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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

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This has given life to my crops and cleared up my skin and the 1/? makes me joyful.

Gilmore takes his robe off so Percy follows suit with his shirt, leaving the both of them in just their pants- Percy's stiff and formal and now stained with come, Gilmore's loose and soft and quite nice for showing off his own hard cock.

Gilmore lays down on the bed and gestures for Percy to lie with him, so he does. "We can move faster if you like," Gilmore says, teasing at the wet spot on Percy's pants. "But personally, I enjoy taking my time."

"This is good." Percy finds himself staring at Gilmore, the gold chains of his necklaces against his warm, dark skin, the gentle swell of his soft stomach- he really is, in a word, glorious. "I can appreciate going slow."

Gilmore smiles at him, and Percy is struck by what a fine, genuine smile it is. It occurs to him, consciously for the first time, that Gilmore really, truly wants to have sex with him, and is eager to be Percy's first- at whatever pace Percy chooses.

"You're very handsome," he says, and he feels a bit ridiculous for the inanity of the statement.

Gilmore just laughs. "I know." He chuckles and swiftly kisses Percy's cheek. "You're quite the looker yourself."

Carefully, Percy leans in closer to Gilmore's touch, just a bit closer. Gilmore keeps stroking the damp outline of Percy's cock, and what can he say, Percy is a young man; he can feel his cock rousing itself again already.

"So excited," Gilmore purrs. He traces his hand in between Percy's legs, lightly trailing his fingertips over his balls, and coming to rest on his ass. "Tell me- have you ever touched yourself here?"

Percy shakes his head, not trusting his voice to not crack. He's tried before, but he grew nervous and ashamed and stopped.

"Hmmm." Gilmore lightly tugs at the waistband of Percy's pants. "Why don't I show you how it's done?"

eEEE

Percy assists in pulling his trousers and underwear off. He feels strange, being entirely naked in front of Gilmore in this situation- he's completely vulnerable, yet it feels good. He's never been nude in front of another person in this context before, and while it is a little nerve-wracking, Gilmore's warmth and serene smile make him feel safe.

"Flip over, onto your stomach," Gilmore says. Percy obeys with a bit of hesitance, and quakes a little at the touch of Gilmore's fingers on his ass.

"I'm going to try something," Gilmore says. "I have a lot of faith that you'll like it, but tell me if you don't, all right? This is only fun if you feel good."

Percy nods, then says, "Yes, all right," when Gilmore doesn't move.

He gasps at a sudden warm, wet sensation near his hole. "Wh- is that-" He peeks over his shoulder to see Gilmore's mouth on his ass. Gilmore sees him looking, and quirks an eyebrow.

"How's that?" he asks. "Feel good?"

"I...think so."

Gilmore nods, and keeps going. Percy digs his fingers into the mattress as Gilmore licks into him. It's- gods, Percy doesn't know how to describe it. He feels a little like he did as a teenager, with his exploratory fumblings with his fingers and his hole, terrified but exhilarated. Yet of course- Gilmore knows what he's doing. Gilmore's hot, clever tongue licking at his asshole, of all places- despite the shame and worry built into Percy, he feels strangely powerful, too. Desirable.

It's been hardly any time at all and his cock is growing hard again. "Fuck," he gasps. "Gilmore- will you-"

He stumbles over his request, but Gilmore seems to understand anyway. "Oh, trust me, Percival," he laughs, the vibrations of his voice humming against Percy's sensitive skin. "I most certainly intend to fuck you."

Gilmore removes his own trousers at this point, and Percy can't help but stare at his cock. He's never seen another man's erection before. Like everything tonight, it's exciting and a little scary. Rolling onto his back again, Percy feels a warm want coil low in his belly.

"I'm going to start with my fingers," Gilmore says. "You'll tell me if anything hurts, won't you?"

Percy just nods, and Gilmore gives him another of those tender smiles.

He mutters something under his breath, waving his hand slightly, and Percy can vaguely see his fingers glisten before one slides into Percy's hole.

