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l0vergirlv0mit · 10 months

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Touching Yourself

Inspired by: Touching Yourself by The Japanese House

Pairing: college!Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: You and Hazel have been dating for a month and a half and it’s time to take things to the next level.

Contents/warning: switch!hazel >:), titty sucking, tribbing, oral sex r!receiving, phone sex, fingering, sorry if I let something off.

A/n: characters are older college students so they do in fact have some income.

She’s been watching you from across the room the whole lecture. You keep looking back and forth from the teacher to her. Catching her eyes to see if she was still looking then quickly turning back to the front. Your leg was bouncing trying to distract from her gaze. You feel you phone buzz in your pocket letting out the deepest sigh.

Hazel: you look beautiful today;)

You: please I’m trying to focus >:(

Hazel: aww come on you won’t even give me a smile please you look so pretty!;,(

You can’t help but lean over and shake your head at her with a grin. She excitedly waved at you.

You: your so needy.

You make eye contact with Hazel again and shes biting her lip with her phone illuminating her face. Her eyes have become more lidded as she looks away to type.

Hazel: you wanna hang out tonight??? the girls are getting together for dinner if you wanted to come along.

Hazels still staring at her phone phone smiling hopefully when you look over at her once more. It’s was so cute you had to giggle to yourself.

You: of course honey what time?<3

Hazel sinks a little further in her seat at your reply. Biting the tip of her finger re reading the pet name you gave her a couple times. She’s always gets so giddy about you.

Hazel: I’ll pick you up at 6 <3

Hazels buzzing in her seat she’s wearing a tight lipped smile trying to hold back from squealing happily. Eyes fixed on your face as you put your phone down continuing to try and focus on the teacher. She watched your eyes focus and was reeling at how pretty you side profile was.

You and Hazel had been going out for a month and a half. You’ve known of each other for a couple months before only really saying hi to each other in passing. It wasn't until you had got to talking at a sorority party that you finally realized how cute she was.

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She was rambling about some chemical formula and how it reacts with another chemical formula. You couldn’t stop smiling at how excited she got you didn’t understand a damn thing but it was adorable none the less.

You’d asked her for number and she looked at you shocked and wide eyed. Her cheeks were dusted with a rosy blush as she fumbled for her phone saying “yes of course!” And asked for yours as well just to make sure y’all would “get in contact”

You’d gone out a couple times since and every date had been perfect. She took you on a picnic for the first date packing a lunch of gourmet sandwiches, fruit salad, and wine. Taking you to a gorgeous lake to eat next to the water and swim. Made for a very giggly and cute first date. Needless to say hard to top.

You took her to a fancy restaurant in return. Both of you getting dressed up. Hazel told them it was your birthday to get free cake. She was especially amused when they started singing happy birthday for you. You took her to a jazz club afterwards and danced for hours. Flirting with her until she felt like she was about to burst.

Then taking her home to go to sleep cuddled up. That’s just a few of the special date you both have made a habit of planning. But you also have had lots of casual dates. Going over to each other’s apartments to watch movies or bake or something cute like that. You haven’t put a label on the relationship yet taking it v e r y slowly.

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The lecture ends and your packing your things up until you feel Hazels hands on your sides. She breathes you in resting her chin on your shoulder. “Mm this is new?” She plays with the flimsy material of your light blue top. “Mhm you like it?”you turn around to face her hanging your bag over your shoulder. She nods excitedly, “oh I love it!”

Hazels eyes rake over your breast for a little to long which doesn’t go unnoticed as you hit her lightly in the shoulder giving her an exasperated expression. “Jesus I’ll see you tonight at 6 alright I have to go study.” You said kissing Hazels cheek then walking past her.

She watched you till you were all the way out of room. Her palms had been sweating since you first walked into the room she needed you. BAD. Her mind was racing thinking of how your lips felt and how good you smelt it was making her crazy. Hazels wanted to get more intimate for a while but she’s been to scared to initiate it. She knew that you wouldn’t reject her she was just really didn’t wanna mess it up.

She high tails it to her car feeling to suffocated by her own thoughts. When she finally gets into her car she’s re reading messages between the two of looking at photos of you. She internally cursing herself because she knows she making it worse for herself. While she scrolling her camera roll she gets a notification from you.

You: 3 images

Hazel doesn’t think anything of it when she goes to open them but the air is quickly knocked out of her lungs. “Holy fuck!” She screamed to herself. You sent her photos of your cleavage pushing your arms together to accentuate. In the last one you had your shirt pulled up over your chest exposing yourself. All in the blue top. You lived close to campus so as soon as you were inside your apartment you took them.

Hazels breathing so heavy she’s almost panting, running her sweaty hand up and down her thigh. Her phones shaking in her hand you’d never sent something like that to her before. She honestly was a little confused as what to say.

Hazel: holy shit y/n your so fucking hot how am I supposed to go to work now:(

Hazel has a 5 hour shift at the coffee shop which she was supposed to be driving to right now. But instead she’s staring at her phone about to combust.

You: awww idk but have fun at work babe! ;)

You replied ignoring her concern and teasing her instead. She didn’t know you were on the other side of her phone also shaking and trying to calm your nerves.

Hazel: this is so evil please, I can’t wait to show you off tonight.

You bit your lip and giggled at hazels text squealing about how much you liked her.

Hazel checks the time after looking over every detail of the photos and realizes she’s already 5 minutes late to her job. She shakes her head and let out a desperate huff of air running her fingers through her hair. This shift was going to be agonizing.

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It’s 5:20 right now and your already getting ready for tonight. Doing your hair and makeup. You kept the blue top on and added a long white skirt with it and more accessories to dress it up. Your phone buzzes interrupting your music. Hazel was calling you.

“Hey gorgeous! I just got off work!” Hazel was very excited she’d been wanting to talk to you her whole shift. She was hoping you’d come in and visit her but you were busy with homework and studying. Every time a girl that resembled you came through the door she would perk up only to be disappointed.

“Hi sweetie how was it?” Your tone was sarcastic. You hear her huff through the phone.

“It was fine…” She replied dryly then paused for a moment you could tell she was getting frustrated at your teasing. “Anyway is it ok if I come over like 15 minutes early to hang out for a bit?” Hazel asked you so sweetly you couldn’t say no to her. “Of course you can. I’m almost ready anyways.”

“Ok see you soon! Your recreating those photos for me when I g-get there by the way.” She says quickly like she’s running out of air then hangs up phone not letting you reply. She cursed herself for stuttering but she tried her best. You stopped midway of doing your eyeliner your heart pounding out of your chest. A heart beat begins between your legs.

You and Hazel haven’t really gone past making out and being touchy over clothes. You continue with your make up and getting ready. Lighting a candle and cleaning your apartment as you wait for Hazel.

At exactly 5:45 there’s a knock at your door. You look out of the peep hole and open it. You can’t even get a word out before Hazels grabbing you by your hips pulling you into a deep kiss. She closes the door with her foot behind her. Pushing you up against the counter. You make a surprise “mhph!”, sound and she pulls back you can see the ache on her face.

“Can’t I please take this off?” She asked politely out of breath her brows are pushed together and her mouth is slightly agape. Her hands are already under the fabric feeling your abdomen. “Mhm” she carefully pulls it over your head. The sight of your breast made her release a heavy exhale. She drops to her knees placing kisses on your lower stomach.

Hazel looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that shine. Your brushing her hair out of face and running your fingers through it. “Can we go to your room?” Hazel asked you pleadingly as if you could say no. You nod and you sweetly take her hand leading you to your room.

Shes kissing you again this time slower with more purpose. She pushes you till you feel you bed hit the back of your knees. Gently she pushes you down not breaking the kiss. Her hands are nervously ghosting over your breast until you finally take her hand yourself and have her touch you.

Hazel moans into the kiss feeling how soft your skin is under her hand. Her face gets hot in embarrassment. She’s trying to hard to seem collected but she just about to short circuit and pass out.

Hazels trailing kisses down your neck reaching your collar bone she looks up for confirmation. She was so polite about it, it made your heart swell. You grin and nod at her running your fingers through her soft hair, you wanted to see her face. She’s quick to leave open mouthed kisses to both of your breast like a woman starved.

Shes holding both of them in her hands. You watch her while propped up on your elbows. Taking you bottom lip between your teeth when she wraps her lips around your nipple tugging. You whimper your fingers tangled in her hair. Hazel leaves a red bruise on your breast getting carried away. She mouths and sucks them until soft moans and praises are spilling from your lips.

She’s looking up at you with slicked shiny lips that are parted slightly. Her eyes still puppy like when she plays when the waistband of your skirt. Tugging it down just a bit to get a reaction from you. Then letting the fabric snap back into place.

Hazel grins at you mischievously. “I think we should get going babe.” Your frustrated at her and it shows. Desperately trying to rub your thighs together for some release. “W-what but-“ Hazel doesn’t let you finish. “Payback.” Shes so proud of herself her grin getting bigger watching you squirm. “Go get my shirt.” You said scoffing at her laughing at how prideful she was. She’s been planning this the whole time.

Hazel goes into the living room to grab your shirt and is back in a second. Handing it to you still smirking she offers her hand to help you up from your bed. You snatch the shirt out of her hand walking to your bathroom. You grab the bra hanging off your door knob and slip your shirt on. You hadn’t put a bra on knowing her intentions. “I should punish you for that you know.” You say once you’ve walked out going playfully holding Hazels cheeks in your hand making her lips pucker. Walking away grabbing your purse.

“Oh no what are you gonna do to me~” Hazel tries to say flirtatiously. “Oh you just wait.” Your colder tone makes her smile drop a bit as you look at her sternly. She starting to get worried at what you were scheming.

In the car ride over to Hazels friend Josie’s place the tension is THICK. Heavy blushes still on sit on both you and Hazels cheeks. Your holding pinky’s over the center consul. And of course as passenger princess you had aux rights. Every song you chose was sending Hazel a message. Some horny some angry at one point you played a Weeknd song and Hazel snorted. You did too but not before shooting her a glare.

Hazel pulled up to the small house and parked the car. She turned to look at you with a small smile and places her hand on your thigh. “You ready?” She says rubbing back and forth soothing you. Hazel knows you get social anxiety especially in smaller groups. You nod bringing your palm to cup her cheek and lean in for a soft kiss. When you pull away Hazel looks like she’s melting.

Looking over your face as if your the most precious thing in the world. “Now I’m really ready.” You said getting out of car. Hazel expelled a huff of air she was in awe of you. She placed her hand on the small of your back leading you towards the door. She knocked and the door was answered quickly.

It was Josie in an apron that said “kiss the cook”. She sees Hazel first then you her eyes going wide. “Oh my god you brought her! Hi! Come in!” Hazels ears got red smirking she felt proud having you by her side. When you walk in there’s a group of girls in the living room timidly you wave at them. Your met with warm smiles and excited greetings. Hazel had told you about them giving you there names.

One of them is looking at you weird and you assume it’s PJ. Her and Hazel had a thing but you honestly don’t pay it much mind. Another girl walks out of the kitchen and she walks up to Hazel. “Oh she’s cute.” She says quietly out of your earshot to her patting her should then turning to you. “Hi I’m Isabel! Do you wanna drink?”

She offers smiling sweetly at you. You enthusiastically agree seeing that they had an array of liquors. And you definitely needed a little something to make you more sociable. She takes you away from Hazel to make you a drink. Josie takes Hazel into the kitchen with her. You turn back to give Hazel an apprehensive smile as you part.

Hazels helps Josie cut up vegetables while listening to her talk about school and Isabel and whatever else happened that week. Hazels trying her best to focus but she keep zoning out when she thinks about how your face looked with her mouth around nipple. The only thing that pulled her out was hearing your name. “So are you and y/n official yet or what?” Josie said with a smile wiggling her eyebrows at Hazel.

Hazel exhales a laugh. “No not yet…I think I might ask her tonight though actually.” She says quietly feeling a little shy talking about you smiling to herself. Josie gasps, “REALLY! DUDE FINALLY!” She can’t contain her shock. Hazel whips her head and puts her finger to her lips in a hushing motion. “Yes! You’ve had like four, twenty-four hour dates! You should practically be married!” Josie adds Hazel smiles ear to ear at the thought. “Yeah I really really like her.”

In the next room your having a similar conversation with Isabel while she makes you a vodka cran. “Soooo you and Hazel huh? You look cute together! Are you official yet?” Isabel says mixing up your drink. Your heart skips a beat at her question realizing that Hazel had been talking about you to them.

“O-oh thank you! Um no we’re uh not official yet.” Your stammering with the new people around you most of them focused on you and Isabel’s conversation. “She really likes you Im Sylvie by the way.” A girl with kind of crazy eyes hold out her hand. Your blushing HARD. You shake her hand and smile shyly. Isabel hands you your drink and pats a spot on the couch for you to sit.

