CR Campaign Three: RPF Prompts

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Subject line: Char1/Char2, accidental touching leads to something more

Body of comment: After two campaigns seated separately, Char1 and Char2 are finally sitting beside one another. At first it's just fun to be taking their turn hanging out on the same side of the table, but before long accidental hand bumps and knee nudges become intentional.

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"The One Where Char1 Gives Char2 a Handjob Mid-Game, Char1/Char2, M, 1/2"

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Marisha/All, thanking Marisha for the new set

[(Anonymous)]

Ok, will maybe come back with more info, but before I forget….

Anyone else feeling porny inspiration about the cast thanking Marisha for that fabulous new table? I’m thinking lots of messy, endorphin fuelled orgasms, with maybe some a service kink or D/S dynamics.

I love the poly group vibes! Would be thrilled for scenes with multiples or one on one pairings at a time, I just want to see all of that tender love and appreciation for Marisha’s work fuelled into some wicked orgasms!

+ D/S dynamics
++ for someone on their knees giving her head/lotsa oral
+++ set sex (finger her on the table you cowards)
++++ crying during/after, because EMOTION
+++++ someone (Liam? Laura?) crying before burying themselves in pussy
+++++ cuddles ~

"The Start of Something Beautiful," Marisha/everyone, new set, E, 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

Given her jobs, Marisha’s not unaware of most things that go on in the studio, especially if they involve the set that’s been her pet project for months now. But, it’s clear that her friends want to surprise her somehow, and even if she’s not sure why -- her birthday was months ago and there’s no other significant dates coming up until their anniversary in October -- she decides to let them unless she suspects that whatever they’re planning will break the set. So she lets the giggling and whispers and conversations that stop suddenly when she walks into a room continue, and she ignores any message notifications that pop up on Matt’s phone if it’s in her periphery in case they’re from that group chat that she’s sure they have that she’s not in. When a “closed set” sign suddenly appears on a day they’re not scheduled to be doing anything over there, she doesn’t ask why.

Still, when Matt takes the blindfold off after he’s carefully helped her stumble forward onto the set and she looks around, her jaw drops with surprise.

“I thought -- I thought you were just gonna get me a cake,” she says as she stares at everything they’ve prepared.

“Cake later,” Taliesin says as he takes her hand and leads her forward to the table, now carefully swathed in both plastic and fabric sheeting, towels laid out over part of it. “You’re our focus right now.”

“Wait, what?” Marisha says as she gets closer to the table and sees the various toys and supplies carefully lined up in the nook where Matt’s DM materials would normally be.

“You’ve been working so hard to give us this beautiful set. We owe you,” Liam says.

“And just think of what we can do in terms of ambience!” Sam chirps.

“Oh no. You are not fucking up my lighting for this,” Marisha says. “And…” she says, suddenly realizing exactly what they want to do here. On her brand new set. With its very expensive equipment and table that’s barely even had a coaster on it so far.

“We’ll be careful,” Laura promises, and everyone looks earnestly at Marisha and nods in agreement.

“And you know that table’s sturdy and stable,” Ashley says.

“Well, if it’s not, we’re about to find out,” Liam mutters.

“I -- I don’t -- “ Marisha says.

Travis steps forward. “Marisha. We’re gonna fuck around and no one’s gonna find out, okay?” His voice has that timbre that Marisha always thinks of as the CEO tone, and she can’t help but find her resolve weakening.

“Fine. But don’t make me regret this,” Marisha says.

“No ma’am,” Travis says with a grin and a wink.

“Of course not, Madam Creative Director,” Sam says immediately after, and the rest of them chorus agreement.

Marisha looks at all of them as they form a circle around her. “So. How are -- “ and she pauses and shakes her head, unable to complete the phrase. “What are we going to be doing?”

“We played rollies to determine the order,” Taliesin says with a grin that lights up his face.

Marisha laughs. “Of course you fucking did. What are the rest of you going to do while people take turns? Watch?”

“I actually do have to duck out and record a podcast really quickly?” Liam says. “I’ll just be in the map room, though. Sam’s promised to send me updates. So I said I’d go last or close to it.”

“Don’t peek,” Matt says sternly.

“I would never,” Liam says, sounding and looking horrified at the thought.

“So you’re going to go...record a podcast. During -- “ and Marisha gestures towards the table -- “An orgy?”

“Look, it was the only time we could make it work. I promise I’ll be quick about it. It’s not like when Sam and I try to make them and end up bullshitting for hours,” Liam says.

“Speaking of bullshitting,” Travis says, his voice stern and smooth, reminding Marisha of that time that he called her and informed her in no uncertain terms that she was going to stop live streaming. “I think we’ve done enough talking. It’s time to get started. Liam, you’re dismissed.”

Liam nods and darts forward and kisses Marisha affectionately but briefly before dashing away.

“Now then,” Travis says to Marisha. “Let’s get you naked.” He nods once, and everyone steps forward. It’s a coordinated effort, even if there is a little fumbling and giggling, and before she even really knows what’s happening, all of Marisha’s clothes are gone. Travis scoops her up easily and carries her over to the table, setting her down gently.

“Now then,” Travis says as he tips Marisha onto her back, his voice still completely sincere and slightly stern. “I’m sure you’re as concerned about safety during this process as we are. So, purely for your safety, we’re going to restrain you so that you can’t fall off.”

Marisha bites back a laugh. “Right. Safety first, after all.”

“Exactly,” Travis says, stepping back so that Taliesin can step forward. “I got you some new cuffs,” he says, holding up a pair of dark green leather ones. “It’s a special occasion, after all.”

“Yes, but how are you going to attach them to the table?” Marisha says.

“You act like we haven’t been planning this for several weeks,” Taliesin says. “Or like I’ve never restrained someone on a table before.”

“Just promise me you didn’t do anything permanent,” Marisha says even as Taliesin’s buckling the cuff around her left wrist.

“You wound me, madam,” Taliesin says as he moves to buckle one on her right wrist. “Like I would do anything to mar this gorgeous table. I know how important this is to you. To all of us.”

