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beels-burger-babe · 9 months

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Heatwave Drabble

MC: God, how is it so fucking hot down here? Solomon: It's the Devildom. What did you expect? MC: I dunno! Maybe an ice tundra or some normal boring weather not a melt your skin off heatwave! Solomon: There's not much I can do to help you there, MC. What would you want- *Spots Simeon and Luke grooming their wings in the other room. Glances at each other* *10 minutes later* Simeon: You know, this isn't at all the appropriate use for our wings. MC: *Sighs, happily getting fanned by massive angel wings and being given an ice coffee from Luke* Does that mean you're going to stop? *Pouts* It's fine if you do. It's just- I've felt like I was dying all day and your wings is the only way I've been able to cool down. Luke: *Immediately falls for it* Don't worry MC! We're not going any where! Faster Simeon! Simeon: *Sighs and picks up speed* Solomon: *Cackles and cheers his glass against MC's* You, my friend are a diabolical genius. MC: I try.

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livingproofoftbd · 5 months

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has anyone made this connection yet because i just realized it and completely froze for like 10 solid seconds

so in paranoid, the start of the second verse is “drafting at 2 am, those texts i never send” right?

in Heat Waves (fanfic), doesnt dream draft a whole bunch of messages to george that he never sends (until yknow)?

it’s a long shot, just something that i noticed that i’m gonna spend the rest of the night thinking about

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whatwooshkai · 2 months

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ANGST

couldn't get this scenario out of my head. ended up being really long so I stuck it under the cut.

Heatwave's yelling, but Quint can't hear a word he says.

It's already been too long of a day, and it's barely noon- Baz had an episode this morning, Saint knocked over the tar, and Quicksilver fried the power grid again.

And now Heatwave's here, clearly in a shitty mood, and making it Quint's problem.

He's just a kid, he tells himself, lightly patting his thighs in an attempt to ground himself. He needs you. You've just gotta support him.

How am I supposed to support him if I can't even look at him?

Quint reaches out and grabs Heatwave's shoulder, holding him an arm's length away. He can feel the kid's too-fast sparkbeat thrum angrily through his frame, can feel the reverberations of his shouting. He still can't understand a word.

Vent in, vent out. Quint doesn't say anything, just leans a little more of his weight against Heatwave. What the hell am I doing? Why can't I-

Oh. Heatwave's hitting him now, whacking oddly thrown punches against his hip and torso. I taught him proper form, didn't I? He must be really upset.

Ooh, that one actually hurt. Shit. Just. Do. SOMETHING!

"Will you-" Bang. "-just-" Bang. "-fucking-" Bang. "-look at me!"

Something feels like it snaps. Or maybe it doesn't. Either way, it feels like Quint is underwater when he obeys the request, slow moving through a heavy-gravitational atmosphere. Lethargic. Delayed. Wrong.

There, leaning against him, attacking and looking for a fight, is himself. Smaller, younger, Quint. A mech who made so many mistakes, did so many things wrong, and yet. And yet who had the audacity to treat the world like it had hurt him. A mech he hated.

He stares down at himself, still shouting, hitting, crying out for attention, and says the thing he wishes someone had said to him thousands of years ago.

"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?"

Something about all this clicks in his processor the second the ladder slips past his digit-tips, that he can't possibly be seeing himself. He's never been prone to hallucinations, and there's no physical aspect to that, is there-

Heatwave. Holy fuck, HEATWAVE.

It's like his optics blink back on- the florescent lighting of the training room floods his vision as he cycles his optics, once, twice, three times. His servos are shaking. He thinks he might purge at the sight on front of him.

Heatwave, trapped against the wall. There's a ladder, one of Quint's ladders, parallel to the floor, buried deep in the wall, trapping Heatwave's neck in. The glass of his windshield is smashed with the metal around it dented. Blood drips off the sharp edges.

He's used that move before. Smacking someone with a ladder then trapping them with it.

He could've killed him.

"Are you okay?" Quint's voice comes out staticy, and the ladder shivers under his servos, shaking violently. "Are you- oh, Primus, you're not, I-"

Heatwave's looking at him strangely. "You have to teach me that move," he says softly, awed, but there's a slight shake to his voice. He's in pain. Scared. His field isn't hiding shit.

