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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...

  • 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 [personal profile] criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.

The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.


Now go forth and prompt!

FILL: Feuerstarter (Orcs/Caleb, E, non-con) 4/4

Date: 2019-03-12 04:19 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The last orc pulled out and Caleb coughed up a mixture of spit and bile which splattered across his face before dribbling down his cheeks. His back felt sore, seriously doubted he could take one more until another one was pushing in anyway, still slick and too warm with his own saliva. It felt impossibly huge, and it hurt and he couldn't take it anymore.

“Please,” he tried again, “Bitte, bitte, nicht mehr...” The pain was terrible, he couldn’t even see straight, eyes gazing blindly out at the blackness that now created the rest of his world.

The orc grunted, hips grinding against Caleb in short violent pulses. Each jarring thrust was too deep and—too much—and Caleb had to clench his jaw, fingers scraping across the floor under him as the orc crooned something he couldn’t make out over the rush of blood in his ears. Multicolored stars burst behind his eyes and each vicious thrust made them explode again, made him throb up to his lungs and drove a cracked noise of pain from his throat. The orc laughed, leaned over him to lick his neck and hummed as if tasting something delicious.

"Go on, then, mutt," he murmured to Caleb as he jostled them both steadily with long hard strokes that bludgeon a rising ache into him and knock a terrible succession of little high noises out of his gasping mouth. "Cry for me." Another thrust and the orc was completely embedded in him, pressing at all the wrong places and Caleb keened, cried out in a blend of agony and overwhelmed sensations.

When the orc finally came, Caleb had no voice left. He wailed soundlessly, bile splattering up onto his skin as his legs fold beneath him. He collapsed, tipped over onto the sheet and lied there for an immeasurable time, marked only by frenzied heartbeat and ragged breaths, feeling every last bit of his being evaporated.

The world shattered around him, peeling away in fractions, faces and sensations blurring together. He was drifting in a sea of noise and he had nowhere safe to go; no place he can go to ground and hide from this because it was all inside of him. He could still feel them. Inside. Moving. And he was—a doll, not a real person. Only an object to be turned and moved and hurt and used. He was a shell, battered hollow and stickily besmeared.

He moaned in a heart-in-throat reflect when a hand grabbed his head, forcing his unfocused eyes to look up, blinked at the dark black hole where their face should be. He was stuck behind the half-filled blackness of his eyelids and he could feel. Everything. Like it was happening all over again and why—

Shadows loomed over him. A voice was ringing, calling him—his name? But it was quickly fading away in the back of his mind. He was numb all over, aside from the constant shaking of his insides that felt more like scurrying insect legs scratching around in his belly. And then there were hands on his chest, his ribs, he could feel them, every finger burning into his skin and marking him like he was something and they were all over him and.

He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s—

He hummed to himself, sticking to the shadows easily. There were always a lot of shadows in his dreams.

----

Beau was the last one to leave the shed.

She waited until the last of them has left the door—Caleb, bundled in the cleanest cloths they could find, out like a light in Caduceus’ careful arms. Fjord limped on his good leg, flanking their left, his armor bloodied. He leaned on Jester, half folding her into his chest for a comfort hug. Nott, quiet and crying and seething, teeth bared for her own sake, trailing behind them all. Her small arms clutched Caleb’s coat and his books, leaving his component pouch for Beau to pick up.

She felt the back of Yasha’s hand brushed hers, bloody knuckles grazing against each other. Gently, as if afraid she might get hurt. As if she was the one who was hurt—

Sucking in a shaky breath, tasting blood and poison on her tongue, she finally turned away, throwing the torch on the dirty floor full of bile and spit and blood and the screams still echoed among the crackled walls. Wiping her nose, she watched as the fire spread, draping over the bodies, swallowed up the evidences of what had transpired in a violent blaze.


From: (Anonymous)
Not op-anon, but omg yes this was so good. Thanks for writing this writer!anon. It's precisely my brand of non-con, oof.
From: (Anonymous)
!!!!!! Thank you for writing my prompt! I love it and it's just the sort of thing that I was imagining. Caleb's terror is wonderfully written and I was so happy to see all of the MN come to the rescue at the end.

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