@houseofhopeofficial here. You said bottom gortash and I came running like you sounded the dinner bell. Maybe gortash trussed up like a turkey as a present for Tav? A reward for them for a job well done? Not sure who tied gort up, maybe got someone to do it for him or maybe bane took acception to something gortash did. Reward for Tav and punishment for gortash all in one. Very effective if you ask me XD
Sex and Power - Sub!Gortash x Tav
Oh hey @houseofhopeofficial I didn't forget this. I just needed a bit of inspiration. Bratty sub (and bottom) Gorty under the cut. If people want more of this, I might to a part 2. Let's see :)
Gortash/Tav, Explicit | Read on AO3
Rope bondage, boot worship, slapping, clit warming (inspired by this, that @tripleyeeet shared on discord the other day), oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, light dubcon
Gortash had always been a fool. His boundless ambition and his smug attitude had prevented him from seeing what was happening right under his nose: A rebellion, led by the Banites, displeased with his efforts in bringing the Hero of Baldur's Gate to heel.
They'd laced his drink with a sleeping agent, then moved him to a secluded oom in Wyrm's Rock fortress, naked and tied up, and invited Tav to dish out his punishment. Gortash barely had opened his eyes when Tav was already walking in, her ass swaying with amusement as she took in the scene unfolding in the room.
Gortash's hands were bound behind his back, he had been forced to his knees, and something held him in place, the constraints connecting to a beam on the ceiling. His cock was swinging heavily between his spread out legs, and the hair on his chest rose softly from a light, chill breeze that washed through the room from an opened window.
"Wow", Tav chuckled as she strolled up next to him, her eyes falling lazily over his entire body and back up to his face, "You must be an even worse leader than a Banite if this is what they're doing to you."
"I will enjoy hanging all of your corpses from the ceiling", Gortash grunted, but there was a slight waver in his voice that hinted at doubts beyond his pretenses.
"Cute", Tav smirked, unimpressed by his dramatics. She started pacing slowly in front of him, marveling at the rope work. "You know I've cleared my whole schedule for this. I kept thinking: What could I possibly do to teach Lord Enver Gortash a lesson?” She paused for dramatic effect, but Gortash just rolled his eyes. “And then, it hit me: Submission.”
“You’re mad if you think I’m going to submit to you”, he scoffed, but Tav held his gaze.
“Oh I think you will”, she said firmly, “And you will like it.”
There was a flicker of interest in his eyes in response to that, and it didn’t go unnoticed. But he wasn’t to give in to her yet. Not so easily.
“You’re a fool”, he huffed out, holding his head up high with pride, but Tav just smirked. When he followed her gaze down between his legs, he saw that his body was beginning to betray him; his cock half-hard between his thighs. Gortash groaned.
“And you’re a terrible liar”, she quipped back, loosened the end of the ropes that kept him upright, and then pressed her boot against his chest until he fell backwards, his core unable to withstand the continued and increased pressure. He landed on his tied back arms, his legs sprawled out to the sides, and shifted uncomfortably. “However, you do look good on your back.”
“Is all of this leading somewhere?”, Gortash spat out, trying unsuccessfully to sit up, but Tav kept her boot pressed down on his chest.
“I think a little gratitude is in order”, she sighed dramatically, “considering I am punishing you like this, and not by spilling your guts on the floor.”
He didn’t reply, so she brought the sole of her boot to his face, hovering it above his mouth. “Kiss it”, she demanded, watching his eyes widen in outrage, then narrow in disbelief.
“Fuck you”, Gortash grunted out, much to Tav’s amusement. She moved her foot away and pulled at the rope, lifting his body back up to his groans. He was like a doll to her. Tav walked over to tighten the bindings so he wouldn’t flop over, then made her way back to him.
The slap echoed so loudly through the vast halls that she was surprised at how much noise the flat smack against his skin could make. Gortash groaned involuntarily, opening his mouth to breathe, and that’s when she slapped him again. His cheek was burning red, and he moved his jaw stretching out his facial muscles in pain.
