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jemmabag · 2 years
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How an Investment Work Bag Can Help You Finish the Year Strong
With the holidays quickly approaching and year-end work deadlines coming in hot, now is the time to show up for yourself in all the best ways. It’s a good reminder to make space for your non-work passions and do activities that clear your mind and bring you joy. At the same time, you’re sure to finish the year on a high note by staying organized and focused on your work goals.
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The one item all goal-getters need by their side? A functional womens work bag is vital for women with busy lifestyles. Find out how an investment work bag can empower you to finish the year strong. Multitask Your Way Through the Fourth Quarter If you’re super organized, you rely on one bag to do it all because you know that carrying separate bags just isn’t how you roll. Can your investment bag accommodate everything you could possibly need throughout the day? Some of the most fabulous work bags can set you up to beat the clock. They serve as work bags, gym bags, weekend bags, and even traveler bags. A designer duffle-style bag that can help you locate everything quickly is ideal if you go from work to the gym, commute by train, or are constantly on the go during the day. Key features of your designer gym bag may include a separate, ventilated compartment for clothes and shoes and a matching cosmetic toiletry case that comes with the bag. Plus, the interior will be designed to help you find exactly what you need, including your laptop, keys, wallet, and water bottle. Go Into Those Meetings Prepared There’s no room for handbag chaos with the busy working woman. You deserve a womens designer work bag that suits your hard-working lifestyle and helps keep you organized. What do you need your bag to hold? If you carry your laptop to and from work daily, you need a padded laptop pocket or sleeve that keeps it secure. You probably also need a roomy, organized interior that holds thicker items such as binders, folders, and books. With clever storage, you’ll always be prepared to grab what you need as you sit down for your next meeting. Keep It Together A well-designed bag interior is essential if you’re up to your neck in work at this time of year. Avoid the “black hole” of a bag by choosing one with an easy-to-navigate interior lining. A dynamic lining, like a black and white checkered pattern, will enhance the visibility of the bag’s contents. Every item in your designer bag should also have its proper place, so look for specific details that keep everything in order. Features such as a detachable key strap, card slots, a pen holder, and a phone pocket will keep you ready for that next meeting. Set Yourself Up for a Successful New Year The last quarter of the year is a critical time for a variety of reasons. Your investment work bag or womens laptop work bag sets you up for a strong return on your investment, not only for the final quarter but also for the new year ahead. Set yourself up for success, keep crushing your goals, and make a style statement while doing it. About JEMMA In the professional world, you need a designer work satchel that keeps pace. JEMMA doesn’t miss a beat. From keeping you organized to looking exceptional, a bag from JEMMA can more than keep up. Known for their distinctive style and practicality, JEMMA is your source for the quintessential work bag. You’ll find exquisite detailing in every purse or traveler bag, from the quality stitching to the use of ethically sourced materials like sustainably produced Italian leather and nylon, as well as regenerated nylon made from recycled plastics. Each bag is made with you in mind. They’re comfortable, with padded and reinforced straps. They’re practical, with the pockets and compartments you need to stay organized. And they look fabulous, featuring timeless looks that pair with any ensemble. Find the luxury work bag that speaks to you with JEMMA. Finish the year strong and in style with a work bag from JEMMA at https://jemmabag.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3Wgrp23
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bees-tes-blog · 3 months
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yesterday I took it slow and just explored skyrim a bit. I liked hearing what gore has to say about the different locations we visited(he didn’t enjoy our province-wide mine tour). this shack we stopped at for a while on the shoreline of the pale could make a cute little player camp—I think it’s part of the fishing creation?
it’s really nice being able to watch the auroras through the roof and listen to the sound of the waves. realistic? practical? no. awesome? hell yeah brother
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naur but i used to do the same thing 😭😭
like. "oo flour yes i will take 100 flours ty 100 rice? SURE"
LIKE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO W/ ALL MY MORA 😭
EXACTLY I NEED TO KEEP MY INGREDIENTS IN STOCK
it was extremely funny that one time, because my friend was watching me play Genshin and kept begging me to stop buying out all the stores in the game (i did not stop, it was hilarious and now i have like 200 tomatoes >:)
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puntointerrogativo · 1 year
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There’s no escape from Sanremo 💀
(Btw, the brands in the Sanremo selection? Gucci, Prada & The Attico with the sky outfit 😆)
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arcenergy · 2 years
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lululeighsworld · 2 months
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11 and 15 for both Lorelei and Sorcha!!!!!
;www; thank you for letting me talk about my boos!!