It's a lot. It's foreign and strange, and almost uncomfortable, but it settles into weird but not unpleasant.

"All right?" Gilmore asks.

"Yes," Percy breathes. "Please, I-" He swallows, and says, "I want your cock."

"I might not be able to, this being your first time. But we'll try."

He eases a second finger inside, and starts to stretch Percy's hole open. It doesn't hurt, but it's so strange. Percy can't help but cry out.

Then Gilmore arches his fingers and something inside Percy burns, but deliciously so. "Fuck! Gods, Gilmore..."

Gilmore is only just now starting to break a sweat. He exhales heavily, but grins. "Yes? I'm working on it, darling. A little more patience."

The loss of Gilmore's fingers makes Percy feel achingly empty, and he helplessly whines, needy. But the sensation of being filled soon returns, much larger and thicker slowly pushing inside him.

Gilmore's cheeks are red, his hair is sticking to his face with sweat, and Percy isn't sure he's ever seen anyone quite so beautiful. "You're so tight, Percival," Gilmore sighs. "Do you feel good, my dear? Does this please you?"

"Yes!" Percy's back arches, his feet dig into the mattress- he feels entirely out of control and it's strangely beautiful.

His orgasm is blinding, and the feeling of Gilmore coming inside him doubly so. Percy is entirely spent, and he collapses onto the mattress, panting.

Gilmore pulls out and lies down next to him, wrapping his arms around Percy's middle. "Now that was nice," he says. "How are you feeling, Percival?"

"Good," he sighs. "That was- I never really thought it would be like that."

"I'm glad it was good. Your first time ought to be good."

"Mmm." Percy lays his head on Gilmore's chest and closes his eyes. "I'm very interested in my second."

OP here again- this is AMAZING, bless your soul for filling this prompt!!!

I'll be in my bunk.

GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT

Vex, for all her love of the new-found finery that comes with the title Baroness of the Third House of Whitestone, Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt, hates corsets.

Or, perhaps, hate is too strong a word. “They’re just… inconvenient,” she says, lips pursed tight and brows pulled into a frown, every time Percy helps lace her into one, calloused fingers gentle and steady with the laces as he tugs on them. He watches her curves become more pronounced, more defined, watches her waist shrink down to something tiny and her hips seem to broaden by comparison, and feels a curl of something that’s not entirely lust in the bottom of his stomach. “They’re tight, and restrictive, and impractical, and I can’t move right in them, what if there’s an attack on the castle and I can’t run? And they make me look awfully flat-chested, darling, you know I’m not all that big to begin with, and really, I-”

When Percy suggests, gently, almost teasing, that perhaps she is being a little overdramatic – as is her wont, as is both their wont, for that matter – given she only has to wear one at most two times a week, for formal dinners, she scowls at him. “I’d like to see you manage a dinner in one,” she snaps, swatting at his hands when they linger on her now-tiny waist.

And, well… Percy never has been one to back down from a challenge.

“Are- am I- allowed?” is the first thing he asks, when she lays the corset out on the bed and starts loosening the laces out as far as they’ll go, fastenings undone so it’s laid out flat. He sounds so timid, so hesitant, so utterly un-Percy-like, that Vex can’t help but laugh.

“Of course, darling,” she purrs, lifting the corset carefully – it’s heavy and unwieldy like this, opened up and ready to be put on, all steel bones and brocade and sturdy lacing – and watching the way Percy’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, staring. She’d known he’d like it, dark and gothic, with the silky obsidian-black embroidery of the brocade’s stylised roses only barely visible against the charcoal of the fabric. “Men are allowed to be pretty, too, you know. It would be terribly unfair of us women to keep all the beautiful things for ourselves – though you know I make an exception when it comes to you.”

He swallows harder at that, hands trembling at the touch of corset against bare skin, and Vex can’t help but sigh at the sudden rush of affection that surges in her breast. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, she wraps the corset around his torso, clicks the fastenings at the front into place, and grasps the laces at the back. Tugging on them a little, getting them tight enough that the corset isn’t constricting but just barely gripping him, adjusting it into the correct position, she grins. “Tell me when, darling.”

