criticalkink | 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!

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From: (Anonymous)

“Hey,” the rumble of a voice against his leg startles him. He looks down to lock eyes with Liam who is kneeling between his legs.
“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.