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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!
Caleb/Yeza, jealousy fuck.
Date: 2021-03-07 01:11 pm (UTC)+ rough
+ Yeza having to stand on furniture to be head height
+ shame / confusion
- active attempts to humiliate the other
- - - rape, injury etc.
Re: Caleb/Yeza, jealousy fuck.
Date: 2021-03-07 03:35 pm (UTC)Fill: Caleb/Yeza, 1/1
Date: 2021-03-08 03:20 am (UTC)"So." A full glass appears in front of Caleb, held out in a tiny hand. "What do you think is going to happen, here?"
He takes it absently, his eyes barely catching on Yeza as they still trace over the room, drinking in every possible moment he has left with his companions. The party has sprawled out across the suite that has been reserved for the Nein, all the doors flung open, people in and out of each room. Jester is curled up by Marion's side in a corner, recounting some wild tale with Veth that is making her mother's eyes go wide in a combination of wonder and horror. Fjord and Caduceus sit just inside one of the bedrooms, Fjord laying out a card game, explaining patiently, Blud chiming in with occasional asides from the doorway. Yasha is stomping loudly from room to room, calling out loudly to Beau that she can't find Luc, while tiny wooden sticks hit her from behind the couch that Beau is sitting on.
When Caleb turns to look at Yeza, he's not watching him. Instead, his eyes are on Veth, his expression soft and fond, but there's a tight twitch to his jaw as he feels Caleb's eyes on him.
"Here?" Caleb asks belatedly. "Now? I expect we will celebrate." The words feel hollow, like they're crumbling from his lips.
"You know that's not what I meant."
"Ja," Caleb agrees. "I know." His eyes follow Yeza's to Veth. She looks radiant, settled onto a footstool across from Jester and Marion, her hands gesticulating wildly as she recounts some tale from their journey.
He drinks, and sits silently, Yeza by his side.
"You're gonna hurt her," Yeza says finally. The beer he's holding is too huge for his hands, but he lifts it valiantly anyway, taking a long sip. "You know that, right?"
Caleb feels his voice go sharp. "Of course I know that," he says.
"You're going to leave her." Yeza's voice is more bitter than Caleb has ever heard it.
"I'm not leaving her," Caleb snaps, before catching himself and regulating his tone. "And she's not leaving me," he says more evenly. "She's going home."
Yeza snorts quietly. "Home," he repeats, the word laced with irony. He steps away, toward the hallway to the other rooms, and hesitates in the entry before jerking his head down it. His eyes flicker to Veth, and Caleb reads the not here in his expression as plainly as if it had been written in Common across his face. He watches Yeza pad down the hall to Caleb's room and lean against the door, waiting. Caleb takes another sip of his drink and considers not following.
Instead, he stands, stretches, and follows Yeza down the hall.
The room is too quiet after the rambunctious energy of the main room, and it's almost a relief. "You know," Caleb says before Yeza can say anything, "that I do not want to hurt her. That is the last thing in this world that I want. There are things that I need to do to keep her safe. To keep your family safe, and all the other families in the Empire."
"And you have to do them alone?"
Caleb lifts a shoulder. "Maybe," he says. "These people no longer have reason to put themselves in danger for my selfish goals, but that doesn't mean that I can set them aside. Perhaps Beauregard would be with me, and Yasha with her. But Jester has her mother to think of, and Fjord will go where she goes. Caduceus is needed with his family." His eyes stay on Yeza. "And Veth will return to you. To her home."
"We're not," Yeza says. "Her home."
"It has been a long time since I have had a home," Caleb says, "but I have not lost my ability to recognize one. You are hers, and she now has an opportunity to return to that. I will not be what keeps her from it."
"We're not her only home," Yeza clarifies. "Which brings me back to my question. What did you expect would happen here? You think you can just weave yourself into her life like this and then walk away? That you can buy our kid some books and promise to be his teacher, and that's going to make up for being with her for years of her life and then disappearing on some suicide mission?"
Caleb lets out a harsh laugh. "No," he says. "I expect that I will die attempting to free the Empire from the clutches of the Assembly, and none of you will ever have to think of me again." He sighs, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of their journey washing over him. "I'm not going to fight with you, Yeza."
