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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: "a field too long lain fallow," Caleb-centric a/b/o, pre-polyNein, M, 4/?
Date: 2018-12-27 04:36 am (UTC)---
Molly and Jester were both quick to follow suit, though it did take them a little longer. Molly had his boots to contend with, and Jester had her bodice to unfasten. By the time Molly was down to his smallclothes, Caleb was already sitting in bed, settling back against the pillows with the blankets drawn up to his chest. Molly looked from Caleb to Jester, who was in the last stages of undressing and putting on a bit of a show. Jester pulled her shift over her head slowly, deliberately, and stood there in just her lace-edged drawers. She had a nice pair of tits, Molly thought -- had thought before, in the bathhouse in Zadash -- though he planned to phrase it a little more nicely when expressing the thought aloud. Jester’s good cheer seemed to fade when she realized that Caleb was resolutely looking at the ceiling. Molly took his chin firmly in one hand and turned his face toward Jester.
“Jester’s got those lovely breasts on display and you won't even deign to look at them?” Molly said. “Now that's what I call ungrateful.”
“I was trying to be polite,” Caleb said, fighting Molly’s hold on him with every syllable.
“We’re going to be mostly-naked in bed with you,” Molly said. “I don't think modesty’s really a priority here.” Jester slapped lightly at his wrist until he let Caleb's chin go.
“Don't be mean,” she chided him. “He can look or not look. I won't be offended.” She said it with determination more than sincerity.
“You don't have to do this,” Caleb said. As though he hadn't repeatedly made that clear already.
“Don't be silly,” Jester said. “We're your friends, we want to help you.” She fidgeted with the edge of her drawers, which really only drew attention to how little she was wearing. “Can I get under the covers?”
“Yes,” Caleb said. “Yes, of course.” He laid back all the way and lifted one corner of the coverlet. His attitude was that of a condemned man. Jester might have decided not to be offended by it, but Molly was. He slid in on the other side of the bed without being asked. It was tough to stay offended when he could feel Caleb trembling, though.
“So, do we lay on you like blankets?” Jester said, frowning. “Beau didn’t really say how we’re supposed to do it.”
“If I lay on my side, I think,” Caleb said, “with one of you in front and the other behind… if it really is skin contact that helps, that might be most efficient.” He turned -- away from Molly, which wasn’t really surprising.
“Oh! Hmm,” Jester said as she settled in. Caleb’s shoulders curled forward (embarrassed) and he scooted his hips back (making the reason for that embarrassment obvious). “I know I said no sex, but if you want, one of us could…” she trailed off with a gesture universally understood to indicate a handjob. “No hard feelings. Right, Molly?” She smiled over Caleb's shoulder at him, bright but a little unsure.
“Of course,” Molly said firmly. “I’ve never minded a little fun between friends, and I'm not about to start now.” Though this wasn’t shaping up to be anything like fun, sex or not, the principle stood.
“See, so, no problem! We just want to help you feel better.” She cupped Caleb's face in her hands. “It doesn't have to be anything bad or weird.” Caleb was silent for a long moment.
“Nee,” he said finally, barely audible. An exhale that happened to have a consonant attached.
“Nay?” Molly said. It wasn’t quite the right sound. The vowel was too open, but it was the closest word he could think of.
“Sorry, it's, it's Zemnian,” Caleb said. “I'm a little bit in my own head right now.”
“Well, nothing new there,” Molly said. Jester reached across Caleb and pinched him. “Hey!”
“Be nice,” she said.
“I am,” Molly insisted. He rubbed Caleb's shoulder as if to prove his point. “The nicest.”
“What does it mean?” Jester said, turning her full attention back to Caleb. He didn't seem to want it.
“It's another way of saying no,” he said. “More casual. Less emphatic than ‘nein’.”
“When we retire from adventuring, we can call ourselves ‘The Gentle Nee,’ then,” Molly said. No response from Caleb. Well, he’d blame that on Caleb’s current state and not his own lack of wit. “Which part were you saying no to? No it doesn't have to be bad, or no you don't want a helping hand?”
“The second one,” Caleb said. “I don't want to, to take advantage. Ask you for something you’ll regret later.”
“I don't think you’d be the one taking advantage, in a state like this,” Molly said. Caleb curled away from him, closer to Jester. Molly winced. “That didn't sound good, did it?”
“Not really,” Jester said, making a face back at him. She stroked a hand down Caleb's back. “Nobody's taking advantage, okay? We're all just trying to be good to each other, you know?”
“I can leave, if you want,” Molly said. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
“No, I’m sorry, I --” Caleb started. Jester shushed him, kissing him on the cheek. He took another moment to gather his thoughts. “You're warmer than she is,” he said at last.
“Oh, hey!” Jester said, feigning indignance and ruining the effect with a giggle.
“When you put it that way,” Molly said, settling in against Caleb's back again, “I can't leave you to Jester’s undeniable but lukewarm charms.” He draped an arm over Caleb's waist and paid Jester back for her pinch with a little poke in her side. “How close do you want me?”
