#baldurs gate romance

[demigoddessqueens]

Love letters - day 14

previous chapters on ao3

saving the best, Rolan, for Valentine’s Day

My dear one,

First off, let me start this letter by saying that you are so stubborn in your convictions that I would be a fool to try and discourage you from your travels. Yet I still hold you to the promise that you return back swiftly.

I am not so entirely used to have one to care for, save for Cal and Lia, but you have more of an effect than you realize on certain characters. Sleep escapes me on some nights, lying awake just wanting to know where you are and if you are safe.

I have never been a sentimental fool, but I want you to be back soon, save for one occasion I implore I want to spend with you.

Will you please come back to me? Please. Just come back soon to the Tower, to everything, back to me.

Signed,

With the utmost admiration and love in his heart,

Rolan

[ellnick]

"I wish someone would write a fic where-"

Gimme. I'll do it. Send me asks. I want your headcanons. I want so badly to write and my brain is so fuzzy that I can't think of anywhere to start.

[spicybardjj]

Cuddle pile polycule with Astarion, Halsin and my Tav, Juno. Post game imagine where for some reason Starion is sun immune lol. Wanted to draw them with an early morning lie in... maybe post.... morning activities😏?

I was starting to overwork the colours on this one and liked the loose rough splashes of colours from my underpainting more. Might revisit at some point-- also lots of "details" I really liked in the individual poses that are covered by clothes and limbs lol

[random-introverted-blog]

Screenie provided by, what a surprise the bestest Shadowheart simp @ethelspetals

[bludermaus]

For a romance added so late in the game dev cycle, The Emperor is a great romance!

Now hear me out! I know everyone here loves the romances and me too! Lae'zel, Karlach, Wyll, Gale, Astarion, Shadowheart, everyone is great and fantastic BUT... slightly rushed IMO?

When I first played the game I almost didn't romance anybody because the game expects you to start it in Act 1 and like.... I don't know about you folks but I don't romance character in games just to check it out, I need some attachment to them, some emotional investment first, and asking me to do that in Act 1 - which is very early in the grand scheme of things - was a bit too soon for me.

So here I am, chastised by Withers for not romancing anybody, literally calling me maidenless, we finish Act 2 and all that and then we meet The Emperor. Okay, dude was actually a squid, that's a cooler reveal than I thought, let's be cordial and carry on following mission squiontrol.

The thing is... there was already some attachment to The Emperor by that point. Yes, we did only talk to him through the Dream Guardian illusion but... you've been with him for dozens and dozens of hours in a way, then you have some conversations with him. He opens up with you, you have the chance to be nice to him, maybe hold his hand in a conforting manner, give him a hug when he's the Dream Guardian shape.... there's a very real and amazing emotional buildup to the romance scene.

Yes, it is open to those that have been antagonistic to him (which I think is stupid, the romance scene shouldn't exist if you've been a dick to him, not just stab him in the creche) but like... if you've been nice to him, hugged him, listened to his venting and sadness about Stelmane's death (regardless of their true relationship, he is legit sad about her passing), held his hand, comforted him... like, it is a very very nice romance.

Also add to the fact that you can just show him that you like him for what and who he is, tentacles included. If you ask him to be the Dream Guardian during the romance scene he's way more forward and active with the kissing and all that... but if he is himself, the squiddie, he is... kinda shy? He's allowing you to go first and lead on, almost as if he wants to enjoy this, he misses someone to connect with but isn't used to doing that as himself, there always had to be a layer of deceit and protection for himself before... but now with you he can be himself.

And I think that's beautiful for such a late-included romance.

As much as I'd love Larian to include more Emperor content, I'm quite happy with what we have........ although maybe remove the "I will erase their memory of our night together" line from the game, it wasn't there before and it's kinda weird. It feells like a cop-out for not wanting to record Lae'zel roasting you for Fornicating With A Mind Flayer™️ and I'd have loved to have seen her do that!

[neontokyoo]

He a bottom fs but I desperately need Raphael to just pin me down and fuck the living shit outta me yk?????? I love him a little bit……

STOP THIS IS SO REAL BAHAHA

THIS IS THE RAPHAEL APPRECIATION BLOG 🤣

Like if you know me at all, I am absolutely OBSESSED with that man. He’s my go-to fr (Excluding Astarion and Halsin, ofc ❤️‍🔥) but GAH-LEE DO I LOVE RAPHAEL

I honestly like him as a bottom tho. Probably one of my only favs who are actually confirmed to be submissive lmao I’m taking whatever I can get 🤣

[zanytrickster]

[alderaanplacesss]

If you ever had a crush on David Bowie (particularly in Labyrinth) you’re going to choose Astarion to romance in Baldur’s Gate 3. Sorry I don’t make the rules.

