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the-dork-urge · 9 months ago

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|| Sweet Restraint || Tav x Abdirak

SUMMARY: Adbirak has been on Tav's mind ever since the Goblin Camp. Now, when they reunite, Tav is fully prepared to ''torture'' him in turn. WORDCOUNT : 2218 NSFW

Abdirak reclined in the tub, his arms leisurely resting on the sides, his finger tracing circles along the edge. The water gently caressed his body, creating delicate ripples as Tav lifted the sponge once more. With tenderness, she placed one hand on his shoulder, while the other moved the sponge over his back, delicately wiping away the blood from his skin, turning the water a soft pink hue. A soft groan escaped his lips as Tav rinsed his open wounds, his fingers instinctively tightening around the tub.

"We're almost done," She whispered, dropping the sponge back into the bath. Rising to your feet, you moved gracefully to retrieve a towel.

"I'm surprised you still have time for this, for me," he spoke, his eyes gleaming, his face slightly flushed from the hot water. Sitting up straight again, he ran his hands through his hair. A picture of beauty. "The hero of Baldur's Gate, they say throughout the city. Savior of the realm." He mused, his voice low.

"It's hardly hard work.'' Tav blushed, ''We're trying to rebuild the city, but I leave the politics to those who care for it. I mostly stay at the temple, aiding those in need."

"Is that what this is now? Are you aiding me, my sweet heroine?"

"No. This is purely self-indulgent," Tav responded, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Or perhaps, this is how I pay you back for your service; our little moment has been on my mind," she confessed.

"It was hardly a service, for a client as exquisite as you," he pondered aloud, his thoughts drifting back to the last time you were together.

Tav's mind wandered alongside his, reliving the sensations of that unforgettable encounter at the Goblin Camp. The sting of the whip against her skin, the tears in her eyes, and then the exquisite pleasure he bestowed upon her body. Tav could still feel the anticipation building between her legs as his hands explored every inch of her trembling body in his aftercare, igniting a fire that had consumed you both. Memories of that passionate moment sustained Tav through her journey to Baldur's Gate, yet it paled compared to the real thing. It was torture. Loviatar must have been pleased with her priest.

Tav sauntered back to the tub, a towel draped over your arm. Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried a subtle allure as she spoke, "Abdirak, would you mind stepping out of the tub?" His gaze met hers, and with a grace that seemed almost intentional, he rose from the bath. Unabashedly, Tav let her eyes roam over his form. Water droplets cascaded down his strong physique. She couldn't help but look at the scars that adorned his water-kissed body, like intricate markings on a beautiful, tormented sculpture. She extended the towel towards him, and as he reached out to grab it, he allowed his hand to linger on hers, water droplets tickling her skin. As he took the towel from Tav, he stepped closer, the heat radiating from his naked body. The tantalizing scent of soap and musk filled her senses. Tav's heart raced as he leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered a husky "Thank you."

She felt her stuck in her throat and heat rise to her cheeks, she mustered back only two words. "You’re welcome,"

Regaining her composure, she moved past him toward the middle of the room as he began to dry himself off. Tav positioned yourself, turning her back toward him. The fabric of the dress clung to her skin, remnants of the spilled bathwater. With a delicate touch, she began to peel off the dress, the fabric sliding off like a second skin. She could sense his eyes tracing her movements. Each motion was slow and deliberate, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the curves beneath. As the fabric pooled at her feet, she turned around to face him.

His pupils dilated, and a quiet yet appreciative exhale escaped his lips. The intensity in his eyes spoke volumes, revealing a hunger stirred by the provocative display before him. His hands, momentarily forgotten, hovered in the air as if yearning to reach out and trace the same path his eyes had traveled.

She beckoned him to step closer with a subtle curl of her finger. As he closed the distance between them, she spoke, "Remember when I said that if we ever meet again, I'd show you something you'd enjoy? Something your Lady would approve of?"

"Go on," he whispered, letting the towel drop to the floor next to her dress.

"Can we do that now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with anticipation.

"Will I suffer?" he inquired, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, yes," she said with a smile, her gaze smoldering with desire, "greatly."

She took a step back, creating an arm's length of space between the two of them.

"I have some rules,’" she said with a mischievous grin, her hands brushing away her hair, exposing the curve of her neck. She let her hands glide from her neck to her chest as she spoke.

"I'm all ears," he replied, his gaze fixed on her with intense curiosity as he stepped closer, drawn in by her mischievous grin and the subtle movements of her hands. "As long as you're willing to play by them," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper, her hands now trailing down his chest, fingers teasingly tracing patterns over his skin.

His breath caught in his throat, anticipation mingling with excitement as he waited for her rules.

"You can look, but you can't touch. Not me…" you teased, "and not yourself." He nods. Challenge in his eyes. "Let me show you. The agony of desire, the anticipation of something you can't have." A smile played on her lips, as she saw him prepare. Resting his hands, loosely hanging beside his body.

"Very well than." He swallowed.

Her own smile widened as she allowed her left hand to trail down toward her abdomen, then lower to her thigh, while her other hand remained poised at her breast. With a deliberate slowness, she cupped her right breast, gently massaging it as she rolled her nipple between her fingers. She met Abdirak's gaze, finding an amused smile playing on his lips as he watched her other hand settle between her legs. Her gaze trailed from his face, down the sculpted contours of his chest, lingering on the rise and fall of his abdomen, until it settled upon his hardened length. There, between his thighs, stood his arousal, a testament to the desire that pulsed between them. The sight of him, proud and large, sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her as she started to rub the sweet spot between her legs.

As she imagined the sensation of him inside her, her arousal intensified, fueled by the vivid images playing in her mind. The thought of his size filling her completely, stretching her in all the right ways, spurred her on. With a breathless gasp, she allowed her imagination to take control, slipping a finger inside herself.

She noticed how his cock had grown hard at the sight of her, the fingers in his right hand trembling ever so slightly.

"Your cock looks fantastic," she whimpered, bringing in another finger, "I can only imagine what it could do to me. Can you?"

"Yes," Abdirak breathed, his cock now dully upright, twitching against the silver scars on his belly. "I can imagine it, every filthy detail."

"Tell me. What would you do to me?" she started to pump her fingers inside and out.

Abdirak's breath hitched at the sight of her fingers working themselves inside, a hungry fire burning in his eyes. "I'd take you, hard and fast," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'd make you scream my name as I pound into you, claiming every inch of you as mine." His cock throbbed with anticipation, begging to be buried deep inside her, to satisfy the primal hunger that consumed them both. "I'd make you beg for more, over and over again until we're both lost in a frenzy of pleasure."

