CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

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Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation

Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.

I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
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"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"

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Comments

Gilmore/Vax, magical problem solving

[(Anonymous)]

What it says on the tin, the Glorious Bastard uses magic to solve a "problem" the nature of such problem is up to you.

(frozen comment) Taliesin/Matt/Marisha; Pegging

[(Anonymous)]

Matt loves it when she takes control of him, but when they both do it's magic.

(frozen comment) Re: Taliesin/Matt/Marisha; Pegging

[criticalkink]

This has been reposted to the new RPF prompt post here and this thread frozen. Apologies for any inconvenience!

Kima/Allura, reunion after Kraghammer

[(Anonymous)]

Allura gives Kima a proper welcome home.

Gilmore/Vax'ildan/Keyleth, Poly Vax

[(Anonymous)]

Vax is in love with two people and they are both in love with him. Lucky for Vax, the two people he cares about don't mind that one bit. Vax'ildan gets the best of both worlds.

This. So much this!

[(Anonymous)]

Currently catching up on past episodes. Hopefully I'll get confident enough in my grasp of the characters to try this. We shall see.

Grog/Kern, past fighting tactics lead to awkward first kisses

[(Anonymous)]

Grog and Kern have each bitten the other's lip off during during their past fights. So when one of them tries to kiss the other, you can't exactly blame the guy for mistaking it for an attack. Where it goes from there is up to the author. As are the rest of the specifics.

a kiss with a fist is better than none, Grog/Kern, PG-13(?)

[(Anonymous)]

Grog and Kern are definitely not friends, but have come to regard each other with the kind of respect that comes with having each respectively beaten the shit out of/had the shit beaten out of them by the other.

Grog's actual friends are being emotionally complicated, which he can't deal with, so when he notices Kern sidling up to the bar he leaves their table as unobtrusively as he can. This is easier than usual because that guy Cashew has half the table riled up and the other half of the table is metaphorically (or literally, in Scanlan's case) eating popcorn.

"Hey," Grog says, dropping a hand on Kern's shoulder.

Kern, to his credit, doesn't either flinch with fear or turn to punch Grog in the stomach, either of which would be a reasonable response. Instead he looks up at Grog, then back at the innkeep, and says, "Better make that two."

They find a quiet corner, meaning one where they only have to shout at a low volume to hear each other, and start talking tactics. Not that either of them gives away their favorite moves, of course; there's always the chance that they'll face each other across a field of combat again someday, instead of across a battered bar table. But it's enough to engage Grog's admittedly limited attention span, and Kern doesn't seem to mind that most of Grog's suggestions are along the lines of "and then hit them again".

Kern slops ale down his front more than once, and catches Grog staring at him the third or fourth time.

"It's not easy to drink like this," he says, jabbing at where his lip isn't. His words come out slurred, but elided smoothly together rather than drink-fuddled, so he's still reasonably easy to understand.

All Grog can really say to this is "Sorry."

It's not like he can stick the lip back on now.

*

An hour and several more drinks later, Kern isn't nearly as easy to understand. He's dribbling more ale than ever, which Grog thinks is a waste. He's still better company than certain other people, at least one of whom is standing on a table spontaneously composing and singing a loud song about tacos and hot dogs. (Hint: it's not Vax, Vex, Percy, Keyleth, Zahra, or Cashew. Although Cashew looks kind of impressed. Vex looks like she's going to stick an arrow in Scanlan's eye and then shoot him at a dragon.)

"It's not right," Kern says.

"What?" Grog thinks he's missed something Kern said, but then realizes that Kern's looking at Scanlan. "Are you mad at Scanlan?"

"I'm mad at people who think people like me are funny."

"Half-orcs?"

"No."

"Fighters?"

"No."

"Guys with bitten-off lips?"

"Grog." Kern stands up, leans over the table, startlingly close. "Just how dense are you?" He snags the very end of Grog's beard, tugs Grog forward and plants his lips--well, lip--on Grog's.

Grog reacts reasonably, which is to say that he punches Kern in the stomach.

*

Ten minutes later, after he's carried Kern out of the tavern and helped him finish throwing up an hour's worth of ale into the gutter, Grog gets an explanation.

"It's not easy to like men," Kern says, leaning back against the tavern wall. "If they find out, most of them want to punch you. At least, when you're in my line of work."

Grog considers this for a moment, long enough for Kern to rinse his mouth with water and spit it out, and then says, "Have you ever considered opening a magic shop?"

Kern looks bemused and opens his mouth to ask a question before closing it again and just shaking his head. "Fighting's my thing," he says, delving into his belt pouch and pulling out a wad of what Grog assumes is tobacco but turns out to be mint leaves. He pinches one off and starts chewing on it. "When you're a fighter, you learn to take punches. When you're a fighter who likes men, you learn to take harder punches."

"But you punch pretty hard yourself," Grog says.

"Why do you think I had to learn?" Kern counters.

Grog feels sorry for him. How sad, to just want love the same as anyone does, but to have to worry about being hit or worse just for mentioning it. He feels bad that he hit Kern himself. He's never minded much who's attracted to who except when the rest of Vox Machina get all emotionally messy about it, like Vax over Gilmore, or Vax over Keyleth, or... it seems to be an awful lot of Vax, really.

He closes the small distance between himself and Kern, touching Kern's cheek lightly so it's not a surprise, and kisses him. It's very strange: the missing lip, the taste and feel of mint, Kern's scruffy stubble. He can feel Kern's teeth much more readily due to the missing lip, and there are the two extra pointy ones, and it's all a bit complicated for him.

When Grog draws back Kern's looking at him hopefully.

"Anything?"

Grog gives the question due consideration, but shakes his head. Kern looks disappointed, but at least he doesn't have the sick look of before, when Grog hit him, before he got the chance to say his side of things.

"Sorry," Grog says, feeling like it's not enough.

"That's fine." Kern stands up. "There's somewhere we can go with people to make us both happy."

"I didn't know whores came in man," Grog says.

Kern just laughs and offers Grog a mint leaf to chew.

Keyleth/Vex; Sex Pollen

[(Anonymous)]

Druid and ranger find an unfamiliar flower that bursts at a touch, showering them with a strange pollen. Hijinks ensue.

Re: Keyleth/Vex; Sex Pollen

[(Anonymous)]

Sex pollen fics hark back to my good ol' days of the Hetalia kinkmeme, when I was first writing fanfiction. Give it a few weeks OP, I promise I'll come to this.

