#LAV YOUR MIND

[rhinocio]

[whirlinglikeaballet]

RANT TIME ‼️‼️‼️

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . KAMO CHOSO — choso thinks he may be addicted to the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, face sitting, hair pulling (choso’s), pet names, questionable characterisation! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! first time writing for choso so i am v sorry in advance <3

you hear choso growl from where he’s pressed underneath you, face shoved between your thighs as you grind down into the steady lav of his tongue. his cheeks and the lower half of his face are slick, soaked with your juices as they drip and pool onto the sheets beneath him.

you feel his fingers flex into the flesh of your hips, pulling you deeper— sure to leave a mark everytime your thighs tighten around his head, like he’d gladly take his last breath from between your legs as he groans.

“shit, keep doing that, princess.” you hear your dark haired lover gasp as he breathes deep before he buries himself back into you. but the low tone of choso’s voice still manages to send vibrations straight through your clit, making your hips twitch with the sudden jolt of pleasure as you press yourself down into his mouth.

your fingers tighten in his hair as you ride him, so greedily as your hole clenches around his tongue and he loves the way you pull at the messy hair style, musing it beneath your touch as you pull at the roots. “so good~ fuck!” you throw your head back at how greedily he devours you, like he’s been starved for eternity— pouring his soul between your folds as it burns through you.

“you know what comes next.” choso moans shakily, his words almost lost between his messy movements as you give him a doe-eyed, glassy look. you whimper when he pulls away momentarily, sliding his slender fingers between your folds before he’s spreading you lewdly and diving back in— slurping and smacking at the taste of you that has his cock twitching between his thighs.

if you were to look behind you, you’d see what your taste does to him— what you do to him as pre-cum gathers around his blunt tip. he pays no mind to it, not when he’s got you straddling him face, too focused on feeling you cream around his tongue.

“you’re gonna cum for me, okay?” he feels sticky, the air in the room heavy as he laps at your clit—he’s flushed from his cheeks to his chest and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over his toned torso but he needs more, messier. his palm comes down heavy against your ass as he sends you deeper into him, squeezing roughly at the skin—but it only allows him to push his tongue even further past your folds to dip into your hole, lewd squelches filling the room as he fucks you with the muscle.

choso feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach, his cock aching for any sort of friction but he’s just so lost in you instead. wrapping his lips around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll the sensitive bud so he can feel you jerk in his hold, his large palms rocking you against his mouth as he groans against you once more.

“right there, ‘m gonna—ah!” you jolt slightly but his strong grip keeps you in place, forbidding you from moving as he holds you above him — fingers squeezing into your skin.

“use me—k-keep going.” he almost growls, his words breathless and needy and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten when you look behind you to watch his own hips twitch at the idea of you cumming on his face, paired with the pressure of you grinding down on tongue.

choso’s movements are almost desperate, your skin feels on fire when the pleasure races through you while you hear his own quiet moans against your cunt— lost between smacks and suckling noises. your thighs tremble either side of him and you babble, your clit knocking against his nose with every buck of your hips as you drag yourself along his mouth, your arousal drenching the sheets below you both.

“that’s it, give it to me, princess.”

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[mysticallystilinski]

Can we get more high stiles content? Also love your work its genuinely makes my day 🫶🫶

faded on the beach

stiles stilinski x fem!reader

content : p n v sexual intercourse, no protection, underage (below 21) intoxication, public sex, slightly experienced stiles stoner

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lying on the blanket, you turned to face stiles as he applied his sunscreen to himself. he began to struggle as his back was the section needing lotion. stiles, baby, do you need help?, you giggled. no — i’m good, he grunted. it was funny to see him struggle at such a simple task.

ignoring his stubbornness, you dug in your bag for your weed. pulling out the blunt, and lighter, you placed both upon the towel. stiles eyes directed to the items on the ground, and slowly moved his eyes from there to yours.

are you thinking what i’m thinking?, he questioned.

you already know it. from then on, you took the blunt in your fingers, and slowly began to rotate it while evenly lighting the end. stiles eyes burned into your body as you burned the fire into the tip. he couldn’t deny it, stiles would fuck you anywhere he would if he could. the swim suit already left an impression on him as soon as you walked out of the house.

hey, y/n, when you’re done with that do you need me to help you with your sunscreen, he smirked. you couldn’t see his demeanor, but practically felt it pulse into you after those words came out of him. “yes stiles, only if you don’t mind”.

the tip was lit, and ready to be smoked. you shifted the weed from your position to your open lips, and took a long rip. it wasn’t your first time getting high, so you knew how much you could handle. stiles, on the other hand, could not really handle his weed.

after taking a few more hits, you handed the wood to stiles. without hesitation, he grabbed it from your fingers and took a puff.

stiles started to cough, all while not being able to handle the sensation in his lungs. god damn’ it, he managed to choke out. you giggled as your breathing started to become staggered. the feeling was a little hazey, but would soon intensify.

do you wanna take another? he offered. you slyly nodded as he passed the blunt back over into your direction. taking another hit, you locked eyes with stiles. an idea popped into your head.

you sat up onto your knees, and motioned for stiles to sit in front of you. stiles gave you a look of confusion before you filled your mouth with smoke and connected your lips together. blowing the smoke into his mouth, he pulled you closer.

stiles inhaled most of the sweet mixture of your lips and the weed, and delved into the kiss. pulling you onto his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, being careful not to drop the blunt. he pulled away to exhale, almost immediately out of breath.

god — you taste so good y/n

you blushed, stiles could make you feel that way with a snap of his fingers. those fingers have made you feel good so many times. let’s make it once more. you tugged upon stiles hair, interlocking your fingers within it with one hand.

you threw the roach upon the ground and placed the other hand on his back. your fingers traced circles, lines, anything you could think of all while he was thinking of fucking you. stiles mind was filled with thoughts of taking you right there on the beach. so why wouldn’t he?

stiles hand made his way from your back, to the hem of your swim suit bottoms. sti, stop teasing please, you groaned out. your head was already pounding with thoughts and waves of pleasure. you felt stiles long fingers make his way under the lace of the fabric, and quickly find your throbbing clit.

he didn’t hesitate.

the boy began to slowly rub his way through your folds, finding all the perfect spots in all the right places. you couldn’t tell if it was the intoxication, or just his fingers that made it this pleasurable. does it feel good? he slurred. you moaned out in a giggly response, giving a quick answer.

while delving through your folds, stiles took his other hand and brought it upon your chin. look at me baby. his eyes were low, and so were yours. it almost seemed as though they were glowing a passionate red. seeing the expression from your pleasure made stiles smirk. he got horny quickly, a bulge appearing through his swim trunks.

