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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!
Fill: Caduceus/Caleb, 1/2
Date: 2020-09-24 02:32 am (UTC)Sleeping was out of the question, so instead he tried to work, tried to read, paced his room. Nothing helped. He felt tight and caged in, his hands trembling as he clenched his fingers and released them, Frumpkin's eyes watching his slow rotations around the room.
"Mrow," the cat berated him eventually, leaping down from the bed and rubbing his face against the door, flopping down in front of it and rolling around luxuriously.
Caleb sighed. "Where is there to go?" he asked. "Out on the street, there will be people. In the house, someone may hear me. Upstairs, there is Caduceus. There is nowhere to go where I won't face someone, and I am not up for that right now. No, we stay here." He lasted another three minutes and forty seconds before letting out another sigh, digging his nails into his palm as he watched the cat stretch his paws tragically under the doorframe. "You are a menace," Caleb told him, opening the door. Frumpkin leapt to his feet, skittered out into the hallway, and streaked off toward the staircase. Caleb gave a wry smile. "You're on your own," he called after him in a low voice.
Alone in his room, however, the walls began to feel even more oppressive. Without Frumpkin's eyes on him, he felt even more jittery and out of sorts, practically vibrating with the need to do something, only the something was nebulous and out of reach.
"Fine," he said aloud to the walls finally. "You are right, cat. That is the least objectionable of our options." He left the room, closing the door behind him, and turned for the stairs to the roof.
The stone that lined the twisting staircase was soothingly cool under his touch as he wound his way upward, and the evening air was a relief on his cheeks as he emerged into the night. Faint lights were glowing in the tree above, and he could see Caduceus curled up at the base of it, Frumpkin loafed contentedly in the dip of his hip. His breathing was slow and steady, lifting Frumpkin gently with every inhale, and Caleb couldn't tell from this distance if his eyes were open.
He crossed to the edge of the roof and climbed onto the wall there, letting his legs dangle over the edge as he looked out over the city lights of Rosohna. The cool air he breathed in with great gulps seemed to steady his fingers a little as he let them curl around the edge of the wall, still trembling faintly.
"I was wondering," he heard Caduceus say behind him, eventually, "if you'd be joining us, or if your friend decided to visit on his own." Frumpkin leapt up onto the wall beside Caleb, and Caleb let a hand fall to his ruff, scritching his fingers into the soft fur.
"I didn't really feel like seeing anyone," Caleb said. He smiled wryly down into the placidly blinking eyes of his cat. "Frumpkin, it seems, had other plans."
"Ah," Caduceus said easily. "Well, I can go back to – "
"No," Caleb said, too quickly. "Uh," he added, flustered, "that is, I do not mind you being here. I am the one invading your space, after all."
"This is everyone's space." Caduceus leaned against the wall beside him, forearms stretched out against the stone, hands dangling next to Caleb's legs. "I could have taken a room inside if I wanted one. I like being here to see people when they come up to enjoy – " he waved a hand at the tree, the shrines, the view. "Everything. But I have lots of practice giving people their space, too, when they need it."
"I don't know that space is what I need," Caleb admitted. He hadn't wanted to see anyone, but he couldn't deny that the feeling of Caduceus leaning warm against his side was starting to soothe him, ground him in exactly the ways that he had missed for so long. "I…I'm not sure what I need." It was a lie, and he could tell that Caduceus knew it by the way his eyes shifted up to look at Caleb sideways, then dropped to his shaking hands.
He half expected Caduceus to say "I do," but instead he looked back up at Caleb. "Is there anything that has helped you before? When you feel like…" he waved one of his hands expressively. "Whatever it is that you feel like right now?"
"I…" Caleb felt a flush creeping up his neck. "There are some things, yes. But nothing that is quite…accessible right now." He waited for Caduceus to prompt him for more, but he didn't. Caleb bit his lip, considering, and continued hesitantly. "There was a time in my life when I had…friends. They knew how to give me what I needed."