Pike+Vax

[(Anonymous)]

Working my way through the show, one of the most fascinating and interesting things for me so far is the gradual and... shockingly compelling spiritualism of Vax and how it colors his friendship with Pike. In the Briarwood arc, when he reacts to her appearing by (IIRC) kneeling at her feet and taking her hand, resting it against his forehead. Very powerful stuff.

So, yeah, absolutely anything with Pike and Vax (and Sarenrae)?

Re: Pike+Vax, PG, Spoilers for 44

[(Anonymous)]

He’d never fancied himself a believer.

There are too many gods out there and not a single one of them had ever kept him or his sister safe - they’d had to get by with their own bloodied hands, their own dirty feet, the weight they could carry on their back. No god had been there to ward off the stares of their childhood, no god had been there to save their mother, no god had been there to braid his sister’s hair or hold her while she cried or soothe the worried lines on her forehead. He’d had to do that all by himself.

So Vax doesn’t quite know why he feels so wrong, now, staring down at the broken symbol of Sarenrae. There’d been no false faith placed in her. She’d owed him nothing. Still, when a goddess had appeared to barter with him for Vex’s life he’d thought, just for a second, that maybe - .

He thinks she would’ve done it for Pike, if she’d asked, but Pike hadn’t been there. Not that it matters now. Once again it had been on him to drag his sister to safety, and he doesn’t regret trading his own life away for it, no matter how much Keyleth cries or Vex tries to pretend that nothing has changed. Percy knows what it means, to sign a contract with a god, but Percy is the last person he wants to confide in at the moment. Instead he avoids him and watches over his sister at night and keeps quiet, a little separate, a little lonely. He doesn’t want to talk about what happened, wouldn’t know where to start if he tried.

Vax starts aiming his daggers at the ravens that flutter around the castle. It doesn’t help much, and is a cruel sport besides, but it’s all he can think to do.

He’s standing on the barricades of the castle, his breath white and slow in the cold evening air of Whitestone, when he hears the soft footsteps of one of his friends approaching. He knows who it is by the way his shoulders relax instead of tense up, by the way his thumb finds the broken symbol of Sarenrae, and that’s enough to make him turn around instead of fade away into the darkness to continue brooding in peace.

Pike looks angelic in the snow. There are ice crystals clumping in her eyelashes and she’s dressed too lightly for a winter’s night in Whitestone - she’s clearly just arrived from their keep, and she looks as worn as Vax feels, frazzled around the edges and dried blood freckled around her wrists. She smiles at him, exhaustion in the corners of her eyes, and he can’t do anything but drop to his knees in front of her, the impact dulled by his new armor and the snow covering everything like a blanket.

There are a few inches between them still, and Vax realizes he’s afraid to touch her, afraid that she’ll turn into a flurry of snowflakes and disappear with the wind. She’s still not said a word, and he finds himself unable to break the silence - the syllables get stuck in his throat, too rusty from disuse to fall out of his mouth. All he can do is close his eyes when she reaches out to smooth a thumb across his cheekbone. He can feel her gaze on his face, assessing, almost possessive in the way she touches him. Her hand is warm.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” she says suddenly, and the pain in the words hits Vax like a blow to the gut. His face contorts, but her hand stays steady, as does her voice. Pike has never been afraid to say what needed to be said. She stops him from shaking his head, unwilling to let him absolve her of any of the blame for what happened, and instead uses her hand to tuck some of his hair back behind his ear before coming to rest in the nape of his neck as she regards him. He opens his eyes again, has to, and finds himself eye-to-eye with her as she continues speaking. “I’m here now, though. I won’t leave again.”

It’s a lie, but a merciful one, and enough to make the tears well up in Vax’s eyes as he lets himself be pulled closer, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he cries. He hasn’t since her sister opened his eyes again, and it wrecks him in great heaving sobs, his own hands clenched into fists on either side of him. Pike holds him steady, one hand on his neck and the other wrapping around his waist, and he feels like she’s holding his ribs together, like she’s the last tether he has to this world. She feels solid in a way that nothing else has all day.

He thinks he might be talking, just fragments of sentences coughed out into her shoulder. His sister’s name. Keyleth’s. Percy’s, once, like a hot iron tearing through his throat. Pike says nothing, just keeps her hands on him, keeps strong and steady like a shore he’s breaking himself apart on, and when Vax doesn’t think he can cry anymore, when he feels wrung out and empty and better than he has in days, she lets him sit back on his ankles and wipes the last of his tears away with both of her thumbs.

They just look at each other for a breath or two, the wind picking up around them and waving snow into their braids and the cracks in their armors. Then she stretches up, standing on her toes, and Vax bows his head as she presses her lips against his forehead. She’s still, somehow, warm.

“We’ll figure it out,” she says, and it’s not Keyleth crying over him or Vex pretending everything is okay, it’s honest and stubborn and strong, and for the first time all day Vax finds that he can breathe easier. He’s still not a believer, still not willing to put his faith into anything besides the daggers on his hip and the swiftness of his feet, but he can put his trust into Pike.

“Yes,” he says simply, his voice still scratchy after the crying but steady anyways. He glides to his feet in a simple movement, and it’s disconcerting how small Pike looks from up here, but then she smiles up at him and reaches to hold his hand, the one with Sarenrae’s symbol. Vax isn’t entirely sure she doesn’t do it on purpose.

Pike/Kima, A temple isn't just for praying

[(Anonymous)]

pike is one of the characters that never seems to get her smut on, and I think that's just a shame. There's a whole side of her character that is unexplored, and i think it's time to change that.

If you're a holy woman, there's more than one reason to call out to your god(ess).

Re: Pike/Kima, A temple isn't just for praying

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: this has a lot more feelings in it than I originally intended and less smut, huh

Pike didn't often wear her armor in Vasselheim, at least not around her own temple, Sarenrae's temple. She didn't need the gauntlet's of ogre strength in a temple of healing in a city of gods. She tended to feel naked without wearing her maille though, not vulnerable, but alone. Her maille was from her days with Vox Machina. It spoke to her of deep friendship and family not made from blood.

Without it, she felt singular.

