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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Vax Playing Hard to Get

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, confessions, hard to get, jealousy, surprise kiss

A/N: It doesn't matter how hard to get he is, I would do anything to make him happy.

The rouge elf is always hard to get in battle

All his enemies who've faced him and lived to tell the tail will tell you that he is impossible to get his hands on

Who would have thought that Vax would use those skills in love as well

He can always tell when he's being watched, and by none other then the object of his own affections

You have to put in a little bit of work into it though

Just because he's a huge flirt and good at it doesn't mean that he's an easy man to seduce

When you're alone and you think things are going somewhere he will completely change the topic, shattering any chance of a love confession

Flirty jokes are his go to jokes so it's hard to tell when he's being serious with you

Vax is frustrating to say the least but that just makes you want him even more, and once you have him you can wipe that smug smirk off his kissable mouth

Making you jealous was never part of his plan, it was a side effect of him pulling away from you for little too long one night in a very lively inn

People hit on him, and with each one he turned down you grew braver

Taking one last sip of liquid courage you approached him, right as he declined another person's offer to go to their room

A decline was already on his lips when he turned and saw that it was you who asked and you who moved in closer and closer until your lips were on his

Taking someone like him by surprise is quite the feat

Impressed as he is he can tell that you've had a little too much to drink so he takes you back to your room

He doesn't leave until morning, watching after you long after you fell asleep

You're quite embaressed in the morning and you have a headache too, a terrible start to your day

Well Vax can make it better, by telling you he will finally stop running

You impressed him, so he will no longer be playing games with you, so when you feel like confessing again, not while drunk, he will be waiting with an answer

#critical role #critical role x reader #vax'ildan #vax'ildan x reader #tlvom #tlovm x reader #vax x reader #vox machina #vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #critical role imagine #critical role headcanon #critrole x reader #tlovm #tlovm headcanon #x reader

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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taste-of-the-divine · 1 year

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ꕤ | Inked | Percy De Rolo

— VOX MACHINA : switch!percy x femcumslut!reader

✩ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀: you're the first to fall asleep at a party, and you get cumslut written over your forehead with a marker. it causes an "issue" for percy a few hours later. ✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: fic (Part 1), 1.8k words ✩ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: missing consent/dubcon (percy as victim), powerplay (subby percy into dom percy), degredation, namecalling (cumsl*t, wh*re, l*ve), somnophelia, cumhungry!reader, power dynamic switch, sir, mentions of breeding

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙀: i did not proofread this :') hopefulyl its legible BUT eventually i'll go back and make the edits i need. the idea was inspired by this post, and it's probably (?) not done yet.

♡ REBLOGS + LIKES ARE APPRECIATED ♡ 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘝𝘖𝘟 𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘈 | 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛 & 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘚 | 𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘌

“Oh cmon, wasn’t the bet that the first one asleep gets a dick drawn on their forehead?”

Percy, your boyfriend, shoots Scanlan a dirty look through his rosy drunk cheeks. “Have you no decency? She’s a lady for God’s sake, Scanlan. How will I explain to all of Whitestone tomorrow if we have to leave the confines of our home?”

The pop of a marker and the cap clicking against the floor was enough of a signal that Scanlan didn’t quite care all that much for the high maintenance prince. “Well, then you have an excuse to stay in for a day. Resting’s important, Percy,” he says, before hopping onto a stool to get to your head, slumped over on the couch. Percy stumbles to his feet to try and stop him from putting that bright pink ink on your skin, but he’s forced back into his chair at the hand of Vax.

“Hey, he’s right, you know. You kind of need a day at home, if you ask me,” Vax says, leaning his weight on Percy’s shoulder to keep him down. Percy glares at him too, going to shove his hand away so that he could get to you, but to no avail. Percy’s too wasted for hand eye coordination.

“Oh, Percy, darling, relax,” his sister says from across the table, looking at Scanlan trying to balance and draw on your knocked out face. “She agreed to the game before we even started drinking, and she’s an adult, so I’m sure she’ll be fine. And if she isn’t– well, you can make sure she’s fine. In the morning. No more fussing about it now, you can barely get to your feet,” she says, words slurring before taking a swig out of her bottle.