"Ah." Caleb looked out at the city to avoid seeing the sympathy in Caduceus's eyes, and felt a jolt go through his body as the solid warmth of a wide hand dropped to his knee, fingers squeezing gently. "You have friends here," Caduceus reminded him.
"I." Caleb swallowed. "I know." He drew in a shaky breath. "But I am not…friends with anyone here in the way that I was with them."
"No one is ever the same kind of friend with any two people," Caduceus said sagely. "But if you mean the kind of friends that you have sex with, I know there are people here who could give you that, if it's what you'd looking for." He eyed Caleb. "It's okay," he said, "you can tell me whatever it is. Don't worry, it's pretty hard to embarrass me."
Caleb laughed weakly. "Ja," he said, "I know, but it's very easy to embarrass myself." His face was flaming with heat, but he swallowed, lifting his eyes above the city before continuing. "It would help, sometimes, to be…" he hesitated, but Caduceus's hand was still warm and steadying against his leg, and the thought of feeling it against his skin more insistently, more intentionally, was intoxicating. "To be told what to do. To not have to think for myself, for a while. Maybe sex, yes, like you said, but only…only to do what they asked of me. To give them what they wanted. Maybe to let them hurt me. To be…" his voice faded as he said, "theirs."
Caduceus was still and quiet beside him for a long moment, and Caleb felt panic begin to surge through him before Caduceus's fingers went tighter around his knee, squeezing lightly. "Yeah, okay, I think I could do that." Caleb let out a shaky breath, looking down at him, his eyes feeling wild, like he needed to look everywhere at once, but as soon as they caught Caduceus's wide dark gaze, he felt something in him settle. "That is," Caduceus continued, "if you would be interested in that. Being…" he hesitated. "Mine."
Caleb swallowed. "I," he said. He let his hand fall on top of Caduceus's, tangling their fingers together. "You do not have to do this for me," he said.
"I'm not," Caduceus replied. "I'm doing it because it sounds interesting. It sounds like something I'd like. And you're telling me that it's something you know you like. So that's twice as good, right?" He squeezed Caleb's hand, then pulled away, pushing himself up off the wall and stepping away, stretching. "C'mon," he said, "I've made a nice cozy spot around back of the tree." He held out a hand to Caleb.
Caleb swung his legs around and slid off the wall, pausing to look at Frumpkin, curled into a loaf and blinking sleepily out at the city lights. "Gute Nacht, mein Freund," he said, and snapped his fingers, making the cat blink out of existence. He turned to fit his hand into Caduceus's, and let Caduceus lead him to the far end of the roof.
The space in the far corner had been converted to something that could best be described as a nest, all soft fabrics and gentle sloping surfaces of different heights, with lights cascading down from the tree above, plants and other growths making a gentle canopy around it, providing just enough privacy from the house and the city. Caduceus led him to the edge of it, then paused, reaching for Caleb's other hand as well, turning to face him, eyes intent.
"You haven't answered," he said.
"I." Caleb's eyes were fixed on their fingers, twisted together so that he could hardly feel the energy thrumming under his skin. "I'm sorry, I've forgotten the question."
"Are you interested," Caduceus said, his voice lower as he stepped forward into Caleb's space, looking down at him, "in being mine?"
"Yes." Caleb breathed out the word, looking up into Caduceus's gentle face. "Please."
Caduceus nodded. "I will trust you," he said, "to tell me if you don't like anything." A flicker of expression crossed his face. "Unless," he said carefully, "you are interested in me not listening to you if you say something like that. If that's the plan, we'd need to – "
"No," Caleb said, a little too forcefully. He winced. "I…" He swallowed. "I have been interested in it, in the past," he admitted. "But I do not think I would like it from you."
"Easy enough, then," Caduceus said. "Thank you for telling me. In that case, if you would like me to stop, or change something, or pause, or anything at all, just say so, okay?" Caleb nodded mutely. "Okay, Caleb?" Caduceus asked, more firmly.
Caleb looked up at him. "Ja," he said. "Okay."
