ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: The Emperor, Raphael, Minthara, Kethric Thorm, Gortash, Orin, and The Dark Urge.
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Typical BG3 canon-like mentions of violence
ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ:
Loves how easily you take him at his word, as opposed to assuming he is evil simply for being a mindflayer.
Enjoys seeing the world through your eyes, as he’s stuck in the astral plane. He appreciates your rose-colored tales of your day-to-day life. They almost remind him of what it felt like to be human.
Shares with you all the memorabilia he has collected in his hideout beneath the Elfsong Tavern because he knows you’ll appreciate the sentimentality.
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ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ:
Can’t help but be drawn to your kindness and inquisitive nature, the way a predator is called to its prey.
He knows you are no threat to him, so he’ll allow himself to be unguarded around you, should you have earned it.
Repeatedly insists you come to live with him in his House of Hope, as you will be safe in his tightly guarded and highly manicured domain. At the same time, he relishes the opportunity visiting you brings.
Enjoys getting a taste of the mundane through your ever-optimistic eyes. It’s like a play-by-play of humanity— without the usual pathetic bitterness.
✦
ᴍɪɴᴛʜᴀʀᴀ:
Has a love-hate relationship with your kindness and naivety. On one hand, she enjoys the benefits you personally bring her; on the other hand, you’d be killed in Menzoberranzan almost instantly.
You are not worthy of a drow matriarch's house, and yet, she cannot find the will to tear herself from your alliance because, deep down, Minthara loves just how much you remember about her. She takes great comfort in knowing there is someone, even a weak and loving someone like you, who will remember her strength after she is gone.
Does everything she can to protect you, and why yes, that does include secretly poisoning you to build up your tolerance.
✦
ᴋᴇᴛʜᴇʀɪᴄ ᴛʜᴏʀᴍ:
Your innocence reminds him of happier times— back when he still had his wife and daughter around, back when he could honestly say he had a happy family.
It starts as more of a protective instinct within him. He can’t bear to see one more pure thing be corrupted by the cruelties of this world.
But before long, he finds he takes great comfort in listening to you speak and watching you as you interact with the various goblins and soldiers within Moonrise Towers.
If he hadn’t sold his soul to share, then murky, Ketheric might’ve been so moved by your kindness as to stop the shadow curse. But alas, even your great heart cannot undo millennia of heartache.
✦
ɢᴏʀᴛᴀsʜ:
Loves that you’re genuinely sweet and caring- it looks very good for his image.
Appreciates how you soften his demeanor when in a crowd.
Is lowkey selfish when it comes to sharing you with the public. He’s never known much kindness, so he prefers to be the only one receiving all of your kindness.
Does NOT tell you ANYTHING about his or The Chosen Three’s Plan. He knows you wouldn’t approve; it’s not exactly nice to strip away everyone’s free will after all.
Refuses to tadpole you, even with Orin and Ketheric insisting. He couldn’t do that to you; besides, he does not need to. You already trust him implicitly.
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ᴏʀɪɴ:
Keeps you far away from other Bhalists and the Bhal Temple. She refuses to share you with them.
Is constantly fighting her urge to slice you up— to tear you limb from limb in ritualistic torture. She knows your sweet cries of betrayal would sound like music to her ears. But she just can’t do that. (Probably. Yet.)
Loves shapeshifting into random people to interact with you, just to see all the different sides of your good nature. She knows she can’t experience it any other way.
Wonders how Durge would handle such a predicament, as she used to look up to and admire them.
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ʙᴏɴᴜs! ᴇᴠɪʟ!ᴅᴜʀɢᴇ:
Sets you up in a nice apartment in Baldur’s Gate, and gives you explicit instructions not to wander outside without protection.
Fears that you will fall prey to the thieves and guilds that run the underground and be either killed or kidnapped before they can interfere on your behalf.
After the… accident, they forget most about you. All they can remember is a bright light, emanating from a stranger’s clouded face. Who could this ray of sunshine be? And how could they be an ally while Durge is such a monster?
They do not know the true depth of your relationship, but one thing is for certain: they are going to do everything in their power to find out.