He can’t relax, at least not when Pike isn’t around. Pike’s usually the babysitter of the group, and with Keyleth vomiting her guts out again, they were somewhere downstairs in the bathroom. Grog wouldn’t be of much help either– he was entranced in some sort of conversation with his reflection in the mirror, flexing and unflexing his muscles to look at.

“Annnnnd, ta-da!” Scanlan grins, showing the marvel to the three others in the room. Cumslut was written across your forehead in big, bold letters, with a penis as the T. Scanlan was really, an artist of all trades.

Percy was the first to react, and the only one that didn’t burst out in absolute side pinching tears. “Scanlan! You little useless bard!” He swung around to Vex and Vax. “I thought we agreed that it would be the dick drawing?”

“Well,–” Vex laughs, whipping away his tears. “There is a dick. There’s just–” he makes eye contact with Vex across the table, who was holding her own laughter for a little before the two burst out again into hearty giggles. “–some other additions.”

Percy sighed. There wasn’t really another other choice; what’s done is done. Hopefully you wouldn’t be too mad when you woke up in the morning about it. And hopefully, the ink would come off soon.

Percy, with his lithe frame, was not the one that carried you into bed. Grog actually carried the both of you into bed– bragging that he could do anything with his giant muscles. Percy would have been grateful for that omission of an opportunity to make a fool out of himself, had he been properly awake during that time of the night. He’d passed out on his own accord after a few more shots into the night.

It didn’t take long before he stirred awake. Alcohol never quite helped keep him asleep as well as it put him to sleep. But his body sure felt warm, skin flushed a little as he reveled in the pleasure of being under clean sheets. There was also pleasure budding from his core, some shifting between his legs–

“What on earth?!–” he manages to choke out before throwing his head backwards as some cavern of warm, wet heat descends on him. It felt good and needy and desperate, and when he had the moment to take a breath from the sudden crashing waves of pleasure, he lifted the blankets to find you, face nestled neatly between his legs, with his cock in your mouth and a protruding cheek.

“My love,” he says, voice soft and hitched at first. “Y-you need to stop or else,–” A groan cuts through, his hands fisting the sheet that he’s holding up to see you kitten licking his tip.

“What’s gotten into you?” he hisses, but he doesn’t get an answer because you take his whole length into your mouth again, mushroom tip gliding against the roof of your mouth before sinking into your back tongue. He’s watching you, or doing the best he can with his eyes half-lidded and his mouth agape. When you wrap your hands around his base, twisting and bobbing at the same time, Percy grimaces, one eye forcing itself shut as he watches you with the other. His cheeks are flushed a deep red, and his skin feels sticky under the touch of your fingers, but all you can think about is his cum, and how much you want it down your throat.

“S-slow d-down,” he stutters, a frustrated moan drawing out of his throat when you don’t listen. He can’t stop his hips from bucking up into your mouth, the sensation of your tongue swirling around the tip all too much for him. He’s close, and you know that, feeling his balls twitching under your chin– and perfect, because that’s exactly what you want. So you keep at it, watching him writhe and pant and seize up with his head thrown back and his eyes cross when he cums down your throat. It’s sticky and a little bitter from the alcohol, but you don’t mind it at all, because you’ve been craving this feeling since you woke up. You suck, and suck, and keep sucking him, milking every little bit that you can.

He’s a whimpering mess now, his other hand grabbing you by the hair to attempt to pull you off his cock.

“Love, love, please– please stop, I’m done, I can’t–” but that gets cut off by another moan, his knees shaking and bottoming out underneath you as your hands work his cock from base to tip, using spit and cum as lube.

He’s never seen you like this before, so needy, so pushy for it– whatever it, was. In a moment of clarity as your hands lift on the pressure to his cock, he reads the word on your forehead again. Cumslut.

He puts two and two together in the middle of a desperate whimper, throwing his head to the side as the pleasure in his overstimulated dick multiplies. On the nightstand was the marker that Scanlan used, capped and sitting neatly by his nightlight. Grabbing it off the table, he managed what he could with you turning him into putty from the waist down, grabbing one of your hands that you were using to support your weight scribbling “obedient” into it the best he could.

