CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!

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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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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"

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Fill: Fjord/Jester, cold sensation play, M, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Jester sighed heavily and slumped against Fjord's side. "'s cold," she muttered, burying her face against his neck.

Her nose was freezing.

"Hey!" he yelped, pulling back.

She lifted her head, looking at him reproachfully. "Shhh!" she hissed, lifting what was probably just one finger to her lips, but he couldn't tell through her thick mittens. "Everyone's sleeping."

"And you're fucking cold," he muttered, but when she curled against his side unrepentantly again, he let an arm drop around her, pulling her closer, rubbing against her side to warm her up. "I thought you were resistant to this shit," he said.

She was shivering beside him. "I don't know," she said miserably. "I don't like it. It never gets this cold at home."

"No," he said wistfully, thinking of the shore, the southern seas. "Never does."

She tilted her head against his shoulder, and they sat there for a long time, eyes on the snow falling outside the dome. He felt himself being lulled by the soft drift of it, getting lost in the gentle gravity, until he felt a sudden shock of cold against his side.

"What - !" he gasped out, jerking away from the sensation, and when he lifted his head to look at Jester, her eyes were wide and innocent, even as he could feel her fingers still snaking under his coat and waistband to clutch at the warm skin of his waist.

He breathed slowly out, feeling an unexpected rush of arousal surge through him at the unexpected sensation of her freezing fingers against his warm skin. Half of him wanted to shake her off, but the other half craved the unfamiliar press of cold against his skin, and he stayed there frozen, eyes on her.

"Jester…" he said finally, weakly, and she beamed at him.

"I knew you'd be warm," she said delightedly, and her fingers dug into him harder, her rough nails scraping against his skin. "I can't feel my hands."

"You spent," he said tightly, "so. much. money. on your warm clothes."

"I know!" she said brightly. "You spent so much less, and you're so much warmer!" She cuddled closer to him, tossing her legs over his. "I think I might have been ripped off."

"You asked to be ripped off," he muttered.

She glowered at him. "I asked for quality, Fjord," she said severely. "That's not the same thing."

"Mmhm," he mumbled dismissively. Her hand against his side wasn't becoming any warmer through the contact with his skin, and he felt a chill rising through his body from the point of contact. He shifted, maybe trying to shift away from her touch, maybe trying to lean into it harder, and her fingers brushed over his skin, sending a chill shuddering through his whole body.

He felt her lift her head from his shoulder, and he went still, eyes steady on the snow, very carefully not looking at her. He felt her thumb trace across his skin, assessing, and he bit his lip, trying not to react.

"Fjord," she said very slowly and carefully. Her fingers traced upward, skating over his ribs. He shivered. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"I – " he said. The words choked off in his throat.

"If I am," she said, settling her soft cool fingers against his skin, splayed out, touching as much area as they could, "I'll stop."

"Maybe," he breathed out, "we could pause this until we have the tower?"

"Oh!" Her nails dug into him briefly, her eyes going wider. He swallowed thickly, but breathed out a soft exhale of relief as her hand retreated, settling innocuously against his hip again. It was still cool, but felt almost soothing as she pressed it there firmly, not teasing, just warming her chilled hand against his flushed skin. "Of course, Fjord," she said. She fluttered her eyelashes at him in exaggerated innocence. "Am I bothering you?" Her nails dug a little deeper into his skin.

He breathed in sharply. "No, Jester," he said, his voice strained. He leaned down to catch her lips very briefly, kissing lightly and pulling back. "You're very much not bothering me."

The grin she flashed him was feral. "Oh," she said delightedly, and scraped her nails across his waist a little harder, face lighting up as his expression went vacant with desire.

"I…" he breathed out, and she laughed.

"Oh, Fjord," she said delightedly. She leaned in and nipped at his ear as she said, "We're going to have so much fun."
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He was pacing his room, debating how long was too long before he burst through his door and made his way to her room, when the soft rap came at the door.

"C'm'in," he called, half expecting Caduceus's shaggy head to appear around the doorframe, but instead the door burst open and Jester appeared, grinning and striding into the room, trusting the door to swing shut on its own as she fit herself neatly into Fjord's arms.

"Hi." She beamed up at him, and he curled his arms around her, grinning back helplessly.

"Hi," he replied. He leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were soft and cool against his, and when she settled her hands at his hips and let her fingers brush up against his skin under his shirt, he felt a shiver run through his whole body.

She was beaming when she pulled away from the kiss. "You like this," she said teasingly as she skated her fingers across his skin under his shirt. He arched into her touch, chasing the cool arcs tracing across his sides and chest.

"I – " he choked out. "Yeah." He swallowed, trying to collect his voice. "Yeah, Jester. I like that."

"You should get naked," she said bluntly, cupping her hands against his pecs, letting her thumbs brush over his nipples, making him gasp. "This would be easier without clothes."

"Yeah," he choked out, his hands darting to his shirt, undoing the fastenings and letting it hang open, exposing her cool blue hands against his skin. He stared down at them wordlessly, and she tweaked one of his nipples, grinning up at him.

"See?" she said delightedly, and let her hands slide deliciously down his chest to his hips again. His whole body shivered. Her eyes met his. "Get naked, Fjord."