“You’re important to me, too,” Marisha says. “All of you are.”

“We know. Otherwise you wouldn’t put up with nearly so much of our bullshit,” Taliesin says, bending to brush his lips over hers before stepping back to finish restraining her arms. “I’m going to leave your legs free for now, unless you’d rather I don’t,” he says after he’s inspected his work.

“No, this is -- this is fine,” Marisha says, still trying to process where she is and what’s about to happen to her. On our gaming table, in our studio, run by the company we created. How is this my life?

Matt appears above her, bending over to give her an upside down kiss before saying, “Okay?”

“Yeah. Sure? Why not,” Marisha says.

“I won’t be far,” Matt says. “But I didn’t roll high.”

“For once,” Marisha calls after him.

Any/All- Formalwear Kink

[(Anonymous)]

So. I’m going to count the Variety shoot as Campaign 3 content. There are a few fics on AO3 based around the photo shoot, but do you know what I would really appreciate? A fic where certain cast members sneak off whenever they’re not posing for photos, and show their appreciation for how good their partner(s) look.

And of course — the clothes stay on.

Literally any combination of cast members is fine.

+ A threesome (or foursome, or orgy, if the spirit moves you) pairing involving one of the married couples
+ Teasing involving what they can/can’t do, because of course, they couldn’t possibly mess up each other’s hair and makeup, and promises to make up for it later
+++ Lots of dirty talk about how good their partner(s) look

"Looking Good and Feeling Fine," Sam/Liam, E, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Liam hasn't been able to keep his eyes off Sam since they changed, making a mental note to send Jenny the best fucking gift basket money can buy. She had given him a shit eating grin when Sam had pointed out how their outfits coordinated and Liam would have planted one on her then and there if they weren't surrounded by cameras.

"I look good." Sam croons at his own reflection, smoothing his hair back with one hand.

"Vain much?" Liam teases, hand squeezing Sam's hip briefly as he steps up behind him.

"You know I look good. I've felt your eyes on me ever since we got dressed."

"Mmm. I have to admit this is a very good look for you and I can't wait to drag you off and ravage you while they're busy taking pictures of someone else."

"Li –"

"Oh it's going to happen. As soon as I can find the time. Because I want to make you come in that fancy suit." Liam coos in Sam's ear.

"You have got to be kidding me! This is a photo shoot!" Sam hisses back at him.

"Just trust me." Liam says, kissing Sam's hair before stepping away.

They both get swept up in the hubbub for a while, lots of group shots being taken both near the bar and then in a small booth. The photographer wants single shots of the ladies afterwards and Liam hooks his hand around Sam's elbow, pulling him deeper into the booth and pressing him against a padded wall.

"Liam we can't!" Sam hisses, letting out a muffled whine when Liam's hand squeezes his cock through his trousers.

"Oh we can. We can and we will." Liam growls back, hands already fumbling at Sam's zipper.

He's true to his word, licking his palm before wrapping it around Sam's cock and stroking him with tight shallow strokes designed to drive Sam's to the edge as quickly as possible.

"Limi –" Sam gasps out, one hand grasping at Liam's jacket lapel.

"That's it Sammy, come on, give it up for me."

He kisses Sam as he feels his body lock up and shudder, swallowing the moans Sam can't quite hold back.

"Fuck." Sam gasps out, shivering again when Liam squeezes his spent cock briefly.

"Not right now but if you're a very good Sammy I'll think about it." Liam murmurs, kissing Sam again before very ostentatiously licking his fingers clean.

"How is that both hot and gross all at once?" Sam whines, hands trembling a little as he does up his zipper.

"I'm an enigma wrapped in a riddle." Liam says, adjusting himself with a wince.

"You know, maybe don't pop a boner when you're hung like a horse." Sam teases, laughing when Liam gives him the finger.

Marisha pokes her head into the booth, "Hey, we want to get some shots of the two of you."

"Oh, uh, sure?" Sam says, shuffling in front of Liam.

"Cool. Here is good I think, the colors will contrast nicely with your outfits." Marisha tosses out as she turns away to fetch the photographer.

"This is unfortunate." Liam grumbles, cursing the tightness of his pants.

"I got this. Just lean against the wall and I'll –" Sam flops on the bench and stretches his legs out across the small space. "See?"

"Knew there was a reason I married you." Liam says with a wink and a grin as the photo comes back with Marisha.

Liam/Anyone - Excited bounce

[(Anonymous)]

Liam moves and shifts and bounces with excitment constantly. Someone settles him into their lap. Maybe they like to feel him squirm, maybe they think the bouncing would be of better use on their cock.

+for sex
++for being at the new table

Re: Liam/Anyone - Excited bounce

[(Anonymous)]

This one I wrote is Liam/Sam. Something about this small action of Liam bouncing triggered something in me. This got strangely sentimental as well, but I hope you'll enjoy it OP.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36661375

Robbie/Any or All, welcoming the new member

[(Anonymous)]

Robbie may only be temporary, but the cast are more than eager to welcome him into their fun polycule once he gets the green light from his significant other.

I'd love to see Robbie's first time/s with the cast, either individually or as a group. I think he'd make a gorgeous bottom who acts confident at first but gets soft and submissive very easily.

The specifics are up to the filler, all I want is hot sexy loving times. I'm honestly just a Robbie simp and I'd love to see him taken apart.

+ If it's individual sexy times, the cast trying out different kinks with Robbie (I bet Taliesin could introduce him to some fun stuff)
++ Liam being a little bit in love with Robbie, praising him in abundance
+++ Any of the ladies pegging him

- Noncon or dubcon (cnc is more than fine), bathroom stuff

Re: Robbie/Any or All, welcoming the new member

[(Anonymous)]

Omg yes please!!😍🙏

Sam/any, service kink.

[(Anonymous)]

Sam wants to be of service, and one or more of his friends indulges him. Sexually or non-sexually, Sam gets put in his place, and his place is happily beneath someone.