ᴀ/ɴ: I know I haven't written or posted anything original for like a year… And that makes me sad. But it’s bittersweet, because believe it or not, I think I’ve been getting better (mentally, emotionally, physically) this past year, and that just ended up taking precedence. I still love fandom, and I still love writing. I still want to continue my ongoing headcanons and answer the asks in my inbox.
So I guess what I’m really trying to say is… Thanks. Thanks for being here, and for having been here throughout it all. I’m truly grateful that at the end of the day, no matter how long it’s been, I can always come home to Tumblr, to fandom, to fanfic, to artwork. I just think that’s beautiful.
Durge should have been romancable character. I don’t care if we can change their appearance if we choose tav or whatever other origin character we pick, I NEED that lobotomized lizard to try and kill me in my sleep so I can AND WILL forgive them.
I am so not normal about this
The only thing as high as this on my list of mods I want, is a mod where wyll has more romance scenes.
BG3 characters and their approach to eating you out on your period
MDNI, 18+ content below!
They would eat you out like you're their last meal, and the fact that you're bleeding makes them even crazier about it. They love the taste of your blood, and when it's mixed with the sweet juices of your excitement, they go absolutely feral. They will bite your surrounding areas too - you're not going to be bleeding only from your cunt, but your thighs and belly too. Every time they break your skin with their teeth, they suck at the wound, drawing more blood and making their mark on you more visible. And then they go back to devouring your pussy, playing with your clit to make you release more of that delicious nectar. They could go down at you all night... And once they're done, with your blood and cum smeared all over their chin, they'll smirk, and, while making eye contact with you, they'll clean the mess you've made on their face with their hands that they'll lick clean.
Astarion, Lae'zel, Durge, Orin, Halsin, Nere
They're hesitant at first, not finding it disgusting per say, just unsure if they'll find it as enjoyable as you. Still, after the first few tentative licks, they start to relax. They do not thrive on the coppery taste of blood but rather on your reactions to their tongue and sucking - all the noises and involuntary movements you make. They eat you out diligently, making sure you're fully satisfied. Their hands keep exploring your body too, they want you to feel loved. By the time they're done, which depends on how much you're enjoying yourself, they're a panting mess too, ready to do more with you, if you're willing.
Gale, Karlach, Wyll, Zevlor, Isobel, Dammon
They'll gladly do it, just because they enjoy having control over you and when they eat you out, bleeding or not, that's exactly what they're getting. They don't mind sipping your blood, they'll even tease you about the taste, offering you a kiss so you can try it yourself. They'll make you feel embarrassed for how big of a mess you'll turn into, and they'll make you beg for all of your orgasms. They'll show you no mercy and if you weren't so far gone, you'd notice they're really enjoying themselves too. They wouldn't mind turning this into a monthly thing.
KINKTOBER DAY 9 - VOYEURISM (Sorn Orlith/Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge/Reader)
Summary: You and Sorn are hired for a night of your services by none other than Lord Enver Gortash and his Dragonborn companion. While his companion wants to join in, Gortash happily sits back and enjoys the show.
Author’s Note: I can’t believe we’re already nine days into Kinktober. I’m so excited. I started experimenting with writing in present tense rather than past tense like I usually do, I feel like my writing needed a bit of a change. Also for a one shot about voyeurism it doesn’t feel very voyeurism heavy to me. Let me know what you think. I mean the kink is definitely there but I feel like I could’ve went…harder, I guess.
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, reader has a vagina, sex worker!reader, she and they pronouns used for reader, oral sex, p in v, voyeurism, threesomes (or maybe technically foursomes if you count Gortash in the corner), choking, rough sex, biting, masturbation, Dragonborne Dark Urge, Durge may or may not be having Durge related thoughts mid sex (you decide!), brief mention of canon typical violence, brief mention of breeding, possessiveness, Sorn being a good coworker and a good follower of instructions, Gortash calls you a slut, not beta read
Working at Sharess’ Caress has given you more sexual experiences than you could’ve ever imagined. But even when you think you’ve seen it all, someone shows up and surprises you.
You had been sitting with Sorn, watching the dancers as you chatted amongst yourselves. His sister had the day off so he was the only drow to offer up to customers.
In your time working in the taproom the two of you had grown quite close, in more ways than one. You were friends who had the added benefit of getting paid to occasionally fuck each other rather than the customers.
