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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:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
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: 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:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
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!
Vax/vecna. Murder sex
Date: 2017-10-04 01:45 pm (UTC)Non-con, murder, torture, and all that good stuff. I will literally read anything with vax vecna(vaxna?). Hell, I'd read mushy romantic fics of it if it was framed in a funny way.
Fill: I May Follow Her Voice To The River; Kash/Vesh; M
Date: 2017-10-04 09:56 pm (UTC)[ what an Excellent prompt, friend. CN: scars, dubcon, praise kink. ]
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"Kashaw."
Kash digs his elbow into Keyleth's side without opening his eyes. Does she never sleep?
Apparently not, because he's barely settled back against the tree trunk when he hears her whisper again, so closer to his ear he can feel her breath hot against his skin. "Kash. Answer a question for me?"
"Shut up." He hisses, bolting upright, ready to ... well, he hasn't thought that far ahead, and then he stops thinking at all at the sight of her. Curled up in a tiny ball reminiscent of Minxie, one hand tucked under her cheek, mouth slightly open and snoring in a way that he refuses to admit is adorable.
Cautious now, he looks around their makeshift camp. Z and Vex are perched several trees over, ostensibly keeping watch but he's not sure they have eyes for anything but each other, considering how closely their heads are bowed together, Vex's hands in Zahra's hair. Everyone else seems just as asleep as Keyleth, still and calm while the wind settles over them.
Almost eerily still.
Oh.
Took you long enough, husband. Her voice is in his head now, darkly amused, and he covers his ears uselessly anyway. Do you want me to take the druid girl so you could have her? You only need —
"No!" Kash snaps, loud enough that Keyleth stirs and makes a vague unhappy noise. He freezes, but she just rolls over, still lost to dreams. No, he thinks, you don't get her. You don't get any of them.
She laughs, seemingly unconcerned. Then follow me.
Years ago he might have fought, might have pulled at his hair and kicked the ground in fury at the order, follow me, as if he had any choice but to do so for every second she kept him alive, follow me as though she still held sway over this plane. Now, though, he just makes his way down to the ground as silently as he can, walks down to the lake like an offering, or at least a distraction: anything to keep Her away from Vox Machina — from Z's friends — from his sister and Keyleth and —
Your attention wanders.
"Yeah, well." The wind is wilder at the water's edge, the storm his wife always brings closer and closer to the surface. He's far enough around the bend of the lake he should be well hidden from Z and Vex. "End of the world, and all that."
I know, She says, and he doesn't want to think about why she sounds so silkily pleased with herself. You're learning new spells, now. Spells to deny me my due. Or perhaps to bring me back?
He hasn't cast Revivify in more than five years, and rather doubts it's a coincidence that's She's been much, much more talkative ever since then. "You don't get to talk about dues without mentioning your head start," he says, and pretends the shiver that wracks his whole body is only from the wind.
(The wind, too, is Hers.)
We're even, now. Kash knows her for a liar, knows the names and numbers of dead where he keeps them safe in the static whole of cold pink midsummer mornings before the storms of Her afternoons.
Knows that She counts far more than bodies in the calculations of Her cosmology as She rises. "My Lady."
Why should I allow you to keep your magic, when others know my name thanks your work? I could have any of them, if I wished.
"You like me best." It's not quite a certainty, not quite a hope, but the veil between Her plane and this is not so thin that this can be easy for Her.
And you don't extend the same courtesy to me. If an entity of gleefully malevolent evil could sound petulant, Kash thinks, that would be how he would describe her presence. Instead, he watches the barely-there waves lap at the shore, pulling mud and snow and the few plants still clinging to the soil down with much more force than before.
"So," he says, before the silence can stretch on. "You don't usually want to just talk during our little chats."
If he offers, if he offers this time, then maybe —
Smart boy, she croons, and then She's more than a voice, more than a presence, She's in him, in their scars and his mind and Kash feels like he's in freefall.
