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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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.....thank u for reading my mind on this, anon

Yah this needs to happen. Pls author annons!

Eek. This was so cute ^-^

This is so soft and nice. My current state of almost having a headache makes me doubly appreciative :)

Um. Yes. This was good.

So, J'mon Sa Ord is totally Matt's teenage OC, right? Who's a massive nerd and lives at the top of a cool castle and owns a killer robot and is all mysterious and powerful and secretly a dragon and also lonely?

Someone, or several someones, getting Matt to open up about this and ease into roleplaying a dragon in the bedroom for some fun games. Where it goes from there is up to you, anons.

Ooooooh. Iiiiintresting. I'd love to read this!

So, Taliesin confirmed on TWC that he is in fact bi. I honestly don't know what I want but I firmly believe there should be a fic.

It could be fluff with everyone telling him how proud they are. Or it could be smutty with everyone (or just someone) telling him how proud they are.

You beat me to it! Please someone write this! Heck, someone write anything , its been a spell since we've had a fill.

That's it, that's the prompt. Either the CR character of your choice ends up on earth or the CR cast member ends up in Exandria, and then sex occurs. I just want this because it would be 100% ridiculous and absurd and it would please my crackshipping tendencies.

Preferably M/M, but I'll take anything, to be honest. Anything goes as long as it's NOT noncon, master/slave, or daddy kink.

Some ship ideas:
Gilmore/Matt
Actually just any guy/Gilmore, to be honest
Grog/Travis lmao
Liam/Percy
Literally... anything.

I've been meaning to get this finished, choking is 100% my thing! <3
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“Take good care of him, okay?” Marisha had insisted at the gate, a world of implications between them. The collars were safely put away at the house, Matt’s thick leather strap encircling Taliesin’s narrow band of a kitten collar on the nightstand, but there was still no doubt who led their relationship.

“Of course,” Taliesin had answered with a glib; “I'll be sure to administer spankings as appropriate.”

Marisha had rolled her eyes and kissed them both, letting them off the hook for three days until she could join them at the hotel.

Ten hours later Matt is already flushed head to toe and stripped naked, ankles and wrists bound with thick velcro straps that press leather wristbands into their wear marks. He's delightfully helpless to do more than roll side to side, which he has no intent on doing.

“Good boy…” Taliesin coos, the side of the bed shifting as he stokes Matt’s hard cock slowly from base to tip. He nuzzles tenderly against Matt’s cheek and whispers; “You’re close, aren't you? Already nice and wet,” his fingers slide across the darkened tip, drawing beads of wetness over the crown of Matt’s cock before stroking back to the base, “and I'm not even fucking you.”

Matt whimpers low and loud, waves of desire pulsing through him as he shudders hard. He can try to hold back, but the unspoken ‘yet’ in Taliesin’s voice is maddening. “Please.” He whimpers, his voice soft and small in the quiet hotel room. “C-can I come? Please?”

Taliesin chuckles against Matt’s ear and stops, squeezing hard around the base of Matt’s cock to feel it throb against his palm. “Don’t you dare,” he murmurs, raking his teeth along Matt’s earlobe; “I'm not done with you yet.”

Matt swallows hard and nods, closing his eyes against the sensation of Taliesin’s fingers loosening and then caressing up his throbbing shaft with a feathery grace. “Ahh… okay, okay.”

“Better.” Taliesin nibbles along the curve of Matt’s ear, drawing out the sensation before shifting his weight to lean over his lover's chest.

There’s something almost overbearing in Taliesin’s presence, and Matt feels small underneath him despite the fact they're not too physically different. It’s his eyes, Matt thinks, and the way they're staring at him with the intensity of a predator ready to go in for the kill. “Silent safewords,” Taliesin murmurs, “show me.”

The fear wells up then, as heavy in his chest as Taliesin’s weight feels across his middle. There aren't many things he can think of that would rendered him unable to speak and needing to tap out. Matt lifts his wrists from where they're bound above his head and and taps them on Taliesin’s head before showing him the peace sign. “Like this.” His long fingers are shaking, but clearly showing the signal.

