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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!
A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (2/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 11:19 am (UTC)Today, his current state is… mildly distressing. Beneath the soft shifting of his shirt’s weave, there are raised, pink scratches that trail over his chest. Percy had woken that morning and stared in shock at the elongated marks; he traced them fearfully (reverently) from his collar bones, over the bumps of his ribs, and down, down along the plane of his stomach. They stop at the top of his thighs.
They were tender, to the touch.
(A part of him thrilled at the sight, perhaps, these rosy lines standing out on his pale skin. He swears he can remember the dreamt moment of their creation—he can remember gazing down at his flushed body amidst balmy darkness, as the tips of long, slender claws bite against him, his heart beating hard in his chest, tongue darting out to wet parched lips—)
But no, no. Percy is not going to dwell on this now. Right now, Percy is going to prepare for upcoming trials, so that he might execute his long-laid plans, the only goal that matters. That’s how he’ll keep his head above all this dream business, he just needs to focus on what’s real.
And so Percy again locks himself away in his workshop, tinkering and forging and scraping and molding, deep into the hours of the night. It isn’t too surprising when he falls asleep at his desk with his work gloves still on.
A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (3/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 11:20 am (UTC)When he opens his eyes, Percy is in his own bed, face down as he shifts against the sheets. Strange, as he doesn’t remember making his way up to his quarters. And the room seems unnaturally dim. It’s as if there’s a fog obscuring the features of the furniture that he can see, a lack of contrast to the world around him.
And then he hears the low, growling whisper at his ear. “You deny me.”
Percy’s eyes go wide, his body rigid with shock. He jerks to move, and yet—he can’t. His limbs are frozen as something hot and dark presses at his back.
“You deny me in your words, and your mind,” the voice continues. It is entirely repulsive as a sound, gurgling and discordant and terribly, intimately close to his ear.
The presence lurches, gathering to depress Percy’s hips into the mattress. And—and there’s stickiness beneath his hips there. He feels the mess of it now, smearing against his thighs, his stomach, his cock.
“But,” Orthax rumbles, “oh, how you receive me with your body.”
At once, the world drops away from him. Percy can only perceive darkness around him, an endless void robbing him of any understanding of up and down or time or space. He can tell, though, that he is bare of cover in this void. And he is certainly not alone.
“Percival,” Orthax breathes. The hulking, pitch mass of the demon hovers before Percy, purplish eyes regarding his form.
Percy swallows and remains silent. He will not engage the demon, not now, not like this. If this is in his mind, then maybe he can will himself back to his present. Maybe he can just—
“I see,” the demon growls.
A tickle makes Percy look down. There around his ankle, a little tendril of smoke shivers and then solidifies to rest against his skin. Percy’s brow furrows. He parts his lips to wonder at it when another touch steals his attention—this time at his wrist. A tendril of smoke has snaked between his fingers and then stolen up his arm with a hiss, wrapping sinuously around it and tightening. As it grows longer, the appendage gains girth, and Percy feels a definite hint of nerves as the smoke solidly restricts his movement.
Orthax rasps, “I will show you the truth, Gunslinger,” and in just a few moments more coils of smoke have slid up around Percy’s arms and legs. They feel odd, supernatural: the smoky edges of the tendrils gust warm against his skin like a lover’s breath. Beneath that, though, it feels like the fumes consolidate into a ropey thickness. It’s so hot, it’s just shy of burning Percy. As the tendrils twist further up his thighs and biceps, the friction of them sears through Percy’s skin and sends shivers through his overwhelmed senses.
Percy grimaces as he meets Orthax’s gaze again. “Do your worst,” he says, fighting the tug of pleasure coming from each intense touch to his body.
A low snarl rumbles from Orthax. “You can beg better than that,” the infernal voice hisses, before the beak-like maw of the demon’s face opens up and billowing smoke rushes out.
Percy’s eyes widen, and a choking gurgle escapes him as the smoke now surges into his mouth. His tongue and throat struggle to maneuver around the mass wedging itself inside of him, and his lips stretch to an almost unbearable width. But, just as his eyes begin to water at the pushing force, the tendril eases to a stop. Percy is hyperaware of his heart hammering in the stillness, mind racing to figure out what will happen now, what he can do, as he’s absolutely helpless. And then, bewilderingly, the tendril retracts itself. Percy trembles at the relief of this unexpected reprieve. It takes some time to slide all the way back out, and by that point Percy has realized, with a sickening jolt, that he also felt some thrill of pleasure when the appendage gave a parting flick to his lips.
Before he has time to properly berate himself, the assault begins again. Percy is filled up quick, smoke stuffing itself down his throat, squeezing between his teeth. Percy can barely wheeze around it. A faint buzzing fills his head as the tendril stills, completely buried, his muscles and joints working overtime to accommodate the full extent of the invasion.
