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baldursgrave69 · 4 months

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Watch Yourself - Mature

Rating: NSFW - MATURE, MDNI

Pairing: Enver Gortash x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 2.8K

Tags: MDNI, afab!durge, unprotected sex, piv, vaginal fingering, feelings, oral sex, bhaalspawn typical mentions of violence

While writing this I was listening to: The Summoning by Sleep Token

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Agnes impatiently tapped her foot as she waited for Enver Gortash to open the door. He had asked her to join him to discuss details regarding their plans to return to the Hells. She could hear his footsteps approaching, the lock on the door turning. Enver opened the door, a smile on his face as he greeted her. Agnes narrowed her gaze, his smile was suspicious, his eyes were beaming as he looked at her.

“I’m glad you could join me, come in,” Enver said, stepping aside to allow the bhaalspawn to enter. Agnes cautiously stepped into the room, immediately looking around for any exits. To her irritation, she noticed the only way in or out was the front door. Agnes surveyed the room, noticing a set table with two bowls of some kind of soup, chalices and a bottle of wine.

“This is unnecessary,” Agnes scoffed, crossing her arms.

“I disagree. It’s hardly wise to make plans on an empty stomach,” Enver said with a sly smile.

“I’m not hungry,” Agnes replied, eyes darting around the room. She felt entirely too exposed in the well lit foyer of his home, her hand resting on her dagger for safety. Enver chuckled, closing the door and walking towards Agnes. She eyed him suspiciously as he circled her, standing directly in front of the rogue.

“Your paranoia is unnecessary here. We’re partners, remember?” He said, his expression soft. Agnes was tense, studying the man’s demeanor. She was trying to decide whether he was being genuine or had an ulterior motive to inviting her here.

“Speak, then. What did you want to discuss?” Agnes huffed, removing her hand from her weapon and crossing her arms.

“Why don’t we sit. Not every interaction we have has to be about business,” Enver said, mild irritation in his voice at her immediate reluctance to join him.

“If we’re not discussing business this is a waste of my time,” Agnes grumbled, turning to leave.

Enver reached out to her, grabbing her wrist as she turned to leave. Agnes froze, her skin almost felt like it was on fire from his touch. She turned to look at him, her free hand grabbing the dagger at her side.

“Agnes, just let me in. I’m not going to hurt you,” Enver said quietly, his hand still wrapped around her wrist while the other grabbed the hand that was on her dagger. Agnes stared at him blankly, unsure what to do. She couldn’t remember the last time someone touched her like this and she allowed them to live. Everything inside her was telling her to run, to fight her way out if she had to. But something told her to stay. She didn’t speak or move, she just stared blankly at the man in front of her. He led her over to the table, pulling the chair out for her. She looked down at the chair and back up at him. Enver chuckled, releasing her hands and placing one on her shoulder.

“Sit,” he ordered, lightly pushing down on her shoulder. Agnes complied, sitting down in the chair and folding her hands in her lap awkwardly. Enver sat in the chair across from her, pouring wine in each of the chalices. He pushed one across the table to her, gesturing for her to take it. Agnes did not move, she just stared at Enver Gortash across the table.

He lifted the wine to his lips taking a sip as he watched Agnes across from him. She sat still, hands resting in her lap as her eyes darted around the room, mapping it out in case she needed to escape.

“You’re always so… tense,” he said as he watched her eyes dart about. She snapped her gaze back to him, watching a smile cross his face as she looked at him.

“I suppose I am,” she admitted, trying to relax her shoulders which were practically attached to her ears at all times.

“Allow me,” he said, setting his chalice down and standing. Agnes instinctively went to jump up, only for Enver to shake his head at her as he approached the back of her chair. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing his fingers tenderly into her tense muscles. Agnes froze, she felt entirely too vulnerable with the Baneite standing behind her like this, his hands so close to her throat.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, still feeling as if she couldn’t move.

“Just let me,” he said as he firmly massaged the tight muscles in her shoulders. The pressure caused a sigh to escape her lips involuntarily, her muscles were so sore from being so tight all of the time. She stiffened back up, feeling embarrassed at the sounds escaping her.

