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An anon prompt fill from the crit kink meme.
Critical Role (Web Series) RPF, Sam/LiamSam and Liam get (more) drunk while recording an episode of their podcast. The unedited file somehow gets sent to the group who have some unexpected reactions to what they hear.
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A fill from the crit role kink meme, by Anon
"Percy's been having dreams for years, huh? Thinking they were just creepy dreams? Not realizing it was a demon in his head?
How about some sexual elements to those dreams? (Which, naturally, would make Percy less likely to discuss them with anyone. So it has like, a reason behind the porn.)
For example, smoke tendrils being used in interesting ways, breathplay, Percy waking up hard, Percy waking up sore, Percy waking up sticky, Percy waking up with weird scratches or bruises on his body, Percy waking up with sleep paralysis and starting to hallucinate ... there's a lot of ways to go with this.Kinks: breathplay (as in, mild strangulation via the smoke demon), edging, orgasm denial, making Percy beg, Percy crying, Percy starting to enjoy it and being horrified but still enjoying it, scratching, biting, mild bloodplay, Percy getting spitroasted by the smoke demon's tendrils/tentacles, Percy being immobilized by the demon's tendrils/tentacles. "
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“Percy, I just feel like… there’s something you’re not telling me.”
He wants to tell her. Gods, he wants to tell her. But looking into Keyleth’s earnest gaze, Percy can only give a wheezing sigh. “You know as much as I do, now,” he says with a bitter smile.
Keyleth stares at him a moment longer, and while she still seems troubled, she eventually nods and turns from him. He listens to her steps echo down the hallway away from his workshop.
It’s for the best. He’s not even certain his concerns are legitimate yet, anyway.
(And there’s no way he could bear telling her the entire, shameful truth.)
Yes, Percy is concerned about his strange dreams, as they are taking a physical as well as mental toll lately. After some nights, he’ll wake up quite exhausted. But he’s fine, really, no need to get anyone worked up about this matter when he’s already dragging his companions into so much horrid trouble already.
(His reticence has nothing to do with that fact that he’d be deeply, painfully ashamed to admit the other physical effects of the dreams. He’s woken a few times with his throat specifically feeling raw and used. On other mornings, he’ll be awkwardly sore in his thighs, abdomen, and other places. He tries to imagine what sort of repetitive movements might cause such fatigue, and swears his thoughts conjure up not just imaginings but memories.)
The only reason his pragmatic mind hasn’t chalked the physical effects up to mere sleepwalking or coincidence is that he can distinctly remember, each time, a familiar dark presence in the dreams. But that’s nothing new to Percy, nothing worth revealing to the others.
He can handle this.