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criticalkink) wrote2016-02-22 08:30 pm
criticalkink) wrote2016-02-22 08:30 pm
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...
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them tocriticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.
The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: 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!
Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-18 04:16 am (UTC)(link)***
The house is unusually quiet despite its occupants. Ashley has been back on filming break only a day, but the jet lag fade lines around her eyes have faded and she wears a soft, confident, smile as she occupies one side of the sofa with Marisha on the other end.
Marisha offers her a wan smirk, a silent communication of relaxation. The music is soft enough that they can occasionally hear the shuffle of feet and unintelligible whispers of their lovers in the kitchen.
“Thank you,” Ashley says softly; “for, you know, taking care of him while I’m away. I don’t think I’d trust anyone else.”
“No problem.” Marisha turns her head toward the kitchen, the sound of Matt’s bare feet an audible tip-tap on the tile. “Besides, Matt did most of the work.”
When Matt steps through the breezeway carrying a clutch of wine glasses and a large bottle, his cheeks are nearly as pink as the obvious blush down his throat and bare chest. There’s an shift in his boxers when they both look at him, but he only lowers his eyes and steps forward.
“Good boy,” Marisha murmurs affectionately. She accepts the glass when Matt offers, holding it in front of her to allow him to pour. She knows that with their guest present, he’s been on his best behavior for the most part… of course, she can also see the pink nibble mark on Matt’s shoulder that hadn’t been there when the boys were sent for refreshments. “I was just telling Ashley about how helpful you’ve been with taking care of Brian while she’s away.”
Matt swallows and then lifts his eyes briefly to Ashley before lowering them again. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure.”
Ashley giggles and shifts her sneakers out from underneath her as she is handed a glass to have filled. The whole thing is still a little new to her and she blames Matt and Marisha’s arrangement almost as much as Brian’s interest in trying it out themselves. It’s been over a year, but she still sees the clear difference between their situations; Matt is gleefully subservient, enjoying the times he can let go of the responsibilities put on him and allow someone he loves to make decisions for him. Brian is… well… for lack of a better term, he’s a bit of a brat. He enjoys it, but also pushes back until Ashley’s calm demeanor is a raging storm of frustration. It’s his way, she thinks, of playing the game by pushing her buttons.
Wine poured, Matt returns the bottle to its usual place on the table before lowering himself to his knees on the floor at Marisha’s feet. He leans into her and nuzzles against her long skirt until her fingers comb delicately through his hair. He knows what’s coming and has tried to restrain his enthusiasm; of course wearing nothing but boxers and a smile it’s pretty hard to hide anything from their watchful eyes. “Go ahead and start with our guest,” Marisha says. Her wrist turns, dragging a stray lock of dark hair behind Matt’s ear.
Matt nods slowly and brushes a kiss in the soft fabric before crawling across the floor. This is good, this is exciting and new, something he’d anticipated Marisha would ask of him - more hoped that she would - as a reward for his hard work. Pushing up on his knees, he addresses Ashley with eyes downcast and a softened voice; “May I please wash your feet?”
Marisha says casually; “He gives the best goddamn pedicures, believe me, you want to get in on that.”
Ashley hears the telling shift in Matt’s tone, it’s not just a service he provides but something he enjoys beyond a job well done. The knowing look on Marisha’s face only confirms it. “Of course,” she coos, tentatively reaching out to tilt his chin up until beautiful eyes look back up at her. It never ceases to amaze her how easily his features can shift from intensely powerful one moment to a cute puppy the next - currently, it’s closer to the latter. “If you take off your shorts first.”
It’s not so much the words that impact him, but the sweet little voice that says them. Matt swallows hard, and then glances back to Marisha who gives a single nod of approval. Without hesitation, he stands up and hooks both thumbs at the waistband of his shorts only to have them knocked away. Ashley takes control of the moment, drawing the soft cotton down his hips. Unsure for the barest of a second, Matt clasps his hands behind his neck and closes his eyes; blushing darker and hotter as the waistband clears his pelvis and his cock stiffens, shifting up toward his belly under her gaze.
When Brian enters, the first thing he sees is Matt standing cowed and naked with his hands clasped behind his neck, and then it occurs to him who he’s standing in front of. The jealousy comes in a small wave, barely a bump but enough for him to clutch the warm basin in his hands even tighter as he stops in his tracks. He knows it’s silly to be jealous given the things that had transpired in the last couple weeks, even more given the fact that they both agreed this was a thing they were both okay with. After a deep breath, he settles himself and allows the fact that what he’s seeing is actually really hot take root. Ashley’s hands are lingering on Matt’s hips, she glances toward Marisha and teases; “I think he’s just a little eager.”
