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
She has no plans on stopping what she is doing the way she is doing it. As long as they are alone and she can get away with it. At least she will be able to hear the moment someone is about to unlock the front door. For now, it is all clear and she gives Uldren her undivided attention. She pulls his off his shirt and drops it somewhere on the floor next to the couch, before pressing her lips and tongue back to his neck, helping adjusting herself enough for him to pull her pants off in turn.
Her eyes open and she peers up at him with a teasing smirk as she lets her head rest down against the couch for a moment while he hovers over her and reaches for her own shirt. The hand at his shoulder move up the back of his neck, leaving him only briefly to allow for him to pull her shirt of as well, then her fingers tangle into his messy hair as she responds to the kiss in kind. Her hand reaching down teases and strokes against him on the outside of his jeans without making any move yet to help taking them off.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:52 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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
There’s another small hum that leaves Uldren when her lips meet his neck. He works quickly to slip her clothes off, pressing down against her as her shirt joins a pile on the floor and her hand presses against him through the last few pieces of fabric that keep them separate. It causes a growl to leave him, into the kiss, arms moving to adjust her legs around his to fit himself in between them better.
He thinks about taking the charge and simply pushing her hand away in order to unbutton his pants, but from what he’s learned so far, teasing is kind of their thing, so he shivers as he dives back into the kiss and moves his arms back over her to prop himself up easier, and he rolls his hips into her hand, already hard and wanting.
She does her best to keep up with the kiss, but it gets tricky when she also cannot stop grinning. Especially when she hears the growl coming from Uldren. Teasing him seems to be her new favourite activity and perhaps part of it is also to see how far she could take it before he actually does take charge. Even if it meant having to fight against her own desires to stop holding back as well. Though the way her breathing is getting faster and her legs shiver slightly when he touches them to adjust might give her away.
He rolls his hips into her hand and she presses it back against him, and dives deeper into the kiss. Maintaining enough self control to very gently trying to catch his pierced tongue between her teeth for a second, breathing harder through her nose to get air while being unwilling to having to break the kiss to breathe. Her fingers move through his hair, scratching against his scalp and her other hand slowly makes its way up a bit. Fingertips sneaking inside the edge of his jeans and run against his skin while still making no move for the button.
(This post was last modified: 03-04-2023, 08:46 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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
It certainly does seem to be her favorite thing, and it works well enough to get him charged up, even if it is simply frustrating when he can’t quite dive in as much as he wants to. Such as now, when her hand flattens and presses harder against him, Uldren groans into the kiss, breaking it with a huff of a sound as she catches his tongue ring.
He keeps one hand lifted, propping himself up, but he uses the other to run through her dark hair, pulling it back out of her face before trailing it down her shoulder and along her chest, his calloused fingers dancing along her skin in his own teasing movements as her fingertips dip inside the edge of his jeans. He arches his back slightly, aiming to give her some space in case she felt kind enough to unbutton his pants, but it also allows for him more room to let his hand tease along her breast, trying to give her a taste of her own medicine.
She lets his tongue go again with a pleased smirk on her face and just continues her teasing strokes. Her own resolve is slowly melting away, however, especially when his hand starts moving down her shoulder and chest. Her skin damp and beading with sweat, the soft breeze from the fan doing little at the moment to offer much in the way of cooling. A soft gasp leaves her as she briefly bites at her own lip when his fingers reach her breast and she lifts herself slightly up against his hand. His own teasing seems to finally make her decide play nice.
Her hand leaves his hair to join the other to unbutton his jeans and pushing the pants down over his hips as far as she can reach from where she lies. He will have to get them off the rest of the way and her hands move gently against him again now when there is no clothing in the way. Fingertips teasingly stroking along his length before her hands wander their way out and up along his sides.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:52 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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
She arches into him and Uldren huffs a quiet sound of amusement as her teasing backfires, a bit of his own added into the mix that gets her to melt against him immediately. At least, for a little while before her hand leaves his dyed hair, reaching the buttons of his pants to finally unbutton them. Uldren adjusts slightly as she shoves them down his hips, and the hand at her chest abandons that current thought in order to slip off the pants a bit easier.
Of course, it’s made more difficult with the way her hands move against him, her fingertips gently brushing along his length before moving up along his sides and he shivers with a hiss of a sound that leaves her, a smirk blooming on his face as he finally gets himself adjusted. He pushes down against her, the hand propping himself up moves to cup her face, guiding her lips to his while the other slips on the condom and moves to adjust her leg a bit more as if to line himself up.
She does give in to his touch easily, but at least her teasing isn't backfiring in any unpleasant way. She would be lying if she tried to claim she did not desire more as well and the teasing might be charging her up as much as it does him. Her only complain would be that his hand has to leave her, even if it is to help take his clothes off.
A small amused smile starts to spread over her lips at his shivering before his lips are back on hers and she goes for a more gentler kiss for a moment, but then tries to dive in more when he pushes against her and she presses herself up against him with a soft hum into the kiss. She strokes her hands slowly up his sides and chest, gripping lightly at his shoulders and rubbing her fingers against the back of his neck while he gets himself ready. Her legs shiver again as he adjusts and her hips lift ever so slightly against him as he moves to line himself up.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:53 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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
Some activities are harder to do during Kivan, but at the very least he’s too wound up to care about the sweat that already drenches him, dripping onto her in turn. Her hands move along his sides and up to his shoulders and neck and Uldren’s hand remains at her jaw, pressing into the kiss with all the greediness he harbors, especially as she presses up against him.
So he works to line them up, breaking the kiss in order to prop himself up again, his freehand at her leg abandoning that task to slip up her stomach toward her chest again. “Ready?” He whispers in a husky growl, waiting a few heartbeats of a second for her response before he’s pressing in just the tip of his length for her to get used to the stretch, before he presses in further.
The sweat might be the least important thing in her mind in the current situation, if if even crosses her mind at all. The heat is making itself known, but it is just there and nothing she bothers to pay much attention to. All her attention (save for a fraction still paying attention to any sound at the front door) is directed towards Uldren and the feeling of him against her.
He breaks the kiss and she takes a few fast gasping breaths of air, shivering again as his hand makes its way back towards her chest. His question is aired and she nods in response, moving one hand up to the back of his head to push it down enough for her to press her lips back against his in time for her to half drown a quiet moan that escapes her throat when he begins to press himself inside. Her fingers grip tighter at him and she carefully rolls her hips up against him to help ease him further in.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:53 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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
His hand grips at her chest while he works to line himself up, only to break for a breath of air and to have her pull him back in. He goes easily, willingly, lips finding hers as he practically swallows the moan that leaves her. She rolls her hips, helping him slip in a bit more, and it’s all that it takes for him to keep pushing, until he’s filled her completely, offering his own growl of a moan into the kiss.
She’s definitely ready, he finds, and it’s with another sound of a panting breath that Uldren starts to move, rocking his hips against her, picking an easy pace. It’s one that matches his hand on her chest while his other tangles in her dark hair again, half using an elbow to remain hovering above her and to keep from crushing her.
03-03-2023, 03:24 PM
