CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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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.

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The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.


Now go forth and prompt!

Comments

Mary/Liam/Sam - Alcohol, a hot tub, and a podcast

[(Anonymous)]

So, if you haven't heard it yet the AWNP episode from Mary's hot tub is easily my fave. What I'd love to see is what happens when the recording stops...

Re: Mary/Liam/Sam - Alcohol, a hot tub, and a podcast

[(Anonymous)]

Ugh, yes, seconded, I'd forgotten about that episode! Such goodness.

Laura/Travis - wedding night

[(Anonymous)]

(Or Marisha/Matt - engagement celebration?)
I apparently have a thing about weddings. All those emotions. Really hot outfits. Lots of adorable. All the love. Excessive PDAs.
So maybe a little adorable, fluff smut from that night. Or even something from the day, semi-public/outside stuff? Feel free to add kinks, as long as it's cute & full of love, please!
Don't really mind about the pairing, they're just the only ones (so far!) that are actually married to each other.

Matt/Everyone, cuddling H/C

[(Anonymous)]

Matt always holds his emotions in so much to keep the game going that it's heartbreaking to see his face after the session ends sometimes, like how composed he was during the entirety of episode 64, The Frigid Doom, and then immediately after he called the session he looked WRECKED. This man needed all the cuddles. Please give him some cuddles.

Re: Matt/Everyone, cuddling H/C

[(Anonymous)]

p.s. Bonus points for overly-affectionate-cat!Taliesin (https://twitter.com/talksmachina/status/839901545512644608)

Calm and Quiet (Travis/Marisha, public)

[(Anonymous)]

(this, uh, this isn't a prompt, it just wouldn't leave me alone and I'm not actually comfortable posting it anywhere else??? if this isn't allowed I'll totally remove it)

Matt called the break and Marisha fled down the hallway, not making eye contact with anyone. Tonight was bad. Everything was going wrong, any reading comprehension she might have had seemed to have flown right out the window, and every time she opened her mouth it was like she could feel thirty thousand people waiting for her to say something stupid again.

She was passing the breakroom when she felt herself pulled abruptly sideways by the elbow, and into what felt like a solid, warm wall.

“Hey.” She could feel Travis’ voice rumble through his chest where she was pressed against it, and she pushed her face into him as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Hi.” Her voice cracked, even though she’d basically whispered, and he squeezed her lightly.

“You gotta calm down,” he murmured into the top of her head.
“Everything’s getting under your skin.”

“I can’t help it,” she protested, and he kissed her hair gently.

“I know, I know. …let me help.”

He turned the two of them and walked towards the wall, behind the shadow of the door where it was propped open. When Marisha’s back hit the wall he released her, putting an arm on either side of her head.

“Travis,” she whispered, her eyes wide. It wasn’t that Travis was married, or even that he was married to Laura; their friend group had long since wound itself into looping, interconnecting relationships, be they sexual, romantic, or platonic. Travis’ closeness, his warmth, was familiar to her now. “We’ll get caught.”

“Not if you’re quiet,” he countered, lifting an eyebrow at her, and she didn’t expect the shiver that ran down her spine.

She gave a long, slow exhale and nodded, lifting her face up to his as he kissed her.

His hands were quick, unfastening her jeans and sliding them down over her hips, fingers slipping beneath the cloth of her panties without bothering to remove them. Her fingers skipped across the zipper of his jeans as one of his dipped inside her, collecting the wetness already gathering there, and immediately sought out her clit.

She bit back a whimper as he didn’t waste time building a rhythm, instead resting on the bud of her clit for a mere second before rubbing quickly, insistently, sending electric shocks up her spine. Biting her lip, she managed to get Travis’ jeans open and down, reaching through the front of his boxers to find him half-hard. His breath hitched a little as she touched him, drew him out, and she quickly wet her hand before wrapping it around the head of his cock.

It didn’t take much to get him fully hard from there, the possibility of being caught heightening both their nerves, making every slide of skin and muffled sound that much more electric. Marisha was grinding against his hand now, and his hips were moving in time with her strokes, both of their breathing growing ragged, when they weren’t outright holding it in an attempt to stay quiet. Travis paused in his assault on Marisha’s clit briefly, hooking his other hand behind her leg and lifting it up around his waist, reangling his hand to drive his finger inside her.