You became aquatinted with the rest of the girls quickly all of them were very friendly giving you compliments. They told you about other friend diners they’ve had and that hazel is a really good cook. This information quite literally had you squeezing your legs together. Every time they said something you didn’t know about her made you fall her that much more.

Josie and Hazel let everyone know that diner was ready. All of you pile into the kitchen to make your plates. You were one of the last to make your way over but Hazel pulls you just outside the kitchen door away from everyone to give you a deep kiss. “I’m really happy your here.” Hazels eyes are twinkling as she smiles softly at you. Her arms snake around your neck bringing you against her.

“Me too your friends are really sweet.” You replied speaking into her neck with your head resting on her shoulder. You can feel the alcohol doing it’s job properly loosening you up. “Aww im happy your having a good time honey.” Hazels pressing a kiss into your hair. “Yeah I am! But don’t think I forgot about earlier honey.” Your stern voice returns as you raise your head squinting your eyes at her. “I’m hungry let’s eat.” Patting her cheek you give her a forced smile then walk into the kitchen.

She swallowed trailing behind you ridding the back of her neck. They had put the dinning table outside to eat on the patio. Making it really cute hanging up lights and lighting candles. It was casual and cozy like something you’d put on a Pinterest board. You and Hazel were sat next to each other. Both of you could feel energy buzzing off of each other making eye contact knowing what each other were feeling.

Your hand found it’s way to the inside of Hazels thigh caressing. Protected by the table cloth no one knows but the two of you. You watch as she straightened and broke eye contact trying to focus on the plate in front of her. She having trouble concealing her neediness, showing on her face instead. Her eyebrows pushing together and biting her lip. Everyone’s sat now so you pull your hand away to start eating. Hazels quick to catch your wrist for a moment.

Her eyes were serious and you matched them ultimately winning the silent fight for dominance. She let go and you smirked and shrugged mouthing a “what?”. Hazel licks over her teeth and is visibly frustrated running her fingers through her hair pushing it out of her very hot face.

Josie made pasta dish with bruschetta on the side and it was goodddddd. Everyone finished very quickly talking amongst themselves sipping wine pretending to be full fledged adults. You excused yourself to use the restroom not paying any attention to Hazel as you got up. Making your way to the restroom you felt your heart start pounding again.

Once your in and locked the door you pull your phone out of your bag and open your messages with Hazel. The pictures you had sent her earlier weren’t the only ones you took. You paused midway through your studying to have a full on photo shoot in a sage green lingerie set. Some of them were really, really dirty at least for you. You weren’t going to send them to her today but after what she did these couldn’t wait. You picked out your favorite and sent it to Hazel.

You: 1 message

Not paying much mind Hazel opened your message that read “turn your brightness down” her face contorted in confusion but she did it anyways.

You: 1 Image

Hazel chokes when a picture of you with your legs spread infront of a full length mirror pops up. The small thong you had on barely covering you. Your bra was mesh leaving nothing to imagination.

Hazels nearly sitting in a puddle holding her phone close to her face so no one else sees. Her hand shakes from excitement but also anger. Your playing with her and have been all day. Britney turns to Hazel hearing her struggle. “Hey are you good?” Hazel looked like she was in pain. She slams her phone down quick onto her lap. “Oh y-yeah I um my drink went down the wrong pipe heh.” Britney doesn’t question anymore just nodding and turning back to talk to PJ.

She starts to type but you’ve already come back. Jumping back into conversation with everyone wide grin lighting up your face. Hazels quiet, staring holes into your head. It was her turn to wind you up. Placing her hand on your thigh she slowly walks her fingers higher to swipe over your clothed cunt with her pointer and middle finger stroking for a moment. Making you stutter mid sentence and shoot up in your seat.

She watched your face the whole time reveling at how she was able to make you squirm. After a minute of torture she took her hand back. You finished your thought and immediately pick up your phone.

You: I hope you still hungry.

Hazel picks up her phone and and shifts her eyes to you.

Hazel: ???

You: cause we’re having dessert at my place.

Hazel can feel her heart beat quicken. She might go into cardiac arrest if you make her any more flustered.

Hazel: can we leave I don’t think I can wait I’m being so serious.

You look over at her incredulously. Only to be met with the sight of Hazel bouncing her leg nervously looking over at you with dark heavy eyes. She looked like she was going to EAT YOU.

You: tell them I have work in the morning.

Not even a minute later she’s turning to you. “Don’t you have work early tomorrow babe?” Hazel let it slip from her mouth feeling nervous about lying. It got the effectively got the attention of everyone. “Yeah I have to get up at like 5.” You said with faux disappointment. “Oh wow well we should probably go then and um go home heh.” Hazels so bad at lying you literally have to hold back from laughing. Biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah probably it’s been really nice thank you for having me over.” You get up from your seat and Hazel quickly gets up as well. “Yeah totally it’s been uh great meeting you.” Josie says confused at the urgency she sees in Hazel. You say your goodbyes. Then Hazels rushing you out of the house with her hand on the small of your back.

Josie says goodbye one last time at the door then closes it. Both you and Hazel run to the car. She’s already pushing you up against the side kissing you hungrily. You pushed her away grinning at her. “My needy needy girl.” Hazels legs feel like there’s jelly at your words. “Let’s get home first alright.” You brush a piece of hair behind her ear she nods finally getting into car. The car ride back to your place is quiet Hazels gone pretty much non verbal till your parked outside of the apartment complex.

Shes quick to get out and walk around to your side and open the door for you. Hastily making it into you apartment your pushing her up against the door as soon as it’s closed. Unbuttoning her shirt and undoing her belt. She throws her head back against the door with a thud. Her mouth hanging as you leave kisses up and down her neck. One of her hands is holding the back of your head not wanting you lips to ever leave from that spot as she lets out soft whimpers.

“I-i w-want you so f-fucking bad please y/n.” she sounds like she’s about to cry. You nip then let your tongue roll over her skin. She shivers hissing at the sensation.

You disconnect your lips from her neck. “Yeah? You wanna make me feel good baby?” You replied in a sultry voice you breath fanning over her ear. She nods eagerly and you connect your lips again. As you both stumble around she’s pulling your shirt over your head; frenzied her actions are sloppy and rushed. She’s so overwhelmed with her own need.

Somewhere in the blur you make it to your bedroom standing besides your bed. Hazel takes in the green lacy bra your wearing her eyes pleading with you. The image of you in front of the mirror flashes in her head. She thinks about the little tiny thong you’re probably wearing. She’s sent into hyper drive yanking your skirt down eagerly. “oh f-fuck” She’s squeaks out pathetically. Sinking to her knees for a second time today rubbing the tops of your thigh looking up at you.

Her shirt hangs off her shoulders and her pants are sagging on her hips its a whorish display. “Please l-let me, fuck, taste you I want you make you f-feel good.” Her breathless words send shocks to your core. She brings the pad of her thumb up against the wet spot on your panties.

“I need to make you feel good.” Hazels tugging at the band your thong impatiently. Her eyes are glistening in the low light of your room. You don’t answer her yet sitting back on your bed you open your legs for her. Moving your panties to the side to let her see how wet you are. Letting your actions speak for you instead. Hazel practically jumps between your legs and she devours your thighs. Kissing and sucking the plush flesh like it’s the only thing that’ll keep her alive. She’s looking up at you back and forth while hurriedly taking your thong off.

“Your so pretty on your knees like this honey.” You grab her attention puppy dog eyes look back at you. “Oh t-thank yo-“ You open your legs wider for her to get better view of you. “I wonder how pretty you’ll look with your lips on my clit.” You cut her off smirking down at her. Hazels mesmerized by you. Running her finger down your slit. She moves closer to your core you can feel her uneven breaths against you. Her shaky hands grip your thighs before diving in.

“Hazel~” you moan out her name feeling her lips kiss your clit sweetly. She whimpers into you at the sound of her name spilling from your lips. She get more hungry and confident her grip on your thighs getting rougher and stronger. Licking stripes up and down your cunt like she’s never had anything as good as your pussy. You grip her hair tugging a bit. She pulls away for just second to catch her breath. Her lips pull into a smile and she giggled to herself.

“We should done this a lot sooner I could do this forever.”

She said breathlessly then reattached her lips to your clit sucking it. Flicking her tongue in a way that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. She hums knowing it would make you feel that much better. Your legs start to shake threatening to close around her head. Hazel feels pride swell in her chest. Her biceps pop as she prying your legs open.

“Oh f-fuck! God if i knew you could eat p-pussy like this-“

Hazels tongue is working over time. She shoves her face into your pussy and shaking her head back and forth. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh my god Hazel!”You can feel her smiling into you, adding a finger and curling upwards sending you over the edge. You grip into her hair keeping her still while you grind into her mouth. She drags you through your orgasm licking up every bit of arousal. When you finally let her go she’s panting hard. You almost feel bad poor baby couldn’t breath with you grinding into her face so erratically.

You look at her with tired eyes and regret not making her cum first. Hazels staring back at you like your the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. “Did I make you feel good?” Hazel asked you dumbly her lips and chin covered in your arousal. She wanted praise. Her core is aching squirming where she was on her knees. “Yes baby.” You said giving her a soft smile. “You did so good my pretty girl.” You praised her stroking over her cheek. She sucks in a breath at your use of words.

Your thumb swipes over her bottom lip asking for entry. Hazel obliged opening her mouth for you. You place your middle and ring finger on her tongue. Moving them forward just to see her gag around them. Pulling them out of her mouth with a pop you bring your them to you lips and suck them. You can taste yourself. “Stand up baby.” Shes quick to her feet standing over you. You gently finish undressing her laying her down.

Letting your hands roam all over her soft skin. Kissing her hungrily she’s moaning into your mouth at your roughness. Your hand snakes down between your bodies to slowly rub her clit. She whimpered so sweetly it made your heart hurt. Disconnecting lips every couple second to catch your breath. Panting into each other’s mouths. Hazels hips buck against your hand and you stop going to straddle her hips.

She whines into the room grabbing for you. She missed your lips as soon as they were gone. You tut. “Trust me baby its gets a lot better than that.” You said while you position yourself to straddle one of her legs and raise the other up. Hazels eyes get wide realizing what you were about to do. “Wait fuck holy f-fuck, wait, shit your so hot.” You can’t help but giggle hovering over her soaked pussy feeling each other’s warmth.

Finally making contact Hazel exhales in relief. She reaches to hold your hand. Interlocking your finger together she’s making you melt over and over again. You slowly grind down both of your slick mixing making a sound that has both of you blushing. Hazels hand tightening in yours as her mouth hangs agape. The layer of sweat that’s formed makes her glisten. Your clits are bumping each other syncing as you both get into a rhythm. Hazels other hand is resting on her forehead like she can’t believe what’s happening.

“You look so good right now, your pussy feels s-so good ahhh-a!” She’s losing her fucking mind at how your tits bounce with ever thrust. Watching the way your mouth hangs open and your cheat heaves. She’s in heaven. She’s thought about a moment like this since the first date. How the setting sun hit the water just right to make your face glow. How you slowly pulled her in for a kiss. How she blushed after you told her how pretty her smile was.

The leg your holding up starts to shake and it puts an absolutely blissful smile on your face. Hazels making whines that almost sounds like cries as you start to quicken your thrust. She squeezes her eyes shut moans erratically. “Ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Y/n nghhhh!” You lightly slap her thigh trying to get her attention. “Look at me honey, you don’t want to me to stop do you?”

Hazel shakes her head begging. “No no no p-please I’m almost there please.” A tear rolls down her cheek from the stimulation. It gets hard to keep your hold on her leg she’s shaking so hard. Her eyes focus on you barley open and droopy. She’s whispering but it’s inaudible just a jumble of words saying how hot you were or how good your pussy is. Your watching her sympathetically.

“I-I’m im gonna cum p-please cum with me baby.” She asks you politely her voice nothing but a horse whimper her grip on your hand gets weaker. “O-of course baby.” You hips stutter feeling your orgasm possess you. Moving your hips best of your ability. Hazels eyes completely rolled back as she lets out a high pitched moan bordering on scream.

Riding your highs out together as arousal coats both of your thigh. You drop Hazels legs all but collapsing next to her out of breath. Hazels almost as exhausted as you were. Turning her head to look at you. Her eyes scanning over your tired face a small proud smile is spreading over her face. Hazles moving closer to you to entangled her limbs with yours. Getting as close as possible. She strokes down your hair and pushes it out of your face.

She slowly pulls you into a deep loving kiss. Pulling away you there listening to each other breath. Hazel starts to speak feeling nervousness wash over her.

