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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: 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:
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Percy/Vex'ahlia, if my pet doesn't like you you're out
Date: 2016-05-19 04:40 am (UTC)Vex/Vax, 5 Times Fic
Date: 2016-05-19 06:14 am (UTC)Vax/the Briarwoods, potential bloodplay, dubcon
Date: 2016-05-29 08:25 pm (UTC)[FILL] serve you well
Date: 2016-06-09 02:35 am (UTC)So: "Anything you want," Vax says, and means it with all the fervency of someone with nothing left to barter. "Whatever you want," he adds, and means that as well, and knows it. For nobles, they're very attractive; Lord Briarwood carries himself lightly, but with gravitas, and Lady Briarwood is very poised. She has about her a certain air of determination, of the willingness to do whatever it takes to achieve her ends, and she stands up very straight and looks very amused.
In the darkness, Vax realizes that he has lost track of Lord Briarwood, and becomes suddenly aware of himself and his disadvantages. Slouched posture, poor footing, and of course Lady Briarwood is still holding him in place: he meets her eyes, and she shakes her head. "Don't bother," she says. "And, please, do call me Delilah. You are a guest, after all." There is a very quiet sound — like the shift of floorboards, and the drag of heavy cloth — but Vax can't quite place it until he thinks: somebody is behind him. After that, it's all too easy. The hem of a traveling cloak, and the tread of someone who moves with a preternatural grace; Lord Briarwood doesn't so much as lay a hand on Vax, and does not, in fact, touch him at all.
It isn't necessary. Vax goes absolutely still, and doesn't even have to think about it: he simply freezes instinctively, as if he'll be able to fade into the shadows if he just doesn't move. The reflex is one acquired over long years, and a habit of which he's never been inclined to break himself. Between rooftops and cobbled alleys and everything in between, at the footsteps of a guard or an unexpected movement or a shout in the distance, stillness has saved Vax's life more often than not. Faintly, as if even the thought might give him away, Vax thinks that he isn't even trying to steal anything this time. He'll be happy if he only gets himself out of the deal.
"Oh, you needn't worry about that," Lady Briarwood — Delilah — says, and steps forward. For a moment, Vax isn't sure whether she is referring to him as the subject or the object of the sentence, and catches his breath just in case. "Both of you," she adds, and he exhales. Behind him, Lord Briarwood leans forward and, very precisely, lays his hand on Vax's throat over the pulse there. If Vax was not already holding himself so still, the touch would be more than enough to freeze him on its own; Lord Briarwood is very solid, and very certain, of himself and of his grip and of the fact that Vax won't fight. Delilah frowns. "Sylas?"
Very slowly, he removes his hand from Vax's throat, and leaves him unmoored once again. "I can wait," he says, as if it costs him an effort.
"Thank you," Delilah says, and steps closer, smoothing her hands down Vax's shoulders and then back up to the clasp of his cloak. She toys with it for a moment, fingers almost translucent next to the dark iron, and then slips it open with a deftness bordering on sleight of hand. "That's better," she says, voice still soft, and Sylas lifts Vax's cloak from his shoulders and lays it aside. If not for the hold that Delilah still maintains, Vax would shift, and recenter himself; as it is, he is left off-balance, curiously light and unable to shake the feeling that he is more vulnerable now. He is much more aware, certainly, of the way that Sylas has flanked him, and is staying just out of sight.
Vax stands like that — braced for a blow; or, worse, a gentle touch — for a long minute, and then there are hands on his shoulders, gathering his hair and pulling it back. "Oh, if you must," Delilah sighs, and steps back. "Perhaps he'll be more tractable afterwards." She hums under her breath, and leans against the table, and crosses her arms. "Try not to make a mess, darling."
Vax flinches at that — darling — because that's Vex's word, it's hers; it doesn't belong here, and neither does she. When Vex says darling, she does it as easy as winking. Delilah says it to Sylas, and it sounds like nothing at all, and because of that Vax can't help but hear it as a declaration of war. To be that casual, that cursory with affections, Vax thinks that they must run deep, and he can't help but think of the undertow. Try not to make a mess: beyond that he doesn't think much of it, because he is doing his best to not think at all.
He goes easily and wholly when Sylas tugs him backwards, as a result, pulled entirely off-balance, and staggers. In that moment of uncertainty, falling out of Delilah's hold, Sylas pulls him upright, and Vax thinks: oh.
