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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!
Fill: Through Crimson Colored Goggles (Liam/Laura/Travis - Briarwood Roleplay) 1/2
(Anonymous) 2018-05-01 07:04 am (UTC)(link)He had a 6AM flight out of LAX.
Logic told him going out and partying with Taliesin, Matt, and Marisha was one of the dumbest moves he could make if he intended to get up on time and pack for the trip – even if it was just for one weekend. Logic also told him that handing out candy to grown teenagers for the rest of the night after the long ride home would make him miserable. Nothing against kids dressing up, because, hell, the costumes at this table alone. More the fact that he would wish he was half as adventurous as his characters ever were. Responsibilities be damned and what not.
“Well, I suppose you could always return to our chambers for the evening, darling.” Laura drawled in what she settled on as Lady Briarwood's voice. Something between Vex and something more sultry, mysterious.
Travis raised an eyebrow behind his glasses, “A guest, my dear? This evening?” A hint of posh English and a lot of masculinity, low, unaffected. Liam loved his friends and their commitment to this silly game, but he knew Travis well enough to know that the face behind the dark lenses was hinting towards something more along the lines of 'I thought we had plans?'
He didn't blame him.
Liam rose up from the table and finally let his other arm free from the confines of the back of his shirt. Paying little mind to the whispers of his friends beside him as he exited the set to put his dice box in the cabinet. He closed the door and fumbled with his pockets, searching for his phone and the quickest Uber home. The screen seemed obnoxiously bright in the dim hall.
Lost in his own train of thought, he barely noticed the shuffling around him. Jumping when a body came into the very, very close vicinity. His eyes traveled up the laced, split bodice and – 'god, Liam, don't look at her breasts, she's practically...'. She giggled, and the moment passed. Well aware of what she had on and the position she'd put herself in, intentional or otherwise.
“Hey, look,” Travis called from behind, already having shed his sash, coat, and various accessories that had been weighing him down all night, “Sorry about that before. We talked about it, you should really come stay the night with us. It's closer to the airport and we can just swing by your place tomorrow help you grab your shit. Then you don't have to deal with cabs in the morning traffic. Deal?”
“Guys, I appreciate it, really, but I don't wanna intrude on your night. It's not a big-”
Laura stepped forward, placing a hand to his chest to stop his exaggerated motions. He got the feeling he was being told to shut up. Moreso, he got the feeling....
...Why was she pulling her hand back to play with her broach? 'Don't look at her breasts, don't look at her breasts, fuck. You idiot. Don't...'
She smiled, coyly, even for her and took another step forward, “My love?”
“Please,” Travis clasped a hand on his shoulder, and he nearly jumped, “I insist. Besides...” he squeezed down, just enough, voice returning to it's former accent. Liam winced slightly, confused, and all too familiar with how this scenario played out before as he felt the hot breath against his ear. “You look delicious.”
He managed to turn around and see his friend face to face. To say Willingham had a physical presence about him on a normal day would be an understatement all it's own. But tonight was different. On set his makeup had looked cheap and stagey. Under the dark contrast of the hall on the other hand it looked... almost too convincing. The slightly hallowed cheeks and pale skin. His eyes unblinking, glinting just right under the unnatural glow of the bulb above them. He didn't let go of his shoulder, just shifted his grasp, moving his other hand to softly stroke his cheek.
This was the part where he'd crack a grin and a bad joke, but he found a lump in his throat in it's place.
So he nodded.
“I do believe we'll take that as a “yes”, then?” Laura took his hand in her own and tossed Travis the keys, leading him to follow the bigger man out of the studio.
He didn't protest. He didn't say anything at all.
He stared out the window on the ride back to their place. Back seat, with Laura still clutching his hand, rubbing a lazy finger over his thigh. His thoughts raced a mile per minute as he tried to focus on the passing streetlights and cars as they drove by.
Sometimes he forgot his friends were actors. Which was absurd, given how often he's been their director. Yelling at these two to try it another way, give it one more try, a little higher pitched, a little more serious. Having to be that asshole who reminds them time is money and they're wasting time goofing off in the sound booth. Tonight they certainly had him convinced.
… And he was going home with them.
… And he was pretty sure it wasn't to play more D&D.
It was crazy but his mind wandered to ridiculous ideas. What if it was all real? All the magic in the world. Would it make it any less weird if this somehow wasn't actually his friends? The Briarwoods, surely, had passed through some sort of rift in their plane. Their essence possessing his friends. Or maybe they were re-incarnated lovers from a past life when dragons did roam. It couldn't just be that he had tricked himself into thinking he couldn't move a muscle because she was beside him and had no intention of releasing her hold.
