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Octeuril Catch all [Open!]

Who: Everett and anybody!
When: Throughout Octeuril
Where: Aefenglom
What: Gardening, Kittens, Quests- many OTA prompts inside!
Warnings: NSFW in some threads, will mark individually as needed.

[All prompts in header are OTA! Closed prompts will be below and marked accordingly. New and established CR both welcome, plotted or not! Will match format, if prose is preferred over brackets!]

Rainy Days, Here to Stay
A. Gardening for fun and competition

[Everett's cottage was a welcome sight, coming back from Dorchacht. He hasn't been a mirrorbound for long and yet, it felt enough like a home to him. His garden had been well taken care of in his absence, but after gaining so much more experience with his magic in Dorchacht, he was ready to really expand. He could let his neighbors have the more beautiful garden, after all!

He'll be happily recruiting any who wish to help him, offering them garden boxes of herbs and tea plants to take home with them in repayment. His tobacco plants he's protective of, but the lilies are off limits!

If gardening isn't in one's skill or knowledge set, that's just fine, Everett seems to be new to it himself, mostly relying on his magic to grow and maintain his garden. All the same, he didn't want to keep draining himself, so there is a stack of literature bought and borrowed on the subject. He's happy for others to take a look, or to write out instructions transcribed, for home care of gifted plants!

They just need to be mindful none of those books get wet. Everett enjoys working out in the rain, but it's difficult to not trek in the water and muck straight into his tidy cottage...]

B. Shelter from the downpour (aka The Kitten Giveaway)
[Throughout the month, Everett will be out and about his yard. He's landscaping the front portion with verdant rose bushes and hibiscus and ivy to crawl up the front porch of his cottage. Soon enough, it's overtaken with more green and blossoming flowers than it is wooden structure. HIs front gate is always left wide open and welcoming.

On this day, it's really pouring. He spies someone stuck out in it, waving to them from under his porch. There's a basket in his arm and he's stuffing it full of... kittens? Seems a family of strays was taking shelter and he felt a need to help. The neighbors keep feeding the local cats, but this was the first Everett saw of little ones. They should really be brought in.

As should the poor person out in the rain! Everett waves them in, warmly greeting even a perfect stranger. He's always happy to make friends.]

This way! My cottage is warm, do take shelter. It really is coming down today!

A Questing We Shall Go
A. Garden Troubles
[Everett loves him some fresh preserves! He's also just a very helpful man, aiding the old woman with her troubles would be on his to-do even without reward. He's happy to see someone else willing to indulge her. He's glad others are so kind!

He does not expect the issue to be puppies of all things. The same from the dream, even! Same kind of creature, at least. Everett was already very fond of the petal wolves, so he's careful not to harm any while shooing the majority away. One remains and it's a particularly pesky one, he's in need of the other helper to chase the pup into his arms. He catches the dog around the midsection and swings the creature up in his arms, looking it over appraisingly]

Caught you, little one! This is no place for you.... [it whimpers at him and. Oh. Huh.

He could understand just what it meant! How curious that is.]

B. Habitat for Refugees
[While he's more than happy to be out of Dorchacht, Everett is not content to leave the refugees without assistance. They're in real need of support and mentorship, autonomy is a frightening prospect! Everett does not want them slipping back into familiar habits or finding new, worse ones. Aefenglom may be a better place, but it's not perfect and these monsters could easily be taken advantage of if they're not well looked after. Everett is assisting on two, main fronts.

Firstly, thrifting! He's happy to gather some money up of his own and kind donation of other volunteers, using every coin of it wisely. With so many yard sales around the city, it's easy to get practical goods and furniture at a bargain. The housing for the refugees should be well stocked with living essentials in now time! Of course, assistance hunting down good deals and even just moving so much furniture would be very helpful to him.

Second, he's doing much the same as he did in Dorchacht, brightening up the neighborhood with plant life! His focus is on planting herbs, tea plants, and fruiting trees. Plants the refugees can easily tend to themselves and harvest for the local market or keep for themselves. Everett's eye is steadfastly on providing the practical!]

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We did finish that last one. I went back and bought several more.

[Everett, you hate that wine, but you're obsessed... it really must be some important memory. He just can't pin which!]

I will see you soon. Door is open.

Everett...

All right. Coming over.

[Surely, he feels the disappointment and the eye rolling going through their bond. But it doesn't last as she comes over-and with a knock, walks in. She takes a moment to slide off her shoes and smooth down the needed skirt.]

