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obsolescent · 7 months

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Kinktober - Day 9

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

Prompt: Embracing

Author’s Note: Let’s give it up for day 9! Enjoy.

Content Warnings: Trans!Jill, AFAB!Reader, gender neutral language used for reader, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex toys, overstimulation.

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It’s a Monday night, you and Jill are lying on the couch after a long day at work for you. You had interactions with customers that soured your mood, as well as your manager criticizing your work. You had texted with Jill throughout the day about the frustrating exchanges you had to deal with. When you arrived home, Jill had already taken care of dinner, the table set and wine poured.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t have to,” you said when you saw the display, pulling her into an embrace. “Of course I did, you had a shit day at work, least I could do,” she responded with a kiss on your forehead, nose, and a quick peck on the lips. You chuckled at her display of affection, removing your coat and shoes before sitting down and enjoying dinner with her.

After eating, you two cleaned and put the dishes away, tossing on some comfy clothes before settling where you are now, a comfort movie of yours playing on the TV. Jill is lying behind you, both of her arms clasped around your frame, face nuzzled against your neck. Your hands idly caress her arms while you watch the movie, attention honed in.

That is, until you feel her grip shift, sliding down your side as she begins to kiss your neck. You hum, appreciating the attention, eyes beginning to close. They fly back open as you feel Jill’s hand trailing down, brushing over your crotch. You let out a questioning noise, turning your head to look back at her.

She shushes you before you can speak, “You’ve been so stressed lately, hate seeing you like this…Just let me take care of you, help you relax,” Jill mutters, kissing your cheek. “Lay back down,” she says and you obey, lying back on your side. “Good baby,” she pats your side before continuing, pulling your shorts and underwear down. She grabs your thigh and lifts it slightly, allowing her hand to slip between.

She takes her fingers and spreads your lips apart, dragging them up to lightly rub circles on your stiffening clit. Her other hand slips underneath your shirt, dragging it up to expose your chest, rolling one of your nipples between her fingers. You moan, instinctually spreading your legs further from the pleasure.

Jill hums, “Yeah, just like that,” at your movements, sucking a hickey onto your neck. Her hand picks up speed against you, cunt clenching around nothing as you start to drip down your thighs. “Please…need more, need you inside me,” you whimper, arching, feeling her harden against you. Jill sucks in a breath and removes her hands from you. You groan, reaching back for her. She tuts, “Just giving you what you want, baby.”

She pulls you closer to her, pulling her own pants down and exposing her cock, angling and lining herself up with your quivering hole. Squeezing your thigh, she brings it upwards towards your chest, the head of her dick sliding inside. Both moaning, you reach back and tangle your fingers in her hair, pulling her into a fiery kiss.

Jill glides into your pussy, bottoming out. She grinds against your ass, slow circular motions, letting you adjust. “F-fuck, move, please,” you breathe out. With the go ahead from you, she starts thrusting at a steady pace, slaps of skin reverberating through the room. Your head lolls back against the arm of the couch, basking in the pleasure.

An unexpected vibration is felt against you, head snapping up with a surprised cry. Jill had pulled out your wand, stashed God-knows-where before. She laughs at your facial expression, eyebrows furrowed, mouth agape. Her movements never faltered, “Surprised you?” She asked with a grin, using the same circular motion she had with her fingers with the vibrator.

“Y-yes, fuck, uh–Jill–” words starting to become incoherent. She coos at you, “Gettin’ harder to speak, sweet baby?” The pleasure is mind-numbing, only able to nod your head. In one fluid motion, Jill rolls you onto your stomach before pulling you onto your knees. Still thrusting into you from behind, her other arm holding you against her body in a tight embrace.

“Wanna hear all those pretty noises from you, sing to me,” she whispers in your ear, her hand having a firm hold against your neck. The combination of Jill’s cock rubbing against your walls, wand pulsating against your clit, and her sultry words have you seeing stars, your orgasm hitting unexpectedly, body trembling against her’s. She grips you tightly through the spasms, praising you while your cunt milks her, urging her to bliss.

