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๐•ฏ๐–Š๐–Ž๐–’๐–”๐–˜ ๏ผˆ the dark urge ๏ผ‰ ([personal profile] bhaalyn) wrote2023-12-01 03:23 pm

open post.



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narsinssist: (pic#16811468)

[personal profile] narsinssist 2023-12-06 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Yes yes, as all mortals are. Quite attached to them, in fact, until the moment there's something they want that they cannot have on their own.

There is always something, you know, and that will always be where I make my dramatic entrance.

Whether or not it's you, of course... remains to be seen.


[ He WILL compromise, and it WILL be for his own desires out of his reach, of course. ]
narsinssist: (pic#16812262)

[personal profile] narsinssist 2023-12-09 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I would be the judge of what is and isn't of value, being a collector of sorts myself. I would not sell yourself so short.

Besides, is it not the trials of life, that shapes and adds value to a soul? Are you not subjected to enough of them?


[ He may be annoying, but he does have a way with words. ]
narsinssist: (pic#16811468)

[personal profile] narsinssist 2023-12-09 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Did he, now? I suppose I can see why he would.

Does he offer the same guidance as I? Shocking, that we would be on the same page.


[ well, maybe not that shocking. ]
narsinssist: it's me, ya demon (Glamor | hey guys)

[personal profile] narsinssist 2023-12-09 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It's our perrogative, in fact! What's the fun of playing with mortals, if they know every twist and turn already?

It's much more enjoyable if you are left in the dark as long as possible. Think of it as us enjoying the fact that you stumble around, and make your decisions without all the pieces. It's curious!


[ Jesus christ. immortals. ]
narsinssist: (Glamor | I had to do it to them)

[personal profile] narsinssist 2023-12-10 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, yes, so every mortal says. Everyone wants to be the genius who outwits the greater being.

And yet so few are capable of doing so.


[ Is Deimos? Well... lmao. looks at his final act. ]
narsinssist: it's me, ya demon (Glamor | hey guys)

[personal profile] narsinssist 2023-12-13 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well, there have been the occasional tale. Who am I do deny the deeds of those whom have bested us?

[ It is, however, "us", and not "me". His humility only goes so far. ]
bloodysnarky: (pic#16801514)

fyi your durge is gorgeous

[personal profile] bloodysnarky 2023-12-04 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
My time IS valuable, and I'm thankful someone finally understood that.
inherlight: (Hands on Hips)

I indeed would like to haha

[personal profile] inherlight 2023-12-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The drow sighs to herself. Clearly she wasn't going to convince them.]

All I'm asking you to do for next time is a little warning. It is my job to keep us all standing, which is made more difficult if people are on fire. OUR people mind you.
inherlight: (Looking up frown)

[personal profile] inherlight 2023-12-04 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ideally NOT our own, yes. I don't mind the enemies getting a bit crispy so as long as we're not in the blast radius. Not that Gale also doesn't have his fair share of close calls... Perhaps I should sit you both down to talk about this.
inherlight: (Brow Cocked)

[personal profile] inherlight 2023-12-04 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
I beg your pardon? So just because I care about our party's safety it make me your mother?
inherlight: (Hmm?)

[personal profile] inherlight 2023-12-11 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
I guess I can se your point, but I'm no ones mother. Other people ae allowed to express concern. Like a sister or brother.
cloudofdaggers: (o13)

<3

[personal profile] cloudofdaggers 2023-12-04 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
but even so, i never projected a desire to fuck a mindflayer, just hypothetically wondered what it might be like. just like im sure everyone wonders what it might be like to fuck a druid in wild shape, or how a gnome/half orc relationship would even work
cloudofdaggers: (o6)

[personal profile] cloudofdaggers 2023-12-09 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
does which one really make a difference? aren't all of them equally a bit fucked up?
cloudofdaggers: (o2)

[personal profile] cloudofdaggers 2023-12-11 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
well they all have human mind and intelligence right? and i know (through some reading and conversations with druids, mind, not any firsthand experience) that a lot of animals have pretty messed up reproductive organs that dont exactly match with ours. so my thoughts are

1. can the druid make it so they have regular-ish dicks
2. if they cant then id want to pick the ones that are more normal human looking

but to answer your question yes basically every time i see a wild shape i do wonder briefly
banite: (Default)

[personal profile] banite 2023-12-15 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
The knife drops, and that's all that really matters. Every time they're close like this, the Bhaalspawn has to work something through. He's always fighting himself.

It's curious. It's in his nature to murder. But Gortash knows that Bhaal doesn't seek his death. At least, not yet. Their alliance holds. It's important. The Chosen must work together. That means the urge to hurt him isn't coming from Bhaal.


"I want to trust you."

He does let go, in order to bring his hand back to Deimos' chin, and tilt his head up so that their eyes meet.


"I'm curious about what you want. Do you even know? I don't think that it's my blood.

I think you want something else from me. Am I wrong?"
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[personal profile] banite 2023-12-15 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)

It's so difficult for him even to say that one word. Gortash can see the tension, the way he's pushing himself past something.

So curious. Gortash is not a man accustomed to denying what he wants. No, when he wants something, he goes after it. Takes it, by any means necessary. Why should he be denied? But Deimos, he seems to struggle with anything that's not murder. That's the only arena in which he seems truly comfortable.

