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Bren's life is ANYTHING but chaos, usually. Every move has to be planned out to minimize the risk, and yet...Jester had waltzed into it without a care in the world, and he had let her. Was letting her do the same thing over and over again, like an amateur, really. Still, he can't quite bring himself to tell her NO, and she comes back every time, maybe with the intention of finding out secrets he's not meant to share, sure, but those thoughts seem to be forgotten pretty quickly, too.
He let's out a soft moan when her fingers wind into his hair and he pushes himself closer, giving in to the feeling of WANTING her. She's beautiful like this, all spread out beneath him, and he tells her as much between pushes of his tongue, the intention of wanting to make her come at least once before even taking his own clothes off pretty clear.
"Yes, Liebste?" he mutters with a smile, glancing up to meet her eyes. "Anything you'd like to say?" His tongue flicks over her clit again as he nudges her legs further apart, allowing one, and then two fingers to slip into her as he pushes himself closer again, getting back to work, so to speak.
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He ALWAYS focuses on work. The business they’re in doesn’t allow for slip ups, but Jester Lavorre has been a constant one ever since he’s met her. Bren knows it’s dangerous, and yet he cannot stay away. If anything, it makes him want her even more, and the fact that she so readily offers herself up to him? It only adds to the whole thing.
They both know she shouldn’t be here, and Astrid and Wulf will never let him live this down if they find out, but he really cannot bring himself to care. “Oh you don’t know what you’re saying, Jester.” He mutters with a slight smirk, hands spreading her thighs apart a little wider, before leaning in to press kisses to the inside of her thighs. A primal part of him wants to throw her down and take her right there and then, but then the fun would be over so quickly, and there’s NO WAY he’s letting her go so fast.
“Lie back.” One hand presses her down onto her back, papers crumpling beneath her body as he puts his mouth to her core, slow strokes with his tongue at first, dress pushed up even further. “And enjoy for now...”
if anything, jester’s job was to stir chaos, both for her father’s line of work and her god’s. this was anything but for the pair of them- it was selfish but oh was it perhaps the best chaos she’s been causing. they weren’t supposed to be here, they weren’t supposed to be falling into a pattern but jester, for reasons other than chaos, and for reasons that she tried to deny. she had never felt this way before. her heart thunders when she stares at him for too long. when they touch, she feels like it’s going to burst. and oh when he smirks down at her- she’s trying her best to play aloof, cool, but she can’t help the blush that spread across her face at that and his words. she swallows her argument that she does know what she’s saying and doing but it turns into a sigh of her lips as his press to her thighs, happily spreading her legs for him.
before maybe she would have tried to catch a glimpse of the work that she is now crushing under her weight. she can’t now though. she cares and though of course, she would never say that outloud but oh does it echo in her head now, when she’s with him, or when she’s alone. it never stops. she would do almost anything he asks when it was just them, another word she did not imagine until she waltzed into his office.
he doesn’t need to ask her twice, jester letting her head hit the wood with a soft plunk, a little bit of laughter leaving her mouth though it quickly turns into a moan the moment she felt his tongue brushing at her center. “ bren… ” his name is a little more than a breath upon his lips, her eyes trying to watch him work, full attention on him. her free hand rests over his just slightly to help him push her skirt up, her nails running gently over his scalp with the other, trying to keep still.
#//YESSSS#cupcaketrickster#nsft#v: fool me once fool me twice are you death or paradise? ( jester ; cupcaktrickster )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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"You know I don't care about THAT." Caleb replies, his voice soft as he speaks, but his arms around her still in a firm grip. He's glad to be able to see her again at all, he thinks, because he had spent so much of the last few years thinking he had seen her for the last time on that fateful night, thinking she would not want to see him again even if they had the chance. "You're doing great, just keep breathing, ja? You'll feel better in a minute,"
That's the thing her mind decided to latch on. Never once did she question feeling safe around him, not even when Trent had made her fight him and the group he had been traveling with. He was someone who had always done what he could to keep her safe, even if she had failed to do the same for him. Eventually her breathing evened out and she felt like she had been put theough training exercises all over again but she could at least take in air without feeling like she was struggling.
