My take on Jester's level 13 outfit:))
Plus, Frumpkin in all his Eiselcross glory, and Sprinkle holding onto dear life in Jetser's hood. (This weasel might be a god sometimes, but mostly, it's a weasel. A weasel that got dragged form Menagerie Coast to this frozen hellscape by a madwoman. Someone bring justice for this ferret please. It's begging for death at this point, and it sounds vaguely like Travis for some reason)
anyway, it started with this sketch:
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cinnamon girl with robin buckley pls!!🤎
you woke up to the sound of robin tossing and turning in her sleep. groggily, you wiped the tiredness from your eyes and looked at her. you knew she had nightmares. you knew all of it, in fact. she’s never been very good at keeping secrets, and she had spilled everything to you when you started dating because she thought you deserved to know. you knew that she was drugged and interrogated by russian soldiers, stuck in an alternate dimension and strangled by the monsters lurking within it. all of it sounded like the absurdist movies you two would watch over and over, but the tears coating her blue eyes told you it was real. very real. and she’s a very bad liar, anyway.
she started to talk in her sleep. little whimpers of “don’t touch him” and “please don’t hurt me.” made your heart shatter to pieces. you placed your hand on her shoulder and pushed at it as gently as you could.
“babygirl..” you whispered, hoping you wouldn’t have to resort to waking her up harshly. “babygirl, it’s me.” she opened her eyes with a silent gasp, looking at you and you could immediately see the relief wash over her face. she sat up slowly.
“i’m sorry.” she said hoarsely, blinking tears out of her eyes. “bad dream.” she wiped her face, moving her bangs off of her brows.
“was it the mall again?” you rubbed her shoulder.
she nodded with a sigh. “it always is.” you started to launch yourself off the bed into the routine you’ve made, calling steve so robin can hear he’s okay, grabbing movies and tea so she could relax, but she grabbed your wrist before you could leave.
“not tonight.” she shook her head with a half smile. “it’s okay, babe. just stay with me.” she pulled you back down on to the bed and you landed on top of her. “oh, hello…” she crooned, wiggling her eyebrows.
“robin, i’m serious!” you retorted through a laugh, rolling off of her, but staying nearby. you lightly stroked her arm with the tips of your fingers. “what do you want then? we could talk about it, or-“
“i want you to distract me.” she looked back at you. “i want to replace this feeling…i don’t want to just…placate it, i don’t know!” she started to ramble. you forgot that stroking her arm was one of many of her niche turn ons.
“robin….” you looked at her quizzically. “are you asking me to fuck you to sleep?” you asked, barely above a whisper, even though you were the only two in the room.
she giggled. “get back on top of me, woman!” and god, the sound of her laughter, you could never say no to it. you straddled her waist, grabbing her chin delicately and leaning down to kiss her. innocent, but passionate. full of promises. it only accelerated when robin reached around and squeezed your ass. you pulled back with a gasp. “you’re gonna pay for that.” you tried to sound sexy and threatening, but her smile was too contagious.
“yes, please…” she chuckled, and then yelped when you sucked a hickey into her neck. “i have work tomorrow!”
you pulled away from her neck with a shrug. “guess you’re just gonna have to call in sick.” you leaned back down and kissed the mark you left, down her neck as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. you touched her through her underwear, and chuckled a bit. “how are you wet already? i thought i was in for a night of serious work…” you teased as you delicately dipped a finger inside of her. she wrapped her arms around your neck, arching her back into you.
“because…jesus christ, babe…” she was interrupted by you finding her sweet spot with ease, every time. she groaned at the feeling of you two fingers deep, with your thumb pressing circles onto her clit. she nipped at your ear. “you’re really fucking hot when you take care of me, you know that?” she smiled. “you go into this super sexy mother bear protector mode-“
“are you seriously comparing me to a bear while i’m inside of you?” you raised an eyebrow, picking up the pace of your fingers pumping in and out. she clung to you, her fingernails digging into your shoulders.
“in a good way.” she answered breathlessly. “i’m gonna-“
“i know babe, i’ve got you.” you told her, looking into those blue eyes and wanting to give her everything. “i always got you.”
she reached her release and squeezed your arms, trying to catch her breath. you kissed her cheek and rolled off of her, brushing the sweat off of her forehead. when you were grabbing washcloths from the bedside drawer, she pulled you underneath her. “jesus christ, robin!” you squealed. “you have, like, horny strength.”
“only time i’m ever athletic.” she grabbed your cheek and kissed you deeply, ready to take care of you now.
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