“Can i ask you something.” Her voice is tired and weak.

You nod your head waiting to hear what she had to say. Hazels eyes were shifty. “I want to call you my g-girlfriend. Like I want to be with you. I-I want to-“ she stammered through her words till you cut her off with a kiss.

“I would love that.” You smile brightly and Hazel does the same letting out a sign of relief. Her excitement waking her just a bit. She goes to leave kisses all over your face. “I-“ she places a kiss. “Like you-“ she places another. “So so much.” She places a final one on your lips. She has you giggling like a fool. “I like you more,” you pause for a moment wearing a coy expression. “Wanna go take a shower?” You look up at her through your lashes tracing circles on her lower stomach.

“Round 2 already?” Hazel jokes sitting up in the bed.

(Thanks for reading pookies🥰)

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ohitslen · 1 year

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Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

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Gourmet Street: Dungeon Meshi meets God of Cookery

With Dungeon Meshi being in public eye again with the Netflix series, I thought it would be a good time to shoutout again about Gourmet Street, my free (tips appreciated) Street Food Fantasy zine! Big thanks to our wonderful artist and layout man @feralindiecharlie

A New Setting! - Gourmet Street, a collection of scattered and bizarrely connected alleyways, it seems to pop up in any settlement large enough to begin thinking of itself as a city. Stacked high in wood carts, laid out on intricate rugs, swimming in a myriad of sauces, food is the name of the game on Gourmet Street.

ONE MILLION Food Vendors and Menus! - Never eat the same thing twice! Generate from 8,000 possible unique food vendors and LITERALLY ONE MILLION possible dishes; ranging from Soft-shelled Crabman Sandwiches with Tzatziki sauce and Egg Coffee, to Myconid Zapiekanka in Pesto with a shot of Absinthe!

Food Factions! - From the hyper-radical (and slightly deranged) Neuvo Gastro-Alchemists, to the fanatical and militant Vinegar Knights, the food factions each come with their own wants, goals, and boons, IF you choose to serve them...

A One-Page Adventure: ESCAPE FROM GOURMET STREET! Help a pair (or trio) of star-crossed lovers escape from Gourmet Street in a Snake-and-Ladders inspired chase! Fend off rival lovers, food cart brawls and escaped dishes as you dash through the alleys of Gourmet Street!

And More! Monsters, magic items, and cookbooks for both Players and GMs to use and abuse!

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Take Me To Dinner First(Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru)

warnings: smut, male x male, character x character, no reader, oral sex(male receiving), slight fluff, mentions to previous intimacy between Nanami and Gojo pairings: Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru summary: Gojo surprises Nanami for his birthday...in more ways than one. a/n: my first fic with character x character! Hope you all enjoy!

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“Knock knock,” Gojo’s voice sounds out from the hallway. His hands are full as he reaches Nanami’s office door.

Nanami looks up from his work and sighs. “What do you want, Gojo?”

Gojo practically prances over t0 the younger man’s desk. He places a few packages down as well as a beautifully decorated gourmet cake. The icing spells out: “Happy Birthday Nanamin”, much to Nanami’s chagrin. He’s not fond of celebrating his birthday. It only reminds him that he’s one year older and that he can’t celebrate with Haibara.

“Happy birthday!” Gojo cheers before leaning in to kiss Nanami’s cheek.

Nanami freezes. He wasn’t expecting this from Gojo. The gifts and the cake, yes. But The kiss? No. Not that. He looks up at Gojo and sighs.

“You know I’m not the most fond of sweets.” Nanami explains.

Gojo frowns, “But it’s your birthdaayyyyyy,”

Kento sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s a little impatient with the situation, but his heart is melting. For Gojo to even remember that today was his birthday, it meant a lot to Kento. He finally begins to open some of the gifts.

A new tie, a brand new top of the line electric razor, some monogrammed socks, and a few passes to go to the fancy spa that Gojo sometimes frequents. Nanami is quite impressed. He reaches for the cake, but Gojo slaps his hand lightly.

“I’ve got a better idea!”

Nanami raises an eyebrow as he watches Gojo lock the door. Then when the tall man returns, Nanami feels his heart racing. Gojo gets down on his knees.

“W-what are you doing?” Nanami asks, a little breathless.

“Awh, can’t I take care of my little kohai on his birthday? Can’t I give you something better than a cake, Nanaminnnn~”

Gojo’s voice was way too flirty. Nanami could feel his cock twitching in his expensive dress pants as Gojo begins to unbuckle his belt. Nanami gasps when Gojo removes his blindfold. It’s been a while since Kento has seen those beautiful blue eyes.

Satoru chuckles softly as Kento eagerly raises his hips to help take his pants off faster. Then when Satoru gently palms Kento’s cock through his boxers, Nanami lets out the cutest moan that Satoru has ever heard from his underclassman.

Kento is thick, long and sensitive. Gojo loves being able to do this for him. It’s been a long time since they were intimate and he knows he’s going to enjoy every minute of it. Satoru begins stroking him, making Kento grunt softly.

“You sound so fucking sexy,” Gojo comments before licking the tip. “So sensitive, huh?”

Nanami pouts. “Shut up. I’m not—ahhh fuck, please Gojo.”

Gojo smirks before he wraps his lips around the tip of Kento’s cock. This is heaven for both men. The way Gojo uses his tongue around the weeping tip already has Nanami shuddering.

Gojo looks up at the blond man, watching as he squirms and shudders with every bob of his senpai’s head. Gojo moans around Kento’s thick cock and he’s savoring the musky flavor of his precum. Nanami grips onto the arms of his desk chair so hard. He feels his balls drawing up already.

“Gojo, wait, wait—ah fuck, please I can’t last much longer.”

Gojo pulls off Kento's cock, stroking him lazily as he looks up at the man. He smirks before giving the tip a little sloppy kiss and lapping up all the precum gathered there.

“Can’t last that long, huh? Where did all your stamina go, hmm?”

The teasing is making Nanami’s head spin. Gojo’s hands are incredibly soft as he strokes Nanami’s cock. Then there’s a loud moan that erupts from Nanami’s lips as Gojo deepthroats him in one movement. It’s been a very long time since anyone has deepthroated Nanami.

A guttural groan rumbles in Kento’s chest as he feels the knot in his stomach tighten impossibly tight. Pants and whines fall from his lips as Gojo swallows around him. Nanami clutches Gojo’s hair and bucks his hips a few times as he falls over the edge. A loud moan erupts from him as he spills his seed down Gojo’s throat.

Gojo swallows it all eagerly. Then he slowly pulls off Nanami’s cock. He then leans up and kisses Nanami, which surprises the younger man. They kiss passionately for a few moments.

“Happy birthday, Kento. Hope that was a nice surprise for you.” Gojo says as he gets up on his feet and places the blindfold on his face.

Kento pants and laughs. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. But…thank you.”

Gojo opens the cake and retrieves a slice. He begins feeding it to Nanami.

“Next time,” Nanami says between bites of the gourmet cake. “Take me to dinner first.”

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For All Time, It Was Always You

Chapter 4: Kitty Makes Three

(Pairing: Loki x Wife!Reader)

Click here for Chapter 3: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Summary: Your husband comes home from work, and he's brought someone new.

Warnings: None, really. Fluff and allusion to smut

"Loki…" You reached behind him and fished a stack of letters out of the mailbox. Among them were a few frivolous catalogs for home and gardening goods, a magazine that proudly advertised gourmet gifts of chocolate, salted nuts, and cheeses, and a few letters inviting Loki - or rather Mr. Laufeyson - to apply for a credit card. You closed the door behind Loki and turned the lock.

The sounds of the evening news floated from the living room television into the hallway…Something about a variant being caught and pruned, identified only by a serial code that you'd never remember. Loki let the kitten jump out of his arms, freeing them so he could give you a hug and a gentle kiss on the lips. His arms encircled your shoulders, the smell of rainwater mingled with the faint smell of sweat becoming apparent as he held you close to him. "My beautiful bride…" He whispered your name with relief in his voice before hugging you again.

You couldn't help but put your arms around him, letting yourself be comforted by the embrace. Standing on the tips of your toes, you pushed some of his dark hair back. "I've got dinner on the table. Why don't you…wash your hands?" You added, "Darling?"

Loki pecked your cheek before removing his TVA jacket and placing it on a hook. "Absolutely." While Loki turned on the water and rinsed the mud off his fingertips, the black kitten cantered towards you, looking up with curious yellow-green eyes.

You knelt down, your smile disappearing as you extended your hand out. "Hello…" The kitten stopped moving for a moment, and then nuzzled against your fingertips, moving her nose to smell you. She meowed, revealing a set of tiny yet sharp teeth. "Although she be little, she is fierce," you breathed, amazed by how docile this kitten seemed despite having such striking features. You began to pet the kitten's head, watching her close her eyes and purr.

"She likes you." Loki remarked with a smirk, exiting the bathroom with a few buttons of his white shirt undone. He crossed his arms and chuckled, leaning against a wall.

You looked up. "Where did you find her?"

"At work." Loki remarked. When you asked him what exactly he does for a living, he simply said that it's classified, and that he's been recruited to do some work for the agency that protects a Sacred Timeline. "Let's eat, darling. The smell of your cooking is whetting my appetite."

"Of course." Reluctantly moving your hand away from the kitten, you followed Loki into the dining area, where you'd already set dinner for two. "Do you think it'd be alright if I opened a can of tuna for the…?" The black kitten meowed before you could finish.

With a shrug, Loki opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses: one for you, and one for him. "I thought of naming her Sylvie."

Taking the tuna from the pantry, you opened the can. placing it in front of the kitten. She opened her mouth and shook her tail as a little 'thank you'. Then, she took a mouthful of the tuna and chewed it. "Good girl…" You stroked her head once again.

Loki dryly chuckled. "You know, when I tried to call her that, she almost scratched me."

"Maybe she was just getting used to you."

The God of Mischief graciously pulled the chair for you before you sat across from him at the table. "This all looks amazing…Almost made me think it was our anniversary, which I know it won't be for another nine months, two weeks, and three days." Loki served himself a large helping of spaghetti bolognese using a pair of tongs. Before you could even ask if he wanted some cheese grated on top of his food, he already shoveled a mouthful inside. He closed his eyes and moaned, still for a moment before looking at you. "Darling, this is really good." Loki swallows, his fork immediately twirling around the spaghetti for a second mouthful.

"I'm really glad you like it." Watching Sylvie enjoy her tuna from the corner of your eye, you began to eat as well, helping yourself to bites of salad and spaghetti. Not bad, you thought to yourself. Though if you were being honest, much of the taste came from simply watching Loki - yes, Loki your husband - relish every morsel of the dinner you prepared for him. "I'm impressed with how much you remember about our wedding." You let out a small laugh before sipping from your wine glass. "A lot of men tend to forget things like this…Or at least that's what I've heard."

"I'm not like most men." Loki winked. "I thought I made that quite clear on our wedding night. But…maybe you need a reminder, pretty bride." He slurped his spaghetti, leaving a spot of sauce staining the corner of his lip.

You looked down, laughing a little more. "Sylvie can hear you!"

"She'll get used to it."

You and Loki continued to eat while the television in the living room served as background noise. You could hear the cheers and the upbeat music coming from some kind of game show, but it didn't really spark your interest. You were more fascinating by how Loki finished his spaghetti, gulped his wine, and after serving himself another heap of spaghetti, served himself a few spoonfuls of your cucumber salad. You loved the way he dabbed his mouth clean with the napkin after every two or three bites, how he ate the remaining sauce with a spoon after all the noodles were finished, and how he ate his salad one piece at a time. So he'd feed himself a piece of cucumber, and then a piece of onion or tomato, followed by another piece of cucumber. Call it novelty if you will, but there was something…entertaining about watching your husband eat, and learning every little nuance of his.

"How was your day?" Loki asked you after a while, wiping his mouth yet again.

You swallowed a mouthful of salad. "Good. Joyce Hazeldine stopped by with her son Bill."

His eyebrows rose for a moment. "What for?"

"She wanted to visit, see us after the honeymoon. What do you think about having her and her husband at our house for dinner sometime this week?" You casually asked, looking up at Loki.

"Only if Bill comes," Loki chuckled. "Still remember how he was the youngest of my groomsmen. The only one who couldn't come to the bache-" He smiles before correcting himself. "The pre-wedding celebrations, I mean. How is he?"

You shook your head at your husband's mischief. "Not too well. He broke up with his girlfriend."

"Jewel? Good riddance. I remember her grabbing the microphone at our wedding and singing "Like a Virgin" just so she could have everyone know that Bill was the one who…erm, took her innocence."

Eyes wide, your jaw dropped. "What?"

