#minthara x orin

[morgiah]

the idea of durge romancing minthara is soooo funny actually. like imagine being orin and not only does your cooler older sister come back after you tried to kill her to get her out of the way but she ALSO steals your woman

#minthara #orin the red #minthara x orin #bg3 #orinthara

[velwynn]

A bonus drawing for the Minthara Fuckers discord Valentine's day event, my interpretation of the prompt "different types of kisses"! Minthara giving and getting kisses from all the girls (gale is one of the girls)

#BG3valentines #velwynart #bg3 #minthara #minthara baenre #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #karlach #jaheira #orin #lae'zel #webweave #minthara x shadowheart #minthara x karlach #gale x minthara #minthara x jaheira #minthara x orin #minthara x lae'zel #galethara

[guccipussay]

hate-fuck type of stuff

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#minthara beanre #minthara x orin #orin the red #bg3

[lambf4rm]

Few things frighten me. Orin is one of them.

#orin the red #bg3 orin #minthara baenre #nightwarden minthara #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanart #fanart #my art #minthara x orin

[rolanpilled]

Modded Romance/NSFW Scenes

Here's some romance scenes I modded for certain ships. Warnings as some scenes are NSFW/uncensored.

God Gale (+Rolan)

Minthara x Orin - NSFW (this scene goes crazy, honestly)

Halsin x Zevlor - NSFW

Haarlep x Raphael - NSFW

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #raphael #haarlep #minthara #orin #gale #god gale #rolan #bg3 raphael #halsin #zevlor #halsin x zevlor #raphael x haarlep #minthara x orin #gale x rolan #bg3 gale

[vibingandsimping]

More random intimate positions/scenarios! Pt.2

Morally grey/villain characters this time!

Forewarnings: Dark content… including things like ownership, stalking, gore + obsession. Some pure fluff though :)

(I apologize for this being considerably longer compared to the others. I have been playing some more plus researching the lore. I feel more confident in my understanding of the characters and my writing.)

Gortash had his fingers wrapped around your chin as he beckoned you to look at him. You’re sat in his lap with your hands rested atop his shoulders. His expression is content with how closely pressed you are to his body. He could savor your warmth and read you so intimately. His brown eyes meet yours with a certain warmth laced in all the unwavering dominance. His lips quirk into a smirk as he watches your poorly built facade begin to crumble. His spare hand runs along the small of your back slowly… beckoningly. He'd be the hero of Baldurs Gate soon. He'd have all the power he dreamt of as a boy. Don't you wish to share that with him? His chest purrs when you keen into his touch. Good. He knew you could be a pretty thing for him. Such a formidable foe and he’d have you right by his side.

Minthara had her arms wrapped around your frame protectively. No matter how large or small you were in comparison. She was determined to hold you and plant some sort of reassurance into you. The way she regarded you was not that of any other. No, you were special to her and the woman realized it may not be so clear. She may be a cruel and a standard "drow", but beyond that there was an affection for you within her heart. She plants a kiss against the back of your shoulder-blades and it draws a shudder. Her muscles tighten around you as she presses her face into your shoulder, hot breath washing the junction of your neck and the flesh of your shoulder. You resist a second shudder. Unbeknownst to you, she’d follow you even if it was fruitless. Nothing was shaking her now that she was wrapped around you.

Orin's blade travels down your chest. It was gentle yet sharp... she wasn't particularly aiming to harm you but the thin streak of blood was enticing. The wound was so shallow it barely bubbled- just enough to alert her she broke the skin. Everything about the way she gazed at you was unhinged. You knew if she had pupils they'd be dilated. She draws her face downwards and laps at the tender flesh while you draw a shaky inhale. The whispers of praise and wishes for more barely reached your ears beyond the thrum of your heart. The slimy feel of her tongue worming it’s way up to your collarbones hitch your breath and you watch carefully. Each movement breeds more anticipation- she was soaking in your torment. She was wicked, truly, she devoted herself to you. You’d never understand her… but did you have to?

