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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)
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...
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!
"Lay Back, Lay Back", Laura/Liam/Travis, NC-17, 1/2
(Anonymous) 2017-02-18 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)On AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9814877
Liam's a man of a lot of feelings, and all his friends have their ways of trying to cheer him up when he's down. Taliesin brings him strange gifts - a tooth from his collection or a handwritten note in beautiful calligraphy. Marisha sends him links to lovely fanart. Matt listens for as long as it takes and responds with heartfelt advice. Sam makes him laugh til he can't not smile. And in this case, with thousands of people angry at him and the internet ready to claw him apart before Raishan can get the chance, Laura and Travis invite him over for a wine night.
The industry's kinda shut down for the holidays, so Liam's able to get away for a night to the Bailingham household. It smells delicious right away when he gets inside - they've made pasta and garlic bread, simple but comforting - and Liam's greeted with a hug and cheek-kiss from Laura, a big bear-hug from Travis and a hefty glass of red wine pressed into his hand.
"Thank God for the three of you," Liam drawls as he cradles his glass close. He takes a long sip, letting the warmth of wine flood through him, as he follows Laura and Travis to the dining room where, time was, they used to spend hours creating a world that once belonged only to the nine of them. Now, sometimes, it seems to belong more to the tens of thousands of strangers that watch them than it does to them, which is a lot of why he's here tonight.
They don't talk about the show, though, not during dinner. They all know what's going on - that Liam did what he thought was the right thing, that everyone collectively decided he fucked up, that he's been bombarded by disappointed fans. It hurts, the disappointment, far more than it should. But they don't talk about it, because there's nothing they can say that'll make things better.
Instead they debate stupid hypotheticals, they talk in silly voices, they make more fart jokes than three adults in their 30s (or, well, 40s, which is a whole other trip they are not discussing) should still be making. They drink a lot of wine and stuff themselves with food, and when it's all done they pile themselves onto the couch, Laura and Travis both curling toward Liam as if to protect him from a world that's always shown him its harsher sides.
"I love you guys," Liam murmurs, laying his head on Laura's shoulder and wrapping as much of an arm as he can around Travis' waist. His limbs are nice and loose from wine, his mind fuzzy where it's usually painfully sharp. Laura presses a kiss to his temple. Travis moves closer, a strong arm curled behind Liam's back. "Could we...?"
He doesn't have to say much to make this happen, never has since the first time. That first time he broached the subject was complicated and awkward even though all three of them knew the score, knew their group of friends had started coming together in more ways than one. But now it's comfortable, and that's exactly what he comes to them for. They all need each other in different ways, and Liam needs the way they can close him in, make him feel safe.
"Of course, whatever you want," Laura says in her sweet voice, and Travis' hand brushes against Liam's stomach. Liam's tempted to start things right here on the couch, but the thought of their bed - big and soft and full of potential - gets him to his feet. His friends understand him immediately and move toward the bedroom.
Laura starts stripping on the way, never one to belabor anything, let alone getting naked. Travis keeps his hands on Liam as they walk; together they follow in admiration as Laura leads them, more bronze skin being revealed by the moment.
By the time they reach the bedroom, Laura's down to a pair of striped blue panties, which Liam moves forward to remove. Laura steps out of them and back onto the bed, tugging Liam along with her as she sprawls out. She pulls his T-shirt over his head before he settles down to lie beside her.
Laura's kisses are sweet and playful, bright brushes of lips and tongue. She loops one arm around his neck and moves the other hand across Liam's chest; he curls hands around her waist.
Travis moves in on Liam's other side and, with some reluctance from Laura to let go, turns him so they can share their own kiss, Travis' huge hands cupping Liam's face. Liam unbuttons his shirt, runs fingers across the imposing plane of his chest. Behind Liam, Laura's nuzzling into his neck and reaching around to undo his fly.
Liam's all too willing to wriggle out of his jeans and boxers, to accept the loving touch of his friends as they caress his newly-bared skin. Laura pinches his ass, makes him gasp into Travis' lips. Their hands surround him, ground him as they hold him close and run their fingers across his body. Liam veritably melts into their collective embrace.
