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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation

Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.

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 LJ 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:

"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"

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!

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It's not often that the two of them end up like this. Their group has split up into various permutations over the years, from realizations of attraction or drunken experimentation or honestly just pure convenience, but Liam and Marisha just don't happen that often.

So he likes to make it last.

He kneels between her legs, kissing a slow line up the inside of her thigh, and feels her fingers threading through his hair as she lets out a fluttery, anticipatory sigh. A gentle press of lips to her center, making her breath hitch just a little. A few laps of his tongue before he's delving in, the very tip of his tongue against her clit and her fingers tightening in his hair.

He alternates between the tip of his tongue and long, flat strokes, his hands curled around her legs to feel her strain as she tries to buck her hips up against his mouth. He can feel her start to tremble, hear the litany of swears pouring from her mouth...and he stops.

"What - oh god, Liam, no, don't stop - " She tugs at his head, which he resists with a grin.

"Do you not want this?" he asks, leaning in to nip at the inside of her thigh. "Do you want it quick?"

She pauses, and a moment later he hears her quiet, breathy reply. "No. Not quick."

"Alright then." And he presses his face back between her legs, elicting a soft moan from somewhere above him.

Marisha, for her part, has fire dancing over every nerve already, and is lost somewhere between no more and don't you dare stop. One hand clutching the headboard, the other Liam's hair, riding the waves of pleasure washing across her body with every movement of his mouth. He leans back at one point, claiming to require oxygen, and substitutes his fingers. It's a rougher, faster sensation, and she relishes the difference, feeling the heat begin to pool low in her body and her hips start to grind down against his hand.

And he stops.

"Fucking shit," she spits, bucking her hips against empty air. "Goddammit, Liam, goddammit -"

And his hand is back, double-time against her clit, and her other hand slams back against the headboard as her body arcs with the sudden fire reintroduced to her veins.

And he stops.

"Fuck!"

He knows she's close, knows it won't take much to tip her over the edge now, and he's careful, using just enough pressure to make her tremble beneath him, then pulling away. She's a mess, dripping wet against his hand and splayed across the bed in whatever direction her muscles decide to go, eyes clenched shut tight.

"How're you doing, babe?"

"Fuck you, Liam."

He chuckles, pulling on her arms to reorient her a bit, and leans over her, kissing a line down her neck. She shivers at the press of his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, shifting her legs to make room for him between them. His cock brushes against her and her whole body quakes, just at that brief touch, and he can't stop the shiver that runs across his shoulders.

"What do you want?" he asks, low and dark against her shoulder.

"I want to come," and it's almost a whine, even as she presses a kiss to his ear, his jaw, his neck. "Please, please, I want - "

The sentence ends in a sharp gasp as he reaches down between them, rubbing the head of his cock against her to collect some of the moisture there, and drives himself into her. A low, satisfied-sounding moan in his ear, her nails pressing into his back, and the feel of her wet and hot and squeezing all around him almost undoes him on the spot.

But she doesn't want quick.

Marisha wraps her legs around his waist, pressing against the small of his back in an attempt to drive him deeper into her, but he leans back and readjusts her legs until her feet rest on his shoulders. The new angle hits something sharp and sweet inside of her, and she feels a shiver run down her spine and into her belly.

Liam rocks back and thrusts into her, making her eyes flutter closed as that sharp feeling washes over her again, and again as his hips rock, setting a slow, sweet rhythm that has little gasps and moans escaping her with every movement. Her body still demands release, and even the air against her skin seems like too much, but the sparks behind her eyes seem, at least for now, to sate the burn of her nerves.

And then, without pausing, Liam's hand reaches down between them and his thumb finds her clit. He starts rubbing against her, first in time with his thrusts, then faster, until Marisha's arching off the bed, hands twisting in the sheets, a long string of nonsense pouring out of her mouth, most of it comprised of four letters.

And he doesn't stop, not this time, and Marisha feels fire pour down her nerves to collect at a single point before her mouth drops open and her head falls back and she lets out a wordless cry of pure relief as the tension drains from her body with a series of pulsing waves.