"This is not how I intended for you to see me again." Her voice cracked slightly as she worked on piecing herself back together.
#proelio procusi#v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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Caleb had RESIGNED himself to his fate of being alone, because it had seemed like the right thing to do. Trent might not have been his true father, but he had seen him as one for the longest time, and it had made Caleb think he'd end up just like him, bitter and cruel, and a person like that would not be deserving of anyone's love, let alone be deserving to be a father.
Then Jester had stumbled into his life and had recklessly turned it upside down without a second though, and oh he was more thankful for that than she could EVER know. He intends to tell her though, especially now that he can see tears falling from her eyes, and making her worry, or worse: feel sad, is the very last thing he wants to do.
"Jester," his voice is thick with emotions as he swallowed, reaching up to brush the tears from her cheeks, cradling her face in his hands oh so softly. "How could there EVER be someone else?" He leans in to close the distance between them, because for once in his life, words FAIL him. Nothing can quite describe just how much he LOVES her, but he will be sure to try to make her know how much she is loved for the rest of his life and beyond.
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Her words are soft spoken and yet so CLEAR and spoken with intent that they’re impossible to miss. Maybe he’d be able to talk himself out of this, to turn away and leave her behind, because he does still believe it would be better for her to live her life free of any burdens he brought along, but then again, she seems like someone who’s persistent, someone who, once they’ve set their eyes on something, do not give up.
She would not still be here if she wasn’t. He thinks, and the knot in his stomach tightens just a little. “Jester.” Her name slips out before he can stop himself, before he can get it together enough to send her away. He’s tried, or he’s tried HARD, and yet she’s right here, her hands soft against his cheeks, and Caleb can’t help but feel tears rising in his eyes. “Please don’t ever think you don’t deserve me. If anything...I do not deserve someone as kind and loving as you.”
He doesn’t think of himself as a good person, hasn’t for a very long time, though Beauregard will probably tell him different, and so will Vess. It’s strange, how he doesn’t manage to get Trent’s voice out of his head, even after not seeing him for such a long time, and it’s just another part of himself he hates.
Still, the tears begin to fall when she talks about LOVE, like he cannot quite believe that she would love someone like him, and yet he doesn’t step away, even though he knows it would be for the best. Caleb doesn’t know how much time passes like this, how much time passes until he finally meets her eyes through his tears. “You’d let me love you, just like that?”
all of this has started at just a game, something to benefit them both in the long run, but all too quickly, something inside of jester knew this was her path. she tried her best to push it down. she tried her best to remind herself time and time again that it is an act on his part, any flirtation, any dance, any smile or stolen look has been nothing but a ruse but what she feels is anything but and she has kept it inside out of fear for long enough- too long if the tears that form in caleb widogast’s eyes have anything to say. she feels them form in her own eyes as she watches, trying to fight the urge to run to him, to cup his cheeks and wipe them away but for now, she holds back in wait.
the duke says her name as though it’s some sort of tender thing, and that’s enough to let the tears drip from her eyes but she doesn’t shy away or withdraw, not even as doubt fills her in response to his words. “ you deserve the moon. the stars. the sun. infinite smiles and joy and laughter and all the happiness in the world, your grace. ” you deserve so much better than me. but she leaves that unsaid, a faint smile stretching on her lips despite her thoughts but one that falls the very moment she notices the tears falling from his eyes.
he looks at her and he speaks at last and jester brushes both hands over his cheeks, feather light, almost asking if the touch is okay with her eyes as she lightly brushes away at the skin, trying to brush them away, ignoring her own falling. she answers his question with a nod and a sad sort of chuckle, staring at him till she finds her words.
“ if i am who you want, who would bring you that joy and happiness then yes. and it would not be something i am letting you do. it’s something i would see done with the widest smile and fullest heart. ” she sounds ridiculous and the lot of sounds perhaps too sappy, but jester is a romantic and that is her truth. “ caleb… no one has ever made me feel the way you do. and i feel as though no one truly sees me like you. but i will swallow all of it down if there’s someone else… ” she wants to ask about his doubts, about why he do he doubts himself, but for now she settles for reading his eyes not wanting to push this or him… though she fears she already has…
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Caleb allows himself to lean back a little more, enjoying the way the other man's fingers feel in his hair. It's a soothing motion, and he relaxes into it easily, eyes slipping shut. He could do this for a while, he thinks, without having to worry about any kind of work they have to do, or WANT to do.
