#paladin n cleric

[invinciblerodent]

I've been thinking a lot about magic healing today.

Like I can't stop thinking about how much truly incredible medical knowledge (specifically what we now think of as folk medicine, or like... battlefield surgery) is rendered pretty much completely obsolete by the existence of people who can mend bones with a thought. About how rare it must be for someone to actually know about how a body functions, when among most adventuring types, there's... actually little practical use for such knowledge, with little motivation beyond curiosity to figure it out.

Like of course, I'm sure there are many settings in which those with magical talent are few and far between. I'm sure there are low-magic settings where having access to magical healing is rare, and/or comes at a prohibitively high price for most commoners. But I can't help but think that... in worlds where healing spells and broad-spectrum healing potions are found in the stock of pretty much every merchant and every thug's inventory, ready to be looted, the work of midwives, village wise-women, herbalists, field medics, surgeons, and a thousand other professions is made pretty much completely irrelevant to so many people, simply because clerics, paladins, druids and such, are able to just.... wave a hand, and eradicate diseases, mend bones, transfuse blood, restore limbs, and sometimes even raise the dead.

Being medically knowledgeable on top of being magically adept would probably not only be rare as hell (hello, Halsin), it'd also take a lot of dedication, and a lot of respect for the body and the natural way of things that... I don't know how many even among the best magical healers would actually have.

I'd imagine that many who usually have steady access to a healer don't actually know jack shit about their own health, and... maybe even those who rely on magic to heal, don't actually know what they're doing all that often.

Idk. I'm just rotating this thought in my head today.

[edelweiss-coffee]

will has every right to wreck a home he built with his own two hands idc

[imageingrunge]

Why was I wasting my time being a pure spell caster in this game😭 paladin is where it’s at!! Thunder smiting the githyanki n knocking them prone so my man emps can EAT

[lumism]

lumi is such a lovely name!!

thank you, talia is a beautiful name as well!! also i love your profile picture, el looks so so cute there 😊🌸✨

[stinkrascal]

said this once i’ll say it again. i want to play baldurs gate 3 SO BAD

[chromajelly]

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Hi Talia!! <3 Here some songs for you! I hope you enjoy them :) Technicolor Dream by The Alan Bown

Tarzan Boy by Baltimora

Trichroma Sunset by Salvinsky

Together in Electric Dreams by Giorgio Moroder

[britney-rosberg06]

i need polls for the 27th or i will die

[lovevalley45]

what i am gleaning from this poll so far is that clerics are apparently NOT sexy... not enough priest kinks in the dnd player base i see

[yourelosingains]

16 and 19:)

hihihihihihihi :)

16:I’ll love you if.

I'll love you if you don't abandon me, show some respect for me and if you love any of the characters i kin very much ( <-/sar lmao).

19:A fact about your personality.

Honestly, this isn't all too related (i think?) but i kind of like to exclude myself from things sometimes. But for an actual fact about my personality; i'm really reserved and kinda always have been.

[numbaoneflaya]

Jilly would 100% want to play dnd and try and wrangle vincent into playing with her too

[tsugarubecker]

Hi OP, fanfic is done! 💕 Here’s the link :) Ty for letting me use this as a prompt!

imho it’s nighttime and mike and will are sharing a room. mike asks will about the girl he likes and they are speaking in the softest voices imaginable and will starts describing “her” but the whole point is that it’s obvious he’s talking about mike and he’s talking about memories w mike and how important he is to him but just using “she” and “her” and its soooooo

[yourpostisonpinterest]

@paladin-n-cleric

i found your post on pinterest!

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

The Beast Inside

Werewolf!reader finally! I've been wanting to write a werewolf rampage for quite a while but never quite got around to it until now!!!

Summary: Reader loses control of the wolf and tries to come to terms with the beast inside all whilst taking care of Astarion.

The paladin’s blade comes down, swinging in an arc of light and you stand there, eyes wide with shock as the steel tears through your flesh, carving open your shoulder. Blood sprays from the wound, staining your clothes red with your own blood.

“Y/N!” You can hear the distant shouts of your companions, calling your name. Your wound burns, probably from the infusion of the paladin’s abilities in the strike that connected and blood roars in your ears. All you can think about is how that same paladin had captured Astarion, had their way with him, nearly killed your vampire lover, and the beast inside takes over, roaring in delight.