"Oh, Abdirak," she moaned his name, "that sounds fantastic." Abdirak's response to his name on your lips was a harsh guttural moan, his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

But she wasn't finished with him yet. With a wicked smile, she quickened the pace of her movements, her body trembling with anticipation as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You enjoy watching, don't you?" she taunted her voice a sultry whisper that hung in the steamy air. "You want to touch me, to taste me, to make me scream with pleasure."

Abdirak's only response was a guttural moan, his desire evident in the way his body tensed, in the way his cock strained against his belly. He was on the brink of losing control, his restraint slipping away with each passing moment.

"Step closer," she breathed. As she felt her own orgasm coming. She quickly stopped, slipping her finger out. She brought her slick fingers up.

"This is restraint. To stop yourself, even when you can have it all."

"It’s torture." Abdirak winced as that same slick hand found a way to his hard cock. Soft fingetips sliding around his sensitive skin, his thick veins, his wet tip. She slid her thumb over the little bead of cum, spreading his wetness.

"That means you still can't have me yet," she teased, her voice laced with mischief. "You have to earn it, Abdirak. You have to prove to me that you deserve it."

She intended to make him beg for release, to make him crave her touch like never before like she had craved his all these weeks. "You're mine to command, to tease, to torment as I see fit."

Abdirak groaned in frustration, his desire burning brightly despite her denial. He was putty in her hands, completely at her mercy, and she reveled in the power she held over him.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered her next command. "Beg for it," she murmured her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Beg for release, and maybe, just maybe, I'll grant it to you."

With each stroke and caress, she watched as his arousal grew, his desire evident in the way his breath came in ragged gasps. He longed to reach out and touch her, to taste the sweetness of her skin, but he remained rooted to the spot.

"Stay still like this," she implored, her hands wrapped firmly around his cock, one teasingly pressed against his stomach. With deliberate intent, she teased the tip of his throbbing member against her folds, feeling the yearning for entry pulsating between them. As she held him in place, she could feel the tension in his abs, his muscles straining with the effort to restrain himself from plunging into her. As she held it there a little longer, she sought his eyes. They were piercing back at her, pleading and hazy.

With a desperate edge in his voice, he finally relented, his words coming out in a low, husky plea. "Please," he begged, his voice thick with need. "Please, I need you. I need to feel you, to be inside you. Let me have you." His body strained against her hand, trembling with desire as he yearned for the release she held tantalizingly just out of reach.

She took her hand of his tense abs and settled it near his jaw. She cupped his face with a tight grip. Lips close to his as she said those two words that would release him.

"Fuck me."

His hips bucked upward, responding to her command with primal urgency, as he plunged into her with forceful intensity, his lips crashing against her. Every inch of him was a delicious intrusion, filling her completely as he buried himself deep within her core. She gasped at the sensation, feeling him throbbing with desire inside her, his hardness pulsing against her inner walls. She arched her back into his thrust. His frantic movements and the wet sounds of their damp skin were enough to send her over the edge. But there was no slowing him down now. He buried his hands in the flesh of her ass, claiming every inch of her cunt as he kept rutting inside her. She met his fervent movements with equal intensity, her nails digging into his skin as she held him close.

And then, with a desperate thrust, he drove her over the edge, sending her spiraling into the depths of ecstasy. She cried out his name, her voice echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Yet still he persisted, his movements relentless as he chased his own release, her knees almost buckling.

Despite her weariness, she summoned the strength to place her hand on his chest, pushing him away. "The edge of ecstasy," she whispered, distancing herself from Abdirak, "that's where I'll leave you."

As he stood there, surrounded by sudden emptiness, his body trembled into nothingness. His breathing was heavy. "You'll want more. And you'll come find me again," she whispered.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #Tav x abdirak #abdirak #abdirak x reader #loviatar

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tavyliasin · 1 year ago

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Call this one an experiment in a little something different, darlings~

We all have hard days, and some harder than most. So, perhaps a few words of comfort from some of our most beloved characters.

I may expand on these later to be fuller pieces of comfort, but only if that's something people feel they'd wish to see. So do let me know if it should go on my list, for more with these characters and additions of other favourites too~ I can probably so a short piece from anyone, given a little time to get under their skin and find their motivation/voice.

There's going to be some mild tw/cw for mental health, mention of scars, and subtle implications of pain/hurt/etc.

Astarion: "Darling, look into my eyes. That's right, keep your focus right here. Listen to my voice, breathe slowly. No more tears alone, love, you are a light in my endless night and I shall not let your flame burn low. You and I, we are more than the scars we never should have earned, and we are certainly far stronger than any blade or bow that has ever tried to take us down. You still do not believe it? You are here, living and breathing, despite all of your worst days. Now, one day at a time, darling, one foot in front of the other. No stumble can erase how far you have come."

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Halsin: "I am here, my heart, what do you need? No shadow curse or vile beast can reach you from within my arms, no force of nature can tear you from them either. Take all the time you need, my love, I will not leave. Your tears are your strength, not your shame. Let me teach you of all I see within you, your boundless potential proving the acorn can become the oak. I see how you shelter others with your leaves, so let us - let me - hold you through the storm. Your boughs may bend but they will not break."

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Abdirak: "You endure your pain so well Dear One, but you must stop believing you deserve it. Pain is a gift, it can be loving, and deliver that love to Loviatar. But it must never break, it must not be delivered without purpose. Do not be so foolish as to believe your own hand is purpose enough. Let me show you the right pains, Dear One, the pain that can heal you. No others shall be permitted to taint the art that is you with sullied brushes."

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Raphael: "Little Mouse, you have set quite the trap for yourself, haven't you? Need I remind you exactly who you made a deal with? No. I shall not permit our agreement to be tainted, not by any insignificant insect that would dare to sting my prey. Do not look so forlorn, Little Mouse, your nickname is not an insult. You might be in the presence of a cat, and you would do well to remember that little fact, but a mouse can be swift, cunning, and survive against impossible odds. That is why I trust you, and no other, to bring me what I want most. It is why I offer you a deal that is almost entirely in your favour - no other could expect such generosity, Little Mouse, so keep that in mind. You are my favourite client, and I shall let none break you. Not even yourself."