Laura turns Liam back to her, reclaiming his mouth, and it's lovely now to seal his body up along hers, skin to skin, her legs tangling between his. He touches here and there - it's always a little nerve-wracking at first, even after some time, because for so long Laura's been harp music and longing and the odd nice dream, and to actually get to touch her like this is still astounding to Liam. So he brushes the backs of his fingers along her collarbone and ghosts his palm along her breast until Laura makes a frustrated noise against his lips and tugs his hand down where she wants it.
Laura's already wet, warm beneath his fingers, and the reality of the situation clicks in. He runs his fingers along her, up between delicate folds of skin, dipping in slightly to pick up a bit of moisture before he seeks out the bud of her clit. Laura moans into his mouth as he strokes a finger gently across and wraps her arms tight around his neck and back, arching into his touch. He starts slow, soft, nothing too overwhelming until he feels more wetness, feels her grind against his hand. Laura's reactions are as expressive in bed as they are at the game table, and Liam finds himself enjoying the process of rubbing at her more and more firmly, charting the pitch of her moans, the tightness of her grasp on his flesh, the twitch of her muscles.
There's been the rustle of Travis undressing behind him, and now there's more warm skin-to-skin contact all up Liam's back as Travis presses against him, wraps big arms around him. He always feels so small with Travis in a way he doesn't with anyone else, and while it's not something he could have placed before as a thing he wanted, now he finds it wonderfully comforting and blisteringly hot all at once. Travis could snap him like so many twigs if he wanted to, but he doesn't want to. Instead, it seems, he wants to kiss Liam's neck and run a teasing hand up and down his belly, just along the light trail of hair there.
Liam remembers the first time with them, how scared he was, how bad his hands shook. They're a couple intimidating in their gorgeousness - Laura's fierce beauty and Travis' gentle enormity - and he'd hardly been able to stop giggling the whole time, baffled as he was that they wanted him. And still, still it always feels like he's stepped sideways into some other universe, a place where their bodies are hot against his, where hands big and small roam his torso, his thighs, where thick beard scrapes his jaw and silky black hair flows over the pillow beside him.
"Fuck," Laura hisses, and Liam comes back to himself, feeling his fingers warm as Laura tightens her thighs around his hand. He keeps circling the tips of his fingers around her clit as she groans long into the crook of his neck. She's sensitive, more so than most, and in the past he and Travis have made a game out of timing how quickly they can get her to come. In this moment, Liam just enjoys it, the way she curls into him and pants against his skin, the flood of wetness over his fingers.
Travis seizes the advantage and rolls Liam over, this time not onto his other side but onto his back so he's sprawled between the two of them. Laura follows, collapsing halfway on top of him, while Travis shifts closer, his cock jutting into Liam's hip. Travis kisses his mouth firmly, the hand on Liam's stomach trailing down to the inside of his thigh. Laura's straddling his other thigh, grinding vaguely against it as she kisses his neck, and he can just feel the soft skin of her hip brushing his cock. He tightens a hand around her lower back and deliberately shifts his leg against her, getting another pretty groan out.
"Look how pretty you are," Travis murmurs, running a thumb down Liam's stubbled cheek. Liam smiles at that, tilts his head and preens just a bit. Liam feels Laura's hair sweep along his shoulder as she turns to look at Travis. "You too, babe," Travis says, "But just look at him." Laura presses a finger under Liam's chin and tilts his head up. A smile curls across her lips as she gazes over him; her lips part as he grinds his leg against her again.
"So lovely," Laura coos as she runs a hand down his chest. "And you know when you look the prettiest?" Liam swallows, licks his lips. He can hear Travis opening the drawer of their nightstand, can hear the pop of plastic as a cap opens. He moans in anticipation, though no one's touching him yet, but for the light brush of Laura's thigh against his cock as she ruts at his leg. "C'mon, say it," Laura urges, and Liam knows he can't deny her.
"When he's fucking me," Liam whispers, and just then he feels Travis' slick fingers against his entrance. His gaze snaps over to Travis' face, to the smile behind his beard.
