CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)
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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.
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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.
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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"
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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.
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- 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.
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- 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!
Taliesin/Matt, Choking
Date: 2017-02-12 03:19 am (UTC)Re: Taliesin/Matt, Choking
Date: 2017-02-13 08:26 pm (UTC)Re: Taliesin/Matt, Choking
Date: 2017-02-14 01:11 am (UTC)Re: Taliesin/Matt, Choking
Date: 2017-03-02 04:12 am (UTC)Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-06-29 06:31 am (UTC)***
“Take good care of him, okay?” Marisha had insisted at the gate, a world of implications between them. The collars were safely put away at the house, Matt’s thick leather strap encircling Taliesin’s narrow band of a kitten collar on the nightstand, but there was still no doubt who led their relationship.
“Of course,” Taliesin had answered with a glib; “I'll be sure to administer spankings as appropriate.”
Marisha had rolled her eyes and kissed them both, letting them off the hook for three days until she could join them at the hotel.
Ten hours later Matt is already flushed head to toe and stripped naked, ankles and wrists bound with thick velcro straps that press leather wristbands into their wear marks. He's delightfully helpless to do more than roll side to side, which he has no intent on doing.
“Good boy…” Taliesin coos, the side of the bed shifting as he stokes Matt’s hard cock slowly from base to tip. He nuzzles tenderly against Matt’s cheek and whispers; “You’re close, aren't you? Already nice and wet,” his fingers slide across the darkened tip, drawing beads of wetness over the crown of Matt’s cock before stroking back to the base, “and I'm not even fucking you.”
Matt whimpers low and loud, waves of desire pulsing through him as he shudders hard. He can try to hold back, but the unspoken ‘yet’ in Taliesin’s voice is maddening. “Please.” He whimpers, his voice soft and small in the quiet hotel room. “C-can I come? Please?”
Taliesin chuckles against Matt’s ear and stops, squeezing hard around the base of Matt’s cock to feel it throb against his palm. “Don’t you dare,” he murmurs, raking his teeth along Matt’s earlobe; “I'm not done with you yet.”
Matt swallows hard and nods, closing his eyes against the sensation of Taliesin’s fingers loosening and then caressing up his throbbing shaft with a feathery grace. “Ahh… okay, okay.”
“Better.” Taliesin nibbles along the curve of Matt’s ear, drawing out the sensation before shifting his weight to lean over his lover's chest.
There’s something almost overbearing in Taliesin’s presence, and Matt feels small underneath him despite the fact they're not too physically different. It’s his eyes, Matt thinks, and the way they're staring at him with the intensity of a predator ready to go in for the kill. “Silent safewords,” Taliesin murmurs, “show me.”
The fear wells up then, as heavy in his chest as Taliesin’s weight feels across his middle. There aren't many things he can think of that would rendered him unable to speak and needing to tap out. Matt lifts his wrists from where they're bound above his head and and taps them on Taliesin’s head before showing him the peace sign. “Like this.” His long fingers are shaking, but clearly showing the signal.
“Good boy.” Taliesin coos and shifts on top of him, letting the head of his cock dig along the lube-slicked cleft of Matt’s ass until it presses into the tender spot underneath his aching balls. “You’re not going to come until I say so, will you?”
Matt whines audibly and lifts his hips as much as he can. “N-no. No, I’m good.” They both know his voice indicates anything but. He cries out, a sharp yelp in the otherwise quiet hotel room Taliesin’s cock splits him and fills him, sliding into place with practiced grace.
“Mine.” Taliesin growls as he grinds the base of his manhood against Matt’s giving flesh. “I’ll protect you…” His voice drops lower, rumbling in his chest. “And I’ll hurt you.”
“Hurt me.” Matt gasps, shuddering hard as the sound of skin against skin is drowned out by the waves of sensation. “Please, Tal… please.”
Taliesin’s hips slam into Matt’s ass hard, both hands catch at Matt’s hips and hold tight enough to dig finger bruises. “Are you sure?” His voice lilts to almost a coy tone, just a hint that he knows full and well that Matt knows what he’s saying. “Princess will have a fit if I leave bruises again.”