"Great," Yeza says. "That'll make it easier for me to fight with you." He climbs up onto the bed, hands curling into useless fists at his side, still not quite tall enough to look Caleb in the eye, but closer. "I'm not very good at fighting," he admits. "But you don't get to let my wife fall in love with you and then fuck off. You know her in ways I'm never going to know her. You get her. You get the person she is now. You've traveled with her, and you knew her when she was – " he shudders, seemingly unable to voice a goblin, " – different. She's another person than she was when I married her. She's a person who wants you."
Caleb swallows, looking away from him. "Yeza," he says softly, trying to dissipate some of the tension choking the room. "She loves you. She wants to be with you. You just need time together. And you will have it now." A hint of bitterness seeps into his words. "I knew her in the last few years when you did not, yes. But you will know her for the rest of her life." He feels his jaw go tight. "I will not," he concludes.
Yeza's breath goes ragged, his fists lifting, and for a second, Caleb expects the impact of knuckles against his face. Instead, Yeza's hands lift to tangle into his collar, dragging Caleb closer. "Don't say that," he says roughly. He lifts one of his hands, sticking a finger in Caleb's face. "You're coming back. Fine, you have to go off and do whatever it is you have to do with the Assembly, do it. Veth's told me about you. She's told me how powerful you are. You'll do what you have to do, and then you find us."
Caleb lets out a harsh laugh. "Veth's understanding of my power has always been a little…exaggerated. Anyhow, even if I do accomplish what I set out to do, if I come and find you, I will be what? You said it yourself. There is no place for me here."
"No," Yeza says. His grip goes tighter on Caleb's collar, pulling him closer. "What I said was that the place you're trying to make for yourself is the wrong one."
They're too close, suddenly, everything too intense between them, Yeza's face too near to his, his fingers too tight against Caleb's shirt. Everything is too much, and Caleb wants to back away, wants to put some space between them, but instead, Yeza's eyes are flashing at him, bright and sharp behind his glasses. "I'd love to say," Yeza says, his voice laced with bitterness, "that I can't figure out what she sees in you. That I don't know why she'd fall for someone like you." He breathes out a harsh laugh. "The problem is, it's all right there." The hand not holding onto Caleb waves at his face. "It's too easy to see exactly why she'd fall for someone like you, and lose all interest in me." He shakes his head ruefully. "You're really beautiful, you know. And powerful, and you think she's the best thing that ever happened – which she is. So I get it. I hate it, but I get it." He breathes out, and curses bitterly under his breath before dragging Caleb in for a harsh kiss, forceful and biting.
Caleb gasps into his mouth, hands flailing for a moment before they close around Yeza's forearms, holding tightly to him. When the kiss breaks, they're both breathless, and Caleb's legs feel weak under him with exhaustion and surprise.
"I know what she sees in you," he says, fighting to keep his voice even. Yeza raises his chin like a challenge. "You are kind, and clever, and yes, you too think that she is the best thing that has ever happened. Which, you are correct, she is. You support her, and you don't make demands of her, and you are what she deserves. What she needs. You," Caleb lets his fingers go tight around Yeza's arms, squeezing him uncomfortably, "are her home. You will be her home." He feels a broken sound rise up in him, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "You will be hers for longer than I ever was. You already have been."
Yeza's jaw goes tight. "And how long will she be yours?" he asks. "How long am I going to have to spend lying awake next to her, wondering if she's falling asleep to the memory of you?"
Caleb closes his eyes. "You will do that regardless," he says. "You will spend the rest of your life worried that she is dreaming of me, and I will spend the rest of my life thinking of her being with you. There is no other future for us."
"There is," Yeza says. He pulls Caleb close again, and Caleb lets him, knowing that he should pull away, but feeling something familiar and comfortable in the clutch of small hands against him, the uncertain tug of Yeza's fingers as they reach upward to tangle into Caleb's hair. "There's one other future, maybe. If you make it through what you're going to do."
Caleb swallows, not willing to voice the reality of that situation again. "Which is?" he asks tightly.