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Haarlep: "Ah my Little Thief, you wish to steal yourself away? No, I shall not have that. How bold you were to look me in the eye and to broker your own deal! I could have killed you the moment you stepped into my abode uninvited, but that, Little Thief, would have been such a terrible waste. You noticed, did you not? When I saw you, when I truly saw you, that I did not see just a body stood brazenly staring me down without a scrap of cloth to cover you. I saw potential, so very much delicious potential. Come now, lie back, tell your dear Haarlep what troubles you, and I shall erase every last one from your mind."

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A bonus, from Tavylia Sin, to one and all.

Tavylia: "Hello, darling. I see you, I really do. I can see how tightly you hold on, how easily the little hope you cling to can slip through your fingers. I know you may never read this, I know you may never hear it, but perhaps someone else like you will read this instead and that will be enough. You are too unkind to yourself, even as you show endless understanding and patience to those around you. They love you, darling, they cherish you even when you don't hear it. I know you need to hear it , though, and I don't begrudge you the comfort of soft words. Just...remember them, love. Remember every moment you were heard, every time you were adored just the way you are, and know those feelings are still there. A heart of love is not emptied by a single moment of you not believing in yourself, your worth is not measured by what you provide. Your worth is within yourself. I see it, others do too. Take comfort, darling, you are never ever alone. I am with you, near or far, and my love for you will not fade. If you cannot believe in yourself for now, trust that we believe in you. Rest, love, the dawn brings a new day and you are always a pleasant part of mine."

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year ago

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Baldur's Gate 3 introduced me to Abdirak and thus Loviatar and now I'm expected to be normal about it?

#tam rambles #the brainrot is brainrotting #currently eating spoonfuls of Loviatar lore #I'm heavily thinking about an unhinged Abdirak x Reader fic that takes place at the Goblin Camp #bg3 #abdirak #loviatar

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cringecannon · 1 year ago

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horny abdirak please im on my knees begging you pretty please with a cherry on top im so fucking mad we only get one scene with the most sane bdsm enjoyer in the game i want more about him

Larian, love them to death, is spitting on me personally by 1. no Abdirak aftercare scene and 2. no meeting up with him again in act 3. I am here to fix both of these things.

Abdirak, as much as he savored your first scene together, has a few regrets. The audience, for one. Cracking jokes, disrespecting the sanctity of the experience. The second regret is letting you walk off afterward without helping you come down. It was completely irresponsible of him. Even in a den of depravity like the goblin camp, he should've at least offered you a drink, or checked in again before you left.

He's thrilled when you enter his temple of Loviatar, alone this time. The goddess of agony herself has blessed him with the chance to right his past wrongs, and he won't squander this opportunity. He drafts a contract, letting you take your time as you fidget and glance away while trying to explain what you'd like him to do to you. It's endearing. You both sign at the bottom, and he leads you to a private chamber.

Stripped bare, you're bent at the waist and pulled tight over a wooden bench. Abdirak skims his fingertips down your back, goosebumps following in his wake. He slips two fingers between the black leather strips holding you down, letting out a pleased hum. His hand moves lower, tracing the curve of your ass. Are you ready, dearest? You nod, but you're not prepared for the pure brutality of the studded paddle. Your throat strains as you scream through the gag, all of your muscles tensing. He touches your hip gently, asking if you wish to continue. Your frantic nodding and moaning as you stand on your toes to push your ass out further delights him. A grin splits his face as he raises his arm to strike again.

Afterwards, when your ass is thoroughly bruised with thin rivulets of blood running down the back of your legs, he carefully unties you and praises you softly while he helps you to your feet. Your entire body trembles as he helps you into an adjoining room, gently laying you on a soft bed. He retrieves a healing potion, uncorking it and dribbling the liquid onto the aggravated skin. He works it in with his hand, nodding sympathetically when you whine and arch your back. You did so well, dearest. You're quickly becoming his favorite play partner. Loviatar herself would be proud of you. Rest as long as you need. He'll be here for you when you're ready.

#abdirak x reader #abdirak x tav #.abdirak #.bg3 #notsfw

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likethelightfromorionabove · 10 months ago

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An Ache Relieved

Pairing: Abdirak/ GN Reader

SPICE Rating: 2/5 Content

Warnings: Temperature Play

Smut below the cut dolls! Enter at your own risk!

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“There now, dear one.” The cleric rasped as you sunk below water. The temperature was nearly scalding, in stark juxtaposition to the cool towel he laid across your eyes. His hands brushed across your bare shoulders as he applied a firm but gentle pressure to your neck, easing it back to rest at the edge of the tub.

“Give your pain purpose.” He whispered, his breath cooling your ear in the face of the intense heat of the steam curling around you. “Offer each new sensation to Loviatar.”

Your skin prickled as it burned, glowing slightly red as it adjusted to the water. Sweat gathered at your temples, flowing in fast rivulets down your forehead and neck. With it, the pain that had throbbed in your head since the morning begin to drip down your neck and dissipate into the heat.

Abdirak’s measured hand scooped into the water, washing some up over your exposed chest. The heat draws out a muffled groan as another river of sweat and pain leaves your body.

“Yes, let Loviatar hear you!”

The process is repeated several times over as your tears flow mixed with the sweat and pain. The water has cooled, lowering its raging temperature to a soft numbing warmth. Sweat and tears flow from your head as you feel the priest press a tender kiss against your temple.

“Very well taken, dear one. Loviatar is most pleased to have accepted your offering. And I am most pleased to have served you this penance.”

#abdirak #abdirak x reader #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate #loviatar

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circledemptiness · 15 days ago

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Full Bloom

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing: Abdirak x Reader Rating: Explicit +18 Tags: Overstimulation, squirting, oral, anal, aftercare, pleasure dom Abdirak

✦ Part 2 of Red Petals ✦ Read on AO3

A night spent with Abdirak, where your lover challenges your endurance and unravels the depths of your limits, bringing you closer to the edge of both pleasure and vulnerability.

You're not sure how much time has passed. All that exists is the fierce, relentless spasm of your muscles, like infernal eels writhing beneath your skin, the tight tension twisting in your stomach, rolling with a rhythmic intensity as if lightning surged through your entire being, and the raw wounds on your back searing as they press against the linens of the mattress, drenched in blood, sweat, and other fluids.

Abdirak finds your suffering and endurance particularly majestic, witnessing your growing evolution with each passing day. For months, since you left your hometown to follow him, he has shaped you, honing your endurance with a steadfast, almost ascetic dedication befitting a Priest of Loviatar. Throughout, he has been your guide, nurturing your faith with unwavering patience and kindness.

