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HONEYCNDWILDFIRE - MOVED TO DIVIINEDEVILRY (JESTER) AND DEATHWRUNG (REBEKAH) - independent, private dual muse for rebekah mikaelson ♡ (tvd - highly canon divergent) & jester lavorre ❀ (critical role, campaign two). carrd. written by jess (she/her, 25+, australia).
i caved and jes and bekah are getting their own spaces and rather than try and divide here, i’m ganna archive this one.
@diviinedevilry - jes
@deathwrung - bekah, on a sideblog to jes
i caved and jes and bekah are getting their own spaces and rather than try and divide here, i’m ganna archive this one.
@diviinedevilry - jes
@deathwrung - bekah, on a sideblog to jes
fjorester week 2021 » day 2: battle couple or class reversal jester lavorre - orphan / looking for her parents. warlock of the archfey artagan & paladin of the moonweaver, oath of glory. sword: blade of roses, the vineheart. fjord stone - adopted son of the plank king, aka vandran. exiled pirate of darktow. sailor in port damali. (life) cleric of the wildmother. spirit guardians: jellyfish.
aschcregen ❀ caleb;
Caleb simply WATCHES her for a while, knowing just how much she enjoys having his fingers in her mouth. He’s good with them, he knows, and he knows that Jester likes to watch him do magic, but this? It had been a surprise at first, but a welcome one nonetheless. His lips are curved into a smile as he picks up some more of the glaze with his free hand then, letting it drip onto his chest.
It’s quite something to watch Jester like this, and he can feel his cock twitching with interest when he finally pulls his fingers free and instead pulls Jester down for a short kiss to lick the rest of the glaze off of her lips. “All YOURS.” He mutters, before dripping some more of the glaze down his stomach.
It’s one thing to know she has his heart – a part of her had known long before he ever spoke the words aloud, had attempted to translate it into something she could grasp in every silence – but every time he tells her it ignites something deep within her. Something beyond rational, a desire to consume all he has to offer, to make up for all the moments lost to fear, insuring it can never be taken from her, her tail curling.
Almost reluctantly she moves from his lips, shifting her attention to briefly brush her lips over his cock, to swirl her tongue over its tip mischeviously. From there she begins with his stomach, pain-stakingly taking her time as she follows the drips of the glaze ever upward, all the while watching him through her lashes. “You taste like mine. All sweet.”
Elijah can't deal with dead Rebekah cause he's already dead uwu
…. no.
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
"darling" is honestly such a good pet name because it's sweet but saying it it also makes you feel like a really gay villain
aschcregen ❀ caleb;
God she looks BEAUTIFUL like this, all come undone, and Caleb thinks he could come just from looking at her like this. It helps that he’s the one doing this to her, too, he’s making her fall apart, and she’s all his. It sends a wave of arousal through him as he slides down her body, kissing the inside of her thigh before letting his tongue dart out to gather what’s left between her legs, letting it coat his lips. The toy is still buzzing, though a little slower this time.
“So beautiful…” he mutters eventually, coming back up to kiss her again, letting the toy brush against her nipples. It’s slow and sensual, and Caleb thinks he could draw this out. Do this all night. Just watch Jester fall apart and lose control. It’s wonderful, and he feels a warmth in his chest at the thought of her ALLOWING him to see her like this. “Tell me what you want, my love…”
Still on edge, the brief contact as he tastes her feels like an eternity, like stoking the embers until they’re encouraged into an inferno once more. She’s thankful when he returns to kiss her, when she can try to focus on his lips against hers, on exploring his mouth and tasting herself as she does. A moment she could live in, shielded and safe and oh-so bright, humming against her skin – the best of all muses; one to capture and enjoy for now until she can put it to paper later.
Even against her chest the toy feels magical, the buzzing a mirror of her heart fluttering beneath it. What she wants is a dangerous ask, full of more wants than a body her size should collect over the course of an entire lifetime, always threatening to spill. Instead she keeps it simple, to the immediate and most pressing. “I want to make you feel just as good. Something for you – wanna watch you.” And maybe torment him a little in return. Just a little.’
“Your name goes before you- it tells everyone what you’re about. Names are awfully old magic, older than the monarchy, older than me. Your name is the armor you wear in the Battle of Everyday. Hardly anyone gets to pick their own. It is one of the privileges of your position. When your parents choose your name, they make a little wish for your future and fold it up inside your heart forever. When you choose your own, you make your own wish.”
