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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

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I just love the idea of Vex wearing pretty silky things for Percy and him just being blown away that she's doing this for him (and for herself too, of course). Bonus if when Vex shows up in nice lingerie one night, she reveals she bought him a nice pair of his own so they can be matching while they have fun, and despite his initial flustered and unsure state, he really likes them. I'm especially partial to Percy grinding up against her through the little silky things she bought him because it feels so good, and just him in general being in awe of how nice both Vex's lingerie and his own feel under his hands. ESPECIALLY tying Percy having a praise kink in there somewhere and getting off on Vex telling him what a pretty boy he is.

TLDR; two pretty people dress up for each other and feel even prettier.

so, yes, 'our whole relationship is psychic damage, baby' was played as a joke, but also? you can't really convince me that these kids with their weird relationships to self-harm and devotion haven't tried it at least once. maybe starting out just trying to test out what the blade can do, and gradually realizing they're more affected by the trust and pain involved? maybe it seems the natural next step from playing with the mild pain of keyleth's fire hands?

(other kinks, especially knifeplay/bloodplay/bondage/praise kink also welcome/encouraged. making the underlying relationship a Bad Thing for keyleth and vax a definite do not want - it can tend into exploring some darker stuff but like in a healthy/loving way pls.)

Keyleth shapechanges into a male dragon, rutting and possessive she makes her way through VM, fucking them each to claim them as her "hoard." (Forceful transformation of one or more into forms she finds more fit for her dragon self?)

How do you feel about a little bit of sex pollen as instigator for this scenario?

Re: Keyleth/Any, dragon mates and hoarding

(Anonymous) - 2018-09-08 23:48 (UTC) - Expand

i just love the idea of vex getting off hard at being tossed around and called a slut by her lover in a controlled, private, and consensual setting, especially if its something she rarely indulges in because usually she's the one in control. her choking around a cock until tears start to well up, her getting wet just at the thought of being bent over their lap and spanked, and then pushed facefirst into the bed or ground with her braid wrapped tight around their hand and fucked until she can't do anything but cry and moan and shake as another orgasm hits her.

i'm partial to percy as her partner (because i'm fond of power reversals) but frankly i'm good with anything. obviously i'm fine with d/s, and i'm neutral to daddy kink so if that's some extra flavor you wanna throw in there too that's fine. really i'm good with anything that isn't bathroom play.

It's Tary's first time (with a guy? with his partner? with Anyone, Ever? up to you!) and his bed-partner wants to make it great for him. Established relationship or not, either is fine.

No noncon or bathroom stuff, please!

(Honestly? I would be fine with Tary/anyone, so long as it's a guy because, you know, he's literally gay. Tary/Vax, Tary/Gilmore, whatever. /Not/ Tary/Lawrence though. Literally, actually anything else is fine, though Darringjaw and Darrolo are my ideal pairings. *thumbs up*)

((If you include butt stuff, Taryon is absolutely a bottom, I'm just sayin'. I mean, have you seen him? That man is definitely not a top, that's for sure.))

I gotchu anon. I gotchu.

Re: Taryon/Grog or Taryon/Percy, First Time

(Anonymous) - 2017-12-30 07:02 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Taryon/Grog or Taryon/Percy, First Time

(Anonymous) - 2017-12-30 08:32 (UTC) - Expand

Literally anything about everybody's favorite ranger getting herself off?? Percy's out of the house for whatever reason and she needs to come BAD; she's doing it to tease him; or pretty much anything you can think of tbh.

you and i both know in our hearts that in episode 112 Artagan thought he was being called for an orgy and was definitely put out when that turned out not to be the case, so i was hoping one of you fine folks could make that happen both for him and for me

no daddy kink, no watersports/scat, bonus points if artagan gets in that asphyxiation anyway

After Gilmore returns to Emon and sees to the safety. After the battle. After everything. Someone finally tends to Gilmore. It can be a member of VM, it can be Tary, it can be Jarrett, it can be Artagan, it can be whoever you want. Just give me someone wrapping Gilmore up, kissing his new and old scars, and making sweet, soft love to him.