Each time a ritual concludes and euphoria pulses through your veins, Abdirak's role, fulfilled in the name of Loviatar, transforms into something more primal. He revels in the view of your strained, bloodied and marked body, never missing an opportunity to tell you how alluring you are in your state of exhaustion after your perfect offering to your Goddess, his eyes brimming with a now familiar hunger. His praise spills from his lips, warm and fervent, as his mouth claims yours, his mind burning with a singular desire to hold you not as a priest guiding a follower, but as a man embracing his lover.

Sometimes, your intimacy is tender, a soft union between two souls seeking to merge as one, driven by mutual desire and shared sentiment. But more often, his appetite for consensual pain and the dark edges of pleasure bleed in your shared existence. You’ve come to embrace this side of yourself; a facet that had been dormant, waiting to be awakened under his influence.

Abdirak takes pride in the changes he witnesses, the way your body learns to endure, bending but never breaking under his meticulous hand. He expertly navigates the edge of your limits, knowing precisely how far he can push without overstepping. Lately, you’ve begun to explore his boundaries as well, tentatively, still constrained by inexperience. Yet his patience and devotion make him a willing partner in your experiments, guiding you with the same fervor he uses to lead you through rituals.

But tonight, like so many before, he’s the one guiding the exploration. In the intimate clutch of the night, after another ritual that left your back laced with the sting of a harsh flogging, he claims your body in a way only he is allowed to, enraptured by your shared surrender.

For hours, your clitoris has remained taut, the flushed pearl throbbing in agony as overstimulated nerves send sharp, repeated waves coursing through your body. Abdirak's thumb keeps tracing relentless circles over it, pausing his motion only occasionally to spit, offering a thin, fleeting hint of lubrication –an inadequate imitation of true pleasure.

But the worst part of this exquisite torture might be having your stuffed cunt being mercilessly and repeatedly penetrated, for what feels like an eternity, each thrust bringing a searing pain and an intense burning sensation within your swollen core. The glass cylinder, embedded with delicate bumps and ridges that drags along your walls, pumps in and out at a steady, unyielding pace despite the guttural groans and ragged noises spilling from your parched throat. Abdirak’s grip remains unwavering, maintaining control with unrelenting care.

You can feel the puffiness and swelling of your tormented insides, even as the relentless blend of pain and pleasure from the instrument overwhelms your senses. Thick, creamy juices seep from your overstimulated entrance, trickling down your ass and smearing over the cylinder. Each thrust coats Abdirak's hand, his knuckles pressing firmly against your folds as he bottoms out.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve climaxed; you only know the searing ache that courses through your body as every nerve twitches and tightens. Your muscles tremble and weaken, your cries echo in the room as sweat drenches your skin, and your eyes roll in the back of your skull with the sheer intensity of your orgasm.

You begged him to stop, but he doesn’t; not until you use the word you agreed on for when your intimate moments get out of hand. Your body is succumbing to the relentless pressure and overstimulation, each wave of pleasure breaking you further. Your insides tense under the onslaught of shattering ecstasy, and you feel yourself gush a warm stream of liquid, soaking the mattress, his arm, and sometimes even reaching his stomach, now glistening with what you might consider your defeat –what he would call your success.

Abdirak stifles a groan when he discovers the fountain within you, murmuring tender praises as he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead, a gesture of pure adoration.

"You’re enduring so beautifully, my lamb." His words are gentle and warm, and you could almost come once more with how reverent he sounds, but your fractured brain can barely process anything anymore. Instead, you sob pathetically, your body too drained to even resist, trembling violently as you let his torment stretch on... and on.

Meanwhile, Abdirak coos soft, coaxing words as he tenderly nips at the pulse point of your neck, a striking contrast to the relentless pace of his fingers on your clit and the unforgiving thrust of his cruel instrument inside your violated hole. Your vision blurs as exhaustion takes over; saliva drips from your parted lips, and your body shudders uncontrollably, reduced to silent tears and ragged sobs. Overstimulated, worn out, and in searing pain, you can only wonder, Maiden –how long has it been?

Another orgasm, one of many, crashes through you, drawing an explosive cry from your lips. Abdirak quickly shifts, carefully withdrawing his torture device from your swollen core before lowering himself and pressing his mouth to your puffy, flushed cunt. The flat of his tongue traces slow, deliberate strokes over your flushed slit, guiding the rhythm of your climax as your body spills like a fountain. The warmth and softness of his tongue feel almost merciful against your tortured hole; he swallows every drop of your release with a reverence that borders on devotion, his half-lidded eyes gazing up at you with such tender, worshipful infatuation that it nearly makes you forget the hours of torment you've endured at the hands of your lover.

Finally, his thumb leaves your sensitive pearl, and a fleeting sense of relief spreads through your strained nerves. Abdirak continues to lap tenderly at your folds and entrance; not with force, but with the gentleness of an animal tending to a wound. Your entire body quivers, and a sob escapes you, raw and uncontrollable, as exhaustion washes over you and pushes you to your limits. You don’t need to use your safe word to prompt him to stop his caresses; he senses it instinctively. Abdirak hushes you softly, placing tender kisses along the soft curls of your mound, up your tensed stomach, and across your sweat-slicked breasts. His lips eventually reach your face, trailing a series of feather-light kisses over your cheeks, jawline, nose, and forehead, calming your frayed nerves with each touch.

“My perfect lamb,” he murmurs, his voice warm and calm, grounding you as he brushes gentle kisses across your tear-streaked cheeks. His blue eyes shine in the dimly lit room, where the candlelight casts delicate silhouettes of your entwined bodies. A weak whine escapes you as you turn your head, seeking his mouth, yearning for the solace of his tenderness. A satisfied hum vibrates through him as he meets your lips, pressing soft kisses over and over, capturing your sobs until they dissolve into soft, trembling whimpers.

Soon, his hips instinctively rock against your stomach, his heavy length pressing into your heated skin as the metal beads adorning his shaft trace along your curves. His smooth, velvety flesh is slick with precum, seeping from his pierced and angry tip, needy and demanding. His breath comes in shallow, controlled bursts, having not found the release he craved during your torment.

“Can you endure just a little bit more, my lamb?” His question is genuine, each word a reassurance. You know he will do nothing without your consent, this secure cocoon he’s wrapped around you easing your tension. His words lingers, and you weigh your response, though the persistent ache of your swollen cunt clouds your thoughts. Panting, your breath skirting the edge of a wheeze, your eyes find his, searching those brilliant, familiar depths. A painful warmth flickers to life within you again; a heated desire to feel him, not just the touch of his tools, a desire to feel your souls merge together. You’re in awe of how he can stir such fierce emotions with such ease; how, despite your exhaustion, your mind still yearns for him with unwavering passion.

