Good evening! I’d like to make a FLUFFCEMBER reservation for the 28th, snow melt, featuring Jade Leech. When snow melts, certain mushrooms like snow mushrooms and snowbank morels are known to grow around patches of lingering snow, so perhaps reader and Jade going on a hike together to hunt for some mushrooms at the end of winter?
Ah, esteemed patron! Good evening!
My goodness, you have come to the kitchen with specific ingredients in hand! To request a mushroom hunt with Jade Leech is one thing, but to specify snowbank morels and the ecological niche of snow melt?
Magnifique. You speak the language of our Vice-Dorm Leader perfectly. Jade would be absolutely charmed (and perhaps a little terrifyingly intense) to meet a patron who understands the value of winter fungi.
The kitchen has prepared this Manager's Specialty Pasta with a side of mycological wonder and fresh mountain air. We do hope this preview is to your satisfaction!
(One of the extra ones)
Serving: Snow Melt
The air on the mountain was crisp, smelling of wet earth, pine needles, and the distinct, clean scent of vanishing winter. The ground was a patchwork quilt of muddy earth and stubborn, retreating drifts of white snow.
To most students at Night Raven College, this was just "slush season." To Jade Leech, it was a holy holiday.
"Watch your step here, [....]," Jade murmured, his voice smooth and low, blending perfectly with the quiet of the forest. He offered you a gloved hand to help you over a particularly slick patch of melting ice. "The terrain is treacherous, but the rewards... oh, the rewards are exquisite."
You took his hand, his grip firm and steady. "We're looking for the snowbank morels, right?"
Jade turned to you, and the look in his heterochromatic eyes was positively gleaming. It was the look of a predator spotting prey, but softened by genuine delight.
"Precisely," he purred. "Also known as Gyromitra gigas, though we must be careful to distinguish them from their toxic cousins. They thrive in this exact window of time—when the snow recedes but the earth remains chilled. It is a fleeting, precious moment of growth."
He didn't release your hand even after you were on solid ground. He led you deeper into the woods, his gaze scanning the tree lines with mechanical precision.
"Most people dislike the melt," Jade continued conversationally, using his walking stick to gently lift a heavy, wet branch. "They find the mud inconvenient. They miss the beauty of the transition. The decay of winter feeding the life of spring... it is a fascinating cycle, is it not?"
"It is," you agreed, looking at the patches of green starting to poke through the brown leaf litter. "It feels like the mountain is waking up."
"A poetic observation," Jade smiled. "I quite agree."
Suddenly, he stopped. His grip on your hand tightened imperceptibly.
"Oya?"
He crouched down, pulling you down with him. He pointed a long, slender finger toward a patch of lingering snow near the base of a rotting conifer.
There, pushing up through the edge of the ice, was a cluster of wrinkled, brain-like caps. They were brown and strange and, to Jade, clearly the most beautiful thing on the planet.
"There they are," he whispered, a tone of reverence in his voice usually reserved for Aztec gold or blackmail material. "Morchella... perfectly preserved by the cold."
He glanced at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Would you like to do the honors, [....]? You spotted this path, after all."
You reached out, carefully pinching the stem as Jade had taught you, and twisted. The mushroom came free with a satisfying snap of earth. You handed it to him.
Jade took it, brushing a speck of snow from the cap. He didn't put it in his basket immediately. He held it up to the light, admiring the texture.
"Magnificent," he breathed. "A perfect specimen."
He turned his gaze to you. The forest was cold, damp, and muddy, but Jade looked completely content.
"You know," he said softly, "most would find a hike in freezing mud to be a 'punishment.' Yet you accompany me without complaint. You even learned the target species."
"I like seeing you happy, Jade," you shrugged, smiling. "And I like the mountains."
Jade paused. The intense, predatory gleam in his eyes softened into something warmer, something that felt like the first sun of spring touching the frost.
"My," he chuckled, a low, genuine sound. "You are full of surprises. Finding a snowbank morel is rare... but finding a companion who appreciates the melt as much as the snow? That is... statistically improbable."
He stood up, tucking the mushroom safely away in his basket, and offered you his arm, a gentlemanly gesture in the middle of the wilderness.
"Come. The sun is lowering, and the temperature will drop. Let us return. I believe this specimen will pair beautifully with a risotto for dinner. A private meal... for two successful hunters."
A "dish" served with scientific precision and natural wonder! The kitchen is delighted to confirm this reservation.
— Manager Seru
We hope this Fluffcember specialty was to your satisfaction!
Jackie and Marco take a stroll through the woods naked.
written for @smutember requested by anon
All characters are 18 or over. This story is for adults only. NSFW under the cut
The leaves crunched underneath Marco's boots. The boots were the only thing he was wearing. In front of him was Jackie Lynn Thomas who was similarly nude save for her boots.
Her bare ass swaying was she walked, Jackie said, "I love the breeze. Don't you?"
"It certainly is something", Marco grumbled.
The two were in a forest a few miles from Echo Creek. They were the only ones there but it was a public place, and the naked hikers could come across someone else at any moment. The thought made Jackie excited. A trail of wetness went down her thighs.
Despite his nervousness, Marco himself was half clubbed himself. Look, a man can only stare at that freckled ass for so long without something happening.
Jackie herself couldn't help but notice too. "Liking what you see?" She teased, giving her butt a healthy shake.
Marco groaned, "You know I do."
"Then do something about it, Diaz."
Marco sighed. "Jackie, we're gonna get caught." It was a tolkin effort, he was too horny to resist.
Full mast, his cock slid between her ass cheeks. His hands found her breasts, freckled, brown nipples one of which was pierced.
While Marco did his best to bite his lip, Jackie moaned as loudly was he could. Rolling his eyes, he slid himself into her wet, hairy snatch.
"Sh-shit! Jackie!"
He thrusted hard and deep. His hips smacking her shapely ass at full force.
"Oh, oh fuck! Fuck! Marco, fuck!"
As he runted her, he felt his orgasm build up. "Ja-Jackie I'm going to cum."
"Oh fuck, do it Marco! Fill me up."
As she said that she came, her walls spasming around his cock. He came, firing his cum into her hungry pussy.
"Great, now we're naked and sticky too!" Marco sighed.
The couple had a post sex piss. Once emptied Jackie said, "There's a pond down the path. Let's see if we can make it without a few more rounds."
