laughed the entire time making this

anonymous asked:

Can you please do Clace sex head canons ?

As a gray-ace virgin who has never kissed anyone, I apologize for the low quality of these. (Also sorry it took so long)

  • Jace has a praise kink and Clary is more than happy to indulge him(this should not be surprising to anyone)
    • she whispers compliments in his ear and lets her lips brush against his skin
    • tells him how beautiful he is and how badly she wants to draw him
  • Clary likes having her hair pulled not super hard but enough to get the point across
  • They’re either laughing and smiling the entire time during sex or it’s the most intense/steamy thing ever there is no in between
  • Jace doesn’t like getting tied up/handcuffed (because flashbacks to actual torture) but he’s more than okay with it if Clary wants to pin his wrists down with her hands
  • Clary doesn’t usually make a lot of noise/she isn’t very loud but the little whimpers and sighs she makes drive Jace crazy
  • Wanna know why Jace never trains without a shirt on? Clary leaves hickies (hickeys?) down his chest. he likes seeing the marks and refuses to use a healing rune to get rid of them
  • Clary loves to tease him any way she can. 
    • She runs her hands up the inside of his thigh under the table during meetings
    • When she’s able to pin him during training she leans down like she’s going to kiss him just to taunt him a little about how she won and get up and leave him on the floor
    • Anything that makes his voice do the sexy strained rough thing it does when he’s turned on
  • After sex they curl up together and Jace runs his fingers through Clary’s hair and kisses the top of her head and Clary lightly traces the runes on Jace’s chest and stomach with the tips of her fingers
Always Have Been More Than

