CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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

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Comments

Anyone/Anyone consent retraction/safewords/aftercare

[(Anonymous)]

I just found this km today via sparxwrites on tumblr and I think I've read everything on it??? Y'all are the best kind of crazy.
Anyway one thing I would really love to see more of in fanfic is Sexy Shit Going Wrong and the subsequent use and acknowledgement of safewords and the like. Whether someone involved gets cold feet before anything really happens or there's some really kinky shit that goes wrong or someone gets too into their own head and just kinda nopes out in the middle of it. Like... negotiations make me all gooey inside, as does hurt/comfort respect of saying no. Is that really weird? It's really weird. And p rambly, sorry ^.^'

Bonus points for more than two people involved (everyone at once would be asdfjkl; but that's super hard to write I know), especially if there's some quality voyeurism happening for it.

Regardless of if this is actually filled, much appreciation to this whole community, yo. Keep being awesome.

Re: Anyone/Anyone consent retraction/safewords/aftercare

[(Anonymous)]

So fucking seconded. I am all about respecting consent.

Sometimes shit just goes wrong, and you deal with it. It'd be lovely to see representation of this!

Taliesin/Matt, Choking

[(Anonymous)]

Taliesin introduces Matt to the wonders of choking.

Re: Taliesin/Matt, Choking

[(Anonymous)]

i'm not super into breathplay but this prompt, god damn. i don't know if i'll fill it, but if i do, a) who do you want choking who b) is there anything else you want involved

Marisha/???, Minxie claws

[(Anonymous)]

So remember those cool claws Mary sent Marisha early on which she spent the whole episode lightly scratching herself with and then Talesin was like, hey, do me too? She obviously thought they were super cool but they've never reappeared even though she wears her manxie hood often. So... maybe they can't return to stage because they've been relegated to bedroom use. On whom?? Marisha/Taliesin? Mary? Whole party??

Re: Marisha/???, Minxie claws

[(Anonymous)]

...casually builds camp on this prompt hoping someone fills it with marisha/mary, which i did not know i wanted until now

Laura/Travis, comfort

[(Anonymous)]

So this isn't really a kink other than the rpf aspect, but I saw a con panel where Laura was saying something along the lines of that she loved that she could lean on Travis in every way and it made me really want some comfort fluff (which could lead to smut) eg where Laura was upset & he gave her bear hugs? I don't know, just something cute, maybe with the size difference, where she can lean on him a lot?

Re: Laura/Travis, comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, yes, Travis being big and buff and looking after his tiny wife? :D

Matt/Marisha, The Princess Bride

[(Anonymous)]

The cast of Critical Role (and some of their frequent guests, perhaps) are making a remake/parody of everyone's classic movie: The Princess Bride. With Matt as Westley and Marisha as Princess Buttercup, it can only get better as everyone starts to put their own twist on their roles...

Travis/Anyone, Travis bottoms

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously Travis as a top is super fun, but I'd really love to see him get fucked by anyone, really - but bonus points for Ashley fucking him with a strap-on. Extra bonus points if Laura or others are participating, telling him how pretty he looks. Extra extra bonus points if gangbang? idk just I want this big man being at someone's mercy.

Re: Travis/Anyone, Travis bottoms

[(Anonymous)]

*pulls up chair and camps here*

Everyone/everyone, poly

[(Anonymous)]

Really loved the filter by relationships fic, but it got me thinking what if after that someone found some fanfics of various pairings & instead of a single kiss they started acting it out...

Re: Everyone/everyone, poly

[(Anonymous)]

ooh, are you interested in them acting out the characters or acting out some of the rpf here on the kmeme? because i have ideas for both

(now that i type that out the first one makes more sense but i still have ideas, so)

Laura/Sam - Hate Sex

[(Anonymous)]

Laura works out her anger for Sam's character change.

"Dick", Laura/Sam and background Everyone/Everyone, NC-17

[emmiefitz]

