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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!
Mollymauk/Caleb Boot Worship
Date: 2018-06-10 03:22 am (UTC)You're free to include any other kink, sex, or headcanon you want here, but I definitely need Caleb getting off from taking care of Molly's boots and Molly being into the devotion he's showing them.
Re: Mollymauk/Caleb Boot Worship
Date: 2018-06-12 04:58 pm (UTC)Molly/Caleb fill: Prestidigitation
Date: 2018-06-14 03:37 am (UTC)* * *
The party had taken their usual table at the inn after a day spent trudging through the swamp. They had tracked mud all the way inside and together they did not smell great—terrible, actually, even to Caleb who was used to the musty scent of dirt and grime. Their clothes were soaked up to their knees and their boots were caked in muck and stunk of decay.
All except for Mollymauk, whose outfit was impeccably clean. The Tiefling had seemed to materialize beside Caleb, sitting cross-legged in a pristine pair of trousers and boots that looked like they could have been brand new. Caleb wondered how he did it; soap and water could only clean so much dirt off of their ruined clothes, and the party had little to spare. Perhaps it was the mystery that drew him in. Once a question formed in Caleb’s mind, he was never sated until he found an answer. He kept glancing down at Molly’s legs, watching the pointed toe of his boot bounce idly underneath the table.
Caleb’s interest crept towards the line of obsession the longer they stayed in the swamplands. He would hang his own clothes up to dry at night and shimmy into his damp trousers the next morning, yank on his soggy boots and throw his ever-filthy coat over his shoulders. Then Molly would show up in his spotless coat and thigh-high leather boots, looking like he had never stepped foot outdoors in his life.
He could have just asked, but the opportunity never came up, until one evening when Molly stopped him in the hall with a curious look on his face.
“Caleb,” he said, stepping in front of the wizard and blocking the hallway. Caleb’s skin prickled in nervous anticipation. “You’ve been paying quite a lot of attention to my boots lately. Tell me I don’t have something stuck to my heel?” Molly twisted to look behind him, pretending to examine the bottom of his foot.
“No,” said Caleb. He cursed himself for leaving his coat in his room; he desperately wanted to hide under something. “I have just been wondering how you keep them so clean. We are up to our knees in shit every day. You must have some kind of trick, ja?”
Molly shrugged. “Oh, you didn’t know? Prestidigitation works wonders on just about anything.”
“Oh, I….that….that would explain it.” It was so obvious that Caleb wanted to slap himself for overseeing it.
“Hmm, indeed, but it doesn’t quite explain why you’ve been staring so hard at my shoes, if all you were concerned with was tidiness,” said Molly. He had his hands clasped loosely behind his back while leaning forward, sizing up Caleb. “Especially since you’re normally so fixated on my ass.”
Caleb coughed hard into his sleeve. “I’m not—I haven’t been—”
“Oh, Caleb, spare me,” groaned Molly, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, darling. It’s a good ass.”
“And those are good boots,” replied Caleb. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. He tried to look anywhere but Molly’s feet, but it was difficult when making eye contact was even worse.
Molly tipped Caleb’s head up with a finger under his chin, bringing their faces closer together. There was something hopeful in the way he was smiling.
“I wouldn’t mind showing you just how good these boots can be,” said Molly, his voice dropping to a pitch that resonated in Caleb’s lower abdomen.
“How so?” asked Caleb, wincing as his voice cracked. He could barely breathe.
Molly grinned wide. He leaned into Caleb’s space, caressing Caleb’s cheek with his fingertips. “Come find out for yourself. Do you want to play, Caleb?”
“Yes,” whispered Caleb against Molly’s lips. The question held so much weight and mystery, but Caleb felt starved for whatever Molly was offering.
“Wonderful!” said Molly, stepping back, “Follow me.” He suddenly turned around, looked over his shoulder and gave Caleb an exaggerated wink. He whacked Caleb’s thighs with his tail before striding away down the hall, heels tapping on the wooden floorboards.
Caleb felt weak in the knees as he stumbled after the Tiefling. When he reached Molly’s room, he found Molly sitting in a wooden chair by the tiny desk in the corner. He sat with his legs spread and his feet planted firmly on the floor. It was a completely reasonable way to sit, Caleb tried to reason with himself, but then he imagined himself wedged between Molly’s knees and all logic melted away.