She clutched at his shoulders, biting the fabric of his shirt to muffle the moan he pulled out of her as he added a second finger, curling them inside her. His fingers were long and blunt, not quite filling her but doing most of the job. He brushed against that spot that made fireworks dance behind her eyes, moving over it again and again. His cock was pressed between them this way, feeling the warmth of her, and he rubbed himself against her hip as his fingers worked within her. Marisha could do little but hang onto him, her breath hot against his neck, the occasional absent kiss pressed against his throat.

Travis knew that meant she was close, that Marisha reached a point where her senses were overwhelmed, that she was nothing
but sensation driving towards a peak. Normally he loved dragging that point out, teasing her slowly and building her up over and over until her eventual climax left her boneless. But there were sounds of movement from down the hall, chairs scraping and readjusting as people took their seats. So he redoubled his efforts, pressing his thumb against her clit as best he could, leaning in towards her ear.

“You’re so beautiful like his,” he murmured, hearing the little whimpers she stifled with every movement. “I love making you like this.” Her next kiss turned into a scrape of teeth, and he sucked in a sharp breath as fire danced towards his belly. “Careful,” he whispered. “This is a secret, remember? Just you and me. Until they realize we’re missing from the set…”

He wasn’t sure if it was the threat of discovery, or his fingers working against and inside her, or a combination of the two, but she bit down hard on his shoulder as she came, clenching and trembling around his fingers, a soft flood of warmth against his hand, and he felt the muscles of her thigh twitching under his other hand before he released her.

She sank to her knees without prompting, taking the head of his cock in her mouth, and he bit back a groan as her hand worked up and down his shaft. His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her forward, and with a preparatory breath she slid as far she could, her nose pressed against his hip.

His other hand braced against the wall, his breathing growing more and more ragged as Marisha’s throat worked around him. He pulled back before her eyes started watering, and down the hall he started hearing their names in questioning tones.

A bolt of panic ran down his spine, and the adrenaline tipped him over the edge. A nearly inaudible groan, and a sharp warning tug on Marisha’s hair, and he spilled into her mouth, her hands resting against his thighs as she swallowed him down.

They rested that way for a mere moment before Travis pulled back, putting himself back together as quickly as he could, glancing down at Marisha as she collected her breathing.

“Feel better?” He murmured, and she smiled up at him. It was a pretty sight, a genuine smile from Marisha, even as she was on the floor with only one leg through her jeans.

“Yeah, actually. Though now I’m panicking they’re gonna wonder where the fuck we are.”

“That’s fair. I’ll go first.” He stepped out of the break room, checking the hallway, taking quick steps towards the set.

Marisha cleaned herself up as best she could without stepping out from behind the door, wishing she at least had time to check her makeup, but she supposed that was the price she paid for unconventional anxiety treatments.

“Where’s Marisha?” she could hear Laura clearly now, undercut by the scrape of Travis’ chair as he sat.

“Marisha who?” was Travis’ response, and she could almost hear Laura rolling her eyes.

She made her own way down the hall, double-time, sliding into her seat just as they were counting down.

“Sorry,” she whispered. Matt just cast his eyes over at her, a worried glance that she fended off with a bright smile. He returned it briefly before rolling into the post-break welcome.

“Feeling better?” Taliesin murmured.

“Yeah.”

“Travis always was a fast worker.”

Her head snapped around to him, and his badly-concealed grin. A glance at the other table revealed a knowing smirk from Laura and a sheepish look from Travis. Liam and Sam were giving each other grief – in character, out, who could even tell anymore – and missed the exchange.

She turned back to her binder and flipped through it quickly, mostly to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Taliesin’s hand found hers under the table, and gave it a quick squeeze.

“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Trust me, we’re mostly jealous you pulled it off.”

And that brought a burst of giggles to the forefront, chasing off whatever anxiety was threatening to reassert itself.

Luckily, she had recent practice in keeping quiet.

Re: Calm and Quiet (Travis/Marisha, public)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh. All the things I never knew I needed

Sam/Liam, cuddles and kisses

[(Anonymous)]

this gifset from talks machina is gonna make me cry: http://samrriegel.tumblr.com/post/158710298617

pls anything with them...there can never be enough of them

Ashley/Matt/Liam, "That one was a two-on-one!"

[(Anonymous)]

Accidental kinky quotes from Talks Machina bring me joy and make me want fic. Please write this one.

Re: Ashley/Matt/Liam, "That one was a two-on-one!"

