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muffinsin · 4 months

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What if G!P female s/o punishes the dimi sister and uses a collar and leash on them.

And mabye female s/o uses them as a personal cumdump?

Had a vague idea.

Anyway I love your works, take good care of yourself and drink enough water🖤

-🇳🇱 Dutch anon

First of all I’m super glad you enjoy my works! Thank you, also this should probably be a reminder for everyone reading this to drink and eat haha!

I’d love to hear that idea!👀

Let’s get into this delicious one! ;)) I’ll probably split this one in 3 parts even! Starting here with Bela’s!

Cassandra’s will be linked here once it’s up,

Daniela’s will be linked here

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She’s blushing to hard, it’s overtaking her cheeks and the tip of her ears. The normally well behaving blonde bites her lip as she kneels obediently on all fours for you, thighs pushed together as you attach a collar around her neck.

“Miss-“, she quietens immediately when you glance at her.

She knows she isn’t supposed to talk now, not unless spoken to, she just can’t help it! She gulps, feeling the collar tightly around her. It makes her blush even harder.

Her eyes press shut in embarrassment when she is leashed too, a beautiful, red leash that reminds her of the gemstone at her necklace. “Good, I see you’re starting to behave again”, you speak calmly. She squirms.

She didn’t know why she acted out today, grinding against you and insisting she gets off even when you were busy. When she just grabbed your hand greedily and pushed you down to ride you…

Not that you had minded, but nonetheless it was naughty of the supposedly well behaved blonde.

She gasps when you tug the leash and she is pulled against where you’re sitting, her face smudged against the hinge between your legs. You grip her chin gently, but forcefully enough to make her face you.

“Would you like to know what I learned today, Bela?”

She gulps, and nods. “Yes, Miss”, she answers obediently, yet she’s already fighting the urge to grind against your leg again.

She feels so dirty with the leash on her, and she loves it.

“I learned what a little brat you can be when you don’t get your way”, you coo. She gasps, her mouth dropping open when her jaw is squeezed even slightly. Her face is burning as you laugh. “I’ve also realized what a little slut you can be”

She bites her lip to stifle a whimper.

Another tug of the leash has her back against your crotch again. You pet her hair as her face is pushed against your bulge.

You’re painfully hard after the day you’ve had with your Blondie. Leashing her certainly didn’t help your nearly painfully erect cock.

“I mean really, Bela, you were humping me like a little slut in heat every chance you got”, you teased, hands undoing your belt already. Her thighs are pressed together so hard. She does her best at holding back pleas and whimpers, reminding herself not to talk unless talked to today.

Instead, she eagerly wraps her lips around you once you pull down your garments and your cock springs free, slapping against her cheek. You groan, the hand in her hair pushing her down some more and making her throat you properly. She’s gagging slightly, her throat tight around her.

“Good brat, we’re going to see if you can keep this good behavior up, little one”

She squirms already, hands on the floor in front of her, her breast pushed together by her arms as she sucks you off eagerly.

She hums and moans around you, but otherwise is still and behaves.

“Mghmm!”, she shrieks, although it is muffled by your cock, when the leash is tugged and she is completely against you, your leg between her thighs yet again. Another tug of the leash has her look up at you through long, teary eyelashes.

“You’re going to be a good girl, won’t you Bela?”, you coo. She moans, nodding eagerly. “And you’re going to stay still for me? No grinding your little pussy on me unless I tell you to, isn’t that right?”

She whimpers, hips shaking as if with an effort to stay still.

“Mghm, ‘es”, she agrees after another tug of the leash. Your cock rests within her mouth.

“Good girl, my good little slut”, you coo. She blushes again, and you feel the warmth when you cup her cheek. “You see, when my little girl starts behaving like a whore, she must get fucked like one”, you explain. Her eyes are wide, her thighs automatically try to press together again, yet this proves to be impossible with your leg between hers.

“Mghmm!”, she groans, whimpering as you push her face harder against you and keep a tight grip on the leash. She bobs her head, tears forming at her eyes quickly, as she breathes through her nose. Due to the leash, she couldn’t take you out her mouth even if she wanted to.

Bela squeezes her eyes shut, trying not to grind on you. Her clit is aching and she yearns for the pleasure you can provide her with.

Her thighs clench around your leg and she immediately needs to use all her willpower to stop herself from grinding. She’s soaked and needy, and you’re pressed up right against her! It’s truly unfair!

She moans around your cock, getting needier and needier by the second. Her mouth works wonders on her, and her throat feels even tighter with the thick collar around it.