“Stop,” she hissed, trying to stand up. Enver pushed down on her shoulders, not allowing her to stand.

“No,” he said, continuing to massage her tight muscles. Eventually Agnes gave in, the relief she was feeling was too good to put up more of a fight. Enver used his forearm to press into the tight muscles, every touch releasing years of tension. Agnes closed her eyes, feeling relaxed for the first time in… well she couldn’t remember the last time she was relaxed. After a while, Enver stilled his massaging, but his hands lingered on her shoulders, his thumb rubbing small circles along the column of her neck. Agnes had her eyes closed, not noticing as he moved in front of her, kneeling down. She opened her eyes to find the man in front of her, his hand coming up to cup her jaw.

“Watch yourself, Baneite,” Agnes spat, attempting to pull away from his grasp.

“Just shut up for five minutes,” he hissed, pulling her closer to him. He hovered his face over hers, his eyes darting to her lips, full and drawn over with black lipstick. She glanced down at his, her heart pounding in her chest.

Enver pressed his lips to Agnes’, she was surprised at how soft they felt against hers. The hand on her jaw moved to the side of her neck, his other finding its way to her hip, squeezing slightly as he deepened their kiss. Agnes felt dizzy as he kissed her hungrily, an unfamiliar desire inside her growing intensely. Agnes felt like her chest was on fire, she needed to feel him, to touch him. She let her hands wander, one coming up to cup the side of his cheek, the stubble on his gruff face tickling her palm. She felt the tyrant's tongue press against her lips, asking for permission to enter. Agnes parted her lips, her tongue dancing with his, exploring the expanse of his mouth. Enver grabbed Agnes’ arms, placing them around his neck. He scooped his arms under her ass, picking her up swiftly without ever breaking the kiss. Agnes wrapped her legs around the man’s waist, nibbling at his bottom lip, her hands tangled in his hair. He pulled away for just a moment, eyes darting around the room for a surface to place her on.

Her eyes were wild as she looked at him, her heart pounding so hard she couldn’t think straight. Enver brought her over to his desk, placing her down and trailing sloppy kisses down her neck and chest. She groaned against him, one hand resting behind her on the desk.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” Enver said breathlessly, his teeth grazing Agnes’ neck as his hands wandered across her body. Agnes was too frazzled for words, moaning into him as his hand groped at her breast.

“Tell me you’ve wanted me too,” he growled, pulling away to look at her. Agnes rolled her eyes, scoffing as she put a hand on his chest to push him away from her. “Don’t be a brat,” he hissed, grabbing her jaw. “I see the way you look at me, Agnes. I know how you feel. I want to hear you say it,” he said in a low growl against her lips. She chased him with her own, only for him to pull away. “Ah ah,” he tuts, shaking her jaw slightly.

“You want me to say it?” Agnes hissed, wrapping her legs around Enver’s hips and pulling him towards her with unexpected strength. He nodded, his eyes half-lidded as he released her face from his grasp. She brought her lips up to his ear, a hand resting on the back of his neck.

“Ever since I first laid eyes on you I’ve wanted to cut you to ribbons. I can’t help but wonder what your blood would feel like flowing through my fingers, your insides spread before me like a work of art,” she whispered, her teeth grazing his earlobe. He let out a groan, pressing himself up against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Agnes could feel the growing tightness in his trousers as he rolled his hips against her.

“You’re disgusting,” she spat, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back so that he was looking at her. He had a sly smile on his face, his eyes zeroed in on her lips. She pulled him back into a kiss, all teeth and tongues as they hungrily devoured one another. Agnes had never felt a desire like this, a need to feel someone so close, to feel his heart beating and his blood pumping. She let her hands run across his body, trailing up his strong arms, feeling the hair dusting his chest as his shirt fell open slightly. She pulled away from him, tugging at the bottom of his tunic impatiently. He smirked as he removed it, pulling hers up over her head as well. His eyes trailed across her body, her bralette falling off of one shoulder. He pulled the other strap down, exposing her breasts to the air and causing her nipples to harden.

