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CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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I just found this kink meme and I see most people feel the same as me.
I just wanna see Caleb getting dicked down.

Prefer any combination of Essek, Eodwulf, Yussa, or the assembly/Trent??? Probably forgotten some butch stud in Caleb’s life.
Subby/needy Caleb.

Prefer it not to be Molly or Cad... Fjord I don’t feel strongly about but meh

I’m drunk please make this happen.

Hi, drunk!OP! I hope you don't mind, but I added a bunch of extra filth to your lovely prompt.

Warnings: infidelity (background Astrid/Caleb | Bren), guilt, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, forced orgasm

It starts with one word, written on a scrap of parchment and slipped in Eodwulf’s pocket.

Bitte.

Please.

Wulf doesn’t know when it was put there, but he’s certainly familiar enough with the handwriting. He pulls out a length of copper wire. Each of them keep one on them at all times, ensuring constant communication, which makes Bren’s use of paper all the more quaint. Of 25 words, Wulf only needs three: when and where?

The message goes unanswered long enough to make him wonder if Bren has changed his mind. But then: Her room at six bells. She will be… otherwise occupied.

Wulf smirks, tucking his hand around the wire again. I look forward to it.

There’s no answer.

The first time had been Bren’s first time – well, his first time with a man – but not Eodwulf’s.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” Wulf had asked, unsure whether Bren’s hesitance was with the act itself or with whom he was doing it. If all he wanted was a dick, Astrid could have polymorphed herself any size or shape to Bren’s exact specifications. Instead, he was here.

Bren had nodded and said “ja” so quickly that it seemed to embarrass him, if the way the flush had quickly spread from his cheeks to his neck had been any indication.

Nothing after that went quickly, though, as much as Bren had tried to speed it along. He had opened slowly for Wulf’s fingers, so slowly that Wulf began to wonder if he’d been lying about being able to take three of his own. But Wulf persisted, putting a hand on Bren’s chest whenever he became too impatient, started squirming too much. He barely had to exert any pressure at all to get Bren to still.

But if Wulf had had any lingering doubts about Bren’s eagerness, they’re immediately put to rest when Wulf finally gets around to working his cock into the tight clutch of Bren’s hole. Even as Bren’s erection wilted slightly from the stretch, he moaned low and sweet as Wulf pushed in, a sound that seemed too big to come from Bren’s slender body. When he had relaxed enough for Wulf to fuck him properly, Bren came seconds after Wulf started to stroke his cock, eyes going wide with a combination of shock and bliss. He got oversensitive so quickly that Wulf had to pull out and finish himself all over Bren’s stomach.

Ever since, Bren has to ask permission to have his cock touched.

Then, after one startling and extremely arousing incident when no touch was involved at all, he has to ask permission to come. That’s usually not a problem unless Wulf teases him too long first, gets Bren strung out and nearly incoherent before fucking him, but it’s a fun option to have when they’ve got enough time.

Usually, though, they have to hurry. The three of them are a unit, in much of their free time as well as their lessons and assignments, and it’s rare Astrid has social obligations apart from them. Bren also spends most nights in her room. Meeting up takes planning and ingenuity and more than a little flexibility, and there are days when Bren wears a plug just so he can get Wulf’s cock in him that much faster. They’ve defiled nearly every closet in the Academy, many empty classrooms, and even one of the bathrooms in Ikithon’s tower.

That had been a memorable occasion, Bren bent over the sink, three of Wulf’s fingers crammed in his mouth to keep him from giving the game away with his moans. They’d walked separately back to the dinner table where Ikithon was holding court with a number of toadies, Wulf taking his place at the foot of the table and Bren returning to sit next to Astrid, Wulf’s cum still dripping out of him.

After dinner, Trent had asked Wulf whether he had felt overheated during the meal, given the redness on his cheeks and the sweat on his forehead when he returned to the table. He’s pretty sure Trent knows.

Given the urgency of the bulk of their encounters, Eodwulf and Bren rarely talk much before or after, and the conversation that goes on during is mostly limited to single syllables. Wulf does occasionally try, but it mostly comes out as questions like “Would any cock do, or is it my cock in particular?”

“Wulf,” Bren says, turning his face away. “You know I have not been with anyone but you.”

Perhaps the question was a cruel one, though if Wulf really wanted to be cruel, he would have replied And her. You've been with her. As it was, that went unstated.

Perhaps that’s why it takes months for them to violate the last sacred space on campus, the last shrine to fidelity that Bren’s been holding onto: Astrid’s bed.

Wulf’s not sure what’s different about tonight, why Bren has finally invited him here. They do have the time for once, with Astrid roped into an end-of-term dinner and awards ceremony for the younger students. Ikithon wants her to meet with a few potential Volstrucker candidates, see if they have social bonds that won’t be easily broken, and that will take her another few hours at least.

That means Wulf gets the rare pleasure of taking his time with Bren, bending him over the foot of the bed and fingering him open for far longer than he actually needs. When Bren starts begging, his knuckles going white as his fingers claw at the sheets, Wulf considers a fantasy he’s had of seeing just how many times he can make Bren come before he shoots dry and starts begging Wulf to stop.