(how did the themes of the questions end up being SO similar between the asks)
☕ Wholesome OC Ask Meme 🍂
11. What is an item of clothing/an accessory that completes them/makes them feel safe?
Lorelei
They will never be seen anywhere without wearing some kind of hiking boot, including when the family goes on summer holiday to the warmer coasts. One time while they were climbing a tree during one of their explorations of the woods behind their home, Lorelei got a dreadful wood splinter lodged in their foot, and has been known to wear boots since then. They enjoy being in nature and climbing trees, and wasn’t going to let the injury + scare discourage them from doing so again, so it was a lesson learned and now makes them feel safe.
Sorcha
SHE LIKES POCKETS!!!!! Never leaves home without some article of clothing that has a pocket (and deep ones too). It’s a must have feature for every outfit Sorcha wears. If she really wants to wear something that doesn’t have any pockets, she’ll bring her hip satchel along. Obviously, she needs pockets so she can store all the cool rocks, leaves in an array of shapes and colours, and other trinkets she finds in her travels (and eyerolls the vulnerary she needs in case she has an allergic reaction).
15. Now you give them some life advice.
Lorelei
Music theory, though helpful, can also be quite difficult. Don’t allow your struggles with it to dissuade you away from your love of making music.
Sorcha
Never lose sight of your love for the world, nor your persistence to do right by all that dwells upon it (but try not to use your fists so much).
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wherecanifly · 8 months
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TUMI Alpha 3 Satchel: Spacious and Versatile Travel Companion
The TUMI Alpha 3 Double Expansion Travel Satchel is a versatile and spacious travel bag designed for long weekends and more. With its exceptional 13″ of expanded depth, this duffle bag offers ample space to pack all your essentials. It comes with an articulating shoulder strap to ensure it stays securely on your shoulder while you’re on the move. Additionally, this bag features multiple pockets…
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kodiakleather · 8 months
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Timeless Elegance: Men's Leather Duffle and Satchel Bags
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When it comes to travel, a mens leather duffle travel bag is a timeless and versatile choice. Crafted from high-quality leather, these bags exude sophistication and durability, making them ideal companions for weekend getaways or longer journeys.
buy leather satchel bag, on the other hand, offers a stylish blend of functionality and fashion. Perfect for everyday use, it features a classic design that complements various outfits and provides ample space for your essentials.
For those seeking the best leather duffle bag, look for premium craftsmanship, genuine leather, and thoughtful design. Brands like Saddleback Leather, Filson, and Tumi consistently deliver on these criteria, ensuring your investment stands the test of time.
In conclusion, whether you're planning a trip or just need a reliable daily companion, leather bags are an excellent choice, offering durability, style, and timeless appeal.
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vrtoys · 11 months
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jemmabag · 2 years
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3 Unique Bag Styles to Take to Work
Every woman sets different standards for her work bag, which makes total sense. Modern women have different jobs in various industries, and certainly, not all of them make the same commute. That means the bag you carry can be very unique. While it does need to be of a certain quality, your work bag or purse may look slightly different from what people might expect. One of the primary benefits of investing in a designer womens work bag is that it offers the premium look of a luxury purse with the capabilities of a practical bag or briefcase. When you’re looking for a unique piece to bring to work or a professional event, the following silhouettes can help you enter a room with sophistication and style.
