criticalkink | CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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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*Deep blush* Thank you very much for the kind words. Those are honestly all of my favorite things & I think all of my M/M/T is similar in those particular elements.

I'm a sucker for nervous Matt and wrapping himself around the fact that he *wants* it, but also feels ashamed of that.

I just love them so much and I'm so happy my little slice of crazy makes you happy too, anon!

Basically, I just want more of this (http://keylethoftheairashari.tumblr.com/post/153390093315/elliewilliam-who-separated-them-episode-43) all the time.

(I know this has already been filled and it was so much better than mine, but I started it and finally finished it... so have a thing!)

Some things are only spoken of in awkward whispers with unsurprised wives. Some things have no name attached to dodge the pitfalls of judgement.

They have an anniversary they take turns pretending doesn't have significance.

"I had a coupon," Sam said last year; "and I realized it's been awhile since I sent my very good friend an edible arrangement."

This year Liam said; "You were looking tired so I booked you a spa day."

It's not a thing, they agreed without actual words. No significant meaning to the fact that something nice happens on that day every year. They don't talk about the thing that is not a thing.

They do joke about it. Joking is easy, it doesn't require Liam's guilt that has been alleviated many times over. It doesn't require Sam to admit that maybe it's pretty gay. It is not a thing.

Sometimes, though, it is a thing. A thing that doesn't really have a name it. Sam calls it "an exception", for Liam it's "an arrangement". Never a secret from the two who need to know, nothing dirty.

They aren't usually drunk when it happens, though sometimes they are. Tonight there is too much expensive whiskey and no supervision or responsibilities. They are alone in Sam's house, in his bed.

Stripped down, Sam's back presses into Liam's chest, they smell like sweat and alcohol and cheap takeout they'll regret by two am but now it's only half ten and they're not quite asleep yet.

It's not always sexual, sometimes a good cuddle is all they want, but tonight is a night for questionable decisions they'll claim they regret even though they don't.

Liam's hand moves in slow circles over Sam's belly, tracing a familiar path it's rubbed a hundred times before. Every few minutes it dips a little lower and Sam makes a soft sound halfway between sleepy and sexy - an unspoken request for the touch to continue.

When Liam's hand wavers a moment before wrapping around the base of his cock, Sam pushes back into him and draws a deep breath of anticipation. They're both clearly aroused in the moment, there's no questioning if either wants to fool around. "I'm pretty drunk." Sam admits; "I might not-"

Liam knows the end of that sentence and kisses his ear before cutting him short. "Me too. Should we maybe not?"

"Please." Sam whispers, squirming against him when Liam's tight grasp strokes him slowly, "We'll try."

“Try.” Liam echoes with a soft laugh, letting his teeth rake against Sam’s ear to draw out a subtle whimper. His palm tightens and strokes a little harder - not tentative, but also not rushing toward any end. It’s their usual lazy sort of passion. He buries his nose in Sam’s hair, inhaling the scent as he digs his own arousal against the familiar softness of Sam’s ass and lets out a soft groan of his own.

“Is that a suggestion?” Sam teases and a tremor drives his hips back against Liam’s once more, almost but not quite admitting he’s open to the suggestion if it is.

Liam answers; “You smell nice.” Together, they laugh - a little too loud, thanks to the whiskey, but it doesn’t break the building mood of their island of drunken debauchery.

Sam turns toward him then, rolling back until Liam folds over him - the hand on his cock resting once more on his soft belly. Liam kisses him, an occurrence that happens enough to be a running gag but not nearly enough to allow others to be in on their thing that is not a thing. It’s serious now, though, with tongues that taste whiskey and pot stickers and the faintest hint of lingering lozenges from recording.

It’s Sam’s beard rasping against Liam’s five o’clock shadow in a way that makes him gasp that makes him squeeze together his thighs in remembrance of his questionable heterosexuality.

That gasp is what seals it, Sam lifts up against him and finds himself easily pushing Liam, rolling him onto his back with a look of wild certainty on his face. Sometimes Sam is smiling and laughing when he knows what he wants and can’t ask for it, tonight he is serious - deep lines written across his face in the room’s dim light as he pins his best friend to the mattress. “What about this?” He asks in a low whisper, experimentally guiding the hardness of his cock along the fold of Liam’s thigh - feeling Liam’s twitch of excitement even before verbal consent.

