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kidovna · 27 days
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manifested mileven at the snowball in 2016, so now I’m manifesting byler at senior prom🪻🌻
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radiance1 · 3 months
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The Justice League have a problem, one that needs some level of knowledge and expertise of a being from the Infinite Realms to give them a better chance of actually solving this problem.
However.
Every ghost they have summoned, without fail, took one look at Constantine. Squinted (yes, squinted). Then decided to go back to where they came without a word.
This. Would have been useful, nice even. If it was a situation where they needed the summoned being of a cult to head back to where they came without a fight.
But alas, that is not what is happening.
The Justice League, obviously, ask him why the ghosts keep fleeing back to their Realm at the sight of him, but Constantine can't answer because he genuinely has no idea why they keep leaving when getting a proper look at him.
So they keep trying and they do find some success in it. They summoned a boy, most likely older than he physically looks yet it still puts some of them off because of, well.
You know.
A boy with white hair and toxic green eyes. The boy stops short, as if not expecting to be randomly transported to somewhere else, takes a look around the room, then the Justice League. His eyes settle on one person.
Constantine, in particular.
He squints (Why do all of them squint? Nobody knows) and then a sudden looking of realization passes on his face. Different from the looks of vague fear and genuinely want to not involve themselves any further, his face held slight disgust and a heavy amount of disappointment.
Thankfully, he didn't leave immediately after that.
Constantine asks what's with the look on the ghost boy's face, the ghost boy in question squints even further. Stares at Constantine for a moment or two, buries his face in his hands and brings his knees to his hand and groans out.
"He could've done so much better."
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stsgsk · 6 months
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"You've saved me as what?" Satoru repeats for what must have been the fifth time.
You sigh, speaking again, slowly. "Cotton Swab. I saved you as Cotton Swab"
Satoru gapes at you, mouth opening and closing without a single word coming out. In the end, he pouts and look away.
You frown. "Hey, come on. Don't be like that," You walk around him so you're directly in his line of view, his pink lips sticking out as he crosses his arms. You show him your phone, where his contact really is saved as 'Cotton Swab'. "It's a term of endearment. An affectionate nickname. I mean, would you rather just be saved as Satoru? How boring is that?"
Satoru glances at your screen once, then looks away, clearly unimpressed. "You didn't even give me an emoji."
"Alright, alright" you say, going ahead to edit his contact name. "I'll add some emojis. Which ones do you want?"
Before you could blink, satoru had taken your phone. He gives it back to you a few seconds later, leaving you chuckling at the long list of emojis he had put after his name. His name, you just realised, he changed to 'bf'.
You look up at him with a grin. "You gonna explain that?"
"Nope" he says back with a matching grin.
He didn't explain that you two were now matching, because he had long since had you saved as 'gf' with a whole bunch of emojis after too.
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themarsbar · 4 months
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Let me tell you how - as clumsy and awkward as it was - Wille's first conversation with Simon went like it was specifically designed to make Simon fall for him. Like straight to the heart and deadly. Non-survivable event.
Simon is eating alone, no-one's sitting next to him to his right, to his left and in front of him, like people are at best not acknowledging him and at worst actively avoiding him, which they probably are. Wille comes in, sees him and purposefully seeks him out. He wants to sit close to him and talk to him. This is new to Simon and not at all something he'd have expected from "Ers Majestät".
W: "[you don't belong with Forest Ridge] but you're eating with us?" S: "We non-residents have to eat somewhere". Oh, you know Simon was just waiting to sink his teeth into Wille (metaphorically ...for now) and he savors Wille's faux-pas. You can just tell how much he enjoys delivering that comeback.
Wille's counterattack? Deadly. He introduces himself. He's like "I haven't introduced myself, I'm Wilhelm." He's humble, he doesn't assume people know him just because he's a member of the royal family and had a whole welcome party organized just for him like, yesterday. He's just a newcomer and his name is Wilhelm.
"I liked what you said in there, Simon." Simon had the whole class against him right then, teacher included, but Wille appreciates his opinion, he likes that Simon spoke up, even and especially against him. Bonus point, he adds Simon's name at the end of the compliment, because it matters. See, we know Wille was being sincere but Simon regains his footing here because this could potentially sound like a dig, and he's prepared for those so he remarks along the lines of "Oh yeah? So why didn't you say anything?", which brings us to:
"I'm not allowed to talk politics." And it's the way Wille says this, hesitantly, like he's painfully aware of the hypocrisy and he's ashamed of it. It rearranges Simon's view of him because it seems like Wille knows he's part of a bullshit establishment and he's not blissfully partaking of its privileges with no awareness or care. Wille is very much not like Simon had imagined he would be.
And then! Wille goes to leave and he almost drops his fork. Final dart, straight to the heart, Simon's fate is sealed: this guy's goofy.
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And that, my friends, is how you go from Simon's mortal enemy to Simon's crush in the span of less than 2 minutes.
