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[midnightsun-if]

There’s no way I can pass up, “i’m gonna remind them you’re mine” for my girl Scarlett please 🙏

You don’t know how you keep getting dragged into these things…

Sure, in the light of day, Aurelian Academy was the picture perfect institute for higher learning and a practical hub for possible connections within the supernatural, and even sometimes human, world, but at night? When the enchanted lights dimmed, when the professors turned in for the night in their wing, and the moon rose above the shimmering lake that made its home on Aurelian’s campus?

That’s when the real fun, as you’ve been told, begins. Parties, secret meetings, illicit affairs, and more all occurred under the cover of night within Aurelian, and you just happened to have been pulled into once such event— a party that Blake hadn’t stopped gushing about since he heard of it: It’s supposed to be the biggest party of the year! How could I possibly miss it? And, since you’re my best friend, I’ll need you by side when I attend. It won’t be as fun without you.

The fact that it’s barely into the second semester didn’t seem to matter to Blake in the slightest.

Seriously, who thought it’d be a good idea for both sirens and succubi to be housed in the same dorm? That’s only a recipe for disaster— added to the fact that the incubi dorm was a relatively short distance away, and you have a whole slew of potentially bad ideas.

Though nothing bad as my idea of actually attending, you gripe, hand tightening around the flimsy plastic solo cup, sloshing an almost luminescent blue drink over the brim. Blake has been lost in the sea of people, I’m not even sure what time it is, and I think I’m going to go deaf if this music doesn’t shift gears soon.

All in all? You weren’t having the best of times. Not that you minded parties, you’ve been to quite a few in your time, but this sort of thing hadn’t ever really been your scene. The air, intermingled with a variety of scents, is almost cloying in your nostrils, the beat of the bass thrumming your ear, and it’s only due to the privacy wards that you haven’t completely keeled over due to the sound. Your only saving grace is the fact that your girlfriend had agreed to come save you after a certain amount of time.

Getting the chance to see Scarlett, even if it’s in a throng of gyrating bodies and a dimly lit room, she’ll definitely be a sight for sore eyes. You just have to hold out long enough for her to arrive. And she’ll hopefully take me back to her room, you muse, taking a sip over the surprisingly sweet concoction in your cup. Which will lead to the actually exciting part of my night.

For now? You’re content with sticking to the sides of the party, the shadows wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, as you waited for your emerald green eyed savior to arrive.

“You’re not having fun are you?” The sudden voice causes you to flinch in surprise. Your attention immediately settling on the form of Isabel, an occupant of this very dorm, who had a charming smile stretched across full lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so miserable at one of these things.”

You shift. “I’m not miserable,” you reply, not wanting to seem rude. “This just isn’t usually something I go to.”

Isabel hums, amber eyes sparkling. “I can see that.” She tilts her head, slowly appraising you in a way that immediately sends alarm bells ringing in your head. “I can say, with quite a bit of certainty, that you haven’t ever been to one of my parties before?”

She’s right.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I’d remember someone as beautiful as you attending,” she purrs, leaning closer, locks of raven black hair falling over her shoulder. “None of my sisters, or myself, have been able to take our eyes off you since you arrived with that incubus.”

Sisters. The realization hits you instantly. You’ve completely forgotten that Isabel was a Siren, a species that always traveled in pods, a group that grew as close as family. Who also happened to make a game out of who could get the most valuable prize by the end of their hunts. How do I keep getting into these situations?

Isabel’s smile only grows. “I must admit I’m surprised none of them have snatched you up yet.” Her hand trails down your arm, before you’re able to jerk it away. Something she doesn’t seem to take offense by. “It’s possible they’re too shy to.” She tilts her head, eyes flashing carnally. “Pity. But it only means more of you for myself.”

“Look I have a—”

“She’s already spoken for, Laurent.” A sharp voice interrupts your rebuttal, accent thicker than usual due to the agitation you detect laced within her tone. “You’ll have to take your games elsewhere.”

Isabel’s entire countenance shifts as your girlfriend finally comes into focus— Scarlett. Your eyes rove over her form, clad simply in a red-laced corset top, paired with a belt and tailored black pants, as well as her signature heels, she looks every part of the unflinching conquerer that roams the halls during the day. Not a single strand of dark auburn hair out of place, emerald eyes narrowed into slits as she takes a protective stance next to you, the only sign of her anger being the slightest clench of her jaw. Something anyone that wasn’t you could, and would, miss.

