#THEY HAVE SEX

[waterwizardcat]

more biblically accurate vash

[whimsiandwild]

Come To Me: Part Three

Pairing: Durgetash [Gortash x Female!Durge]

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: SPICY SPICY SPICY. They smash, it's spicy. Oral[receiving], vaginal sex, some slightly depraved violence (#justdurgethings)

A/N: I did warn you all I had a dream about this bit, so you've had fair warning. Enjoy :)

Tagging: @durgeteriormotives @syrips @ixora111 @feydstan @neko-rhapsodos @quietdemonuwu @tavs-brainworm @lapinetroses

The disgusting, mutant little creature before her seemed so thoroughly and genuinely delighted to see her that Tav didn’t really know how to respond. It was the ugliest thing she’d ever seen, in a little suit and top hat, but it was strangely endearing. She almost felt some sort of warmth towards it. It was then that she decided she had well and truly tipped over the edge; her actions tonight had already been proof enough of that.

“Wh- what are you?” she squeaked, clearing her throat as she scooted back away from it.

“Sceleritas Fel, forever at your service, my depraved mistress,” He swept his hat off as he fell into a deep bow, straightening only after he’d felt was an appropriate amount of respect. “I have been praying every day to your father that you might finally have need of me again, and here you are! As messy a pup as I ever remembered.”

He gave a strange laugh and Tav stared down at the mutilated corpse, giving a small shriek and dropping the remaining flesh to the floor as a full blown panic set in.

“Oh gods! What have I done?”

“It is only your nature, mistress, do not fret. I shall have things tidied and taken to the temple before sun’s light.”

“Temple? What… what are you talking about?!”

“Why, your father’s temple, of course, my rotted lady! The Temple of Bhaal, beneath this very city. Unfortunately, Orin has stolen your seat but I look forward to the brutality you shall bestow upon her when you return home.”

Her mind was spinning. This was too much to process, and it proved that Gortash hadn’t lied to her. That was the thing that was surprising her most, not her actions or her deplorable butler, the fact that this man had been completely honest with her. He was the first and only person so far who’d been open from the start.

“What am I supposed to do? Hey!” She snapped a bloody finger in front of his face, the thing muttering to himself about clean up processes. “If you’re sworn to me or whatever, bloody well help me!”

Sceleritas pondered for a moment before sighing; he seemed most disgruntled. A hand slipped inside of his suit jacket and handed her a potion, a silvery concoction in a diamond-shaped vial.

“Take this, it should give you enough time to get to him,” he grimaced, Tav lifting a brow at his comment. “He will help you. Your Gortash,” The words made her stomach flip; her Gortash. “Drink the vial and go straight away. I will return to you at some other time, mistress.”

He dipped into another bow as Tav stood, eyeing the vial as she did. Pulling out the stopper, she paused before it could hit her lips.

“Um.. Sceleritas?,” She smiled as his head snapped up, his eyes huge as he gazed at her in adoration. “Thanks.”

Swallowing down the potion in one; it wasn’t as pleasant tasting as it looked; and tossed the vial to the floor, the butler scurrying to retrieve it. Her entire body tingled but that was about it; she wasn’t exactly sure what it had done, if had done anything.

“Remember, mistress, this will last an hour unless you attack or use magic. Do take care, my lady.”

Turning his back to her, Sceleritas began his work, Tav watching him for a few seconds more before exiting.

It was only as she had walked along the streets of Baldur’s Gate that she had realised the use of the potion. It occurred to her that walking around, covered head to toe in gore might not leave the best impression upon guards and townsfolk but everyone she’d walked past had ignored her, like she wasn’t even there. Tav had soon caught her reflection in a window, or lack there of; he’d given her an invisibility potion. She really would have to find a better way of thanking him.

Slipping past Heram and his fellow guard, Tav had to be stealthy as she pulled open the doors leading into the ceremony hall. She tripped a couple of times, knocking some boxes flying, much to the surprise of the dozing guards on the benches. Thankfully, she made it to the top, to Gortash, within about half an hour of drinking the potion. Now, however, she had a different problem. She opened his door a crack and squeezed through before closing it as quietly as she could. Unfortunately for her, his hearing was impecable.