“Fuck,” he growled, latching his mouth to her collarbone and sucking on the flesh until it stung. Agnes’ head fell back, breathing heavily feeling the Baneite’s tongue flick across her nipple as he undid her bra, tossing it to the side. Agnes instinctively rolled her hips against him, chasing any pressure she could to relieve the tension growing below. Enver brought a hand between her legs, pressing his palm into her and pulling a guttural moan from her throat.

“You make such filthy noises, you know that?” he growled, applying even more pressure against her clothed clit. Agnes pushed the man off of her, hopping down from the desk.

“Shut up,” she snapped, circling him and pushing him up against the oak, her dexterous fingers unlacing his trousers. He watched as she pulled down his pants and smallclothes, his cock springing free with a smack against his abdomen. Agnes pushed Enver back against the desk further, one hand wrapping around his length. His breath hitched as he watched her spit into her hand and pump it up and down him, her other hand coming up to rest on his throat. She swiped her thumb across his head, causing him to let out a whimper. Her eyes darted up to his, a smirk crossing her face. She swiped her thumb along the tip again, pulling more filthy noises from him. She squeezed his throat slightly, continuing to pump his cock as he shuddered under her touch. Agnes could feel an all too familiar ache in her head with her hand wrapped around the column of his throat. She removed the hand from his throat, trying to shake that unmistakable ache from her head. Agnes dropped to her knees in front of him, licking a strip up the underside of his length.

“Agnes, I-” he started, immediately cut off by the sensation of her mouth wrapping around him. Her tongue swirled around his length, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. Enver went to tangle his hands into her hair, but she pulled back, the absence of her warmth pulling a groan from his throat. She shot him a poisonous look before returning to her work. Agnes braced herself against his thighs, taking his length in one swift motion, her nose buried against the patch of hair at his base. Enver let his head hang back, his hands gripping the desk, whimpers falling from his mouth as she gagged on his cock. She masterfully worked his shaft with her tongue taking him as deep as she could. He began to rut his hips against the back of her throat as he was getting closer to his release, the feeling of her swallowing around him making him dizzy. Agnes slowly and languidly pulled her mouth off of him, pushing herself up from between his legs to look at him. He was a mess, his hair pushed to one side, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked at her with his eyes blown wide, impossibly hard, his cock throbbing with need.

“You’re pathetic,” she said with a smirk, wiping her mouth with her forearm. A growl escaped from him as he stood up, grabbing her hips and spinning her to push her against the desk. His fingers got to work unlacing her trousers quickly. He tugged at her waistband, wrenching both her pants and small clothes down to her ankles. Enver bent down in front of her, pulling her bottoms off swiftly. He looked up at her, pressing his hand against her knees to urge her to spread her legs. As she did he could see how wet she was.

“Do I really make you this wet?” he said with a proud smirk, dragging his fingers through her folds and admiring how visibly aroused she was.

“Gods, do you ever stop talking?” Agnes growled, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him into a kiss.

“Impatient, are we?” he said against her lips, picking her up and tossing her down on the desk, dragging the head of his cock along her folds. He lined himself up with her entrance, pushing his cock inside ever so slightly before pulling back out. Agnes groaned, pulling his face closer to hers.

“Don’t tease,” she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist and forcing him inside her. She gasped at the feeling of her walls stretching around him, the sting of his cock splitting her open causing her head to fall back.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” Enver demanded, grabbing her face to look at him as he began pumping himself in and out of her cunt. She growled at him, locking her eyes on his as he picked up his pace, one hand bracing himself against the desk.

“Gods,” she moaned as he bottomed out, the feeling of his head dragging against her walls wrecking her each time. Enver pressed his forehead to hers as he continued to pump himself inside of her, moans and grunts falling from his mouth as he fucked her, desperately chasing his release. Agnes had one hand bracing herself against the desk, the other coming up to rest on the back of his neck. The ache in her head rushed back as images of her strangling the man in front of her flashed into her mind. Agnes closed her eyes, wrapping both hands around his neck and pulling herself closer to him.

“Fuck, Agnes, I’m so close,” he breathed, holding her tightly as he fucked into her, his pace becoming more erratic.