Originally posted on AO3 by me. (Redgirl_78 on AO3) There was never a time when Dean and Sam Winchester were not in love. Whatever force in the universe chooses who should be soulmates: God? Fate? Karma? wanted to make sure they were truly together their entire lives. So they were born as brothers.
Dean started asking for a sibling as soon as he was able to put words together. His first word was in fact “Sam”. Although at the time Mary and John thought he was saying “Ma'am” instead of mom, so they let it go.
The day Mary found out she was pregnant, Dean was waiting for her on the porch when she came home from the doctor. He ran down the steps and jumped into her arms laughing and saying “Thank you, mommy, thank you!” Mary put him down and asked why he was thanking her. Dean rolled his eyes like it was the dumbest thing he’d ever been asked “Cuz you gots my baby!”
When Mary told John about it later, he dismissed it by saying Dean must have overheard her on the phone or talking to the neighbor lady about her possible pregnancy. And that was the end of it, for a while.
Around the time Mary was starting her second trimester, Dean started talking to her stomach. Not just saying things like “hi baby” but full on conversations as if the baby was talking back. John thought it was odd, but now it was Mary who waved him away saying it was cute that he was so excited about getting a new sibling.
When Mary was around 7 months pregnant Dean began climbing into his parents bed every night after they’d gone to sleep. Mary slept facing out because John complained not only did her pregnant belly put off enough heat to bake a pie, but the baby would kick him mercilessly as if it was trying to annoy him intentionally. Dean would lay awake until he heard his dad snoring then tip toe into his parents room, slip into bed next to Mary and proceed to talk to her stomach all night. Sometime before dawn he would go back to his own bed, so he wouldn’t get caught. The nightly visits lasted until Mary started getting up several times a night to use the bathroom, another one of the “joys” of late pregnancy.
After that Dean had his “baby talks” during the day. These sessions bothered John for some reason. He told Mary it was weird, and not healthy for Dean to think he was actually holding a conversation with an unborn baby. But again Mary assured him it was fine. It just meant Dean would be close to the new baby, and be a good big brother. How could that be a bad thing?
The night before Sam was born, Dean insisted on sleeping with his parents. When John tried to take him to his own room, Dean became very upset. “NO!! My baby needs me! Gots to wake mama up when is time!”
“John, I am so tired, and uncomfortable just let him stay” Mary gathered Dean into her arms and sang to him until he fell asleep, hugging her belly.
Around 5 AM John was roused from sleep by Dean shaking him and yelling “Daddy Daddy my baby’s coming!”
John sat up immediately, confused “Is it time?”
“I have no idea why he is saying that! I haven’t had a single … . ” Mary was cut off when a searing pain shot through her lower back. “Ohhhhh, ok, maybe we should get going.”
John had just gotten off the phone arranging a sitter for Dean, when Mary came down the stairs with a worried look on her face. Dean trailed behind her, a determined look on his little face. He was insisting on being taken to the hospital with his parents. Even after it was explained by both John and Mary that babies take a very long time to come and Dean would be bored waiting, he would not change his mind.
When the babysitter arrived and he realized they were going to leave him at home, the normally sweet, well behaved Dean had an epic meltdown. He wrapped his tiny arms around Mary, pressing his face against her swollen, contracting baby bump and refused to let go. Huge hitching sobs racked his tiny body, as he clung to his mother.
“Dean, I promise I will bring mommy home. She will be fine.” John spoke softly mistakenly trying to reassure Dean he was not losing his mommy.
“Nooooooo … Gotta. . stay. . with. . my . . Sammy… Sammy’ll be ascared… if ’m not there … when he gets borned!” Dean was crying so hard he could barely breathe between words.
John and Mary exchanged confused horrified looks. Not only had they not known if the new baby was a boy or a girl, they had still not decided, if it was a boy, what they were going to name him. Samuel had been discussed, but they were leaning towards Henry after John’s father.
Mary stroked Dean’s hair “Honey, why are you calling the baby Sammy? You might get a little sister you know.”
“No! … This is my Sammy… He’s mine and nobody elses” Dean refused to listen. He hugged Mary even tighter, when suddenly her water broke. Dean stared at the growing puddle of water, his eyes huge. He let go of Mary’s stomach, grabbed her hand and pulled towards the door. “WE NEED TO GO NOW! SAMMY IS IN TROUBLE!” Dean spoke in a voice that eerily sounded much older than his four years.
John opened his mouth to object when Mary screamed. A stream of blood was making its way down her leg, falling to the floor in bright red drops. John scooped Mary into his arms and carried her out the door. Not wanting to take any chances, he carefully laid her down in the back seat of the Impala. He was in the drivers seat turning the ignition key before he noticed Dean in the front passenger seat.
A blood curdling scream from the back seat stopped John cold.
“JOHN HURRY PLEASE, THE BABY IS COMING!!!” Mary was clutching her stomach curled into a ball. The Impala roared to life and the tires screamed for ½ a block as John punched the accelerator to the floor.
The hospital was less than 10 minutes away, but it felt like hours. Mary was screaming and crying in such agonizing pain, the sound made John grip the steering wheel until his fingers were white. The gut wrenching thought that he might lose his wife and his child crept into his mind and he immediately wanted to be sick. He fought back the nausea and panic by reaching down deep to his Marine Corps training, to lock his emotions down.
The Impala roared into the hospital emergency entrance and John bolted from the car screaming like a mad man for someone to help Mary.
Several nurses rolled a gurney out and John carefully placed Mary on it. He tried to go with her but was told she was going straight up to labor and delivery. They would come and get him in the waiting room as soon as they knew anything. John stood staring at the double doors they’d just wheeled Mary through when he felt something warm slip into his hand.
“Dean?” John looked down to see Dean standing next to him holding his hand. “I completely forgot you were here son.”
Dean looker up at him. His sea green eyes wide with wonder and affection. “It’s ok Daddy”
John’s eyes filled with tears, picking Dean up and hugging him so tightly Dean giggled and squealed with joy. “You know what? Daddy is glad you’re here. Lets go find the waiting room, and… start waiting I guess.”
The waiting room was, as waiting rooms go, nice. It had soft comfy couches and several reclining chairs. A big screen tv was playing some baseball game, and the magazine rack was stocked with every sports, car, hunting, fishing and otherwise male oriented publication, except “those kind” of course. Even though most men went with their wives into the delivery room these days, there were some who chose not to, or could not due to a complicated delivery. So the waiting room maintained its decidedly male atmosphere.
Not long after arriving, a nurse came in and told John that Mary needed a c-section. Evidently the placenta had detached too soon and the baby was not getting any oxygen. Had they waited much longer to come to the hospital things may not have gone well. John shook his head and looked down at Dean, remembering the boy’s sheer panic that there was something wrong and they needed to get to the hospital quickly. How did he know?
A cute candy striper brought John some coffee and Dean some cookies and milk, congratulated them on their new arrival and left. They sat in silence for close to half an hour, when all of a sudden Dean stood up and ran for the door.
“Sammy! Sammy! Sammy!” Dean was smiling like someone just announced Christmas was now happening twice a year.
“Dean get back here!” John started after him but just then the door opened and a nurse wearing scrubs walked in carrying a small bundle.
“Mr. Winchester? It’s a boy” John stopped dead in his tracks as the nurse opened the blanket and he saw the tiny face of his new baby son. He reached out to take him, then stopped “m-my wife, is she okay?”
The nurse hesitated but saw the desperation on John’s face “She’s ok Mr. Winchester. She lost a lot of blood, but we managed to get it under control. They’re taking her to recovery now if you want to see her … ” John pushed past the nurse and out the door before she could finish.
“Can I see my Sammy now?” The nurse looked down and found herself staring into twin gems of emerald green. “Please? I’ve been waitn’ so so long”
“Of course you can sweetheart. Go sit on the couch over there for me” Dean dashed to the couch and sat with one arm propped up on the arm so he could hold the baby easily. The nurse placed the child in his arms marveling at the tenderness and skill the pre-schooler showed with the newborn, remembering to support his head and holding him firmly yet carefully.
Dean leaned in close, grazing the baby’s forehead with his lips, and whispering softly “Still mine Sammy?”
As the nurse watched with amazement, Sammy’s eyes popped open, gazing at Dean with an expression of the purest love she’d ever seen. As if these two knew each other, and had known each other for millions of years. Green eyes as deep as the ocean met kaleidoscope eyes of blue, green, brown and gold.
The nurse’s eyes suddenly flashed a bright glowing blue, then back to normal. She sat down next to Dean on the couch stroking his hair gently. “Yes Dean, Sammy is still yours. And you are still his. Just as you two have been since the beginning of time”
Dean smiled and kissed Sammy again “Mine