Tonight was one of those nights where you were surprised. Plenty of noblemen and higher-ups came into Sharess’ Caress, especially at the later hours on less busy days. But you never expected to see none other than the grand Duke of Baldur’s Gate seek out this place. Accompanied by a white Dragonborn, Lord Enver Gortash waltzed into the room.
You and Sorn stood almost immediately, showing the man respect. He was the most important man in the city after all, the last thing you wanted was to have him feeling disrespected.
“Lord Gortash, for what do we owe the pleasure?” you ask.
“I have heard whispers about you, my dear. And the drow, as well.” His hand came up to your face, tilting your head up with his finger. The metal of his glove was cold to the touch as it dragged against your skin. With just a bit more pressure the clawed accessory could have drawn blood.
“I’d like to purchase your services tonight. Both of you,” he said. His voice trailed off, looking over you and Sorn. His finger parted ways from your skin, leaving the faintest hint of a scratch under your chin.
“Of course, Lord Gortash. That will be—“
You were cut off by the Dragonborn placing a hefty bag of coin in your hand. From the weight alone you could tell it was more than enough.
“Lead the way,” Gortash said.
None of you spoke as you made your way to the room, letting the sounds of the city fill the air instead.
When you arrive at the door, Sorn unlocks it, letting your customers walk in first followed by you. The door shuts when you’re all inside, locked once again for privacy.
Gortash sat down in the loveseat across from the bed, a comfortable spot for all the voyeurs that came in. It appeared that he was one of them.
“I will not be joining tonight. At least not physically. But…if you impress him,” he points to the Dragonborn who stands beside you, “I may come back and fill your pockets once more.”
He sets his cane aside, leaning it against the wall.
“Sorn, is it?” he asks your companion, who appears rather shocked to be addressed by name.
“Yes, my lord,” he responds.
The duke’s eyes wander from him, to you, and then to the Dragonborn.
“Whatever hole he doesn’t fill, you will,” Gortash says.
Sorn nods, a smile forming across his lips. He was always happy to take you. It was just an added pleasure that he was getting paid to do so.
The Dragonborn doesn’t speak at first. His frame looms over you as he pushes you back onto the bed. He tugs at your clothing, removing every piece with haste until you are laid bare before him. His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking over his sharp teeth and scaled lips almost as if he were hungry.
You feel the bed shift as Sorn crawls onto the bed, sitting by your head. He was waiting to see how the Dragonborn plans to proceed, waiting to determine how he’d have you.
A clawed hand trails down your body, sharp nails daring to cut the flesh. In the Dragonborn’s eyes, there was a glint of something devious, almost deadly. For a moment you swore it seemed like he wanted to dig into your skin, to gouge at the soft tissue and see what you looked like ripped open. There was something evil in his eyes and it sent chills down your spine.
But the moment passed and those worries quickly dissipated when his body lowered, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His long tongue came out of his mouth and licked at you, almost experimentally.
You had slept with a Dragonborn once before but you didn’t get to experience that customer’s tongue. So when the large appendage dragged against your skin you were taken aback, moaning almost instantly. The texture combined with the size was like none other.
It’s rough, rougher than your own tongue or Sorn’s. But it’s not rough enough to cause displeasure. Just different enough to have you mewling as he lavishly devours you.
The Dragonborn growled as the taste of you settles on his tongue, lapping at your cunt feverishly. He occasionally plunges his tongue inside of you, fucking you with it just as someone would with a cock.
At this angle, with the Dragonborn lowered, you see Gortash. His eyes are locked on you…or your cunt to be more specific. His form is relaxed as he leans back, crossing his arms as he watches. You can spot the outline of his cock in his pants, slowly hardening beneath the fabric.
Just as you feel your climax approaching the Dragonborn pulls away. You hold back a whine as best you can as you watch him stand up again. He grips your thighs, pulling you closer to him.
He slips out of his robes and takes off his pants. You nearly gasp at the sight of him. From the beauty of his scales to the size of his cock, you aren’t sure what to admire first. You have the urge to touch him and you do, giving in to your thoughts. You lean up, hand grazing against the glistening iridescent scales, tracing a finger along the deep red lines that surround them. He’s as beautiful as he is intimidating.