Come on, internet, you know this needs to be a thing. Make it happen. Sweaty, athletic Jocks Machina sex.

Just a good ol not-angsty Percy/Vax fic in which Percy bottoms/subs, please. Hurt/comfort is fine, though, just no angst! Ideally something sweet and cute, it can be an established relationship or friends to lovers, either is fine. Any AU or none at all, up to you!!

I just want them to be happy and in love. Please, let my boys be happy for once. I'm dying,

After VM was defeated and the world has been brought to heel, Vecna has been having fun with his little revenant toy.

Non-con, murder, torture, and all that good stuff. I will literally read anything with vax vecna(vaxna?). Hell, I'd read mushy romantic fics of it if it was framed in a funny way.

After the war of taking down Vecna, there will be many things to do in the aftermath. But eventually, after seemingly endless and exhaustive hours - Scanlan and Pike will share a moment alone.

Please, someone, as sweet and tender or volcanic or whatever.

Scanlan wishes he were sober just so that he could get drunk again.

Grog's gone off to Whitestone's one reopened house of lady favors to keep drowning his sorrows in the one thing at present more intoxicating than ale. (Even he agrees that enough blood has been spilled.) Scanlan imagines Vex and Percy are probably together; maybe Keyleth's with them, maybe not.

This--fuck. Comfort should be a group thing tonight. They should've sent word out, brought everyone to the tavern, and stayed together until dawn.

Maybe with enough people present, they could have forgotten about the one who wasn't.

Instead Scanlan's lying on the bed in his quarters at Whitestone Castle, pillow damp but eyes dry now, thinking about getting up and shuttering the oil lantern so it's not so fucking bright. In all honesty, it's dim enough that he can barely see the foot of the bed, but his hangover's getting an early start.

He's on the verge of sleep--which is a charitable way of saying "about to pass out"--when there's a timid tap at the door. For a second he considers not answering it. But then Pike calls softly, "Scanlan?" and he's on his feet before he knows it.

Belatedly he realizes he's only wearing knee-length cotton breeches, what passes for sleepwear. That's all right, though; when he opens the door to Pike, she's garbed in a nightgown so big on her that it can only be Vex's--or, more likely considering where thy are, Cassandra's.

"I don't want to be alone tonight," she says, marching past him and clambering up onto the bed. (Grog sleeps on two pushed together; they haven't yet made provisions for the smaller party members, but the extra room suits Scanlan fine.)

"...all right?" Scanlan follows her, lying down an arm's length away from her.

"Do you have a headache?"

"Yes," Scanlan says, not nodding, because he does in fact have a rather nasty headache.

Pike casts Greater Restoration on him and the headache fades. He feels noticeably more awake and alert as well, and if he didn't have her here he'd make a start on getting drunk again.

But she's here, wriggling with annoyed discomfort against the quilt for some reason.

At last she plucks at her nightgown, bunching it up, and pulls it fluidly off over her head. "Can't stand sleeping in this garbage," she mumbles, folding it and leaning forward to deposit it at the end of the bed. Scanlan only catches her words because he's staring at her, speechless.

He's seen her naked before, of course. Even if she hadn't memorably done her streak-battling in this very castle, Vox Machina are tight; travelling in the wilderness means knowing how long Grog takes for his morning shit, let alone catching glimpses of the others bathing. But he hasn't seen her like this, by low lantern light, her hair so white against the darkness, her skin still (to his wondering eyes) shimmering with Sarenrae's blessing.

"Pike--"

She cuts him off with a kiss.

And they've kissed before, of course, hands and cheeks and even lip pecks, each one stored up in his memory. He's well aware of how often he's fucked up with Pike. Well aware. Too much, too soon, too sleazy, too obvious.

Her radiance burns all that away from him. Like a diamond she refracts and splinters all those moments away, until he is a blank slate, granted absolution. Conditional absolution. Her little hands draw his breeches off and Scanlan understands that this isn't about giving him what he's been seeking for so long.