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A Large Backpack Tote You might expect a sophisticated woman to bring a stylish tote bag to work, but an elegant tote backpack? That’s a different story. Convertible backpack totes are unique bags to bring to the office, but they’re also incredibly practical. With a comfortable crossbody strap that converts into two backpack straps and a sturdy handle, they’re ideal for commuting by train, bus, or on foot. This work bag for women would stand out even more with premium materials like ethically produced Italian leather or Italian nylon. Keep an eye out for metal feet at the bottom of the bag to keep it upright while protecting the base. An Elegant Duffle Bag Duffle bags are the pieces you often see on planes or in the gym, but they’re also a chic addition to your work bag collection. Whether traveling for business, going on a weekend trip, or simply heading into the office, this bag style can look just as sleek and stylish as a luxury briefcase. The top features of a duffle-style traveler bag are the compartments, padded crossbody strap, and expansive interior. A bag with compartments offers space for work essentials and everyday necessities. Bonus points if one of the areas is ventilated for an extra pair or two of shoes. Look for a duffle-styled bag with lay-flat handles, so it’s easy to stick under your desk or a plane seat. The best should feature a luggage sleeve in the back. A Classy Arm Bag If you don’t have many items to bring to work—like, if your computer stays in the office—all you may need is a classy arm bag, like a tea box bag. These sweet little bags are ideal for the fashionistas in the office. They’re not as big as many other designer work bags, but they can be fairly spacious. You should be set for the day as long as it can carry your phone, sunglasses, water, and notebook. Look for a bag in this style that also features an easily removable card case so you can keep your essentials close by. The only thing that would make this unique office bag better is a crossbody strap that can be neatly tucked inside when not in use. Carrying a stunning work bag is a sure-fire way to make an impact every time you enter the office. Even if your coworkers don’t say a thing, they know a high-quality bag when they see it. By opting for a unique silhouette, you can bring variety into the workplace and your wardrobe. After all, you don’t need to have just one work bag in your collection. You might want to use one style Monday through Thursday, use a different bag on Fridays, or mix things up whenever you feel like it with chic styles that won’t get lost in a work crowd. About JEMMA When you’re a professional, you need a designer bag that is going to work for you. That means keeping you organized and on task while complementing your fabulous style. JEMMA creates premium work bags specially designed to have the organization you need alongside timeless silhouettes that pair fabulously with any ensemble. You can choose bags made with sustainably produced, full-grain Italian leather or weather-resistant Italian nylon. You’ll never run out of space for your laptop, work supplies, and personal items when you choose a JEMMA Girl bag. Plus, carrying your work purse is always comfortable—no matter what commute you have—with the padded, reinforced straps. Keep yourself organized and look chic with a luxury work purse or traveler bag from JEMMA. Maintain your unique sense of style with a stunning purse from JEMMA at https://jemmabag.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3NOKDqE
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Videogames I wish were real #97
A roguelike game that takes place in the world's biggest library, which has been overrun by monsters, where you play as a librarian determined to save it. You venture inside the library armed with your weapon of choice and two messenger bags you plan to fill with whatever books you can rescue.
After you clear the monsters in a particular section of the library, such as the Poetry section, you'll unlock a permanent buff that will last for the remaining of that run. For example: clearing the Travel section will help you map areas faster, and also unlock the bookworm railway system that will allow you to move more easily between certain parts of the library.
Besides section buffs, you'll also be able to learn all kinds of useful attacks and skills by finding specific books in the shelves, reading them and carrying them in your messenger bags. The more books you carry, the stronger your character will be, and the abilities each book will grant you will be on theme with the book, it's literary genre or one of its tropes: carrying with you a bestiary will allow you to quickly identify the weak points of monsters you've met before, a book with an enemies to lovers trope will allow you to turn a monster into a temporary ally that will fight alongside you, a botany book in your bag will let you gather medicinal herbs growing in the library, and carrying a potions book will allow you to prepare healing potions (more effective than just herbs), etc.
Not everyone believes the library can be saved, which is why during your expeditions your mission is not only to kill monsters, but also to rescue books and bring them to the new library. Since getting books out is one of your main priorities, starting your runs with your satchels nearly full of books that grant you useful abilities won't be very efficient, so you'll need to decide how many books you want to bring back with you to the library during each run.
Fighting monsters is dangerous, and sometimes you get hurt, but also, sometimes books get hurt, which why after some runs you might need to stop by your workshop to repair any damaged books. The hides of certain monsters are very sturdy, so using them to rebind books will make them more durable.
There is no respawning in this game. If your librarian dies inside the library, the next librarian that ventures inside might eventually find their body. If you're close to death and you have a particular book from the Travel section in your bags, you'll be able to use it to summon a bookwork that will take you quickly and safely back to the entrance with whatever books are currently in your bag.
You love your library, and you are determined to save it, armed with the greatest weapon in the world: knowledge (and a sword), even if it's one book at a time.
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btc-official · 3 months
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“Now that you understand the fundamental principles of music,” said the master to the student, “you must develop a distinct compositional style. Travel the land and learn its traditions, and find among them those that inspire you most.”
“I will not fail you,” said the student to the master, gathering all their worldly possessions and setting out toward the far horizon.
After many moons the student returned, bearing wisdom from all corners of the land. Reaching into their satchel, the student triumphantly withdrew a single concept album: Hungarian Polka w/ Amen Break and Genesis Soundfont.
“No,” said the master.