It wasn't that there weren't people who cared about her in Vasselheim. Sarenrae was growing in popularity as of late, now that she had been revealed as one of the old gods, they felt like it was more acceptable to worship her than before, and so many people needed healing, but Sarenrae's worshipers were not Pike's friends. Pike was their leader, a stalwart religious pillar, Sarenrae's avenging Angel.

It was dinner time in Vasselheim, so the temple was empty, and Pike found herself the solitary soul in the rebuilt temple. Physically alone, the way she rarely was these days, surrounded by people who wanted to touch the divine. Being alone wasn't peaceful, it worried like a hole in her heart. Pike wondered if she needed a little healing herself.

She wandered towards the front of the temple, where the statue of Sarenrae stood, a serene beacon of hope. She let her steps echo the space. There was no need to try and be stealthy here. Not that it would have worked.

Everything sounded so hollow.

She kneeled before the statue, head bowed, one hand on her amulet, the other hand splayed on the ground before her. The tiniest of supplicants.

"Sarenrae." She breathed. "Sarenrae, you have given me so much. So it feels wrong to ask for one thing more. But I do not feel myself in this place. It is a solitary road being the leader of a revival and I am not a solitary being. I miss my friends. I miss having people around me who aren't surprised when I drink them under the table. I miss playing games with Grog. Please, Sarenrae, I don't want to be alone anymore."

Pike waited. She felt nothing. No divine warmth. No light. No sign that Sarenrae heard her or thought her request important. Perhaps being solitary was her designated cross to bare.

Pike was shaken out of her reverie by the temple doors slamming open.

She was on her feet in an instant, being inside Vasselheim for a few months had not dulled her adventuring instincts.

"Didn't disrupt, did I?" The small figure in the doorway asked gruffly. Pike thought she recognized the voice, but it was hard to see with the glare of the sun behind her.

"No." Pike took a deep breath. "I had just finished up." She brushed non-existent dust off her knees.

"Good." The figure stomped forward, plate armor clacking as they neared. Without the glare behind them, Pike recognized familiar brown skin, with a jagged scar, and wild hair.

Pike let out a shaky, relieved breath, hand back on her amulet. "It is good to see you." She could feel the sting that meant there were tears in her eyes.

"Well, there's no need for that is there?" Kima pulled a blue scarf out of somewhere and passed it to Pike. "I'm no use with tears, so stop it."

"I'm sorry." Pike sniffled. "I was just praying about how alone I felt with out any friends and now here you are. I'm just very happy."

Kima smiled. "Well, I guess then, I'm the answer to your prayers. I came to ask you to keep me from the horror of being alone with the others of my order for dinner. Want to join me for something less stoic?"

Pike laughed. "Of course."

Kima took Pike's hand. "Don't worry we'll have fun tonight." Then she kissed Pike on the cheek and led her out of the temple.

Percy/Vex'ahlia, Percy invents pegging

[(Anonymous)]

Percy invents the first strap on.

Seriously, just imagine it. Percy has spent most of his spare time working on something in his workshop, but when the rest of Vox Machina try to ask about it or offer to assist, he shuts that line of conversation down immediately.

Also, he would have had to figure out a way to ask Vex for the money to purchase the materials without actually saying what he was going to use money for. Whether or not he succeeds in keeping it a secret from her is up to you.

Either way, I want him nervous about how she'll react, only to find out that she is extremely turned on by the idea. They, of course, proceed to put his invention to good use.
For science.

Re: Percy/Vex'ahlia, Percy invents pegging

[(Anonymous)]

Suuuuuuuper late but I absolutely love this prompt

Percy/Vex'ahlia, if my pet doesn't like you you're out

[(Anonymous)]

Percy bonding with Trinket in some way/doing his best to get on Trinket's good side. Gotta win the bear over if you want to date his Vex, after all. Treats? Tinkering improvements to Trinket's armor?

Vex/Vax, 5 Times Fic

[(Anonymous)]

Vax seemed vehemently against riding behind Vex on her broom. Based in this I'd like 5 times Vax had an 'involuntary physiological response' (boner) when in close proximity to Vex. The more awkward the better!

Vax/the Briarwoods, potential bloodplay, dubcon

[(Anonymous)]

The Briarwoods decide to have some fun with Vax after he breaks into their room, Vax goes along with it in hopes of getting a chance to escape (and also because they both really are very attractive). Lord Briarwood indulging in a drink without killing Vax isn't required but would be greatly appreciated.

[FILL] serve you well

[(Anonymous)]

So: "Anything you want," Vax says, and means it with all the fervency of someone with nothing left to barter. "Whatever you want," he adds, and means that as well, and knows it. For nobles, they're very attractive; Lord Briarwood carries himself lightly, but with gravitas, and Lady Briarwood is very poised. She has about her a certain air of determination, of the willingness to do whatever it takes to achieve her ends, and she stands up very straight and looks very amused.

In the darkness, Vax realizes that he has lost track of Lord Briarwood, and becomes suddenly aware of himself and his disadvantages. Slouched posture, poor footing, and of course Lady Briarwood is still holding him in place: he meets her eyes, and she shakes her head. "Don't bother," she says. "And, please, do call me Delilah. You are a guest, after all." There is a very quiet sound — like the shift of floorboards, and the drag of heavy cloth — but Vax can't quite place it until he thinks: somebody is behind him. After that, it's all too easy. The hem of a traveling cloak, and the tread of someone who moves with a preternatural grace; Lord Briarwood doesn't so much as lay a hand on Vax, and does not, in fact, touch him at all.

It isn't necessary. Vax goes absolutely still, and doesn't even have to think about it: he simply freezes instinctively, as if he'll be able to fade into the shadows if he just doesn't move. The reflex is one acquired over long years, and a habit of which he's never been inclined to break himself. Between rooftops and cobbled alleys and everything in between, at the footsteps of a guard or an unexpected movement or a shout in the distance, stillness has saved Vax's life more often than not. Faintly, as if even the thought might give him away, Vax thinks that he isn't even trying to steal anything this time. He'll be happy if he only gets himself out of the deal.

"Oh, you needn't worry about that," Lady Briarwood — Delilah — says, and steps forward. For a moment, Vax isn't sure whether she is referring to him as the subject or the object of the sentence, and catches his breath just in case. "Both of you," she adds, and he exhales. Behind him, Lord Briarwood leans forward and, very precisely, lays his hand on Vax's throat over the pulse there. If Vax was not already holding himself so still, the touch would be more than enough to freeze him on its own; Lord Briarwood is very solid, and very certain, of himself and of his grip and of the fact that Vax won't fight. Delilah frowns. "Sylas?"

