feel like exploding

anonymous asked:

Bts react to you bending over

Jin:

Jin would definitely stop what he was doing just to admire the view. You’d stand up and spot him staring then proceed to call him out, but he wouldn’t be ashamed. He’d just look at you and smile.

Yoongi:

Yoongi would grab your ass as soon as he sees the opportunity. When you’d shout “Hey!” he’d just laugh and shrug. The boy has no shame. 

Originally posted by martina-07

Hoseok:

When Hobi sees you bent over, he’d be the type to just say “Oh… nice!”. You stand up quickly and feel your cheeks getting hotter with embarrassment. Seeing your reaction, Hobi would just laugh. 

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Namjoon:

Namjoon would smile to himself at the sight of you bent over. He’d come up behind you and slowly slide his hand across your butt before gently squeezing it. As soon as you stand up he’d whisper in your ear “hey sexy”.

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Jimin:

Jimin would honestly become flustered at the sight of you bent over. His breathing would quicken and sitting still would be hard. If you ever called him out on it, he’d claim to not know what you were talking about and look away “cooly”.

Originally posted by ciutae

  Taehyung:

Taehyung, like Hobi, would make it obvious he’s looking at you. He’d be a bit Extra and shout “Damn, nice ass!” causing you to bolt up and cover yourself. When you’d pretend to be angry with him, he’d just giggle and run away. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook:

Jungkook would also be a bit flustered, but it’d be an internal conflict. He’d bend down to get a better view and just try to keep looking cool and casual, even though on the inside he feels like he’s gonna explode. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

credit to the original gif owners 

I don’t know what a happening I feel like km going to puke and everytime she opens her mouth I feel sicker and angry and like I’m going to cry how am I supposed to go tomorrow without having a breakdown I feel like im going to explode

someone: haha why are you so obsessed with *insert show/book series/film/etc)

me, internally: because throwing myself into something allows me to briefly forget the constant depression misery and sadness i suffer through every day and when i marathon things my self hatred sometimes starts to disappear because i forget that i’m a real person who exists in the real world. my obsessions help me to cope when i feel like i’m about to explode or cry or scream or all of those at once and once i get into something i barely think of anything else for weeks which is a very unhealthy coping tactic but hey it helps so

me: haha idk :))

agenderraskel  asked:

What do you think of JARVIS? Can he get inside your arm? Has he ever done so? Are you ever concerned about him taking over the world?

i like jarvis. hes everything nickel science fiction novels promised back when i was a kid.

 jarvis–and anyone else for that matter–cant get inside my arm because my arm has no ability to transmit or receive data, except for an internal data port under the armor plates which has to be accessed with a unique cable. so if you can get at it and you have the necessary equipment you can mess with my arm, but it’s impossible to hack while im out doing stuff. 

not that tony or i told anyone that for the first few months. i managed to knock steves glass out of his hands four times, throw things at clint six times, and smack sam upside the head twice before they realized that my arm was not being remotely controlled by ‘the evil Dr Dextrous.’ 

im not concerned about jarvis taking over the world because probably hed be a lot better at keeping things running smoothly that current management. jarvis has managed to keep tony stark mostly alive without actually having hands for like. several decades now. which probably qualifies him for sainthood, or at least a really nice retirement package. i figure after all that chaos managing a few billion non-geniuses without access to flying tanks is basically a cakewalk. 

but since jarvis has more sense than–well. basically any avenger–he knows that taking over the world would be way more stress than its worth.
jarvis is smart like that.

don’t imagine young dan eagerly commenting every time phil tweeted or posted

don’t imagine dan’s phone beeping when phil uploaded and rushing off to watch the video immediately

don’t imagine dan sitting on his bed at home with a small smile as he rewatches one of his favorite phil videos

don’t imagine dan squealing and turning bright red when phil replied to a tweet for the first time

don’t imagine a sort of nervous joy spreading throughout dan every time phil replies and he doesn’t want to let himself hope but he does anyway

don’t imagine dan nervously cleaning his room and spending half an hour on his hair and taking deep breaths before their first Skype call

don’t imagine a nearly speechless dan when he sees phil on his screen for the first time and he can’t even think of what to say

don’t imagine a shy dan letting phil do most of the talking through their first few Skype calls because he can’t believe this is real

don’t imagine dan pacing around worrying he’s just bothering phil and telling himself it doesn’t mean as much to phil as it does to him

don’t imagine dan’s heart stopping when phil suggests they meet in person

don’t imagine dan lying awake the night before, excited but also so fucking scared that phil won’t like him

don’t imagine dan sprinting off the train and looking around hoping, hoping so much his heart feels like it’ll explode

don’t imagine dan’s reaction when he spots phil and the full realization that he’s meeting Phil Lester

don’t imagine dan trembling slightly as they hug because phil’s real and he’s hugging him and god, he has a friend

don’t imagine dan thinking about all of that years later with phil sitting beside him in their shared flat, on their couch, right after the same man has stolen dan’s cereal

don’t imagine that

The thing about Yuuri Katsuki…and I’m 99% sure that this is true even though it’s hard to tell with animation…is that he has Resting Bitch Face.

And that’s fine. Yuuri Katsuki doesn’t have to crack a grin every time someone tells him to smile, pretty. There are very few times in life during which Yuuri wants to crack a grin, at least pre-Viktor. 

He has anxiety, Harold.

It’s also not his fault that his default expression is 30% sad fawn and 70% Destroyer of Worlds. 