She slips under his skin so easy, always does, and the pain that rips through the scars they've both left on him never leaves new marks. She flows through him easier than air, easier than blood, like she knows the reason he's never found a new home is because he is to be Her home first of all.
She touches him everywhere, all at once, wind like hands on his throat, his heart, his hips, creeping between his legs. Kash can feel himself getting hard despite the cold as ghostly fingers slide teasingly along his cock. He wants his wife less than he wants most things in life, but She's trained him well.
And — he chokes on a moan — it has been so, so long.
Cold trails slip down his body like icy tentacles, curling around his thighs and pressing so hard he staggers, legs shifting further apart as the seam of his breeches digs into his erection. Her touch is so much more impersonal like this. So much worse.
Who's touching you? Kash bites his lip, closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see his body moving under Her touch.
"You," he says. Not a lie. Not the truth She wants.
The cold where She grips him turns, for a fleeting second, into pain, cuts sharper and less visible than the ones their knives made. Do better, husband. The pressure on his cock tightens.
"Someone who can't be seen."
The lake lashes out at him, a whiplike crack of water across his face, and he falls to his knees. I am everywhere. His cock twitches against his breeches, and he flushes and the rough slide of skin on fabric.
"My Lady."
There's too much at stake now, too many people close by who could be hurt. Kash can feel his resolve cracking, splitting apart just like his skin under his own teeth, his own fingernails, as he tries to hold back. Closer. He feels Her presence press against his ass, not breaching him, just resting between his cheeks as a threat or a promise or —
"A promise."
He hadn't meant to speak aloud, but as soon as the words leave his lips everything that She is is gone — and almost before he's fully noticed that She rushes back into him with such force that he falls to his hands and knees. Who did you make a promise to, Kashaw?
He can feel the tears turning to ice on his face as he murmurs, "Vesh. I — I promised my god."
And he feels too Her ecstasy, something exploding in his chest like he's been struck by one of Percival's bullets. The shock of it tears through him so deeply he topples fully to the ground, rolls to his back and when he brings his hands up to his chest and he's almost surprised when they touch just his shirt, and his unbroken skin.
It feels wrong, that She should be able to do this to him and leave no outward sign but the damp stain darkening his crotch. The blood the first time was easy, the words She drags from his throat after that harder every time.
That wasn't so hard, was it? She would sound breathless, if She needed air. Kash can feel her presence slowly seeping from the rest of his body, coalescing once more into Just the voice in his head. It does nothing for the sticky mess between his legs, and he shifts uncomfortably on the ground.
You worship so well, sweet boy. One would almost think you'd been practising on someone other than me.
Kash buries his face in the snow and tries to lead Her to any thoughts other than those of bright red hair, sparkling brown eyes, a long, crimson tail.
Nevermind, She huffs, and he feels the memory of her teeth scraping his cheek. Just remember, any of them could be mine as well. This is what you buy, with your sweet words.
Kash doesn't move, barely breathes. Slowly, too slowly, she leaves, in bits and pieces with too many parts left behind. The snow is even colder when she's gone.
Still on the ground, Kashaw waits for morning.
After the Fall of Vecna
Date: 2017-10-08 03:34 am (UTC)Please, someone, as sweet and tender or volcanic or whatever.
Taryon/Gilmore
Date: 2017-10-08 06:58 pm (UTC)(spoilers fpr 114????) kashaw, gangbang
Date: 2017-10-10 12:12 am (UTC)Kash: "[...] why? it's so pretty."
Keyleth: "How many penises have you seen?"
Kash: "Well... different story."
listen, let the cleric boy get fucked.
Anyone/Anyone, Aftercare or Hurt/Comfort-Whump
Date: 2017-10-10 03:58 am (UTC)I'd like there to be a sexual element to it...but if you just wanna write like a kima/allura cuddly sick fic I mean seriously I'm not picky.
This is my first time posting here alright bye now!
Re: Vex/Tary, A pleasure doing business with you.