Percy inhales, unsteady, and exhales, almost a whine. “When.”

She laces up the corset in slow segments, steady inches, over the course of fifteen minutes. The laces pull and pull, and the corset tightens and tightens, and Percy’s breathing gets more ragged the tighter it gets. She rather enjoys it, the tease of it, watching him fall apart from nothing more than a little pressure and the silly taboo of wearing a woman’s garment, of indulging in forbidden beauty.

By the time she’s finished, his chest is heaving, eyes wide and cheeks a little flushed, and the complete lack of clothing on his lower half makes his arousal impossible to hide.

Vex grins, wide and hungry and delighted, as she always is when a good plan comes to bountiful fruition. “Look at you,” she says, settling hands on his noticeably narrower waist and turning him to face the full-length mirror she’d deliberately kept him away from during the lacing-up. “You look beautiful, darling. My pretty, pretty boy.”

“Vex’ahlia,” breathes Percy, somewhere between strangles and scandalised at her words. When he sees himself, though, his eyes go so delightfully wide, like he can’t quite believe it. “Oh, my- good grief. That’s… that’s very… well. Well.”

He makes a lovely picture, she has to admit. He always makes a lovely picture, in her eyes, but like this – laced tight into the corset, with room tighten further in another quarter-hour or so when he’s adjusted, the black stark and bold against his pale skin and white hair…

Well. It would be striking even without the curves the corset gives him, feminising the sharp edges of him, and the proud jut of his cock, hard against the fastenings of the corset over his stomach. All things considered, Vex rather things stunning is an entirely appropriate adjective.

Or, perhaps, delectable, given how badly she wants to get her mouth on him right now.

She says none of that, though. “Darling!” she says, instead, mock-scandalised. Slipping a hand between his cock and the fabric of the corset, she presses a kiss to the side of his neck, soft and lingering. “Careful, careful,” she murmurs in his ear, voice dripping easy seduction. “You’ll stain the lovely fabric, if you don’t watch out, and that just won’t do.”

Percy twitches at the contact, gasps a little and barely bites off his groan when the sudden inhale reminds him of his new constriction. “I’m- terribly sorry, Lady Vex’ahlia,” he says, struggling to keep his composure, and Vex can’t help but feel a little smug at how easy it’s been to win this particular little game of theirs.

The night’s not even over, either – he still has an entire dinner to spend in it, trying to make small talk and pleasantries with the guests whilst distracted. Socialising whilst knowing what he’s wearing under his formalwear, wondering whether any of them have guessed his little secret, whether his curves are too obvious or the corset too dark against the white of his shirt…

Vex pulls herself forcibly out of that particular train of thought, thighs clenching involuntarily. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, and if she gets distracted now, they’ll never make it to the dinner on time. Or at all.

Percy, however, is a different matter. He’s still staring at himself in the mirror, touching the silky fabric and hard bones of the corset almost reverently, smoothing his hands over his new curves. It’s as adorable as it is arousing, the look of awe and tentative delight in his eyes as he explores the shape his body has been coaxed into, the elegant cage of metal and brocade covering it. Vex wonders, distantly, a little dizzily, why she’s never thought to do this before – and can do little more than stare, slightly breathless with second-hand delight, as Percy slowly explores this newfound pleasure.

“Well, it’s clear that this little problem isn’t going to go away any time soon,” she says, after a minute or so, running her thumb over the head of his cock. She can’t help but sigh appreciatively at the way he groans, twitches and rocks back against her, so sensitive as always. She rather thinks he’d forgotten she was there, carried away with the corset as he was. “Not without a little help, anyways.”

She swats at his arse with her free hand, just hard enough for him to feel it, and laughs when he jumps, gasps, cock twitching against her palm. “Hands behind your back, now, darling, there’s a good boy.”