you know, you make me feel so good y/n, stiles groaned as he stuck a finger into you. blissfully aware, this caused your high to heighten. your mind was boggling from the fingers deep inside your pussy, plus the weed making it’s way into your system. please just fuck me already stiles.

stiles thought you looked so cute begging for his cock right then and there. you couldn’t tell from your eyes being closed in pleasure, but stiles was staring at every inch of you. your clothed tits, your beautiful body, your gorgeous face. he loved absolutely everything about you.

sticking another finger in you, stiles began to go faster as you continued begging him to fuck you. please, please, please, you repeatedly whimpered. abruptly, stiles removed both fingers from your soaked heat. tilting your head in confusion, you were about to protest until you saw stiles pumping his cock through his shorts.

baby — can i help you with that?, you pleaded. stiles eyes met yours as he slowly tilted his head back with his mouth open. incoherent moans slipped out of his mouth just before you decided to help him out. you moved closer to him, and pulled the slip of your bottoms off to the side.

aligning yourself with his dick, you slowly lowered down. a gasp came out from both of your mouths. stiles was still inaudible as the high kicked up a notch, and you couldn’t believe the blissful feeling. stiles was making you so slap-happy to the point of no return.

stiles grabbed the sides of your hips with his hands. knuckles white, he bounced you up and down on his cock. it was a mutual feeling of success and attraction. you couldn’t get enough of eachother. your eyes flickered from the back of your head, to make contact with his. to your surprise, he was already staring at you.

mouth open, heavy breathing, stiles was a moaning mess. the way you clenched around his cock made him closer than he ever was before. he was as deep as he could get, trying to fit all of himself inside of you. he swore he could see stars floating around your body – or maybe that was just the drugs.

i’m gonna cum stiles, you whimpered. his eyes pierced almost into your skull as you said those words. igniting a flame inside him, he proceeded to go deeper and faster. not to mention the pleasure on his end was incredible. he felt a wetness quickly approaching his covered cock as you covered your mouth to stifle your moans.

let me hear you princess.

you cried louder and louder. your eyes felt heavy as he practically pounded into you. you felt him release shortly after your orgasm was finished. streams of cum filled inside your pussy. feeling filled to the brim, you got off of stiles in a stupor.

your high slowly faded as you were placed on the blanket by stiles. he covered you up with a clean towel, and proceeded to start to pack up. stopping in his tracks, he asked:

so – do you still need that sunscreen put on?

[loupy-mongoose]

In-universe it is early November

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The little Mewtwo floated sadly into the busy heart of Mr. Fuji's house. She could hear her parents chattering, and the clatter of dishes. A shrill squeal sounded from Momo. Despite the lingering mood of her night meeting, Lav couldn't fight a slight smile as her dad gently reprimanded the little pink Mew.

As she approached her parents, Akoya caught her eye and gave her a soft smile herself. Good morning, Lav.

Morning...

She tried to ignore her dad's eyes boring into her.

Rough sleep?

The pale purple feline gave him a side look, unable to meet his eyes. ...Kinda...

She didn't want to admit how much Nico's avoidance hurt her.

Still not able to connect with Nico?

She couldn't stop herself from locking eyes with him this time. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Randy's blue eyes were shimmering with sympathy.

Sympathy that felt misplaced.

She looked away, and wrapped her arms around herself. Her dad stood up from his seat at the table and stepped toward her, taking her into his own arms.

I just wanna say I'm sorry... Tears filled Lavender's eyes. I don't care if he accepts it or not... I just want him to know I didn't mean it...

Randy held her close and rubbed her shoulder. He sighed, but didn't seem to know what to say.

Then she caught a feeling from him--something nagging in his mind that he didn't want to say out loud.

She took a breath and looked up at him. What?

He flinched as if upset about getting caught. But he didn't try to pretend it hadn't happened. He sighed again. Lav... We... We need to think about going back home soon...

Somehow, hearing that didn't surprise her. They'd been here for a long time, now. The shiny trio could only care for the house for so long by themselves.

I know...

He gave her a squeeze. I'm sorry, Hon...

Lav felt another pang of guilt, struggling to conceal it from her family. It's not your fault...

Her father's response was firm, but filled with warmth.

It's not yours either.

Ah.

He'd caught it.

She let his words tumble in her mind, trying to convince herself he was right. She sighed, and pushed away from him. Thanks, Dad... She looked toward the front door. I'm gonna go for a walk... I just... want some time to think...

Randy gave her a gentle rub on the head. Okay. Hope it's a good one. He then gave her a small kiss. Do remember, though, you can always talk to us if you need to, Lav. We love you.

Lav smiled at him, feeling the deep truth of that statement. Love you too, Dad. She transformed into her human form and hugged him. I'll talk to you later.

:>

[theodorenmyth]

Mattheo who has an introverted! Boyfriend, but when r is drunk they turn into a different person who is bold asf to just say shit and mattheo is just like “holy shit”

Bold Booze

Pairings ; Mattheo Riddle x M!Reader

Summary ; At a Slytherin party, you watch from the sidelines as Mattheo Riddle enjoys the festivities. When he convinces you to try firewhisky, the alcohol unlocks a bold side of you, leading to teasing and passionate moments with Mattheo. The night is filled with intense desire and stolen touches, and by morning, you wake up with the aftermath of your fiery escapades. Reflecting on the unexpected boldness from the firewhisky, you realize it's a night Mattheo will relish and remind you of for a long time.

A/N ; I LAV LAVVV THIS REWUEST 😻😻😻

warnings); slight smut, mentions of alcohol, bite marks

Word count ; 1k

You sit quietly in the corner of the Slytherin common room, nursing a butterbeer and observing the raucous party around you. Your boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle, is the center of attention as always, laughing and talking with his friends. You don’t mind, really. The noise and chaos of the party are a bit overwhelming, and you’re content to stay in your little corner, watching Mattheo from afar.

He catches your eye and smiles, making his way over to you. “Hey, love. Why don’t you join us?”

You shake your head, smiling shyly. “I’m good here, Mattheo.”

Mattheo sits beside you, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “How about a drink? Something stronger than butterbeer?”

You hesitate, but the warm, inviting look in his eyes makes you relent. “Alright, one drink.”

Mattheo returns with two glasses of firewhisky, handing one to you. “Cheers,” he says, clinking his glass against yours.

You take a tentative sip, the liquid burning its way down your throat. You cough slightly, but Mattheo’s encouraging smile makes you take another sip. Before long, the glass is empty, and Mattheo hands you another.