Okay I remember reading this awhile ago (I’m sure I reblogged it) but I absolutely freaking LOVED IT. It’s so cute and sweet and 100% believe this is exactly what happened! Thanks darling @debivc78! (And is this a continuation of the story here?)

Please help Mark see this...

Hi, Mark. I’m the developer of “Black Rose” “Captured”, and “Otherworld Hospital”, and I’ve been a long-time subscriber and fan of you, ever since your early days of ’Let’s Playing’. You help me with my depression, and you help me feel like I have friends, even though I’ve never actually met you or the gang (I’d be too nervous to, anyway). You help me feel like I’m somewhat normal. Even though I just sit here and cry sometimes, you always make me laugh.

Seeing you play my games helps motivate me to keep developing them and get better at it, as becoming a successful, appreciated game developer has been my entire life dream since I was very young. It’s been a long journey or depression, anxiety, devastation, humiliation, isolation, lack of motivation, and sadness, but you help me press on.

I can only hope that maybe, possibly, if I get lucky, you just might see this. I’m getting emotional now even just typing this out, it’s just that you’ve helped me so much in ways that many people can’t see or understand.

So, thank you. Even though it’s hard, I will keep trying the best I can.

Okay but imagine socially awkward and closed off Alexander Gideon Lightwood is actually amazing with kids:

  • Babies love Alec. One day Izzy rushes in with an infant that is .1 seconds from exploding and just throws the baby into Alec’s arms while Clary, Simon, and Magnus look on in confusion. But Jace just laughs and goes “Do your thing baby whisperer” and Alec just smiles down gently runs a soft finger down the babies cheeks all the while making a little humming noise and the child just immediately goes silent. Magnus possibly dies on spot.
  • But it doesn’t really stop there because all kids just seem to love him. They find Madzie and take her away from Iris and the entire time she clings to Alec. Who is more than content to prop her on his shoulder or on his lap. Basically he walks with her propped on his hip as he quietly shows her the institution.
  • Luke hear’s about these abilities and he brings Alec around to deal with some of the pups in his pack who go a bit stir crazy around the time of the moon. The pup’s demand that Alec become an official member of the pack, the Nephilim can’t have him. 
  • And the Lightwoods first realized this with Izzy. She was a difficult baby especially when it came to sleeping and nothing seemed to put her to sleep. That is until three year old Alec crawled out of bed one night and gently reached towards his little sisters hand her whimpers stilling.
  • Max’s first word was Alec. Honestly Maryse and Robert couldn’t even be mad because really what did they expect.

