![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
criticalkinkThe rules are under the cut for you to read if you haven't already checked out the profile!
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!
Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (3/?)
Date: 2020-06-19 09:14 am (UTC)Fjord swallowed hard, watching Molly as they dragged themselves back to their room; exhausted, injured, but- successful.
They had managed to keep those kids out of an orphanage, reunited a family, and found a good place for Kiri.
All in all… things felt good. They had done good. The fights had been rough, but they had succeeded.
And he was trying very hard not to watch Molly with naked hunger.
Molly had been the one to finish off the construct, and… Fjord had the awkward task of walking out of there with soaked underwear and trying to hide his erection. Not that he didn’t have experience- his heat had made awkward moments like this happen every year since… He shoved that thought down.
Molly had sat down on the bed, and glanced over, eyes meeting his. They locked, and Fjord was the first one to break, looking down.
“You feeling better?” he asked.
Fjord flushed. “Yes.” He fidgeted with the cord on his armor, trying not to stare at the ink and scars visible underneath Molly’s shirt. “Just…”
“I thought your heat was over?”
Fjord shook his head. “Should be. Right now I’m just-”
Molly's mouth twitched into a tired smirk. “Got some steam to blow off? See something you like?”
Fjord opened his mouth and closed it, before nodding. Molly had helped him through his heat; water, towels, making excuses for him to the others when he needed more time alone. He hadn’t laid a hand on him without permission. Helped him keep things under wraps. Left when Fjord had been too embarrassed to get himself off with an audience. Had stayed, when Fjord had asked for help.
And now he was trying not to squirm.
“I told you, not touching you until you can use your words,” Molly reminded him, eyes dancing with amusement even as they blinked in exhaustion. “Want something? Ask for it.”
“You helped me before. But you didn’t even get your dick wet,” Fjord said, feeling his pussy clench as Molly stroked himself through his pants. “Maybe-”
“I didn’t. But this isn’t about me. I would like fuck you. Your pussy was so soaked. Tasted so good. Getting to watch your face-” Molly licked his lips. “Tell me what you want.”
Fjord bit his lip. Took a deep breath. “I want you. In me. Your cock. It- it's safe. I want you to come inside me.” It came out in a rush, whispered, almost inaudible.
Molly put out his hand. “Come here?”
He did.
// ”Well, look here,” Lorenzo said, as Fjord was dragged before him. “Pretty little sow, aren’t you? Cute piggy.” He grabbed Fjord’s face. He was about to try to spit, but -
“Now, now, now- you want your friends to watch as I breed that cute little hole of yours?” A cruel smile crossed his face. “Because I sure as hell will make you watch as I put spawn in their bellies if you don’t behave.” //
He took Molly’s hand, let himself be drawn into Molly’s lap, mouth, lips, tongue meeting and melting together with a groan. They fumbled free of his armor, scattering it across the floor and letting himself be pushed back onto the bed.
He let himself touch; plucking at Molly’s linen shirt, hands stroking his hot skin, his scars and tattoos, his lithe muscles. He shivered as Molly kissed down his neck, brush over his collar bone, find his tits-
// his pants ripped, flung over a table - //
He came. He felt his face heat as his cunt pulsed, clenched on nothing, just from Molly touching his nipples.
Maybe he wasn’t as over his heat as he had thought.
“I am so happy I’m getting to do this to you,” Molly purred. “You are so sensitive.”
Fjord breathed hard, wrapping his legs around Molly’s waist, tangling his fingers in Molly’s hair. “Been awhile.”
Another kiss. Warm, callused hands dragged the skin of chest, belly, thighs, and propped himself up on one elbow to take himself in hand. “Hope it’s worth the wait.”
Fjord closed his eyes as he felt the head of Molly’s cock at his entrance, then mewed (mewed! Fuck! ) as he slid home.
Molly swore as Fjord clawed his back, infernal crackling the air as his first few thrusts were slow, before finding a rhythm.
Fjord let himself get caught up in the feeling of being stretched, filled up, of Molly’s scent of spice and smoke, the ache of his spread legs and the heat between their bodies. Of the building knot of pleasure just under his navel.
“Oh gods you feel good,” Molly said, kissing him again. “Nice and wet for me-” Fjord couldn’t stop himself from mewing again, panting as Molly moved over him. “You like that? Like hearing me tell you how good you are?”
