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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)
Gotta keep Whitestone in the family line after all
From: (Anonymous)

This is how he apologises to her – on his knees, with her full skirts hitched up around her waist, and three fingers buried up to the knuckle in her soft, wet cunt as he tongues her clit until she comes hard and shuddering around him.

It’s not a traditional apology, he knows. Not an appropriate one either, given their connection, given the shared blood in their veins and their mutual last name and the way they call one another brother and sister respectively. But tradition got their family murdered, slaughtered like lambs by the visitors they welcomed into their home, and appropriate is not a concept that’s been applicable to their relationship since he left her to die in the snow all those years ago.

They’re wrong, and they know it, but they make it work.

And he does love her so, like this, above him and around him and falling apart to his mouth and hands. His sister is so strong, usually, steel and granite and ice, hardened by necessity and trauma, and he’s so proud of her strength. But, in the privacy of her own chambers, when she softens enough to whimper and gasp, to press elegant, fine-boned fingers over her own mouth to stifle any louder sounds… then, he loves her, loves her soft and delicate edges, loves the fact that he is the only one allowed to see her like this.

He pushes his fingers in deeper, fucks her three-full and crooked to press against the spot inside her that makes her moan, gush slick against his already-soaked hand and hungry mouth. The noises she makes are so pretty, still so proper and refined despite the debauchery of it all, and her squeal when he grazes teeth feather-light across her clit makes him so hard it aches.

When she comes, it is to the broad of his tongue lapping at where she’s swollen and sensitive, to his fingers curled deep against the soft, slick places inside her. To the knowledge that this is only the first of their evening’s activities, and that greater pleasures are yet to come.

Cassandra can always count on her brother to scratch this itch that she gets, to fill her ‘til she no longer feels hollow and empty, to reach the ache deep inside her that only he can soothe.

She looks down at him, when he’s done – satisfied and sad all at once – and strokes the back of one finger down his cheek. It’s slick beneath her touch, shiny, slippery with her, and it brings her a joy she doesn’t quite understand to know that his dazed eyes and swollen lips are her doing.

“Thank you, brother,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss his forehead. She smiles when he tilts his face, captures her lips, instead, lets her taste the salt-musk of her own spend on his tongue. They kiss less often than they fuck, but Cassandra lives for the times they do, the yielding warmth of Percival’s lips on hers and the way he licks deep and slow, molten, into her mouth. A perfect moment of languid pleasure, a precious intimacy shared in the gaps between far greater ones. “…Shall we…?”

As always, he goes easily to the bed, follows where she leads with the slightest of touches. He strips himself for her, from the waist down, and she watches with hungry eyes as he peels the the tight cling of his jodhpurs away to reveal his cock, jutting proud up towards his stomach. She loves that she can make him like this, her beautiful brother, make him so hard just from watching her come undone – and her mouth waters at the sight of him, thick and hot, head purpled with blood and slick from his own eagerness.

That, though, is for another time. For now, her cunt aches from him more than her mouth does, with a deep throb that must be satisfied.

From: (Anonymous)

“You agree with me, Percival, don’t you?” she says, as she straddles him, though she knows he would not be doing this if he didn’t. She sinks down onto him slowly, feels the luxurious slide of him deep inside her where she’s wet and open – and just a few weeks ago, this hurt, made her ache and burn deep inside to take something so big and new, and look how much progress she’s made. Now, she can take him easily, root him inside her first try until she can feel him deep, hot and hard, filling her in ways no one else ever has, no one else ever could. “Whitestone must be kept in the family. This- ah, oh, brother- this is for a higher cause.”

If it was, once, it certainly isn’t now, but the lie makes things easier. She tells herself higher cause even as she clenches around him, moans to know how deep he is inside her, because the alternative is admitting that this has gone far beyond duty now. Admitting that she loves this, loves her tight, wet cunt spread wide around the fatness of her brother’s cock, that she rides him out of pleasure more than necessity.

“Oh, oh- Yes, sister,” breathes Percival, both rapturous and tentative as always, like he can’t quite believe he’s allowed this after everything he’s done. He settles her skirts around them, hiding the point where they join as if that will hide the sin of what they do, and reaches up to hold her waist in the broad callous of his palms. “Yes, I do agree- but Cassie, Cass, please, let me fill you-”

Laced into a tight corset-bodice, she's thin, almost fragile beneath his hands, but he knows that it’s an illusion. She has a spine of steel, after all, an unbreakable spirit that even the Briarwoods only managed to bend. So he fucks her, deep and hard, with thrusts that alternate between languid-slow and punishingly fast – she will not shatter under the force of it, he knows, will relish the ache that stays hours after he’s finished pounding into her and how deep she can feel his spend inside her.

Neither of them know how they will explain it, when she starts swelling with child. It is inevitable that she will, given how often Percy fills her – four times this week alone, because he is nothing if not focused, dedicated, when he commits himself to a project – and how eagerly, how willingly she accepts his spend. It’s what they both want, more than anything, why they started these illicit meetings in the first place. To fill Cassandra with de Rolo seed, to turn her round and heavy and swollen with child, to ensure Whitestone would have heirs aplenty from the true family line.

The logical choice would be to find her a suitor, a husband. It would give Whitestone a Lord-by-marriage, and their coming heir a legitimate lineage, all in one – but neither can bear to consider another man touching Cassandra, wooing her, taking her to bed.

The mere thought of it makes Cassandra clench around her brother as he pushes deep into her, as though she could keep him inside her forever – makes Percival thrust up into her harder until she’s crying out in short, staccato-sharp bursts. She comes again, then, to the slap of her brother’s balls against her slick-wet cunt, and the slide of his cock deep within her, in the private, secret places she saves just for him. To the knowledge that, soon, he will fill her once more, and that soon she will grow fat with the fruits of their labour, with her brother’s child, without ever having tolerated the touch of another man.

She is, after all, quite sure that no one will be able to satisfy her like her Percival does. Because, despite all his faults, despite all his past sins that he has paid for with his tongue and fingers and thick, blood-hard cock… who could ever know her better than her brother?

From: (Anonymous)
OP here~
Ohhhhh my god oh my god thank you so much this is AMAZING, aaaaaaa and you even did a pregnancy thing skdbdjfhevdbd I can't thank you enough!!!
From: (Anonymous)
OP, you are more than welcome, given how much fun I had writing this - I'm glad you enjoyed it, and super glad you enjoyed the pregnancy thing since it seemed implied in the prompt but I wasn't quite sure...
From: (Anonymous)
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SWOON FROM THE INCREDIBLE HOTNESS

HOLY SHIT
WRITER
I
YOU
I AM SLAIN
Like damn, way to package everything I find hot and twisty into one fic with INCREDIBLE RAUNCHINESS and a DELIGHTFUL SPRINKLE OF 1800s RAUNCHY PORN AESTHETIC wow
They're so WELL-BRED and POSSESSIVE OF EACH OTHER and TOTALLY INTO IT holy jeeeeeeeeez

faints
From: (Anonymous)
this is like. holy shit. the third time I've read this? it's impossible not to fap to. thank you, thank you, thank you

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