Travis/Liam, facefucking

[(Anonymous)]

that's it, that's the prompt. travis grabbing liam's hair and using his mouth as a cumsleeve and liam loving every second of it

Re: Travis/Liam, facefucking

[(Anonymous)]

Whelp. I did a thing. I am not sure if it is terrible or I am, but here it is!
Oh good golly.




It was going to be one of those days.

It started with a hug that knocked the wind out of him. It came out of nowhere, he was walking into the lot just thinking about getting to his coffee, and then he was gasping for air and had an armful of Liam, warm and pressing against him. He didn’t have time to do more than let out a confused chuckle before a hand was warm on his neck and a kiss was pressed to his cheek, and then Liam was gone, darting off shouting a mix of hello and explanation. Smiling.

It was too goddamn early for smiling. He felt chilled in the line down his body where Liam had been pressed against him, bereft of that warmth.

Around lunch Travis had managed to get enough momentum to start really getting through what he needed to do for the day, but no one would have called him energetic. He couldn’t shake off the chill from the morning.

Normally that would be enough. He didn’t need to be energetic today.

Travis left his office, minding his own business, and that would have been fine. All he was doing was having a break and a warm coffee, settling into the couch near the coffee maker in case he wanted another.

There were chairs everywhere, no need for anyone to come break his moment of calm.

The couch squeaked its protest as a line of warmth pressed into his side. A leg passed over his, knee dangling between his. Liam was back, a half impish smile on his face that reminded him of Laura. Travis took another much needed sip of coffee.

“Long day, big man?” Liam's sweater covered hand fell on the back of the couch, strong fingers moving to lightly knead the muscle in his neck almost absently. And fuck, he was so warm.

“Nah, Just can really seem to spin up today.” He shivered without meaning to, more from the touch than the chill. Liam’s smile grew, a single eyebrow raising.

“Cold?” Liam didn’t wait for a response, already moving, crawling into his lap. A leg slipped between his own as his firm weight settled onto his lap. Chest to back he could settle his chin on Liam's shoulder if he wanted to, could bring his mouth to his neck. Maybe this is what he needed. Soft and warm and easy. But even as Liam moved, grabbing Travis’s arms and wrapping them around his own middle, slipping Travis’s hands up into the sweater, he was calling out to someone who had just entered the room. He caught the flash of that imp smile as Liam turned away from him.

Which is how Travis found himself being used as a chair as Liam had a conversation about the new art book.

And fuck he didn’t have the patience for this today. His hands hadn’t just been pushed into Liams sweater, but had slipped beneath his thin cotton t-shirt beneath, flat against the naked plane of his belly. He could feel the trail of hair leading lower. It would be so easy to slip his fingers beneath the line of his jeans. Now the thought was in his head it was hard to shake. They could go back to his office and he could sink into Liams warmth, fuck that impish smile off his face. Without thinking about it he wrapped his hands around the smaller man's sides, just above his hips, liking the feel of holding all of him in his hands at once.

And Liam kept talking.

Right. Sitting in his lap was apparently not an offer then.

Travis tried to shift Liam onto the couch beside him. He could go back and get some work down, or go slink into the bathroom to jerk off and carry on with his day.

But Liam pushed back into his hands, not letting himself be moved. Wiggling back until his ass was pressed against the increasingly firm bulge Travis was sporting. And then kept squirming like he was trying to find a comfortable way to sit. And still fucking talking to someone else.

Travis huffed out a slow breath, trying to look like a man who did not currently have a lapful of squirming, fuckable, heat and was certainly not affected by it. He felt the soft huff of laughter more than heard it. Liam looked over his shoulder, right into his eyes, and that little shit. He fucking winked.

With one last slow grind against his lap Liam stood, pulling his sweater down to hide his groin, but unable to do anything about the red flush staining his cheeks. He turned back to Travis with a smile that fucking knew what he was doing. “Sorry big man, gotta run.” And he left.

Travis finished his cold cup of coffee with a pillow in his lap.

He was almost done with his day. He was almost fucking done. He had gone back to his office with half of his blood supply redirected to his dick, which was not helpful, and worked on a frustratingly tall stack of paperwork that never seemed to shrink until his dick finally, finally, figured out that it was not needed. His phone chimed. He didn’t even think as he opened the first image.

A buttplug and a remote control.

The next photo the plug was gone, just the control left behind.

The next was just a picture of Liam's face and that goddamn smile.

The time stamp on the photo was less than a minute ago. He knew that background.

He caught Liam in the hallway, just a few steps from the bathroom.

“Oh hey-!” Liam's eyes were wide and just a little glassy. He hadn’t expected to see Travis here, hadn’t had time to put himself back together yet. The hallway was empty.

Travis pushed Liam into the wall, using his own body to pin him in place. He sunk his hand into the tight front pocket of Liams jeans, pulling out the remote. It was set to its lowest speed. He clicked on a higher vibration and watched as Liam gasped, his hands coming to Travis chest as the first wave of pleasure shot through him.

Travis didn’t wait for him to adjust. He took him by the back of the neck, firm and heavy, like a guilty puppy, and led him back to the bathroom, pushing him down onto the closed toilet seat before locking the door behind them.

Liam was gasping, squirming as the plug changed position inside him as he sat against the hard cover of the toilet. He was looking up at him, pupils blown wide, still with that fucking smile like he was in charge.

“Is this what you wanted?” Travis growled, grabbing Liam again by the back of the neck, watching him shudder under his touch. The nod was unnecessary, he knew what Liam needed. He let his voice change, dark and soothing, a promise of things to come. “Pushing your ass against me? Your whole body begging me to fuck you? To bend you over and take you in the middle of the goddamn break room so everyone can see what a slut you are for my fucking cock?” He clicked the remote in his off-hand. Making the vibrations spike higher. Liam let out a keen, arching his beck, fucking himself back onto the plug burried inside him. “Did you think of me as you fucked yourself open?” His words had the desired effect.

“Fuck yes.” Liam groaned, his fingers already going to the fly of his own jeans.