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teyums · 1 year
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Infatuation ✽ Neteyam Sully
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wc: 1.8k pairing: neteyam x fem! human reader contains: just fluff <3 a/n: based off this request. honestly i’m not usually a fan of human reader x na’vi but this idea was very cute to me so I folded lolll
After years and years of what seemed like pointless trials and endless research on the chemical components that would successfully craft a serum allowing humans to breathe pandora’s air, you were lucky enough to be the first to try it out. You begged to be. The world outside the lab called to you, as did the voice in your head screaming to explore, the volume of it growing unbearably loud. The second you received the okay after taking the dose, you pushed out of the doors and into the world around you—breathing in the once toxic air. It was fresh, so much clearer than earth’s air, with a mossy scent of wood and petrichor streamlining through the breeze.
You wasted no time and bundled into the forest, shoulders weighted from your satchels filled to the brim with one subject notebooks and research logs you swiped from Max’s desk, a silent promise sounded in your head that you would return them in due time.
You hadn’t been careful enough, wandering into unmarked territory against the warnings of the scientists, when the body of a lengthy na’vi jumped down onto the overgrown forest floor below your shoes. He stood to his full height to leave you swallowing your tongue, eyes humorously wide and the lump in your throat bobbing nervously.
He looked down at you with such a piercing glare that your legs nearly turned to putty, his knife drawn but only pointed in your direction, not pressed to your throat like he would if you were a male. Human or not, you were still a woman, an unusually small one at that, and his mother taught him better.
His voice rumbled from deep in his chest, with an accent so thick you nearly had trouble understanding him when he demanded you speak of your purpose here, to save you from an untimely death he prayed he wouldn’t have to deliver.
He asked you a question that would require eye contact to ensure sincerity. However, his amber eyes wandered from yours, revealing he wasn’t at all threatened by you in the slightest, just perplexed. You answered frantically, your voice an embarrassing array of stutters while you promised your intentions were harmless, picking up the belongings you had dropped on the ground out of fear. He stared so intently, studying your much smaller frame, the way your features differed so vastly from his, the way you seemed so out of place yet you could breathe his air. You intrigued him— much to his reluctance.
He listened closely to your explanation, hard features and pursed lips softening at the sight of your trembling hands. He instructed you to leave and advised against coming back. He shooed you away and free of his hold with a tilt up of his chin, returning his knife back into the sheathing on his hip. Though he was out of your sight as you hurriedly made your way back to the lab, you were never out of his. He made his way into the trees and travelled from branch to branch, all the way to the edge of the forest to make sure you got out safely, something he would be doing more often than he expected.
From that moment on, you were more careful when you ventured out but a part of you couldn’t help but want to run into him again, and a part of him knew you wouldn’t listen to him when he told you not to. He could see it in your wondering eyes, an inference he made based on how you had stared at him like he created the stars with his own two hands, lips parted in awe when he stood in front of you.
You decided against telling Max and Norm what or who you had encountered, fearful they would revoke your field privileges, stopping you from ever seeing him again.
For weeks you’d plant yourself in the very same spot he spotted you the first time, childishly hopeful you would run into him again. And you did.
You asked of his name, eyes beady and beaming while they searched for any hint of a fissure in his stoic demeanor, your smile only growing when his deep voice granted you the privilege of knowing him. “Neteyam.” He spoke.
As time passed, you were increasingly less spooked every time he dropped in on you. Meeting him with a smile he now shyly returned, and an offering of some earth fruit he expressed interest in upon seeing it in your lunch box one day. Strawberries, or as he would call them, ‘the pointy red ones’. Aka, his favorite.
You wished you had gotten a picture of his reaction when he tried one for the first time. “Would you like to try one?” You’d said, holding the small red berry in front of his mouth and watching him take it from your hand. His cat like ears flickered with a newfound fascination as soon as it hit his tastebuds, eyes widened and blinking and tail swishing in delight. He took it upon himself to raid the rest of them from the minuscule container you held in your hands and shoveled them into his mouth like a kid in a chocolate factory, tuning out your belts of laughter.
And though he had seemed harsh the first time he saw you, it was only due to his innate protective nature. He couldn’t fathom why a feeble girl such as yourself, much less a human would be out so deep into the forest, especially without company.
So from that point on, he decided that he would follow you— just to make sure you weren’t disrupting any of the forest life with your research, of course. No other reason. You had never asked him to come along, he simply offered. He was more than interested in what you were doing and endlessly asked questions about the instruments you’d use to collect data, but unknown to you, he was mostly intent on keeping you safe. Because he enjoyed being around you, with you, and he couldn’t figure out why.
But it was apparent now; that Neteyam had developed a soft spot, an infatuation for someone who belonged to the very species him and his people despised. You.