Liam pauses, just for a moment, resting his head against her leg and collects himself. Marisha's body clamping down around him, the arc of her body and the look of bliss on her face, have all coalesced into an assault on his own desire and self-control. But he regains it, with some difficulty, and as she slumps back against the pillow he moves again, first with the thumb against her clit, and then rocking his hips back into her.

She's so, so sensitive now, and her whole body jerks with each movement against her, an exhausted, detatched sort of giggle bubbling up from her.

"God, Liam - " She interrupts herself with a gasp. "You're trying to kill me."

"Only a little," he grunts, and if she's in the mental state to get the joke she doesn't react, laying a hand over her eyes as she gives himself over to his ministrations.

She comes again, a moment later, with much less fanfare but a release none the less, clenching down around him and biting her lip hard.

And he doesn't stop. He has to switch hands, but he doesn't stop, driving himself into her over and over, watching her body twitch and arch and hearing the sounds she makes as she comes a third, a fourth time.

He feels like he reached his own limit long ago and has been holding on for the sheer sake of seeing her taken apart, sprawled out beneath him and reduced to little more than a bundle of oversensitive nerves. Finally, he drops his hand to the mattress beside her head, leaning over and bending her nearly in half in the process, and lets himself go, fucking roughly into her until the headboard thumps against the wall. She reaches up, grabbing it with both hands in an attempt to muffle it, and he buries his face between her arm and her neck.

Her body is tight around him and she drops one hand down to his back, tracing long lines against his skin, scratching her way back up, and it's the quiet sharpness that sends him over, his cry muffled by her skin as he goes still against her.

It's a long moment before he can move, rolling over to lay beside her and flopping an arm over his eyes. She joins him a moment later, pillowing her head against his chest and draping her arm over his torso.

"Every time," she mutters, exhaustion clear in her voice. "You do this every time."

"I have yet to hear a complaint," he responds.

"Yeah, well." And she seems to lose the sentence after that. Which is fine. He's pretty sure conversation is beyond both of them, at least for the next little while.

(I just really liked the Laura/Taliesin suggestion, oops)
--
"You always have me, dear," Laura-as-Vex says, smiling at Taliesin-as-Percy, with just a slight wink as punctuation.

"I know," comes the reply. "It's half the point of sharing a bedchamber."

That gets a round of raucous laughter from the entire room, including some of the camera crew, and especially from Laura herself. But there's a heat to Taliesin's gaze when she looks at him again, and it tugs at something low in her belly, making her look away and take a long drink of water.

It stays with her the rest of the game, a sort of fluttery, nervous feeling in her chest, which is stupid, she's not a teenager. But she drags her feet getting her bag together, and notices Taliesin doing the same. He walks up to her once the room's mostly empty, laying a hand at the small of her back.

"Come on," is all he says, and she hopes the flush in her cheeks isn't obvious as she follows him down the hall.

--

"Here?" she hisses, even as Taliesin has her up on the counter, hands against her waist under her shirt.

"We've been worse places," he reminds her, voice muffled against her neck.

"I know, but - " She's interrupted by a sharp shiver as his fingers skim the waistband of her jeans. "We're not even in a stall!"

He leans back just enough to let her see the gleam in his eye.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

"Oh my god," is her only reply, but then he's got her jeans halfway down and his hand in her panties and words cease to be a necessity.

It's not new, the two of them like this. They usually try for at least a little more discretion, but they're both pent up, and the muffled sound of voices threatening discovery at any moment does heighten her nerves, make every movement that much sharper.

He's got two fingers inside her and his thumb against her clit, and she's stroking him with quick movements, twisting against the crown of his cock, already slick with precome. Her shirt collar's been yanked aside and he's sucking a mark into her shoulder, her head tipped back and her bottom lip between her teeth.

He steps back suddenly, dragging at her jeans until they're off completely, and he picks her up from the counter to turn her around, facing the mirror. She rests her forearms on the counter and her head on her forearms as Taliesin positions himself behind her, driving into her in one smooth motion, up to the hilt.