But Wulf will need to plan better for that, because it involves denying himself more than he’s prepared for tonight. And Bren is writhing so prettily, his back bowing as he tries to shove back onto Wulf’s hand.

“Hmm,” Wulf muses aloud, slowing the drag of his oiled fingers. “I could do as you ask and give you my cock now, but I will have to tie your hands.”

“Yes, please, I—”

“And you may not get to come tonight.” A moment of silence as Bren sucks in a breath. “Or you may. It would be entirely up to me.”

“Ja,” Bren gasps. “Just please, bitte, I need it.”

“So sweet when there’s something you want,” Wulf sighs, pulling his hand free. It’s the work of a few moments to secure one of Astrid’s robe ties around Bren’s wrists, pulled behind his back so that he has to rest his chest and shoulders against the bed while Wulf slicks himself with more of the oil.

It’s still a tight fit, even after all the preparation, but there’s no pain at all in the sound Bren makes as Wulf seats himself inside. Knowing they would have some time, he’d had the forethought to jerk off beforehand to give himself some stamina, and as Bren’s hole spasms around Wulf’s cock, he’s eminently glad he did. He can wreck Bren properly tonight.

“Satisfied?” Wulf asks teasingly as he slowly pulls back and then thrusts in again. On rare occasions like this, when there’s time to tease, he likes avoiding getting into a rhythm as long as he can. It makes Bren crazy.

“Y-yes,” Bren lies, and Wulf can see him try hard not to squirm, to be satisfied with just what he asked for and nothing more.

“Liar,” Wulf laughs, slapping the outside of Bren’s thigh more to startle him than to hurt him. He thrusts in fast and shallow, then slows down for a few deep strokes.

Bren’s face is hidden in the blanket, but Wulf can see his bound hands clench into fists. “Nein, I am not lying. I love your cock.”

Another fast, hard thrust followed by a few uneven pumps of his hips. “Mmm, so you say.” This is punishing Wulf almost as much as it is Bren, but gods, is it worth it.

“Wulf, you know this. You know.”

Wulf’s willpower is eroding fast against the pleading tone of Bren’s voice. “I give you my cock, and still you want more.”

“Please,” Bren whimpers, rubbing his cheek against the blanket. His eyes are closed, like he can’t quite face Wulf even that much. “Please fuck me.”

“I am fucking you, beautiful.”

The word hits Bren much harder than Wulf’s slap had, and he clenches so hard on Wulf’s dick that Wulf forgets himself for a moment, fucking Bren with a few smooth, eager strokes before regaining his self-control.

It makes Bren wail. “Like that, yes, yes.” Then, “No no no, do not stop, please, no, keep going.”

Truthfully, Wulf knows he’s not going to be able to slow down again, at least not for a while, so he bends down over Bren’s back to drop a kiss on the prominent ridge of his spine. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And Bren cries out so gratefully when Eodwulf finally takes him by the hips and starts fucking him properly, trying to keep the pace slow but continually undone by the sight before him: Bren’s hands clenching and flexing in their bonds, Bren’s body pushing back against his in perfect counterpoint, Bren’s face – what he can see of it, at least – going almost lax and serene as he gets what he wants. Even if Wulf closes his eyes, he can hear the sweet little noises Bren makes on the apex of each thrust, the squeaking of the bedframe as it takes its punishment.

Godsdamn it, Wulf had made such plans for tonight, given the setting and the time they have, positions he wanted to try now that they have a bed and some privacy. It’s not the first time his plans have come unraveled in the face of Bren’s enthusiastic surrender, but this time it irritates him, and a spark of something hot and ugly flares in his chest.

“Is it better,” Wulf groans, letting go of Bren’s hips to grab his hands. As a point of leverage, it’s less secure and doesn’t let Bren move up into his thrusts in that way that’s so good, but it feels like a different type of control. “Is it better in her bed?”

Bren’s body freezes, and the moan he lets out isn’t one of pleasure. For a moment, Wulf’s worried he’s gone too far – he doesn’t actually want to sabotage this, whatever it is. But then Bren relaxes under him, hands squeezing tight back arching slightly as he somehow finds the leverage to press up against Wulf’s weight. “Yes,” he hisses, so softly that Wulf can barely hear him.

“What was that?” Wulf says, slowing his pace but making up for it by making each thrust harder.

“Yes,” Bren gasps, writhing under Wulf like he’s trying to rub his cock on the bed beneath him. “Yes, it is better.”

“Can you smell her on the bedding, liebling? Have you fucked her on these sheets since they’ve been washed?”

“I don’t—“ Bren says, and it seems like he can hardly get the words out. “I don’t—“

“When you eat her pussy, when she drips down your chin, do you wipe the excess on the sheets, Bren? Do you make her that wet?”

“Yes,” Bren practically roars, his hips grinding down against the bed, and Wulf finds his hold on Bren’s hands slipping. He rears up for a moment, breaking rhythm, and Bren gasps, “Wait, please, want to come.”

Wulf laughs breathlessly, yanking Bren’s hips up and back, impaling himself deeper but taking away the stimulation on Bren’s cock. “I didn’t hear a question, liebling.”