"How can you not remember that?" He laughed while spearing his fork into a piece of tomato. "She even put on a veil while singing."

"And you didn't stop her?" "Darling." Loki ate the piece of tomato on his fork. "It was more fun to watch her crash and burn in her own embarrassment."

You couldn't hold back your laughter, dropping your fork to cover your mouth. "You're so bad!"

He smirked, leaning closer, his blue eyes darker with cunning. "It's why you married me, right?"

"And because of your money." You quipped, relieved to see him laugh in response. After a few moments, you gathered yourself. God, he was so handsome in the candlelight, how were you just noticing the way his eyes glimmered? The way his cheekbones shone and his dark curls fell perfectly in place with no effort? "Loki, I... " Before you could finish, Sylvie purred against your leg. Looking down, you gently scratched her head. "I think she's done with her dinner."

"So am I." Loki rose from the table and put his empty plate into the sink, his eyes on you while you threw Sylvie's empty can of tuna in the garbage and cleared the table. Pleased to find almost no leftovers of spaghetti, you put the remaining cucumber salad into a little Tupperware container destined for the fridge. But just as you leaned forward to blow the candles out, you felt Loki's breath tickle your ear. "Not yet, darling," he whispered.

"No?"

"Not. Yet."

You continued to clear the table, putting the dirty dishes in the sink. As for Sylvie, she trotted into the living room and curled at the foot of the couch, yawning before stroking herself with her paw. She lazily eyed the television, which featured a recorded performance of a lean country singer wearing an all-white ensemble, holding a guitar in his hands. He grinned at the audience, announcing the title of the song he wanted to sing for them tonight.

While the music played, you poured some soap onto a sponge and started scrubbing the stains from the silverware. While you lathered the plates with foam and bubbles, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Loki pressed a kiss behind your ear, swaying with you in time with the song.

Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?

How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?

Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe

We can find us a brand new recipe?

"I'm done cooking for the night," you laughed, rinsing the soap.

I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill

And I know a spot right over the hill

There's soda pop and the dancing's free

So if you wanna have fun, come along with me

Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?

How's about cooking somethin' up with me?

Loki put the cleaned dishes on the rack, and took your wet hands in his. "Loki, what are you doing?" You teased as he led you to the center of the kitchen, his grin wide from ear to ear. As the fiddle began his solo, your husband held you in his arms and moved side to side in a rhythmic fashion. And then, he twirled you, making the two of you laugh while dancing.

I'm free and ready, so we can go steady

How's about savin' all your time for me?

No more lookin', I know I been tookin'

Hows about keepin' steady company?

Loki's hand rested on your hip, slowly wandering down. "I never quite understood why, but you always loved Hank Williams's music. Every Wednesday night, his songs would be on television, and you would always have them on."

"He's…he's got a certain charm." You lied before leaning in to kiss the corner of Loki's mouth. "But his charm is nothing compared to yours."

And that was all that it took for Loki to pull you in for another, deeper kiss filled with devotion as he ran his fingers through your hair. "I love you so much," he murmured against your lips.

"I love you, Loki." You said it as if it were the easiest thing you could ever say. Earlier this morning, when you first found your wedding photograph with him, the word 'darling' could barely escape your tongue. And now? Saying 'I love you' felt like second nature. You leaned in for a second kiss, breaking away with a gasp when you felt your husband gently squeeze your behind through the fabric of the dress. You exclaimed his name, unable to hold back a smile.

"You're so irresistible…" Loki teased, kissing the tip of your nose. "Please, darling…" His hand continued to stroke your rear, and his lips made their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft, enticing kisses. "I can't stop myself."

"I'm all yours tonight…" You sighed before Loki took you by the hand, almost dragging you into the bedroom and closing the door with a slam.

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Tips for Maximizing the Use of Clubs in The Sims 4

Greetings everyone,

If you've played The Sims 4, you're likely aware that Get Together is one of the best expansion packs ever released for the game! It adds new dynamics to your gameplay and social clubs that can be used to improve your sims' lives. In this post, I'll share my favorite ways to use social clubs in The Sims 4 to help you get the most out of them.

It may be a lengthy read, so proceed at your own discretion.

Using social clubs to control sims' autonomy

One of the most significant advantages of social clubs is the ability to control your sims' behavior. Club activities override individual sims' autonomous actions, allowing you to direct their actions in a more productive manner. You could establish a private club for your household and use it to make your sims do chores, study, have fun, or anything else that comes to mind. You can alter club activities at any time as long as you are the club leader.

Creating your own lore through social circles

Friendships and relationships are easy to establish in The Sims 4, but they are often shallow and meaningless. It's more realistic for sims to be friends with others who share their interests or hobbies. By bringing these sims together in social clubs, you can create your own lore and stories.

In addition, you can cause drama and rivalries between different clubs by encouraging mean interactions or by banning friendly interactions with selected ones. Trust me, it brings so much life to your gameplay!

Using social clubs to explore new spaces

In The Sims 4, you can easily stay on your home lot and self-sustain indefinitely, making the game feel isolated and limited. By using social clubs, you can direct your sims to hang out at designated lots or locations, allowing them to explore the world outside their home.

Here are a few examples of social that I use in my game, based on different interests and social circles:

Interest-based Clubs

Adventure Associates: Join our nature-loving social club! We hike, fish, climb, ski, and snowboard. Connect with like-minded individuals and explore the great outdoors. (Requirements: Traits like Adventurous, Loves Outdoors, and skills such as fishing, skiing, rock climbing, etc.)

Budding Pals: Budding Pals is a gardening club for nature enthusiasts to learn plant care through sustainable practices. From novice to expert, join us in cultivating a beautiful and sustainable community garden. (Requirements: Traits like Green Fiend, Loves Outdoors, Animal Lover, Recycle Disciple, and skills such as flower-arranging and gardening)

Covalent Bonds: Not intimidated by rocket science? Think you could solve the Unsolvable Hetu Hypothesis if only you had enough moral support? Want to share electron pairs to create a stable balance of attractive and repulsive forces? Join the Covalent Bonds! (Requirements: Traits like genius, geek, overachiever, and skills such as rocket science, logic, robotics, etc.)

Desperate Homemakers: Desperate Homemakers is an inclusive group of close-knit stay-at-home folks inspired by "Desperate Housewives". They gather to gossip, play cards, and enjoy a bottle of chardonnay every now and then. (Requirements: Unemployed Sims)

Digital Divergence: Digital Divergence is a social club for gamers, coders, and streamers. Meet like-minded people, share ideas, and collaborate on projects. Join us for LAN parties, coding competitions, and streaming workshops! (Requirements: Traits like Geek, Creative, Socially Awkward, and skills such as programming, video gaming, media production, photography)

Epicurean Elites: A circle of select foodies who appreciate fine dining and culinary experiences. Members gather for exclusive events and tastings, exploring new flavors, techniques, and cuisines. (Requirements: Traits like Foodie, Snob, and skills such as Cooking, Gourmet Cooking, Baking, Mixology)

Grizzly Gang: Grizzly Gang: the ultimate club for alpha sports enthusiasts who push limits, crush goals, and dominate fields. Join like-minded beasts to unleash your inner grizzly and reach your full potential! (Requirements: Traits like Active, Bro, High-maintenance, Self-assured, Overachiever, Ambitious, and skills such as Fitness, Snowboarding, Rock Climbing)

Major Chords: Major ‘cause we’re important. Chords ‘cause we sound together. Don’t you want to sound together with us? (Requirements: Traits like Music Lover, Creative, Self-centered, Snob, and skills such as Piano, Violin, Singing, etc.)

Readaholics Anonymous: Are you a seasoned bibliophile? An aspiring writer? Grab your book and join us for lively discussions and plenty of page-turning fun! Our welcoming club offers a warm community of like-minded readers! (Requirements: Traits like Bookworm, Geek, Socially Awkward, and skills such as Research and Debate, Writing)

Tapestry Posse: Tapestry Posse is a social club that brings together individuals who share a passion for arts and crafts such as painting, knitting, cross-stitching, and candle-making. It's a friendly and relaxed community for artists and hobbies alike. (Requirements: Traits like Creative, Art Lover, Snob, and skills such as Painting, Cross-stitching, Knitting, Fabrication, etc.)

The High Society™ is a secretive society of the world's most influential people, from politicians to celebrities. Its true purpose is unknown, but membership is the ultimate status symbol among the elite. (Requirements: Wealth (Rich), Career: Law, Politician, Business, Actor, Entertainer, Military, Detective, Sciencist, Secret Agent, Criminal, and traits like Self-assured, Perfectionist, Ambitious, Snob, etc.)

In order to foster a sense of community and belonging, I suggest adding the 'Insider' trait as a requirement for membership in all clubs. Sims with the 'Insider' trait are naturally drawn to social groups and are more likely to participate in various club activities, ultimately enhancing the overall experience for all members.

Age-based Clubs

Lil' Wabbits: Lil' Wabbits is a playful and imaginative children's social club, where kids can make new friends and have fun with various activities. From dress-up to play pretend, it's all about having a great time in a safe and supportive environment. (Requirements: Age - Child)

Seasoned Seniors: Seasoned Seniors is a social club for elderly folks looking for fun and connection. Enjoy games, outings, and social events in a supportive environment. (Requirements: Age - Elder)

Youthopia: Youthopia is a social club for teenagers that offers fun activities and events to promote friendships and a sense of community. Youthopia is the perfect group for teens to hang out with and have a good time. (Requirements: Age - Teen)

Occult-themed Clubs

Aristoclaws: The Aristoclaws are a pack of wealthy and influential werewolves who balance their strength and ferocity with skilled diplomacy. They defend their territory with sharp claws and fierce howls, but also rely on their ability to negotiate and form alliances. (Requirements: Wealth (Rich), Werewolf (Trait))

Council of The Forgotten: The Council of Eternal Night governs all vampires globally from Forgotten Hollow. This oldest organization holds high esteem, guiding its members to reach their true power and potential. Register your household to connect with fellow vampires. (Requirements: Vampire (Trait))

Coven of the Dusk: Led by an enigmatic teen warlock, this coven follows ancient beliefs and practices green and dark magic for protection. Teenage witches gather to perform divination rituals, brew potions, cast spells, practice herbalism, and celebrate nature. (Requirements: Age - Teen, Spellcaster (Trait))

Faelwyn Union: The Faelwyn Union unites elves to promote peace and protect their rights. They preserve nature, known for their elven lore knowledge. Strong scholars with mutual respect for other races. (Requirements: Spellcaster (in my game, my elves are Spellcasters))

Glimmerbrook Magistrate: The Glimmerbrook Magistrate governs spellcasters, ensuring responsible magic use. Experienced members oversee training, investigate disputes, and prevent misuse. Respected authority in the magical community. (Requirements: Spellcaster (Trait)) Ivanovich House: Led by patriarch Dmitry, Ivanovich House is a vampire clan of northeastern heritage. They keep to themselves, wary of outsiders, and are known for their refined taste and skillful manipulation of those around them.

(Requirements: Vampire (Trait), Vampire Knowledge Skill)

Nzarogg Clan: The Nzarogg Clan, descendants of Windenburg's merfolks, now reside in Sulani. Adapting to their new environment, they retain their culture and traditions. They have no hesitation in putting anyone who opposes them in their place. (Requirements: Mermaid (Trait))

Steelfangs: The Steelfangs are a werewolf pack exclusively for affluent teenagers. With power, wealth, and influence, they rule their territory with sharp claws and a howl that strikes fear into their rivals. (Requirements: Age - Teen, Werewolf (Trait))

Tideglow Tribe: Native to Sulani, this conservative merfolk community sees newcomers as potential threats. Their strength and agility make them formidable defenders of their territory, and outsiders are only welcome if they earn the tribe's trust. (Requirements: Mermaid (Trait))

Additionally, you can make more clubs for your Sims' high school friends, university friends like "Foxbury Alumni," and organize annual events and gatherings to reminisce on old times and friendships.

I hope these examples gave you some inspiration to start your own social clubs and use them to their full potential in The Sims 4. Remember, social clubs are a great way to add depth and variety to your gameplay, and they can help you create unique stories and characters in your game.

