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A post was requested for projects that the cast are involved with other than Critical Role.

This post is for Real Person Fiction prompts.

Please state the name of the project (i.e. Signal Boost, Wednesday Club, Dread) in the subject line of your prompt.

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From: (Anonymous)

[A/N: Taliesin's Domming Ivan, but this was the only thing I had with him and a CR cast member, and I'm hoping maybe it will scratch the itch a little til someone has a better fill?]

In the darkness:

"Oh, my dear sweet one. What a treasure you are." That warm, loving hand continues to stroke his hair, as the tentacles all emerge and split and twine themselves around Ivan until he's completely wrapped up in them, in a slowly undulating cocoon of flesh that strokes and sucks him all over. He cannot see them, only feel that bodywide caress. "I made the right choice in you, didn't I."

Ivan opens his mouth to speak and a tentacle snakes into it, hot and hard like a cock, pushing deep into his mouth. He has just enough time to gasp in a quick breath before it plunges into his throat, where Taliesin's hand on the outside rubs the tip of it through his skin. Ivan can feel it spurting slick and groans around it.

Another wriggles into his ass, tendrils flowering out inside him to find and toy with his prostate. The thick one joins it and Ivan finds out for himself what those round bulbs feel like pushing one by one into him. Despite all the rimming and fucking and everything he's taken so far, it's still a difficult tight squeeze for them to pop through the ring of muscle and he can only imagine how big they must be to require that much effort.

"Come."

Ivan does, shooting into the ropy mass swaddling him. It takes some moments but before long he feels the salty spurt of his own come fed back to him via the tentacle network. It occurs to him he can't breathe at all, but that's fine. He squirms in his cocoon and it squeezes tighter around him. He can't feel Taliesin's hand on his head any more because they've covered his eyes and twined around his head as well.

"Come," Taliesin croons, his lips brushing Ivan's ear, having moved--when, how, Ivan doesn't know. He's coming again, balls contracting hard but without the deep aching hurt of before. His cries are no more than gurgles as he sucks down another load, lips and tongue drawing eagerly, mindlessly at the invader in his mouth.

"Oh, so very good." Taliesin's breathing is becoming uneven; Ivan can distantly feel a distinct familiar quality to the other man's rhythmic movements beside him. "So fucking good, darling, from head to foot, I should've done this sooner, you're perfect, such an worthy vessel-"

He stops speaking and the bed shifts as he straddles Ivan's hips; the next thing Ivan knows Taliesin is riding his cock, taking it in along with the tentacle wrapped around it that's feeding him his come. His hand returns to Ivan's throat, not just to tease his breath away but to pin him down as he grinds and bucks on Ivan's length, taking it and the tentacle with deep needy groans.

"Don't come, sweetness. Just for a minute. I promise you'll be okay."

Ivan nods feebly, barely able to move, and hums softly around the tentacle in his mouth as a second sign of consent.

"Yes," Taliesin breathes, and then he's driving down hard on Ivan, moaning and gasping unashamedly. Ivan can hear every obscenely wet sound as he does so, plus the additional sound of slick skin on skin that--oh, Taliesin's jerking off, now he gets it. Jerking off and riding Ivan like he's an eldritch bucking bronco. Ivan struggles even more under him, attempting to fuck up into him, feeling that aching tension return in response to Taliesin's directive for him not to come. Taliesin laughs and the mass of tendrils and suckers around Ivan tighten further still, some of them extending out to grip the bed and hold him down.

The lower third of his face is bare so that the tentacle in his mouth has room to move, and it's there that Taliesin's hot seed spatters when he comes with the low primal cry of an ages-old being. Tendrils extend from that tentacle to lap it up, shove it into Ivan's mouth, at the same time as Taliesin orders in a raw voice, "Come," and if Ivan weren't already floating in delirious darkness the near-drowning of the fluids flooding his mouth as he desperately gulps and swallows, seed drooling out of the corners of his lips only to be scooped back in by the industrious little tendrils, would put him there.

Taliesin gets off him and the tentacles swarm Ivan's cock, cleaning with little sucks and nibbles. It's going to be very useful if he gets into some sort of habit of playing with others, he thinks, and again the sly notion of finding someone less knowledgeable, more innocent, and introducing them to this flits across his mind.

But then all the tentacles withdraw, and Taliesin nudges him over onto his side, spooning around him. One arm goes over his waist. The other hand presses to his forehead, and Taliesin once more murmurs a single word.

"Forget."