#i love my babyboy

[atsu-kinnie]

Watching Haikyuu S3 for the nth time and seeing how irritated Tendou gets because no matter what he does, what point he makes or what move he blocks he can't break the will of any of the Karasuno players is just so funny to me. Not to mention his and ushijima's absolutely irritated and annoyed face when Hinata blocks with his cheek and not with the front of his face because he will get a nose bleed and will be benched, cherry on the top.

[torinlm]

My baby my baby you're my baby

[asimp-posts]

Happy birthday to my blindfolded babyboy ❤️❤️

I love him so much ❤️❤️🤞🏻

[frostbite-yinny]

Hey, Yinny, did you know already that Giovanni has a blog on here now? It's @teamrocketofficials! Have fun! :)

I don't think they would like to interact with me, since I had Giovanni tied up in my basement since I was so in love with him <3 <3 <3 also, pretty sure he doesn't appreciate the constant harassment.

Whatever, I have a dream pixie barbie girl bf now <3

[sillysiluriforme]

i can't think of a funny caption i have attached myself to this child like a cat foster mom

[gongyussy]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[chellaw-sinz-arts]

I was bored

[caiabresebun]

miles morales, spiderman 🌻

[honestlyitsjustsam]

favourite moments of bg3 -> (9/?)

[lintufriikki]

hear me out... what if helios as a transformer... 🥺💚💛🖤

[fangirlforeversthings]

Don't you just love🎀 when they go like:

I TOLD YOU WE

Mewp - NEEDED MORE

GLITTER

The bigger the hunk - the brighter the smile the lighter the personality the sweeter the heart

[slavon8]

Medieval Gordon again

[fenori]

peri-weri! 💜

[ficandkaboodle]

I adore Copia's Cardinal face. So much. He looks more capable of evil with it. Like, that is the face of a conniving and manipulative man I would read about in a Victor Hugo novel. That face is framed in shadows as he lurks about the cobblestone streets of the peasantry. There's camera shots on dollies tracking him in silhouette walking briskly against a brightly lit courtyard while a frantic violin concerto plays. He's setting shit into motion that will somehow inexplicably place him closer to getting the crown. That is the face sculpt of a man seducing (either figuratively or literally) the queen into spilling secrets about her oafish king of a husband. He is a man of ill-intent and I wanna ride his fucking nose.

[yangirehatchet]

fascination and possession. amaimon x f! reader

summary: amaimon can't help but wonder why he's so fond of you and tries to figure out the reason you lure him in all the time.

tw: i guess you could call this slightly dubcon, somno and voyeurism but there isn't any actual intercourse. just amaimon being amaimon actually

amaimon traces the soft flesh lying underneath him tenderly, nails leaving barely noticeable scratches in their wake, simply observing the rise and fall of your chest with hooded, impassive eyes as he gladly drinks up the sight of your unresponsive, sleeping face. under normal circumstances, he would hate for you to so blatantly remain ignorant of his presence and ignore him, but he supposes these aren't normal circumstances to begin with. not that he'll lose sleep over it.

even now, he could hear and feel it all. hear the way your heart bumped against your ribcage and feel your faint, relaxed pulse as he proceeds to hold up both of your limp wrists with only one hand. he doesn't attempt to do anything other than stare at you, dissecting everything with his sharp eyes and committing everything to memory.

every minutiae, every twitch of your muscles, every change of your facial expression and every minor detail surrounding you didn't go unnoticed by him. he narrows his eyes, still with that blank, inscrutable look on his face, and drops your wrists as he instead latches onto your neck.

he leaves light, wet, sloppy kisses before working his way up to your lips. he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lifts you off the mattress effortlessly. amaimon places you in his lap and purses his lips when you slump forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, continuing to sleep.

amaimon wonders why he can't find it in himself to get mad at you and think of you as a nuisance. oftentimes, he contemplates why he doesn't feel the sudden urge to kill you like he usually does when interacting with humans. it would be so easy what with you so blissfully unaware, using him as a makeshift pillow, innocently sleeping. he brings his claws up to your head and he realizes he can end your life without so much as breaking a sweat right here, right now.

but, instead, he takes to patting you on the head and gently stroking your hair. his gaze doesn't soften, but the previous sharpness and coldness fades away even if briefly, his eyes returning to their default indifference. "why won't you wake up? pets are supposed to listen, you know?" he asks innocently and slightly furrows his brows in confusion when you snuggle up to him, seeking the warmth his body heat provided.