“Let’s try this again”, Tav said cheerfully, loosened the rope and watched him topple over to the side. She pushed against his body until he was lying flat on his back, then brought her boot back to his face.
“Kiss it”, she demanded. There was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he pursed them together, lifting his head so he could press them against the sole. “Now, was that so hard?”, Tav chuckled.
“You have the Archduke of Baldur’s Gate at your command and you’re playing games… weak”, he muttered, shaking his head. He sounded offended.
“Wrong”, Tav said flatly, taking off her boots, socks, and trousers until she stood above him in her shirt and panties. “You’re the one who’s weak. Not long until you’ll beg me for more.” She lowered herself down until she was sitting on the backs of her feet next to his shoulders and neck, then brought her core to his mouth, her clit brushing lightly against his nose. Gortash let out a muffled sound of protest, or maybe delight, but it didn’t matter to her. She let her weight fall back onto her feet and legs, gently resting her folds on his lips with his nose not able to do anything but breathe in her scent.
He felt good against her core. She wanted little more than to push her panties to the side and demand that his mouth devour her, but that wasn’t the game. No, Tav had planned something else. Something that would hopefully break away that first layer of pretense.
“What are you doing?”, Gortash asked, his lips moving against her cunt, brushing over the thin fabric. Tav didn’t reply. She sat there, patiently, indulging in the way his warm breath dampened the exposed parts of her skin.
It didn’t take long until she was wet, her juices slowly soaking into her underwear. Gortash could probably taste her already, but if he could, he didn’t say. Instead he was lying there, unmoving, still resisting, still stubborn. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and when Tav looked down she met his gaze, staring up at her in defiance.
And then he made a mistake.
He wetted his lips. His tongue brushed against her panties, and a soft groan escaped his throat. For a few moments neither of them dared to breathe, the tension between them a silent battle. One that he ultimately lost: His eyes fell closed as he pushed his tongue against the fabric covering her folds, tentatively, carefully at first, then more and more demanding. Gortash breathed in deeply as his lips pulled at the panties and her labia, and when he started to move his head, trying to push her underwear to the side for better access, Tav’s hips started to move in sync. He groaned, louder this time, and he looked like an animal waiting to tear at her with his mouth parted, half covered by her body.
Without saying a word she reached down, pulled the fabric to the left, then sank down on his mouth again that was already waiting to meet her. His tongue lapped broadly at her folds, licking long streaks over her wetness, circling her clit, and Tav moaned out when he nuzzled his face into her cunt. His nose was glistening when he pulled away to rearrange himself, and soon her juices smeared over his chin and mouth.
Gortash was good with his tongue, even better than he was at spinning lies. Tav felt her body climb higher and higher, her waist rolling into him greedier and greedier with each passing moment. Her hands flew up to cup her breasts through her shirt, and when Gortash glanced up, alerted by the shuffling fabric, he moaned into her folds. His deep voice vibrated against her clit, luring out a new set of pleasured sounds from her.
His tongue circled her clit with expert precision, having found exactly the rhythm that made her pant. A few more strokes…–
Tav came, gushing out spurts of wetness against his face as her cunt clenched around nothing, stimulated solely by his mouth on her folds. “Fuck”, Gortash groaned loudly when the first splashes hit his chin, and he licked her clean first before his tongue lapped at the skin around his mouth, gathering as much of her taste as he could.
“Fuck indeed”, Tav breathed out, feeling a bit dizzy as she lifted herself off of him. Standing up she pulled down her underwear, now completely wet and soaked, before taking in the way Gortash was lying on his back.
His legs had fallen open to the sides again, his balls swollen and resting heavily between his thighs while his cock stood fully erect, precum having leaked out of his slit already. Face flushed, his cheeks and throat looked damp, and sweat was glistening on his chest and temples.
