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criticalkink) wrote2021-10-21 03:38 pm
criticalkink) wrote2021-10-21 03:38 pm
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CR Campaign Three: RPF Prompts
The rules are under the cut for you to read if you haven't already checked out the profile!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
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.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as DW limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"The One Where Char1 Gives Char2 a Handjob Mid-Game, Char1/Char2, M, 1/2"
And now some rules...
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them tocriticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.
The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
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.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as DW limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"The One Where Char1 Gives Char2 a Handjob Mid-Game, Char1/Char2, M, 1/2"
And now some rules...
- Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
- Your kink is not someone else's and their kink may not be yours. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's really that simple.
- Please no bashing of other pairings. Just like with kinks, everyone has their own flavors, and this is neither the time nor place for ship wars. This meme is meant to include the entire fandom.
- No existing-partner-bashing. Omit them if you like, or play along with the general vague CR-RPF fandom consensus that hall passes exist, just don't be a dick.
- Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role cast or crew member as a main part of the prompt.
- Het, slash, femmeslash? You're all welcome here. The more the merrier!
- It's not a requirement by any means, but writers love feedback, so if you read something you enjoy, take a second to tell the writer. Whether it's a one word response or something longer, it's always appreciated.
- Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them to
criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Travis/Liam, facefucking
(Anonymous) 2021-10-29 12:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: Travis/Liam, facefucking
(Anonymous) 2021-11-02 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)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.”
FILL Re: Travis/Liam, facefucking 2/2
(Anonymous) 2021-11-02 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)“Yes, what?” Travis demanded. “What am I going to do to you?” Unbuckling his belt, undoing the zip and fuck that felt good. “Because once I start you won’t be doing any talking.”
“Fuck my mouth.” There was a thin line of brown around Liams blown pupils. His voice already sounded like he had been fucked hard and put away wet. He rocked against the toiletseat, the plug still vibrating inside him. His eyes fluttered closed as he pushed it deeper. “Use me.” His mouth barely opened around the words.
“Alright then.” Travis didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his wet fingers back into Liam’s mouth. This time Liam hollowed his cheeks, sucking as his fingers as they slid over his tongue. “You are good at this aren’t you? So fucking good at taking me.” Travis hummed as he changed the angle of his fingers, making Liam gag before he readjusted. “Take my dick out. Leave the jeans where they are.”
He didn’t stop moving his fingers. He liked the way they made Liam's lips shine with spit. It took longer than it should have for Liam to free his cock, but he let it go. Liam was moving his head in time with his hand, already so fucking into it, like he couldn’t help himself. Liams fingers were clumsy as they pulled Travis free of his underwearing, being careful of the zip. They both groaned as Travis dick bounced free.
“Fuck, you want this don’t you?” Travis pulled his fingers from Liam's mouth, a string of saliva connecting them for a heartbeat. If he wasn’t careful this wouldn’t be long. Travis circled the bottom of his cock tightly, bouncing the head of his dick of Liams open lips.
Wet brown eyes looked up at him, dick bouncing against his lips, and fucking smiled.
Travis shoved his fingers into short brown hair, gripping it tight in his fingers, lined his dick with that fucking smile, and thrust his cock home.
It was almost too much, from frustration and nothing to almost painful pleasure. Hot and tight and wet. Travis pushed his hips forward, burying his cock slowly in Liam's mouth, holding his head in place as his cock slipped down his throat. He didn’t stop at the slow whine he could feel around his cock, didn’t stop pushing until Liam's nose was buried painfully in the dark hair at the base of his cock.
“Beautiful.” Travis pulled back a few inches, slipping out of Liams throat, into his mouth. Letting the smaller man breath through his nose as he tried to work his cock head, hollowing out his cheeks. But that wasn’t what Travis wanted right now. He readjusted the grip on Liam's hair, and then fucked forward again, staying too deep for Liam to do anything but take it. His throat was tight, spazming as Liam choked around him, trying so hard to take him, and it felt so fucking good. He started a slow rhythm, bouncing Liam's head in his lap rather than moving himself, never leaving the other man's throat. Short deep thrusts. “Should have done this earlier. You would have liked that wouldn't you? Should have fed you my cock right there in the break room so everyone could see what a fucking slut you are. Maybe had someone put another hole to use.” Liam groaned around him, rocked back helplessly, trying to get the plug inside him to be enough.
Liam was looking up at him through wet lashes. Eyes pleading.
Liam's hands gripped his hips, trying to take some of the control back. Couldn’t have that.
Travis pulled out completely, his dick popping free with an obscene sound. Liam gasped for air, sucking it in desperately, looking up at him with dark eyes and an open panting mouth. Travis guided his head back into place, letting him mouth at his cock, wet dick slapping across his cheek as Travis pushed him down to mouth his balls. It felt good, but let him think, let him get away from that edge.
“You still think I’ll fuck you don’t you? That you’ll give me those puppy dogs and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Liam's hand came around his cock to replace his mouth. His lips were red and swollen and wet as he pulled back. The sweater looped around his thumb brushing against Travis’s cock.
“You want it.” Liam's voice was a purr, he licked the head of Travis’s cock as a tease, sucking the head into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, letting it escape with a wet pop. “You want me to ride you.” But the confidence wasn’t there, his eyes looked down at the wrong moment, his ears were red as his cheeks.
