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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...
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 tocriticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.
The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
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!
Re: Caleb/Astrid/Edowulf, practically anything goes
Date: 2019-04-04 02:20 am (UTC)And I, also, adore the idea of them being a poly mess and sharing Caleb and stuff when they were younger, and I don't see a lot of it, so it's nice to know that I'm not alone in liking this.
Re: Caleb/Astrid/Edowulf, practically anything goes
Date: 2019-04-04 11:21 am (UTC)Fill: Dawn and Dusk (Caleb/Astrid/Eodwulf)
Date: 2019-04-06 06:08 am (UTC)The last few hours before Caleb left for the academy, his parents made sure that he had the herbs that would dampen his pheromones and make his heats better. They reminded him to brew a cup of tea using them or his omega scent would start to become stronger. They had fussed over him as they brushed his hair back and told him to do this and that. He laughed and told them that he would be fine. No one would find out. He’d be careful.
He’d met his roommates, Astrid and Eodwulf. They were weren’t much older than him, a little less than a year. They were both alphas, which made Caleb a little wary. That was quickly assuaged though. They were amazing, and Caleb was starting to develop a crush on both of them after just a couple months.
And then his heat came. It was stronger than it should be, and he realized that he had forgotten to make his tea the last two days.
“Scheisse,” he muttered. Thankfully, it was one of the few weekends they had completely off, and Astrid and Eodwulf had decided to go to the other side of town with some friends to go drinking and whatnot for the weekend.
He laid in bed for most of the first day, sweating and uncomfortable, sharp pain stabbing his abdomen. The first day was always the worst. The second day was a little better, his cramps weren’t nearly as painful, but he was also hornier, which was its own kind of mortifying. He read and tried to ignore the occasional floating thought of sex. After a few hours of successfully ignoring it, the thought of how Astrid and Eodwulf would act during his heat passed through his mind. He tried to dismiss the thought, but it kept circling in his head, and without his permission, his brain started to think about what it would be like. He imagined that they would tease him, fingering him and barely there touches on his cock, until he was a panting, begging mess. Astrid would hold him down and whisper filthy things in his ear, like how good he looked getting fucked, and Eodwulf would fuck him, slowly at first, but then he would get more frenzied and start fucking him harder, and Caleb would come again, and Eodwulf would come and knot him. It’d feel so good to be knotted, to be tied to an alpha, to Eodwulf, that way.
He was clutching his book and trying and failing to read as he felt his cock harden and slick dampen his thighs. He jumped when he heard the door start to unlock, and someone cursed as they shoved the door in, knocking the chair over that Caleb had placed under the handle as an extra precaution. And then the two people he’d just been fantasizing about walked in.
“What the fuck?” Eodwulf muttered as he walked in. “Why does it smell like an omega in heat in here?”
Astrid took one look at him and slammed the door closed and locked the door. Caleb’s eyes widened as he scrambled backwards and pressed his back against the wall.
Astrid’s eyes widened and she held her hands out. Caleb flinched. “Bren, Schatz, it’s okay. I just didn’t want anyone else smelling and coming in here. That’s all.”
Eodwulf glanced between them and his eyes widened and he muttered, “Oh.”
“Please, don’t tell anyone. I’ll get kicked out if they know I’m an omega. Please,” he begged.
Eodwulf was nodding along, but Astrid bit her lip and said, “I’m not sure about that. Omegas aren’t allowed in for a reason. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I’m good at this. You both know that. Master Ikithon has been speaking with me privately, the same as you two. I work and study hard. I deserve to be here. Please,” he begged.
Astrid still looked uncertain.
“Astrid, he’s right. He’s better at magic than both of us. And I don’t,” he paused, glancing at Caleb, his eyes softening for just a moment. “I don’t want to do this without him. We’re a team.”
She sighed and nodded. “Okay. You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“You won’t tell anyone?” he asked.
“No, of course not,” she replied.
He relaxed a little bit and nodded.
“What are you doing back?” Caleb asked.
“We weren’t having much fun, and we realized that we’d rather be hanging out with you,” Eodwulf said as he and Astrid sat down on his bed, which was in the middle, with Caleb’s being the farthest from the door.
Caleb’s cheeks heated up and there was a pleasant gooey feeling in his stomach. Astrid and Eodwulf both stiffened as they breathed in his scent, which must have just gotten a little bit stronger.
“Do you, do you want help with… with that?” Astrid asked.
Caleb felt his face flush again, the image of Astrid holding him down and Eodwulf fucking him flashed through his mind.
“Um,” he thought about asking, but something uncomfortable squirmed in his stomach at the thought of actually doing it. He’d only kissed one person, an older boy visiting from out of town, and then he’d asked Caleb to get on his knees, and Caleb had said no. The boy had stopped being nice and had sneered at him, telling him that whores didn’t have a choice. Caleb had kicked him and ran. He’d vowed after that that his first time would be with someone who he trusted.
“We don’t have to have sex or anything,” Eodwulf piped up when he noticed that Caleb was hesitating. “We could just hold you. I think I read somewhere that contact with others helps a heat to pass faster.”
Caleb thought it over for a moment before nodding. It took some shuffling, and they had to push Eodwulf’s bed against his to fit all of them, but soon Caleb was laying between them. Eodwulf was flush against his back, his arm wrapped around his waist, heavy and protective. Astrid was wrapped around his front and had tucked his head against her chest as she slowly ran her fingers through his hair. He felt safe and warm and protected. And he thought, Oh, this is what it’s like to have alphas. He liked it. It wasn’t controlling and degrading like he had thought it might be. He just felt good as he drifted off to sleep.
