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I'm CC, and I'm a purveyor of all manner of perversions and depravity.
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I only want to see your fics. What are all the tags I should block?
.oc shit - anything about my ocs
.off topic - random thoughts
.show and tell - people sharing with the class
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I know you haven't posted in a long time and I hope you're doing well but I also want you to know I still come back and reread your posts again and again. It's like free therapy. Your Gortash could fix me. - š
I really appreciate this, thank you so much š Iām also a chronic fanfic re-reader so it feels really good to know people do it with my stuff too.
I think about my Gortash sometimes and he could *not* fix me. I, however, could make him worse. And have. Consistently.
That's a great plan! Write when you feel like it. Don't force yourself. Doing so has made me a lot happier and I hope it'll do the same for you <3
It has been! Iām a chronic procrastinator who Loves breaks so Iāve been doing pretty good. Howeeeever, Iāve actually been playing the game again for the first time in months and peeking into my drafts to see if anything sparks my interest. I may drop another five or so things and disappear back into the ether, who knows. Iām wild and unpredictable in a way that hopefully comes across as sexy and mysterious like the ocean or something instead of just being obnoxious.
I just have a bad brain that sucks and doesnāt work right and Iāve been fixated on everything But baldur for the past few months. Iām always gonna keep this blog up but I think the best course of action is for me to just write when I feel like writing so I donāt get burnt out.
Do you have any recommendations for BG3 blogs or creators that also do dark content?
uhhhh Iām gonna be honest I kinda came on here and stayed in my own little nasty corner without interacting with anyone haha, I think the only creator I ever read anything from was morgana-ren but I really liked their ascended Astarion stuff!
all of ur durgetash stuff makes me want to rip apart my pillow. that one you wrote forever ago abt durgetash cruising and finding the reader still makes me crazy stupid. anyways I hope ur havin a good night thumbs up
durgetash cruising is my lifeblood theyāre such a horrible terrible power couple and I need them more than I need air
thinking about gortash & him chaining you up and being so so normal about it
Itās better for everyone- how else can he trust that you wonāt run off while he's busy? He's more than aware of the kind of trouble you can get yourself into. This really is the most sensible option.
His gauntlet taps against the iron manacle holding your wrists together, sneering down at you. Quit glaring. You look better when you smile. His free hand grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to meet his eyes.
If you can't manage that look, he doesn't mind scared.
Haarlep would gag you then tell you to use your words while having their wicked, wicked way with you as you writhe underneath them from overstimulation.
The game truly is simple. All you have to do is say a single thing clear enough for them to understand, they really donāt get what youāre struggling with.
You ache. Their mouth follows you wherever you manage to crawl to, trying to bring you to as many orgasms as they can manage before you fall unconscious. The gag in your mouth stretches your jaw uncomfortably, muffling every plead and beg for them to stop.
You manage to flip onto your front and away from them, but the relief only lasts a second. They wrap their arms around your waist and yank you back against their face. They said it earlier, darling. Theyād be more than happy to stop if you just asked. Theyād never want to make you uncomfortable.
We need more Haarlep love... They're so cute.. and evil..
I like the HC that they can adjust the size of their cock... So imagine Raphael's already painful cock, but while Haarlep is holding you down and nonconning you (as punishment for sneaking into the house,, they want Raphael to give them more rewards~ <3) it suddenly gets bigger, longer, the spikes flare up... The knot somehow gets EVEN bigger... You can't escape, you'll be bred by Raphael's incubus... And when he comes home he'll have to breed you himself..
If anything, theyāre doing you a favor. Sex with Raphael would be unpleasant at bestā¦ so, out of the goodness of their heart, theyāll get you broken in.
Arenāt they sweet?
Misery flows through you. You can feel your pulse between your legs from the ache of them stretching you out, just as unbearable as when they first started. Anytime you finally start to adjust, they swell inside you again and ensure you donāt get a second of relief.
If you hold your breath for a moment and focus, you can identify some of the different pains. Being stretched out like this is a searing, terrible feeling, not helped at all by their uncomfortably hot body temperature. The raw, torn up feeling from the spikes is ever present. Even after they shifted their form and dulled the edges, the stinging sensation still hasnāt gone away.