Quint tucks the ladder back into his frame, crouching. "Yeah. Yeah, I can teach you." He offers a servo to Heatwave. After a moment of hesitation, he takes it, and Quint yanks him into a hug, careful of his chassis.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Or scare you. I'm sorry. Primus, I'm so- you're hurt. You're bleeding. Let me fix it."

Heatwave's quiet and stiff in his arms, but he tentatively returns the hug. "Yeah. I kind of... can't walk around like this."

"Right," Quint mumbles.

"I'm not scared of you," Heatwave says, voice a little stronger now. "I've had worse."

"You shouldn't be scared," Quint assures, then quieter, he adds, "you're not me."

The slight pulse of his field makes Quint wonder if he understands. He hopes he does. He doesn't want to have to say it.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers oc #tf oc #tf quint #tfrb heatwave #transformers rescue bots #woosh ocs #writing #drabble #long post

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figitorynonsense · 1 year

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rb drabble

totally not self-indulgent 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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The mine rocked hard, nearly thrashing the rescue bots to the ground. Optimus transformed his servo into a blaster, hovering the other servo guarding the rescue bots. High Tide on the other side edging closer to Blurr and Salvage, in a battle stance.

The familiar sound of ammunition soaring through the air and blasters charging exploded through the air, the rescue bots clearly confused — hopefully not scared.

Optimus charged his blasters as the thinnest glance of purple glossed his point of view. The ‘con must have heard it, appearing suddenly and aiming for Optimus.

But before the prime could react and shoot the vehicon. Plasma rocketed through the air and missed him, narrowly missing blades…

and crashing into Heatwave, whose chassis burned with the unfamiliar impact.

He stared for a nanoklik in shock before the feeling of rage slowly creeped up his frame. Clenching his denta.

If that’s how’d they play, he’d make sure none climbed out of this cave online.

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father figure hightide and optimus 😲😲

i may do aftermath 🤭

#fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #rb heatwave #tf rescue bots #blades rescue bots #rescue bots #transformers #transformers fanfiction #optimus prime #optimus #father figure optimus !!!!!!#Hightide #blades #tfrb blades #tfrb heatwave #vehicons #tfp #crossover (kind of)

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zazter-den · 7 months

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Captain Kirishima meeting Reader for the first time is just gonna be that gif of the big dog sniffing the tiny kitten, and the small spitfire losing it's shit.

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#Sorry for the delay in the first chapter of stained glass!#had to pick up a few extra shifts due the heatwave maxing my electric bill #stained glass circumstances series #zaz drabbles #minors dni

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chryblossomjjk · 1 year

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Yahh i think pegging be perfect for practice!jk hihi he seem so confident and dominant always.

I’d like to see him sob sob sob 🤭

BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME HE WOULD CRY FRIEND

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alondradina · 9 months

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Done for the 20+ Discord's monthly drabble prompt: heatwave.

Fandom: Harry Potter (Modern day, non magic, college roommate AU)

Characters: Tom Riddle & Harry Potter

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Harry lay on the bathroom floor — soaked in sweat despite stripping down to his boxers — curled around the undersized vent. The cool tile helped some, and periodically he would run some cold water onto a rag and drape it across himself. The forecast promised rain, but the heatwave hadn't broken.

"Are you a prune yet?" He griped towards the bathtub.

Tom grunted in reply, and sent a splash of cool water over the edge. It dribbled along the grouting only to stop inches away from Harry.

"You're going to ruin the floor."

Another grunt.

"Think it'll actually rain?"

"It better."

#drabble #prompt fic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #tom riddle #alternate universe #college roommates #heatwave

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰

Heatwave.

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x

my other jax fic.

Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing

Word Count - 890

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You can't watch him struggle any longer.

Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.

You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.

"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.

He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.

"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.

"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You want to? Thought you liked it long."

"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."

He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.

"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.

You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.

Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.

You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.

His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.

"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.

His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.

"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."

He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me, Jax."

