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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!
Percy/Vex, Dom!Percy
Date: 2018-02-06 11:08 am (UTC)BONUS
+Dirty talk
+Cool, calm, detached Dom!Percy
+Inappropriate use of titles
+Cute snuggles
FILL: Percy/Vex, Dom!Percy - "Taking Initiative"
Date: 2019-01-26 07:09 am (UTC)++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She was a clever girl.
Keyleth, on the other hand, left some things to be desired. Such as her utter inability to hold back a secret in polite conversation.
“Percy, how are things between you and Vex?” “They're lovely, and none of anyone's concern but ours,” he'd smiled sweetly in return as he worked on distributing his black powder into three fresh vials. “Oh! Oh, no, I know. I don't want any details or anything, I'm just... you know, have you ever thought about maybe... taking more initiative?”
He'd heard them talking in the gardens. Not the specifics, of course, he didn't mean to eavesdrop. Just the general sense that girl-talk was being had and his name was involved.
Two days and one slightly questionable quality arrow infused with poison inside it's shaft later, he found himself wandering the halls of the Mansion late one night. After the usual chicken feast and poor attempt at planning whilst everyone still awake had found their ways into their comfortable, albeit drunken stupors.
Percy's knuckle wrapped on the outside of her door.
“Vex'ahlia?” he whispered, “Are you in?”
The knob turned without trouble.
“Of course, darling, come in.”
He still found himself in awe of her every time, though perhaps he should be accustomed to it by now. He hoped he never would be. Her body propped against the throw pillows of the bed, clad in nothing but her cloak over her shoulders, hardly covering half her breasts as she plucked the feather from her braid and lightly traced her lower lip with it's tip. Her right knee pulling up to ensure any hint of a look he got at what was between her legs was just enough to be a momentary tease.
“I hope you don't mind, Percival, it was a tad humid in here tonight. Thought I would make myself more comfortable.” Vex's mouth curved into a seductive grin, biting down on the tip of the object in her mouth, “If I'd have known you'd be joining me I would have asked the servants to bring more wine.”
“Had you known?” Percy put on his best expression of disinterest, turning away from her sight on the bed and taking his time unbuttoning his coat to lay it before the fireplace, “Don't feign stupid, dear, you know exactly what you've done.”
Vex arched a brow, “Oh?”
“Did you really think you could just tease me forever and get away with it? Just because you're a Lady of Whitestone doesn't mean you're excused from consequences.”
She leaned forward playfully as he sat at the edge of the bed, touching her finger to his nose, “Well of course, darling, but that's where you come in to help get me... off,” she smirked in her hesitation before leaning back, “...of any... offending charges, of course.”
He hummed, sure a blush was likely rising to his cheeks but doing the best to maintain his composure.
“Again, dearest, if you're going to act so irresponsibly, I'm afraid you're going to need to learn to take care of these things yourself.” His eyes darted between her legs, and the hand not so subtly resting between them, “I think you should perhaps start by doing something about that.”
She laughed, “What ever are you implying, Percy?”
“You know exactly what I'm implying,” he nodded his head towards her, “Touch. Now. And I won't run next door and tell your brother what an embarrassment you've made of yourself.”
If nothing else, he saw the tinge of red come to her cheeks as well as she found herself at a loss for words. It didn't usually work like this. It happened the same way every time. He came to her door, she dropped her robes, and he crumbled like a pile of dirty laundry on the floor beneath the will of her wiles.
“I know how warm you are, Vex'ahlia. How wet. How *good* you feel. What a shame it would be if you couldn't enjoy yourself the same way I do from time to time, wouldn't you agree?” His stare was intent, never breaking her eye contact, and he caught the shiver that came over her shoulders. “So, what we're going to do tonight, my dearest, is you are going to play with your sex until you're not just soaked – but dripping any of those coy little retorts you're probably cursing me in your head with right now out of it. And I'm going to watch you every second until your fingers twitch and you really, truly can't take it anymore.”
She took a sharp inhale, her legs parting slightly of their own volition.
“Maybe then, if you've earned it, I'll turn you over and let you earn that title of yours.”
Her lip drew a hint of blood, two fingers finding their way between her folds. His gaze flicked down, appearing to his best to do nothing more but inspect her work as they circled over her clit. Stopping after a moment to pinch the flesh between them before trying to move further down.
Percy held up a finger, “No no, Vex. That belongs to me.”
“Of... of course, darling,” she stutter, “Say, you haven't been... um... speaking with- with Keyleth, have you?”
“Less questions, more quaking, dear.”
Vex nodded, rubbing until she found a rhythm that suited her once her heart stopped pounding. She let her other hand trail up to her necklace, toying with it for a moment before moving to her breast. If she'd been kidding about feeling a little hot earlier, she certainly wasn't anymore.