Date: 2017-10-12 08:50 pm (UTC)Doubly so if he still calls her 'little elf girl'
Gilmore+Keyleth SPOILERS FOR 115
Date: 2017-10-13 06:57 am (UTC)Pike/Scanlan + Scanlan 2, post-finale
Date: 2017-10-14 05:19 am (UTC)Re: Gilmore+Keyleth SPOILERS FOR 115
Date: 2017-10-15 10:28 pm (UTC)Keyleth spends the first night back in Whitestone, and most of the next two days, curled up in the roots of the Sun Tree. The first morning, she wakes to find a basket set down next to her with food, blankets, and a note from Percy and Vex telling her where they'll be if she needs them, and that's the last non-tree contact she has until late on the second night, when she drapes herself in a blanket cloak and carries the now-empty basket up to the castle.
She's not expecting the first person she sees to be Gilmore, but it feels right somehow. He's on a bench in the castle courtyard with a sheet of paper in his hand. Keyleth guesses it's the letter Vax gave him back in Entropis, remembers him fumbling for it and shoving it against Gilmore's chest with one hand while the other still held his face, words tumbling out of him here, take this, I'm sorry we don't have more time but you need to get out of here, Shaun, I love you, I'm sorry, go. Gilmore's not reading the letter, just turning it over in his hands, unfolding and refolding it, running a thumb along the creases of the paper.
"Shaun, hi," Keyleth says when he looks up, her voice a little rusty. "I didn't realize you were still here."
"Cassandra prevailed on me to stay a bit longer," he says, tucking the letter into a pocket of his robes and standing. "She can be very persuasive. And I admit, being alone with my thoughts back in Emon isn't the most appealing idea."
Keyleth gives him a wan smile. "I'd recommend being alone with a tree as a good alternative, but I think that probably only works for druids."
"Alas," he says, reaching up to pluck a leaf out of her hair. Looking at her more closely, he asks, "How are you holding up, darling?"
Keyleth wants to play it off jokingly--oh, y'know, not too bad considering I lost the love of my life two days ago--but the words die in her throat and she can feel her expression crumple.
Gilmore says her name softly and opens his arms, and Keyleth goes with it, burying her face in his shoulder. He steers them toward the bench he was sitting on a moment ago, and she unwraps her blanket cloak enough to drape it over his shoulders as well.
"It feels so wrong that he's not here," Keyleth says through threatening tears--she thought she'd cried herself out back at the Sun Tree, at least for a little while, but apparently not. "We won. We did everything we were supposed to. And we still lost him."
"It isn't fair," Gilmore agrees, rubbing her back with one hand. "And that shouldn't be a surprise, but somehow it is." He leans his cheek against the top of her head, then whispers, "He loved you so much, Keyleth. Don't ever forget that."
Keyleth nods, hugging him around the waist. "He loved you, too," she replies. "I know sometimes it seemed like he was picking me over you, but...he wanted you to be safe. Always. And so much of the time, the safest place you could be was away from us."
"I know," he says, and gives a wry chuckle. "I thought I knew better than to go down that road again, but some lessons have to be learned more than once, apparently."
Keyleth lifts her head with a quizzical look, and Gilmore gives her a faint smile. "Ancient history, dear heart. I had my heart broken by an adventurer, told myself I'd been a fool to fall for someone I knew I couldn't ask to stay with me, and swore I'd never do it again. And then one day Vax walked into my shop and made a liar of me." He shakes his head with another smile. "I don't regret it."
Keyleth stretches up to kiss his cheek, then leans her head on his shoulder again. "You know," she says softly, "Vex wanted to make sure I knew she and I are still sisters. I don't know if there's a word for what you and I are to each other, but...whatever it is, we still are, right?"
"Of course." Gilmore puts a hand on the top of her head, pressing her closer. He falls silent for a few moments, then says, "I don't think I'll be staying here much longer. There's not a stone or a tree in this city that doesn't remind me of him, and that's...not what I need right now. But I'll never be so far you can't call if you need me."
"Neither will I," she promises. "Back to Emon, then?"
