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A post was requested for projects that the cast are involved with other than Critical Role.

This post is for Real Person Fiction prompts.

Please state the name of the project (i.e. Signal Boost, Wednesday Club, Dread) in the subject line of your prompt.

All the general rules of the kink meme as listed in the profile still apply!

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From: (Anonymous)

Marisha lies face down, head turned to one side. Ivan straddles her thighs, massaging her shoulders, slow and warm, big hands working out the last of the tension from the straitjacket.

"I'm afraid one of you is going to get a cramp while you're in that thing and I won't be fast enough to get it off," he says a little too casually.

Marisha snorts. "Yeah, right, like you can't get it off in under 30 seconds. That's not too long to deal with a cramp."

"I can get you off in under 30 seconds." He takes one hand off her shoulder to squeeze her ass.

"If you touch my clit one more time tonight I will personally remove whatever body part you do it with." It's still occasionally pulsing with a lingering burst of arousal. "Thank you for mixing that in there."

"My pleasure. Unfortunately I did lose count, so we might have to have another scene just for keeping track. Maybe we need an observer to help count." Ivan returns his hand to the nape of her neck, working out a knot there. Marisha groans with relief.

"I didn't know I was knotting up so bad in there. And yeah. Matt would love to be spotter for that."

"How do you think he'd take to the jacket?" Ivan starts working on her upper arms; Marisha melts a little further into the mattress.

"Oh. God. I don't know how he'd deal with not having his hands free to fidget."

"People manage," Ivan says in the sort of voice that says he has absolutely dealt with that specific problem before, and Marisha smirks into the pillow.

By the time he's satisfied that her upper body is sufficiently recovered from being held in one position for so long, Marisha's on the edge of falling asleep, even though they're still talking idly about scene ideas. But when Ivan dismounts to stretch out beside her, she can see he's hard again. He notices her eyes fixed on it, and his cheeks and chest go red.

"Oh no," Marisha says sweetly. "Daddy didn't get off enough."

"I'm good, really—"

"Just let your girl do what you've taught her," Marisha says, scooting down the bed and taking him in her mouth.

Ivan groans, but a moment later Marisha feels him wind one of Mishie's pigtails around his fingers and tug ever so lightly. She grins around her mouthful, takes him deeper in, and savors the noises he makes when he sheds all personas and is just a man being thoroughly pleasured.

It is, she thinks, a lovely way to wrap up a scene.

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