Despite how distracted he was just moments earlier, he snaps to attention at her words, clasping his hands loosely at the small off his back and exhaling a soft breath of anticipation as she circles round him. When she drops to her knees in front of him, she can see how his thighs are trembling, and it’s enough to make her own clench again.

“That’s it,” she purrs, pressing a kiss to the soft, slick head of his cock and raising hands to grip his newly-accentuated waist, steadying him. Like this, still in front of the mirror, she knows he must be able to see himself, and see her, be able to admire the scene they make together. Beautiful as they both are, she knows, vainly, it must be a very nice one. “Just stand there and be pretty, darling, and let me take care of you before dinner, hmm?”

“…Vex, dear,” Percy says, voice arousal-raw as he stares down at her with a smile, eyes still a little dazed. “Have- have I mentioned recently how much I adore-”

She grins up at him through her lashes, all white teeth and wickedly-curled lips – and closes her mouth around him before he can finish the sentence. He buckles forward into her with a cry, hands grabbing wildly at her silky hair, movement restricted by the tight steel bones of the corset, and-

Well. And, after that, he says very little – other than Vex, Vex, dear, yes, yes, gods yes-!

Like maybe Kima just does it the first time to get Allura to bed down so she can kiss her more easily but then they discover that they're both really into it

If Kashaw is more interested in this druid than his own wife, then she'll take her as a host.

i told you how delighted i was on ao3 but i felt i should reiterate it bc THANK GOD HONESTLY, I LOVE THIS GOOD GOOD SOFT BOY (lov OP)

Just what it says on the tin. :) I'll leave the circumstances up to the author.

Vax/Gilmore is my primary pairing, but I also have a fondness for Jarett/Gilmore (esp. if Jarett has taken Vax to task regarding his past treatment of Shaun).

I love angst, but fluff is more than welcome. I'm also fine with omegaverse if that's a concern.

All I ask is no hardcore kinks (cbt, scat, gs, etc.) or graphic Het (not that either should be a factor here lol).

This is how he apologises to her – on his knees, with her full skirts hitched up around her waist, and three fingers buried up to the knuckle in her soft, wet cunt as he tongues her clit until she comes hard and shuddering around him.

It’s not a traditional apology, he knows. Not an appropriate one either, given their connection, given the shared blood in their veins and their mutual last name and the way they call one another brother and sister respectively. But tradition got their family murdered, slaughtered like lambs by the visitors they welcomed into their home, and appropriate is not a concept that’s been applicable to their relationship since he left her to die in the snow all those years ago.

They’re wrong, and they know it, but they make it work.

And he does love her so, like this, above him and around him and falling apart to his mouth and hands. His sister is so strong, usually, steel and granite and ice, hardened by necessity and trauma, and he’s so proud of her strength. But, in the privacy of her own chambers, when she softens enough to whimper and gasp, to press elegant, fine-boned fingers over her own mouth to stifle any louder sounds… then, he loves her, loves her soft and delicate edges, loves the fact that he is the only one allowed to see her like this.

He pushes his fingers in deeper, fucks her three-full and crooked to press against the spot inside her that makes her moan, gush slick against his already-soaked hand and hungry mouth. The noises she makes are so pretty, still so proper and refined despite the debauchery of it all, and her squeal when he grazes teeth feather-light across her clit makes him so hard it aches.

When she comes, it is to the broad of his tongue lapping at where she’s swollen and sensitive, to his fingers curled deep against the soft, slick places inside her. To the knowledge that this is only the first of their evening’s activities, and that greater pleasures are yet to come.

Cassandra can always count on her brother to scratch this itch that she gets, to fill her ‘til she no longer feels hollow and empty, to reach the ache deep inside her that only he can soothe.

She looks down at him, when he’s done – satisfied and sad all at once – and strokes the back of one finger down his cheek. It’s slick beneath her touch, shiny, slippery with her, and it brings her a joy she doesn’t quite understand to know that his dazed eyes and swollen lips are her doing.