Everett? I'm here.

[With appropriate comedic timing, Sokie reaches the door and the first thing she'll hear is the distinct sound of stumbling, falling, and glass breaking.

Everett does not hear the knock, so when Sokie walks in, he's looking rather tragic. Completely fallen over himself, wine bottle smashed, and his faun feet splayed behind him.]

Fuck..! [OH, he looks up, immediately embarrassed, seemingly more by being caught cursing than the entire rest of the incident.]

M, my apologies. Heavens... what a mess. [it's him, he's the mess]

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[At first, she's wondering if it's a break in or a robbery of some kind, so she hastens her steps, her hands coming up ready to bring out the bad ass runes and...!

Instead she sees one of her bonded, her little faun in this sorry state. And he even said a swear. Gasp! She'd find it funny if she wasn't worried about the broken glass. ]

Fuck indeed.

[She moves around carefully, with the ease of someone used to having to step in careful ways, before she moved to stand behind him and clamp her hands into his pits.]

Come along you. Let's dump you into the bath, and no, don't try to stand up.

Hooves are far more delicate then you may think.

[She will tickle you. This girl is wild.]

I can stand- dear Sokie, please- [He's going to be righting himself with the help of Sokie and some of his mercifully sturdy furniture. Mindful to not step on the glass or slip in the spilled wine, he gets to his... hooves. It takes him a wobbly moment, like a newborn calf, to be steady again, but there he is.]

It's like standing upon my tiptoes, is all. But constantly. Here, I keep forgetting myself and trying to rest back on my heel, then I collapse. [he's also, like... four inches taller, exactly like he would be if he'd gone around standing on his very tip toes all the time. Or got a tall set of heels. That's basically what's going on, he just doesn't have the heel part to rest on. What trouble..!]

Everett, I think you just proven that you can't.

[Oh, he's taller now. Well then. That is a little different of all the things. And she...peers up at him and sighs, hands still on his waist.]

And you've also proven you've never worn heels before. Too bad, I could have put you in those and just your gloves.

[Wait. Wait. She coughed, and bumped her head against his back. Crap.]

Damnit. Just go and clean up please. I'll take care of this.

Heels have a heel.. [Sokie, he has absolutely worn heels, what do you take him for-?

Oh. Was that a rush of excitement from her, in turn? Or is that just a feedback loop of his own desires?

Why would they waste time cleaning? He turns around, steadying himself with both hands on her shoulders. It takes some leaning down to kiss her now, but she gets a doting kiss on the forehead]

Leave it. Let's skip the wine. [he wants this too much to play coy and she's right there with him, isn't she? She can lick the wine off him if she really pleased, eh... another all too good and lewd thought, that]

You roll mostly on your toes to look sultry silly.

[Well mostly. But while the forehead kiss was more friendly then heated, the touch still makes her shiver. There's too much excitement and with the loop and her own bodily reactions...ugh, screw it.

She doesn't want to wait anymore.]

Then just...Everett, we don't need the bedroom. You know what we both need right now.

I might need the bed, anything to be on these stilts less. [he jokes, but also, it's the truth. It's also a small cottage, easy to move carefully around glass and to his chambers.

He can get there with minor wobbling!

Once there, though, he's happily pushing Sokie back down into his mattress. Crawling over top her, the next kiss is to her lips and far less innocent. He's desperate and the bond says that more than words or even actions can express. His eagerness, right there, unabashed in their shared emotions.]

Fine fine, so long as we get there.

[Yeah she's really feeling the loop. Thank goodness this cottage is cozy rather then spacious, or she might just have tossed him onto the floor.

Instead, she pulled him down, kissing him right back with a groan of relief, her hips arching up in a desperate need to grind against him. Finally, finally-it was like scratching a large itch. If nothing else, they were eager and hands on with each other once they got in the right place. The fact they might both smell of weird wine didn't matter. That was future them problems.]

[There's a swirl of fulfilled emotion, circling between them, relief that is quickly tempered with further desire. Everett wants so much, but he's a gentleman, he's used to a restrained approach, being sure everything is well communicated. That level of consideration feels oddly... pointless. He can feel Sokie wants this, as much as him, it's no presumption not any bit interpretation. He just knows and is certain.