Overstimulation hits, causing you to wail, legs closing against the sensations. Jill knees your legs apart once more, dropping your lower body back to the couch. Grasping your hips she begins a rapid pace, her end soon approaching. One hand clasped on your shoulder, she pulls you back against her, your sounds muffled by the pillow below you.

Faltering, her hips flush with your ass as she finishes, moaning out your name as she spills into you, cock twitching against your contracting walls. You two stay in the position for a bit longer, savoring the connection. Jill’s hands run up and down your body as her cum drips out of you onto the sofa. Finally, she peels her body from yours, helping you maneuver onto your back. Jill takes a moment to watch her essence run out of you, eyes traveling up your form to see that adoring expression on your face, smile bright.

Heart skipping, she leans over to pull you into a soft kiss. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmur against her mouth. Grinning against your lips, “Anytime, baby. Love you so much,” she responds.

#o's kinktober #can you tell i'm kinda running out of steam on these #jill valentine x you #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x gn!reader #jill valentine smut #resident evil smut #trans jill valentine

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stackofturtles · 1 year

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Ranking the Fellowship in order of trans masc energy

It is well appreciated that Lord of the Rings is incredibly gay but one thing that I rarely see discussed is just how much transmasculine energy so many of the character, particularly in the fellowship, have. At the prompting of my partner asking me which member of the fellowship has the most trans masc energy I have ranked them from least to most trans masc energy. Note that I am specifically pulling from characterization from the books and not any adaptations.

10. Boromir- easily the lest trans masc member. Cis straight guy.

9. Gandalf the White- I’m splitting Gandalf the Grey and White because they’re energies are so different. This one is kind of frustrating because Gandalf’s death and rebirth could be such a great trans metaphor but also Gandalf the White loses so much of his fun and joy and thus his trans masculine energy.

8. Legolas- Legolas is low on they list because, while he is definitely dripping with trans energy, I see Legolas as more of a she/they or nb energy. I’m sure there are some femboy trans mascs who Legolas represents though, that’s fair, I see you, there is just so much trans masc energy on the rest of the list.

7. Gandalf the Grey- fun old bookish man who likes to smoke, we all hope to be him one day, future aspirations for when I am old.

6. Sam- I struggled with where to put Sam on the list but ultimately put him lower than expected because he could go many different ways- trans masc yes, but i get more he/him lesbian vibes from him. He also give me energy like Jack Black- a cis man with uncanny transmasc and/or butch lesbian energy, and there is so much trans masc energy in the fellowship at this point in the list everyone has a lot of it.

5. Aragorn- embodies so postitive masculinity! His trans masc energy is more representing an aspiration of masculinity than it is literal. Also very outdoorsy and a romantic soul. He was one of the crushes I had a teen which was really me just wanting to be him.

4. Pippin- Plucky young trans guy! Definitely has Peter Pan energy. He will absolutely be get carded at the Bar no matter old he gets. Kind of a lovable doofus but he has a big growth arc where we can see his growth mentally and physically cause the Ent Draughts are absolutely a metaphor for testosterone! Also good friends with Faramir who is also a trans man.

3. Frodo- our protagonist! Adventurous and somewhat studious short guy, its too obvious really. The fact that he gets his big adventure when he is a little older also gives hope to those of us who transitioned in our 30s that we too could can be a plucky young Jim Hawkins style character on an adventure even though we missed it in our youth.

2. Gimli- SPECIFICALLY BOOK GIMILI- FILM GIMILI HAS NO TRANS MASC ENERGY-(love the movies but Jackson did Gimli dirty). That being said he has perfect noble chivalrous trans masc energy, so much positive masculinity to aspire to. And he’s a short king! He is so willing to throw down for the transfems he loves (Galadrial and Leglos) in true trans solidarity.

1. Merry- Are you gonna tell me Meriadoc is not a trans guy name? He is somewhat bookish like Frodo, and definitely the smartest hobbit in the fellowship. Has so much young adventurer vibes without being too much of a doofus like Pippin. Although this is mostly just part of the movies he is a bit of a fancy boy, i know he has a large collection of floral button ups. Eowyn hangs around him while exploring her gender, queer solidarity there. Becomes a knight of Rohan (goals!) and led the uprising of the hobbits again Saruman And as mentioned earlier the Ent Draughts are a metaphor for testosterone!

