CR Campaign Three: RPF Prompts

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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 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.

Re: "The Start of Something Beautiful," Marisha/everyone, new set, E, 2/3

[(Anonymous)]

It’s Ashley who’s first to appear once Matt leaves, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the table, her legs swinging as she looks down at Marisha. “If I had to pick a time to roll well, I’m glad it was now, because I do not want to wait any longer after seeing you like this,” she says.

“We… we haven’t done this in a while,” Marisha says as she looks up at her.

“Yeah, and let me tell you, that felt hella weird when the two of us were romancing each other in game,” Ashley says. “Goddamn pandemic.”

“Yeah,” Marisha says with a soft sigh, her expression clouding.

Ashley gently boops her on the nose. “Hey now. No moping over the past. We’re gonna have a good time today and then we’re all gonna go drink a lot of post-sex margaritas.”

“Is that the plan?” Marisha says.

“Yes. So let’s go,” Ashley says before she leans down and kisses Marisha hard on the mouth.

After that it feels like Ashley’s mouth and fingers are everywhere -- on her lips, on her neck, on her breasts, on her thighs, on her clit, in her pussy. She’s so eager and so excited that Marisha’s nervousness quickly fades away into excitement and then into a short sharp shock of bliss as Ashley makes her come.

“How was that?” Ashley says as she lifts her head from between Marisha’s legs.

“Fuck,” Marisha groans. “Come here?”


Ashley sits up and perches so that Marisha can see her shiny face and mussed hair, and gives Marisha a sunshiny smile.

“Don’t I get to return the favor?” Marisha asks, her voice a little ragged.

“Maybe later. We agreed everyone was just pleasing you for now,” Ashley says with a grin. “The rest of us can enjoy each other while we wait.”

“Tell the next person to bring me a pillow or something. I don’t like being able to only see the lighting rig,” Marisha says, trying to sound commanding to cover up the emotion about to choke her voice as she looks up at Ashley and realizes how much she’s missed her.

“Yes ma’am,” Ashley says with a grin, blowing Marisha a kiss before she walks away.

***

Taliesin arrives next -- although Marisha’s pretty sure that most of the rest of her friends are still within earshot or eyesight, even if she can’t quite hear or see them -- carrying a Gilmore throw pillow scrounged from the old Talks Machina couch. “As you requested, my lady,” he says.

“What, you couldn’t find the Matt body pillow?” Marisha quips.

“If you really want that, I’ll go get it,” he says.

“No, I think I’m good enough with this version of Matt and one of his NPCs under my head,” Marisha says, lifting her head so that Taliesin can put the pillow under it, lifting her hair so that it spreads over and off the table in a russet waterfall. He fusses over the pillow, adjusting it a bit, until she declares that she’s fine. Now she can more easily glance around the set, and also see Taliesin as he walks around the table, bending over the array of supplies they’ve set up in Matt’s DM nook.

“Do you have a preference?” he calls.

“Surprise me,” she says, realizing that she might come to regret that, but then she mentally shrugs, since physically doing so is a bit difficult at the moment. She’s known Taliesin for over a decade now, and they’ve done all sorts of weird things together, from Burning Man art installations to audience participation theater where she played a deranged Tinkerbell to all sorts of questionable antics at other times and other places.

“You’ve got that thoughtful look on your face,” Taliesin says as he walks over.

“Can’t do much else but think at the moment,” Marisha says, wiggling her fingers at him.

“True. I’ll have to fix that,” Taliesin says. “Can I hurt you a little?”

“God, yes please,” Marisha says, hoping that an overload of sensation will drive out some of the feelings that keep threatening to distract her from having the good time her friends clearly want her to have.

“Don’t break her,” someone calls, and Marisha’s pretty sure that it’s Travis.

“I have done this before,” Taliesin calls back. “I think you were even there once.”

“We agreed that what happened at Burning Man stayed there,” Travis calls back.

“Ignore the peanut gallery,” Taliesin says to her as he stands near her head, his hair flopping forward a little as he bends his head down. “I can send them away if you’d rather.”

“No, this is… this is nice,” Marisha says.

“Nice. That is entirely the wrong word for what we’re trying to do here. Fortunately I’m here to help,” Taliesin says as he holds up a pair of nipple clamps.

