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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!
Polynein- forced orgy (noncon/dubcon)
Date: 2021-01-27 02:29 am (UTC)Id like for this to be somewhat gritty and upsetting, but the amount is up to the writer
+pairings still align with the characters preferences; i.e. no Caduceus, or if he's there, he's not made to participate, and no lesbians paired w/ men
+this being Jesters first time
+veth getting hurt bc of the size difference
+caleb typical self loathing/ptsd from Trent
+veth feeling shitty bc she's married
+yasha feeling shitty bc she's being made to do something like usual :-(
++if it lasts a long time/multiple orgasms/overstim
++group hurt/comfort
-scat/piss, sounding, excessive pain
Re: Polynein- forced orgy (noncon/dubcon)
Date: 2021-02-07 10:03 pm (UTC)Re: Polynein- forced orgy (noncon/dubcon)
Date: 2021-02-08 04:33 am (UTC)Fill: Fucking Aeor (Polynein, E, sex-pollen, heavy dubcon)
Date: 2021-03-24 03:46 pm (UTC)---
They don’t realize the mistake until it’s already too late - until they see Lucien grinning at the door, before it slides shuts.
“Dammit!” Beau cries out, rushing forward in an attempt to stop it from locking them in.
“Fucking Otis!” Veth calls out, as the illusory forms of the Tomb Takers they had followed dissipate into thin air.
The room is like most of Aeor’s ruins - some furniture, broken and scattered, but still icy and desolate. It’s covered with arcane patterns, more than most, and as Beau and Yasha start trying to pry open the door, Caleb at their side investigating the magic surrounding it, while Essek starts looking at the runes.
“Why didn’t they just ambush us?” Fjord asks, looking around the room. “If they had been able to surprise us, they could’ve just killed us all.”
“This has to be a trap,” Beau says. “I mean, they’ve been down here before, they should know what rooms are dangerous.”
“It doesn’t look like a trap,” Jester says. “I mean, there’s nothing hurting us, and magic still works.” She flashes thaumaturgy altering her eyes for a few uses.
“Oh,” Essek says, staring at the runes. “This is bad.”
“What is it?” Caduceus asks.
“I think a magical effect has been activated,” Essek says, looking over the runes. “The door won’t reopen until it’s completed-“ he stills, hand hovering over a specific set of glyphs.
Caleb looks over at them for a few moments before biting back a “Scheisse.” He pulls away to the center of the room. “I need to set up the dome.”
“What? Why?” Jester asks. “Are we going to have to take a long rest?”
“We can’t waste eight hours while the Tomb Takers get deeper into the ruins,” Fjord says.
“It. Ah. It’s an enchantment,” Essek stutters out, face growing pink. “It won’t last for too long but it raises libido-”
“It’s a fuck spell,” Veth summarizes. “They trapped us in a room with a fuck spell.”
“And the dome’ll keep us from freezing our junk off,” Beau finishes. “How long do we have until it kicks in?”
The first wave of it hits them, as if summoned by Beau’s question. A sick, cloying heat, leaving skin hidden under winter clothes sweaty and sensitive, thrumming with energy that makes concentrating on anything difficult.
“Not long, then,” Fjord notes. “Caleb, are you going to be able to - concentrate long enough to get the dome up?”
“I will be fine,” Caleb assures him. “It is not the first time I have had to-” He trails off, not looking up at the rest of them, just continuing to cast the ritual.
“Would Greater Restoration work?” Yasha asks, having paused in her attempts to pry the door open. Her voice is soft.
“We don’t have the spell slots to get everyone,” Caduceus says.
“Assuming it would work as planned, considering the effects of Aeor on magic,” Essek adds.
“We just. Deal with this as quickly as we can, and then never speak of it again,” Veth says.
Yasha picks up her sword, and goes back to trying to pry the doors open, and after a moment of awkward silence, Beau moves to join her.
“It’s going to be okay,” she mutters, trying to get a grip on the door seal as well. “At least it’s not trying to kill us.”
Yasha frowns. “I don’t like things messing with my mind,” she replies, softly. “I don’t want to hurt any of you.”
“I know,” Beau tells her. “But you’re not going to hurt us. You’re not going to hurt me. And it's - at least it isn’t the first time?”
The strain of muscles against the unmoving door works as a slight distraction from the building heat, at least, but every time they even slightly brush against the other, trying to pry it open, everything feels as if it gets a hundred times more intense.
“I’ve never done this before,” Jester says, curling up against a wall. “I don’t want my first time to be - to be this.” She hugs her knees, and can’t help - shaking a little.
“This isn’t your first time,” Veth says. “That has to be - sweet, and- romantic, and - none of this - none of this counts.”
