#summer event

[moonasheschevalier]

bird dad

[fancy-possum]

BEA’S SUMMER EVENT

event info: while I’m on vacation, I can’t help but miss writing for yall.. so this is an excuse for me to keep giving you guys fics, and making sure everyone’s in the summer mood !!

I’ve come up with a lot of ideas already, but would love to hear from you guys if you have ideas! Send a request and specify it’s for the summer event 🩵🧡

DISCO LIGHTS ✔︎

Dick Grayson x Reader

HONEYMOON GLOW

Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader

RED AS A LOBSTER

Jason Todd x Reader

BACKROADS AND HEARTBEATS

Roy Harper x Reader

more to come..

It would mean a lot to me if people reblogged this post! :)

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@imgoinglococrazy

[oikyawa]

𝒪𝒞𝐸𝒜𝒩 𝐵𝐿𝒰𝐸𝒮 & 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𓇼

𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜: a summer inspired event featuring characters from haikyū!!, all fics are themed around the summer season.

release dates: 24th march - may 7th

TODO MONDO VAI PULANDO ! ✓ tōru oikawa

NOUNS & ICE CREAM ✓ tobio kageyama

ACCLIMATING HEARTS ✓ keiji akaashi

NATURE'S KISSES ✓ kita shinsuke

REFRESHING LOVE ✓ kenma kozume

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER ✓ tōru oikawa

O QUE EU QUERO É SAMBAE ✓ kei tsukishima

𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ꒰ either fill out the tagform or leave a comment down below ꒱

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[gxrdenofsin]

Summer Skins #2

[samdeancass]

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Summer Event

Summer Event Masterlist

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The fire crackled quietly in the center of the clearing, sending sparks up into the dark trees overhead. Crickets chirped somewhere deeper in the woods, and the cool night air carried the scent of pine, smoke, and sugar.

You sat on a fallen log with your knees pulled to your chest, turning your marshmallow carefully over the flames. Across from you, Derek sat very still, holding his roasting stick in both hands. He watched the marshmallow with the kind of focus he usually saved for serious situations.

You tried not to laugh. “Most people don’t look that serious making s’mores.”

“I’m making sure it doesn’t burn.”

“It’s a marshmallow, Derek. Not a hostage negotiation.”

His mouth twitched. That was almost a smile.

The rest of the pack had gone back to the cabin nearly an hour ago after someone brought up ghost stories. Usually, you would have followed them, laughing and nudging elbows on the way, but something made you linger by the fire tonight. It was strange for Derek to stay behind with you, especially since he rarely hung back after everyone else left. He never really explained himself anyway. Maybe he was remembering last summer, too, when you both got caught in the storm on a night hike, soaked to the bone, huddled together under one jacket, trying not to laugh as the others searched for you with flashlights. The silence wasn’t awkward. It never was anymore.

You handed him a graham cracker. “You’re on chocolate duty.” He took it with a grunt, firelight flickering across his broad shoulders as he leaned forward. His Henley sleeves were pushed up, showing strong forearms dusted with soot from stacking firewood, and his fingers were smudged as he broke the chocolate bar.

You tried not to stare. You failed a little. Derek noticed, of course. His werewolf senses were just unfair. “You’re burning it,” he said.

“Oh-shit.” You yanked the marshmallow away from the flame, but by the time you pulled it off the stick, the side facing the fire had burned completely black.

“You distracted me.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“You’re literally sitting there looking like that.”

One dark eyebrow lifted. “Like what?”

You opened your mouth, then shut it again immediately. Derek’s smirk deepened, subtle but devastating.

“Oh, now you’re speechless.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

The warmth in his voice felt stronger than the fire. You looked down, pulling your eyes away from him as you peeled the burnt layer off your marshmallow, picking at the sticky shell. Your heart pounded so hard you could hear it.

Being with Derek meant every moment felt important. Every glance, every touch, and every rare smile he gave was just for you. Sometimes, when the rest of the pack was loud and bustling, you remembered the night last spring when Derek found you sitting alone on the porch after a long, heavy day. He had simply handed you a cup of tea, silent and warm beside you beneath the heavy stars, his knee pressed against yours. It was such a small kindness, but in that moment, you felt seen in a way that lingered for weeks. Even now, sitting across the fire from him, the memory curled in your chest, making you ache with a kind of hope you could barely admit aloud.

The truth was, Derek, terrified you a little, not because of who or what he was, but because of the way he made you feel. Sometimes the intensity of being really seen left you unsteady, almost exposed, like he knew things about you you could never say out loud. But it was also excitement, bright and sharp under your skin, the sense that what you felt for him was too big to fit neatly inside you. You wanted to reach out, to close the space between you, and sometimes you were afraid you would. What scared you most wasn’t rejection or what anyone else would think; what scared you was how easy it would be to fall for him completely, and how impossible it would be to ever stop.