The whimper rises, deliberate and needy. “Please?” Matt raises his hips again only to have Taliesin’s strong thighs force him back down and rut against him with several hard thrusts. His cock twitches and smears wetness between them no matter how hard he tries to hold himself back. “Gonna…”
“No.” Taliesin demands, baring his teeth. He leans in quickly and Matt flinches just enough that teeth catch his ear and nip tenderly. Taliesin growls against Matt’s ear; “Be afraid,” his voice drops to a hiss; “I can smell your fear.”
It’s only half a play, Matt’s pulse throbs with the undeniable proof of his underlying fear. It’s not Taliesin he fears, they’ve been through so much that the trust is unspoken and frequently stated between them, it’s his darkness… that little streak of things that play behind his soulful eyes. Things he doesn’t know. Things Matt may never know.
The dimness caressing Matt’s brain in the form of sensory overload is shorted out when one strong hand abandons his hip, leaving behind a painful thrum, and then closes carefully with his palm over Matt’s windpipe. He gasps louder still, drawing a deep breath. “Please!”
Further sound is cut off in a split second, thumb and forefinger pressing against the throb of Matt’s arteries underneath them. “Needy slut.” Taliesin grunts, offering a single hard thrust before letting up pressure, still cupping Matt’s neck with a delicate touch.
“So needy,” Matt whispers, his lips trembling. He’s about to say more but Taliesin’s fingers press again and his eyes roll back, a tremor rattling through him. It’s pain in the sense that he can already feel bruising on his skin, but more than that it’s knowing he can let go - he can leave his life entirely in Taliesin’s capable hands.
“Shut up, slut.” Taliesin moans into Matt’s ear, already feeling the thrust of his arousal coming to conclusion. “Don’t speak unless you’re begging.” He lets up again and Matt gasps for breath, his vision correcting to lock eyes on him. “My slut knows better, don’t you.”
A ragged “uh-huh” is the only sound Matt can manage. He sobs quietly, barely able to whine before Taliesin’s thick fingers and thumb squeeze once more. It feels tighter than before, harder, and he can hear the blood pounding in his ears.
“Good boy.” Taliesin moans again, a rumbling keening sound that bounces off the cheap wallpaper. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing how easy it would be to snuff out your light.”
Two seconds and Matt can draw another gasping breath as his body feels limp against his restraints. Taliesin is fucking him, he’s well aware of that, but he feels like he can’t move, he can’t do anything but allow it to happen.
It’s amazing.
He manages a weak nod, his head lolling to the side until Taliesin’s grip tightens and forces him to look up at the beautiful eyes of his lover. Matt wants to beg, but the words are cut off as stars cloud his vision.
It’s not the first time, but Taliesin is vigilant despite the fact that he’s coming undone as fast as he always does with Matthew. He lets go when Matt’s eyes unfocus and is delighted to hear ragged whispers of; “Please, please Tal. Fill me. Please.”
Taliesin shifts his weight again, pressing his belly down against Matt as he feels the hot streaks of precome on his skin. “Are you sure you don’t want me to shove my cock down your throat? You’re so pretty when you gag on it.”
Matt whines and shudders when Taliesin’s fingers squeeze tight again. He’s familiar with the effect that particular thing has on Taliesin, he’s seen the smug look on Taliesin’s face when he tries to take the full girth of his lover’s cock down his throat. It hasn’t gotten any easier not to choke. But this… this is different, this is a threat that makes him shake against his own will.
He gasps then, allowed to breathe rapid gasps that make the room spin. “In me. Please. Please…”
Matt splutters, spit slicking his lips and dripping down to his chin when Taliesin gives one last hard squeeze. It’s that look that Taliesin likes best, the dizzy and disoriented bliss writ across Matt’s face like a drunken wild grin. Dark hair spills over his shoulders, sticking to his cheek with spit as Matt seems to try and move his body up against Taliesin’s hard thrusts. “Shhh… just let go,” Taliesin whispers, brushing a kiss on Matt’s slack lips, holding tight against his pulse points just a little longer. There’s some sick pleasure in it, he knows, the closest he’s ever really wanted to be to doing something truly horrible. It tugs at parts of him that he doesn’t like to address directly, the parts of him that flare to life as he tips over the edge and drives his cock deep, filling the stillness of Matt’s limp body with his seed.
