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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!
Anyone/Any Dragonborn
Date: 2017-06-05 03:47 am (UTC)Re: Anyone/Any Dragonborn
Date: 2017-07-01 01:37 am (UTC)___
Tiberius considers himself a refined individual. For a long time, he’d ignored every base urge; tried to keep his fiery temper under control, courted before any contact, but now-
Gern just makes him so angry. He refuses to debate issues intellectually, he’s inane, he’s a necromancer, and fuck he’s hot. His blue scales, lighter where scars ripple across his back, flashed electric in the sunlight. He refused to wear proper robes, leaving his well-muscled arms on display for the whole world to see. Not to mention the red vest he wore was so garish and horrible anyone would be compelled to rip it off him.
So, it was only natural that when Gern flashed him a sneering grin and tackled him to the ground Tiberius would reach up and grab his horns, drag his face down to flick his tongue over the seam of Gern’s mouth.
“Oh, are ye finally coming around then?” Gern chucked deep in his throat and dipped his snout lower. His tongue dragged slowly over Tiberius’s neck, tracing the broad scales that defended his throat.
Tiberius shuddered.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he huffed, out as Gern’s hands wrapped around his wrists and held him down. His claws caught on the edges between his scales and a pinprick of pain rises to the surface of his skin.
“Doesn’t seem like ye mindin’ much tho,” Gern grinned. Tiberius snorted a small puff of smoke out of his nose, but submitted as Gern used his superior strength to flip him over on his stomach.
Gern dragged his claws down Tiberius’s back, tracing the ridges of his back. With a decisive move, he grabbed Tiberius’s tail and pinned it to against his back. Tiberius couldn’t help but let out a moan at how exposed he was.
“Don’t worry Tibsy, I’ll take care a ye”
Tiberius hates the way that makes his blood rush downwards. He can feel himself growing hot under his scales, and his cock slides out of his sheath as Gern presses a thumb along his cloaca.
“Oh you’re getting all nice and ready for me, aren’t ye?” Gern pressed two fingers deep inside, and Tiberius felt a loud moan force its way out of his throat. “Betcha’d look so good filled up with my eggs, wouldn’t ye? Roosting so pretty, claimed just for me”
The threat is empty, Tiberius doesn’t have the inner workings for egg making, but somehow the thought of being claimed by this annoyingly, handsome dragonborn was exhilarating. He pushed back on Gern’s fingers, trying to speed him along.
“Hurry will you? I’m not about to be made to wait for something like this”
Gern chuckled above him and leaned over Tiberius’s back.
“Yer bossy as any Draconian I’ve ever known,” He said, languidly dragging his tongue around the base of Tiberius’s horn. He did speed up his hand though, stroking the inside with blunted claws and making Tiberius shake with every thrust.
After a moment he removed his hand, keeping Tiberius’s tail pinned out of the way. Tiberius felt him position his cock right at the edge of his cloaca and teased the opening with his head.
“For fuck’s sake do it!“ Tiberius let out another puff of smoke, curling his fingers into the dirt in front of him. He was drawn taught as a bowstring. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, feel the wetness inside him and the heaviness of his cock. He had never done anything like this, but if something didn’t happen soon, he was going to flip Gern over and sink down on that cock himself.
Then suddenly Gern rocked forward and slid inside completely. Tiberius couldn’t hold back a moan as he was filled, feeling himself gush around the thickness in his cloaca.
Gern chuckled again and rocked forward. Tiberius felt Gern’s claws dig into his hips as he thrusted into him, setting a brutal pace that sent jolts of pleasure up Tiberius’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” Gern growled, before biting down on Tiberius’s shoulder. His teeth dug in between the tough scales and worried the skin a little. Tiberius yelped in pain and pushed back against the thrusts, feeling a dull ache build inside him. His body wanted release, but he was held just on the edge.
Without warning, Gern shoved in and came hard. As Tiberius felt hot cum drip out of his cloaca, Gern let a bolt of lightning travel through his throat and down his teeth into Tiberius shoulder. The pain ignited something inside him and, faster than he expected, his orgasm raced through him. He felt his cloaca clench down on Gern’s softening cock has his back arched, and more cum slipped free.
Panting, Gern moved back, letting Tiberius’s tail fall from his shoulder and rest on the ground. Tiberius slumped over, feeling the aftershocks of the electricity pulse through him a few times.
“Well, enjoyed yerself didja?”
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Hope you liked it!
Re: Anyone/Any Dragonborn
Date: 2017-07-01 05:15 pm (UTC)Holy shit thank you so so so much!!! FINALLY some Tiberius content, and it's so hot too, holy FUCK, I can't thank you enough
Fill: Pretty One
Date: 2017-07-01 04:36 am (UTC)Vax is a bit tipsy. Not drunk. He’s never drunk when he does this.
Not that he’s done this much so far. Enough that he knows what he’s doing, sure … but only just barely. He knows he’s attractive though, which was a delightful discovery after leaving Syngorn. Outside the snobby circles their father had paraded them about in, the twins have found no shortage of sexual partners. It seems everyone wants to sleep with a half-elf. Vax has coupled with humans, a dwarf woman, a male halfling, other half-elves, and even a few elves to his utter shock.