No stop or stutter for words needed. He kisses her deep and demanding, tongue pushing into her mouth to seek her own. His hands gasp hips and seek fasteners. Anything between them should go. He's quick to pull away buttons and hooks, slide and shimmy her skirt away, her blouse, undergarments, everything he can. It's all taken off between kissing her. Something he breaks to admire her naked form down on against his sheets.

Even in his desperation, he likes to find such pause to appreciate.]

Beautiful.

[It's an intense connection. Desire begetting more desire, and the fact that he's such a gentleman...uuuuuugh. She could strangle him for delaying things, for being so nice. Stupid sexy rock climber with his manners and his body worship!!! How dare!!!

At least she was able to channel some of the energy into the deep kiss, allowing him in so she could slide her tongue against his, and keep him close.

It was mostly through the coolness of the air that told her that she was undressing-the noises were really distractions, if that. No, background noise as he undressed her, and allowed him to see what a state she was in.

Sokie hadn't even realized she was panting as she looked up at him-though she could feel the wet spot she'd already left on the bed.

Breathless, she laughed, and reached for him.]

You can admire me later, after you've ravished me thoroughly.

I'll continue to admire you, as I do that. [He teases, not wasting the time entirely. His own clothing needs to be shed and he's not being deliberate. His tunic, slacks, and undergarments all get thrown aside swiftly, no care to where they land. Cleaning up is for later. Clothing, wine, themselves... all can be dealt with in good time.

There's much more he'd normally do, at a moment like this one. He'd take some care to work her up with his hands, his mouth... but there's no need. She's drenched and he's hard and they're both well beyond eager. Everett reaches to spread her legs around his hips and he slides his cock inside her to the hilt.

Falling back in close to her, he kisses her with a moan of pleasure at the sensation, rushed as it was, it's absolutely what he needed about now. For as much pleasure there is in there bond, there's gratitude there too, relief, that sweet feeling of "ah, someone who feels the same as I do". All simple pleasures surrounding the very large pleasure that is fucking a beautiful woman he does so admire.]

Charmer.

[She managed that much but-she was more concerned in watching him undress-or rather toss them away. Neatness, what's neatness, there were more important things they needed. And thank frick, he got right to the point.

She sighed into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, and her feet made to press against the small of his back. This wasn't the first time she had Bonded sex but-the feedback was still dizzying. The relief of sensation, the desire to enjoy the moment-and the sheer pleasure of them being on the same page-flowed through their bond while they fucked one another.

Sokie had needed this-the pressure tapped off, the ability not to think for awhile-it was a relief. The admiration was a fun little surprise and enjoyable. This was going to be a good night.]

[He began to move within her, hips stuttering just a bit overly eager before he could find rhythm. In his age and experience, it wasn't often he discovered some brilliantly new pleasure. There's a youthful fire behind it, the bond heightening the sensations as much as emboldening him. Everett reaches to card his gloved fingers through her hair, dipping away from the kiss to her mouth to trail down her neck. He mutters into skin, smirking]

I seek to please- haah, and you seem pleased when I'm not such the gentlemen, [he punctuates with a sharp and sudden bite to her collar, sucking a dark mark into the spot with such shared pleasure for something so simple. He likes to be kind and sometimes the best kindness is not going easy. Pounding her hot pussy down into his mattress and treating her just as roughly all over sounds like something they'll both savor, something they can fully enjoy with the trust of their bond feeding wordless consent and eagerness between them]

[His movement made her breath catch. She pushed against him, sharper then she meant, before they settled into a more natural rhythm, one that matched their experience-and a little less like fumbling teenagers.

But only just. The bite had her gasp, and her fingers dug into the back of his shoulders. Thankfully she kept her nails short but...guh.]

I-mmgh-can't be kind and gentle, I need you to fuck me, fuck me-

[Her voice rose into a plea- higher pitched, desperate as she clung to him, their bond pulsing with pleasure and approval-yes yes yes, just like that-gods this was different from last time, if only due to the lust cycling feeding into one another.]

[Ah, those fingers digging into his back, that's nice. All the roughness is nice. His hand in her hair tightens to a fist, pulling her hair taut, holding her firmly at the roots. All the better to expose her neck, his mouth there, peppering her with bites and kissing that quickly turns to him leaving dark marks where he can.

He can't hold back his groans of pleasure, reaching his free hand down to hoist one thigh up around him higher. Positioning her all the more open, so he can thrust harder and heavier. Nothing too quick, wanting this to last.]

Don't hold back on me, either- dear Sokie...