"Fuck," she whispers, and he echoes the sentiment a moment later.

"You're alright?" he asks, and she nods rapidly.

"I'm fine, just move, please, I need - " She doesn't finish the sentence as he does what he's told, thrusting into her. She rocks forward with the force of it, having to brace herself on the counter, and he pulls her back towards him by the hips.

Her eyes are closed at first, as she tries to listen for approaching footsteps. But Taliesin whispers "look at us" after a moment and she opens them, glancing up into the mirror. Her pupils are blown wide, mouth dropped open and a flush across her cheeks, and over her shoulder Taliesin is in much the same state, one hand on her shoulder now as he fucks into her, over and over. The sight of them rocking in tandem, even if she can't actually see where their bodies are joined, sends a little thrill through her, and she has to lift a hand up to her mouth to muffle a moan.

Taliesin's eyes are intent on her visage in the mirror, and he stifles a noise of his own at the sight of her teeth pressed into her knuckle. His thrusts grow faster, more erratic, and the press of his fingers into her thighs and the sight of his face lost in bliss sends her over the edge, her knees seeming to turn to liquid a moment later.

As a result, he's basically holding her up when he comes, a groan stifled behind clenched teeth as he presses with the pads of his fingers, trying to avoid scratching her. The mark on her shoulder was reckless enough.

"Shit," he whispers, slumping foward onto her back for a moment, before straightening and letting her turn to face him.
"That was - "

"Incredibly stupid and poorly thought-out and impulsive," she finishes, before dragging him down by the shirt collar to kiss the abashment off his face. "And really, really hot," she adds, with a wide smile. He matches it, leaning in for another kiss. "I'm not saying make a habit of it," she adds after he steps away, retrieving her pants.

"Of course not," he says, but he's smiling, and she gives him a long, suspicious look as she gets dressed.

"I'm serious, Taliesin."

"I know you are."

"Taliesin!"

He just winks at her, and she can only be offended for a moment before she dissolves into laughter.

Ashley was in town so rarely, she had to make the rounds to see friends and family, and usually work to boot, but she always took at least one day to book a hotel room. On the face of it it looked like an excuse for an overworked woman to get a day of sleep and privacy, which was at least half-true. Privacy, yes. Sleep, not so much.

“I missed you,” Laura murmured into Ashley’s shoulder, curling up against her under the big comforter.

“I missed you too,” Ashley responded, tracing fingers along Laura’s bare arm. “I hate that we basically only get this one day and then it’s back into the grind.”

Laura stifled a snort of laughter and Ashley groaned, pinching her a little in retribution.

“Hey, you said it,” Laura giggled, squirming away.

“You knew what I meant,” Ashley insisted, following her across the bed, tickling her ribs lightly, getting squeals of laughter and protest out of Laura and initiating a brief wrestling match until Ashley found herself on top of Laura, pinning her wrists, looking down at her with a smirk.

“Yeah,” Laura said, lifting an eyebrow. “And I know what I meant, too.”

Ashley kissed her, releasing her wrists to cup her face in one hand. Laura snuck her own hand in between them to flatten her palm against Ashley’s breast, tweaking the nipple slightly and causing her to gasp into the kiss. Laura’s hips rolled up against Ashley’s, the slide of skin against skin making sparks dance across her nerves, and she broke the kiss to bury her face in Laura’s shoulder.

“Again?” she murmured, even though her body was already responding to Laura’s movements.

“You said it yourself, we only have the one day.” She slid her hands down Ashley’s back, cupping her ass, pulling their bodies together tightly. “Might as well make the most of it.”

(OP) this is so good! Thank you!

So that was insanely hot and so much more than I was hoping for! Now imagining all the other times (mostly what Tal's smirk hinted at ;) )...
Great fic, thanks, anon!