“Ah, close,” Caleb said. “Both of you. Please.” Jester wriggled closer against his front, though she couldn't get right up against him. Caleb had pulled his arms in close to his chest. (Like he was afraid to touch them. Maybe not a great sign.) Molly had a little more success, though figuring out how not to knock Caleb with his horns was a slight challenge.
“Fuck, hang on,” Molly said, angling his head to one aside and tucking his face against Caleb’s neck. His teeth grazed the skin there. “Sorry, I know they're sharp --” He almost missed the soft sound Caleb made. A tiny gasp of startled pleasure. Maybe he was onto something. “Or was that good?”
“Mmh,” Caleb said. “It is a, a human thing, but I don't think you want to…” Molly scraped his teeth over Caleb’s neck, this time deliberately. Caleb squirmed.
“I don't mind at all,” Molly assured him. “Biting between friends is no stranger than cuddling between friends, as far as I’m concerned.”
“No,” Caleb said. His voice rose. Not all the way to panicked, but certainly alarmed. “Bitte, Mollymauk, you don't understand --”
“Oh,” Jester breathed, eyes wide in understanding. “No, no, Molly, he’s right, unless you want to get human-married and like defend his honor and stuff you should probably not do that.”
“What?” Molly said. He drew back immediately.
“It's a thing human couples do, but only when they're really serious,” Jester explained. “It can be super romantic, you know -- it's in a lot of books -- but also it’s kind of a big commitment.”
“My father had a little scar here.” Caleb reached up to touch the slope of his own shoulder and traced a small vee shape. “It didn’t look like a bite. Just puckered skin. My mother bit him too hard, the first heat they spent together. They were young, only just married, and she got caught up in the moment…” he trailed off. “She was so embarrassed. But he thought it was romantic.”
“It is,” Jester said. “So he has a little piece of her with him always, huh?”
“When I was young -- too young, I think -- I overheard him saying to a friend that he was sure that was the night I was conceived,” Caleb went on. He ducked his head. Molly couldn’t see enough of his face to make out an expression. “It might have just been superstition.”
“I don't think our lifestyle is especially conducive to children,” Molly said, trying to lighten the mood. “So let's not take the chance.”
“You would have to do a good deal more than bite me to accomplish that,” Caleb said drily. Molly laughed, startled by his frankness.
“Fair point.”
“But it would make him very attached to you and he would pine when you were apart,” Jester said. She was a little starry-eyed. “Even without the sex part. That’s the way it is in stories. But Caleb would know -- is it really like that? Does it make you miss them more?”
“I don't know if that's true,” Caleb said. “My parents were never apart for long. They… there was never a need for it.” He fell silent.
“You miss them a lot,” Jester said softly. “Did something happen to them?”
“Ja. Yes. The worst possible thing.”
“I don't know what I’d do if something happened to my mom,” she said, well-intentioned but absolutely not helping. Caleb was tensing up with this turn in the conversation, getting further from sleep instead of closer to it.
“I think that's probably a story for another time, Jester,” Molly said.
“Oh! Of course,” she agreed, looking between Molly and Caleb, drawing the same conclusion just a couple of sentences too late. “I'm sorry to make you think about something sad.”
“Sometimes I could do with a reminder,” Caleb said. “To help me keep sight of what’s important.” Definitely something to ask about later, then.
“Is there anything that would help you sleep?” Jester said.
“Other than a lull in conversation, which I’m not sure we're qualified to provide,” Molly added, with a wink at Jester over Caleb's shoulder. He didn't quite get a smile back, but a dimple appeared in one cheek, which was close enough for now.
“I’ll be fine,” Caleb said with a tone of hopelessness that was not reassuring. “Maybe the talk will lull me to sleep, if I'm not required to respond.”
“That we can do,” Molly said. “Any particular talk you’d like to hear? I have plenty of stories from the circus -- I may only have two years behind me, but they've been eventful.”
“And of course I have stories from Nicodranas,” Jester said. “I didn't get out much, you know, but plenty went on inside that I got a good look at, and some of it was pretty interesting. But most of those are kind of about sex, or related to sex, which might not help your whole… situation.” She did stifle a grin, but Molly caught her biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself. He couldn't blame her. If Caleb were just a little less miserable, Molly would be joking about it.
“I’ll go first and we can see how it goes,” Molly said. “Have I told either of you about the time I pretended to be royalty?” He told the story with all the details, plus some embellishments, and felt Caleb gradually relax against him. As the story wound down, he looked over at Jester (who was also starting to look sleepy) and mouthed asleep? She nodded. Molly settled down into the pillows, trying not to move too much or knock Caleb with his horns and also trying to keep his mouth away from Caleb's neck. He wasn't a sleep-biter, as far as he knew, but he learned new things about himself every day. Better not to risk it.
He woke later, though he didn't know by how much. It took a long moment to remember where he was and why he was pressed up against another body. The sort of sweet-earthy smell from earlier was stronger now, and something was… wet. He’d wedged one leg halfway between Caleb's in his sleep, and now Caleb’s knees were clamped tight around it. He was making little sounds -- half-voiced whimpers that wouldn't have been loud enough to wake Molly in the first place, but were impossible to ignore now that he was awake.