Nothing different happened at first– you continued to milk him for all that he was worth, and Percy couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as he felt the familiar coil in the abdomen forming, ready to snap. “Hah- hah, hmpfh, s-stop, love, h-hang on–” he begs of you, and for the first time in the night, you oblige, hands and mouth lifting off his cock with the nasty squelch.

He looks at you, panting, undignified drool at the edge of your lips, and he slips a finger over it and wipes it away. Catching his breath, he dedicates a moment to taking you in; needy, glazed-over cum-hungry eyes as his cock rests on your cheek, tousled hair, plump, shiny lips coated in a thin sheen of spit and semen, the white of your teeth poking out from under. You looked gorgeous for him like that, and he let you know by pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You want my cum that badly, is that right?” he says, tentative at first. But you nod, rather vigorously, at that. It flips some sort of switch inside of him, and you feel him pull you by the hair, your own whimper leaving your throat as he exposes your throat to him.

“A little cumslut wants her holes filled. What a sight,” he taunts, a wicked smirk brewing at the corners of his lips. The way he looks at you runs a chill down your spine– it was the way he looked at something he wanted, no, needed, to be under his control.

And you were more than ready to give that.

“Be a good girl, then. Get on with it. On your hands and knees, on the floor,” he commands you, nodding towards the wood floor you have next to the bed. You glance down and back at him, and he’s watching you expectantly. Heat rising to your own cheeks, you shuffle down, assuming position on all fours as he requested.

You hear him shifting off the bed, stalking behind you– you feel his hands wrap around your waist, and then– a searing burn on your knees as you’re re-oriented, looking up to see the closet mirror and yourself staring back at you, cumslut written over your forehead. And dauntingly, above and behind you, stood Percy.

You’re naked, because you woke up earlier and tried to satisfy your urges by touching yourself, which, went nowhere, clearly, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this cum-drunk state– but he is clothed; well, partially clothed, his sleeping robe untied and hanging off his shoulders. He knees behind you, secures your ankles to the ground with the weight of his calves and body, and sinks his fingers into your sides.

“Spread your pussy for me.”

Your eyes go wide, thundering in your chest. He notices your hesitation, and grabs a fistful of hair and pulls you towards him.

“I said, spread your pussy for me. Do I need to repeat myself?”

Some sort of noise comes out of you that sounds vaguely like a whimper and a “yes, sir,” as you take your hands and grab your ass to satisfy his request. You feel a bubbling of dopamine in your chest when you obey him, and it feels good, addictive, almost.

When you feel the weight of his cock pressed against your entrance, your body instinctively gravitates towards him, craving to be filled. But you feel his weight pull away, teasing it along your slit as he leans over to your ear.

“Be patient, love. Just enjoy it, I’ll do the work, my little cumslut. You’re such a needy little breeding whore, aren’t you?”

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chlouyanu · 1 year

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⚠️TLOVM SPOILERS ⚠️

#keyleth #vax’ildan #vax #tlvom #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #critical role #critters #vaxleth #tlovm spoilers #tlovm s2 #vex’ahlia #percy de rolo #matthew mercer #scanlan shorthalt #grog strongjaw #pike trickfoot

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percydedragon · 1 year

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Modern au Percy concept Yes i experimented more on his face features to figure out proper way to draw him. and hair. and legs. everything

#Percy De Rolo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #TLVOM #The Legend of Vox Machina #vox machina #critical role #Modern au!

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keylethshari · 9 months

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still thinking about the fey realm episode and how it was basically a percy/vex and vax/keyleth double date. i mean, both pairs were constantly right next to one another.

#vaxleth #critical role tlovm #vax'ildan #keyleth #tlovm season 2 #tlvom #vox machina #tlovm spoilers #perc'ahlia #vex'ahlia #percy de rolo

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aacceyo647 · 1 year

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Not tdp related but I just want to share my OTP ship from LVM bcs I miss them so much 🥺🥺 and also Happy Valentines 💗💗

#LVM #the legend of vox machina #fanart #LVMfanart #vaxleth #vax'ildan #Vax #keyleth #tlovm s2 #tlvom

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evilbbygirl · 10 months

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Keyleth ft the twins

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avrelia · 1 year

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Percy drinks from a glass goblet when everyone drinks from wooden mugs

#percy de rolo #tlvom screencaps #tlvom #the legend of vox machina #pike #vax’ildan #keyleth

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aloseirart · 1 year

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They invented love and that's a fact.