But it's also not quite solely about Pike not wanting to be alone tonight.

With long kisses, soft touches that become greedy grasping, whimpers and gasps, Pike rewrites their story on his body with her desire.

When she finally sinks down on him, fitting him inside her with a low, satisfied moan at their joining, Scanlan literally sees God. For just a second Pike's eyes blaze with a perfect golden glow, and for that same second Scanlan feels the third eye on his forehead open, a purple glow looking right back at her.

Then Pike begins moving, and it's just the two of them in the lantern light.

It lasts a long time. Pike peaks more than once; Scanlan's hands work on her, helping her to coast along on that crest before falling into sensation. The third time he tries to tease her along she bats his hands away and rolls them so he's atop her, her ankles locking behind his knees. Even now Scanlan's mindful of what she wants, what she needs, until she glares fiercely up at him and says, "Scanlan, let go, please."

She's not referring to physically disengaging from how he's hanging onto her like he's a hundred feet in the air and she's an immovable rod, either.

Scanlan drops his forehead to the juncture of Pike's neck and shoulder, inhales the smell of soap (and under that the smell of war), and feels the tears begin to fall once more as he comes. Pike doesn't laugh, doesn't say anything, just holds him close, fingers digging into the skin of his back.

Eventually he slips out of her and Pike pushes him off, rolls to her side, and pulls him back against her, arranging him to her liking. She's the little spoon, but Scanlan nonetheless feels as though she's the one embracing him.

The night is cold, so cold, in Whitestone it seems to always be cold, but with the Everlight's blessed one in his bed, Scanlan knows he'll never be cold again.

Re: white as diamonds, Pike/Scanlan, mature/explicit, spoilers ep 115, goes non-canon after the tave

(Anonymous) - 2017-10-18 20:31 (UTC) - Expand

Re: white as diamonds, Pike/Scanlan, mature/explicit, spoilers ep 115, goes non-canon after the tave

poppyseedheart - 2019-02-03 07:14 (UTC) - Expand

That's all. I'll take anything I can get.

Vax: "Could you aim for his penis?"
Kash: "[...] why? it's so pretty."
Keyleth: "How many penises have you seen?"
Kash: "Well... different story."

listen, let the cleric boy get fucked.

I really love H/c and whump and sickfics and all that and can't seem to find any in this fandom really, so if anyone would like to write any or know any that are good and want to drop the links, that's great! Anything is fair game, like if you wanna write raishan and thordak as AU BDSM scene partners and raishan giving her big beefy dragon of a man aftercare, I'll take it!

I'd like there to be a sexual element to it...but if you just wanna write like a kima/allura cuddly sick fic I mean seriously I'm not picky.

This is my first time posting here alright bye now!

They miss Vax together. Could be angst, could be hurt/comfort, could be smut, whatever floats your boat.

[So this is an AU in which a) they have been in a poly V relationship since the Chroma Conclave days and b) Grog's little adventure in getting his soul sent to Pandemonium either doesn't happen or happens a bit later (I mean, I thought that was a ridiculously perfect plot twist but it is highly inconvenient to my purpose here).]

Keyleth spends the first night back in Whitestone, and most of the next two days, curled up in the roots of the Sun Tree. The first morning, she wakes to find a basket set down next to her with food, blankets, and a note from Percy and Vex telling her where they'll be if she needs them, and that's the last non-tree contact she has until late on the second night, when she drapes herself in a blanket cloak and carries the now-empty basket up to the castle.

She's not expecting the first person she sees to be Gilmore, but it feels right somehow. He's on a bench in the castle courtyard with a sheet of paper in his hand. Keyleth guesses it's the letter Vax gave him back in Entropis, remembers him fumbling for it and shoving it against Gilmore's chest with one hand while the other still held his face, words tumbling out of him here, take this, I'm sorry we don't have more time but you need to get out of here, Shaun, I love you, I'm sorry, go. Gilmore's not reading the letter, just turning it over in his hands, unfolding and refolding it, running a thumb along the creases of the paper.