Your fingers gently trace your sensitive folds, assessing the extent of the soreness. A sharp hiss escapes your lips as the sizzling pain confirms that fully savoring your union will be impossible under these conditions. Determined, you slide your fingers through your slick arousal, lifting your hips as much as you can manage, and, with careful circles, you tease the delicate rim of your puckered hole. The soft caress sparks a new wave of genuine pleasure, and for the first time in the last couple of hours, you feel your body react pleasantly, letting your assaulted cunt bear all the pain instead.

“Here– I want you here,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you present your tight, eager hole to Abdirak. His eyes glimmer with dark, smoldering desire as he leans in to press a tender kiss to your dry lips. After coating his fingers in your creamy release, his digits soon trace the sensitive rim, coaxing you into relaxing fully as you surrender, collapsing onto the mattress, entrusting him wholly with your pleasure.

Your muscles are almost entirely relaxed now, offering little resistance as Abdirak slowly breaches your hole with a single finger, pumping in and out with a gentle rhythm. His eyes remain fixed on your face, observing each subtle expression as your exhaustion gives way to a delicate, fragile pleasure. Soon, he introduces a second finger, nudging alongside the first, stuffing you deliciously; the exquisite pressure in your tight entrance stirs a warmth that is free from the pain and harshness that your sex feels right now.

Instead of ragged cries, your voice releases soft moans as you surrender to his practiced touch, while he works you open for him. The walls of your sex flutter around nothing, wincing slightly at the phantom pain of the earlier ache from his glass device. Abdirak’s gaze, filled with an enraptured desire, lingers on your body as he gently fucks your ass with his long fingers, glancing at your ruined hole with tenderness

"You look like a beautiful flower, my lamb, with your flushed and engorged petals. You're still so open, I could easily slip inside of you and fecund you," he muses, the weight of his words fanning the flames of his own desire as his fingers scissors your asshole open. Basking in his loving, praising words, sweet sounds bubble from your lips.

"But tonight, I will be filling and breeding this beautiful hole. You love it here so much, don't you, my love?" he asks almost teasingly, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. You nod eagerly, a needy whimper escaping as a third finger slides smoothly into your silken warmth, thrusting with an intensifying rhythm that pulls deep moans from your throat.

"Abdirak..." you whimper, your voice still strained from the rawness in your throat. Your legs curl tentatively around his thighs in a silent plea, and he hums in response, satisfied and content. His lips find yours once again, kissing you passionately; his tongue eagerly meets yours, feeding you his taste and warmth, while you greedily suck on the red appendage. Your teeth graze his bottom lip before biting down fiercely until you can taste blood, and you hear him moan in pleasure. He slowly pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, then wraps his hand around his hardened length, pumping it to full mast. He guides the slick, adorned tip to your throbbing entrance, the anticipation building.

The metal ring of his pierced cockhead feels almost cold, despite the warmth of his silky flesh, the sensation delicious as it stretches your asshole open. Your body collapses onto the mattress, your hips bending so your thighs are drawn as close to your chest as possible, offering a deeper angle as Abdirak slowly penetrates your velvety walls. The movement is agonizingly slow, so deliciously so that you feel the metal beads adorning his length drag against your puckered hole, pulling blissful moans from you.

Abdirak sighs deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut as he sheathes himself fully inside your soft warmth. His face reflects sweet relief and devotion as he finally indulges in his own pleasure. You whimper, feeling your body cling to the last remnants of desire, your empty cunt throbbing painfully as your stomach feels deliciously full of him. You take in his pleasured expression, half-shaven hair falling over his eye, parted lips panting softly, a slight flush staining his scarred face, while you become a shuddering mess, slick with sweat, drool, and tears.

Your body aches, caught between discomfort, sharp pain, and a deep, euphoric pleasure as Abdirak slowly drags his cock out of your pulsating hole, each movement deliberate, before pushing back inside with equal care. A low, guttural moan escapes him, and in this moment, he looks breathtaking, lost in the exquisite pleasure you give him. Soft gasps and gentle hums spill from his lips, each sound rich and velvety as he moves with a careful, deliberate rhythm.

You whimper, your trembling hands finding his shoulders as you desperately search for something to anchor yourself to. Your mind feels as if it’s fracturing under the overwhelming pleasure you didn’t think you were still capable of feeling tonight. Every nerve in your body is ablaze, disoriented; but when Abdirak sets a slow, deliberate pace, rolling his hips sensually as he deeply fucks your asshole, his balls merely caressing your cleft, it’s as if your body remembers how to respond properly –how to surrender to the pleasure, to the body of your lover.

"More," you whine, lifting your hips as much as your aching body allows, contorting yourself despite the searing pain of your flogged back. You rock your hips, needy and demanding, though pathetically. Your plea draws his attention; his eyes flicker open, a playful smile curling at his split lip. But then his gaze darkens, and he hums dangerously.

The first brutal thrust of his hips makes you cry out in surprise before he sets a punishing pace, his pierced cock sending exquisite sensations through your pulsating walls. Bracing himself on his elbows, Abdirak cups your face, his mouth finding your neck as he continues to thrust deep inside your stomach, his movements wild and untamed as squelching noises fill the room. Your loud moans blend with his passionate growls, his pleasured voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your swollen, empty cunt rubs against the taut skin of his stomach, your folds screaming in pleasured agony as Abdirak fills your ass with his iron-like cock, his balls slapping against your heated and wet skin. You pant heavily, your breath raw and primal, more beast than human, as you feel him so deep inside of you it’s like he’s spearing you, splitting your guts in half, reaching a cavernous depth that makes you howl and cry out in response

The tension tightening in your gut and burning behind your navel becomes unbearable, the muscles still raw from your earlier torment. A grunt escapes you as tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes, and you instinctively clench viciously around his shaft. Abdirak cries out deliciously, his cock stilling for a brief instant in your velvety clutch before resuming his feral pace.

“Can you give me one more, lamb?” His voice is thick with lust, dark and primal, as you feel the slick heat of his back under your fingertips. You're not sure if your body can endure another orgasm, or rather you’re terrified that it might, twisting uncomfortably on the bed. Your insides scream in protest, desperately pleading for relief. You sob, feeling your empty cunt drool, your flushed asshole swallowing Abdirak’s pierced cock, while his teeth nibble playfully at the pulse point behind your ear. You know he wants to ravage you, to bite, to push you further into pain and suffering, but he senses your limits have been reached. So, he lets you set the pace, following your desires, only pumping harder inside of you if you demand it.