“Who’s there? Who has the audacity to enter my chambers without permission?”

Tav couldn’t help but giggle at the authoritarian tone of his words, Gortash storming into the foyer and looking around. When he found no one waiting for him, he was immediately defensive, picking up a letter opener before venturing further into the room.

What was she supposed to do? What had the butler said? Attack or… A switch flipped in her mind and she raised her hand, trying desperately to remember the incantation Gale had taught her. Eventually, a tiny flame of light appeared on her palm, Gortash jumping out of his skin as she reappeared from nothing. His jaw dropped as he took in her appearance, the knife dropping with a clang to the floor.

“Enver,” she whispered, the severity of the situation resting heavily on her suddenly, tears brimming her eyes. “Help me.”

Gortash had jumped into action the moment she’d uttered the words, hiding her behind a column as he ordered for two baths to be drawn in his quarters, no questions asked, and there would be consequences for anyone who entered for the rest of the night. Dire consequences.

That was how Tav had ended up in this second bath, her knees curled into her chest as Gortash ran thick fingers through her tangled hair, cleaning it of mess. His shirt and gloves were tossed to the side, along with her own ruined clothing. She’d glanced at them a few times, thinking how easy it would be to take the netherstone and run, but she didn’t want to.

Resting her cheek on her arm as he dried his hands off, she stared blankly at the other tub, the water crimson and filled with god knows what that had come off of her; it’s why he’d ordered for two.

“You hair is once again luscious and clean, kitten,” he informed her, his fingers running delicate patterns over her back that gave her goosepimples. “Are you alright? It must have been quite a shock.”

“I don’t know what came over me. Sceleritas seemed thrilled by it,” she told him, feeling completely defeated.

“Ah, the butler,” Enver gave a cold laugh, disdain in his voice as he spoke. “He never liked me, you know. I always thought he coddled you too much. You didn’t need coddling.”

“What did I need?”

Silence fell and he was by her side, lifting her head with gentle fingers so they were eye to eye.

“Love. And it’s what I gave you. Until the very end.”

He was so earnest, so serious, that she could have wept. Their connection was so strong, so intense, but she still felt he was a stranger. She allowed her hand to cup his cheek for a moment, Gortash eagerly leaning into the touch like a man starved.

“Would you still give it to me now? Knowing what a monster I am?” she frowned, sniffing back tears as she stroked his temple with her thumb.

“In an instant,” he replied at once, clutching her hand in both of his and placing it over his heart, Tav clawing at the rough hair beneath her fingers. “And you’re not a monster. I’ve never thought so, at least. You are a force to be reckoned with, Bhaal’s chosen and favourite. I would forsake Bane to keep one as extraordinary and beautiful as you by my side.”

“What about the netherstone? Would you forsake that?”

“No,” he said frankly, her face falling. “Only because I would want us to use the stones so we may rule this world. Together. Just like we planned.”

“Enver-.”

“I love you, Tav,” He stressed the words, his grip on her hand almost painful. “I will always love you, whether you regain your memories or not. I am yours and you are mine, and we will rule over Faerûn as we were destined. I love you.”

A quiet sob caught in her throat and she kissed him fiercely, water sloshing over the sides and soaking what was left of his clothes. He returned it in earnest, heaving her out of the water and wrapping her in his arms. He never broke their kiss as he lay her gently on a blanket, everything about the moment enveloping and overwhelming both of them. For her, it was giving in to inescapable fate; for him, it was blissfully returning to the embrace of his lover.

He peppered kisses all over her face, her jaw, her shoulders, slowly working his way lower. The attention he showed her breasts had her eyes rolling, and then he lay his stubbled cheek against her hip, one of his hands running across the soft curve of her thigh.

“Let me taste you, kitten. I need to see if you’re still as sweet as I remember.”

