CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)
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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"
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Re: Pause
Date: 2017-02-21 03:59 am (UTC)Travis is easily a head taller than him and benches at least twice Sam’s weight, so it doesn’t surprise him when Travis slams him into the wall next to the refrigerator and holds him up so they can be eye to eye. It’s enough to knock the wind out of him, but the wind evaporates as Travis meets his lips with a kiss that is rough and mostly teeth.
Travis gets off on Laura getting off, that’s no secret between them. Sam couldn’t even begin to count the number of times Travis has leapt on him after he’s eaten Laura out or sucked him off after Laura’s used him to get herself off. And it has him soaring as Travis’ body is flush with his, grinding their dicks together as he sucks the taste of his wife off of his tongue.
A pair of lips wrap around his fingers with a groan and Sam doesn’t even look down. He knows it’s Liam, frantically searching out the taste of Laura and the taste of Sam. That’s happened more times than he can count as well. Hands grasp his wrist and his thigh and it’s clear that Liam’s on his knees. He can hear Ashley and Tal encouraging Matt and that’s all Matt needs to come with a breathy groan and almost makes Sam cum untouched. Liam budges through and kisses him as Travis sets him down.
“Downstairs,” Liam mumbles against his mouth. “Now. Need you.” Sam nods against the kiss and the scratch of Liam’s beard until Liam is pushing him backwards to the stairs.
Liam is always pushing and pressing, a flurry of hands and lips against Sam’s flushed skin. This time is no different as they stumble down the stairs to Sam’s “office” which is just essentially the entire basement of Sam’s California mansion. Liam is even more frantic, not letting Sam pull away for one moment as they trip downwards to the low-lit basement. Liam doesn’t break when they hit solid ground, just backs Sam up until they hit the wall. Liam’s grinding against him, readily.
“Couch,” Liam begs. “C’mon.” He tears his lips away from Sam and grabs his hand, leading him to where they had done this a million times before. But this time, Liam freezes. Sam bumps into him as he realizes why Liam has become a statute in his basement: the screen. Liam turns away from his own concerned face with a look mirroring it. “Why are you watching this?”
“Call me a glutton for punishment,” Sam shrugs. He leans in to distract Liam, but the fucker dodges it, knowing that move a thousand different ways.
“Sam,” Liam narrows his eyes as the rest of them tumble into the room.
“What’s going on?” Marisha asks, speech thick with the scent of Matt on her tongue.
“Wanted to see it for myself,” Sam waves it off, coming around Liam to find the remote he had deposited next to the empty bottle of wine. “It’s different when you watch it back.”
“Jesus Sam,” Ashley exhales, coming up next to Liam. “I thought you knew better than that.” Sam shrugs it off. Every eye is on him now and it makes him squirm. Marisha and Taliesin are staring at each other again and before Sam can tell them to knock it off, they’re moving toward him. Tal shoves him back towards the thick, chaise portion of U-shaped couch, more violently than Sam was expecting. He flails as he tumbles into the corner.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he’s hissing as Marisha climbs up next to him without a word.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he trails off in a delighted sigh as Marisha’s hands start undoing the buttons on his shirt with her tiny hands. They’re wearing matching nail wraps Sam thinks in his head as Taliesin glares down at him.
“I mean, really Sam,” Taliesin continues, beginning to close the gap between them. “We’ve sat at the same table for almost two fucking years now and you think that we’d love you any less because you chose to go a different way?”
“You were mad,” Sam gasps out as Marisha’s lips trail over the marks that Laura had left. “I saw it. You yelled.”
“Of course I yelled, you moron,” he says in an almost Percy tone as he rolls his eyes. He drops to his knees and slides his hands over Sam’s tensed thigh muscles. “I was acting.”
“You’re a very convincing actor.”
“Shut up Sam,” Marisha lunges at him, knocking him further into the corner as she kisses him. Sam was expecting it and was ready for this kiss. His hands bury themselves into the fiery red hair and opens his mouth to her. Marisha’s hands pry the shirt off of his torso and in the back of his head, he can feel Taliesin mouthing his way across the hard line of his cock.
“You missed what he was doing to Laura,” Taliesin says, voice a low rumble.