— The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home, Catherynne M. Valente
aschcregen ❀ caleb;
It’ll fade in a littlw while, they both know it, and yet, FOR NOW, this is perfect. It’s a literal afterglow, and Caleb smiles at the wordplay in his head. He’s easily distracted by how beautiful Jester is though, and by her reaction to the spell. She always talks about him as a work of art, but she is one too, always has been, and she’s his to admire, and only his. That thought goes straight to his cock. He ignores it for now though, instead reaches for her fingers and guides them across the lines.
“You are.” He then mutters. “So many different constellations and stars…so many parts of you. All unique in their own way. Some bright, and some less so, but not any less BEAUTIFUL…” Caleb brings her fingers to his lips and kisses each one, lips curved into a smile. “And I love them all…”
If she can memorise every inch of his body there’s no doubt he can do the same. In every light, in every form — she’s never been inclined to hide from him, never worried about what he saw when he looked at her ( how could she when he looked at her like he did? ). Still, this feels entirely different: on display, an extension of his magic… It makes her blush, a deep purple colouring her cheeks as he guides her touch, showing precisely as he sees her.
Jester pulls her lip between her teeth, the only thing between her and her impulse to make a joke. “You make me sound so poetic.” She replies, the blush only deepening at his words. “But I guess,” there’s a pause as she pushes up to rest her forehead against his, “that would make you the moon – the brightest of them all. The one I’d follow anywhere.”
inmydrcams ❀ ciri;
Ciri can’t help the half a second where her whole body freezes at the touch of a stranger. And then she tells herself she’s being ridiculous, takes a breath and brings herself back to now, not to something that has happened before and is over with. No, she needs to focus on the now and how the girl is just grabbing her hands, no more. She looks around after the other, tries to see what she’s searching for but there’s nothing and Ciri can’t help a confused look on her face. Ciri takes a moment to try and process the information but for some reason all she can do is laugh. So she laughs. Something about the way she says it so seriously, something about the idea of gods and meeting them, Ciri just can’t help herself.
❝ I’m sorry but… ❞ She stops just long enough to speak, take a breath. ❝ What e l s e should we expect from GODS? ❞ If Jester can hear the bitterness in her tone then GOOD. If no gods heard her prayers when Cintra fell why should they ever? They’re clearly assholes who don’t give a fuck.
“I think,” Jester begins, pulling a face of intense concentration as she deliberates how best to pick her next words. “Well, I think their main problem is that most of them don’t know anything about the people that worship them. Like, as long as no one is actively pretending to be them,” she rolls her eyes, a mocking quality to her voice that can only be born from intimate experience, “then they don’t really care what anyone’s doing. You can’t just like… send a wind through the trees and pretend that counts as a message – that’s bullshit.”
And if she’s biased because her own deity is a friend before a patron then maybe she should be. Maybe that’s something the rest of them should LEARN from rather than act as if he’s going to hurt her. A few months earlier and she might have produced a pamphlet ( personally drawn by the eventual high priestess ), might have encouraged Ciri to join The Traveler – to find a family in the chaos. And maybe it’s selfish or maybe it’s divine, but if she had to pick between Artie her best friend and Artagan The Traveler… well there was never a choice to begin with.
update: got even more scans and follow ups tonight because it’s looking like my tailbone/coccyx might be broken too 😅
SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES
[ SIT ] for one muse to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed, keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still.
[ RISK ] for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.
[ DISTRACT ] for one muse to drive while the other gives them head/fingers them.
[ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.
[ SUBTLE ] our muses are cuddling, sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them.
[ STILL ] our muses are cuddling, receiver begins to feel up sender and tease them.
[ GUIDE ] while one muse is riding the other, the one being ridden takes hold of the one on top’s hips to control their movements.
[ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately.
[ GAZE ] our muses are having sex in missionary and the one on the bottom tells them to slow down so they can just look at them for a few moments.
[ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes.
[ CAREFUL ] one muse is recovering from minor injuries, so the other takes charge and makes them stay still while they have slow, sensual sex.
[ REVERENT ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, sender body worships receiver by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ GRATIFICATION ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, receiver body worships sender by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ MESS ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but sender starts to finger receiver.
[ RESTART ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but receiver starts to finger sender.
[ CLEANSE ] our muses have sex in the bathtub.
[ TENSION ] one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s.
[ DISCUSSION ] for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together.