Ketheric’s hand laced with yours as you walked to his side. He was laid on his throne with open thighs as he acknowledged your presence. The man was aged and once a father. Well, technically still but Isobel regarded him with disowning. He long burned that bridge from his desperation and despair. You entered his life and turned things around. Everyone in Moonrise had never seen him so soft since he lost his daughter and wife. You took a seat on one of his thighs as he drew your hand to his face. His lips planted a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and then along your wrist. His beard tickled and caused you laugh, struggling against his hold as he stubbornly refused to let you go. When he finally did his lips were quirked upwards and there was a twinkling in his eye. He never thought he’d take a lover again… so he was glad when you broke down his walls. He’d once curse you for being persistent but now he’d praise you for it.

Raphael tugs on the invisible leash that was wrapped around your neck. You jerk forward on the bed as you kneeled with palms balancing you on the lush fabric. His wings were on grand display as his typically slicked hair tussled ever so slightly. Expression dark and expectant as you slowly crawled toward him. His brows furrowed as he tutted impatiently, a leg swinging out to hook around your thigh and jerk it underneath you. You collapsed as he drew you towards him with little patience. You now sprawled across his lower abdomen and crotch as his chest rumbles in amusement. Your skin burned with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. The hold he had on you, literally and figuratively, elicited a deep part of your brain. One that wished so carnally to be claimed… to be owned. Raphael would see to that, he promised, with one hand stroking your hair. You were such a sweet thing… and if you weren’t so persistent he’d lock you up for himself.

Kar’niss thought of you as a blessing. Truly, a drider like him didn’t deserve such an angel. He was supposed to be punished for all eternity for his shortcomings. He failed once and will never see to being a normal drow again. That’s why it didn’t make sense for him to be rewarded- but who is he to look at a gift with ungratefulness? He always holds you so tenderly… his body shockingly cold. He’s restless today, you note, as his eight legs skitter and his hands curl at you. There’s a flittering look in his face. A hunger he tried to conceal. When you question, he answers truthfully, drider need to feed on blood to survive. Every four days or he’d succumb to weakness and eventually die an empty husk. You offer yourself and he checks you for any hesitancy before diving in. He pierces the flesh with his sharp nails before indulging in the crimson that flowed. Between suckles and licks, he praises you for your generosity. Endless ‘thank you’s’ flow as much as your blood. He’s sure he’d never fallen deeper in love… or was it infatuation?

Haarlep knew their affection for you was essentially forbidden. Raphael handed you as a toy to them. Nothing more and nothing less- they should regard you only for his entertainment. They somehow found themselves wanting to indulge in your mind rather than your flesh after some time. It was your softness that first stunned them and foiled their pure-desire. Raphael never touched themself with such… they could barely find the word. Gentleness? Regard? They’d lay with you after your shared bliss and inch their nails down the side of your hip as you detailed your life. With a hand propping their head; they seemed enchanted. Mesmerized by how simple yet complex of a creature you were to them. Haarlep was a succubus and spent their life serving that purpose. They almost felt jealous of the freedom you held in life. They couldn’t help but find themselves fantasizing a life where you two lived in better circumstances. It was all a fantasy, though, they knew it with a bittersweetness.

Durge had always watched you from afar. Stalking, following and admiring. You caught their gaze amongst the crowd as they deliberately chose their next victim. You would’ve been easy. You didn’t hold yourself with a particular air in the ranks of Baldur’s Gate. Another citizen lost to the crazed killings of a maniac. It wasn’t until you’d noticed you had a secret admirer did your hackles raise. You could feel a pair of eyes on you at the most inopportune times. Then, came the letters at your doorstep detailing how they defied their nature. You could’ve been another hung corpse but instead they wished to wrap their mind around your heart and their lips amongst your neck. A shiver ran through you… a mix of disgust and a strange intrigue? Surely it was the way the letters were so detailed and deranged. You would’ve ignored it all until the stalking emboldened. You saw their figure in the window at night and through the alleyways. It was only a matter of time before they struck and claimed you as theirs. You’d simply have to keep an eye over your shoulder and hold a dagger close. If you could even strike them, that was.

#my writing #my thoughts #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate iii #bg3 x reader #enver gortash #enver gortash x reader #minthara #minthara x reader #orin the red #orin x reader #ketheric thorm #ketheric x reader #raphael #raphael x reader #kar’niss #karniss x reader #durge #durge x reader #dark content #haarlep #haarlep x reader

[sorcerous-caress]

Can you do an aftercare breakdown of how all the dommy mommies might treat Reader post-fuck/kink session? This is Mintharaheart anon, I’m baptizing myself.