Getting to their house was a blur. Being led to the door. Wanting to say this was silly and he shouldn't let them go through with whatever it was meant to be until those eyes pierced his thoughts and he was reminded, without doubt, that these were his friends that he loved and they only wanted the best for him. He trusted them. Completely.
So he found himself there, standing in front of their bed.
Just as Matt had described so long ago. A lavish purple canopy on four posts. Two wine glasses on a bed post being filled with the most crimson red they could probably find at the local liquor store. He watched briefly as Laura left to fetch a third glass, barely noticing Travis bringing a chair in from the guest room and setting it beside the bed. The clink of the third glass hitting the top of the dresser. The sound of the back zipper of her dress.
“Second thoughts?” The lace was sliding off her shoulders, exposing even more of her chest and leaving the choker firmly around her neck. “It would be so rude of you to leave now... The night is only getting started.”
He looked at Travis assisting her, brushing against her flesh. Not shaking that this seemed like such a private moment. They were married for god's sake, he shouldn't be here taking up space. He shouldn't be seeing this. Shouldn't be a part of this. Shouldn't feel the heat in his skin. He shouldn't *be here*.
“He's nervous, my dear. He'll come around soon enough.”
“Trav-” He got distracted, trailing off in the middle of his name as Laura slinked her way back to the bed, flushing as he tried not to follow every movement of her hips under the loose fabric. “... I should leave you alone.”
“We are alone. The three of us.” Laura chimed, removing her earrings.
“That's not... that's not when I meant.”
Travis sighed faintly behind him, “Remove this,” he tugged on Liam's shirt, “I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable, and it's so warm in here, don't you agree?” It *was* hot in the room. Whether it be the California air or the sight of the half naked woman in front of him or the mere suggestion raising hairs on his skin, he wasn't sure. “Come now, don't be so afraid. We'll make you nice and comfortable.”
He forced him to look at him again, well aware by now of the effect it was having.
“Travis...”
“You know that's not my name,” his tone was stern, warning.
Liam stepped back, hitting his calf on the mattress and falling to a sit on it.
“..S...Silas.”
Travis hummed, pleased, and barely not breaking his character as his friend stuttered, “Hmm?”
“Lord Silas.”
“Good boy.”
Fill: Through Crimson Colored Goggles (Liam/Laura/Travis - Briarwood Roleplay) 2/2
(Anonymous) 2018-05-01 07:17 am (UTC)(link)“And what are you going to do for your Lord?”
Liam already found himself tugging at the heavy green fabric as Travis chuckled. Laura crawled towards him offering him a glass, but the barely audible grunt was enough to signal he wasn't capable of caring about alcohol at this point. He definitely didn't need it.
“And your Lady? What would you do for her?”
He turned around as she set the glass back down. Realizing now the rest of her gown had been discarded on the floor. She bit her lip when she saw him notice, leaning back into the throw pillows. Her legs slowly, deliberately, opening for him. Anything. Fuck. He would do anything for her.
Her finger reached out and beckoned for him, so he complied. Crawling towards her on the mess of satin sheets into her inviting warmth. Her folds already wet in anticipation. If she was nervous about this, she wasn't showing it, and why would she? Delilah was always so composed, confident. Stunning.
Liam found himself placing a trail of soft kisses down her naval, and through the well groomed little curls between her legs. His lips eventually finding her clit and offering it the same respect. He paused momentarily, looking up to her as if to ask if she was sure she wanted this from him, but her head was already resting back on the stack of pillows behind her. “Don't keep us waiting,” advised the voice from behind him. Of course. He would hate to do that.
A hand clutched his hair, just enough to guide him. Hold him just where she wanted him as he found his rhythm. It wasn't the first time he'd gone down on a woman. Though, admittedly, it was the first in awhile. But if her body pushing into him was any indication, he wasn't missing a beat. Her taste on his tongue was intoxicating enough to make him cast aside his anxieties and focus solely on giving her what she demanded of him. And even if they threw him out on his ass after this without giving him anything in return, the night will have been worth it just for knowing what it was like to have the rush of her in his mouth each time she threatened to buckle under his tongue.
“Fuck.... Liam,” her voice shook, reverting back to Laura somewhere in there, but he hardly noticed. Repeating his name until she came and releasing her hold on him.
For some reason he just stayed there, watching her. Her chest rising and falling. Relishing the praise when his Lady thanked him for what he'd done. Not expecting the grasp that wrapped around his arms – the kiss on his neck.
The sharp drag down his shoulder blade that felt like it really did draw blood.