The pain takes a moment to register, because it feels so wrong. Vax has taken bad falls, and been sliced open with everything from his own daggers to broken glass, and suffered more kinds of magical damage than he cares to think about. Whatever Sylas is doing is worse, because it's new — as if Vax is being drawn thin, and pulled to nothing — and he feels feverish and cold at once. He staggers again, and Sylas catches him as if he weighs nothing at all, and there is warmth at Vax's throat. He presses unsteady fingers to it where it has run down along his collarbone, seeping under the edge of his armor and soaking into fabric, and in the dim moonlight his hand comes away sticky and stained black. "You," Vax starts. "You—" and then he wrenches himself away as best he can, although his knees give out halfway through and he falls.
"Be careful," Sylas says, and wipes at his mouth, smearing dark across the back of his hand and down along his wrist. "It would be a shame if you hurt yourself."
Sylas' voice is cultured, and his pronunciation refined; Vax recognizes the intonation and the structure of it from his time in Syngorn, and the little he and Vax had picked up from diplomacy before they had opted for a variety of their own. Where Vax has done his best to adulterate it, muddying the tonalities and drawing out the consonants, Sylas and Delilah speak as if it has never occurred to them to do anything else.
Looking up at Sylas in the moonlight, even as his vision blurs in and out of focus, Vax thinks that there's something of the noble beast to him, some strange decorum to his monstrousness. "Come here," Delilah says, and helps him to his feet, and then helps him to the bed. "Shall we? Much better," she adds, looking over her shoulder at Sylas, and he inclines her head. "Certainly more biddable, and it suits him so well." She fits her fingertips into the prints smeared onto his skin, and traces back up along his throat to where he still aches, the deep soreness of a bad bruise, and worries at it until the pain is sharp and new again. Her fingertips come away shining, and Delilah considers them for a moment before tilting her head. "Here," she says, holding her hand out flat as she might to a spooked animal, and waits until Vax, confused, leans forward. She nods in approval, and tips his head up with her other hand until he understands, and lets her press at the corner of his mouth.
With her free hand, she works at the buckles of his armor, and lays him bare a piece at a time. Vax drowns in the taste of his own blood, thick and salt and base, and somehow better for it; he's no stranger to a mouthful of blood, but there's something profane about the taste of it on her fingers. By the time he gasps his way clear, she has him stripped to his tunic, and Sylas is standing at her back. "Shall we?"
"I think so," Delilah says, and steps aside. Vax thinks about the way that Sylas had held him in place, effortless, and the weight of his hands, and the speed and surety with which he had moved. The same instinct that had frozen him in place makes him want to lean back and bare his throat, now; instead, Vax leans forward, because he's never been able to resist a challenge.
Sylas doesn't take him up on it immediately. Instead, he turns to Delilah, and lays a hand on her cheek; Vax thinks, again, about declarations of war, and wants to look away. Instead, he watches as they kiss: the smooth curve of Delilah's back, and the way that Sylas sways forward; the faint marks that she leaves on his throat where she holds him, and the way that her mouth is smeared dark as well when they finally break apart. Silas unfastens her dress, loosening the laces that keep it tied from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, and even in the moonlight Vax can see the faint scars across her throat and shoulders. He presses his fingers to the side of his own neck, and doesn't realize that he's doing it until he realizes that Sylas is watching him.
Vax pulls his hand away, then, but Sylas catches him by the wrist before he can do anything more, and bends to lick the blood from Vax's fingers. "If you don't mind," he says, and turns away to push Delilah's dress from her shoulders, following the line of her shoulders to settle his hands on her hips. He rests his chin on her shoulder, and turns his face into her throat. "Your turn."
"Are you quite sure you're done?" Delilah turns halfway to lay her hand on his cheek. "I'm sure he isn't."
"He can wait," Sylas rumbles, and Delilah half-smiles. It makes her look unbearably fond. "I can't, and neither should you."
Delilah turns. "All right," she says, and steps backward, leading him by touch. She sits at the very edge of the bed, and stops Sylas with a hand on his chest. "You," she says to Vax. Her voice is — lilting, perhaps, that same light touch that makes it — so difficult to refuse. Another sort of hold, perhaps: "Your turn," she repeats, and Vax pushes himself to his feet unsteadily. He stands behind Sylas and takes his traveling cloak, yards of fine embroidered cloth, and undresses him with care. When he has nothing left to take, Vax stands still, and watches as Delilah pulls Sylas down to meet her; he snaps at her throat, playfully, and she swats at his shoulder.