After care | bg3 women

[ Fluff, smut, nb!reader, blood in Orin's part ]

[Karlach, Minthara, Shadowheart, Laezel, Orin ]

Karlach

You're out of breath, as if you've ran a long tiring marathon. The ache in your bones pleaded for you to lay down on something soft, something warm, something-

"I've got you, soldier, just relax."

Karlach is very warm to the touch, a comforting embrace that washes away all the aftermath of the adrenaline pumping in your veins. Her large fingers slowly caress your body, making you melt against her touch and relax all of your muscles.

It's only when she speaks again, do you realise you were falling asleep. "Awh man, i really wore you out, huh?" Your eyes open up, you don't remember closing them, attempting to meet her flaming eyes but it's being proven a struggle as of now.

"Shh it's alright" she cuddles more against you, her warmth becoming your whole world. And what a comfort inviting world it was. "I've got you" she repeats, "sweet dreams."

Minthara

Something you've noticed about her, is that her breathing always faded in with the background. No matter how many times you laid beside her with your eyes closed, it was hard to pick up on where the night started and where the Minthara ended.

She blended in too perfectly. If it wasn't for her head laying on your chest, then you might have suspected she wasn't breathing at all.

But you could feel it, her heartbeat, the one thing she couldn't silence away.

The way you held her, as if she could slip away from you, as if the wind might carry her off. You held her as if you could put her whole together again with your embrace alone in case she ever breaks.

Minthara rarely spoke during those times, the quiet, tender moments where she let herself be vulnerable. Bared weakness and tore her wall down for just a couple minutes before the harsh world pulled her back in the front lines of duty.

Shadowheart

Laying together on the soft covers, the two of you have been gazing into each other's eyes for a while. Memorising each other's faces and embedding the other's eye colour into your own souls.

Who knew green could look so beautiful, so mesmerising.

She'd normally tease you for this, call you a love struck puppy. But she can't manage to form any clever combacks now, not when your face was so close to her, your lips glistening and neck covered in all the marks she's left on you.

She swallows down, your eyes follow the movement of her throat.

"We should get cleaned up." she makes no point to move, "maybe a bath."

You nod.

Neither of you gets up just yet. She doesn't call you out on it, and you don't mention how it was her own idea.

Just a little bit more, a little time more for the both of you before you have to wake up from this dream.

Laezel

She doesn't see the point in cuddles, she made it clear to you long ago.

You wonder how would the old Laezel feel if she saw the current Laezel now, clinging to you with her head buried where your shoulder meets your neck.

In a way, you've also changed. You've gotten better at handling it, her intense raw emotional in bed. The ache in your body is much easier to manage now, even feels a little refreshing.

Both of you made space for the other, both of you adapted to be able to hold each other even closer now.

Her hair is very soft, brownish strands sliding through your fingers as you play with it. She makes no effort to stop you.

Orin

The smell of rubbing alcohol has stopped being so harsh to your nose long ago, it's more of the norm now. Although that might have been the light-headedness caused by the bloodloss doings.

Disinfect, dry, and then bandage the cuts. It was the usual routine.

Orin did most of the work. You could relay on her expertise to take care of your wounds, it even gave her a chance to admire her own work, she said.

It actually kinda grew on you, seeing her all giddy and giggling away at the sight of red in your veins. It was almost endearing in her own twisted way.

Her long hair swished behind her as she moved around you in excitement steps, tending to every wound that she was personally the cause of.

Being extra careful in getting in bed with you after, making sure not to press against any sore spots, for now, at least.

She always sang your praises afterwards, told you how simply ravishing you looked, truly a masterpiece of art.

You'd always drift off into slumber on her lap before she finished her speech, she never minded.

#♡shart #♡Karlach #♡Orin #♡Minthara #♡laezel #♡fluff #♡dom mommies #♡Mintharaheart anon #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #minthara x reader #laezel x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 fluff #nb!reader

[mlady-magnolia]

The Dark Urge has two hands!