“Good boy.” Taliesin coos and shifts on top of him, letting the head of his cock dig along the lube-slicked cleft of Matt’s ass until it presses into the tender spot underneath his aching balls. “You’re not going to come until I say so, will you?”

Matt whines audibly and lifts his hips as much as he can. “N-no. No, I’m good.” They both know his voice indicates anything but. He cries out, a sharp yelp in the otherwise quiet hotel room Taliesin’s cock splits him and fills him, sliding into place with practiced grace.

“Mine.” Taliesin growls as he grinds the base of his manhood against Matt’s giving flesh. “I’ll protect you…” His voice drops lower, rumbling in his chest. “And I’ll hurt you.”

“Hurt me.” Matt gasps, shuddering hard as the sound of skin against skin is drowned out by the waves of sensation. “Please, Tal… please.”

Taliesin’s hips slam into Matt’s ass hard, both hands catch at Matt’s hips and hold tight enough to dig finger bruises. “Are you sure?” His voice lilts to almost a coy tone, just a hint that he knows full and well that Matt knows what he’s saying. “Princess will have a fit if I leave bruises again.”

The whimper rises, deliberate and needy. “Please?” Matt raises his hips again only to have Taliesin’s strong thighs force him back down and rut against him with several hard thrusts. His cock twitches and smears wetness between them no matter how hard he tries to hold himself back. “Gonna…”

“No.” Taliesin demands, baring his teeth. He leans in quickly and Matt flinches just enough that teeth catch his ear and nip tenderly. Taliesin growls against Matt’s ear; “Be afraid,” his voice drops to a hiss; “I can smell your fear.”

It’s only half a play, Matt’s pulse throbs with the undeniable proof of his underlying fear. It’s not Taliesin he fears, they’ve been through so much that the trust is unspoken and frequently stated between them, it’s his darkness… that little streak of things that play behind his soulful eyes. Things he doesn’t know. Things Matt may never know.

The dimness caressing Matt’s brain in the form of sensory overload is shorted out when one strong hand abandons his hip, leaving behind a painful thrum, and then closes carefully with his palm over Matt’s windpipe. He gasps louder still, drawing a deep breath. “Please!”

Further sound is cut off in a split second, thumb and forefinger pressing against the throb of Matt’s arteries underneath them. “Needy slut.” Taliesin grunts, offering a single hard thrust before letting up pressure, still cupping Matt’s neck with a delicate touch.

“So needy,” Matt whispers, his lips trembling. He’s about to say more but Taliesin’s fingers press again and his eyes roll back, a tremor rattling through him. It’s pain in the sense that he can already feel bruising on his skin, but more than that it’s knowing he can let go - he can leave his life entirely in Taliesin’s capable hands.

“Shut up, slut.” Taliesin moans into Matt’s ear, already feeling the thrust of his arousal coming to conclusion. “Don’t speak unless you’re begging.” He lets up again and Matt gasps for breath, his vision correcting to lock eyes on him. “My slut knows better, don’t you.”

A ragged “uh-huh” is the only sound Matt can manage. He sobs quietly, barely able to whine before Taliesin’s thick fingers and thumb squeeze once more. It feels tighter than before, harder, and he can hear the blood pounding in his ears.

“Good boy.” Taliesin moans again, a rumbling keening sound that bounces off the cheap wallpaper. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing how easy it would be to snuff out your light.”

Two seconds and Matt can draw another gasping breath as his body feels limp against his restraints. Taliesin is fucking him, he’s well aware of that, but he feels like he can’t move, he can’t do anything but allow it to happen.

It’s amazing.

He manages a weak nod, his head lolling to the side until Taliesin’s grip tightens and forces him to look up at the beautiful eyes of his lover. Matt wants to beg, but the words are cut off as stars cloud his vision.

It’s not the first time, but Taliesin is vigilant despite the fact that he’s coming undone as fast as he always does with Matthew. He lets go when Matt’s eyes unfocus and is delighted to hear ragged whispers of; “Please, please Tal. Fill me. Please.”

Taliesin shifts his weight again, pressing his belly down against Matt as he feels the hot streaks of precome on his skin. “Are you sure you don’t want me to shove my cock down your throat? You’re so pretty when you gag on it.”