As the firewhisky works its way through your system, you start to feel more relaxed. The noise of the party fades into the background, and a new, bold feeling rises within you. You catch Mattheo’s eye, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Matty,” you say, your voice low and husky. “Come here.”

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden change in demeanor. He leans in, and you whisper in his ear, “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

His eyes widen in surprise, a flush creeping up his neck. “Y/N, are you drunk?”

“Maybe,” you reply with a mischievous grin. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re driving me crazy.”

Mattheo chuckles, his hand resting on your thigh. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

You lean closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Mattheo’s eyes darken with desire, but he tries to maintain his composure. “Maybe we should get you some water.”

You shake your head, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. “I don’t want water. I want you.”

He looks around, noting the curious glances from his friends. “You’re going to make a scene, love.”

You smirk, enjoying the way his breath hitches as you trail your fingers up his chest. “Isn’t that what you like? Being the center of attention?”

Mattheo bites his lip, clearly torn between his desire and his need to keep up appearances. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

You lean in, your lips brushing against his. “I like living dangerously.”

The rest of the night is a blur of teasing whispers and stolen touches. You can see the effect you’re having on Mattheo, the way his breath hitches and his eyes darken with desire. You revel in it, pushing the boundaries further with each passing minute.

“Matty,” you purr, your lips ghosting over his neck. “Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Mattheo grabs your hand, practically dragging you up the stairs to his dormitory. As soon as the door closes behind you, his lips are on yours, hungry and demanding. You respond with equal fervor, your hands roaming over his body, tugging at his clothes. “I need you,” you whisper against his lips. “Now.”

Mattheo growls low in his throat, lifting you and tossing you onto the bed. “You’re going to regret teasing me all night,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

You shiver at his words, anticipation coursing through you. “I doubt that,” you challenge, your eyes glinting with mischief.

The night continues with an intensity you’ve never experienced before. Mattheo’s hands and lips explore every inch of your body, and you respond with equal fervor. The boundaries between you blur, and all that exists is the fire between you, burning hotter and brighter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a multitude of aches and pains. Your back is sore, and your skin is marked with hickeys, bite marks, and bruises. You groan, burying your face in the pillow as memories of the previous night flood back.

Mattheo is already awake, leaning against the headboard with a smug grin on his face. “Good morning, love.”

You glare at him, though it lacks any real heat. “Morning.”

He chuckles, brushing a hand through your hair. “You were practically screaming my name last night.”

You blush furiously, pulling the blanket over your head. “Oh, fuck off. Don’t remind me.”

Mattheo laughs, pulling the blanket away and leaning down to kiss you. “You were so cute, begging for my touch.”

You groan again, hiding your face in your hands. “Ugh, I can’t believe I did that.”

Mattheo nips at your ear, his voice a teasing whisper. “I loved every second of it. And so did you.”

Despite your embarrassment, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Maybe I did.”

Mattheo’s grin widens, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close. “Good. Because I plan on making you scream my name again very soon.”

You laugh, resting your head against his chest. “I’m not sure my back can handle it.”

He smirks, his hand tracing patterns on your skin. “I’ll go easy on you next time. Maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but the fondness in your gaze is unmistakable. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Mattheo replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You sigh, content despite the lingering aches and pains. “Yeah, I do.”

Mattheo’s arms tighten around you, and you know that despite the teasing, he cares for you deeply. As you drift back to sleep, you can’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected boldness that the firewhisky brought out in you. It’s a night you’ll never forget, and one you’re sure Mattheo won’t let you live down anytime soon.

[seraphdreams]

No cause Choso is stepbro coded 🤤

he is !

he’s so sweet stepbro that checks up on you late at night when you’re supposed to be sleeping but you’re wide awake due to the nimble fingers stuffed in your achy cunt . . . you’ve been wanting to get off for a while now, rutting those same lithe digits into your hole for the past thirty minutes, but your fingers just don’t reach those places that choso’s do — he’d be so willing to help you out when you ask too, why wouldn’t he? you’re his cute little sister after all n he’s a great big bro !! his thick fingers, nails painted an inky black, pumping in and out of your greedy hole while he kisses you nice n sloppy, letting his tongue lav around yours in a way that has your breath bitching n mind spinning, taking in your sweet moans . . . he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop himself from giving you what you want, what you need. for now he’ll keep it on the low, he’ll convince you that this is just what big brothers do . . .

[jaxfromthatcircus]

Hey, it's me and this is my blog

SO guess what? I found acess to one of those funky computers that Caine keeps in secret... And made this! Isn't it cool? Eh, not like I have anything better to do anyways.

So I guess you people from the interneet can send me some cool asks about how things are going here, I just won't spill secrets okay?

...Who am I kidding, of course I will.

Warnings!

Be aware that the person behind this blog IS AN ADULT and so is the character, mod is 19 and Jax is 22. Do NOT send me anything sexual if you're a minor. This blog may contain sexual or suggestive jokes and is considered 16+.

Be mindful that this blog is both based in canon AND headcanons, so some stuff might not be completely "in character". If you see something that you dislike, remember that the character IS an asshole but also the mod's just having fun with it lol don't need to harass anyone because of a silly gag.

This blog may contain mentions of drug and alcohol use as well as heavy topics like mental breakdowns, panic, and similar. Suicidal topics will be kept to a minimum but may always happen, so viewer discretion is advised.

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If I did not answer your ask yet, there might be a reason:

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- Update March 24: hhhh not great era, I'm sorry if I may take long but managing life has been crazy rn

The children!

So far we have 9 kid anons that Jax is caring for

That doesn't mean you can't make your own silly anons to interact too, bring your ocs, it's fine! This is just a list of adopted children.

[Last update on 22/04/2024]

So far, we got:

cool anon

foreheadkisser

clown

lav

sleepy

strawberry

patchwork

pastel

phoenix

Roleplaying

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This is how we're gona describe actions and anything that is not to be said out loud.

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Extras!

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[thehusbandoden]

"Imoto" Alternative Ending -In love!Bakugo Katsuki x Heartbroken!Reader

A/n: it doesn't have a clear ending so call it how you'd like.

General info:

Genre: angst, comfort \\ wc: 442 \\ posted: 04/08/24

Summary:

Alternative ending, Izuku rejects you, leaving Bakugo to comfort you.

Tags: @garfieldthomas; @lemon-lav

Warnings!: rejection, unreciprocated love, unclear ending, oblivious reader, reader loves Izuku, Izuku loves Uraraka, Bakugo loves reader, jealousy, anger, possessiveness, a bit of Izucho, idk what else. Lmk if I miss any. <3

"Imoto" -Inlove!Bakugo Katsuki x Oblivious!Reader

“Are you sure this is going to work?” You whisper nervously, staring at the green-haired boy in the next room. He was talking to Uraraka, smiling shyly as he rambled about some new pro hero.  

