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...
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!
Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17
Date: 2016-10-16 10:13 am (UTC)Also posted on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8294789).
It's one of those Thursdays, the kind where Liam slinks all faux-casual up to Matt's table at the end of the game, where Matt gives Marisha that look, where she turns to Laura and calls out, "Girls' night?" Some people might be bothered by what could be defined as their boyfriend kicking them out of the house so he can fuck his friend, but it's really not like that, and honestly it's a nice change once in a while, like going for a middle-school sleepover. Plus it always kinda turns her on, knowing what they're doing, getting the story out of Matt the next day while she shows him who he really belongs to. It's all good.
And Laura knows what's up, so she just turns around, grins, says "Come on, darling," in her Vex voice, doubles back to take Marisha's arm with the hand that isn't holding Travis'. "We've got leftover udon - I kinda want something salty, y'know?" Travis arches an eyebrow, and Laura releases her hold on his fingers to give his arm a smack with the back of her hand. Marisha giggles and dissolves into the warmth of their presence.
At home they eat the promised udon and gnaw on these weirdly bitter licorice cats that Laura likes. They talk along to half of Clueless while they sit on the floor in front of the couch and drink a lot of white wine straight from the bottle (because after that game session they need a drink - after most game sessions they need a drink, to be honest) and Marisha's about to suggest they do their nails when Laura looks over at her with this look. Marisha looks back at her, then at the screen - Tai's just hit her head, and Marisha can't watch this scene and not do the 'rollin' with the homies' move, so she does, but Laura doesn't join her, just keeps looking at her funny, and finally Marisha turns fully to look at her friend.
"What's up?" she asks, and then Laura licks her lips.
"Just so we're clear," Laura says, "I'm a little drunk."
Marisha nods. "Me too."
"But not like... too drunk, you know?"
"Too drunk for what?"
Then Laura's leaning in to kiss her. Her mouth tastes of anise and wine and this vanilla lip balm she likes, and her hand is tangled up in Marisha's hair. Marisha makes a little surprised noise that's swallowed up in Laura's mouth, then arches into her. Everything's warm and fuzzy from the wine, and Laura's lips are extremely soft, and Marisha feels like she might melt until Laura pulls away for a second.
"This is okay, right?" Laura asks, and Marisha nods, eyes wide. She turns over her shoulder. "Hey Travis," Laura calls toward their bedroom. "Can I make out with Marisha?"
"Totally," Travis calls back really casually - like, really casually, and Marisha wonders how often they do this. Then she thinks of Mary, of Liam, of Taliesin, of basically everyone Laura's met, and figures, probably a lot. Then she stops thinking, because Laura's kissing her again, harder this time, a bit of tongue and teeth mixed in and a hand on her thigh rubbing circles in the denim. Laura sighs into her mouth, bites her lip, and Marisha moans softly, and then hears Travis' voice calling out again: "Guys, can I watch? Or...?" Laura pulls back, looks to Marisha for an answer. Marisha gulps, nods again, because that's really all she can do in this moment.
"Yeah, come on," Laura calls back. Travis comes sauntering out of the bedroom in a white t-shirt and boxer-briefs, and fuck, his arms are huge, Marisha thinks, and then Laura's sucking at her neck, her small, soft hand creeping under the hem of Marisha's shirt, and shit, this is really happening. Something clicks into focus and then Marisha's grabbing at the hair at the base of Laura's skull, pulling her head up so she can kiss her properly. She moves to straddle Laura's lap, and Laura leans back against the couch, her hands now fully up under Marisha's top, and she can hear the leather of the couch creak gently as Travis takes a seat near them.
"Go ahead," Marisha says when she pulls back from Laura's lips, "Take this off," and Laura obeys, pulling up as Marisha raises her arms. Marisha wiggles out of her bandeau as well, feels the buzz of two sets of eyes on her tits. She kneels up to get them right at Laura's eye level, hisses and tangles fingers into the other woman's hair as she sucks at one. When she looks over, Travis is stroking just the tips of his fingers over the bulge showing through his underwear, and she grins at him. Then Laura bites down on her nipple and she grits out, "Fuck," and rolls her hips against Laura's stomach.
Marisha's necklace bounces a little as she moves, cool metal against the tops of her breasts, and Laura's hand is warm on her other tit, thumb running over her nipple, and she can hear Travis breathing deep and Laura mumbling, "God, you're gorgeous," into her skin, and this is definitely not what she expected to be doing tonight but she can't say she's complaining.
When Laura moves her mouth away, kisses across her collarbone, Marisha settles back into the woman's lap, tips her chin up so she can kiss her again, tongues curling together soft and slow. Laura's hands have drifted down to the waistband of Marisha's jeans, one hand fiddling with the button, and, "Go on," Marisha says. Laura pops the button one-handed, pulls the zip down, runs her teeth across Marisha's lower lip as she slides fingers into her panties. It's an awkward angle but she can still get the pads of her fingers right where they're needed, rubbing unfocused along the outside of her cunt before circling with a bit more determination around her clit. Marisha grinds down against them, nips at Laura's jaw.
Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 2/4
Date: 2016-10-16 10:14 am (UTC)"You should find out," Marisha says like a suggestion and a command at the same time (it's a balance she's worked hard at cultivating, and when she gets it right she feels like a damn goddess), and Laura just looks at her a little awestruck, then slides down onto her back so her face is right between Marisha's legs and tugs her jeans and panties down her thighs as far as they'll go. "Good girl," Marisha breathes, impressed, and lowers her hips just enough that Laura will have to work a little to bridge the distance.
When Laura swipes her tongue up along Marisha's cunt, though, she can't help but rock down into it just a little, bracing her arms on the couch so she can keep control. Laura dips her tongue just inside her, moves up to sweep around, explore a little. When she finally makes it to Marisha's clit, Marisha sighs heavily and drops her hips down just a bit more. Laura lifts her arms to wrap up around Marisha's bare thighs.
"Fuck, that's good," Marisha murmurs when Laura's tongue curls especially nicely, then looks back over at Travis, licks her lips. "C'mere," she says, and Travis scoots down the couch to sit between Marisha's arms. He leans down, runs a thumb across her cheek, kisses her, tasting a little of beer and of something comforting. His face, his mouth, his tongue - it's all big like the rest of him is, and his beard is surprisingly soft against her face, and with his hands bracketing her shoulders it's really not what she's used to, but it's nice, really nice. Marisha's hand moves into Travis' lap, strokes along his cotton-covered cock, and she can tell that's big, too.
Beneath her, Laura's tongue is moving slow but focused along her clit, and Marisha grinds into it, moans into Travis' mouth. Travis' hand strokes up her side, circles a short thumbnail around her nipple. She grips at his forearms, enjoys the way the muscles shift under her hands. Laura's moaning too, and when Marisha pulls back to look over her shoulder, she can see Laura's got her hand shoved down the front of her leggings, her knees bent and feet braced on the floor so she can circle her hips against her own fingers.
Marisha dips a hand down beyond the elastic of Travis' underwear, pulls it off his cock. It is nice, and she gives it a few long strokes, admiring the shape of it. He's leaning down enough that she can arch her head forward to bite at the bit of trapezius that's exposed by the neck of his t-shirt as she circles her thumb around the head of his cock.
"Take that off," Marisha says, her voice a little hitched when Laura flutters her tongue against her clit, and Travis sits back, tugs his shirt off. She leans in to kiss his stomach, run her tongue over the lines between muscles. "Shit, how are you both so damn pretty?" she asks very rhetorically, reaching a hand down to run through Laura's hair, which spills out on the floor like a dark halo around her head. Then she leans down to lick up along Travis' cock, and the rumble of his groan seems to vibrate through the room.
Just as Marisha wraps her lips around the head of Travis' cock, Laura flicks her tongue harder, a lovely side-to-side against her clit that makes it very hard to focus on what she's doing with her own mouth. Her moan is muffled as she sinks down a little, holds Travis' shaft with one hand while she wraps the other tighter into Laura's hair. Laura squeaks when Marisha tugs especially hard on the dark strands, and Marisha feels determined to get that noise out of her again. She curls her own tongue in under the crown of Travis' cock, savors the feeling of his big hand gripping her shoulder.
Laura's nails dig into Marisha's thigh as she rocks down harder into the other woman's face, panting desperately now in and out through her nose. She does her best to keep up the bob of her head, lips moving up and down over the cock between them, but her rhythm begins to falter as Laura tugs her down even closer and sucks her clit into her mouth, moaning around it. Beyond the wet sounds of her and Laura's mouths, she can hear rustling as Laura rubs at herself.
Travis places a gentle hand at Marisha's jaw, tilts her chin up so she's off his cock and just kissing him, and now that all she's focusing on is the pleasure of Laura's mouth on her cunt and Travis' mouth on her own, she finds the pleasure surging up and over her. She bites down hard on Travis' lip as she comes. Laura's tongue drifts down to her entrance, lapping up the wetness of her, a break for her oversensitive clit. It's too much all the same, and Marisha shifts back a little, reaches down to wipe her thumb across Laura's shining lips.
There's a moment of quiet affection, and then Travis' arms are under Marisha's and he's hauling her up on the couch like a ragdoll. She laughs in surprise, does her best to kick the rest of her clothes off - Laura helps, tugs her jeans and panties off her calves and tosses them aside. She's straddling Travis now, Laura climbing up onto the couch next to them and picking up a condom Travis must've brought with him when he came out.
"Yeah?" Laura asks, brandishing the packet.
"Fuck, yeah," Marisha breathes, and Laura sets to tearing the foil open.
"That's the idea," Travis says. Laura reaches down to roll the condom onto him, presses a kiss to his cheek that turns, with a tilt of his head, into a meeting of mouths that looks so practiced and natural and beautiful, the way a kiss looks between two people who've known each other's bodies for so long they might as well share one. Marisha just watches for a bit until Laura pulls away. She tugs her top off as Travis pulls Marisha closer, presses a kiss to the crook of her neck. Marisha kneels up, reaches down to guide his cock, and begins to sink down onto it.
Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 3/4
Date: 2016-10-16 10:15 am (UTC)Travis grips Marisha's hips and takes over the pacing, dragging her up and down his cock while she focuses on sliding her fingers between Laura's legs. She's wet, really wet, and pants against Marisha's lips as Marisha's hand roams. She lets out another of those adorably sexy squeaks when Marisha's fingers find her clit. She rolls her hips against Marisha's hand, moans out with abandon. Travis leans forward and down to take Laura's nipple into his mouth, runs his teeth along it, switches to Marisha's. His hips are pumping slow but deep into her, sending tingles of lightning up her body every time he sinks in all the way.
It doesn't take much to send Laura over the edge - she's sensitive; Marisha likes that - and her thighs clamp hard around Marisha's hand as she whimpers through an orgasm. Marisha can just feel the flood of wetness at the tips of her fingers. She pulls them back up to her own mouth, takes her time licking each one. Travis' jaw goes a little slack, and he pulls Marisha down harder onto his cock. Laura sags back against the couch for a moment - Marisha takes it as a cue to concentrate on Travis for a bit, to brace her hands against his shoulders and thrust her hips down to meet each jerk of his own.
She leans back a little, and the sensation is more of a glow than anything each time his cock brushes just the right way against the walls of her cunt. He keeps her steady; Laura moves in again to press kisses to Marisha's breasts. Marisha lifts Laura's head, kisses her lips, leans down further to circle her tongue around a lovely brown nipple. She catches it between her lips, her teeth, bites down hard enough that Laura squeaks again. She moves to kiss Laura's sternum, the top of her belly, trying her best to stay straddling Travis.
"Hold up," Travis says after a moment, stops thrusting long enough to shift them so he's sitting sideways on the couch, Marisha straddling him backward.
"Yeah," Marisha says, "Yeah," and leans forward, pressing Laura down to the couch with thighs open on either side of Marisha's shoulders. From behind her, Travis thrusts in, and now that glow is full-on fire within her with each press of his cock. She turns her head to nuzzle Laura's thigh, press a kiss to the soft skin at the very top. Laura twitches as Marisha breathes hot over her cunt, then moans high when she presses her tongue to her clit.
The taste of her is amazing as Marisha dives in. It's been a while since she's eaten pussy, but Laura's vocal, and it gives her plenty of encouragement when she finds the right spots and patterns. She works her tongue over Laura's clit in a varied rhythm, sometimes tracing with the tip and other times giving broad strokes, occasionally sucking the flesh into her mouth and letting go with a delightful wet pop. All the while, Travis keeps up his rhythm behind her, her hips bucking down involuntarily to meet him.
Travis reaches around Marisha's hips to rub at her clit, and with Laura's thighs clenched over her shoulders, a hand tangled in her hair, and Travis' cock hitting the right spot again and again, Marisha falls silent as climax shoots through her again, tightening every muscle. Travis fucks her through it, and she can't tell if it's one long orgasm or many in a row - each time she sucks in a breath, her body seizes up again until he stills as well, fingers pressing hard into her clit as he groans out and his cock twitches inside her.
Marisha pants against Laura for a moment, whines softly when Travis pulls out of her. Her body collapses against the couch, save for her mouth, which finds its way back to Laura's clit. She licks at her, hearing Travis' padding footsteps and the sound of the condom being tossed in the trash. Marisha flicks her tongue hard, feels wetness pour down her chin as Laura twists her fingers into her hair and comes hard against her mouth. She doesn't realize Travis has come back until she feels a broad hand on her back. She pulls away as Laura twitches through the aftershocks of orgasm, kisses Travis. His tongue curls into her mouth, tasting his wife on her lips.
His fingers dip between Laura's legs and press into her, two at once; Laura gasps, shifts so her legs open around the both of them. Travis leans in to lick at her, and Marisha does as well, their tongues sliding side-by-side against Laura's clit.
"Fuck," Laura grits out, "Fucking - fuck." Travis twists and curls his fingers - the wet sound is a counterpoint to Laura's high, hitched whimpers. They trade off sweeping their tongues across Laura's clit, or they both pulse in together, or they lose themselves and kiss each other for a moment, Laura sounding more desperate all the while until she comes once more, pushing Travis' fingers out of her with the force of it. Marisha and Travis both hold her as she does, pressing kisses to her thighs, her hips, until she twitches a couple times and lies still, panting. Marisha laughs softly.
Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2016-10-16 10:16 am (UTC)"C'mon," he says, gives her a soft smack on the ass before he stands up. "Let's go to bed." Laura throws a dramatic arm over her forehead.
"Can't move," Laura intones. "Leave me behind - save yourselves."
"Nope," Travis insists and scoops Laura up, draping her over his shoulder. She reaches down his back to squeeze his ass as he starts walking. Laura reaches a hand back to Marisha - she takes it.
"We're the best cuddlers," Laura says, tipping her head up to grin at Marisha. "Just you wait." And grinning, Marisha follows them to bed.
Re: Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2016-10-16 03:30 pm (UTC)Re: Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2016-11-17 07:29 pm (UTC)thank you for the delightful fic!!
Re: Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2016-11-20 06:01 pm (UTC)Re: Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 4/4
Date: 2017-07-07 10:17 am (UTC)