Fjord hissed, opening his eyes to Molly’s red ones, and nodded. “You are,” Molly went on. “You’re warm, and handsome, and-”
//”Damn whore,” Lorenzo growled. Fjord flinched, anticipating the blow that cracked across his face. Then cruel laughter. “No wonder that stupid little demon-blood fought so hard. He already bred you up. Hm. I’m curious to see what comes of it. //
Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (4/?)
Date: 2020-06-19 09:15 am (UTC)“How was that?” Another kiss. Nose to nose. He loved Molly’s eyes. “Was it what you wanted?”
He kept his eyes there. He didn’t want to let this moment go. Didn’t want anything else to interrupt-
// “I like sows. They breed fast. Six months and we’ll see if this little spawn of yours is as stubborn as its sire.” //
He focused on the details. On Molly. The scent of the night, the summer humidity, of setting up camp and enjoying the moment. Of embarrassed flirting and touching. Of awkwardly sneaking out to the woods and taking Molly in his mouth, Molly covering his mouth as he turned him onto his hands and knees.
A little embarrassed, later, to go on watch and feel Molly’s spend still leaking out, just a little, and Yasha giving him a sly smile as he went on watch.
“I’ve not seen Molly this cheerful in a long time,” she whispered. “I’m glad for you.”
He almost opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again when Jester came out, and conversation turned to what they had done in Hupperdook.
Things seemed to really be looking up-
// He was thrown back into the cell, bouncing off the stone.
He hurt. Gods, he hurt. He could see Jester’s eyes, but Yasha was no longer there. Anguish stabbed through him, as bad as the pain radiating from his belly and groin. He had hoped to put off their tortures, at least for a night.
No words were spoken. None could be, with their gags. But in his mind, echoed Lorenzo’s words. Demon spawn, already inside him.
The stubborn demon-blood from earlier.
He was already pregnant… and it was Molly’s. That- that shouldn’t have been possible. //
He forced himself back into that moment. His favorite. In Hupperdook, Molly’s smaller body sprawled across his own, his cock going soft inside him but not pulling out just yet. Pleasant exhaustion soaking his limbs and belly, soft aftershocks of pleasure making him gasp whenever Molly moved. Fingers in his hair, sweat and scent all over him.
He clung to that thought, to the comfort of it, to hoping against hope that the others would come for them.
And when at last, they did…
Molly wasn’t there.
Re: Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (4/?)
Date: 2020-06-19 02:52 pm (UTC)Re: Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (4/?)
Date: 2020-06-20 03:46 pm (UTC)Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (5/?)
Date: 2020-07-07 09:58 am (UTC)That was really, really messed up.
“Do I have to?” Fjord said, voice a soft whine after Molly’s prompting. He sounded miserable. Molly, despite himself, started brushing his forehead, and promptly pulled his hand away. His skin was scalding; even with his own resistance to fire it was uncomfortable. “It’s embarrassing.”
So he left to make excuses. Fjord had been pretty adamant about Jester not seeing him like that; as much as he hated to do it, he recruited Beau for help to keep her distracted. Thankfully, Beau did understand that sometimes you had to lick your wounds in peace, and didn’t come after either of them. Instead she cut Jester off and kept her busy for the rest of the afternoon. Afterwards, he had gotten Fjord comfortable and out of his armor, without making more panic or nerves.
That night though… Molly laid down, stretching out, sighing at how warm he was going to get in his clothes, but he was not going to touch Fjord in any way he might not want tonight. At all.
The decision was quickly taken out of his hands, when in the middle of the night, he was enveloped by an affectionate green octopus. He awoke to Fjord’s face buried in his shirt, one leg flung over his while he started grinding against his thigh. Heat leaked out to soak Molly’s trousers. From the way he sounded, he was close to coming.
He bit his lip, thought hard of mucking stables, and woke Fjord up.
It was a little too easy to pry information from Fjord when he was like this, and Molly felt a bit guilty to use whatever this was to get some information out of him. So he didn’t bring up the orb and that weirdness. Instead, he focused on the fact that Fjord was ill.
He hadn’t really thought about a reason for why Fjord was so skittish around sex and sexuality; it had just been funny to get him flustered. He had figured that Fjord was just someone who had a prudish background. Now… he started to get the impression that there were other reasons.
“How long has this been happening?” he asked, after returning to Fjord with something to drink and a handful of towels.
Fjord had just looked at him, eyes unfocused with fever. “Started this afternoon.”
“No- I mean, how long?”
“I was… eleven, the first time?”