"Shaun, hi," Keyleth says when he looks up, her voice a little rusty. "I didn't realize you were still here."

"Cassandra prevailed on me to stay a bit longer," he says, tucking the letter into a pocket of his robes and standing. "She can be very persuasive. And I admit, being alone with my thoughts back in Emon isn't the most appealing idea."

Keyleth gives him a wan smile. "I'd recommend being alone with a tree as a good alternative, but I think that probably only works for druids."

"Alas," he says, reaching up to pluck a leaf out of her hair. Looking at her more closely, he asks, "How are you holding up, darling?"

Keyleth wants to play it off jokingly--oh, y'know, not too bad considering I lost the love of my life two days ago--but the words die in her throat and she can feel her expression crumple.

Gilmore says her name softly and opens his arms, and Keyleth goes with it, burying her face in his shoulder. He steers them toward the bench he was sitting on a moment ago, and she unwraps her blanket cloak enough to drape it over his shoulders as well.

"It feels so wrong that he's not here," Keyleth says through threatening tears--she thought she'd cried herself out back at the Sun Tree, at least for a little while, but apparently not. "We won. We did everything we were supposed to. And we still lost him."

"It isn't fair," Gilmore agrees, rubbing her back with one hand. "And that shouldn't be a surprise, but somehow it is." He leans his cheek against the top of her head, then whispers, "He loved you so much, Keyleth. Don't ever forget that."

Keyleth nods, hugging him around the waist. "He loved you, too," she replies. "I know sometimes it seemed like he was picking me over you, but...he wanted you to be safe. Always. And so much of the time, the safest place you could be was away from us."

"I know," he says, and gives a wry chuckle. "I thought I knew better than to go down that road again, but some lessons have to be learned more than once, apparently."

Keyleth lifts her head with a quizzical look, and Gilmore gives her a faint smile. "Ancient history, dear heart. I had my heart broken by an adventurer, told myself I'd been a fool to fall for someone I knew I couldn't ask to stay with me, and swore I'd never do it again. And then one day Vax walked into my shop and made a liar of me." He shakes his head with another smile. "I don't regret it."

Keyleth stretches up to kiss his cheek, then leans her head on his shoulder again. "You know," she says softly, "Vex wanted to make sure I knew she and I are still sisters. I don't know if there's a word for what you and I are to each other, but...whatever it is, we still are, right?"

"Of course." Gilmore puts a hand on the top of her head, pressing her closer. He falls silent for a few moments, then says, "I don't think I'll be staying here much longer. There's not a stone or a tree in this city that doesn't remind me of him, and that's...not what I need right now. But I'll never be so far you can't call if you need me."

"Neither will I," she promises. "Back to Emon, then?"

"Oh, Emon might be even worse," he says with an artificial lightness in his tone. "I've been thinking about Marquet, actually. I haven't made a proper visit back there in...well. Too long, I think. Maybe it's time for that."

"I know what you mean," Keyleth murmurs, thinking about Zephrah. Not exactly a place to go to get away from memories of Vax, but maybe she doesn't need to do that in the same way Gilmore does. And in any case, it'll be good to go home for a while.

She's abruptly very tired, every emotion she's been dealing with giving way to pure exhaustion. She nestles closer and pulls the blanket up around them again, closing her eyes. "But not yet, right?"

Gilmore settles his arms around her shoulders and drops a soft kiss on the crown of her head. "Not just yet."

Re: Gilmore+Keyleth SPOILERS FOR 115

(Anonymous) - 2017-10-16 07:08 (UTC) - Expand

Like, Scanlan's definitely thought of it, but he won't suggest it because he's trying not to be such a cad to Pike anymore. But Pike's thought of it too. ;)

Taryon must have been awestruck, crying and in love when he found Lawrence again and they rekindled their relationship. Not to mention when Lawrence agreed to be part of his brigade and listened about his adventures and learned how much he'd grown.

Give me beautiful, I-Missed-You-So-Much sex. Passionate can't keep their hands off of each other, kissing until it aches, desperate fucking.

