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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!
Halas/Caduceus, Caleb/Caduceus, noncon possession
Date: 2019-10-25 07:42 pm (UTC)+Caleb conscious and aware of what’s happening but unable to do anything
+Caduceus willingly going along so Halas won’t hurt Caleb
+Previous Caleb/Caduceus mutual crushes or relationships
Re: Halas/Caduceus, Caleb/Caduceus, noncon possession
Date: 2019-10-26 04:53 pm (UTC)Re: Halas/Caduceus, Caleb/Caduceus, noncon possession
Date: 2019-10-26 07:32 pm (UTC)Halas/Caduceus, non-con, 1/2
Date: 2019-10-27 08:14 pm (UTC)Not that it helps, at all. The orb only needs a touch to activate. Within a moment of picking it up, he sets it back down.
"Mister Caleb," Caduceus says, "is everything alright?"
"Everything is fine," Caleb says, turning back around. His accent is thicker Zemnian. It doesn't get that thick so often, Caleb usually tries to keep his accent as light as possible.
And Caleb is smiling. Caleb doesn't smile. Well, sometimes he does, but not like that, not so wide, and certainly not so - so sinister? so hungry?
"That's not Caleb," Beau says, eyes wide. "Guys. Guys. That's Halas."
She rushes forward to get the first strike in, and stun him - this might not be Caleb, but it is Caleb's body, and Caleb is pretty weak - but before she can get the chance, she's frozen in place.
They're all frozen in place.
"You all are certainly an interesting group," Halas says. "It would make sense, my foolish little wizard, to bring more nonmagical help when you came to plunder my halls.
"We aren't here to steal from you," Caduceus says. "We're here to find our friend."
"Who was here stealing, I must assume," Halas says. "And you are the most fascinating one of them all. I have not seen your kind, before. From where do you hail?"
"I'm from northern Wildemount," he says. "I come from the Blooming Grove."
"What a pretty sounding home, for such a pretty creature." The leer across Caleb's face is almost sweet, in a sickening and decidedly un-Caleb-like manner. "What's your name, pet?"
"Clay," he says. "Caduceus Clay."
"I'm definitely going to keep you," Halas says. "Oh, your wizard doesn't like that thought. Peskily strong, isn't he. I suppose I'll have to get rid of him first."
"Please don't," Caduceus says.
Halas pauses, staring into blank space for a few moments, before grinning again. He glances around at the Mighty Nein. "What will you give me, to keep him alive? To keep all of them alive?"
"Anything you want," Caduceus says.
"Anything?" Halas asks. "That's such a gracious offer, pet. I suppose I must accept it."
He steps even closer, now, and puts a hand in Caduceus' hair. He pets Caduceus' head gently, for a few moments, before his fingers curl into a tight grip, and he pulls Caduceus forward into a kiss.
Caduceus doesn't struggle - he couldn't do much even if he wanted to, because the spell still holds his limbs frozen in place. He submits into the kiss, which is deep and hungry, as hungry as to be expected from a man who's been trapped in an orb for who knows how many years.
It feels like an eternity before Halas pulls away, hand still resting at the side of Caduceus' head. He's grinning again, softer now but just as creepy, even more so across Caleb's face.
"Yes, you'll do quite nicely," Halas says. "Let's see..."
He trails off, making arcane gestures with his hands, and suddenly, the rest of the Mighty Nein have vanished with nothing more than a pop.
Caduceus must have made some sign of worry, across his face, because Halas gives him a pat on the shoulder in a gesture of mock comfort. "Don't worry," he says, "they're perfectly alright. I simply sent them to the prison."
He makes another, similar gesture, and suddenly the room around them begins to shift disconcertingly, and there’s the rather strange sensation of falling. It feels almost like how teleportation feels, but wrong, very, very wrong.
And then, the two of them are standing in a bedroom.
It’s a surprisingly normal bedroom, considering, well, everything else in this place. A bit elegant, but not overly so, with a nice size living space and a decently large bed. Halas walks through a normal, non-portal door, and beckons for Caduceus to follow.