"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"

To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.

"Yes, Jax. Please."

You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.

"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."

How can he say no to that?

He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.

"Fuck, darlin'."

"Shit, Jax. Please."

You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.

"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.

He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.

Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.

"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.

"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.

"Good."

"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."

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gyqru · 4 months

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CHERRY RED POPSICLES — ethan landry [drabble]

ethan wasn't lying when he said he was a virgin, an embarrassing fact he exposed in front of everyone out of impulse. though this wasn’t much of a shock to you considering he acted like, well, like a virgin.

you could name many instances where ethan’s gaze lingered too long. the night at the frat party when you wore a short dress that barely covered anything, you could see his eyes flick down to your cleavage. ethan's face was burning bright red as he watched the slight jiggle of your breasts as you swayed to the loud music.

or that time when you came over to their dorm during a heatwave. your air conditioning wasn't working, thanks to your landlord not fixing it after many complaints. so, you called chad and asked if you could come over, explaining what happened. chad, being a good friend, let you come over.

both chad and ethan sat in their living room. chad, more comfortable in his skin than ethan, sat on the couch playing video games shirtless in boxer shorts. ethan sat in a white tank top and basketball shorts, lying in front of the fan, trying to cool down. a specific knock on the door alerted chad that you had arrived.

springing up, he quickly paused the game he was playing and went to open the door for you. greeting you quickly, he let you in, leading you to the living room, where they had every fan they owned on full blast. basking in the sudden change of temperature, you let out a sound of pleasure, closing your eyes and soaking in the cold air. ethan shifted on the couch and stared at you.

your face flushed from the heat, sweat glistening on your forehead, causing the loose baby hairs to stick to your skin. gulping as he continued to ogle you, he noticed what you were wearing. a white cropped baby tee and black spandex shorts left little to his imagination. if he hadn't been staring for so long, he would've missed the fact that you weren't wearing a bra, your stiff nipples poking through the thin material of the baby tee.

“oh my god! i totally forgot i brought some popsicles." your voice interrupted ethan's dirty thoughts. you quickly pulled out three unopened popsicles from your bag, throwing one to chad and giving the other to ethan.

before he could say thank you, you plopped next to him and started getting comfortable, quickly unwrapping the popsicle and popping it in your mouth. ethan let out an audible gulp, shifting awkwardly away from you. he couldn't go far, though, since the couch the two of you sat on wasn't necessarily big.

your thighs expanded twice their original size, and your already short shorts rode up, exposing more of your butt. the side of your thigh was touching ethan's thigh, and your skin was warm and soft. ethan tried so hard not to stare at you as you sucked on the bright red popsicle—the way your lips wrapped around the melting ice, dribbling down your chin onto your exposed chest.

ethan could feel himself hardening in his pants, his face turning as red as the popsicle you continued to suck on. you weren't paying attention to him; you were too engulfed in chad's gameplay to notice ethan basically eyeing you right next to you. you were completely oblivious to the way ethan shifted and placed a pillow over his crotch, his hard-on becoming noticeable in his shorts.

to his demise, chad died and announced that he was going to the bathroom, which left you and ethan alone. you shifted and turned your body to face ethan, bringing your knees up to your chest to fit properly on the couch. still sucking on the flavored ice, you noticed ethan hadn't opened his, completely forgotten by him.

"weren’t feeling a popsicle?” you ask, pulling the popsicle you had out of your mouth with an exaggerated pop. “uh, no, sorry,” ethan replied, staring at your red-stained lips as you swallowed the tip of the popsicle again. the heat and tension made the atmosphere between the two of you suffocating, but you didn't care. you realized that ethan was shifting in his seat, gripping the pillow on his lap, and watching your lips, and you decided to tease him.

dragging the popsicle across your lips, you stick your tongue out and wrap it around the tip of the melting ice. staring into his eyes as you continue to “eat” your popsicle. somehow, he got more flustered, his face turning redder than before. his curly hair was messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead—fuck, it made him look so good. you couldn't deny you enjoyed making ethan flustered; seeing how he reacted made something inside of you ache.

sucking the popsicle, you thrust it further down your mouth, deep-throating it with ease. this seemed to be the final push for ethan, who stood up abruptly with the pillow clutched to his groin. he swiftly shuffled away, bumping into chad as he came back from the restroom. ethan shot him an apology before shutting himself in his room.