Neither of them do anything as indecorous as laughing, but Vax hears it anyway. In the way that Delilah's hair comes loose across her shoulders, pins scattered on the sheets; in the way that Sylas is unafraid to be — almost — feral, in that same half-playful manner; in the practiced way that they fit together, Vax can see it, and then Sylas turns to him. "Come here," he says, voice rough and low and still just as rich, and Vax does. He crawls onto the bed, ungainly with pain and awkwardness, and Delilah holds out her hand.
For a moment, Vax isn't sure whether to kiss it or take it, and then Sylas snarls with impatience and yanks him forwards anyway. He falls awkwardly, and half-sprawled across Delilah, and then she does laugh aloud. "Darling," she says, and it doesn't sound right when she says it to him, but it isn't as bad as when she says it to Sylas. "Aren't you appealing." She moves to capture him, sliding one leg up to hook around the back of his knee, and Vax tries to hold himself up and fails. "No, no," Delilah says, and tangles her hand in his hair, strokes over the nape of his neck and the sensitive spot at the hinge of his jaw and just behind his ear. "Darling?"
"Of course," Sylas says, and slides one hand down Vax's side; he follows the curve of Vax's hip, and Vax gasps and jerks forward. "There," Sylas says, taking him in hand, and he has calluses — calluses, and big strong hands, and Vax can smell the blood on him still — and Vax feels lightheaded with neediness. He tries to hide his face, turning away and looking down, and Delilah catches him by the chin and makes him look.
"All right," she says, and Vax nods, even as he struggles to catch his breath. Sylas presses with his thumb on the upstroke and Vax loses his focus again, vision going briefly dark. "Don't break him," Delilah adds, and Vax realizes that she isn't talking to him, but rather to Sylas, over his shoulder. "He's far too fine for that." She tugs Vax forward, hands on his hips, and Sylas guides him until he's pressed flush, skin to skin and fever-hot with the effort of keeping still.
Vax has always loved heights: the clarity that distance brings, and the possibility of flight, and the long, swooping inevitability of the fall. He turns his face into Delilah's shoulder, among the pinprick scars, and feels as if he is just losing his balance, caught in that first awful endless moment of weightlessness. She sets the pace — like gravity, irresistible and bound to be deadly — and Sylas holds Vax, right on that edge, slows him down and never lets him forget how close he is to falling.
Very close, as it turns out: Vax loses his grasp on sense, soon enough, and can no longer tell if he's afraid or transfixed; he gasps into the side of Delilah's throat, open-mouthed. She strokes his back, and murmurs something into his hair. It might be another casting, or it might just be the sort of endearments that Vax finds even harder to shake, in the right tone of voice, with the right tenderness. Either way, he feels as if she has closed her hand around his heart, through his ribs, and won't let up until he breaks; he closes his eyes, and she lets him, and comes with a sob.
Hands on his hips, and his shoulders, and in his hair: anything they want, he had said, and hadn't thought about himself as anything but impersonal barter. Vax doesn't have an easy time with impersonal; he never has. He enjoys giving himself away, because in the end he always manages to slip free, and steal himself back.
Now, though, Sylas catches him before he slumps, and pulls him upright. "My turn," he says, and bends to Vax's throat, where the blood has clotted unevenly. This time he breaks the skin a bare half-inch off, so that it aches just as badly, but stings with newness. Delilah sits up, her eyes bright even in the moonlight, and leans in to watch, and there it is: nothing to do now but wait, as the darkness rushes in, and fall.
A while later — it could be an hour, or it could be longer; the moonlight seems brighter now — Vax pushes himself up to his elbow. The covers fall away, and he presses idly at the marks bitten into his chest. There are a lot of them; the sheets are stained dark. "If that's all," he says. The words feel slow and heavy, and difficult to get out. "Will there be anything else?"
"Oh, darling," Delilah says, and it doesn't sound quite so wrong anymore. "You don't think we're going to let you get away, do you?" Sylas laughs, drowsily, and turns to watch. "No," she says, "we're keeping you, I think," and she doesn't have to hold him this time, either. Vax doesn't stand, and doesn't go; instead, he holds himself very still, and means it.
