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Day 7 - Date Night & Knife Play
Hooray, I finally finished the last drawing!
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my final late entry for durgetash week day 3: heist/fighting as foreplay
in which i wrote an actual battle!💖⚔️🩸

bloodlust 8.9k 🫣 E (mostly for violence)

archiveofourown.org/works/75735981

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Come on Enver. Stab. STAB!

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Durgetash Week Day 7: Free Day

Has the Little Rat been ensnared by what he truly desires, or is he the victim of the House of Hope's incubus playing cat and mouse?

Who knows? Who knows? 😏

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Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3. Text reads: “Cover you in scars just to leave a mark
Get you addicted, then, tear you apart”

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3. Text reads: “Cover you in scars just to leave a mark Get you addicted, then, tear you apart”

Durgetash Week Day 7: Knife Play #DurgetashWeek2025 #DTWNSFW2025
@bloodsweattyranny.bsky.social

“Cover you in scars just to leave a mark
Get you addicted, then, tear you apart
Pass me the knife and I'll eat you alive”

Pass The Knife by No/Me

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‘A hand, anyone?’

The preordained words of the Fates, the will of the gods. It marred her arm and mocked him, even with the evidence of his teeth all over it.

A soulmark that dared to trespass on his domain. He was the Chosen of the Black Hand. How dare another stake claim on what he desired using his dominion? It could have been his words. It should have been his words.

He hoped that her soulmate, whoever in the Hells they are, never gets the privilege of meeting her. 

Fuck the gods. She was his.

‘A hand, anyone?’ The preordained words of the Fates, the will of the gods. It marred her arm and mocked him, even with the evidence of his teeth all over it. A soulmark that dared to trespass on his domain. He was the Chosen of the Black Hand. How dare another stake claim on what he desired using his dominion? It could have been his words. It should have been his words. He hoped that her soulmate, whoever in the Hells they are, never gets the privilege of meeting her. Fuck the gods. She was his.

Durgetash Week Day 6: Blasphemy

Something a bit different today: Gortash getting frustrated with his emotions and blaspheming against the gods/fate over a soulmark. 🤭

Check the alt text. 😏

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Durgetash Week Day 6 - Blasphemy

No alt text today because I wrote a whole fic instead 😁
archiveofourown.org/works/74250206

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Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3. Text reads: “I think I'm worth loving for the kind of heathen who would dare”

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3. Text reads: “I think I'm worth loving for the kind of heathen who would dare”

Durgetash Week Day 6: Blasphemy #DurgetashWeek2025 #DTWNSFW2025
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“This is a summoning
This is a prayer
I think I'm worth loving for the kind of heathen who would dare”

The Moral by Shayfer James

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Durgetash Week Day 5: Monsterfucking

"The harpy wants to win, which means a man must lose. She wants justice, which means a man must be punished." - Jess Zimmerman

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Day 5 - Monsterfucking

Nyleth in half slayer form for this one. Tho I do wanna work on that form some more.

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The Oathbroken - Chapter 10 - nearest_and_dearest (thrawns_lawyer) - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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"Heist"

Chapter 10 of my durgetash fic, already written but it's literally called "The Heist". The heist happens in the second half if you want to skip the first half<3

#BG3 #Gortash #Durgetash #bg3fanfic #Envitha

archiveofourown.org/works/521941...

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Gortash is nude, on his knees, hands bound behind his back with a blindfold on and his mouth slightly open. Tavitha is standing behind him, fully clothed with gloved hands. Tavitha's right hand is caressing Gortash's face with their index finger by his mouth. Tavitha's left hand is on his shoulder by his neck. Tavitha is smirking down at him.

Gortash is nude, on his knees, hands bound behind his back with a blindfold on and his mouth slightly open. Tavitha is standing behind him, fully clothed with gloved hands. Tavitha's right hand is caressing Gortash's face with their index finger by his mouth. Tavitha's left hand is on his shoulder by his neck. Tavitha is smirking down at him.

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"Bondage"

#BG3 #Gortash #Durgetash #Envitha

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Ragged breaths filled the chamber, harsh, uneven, echoing off metal and glass. A low growl answered, wet and guttural, vibrating through the floor like something testing the air between each exhale. Water dripped in slow, rhythmic taps, the only steady sound in a space otherwise ruled by panting, scraping claws, and the thud wood in a steady but frantic rhythm.

Unnh...fuck...so big…

The projection screen crackled to life.

Perfect timing.

The static cleared just in time for Gortash’s face to appear, immaculate as ever, framed in that soft blue mechanical glow, only for his expression to halt pre-sentence as he took in the scene:

Clandestine.
Pinned to a crate.
Hair a mess.
Legs open.
A sahuagin over her.