"what the fuck happened?" chad asks as he settles down on his couch, returning to his gaming. "dunno," is all you say, smirking to yourself as you finish up the final bits of your popsicle. chad shrugs you off and starts a new game, dismissing you when you tell him you're going to the bathroom. in reality, you made your way to ethan's room, deciding to finish what you started.

ALICE TALKS 🐰

this was a request, hope i did it justice!! eat up ethan landry fandom!!

#scream.com ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆#gyqru #fanfic #ethan landry #scream 6 #chad meeks martin #ethan landry x female reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader

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ugh-yoongi · 4 months

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hi! hope youre well!! would u mind putting together a taehyung rec list whenever u have the time? 🥹 happy holidays!

decided to combine these while i have a quick minute! thank you both for asking, hope you find something you enjoy in here. :)

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i know there are a bunch i’ve forgotten (and i feel like i see jimin/tae fics the least these days???), so please reblog and share your own work and your faves!

taehyung x reader

a human touch by @snackhobi

heatwave by @curly-bangtan

too long; didn't read by @fortunexkookie

upstream colour by @honeymoonjin

backseat serenade by @jungkxook

just a taste by @xjoonchildx

let it snow by @suga-kookiemonster

everything by @gukyi (special shoutout to good luck charm tho)

all of @here2bbtstrash's drabbles

jimin x reader

catch your drift by @snackhobi

into the wilderness by @gukyi

the devil in his details by @johobi

warm hands (ice cold heart) by @hobidreams

florezco by @honeymoonjin

red flag by @xjoonchildx

dreamy by @1kook

point of no return by @wwilloww

the shape of your body by @here2bbtstrash

menace by @eoieopda

good for you

as always, member x member fics under the cut!

member x member

taegi/yoonmin: see yoongi recs here

taejoon/minimoni: see namjoon recs here

vhope/jihope: see hoseok recs here

taejin/jinmin: see seokjin recs here

taekook/jikook: see jungkook recs here

you're only brave in the moonlight (vmin)

paint (vmin)

ring the changes (vmin)

you keep me up at night (vmin)

help me hold onto you (vmin)

i will make you whole (vmin)

hooters on peachtree (vmin)

meaner than mean (vmin)

you know i know (vmin)

the only one who makes me (vmin)

you are my bravest everything (vmin)

#jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jimin imagine #taehyung imagine #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #i know i tagged people often so i am SO SORRY if this was annoying #i know i forgot a lot but work calls so i will come back to add more eventually #anyway please read paint #fic rec #jewel answers

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neobomb · 6 months

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give into things i (dont) want to [lee haechan]

bully! (yandere) stalker! Haechan x innocent! church girl!reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Word Count: 1.2k Inspired by this drabble made by @neocentral Warnings: mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, stalking, forcing??, slut shaming, masterbation, choking & breathplay?, hair pulling, manhandling, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Summery: bully!Haechan is secretly in love with you and loves pulling your hair as it feeds into his perverted fantasies. btw, donghyuk is haechan's real name © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

Haechan is hopelessly in love with you, a secret he vowed to take to his grave. However, his misguided attempts to gain your attention had spiraled out of control. What began as innocent teasing morphed into malicious intent. He has gone too far now. There is no going back. Over the years, he subjected you to relentless bullying: mocking you with derogatory names, spreading false rumors, and cornering you against his locker to threaten you. For as long as he had known you, he couldn't recall a single moment when he had treated you kindly.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to..” he loves hearing you plead for forgiveness. Tears welled in your eyes as he pulled your long luscious hair, your eyes looking up at him with an innocence he couldn't ignore.

“A slut like you should know when to keep their dirty mouth shut.” he says, looking down on you. You looked like a mess. A hot mess. You’re on the floor, tears running down your face as heavy breaths left your lungs after the assault. When he goes home, he would picture this exact image of you in his head while mercilessly stroking his dick. He would imagine ramming his dick into you while pulling your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. It was the primary reason he enjoyed pulling your hair during confrontations.