“Come for me then, Enver,” she whispered in his ear, feeling tears stinging her eyes as she tried to bite back the Urge to strangle him. She felt his motions still as he grunted, spilling inside of her.

“Hells,” he said against her neck, trying to catch his breath before pulling out of her. He leaned down to kiss her, but she ducked under him, grabbing her tunic from the desk and slipping it on.

“You’re leaving?” He asked breathlessly, watching as she pulled her clothes on and grabbed her weapons from the desk. She ignored him, sheathing her daggers at her sides and turning towards the door, pulling her boots on. Her head ached, she needed to get out of there immediately before she did something rash. Enver grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. She pulled her dagger on him, keeping him at a distance.

“Let me go,” she breathed, her eyes pleading with him. He released her wrist, his hands held up in defeat. He stood, still unclothed and speechless as she pulled her cloak over her head and rushed to the door. She took one more look at him before slinking out into the night air.

Agnes leaned up against the cool stone wall outside, taking in deep, ragged breaths. Her head swam as she tried to orient herself, the bile in her stomach threatening to come up. She knew she needed to sink her dagger into someone soon, lest she lose control over her body.

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baldursgrave69 · 4 months

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Looking for Lavender

Summary: Agnes (the Dark Urge) is helping the druid Halsin look for signs of Thaniel in the Shadow Cursed Lands.

Pairing: Halsin x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 1.4K

Tags: fluff

While writing this I was listening to: From Eden by Hozier

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The half elf walked carefully as she and the druid Halsin searched for signs of lavender in the shadow-cursed lands. They had been wandering for hours, searching for signs that Thaniel’s spirit was still alive in the dark landscape. Agnes stopped for a moment, catching her breath. They had been climbing along the ruined landscape and gods was she tired. “Do you need a moment, Agnes?” Halsin asked, turning to notice that she was no longer at his heel. “I’m fine, thanks,” she breathed heavily, steadying herself on her feet and catching up with him. “We can stop for a moment, you know. I haven’t seen you take a break in days,” Halsin said, looking down at her as she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe just for a moment, I’m dying to sit down,” she admitted. Agnes was not one to take breaks, however a brief moment of respite would be welcome, she couldn’t remember that last time she took a rest. Halsin nodded, looking around to find a place for the both of them to sit down. He spotted a large, flat rock not too far from where they stood.He sat, extending a hand to Agnes. Agnes smiled, placing her hand in his. His hand was large and warm as he closed it around her smaller hand. Agnes sat next to Halsin, feeling herself blush as he continued to hold her hand. She turned her head away as he released her, pulling a loaf of bread from his pack. He ripped it in half, handing her a piece.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling as she grabbed the piece of bread. Halsin felt his face grow warm as he averted his gaze from her. He had spent so many years focusing himself on the shadow curse. Nothing had distracted him from his mission, before her. He was so close to ridding the land of the shadows, and yet he found his mind often thinking of her. The way she commanded every room she walked in, her beautiful gray freckles, her smile that so rarely made an appearance. “Are you alright?” Agnes asked after a moment, noticing that Halsin hadn’t eaten his bread. “Of course,” Halsin smiled, looking over to her. “I feel like I haven’t gotten to know you all that well,” Agnes said as she picked at her bread. “It’s true,” Halsin sighed. “I can’t imagine I have helped with that. Sometimes I let the task at hand consume me, and people think I’m obsessed,” he began. “I know what you mean, I’m like that too,” Agnes added. Halsin smiled to himself as he continued. “The day I no longer have to talk about the shadow curse will be a happy one. But, what would you like to know?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, just an observation, but you’re quite large for an elf,” Agnes said, shifting awkwardly. She had been curious ever since meeting Halsin about his size. She was small, but he towered over her. Halsin let out a chuckle, looking over to Agnes. “I am?” he teased. “You’ve shown more restraint than most on the subject, but I don’t have a good answer as to why I’m afraid. Perhaps there’s a half-orc buried somewhere in my ancestry. I think conventional wisdom is too narrow about what we can or cannot be. Stranger things have most certainly happened,” Agnes chuckled at Halsin’s teasing. “That’s for sure. I don’t even know who I am or what’s wrong with me,” she said, mostly to herself. Halsin nodded, moving closer to her. “Anything else you’d like to know?” Halsin asked.