Matt whimpers when one of Ashley’s hands moves from his hip to grasp his partially aroused cock, the flesh responding even before she firmly squeezes around the base and offers him one slow stroke base to tip. It’s all he can do not to moan, the fire spreading through him completely. When he openes his eyes, she’s staring at his awkwardly aroused cock, licking her lips, and part of him expects to feel those lips on him for the first time, instead he hears Marisha’s order; “Knees.”
Brian hesitates, watching Matt hit his knees between Ashley’s feet without thinking, and then comes down on his bare knees beside Marisha without a word, tilting the heavy basin to narrowly avoid spilling. This week has been a lesson in keeping his mouth shut; he’s spent more time grunting against a rubber ball or taut fabric than able to speak, and it has been a rough lesson to say the least. When he sees the look of pure amusement on Ashley’s face, knowing she hasn’t even noticed him kneeling there, he almost wishes he was gagged now. Thankfully, before he can say something he’ll regret, Marisha’s fingers rake through his hair before turning to sharp claws against his scalp and draw him closer. “I’ll keep this one busy,” Marisha says, drawing Ashley’s attention.
Ashley blushes, noticing Brian knelt in front of a large basin at Marisha’s feet. “Oh!” She licks her lips, mind tripping over the fact that he’d probably been there a while. “Yes, you should.”
Head down, mouth shut, Matt takes the basin and slides it on the floor to rest between Ashley’s feet. It’s full of hot water, a blue cloth floating on top of mild bubbles. It’s not a full pedicure, Marisha didn’t get out the kit, but he takes no less care. His pulse is already elevated when he lifts Ashley’s right foot and pulls the sneaker’s shoelace, loosening it before easing it off her foot. Marisha groans and it only sends his pulse higher, knowing it’s not his actions but something he’s missing while focused on slowly folding down Ashley’s sock until he cups her heel.
“You’re so gentle,” Ashley murmurs, watching Matt’s sure hands at work. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Brian between Marisha’s thighs, her long skirt hiked up around her waist as he noses the slip of her panties, but her focus is on Matt’s hands. Long fingers caress her ankle as he eases the sock past her instep, and Matt’s cock shifts fully hard against his thigh. Finally, her toes are bare and when she wiggles them, he draws an unsteady breath. “Taste them,” she says, glancing up to see him looking at her expectantly, as though he wanted to ask for just that. She knows what Marisha would do, what she should do, and curtly adds; “And if I catch you looking at me like that again, you’re done.”
With an audible gulp, Matt drops his eyes and flushes hot again. He hadn’t meant to, but it was hard not to beg when such a desirable thing is in his hands. “Yes ma’am,” he answers quickly. Reverently, he holds her heel in one hand as the other folds around the arch. Lowering himself, he smells first, not the delicious clean scent but the warm and familiar tang of skin and sweat. It’s dirty, and the thought only excites him more since Marisha never allows him that particular taste. He kisses each toe, brushing his lips over the tip and then the pad one by one, his anticipation building until Matt finally wraps his lips around her smallest little toe completely, lapping with his tongue before suckling at the tiny digit.
Another gasp closes Marisha’s throat and she digs her nails harder into Brian’s scalp, pushing his face into her mound. His nose digs at her clit through her panties, the fabric saturated with his saliva and her arousal as what had started with tiny kitten licks had become his full tongue lapping at the cotton and pressing it into her skin as though his desperation to taste her could melt it away. She lifts her hips into him, smothering him completely for a long moment before pulling him back by the hair with a rough yank. “Now, ask nicely.”
Brian feels dizzy and draws deep breaths, eyes closed for a long moment before opening to focus on his goal. Head down, he carefully asks; “May I please you, Miss Marisha?” She’s more into rules than Ashley ever has been, formality, making him want until it’s painful… and really, it’s made his training hard.
Marisha smiles down at him, seeing his cheeks flushed with effort, Brian’s hands are braced on her calves, no doubt to keep them off the bulge tenting at his shorts, and then she looks to Ashley. She’s flushed too, skin ruddy with what seems to be embarrassment and probably arousal, one hand grasping at the sofa cushion as the other covers her mouth. Matt’s taking good care of her, sucking her toes diligently, moaning around each one. “You may,” she answers, sweeping aside her panties to allow access to her bare slit. Brian moans as he pushes close once more without need for her digging nails and rough grasp, tongue lapping at her wetness eagerly.
