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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: open up your linen lap
Date: 2022-06-20 07:55 pm (UTC)The Ball-Eater rolls again and Jester tries to squeeze her legs even tighter.
It doesn’t help. The storm today was supposed to be just a quick afternoon squall, but the rain started coming down hard after lunch and hasn’t let up yet, and with the rain had come the constant, unpredictable rocking movements of the ship. Jester’s more or less gotten her sea legs for the normal days at this point, but storms are still a challenge. When she’d first felt the urge to pee several hours ago, she’d tried to hold it, sure that the storm would be over soon. She tried to focus on her journaling, every so often sharing a few minutes of conversation with Caleb, who was working on his spellbook across from her. Their relationship is still so new that it’s a rush just to spend the day working side by side, comfortable being alone together in this tucked-away little corner of the ship. She still feels something flirty and furtive in meeting each other’s glances, in staring at the red hair that’s visible on his forearms with his sleeves rolled up. The storm, however, only grew worse and worse, forcing her to put off going to the head more…and more…
Now, she’s starting to grow really worried that she’s not going to make it. If she tried to get up now, she’s pretty sure she’d pee herself the first time she fell down, and there’s no predicting when the next movement could come. She could try to cast a dimension door to get her all the way at the end of the hall for a head start, but would concentrating on the spell mean losing her concentration on her bladder? To make matters worse, every time she tries to daydream to take her mind off things, her attention keeps drifting to the heavy pelting of rain outside and the sloshing of the waves, bringing her back to her body with a painful twinge.
“Jester?” She looks up, away from the increasingly clumsy dicks she’s been drawing in her sketchbook, to Caleb looking over at her with concern on his face. “Is everything alright?”
She wriggles as she straightens back up to talk to him, tail twitching as she tries to maintain the delicate balance within her. “Yeah, it’s just…I thought this was just going to be a little storm. But it’s been going on for hours!”
“Three and a third,” Caleb nods.
“There you go! Three and a third. And we’re just stuck sitting here all day because it’s a pain to get up and go anywhere.” She frowns down at her drawings again and gives a heavy sigh.
She regrets the sigh barely a second later, when she feels some part of her lower body relax in a way she can’t control. A few drops of warmth leak into her panties before she can clamp her legs shut again. She can’t help but whimper as she does so; she wants to pee so bad but not here —
“Jester!” While she was distracted, Caleb stood up and came to crouch by her side of the table, where he is now holding onto her hand. He bends just a little closer to her, and he’s at least a foot off but still he feels too close. Can he smell her? The panicked thought comes to her that if Caleb watches her piss herself in front of him, he’s going to remember it forever. “Jester, please tell me what is — oh.” He stops, looking down at her lap.
Jester’s heart sinks as she follows his gaze down. She’d had her legs together with her skirt folded in between her knees, and it was pulled so tight that a dark stain has now spread across the front. He looks back at her with pity and affection and fuck, now he knows.
“I have to pee, okay?” She blurts out, and she’s surprised to feel her eyes water up as she does so. Is every part of her going to start leaking now? “I’ve had to pee for like, hours. And I just — I don’t think I could make it even if I get up now, Caleb!”
Caleb makes a face, and it takes Jester a second to place it but she does: it’s the face he makes when he’s thinking about a weird plan. “If it is already a done deal, then…why not make the most of it?”
“How?”
“I mean, we could try something new with it.” He settles his hands on her tightly-closed knees, looking at her questioningly. “Try and make things feel good?” She smiles, blushing and caught up in the moment, only to be wrenched out of it a moment later when he deftly spreads her knees apart, knocking her off-balance on the bench.
Jester yelps, catching herself on the edge of the table, but even before she does she can feel her underclothes growing warm and damp. It still hurts, she hasn’t relaxed entirely yet, but with her legs spread she can’t stop a steady trickle from leaking out of her, through her panties and into her skirt. Oh gods, did she just hear a drop hit the floor? She can’t bear to look, trying to find something else for her eyes to focus on. She squeezes her legs closed again, whining as the pain spikes in her bladder, but not before Caleb gets his hand in between them.
“Caleb!” She gasps as she can feel him shove his hand under her damp skirt and then untie the ribbon holding her panties up. “Caleb, I can’t, I can’t just…” His hand is in her underwear now, touching her clit, and it’s sensitive and swollen like she’s just spent the past half hour reading a smutty book. His thumb rubs circles against it while his fingers stroke down, and she can feel how much she’s already wet herself. All the hair down there is damp against his fingertips, and her pussy is slick and just as sensitive as her clit.