“Do you have people out there somewhere? Family, friends? A lover maybe?” Agnes asked, trying to be nonchalant. Halsin blushed a bit. “Save for me, my line perished a long time ago. The grove became my family for so long with Silvanus as my teacher. And now… now I have you,” he said, stirring nervously. Agnes smiled to herself, looking over at Halsin. “I’m sorry for your loss. But I am glad to have you by my side,” They sat in silence for a moment, before Agnes continued. “Though, you didn’t fully answer my question, you know, about lovers,” Halsin let out a hearty chuckle, folding his arms across his chest. “I am 350 years old, of course there have been lovers. I do love nature but I am not betrothed to it. Though, nature needs reminding sometimes,” Halsin reached up to touch the claw shaped scars on his face. Agnes studied the marks, narrowing her gaze. “What do you mean?” she asked. Halsin felt heat rise to his cheeks as he shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t exactly pick this up in battle. I was in wild shape and forgot that it was the season where bears are… especially social. A she-bear claimed me as her own, and did not appreciate being spurned.”

Agnes laughed as Halsins stirred, feeling a bit embarrassed. “So, no one right now, then?” Agnes asked, circling back to her original question. “No, I bed down alone right now. Maybe once I talk less of curses and parasites my fortunes will change,” Agnes nodded, feeling a flutter in her chest. Halsin made her feel warm and safe, she was glad he had agreed to join her on her journey to Moonrise Towers. “Okay, so tell me something I wouldn’t think to ask,” she said, trying to continue their conversation. Halsin smiled, happy to continue sharing with her. “Alright, I suppose you wouldn’t be shocked to learn that I love animals and nature? You knew that, I’m sure. Hmm. I whittle in my spare time, and I have a bit of a sweet tooth,” Agnes smiled at Halsin as he shared. “Let me guess, you love honey?” she teased, punching his arm softly. Halsin chuckled, nodding. “Once you get to my age you realize there is no point in denying yourself those kinds of… pleasures,” he said, looking at Agnes. His eyes wandered briefly to her lips, full and glossy covered in black lipstick. Agnes moved her head to the side, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “What do you whittle?” she asked. “Ornaments, utensils, and ducks. I like ducks,” he said, moving away from her slightly, worrying he had crossed a boundary.

“You’re adorable,” Agnes blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, neither looking at the other as they ate their bread. “What about you?” Halsin asked after a moment. Agnes looked over at the elf, wishing she had something to tell him. “I wish I had something as endearing as whittling and honey. All I know is what has happened since the nautiloid. There’s not much about me, I’m afraid,” she said, letting her head hang. Halsin moved closer to her for a moment, lifting her chin so her eyes would meet his gaze. “That isn’t true,” he started. “You’re an artist, you have a, frankly, terrifying way with words, I’ve yet to see a lock that you can’t pick,” Agnes smiled to herself as Halsin listed things he had noticed about her. “You’re fierce in battle and have a beautiful smile when you choose to let it shine through. There are plenty of things about you, you just need someone to remind you.” Agnes took a moment before moving closer to Halsin. “I didn’t think anyone noticed those kinds of things about me,” Halsin stirred for a moment, then moved away from her. “Astarion notices,” he said finally. Agnes felt a burst of guilt run through her. She suddenly felt disgusted with herself for how close she had gotten to Halsin, Astarion not slipping into her mind once. “He’s never said anything,” she finally said, standing up and smoothing her leather armor.

Halsin nodded, grabbing his pack so they could continue. “He cares for you. He just doesn’t know how to show it I think,” Halsin finally said as they began to continue their walk. “I hope so,” she sighed. The pair continued walking in silence as they searched for signs of lavender. Agnes walked past a patch of purple flowers, disregarding them at first. “HALSIN!” she yelled, turning on her heel to find the patch of flowers. “Lavender,” Halsin breathed, kneeling down to touch the flowers. “We’ve found him. You found him.” Halsin smiled, pulling Agnes into a hug. Agnes melted into the elf, allowing herself this moment to be enveloped in his embrace.

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