“Hey guys,” Sam hollers, shucking his coat off as he moves to shut the front door of the Bailey-Willingham household. “Sorry I’m- “
The door slammed shut as his body was ricochets into the firm door. The intense taste of wine assaults his senses as his eyes widened at the feeling of Laura’s lips on his. Not that this was something he didn’t want or wasn’t used to, it was just that normally they scheduled their "acrobatic activities" around everyone’s schedule. Sam has no idea who all was here or what was happening on this Friday night. He pulls away from Laura, gasping for air as she gripped his hips.
“Laura, not that I’m complaining, but what-?”
“Shut the fuck up Sam,” Laura growls. Sam’s knees buckle slightly at the anger and power in her voice. His body instinctively responds as she fuses their lips together, following as her nails sink into his skin and pull him along their hallway. He has walked the path to their living room so many times that he doesn’t need to open his eyes; he doesn’t want to open his eyes. He can barely get a full breath of air the way that Laura is kissing him. His ears are ringing and there is a part of his brain that just plays harp music unconsciously whenever he is this close to Laura.
“Laura,” Sam gasps into her mouth as his shoes slip on the brick living room tiles.
“Didn’t waste any time, did ya babe?” Travis’ voice rumbles from somewhere in the room.
“Like you’re complaining,” Liam’s voice is muffled next to Travis’ but Sam doesn’t get a chance to think about it because his legs are hitting that comfy “not-a-table-sort-of-table” thing and he’s collapsing back on to it.
“What is going on?” Sam’s voice betrays his feelings as Laura tosses her hair back and straddles him.
“I fucking hate you,” she hisses, yanking at the tie around his neck. Sam’s hands grasp hers tightly.
“Wait, what? Are you serious?”
The sound of Matt’s broken wail distracts him. His head whips toward the dining room to see Matt handcuffed to the carefully designed brackets along the archway leading into the room. Marisha is on her knees in front of him and Taliesin is draped over his back, one hand moving quickly along the swell of Matt’s ass. Liam and Travis are leering at him from the couch, looking a lot calmer than their pants show.
“Just shut up before we gag you,” Travis orders, eyes narrowing. Sam’s mouth shuts instinctively, knowing that Travis isn’t messing around. His head falls back as Laura’s mouth descends onto the skin that begins to appear. His body jerks as her teeth sinks into his collarbone, her intentions completely clear.
“Shit,” he moans, hips jerking up towards Laura’s as she continues to peel the shirt from his torso.
“Some warning would’ve been nice,” she spits at him, tossing the shirt somewhere behind him.
“About?” he asks as nonchalantly as he can with Laura beginning to peel him out of the pants he’s wearing.
“Scanlan.” She rips the belt out of the loops and chucks it. “Fucking Tary.”
Oh. The game. His brain is able to connect the dots before her small hand is gripping his cock tightly. He’s already embarrassingly hard as she strokes him hard enough to get his elbows to give out so that he’s laying fully out on the cushions.
“Any warning was better than that,” she rises off of him and it’s it first time that his brain registers that she’s down to her underwear. Liam and Travis are helping to peel it off of her before he can do or say anything and she’s sinking down on him in one swoop.
“JESUS LAURA,” Sam is shouting.
Laura is always so tight and wet and Sam can’t even imagine how with the sizes of Travis and Liam to entertain her on a regular basis. The amount of times he and Laura have had sex is dwarfed by how often the other three traverse into the territory; mostly Laura fucks him when she’s mad at him, which happens more and more often that Sam would like to admit. Sam pushes her buttons just so that he can have her like this, so she can let go like this.
She’s riding him with violent thrusts of her hips that are making his eyes cross. She’s sliding on his cock so deliciously and tightly that Sam almost thinks that he’s 100% straight (then he hears Liam moan and Travis groan and he knows he isn’t). Laura leans forward to grip his shoulders and picks up her pace.
“Tary’s a dick.”
“That’s the point of him.”
“You should’ve told us.”
“Didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”
“Worst. Surprise. Ever.” Laura punctuates the words with sharp thrusts on his cock and he’s dangerously close.
“You weren’t expecting it though.”
“Stupid,” she insists with a breathy moan.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“You’re right,” Sam grins up at her, beginning to thrust up to meet her pace. It causes Laura to whine and press her forehead into his shoulder. He kisses his apologies up her shoulder, whispering his “sorry” as a way to distract himself, to try keep himself from shooting off inside of her too fast.
“Dick,” she whimpers as he sucks a bruise into the junction of her neck and shoulder.
“I’m your dick though,” he whispers into her ear before licking it into his mouth. She keens and clenches down around him. The sudden tightness and wetness is too much for Sam and he comes right after her, hips erratically pistoling up into her. By the time he comes back to his senses, Laura has sprawled out onto his chest and is panting. He smooths her hair back and kiss her forehead.
“I am sorry,” he says, pleased with her sigh against him. She nods before looking up at him, mirth dancing in her eyes.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” she winks before kissing his collarbone. He feels two sets of large hands on his ankles and his brain goes into short circuiting again.

Sam/Liam - Chair Sex

[(Anonymous)]

The way Liam climbed into Sam's lap for what he thought was a goodbye hug in Ep 85 gave me ideas.

Re: Sam/Liam - Chair Sex

[(Anonymous)]

co-signed, and i want to point out how obviously comfortable sam was. like "ah yes, i have been in this situation many times" how often does liam climb in his lap goddamn

Pause

[(Anonymous)]

So watching THAT EPISODE made my mind turn. And here's what I came up with...I feel semi-horrible about writing this, but not that horrid. 3 Chapters!