In any other situation Matt would likely be distracted by Marisha’s moans, but right now he’s focused on giving. He lets up off of Ashley’s big toe with a wet pop, punctuating it with a moan that’s stifled when he eagerly wraps his mouth around the width of her foot, taking them all between his lips as best he can, struggling even harder to stroke between each digit with his tongue when he hears her moan out loud. “Enough,” Ashley pants, a thready whine to her voice; “please, wash it clean.” Matt whimpers and draws back, darling a long lick that starts at her heel and tickles over her sole all the way to her wet toes. “Jesus, Matthew!” She cries out, pressing the sole of her foot against his face. If she thinks that’s a punishment, she’s wrong. Matt groans and feels a wet bead dripping down the shaft of his cock as she pushes her arch against his scruffy cheek.
Marisha’s soft panting moans break to a frustrated growl. She pants, “Be good, Matthew.”
Offering Ashley puppy eyes, he dare not look at Marisha after interrupting her, he lowers the delicate foot in his hands to the soapy water. “Yes ma’am.” He lowers his head again, letting himself focus on the act of slippery fingers on skin. At first he drags the soft cloth over the top of her foot and then the bottom before focusing between her toes. His fingers slide easily on her skin and soft little noises urge on his exploration. He wants to taste her skin again, the soapy sweetness of freshly washed toes, but doesn’t dare ask.
At first it’s strange for her to watch the ritualistic display. Ashley has seen Matt deep in his moment a hundred times in different context, the way his brow furrows and his hair sweeps down his cheeks as he leans in to study her. The sort of deep concentration he usually reserves for reading over notes or checking something that doesn’t seem right is now focused in on her foot. Each stroke of his long fingers is tender, worshipful even, and it tickles pleasantly over her skin. “Oh gosh…” she pants, feeling the slow and steady heat rising from the sheer intimacy of Matt’s touch and the way it clearly arouses him. When she lifts her foot out of his slippery hands, Matt lets out a soft huff of protest that’s replaced by a gentle ‘ahh’ when she lifts her other sneaker for his attention. “Not done yet, Mercer.”
Marisha shudders, her thighs quaking as they lock tight around Brian’s ears when she comes. His tongue probes deep into her, wet lapping grunts meet with the gentle rub of the tip of his nose on her clit. With several deep breaths, she brings herself back around and once more digs her nails into his scalp, taking full hold to pull back his head and see the flushed drunk lust on his face. “Brian, stay.”
Brian groans and looks up to her, not expecting the sting of her slender hand smacking his cheek with an indelicate snap of skin against skin. He yelps loudly; “Yes ma’am!” Leaning back on his heels is automatic now, almost a direct response to being slapped even as the pain sends spikes of arousal through him. As much he adores his Ashley, it’s not her style to really make him hurt.
Marisha slides closer to Ashley then, as Matt dips her second foot into the water, and leans in close - whispering against her ear; “Do you want to see Brian’s new trick before or after he's had his turn with the foot boy?”
For a moment the question doesn't really register, Ashley’s head is swimming with unexpected arousal and the gentle slide of Matt’s fingers replacing the cloth and tracing from her ankle down over the curve of her heel as reverently as someone might stroke a breast or thigh. Drawing a deep breath, she shakes her head slightly. ‘I… I don’t know.” It’s meant to be a whisper, but instead forms a breathy and content sigh.
“Then after,” Marisha says. “Brian, up. I think it's your turn.”
Matt protests again, a barely audible whimper as he flushes away the soap bubbles clinging to Ashley’s fair skin. It's not that he doesn't want to do Brian’s also, he's actually been looking forward to it, just that he's enjoying the way Ashley shifts and tries not to squirm under his touch. He wants to do a thorough job. When he hears the sofa under Brian’s weight as he sits in the center, Matt lifts Ashley’s toes to his lips for one last kiss before taking his basin and sliding over.
Brian has almost gotten used to being touched by his hosts, as strange as it feels it's easier with Ashley there showing nothing but approval when Marisha’s hand slides across his boxers and draws the fold back to expose his fully erect cock. “Look at you,” Ashley breathes as she wraps her fingers around the girth of his shaft and strokes slowly, “Matt’s not the only one showing off.” Brian gasps, his head once more grasped by Marisha’s slim fingers to stifle any words that were vaguely bouncing around his brain to be silenced on the gentle slope of her breast.