Very slowly, he removes his hand from Vax's throat, and leaves him unmoored once again. "I can wait," he says, as if it costs him an effort.

"Thank you," Delilah says, and steps closer, smoothing her hands down Vax's shoulders and then back up to the clasp of his cloak. She toys with it for a moment, fingers almost translucent next to the dark iron, and then slips it open with a deftness bordering on sleight of hand. "That's better," she says, voice still soft, and Sylas lifts Vax's cloak from his shoulders and lays it aside. If not for the hold that Delilah still maintains, Vax would shift, and recenter himself; as it is, he is left off-balance, curiously light and unable to shake the feeling that he is more vulnerable now. He is much more aware, certainly, of the way that Sylas has flanked him, and is staying just out of sight.

Vax stands like that — braced for a blow; or, worse, a gentle touch — for a long minute, and then there are hands on his shoulders, gathering his hair and pulling it back. "Oh, if you must," Delilah sighs, and steps back. "Perhaps he'll be more tractable afterwards." She hums under her breath, and leans against the table, and crosses her arms. "Try not to make a mess, darling."

Vax flinches at that — darling — because that's Vex's word, it's hers; it doesn't belong here, and neither does she. When Vex says darling, she does it as easy as winking. Delilah says it to Sylas, and it sounds like nothing at all, and because of that Vax can't help but hear it as a declaration of war. To be that casual, that cursory with affections, Vax thinks that they must run deep, and he can't help but think of the undertow. Try not to make a mess: beyond that he doesn't think much of it, because he is doing his best to not think at all.

He goes easily and wholly when Sylas tugs him backwards, as a result, pulled entirely off-balance, and staggers. In that moment of uncertainty, falling out of Delilah's hold, Sylas pulls him upright, and Vax thinks: oh.

The pain takes a moment to register, because it feels so wrong. Vax has taken bad falls, and been sliced open with everything from his own daggers to broken glass, and suffered more kinds of magical damage than he cares to think about. Whatever Sylas is doing is worse, because it's new — as if Vax is being drawn thin, and pulled to nothing — and he feels feverish and cold at once. He staggers again, and Sylas catches him as if he weighs nothing at all, and there is warmth at Vax's throat. He presses unsteady fingers to it where it has run down along his collarbone, seeping under the edge of his armor and soaking into fabric, and in the dim moonlight his hand comes away sticky and stained black. "You," Vax starts. "You—" and then he wrenches himself away as best he can, although his knees give out halfway through and he falls.

"Be careful," Sylas says, and wipes at his mouth, smearing dark across the back of his hand and down along his wrist. "It would be a shame if you hurt yourself."

Sylas' voice is cultured, and his pronunciation refined; Vax recognizes the intonation and the structure of it from his time in Syngorn, and the little he and Vax had picked up from diplomacy before they had opted for a variety of their own. Where Vax has done his best to adulterate it, muddying the tonalities and drawing out the consonants, Sylas and Delilah speak as if it has never occurred to them to do anything else.

Looking up at Sylas in the moonlight, even as his vision blurs in and out of focus, Vax thinks that there's something of the noble beast to him, some strange decorum to his monstrousness. "Come here," Delilah says, and helps him to his feet, and then helps him to the bed. "Shall we? Much better," she adds, looking over her shoulder at Sylas, and he inclines her head. "Certainly more biddable, and it suits him so well." She fits her fingertips into the prints smeared onto his skin, and traces back up along his throat to where he still aches, the deep soreness of a bad bruise, and worries at it until the pain is sharp and new again. Her fingertips come away shining, and Delilah considers them for a moment before tilting her head. "Here," she says, holding her hand out flat as she might to a spooked animal, and waits until Vax, confused, leans forward. She nods in approval, and tips his head up with her other hand until he understands, and lets her press at the corner of his mouth.

With her free hand, she works at the buckles of his armor, and lays him bare a piece at a time. Vax drowns in the taste of his own blood, thick and salt and base, and somehow better for it; he's no stranger to a mouthful of blood, but there's something profane about the taste of it on her fingers. By the time he gasps his way clear, she has him stripped to his tunic, and Sylas is standing at her back. "Shall we?"

"I think so," Delilah says, and steps aside. Vax thinks about the way that Sylas had held him in place, effortless, and the weight of his hands, and the speed and surety with which he had moved. The same instinct that had frozen him in place makes him want to lean back and bare his throat, now; instead, Vax leans forward, because he's never been able to resist a challenge.

Sylas doesn't take him up on it immediately. Instead, he turns to Delilah, and lays a hand on her cheek; Vax thinks, again, about declarations of war, and wants to look away. Instead, he watches as they kiss: the smooth curve of Delilah's back, and the way that Sylas sways forward; the faint marks that she leaves on his throat where she holds him, and the way that her mouth is smeared dark as well when they finally break apart. Silas unfastens her dress, loosening the laces that keep it tied from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, and even in the moonlight Vax can see the faint scars across her throat and shoulders. He presses his fingers to the side of his own neck, and doesn't realize that he's doing it until he realizes that Sylas is watching him.

Vax pulls his hand away, then, but Sylas catches him by the wrist before he can do anything more, and bends to lick the blood from Vax's fingers. "If you don't mind," he says, and turns away to push Delilah's dress from her shoulders, following the line of her shoulders to settle his hands on her hips. He rests his chin on her shoulder, and turns his face into her throat. "Your turn."

"Are you quite sure you're done?" Delilah turns halfway to lay her hand on his cheek. "I'm sure he isn't."

"He can wait," Sylas rumbles, and Delilah half-smiles. It makes her look unbearably fond. "I can't, and neither should you."

Delilah turns. "All right," she says, and steps backward, leading him by touch. She sits at the very edge of the bed, and stops Sylas with a hand on his chest. "You," she says to Vax. Her voice is — lilting, perhaps, that same light touch that makes it — so difficult to refuse. Another sort of hold, perhaps: "Your turn," she repeats, and Vax pushes himself to his feet unsteadily. He stands behind Sylas and takes his traveling cloak, yards of fine embroidered cloth, and undresses him with care. When he has nothing left to take, Vax stands still, and watches as Delilah pulls Sylas down to meet her; he snaps at her throat, playfully, and she swats at his shoulder.