[hyperfixationstation128]

Through Blaze of Fire, I'll Find My Way

Chapter Three: A Captain Named Cutler

Rated: NSWF

Pairing: Original Non-Canon Character x Named F!Tav

18+MDNI: Shameless smut, pirate themes, dom!M!OC/switch!tav, name-calling, hitting, and rough sex.

Summary: Arcane finds herself in need of passage to Waterdeep to hunt down her grandfather's stolen possessions. A ruggedly handsome sea captain offers to take her... for a price.

Words: 2506

The summers were warm on Mintarn, not like they were in Daggerford. Here, the sun shone unabashedly, the skies were clear, and at night... The stars painted the open night sky. It was a familiar environment, the sound of waves, the hustle of her work; all the comforts of home, one could say... save for the relieving lack of drunken fathers and conniving Wizards who wished to steal her away as a child bride.

It was Mintarn, the city that “asked no questions and turned no one away” that was her haven four years ago when she washed upon the shore, skin burning red from the sun and throat so parched, she’d have likely died from drinking the seawater. Now, she was a grown woman, 21 years old and living her life freely as she chose! And thankfully, on Mintarn, there were no rules, no laws, no strings to hold her back from practicing her magic. And practice, she did. She had frequented all the bookshops she could find in the city, stealing away with whatever tomes, textbook, or magnum opus she could get her hands on to practice, not like she really needed them, anyway.

It appeared that the mere change in environment, the sun on her skin and the salt in the air, had done just the trick to opening something of a Pandora’s Box inside of her. She had never felt more in touch, more comfortable with the Weave than she did during her time spent on this lawless island. She had floated freely inside the Astral Plane, conjured magical gateways into secret, hidden places, she had even made the sea something of a plaything for her. Whenever the mood struck, she would stand on the shore, arms outstretched and with a mere flick of her wrist, the tide heeded her beck and call. She had always felt at home on the water, the feeling of weightlessness it brought, the feeling of serenity. It reminded her of the feeling she had on the day of her mother’s funeral, the day Mystra held her in her hand.

She hadn’t heard the goddess’s call since that day, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to. She knew the legends and myths, how she was a jealous god, how mortals were merely balls of clay for her to shape as she wished. Skeptical as she was of the goddess, she still made sure to thank her every day for her gifts. Without them... Well, Arcane tried not to think about that.

Of course, as it always seemed to be, peace was not meant to linger in her life long. It was a day like any other when she received an urgent message from Pangur, her lifelong companion using his teleporting powers to deliver letters back and forth between Arcane’s sister, Naoisa, when he stumbled through his portal, silver-striped fur standing on edge. Through heavy pants and a quaking voice, he reported that her father, ever the bastard, had been selling Grandfather’s things! His precious memories now scattered across Faerûn. The rage she felt upon hearing the news nearly led to another cracked earth incident.

It was that very night Arcane had scouted the nearby tavern for a ship captain from whom she’d barter passage to Waterdeep, where it was rumored her Grandfather’s amulet had been sold to a rather significant, albeit closed-fisted, merchant in the city’s Trades Ward.

That sea captain, as it would turn out, presented himself by the name “Cutler Hayward”. He was an older human, about mid thirties, she guessed. Dark, salt-and-pepper hair, rolled into tightened locs, framed his strong, stoic face, piercing sea blue eyes starkly contrasted against his umber skin. He wore a blue reefer jacket over a poet blouse, the laces of which hang loosely to expose a deep, white scar that marred his skin.

Upon meeting this stunning man, Arcane couldn’t help but feel a fire stir within her. A flame set deep inside her core only fanned further when he flashed his dashing smile at her. She had approached Captain Cutler in this rowdy tavern, ale in hand as tribute; one which he accepted graciously, eyes lingering over her figure with such a hunger she’d never before seen in a man. It left her feeling deliciously helpless.

Of course, after hearing her plea for passage to Waterdeep, Cutler cackled. “A mere tithe is what you offer me in exchange for a trip? And what makes you think I would accept such an offer, lass?”

“Because,” She leaned over the table, allowing her loose shirt to hang shamelessly, exposing the soft curve of her breasts. “I can offer you pleasures beyond this waking world. Grant me a safe voyage to Waterdeep, and I’ll grant you something worth more than the gold in my pocket.” Her words lilted off her tongue in a soft sigh, hungry pale green eyes peering up from her dark eyelashes.

The Captain, of course, eventually accepted her offer, after Arcane spent a little more than she cared to on a dozen tankards of ale. And to thank him for his generosity, Arcane met him in his quarters.

