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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

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Grog fucks Scanlan. Circumstances force them into it—e.g. Grog is hit by some kind of sex pollen thing and no one else is around, they’ve been captured and their enemy thinks it’s a good way to punish them...

Bonus points if:
+Grog is both turned on and terrified of hurting his friend
++Scanlan keeps cracking jokes and making sure Grog knows it’s okay, even if it really isn’t
+++Goliaths make a Goliath amount of cum
+++Grog has to carry Scanlan afterwards
++++lots of cuddly aftercare in which you are welcome to get Pike involved

DNW
-noncon initiated by either of them
-graphic injury (fine with a little pain and blood, but no permanent damage here)

Seconded!! I hope this gets filled

i know this post is dead, but i needed to put this out in the world.

i'd like to see a vax/keyleth first time that's a bit dubcon in that vax goes faster than kiki can process and she's overwhelmed by it all but ends up enjoying it. dirty talk in the "you're so wet"/"you were made for this"/"you're so hungry for it" very welcome.

I just finished C1 and I can't believe no one's (publicly) entertained exactly how bizarrely... fuckable Vecna is? Like I just want this cocky twink obliterated. I'd argue for him doing the obliterating but he just gives me dom bottom vibes.

Points for Vax (yes this is inspired by their meeting), the Briarwoods (double-domming Sylas after his transformation?), or the Death Knight (with a little bit of Vecna projecting/fantasizing onto him about Kas because... yeah. If you read the Greyhawk lore they were absolutely fucking.) My firstborn if you include trans!Vecna. Maybe not. Who knows.

Much love!

I need this like air, i hope this gets filled or i might do it myself!

So... I've had this thought for a while now and never decided to write it down, but fuck it.

Trinket needs some lovin' y'all. Whether it's by Vex, Zahra, Vax, Tova, I don't care.

Maybe beast is where y'all draw a line, but at least this is out there now.

While Gilmore is still healing from the attack on Emon, Vax *takes care* of Gilmore. Just Gilmore bandaged up while Vax makes him feel good.

+ Lots of praising Vax
+ Vax doesn't let Gilmore lift a finger. He is still healing.
+ Feelings!!!

I'd love it if this is something that happens every time Gilmore gets hurt.

DNW: bathroom stuff, derogatory talk, anything negative about Keyleth.

Come on, it’s basically canon.

Damn, something about Mercer’s Korshad voice just… daaamn

Maybe the Myriad sect leader needs some extra convincing regarding that Darrington debt, or maybe Taryon’s unsubtle attempts at flirtation are just endearing enough to spark an interest. Either way, I just want to see Korshad make Taryon beg for it!!! I’ll also take any/Korshad, but Tary made the most sense to me.

+ boot licking
++ hair-pulling
+++ humiliation kink discovery
+++++ Dirty talk, Korshad wondering out loud which VM guys Tary’s fucking

- scat, watersports, emetophilia

Oh no… oh no it’s amazing…

Like holy fucking hell that was insanely hot and cathartic and just… amazing

That moment when you realize that Trinket may have an intelligence of 4, but with a Wisdom of 13, he’s wiser than either Grog (10), or Scanlan (7), or Taryon and Tiberius combined (8+4).

That all said, I vote Tova. We don’t see enough Tova around here.

This, uh… kinda got away from me. It started very simple, with a 4 year old prompt and a line or two in my head taking place just after Ep 14 “Shopping and Shipping,” and then it just… well this happened.

What is wrong with me, I have no idea, send help

Includes: d/s elements, daddy kink, some mild name-calling, voyeurism that the voyeur thinks is non-consensual (but oh my darling D-Rolls, Vax is way stealthier than you have ever been).
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He really shouldn’t be watching this.

He knows he shouldn’t. It’s… well it’s extremely inappropriate, for one, to gaze upon one of your closest friends and his paramour without their knowledge or consent. Add in that it’s Vex’ahlia’s twin brother, the brother of the woman he’s slowly been developing certain feelings for, and it’s inappropriate bordering on scandal. The sort of thing that could ruin friendships, relationships, reputations…

But they were against the wall, outside ‘round the back of Greyskull! It wasn’t as though they were in private! Percy had just come out behind the woodshed to chop more firewood for his kiln and to work off some of the bloody anger and fear he’s felt since he heard Sovereign Uriel mention the Briarwoods coming to Emon. But then there’d been muffled giggling from in front of the shed and the wet sounds of mouths meeting and buckles and jewelry clinking together and dammit, dammit, he needs to get past them! It’s terribly inconvenient. Damnably inconvenient. Terribly, damnably, woefully inconvenient.

