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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/molly, noncon, molly thinks it's okay for him to punish caleb & caleb... pretty much agree
Date: 2018-06-06 07:42 am (UTC)now that beau's confirmed (in caleb's mind) that she recognises him for what he is, any faith in explaining things to the group in such a way that they'll sympathise is out the window. he knows his charisma doesn't get him as far with groups, particularly not this group, so complaining about how one member of the group seems to be targeting him cruelly? no way, just let it be. chances of that conversation going well are incredibly low.
but the chances of caleb being able to endure a handsy tiefling who seems to like it when he acts scared? they're terrific and caleb deserves far worse so who cares.
(it's me. i care. ;_;)
Re: caleb/molly, noncon, molly thinks it's okay for him to punish caleb & caleb... pretty much agree
Date: 2018-07-14 05:38 am (UTC)A bit sloppy in parts but I NEEDED to get this out eventually and Episode 26 has me fucked up
“But ah-” Caleb trips over his own tongue as the woman slides off her barstool and leaves. “- She left?”
“You did just insult her name. Just FYI.” Beau pipes up.
“Yeah... that wasn’t your finest hour.” Fjord said.
“In Caleb’s defense, the name ‘Cockpatch’ does have pretty odd connotations,” Nott spoke up.
“It makes me picture a little garden of cocks. Like a- an acre of nothing but cocks!” Jester grins and wildly gesticulates, pretending to pick cockplants while Nott joins in with a vivid description of the harvest.
They fade into the background noise as Caleb’s gaze slides over to Mollymauk, his blood pressure rising as he saw the man’s lips curl up in a smirk. Molly practically floats off his current seat and into the one next to Caleb, draping himself over the other man's shoulders. Caleb curls in on himself, self-admonishments bouncing around his head long before Mollymauk leans over and ghosts his lips over Caleb’s ear.
“You’re a smart boy, Caleb. That wasn’t a smart thing to say. Try to use your big boy brain next time you open your mouth, okay?” Mollymauk pats Caleb’s shoulder and he turns as rigid as a board, nodding stiffly and staring down at his drink.
Why did he say that? What was wrong with his brain? Why was he such an idiot?! Why did he have to open his mouth?! He /knew/ he ruined everything when he spoke but he did anyway what’s /wrong/ with him-
Mollymauk squeezes his arm tighter around Caleb as he leans forward to enter the conversation and Caleb’s mind goes into a garbled tailspin “-Since the plants in this metaphor are cockpatches, and people like to call semen ‘seed’, will you just be marching pantless men up and down the rows until the fields are nice and fertilized?”
“Oh my god, yes!” Jester’s hands fly up as she throws a smile towards Molly. “It’ll be like a big outdoor brothel! Or Burning Elf!”
Fjord raises an eyebrow at the name of the festival, opens his mouth, then closes it and hides behind his fist.
“Burning Elf? What’s that?” Nott asks.
“You’ve never heard of Burning Elf?” Molly grins and leans down towards Nott, dragging Caleb along. “It’s basically a huge art project and orgy in the middle of- Let me remember...” Molly’s gaze slides towards Fjord. “In the middle of nowhere? In some small town?”
Fjord coughs. “It was in the grasslands.” Fjord coughs again as everyone’s attention turns to him. There’s a couple hoots and hollers before everyone starts questioning him about his experiences at Burning Elf. (He was a three-time attendee and drunk sunrise to sunset so his stories were only half-remembered.) The rest of the group’s night is spent at the bar, trading stories and buying each other drinks. Mollymauk refuses to peel his arm off Caleb’s shoulder, and every time the wizard thinks he’s acclimated to the invasive limb Molly jerks him around or squeezes him or forces him to make eye contact and speak and goddamnit he knows exactly how much he hates this and how badly he wants to scream and run away but if he does everyone will tell him he's overreacting again so he just has to sit there and suffer and-
Mollymauk interrupts his internal monologue by patting him on the cheek and asking him to “Go up to the barkeep and get us all a round of drinks, won’t you?”
re: fill
Date: 2018-07-14 09:55 pm (UTC)i love how in-character the group is, the dialogue feels like it could be quoted from an episode. the dissonance between funny group interactions & molly being creepy and caleb getting upset is very pleasantly uncomfortable, which is exactly what i wanted to feel. :D
very much looking forward to the next part, can't wait to see where this goes. :)
Re: caleb/molly, noncon, molly thinks it's okay for him to punish caleb & caleb... pretty much agree
Date: 2018-08-07 05:40 am (UTC)A little rushed in places, but overall I'm happy with it. Not for the faint of heart.
Various members of The Mighty Nein shuffle in place as they try to eek out one more inch of elbow room in the tiny shop. The Gentleman had pointed them here to complete a task, but the deal was becoming more and more sour with every passing minute. The earthly smelling man in front of them kept claiming he’d never heard of the shipment The Gentlemen had requested, and The Mighty Nein was quickly running out of arguments. They had no notes, no tangible evidence- just the word of The Gentleman.
“Listen, we want to believe you, but we believe The Gentleman more,” Fjord says as the gnomish man turns even redder.
“I don’t have the damn extract, alright?! I don’t-”
Caleb coughs to try to get the man’s attention, but the sound is easily absorbed in the crowd of bodies. He coughs again and Beau jerks back with a ”Shesh, man, cover your mouth!”