That was enough to make Molly freeze. “You’ve been going through these since you were a literal child?”
“Half-orc.” Sweat was pouring off his face. “We grow fast. At least, that’s what the Nurse said. Told me… be careful.” His voice trailed off. “She was nearly out of penny royal and wild carrot seeds. Might not have any for next year.”
“I think there’s a lot of people in Port Damali I need to visit,” Molly answered, bloody vengeance on his mind. Fucking hell, Fjord, he didn’t say. He couldn’t do anything about it now. Just keep Fjord comfortable. “So… every year since you were… a child?” He nearly choked on the words.
“Yeah.”
Fucking hell. Fucking hell that filled in just enough gaps for his imagination to run wild.
Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (6/?)
Date: 2020-07-07 09:59 am (UTC)“You’re fine. It’s ok.” He didn’t touch Fjord. Not yet. “You… I guess you’re feeling pretty needy right now, right?”
The panicked look on Fjord’s face killed his half-chub. “No, I’m not- I’m not going to fuck you.” He relaxed. “But- I’ll leave if you need to get off, or you can use my thigh again, or I would be honored to use my hands and mouth on you. I won’t put it in, though. And I won’t do anything until you say it.”
And that was how he wound up sleeping in the taproom that night, which was drier than the room itself.
It was their last night in Berleben, though, and they were able to move on. Fjord was able to keep himself on an even keel during the day, though, even with Molly watching him like a hawk. It wasn’t until that night in their shared tent that he had nearly fallen apart.
He had asked, voice a low hiss of desperation, to help him get off. Molly, nodded, and gestured to Fjord to come to him, offering his thigh- Fjord straddling it, grinding down, covering his own mouth to stifle the groans.
“Can I hold you?”
Nod. Fjord’s eyes were closed, but Molly took the permission to curl around his wider shoulders. Stroke his hair while Fjord’s hips moved. You poor bastard. I can’t remember anything, but this misery you’ve had your whole life…
Fjord kept moving against him, but stopped, hissing to himself and lashing out to claw at the dirt under them. “I can’t- why can’t I-”
His voice was different again. Molly didn’t really recognize the accent; but he did note the desperation. “Let me know what you need.”
Fjord bit his lip. “Your- your hands? I need something inside me.”
Molly took a deep breath. Stay calm, ignore that the handsome orc was asking him to touch him; focus on the friend-in-need. “Take off your pants?”
There was a look of fear on Fjord’s face as he looked away, and moved to comply. It made Molly’s chest clench. “I’ll do my best to pay attention, but I’m not a mind reader. Something doesn’t feel good- not bad, just not good - say something. I want you to feel good, Fjord. I know this isn’t something you’ve chosen, but I don’t want to touch you in a way you don’t like.”
Fjord’s expression eased, just a bit, and he nodded, as he finished shimming out of his pants.
Molly was grateful for his dark vision as he let Fjord go to reposition himself. Had the circumstances been different, he would have been chuckling wildly and thanking the Moonweaver for the feast. He mentally smacked himself.
He had seen Fjord naked in the baths before; with a jolt, he realized that Fjord had to have been concealing his bits with a spell. He swallowed down another wave of pity.
What he found was a nice cock, if a little smaller than what the illusion had hidden. He could imagine a good ride, if Fjord was ever interested in being on top.
His hole was cute as well, small and tucked away behind his non-existent balls. He couldn’t tell if it was flushed, because of the dark, but the lips were lush and wet, a faint shine in the gloom. He brushed his fingers along the seam, before sliding in, then two fingers inside.
He looked up in time to see Fjord covering his face to keep quiet, but he twitched and rocked, soft gasps and hitched breathing telling him when he found his g-spot. Molly felt himself smiling as he leaned down to take the head of Fjord’s erection into his mouth. The result was Fjord swearing before stuffing his fist between his teeth and clamping down.
He slipped in three fingers, four- he found himself smirking, remembering Caleb’s description of a boar’s cock, and carefully worked in his thumb-
Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (7/?)
Date: 2020-07-07 10:01 am (UTC)It didn’t take much more to wring out a fourth orgasm. Molly had never thought he would be envious of orcs but if their refractory period was this short-
Fjord relaxed into the blanket below him, and Molly crawled back up to check in. “Good for you?”