You will not lose him.

You feel your bones cracking and skin stretching as claws take the place of fingers, fur sprouting from your body. Your jaw lengthens, teeth sharpening into fangs and your nose becomes narrower. The wound in your shoulder begins to seal itself shut, flesh growing back and knitted by furred skin. The sharp metallic scent of blood fills your nose and you inhale it all. You can smell the fear in the air as the paladin shrinks back, greatsword pointed at you but the weapon is rattling.

That sword will never pierce you again.

The paladin’s hands shake as your wild gaze locks onto them, yellow eyes burning with an inhumane thirst for blood, saliva dripping from long thick fangs nestled in powerful jaws. A howl bursts forth from deep within you, claws flexing and you pounce on your prey, sending the paladin crashing to the floor. Armour is ripped apart like paper underneath the werewolf’s claws and jaws snap, crushing the helmet to reveal the paladin’s terrified face.

“Please –” Their cries are cut short as sharp claws tear open their exposed flesh, ripping their face in two. More blood gushes out and the paladin is already dead but the beast keeps going, jaws tearing the paladin’s body into a bloody mess. The werewolf stands back up in the sticky mess of blood and guts, crimson dripping from its muzzle and takes a step towards the paladin’s frightened companions.

The cleric drops to his knees and tries to scuttle away but the werewolf is faster, tearing open his throat with its jaws and devours the chunk of meat torn away. The werewolf snarls, reaching back into the convulsing body and rips away another chunk, sending blood flying everywhere. The body finally stills, having lost too much blood but the werewolf continues to rip at the flesh piece by piece, painting the entire floor a deep red.

Its nostrils flare, blazing yellow eyes turning towards the last member of the paladin’s party. The vampire hunter stares at the beast, shaky hands aiming a crossbow at its head. Its lips curl upwards, almost like a grin as it stalks towards the hunter, leaving a trail of bloody paw prints behind.

“You monster!” An arrow is fired, piercing through the beast’s face and causing it to stumble back, but it regains its footing just as quickly, its head snapping forward. The maniacal grin still remains, with the beast’s blood streaming from the wound. Crimson fangs bare at the hunter, yellow eyes gleaming as the beast reaches up with a clawed hand and rips the arrow free, laughing. The throaty laugh sends shivers up everyone’s spines as it devolves into a howl and claws swipe at the hunter, who barely manages to dodge the blow. The beast snarls, jaws snapping at thin air as the hunter moves out of the way, reloading his crossbow.

Another arrow is fired but the beast dodges in time. Its clawed feet dig into the ceramic floor tiles and it launches itself with terrifying speed at the unprepared hunter. Claws slam into the hunter’s chest, sending him crashing into the wall behind and knocking all breath out of his body. The werewolf bares its bloody fangs, jaws clamping around the hunter’s throat to crush through flesh and bone alike, coating its chest in the blood that sprayed from the fatal wound. It tears into the corpse, ripping it apart with ferocious savagery and gorges itself on the flesh until it is satisfied.

Then it turns to Y/N’s companions.

A soft growl rumbles from its chest and it stalks towards where Astarion lies, curled up and shivering. Lae’zel takes a step towards the beast, ready to strike it down before it can harm the vampire but Halsin holds her back, giving a shake of his head.

It feels its bones cracking and skin stretching once more as its body shrinks back into its human form. Claws shorten back into fingers and toes, its furred chest shrinks back into a female’s chest, its jaw shortening back into a human mouth. Fangs recede, making way for human teeth and pointed ears round themselves again to nestle behind hair.

But the blood remains.

“Astarion,” you whisper, reaching out to him with your bloody hand. He flinches when your fingertips bump into his skin, a quiet whimper escaping his lips and you immediately pull back. You sit on your haunches, at a loss of what to do. You want to help, you want to pull your lover into your arms and hold him tight, whisper away all his pain but you can’t even touch him.

“It’s me, Y/N,” you try again. You ignore the sticky feeling of blood that covers hands, feet and chest and hold out a hand with your palm upturned. “You’re safe now. No one can harm you anymore, I won’t allow it.”

