#wanna be loverboy

[meguwumibear]

togame x reader writing warm up

It's nearly midnight when the first of many rocks ricochets off of your first story window with a sharp plink. You don't even need to draw back the curtain to know who's waiting for you on the other side, likely still wearing his yellow shades despite the late hour.

You don't know if the man is stupid or suicidal.

Not one to reward poor behavior, you decide to wait him out. Togame will grow bored of tossing rocks at glass eventually.

Or not.

The next rock thrown splinters the pane with a quiet crack. The asshole never could take a hint.

You're not prepared for the sorry looking face that meets yours as you yank back the curtains. Togame's nose is practically smushed up against the ruined glass as he surveys the damage he's done, warm breath fogging up the window. The colorful specs he dons do little to hide the raised purple bruise forming under his left eye.

"Shit," you swear, as you fumble with the lock, "you gonna give me a matching shiner if I say I told you so?"

Togame has the nerve to look offended.

"When have I ever put my hands on you, huh?"

Never. Togame is known for his violence but has ever only been gentle with you.

"Tch, first time for everything."

You turn your back on him as he shimmies gracelessly into your room. If you keep looking at his ruined face, you might forgive him too soon.

"This mean you won't kiss it better?" he asks.

Damn him and his ability to make light of even serious situations.

"Does Choji know how you cool off after a fight?"

"Does Umemiya know who keeps your bed warm?"

A fair hit. You did throw the first punch.

"Baby, I don't wanna fight," he sighs, moody little pout making him look like something the cat dragged in. "If I'm not getting any kisses, I'll settle for some ice."

He closes the distance between the two of you, draping himself across your back. His long arms wind their way around your waist, leeching any lingering bitterness from you with their heat.

You wish it was easier to stay mad at him.

The expression you're met with as you twist around is soft, hopeful even. Apparently, it isn't easy for him to stay mad at you either.

You remove his glasses gingerly, placing them down on your crowded vanity. Green, green eyes watch you set them carefully aside.

"One kiss," you relent.

"Two"

"This isn't a negotiation, Romeo. And you owe me for the window."

"What if I say please?" he asks, following the question with the plead before you can even respond.

Fuck. Fine. Whatever.

The black eye is punishment enough. Now need to rub additional salt into the wound.

You slot your lips against his slowly, and he smiles into the kiss, victorious. You have to stand on your tiptoes to reach his mouth, despite the fact he's made himself small for you.

"More," he moans as you playfully nip at his bottom lip. "Please, baby."

He's already semi hard against your hip. It's always so easy to work him up. You wonder if yours is the only kind touch he knows.

You pull back reluctantly. His lips chase after yours, but you still them with a finger.

"Ice first."

"But-"

"Ice first," you repeat.

He frowns as he flops face first onto your bed, burrowing into your pillows and blankets. When he lifts his head it's to say, "fine, but I expect much more than kisses once you're done playing nurse."

And that, at least, you two can agree on.

[gojoest]

sneaking my head under his shirt and kissing his belly

[nerosdayinanime]

sleepyhead (passion pit)

[tiffysdeath]

aahhhh kit walker my beloved <333

[autismsupersoldier]

i made a cover for my gender playlist* and i think it came out pretty nice

current tracklist under cut, though i will be expanding it and welcome suggestions!

*a playlist that i think encapsulates what i want my gender to be :-)

🪩

Stayin Alive by Bee Gees

You Should Be Dancing by Bee Gees

Hot Cop by Village People

Love Machine by Wham!

Take on Me by a-ha

Down Under by Men At Work

Working for the Weekend by Loverboy

👢

Big Iron by Marty Robbins

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

Sleeping on the Blacktop by Colter Wall

God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash

Daddy Sang Bass by Johnny Cash

Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash

Sixteen Tons by Johnny Cash

[hwajin]

he's so silly :((

[himbo-buckley]

Colin as interims head of house Featherington is gonna be so funny cause you just know he‘s gonna make it everyone‘s problem but ESPECIALLY Pen‘s

He‘ll show up at the club and Ben and Anthony will be all like: so did you finish your taxes yet?

And Colin will just shrug all my mans I‘m not doing those that‘s her mother she can collect receipts we‘re sharing the workload she‘s the brain I‘m just supposed to be pretty for her

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Dave: i love you

[nicholas-bbgirl]

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Am I being an idiot

[h0undeye]

sorry this rp will be the only thing i post for the next 50 years @jaybird-baby-boy @howlite-returns

[withclawandvine]

just had a thought please bear with me…. 

Your coworker’s garishly fancy wedding was more fun than you thought it would be. Drink tickets were expensive, but the liquor was top shelf and had kept you floating, cheerful and comfortable, throughout the entire night.

But it was hard to say if that was really because of the martinis or if it was just Eijirou and that smile of his that made your head spin. He had a way of making it impossibly easy to be happy, even in your fancy cocktail dress and pinchy shoes.

You were happier still to be stumbling through the apartment door with him, tipsy and giggling.

As soon as he secures the deadbolt, Eijirou drops into a crouch and guides your foot to rest on his thigh. Big fingers fumble a little with the dainty buckle at your ankle. His look of intense concentration breaks into a victorious grin as your heel is guided off of your aching foot. Eijirou takes a minute to dig his thumbs into the arch before switching feet.

This time, he kisses your ankle, right on the welt from the leather strap. His lips travel up your calf until he reaches your knee, the hem of your dress. Eijirou squeezes your thighs once, his fingers digging into your flesh with a little desperation, before he gathers your skirt in his fists.

“Been dyin’ to see what’s under this dress —” he trails off as he rises, pulling the dress over your head as he goes. “— all night.” 

But when the satin in his hands falls to the floor, he just blinks at you, his brain slow to process what he’s looking at. Fabric, a few shades off your true skin tone and a bit dingy with age, clings tightly to your thighs and hips and waist, rolling down a little beneath your bra. 

You laugh, striking a pinup pose, “Sexy, huh?”  

Eijirou steps back into your space, hooks a finger under the material and pulls a little then lets it snap back to your thigh. Very seriously — and a bit hoarsely — he says, “Yeah.” 

You can’t help but snort up at him, which makes him redden, suddenly boyish. “ ’M serious. I think everything you wear is sexy.” 

“I know,” you say. And the funny part is: You actually do.

These spanx are old and probably half a size too small and quite possibly the ugliest thing in your dresser, but could say the same of your favorite bleach-stained joggers or the holey cutoff shirt you have to wear a sports bra under if you want to go in public. And they had also been met with the same hot-blooded wonderment as a slinky black dress or scraps of delicate red lace.

The same look he’s giving you now as he peels off the undergarment, restoring your natural shape and all the little lines and divots now embossed into it. A tender thumb traces one on your ribcage. 

“Then why’re you laughin’ at me?”

“I’m sorry. You’re just…” helplessly turned on by spandex and clearly a little embarrassed about it. So easy to read, and my favorite book. “I just love you.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

cult leader geto is a loserboy btw 🙏🙏

[transgenderboobs]

lena/gwen toxic yuri momence when

[hwajin]

sketching hyunjin and like....... why does he have such pretty ears i'm insane

[kpop-bbg]