He wasn’t good with words, but he was good with you. Sometimes that made things worse. When Derek showed affection, it always felt important, like he meant more than he said. That’s why your mind almost stopped working when, calm and steady, he reached across the fire pit, gently cupped your chin, and leaned in to press his lips softly to yours.

For a moment, all you could feel was the heat of his palm against your skin, the roughness of his thumb tracing along your jaw, and the sudden, breathtaking closeness. Your heart pounded so loud it nearly drowned out the crackle of the fire, your breath catching as his lips found yours; warm, gentle, and somehow grounding and electrifying at the same time. The night air seemed to vanish, leaving only the warmth blooming everywhere he touched you.

The kiss wasn’t rushed at all. Nor could it be described as hesitant. Just warm and steady and unmistakably Derek. The world narrowed to the roughness of his hand warming your jaw, the smoky scent lingering on his shirt, and the soft exhale he let out against your lips, as if he’d been holding back all night. Then he pulled away. He stayed calm as he set the stick back over the coals and started turning another marshmallow with steady hands. He acted as if nothing had happened. You stared at him. Derek calmly rotated his marshmallow over the flames.

Your mouth fell open. “You can’t just kiss me and then go back to roasting marshmallows as if nothing happened.” His eyes flicked up to yours, maddeningly composed. “I can.”

“No, actually, I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“That dramatic, huh?”

“You kissed me like we were in a romance movie, and now you’re acting like we’re discussing the weather.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “The marshmallow still needs work.” You laughed, dragging your hands down your face. “Unbelievable.”

“I think I’m handling this pretty well.”

“You’re insane.”

A beat passed. Then Derek’s expression softened completely. The teasing left his eyes, replaced by something softer that always made your chest ache. “You want me to do it again?” he asked softly. Your brain stopped functioning for a full three seconds. “…Maybe.” One corner of his mouth lifted. This time, when he leaned over the fire toward you, there was no pretending afterwards. The marshmallow caught fire. Neither of you cared.

Later, as the last embers faded and you both walked back toward the cabin, you couldn’t help but wonder how anything would ever feel the same again. You knew the others would notice a shift, or maybe sense it in the way you and Derek looked at each other. Something in the air had changed. You had crossed a line, and though neither of you spoke it aloud, nothing about the pack, or about the two of you, would go back to the way it was.

Tags: @elenavampire21

[n0vazsq]

As long as I'm with you | Jobe Bellingham x Reader

pairing . . . jobe bellingham x gf!reader

summary . . . After a storm washed over your local beach, you and Jobe decide it'd be the perfect place to have a bonfire night, with just the two of you there

request . . . yes! based on this request

word count . . . 1076

warnings . . . none!

prompt . . . "i don't care if it's cheesy, i just want to be with you forever" + bonfire on an empty beach after a storm

alexavia yaps . . . SOO CUTE!!! part of summer event with eve! border by @deltamel !

. . . The white sand under you feet was filled with branches from the heavy wind that washed over the beach earlier, seaweed and jellyfish lying still on the ground.

Jobe walked next to you, picking dry sticks up from the ground for your bonfire, while you carried the foldable chairs and a box of matches. He had a whole lot of brown sticks piled up on his side, using one arm to hold them and the other to scavenge for more.

The sight of him flipping around a tall branch before nodding to himself and adding it to the pile made you try to hold in your laugh, but you still failed miserably. At the sound of your laugher, Jobe stared at you, his face a mix of offense and mock annoyance.

"What're you on about?" He asked before exhaling heavily, as if he was a father sick of his daughter's actions.

You stared at him, still muffling your laugh, and gave him an innocent grin. "Nothing, just looking at you search around for sticks like an excited puppy."

Jobe gasped loudly, putting his hand on his chest as if you've just insulted his entire family. "Oh, you!" He said before he tried to lunge at you, but the pile of sticks weighed him down, causing you to move away more quickly.

"Just wait until we settle down and start the bonfire, I'll make you regret saying that."

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see about that." You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his words, a small smile present on your face.

A slight wind picked up, making you shiver at the cold temperature, a howling noise filling up the empty beach. The clouds ahead were grey, but you and Jobe still continued walking, not giving a mind to the weather.

Finally, you reached a suitable spot that wasn't too far off the edge of the water. Jobe set the sticks down, and you set up the chairs next to each other. The sky had cleared up a bit now, the early signs of the setting sun appearing on the horizon.