She had more, but Orin stole them…

#when you lose your memories and steal your sisters girlfriend before meeting back up with your accidental ex #just durge things #durgetash #durge x minthara #durgethara #minthara baenre #bg3 minthara #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #orin the red #bg3 orin #bg3 #bg3 fanart #magnolia draws #art #oc: dark urge corinna #minthara baenre my beloved #enver gortash my beloved #orin the red my beloved

[lexch4n]

Durge kills her sister and become Bhaal’s chosen, wow she’s not redeemable now Gale stop trying

Previous Durge Post

#artwork #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 durge #dark urge #gale of waterdeep #minthara #minthara x durge #jaheira #astarion #orin the red #I didn’t think orin’s death would make me feel bad but here we are #this is one of the last dump of drawings for this play through #I’m almost done and I’m sad #BUT. I will do a third full evil durge playthrough #bg3 spoilers

[foxx-queen]

the my minthara is living in my head rent free

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #karlach #minthara #karlach x minthara #karalach x minthara x tav #yes im tagging it as that because im in a relationship with minthara and yet she says this hjksdf #we all have two hands #insane to me that she says this. like. its so hard to get them both as companions and yet. minthara is the only person who gets a name #if orin kidnaps halsin gale or lae'zel karlach says my druid/wizard/githyanki #she just as easily could've said my paladin or my drow or something #but no. its my minthara. #my!!! minthara!!!! #tav: our minthara #karlach and minthara both being possessive of you/each other hsdkjf canon #they dont want to share you with anyone but looks like they'll share u with each other mayhaps

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

More BG3 Quotes because God has forsaken his creations

Tav: So, how have you been?

Durge: Oh, you know, doing fine! But lately there has been a darkness growing within me.

-

*At Baldur's Gate, confronting Gortash*

Durge: WOAH, WOAH, WOAH. Hold up, were- were we a THING?!

Gortash: *gasps* You remember dearest?!

Durge: ...Holy shit I had horrible standards.

Gortash: ...what?

Durge: *turning to Astarion* Babe, look at this. I must have had, like, rock bottom standards back in the day 'cause this is embarrassing.

Astarion: I know, darling, but you've certainly improved since then.

Gortash, fighting back tears: I'm right here you know.

-

Halsin: So, enlighten me, how did you get a harem of both Karlach and Minthara?

Tav: Oh, it's not my harem. It's Minthara's.

Halsin: ...eh?

Karlach, carrying Minthara piggyback over a stream: Got you over, doll!

Minthara: Thank you, dear one. Where is the male? I require foot rubs next.

Tav: COMING DEAR!

Halsin: ...Well they seem happy?

-

Jaheira: Why are Lae'zel and Shadowheart facing away from each other?

Gale: They had a fight.

Jaheira: Then why are they holding hands?

Gale: They get sad when they fight.

-

*at the Temple of Bhaal*

Orin: Aw, look at it. It's mind meat is all twisted up. Have you forgotten the way home, slaughter-kin?

Durge: ...I remember it all. I remember a little girl I tried to protect from father's voice. I remember my beloved niece who I would have eviscerated the world to protect. I remember trying to shield you from the path I walked. I held you, nurtured you, I LOVED you and cursed the fate that Bhaal had given you! *chokes back tears* I wanted to SAVE you!

Orin: I DO NOT NEED SAVING!

Durge: ...No, I suppose not. *summons their staff to them* I'm going to end this, Orry. I'm going to kill you, spill your blood across this altar and then- then the world will finally be safe. From you. From US. It's time to end this Orry. I'm sorry. I love you.

Orin, tears of blood running down her cheeks: I DON'T! I HATE YOU! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!

Durge: ...I'm sorry, Orry.