i can’t believe space dad j'onn j'onzz has known this entire time that alex danvers is a huge lesbian since he can read minds and it makes me wonder did he ever read her mind when she was trying to figure out if she’s gay?? like throughout the day she would subconsciously just think about how amazing girls are and j'onn is just like “alex are you kidding me there is no way you are straight” but being the respectful, supportive father he is he just let her figure it out and then wait for her to tell him on her own terms

im watching fucking… ghost hunter shows bc my life is a mess but i can’t stop thinking (and laughting) about like gansey and co. being on one 

imagine like some ghost hunter group want to talk to ppl in henrietta about findings etc and they find gansey and they love him bc the ENTIRE TIME gansey is talking there are CRAZY EVP readings and chilly air and the cameras fucking up and flaring and the crew is totally freaked out the entire time  but like its just noah, sitting behind gansey and saying stupid shit and howling

“maybe i have my own personal ghost i never knew about,” says gansey in his best gentleman’s voice

imagine gansey is walking them down the monmouth stairs and noah just tosses a fucking book at them. they are THRILLED.

blue cant stop laughing while she tries to talk about her moms business because noah keeps making faces and climbing onto gansey’s back and gansey is just.. trying to look unaffected by it

adam freaks the crew out too much for them to talk to him for very long at all like they are literally more comfortable with ghosts than this boys unsettling expression 

when they ask ronan he tells them to eat shit and looks right at noah while he says ghosts aren’t real

noah’s laughter is caught on tape and ronans bit actually ends up being the highlight of the show

Lie about love - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Lie about love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (slight, not really)

Warnings: Possessed Reader

Prompt: Reader gets possessed and tells Dean lies about reader&cas just to hurt him, but then cas comes and exorcises the demon and Dean thinks that what the demon said was true (bc of huggin etc) but then time skip reader tells the truth about her feelings?

“Do you think she’d ever have feelings for you? Dean Winchester?” she scoffed, spite in her voice but Dean couldn’t bring himself entirely to hate it because it was your face, it was your voice, it was your eyes- your everything that he actually loved. He couldn’t bring himself to be strong an face the monster because he was actually facing the woman he loved more than anything. She laughed. But it was not the same laugh that would usually make his heart skip a beat because unfortunately it was no longer you that laughed.

“Like hell” she scoffed “She’d rather kill herself than fall for you, much less get any closer as far as a relationship is concerned.” she said in a hiss “You’re one big damn flaw, Dean. Broken, in every possible way. You are a mess, a man with daddy issues, womanizer and an alcoholic. What would she ever want to do with you?” she scoffed and Dean swallowed down the lump in his throat.

He fought so hard to not let it show how much your words were getting to him.Because he knew it wasn’t yours words exactly it was her words because she was the one speaking. But in the very end she was inside you, she could see all of your thoughts and feelings. How could Dean be sure she was only lying to him?

“Shut up.” Dean growled, his hands not even flexing to throw the holly water at you like he would do with any other demon. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt you not even when it wasn’t actually you.

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you’ll never realize that you’ve fallen in love until you sit and think about everything that’s changed.
a few months ago his voice was just a voice and his smile just a smile and his laugh just a laugh, but today, and now, and for a long time coming, his smile makes you feel warm even if it’s 39 degrees and he’s nowhere near and his voice becomes your favorite sound and his laugh can pull you from your unhappiness and suddenly you’ve stopped drowning.
you’d rather have your own best friend 5,000 miles away from you than have him be anywhere but in your arms and you start to forget why you were ever unhappy in the first place because the universe managed to shove millions of stars and an entire galaxy into a single body and that body isn’t yours but it’s close enough.
you stop wanting to be asleep all the time because being asleep means being away from him even if he’s already on the other side of what feels like the entire universe and you want to spend every waking moment thinking of him and talking to him.
you stop drinking because you don’t need fake happiness anymore because the alcohol will wear off in the morning but at least he won’t.
you don’t realize you’re in love until you’ve noticed that you could spend the rest of your life looking at him because his smile is as bright as the sun and his laugh as warm as it and his eyes as blue as the sky, if not more, and he’s not just a person anymore but the epitome of perfect and he has all the power to ruin your life with your heart in his hands.
—  but you trust him anyway

Look, I know I’m not funny, okay?

Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:

Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.  

listen. sometimes it’s going to be so hard you’re going to come home, cry, and question your entire being. you’re going to let yourself down. it’s going to feel absolutely crushing.

and then time will move it all under the carpet. you’re going to drink some water, get more sleep. you’ll pet a dog and laugh at a dumb joke your friend tell you. these small moments will be your saviour. catch them in the palm of your hands and hold them like the most precious thing you own.

just give it some time, my love. give it a little bit more time.