“So you coming?”
“Yeah.” As soon as Sam said those words, he could feel everyone shift even though he couldn’t bear to look left.
At the beginning of the scene, everyone was acting. Taliesin and Travis sipping their drinks to avoid any awkwardness as Liam and Marisha exchanged worried glances while he and Laura went back and forth. Matt’s face was impassive for the longest time until he realized that Sam was serious. Liam started to really cry and the Laura started to yell; and then Taliesin started to yell, a real Tal yell that made Sam’s heart break just enough that he started to have second thoughts, and Marisha started to cry. Travis was pissed, he could see it in the brace of his elbows on the table.
“Grab your things,” Matt nodded.
He’s watching it all back of course, the next afternoon at home in his basement while his wife and family are out of the country on another crazy shoot for his wife’s blossoming career. They’ve already been gone a few months, but the house still felt as empty as it did before. It isn’t anything unusual, but he still misses them.
The emptiness of the house is nothing to the emptiness in his chest. The looks on the screen in front of him break him more than he wants it to and more than he’s ever going to admit. Laura’s shocked, furious, open-mouthed stare which Marisha mirrored in her look to Matt, but with less fury than she actually felt later. Taliesin had drained his whole glass of scotch in one gulp while Travis physically looked away from him, unable to halt the anger in his hands as he gripped the pencil. But it was Liam’s heart visibly breaking on screen, the scrunch of his face blossoming into real tears.
PAUSE
Sam has to stop before it goes any further. He’d made them cry. All of them. And not as their characters, but as Taliesin and Marisha and Liam and Laura and Travis. Matt knew that he was thinking about making big change for Scanlan, of course, but he could still sense Matt’s confusion and hurt when the words came out. And then they had been mad. All of five of them. Laura and Sam had fought before because they were two explosive personalities that clashed when it came to certain things. Taliesin and Sam had more angry conversations instead of the yelling and mad gesturing that was completely Laura. Sam could count on one hand the amount of times that Travis and Matt had been mad at him, but needed two hands with Marisha. He did indeed know how to push buttons.
But Liam…
Fast-forward through the shit storm he thinks to himself, taking a huge swig from his wine glass. He hits the point where they went through the sun tree and smiles. Of course, Laura fucking Bailey…Laura Bailey with harp music…would be the one to figure it out first. He smiles to himself as she looked suspiciously at Sam during Matt’s description.
“You there!”
PAUSE
The non-Scanlan voice sounds weird in his ears as he pauses it to memorize their reactions. It was rare that he catches them off guard, so when he did, he revels in it. Incredulous shock from Laura; joyous shock from Marisha, directed at a smug Matt who sipped his glass; wide-eyed subdued joy from Travis and Liam; calculating pride from Tal, even though he knew it would just seem like a Percy stare to the audience at home. Liam and Taliesin recovered the quickest as Laura turned back to Travis who was now staring at him for the first time with a smirk.
For a moment, everything was back to normal. Marisha beamed, her wide sunshine smile as Laura crossed into anger and threw a tissue at him and cursed at him. Tal laughed, loudly and without thinking as Liam assisted Laura’s toss. Travis morphed from unsure to laughing wildly and back to staring at him with his usual joy. They start making things difficult for him. Laura glares again and starts demanding money as Travis tries to get things back on course. But their laughing and smiling again, and they’re looking at him with those looks of adoration in their eyes.
PAUSE
This is what he wants to hold on to for right now. Not the chaos that broke out when Matt was whispering to Travis between the four others yelling and Laura burying her face in her arms as she cried or the off-hand comments to Laura to poke her buttons which caused a surge of anger so powerful that Travis and Liam physically backed away from her or the anger that rained down on him later. As he pushed Laura’s buttons further than he usually did just to see Liam grab on to Travis’ shoulder in his ecstatic laughter and Marisha glare over at Matt with a calculating stare. The lightness in his heart made him continue on, forgetting what came next.
“This piece of shit would never replace Scanlan.” Laura’s full face turned towards their table, the camera hid the fact that she was looking straight at Sam.
PAUSE
Maybe switch from wine to something stronger…and maybe shut this off. The guys’ faces were paused in concern, the kind of concern that they expressed when fights broke out among them. Sam trudges up the stairs, weight sinking back into the pit of his stomach. His mind swirls with thoughts about what he should’ve done and maybe they wouldn’t be mad at him if he had just stayed with Scanlan.
To Sam, the fallout felt massive. Twitter had exploded. Marisha had laid on the floor and there had been pictures that circulated quickly. Liam grabbed his binder and searched it and then him until he found the incriminating evidence that this was planned. Laura refused to talk to him. Liam wouldn’t look at him after he found the paper, just clutching it in his hands. Travis wrapped him in a side arm hug and tousled his hair roughly, calling him a clever asshole. Matt talked to him for an hour, talking down the panic that was rising in him after Laura and Liam pulled Travis out the door and to a bar. Marisha kissed his cheek when they parted ways and Taliesin squeezed his hand before following the couple to their car. And Sam was left alone in the parking lot for the first time after a traumatic episode.