"Good." Caduceus smiled fondly down at him. "You're going to be very good at this," he decided, and just the words sent a surge of pleasant warmth down Caleb's spine. "Well, then." Caduceus looked him over. "Would you like to be naked?"
"I…" Caleb hesitated. "If you – "
"Don't overthink it," Caduceus said, an unfamiliarly sharp edge to his tone. "Would you like to take your clothes off for me?"
"Yes," Caleb replied, the answer tumbling from his lips before he had time to rationalize his way out of it.
"Good," Caduceus said. "You should do that, then." He dropped Caleb's hands and backed away, settling himself comfortably down onto one of the surfaces in his neck that was about the height of a chair. He leaned back into the soft fabric and watched appreciatively as Caleb reached for the buttons of his shirt.
He stripped his clothes off efficiently, not really knowing how or wanting to make a show of it, but each time he'd peek up at Caduceus, he could see his eyes on him, watching him appreciatively. Once his clothes had all fallen to the floor, he shifted on his feet, looking up to Caduceus for direction.
"Here," Caduceus said. He gestured to the space on the floor of the nest beside him.
Caleb felt his breath catch at the thought of going to his knees for Caduceus, but without a more explicit command, he simply stepped forward and stood in the space that Caduceus had indicated, waiting. Caduceus reached up, his fingertips light and soft against Caleb's jaw, tracing upward until his hand was cupping his face, wide and warm and grounding.
"You said you like to be hurt," Caduceus said.
Caleb drew in a sharp breath. "Yes," he said, a little helplessly. "If you – "
"The body in pain," Caduceus interrupted him, "can have very similar reactions to the body in pleasure. I imagine it would be equally enjoyable to watch you experience either." Caleb was still trembling, but he suspected that now it was more from anticipation and desire than unspent energy. "What is it that you like?"
"Whatever you'd give me," Caleb breathed out, and he let his head drop to the side, pressing a hot open kiss to Caduceus's palm, the skin soft and faintly velvety under his lips.
Caduceus's thumb brushed over his cheek tenderly before his fingers tightened on Caleb's jaw, turning his head forward again. "I asked a question, Caleb." The sharp tone was back.
Caleb let out a low groan. "Biting," he said, "scratching, slapping. Whips, canes, blades. Whatever will make me feel something." His face was impossibly hot with shame, but when he met Caduceus's eyes, he saw no judgement there, and maybe even a spark of interest.
"Good," Caduceus said, and his hand fell from Caleb's cheek to his shoulder, pushing him downward. Caleb let his legs fold, and all but collapsed onto his knees in the plush nest, Caduceus's hand staying heavy on his shoulder. "Thank you for telling me that, Caleb."
Caleb nodded in acknowledgement, and adjusted himself more comfortably on his knees, feeling the steady warmth of Caduceus's touch spreading through him. He let his head fall at the end of the nod, and felt a pleasant stretch in his neck as he looked downward, feeling Caduceus's eyes on him but not looking up to meet them.
Slowly, eventually, Caduceus lifted his hand to Caleb's hair, and it took Caleb a moment to realize this his fingers were undoing the tie there, letting his hair fall softly down around his face. Caduceus let the tie fall to the ground, and his fingers raked up against Caleb's scalp with just the hint of a scrape of claws, sending a shiver running down his spine.
"C'mere," Caduceus said in a low rumble, cupping his hand around the back of Caleb's head and tugging until Caleb scooted closer on his knees, settling himself just beside Caduceus's feet. "Mm," Caduceus rumbled in approval, "better," and his heavy hand pressed at Caleb's head until he slowly leaned in and rested his flushed face against Caduceus's thigh, letting his eyes flutter closed as both of Caduceus's hands sank into his hair and started carding through it.
"Oh," he breathed out across Caduceus's lap. He let one of his hands curl around Caduceus's ankle, holding on, and Caduceus didn't pull away. Instead, his fingers kept up a steady rhythm through his hair, down his neck, over his upper back, and with each pass, they dug in just a bit harder, until Caleb was gasping at the hot streaks of sharpness wearing themselves into his skin.