"That's right," Travis coaxes, and Liam's free thigh falls open as the tip of Travis' finger begins to press in. The guy's hands are preposterously big, and even a single finger is very nice, stretching him open. He strokes back and forth, and Liam lets his eyes fall closed for a moment. Laura's small, soft lips press a kiss to his eyelid, then to his cheek, the corner of his mouth. She's getting wetter against his thigh, grinding down quick in contrast to the slow press of Travis' finger.
A second finger presses up next to the first, and Liam exhales in a hard sigh as both push in together. Travis nuzzles at Liam's cheek as he twists his fingers inside him, beard catching on Liam's own. He can feel the heat of Travis' breath on his jaw, hotter when Travis grazes his lips along.
"You're so tight," Travis murmurs just next to his ear, and Liam bites his lip, nods, moans softly under his breath. Laura's moving against him faster as Travis presses in and in and in, his skin getting soaked as she works herself to the edge. She presses a kiss to him just before her body tightens against his; he curls his arm around her protectively as she shakes and twitches and bites down hard on his lip. When Laura's done, she pulls away, wide-eyed and panting, and buries her head in the crook of Liam's neck, her hand stroking down his chest.
When Travis bends his fingers just right, Liam lets out a moan, grips at Laura's shoulder, at Travis' forearm. The fingers inside him spread and curl, working him open deliciously, and it's got Liam bucking up against Travis' hand.
"More?" Travis asks quietly, and Liam nods soundlessly. The third finger that presses against him feels big, almost too big, but Travis presses his fingers together and eases inside Liam, spreading them a bit once they're in, which pulls a groan out of Liam's throat. Laura's pressing kisses to his shoulder - hard, bruising ones that he knows he'll feel later - and Travis has moved in to join their lips in a kiss that moves to the rhythm of his hand.
"Maybe," Laura muses when she draws back from sucking at Liam's collarbone, "We'll get his whole hand in you sometime. You want that?"
"Fuck..." Liam whispers against Travis' lips. The thought alone makes his cock twitch - Laura seems to notice by the way she runs a finger along the shaft.
"Not tonight, though, darling," Laura murmurs. "Tonight's not about pushing you. We just want to make you feel good." Her hand loosely strokes over the length of Liam's cock. "Isn't that right, babe?"
"Mmh," Travis answers into Liam's mouth. He gives a few more curling thrusts with his fingers, stretches them as wide as he can. "Speaking of..." he says when he pulls away from the kiss. Travis eases his fingers out of Liam, leaving him feeling empty, but it's tempered by knowing what's coming next. Liam's expecting Travis to roll on top of him, but instead the man sits up, moving back on the bed and propping himself up against the headboard. He pats his thigh. "C'mere."
"Lay Back, Lay Back", Laura/Liam/Travis, NC-17, 2/2
(Anonymous) 2017-02-18 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)"That's right." Travis keeps one arm wrapped around Liam's waist, holding him up a bit, as the other reaches down to guide his cock in. Liam's head tips back onto Travis' shoulder, his mouth dropping open as Travis' cock slides into him. Worked open as well as he is, it still opens him up even further with each inch.
"God," Liam grits out. "God, that's so - nnh." Fully seated in Travis' lap, Liam rocks back and forth, takes the moment to really feel Travis inside of him. Laura, who's been watching with a hand between her legs, now kneels up and moves close to Liam, pressing a hand to his cheek.
"See?" she says as Travis circles his hips, pulling out just a fraction before somehow seeming to sink even further in, "So pretty." She moves in to kiss Liam with playful flashes of her tongue as he and Travis begin to move together. Neither of them can move too much in their position, so it's more of a slow grind than anything, but it's wonderfully comforting being wrapped in Travis' arms, surrounded on every possible side, and Travis' cock can press in unbelievably deep this way. With Travis behind him and Laura in front, tracing the lines of his torso with delicate fingers, there's no room for the world to get to him - there's room only for the three of them and for the pleasure they're giving each other.
"You feel so good, so fuckin' tight," Travis hisses in Liam's ear, and the praise spurs him on - he presses down on the cage of Travis' arms, trying to get leverage to really move into each thrust. Laura's hand has drifted lower to tease along Liam's cock again, still just tracing the shape of it.