His lips fell open like he was going to say something, but instead he shrugged wordlessly out of his shirt, shoved his pants and smallclothes off his hips, standing there exposed before her in his sitting room. Her eyes raked down his body hungrily, tracing over him, followed only slightly belatedly by her hands, which traced cool tracks up over his shoulders, his arms, clutching around his fingers and tugging him forward as she walked backward through his chambers toward the bedroom.

"What about you?" he asked faintly as they got there, his own eyes tracing the tiny bits of blue skin he could see, and she grinned wickedly at him, backing him up against the bed and shoving him down onto it with strong hands planted against his chest.

"Oh, do you want to see me?" she asked teasingly, and waited for his eyes to drink in the sight of her before she started peeling off her own clothes. They shed from her like a chrysalis, leaving her soft and blue and gleaming in the strange unnatural sealight of his room, and he reached for her hungrily, because he couldn't keep his hands anywhere but against her skin.

It was cool under his touch, and it brought a gasp to his lips, feeling her hips chilled under his fingers.

"Oh," she breathed out, leaning into his hands, "you're so warm," and she ducked down to kiss him, her lips cold and plush against his.

She settled her legs on either side of him, kneeling against the bed, over him, hands planted on his shoulders, his fingers hesitant at her lips until she grinded down against him, and he felt her, slick and cool against his thigh. He let out a gasp into her mouth, his fingers going tight and needy around her.

She pulled back, lips curling into an almost hesitant smile. "Is this okay?" she asked him, and he answered her with a kiss, another kiss, a dozen kisses, a hundred, as he pressed them to every inch of her skin he could reach, pressing his mouth to the soft vulnerable skin of her neck, the curve of her breasts, taking her nipples into his mouth and feeling her writhe against him at the sensation, feeling her claws dig into his skin, her tail lash around in ecstasy behind her.

She moaned his name as she pushed him back against the bed, spreading out her body over him, all of his skin somehow overheated with desire and responding intensely to the cold press of her against him. He shivered, his hands going tight against her hips, his lips falling open to beg her, "Jester, please…"

She teased herself against him, rubbing her slick coldness along his length and making his whole body shake under her, his fingers digging into her. He traced one hand up, spreading the warmth of his touch from her hip up to her breast to her neck, curving around the back of her head to kiss her, and finally, excruciatingly, she lowered herself onto him.

The chill of her was unbearable around him, and he cried out, his head rolling back, her kisses falling against his throat as he adjusted to the sensation of her, tight and slick and cold around him, so different from anything he had ever felt before, so captivating, so impossible to resist.

He thrust into her and felt her rock down against him, pulling away from his kiss and bracing herself against his chest.

"Fjord," she breathed out, rolling her hips against him and tossing her head back, her breath going ragged. "Oh. You're good at this."

He choked out a laugh and rocked up his hips to meet her, his hands finding her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples and enjoying the way her breath caught at the touch. Everything about him was a dichotomy, the flush of his own skin pressing against the chill of hers, and he couldn’t get enough of it, of feeling her against him, taking her own pleasure from his cock.

"Jester – " he choked out finally as he reached the edge, and he saw her eyes light up above him. Her hand darted down, touching herself, and she came around him seconds before he felt himself reaching the edge. He closed his fingers around her hips. "I can't – " he gasped, and she only rocked down against him harder.

"Like this," she told him, and rode him until he came, her body slick and cool around him, tight and fluttering with her own pleasure as he spilled into her.

She collapsed onto him after, curling down against his neck, pressing messy kisses there, and he traced his hands over her back, warming her uselessly, letting his broad palms form meaningless patterns over her skin.

She tilted her hips off of him eventually, but stayed curled over his side, and didn't object when he pulled all the blankets up over them. She burrowed against him, making a pleased noise into the skin of his shoulder.

"Mmm, that was nice, Fjord," she said, sounding exhausted.

He grinned, raking his fingers through her hair. "Yeah, I thought so," he agreed.

"You like that I'm cold," she said. Her fingers reached up to trace sleepily down his throat, to his chest, settling at his hip.

He groaned a little at the touch. "Yeah," he agreed. He pressed a kiss to her hair. "I just like you, I think. But yeah, I like that too."

She let her sharp teeth sink into his skin a little, and he started, gasping at the streak of arousal it sent through his body. "Good," she said. "That's fun."

"You're fun," he mumbled, already half asleep.

She burrowed in against him. "You too, Fjord," she agreed. "Maybe next time," she said, and her tail snaked up his leg, "I'll see what your feelings are on this."

He felt a shiver course through him at the sensation. "Positive," he assured her. "Definitely positive."

She let it rest there, chilly and teasing against his thigh, and propped her chin on his chest to give him a wicked smile. "Good," she said, "I'm not done with you yet," and she leaned in to give him a filthy kiss before tilting her head back down to fall asleep sweetly against his chest.

He laid awake, and he imagined the possibilities.

Re: Fill: Fjord/Jester, cold sensation play, M, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

uh, hello, I’m not OP, but bless you for writing this. It’s cute, it’s fun, it’s smutty, it’s totally in character. high five!