But this is why even though the happiness is bubbling up within him like a screeching kettle, so hot and intoxicating that he’s drowning, that he feels like he’ll explode, he can’t bring himself to show it. He levels Viktor with this stone wall of an expression that he’s developed over 23 years of self-sabotaging and self-overprotection and Viktor has no idea that Yuuri can hear his own heart scream Viktor’s name so loudly that his ears ring with it.

Viktor, on the other hand? Cannot have a single solitary emotion without it showing on his face. This is a particularly startling realization when you see how few genuine expressions he gives pre-Yuuri. 

Viktor wasn’t sad before Yuuri. He wasn’t happy or angry either. He wasn’t anything. He was absolutely and utterly numb. It’s only after he comes to Yuuri that we realize just how emotive this man is. 

I think that when he cries in Barcelona? Is the first time he cried in a long time. In episode twelve, we see him tear up three separate times. Twice because he’s so fucking happy

“I’ve never seen you cry,” Yuuri says.

“I’m angry!” Viktor snaps back, like it’s obvious. Of course he would cry if he’s angry.

Or sad.

Or so happy he can barely breathe, can barely do anything but put his hands over his own face and hope that the world can’t see him burst apart with it.

But it’s been so long since he felt any of those things.

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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You know, when you’re drowning you don’t actually inhale right before you black out. It’s like no matter how much you are freaking out, the instinct to not get any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head is exploding but then when you finally do let it in that’s when it stops hurting. It is not scary anymore, it’s actually kinda peaceful.
—  Stiles, Teen Wolf
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Radar’s turtle impresssion ♥

Soulmates feel one anothers’ pain AUs

Meeting

  • ‘I came to stop this street fight because that really big punch you just recieved made me scream at a cashier. Also are you injured?’ AU
  • ‘This public toilet has a knuckle-shaped hole in the wall, is this anything to do with you? Because five minutes ago it felt like my knuckles were on fire’ AU
  • ‘Holy shit you just got stabbed, you need help but also god my stomach feels like it’s exploding’ AU
  • ‘I think you’re my soulmate because you’re biting your lip and mine’s hurting now’ AU
  • ‘I just banged my knee on that table over there and you hissed in pain, dude I think we’re soulmates’ AU

Others:

  • ‘Please don’t touch that flame, I’m/we’re in a public place and I don’t want to scream’ AU
  • ‘Why do you insist on taking out staples by hand?’ AU
  • ‘Please don’t hurt yourself, I can’t stand seeing you in pain and nor could I stand the pain myself knowing why I feel it’ AU
  • ‘For the love of God use oven gloves next time, my boss was about to promote me when I swore in their face’ AU
  • ‘I can feel your stress headache is everything okay?’ AU
  • ‘I came to find you at work to tell you to stop knocking so violently on your coworker’s office door’ AU
  • ‘Why must you get a tattoo whilst I’m trying to sleep?’ AU
(Not So) Innocent Night

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut (Exhibitism? Sorta??)

Word Count: 1.3k

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It was supposed to be just an innocent movie night with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and the rest of the Bangtan members.

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The Mark

Characters:  MOC!Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean has the Mark. The reader can tell he’s holding back during sex and urges him to just let go.

Word Count:  1277

Warnings: Language and Smut.  Really, it’s just porn.  

A/N:  My headcanon is that Dean is a very giving lover. For him, sex isn’t just about getting off, but about human connection and mutual pleasure. I’ve been thinking a lot about (and discussing with @torn-and-frayed ) what MOC!Dean is like. Here’s what I came up with.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. 

Originally posted by lost-shoe

The Mark

Fucking hell, she feels good. She’s spread out beneath me, her legs wide, her feet hooked around my ankles. I’ve only got the tip of my dick in her, but fuck me. She’s so wet and warm and tight. I’m trying my hardest to hold back, I’m feeling so desperate to be inside of her, deep and hard. I take a shallow breath and close my eyes, just trying to focus on the feel of her wrapped around the head of my shaft.

I feel her hand cover the Mark on my forearm, it feels soothing somehow. The Mark is constantly tugging at me, digging into me, but her touch relieves some of the irritation. I open my eyes and focus on hers. It grounds me somehow, staring into those beautiful eyes.

“Dean,” she says softly. “It’s okay, let go. I know you’re holding back, just let go.”

I swallow hard because Jesus Christ, I just want to let go. The Mark has changed me in so many ways. It scares me but makes me feel so alive all at once. Sex has always been about giving for me. I mean, getting it is good. It’s really fucking good. To be honest, this life is a lonely life, there hasn’t been much warmth or human connection, so when I’m with a woman, I want to make it last. It’s about her as much as it is about me. The Mark makes me volatile, it freaks me out. A lot. I don’t want to scare her. I’m a goddamn ticking time bomb, I feel like I’m going to explode at any moment.

“I…can’t…” I trail off. Jesus, I’m inside of her, and we are having this discussion. The Mark is screaming, roaring in my blood. I want to take her, I want to do it hard and fast. I want it so bad.

Her eyes soften. “Dean, I trust you.”  

Jesus Christ, that does me in. I give in to my urges and sink as deep into her as I can, right to the fucking base of my cock. She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head. The look of pure pleasure on her face sends me over the edge. I take her breast in my hand and palm it roughly, pressing against the taut nipple, she bucks her hips up and moans in response. Fuck, that’s hot. Leaning in, I kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. I’m not gentle and she doesn’t want me to be, her tongue fighting with mine as I pound into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. When I pull my lips from hers, she’s breathing so fucking heavy, her eyes lidded. Her breasts jiggle every time I slam into her, and damn, it’s sexy. I’m overcome with a sudden desire to taste her. I pull out and she makes a high pitched, keening sound. Damn, I should’ve done this sooner.

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