By 1:30 AM, the entire room is a blur, Harry’s limbs heavy like lead, and he can’t wipe the smile off his face. For the first time since landing in Honolulu, there’s no pressure to cover anything up, to act, to behave. Right now, it feels natural, like a giant group hang out, Louis not bothering to avert his gaze whenever Harry makes eyes at him.

Thank you, Vodka.

He’s covered from head to toe in foam. It’s disgusting, sticky, stuck to his eyelashes, and it’s hilarious. Louis can’t stop laughing at him - foam clinging to his own hair - pointing at the way it’s dripping off of Harry’s nose. Harry tries to tell him to cut it out, but his brain is moving at snail’s pace, and he can’t seem to get his tongue to work to form the words. Instead, he smirks, pushing Louis’ hair out of his eyes, Louis blinking slowly.

“I hate your dimple,” Louis says, just barely audible over the noise from the DJ.

“No, you don’t,” he replies, finally finding his voice.

“No, I don’t,” he mouths back.

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Jily headcanons

• In 6th year, James manages to sit beside Lilly for an entire meal and makes her laugh a total of three times
• She doesn’t even realize this but James never forgets it
• The next week he sits beside her for all three meals in a day and makes her laugh a total of eleven times.
• She notices and goes to sleep smiling that night
• A few days later he sits beside her for lunch and hands her the salad
• Their hands brush and Lilly looks away, blushing and she doesn’t know why
• The next week he doesn’t sit with her at all, too wrapped up in an essay to think about it
• Lilly notices and goes to bed on Sunday night feeling hurt and still not understanding why

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LOVED the “oh, I thought you did something clever, but now you explained it so it’s not.” And I also loved how Sherlock’s reaction to it was to make the man’s wife into Mary: a murdering super-spy who’s been lying about her identity to her husband for their entire relationship. But then there’s, like…no reaction from John. He just laughs, like, “Ha ha, hilarious, I also have a murdering super-spy wife who lied about her identity for our entire relationship, ha ha ha. Then she killed you, remember that? That was good times!” ANYWAY I love that Sherlock just had this whole scenario in his brain ready to be rattled off. I love how quick on his feet Sherlock is to fit the mold people think he should fit. Like, when he tells Mary he tracked her down by eliminating possibilities or whatever. It’s clear that he knows exactly what people expect out of him and he rattles it off so easily, because he’s just that good at playing the role people expect and hiding who he really is underneath it all. Sherlock is so very good at spinning the plates people think he ought to be spinning.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: Fenris has no memories of laughter. His entire life before Danarius was effectively taken away, and since then, he's only lived as a slave or a runaway, in isolation and rage and fear. Hawke is the first person who actively tries to make him laugh, and it doesn't matter that Hawke's lines are all terrible, because Fenris has never heard them before. Everyone else groans because Hawke's humour is obvious, dad jokes and puns and stuff they've heard a thousand times since they were little kids, but Fenris has none of that knowledge: everything Hawke says is new to him, and to Fenris, it's uniquely Hawke, because nobody else ever tried to tell him jokes. He doesn't know they're all self-consciously terrible lines; he just knows they're for him, and that they make him happy, and so he always laughs, small and dry, because this is perhaps the most obvious sign that Hawke, as opposed to just about everyone he's ever met, genuinely wants him to be happy.

I’ve struggled with a lot of pain, anxiety, depression, and self harm in my lifetime. I’ve left scars on my body I cannot remove. This pose was very intimate and very special to me. I’ve never been more happy with a photo than I am with this one…OKAY SO!! I’m standing in line for my photos op and I’m coolin’. I’m calm and collected the entire time and than I’m next in line. And my HEART DROOPED. I started feeling lightheaded and watery eyed and I tried to save myself but it was too late, Jensen turned to me with his arms open wide, he smile. I nervously walk up to him and he can totally tell I’m struggling so he makes conversation.