Usually after a rough episode, they drive to a bar and drink a round or two and talk it out. By round three, Liam would be getting giggly and Matt would be the cause of it as Taliesin would be leaning into him with a grin. Travis would have his characteristic smirk on his face as Laura and Marisha would be inching their chairs closer and closer together. If Ashley was there, which was getting rarer and rarer, she’d have an arm slung over the back of the chair of whoever was next to her and her hands would weave intricate patterns over their backs. He shakes his head, trying to clear thoughts of what would end up happening once Ashely got her hands on them and padded up the steps and into the kitchen, flipping the switch on without any thought.
The light illuminates the room and five bodies flicker in his vision. Sam’s first instinct is to let go of the wine glass in shock, even though his mind instantly knew who they bodies belonged to. The glass falls towards the tile floor, but large, broad fingers lash out from behind him and snag it before it shatters. Sam spins to see Travis behind him, fingers clenched perfectly around the glass.
“Easy killer,” Travis’ voice rumbles deep in his chest.
“You need to learn to answer your phone,” Liam says from the breakfast nook.
“Jesus,” Sam exhales, turning back to his best friend. “The fuck is wrong with you guys?”
“You didn’t answer your phone,” Matt murmurs as if he was already drunk, fingering his hands that sat in front of him without looking up. “We were worried.”
“So, you break into my house?” Sam exclaims, throwing his hands out to the side.
“Is it really breaking in if we have a key?” Taliesin suggests from Matt’s left.
“With an open invitation to stop by whenever?” Marisha tilts her head up at Sam in the way that always makes him smile. Except for now, because he’s realizing why Matt is acting drunk. It’s because of the person on his right. It’s because Ashley fucking Johnson is in his God damn kitchen.
“I thought you were in New York,” Sam squeaks out as her grey-blue eyes stab into him.
“Laura called,” she says, her voice light and casual compared to the look in her eyes. “And then Matt called.”
“Matt called you?”
“Can I tell her?” Ashley looks over at Matt who was practically purring underneath her fingers that were carding through his hair. Matt nods blankly. “He was frantic when he called. Felt awful that you were so unhappy playing Scanlan that you made him leave.”
“It’s not like that!” Sam sputters, taking a step forward. Matt tenses at the tone of his voice.
“Hush,” Ashley chastises him, holding onto Matt’s neck. “It took both Marisha and I to calm him down.” The implication of the sentence hangs in the air like Matt’s description of the first sight of the Sun Tree. Sam’s heart falls even further and before he can respond, Ashley is continuing. “He felt that introducing Kaylie to the story drove you away. Made you think more like yourself and less like Scanlan.”
“Matt, you know that’s not what it was,” Sam protests.
“I thought you were leaving,” Matt says quietly. Sam’s face twists into horror.
“I’d never leave like that! Are you kidding me? I’d never leave period.”
“I didn’t know what was happening.”
“I texted you right away.”
“It doesn’t mean he didn’t panic, Sam,” Liam glares, his hand reaching across the table to grasp Matt’s trembling one. “You can’t just spring stuff like that on him. On any of us honestly.”
“We all thought you were leaving.” Laura Bailey’s voice crackles to life from behind him. Sam stiffens and keep his eyes on Matt.
“Do you honestly think that I would leave what we’ve built?”
“We had no idea what you were thinking-”
“I wasn’t asking you Laura.” Sam felt Travis shift into a defensive stance as Liam and Ashley both glare at him. Laura huffs out a breath and the stomp of her feet alert him before he feels her hand on him.
“Fine,” she snarls at him, eyes flashing. “Ask me. Ask me Sam Riegel.” There’s a long pause and Sam grinds his teeth together. “Ask me if I thought that you were leaving us?” Sam shakes his head and starts to turn back to the table. “The answer is yes.”
“You’re out of your mind,” Sam says, his broken heart leaking in.
“Am I?” Laura’s voice snaps with the sound of her eyes welling up. “Sitting across from you, watching Scanlan go, I thought you were leaving. I thought you didn’t want to be a part of it any more. I thought you didn’t want us anymore.”
Sam stops thinking about his own broken heart and his own sadness and looks around the room. He hadn’t thought that their reactions were what they were because they thought he was leaving them. Liam isn’t looking at him, but just over his shoulder at where Laura stood. For while Liam’s wife and children are his sun, Laura is his moon and when she was hurting so was he. Ashley is still tending to Matt, keeping him floating just on the edge of tipping into subspace where he sometimes needs to be. When Matt has a panic attack about something, he has to rescind control; the fact that it took both Marisha and Ashley, both a harsh command and the calmest command, to bring him down spoke louder than any world he’d created for them.
Tal and Marisha are trading looks, doing that aggravatingly adorable thing where they communicate with their eyes. Travis looks imposing as ever. He tends to do that when Laura and Sam fight. His arms flex a little more, his body expands enough to remind both of them that he can push them apart at the moment it gets too personal, the moment that Laura will physically strike out because Sam says the wrong thing again. And Laura is openly crying. He made her cry. That is the worst part about it all. While they are the ones who fight the most, aggravate each other the most, push each other the most, Sam hates making her cry.
“You’re out of your fucking mind, Laura Bailey,” Sam whispers. He counters the whisper with a surge of motion, wrapping his hands around her slender face to seal the sentence with a frantic kiss.