Everyday, he would follow you home after school. It didn't appear unusual since his house was only a few blocks away from yours. You never thought much of it. Each time you entered the safety of your home, you assumed he would just keep going until he reached his own. But oh…how you were wrong.

Haechan would always linger around you at a close proximity. Your bedroom is on the first floor, facing a large oak tree, his favorite hiding spot. Peeking through the leaves, he watches you through your bedroom window. You’re sitting on your bed, reading a book. You look so peaceful. So beautiful. Whenever your hair gets in the way, you tug the strands behind your ears, revealing more of your neckline each time. Occasionally, he would take photographs of you as you undress, showing it to his friends as "evidence" of your supposed slutty behavior, but primarily keeping them for his own twisted satisfaction later on.

Haechan knows better than everyone that you’re anything but a slut. He doesn't even think that you have had your first kiss yet. Over the past year, he's spread rumors about you sleeping with countless older men, intending to dissuade other boys from showing interest in you. In truth, you're a devout church-goer with a deep love for immersing yourself in books and fiction. But still, he loves calling you a slut. The humiliation that marks your face each time he calls you those names does wonders to him.

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An intense heatwave has gripped the town. The scorching sun felt like it was searing your skin as you used a book to fan yourself. This summer break, aside from working at your cousin Kun's restaurant, you hadn't accomplished much. During your shifts, Haechan would consistently appear, each time accompanied by a different girl. What a manwhore, you thought to yourself.

“If you feel as though he is bothering you, I can take his table. Just slice the salmon for me and keep an eye on the fryer.” Jaehyun offers, extending his knife to you. As your fingers lightly touch, a swarm of butterflies stirs in your stomach. You've harbored feelings for Jaehyun for some time. He's tall, amiable, strikingly handsome, and an exceptional chef. He embodied everything you desired in a boyfriend. Though only a few years older, he appeared to have everything figured out.

From a distance, Haechan observed your exchanges with Jaehyun. Not paying any attention to the girl he was on a date with. He took note of your hearty laughter at Jaehyun's jokes and the way your face flushed crimson with every compliment he paid you. Saying Haechan was jealous would be a severe understatement; he was profoundly possessive over you.

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The community you live in organized a grand gathering, and by chance, your parents had offered to host the entire event in your backyard. Such events were never to your liking as you would panic at the social interactions. Worst of all, lee donghyuk was present at the event. You seek refuge in your room, after hours on end, having to endure awkward conversations.

“Why did you cut your hair, Y/N?” Haechan stands in front of your bedroom door. He stared at you intensely, noticing how your hair falls right at your shoulder, revealing your pronounced collarbones. He suspected you might have cut your hair based on the conversation he had overheard between you and Jaehyun a few days ago, where Jaehyun expressed his preference for girls with shoulder length hair. It seemed evident to him that you were attempting to align with Jaehyun's preferences, which angered him greatly. “Yes, why do you care?”

“Is it because you can’t just grab onto it as easily anymore?” The words you just uttered struck him with the realization that you might have uncovered his dirty little secret. He restrained himself from showing any emotion. Keep it cool. Keep it cool. You’re probably just being paranoid, he tells himself “Huh, What a big mouth. Why would you say that?”

“You obviously have something against me. I mean, every day at school, you pull my hair and shove me against your locker," you state, setting your book on the surface of your nightstand. He steps into your room, wearing a deeply unsettling grin, and closes the door behind him.

"Why do you think you can just come into my room, DongHyuck?" You ask sharply, rising swiftly from your bed. You urgently sought an escape from the situation, but Haechan's imposing stature blocked your exit.

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/N.” He gets a rough grip around your neck, pushing you into your bookshelf. Once again, he noticed the familiar panic in your eyes, a sight he disturbingly loves.