Neither of them do anything as indecorous as laughing, but Vax hears it anyway. In the way that Delilah's hair comes loose across her shoulders, pins scattered on the sheets; in the way that Sylas is unafraid to be — almost — feral, in that same half-playful manner; in the practiced way that they fit together, Vax can see it, and then Sylas turns to him. "Come here," he says, voice rough and low and still just as rich, and Vax does. He crawls onto the bed, ungainly with pain and awkwardness, and Delilah holds out her hand.

For a moment, Vax isn't sure whether to kiss it or take it, and then Sylas snarls with impatience and yanks him forwards anyway. He falls awkwardly, and half-sprawled across Delilah, and then she does laugh aloud. "Darling," she says, and it doesn't sound right when she says it to him, but it isn't as bad as when she says it to Sylas. "Aren't you appealing." She moves to capture him, sliding one leg up to hook around the back of his knee, and Vax tries to hold himself up and fails. "No, no," Delilah says, and tangles her hand in his hair, strokes over the nape of his neck and the sensitive spot at the hinge of his jaw and just behind his ear. "Darling?"

"Of course," Sylas says, and slides one hand down Vax's side; he follows the curve of Vax's hip, and Vax gasps and jerks forward. "There," Sylas says, taking him in hand, and he has calluses — calluses, and big strong hands, and Vax can smell the blood on him still — and Vax feels lightheaded with neediness. He tries to hide his face, turning away and looking down, and Delilah catches him by the chin and makes him look.

"All right," she says, and Vax nods, even as he struggles to catch his breath. Sylas presses with his thumb on the upstroke and Vax loses his focus again, vision going briefly dark. "Don't break him," Delilah adds, and Vax realizes that she isn't talking to him, but rather to Sylas, over his shoulder. "He's far too fine for that." She tugs Vax forward, hands on his hips, and Sylas guides him until he's pressed flush, skin to skin and fever-hot with the effort of keeping still.

Vax has always loved heights: the clarity that distance brings, and the possibility of flight, and the long, swooping inevitability of the fall. He turns his face into Delilah's shoulder, among the pinprick scars, and feels as if he is just losing his balance, caught in that first awful endless moment of weightlessness. She sets the pace — like gravity, irresistible and bound to be deadly — and Sylas holds Vax, right on that edge, slows him down and never lets him forget how close he is to falling.

Very close, as it turns out: Vax loses his grasp on sense, soon enough, and can no longer tell if he's afraid or transfixed; he gasps into the side of Delilah's throat, open-mouthed. She strokes his back, and murmurs something into his hair. It might be another casting, or it might just be the sort of endearments that Vax finds even harder to shake, in the right tone of voice, with the right tenderness. Either way, he feels as if she has closed her hand around his heart, through his ribs, and won't let up until he breaks; he closes his eyes, and she lets him, and comes with a sob.

Hands on his hips, and his shoulders, and in his hair: anything they want, he had said, and hadn't thought about himself as anything but impersonal barter. Vax doesn't have an easy time with impersonal; he never has. He enjoys giving himself away, because in the end he always manages to slip free, and steal himself back.

Now, though, Sylas catches him before he slumps, and pulls him upright. "My turn," he says, and bends to Vax's throat, where the blood has clotted unevenly. This time he breaks the skin a bare half-inch off, so that it aches just as badly, but stings with newness. Delilah sits up, her eyes bright even in the moonlight, and leans in to watch, and there it is: nothing to do now but wait, as the darkness rushes in, and fall.

A while later — it could be an hour, or it could be longer; the moonlight seems brighter now — Vax pushes himself up to his elbow. The covers fall away, and he presses idly at the marks bitten into his chest. There are a lot of them; the sheets are stained dark. "If that's all," he says. The words feel slow and heavy, and difficult to get out. "Will there be anything else?"

"Oh, darling," Delilah says, and it doesn't sound quite so wrong anymore. "You don't think we're going to let you get away, do you?" Sylas laughs, drowsily, and turns to watch. "No," she says, "we're keeping you, I think," and she doesn't have to hold him this time, either. Vax doesn't stand, and doesn't go; instead, he holds himself very still, and means it.

Gilmore/Vax punishment

[(Anonymous)]

Vax is tired of the way Gilmore calmly accepts the things he confides in him. He wants to be punished for the things he does wrong, the way he treats people. When he confides this in Gilmore he sees a whole new side of Shawn that he's never seen before. Featuring Dom!Gilmore and Sub!Vax

Bonus points if you can work some caregiver/little in there without using the word daddy, also bonus points for spankings and choking on cock

Re: Gilmore/Vax punishment

[(Anonymous)]

can't confirm a fill but i literally have not stopped thinking abt this prompt all week so...let's see how it goes

Orthax/Percy, dark dreams

[(Anonymous)]

*crawls into this fandom 20 minutes late with trashy ideas*

So I'm up to episode 35. Percy's been having dreams for years, huh? Thinking they were just creepy dreams? Not realizing it was a demon in his head?

How about some sexual elements to those dreams? (Which, naturally, would make Percy less likely to discuss them with anyone. So it has like, a reason behind the porn.)
For example, smoke tendrils being used in interesting ways, breathplay, Percy waking up hard, Percy waking up sore, Percy waking up sticky, Percy waking up with weird scratches or bruises on his body, Percy waking up with sleep paralysis and starting to hallucinate ... there's a lot of ways to go with this.

Re: Orthax/Percy, dark dreams

[(Anonymous)]

HELLO YES i am very interested in possibly filling this- what specific kinks and squicks do you have? because i have some Ideas but i don't want to end up writing something you're not into lol

Vax/Gilmore, daddy kink, ageplay

[(Anonymous)]

*sweats*

this has some surface similarities to another prompt above but at its core it's different enough i figured i would make my own request.

SO, UM. Vax has some serious daddy issues. Gilmore has noticed. he makes the careful suggestion that maybe Vax find out what it's like to have a good dad who dotes on him and looks after him- a role Gilmore is more than willing to play.

can be entirely nonsexual!! i'm mostly hoping for some fluffy sweetness where Gilmore lets Vax be little and spoils him with stuffed toys and snuggles. just some cuteness.