“No.” Travis clicked the remote again, sending it to its lowest setting, and slid it into his own pocket. He grabbed Liams wrists in his hands, making sure he squeezed hard enough for Liam to feel the ache of it, pulling them away from his tented jeans. Dazed brown eyes looked up at him, not quite understanding yet, still the hint of that smile on his lips, like he would get what he wanted.

“You don't touch unless I tell you to.” Travis knew how to make his voice cold, how to make people obey with a word. Liam squirmed and nodded. Mouth falling open just a little as he panted. Travis took the opportunity to grab his chin, to run his thumb over his lips where the last of that grin still lingered. “I am going to fuck that cute little smile right off your face.” He slid his thumb into Liam's mouth, just to stretch his lips open, just to see. Liam let him, cradling his sore wrists against his chest, keeping them well away from his pants. “I am going to fuck your throat and all you are going to get is that little plug you putt in yourself. I am going to use you as a goddamn cocksleeve because that is what you want isn't it?” He didn’t remove his thumb from Liam's mouth. He raised his eyebrow when Liam didn’t answer. He took out his thumb and slid two fingers into Liam's open mouth, pushing them back until Liam gagged softly, fucking them in and out a few times until they could hear the wet fucking sound they made as they slid inside. Travis removed his fingers. “I need an answer.”

Matt/Anyone gentle/tender feminization

[(Anonymous)]

Matt looks super good and comfortable dressed up as Laura, sweet sexytimes ensue with lots of affirmations about being a good girl and pretty.

Re: Matt/Anyone gentle/tender feminization

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Sam/any, lingerie

[(Anonymous)]

Sam's so clearly wearing a bra, and maybe after the show, he shows someone the matching panties.

+++ Daddy kink if Liam's his partner.
+ feminization/genderplay

"Line My Eyes and Call Me Pretty," Liam/Sam, post-C3E2, E, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The in-studio atmosphere while they’re getting ready to record the second episode could best be described as “rowdy.” They’ve already made plenty of jokes about method acting and staying in character and “If I make out with you while you’re dressed as me, is that masturbation or adultery?” with each other, and not even all of them are dressed yet.

Sam’s watching Robbie dressed as Matt watch Laura dressed as Robbie put lipstick on Matt dressed as Laura when he hears Liam step up behind him and feels Liam’s chin rest on his shoulder. “Hey there, creative director. There’s something different about you today,” Liam says, turning his head to kiss Sam’s still-furry cheek.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Sam says, keeping his voice light.

“Well, as long as I’ve got you here, maybe I can talk you into another season of All Work No Play,” Liam says.

Sam laughs. “You can talk Sam into it for sure. Marisha...well, you might want to go talk to ‘Taliesin.’”

Liam glances over to where Marisha’s still working on getting her hair into a faux-hawk with actual Taliesin’s assistance and smiles. “I’ll settle for my husband for now,” he says, kissing Sam’s bare shoulder. “Are you wearing a bra?” he asks, one hand sliding up and under Sam’s “Sleeves are Bullshit” shirt to find the strap.

“I believe it’s called a bralette,” Sam says.

“Please tell me you did not steal it from your wife,” Liam says immediately.

“Of course not! Hers wouldn’t fit,” Sam says.

“So first and cheapest hit on Amazon it was, then?” Liam says.

“I ordered it from the place where I’ve gotten some of my live show outfits,” Sam says.

“Well. Does it have matching underwear?” Liam asks as he snaps the strap before settling it back under Sam’s shirt.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out...” Sam says as he turns to run a fingertip across the name embroidered on Liam’s borrowed shirt, “...Daddy.”

Liam’s mouth opens silently for a moment and he blinks before shaking his head and saying, “Well. Mark me down for finding out, then.”

“Your place or mine?” Sam asks, fidgeting with his wig in an attempt to get it on straight again.

Liam steps forward and resettles the wig on Sam’s head, smoothing the red hair over his shoulders. “This wig, though… we’re gonna have to do something about that, dear. But now I need to get to the table before I drag you off into a corner and find out what you’ve got on under those leggings.” He pecks Sam on the lips quickly but affectionately and walks away.

Sam misses being directly next to Liam as he had been when they were previously at the campaign 2 table, but being able to look across the table at Liam isn’t so bad either. Liam definitely fills out Ashley’s shirt differently than Ashley does, the fit tighter across the chest and against his arms. Sam’s gaze keeps going back to the five yellow letters on the shirt, trying to force himself to ignore them and the ideas they inspire. Fortunately the game has plenty to keep him distracted from thoughts of what might happen after. Liam gives him another affectionate kiss before going to take his own seat at the table when they come back from break, but otherwise tries to keep his focus on the game.

Shooting during the day now means that they often can grab a few hours to themselves before they have to return to their other obligations, and even before they’d agreed on this group costume, Sam and Liam had blocked off a few hours in their calendars to spend time together. As everyone starts packing up to leave and the jokes and commentary starts up again, Sam realizes that he and Liam aren’t the only ones planning to engage in what they euphemistically refer to as “extracurricular activities” this afternoon as various groupings converge on each other and make their ways off set, most of them still in costume.

Liam’s already taken off the beanie and the glasses, so he leaves them in Ashley’s designated space in the studio bathroom before he meets Sam in the parking lot. Sam’s sans wig but still wearing his sleeveless shirt and leggings, although the drawn tattoos on his arms are starting to smear a little after five hours at the table.

“You didn’t change shirts?” Sam says.

“You seem to enjoy me in this,” Liam says. “And I need to wash it before it goes back to Ashley, anyways. Unless she wants to smell it to find out who wore it.”

Sam snorts at the last remark but then says, “I do enjoy you in a tight shirt. But I also enjoy you out of one,” as they head for his car.

“Wait,” Liam says as Sam leans forward to start the engine. Sam moves back and Liam leans over and kisses Sam, and this time it’s way more than briefly affectionate. “Been wanting to do that for hours,” Liam says after he pulls away.

Sam’s suddenly aware that his leggings won’t leave much to the imagination if they keep making out like teenagers in the front seat. “Let’s -- let’s go somewhere more private,” he says.