“Good boy”, Tav praised, making her way over to pull him upright again by the ropes, and she heard him huff out a laugh in response. “Didn’t even need to tell you what to do.”
“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask”, he grunted, rubbing his hands against what part of his tender arms he could find behind his back. “No need for all these dramatics.”
Tav laughed. “Oh Enver.” He raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name. “This isn’t about sex at all. Don’t you understand?”
She kneeled down in front of him so that she was on eye level, and cupped his face with both hands. He stared at her, still spiteful, still stubborn, but also intrigued. He wasn’t even half as good at hiding his emotions as he probably thought.
“Then what is this?”, he eventually took the bait.
Tav pressed her mouth onto his, pushing her tongue in to meet his in a deep and passionate kiss. She could taste herself on him, and her clit twitched thinking about the way he’d laid there, forced to taste her, forced to want her, until he had succumbed to his primal instincts.
Pulling away from him, she smirked. “My sweet boy”, she cooed, licking the outline of his lips. “This isn’t about sex. This is about power.”
Not a request, but I really hope you'll write some bratty sub Gortash.
I still felt like filling it so I did haha.
Bratty sub Gortash x Afab!Reader
“Make me”, Gortash spits out, sweat rolling down his temples. His hands are cuffed behind his back as he’s kneeling in front of you, naked.
You chuckle, pulling at the leash that’s connected to the collar that he’s wearing. He looks so pretty in leather, you think and he gasps at the yank. He’s pretending not wanting to eat you out, the smirk forming on his mouth so teasingly giving the act away. No matter what you do, he enjoys provoking you nearly as much as you enjoy putting him in his place.
“Fine”, you sigh, and you shove his chest, making him fall over backwards. He grunts in protest but it’s no use, and as you step down on his chest, his eyes sparkle with excitement.
“If I had my hands free I’d bend you over that desk and spank this nonsense out of you”, he scoffs, and even more heat pools between your legs.
“You’re cute when you’re delusional”, you chuckle, and then, strictly and confidently, you add: “Now shut up.”
Gortash bites his lower lip, struggling to submit, but he also wants to be good for you, no matter how much he pretends otherwise.
Positioning yourself so that your cunt is in his face, you kneel and lower your body down until his mouth presses into your folds.
“Get to work”, you command, starting to grind into his face, and you hear him sigh as he breathes you in, his tongue immediately lapping at the wetness that had started to gather. He’s helpless underneath you, lying on his back with his arms locked tight. You ride his mouth carefully at first, but then he sucks your clit so tenderly you almost lose it, and you pick up the pace.
Your movements get greedier as Gortash groans against your cunt, frustrated he can’t touch you, can’t run his hands over your body, but he’s there to serve you and he couldn’t be trusted to comply. You told him that when you cuffed his hands, and the string of curses he had let out in return would be a memory to go back to for many years to come.
His mouth is eager to please, tongue dipping into your entrance, teeth gently pulling at your folds, and you feel him push you closer and closer to the edge as his clever mouth devours you. When your movements become jerky and uneven, he mumbles a frustrated “Hold still” into your wetness, and you put your hand to his throat in response.
There’s an inaudible groan, probably another curse, but you can see his erection clearly, knowing exactly that this is what gets him off. Speeding up, you take from his lips what you want, and when you fall over the edge a gush of your juices spurts down his cheeks and chin, eliciting a long moan from him.
“Good boy”, you praise him breathlessly, and he moans once more, his deep voice vibrating against your folds before you pull away.
Looking down, you’re greeted by a glorious sight: Gortash’s lips are bruised and reddened, his eyes are hazy, half of his face is covered in your juices, and he stares at you with a mock in his eyes.
“Took you long enough”, he grunts, and despite yourself, you laugh.
You know exactly what you’ll do to punish him for that silly display. Last time you edged him for an hour before he begged you for release, and you’re wondering if you can set a new record tonight.
“Don’t pretend, little tyrant. Don’t pretend. We’re just getting started.”