Matt whines and shudders when Taliesin’s fingers squeeze tight again. He’s familiar with the effect that particular thing has on Taliesin, he’s seen the smug look on Taliesin’s face when he tries to take the full girth of his lover’s cock down his throat. It hasn’t gotten any easier not to choke. But this… this is different, this is a threat that makes him shake against his own will.

He gasps then, allowed to breathe rapid gasps that make the room spin. “In me. Please. Please…”

Matt splutters, spit slicking his lips and dripping down to his chin when Taliesin gives one last hard squeeze. It’s that look that Taliesin likes best, the dizzy and disoriented bliss writ across Matt’s face like a drunken wild grin. Dark hair spills over his shoulders, sticking to his cheek with spit as Matt seems to try and move his body up against Taliesin’s hard thrusts. “Shhh… just let go,” Taliesin whispers, brushing a kiss on Matt’s slack lips, holding tight against his pulse points just a little longer. There’s some sick pleasure in it, he knows, the closest he’s ever really wanted to be to doing something truly horrible. It tugs at parts of him that he doesn’t like to address directly, the parts of him that flare to life as he tips over the edge and drives his cock deep, filling the stillness of Matt’s limp body with his seed.

When Taliesin releases the pressure it’s a slow beat before Matt draws a shaking breath, and then lets it out with a nearly silent sob. The tug of worry, fear that maybe he’d pushed too hard or too long and Matt had truly lost consciousness, makes him move fast to pull the release on Matt’s wrist cuffs and sink down between Matt’s thighs. “Talk to me,” he says, voice lifting back with his typical softness; “Open your eyes, Matthew.”

Matt opens his eyes slowly, grinning wide when Taliesin’s thick arms wrap around his middle. “Huh? ‘M good…” He murmurs, licking his lips. He swallows and it’s rough, no doubt something that will make recording in the next day or two interesting. Then he leans forward and rests his forehead on Taliesin’s shoulder, unexpected sadness washing over him. It crashes like a wave, his breath hitches and Matt realizes he’s crying.

“Shh.” Taliesin whispers, one hand instinctively stroking Matt’s hair as the other rubs slow circles on his back. “I’m here, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

Matt whimpers, and then sobs. He can’t give words to what he feels, can’t express the combination of relief and joy and sadness.

“It’s okay,” Taliesin repeats. He kisses Matt’s ear and holds him tight, nuzzling into the softness of his neck and pressing small pecks there.

For a moment, Matt is content to enjoy that tenderness. He catches his breath and hooks his arms around Taliesin, snuggling against him. “Did I… eh… you know…”

“Come?” Taliesin chuckles.

“Yeah.”

He’s pretty sure, but Taliesin makes a show of reaching between them and squeezing his palm around Matt’s cock, feeling it throb still mostly hard. “Almost.” He murmurs, giving a slow stroke that makes Matt whimper audibly. “In fairness, I cut off a good deal of blood flow.”

“I’m good,” Matt sighs, swallowing hard when Taliesin’s hand returns to his back. “I feel like I did. Like… exhausted.” He sniffs, and then chuckles. “Jesus, I’m crying.”

“It’s fine.” Taliesin coos, leaning back to kiss him properly, letting his lips linger a long moment. “You were very close to losing consciousness.”

Matt smiles and nods into Taliesin’s shoulder. “I was scared, a little. I think… you probably could have killed me.”

“Could have. I think that’s part of the fun, knowing I could but I never would.” He pauses, catching Matt’s eyes before asking firmly; “You know that, right? I’d never harm you like that.”

“Of course.” Matt answers, his eyes somehow softening even further and ringed with red and wetness. He releases his grip on Taliesin’s middle and caresses his chubby cheeks with both hands. “I wouldn’t love you if you could.”

He glances down, not shifting away from Matt’s touch, and whispers; “Love you too.”

“What did you call me? Before?” Matt’s teasing now, and the playful note in his voice only proves it.

“I believe…” Taliesin murmurs, shifting his weight to easily roll Matthew once more onto his back and pin him down with a barrage of kisses; “I may have called you a slut.”

“Right…” Matt giggles then, shifting as the kisses move from his cheeks down to his sore throat.