"Of course, ja." he replies, the hint of a smile on his face as he sits up, reaching for the shampoo and handing it over to the other man over his shoulder. "Do as you please, Liebster."
essek smiles and nestles closer at the soothing touches. this kind of tenderness is somehow more intimate than sex. it's a happy surprise that he can enjoy it without apprehension, without fearing danger in the stillness. there's no hidden anger here, just idle affection.
" indeed, " he says, " no meager accomplishment, for us. " he works his fingers into caleb's hair, massaging his scalp. " shall i wash your hair? " it's more of a request than an offer. he loves caleb's hair, and it'd be a treat to tend to it.
#seeliecourt#v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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They can talk LATER, Caleb thinks, about what's bothering her, more than usual anyway, but for now all he wants is for her to allow herself to let go, even if it's just for a few minutes. He knows a thing or two about overworking yourself, or letting your worries get the better of you, so he wants to help her release some of that tension.
He allows her to kiss the corner of his mouth and his jaw, and whatever other place she wants to as he moves his fingers against her, rubbing slow circles over her clit and then slipping two fingers into her easily, his thumb being the one finger now pressing against her clit. "You're welcome to tell me what you want...just say the world and I will not hesitate to make you feel good in whichever way you want..."
in all honesty, this has been the very last thing that she had expected when keyelth called him over but she couldn’t find a complaint. she knew she needed caleb, she knew she needed something to take her day away, but she really didn’t know what until he was here, other tensions growing by the second. she didn’t think she was being too obvious, but now they are here, and no complaints leaves her lips. instead, keyleth sighs against his lips the moment that she feels his fingers brush her clit. his words teasing a small moan from her lips, lips not fully kissing his but lightly brushing against them.
letting go is not something as easily done for her, normally, in moments like this well… she is certainly inexperienced but the thought has her blushing as her shoulders slouch. “ okay. i can try and do that. ” she whispers, green eyes raising to meet blue before they flutter shut again, leaning forward to steal his lips in yet another kiss as she let her shoulder relax, for a moment, letting him take the lead. her kiss, though, is short lived, lazily letting her lips drift down to the corner of his lips, then to his chin and slowly making her way down his neck.
#v: all along there was some invisible string tying me to you ( firepassed )#firepassed#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )#nsft
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Caleb had not been used to ANY KIND of touch when he had met his now friends, and he had...well, maybe he hadn't been alright with it, but he had resigned himself to that fate, even with Veth by his side. They had curled up together ever so often to sleep, but it had never been much more than that. Then Jester had come along and completely disregarded any boundaries he had thrown up as an act of self preservation, and somehow had managed to see through his so easily.
She still does, he thinks, but she also knows just what to say to pull him from his negative thoughts, just like Caleb knows how to distract Jester from HER worries and make her smile. He'd say they're made for each other, if he allowed himself to ever think he'd be worthy of her love.
He glances down to where she's grasping his hand, and instead of pulling away, Caleb allows himself to linger for a moment, the hint of a smile curling on his lips. "I know." He then says, softly almost, "I...know all those things, sometimes I just don't quite manage to convince myself of them, you know?" He doesn't know if it makes sense, but he's thankful for Jester's presence in his life, and however much of it she wants to give him. "I'm sorry," He then adds with a slight chuckle, "I did not mean to bring the mood down so much."
every time she touches caleb, jester does so with a tender caution, like she is scared that should she so much as flinch, his flesh would crack and she would hurt him. she touches him all the same, despite the worry. she runs her fingers over the marks on his arms, her eyes never leaving his, partially to make sure he is comfortable but also just to admire his beautiful blue gaze, the softest of smiles stretching on her lips, hoping that he might find some sort of comfort in it, or perhaps joy. joy, though, and any jestering seems too far away to possibly reach, though, so the tiefling instead prepares to accept solace and grounding.