“Of course it will, now go.” Bakugo grunted, gently pushing you forward. You glance back at him hesitantly. He gives you a small smile, giving you the courage to proceed. You take a deep breath before walking into the next room.  

You feel Bakugo’s crimson eyes boring into your back as you walk over to your childhood crush, Midoriya Izuku. He didn’t even notice you, continuing to ramble to the brunette. She had a bright blush on her cheeks, causing jealousy to stir in your stomach.  

You mentally berate yourself for being ridiculous as you tap Izuku’s shoulder. 

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Bakugo’s pov:  

Bakugo’s eyes narrow as he sees Deku chatting to round cheeks, his eyes lit up in joy. He clenches his fist as he realizes that your heart is about to be torn to shreds. He thinks about stopping you but knows that you need to find out... the hard way.  

His eyes are lit up in rage as he watches you nervously tap his shoulder, shyly mumbling under your breath. After a few moments, Izuku seems to realize what’s happening, and quickly starts to backtrack.  

After another minute, you slowly start to walk back towards Bakugo. His jaw is clenched as he meets you halfway, placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you out of sight. Once you’re away from everyone, you collapse into his arms.

He looks down at you protectively, wrapping his arms around you as he brings you to his chest, caressing your hair gently. “Shh it’s alright. He wasn’t worth your time anyways...” he gruffly whispers.  

You don’t speak relying on him to support you- which he does. His mind races as he thinks of all the ways he’s going to get at the idiotic Izuku for breaking your precious heart.  

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m here, I’ll protect you. My y/n..”  

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[h20goflashnsplashsealrideon]

im curious and i have anonymous asks on: why do you, personally, like pooltoys/inflatables? it can be as detailed or as simple as you want. i just like hearing people's reasons, its fun. if you want you can also explain how you got into them.

as for me...

there's a lot to it for me, as a kid i really liked them and every time we got to buy a new one it was exciting, i remember also having this easter bunny inflatable i was obsessed with when i was like 5 lol. though this interest went dormant in my brain for a really long time, i still really enjoyed getting new ones whenever my family would go to the beach or swimming or something.

fast forward in my life, i've always been a massive massive furry and i was certainly aware of pooltoy furries but at most found them charming but not interesting, until one day i found this little cheap beach ball in the house and was suddenly enamored with the texture... and a switch flipped. i now Fully Understood why people liked them, and the interest/fetish developed from thereon.

as for Why i like them, there's a lot. you can easily project a personality onto a pooltoy, there's so many and they're all so unique, even between individuals of the same make. they all have unique textures, scents, construction, everything. there's a lot of body to them, it almost tricks your brain into thinking you're hugging a living thing. there's a sort of mindfulness to interacting with them, while they don't particularly *do* anything i at least find myself completely enraptured by them when i'm interacting with them. they also elicit those happy feelings from childhood, playing in the pool and anticipation while blowing them up. also bouncing around is fun. there's a lot to love about pooltoys and inflatables that elevates them further than just a toy. is this oversharing? i don't care. i lav pooltoyz <3

[perolesims]

Lav found Nathan dozing off in the office.

Lav: So, while I was facing that pack of vultures all alone, you were here hiding and taking a nap?

Nathan: I’m not sleeping... or resting... I came here to deal with an emergency, Lavender.

Lav: No one else left the party.

Nathan: Because I’m the damn handyman for everything, Lavender! – he snapped.

Lav: I just want to remind you that this is a partnership. You can’t leave me alone on the battlefield... those people... they look at me in a way...

Nathan: You think I don’t know? You think I don’t know what they say behind my back? I’ve been dealing with this for years.

Lav: And yet, you left me there alone.

Nathan: I... I’m sorry, okay? I had to take care of a few things and came here. I barely finished when you found me, I swear. I promise it won’t happen again.

Lav: It really won’t! Because I never want to be put in situations like that again—out of my control, with people I don’t know, who despise me before I even open my mouth.

Nathan: I know, I know. Alright, forgive me, but remember we signed a contract, and it clearly stated there would be events like this.

Lav: It also clearly stated you weren’t supposed to touch me!

Nathan: Okay, okay... earlier... we... never mind. You’re upset. Please, forgive me, will you?

Lav: I want to go home.

Nathan: I’ll take you home if you tell me we’re okay.Nathan: Can you look at me, please? I want to see your eyes. Lav... please, may I?

Lav: Ugh... fine... you may.

Nathan: I’m really sorry, okay? It won’t happen again. Do you forgive me?

Lav: Just don’t ever leave me alone again, understood?

Nathan: It’s a promise. Let’s go home.

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GEPARD LANDAU ; — secret makeout sessions with the silvermane captain are a good way to pass the time when you miss him.

warnings: f!reader, rly just makeout sessions. note: don’t mind the characterisation rn i just wanted to write something short to give it a try ! i wanna write more for star rail tho snifle <3 maybe some dan heng / blade / jing yuan next :<

“i’m..” gepard begins before its cut off again as he swallows your next dreamy exhale, his brows furrow and he can feel the sting of his own deep blush — the impact you have on him far too severe for him to even consider trying to swallow it down. “..i’m on duty.”

his words are fumbled when he finally manages to push them out but they’re barely audible with the way his mouth still moves messily with yours, pushed into some darkened alley after he’d coincidentally came across you shopping in the city.

“but you said you’d walk me home, captain~” the title is a slow drawl that makes gepard almost whimper when it’s accompanied with the saccharine press of your chest against his broad one. as much as he can’t feel the press of your skin against his own, he remembers it — and that makes him yearn for it even more as his hands wrap around your waist with the next languid lav of his tongue along your own.