“A greedy, delightful little slut.”

“Mmm,” Matt leans into those soft kisses and brushes one of his own against Taliesin’s sweaty temple. “Your greedy slut.”

“For the moment, yes.”

Matt corrects himself; “Her greedy slut.”

“I liked the first one better.”

***
End

OH HELLo

You beat me to it, anon! I may just have to take this and fill it with fluffy goodness. Any preferences for pairings?

Hi OP here, thank you so much for taking interest in this prompt!

I am always partial to Mattt/Taliesin/Marisha. But I think this could work very well with anyone or indeed everyone. I'd love to read anything on this topic, really, so whatever might be interesting and fun for you to write, it'll be awesome for me to read.

thanks <3

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees this was perfect and wonderful and everything awesome!!!

I did a little thing. I'm sorry it might not be what you wanted.
Please be gentle with me, my first fic after a long time, first for this fandom, first rpf and with english not being my first language xD
I still hope you enjoy this at least half as much as I enjoyed writng it <3

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"Are you joining us for drinks, Taliesin?" Travis' voice sounds over the general chaos that ensues after the episode is finished, the cameras stopped rolling and everybody is packing their stuff and chatting excitedly about the session they just had.

Taliesin pauses putting his character sheet and his PHB into his bag, squares his shoulders and thinks the offer over for a second before replying.

"Nah, man. I'll just head home, I'm tired," he replies without even turning to his friend and winces immediately because even to him, his voice sounds way more clipped than he'd like. Hopefully Travis doesn't pick up on it, Tal thinks, but deep down he knows thats just a wishful thinking on his part. Sure enough, Travis frowns and steps closer to him.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, worry apparent in his tone.

And look. It's not like Taliesin is hurt. Except maybe he is a little bit. He likes cuddling. He likes touching his friends, showing them affection through casual contact. Every single one of his friends knows that. They even know that the touches help him keep grounded during difficult situations and they are always very welcoming towards his touches. He doesn't understand why Travis wasn't. Except maybe he does a little bit and that angers him for a very different reason.

"I'm fine," he sighs and finally turns to his big friend. "It's just... you know. I wish you'd be more open. Didn't have to hide in front of the cameras. For whatever reasons," he looks up so he can see Travis' face. "I understand you have to keep up appereances and all that. We agreed to do this whole madness under the condition it wouldn't change a thing from our home games. But it did, in small ways. It's just different doing this in front of thousands of people. It makes you more concious and closed off, doesn't it?" he offers a soft smile at the end of his speech and even gently squeezes Travis' arm.

For his part, Travis is looking stunned throughout the small speech. He opens and closes his mouth several times, no sound coming out. His brow furrows even more. He looks over to the seat he was in during this game as if trying to recollect in his head what exactly happened during the game. Finally he turns to taliesin and just envelopes him in a big bear hug, strong enough that Taliesin actually does a little "oompf."

"I didn't even realize," Travis admits, very quietly, just a whisper in Taliesin's ear. "I'm so sorry," he offers and squezees even a bit more.

"'S alright, big guy," Taliesin pats his friend on the shoulder and melts into the hug, finally enjoying the closeness he craved for the last couple of hours. "I understand," he reasures but still doesn't draw away from the hug, he just envelopes his hands around his friend, now gently carresing the small of Travis' back.

"You are coming with us. And I am making this up to you," Travis announces decisevly after couple of minutes of simple hugging and rocking gently together. They are not even sure how long they're stood there, all of the others not bothering them and just retreating to the break room. Travis has one hand in Taliesin's hair, gently scrathcing, both men with closed eyes.

It's Travis, who breaks the hug in the end but only to pick up Taliesin, bridal style and presses him against his chest. "I'm not leaving your side, promise," Travis laughs gently and kisses Taliesin's temple while walking out of the room.

"Wait, my stuff," Taliesin wiggles in the hold but doesn't make an actual effort to get away, only ends up pressed even closer to his friend's chest, inhaling deeply, content smile adoring his features.

"The crew can take care of that. It'll be here tomorrow. Right now, you're mine for the sole purpose of being cuddled," Travis replies easily, grinning.

Taliesin huffs in annoyment but both men know very well it's just for show.