Re: Pause

[(Anonymous)]

They all had their weaknesses with one another, things that drew them into each other, one after another until they had tumbled together in a burst of sexual tension.
For Sam and Liam, it had been an obvious step. They had known each other for years on the streets of New York City and their fast friendship quickly made a leap into the unknown. Neither married or seeing anyone serious at the time, Liam’s cuddly nature and doting sensibility had drawn Sam in. A few bottles of alcohol was all it took for Liam’s arm across his shoulders to pull him in with a soft, questioning kiss which turned into a tumble into Sam’s uncomfortably small bed. Their wives knew, of course; it wasn’t as if they were secretive about it when they began the marriage and kids phase of their lives. Their partners were a little warier when it came to adding on the rest of the gang, but it took them a moment of watching them all to realize that their husbands, the fathers of their children, needed this, needed them.
Taliesin and Matt had been dallying in this sort of thing for years. Tal and his unwavering bisexuality had discovered that sometimes, OCD Matthew Mercer needed to let go. Tal helped him let go for years until Marisha entered the picture with a blinding sunbeam. Then there was a stupid awkward dance around what Matt needed from his Tal and the love he had for Marisha until finally Sam and Liam and Travis had locked the three drunk idiots in a bedroom and they worked it out. Matt had two hands to guide him and Tal and Marisha loved each other even more. And sometimes they used their flirting to distract Matt just enough to slip his words up or to drop a dice badly. It was a win-win situation for everyone really.
Laura and Travis were a pair when they arrived in L.A., but there was no secret among friends that they were open to adding a person every now and again. Which was how the light of their lives, Ashley Johnson entered the picture. Laura once said that she’d sing sonnets about Ashley’s tongue, then tried it once, drunkenly, until Ashley shut her up. Travis and Ash were perfect counterparts in the quest to calm Laura. Large hands and a sweet smile that played on soft lips were sometimes everything that Laura needed. Sometimes. Which is how Laura became Liam’s moon. Liam would do anything to make Laura laugh or smile and anything to please her. Travis found it endearing and he benefited from the Liam’s need to please Laura more than once.
It was Sam that was the hiccup. Sam knew he wasn’t 100% straight (he had Liam to thank for that), but he didn’t know if it was just Liam or if it was others. He struggled with it for a while, until the Big Man cornered him at their Halloween party years ago, pinning him against the wall and sucking bruises into his neck with whispered promises of what his hands could really do to him. If Liam’s soft spot was Laura, Travis’ was Sam. Only Sam could taunt Travis about the Redskins and get away with it. There was a reason that they were positioned on opposite sides of the room on Thursday nights, a reason that included Travis teasing Sam under the table during a practice run at Laura and Travis’ while getting his lips on any exposed piece of skin that Sam had showing. Matt had lost control of his concentration ten minutes in.
Travis’ adoration with Sam and Liam’s long-term love affair with Sam grated Laura for a bit. She purposefully pushed his buttons in the beginning. She would drape herself over Liam while staring daggers at Sam as Liam’s attention would hone in on her. Any time Travis began to gravitate towards Sam, she’d distract him with her lithe hands and promises of what she knew got him going. It came to an explosive head one drunken night, just months before their first game together, and Sam and Laura both walked away bruised, limping, and satisfied in ways they hadn’t experienced before. Things were calmer after that, but their jealously flared up often and they were the centers of practically every fight that they had.
Sam doesn’t think twice when Laura is crying in his kitchen and he is the cause. He kisses her, tasting her favorite merlot on her lips and the biting taste of vodka on her tongue. She had obviously prepared before slinking into his house. He braces himself for her to shove him away like she often did when she was mad at him. But she doesn’t. Instead, her hands scramble against him, pulling him in by the shoulders and deepening the kiss with a swipe of her tongue. His hands bury themselves into her hair, gripping onto the dark locks as if his life depends on it. Laura lets out a whine as Sam’s quick tongue follows its favorite map around Laura’s mouth, nipping at her bottom lips as he draws back.
“I’m never leaving you Laura,” Sam whispers, overpowering the whimper that she lets out at the lack of lips on her. “I’m yours. My soul is bonded to you forever. I-”
“Stop talking,” she growls and surges forward. Sam, not expecting the movement, stumbles backwards. He braces himself, anticipating hitting the floor, but is surprised to have his back meet the thick, muscled chest of Travis Willingham. It was Sam’s turn to groan, as his ass collides with Travis’ jean-clad hard-on. A tanned, thick arm weaves around his waist as Laura’s lips dance over his and her hands move to his hips in a trail of nails.