Gortash blinked once.
Then his mouth curled.

“I did warn you not to come down here… didn’t I?”

Her eyes dragged toward the screen in a slow, exhausted roll, lids heavy as if even looking at him required effort she did not currently possess. His gaze dipped, taking in the creature, the crate, the whole disaster they’d made of his reactor chamber.

“Got in a bit over your head, did you, dear?”

He let the words roll out with a velvet sort of mockery, equal parts entertained and exasperated, like he’d been expecting her to ignore his warning and was almost pleased she’d proven him right. A common occurrence between them.

She gasped out, struggling against the creature but finding no leverage. Her hips bucking involuntarily with each thrust, the pleasure-pain overwhelming as she clawed at the trident prongs around her neck.

“Try not to die. It would be terribly inconvenient.”

His image stuttered, blue light guttering out in a blink; one second he was there, infuriatingly calm, and the next she was staring at a dead, silent screen.

Bastard.

Her last coherent thought as the Sahuagin growled over her, hoisting one leg up into the air with ease to spread her wide open and began a jackhammer pace into both of her squeezing, slick holes.

Ragged breaths filled the chamber, harsh, uneven, echoing off metal and glass. A low growl answered, wet and guttural, vibrating through the floor like something testing the air between each exhale. Water dripped in slow, rhythmic taps, the only steady sound in a space otherwise ruled by panting, scraping claws, and the thud wood in a steady but frantic rhythm. Unnh...fuck...so big… The projection screen crackled to life. Perfect timing. The static cleared just in time for Gortash’s face to appear, immaculate as ever, framed in that soft blue mechanical glow, only for his expression to halt pre-sentence as he took in the scene: Clandestine. Pinned to a crate. Hair a mess. Legs open. A sahuagin over her. Gortash blinked once. Then his mouth curled. “I did warn you not to come down here… didn’t I?” Her eyes dragged toward the screen in a slow, exhausted roll, lids heavy as if even looking at him required effort she did not currently possess. His gaze dipped, taking in the creature, the crate, the whole disaster they’d made of his reactor chamber. “Got in a bit over your head, did you, dear?” He let the words roll out with a velvet sort of mockery, equal parts entertained and exasperated, like he’d been expecting her to ignore his warning and was almost pleased she’d proven him right. A common occurrence between them. She gasped out, struggling against the creature but finding no leverage. Her hips bucking involuntarily with each thrust, the pleasure-pain overwhelming as she clawed at the trident prongs around her neck. “Try not to die. It would be terribly inconvenient.” His image stuttered, blue light guttering out in a blink; one second he was there, infuriatingly calm, and the next she was staring at a dead, silent screen. Bastard. Her last coherent thought as the Sahuagin growled over her, hoisting one leg up into the air with ease to spread her wide open and began a jackhammer pace into both of her squeezing, slick holes.

Durgetash Week Day 5 - Monsterfucking

I did a little something different for this prompt 🤭 major content warning for the alt text today

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Ho boy was i excited for this one, Gorty has some unsavoury ideas and Durge must be the voice of reason

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Durgetash Week Day Five: Monsterfucking
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Durgetash Week Day 5 - Monsterfucking
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Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3. Text reads: “I would be gentle, if I only could
You made me understand
There is no evil and there is no good
You're just as violent as I am”

Drawing of my durge and Gortash from Bg3. Text reads: “I would be gentle, if I only could You made me understand There is no evil and there is no good You're just as violent as I am”

Durgetash Week Day 5: Monsterfucking #DurgetashWeek2025 #DTWNSFW2025
@bloodsweattyranny.bsky.social

“I would be gentle, if I only could
You made me understand
There is no evil and there is no good
You're just as violent as I am”

Wicked Nature by Baby Bugs

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Day 4 - Voyeurism
maybe romance is when you agree to honeypot on behalf of your coworker to kill his political enemies while hes jerking off in the other room. whos to say
#doodles #durgetashweek2025 #dtwnsfw2025

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art of rue, a tiefling dark urge, watching as a blurry gortash gets it on with an unknown third person

art of rue, a tiefling dark urge, watching as a blurry gortash gets it on with an unknown third person

sometimes rue prefers to watch

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#Dtwnsfw2025
#durgetashweek2025
#durgetash
Certain lord is taking way too long to get ready for a masquerade and his +1 is getting impatient, they might have to intervene

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Drawing of my durge from Bg3