Gortash couldn't live that way. He doesn't think Deimos should, either.

"Then speak it. You can have it. Look at me, Deimos. You can have anything."

What doors are closed to the likes of them? All his life people have tried to tell Gortash where he is not welcome, and he has proven them wrong, time and again. But when it comes to what Deimos wants, there is no closed door to break down. There's only the need for him to reach out and take it.

Gortash pushes his armoured hand back into the tiefling's hair, claws raking across his scalp.

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[personal profile] banite 2023-12-15 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)

Hate is such a delicious word. Gortash coils his fingers into Deimos' hair and pulls him up, onto his feet, so that Gortash can bend to meet him in a rough kiss. Eager, aggressive, tasting of wine and spice and blood from where he'd marked the other man's lip.

Gortash smiles into it, and then with a sweep of his arm, he clears their dinner table. Silver crashes onto the floor, ringing through the building. No one rushes into the room. They knew what was going to happen tonight. The candles snuff out as they land on his tiles, the remains of their food scatters.

And then Gortash is pushing Deimos onto the table, pushing his knees roughly open so he can get between them.

His hands trail down Deimos' body, plucking over leather straps and scraping hard red lines over blue skin.

"I know," he murmurs. "Why resist, when I want you too?"

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[personal profile] banite 2023-12-15 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)

Such need, such urgency. Gortash finds it thrilling. He unlashes Deimos' shirt and strips it away. The belt around his ribs can stay, for the moment - Gortash might find use for that. The laces around his already prominent erection are, however, promptly undone so that the eager flesh can spill out into Gortash's hand. He palms it and squeezes, delighted to have the object of his desire set free from its confines.

"Good boy," he murmurs, and gives Deimos' shaft a firm stroke. Good behaviour is to be rewarded after all. "Lift."

His hands slide around Deimos' hips and shunt him up, just enough to peel the leather away from that pert little ass of his. Gortash likes him this way. Exposed, primed, ready. Eager for his own satisfaction, he bites at Deimos' lips before surrounding them in another crushing kiss.

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[personal profile] banite 2023-12-20 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)

Blood spilling between them.

"Ahh-," Gortash mutters, though the sound is lost between them. He prefers to inflict pain than receive it, generally speaking, but it lights a fire within him regardless. There's a thrill in seeing Deimos' feral side, in seeing him act like the dangerous, violent creature he truly is. After all there'd be no fun in taming him if it were easy.

His hands leave Deimos for a moment to unlace his own breeches. He doesn't take them off, but lets them fall open. He's hard and hot, and he pushes the girth of his erection against Deimos' thigh. He thrusts against him, creating a few blissful stripes of friction that draw a long, low groan from his lips.

That's when he pushes Deimos' back, a rough shove to get him back flat on the table. Gortash hikes his legs up for better access, and spits down onto the exposed hole to ease his passage. Then his finger pushes against it, insistent but careful as he pushes the tip inside. He can feel blood dripping from his lip. He licks it off, and flicks his head to the side to get the hair out of his eyes.

"Look at you, so eager," he says, and slides the full of his finger inside Deimos. He's already working him, hooking his finger and starting to move it. His prize needs stretching.

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[personal profile] banite 2024-01-03 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)

Gortash laughs, low and soft. Deimos' muttered anger is almost as good as a moan. The actual moans that follow are even better, reverberating through Gortash's very bones. He loves those sounds. He loves driving this feral, dangerous creature to such pitiful sounds. Nothing gets him harder than the sight of Bhaal's scion writhing beneath his touch. Unless perhaps begging were involved.

It's possible they'll get to that.

For now, he hooks his finger sharply, grazing his nail against Deimos' prostate. He gives his whining companion only the barest moment to get used to that feeling before he's pushing a second finger inside him, and thrusting with them both. He wants him wide and gaping and desperate. Oh, gods how he wants him. He grunts softly as his own cock leaks pre, mixing with the stream pooling between Deimos's legs. He brings his other hand across to wrap around both of their lengths, pushing them together and spreading slick liquid between them both. His eyes flutter closed as he strokes them together, and his hips jut forward into the sensation.

It's mild relief, and barely that. But it's something. His eyes open again, gazing right into Deimos'. At that moment, he grazes both fingers against his prostrate and smiles, knowing he has Deimos in the palm of his hand.

"There, darling. Isn't that what you want?"

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[personal profile] banite 2024-01-20 02:42 am (UTC)(link)

Oh, it's beautiful. A true chorus in his ears, more musical than the very best of Deimos' songs. Gortash loves it. Better, he hardens from it, growing stiffer and wetter just at the sound. Pre leaks from him, sending a warm shudder through his body. He lets out a soft, pleased sound, before sliding his fingers out of Deimos.

"Good boy," he praises, his voice a low purr. "Easy now. You can take it, I have you--"

And he positions himself, pressing the tip of his slick, hard cock to Deimos' ass. He slides into that waiting channel, just about stretched enough to accommodate him. He pushes in and it's tight, almost impossibly so, but he rocks his hips and forces his way through with his first thrust.

It's heavenly. It's exactly what he's been wanting all day, what he's been imagining since he made all the arrangements. His hands spread Deimos' legs wide, exposing him as much as possible while Gortash starts to pump into his lithe body. He presses Deimos' thighs against the table, fingertips digging in to bruise the delicate flesh. He means to make his mark.