“Oh, I heard,” Marisha laughs in between kisses.
“You should have seen it,” he teases, fingers running along the button at the top of his jeans. “He had her gagging for it. Thought Travis was going to fuck him right through it.” Sam moans, tightening his grip on Marisha’s hair as the zipper of his pants clicks out of place.
“Now there’s something I want to see,” Marisha smirks, pulling away from Sam. “Let’s see how good your mouth really is when you’re distracted.” Tal yanks him by the thighs and Sam slides down with a startled yelp, Marisha using the distraction to pin his arms down with her knees. Her tight skirt hitches up and bares the green thong to his eyes, along with the wetness beginning to trickle down her legs. She must have fingered herself while sucking Matt off. The thought alone made Sam lean forward and begin to follow the trail upwards, lapping at her pale skin with the broad expanse of his tongue.
His breath hitches when his jeans and briefs come off in one tug, leaving his erection bared for them to gape at. There’s a whine from his left and he looks over to see Matt down to his briefs in between Laura and Travis, the latter down on his knees and marking up the slender thighs as his wife circles them both with a calculating stare. Liam in on the couch, being straddled by Ashley who is working her magic on him with one hand in his hair and the other rubbing torturous circles on his jeans. Sam yelps when Taliesin’s hand comes down on his leg with a snap.
“Pay attention to ‘Risha,” he orders. “Or you won’t get to come at all.” The threat alone is enough for Sam to tilt his face upwards and use his unrestrained forearms to pull Marisha down by the ass. The string of her thong is easy to maneuver around, his tongue so seasoned to her that the string is shoved aside and his tongue is lapping up the wetness of her cunt in mere seconds.
Like everything they do, Laura and Marisha are different. While Laura is all grit and badass, Marisha is a goddess; she doesn’t even have to ask when she commands something, she just gets what she wants. She guides him where she wants him by rolling her hips and pressing further down on to his biceps. She tastes sweet and musky and slightly like Matt and Ashley, which clues him in as to what went down before they arrived.
As soon as he has a good rhythm worked up, he falters as Tal’s talented tongue trips him up. Taliesin has no gag reflex, something they had all appreciated more than once, and he’s showing off now as he gets Sam’s dick down his throat until his lips are doing more than just brushing the base. Sam isn’t as well-endowed as Liam or Travis, but what he lacks in length, he more than makes up for in girth. He can feel the thickness stretching Tal’s lips and throat as he swallows, causing Sam to moan into Marisha.
“Fuck,” she curses above him, falling forward onto her elbows on the back of the couch. “Do that again.”
Before Sam can even wonder who she’s talking to, Taliesin is repeating his movements over and over again. Sam’s mind blanks out as the blood in his head vanishes and it takes another smack on his leg and a sharp, pinch of a nipple for Sam to get back to the task at hand. He hums as he sucks her pale clit into his mouth, causing her to buck into him. It’s a struggle without his arms, but he soon works out a pace of flicking and sucking her bundle of nerves and dipping and licking stripes into her hot, damp folds. She sighing and moaning above him and the more sounds she makes, the more Taliesin rewards him for it.
“Goddammit,” Marisha curses on a downward flick of his tongue that molds up and into her. “Fuckin’ shit. Sam!”
“She’s close, Sam,” Taliesin pulls off of him to mutter into his hipbone. As if the whole room wasn’t aware of Marisha’s voice pinging off the walls as the loudest of them all. Someone moans Marisha’s name, he can’t tell if it’s Liam or Matt, and she’s turning to look, giving him the perfect angle to scrape his front teeth against her clit roughly while shoving his tongue as far into her perfect cunt as he can. It does the job and she comes with a scream, something that makes Sam shiver down to his toes as she drips down his chin.
Taliesin pulls off with a pop to catch Marisha as she bonelessly begins to tip backwards. Sam whines at the loss, bucking his hips up to chase the warmth of Taliesin’s heavenly mouth. The loss is replaced by another set of lips wrapping around and pulling off with a light scrape of teeth.