“Take those filthy trousers off,” said Molly, waving a hand at Caleb, “You smell like shit.”
Caleb laughed weakly and did as he was told. Molly’s voice had an unusually authoritative quality to it, which seemed to bypass any reluctance Caleb had to comply. He folded his damp trousers and set them and his boots out of the way. He might as well have been naked, standing there in his linen shirt and underclothes while Molly remained fully dressed.
Molly/Caleb fill: Prestidigitation (2)
Date: 2018-06-14 03:38 am (UTC)“Before we begin, I need to know what your boundaries are,” he said, his voice firm but gentle in contrast to the commanding tone from a moment ago.
“Do not hit me, or degrade me,” said Caleb, “Hair pulling is….is fine.”
“Ooh, I can work with that,” Molly beamed, “Is there anything else?”
“I-I cannot think of anything right now,” said Caleb, turning his face in towards Molly’s palm. He was losing the battle with the lusty haze that surrounded the thinking parts of his brain.
“Now, Caleb, this is very important.” Molly turned Caleb’s head to look at him again. “If you are uncomfortable with anything we do, you will tell me, and I will stop immediately.”
“Yes, Mollymauk, I will.” Caleb fidgeted with his hands. He was getting impatient, eager to please Molly.
“Good boy,” said Molly, the sultry tone returning to his voice as he slid his thumb past Caleb’s teeth. Caleb instinctively closed his lips around it. He swallowed up to the second knuckle, swirling his tongue around Molly’s ring and enjoying the contrast of cool metal inside his warm mouth. Molly added his forefinger and playfully pinched the powerful muscle. Caleb took both fingers inside, coating them in spit that also dripped down his chin. Molly hummed appreciatively but withdrew his hand, too soon, to lick the saliva from his fingers. He pulled his index finger out of his mouth with a loud pop.
“As I was saying,” said Molly, as if they had been in the middle of a real conversation, “Prestidigitation can only do so much for these old boots. Why don’t you put that lovely tongue of yours to work and finish the job?”
Caleb failed to suppress a full body shudder.
He took Molly’s foot in his hands, cupping the ankle in one and running his fingers over the seams with the other, all the way up to where the boot ended above Molly’s knee. The brown leather was soft, smooth, and undoubtedly expensive. The boots themselves were spotless, Caleb found as he brought Molly’s foot closer to inspect it, no dust or stains or worn-out parts.
Caleb bowed his head and pressed his lips to the toe of the boot. He gathered spit on his tongue and swiped it over the arch of Molly’s foot, savoring the feeling of the soft yet gritty material against his tongue.
Molly was breathing heavily above him. Caleb’s neck prickled pleasantly as he listened for the first signs of Molly’s coming apart. He moaned performatively as he continued to lick Molly’s boot with wide sweeps of his tongue and was rewarded with a shaky sigh. When he looked up he saw Molly’s pale-knuckled fingers gripped tightly around the left arm of the chair.
“How am I doing?” asked Caleb. The leather had turned a darker shade of brown from the moisture that had seeped into the fabric, showing where his tongue had been.
“You’re doing a wonderful job, love,” purred Molly. He had his head propped up by the hand not clenched around the arm of the chair and was gazing dreamily down at Caleb. He let his foot fall from Caleb’s loose grip and raised the other, nudging Caleb’s chin with his toe. “But you’re only halfway done.”
“Of course, Mollymauk,” murmured Caleb, desire flaring in the pit of his stomach. He was certain that he was wet by now; he shifted in his pants and felt cool air waft between his legs. He set his own needs aside and began affectionately nuzzling Molly’s ankle. He kissed a line from ankle to toe and back again; he could feel the warmth of Molly’s skin through the thin material. Caleb closed his eyes, letting his lips guide him over every arch and dip in Molly’s foot. He bathed the boot with his tongue with the same attention and care as the other. When he was done, he let his head fall into Molly’s lap, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.
“Oh, Caleb,” breathed Molly, running his fingers through Caleb’s hair, “You’re such a good boy. You spoil me, darling. You make me feel like a god.”
Caleb whined. He lower back was sore from hunching over and his groin was aching and dripping with want.
“Mmm, what was that?” said Molly. He wedged his toe between Caleb’s legs and lifted up, causing Caleb to gasp and shudder. Caleb’s hips seemed to roll forward on their own, instinctively seeking contact. A wicked grin split Molly’s face in two. “Enjoying yourself down there?”