#incorrect super smash bros #Baldur's Gate #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Tav #Durge #Gortash #Lord Enver Gortash #Astarion #Karlach #Minthara #Shadowheart #Lae'zel #Jaheira #Gale #Gale Dekarios #Orin #Orin the Red #Durge x Astarion #Durge x Gortash #Tav x Karlach #Tav x Minthara #Karlach x Minthara #Tav x Karlach x Minthara #bg3 bhaalspawn

[lotreckk]

i am the face of love's rage

[orin x minthara x the dark urge]

#art #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #orin the red #minthara #the dark urge #orin the red x dark urge #dark urge x minthara #orin the red x minthara #orinthara #bg3 dark urge #oc: anariet #my art #my ocs #my oc

[ilikedetectives]

Never knew I needed Minthara in Sailor Moon anime style

#Minthara #minthara baenre #Baldur's Gate 3 #tav x minthara #nightwarden minthara #Minthara x Kalius #my sailormoon side is showing #picrew #Kalius' hands on her face tho awwww #this is how I imagine first night back with Kalius after being kidnapped by Orin will go TT-TT

[superobservationdreamwitch]

Orin: ur bond is false 😠

Anyways, happy drow lesbians<3

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate tav #minthara x tav #bg3 minthara #minthara baenre #minthara #minthara x durge #minthara bg3 #drow durge #drow tav #drow #zethino #orin #orin bg3 #orin the red

[optiwashere]

Minthara/chef’s choice, E7

You would. Thanks for requesting this! 💜

You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!

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E7. While relaxing at camp, Character A begins to suspect that Character B is Orin in disguise

"Aren't you a welcome sight?" Shadowheart patted the stool next to where she knelt on her long-disused prayer rug in front of her tent. "Come, sit with me."

Minthara had hardly come out of her evening trance before Shadowheart called upon her. She sat there in her nightclothes, silver hair curiously still in its tight braid. She smiled at Minthara, a wide smile that showed her teeth.

"Why are you awake at this hour?" asked Minthara.

"Sleep's eluded me for a while. I figured a bit of prayer would do me good."

Minthara replied slowly, lingering on the syllables. "Of course. At least there's no dreadful sun burning us in the night."

"Afraid you'll be burnt to a crisp?"

"The sight of it nauseates me." Minthara approached slowly. "When did you resume your prayers?"

Shadowheart smiled again, tilting her head to one side. "I suppose it was recently. Easier to pray without that dreadful sun hiding the moon."

"Yes," Minthara agreed, though she stopped walking at once. She glanced to either side. Nobody else was awake. "And which goddess have you decided is owed your allegiance, after all?"

"The one that stops you from melting in that torturous sunlight, all of your skin sloughed clean off and left to rot."

Hairs stood up on the back of Minthara's neck. Her breaths burned as they accelerated in her chest, and she felt sweat begin to form on her forehead.

These words. So familiar.

That smile.

The creature that wore Shadowheart's form smiled again, flashing her pearly teeth. Slowly, the grin slid into a grimace.

"You look as if you've seen the living dead, my love," said the creature in Shadowheart's voice.

A familiar sensation washed over Minthara, one that had been suppressed the last time she stood before this woman. Fear. The need to turn and run. Pounding in her skull like a headache but twice as vicious screamed for her to get away. Now. But another thought fought against the overwhelming roar of self-preservation.

Where, then, is Shadowheart?

"Your camp's paltry defenses were almost difficult to puncture, at first." A snap of bone cracked through the air as Shadowheart's head suddenly crooked to one side. With a flourish of silver hair turning a dull, waxy yellow, Orin stood up and grinned. She brandished her curved, crimson knife. "But like any spine, the touch of a blade slices clean until only we remain. My darling web spinner, how I have missed the way your body drips with fear-scent."

#bg3 fanfiction #minthara baenre #shadowheart #minthara x shadowheart #orin the red #my fic #anotheropti prompt fics #OK one thing I do wish BG3 did was take your romance if you have one (like BG2 which Orin's kidnapping is clearly inspired by) #I think that would be infinitely more interesting than taking someone that's not in your party #and most people bring their romanced companion along with them!

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

It kinda drives me nuts that Gortash spills the whole Absolute plan in front of everyone at the Coronation. What the hell man, I know you're killing everyone after I leave, but still?

In front of everyone? Anyway, what if Durge went to visit him the night before? What if he spoke some phrase that was meant as an invitation that only the Durge would know or be insane enough to know it's for them?

#bg3 #bg3 dark urge #enver gortash #i saw a comic where tav had to hold everyone back from charging into three boss fights and thought the idea was fantastic #astarion #minthara #orin the red #wyll ravengard #karlach #bg3 dark urge oc #durgetash #durge x gortash