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neochan · 2 years

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DEATH WISH (M)

PAIRING | vampire!haechan x vampire!reader

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | lots of cheesy vampire jokes and mentions of blood

A.N | i'm considering making this a full fic, so if you like it, please tell me!

everyone wants to take a bite out of their lab partner every once in a while, right?

especially when his blood thumped and pounded through the bulging vein running along the side of his porcelain neck. he was so fair, almost translucent, and if you narrowed your eyes enough, you might just be able to make out the dark red hue of ecstasy.

okay maybe not everyone fantasized about that kind of biting, but right now you were fighting to control the itch stinging the back of your throat.

it had been a while since your last feed, shifts at the hospital growing further and further apart thanks to your heavy college course load, and it was taking an immense toll on you.

you felt tired all day despite not being able to sleep, your usual bright amber eyes were a dark muddy brown, and of course the worst part of it being the constant itch in the back of your throat that had you looking at everyone like a gourmet meal.

the boy whose neck you had been concentrating on drops the thin test tubes into the rack and turns to you, "so do you want to meet later to finish the lab?"

osaki shotaro was a sweet boy with an even sweeter blood type, and you knew there was no way you could meet with him later without feeding first.

your voice is hoarse when you speak, "i can't tonight." for some reason you think he's going to protest, but he just shakes his head instead, "how about i do the rest since i've been spacing out this entire time." your laugh is more like a dry cackle but he still cracks a smile in return, "it's only fair."

"sounds good to me."

the dried up professor starts barking orders at the class on how to safely dispose of the labs materials. no matter how thirsty you were, you wouldn't touch that old bag of bones with a ten foot fang.

thankfully you and shotaro were quick at cleaning up, because as soon as your professor gives you the go ahead, you're rushing out the door, a promise to finish the lab report thrown over your shoulder. you sprint down the stairs, through the double doors, and out into the open air before you could run into the mass of students being let out for lunch.

a quick stop at the hospital would do you an insane amount of good, so you start to walk towards your car. you opt to take a quick shortcut behind the cluster of academic buildings, but soon an eerie feeling creeps up your spine and grabs at your stone heart.

if you were still human, you bet the hair on your arms would be standing, and your pulse racing.

the undead didn't work that way.

"if you're gonna kill me, can you hurry it up? i got places to be." the joke makes you snort.

as if anyone could kill you.

the concrete sidewalk laid empty, along with the fire escape off to your left. there was no one in sight, yet your instincts were screaming at you the opposite.

"i was gonna start off with a hi, hello, how are you, but if you really want me to, i guess i could..." a whoosh of air rushes over your face and suddenly you're face to face with a boy your age, "i don't particularly like killing my kind though."

alarm bells were ringing through you, the sickening sweet smell of a fresh vampire invading your nostrils. he didn't look dangerous though, his blonde hair in a tousle, eyes a muddy amber.

he needed to feed.

"my campus is off limits."

for as long as you were turned, you had been the only vampire in your town, which made you unkind to...strangers.

"relax. i came to see you." his fangs shoot out, the sharp tips resting on his bottom lip, "the names haechan." why was a freshly turned vampire here to see you? what did he want? and why was he actually kind of cute? "your ability is tactile telepathy?"

"how the fuck do you know that?" now the alarm bells were screaming at you to run. go somewhere and hide until he left.

"my ability is mimicry. i can draw on others power and manipulate it as my own. " he seemed proud, "touch my hand, and you'll see that i'm not gonna hurt you." his left hand juts out for you to take.

you would only need a few seconds of contact to see the last couple weeks of his life, so hesitantly you make contact, a shudder passing through you on impact. it flashes in your mind like a movie, transforming in your thoughts as if they were your own memories.

laughter, tracking, scents, two pairs of eyes, three, four, five? a coven? a... family.

"there's more of you here." you say, withdrawing your hand and taking a step back.

haechans mind was one of the few interesting ones you'd had the pleasure of seeing. since he's freshly turned, he still has the hazy gold glow across all of his memories - as if he was seeing the world for the first time. he was... happy, young, yearning.

he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized basketball shorts, "they want to meet you, but they sent -"

"sent you because you seem the least intimidating." you cut him off, finishing his sentence for him.

you had seen everything.

"...yeah. you saw we don't want to hurt you. we just want to talk."

he was telling the truth, that much you knew, but you'd been alone a long time, why all of a sudden was there a coven of vampires wanting to speak to you?

and why was he here?

you had seen someone you knew in haechans memories. someone you'd known a long long time ago, and he was here waiting for you. he had tracked you down, you could feel it.

might as well go and see what he wanted.

"i'll talk, but i need to feed first."

the boy grins from ear to ear and gives you a wink, "don't worry, i was gonna ask if you wanted to grab a bite anyway."

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the-piantist · 1 year

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|Sweet Tooth| Taishiro Toyomitsu

He stood on the street corner, his hands pressed flat against the window's glass, his eyes wandering longingly along the length of the display before him.

Strawberries were ribboned in a glaze of rich chocolate stripes, handcrafted, flaky truffles, and gourmet chocolate bars neatly arranged in a beautiful basket, nestled between parchment paper. Soft caramels and creamy orange candies, decorated with intricate designs, practically beckoned for a taste.

As some would agree, Taishiro Toyomitsu was incredibly well-known for having an insatiable sweet tooth.

A basket of brownie brittle squares caught his attention, and he knelt for a closer look, his face mere inches from the enticing sight before him.

Suddenly, a rush of brilliant pastel colors flooded his vision as a tray of French macarons was placed before him. Startled, Taishiro reared backward, nearly tripping over his own feet as he straightened up. His attention quickly snapped at the sudden intrusion, only to be met with a pair of brilliant eyes that rivaled only the smile directed his way.

He could feel the tips of his ears beginning to burn with embarrassment as he smiled back, his hand coming behind his neck in an effort to hide his awkward demeanor.

Taishiro was indeed known for having an insatiable sweet tooth, and that fact was never more evident than when he met the woman before him, whose laughter she barely contained. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Short Prompts are fun to write! And today, we've started with FatGum! <3 Praise Jesus! If you liked the read and would like to show some support, here is my Ko-fi :3 conhttps://ko-fi.com/lyrique Thank you and God bless!

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cainnleacghlovers · 2 years

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My beautiful girl - MØ

Paring: Martin Ødegaard x Fem!Reader

Summary: Even with her hair in rollers, and Bronzer? Contour? Wait, concealer? All over her face, actually, never mind, same thing. Y/N is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and he wants her to know it.

Warnings: Smut (but like really soft smut🥹) and fluff because Martin? Duhhh

“Gotcha you sly bastard!” You cheer, as you finally get the last roller in your hair. You had a habit of getting it stuck, getting frustrated, and instead of gently taking it out, you just rip it out. With half of your hair. Oh well.

You were heading out to lunch with a few friends, and you had the afternoon free (finally) from University. Getting a little glammed up wouldn’t hurt.

Legs crossed, a hot-water bottle draped between your thighs. You can already seen the red patch on your legs from where the heat contrasted the coolness of the London February’s.

Taking a sip of water, and fanning your face, why work out when you can put rollers in your hair? You reach over, hoping you’ll be able to grab your makeup bag without moving, knowing that if you do, you’ll get that weird ‘i just moved now i’m absolutely freezing’ feeling. Grabbing the end of it, you tip the bag over.

Mid fall, you completely regret your decision. Hearing the bag plop on the floor, you cringe.

My Fenty bronzer better not have cracked. You think to yourself.

Lifting the bag, without getting up, scooting on your butt, you inspect the bag. Looks good so far.

A sigh of relief escapes your lips. If there was a fire you’d save the Fenty bronzer, then the Rare Beauty blush, then Martin, and then yourself. Priorities.

As you begin your skin prep, making sure everything is clean. You heard the door open, and a pair of shoes fall to the floor.

A smile stretches across your cheeks, as you apply your moisturiser.

“I’m home kjælighet!” You hear booming up into your shared room.

“Upstairs!” You shout back, your hands moving to find cotton pads as you tip some micellar water onto it, gently rubbing it into your skin.

As you do that, you hear feet stomping up the stairs, and about half way up, there’s a loud noise, with a voice following it. “I’m okay!”

Only Martin, the man who was silk with a football, weaving it through defender and defender, would fall up something so simple as stairs. He was a silly boy, but he was your silly boy.

He stumbled into the room, you checked to see if he had all four limbs. Arm, other arm, leg, other leg. Amazing.

“Did you fall?” You snigger, as his beautiful blue eyes meet yours. His hair a little messy from training. The sun hitting him perfectly. You were one lucky girl.

“Fall for you? Absolutely.” He stated, as he pretends to faint, before sliding on his socks across the wooden floor, and landing beside you as he pulled you in for a hug, careful that he didn’t move your rollers.

Placing kisses all across your face, he pulled away, his tongue hanging out in disgust.

“You taste horrible.” He said, not really mad.

“It’s a gourmet fine wine.” You teased, holding up the bottle in front of him. He was quick to pull you in for another kiss. This one landing on the crown of your forehead, as you melted into his embrace.

Rubbing your hand slowly, he picked up random bits of your makeup.

“Does this all do something different or?” He asked, picking up two of the exact same products. Yes they were the same, but it was on deal. Well, it wasn’t actually on deal. You literally gaslighted yourself into thinking that, knowing you’d cringe if you ever looked at how much you spent in Sephora.

“No I just buy loads of the same stuff, of course it does different stuff.” You retorted. Picking up your primer, squeezing a few drops onto your hands before rubbing it onto your cheeks.

He admired how delicately your fingers moved across your face, and he couldn’t help but smile. God, this boy was in love.

“This is bronzer?” He questioned, his eyebrows peeking up at you as he held your contour stick. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he pronounced ‘bronzer’ his accent making it sound more like ‘bron-steer.’

“Close but no cigar, that’s contour baby.”

“Contour, bronzer. Tomato, Tomato. Same thing.” He huffed. He hated being wrong.

“Forward, right wing. Same thing.” You retorted. He’s explained, how many times? You’d lost count. But you still didn’t get the difference.

He grinned at the joke, and pulled you into him, tickling under your arms. You were a teenage giggling messing fit, as the beautiful boy teased you.

“Martin I have perfect aim of your balls. Let go.” You breathed out, exhausted from the wriggling and wiggling.

“Low blow. Literally.” He joked, making both of you roll on the ground with laughter.

He swore his cheeks were going to fall off from smiling, but your laugh was everything to him. He’d give up everything if he thought it would make you happy.

You two sat in a comfortable silence as he watched you prep your skin for makeup. As you carved out your eyebrows, he bit his lip.

“What do you want?” You teased.

“Can I do your makeup?” He asked.

“Absolutely!” You grinned. Normally, you wouldn’t let anyone touch your makeup, let alone your face, but Martin wasn’t just anybody.

“Well take a seat in the chair.” He joked, raising his eyebrows at you, as he glanced down to his lap.

“Well you behave?” You teased back, sitting down on his lap, his hands protectively finding their way to the small of you back, holding you in place.

“Of course I can. Now let’s get this started!”

—

As he pumped foundation onto your face, he stuck his tongue out in concentration as he began to dab it in with a brush.

“Martin baby, that’s the wrong end. Flip it round.” You said, feeling the stick prod into your gums.

“Oh did I hurt you?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort.

“You’d give my orthodontist a heart attack if she thought you were sitting poking at my teeth.” You joked, as he laughed along. This time rubbing the foundation into your face with the soft part. Much better.

As he moved slowly along your face, careful not to hurt you, you leaned your neck the other way, as the tv caught your attention.

“Mhm eyes this way Skatten.” He scolded, as he used his free hand to pull you closer to him by your neck. You couldn’t lie, that erupted butterflies in your stomach, and the ache started between your legs.

“That’s better. I wanna see those pretty eyes, yeah?” He said, looking in your makeup bag, for what he thought was next. Powder.

This was going to be fun.

—

As Martin continued across your face, you suddenly didn’t care about going out with your friends. It would be a shitty move to cancel on them, but… coke on now! They’d cancel too if they seen the sight in front of you.

“I’m almost done!” He said, looking about for lipstick. He couldn’t seem to find it.

“Under your ass Martin.” You said, and he lifted himself up to see that the lipstick was in fact, under his ass.

“You could say it was, under my nose this whole time.” He joked, in a weird British accent. You’d watched Bond recently, and he was obsessed was speaking in a weird cryptic tone.

You laughed as his joke literally made no sense.

“There’s no one like you baby.” You said, as you patted his thigh and felt his breath hitch. He knew you noticed, and gave you a sheepish smile, as he uncapped the lipstick.

‘Please don’t smudge that Martin. It’s Morphe.’

As he gently brushed the lipstick across your lips, he couldn’t help but stare at them. You couldn’t help but stare at his.

If this was a movie, everyone would be screaming for you to kiss.

“All done!” He said, clearly chuffed with himself. He helped you up, pulling you out of your day dream, as he dragged you into the bathroom so you could see.

Making eye contact with yourself, you can’t lie, you were impressed. Other than the fact, he forgot mascara, he done a pretty good job.