“Wasn’t aware she was yours, Voltaire.” The siren holds up her hands, clearly not wanting to get into an altercation with your girlfriend. “Maybe you shouldn’t let her wander off alone without you.”

Scarlett’s brow arches, an imperious look etched across her face. “I’d take that into consideration if your opinion mattered in the slightest to me.” She waves her hand, a flippant gesture of dismissal if you’ve ever seen one, and drawls. “Run along now. I do believe your time in our presence has run its course. No need to insist upon a place that doesn’t want nor need you.”

Amber eyes flash dangerously but she wisely keeps her mouth shut, giving you one last look, Isabel turns and disappears back into the throng of bodies, no doubt heading over to her sisters that stood near the open bar.

A gentle touch to your cheek pulls your focus towards Scarlett’s face, a bit more emotion now showcased— if the slightest downturn of her lips, and the darkened state of her gaze, was anything to go by.

“Why did you entertain her for so long, my heart?” It’s asked softly, no accusation in her tone. A question borne purely out of curiosity.

You rub the back of your neck. “I panicked and sort of froze.”

Scarlett’s eyes narrow at that. “Did she do anything to you?” A darkened gaze, that flashes obsidian, turns to look back at the room, in the direction that Isabel had disappear off to. “If she did all you have to do is tell me and I’ll handle it.”

“Honestly, I didn’t realize what was happening until it actually happened.” You shake your head, taking Scarlett’s hand, that had limply fallen back to her side, in a gentle hold. “She caught me when I was thinking of a fairly distracting topic.”

“Oh?” Dark auburn hair falls over Scarlett’s shoulder, reminiscent of Isabel’s earlier action, but somehow more elegant, and your girlfriend’s gaze darkens for an entirely different reason, the obsidian black telling of a completely different hunger. “And what would that be?”

Stepping closer, you wrap around arms loosely around Scarlett’s neck, tugging her closer until her body is flushed with yours. “You.” A satisfied purr rumbles out of Scarlett. Her head titling into the gentle touch of your fingers running through her hair. “Out of pure curiosity what were you going to do?” At her raised brow, you elaborate. “You said you would have handled it. How?”

There’s a beat of silence, wherein only the party surrounding you both intercepts it, but when Scarlett offers you a sultry smirk, you immediately felt the familiar swoop in your gut, heat building between you both. It’s of no surprise when Scarlett leans closer and places a hard kiss to your lips— somehow making it deep, passionate in a way that only she could, without ever introducing her tongue. “What would I do, my hear?” She purrs, tugging at your bottom lip with her teeth. “I’d remind them that you’re mine.”

She dips her head, placing an open-mouth kiss to your neck. Clearly delighting in the way you arch against her at the familiar action.

“I suppose I have a different course of action now.” Scarlett steps back, keeping your hands interlaced as she leads you towards the exit, hips swaying in a rhythmic fashion. “Something that’ll be far more rewarding.”

Your breath catches. “And that is?”

“Reminding you that you’re mine.”

[beartitled]

So if Billy's parents became monsters, what happened to Billy's old Henchmaniacs?

The dudes found real jobs

Look at them go 🧑‍💼👷🧑‍⚕️

[candyheartedchy]

Since the anniversary is apparently today and I just started playing the game for the first time the other day, I wanted to draw my two favorite characters from it!

[sainz100]

🏈❤️💙✨ a very small video (with delightful editing!) of Daniel at last Sunday's game | x

[bredforloyalty]

my sister lover / if we shadows / ballroom figured / born on a different cloud / slide away / you know we can't go back / guess god thinks i'm abel / lock all the doors / it's a crime / shout it out loud

[theloveinc]

caitie!! i come to you today with sick question :)

which of the mha daddies would be the most ashamed about fucking daughter!reader? and which ones wouldn’t care ab creaming their girl’s cunt? :3

hello, my love! Happy sick Saturday, it seems🥰 thank you for the question!!

Of all the daddies… I think Daddy Kats is the most ashamed. He has this weird thing going on about his baby’s virginity anyway (wanting to save you for as long as possible, either for himself or…. nah, he knows he’s not giving you away to another man), and I think that transfers over to feelings of guilt and when he does finally give you his cock.

It’s not like it’s that fucking you is that foreign to him, he was always happy to rub your puss and let you mouth at his cock til both of you came, but… it’s different when you’re bent over or tummy to tummy with him and he feels you writhing and mewling beneath him, crying for him to hold you just like he holds you even when his cock is tucked tight in his shorts.

