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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

The 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: 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.

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The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.

Now go forth and prompt!

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That's something I bet she'd do.

Thank you so much for your kind words!

1. Thank you. I mean it is the wrongest thing in the world that while I was writing that I was thinking about his speech to Kaylie, but still.

2. HEADCANON JUSTIFIED.

3. It was hard not to overdo it with the twins, just because I've seen other prompts for V/P/V or some combination thereof. I had to keep reminding myself that this prompter might not be into the tvvincest.

4. SO MANY TOYS. The shit Percy would then think up after the session would be amazing.

5. Yep. Because there's no way in the world that Gilmore doesn't have a connection of some sort to someone who makes them if he doesn't make them himself.

6. You are so welcome, and thank you so much for this lovely long comment!

Raishan's plan to betray Thordak is found out and she's punished. Can be just one of the conclave or any combination of the conclave members. Can be dragon on dragon action or disguised Ashari Raishan. (I'd love for some humanoid/dragon action tho.)

Percy is very much in love with Vex. The problem is, he's also very much in love with Vax.

The twins have always been good at sharing, though.

personally would prefer no twincest here but i am in no position to kinkshame so you do you

Seconded with the power of a thousand blazing suns!!!

I also feel the need to pipe in...

Pike sharing pretty pleaaaase

Whitestone fashion leaves a lot to be desired, in Vex's opinion. She tells Percy she'll stop complaining about the tight bodices and corsets if he spends a day dressed like that too.

The results are. More interesting than they expected.

Hi, hi, sorry to butt in, actual real life waist trainer here! If a corset is made properly, broken in safely, and properly laced, it actually doesn't cause any pain or breathing issues! I'm laced down to 24" from a natural 28" and I've worn a corset, laced closed completely, all day at a convention with no problems! Wearing corsets SAFELY and PROPERLY can actually improve posture, increase lung capacity, and help with weight loss! I'm by no means saying don't prompt this, in fact I'm super jazzed whenever I see anyone take an interest in corsetry no matter the reason, but continuing to spread misinformation about what is not only a hobby but one of my special interests makes my heart do a sad face :(
I wish you luck on getting your prompt filled, and encourage you to research corsetry further! <3

i respect this new information, i don't know jack shit about corsetry, i just want someone to fuel my boner

DA

Much like Percy's getting fuelled by having Vex lace him into his corset?

I may take a swing at this.

Please

Gotta keep Whitestone in the family line after all

my poor little gay heart will love these two for the rest of my days no matter what

can be whatever you like, set whenever you like, so long as it's about these ladies caring about each other

((Buhhh, sorry for how long it took to get this installment out. I got stuck for like a week on a fucking transition even though I know EXACTLY how I want the story to go. WRITING! *fistshake* As usual I got carried away and have this story outlined and plotted up to ep 64ish, SO. We're going to be here for the long haul kids. I'll probs add an AO3 link in a bit, bc if I don't simultaneously post it might be months before it ever sees the light of AO3.

EDIT: AO3 link))

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“I feel...cruel,” Percy admits. “But in control. This is...controllable at the moment.”

He’s lying, but he isn’t. He is in control--but only just barely. And he’s not sure how long he can keep a hold on his already tenuous self-restraint, not when she’s this close.

Because he doesn’t just feel cruel. He feels like he wants to...to eat her alive.

And if it sounds horrifying, it’s because he feels horrifying. He’s no stranger to wanting Vex; he’s imagined having her in just about every way you can imagine, but he’s never felt this…unhinged before. His hands tremble with a desperate, almost violent urge to haul her up against him, to bury themselves in the dark fall of her hair. He wants to crush his mouth to hers and steal the breath from her lungs, strip her of her armor and clothes until she’s bare beneath him, wanting and writhing and his for the taking--

He wrenches his focus back into the moment before he can follow that train of thought to its inevitable conclusion, because she’s still here, still looking at him, her gaze piercing through him and he’s almost convinced she knows exactly what he’s imagining. The thought makes his blood run cold. It’s one thing for him to know it, but for her to look at him and see exactly the kind of monster he is...