"Oh, Emon might be even worse," he says with an artificial lightness in his tone. "I've been thinking about Marquet, actually. I haven't made a proper visit back there in...well. Too long, I think. Maybe it's time for that."
"I know what you mean," Keyleth murmurs, thinking about Zephrah. Not exactly a place to go to get away from memories of Vax, but maybe she doesn't need to do that in the same way Gilmore does. And in any case, it'll be good to go home for a while.
She's abruptly very tired, every emotion she's been dealing with giving way to pure exhaustion. She nestles closer and pulls the blanket up around them again, closing her eyes. "But not yet, right?"
Gilmore settles his arms around her shoulders and drops a soft kiss on the crown of her head. "Not just yet."
Re: Gilmore+Keyleth SPOILERS FOR 115
Date: 2017-10-16 07:08 am (UTC)white as diamonds, Pike/Scanlan, mature/explicit, spoilers ep 115, goes non-canon after the tavern
Date: 2017-10-16 11:28 am (UTC)Grog's gone off to Whitestone's one reopened house of lady favors to keep drowning his sorrows in the one thing at present more intoxicating than ale. (Even he agrees that enough blood has been spilled.) Scanlan imagines Vex and Percy are probably together; maybe Keyleth's with them, maybe not.
This--fuck. Comfort should be a group thing tonight. They should've sent word out, brought everyone to the tavern, and stayed together until dawn.
Maybe with enough people present, they could have forgotten about the one who wasn't.
Instead Scanlan's lying on the bed in his quarters at Whitestone Castle, pillow damp but eyes dry now, thinking about getting up and shuttering the oil lantern so it's not so fucking bright. In all honesty, it's dim enough that he can barely see the foot of the bed, but his hangover's getting an early start.
He's on the verge of sleep--which is a charitable way of saying "about to pass out"--when there's a timid tap at the door. For a second he considers not answering it. But then Pike calls softly, "Scanlan?" and he's on his feet before he knows it.
Belatedly he realizes he's only wearing knee-length cotton breeches, what passes for sleepwear. That's all right, though; when he opens the door to Pike, she's garbed in a nightgown so big on her that it can only be Vex's--or, more likely considering where thy are, Cassandra's.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," she says, marching past him and clambering up onto the bed. (Grog sleeps on two pushed together; they haven't yet made provisions for the smaller party members, but the extra room suits Scanlan fine.)
"...all right?" Scanlan follows her, lying down an arm's length away from her.
"Do you have a headache?"
"Yes," Scanlan says, not nodding, because he does in fact have a rather nasty headache.
Pike casts Greater Restoration on him and the headache fades. He feels noticeably more awake and alert as well, and if he didn't have her here he'd make a start on getting drunk again.
But she's here, wriggling with annoyed discomfort against the quilt for some reason.
At last she plucks at her nightgown, bunching it up, and pulls it fluidly off over her head. "Can't stand sleeping in this garbage," she mumbles, folding it and leaning forward to deposit it at the end of the bed. Scanlan only catches her words because he's staring at her, speechless.
He's seen her naked before, of course. Even if she hadn't memorably done her streak-battling in this very castle, Vox Machina are tight; travelling in the wilderness means knowing how long Grog takes for his morning shit, let alone catching glimpses of the others bathing. But he hasn't seen her like this, by low lantern light, her hair so white against the darkness, her skin still (to his wondering eyes) shimmering with Sarenrae's blessing.
"Pike--"
She cuts him off with a kiss.
And they've kissed before, of course, hands and cheeks and even lip pecks, each one stored up in his memory. He's well aware of how often he's fucked up with Pike. Well aware. Too much, too soon, too sleazy, too obvious.
Her radiance burns all that away from him. Like a diamond she refracts and splinters all those moments away, until he is a blank slate, granted absolution. Conditional absolution. Her little hands draw his breeches off and Scanlan understands that this isn't about giving him what he's been seeking for so long.
But it's also not quite solely about Pike not wanting to be alone tonight.
