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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

criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.

The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.

Now go forth and prompt!

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From: (Anonymous)

there's a REALLY GOOD fill like this on the first page but i am having a lousy day so i thought maybe i could prompt some more

just like. anything with Matt & Marisha hand-feeding their goth boy and lovin on that tummy. pls and thank you have a nice day

From:

afullmargin

On it. Any favorite foods, nonny? Explicit sexual content or focus on feeding and belly worship only?

From: (Anonymous)

!!! sweets/pastries would be really good... also an emphasis on the feeding and belly love would be great but honestly anything is fantastic, ilu

From: (Anonymous)

DA

OMG flaky pastries with loads of finger licking!

From: (Anonymous)

"What would you say if we had a thing we wanted to try but weren't sure you were into?"

Taliesin looks up from his cup of coffee. Matt and Marisha both look nervous and slightly guilty about whatever's on their minds.

"Like, a sex thing," Marisha continues.

"No, yeah, I figured." Taliesin leans back in his chair and considers. "I mean, it would all depend on what you're talking about? I'm up for a lot of things, and I know we have a lot of the same hard no's, so you're really gonna have to be specific."

"It's not that it's really weird- but it kinda is -and more that we're worried it'll...I don't know, sound bad." Matt frowns. "So I mean, if we remind you up front we're very, very attracted to you and very happy with how things are going as is-"

"I'm flattered, but please get to the point."

"Feeding," Marisha says abruptly. "We've been talking about wanting to feed you. Um, in bed."

Taliesin looks between the two of them. Marisha has gone pink, and Matt has that deer in headlights look he only gets when he feels really off-centered.

They were right; his first instinct, despite their warning, is to become self-conscious, and he catches himself lowering an arm over his stomach defensively without even meaning to. The only thing keeping him grounded is his absolute trust in these two.

"I can't say I've ever thought about it," he admits. "Like, I've been aware of that whole family of kinks, but I don't think I've ever really thought about myself in that position. And, ah, I gotta admit to some uncertainty, my being..." He gestures vaguely in the direction of his belly.

Matt regains some composure. "It isn't not about your body," he says. "But we love you, every part of you, so if you say no, we'll totally understand, and it won't change anything."

Taliesin chuckles. "I won't lie, I've always had that irrational fear in the back of my brain- that you guys were secretly disgusted by me."

"I love your belly," Marisha blurts out. "You're soft, and you're warm, and- I don't know where this came from, but one time you were eating a cupcake and I-" She breaks off, looking even more flushed than before, and Taliesin thinks it's only part embarrassment.

"We've talked about it a lot," Matt says. "I didn't think it was something I was into, but Marisha told me how she felt, and I thought about it. I thought about sitting you down in bed, maybe with a box of chocolates, and feeding them all to you one by one-"

"Wow, okay," Taliesin says, interrupting before Matt can get too into storytelling. It suddenly feels about ten degrees warmer in the kitchen. "I'm willing to give it a shot because I love you both. And you promise it's okay if I get a little freaked out..."

"Always," Marisha says, and her sincerity makes Taliesin's heart thump a little harder. He smiles.

"Then, yeah. Yeah, I'd be willing to try."

They give him enormous smiles, and Taliesin decides that even if this doesn't go well, it'll be worth it.

---

"You're still okay with this, right?" Marisha asks, half-dressed and seated in Taliesin's lap.

"I'm always happy when I'm naked in bed with you two."

Marisha tweaks one of his nipples, making Taliesin gasp softly. "You know what I mean."

"I know, I know." He smiles and kisses her. "I'm okay. I'll tell you if I'm not."

Matt appears at the doorway with a box in his arms. "Use the lights if you have to," he says. "Overwhelming you is half the fun."

"I've got it, I've been doing weird sex stuff longer than either of you." Taliesin gives Marisha another quick kiss and leans back against the headboard. "So what do you have for me?"

Matt opens the box as he and Marisha take a seat on either side of Taliesin. Up close, Taliesin recognizes the logo of one of their favorite bakeries, with a dozen perfect, still-warm glazed donuts.

Marisha delicately picks one up and holds it close to Taliesin's mouth. "I hope you're hungry," she says.

It is a very good donut. He makes it through the first one in just a few bites, and when Matt lifts a second to his lips, he feels all right about eating that, too.

On the fourth donut, he pauses halfway through, tilting his head back so he can breathe deeply.

"What color?" Matt asks, his fingers tracing lightly across Taliesin's belly.

"Green. Just a minute..." He shifts in his seat and finishes the donut, and Matt and Marisha give him quiet praise.

"What a good boy," Marisha says. She lightly squeezes his soft lower belly. "Only eight more to go."

"Jesus Christ."

It's strange; Taliesin wasn't sure he'd enjoy this, and the jury's still out, but overall? It feels nice, having his beautiful friends praising the one part of himself he's never particularly cared for.

By the time they're halfway through the box, he's really starting to feel the pressure.

"Are you guys sure you don't want one?" he asks, chest heaving. His stomach is past the point of "comfortably full". "They're really good, I ought to share."

Matt holds a donut in his hand and appears to consider it. "Nah," he says. "I'm good. What do you think, Marisha?"

"Hmmm." She leans forward and takes a bite out of the donut. "That is delicious," she says. She turns and gives Taliesin a long, deep kiss, his lips sticky with glaze. "Oh, but I like how it tastes on him so much better."

The more they feed him, the more they start to touch him. They massage his belly with purpose, stroking almost-but-not-quite painfully against his full stomach. They tease at his cock with light touches that are there one instant and gone in the next. Taliesin feels sort of like he does when he's hard and desperate to get off, breathless and in need of something, anything.

At donut ten, he gasps out, "Please, oh my god, I can't- I can't take any more."

"Are you sure?" Marisha asks. "What color, baby?"

He doesn't say "red." He doesn't even say "yellow", though it's on the tip of his tongue. "Green," he says. "Green, god, but I'm so- I'm so full."

Matt gives him a long, deep kiss. He wraps a hand around Taliesin's cock while kissing him, and it makes him cry out. "Just a little more," Matt says. "You can do it. We believe in you."

Taliesin whines, then slowly takes another bite.

He's not sure how long it takes to get through the whole box. It feels like hours, like they've been going all night long. He's on the verge of tears by the time they get to the last donut, but he still doesn't tap out. He's sweating and sticky and so full he feels like he'll never eat again.

"Good boy, Taliesin," Marisha coos when he's done. "Our good boy, eating everything. Oh, you're so pretty, aren't you?"

"Turn over, handsome. On your side." Matt gently nudges him, and Taliesin, with considerable effort, lays on his side, face-to-face with a grinning Marisha.

Marisha guides his cock inside her and makes a delicious moan. "You're so warm and full. Our big, beautiful boy."

Behind him, Matt is fingering his hole open, and Taliesin isn't sure his brain can even process everything that's going on, everything he can feel.

His cock inside Marisha and Matt's cock inside him- it makes the intense fullness of his stomach feel good. He can scarcely move, so Marisha fucks herself on his cock, kissing him, while Matt fucks him from behind, squeezing fistfuls of soft belly in his hands.

Taliesin is exhausted when they're done, half-asleep just moments after coming. Matt and Marisha try to rouse him, but eventually just hold him, cuddling him and giving him soft kisses.

Yeah, he's okay with this.