“You think I won’t be able to man-handle you just because you cut your hair short. Well, think again.” His grip around your neck gets tighter and tighter. You were no longer registering his words. His words became a distant echo as your mind retreated to a different realm. He has never grabbed onto your neck before. It was certainly a new sight for him, a sight he was going crazy for. The way your hands grab onto his wrist, desperately trying to ease his grip, and the way your eyes almost fall shut by the intensity of the situation. It all turned him on so much.

He gradually loosened his hold on your neck, observing as you gasped for air and color that returned to your face. As you caught your breath, Haechan abruptly pressed his lips against yours. The fervor of the kiss was overwhelming. He bit down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind. His patience has ultimately run out.

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lovebugism · 8 months

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✶ — SUMMER FIC FEST: THE MASTERLIST — ✶

here you will find the entire collection of summer fic fest drabbles, organized by character and theme, for your viewing pleasure. i had a blast spending the summer with you all! let's do it again next year, shall we?

EDDIE MUNSON — ;

✶ billy makes mean!eddie jealous at the pool

✶ you have a crush on your step brother's best friend

✶ eddie comforts his shy clingy gf at a party

✶ eddie comforts his shy gf when she gets homesick

✶ eddie (accidentally) rejects shy!you when you ask him out

✶ eddie loves giving his shy!gf compliments

✶ shy!you sticks up for eddie when jason bothers him

✶ your step brother's best friend sneaks into your bedroom

✶ eddie takes care of his shy!gf when she gets sunstroke

✶ your movie night with eddie doesn't go as planned

✶ your boyfriend hates the beach

✶ you and eddie battle a heatwave

✶ you ride virgin!eddie for the first time (18+)

STEVE HARRINGTON — ;

✶ you love steve's scoops ahoy uniform a little too much (18+)

✶ steve takes his shy gf to the movies after a bad date

✶ steve patches up ditzy!reader while camping

✶ steve buys punchy!reader a bathing suit

✶ punchy!reader is scared to tell steve's friends you're dating

✶ steve comforts you during a storm

✶ shy!you has a hard time adjusting after starcourt

✶ steve and ditzy!you sneak into hawkins community pool

✶ steve, you, and the rest of the gang go to weathertop

✶ steve watches the stars with his mean!gf

✶ steve and his shy gf spend a morning together

✶ steve calls shy!you his lobster when you get sunburnt

✶ steve throws his grumpy gf a surprise party

✶ steve and you fuck in eddie's bathroom (18+)

✶ dad!steve has a choatic summer morning with his girls

✶ steve looks too pretty on vacation (18+)

STEDDIE — ;

✶ you spend a day by the pool with your boys

✶ steve and eddie vs aftercare (18+)

#event masterlist #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader

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sweetercalypso · 4 months

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Unlikely Friends || 1.3k, fluff

Joel and your cat have never gotten along, but maybe they’re more alike than they realize

Bunny Tails || 2.6k, smut

When hunter!Joel finds reader picking flowers outside his cabin, he convinces her to come inside

Sober || 1.8k, smut

When Joel needs a break from reality, he finds the perfect distraction in a QZ dive bar

It Takes Time || 0.6k, fluff

Joel tells reader how Ellie really feels about her

Texas Hold ‘Em || 2.4k, smut

when a heatwave interrupts your lake house vacation, you and dbf!Joel find another way to have some fun

Watch Party || 1.5k, smut

renting a Halloween themed porno turns into a nightmare when poltergeist!Joel crawls out of your tv

What Takes the Edge Off || 2.0k, smut

Now that Joel is living in Jackson, he’s picked up a few bad habits. When he comes home smelling like cigarettes, you punish him for his choice of vices

Watching Joel fuck his fist drabble

dbf!Joel fucking you in the bathroom drabble

Joel defending you when you get catcalled drabble

Joel is in love with Tommy’s girl drabble

Joel loves thick thighs drabble

Admiring Joel by the fire drabble

Decorating the Christmas tree together drabble

Around the Tree (Christmas drabble)

Candlelight (Christmas drabble)

Sherrif!Joel drabble

Single dad!Joel’s dating life drabble

#joel miller #the last of us

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞♡𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 🔞 Masterlist

Who said every omega needs an alpha?