Travis shifts just a little, and Liam shifts with him, and suddenly Travis' cock is pressing just right, sparking inside him, and Liam moans loud into Laura's lips. She bites down on Liam's lower lip and pulls away, observing his flushed face as she strokes his cock a little more firmly.
"You like that?" Laura asks, fake-casual like she's not dripping onto the sheets, like her husband isn't fucking Liam senseless.
"Yeah," Liam gasps, "Yeah, I'm - fuck, I'm so full -" Laura places a hand across Liam's jaw, looks at him with an appraiser's eyes. Her gaze flicks down to Travis' arms tight around Liam's torso, hoisting him up higher for a moment, down to where Travis' hips are pumping up into him. She bites her lip and rocks on her knees, then moves her thumb across to Liam's lip, pushing it slightly into his mouth.
"Not quite full," she corrects. "I think we could put your mouth to use." Her thumb presses into his mouth, draws a firm line from the back of his tongue to the front. He closes his lips around the digit, sucks as it slides out. "You want that?" Laura asks as she shifts backward, leaning back on her hands with her thighs spread apart.
"God, yes," Liam groans, and with that Travis pushes him roughly forward; he tumbles onto all fours right between Laura's legs. Travis' hand presses into his upper back, forming his spine into a curve that he's probably going to regret tomorrow, but that makes him feel very much on display - face down, ass up. And when Travis pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in, Liam moans loud into Laura's thigh.
Laura's fingers in his hair remind Liam of his purpose here, and he gets to work. Laura's already dripping, two orgasms in, beneath his mouth, and he laps it up eagerly, tasting salt and earth and a hint of sweetness. She strokes fingertips through his hair as he licks over her. It's hard to concentrate with Travis now pounding inside him - every few thrusts he gasps and curses against Laura's cunt. But with a hand at the back of his neck she keeps him where she wants him.
There's no room for thought now, only for sensation - for Travis' fingertips digging into Liam's waist, for the way his cock lights him up inside, the slap of his hips against Liam's ass. And there's the heat of Laura under his tongue, the thump of her heel dropping onto his back for leverage to grind into him, the beautiful sounds she's making because of him, because of them. It's the clearest Liam's head has been in a long time, and it's wonderful.
"Yes," Laura's mumbling as she arches into Liam's mouth, "Just like that, just - fuck, there, right there." She yanks at his hair, sending sparks from his scalp right down his spine to his core, but Liam just keeps doing what he's doing - he's always been good at taking direction, even as Travis is slamming into him from behind, rocking the mattress under all of them. Laura cries out, almost a sob as she comes apart, her thighs clenching on either side of Liam's face and her cunt dripping down his chin.
Just that is about enough to set Liam off, and then Travis presses forward along Liam's back, dipping a hand under his belly to wrap around Liam's cock and, sandwiched between his friends, skin and sweat and come and love all around him, he moans out, voice muffled, and lets go.
Somewhere in the haze he hears Travis' deep groan when Liam clenches around him, feels his friend come inside him. But very little is clear for a few moments, and then there's Laura cupping Liam's face, pulling him up for a kiss, and he goes easily, Travis' cock slipping from him. There's a pillow under his head suddenly, and then there's the huge warmth of Travis' body snuggling up behind him, bookending him with Laura pressed to his front.
Liam pulls Travis' arm tighter where it's wrapped around his waist - he marvels first at how big it is, and then at how very lucky he is. He tries to say this, but it comes out as an unintelligible mumble, and Laura just moves closer, tucking her head under Liam's chin.
"We've got you," Travis' voice rumbles. "Just lie here with us." There's a gentle brush of lips against the back of Liam's neck. He smiles, presses his nose into Laura's sweet-smelling hair, wraps his arms around her and does just that.
Re: "Lay Back, Lay Back", Laura/Liam/Travis, NC-17, 2/2
(Anonymous) 2017-02-19 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: "Lay Back, Lay Back", Laura/Liam/Travis, NC-17, 2/2
(Anonymous) 2017-07-09 10:24 am (UTC)(link)