“Don’t look at me,” Astarion croaks. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“It doesn’t make me love you any less,” you say firmly. “I’ve seen you at your lowest and I’ve seen you at your highest, neither has changed the fact that I love you. Nothing ever will.”

You sit there, patiently. “I didn’t want you to see this either. The beast that lives inside me, the real me. I hate it, that part of me. We all have at least one part of ourselves that we hate, maybe we even hate all parts of ourselves, but what we do with that part makes us who we are.”

The rest of your companions quietly make their exit, giving the two of them some time alone. You give them a grateful nod as they leave and turn back to Astarion who hasn’t moved an inch.

“You’re strong, Astarion. Far stronger than you think, far stronger than me. You accept the part you hate about yourself and live with it while I pretend it doesn’t exist, suppressing the beast. I wish I could be like you.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. “I admire you, and love you no matter how much you despise yourself.”

Astarion curls tighter into a ball, burying his face into his knees. You gently place your blood-stained cloak over him and simply continue to sit there, facing away from him to give him some privacy whilst keeping an eye on him via your sharpened hearing. You hear him drawing shaky breaths out of habit, miniscule sobs slipping past his lips on occasion and your heart breaks. If only you were stronger, faster, more powerful, then maybe he wouldn’t have had to suffer like this, maybe you would have been able to prevent all this from happening.

Your thoughts begin to devour you, thrusting you into a swirling haze of self-hatred and self-doubt. They crowd out everything else, ensnaring you in their web and trapping you in darkness but two quietly spoken words pierce through the cloud and the dark haze begins to part.

“Thank you.”

You sit up with a start, turning to find your vampire lover has shifted into a sitting position, cloak still firmly bundled around him. He looks at you with tear-stained ruby eyes and shuffles closer, leaning against you and burying his face into your shoulder, ignoring the blood that coats it.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “For yelling at you.”

“All’s been forgiven long ago,” you hum. Your arm hovers around him, unsure of whether he would welcome a hug but he pulls your arm around his waist, washing away all doubt immediately.

Astarion relaxes in your embrace, the warmth a stark contrast to his cold skin and rests his head against your chest. The steady thumping of your heart sends a nice strange feeling surging through him and a soft sigh escapes his lips. He lets you rest your chin on his head and the corners of his lips twitch upwards when he hears a familiar rumbling sound coming from your chest.

You wipe your hand on your pants to try and get rid of the blood before running your fingers through his hair, gently unknotting it as you go along. Your breath hitches, disgust bubbling to the surface when you realise you’re still getting blood on his silver hair despite your best efforts. The wolf had spilled that much blood in one fight. You swallow the bile rising to your throat, Astarion comes first, he is the one who needs to be taken care of, your problems can wait another day.

He shifts slightly, giving you a better angle to comb through his hair but you can still see a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

“If you want me to stop, just say it and I will stop. I promise.” You remove your hand from his hair, concerned. You know Astarion likes to keep things to himself, but so far he has been open about his likes and dislikes to you, understanding that you can take no as an answer.

“I…don’t stop. Please,” he whispers. “I don’t want to associate this with anyone but you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words and press a kiss to the top of his head to hide your embarrassment. Despite knowing what you truly are, he still chose you and found safety in your arms. Maybe, if he could accept you as you truly are, one day you could do the same. A vampire spawn and a werewolf, what a couple the two of you made.

“As you wish,” you murmur and the both of you remain like that for some time before Astarion stirs once more, untangling himself from the safety of your bloodstained arms.

“We should get going before the others fall apart trying to settle dinner,” he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“We don’t have to move if you don’t want to, the others can wait for all I care,” you huff.

“As much as I love you darling, I would much prefer cuddling in a bedroll than on this hard ground.” A small piece of light returns to his eyes when he hears you bark a laugh at his words, his favourite grin of yours splayed on your face.

“Your wish is my command,” you chuckle, giving his hand a small squeeze. He grasps your hand tightly, whispering something inaudible even to your sharp ears before looking at you with a fondness you can’t quite describe.

“Thank you,” he breathes. “For everything.”

“Right back at you, Star.”