There were teeth marks on his hand, but nothing broke the skin. “Yeah,” he breathed, and Molly felt a little smug at the dazed, well fucked expression. While he knew that this was something Fjord didn’t like, he had to take some pride in making a lover-
He winced. Fjord wasn’t his lover. Fjord was some bastard who had a condition he was helping with. This was temporary, this was for someone who had been hurt in ways he didn’t want to imagine, this was never going to be for him.
Speaking of which. He got to his knees to leave.
“Where are you-”
Molly brushed his hands over Fjord’s cheek, and leaned back, his dick tenting his own pants. “I, ah, need to take care of something.”
Fjord’s eyes went wide. Molly hid his cringe- he didn’t want to frighten Fjord- when a hand was on his shoulder. “You don’t have to leave.”
“Not sticking it in-”
“No,” and now Fjord was flushed. “But- but you shouldn’t have to- I don’t mind if you-”
Molly’s eyebrows went up. Fjord had usually gone out into the hall or hidden whenever Molly had shown even a hint of skin. “You…” He realized he was palming himself, feeling his erection get harder in his hands. Gods, Fjord was pretty in the afterglow. “Don’t mind?”
Fjord nodded, swallowed. “I can… help.”
“You aren’t obligated.”
“I want to.”
It had been about a tenday, when Molly woke up in his tent, reached out to touch Fjord’s shoulder… only for his hands to touch empty blankets.
Molly found himself frowning; Fjord was already up? He liked to sleep just as much as Molly. Gone for a piss, maybe?
But the blankets were cold. Fjord’s body was a furnace, and Molly had been looking forward to arguing over who would be the little spoon last night. Maybe tease him a bit before drifting off. He could still smell Fjord on his clothes.
He laid there, not quite awake, telling himself it was nothing. That nothing was wrong. Maybe Fjord had just gotten up and was giving the last person on watch-
Wait. He was meant to be the last person on watch.
He sat up, hearing Nott call for Jester. Beau calling for Yasha. He clambered out of his tent, looking around. They all surged into a panic, trying to find their friends- the realization that Yasha and Fjord had been caught, that Jester had likely been there because of her big ol’crushie on Fjord- and found a dwarf instead.
There was a rush to head off the kidnappers- the Iron Shepherds- and he found himself chafing, chomping at the bit.
They had to wait a night.
Taking watch with Beau was not his idea of a good time.
He tried to distract her with cards, but-
“So. You and Fjord,” Beau asked, after a moment of her staring at his cards and refusing to take one.
“Is now the time or place?”
Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (8/?)
Date: 2020-07-07 10:02 am (UTC)Molly’s tail curled around his leg. “I know. She can thank me for breaking him in for her.”
Beau glared. “Really. Not cool, man. She really likes him.”
“I’m not denying that. But Fjord asked me for help with a problem.” He rubbed his chin, staring into the fire. Beau had helped run interference earlier- “Did you end up reading Tusk Love, too?”
“Eh, no. Too much dick for me.”
Molly snorted. “Fair enough. But I know Jester talked your ear off about it.” He dropped his tone. “Fjord… he’s not like that. He’s- remember what Caleb said? About the-”
“No-” her eyes went wide. “Fjord? Really?”
“Makes some sense, doesn’t it, though? He’s always been squirrely about certain topics.”
“And you got no sense of boundaries,” Beau chimed in. Molly acknowledged this with a nod.
“But he went into heat last week, which is why-” And he saw Beau wince. He tried to be as detached as possible while explaining, keep out the more graphic parts. “But he did mention that this had been happening since he was a child.”
“Wait, what?” Her face went pale. Because she was able to fill in the blanks as much as he did. “I think-”
“Want to join me in setting a lot of places on fire?”
Her face had pinched, cheeks flushed with rage. “We can agree on that.” She paused. “But that’s a nice distraction. You going to back off after we get our friends back, or what?”
Molly opened his mouth- then closed it. “I suppose it depends on Fjord. If he is in love with Jester, I won’t stand in his way. I… I like him. But sex doesn’t make a relationship and whatever this is, has just started, and I was convenient.”
Beau sighed. “Sounds like Jester’s not the only one with a crush.”
Molly looked down at his tail, which was laying across his lap now. “In the circus, we took care of our own. That’s all.”
“Uh-huh. Right.”
Molly took a deep breath, and pulled out his deck. “So, the best lie you ever told…”
Re: Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (8/?)
Date: 2020-08-04 05:41 am (UTC)I always enjoy an omega Fjord and this take has some really wonderful moments of charm and darkness.