starspangledcaptainamerica:

Send me a ♪ for the song our muses will have sex to. ( via random shuffle)

Send me a ♦ for an unsent text.

Send me a ♥ for a heart felt confession.

Send me a ♯ for what my muse finds attractive about yours.

Send me a ♫ for what my muse thinks of yours.

Send me a ✉ for a kiss.

Send me a ♚ for a hug.

Send me a ☑ for a one night stand drabble.

live-after-death:

Mikey’s breath caught in his throat, and his moved his mouth off Pete’s to whisper ‘shh, baby’ directly into his ear. “Fabric…” He mumbled, kissing his husband between words. “Too much… Fucking.. Fabric.”

Pete shrugged out of his hoodie easily as they kissed, moaning more softly now. He pulled at the bottom of Mikey’s shirt, nearly whimpering in agreement. “F-fuck…”

live-after-death:

Mikey’s grip grew tighter, moving one hand to Pete’s hair and pulling hard, just to see if he could get a reaction. He kissed back with all he had, moaning softly into Pete’s mouth.

Pete moaned loud, panting into Mikey’s mouth as they kissed furiously for what seemed like forever. He ground down against his husband, body on autopilot.

live-after-death:

Mikey shivered, letting his fingers dig in gently to Pete’s sides. “Mhm… T-that one’s pretty high up on the ‘list of things that make me go ‘mmmm”, Pete..”

Pete licked across Mikey’s lips, humming his agreement. “And you already know most of mine. So.” He nipped his way back inside Mikey’s mouth, kissing him hard.

live-after-death:

“I’ll add that to my list of things that Pete likes. It’s ever-growing, you see.” Mikey’s grin faded into a sort of smirk. “Just let me know whenever something new pops up.”

Pete giggled and sighed, kissing Mikey hard briefly before pulling away. “I know you like my biting. That’s an easy one to remember.” He leaned over and lightly bit down on Mikey’s lips, smirking.

live-after-death:

((she’s going to harvest my soul))

((ohoes))

live-after-death:

psst megan i replied psst

*disappirates*

PSST ANNA SO DID I

live-after-death:

Mikey grinned back, wrapping his arms around Pete’s waist and kissing his cheek. “I’m not as subtle as I thought, then, huh?”

Pete giggled and kissed Mikey’s nose. “Nope! Not anymore… but I like it when you’re not. So.” He nuzzled the other’s face, happy and comfortable.

live-after-death:

0nenightand0nemoretime:

live-after-death:

0nenightand0nemoretime:

anna if you want to go to bed you can love

[whispers sensually] i’m not even tired

[whispers aggressively] I’ll bash ye fookin ead in i swear on me mum

[falls and can’t get up]

[/LAUGHING TOO HARD OOPS]