[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ THE HANDS THAT MAKE YOU BLEED. shadowheart

after becoming a dark justiciar, she decides against throwing you away and rather, uses you to spread the word of the lady of loss and help herself to some relief

CONTENT WARNINGS.                      18+ only, minors dni. NSFW/DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, dark justiciar! shadowheart, mention of chains, manipulation, captivity, face sitting, hair pulling,  | ~2.3k words

A/N.                     this took like a few days and it might show, it might not, but gods i want this woman to ruin me in all ways she can think of. first time writing for baldur's gate 3, hopefully i didn't destroy anyone's expectations by writings this, anyway... i hope you guys enjoy !!!

the hands that dared to seize your free will, the hands that gave you silent commands, the hands that pushed and pulled you onto the granite floor, hands that patted the top of your head or cheeks so kindly after chaining yo up, hands that treated and teased your mind into mush so cunningly, the hands that punished, torn up your skin, maltreated you so cruelly.

those hands grabbed the belt on your waist, playing with it for a long second as she steps closer, pulling and pushing on it to before taking it off and holding it up in front of you. “you did well today, I am pleased…” the sash was weighted down by the hands of two paladins whose life you stripped by the command of the woman above you.

“kneel.” came simply, almost as quiet as the wind.

she was pleased how tolerable, how easy it was to use you to attain the eternity and enforce the word of shar. to think it was a tedious chore, a daily task of her belittling you, punishing you for every tiny mistake you made to get you to complete obedience.

shadowheart chuckled sickly as she thrived in her work, her fingers coming to grip your chin to tilt up your head. the purple-glowing eyes stare right into your soul, causing your cheeks to flare up because of the sheer embarrassment. it was already humiliating to be kneeling at her feet, in front of all the clerics.

truly, she was ruthless, but you couldn’t leave her, no matter if you wanted to or not, even if this public humiliation was slowly becoming a daily occurrence.

the room was silent for a few seconds, you closed your eyes and bowed your head as you waited for her next instruction but only the sound of boots and shoes scraping the floor echoed in the room and before you knew it, a small click sound. shadowheart patted your head, signing that you were allowed to get up on your feet.

“I’m proud…” she would never admit out loud in front of anyone, that she is pleased with your work not just because you have done it without complaining and shown how easy it was to meet her ‘high’ standards, but because you came back to her, rather than escaping. all her hard work to form you into a devotee like herself was one of her divine masterpieces.

she wasn’t going to let anyone mess it up by letting the leash she had on you hang loose. “we should celebrate, hmm?” she hummed softly as she took the collar of your shirt in her grip, yanking on it until your face met with the cold floor.

shadowheart let out a pleased scoff, watching as you tried to gather yourself from the sudden hit, wiping your face from the dirt that stuck to your sweat. quietly taking her steps to circle you, a bright smile on her face as you don't even try to get up until she says so. this just puts more fuel to the fiery pit in her stomach, craving to be satisfied by her most devoted.

"don't keep me waiting, hurry after me." she said lowly, grabbing hold of your hand that reached out for the stair by which you wanted to push yourself up. you look up at her, eyes sparkling with the mix of some sort of surprise and appreciation, things that she was quick to strip you of as she yanked you onto your feet and headed towards her chambers without waiting for you.

"my lady..." you whispered when you stopped walking, standing at the doorway, staring inside with wide eyes as you watched her move around in her large bed. she didn't even glance at you once, instead began to undress herself once she was settled in the middle of the soft silk sheets. this was nothing short of luxury, a privilege that she dragged you into her bed instead of just taking whatever physical pleasure she wanted and needed from you right in the middle of the house of grief without any care that someone might open in and see the two of you.

once she had stripped her underwear, leaned against her piles of pillows with a smirk on her lips, knees pulled up and slowly parted, just enough for you to see her glistening excitement smearing between her thighs.

"well... what are you waiting for?" she purred, voice husky as it sent shivers through your body, your legs weak and ready to obey her command. there's only so much power you can wield without it being her calling it an abuse of the little freedom she is giving you, being hesitant is one of those things she lets slip by.

you walked further into her chambers, your hand reaching for the few sashes that held your light armor together. you didn't have to be told or made by her to strip, she expected you to be bare and ready to fulfill her lustful needs with one simple look. thought she preferred if you were hasty about it, she didn't mind once in a while if you made a show out of it, only taking one layer down at a time and leaving your underwear for her so she could tear it up, to further degrade you, to call you her slut for not even fighting back against her violent advances.