“ i do not think you are a failure. i think you are the farthest thing from a failure. i think you are the most brilliant, sucessful person i know. i know you are.. ” her voice is soft, not quite a whisper but something almost more tender, her words meant to bring calm and comfort, though she feared they were helping little. at the very least she aimed to tether him to the now, to the present, and the tiefling smiles tenderly before scooting closer, eyes not falling away from caleb’s deep blue for a single moment, her hand slowing it’s movement, but not drawing back, scooting closer to him instead.
the tiefling exhales, biting her lip, clearly trying to think of which of the thousands of thoughts that were swimming in her head to say outloud. still thinking, the tiefling instead moves to lightly press her lips to the marks before sitting to look at him. “ i think what you have to show for it is everything you are now, all of your gifts. all the things you have created. us…” she does not know how much of a comfort that is, so she tries again. “ i have not been through anything like that… but… i think you have so much to be proud of. i think… i think you did not need any of that or them. you certainly did not deserve it. the people who did this are failures. not you. ” that much she would say time and time again and scream it out proudly. her face studies his, though, careful, almost hesitant, trying to read his face, waiting for his words, taking his hand with a confident weight, a silent promise in the grasp.
#//they give me SO MANY FEELS#cupcaketrickster#v: you were a kindness when i was a stranger ( cupcaketrickster )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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"You really do not have to thank me." He mutters softly, squeezing the other man's hand. If anything, he's the one who has to thank Wulf, for accepting him back into his life, for allowing Caleb to help them. For not having to kill what had once been the people he'd been closest to.
"Get some sleep, ja?" he then adds, allowing his own eyes to slip shut, but maintaining a firm and steady grip on the other man's hand, even as he drifts off to sleep eventually.
The feeling of the others fingers against his own had Eadwulf shifting to slowly take Caleb’s hand in his, entertwineing their fingers together. "It has been a while for me as well." Eadwulf admitted as he relaxed into the bed, glad for Caleb’s comfort and warmth.
"Thank you..." His voice was barely above a whisper and he didn't know exactly what he was thanking the other wizard for only that for the first time in a long time things felt normal again.
#proelio procusi#v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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Caleb should be pulling away, he thinks, but Jester isn't moving, and she doesn't seem uncomfortable in his arms, so he won't pull away, not unless SHE asks him to anyway. It's been a long day, and he's tired, despite having drifted off for a little while, and Caleb thinks that he can be forgiven for having a small slip up.
"Everyone is okay." He's quick to say, resisting the urge to hold her a little tighter, simply to make sure she's truly here and well, and not a figment of his imagination. "Tired, but okay. I threw up the tower so we can all REST." The fire's still crackling, warming up the room, and yet he feels a different kind of warmth fill his chest simply from having Jester so close to him.
"Not much...you fought valiantly," Caleb offers a somewhat smile, Caduceus went to heal everyone and Beau got the final blow after Yasha nearly killed it with one blow of her sword," He thinks back to the battle, and how he'd cradled Jester in his arms afterwards, only letting go when Yasha had offered to carry her to the tower. "You should get some more rest," Caleb adds softly, "We can talk about it more in the morning,"
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It hadn’t been an EASY fight, but then it rarely was with them. They had all made it out alive though, some worse for wear, but alive nonetheless. Caduceus had made sure to take care of Jester, and they had all decided to let her rest. Caleb had busied himself as long as possible, trying to stay awake, but the desire to be with her, and to make sure that she was okay, had overtaken him.
He’d been able to put the tower up to protect his friends, and her, for the night, and when he had settled down next to her, his own eyes had fallen shut pretty quickly. It wasn’t until she stirred next to him that he realized he had been holding her, and Caleb very nearly jumped back, his heart missing a beat.
“Jester...” He clearned his throat, forcing himself to stay where he was, and ignoring the way everything inside of him was screaming to somehow pull back, but also lean closer. “How are you fealing?”