[ APPROACHED ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and sender finally broaches the subject to receiver ( feel free to add dialogue or actions )
[ APPROACH ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.
[ SUGGESTIVE ] our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons, kinks, and what they’re attracted to.
[ GROUND RULES ] for our muses to discuss boundaries before trying something new in bed.
[ OBSERVE ] for sender to show receiver where and how they want to be touched.
[ DEMONSTRATE ] for receiver to show sender where and how they want to be touched.
[ LINE ] our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating, but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.
[ DEBATE ] our muses are arguing because sender is worried and overprotective of receiver, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end kissing and groping at each other.
[ CLAIM ] our muses are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end up kissing and groping at each other.
[ SENSUAL ] for sender to slowly undress receiver, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ GRADUAL ] for receiver to slowly undress sender, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ SERVICE ] our muses just showered together, sender dries off receiver with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
[ CARESS ] our muses just showered together, receiver dries off sender with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
COMMUNICATION
❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞
❝ i’ve never tried that before. but i want to, can we just take it slow? ❞
❝ don’t be nervous, i’ll guide you through it. ❞
❝ just because i’ve never actually fucked someone doesn’t mean i don’t know what i like. we have toys for a reason. ❞
❝ show me what you like. ❞
❝ can we take a break? i’m enjoying this i just need a moment. ❞
❝ can i be on top this time? ❞
❝ can i be on bottom this time? ❞
❝ just relax, lie still and let me take care of you. ❞
❝ do you think we could try pegging? i’ve always been kinda curious. ❞
❝ you can blindfold me but i want my hands free if we do that. ❞
❝ let me know if the ropes are too tight, okay? ❞
❝ i think i’m ready. if you are too, i wanna have sex. ❞
❝ listen, i’ve wanted to get you in bed since you first smiled at me. but we don’t have to do this unless you’re sure. ❞
❝ i’m ready, but we should set some ground rules first. ❞
❝ can you use your mouth again? i really liked that. ❞
❝ do you like how this feels? ❞
❝ yes, i like this. can you just— please keep doing that. ❞
❝ i don’t want to be touched this time, i just want to focus on you right now. ❞
❝ i prefer to do the giving if that’s okay? ❞
❝ i like receiving but, if you want me to do something i will. i want you to feel good too. ❞
❝ you can go harder. i’m okay, i want you to. ❞
❝ i don’t want to have to think or have control. just, do what you want with me. if something is too much i’ll let you know. trust me. ❞
❝ do you need me to slow down? ❞
❝ what can i do to make you more comfortable? ❞
❝ i know this is really vulnerable for you, so we can take this as slow as you need. you’re in control here okay? ❞
❝ can you just kiss me for a little bit first? ❞
madefate ❀ yasha;
❛ That’s – good. That’s good. ❜ Yasha bites down idly on her lower lip as she weaves the strands of Jester’s hair together. When she does her own hair in braids it’s perfunctory – meant to keep it out of her face, and she never has to worry about gentleness as long as the job gets done. But Jester is different. Jester is… she’s bright. She’s pretty. She’s strong, of course, but in a way that Yasha can’t help but respect from a distance and still approach with caution. She deserves whatever delicacy Yasha can manage.
It’s not until one side is done that Yasha takes a moment to breathe and relax her fingers before starting on the other. She’s never done anything as intricate as a crown, and even this is hardly intricate, but she’s reasonably sure she can manage to combine the two braid lengths. Even when she does startle just a little at the request, face warming. ❛ Oh, I – if you want to? I could do that. ❜ She smiles, tucking it away at the corner of her mouth. ❛ That sounds really, really lovely. ❜
Eyes close and she can almost smell the salt in the air. Can almost hear the waves in the way that one has to really concentrate, a ghost whispering on the breeze, comforting if it can be caught over the madness between. It’s not a place she misses often – especially not now that travelling has become so much easier – but occasionally it’s still there all the same. It’s in a song someone sings without realising, in the passing fragrance that smells uncannily like Mama’s perfume, and apparently, in Yasha’s gentle touch – making art of her hair despite no nightmare to be found be soothed from.
“Really Yasha – “ a hand reaches to feel the side that’s been completed, running her fingers down the length to paint a picture in her mind. “ – You’re pretty talented at this. It’s really soothing.” She turns her head to try and capture a glance at Yasha, in as much as she can without messing up all her work. “Maybe when we’re done – like properly done saving the world and all – you might have a calling braiding hair. You could make a lot of little kids feel like princesses.”
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