“PleasemayIcome” comes out in one breath, almost a single word.

Wulf grins to himself. “No, you may not.” And he plants a hand between Bren’s shoulder blades and drives into him for all he’s worth.

Bren screams with frustration, and the fact that he directs it into the blankets means that probably only the rooms on either side of them will hear it. At this angle, the head of Bren’s cock is probably rubbing against the blanket with every thrust, and Wulf is taking great care to angle into his sweet spot. “Let me come, please, bitte, Wulf, too close, too close, gods.”

“You want to blow your load on her bed, you dirty boy?” Wulf groans, having to focus hard to string words together. “You want her to come back here and ask why she has sticky sheets? You want to explain to her you were so desperate for my – oh fuck – for my cock that you couldn’t hold back?”

“Yesyesyesyes,” Bren wails, feet sliding on the floor as he tries to either push back on Wulf’s cock or grind his own against the bed.

“Can you even stop yourself now, Bren? If I keep fucking you like this, will it matter what I say?” Bren sobs, and Wulf feels the muscles of Bren’s core tighten. It’s a heady feeling, knowing he can give Bren a command and then force him to disobey it.

“Answer me, liebling.”

“Bitte,” Bren wails. “Coming, I’m coming, I’m—”

The words dissolve completely into sound as Bren thrashes against him, trying to curl into himself. Wulf knows the shameful sweetness of trying to hold back and failing, and he fucks Bren through a long, tortured orgasm, reaching beneath his body to wring the last few spurts from him.

Wulf also knows Bren still gets oversensitive quickly, but he doesn’t complain as Wulf chases his own climax. It doesn’t take long with Bren pliant and moaning beneath him.

Astrid will see no evidence of this, of course. It takes no more than the wave of a hand to clean the spunk off of the bed, though Wulf leaves the mess between Bren’s thighs. Bren could easily take care of it himself, but he doesn’t.

Wulf gathers Bren into his arms for a quick cuddle. They’ll have to be brief, but it’s more than they usually get, and Eodwulf likes the way Bren buries his face against Wulf’s neck.

“I am sorry,” Bren moans, sounding utterly miserable. “I could not help it.”

“I understand,” Wulf says with a chuckle, tightening his arms around Bren. He knows Bren likes the strength of his arms.

“I’ve never—” Bren mutters, then stops. “What will you do?”

“Hmm?”

“To punish me. What will you do?”

Bren is squirming in his arms – it’s delicious, this power. “I think perhaps I cannot hold it against you.”

Bren stops. In a small voice: “No?”

“This once, perhaps.” Frankly, Wulf is far less interested in punishment than he is in this very scene right here. He images Bren is punishing himself enough, but Wulf does need to retain the threat of punishment in the future. “The… unique setting should be factored in. But you must not do it again.”

“No,” Bren says, his body going slack with relief. “Not even if we—I will not come without your permission again.”

“Such a good boy,” Wulf sighs, nuzzling into the wild red mess of Bren’s hair.

When Wulf makes it back to his own room, he collapses to his own bed with a happy groan. They parted just in time – the dinner has probably just come to an end, and Astrid will be on her way back to the dormitory. Wulf pulls out the length of copper wire and sends his message. Are you finished with your little soiree yet? I finished off your boyfriend ages ago.

He can hear the amusement in Astrid’s voice. Did you enjoy my bed? I meant to tell you, I sprayed the pillow with my perfume just for him.

Eodwulf laughs, too. Shame he didn’t know that – he’d have let Bren muffle his shouts with that pillow. Why don’t you just tell him? We could have him together. Think how appreciative he’d be, moaning into your cunt while I fucked him.

Someday, schatz. But when he feels guilty, he eats me out for ages. I’ll come half a dozen times tonight.

So cruel, Astrid.

Kinder than you imagine, comes the reply. You think he’d get off so hard with you if he knew I approved of it?

not OP, but oh wow, I love this so much. thank you for this!

DrunkOP here, no longer drunk but so so appreciative. That was super hot. Also fulfilled extra kinks of mine I hadn’t included to thank you!

And you wrote the fabric series 🤩. That’s one of my favourites. I’ve read it so many times, I’m honoured you filled my drunken rambling and nailed (heh) what I wanted so well.

Hooray, I'm glad you liked it!

This is incredible! Bravo, amazing.

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CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

Male/Caleb

FILL: "Bitte" (Caleb | Bren/Eodwulf, E) sub/bottom Caleb, infidelity, begging

Re: FILL: "Bitte" (Caleb | Bren/Eodwulf, E) sub/bottom Caleb, infidelity, begging

Re: FILL: "Bitte" (Caleb | Bren/Eodwulf, E) sub/bottom Caleb, infidelity, begging

Re: FILL: "Bitte" (Caleb | Bren/Eodwulf, E) sub/bottom Caleb, infidelity, begging

Re: FILL: "Bitte" (Caleb | Bren/Eodwulf, E) sub/bottom Caleb, infidelity, begging

Re: FILL: "Bitte" (Caleb | Bren/Eodwulf, E) sub/bottom Caleb, infidelity, begging