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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: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 10/12
Date: 2021-10-03 06:39 am (UTC)Fuck, Essek will not last long like this. He’s amazed he’s lasted at all, surrounded as he is by these sounds and smells and the taste of Caleb, Caleb, Caleb who had reached inside of him and made him feel warm for the first time in a century, on a boat, in a tower, in the coldest place in the world. Essek’s tongue and teeth and lips worship the man, lingering on the smell of parchment and woodsmoke, of snow and a spice he did not recognize but was certain he’d never tasted in the Dynasty.
He hopes no one in the world knows of it. He wants this delicacy all to himself. Wants to hoard it, keep it wrapped tightly in silks and satins by his heart, keep it pressed inside his coat or tethered to his bedpost, bound and open and his, fuck, fuck, he burned for this man, he is burning—
“Essek!” Caleb howls and his whole body quakes, his hips clearly pushing down, desperate for the touch of anything — even the cold stone floor — on his cock. “Essek, Essek, danke, danke, mein Herr, meine Liebe, ich gehöre dir, ich bin dein, ich werde nehmen was immer du mir geben willst, bitte, fuck me, fuck me, please, s-so hot, it’s—”
Caleb’s cheek is pressed to the floor, ass in the air, Essek bent over him, gnawing and sucking at the point where neck meets shoulder, and Caleb sounds amazing. He sounds completely undone, every gasp followed by a whimper, a moan, a shout or a plea for more, for mercy, for anything Essek will give him. Caleb is so hot, so tight, his skin sweat-slick and delicious and trembling underneath Essek’s fingers and lips and tongue. Essek has no words, nothing conscious, nothing in his head that can describe the fire in his belly, how his heart feels so full it’s frightening. And yet along with the sound of his hips slapping against Caleb’s ass, Essek’s cock sliding slick into him, Caleb panting and sighing and almost sobbing, he can hear his own voice:
“Is this what you wanted, pet? You wanted me to fuck you? I should have done this ages ago. Claimed you in front of everyone, kept you tied to my bed and had my way with you for days. Should have kept you writhing on my cock, let you fall asleep riding it and wake up coming on it. And I will: I will suck you down until you finish, keep you there until you’re coming dry and weeping for me, I will keep my cock pressed into your throat until you choke on it and hold you there longer still. I’ll have the world watch while I fuck your face, let you keep my cock warm for me and fill your belly with my come, I’ll watch how jealous they are that I have you, that I get to have you, that I can call you mine.”
“Yes, yes, oh fuck, th- there!” The muscles along Caleb’s back and stomach tremble and Essek knows what he has hit upon, can feel Caleb’s hole twitching around him. He pulls out almost all the way, slapping the redhead’s pale flank in warning.
“I did not give you permission to come,” Essel snarls and it feels almost like someone else. Too much like himself.
“No, sir, I- I-”
“Good pet,” he slides back in and presses kisses along Caleb’s spine and neck, chuckling deep in his throat as he feels Caleb’s legs spread wider, his cock inching ever lower to the cold floor. “My good, sweet boy. So wet and open for me, let me feel you. I suppose you are trying to rub your cock on that cold stone floor, so desperate to come, yes? Beg, me, my sweet, my love, usstan orn morfeth dos satiir ji bwael, Caleb Widogast. Usstan orn xun jalbol whol dos. Usstan che dos, usstan che dos, ussta’chev—”
“Essek, Gods, PLEASE—”
“Please?”
“Please, sir, Essek, please, may I come…?“
“Yes,” Essek snarls, a thrill rolling through his entire body as he grabs Caleb’s cock in his tight fist and squeezes—
Caleb cries out as he starts to come, Essek’s hips picking up speed while Caleb’s wails climb in pitch. Essek fucks him harder, the rhythm becoming almost as though he were fucking through him and into his own fist, trying to fill Caleb as much as possible in every way, and blessed light he could live here, he could die here. Caleb’s legs give out and Essek lets them both drop, catching their weight as much as he can, but keeping his hand beneath his lover, letting their weight create a sheath for Caleb’s prick between his stomach and Essek’s hand.
All sound vanishes from Caleb’s lips as he convulses in rapture, pinned by a drow cock in his ass and a lithe hand around his hard length. The feeling of Caleb Widogast orgasming underneath him, around him, spunk in Essek’s hand and hole twitching around Essek’s cock, is like nothing else in the world. Essek feels somehow apart from and above and within everything all at once. He pumps his hips faster, squeezing the last few drops from the Zemnian’s hard flesh, and he can barely hear himself muttering all the while:
“I love you, I love you, my Caleb, so good, xi’hum, my darling, ussta’chev, you are so good, so warm, I love you, I am yours, I have always been yours, I love you, fuck, burning light of the hells, I love you, I love you, I love you…”
Essek comes with those words on his lips, filling Caleb with his come as though he means to claim every inch of the man, until he cannot move without feeling Essek’s seed inside of him.
