criticalkink | CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!

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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: Beauregard/Jester, friends to lovers

Body of comment: Jester's been letting Beau use her for sparring practice. That kind of proximity does things to a tiefling.

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:

"Punches and Pastries, Jester/Beauregard, M, 1/3"

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.

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The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.

Now go forth and prompt!

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When Lucien finally pulls out, his hands linger against Caleb’s skin for a few moments, before drifting off. He rises, matching his eyes on the two scourgers.

“Now, I know I’m quite impressive, but I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to have so enthused an audience, for this little show,” he says. “Who am I, to deny you what you’re looking for, this - heartfelt reunion. Am I not gracious?”

The chains vanish with but a thought, the two scourgers, Astrid and Eodwulf, tumbling to the ground. Before they can take any move to react, one red eye repositions itself in the ceiling overhead, staring down towards them and Caleb. The cone of anti-magic, presumably.

“Besides,” Lucien continues, “he looks so good wrecked as he is, I’d enjoy seeing him more thoroughly debauched, wouldn’t you?”

He steps back, leaving the two of them standing. They rub at their wrists, and glance between each other, Lucien, and Caleb, a silent conversation about their next move.

Whatever it is, Essek doesn’t catch the intent, because instead, he’s falling, the chains gone in an instant. He stands, starts to move closer to Caleb, before a hand grabs him by the back of his neck, gripping him around the throat. Lucien slides his fingers up into a grip in Essek’s hair, and tugs him backwards. He’s forced to his knees, before where Lucien sprawls across the reformed throne, the hand relenting but not quite releasing.

“Not yet, pet,” Lucien murmurs softly in his ear. He’s not sure if the vicious edge is for any of the many spells he threw against the man in their battle, or at not following his planned out scene to the precision he’d have liked. “Sit back and enjoy the show.”

Looking back, the pair of scourgers have decided to follow Lucien’s instructions. Neither wastes much time with formalities - Eodwulf, already fully erect, slides into the same position Lucien had, while Astrid nimbly pushes herself up to straddle against Caleb’s chest, before pressing into his mouth. The pair of them are as silent as Caleb, and move in unison, the kind that leaves the impression of a charm effect - or experience.

“Not big on foreplay, are they?” Lucien comments lightly. “I think I can train them out of that.”

Astrid shifts back, lingering for a moment to brush the hair out of Caleb’s eyes, before turning to face her partner and sliding herself onto Caleb’s cock. Her hands grip Eodwulf’s shoulders to steady herself, and his arm frame her as he holds Caleb’s hips.

They look like some strange piece of clockwork, as they slip into their rhythm. Both scourgers remain stoic, the only emotion across their faces exertion, only flushed skin and their clear arousal as signs that they’re affected by any of it.

The scene continues for a long while, before, with no warning, Lucien calls out - “Stop!” and the tableau freezes in place. It takes a moment for Essek to realize that they have not stopped of their own accord, not frozen in time but held stiffly in place, muscles tense mid-motion. “We don’t want the fun to end too early, now do we?”

He drops whatever hold he has over them, and they stagger back into movement. For her part, Astrid pulls back shortly after, trading penetration for frottage. Eodwulf falls back into pace, speeding up a little.

Lucien doesn’t call stop again, not even when Eodwulf comes, falling against Astrid. She comes to a stop as well, shortly after, and turns to look over to Lucien, still silent, eyes cast in shadow as she doesn’t quite glare at him.

He claps a few times, slowly, rising and half dragging Essek to his feet as he does. “You’re certainly a quiet lot,” he remarks. “I had higher expectations, but I’m sure you’ll improve, with a bit more effort. You both strike me to the sort that would sing beautifully under the right attention.”

They’re both pulled off in chains again. Essek keeps his eyes on Lucien, who pulls his hand away from his neck, circling around to the other side of the table where Caleb still lies, breathing heavy and shifting with each moment.

“Ah, but they’ve seen him like this before, haven’t they. Whereas you’ve only dreamed of it, isn’t that right?” Lucien asks. “But oh, we’re here to make dreams into reality, aren’t we? Come on, now, pet. Set the stage for us.”

He has no interest, in setting the stage, in risking another eye latched to his soul, but he’s not an idiot, and he’s not quite that self-sacrificing, even if part of him might wish he could be. And, perhaps, he’s not uncurious, as to exactly what it feels like, to bend reality itself with just a thought.

The room that rises around them is from the house back in Rosohna. Caleb never invited him back, into this bedroom attached to the half-lab half-library, but what’s one more intrusion, among all the rest?

It feels more real than he’d expected. He can smell paper and books, mixed with incense, component grade. Further back, the lab’s chemicals, the faint whiff of home cooking. The room is slightly messy, as if they had been studying, and the sheets on the bed Caleb lies against are ruffled.

Caleb looks ruined. Sticky and wet, come dripping out of him, mouth hanging open.His eyes are still shut, not pressed tightly, just closed, in a way that’s almost peaceful.

If this had been part of the fantasy it almost resembles, the one where they fall together as they might have, if they were different people, he would have kissed Caleb. He can’t bring himself to steal that sort of intimacy, and instead, he climbs into the bed beside him.

“Caleb,” he murmurs, which gets his friend's eyes to open. They aren’t quite focused, don’t quite meet his, but they’re still blue, not red. Essek takes a few moments before he looks away, starts to straddle Caleb - keep the show on the road.

He takes them both in hand - he’s been erect himself from near the start, unfortunately, and it’s yet to have faded. He’s wet enough that the friction is minimal, the contact pleasant, if slightly rushed.

Caleb’s eyes stay locked on his, and, across the link, he begs, again, no more consistent, just another litany of please, but directed at Essek, this time, if not solely than with all the force.

He expects Lucien to call out another stop, to pull them back, to demand more or to exert punishment or to take the final moment for himself. He doesn’t - Caleb comes, across Essek’s hands and his own chest, and Essek pulls his hand off, coming himself shortly after.

“See? All your heart’s desires,” Lucien murmurs, pressing up against Essek’s back in a way that makes him freeze up, tense. “Well, all the ones that don’t go against mine, at least.”

Lucien pulls back. “I’m afraid I’ve other business, to turn my fullest focus towards - but, please, make yourselves at home, pets. Don’t worry - I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

Reality bends in on itself, and he vanishes. The room from Rosohna falls away, leaving just a simple, empty room, no throne, no chains, and a red eye sat in the ceiling, gazing down at them.

Essek pushes himself up against the wall, bringing his knees towards his chest, and waited. Waited for either of the scourgers to make their next move, waited for Lucien to return, or, both best and worst of all - for Caleb to wake up.

So hot

CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

FILL: the wizard(s) mine - (Lucien/Caleb, Caleb/Astrid/Eodwulf, Caleb/Essek, non-con) - 2/2

Re: FILL: the wizard(s) mine - (Lucien/Caleb, Caleb/Astrid/Eodwulf, Caleb/Essek, non-con) - 2/2