criticalkink | CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

The rules are under the cut for you to read if you haven't already checked out the profile!

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.
No existing-partner-bashing. Omit them if you like, or play along with the general vague CR-RPF fandom consensus that hall passes exist, just don't be a dick.
Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role cast or crew member as a main part of the prompt.
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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It's interesting; you'd think that because you're on top, you'd be more in control of the pace and the movement and the rhythm. But although he's held down by your weight, he still has more control than you do and than you'd expected.

And it is delightful. Oh, it's not like you don't have to move at all, but rocking down as he rises to meet you, feeling the languid slides of his cock inside you, seems to be effortless. At the same time you're aware of the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead and across your breasts, just little dots testifying to the very real workout you're going through.

"It's 'the third', not 'god, fuck', but I'll accept it," Taliesin says with a laugh, and you feel yourself blush. You get one hand down between your legs and under his cock to tickle lightly at his balls by way of revenge, since you can't do much else, and he squirms under you, the laugh turning to a surprised giggle that's absurdly cute.

It doesn't take long for him to switch back from cute to sensual though, as his mouth comes down on your shoulder, kissing and nibbling softly, his hands still on your breasts and clit respectively continuing to work their magic. It's almost like having two people touching you, his hands and mouth seemingly everywhere, and you feel yourself ramping up toward coming remarkably quickly.

"Tal--"

The fingers on your clit stop circling, pulling back to rest damp on your thigh, and his other hand stops pressed against your sternum. "Can you wait for me, darling?" he murmurs. "I'm getting there too."

You manage a breathless "uh-huh" and expect him to pick up the pace, but he sticks with the same established rhythm. That alone is driving you wild even without the added fun of what his hands were doing to you, and you made a discontent noise. You feel him grin against the back of your shoulder.

"I didn't say I was going to make it easy for you, now did I?"

"You're terrible."

"I imagine you already knew that when we first met." He rubs just one fingertip in very tiny circles over your clit and for a second you think it's going to be too much in the oversensitive, unpleasant sort of way, but as soon as you muster up a squeak of indignation he pulls his hand back again. "For that matter, I imagine you've been well aware of it for a good while, depending on how long you've been watching the show."

You don't say anything to this because you don't need to.

He's still only moving with you at a steady but gentle pace, and while you're happy to at least try to hold out until he's close, the fact is that after the way he plundered you with his mouth and fingers, slow and soft isn't going to cut it for much longer.

Some of this must get expressed in the tension of your body or the noises you're making, because Taliesin slows down until you're just barely rocking atop him.

"Still having fun, sweetheart?"

"Yes..."

"I sense a 'but'."

"That's because I'm sitting on you." You wiggle your ass a little and get the satisfaction of feeling him jerk under you, trying to push back into your heat.

"I did say you'd get to see me." He kisses the side of your neck as softly as a snowflake landing on a leaf. "The only question is whether you want to be on your back, or just turn around and keep riding."

You're pretty damn sure that Taliesin knows where you want this to end, and he only confirms as much when you've lifted off of him and made a move to stretch out on your back by pouncing on you as soon as you're halfway there. The warm solidity of his body atop yours is everything.

Then he slides back into you and you realize that no, this is everything.

His mouth descends upon yours as he begins to move in you once more and you return the kiss, eyelashes fluttering half closed and then opening again to meet his gaze. You're used to closing your eyes when you kiss but there's something too ethereal and compelling about the look in his eyes that means you can't look away.

Both of you are very much done with slow and soft. Taliesin's hands pin your wrists to the bed, squeezing just beyond the point of playfulness, and he grins when that makes you buck up under him.

"That's it, darling," he murmurs, mouth moving to the side of your neck and leaving a mark where neither your cosplay nor your skin tone is entirely going to conceal it. "Are you afraid of the big bad fey lord?"

"No." You want to bite him in return, settle for wrapping your arms and legs around him. "I knew what you were when I picked you up."

"Good girl."

Neither of you make much more in the way of coherent words after that, because the talking is fun but it's also distracting you both from what your most basic of instincts is right now telling you is the more important activity. He does gasp out a few more endearments but it's delightful to know that you're having as big an effect on him as he is on you.

Your name on his lips when he at last comes really does sound as though it's in some wild magical language. You don't know how your answering cry sounds to him, but it doesn't matter, it's all lost in sensation. Your whole body trembles with the strength of your orgasm and you cling tight to him because, as unreal as this all seems, he's the only thing keeping you grounded.

He's sweetly solicitous afterward, washing your back in the shower (it is crowded; neither of you care), kissing you over and over as he dries you off and helps you reassemble your costume.

You're just adjusting your array of necklaces, only half-heartedly attempting to hide the hickey on your neck, when Taliesin nudges the back of your hand with a little bottle.

"Here's a mark you can leave on me, if you like."

~~~

Later, you're in a room packed with Critters, sure you can still smell him on you despite the shower. The room is full, you're not that close to the front, but you still see it when he walks out and waves to the audience: the light glinting off the gold tips of his purple-painted nails, matching your own fingernails where they're clasped in your lap.

The hickey will fade and the polish will chip, but the memory will stay.

CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 5/?

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