“Thank you, brother,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss his forehead. She smiles when he tilts his face, captures her lips, instead, lets her taste the salt-musk of her own spend on his tongue. They kiss less often than they fuck, but Cassandra lives for the times they do, the yielding warmth of Percival’s lips on hers and the way he licks deep and slow, molten, into her mouth. A perfect moment of languid pleasure, a precious intimacy shared in the gaps between far greater ones. “…Shall we…?”

As always, he goes easily to the bed, follows where she leads with the slightest of touches. He strips himself for her, from the waist down, and she watches with hungry eyes as he peels the the tight cling of his jodhpurs away to reveal his cock, jutting proud up towards his stomach. She loves that she can make him like this, her beautiful brother, make him so hard just from watching her come undone – and her mouth waters at the sight of him, thick and hot, head purpled with blood and slick from his own eagerness.

That, though, is for another time. For now, her cunt aches from him more than her mouth does, with a deep throb that must be satisfied.

“You agree with me, Percival, don’t you?” she says, as she straddles him, though she knows he would not be doing this if he didn’t. She sinks down onto him slowly, feels the luxurious slide of him deep inside her where she’s wet and open – and just a few weeks ago, this hurt, made her ache and burn deep inside to take something so big and new, and look how much progress she’s made. Now, she can take him easily, root him inside her first try until she can feel him deep, hot and hard, filling her in ways no one else ever has, no one else ever could. “Whitestone must be kept in the family. This- ah, oh, brother- this is for a higher cause.”

If it was, once, it certainly isn’t now, but the lie makes things easier. She tells herself higher cause even as she clenches around him, moans to know how deep he is inside her, because the alternative is admitting that this has gone far beyond duty now. Admitting that she loves this, loves her tight, wet cunt spread wide around the fatness of her brother’s cock, that she rides him out of pleasure more than necessity.

“Oh, oh- Yes, sister,” breathes Percival, both rapturous and tentative as always, like he can’t quite believe he’s allowed this after everything he’s done. He settles her skirts around them, hiding the point where they join as if that will hide the sin of what they do, and reaches up to hold her waist in the broad callous of his palms. “Yes, I do agree- but Cassie, Cass, please, let me fill you-”

Laced into a tight corset-bodice, she's thin, almost fragile beneath his hands, but he knows that it’s an illusion. She has a spine of steel, after all, an unbreakable spirit that even the Briarwoods only managed to bend. So he fucks her, deep and hard, with thrusts that alternate between languid-slow and punishingly fast – she will not shatter under the force of it, he knows, will relish the ache that stays hours after he’s finished pounding into her and how deep she can feel his spend inside her.

Neither of them know how they will explain it, when she starts swelling with child. It is inevitable that she will, given how often Percy fills her – four times this week alone, because he is nothing if not focused, dedicated, when he commits himself to a project – and how eagerly, how willingly she accepts his spend. It’s what they both want, more than anything, why they started these illicit meetings in the first place. To fill Cassandra with de Rolo seed, to turn her round and heavy and swollen with child, to ensure Whitestone would have heirs aplenty from the true family line.

The logical choice would be to find her a suitor, a husband. It would give Whitestone a Lord-by-marriage, and their coming heir a legitimate lineage, all in one – but neither can bear to consider another man touching Cassandra, wooing her, taking her to bed.

The mere thought of it makes Cassandra clench around her brother as he pushes deep into her, as though she could keep him inside her forever – makes Percival thrust up into her harder until she’s crying out in short, staccato-sharp bursts. She comes again, then, to the slap of her brother’s balls against her slick-wet cunt, and the slide of his cock deep within her, in the private, secret places she saves just for him. To the knowledge that, soon, he will fill her once more, and that soon she will grow fat with the fruits of their labour, with her brother’s child, without ever having tolerated the touch of another man.

She is, after all, quite sure that no one will be able to satisfy her like her Percival does. Because, despite all his faults, despite all his past sins that he has paid for with his tongue and fingers and thick, blood-hard cock… who could ever know her better than her brother?

