CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!

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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

Re: FILL 1/2 Laura/Travis, comfort

[(Anonymous)]

I had sooo much fun with this and tried to give it a Plot (tm). HMU on the Discord if u like ;).

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Laura cries over everything, and it's not really a secret, but it's not really a joke; either.

She's pretty sure that after you burst out in tears when the light turns red just as you're so, so close to making it just under the yellow, it stops being funny and starts being A Problem; but in her doctor's very expensive professional opinion, she's just like every other LA transplant who grew up allergic to the outside world and glued to books and computers and became a theatre kid in high school.

"It's just the smog. You can try just having some Benadryl in your purse, but if it really starts to bother you or gets in the way at work? We can do an allergy test to see if there are any other triggers you don't know about and then see if there's anything we can do on that end. But really, smog's a bitch.", she says; and it's so soft and caring that she can feel her eyes prickle slightly as they move to the slightly open window in her exam room.

Fucking mother bitch smog; she's thinking, as she thanks him for his help and starts digging for her insurance card in her overstuffed wallet.

Later; Taliesin shoves his glass skull bong into her hands and she takes a rip right from the hose, and her eyes don’t water and her lungs settle; rather than rebelling. He’s packed it with something stronger than she remembers smoking in high school; and she only starts to cry when she sees him skip away; giddy and intoxicated, leaving her alone with one of his cats in her lap while he holds court over Matt and Marisha in another corner of the room.

Taliesin doesn’t turn back as the cat purrs against her hand, and if Matt notices her cheeks are wet when he brushes his lips against her cheekbone to say goodbye; he’s too happy to say, and shuts the door behind her with a bright, decisive click.

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Travis is a soft lover; so unlike what she knows the cashiers at Target are thinking when the two of them walk inside, his shirt so tight that she can trace his muscles through the fabric and his calves bulging underneath stylish shorts that she’s chosen for him. For all the incredulity she basks when she shows him off, all the wonder that someone like her can end up with someone like that (she knows that’s what they’re thinking, too- their eyes following the two of them up an aisle where Laura dumps granola bars into their cart and Travis leans on the bar; playing with his phone), no one thinks for a moment that he must be a soft lover.

Not a soft fucker; she can confirm, when her ass still aches from his cock days later, stretching her further than she imagined her body would allow; or when she stands on wobbling legs in the bathroom of their house, trying to pull on a clean t-shirt and jeans before she has to leave for work, her perfectly matched outfit scattered across their hallway floor, while Travis lies naked and sated; his legs spread and his cock hanging free and gorgeous between them.

That’s what everyone expects; but Travis is someone different when they move past the simple fucking into whatever else it was that a marriage certificate was supposed to grant them: the sweetest bruises, left like berry-colored stains on her thighs and collarbones, shaped like his lips and his thumbs and his two front teeth, just slightly crooked, closed around her nipple, his chest, warm and solid as he thrusts into her, his cock hard and yet unbearably gentle, teasing her enough to make her moan, part of a soft, easy rhythm between the two of them as she rocks her hips higher, eager for his release. He goes down on her (almost all the time) those crooked teeth and his tongue, rolling, unraveling like he’s working his way around a spoon of peanut butter at the roof of his mouth; tasting her, taking his time. His teasing sends a jolt of wanting through her middle, from a place just below her belly button, when his hands wrap around her thighs to steady them both, as she sinks into orgasm rather than rocketing into it without cause.

He even lets her taste herself; salty-sweet on his lips afterwards, after they’ve both finished, and she folds herself into his arms, a perfect fit without much shifting over their bedsheets, his body draped over her like a firm, breathing, blanket, his head angled down to rest his chin on her hair.

Here, he calls her names she cannot imagine where he finds the reasons for, charming and funny and cool, his fingers snaking their way around her body, running smoothly over her skin as he calls her beautiful, breathlessly whispers right into her ear, tickling at her neck, that she’s incredible.

Maybe, she’s just become one of those horrible, stereotypical wives who go into hormonal overdrive when they don’t get laid twice a day. There’s no Problem; no undiagnosed allergies and nothing that’s snapped inside her and healed wrong, leaving her bleeding and pained.

There’s just that she misses him, and maybe that’s all; that she needs this, simple, easy, sex to take the edge off at the end of the day.

After all; Laura is thinking, while he sleeps beside her, a blissful small smile leaving his lips quirked up while his eyes flutter behind closed lids, shouldn’t everyone crave nothing more but being loved?

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For her credit, she’s not enough of one of those horrible wives that she actually clicks on “Search” beside “Can you get addicted to sex?” typed into Google, and besides, late night TV tells her that yes, certainly, some poor fuck is out there a hundred thousand dollars in debt because he needs to get his hands on every filthy piece of bargain-basement porn online.

Still, it’s different with your husband, right?

His cock angles into her throat and presses up deliciously against the roof of her mouth, and she feels him, warm and pulsing, sending a little shiver down her middle where several moments ago, she’d felt like running into the bathroom and dry heaving her dinner into the toilet. That squeeze felt nothing like Travis now, bracing his arm against her shoulders.

“Babe. Babe, I’m not saying I totally didn’t clean the bathroom or that I don’t love getting jumped by my wife with like, zero warning but- we have people over. Like, a lot of people.”, he whispers between breaths sucked in as she tries to draw out his hardness, unwilling to let him release.