(ummm big time bonus for thumbsucking and diapers...i'll go back to my awful garbage hole now)

Re: Vax/Gilmore, daddy kink, ageplay

[(Anonymous)]

*jumps on this prompt*

Ok I'm super busy right now but I have started writing this. I don't know when it'll be done, if someone else is inspired please do fill this, I'll finish mine eventually.

(Dude, relax, it's totally ok. Not my kink but I have a friend who writes a LOT of this, I have done research. You don't belong in a garbage hole. Not sure I can do all the bonuses but I will try my best.)

Tarvis/Vax'ildan, Clasp era

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so let me say first that I haven't quite finished The Screw Job yet and I'm not sure if Tarvis would've been in the Clasp at the same time Vax was involved with them and tbh I'm not 100% on, like, Vax's history with them?

But Tarvis just gets me and I think he would have a really weird, interesting, hot dynamic with Vax.

Give me hate sex with Vax shoved into the wall, give me hollow, indifferent attempts at finding affection, give me surprisingly tender fucking, whatever sounds good to you, as long as it's complex and dark and smart and sad.

"Trouble", Tarvis/Vax'ildan, NC-17, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, with all honesty I ended up writing this myself, because I just couldn't get it off my mind. So I'm posting it here in case anyone else was interested in this sad garbage ship.


TRIGGER WARNING: dubious consent, unhealthy power dynamics and rough sex with ill-advised technique. This is not a happy fic.


On AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9324203


"You know what you are?" Tarvis says very calmly. Vax can feel the heat of the half-orc's breath on his face, a contrast to the cold brick pressing into his back. "Fucking trouble." A lean, strong arm is stretched to Vax's left, hand leaning on the wall as Tarvis crowds into Vax's space. The glint of mistrust in his eye is unmistakable as the daggers tucked into his belt. And, as Vax is wont to do when he's cornered and uncertain and deep-down kind of panicking, he leans up and kisses him.

He expects Tarvis to recoil, to hiss - honestly, he's kind of hoping such a stupid move will just scare the guy right off - but he isn't expecting the half-orc to growl a little under his breath and lean hard into the kiss. He's not expecting Tarvis to close a hand around the front of Vax's cloak and haul him closer. And he's really not expecting to feel himself instantly harden against the thigh pressed between his legs.

Tarvis' tongue curls wicked into Vax's mouth, pointed teeth scraping against his lips. He kisses dirty and raw and just a little bit needy, although Vax would never say it aloud. He kisses like he doesn't get kissed much, like he doesn't quite know what to do with it. Like he misses it. Vax runs a gentle finger along Tarvis' cheek, and now he really does recoil, snatching Vax's wrist.

"I know what you're trying to do," Tarvis says. His face oscillates between hard and soft, angry and vulnerable. It settles, finally, on angry before it zooms out of view, Tarvis arching to speak into Vax's ear. "It won't work. But I can't say I won't let you try." His teeth catch on Vax's neck and carefully - it must be carefully, otherwise he'd be breaking skin with those canines - sucks a bruise into his skin. The message is clear: it's a claim, a brand as indelible as the fresh, sore ink on Vax's back. Vax arches, shudders, rocks his hips against the half-orc's thigh.

"I'm not... trying to do anything," Vax says. He's lying.

"You're lying." Tarvis moves back, stares into Vax's face. He brackets Vax's chin with a broad, rough hand. "But you do it so pretty. I can see why you get away with everything." He lets go, takes a step back. Vax should feel relieved by the layer of air between them, but he just feels a lack. "Show me what else you can do," the half-orc orders. His orders come out smooth, natural - it's impressive, really, and maybe that's why Vax drops to his knees and goes for the laces on Tarvis' breeches.

Tarvis steps forward into Vax's space again, close enough that Vax's face is right before the heat of his groin. Even under stiff leather Vax can see he's hard, can feel it under nimble fingers that pull laces out of eyes.

"If you're going to be sloppy about it, you're relacing them," Tarvis says, voice cold. He's impassive despite the erection, face betraying no interest in the situation. His expression's been retrained in the past minute, controlled, like the half-orc always is. That control - Vax would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.

Petulantly Vax tugs the laces all the way out, drops them on the ground. He spreads the placket of Tarvis' breeches, lets his cock pop out of the opening. It's thick and veined, but velvety as Vax strokes his fingers up its considerable length. Normally he'd play the tease, but he's pretty sure this guy will kill him if he tries that shit, so he parts his lips and presses them to the tip and swipes his tongue across. Tarvis does an exemplary job of pretending not to care - Vax might as well be licking his elbow.

Vax presses his mouth along the shaft, drags his lips and tongue up it messily. Saliva already gathers at the corner of his mouth as he gives the same treatment to the head, sucking it between his lips and running his tongue across. His hand moves up the shaft and turns, spreading spit slick across the skin; when he gets to the top, he pulls his lips away, curls a fist around the head and then moves back down, a smoother glide now with wetness under his palm.

"You're going to want to get it nice and wet," Tarvis informs Vax, just a hint of breathlessness betraying his composure. "That's gonna be your lube." Vax's cock gives another twitch at that, much as he tries not to be affected.

This is fucking stupid, he thinks, one of the stupidest things he's done, and the 'why' of it is still uncertain. He can't expect a man like this to crumble under the temptation of sexual favors - he'll take what he wants, and Vax will get nothing out of it. Not nothing, a voice says, and he presses it back. This is a gamble, a hope at an exchange. Sex for trust, or at least a less watchful eye. That's all.

Vax purses his lips, lets some spit gather in his mouth, then reaches out with a wet tongue to curl over the head of Tarvis' cock. He closes his hand around the shaft of the cock before him, pumps a bit with the first couple experimental bobs of his head. It's a big cock, harder to get his mouth around than the others he's sucked, but something about having to pry his jaw open that far turns him on. And soon that same girth is going to be stretching him open - he moans at that thought, eyes fluttering closed. His free hand falls into his lap, rubbing slowly, hopefully undetectably against his own cock.

"That's right," Tarvis says softly. "Just like that." Vax sucks and licks, eyes closed, until he hears a soft whimper fall out of Tarvis' lips. The vulnerability of the sound surprises him, and his eyes pop open, looking up into Tarvis' face which, in the split second he catches him unaware, looks almost tender, a surrender to pleasure, but which immediately changes to the stern coldness he keeps up. A hand clenches tight into Vax's hair; he can't help but moan again at that.