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mayhasopinions · 7 months
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what in the lgbt even was this scene (see tags for discussion)
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surreal-duck · 27 days
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after school chats
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no but like really. he really has talked about him That much. maybe even more. along with how hajime really likes love talk in canon it spiraled into this mdgskkjsdhg
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akai-anna · 1 month
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it's been a while on my rewatch, but i'm watching the fake wedding case and... can we just talk about how shinichi's reaction is so different in the anime compared to the manga?
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bland. boring. WHERE IS THE FEELING IN THIS. just. No.
THIS THO
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SMITTEN. BESOTTED. A TRUE SIMP. JUST LOOK AT HIM. HE'S A BABY YOUR HONOUR. BABY IN LOVE!!!!
bonus: shinichi peeking at ran with a blush on his face at this bit (and ran blushing too, pretty please)
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We Were Robbed.
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natimiles · 1 month
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He is even more adorable in His Side Story!
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I am screaming and in tears and wanting to bite him all at once.
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yyeojj · 6 months
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Polysho week !! Day 3: realization of feelings! ♡︎
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wannabemylover · 7 months
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rewatching the first episode of Hannibal and holy shit I forgot how good this is but it's actually insane that Brian fuller set up the ep like this, he introduces will and Hannibal by first briefly showing them at their core, at the darkest, most vile part of them---we get a glimpse behind the curtain---and then its gone, the curtain is snapped shut and we see their masks, their human suits.
Will empathizes with killers because he likes it, and he wants to kill but he refuses to give into the urge because he knows how much he'll like it and he won't be able to stop. So he lives vicariously through other killers, satisfying his own dark urge by feeding it little morsels of secondhand blood lust. Every crime scene he works gives the urge something that satisfies it, not enough for it to grow, but enough for it be sate. Enough that he can ignore it for long enough that he can walk around and be Professor Will Graham who is Weird, Brash, and Non-sociable.
And Hannibal is a cannibal at night and a psychiatrist by morning.
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comfortless · 4 months
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hi, sweetie!! could i maybe get just a crumb more of your dungeoneer!König and his little knight gf 💖🥹 💕
of course, of course! anything for you, marmy!
dungeoneer! König x fem! reader
content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. suggestive, sexism, exhibitionism, masturbation
Slaying the wyrm should have been the end of it, at least that’s what she believes.
With the golden eye in tow, they leave the dungeon side-by-side, dirtied with god only knows what, her formerly pristine armor plates now sullied with blood and scratches born from the claws of the beast. She looks the part of a proper knight, and though he’s utterly adamant that a lady could never be one— König finds himself rolling in equal parts devotion and shame. He’s always pictured his future wife to be some tame lady who isn’t inclined to wield a blade. Not this. He’s ridiculous enough to tell her so, too, and only flashes her a grin at the dirty looks she shoots back in response.
Of course, she has no intention of making good on her teasing below the earth’s surface. It was just to invigorate him for that gruesome battle, honest! When he offers her his name, kneeling before her with his hands wrapped over her thighs like a begging dog, she only finds herself further disgusted by him. König, he says with pride in his voice, an undeniably blasphemous thing to call oneself when he’s not a king at all! A proper, devoted knight should have sheared his head from his shoulders right then, instead she just gives him her name in turn, maybe even bats her eyelashes at this giant fool before reaching for his forearms to right him.
König is shameless when he speaks, prattling endlessly of his aspirations: how he longs to share his home, his bed, even his claim to future children… all with her. She’s never had a man speak to her like this, stare at her like this. In fact, she finds it fascinating how he hasn’t tripped once on their venture back to the gilded castle when the entirety of his focus has been on her.
While she ogles the royal guard standing at the side of the old king, perched on his thrown of rhubarb velvet and shimmering gold, König only has eyes for her. She presents the eye in its mucky satchel, uncrushed and still dewy despite the length of their journey, tells him that it’s not gold that she desires but a place at his knights’ table. König had been kind enough to warn her of the reception beforehand, but even a burst of fire from the maw of a dragon would have felt more pleasant than the pitying glances and the weight of gold coins thrust into her palms before she and her brutish companion were ordered to leave.
Horrible thing that he is— König is almost smug when they cross the rampart, expecting her to sully her face with tears as any lady would. He could play the hero then, whisk her away to a world where she can play the part of a knight fighting rats away from their kitchen and kneeling before his cock instead of some withering old king. He had good intentions, really! He wants to take care of her!
She doesn’t cry, only begrudgingly splits the bounty with him across the table of the tavern they’ve wandered off to. Tells him that she can still live out her dreams in the very same way that he does— taking jobs for the king by wandering through desolate labyrinths crowded with monsters for payment, and that she would still feel very righteous doing it. He’s terribly hard as he watches her down her ale so smoothly, drinking with more vigor than any man, even him.