“it is my responsibility when you’re looking so..” breathtaking, is what he means to say but the clouded, starry-eyed look you send him as you pull away to breathe only has him pulling you back in for more. so he lets his hands, his movements — say what he needs and he knows you understand when he feels your arms wrap around his armoured shoulders, caging him against the brick wall behind you both as he grabs steadily at your hips.

you’re intoxicating, embarrassingly so that the silvermane captain can’t focus on anything else except the way you kiss him. your fingers smooth just under the hem of gepard’s jacket, enough to graze teasingly along the skin of his abdomen and he wants nothing more than to chase more of your touch as he exhales against your lips.

he did have a small break before his next assignment, one that he knows he’d love to spend wrapped in you when he feels you lick into his mouth needily — pushing your name between his lips even though it’s always on his mind and suddenly he feels too warm underneath his armour, even in the eternal freeze he’s sure you’d have him overheating.

gepard’s hand squeezes at your waist, making you pull away to blink up at him and your gaze is hypnotising despite the way it makes him want to look away — flushed to his chest with his usual pristine uniform mused by your hands. but he can’t help the way his lips part to growl immediately when he feels you lean back into press cute kisses along his jawline, trailing down the sensitive spots you’ve mapped out on his neck as he tries so hard to retain his self control that seems to drain away with every press of your lips.

the city is just to his left but you’re in his arms and he can’t find it in himself to care despite the position he’s in right now, the captain of the silvermane guards turning to putty for his sweet little girlfriend in some random ally. but it’s too tempting when your kisses trail back to his lips and it’s almost instinct the way he so easily switches your positions, his need making his ears ring as he presses you into the hard surface he occupied a few moments ago — kissing you so deeply you have to rely on his to keep you upright, because you know he always will.

“it—uggh, it shouldn’t be too much trouble for me to pick up my duties later.. i have something else to see through first.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[mysticallystilinski]

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL?

a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic

— ౨ৎ masterlist

CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, p in v intercourse, underage drinking, oral intercourse (f!receiving), bestfriends to fuckers )

lav speaks.. hi!! my requests are ALWAYS open and wanted. i honestly need more inspo!

the beat was loud, in the best way possible. vibrating through yours and stiles bodies, leaving a trail of sound waves wherever you lead. a classic beacon hills party, loud, rowdy, and full of horny teenagers.

it wasn’t usually your cup of tea, but lydia of course forced you to come. she picked out the little burgundy dress, and slight heels that would make all the guys drool over you. doing your makeup to a perfection, with elegance and the most precise perfumes for seductiveness.

heading to the kitchen, you held stiles wrist to ease the risk of not losing him to the large crowds surrounding you guys. “LET’S TAKE SHOTS”, scott yelled. of course he was already drunk, about 4 shots deep approximately. stiles headed to the side of you, grabbing a red solo cup, then another. “hm – y/n, how many shot’s do you want?”

“3 or 4”, you question. he poured you about 2 shots of vodka, and him 3. god, you couldn’t handle the way he did everything more than you. the way he thought he could baby you. grabbing the bottle, you poured about another shot into your cup, and downed it with ease.

stiles eyes widened at this sudden burst of confidence, a slight spark filling his mind but he slowly smirked. “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight”, he chuckled. already the alcohol hitting your system, you gave him a slight smile, and a thumbs up. sounds good sti.

without warning, you left stiles, and the rest of the pack to fend for themselves with the alcohol. heading into the living room, one of your favorite songs came on, especially to grind to. looking around, you were looking for someone to dance with. eyes hazy, landing on stiles from across the room, you slowly made your way over to him.

he was talking to a girl, specifically someone you’ve known had liked him for a while; per the gossip at beacon hills high. “sti — baby, come on let’s dance”, you whined. his eyes widened, and his pants tightened at these words. the girl scoffed, and walked away after hearing those words come out of your mouth.

“oh no! wait”, stiles plead to her, but she just ignored him before heading around a corner. stiles turned to face you with a harsh look on his face, contorted but almost with lust. his hands gripped your waist, slightly but still holding with a grip. leaning down to your ear he spoke, “what was that all about?” it wasn’t that he minded it, it was the fact that you waited till then to pursue the move.

your face showed all your emotions, lust, jealousy, and seduction. facing him, you went to spoke, but were stopped with your own thoughts. lord – he was hot. it was almost like, you couldn’t focus?

you felt his breath, harsh and hot on your neck as his lips were dangerously close to your ear. “it’s- just-”, you tried to speak before he pulled away to make eye contact with you.

was it the alcohol, or are you horny? no, no – you couldn’t think that. he’s just your best friend, nothing else. “hm.. are you going to argue or?”, he laughed. your eyes glistened with lust, looking up into his. he was concerned for a moment, hand on your waist until you went closer into him — slightly brushing up against his bulge.

a short gasp came from his mouth, and before you both knew it, his hands were on your ass and yours entangled in his hair while making out. his lips were colliding with yours in a vastly manner, sweet to the taste but rough to the touch. you felt eyes burning into your skull of the people surrounding you — but god that turned you on even more.

you moaned slightly as his tongue made its way into your mouth, almost intoxicating you. gripping onto his hair, stiles groaned into your mouth which figuratively made you melt.

the truth was there, you wanted to fuck stiles stilinski. and you wanted to do it tonight.

the alcohol was beating through your system, at an exceptionally fast pace as you were already heading up the stairs with stiles close behind you. you didn’t know who’s house it was, but did you care? not really.

stumbling up the steps, surprisingly you and stiles made your way to the guest room in one piece. the door slammed open, then shut when your two bodies were in there. lock clicking, you pulled your dress down your body, leaving you in only a bra and panties.

stiles practically stopped in his tracks, you could tell he wanted you badly. his eyes filled with some type of darkness, a type of harsh emotion even stronger than lust. his lips slightly agape, he walked up to you and brought his hand up to your chin.

making you look at him, your eye contact faltered from the floor to his brown orbs. his moles were ever so prominent all of a sudden, almost making you want to reach out and run your fingers along them in a gaze.

“take off your clothes”, you spoke in a hush. immediately, he obeyed, taking off his dark red flannel, and navy blue jeans from his toned body. left in nothing but his boxers, you two were faced bare, with nothing to say.

thoughts ran through both of your guys minds, the most prominent was if this was a good idea.

but fuck it.

fuck it, and fuck him. without saying anything, stiles walked closer to you, pushing you backward and towards the bed. with him hovering over you, and his hand gripping onto your back, your panties were a sopping mess.

“baby, you look so good, and all for me?”, he groaned. a sigh left your lips in retaliation as he traced kisses down your neck, and collarbone. stiles sucked, and bit lightly on the warm skin beneath him before pushing you completely onto the bed.

your body hit the soft, lonely mattress before stiles had crawled his way on top of you. a linger of him appearing through your dazed eyes as he slowly took away your panties from your aching core.

already, the brush of his fingers on the inner part of your thighs was enough to make your head get thrown back. “sti — please, just do something already”, you whimpered softly. you saw his cocky smirk already brewing, panties thrown to the side.