The second room is a bathroom. A large pool in the floor, clearly magically sustained. Everything seems to be made of gold and marble, and it reminds him of being in a palace, almost.
“I don’t understand how you and your compatriots can handle being so dirty all the time,” Halas says, almost casually. “I suppose it would be simpler to do this magically, but long baths are one of the bodily pleasures I do so readily miss.” He smiles. “Do you enjoy baths, Caduceus?”
It takes him by surprise, for a moment, how much he sounds like Caleb. The voice Halas speaks in is missing most of Caleb’s usual tics, on top of having the stronger accent, but there are moments where they line up near indistinguishably. It makes him wonder if Caleb, still present but trapped inside his own mind, is having any influence, or if the two wizards are merely similar enough that their voices have such an overlap.
“Yes,” Caduceus says. “I find them to be very relaxing. Although drying off after can be somewhat time consuming.”
“I would imagine,” Halas says. “Strip for me, would you, pet?”
He begins to remove his clothes. He pulls off the coat, folding it, and undoes the ties of his breastplate, setting it gently to the side. He is careful with his undershirt, not wanting to damage his sleeve more than his time adventuring already has, and he takes a glance up at Halas. The mage doesn’t look impatient, thankfully, instead keeping a constant, mildly intrigued gaze as Caduceus continues to disrobe.
Halas doesn’t do anything but watch, until the last of Caduceus’ undergarments have been removed. When everything has been put aside, he beckons for Caduceus to come closer.
“Remove these clothes from me,” he orders, and Caduceus closes the distance between them, removing Caleb’s scarf.
He thinks, as he removes the mithril shirt, how easy it would be to take some action against Halas, right now. He is vulnerable, and trusting, and the range between them would make touch based spells simple. If he were Jester, perhaps, this would be simple, but his spells focus more on healing than on damage, and he doesn’t have the materials to use greater restoration, even if he had it prepared.
The Mighty Nein are in the same place Yussah is, and surely they could find a way to free themselves from the prison, eventually. For all they had their doubts, the group was powerful. Yussah was smart, he’d know what they needed to get Halas out of Caleb. And they’d come back. Why risk angering the mage, if he could bide his time and save his spells for when they came to save them both?
His hands trembled, slightly, making it difficult to undo the clasps of the harness holding Caleb’s books. Halas reached up, placing his hands on top of Caduceus, steadying him and guiding him to undo the buckles.
“Don’t worry, pet,” he said, comfortingly. “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re far too interesting for anything like that.”
The smile he offers is warm, and it almost looks like a Caleb smile. It sends even more shivers down Caduceus’ spine, and he hopes the reaction isn’t visible.
He pulls the tunic off, and folds it, and as he does Halas sits down at one of the benches against the wall, leaning back languidly, his feet extended. Caduceus kneels down, removing the boots one by one and setting them to the side. He sits there, still kneeling for a few moments, waiting for, well, instruction perhaps.
“Don’t be shy, pet,” Halas orders. “Come now. Finish the job.”
He pulls off Caleb’s trousers, and then the small clothes, leaving both of them completely naked.
Halas leans forward and pets Caduceus’ head comfortingly. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says.
The water is the perfect temperature as they both slip in. Halas slides in gracefully and leans back against the edge with a long, content sigh. Caleb would have submerged himself in the water near immediately, leaving not even half his face above the level of the water.
Caduceus sits down on the floor of the pool. The water sits at about his shoulders. It feels more comfortable than anything has since they entered this terrifying place.
“Come closer,” Halas orders, and Caduceus shifts himself closer to where the mage is sitting. “Clean me,” he orders, and gestures to the supplies by his side. Caduceus gets to work.
Caleb has been consistently cleaner, since they came to Rosohna, but his body is still rarely washed, and the remnants of heart gore remain on both their bodies. It is some work, cleaning Halas, as he does his best to be thorough and keep a gentle touch.
When he’s done, he pulls back, returns to sitting on the floor some distance away.