No dragonborn though. Not yet, anyways.
Vex’ahlia rolls her eyes at him as he meanders over to the other side of the bar. The man – at least Vax is assuming man, from the clothing choices – is at a table, nursing a glass of water. He’s been giving Vax the eye for some time now, and Vax decides it’s high time to make a move.
“Hey there, handsome,” Vax says, because that’s been a good bet in the past. “Mind if I join you?”
The dragonborn has a copper hue to his scales. They shine in the lantern light as he looks up to meet Vax’s gaze.
“Not at all, pretty one,” the dragonborn gestures to the empty chair.
Vax grins and sits, taking more stock of his quarry. The dragonborn is dressed in dark green clothing, in shades that compliment his scales. He looks well off, but not so rich as to be drawing significant attention from the thieves frequenting the tavern tonight.
They make conversation, sipping their respective drinks. News from the town, shifts in the weather, innocuous things. He finds out the dragonborn’s name is Balasar, and gives his name in return. Balasar is a scholar of minor means, visiting the city’s libraries. Vax says he does odd jobs, and Balasar doesn’t press him for more information, though anyone can see that Vax doesn’t look like a carpenter or a mason.
Before long, Vax sees Vex leaving with the barmaid, a buxom girl with a pile of red curls and pockets stuffed full of tips from appreciative patrons. Vex winks at him over her shoulder, hand already on the ass of the barmaid.
“Your clutchmate is fortunate tonight,” Balasar says, glancing at the retreating Vex. “Though she seems much faster than you at getting what she wants.”
Vax smirks. “What do you think I want?”
A clawed hand rests on Vax’s knee beneath the table. “Do you have a room here, pretty one?”
“Yeah.” Stolen of course: the real guest passed out at the bar and his room key in Vax’s pocket.
“Then let us proceed.” Balasar stands.
Vax follows, and leads him upstairs above the bar to a narrow hallway. He passes a room already occupied, hears grunting and moaning through the door. One sounds like the dwarf woman he bedded three nights ago. He flushes in remembrance.
“Patience, pretty one,” Balasar rests a hand on Vax’s shoulder. “I am sure I can coax such sounds from your throat before long.”
Vax fumbles with the key at the door, the dragonborn’s breath hot on his neck.
The room is simple: a bed, a basin by a mirror, a shuttered window. Balasar fumbles with the latch and locks it, turning to Vax.
“Pretty one,” he murmurs, voice rasping slightly. Vax wonders where the man learned Common, and what Draconic sounds like from a proper draconic mouth and not the smooth lips of their tutors.
Balasar reaches for him, pulling him close. Vax is shocked at the warmth, the scaled skin pressing against him, he’d been expecting the dragonborn to feel cold for some reason.
“I would very much like to fuck you,” Balasar’s voice has gone extremely raspy now, the burr of a growl building at the base of his throat. “Have you lain with dragonkind before?”
“No,” Vax admits. At first he thought admitting ignorance would dissuade paramours, but after a few misunderstandings, he’s learned to be honest in that at least. “But that sounds like a good time.”
“Oh, it is,” Balasar’s voice is a deep rumble now, warm and pleased. “I’ve had no complaints.”
He steers Vax to the bed, clawed hands pulling at the ties and fastenings of Vax’s clothing. Balasar hisses in agitation. “I cannot … you must do this yourself, or I shall rip them from you.”
Vax undresses quickly, noting the way Balasar’s clothing is designed to accommodate for clawed hands. Something useful to remember in the future, for other dragonborn, if he’s lucky.
The scales cover Balasar’s entire body, varying in size and shade across his form. The scales beneath his clothing are darker, deep umber in shade, like the earth from a fire pit. He has no intent on his belly, just a smooth stretch of scaly skin. And between his legs …
Vax just stares. It looks like a cock, in the basic shape, larger than most he’s had before. There are ridges along its sides, slightly raised up, and ruffled layers at the tip and base. No scales on the cock, it looks like bare flesh, dark umber in shade, and the ridges are a bit darker.
“Can I …” Vax hesitates.
“Please, touch.” Balasar grins.
Vax reaches out and strokes the cock, slowly at first. It feels like the flesh of any other cock he’s had before, a bit more firm in places, the texture inconsistent. The ridges intrigue him. He runs a finger along one of them, puts a bit of pressures into the touch. It feels much harder than the flesh around it.
Balasar moans. The cock twitches, becoming firmer and rising higher.
“What do you require, to prepare?” Balasar asks, panting.
“Just ah, a moment,” Vax finds a small jar in his clothes and slicks his fingers. “Usually I’d ask for some help but … I don’t think that’d go well with your hands.”
Balasar considers his claws. “Yes, I agree.”
Vax reclines on the bed and begins to stretch himself open, easing in a finger at a time. Before long, his cock is swelling too, though not nearly as impressive as Balasar’s.