It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful, but it feels… like he didn’t wait long enough before deflowering you? Like he’s robbed you of the pure kind of intimacy you shared with each other before? Like…maybe he’s undeserving of such a sweet girl, and an old bastard like his isn’t worthy of your all?

But then, of course, you’re begging for him to cum inside you and the worries wash away like he washes you in kisses while he leads you both to orgasm. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all, if you love him that much?

(And if the shame comes back up again during your post-coital cuddles, when your pussy is still creamy with his seed, your hand on his tummy, cheeks wet with kiss spit, he has no choice but to distract himself by fucking you again, and again, at least until the guilt comes back another day.)

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Similarly, Daddy Izuku did have a guilt streak, but in my mind, he worked it out the quickest because he has the tightest system of dealing with his baby. Daddy Eiji’s baby is just so docile and willing the guilt has never really come up for him because fucking you has always felt like the right thing to do (he’s even offered to take Daddy Kats girl off his hands for a few days to break her in), and Daddy Sho just gives you whatever you want, which, if that means cock, he’s providing.

[imagionationstation]

Happy Birthday, @phoebepheebsphibs!

Can’t wait to see what joys you bring to the fandom next!

[shodansbabygirl]

SCREAMIN AND HOLLERING AND THROWING ROCKS INTO THE SKY IN A JOYOUS FASHION. Forearm crutch gang rise up (gradually and with careful crutch positioning).

[endlich-allein]

"🙏🏻😎.

When finished this project is just one tattoo, actually it is a large piece of art made of eels on one of the most famous canvases. I love this concept it will just be his Tattoo!

I am eternally grateful that I can be the artist. Because he had the opportunity to search for an artist all over the world for around 40 years. 🙌🏼🙏🏻

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Thanxxx for watching

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Cheers RE 😎🙏🏻" @ randyengelhard

[j00stkl31n]

Fryslan boy ❤️🤍💙

[hottiehiei]

- Slow burn romance with Hiei PART 3 (Final)

Hiei gets a taste of his own medicine…

sfw, gender neutral, angst, fluff

read PART 1 and PART 2 for the full experience!

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei continues to put up a wall, only this time, it’s stronger than ever. Somehow, the accidental confession only caused more tension. He doesn’t give you the cold shoulder like before, but things aren’t quite the same either. Conversations trail off into silence. Body language becomes stiff and closed off. Longing gazes turn empty.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Truthfully, Hiei feels embarrassed— ashamed even. He lost his composure at the sight of your tears. Now, he can’t bring himself to face you without the entire scene playing over in his head. He convinces himself that you’ll be better off with some other human. Someone that won’t make you cry.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The way he sees it, there are more negatives than positives. He’s a demon, a thief, unfit to be with you. He doesn’t know the first thing about love. The very thought of it makes him uneasy. What could he offer you besides trouble?

𓆩⟡𓆪 With all of these doubts floating around in his head, Hiei makes no attempts to rekindle the relationship, and you give up trying. One could only be turned down so many times before finally taking the hint.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Each passing day, you drift further apart. Your memories with Hiei fade into nothing but a distant dream, as if they never happened in the first place. Once friends, almost lovers, now strangers. There was nothing left for you two….

𓆩⟡𓆪 Yet— the minute you stopped giving Hiei attention, he suddenly felt ill.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Despite his avoidance, he looked forward to hearing you speak to him, or at least look in his direction. It was the only thing he could hold on to, a sign that you still cared.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei watched from afar, irritated beyond belief. You would hang around everyone but him, smiling and joking like normal. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you so happy. Surely Kuwabara wasn’t that funny.

𓆩⟡𓆪 To make matters worse, there was no need for Hiei to swoop in and save you anymore. After spending time with Shizuru, you picked up a few self-defense tricks. You were managing just fine without him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 At this point, Hiei is spiraling. How could you move on so effortlessly? When he tried to break away from you, he nearly lost it. Yet here you are, livelier than ever.