As the tendril reels itself back out, Percy’s disintegrating concentration picks up new movement: along his torso, thinner stems of smoke have started to brush against him. They are, compared to the taking of his mouth, shockingly gentle; small curls of smoke caress his chest, his ribs. More tendrils move over his neck, then his stomach and hips, increasing just slightly in size but staying tender in terms of pressure. Heat licks against his skin smoothly, and before long the movements have built up to firm petting. The intense invasion of his mouth, coupled with the alien sensation of pulsing, smoky limbs rubbing his hips and everywhere else, is so hypnotizing that Percy doesn’t even realize his arms and legs have been released. Instead, he is lost to the overpowering of his senses, giving in to the plundering of his mouth and the worshipping storm of smoke surrounding his body. Somehow, Percy has adapted to the harsh pace of the tendril taking his mouth. He manages to moan with every thick push in and gasps wetly as it pulls out and it’s the only way to release the pleasure mounting in him, building up to spill over soon. Close, he thinks as he writhes desperately. God, fuck, so close, his mind reels as the tendril stretches him wide and then—
Nothing. With a woosh, all the smoke steals away from Percy, and he’s left panting and dazed as he stares once more at Orthax hovering before him.
A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (4/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 11:21 am (UTC)Percy’s mind is abuzz with the aftereffects of pleasure from only moments ago, and he wants. But a part of him remembers that the demon has pushed him to this point for a reason. His pride, great and terrible thing that it is, won’t have him cooperate so easily now. He remains silent in the face of the shadow demon.
Though no expression can really be recognized on Orthax’s monstrous face, Percy senses something like amusement from the gleam in its beady eyes. A chuckle disturbs the empty void between them before tendrils of smoke once more reach out to restrain Percy’s limbs.
This time, a tendril spreads around the base of his head as well, to fix his gaze squarely downward over his own trembling body. His pale skin glistens with sweat, and turns rosy with lust as it nears his belly and cock. But, reaching the middle of his thighs, his flesh vanishes beneath the heavy darkness of tendrils that have wrapped all the up above his knees.
“Gunslinger,” Orthax’s voice rumbles with the same off-putting tone of amusement, “you made your deal with me. My mark is already upon you.”
And with that, licks of smoke approach the pale canvas of his remaining visible skin. One tendril, maddeningly, begins to toy with his cock. Percy’s muscles tense at the sensation. Velvet heat rubs against his oversensitized nerves, and in reaction Percy can see the flesh of his thighs trembling with pleasure. The marginal pain of being restrained, though, has moved Percy away from the edge of bliss he’d been so near before. Hazily, he thinks that he might yet outlast Orthax’s dark plans.
The tendril, then, traces down along the curve where his thigh meets his hip to slide deliberately toward the cleft of his ass. Percy’s gaze widens as the coils around his legs force his knees wide apart, and the tendril lowers to his entrance before pressing inside.
Percy sharply draws in a breath at the intrusion. He’s made to watch as the appendage starts moving… thrusting… pumping into him.
His whole body now shifts with each thrust, and his face burns as his limbs involuntarily sway with the momentum. Percy takes gulping mouthfuls of breath timed with the rhythmic motions.
“You made your deal with me,” Orthax repeats. “You have long been mine to rule.”
Percy is panting now, but his breath pitches up into a high keen when Orthax brings both clawed hands forward and drags the tips slowly, evenly over the thin skin of Percy’s inner thighs. Glowing pink trails follow after the pinpricks of each tip, leaving stark lines curving possessively around his flesh.
“You are mine.” Orthax lumbers closer, the mass of him near enough to Percy that it obscures the claws and tendrils claiming his hips. The demon’s beak slides along Percy’s neck, voice rasping in his ear in some farce of a lover’s whisper. “You are mine.”
Percy, try as he might, can’t gulp down his more vocal sounds any longer—more intense than his panting from before, he’s started letting out broken shouts for the tendril fucking him so completely. He feels Orthax’s claws roving over him; the scores of pain mix with thundering pleasure; he feels feverish, sweltering heat all around him. His leg muscles are beginning to ache with the labor of being spread and locked for so long, but no matter; nothing matters more than letting himself fall, than giving himself to these waves of feeling, than gasping in a breath and clinging desperately to Orthax’s—
Nothing.
A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (5/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 11:22 am (UTC)Percy chokes a bit at the sensation of loss about him. Not only empty, he feels uncovered, the layer of sweat on his skin cooling and causing shivers to race down his spine.
“Ah… P—,” Percy licks plump, trembling lips. “Please.” The thin, lone tendril traces up Percy’s length, toying. “Please, I,” and he can feel the unbearable heat of his cock, a bead of fluid dribbling down the edge of it in response. “I need… I need you to…”
The look in Orthax’s eyes is sinister. “Now,” comes the guttural rumble, “you understand.”