This came to mind after Taliesin came out as bi on Wednesday Club. A special Pride pre-game announcement from all the cast, either as themselves or as their characters.

OP here, I'm so happy that you wrote this! Thank You!

I love their relationships, the setup and the way they talk to each other. Taliesin's personality was just like how I like to imagine him: fluffy an tender, but he is differently a goth. Matt's headspace was so good, and the aftercare was just perfect!
This was just so great, would love to see more of your writing of Marisha!

Love you, Thank You so much!

Fictional Episode using some of my favorite moments between “The Twins”. Operating under the assumption that everybody is cool with the situations.

Liam’s always been a tactile person. Laura, the longer she spends with Liam, has become touchier over the past few years. It’s easy to nudge Liam in the moment, to hug him in an intense “twinning” scene that usually leaves her in tears, to lean into him while listening to their best friend’s beautiful exposition.

Tonight, Liam is taking things up a notch. Amy and the kids are in New Jersey for the second of a ten-week station in a new movie that she’s shooting. Also, it’s easier for the kids to spend time with their extended family instead of with Liam who is scrambling between six different projects. Liam is feeling lonely and Laura can tell as he wraps his arms around her waist backstage as she and Ashley are chatting vaguely about the projects they’re under NDA for. He hasn’t shaved since Amy isn’t home and his scruff singes her shoulder as he kisses her shoulder, leaning into her closely. She scratches his head and kisses his temple in response, noting in the back of her head Travis’ eyes zoning in on the pair of them.

The radiant Matthew Mercer is ready for everything they throw at them from the beginning. Sam and Travis run off to the bar and the shenanigans and Liam and Laura can’t control their laughter. The farther the dynamic duo go, the more laughter that rings throughout the set. By the time that the crew is struggling to breathe, Liam’s full body is pushing flush with Laura’s as they laugh. As Matt tries to bring them back together, Liam doesn’t move away, but stays pressed against Laura.

While they are all shopping, Laura rolls a Natural 20 and gets so many potions that Liam can’t contain his glee. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her tightly as he laughs. He tucks his head against the crook of her neck and Laura can feel his heartbeat skipping quickly; she shrugs it off as elation at the moment. When she hugs him back a few shops later, his heart beat skips under her hands that she wraps up underneath his arms and up onto his chest. When she pulls away, Travis is rolling his eyes and whispering something to Ashley. The pair giggle as she glares at them.

Matt would bring in the person that they were trying to hunt down in this episode. Liam takes her arm in nervousness as it is just Matt and Taliesin staring each other down in anger. He’s shaking as he leans into her, so she maneuvers her arm so that she can pat his thigh reassuringly. His breath hitches; if she hadn’t been fully aligned with him, she’d have missed it. She tests the boundaries by rubbing his thigh and pretending to be intently staring at her notes and her options. Liam tightens his grip, leans his forehead onto her shoulder and presses a kiss to the bone. He leaves his head there, his hot breath ghosting over her bare arms. She feels goosebumps begin to form on the back of her neck.

Laura remembers all of her Rogue and Ranger rules and Liam beams at her in pride. He wraps his arm fully around her waist and pulls her close, so close that she’s almost in his lap. She honestly doesn’t care at this point, not when his strong, long fingers are dancing over the skin of her hips. Travis coughs and she turns to look at him; he raises his eyebrows just enough to communicate that he doesn’t care about their flirting, but the cameras are trained on them. She licks her lips and watches as her husband swallows thickly. Ashley leans over to him, her own hand on his leg, and whispers something that makes his eyes haze over for a brief moment. There is no question as to where the night is going.

Laura gets a devastating 84 points of damage in before their foe wisps away in a flurry of arcane magic. Matt grins evilly and says they’re going to break, much to the chagrin of the players. Laura, Ashley, and Marisha spend the entire break analyzing their foe, turning over the spell that he used in their head. Matt chides them for meta-gaming as he saunters back towards his seat as the two-minute bell sounds. Ashley and Marisha chase after him as Laura begins to pour herself another drink. The emptiness of the room calms her until and hard-chested body boxes her into the counter.

“God, you’re so amazing.”