"so many things you got done in so much time..." she starts off, her tone seemingly careful and kind as you crawl between her legs and wait for her to open them further, for her to let you lap her up with the eager moves of your tongue. but instead, she grabs your jaw, harshly digging her nails into your skin, her expression malformed into one of disgust and judgment. "do you have no shame for making wait?"

you cry a sorry out, then another when her other hand grabs a hold of your hair and pulls your head back until the skin over your throat painfully stretches, the back of your neck nearly snapping from the force. the pain was a reminder that you weren't a soldier anymore, that you were something else entirely, something that was different yet still felt exactly the same as your former self. you were her tool, used to achieve her desires. but now you're here, you're here to serve, to do her bidding, and to make her feel good.

there was not much you had to say or wanted to do other than assure her that you would do your very best, no matter if it meant that she smothered you to death between her lips of wildflowers. such a cheesy and unnecessary compliment for her, as if she didn't already know how'd you plead for your life, but such things like that brought back a small piece of the shadowheart you first fell in love with, a fragment of who she was before she chooses shar over you, that softened her now stone cold and hard heart so she saw you more than just a 'thing' that was beneath her.

but as far as compliments like that went with her, today she was not at all interested in anything you had to say. her pure goal was for you to shut up and use your mouth as she intended you to- to please her, to eat her out, to feast on her as if this was your last chance to eat because who knows? it might as well be...

shadowheart twists your head to the side, forcing you to roll onto your back before settling above you, nestling your face between her thighs but still keeping her grip on you. she looked majestic even if you couldn't see much of her in the dim lights, you knew how she looked by heart.

"service me now, work for my forgiveness." the words were spoken in such a way that they felt more like a command rather than a request, the sharp nails now digging into your scalp, more vicious than anything else. you wanted to flinch away, but her grip was firm. her grip was painful. her grip was everything but gentle.

she lowers herself on your face, feeling your nose touch the skin of her inner thigh before bumping into her clit. the warlock flinches, her grip loosening the slightest bit as she lets her sensitive bud throb with overwhelming need before slowly moving her hips. your head following her movement, and your mouth, sucking hard and biting her sensitive skin as you licked at it, tasting salt, trying to find her sweet spot.

it wasn't too hard with her guiding you, the merciless tugs to adjust your face as you stuck your tongue out and gently sucked at her sensitive nub, the warmth of her wetness mixing with your saliva as she continued to move your head faster and faster.

"ah," she moaned, throwing her head back as her hands rested on either side of your head, holding tight onto your hair and tugging with such force that she almost tore it out. but there were more pressing matters than for you to focus on this little discomfort that was so inconvenient for you. letting a hiss of pain die in your throat, you let your attention be eaten up be the taste of her hot and sour, of her juices running down your mouth, of her own blood mingling with yours, of her cries filled with joy and satisfaction.

your vision blurred and darkened, shadowheart merely being a shadowy figure above you, your whole body shaking under her weight as you felt her muscles tighten in her abdomen and the heat of her seed run down your throat, staining your tongue with the sweetness.  the sounds that escaped her mouth and the scent of her arousal that filled the air made your head spin, your hands tremble as you gripped her thighs tightly to ground yourself, to remind you that she was really fucking with you. really getting what she wanted. really making it clear that she owned you, that you had to do what she asked you to do, and that you were just a slave to her will.

shadowheart gasps deeply and closes her eyes tight. "faster," she commands in a hoarse whisper, "harder!" she practically screamed the words as her fingers dug deeper into the skin of your scalp, making sure to leave a mark that you would never forget. your mind going blank as it started to cloud over with ecstasy, as it was filled with the moans of the divine dark justiciar's cries of pleasure. she was enjoying it, enjoying this, enjoying being dominated by your tongue, sucking her off like a whore, like her own personal whore.

her breathing slowed down, her fingers slipping from your hair, her spine arching to press more of her weight down onto you, your lips finally sating the thirst and desire burning within her, the only thing left now was your body trembling in fear for her to do as she pleased with.

you could barely lift your eyes enough to see the look on her face, to see if she enjoyed the moment, if her satisfaction was greater than the last time you serviced her with your mouth. your lips parted as her head tipped forward and her gaze looked at you.

a satisfied smile spread across her face as she slowly moved the slightest off of your face to see her wetness shining on your face, enveloping your delicate lips.

shadowheart lets out a pleasant sigh, closing her eyes for a mere second as her body enjoys the remaining small waves of pleasure washing over it before moving off of you. she falls next to you on her side, her face inching away from yours before she leans in and captures your lips in a searing kiss. her hand comes up to caress your cheek, seemingly letting you savor the soft sensation of her skin upon yours.

you kiss her slowly, softly, tenderly...

