CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!

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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.
  
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• 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!
  
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• Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.

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The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.


Now go forth and prompt!

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Re: Want You Above Me [Fjord/Caleb] 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

“You’re doing fine,” comes Fjord’s easy response, but Caleb shakes his head, the boot thudding dully against the floorboards.

Fjord sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth when Caleb stops muttering quietly to himself and shuffles about a foot away, immediately assuming he’d overstepped with the talking, or maybe the touching, or–

“Would you, ah– would you mind if I tried something?”

Caleb looks up to him, expression searching and, for once, unguarded. Fjord shakes his head.

“Not at all.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly when Caleb drops forward so his hands are braced on the rough wooden floor, looking down at his boots. Any words Fjord may have had die in his throat when Caleb bows forward to tongue gingerly at the constellation of scuff marks, managing only a strange choking sound. The visual is nothing compared to the soft, breathy noise he makes when he licks a long stripe up the front of the ankle, no doubt spurred on by Fjord’s reaction.

The texture of the leather pulls slightly at his tongue as he drags it along the top with a few kitten licks over the worn leather, cheek coming to rest on the ground as he works his way down the toe, all the while still looking up at Fjord as best he can considering the angle.

“Oh my God,” Fjord chuckles, drawling and deep, sending shivers down Caleb’s spine. He leans forward in his seat to rest an elbow on his knee.

The curve of his spine, visible even through the bulky, shapeless coat, makes Fjord more than a little hot under the collar. Kind of makes him want to haul Caleb up by the scarf and shove him back onto the bed, mapping out every soft expanse of skin hidden away with his fingertips.

“Well. Don’t you look pretty?” The words come naturally, whispered low, reverent, into the still air. “Make sure you do a good job down there, alright?”

He regrets not removing some of his armor before sitting down, sweat beginning to bead on his brow, but he makes note of it for next time. And there will be a next time. Hopefully.

Caleb nods, using the point of his tongue to run along where the thick sole meets the leather side panel, a soft moan escaping from low in his throat.

“You listen so well, Caleb, do you know that?”

“I want to be good,” he swallows, “gods, I want to be good.”

Caleb moans in earnest, repositioning himself to lick up the other side of the boot, his thighs spreading wider, chest nearly to the floor at this point. This was something he had never considered, never pictured himself doing, but the moment those words left Fjord’s mouth back in the palace, once he got over the hot surge of outrage… he had to admit it was nice to make himself useful again. He sucks a quick spitslick kiss against the leather at the memory, Fjord groaning appreciatively at the gesture.

Fjord scrubs a hand over his mouth, licking at the salt of sweat collecting in the stubble on his upper lip when Caleb sits up, panting. He leans forward and cards his fingers through the mussed hair on either side of Caleb’s head to meet his eyes, discomfort evident in the slight furrow of his brow.

“Uh. Hey. How ya feeling?”

Caleb looks down and away, head tilting slightly in Fjord’s gentle grasp.

“Hey, look at me. I don't want you feeling obligated to do anything. Just because I–”

“Fjord, really.” Caleb pulls away with the barest hint of a shy smile and raises a hand to his scarf. He seems to deliberate on it for a moment before tearing at it, leaving it in a heap beside him and moves on to shrug off his coat.

“Oh. I see,” Fjord says dumbly, grateful he hasn’t overstepped his limits – however vague they may be, still feeling a little guilty nonetheless. They really should have a long talk about this later.

Caleb shuffles impatiently on his knees, clearing his throat.

“Is that… is that to your liking, Fjord?”

Kicking the now slightly damp leather boot out, making a show of examining it, rolling his ankle to turn it this way and that, he hums.

“Damn near see my reflection. Good boy,” he murmurs. It’s an exaggeration, he knows, slight as it is because Caleb is nothing if not meticulous. Warmth spreads through his chest at the praise regardless, making his throat inexplicably tighten and heart pound.

“Thank you,” he says in what barely registers as a whisper.

Silently giving his own thanks to the front panel of his armor for shielding what would be a painfully obvious bulge in his pants, Fjord finally brings his foot down to rest. He crosses his opposite leg over at the knee, methodically tensing his thighs to try to find some relief from the mounting pressure.

Before he can dip down again, Fjord stops him with a stern “ah, ah,” and gestures to the long since discarded rag.

“Make it a little easier on you,” he says with a bit of a nod. This time Caleb’s deep pink blush reaches all the way to the tips of his ears.

He slowly, methodically, scrubs away dirt, dust, bits of rock and sand, even some dried plant matter trapped in the treads underneath. Chancing a quick peek up at Fjord, he hurriedly averts his eyes when he catches Fjord’s gaze. There’s no put-upon look of disdain like he had been expecting, but fond admiration, and that knocks the wind out of Caleb harder than any vitriol or contempt could ever dream.

Despite his mouth having long gone dry at the extra attention, he swallows and dips back down for another swipe of his tongue along the panel of closures running up the sides of Fjord’s boot.

He gulps again, both trying to swallow away the taste and gather more spit in his mouth before he runs the tip of his tongue up and over the small bump of his ankle beneath the leather.