“Ashley, God,” Sam moans, tossing his arm across his eyes, trying to hide the flush that blossoms on his skin. While Taliesin uses his lack of gag-reflex to his advantage, Ashley uses her firm gag-reflex to hers. The noise she makes as he thrusts her throat down on him have to be illegal and definitely enough to get him a firm ticket to hell, as if he wasn’t going there already for fucking his seven best friends. “Fuck, babe.” He wraps his fingers into her blond hair and begins to guide her, thrusting upwards to hit the tight gulp of her throat. It’s almost grounding as she relaxes her hands against his legs as he thrusts up. She makes a strangled noise that envelops his cock in a cacophony of vibrations. “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna come down that gorgeous throat of yours.”
“Maybe that’s the idea.” Liam’s voice next to his ear would startle him if he hadn’t seen them together. Liam licks up a trail of Marisha before meeting Sam’s lips to kiss the taste of her. “Maybe you could do one better.”
“How’s that?” Sam hisses through gritted teeth as his hips continue to thrust upward.
“Come on her face.” Sam’s eyes screw shut at the thought, trying to control the urge to fuck their angel’s throat raw. Liam presses him. “She’s already said she wants it. Wants you to fuck her mouth and come all over her. She can take it, you know she can.”
“Leeeee-yum,” Sam whines at his encouragement, still trying to restrain himself. Ashley could definitely take it; they’d watched Travis fuck himself into her throat the night before the show went live and dear Lord if that wasn’t fucking hot as hell. She’d taken all of them like that until they had coated her in come and then Laura and Marisha had licked her clean. That had made them so giddy that Orion could tell something was off the next day, but said nothing.
Ashley sounds off again to capture his attention, but this time it’s a needy groan, low in her throat that makes Sam open his eyes and look down at her. She blinking up at him with her dark eyes barely visible behind her blown pupils. She nods, his cock bobbing up and down obscenely against her tongue as she does. “Ash, I can’t.” he hisses.
“Why not?” Liam goads him. “You know you want to.”
“You have lines,” he hiccups, gulping air down. Her eyes twinkle and she looks up to Liam. He feels Liam lean in, sending every nerve ending alight.
“She’s off until Thursday,” he whispers. If that news hadn’t made his mind go blank, it was definitely caused by Liam’s teeth biting down onto the junction where his neck and shoulder meet and Ashley relaxing her throat so that she almost took him all the way down.
“Fuck,” Sam’s voice cracks as he cries out, thrusting wildly up into Ashley’s mouth. The gagging noise multiplied and it cause Liam to groan and rut up against his hip. Liam had gotten naked at some point too and he’s as hard as iron against Sam’s leg.
“Shit Sam,” Liam keens, pressing his forehead into his best friend’s temple. There’s a shaky exhale before Liam glances downward. “Fuck, look at her.” Sam shakes his head, keeping his eyes cast up to the ceiling. Liam winds a hand into his hair and yanks his head down, pulling a cry out of him. “I said look.”
So, Sam does. And Goddammit if it isn’t the most perfect sight he’s seen in so long. She’s half-naked in the glow of the dim lights Sam had on before they had arrived, her shoulders reflecting like moonlight. Her pale pink lips are stretched obscenely across his cock, the thickness of it widening her lips beyond her comfort zone as spit smeared across her chin. Her hair is tangled up in his fingers, pockets of his skin a deep contrast to the light blond as he holds her in place. The image is going to fuel his fantasies for a long time. She winks at him and nods and that’s it for him.
He fucks her face, hard and rough, the sounds of her gagging bringing the attention of the room to them. Travis pauses with four fingers deep in Matt, a grin splitting his beard in two, while his wife rocks against Matt’s face that’s partially turned toward them. Taliesin’s dick is being pumped in time with his thrusts by Marisha, who is whispering, what Sam can only guess is sinful things in his ear. And Liam is rutting against him frantically, watching Ashley in awe. It doesn’t take long for Sam to shout out a warning, but Ashley keeps going until Sam’s toes are curling and the first spurt of come dashes against her throat. She pulls back and strokes him as he paints her, gasping for air as his whole body convulses.