“Listen to the lady, Sam,” Travis growls before his lips begin an exploration of Sam’s jawline. Sam can feel his head start to spin as Laura’s lips leave his and began their own trail to mirror her husband’s. It’s really difficult to stand between the wedded pair; the gorgeousness of their angles in their frames is matched in their reverence to whomever is before them. Even in plain conversations they are focused on their counterparts, their eyes bright and searching, their bodies leaning in. Being in between them, with two sets of matching bands pressing into skin is just…
“Fuck,” Sam moans out, hands moving to bring Laura’s hips in line with his. She matches his groan and pushes against him, forcing him further into Travis, who responds by biting down on Sam’s weak spot underneath his ear.
“Isn’t that the prettiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen?” Taliesin’s voice flits into his ears. Sam opens the eyes that he hadn’t realized he had closed and glances to the breakfast nook. The sight before him almost makes his knees give out if it wasn’t for Travis’ firm grip on his waist.
Marisha is gone from the table and judging by Matt’s posture, is underneath it and working her magic on her fiancé. Taliesin has clamped down on Matt’s left wrist and is leaning into him, the slightness of Matt’s figure making Tal seem much larger. Ashley’s hands had gone from soothing to commanding, left hand in a vice-grip in Matt’s hair and her right is clamped firmly down on his neck and jaw to keep him staring straight at the sight in front of him. Her teeth are scraping over the long column of his throat, red beginning to blossom on his pale skin. Liam has Matt’s other wrist and is staring, open-mouthed and wantonly at the trio in front of him.
“Bet you wish you were in the middle of them, don’t you?” Taliesin murmurs. Matt’s resounding groan echoes off of the tile floor, making Sam match his groan as the husband and wife team suck harder at Matt’s noise. “I bet you’d be good for them just like Sam is.”
“I can be good,” Matt nods as best as he could under Ashley’s firm hold.
“You are good,” Ashley coos into his skin. “So, so good, Matthew.”
“You guys are…fuck…going to be the death of me, God Laura!” Sam’s voice hitches as Laura grinds her teeth into the exposed part of his collarbone.
“Then you’ll die a happy man,” Travis’ laugh rumbles through his chest and into Sam’s back. He pulls his lips away and gives a little push on his shoulder. “You owe the lady an apology, Sam.”
Sam drops to his knees, brain submitting to Travis and Laura instantly. This wasn’t the first time the pair of them have ganged up on him, and he was praying that it wouldn’t be the last. Laura is breathing heavily, staring down at Sam as her husband places both hands on the older man’s shoulders.
“How’d you want him babe?” Travis asks. Laura ponders for a moment and just before she could say a word, Matt curses loudly and moans in a high pitch. The trio glance to the group seated around the table to see Ashley’s arm trailing down to where loud slurping noises were sounding. Laura’s eyes flash and she grins back to her husband.
“Clear the table Liam,” she orders, her voice falling into her dominant voice, one that always sounds too close to Vex, Sam thinks as a shudder runs through him. Sam doesn’t move his head as he hears the scrambling of blunt nails on the wood and the scraping of the salt and pepper shakers. He continues to stare up at Laura, who yanks Travis in by the front of the shirt and is making out with him as if he isn’t even there. After a cough from Liam, Laura pulls away and is obviously satisfied by whatever Liam has done, moving away from Sam with a smirk and a nod to Travis. Travis hauls Sam up by his shirt collar to a standing position and turns him so that he could watch where Laura is heading.
Sam doesn’t realize that the whine he hears has come from him until after Laura is straddling Liam’s waist and grinding down into him. Liam’s head drops back with a deep groan as Laura begins kissing her way up his neck. Matt is watching Liam and Laura now with eyes wider than a scared NPC’s. He makes a strangled sound as Ashley’s arm flexes and Marisha groans. Laura begins whispering to Liam, her tone echoing even though he couldn’t hear her words over the jealous blood thumping into his ears. Liam locks eyes with Sam, pupils blown with lust and need and Laura. Sam twitches in Travis’ hold, wanting to be the cause of that look and to kiss the need off of his face. Liam nods to whatever Laura has said and she yanks his lose hair to meet his lips in a kiss.
“Look at them, Sam” Travis leers, chin digging into his shoulder so his lips could be grazing the shell of his ear in a taunt. “Look at how good Liam is for her. Letting her control him and giving her everything.” Liam makes a noise as his hand roams underneath Laura’s shirt. Sam understands Liam’s plight. It was one thing to be kissing Laura Bailey; it was another thing to be kissing Laura Bailey while Travis Willingham narrates the whole thing. “He’s so faithful to her,” the voice in his ear continues. “Whatever she wants, he’ll give her.” Liam yanks the flowy, dark shirt over her head to expose her dark purple, lacy bra. Sam and Liam’s duet of groans make Travis laugh again and Laura beam. It is their favorite set on her. Liam’s hand plunder her breasts, squeezing and thumbing her nipples through the thin fabric. “I bet he could get her to come before you could,” Travis teases. “You know how sensitive she is.” Laura cries out as if to confirm Travis’ statement. “I bet Liam could get her to come just like that.” Liam’s hips buck up into Laura’s as his lips latch onto the exposed skin. “Just from suckling her like that.”