“I’m fine, for now. I’ll let you know if--you’ll know if I’m not,” he continues, trying to keep his voice as level as possible. It quivers, despite his best efforts.

Her eyes narrow. “I will.” She fists the hand she’s been restraining him with into his lapel and drags him down until they’re eye-to-eye. “I do. Which is how I know you’re lying right now, Percival. So I’ll ask you one more time: are you all right?”

She ought not to have done that, Percy thinks distantly. If he thought she was too close before, she’s definitely too close right now. Her face is all that fills his vision: the dark wings of her brows drawn together in concern, her eyes fierce, cheeks flushed, and her lips so red and lush and tempting.

Percy wants.

Time seems to stretch and slow. Sound fades and a curious feeling steals over him, cresting over the rising tide of arousal. He doesn’t know how to describe it exactly. It feels like...like the instant before freefall, that swooping, trembling moment of uncertainty before it all crystallizes and there’s nothing left but the forward momentum, the point of no return.

She’s yours. Take it, Percival.

The world speeds back up. The wave crashes. The last flimsy thread of his self-control snaps and Percy surges forward, mouth crashing into hers. He dimly registers Vex’s squeak of surprise, the way she stiffens as he pushes one hand into the thick cloud of her hair, gripping the back of her head and tilting her face back as he presses his advantage. His other arm bands around her waist, pulling her into him, the hand she had fisted in his coat trapped between their bodies. She’s frozen in his arms, not yielding to his assault, but not resisting either.

He should stop. A part of him knows he should stop. She didn’t ask for this, the memories of grateful chaste pecks on the cheek aside. He is a thief, the worst kind of blackguard, and he can’t stop. Not now that he knows what it’s like to have her in his arms, her body pressed to his. Not now that he knows how the silken strands of her hair feel tangled in his fingers, the sensation rivaled only by the plushness of her lips against his own.

He really is a monster.

And then she comes to sudden blazing life in his embrace. She surges up to meet him with a muffled groan, mouth parting under his to kiss him back hungrily, the fingers of her free hand tunneling into the strands at the back of his head as if to keep him from pulling away. As if he would. He feels an answering groan rumble in his chest, and his hands--as if assured that she’ll stay right where she is and they no longer need to hold her in place--begin traveling ceaselessly over her, unable to settle, so greedy to memorize the feel of her.

Vex’s hands are busy as well, cupping his neck one moment, clutching at his shoulders the next, sliding over his chest, his back, fisting in his coat to drag him closer, closer. Sweet gods, there’s nothing else he wants more, but the difference in their heights makes it difficult. Vex is by no means a small woman, but he stands a good half foot taller than her and the angle at which he has to lean down to meet her, even on her tiptoes, is starting to get uncomfortable.

This won’t do.

He snags the backs of her thighs and lifts her without warning, turning to press her into the wall this time. She pulls away from his mouth to let out a gasp at the sudden change in position. He pins her there with his hips and chases her lips, unwilling to be parted from them for a second longer than necessary.

She welcomes his kiss with an approving purr, tightening her legs around him to lock him in place, arms crossing behind his neck.

This. This is what he’s wanted for so long. To be pressed so close to her he can feel her heartbeat thundering against his chest. To feel her clutching him tight with arms and legs like she can’t bear to be parted from him either.

The reality of this moment is so much better than all his fevered imaginings. The feel of her lips sliding warm and slick against his; the way she opens for him, letting their tongues tease and tangle. The smell of her, wild and woodsy, filling his nose. The sounds--dear god, the sounds--the urgent, needy little noises she makes going straight to his cock.

She breathes heat into him and Percy has never been so happy to burn. And for just a while, he forgets about the chronic chill that seems to have taken up permanent residence in his chest since they arrived in Whitestone--since before that if he’s honest.

He rocks against her, grinding his erection in the cradle between her thighs, savoring the hitching of her breathing, the noises it teases out of her and he--

”Something’s happening! Something’s happening in the sky!” Scanlan’s voice shrieks through their earrings and they startle back from each other. Panting, they stare at each other with wide eyes as the madness that had apparently taken them both evaporates and the reality of their situation comes crashing back into awareness.

