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.
  
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• 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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Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies (8/9)

[(Anonymous)]

Months went by. Caleb and Molly slowly worked out a system for whenever circumstances and life on the road afforded them a night of privacy.

It would start with Molly asking Caleb a question, usually while holding Caleb close to him or cuddled up against him in turn, usually while pressing soft, lazy kisses to Caleb’s neck, his fingers, his cheeks.

That question was: “Do you want me to take care of you tonight?”

It was a question that meant a lot of things. It meant do you need to come upstairs so I can treat you gently? It meant do you want to lay down and let me massage the aches from your shoulders that you think no one sees you carrying?

And Just say the word and I’ll kiss you all over, I will run my hands over you without expectation, only the hope that you’ll forget before a little more.

And If you decide to let me undress you I will make you feel worshipped, never demeaned.

It meant I’ll work you open so slow and careful that when I push inside you you’ll forget that pain could even exist. I’ll whisper to you how bright and brilliant and worthy you are as I do my damndest to make you whimper and sigh and sing for me.

Sometimes Caleb would answer with a whispered “please” or a short “ja” or even just a nod. Sometimes he would bring one of Molly’s hands to his mouth to kiss as if in apology and say “I think I need to take it easy for tonight”, as if that was something that needed to be apologized for. When he said that, they would still retire upstairs together, but not necessarily together, and when they did they would spend a little while with Caleb studying his books or else sitting at the windowsill petting Frumpkin, and Molly would pray over his swords and occupy himself with some cards. When they decided they were both ready for bed, they would curl up together. Molly would hold Caleb close to him, careful and protective, rubbing his back or stroking his hair and trying to pour all the love he felt into those points of contact alone.

Sometimes, whatever form it took, the sense of being loved and cared for so freely and utterly would overwhelm Caleb and he would break down in tears, clinging to Molly and sobbing like a man being scoured clean of something filthy.

But they both knew the tears were something he needed, too.

And sometimes, instead, Caleb would smile at Molly, would lean close and press a quick kiss to his lips before murmuring “I would rather take care of you tonight, instead.”

That led to nights like this, nights of Molly stripped down and tied hand and foot to the bed, blindfolded – but not gagged, not yet, neither of them were ready for that yet but maybe they would be some day. Caleb knelt beside him, just as naked, hard and aching, but not touching either of them, not yet. Instead, he held a blood red candle high up over Molly’s torso, tilting it just so every now and then to let the wax dribble down onto his lover’s skin. A few drips and splatters were already drying there, mingling with the tattoos.

Every time a new stream of wax hit Molly, he would whine softly or sigh like he was only just remembering how to breathe, would writhe a little in his bonds but not out of any need to escape, only to chase the sensation even if they both knew Caleb would give only when he decided to. The buildup of wondering where the next splash of heat would come and when kept him right on the edge and he adored it. Wax that would have badly burned a human felt like nothing more than the first press of a hot massage rock on his flesh and the tickly sensation of drying wax only helped the pleasure linger. The push and pull of tension and release, heat and cool, it was utterly engrossing and made it so, so easy for him to fall into that dark, safe space in his head where everything was simple and everything made sense because Caleb would take care of him.

Except…

Except…

“Shite,” he hissed between his teeth. “Stop, stop.”