“Does my office count?” Liam says.

“Yes,” Sam says as he finally starts the car. “I just have one question, though.”

“Yes?” Liam says.

“Do you have something on under that shirt, Daddy?” Sam says, forcing himself to keep himself focused on getting out of the parking lot instead of watching Liam’s reaction.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out, Samantha,” Liam says.

Sam swallows hard and hopes that the traffic isn’t too terrible because he’s not sure he can wait much longer.

Liam’s bouncing a little in his seat by the time they finally pull into his driveway and once they’re out of the car, he takes Sam’s hand and leads him quickly up the stairs to his detached office. “Here we are,” he says, gesturing around the small room.

“Aw, you got the sofa bed ready already,” Sam says.

“Only the best for my girl,” Liam says with a grin. “Now then. I wanna know what you’ve got on under those leggings.”

“Like you can’t tell?” Sam says.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Liam says, his grin getting more wicked.

“That seems fair,” Sam says, “But I kinda like you in that shirt. It accentuates your assets.”

“Such as they are,” Liam says as he fidgets with a button.

“They are fantastic is what they are,” Sam says as he reaches up and undoes the button that Liam’s fidgeting with. “And I was promised a peek of what you’ve got under it.” His fingers drift inside the gap he’s created and encounter nothing but Liam’s chest hair.

“Sorry to disappoint, but this was tight enough that wearing anything under it would not have ended well on camera,” Liam says.

“I am not disappointed,” Sam says. “I just hope I won’t disappoint you in return.”

“You could never,” Liam says, his hand sliding around to grope Sam’s ass. “These leggings really work for you. You should wear them more often. But I want to see what’s under them.”

“Well then,” Sam says. “Go ahead.”

“I get to unwrap this present? Lucky me,” Liam says as he hooks a thumb into Sam’s waistband and tugs the leggings down, snorting when Sam hums “Dick in a Box” as he does so. Liam then peels Sam’s tank top off and steps back, his gaze raking over Sam from head to toe. Sam’s got a black bralette trimmed with lace and matching black lace panties that Liam realizes are a thong when he steps around to view Sam from the back.

“Well?” Sam says, his voice soft.

“Goddamn, Samantha,” Liam says. “But...wasn’t that uncomfortable?” he asks, gesturing towards Sam’s ass.

“You know, it really wasn’t,” Sam says. “I thought it might be, but Marisha was right.”

“Are those -- they can’t be…?” Liam says.

“Oh no,” Sam says. “Hers would have been way too small for me and also I don’t think that she and I are at the level of underwear friends. But she suggested them when I asked.”

“Did she get to see you in them?” Liam asks.

“Oh no. Her interests definitely were and are elsewhere right now,” Sam says.

“Good, because I want to be the only one who sees you like this,” Liam says, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his tone.

“Of course, daddy,” Sam says with a soft smile.

“Goddammit, Samantha, the things you do to me,” Liam says fervently, making quick work of removing his clothes before striding forward and bearing Sam backwards with him onto the sofa bed. They make out frenetically for a while, hands roaming everywhere, hours of anticipation finally coming to fruition.

“I can -- I can take this off,” Sam says when Liam begins mouthing at his left nipple through the fabric of the bralette.

“Eventually,” Liam says. “My girl looks too pretty like this for me to want to take it off right now.”

Sam makes a soft noise and Liam looks up to study Sam’s face. “Too much?” he asks. They hadn’t really talked much about this -- well, except during the extended dirty talk sessions which happened when their only sexual outlet with each other was FaceTime masturbation sessions for almost two years -- and Liam wants to be sure.

“No,” Sam says, his voice soft but fierce. “No, this is -- this is good. You’re good. And we talked about this.”
“We said a lot of things when we were quarantined and horny,” Liam says as he kisses over to the other side of Sam’s chest. “That doesn’t mean we have to do them. Or that either of us are bendy enough to accomplish some of them.”

“Pretty sure all that pandemic yoga made you more than capable of going down on me,” Sam says, his hand stroking through Liam’s hair.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet girl?” Liam asks, looking up at Sam again, his gaze sharpening.

“Yeah. With the panties on, Daddy?” Sam asks, his fingers tightening a little in Liam’s hair before releasing.

Liam slides down the bed without another word and gets to work, and Sam moans at the new sensation of Liam’s mouth filtered through the thin lace. Eventually Liam pauses to grab the lube, nudging the thong aside so that he can use his fingers in combination with his mouth.

“Say it,” Liam says as he slides his fingers out and moves back up the bed, looming over Sam.

“Do I have to?” Sam says, albeit slightly raggedly.

Liam nods.

“It’s such a cliche,” Sam says.

“Still wanna hear it,” Liam says.

Sam sighs mock-dramatically before batting his eyelashes and saying, “Fuck me, Daddy.” He can’t even get the entire sentence out without sniggering.

Liam laughs but then his expression sobers again. “Like you mean it, Samantha.”

“Are you directing me right now?” Sam asks.

“Isn’t that a daddy’s job?” Liam says. “But. If you want to join team back door or team full frontal or whatever it is we’re calling it today, I want you to ask me for it. Nicely.”

“Fine,” Sam says, clearing his throat before looking up at Liam, his expression made even softer by the smudged remains of his eye makeup. “Fuck me, Daddy? Please?” he says, his voice soft and coaxing.

“That’s all I needed to hear, dear,” Liam says, bending down to kiss Sam before he straightens back up, tugging Sam into a position where Sam’s legs are draped over Liam’s hips, and begins to fuck him. He uses one hand to rub at Sam’s cock through the front of his panties, saying, “You might as well make a mess in these. They’re already wrecked.”

“Tell me,” Sam says.

“Oh, now you want direction?” Liam says with a quirk of a smile. “Fine,” he says, his voice dropping low again. “Come for me, Samantha,” he says, his hand moving faster.

“Yes, Da -- oh fuck,” Sam says, trailing off into incoherence as his orgasm washes over him, wetness blooming on the front of his panties as he comes.

