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!
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Now go forth and prompt!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(A/N this definitely is more dubcon than I thought it would be, hope that’s not too big a dealbreaker? also, I’m pretty sure this is the weirdest dirty talk I’ve ever written and that’s saying something.)

The others leave soon enough. They have things to do, after all, better things than to stand about in Caleb’s room and watch him transcribe spells, no matter how much they may want to keep an eye on the Shadowhand.

It is six hours of work. The transcription of spells is a tedious process. He looks up, less frequently as the time progresses, checking to ensure that Essik has not grown annoyed with the slow speed, does not regret his decision.

Each time he looks up he finds the Shadowhand watching over him with a steady smile and far too sharp eyes. He knows the time he has offered, and he offers it freely. Or, as freely as anything can be offered - which is not so free at all.

When it is done, the final arcane rune set against the page - with near the last of his ink along with it, Essik snaps the book away and lets it vanish into the ether. He is uncertain, whether the power that Essik shows is a sign he is of a higher power level or merely the inherent strength of the dunamantic arts, but he is certain, that Essik has that advantage, clear cut, over him.

“I do not like-“ he starts to say, md struggles over the lump in his throat, “I do not like owing debts. This opportunity is a great one. However you would like me to repay it, I am willing.”

“I am not here to trade debts,” Essik starts, calmly, “I offer this knowledge as-“ he trails off, looking down, to where Caleb now has dropped to his knees, forcing his eyes upward to maintain contact. Essik‘s steady face flickers for a moment, as he takes the situation in. “Is this what you think of us?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I know my place,” Caleb tells him, not moving. “However you want me to show it, I am willing.”

The Shadowhand’s smile turns into a smirk. “You are a fascinating one, Caleb Widogast,” he remarks, drifting closer. “If this is how you would like to repay me, then I will consider any debts between us paid in full.”

Essik shifts, beneath that all encompassing mantle, pulling the cloth aside to reveal trousers already untied and shifted down. Caleb wonders, for a moment, whether Essik merely moves swiftly or if he had already begun, wonders what point his hands had moved down towards his pants, what thing had prompted his acceptance.

And then, he wonders no longer, because Essik has floated even closer, and his attention is quite focused on the task at hand. His dick is of a rather average size, especially for an elf, the only remarkable thing about it the coloration and the neatly groomed white hair at the base.

He runs his mouth along the top, tasting that typical tang of magic that clings against the skin of arcane practitioners, flavored with that subtlety he can only assume is the Dunamancy, and then presses soft sucking kisses to the head. He presses up against Essik’s thigh, sucking gently at his balls, and against his cheek he can feel the Drow slowly growing hard.

He pulls back, dragging his tongue along the underside of Essik’s cock, and then he takes the head of it inside his mouth.

Looking up, as he sucks and swirls his tongue, Essik is gazing down at him with that same, steady smile across his face. One of his hands has shifted to rest half curled in Caleb’s hair, with no force behind it providing only the faintest presence, and as Caleb sucks harder, he doesn’t even stuffer, the only change a subtle widen to that smirk.

“You’re good at this,” Essik remarks, nonchalant, as Caleb takes another inch of his dick deeper into his mouth. “Not quite so good as to catch me off guard, if that is what you were hoping, but talented nevertheless.”

Caleb chokes at the implication, and tries to pull back, to retort, but the hand laid lightly in his hair is a firmer presence now, not strong enough to prevent but a clear enough signal not to be ignored.

“No, you’d have little to gain from such a measure,” Essik continues, “and you are smart enough, to time such a risky encounter for when it would gain more benefit. But, by that same measure, you’re smart enough to have more reasoning behind this than a simple repayment of debts.”

Caleb is bobbing his head, now, with each movement driving Essik’s cock deeper and deeper into his mouth and the edge of his throat. By now, he is used to hands gripping him firmly and thrusting hips doing most of the work, but Essik seems content to remain completely passive, his authority upheld by a single hand and the constancy of his voice, which keeps an even tone free of stutters even the deeper Caleb gets.

“Perhaps,” Essik suggests, “this is just another step towards winning my favor. No matter how business like the encounter, it is a boundary crossed, and it can not help but raise you in my eyes. Simple behavioral training, then, to encourage I return and share more of the secrets of dunamancy with you, in the expectation I will be similarly rewarded? Or a loftier goal in mind, hoping my trust will grant you access to more power and more secrets of the inner workings of the Dynasty? So many goals would lead you to want that, both aligned with mine and otherwise.”

He chokes, at each accusation, throat clenching tighter around Essik’s dick, and he hopes that it isn’t any signifier of guilt, each tense pulse of anxiety racing through his blood and accelerating his movements.

“Or, perhaps, your motive is altogether much simpler,” and the fingers in his hair are tighter, and near pull against him. “You favor, such a position, on your knees and serving, no control, hoping that those with more power than you ever dreamt would deign to grant you their attention. You enjoy this, don’t you, offering yourself to someone who you barely know, because you knew that I would take you like this, in the way that you deserve.”

Any attempt at even trying to maintain eye contact is lost. He buries his face into purple skin and white hair and chokes around Essik. He’s gotten himself hard, now, can feel the outline of his own dick pressed against his trousers.

“Pretty as you look for me,” Essik tells him, “I think you’d look far better, bent across your desk, or spread out for me, wanting, willing to serve in any way I asked. What would it have took, for you to offer me that, more lessens, or would you give it to me freely, with no payment? Would you allow me, if I took you now and gave you all the attention you deserve?”

When Essik comes, he grips at Caleb’s hair, shooting straight in to Caleb’s throat and leaving him coughing and choking on his seed. At first, he takes the fingers as a forceful gesture, locking him in plave, but then the foot brushes up against his thigh, unsteady, Essik standing uncertain on the ground before him, gripping fingers holding himself upright for the moments before his concentration returns and the spell which keeps him floating above the ground resumes.

He drifts back, and lets the mantle fall back into place, hiding him as he adjusts himself back into formality. A single lock of hair has fallen out of place, but other than that, it would just as simply be that nothing out of place has occurred.

Caleb doesn’t rise immediately. He brushes the spittle and come that stains his lips aside, and runs a hand through his hair in some sense of neatening it that likely only ruins the whole affair. He shifts back, relieveing the pressure off his knees, but still sitting on the ground.

Essik looks at him with eyes far too sharp and far too perceptive, that seem to stare through him, and they spend a moment in silence, collecting themselves.

“A pleasure,” the Shadowhand says, back to that inane, pleasant smile, before drifting out of the room to make his leave.

Caleb closes the door behind him, and sits at his desk, staring at the two new spells, studying over the theory behind their construction as best he can, until the last traces of the hardness dies down again.

There is work to be done, after all. He can’t afford to be more distracted than he already has become.

OP here to say this is all I ever wanted and thank you for returning my drunken post in full :3

Holy shit anon this is G R E A T. God, I love the tense ambiguity laced through all of this, the fencing for position and the feeling out of each other's political motives. THAT DIRTY TALK, HOLY SHIT, INCREDIBLE. DELICIOUS. And ugh, I love the ambiguity of how Caleb feels about this encounter, the way that he's willing to give himself over for the sake of his goals (and the implication that he's done so before in even less savoury circumstances, oh man).

CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

Fill: Paid in Full (Essik/Caleb, E, blowjobs, possible dubcon)

Re: Fill: Paid in Full (Essik/Caleb, E, blowjobs, possible dubcon)

Re: Fill: Paid in Full (Essik/Caleb, E, blowjobs, possible dubcon)