“I think there’s a career as a Makeup artist in the future. Forget football.” You joked, as he moved closer to you, pushing your back against the counter of the bathroom, as he lifted you up onto it, slotting between your legs. His nose brushed yours, as he placed a light kiss on your lips.

“Oh football was just a stepping stone for me to become a makeup artist. That’s my real passion.” He mumbled against your lips.

Sick of your rollers, one had been digging into your head all day, and it was pissing you off, so you not so elegantly, took them out. Martin seen what you were doing, and after watching a few times, he realised what to do, and helped you with the rest.

As you took the last one out, you put your hands through your hair, as he looked at you. Jaw on the floor.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, wow.” He mumbled against your neck, as he worked his way up softly to your lips.

The kiss was sweet, and full of love, as you two melted into each other. However, the soft moan that left his lips as you lightly rubbed on the strands of hair at his neck, switched his mood.

He bit your lip softly, silently asking you for to open up, as he slid his tongue into your mouth. His tongue met yours.

The kiss was passionate, as Martins hands slowly left the back of your neck, and travelled down to your hips, slightly rubbing them, as he mumbled ‘i love yous’ and ‘you’re so beautiful’ into your mouth.

Rubbing his hands down your thighs, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he hands gripped onto your ass, as he slowly guided both of you onto the bed. Slipping on the way there on your micellar water.

“That stupid micellar water. Tried to poison my earlier, and now it’s trying to break my legs. Absolutely dirty.” He said, making you laugh, as he felt the vibrations in his lips, as his lips made their way down your neck.

As he licked and sucked lightly on your skin, he found that spot above your collarbone, and you moaned, and you felt him smirk against your skin in response.

Untying your robe, he slowly slid it off of your shoulders, placing a kiss to each one, before you moved it out of the way. He trailed back down your body, until he reached the valley of your breast. Nudging his nose slightly, he sucked slightly, feeling your breath hitch, as your back arched against him.

Using his hands, he pushed your hips back down lightly, before he lifted them to push your bra strap off of your shoulder. Placing a kiss there, yet again.

“The back baby.” He said, and you moaned at the nickname. Loving the way it sounded with his accent.

Arching your back, he unclasped your bra, and quickly began his work on your boobs.

Starting with the right, he lightly sucked the skin around your nipple before he took the left nipple in his finger, toying slightly on the hardened bud. He switched his attention to the left, and did the same thing, he did in the right.

As good as this felt, the aching between your legs only increased as the sight of his swollen lips and messy hair.

“Martin please- do something.” You moaned, as he moved his way down to your stomach, playing with the waist band of your shorts.

“Tell me what you want baby.” He said, his boice husky from lust, as you felt his hardened dick across your thigh, only adding to your arousal.

“I don’t care, just t-touch me.” You managed to get out, your hands finding his hair.

“That’s all I needed baby. Now you sit back and look pretty.” He said, flashing you a wink, before he placed a wet kiss on your lips, as he trailed back down your body to your shorts.

“You’re so beautiful. So damn beautiful.” He said. You wouldn’t blushed at the compliment, but the cage was becoming painful and you just wanted him to do something.

He pulled your shorts down your leg, placing light kisses on your hips. He took the top of your panties in his teeth, as he slowly pulled them down your legs, eventually taking them off when his hand, as he placed wet, warm kisses on your inner thighs.

He worked his way up your thigh, giving you one last smile, as his lips found your aching core. Your back arched immediately at the contact, and your thigh closed around his head. He pried them back open with his hands.

He lightly sucked your clit, before trialing his finger up to your dripping pussy. One hand drew patterns in your thighs, and you felt the vibration of his moan against your clit as you tugged on his hair.

“Fuck Martin, that f-feels so g-good.” You managed to get out, that only added fuel to his fire, as he pushed a finger inside of you.

It was embarrassing honestly, how you were such putty under his hands, but god was he good with his tongue.

As he continued to suck on your clit, he added another finger, and he began to pump them out of you painfully slowly.

“Martin p-please.” You begged.

“That’s my name yes.” He replied smugly, as he looked back up at you. His dick twitching in his shorts as he seen your naked body, slightly red from the marks he’d made.

“F-faster.” You begged, eyes at the back of your head, as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He twisted, pushing his fingers back into you at a much faster pace. When he reached the spot he knew you loved, he began to scissors his fingers. He felt your walls clenching tightly around him, and he knew your body better than you.

“Cum all over my finger’s beautiful.” He said, as your orgasm washed over you, and your vision became foggy.

You didn’t even see him move back up, but you felt your lips against his, and you tasted yourself.

“Have I told you you’re so beautiful?” He said, sounding like a broken record. Your favourite broken record though.

“Have I told you you’re really good with your tongue?” You moaned, as you used your hands to tug his t-shirt off. The sight of his abs making you weak, in your already weak knees.

He pulled his shorts off, and he stood there in his boxers, as he pushed a strong thigh in between your legs.

His tongue, which has just been in your dripping pusey, now roamed your mouth. And you began to rub yourself up and down on his thigh.

His breath hitched, as he too, felt the friction between your pussy, and his clothed dick.

Pulling his boxers down, you reached down to give him a few strokes, his eyes closing, and mouth opening as he moaned lightly in response. Leaving down beside your ear, so you could hear him. His slightly damp hair brushing against your forehead.

“You make me f-feel so good baby. No one l-like you.” He moaned, as you seen pre-cum leak from the top of his dick.

“N-need you so-o bad gorgeous.” He breathed out, his forehead resting against yours, as you both panted into each panted mouths.

He slotted himself between your legs, and look down on you to get confirmation. You nodded your heard, unable to speak from the pure pleasure that has washed over you.

“Need you to tell me what you want baby.” He said, as he brushed a piece of curled hair behind your beard, rubbing your cheek lightly, as his eyes looked lovingly into yours.

You never felt closer to him, than in moments like this.

“P-please keeping going Martin.” You breathed out, as your hands rubbed lightly down his toned abdomen.

He wasted no time in pushing into you lightly, giving you both time to adjust. Both of you moaning from the contact. He pushed himself back out of you, and into you again.

“So fucking t-t-tight around me. Always s-so good.” He moaned into your lips, as he pulled you in for a kiss. You back arching off of the bed, as he began to pick up the pace. His lips trailed down to your boobs, and he began to kiss around them.

His hand snakes up to find yours, as he held your hand beside your head. The bed slightly shaking from Martin moving in and out of you.

As he thrusts became sloppier, and less precise. You knew he was close, and that feeling in your stomach returned.

“Cum for me Martin.” You breathed looking into those beautiful blue eyes.

Feeling your eyes on his, he looked into yours, and smiled.

“I love you Y/N. So so much.” He moaned, as your walks began to clench around him.

“I love you too Martin. So so so much.” You moaned back into lips, as he threw a few more sloppy thrusts before he came inside you, muttering nothing but loving words in Norwegian to you, as he played with your clit softly, and it wasn’t long before you too, came around him.

He stayed in you, smiling down at the sight in front of him.

Messy hair, swollen lips. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

As you two both caught your breaths, he pulled out of you, whining at the loss of contact, he collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest.

Rubbing ‘I love you’ into your back, you snuggled into him.

“We need to clean up.” You said, this was your least favourite part of sex.

“Good thing there’s a modern day invention called the shower!” He lightly joked, before picking you up bridal style and heading into the bathroom.

This man was everything to you, and you too, were his everything.

Eehh! I actually really like this!! Let me know if you want a part 2 of the shower scene🤭

#footballer imagine #martin odegaard #martin odegaard imagine #martinodegaardsmut #martinodegaardfluff #martinodegaardxreader #martinodegaardfanfic #martinodegaardxyou #footballer x you #footballer smut #footballer fluff

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asimperingswannsong · 1 year

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The Silent Type

I'd like to dedicate Part 2 of this fic to Jan Steven's neck ruff. 💅 I salute you. 🫡 👑

Jan Stevens (Flux Gourmet)/Deslys (OFC)/Manuel & Pilcher (OMCs and honestly afterthoughts)

SMUT! Good ole fashioned smut NSFW 18+ It's a triple penetration party & the whole crew is invited.

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Deslys walked into Jan's atelier and stood regarding her for a moment as she was bent over her drafting table reviewing stills from their most recent performance through a jeweler's loupe.

She was wearing a tailored waist length black jacket with a white silk neck ruff, gauzy multilayered floor length tulle skirt, and a pair of four inch black heels. She paired her signature red lip with that absurd smoky eye that fully engulfed her eyeballs and caused Deslys inexplicably to think of the monster from the black lagoon.

Deslys approached her and Jan startled when she realized she was no longer alone. They stared at each other in silence. Jan didn't bother to ask any questions as she knew she wouldn't receive a response. Her gaze dropped to Deslys' hands, which were holding a necktie. The ends were being wrapped around each of her hands; just that action combined with the intensity of Deslys' gaze caused warmth to pool in Jan's core like a Pavlovian response.

Deslys dropped one end of the tie and approached Jan. She placed her hand behind her head and pulled her in roughly for a kiss. As soon as their lips made contact Deslys pressed in backing Jan up against her table while reaching down and unbuttoning her jacket.

Deslys tore it down and off of her while licking into her mouth. Next she ripped the blouse open and down, leaving behind just the neck ruffle. Jan wore nothing else up top.

Deslys grabbed the top of Jan's skirt and peeled it down as she broke the kiss to move down Jan's neck, sucking hard and leaving a trail of marks. She took her by the hips and coaxed her to step out of the skirt which she kicked to the side as she leaned down and licked her nipple. Jan groaned and clutched Deslys' shoulders.

Deslys was pleased to see Jan wore no panties to match the lack of bra. She was left in only heels and a neck ruff. Deslys ran her fingers through Jan's slit to test whether she was wet and removed them covered in slick. She took her by the hips once more and turned her around facing her away.

She palmed the back of her head and pressed it down pushing Jan's face onto her worktable while slipping a foot between her legs and gently tapping the sides of her ankles to part her legs. Once she was in place, bent double over the table, she smacked her hard across the ass leaving a red spot behind and causing Jan to whimper.

She took one of Jan's wrists and tied it in the necktie before wrapping it up and around the top corner of the table, looping it around the table leg. She then pulled Jan's free hand up and tied the wrist to the other end of the tie holding her in place.

She shoved two fingers into Jan's cunt and curled them inside collecting more slick before removing them and circling Jan's asshole dipping first the index finger inside before adding her ring finger and scissoring them to open the ring of muscle. She worked the opening until Jan's muscles relaxed.

Deslys then pulled out and reached down unzipping her trousers removing the strap she wore. She took lube from her jacket pocket and spread it down the length before pressing against Jan's opening with the tip. Jan wiggled her hips. "Please, please use my cunt," she pleaded. Deslys ignored her and pressed inside. "Ungh," Jan groaned at the stretching sensation.

Deslys pressed Jan's face more firmly onto the table as she bottomed the strap out in her ass. She gripped Jan's hips tightly digging her nails in until the skin broke before she began thrusting forcefully into her.

Jan could feel slick from her unused cunt spreading down her thighs as Deslys reached beneath her and squeezed hard at one of her nipples. The muscles of her ham strings started to burn from the overextended position she stood in, and her ass burned from the stretching she was receiving. The grip on her hips was bruising. The discomfort was making her wetter; she was dripping onto the floor below her.

Jan turned her head and saw Manuel standing in the doorway watching Deslys fuck her in the ass. He was rubbing his clothed cock. When their eyes met he unzipped his trousers and freed his erection; jerking off as Jan continued to watch him. She felt her orgasm building in her belly and she began whining and wiggling her ass. She was desperate to have attention aimed at her cunt.

Deslys smacked her hard on the ass again stopping her wiggling but not her whining. Jan was eager for release but couldn't make herself cum from the pressure inside her ass. Finally, mercifully, Deslys reached down and under Jan, stroking her clit fast and a little rough.

Jan came almost immediately clenching down tightly on nothing and sending more slick sliding down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. Deslys loosened her grip on Jan's hips and slowed to a languid pace continuing to fuck her as Jan sprawled across the table.

Manuel spoke up, "Is that a share toy?" Deslys removed a knife from her jacket and opened it. She reached up and cut the tie from the table freeing Jan's wrists. She slid the strap from her ass and ran an arm under her belly coaxing her up off the table.

She led Jan backward locating the ottoman behind them with the backs of her legs. Deslys sat down and pulled Jan back by her hips opening her legs to either side of her feet. She pulled her back and down pausing to line the strap up before impaling her ass on it as Jan lowered onto her lap.

Deslys leaned back further pulling Jan with her and causing her legs to spread open wider. Manuel walked over and stood between Jan's legs. He reached down and flicked the neck ruffle with the end of his finger. "Cute."