Tarvis doesn't say a word, just tugs with his fingers, pulls Vax's head back and then forward again. At first Vax keeps his fist around the base of the shaft to keep things somewhat under control, so the cock in his mouth can only press in so far. He keeps his lips wrapped tight around his teeth and just takes until the forced in and out feel easy. It's then that he drops his other hand to Tarvis' hip and, on the next press of the half-orc's hand, takes his cock all the way down to the base.

Vax trained away his gag reflex long ago, but reflex or no, it's a big cock that wants, by virtue of its size, to block his throat, to choke him, and he would come up coughing from that first thrust if his mouth weren't still full of it even on the outstroke, the grip of the hand in his hair keeping him from pulling off. And then the head is down his throat again, and again, and the world has narrowed down to the dense flesh inside his mouth - the salty, earthy taste of it, the slick of his lips spreading coat after coat of spit across the skin - and the hand at the back of his head.

Tarvis' pace is punishing, unforgiving. Vax should be disgusted by the sounds his mouth and throat are making - wet, slurping gulps - but his cock twitches against the confines of his breeches all the same. His eyes stare up at Tarvis, who refuses to meet them. The half-orc's sharp teeth dig into his own lip.

Just when Vax thinks he can't take any more without gagging, Tarvis pulls out abruptly, leaving Vax panting hard, his lips cracked and covered in trails of spit. He doesn't have long to catch his breath before there are thick hands hauling him up. In a second he's turned and shoved up against the brick in front of him, bracing himself with forearms against the wall.

Tarvis' breath is hot against Vax's neck as he leans forward to reach around and loosen his breeches just enough to tug them down over his ass. Vax shivers as cold air hits his flesh, then again as the half-orc grips his ass and spreads. He widens his stance, angles his hips back just a little - not a blatant invitation, but far from resistance.

Long fingers press into Vax's mouth, dragging over his tongue. He sucks on them obediently, closes his lips around the tips as they pull out. And then those same fingers press at his entrance, and Vax bites the side of his cheek to keep from moaning as they slide in. The prep is perfunctory, a couple stretching thrusts before the fingers are gone again and something larger presses against him.

Vax breathes in, breathes out. Focuses on loosening his muscles, inviting the pressure instead of fighting it. It still hurts as Tarvis eases his cock inside. But it's a manageable pain, something that will pass. He shifts his feet yet further apart.

If the half-orc's cock felt big in Vax's mouth, it feels impossibly enormous in his ass. The guy's reasonable enough to take it slow, inch by inch, but it's still a lot to take, bigger than anything he's had before. As he finally, finally hits bottom, Tarvis' hips pressed to Vax's ass, Vax can't help but let out a long, guttural groan.

"Shut up," Tarvis hisses. He pulls back nice and slow again, presses in again, and now that he's taken it once, Vax can concentrate on how good the stretch is, how full he feels. A soft whimper escapes his mouth - Tarvis clamps a hand over it as he gives another careful thrust. Vax bites at the base of his middle finger, but the hand holds tight, and so do Vax's teeth. They dig in a little more as the half-orc's cock retreats and fills him again.

Vax gasps sharply as the next thrust comes harder, faster than the ones before. Tarvis' pace speeds with each roll of his hips, sending pleasure shooting up through Vax's body. Vax moans muffled against the half-orc's palm and rocks back into it, trying to get each stroke in as deep as possible. The slaps of their skin are loud, lewd in this tunnel, far louder than the quiet grunts Tarvis is clearly trying to grit back.

The half-orc clasps both hands to Vax's hips, pulling him back onto his cock. The angle shifts, Tarvis' cock brushing against just the right spot inside Vax with every thrust, and Vax moans loud this time, his unstifled voice echoing against brick. Tarvis is moving even faster now, pumping into him with a fierce abandon that has Vax crying out in overwhelming pleasure. The corners of his eyes are tearing up, his forearms burning from friction where they brace his body against the wall.

"You dirty fuck," Tarvis grits out, and his hand reaches up again to lay along the line of Vax's throat, his thumb pressing up against Vax's jaw. There's not much pressure, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make Vax feel very much at the half-orc's mercy. Somehow it just brings him closer to the edge. "You like this. Like getting fucked like this. Don't you?" Vax nods, lets out a nonsensical whimper in response. "You gonna come just from my cock in your ass?" Vax nods again. Gods, he's close - he can feel the sensations just about to send him over.

"Too fucking bad," Tarvis hisses just before he slides quickly all the way in and stops, his body going tense against Vax's. Vax can feel him come, feel him pour into him, spurt after hot spurt deep inside him. It's stone quiet while Vax waits for the half-orc to finish, waits to find out what will happen next.

After a few long moments Tarvis shudders, sags against Vax for a second, then steps back, pulling out of Vax fast and leaving him empty. He brushes a hand down Vax's back, right where his still-raw tattoo is.

And then, without a word, leaving Vax alone with his cock still hard and a trickle of semen beginning to run down his thigh, Tarvis walks away.

Grog/Vax, totally casual

[(Anonymous)]

The whole "C'mon Grog, I'm tense" back in Syngorn and "You don't wanna fuck with this... maybe just a little bit" in E72 and just the whole Grog and Vax dynamic makes me really need fic about them having a really casual hook-up thing, like sometimes Vax just really needs a good hard fuck (or the reverse, who knows) and maybe they cuddle a little because Grog does need affection sometimes but they'd never tell.

Re: Grog/Vax, totally casual

[(Anonymous)]

+100000

Percy/Vex, gentle domme

[(Anonymous)]

There are a couple fics out there with Vex gently domming Percy and they're great but there could always be more haha. Something where Vex convinces him to unwind and let her be in charge of what he needs. Collars are always good!

I'm a big fan of feeding and pet play, if those interest any potential fillers lol

Ep 74 spoilers!

[(Anonymous)]

SO many collars.

Maybe Kiki gets the master ring handed off to her and truly awkward toppiness ensues? Maybe Percy gets ideas and makes them all (Polymachina) collars and cuffs?

minor ep 74 spoilers

[(Anonymous)]

Why did Percy get such a kick out of calling Vex "sister" when they were all Seeming-ed up to look alike?