His Lord asked him to turn back around, to relax, and he did so unquestioning. Allowing the larger man to slide off the costume pants he'd still worn and the boxers beneath them as he dropped to his knees. A sight he would have never expected to see but hardly cared to complain about.
Silas – no, Travis's (...right? Fuck.) hand grasped around the base of his cock. Running his thumb over a particularly present vein and smirking. He looked to him, “Would you like your reward?”
He wasn't sure it mattered what he wanted, because he was going to decide for him, and that made things so much nicer. Liam simply nodded. Remembering what he'd told him earlier. Delicious. He looked delicious.
The man's lips stained slightly with the red of.... wine, it was wine, dipped down to welcome his length into his mouth. Never breaking eye contact. He didn't take him terribly deep, but he didn't care. His hand still worked the base of his shaft and his tongue knew it's way around his tip, bobbing just enough to make him want to scream for something more. Faster, deeper, *anything* more.
And he stopped. Pulling back with a smug look on his face as he admired the result of his efforts and rising back to his feet. Pointing towards the chair he'd brought in before.
“Sit. Watch.”
“All... all right,” he sputtered, only to be silenced.
He slouched in the chair, already reaching for the throbbing mess between his thighs. The man before him tsk'd, and his touch retreated. For the first time he noticed his... his Lord's dick was out, and he knew he saw him staring. He was thick, to no one's surprise, and the trail of pre-cum dripping down made it all the better to witnesst. Knowing he was just as desperate, no matter how well he was hiding his need.
Liam watched as the Lady rose up, tugging her husband closer to her, guiding his hand to her breast as he pulled her in. Sucking gently at her neck as he took out her hair pin and the brunette locks cascaded down her back. She turned towards him as he laid prone, still watching entranced at the display of how beautiful the were together.
“Did you know I broke the world for him?”
His heart skipped a beat.
"Would you like to know why?"
They exchanged words, inaudibly for a split moment before she kissed him and leaned back. And he watched as his body, his muscles in the soft light of the room found it's way on top of her. Entering her with one effortless fluid motion.
He didn't care anymore about whether or not he should be here. He couldn't take his eyes off them no matter how hard he tried. It was breathtaking. The sight of them.... How gentle he was with her, and how completely unafraid she was when he was sure this man could break her in half if he tried. It was slow and loving at first, and if at any point she ceased to make a sound he made sure it didn't last. Squeezing her, finding her lips, anything to give her the attention she craved as he quickened his pace. Her legs wrapping around him. Her moans turning to gasps and pleasured cries. Knuckles straining, grasping the bars of the headboard.
Fuck.... just... fuck.
Those eyes met him one last time that night.
And in one low, nearly panting command the orders were made perfectly clear.
“You come as we come.”
Understood?
So what if it wasn't really them? It was Travis. It was all just *Travis* and his stupid good body and his stupid messed up, gelled up hair that was never out of place until seemingly this moment in time. And he didn't care. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted to watch them. He didn't care that he was getting himself off into the palm of his goddamn hand, his pace almost completely in sync with the thrusts of that bastard into his wife. They were so fucking gorgeous.
And with Laura's cry out, and her husband's grunt seconds after, he released.
It took a minute for reality to rush back to him after his eyes fluttered shut. Knowing he'd shot a fucking load on himself and their furniture. The blush in his cheeks starting to rise from the events of the whole night fully setting in. He could feel the sting in his back from the scrape the fake fangs had left, and wondered absently where they'd gone anyway.
He could feel the warm towel tossed in his lap, followed shortly after with a blanket being draped over the chair. It all passed in a fog, really. The light on the nightstand was clicked off and he tossed his head to the side, opening his eyes to adjust to the faint moonlight still streaming in.
Laura was already out like a log by the time Travis crawled back in. Sprawled out on her stomach, trying to take up half the bed before he curled up beside her with his arm over her waist. Exactly the image he expected of them.
Without the tent in his pants.
He felt his lips curl into a small smile as he let his eyelids drift back to a close.
“Goodnight, my Lord,” he muttered, unable to stop the sarcasm from escaping. Now that things were almost, you know... normal again, and... wouldn't be spoken of (until at least the drunken New Year's party).
Travis snorted softly into his pillow, now comprised 90% of his wife's hair.
“G'night, Liam.”
Re: Fill: Through Crimson Colored Goggles (Liam/Laura/Travis - Briarwood Roleplay) 2/2
(Anonymous) 2018-05-02 01:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Through Crimson Colored Goggles (Liam/Laura/Travis - Briarwood Roleplay) 2/2
(Anonymous) 2018-06-17 08:35 am (UTC)(link)