criticalkink | 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.

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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...

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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!
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It was only then that he started to really feel his arousal, to feel his cock full and heavy against his stomach where he was bent over to rest his head on Caduceus's lap, and slowly, hesitantly, he lifted his head to stretch his back and give his lower body some space.

"Would you like to sit up?" Caduceus asked.

Caleb froze. "I. Uh." He felt lost, unsure.

"I'd like you to sit up, Caleb," Caduceus rephrased, and Caleb felt instantly better. "I'd like you to make yourself comfortable, and I'd like to see exactly how much you enjoyed that."

Caleb shifted, settling himself back against the cushions beside Caduceus, still feeling the ache of the freshly healed scrapes on his back. His cock was straining, begging to be touched, and his fingers flickered toward it before he caught control of himself, settling his hand beside him, tangling his fingers into the fabric.

"Well done," Caduceus said, and Caleb felt a flush of pride. "You know that you don't touch what's mine until I tell you that you can." A strangled sound left Caleb's lips, and his hips jerked. When he looked to Caduceus, he found that his breath was ragged, some of his composure slipping for the first time as he soaked in the sight of Caleb writhing helplessly at his words. "I wonder," he said slowly, "if I could bring you off just by talking to you."

Caleb gasped, his head falling back. He was desperate to feel something, anything, against his cock, and he wasn't sure that he could give Caduceus what he wanted, but if Caduceus asked it of him... "I…" he said. "I don't know. I can try. Please. If you want me to, I'll – "

"Oh, not today," Caduceus said, and there was a shift beside Caleb as he moved downward from his seat and settled beside him. "No, today I'm going to touch you."

Caleb let out a strangled moan. He had been expecting Caduceus to tell him to touch himself at most, but this –

"Here." Caduceus worked a hand behind Caleb's back, pressing just at the base of his neck, and pushing him forward, off the soft wall of the nest. "If you'll let me…" Caleb shifted forward, letting Caduceus settle behind him, and then Caduceus's arms were curling around him, pulling Caleb tight back against his chest.

Caleb melted into him, the solid heat of Caduceus's arm across his chest a welcome relief. He let his head tip back against Caduceus's shoulder. "Please," he begged, his hips rolling upward into nothing, "bitte."

"You're stunning like this," Caduceus said, voice low beside Caleb's ear, vibrating through his body. "I could keep you like this for hours, couldn't I?" There was a familiar almost academic interest to his voice, something Caleb dimly recognized from himself, a curiosity about how far he could push something until it broke, and that in itself was almost painfully erotic, the idea of Caduceus methodically pushing every one of his buttons to see what each one would do.

Instead, this time, Caduceus's mouth closed hot against Caleb's throat, and his hand closed hot around his cock, and Caleb's whole body jerked like Caduceus had shot him through with electricity.

He was lost, helpless, writhing in Caduceus's arms, his whole existence narrowing to the slick drag of Caduceus's fist around his cock, the suction of his lips against his neck and shoulder, the firmness of his arm across his chest, holding Caleb tight to him, grounding him, keeping him close and warm and safe.

He reached the edge impossibly fast, and the warning that he choked out was in Zemnian, pleading and gasping and shaking in Caduceus's arms.

"Yes," Caduceus said anyway, "Caleb, you have done so good for me," and he leaned down to kiss Caleb's neck again, sinking his teeth in, marking him, claiming him.

Caleb narrowed down to nothing but pleasure, nothing but the waves of it shattering through him as he clung to Caduceus, turning to bury his face against Caduceus's neck, one of his hands coming to clamp down around the wrist of the arm across his chest. He held on, and he lost everything, lost himself.

Caduceus was petting his hair again when he opened his eyes, his eyelashes catching against Caduceus's skin, and he felt Caduceus shift against him.

"Hey," he rumbled. Caleb could feel the echo of the word through his own body, still pressed up against Caduceus's chest.

He hummed acknowledgement, pressing a warm kiss to the skin of Caduceus's neck before peeling himself off of him. "Hi," he said, just starting to feel the awkwardness come crushing down on him when Caduceus reached out and grabbed his hands.

He inspected them closely. "Not so jittery anymore," he said. He looked up at Caleb, pleased. "I think it worked."

A laugh squeezed out of Caleb, and he lifted his hands from Caduceus's, looking at them. "Ja," he said. "I think it did." He let his hands fall, looking at Caduceus seriously. "Thank you," he said earnestly, "my friend."

Caduceus gave him a grin. "Anytime," he said, the word weighted enough that Caleb knew he meant it.

His eyes flickered down to Caduceus's trousers. "Er. I could, if you'd like…"

"Oh," Caduceus looked down. "No, not this time, thanks. I don't imagine you're the stay-the-night type, so I can take care of this later."

Caleb winced. "No, I." He sighed. "I've become accustomed to sharing sleeping space with Nott, but it's not something I do with…" he hesitated, not quite knowing the word for what Caduceus might be to him now.

Caduceus waved a hand. "Understood," he said easily. "No, tonight was about you. But if you care to do this again, well." He pressed a hand to his trousers in a way that made Caleb's mouth water at the possibility. "You did look very pretty on your knees. I can think of some other uses to put you to while you're there."

"Yes," Caleb breathed. "I. Um. I would very much care to do this again. To do that in particular."

Caduceus beamed. "Great." He reached out and cupped Caleb's face in his large warm hands and drew him in for a tender kiss. "Thank you," he said. "For coming to me with this."

Caleb smiled wryly. "Thank Frumpkin," he said.

Caduceus smiled. "I will," he promised, "the next time I see him." He held Caleb's face, looking at him seriously. "And you. The next time you need this…"

"I will come to you," Caleb said, his voice low. He reached out to drag Caduceus to him, hold him close for a very long moment. "Danke," he whispered against Caduceus's ear, and then, just before he pulled away, he added, "Ich gehöre dir."

Caduceus's fingers tightened against him as if he understood the words.

Caleb dressed messily and left Caduceus curled comfortably into his nest under the lights of the tree. He summoned Frumpkin on the way back down the stairs, and he scooped the cat up into his arms, letting him climb onto his shoulder. "You," he said, "are a good cat."

Frumpkin leapt off him onto the bed as he reached his room. "Yes," Caleb told him, "I am going to sleep, do not worry."

And the second his head hit the pillow, that is exactly what he did. No dreams, no swirling thoughts. Just peace and a purring cat, and the memory of warm claiming hands against his skin.

NotOP, What a delightful fic! I enjoyed the way you characterized Cad’s approach to the encounter. The healing after intense scratching was divine. I would love to see a sequel where that head is given.

thanks, I’m thinking of cleaning this up to post to AO3, and if I do, I’m considering adding a longer ending that would include Caleb going down on him.

OP here! Daaamn, this was good! I really liked the parts where Caleb wasn't sure what to do and got simply told what to do. And wonderful dialogue! The whole fic was a good combination of soft and rough.
If you ever write more, I'll make sure to read it!

cleaned up & expanded, here on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26671117

rgjfkjhglkjshgkdjhdf holy fuck this is gorgeously intense and hot and beautiful!

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