Re: [FILL] serve you well
Date: 2016-06-09 05:07 am (UTC)Re: [FILL] serve you well
Date: 2016-06-10 05:07 am (UTC)Re: Pike+Vax, PG, Spoilers for 44
Date: 2016-06-15 05:46 pm (UTC)Re: Keyleth/Vex; Sex Pollen
Date: 2016-07-18 02:08 am (UTC)Re: Keyleth/Vex; Sex Pollen
Date: 2016-07-19 06:25 am (UTC)Re: Pike/Kima, A temple isn't just for praying
Date: 2016-09-21 12:10 am (UTC)Pike didn't often wear her armor in Vasselheim, at least not around her own temple, Sarenrae's temple. She didn't need the gauntlet's of ogre strength in a temple of healing in a city of gods. She tended to feel naked without wearing her maille though, not vulnerable, but alone. Her maille was from her days with Vox Machina. It spoke to her of deep friendship and family not made from blood.
Without it, she felt singular.
It wasn't that there weren't people who cared about her in Vasselheim. Sarenrae was growing in popularity as of late, now that she had been revealed as one of the old gods, they felt like it was more acceptable to worship her than before, and so many people needed healing, but Sarenrae's worshipers were not Pike's friends. Pike was their leader, a stalwart religious pillar, Sarenrae's avenging Angel.
It was dinner time in Vasselheim, so the temple was empty, and Pike found herself the solitary soul in the rebuilt temple. Physically alone, the way she rarely was these days, surrounded by people who wanted to touch the divine. Being alone wasn't peaceful, it worried like a hole in her heart. Pike wondered if she needed a little healing herself.
She wandered towards the front of the temple, where the statue of Sarenrae stood, a serene beacon of hope. She let her steps echo the space. There was no need to try and be stealthy here. Not that it would have worked.
Everything sounded so hollow.
She kneeled before the statue, head bowed, one hand on her amulet, the other hand splayed on the ground before her. The tiniest of supplicants.
"Sarenrae." She breathed. "Sarenrae, you have given me so much. So it feels wrong to ask for one thing more. But I do not feel myself in this place. It is a solitary road being the leader of a revival and I am not a solitary being. I miss my friends. I miss having people around me who aren't surprised when I drink them under the table. I miss playing games with Grog. Please, Sarenrae, I don't want to be alone anymore."
Pike waited. She felt nothing. No divine warmth. No light. No sign that Sarenrae heard her or thought her request important. Perhaps being solitary was her designated cross to bare.
Pike was shaken out of her reverie by the temple doors slamming open.
She was on her feet in an instant, being inside Vasselheim for a few months had not dulled her adventuring instincts.
"Didn't disrupt, did I?" The small figure in the doorway asked gruffly. Pike thought she recognized the voice, but it was hard to see with the glare of the sun behind her.
"No." Pike took a deep breath. "I had just finished up." She brushed non-existent dust off her knees.
"Good." The figure stomped forward, plate armor clacking as they neared. Without the glare behind them, Pike recognized familiar brown skin, with a jagged scar, and wild hair.
Pike let out a shaky, relieved breath, hand back on her amulet. "It is good to see you." She could feel the sting that meant there were tears in her eyes.
"Well, there's no need for that is there?" Kima pulled a blue scarf out of somewhere and passed it to Pike. "I'm no use with tears, so stop it."
"I'm sorry." Pike sniffled. "I was just praying about how alone I felt with out any friends and now here you are. I'm just very happy."
Kima smiled. "Well, I guess then, I'm the answer to your prayers. I came to ask you to keep me from the horror of being alone with the others of my order for dinner. Want to join me for something less stoic?"
Pike laughed. "Of course."
Kima took Pike's hand. "Don't worry we'll have fun tonight." Then she kissed Pike on the cheek and led her out of the temple.
Re: Pike/Kima, A temple isn't just for praying
Date: 2016-09-21 01:06 am (UTC)Pike rolled her eyes fondly as the door of the temple clattered open. It had become part of routine for Kima to barge in around dinner time and drag Pike out with her. It was wonderful for Pike, but hell on the doors of temple. Kima could manage to be careful with people, but it took forethought that she couldn't bring herself to care about with things.
When no greeting came from her friend, Pike turned to see Kima standing in between the back pews, huffing, ax in hand.
Pike frowned. "Kima put the ax down." She sighed.
Kima growled.
Pike raised an eyebrow. "Kima you need to put the ax down." Something about her voice was different this time. There was a command in it, that there wasn't before. Kima released her grip and let the ax slam into the stone floor of the temple.
"Now, what's the matter?"
"They're saying I shouldn't be allowed on missions because I'm undisciplined."
Pike snorted. "They always say that, and you always go anyway."