Liam growls then, moving his hand away, dropping down and holding himself up on his forearms as he thrusts hard and fast a few more times before he comes as well.

“Was that what you wanted?” Liam asks a while later while they’re still comfortably tangled together, Sam’s head on Liam’s shoulder.

“Absolutely. It can be Halloween all year as far as I’m concerned,” Sam says.

“Too much of anything gets boring. But...send me the link to where you got this. I might have some ideas for next time,” Liam says, one hand idly fidgeting with the bralette strap.

“Christmas is coming,” Sam says hopefully.

Liam laughs. “We can talk about you being an elf on the shelf later. I want a nap before we have to go.”

Liam/Matt, touch starved

[(Anonymous)]

The reason Liam seemed to enjoy the whisper in ep 2 so.much is because Matt sneaks in as many kisses and nibbles as he possibly can and because of the whole plague situation it's been a long time since they were able to get up to those sort of shenanigans on camera.

+Matt does that to everyone so they all know exactly what Liam is feeling.

++It's been such a long time, that Liam is hard enough to pound nails for the rest of the game.

Re: Liam/Matt, touch starved

[thegreyangel]

"With an erection hard enough to hammer through the drywall"?

Liam/any, watersports, primal play(?)

[(Anonymous)]

After so long not being allowed to touch a partner of his, Liam wants to go a little "feral" when they next get the opportunity to sleep together. Toppy, possessive Liam utterly ravaging a partner of his and "scent marking" them with his piss.

Bonus points for predator/prey vibes and/or a little bit of noncon roleplay, where his partner struggles a little bit at least initially before submitting.
Bonus bonus points for somft aftercare.

Re: FILL, Liam/Taliesin, E, watersports, primal play, D/S

[(Anonymous)]

Hi! First fill on a kink meme, pls be nice! Unbeta’d bc I don’t know anyone to send RPF to, lol/sigh.

In writing, I found I had two sorta seperate peices- one that focused more heavily on the watersports, and one that was more emotional release. I tried smushing them into one big scene to no avail, so will post them seperately
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Time had begun to go sort of floaty.

Kneeling in front of Liam, vulnerable, naked at the foot of the bed. Taliesin could feel his hands tremor, metal of the ring of keys digging into his palms behind his back, and he sinks down lower, shrinking beneath Liam’s powerful gaze.

He’s so tall, like this, and it makes Taliesin feel very, very small. Just being in his presence again, like this, was overwhelming.

The rhythmic jerking sound of skin against skin above him hiccups in it’s pace, as Liam’s hand closes around the back of his hair, tilting his face up from where his gaze had become unfocused.

“Be good for me, now.”


The first splash is hot, so hot, striking him on his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut in shame. The heat spreads, a flush of humiliation rising in his cheeks as his chest gets tight.

Face still held carefully tilted up, he feels a trickle running down his neck, shoulders, the scent sharp and humiliating. His mouth falls open in a silent groan to mirror the one sounding above him, and he feels his own cock twitch in his lap, bare to the world.

The hand on the back of his head pushes him forward, and his eyes flutter open to the sight of Liam’s hard cock being mashed against his face, Liam’s hips thrusting up against the soft skin of his cheek, the prickle of stubble.

He feels Liam’s ballsack smush into his skin, another spurt of pee hitting just above his hairline as the other man groans and presses Taliesin’s face closer to his groin.

Taliesin feels so hot, hot all over, a counter to the beginning chill of his damp skin. He mouths softly at Liam’s balls, feeling his hips press up in a twitching response before pulling back, Liam’s hands pulling his hair and beneath his chin to tilt his head up again. 


“Look at me,” A low murmur, something indistinct, “Now clean up your mess.” Intense brown eyes meet his own, with a nod to Liam’s dick hard between them,

Taliesin whimpers his agreement, before Liam thrust his hips insistently again, and Tal leans forward to mouth at the head of his dick, reeking of urine, with a bitter ammonia taste.

Suckling, swallowing softly, until the ammonia taste fades to skin, and then the familiar bitter-salt of Liam’s precum, spurting out onto his tongue.

Feeling himself get pulled off again, he moves to lick up and down the sides, before he’s pulled off of Liam’s dick entirely and shoved unceremoniously down, taking his cue to begin licking at Liam’s balls.

Being used like this, bossed around like this, put entirely at the other man’s mercy and focus- god, this was heady.

Lapping at the soft fuzz of the other man’s balls, Taliesin allows himself to get messy, more and more drool flooding his mouth and the space between the thighs that were his entire world right now.

Shifting his weight, he felt the twinge of his knees protesting. Dull pain beginning to sharpen, at least he knew enough by now to catch these warnings early.

He shook the keys in his hand, not dropping them, and Liam withdrew the press of his hands, drawing his hips back from the other man’s face to peer down concernedly.

“Knees are starting to hurt,” Taliesin explains, not a little sheepishly.

“Just the knees?”

“Yeah- everything else is great”

“Hmm, ok. Want to lie down?” Liam said, shaking the concern off of his face to be overtaken by that hunger once more. Tightening his grip at the back of Taliesin’s mohawk, he lowers his voice back to the growl that set Taliesin’s stomach alight.

“Enough. On the bed.”

Obeying, Taliesin accepts the offered hand to haul himself up from his kneeling position on the memory foam mat. Sitting on the edge of the bed until the ache subsides, he sets the keys down on the floor before laying back

Table Circle Jerk Everyone/Everyone

[(Anonymous)]

Its so easy to reach out and touch now, so why not a little lower than the camera can see? Sitting at the table, whether at a live game or at a meeting listening to Matt, someone starts it. They reach over and start jerking off the person next them, until it goes around the table. Everyone trying to keep their face calm and not let on what is happening just out of view.

+ first person that finishes sneaks until the table to finish people with their mouth.

(Totally inspired by the ever-touching Laura, Liam, Talisen line at the bottom.)

Travis/all, scent kink

[(Anonymous)]

Of all the cast, Travis would be the one most likely to be able to identify who'd worn an article of clothing by scent. Or, Travis loves the smell of his friends sweaty and well-fucked.