“You should take your pants off and put it to good use.” Marisha opens her grip on Brian’s hair, satisfied as his tongue and lips affectionately toy at her nipple. “I think he’s earned a treat.”
Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
It's not a competition, Matt knows he'd take distant third, but he can't help feeling a little competitive. With the others mostly distracted, he can at least take his time as he traces the creases of Brian’s instep; first with his fingers, and then with a slow lap of his tongue. Larger and thicker, the foot has more weight in his hands than Ashley’s, Matt’s learned that he's less tender there too and when he rakes his blunted nails over the top from ankle to toe Brian moans where Marisha would kick and swear at him. Following the low arch with his tongue, Matt closes his mouth over the length of his big toe and sucks deliberately slow. Brian’s foot flexes, ticklish under the delicate touch, and then relaxes as Matt’s strong fingers squeeze and caress, feathery caresses now a firm massage.
Ashley leans into her lover, folding herself almost demurely in Brian’s lap despite the eager, joyous look on her face as she works her hips, grinding down against his shallow thrusts. “Such a good boy,” she pants, leaning in to press her forehead to his. “Oh my god…”
Marisha giggles then, and nuzzles against where their heads meet. “Pretty cool, huh?” She grins even wider, thoroughly enjoying the soft air of sensuality that mingles with their forged friendship all too easily. She hesitates, cautious to push beyond their new boundaries, and after a moment reaches around Ashley’s hip. Her fingers dance down the soft skin, barely brushing against her pubic bone until she finds the wetness of Ashley’s mound.
When nimble fingertips caress Ashley’s heat, she moans in time with Brian’s building gasps. “Awesome!” she whines, a shudder passing through her involuntarily. When Marisha’s fingers slide higher, catching over her swollen clit, she cries out without restraint; “Ah! Right there… oh fuck… right there…”
Brian shivers and digs both hands into the sofa cushions beside him. It’s hard not to reach out for Ashley when his senses feel overwhelmed from all sides. He mouths loud grunts of pure delight around the softness of Marisha’s breast, forcing himself not to pause with each shift of Ashley’s hips. He wants to thrust, to control the situation, but that’s not at all in the cards. No, he can’t even touch without being told. And at the crest of it all is Matt’s mouth working over his toes, sucking them one by one with all the tender care he gives to sucking cock - which he’s also learned to really enjoy. Matt’s mouth opens and takes in four toes, as far as he can stretch, working his tongue between them until the toes curl against his tongue.
Matt can’t help but smile, somewhat because he can feel the corners of his mouth pulling around Brian’s toes but also because he knows what’s coming. He can feel the tension rigid in Brian’s foot, and hear Brian’s whimpers when he forces himself to sit back on his heels and dip it into the cooling water to clean away his slick spit. The other lifts up toward him, caressing Matt’s shoulder awkwardly until he abandons the act of watching to grasp Brian by the ankle and drag his nose up the tenderness of his instep. “Mmm, come to Daddy…” he mouths, knowing full and well it’s not his place to speak and he’d likely just sound dumb as fuck in his lust drenched mindstate. With playful nips and nibbles, Matt teases his mouth over the fallen arch; lips pressing gentle kisses as his tongue seeks out walk lines from the inside toward the middle. Brian’s body jolts and Matt can’t tell if it’s the tickling or if he is that close to the edge.
It’s both, and Brian is equally aware of Ashley’s warmth spreading across his skin and Matt’s mouth teasing him in the way that nobody ever has. “Oh god…” he moans around Marisha’s breast and dares to lean back only to have her nails digging into his scalp; “I can’t… gonna… so…”
“No.” Ashley answers firmly, catching Brian’s eyes with a clear intent. “You come when I tell you to, do you understand?”
Marisha digs her nails harder and Brian yelps out, and then lets out a shuddering affirmative. “Yeah. Yes. Okay… fuck…”
“Shut up.” Marisha growls, leaning close to his ear to nip his earlobe. “Be useful, would you?”
For only a moment, Matt’s distracted by the wet sounds of skin against skin - he smells Marisha’s heat and dares a glance up to see her working her fingers between Ashley’s thighs. It’s that image that spurs him lap eagerly now over Brian’s sole, tickling the edges of his foot with the tip of his tongue until Brian’s squirming and whimpering loudly against Marisha’s skin.
“Hold back, baby,” Ashley whispers in a husky tone. She can feel Brian shaking under her as her hips rock against him faster and more erratic with each thrust. “God you feel so good… I can’t… can’t…”
Marisha shifts her fingers then, sliding them as fast as she can over the rise of Ashley’s clit until the woman cries out against Brian’s shoulder. Ashley spasms and Marisha feels the scrape of Brian’s teeth on her nipple - he’s trying so hard and it’s a fight she’s pretty sure he can’t win.