“Did we just have those lying around the studio?” Marisha asks.

“Of course not. These are from my personal collection and they’re going home with me afterwards,” Taliesin says as he fiddles with them for a moment before he teases her nipples to peaks with his fingers and tongue and puts them on. He makes them a little tighter than he normally does, and Marisha’s grateful for the sharp distraction from the thoughts that won’t stop running through her head.

“Stingy or thuddy?” Taliesin asks as he holds up a black crop and a purple flogger.

“Do I have to choose?” Marisha says.

“Well, I can’t do both at once, so you do have to pick which one first,” he says with a shrug.

“Stingy then. But not too much since I imagine there are other people coming after you,” she replies.

“Nothing gets by you,” he says as he sets the flogger down but keeps the crop in his hand. He taps it against his hand a few times, and Marisha feels a rush of anticipation at the sound.

Taliesin doesn’t hit her for very long but instead leaves a very precise line of stripes down both of her thighs, drawing sharp inhales and low moaned exhales from her with each one. Marisha squirms and tries to press them together as he steps back to pick up the flogger.

“You can come when I’m done,” he says, idly flicking the left nipple clamp and causing her to gasp, but he doesn’t sound annoyed that she’s seeking out more sensation. He brushes the thick tips of the flogger over her existing marks, grinning wickedly when she shivers. “You still want me to hit you more or do you just want me to finger you until you scream?” he asks.

“The second one. Definitely the second one,” Marisha says.

Taliesin immediately drops the flogger and moves forward. “As my lady wishes, then,” he says as his hand slides between her thighs.

***
“We kept rolling the same,” Laura says when she and Travis come over. “So we decided to just go with it.”

Travis shrugs, but Marisha can tell that he’s staring at the marks on her thighs, and she’s not surprised when his hand darts out and pokes at one.

Laura smacks at Travis’s hand. “Beebee. At least ask first.”

“Sorry?” Travis says, but he doesn’t sound it.

“It’s fine,” Marisha says, still pleasantly buzzed on endorphins and her last orgasm. “Show me what you got.”

Travis and Laura turn to each other and engage in a fast round of boulder parchment shears; Travis wins. He ignores Laura’s pout and repositions Marisha on the table so that her lower body is almost hanging off the edge of it before he drops to his knees.

“Oh fuck,” Marisha moans as his mouth descends on her pussy. As much as Travis can get distracted, when he’s going down on someone his focus narrows to pleasing them, and she knows he’ll stay there until he’s told to stop. She can feel his beard rubbing against her sensitive bits and she shivers with anticipation.

Laura gets onto the table next to Marisha and lies down on her side so that the two of them can kiss and Laura can play with Marisha’s breasts, her nipples still sensitive from the clamps Taliesin had used before. Marisha comes while Laura’s murmuring alternating praise and filth in her ear about what a good little slut she’s being for them and Travis is eagerly sucking on her clit, his hands kneading her thighs and pressing into the marks Taliesin left.

“You okay?” Laura asks Marisha after she gently nudges Travis’s head away with her foot and he sits back on his heels to wipe his face.

“I -- yeah?” Marisha says, her voice breaking a little. “I just missed -- I missed you all so much. What we used to -- you know?”

“I miss the home games too,” Laura says with a saucy wink, but her eyes are also bright with unshed tears.

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

[(Anonymous)]

Marisha expects Sam to make a joke, but Sam decides to surprise her with sincerity instead, smoothing her hair, offering a drink of water, asking her if she wants another pillow.

“Stop stalling,” Travis calls, and Laura hushes him.

“Actually, could you unclip the cuffs? I need to stretch a little,” Marisha says.

Sam glances over towards who Marisha assumes is Taliesin, even though he’s out of her line of sight, and then moves to unclip the cuffs for her. Marisha stretches out her arms and then pushes herself up into a sitting position, letting her legs dangle off the side of the table. “Come here,” she says to Sam.

Sam steps forward and Marisha pulls him into a long kiss to a general chorus of approbation. “I’ve enjoyed taking what you all give me, but I think I miss being the one in charge,” she says when she lets him up for air. “Can you do what I tell you to do instead of whatever you had in mind?”