“Needy much, darling?” Laura has a hard time breaking out of the Vex voice in the middle of the game. Besides, it only spurs Liam on further, and the grind of his hips on her ass confirms it.

“Forgive me for having a hard time resisting you,” Liam murmurs, dipping his scruff onto her neck and nipping. Laura sighs as she sets the bottle of wine down, tilting her neck for him to get easier access. “You’re just so beautiful.”

“You’re so charming.”

“It’s the truth.” His large hands pulse under the hem of her shirt as he sucks her earlobe into her ear. Her breath stops for a moment as his lithe fingers trace the top of her jeans. “I want to take you right here, against the counter. Claim you and make Travis watch as I make you come on my tongue.” Laura’s fingers turn white as she moans; she’s gripping onto the counter top so intensely her hands are beginning to grow numb. “You like that?” Liam teases. “The thought of Travis just watching me fuck you?”

“Quit that shit and get in here!” Travis’ voice carries down the hallway.

“You’re mine tonight,” Liam growls before vanishing. Laura is left throbbing and panting in the kitchen as Matt begins to welcome everyone back.

Matt begins to wrap things up and Liam and Laura hastily begin to pack up their things. They’d been fondling each other for most of the night, under the table away from the camera’s line of sight. The rest of their group knows, because it is hard to resist Liam’s wide-eyed need and Laura’s flush and shifts. It’s affecting everyone, from the way that Sam has his arm draped over the back of Tal’s chair and Marisha is leaning into them something is clearing happening there. As the crew calls it for the night, Matt shoots a fake glare in their table’s direction.

“You all make it very difficult to concentrate.”

Laura shrugs as Liam vanishes from her side, as she is way more inclined to watch Ashley slip underneath the table and run her lithe hands up her husband’s clenching thighs. She scoots over as the crew walks away and she leans in, peppering kisses on his neck.

“He’s too obvious,” Travis grunts.

“Like you two aren’t?” Laura shoots back, slipping a hand under his shirt.

“He was practically drooling over you.”

“You’re just jealous.” Travis growls at her and yanks her in for a fierce kiss. It’s all teeth and harsh and claiming. He twists his lips from her mouth to land on her neck, purposefully sucking and biting a bruise into her neck. Laura lends a hand to Ashley who is undoing his pants and he pulls away with a groan as they both pull his hard and leaking cock out.

“Don’t forget,” he hisses through his teeth. “You have a session tomorrow.” She hums and sucks a hickey into his neck at the same time Ashley wraps her sinful lips around him.

“Lucky that you don’t. Enjoy your night,” she whispers into his ear as his head tilts back. She leaves her things where they are and snags her bag.

The moment the door shuts to Liam’s new place, he is on her. He yanks at the green straps of her tank top, getting his lips on her sensitive collarbones. Laura’s head falls back against the hall with a thump, carding her fingers through his dark hair with a sigh. They’re illuminated only by the porch light that is shining through the top of the door and Laura is scrambling to get any sense of purchase of Liam’s body.

“You’re so irresistible.”

“Travis said you were drooling,” she chuckles as Liam drops to his knees.

“He would know. He can never resist Ashley.” Laura’s retort is bitten back as he mouths at her through the crotch of her jeans. Her brain is short-circuiting as he’s unbuttoning and yanking her pants down and thumbing her clit through her panties. “God, so wet for me already,” Liam murmurs, licking a stripe up her leg.

“That’s what happens when you tease,” her voice crackles as his fingers explore more.

“Tease? Me? Never.” Laura’s head thumps against the wall as he licks a stripe up her underwear. He stops talking then, choosing to dive his tongue past her folds and into her heat.

“Fuck, Liam,” Laura hisses. It’s sinful, the things he can do with his tongue; no one can resist him when he’s on his knees and Laura especially can’t handle the way he plays her like an instrument.

He flicks his tongue over her clit, causing her to squeak and twitch. Liam takes advantage of the twitch to slide one of his shoulders under her leg to open her up for him. The change in angle has Laura carding her lithe fingers through his hair and tugging him the way she wants him. Liam moans at her control, which causes Laura to moan right back as the vibrations tickle her skin.