Delilah and Sylas Briarwood: necromancer mom and vampire dad, the essence of true love. 💜🖤

Also, matching icons! ✨

#Critical Role #critical role art #critical role fanart #critical role spoilers #critrole #critters #delilah briarwood #sylas briarwood #the legend of vox machina #tlvom #fanart #digital fanart #campaign one #cr #c1 #cr c1 #vox machina fanart #I'm not good with hashtag

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figuerocks · 1 year

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the “this is my boyfriend and his boyfriend” meme with keyleth, vax and gilmore

#critical role #tlvom #the legend of vox machina #tlovm spoilers #not really but to be safe

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sapphosboy · 1 year

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do y’all ever think about how if Vox Machina keeps getting renewed we’re gonna see Vax get disintegrated??? In front of Keyleth??? Do you REMEMBER Marishas face???? also Vex cradling his armor to her chest??? I’ll DIE

#critical role #tlvom #the twins #vaxleth #vex'ahlia vessar #vax’ildan vessar

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Meeting of Fates

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Tags: fluff, meet cute, flirting, teasing, lots of innuendos

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: I can't handle Vax being sad so this is how I will make myself feel better.

The tavern was always crowded and loud at this time of night, yet there was something about this one that felt more energetic then the rest. You observed quietly from behind the bar, taking in all the current patrons sitting, drinking, talking and laughing around their tables.

The atmosphere was the same as any other night. A little rowdy, loud, and very cheerful from the sound of constant tunes played by the bards. So what was this feeling crawling down your spine that had you in an invisible hold since your shift started?

You haven't pissed anyone off lately. You think. Hope.

"What's a man gotta do to get a drink around here?" Your focus was shifted from the glass in your hand to the tall, dark half-elf before you. He was leaning against the bar on one elbow, the other hand propped up on his hip and a cocky, and quite charming smile on his face.

He looked familiar but you couldn't quite place him. He was definitely here before though. You don't forget a face like that.

"Pay. Like everyone else." You answered unamused and set the empty, clean glass in front of him, "So what'll it be."

"Something befitting of a someone with my roughish charm if you please." He winked at you and tapped his fingers lightly on the counter.

"Tall, dark and sexy?" You threw his flirt right back at him, pretty experienced in flirting like this, "I may have something but it's pricey. Can you handle that?"

His eyes lit up in recognition of a challenge, a game, "I can handle anything you have."

You raised a brow, looking him over. He didn't look like he was hurting for money that's sure but he didn't look like he was swimming in gold coins either. You handed out your hand, "10 gold."

All the light seemed to drain from his eyes at the amount, "10? Gold?" You nodded. He slowly reached into his pocket and put down 20 silver coins, "I've got this and whole lot of enthusiasm. I'm sure we can settle on a smaller price."

"I never settle for anything small." You ran your finger suggestively over the length of the glass in front of you.

"Then you should avoid Scanlan." He added, his good spirits coming back. He looked down at your hand and repeated your gesture over the glass, "Come now, I'm sure we can figure things out. Just lower it a little for me. I guarantee I can pay you back, make it worth your while."

You sighed, "Look handsome, I'm sure you're amazing but if I gave every pretty person who walked in here low prices I'd have two things: a broke business and whole lot of notches in my bed. So far business if going good and I'm not desperate enough for the second one." You picked the glass back up and pointed it at him, "You're a regular so I'll let this one slide, you either order or you go back to... what ever table you sat at."

"How do you know I'm at one of your regulars?"

"Because you have a face that's too hot to forget." You answered honestly and reached for a cheaper bottle.

He winked at you again, his confidence now back in full force, "I could say the same to you. Why do you think I walked over here? Just to get a drink. Nah, I wanted to chat you up a little. Go ahead, no more tricks from me, just make me something tasty." His tongue rolled around the last word, eye brows wiggling as he slid the payment across the counter to you.

"I'm glad you understand. You're sexy but I have a business to run." You prepared his drink quickly and waited for him to reach for the glass, "But after I could give you a run." You whispered. His ears twitched at your words, and maybe another body part you couldn't see. You liked to think that it did.