“Do you enjoy fooling with your nipples? They seem to want a part in this. I'd never really considered it before. I suppose we're both learning something.”
He moved closer to her, crawling over her form, ensuring her focus was still on him. Allowing a hand to wander to her other breast and pinch at the hardening pink nub. She followed his lead, gasping at the sensitivity as her fingers still worked at her cunt. Her scent was filling the room and he'd be lying if he tried to pretend any longer he couldn't be near enough to her to take it in.
A third finger slipped between her as her pace increased and became far less elegant. Her eyes closing for a moment as he watched her hold back a shudder.
“Per-Percy, please.”
“What's that?”
“Fu... fuck. Fuck me, please. P... Percival.”
He waited, just long enough to make her question, before grabbing ahold of her wrist. Not too firm, but she stilled regardless, the point being well made before easing it to her side.
“Remove the cloak,” it was a command, not a request, and he did the same of his clothes.
The blue fabric hit the floor and no sooner did he turn her over. His hand on the back of her shoulder, tracing over the bones of her elven features and appreciating if only for a second the fair skin that adorned them. Her hips backed against him, needy, breath still quivering over her lips when he eased his way inside of her slick entrance.
He walked his fingertips one by one up her spine.
“...Percy?”
She felt her braid brush against her back, his touch grazing over it ever so slowly. Every little twist of the hair into it's confines.
“Remind me again, Vex'ahlia, what your title is.”
“I...”
His grasp suddenly wrapped around her hair at the base of her neck. Not pulling. Not yet.
“Recite it for me.”
“I... I am Lady Vex'ahlia,” she muttered, eyes flickering down to the pillars beneath her as she attempted to gather her thoughts. Feeling his cock inside of her gently slipping out. “Baroness of the third house of Whitestone,” … and back in again. “Grand Mistress,” ... and out..., “of the Grey Hunt,” and in. Her voice cracking on the last word as her hips rocked.
Percy tugged, letting out a shudder of his own at the sound that escaped her. A small, gentle cry from deep in her throat as she clenched around him.
“Again.”
“Lady Vex'ahlia. Bare.... baroness of the third ho...house ... Wh-Whitestone. Grand.... oh gods.” Faster now, his grip on her tightening as he pulled her back to him. His breath hot against her jaw. “Grand Mistress of... of the Gre... the... P-Percy,” her breath shook, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. Her body aching, trying desperately to somehow be closer, deeper than they already were as his length found her most sensitive spots. Her hand found it's way back between her thighs again, rubbing furiously at the swollen mess between them.
He chuckled, nearly breathless, “Grand Mistress of the Great Sluts, more like it.” Another tug as she grunted, sounding hardly different from an animal in heat. In any other situation she would have slapped him for such an absurd remark. Hells, he would have done it to himself. Instead she merely rocked back against his cock, harder still, doing most of the work for him. Her face burning red.
“Gods, if you could see yourself.”
It wasn't necessarily praise, or ridicule. Just fact.
Vex practically squealed when he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight, giving another few good thrusts before he mumbled some sort of assurance of what was to come that barely formed a Common phrase. All shred of composure was now certainly lost. Appropriately she tensed, crying out his name while her nails dug holes into the linens beneath her. Not daring to collapse upon them until his groan followed and she felt his offering begin to seep down her leg.
He exhaled for what felt like the first time in centuries and fell to her side. Eyes struggling to focus without his spectacles as something resembling the ceiling of her room formed in his view. She stirred beside him, easing onto her back close to him. Goosebumps still covering her skin.
“Well that...” she laughed, “... Was something, darling.”
Percy suddenly realized just how bad the butterflies in his gut were and avoided her sideyed gaze. Vomiting in her bedroom now likely would not leave the best impression.
“Yes, I uh... I suppose it was,” he fell into silence for a minute... Two. “A good something, I hope?”
She let out another bark of laughter, and he couldn't help but follow. It was the beautiful damned sound he'd ever heard. “A very good something.”
He turned to her finally, taking pride when she snuggled in close, “Would you say I “took initiative?”
Vex's eyes narrowed, and before he could react a pillow hit him square in the face.
“You *were* talking to Keyleth!”
“I hardly so much as listened to her for a matter of seconds. You KNOW that girl can't keep a secret.”
“Fine,” she pulled the covers up over them, faking a pout, “I suppose you're forgiven. We should probably get some rest now, we have ogres or some horrible blasted things to deal with come morning.”
He settled in, wrapping an arm around her. His face nuzzling at her shoulder as her eyes drifted shut. “Morning is a long time from now. Don't think I can't punish you again before then.”
“What promises, darling.”