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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.
  • 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 [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)
Liam reluctantly lets Sam slip out of him and settles down on his back, legs apart but the green satin still covering him. At least, it is until Sam kneels between his legs and urges him to spread wider, pushing the fabric up out of his way before sliding his hands under Liam’s ass and lifting until he can push back inside Liam once more.

It’s Liam’s turn to close his eyes because the way Sam’s looking down at him, as he begins to move long and slow, makes him feel like he’s going to come well before Sam does. Not that it’s a competition, but still.

Then Sam’s fingers wrap around Liam’s cock, stroking the smooth and somewhat damp satin over his length, and Liam groans, wordless and deep.

“God, you get so wet when you know I’m going to fuck you.” Sam’s voice is taut, serious, and Liam doesn’t think it’s a playful scene statement so much as a very real fact. “It’s so hot knowing I can do this to you.”

“There are a lot of things you can do to me,” Liam says, his own voice low with wanting.

Sam leans down, as much as he can anyway given their position, and Liam lifts himself up on his elbows; they meet halfway in a long kiss.

“Right now I just need to feel you come for me.” Sam nips Liam’s earlobe. “I want to know my baby mama’s getting off on this too.”

Liam pulls Sam’s hand up off his cock, presses it to his chest, thumb against one peaked nipple. “Feel that, darling, they’re getting bigger already.”

Sam pinches the dark peak; Liam’s cock twitches between them. “Lovely,” he murmurs. “And you were so brave showing off your belly before.”

“Did you say something to Mary at lunch that made her guess?”

“No, that was just Mary... although maybe she could tell just how much you want to be all pretty and plump with our baby.”

Liam groans. “Fuck. Sam.”

“Mmmm?”

“You can—go harder.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes.”

With a couple of quick movements his chemise is pushed right up until he might as well not be wearing it, and his damn ankles are on Sam’s damn shoulders, and holy fuck Sam’s so deep Liam’s pretty sure he’ll taste it when his lover comes.

“Better?”

“Oh my fuck,” Liam says, hands scrabbling at the blankets before he realizes he could have them somewhere more useful and starts playing with his nipples, rough tugs and tweaks that draw a broken moan from Sam when he sees what Liam’s up to.

“I need more hands.”

“No, you just need to keep fucking me through the mattress,” Liam says, which is the exact wrong thing to say because it draws Sam’s full attention to their current situation and, without the thin wall of witticisms between himself and Liam, he comes faster and harder—and louder—than apparently intended.

“Damn it.”

“It’s okay.”

Sam gives Liam a wicked smile. “I’ll make it okay.” He pulls out carefully, but Liam still feels the spill of seed on his thighs. Sam shifts down the bed, tucking a pillow under Liam’s ass to keep it raised. Liam gives him a quizzical look, and Sam goes belly-down between Liam’s thighs.

“I’m pretty sure you’re good and bred by now,” he says almost conversationally, his breath warm over Liam’s cock.

“Uh-huh.”

“So now I just need to clean up my mess.”

Liam takes in Sam’s full meaning a moment too late and reaches down to stop him. “Sam, no, you don’t have to—”

Sam just grabs Liam’s wrists, arresting them at his sides, and does what he set out to do.

Sam’s got a lot of varied talents with his mouth. He licks Liam showily and thoroughly clean, and leaves possessive little bite marks on his thighs, and mouths at Liam’s balls until Liam’s panting and begging. Getting eaten out always makes him squirm to begin with—he can’t do it to Sam at all, Sam’s too ticklish—but that first moment of how dirty it makes him feel makes him want to pull away.

Then the wrong-dirty feeling passes, and the right¬-dirty, the sinfully--dirty, feeling takes its place. He shudders and arches into Sam’s greedy lips and tongue, letting the whimpers and moans fall from his own lips as they will. Sam responds with hungry sounds that make Liam’s cock twitch where it’s pressed against Sam’s cheek, until he decides he’s at last had enough of that particular tease and lets Liam’s cock drag along his cheek until he can mouth at the head.

“Damn, girl…”

If there’s meant to be an end to that sentence, or some deeper meaning, it’s lost to the way Sam takes him in, a deep practiced swallow pushing the crown of his cock against the back of Sam’s throat at the same time as Sam slips one knowing finger into Liam’s ass. Liam groans with helpless pleasure. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, he realizes; Sam’s got him as bound with desire as with any ropes or cuffs they’ve ever tried.

“Sam—Sammy—fuck—”

Sam builds him up with knowing movements, laughing when Liam starts begging for release, and when he does finally let Liam come it’s mind-meltingly good.

Liam’s brain just goes away for a bit then; he’s aware of Sam’s weight shifting on the bed, water running in the bathroom as Sam presumably brushes his teeth for the second time, and the soft languid feeling of his own body as it relaxes after the intensity of the scene, but it all seems very distant. The lace is scratchy against his skin but he ignores that, pawing the chemise back into place and scooting over so Sam can curl up beside him. He doesn’t yet have the presence of mind or the physical command of his own body to actually get into the bed and, despite Sam’s avid cleaning efforts, he knows he’s going to have to either get up sometime soon or wake up in the morning feeling rather sticky.

Then Sam’s back with him, tugging the blanket that was folded across the bottom of the bed up over them and wrapping warm arms around him, and Liam decides that he’s not moving again ever.

“Do we need to debrief?” Sam asks, tone all reluctant seriousness.

“Not really... I mean, I wasn’t expecting any of this, and I’d love to know what brought the idea into your mind, but it’s been a lot of fun.”

Sam shrugs and smiles. “I don’t really know what made me think of it. The words just happened and then I realized I was actually getting into it.” He kisses Liam’s shoulder over the chemise strap. “Thank you for indulging me.”

“My pleasure.” Liam takes a proper kiss from him then, slow and soft. “Are you looking for a repeat performance?”

“I think we only need one kid,” Sam promptly responds and the two of them laugh. “But I wouldn’t mind more of this if you’re up for it.” And his fingers trace the soft satin over Liam’s chest, tease lightly at his nipples through it.

“The clothes, the pumping, or knowing I like to make myself pretty for you?” Liam asks, voice slipping back into the feminine pitch for a moment, and he feels more than hears the groan that rumbles from Sam’s chest.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

There’s not a lot more to say on the topic of debriefing. They find their phones and send their nightly texts. Amy’s response to Sam’s solemn news that Liam is pregnant is I’m not changing another diaper in my life, but mazel tov. Quyen’s response to Liam’s message that Sam is going to be a father again is, If you have a gender reveal party I’m disowning you both.

Eventually Liam stirs himself enough to get up and brush his teeth and make a cursory effort at cleaning up, so he’s not a complete mess in the morning.

He leaves the chemise on, though. He wants to spend one last night prettied up as Sam’s wife.
From: (Anonymous)
how are there no comments on this??? this is incredible! this is a work of art! kink art!!!
From: (Anonymous)
(same commenter) I read this two weeks ago and honestly? I have not been able to stop thinking about it even a little bit that whole time.
From: (Anonymous)
Author-anon: thank you so fucking much this is amazing feedback

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