He’s boneless as he comes down, dimly aware of Liam launching himself to Ashley and kissing her soundly before dragging his tongue across the dimples of her smile. At the same time, his fingers are toying with the dripping folds between her legs drawing out the most beautiful melody from her wrecked throat. The room is functioning again and Sam just lies there and watches. Travis’ fingers are vanishing to the crook of his thumb as Laura climbs down to where Matt’s hips are dangling off of the edge of the couch. Matt is always sensitive and once, after the whole Gilmore/Rakshasa debacle, the whole group just spent the night seeing how many times and ways they could make him come. His hair is a tangled mess as Laura sinks down on his cock, her satisfied sigh echoed by Travis’ fingers crocking into the spot that makes Matt’s hips shove into the walking sex pot that is Laura. Taliesin has flipped Marisha onto her back and his driving into her, fiercely fucking her over and over again. He can’t help but stare because Marisha is all lanky limbs and Taliesin’s body is as commanding as his voice and together it’s better than any ballet he’s ever seen.
Re: Pause
Date: 2017-02-21 04:00 am (UTC)“Hi,” Sam says softly, carding a gentle hand across Liam’s rough cheek. “Your beard is getting long.”
“I thought you like my beard,” Liam tugs on it absentmindedly.
“I like you when you have stubble,” Sam chuckles. “Full on lumberjack look isn’t really your style. Looks like you’re trying to be Willingham.”
“I’ll remember that,” Liam laughs openly. His face turns serious for a moment. “We’re never leaving you, Sam. Okay?” Sam nods, trying to look down. “Hey,” Liam catches his chin and forces him to look back at him. “I mean it.”
“I know,” Sam says. “It’s just…” Sam looks over to Laura.
“She can be…”
“I know,” Sam says again. “She just gets that look and I start to feel like it’s all gonna slip away.”
“Let me prove to you that it won’t.” Liam’s voice is so rough and serious that Sam looks back. His eyes are pleading and his hands are twitching on Sam’s couch. “I’ll show you that we aren’t going anywhere.” Liam is so serious that Sam can only nod.
Liam pulls Sam down the chaise until their lips meet. It starts as something slow, a tentative peck that gives Sam time to move away. It’s so reminiscent of how they first began that he has to remember that he’s not in Manhattan, on that shitty couch that Liam had and he isn’t drunk. Although he does feel that, he always feels drunk when Liam pushes close. The kiss turns heated, Liam’s fingertips dancing up his legs and up the t-shirt he still has on. His palms flatten against his back, tugging him closer so he can yank it up and over before Sam has time to protest. Sam can taste Ashley and Laura and Travis and a bit of himself on his lips and tongue; it’s a taste he will never get used to no matter how much they do this and how much he wants this. After a moment, Liam’s lips break from his entirely too soon and he flips Sam so he’s kneeling with his arms braced on the couch. There’s a soft rush of air before Liam begins to kiss down his spine, nipping playfully at the lumps of his spine as he went. Sam knows where he’s heading and his brain short circuits as Liam’s tongue is broad and flat against the cleft of his ass.
It feels like hours later, as he’s practically humping the couch with the need that has pooled in his lower belly, when a hand slips into his hair and tugs upward. His eyes are met with the pale expanse of Tal’s cock and he doesn’t think twice as he licks a sloppy stripe up it.
“God, Sam,” Tal groans, low in his chest. It reminds him of the angsty Percy, from “Season One”, that made Sam’s toes curl when he spoke in angry tones about revolution. Taliesin tugs his hair so that he can meet his dark eyes with a smirk. “You’ve done well with the others, now prove to me how sorry you are.” Liam’s tongue catches on his rim as he sucks, which causes Sam to whine as Taliesin forces his lips down.
For a while Sam is caught in the bliss between his best friend’s tongue and his table partner’s cock. It’s glorious and needed and if he could stay here forever, he would. Liam, who is slowly adding a finger into the mix, is moaning as he’s eating Sam out, something that is getting Sam harder again, despite the fact that he just came minutes ago.
As Tal tugs on a particularly well-timed suck from Sam, he remembers why he keeps his hair this long in the first place; spiky enough for one of them to grab, but not long enough to raise suspicions. He’s not as masochistic as Matt is, but with the group they have, it’s hard not to submit to most of them. His ears prick up as Laura keens somewhere behind him, the telltale sign of Matt wailing at something the pair do and Sam can’t help but echo Matt’s noise as Liam pulls away.