It was there she currently found herself, sprawled across the swan bed’s heavenly mattress in nothing but her undershirt. Her lips were swollen and bruised from their previous clash of tongue and her naked thighs rubbed anxiously against each other, dying to give her wet, yearning heat any form of stimulation. Cutler stood at the side of the bed, his blue eyes leering at her like some hulking, starving predator. He shimmied himself out of his coat, abandoning it on the floor, his hands sliding down his body to undo his belt buckle.

“I thought I told you to undress completely, wench.” with deft hands, he undid the buckle and whipped the belt from his hips, cracking it with a resounding snap!

Arcane quaked, the goosebumps that rose on her skin sending another delicious chill from top to toe. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she slunk her way onto her knees in front of him, deft hands palming his cock through his trousers. Her head fell back as she gazed at him, eyes drunk with lust. Cutler groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

“Soon… I want to taste you, first.” She made a show of presenting her tongue, lips pulled into a wide smile. Her fingers tugged at the drawstring of his pants, eagerly working them down his legs until his thick, veiny cock sprung freely. Arcane swallowed thickly, practically salivating at the thought of him in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around him, gently pumping, her thumb being sure to caress the thick vein that bulged along his length.

The Captain hummed a low moan as she worked his cock, hand tightening in her hair. “I, ah, I thought you told me you were going to show me something magical.” he hissed as she cupped his balls, massaging them gently, and ran her tongue from base to tip. “I can have anyone jerk me off, enchantress, cast your spells.”

Arcane chuckled, pulling away from his dick. “As you wish, Captain.” Purple light enveloped her skin, illuminating the pair in a delicate, magical glow. As she took him into her mouth, a new pair of arms wrapped themselves around Cutler’s shoulders, caressing his face; lips sucking and nipping at his nape of his neck. Arcane felt the Captain shudder under her conjured touch, viewing his sweet pleasure in her mind’s eye as her duplicate tugged his shirt over his head, her hands roaming his scarred naked chest. The duplicate littered kisses down his strong, sweat-covered back, the taste of his salt faint on Arcane’s tongue. She worked his trousers all the way off, taking a moment to playfully bite his posterior.

As the duplicate worked on roaming her hands about Cutler’s body, fingers pinching at his hardened nipples, Arcane’s head bobbed back and forth on his cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off. Her own hands fanned over his body, tiny electric shocks emanating from her fingertips causing his muscles to spasm and twitch. Cutler panted and grunted, his hips bucking slightly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Arcane’s throat.

“Ahh…! Fuck! Fuck this! I need you, now!” He growled, a delightful sound that left Arcane weak. He yanked her head back, his cock leaving her mouth with a slight wet pop, and threw her back on the bed only to grab her ankles and pull her to him. Arcane yelped and laughed, only to be silenced by Cutler’s lips crashing against her own. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, grinding his hardened shaft against her slick pussy, pulling away only to aim himself at her entrance.

She wasn’t about to let him in so easily. Her hand shot up, an iridescent purple and blue force holding him back. Cutler growled in frustration, Arcane only giggled at this, sitting up to toss her shirt aside, eyes scanning the room to see where he’d thrown his tri-fold hat. When she saw it, she immediately called it to her, affixing it atop her head and forcefully throwing the Captain onto the bed, conjured chains holding him spread eagle, open for Arcane to take as she pleased. She and her duplicate crawled over him, a flurry of ravenous lips and teeth and tongues covering his body with bright red lovemarks. Cutler squirmed beneath the pair, gasping and growling, silenced only when Arcane threw her legs over either side of his head and took her seat on his mouth.

A pleased moan escaped her lips as her hips ground against his face, hands furled in his thick, black locs. His tongue hungrily lapped at her pussy, eating her out like she was the sweetest fruit he’d ever tasted, tongue flicking against her clit with fervent furocity. Meanwhile, their conjured companion continued to suck and deepthroat his cock, her head bobbing up and down, leaving remnants of her aura lingering in the air as she did so. Lightning zapped itself across Arcane’s body, her building orgasm imminent. Her nerves stood on edge, her skin felt set aflame, and her muscles twitched as she continued to grind and buck against Cutler’s mouth, and with a few more steady, wild rock of her hips, she came; at the exact moment a loud clap of thunder boomed in the sky outside. Her thighs clamped over the man’s head, her climax coating the man’s face and dripping down her thighs. Her head threw back, and a high squeal jumped from her throat, echoing about the cabin. Her release washed over her like a tidal wave before settling to a gentle wave as she rode out her orgasm, remnant shockwaves shooting still through her core.

Arcane slid down his chest, her duplicate and conjured chains now dissipated, breasts heaving with every heaty pant. She tasted the salt that coated her upper lip, the subtle twitch of her cunt, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been with men before yes, but none ever devoured her so reverently. Her mind felt dizzy, eyes glazed over in a satiated stare. But the Captain was not done yet. Finally free of her chains, his rough hands seized her waist, lifting her up and slamming her front against the mattress. He hooked his arm around her hips and lifted her onto her knees.

