a collection of x f & gn!reader stories, some original, some fanfic variants of monster inspired smut scattered throughout march. mdni. this is heavily 18+. << monster fucker march
I really want to be eggpreg with Kar'niss' clutch. Being kept in the Underdark for it only, as his mate and beloved incubator. Constantly having my fertile womb pumped with soft shelled eggs while i squirm and moan to the sight of my body changing with his brood.
Kar'niss would be a devoted mate, of course. Always keeping his beloved warm and comfortable while the eggs weighs them down and their breasts grow supple with milk. He would build hammocks with spider web, feed them the most nutriticious nectar from the Underdark so his mate would be well nourished and strong to carry their hatchlings.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): anything you say goes, he'll kneel at your feet and ask you what can he do to help you, what do you want from him, he just lives to serve, he needs your guidance, you'll also find that more often than not, he is the one that needs the aftercare
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): genuinely everything about you, this man is so infatuated its a problem, if you let him he'd spend hours simply exploring your body, how perfectly you are made, what a gift you are to him, his worship of you desperate and aching
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he is definitely the kind to want to clean you up after he cums inside of you, he'll pull out and immediately lift your hips up to his face, his tongue delving deep within you
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he wants to breed you whether thats possible or not doesn't matter, he always holds onto you for a tad too long after he cums, grinding his hips against yours, holding your hips up at an angle, stroking your stomach before he moves to clean you up
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): i doubt that any experience he has had in his life really matters to how he is now, firstly being remade by Lolth herself and then being taken in by "the absolute", his old self is lost, but at least he can learn now, guide him gently or not and he is your willing student
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): on your back, your hips lifted high in the air supported by him, either for him to eat you out or to bury his cock in you
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): definitely more serious, if you laughed, he'd think you are laughing at him, his paranoia taking over
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he is pretty smooth and hairless, considering both the drow and the drider parts of him
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he is not exactly romantic, but he is very very passionate
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): he wants to watch you, he wants to see everything, he'll stand back eyes trained on you with such intensity, watching your every move, shivering when you look back up to him, when you are done he'll snatch your wrist up and clean your fingers with his tongue, thanking you for allowing him to watch you
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): body worship, praise, sub-dom dynamics, tying and being tied up
L = Location (favorite places to do the do): away from prying eyes, but he is not picky, whenever you want him he's more than happy to provide for you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): praise, kindness, being nice to him, call it whatever you want, he is like a starving dog, offer him some kindness and he'll follow your every wish like the kicked puppy that he is
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): degradation, he might be okay with you rough housing him a bit, you are his saviour, you are his everything, but talking down to him makes him snap
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he has a big oral fixation, he is sloppy, but whatever he lacks in technique he makes up for with enthusiasm, if you let him he'll spend hours between your thighs, barely coming up for air, whimpering at your taste
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): if you let him set his place he is fast and rough, mindlessly rutting into you with desperation, almost punishing you for his own need
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he loves them, but he is never good with being quick, you have to be the one to pull away if you want to get back to your business
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): no, firmly no, he is surprisingly vanilla about things, even if in the moment it doesn't appear for that to be the case
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): as a drider, his stamina is unnatural, and sometimes he forgets you are merely a mortal, so caught up in the pleasure and the feel of you he does not notice when you go limp with exhaustion, when he does notice he yanks himself away, apologising profusely
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he is not fond of them, he gets weirdly jealous, insecure about not being enough for you, angry and spiteful about it too
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can not tease you, it's just not something he is capable of, he stands at your beck and call, if you say stop he stops, afraid he's displeased you in some way
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he is loud, he talks and groans, he whimpers and pleads for you, he cannot keep himself quiet, you'll have to keep his mouth busy if you want him quiet, kiss him, shove your fingers down his throat, anything you'll give him, he'll take
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he'd probably enjoy switching up your dynamic every now and then, he'd never suggest it himself you'd still have to take the reigns on that, it'd take a second, for him to be comfortable to take charge, but once he does, he'd get so into it, roughly pulling you this way and that, ordering you, calling you pet, using you like nothing more than a doll
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): i know , i know the lore, i have a Lolth tattoo ofc i know the lore, however.......
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): its not so much that he needs sex, its the only way he can get as close to crawling under your skin as he can, being inside you, watching you fall apart cause of him, thats what he needs, thats what he breathes for
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): as a drider he doesn't need to sleep a lot, usually he'll wait for you to fall asleep and then its just him spending his night watching over you, whispering about how blessed he is, making sure nothing harms you
Flowers. Each bouquet conveys a different meaning and tells a hundred tales about his feelings for you. From the petal colours to the delicate ribbon holding the stems together, not a single detail was overlooked.