They do; having invited over some neighbors and a few friends, all drinking and raucous and loud. Laura realizes she can’t even see the TV anymore for how much everyone is frothing and screaming, and swears her ears will burst if she doesn’t leave right then. So it’s back to her little secret, vomiting and crying in the bathroom for reasons she really can’t put into words, except to know that she wants something.

When Travis follows her upstairs, and knocks gently on the door, and asks if she needs anything, of course she lets him in, hastily finishes brushing her teeth, and demands he take his pants down at this very moment, or so help her God, they are done.

It’s exactly what she wanted, and they both leave later, hands wrapped up in one another, Travis practically carrying her back to the couch.

Their guests are still there, of course, screaming at their TV and crunching chips in their mouths, but the room seems almost silent, and she grins up at Travis, before swiping the bowl of chips off his lap.
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“Are we like, trying for a baby or something?”, Travis jokes, one night after Laura has spanked his ass practically raw, and he’s been fucked enough to be in a rare moment of post-sex clarity. Sure. they’re always had an active, happy, occasionally kinky sex life.

Sometimes, it’s even been by invitation for a few very special friends.

But lately; he realizes, Laura is clingy and the most he sees of her daily is naked.

They’re having a lot more of it, and he’s not sure if that’s a problem, or he’s the one who’s looking at a gift right in the cunt and turning it away.

“What?”, her voice is breathy, with equal parts wear and alarm. Kids weren’t on the table, for now, anyway.

Travis bites down on the inside of his cheek. “Babe, I love you and I love this but we’ve had so much sex. So much. It’s like I live in a porno, which is kinda the dream, but-”

She slaps playfully at his bare chest, the red marks where he had tied her wrists with scarves still raised around creamy skin.

“Do you...not like this? I just have more free time, I guess. I mean we both do, now that the house is done…”, she lets herself wander aloud.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess. I didn’t think of that.”, he agrees, and rolls over so that she can bury her face in his chest. Laura purrs like a tiny kitten, and draws her knees up higher so she’s curled into a little ball he can wrap himself around without moving too much.

He falls asleep like that, and she stays awake long enough to pull a blanket from the other side of the bed and try to get it across them both.

He’s the cure, she knows that now.

His cock grinding inside her and his mouth suckling her breasts; that’s it: and it makes all her little problems go away.

He just can’t know that, of course.

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"I mean, Vex and Scanlan had kind of a special relationship-"

Laura can feel her eyes prickle slightly when Brian turns to her; and motions for her to speak. She's sitting cross-legged on the couch, and Marisha and Matt and Taliesin are chattering away on the barstools above her. Sam has a chair a little bit away from them; closer to Brian, and she's between Travis and Liam and they're all pleasantly stoned enough that the world is soft and the laughs come easy.

"Oh my God, this is so dumb, am I seriously crying right now?", she says out loud, and everyone else erupts in laughter.

"Don't worry, Tumblr loves it!", Brian teases; and so she finishes her answer, choking on the squeezing unease that closes, slowly but surely over her throat.

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"Laura! Hey- wait up!", Liam shouts after her down the hallway; just as she's jamming her finger into the largest cup option of their coffee machine again and again, like it'll make it run any faster. The definition of insanity; or something like that.

"What's up?", she calls; not looking up from her increasingly ridiculous task.

"You- you didn't put coffee in the- um, here, I got it."

Inside; the same familiar squeeze tightens around her stomach and she grits her teeth. God, what a stupid, stupid mistake.

"The button was just jammed. I was fixing it."

"Sure. Laura, are you okay?", he asks, loading the coffee machine with the dark roast he's discovered over the years they both prefer.

"What?"


“What did Brian put in your drink? We all know he’s a messy fucker but swear if he did something like that to be funny-”

"What the fuck-" She shakes her head, and smiles at Liam, coming up to her in his knitted sweater; because Thank God; He Won't Be a Problem. "That makes no fucking sense at all, ya big weirdo.", she teases; taking the steaming mug from his hands.

"It was just the same rum everyone had. Little bit of Sprite.”

"Oh. You just seemed kinda spacey in there.", he tells her.

"Nah."

"Something else going on?", Liam asks, and nothing between them has changed, but his voice is soft and low; his body is so close to hers that she can feel the warmth radiating from him. She could fall into his chest from here; spill coffee all over the floor and tell him something is wrong, and break down in tears about the very thought of losing him.

Liam has been one of her best friends now for years; she knows his tells from just looking over the table, and she wonders how much he can really be trusted. Liam sucks at keeping his own secrets, and he would never keep her little secret, would he now, she tells herself; before her mouth can open and ruin everything.

He would text Sam; who would text Travis, and then she'd have the two of them hovering over her; inescapable at work and home, like she really had A Problem. The others would follow; because none of them could keep their mouths shut or their fingers still, until her life turned into the worst and most humiliating episode of Intervention ever.

"Just- there’s dictator in the White House and you know, uh, my car sucks. It’s so bad and I need- I gotta get on top of that.", she mutters into her coffee, and Liam nods at her, agreeing with a little smile of his own.


“Ugh, tell me about it- ”

Re: FILL 1/2 Laura/Travis, comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Wow, I really liked this. This was great.