You handed him the matches, before sitting down on one of the chairs and sighing, finally resting after a long day of walking. Jobe lit the fire and sat down on the chair next to you, his hand finding yours.

The two of you sat in silence, but it was a comfortable silence, where you didn't have to say anything for it to feel good. You squeezed his hand tighter, leaning your head on his shoulder, the fire in front of you warming the chill surrounding you.

"I don't care if it's cheesy, I just want to be with you forever." Jobe muttered, his words barely audible, he released his hand from yours and instead drawing random shapes on your bicep, his skin hot against your cardigan.

You didn't reply immdeitaely, instead wallowing in the moment, your stature relaxed. "Me too."

He gave a small hum in response, leaning his head on top of yours, his hand remaining on your bicep still, the cool breeze around you calming down as if sensing the importance of the moment.

The only sound left was the melodic rhythm of waves crashing against the shore, washing up seashells higher up in the sand, closer to where you and Jobe sat. Then, an idea flashed though your mind.

Standing up uprubtly, you motioned for him to follow behind you, as you jogged down a little bit further down the sand, to where the seashells have washed up. He stood up, confusion etched on his face, but he still followed you, reaching you in a few steps.

"Look at all the seashells, we can take some home and then we can use them as decorations." You said, grinning widely before pointing at the colourful shells, each with a different shape and patterns.

Jobe gave you a soft smile before stepping forward, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "Whatever you want to do, angel," He whispered into your ear, making a slight flush creep up on your cheeks. "Your wish is my command."

Before you could reply, he released you from his hold and put a hand on your chin, tilting your face around so you could face him. Your faces were millimeteres apart now, lips almost touching.

Then, Jobe leaned in and kissed you softly, his thumb caressing your cheek softly. You melted into the kiss, hands interlocking behind his neck as you held him tighter, his grip now around your waist.

When you pulled back, he stared at you with a loving look before giving you a soft shove, before running away, his loud laughs echoing in the empty space.

"Oh you-" You yelled at him, trying to run in the white sand, your feet sinking with every step, the grains cold against your skin. Despite your mock annoyance, you had a smile on your face as you chased after him, the sounds of your laughing filling the area.

Finally, you caught him, both of you falling the the ground from exhaustion. You laid next to him, hands interlocked despite the back and forth you just had, your sides paining from all the laughing and running.

He turned his head around to face you, the remains of earlier still on his face. "You know, I told you I'd make you regret saying the dog thing."

"I forgot I even said that." You said, rolling your eyes at his behaviour.

"Roll your eyes at me one more time and I'll give you something to roll them at." He 'threatened', making you roll your eyes again.

At that, he pulled you into a deep kiss, catching you off guard. After a few moments, you kissed back, a small smile on your face.

"Told you." Jobe muttered when you pulled back, making you smack him playfully on the chest. He gave you a glare before wrapping his arms around you, trapping you against his body.

You spent the rest of the day like that, watching the sunset in each other's arms, your body flush against his as you laid your head on his chest. He kissed your head softly, muttering a quiet 'I love you' as the last rays of the sun disappeared under the horizon.

I love you too, you thought, his grip wrapping around your body tighter.

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care about anything else."

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[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

CultLeader!Geto x Devotee!Reader Smut | Semi-Public Cult Leader Geto takes advantage of you in the boredom of summer and has his way with you in the main hall.

A big thank you to @unintentionalseductress for hosting this delicious event. Also a HUGE ASS thank you to @ominouslywritinginmyhead for editing. I don't know how to comma. Thank u for saving me I owe you my life.

To all the girls that hate the summer, and loathe the heat. 

The ice cube slowly melted against your heated skin as Geto pushed it down your neck to your shoulder. 

It had just been a few minutes since he’d called you away from the window and watched as you sauntered over to him, sweat dripping down your neck and disappearing into your cleavage, out of his sight. You had been praying for a sign of the promised thunderstorm forecast earlier in the day, but the horizon had been bright as ever and Geto was irritated by the blinding light of the sun. 

The rattling of the overhead AC in the meeting hall, directed at Geto’s back, overpowered the deafening chirping of the cicadas outside. And despite it all, Geto insisted on keeping up appearances: his yukata tied as usual with the gold-green kasaya, his hair still in a half-up, half-down style, you in your silk kimono, unable to disrobe for the much preferred shorts and tank top you wore outside of the official spaces.

“Look at how this ice cube is dripping down you,” Geto whispered into your ear. 

“Geto-sama…” you let out a pleading whine. 

You were all too aware of the cold air hitting your bare thighs and the obscene way your yukata was parted at your waist to accommodate Geto’s hands…and more importantly, his cock. He was already semi-hard when he called you over from the window and ordered you to sit on his lap. And with a little squirming and a couple thrusts, he insisted on you cockwarming him. 