There’s a quip tickling at the back of his throat, but Liam barely cracks a smile. Serious Sam. Sam of the face the reminds him that this is a thing, that he is loved and he is desired in the same breath. “Yes.” He answers in that same whisper, his voice bare and needy. “All right.”

Years ago they laughed about who was the pitcher and who was the catcher. They were both quite drunk, and over another round they came to the agreement that a rotation system was a lot more egalitarian - not that either had been able to remember or pronounce the word, Liam had called it simply ‘whichever hole works at the moment’. Not that penetration was a big thing.

It didn’t have to be a thing, not when there hands and soft flesh and mouths and Sam’s tongue that was so good at doing that thing that always made him whimper. Some nights, though, it felt necessary… the proper course of action.

Sam kisses him and Liam realizes he’s checked out with the subtle sensation of Sam’s short but thick fingers stroking him just as slowly as he’d done moments before. “Please?” He adds with an almost breathy sigh; “Would you?”

Eyes meet, soft and muted with alcohol and desire. For a moment Sam seems like he might change his mind, something about the way Liam’s eyes glass over feels like maybe they’ve both had too many, but ultimately he nods and kisses him again.

Sam’s hands are deceptively nimble, fingers that play his body like a virtuoso, tickling up Liam’s thighs and over his balls until he’s panting and pushing up against Sam’s chest when he maneuvers himself between Liam’s thighs. He not only wants it, his body is telling him he outright needs it. He needs those fingers splitting him, teasing at his opening as the sweetest face looks down at him - watching for each microexpression.

Their story is in those little ticks, the way the corners of Liam’s mouth twitch with anticipation, the way his eyelashes flutter when he closes his eyes and moans for more even as the first slicked finger slides into him. “Just a tickle…” Liam pants, cheeks flushed darker than the whiskey kiss alone. “Just… fucking… do it.”

They take turns with who has a harder time asking for it, sometimes Liam’s mouth takes a dirty turn and he begs to be fucked in explicit images that’d make a pornstar blush, sometimes Sam’s words get the better of him and he doesn’t care that he’s begging for Liam’s cock… for his come, for him. Tonight, they can’t make the words happen.

They don’t have to. Sam knows, he can feel the tension in Liam’s belly and the hard press of the cock in his hand as he focuses on stretching him open. “A little more,” Sam whispers, squeezing Liam’s cock and milking a bead of wet arousal from the dark tip before drawing it down with his thumb. “Don’t want to break you.”

Liam’s lips stretch into a wicked grin and he moans; “Break me. Please, god fucking break me…” He reaches up and grabs Sam’s shoulders, forcefully pulling at him until he’s empty again and Sam’s beard is scratching at his cheeks with each hard kiss. “I want to hurt tomorrow.” His voice drops to a suggestive purr, eyes half-open and filled with lust.

When Sam fills him again, it’s not the tickle of a finger or two but the hard stretch of his cock pushing him open - forcing the familiar way they fit together every time. “Jesus…” Sam hisses between clenched teeth. Once more he braces his hands under Liam’s shoulders to watch his face contort with pleasure and the tug of pain as a slow meeting of pelvis against hips becomes another and then another.

His body pushes back into each thrust, just a little at first but as he feels the pressure building Liam arches into Sam and wraps his arms around familiar shoulders to close the distance between them. “Yes…” he pants, “oh yeah… fuck.”

It’s hard to focus, but Sam pushes himself to hear the soft pornography of Liam’s voice - an isolated track of a ragged breaths descending into grunts and growled curses as the slap of skin against skin breaks the still of the unusually silent house. They can be loud this time, there’s no chance of small ears hearing the wrong gasp or moan, and the beats carry through empty rooms and hallways until he realizes half of it is him trying to prove his previous worries wrong.