Yeza's lips find his, more tenderly this time, still with a sharp edge, but slower and more thorough. "Find us," he says against Caleb's mouth. "Find us and stay with us."
Caleb's lips meet his like a challenge, kissing him back in the demanding way that Veth kisses, and he can feel Yeza responding to it, feel the way his fingers go tighter against Caleb's skin. The tumble to the bed is nearly inevitable, Yeza's legs going out from under him, Caleb folding down with him, their hands exploring each other messily, haphazardly.
"I don't know," Yeza says against Caleb's lips. "Maybe you're not the type to share," and the laugh that Caleb lets out is the first genuine one he has felt all night. "But I could, I think. Veth can't, but she wouldn't need to. We're both hers already."
"I…have shared," Caleb admits. "I would again." He kisses Yeza deeply, intently, feeling his body starting to tense and roll against his own, pressing in, trying to get whatever friction he can. He's greedy in a different way than Veth is, desperate for what he wants, and Caleb is suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of both of them together, Yeza so intent on pleasing both of them, Veth demanding what she wants from them. He shifts Yeza, presses a leg between his, giving him something to rut up against, and Yeza makes a strangled sound against his lips.
There's an intoxicating power to it, to the feeling of him shaking against Caleb, his kisses growing sloppy and desperate. His hands are unsteady as they go to the front of Caleb's pants, but they're insistent, fumbling until Caleb pulls away.
"Here," he says, undoing his pants and then Yeza's with smooth efficiency. He sees Yeza's eyes go a little wide at the sight of him bared in front of him.
"I." Yeza swallows. "I've never been with a human before." A darkness passes over his eyes. "I guess that's something else you have on me."
Caleb feels his face go hot, thinking back on the nights when Veth (sometimes Nott, then) would press him back into the bed and use him for her own pleasure, getting herself off again and again around him, reaching down a hand to touch herself. "She likes it," he admits, and sees Yeza's expression go a little sharper. "There are stores – " he begins, but Yeza cuts him off by rocking his hips forward, his small hand wrapping as far as it can around the head of Caleb's cock, and Caleb's words trail off with a gasp.
He lets his hand meet Yeza's, curling around it, wrapping around both of them and drawing a gasp from Yeza's lips. It's rougher than he would usually jerk himself, certainly rougher than he would give someone else, but there's something frantic about this, something sharp and intense and needy, so he goes for it, reaching his other hand up to drag Yeza back into a sharp kiss.
Yeza comes first, his hips shaking wildly into Caleb's grasp, his voice sounding broken and hopeless as he drops his head to Caleb's shoulder and murmurs, "This doesn't change anything, does it?"
"No," Caleb tells him, and comes to the sharp sting of Yeza's hands going tight against his skin, the press of helpless kisses against his neck.
They clean themselves up quickly afterwards, efficient, Yeza pacing the room restlessly as he tucks himself back into his clothes, runs a hand through his rumpled hair. He turns for the door as Caleb finishes doing up his pants, and pauses there with his hand against it. "I hated you," he says to the door, "for a long time."
"I never hated you," Caleb replies. "But I resented you, once I knew you existed." He looks at the door above Yeza's head. "I still do."
"I stopped hating you for a while," Yeza continues as if he hadn't spoken. "But I'm going to start again when you leave. You're going to break her heart."
"I know," Caleb says, and doesn't add, She's breaking mine.
"If you survive…" Yeza says, and doesn't finish the sentence.
Caleb swallows. The door opens, and Yeza steps out. "If I survive," he repeats. It's not quite the promise Yeza is looking for, but as he meets Caleb's eyes, Caleb knows that he has accepted it.
"Come on," he says to Caleb, looking back at him through the door. There's palpable irony in his voice as he says, "We're celebrating," and disappears down the hall.
Caleb waits a long time before he follows.
Re: Fill: Caleb/Yeza, 1/1
Date: 2021-03-08 03:44 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Caleb/Yeza, 1/1
Date: 2021-03-08 04:06 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Caleb/Yeza, 1/1
Date: 2021-03-08 03:29 pm (UTC)