"oh my... " she moaned, her hot breath fanning over you as she ran her fingers through your hair, pulling your head closer to hers. you knew what was going through her mind, could see the hunger radiating from her eyes, the want, the need, and the lust.

you let your eyes close, feeling her lips brush against your cheek, her hand falling to your stomach and caressing your lower stomach, pinching the skin lightly and causing you to wince at the sudden harsh movements of her hand.

"I... I'm tired, I need rest..." you mumble, the words barely audible and weak as your eyes remained closed, unable to open them and see what kind of look the dark warrior was giving you. you heard her hum, her warm breath fanning over your neck, her hand resting on your hip.

"you'll rest when you're dead." her voice was deep and low, her hand squeezing slightly around your hip, causing you to shudder and gasp as a chill ran down your spine. you opened your eyes to see what kind of face she was making, and for a brief second, you thought you caught something resembling sympathy, a sliver of a caring soul hidden behind her mask of darkness, her cold gaze melting your bones as your heart rate picks up, adrenaline pumping in your veins. "now i'm gonna fuck you until i get bored." shadowheart whispered in your ear, licking the shell and smiling widely, her tongue darting into your earlobe as she bites down. there is nothing you can do, nothing you can say that will change this situation, you are trapped, bound to her and your fate as surely as a snake wrapped around a stick tied to its tail; and she is the one to wield the whip.

[leenl-len]

So one of the cool things about Metaphor Re:Fantazio is that the Archetype system allows you nearly total control over your party setup, and while each character definitely has certain archetypes they synergize with best due to stat distribution you can kind of just do whatever you want without much penalty.

...Until you get to the endgame and realize there's a whole set of Royal Archetypes that need very specific setups on each character to unlock, with absolutely zero warning.

To save people time and energy worrying about that I'm just gonna lay all the unlocks out here. Mild spoilers for archetype and playable character names.

Protag's Royal Archetype is unlocked automatically, so you don't have to worry about his build nearly as much; that being said, give him Mage for the passive MP restore and Merchant for the passive money boost, even if you don't use them in combat.

SEEKER - n/a Magic Seeker - Seeker lvl20 Soul Hacker - Magic Seeker lvl20 The Token World Arcana - n/a

MAGE - n/a Wizard - Mage lvl20 Elemental Master - Wizard lvl20 Warlock - Wizard lvl20, Assassin lvl10

WARRIOR - n/a Swordmaster - Warrior lvl20 Samurai - Swordmaster lvl20, General lvl10 Royal Warrior - Samurai lvl20, Warlord lvl20

KNIGHT - n/a Magic Knight - Knight lvl20, Mage lvl10 Paladin - Magic Knight lvl20 Dark Knight - Magic Knight lvl20, Wizard lvl10 Royal Knight - Paladin lvl20, Dark Knight lvl15, Elemental Master lvl15

BRAWLER - n/a Pugilist - Brawler lvl20 Martial Artist - Pugilist lvl20

HEALER - n/a Cleric - Healer lvl20 Saviour - Cleric lvl20

GUNNER - n/a Sniper - Gunner lvl20, Seeker lvl10 Dragoon - Sniper lvl20, Magic Knight lvl10

THIEF - n/a Assassin - Thief lvl20 Ninja - Assassin lvl20, Sniper lvl10 Royal Thief - Ninja lvl20, Dragoon lvl15, Tycoon lvl15

FAKER - n/a Trickster - Faker lvl20

COMMANDER - n/a General - Commander lvl20 Warlord - General lvl20

MERCHANT - n/a Tycoon - Merchant lvl20, Commander lvl10

MASKED DANCER - Mage lvl15, Thief lvl10 Persona Master - Dancer lvl20, Faker lvl10 Royal Dancer - Persona Master lvl20, Trickster lvl20

