The full seasonal event can be read here! Below are the main seasonal items for quick reference:
1. A thread reacting to the season's weather in some ways.
2. A thread in the part of the city your character doesn't live in!
3. A thread relating to your vocation.
Of The Season
Quote
"Tell Dr. Nate that Gale sent you, and he still owes me for the mushrooms. Except that it takes you a while to reach the clinic, and by the time you do your fever is spiking, and so instead of the requisite message you instead tell the poor soul who greets you that 'A gale'a m'shrooms sent me cus'a my hands.'" - Zephyr in Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
The stroke of his thumb against her breast, the hand along her thighs and his lips on her neck are enough at this point to send small heated waves through her body. Her senses feeling like they are going close to overdrive. She takes a few quivering breaths and nods at his whispers, silently appreciating him giving her the time. One of her hands move up the back of Uldren's neck and into his hair again. The longing ache in her steadily growing for each second she holds herself up above him.
She tries to give him the word, but all that she manages to get out is a hoarse hum from her throat and she resorts to giving him a confirming nod. Her eyes close and she leans her forehead down to his as she lowers herself until she can feel the pressure of him against her. The hand on his shoulder and the one in his hair tightening in a light grip.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:44 PM by Ira.)
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// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
His hands continue their little path, along her skin with teasingly delicate touches as he waits patiently. Her hand slips through his hair again and he presses another kiss to her skin where he can reach, until she’s adjusting and the low hum becomes all the confirmation he needs. Her forehead meets his and he brushes his nose by her own gently as she starts to lower herself, until he can feel her start to line up with him.
He adjusts ever so slightly, a low hum leaving him as her fingers tighten in his hair and along his shoulder. He takes the moment to guide the hand at her chest a bit more upward, hand reaching to palm at her breast, fingertips teasing at her nipple while his other hand departs from her thigh to adjust himself and make sure they’re lined up. His hand lifts, moving toward her hip as he offers a bit of help with the slow roll of his hips, pressing the tip of his cock into her a small amount so she doesn’t have to do all the work to start.
She leans into his hand, her breath coming out in soft gasps in reaction to the teasing fingers and she shudders lightly. He adjusts under her and the grip in his hair tightens a bit more, but still not near holding on any hard. The slow pace starting to become almost unbearable, even though she had more or less set it herself. Her other hand slides across Uldren's shoulder and to the back of his neck, fingers gently caressing the damp skin. She felts his hand move to her hip and she buries her face into his hair again just as he goes inside.
The feeling of it sparks a reaction that goes out like a wave through her body. Tension for half a heartbeat, then a tremble through her legs and a breathy moan rises in her throat. She presses herself down almost painfully slow, the heated feeling growing with each trembling breath, yet she fights against the urge to go faster. To rock her hips back against Uldren. The desire to is screaming for it in her mind, but she wants to savour the moment while she had the self-control to do so. Which is threatening to run out any second anyway, unless Uldren decides to change the pace before then.
And she would not complain about it. Part of her is not even sure who it is she is trying to drive insane first with the teasingly slow pace; herself of him.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:45 PM by Ira.)
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// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
The sounds she makes spurs him on, it chips at his resolve and restraint as she starts to sink down onto him. He can’t help the hitched sound that leaves him, edging toward a growl as she goes determinedly slow, driving him even more insane the longer it goes on. His fingers dig into her hip, tightening down his hold while the hand at her chest continues to taunt and play, as he starts to try and decide whether to speed it up or continue at the pace they're at.
She’s warm and his body trembles with the restraint, legs quivering as he holds himself still just enough that when he thinks they’ve made a decent amount of progress, he slowly rocks his hips up into her in a shallow pace to get them both warmed up, a vibrating sound of a growl slips from his throat at the same time, but he does nose his way in again to press his lips to her neck, waiting to see how long her resolve lasts.
The acts of both his hands drive another moan out of her and takes a piece out of her self-control as well. She then catches herself smirking into his hair as she hears the sound leaving him and feels his body trembling. Somehow, it only works to reignite her resolve. The burning desire did not really cool off at all, but she managed to push her mind through the haze. Her fingers trail small circles against his scalp and a hoarse hum slips from her throat.