Main Tags/Warnings: Omega!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, Stereotypes, Friends to lovers, Major Fluff, Romance, Slight angst, Dom!Jungkook, protected sex, smut

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Main Work

Short Chapter: Needy

Drabble: Jungkook getting hit on by a female alpha

Short Chapter: Heatwave

Drabble: MC and Jungkook reunion

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

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Heatwave | Frankie Morales x Reader Drabble.

You can't sleep with your furnace of a boyfriend smothering you, but you can't sleep without him either. Warnings: Mention of naked Frankie, implied both reader and Frankie sleep naked, just fluff based on my own sleep issues <3 Un-beta'd - wrote it mostly in bed this morning. 720~ Words

Your skin burns, hot and sticky as you feel the weight of another person draped over you. Most of the time you can just roll him off and strip the sheets off when the weather gets this extreme. But not tonight. Tonight, Frankie will not relinquish you from his catatonic embrace.

Frankie groans softly as he spoons you. His thick fingers splayed across your stomach; broad chest fused to your sweat-slick back. One leg is draped over your hip and its almost blissful. Almost.

But you’re too fucking hot.

“Frankie, baby,” you whine as you try and wriggle from his grip, “Too hot.”

All that seems to elicit is a muffled “hmm” from him as he somehow pulls you in tighter. His scruff tickles your shoulder as he nuzzles his face behind your ear.

Great, now you’re too hot and you’re turned on. There’s no way you can sleep like this.

“Frankie,” you groan as you prise his arm off you, “Need to sleep. I’ve got that meeting with my boss in the morning.”

You know it’s falling on deaf ears, but it makes you feel better, convincing yourself more than him. You slip out from under him after a minute of wrestling his thick thigh from over you.

“Love you baby,” you say softly as you press a gentle kiss to his furrowed brow.

He stirs as he reaches for your now empty spot on the bed, and you can’t help but feel a little guilty. You love him so much, but you can’t sleep like this.

You make your way down the hall and into the spare room. You slip under the fresh sheets of the modest single bed. You think you’re settled, sheet covering your lower half – because lord knows even in a heatwave your feet get cold – and head resting lightly on the pillow.

Ten minutes tick by, then twenty. When you check your phone for the third time it’s only been twenty-five minutes, but you still can’t sleep. You haul yourself back out of bed, cursing the weather as you slip back into your bedroom.

The pale moonlight illuminates Frankie’s sleeping form as he lays on his back. He’s sprawled out in the middle of the mattress, bare to the humid night air where he’s kicked the sheets off in his sleep. You ease yourself back down onto the bed, crawling into the small space left as you hope Frankie will stay where he is.

Your head hits the pillow just as Frankie shifts back onto his side, a sleepy grunt falling from his lips as he reaches for you. His fingertips ghost your burning skin as he scoots closer.

“Frankie,” you groan as you turn to face him, “I need to sleep, please just roll over.”

“But I like holding you,” he protests sleepily as you see his eyes flutter open, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m too hot Frankie, I can’t sleep with you wrapped around me, it’s too much,” you admit with downturned eyes, teeth pinged into your bottom lip and embarrassment and shame curdle in your belly.

“Amor, I’m sorry,” Frankie says with a sigh as he reaches for you, but he stops himself, “I can sleep in the spare room if that helps?”

“No,” you say as you cup his scruffy jaw with both hands, “I tried that, doesn’t feel right without you in bed with me,” you explain as you scrape your fingers through his scruff.

“What can I do?” Frankie asks as he places his hands over your own.

“Stay with me like this?” You ask as you brush your feet against his, “Just touching a little?”

“I can do that, go to sleep mi sol, I love you.”

“I love you too Frankie,” you say with a yawn.

Eventually you both fall asleep, close to touch, but Frankie is sure to keep his distance. He wakes up sometime in the night, with you curled up against his chest, dead to the world. He smirks to himself as he nuzzles the top of your head. Some things never change, and no matter how hot you get, you always crawl right back into his arms. No matter how poorly you sleep.

“Sleep well, amor.”

He whispers against your scalp as his eyes flutter closed.