
  • Kai: here i'll duct tape you to my shoulder and we'll walk around the house like that k?
  • Baekhyun: ewww you smell when you fart ewww
  • Chanyeol: HAHAHAHAH MINI HUMAN AHAHAH
  • Sehun: why is it making that noise can someone turn it off
  • Kris: IT WON'T STAY STILL..I CAN'T PAINT IT.
  • Xiumin: wtf kris ur hand is bigger then the baby
  • Chen: imma do a smack cam with its poo lol
  • Lay: when did i last feed him...?
  • Luhan: why does it keep on calling me mommy
  • Tao: YO I LIKE THIS KID, IT LETS ME SHOWER WITH HIM.

May stirred from her slumber, part of her having been laid on September and the remainder leaning on the couch or the floor. She felt cramped, having laid in that position for too long, and smelled the ungodly scent of body odor. She sniffed herself first to be sure it was not her, and she was certain. She had been keeping up with her daily deodorizing regimen. She sniffed the area around September and Sunday. It was coming from them. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Ugh! You two stink!”
Sunday’s eyes snapped open and she frowned, sniffing herself. She could not smell anything as her nose wasn’t quite working yet. “I do not smell anything… What do you mean I smell?” She cocked her head to the side in that observer-esque way they did.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a reaction of exo when their girlfriend farts LOL

I’d honestly just dig myself a hole and weep in it forever if I did that LOL

(((p(>o<)q)))

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Xiumin: What is that foul smell…? Oh honey, you did not just….

Luhan: Did she just….Yup she did.  That’s nice…. Just look away Luhan, look away….

Kris: Ew babe, why would you do that….

Suho: What the hell was that?

Lay: Does anyone smell that too? It’s not just me right? Or am I just high again?

Baekhyun: GIRL. THAT. WAS. SO. SHITBALLS. NASTY.

Chen: Omo, that was so embarassing, I can’t even LOOOOOOL

Chanyeol: Ewwwwwwww I can’t believe you just——

D.O: Hehhehehehehehh~

Tao: MAN DID YOU JUST?! Grooossssssssss *forever judging*

Kai: AH! I smell it!! EWWW! It’s in my face! IT’S IN MY FACE!!!~

Sehun: *chokes on drink* YOU JUST……PPFFHAHAHA~

-Admin C

I still can’t get over the fact that Cas can literally smell changes in the human body, when he’s angeled up. Like…don’t you wonder how many times he’s gotten a whiff of Dean putting off arousal smells and longing vibes simultaneously, and Cas has just had to pretend he doesn’t know what’s up (heh)? Just thinking about him coming out from cleaning up after purgatory, and Dean’s awkward boner shiftiness when he laid eyes on Cas, and how Cas’ smile just looked so pleased at Dean’s reaction.

But on the other side, how many times he’s squinted at random not-Dean people when they’ve hit on him, and I’m just imagining him thinking “Ewww, you don’t smell like Dean. Please stop with your longing and horny B.O.”

Doing a #reclaimthebindi post even though I’m not sure if it’s too late and I don’t actually have a bindi right now.
I figured I would take this chance to voice my opinions. I am not against non-Indian persons wearing bindis. I am against cultural ignorance, insensitivity, and racism, whether microaggressions, institutionalized, or otherwise. The appropriation of the bindi by people like that is what angers me. I am angered the feeling of confusion and shame when my friend goes “ewww, your bowls smell like curry!” I am angered by my little sister being too embarrassed to eat her lunch in school because of the comments of her peers. I am angered by guys making remarks about my body hair in elementary school and triggering a powerful and enduring sense of disgust towards my own body. I am angered by the pains my mother goes to to make sure her house and her clothing do not smell of Indian food. I am angered by the kid who asked me, when I returned from a trip to India, whether I ate dirt when I was there. I am angered by the #whitegirl hashtag in reference to Starbucks, and how it systematically excludes anyone nonwhite from being associated with nice and expensive things. As an Indian, I am associated with eating dirt, and as a white girl, you are associated with lactose free caramel macchiatos?
I don’t think so.
You have no right to make me embarrassed about who I am, trample over my culture, and then select bits and pieces of it to accessorize as you please.