"I like you like this," Caduceus said above him, dropping his hands just to Caleb's back, shoulders, upper arms, his claws scratching marks across him. "Kneeling for me." He dragged another hot stripe of his hand over Caleb's back. "Hurting for me. You're really beautiful like this." Caleb let out a quiet moan, muffling it against Caduceus's thigh. "No, none of that," Caduceus said. He reached to tangle his fingers into Caleb's hair and tilt his head almost roughly to the side. "Let me hear you."
Caleb gasped out a breath, and when Caleb's nails trailed down his neck, he dutifully let out a hiss of pain.
Caleb could have counted every second that Caduceus spent raking his claws over him, but instead he chose not to. He closed his eyes and drifted on the sharp sweetness of the pain, the anchoring softness of Caduceus's warm leg beneath his cheek.
Eventually, the sensations started to fade into the gentle touch of Caduceus's fingertips against him, tracing over the lines he'd left, pressing the cool soothing magic of healing into his body, and Caleb felt like he might be floating right out of his skin as he felt it fold back together smoothly under Caduceus's touch.
Re: Fill: Caduceus/Caleb, 2/2
Date: 2020-09-24 02:34 am (UTC)"Would you like to sit up?" Caduceus asked.
Caleb froze. "I. Uh." He felt lost, unsure.
"I'd like you to sit up, Caleb," Caduceus rephrased, and Caleb felt instantly better. "I'd like you to make yourself comfortable, and I'd like to see exactly how much you enjoyed that."
Caleb shifted, settling himself back against the cushions beside Caduceus, still feeling the ache of the freshly healed scrapes on his back. His cock was straining, begging to be touched, and his fingers flickered toward it before he caught control of himself, settling his hand beside him, tangling his fingers into the fabric.
"Well done," Caduceus said, and Caleb felt a flush of pride. "You know that you don't touch what's mine until I tell you that you can." A strangled sound left Caleb's lips, and his hips jerked. When he looked to Caduceus, he found that his breath was ragged, some of his composure slipping for the first time as he soaked in the sight of Caleb writhing helplessly at his words. "I wonder," he said slowly, "if I could bring you off just by talking to you."
Caleb gasped, his head falling back. He was desperate to feel something, anything, against his cock, and he wasn't sure that he could give Caduceus what he wanted, but if Caduceus asked it of him... "I…" he said. "I don't know. I can try. Please. If you want me to, I'll – "
"Oh, not today," Caduceus said, and there was a shift beside Caleb as he moved downward from his seat and settled beside him. "No, today I'm going to touch you."
Caleb let out a strangled moan. He had been expecting Caduceus to tell him to touch himself at most, but this –
"Here." Caduceus worked a hand behind Caleb's back, pressing just at the base of his neck, and pushing him forward, off the soft wall of the nest. "If you'll let me…" Caleb shifted forward, letting Caduceus settle behind him, and then Caduceus's arms were curling around him, pulling Caleb tight back against his chest.
Caleb melted into him, the solid heat of Caduceus's arm across his chest a welcome relief. He let his head tip back against Caduceus's shoulder. "Please," he begged, his hips rolling upward into nothing, "bitte."
"You're stunning like this," Caduceus said, voice low beside Caleb's ear, vibrating through his body. "I could keep you like this for hours, couldn't I?" There was a familiar almost academic interest to his voice, something Caleb dimly recognized from himself, a curiosity about how far he could push something until it broke, and that in itself was almost painfully erotic, the idea of Caduceus methodically pushing every one of his buttons to see what each one would do.
Instead, this time, Caduceus's mouth closed hot against Caleb's throat, and his hand closed hot around his cock, and Caleb's whole body jerked like Caduceus had shot him through with electricity.
He was lost, helpless, writhing in Caduceus's arms, his whole existence narrowing to the slick drag of Caduceus's fist around his cock, the suction of his lips against his neck and shoulder, the firmness of his arm across his chest, holding Caleb tight to him, grounding him, keeping him close and warm and safe.