But gods, if they aren’t beautiful together…

Percival closes his eyes, directing all of his effort and energy to steadying his breath. Vax, he knows, is too perceptive by far, and he has to quell the sound of his own shivering gasps if he is to make it out of this with any dignity intact. Nine hells, if Gilmore saw him it would be bad enough —

(a wink next time he comes by Gilmore’s shop, a lifted eyebrow, a chuckle and a “seen anything interesting lately, Percival? I mean, have you read anything,” a few flirtatious japes at his expense, but nothing too terrible, just bad enough to make him flush bright red and lose power of speech and wonder what Shaun Gilmore’s lips tasted like—)

But if Vax saw him?! He isn’t sure whether Vax would take it as something to mock him relentlessly for, or if he’d take it as a betrayal from someone he considered a brother. Either way, whether by mockery or by fury, Percy is certain he would never live it down. The man had become almost as good a friend to him as Keyleth. He couldn’t… he couldn’t do that to him… shouldn’t even be thinking of him like that —

(a warm hand around the side of his neck, the thrum of his heartbeat against the other man’s palm, hot breath on his ear, and then a kiss pressed rough to his cheek. “Let’s get out of here, you bastard,” words spoken in adrenaline-fueled panic and excitement, Percy’s grinning as his stomach does flips inside of him, the carpet rises and they’re soaring through the air, Percy gets two more shots off against the monster and it’s like something out of a story only it’s so much stranger and they’re laughing terrified and thrilled and—)

Stop it stop it stop it, it’s inappropriate, it’s not fair of him, it’s wrong of him to use thoughts of his friend for his own twisted impulses. Vax is just like that! Affectionate, silly, grabby, hands everywhere. It doesn’t mean anything, Vax is just all hands! Percy tries to banish the thoughts by opening his eyes again, but it just means he can see that Vax really is all hands, desperate fingers clawing at Gilmore’s back, one sliding down to grope at the older man’s ass. Sweet Pelor, his leg is hitched around Gilmore’s hip now, black leather pushing up against soft purple robes and Percy can see Gilmore’s own hips writhing now, undulating, and he hears a low, breathy moan.

“Shaun… fuck, Shaun…”

Percy ducks back behind the woodshed again, pressing down against the growing bulge in his breeches.

“Shhhh, sweet boy,” Gilmore’s low timbre somehow resonates even around the woodshed, and Percy wonders whether it’s echoing off the stone or if his voice just does that, if it’s as magical and magnetic as the bloody rest of him is.

“Please, Shaun, I- I need,” Vax is practically whimpering and fuck, it does something to Percival. Certainly Vax has been known to whine before, mostly when deliberately annoying his sister, but this sounds desperate and needy and just this side of tearful. He sounds positively delicious. And apparently Shaun Gilmore thinks so too.

Percy hears the muffled clap of skin on leather, hears a startled gasp from the rogue’s lips and a rumbling laugh from the sorcerer’s.

“I said hush, Vax’ildan. You want to be a good boy, don’t you?”

Fuck.

Vax groans deep and loud and Percy hopes to any God that still cares to listen to him that it’s enough to cover the surprised, shaky exhalation he lets out as his cock twitches in his breeches. A good boy… yes… that’s what Vax’ildan wants, isn’t it? That’s why he acts out all the bloody time. He wants someone to take him in hand, to hold him down and make him be good. And it seems that Gilmore is quite happy to do just that.

“Y-yes, Shaun…” he can barely make out Vax’ildan’s rough whisper.

Gilmore laughs low and rich, a laugh like rolling in velvets, that makes Percy imagine the sorcerer licking drops of the finest wine from his upper lip while making very deliberate eye contact across a crowded room. Fucking hells, a simple laugh shouldn’t sound so devilish and so sensual all at once.

Percy hadn’t felt much attraction to anyone over the past five years, only changing within the last few months, but even he knew that Gilmore was attractive. Even if it had been that sort of academic knowledge where you just know something as an immutable fact of the universe, though it might not apply to you: the sun traverses the sky from east to west, Catha crosses Ruidus every 40 days or so, and Shaun Gilmore is, for all his garishness, a terribly attractive man.

But he’d never felt it before.

“Of course you do, sweet Vax,” Gilmore responds, voice full of mirth and mischief, and Percy can hear the clinking of buckles and the shifting of leather.

Fuck, he shouldn’t he shouldn’t he shouldn’t…

He steals a look around the corner of the woodshed and loses his breath entirely.