Another growl comes from him and you aren’t sure if it’s from arousal or a warning. When you see his teeth you stop, not wanting to take any chances. But he seems to disapprove of this, taking your hand and placing it back in his abdomen, guiding it lower and lower until your fingertips brush against his cock.
You had forgotten just how big Dragonborn cock could get. You had taken many sizes before, from hulking half-orcs to enchanted strap-on. But this was something else entirely. It was redder than the rest of his skin, matching the deep red tones of his inner thighs and arms. A few white scales lined the top and it had a prominent ridge running down the length of it. It was a decent length and girthy enough that it made nearly made you nervous. Lucky for you, you were usually well-prepped for customers.
“Go on,” he said, the first words he had said all night. His voice was deep, almost velvety.
You wrapped your hand around his cock, lining it up to your entrance. He moved with you, slowly pushing into you. When the head was in you pulled your hand away, leaning back against the bed.
It was at this point that Sorn joined in, finally touching you. His hand caressed your cheek as he moved around you, kneeling at your head. His cock was hard and he stroked it a few times over your face before speaking.
“Open, my sweet,” he said.
And you did, opening your mouth as he pressed his cock inside your mouth. A muffled moan came from you as the Dragonborn pushed his cock further into you, filling you entirely. The stretch was nothing short of intoxicating. He thrusted his hips, barely giving you time to adjust to the size, pulling out and sliding back in.
His nails dug into your hips as he held you down against the bed. His grip was firm as he snapped his hips at an unrelenting pace. There was no buildup, he was fucking you as he saw fit.
And apparently Gortash approved. You couldn’t see him, not while Sorn was above you making you gag in his cock. But you could hear him. Mixed in with the grunts of the Dragonborn, Sorn’s moans, and the wet sounds of your cunt and mouth combined you could hear another sound. The sound of a cock, lubricated thoroughly, being stroked. Ever so often you would hear him let out a satisfied sigh.
You couldn’t help but wonder what other sounds the Lord could make and how many you could coax out of him given the chance. You desperately wanted to find out. But not tonight. Tonight was about the Dragonborn between your legs. Tonight was about his pleasure and by the gods he was taking it.
He didn’t make much sound, but when he did it was low groans and the occasional growl. It sounded like he was fighting with himself. He was already rough but you could tell that he wanted more. You could only guess what it was. Did he want to breed you? To break you? Both? Or perhaps it was something deeper, darker.
Your mind couldn’t dwell on it though. Hells, you could barely form a coherent thought. Every thrust bottomed out, burying his cock deep within your cunt.
Sorn’s hand grabbed at your chest, using it to anchor himself as his hips moved, fucking your mouth. His cock occasionally slipped into your throat causing you to gag.
“Durge, their neck is looking awfully unoccupied. Fix it,” Gortash spoke up, his voice laced with lust.
The Dragonborne, Durge, brought his large hand up to your neck. He squeezes, testing how much you can take. You panic for a second, body lurching as Sorn’s cock combined with the hand cut off more air than you were expecting. Sorn pulls out of your mouthworriedly, noticing your demeanor change. But to his surprise and partially your own, you open your mouth again almost eagerly, urging him to continue.
The Dragonborn seems to like that, thrusting into you even faster as his hand stays in place on your throat. Gortash likes it as well, letting his first moan of the night escape his mouth. The sound is absolutely divine. Combined with the sensations you were feeling it makes you moan as well.
He notices this, you can hear his hand’s pace quicken around his cock. Gods, you wish you could see it. You wish you could feel it. How nice it would be to be filled with all three men’s cocks.
It’s like Gortash can read your mind from across the room.
“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? Don’t you agree, Durge?” he says.
The Dragonborn growls in response. It sounds almost possessive. It proves to be when he speaks.
“Yes. Good. I want to keep her,” he says in between groans.
It wouldn’t be the first time a client has gone possessive on you but it is the first time that keeping you was a possibility. Gortash had enough money to hire you as his personal whore if he truly wanted. He could make you the Dragonborn’s escort with a drop of coin. And as the pleasure built up inside of you, you had half a mind to take that opportunity if given the chance.
Sorn moans above you as his hips stutter. He’s close, nearly panting as his orgasm approaches.
“Cum in her mouth,” Gortash demands.