She places a hand on Jester’s arm, and, with the first break in composure, Jester pulls her into a kiss. It’s desperate, sloppy, more on her cheek and neck than her lips, but it presses the two of them together in a way that feels like it should lessen the burning yet only makes it more intense.
It’s five minutes in, to the dome being cast, and they’re all falling apart. The attempt to open the door has been abandoned in favor of Beau and Yasha pawing at each other through their clothes, Beau pressing her up against the wall with kisses to any bit of exposed skin.
Veth straddles Jester where she now lies on the ground, wrists being held by Jester’s hands, pulling her down for more kisses even as she starts to rock against her chest.
Fjord has a hand over his crotch, eyes flickering, half-watching the pair of them as everything starts to fall apart. Essek is sitting in a corner, as far away from the rest of them as he can manage, his movements hidden beneath his cloak eyes pressed tightly shut. Caleb still sits with his books laid out before him, skin more flushed than it should be, in the cold air, but otherwise continuing to recite the spell in mostly even words.
When the spell is done, he collapses onto the ground in the center, and just lies there, staring up at the ceiling.
Beau and Yasha stumble into the dome, and it takes no time at all for clothing to start to be pushed to the side, Yasha’s tunic pulled up to reveal her chest, Beau’s belt untied and pants slipped down, both of them just out of it to the world, hands caressing breasts and holding firm against hips.
Fjord regains enough of his composure to half stand. “Essek - dome-” he calls out, before grabbing the Jester-Veth tangle from where they’re still lying on the floor. He scoops Jester up in his arms, Veth still on top of her, and carries them both back towards the dome, Jester pulling him down into a kiss, Veth’s mouth on his now exposed throat.
They collapse inside the dome, Jester pushing Fjord down against his back and slipping forward, to sit on his face, while Veth shifts away and tugs down his pants. Fjord’s hands are on Jester’s hips as she pulls her tights away and presses herself into his mouth.
Essek stumbles into the dome a few moments later, sitting down at the edge. Caleb pushes himself up and crawls over to where he sits. “You need help,” he says, voice steadier than it has any right to be.
“I don’t - I don’t deserve-” Essek stutters out the words, doing his best to pull away.
“You are not what is dirtying things, here,” Caleb mutters back. “I can help you.”
Essek leans forward at that, hands grasping at Caleb’s shoulders and forehead pressing into the crook of his neck. Caleb pulls his cloak and tunic aside, hand reaching to grasp the drow’s already hard cock, starting to work it as Essek pressed tighter against him.
Beau’s mouth was pressed between Yasha’s legs, now, hands gripping her hips in place. Yasha arched against the stone floor, hips thrusting upwards against the contact, growing more forceful as the time passed.
One of Beau’s hands moved from her hips to rub against Yasha’s clit, and gets hands on her head and fingers in her hair pulling her even closer for the effort. With a break of rhythm and a shudder, she’s pretty sure Yasha comes, but there’s no relenting, in her hold, in the heat, in the honey-sweet cloudy presence that’s blocking out most of her mind, so Beau continues.
Jester’s pressed against Fjord’s face, and her legs are tremblingly weak, only Fjord’s hands keeping her from falling off. Everything is overwhelming, and she’s shaking as Fjord’s tongue presses into her, trembling with each licking thrust.
Veth’s rutting against his leg, as she mouths against Fjord’s dick, hands wrapped around the sides. She takes more of him into her mouth, slowly, working her way up with an aching jaw to swallow him. Still gripping onto Jester tightly, holding her against his mouth, he starts to buck up, legs pushing up and giving more resistance to Veth, and cock shoving deeper into her mouth.
There’s a sticky mess on Fjord’s legs and mouth when he comes, spilling into Veth’s mouth and across her face and dripping down onto the floor. She pulls off his dick, which has barely lessened in how hard it is, and continues to grind against Fjord.
Essek comes shudderingly into Caleb’s hands, still clinging against him. He pulls away, lifting Caleb’s hand up to lick it clean, and at either the sight or sensation, Caleb’s attempts to hold onto his composure falter.
He’s pushed down onto the floor, as Essek frees his cock, pressing his mouth to it as fingers move to breach and spread him, his other hand wrapped around himself.
Fjord flips Jester over, pressing her into the floor with force, pinning her hands to the ground. Veth, knocked to the side by the sudden movement, takes only a few moments to climb over to Caleb and press herself against his mouth.
Jester keens, as Fjord presses into her, slow at first but taking little time to ramp up the speed. He presses his mouth against her neck, biting down and rocking into her, harder and faster and frenzied.