“beg for it”, he spoke. your breath quickly got caught in your throat at those three words. “beg for it?”, you questioned. “you heard me”.

him saying that practically made you cum on the spot. as soon as your legs clenched together, stiles, being the impatient person he is, forced them open and delved right him.

his tongue worked furiously upon your clit, sucking in sweet motions, and hitting just the right spot. your eyes were rolling, back arched, and you – being a slut only for stiles, were grinding upon his face.

“s- sti- oh my god”, you moaned out. that fueled something in him, something that made him go not just harder, but faster and more precise. you felt him chuckle into your heat, sending a wave of vibrations through your body.

he wouldn’t stop — he couldn’t stop until he made you finish. your hands made their way into his sweat-ridden hair, gripping so tightly that you could almost pull his head away.

as you let out shaky moans, stiles surprised you. he suddenly pushed two fingers inside of your core, nice and deep. you would’ve thought he would be softer, but no – the man was rough. the overstimulation was getting to be too much as his fingers curved and his tongue continued on it’s mindful pace.

“stiles, you’re making me feel so good”, you whimper out. getting to your breaking point, your thighs begin to wrap around his head. taking that as a sign, he released both his tongue, and his fingers from your body. “what the hell sti?”.

but before you could protest any further, he got up and removed his tight boxers. his long cock was just sitting in front of you – of course you felt tempted to put it in. “what?”, he questioned.

your mouth stayed agape as stiles hovered upon your body, cock sitting at your entrance. “well if you’re not going to say anything, then i guess my cock will just have to stay here”, he spoke while slowly rubbing the tip between your folds.

hurriedly, you kept trying to grind, trying to push the head into your heat — but no luck as stiles kept your hips pinned. “i told you earlier, you’re going to have to beg”, but how could you beg when his sweaty hair was sticking to his forehead, and he kept giving you those seductive eyes.

his lips were glossy, specifically from your juices before. stiles noticed you looking at his lips, so he licked them dry. before you could even look at his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth, sucking all the remaining juices from them. “mm — tastes so’fuckin good”.

with you distracted, he slowly made his way inside you, bucking his hips into yours. whimpers came out of your mouth as he surely filled you up.

focusing solely on him got you off, and he never looked better. his eyes rolled back every thrust he made inside of you, with each passing moment his breathing became harder. it was like he couldn’t make eye contact with you — or you would need a plan b

stiles began to rub your clit, no fusses came from your mouth from that action of his. “sti — sti, please you feel so good”, you moaned. in retaliation, you proceeded to pull him closer, forcing his body up to yours. that made your legs go up even higher, hitting a spot unimaginable to any person.

marks made down his back were shown as a force of passion, all scratch marks from you. it was almost like you two were so inaudible from the intense pleasure given to each-other. stiles forced himself to speak, “hm? am i making you feel good, am i hitting all the right spots?”.

that cause a reaction in you, a force of you to finish. you were a moaning mess in his arms, tears forming from stimulation and cries were muffled by the sound of the loud music. just by your sounds, a chain reaction appeared, stiles orgasm hitting him just as hard.

his load shot into you, so far and so deep. panting, and makeup stains were all over your face, along with stiles groaning as well. stiles slid out of you, and fell onto the bed.

“what the fuck just happened?”, you spoke in a whisper.

a silence echoed throughout the room, darkness became persistent, and both sets of eyes felt heavy.

“blame it on the alcohol?”

— ᡣ𐭩

[loupy-mongoose]

Got another long one. X3

PREVIOUS (Jamie and Cody interlude) NEXT (Not yet)

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Randy let out a huge yawn. Lying on a bed unfolded from the guest room couch, he cracked open an eye to see Akoya sleeping soundly beside him. For a bit he just lay still, letting the previous day's events fizzle back into his mind as he woke.

The room had this bed that they were sleeping on, as well as a smaller bed meant for a single person. Lav could've slept there, but for tonight she'd wanted to stick close to her parents. So, the assortment of Lindens lay together all on this fold-out bed.

Aside from the bed and couch, there was a table with a couple of small armchairs set up in a cozy corner of the room.

Randy had to admit, these two (well, probably mostly Cody) really knew how to make guests feel comfortable.

After a bit, he rolled over onto his back, groaning as his body ached.

You 'kay?

The man turned to his wife. Her eyes were blinking to alertness, clearly having just woken up.

Randy smiled at her and stretched his arms. Yeah, I'm fine. Just achy. I wonder if it's from the flight here. We're not exactly used to flying... He stopped himself from saying the next bit out loud. ~~in that way.~~

A second later, he felt a rush of relief that he'd not spoken aloud, as a light rap on the door snapped him fully awake.

Hello? It's Jamie.

Midas' head jolted up at the noise and he looked around frantically. Lavender came to attention, startled awake by the sudden activity, and Momo hopped to her feet, her eyes instantly alight with a burning fury.

Akoya gently shushed and stroked her twin children's pelts. Shhhh, shh shh. It's okay guys.

Akoya sat up, wincing as her own body protested with its own aches.

After a brief psychic check in with his family, Randy shouted to the door. You can come in. We're decent. He looked at his family's sleep-ruffled heads. Well, as decent as we were last night.

For a moment, there was silence. Then the doorknob turned and the door opened.

The red-haired women entered, a small plate with a couple donuts stacked onto it in her hand.

Jamie appeared to be in a much more relaxed state, wearing a loose sleeved shirt and her hair brushed smooth and simmering--a far cry from the windswept mess it had been when she'd left them last night.

Her eyes had a rejuvenated shine to them as she carefully waved the plate. I brought a peace offering. I thought the babies might like to try them, if they've never had donuts before.

Randy looked at his twin children and felt his heart sink. Both had their eyes fixed on their host, Momo growling as Akoya held her down, while Midas' pelt was poofed to twice it's regular size.

Jamie clearly saw the warnings as well, and stretched to place the plate on the foot of the bed without getting any closer.

But she didn't leave. She stood back, her piercing blue eyes seemingly mulling over some thought. Eventually she gave a sharp sigh. I wanted to apologize again for yesterday. It wasn't right for me to demand that of you, and it ended up scaring the little ones. And... Persim? That's your name, yeah?

The orange Mew nodded, his ears folded back uncertainly.

Jamie gave a small smile, looking at the Linden parents. I'm truly sorry for what I caused you all to go through. I... never would've expected you guys had Mews in there of all things... Let alone babies... Suddenly her eyes grew distant. Although, funny enough, Cody used to keep Pari in a bag like that. Willingly, of course.

There you go!

The adults all looked at Lav, who was holding a portion of donut. She was smiling at her little brother, who had a bit in his own hands and was tentatively licking it. His expression was conflicted, apparently torn between the enjoyment of this new sweet and the fear over the strange human smiling warmly at him.