With another flick of his tongue, Matt drags his mouth once more over Brian’s toes, feeling them flex back against him when he sucks hard at Brian’s big toe. He draws at it, circling the tip with his tongue until all he can hear is low gasps of pleasure from the three above him - it’s everything he wants in the moment
“Such a bad boy…” Ashley growls, and then draws a long breath between clenched teeth. Marisha whispers, uncharacteristically kind with a disobeyed order; “Shh, I think we can forgive this one.”
Withdrawing once more, Matt leans back on his heels and forces himself to focus, drawing Brian’s foot into the water that has begun going cold. The bubbles have gone flat, but he works the wet washcloth over the top of his foot, tracing pink lines left behind by the scrape of his nails. His cock aches, the arousal less a low simmer and more a full rolling boil that he’s willing himself to ignore. It’s a ritual now, sliding wet fingers over and under with one hand and following it with the cloth in slow circles until he can forget his own need and the way that tempting skin excites him. He doesn’t have long though, Marisha’s fingers slide over his lips and he opens them reflexively to taste Ashley’s unfamiliar arousal.
“Up, Matt,” Marisha says firmly and Matt snaps to, looking up to where she stands beside him and gestures to where she had been on the sofa. “Time for treats.”
Treats are good, Ashley knows this despite not having nearly the organized arrangement Marisha and Matt have worked out over their years together. Part of her feels like she should be taking notes, but given that her current state is more interested sprawling back on her end of the sofa with her t-shirt skewed and lower half smearing wetness on the cushion, it seems like not such a possibility. “No treats for Brian,” she pouts, eyes narrowing when she glances at where Brian seems nearly comatose in the middle until Matt’s feet rest on his thigh.
Marisha’s firm hand guides Matt into position, bending him over the arm of the sofa and bracing himself with his arms folded underneath his chest, she spreads his thighs open and realization washes over Matt even before she says firmly; “Brian, you should show off your new trick.”
Marisha doesn’t really work in should, Brian knows that this is an order and glances to Ashley who nods a slow confirmation. It’s still new to him, still awkward to kneel on the sofa and slide up behind Matt with all intent to do something he never considered himself doing before falling into this interesting new situation. “Right.” He says softly, more for his benefit than theirs. His fingertips slide over the width of Matt’s back once and then half again before trailing down to Matt’s tailbone.
Matt lets out a soft breath, closing his eyes as he tries to calm himself for what’s coming. It’s not exactly an easy proposition when he’s riding on edge as it is. Brian’s fingers linger along the cleft of his ass, hesitating as they typically do before spreading Matt’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Yes…” Matt hisses between clenched teeth and Marisha’s fingers rake tenderly through his hair, pulling down over his shoulders in alternating swipes that match the slow introduction Brian’s tongue lapping over his opening.
“Oh!” Ashley inhales sharply, eyes wide. At first all she can see is the wiggle of Brian’s rump pointed toward her until he tucks his knees under him to allow her to see when he presses in closer to Matt’s body. “Is he-oh!” It’s a little surprising, really, Brian had asked permission to play with Matt even after being given the go-ahead, but part of her had expected it to be more along the penetration related end, nothing quite so intimate as the slow wet sounds of his tongue and lips on Matt’s skin.
Matt moans low and loud, a shudder rattling down his spine when Brian’s tongue barely pushes into him before darting back out to flick over his sensitive opening. His cock twitches, and the ache in his balls makes its presence yet again known. “Please…” he pants hard, eyes rolling back when another long lap of Brian’s tongue teases at him. “May I... “ he gasps; “please… may I come?”
“Such a good boy,” Marisha coos. She runs the back of her hand over Matt’s ear to feel the heat of his red face on her skin. He’s close, but she’s seen him hold back, even seen him accept outright denial when pushed to. “Not just yet.”
Matt whimpers, and Brian doubles his effort - honestly just a little in repayment for the tickle of tongue across the sole of his foot while he was trying to hold back himself. It’s new to him, being this close to any guy, but not bad. Especially not bad when Matt is writhing back against each flick of his tongue and shaking under the hand he’s placed on one of Matt’s taut thighs. Brian feels Ashley behind him then, the softness of her breasts against his back and her breath on his neck. “Push him over the edge,” she whispers; “I want to see it.”