He reached the edge impossibly fast, and the warning that he choked out was in Zemnian, pleading and gasping and shaking in Caduceus's arms.
"Yes," Caduceus said anyway, "Caleb, you have done so good for me," and he leaned down to kiss Caleb's neck again, sinking his teeth in, marking him, claiming him.
Caleb narrowed down to nothing but pleasure, nothing but the waves of it shattering through him as he clung to Caduceus, turning to bury his face against Caduceus's neck, one of his hands coming to clamp down around the wrist of the arm across his chest. He held on, and he lost everything, lost himself.
Caduceus was petting his hair again when he opened his eyes, his eyelashes catching against Caduceus's skin, and he felt Caduceus shift against him.
"Hey," he rumbled. Caleb could feel the echo of the word through his own body, still pressed up against Caduceus's chest.
He hummed acknowledgement, pressing a warm kiss to the skin of Caduceus's neck before peeling himself off of him. "Hi," he said, just starting to feel the awkwardness come crushing down on him when Caduceus reached out and grabbed his hands.
He inspected them closely. "Not so jittery anymore," he said. He looked up at Caleb, pleased. "I think it worked."
A laugh squeezed out of Caleb, and he lifted his hands from Caduceus's, looking at them. "Ja," he said. "I think it did." He let his hands fall, looking at Caduceus seriously. "Thank you," he said earnestly, "my friend."
Caduceus gave him a grin. "Anytime," he said, the word weighted enough that Caleb knew he meant it.
His eyes flickered down to Caduceus's trousers. "Er. I could, if you'd like…"
"Oh," Caduceus looked down. "No, not this time, thanks. I don't imagine you're the stay-the-night type, so I can take care of this later."
Caleb winced. "No, I." He sighed. "I've become accustomed to sharing sleeping space with Nott, but it's not something I do with…" he hesitated, not quite knowing the word for what Caduceus might be to him now.
Caduceus waved a hand. "Understood," he said easily. "No, tonight was about you. But if you care to do this again, well." He pressed a hand to his trousers in a way that made Caleb's mouth water at the possibility. "You did look very pretty on your knees. I can think of some other uses to put you to while you're there."
"Yes," Caleb breathed. "I. Um. I would very much care to do this again. To do that in particular."
Caduceus beamed. "Great." He reached out and cupped Caleb's face in his large warm hands and drew him in for a tender kiss. "Thank you," he said. "For coming to me with this."
Caleb smiled wryly. "Thank Frumpkin," he said.
Caduceus smiled. "I will," he promised, "the next time I see him." He held Caleb's face, looking at him seriously. "And you. The next time you need this…"
"I will come to you," Caleb said, his voice low. He reached out to drag Caduceus to him, hold him close for a very long moment. "Danke," he whispered against Caduceus's ear, and then, just before he pulled away, he added, "Ich gehöre dir."
Caduceus's fingers tightened against him as if he understood the words.
Caleb dressed messily and left Caduceus curled comfortably into his nest under the lights of the tree. He summoned Frumpkin on the way back down the stairs, and he scooped the cat up into his arms, letting him climb onto his shoulder. "You," he said, "are a good cat."
Frumpkin leapt off him onto the bed as he reached his room. "Yes," Caleb told him, "I am going to sleep, do not worry."
And the second his head hit the pillow, that is exactly what he did. No dreams, no swirling thoughts. Just peace and a purring cat, and the memory of warm claiming hands against his skin.
Re: Fill: Caduceus/Caleb, 2/2
Date: 2020-09-25 05:15 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Caduceus/Caleb, 2/2
Date: 2020-09-25 07:49 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Caduceus/Caleb, 2/2
Date: 2020-09-25 09:03 pm (UTC)If you ever write more, I'll make sure to read it!
Re: Fill: Caduceus/Caleb, 2/2
Date: 2020-09-27 12:54 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Caduceus/Caleb, 2/2
Date: 2020-09-27 06:35 pm (UTC)