He blinked his eyes open fully, almost automatically reaching out to push a strand of hair from her face. “You took a pretty big hit, but Caduceus made sure you’re okay.”
despite coming to consciousness, everything inside of her throbbed and ached, even her mind waking up hurt but she felt grounded and oddly… warm. it hadn’t been till caleb spoke that she figured out why and the arms that were wrapped around her and the realization only made the warmth grow and with it a feeling of safety and assurance filling her even as she didn’t realize where she was for a moment. instead she looked at him, violet eyes wide and exhausted and looking at him with no energy to hide it away, instead looking into his eyes, leaning into his touch as he brushed her hair to the side, as though she could will his hand to stay.
jester swallowed, her voice hurting as she spoke but speaking all the same. “ is… is everyone okay? are you okay? ” her voice cracked a bit, not waiting for an answer, eyes scanning him to see if he was hurt too before worriedly raising to meet his again for a moment just looking at him as she tried to think on how to answer his question.
eyes closed and she tensed up a bit, though she leaned ever so slightly upon him. “ i… i hurt. like a lot. ” she laughed tiredly at her own words, shaking her head. “ i’ll sleep it off i’m sure.” yet right now, jester swore she’d never felt more awake as a certain guilt thunders inside of her.
slowly, violet eyes opened up again and she instead stared at the ceiling, familiar but not now, making a small whine leave her mouth as she moved closer to caleb. “ what happened after i got knocked out? ”
#v: you were a kindness when i was a stranger ( cupcaketrickster )#cupcaketrickster#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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Lil’ Caleb doodle 🧡
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what kind of art would someone make about you?
poetry
you choose your words carefully and your words will be heard. you’re smart as hell. you know it and so does everyone else and you carry yourself with a sort of confidence. you’re a bit of an artist yourself, even if unintentional. you can find beauty in mundanity but you also know when to be a realist. people fall in love with you because you are a confident mystery and they're dying to find out more. you fear that this attraction that people have to you is based purely in curiosity and nothing else.
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PROMPTS FROM A COURT OF WINGS AND RUIN
* assorted lines from the novel by sarah j. maas, adjust as necessary
only you can decide what breaks you. only you.
tonight, i want you to wear that crown to bed. only the crown.
i believe everything happens for a reason.
this could be a very bad idea.
we can make whatever rules we want.
leave a note... or tell me next time.
you have every right to question me.
i don't see you spouting poetry.
i missed you. every second. every breath.
you're my equal. and as much as that means we have each other's backs in public, it also means we grant each other the gift of honesty... of truth.
is there a purpose to your visit, or may i return to my book?
kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.
it's a rare person to face who they are and not run from it... not be broken by it.
it's fine if you drink directly from it.
i wish i had been there to stop it. i should have been there to stop it.
my goal was bigger than revenge.
i belong to no one, but my heart belongs to you.
i hadn't realized i was a villain in your narrative.
there are many types of strength beyond the ability to wield a blade and end lives.
you are your own person, you make your own choices.
i'd like a word.
you are a better friend to me than i ever was to you.
i want to share this bed with you. i want you to hold me.
remember that you are a wolf, and you cannot be caged.
we're all a little broken in our own ways... in places no one might see.
i would have waited five hundred more years for you. a thousand years.
you are a warrior, and warriors know when to pick their fights.
they took what is ours. and we do not allow these crimes to go unpunished.
i believe that everything happened exactly the way it had to... so i could find you.
it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters.
ready to be wicked?
one life may change the world.
i missed you, too.
this is war. we don't have the luxury of good ideas - only picking between the bad ones.
it is a new world, and we must decide how we are to end this old one and begin it anew.
i see all of you. and there is not one part that i do not love with everything i am.
it'll be dangerous.
i have no regrets in my life, but this.
i will find you in the next world, the next life.
what we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.
i won't tell anyone unless you say so.
when you erupt, make sure it is felt across worlds.
you bow to no one.
leave this world a better place than how you found it.
you do not fear. you do not falter. you do not yield.
will you come with me on this adventure, and all the rest?
do not get distracted. do not linger.
it's already ended badly.
for someone who was just dead, you seem remarkably relaxed.
they're terribly cruel to me.
here's to family reunions.
i will fight with everything i have, too.
what time are we back in the training ring tomorrow?
daylight is a precious resource.