+++ Tary topping or at least switching.

-- Do not want hurting, bathroom stuff

Percy stumbles across Gilmore and Vax together and can't get what he saw out of his mind. I'm open to just about anything with the exception of scat and watersports and would be absolutely delighted if even the slightest bit of a daddy kink wormed its way in.

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.

“Entirely Inappropriate” Vaxmore+Percy 2/3

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“Entirely Inappropriate” Vaxmore+Percy 3/3

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Keyleth isn't ready to date, but has needs. Grog doesn't date, but has needs. They have an arrangement for mutual physical release.

Note: Please no Dom!Grog or Asshole!Grog. If you must have power dynamics, Dom!Keyleth is preferable.

Look, sometimes family is a poly mix of two gnomes and a goliath. Grog lives with them, helped with the wedding, and adores his gnome friends. Would probably worship them.

I'd love to see a mix of the three of them. Learning. Loving. Fucking.

After just watching the first Battle Royale, I had this terrible thought: what if Kash ended up with Craven Edge after the party banished it?

Kash doesn't want another dark master, but Vesh is delighted to see the blade's soul struggle against this hunger and allows her beloved to struggle against it.

Bonus points if he ends up having to deal with more than just Zahra, who's been unable to get it away from Kash, and the party flips out.

Percy is afraid of being locked up and abandoned again, but also fascinated by and drawn to the idea. One day, he works up the nerve to ask one of his friends to shut him in the Greyskull Keep cell and realizes that, with the right treatment, it's actually quite arousing.

They obviously end up with a whole brood of kids, so they have to get there somehow, ha. Might as well have them getting there with enthusiasm. Basically I just really want them both really getting off on the idea of him filling her up until it takes, because if anybody ends up with a breeding kink it's these two.

As a bonus prompt: Vex is the champion of a fertility god. Her and Percy want a big family. Who's to say Pelor won't meddle just a little bit as thanks for her work? :p Basically he triggers a state where all Vex can focus on his having her husband fuck her until she's filled up, and hey, she was already thinking about this before but now she NEEDS his cock. Featuring enthusiastic consent from both Vex and Percy, of course.

It kills that this never got filled

Re: Vex/Percy, Impregnation Kink

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Ok I know it's been prompted and filled before, but there's a lot of good prompts out here that end in "no watersports" which to each their own but 😏

Pretty much anything tbh. Not really into drinking tho

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Percy/Vex, Lingerie

Keyleth/Vax, painplay with Whisper

Keyleth/Any, dragon mates and hoarding

Re: Keyleth/Any, dragon mates and hoarding

Vex/?, Humiliation and Dirty Talk

Taryon/Grog or Taryon/Percy, First Time

Re: Taryon/Grog or Taryon/Percy, First Time

Vex(/Percy), Masturbation

Artagan/Vox Machina, "Well? Show me a good time!"

SPOILERS FOR EP 113 -- Gilmore/any male character

SPOILERS FOR 113- Grog/Arkhan

Perc'ildan, Fluffy Sex Stuff, Percy Bottoms

Vax/vecna. Murder sex

After the Fall of Vecna

white as diamonds, Pike/Scanlan, mature/explicit, spoilers ep 115, goes non-canon after the tavern

Taryon/Gilmore

(spoilers fpr 114????) kashaw, gangbang

Anyone/Anyone, Aftercare or Hurt/Comfort-Whump

Gilmore+Keyleth SPOILERS FOR 115

Re: Gilmore+Keyleth SPOILERS FOR 115

Pike/Scanlan + Scanlan 2, post-finale

Taryon/Lawrence - Thank Gods You're Alive!

Gilmore/Vax + Percy

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

Keyleth/Grog, Rebound

Pike/Scanlan/Grog - Finally

Kash/Vesh/Craven Edge

Percy/anyone from VM, cage/dungeon kink

Vex/Percy, Impregnation Kink

Re: Vex/Percy, Impregnation Kink

Vax/Keyleth, watersports