SUMMONER - Seeker lvl15, Faker lvl10 Devil Summoner - Summoner lvl20, Magic Seeker lvl10 Royal Summoner - Devil Summoner lvl20, Soul Hacker lvl20

BERSERKER - Warrior lvl10, Brawler lvl10, Knight lvl10 Destroyer - Berserker lvl20 Royal Berserker - Destroyer lvl20, Martial Artist lvl20

In other words, the optimal builds for each character are: Protag with Mage and Merchant, if only for their passives Strohl with Warrior and Commander Hulkenberg with Knight (both paths) and Mage Heismay with Thief, Gunner, Merchant, t2 Commander, t2 Knight, t1 Seeker, t1 Mage Junah with Masked Dancer and Faker Eupha with Summoner and Seeker Basilio with Berserker and Brawler

[jessiemeows]

Underdark Trysts

A/N: Hello! Although I am holding off on my long fic. I decided I want to write more little drabbles that I believe I'll eventually add to my long fic. I want to let everyone know I never really written anything with smut so this is my first time lol. I hope it's at least decent enough. I made this in Astarion's POV because throughout my upcoming fic I want it to be divided from Eris' prespective and Astarion's :)

R: E for explicit!!

Content Warning: fingering, PIV, cum inside without protection, hints of him maybe becoming overly jealous?? a little too dominant at one point

Word Count: 1300

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F! Dark Urge Tiefling, My OC Eris, Selunite Cleric/Paladin

Summary: After completing the Soverign Spaw's quest to rid the rot of duergar that killed his young, Eris and Astarion are looting a small hut together. Astarion gets turned on and wants to have a quickie. His simple plan fell apart weeks ago (even before the tiefling party) but he's refusing to realize it and keeps blaming his tadpole for any feelings he gets.

Eris scrunched up her face, nose twitching in distaste. "Ugh, do these duergar eat anything but mushrooms?" She rummaged through wicker baskets and rotted crates, her eyes scanning for anything of use. Astarion stood with his arms crossed, his lean frame leaning casually against the rough-hewn wooden planks, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched her and her furry friend, Scratch search the hut. A short respite after he and his companions had just finished defeating a group of Absolute-worshiping duergar who had slain the young myconid followers of Sovereign Spaw, and were forced to kill the rogue myconid Sovereign Glut, who had sought to overthrow Spaw. 

Astarion chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't know, darling, we are in the Underdark. I'm pretty sure that's all they eat."

Eris spun around, a pouty look on her face. "Well, it's gross. I don't think I've ever liked mushrooms and that's saying something since I don't remember much. One of these days I hope we can find a nice dessert. Maybe a chocolate fudge cake!"

Astarion's smile grew. "Hmmm, I'm not sure that will happen, my sweet but maybe." He couldn't help but find her pout adorable.

Eris turned back to face a couple of shelves, but they were just out of her reach. "A little help?" she pleaded, looking back at Astarion. He snorted and sauntered over, pulling down the book and holding it just out of her reach. "Go on, take it."

Eris glared at him. "Astarion, I swear by the moonmaiden’s grace I will smite you if you don't give it to me." He laughed and relented, handing her the book. "thank you" she muttered, rolling her eyes and stashing the book in her bag of holding. Scratch followed her as she moved to the next area of the small hut.

Astarion's breath caught as he drank in the sight of her. The warm glow of the mushrooms illuminated her freckled now blood-stained skin and fiery red eyes. Her blood soaked low-cut armor and form-fitting corset accentuated the swell of her breasts, just staring at her he could feel his trousers begin to tighten as his arousal grew... He needed her. Now. Straining to listen, he heard the others down by the Ebonlake. Lae'zel and Shadowheart were arguing about the artifact yet again, while Karlach, Wyll, and Gale discussed what they suspected lay across the lake - likely more Absolute cultists. This was wonderful because no one was paying any attention to the two of them.

He turned to her, trying to sound casual. "Darling, turn around I found something." Eris spun around, curiosity in her eyes. And then his lips were on hers, needy and demanding. Without hesitation, he let his hands wander down her waist and firmly grasped her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He could tell she was startled, but she leaned into the kiss, letting out a little giggle at his eagerness. 