OP here~
Ohhhhh my god oh my god thank you so much this is AMAZING, aaaaaaa and you even did a pregnancy thing skdbdjfhevdbd I can't thank you enough!!!

OP, you are more than welcome, given how much fun I had writing this - I'm glad you enjoyed it, and super glad you enjoyed the pregnancy thing since it seemed implied in the prompt but I wasn't quite sure...

Cassandra wants to know what real love looks like after growing up with the Briarwoods. Kima and Allura are happy to show her.

+ bonus for ending in a threesome

Huh, I find it hard to imagine how this scenario would come up because I imagine Cassandra is too self-contained/repressed to say anything; I'm interested to see how someone who can actually write would set this up. Maybe Kima or Allura notice Cassandra watching and figure it out on their own? Or maybe they somehow get it out of her? (I'm not clever enough for this, I guess. lol)

I have no idea, but I'm keeping an eye on this one! Thanks for prompting something unique about our lovely canon queer ladies, OP. <3

Percy in a loving relationship (preferably with Vex, but won't be picky), and never shaking what Ripley did to him. He expects pain and feels empty when he doesn't get it. No burning, no cutting, no flesh being slowly stripped away, and a small part of him is begging for that release. (So perhaps technically a Percy/Vex or Percy/your preference, but with a heavier emphasis on the past? If that makes sense. Perhaps Percy's partner doing what Percy asks, filling the void left by Ripley and said partner ashamedly getting off on it?)

Fucking seconded. This is my jam.

Playing off the above prompt, and inspired by the song "Genghis Khan" my friend introduced me to recently: Percy finds himself obsessing over Ripley when they find out she's been scrying on him, maybe even... missing her? He wants to be her only, her favourite. Ripley, to his delight, feels the same. She wants him wrapped around her little finger, wants his complete submission, and he's more than willing to give it.

Since 'tis the season to overindulge... how about Percy or Keyleth getting stuffed with the help of a significant other? I'm not terribly fussy about pairings, just as long as one of them ends up over-full and moaning. (Sex afterwards when they're so stuffed they're barely able to move would be appreciated, but is mostly definitely not required.)

Bonus points for: having to undo clothing/clothing breaking under the strain of their stomach, their partner feeding them even when they can hardly eat any more and pushing them to their limit, their belly being visibly distended and rock-hard from all the food in it, lots of lovely gasping/moaning/groaning/gurgling noises, belly rubs, both them and their partner being turned on by how full and big they are.

Someone prompted this with Percy above but my femslash heart is still dying over i love you a lot / do you still think you're talking to my brother? / i know who i'm talking to.

Personally am fine w/ any level of twincest but yknow author's choice.

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

Re: "do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (1/?)

"do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (2/?)

Re: "do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (2/?)

"do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (3/?)

"do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (4/4)

Re: "do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (4/4)

Re: "do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (4/4)

Re: "do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (4/4)

"Pretty, Pretty Boy" - Vex/Percy, (1/2)

"Pretty, Pretty Boy" - Vex/Percy, (2/2)

Kima/Allura, hair pulling

Kashaw/Vesh/Keyleth, Possession

Re: "Pretty, Pretty Boy" - Vex/Percy, (2/2)

Gilmore mpreg

"Runs in the Family" - Percy/Cassandra, Incest, NC-17, (1/2)

"Runs in the Family" - Percy/Cassandra, Incest, NC-17, (2/2)

Re: "Runs in the Family" - Percy/Cassandra, Incest, NC-17, (2/2)

Re: "Runs in the Family" - Percy/Cassandra, Incest, NC-17, (2/2)

Kima/Allura (+ or /) Cassasndra, consensual voyeurism

Re: Kima/Allura (+ or /) Cassasndra, consensual voyeurism

Percy/Ripley, lies we tell ourselves

Re: Percy/Ripley, lies we tell ourselves

Percy/Ripley, Stockholm Syndrome/Obsession/Possessiveness

Percy or Keyleth, Stuffing

Vex/Keyleth/Vax, sharing a girlfriend