They have a mansion to search. They have a rebellion to incite and the Briarwoods to face, just on the horizon. And Percy had...he’d--

Oh sweet Pelor, what has he done?

Percy all but drops Vex to the floor as he scrambles back, putting much needed distance between them and trying to set his clothing to rights with shaking hands as he does.

“I--Vex, forgive me, I...” He stutters and trails off. Vex is still partially slumped against the wall, face pale, staring at him with huge eyes and one hand pressed to her mouth in...shock? Disgust? Icy shame floods through him. He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out. What can he say? What can he possibly say to make this right?

Percy’s beginning to think they might spend the whole night staring at each other in wordless mortification when Keyleth’s voice comes over the earrings, urging them that it might be time to get going. He grabs onto her words like a lifeline.

“We should--” He gestures helplessly down the hall.

“Search the rooms, yes, I quite agree.” Vex’s words practically spill over each other, voice high and tight, as she straightens hastily, hands twitching nervously at her hair and her clothes. It doesn’t escape his notice how studiously she avoids meeting his eyes. A pang goes through him and he swallows it with bitter resignation. He deserves this pain and he well knows it.

He waits, fidgeting nervously, until she seems satisfied that she’s as put together as can be. By unspoken agreement, they set off together down the hall in silence, keeping a carefully measured distance between them.

Percy bites his lip and flexes his hands, willing himself not to dwell on the memory of the cool slide of her hair through his fingers or the heat of her mouth under his.

You’ve outdone yourself, de Rolo, he admonishes himself. You knew she was not for you, but you couldn’t help yourself, could you? Now she knows. Now she knows exactly what you are and you’ve ruined it all before it could even begin.

He thinks all these things and more as he and Vex work together in painfully polite silence. The litany of vicious recriminations is only interrupted when he spots Vex casting him a probing look from under her lashes in his peripheral vision while he’s rummaging through the drawers of a desk. A thought, knowing and darkly satisfied, eels its way up from the depths, insinuating itself over the latest stream of mental invectives.

But she kissed you back.

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Vex has her broom, Zahra has her Cloak of the Bat. They make it work.

+ bonus for fluff because episode 78 has made me Nervous

I'm a little late but this is so good! If it's no trouble do you think you could do one from Vex's point of view?

So I read this prompt on a writing prompts tumblr:
"you’re a serial killer who is unknowingly on a date with another serial killer. You go back to their place and things get… interesting."
And I just thought, my god, what a fantastic riprolo prompt. Too bad I'm absolute shit at writing.
But then I remembered this place exists! So I'm here making an impassioned plea. Please, please, I will love you so much.

As it turns out, every member of Vox Machina has a secret, sort of out-there kink that they most definitely don't want their friends to know anything about. What are they?

Can be silly or smutty, whatever you like! (Just no scat or non-con pls. Rape fantasies are okay, just no actual noncon pretty please.)

(kink suggestions include ageplay, weight gain, watersports, humiliation, lingerie...go wild)

Title says all. Percy is a bottom/sub in this, that's basically the only requirement. Any male character(s), any kinks*, and in any setting/AU you'd like. Any amount of fluff is fine, the more fluff the better though!

+bonus points for rimming
++more bonus points if the other character(s) involved is/are Kashaw, Grog, Gilmore, or Vax

*The only two kinks I'm NOT cool with are daddy dom and master/slave? They're just really squicky for me. Thank you so much in advance to anyone who might fill this, if anyone does!

will probably fill this with either Gilmore or Vax soon bc i love bottom Percy

DA not OP

I would sacrifice an old lady to see Gilmore/Percy. Be the rarepair trailblazer!

OP here, I second this notion! Percy/Gilmore, despite having very little canon "evidence" so to speak, is a great ship. Up to you which ship you choose though, AA. :3c

(wooo this is getting away from me a bit so i figured i ought to start posting now haha. slight virginity kink, in a roundabout sort of way, mostly Gilmore making Percy feel comfortable during his first time)

"I feel I should mention," Percy says with Gilmore's mouth on his neck, "I've never actually done this before."