When Liam comes it’s almost a surprise, every time, a sharp sound that’s almost confused and then a yelp that deepens to a satisfied groan as sticky wet heat spreads across the curve of Sam’s belly. “Oh Jesus, Sam… fuck… unh…” He’s dizzy, sucking breaths like he’s run a marathon, but still pushing back into the unexpectedly energetic thrusts. “Come on… you can do it…”

Sam’s laugh creeps up on him, his cheeks flushing even hotter with Liam’s pep talk. “Feels good,” he murmurs, brushing his lips across Liam’s cheek and then catching his lips as his thrusts slow but still dig hard and deep. When he breaks away, it’s with a shallow moan that reverberates through his whole body, but he’s still not there yet. “You okay?”

Liam nods against Sam’s cheek, hands grasping at short hair until his mouth finds Sam’s ear and begs him not to stop. “Please… please, Sam?”

He’s trying, fuck knows he wants to… but his body is digging the low hum of pleasure that rattles through him with each thrust into the tight heat of Liam’s body. Closing the small distance between them, letting Liam’s arms fully embrace him, he focuses once more on the sound of that loving voice.

“I want you,” Liam whispers, tongue darting out against his ear before finishing; “so fucking much.” He moans, not the practiced theatrics but a genuine soft cry when Sam’s cock roots inside him and holds there, thick hips grinding against him. “Please… Sam…”

It’s that plea that does it. Sam’s body seizes and then lets go, his hips jolting into Liam’s yielding flesh with several short pulses. A combination of relief and bliss washes over him and for a long moment, he’s content to simply stay right there mingled with Liam in every way. Arms and legs squeeze him tight and pull his weight down fully, Liam’s mouth finds his and claims it with a slow ferocity of tongue and teeth until they’re both panting and sweaty and sticky.

Liam unwinds himself in pieces, his legs shifting off Sam’s hips as they roll onto their sides, Sam’s spent cock slips out of him and leaves behind the damning evidence of their thing, his arms loosen until only one is trapped under Sam’s shoulder and the other hand strokes fondly over his flushed cheek.

Sam smiles, warm this time… not the showman’s grin, but a genuine loving turn of lips that makes Liam’s cock twitch and body ache for what has passed.

They don’t talk about it. They shower in silence, the drumming of water on two spent bodies impossibly loud in the quiet house. They curl back up together in comfortable naked poise, this time Sam’s body wrapped around Liam as they nuzzle down into soft pillows. It’s their thing, even if they don’t call it a thing, even if nobody ever understands or shares their thing.

In the morning, Sam makes breakfast and Liam makes too-strong coffee. They share a single toothpaste kiss and knowing look before they’re no longer alone and seamlessly transition back into normal life - whatever that is.

a!a from above and ohhh my goodness this is SO GOOD!! I LOVE THEM.

*blush* Thank you! I was hoping I got them right... they're harder for me, I think, but I love them so much. <3

Poster of the fic here! Glad you liked it :D This actually takes place at the same time as a Matt/Liam fic (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8026960) I also wrote, so that's what they were up to :]

This was so lovely!

“Don’t want to break you.”
Liam’s lips stretch into a wicked grin and he moans; “Break me. Please, god fucking break me…” He reaches up and grabs Sam’s shoulders, forcefully pulling at him until he’s empty again and Sam’s beard is scratching at his cheeks with each hard kiss. “I want to hurt tomorrow.” His voice drops to a suggestive purr, eyes half-open and filled with lust.

WHOA

OMG

This is GREAT!

will probably fill this some time soon bc that gifset makes my heart sing

Honestly, shocked there have been no [person]/reader prompts before now. And god damn do I wanna fuck Taliesin. So I'm taking advantage of this whole anonymity thing and saying Hey! Anybody Wanna Write A Thing Where Taliesin Hooks Up With A Fan At A Con? I really don't want to be picky because like, people write these out of the goodness of their hearts, but at the same time... If you could make the reader DFAB, have Taliesin top, and include praise kink, I'd be EVER so grateful. Thanks in advance for if this prompt gets picked up <3

It's funny this wasn't really a pairing i thought I could get in to aside from some goofy jokes and birthday kisses, but i was totally caught up in the story (hehe and the smut of course). It was very sweet, their relationship. Thank you for such a great fic.

In all my years in fandom I've never seen a person/reader km prompt. I thought people generally wrote their own self-inserts.