With a deep chuckle echoing in his mind, Percy blinks, and finds himself suddenly back in his workshop. He’s clothed as he was before, gloves on. Except, now, dark smoke rings his wrists and ankles.
He can’t quite tell if he’s awake or still dreaming. Percy sees the mechanism he was working on still in front of him, tools and miscellaneous parts scattered on the desk around it.
And then the objects, chillingly, begin to lift up one by one, as if being examined. Instead of being placed back down, though, they levitate away to slowly clear the space on the desk in front of Percy.
Orthax’s rasp comes from directly behind him. “These creations,” Orthax says, manipulating the last few pieces of metal away, “are the product of our bond. The undeniable truth.”
“...And this,” Orthax hisses right into Percy’s ear, as smoky tendrils work to unfasten Percy’s trousers, “This is the reality of our communion.”
Percy wetly chokes as he’s lifted to press forward against his desk, Orthax’s heat large and dominating at his back. Suddenly, the full intensity of his aroused state hits him, but it’s even more real than before. He shivers at the drag of cloth sticking to his skin—he gulps air into his lungs—and he arches, easily and familiarly, into the warmth of thick tendrils sliding around him.
A tendril works its way in spirals up one of his spread legs, up a thigh, to press once more into his wanting body. Percy groans at the satisfying pulse of heat. His hands scrabble against his desk, as much as the restraining smoke will allow, as the tendril starts thrusting soundly into his ass.
Before his next hearty groan can ring out, another tendril of hissing smoke worms its way between Percy’s lips. Percy moans, caresses it with his tongue, and then relaxes as it presses forward forcefully, deep down his throat.
“This is how surely we are bound, Percival,” Orthax’s voice rolls over him, and his tone is just barely, tellingly frenzied. “Any other claim would be a filthy lie.”
Percy nearly shouts around the smoke filling his throat. He feels completely overwhelmed, the pulsing tides of pleasure resonating through him. And at once, Percy has a profound realization: the rhythm of the movements happening now, the pushing and pulling and bending of his body to Orthax’s will, matches with the pace at which Percy hammers out his sheets of metal. The flow of heat, Orthax’s smoke, it’s timed perfectly to the swell of bellows heating Percy’s forge. Percy comprehends, suddenly, how every moment in his workshop is a dance inspired by Orthax; every strike of a tool, every twist and turn is imbibed with Orthax’s intent.
“Now you understand,” Orthax grins.
Tears streaming down his face, Percy gives in to the heat in his hips, the slithering slide over his skin, and the deep, dragging mass pumping between his lips. He is undone.
“Receive me,” Orthax whispers.
Percy moans. He arches his back, his fingers spasm with blinding pleasure, and he moans around the tendril in his throat, “Orthax!”
A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 11:26 am (UTC)Close to midday, Keyleth makes her way downstairs to check in.
“Not now,” comes Percy’s hoarse voice from within the workshop.
Keyleth worries her lip, wondering at how deeply tired her friend sounds. She is about to turn away, when Percy's feeble voice rings out again.
"Not now, but... Keyleth, might I talk to you later? I think," and here, Percy's voice pauses for an especially ragged breath, "I think I need help."
A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 11:27 am (UTC)Close to midday, Keyleth makes her way downstairs to check in.
“Not now,” comes Percy’s hoarse voice from within the workshop.
Keyleth worries her lip, wondering at how deeply tired her friend sounds. She is about to turn away, when Percy's feeble voice rings out again.
"Not now, but... Keyleth, might I talk to you later? I think," and here, Percy pauses for an especially ragged breath, "I think I need help."
Writer here! A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 11:32 am (UTC)I gotta say, this is partially dedicated to the one artist on tumblr who draws Percy gettin freaky with smoke all on his own. ;)
Re: Writer here! A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 04:04 pm (UTC)Re: Writer here! A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-06 10:45 pm (UTC)Re: Writer here! A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-06 01:57 pm (UTC)Re: Writer here! A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-06 10:46 pm (UTC)Re: A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-05 12:10 pm (UTC)Re: A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-06 10:47 pm (UTC)Re: A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-06 11:48 am (UTC)I hope you have an AO3 and post this there eventually, anon, because I wanna bookmark this.
Ye GODS this is good. So fantastic. Great word choices, really visceral and tangible. I'm gonna swoon now.
Re: A Filthy Lie (Orthax/Percy, NC-17, major dub-con) (6/6)
Date: 2017-02-06 11:34 pm (UTC)I was a bit shy about the idea of posting this to AO3, since it takes the cake as the darkest smut I've written... But what the hell! Posted it right over here~ http://archiveofourown.org/works/9609356
When it came to word choice I had a lot of fun with this fic. I usually try not to be "too wordy" when I write, but for something from Percy's perspective I figured it made sense to get a little fancy.