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

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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: 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.

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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Filled here and on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14950760

Eighty-three. The number made Caleb’s heart sink at first. He only has eighty-three gold pieces, but thanks to the less subtle members of the Mighty Nein, he might know how to get a discount.
“Guten Abend, Herr Sol,” he starts, haltingly.
Pumat Prime holds up a massive hand. “Pumat, please.”
Caleb chews the corner of his lip. He’s done everything he can to ingratiate himself with the enchanter. He’s uncomfortably clean, and his hair is combed, and his threadbare clothes are as clean as they get. He feels exposed already, but he needs his ink and his paper, and he’s thought enough about this to be sure it’s what he wants. The idea actually makes him tingle between his legs and low in his belly.
He forces a tiny, nervous smile. “Pumat.”
“What brings you here on this fine day?”
“I would like to purchase more scribing supplies,” Caleb says, keeping his eyes fixed on Pumat’s left shoulder. “More than I have the gold for, at this time.”
Caleb takes a shaking breath. Pumat’s eyes bore into him, calm but somehow so, so knowing. He feels naked already.
“I have. Heard,” he says, haltingly, “That there may be a. Discount. Available. For certain customers.”
He can’t help the shy, sly smile that comes to the side of his mouth when he sees the enchanter’s smile becomes strained and he motions one of the other Pumats over to the counter.

His cock is, as expected, huge. Just looking at it makes Caleb dizzy with want, makes desire curl in his belly. By the time he’s bent over Pumat Prime’s worktable in the back, mewling like a fucking kitten as huge fingers work him soft and loose, he’s so hard it almost hurts.
“You’re a pretty thing, ain’t ya?”
Caleb feels himself flush, squirms at the gentle touch of huge fingers spreading him open, tries to relax as he feels the very tip of Pumat’s massive cock push into him. It’s almost too much, the insane stretch, but he’s dripping slick and Pumat goes slow and steady, and soon the discomfort subsides just enough to feel him lighting up every nerve inside him.
“Don’t worry about the table, there, friend. It’s seen all kinds of mess.”
As if Caleb could have stopped himself from drooling all over the place. He gets up on it properly, knees tucked up against fine, dark wood so that Pumat doesn’t even have to bend to keep fucking him senseless. He groans into his folded arms, slick thighs shaking from the effort it takes not to collapse.
“You’re doin’ a great job,” he says, absently. “Such a nice toy.”
Caleb can hear the low hum of ongoing enchantment as Pumat Prime weaves complex spells into the staff he has floating just above Caleb’s ass. This is the best part, he realizes, the part that makes his eyes roll back in his head. Being used, like this is what he was made for. It makes a giddy half-grin spread across his face, makes his cock jump against the smooth table.
There are footsteps just outside, and then they are inside the room with them. Caleb can’t stifle his moan, even as the back of his neck burns with shame. Pumat Prime doesn’t stop fucking him.
“We got a real big spender out front, Prime,” says another Pumat.
“I heard,” Prime says, gives an especially hard thrust that makes fireworks burst behind Caleb’s eyes and forces a gasp out of him, orgasm building low in his belly. “I’ll be out in just a minute.”
He starts to pull out, and Caleb starts to panic, rocks back onto him. He’s so close, he’s so close and it’s been so long.
“No, no, please, mehr, bitte--”
The other Pumat Sol takes the back of his neck in a huge hand and guides him back down. Caleb’s stomach goes loose and gooey in the nicest way and he settles.
“That’s it, easy, I’ve got you.”
It’s technically the same man, the same cock, but the idea of being passed around, along with the return of that sweet stretch, sends him over the edge before it’s even all the way in. He bites his sleeve hard and gasps and tries not to pass out as his hips buck weakly, and he cums all over himself and the table. Pumat groans, chuckles low in his throat, his hands settling at Caleb’s waist. Firbolg hands are so massive, Caleb so thin, that they close entirely around with room to spare.
“That’s a real nice welcome,” he says, “Let’s see how many we can get out of ya.”
Sparks shoot up his spine. He whines, squeals as the new Pumat rolls his hips, forces another weak dribble out of his already spent cock. It’s too much, his nerves are still raw and the over-stimulation hurts in the best way.
“Bitte, bitte,” he begs anyway, “Please, fuck me, use me.”
He completely loses track after awhile. The Pumats come and go often and sooner than he thought was possible he’s almost hard again but he cums anyway. Caleb’s knees give out, and strong, gentle hands hold him up while each one takes his pleasure. It feels amazing to go boneless, to be so small but so secure, to need do nothing but feel and bite back awful, humiliating noises while they milk him dry. To linger, senseless and giddy, as each one cums inside him.
He lays there on the worktable for a while after they’re done with him, exhausted, sore, and very sticky until Pumat Prime comes back and waves him clean with a single hand. One of the Pumats brings him a waterskin in passing, while Prime toys with his hair and gently rubs the ache out of his shoulders.
“Stay here for a while,” he says in his slow voice. “Don’t wanna work a favored customer to death, do I?”
This is what Caleb wishes death is, in his lightheaded state. Soft, sleepy, still feeling how deliciously loose and soft he must be after being spread so wide and used so well.
“Suppose you’ll be wanting that discount.”
“I want twenty-five percent, Pumat,” Caleb says, waving a finger woozily in the enchanter’s direction. “No less.”
A laugh rumbles low in Pumat Sol’s throat.

Yassssss

CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

Favored Customer, Pumat Sol/Caleb (Size Kink/Overstimulation/Prostate Milking)

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