Vax’s hands are tangled in his lover’s thick, coarse hair while Gilmore wastes no time, undoing the straps holding Vax’s leather tassets to his cuirass, dropping the tassets to the grass below them. When the rogue’s desperate hold on his hair gets in the way of his progress, Gilmore grabs one of the man’s wrists and presses it to the stone by Vax’s head, and Vax lets him. He knows their rogue isn’t built for brute strength, but he’s a wily and slippery devil and Percival knows he could easily slip free of the merchant’s grasp but he doesn’t, he just takes it, reveling in the pressure and the feeling of being pinned to the wall.

The older man casts a heated glare up through strands of hair that have fallen in his face. It occurs to Percival that he’d never seen Gilmore with his hair down.

He’s not sure whether it’s that or the fact that Gilmore’s so thoroughly in control of the bratty half-elf that sends a pulse, a jolt through to the very root of him, making Percy’s hips jerk forward and his hand press down harder against his cock, unsure whether he’s trying to stroke himself or will the aching hardness away.

No two people should look so beautiful together. So dangerously sensual. It should be a crime.

Gilmore looks positively vicious, whispering into Vax’s pointed ear and nipping at it while he keeps the one hand pinned, and Vax is twisting and moaning at whatever it is being said. Gilmore moves back in to kiss him again, this one all teeth and tongue; it looks hungry, almost looks violent, but with the way the two of them are writhing Percy knows it can’t feel anything but good. Vax’s other hand still combs through Shaun Gilmore’s thick mane of hair, and he can see Gilmore’s other hand disappear between them. He imagines the mage unlacing Vax’s trousers, those broad meaty hands curling around Vax’s cock and stroking, and is proven right when Vax cries out into the other man’s mouth, loud though muffled by lips and tongue.

Percy’s mouth drops open as if to mirror him. He shoves a hand in to stopper it, worried that his own noises may escape otherwise, and finds himself biting down around the knuckles while his hips jerk against nothing.

“Gods Shaun please, I need it, I need you, I need you in—“ is all that escapes Vax’s lips this time before he’s cut off.

But Percy doesn’t see how. He’s hiding behind the woodshed again, his free hand (the one not between his teeth) shaking as he opens his breeches and takes out his cock, hard and swollen red, nearly leaking from the tip. He barely touches it, fingers lightly dragging along the skin, but then still has to tug at his balls to slow himself. He’s too sensitive, too worked up just from hearing this, from catching brief glances of it. It’s been too long, and this is… it’s so much. He just prays that they continue. Prays that they stop. Prays that they take it somewhere else, that they stay right there, that they keep going loud enough for him to hear them cause he doesn’t know that he can stay on his feet long enough to watch.

“Now, naughty boy,” rumbles Gilmore, and Percy feels a chill run down his spine, unsure how a voice can be so warm and so intimidating at once. “I thought I told you to Be. Quiet.”

Some kind of thrust must come with those two words, because Vax gives those punctuated gasps again and Percy can hear the rhythmic thup thup of leather against stone. Percy is left wondering whether Gilmore has a hand on Vax’s cock still, or whether his own is bared to the night air and they’re rutting against one another. Or perhaps it’s even more than that. Perhaps Gilmore’s cock is already between Vax’ildan’s thighs, jutting up into the cleft between the rogue’s cheeks, skimming over his hole.

“You’re being awfully ill-behaved, Vax’ildan. Something tells me coming to see me when you’re in Emon just isn’t enough to keep you in line, my pretty boy.”

Vax only responds with muffled moans and whimpers. Percy does similarly, giving in and wrapping a hand around himself while he bites harder into his knuckles, willing himself to stay quiet.

“Clearly you need tending to while you’re away, don’t you think?” There’s another rustle of fabric and a heavy, relieved sigh. Percy fists his cock harder, tighter. “Who do you think should tend to you? Your druid, perhaps?”

Vax whimpers and immediately the image appears on his head of Keyleth, wild and powerful, vines holding Vax down while she kneels over him and gods, he’s disgusting, that’s his friend, that’s his best friend and fuck, he… he…

“No, no too gentle by far. Maybe one of your gnomish friends? Bet they’d be fun. Perhaps together, even.”

Vax let’s out a shuddering breath and the picture changes entirely to Pike riding Vax, wearing nothing but that look of excitement and ambition that she gets in battle sometimes right before she calls herself a monster. Bouncing up and down on his cock while Scanlan… fuck, while Scanlan fucks his face, pulls Vax’s hair and tweaks his ears. Pike would ride him until he was desperate and crying and Scanlan would soothe away the tears.