Gilmore pauses where he's been sucking a lovebite onto Percy's skin, and pulls up, slowly, to look him in the eye. "Never with a man?"

"Er. Never at all, actually." He can't quite read the look Gilmore is giving him, so he continues, "I just thought it only fair to inform you, so you don't, ah, have high expectations of my, my-" He trails off. "If you want to stop..."

"I was about to ask you that." Gilmore presses his hand to Percy's cheek and looks at him with soft but serious eyes. "Do you want to stop, or slow down?"

"No. I-" He swallows, his mouth suddenly very dry. "I would very much like to continue."

Gilmore smiles gently at him. "All right. Thank you for telling me this is your first time. I admit I'd made some assumptions about your- experience."

Percy feels slightly embarrassed at that, though he knows it's silly. "Yes, my experience is actually, ah. None." His cheeks go red at the curious look Gilmore gives him. "Apologies."

"No, no, none of that. There's nothing to apologize for." Gilmore looks thoughtful, then smiles again. "Here. Why don't you tell me what you have done?"

Percy clears his throat awkwardly. "That's the issue, I'm afraid. When I say I've done nothing, I quite literally mean- nothing."

"Have you kissed anyone before?"

"Ah- a couple times. A girl my parents considered for betrothal. A young man, a guard in the castle."

"Show me how you kissed them."

Percy blinks, caught off guard. "I beg your pardon?"

Gilmore gives him a warm smile. "What was it like? Did you share fevered, passionate kisses behind closed doors? Were you sweet and gentle? Show me, Percival."

Percy feels as though his cheeks are burning, but he nods, and leans in to press a hesitant kiss against Gilmore's lips, much as his awkward, gangly teenaged self would have done. They had a much more wild, exciting kiss not ten minutes ago, but this one feels more- intimate. Percy feels a bit silly, despite that, but Gilmore matches his pace instead of overtaking it.

"You're a charming young man, aren't you," Gilmore says when Percy breaks the kiss but doesn't pull away. "Did you yearn for more? Did you think about your handsome guard doing this?"

Percy inhales sharply as Gilmore traces a hand over his cock, the feeling intense even through the layer of trousers. "Yes," he whispers.

Gilmore rubs him more firmly, stroking his palm across the length of Percy's clothed erection. "Gorgeous," he says, pressing a feather-light kiss to Percy's cheek. "Simply gorgeous, my dear."

"Gilmore- Shaun-"

In one white hot flash, Percy comes, and gods, if he'd thought his cheeks were burning before, he's simply on fire now. "Oh, hell," he mutters, averting his gaze from Gilmore. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean- tell me what you want me to do and I'll, I'll get you off, too-"

"Percival." Gilmore takes his chin in hand and looks at him. "We have all night, my dear boy."

YES i didn't know i needed this pairing until this very moment but it's so awesome! i am all about this innocent-percy dynamic, because it's percy who always wants people to think he has all the answers, and for once he has to admit he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing - it's beautiful. i will be eagerly awaiting more of this!!

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

Re: Raishan/Anyone

Re: See Me At My Worst, 11/11 (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Re: See Me At My Worst, 11/11 (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Raishan/Conclave; noncon

Vex/Percy/Vax, sharing a boyfriend

Re: Vex/Percy/Vax, sharing a boyfriend

Re: See Me At My Worst, 11/11 (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Percy/Vex, corsetry

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

Re: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

Re: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

Re: Corrupted!Percy/Anyone, cannibalism

Well hey if it's A-okay to prompt incest how about some Percy/Cassandra?

Vex/Zahra, fluffy smut, smutty fluff?

Demons, Desires, and Dark Sides (2/?)

Vex/Zahra, sex in the air

Re: Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Percy/Ripley, modern AU, evil!Percy

Vox Machina, weird kinks

Percy/Any male character(s), Percy bottoms.

Re: Percy/Any male character(s), Percy bottoms.

Re: Percy/Any male character(s), Percy bottoms.

Re: Percy/Any male character(s), Percy bottoms.

"do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (1/?)

Re: "do you wanna"- Percy/Gilmore (1/?)