𓆩⟡𓆪 It wasn’t long before you felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head. You turned to meet his stare, fully expecting him to look elsewhere before you could catch him. But he didn’t. He wanted you to look at him. Who cares if it was just for a few seconds. He needed to look you in the eye.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei wouldn’t draw attention to himself without good reason. His face remained stoic, but you suspected he was trying to communicate something. Holding his gaze, you waited with bated breath.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He walked away, but not before signaling you to follow with a subtle tilt of his head. Undeterred by his silence, you trailed behind him until no one else was around. Hiei only says one thing.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

𓆩⟡𓆪 After days of not speaking, you would have liked some kind of explanation, but making any demands would shatter this moment. The only thing you can do is read between the lines. It’s unlike Hiei to be indirect. A hint of uncertainty lingers within his gaze. Seeking you out was a huge step, and he needs reassurance.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As long as you are willing to accept him, Hiei will do his best to keep you happy.

You nod to his question.

Hiei is silent for a moment, unsatisfied.

Just as your heart began to sink, he was standing directly in front of you, one hand cradling the side of your face and the other tracing your bottom lip.

"Use your words.”

He spoke so quietly you thought you misheard him, but the word yes came rushing from your mouth before you realized it.

Then he kissed you

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extra:

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei takes on the role as your “boyfriend” without formally asking you. He dislikes the word boyfriend, though. It doesn’t fit his taste. It’s too cutesy and teeny. In his eyes, you are his lover. This relationship is far more serious than your average romance. Hiei is attentive to your needs and knows more about you than he lets on. He would put his life on the line for you without hesitation.

𓆩⟡𓆪 A date with Hiei typically involves relaxing outside. It’s his ideal way of spending quality time with you. Chatting about trivial topics or napping while lying on the grass is perfect for bonding. If you aren’t afraid of heights, he carries you up a tall tree so you can admire the view.

𓆩⟡𓆪 In private, Hiei’s love for you is evident, but he’s still a smart ass. He occasionally pokes fun at you in a lighthearted manner.

𓆩⟡𓆪 His possessiveness jumps to a new level. He can freely interject when someone gets too friendly. No more glaring from a distance. He outrightly threatens anyone who gets too close. “I suggest you get lost or die.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 Everyone will start to assume you two are together— or at least have feelings for each other. Hiei doesn’t bother denying the rumors. If Yusuke or Kuwabara try teasing him, he simply tells them to mind their business. Handling those two is nothing, he’s used to the witty banter. However, they might catch him off guard with a suggestive joke.

[a-cakehound-or-critter-a-day]

8/16/2024 furball pup going "bwuh???"

[candyheartedchy]

@saltynametag I’m obsessed with this concept now!

[sainz100]

❤️🎁🎮

[xluciifer]

HELLO MY LOVELY SINNERS, GUESS WHO DROPPED BY TO SAY HI? THE BIG HONCHO HIMSELF, OF COURSE! ❤️👑

It's been a little bit and I haven't much touched Tumblr or Discord in the time I've been away, other than the fair share of likes I'd drop from time to time. But the other thing I've been distracting myself with to replace writing has been starting to bore me, so I'm crossing my fingers and thinking about coming back soon from my almost month away! Not exactly yet since this coming week will be busy with kiddo appointments.

But I wanted to come on by and say hi, and just that I miss you guys dearly and am thinking of returning to my throne some time soon.

Much, much love! Luci, the King of Hell. 👑❤️

[campingwiththecharmings]

Thoughts on Driver!Jake and RichGirl!Reader, when she goes clubbing with her friends, Jake drops them off, and he waits outside until he can either drive the girls to the next club or home, but later one of reader's friends runs outside, knocking on the car's window. She's panicked and when Jake asks her what's wrong she tells him a huge fight broke out in the club and the girls' group are split up, and some of them are missing, including reader.

Jake's reaction? 👀

(The fight is so huge, it divides the club and reader and some of the girls are on the other side, trying to hide / find a safe place until the police comes or the fight ends.)

Please satisfy my protection kink 🫠

as you wish, milady 😌❤️

(this is not at all beta read, please forgive any typos lol)

WARNINGS: references to violence, drinking, and unwanted advances (allusions to SA).

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The knock on the window startled him, pulling him from his thoughts and back to the present. He turned his head toward the passenger window where the knock had originated, brow furrowing when he sees one of the girls he'd dropped off only an hour or so ago. The look of panic on her face makes Jake's heart jolt in his chest. Without a second thought, he exits the car, meeting the girl's eyes over the top.

"What's wrong?" he asks, calmly making his way over to the girl.

She's terrified, shaking like a leaf in her little black dress and stiletto heels, her hair mussed, eye makeup smudged due to the tears running down her cheeks.