“Or maybe you want Grog?”

There is half a second of dead silence before Gilmore laughs, almost as loud as the usual jovial laugh he lets out whenever they walk into the shop. At this response Percy can almost imagine the look of oh-come-on-you-can’t-be-serious on Vax’s face. It almost makes him laugh as well, his breath stuttering behind his knuckles.

“Alright, not Grog then. No,” that rich, deep goes quiet, just barely enough to hear from where he is: “No I suspect what youwant is Percival.”

Percy almost comes right then, hearing his name on Gilmore’s lips and imagining his lips against Vax’ildan’s.

Gilmore chuckles quietly, and gasps as well, sounding elated. “Fuck, I felt that, sweet boy! Got so tight for me there. That’s who you think of then, when you’re curled up in your bedroll on your adventures, fucking your hand and trying to stay quiet?”

It’s an unavoidable fact of traveling: you’ll eventually hear each other at night. One of you will be on watch and another of you will, as subtlety and quietly as you can, take care of yourself. No one talks about it, it’s just not done, but now, now the thought is there.

“Is that who you wanted to take care of you when you were so far away from me in Kraghammer? To hold your head down on his cock until you can’t breathe, or maybe just slap you across the face and fuck you mad while you were being difficult?”

Gods, sweet dear gods! The thought of times when he’s been on watch and Vax was right there, in his tent, humping his bedroll or fucking his fist and maybe, just maybe, thinking of Percival sitting only 10 feet away…

“What do you imagine he’d do to you, darling boy?” wonders Gilmore aloud, his voice melodic and smoky. “He does make the most delightfully brutal toys, I bet he could come up with something devastating. Do you imagine it down in his workshop, Vax’ildan? Bending you over his table and spanking you until you behave? Or rough against a tree in the woods somewhere while you’re traveling?”

Percy hears his own whine behind the meat of his knuckles and prays that it was quiet enough to be unheard by others. Prays that the that the slick sounds of his hand round his cock, growing steadily wetter with the clear fluid leaking from the tip, goes unheard as well.

“Or pinning you to the wall around a corner from the group when you’ve been a naughty little brat? Shoving his fingers into you just like this until you’re panting for it?”

Gods, so that’s what Gilmore was doing, fuck. He was fucking Vax on his fingers, stretching his puckered hole out, getting him ready for Gilmore’s cock no doubt, fuck, fucking Gods.

Vax is letting broken off sounds of ah ah ah escape his lips, and Percy can barely hear it when Gilmore growls again:

“I bet you want to get caught like this, don’t you?

Vax keens, whines and whimpers and Percy can hear the shaking of loose buckles while Vax twitches, caught between the wall and Gilmore’s hips

“Yes, yes I bet you do. Tell me, sweet boy: you want Percival to come around that corner and see you getting fucked like a slut right now don’t you? Maybe I can trade off with him, he can take over for me for a while and I’ll get to watch for a turn…”

Gods do they, do they know?! Do they… fuck his knees are weak, his hands shaking, his mouth is still wide open to the night air, tongue pressed against nothing and wishing to every planar being that there was something in there too, when Vax finally speaks:

“I… I don’t…”

And Percy feels his heart fall into his stomach, feels a sick twisting shame in his gut even though his cock is still hard and leaking in his hands. But then he continues:

“Fuck, I don’t know w-what I want more,” says the half-elf, and Percy’s eyes fly open, staring out into the trees as though they’ll hold any damned answers for him. “For him to keep me in line or, or f- for me to fuck the prig out of him.”

Fucking hells. Percy’s hips jolt forward so violently that it’s almost embarrassing and he has to grab the base of his cock to stop himself from ending this all too early. He’s not sure whether he’s offended at being called a prig or just… just horribly fucking aroused, shit.

It gets even harder when Gilmore lets out a delighted laugh in response.

“Is that what you want, Vax’ildan?”

Both of them moan together. All three of them if Percy is honest, but he shoves his knuckles in deeper into his mouth and starts to suck on the flesh of them, needing to do something with his tongue, with his mouth, needing something more…

“Fuck, wanted that for ages,” Vax sighs in response. “Please Shaun, please put your cock in me…”

“Hmmhmm, keep talking and I will, sweet boy.”

“I,” Vax hesitates, but without seeing Percy can’t tell why. Then he hears a light smacking sound and a gasp.