"They've gotten my father involved." Kima growled.
Pike winced at that, thinking of what it would be like if Wilhand had the type of power over her that Kima's father had as Lord of Vasselheim, and how she would feel if he used that power to stop her doing what she loved.
On the other hand, while Kima was a skilled and disciplined fighter, she came off a completely different way in polite society.
"Maybe, if you behaved yourself, they'd leave you alone." Pike suggested, Kima started to growl something out and Pike cut her off. "You just brought an unsheathed weapon into a pace of healing."
Kima managed to look chastised.
"Okay, so I need to think before I do things, when I'm in the city, but stopping me from going on missions isn't going to help things!" She groused.
"You need training." Pike offered. "And a way to take the edge of, it's like there's always a fire burning in you."
"What? Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
Pike laughed. "No, I like your fire, Kima, but there might be other ways to put it to good work. Let's see how disciplined you can be. Come here."
Kima crossed the rest of the way to Pike.
"Take off your armor, you don't need it here." Kima looked shocked for a moment and then did what Pike said. Revealing strong forearms under her gauntlets, shapely calves that had been hidden by her greaves. As she took off each piece of armor, she could feel Pike's eyes on her, tracing the curves of her flesh.
At last, Kima stood, in just the shift and then breeches she wore under her armor.
Pike smiled. "Good. Now kneel."
"But the floor is stone!" Kima argued.
"Kneel." Pike repeated herself, and Kima did as she was told, sinking to the floor before Pike. Kima could feel the cold of the stone seep into her knees, but it was quickly warmed by Pike's praise. "Good."
But Pike wasn't done yet. "Now, apologize."
"For what?" Kima shouted. "I'm half-naked on the floor? What did I do?"
Pike gave her a look, and Kima sighed. "I'm sorry for bringing my weapon into Sarenrae's temple."
"Good girl." Pike smiled, and bent down to press a kiss to Kima's lips. As she pulled away Kima chased after those lips, full and plump, that had been pressed against hers, but she did not stand. "Good girl." Pike smiled again. "Did you know good girls, get rewarded."
Pike kneeled in front of Kima and skimmed her hand down Kima's side so gently that Kima wasn't sure that if she was feeling Pike's touch her shift shift in the aftermath of Pike's presence. She shivered. Pike was so close Kima could feel her warmth, but Pike wasn't touching her. Kima wanted to touch her, but she knew it wasn't what she supposed to do. Not, when Pike had praised her for not moving after the kiss.
"May I have another kiss?" Kima asked finally.
"Good girl." Pike brushed a hair out of Kima's face, before putting a hand on Kima's waist and pulling her in.
Kima had known that Pike was strong, but Kima was used to other people her size being strong for their size and strong like Kima, but Kima could feel the power in Pike's grasp as she pressed their bodies together, pressed their mouths together. The two of them hard muscle and soft curves, kneeling together in the temple, head's bowed together, wrapped up in something that felt more than temporal.
When Pike got her hands under Kima's shift, those hands firm and strong on Kima's abs, the wirey muscles of her back. Kima began to realize why this was one of the oldest forms of prayer, one of the oldest forms of sacrifice.
"Want to touch you." Kima gasped into Pike's mouth, as Pike's fingers traced over the sensitive bud of one of Kima's nipples. Pike's hands moved away from Kima so quickly they felt like a slap. "May I touch you?" Kima repeated, and was rewarded with a kiss to the nose, and Pike's hands going to the hem of her own shirt, lifting it off to reveal pale skin and the heaviness of Pike's breasts.
When Pike took one of Kima's hands and placed it on Pike's hip. Kima gasped at the vitality of life under Pike's skin, warm, and soft, and stronger than anyone ever gave the little gnome credit for. Kima let her hand slide around to Pike's back, travel up the curve of her spine, feel the soft hair at the base of her neck.
Pike, kissed Kima again then, and it was a rush like a battlecry.
Kima didn't mind the stone of the floor when Pike pulled them down. Prone like supplicants, used to begging for their pleasure.
And Kima did beg. She begged when Pike's hand slipped into her breeches. She begged panting into Pike's neck as her secrets were discovered. She begged until she keened her release into Pike's neck.
They lay on the floor, tangled up in each other for a time after. Pike curled around Kima, stroking her back and her hair. "I suppose we should get dinner." Pike suggested.
"Oh my god, yes." Kima groaned, her hunger hitting her in a rush.
"And you'll be good?" Pike asked.