When he leaves another wet little kiss on the the other side of his ankle, Fjord hums to himself once again, a rich, bassy note from deep in his chest. Caleb sits up for a much needed breath, lips reddened and wet, coppery hair sticking slightly to his forehead and side of his face with moisture.

Dipping back down, Caleb licks a long, exaggerated stripe across the instep, tonguing the panel seam when a sudden groan makes its way out from Fjord’s throat. Caleb sits back a final time and pushes his sweat dampened hair from his eyes, pupils blown wide and skin a deep, ruddy pink.

“Gorgeous.” Fjord rests his cheek on his knuckles, smile lax as he gazes fondly down at Caleb. “I knew you would do me proud.”

He bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a smile, despite the simple fact that Fjord has known him for far too long now to still be fooled by that old trick.

“I might be able to take care of that for you if you’d like,” Fjord mutters, jerking his head down to gesture to Caleb’s lap. Caleb nods and begins to clamber up, clumsy on sore legs, intent on righting himself only for Fjord to reach out to steady him with a large hand around his wrist. Their fingers interlace when Fjord slides his hand down to Caleb’s, pulling him in to straddle his lap.

“You did such a good job, I can tell you worked real hard, just let me take care of you now okay?” He slips a questioning hand between their bodies, using only the pad of his thumb to stroke along the hard length in Caleb's trousers.

“Tell me what you are Caleb, can you do that for me?” Fjord asks firmly.

All he gets is a whine, Caleb leaning back with his hands braced on Fjord’s knees, face turned down questioningly to the hand. Fjord traces his thumbnail on the bulge, just enough for him to feel it but not uncomfortably so.

“ Caleb ,” comes the warning, Fjord surprising even himself with the authority behind it, his own voice wavering with arousal. “I know you can answer me. You’re so smart, think you can tell me?”

Groaning, Caleb rocks a little in Fjord’s grasp, only for Fjord to pull his hand away with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m good, ah, gods, I’m good! Fjord, bitte,” he chokes out, grinding down to meet the minute rocks of Fjord’s hips, skin burning where the other hand rests on his hip. If Fjord thought Caleb’s blush couldn’t get any deeper, he’s quickly proven wrong. A bead of sweat slowly rolls down the side of his neck, disappearing beneath his collar.

“See?” he hisses, cupping him through his trousers properly now, grinding in with the heel of his palm and using his fingers to massage the length of it as best he can. “I knew you could figure that one out. Easy.” Another groan gets stifled by Caleb biting his lower lip, ducking his head to hide his face behind a curtain of hair.

“Come on, you’re being rewarded. Don’t be shy about it.”

There’s no sense in drawing it out, but neither of them have any mind to undress more than they already have. Seemingly spurred on by Fjord’s stern encouragement, Caleb ruts into the hand and takes it, moaning and panting freely now. The angle of his hand is awkward, already cramping at the wrist, but Fjord doesn’t want to risk pulling away for any longer than necessary.

Hips snapping forward one final time, Caleb stills, eyes squeezed shut, his mouth falling open, as he spills into his clothes against Fjord’s hand. Shivering in the blissful aftermath as Fjord grips both of his hips now, grinding him harder in his lap. In his daze, Caleb ruts back as best he can manage until he too stills with a long, drawn out groan of his own.

Fjord quickly snaps from his daze when he feels Caleb shaking in his lap. He drags his pack over from where it’s slumped in the corner, twisting awkwardly at the waist in his efforts not to just dump Caleb onto the floor. Uncorking the water skin, he passes it to Caleb without a word, watching his Adam’s apple bob with each gulp until he’s sated. The shaking has long since subsided before Fjord even thinks to let go of the smaller man’s hips.

“Alright?”

All he gets in exchange is an exhausted wheeze and a lanky, sweaty wizard slumping forward against his shoulder with a long, strained noise.

“That’s good,” Fjord laughs. “Breathe for me, Caleb,” he murmurs, awkwardly petting over Caleb’s hair, the way he noticed he liked it before, and it seems to be enough.

The moment passes before Caleb remembers himself and stiff-leggedly climbs off of Fjord’s lap.

He winces, muttering something about cleaning up and whether their clothes will have time to dry by morning and Fjord can’t help but laugh at him, even through his own awkward, sticky discomfort.

They fumble through cleanup, Fjord running fingers through Caleb’s tangled hair in an attempt to neaten it up a bit before realizing he isn’t doing much beside petting him again. After much reassuring that he’s okay, more than okay, just needs some rest, Fjord reluctantly leaves with a promise of a very long, much needed talk when he’s feeling up to par. He heads to the shared room where he’s sure Caduceus is already asleep, not wanting to stay the night for fear of having to deal with whatever the hell that entails. Not this time, at least.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, sitting on his bed to gingerly unlace his newly shined boots. His heart swells with pride that he doesn't quite know what to do with – that’s an issue for future Fjord to work out. For now, he just needs to get to bed and save the processing for later. It’ll be easier to deal with in the morning, he’s sure.

Re: Want You Above Me [Fjord/Caleb] 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

(Author Anon here, I accidentally left the question mark in the subject line. This is the final part. Sorry!!! I've never posted on DW before :( )

Re: Want You Above Me [Fjord/Caleb] 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

OP here. This is amazing, even better than I was hoping! Thank you so much for the fill <3