#criticallynsfw

[ask-ladyofrosefire]

a priest, a gardener, a doctor, a lover

by LadyOfRoseFire

In the midst of an already busy day, Azune gets an invitation from the Magpies' new ally that might allow him to shake off a little of the pressure of the last week. Set during 4x27

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[cr-404]

Still considering Hal deserves a harem of Boys (as a treat) and they deserve him.....

I mean the sheer amount of daddy issues vs daddys in this campaign it's bound to happen. Azune first....

Hal had tried hard to tuck the young man his brother brought him after the war into 'kid' territory. He wouldn't be the first or last one Hal had helped guide into adulthood. It was hard to see him at first as anything other than a kid, Hal had been around humans enough to understand that he was fairly average sized, if a bit skinny, but that could be fixed. But by orc standards he was just so small, it was natural to feel protective of him.

He hadn't seen at first, how much Azune had chaffed under that. And what he did see he had dismissed, shouldn't this boy who had spent his childhood at war have a chance to BE a kid?

Turns out it was not for him to decide. Their relationship had gotten better when Hal had come around to understanding that Azune was not a kid... but he COULD be his boy.

Slowly Hal was allowed to sit with him after a nightmare, or even pull him into his arms. Kisses could be pressed to his hair, to his forehead, to his cheek, until one day that sweet head turned to press lips to lips, soft but message clear, his eyes closed, his body trembling in Hal's arms. His boy was so breathtakingly brave.

Hal learned how Azune liked to tuck himself between his legs, to make that his safe space. It didn't matter if Hal was working at his desk, relaxing reading on the couch, or laying in bed. Azune would find his way there, taking comfort from how the strong legs would press against him. Sometimes just to rest with his head on a thigh, sometimes a gentle nuzzle further up would quietly ask of for something more. Hal rarely denied him, taking out his cock and letting his boy take that in his mouth, loving the look that he'd get on his face, both from being allowed and from the soft praise he would be given.

Taking him to bed properly was harder. He was so eager to please, to be useful, to be worthy, to EARN his place... and as much as that was fun sometimes, it wasn't what Hal wanted them to be to each other all the time. Azune struggled to accept pleasure, to accept that Hal wanted him there for HIM.

Orders to be still, to let himself be touched were hard for the boy. He would obey... he would always obey... but at such cost. Hal liked to do it sometimes, to watch those fundamental parts of him collide, and to know at the end of the day, his word meant more to his boy than even his own nature. He'd praise him softly, and kiss the frustrated tears off his face.

But most days he preferred this, thick leather straps with buckles that bound his boy into place. Hands bound to the headboard, another thick strap tucked under his knees and going around his back, forcing his legs to his chest, his ass perfectly on display for whatever Hal had in mind. And today Hal was slowly working his fourth finger in, relishing each moan and sigh, reminding his boy who he belonged to, who loved him, and who would decided exactly what it was he would take, weather that be teasing touches for hours, back to back orgasms that made him sob and beg, or a fist fully seated inside him while he was denied over and over.

To the rest of the world Azune may be the hyper-competent leader of the arcane marshals.... but here in this room he was just Hal's boy, and there there was nothing he wouldn't do for his daddy.

[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

[glitchisbroken]

Break from the bar

Magic Full Art Button?

[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

[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.

[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.