“Fuck,” Taliesin hums through gritted teeth. “Close, Sam.” Sucking cock is different that eating pussy, Sam knew that as soon as Liam entered his life. For him, it was like rapping along to Hamilton compared to singing show tunes; one he had be recently exposed to and couldn’t get enough of and the other was safe and comfortable and pliant under his hands. Taliesin is like My Shot, all fast words and shaking hands, but once you got it right it was perfect. So Tal tensing under him and crying out is music to his ears as thick ropes spurt against the roof of his mouth as his eyes smirk up.
“You’re getting so good at that,” a thick, graveled voice echoes into his ear as a large body pushes up against his back. Sam releases a sigh in the back of his throat as he pulls off of Taliesin, feeling needy as fuck, but can’t help himself.
“I know,” Tal agrees with Travis, patting Sam’s cheek favorably. “Almost as good as Matt.” Matt cries out again as Sam preens under the high praise.
“Maybe sometime we should have a contest,” Liam says before his tongue dives back into Sam’s ass.
“Now that is brilliant,” Taliesin chuckles as Travis growls in appreciation. A large hand comes down on his ass with a crack and Sam moans into the couch as Liam reciprocates on the other cheek.
“Now, Sammy,” Travis snarls, nipping at Sam’s shoulder. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna come from Liam’s tongue and my fingers and then I’m gonna fuck you 'til you can’t walk.” Sam can’t stop hum of approval that comes forth. “And if you’re good, we’ll have our illustrious DM ride you until you come again.” The thought of being buried in Matt’s ass is enough to get him dangerously close to the edge. His cock twitches as Travis’ laugh rumbles through him. “That’s what I thought. Liam?” There’s another loud smack, but Sam doesn’t feel it. It’s only after Liam whimpers and doubles his effort does he put two and two together. “Eat ‘im out nice and you can come down my wife’s throat.” Liam’s high pitched wail is enough for Sam to drop his head and arms onto the floor, giving Liam the perfect angle of his ass to go to town on. He wants to come and get in Matt as much as Liam wants Laura; Travis’ choice of words seems to have done the trick on both of them and Liam’s humming against his rim as he pushes a finger in.
“They look so pretty, don’t they?” Marisha’s voice is there, closer than expected. Liam moans again at the sound of her voice breaking through the silence after a few moments. Travis buries a finger in Sam next to Liam with no warning, leaving him to squeal embarrassingly.
“Mmm, yes,” Taliesin agrees, slowly.
“Laura’s a good distraction,” Ashley chuckles in Sam’s favorite way after Liam’s tongue stumbles.
“Look who’s talking,” Marisha laughs.
They’re silent until Travis has three fingers in him and Liam is slurping around them, moaning wildly as he comes. Sam can’t stop the cries coming from his lungs as he spirals closer and closer to the edge. He’s so close he can taste it in the back of his mouth and feel it in his fingernails. He knows they’re watching, all of them, and he hasn’t felt this alive in months. He keeps chasing the feeling until he feels his head being picked up and there’s harp music as Laura is kissing him, her tongue swiping Liam’s come into his mouth. It’s the taste of merlot and hint of the peppermints she loves and the woody, salty, familiarity of Liam that makes him come, cock untouched. That’s all it takes.
He would collapse onto the floor if Travis’ hands aren’t there to pick him up and fling him onto a pile of blankets and pillows that somehow ended up in the center of the room.
“Okay Matthew,” Marisha orders. His eyes have trouble focusing before a flurry of long, dark hair envelopes his vision. Matt’s kissing him brutally as his cock is forcefully stabbing Sam’s hip. He can feel Ashley’s favorite cock ring at the base of him, the cool metal a sharp contrast to Matt warmth. They kiss back and forth for what seems like twenty minutes, Matt making wicked noises as he ruts up against him.
“He hasn’t come yet,” Travis states over the sound of his hand sliding slipperily down his cock. It’s Sam’s turn to exclaim as Matt bites down on his bottom lip.