They had changed their form over and over again, adjusting to keep you in the worst possible state they could. It required concentration- too little, and you get your fight back. Too much, and youād lose consciousness. You almost did when they had tried knotting you the second time. You canāt give up this early, little mouse. It will be hours until Raphael comes to play, and they canāt have you ruining all their hard work.
I'm obsessed with Rolan lately, have anything for him? Something about the enemies to lovers hate sex hook ups that got me fucking goooinnnggg. I want him drunk at last light taking out all his frustrations on poor hero Tav
After the argument and harsh reprimand at the bar, you obviously couldn't just let him wander off on his own. You ask your travel companions to stay behind a moment, ignoring the huff of derision from Astarion as you leave. It's hard to make out every word, but you're sure it's something about how you don't always have to shove yourself into everyone's problems. It's a sentiment you heard often from him. He may have a point, but surely one more intervention couldn't hurt.
That's what you told yourself, anyway. When you manage to catch up to the stumbling wizard, you expect it to be an easy interaction. Stop him, talk him out of being stupid, send him back to the inn. Your silver tongue has saved countless others, how hard could he be to crack?
Incredibly, is the answer. Before you could even get a second word out he had spun around, seething as he presses a finger to your chest. He almost loses his balance a couple times while insulting you. You let him go off, waiting for him to catch his breath before trying to talk him down one last time.
You expect to win him over. You'd expect him calling you more names and storming off. Hells, at this point you wouldn't be surprised if he hit you.
You don't expect him shoving you back against the stone wall, sharp teeth digging into your lip from the force of the sudden kiss. His hands are everywhere, but he finds enough focus to grab your thigh and pull it around his waist. Heat blooms in your stomach as his tail snakes around your calf, holding you in place so he can sloppily grind against you. His mouth drifts down to your throat, biting down cruelly to try and elicit any noise from you he can. Some curious part of your mind wonders how long he's wanted this. You'd always assumed he'd hated you.
There could still be hate here, but whatever's left in him is being quickly replaced by need. Just from grinding between your legs you swear he's holding back noises of his own, pawing at your armor to try and find some weak point to touch you through. You help him, of course, guiding his hand under your clothes. He almost whimpers when his fingers find skin.
You almost feel bad. Almost. It's hard to focus with him looking up at you so prettily.
I am back requesting more durge content.. how they might reward and punish you as they mold you into their plaything. Durge giving you a treat for performing that sacrifice so perfectly
I am SO obsessed with the way you write durge that it isnāt even funny. Hope youāre doing well š«¶
Theyāre incredibly dedicated to your training despite their involvement being wholly unnecessary. Honestly, they should just pawn you off onto the nearest unholy assassin, but whereās the fun in that? Getting to play with you is the highlight of their week.
Thereās no shortage of rewards for good behavior or progress. While they hope youāll learn to see viscera and blood-soaked hands as a reward in of itself, they understand itās not to everyoneās taste. If they have to ply you with gold or pretty clothes or their head between your legs, so be it. They enjoy seeing you happy.
Unfortunately, most the ārewardsā are punishments to the average person. Sacrificing someone more brutally than you thought yourself capable of in the hopes that it would earn a break backfires. Now they think youāve finally gotten a taste for violence and are all smiles as they gift you an extra victim to play with. Theyād sit behind you and help of course, you did so well with the first that now you get to take it slow. They want to make an entire date out of it, candles and dinner and all.
Not even mentioning when they force you and their banite together. The only solace you can ever take when that happens is he seems to be just as displeased as you are.
Punishments are much rarer. They recognize the lifestyle theyāve forced you into is a torture all of itās own. Never mind the fact that they believe they have as much time as they want to mold you into a perfect little weapon. Thereās no urgency to this whole affair, so you have to really fuck up for them to earn any significant disappointment.
Even with good behavior, random torments are a given. They are a cruel creature- itās in their nature to destroy. They may wake up in the middle of the night and decide that itās the perfect time for them to carve their name into your leg again. Bloodletting is a favorite pastime, second only to seeing how long you can hold your breath for. They love to see you choke and gasp for air when they finally let you back up, laughing as you throw up water. Suffering is good for the soul, they assure you. Youāll get used to it someday, little blade. Everyone does.