The way he’d make the time in between the hours of his days to guide you through the forest, allowing you to gather rare samples without fear or collect those small, golden glowing flowers you swore reminded you of the dandelions back home. The day he kneeled in front of you, letting you place one between the plaits of his soft hair had been one you played over and over again in your mind while you laid in bed at night.
He’d sit with you, face to face on a blanket that was much too small to share with one his size, a curious finger prodding at your lip and hooking down into your jaw to pry it open. He’d peer into your mouth with a tilted glance as if he were a dentist, braids sweeping over his shoulders when he moved. “No fangs?” He’d query, making you giggle while your tongue swished around to find a comfortable spot around the intrusive finger. A wide, toothy grin would spread across his face at the sound of your laugh, his eyes lighting up and scanning your face to figure out how to make you do it again.
He’d hoist you up onto his back, more than willing to show you the parts of the forest you couldn’t see for yourself. Him leaping through the canopy trees and vast foliage while you clung to his body like a monkey would to its mother, giggling everytime a three fingered hand would reach around to check on you. Your unfiltered squeals and screams of excitement only made him jump higher and climb faster, almost like he wanted to impress you.
It was in the way he began bringing you small, hand-crafted trinkets or woven jewelry, made in your size to the best of his abilities due to his much larger hands. When you asked him why, he shrugged and said it was just a way of being nice— unknown to the fact that you’d read Grace’s old research logs where things such as the ones he gave you were noted as ‘courting gifts’ in na’vi culture.
The two of you would often relax together, perched on a branch, your back pressed to his stiff chest with his arms looped around to the front of your body. A blush would creep past your neck and to your cheeks when you’d feel his nose press into your hair, his breathing deepening while he took in your scent. He found it intoxicating, so new and foreign that he couldn’t help himself. His azure fingers would toy and intertwine with yours, amber eyes ogling the size of your tiny hands against his with utmost interest.
It shocked you, how intrigued such a fascinating being was with you, a normal human. Everything about him was so much more compelling, yet here he was, eager to get to know every part of you over and over again, seemingly conducting his own research.
His eyes had trailed over you while you sat with legs crossed in front of him, scribbling observations of the land down into a notebook when his hand reached forward to innocently tug at the strange looking clothing that always covered your body, his effortless strength nearly making you topple over. “Why do you wear all of these things? There’s no need, and they look uncomfortable.” His eyes big and focused, had he been a human boy you would have smacked his hand away at the obvious insinuation and probably filed a restraining order.
But Neteyam was different, everything about you and your kind was unknown to him. So you only looked up at him with a soft smile, finding his genuine confusion adorable. And even when you explained to him why you wore such extensive coverings back on earth, his eyebrows stayed furrowed, like he couldn’t understand it. The sexualization of the body was not something familiar to him and his people, and when you told him you faced dangers on your own planet because of it, you noticed his jaw tense in frustration.
After weeks of asking, he finally agreed to tutoring you in the na’vi language. He was patient with you, more patient than anyone your own species had ever been. He’d laugh heartily at you when your tongue would loll around in your mouth clumsily, watching your face scrunch up with determination while you terribly butchered the word he had demonstrated just moments prior. He’d shake his head to himself at your pouting when you realized you said it incorrectly, then pronounce it back to you, slower.
It was clear that in the short time spent with Neteyam, you had already won his heart. The way the rough pad of his thumb would smooth against the skin of your lips, taking note of how soft it was, and how they were pink instead of blue, like his. He had leaned in before you could realize, languidly brushing his lips against yours with a hum before pulling away. “Hm,” He cocked his head to the side and feigned confusion, the corner of his mouth slightly perking into a grin at your flustered appearance before he mimicked something he always heard you say. “I think I need to take some more samples.”
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mrhydez · 2 years
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Zelda themed Laptop bag. Complete with an inside divider and lined with wool. . . . . . . . . #leatherbag #laptopbag #zeldabag #zeldafanart #laptopcase #hyrule #majorasmask #majora #loz #legendofzelda #breathofthewild #briefcase #messengerbag #satchel #skinznhydez #green #greenbag #traveler #journey https://www.instagram.com/p/ChSP7MhLob9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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renoed · 4 months
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sweet tooth | halsin x reader
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❥ — PAIRING halsin x afab! reader
❥ — SUMMARY Halsin had been tiptoeing around your advances since you had met; he had made his eagerness clear to you but refused to follow through with it, always with something else on his mind. The more he opens up to you, though, the weaker his resolve is to stay entirely focused on other, supposedly more important matters.