He knelt down and shoved his cock into Jan's cunt. She gasped then moaned before latching her hands onto his arms as he crawled on top of her sandwiching her between himself and Deslys as they fucked both her openings.

She dropped her head back moaning at the fullness inside of her. Her eyes slipped closed and when she opened them again, she found Pilcher in the doorway. "Must have missed the invite." No one spoke to him. Deslys and Manuel continued to fuck Jan while Manuel enclosed one of her nipples inside his mouth. Deslys was busy placing open mouthed kisses along Jan's shoulder blades.

Hearing no feedback, Pilcher walked over and looked down. Jan stared up at him slack jawed; eyes unfocused. Pilcher smirked and reached down inserting two fingers inside her mouth and shaking them around a little as though he were checking the wetness of her cunt.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth as he opened his trousers removing his cock and spreading her spit down the length of it as he worked himself until he hardened fully. He then grabbed the back of Jan's head and held it firmly as he shoved himself into her mouth.

When he hit the back of her throat she gagged slightly. "Be a good girl and try a little harder," he said before continuing to press in. Finally she relaxed enough for him to slip past the muscle and into her throat.

Jan's eyes rolled back and her brain shut off. She was just three erogenous zones being fucked and filled with an expanse of skin between that was being mercilessly pinched, caressed, kissed, licked, and sucked from all directions. She offered no resistance as she allowed herself to be used for the pleasure of the trio.

She felt the coil in her belly drawing tight again and her cunt fluttered around Manuel's dick. "Ugh, I think she's getting close. I can feel her getting tighter." They continued to fuck her as Deslys leaned up, placing her lips against the shell of Jan's ear. She breathed against the sensitive thin skin before kissing it gently causing a tingling sensation to run down her neck and down her belly into her core. She kept her lips pressed against her ear as she whispered, "Cum for us sweetheart."

Jan's eyes shot open as she came. Her muscles spasmed causing her body to shake with the force of it. The tightening of her walls made Manuel grunt loudly before cumming inside of her. The muscles in her throat caused PIlcher to finish in her mouth spilling himself down her throat.

Deslys held her hips firmly as she rode out her pleasure swallowing Pilcher's seed and milking Manuel's cock inside of her. They both finished and pulled out standing back and zipping themselves up into their trousers.

Jan lay her head back on Deslys' shoulder with her legs still spread wide. A mix of hers and Manuel's cum dripped from her core onto the ottoman below her. "That was fun," Manuel said. He and PIlcher admired the view once more before turning and leaving.

From underneath Jan, Deslys cupped her jaw and gently turned her head nuzzling her nose against Jan's cheek and placing light kisses along the side of her face and her ear as she gently ran her fingers down and over Jan's body over her breasts, ribs, belly, and the top of her mound before pressing them down further.

She inserted three fingers into Jan's well used cunt causing more of Manuel's cum to slide out. "Oh God please," she cried as she gripped onto the sides of the ottoman tightly. Deslys massaged one of Jan's breasts with her free hand as she fucked her with the other. She squeezed gently rolling the nipple between her fingers.

She released her breast and moved down to tease gently at Jan's clit with her fingertips while continuing to work inside of her. Jan's grip on the edge of the ottoman became white knuckled. Deslys kissed along the back of her neck.

Suddenly the muscles of Jan's upper body locked up and she came a third time before falling slack against Deslys' body. Deslys placed her hands gently at Jan's hips and pushed her up slightly pulling the strap from her ass before positioning her to the side off of her lap and onto the ottoman.

Jan lay unmoving. Deslys stood and zipped her trousers. She turned and walked over to the door, reaching down outside of it. She returned with a robe and a pair of Ugg slippers. She leaned down over Jan and pulled the neck ruff up and off of her before kneeling down between Jan's legs.

She removed her heels and placed the slippers onto her feet. Before rising, she leaned forward and caressed Jan's slick covered thighs admiring the view of her swollen pink cunt. She placed a kiss on the top of mound just above the glistening opening and stood up.

She leaned over Jan and kissed her gently on the lips before wrapping an arm underneath her and pulling her up off the ottoman. Jan stood a little wobbly as Deslys held the robe open for her to slip into it. Deslys tied the belt around her waist and wrapped both arms around Jan placing them over the robe's belt.

From behind Deslys led a sleepy Jan shuffling along in her slippers as they exited Jan's studio and made their way slowly across the grounds of the institute to Jan's rooms. Deslys drew her a bath to soak in before putting her to bed.

#flux gourmet #my fic #gwendoline christie #original female character #wlw smut #drunk writing #smut #fanfiction #jan stevens

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Free Ride

Only retail abuse and some mysterious Tony wooing.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You clock out to the minute and brave Dorothea's glare as she lets you out through the locked doors. The loud click behind you betrays her irritation at your selfish choice not to expend unpaid overtime on her behalf.

You hike up your purse as you keep the heart-shaped box snugly beneath your arm and check bus times on your phone; delayed…

Before you can step off the curb, a honk blasts in the empty lot and you notice a pair of headlights at the edge slowly roll towards you. Your assumption that it was Claudia's husband waiting on her is proven wrong as the tinted window lowers before the car even comes to a halt.

You flinch and step back in surprise as a shadow leans over and the interior lights limn Tony Stark’s unmistakable features. The blunt brows, his finely groomed goatee, and his rich brown eyes. You shift the box as it slips and hug it against your stomach.

"We just closed up–" you say awkwardly.

"Sweetheart," he snickers, "I see you got my present."

You look down at the gold refracting beneath the light poles and offer a tight smile, "uh, yeah, thanks. You know, you really didn't have to. I just hit a few keys on a screen."

"Did you like them?" He asks, ignoring your protest.

"Uh, haven't got to have one yet but–"

"Let me give ya a ride, sweetheart, you shouldn't be waiting out here after dark all alone."

"It's fine, I do it all the time," you chuckle nervously at his insistence. You really don't understand it.

"Get in," he grunts as he pulls the door handle and pushes it open, "I'm in the area. No sense wasting the gas."

You hesitate. You should say no but you feel like you owe him. First an elite warranty then the strawberries.

"Alright," you step off the curb and duck into the car, glancing to the black divider that blocks out the unseen driver, "uh, thanks."

He slides over as you settle in, nearly dropping the box as your purse slips down your arm. He reaches over to catch the box and takes it gently.

"So, you like white chocolate… or dark?" He pops the top off, "wait–" he lays the lid on the seat between you, "I thought you didn't have any. Sneaky."

"Um, no, my manager…" you let the sentence drift, "she was hungry."

"Your manager," he mulls, "is that the one that kept interrupting us the other day?"

"Uh huh," you fidget restlessly, "she's just very hands on."

"Well, I didn't buy these for her," he plucks out one coated in pinkened chocolate, "go on, treat yourself."

He holds it out as you notice the motion of the car. You hadn't even told him where you live. Maybe you should…

You try to take the berry from him but he dodges your hand, "ah," he gestures it past your reach and nesrly touches your lips with it "have a bite."

You poke your cheek with your tongue, the heat in your neck bringing sweat to your scalp. You open your mouth and take a modest bite of the tip and hum in manufactured content.

"Yum," you cover your lips as juice drips from them.

"Delicious," he winks and bites off the other half of the berry, disposing the stem in the empty divet in the box, "gourmet."

"Yeah, uh," you swallow and drop your hand, "I actually live over in the east–"

"Have you eaten? I mean, besides this," he wiggles the box, "I know a place."

"That's nice but I got leftovers at–"

"Hey, Denny," he hits a button and a chirp goes up, "take us to Haven."

He releases the button and you squirm. It's all so generous but unexpected. You should be on a bus headed to your boxy apartment.

"Mr. Stark, really, I think–"

"Please, call me Tony," he slides closer, offering the strawberries, "go on, have another."

#dark tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark #dark!tony stark #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #sweet treats #iron man #mcu #marvel #avengers

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selunesdreams · 9 days

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Chapter 5: Personal Endeavors

“How does it feel?” The tips of Gale’s fingers grazed her collarbone as he stepped away and moved to her side, admiring the Weave as it danced through the crisp night air. “Incredible.” She said, “though I came to you for spell help. This, I could have managed myself…” Gale smirked. “You’re hard to please, aren’t you?” His eyes flicked from their surroundings to her face, taking in her features with unguarded admiration. Turning his body towards hers, something akin to the anticipation of a kiss passed between them. He reached out, a hand gently tracing her jawline and threading through her hair as the Weave connected them. She’d experienced such magical bonds in her classes, but this… Her thoughts became his as quickly as they crossed her mind. It was an opportune moment for intimacy, but certainly not for keeping secrets. She dove into her memory, pulling the one Astarion had shown her the previous night. How Gale had taken her home, tucked her in, and left without so much as an inappropriate glance, like the gentleman he was. But she couldn’t help but imagine… If she had been sober at the party. If he’d approached, and they’d become lost in conversation, long enough for her to realize that Gale Dekarios was far more captivating than their classmates gave him credit for. When the night ended, he’d have asked to accompany her back to her dormitory, and she’d slip her hand inside his as they walked, their fingers intertwining. They’d exchange smiles, a hint of blush visible on the wizard’s cheeks under Waterdeep’s dimly lit streets. He’d escort her to her room and tip her chin up with his forefinger to kiss her goodnight. His lips would part, and her own would demand a deeper kiss, pulling him through the door after her, onto the bed. Her mouth would have sought his hungrily, passionately, as his hand braced her lower back, his knee rising on her left side to position her underneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her free hand trailing to the seam of his- The energy between them surged, and Gale’s reverent expression faltered. He dropped his hands from her face, stepping away. “I…I didn’t think-"

Summary: Astarion really wants to read a book, Florence and Gale share a moment sponsored by his ex, and a familiar devil visits camp.

Pairing: Gale x Named Tav/OFC

Rating: E

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: no major warnings this chapter, other than spiders. See AO3 for chapter-specific warnings.

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Florence stifled a yawn and made her way towards the campfire. Its warm glow illuminated her companions in the early morning light, chatting as Gale prepared breakfast. Cooking duties had fallen to the wizard consistently, and thankfully so, because he seemed to be the most capable, and eager, chef in their party.

A sharp contrast to her own weariness, Gale was finishing a surprisingly gourmet meal with their camp rations, and from what she could tell, was on his third or fourth cup of tea. The memories she’d witnessed last night still nagged at Florence: she’d had no idea Gale once harbored such affection for her, and the furtive glances in her direction as she sat next to Astarion had her wondering whether some of those feelings lingered. Her focus fell to her hands as she picked at the skin around her nails. If the rumors were to be believed, Gale had been with Mystra in such a capacity that Florence’s mortal life would pale in comparison to what the goddess had granted him.

As a bead of blood appeared upon a freshly reopened scab on her thumb, Florence decided that surely Gale Dekarios was over his little crush by now.

“Where’d you hurry off last night?”

Just as she looked up at Gale, he extended a plate of food towards her, her surprise causing her lips to part slightly. He settled down on the log, trapping her between him and Astarion.

“Does it matter?” Astarion piped in, “I don’t know about you all, but I have a strange book with an amethyst-sized hole that needs filling. And I believe there’s a gargantuan spider I need to steal it from.”

Wyll’s demeanor this morning was dark, still reeling from his transformation, but his interest seemed piqued at Astarion’s words.

“Ah, the necromancy tome…” he set aside his untouched food. “Are you sure it’s wise to attempt such an endeavor? That spider is a formidable foe.”

“Well lucky me, I’m surrounded by so many…friends to help me kill it,” Astarion responded in a syrupy voice.

“I suppose I can be persuaded to lend a hand.” Gale said reluctantly. “If there were a chance, you’d let me examine the book as well-”

“No.” Astarion cut him off. “I’m not sharing.”

Gale grunted with displeasure and continued eating.

“Florence? I could use some ranged magic.” Astarion asked, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. She bristled at his touch, slapping away his hand.

“Fine. I have…some spells prepared, I suppose.”

Gale leaned in close. “Are you certain about this?”

She nodded, cutting into her eggs with the edge of her fork, determined to not make eye contact.

“Can we at least finish breakfast first? Gods, Astarion, it’s like you never eat.” Karlach groaned.

“If it’s the same to all of you, I think I’ll spend the day at camp with Scratch.” Shadowheart said, patting their canine companion on the side.

“I have no interest in personal endeavors.” Lae’zel grumbled, “Kill your spider and retrieve your stone if you must, but do not dawdle. The creche still awaits, and our time runs short.”

After discarding her empty plate in the wash bucket, the githyanki departed for her tent. As the rest of their companions cleaned up breakfast, Gale lingered beside Florence, poised to ask her about the previous evening again.

“I should get my spellbook.” She said, leaving before he had the chance.