Pal, I Am Bad At Writing

I've seen a fair few, depends on the fandom really. Some fandoms I see none, some fandoms I see quite a few. I've actually seen an increase in them over the years, mostly for people requesting fics for Character/nonbinary reader or Character/trans reader.

I saw a good dozen of these prompts in the Hetalia fandom; of course, the high number was probably due to the huge size of that kink meme.

Either way, to each their own! <3

(0% plot, all snuggling)

Taliesin doesn't need to say anything; he walks into the bedroom, kicking off his shoes, drops onto the bed, places his head in Marisha's lap, and sighs.

"Migraine?" she asks. He nods into her thighs and makes a small, pathetic noise.

She pulls a small bottle of aspirin out of the bedside table and shakes a couple pills out. She nudges Taliesin's shoulder until he sits up, looking exhausted, and hands over the aspirin and her half-full glass of water. He mutters a quiet "thank you" and kisses her cheek after swallowing the pills, then lays back down, his face pressed into her pajama pants.

Matt had a session that ran long across town, but he should be home soon. Marisha picks her book back up and starts gently scratching Taliesin's scalp, mussing up his mohawk and rubbing her fingertips along the soft fuzz where his hair is just starting to grow in. They sit in almost complete silence, Marisha reading, Taliesin making small relieved sounds as she scratches his head.

She's so absorbed in the moment that she doesn't hear Matt come in. She finally notices when she glances away from her book to see him standing in the doorway, a tiny smile on his face.

He takes over Taliesin duty while Marisha goes to wash up for the night. When she comes back, Matt is sitting up in bed, Taliesin's head on his chest. Apparently it's a bad migraine, one that saps all the energy out of him, because it seems he couldn't manage pajamas but at least got his jeans off.

Matt is quiet, stroking Taliesin's hair and pressing light kisses to the top of his head. Marisha crawls into bed on Taliesin's other side and gives him a soft kiss. He hums, content as he eases into sleep, and Marisha clicks the lights off after sharing a kiss with Matt too.

Okay, this was my prompt and

a) this is delightful and I love everything about it

b) so, coincidentally, today is my birthday and I think this is my favorite present so far. 8)

Awww. So lovely and cuddly! This is precious.

*blush* I consider that high praise! <3 Thank you very kindly.

Do you have a preference for pronouns to use in this fic when referring to the reader? Just wanna make sure this fill doesn't trigger dysphoria.

Based on Taliesin's recent political tweets:

7 Nov: "The Affordable Care Act literally saved my life"
(https://twitter.com/executivegoth/status/795710786068877312)

9 Nov: "Taking some time to clear my head for what comes next."
(https://twitter.com/executivegoth/status/796552624732413952)

14 Nov: "Apparently work doesn't do itself while you go fetal for a week. Important safety tip. #gofetal2016"
(https://twitter.com/executivegoth/status/798265712645009411)

I don't relish imagining Taliesin in any kind of emotional pain, but I would love to see the comfort side of the hurt/comfort dynamic set up here. Maybe he spends a lot of time cuddling with Marisha & Matt. Like, the "practically moves in" type of "spends a lot of time."

Idk, this might still be too close and real to be a good prompt. Processing the election results has been hideously painful, for many of us I assume. I'd like to think Taliesin has been able to lean on his friends while enduring #gofetal2016

there's a REALLY GOOD fill like this on the first page but i am having a lousy day so i thought maybe i could prompt some more

just like. anything with Matt & Marisha hand-feeding their goth boy and lovin on that tummy. pls and thank you have a nice day

On it. Any favorite foods, nonny? Explicit sexual content or focus on feeding and belly worship only?

!!! sweets/pastries would be really good... also an emphasis on the feeding and belly love would be great but honestly anything is fantastic, ilu

DA

OMG flaky pastries with loads of finger licking!

look there have been a few weird jokes about twincest in game and in panels and i can't for the life of me find it but i seem to remember liam saying something along the lines of "look that's your hangup not mine." and then went on to clarify that he meant himself, not vax. so, i guess, run with it?

(also if anyone can direct me to that quote, if it's real, i would be much obliged)

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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untitled sleepy cuddles, Matt/Marisha/Taliesin

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Taliesin h/c #gofetal2016

Matt/Marisha/Taliesin, feeding/belly kink

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liam/laura literally anything