With long kisses, soft touches that become greedy grasping, whimpers and gasps, Pike rewrites their story on his body with her desire.
When she finally sinks down on him, fitting him inside her with a low, satisfied moan at their joining, Scanlan literally sees God. For just a second Pike's eyes blaze with a perfect golden glow, and for that same second Scanlan feels the third eye on his forehead open, a purple glow looking right back at her.
Then Pike begins moving, and it's just the two of them in the lantern light.
It lasts a long time. Pike peaks more than once; Scanlan's hands work on her, helping her to coast along on that crest before falling into sensation. The third time he tries to tease her along she bats his hands away and rolls them so he's atop her, her ankles locking behind his knees. Even now Scanlan's mindful of what she wants, what she needs, until she glares fiercely up at him and says, "Scanlan, let go, please."
She's not referring to physically disengaging from how he's hanging onto her like he's a hundred feet in the air and she's an immovable rod, either.
Scanlan drops his forehead to the juncture of Pike's neck and shoulder, inhales the smell of soap (and under that the smell of war), and feels the tears begin to fall once more as he comes. Pike doesn't laugh, doesn't say anything, just holds him close, fingers digging into the skin of his back.
Eventually he slips out of her and Pike pushes him off, rolls to her side, and pulls him back against her, arranging him to her liking. She's the little spoon, but Scanlan nonetheless feels as though she's the one embracing him.
The night is cold, so cold, in Whitestone it seems to always be cold, but with the Everlight's blessed one in his bed, Scanlan knows he'll never be cold again.
Taryon/Lawrence - Thank Gods You're Alive!
Date: 2017-10-17 08:49 am (UTC)Give me beautiful, I-Missed-You-So-Much sex. Passionate can't keep their hands off of each other, kissing until it aches, desperate fucking.
+++ Tary topping or at least switching.
-- Do not want hurting, bathroom stuff
Gilmore/Vax + Percy
Date: 2017-10-18 05:20 am (UTC)Re: white as diamonds, Pike/Scanlan, mature/explicit, spoilers ep 115, goes non-canon after the tave
Date: 2017-10-18 08:31 pm (UTC)Keyleth/Grog, Rebound
Date: 2017-10-21 12:04 am (UTC)Note: Please no Dom!Grog or Asshole!Grog. If you must have power dynamics, Dom!Keyleth is preferable.
Pike/Scanlan/Grog - Finally
Date: 2017-10-24 09:53 pm (UTC)I'd love to see a mix of the three of them. Learning. Loving. Fucking.
Re: A New World Order, Delilah/Sylas, NC-17
Date: 2017-10-28 01:53 am (UTC)Kash/Vesh/Craven Edge
Date: 2017-10-29 01:00 am (UTC)Kash doesn't want another dark master, but Vesh is delighted to see the blade's soul struggle against this hunger and allows her beloved to struggle against it.
Bonus points if he ends up having to deal with more than just Zahra, who's been unable to get it away from Kash, and the party flips out.
Percy/anyone from VM, cage/dungeon kink
Date: 2017-10-29 08:40 am (UTC)Vex/Percy, Impregnation Kink
Date: 2017-10-31 05:46 am (UTC)As a bonus prompt: Vex is the champion of a fertility god. Her and Percy want a big family. Who's to say Pelor won't meddle just a little bit as thanks for her work? :p Basically he triggers a state where all Vex can focus on his having her husband fuck her until she's filled up, and hey, she was already thinking about this before but now she NEEDS his cock. Featuring enthusiastic consent from both Vex and Percy, of course.
Organized Lightning, Kima/Tofor, E
Date: 2017-11-04 03:08 am (UTC)Vax/Keyleth, watersports
Date: 2017-11-08 08:42 am (UTC)Pretty much anything tbh. Not really into drinking tho
Artagan/Vax; snuff
Date: 2017-12-06 12:29 am (UTC)Re: Artagan/Vax; snuff
Date: 2017-12-06 02:20 am (UTC)