“Caleb?” Molly whispered. No response. “You awake?” Another little sound, but it didn't seem like an affirmative. “Okay, this is…” What was it, exactly? Well, weird, for one thing, and probably pretty fucking hot, if Caleb had been conscious, but with things as they were, Molly didn't feel great about it. “I'm just going to move you a little bit.” He felt better saying it aloud even though he knew Caleb wasn't listening. He reached down to pry Caleb's knees apart, to reclaim his leg and try to find a position where he was less likely to get hard in his sleep and alarm Caleb when he woke up.
Unfortunately, prying Caleb's knees apart only seemed to make things worse. Caleb keened, loud enough that Molly was sure it would wake up Jester. He felt a trickle of wet over his hand and realized, belatedly, what it was and where it was coming from. He knew the basics from Mona and Yuli, as much as they had to tell him at first to get him to leave them alone, but he’d never been up close and personal with a human in heat. It was a little more than he’d been expecting.
“Fuck,” Molly said. “I guess this is happening.” He slid his hand from between Caleb's legs and turned so that his back was against Caleb's. There was a little less skin contact that way, but it seemed way less perilous in almost every respect. It took him a long time to fall back asleep.
When Molly woke again, there was weak sunlight streaming through the curtains and a knock at the door.
“Anybody up?” Beau’s voice was muffled by the wood but still intelligible. “We got a thing to help Caleb sleep.”
“Coming,” Molly called back. He tucked the covers in around Caleb as he got up. Jester was awake, too, rising on one elbow and petting Caleb's hair with her other hand. The muscles of his back, turned toward Molly, were tight. Maybe not asleep, then. Molly unbolted and opened the door. “So you had some luck?” Beau slapped a hand over one of her eyes.
“Never thought I’d miss the fucking tapestry,” she grumbled. “Yasha said she'd take the next shift with Caleb, so you can put some pants on.”
“Sure, I can.” Molly grinned. “But where’s the fun in that?” Beau rolled her eyes and elbowed past him into the room and slammed the door behind her.
“Hey, Caleb, we got you what you wanted,” she said. Caleb turned and sat up slowly. He looked… definitely not well-rested. Still pretty terrible, actually. “Abronsius said this’d probably taste pretty bad, so I’ll get you a chaser.” She tossed a glass bottle toward the bed. Caleb didn't catch it, but it landed on the mattress and rolled toward him rather than off the edge, which was good enough. Beau poured a cup of water from the pitcher on the nightstand as Caleb struggled with the cork on the bottle.
“Let me get that for you,” Jester said, sitting up all the way and letting the covers pool around her waist. Beau gaped at her before catching herself and closing her mouth with a snap. (Molly couldn't rightly blame her.) Caleb handed the bottle over to Jester, who made short work of opening it and handed it back. Caleb knocked the sleeping draught back in one go and then held out a hand for the cup of water. He knocked that back, too.
“Danke,” Caleb said at last. “I will be less trouble to you now.”
“No trouble,” Jester assured him. She petted his hair again. Caleb lowered his head but didn't move away.
“If you guys, uh, want to get dressed, Yasha’s set to come in whenever,” Beau said. Jester got up and stretched before bending over to pick up her shift. Molly joined Beau in enjoying the view before pulling on his trousers, grabbing his shirt, and slinging his boots over his shoulder. He could finish getting dressed in his own room, even if he hadn't gotten to sleep there. Yasha was standing in the hall, arms crossed.
“Before we left, there was a person lurking around,” Yasha said.
“A human?” Molly said, peering around her down the hall. No one was there now.
“A human person,” Yasha agreed. “It was good that you and Jester were with Caleb. Just in case.” A chill went up Molly’s spine.
“Fuck, you don’t think --”
“I don’t know,” Yasha said. “But it’s better to be cautious.” Molly clapped her on the shoulder.
“I have every faith in your ability to keep him safe,” he said. Yasha gave him a small smile, and Molly went on down the hall.
Re: fill: "a field too long lain fallow," Caleb-centric a/b/o, pre-polyNein, M, 4/?
Date: 2018-12-27 04:59 am (UTC)(with a megaphone) LET FJORD FJUCK
Re: fill: "a field too long lain fallow," Caleb-centric a/b/o, pre-polyNein, M, 4/?
Date: 2018-12-28 02:38 am (UTC)Re: fill: "a field too long lain fallow," Caleb-centric a/b/o, pre-polyNein, M, 4/?
Date: 2018-12-28 06:37 am (UTC)I have read approximately a million stories with this premise and I am captivated every single time. Who will fuck? When will they fuck? How desperately horny will things get first??? I HAVE to know!!!
Re: fill: "a field too long lain fallow," Caleb-centric a/b/o, pre-polyNein, M, 4/?
Date: 2018-12-29 05:40 am (UTC)Re: fill: "a field too long lain fallow," Caleb-centric a/b/o, pre-polyNein, M, 4/?
Date: 2019-01-03 06:44 am (UTC)