When his hips start to rock, she moves with him at first, before hearing the growl and then starts moving her own hips in a way that more hinders the movements Uldren is trying to make. "You alright there? You sound a bit... Bothered." She mumbles through her own heavy breathing. Although her face was hidden in his hair, Uldren can probably hear the mischievous grin in her voice. She just could not help it with the teasing. Something tells her she is going to regret this little game (in a good way), but she can't resist it.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:45 PM by Ira.)
The reader of this text has standing permission for responsible powerplay and to use physical/magical force against this character. Instant killing and permanently maiming not included.
// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
He almost manages to get the relief he seeks, only to be hindered quickly despite the tantalizingly distracting fingers in his hair, massaging little patterns against his scalp. He slows until he stills again, twitching hard from where he comes to a stop, nosing his way up to run his teeth along her neck, as if in search of a spot to bite down on.
Her voice draws him out of his internal frustration, though, and a hit laugh rakes across her neck. “’m doin’ fine. Are you?” He says even if it’s a lie, even as the smirk presses in against her skin as he bites down, this time hard enough to leave a faint red mark unlike the tender ones from before. At the same time, the hand at her hip presses down, pushing her a fraction deeper onto him as he tries to decide what he should do next.
Eventually, he decides to lift both his hands, sliding up her body toward her face, cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a hungry, devouring kiss.
She goes still with him, the only movement being the breathing and the light shivers from his teeth against her skin. She wraps a lock of his hair around a finger idly, as if they are just having a casual conversation. Still grinning and lets out a short laugh of her own in response to his. "Mhm, doing ju-..." She starts, then has her breath catch in her throat when the bite comes. A short moan follows with the next breath she manages to take and she feels the burning heat roll through her body from where they are joined when he press her down further.
His hands find her face and she lets herself be pulled in, kissing him back with the same amount of hunger. The new playful resolve starts fading again with Ira being the one starting to move this time. Lifting herself up a bit, and then pushes down onto him again. Rocking herself against him with a gradually increasing intensity. Her hands move to take a firm grip on his shoulders so she will not accidentally tug his hair too hard.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:45 PM by Ira.)
The reader of this text has standing permission for responsible powerplay and to use physical/magical force against this character. Instant killing and permanently maiming not included.
// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
A low hum leaves him as he cuts her off, one that twists into a soft moan as he searches for her face, cupping it and bringing her in for a kiss. It’s that last bit of resolve breaking the second she starts to move and Uldren readjusts his legs ever so slightly to be able to handle her movements easier. She picks the pace and his hands move down her body again, pausing at her chest to tease and taunt before drifting lower to her hips, helping her rise and sink onto him.
In the kiss, however, it’s messy and eventually becomes a bit more open mouthed with the groans leaving the crafter, nipping at her bottom lip as the tension increases within him tenfold. He only breaks it when he needs to catch his breath, instead pressing his forehead against her mouth. “You’re beautiful, yknow that?” He breathes, wanting to get the thoughts out while his adrenaline is pumping, knowing he’s not great at sharing those thoughts in his day to day, but right now he cares quite little about sharing them when she’s in his lap like she is.
The teasing hands in combination with the increasing pressure from their moving hips drive more moans out of her. Noises she has no care for anymore if anyone else hears. All that fills her mind is the two of them and the heated tension building within her with each movement. The warmth of the room is of no concern either, even as sweat now beads all over her skin and her hair is starting to get stuck against her back.
The kiss is indeed a wonderful messy mix of moving lips, her tongue seeking his, heavy panting and nips. She almost makes a small complaining noise when he breaks it, but then smiles at his compliment. Her lips press against his forehead in more of a kiss and hums hoarsely in response as she is unable to string any words together into a sentence at this point. The tension slowly rising to almost tormenting levels and she squirms desperately ontop of him. So close.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:46 PM by Ira.)
The reader of this text has standing permission for responsible powerplay and to use physical/magical force against this character. Instant killing and permanently maiming not included.
// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
It quickly moves from caring about the sounds to no care in the world, and Uldren smirks against the messy kisses they share, his own moans painting the air alongside hers, sweat beading up along his skin as well to where they’re both practically drenched. He feels her lips press against his forehead, feels her start to reach that edge, and it draws that string of tension in him tighter too.
His thrusts grow almost more purposeful, keeping the pace but matching her so she doesn’t need to work as hard, driving himself into her as deep as he can now, hands still moving to lift her and lower her, picking a harder pace to draw her over that edge while his own draws even closer, that thread grows even tighter.
01-13-2023, 06:54 AM