@wretched-mog you asked for this!

#lotr #lord of the rings #trans #transman #transmasc

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smutmakesmesmile · 23 days

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MY SWEETS ITS TIME

I have finally written another smut fic! It features Lila from Spooky Month:). I’ll put the link here in case you’d rather read it on Ao3, but if you don’t the tags/fic is below!

18+ ONLY

Spooky Month=Spooky S3x

Tags: Soft Dom Lila, Sub Reader, Multiple O, D1ldos, V1brators, Strap ons, Oral s3x, Genderless/Trans Guy Reader, Mommy kink, Dry O, Praise k1nk, P3gging, No Beta we die like Dexter

Your body felt as live as an electric wire, your hole being fucked by Lila’s long pink strap on. Your eyes rolled back as she hit that titillating spot deep inside. She giggles as she watches you come undone, cooing, “Aww, you look so good like this, my love…all hot and bothered.”

You whimper at the praise, the pleasure starting to build. She gives you a kiss and then reaches for her phone, adjusting the settings on her vibrator, letting out a pleasured sigh as it was ratcheted up a level. In turn, she shoved her pink cock in deeper, harder.

“Oh god! Lila! Please! Let me come, please,” You simpered.

“Don’t you remember? No cumming till I do. Okay sweetheart?” She reminds you.

You nod, biting back a whimper. Maybe you could hold off a bit more? She was sure taking her time, but you wanted to be good for her. You could hear her moan quietly, which unfortunately just fueled your stimulation. Desperately gripping at the sheets, you will yourself not to cum. But that cock…it was practically rearranging your organs the way she used the devilish thing. Whimpers of desperation escaped your lips and you quickly lost yourself in the overwhelming stimulation. Again, you plead with her, painting a picture of how urgent your overwhelming pleasure was.

You eked out a, “Lila, Lila please! I’m so close! Please, I swear I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t let me cum!”

She just lightly kissed your neck with feather light kisses, “Don’t you dare. If you do I’ll tie you up and make you watch me fuck myself till you learn your lesson.”

A pitiful noise escapes your lips as the dildo drags against your walls, your will to hold back dangling by a thread. You writhed around, the slickness of your walls making the whole experience even more tantalizing. You couldn’t help but flush as Lila sweetly moaned in your ear, her voice sweet as syrup, “You’re sound so wet, baby. I love it when you’re dripping for me. You’re being so good for me…”

With that, she gave a particularly deep thrust, causing you to unravel. Tears stream down your face as you cum hard, soaking the bed sheets. All movement from Lila stopped.

“Love…did you just cum?”

You froze, shit. No, no, no, no, no! When you don’t reply, she repeats herself, “Baby, answer me please. Did you just cum?”

Meekly, you whisper, “Yes.”

She sighs, “You know what happens now, don’t you? Poor baby, now I’ve got to tie you up!”

Gently, she pulls out as you simper and whine. You could feel your hole clenching around nothing now, feeling woefully empty. Fetching a rope, she sat you up and tied your hands behind your back. All you could do was watch helplessly as she followed up on her promise, tying your hands and then proceeding to undo the straps of the harness. She hummed as she popped her vibrator out. Selecting her favorite dildo, she coaxed your mouth open.

“Open up your mouth for me.” She gently commanded.

Obedient as ever, you did.

She smiled, pushing the dildo into your mouth, “Now suck. Get it nice and slicked up for Mommy.”

You closed your mouth and began sucking. She blessed you with small praises as you slurped and gagged a bit on it. Swirling your tongue, you could feel the small vein like ridges on it. The sensation of the heavy fake cock in your mouth started to reinvigorate your desire. Drool pooled in your mouth, spilling out the corner as you suckled. Right as you were losing yourself in the motions, she pulled it from your mouth.

Lila settled at the end of the bed opposite of you, “Now, since my baby was disobedient, Mommy is going to fuck herself till she cums.”

You protest until she starts putting the now spit-soaked dildo in. She briefly held her breath as she felt her cunt stretch around the tip, groaning as it popped in. And so she started, slick sounds filling your ears as she pulled the dick in and out.