“No cock for you unless you start talking, little boy. Daddy’s getting impatient.

Blessed gods beyond the divine gate this should not… this cannot… this…

“W-wanna get him under me, f-fucking mess him up… e’always looks so perfect, I just want to m-make him sloppy.”

“You wanna make him a sloppy whore like you?”

“Yes, Shaun, gods. I… I want to get him on his knees and have him lick me through my leathers, make him beg for it, make him desperate, keep his hands behind his back and l- l- let him… let him rub his cock against my boots.”

“On those fancy boots of yours? But you love those!” Percy can hear the teasing laughter in Gilmore’s voice but fuck, he’s so far gone, he’s too… too…

“Gonna make him love them too, g-gonna, gonna make him rut against the laces until there’s just a wet spot on his britches where his cockhead is.” Shaun groans loud and rough and fuck, Percy feels, he feels like he’s going to faint, all the blood has rushed south and he’s left without enough blood in his head or breath in his lungs.

“Keep going, good boy,” the sorcerer growls, only just barely muffled, and Percy pictures his face tucked into Vax’s neck, sucking marks into the skin. “Tell me what you want to do to our little Lord de Rolo.”

“Want to fuck his f- aah!” Vax let’s out a high pitched cry at the same time as Gilmore groans and Percy knows, he just knows that the man is fucking him now, that Gilmore’s got his cock in the bastard, is fucking him and probably hitting every perfect spot, damn them both…

“I w- wanna fuck his face,” the rogue continues. “Pull on his stupid white hair and shove my cock down his throat, make him look up at me while it’s all… all the way down… w- while it… god, Shaun…”

“Keep. Going.” The low growl of words is muttered into Vax’ildan’s skin and Percy wonders what he tastes like.

“Wanna wipe that smug smirk off his face, wanna see him gagging on my dick and fucking loving it, wanna wipe the spit and mess from my cock all over his face and clean it off of him… fuck his arse so good there’s, there’s no room for the fucking stick in there anymore…”

Breathy laughs amidst their moans and Percy should be offended, he should, but his cock is so hard and he’s never felt empty before, not like this, not like he wants to be filled with something hard and warm and fucking Vax! He’s never done this, but now his hand falls fto his mouth, fingers trembling as he tucks them into the back of his pants and grazes light, tentative touches across his hole while his other hand is still jerking his cock. Fuck, it’s like electricity, like a misfire but beautiful, like an explosion that screams danger but he wants more and fuck, fuck he’s so close—

Percy’s knees give out as he directs all his remaining energy to not coming, not yet, not yet!

Gilmore’s muttering something else in Vax’s ear and he can’t hear it, god he wants to hear it! He wants to watch, too, but now he can’t even hear, it’s not fair!

“Wanna make that puffed up fucking prude come on my cock while I’m fucking him… wanna make him enjoy it… gonna fucking make him love it, make him have some fucking fun, I just… I- I just… oh Gods, Shaun, there, there, there, please, fuck me there!”

“You know what to call me, come on, my darling boy,” Gilmore croons this time, smooth and low and roiling something deep in all of them, still muttering more sweet nothings that Percy can’t hear from this distance.

It drives Percy mad that he can’t hear them, can’t see them, but it’s alright, it’s alright, he’s still caught on the ideas from before. He’s caught hanging off of Vax’s cock and moaning like a whore. Caught with his fingers circling his rim and sending shocks and sparks through him, making his hips hitch up into the air. Caught grinding his cock against Vax’s ridiculous fucking enchanted boots. Caught with Vax’s cock down his throat, gods he needs something in his mouth, he never knew, never knew that was something he needed but he needs

“Daddy, please, fuck me there, daddy!”

Percy’s cock jerks in shock or awe or confused arousal and more hot fluid spurts out from the tip but no, no not yet, no he has to… has to last, this… this might… might never…

“Good boy, such a good boy, give me what I want,” gods, Gilmore’s voice is… he could talk off a bloody statue with that voice and it would be begging to come by the end, Pelor knew Percy was nearly ready to beg and he wasn’t… he wasn’t even supposed…

“Please, please, Daddy, your cock feels so fucking good inside me, right- right— there—“ Vax’s voice is high and desperate, a needy little whine and fuck Percy will never be able to hear him be deliberately bratty and obnoxious again without getting hard as iron, he’s just bloody certain of it.