A trembling hand reaches between your drenched bodies for your tortured clit and you already wince at the sensation, but instead of truly circling it, you merely graze it, giving your nerves just enough stimulation to build a restrained desire while avoiding too much pain. Abdirak shivers at your willingness, kissing your cheek tenderly.

“That’s it, just like that. Give me one more, just one more, my beautiful, perfect lamb,” he purrs in your ear, his hips rolling sensually, pushing deeper inside your welcoming hole, and you can guess by the way his hips stutter that he’s nearing his own orgasm.

Your hand viciously grips the back of his half-shaven hair with a fierce tug, and Abdirak snarls, propping himself up on his elbows to meet your gaze with lust-filled eyes, pistoning inside of you while your other hand keeps coaxing your desire.

“And you will fill me, won’t you, my love?” Your voice is soft yet commanding, drawing a low moan from his throat as you feel him thrust into you erratically, his movements wild with abandon. He nods eagerly, soft whimpers bubbling from his lips.

“Anything– Maiden!– anything you desire, my lamb,” he pants loudly, succumbing to the intoxicating sensations of desire and pleasure. Your fingers find the perfect rhythm, the right pressure, and you feel your eyes flutter shut as a string of high-pitched moans escapes your parted lips, soon followed by deep, guttural moans from Abdirak’s throat.

Your stomach flips and contorts as your muscles and nerve work one last time to bring you to a painful, shattering completion, your cunt spasming and clenching around nothing as Abdirak buries his hard cock deeply inside of your pulsating asshole. A few thrusts more and you can feel his warm cum filling your insides as he cries out his own pleasure.

You pant as his hips stutter to a halt, pressing his forehead against yours, eyes closed, his face and expression softening. You wince, tears welling up and slipping down your cheeks, your body wracked with agony as every nerve burns painfully, twisting and squirming. Abdirak pulls away slowly, careful not to hurt you, and you feel his come spill from your flushed hole. A soft sob escapes you, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and now, as your orgasm subsides, uncomfortable. Vulnerable and raw, you whimper uncontrollably as Abdirak gently caresses your hair, shushing you tenderly.

“You’ve done so well, my sun. You are perfect.” His whispers are soft, soothing, full of praise that wraps around you like a warm embrace. You cling to his words, each one a balm to your raw soul, desperately seeking comfort as he places gentle kisses across your face, each one more tender and reassuring than the other.

“I’ll fetch some warm water so we can take a bath. Would you like that?” he asks, his voice filled with care. You nod weakly, your form shivering, already mourning the loss of his warmth as he slowly peels himself from your body. He drapes the blanket over you, his hands lingering just a moment longer, ensuring you’re cocooned in warmth before he slips away.

He returns shortly, guiding a maid to the inn’s room, and you lie still on the now-soiled bed, your body still trembling, a mixture of exhaustion and the lingering aftermath of everything that came before.

When the linens are changed and the tub is filled with warm water, you sink into the soothing embrace of the bath, your body melting against his as he pulls you close. His arms are around you, solid and comforting, grounding you in the moment. The water, warm and gentle, calms your nerves and loosens the tension in your muscles. His lips press softly against the top of your head, and his fingers, light as feathers, trace the curve of your back, each caress a silent promise of care.

As his whispered prayer to Loviatar fills the quiet air, you close your eyes, surrendering to the peace and safety in his arms. In this moment, there is nothing but tenderness, and you feel secure, cherished, as though nothing could harm you while he holds you close.

#abdirak #abdirak x reader #abdirak x tav #abdirak x oc #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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galesleftearring · 1 year ago

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hi, i'm liz!

she/her, 23 years old (this blog is 18+)

i came back to tumblr so i can scream about bg3, especially my favorites gale and shadowheart, but i appreciate any good art or fic i can find about the lovely world of bg3.

fic masterlist below the cut.

i have two save files going rn, one as a tiefling wizard named sylvia and one as a half elf cleric named larkspur in a campaign with @infernalenginesheart .

please be warned: this is a spicy blog primarily dedicated to gale. if you don't want gale spice, this probably is not the blog for you.

have fun!

My fic:

Headcanons

Praise Kink Gale (18+)

Gale x Reader

Sleep Well (18+)

Astarion x Reader

Starry Night (PG)

Bloodlust (18+)

Karlach x Reader

Please Kiss Me (18+)

Abdirak x Tav/Larkspur

How Sweet Agony Can Be (18+)

My art:

I'm very new to digital art (and art period, really) but I do post art from time to time.

Any art or fic I make will be tagged #mine :)

#mine #about me #bg3 gale #gale baldur's gate #baldur's gate #wizard of waterdeep #bg3

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blkgirl-writing · 1 year ago

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Heyyyy so I found you when reading BG3 stuff! With Gale x reader and it's all wonderful. Would you be willing to write a character in the game that I don't see enough people smitting over?

You meet him in the Goblin camp, and he gives toy his God's blessing if you can handle some pain. His names Abdirak.

Oh, Yes! I always make note to visit him when playing Durge. I'll add that to my request list! Tbh I have no idea how to write this yet so it may take a while.

#x reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader

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the-dork-urge · 9 months ago

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Masterlist

Hey ya'll. This is my masterlist!

I take requests, but I make no promises I can always fulfil them..

Fandoms:

Baldurs Gate 3 - Sons Of Anarchy - Yellowstone- Breaking bad universe - Evil Dead - Supernatural - The Boys I write for mostly femreader because thats what I am familiar with, learning to write more gn.

I do not take responsibility for any additional trigger warnings. I assume that those familair with the fandoms are familiar with its themes and thus aware of the potential themes in fan-generated content.