+ Top/dom Travis
+ Eating his own cum out his partner's hole(s)
+ overstim for partners

you don't have to actually write Travis fucking every individual cast member, so long as the implication that he's fucked the lot of them is there. if you want to focus on a specific individual, I'd prefer Ashley or Sam.

Re: Travis/all, scent kink

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, I didn't know I needed this until now. (Although I DID say "wow, the kink meme will love that" after his comment last Thursday.)

Now my Trashley heart is aflutter with the possibilities.

The Baileyhams/Robbie

[(Anonymous)]

Oh gods. I just finished episode 3 and the Baileyhams' adoration of Robbie made me feel some type of ways. The casual leans and touches, the heart eyes. The ad bit. Travis called Robbie baby last episode. Laura being so fond of and praising Dorian/Robbie constantly. I just want to see them loving on him a little, however which way. Pretty please guys.

+ Both of them having a little crush on him and discuss/asking him to join a fun romp? Could be sweet, funny and horny, as per their usual energy.

- Nothing dark would be nice, but as long as it's all consented between all parties involved, it's alright.

Re: The Baileyhams/Robbie

[(Anonymous)]

seconded!

Taliesin/Anyone, Soft

[(Anonymous)]

So I can't get the image of Taliesin wearing Liam's clothes out of my head - he just looked so huggable. I'd love for something involving him being taken care of/doted on/sweet-talked by one (or more) of the other cast members. Slight pref for Liam or Matt, but anything goes!

+ this being a reversal - Taliesin is usually the one taking care of the other cast members' needs, particularly kink-wise, so it'd be extra sweet if this comes up as a reason/talking point somewhere
+ multiple cast members taking turns with Tal
+++ body positivity - Tal's a bit soft and I would love of his partner(s) played up how much they love this about him

- no scat/bathroom play please
- nothing too rough/painful, please - a focus on something a bit more gentle is the idea c:

Re: Taliesin/Anyone, Soft

[thegreyangel]

Would a reader insert be acceptable?

Travis/Robbie - Just Some Friendly Flirting/Teasing

[(Anonymous)]

In Sam’s ad in episode 3, Robbie “remembers” Travis flirting with him, and says something that makes Travis swoon. At some point after filming that bit, Travis cracks a joke that Sam only wrote that joke because of Robbie’s super obvious and massive crush on him. Robbie, in turn, insists that Sam wrote the joke because Travis is the one who has a crush on him.

And so, because neither one of them have a crush at all, no sir, no way, this becomes a little inside joke between themselves, and they take turns trying to “charm” the other. They compete to see who can be the cheesiest flirt, they tease each other by holding hands or playing footsie during the game, and one of them even shows up to the studio with a bouquet of red roses as a sign of their undying affection. (For example — include whatever you’d like.)

Whether it all ends in a bashful, friendly truce where they both admit that yeah, sure, they might have a crush on each other, or if it end by them resolving their previously unresolved sexual tension, that’s up to you :)

+++ Laura sees everything and thinks it’s hilarious, but also that her husband is so loveably oblivious
- anything that implies their wives don’t know/don’t accept whatever they’re doing

Matt/Sam, "DM's pet", d/s

[(Anonymous)]

Sam's an incorrigible brat in most other aspects of his life, but when he and Matt are together, he's Matt's well trained and obedient pet.

Bonus points if this took Matt by surprise when they first started sleeping together.

Re: Matt/Sam, "DM's pet", d/s

[(Anonymous)]

yes please

Matt/Taliesin, Touch-starved

[(Anonymous)]

I would love to see a story Tal's spent the absolute worst year forgetting what it's like to be touched, and Matt remedying that. Fantastic possibilities to include: body worship, overstimulation, Matt taking charge (love a little role reversal). Things I would prefer not included: age play, watersports, insults.

Just please give me Matt reminding Tal how much he's loved and treasured after a genuinely shit year.

Re: Matt/Taliesin, Touch-starved

[(Anonymous)]

Second this!

Laura/Robbie- quick BJ at break

[(Anonymous)]

Laura decides to reward Robbie for his excellent role play. Laura found all that flirting last episode hot and decided she wanted some of Robbie for herself.

"Breaktime BJ" Laura/Robbie

[(Anonymous)]

It was break time. Everyone was grabbing snacks and using the bathroom.

“Hey Robbie,” Travis called. “Laura said she needed to talk to you about something, she’s over at the Talks couch.”

“Okay,” Robbie nodded and made his way through the studio. He found Laura sitting on the couch. She grinned mischievously when she saw him and waved him to come sit beside her.

“Hey, I haven’t done something wrong have I?” he said, half-joking as he sat.

“Oh god no, the opposite actually. You’ve been doing great and fit right in.”

“Thanks, that’s good to hear.”

“In fact you’ve been doing so well I wanted to say well done in a special way.”

Robbie gulped. There was something in the way she was looking at him and the way she had said that that made something flutter in his chest.

“Oh?” Was all he could manage.

Laura got in closer and whispered. “I was thinking I could suck your cock.”

Robbie cleared his throat. “Do we, uh, have time?”

“Won’t be the first breaktime blowjob I’ve given.” Laura said. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to, obviously. I just wanted to do something nice for you and not to brag I’m really good at sucking dick.”

“Well, when you put it like that...as long as we’re not holding everyone up.”

“No one will mind Travis will have already told them we’re busy,” Laura took a hair-tie from her pocket and quickly put her hair into a messy ponytail.

Robbie looked around, none of the crew or cast were in sight, he was alone with Laura. “Where do you want me?” he asked, trying to sound cooler than he felt.

“Right there is good,” she patted him on the knee. Laura stood, took off her top and tossed it onto the empty space beside Robbie. She did the same with her bra. Robbie felt a warm rush in his blood. Laura gave him a grin and said. “Stop staring at my boobs and get your cock out “

“Yes ma’am,” Robbie chuckled. He hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Laura helped pull them and his underwear down around his ankles. Robbie had the sudden fear that this might be a prank. Was Sam about to jump out with glee and snap a Polaroid of him with his pants down?