“Travis, please,” Sam says, hips pushing forward for some sort of friction.
“It isn’t me you have to ask,” Travis tsks. “You know that.”
“Laura, please,” Sam’s voice is tight and crackling as Travis began to nip at his weak spot. “Fuck. Laura, please let me-fuuck,” he groans.
“Maybe this should be your punishment,” Laura gasps, throwing her head back as Liam yanks a cup down and wraps his lips around her dark, hardened nipple. “God, yes!” her hand tightens and Liam groans against her. “You have to watch me with him. Just…shit…watch him please me, be good for me, fuck me.”
“Don’t come Matthew,” Taliesin orders, as Matt cried out. “You’re not allowed to come until Laura comes.” Matt squirms, hands still pinned by Liam and Taliesin.
“Laura,” Sam whines.
“I don’t think you can be as good as Liam,” she purrs, head still thrown back. Liam acknowledges the praise with a tug of her nipple between his teeth.
“I can,” Sam gasps.
“I doubt it,” she opens her eyes and straightens up to look at him.
“Let me prove it,” Sam says, knowing what this power play is all about. “Let me show you.”
“What do you think Liam?” she cards her fingers through his hair as his mouth moves to her other exposed nipple. “Just like that, baby.” She moans again and its mirrored in Matt who can’t take his eyes off of them. Ashley is grinning next to Matt, licking her lips as she looks between Laura and Liam and Sam. “Think your Sammy can be good for me. Prove himself to me?” Liam pulls off of her with a pop and blinks up at her hazily.
“He can certainly have at it.” Laura rewards him with a fierce kiss that goes on far too long for Sam’s liking. Liam moans and thrusts upwards to meet Laura’s hips makes Sam’s own jut forward before grinding back onto the thick cock behind him. The sucking sounds from under the table are mirrored in Travis’ beard searing its way across his skin and his teeth marking him. He’s going to look like he took a beating for sure. Laura finally separates herself from Liam and scoots up onto the table.
“Have at it then,” she challenges, leaning back on her elbows as her legs dangle off of the table. Travis steps away as soon as his wife’s legs spread for Sam. The loss of Travis’ intense body heat and the sight of Laura spread out on his breakfast table makes him stumble forward and drop to his knees. His hands shake as he pops the button on her jeans and its made worse as Liam leans down and began to bite at Laura’s hips.
Sam makes quick work of her jeans, yanking them down her legs to show off the deep purple lace that is already soaked with her juices. He wants to take his time, show her how sorry he really is, but the sight of Matt moving forward to kiss her upside-down and Liam’s lips continuously moving over her abdomen, Sam knows he won’t be able to stand it. He leans up and mouths at her mound through the lace, groaning loudly at the heat and dampness of her. He brings his right hand up and lets his fingers drag torturously against her folds.
“Don’t be a fuckin’ tease,” Travis says, moving up behind him. His thick legs bracket Sam’s torso and it makes him feel boxed in and fuck it’s so good. Sam pushes aside the dark, damp lace and drags two fingers across her folds, watching in fascination as her body arches on the table. When he pushes a finger into her, long and lanky piano-playing fingers, she tenses and groans so loudly he’s sure that the neighbors will hear. Travis’ cock throbs against his head, and Liam and Matt are moaning too. She’s so wet that his middle finger easily joins his index on the next stroke and he’s soon beaconing his fingers to her pleasure.
“Oh God, Sam!” Laura cries out, her body tensing already. She’s tightly coiled and wanting to burst, he can feel it in the way her walls ripple around his fingers.
“Do better,” Travis growls, shoving his head forward to inhale the delicious scent of her. Sam removes his fingers to toss the panties at Matthew, getting a groan in response and a wink from Taliesin.
Sam buries his face into Laura’s sweetness, tongue seeking out her clit. He’s rewarded when he finds it, a loud whine from her and a tight squeeze around his fingers as her legs come up around his ears. He sucks greedily on her clit, trying to pour out his apology between finger strokes. He directs his tongue down and trades of the position of his fingers and his tongue and is rewarded with a moan. But it isn’t from Laura, but from Liam. He looks up to see Liam staring, open-mouthed and hungrily at him. As he licks and slurps at her, he glances around; Ashley and Tal are kissing in front of Matt who has Laura’s panties shoved into his mouth as his eyes flit between the two scenes in from of him. Laura is holding Matt’s wrists now and arching off of the table as she moans, the pitch getting higher and higher as she spins towards desire.