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"Gut. Einfach weiter atmen, hör auf meine Stimme." He slips into Zemnian, the words having the same meaning as before, hoping it'll help soothe her. It takes a while, but he doesn't mind, just holds her while she calms down. He's no stranger to panic attacks, or freezing in place and forgetting how to breathe. "You're safe." Caleb finally mutters into her hair, "You're ALWAYS safe with me,"
The directions were simple enough, and it should have been easy but it felt like resistance against her blade instead of the easy glide that normally came. Astrid couldn't speak yet, instead she continued to grip his shirt, staying close to him as she tried to push the air in and out of her lungs. Astrid was thankful now that he was even here and she wasn't alone.
#proelio procusi#v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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🌙 * ― 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 ( a collection of date locations and things to do with your date. feel free to adjust the prompts as needed! do not add to the list. )
a relaxing date
quiet night. our muses snuggle up together beneath a blanket on the couch or in bed and listens as the other muse reads a book to them.
bookshop. our muses go to a bookshop and pick out books for each other to read once they get back home.
console. our muses play a casual and fun game on a console together, requiring teamwork and strategy.
park. our muses take a relaxing walk through the park together to talk and get to know each other better.
spa. our muses go to a spa to treat themselves to a day of relaxation and pampering.
movie. our muses go to the local cinema to watch a movie together, where they can snack on popcorn and be transported to another world.
beach. our muses go to a warm sandy beach, where they can soak up the sun and dip their toes into the sea for a swim or a splash.
a fun date
pins. our muses go to a bowling alley together, where they can play a casual game or aim to have the highest score.
wheels. our muses go roller skating together, where they can race one another or skate hand in hand for a more relaxed date.
rink. our muses go ice skating together, where they can show off their moves or wobble on the ice and tumble in unison.
swim. our muses go swimming together, where they can playfully splash one another, go down the slides or brave the wave pool.
shopping. our muses go to the mall together, where they can shop to their hearts content and find a new thing to take home.
ride. our muses go horse riding together, either separately or together, and enjoy the sights atop their horses.
hole-in-one. our muses go to a crazy golf course, where they must overcome obstacles and get the ball to its end destination.
laser. our muses go to a laser tag event and test out their stealth and aim as they try to hunt one another down to tag them.
paintball. our muses go paintballing together and form up to be a formidable team or test their skills against each other.
rodeo. our muses attempt the mechanical rodeo bull, where one muse must hang on for dear life or try to stay on together.
a delicious date
restaurant. our muses go to a nice restaurant, dressed up and treated to vintage wine and delicious food.
fast food. our muses go to a fast food place, where there are no expectations and the company is all that matters.
café. our muses go to a homely little café, where they can enjoy a warm drink and homemade cakes.
truck. our muses go to a local food truck, where greasy but delicious food is served up right in front of them.
homemade. our muses have a home-cooked meal, where one muse cooks the other a delicious and intimate meal.
baking. our muses bake something together, sending flour everywhere and bringing out the playfulness of one another.
picnic. our muses go on a little picnic together, a quiet patch of grass beneath the warm sun.
cold treat. our muses find an ice cream truck and decide to treat themselves to a cold treat.
sweet treat. our muses go to a desert place where they can get waffles, crêpes and brownies.
a nature date
zoo. our muses take a trip to the zoo where they can admire all the various walks of life and get the special privilege to feed an animal.
wings. our muses visit a butterfly sanctuary, where the air is filled with colourful wings and life flutters all around them.
feed. our muses visit a park with a bag of seed on hand to feed the local wildlife, getting to see them up close and personal.
sea life. our muses visit and aquarium together, where they can stand beneath a tunnel of water and see sharks and fish swim overhead.
sun. our muses find a clearing or a good vantage point to watch the sunrise or sunset together.
stars. our muses lay beneath the stars together, where they can try to catch a glimpse of shooting star or point out the constellations.
garden. our muses visit a botanical garden, where vibrant colours and fragrant flowers bloom.
an entertaining date
play. our muses attend a play at a theatre, where music fills the halls and actors perform on stage.
opera. our muses attend an opera hall, where classical music takes people back to a different age.
