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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, I know. …let me help.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feeling better?” Taliesin murmured.

“Yeah.”

“Travis always was a fast worker.”

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

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

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

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

Luckily, she had recent practice in keeping quiet.

Oh. All the things I never knew I needed

YES i don't think anyone's written just the two of them and this is unexpected and awesome :D

This is so good! Got me thinking, though... Does Travis help all of them relax like that? ;)

"Liam and Sam were giving each other grief - in character, out, who could even tell anymore..." is the best sentence I've read all day. I, too, have to be quiet right now, or else I would be giggling so hard.
And of course Taliesin and Laura know. I can just imagine them gossiping about it in the next room.
Super awesome overall! Thank you for posting!

I could stand anxiety relief like this once in a while... great story!

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