him tugging his shirt down

anonymous asked:

(2/2) and jack is ready to wholeheartedly deny he said anything bc alex doesnt like him like that what but theres a small little tired smile on alexs face and alex grabs his shirt and tugs him down until their lips meet and alex lets out this lil keening noise and his hair is wet and its tickling jacks face but he's. kisSING alex so its ok. and after alex pulls away he rolls his eyes, tugs jack into the blankets next to him and says 'love you too idiot' burying his face in jack's neck

imagine him saying i love you more then them just laying there under that mound of blankets bickering back and forth about who loves who more and why

yeagerin asked:

♥ your muse suprises my muse with a kiss

Contrary to what Jean often liked to boast, he hadn’t ever actually kissed anyone before. Of course, his mom didn’t count because that was his mom, and everyone kissed their mom on the cheek (or received kisses). He had been taken by surprise when he was washing dishes in the cabin one day and he’d felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see who it was, and at the sight of Erin he was ready to scold her for interrupting him from doing his chores, but before he could even get a word out there was a hand on his shirt collar, tugging him down for a.. kiss? 

Her lips were on his and they were surprisingly soft. He felt himself wanting to kiss back, but his shock left him in a kind of stupor, and right as he regained reason, she was already pulling away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Okay… Wanna tell me what that was about?” Because he was definitely confused.

the-hoodless-oriole asked:


7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! DON’T READ BELOW THE CUT!! My muse has drawn your number! Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

13. Trailing kisses from the stomach up to the mouth.

Tim was particularly excited about being locked in a closet with Brian, as strange as that sounded. He had the oriole pinned under him, his shirt tugged up to his neck, and his jeans tugged down slightly. Tim was on his hands and knees above him assaulting his waist line with kisses. Slowly, he trailed the kisses up his happy trail, stopping to drag his tongue around his navel. His eyes darted up to look at Brian’s face before beginning to trail small pecks up to his chest. He stopped as his chest to dragged the tip of his tongue over a nipple before continuing up. He nipped along his collarbone and up his neck. Tim pressed several kisses to Brian’s jaw and cheek before pressing a hot kiss to Brian’s lips.