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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: Beauregard/Jester, friends to lovers
Body of comment: Jester's been letting Beau use her for sparring practice. That kind of proximity does things to a tiefling.
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:
"Punches and Pastries, Jester/Beauregard, M, 1/3"
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: Beauregard/Jester, friends to lovers
Body of comment: Jester's been letting Beau use her for sparring practice. That kind of proximity does things to a tiefling.
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:
"Punches and Pastries, Jester/Beauregard, M, 1/3"
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.
- Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role character as a main part of the prompt.
- RPF is also allowed, but please prompt it over here!
- 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!
Any/Their Doppelganger, Noncon
Date: 2019-06-25 07:07 pm (UTC)[FILL] Too Close for Comfort (Featuring Nott and somewhat Jester) (1/?)
Date: 2019-09-16 09:02 pm (UTC)They'd returned to the King's Cradle in the hopes of finding...something. Anything that could help them find a way to help Yasha, now that there was no denying the kind of danger she was in. They'd returned to the King's Cradle in the hopes of taking a more extensive look around the place, now that the worst of the traps had been dealt with and the Laughing Hand and its cohorts had fucked off to parts still unknown.
So far, they hadn't had much luck. The room that had formerly housed all the spiders now housed only dust. The tower was silent and dark. They'd risked a while in the room with the zombies, recovering two golden hearts and then simply focusing on beating back the hoardes for as long as Jester and Caleb thought they needed to examine the walls for carvings, etchings, messages, any kind of clue. And they'd finally descended down into the depths below the whispering bridge to kill that awful mess of teeth and flesh.
Now they were back in the mirror room, and tensions were running high.
Maybe that was why Jester had insisted on going to the other side to look around. I didn't get the chance to last time, she'd insisted. Maybe I could see something you all missed!
There was a logic to this argument - Jester was perhaps the only person who hadn't seen the other side of the mirror, and she'd shown a knack for uncovering the puzzles and traps of this place. So, with the understanding that Caleb and Nott would accompany her, the three of them stepped through the glass and into the mist beyond while the other four stayed behind to conduct a more thorough search.
Nott hated everything about this plan, but as long as Caleb and Jester were resolved to go, then she was, too.
Of course, it was never that easy. They really did plan to stick together, but the fog on the other side of the mirror was so thick. It was so easy to get caught up examining a suspicious patch of stone or a strange shadow on the wall only to realize that the others had moved on without noticing. It was so easy to mistake your own shadow for the nearby presence of an ally and almost miss that you'd wound up alone.
The first few times this happened, they were able to catch it in time, come back together, laugh about their near miss and advise one another to be more careful.
Then, out of nowhere, Nott heard Jester shriek in alarm from much too far away. She looked up from her investigation, looked around wildly, and there was no mistaking that she was suddenly, somehow alone.
Nott bit back the urge to shout Jester's name, no matter how much she wanted to. Instead, she drew her crossbow, readied it, and then broke into a run in the direction of the sounds of struggle.
She rounded a corner, trying not to think about how lost she already was, and emerged from a dense patch of fog to see three slim, horned shapes on the ground, two of them pinning the other. For a wild moment, she thought Jester must have triumphed already, somehow mustering her duplicate to help her get the upper hand.
Then the mist cleared a little, and she saw that the two victorious tieflings had the same wild eyes and too-wide smiles with the same mouthful of jagged fangs and long, dripping tongues. She saw that the one pinned on her back was the real Jester, her hands pinned above her head, her face face a mask of fear as she struggled wildly against her own strength twice over. "No no no stop--!" Her heels drummed a frantic, echoing tattoo against the floor as she squirmed and bucked, but to no avail, and her twin attackers giggled in hissing, sibilant voices as the one straddling her waist started to tug Jester's skirt up...
Nott absorbed every horrifying detail of the scene before her in a second, before she was jolted free of her stupor by the feeling of a body colliding forcibly with hers', sending them both sprawling to the ground, sending her crossbow flying out of her hands and spinning away across the floor and into the mist.
They completely sneaked up on me! Nott thought wildly, as she struggled and clawed against the body trying with a frightening degree of success to wrestle her onto her back. How did they sneak up on me?
Her head was shoved back hard into the floor, leaving her seeing stars.
When her vision cleared, she saw her own face - just with too wide a mouth and too many teeth and too long a tongue and entirely the wrong eyes - leering down at her from much too close.
Oh, she thought dazedly. That's how.
Re: [FILL] Too Close for Comfort (Featuring Nott and somewhat Jester) (1/?)
Date: 2019-09-18 03:31 am (UTC)Re: [FILL] Too Close for Comfort (2/?)
Date: 2019-09-19 12:58 am (UTC)On instinct, she drew in a breath to scream, and her mirror image took advantage of the chance to fix its mouth to hers and force its tongue down her throat in a fierce, invasive kiss. And it was down her throat - its tongue was long and thick enough to fill her mouth and then some, so that it was nearly impossible for her to breathe. She let loose with a tirade of protesting sounds and muffled swearing and soon found herself dizzy from a lack of oxygen. She bit down hard and tasted blood, but it only laughed against her lips and didn't move an inch, let her taste her own failure and helplessness as it took her mouth.