He hummed, keeping eyes locked with you as he sipped his drink, "If you're as sweet as this drink then I'm looking forward to closing hours. By the way, the name's Vax."

Vax. A quick and easy name to remember. "Then I'll see you in a few hours Vax."

"I can hardly wait. Oh, and, what's this drink called?" Vax looked at the dark liquid swirling in his glass, tasting of chocolate and cherries.

"A Little Death." You answered with a big smirk.

"Tasty. I hope to have it again later." He raised the glass at you before giving you a little bow and turning to go back to his table. They seemed like a rather lively bunch over there.

Who knew your night would be going so damn well? Must be fate.

#critical role #critical role x reader #vax'ildan #vax'ildan x reader #tlvom #tlovm x reader #vax x reader #vox machina #vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #critical role imagine #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #critrole x reader #tlovm #tlovm fanfic #tlovm fanfiction

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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After having just narrowly avoided death by the skin of your teeth once more and to now seeking refuge at Whitehall with what remaining populace of Emon that hadn’t been caught in the midst of acid, poisonous smog or dragonfire during the capital’s decimation. You were in dire need of a break, from everything and everyone.

‘What if this is our fault?’ Keyleth’s words echoed in your head at the possibility that you and the rest of Vox Machina had accidentally set off a chain of events by killing that one dragon; You only sighed as you leant against your forearms that rested on the railing of the balcony that overlooked Whitehall. However your eyes were glazed and distant as flashes of fire, acid, smog and haunted by the sight of civilians dying.

It felt like the end of everything when you stood with your friends in the burning streets of Emon, lost, overwhelmed but most of all frightened that the dragons were attacking Emon on purpose; Whether it be out of revenge or the culmination of a long awaited plan. Either way it didn’t matter what the reasoning behind it was because in the end an entire capital was capsized within a matter of minutes.

There was no possible scenario where the outcome wasn’t with the dragons winning and slaughtering everyone. They were just too powerful to be so easily defeated with a rag tag group who had the humour of a pubescent preteen after hearing the word moist; You guys were good but not dragon slaying good. Besides if Emon was merely an example for what dragons were capable of, the glimpses of the end, then you you didn’t want to envision what the rest of Tal’dorei would look like submerged in dragonfire.

“So this is where you’ve run off to, must say it’s not my first choice, but that isn’t exactly here or there.” Vax said he joined you on the balcony. You knew he was trying to ease the tension by attempting to bring in some light heartedness, but the way he worded them only came out out his mouth as though he was nervously rambling.

“So what’s the course of action?” You asked, voice void of all emotion.

“Vasselheim.” He replied shortly. “We must go there, seek audience from the platinum sanctuary and plead our case to them in hopes of aid.”

You looked over at the rouge and noted the look of uncertainty and unease in his eyes as they peered out into the city as though he was intentionally avoiding direct eye contact with you. “What if that fails?” You ask, only seeing this plan backfiring and from whatever knowledge you have about Vasselhiem, it was the fact that it preferred to remain in its seclusion from the rest of Tal’dorei. Refusing to acknowledge that the realms problems were very much their problems almost but they never chose to act unless the threat was at the front door.

“Then we’re fuck out of luck.” Vax said with a weak chuckle that died in his throat when he saw the look of gloom in your face. He sighed, running his teeth against his bottom lip as he took a sharp inhalation of breath and reached a hand over to grasp yours in a sign of comfort. “Look, I know everything is a little uncertain right now but-“ you raised an eye brow, “a little uncertain?” You echoed and Vax groaned. “Fine! It’s a lot more then just a little uncertain but what I’m trying to say is that, no matter what’s to come or what’s going to happen to the rest of us but just know that we’re in this shitstorm together.”

He finished his sentiment and you couldn’t help but allow yourself to smile a little. Sure it didn’t make you feel any better or any worse then before but it’s the thought and the attempt that counted. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You inquired playfully as you squeezed Vax’s hand. “Take it however you want but just know that I mean my word when I say that.” You then rest your head against his shoulder, pillowed by the fluff of his cloak. “Even if we fail and Tal’dorei is put to burn?” Vax, after a moment of regaining composure, rested his head atop of yours. Especially then because whether win or loose, we’ll do that together.”

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