Enteries to both worlds. Invites to the most eloquent galas reserved for the noble class, elegent clothes and glittering jewellery. And warm heartfelt welcomes into the most popular tavrens for adventurers, even the dangerous ones greet you and Wyll with cold drinks and a warm meal.
A shoulder to lean on, someone to be your own hero. The royalty treatment becomes the norm for you, a quiet dance in your shared home, swaying slowly as the rain scatters against the windows outside.
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Karlach
Cheesy handmade coupons for hugs. Physical affection is a big part of the way she shows love, yet no hugs feel better than the ones she knows both of you want, rather than only her. These hand drawn coupons are to give her reassurance in a way that you also crave her embrace as much as she does.
Taking you out to her favourite spots. Introducing you to all her past and current friends. Absolutely involving you in every aspect of her inner circles and slowly integrating you into her world. She wants all the people that she loves to know each other, to be there, and to support each other. Friends, family, and neighbours, she craves a community.
Carrying your stuff. Be it your bags, equipment, or anything. She enjoys being strong for you, never letting you lift a heavy thing ever. Giving you her jacket if you get cold, even switching your shoes if yours are uncomfortable. Dress however you want, she knows how to fight after all.
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Gale
Homecooked meals. Frozen soup in food containers. You'll never go hungry with him around. Love is a major ingredient in each dish he makes, recipes passed down from generations. Restaurants' food becomes dull in comparison. No bakery dessert can compare to his home baked pie.
A picnic near the sea side. It's windy, the air is refreshing and nice. Waves come crashing gently, almost brushing against your feet before retreating back. Tara purrs in your lap, her wings warming your hand underneath it as you scratch her fur. Gale is by your side, telling you about a new discovery he made in his research. Content in staying by your side despite the crown laying at the bottom of the ocean in front of you.
Constellations seeming brighter, the sky looks as if it held twice as many stars than usual. There's a sparkle in his eyes, wrinkles at their edges from his smile.
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Shadowheart
Wine/non-alcoholic drinks and sweets. She has a taste for delicacies and sharing them with you. Whatever she picks, it's always somehow very rich in flavour, melts against the tongue, and the aftertaste is an experience by itself.
Takes you to her home, visiting her parents who welcomed you as if you were another child of theirs. For the first time in her life, she has a family, and she wants to include you in it. You are a part of it, after all. A part of her.
Nursing your sickness away, sticking with you through thick and thin. Even at your most ill of states. She doesn't pat an eye at you throwing up, sneezing, or not having the energy to shower. She helps you through it. She never judges you over it, unconditional love in its purest forms as she ensures your recovery.
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Astarion
Precious poetry he wrote himself. As much as he scoffs over anything too chessy, he can't help using his mother tongue and spinning endless lines about you in elvish in his private journal. On the rare occasion, giving you a glimpse through it. Pretending to leave his journal open by pure coincidence in front of you, on the exact page of the peom with your name on it.
The both of you traverse the underdark. He takes you to a special spot he found under a sussur tree. The blue glow of the silver branches lights up the edges of his hair like a halo, and your eyelids feel heavy with your head on his lap.
Stiching the holes in your clothes. Maintaining them in his free time and making sure they are cared for. Each piece that might hold a sentimental value to you or a precious memory receives special treatment from him. Sometimes, he stiches a joke or two into your undergarments that you don't realise until much later on.
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Laezel
Gifts you a sharp and expertly smithed sword. Silver in colour with various ruby red stones decorating the handle, it feels at home in your grip, specifically made for your hands.
Takes you as her guide through Faerun, let's you introduce her to the places you love, the things you like. You can tell her interest is genuine, he curiosity is evident as she tries everything you recommend to her.
Reads to you, each night she'd indulge your curiosities and read one of the many githyanki literature disks you've accumulated. Her voice never tires, she pronounces each word with care and emotion. It's beyond soothing, even her comments inbetween narrating the story never fail to make you smile.
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Halsin
Blessings of nature extend to you as well. The birds don't fly away when you approach, the tree branches don't get caught in your clothes, and the bugs take a polite detour around you as they crawl. He shares the love he received with you.
You've never seen so many children rush to you before, look up to you with respect, and search for guidance. He grants you the opportunity to raise the ones who will hold the torch after us, to imped your wisdom upon them, and help shape a better future.
Never growing cold again, buried deep against his soft fur as gaint bear paws hold you so softly. Despite the pouring snow outside, you sink deeper into his warm embrace. Cute round ears flicker in the corner of your vision, and you can't help but rub them alongside his soft belly.