"hm. i suppose this isn't too bad either." he shrugs and his warm hand cups your cheek, thumb perching itself on your bottom lip. he regards you with one long look, composed and unreadable like always.

at times, he can't wrap his head around you or your thought process. you know he's a demon, a being which seeks to cause chaos and mayhem — to destroy everything it so much as touches. in other words, he's everything a normal human is taught to stray away from and detest. and he's one of the ba'al, which is even more reason for you to evade him and bow your head in fear.

however, against your better judgement, you had invited him over to your apartment countless of times (and tonight is another such example) and you think of him as a friend. you think of him as someone trustworthy enough to let your guard down and fall peacefully asleep, not even considering the possibility of betrayal. he doesn't remember how it got to this point, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end.

amaimon is a demon king and he's always been fond of playing games and testing his luck. he wants to know if he can make you dream about him; if you can picture only him and nobody else even in your sleep, if he can force you to say his name out loud.

at some point, he wonders if you're playing a game with him, too. if you purposefully turn a blind eye to his demonic disposition and wish for him to touch you the same way he keeps on fantasizing about it.

his hands trail over to your waist and he squeezes the flesh at his disposal, nestling his chin on your shoulder and burying his face deep in your neck. amaimon slowly lifts up your shirt enough to expose your midriff and allows his nails to graze the skin, watching as goosebumps break out after the abrupt physical contact.

amaimon's long since decided on keeping you around as his toy, as his human pet, and thought you were just a source of entertainment for him. but tonight, he finally realizes that it's not you who needs him. it's him who needs you. the idea of you abandoning him and no longer being a constant in his immortal life causes irritation to wash over him; he deems it disgusting and doesn't entertain this line of thought any longer.

fascination fills his eyes upon noticing you stirring around in your sleep, seemingly disturbed by his feathery touches and kisses. he considers cutting his ministrations short, but before he can place you back in your original position on the bed, you wake up and immediately lock eyes with him.

"y/n, you're awake." amaimon deems it necessary to state the obvious out loud with his childish, yet somehow monotone voice. despite him owlishly staring at you, his claws carefully prop you up. he doesn't allow you to get up, leaving you trapped between his legs.

you blink up at him, dazed and drowsy, rubbing at your eyes. "amaimon... what are you doing?" you croak out and gesture towards the position he has you in, pretty sure you didn't go to bed like this.

amaimon remains unfazed and continues to stroke your skin, drawing patterns with his claws. "well, i was in the middle of kissing you. is that bad?" he questions, though you can't pinpoint any actual remorse.

you rack your brain for any reason the demon king of earth would have in order for him to kiss you and hold you so close to him. you're aware of his detestation and loathing of anything human and, at times, you've wondered what he felt towards you, as well. however, you've always lacked the courage to straightforwardly ask him, fearing the truth.

you connect amaimon with warm evenings and the scent of nature. to you, he's a thistle. sharp thorns that keep you at an arm's length, away from the danger of prickling your finger and drawing blood, yet still allowing you to admire him from afar.

"why?" you whisper and can't even be bothered to hide your surprise when he leans down in order to properly connect his lips with yours. your eyes widen, stunned by the gesture before completely melting into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder and reciprocating the feverish, fervent thirst for more.

amaimon has come a long way. from hating your guts due to your persistence to craving you every hour of the day. from wanting to eradicate you to studying everything about you.

you're the first human to enamour him, to entrance him. he doesn't think anyone else will ever duplicate the feelings, which you ignite in him with a single smile.

the smile that he's staring at in this current moment. the only smile which he wants to see for all of eternity. you're his carnation, after all.

it's not complicated for him to realize it's all because he's fallen in love with you.

[zappedbyzabka]

Happy Birthday to the accomplished adorable man that is Ralph Macchio!