And he does, holding on to your jaw as he finishes. He moans as he cums in your mouth, cock so deep that you barely taste any. It just coats your throat, warmth dripping down until you can no longer taste it.
He slides his cock out, your saliva dripping off of it. He then bends down and kisses you, a grounding comfort amongst the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling.
You cum next, not able to hold back. You clench around Durge’s cock, legs shaking as you reach your climax.
The Dragonborn keeps going, fucking you until he cums as well. His hips slam into yours, keeping his cock inside you as he fills you. He growls and in the heat of the moment, he leans forward, biting down on your shoulder.
You hiss but you don’t push him away. He doesn’t bite deep, but it’s enough to break skin. He stays like that as he slowly rocks his hips into you, fucking his cum into you.
A whimper leaves your mouth as the motion keeps you from coming down from your high. And you can tell this is his intent.
When his teeth finally leave you his cock slips out of you as well. He gives you and Sorn a moment to breathe before speaking.
“Turn around and get on the drow’s cock. I want to see what your ass feels like,” he says.
“What a brilliant idea,” Gortash chimes in.
You look back and forth between them, eyes wide, still coming down from your orgasm.
“We’re not done with you just yet,” he says with a grin.
Base Yandere Durge Headcanons: The Possessive Urge of His Obsessive Love (Baldur's Gate 3)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is with The Default Durge Aka The Dark Urge and him being yandere for you, the Gender Neutral Reader From Baldur's Gate 3! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this]
(Disclaimer: In this, it is the Default Dark Urge, aka Durge, which is the White Scaled and Red eyed Dragonborn and Bhaalspawn. That is who I am basing him on!
Disclaimer: The Default Dark Urge, aka Durge, is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Yandere The Default Dark Urge, aka Durge X Gender Neutral Reader From Baldur's Gate 3-
.The Dark Urge was made from a ball of flesh by Bhaal. He was not raised by the cult of Bhaal and instead was raised by two poor foster parents in Baldur's Gate.
.He has the urge for murder, and because he was born a Bhaalspawn, he would end up murdering no matter what, as the urge was too strong for him.
.He ended up doing just that, as the first people he killed when he gave into the urge were his foster parents and loved ones.
.Eventually, he ended up being the leader of the Bhaal Cult, and he met Enver. There, they teamed up and became the chosen of Bhaal and Bane.
.A possible relationship happened between Durge and Enver, but that is not what we need to know now.
.They had their plan, and Durge had the ultimate goal to end all life and would even take his life as the very last one.
.That was his goal, but as some time went on, he was betrayed by his second command, Orin the Red, and had a Tadpole forced into his brain, and was also experimented on.
.He does not know anything about him or who he was, and he ends up on the ship with the mindflayers.
.Come to its crash, he meets you and falls instantly into obsession with you.
.He has the urge to murder and cause bloodshed, but there is now another urge within him.
.This is the Possessive Urge of His Obsessive Love. That is right, he is obsessed with you and sees you as his and his alone.
.He wants to have you as his darling and would kill for you. Good God, he is going to kill so fucking many for you!
.He is a very murderous yandere, and with the intense urge to have you as his and his alone, there is the urge to murder for you.
.Anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he will have the intense urge to murder any and all people who looked at you like that, or were just too close to you.
.He is extremely possessive and territorial, which happens to go with his Dragonborn side.
.Since he not only has the urge to make you his, but also the urge to possess you and hoard you. Like a treasure, you are the most precious thing to him.
.No One is allowed to lay a hand on you, because you are his and he is protective of you. He cannot explain why he is; there is just something about you that makes him want to keep and protect you.
.He is going to use a lot of violence and murder to kill all rivals in his way.
.Someone shows too much interest in you, he will try and, most if not all of the time, succeed in killing his rivals.
.He will spill their blood from their necks, removing their heads, carving out their hearts, and even offering you their removed hearts as an offering of his love and devotion for you and towards you.
.His love for you will leave a bloodsoak trails with bodies as he is going to carve a path to your heart with the deaths of anyone and everyone in his way.
.He would like to be very close to you and have you by his side as much as possible so that you cannot leave him.
.He needs to have you in his line of sight, or he will hunt you down, to make sure you are his and his alone.
.He is making his feelings for you very clear, because as well as the possessive, obsessive, and demanding urges he has. He also has lustful urges for you as well.