[(Anonymous)]

... I don't know what the Talks context was for this but I do know that I need this

Matt/anyone; lingerie kink

[(Anonymous)]

so a couple of the fills/prompts have mentioned some things about matt and feminization/lingerie/dressing up and ... okay, i am super into it and would love that to be the focus of a fic

prefer with liam and/or marisha but honestly could be with anyone or poly, i am not picky

Fill: Pretty For You (Taliesin/Matt, feminization kink) 1 & 2/?

[afullmargin]

I didn't quite get into the lingerie part of this, but it is on deck for part 2! I kind of see this becoming a series because it's sort of my thing?
****

Pretty For You
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11395566/chapters/25521492

Laura/anyone deep throat

[(Anonymous)]

There was an Ashley version of this prompt & I thought Laura needed one too...

Brian/Ashley/Laura

[(Anonymous)]

Kink is in the Title. ;)

Re: Brian/Ashley/Laura

[(Anonymous)]

All you have in the title is a ship. Do you have a particular scenario you want to see them in or does anything go?

Anyone/Anyone, Cheating/Dark Roleplay

[(Anonymous)]

There's a lot of poly shipping here, so I wanted to see a story about someone cheating on their SO with someone else in the cast, whether they "pretend" to be cheaters/hide the relationship even though they are okay with their SO having other partners, or are actual cheaters. Would love to see the SO "find out" whether it's part of the scene or because someone's been sloppy.

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

[(Anonymous)]

(sorry if this isn't entirely what you wanted, OP, lightning struck me and I went with it. hope you enjoy!)

Matt shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t have his head bowed against the mattress, his hand around his cock as Taliesin rushes them both to a finish. The other man draping over him for a moment, the closest they ever get to holding each other. Checking the clock, quickly, quickly. A kiss at the door, before opening it, check the windows first, another glance at the clock. You should tell her, she wouldn’t care./But what if she does, I can’t, not yet. Shouldn’t, shouldn’t. I love you, you know that, right?/Of course I do, I love you too.

Marisha shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be pressed between Taliesin and the wall, shouldn’t be biting her fist to stifle the noises of pleasure that spill from her mouth. No one will hear./But what if they do? Never on the bed, he’d know. On the floor, against the wall, in the shower, but never the bed. He peppers kisses down her neck, rests his forehead on her shoulder. She shudders and he follows and they both go still against each other, fleeting moments they shouldn’t have. You could tell him, it’d be alright./But what if it’s not? I can’t, not yet. Kisses him long and deep, holding him close for as long as she can. Walks him to the door, holding his hand. Shouldn’t, shouldn’t. They’re never discreet, but they play it off well, no one seems the wiser. You know I love you, right?/I love you, too.

Taliesin shouldn’t be doing this. Some days he’s the worst friend on the planet, some days they’re the most stubborn, fearful people he knows, some days it’s both. Those days are fun. He tries and he tries to bring them all together, the way he’s sure they’re meant to be, but they’ve gone too far, they’re too scared now, fearful that what started as a transgression can never be redeemed. He should stop. It’d be kinder. But some days he’s selfish, and loves them both so deeply he thinks he’d fly apart if he wasn’t pulled between them.

--

Matt sits on the sofa, his arm around her. She smells like shampoo and rests bonelessly against him, yawns through most of the movie. Long day?/What? Oh, yeah, it must have been. The towels smell like Taliesin, but he can’t ask her about that, not without admitting he knows what Taliesin smells like. He kisses her hair, squeezes his eyes tight. You should tell her.

Marisha curls against him on the sofa, eyes on the screen but mind a thousand miles away. Taliesin’s hair was on one of Matt’s shirts, but she can’t ask him about it. Not without admitting she was burying her own clothes deep in the hamper, hoping to hide the stains. She bites her lip. You should tell him.

--

“Hey babe?”

“Hm?”

“Can...I talk to you about something?”

“Sure. I...kind of wanted to talk to you, too.”

“Oh?”

“You go first.”

“...I don’t want to.”

“Heh, okay. Same time.”

They both take a deep breath.

Anyone or everyone, food

[(Anonymous)]

I'm afraid I don't know the name for this link, but something involving eating/ licking sweet stuff off of someone would be nice. I don't really mind who is involved or how many, but this and lots of lovely kisses, maybe some other stuff?

Re: Anyone or everyone, food

[(Anonymous)]

I meant kink, not link!