So much cuteness! And so much implied sexy times Love it ^_^

I love this so much

Ayyyyyyy hello there!! Omg I'm so glad there's more! And it remains so wonderful, especially with the unexpected and exciting addition of Taliesin to keep Matt in line and encourage Travis and Laura along! Goddddddd it's lovely. I love the development of the various toys and decorations being put on / in (!YAY!) Matt, and how into watching him be dressed up and degraded Laura and Travis are. And Matt snapping at Laura, oh my god! Getting so deep into his instincts and snapping, gosssshhhhh I about died. I love it as always!! x

Hey! Sorry I didnt post here. Sense you didn't respond I didnt think you were around anymore. Haha
Yeah that piece sat around half finished moat of this time while I finished school. It was really nice to finish it and Im glad you liked it.

Holy fuck nonny that was breathtaking! <3_<3

Aw this was so hot and cute ^^

This is. yeah. Awesome :D

Oh. OH. So good.

Yes. Someone should write this.

This is the best idea!

This is the sweetest most cuddly fic. Many adorables.

This is such an interesting idea. Seconded.

Inspired by the fact that my lightbulb moment for this OT3 was during Test of Pride when Matt is setting up his fancy town square models and Taliesin is clutching at Marisha going "look at that house! why don't we live there?", domestic fluff maybe involving Taliesin moving in with Matt and Marisha, or just staying with them for a while? Smut is a definite plus but not a requirement.

Not OP, but this is wicked fucking hot, holy shit. Edging/overstimulation is always so so good, and you did it just excellently. Kudos.

So goood! Really happy you chose Laura/Tal, I love that pairing, and this was so well done

Preferably in an adorably fluffy smut way, but just fluff or smut is also fine. I don't really have any specifics in mind, I'd just really love to read about them hanging out together off set and that's a super good reason to celebrate.
I like poly & I like (semi?) public, so many they're just chilling with alcohol & a pair start getting particularly close?

Ahhh OP here! I haven't checked here in a while, and now I've come back to find this lovely, sweet gift! This is so cute, and you've got all their voices perfect. Moooar!!

Holy crap I love this!!

So, that episode.

Matt said he doesn't actually feel good being sadistic to his friends and upsetting them.

Lean on that. Matt feels terrible. Matt feels like he needs to be punished. Matt feels like he needs to make it up to the group.

Matt on his knees, servicing Liam, Laura, and Ashley, while the others crowd around and throw in some dirtytalk and shoving and mild humiliation.

(All consensual, pre-negotiated, but very much working through some issues.)

*episode 102

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

Quick (Liam/Marisha, Edging/Overstimulation, NC-17)

Excitement (Laura/Taliesin, Semi-Public, NC-17)

One Day (Laura/Ashley)

Re: Quick (Liam/Marisha, Edging/Overstimulation, NC-17)

Re: Excitement (Laura/Taliesin, Semi-Public, NC-17)

Re: One Day (Laura/Ashley)

Re: For Luck (Liam/Everyone, G/PG?)

Re: Matt/anyone, petplay

Re: Matt/anyone, petplay

Re: "My Friends"; Matt/Marisha/Taliesin

Re: "Belly Love" Marisha/Matt/Taliesin, Explicit 3/3

Re: "Lucky"; Taliesin/Marisha(/Matt), (implied Taliesin/everybody??)

Re: One Little Did (Matt/Marisha, Marisha/Taliesin, Matt/Taliesin)

Re: Taliesin/Anyone; Leather

Re: Everyone/Matt - EP 94 Jugs and Rods flirting contest

Re: Boundaries not Included, Matt/Taliesin/Marisha, PG(?) 1/?

Re: Laura/Travis/Taliesin

Matt/Marisha/Taliesin Domesticity

Re: Quick (Liam/Marisha, Edging/Overstimulation, NC-17)

Re: Excitement (Laura/Taliesin, Semi-Public, NC-17)

Everybody (inc Brian?) - 100th episode celebration

Re: For Luck (Liam/Everyone, G/PG?)

Re: Quick (Liam/Marisha, Edging/Overstimulation, NC-17)

Episode 103, punishment gangbang

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