After that, they had become more inseparable than before. A month later, they’d had sex together for the first time, not during a heat. They didn’t want the rush of hormones that a heat caused to affect their first time. And it had been so much better than Caleb had imagined. It had been awkward and fumbling and they’d laughed a fair amount, but Eodwulf and Astrid had both fingered him, taking turns, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t hurt him, for so long, Caleb had tears brimming in his eyes and had been begging them to fuck him. Astrid had gotten that evil smirk of hers and she’d told him that he had to prove that he deserved to be fucked. She straddled his face and told him that he had to make her come first, and he wasn’t allowed to use his hands, just his mouth. He had eaten her out enthusiastically, wanting to please her, and she had come quickly. And then, Eodwulf had grabbed his thighs and urged Caleb to wrap his legs around Eodwulf’s waist before he had slowly slid in, going painstakingly slow to make sure Caleb was comfortable. Astrid held him down and soon Eodwulf was fucking him, and it didn’t last long. It had been awkward and messy and hot and perfect.
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They spent heats together, none of them ever as bad as the first one. And they had gotten into such a sweet rhythm, even with the added stress of training under Ikithon. Their relationship, sometimes, was the only thing holding them together. And then, they had gone home.
They were going to graduate soon, and everything was perfect. And then Astrid learned her parents were traitors, and Eodwulf and Bren’s parents were traitors, too. And her sweet Bren had looked so upset and lost. They told Ikithon, and he told them what they had to do. She knew she’d have nightmares the rest of her life of her parents choking on poison, and Eodwulf would wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, his eyes haunted as he felt the hot splash of his parents blood on his face. Astrid seethed at their parents betrayal. How could they do this to their children? She was worried about what this would do to Bren. He was so good at torture, at getting information out of dissidents, but Astrid knew the toll it took on him. He’d been getting more and more nightmares recently. He denied it, claimed he was fine, but Astrid saw the tormented look in his eyes. She wished she could take this burden from him.
They watched as Bren set his childhood home on fire, and things were awful, but then they turned horrifying. His parents started screaming, and Bren’s face went slack. Bren stumbled forward a few steps, and they had called out to him. He started running towards the house, and Astrid and Eodwulf gave each other a confused look before understanding dawned on them. Bren was running to his house to burn with his parents. They ran after him, and Eodwulf tackled him to the ground. He pulled them up so they were sitting, with Eodwulf wrapped around Bren, restraining him as he struggled.
“Mama, Papa,” he yelled. He screamed for them, and begged them to let him go, to let him die with them. And they just held him, too stunned and scared to do anything else. They were used to people begging for death, but there was a level of horror to seeing someone they loved like this that was incomprehensible.
Bren quieted down after a while. He was just staring at the house, seemingly in shock.
“We should get him home. He’ll snap out of it once he gets some tea and sleep,” Astrid said.
They led him away from the fire, and got back to Ikithon’s house in a few hours. It was late at night, so they snuck Bren into his room and got him some tea and a small bite to eat. He just stared at it, his eyes frighteningly empty. They eventually gave up and made him lay down. The next morning, they woke Bren up, and he was still staring at them uncomprehendingly. Astrid felt her chest tighten and she yelled at him to snap out of it, and when that didn’t work, she slapped him. He just took, not reacting. She went to strike him again, but Eodwulf grabbed her and whispered, “Stop. Astrid, stop.”
“Let go. We need to snap him out of this,” she snapped at him.
“We can’t-“
“Don’t you fucking care?” she yelled.
“Of course I do, Astrid. I love him, too,” he shouted. And for the first time, she noticed the tears in his eyes, and the choked off strain of his voice. “We need to get Ikithon. He can get Bren to a healer.”
She nodded and looked down at Bren, who was still seated on his bed, staring at them like they weren’t there. No, like he was no longer there. Astrid was in a daze for everything that followed after. Ikithon had been upset to learn about Bren’s condition, and he quickly found out that Bren was an omega since Bren hadn’t bothered to take his doses while he was staying with his parents, and had forgotten yesterday in his anxiety. Ikithon had been furious with them that they had known.
“If you had reported he was an omega like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened,” he had said in that deadly calm voice of his. He had marched off after that to retrieve a healer. As soon as he was gone, Astrid and Eodwulf shared a grief-filled look.
“He’s right,” she whispered.
“I know,” Eodwulf whispered back.
The healer couldn’t do anything. Something in Bren’s mind was broken, and healing magic couldn’t fix that. Soon after that, they found an asylum, one that was nice and would treat Bren well. Astrid and Eodwulf took him there. And the ride there was so eerie. Bren was quiet and docile, his eyes blank. They held his hand and led him around, and he just silently followed. It was disturbing to see, and Astrid knew that this would be what haunted her the rest of her life.
Astrid and Eodwulf fell into a new normal after that. They took on their rolls at the Cerberus Assembly and got a place together, but there was always a missing piece, and nothing could fill that aching absence.
And more nights than not, Astrid laid awake and ran through what she could have done differently to stop everything from breaking.She knew Eodwulf did the same thing, but they never talked about it.
Astrid hated herself. She was his alpha, and she was supposed to protect him. She failed him, and she would never forgive herself for that.