Yasha does more or less the same, slamming Beau against the ground with a measure of force that causes her to wince, even through the cloying sensation of the enchantment. Her hands are on Beau’s chest, half pinning her down, half caressing her breasts, and she rocks against her, legs interlocked, slowly increasing the speed and the friction between them.
Beau is still for only a few moments before she mirrors the movement as well, rocking up against Yasha and pressing her mouth to her shoulder, her neck, her breasts.
Caleb isn’t doing much in the way of movement, to support Veth as she presses down into his mouth, lying against the ground eyes staring upwards somewhat blankly. Essek has switched tactics, hand around Caleb’s dick as his tongue pushes into his entrance, raising his hips to get a better angle for his ministrations.
When Essek starts fucking him, it starts slow, hands gripping onto Caleb’s thighs to hold him at the right angle. Veth shifts back, off Caleb’s mouth, and slowly starts to mount herself onto Caleb’s dick, sinking a little slower near in time with Essek’s thrusting.
Although it takes a moment for them both to find their balance, for Veth to adjust to the size, they both pick up their paces, Veth riding him proper, movin up and down, and Essek putting more speed and force as he pushes in and out of Caleb.
Fjord slows, thrusting becoming more laborious, as he pulls off from Jester, and then out, pressing aside and spilling out onto the stone floor, hand wrapped tightly around himself and pushing out all that will come.
Jester lies still for a few moments, shaking and breathing heavily, before a hand starts to drag her a bit closer. Beau turns over, and presses a kiss against Jester’s clit, before taking her into her mouth fully.
Yasha spends a few moments with the new position, still rocking against Beau, before pulling closer to both of them to readjust, sandwiching Beau between her and Jester. Beau rocks furtively between them, hands seeking out to make whatever effect they can find, and Beau gasps and whines against Jester’s skin, mouth hanging slackly open..
Caleb’s hands finally move to Veth’s hips, and as she pushes up, he helps pull her off, coming against his own chest moments later, as she stumbles shakingly to the floor at one side. Fjord pulls her close almost immediately, and starts fucking into her, still open and gaping but not enough it doesn’t cause an even greater stretch as he does.
Essek takes his cue and shifts position, pulling Caleb up to near sit on him and fucking him harder until, after a long several moments, he comes as well, collapsing down against the stone floor as the enchantment finally starts to lessen.
Yasha relents first, forceful movements stilling into just a grip on Beau, who continues to rock and press against both her and Jester for a while longer, until eventually she too collapses in a heap.
The last still moving are Fjord and Veth, Veth pressed against the ground, limp and shuddering, Fjord holding on to her back and pushing in with more and more pressure. Caleb, pulled off of Essek, has a hand around himself, pushing to completion as they move and spilling against his hand.
Fjord pulls out, and Veth collapses near boneless onto the floor, and he comes, mostly on his chestplate, lying back against the sticky ground and staring up at the ceiling, magical runes glowing brightly all around them through the translucent sheen of the dome.
The door opens, just as smoothly as it had closed, and, through the measure of exhaustion, they all turn to stare at it.
“It has been twenty three minutes,” Caleb says. “They should not have gotten too far ahead, if we move quickly.” His eyes are somewhat distant, staring into the middle distance, but he’s still moving, still speaking.
“I don’t know if I can walk,” Veth points out, still lying on the floor as the others start to gather their clothing as best they can, Essek casting prestidigitation on the obvious messes before hurriedly making his way out of the dome.
“Is anyone hurt more than a prayer of healing as we move?” Caduceus asks, looking over at Veth and Beau, starting to prepare the spell.
“I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all,” Beau says, trying to hide the slight flinch as she stood up as well, retying her belt. Yasha looks away from her, mouth a tense frown. “Jester?”
“I’ll be fine,” she says, quiet enough it's almost hard to hear her, even as close as they all are within the dome. “We need to stop them.”
“Veth,” Fjord says, reaching out, “do you need-”
“Don’t touch me,” Veth hisses a bit too quickly. A tense moment of silence fills the air. “I’m fine.” She grabbed her tights and started to pull them on. “There’s nothing to talk about, we just need to find these fuckers and kill them.”
Essek floats by the open door, cloak back in place, looking as if nothing has happened with prestidigitation putting even his hair back into place. He pointedly avoids making eye contact with the rest of the Nein. “There is no sign of the tomb takers,” he reports, looking down the long halls. “The passage seems clear, ahead.”
“This never happened,” Jester says, straightening out her dress.
“Never happened,” Fjord echoes after her.
The rest of the Nein are silent, as the dome drops around them, and they make their way further into the frigid depths of Aeor.
Re: Fill: Fucking Aeor (Polynein, E, sex-pollen, heavy dubcon)
Date: 2021-03-25 01:16 am (UTC)