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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!
Re: Anyone/The Kraken, TENTACLES
Date: 2017-06-30 04:03 am (UTC)Vilya doesn't hear the voice until she's gone limp in the kraken's grip, the unconscious or dead bodies of her companions carried far past her eyesight by the current. She's failed, she knows -- even if she makes it back to the portal a leader who comes back alone is no leader at all.
And yet when the voice crawls into her mind, into all the hollow spaces she has felt grow with every death in this icy blue tomb, it says: You're different than the others. Stronger. Mine.
Vilya feels the water rush over her wounds as the kraken lifts her to their good eye and she flinches, struggling anew against the tentacle wrapped around her waist.
Yes, the voice continues. Yes, you'll do nicely.
Nicely for what? she tries to demand, but the water pours into her mouth and robs her of her words despite the stone in the hollow of her throat.
Nicely for me, the voice says, and it's the kraken -- it must be -- but there's a weight behind it, something so dark and timeless that she's sinking, sinking, sinking so far she doesn't realise the water has stolen her robe as well until she feels the rough-slick slide of the kraken's flesh against her own. It leaves freezing trails where it passes, gooseflesh rising in its wake, and she trembles as the tentacle tweaks at her nipples, nudges between her legs.
And oh, Vilya thinks, as more tentacles than she had counted wind around her wrists, her ankles, suspend her in the now-still water. Yours. Of course.
She has been numb for so long she is not even surprised when this time her scream is drowned in the kraken's laughter.
It doesn't hurt, at first, this teasing exploration of her body, and it is almost worse this way. Not gentle but careful, and for all Vilya bites her lip and pulls against her living bonds she feels her body react, feels herself growing slick and wet between her legs with more than this plane's endless ocean.
You failed, daughter of the storm, the kraken whispers. You failed, and now you have a chance at your redemption. To become something more.
Vilya whimpers, throws her head back and meets something soft: another tentacle, cradling her head as the tip circles forward to prod into her mouth.
No need to answer, the kraken says, as she bites down, the tentacle's flesh surprisingly unyielding as it teases along her tongue, across the backs of her teeth. I know already what you would say.
Vilya knows too: knows she is weak, failed and bent, ripped apart by the tempest she would never speak for again. Knows that she would say yes, say, let me die, and let whatever you offer take my place. Let me be different, anew.
Vilya knows power, knows deals with lands and with the things that inhabit them. Vilya knows that she is a coward, and Vilya knows that she wants.
(It does not, really, feel as much of a contradiction as it should be.)
Good, the voice in her mind murmurs, dark and pleased, and Vilya chokes on a half-formed plea as the tentacle between her legs slips inside her.
She's not ready for something so big, not ready at all, and she would scream again if not for the tentacle in her mouth pushing further in, both of them working in an alien rhythm that demands her submission as surely as it promises her pleasure.
This is the start, the voice whispers, and Vilya moans, chants yes, yes in the dark corners of her mind where she knows she will be heard because there is no new life for her without the death of her companions, no pleasure at the end of this pain as the kraken's tentacle fucks into her harder, deeper.
Vilya had dreamed of this, once, had dreamed she had swallowed the sea whole and it had filled her up and up and up until there was no breath, no blood, not even skin because she had burst such fragile bounds. Never once had she dreamed the sea would come to her like this, would spread her out in a nowhere place and hold her still, so still against the pulsing pounding ropes of light that fill her.
Infinite, and there is another promise now, another layer to the voice. See how much you can hold.
She's full, so full now, and with her eyes shut she can almost pretend — can almost —
— there is nothing to pretend, as lightning bursts inside her, scorches the inside of her mouth and tips her so close to coming she can almost imagine it, spread and filled like an offering to something she can't name.
Her cunt aches almost past the point of pain, and everything about her is stretched unbearably far apart. Still she writhes against the kraken's grip, but forward now, always forward, chasing the ecstasy that pierces her mouth, her cunt, every centimetre of her bare skin where she's flayed raw to the water that seems to urge the tentacles deeper into her every time she thinks she can't possibly take any more.
Vilya would beg, if she were with a mortal lover. But the sea's love knows no pleas, and the kraken presses perfect circles of suction-bruises into her skin and does not move faster no matter how much she tries to force herself forward. Even druids cannot move the elements when they all stand opposed, she might think if she still had the capacity to think split across the thread of pleasure-pain.
But she doesn't think, just breathes shallow and desperate through her nose and relishes the rough drag of the kraken's flesh across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, the sharp flicks of the tentacle's tip against her clit.
There now, the voice returns, piercing through the hazy cloud of arousal that's enveloped her. There now, show me what you are.
There are monsters under Vilya's skin that have only ever waited for their time to be set free, and as lightning explodes around her once more she feels them all clawing at her bones at once as she comes harder than she ever thought she could, clenching, biting down on the kraken's embrace as she feels something burst from her skin.
When her eyes flicker back into focus she finds herself limp, no longer held aloft. There are colours where before there was only blue, and as she shivers she feels her entire body move, bigger than anything she's transformed into before.
There is a woman before her and she does not quite have Vilya's face but she is not quite anything else, either.
I'm so proud, the voice still echoes in Vilya's head, and she no longer has her old body to ache with emptiness, but her mind throbs now, wanting the words, wanting everything this women is. She reaches out with one long tentacle, lifts the woman to her again.
Vesh does give rewards, you see.
fill: no grave but the sea | vilya/the kraken, e | 1/1
Date: 2017-06-30 04:04 am (UTC)