Her eyes fluttered as she groaned, “Oooh, this cock feels so good. So big.”

You fruitlessly grinded against the air as you could see a clear view of the dildo in her pussy. Desperately, you wished that it was you that the dildo was fucking. She giggled as she sighed, she could see how desperate you were again. She flipped onto all fours and bent over, glistening pussy in clear view. Teasingly, she slowly fucked it into her, hearing your sounds on frustration. She couldn’t help herself anymore, as much as she loved teasing you, she couldn’t hold back the buzzing under her skin. Her orgasm was so close. And so she slammed the thick member deep into her again and again, punched out noises escaping her as pleasure mounted. You couldn’t help but hump the air as she came. Her pussy was so pretty stretched around that cock and you desperately wished you were on the other end of it. Your head tilted back as you felt another orgasm ripple through your body. Surprisingly, you could feel that there was no cum dripping down your thighs. You heard her chuckle.

“Aww, my baby must’ve been so worked up! You’re so cute when you look so fucked out.”

You happily cooed at the praise. She gingerly pulled the dildo out and set it aside. Climbing up the bed, she untied your hands.

“I think it’s time to clean me up. Would my baby like to help?”

You nodded enthusiastically and she positioned herself above your face. You could see how pink and puffy her lips were from fucking herself. You licked your lips in anticipation. Holding onto the bed frame, she lowered herself down.

“Eat up, sweet heart.”

Eagerly, you lapped her up. Her contented moans fueled you, circling that pink bud. When you did, she threaded her fingers in your hair and grinded on your face.

“Oh, that’s so good, baby. Mmm, yes.” She tugged on your hair, guiding you to just the right spot, “Being so good for Mommy. Eating her out so well. Just like that…oh fuck yes.”

With her direction, you licked, lapped and sucked her clit. You could taste her, loving it every bit.

“Ooooh yeah, fuck. Faster baby, go faster for me.”

And so you did, with her not only smothering you with her pussy, but you sped up at her request. You felt immense joy at how noisy she was getting just from you suckling her.

She sharply tugged your hair and planted herself flat against your mouth as she went rigid. “Oh GOD!!!”

With that she came all over your chin, wetness trickling down your neck. Panting, she climbed off you. She softly stroked your cheek, planting a kiss on your lips.

“So good for me, thank you for eating Mommy out.”

You just nod, a bit pussy drunk. She fetched a warm damp rag and began wiping your both up. You make feeble squeaks as she carefully cleans you up. She plants a gentle kiss on your cheek, murmuring, “I know, I know. Playtime is over, don’t worry. You did so well for me.”

Lastly, with your face being wiped up, she maneuvered you both to a dry spot in the bed. Lila pulls you close, her soft skin against yours. She pet your hair as you cuddled together. You nuzzle her, mumbling your thanks. Kissing your head, she acknowledged it and hushed you, urging you to just relax. Your eyelids grow heavy, too heavy to hold open and you fall asleep in her arms, enveloped in her warmth and comfort.

#spooky month #smut #spooky month lila

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 2 years

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I want trans Alcina to use my ass so she'll get off without allowing me to cum, fucking me rough and deep as a punishment for riling her up, and then degrade me for getting so wet from it.

And then make me go about my day without finishing me off no matter how much I beg.

So.. I was informed today that apparently "Anal August" is a thing 👀 And well, who would I be if I didn't indulge the thirsty masses, hm? 😌 I do hope some of you enjoy this one ♥️

(TW: rough handling/degradation ahead)

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"Did you really think you could alter your uniform in such a slutty way, wear it all morning and there would be no consequences, little pet?"

The Countess pulled your hair back roughly, forcing a stinging heat across your body and an arch to your lower back.

"Mmph-! ... No, Mistress."

"Mh.. so you were counting on it then, were you?"

Even as you felt her claws begin to lengthen, digging ever so slightly into the sensitive skin of your scalp, you couldn't help but smirk.

"... Perhaps."

She yanked your hair back even harder causing you to yelp, a slight growl in her throat.