Abdirak || Sweet Restraint || Abdirak x Tav (NSFW**)

Gortash || Behind velvet curtains || Gortash x Durge (NSFW**) ||Wicked Urges|| Durge x Gortash? (NSFW*)

Rolan || Anew || Rolan x Reader || Worth Loving || Rolan x Reader

Raphael ||Beneath|| Raphael x Reader

Zevlor ||Stable Work|| Zevlor x reader (fluff)

|| A Good Man || Zevlor x Tav Part 1 (fluff)

||A Good man || Zevlor x Tav Part 2 (fluff and NSFW*)

||Stone and Earth|| Zevlor x Tav (fluff)

|| Joy || Zevlor x Tav / Reader (fluff)

Companions (grouped fics & hc's)

How they series: How they'd dance with you with Halsin-Aradin-Rugan & Zevlor

How they'd dance with you Rolan - Dammon - Astarion

William Butcher || Bottle of Whiskey || Butcher x Reader || Mr. Though Guy || Butcher x Reader ||Run of the Mill || The Deep x Reader

Ash Williams || The Mess of It All || Ash Williams x Reader

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tavyliasin · 1 year ago

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“Pain doesn’t scare me, Abdirak. It is my constant companion, it seeps into every bone, every muscle, it rears its head and bites at me when I least expect, it twists my nerves to the point I should rightfully scream…but even agony can’t sustain a scream that lasts a lifetime.” You found yourself becoming more poetic, an easy cover for the deep aches that even now threatened to steal your senses. It was easier to rely on a lifetime of masking, turning whatever harmed you into something creative, something beautiful, always a vain attempt to deny the reality around you. “Besides, I can barely walk across the room, let alone think of running.” “Dearest One, I can feel it from here, now. Your eyes speak it clearer than your precious voice…” His eyes did not leave yours, softening with understanding as he read the truth from you like an open book. “Agony is a cloak that you wear, an armour you cannot remove, it is as bound to you as the guilt you feel for its very presence. I envy you…but you did not choose this path. Your guilt does not serve you.” He took the empty glass from your hand, the brief touch of his fingers reminding you of the feelings you had when you first saw him on a screen. He was…warmer than you expected. “You’re welcome to my nerves, I’ve had quite enough for one lifetime.” You smiled, almost falling back on the fake laugh you forced whenever you told someone you felt fine on a day your bones felt like they were trying to tear free from your flesh. The empty glass was now back on the table, and he was in front of you once more. Closer, this time. His hand reached towards you, fingers curling as he stroked your cheek softly with the back of his hand. “You need not of my penance, no, you need a different hand to alleviate the weight in your soul. I can show you what else your body can feel, if that is what you wish.” You stayed silent, he was so close now you could smell the slight scent of coppery blood and hot leather, mixed with a warmer note…a perfume?... Unexpected, but it was something akin to a spiced rum. Rich, heated, and a little dangerous. “You may consider it a gift, for the generosity of your soul screaming out to the beloved Maiden of Pain, you can sing in a different tune so all the gods may hear it.” His hand caressed the line of your chin, cupping your cheek in his palm. You leaned your face towards the warmth instinctively as he brought his lips to your opposite ear with a low whisper. “Would you like that, Dearest One? To let the heavens and hells echo with the voice I can draw from within you?” The heat rose through you like a furnace, the sound waves ricocheting through your mind and body with the promise in his words. But there was one word more important first. “Reality.” You said as calmly as you could manage, his lips pressing a kiss to the edge of your ear with a surprising softness. “That is my safe word, when I want to return to Reality I will say just that, or I’ll hum this tune.” A simple melody from an old song you loved rumbled through your throat, perhaps a little off key, but the notes and pattern would be instantly distinguished from any passionate noises. “Of course, your word is my command. It shall be as if Loviatar herself whispered it to me. But I need to hear it from you clearly,” he kissed your cheek before guiding you to face his cool grey eyes. “Do you want what I wish to offer you? The love of the Maiden, along with my own?”

A little preview of a side fic I'm writing. I have about 4 WIPs on the go right now but I'm chasing the inspiration where it arises~ This one is Abdirak x Reader, and will be a dedication to all those in the community who live with chronic pain like an unpleasant roommate who refuses to move out. Abdirak understands pain, and carries a softness within him for someone who has such an intimate relationship with agony. So, darlings, how would you answer him? I'm going to finish this one when I wake in a few hours, then go back to writing Abdirak x He Who Was, which is currently over 6,000 words and about halfway done~ See you on the other side, loves, may Loviatar show you mercy.

EDIT - FULL FIC LINK HERE

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #abdirak #abdirak x reader #2nd person pov #chronic pain #making pain sexy #Loviatar is not the god we wanted to be blessed by #but at least her priest is incredible #yes I have Abdirak brainrot along with my usual cambion/incubus nonsense #do you want more?#do you want what Abdirak can offer you?#by the way he says “Dearest One” because he has such deep admiration for your relationship with pain #Abdirak is quite sweet actually

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 5 months ago

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Thanks for the tag @ewanmitchellcrumbs @moris-auri and @deathbecomesnerds I love you weirdos 🩵

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 16

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 456,644

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Just HotD. But I'm open to dabbling elsewhere lol I have an idea for Vikings that's niggling at my brain. And some bg3 one shots.

4. Top five fics by kudos? Iron and Ash (Aemond x reader), Salt in the Wound (Daemon x reader), haunt me (Aemond x Wylla Karstark), Dancing in the Dark (Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington - a collab with @lady-morrigen ), and First and Last and Always (Battinson x reader).

5. Do you respond to comments? Most of them, yeah. Sometimes people get unhinged and mean and I just don't have the energy.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's not up anymore, but it was called Seneca and it broke my lil heart. People died, kids were murdered, there was infidelity and an affair baby.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably haunt me. The ending was so bittersweet, but it was hard won and each other the characters fought so hard for what they got and that made it really beautiful to me.

8. Do you get hate on fic? I got sooooo much hate on haunt me. People went insane that my OC wasn't die hard gung ho for team green from jump. Which wouldn't have made sense for who Wylla was or where she came from, but apparently that didn't matter lol

9. Do you write smut? Yes

10. Craziest cross over? I don't write cross over fic

11. Have you ever had a fix stolen? I have and it's fucking gross and violating

12. Have you ever had a fix translated? I have not!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Co-writing with @lady-morrigen is literally one of my favorite things ever. We might have something in the works currently 👀

14. All time favorite ship? Ugh this is a hard one. I'm a real big slut for Reylo tho.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? There's an Abdirak (bg3) WIP I'd like to finish one day lol but that's about it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characterization, atmospheric prose.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I can get overwhelmed and leave plot threads hanging.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Sure, go nuts.

19. First fandom you wrote in? Star wars

20. Favorite fic you've written? Haunt me, hands down. But All We Ever Wanted Was Everything is a close second.

No presh tags: @lady-morrigen @ladylannisterxo @darkwolf76 @selfproclaimedunicorn

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for tagging me @timetravelingpenguin1066 <3

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

111.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

413,187.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Actively: House of the Dragon, The Last Kingdom and Ewanverse characters. Previously: Vikings, MCU, Game of Thrones, and a few miscellaenous characters played by the Skarsgård brothers.