“Geto-sama, anyone can come in and see…” you pleaded again and felt Geto’s cock twitch inside your walls. There were enough people outside; the doors weren’t even locked, and you were splayed out in such a way that any unsuspecting cult member would have an unobstructed view of everything if they decided to enter without warning. 

You shifted in his lap, trying to get comfortable, and Geto pulled at your lowered kimono sleeves, kissing your neck. “Look at you all worried, you little curse. It didn’t seem to bother you when you were shrugging off your kimono to expose all this beautiful skin…” The ice cube was long melted, and Geto fished around in his drink for another to trail all over your exposed neck and shoulders. He slipped his fingers under the layered cloth to find your breast, chilled fingertips pinching your nipples, which swelled despite his chill.

“This was all your doing, little one. You decided to be a bratty little tease. You should have expected the fallout.” 

You thought back to how Geto’s amethyst eyes had darkened as you’d slipped the sleeves of your kimono to allow the cold air to hit your skin directly. It hadn’t been entirely for heat reasons, though. 

“Bounce on my cock.” 

You didn’t dare defy the order. There were some lines even you knew not to cross. Slowly, you began to move, careful not to let him slip out of you. His cock was coated in your slick, making movement easy, while his girth stretched you out with a delicious burn. 

Sounds of your moans and weighted breathing accompanied the AC clatter, spurring Geto on. His hand came up to clasp your asscheek, and he suddenly realised he wanted to see you. 

“Get on your back.” But despite his words, Geto didn’t wait for you to move. He lifted you himself and laid you onto the tatami, attacking your lips in the process. His kiss was fiery and rough, drinking you in like you were the much awaited storm. His hips pounded into you in a fast paced, steady rhythm, and you felt yourself reaching the summit. 

You reached down to your clit and rubbed at the parched bud, bringing yourself to your climax. Geto wasn’t far behind. He emptied into you with a groan and a final thrust. 

You gazed up at him, his neat bun coming loose and strands of dark locks framing his face. A stupid smile graced yours as you watched the little beads of sweat that had formed on his skin. Your heart did a little flip in your chest seeing him grin back, and you pulled his head down to envelope him in a deep kiss. 

A sudden clap of thunder and several loud knocks at the door jerked the both of you out of your dream. You shifted, and Geto got up to sit back in his usual position. You began to rise, but he yanked you back, groaning loudly as you landed on his bulge. 

“Little curse…be gentle with me. I’m not as strong as you to take such a rough pounding…” 

The knocks sounded once again and your cheeks burned. “Suguru…” You dared use his given name. Was he really going to…? “There’s people outside…” 

Geto only laughed. “Well then, let’s let them inside! Enter!”

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[shymoob]

RESIDENT EVIL SUMMER EVENT!!!

Hello everyone! I have been thinking of ways to engage to art/writing community more, and encourage aspiring artists and creators to be more active this summer! I really want to make my page a place where EVERYONE feels included, and can get appreciation and support for their creations.

That’s why I have decided to host a Resident Evil Summer Event! The event will take place this July, and have two prompts a week. Writers and artists alike are encouraged to participate! With summer coming full speed ahead, I encourage ANYONE to take part and show off your creative juices! Now, without further ado, let’s jump to the rules!

RULES:

- There really are no rules! Just be nice and have fun! If you are unsure about something, feel free to DM me, although anything is on the table! NSFW, Dead Dove, anything!

- Oh and this is a Resident Evil event, so as long as it relates to anything within the franchise your good!

- ALSO, no need to do every prompt! This is just for fun, so even if you’re just inspired by one, that’s great!

- If you tag me in one of your creations, you’ll get a guaranteed repost from me. Obviously no pressure to do this, I’m just so excited to see what you all come up with!

PROMPTS:

June 30th - Beach Day ☀️🏖️

July 4th - Firework Celebration 🎆🧨

July 7th - Heat Wave 🥵🔥

July 12th - Melting Ice Cream 🍦🫠

July 14th - Fair/Carnival 🎟️🎠

July 18th - Summer Camp 🏕️🌌

July 21st - Fishing Trip 🎣🐟

July 25th - Road Trip 🚗🏞️

I’m excited for anyone to participate in this! Even if it’s just one day! I appreciate anyone who takes the time. I’m very excited! Let’s have some fun this summer! #RESummerEvent

Special thanks to @writingwisterias , @lilith0fthevalley and @vixassketchbook for helping me bring this idea to life and creating it!

Banner by @writingwisterias

Dividers by @plutism