“This isn’t over yet, enchantress!” He pressed himself at her swollen entrance. Arcane felt his breath hot against her ear as he snarled, “I’m going to savor each moment fucking this sweet, tight hole of yours. You will see the gods by the time I’m done with you.” He teased her slick opening with his tip, the heat that roared through her body nearly consuming her. And in swift thrust, he entered her. Arcane let out a sharp gasp that strangled into a high, breathless squeak. Fuck, he was bigger than expected. Delicious pain coursed through her body as he pushed himself deeper and deeper ‘til his hips were flush against hers.

Her fingers clenched the sheets while her teeth sunk into the down-feather pillow as Cutler rocked his hips against hers, rough hands pulling her down around him, grunting and huffing. As he pounded into her, Arcane’s moans raised in pitched until she was left screaming in sweet, painful bliss. Cutler fisted her hair once more in response, jerking her head back to look at him.

“That’s it, scream for me. Call out my name, whore.” he panted, eyes wild and brazen. His other hand clapped firmly across her ass again and again and again, repeating the question, “What’s my fucking name?”

The pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming culmination of the two left a lump in Arcane’s throat, choked sobs and incoherent moaning were the only sounds that fell from her gaping lips. The Captain slapped her ass again.

“What’s my fucking name, bitch?” He spat. Arcane gaped at him with glazed eyes.

Smack

“What is my fucking name?!” He roared, lifting his leg to push in deeper, his arms grabbing her shoulders tightly as he rutted into her.

Well, she definitely wasn’t able to scream his name now. The pain of him bucking wildly into her, cock head slamming against her cervix, left her paralyzed, mouth agape and face twisted in a silent scream. Another tight knot formed itself in the deepest pits of her belly, rising up like the torrential waves that now rocked and tossed the ship. Again, the lightning returned to zap across her skin, sparks tangling in her knotted fingers. It was almost too much, the power that surged through her chest, Weaving itself around her throat and alighting her eyes in a blue glow.

Arcane’s hand snapped back to seize Cutler’s hand in her hair, a quick pained cry resounded behind her. She lifted herself up, looking back at him with a devilish grin, and clenched her own fistful of his locs. He seethed, continuing to jerk his hips against hers, mercilessly, desperately. The fluorescent glow of her skin swallowed them both, engulfing the two in a blinding light before, with one last hard thrust, he spilled himself inside her. Cutler’s knees buckled, his muscles spasmed, hips now slowing to a rhythmic, languid grind.

As fast as it appeared, the magic around them faded, replaced by the warm glow of the lanterns that swung side to side. The storm quelled outside, only soft patters of rain taking its place against the windows. Arcane fell onto the bed below, the Captain following on top of her, their chests heaving as they tried to steady their breath.

“Sweet, bloody gods, woman.” Cutler pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re a tempest.” He chuckled against her back, his breath fanned cold air across her sweat-drenched skin.

She hummed, unable to breathe a word as a tired smile pulled at her lips.

She could get used to something like this.

[feeble13]

HELLO FRIENDS

*note! playing a lawful good paladin (for once, not an oath breaker lol) he's basically just a big golden retriever, personality wise. i can drop some concept art for him and what he might look like if y'all want!! so who should be his lover? :)

honourable tags: @macaronissi-mo @locallegume @wrenanigans @sapphirecherry

[mairalynn416]

I wrote a smut fic about Karlach! (Because why wouldn't I) (Karlach has a monster cock you can fight me about it)

[ellnick]

My longfic begins! A non-tadpole AU where Astarion works at Sharess' Caress. Lots of adorable interactions and Large Feelings coming. Also lots of indulgent descriptions of Astarion's pretty outfits. Already half done with chapter 2, this story is CONSUMING me

[werewolfsister]

My Introduction to Baldur’s Gate 3

I was not prepared

[random-introverted-blog]

[ash-of-the-meadow]

I'm still working on my first playthrough of BG3, but I started a Dark Urge playthrough because I was too tired to deal with Act 3 today. I made a cute, little, pink-haired, druid, gnome lady whose going to do her best to be a good noodle despite the dark whispers in her head. My plan was to romance Karlach this playthrough, because she is my favorite and I was excited to see her adventures with her tiny murder wife. But now that I know about Astarion's...opinions...on gnomes, I really, REALLY want to see him in a gnome romance. Who should I choose? (I'm romancing Gale in the first playthrough. )

[neontokyoo]

Finding excuses to procrastinate. Someone please just send something to my inbox I’m begging you I have nothing to do right now. My requests are literally empty rn like gimme something to write or something to talk about 🙏🏻🙏🏻