# NSFW, MDNI: smut below the cut, outdoor sex, food play (specifically honey), oral sex, spit, praise, fingering, finger sucking
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"If I manage to break the curse… perhaps then I can show you just how grateful I am."
Halsin had been tiptoeing around your advances since you had met; he had made his eagerness clear to you but refused to follow through with it, always with something else on his mind. The more he opens up to you, though, the weaker his resolve is to stay entirely focused on other, supposedly more important matters. It isn't until tonight that you notice it.
When you set up camp, you notice that he's put his tent quite a distance away from anyone else. You often found him in a location that was further from everyone (he liked his solitude, you assumed), but the space between your tent and his would make it seem as though you were strangers. From your place next to the campfire, you could hardly see more than an outline of the druid.
It's when he doesn't join you for food that you begin to worry - had he decided he didn't want to travel with you anymore? Was he going to leave without warning?
"Gale," you grab the brunet's attention after you finish eating, "thank you again for cooking. I was wondering: do we still have that honey? I remember Halsin saying he has a sweet tooth—I thought it might be appreciated."
Gale's lips quirk up at your question, a suggestive eyebrow raising as he answers your question, "I believe we do, you should be able to find it—unopened—in that trunk besides the other camp supplies. I hope you make better use of it than I have."
You try your best to ignore the implication of his words, but suddenly the camp fire feels a lot warmer and the cool breeze is soothing against your cheeks. As you walk off, mumbling a thanks, you hear a light laugh from the wizard.
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With a jar of honey and a small satchel of berries (you had remembered picking them up a few hours prior, excitedly rummaging for them in your bag) in your hands, you stood a few feet away from Halsin's tent, trying to find the courage to start a conversation. Usually it didn't feel difficult; if anything, you found him to be one of the easiest to talk to. But with the thought of him no longer wanting to travel together—no longer enjoying your company—it was as though you had become enwebbed, unable to move closer.
It felt like you were there for tens of minutes before Halsin appeared from his tent, turning to look at you, a soft 'oh' leaving his lips.
If you weren't already stuck in place, you had become so when his eyes met yours.
"I didn't realise you were here, apologies," his voice is gentle and he steps towards you in the dark, "did you need something?"
You look down at the jar in your hands and will yourself to speak, "You didn't eat with us, so I wanted to make sure everything was alright, I suppose."
A beat.
"—And I remembered you telling me you liked sweet things. I wanted to give you this."
Halsin lets his eyes drift down to your hands, which were now outstretched, before meeting your gaze again. His lips curl up into a smile and you swear that you can see the stars reflected in his eyes. It hits you that, if he really is thinking about leaving, you might not get another opportunity to talk to him like this again.
"I don't know what I've done for a gift, but thank you. Really."
He takes a step closer, taking the items in his hands, as he continues, "I'm sorry for not joining you, my mind has been rather… preoccupied, and I thought it best to spend some time alone. I've also been enjoying the company of the stars: aren't they beautiful tonight?"
You shift your eyes to look at the night sky. A crescent moon hangs amongst a cluster of stars, stretching out across the darkness. He's right, they are beautiful.
"You said you've been preoccupied? If you need my help, you know I'm just an ask away," the sincerity of your words causes a small chuckle to leave his lips, gaze falling from the sky to his feet.
"Believe me, I would love for you to help, but that would be an unfair request."
The statement is slightly confusing; he seemed to have no issues asking for help with considerably difficult tasks prior. You could hardly fathom the sheer size of a task was if Halsin felt he couldn't ask for your help.
Betrayed by your expression, he lets out another laugh, louder this time, "you misunderstand, it's simply a matter of personal frustration. Unfortunately, I've managed to get rather pent up."
It isn't until you hear those words—'pent up'—that you realise the meaning behind them. You recalled him making an off-hand comment at the Tiefling party about how he was ‘sure that we could get out any pent up feelings'. He had never acted on his words, of course, but he had put them out there nonetheless.
"It wouldn't be unfair at all," your voice comes out quieter than you intend it to, "actually, I'd be more than happy to help and I think you know that, Halsin."
His eyes meet yours again, expression still soft and gentle under the soft glow of the moon. He takes a step towards you, so that your chests are almost touching. You don't break eye contact, newfound confidence surging through you.
He brings his face close to yours, peering down at you, “you’re sure it would be alright?”
You nod in response, his eyes momentarily widening before he uses his free hand to lightly hold your upper arm. His voice is a soft whisper when it leaves his mouth, “Gods, I can’t tell you how long I have wanted this.”