“Is this revenge for some of my ads?“ Sam asks with a lopsided grin.

“No. I’m not that cruel. Although it is tempting to go find those clothespins again,” Marisha says, and laughs as Sam cringes in remembrance.

“Yes. I can do whatever you tell me to do,” Sam says, and Marisha’s struck again by the complete sincerity in his tone. Sam does love to be of service, she thinks.

“I thought so,” she says before leaning forward to murmur in his ear.

“Whispers!” Matt calls. “I thought those were my job.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asks her.

“This is all about me and what I want, right?” Marisha says. “And I want this.”

***

Liam comes in after his podcast recording is over, hair slightly mussed from wearing his headphones, to find Marisha on all fours on the table with Sam fucking her from behind, one hand tangled in her hair. “Well. I guess all our concerns about table sturdiness have been answered,” Liam says as he stares at the two of them. “But I thought…”

“Marisha decided to take matters into her own hands. Or, uh, other body parts,” Ashley says.

“Far be it from me to argue, then,” Liam says as he sets his bag down.

“Get over here,” Marisha calls to him. “I have plans for you.”

Marisha knows Liam gets sentimental during sex regardless of the time, place, or number of participants, but seeing him tear up while he’s watching his husband fuck her in the middle of their brand new set causes something to twist inside her as well.

“Hey, bestie,” he says as he kneels down by her head.

“Hey yourself,” she says a little breathlessly.

“Looks like I missed a lot of the fun,” he says, stroking a stray lock of hair out of her face.

“Oh, I’m sure people will be happy to fill you in,” Marisha says with an arched eyebrow.

Liam laughs softly before rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his green cardigan. “Enough of me being a sap. What do you want me to do?”

“Take Sam’s place.”

“Right now?” Liam asks.

“Yeah. Someone else will take care of him if you don’t want him to wait for you,” Marisha says.

Liam nods and walks around the table, stepping to stand on his toes just a little to whisper in Sam’s ear before kissing Sam affectionately. Sam nods and pulls out, the movement as graceful as if they’ve blocked this out beforehand.

“Wait,” Liam says as he steps forward.

“For what?” Marisha says.

“This,” Liam says before he rolls her over and goes to his knees to bury his face in her pussy.

Marisha has a brief concern for the combination of the concrete floor and Liam’s janky knee before she forgets about everything else but how Liam’s very determined to get another orgasm out of her.

***

Later Marisha wonders if Matt really rolled lowest enough to have to go last, or if he just chose to be last. After Liam went down on her, they ended up fucking on the table, finishing with him on his back on the table with her on top, and, all jokes about stress testing the table aside, it was glorious to put all of his pandemic-perfected fitness to the test. But now he’s stepped away, Sam reclaiming him almost immediately, and Matt’s here, sitting down on one of the chairs and pulling her into his lap.

“Hey,” he says quietly, kissing the side of her head as she curls in a little.

“Hey,” she says, her voice equally soft. “You -- what do you want for your turn?”

“Just this,” he says, squeezing her affectionately.

“You don’t want to fuck me on your table, mister dungeon master?” she says, making her voice as fake sultry as she can muster.

“I do? But we can do that any time, since I know the creative director and I bet I can convince her to let me in here after hours,” Matt says, letting his voice dip into that low tone that always sends a shiver down her spine. “And, it’s your table just as much as it is mine,” he says softly before kissing her.

Marisha looks around to see most of the rest of her friends have consolidated into a giant cuddle puddle on the floor using the leftover air mattresses from their Kickstarter promo video with Travis and Sam mostly on the bottom. Laura’s on Travis’s lap but leaning into Liam, who’s wedged between Travis and Sam; Taliesin’s head is on Sam’s other shoulder and Ashley’s sprawled on top of him but also leaning into Sam. They look content, even as they’re watching her and Matt to see what could happen next.

“Let’s go join them,” she says to Matt. “And then I believe I was promised margaritas.”

“A promise I intend to keep,” Matt says as they stand up to rejoin the party.

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

[(Anonymous)]

What an awesome way to kick off! Great fill anon!

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

[(Anonymous)]

This was so soft and sweet! Thank you for sharing this <3