A real punishment (by their definition), is reserved for only the worst actions. Attempting to kill them is expected, but if you get too close to actually doing it? Itās nothing a mock hanging couldnāt fix. Well, mock hanging for now. If you slip off the teetering bucket beneath your feet, itāll become a true hanging in seconds.
Refusing to kill is the easiest way to earn suffering. They donāt want to force you, but they donāt have much choice when youāre being such a brat. Threatening to take a finger tends to guarantee cooperation. If you keep refusing, theyāre more than willing to show you they never make empty threats.
Something about Raphael breaking in a virgin Tav? Sacrificing virgins to the devil is a timeless classic after all
Iāve touched on it before (a long ass time ago, but still) and I think heās a Total freak about virgins. You honestly donāt even have to be a virgin in the traditional societal sense, heāll take any and all of firsts that he can get his claws on.
Never been with a devil before? Let him show you what youāve been missing. His wings are unfurled and massive, posed in a way that prevents you from seeing almost anything in the room but him. Sharp teeth skim your neck as he pounds away, his skin uncomfortably hot against your body. His eyes glow brightly, watching hungrily as you twist and writhe beneath him.
If youāve never been with multiple partners, itāll be one of the first experiences he takes from you. Youāll be pressed and twisted in almost every position possible between him and Haarlep, both delighting in how flustered they can get you. Itās almost a game, seeing how embarrassed they can get you before you give in and enjoy it.
If youāre a virgin in the traditional sense, heād play it slow. He wants to charm you, pulling you in step by step until itās too late to back out. A smirk pressed against the back of your neck as his hands spread your thighs, heād laugh at the situation. Such a whore, letting him ruin you. He expected more of a fight. Youāre lucky heās taken it upon himself to do this for you. Most wouldnāt be so kind.
Whos the most into cockwarming and why is it Gortash?
Iām still a firm believer that Gortash is one of the laziest lovers I write for. Not that he canāt flip you around and bend you over and twist you all sorts of ways, just that heād much rather make you do all the heavy lifting if he thinks he can get away with it.
Heās a big fan of anything where he can lounge back, especially if he can multitask. After sex, why bother pulling out? Much more time efficient to just stay inside you. Paperwork? He can just let you sit on his lap and entertain yourself while he signs off on whatever doctrine is in front of him. If youāre really unlucky, he may not even let you slide off when someone comes in to speak with him.
I wish more people did this idea but astarion or gortash or even raphael grabbing a tiefling tav or durges tail in order to pull them back so they can fuck them
Astarion isnāt nearly cruel as the other two. One hand holds your hip and the other wraps around the base of your tail gently before pulling you back onto his cock. He chides you teasingly for running away, slim fingers rubbing the textured skin of your tail soothingly. Ascended or not, heād always prefer to give you pleasure over pain. His hand drifts down your spine, praising you as he keeps up a slow, smooth pace. He would like nothing more than to have you like this forever.
With a Durge, Gortash has no choice. Sex is a game- a violent one- and he has to take every opportunity he can to come out on top. You kick his knee out from under him and bolt, getting out from under his weight as fast as you can. You donāt anticipate him recovering as quickly as he does, fingers wrapping around your tail and yanking you back. His arms encircle your waist, holding you in place as he struggles to press himself back inside you. You kick and snarl and snap your teeth, but itās replaced by an arched back and a gasping laugh when he slips back in. Heās distracted youā¦ for now. He may have won the battle, but youāll win the war. Youāll remind him as much when he lets his guard down.
Raphael is just mean. Heās much more knowledgeable of your anatomy which makes him much more willing to play rough. His grip on your tail is bruising, yanking you back over and over to meet the snap of his hips. The pace is brutal, suffocating, and you have to fight to not lose focus. Every pull of your tail drags out a pained moan, but itās countered by the pleasurable repetitive motion of him bottoming out inside you. You feel like youāre walking a thin line, but he wonāt let you tip over to any specific side yet. He revels in keeping you stuck on that precipice, curious how long it will take you to beg him for any scrap of mercy.