In that hazy space with no sense of time, Essek burns with light and affection for this man. This beautiful man, who loves him in spite of everything. For a moment he feels that Caleb — no God or Luxon or celestial event, but Caleb Widogast — created this universe, with every complexity and shadow and ounce of goodness within it. Gods, he is so in love.
Usstan orn morfeth dos satiir ji bwael. — I will make you feel so good.
Usstan orn xun jalbol whol dos — I will do anything for you.
Usstan che dos — I love you
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 11/12
Date: 2021-10-23 03:22 am (UTC)He is not certain how long it has been, or when the two of them rolled off each other, one of their coats (Essek cannot even turn his head to see which) beneath them to keep their legs from the stone. It has been blissful, soft and sweet, tracing each others’ lips and humming as though they were incapable of any other sound. It feels fuzzy, soft and warm like a drug-induced haze…
A drug-induced haze.
And then it’s like Essek’s been thrown into freezing water and he’s suddenly sober, suddenly awake and horrified. The startling moment of coming back to reality and realizing what you’re doing, but instead of being naked in a cold river he’s sitting over the best friend he’s ever known, the man he loves, the only man who truly understands him, and Essek made him cry. Caleb said he loved Essek and in response Essek choked him on his fingers and, and stepped on — Dear Light and all the gods, he is more wretched than he ever thought...
He tries to back away from Caleb’s warm embrace only to find Caleb’s hands still clutching him, blue eyes staring directly into his own.
“You will not leave me,” Caleb rumbles like a mandate, his voice low and rough from the use of his throat. He pulls Essek back down to lie by him, wraps a hand around the back of Essek’s head like he did those months ago. But Essek is still cringing. He is so afraid to hurt him, terrified that he might destroy what they have the way he’s destroyed so much in this world…
“You are a fool, Essek Thelyss,” Caleb continues, his voice still ragged, his cheeks still flushed, but his eyes clear, reaching out to take Essek’s face in his hands. “An absolute fool if you think I am going to let you go now. In no small part because it is fucking freezing and you are very warm, so you are not allowed to move away from me for a5 least another few minutes.”
How is he so… how can he be so… the man is so insufferably adorable sometimes it baffles him.
“But Caleb,” Essek protests quietly. the things I was saying…” Essek feels tears on his own cheeks now.
“Did you mean it, liebling?”
“I… that I…” he stammers, near panic. Trust Caleb to shame him with a simple question. Did he mean what he said? Which part? The part where he called Caleb a slut? The part where he threatened to make Caleb ride his boot? When he forbid him from touching himself? Which parts had he said aloud? Which parts had he spoken in Common?
“You love me back.”
“Yes,” Essek replies, almost a whisper.
“You love me,” Caleb repeats, hands warm on Essek’s face and eyes shining above a wide smile.
“You know this already,” Essek responds, a bit of petulance sneaking into his voice.
“Then I will… I will fucking delight in everything we do together, knowing my feelings are not unrequited. Would you not feel the same?”
He can see that mad intensity in Caleb’s eyes, but it is not the same as it was after the release of that powdered compound. No, it is more as it was in their first dunamancy lesson, or when developing the Transmogrification spell, or when they found the Records room on their first time in Aeor. Determination. Certainty. Passion. It is almost frightening to be the target of that same passion, though he supposes he should not be surprised after all that preceded this moment. And yet Essek can’t bring himself to say anything. The words choke him before they can escape. Delight in Caleb? Always! Of course! How could he not? But that… that does not mean Caleb should…
“But you,” Essek begins, only to find a finger pressed to his lips, before he can protest further.
“And if I bid you to be my pet,” Caleb murmurs, his voice both tired and unreasonably attractive in its near-hoarseness. “Made all of those same pretty threats you were making so very eloquently a few minutes ago. Would you find yourself horrified? Would you run from me?”
Essek nearly laughs in disbelief at the thought that he could ever run from Caleb.
“I could do it, you know,” Caleb warns in a teasing tone, as if that was what Essek had scoffed at. “I could fucking wreck you, Essek. You think I haven’t dreamed about it? Gods, I have imagined you in every possible way and many which are impossible as well. I have imagined you calling me yours, slut or pet or lover or beloved or any other thing, and I have imagined saying them all to you as well. Du schöner gottverdammter Narr, you think I am ashamed to be these things for you, schatz?”
Caleb presses his forehead to Essek’s. Essek does not have it in him to fight this. He never wanted to.
“I want nothing more in this world, my love,” Caleb whispers, and kisses him between his brows.
Essek is transfixed by his words, by the images they conjure — and by his own memories of nights spent imagining impossible affairs with this man — but it is when Caleb calls him “my love” that he melts. That ice water he was drowning in becomes naught but a warm vapor, heated by Caleb’s perpetual fire.
…He can’t help but think that the man is turning him into a Godsdamned poet. It’s embarassing, really.