Drawing of my durge from Bg3

Drawing of Gortash and my durge from Bg3. Text reads: “‘Cause you're wearing nothing but your perfume
It's one hell of a view 
You made me an offer I can't refuse
I got it bad for you”

Drawing of Gortash and my durge from Bg3. Text reads: “‘Cause you're wearing nothing but your perfume It's one hell of a view You made me an offer I can't refuse I got it bad for you”

Durgetash Week Day 4: Voyeurism #DurgetashWeek2025 #DTWNSFW2025
@bloodsweattyranny.bsky.social

“‘Cause you're wearing nothing but your perfume
It's one hell of a view
You made me an offer I can't refuse
I got it bad for you”

PRETTY PLEASE by Dutch Melrose & ​benny mayne

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Gortash hears Prudens collapse onto the floor before he sees them. They lay on their back, hands clasped above their heaving chest as if in prayer. 

As Prudens regains their breath enough to speak, Gortash realizes it is in prayer. "Oh, Father, never have I felt so touched by your domain," they whisper. "To think this could be even a sliver of the ecstasy to come once I…" They trail off, though Gortash isn't certain if it was because they'd actually run out of breath or if they'd realized they were speaking aloud.

Though he's not planning on starting a prayer to Bane, Gortash does relate to Prudens's choice of laying down, and heavily takes a seat beside them. "Perhaps you should save your lustful prayers until after we've left the Devil's Free."

Prudens's eyelids flutter open, head tilting to gaze up at Gortash. There's a moment where they just stare at him, the room quiet except for their still-heavy breathing. Their eyes have gone clouded, not fully there though at the same time pinning Gortash in place. It's not unlike the occasions where they would feed their Urge within them, a singular focus that still carried a strange absence.

Gortash hears Prudens collapse onto the floor before he sees them. They lay on their back, hands clasped above their heaving chest as if in prayer. As Prudens regains their breath enough to speak, Gortash realizes it is in prayer. "Oh, Father, never have I felt so touched by your domain," they whisper. "To think this could be even a sliver of the ecstasy to come once I…" They trail off, though Gortash isn't certain if it was because they'd actually run out of breath or if they'd realized they were speaking aloud. Though he's not planning on starting a prayer to Bane, Gortash does relate to Prudens's choice of laying down, and heavily takes a seat beside them. "Perhaps you should save your lustful prayers until after we've left the Devil's Free." Prudens's eyelids flutter open, head tilting to gaze up at Gortash. There's a moment where they just stare at him, the room quiet except for their still-heavy breathing. Their eyes have gone clouded, not fully there though at the same time pinning Gortash in place. It's not unlike the occasions where they would feed their Urge within them, a singular focus that still carried a strange absence.

Prudens sits up, then suddenly climbs into Gortash's lap. Their hands come to the bottom of his neck and slide down his chest, fingers curled enough for their claws to scratch into his skin. Gortash hadn't noticed it before (having been rather otherwise occupied), but Prudens's cock forms a clear tent that pushes against him. 

"Enver. I want you."

It is a tempting proposal. But Gortash spares a thought for the injuries they both need to have tended to, and one for Helsik who is most likely at the counter downstairs. "Another thing you can save for after we've left th-"

Gotash cuts off with a hiss as Prudens's claws suddenly dig into him. Fresh blood trickles down to join what had already dried on his chest. "Now," Prudens growls, low and deep from their throat.

Prudens sits up, then suddenly climbs into Gortash's lap. Their hands come to the bottom of his neck and slide down his chest, fingers curled enough for their claws to scratch into his skin. Gortash hadn't noticed it before (having been rather otherwise occupied), but Prudens's cock forms a clear tent that pushes against him. "Enver. I want you." It is a tempting proposal. But Gortash spares a thought for the injuries they both need to have tended to, and one for Helsik who is most likely at the counter downstairs. "Another thing you can save for after we've left th-" Gotash cuts off with a hiss as Prudens's claws suddenly dig into him. Fresh blood trickles down to join what had already dried on his chest. "Now," Prudens growls, low and deep from their throat.

ettooo bwehhh i got the days mixed up and was accidentally working on day 4 prompt today. but in the spirit of day 3 (heist) heres a wip about fucking right after stealing the crown
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Day 3 - Fighting as foreplay

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Drawing of Gortash and my durge from Bg3

Drawing of Gortash and my durge from Bg3

Drawing of Gortash and my durge from Bg3. Background text reads: "Bruise me, blame mе, want me, miss me
Buy me, drag me, keep me, ditch me
Damn me, drug me, haunt me, steal me
Heal me, hurt me, force me, feel me"

Drawing of Gortash and my durge from Bg3. Background text reads: "Bruise me, blame mе, want me, miss me Buy me, drag me, keep me, ditch me Damn me, drug me, haunt me, steal me Heal me, hurt me, force me, feel me"

Durgetash Week Day 3: Fighting as Foreplay #DurgetashWeek2025 #DTWNSFW2025
@bloodsweattyranny.bsky.social

"Bruise me, blame mе, want me, miss me
Buy me, drag me, keep me, ditch me
Damn me, drug me, haunt me, steal me
Heal me, hurt me, force me, feel me"

Ocean Sounds by Amélie Farren

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Durge: Don't be so smug! You only won because I played along. Gortash: He-he, yeah. Of course.