"Do I still get to drink?" Kima replied, a little sluggishly.
"If you behave." Pike teased.
"Then, yeah, I'll be good." Kima replied and tried to hide her pleasure, at the kiss Pike pressed to her forehead as they stood.
Gilmore/Vax punishment
Date: 2016-09-21 04:00 am (UTC)Bonus points if you can work some caregiver/little in there without using the word daddy, also bonus points for spankings and choking on cock
Re: [FILL] serve you well
Date: 2016-09-28 12:55 am (UTC)This is fantastic and you should be proud. OMG. Just ... wow. I started blushing and I couldn't stop.
I'm gonna re-read it now.
Re: Gilmore/Vax punishment
Date: 2016-09-29 02:52 am (UTC)Re: Gilmore/Vax punishment
Date: 2016-10-04 09:48 am (UTC)Orthax/Percy, dark dreams
Date: 2016-10-10 07:58 am (UTC)So I'm up to episode 35. Percy's been having dreams for years, huh? Thinking they were just creepy dreams? Not realizing it was a demon in his head?
How about some sexual elements to those dreams? (Which, naturally, would make Percy less likely to discuss them with anyone. So it has like, a reason behind the porn.)
For example, smoke tendrils being used in interesting ways, breathplay, Percy waking up hard, Percy waking up sore, Percy waking up sticky, Percy waking up with weird scratches or bruises on his body, Percy waking up with sleep paralysis and starting to hallucinate ... there's a lot of ways to go with this.
Vax/Gilmore, daddy kink, ageplay
Date: 2016-10-14 01:31 pm (UTC)this has some surface similarities to another prompt above but at its core it's different enough i figured i would make my own request.
SO, UM. Vax has some serious daddy issues. Gilmore has noticed. he makes the careful suggestion that maybe Vax find out what it's like to have a good dad who dotes on him and looks after him- a role Gilmore is more than willing to play.
can be entirely nonsexual!! i'm mostly hoping for some fluffy sweetness where Gilmore lets Vax be little and spoils him with stuffed toys and snuggles. just some cuteness.
(ummm big time bonus for thumbsucking and diapers...i'll go back to my awful garbage hole now)
Re: Orthax/Percy, dark dreams
Date: 2016-10-14 01:34 pm (UTC)Re: Orthax/Percy, dark dreams
Date: 2016-10-15 08:22 am (UTC)Omg! : D
Honestly anything, really, I've been in so many fandoms over the years there is very little I won't be into at this point. Fuck him up, anon. Whatever you wanna do, go for it. I leave my morals at the door when it comes to certain characters and Percy is that type.Some specifics:
Kinks: breathplay (as in, mild strangulation via the smoke demon), edging, orgasm denial, making Percy beg, Percy crying, Percy starting to enjoy it and being horrified but still enjoying it, scratching, biting, mild bloodplay, Percy getting spitroasted by the smoke demon's tendrils/tentacles, Percy being immobilized by the demon's tendrils/tentacles.
Squicks: scat, watersports, Percy just being scared and not enjoying himself at any point during the proceedings, and I guess like intense graphic body horror? That's about it.
Re: Orthax/Percy, dark dreams
Date: 2016-10-16 02:09 am (UTC)Tarvis/Vax'ildan, Clasp era
Date: 2016-10-18 06:44 am (UTC)But Tarvis just gets me and I think he would have a really weird, interesting, hot dynamic with Vax.
Give me hate sex with Vax shoved into the wall, give me hollow, indifferent attempts at finding affection, give me surprisingly tender fucking, whatever sounds good to you, as long as it's complex and dark and smart and sad.
Re: Orthax/Percy, dark dreams
Date: 2016-10-19 07:08 am (UTC)... well, I have now! Thank you anon!
It's good but like, I could stand to read more. Much more. *prays to the god of kink memes*
Re: Vax/Gilmore, daddy kink, ageplay
Date: 2016-10-26 08:28 am (UTC)Ok I'm super busy right now but I have started writing this. I don't know when it'll be done, if someone else is inspired please do fill this, I'll finish mine eventually.
(Dude, relax, it's totally ok. Not my kink but I have a friend who writes a LOT of this, I have done research. You don't belong in a garbage hole. Not sure I can do all the bonuses but I will try my best.)
Re: Vax/Gilmore, daddy kink, ageplay
Date: 2016-10-26 01:58 pm (UTC)Grog/Vax, totally casual
Date: 2016-10-31 05:33 am (UTC)