4. top five fics by kudos

Who Taught You How to Love Like That?, Unbearable, Ride, Mine, Perzys se Rūkla (wow, I am popular with the Daemon crowd on AO3, who'd've thunk it?!)

5. do you respond to comments?

For a really long time I didn't, simply because I am a creature of procrastination and AO3 isn't a platform I check often. I think it got to something ridiculous like 400 unread comments, so I wiped them all and started fresh and since then I make a point to go in once a week and reply.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Either Careless Words or My Body is a Cage

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably The Shielded Heart.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I did for As the Gods Intended - this person was really bent out of shape about the incest and abusive dynamic within the fic, but I went onto their page and all of their fics were Lucemond ones, which seemed hypocritical to me, so I blocked them!

9. do you write smut?

Yes.

10. craziest crossover?

I don't really do crossovers - I did a Tom Bennett/Billy Taylor cross over once. That's my only one. It's called Body Electric.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not an outright copy and paste, but I have fallen prey to mosaic plagiarism, and it feels equally violating. Especially when the person admits to it, but then refuses to rewrite the portions they've lifted from you.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, Unbearable was translated into Portuguese for Wattpad (with credit).

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, the unpublished Socussy fic - @bottlesandbarricades @targaryenrealnessdarling @em-writes-stuff-sometimes and I all created something nightmarish. It lingers in Google docs, like a beating heart beneath the floorboards.

14. all time favorite ship?

Floki and Helga from Vikings (I have previously written fics for this) and Tifa and Cloud from Final Fantasy VII (never written fics for this and never will)

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have yet to leave a WIP unfinished!

16. what are your writing strengths?

Characterisation, clear and concise prose.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I can be too objective.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Love it. I never use a translator, as I prefer the challenge of figuring it out myself. Particularly High Valyrian.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Vikings.

20. favorite fic you've written?

I'm currently very proud of Cozened Indigo.

No pressure tags: @vampire-exgirlfriend @emilykaldwen @targaryenrealnessdarling @moris-auri

@flowerandblood @barbieaemond @superprincesspea @exitpursuedbyavulcan

#tag game

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loviatars · 4 years ago

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Purple Moons

pairing: abdirak x female main character (reader) warnings: torture that the mc has inflicted, blood, religious undertones rating: mature for above-mentioned reasons word count: 784 notes: another baby fic for my absolute favourite character in this gd game, the bdsm priest from the goblin camp slkdjf

His skin is wet with sweat or blood, and he will have new scars soon. Abdirak looks so pleased, his eyes fondly tracing the marks left that he can see. And when he lifts a hand to prod at them, the moan he gives is deliciously overzealous.

Until you swoop in, taking his wrist and gently guiding it away.

“None of that until you’re clean,” you say. Your voice echoes off stone, unafraid to be short with him. He makes a point of languidly stretching out on the cot, flipping over onto his stomach so you can get at his back.

The worst of the wounds bloom there. Long, red lines from a whip bite his skin. Both old and fresh, they lie side by side. He does not flinch away from your hand when you touch him, making another sound that’s not unlike a growl.

“No more pain. Not yet,” you add. And he folds his arms above him, resting his cheek against his forearms. “Did you like it, have I ever done better?”

“Not that I can recall,” he says, his voice is deep and hoarse from his revelry. Abdirak’s screams of agony were as practiced as music. “You did well, I liked it immensely.”

“And I think it pleased the Maiden,” you continue. He snorts, turning his head to look at you. “Don’t get all sanctimonious with me, now. I earned her blessing, same as you.”

“That is true,” he concedes. “What fresh misery do you intend to visit upon me, priestess?”

“The horrors of cleaning those bloody whip wounds, love,” you say. And even as you try not to smile, you give in.

You sit next to him on the cot, balancing a basin on your knees. You pull the sopping-wet cloth from the warm water, writing it out just enough before pressing it gently to his scarred back.

Abdirak wails and you resist the urge to smile wider. He has his methods of devotion and you have yours, though you are far from a priestess. Likely he will again protest bandages, but you aim to distract him from that.

“Is it too hot?” you ask. He swallows.

“It is exquisite,” he says. “Nearly more than I can bear.”

“Bear it,” you tut, pressing down more firmly on the long marks. He growls again in response, though the aggression peters out to a thankful whine near the end. “Offer it up, as you say.”

“You are learning faster than I expected,” he says, his voice strained.

“I would tell you to quiet yourself, but you like your throat sore,” you’re more transparent with your teasing. Slowly, his dried blood comes away in flakes. The water in the bowl turns pink. “Isn’t that right?”

Another, lower whine is all you receive. You hum, a sense of accomplishment settling on your shoulders.

“All right,” you say, “no more playing. I’ll change the water and get the salve, it’ll burn your back up just how you like.”

“Is that a promise?” he grins, sounding pleased with himself. You sigh.

As impossible as he is, experience has made him patient. You admire the view of Abdirak, bare and scarred in the torchlight as you search for the bottle. Before returning, you pick up a roll of bandages.

“If you die of an infection,” you start, “who will bring offerings to our Whip? Hm?”

“You make a compelling argument,” he sighs.

You reach over, brushing your fingers through his hair. It’s tangled and dirty, you’ll both need a bath before the day is out.

The absence of pain is not necessarily against his beliefs, it seems, as Abdirak lifts his head from his forearms and cants towards the source of comfort. A moment passes with neither screams nor anguish.

“Good,” you say when you pull away. It isn’t specified that you speak of him, but gooseflesh rises on his skin all the same.

Dipping your finger in the bottle and bringing it to his back, you carefully paint the salve over angry marks. He won’t enjoy your attempts to control the scarring, either, but you’ll try the very same.

“It pleases me not to have to quarrel with you,” you say, a triumphant smile tugging on your mouth. His cold, deep laugh rumbles off the walls.

“Don’t become used to any of it,” he replies. “I fully intend to quarrel with you at every opportunity following.”

“I’m shaking,” you deadpan. He laughs a second time.

It’s clear that he’s still in pain. Abdirak white-knuckles his wrist, pressing his cheek firmly against the cot. But he doesn’t move an inch as you’re trying to work, and it seems the shouting has died down for the night.

#abdirak #baldur's gate 3 #abdirak x reader #abdirak x mc #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #bg3 fic #baldurs gate fic #anniewrites #blood //#torture //#violence //#yet another fic that won't end up in the tags but que cera i guess

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