ballet. our muses attend a ballet showing, where elegance and grace captivates the audience.
sport. our muses attend a sports event with the best seats in the house, where they can cheer on their favourite team and have a beer or two.
concert. our muses visit a concert together, where the crowd raves to the music and joins in harmony.
amusement park. our muses go to an amusement park, where they can relax on a log ride or risk it all with a daring ride.
night out. our muses go to a bar where the drinks never end and the party goes well into the night.
prize. our muses visit the arcades where they can try to win as many prizes as they can or jump into a stimulation game.
old games. our muses have a fun and competitive go at old board games, where it could bring them together or test the strength of their relationship.
an educational date
pottery. our muses attending a pottery class where one muse helps the other to make a pot, hands on.
paint. our muses attending a painting class, where they can gift one another their painting or paint one another.
dance. our muses attend a dance class, where they can learn a few new moves and share an intimate moment.
axe. our muses go to an axe throwing class, where a professional teaches them how to throw axes.
museum. our muses go to the museum, where they can learn the earth's history, admire the artwork or venture into space.
castle. our muses visit an old castle, where history lingers and people can peer into the past.
a medieval date
renfair. our muses attend a renfair event, dressed up for the occasion and enjoy the festivities.
joust. our muses attend a medieval restaurant where they can dine, watch knights joust and have a medieval experience.
ball. our muses attend a grand ball, where couples take to the dance floor and let the music flow through them.
masquerade. our muses attend a masquerade ball, where masks shrouds faces and scandals thrive.
feast. our muses attend a grand feast, where jolly laughter and mountains of food await.
an adventurous date
climb. our muses attend an indoor climbing place or brave the mountains, to put their strength and resilience to the test.
camp. our muses take to the wild and set up camp in the woods, putting their survival skills to the test.
sail. our muses go on a cruise together, where they can kick back and enjoy a nice cocktail on the ocean waves.
lake. our muses brave the brisk waters and go skinny dipping together for some naughty fun.
rapids. our muses go canoeing in the treacherous waters of a fast running river
sky diving. our muses take to the skies and go sky diving, either together or side by side, and experience the world from above.
slope. our muses go skiing or snowboarding together, soaring past the snow covered trees and gaining air with ramps.
an unconventional date
heist. our muses go on a more unconventional date and go on a heist together to bring home a new, shiny and expensive addition.
fight. our muses attend a fighting match where adrenaline is high and cheers fill the room.
rage. our muses go to a rage room and smash things together, letting out pent up rage and stress in union.
graveyard. our muses visit a graveyard at night, where they can try to scare one another with a scary story or visit the dead.
ghosts. our muses try to find the paranormal in an abandoned place, where spirits are said to linger.
hunting. our muses go hunting together, but what exactly will they be hunting?
escape. our muses go to an escape room, where they will need to work together if they ever stand a chance of getting out.
sacrifice. our muses perform a ritual with the intention of summoning something, but is it for fun or is it something all the more sinister?
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"Says the man who's known NOTHING BUT his work for his entire life?" Caleb teases back with a slight chuckle, warming his hands in the water and then running it over Essek's arms and shoulders, and down his back to make sure he's warming up as he should.
"I think we're doing a GOOD job of relaxing right now though, don't you?"
his body's immediately grateful for the hot water. he breathes a silent sigh of relief, before getting closer to caleb. essek slides into his lap, draping his arms around the human's shoulders.
" indeed. i think the goal is met as long as you are enjoying yourself. and resting. " he says the latter with a challenging glint in his eye. " i do not think you do enough of this, miliy moy. "
#astraltouch#v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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It's not like Caleb WANTS her to leave. If anything, he wishes Jester would never leave his side, but he can't really tell her that, it wouldn't be fair. She should not have to carry the burden of his feelings, especially not when she has many other things in her own life to figure out.