“You are the most amazing thing,” he grunts, openly gawking at her as he shifts in his seat. Ordinarily, he would have more sense than to whip his cock out in the midst of a crowded tavern, but it’s the late hour and she’s still got the blood of the wyrm cresting her cheek and a look in her eyes that makes his heart feel like a roaring hearth. When the ties of his trousers are undone, his own mug of ale in one hand and his cock fisted in the other he doesn’t even care for the blushing, giggling little tavern maidens— just the woman seated across from him staring daggers into his very soul.
“And you are obscene,” she says haughtily, even as the corner of her lip curls into a smirk. He feels as though Lady Luck has made it her personal goal to give him everything he’s ever hoped for now. Even boisterously sings along with the bard crowding the corner after he’s smeared his seed into his palm. This little knight-hopeful is everything to him already, even with her insults and teasing. He offers her a dance, too, clumsy and drunken as they slur over their words and press close to tell one another stories from their respective travels.
When they’re bathing in the stream just beyond the town, her armor finally shed and her bare flesh lit aglow under the milky gaze of the moon, she finally suggests that, perhaps, they should try traveling together. They’ll split any coin they receive in payment, and it’s safer to have a proper group rather than go at it alone. The words barely register to König at all, too enraptured by her nudity to make any sort of protest. How those steel scales were covering what’s laid bare before him is entirely beyond his imagination. He wants to sink himself into her entirely— his nails, his teeth, his manhood and his heart all buried inside of his companion.
Only, she doesn’t let him, only withdraws from the cool water to cloak herself with a demure smile. He would do anything for her, he believes it wholeheartedly when he follows her to the bank, damp hands grabbing at her breasts tucked beneath the green cloak thrown over her shoulders. König isn’t stupid, drunken but still mindful enough to that know she’s strumming him like a lute. He simply would be happy with what he could get, grins like a demon feasting from the holy when she parts the cloth for him to see her tits while he toys with her, the soft flesh pliant beneath his calloused fingertips. She even moans for him a few times, a pretty desperate sound before she escapes his grip with a giggle and heads back toward the inn.
He stares in disbelief when he finds that they’re not sharing a room as per her request, distributing only enough for her own bed to the innkeeper prior to hastily making her way up the creaking stairs.
The low whines he hears through the thin wood between their rooms paints a picture so vivid for him. He comes undone at her soft, needy song, pretends his hand is the holy space between her legs. His own groaning joins her whispers of lust, her muffled laughs fill the night air when his breath grows ragged as his seed spills out over his abdomen.
There isn’t a doubt in his mind that he will have her in time, it’s fated.
these two are like this to me:
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Frank Dicksee. roaring devotion in his eyes while she is very much above him and in control (‘:< heheh very, very them!!
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rush-the-stars · 7 months
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thinking depraved thoughts about nanami x gojo x reader mafia au
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kurooo-is-here · 4 months
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Can I request something for Kieran x reader? While Kieran is smitten with the reader, his Hydrapple has a big crush on their shiny Hydrapple! They become each other's wingman lol. (I headcanon his hydrapple with my shiny one named Eve)
As a fellow shiny Hydrapple haver, I 100% approve of this idea LOL
I have this mental image of the two Hydrapple's cuddling, but all of their heads are out and it becomes a bit of a tangled mess sometimes 😭 They manage to untangle themselves eventually though!
Note: I named the reader's Hydrapple "Eve" just to differentiate the two, just so it doesn't get too repetitive to read "Hydrapple" over and over.
Kieran x Reader ft. Hydrapple
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Kieran is SO in love with you. He thinks about you constantly, he's up at night messaging you, and of course, he loves that you two both have Hydrapples. Before you two became a thing, you were already best friends.
He was a bit too nervous to confess at first, but after your Hydrapples met each other, it was only a matter of time before things fell into place. His Hydrapple would be constantly nuzzling into Eve, doting on them, and hissing whenever anyone tried to seperate them.
Eventually, the two Hydrapples would be hanging out whenever Kieran was with you. It became an inside joke of sorts that if you and Kieran were near each other, then your Hydrapples would also be close by.
Kieran gets to hear ALL about his Hydrapple's crush, and that maybe he should confess to you already, much to Kieran's embarassment. He finally gives in one day when the two of you stop to get some ice cream on a day off.
He stumbles on his words at first, but after seeing his Hydrapple and Eve looking at him eagerly, he blurts out his confession-- which you happily accept.
Kieran basically never leaves your side after that. He's forever doting on you, clinging to you, and giving you affection. If anyone DARED lay their hands on you, they can expect to deal with two angry, hissing Hydrapples and a VERY angry Kieran.
Kieran may not be physically strong, but he's got a hell of a Pokemon team and he WILL beat up anyone who makes you sad.
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laufxsons · 5 months
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something something love is a dagger yadda yadda
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lover-of-mine · 1 year
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#poker night has been enlightening
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spiderp0nk22 · 5 months
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Whole cake arc is just like GTA in real life guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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