Momo, her attention drawn to Midas as well, sniffed curiously at the bite in his hands.

Here you go, Momo. You try it too! The purple haired girl handed Momo a bite as well. But as Randy expected, her first reaction was to squish her fingers into the sweet glaze.

Akoya rolled her eyes in amusement. Hhh. That's our Momo. New food always means bath time.

The peach-colored puffball looked up at her mother and lifted her little sticky hands up to her. (Baff!)

Jamie gave a light chuckle, her eyes shining. She's a messy one, huh? At least she seems to like being bathed.

(Wan baff!)

Finish your donut first, Momo. We're not gonna bathe you just for you to get messy again! Akoya poked at the sweet lump Momo had left on the bedsheet. The little Mew scooped it up and licked it

(So are they yours, Persim?)

Perzi snapped his attention from the babies up to Jamie, startled. (U-Uh, no, not those two. Rosemary is though!)

Jamie's eyes glimmered humorously. (I take it she's the one who gave me my newest scar?) Persim lowered his head, his ears back and giving off a wave of embarrassment. The red-haired woman waved her hand dismissively. (Don't worry about it, really! Young Pokemon don't always know how to handle new locations or people. I totally understand. If biting me helps her adjust, she can keep doing it. It didn't exactly do much damage. Momo can too, if that's what it takes)

Momo lifted her head questioningly, but Randy placed his hand on her back in case she tried anything. I'd rather they learn to keep their teeth to themselves, Jamie.

Jamie nodded. I'm sure they will someday. Then, she stood up straight, as if punctuating their discussion. Now, I'm sure you all have business you'd like to do. I'll leave you to it.

She gave them a curt nod, and turned to leave the room.

Jamie, hold on a moment, please. The short woman turned to him, eyes shimmering with curiosity. Is Cody up? We... have something else important we need to tell you both, but we'd rather do it all at once.

Jamie narrowed her eyes. No, he's still asleep... I could wake him.