“Wanna come,” Matt whispers. Sam can barely raise his arms to knot his fingers together in Matt’s tangled hair, but he manages it to anchor himself against him as Travis slides into him in one stroke.
“Fuck!” Sam shouts, back arching off of the blanket and eyes widening in pleasure.
“How are you so fucking tight?” Travis hisses, immediately beginning his punishing pace against him. There isn’t anything that Sam can do except to sink his teeth into one of the few unmarked places of Matt’s supple skin. He’s already getting hard again as Matt goes pliant in his arms, whimpering depraved things in his ear.
“Wanna come on your cock, Sammy. Want you to fuck me raw and open me up ‘til I can’t walk. Fuck into me until I can’t sit down. I’ll ride you so good, Sammy. I can make you feel so good. Let me fuck you Sammy.”
“He’s ready,” Laura’s awed voice says. Travis pauses and smacks Matt’s ass so hard that he rockets into Sam’s neck, teeth clamping down in response.
“Saddle up cowboy,” Travis’ accent creeps into his voice as he forces himself to stay still inside Sam. Matt scrambles to Sam’s hips and straddles them, Travis’ broad arms coming around his shoulders and hips to guide him.
Everything around Sam dulls when Matt is fully seated onto him. His pulse is rioting in his skull as he watches Travis move Matt in time with his own thrusts into him. They’ve done this a few times, but usually with Liam as Sam watches with the others; Liam is usually the one who needs the blinding bliss that comes from the tightness of Matt and the power of Travis. He half expects Ashley to sit on his face and almost suggests it until a particularly well-timed thrust from Travis has his head recoiling off of the pillow in ecstasy.
“God,” he says through gritted teeth and squeezed shut eyes. “Goooood, Matt…hngh Travis! FUCK!”
“Jesus,” Liam mutters. “Look at them.”
He couldn’t even imagine what they must look like: Travis thrusting into him, the slap of hips on hips echoing around the room while his arms cage Matt into his chest; Matt grinding down on his cock, choking on his satisfaction as every shove of Travis sends Sam’s dick up into his friend. The sight behind his eyes is almost as perfect as the sight he sees when he opens them. Travis is sucking bruises into Matt, layering them over and over, as Matt’s head is tossed back against the broad shoulder, looking completely debauched. He has to shut his eyes again to not come right then and there.
“Please may I come?” Matt shouts, arms scrambling against his thighs where Travis has them pinned.
“I’m not sure,” Travis’ voice drawls slowly. “Ask them,” he punctuates with a hand fisting into Matt’s hair to yank his eyes to the group.
“Have you been good?” Marisha asks.
“Ye-es,” Matt hisses at a well-timed thrust by Travis that echoes up through Sam and into him.
“Are you sure?” Liam sounds wrecked. “Sam hasn’t come yet.”
“Please,” he begs. “I’m so close. Please.”
“You know who to ask Matthew.”
“Sam?” Sam’s eyes fly open at Matt’s order by Laura. Sam makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat at the sight of Matt’s captivity by Travis. He almost loses it then, but reels in his composure at the last minute.
“Yes, Matthew?”
“Please,” he whispers. Sam places a tender hand on Matt’s cheek.
“I’m never leaving you Matthew Mercer.” And with a nod, Matt’s clenching forcefully around Sam’s cock as his comes in a hot splash all over Sam’s chest. The vice grip makes Sam’s vision narrow into black and his mind blanks as he presses into Matt and let’s go. Travis is close behind, the ripple effect tearing out a reverberating roar from their big man before Sam’s ears start to ring.
It isn’t the first-time Sam’s come so hard he blacks out, but it’s the most powerful one. He’s not sure what happens for a few moments until he feels Liam cuddling him closer into his chest and Laura’s voice in his ear.
“We aren’t leaving you either Sam Riegel. But this conversation isn’t over yet. ” There’s a beat of silence where Sam sighs into the coziness of the blankets and the smell of Liam. Laura then adds, “You little shit.” She punctuates the sentence with a kiss on his shoulder and wraps around his back. Travis’ hand is in his hair, petting gently and he drifts off hearing Marisha, Taliesin, and Ashley caring for Matt in the distance.
PAUSE
He could stay like this forever.
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