Thick fingers push inside Matt’s spit-slick opening and the waves of pleasure become a crashing torrent of need. It feels like the slightest touch will set him off, but when Brian’s fingers stroke firmly inside him it’s still not enough. “More…” he whines, forcing his eyes open to look up at Marisha who offers only a loving smile; “please?”
It’s Marisha who places her hand on Brian’s shoulder and softly says; “Lay down.” Ashley slides over and guides Brian onto his back, his head on her thigh and smelling the sweetness of her arousal until his legs are guided between Matt’s legs. For a moment, Brian thinks he has an inkling of what’s coming - the image of Matt’s face contorting in pleasure as he slides his cocMattk between Brian’s feet, the way the wetness spread across his skin - instead one foot is guided up Matt’s shaking inner thigh and then his toes are stroked along the wet cleft of Matt’s ass. “Go ahead,” Marisha says; “Do it.”
For a second, Matt’s body tenses. He’s a little worried, to be honest, but then Brian’s toe pushes against the tight resistance of his opening as the low arch of the other foot rubs against his hard cock. Matt yelps, and then moans low and loud. “Oh god yes… oh god… fuck.”
Brian looks almost drunk when Ashley leans over to press a kiss on his forehead, it’s strange to her, but still pretty good. At least Matt seems really into it, if the stream of gasping noises is anything to go on. Her eyes focus on Matt’s cock where the thickness of Brian’s foot plays over it, stroking along the sole and then along the top. It’s more intimate than she had thought it would be, having this moment with the three of them, but not really awkward or weird.
“Shh…” Marisha murmurs, crouching down until she’s eye to eye with Matt at the end of the sofa. “That feels good, doesn’t it baby?” Matt’s skin has gone ruddy, his eyes glassy when he looks back up to her, and another tremor ripples down his body when the thickness of Brian’s toe has pushed fully inside of him.
“Uh-huh…” Matt answers weakly, eyes half-lidded and body throbbing with each slight shift. He hasn’t felt so strung out in a long time, every nerve has gone from quiet and tender arousal to pulsing need that has him flushed and shaking. “Please… may I-” his voice cuts off, not because he won’t beg.but because he can’t. Brian’s toe slides out of him and then joins the other foot, cupping Matt’s hardness between the soles of his feet and stroking him hard. “Fuck-”
“Yes,” Marisha whispers, wrapping her arms around Matt’s shoulders to allow him to press his weight into her; “go ahead, baby.”
Ashley isn’t so much surprised as she is impressed. Matt’s body moves with a strong grace, his back arching and pushing his hips to thrust against Brian’s feet. One thrust, two, and the third comes with a guttural moan as his cock spasms and pulses. She watches, mouth hanging open, as Brian turns his feet unexpectedly, driving Matt’s cock between his toes as he comes, stroking the wetness between them.
“Shh…” Marisha murmurs, threading her fingers through Matt’s hair as he cries out against her naked flesh. He hitches, and then sobs, finally drawing a deep and ragged breath before his body collapses out from underneath him.
For a moment the awkwardness could easily be palpable. Ashley isn’t sure what’s supposed to happen next - do they all just get dressed and go eat dinner like they totally didn’t just have weird sex together? Surprisingly, it’s Brian who breaks the odd tension as he sits up and rolls forward, folding himself over Matt and holding him tight. “You did good, buddy,” Brian murmurs, his hands stroking along Matt’s sides as though he’d done it a hundred times before. Ashley looks to Marisha who’s smile provides the context that yes, this is something Matt needs in this moment.
“You did good too,” Marisha says softly. She makes her way around the side of the sofa and then squeezes herself into the small warm space between Brian and Ashley before embracing her friend. “I know it can be kind of weird, especially with the whole power dynamic thing and your boyfriend and my boyfriend and whatever…”
“No..” Ashley trails off, shaking her head with a soft smile curving her lips. She leans into Marisha’s shoulder and continues; “It’s good. I wanted this… I want this.” She laughs, and Marisha wraps her arm around Ashley’s shoulders, allowing her to nuzzle into the softness of Marisha’s shoulder.
Matt murmurs appreciatively as Brian’s strong arms hold him, squeezing tight around his torso as small kisses pepper the back of his neck. “Thank you,” he whispers, closing his eyes to let the comfort wash over him.
Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
(Anonymous) 2017-02-18 09:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
ahhhh.
Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
also someone made a gifset of the damn thing that inspired this prompt
http://lyrwar.tumblr.com/post/156377048741/du-dun-du-dun-du-dun-hey-buddy-hey-hey-a