Molly/Caleb fill: Prestidigitation (3)
Date: 2018-06-14 03:39 am (UTC)While Caleb steadily rutted against Molly’s foot, his face was inches away from Molly’s half-hard cock when he undid his pants and pulled it out. Molly began jerking himself to full hardness, arching his back as he did so. Caleb stared, enchanted by the rings that adorned Molly’s fingers and glimmered in the light as he twisted his hand around his cock.
Caleb’s fingers dug into Molly’s thighs just above the top of his boots. He held on for dear life while he humped Molly’s foot like a horny dog. He was not sure if he would be able to look Molly in the eye the next day, but he was in too far to stop. Molly looked fucking good in those boots, and Caleb was happy to find that he felt just as good fucking them.
Caleb had nearly rubbed himself raw by the time his orgasm crested, but when he came it was fantastic. He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and buried his face into the meat of Molly’s inner thigh. His whole body tensed as the tension built and shook when it released. He trapped Molly’s leg between his thighs as he clenched them together and came again and again with his clit pressed hard against Molly’s toe, his cum gushing onto the leather with every contraction of his vagina’s inner walls.
Caleb heaved into the fabric of Molly’s trousers and clung to him until his orgasm subsided. When he opened his eyes he saw Molly erratically fisting his cock, swollen and slick with precum. Molly stared down at him with glossy eyes and his mouth hanging open. He looked absolutely wrecked, and Caleb smirked with a sense of pride that he would be the one to crack the man who was always so collected and poised.
“Mollymauk,” Caleb said to get his attention. He licked his lips and extended his tongue.
“Are you sure?” asked Molly, gripping his cock tight. Caleb tilted his head back and nodded eagerly. A few more strokes was all it took to shatter Mollymauk to pieces.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” rasped Molly, “I’m about to cum, Caleb, get ready for it—ahh! I’m cumming, fuck, Caleb, cumming!”
He threw his head back and with a wail and came in Caleb’s mouth as promised. Caleb tried to catch it the best he could. Most landed on his tongue but some splashed on his cheek and dripped down his chin.
“Sorry about that,” said Molly once he floated back down to earth. He swiped his thumb across Caleb’s cheek and licked his finger clean.
“All good,” muttered Caleb, who was resting his head on Molly’s knee. Molly’s cock, spent, flopped to the side for Caleb to admire. Meanwhile, Molly extricated his leg from between Caleb’s. He caught the sight of the dark brown leather, soaked with Caleb’s cum.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” teased Molly, lifting his foot. Caleb was horrified to see just how much he had drenched the leather.
“I can clean it again for you,” offered Caleb, although he made no effort to move from his current position.
“Not today,” Molly decided, giving Caleb’s head a pat, “You’ve been so kind to me, Caleb, such a good boy. But now that I know helpful you are, I might have to ask you to clean my boots more often.”
“I cannot say I am opposed,” admitted Caleb. Once he regained his strength he stood with the help of Molly’s knees for leverage. “I will see you on another night, Mollymauk, but it is very late. I should be going now.”
Molly looked amused. “Yes, for now you should worry about cleaning yourself up, darling.” Caleb jerked away when Molly’s finger grazed his oversensitive clit through his soaked underclothes. He hurried to yank his trousers on to hide the wet spot, but the fabric was still damp and felt unpleasant against his skin.
He thought about bolting for the door, but instead returned to Molly, who had just finished tucking his cock back into his trousers. Caleb took Molly’s hand.
“Thank you, Molly,” he said.
“No need,” said Molly, crossing his legs and leaning to one side of the chair, “You are an excellent playmate.”
Caleb shook his head. “No, I mean it, thank you. I needed that tonight, very much.”
“I mean it, too, love. Just come find me and I will give you anything that you need.”
Caleb blushed and could not help but smile. He gave Molly’s hand a squeeze before letting go.
“Have a good night, Mollymauk,” he said, heading for the exit.
“Sweet dreams,” called Molly, waving while he watched Caleb close the door.
Re: Molly/Caleb fill: Prestidigitation (3)
Date: 2018-06-14 01:32 pm (UTC)Re: Molly/Caleb fill: Prestidigitation (3)
Date: 2018-06-22 10:06 am (UTC)