When Taliesin releases the pressure it’s a slow beat before Matt draws a shaking breath, and then lets it out with a nearly silent sob. The tug of worry, fear that maybe he’d pushed too hard or too long and Matt had truly lost consciousness, makes him move fast to pull the release on Matt’s wrist cuffs and sink down between Matt’s thighs. “Talk to me,” he says, voice lifting back with his typical softness; “Open your eyes, Matthew.”
Matt opens his eyes slowly, grinning wide when Taliesin’s thick arms wrap around his middle. “Huh? ‘M good…” He murmurs, licking his lips. He swallows and it’s rough, no doubt something that will make recording in the next day or two interesting. Then he leans forward and rests his forehead on Taliesin’s shoulder, unexpected sadness washing over him. It crashes like a wave, his breath hitches and Matt realizes he’s crying.
“Shh.” Taliesin whispers, one hand instinctively stroking Matt’s hair as the other rubs slow circles on his back. “I’m here, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
Matt whimpers, and then sobs. He can’t give words to what he feels, can’t express the combination of relief and joy and sadness.
“It’s okay,” Taliesin repeats. He kisses Matt’s ear and holds him tight, nuzzling into the softness of his neck and pressing small pecks there.
For a moment, Matt is content to enjoy that tenderness. He catches his breath and hooks his arms around Taliesin, snuggling against him. “Did I… eh… you know…”
“Come?” Taliesin chuckles.
“Yeah.”
He’s pretty sure, but Taliesin makes a show of reaching between them and squeezing his palm around Matt’s cock, feeling it throb still mostly hard. “Almost.” He murmurs, giving a slow stroke that makes Matt whimper audibly. “In fairness, I cut off a good deal of blood flow.”
“I’m good,” Matt sighs, swallowing hard when Taliesin’s hand returns to his back. “I feel like I did. Like… exhausted.” He sniffs, and then chuckles. “Jesus, I’m crying.”
“It’s fine.” Taliesin coos, leaning back to kiss him properly, letting his lips linger a long moment. “You were very close to losing consciousness.”
Matt smiles and nods into Taliesin’s shoulder. “I was scared, a little. I think… you probably could have killed me.”
“Could have. I think that’s part of the fun, knowing I could but I never would.” He pauses, catching Matt’s eyes before asking firmly; “You know that, right? I’d never harm you like that.”
“Of course.” Matt answers, his eyes somehow softening even further and ringed with red and wetness. He releases his grip on Taliesin’s middle and caresses his chubby cheeks with both hands. “I wouldn’t love you if you could.”
He glances down, not shifting away from Matt’s touch, and whispers; “Love you too.”
“What did you call me? Before?” Matt’s teasing now, and the playful note in his voice only proves it.
“I believe…” Taliesin murmurs, shifting his weight to easily roll Matthew once more onto his back and pin him down with a barrage of kisses; “I may have called you a slut.”
“Right…” Matt giggles then, shifting as the kisses move from his cheeks down to his sore throat.
“A greedy, delightful little slut.”
“Mmm,” Matt leans into those soft kisses and brushes one of his own against Taliesin’s sweaty temple. “Your greedy slut.”
“For the moment, yes.”
Matt corrects himself; “Her greedy slut.”
“I liked the first one better.”
***
End
Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-06-29 02:55 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-07-03 03:57 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-06-30 02:43 am (UTC)I love their relationships, the setup and the way they talk to each other. Taliesin's personality was just like how I like to imagine him: fluffy an tender, but he is differently a goth. Matt's headspace was so good, and the aftercare was just perfect!
This was just so great, would love to see more of your writing of Marisha!
Love you, Thank You so much!
Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-07-03 03:59 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-07-03 06:06 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-07-03 04:00 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-07-05 10:18 am (UTC)I mean, it's wonderfully hot in all the best ways and then the exploration of the emotional factors was just... ugh, perfect. I love that you included that emotional aftercare too, I feel too many people neglect that and you did just great on that :D
Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-07-11 12:53 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Control (Taliesin/Matt/(Marisha) Explicit.)
Date: 2017-07-18 03:52 am (UTC)