Essek smiles cries and kisses Caleb back. On his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, that most blessed and holy place on his forehead between his eyebrows and lies down with this man he loves. Caleb is stubborn. Essek has never been able to change his mind on anything, not in the time they have known each other. Essek will simply have to do his best to be worthy of him, even if it is an impossible task. He relishes a challenge.
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 12/12 COMPLETE
Date: 2021-10-23 03:53 am (UTC)“I still think my disguise was pretty convincing, schön.”
Disguise? What is he talking about, what dis…
“Your slave disguise?!” Essek’s face contorts in bemusement.
“Mmhmm.”
The ‘ridiculous fucking harness I first saw you in,’ he recalls mentioning, and feels both like hiding his face and a desperate need to engage in whatever banter Caleb wishes to entice him with.
“I clocked you two from the moment you walked in,” Essek claims.
“Oh, so you knew it was a disguise right away?” Caleb repeats in amused disbelief.
“I…” Essek pauses, the dark purple-blue of his cheeks growing darker. “I knew… I could tell Beauregard’s was a disguise fairly quickly.” Caleb laughs, and Essek smiles to hear it. “Too ill-behaved, and scowling. There is no slavery in Rosohna, but I have been to Asarius and I know that would not be borne. You, I… was… not certain until you spoke. That accent? And your elocution? Caleb Widogast, that was not your most convincing tale.”
“But you could not tell before that,” Caleb retorts smugly.
“I supposed for a moment that you were simply better trained than she, though I did not start to question until Lythir spoke up.”
“Bet you thought I looked good on my knees, though.”
“I thought no such thing at the time,” Essek retorts defensively. “I was... entirely focused on how these nosy intruders were mucking up my plans, to be honest.”
“Oh, ‘at the time,’ yes?” Caleb’s smug voice envelops him in warmth. Curse this man. Damn him to each of the nine hells consecutively, he is too precocious and delightful to be tolerated.
“I… it… might have occurred to me… later that night, that your disguise was a bit… that you… were…” Caleb cannot contain his laughter at this point and Essek scowls. “Shut up.”
“Liebchen, you just fucked my brains out and I fell all over myself wanting to suck your cock, I think there is little to be ashamed of now.”
“I would not have given it a second thought, but then you spoke and I just… you…” Essek’s hands cover his face and he thanks whatever deity saw fit to deny humans darkvision because he can feel the bright heat of embarrassment across his cheeks, his ears, his neck, his chest…
“I spoke aaaand?” Caleb is such a brat. He should have known this would happen.
“Fucking… bah!” Essek sighs and resigns himself to the torturous fate of speaking to the person he loves more than anything in the world. How dreadful. “I cannot be blamed for such base thoughts! This... filthy human in a slave harness speaking up to the blasted Bright Queen?! Caleb, can you not fathom the sheer fascination you inspired?”
“Inspiring, am I?”
“Not just to myself, I should tell you. You were a source of much discussion in darkened rooms across Rosohna.”
“I… warten, was?” The human’s voice goes from teasing to baffled and his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion..
“You really did not know?” Now Essek gets to sound smug. Hah.
“I was… I… they… what?”
“Oh, the rest of the Nein as well, particularly Beauregard, were subjects of great fascination. But you, my Caleb, you were practically the embodiment of a cultural taboo: not just a human, but an Imperial. Not only that, but a Zemnian wizard! Who dared speak back to the ultimate matriarch of the Dynasty! Who spoke while on his knees, face dirtied and dressed as a slave, holding the most prized artifact of our culture, the very body of our God. It was… There were very few boxes that moment did not tick for any number of people.”
Essek wills himself to stop blushing, but has no idea if it’s working.
“The dichotomy of sacred and profane, yes?” Caleb’s eyes are sparkling with mirth and Essek thinks it is even more beautiful than when they were blown wide in passion. “I suppose it is not too foreign a concept, particularly among societies where sexuality is less freely discussed. The implicit forbiddenness of one strengthened by the explicit forbiddenness of the other—“
“Of course you would quantify even this, xi’hum. Do you mean to compose a study on the subject?”
“Popular Sexual Fantasies Of The Kryn Dynasty As Shaped By Geopolitics and Social Taboos, by Caleb Widogast.”
“You would do that.”
“Mmmm no, but doubtless there are other scholars who would.”
“Oh I am certain Jester and Beauregard could assist you in such an endeavor if you did not feel up to the task.”
Caleb chuckles and kisses his hair, and Essek cannot help but grin. A wide, thrilled grin he cannot remember ever wearing on his face before. A few moments later he complains of the cold, digging his nose into Caleb’s neck. Caleb wastes a spell slot to put up the dome within a minute rather than ten, Essek tucks the blankets carefully around their feet, and they rest. Essek listens to Caleb’s slow breathing and feels Caleb’s cold feet on his shins while he awaits his trance. He cannot fathom how very fortunate he is to have been somehow graced with another chance at life.
They will still analyze the dust tomorrow. Carefully.
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 12/12 COMPLETE
Date: 2021-10-25 08:26 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 12/12 COMPLETE
Date: 2021-10-26 08:44 am (UTC)