“Sorry, I ah- Excuse me-” Caleb muscles past Jester and Molly, (the purple tielfing’s touch feels like white-hot needles jabbing into his skin) and to the front of the man’s desk.
“Ah- Do- Do you mean this extract?” He holds up a vial of the red jaderoot extract he’d snuck off a crowded shelf earlier.
The merchant pales, eyes flicking down to his desk then back to Caleb. “Okay, listen...” He leans forward, hands held out in a pleading gesture. “I have /some/ extract prepared, but I don’t have the man’s entire order. He’ll have my damn head if I shortchange him!”
“He’ll have our damn heads if we’re late delivering his order,” Fjord says. “An order you’ve had... Two? Three? Extensions on already?” Accusation oozes off every word and shines through his posture like a searchlight through a window pane.
“That /is/ pretty odd, Mr...?” Mollymauk edges forward, using Caleb’s shoulder as an elbow rest.
“...Mr. Razia as far as anyone who needs to know is concerned. Listen-” The man sighs. “I have a solid 80% ready to go. I can have the full batch done in a few hours and you’ll be outta town by midnight.”
“Why should we believe you?” Fjord asks.
“S’a damn good question,” Beau says. “How do we know you’re not just buying time to skip town?”
“I’m not, alright?! I can- I- I-” The gnome grows even paler and slumps back in his seat.
“Give us your book. The one full of your recipes.” Nott says from the back, sitting on Yasha’s shoulders to be seen.
“WHAT?!” The man shoots to his feet. “I can’t-! I can’t give you the heart of my operation!”
“You can and you will,” Yasha says.
“How do I know you won’t just take the whole thing and run off, huh?”
“Because you’ll only give us half your book! I can mend it afterward, but you HAVE to be honest to get half of it back.” Jester spoke up, grinning all the while.
“Smart,” Fjord says, then holds out his hands for the book. The gnome grumbles and fishes out the book, opening it halfway through and reaching for a knife.
“AH!” Jester practically flies to the front, shoving Molly and Caleb behind her in her haste. “In half the OTHER way...” She closes the book and draws a horizontal line across the cover. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding m-” The gnome yelps as the book and his desk are sawn in half by a spectral lollipop.
“Nope!” Jester picked half the book up off the floor with a grin. “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Razia!”
The Mighty Nein take that as permission to finally leave the cramped hole in the wall shop and pile out with several sighs of relief.
“So that guy’s definitely selling some of the gent’s order?” Beau asks, groaning as she stretches her shoulders.
“Definitely. Might be a good little fact to keep in our back pockets.” Fjord says.
Jester looks at the half of the book she’d taken, leaning down and asking Nott what she could glean from only the top halves of pages.
The rest of the group’s antics melt away as Mollymauk's arm slithers over Caleb’s shoulders and smirks at him as pats the stolen scroll stuffed in his shirt.
“Not clever enough.”
Every word feels like a sword through his gut. Not clever enough, not stealthy enough, not good enough to not be caught, now you’re in deep, now here it comes-
The blood’s already drained from Caleb’s face before Mollymauk nudges him down a side road, the walls seeming to constrict just like his own tightening throat as Mollymauk thrusts a hand up his shirt.
“Hmmmm....” Molly mockingly hums in Caleb’s ear, pressing his stomach to his back and Caleb’s face into the wall as a second hand begins to explore the space in Caleb’s trousers. Caleb gasps and tenses at the sudden violation, only for his throat to grow even tighter as Mollymauk began to nibble at the exposed flesh between his hair and coat collar.
Caleb can feel the smooth pearls of Mollymauk’s teeth and the curve of his soft mouth on the back of his neck. Every little bump or ridge feels like an arrow through his flesh. He trembles as Molly snakes one hand higher and the other hand lower, the arrows in his neck strangling away any words he could think of.
“M-m-m-” Caleb chokes out as Mollymauk finally pulls away somewhat, the arrows easing out of his neck and letting him breath “Molly, ple-Ah!” The hand under his shirt became a hand around his neck, one thumb pressing down on his windpipe and sliding up to force his head back.
“Shhhhhhhh, you don’t want everyone to see you like this, do you?” The hand slid over his mouth, squeezing tightly and forcing Caleb’s head back and onto Mollymauk’s shoulder. “What would everything think, finding you like this?” His hand tightens around Caleb’s cock, stroking him in quick, swift movements. “Just think about it: Beau, covering her eyes in disgust. Fjord, trying to be the oh-so composed leader and pretending he can still look you in the eye... Jester’ll get a laugh out of it, I can already tell... But what about Nott? What will she think?”
Tears began to swell in Caleb’s eyes. He thinks? He can’t tell. He can barely feel his own skin anymore. He can’t feel anything- he can feel too much. He can feel every fold of his trousers and every thread in his shirt and every fold of skin on Mollymauk’s hand but he can’t /see/ oh god his vision is gone and he can barely hear anything over the roar of blood in his ears and the heat in his groin and the /shame/ boiling in his veins and-
Mollymauk pulls away suddenly, cold air rushing in to replace the space he once occupied. Caleb gasps and nearly collapses, arms flying out to grab the wall and keep himself somewhat vertical. His vision swims as the white spots slowly disappear and the tunnel in front of him shrinks out of existence. When he finally looks up, he sees Mollymauk holding the stolen scroll.
“I’ll go fix your mistake.” Mollymauk flashes Caleb a self-satisfied grin and waltzes away, leaving the wizard half undressed, half hard, and fully violated on the side of the road.