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As Florence trudged through the blighted village alongside Wyll, mud squelched beneath her boots, the cold wetness seeping through her socks. She’d strategically walked with the warlock. He was eager to vent about Mizora, filling the silence with conversation and leaving no opportunity for Gale to interrupt or question her further about last night. The sooner he forgot, the better.

They reached a set of wooden doors, and Gale knelt to pick the lock.

“Leave the sleight of hand to me, wizard.” Astarion said, intercepting him and pulling out his tools.

“I’m conserving mental energy. But I can cast knock if you’d prefer a quicker resolution.”

“I’d prefer if you stuck to your own talents.” Astarion said as the lock clicked and the door swung open with a loud creak.

“Magic is my talent.”

“Right.” Astarion said, leading them through an abandoned forge. “Any hidden talents? I’m sure all that prattling on you do makes you good with your tongue, no?” He asked, throwing a wicked grin over his shoulder at Florence. She turned bright red as Gale cleared his throat, not bothering with a response.

“So where’s this spider?” Florence changed the subject as she stepped over bits of rubble from a broken wall.

“I climbed halfway down a well yesterday and spotted it around here. I figured there was an easier way in for those of us less…athletically inclined.” Astarion responded, giving her a pointed look. “You don’t seem equipped for rope climbing, my dear.”

“Thank you for your consideration,” she sneered.

Worse than the mud outside, the cavernous depths their companion led them through were covered in spiderwebs and toxic sludge. The air smelled of damp earth and rot, and Florence did her best to hide her disgust behind a neutral expression.

“There it is.” Astarion pointed to a faint purple glowing gem directly behind a massive spider. The beast was easily twice Florence’s size, and her fear of even small arachnids had her tempted to turn on her heel and flee to the safety of camp.

“Are you mad?” she hissed he rummaged through the abandoned belongings of a Lolth worshiper. Whether discarded or orphaned after a tragic accident, Florence couldn’t say for certain..

“You all watch my back. I’ll sneak down to retrieve it,” Astarion said, poking around in a chest and extracting a pair of boots that caught his interest. He held them up, examining them, before swapping them with his current shoes. “Should things get messy…don’t let me die.”

He surprised Florence with a kiss on the cheek before scrambling over a nearby ledge, grasping for footholds on the cragged rock as he descended into the lower level of the caves.

“What was that about?” If Gale had attempted to disguise the irritation in his voice, he’d done a poor job of it.

“Who knows…” Florence’s attention was locked on Astarion, who was tiptoeing past clutches of eggs and juvenile spiders, monitoring the edges of a large hole in the middle of the depths. The bottom was too distant for Florence to determine if it revealed deep waters or something more sinister.

“I don’t like this,” Karlach said, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“His ambition will be the death of him.” Gale responded, sounding just a bit too hopeful.

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” Wyll asked.

The spider matriarch let out a piercing screech, interrupting their conversation, and launched itself at Astarion, its eight legs skittering over the cavern floor.

“A little help, please!” He shouted from below, snatching the amethyst and taking off, narrowly avoiding the hatching nests of eggs and the acidic spit of the juvenile spiders. The matriarch chased after him, and Gale, quick to react, cast a fireball, attempting to slow her pursuit.

Karlach charged forward, her axe at the ready, and took a swing, her blade meeting empty space as the spider deftly phased several feet to the side. Wyll unleashed a bolt of eldritch energy at the spider’s leg, and it dodged again.

“Oh, for the love of…” Florence swore and misty stepped closer, releasing a thunder wave towards the spider. The force rippled through the air, shaking the ground beneath her feet as it caught the spider in its path. The creature froze in shock, tumbling over the edge into the green-hued abyss below.

Gale glanced over his shoulder after casting another fireball, eyebrows in astonishment at her display of power. With a dagger in each hand, Astarion slayed several small spiders as they launched themselves at the wizard, while Karlach and Wyll dispatched the remaining juveniles.

Florence watched from the sidelines, her gaze shifting between her hands and the depths where the matriarch had fallen. Perhaps there was still a trace of the powerful mage she once was within her.

Covered in spider carrion after slaying the final hatchling, Wyll and Karlach bent over, hands on their knees, to catch their breath.

“Well, was it worth it, Astarion?” Wyll asked between breaths.

“Time will tell.” He murmured, holding the gem in the faint light. He retrieved a strange tome from his pack and slipped the amethyst into the mouth of its cover. The book hummed in recognition, casting a shadow across Astarion’s face as he tucked it away.

“Best to explore later.”

“Why are you so interested in necromancy in the first place?” Wyll asked.

“Just curious if there are any tricks in here to evade our tadpoles,” Astarion said, exchanging a warning glance with Florence.

“While I doubt you’ll find information regarding ceremorphosis in a necromancy text,” Gale said casually, “if there was anything in there that could help us, you’d be sure to share it with the group, wouldn’t you? We’re all in this together, after all.”

“Of course.” Astarion’s eyes flicking towards the exits. “Now, why don’t we get out of here? This place is disgusting.”

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After dinner, Florence sat hunched in front of her tent with a glass of wine, engrossed in her spellbook. With her quill poised over a page, she concentrated on a pebble she’d placed on a nearby tree stump, squinting as she whispered incantations at it. Quivering, the small rock tumbled into the dirt. She frowned, tucking away her quill and ink away in her weathered pack. Letting out a weary sigh, she rose from her spot and wandered towards Gale’s tent, nose buried in the pages of her spellbook as her fingers absentmindedly traced the worn edges of its parchment. She flipped through the pages, attempting to make sense of where her telekinesis spell was going awry.

“Gale, could you take a look at—”

Florence’s words trailed off as she turned the corner. Conjured in the wizard’s palm was an illusion of Mystra, the goddess of magic, her goddess.

His goddess.

His face confirmed every rumor she’d heard as he gazed longingly at the illusion.

His lover.

“Oh!” Gale hastily waved his hand, causing the illusion to dissipate. He clenched his fist, chuckling. “You startled me. I was miles away.”

“Was that the goddess in your hand?” Florence asked.

“In a manner of speaking, yes. I was lost in a prayer of all things...” he coughed, then pointed at the spellbook in her hands. “Did you need my help with something?”

Florence looked back down at her open pages.

“Oh…yes. I’m struggling with a couple of higher-level spells. I was wondering if you could tell me what I’m doing wrong.” She admitted.

Gale nodded sympathetically and took her the book from her hands, fingers skimming across the cover.

“Which spell in particular are you having trouble with?” He asked as he thumbed through the pages.

“I…several of them. I’m…out of practice.”

“Ah.” he closed the book with a soft thud and returned it to her. “You know, I too fear losing the command of Mystra’s art.” he shook his head, a melancholy shadow passing over his features. “Magic is…my life. I’ve been in touch with the Weave for as long as I can remember. There’s nothing like it. It’s like poetry, music…well, you know.” His brown eyes shifted ever so slightly as they searched her own.

“I wish I had remained at Blackstaff.” Florence said wistfully. “I’ve…missed the company of other wizards. Under different circumstances, I’d be delighted to have crossed paths with you again...”

The corners of Gale’s eyes creased as he smiled at her, extending his hand palm up.

“Come here, humor me.”

Delicately, she placed her fingertips in the palm of his hand as he guided her away from his tent. Déjà vu tugged at her mind when he released her hand, but she chose to ignore it. Gale gestured in front of himself, conjuring swirls of purple light that danced in the air, nodding towards Florence. She recognized his intentions and instinctively replicated his movements.

“Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao.” Her lips moved subtly, the words spilling from them like a held breath. The scent of rosewater dominated her senses, and nostalgia flooded her heart. Her fingers reached for the locket around her neck, thumb tracing the edge of its gold clasp as the tension in her shoulders fell away for the first time in years. Her stance softened as her hips seemed to roll back into place, her knees unlocking. She felt…safe.

Gale hummed in approval before repeating the words himself. The Weave responded to him strongly, amplifying the relief in every fiber of Florence’s being.

“Very good, as expected.” he circled her, never once breaking eye contact.

“You’re making me feel like one of your students.” she laughed.

“Ah, no, I always found them too irksome. I rather enjoy your company.” He said, slipping behind her, hands coming to rest on her shoulders. His lips hovered over the exposed skin of her neck, and Florence’s cheeks burned in response to his touch. “Now, I want you to picture the concept of harmony as true as you can.”

As her ears throbbed in time with her pulse, she fought to recall her lessons from the Academy, reaching into the center of her mind until she could sense Mystra’s presence. She watched faint threads of violet appear around them, enjoying the beauty of them painted against the stars. For a moment, something inside of her bristled, and she pushed the negative emotion aside. Whether Mystra had a relationship with the man beside her was irrelevant. Florence’s first love was always magic, and she could hardly deny the appeal to win its goddess’ favor.

“How does it feel?” The tips of Gale’s fingers grazed her collarbone as he stepped away and moved to her side, admiring the Weave as it danced through the crisp night air.

“Incredible.” She said, “though I came to you for spell help.This, I could have managed myself…”

Gale smirked. “You’re hard to please, aren’t you?”

His eyes flicked from their surroundings to her face, taking in her features with unguarded admiration. Turning his body towards hers, something akin to the anticipation of a kiss passed between them. He reached out, a hand gently tracing her jawline and threading through her hair as the Weave connected them. She’d experienced such magical bonds in her classes, but this…

Her thoughts became his as quickly as they crossed her mind. It was an opportune moment for intimacy, but certainly not for keeping secrets. She dove into her memory, pulling the one Astarion had shown her the previous night. How Gale had taken her home, tucked her in, and left without so much as an inappropriate glance, like the gentleman he was. But she couldn’t help but imagine…

If she had been sober at the party. If he’d approached, and they’d become lost in conversation, long enough for her to realize that Gale Dekarios was far more captivating than their classmates gave him credit for. When the night ended, he’d have asked to accompany her back to her dormitory, and she’d slip her hand inside his as they walked, their fingers intertwining. They’d exchange smiles, a hint of blush visible on the wizard’s cheeks under Waterdeep’s dimly lit streets.

He’d escort her to her room and tip her chin up with his forefinger to kiss her goodnight. His lips would part, and her own would demand a deeper kiss, pulling him through the door after her, onto the bed. Her mouth would have sought his hungrily, passionately, as his hand braced her lower back, his knee rising on her left side to position her underneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her free hand trailing to the seam of his-

The energy between them surged, and Gale’s reverent expression faltered. He dropped his hands from her face, stepping away.

“I…I didn’t think-”

Incoherent thoughts scratched at the boundaries of her mind as several emotions flickered across his features. She managed to catch a few as they passed, as a cat would swipe at a bird flying overhead.

Embarrassment, trepidation, and…elation?

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting -“ he blinked and shook off his disbelief, “but it is a pleasant image to be sure! More than pleasant, in fact.”

“Gale, I shouldn’t have-“

“It was most welcome.” He stepped closer, a roguish grin tugging at his lips. “Although I never quite took you for the type to imagine such….scenarios.”

Before Florence could respond, the surrounding Weave evaporated, and a sudden coldness settled in her chest. The glimmer in Gale’s eyes faded, and he frowned.

Loneliness.

“There it goes. How easily things slip away from us, no matter how hard they were in the obtaining.” He walked in the direction of his tent, letting his arm brush against hers as he passed, holding her gaze. She watched his movements, curious, hungry.

“Goodnight Florence, I enjoyed sharing a moment of magic with you.”

He disappeared into his tent and she retreated to her own, her footsteps lighter, her head clearer as she bit her lip and smiled at the ground, savoring the memory.

The sudden smell of sulfur burned away the happy phantom of the rosewater lingering in her nostrils. Rather than tasting the sweetness of the Weave, her tongue was heavy with ash and iron. A cracking sound, and the heat of flame radiating against her partially exposed back, launched her into a defensive position.

Where she had expected Mizora’s visage again, she found someone familiar standing behind her.

“If it isn’t the little rabbit that broke into my house. Looks like you could benefit from a deal with a devil.”

Well-practiced lines and a voice more alluring than a harpy’s song. In his preferred form, masquerading as a richly-dressed human, she had to admit, he had exceptional charm. The man examined his nails, looking up at her under half-lidded eyes.

“My dear Florence, do you know what’s better than a devil you don’t know?”

He lowered his hand and stepped near enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. It wasn’t the warm embrace of the Weave or the electrical current of Gale’s touch on her shoulders from earlier. It was like standing too close to a fire, or burning oneself on a hot stove.

“A devil you do.”

The sound of his Hellish arrival was loud enough to capture the attention of her companions, and Florence glanced behind her as they approached. She scowled and narrowed her eyes, her voice becoming a menacing growl.

“What do you want, Raphael?”

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