Balasar perches on the edge of the bed, watching Vax with interest. “You have lain with males before?”
“Yes …” Vax huffs from the exertion, stretching himself thoroughly.
“Can you come, from a cock inside you?”
Vax blushes, three fingers sunk into himself. “I haven’t yet.”
Balasar makes a contemplative sound, half growl and half hiss. “I would like to see that, very much.”
Vax arches up onto his elbows and knees. “You can certainly try.”
Balasar sinks onto the bed, clawed hands reaching for Vax’s hips. “Mmmm, I do not want you like this, pretty one. Not like an animal.” He twists Vax around, onto his back, tugging a pillow clumsily and sliding it beneath Vax’s waist. “I wish to see your face as you come.”
Vax blushes. Then he yelps, as the tip of Balasar’s cock brushes his entrance. It’s warm, in fact much warmer than cocks he’s felt before.
Balasar hisses deeply, an appreciative noise. He pushes Vax’s legs wider, and guides his cock into Vax slowly.
Vax feels the ridges most, the ruffles he knows must be aiding in the cock’s glide inside him, but the ridges are what he feels. The usual pain of stretching is much more pleasurable with the ridges. They’re an exciting variation from the usual way of things. He tries to clench around them and gasps at the increase in sensation.
“Patience, pretty one,” Balasar huffs above him, “I am not yet halfway inside you.”
Vax gapes at him. “You’re not serious!”
Balasar thrusts his hips suddenly and Vax feels scales scrape the back of his thighs.
“Oh … oh!” Vax gasps. “You … you were … oh … gods …”
“You may do what you will now,” Balasar chuckled, hips beginning to cant forward and back. “Do not try to wait, I will take my pleasure when it suits me. I like to feel the spasmsing of a bedmate while I am hard.”
Vax tries to angle his hips and meet Balasar’s thrusts with some of his own. He feels clumsy and off balance, but the dragonborn doesn’t seem to mind.
“Do you know what you look like?” Balasar grunts.
“N-no?” Vax moans after a particularly deep thrust. Some of the ridges rub at an especially good angle. His own cock is throbbing, leaking over his stomach. He could reach down and satisfy it himself, but he’s curious to see if he can in fact come from Balasar’s work alone.
“A beautiful prize … speared on my cock.” Balasar clutches at Vax’s sides with his claws. “If these were the old days, I would take you back to Draconia and fill you with my eggs.”
Vax blinked. There seemed to be anatomical complications with that, but he couldn’t really rouse himself to care much so long as Balasar kept thrusting.
“Or I would have taken you on a field of battle,” Balasar mused, voice rough and ragged now, losing those refined accented touches some tutor must have drilled into his head long ago. “Ripped you from your armor and had you there in the muck.”
“You think I’d go down without a fight?” Vax meets Balasar’s thrusts with his hips, sinking all the way down the length.
“I know you would,” Balasar laughs, scrapes a claw across Vax’s chest just hard enough to leave a mark. Vax shivers.
“Anyone can see that you want to be taken.” Balasar’s claw scratches along Vax’s belly.
Vax wants to argue, but it’s difficult to come up with a retort when there’s a cock buried hilt-deep in him.
“Mmm, you like the tease of pain, pretty one? You need only have asked.” Balasar rakes five claws across Vax’s ribs.
Vax yelps, and his cock pulses.
Balasar continues to thrust, making pleased noises as Vax shudders and twitches in the throes of orgasm.
Vax contemplates the slick of his own come, and the slick of the five trails of blood on his side. It’s not as unpleasant as he would have thought.
Balasar growls, huffs, and bellows loudly. His cock throbs inside Vax. The familiar burning and full sensation builds inside Vax as Balasar begins to withdraw. His come seems much warmer than what Vax has felt before, not scalding but noticeable.
“You are beautiful when you are in pleasure,” Balasar murmurs, stretching out on the length of the bed. “Are you satisfied?”
“Yeah,” Vax grins, the buzz of a good fuck making him feel a bit silly. “You wanna sleep?”
“Very much so.” Balasar presses a messy kiss of sorts to Vax’s lips, and slumps onto the mattress.
When Vax wakes, he’s delightfully sore. Balasar is gone, but Vax’s clothes and money are still on the floor, so Vax counts that as a good morning.
He winces when he stands, finding several raw scrapes and scratches along his thighs from the previous night’s activities.
Vax makes a mental note to invest in some protective underclothes for the next time he beds a dragonborn.
Re: Fill: Pretty One
Date: 2017-07-01 05:17 pm (UTC)GOSH this was so good, loved the dick details and the dirty talk and the CLAWS, holy cow the CLAWS, yessssss. Thank you so much!!!
Re: Fill: Pretty One
Date: 2017-07-03 08:27 am (UTC)You're most welcome! : D So glad you liked it! I got a bit caught up in the details and build up before the actual sex, this fill ran away from me a bit.
I enjoyed the claws a lot, that was fun to play around with in the narrative.
Organized Lightning, Kima/Tofor, E
Date: 2017-11-04 03:08 am (UTC)