Durge: Don't be so smug! You only won because I played along. Gortash: He-he, yeah. Of course.

Durgetash Week Day 3 - Fighting as Foreplay
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Day 2 - Bondage

Super happy with this piece.

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Durgetash Week Day 2: Domestic

🦝: "Oh, stop frowning, my dear. You decided to stay."

🗡️: 😑

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Durgetash Week Day Two: Bondage #durgetashweek2025 #dtwnsfw2025

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Gortash lingered for a long moment, dark eyes tracing the aftermath of their little game. The swollen marks along Clandestine’s body throbbed under the lantern’s heat, while the chill of the dungeon air teased the sweat on her skin into a ripple of gooseflesh. He kept her tail in his grasp and gave it a slow, deliberate tug, just to watch her flinch. The small sound she made… that half-choked whimper… only deepened his desire. He had his bhaalspawn trembling, legs unsteady; his hold on her appendage became less restraint and more a cruel kind of support, keeping her upright when her knees wanted to give. 

“What a pretty mess you are.” His words were quiet... indulgent, the way an artist might speak to a masterpiece, still wet with paint. 

He said nothing more for a while; the silence between them growing taut, every breath magnified by the stone around them. She could hear the quiet scratch of his boots on the ground behind her, the whisper of fabric as he moved, always measured, even as his cock throbbed against her slick flesh. ..Fuck she wanted more.. The chain at the tiefling’s wrists rattled as she squirmed with discomfort and desire, the sound seemed to amuse him; she felt it in the soft, low chuckle that slipped from his throat.

His scent of vanilla and rosewood wrapped around her, rich and heady, until it felt like she was breathing him instead of air. His nearness filled the edges of her mind the way sunlight fills a room; warm, blinding, impossible to escape. When he finally spoke, his words came rough with want.

“You didn’t think I was finished with you?”

His hand clenched around the base of her tail, using it like a leash to angle her hips just so as he positioned himself behind her once more. Metal-tipped fingers moved to guide the swollen head of his cock to her dripping cunt, teasing her folds with light, maddeningly slow circles, urging throaty groans of lust from her parted lips.

“Now,” he murmured, voice low and certain, “where were we?”

Gortash lingered for a long moment, dark eyes tracing the aftermath of their little game. The swollen marks along Clandestine’s body throbbed under the lantern’s heat, while the chill of the dungeon air teased the sweat on her skin into a ripple of gooseflesh. He kept her tail in his grasp and gave it a slow, deliberate tug, just to watch her flinch. The small sound she made… that half-choked whimper… only deepened his desire. He had his bhaalspawn trembling, legs unsteady; his hold on her appendage became less restraint and more a cruel kind of support, keeping her upright when her knees wanted to give. “What a pretty mess you are.” His words were quiet... indulgent, the way an artist might speak to a masterpiece, still wet with paint. He said nothing more for a while; the silence between them growing taut, every breath magnified by the stone around them. She could hear the quiet scratch of his boots on the ground behind her, the whisper of fabric as he moved, always measured, even as his cock throbbed against her slick flesh. ..Fuck she wanted more.. The chain at the tiefling’s wrists rattled as she squirmed with discomfort and desire, the sound seemed to amuse him; she felt it in the soft, low chuckle that slipped from his throat. His scent of vanilla and rosewood wrapped around her, rich and heady, until it felt like she was breathing him instead of air. His nearness filled the edges of her mind the way sunlight fills a room; warm, blinding, impossible to escape. When he finally spoke, his words came rough with want. “You didn’t think I was finished with you?” His hand clenched around the base of her tail, using it like a leash to angle her hips just so as he positioned himself behind her once more. Metal-tipped fingers moved to guide the swollen head of his cock to her dripping cunt, teasing her folds with light, maddeningly slow circles, urging throaty groans of lust from her parted lips. “Now,” he murmured, voice low and certain, “where were we?”

Durgetash week day 2 - Bondage

with another bonus in the alt text 🥰

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