Taliesin/Anyone; Leather

[(Anonymous)]

What's a fan got to do to get some leather kink around here? I'm not super fussy, as long as it involves leather, and Taliesin, and ideally Taliesin getting his mouth on some leather. Fun possible ideas include boot worship, leather gloves (and fingers in mouths), leather gags, flogging / BDSM tools made out of leather, making him rub himself off against a boot or leather-clad thigh, distracting leather jackets during the show... the possibilities are endless tbh. Bonus points for "anyone" being Marisha or Laura, or multiple people; bonus bonus points for a little bit of messiness and humiliation along with this all (ie. Taliesin drooling and coming on things and being told off for being a "messy boy" and a "slut", stuff like that).

Re: Taliesin/Anyone; Leather

[(Anonymous)]

Yes. Someone should write this.

Taliesin/Anyone, "Complete lack of control is fun"

[(Anonymous)]

So I'm just watching Talks Machina from Wondercon and... that is a sentence that left Taliesin's mouth.
I'm thinking something along the lines of a poly thing, with Taliesin blindfolded and getting used but I'm willing to take pretty much everything.

Re: Taliesin/Anyone, "Complete lack of control is fun"

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god seconded. Taliesin says the best things. *_*

Camping here.

Sam/Ashley - mutual unresolved sexual tension

[(Anonymous)]

I'm thinking something where the cast (and Brian) have their consensual additions to their primary relationships, but Sam and Ashley together is the one that never happens. Their significant others never OK'd it, so it doesn't happen. And they both really want it to.

Whether it gets resolved is up to the author. Cheating, negotiating, or never happening all ok.

anyone/anyone; edging/overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

Would prefer m/f but I love all the pairings in this fandom so I'm not that bothered

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

[(Anonymous)]

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.

any/any, watersports

[(Anonymous)]

hi yes this is all i want

strong preference for taliesin but i am not picky

Re: any/any, watersports

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE

Laura/Matt, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

Matt likes Laura's filthy mouth at the game table, so what if that translated to the bedroom?

+bonus for Laura fucking him with a strap-on

Re: Laura/Matt, dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

Is there anyone who /doesn't/ like Laura's filthy mouth?

Travis/? - size kink

[(Anonymous)]

Preferably with Laura and/or Ashley, but Travis being huge & muscular & the lady being tiny and soft. Maybe him surrounding them in bear hugs, wall fucking, her body worshipping his muscles, him body worshipping her curves (which his hands cover easily)? Just some suggestions, hopefully someone will be interested in filling with something!

Everyone/Laura - dirty talk fantasies

[(Anonymous)]

Just saw the Matt/Laura prompt above & everyone seems to love her filthy mouth, so I was wondering if there could be something with it giving the rest of the cast ideas leading to at the table fantasies or something? Whether that's all it is, or whether it's part of a poly thing that they then explore together away from the table is authors choice, I guess. I just get the feeling that everyone's a little (or a lot) in love with Laura & would love for something to show that.

Laura/anyone (semi?)public sex

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe someone helps her relax during a break after a stressful couple of hours of CR, or she & Tal get carried away with in game flirting & need a release, or she & Travis get experimental somewhere or something? Anything? Please?

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

[(Anonymous)]

(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.

Liam/everyone, lovefest

[(Anonymous)]

After Liam's oneshot this week, the rest of the cast shows him they love him too, just more physically than verbally. Could just be snuggles, could be an orgy, or both- whatever, as long as Liam gets his love on.

Re: Liam/everyone, lovefest

[(Anonymous)]

gosh yes, so very seconded

Ashley/Matt/Marisha, (semi?)public sex

[(Anonymous)]

They were so handsy at the table together during Liam's one-shot? Bonus for them being at the studio/at a game table, but really anything is good!

Anyone or everyone sex toys

[(Anonymous)]

There have been some awesome fics/prompts for people with vibes on the show, which I'd be interested to see a female version of? Or people experimenting/having fun in private? Just give them toys to play with, please?

Matt/Anyone (everyone?) - Snuggles

[(Anonymous)]

I just finished watching the Q&A with Matt and things got personal and real and I JUST NEED MATT GETTING SNUGGLES. Hugs and comfort for our soft boy. I don't care who with or how many. Just... All the snuggles.

Re: Matt/Anyone (everyone?) - Snuggles

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so hard. Poor boy needs some love.

Everyone - "Cuddle Puddle"

[(Anonymous)]

On TM, Marisha admitted having a dream where they were all in Malibu, on a futon, in a cuddle puddle. She even said 'that's going to be fanfic!' so would hate for her to be 'disappointed.' lol