"It would do you well to address me properly, pet. Do not forget your place."

"Y-yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

"Mh."

The Lady released her hold on you, dropping your head with such force that it flew forward and stopped just short of hitting the hard wood of her office desk.

There was no denying that you had spent every chance you could that morning riling her up. That you had made sure her eyes were on you each time you slowly bent over or traced your fingers teasingly across your collar bone. And the speed in which she had you naked with your ass in the air only proved just how much it had effected her.

"Unfortunately for you, I had a rather unpleasant morning dealing with likes of Heisenberg and his insipid questions, so there will not be much mercy in store for you today, little pet."

Her sinful mouth just inches from your skin, the warmth of her breath skating over it. Large hands coming to your backside and spreading your legs for her as far as they could go - your arousal dripping clearly in the midday sun.

"Look at you.. getting all wet from this. Mommy's little whore, hm?"

She already had you to a point where you could barely speak, a single whimper in response and she hadn't even started yet. The cool air of the castle doing it's best to make the heat that pulsed between your legs even more prevalent. And when you lengthened your hips back a little more, hoping to give her better access, the Countess only chuckled.

"Oh, I won't be taking your core today, sweet thing. After all, you did ask for this."

An embarrassingly needy moan slipping from your lips as she traced her fingers down the slit of you, collecting your wetness. The firm cock that hung low between her legs all too eager for what was to come as she used your own desire to ready both herself and your ass.

"I'd take a deep breath if I were you, pet." The Lady whispered low in your ear, causng you to curse under your breath.

"Yes, Mistress. Use me however you want."

"Mh.. oh, I intend to."

There was no time for any sort of response before the stretch had begun, before the tip of her womanhood was breaching your backside with a delicious sting.

"Please, Mistress. I need you."

"Bold of you to assume you'll be getting anything out of this. Little slut." She practically snarled.

The way her tone took on something darker, making your legs tremble and your core clench. Tips of claws that could easily rip you in half just barely sinking into the soft flesh of your hips and thighs as the length of her slid endlessly into you. A deep moan rolling across her large frame.

"Y-your little slut, Mistress."

"Mh.. flattery will get you no where, pet."

You cursed under your breath again, crying out at the first thrust of her hips, her cock stretching you all over again. It was almost embarrassing just how wet she had you, your arousal already puddling below you on the office floor. Something you were sure she'd make you clean up later.

"Fuck. Please, Mistress!"

The Countess chuckled, driving her cock into you even harder. "No."

The way you whimpered and squirmed, the flush across your body growing deeper with each thrust, with each degrading phrase that fell from her evil lips. The sheer size of her holding you in place as she fucked your ass with complete disregard.

"Just look at this mess you're making. Poor little pet. So needy. So eager to take all of me. Hm?"

"Yes. Mistress. P-please."

The Lady didn't even waste her breath with a response, only bringing her hand down hard against on your backside before picking up the pace. Each thrust calculated - building the almost unbearable ache in your core even higher, your inner thighs completely coated in your want.

You weren't even sure how much time had passed before you felt the width of start to twitch inside you, your backside completely wrecked as her heated desire spilled out - filling it. An all too arousing moan ripping through the office air as her pace finally began to lessen.

Your body slumped against her desk, used and aching. Wanting nothing more than to feel the pressure of her fingers on your clit. But all that came was another dark chuckle as the Countess slid herself out of you and threw some of your clothes in your direction. Using your shirt to wipe your arousal from her thighs and cock before tossing it your way.

"Clean yourself up, pet. Maybe if you behave for the rest of the day I'll reward you during tea later and let you bathe me."

You nodded, a muffled "Yes, Mistress" just barely audible. The Lady chuckled again, facing the door before quickly turning back to look at you.

"And don't even think about touching yourself."