“Keep going, my sweet boy,” Gilmore encourages him, keeps murmuring to Vax and Percy wants to beg him to speak louder, needs to hear what he’s saying because fuck he’s so close, he’s so so close…

“I… fuck, I- I want,” Vax is stammering now, whatever Gilmore — whatever his daddy just said to him has him moaning and gasping and crying out, words interrupted by hitching breaths and near shrieks. “Fuck, I want to fuck him, I want to make him beg like you make me beg. Need to get my cock in his tight arse, bed him over and fuck him so fucking hard, have him suck you too, teach him to suck your cock just how you like, daddy, we can just fucking bounce him back and forth on our cocks, keep him full and happy…”

Fuck, gods, blessed fucking light! Percy knows Vax is still talking, wants desperately to hear every word but he can’t hear anything at all. The blood is rushing in his ears, he can hear his own heartbeat, his own fingers playing with his sensitive arse (gods, he’s never done this, why has he never done this, why is he doing this now?!) and he’s still fucking his fist tighter and tighter but it’s dry, it’s getting dry and there’s nothing in his mouth and he needs something—

But Percy’s a smart boy. Everyone’s always said so. A smart, resourceful boy, Nd so he takes the hand that was wrapped around his prick and shoves those fingers in his mouth, feeling a hum of vibration he can’t even think about before pulling them out and licking across his palm. He moves he hand back to his cock and starts stroking again and he hears

“— fucking lick my way into him first, Daddy, make him come on my tongue for us—“

so much, too much, bright, hot, tight, like the worst sort of mishap in his workshop and the best feeling in the world, the tip of one finger just pops past his rim and the world goes brightwhiteoverwhelmingfuck and he comes across his knuckles, seed dripping into the grass at his feet

He’s still panting, kneeling in the grass, heaving trembling breaths and trying to get the oxygen back so he isn’t so dizzy when he hears it:

“Good boy, did so good, come for me by sweet boy.”

“Daddy please, please, yes, thank you, fuuuuuck fmmum-“ and the sound of Vax’ildan’s orgasm is stifled by something. Probably Gilmore’s fingers, the back of his mind (which is somehow still functional) supplies. Gods, they’re… they’re so good, they’re…

Percy dares a glance over his shoulder, leaning just far enough to his left that he can see Gilmore thrusting into Vax, the slender half-elf pressed against the stonework of the wall, balanced on one leg while the other is in the air and resting on Shaun’s shoulder. Gilmore’s fingers are indeed buried in Vax’ildan’s mouth while his hips are pumping faster in uneven, jerky movements…

Percy’s cock is twitching again and fuck it hurts, it’s too much!

“My good. Boy. Good. Sweet. Slut. So fucking - nngh - good. Yes, my- mine. Vax, Vax, Vax—“

All he can hear is Vax whimper behind Gilmore’s fingers and then the sorcerer is coming himself, coming silently, face buried in his lover’s hair.

Gods they’re so beautiful. Percy is certain that there was never a pair so divinely, sinfully gorgeous. His heart is so full of something and he isn’t sure what it is. He’s known longing, all he’s knew for years was longing and hatred and grief, and it feels almost like longing but…warmer. So much warmer, and denser, like there’s not a gun in the world that can pierce it. Not a forge in the world that could melt it. Not a horror in the universe that could strip it away into pieces and unmake it the way he was unmade. It hurts and it’s suddenly the most precious feeling he has left.

He doesn’t even know what he’s saying in his own head anymore.

His breathing is evening out. Slowly but surely. He’s looking around on the ground for something to wipe his hands on and settles for the wet grass as there’s really not much else.

“Fuuuuuuuucking hell, Shaun.”

Gilmore laughs, warm and light and tired.

“I mean it, seriously,” Vax’s voice is of its normal register again, low and lilting. “That… nine fucking hells and the abyss besides, what demon pact did you sign to learn to do that to a man?”

Gilmore laughs again and kisses him.

“Not even joking, my arse may never forgive you, it might press charges.”

“Vax’ildan, your ass can press anything it wants against me,” retorts Gilmore and Vax snorts and Percy hears the soft sounds of another kiss.

This feels… oh. This feels wrong. Percy being here, intruding on this moment, this… this feels almost more wrong than everything he just did. This feels so much more intimate, not just sex but something more. Companionship. Real affection. Percy shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have… shit.

Blast it all, he’s a monstrous person.

This isn’t news, he’s been a terrible man for years now even if the others don’t know it yet. Even if they haven’t grasped the magnitude, the danger of what he brought into the world. Even if they don’t know about what he did before that. But now he feels like he’s ruined something precious. Something that didn’t belong to him, should never have involved him. He inserted himself somewhere he didn’t need to be and—

“So, did you mean that, though?”