“It’s cute. But you know what I think?” Liam let Travis put his cock back in his mouth, fucking gently into his cheek so he could watch it bulge as he spoke. “I think you just want to be used. I think you want to be my little cocksleeve and let me take care of everything. I think you are afraid to admit just how much of a depraved little slut you are.” Liam's chest was heaving, his eyes unfocused and shadowed. Travis huffed a small laugh. “That is what I thought. I’ll take care of you.”
It was easy to slide Liam onto his knees on the floor and take his place on the closed toilet. Easier still to open his legs and let Liam crawl between them, cupping the back of his head in a large palm and guiding his swollen cock into his mouth, pushing down until the jeans zipper pushed against his cheeks.
The sound of wet fucking filled the bathroom. If anyone walked by they would hear, know that someone was getting mercilessly throatfucked. It was Liams who moved, fucking his own mouth on Travis cock, Travis’s hand on the back of his head helping him keep ryhthm, pushing him down to take all of Travis when he hesitated. Holding him still for punishing little thrusts if he shied away from going deep enough. Travis watched drool seep down Liams chin, not giving him a moment to clean himself, tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Suck me.” Travis commanded. He wanted to see him better. Needed to see what he was doing to him.
Liam shifted his weight to sit back a bit, to keep the head of his cock in his mouth, making sure to rub swollen, chapped lips on the crown of his cock as he bobbed his head, sucking as he created a seal with his lips.
“Take out your cock, but don’t touch yourself. I want to see you.”
Liam's hands trembled as he undid his jeans, forcing his underwear down roughly as his jeans gaped open to reveal a pink cock, leaking and hard, trapped against his belly. He dropped his hands to his side, whimpering and thrusting into nothing.
Travis fisted a hand into Liam's hair. “You are doing so good. So fucking beautiful.” Travis fished the remote out of his pocket. He took a deep breath, took in the image of Liam on the floor between his legs, so fucking needy, cheeks hollowed around him. “You want me to stop, you tap my leg, otherwise, I am not going to stop fucking your mouth until I come down your throat. You pass out I am going to keep fucking you like the cocksleeve you are.” Liam gave a small nod just as Travis put the plug's vibrations to full. Liam stopped sucking, his mouth gaping open as the plug buzzed to life inside him.
Travis buried both hands in Liams hair, and impaled Liam on his cock, picking up a brutal rhythm that had both of his arms flexing. Liam was taking it, his whole body rocking, allowing himself to be moved, fucked, used, his body writhing as the sound of the toy was enough to hear in the room over the wet sound of cock invading his aching throat. He moaned helplessly, unable to do anything but let Travis use him.
Travis was close. His balls were aching, drawn up tight against his body and there was nothing he wanted more than to spill himself in the hot mouth wrapped around the base of his cock. He pushed one hand down between them, brushing past where cock met lips, down to Liams throat where he could feel it, his cock bulging out, inside the other man, fucking new space into him. He pressed his fingers into Liams throat, feeling himself fuck into him.
It was too much.
Travis came, the first overwhelming spurts buried deep inside Liams throat. But he wanted, needed, more. He pulled back, emptying his load in Liam's mouth, on his lips.
Fuck he was beautiful.
Liam was wide eyed on the ground, close to tears. He swallowed reflexively, leaving a thin trail of cum that had spilled from his lips. His hips were still moving, his cock dripping against his stomach, red and untouched. The buzz of the thing inside him still filled the small space.
Travis picked him up, arms around his chest, pulling him into his lap like earlier in the day. Liam rocked back against him, moaning around an aching throat. Liam’s cock was hot and heavy in his hand, the man himself bucked desperately but it was easy enough to wrap a strong arm around his hips, to hold him still as he worked his cock with quick strokes. It only took a few seconds before Liam was coming over his hand in thick white stripes. Travis clicked off the remote for the plug and Liam went limp in his arms.
Travis considered for a few moments, and then when Liam turned and buried his face in his neck, looking like he would need awhile, he decided it was for the best. Liam obeyed as Travis moved his body, spreading his ass and carefully removing the plug from his swollen hole. He redressed both of them as well as he could, trying to wipe away the worst of the mess.
Hands tightened where they had settled against Travis’s chest.
“Oh my god.” Liam moaned softly, burying his face against Travis. “I'm never going to be able to look you in the face again.”
Travis chuckled, grabbing Liam's face with a firm but gentle hold, making him look up at him. His whole face was a bright, embarrassed red.
“You like sucking cock. This is not exactly a revelation.” Travis leaned in and kissed him, gentle with his swollen lips. Liam looked reassured enough to sit up, but stayed in the easy embrace of his friend.
Travis grinned. “Besides, think of how excited our friends will be to help when we tell them what a great cocksleeve you are.”
Re: FILL Re: Travis/Liam, facefucking 2/2
(Anonymous) 2021-11-02 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Re: Travis/Liam, facefucking 2/2
(Anonymous) 2021-11-02 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Re: Travis/Liam, facefucking 2/2
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(Anonymous) 2021-11-05 07:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Re: Travis/Liam, facefucking 2/2
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