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Minthara
jewellery, each one is unique and more expensive than the last. Various earrings with pearls and necklaces with glittering diamonds. Even a special one that hugs your neck deliciously, with her name on it. Body accessories hugging your curves and wrapping around you. A pair of matching rings.
Takes you into her heart, behind the iron walls, behind the mazes of ice. Shows you her tender beating vulnerable flesh, the small kindness she protected so fiercely and hid from the world. Her true love, yours for the taking and yours alone.
The disembodied heads of your enemies in a gift box wrapped for you, everyone who has ever wronged you has their skulls displayed on the shelves. She becomes your blade, your sword and shield.
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Karniss
Prayers. Offers them to you as he kneels, talking in a hushed tone as he begs a greater being for your safety, for your heart, and for you love. For their blessings upon him to shield you from the darkness, his split mind making him seeth in anger and hatred at all those who dared hurt or question you.
Brings you to his nest, a small cave with tight webs shielding the entrance. He teaches you how to slip through them, holds you close as he lifts you in his arms and makes passage inside. You're a very welcome addition to his home, his sanctuary.
Gifts you his venom regularly. Whether it's a kiss as his fangs slip past your soft lips and bleed venom down your throat, or a bite into the soft flesh of your neck that injects it directly into your veins. He builds up your resistance slowly so he may protect you from himself and anyone who tries to steal your life away.
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.
well, it’s happened. i wrote about the drider. i know, i’m shocked, too. based on #11 from this prompt list: "Louder. Let me hear you."
thar be smut beyond the read more, so you know what that means -
MINORS DNI
stripped (down to the bone) (kar’niss x gender neutral!reader, baldur’s gate 3)
The shadows are hungry. They wait, tongues lashing, beyond the circle of light illuminated by the moonlantern. They wait, and they watch.
Let them watch, you think with bated breath, the scrape of stone along your back sending a shiver through you. The outcropping of rock feels like a port in the middle of a storm, the rest of your surroundings shrouded in darkness, but you’re not afraid.
You’re free here, untethered, unburdened. The eyes of the ravenous shadows may rake upon your back, their mouths parted wide to swallow you whole, but you’re safe within the moonlantern’s glow.
You’re safe with Kar’niss.
“Show us,” he hisses, his claws tightening around the lantern. The staff creaks within his hold, his many eyes trained upon your body, two burning amber and the rest liquid black.
Your breath sticks in your throat, fire spilling through your blood at the depth of his gaze - the need there, the hunger.
Your fingers, clumsy with need, pull at the ties of your trousers. Kar’niss’ gaze remains unrelenting, watching the material bunch around your thighs and slip over your legs. His nostrils flare as your small clothes follow, the scent of your arousal thick in the air, but he remains frustratingly just out of your reach, the moonlantern swaying gently in his grip.
It isn’t until he sees your thighs part that you catch the shiver working through his abdomen, his many legs tensing as though in preparation to strike. Emboldened, you cant your hips and bare your entrance to his hungry gaze, relishing in the soft hiss he releases at the sight of your sex.
It mustn’t escape his gaze that you’re already wet, skin glistening from the hurried preparation you’d indulged in before the pair of you had departed from Moonrise Towers.
“Greedy,” his spits, his voice a strangled rasp.
You nod, unable to speak past the desire clogging your throat, throbbing deep within your belly. The drider speaks truth, the drider knows, because the drider is the same.
He watches your fingers drag over your belly, between your thighs, watches them stroke along your glistening sex, and then and only then does the drider move.
His legs create divots in the ground as he approaches you, teeth bared in a snarl.
“You dare to take what belongs to us.” Your chest heaves as his claws wrap around your hip, eyes tracking the sway of the moonlantern as it’s lowered to rest against a nearby boulder. The gravity of the gesture is not lost on you - for Kar’niss to part with the treasure bestowed upon him by the Absolute speaks to the depths of his desire for you, his greed.
You gasp as his claws wrap around your thighs, gripping the meat of your flesh and squeezing. He crowds against you, his torso bending over your own and strands of silver hair tickling your cheeks. The shadows and their ceaseless hunger disappear from your mind, banished in the wake of the drider’s burning gaze and the warmth of his flesh tucked firmly between your thighs.
“You crave us.” Kar’niss’ words trickle down your spine like rain, the drag of his claws along your inner thigh making you quake.
“Yes.” It’s little more than a hiss, your body pushing against the drider’s hold, needing more of his touch, needing him to soothe the empty ache between your thighs.
You hear his breath hitch as you bear down against him, watch through half-lidded eyes as he snarls, fangs catching the light from the discarded moonlantern.