“Let me return the favor,” Halas says, and the smile is too sharp for that to be anything good. There is a flick of the wrist, and suddenly, the water around him is rising up, pulling him up above the surface. It’s difficult to get any sort of bearing, as the water turns him about with very little grace. He can feel it washing him, thoroughly, the sensation all across his body.
He can’t help but struggle against the feeling of being bound, but even as soon as he gets any sort of leeway, another arm of water seems to catch him.
Halas laughs. “Let’s get a proper look at you,” he says, and the movement stills. He’s left hanging in the air, suspended by his limbs, facing where Halas still lounges against the pool’s edge. “You’re absolutely beautiful, did you know that?”
He didn’t, particularly.
“Where to start?” Halas mutters to himself. “Let’s get you dry first, I think.” He’s set down on the marble around the pool, and he stands on somewhat shaky legs. Halas pulls himself out as well, and suddenly there is a snap, and the water is gone, his fur and hair dry.
Before he can start to react to the very sudden change, Halas is walking back towards the bedroom. Caduceus follows, quickly. He doesn’t want to get dragged around again.
Fill: Halas/Caduceus, non-con, 2/2
Date: 2019-10-27 08:15 pm (UTC)“Experience with what?” Caduceus asks in turn. He’s, well, he understands in the vaguest notion what he’s agreed to, but the particulars aren’t exactly clear.
“With this,” Halas says, wrapping a hand in Caduceus’ hair and pulling him down to kneel, bending his head so that it’s right in line with his dick. Caleb’s dick.
“No, not particularly,” he says, looking up.
“Have you ever pleasured yourself?” Halas asks, sitting down on the end of the bed and pulling Caduceus closer.
“I have,” Caduceus admits.
“Not completely ignorant, at least,” Halas notes. “Don’t worry, I’ll help.” He shifts, and pulls Caduceus in closer. “Give the tip a kiss,” he orders, “and start licking at the shaft. We can work our way up to swallowing.”
He closes the gap, and presses a gentle kiss to the tip. Halas’ breath hitches, and his fingers curl ever so slightly tighter. Caduceus wonders whether it is Halas’ mind that is so sensitive, or Caleb’s body.
The licking part is more difficult, mostly due to the harder angles, but he manages. He varies the direction and location, after a muttered hint, and he tries not to think about the fact he’s tasting Caleb’s skin with every movement.
“Now,” Halas mutters, “pull me into your mouth. Keep licking, swirl your tongue around, and suck.”
He does just that, takes him in and tries to focus on all the different things he’s expected to be doing. He seems to be doing a decent job, as he inches forward slowly, because Halas leans back and lets out a deep, contented sigh.
“He didn’t think you’d be nearly as good at this as you are,” he remarks, and Caduceus freezes. Caleb is still there. Caleb is still there, present and aware.
Halas looks down at him, and smirks. “Is that what catches your attention, pet?” he asks. He pulls Caduceus off, for a moment, gazing down at him. “You’re so cute, like this. Startled.”
And then the hand in his hair is so tight he can feel that sharp pain, and Halas is pulling him forward, far, far closer, until he’s choking and sputtering.
“I should thank you, you know,” Halas says, as he slowly adjusts to the choking feeling of the dick pressed into the back of his throat. “I was going to get rid of him immediately, but now I think I’ll keep him too. He tried to distract me, you know, with absolutely ghastly memories, the most horrible things that he’s done. Hoped he could take my focus off of you.”
He starts moving, pulls Caduceus’ head back and thrusts in and out repetitively, never pulling all the way out of Caduceus’ mouth and each time hitting what seems to be deeper and deeper, even though there should only be so deep he can get.
“Really, he just showed me how many skills he has for me to take,” Halas continues. “What a mind he has. And now, distracted as he is, he has so many ideas for you. Some of them are quite good, even. I can tell he’s been thinking some of them up for quite some time.”
He believes the first part, of course Caleb would be trying anything to break free, to distract Halas, to save him, save them both. The second part, that Caleb would - that he’d want to -
“Is that why you submit so easily to me?” Halas asks. “Because you like this body? Or is it just that you like submitting? That you were always meant to be just the perfect little toy.” His thrusting speeds up even more. “That’s right, moan for me. It feels so good, pet, so good.”