.He has a desire for you that cannot be quenched, and the more he spends time with you, the more he wants to put it crudely, bend you over, and fuck you, as well as maybe even breed you, if you have the parts to be bred.
.Either way, he is going to fuck you and make you his, and he does not know how long he can hold back his lust for you.
.That breeding, if possible, can go one of two ways, where one, he is trying to be good and does not want to create more Bhaalspawn, or he is less good, and is willing to make an army of Bhaalspawn through you and for you to be the birth giver of monsters, pretty much, if you have the working parts that is.
.When he does finally confess, he is on the edge, and NEEDS to make you his and his alone; he cannot wait any longer. He tells you he does not just want you, but that he NEEDS you.
.If you accept his love, he is going to take you into a heated kiss and fuck you right there.
.It does not matter where you are, and it does not matter if there are people around or how many people are there. He is going to fuck you and make you his right then and there.
.But if you reject his love and turn down his love confession. It still does not matter. The urges to make you his and to have you are so strong, he is going to take what he wants, and what he wants is you.
.If you accept or reject his love, it ends up the same, with him fucking you and marking you with bruises and bitemarks.
.These love bites, normal bites, and bruises from his pawing at you so much, as well as scratches from his claws, are very important for him.
.They show everyone that you are HIS and no one else is going to be allowed to touch you as you belong to him and him alone.
.And if they even look at you the wrong way, they will be killed in the name of not Bhaal, but in the name of his possessive and obsessive love for you!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, there's another chapter done, and I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
I assume you meant durge so I decided to do default evil male Dragonborn durge for this
send your ns/fw alphabet request
H = Hair
well, as a dragonborn he has no hair anywhere. but when it comes to hair on his partner, he doesn’t care about whether they have or haven’t gotten any.
M = Motivation
he’s a menace so a lot of things get him going, especially when he has you crying or whimpering, begging and struggling. he enjoys blood too, so take that how you will. mostly though just you, you’re what gets him going, there’s something about you that just lures him in.
O = Oral
as much as he loves receiving, forcing your head down onto his cock, hearing the way you gag. he adores giving you oral, the way you moan and squirm for him, it’s his favourite thing, and the way you taste is even better. he’s stupidly skilled at it, he knows exactly what he’s doing and what gets you going, he’ll have you coming on his tongue in no time.
Y = Yearning
his sex drive is ridiculously high, he’ll take any chance he can at fucking you whenever and wherever he can. he has a lot of pent up frustrations and sometimes killing just doesn’t get it all out, so instead he takes it out on you in a good way.
Durge can't seem to get the thoughts of you out of his head, whether it'd be thoughts about killing you or taking you to be his. However, his Father is not happy about it.
////Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Gore, Violence, Sexual Themes, Murder and overall some dark themes. So PLEASE be warned and read at your own volition////
A/N: When it comes to Durge, I tend to lean more to the actual Dark Urge stuff. Let alone Dark romance and the more in character, realistic stuff/outcomes to certain things. But this is more leaning into actual dark stuff, just not entirely. So if this isn't for you, DON'T WORRY cause i will be doing some redemption Durge too -w- <3
Dark Urge!Durge X Fem!Reader
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In the depths of Bhaal's Temple, Durge stood where the alter was. The ceremonial dagger that once belonged to his 'beloved' sister, Orin, in hand as the scent of iron permeated the air within the temple. The whimpers and sobs of pain and agony of the poor soul, a drow man, locked and tied down onto the alter echoing within the chamber as the Adepts and Assassins gathered around to watch the the gore. The Bhaalspawn relishing in the warmth of the Drow's blood and viscera all over his hands as he continues to rip and dig the blade of the dagger into the soft flesh of the man as he watched the life in his eyes slowly fade away. The gurgling sound within his throat dying down. The blood on the alter spilling onto the floor and into the grooves where it will be washed and devoured into the pit around them. Satiating the God of Murder.