"Astarion," she warned, but he deepened the kiss. "They are all busy, no one will know," he muttered against her lips. He trailed kisses down her neck, feeling the slight bumps of the bite scars he had left the previous night during their nightly trysts, when he drank her blood. Gods, she was so sweet, allowing him to drink from her each night. He was fortunate she was a cleric, and that he gifted her the amulet of Silvanus back at the grove or she would have been left exhausted every day. A soft moan escaped her as he kissed her collarbone, his hands squeezing her breasts.

"Shhh, pet, as much as I adore your sweet moans, those sounds are meant for my ears alone. But, do you want more?" he whispered against her skin. She nodded and he pulled back, looking at her. "hmmm what was that? I'll need words, little love."

Astarion smiled as Eris whispered, "Yes, please, Starry, I want more." He pressed his lips against her skin, then murmured, "Good girl."

Astarion swiftly scooped up Eris and placed her on a somewhat stable, broken desk. He shooed away Scratch without delay. With deft fingers, Astarion quickly unlaced and pulled down Eris' trousers and pink laced underwear. Eris was already so wet, but Astarion wanted her to beg just a little more. His icy fingers found their way into her folds, pumping slowly inside her, moving rhythmically. As he kissed her neck he quickened his pace. Hearing her quiet whimpers, he paused the kisses to see Eris concentrating on not being too loud.

Astarion placed his free hand over Eris' mouth. "Moan for me, my little moon. I'll make sure no one hears you," he whispered smugly. He savored watching the writhing tiefling submit to his dominance, reveling in her willing surrender. Only he was allowed to do this, no one else- not Gale, not Wyll, not Lae'zel, no other tiefling that had hit on her back at the grove, only him. His simple plan was succeeding tremendously.

"A-Astarion," Eris mumbled through his fingers. 

"Yes, love?" Astarion cooed. "I need you to use your words. You know how dearly I adore your sweet voice."

Eris struggled to force out the words, "P-please.". 

"Love, I don't know what you want," Astarion teased. Eris pleaded, "I want you, Starry. Please, I need you."

He wasted no time unlacing his own trousers and pulling Eris close. With a covetous murmur, "Only because you asked so sweetly," he plunged his hard, aching cock into her folds. Eris squealed, but Astarion quickly covered her mouth to stifle the sound. He began thrusting slowly, allowing her to adjust to his length, before gradually picking up the pace, pounding into her harder. Eris' tail curled around his leg as her long nails gripped the collar of his jacket.

Astarion could feel Eris's body tightening around him as they neared climax. Her fingers were now wrapped his curls. "Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered breathlessly. His thrusts grew sloppy and ragged as he reached his release inside her.

Both breathing heavily he rested his head against her shoulder, still inside her. She played with his curls, then gave him a small but sweet kiss on his forehead, just as she had done back at the tiefling party. That simple gesture grounded him, keeping his mind from wandering as it had then. He didn't want to wander; he wanted to savor this time with her, for he truly enjoyed it. Cazador wouldn't whisk away this sweet, lost, murderous fool of a selunite. They were both safe. 

Astarions ears perked up when he heard soft foot steps moving closer to them, giving Eris a nervous look the two quickly jumped apart, hurriedly pulling their pants back up and trying to look nonchalant. Shadowheart entered the doorway, saying, "Hey, are you guys almost done looking around in here? The rest of us are ready to head back to camp. I don't know about you, but I need a bath after that Mushroom got his guts all over me."

"Haha! Yes, we're done. Just give me a minute to organize my bag, and we'll be out," Eris replied quickly, her face flushed with embarrassment. Astarion chuckled to himself, amused by her discomfort.

"Okay, I'll be out here with Gale. The other three have already started making their way back," Shadowheart said, her confused expression clearly indicating she didn't want to know what had just happened. With that, she left the doorframe.

Astarion looked at Eris smugly, teasing, "Look at you, you little minx of a Selunite, lying to your best friend. Maybe the Sharran and I are bad influences on you."

Eris lightly punched his arm. "I really don't think she wants to know what just happened," she teased back.

"Probably not. Alright, let's go, before you make me want to go for another round," Astarion said, his voice low and seductive.

Eris walked through the doors ahead of him, and Astarion paused for a moment, his stomach filled with butterflies. He quickly shook off the feeling and followed Eris, muttering, "Stupid tadpole is playing tricks again."