Halsin closes the space between you, drawing you into a kiss. His hand shifts from your arm to your cheek, the pads of his fingers are rough on your skin but they’re the last things you’re thinking about with his lips pressed to yours.
The kiss is quick, almost polite in its softness, and as Halsin pulls away, you feel your brows furrow.
“Your expression betrays you,” there's a humour to his tone, “would you like me to try again?”
You answer his question with another kiss, hands wrapping around the back of his neck and fingers tangling into his hair. It's deeper this time, more passionate, needier, and when Halsin's tongue brushes against your bottom lip, you're quick to comply with the silent request.
When you lightly tug on his hair, parting from the kiss, a low groan tumbles from his lips and rushes straight through you.
"You're good at this," his thumb brushes your cheek as he kisses you again. His kisses move down your face and neck, occasionally licking and biting at the skin until a shaky exhale leaves your lips. Your legs feel weak and every inch of you is warm, rushed heartbeat echoing in your ears; if you weren't so distracted you'd assume he could hear it.
When he pauses his movements, you take the opportunity to tug on his hair again, letting one of your hands fall from his neck to his chest, slowly getting lower, "just good?"
He hums when your finger tugs on his waistband, "amazing. Perfect, even."
You slide your hand underneath his shirt and he takes a sharp inhale at the contact. It had been so long since the last time someone had touched him like this; it had been longer since he had wanted to be touched—and to touch—so desperately. As you try to lift his top, though, he pulls back and gestures to the jar in his hand. You expect him to just put it down and continue, however you're left slightly disappointed when he breaks away from you entirely and opens the jar. His fingers dip into the jar, pulling out a string of glistening, viscous honey and bringing it to his lips.
You're left to watch helplessly, his tongue dragging from the base of his fingers to the tip and humming at the sweetness of the substance. It was impossible not to let your mind cloud over with images of those same fingers covered with your slick, dipping them into his mouth.
"Come here," it's a command, but it's gentle, easing you into doing as he says, "try some."
Halsin dips his fingers into the honey again, this time lifting his fingers to your lips. You take them in your mouth and run your tongue across them, enjoying the taste of the honey but entirely more focused on keeping your gaze locked with Halsin's. He lightly pumps them in and out of your mouth, cursing under his breath when you move your head to match the gentle pace.
You'd become used to Halsin being so composed and articulate—seeing him reduced to swears and fervent touches made you crave more of him, releasing his fingers and pulling him into another feverish kiss. You both moan into it, hands wanderings across each other's bodies: groping and grasping, trying to remove articles of clothing without pulling your lips away.
His hands land at the top of your thighs, tugging on them in a request for you to jump and hook your legs around his waist. He holds you in one arm with ease, using the other to tug at your shirt.
You kiss his neck, his grip tightening around you in response as his eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation.
"Please," he breathes out your name like a prayer, "I want you."
Leaning back, you stare into his eyes, kissing him again, "Gods, I thought you'd never ask."
Halsin puts you down and you rush to undress each other, sharing kisses whenever your hands aren't in the way. His body is incredible, and you're caught unashamedly staring from your sitting position as he tugs off the last of his clothes.
"You're really beautiful, you know?"
He smiles at your words, letting his eyes wander across you in a similar manner, "beautiful isn't enough to describe you."
When he gets onto his knees you can't help yourself from thinking of the sight as holy.
You watch as he dips his fingers into the honey jar and lifts them above your legs, letting it drip onto your skin like a gold glaze. It's cold and sticky but when he drags his tongue against you, licking the honey with it, you've all but forgotten the feeling.
His other hand, free of honey, lightly trails between your legs before stopping and running a finger between your folds.
"Fuck, you're soaked" if you weren't so eager, you'd be embarrassed. He had hardly touched you, yet your body was already begging for more.
He presses feather-light kisses up your inner thigh, taking his time as he follows and licks at the trail of honey, occasionally stopping to suck and nip at your skin, smiling when a soft gasp is drawn from your lips, "good girl."
Before he stops between your legs, he shifts to your hips and continues his upwards trails. You whine at the feelings of his lips around your nipple, lightly grazing his teeth against it while he thumbs and rolls the other in his fingers. You aren't sure if it's what he's doing or just him, but the touch is enough to make you moan, lightly bucking your hips into him.
"Impatient are we?" he chuckles, kissing back down to your thighs
When he's tasted the last of the honey, spread across the top of your thigh, he moves back slightly and watches as you squirm in anticipation.
"Did you want something else from me?" his voice is low and sickly sweet as he grabs your right thigh, rubbing soft circles in the skin with his thumb.