“Show us,” he repeats, his words nearly swallowed by the hiss of his breath. You moan, a trembling, hungry thing, and do as he commands.
You thrust shallowly against him, panting, the drag of your sex along his flesh drawing a keen from your throat. Kar’niss surges beneath you, flesh growing hot, until the rigid plates below his navel part to bare his cock to the cold night air.
It drags against your sex, the head catching at your rim. You gasp at the sensation, fingers fumbling between your legs to wrap around the girth of him. Kar’niss twitches beneath your grip, his cockhead pulsing between your fingers, and you cry his name as you press your sex against his, smearing his fluids with your own.
The moment he slips inside is the moment your breath is stolen from you, your eyes staring wide and unseeing at the stretch of darkness above your heads as he parts your flesh, sinking in, in, in.
“Exquisite,” he breathes against your throat, his teeth dragging along the vulnerable skin as he buries his cock deep within your sex. You suck in a breath as your walls squeeze around him, your eyes closing at the blissful fullness. His voice spills against your ear, thick, hot. “Warm, soft. Ours.”
You moan a reply, a garbled yes that breaks upon your tongue the moment Kar’niss begins to move, his thrusts deep, aching. You feel the swell of him with each slow drag of his cock, the racing of his pulse with each fevered exhale against your throat.
“Louder,” he grunts, powerful arms twining about your waist and lifting your hips from your perch, allowing his cock to slide another aching inch within your sex and wrenching a cry from your throat. “Let us hear you.”
You fingers grope for his arms, wrapping around his shoulders and gripping tight as he fucks you. The darkness yawns around you, gaping, starving, but its hunger is a stale mockery of your own. Your mouth falls open on a trembling moan with each powerful thrust, and soon, your pleasured cries are ringing out into the darkness, coupled with the slick slap of skin upon skin and Kar’niss’ own low, raspy cries.
The shadows moan in agony, writhing at your every hungry cry. They see you, hear you, and you know that others must, too - the goblins you were sent to retrieve, the guards patrolling Moonrise Towers, maybe even the Absolute herself.
But they matter not. All that matters is this, here, Kar’niss a hot, heavy weight between your thighs and his eyes clouded with lust - brilliant, burning. You catch his fevered gaze and drag the sharp slant of his mouth to yours, and cry to the heavens as he drives you to completion.
Base Yandere Kar'niss Headcanons: The Delusional Drider's Darling (Baldur's Gate 3/BG3)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Happy Pride Season; this one is with monster fucking! It has Karniss being yandere for you, the gender-neutral reader, and the base yandere headcanons with it! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here, all my sexy muffins!]
(Disclaimer: Kar'niss is a Drider (Which is a half-spider, half-drow), and he is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yaneres is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you, and Happy Pride Season.
Trigger Warning/Content Warning: Slight Mentions of Grape/N*n-C*on, nothing explicit, but there is your warning. Please proceed with caution, thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Kar'niss X Gender Neutral Reader From Baldur's Gate 3-
.Lolth, the Queen of Spiders, threw out Kar'niss, and he has been damaged as a man.
.He is in the service of the absolute and would attack anyone who is against it.
.Then he met you and fell in love with you, as you were an adventure that came into the Underdark, and he wanted no, he needed you to be his and his alone.
.He is tragic in his own way and needs someone who will want and love him.
.He puts all his eggs in one basket and says that he wants you; he wants you to be the one to want him and to be his.
.So he becomes very, Very, VERY Obsessed making him an even more obsessive yandere that cannot and will not live without you.
.He would be a yandere who would make himself seem like he is helping you, leading you through the Underdark, but in reality he was leading you to a trap.
.This was so that he could have you as his and his alone, and you would belong to him and be his mate.
.He is a very possessive yandere and would not let you leave him or let anyone else have you because you will belong to him and him alone.
.He is a very delusional yandere who would have seen you as someone who was gifted to him as a reward from the absolute.
.He knows that you were meant to be his from the moment you were born and that the day he met you was the day your fate was starting.
.The fate of being his mate, his love, and possibly a co-parent to any children you two could maybe have in the future.
.So he is a yandere who fully one hundred percent believes that he and you were intertwined and destined to be together.
.This means that you are his, and no one else can have you but him, and that it is his right and duty to kill anyone who tries and takes you away from him.
.So he would not stand for rivals, and he would not be kind to any rivals that were in the picture; he would know that you were a gift for him, and that means he was not going to let anyone else have you.
.Even if it was someone you were with before you met him, it does not matter; you are his now, and that means only he can be with you.