Because he's a dirty little fuck, of course. I'd love to any version of Percy thinking two is better than one, whether it's him and both the twins, him fantasising about the twins with each other, him convincing Vex to go for it while he still looks like Vax, or whatever else you can come up with.

Re: minor ep 74 spoilers

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not up to date but I need this like burning.

Sexy Cenokier

[(Anonymous)]

I am 100% sure I'm spelling that name wrong, but I need this like last week. No other preference, just this delicious firr genasi involved in something sexy.

Re: Sexy Cenokier

[(Anonymous)]

Totally down for writing some of this. Because I'm a kinky fuck and Cenokier is basically my dom goals incarnate.

Any shipping preferences?

Percy/Vox Machina, consensual gangbang

[(Anonymous)]

Percy fantasizing about the entire team gangbanging him while he cries and begs for more.

Somehow, maybe a spell, maybe alcohol, maybe a mindreading villain who wants to humiliate Percy, the secret gets out. Percy is utterly mortified and can't look anyone in the eye.

The team, it turns out, is down for this. (Yes even Pike, PLEASE let Pike get in on this.) So long as there's some parameters in place, like a word Percy can say to stop it, and a hand signal he can tap out if he isn't able to speak, they're willing to give it a go.

Bonus points for Percy being blindfolded and on the point of panic several times, and the team dirtytalking to him the whole time to reassure him that it's just them, nobody else, and they love him.

Re: Percy/Vox Machina, consensual gangbang

[(Anonymous)]

Holy shit, I would read the hell out of this. I wish was fluent enough in English to write this well!

Pike/Percy, fluff to smut

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like something that starts off cute. Maybe Pike's a little tipsy and Percy takes it upon himself to get her safely to her room. Then of course she needs help getting her armor off. Then things heat up.

(I'm sorry, I know this sounds like I have something super specific in mind, but anything for the pairing would make me so happy.)

Re: Pike/Percy, fluff to smut

[(Anonymous)]

Working on this!

Vax/Keyleth, watersports

[(Anonymous)]

don't look at me like that

Keyleth is pretty relaxed about peeing outdoors, being a druid. Vax, even after all these years of traveling, kind of hates it. One day Vax encounters Keyleth not far from camp, taking a piss, and he's...aroused by it? It takes him a long time to ask Keyleth to piss on him, but she's happy to comply, and they both end up liking it a LOT.

(woooo super specific prompt. u don't have to follow this exact formula lmao, it's just a thought. i would very much prefer no piss-drinking but if you wanna fill it then you do you)

Waterfalls (1/?), Vax/Keyleth

[(Anonymous)]

(fills own prompt bc life's too short)

It's hard to be shy about peeing when you can turn into a wild animal whenever you want. Like, sure, Keyleth does have some sense of propriety, she doesn't do it in front of the others, but it doesn't bother her the way it apparently bothers them.

Percy is particularly mortified whenever she accidentally comes across him while they're camped out. "It's not a big deal," she says, hands on her hips, while Percy frantically stuffs himself back into his trousers. "Everybody does it! Am I supposed to be scared of your penis?"

Percy, who is bright red, just says, "It's the principle of the thing, dear," and refuses to talk about it any further. It's so frustrating- how do any of them expect her to get better at talking to people if they won't explain when she does something weird?

Vax is probably the worst about it, though, if only because they've been, well. (Okay, she recognizes that it's hypocritical for her to get annoyed with her friends for being weird about pee when she can barely talk about sex, but still.) Vax has always been shy about pee, though; every trek they've ever been on, Keyleth remembers him going as far away from camp as possible just to take a piss. Vex isn't so sensitive about it, but Vax is. It's not a nudity thing, he doesn't seem to have an issue bathing in front of the other boys, but urine is, apparently, out of the question.

It comes to a head one evening after an especially tiring day. Scanlan has magically exhausted himself too much to summon the mansion, so Vox Machina has to actually make camp for the first time in a long while. It's fine, really- the weather is warm but not sticky, and the area is clear enough they'll be able to see the stars.

Keyleth feels a pressure in her bladder, so once camp is mostly set up, she ducks not too far away to relieve herself. She slips her underwear off, squats, and hikes her skirt up to pee.

It feels good, and she lets out a quiet, pleased sigh. This is apparently unexpected, as she hears a small choked noise from nearby immediately after.

She looks up too quickly for Vax to hide. "Oh, Vax," she says. "Gimme one sec, okay?" She finishes up and stands to see him staring, red-faced and frozen. "What? What's wrong?"

Vax is silent for a moment, then shakes his head rapidly. "Nothing- nothing's wrong, it's fine, I was- getting firewood when I accidentally, you know-"

Keyleth's eyes flick down briefly and she goes just as red as Vax when she notices that he's hard. "Uh-huh?"

Vax seems to realize that she's noticed, and he puts his face in his hands and makes a frustrated noise. "I wasn't spying on you," he says. "It really was an accident, I wasn't trying to be a creep. I should've left when I saw what you were doing but I- fucking hell."

"Um," Keyleth says. "I feel like maybe this is one of those sex things that everyone else gets but I don't."

Vax turns a deeper crimson, if that's even possible, but he nods mutely.

"You...think me peeing is, um, sexy?"

"It's a whole thing," Vax says, very rushed. "It's something I like but it's not a big deal, I've never actually told anyone because it's weird, I know, and we can pretend this never happened-"

"I mean," Keyleth interrupts, "it's not bad."

Vax stares at her like she just declared that the sky was green.

Keyleth has never been the confident one when they talk about sex. It sort of gives her the boost she needs to push forward and say, "It's fine if you ever want to do something. Involving, uh, pee."

Vax doesn't say anything and Keyleth begins to worry she messed this whole thing up, but then he steps forward, kisses her softly, and says, "That is a very sweet thing that you just said and I appreciate it but I am still very much on edge right now so I am going to go hide for a little while." Great black wings pop out of his back, and he says, "Love you, though," before he takes off.

Boys are so weird.

Percy/Ripley, anyone??

[(Anonymous)]

I will love you forever if you write this, seriously, it's my guiltiest guilty pleasure ship. If you could include femdom, humiliation, TORTURE, sensory deprivation, FACESITTING, body worship and orgasm denial that would be... Well that'd be just swell. Maybe some Percy being desperate for Ripley to praise him as well?

Re: Percy/Ripley, anyone??

[(Anonymous)]

YESSSS I would read the fuck out of this.