Laura slid her hand up the inside of his thigh and cupped his balls.

Okay, probably not a prank.

“Very nice,” she said. With the fingers of her other hand she lightly caressed his semi-hard cock. She knelt in front of him. “When you’re going to come let me know. I want every drop in my mouth.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he nodded. His cock was rapidly hardening. He was surprised to find that rather than being put off by the exposed feeling of being on a couch where anyone could walk in it was instead a new kind of thrill.

With feather-light touches her fingertips travelled up and down his dick. She kissed the top of his thigh. “I’d like to tease and take it nice and slow. Enjoy every moment.” Laura kissed the tip of his cock and looked up to meet his eyes. “But we don’t have time for that,” she flashed him a grin then took hold of his cock firmly. “So quick and dirty it is “ She leaned in and took the head of his hard penis in her mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” Robbie groaned. She sucked as she took him deeper. Then Laura pulled back, holding his cock firmly while she swirled her tongue around the head. “Yes Laura yes.” She took him back in her mouth, steadily sliding her lips down his shaft. He expected her to stop but she didn’t. Laura made a gagging sound and took him all the way in. When she pulled back his cock was wet with spit.

Laura worked Robbie’s cock in quick strokes and she alternated sucking and swirling her tongue around the head. She made a happy humming noise and took him deep again. His hips jerked up instinctively. With filthy wet gagging and slurping sounds she fucked him with her mouth. Her hand slipped down to softly squeeze his balls.

Robbie grabbed at the sofa cushions. Laura hadn’t been kidding. She was extremely talented. He sucked on his bottom lip and, conscious of the cast and crew nearby, he tried to hold in his noises of pleasure.

Laura pulled back, a line of drool dripped from her lips to his cock before she breathlessly said “Don’t hold back.” She dipped down and from bottom to top traced one of the most prominent veins on his cock with the tip of her tongue.

“I won’t, your mouth is incredible.”

“I know,” she smiled with a radiant confidence.

She sealed her lips around his cock, greedily sucking, her cheeks hollowing. She looked up at him, her eyes hungry. With her tongue, lips and tight strokes of her hand she went to town on him.

He huffed incoherent words and moans. He managed to almost growl “Getting close.”

Laura took a few deep breaths through her nose then pressed on, taking him all the way to the back of her throat then further still. Her eyes watered. Her head bobbed, her mouth sliding up and down his length. Every few strokes she took him fully in

“God Laura,” he rolled his hips up to meet her mouth, the feeling of pressure and urgency built. So close, he was so fucking close.

Robbie came while she had him deep. He groaned loudly, the fact that someone might hear him wasn't a concern any more. She held him there until he was spent. Laura eased back and let his cock slip out from between her lips. She swallowed and settled back on her heels. She looked smug and, justifiably, pleased with herself.

Laura gave him a moment then patted his knee. “Pants up buddy, we’ve got the second half to play.”

“Yeah, right, the show,” he nodded. Robbie rubbed his eyes. Laura stood, snatched up her bra and top and quickly redressed. Robbie was slower, Laura was fully dressed by the time he stood and made himself presentable again.

They arrived back at the table to knowing looks. Travis welcomed him to his seat with a hearty slap on the back.

Just before they were rolling again Sam gleefully said “Laura you have jizz on your face.”

Robbie looked flustered and Laura quickly wiped her mouth with the back of hand, even though she knew her face was clean, while the others laughed and Matt tried his best to launch into his intro to the second half of the episode.

Sam/Liam, petplay.

[(Anonymous)]

Sam is begging for it at this point.

Bonus points for going all out with accessories. Collar, ears, tail plug, etc. Some lingerie if they're feeling fancy.

Liam/Sam, rimming

[(Anonymous)]

Sam: do you wanna see my butthole?

Liam: YES

Liam takes Sam up on his offer after the show.

+ Liam coaxing Sam into trying some facesitting.
+ general focus on ass play, rimming, fingering. Maybe even trying to get Sam to come untouched.

Re: Liam/Sam, rimming

[revanik]

Seconded👌

Laura and Liam twinies back together both getting railed

[(Anonymous)]

Laura and Liam are so cuddly and affectionate at the table. I want to see them side by side, holding hands,hugging,kissing, comforting/supporting each other ect. as they get fucked by another cast member.

Multiple people with them, just one person taking turns with both of them, you decide!

+If whoever is fucking them finds watching them touch each other hot.

Re: Laura and Liam twinies back together both getting railed

[(Anonymous)]

seconded, yes please

Any/any, cumplay

[(Anonymous)]

The cast gets inspired after all their jizz talk from episode 5.

thoughts: Sam getting "punished" for starting it with a facial from Matt and/or the other dudes. Any member of the cast getting bukkaked. Cum marking. Snowballing. Anything with the cast having fun, giggly sex with a focus on jizz.

Robbie/Travis (or anybody), Nordverse possession

[(Anonymous)]

It's to the point where I don't know if the Nordverse stuff should be RPF or campaign prompts, but if the real first names are involved I guess RPF's fine.


Robbie's possession is going to take a lot of physical hacking from Number 2 to scan for viruses and defrag.


Alternately - the troll takes over more bodies and makes them all bang.

marisha/matt/taliesin

[(Anonymous)]

been thinking about marisha and taliesin working together to top the hell out of matt

++ light d/s
++ praise kink
++ both of them punishing him for misbehaving/rewarding him for being good
+++++++++ tal directing matt through eating marisha out
++++++++++++++ matt is a begging, wrecked mess by the end

Laura/Travis (or Any) - Size Queen

[(Anonymous)]

That Gilmore statue isn't the only 12 inches Laura enjoys.

Laura having fun with a huge dick is the whole prompt. Laura/Travis is the main pairing I thought of but good with others including female with a big strap-on.

Re: Laura/Travis (or Any) - Size Queen

[(Anonymous)]

Yes yes x1000 yes