#criticallynsfw

[glitchisbroken]

Break from the bar

Magic Full Art Button?

[frudence]

This is a direct continuation of my story “Two Majestic Boyfriends Shred” - and thus the live-show Oaths & Ash - but can be read as a standalone Plot What Plot with their established, canon relationship... which is heavy on sexual exploration but lacking in penetration at this point.

So having been separated for several weeks now (Tag-Team at the Teeth), what’s a fairly new couple to do once they get some quality time to themselves again? Looming over both of their heads is the subject of terminology: allowed pet names and ‘I missed you’ as a substitute for words with deeper meanings that Dorian isn’t ready for yet.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[star-dragon-art]

Just Orym and Dorian having a good time :)

don't wanna take my chances with getting this flagged on tumblr for Spicy Crimes, so go look at the full thing on AO3

[ganseybois]

hey if you post nsfw critical role art please like this post so i can follow you <3

[ask-ladyofrosefire]

in the thick dear darkness

E. English. 8,543 words. Complete

Shaun Gilmore is not a jealous man. His arrangement with Vax'ildan comes with a closer friendship with Keyleth. However, he struggles to stomach sharing him with the Raven Queen, especially when Vax's duties to her leave him exhausted and adrift. The games they play when Vax visits offer them the chance to reconnect that they need. (Set during the year gap)

Thank you to @NotAFicWriter and @Vamppeach for beta-reading!

If you enjoyed the fic, please let me know! Emojis count. 🖤 💜

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[elle-thereafter]

I am suddenly craving an Essek/Artagan absurdist crack fic. Make them both Jester’s Maids/Men of Honour for her and Fjord’s wedding and force them to collaborate on making wedding floral arrangements and planning a dick-festooned bachelorette party and generally driving each other increasingly bananas with the mundanity of wedding planning. Then on the morning of the wedding when they are finally almost rid of each other, trap them for hours in the equivalent of an Exandrian elevator and make them be escalatingly insufferable to each other until all that stress and loathing and hostility and obvious sexual tension leads to having a gloriously hot and messy hate fuck right there in the elevator closet demiplane whatever small space they’re trapped in. Right after which they are finally rescued, and Essek just barely manages to get some of his clothing back on but his fancy wedding suit is hilariously rumpled and Artagan is still completely naked with his outfit thrown oh-so-casually over his shoulder. Caleb and Jester are dying laughing and Essek is like shut up and Artagan is like you know, that purple kid gives surprisingly great head. And then Essek has to endure the rest of the wedding with Caleb and Artagan talking casually in explicit detail about his exceptional blow job technique.

[mintyfangirl]

new brushes, new art, new test of some certain guidelines...

lot of fun...

Also let me know in the tags what you think of this

[eldritchmochi]

wip wednesday!!! ive been sitting on this dialogue for like FOUR MONTHS, carrying my notes for it across several files, so im very glad to have this scene finally fucking written

from COPING SKILLS, as per usual. hopefully will have this section done and posted innnn a week and a half???

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It's—perfect. It's perfectly perfect, exactly the way Essek would wish to spend a lazy Da'leysen even if the thought that he could had never occurred to him.

It's better when Caleb buries himself deep into Essek, holding there as he catches his breath before melting over top of Essek. Essek thinks maybe Caleb—but no, Caleb sighs, "I simply cannot keep up with you."

"You're doing spectacular," Essek tells him. "I can barely keep up too."

Caleb laughs and shifts and Essek thinks for a moment that he intends to get off him so he relaxes the hold he has on Caleb's shoulders. Instead, Caleb settles, comfortably pinning Essek with his full weight. The feel of him on Essek makes Essek's cock twitch, begging for attention after so long ignored.

"I'm too old to marathon like this. What made us think this was a good idea?"

It's Essek's turn to laugh, the sound sliding into a moan muffled against Caleb's neck when Caleb's cock twitches in him in turn.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot," Essek tells him. "We are not doing this again, don't let me even if I really want to." He pauses, noting for the first time the extent of his bone-weary exhaustion, and sniffs before adding, "I will require two-to-five business days' notice before any and all extra curricular activities going forward. We will have a schedule if only so I don't fuck myself into oblivion."

The feel of Caleb laughing so much while still so deep and so hard within Essek is—good, beyond good, absolutely incredible. Essek rides it out, biting his lip at the feel of Caleb's laughter within him, holding tight to Caleb's shoulders.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Caleb asks through his laughter.

Essek considers his response, prefacing it with a small, haughty noise, simply saying, "Yes," and Caleb is overcome with a fresh wave of laughter.

Essek hides his soppy smile against the curve of Caleb's neck, so very pleased to have made this man, this beautiful, wonderful man, laugh so hard, and in the middle of sex too. It is, again, not something he would have wanted to have, but now that he has it, he holds it dear.

Adeen would never have allowed himself such fun, and Essek finds himself better off for it.

Caleb pulls back, grinning as he says, "Ja, well, I suppose I will ensure I file the appropriate forms going forward." He can barely get the sentence out before he's laughing again, forehead against Essek's.

"You'd better," Essek says, tipping his chin up to kiss Caleb's smiling lips. Caleb kisses him back readily, over and over, each one broken by the grins that infect both of them.