[The roughness was good-great even, a relief after all of the tension before. His hair pulling had her offer a pleased whine as she pulled her head away-making it become more taut. Oh yes, that was the good stuff.

And him hoisting up her thigh like that-she offered an excited little laugh, grabbing at him harder.]

Me? Never.

[She pulled him down so she could bite and kiss him in return, tugging at his skin with her teeth. He wasn't going to be the only one to leave a mark.]

If you need to a break...just want me on top, just say the wor-dd! Word...

[Each bite and kiss gets a hum in return, Everett wanting all of it. Her fingers dug into his skin, her teeth into the nape of his neck, any and all of it was satisfying. His hips continue to roll, aided by strong core muscles, another good gift of his climbing. He chuckles at her offer]

Not so old you need w, worry for my stamina, my dear- [he tugs her hair a bit harder, kissing beneath his chin, to the softest skin there]

Though I could never say no to a ride like that.

[She wanted to leave her mark on him, wanted to hear his reactions, feel him tense and shiver under her fingers, her mouth. And of course feel the slap of skin on skin.]

Ah! Not-nnnot calling you old Ever-everett.

[Give her a second, she needs to do a little more biting and kissing on her own here because...just because.]

Just, just offering.

[And maaaaybe wanting to admire his naked body some more cuz dayum.]

Go ahead and flip me over, if you can, S, Sokie- [he welcomes it, voice rough and edged with teasing challenge.

He'll pointedly reach to pin both her arms over her head, his hands firmly on her wrists. It's no fun to just let her win, after all! She'd know if he went easy, anyways, the connection between their bond and bodies would make it all too obvious.

That stream of eager emotion between them is liberating, to know he can (attempt) to restrain her without it being unwelcome or alarming. Everett's not a violent man, he just likes this sort of rough play, it's all too exciting to man like him, always so thrilled by risk and reward. It makes him all the more confident and assured, no need to hold back out of concern or uncertainty]

Ooooh. Denial makes you a fiesty man.

[She laughs, her gaze wild and her teeth bared as she takes the situation in. It's not so much the rough play he's into that he enjoys a challenge...And maybe a little thrill of what she may do. She can be unpredictable.

Especially because she doesn't try to flex and wrestle her arms free right away. Instead, her legs come around, and move to pin him around the hips, a heel digging into the small of his back.]

Don't worry. I'm up for it.

[With a wink, she tried to suddenly jerk his weight to the side using her hips and legs. Gosh, this was fun.]

[He'd been putting a good amount of focus on pinning her arms, still rolling his hips to fuck her. So, he's taken more off guard to be locked in tight, deep in her, then rolled from that vantage. Everett shifts with her push of weight and ultimately helps the roll, so he can land entirely on his back. A breatheless sort of hiss as he settles her weight down on his waist.

Fuck, she felt good inside, taking him in so deep from over top.]

D, damn, maybe that was... too easy for you! [he laughs softly, shifting his hands down her palms to lace her fingers with his still gloved hands. His arms can flex strongly against hers, giving her some really wonderful leverage to work with.]

Not that I could regret it. You're beautiful, Sokie. [a truly marvelous sight naked before him, shine and warmth across her skin from effort, so far]

[She thought he'd go for the upper arm strength. His mistake! But ah well-there was the pleasure of having him push deep into her, and the better one, of being able to get on top of him with his accidental help.

She grinned down at him, shivering in pleasure. Hah. Still got it. Even if it meant that their fingers were intertwined...feeling a little intimate...at least the gloves were on. It made it less weird.]

What can I say? I rise to the challenge.

[She laughed, grinning as she started to rock and move in earnest, pressing on his hands. What a great anchor.]

And you...are a flatterer and a charmer. Beautiful sweet man.

[He was such a sight, with his hair sprayed around him like that, the slickness of his skin. Ah...what a good time.]

A, And I aim... to please- [Everett gasps out, groaning in the deepest part of his throat as she rolled her hips. He knows he looks a mess, all tangled hair and flushed skin. His glasses fell slightly askew, but he has a plenty good look up at her, still. Given how well kept he always tried to be, mostly succeeding, it made a delicious contrast to be made a mess of.

Meeting her bounces with his own, more limited movements beneath, giving the control to her was putting him on edge. Or perhaps she was getting there and it was feeding into him? So difficult to tell where a feeling starts and ends, with the bond, but it was a novel experience.

He's not sure he needs to say it, but he does, liking it to cross through his lips]

Sokie, I'm getting- getting close-

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