Matt/anyone, petplay

[(Anonymous)]

I'm such a sucker for petplay, and Matt is so good at playing animals... I don't know, my mind goes places! I would love to read some petplay, whether sexual or none-sexual. My favourites are Travis (he was so natural when ordering Galdric to stay!) and Laura (she treats Trinket as her special little guy!) but I'd pretty much read Matt being a pet for anyone.

Re: Matt/anyone, petplay

[ashetay]

Ooooh. This is getting my mind going. Maybe Marisha is out of town and Travis and Laura pup sit?
I could do that.

Sam/Liam - vibrating toys + public teasing

[(Anonymous)]

Liam filled with a vibrating plug to which Sam has the control. Sam wearing a vibrating cock ring to which Liam has the control.

While filming.

Prompt: Travis/Taliesin

[(Anonymous)]

I just love how enamoured they are of each other. In the game and out. They're just wonderful and I'm dying for some just base fucking. Our wonderful gentle giant just screwing our goth lord into a wonderful puddle of gothy goo. Maybe with some spanking, some hairpulling, Travis using his size to make Tal feel caged but safe.
I'm just *insert crying I love them so much gif here*

Re: Prompt: Travis/Taliesin

[(Anonymous)]

This prompt is such a dream come true........ Maybe once I'm caught up on the show, I could try it.

But wow they're so cute sometimes!!!: https://youtu.be/6-Od2lnsiHs?t=6914

Laura/Travis, D/s

[(Anonymous)]

It's been referenced many times that Laura bosses travis around at home, so maybe there's a little D/s element there too...

Re: Laura/Travis, D/s

[(Anonymous)]

100% would read. I will set up camp here.

Taliesin/Anyone (Everyone)

[(Anonymous)]

If you watched the glorious clusterfuck that we this evenings Talks Machina you will have heard Taliesin talk about "putting anything in this studio in my mouth" and well...
Taliesin's oral fixation used to the benefit of the rest of the cast.

Re: Taliesin/Anyone (Everyone)

[(Anonymous)]

Thiiiisssss

Laura / anyone

[(Anonymous)]

As much as I love Dom!Laura, she gets very emotional a lot and it got me thinking about someone (or multiple someones) looking after her, talking her through it, distracting her or maybe even Domming her to get her out of her head? Can be platonic or sexual, I just really want some sweet emotional Laura love.

liam/matt/marisha, fluffy smut

[(Anonymous)]

theyre my ot3 and i just want something nice for them tbh

Ashley/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

In another RPF fill, someone included a bit with Ashley and gagging/deep throating.

needless to say I haven't been able to get the imagine out of my head.

In general not picky though, as I don't think there have been any ashley-centric rpf fills yet. Pretty please someone fix this!

Ashley/Matt(/Marisha?)

[(Anonymous)]

so in that one ... really early episode? where someone gave matt the giant purple sparkly cloak and ashley was taking pictures of him in it during the announcements? and he's always so emotional whenever the cast has one of their post-stream "ashley come back!" moments

marisha can watch/be involved/know what's going on, writer's choice

(this is vague i know but no one's prompted this pairing yet and i would love anything with it)

Travis/Anyone, Daddy Kink

[(Anonymous)]

Travis calls himself Daddy and that's not something you come by on your own; so you know...

Would prefer it to be M/F, but Travis and any of the guys are game, too. Maybe his sensitive boy Matt needs some fatherly encouragement, you know?

Re: Travis/Anyone, Daddy Kink

[(Anonymous)]

Holy fuuuuuuck. Matt/Travis, didn't know I needed it.

Matt/Anyone or Everyone, "sensitive boy"

[(Anonymous)]

Pokes head juuuuuuuust far enough out from shame cave to gesture at this week's Talks Machina I'm ... sorry ... but also I would love anything about this ...

Re: Matt/Anyone or Everyone, "sensitive boy"

[(Anonymous)]

Will join you in that shame cave and second this one.

Guh! Between the 'sensitive boy' bit and the shy little boy act at the end, chewing on the card, Adorable!Matt was out in full force that ep and my synapses still haven't recovered. lol

Laura/Travis, Briarwoods

[(Anonymous)]

Basically they both looked insanely hot as the Briarwoods. I can't imagine them not wanting to take advantage of the awesome costumes especially since in the first TM laura mentioned that the lace under the corset was lingerie and travis got super excited, so even if it was just something regarding that getting used seperately I'd be happy. Can be RP or not, I would just love to see anything with this super hot couple and their super hot halloween costumes

Reverse Prompt :)

[(Anonymous)]

Gimme some Good Stuff? I'll try my best to fill them all least by the end of this weekend!

Marisha/Matt/Taliesin Crossdressing kink?

[(Anonymous)]

Crossdressing, please? Prefer Matt being turned into a pretty lady, much to Marisha & Taliesin's enjoyment. Bonus points for stockings and heels.

Everyone/Everyone; first time

[(Anonymous)]

Basically I'd love to see a fic of how they all got together in a big poly mess of nerds. (I'm not a massive fan of Orion & I know there was a lot of awkwardness around him leaving the show, but I figured them getting together would've occurred pre-stream and he always seemed very cuddly, so it would make sense to me if he was present, but I'd be just as happy if he was not.)

Re: Everyone/Everyone; first time

[(Anonymous)]

I know this is months old but I second this, especially if Orion is included!!!

Mary E McGlynn/Laura(/Travis?), anything

[(Anonymous)]

Mary and Laura seemed very close, so I'd love to see some femslash with them. Travis could be involved/watching/not present, authors choice. I don't really mind about kink, because when thinking about making this prompt I considered snugglefucking, BDSM & everything in between, so I'd probably be super happy with anything, as long as it's not non-con or unsanitary.