You know, Gale does all of the camps cookingā¦. Itās be a shame if he put a little extra something special into your portion
You never used to sleep this deeply, you think. Birds chirp in the distance as the morning chill soaks up the unnatural heat of your body. Youāre only conscious for a few moments before a feverish chill runs up your spine and your teeth start to chatter uncontrollably.
Astarion is already awake and notices your state immediately, watching curiously as you curl in on yourself. Oh, how rude, he pouts. You drank without me?
You donāt have the energy to respond, wrapping your arms around yourself. The conversation drew in someone with a better bedside manner, a hand pressing against your forehead and soothing the heated skin. You sigh softly at the contact, eyes fluttering open to see who it is.
Gale is looking down at you, worry written all over his face. His eyebrows are drawn together, his hand flinching away when he sees you watching him. He stammers over his words, wringing his hands as he apologizes. He swears his intention wasnāt just to invade your personal space, but you are burning up. Hold on just a moment, while he looks for something to help.
You want to make a quip about how you wonāt go far, but both men have disappeared and youāre far too miserable to bother saying anything out loud. You had assumed he had run off to collect Shadowheart, so youāre a little surprised when he comes back alone. He kneels beside you, helping you up until youāre sitting. Well, sitting as well as you can manage, anyway. Your shoulder leans against his for support, watching him uncork the potion bottle carefully. Here, he mumbles, carefully holding the bottle to your lips and urging you to drink.
Your eyes drift closed as you drink, your body heat lowering dramatically. Thank the gods. Much longer, and he worries it might have fried your mind. Gale pulls the bottle away, using his thumb to wipe away a dribble of the liquid from the corner of your mouth. He seems to regret what heās done immediately, pulling his hand back like heād been burned. Itās his turn to heat up, the tips of his ears reddening in embarrassment as he apologizes.
He moves to stand, but you touch his arm gently with a small smile. You thank him earnestly, and his blush deepens. He stammers, struggling to look at your face as he tells you it was no problem at all, heās always on call to help a friend. He winces a bit at the admission but you just pat his arm, laying back down to recuperate. You feel him next to you a bit longer before he departs to make breakfast, but he says nothing else. You donāt mind. It gives you time to think.
With your fever broken, you can think a little clearer. Your dreams come back to you in bits and pieces, swirling colors and strange imagery coming back to you in a confusing blur. The dream was fuzzy, your body was not your own as you were stuck in midair. You couldnāt be sure whether you were right-side up or not, shimmering water mirroring the glittery sky in a such a way that you couldnāt tell which is which. Ribbons of blue and purple and green cut through the infinite universe around you. You were weightless but sluggish, immobile and free-falling all at once. It was dizzying. It was beautiful. Awe and terror filled you in equal measures, and all you could manage was staring into the glittery abyss with wide eyes.
You didnāt flinch when a hand touched your hip. You thought it might have been accidental at first, the barest skim of fingers. The second touch is more purposeful, a prod. Then a whole palm lays flat against the skin, sliding up to feel your waist. Another hand joins, groping your chest clumsily. It confused you. You couldnāt understand the hurryā¦ wherever you were, time didnāt seem to move.
Whoever this was didnāt share your calm. A hand dips between your thighs and you gasp, throwing your head back. Sensations are amplified by hundreds, each caress feeling like it goes on for hours. When you finish against the hand, arching your back with a whine, the heat never leaves. The burning ache inside you only gets worse when the hands retreat, leaving you alone in the shiny abyss once more. That too eventually leaves you to your misery, nothing but inky black nothing holding you suspended in that boiling stasis.
The fever may be gone, but you canāt fight the general unease thatās settled in your stomach. You glance over to Gale, his hands busy with cooking. He catches your eye, giving you a small smile and a wave before turning back to his work. The gesture is sweet, but does little to ease your growing tension. You choose to ignore it, sitting up carefully and stretching. Maybe youāll feel better once you help Gale cook. Youād never talked to him much before this, butā¦ itās odd. After how sweet he was earlier, you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. Hopefully he doesnāt mind the company.