He doesn’t think that’s what he was doing, but with all the sensation, it’s getting kind of hard to think.
Halas stops talking, shifts instead to panting, and his grip tightens, giving Caduceus absolutely no chance to pull away. And then Caduceus is choking on the seed spilling down his throat, and he can’t imagine that it is in any way a pleasant sensation, but Halas doesn’t let go until several moments later, letting Caduceus fall backwards on his knees, exhausted.
He feels the twinge of magic around his mouth, as Halas cleans both of them up without a second thought, and then there’s a hand on his chin, pulling him forward, and Halas kisses him, pulling him up onto the bed as well.
“Present yourself to me,” Halas says, leaning back onto the pillows.
Caduceus doesn’t move, immediately. He’s not entirely sure what’s being asked. Halas sighs, and then there’s a spectral hand, pushing him into place. It has him kneeling, legs spread wide, and it grips into his hair to force him into maintaining eye contact.
“Good boy,” Halas says. Caduceus thinks it might be sarcastic, but it’s really difficult to say. “I want to see you hard. Pleasure yourself for me. I know you know how.”
He spits into his hand, and starts to run his fingers up and down, gently, before taking himself fully in hand. This isn’t something he does frequently, more of a not-unpleasant necessity when things get somewhat out of hand, and doing it with an audience, much less this audience, is disconcerting at best.
He closes his eyes, and nothing comes to force them open. He focuses on the feeling of friction, feels himself growing harder, getting closer and closer. It doesn’t take long.
And then, there’s a sharp pain, and he opens his eyes to see the hand once more, wrapped around his balls and pulling tightly.
Halas chuckles from where he sits; Caduceus doesn’t look up to see his eyes.
“Keep going,” he says, so Caduceus does.
He loses track of how many times this repeats; it isn’t hard, his mind is having so much trouble focusing on anything but the sensation of how close he is, how desperately he needs to finish and the fact he can’t.
Halas pulls him close, kissing him, one hand with too light touches and Caduceus almost thinks this might be over, but the touches don’t go beyond teasing, don’t become the grasp that lets him finally fall over the edge, and he whines. Halas bites into his neck, sucks, hands running over his chest and no where important, and he is boneless as he falls back into the bed.
Halas is talking, but Caduceus isn’t paying attention to the words anymore. He can’t. He lies there, breathless, waiting for Halas to do something, to do anything, to end this, but there aren’t even teasing touches, anymore, just a weight on his chest and bites and he can’t.
And then he pulls up, and sinks down, and it’s so much better than hands ever were, ever could be, and he sinks down further, pulls up, sets a steady rhythm, and he’s shaking and thrusting up and tugging his hands against the sheets and moaning and he’s too overwhelmed to even think about anything beyond sensation.
He tenses, comes, falls back. But it doesn’t stop.
He feels like he’s going to pass out, because it’s too much, and it doesn’t stop.
And then Halas pulls off, and he realizes it’s over. His chest is splattered with seed, and his limbs are so heavy. He wants to lie there forever.
Halas is speaking. “...better than I could have imagined,” he says, from across the room, and he must cast… that spell, again, because he can feel himself being cleaned. “We’ll need to work on some things. Calling me Master, for one.”
There’s a weight once more, on the bed beside him, a gentle hand petting the side of his head, and he leans into it as much as he can, which isn’t much, considering how heavy his limbs feel.
There’s the feeling of cool metal, being strapped around his neck, and he knows he should be concerned, about that, but instead he just curls into the feeling of warmth, and the hand petting his hair, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Re: Fill: Halas/Caduceus, non-con, 2/2
Date: 2019-10-27 09:30 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Halas/Caduceus, non-con, 2/2
Date: 2019-11-01 02:29 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Halas/Caduceus, non-con, 2/2
Date: 2020-02-12 07:24 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Halas/Caduceus, non-con, 2/2
Date: 2021-06-07 02:47 pm (UTC)