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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...

  • 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 [personal profile] criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.

The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.



Now go forth and prompt!
From: (Anonymous)
(Second anon from above and this. Sure is a thing that wouldn't leave my head from the moment I first saw the prompt, huh. CW: noncon, pseudo-incest, forced exhibitionism/voyeurism, dirty talk)

//

Finding Cassandra is easier than expected, in the bright haze of days that mark the after-death. She sleeps in the master bedroom of Castle Whitestone, on the same sheets Delilah and Sylas used to share with her, and the sight of her all grown up tugs at the space where Delilah thinks her heart used to be.

Her sweet girl, all grown up.

Together they make most of a whole -- not quite the same family made with Sylas, but something new, something she had never expected before her research took her to a far-off island. Finally, she has someone to bring Cassandra home to.

"Cassandra," Delilah whispers as she sweeps her into her arms, "Cassandra, darling, it's time to go home."

Her body is languid under the weight of sleep and Charm, and she hardly protests at all, pliant in Delilah's arms as she presses her lips to Cassandra's forehead, her mouth. Even now she is cold, the vibrancy of her bursting across Delilah's lips like sweet summer berries, and Delilah shivers.

Soon. She has time enough now, as the sigils of the teleportation spell spring to life under the gestures of her free hand. And soon she will have nothing but time.

//

Cassandra stirs as the caves of Marquet flicker into being around them.

"Shh," Delilah whispers, stroking the hair back from her forehead. "Shh, sweet girl, we're home. It's alright."

Cassandra's eyes fly open at the sound of Delilah's voice, something close to a sob wrenched from her throat as she realises where she is.

"None of that," Delilah says, fitting her hand over Cassandra's mouth. Her teeth sink into her flesh, far too dull to damage her but sharp enough to send wanting prickling though Delilah's veins. "I promised I'd come back for you, my dear." She sets her gently down on her feet, turns her with careful hands on her shoulders so she can see Raishan bent over the workbench in the corner. "It's not quite the family you left, is it, but it's all that we have to fight for now, isn't it?"

"No," Cassandra says hoarsely as Raishan turns around, and Delilah can see every muscle in her body tense, the lines beautiful under her skin. "No, you're dead, my brother..."

Raishan shrugs. "So were you," she says. "I think a little more appreciation is warranted."

"Yes," Delilah whispers, trailing her hands down Cassandra's sides to tease at the waistband of her long skirt. "How do we say thank you, Cassie dear?"

Cassandra's cheeks are wet with tears when she lifts her face for Delilah's kiss, and as she hears Raishan hum in contentment as Cassandra parts her lips for her, Delilah thinks this is the closest to divine she ever wants to be.

//

They develop a routine, after that, or something close to it. Raishan works -- Delilah is not naive enough to believe it's under her guidance, but she knows that Raishan needs her, and it is enough. Cassandra she keeps close, pressed against her side or cradled in her lap. Her beautiful daughter, who never should have had the burden of Whitestone's leadership thrust upon her without Delilah there to guide her.

After the third day, Delilah lets the Charms go. Cassandra has always been beautifully responsive even without the glimmers of the arcane clinging to her skin, and the taste of her as Delilah mouths at her neck is even better this way.

Cassandra moans, pushes halfheartedly at her shoulders as she squirms in her lap, but doesn't quite move away.

"Now, now," Delilah murmurs, nails digging in to her hip as one hand trails up her thigh. "Remember this? Remember how good you always felt at the end?"

"No," Cassandra groans, head dropping back against Delilah's shoulder even as her legs spread further under her feather-light touch. "I mean, yes, I remember, but --"

"Yes," Delilah smiles, nipping at her earlobe. "See? Was that so hard?"

Cassandra cries out at that, loud enough that Raishan makes an exasperated noise and flings her quill down on the desk.

"Delilah, darling," she says, spinning around in her chair. "Could you not take your toy somewhere else?"

Delilah's hands still on Cassandra's skin, and she feels the almost imperceptible shudder of her sigh. "Cassandra's not a toy, Raishan. She's ours. Look."

Delilah lifts Cassandra's skirts and spreads her cunt open with two careful fingers, careful to let her teeth show when she smiles at Raishan. "Look, darling," she says, as Cassandra whimpers and turns her head, trying to bury her face in the crook of her neck. "Look how beautiful our sweet daughter is."

"Yours," Raishan corrects, but Delilah can tell it's pure force of habit. Raishan's not-quite-human eyes are wide and dark with a lust familiar to her from the days before she fetched Cassandra. Her attention, so often elusive, is now absolutely transfixed, and Delilah wonders if Cassandra feels it too.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" Delilah murmurs. "Shall we prove to her how much more than a toy you are?"

Cassandra's hands flit between her skirts and Delilah's arms, fingertips that no longer know how to leave bruises seeking a cover Delilah's sure she hardly remembers. "I -- you -- no --"

"On the contrary," Raishan says, leaning forward, one hand toying with her breast through the fabric of her shirt, "I'm suddenly sure you should do exactly that."

Delilah's fingers dip ever so slightly inside Cassandra, and find familiar slickness. "I think our girl would like that very much as well," she laughs.

Cassandra moans, low and not quite pained. "I don't," she whispers into Delilah's neck. "Not her, not --"

"Now, now," Delilah says reproachfully. "None of that, sweetheart." She fucks her fingers back into Cassandra more purposefully now, and this time Cassandra's whine is echoed by Raishan. If Delilah looked over, she's sure she'd find her with her own hand busy under her skirts, but all her focus now is for Cassandra, for her beautiful daughter who still remembers just how to welcome her.

(And, yes, she thinks, pressing her thumb just so on Cassandra's clit, yes, this is home now.)

"See, Raishan." Delilah can't resist taunting her, even as she licks swirls across Cassandra's neck. "See what you could have if you minded your manners?"

"Bitch," Raishan hisses, but Cassandra sobs as Delilah crooks her fingers inside her, pulls out and presses in with three, and it doesn't matter.

Delilah's own cunt is throbbing now, the power of having both the women in the room completely fixated on her intoxicating. Cassandra is soaking under her fingertips, both their skirts are surely going to be ruined, but that doesn't matter either.

"We'll have to do this in front of a mirror sometime," Delilah says thoughtfully, speeding up the pace of her fingers as Raishan hums in agreement. "You always came so much harder when you could see how beautiful you are, sweet girl. Or maybe," she shifts slightly on the couch, presses her thighs together for as much friction as possible without completely unseating Cassandra. "Maybe you should welcome Raishan to our family properly. I've already had her, you know, and I think I should get a turn to watch."

And with that Cassandra screams as she comes, trembling uncontrollably in Delilah's arms and flooding her hand down to her wrist. Delilah fingers her through it, resting her chin on Cassandra's shoulder as her eyes dart between the woman in her arms and Raishan, who bites her lip as she comes much more quietly.

"Yes," Delilah says slowly, reaching out to offer her damp fingers to Raishan as Cassandra's panting slips into quiet, exhausted sobs. "Yes, I think I would like to watch you two next. You'll show Raishan what a good girl you are, won't you, sweetheart?"

Cassandra doesn't answer aloud, but her body, Delilah thinks, has already said quite enough.
From: (Anonymous)
hey OP here, and I just gotta say thanks because this is some premium A+ good shit right here thank you. Delilah knowing exactly how to manipulate Cass was some good shit, and Cass's clear terror at being passed around. thank you thank you thank you
From: (Anonymous)
Yep. Yep that's the good stuff.

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