And she was helpless. The realization made her stomach lurch with terror, because its grip around her wrists was iron and its knees dug painfully into her inner thighs. She could only lay there and take it, could only snatch the occasional breath as it started to pump its tongue in and out of her throat, her skin crawling and her stomach roiling with disgust.
Through the horror, it took her a few seconds to realize what else she was feeling - a tingling like pins and needles, first in her mouth but spreading down her throat and out throughout the rest of her body. When she felt it, she remembered descriptions of acidic saliva and bites that burned and let out a terrified shriek, renewing her efforts to struggle. Then it hit her that she wasn't being dissolved, she was being poisoned - drugged. Somehow, rather than scalding her, its saliva was deadening her nerves, leaving her limbs feeling so impossibly heavy, leaving her numb but nowhere near numb enough.
Her voice had faded to little more than whimpers, so muffled that she could barely hear herself over its laughter and Jester’s protesting cries. She felt it moving, repositioning itself. Not much, not enough to give her any leverage at all especially as weak as she was, but moving so that its thighs were tightly clamped around one of hers’, and then…
…and then she felt it roll its hips. She heard it moan into her mouth.
Even then, it took her a handful of seconds that seemed to last an eternity before she realized what she was feeling, and then a hot lance of shame joined the disgust and the fear. The creature was rutting against her like a dog in heat.
This couldn’t be happening. Why was this happening? Nott shuddered violently as she felt it pull its head back and draw its tongue out of her throat in a long, wet slide, but the brief flash of relief was short-lived. It left her no less sedated, and instead, her doppelganger started to run its tongue along her throat, graze its teeth along her ear, press hard and biting kisses to her jaw and neck and shoulders and doubtless leaving marks with its needle-sharp teeth – her own teeth. It was marking her, claiming her, just like…
Well, just like a goblin. Just like she’d seen goblins doing back with the clan.
Not to her. The goblins of the clan had made a point of telling her that they would never deign to mate with one as pathetic as her, that she had poor hips for bearing new goblins and besides, she would only taint them with the echoes of her halfling blood. It had been one mercy in the depths of a fresh hell. And now, just as it had started to seem like there might be hope for her, it seemed even that mercy was going to be taken away at long last.
I didn’t even let Yeza touch me like this, Nott thought wildly, as she felt its hot, wet breath against her cheek, heard its panting breath and pleasured moans. As she felt it rock against her thigh.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hating the threat of tears, hating her own weakness and how easily it swatted her hands aside when she tried to stop it from shredding the top of her dress with its claws. Her breasts spilled free, only for the thing to immediately take one into its mouth. She heard its jaw stretch and crack to accommodate it all. Its teeth were the barest points of pressure all along her sensitive flesh as it worked its mouth over her. The fear of what might happen if it decided to bite down even fractionally harder twisted the knot of fear in her stomach another notch tighter – for a moment, she couldn’t get the image out of her head.
Then it started to swirl and lap its obscenely long tongue around her nipple, sending that same strange tingling sensation down into the pit of her stomach. Unbidden, Nott’s eyes flew open with a gasp that was edged with a sob. Her head had lolled to the side under its assault, and the first sight that greeted her eyes made her wish she hadn’t opened them at all.
Jester’s skirt had been pushed up, her blouse and panties shredded. The doppelganger pinning her wrists had bent over to force its tongue down her throat. Nott could already see Jester’s struggles weakening, growing more feeble. Not that there was much to struggle against – the other mirror image had already forcibly spread Jester’s legs, torn her panties, and shoved two fingers into her.
Watching one of her dearest friends be violated while she was helpless to save her was almost bad enough. What was, in a way, more horrifying was the look on the false Jester’s face. It stared fixedly at her Jester, at the real Jester, as it pumped its fingers slowly in and out of her. Its face was alight with a predatory hunger, with the pleasure of a predator seeing its prey helpless before it.
Nott wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
It was almost a mercy when her own mirror image grabbed her forcibly by the hair and yanked her into another kiss. That mercy was short-lived, however, because Nott realized as she was drawn forcibly back to her own situation that the rocking of its hips had grown more frantic, its breath more frantic and labored, its moans more desperate. It was about to come.
Sure enough, after what was probably only a handful of seconds but felt agonizingly longer, she felt it shudder, heard it keen and whine and was forced to swallow the sounds her own voice was making. She sounded so blissful and yet she felt so terrified. She felt it press itself so tightly against her thigh that she could feel its own spreading wetness, and wanted to be sick.
It’s over now, she caught herself thinking wildly. It’ll stop. It’ll go back to trying to kill me and then I can do something, I just need a chance—
She didn’t even realize until it licked the tears from her cheeks that they’d started to fall. A scant second after she felt that, she felt it roughly shredding her smallclothes and leaving her entirely bare.
Re: [FILL] Too Close for Comfort (2/?)
Date: 2019-09-22 01:02 am (UTC)