Durge, after the whole thing with The Absolute and that godforsaken parasite in his brain, had gone back to his father. Acting on the Dark Urges that festered into his thoughts only to act on them in secrecy as he could no longer resist them. The Dragonborn acting on being his Lord's Chosen, wanting more and more power and blood spilled onto his very being. Bloodlust coursing through his veins as Durge felt the excitement of watching someone's life slip away from his eyes. Innards displayed out in a messy fashion as the Adepts and Assassins rejoice in seeing their God pleased and that his chosen had taken the same path as his father. Yet, despite the blood being flayed and spilt, that need never truly felt sated…
One thing… and one thing only….
You….
You…..
You were on his god damn mind, like a goddamn itch inside of his brain he couldn’t scratch. Enough to where no matter what he did to sate that urge festering in his mind and body, that uncomfortable ache in his bones was still there as his muscles quiver and tremble. Longing for you and to wrap his hands around your warm, soft, fragile neck. He could remember that damn smile on your face before he remembered that he was a spawn of Bhaal. Recalling when he had woken up on that beach with you kneeling above him. Eyes filled with worry for the Dragonborn before the parasite had melded both your memories together. Well… only yours as he had no recollection of who he was before...
At first he was rather apprehensive with you, distant and closed off from the other companions as more of them joined the party. Though he did interact with you more, seeing as you were the one who was more tolerable compared to the others. Though Durge still remained pretty civil with everyone. Though overtime, there was this yearning and pull he felt towards you. A sense of longing and possessiveness, obsession. A deep primal instinct in his very being, wanting to lay claim on you. Violent urges writhing in his very core wishing to be quenched by you and you only. To feel your blood on his skin and tongue as he sank his teeth into your tender flesh. Wondering how sweet your screams and blood would taste.
At first when they came, he had no clue where these ideas had come from. Let alone this urge to satisfy with blood being spilled. The urge so great that when he awoke that one night to be greeted with a freshly marred corpse of that poor Tiefling girl back at the Emerald Grove. Alfira was it? No matter, she isn't important. Not as important as you. All he knew was that he thoroughly enjoyed the gory display of that poor girl's innards all over the floor and all over him before quickly washing off her blood. Sleeping soundly without as such a inkling of regret inside of him.
Yet the more he traveled with you, the more he had gotten to grow close to you where his heart began to yearn for you, the more Durge had this overwhelming desire to keep you close to him. To feel his teeth sink into your soft flesh as he held you down under him, marking you to be his and only his mate. To listen to those sweet sounds you made for him one time at the camp when the two of you had professed your attraction to each other. To hold you in his arms, or to have you by his side as his chosen mate. Or as Scleritas puts it, his courtesan. But it seems that his 'father' did not like the idea of his own spawn having such ideas, instead trying to fill the thoughts of your blood and intestines all over his hands. Your corpse displayed on the alter.
Yet despite those thoughts and urges festering and filling his mind with your body broken and marred, Durge couldn't bring himself to do so. His love for you too much compared to the violent urges in his mind. Instead trying to convince Bhaal to let him take you as his mate and bride, for you to bare his children, to create heirs for himself and his lord. No matter what, he will make sure you are his. And he will hunt you down and drag you, kicking and screaming, to the temple to lock you in his chambers if he has to do so. He's done it before, hunting you down, smelling the fear in your veins. The terror in your eyes intoxicating to Durge as he found you at your camp with the rest of your companions. All of it, all of you being his drug.
((A/N: This was a little shorter than I liked let alone is my proudest one, but oh well lol. I may write more or do headcanons for Durge or any other character so don't be afraid to ask for requests))
The Dark Urge is mysterious. He keeps to himself and barely interacts with the rest of the house, mainly standing in the attic over looking the backyard or spending rainy nights roaming outside. Most of the other ghosts steer clear of him, Lae’zel knows a bit more about why he died than she’ll let on but refuses to speak of it. He died in the mid 1600’s.
The Dark Urge was murdered by his adopted sister, Orin. He was their father’s favorite and prized to take over the family business until she slit his throat while he slept. A cowards killing, he thinks and it leaves him filled with anger and a need to see her bleed. When Orin still lived in the house, he would haunt her dreams using his ghost powers, but it never satisfied the itch to maim her.
It takes him a while to spend time with Tav, one of the only people he will willingly spend time with. He tends to watch them from a far in an almost creepy way, or so most of the other housemates say. He does enjoy smelling Tav’s tea and sitting with them. Secretly he wants to join book club, but would never say. All he really wants is a friend.