Randy and Akoya looked at each other once more. It's... probably better if you let him wake up on his own... He really shouldn't be half asleep for this....

~~~~~~

Later, the Lindens and Rennards gathered together in the living room.

Cody let out a yawn. I hear you have something to tell us? He seemed tired still, and Randy couldn't help wondering if Jamie had woken him after all.

One more time, the two parents met eyes before turning seriously back to their two hosts.

Pari suggested we tell you this, but... Nobody else can know, alright?

We are...

Not actually humans...

Before the others could respond, Randy transformed. With a hard look, Akoya followed suit.

Have... have you not seen Nico? I'm... a Mewtwo... like him.

Jamie eyed Lavender in absolute curiosity, crossing her arms before speaking.

We've... never actually met Nico... The Lindens all looked at her in surprise. Jovie talks about him, but he keeps to himself, and she's never told us what he is. Is that... like... Mew number two?

The Linden parents looked at each other.

Uh... We weren't expecting to have to explain Mewtwos...

They're...

Uh...

Well, there's only two, that we know of... Nico, and Lavender.

Both of them were experiments, created by humans, uh... messing with Mew DNA...

Cody appeared thoughtful, his expression soon turning soft. It's no wonder you want to reconnect with him, if he's the other of your kind...

Jamie, meanwhile, had paled a bit, and her eyes seemed distant. Cody looked down at her, his brows creasing in worry. Jamie? You okay?

Her gaze snapped up to him briefly before fixing back onto the Lindens. She breathed in sharply. Yeah, yeah... Just... trying to take it all in...

Randy looked at the two humans, bowing his head. We're sorry for this... oddness...

Hey, it's nice to know there are more Mews out there! Cody gave them a warm smile. Let alone a family of them! He looked at Pari, who met his eyes before nuzzling his face. She settled on his shoulder, purring as he rubbed her cheek fondly. ...I always thought Pari was one of the last, if not THE last, until I met Jovie... As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to stay as long as you need to!

Randy smiled at him in thanks, but flicked his ear as Akoya spoke beside him, a hint of the venom from the previous day seeping into her tone.

What about you, Jamie? Are you still open to us staying?

The red-head snapped to attention, having once again lost focus on their discussion. Er--Y-yeah, yes, of course...

Randy felt a wave of uncertainty at her response, and could tell that Akoya felt the same. But nonetheless, he smiled at her. Thank you both very much! He transformed back to his human form. We'll do our best to not cause trouble... As much as the kits will allow, anyway.

Jamie looked toward Persim and the kittens, Lav having joined them as well. She turned back to Randy and smiled, though she didn't speak, and he noticed she still seemed distracted.

Cody gave them one more wide grin. It'll be a pleasure to get to know your little family!

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PREVIOUS (Jamie and Cody interlude) NEXT (Not yet)

Pari complimented Akoya specifically because she wasn't expecting to see a blue Mew, lol.

[markiv3]

octopi

with: leehan aquarium employee, reader aquarium goer warnings: not proofread or something idk i heard u have to say this before posting this is my first written fic i hope u like it.. thank you @bunchofroses07 for the idea i lav u

you were roaming the local aquarium, as you usually did on fridays. it was your favorite place ever, it was peaceful and beautiful, you never got tired of it, you always liked looking in the tanks to see new fishes. you only wished you knew more about the fishes...

well seems like the universe listened to your wish because as you were looking at some fish someone approached you

"those fishes you're looking at right now are corydoras, they're my favorite!"

you turned around and found a guy smiling at you; he was tall with long-ish dark hair and round eyes, he looks so cute you thought to yourself as you smiled back at him

"hi sorry if i bothered you, my name is leehan and i recently started working here but i notice you visit quite often"

you quickly turned around to face him "i'm yn nice to meet you leehan! do you know a lot about fishes?" you tilted your face as you asked

"yeah i actually really love fish and marine creatures, working here was my childhood dream" he smiled brightly and his eyes turned into crescent moons.

"really?!? i love coming here, it's my favorite place but i don't know much about sea creatures"

he laughed and started explaining a bit about the fishes in the aquarium, he was really funny and you two talked for hours.

"i think it's time for me to go home now" you looked at your watch "same time next week?"

he smiled and nodded waving at you as you made your way outside.

this went on every week for a month and every time you went there leehan had a new fun fact to tell you about sea creatures, you started calling them "fish fact fridays" and they were your favorite ever.

it had been two months since you met leehan and you had to admit to yourself that every time you visited the aquarium all you wanted to see was him, you loved how his front hair barely touched the tip of his nose when he looked into the fish tanks, you loved how his eyes sparkled when he was talking about this week's fact.

it was friday and as you were getting ready you received a text from leehan. it read "come to the aquarium basement today i want to show you something really cool" curious, you smiled at your phone and grabbed your bag as you headed out.

you got there and headed downstairs. you looked around looking for leehan when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, startled, you turned around to find the smiling boy behind you.

"hi! would you care to follow me?" you smiled and nodded

he took your hand and brought you to a room with a tank in the middle "he's scheduled to go in the bigger tanks tomorrow since he just got here" he explained.

you walked closer and you noticed something in the tank... an octopus! "woah i've never seen one in real life!! this is amazing! thank you leehan" you beamed

"that's not all" he grinned and handed you a pretty seashell. you took it in your hands and looked at it, it was pink and turquoise, one of the prettiest shells you had ever seen.

"look inside it" he said, you turned it around and noticed a note in it, you opened it and giggled. the note read "are you an octopus? because you octopi my thoughts"

"this is so corny leehan what's wrong with you!!!" you laughed and your cheeks turned bright pink

you then turned to leehan "i'm being honest yn, you truly are always on my mind, your smile is so beautiful and i love how you always listen to me no matter what i'm talking about. so i guess what i'm trying to say is i really, really like you" he smiled, biting his bottom lip.

you burst out laughing "i'm so sorry but you have a piece of seaweed in your hair" you leaned closer to him to take it out of his hair. when you were close enough, he hugged you at your hips and closed the space between you and kissed you. his lips were soft and you felt your cheeks getting hot.

he pulled away and looked at you with a smile "don't ever surprise me like that again you... you rascal" you both giggled, as he was distracted you stood on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on the lips.

[monstersandmaw]

Monthly story - male bat-like forest monster x male character (nsfw)

This one was a really sweet one to write, though as ever, it's about 10k words longer than I intended. I hope you enjoy these two and the autumnal forest vibes. There are also a couple of tiny little Gabe & Odessa easter eggs in there, if you spot them...

Summary: a heartsick author books a remote fire lookout tower for some solitude after a messy breakup, and for the chance to finish his latest novel, only to fall slowly in love with a voice over the radio.

Content (light spoilers): stormy conditions, then lost while hiking, forest entity attacks with constricting vines (not romantic interest). Nsfw includes oral, no penetrative, messy sex, come marking(?), and there's some purring too.

Wordcount: 13,238

(for the tower lookout vibes, this reddit link should help)

Preview:

“You’re renting a what?” Lavinia snorted, setting down her coffee cup with a clunk and gawping at Bowen like he’d just grown another head. Or maybe like he’d lost the one he’d had to begin with.

“I’m renting an old fire lookout in the Pinewatch Range for a month.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” she blurted. “Seriously, I know the breakup with Mike fucked with your head, and with good fucking reason because the man is a complete —”

“— it’s not about the breakup, Lav,” Bowen interjected heavily, taking a sip of his own drink and wincing. Instead of his usual coffee, he’d opted for a remarkably bland chamomile tea, and was regretting it enormously. “It’s just… I’ve been wanting to work on my novel. I think a place with no electricity other than a solar panel to charge my phone and radio, and no running water, is going to suit me just fine.”

“No running water?” Lavinia looked truly horrified at that. “Seriously? How are you gonna shower? And, like… flush the toilet? Oh my god, don’t tell me you have to shit in the woods…”

At that, Bowen bit back a rare, true laugh. “There’s a composting toilet in an outhouse. It’s not like I’m turning into a bear.”

She eyed Bowen’s gut, which was just a little softer than it had once been, and raised one eyebrow. “Sweetheart, if you put on a red flannel shirt and grew that thick scruff out into a proper beard, you’d be the definition of a bear.”

He rolled his cocoa-brown eyes at her and leaned back in the farmhouse style chair, gazing around at the new coffee shop that had opened up on North Street. Lavinia looked out of place in the cutesy, rustic tea room, but as usual, she paid her surroundings little mind. Instead, she regarded him from under her heavy, Goth makeup, with a back-combed bird’s nest of box dyed, black hair piled atop her head. Behind the dramatic makeup and the false eyelashes that looked like the kind of spiders Bowen only found in the deepest recesses of his basement, he could see real concern in her features,and his heart squeezed. He’d isolated himself too much from his friend in the past six months, and now he was running away to the wilderness.

He leaned forwards, just catching the creak of the rattan beneath his jeans above the clatter of the cafe as the chair shifted and groaned a little, and he rested his weight on his forearms. “Honestly, this will be good for me, Lav. I need to unplug for a while.”

“I’m just worried you’re not gonna be able to plug back in afterwards,” she muttered darkly. “I take it you don’t get phone reception out there?”

He shook his head. “Nope. There’s a radio that connects you to the forest service in an emergency, and there are a few other old lookout towers in the area, but unless there’s a very lost hiker, I won’t see another soul for the whole month.”

“Jesus,” she hissed. “Well, I hope you know what you’re doing. And if I come across Mike in the meantime, I’ll hex his bollocks off and make him rue the day he dumped you.”

“You already did that.”

Something flashed in her eyes. “I made him rue the day he dumped you, but it was sweet little ‘butter-wouldn’t-melt’ Hazel that hexed him.”

Bowen rolled his eyes and chuckled fondly. “You and all that witchy shit, Lav. Ever since you watched The Craft in high school…”

Easy-going Bowen had always respectfully humoured his best friend’s interest and belief in the Occult, but he’d never subscribed to anything spooky himself. The spookiest thing that had ever happened to him was a traffic light going from red to green as he approached it. Hardly cause to call the Ghostbusters in, after all.

At first, he’d thought Lav had been joking, or just using some affectionate name for the group of people who had all met after class and at the weekends, calling them ‘her coven’, but over the course of their university degree, and the subsequent years of employment, he’d come to discover they all actually believed in the supernatural. Then again, Mike’s apartment had flooded the week after he’d ditched Bowen, and his had been the only one to suffer any damage. There was now some lingering problem with a particularly stubborn and rather toxic mould all over the ceilings, according to Lavinia’s mystical sources…

“Just promise me you’ll take good care of yourself, and you’ll fucking phone me the second you get back to civilisation,” she growled, and he solemnly promised with hand on heart to keep her updated when he could.

A week later, Bowen’s pickup bounced up the rutted track to the fire lookout station, with a fortnight’s worth of water and camping supplies lashed down in the bed. The nearest town of Pinewatch was a jolting, twenty mile trip down dirt roads before even reaching the main, tarmac road to get there, so he’d be using the truck for a resupply run in a couple of weeks, but until then, he figured he had everything he needed. At least, he hoped he did.

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