“About Percival?”

“About, uh, handing me off to him when we’re gone I guess.”

“That depends, my dear Vax’ildan: would you want that?”

“I mean…”

Percy doesn’t hear a response but he does hear Gilmore laugh.

“Well, I suppose I don’t know. I mean he’s certainly attractive—“

“Too fucking right,” Vax sounds almost frustrated and that…this… what?

“But it’d involve some discussion, of course. I know you trust him implicitly, but we don’t exactly know what his experience is with any of… this.”

“I really can’t figure him out, Shaun, every time I think I’ve got him pinned down—“

“Well clearly you need to work on your grip.”

Percy hears a small tussle, some playful shoving, and he’s confused, he’s… he’s so confused.

“You know what I mean. Freddie’s… there’s something odd there. He won’t let any of us in, not really, not even Keyleth. I wish he would.”

They’re silent for a moment and Percy has to strain to hear what comes next, they’re both so quiet:

“—really wanna go into that now, Vax’il—?”

“—Piss. I dunno, hones—“

“Hmm.” Gilmore’s voice returns to his moderate volume from before, not as loud as he usually is when greeting them all at the shop, but loud enough that Percy can hear them (is that odd? That seems odd, that seems decidedly strange, but he’s not sure why because everything is still so fuzzy and warm and cold all at once). “Well regardless, if he knows you’re interested, all that’s left is to let him make the first move.”

Vax groans in frustration.

“I suppoooooose. Balls.”

Percy hears the shuffling sound of boots on wet grass as they walk back inside the keep. He sits there with his limp cock his hand, sweat on his forehead, surrounded by the smell of come and fresh cut logs and grass staining the knees of his breeches.

Eventually he tucks himself back inside his pants, buttons up, and sits back against the woodshed, thinking of everything that just happened.

For the first time in years, his anxiety when he falls asleep isn’t about blood and metal and his soul damned to the abyss. It’s about the sound Vax made when Gilmore kissed him, about how his name sounded on Gilmore’s lips, about Vax wishing Percy would open up to him. Despite the nighttime chill and the fact that his coat is still inside in his workshop, he gets the best sleep he’s had in ages.

When Percival wakes up, neck sore from where he nodded off, he thinks it was all just a terrifyingly vivid dream. He’s had so many of those, after all. Smoke and horrors, soft words paired with knives, his own crimes repeated for him on a looping circuit. At least this one wasn’t a nightmare. At least it let him feel wanted by two wonderful, beautiful men, albeit in a strange, isolated way.

He doesn’t see the way Shaun and Vax’ildan try to catch his eye the rest of the day, waiting for him to say something.

So I actually filled this a while back and then forgot to post the link here, in case anyone's still poking around. Sorry about that!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27587689

I filled this one last Kinktober, but I forgot until just now that it was originally inspired by this prompt, so I thought I'd drop the link here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26945776

Pike casts Spiritual Weapon to make herself a divine strap-on and uses it on Scanlan.

AFAB Vax got fantasy bottom surgery years ago but has zero dysphoria related to his chest and honestly likes having tits.

This works out nicely because Keyleth really likes them too.

Ah, that explains why he keeps talking about “nappies” during short rests.

This prompt has been here a while but I’d also love to see it filled.

…you gotta get with my friends

Even now that they’re so spread out, Vox Machina still meets at least once a year to catch up and, well, reconnect.

This year, Taryon’s bringing his long lost love along on their vacation. While everyone else is happy for him, Tary's the first of them to date outside the group and now everyone has to decide if and how to bring Larry into the fold (and maybe explain the situation to him in the first place).

Cue kink negotiation and first time (orgy edition).

+++Big bonuses if Lawrence’s last name is Lorelei.

Given that they're both expecting at the same time at the end of the campaign...

When Vex and Zahra indulge some of their hormones, finding comfortable positions that account for both of their pregnant bellies requires a bit of problem-solving. Fortunately they're both very clever women.

(you didn't specify a rating, op, so this is very G, I hope that's okay!)

Vax looked at Keyleth and his heart beat a little faster, his mouth got dry and he couldn’t help but start smiling. Then she started smiling back, and that was pretty great.

And then they saw Gilmore again, for the first time in a long time, and for the first time Vax was dreading walking through those doors. He didn’t want to hurt Shaun. But the heart settled where it would – not that he was settling for Keyleth. More like the other way around.

Shaun locked eyes with him as soon as they crossed the threshold, giving him a smile and a wave.