You nod in response, gasping out a slightly frustrated 'yes please', which is all he needs to start kissing again, trailing up the skin until his lips land on your cunt. He places one more kiss before using his tongue, dragging it upwards until it prods at your clit. You feel yourself throb under him, lightly bucking your hips forward as he drags his tongue in slow, circular motions.
He presses a finger inside you, thrusting a couple of times before curling it up. You moan under his touch, moving a hand to thread into his hair, desperately helping to create friction by grinding against his mouth.
His grip on your thighs tightens and he hikes one of your legs over his shoulder before slipping a second finger inside of you. It's overwhelming in the best possible way and when he leans back, only to spit on your cunt, you feel yourself clench around his fingers.
After a few thrusts, he lowers his mouth back onto your clit, flattening his tongue against it to lick and rub. His unused hand has an iron grip on your thigh, moving it so he could get his fingers deeper inside, curling them into you until a knot forms in your stomach. You instinctively grind your hips against his face, moaning as he begins to speed up. His actions are filled with need and when he feels your thighs twitch he takes that as a sign to continue, building you up to your edge.
You can only whine in pleasure when he moves his hand from your thigh to your abdomen, pressing down on it lightly. Your body twitches again and when he presses his tongue down onto your clit slightly harder it causes your thighs to instinctively close around him, bringing you to orgasm.
Halsin pulls away as you both catch your breath. From his position above you, he can’t help but think you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. He takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, sitting back onto his knees and taking his cock into his other hand. He strokes himself as you shift to sit facing him, legs weak and breathing still heavy.
Leaning forward, you replace his hand with yours before bringing him into another kiss. He grunts when you pull away, circling your thumb around his tip and pressing kisses onto his chest and neck.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, voice desperate and needy.
“Gods, Halsin, yes. I want this— I want you.”
You can barely finish your sentence before your back is on the grass again, caged in the druid’s arms. He pushes a knee between your legs and lowers himself to kiss you again. You’re ready to start begging him to fuck you when he moves to position himself at your entrance.
He doesn’t move, just lifts his head to meet your gaze with a teasing grin on his face, “I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me.”
You don’t care about your pride, cursing before sputtering out, “I want you to fuck me, please, Halsin.”
The reaction is almost instant. Halsin sinks into you slowly, gently, keeping eye contact until you’ve taken every inch of him. He thrusts into you, drawing out a whiney moan, and leans down to kiss and nip at your lips.
Your name tumbles from his lips, unrelenting as he grabs your waist to push himself deeper into you, “Fuck— you feel so good”
His full attention is on you, moving a hand so he can thumb at your clit while pounding into you. A broken gasp escapes you, tightening around his cock at the touch, which gains a low groan in response. 
You're a writhing mess beneath him, hands searching for anything they can grab onto. Halsin slows his pace so he can adjust your leg onto his shoulder, leaning forwards and sweeping up both your hands into one of his. The position lets him hit even deeper, the feeling is overwhelming, unable to stop the endless string of moans leaving your lips.
His pace is relentless, only slowing to carefully adjust the position so he could keep thumbing at your clit easily. You lift your head and he meets you halfway in a kiss. He leans down to your ear, breathing heavy, and groans out your name, "I want you to cum for me."
Just the words themselves have you clenching around his cock again, but when he presses harder into your clit, already overly sensitive and stimulated, it pushes you over the edge again, moaning out his name. The sensation is enough to have Halsin on the brink of his own orgasm, pace stuttering slightly.
By Gods does he never want this moment to end, he could mistake it for Heaven.
Your name is all he can manage to say as he continues, pulling out of you almost fully before rocking his hips back into you. The hand on your clit leaves to grasp at your hips, pulling you down onto him. He can feel you throb around him, "I'm gonna—"
He pulls out at the last second, decorating your thighs and stomach with strings of his cum. The sight is almost enough for him to bring his tongue back down to your cunt, indulging in you more, but you're both exhausted and it takes everything in him not to collapse onto you.
"Let me clean you up," he manages between heavy breaths, moving away to grab a clean rag and wipe you down, "you're absolutely wonderful, I hope you know that."
Halsin leans down to kiss you; it's tender and gentle, you can't help but smile into it.
"I could say the same for you," comes your reply, "come lie with me?"
It takes no convincing before Halsin is lying at your side, arms wrapped around you. Any thoughts you had had about him leaving the camp are long forgotten and you can feel yourself begin drifting off in the comfort of his warm grasp.
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