.All rivals are going to be killed by him, and it does not matter how many there are or how much they claim to love you.
.They cannot have you, and no one can love you as much as he can. You and him were simply meant to be.
.He would also be a yandere who is devoted to you the same amount, if not more, that he is to the Absolute.
.The Absolute might be his queen, but you are his deity, a deity among men that was gifted to him, for him.
.He would treasure you and keep you safe all the time. Even if that means he has to restrain you.
.He would assume that if you fought against his obsessive yandere love and yandere devotion to you, you do not understand how much you love him or how much he loves you.
.The world had confused you and made you untrusting of the mate you were destined to be with.
.So he has to help you see the light and be able to accept that he loves you and you love him and that you will never leave him, ever.
.He is a protective yandere who would see the world as fair to dangerous for you, and that means you will be kept in his web, where you will not be allowed to leave unless he is by your side, because he is a yandere who will keep you safe, and that means not letting you wander away from him, away from where you belong.
.He has a fractured sense of self, and he does not know what he would be without you.
.His obsessive love is unwavering, and he needs you to be whole. He cannot go too long without you, or he would lose his mind. You are what makes him whole, and he cannot and will not lose you to anyone or anything, not even death!
.He will even break your legs if he has to; he does not want to hurt you, but if you cannot be a good darling, then he will have no choice but to hurt you.
.He wishes you would just accept him as your mate and him as your home, and then he would not have to do those things!
.He is a clingy and needy yandere and would need to fuck you and mark you, marking you his and his alone.
.This is a way he can remind himself and you that you belong to him and are his, a way for him as a yandere to own you and stake his claim on you.
.He is sure that if he fucks you enough times, you will learn to accept his love and finally love him as much as he loves you.
.He is a yandere who also needs you to love him; he needs you to show him that love, or else he might become erratic and frantic.
.He needs reminders that you are his and his alone and that you will never leave him.
.Once again, this is he is a very needy yandere and also, that he is a very unstable yandere as well.
.He does have a slight issue with his temper, and if you were to try and run away from him, he would lash out at you.
.Or if someone tried to save you, he would lash out at them.
.Sometimes, in his moment of rage, he can become a very jealous yandere, and he will make you his, whether you want it or not.
.He finds himself needing to fuck and claim you to calm down these rages and remind himself, which also helps him to soothe himself, that you are his and he is never going to lose you.
.When he confessed his love to you, it was after he kidnapped you, and he was ready to make love to you the first time.
.If you accept his love, the lovemaking will be tender and sweet, and you will be treated like someone he wants to cherish.
.But if you reject his love and turn down his love confession, he would snap into yandere rage and take your body without your agreement.
.See, he is a yandere who does not take rejection well and does not understand the concept of consent.
.All he knows is that he loves you and needs you, and that, in his mind, this is the only way for him to make you love him.
.He is a tragic yandere who does not know how to process a rejection, and sadly you are the one who pays the price.
.He is going to keep making you his, whether you want him to or not, until you love him or die from it.
.Even then, he will keep you as a corpse and assume that you are just in a deep sleep.
.He is a yandere who is so tragic he would not even understand that he lost the love of his life. It will be so much better for you if you accept his love.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins! Also, happy Pride Season 2026!]
Raven/Ray | he/they/it | 20 y/o | number 1 halsin & gortash enthusiast
requests: open
(requests can be sent in EN/PT/ES)
╰┈➤ Rules
I write for: All companions (now including Minsc!), Gortash, Orin, Raphael, Haarlep, Kar'niss, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor, Alfira, Jaheira, Durge, and probably some others i forgot about </3
needless to say I won't do stuff like pedophilia, zoophilia, non-con or anything like that. I also won't do yandere.
NSFW however is totally allowed.
honestly just don't be weird. if you don't know if I'm comfortable with something, send it in and I'll let you know.
the reader is always gender neutral unless stated otherwise
I delete asks when I don't have any ideas for them, so if I didn't answer yours, this is why. You can send smth else though!
╰┈➤ Masterlist
HEADCANONS
- ,, # Astarion x Rogue! Reader
- ,, # General Dating Headcanons (Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin)
- ,, # General Dating Headcanons (Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor)
DRABBLES
- ,, # All I Want (Astarion x Reader)
— Where Cazador's spawn find out about your secret relationship despite Astarion's best efforts to hide it and keep you safe.
- ,, # Masochism Tango (Gortash x Durge! Reader)
— He throws a ball with only one purpose in mind: to see his favourite assassin again.
- ,, # Blood On My Name (Wyll x Cleric! Reader)
— You kill someone for the first time and he's there to comfort you.