“Do not

Liam looks up at her as he obliges. Her hair that had been carefully pulled back throughout the game is beginning to come out of the ponytail and frame her flushed face. Laura’s tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip before she tugs it back into her mouth and bites down on her lips to keep from crying out too loudly. Liam smirks against her and takes it as a challenge. Right as Laura is beginning to whine, a rough tug on his hair drags Liam to his feet.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Liam is tugging her in the direction of the big bed on the second floor and they’re shedding clothes as they go. The moment they enter the room, Laura pins him to the wall and gets her lips on his neck.

“Jesus,” Liam moans, pulling her body flush to his with his hands splaying wide over her back.

“You’re such a tease,” she growls in a way that almost makes Liam collapse to the floor.

“I’m a tactile person, so sue me,” his brain manages to spit out.

“You were a tease tonight,” she insists, scraping her teeth against the junction of his neck and shoulder.

“I’ve missed you,” he confesses, his dick coming to life by the warmth of Laura’s body on him. “It’s been weeks.”

“We’ve all been busy, darling,” she whispers reassuringly. “You work too much.”

“You say that too much,” he tries to counter. It trails off in a whimper as her hand wraps around his balls.

“I’ve missed you too,” she says in his ear before suckling the lobe into her hot mouth.

Liam takes that as the sign he needs to wrap his hands under her ass and lift as he spins them to press Laura up against the wall for more support as he holds her up. There will be no pretense in this first round. It’ll be quick and dirty and heavenly as it always is when they first come back together after too long apart. He sinks his cock into her tight pussy in one movement and Laura’s head thumps against the wall.

“Gooooooooooood dammit,” Liam presses his forehead to her shoulder.

“Dear God move,” Laura orders. He follows the orders, as he always does, and pistons his hips into her dripping mess. It’s so glorious to be inside her again and he chides himself for waiting so long since the last time. She and his wife are so different and so gorgeous and so wonderful that he can’t fathom how he got so lucky to have them both.

His earlier work paid off as Laura is already keening in the way that she does when she’s close. The noise always sets something off in Liam and he can tell too that he’s falling faster and faster toward his end. He presses her further into the wall and releases his grip on her ass so he can press his thumb onto the bundle of nerves that makes her scream.

It takes no time after that. She’s screaming his name as she comes around him and the tight flutter forces him to thrust once twice and he’s spilling into her, his eyes crossing and everything in his ears sounding like harp music. He makes sure that her feet are firmly on the ground before collapsing against her. They’re both breathing heavily and Liam’s arms are shaking a bit from the exertion they weren’t expecting.

“That was…” Liam begins, trailing off to trying to find the word in his brain.

“…just the warm-up.” Liam pulls back to see the evil glint in Laura’s eyes before she sinks to her knees.

“You’re going to kill me,” he groans. At least I’ll die happy, he thinks as the sensitivity sensations pulse through him and blanks his brain.

(OP) This is wonderful, thank you anon! Such cute fluff, totally what I was looking for!

Um. Yeah. That was brilliant! I love your Talesin! The whole thing is fantastic!

Eeeeeee! This is the sweetest fic :)

Wow. Equal parts hot and sweet!

*blush* Thank you!

Thank you so much, OP 💜 I really do love writing soft boy with a dark side, and I do need to write more Marisha too...

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

Re: Episode 103, punishment gangbang

Re: Episode 103, punishment gangbang

Re: For Luck (Liam/Everyone, G/PG?)

Re: untitled sleepy cuddles, Matt/Marisha/Taliesin

Re: "on a scale of one to ten", Liam/Taliesin

Matt roleplaying a dragon, specifically J'mon

Re: Matt roleplaying a dragon, specifically J'mon

Taliesin/whoever | coming out

Re: Taliesin/whoever | coming out

Any CR character/Any CR cast member

Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)

Re: Matt roleplaying a dragon, specifically J'mon

Re: Taliesin/whoever | coming out

Re: Taliesin/whoever | coming out

Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)

Cuddles

Everyone, coming out.

Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)

PUSH, Liam/Laura, NC-17, 1/1

Re: Cuddles

Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)

Re: Cuddles

Re: PUSH, Liam/Laura, NC-17, 1/1

Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)

Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)