All she could do was nod, not really having the words to offer him as his lips trailed lower and lower until they were at the most sensitive part of her body. He lavished her, worshipped her, had her writhing and squirming under his touch and his tongue, his fingers all too happy to aid in her pleasure. She was hot, her heart racing, and her back arched as euphoria washed over her, her walls clenching around his fingers as she cried out. He moaned against her skin, sending more sparks through her.

“As expected,” he smirked, kissing her hotly before allowing her to lick his fingers clean, hissing as she sucked on them. “You are still as delicious as ever, kitten. Perhaps more so than before.”

Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him to her, their lips crashing into one another for another frenzied kiss as he shimmied out of his trousers. She gasped as he pressed himself against her sopping core, the feeling of him so familiar she could cry.

“Will you allow me?” he panted, pausing his lusftul motions for a mere moment before she assented.

He was buried in her within seconds, both of them unable to hold back the sounds pleasure that escaped them, Gortash burying his head in her shoulder as he began to move his hips, slow, languid rolls that had her clinging to him.

Tav hadn’t expected this, any of this, but it felt so right. She wished she could remember them as he did, share his memories, but she would have to content herself with the new ones they were making for now. He felt incredible inside her, and she knew, deep down, this had always been the case; they fit perfectly together.

Despite his decision to start slow, he soon lost control of himself and his hips were snapping back and forth with ferocious speed, Tav crying out his name as her fingers gripped the blanket beneath her. She was so close, and it was encouraging those now all too familiar terrible urges. Without lifting his head, Gortash placed the letter opener in her hand, gritting his teeth as his thrusts grew sloppy.

“Just do it,” he growled, his fingers bruising her hips as he pinned them to the floor.

It was an almost out of body experience as she came for a second time, Enver grunting as she seized him from the inside. The knife plunged into his shoulder, the man growling and tightening his grip further as he continued his assault. Tav felt that feral nature coming on again and tossed the knife aside, still moaning as she wrapped her lips around the wound, biting and sucking until she tasted the copper taint of him on her tongue. It was too much for Gortash, spilling into her with a guttaral moan as she continued to steal what was his.

“Gods, kitten,” he breathed, falling weakly atop her as she finally released him; the weight of him felt good, comforting almost. “I always forget how good you are.”

Her arm snaked around his shoulder, her free hand toying with the small cut that was still dripping his blood onto her chest. She smiled, feeling full, content, and happy.

They’d crossed a line now, and she wasn’t nearly as upset about it as she’d ought to be.

“Forgive me, father,” she whispered, tugging at her lover’s hair as he squeezed her tighter.

She was in way over her head, but she didn’t mind at all.

[serpentarius]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy

Chapter 2 is now up! Enjoy some more human/vampire insanity. 

[ollsmiiart]

too lazy to make two separate posts

[danispookypumpkin]

Hey so I wrote some fucking smut!

You can find it here! It's about werewolves! And critical role! It's that one part of episode 58 season 3! Go read it! Unless you're not into that, that's fine! Not everyone is a monster fucker like me! But I am! So deal!

[tostadamika]

I have used my artistic abilities to bring this vision to life.

They fucked btw.

how do you guys feel about the fact that these two characters exist in the same universe

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[gay-otlc]

It's really fucking annoying shipping an mlm ship and everyone in the goddamn universe is like "the bigger stronger one is a dominant cis man who tops and the smaller weaker one is a submissive trans man who bottoms :)"

[mickedy]

Since it's pride month I'm going to say. Can we stop making fun of adults who don't have sex. Not even particularly asexuals, just general people who don't like sex personally or don't want to have it for whatever reason. It's just not great to portray people who don't have sex as weird losers or naive little kids or whatever, even as a joke

[annabelle--cane]

you think people actually have sex? naked and everything? I have to laugh.

[marrowridden]

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.

[bunabi]

Using a fear of Palestinian revenge as justification for the occupation is both wild and familiar

Aint nobody thinking about vengeance after getting freedom 😭 all we wanna do on this planet is drink chilled juice and not die