"There's a fight," she pants, trying to catch her breath. "Inside the club. I've never seen anything like it, it was crazy--"

"Where's everyone else," Jake demands, his tone gentle yet firm.

She swallows, still trying to control her breathing. Sympathy rushes through him and he puts a comforting hand on her arm. She smiles tremulously, seemingly appreciating this gesture and takes a deep breath.

"We got separated," she rasps, her voice thick with unshed tears.

Jake nods in understanding, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shaking form. He deposits her in the back seat with instructions to stay there and open the door for no one but them. Then he's jogging up the sidewalk to the door of the club, his only thought of you---he had to find you.

It's chaos when he makes it inside, the girl hadn't been kidding. There are small pockets of people fighting in almost every corner of the room, but in the center, he sees a mass---at least 15 people (mostly men, as far as he can tell in the dim light) are crowded on the small dance floor. The cacophony of shouts and screams and breaking glass make him wince as his eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of you. He tries not to panic when he finds none, instead choosing to focus on how to get across the fray keeping him from you.

Hugging the wall, he pushes his way into the mass of bodies, doing his best to keep himself out of the way (though, he does end up having to break up one of the smaller fights on the way). He runs into a few of your friends once he makes it to the other side of the club. They don't know where you are and he tries not to give into the panic tightening in his chest. After instructing them to lay low, he resumes his trek, making his way through the sea of writhing bodies.

It's so dark, he wishes someone would turn on the lights. Where was security anyway? Where was the manager? The owner even? How could they sit back and do nothing to stop what was happening under their own roof. Anger overtakes his worry, and he uses it, pushing the riffraff out of the way as he slowly moves across the dance floor.

He finally finds you near the back hallway, cornered by a ratty-looking man who towered over you, basically pinning you against the wall. Rage roared through him at the sight, at the way you pushed yourself against the wall, at the way your eyes darted around, looking for any routes of escape, at the way the man's hands reached for you.

He makes it to you just as the man is leaning in, dragging his nose up your exposed neck and breathing deeply. Your eyes meet his over the man's head and the fear in them ignites a wildfire in his gut.

Jake wastes no time, grabbing the back the of the man's jacket and pulling him off of you. He pushes him against a neighboring wall, pinning him to it much like he had done to you.

"Not so fun when you're on the receiving end, eh, pendejo?" he growls, his forearm braced against the man's chest.

The man stutters, bravado all but gone as he tries to extricate himself from Jake's grasp.

"Look, man, I was just trying to help her," he tries to explain, eyes flicking to where you're now slumped against the wall.

Jake's jaw tightens, nostrils flaring as he exhales slowly.

"Oh yeah?" He counters, his eyes wild as he leans in even closer. "How was shoving your face in her neck helping her exactly?"

"She--she wanted me to, she told me," he sputters, the lie obvious.

"You think I'm stupid, hermano?" Jake snarls, pushing the man against the wall even more, his arm against his neck.

The man's eyes fill with terror Jake pushes against his windpipe, his breaths wheezing. "I---"

"I should kill you right here, right now for even thinking about touching her," Jake interrupts, his voice a low growl.

The sound of your voice pulls him back, back from his blinding rage, back to the larger situation at hand.

"Please," the man gasps, his eyes turning hazy with the lack of air.

Jake watches the man struggle then pass out, his eyes rolling back in his head. He releases him, shooting him one last glare as his body drops to the floor before he turns back to where you're still leaning against the wall. He wraps you in his arms without hesitation, pulling you against his chest, his arms strong. The solidity of his body is comforting and you can't help but melt into him, your fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Jake's words are swallowed by the noise around you, but the familiarity of his voice, the rumble of it in his chest, is comforting all the same.

Just as you make it outside to safety, a squadron of police cars pulls into the lot.

Better late than never, you guessed.

Knowing your friends are still inside, you wait, Jake's arm over your shoulders keeping you steady, from falling apart completely. Hours later, once everyone is safe and any questioning is done, you turn to him, exhausted, and ask him to take you home.

He obliges, of course, making sure to drop your friends off along the way.

By the time you make it back to your penthouse, it's after 5 a.m., the rays of the morning sun just starting to peek over the horizon. Jake walks you upstairs, his hand clasped in yours so tightly, like you're afraid he'll disappear if you let him go.

"Stay with me?" you ask him as you both step into the foyer, your voice soft, vulnerable even.

He nods, his gaze is gentle as he steps toward you and wraps you in his arms again.

"Of course, princesa," he whispers, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back. "Whatever you need."