Vax’s heart beat a little faster. His mouth got dry. And he found his mouth curling upwards into a smile in return.

Wait.

He hadn’t expected his feelings for Shaun to fade overnight, no more than he’d fallen for Keyleth overnight. But when he held those feelings in one hand and his feelings for Keyleth in the other he couldn’t tell a difference. Which was terrifying, frankly.

So he didn’t say anything to Shaun. Kept smiling and flirting, all the while panicking that Keyleth would take offense, would demand he choose. Carrying the same fear with Keyleth, that Gilmore would demand the same. He should choose. It wasn’t fair to either of them, to string them along this way. And it weighed heavy on his heart whenever he looked at either of them.

Until they both pinned him in a corner at a tavern, him half-drunk already and them with solemn, worried faces.

“I went to Keyleth,” Shaun started, “asking if I’d done anything wrong, if you’d said anything to her.”

“And I had the same question for him,” Keyleth said, sitting at the table they’d backed him into. “So clearly we both did something - “

“Or you’re chewing on something,” Gilmore said softly, sitting across from Keyleth. “Copper for your thoughts?”

Faced with both of them solemn and worried and radiating care and love, Vax lasted about a second and a half before he crumpled into the remaining chair, with one of them on either side. He took a moment to loathe the irony before the whole thing spilled out of him. His indecision, his guilt, his equal yet independent love for the both of them.

He dropped his face into his arms, looking up at them with one eye. “Sorry,” he said simply. But they weren’t looking at him. They were looking at each other. Not with animosity or envy, as he’d feared, but calculation. Scheming, almost. And then they both looked down at him and smiled.

“Okay,” Keyleth said.

“That’s fine,” Gilmore added.

“What,” Vax responded.

“You have a lot of love to give, Vax,” Keyleth said softly, laying a hand on his arm. “You deserve that same amount of love in return.”

“But - “

“And we bring different things to the table,” Gilmore interrupted with a wink that made Keyleth flush slightly. “Oh, that’s not what I meant, dear. Well. Not entirely.”

“I - “

“So if that’s what you need, and what your heart wants...if it’s what makes you happy,” Keyleth said, squeezing his arm. “Then it makes me happy.”

“Me too.” Gilmore leaned his chin in one hand. “If it’s okay with you, Vax’ildan.”

“I – you - “ Vax was too drunk for this conversation, but here it was, happening. The both of them, shining with love and care and not an ounce of anger. “...okay,” he said weakly.

Gilmore reached out, patting his other arm. “We’ll talk again when you’re sober,” he promised.

“We just figured you wouldn’t cop to it without...lubrication.” Gilmore grinned widely and Keyleth flushed again. “Stop,” she insisted, and Gilmore laughed – not unkindly.

“I should have,” Vax mumbled into his arm. “I should have said something sooner.”

“Feelings are confusing,” Gilmore said with a shrug. “But that’s what makes it worth figuring them out.”

Vax buried his face again, managing to worm his hands up to take both of theirs, and just sat that way for a long moment, his heart full to bursting.

this got...slightly out of hand. it's here @ ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37137697

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

Grog/Scanlan, magic/enemies made them do it, size difference

Re: Grog/Scanlan, magic/enemies made them do it, size difference

vax/keyleth - pushy vax

Vecna/Any - Let The Lich Fuck

Re: vax/keyleth - pushy vax

Trinket Love?

Vax/Gilmore, Vax can't stand Gilmore getting hurt

Scanlan/Pike/Vax, post-battle royale

Taryon/Korshad, degredation and begging

Re: Priceless, Vex/Percy, E, 1/1

Re: Trinket Love?

“Entirely Inappropriate” Vaxmore+Percy, voyeurism 1/3

“Entirely Inappropriate” Vaxmore+Percy 2/3

“Entirely Inappropriate” Vaxmore+Percy 3/3

Fill: Just Us Girls (Keyleth/Pike/Vex, E) AO3 link

Fill: Buckle (Keyleth/Vax, E) AO3 link

Pike/Scanlan, Sarenrae sponsored pegging

Vax/Keyleth, breastplay

Re: Vax (/any), bedwetting

Taryon/Lawrence + polymachina, if you wanna be my lover…

Vex/Zahra, pregnancies kink plural

Re: Grog/Scanlan, magic/enemies made them do it, size difference

Re: Scanlan/Any, BDSM, Safeword use.

Re: Gilmore/Vax'ildan/Keyleth, Poly Vax

Re: Percy/Vex/Vax, Sharing