Jensen: hey! How are you? Is this your first convention?
Me: yyyyeessss
Jensen: are you enjoying yourself?
Me: ahhh yyyyeessss
Jensen: *laughs* I’m glad! Is there a pose you wanna do?
Me: ahhhhh yyyyeessss

So we do the pose and as soon as I break away I lock eyes with him and just lose it. I break down crying in front of EVERYONE and I’m SO EMBARRASSED. Jensen just throws his arms around me and pulls me into his chest. So I’m sobbing into Jensen’s shirt and then I realize “oh shit, people need their photos!” So I start pulling away and Jensen just pulls me tighter. I’m like “OKAY GOOD I CAN STAY HERE IM GOOD WITH THAT” I’m in his arms for about a good 45 seconds. I pull away again and wipe my face a little, trying to collect myself. Jensen smiles at me ever so sweetly and wraps his arm around me once more, he says “I’m so proud of you, you’re so important and you’re gonna be alright. I love you.” I said “I love you so much. Thank you.” He smiled SO WARMLY, and before I walked away he rubbed my back a little and it made me melt… I’m finally walking out of the photo op and immediately volunteers are like “are you okay? Do you wanna sit down?!” I’m saying “no, no I’m okay!” One girl wraps their arm around me, another hands me a bottle of water, (😂) as soon as I’m about to leave I hear someone say l “hey! Wait up!” I turn around to see an individual who stood about 2 people behind me in the photo op line running up to me, they hug me tight and say “I know what it’s like to be alone, and it’s okay…would you like to hang out with us for a while?” And with that I made two new friends! I come to found out from them that in the middle of me breaking down in Jensen’s arms, the security and staff was trying to move me along to hurry up the line and Jensen shoved them off. He WAVED THEM AWAY SO HE COULD HUG ME, and that is something I will never fucking forget. That is the reason I hold Jensen so close to my heart. I couldn’t ask for a better first convention.
Thank you Supernatural family, truly

P.S. Jensen smelt like Irish Spring male body wash and musk, of course. #blamethemusk

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Making out with... Doyoung


Anon: First make out with doyoung, pleease!

Anon! Here is your request! I hope you like it and please send in feedback so I can improve my blog :-D 


Flo xx

Originally posted by taesyong

my loyalty towards tae is really testing me doyoung looked so good this comeback like srsly he is such bf material lol i love him 

  • Very playful
  • Starts with Eskimo kisses where he just rubs his nose against yours
  • Then kisses your nose
  • And forehead
  • And cheeks
  • And then a lot of quick pecks on your lips
  • You usually make out before sleeping
  • You’ll be wrapped in his arms
  • A lot of pillow talk
  • Then he’ll start kissing you everywhere
  • This makes you laugh and giggle at this boy
  • Since you’re very ticklish
  • And he knows it lol
  • When he gets to your lips, he’ll be smiling the entire way through
  • It gets deep most of the time obvs
  • He usually gives you quick pecks during the day
  • So this is your only chance to really go for it lmao
  • He’ll hum a lot too
  • Out of pleasure
  • Which makes it even better because the vibrations rush straight to you know sensitive areas lmao
  • Likes to rub his hands on your waist
  • He likes the curve of it and how his hand fits perfectly
  • very messy kisser too
  • A lot of saliva exchanged
  • But u don’t care because its doyoung lol
  • Honestly though
  • His mouth would be quite open too
  • Letting you take dominance over the kiss
  • Make outs will last anything from 10 minutes to half an hour
  • It’s a good way to pass the time
  • When he pulls away, he’ll smile so widely
  • Literally its like you’ve had sex or something with him
  • He’s happy enough to just kiss you
  • Goes around for the rest of the day showing off
  • “Ya know, Y/N and I kissed last night”
  • “What the fuck, get out my face Doyoung”
  • You feel so embarrassed afterwards
  • And vow never to kiss him again
  • But that never happens lets be honest
  • It makes you happy to see him happy because of it though
  • It just makes you want to kiss him more
  • Doyoung would be very playful and giggly when making out with you - he couldn’t control himself around you hahah

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I have a mighty desire for RE7/Outlast crossovers. Like, can you imagine Miles sitting at a bar, musing on like, “Dude, I had two fingers chopped off.”

And Ethan just sort of scoffs and goes, “Man, that’s nothin’! My wife stabbed me and then sawed off my entire left hand.”

Miles, with a super stoic expression, looks over at Ethan and says, “I was possessed and shot multiple times in the chest.”

Then a light illuminates Blake in the background. He laughs weakly and swirls a glass of alcohol in one hand. “Your pains are nothing in comparison to mine!” he sneers, taking a drink in order to steel himself before standing awkwardly from his seat to reveal a large bandage over his groin.

Miles just makes a pained expression and Ethan utters a quiet, “That’s rough, buddy.”