“Hey.” Caleb’s face is open and understanding, his voice quiet and calm. “It’s okay. You can do it now and we can just take you out in the storm to clean off.” He says it so genuinely that Jester laughs despite herself, causing an even bigger leak to spurt out of her. This one is right against Caleb’s hand, and she whimpers; now he’ll always remember her peeing on him. He doesn’t react to it at all, his hand still steady as he slips two fingers into her. “Nothing so little could ever make me feel any less crazy about you.”
Between the little smile he gives her afterwards and the fingers curled hard against the front of her cunt, Jester’s control is all but lost. She tries to hold back one last time, but he keeps fingering her, as firmly as if they were having sex like normal, and it’s too much for her to do anything but let go. She focuses her gaze on a rain-soaked porthole, finally able to let the sounds of the storm overcome her mind. Regardless of soaking her clothes, regardless of Caleb’s hand on her pussy, regardless of the fact that anyone could come in right now and see this, she gives an enormous sigh and gives in.
The steady trickle becomes a heavy flood rushing out of her, and within seconds, her underwear has gone from damp to soggy. Pee leaks out from her crotch and the legs of her panties into her skirts until everything she’s sitting on is warm and wet and she’s still going. It begins to drip from her skirts and the bench onto the floor. Caleb shifts around behind her, keeping his feet as clear as possible while keeping his fingers moving inside of her. Jester feels a splash against her boot and lifts her feet away from the growing puddle, spreading her legs even wider in the process.
Even more spills out of her with the change in position, and she hears herself moan. She can’t help it, it does feel so good. Her clit and her cunt are pulsing with hot arousal as Caleb keeps fucking her and stroking her. She’s so caught up in the relief of pissing that she doesn’t realize she’s about to come until she does. Her cunt clenches down on his fingers hard as a sweet, heady euphoria spreads through her in waves, pee sputtering before flowing out with renewed vigor as her muscles flex and relax.
For a moment, everything is still except for the steady stream pouring from between her legs. Caleb is the first to move when he carefully pulls his hand out from her skirts, glistening with piss halfway up his forearm. He presses a kiss to the side of her head as he rises and steps back. Jester wheels around, looking to see where he’s going, watching as he steps over to one of the barrels of dirty laundry at the side of the room. He reaches in and then manages to skillfully navigate another roll of the ship as he makes his way back over to her, now carrying a bundle of blankets in his arms. He bends down next to her, putting down the blankets on the floor so they soak up the worst of the mess.
“Oh, Caleb,” she says, finally looking down in horror at her sodden lap. The fabric is dark practically up to her waist. She blinks back tears from her eyes again, crushingly ashamed of what a mess she’s made. She can’t even remember the last time she had wet herself as a kid, that had been so long ago, and here she is, old enough to have a boyfriend who’s now mopping up her piss with someone else’s blankets.
“Schatz,” he shakes his head tenderly. “It was only an accident. Just a bad storm and unsteady sea legs.” He runs a hand up her thigh, playing with the wet hem of her skirts. “Are you all done?”
“Unh…not quite.” She realizes she had stopped when he went to get the blankets, empty enough to control herself again but not totally finished. She breathes out and lets go again, and this time she watches as the liquid spreads out from between her parted skirts and drips down onto the soiled linens. Her eyes flit to Caleb, and she sees that his gaze is also trained on her crotch, watching with unveiled interest. She looks down at his pants and wow, how long has he been that hard? It shouldn’t be a surprise, he always gets going just from eating her out or fingering her, but gods, if he’s into this and she’s into this…she pulls herself back from that thought, concentrating until she’s sure she’s pushed out the very last drop, flexing her muscles a few times just to be sure.
“Is that it?” Caleb asks, and Jester nods, sniffing back one last sob before doing her best to smile at him. She squirms a little; her soaked skirts are already growing cool, and any novelty of being wet is dissipating very quickly. “It’s alright, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, stroking her thigh as he wipes up the last few bits of the floor. When he’s finished, he brings his other hand to her other leg, and pulls her over towards him, so she’s sitting at the end of the bench with a leg on each side.
He kneels on a dry edge of the blanket as he wordlessly unlaces one boot and then the other, setting them off to the side. Then, he reaches up under her skirt and pulls down her soaked drawers, sliding them all the way off her ankles and folding them in amidst the blankets. “Caleb, I just —”
“Nothing, Mein Liebes, could ever make you less sweet.” He kisses her knee and then trails a line of kisses all the way to the dripping wet curls between her legs. His mouth finds the nub of her swollen clit, and Jester bites back a moan as Caleb reminds her just how sweet he thinks she is.