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I'm.. well.. yeah.. writing this at work might have been a bad idea, but ah well 🤣 Ahem.. I'm gay 😩

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #trans!alcina #trans!alcina x reader #just #fhdkkdjdjd #no more words #only gay #fuck fuck fuck #re8 asks

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rinwellisathing · 2 months

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You're Awful, I Love You: Part 3

Enver Gortash/Trans male Tiefling Durge

The bloodshed was waning by now. Sentry felt a little pang in his heart as he realized the night guards (and indeed, any archivist unlucky enough to be working late) had been dispatched or subdued. He allowed himself to be caught off guard just a moment as the beautiful elf expertly eviscerated a burly dwarf with a blade on the heel of her boot. He didn't see the sword wielding human trying to creep up behind him, but he did turn as he heard a death rasp and a sickening crack. His would be attacker slumped to the floor and behind the man stood Enver Gortash, carelessly inspecting the delightfully deadly looking gauntlet he wore. Sentry looked down, the man's neck was snapped, not merely broken, the gleaming white of his spine dripping in blood and gore was visible poking out like an over large thorn from his ruined neck. Sentry looked back up at Gortash, who was now looking to his men who were expertly reclaiming father's things under Sceleritas' careful direction. The tyrant's face was so beautiful in this moment, blood spray freckling his deep olive flesh and rich black hair, the shape of his profile was something an artist like Sentry could only dream of being inspired to paint. His breath caught in his throat and he realized his next masterpiece. “Is something wrong, my dear executioner?” The sardonic smile on Gortash's face begged to be slashed from ear to ear. Sentry blinked and shook his head, righting himself. “Oh, uh...no. No, everything's great. But...um...hey, you've got all these designs for high politics, yeah? Ever thought of having a portrait done?” The young man asked, fingers reaching out to touch the bloodied, bristled flesh of Gortash's jawline. “You cut an imposing figure and I'd love to paint you.” To dig in, to pull away that flesh. To paint his visage in his own blood. Sentry felt a tightening at his groin. “Oh? You'd truly like to paint me?” That smirk again. He had to know what Sentry was feeling just now. “Well, I'd be a fool to turn down such an offer from such a talented artist. I assume given that your skulking, brooding friend has been following me for some time now, you know where to come?” So he knew Jackal was tailing him. As much as Sentry despised his brother, Jackal was an excellent hunter, which meant Gortash was far more clever than he thought. Or he had far better resources. This alliance would be much more beneficial than he'd dreamed and when it was over, the aftermath would be so much sweeter.

“Yes, of course. But for now, it's really time we got these things home...although...” His eyes fell to the surviving, cowering non-combatants Gortash had kneeling and trembling in a row. Sentry's bright eyes flicked back to the tyrant with the look of a date who has seen some fine jewelry in a shop. “May I? My halberd is thirsty, it didn't like being set aside for the smaller blades...and after all, I have such a vision in mind, it will require a lot of ribs.” “Be my guest, dear Executioner, after all, I've always wondered why you're called that.” Gortash bowed graciously and stood back, arms folded across his chest making him look quite imposing in the black horned half-mask he wore, hands painted jet black beneath his gauntlet. Sentry nodded and drew his weapon, the true extension of his form as much as any brush or chisel and every bit a tool of his artistry. The Banite guarding them looked to Gortash briefly and the lordling motioned for him to step back and give the command. “Right, necks out, you lot!” The burly armored woman barked. As if dragged by the hand of Bane himself, the frightened archivists were forced forward on their hands and knees, necks bared and ready. Sentry clutched his halberd tightly and breathed in the scent of their fear. Exquisite. He raised the weapon and in the blink of an eye, the first head rolled to the floor in a glorious spray of crimson. Each cut was clean and precise and as each body fell separated from its head, Sceleritas and the beautiful elf lovingly began extracting the parts Sentry requested for his projects.

When the last head rolled, Sentry knelt in the pooling blood, lowering his hands into it and painting his face slowly and reverently. He bowed his head and clasped his hands in prayer, eyes closed and voice silent for some time. Finally he rose to his feet and looked across the room, mismatched eyes meeting deep, dark emerald. The feeling was electric. Sentry felt it and so did Gortash. As the Bhaalists and Banites left the scene of slaughter with their prizes in tow, the two knew this would not be the last time they saw eachother, not even close.

#baldurs gate 3 #tiefling #baldur's gate 3 #oc #durge #dark urge #lord enver gortash #gortash x durge #enver gortash #fanfic #writing

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