He sets the book aside, the hint of a smile on his face as he looks back to her. Her hair is slightly tousled, and he barely resists the urge to reach out and fix it for her. "My favorite?" It's easy, maybe TOO EASY, and yet he says it anyway. "Der Katzenprinz," There's the hint of a smile on his face, "How about your favorite?"
she rouses herself with a stain of drool smudged and dried on her cheek, rubbing at it absently. " no, no, I'm so awake, really. " her words belie the drowsiness still swirling in her eyes, but jester hates the thought of going to bed early, especially when she'd fallen asleep before even finishing her hot cocoa. it sits on the table nearby, two melted marshmallows blobs bobbing in it sadly. she frowns and slowly sits up, stifling a yawn.
it's not even midnight yet!
❝ you remember when we would play question games together, all seven of us? ❞ getting to know each other slowly, bit by bit. ❝ let's do that again. I'll go first. ❞ she's stubborn and unwilling to show her sleepiness, but as she considers what she may ask of caleb, jester begins to waken properly. ❝ you read so many stories... which one was your favorite? ❞
#v: all the shades of blue go away when i'm with you ( tricktress )#tricktress#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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"I cannot remember the last time I truly had a LAZY morning," Caleb chuckles, watching as all the lights go out inside the room. It's dark, but not uncomfortable, if anything Caleb feels more comfortable knowing his old friend is there with him. "So ja, that sounds lovely."
He shifts in the bed, fingers inching closer beneath the covers to eventually brush against Wulf's, just barely, enough to reassure him that touching isn't out of the question, in case he wishes to do just that.
Once he was more comfortable he moved to the bed, shifting to join Caleb under the covers. A snap of his fingers and all the lights in the room dimmed before going out. A small bit of magic he enjoyed about his that made life just a little easier.
"I have a loaf of bread proofing that we can bake in the morning to go with whatever else we make for breakfast." He spoke gently with the smallest of smiles. His fingers itch to pull Caleb close, old habits wanting to have the other near him.
#proelio procusi#v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d )#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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Caleb had, of course, OFTEN thought about this very moment, and many other that included them not wearing any clothes, but he had given Jester time to figure out what she wants and likes, and it had paid off. She looks beautiful like this ( she always does of course, but there's something about the fact that only Caleb gets to see her like this that makes the whole thing even more special ), and Caleb tells her exactly THAT, hand tangled in her hair, his own head dropping back in pleasure.
"Like that..." He mutters, the hint of a smile on his face as he slowly rolls his hips to meet her, still giving her enough space to pull back or tap him out if she chooses to. "I think you might even be getting some EXTRA CREDIT for this, Miss Lavorre. Well...done..."
professor widogast .
Jester ALWAYS looks good, but she looks particularly good on her knees between his legs. He doesn’t often let this side of him show, only when Jester truly wants it, because who’s he to deny her anything? He’s never been good at that, and he’s not about to start right now. A moan slips past his lips when she takes him in fully then, moving her tongue just right. She knows how to work him, and if he’d be grading her this would definitely be an A with a gold star. They’re not quite there yet though, so Caleb instead tightens his grip on her hair, eyes focusing on her.
“You look very pretty like that…” He allows a moan to slip past his lips as a reward for how well she’s doing, hips rolling slowly against her. He knows she can take MORE, but this is nice, for now at least. “And you’re making such a good effort…” he allows his grip to soften, fingers grazing against her cheek instead, feeling himself inside of her mouth. “I think you’re going to do very well on that grade…”
jester hums happily at the compliment, her cheeks flushing that lovely shade of purple that she knows caleb so enjoys seeing on her. he’s trained her to take his cock well, her throat slowly yielding to his cock, that prickle behind her eyes easing as she acclimates to the size and stretch of him. caleb isn’t as big as the ones in the books she reads, but she likes him better that way. some things should be left to fiction; his dick is completely perfect as is.
her eyes twinkle up at him, more of that praise turning her stomach over and under and warming her chest like a big gulp of hot chocolate. behind her, jester’s tail sweeps the floor from side to side, utterly contented. and maybe there’s something a little evil in her as she allows her tongue to flick over the head of his cock, and her fangs to graze ever so gently along his skin –– just enough to be a little bad. because who would jester be if she didn’t cause a little trouble from time to time?
#//I MISSED THEM SO MUCH#v: all the shades of blue go away when i'm with you ( tricktress )#tricktress#nsft#;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )
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