Her tongue slides alongside you, her fingertips press against the floor. She wants nothing more but to raise her hips a little, she knows she would slide right against you and it would give her the pleasure she wants to dear.

Eventually, the needy blonde can’t stop herself anymore. She doesn’t even notice it, either.

You raise an eyebrow as she grinds against you yet again despite her clear instructions, moaning loudly and shivering, her hands holding tightly onto your knees.

Bela shrieks and gags when the leash is pulled forwards completely, making her take you down her throat entirely. She gags, tears forming at her eyes as she gags, before they drip down her pink, warm cheeks.

She feels you stroke along her cheek, chuckling a little at the stretched open lips. She whimpers helplessly. “I give you such a simple command, little one”, you coo. Her eyes widen, at last her hips stop thrusting. She didn’t even notice, and now looks up at you pitifully, begging for forgiveness even as your cock is deep inside her throat, choking her slightly.

“No, sweet girl”, you coo. She moans at the praise, her hips bucking. She whimpers again when you tug on the leash even more and she gags on your cock. Her hands squeeze you, but you don’t let up.

“It seems like you just don’t want to behave today, Bela”, you coo. She attempts to shake her head, denying this, but can’t with her mouth filled with your cock. “Mghmmm mhnoo!”, she attempts to argue instead. She squirms when her hair is patted and you tsk at her.

“My silly little girl, has no one taught you not to talk with your mouth full?”

She feels so hot, she barely manages to stop herself from bucking her hips up again.

“Now, as I was saying: you simply don’t seem to want to behave today, Bela…what a shame, truly”, you coo. She whimpers around your cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. She looks so sweet, so helpless and needy with her mouth full of your cock and the leash and collar sitting snug at her throat.

“Or maybe, you’re just too slutty and just can’t help yourself”, you argue. Bela blushes at this and stays quiet.

You laugh at her, patting her hair and sliding your thumb across her chin. The poor thing is drooling already.

“Very well, little one. If you decide to behave like a little slut, that isn’t a problem, Bela”

She gasps for breath when you finally let her up for some again, gagging and moaning then the cock slips out her mouth.

She is only granted a moment before being pushed back on you, taking you down her throat again as the leash tugged.

“If you’re not my good girl, you’re going to be my slut. My precious little cumdump. Would you like that, sweetheart? To be pumped full of my cum, Bela?”

She moans loudly. “Mghmmm! MHMMM! Mhmmmmmmnm!”, she shrieks, head trapped due to your tight grip on the leash’s end when your hips thrust up. She’s made to deepthroat you once again.

“Let’s start with shooting some down your pretty, tight throat”, you groan. You’re painfully close already.

“Mhmmm! Hmnmgm!”

Bela whimpers pathetically around your cock, gagging and shrieking as her throat is fucked. She feels you grip her hair. “Let me catch you trying to talk without permission one more time, and I will personally make sure you will only use that pretty mouth for my pleasure for days”, you warn.

Her eyes are wide, the sensitive woman so close. She’d cover her mouth, but can’t do so with you inside of it.

Instead, she whimpers, closing her eyes slowly and opening them again. She gags beautifully for you. She’s close too, but you know the brat can’t get off without pleasure being delivered onto her. A wicked idea crosses your mind.

Bela shrieks when you rub your leg against her clit, moaning and whimpering helplessly. Her sensitive little clit is sore and wet, and she feels so needy from having you rub up against the little bud.

She’s so close, and yet knows not to beg without permission. Instead, teary, bright golden eyes find yours. She whimpers when you push her down harder, your cock hitting the back of her throat.

She whimpers louder, and groans when you push your leg harder between hers. “Yes, yes, you can cum, slutty girl, after me”, you groan.

Bela works twice as hard, sucking and humming and moaning around you, licking you and cupping your balls as she is used by you.

It doesn’t take you long at all to cum. Your head is thrown back and you tug the leash harshly, pulling her head down and flush against your lap as you shoot rope after rope of cum down her throat. She moans and screams, her own orgasm taking over her. You smirk tiredly, knowing you’re by far not done with your little brat.

Bela chokes for breath for a moment when you slip out of her warm and wet mouth, drool sliding down her lips as she pants. You get up and remove your garments properly, then chuckle as you pull your arm and the leashed woman is dragged along.

“On your back, I want to see your pretty clit when I play with my slutty girl”

She whimpers, residing the urge to talk. She obeys and climbs the bed, her bare form laying on the bed, her front facing you.

Bela gasps when you let go of the leash and it slaps against her stomach and thighs. “Good, we’re getting somewhere I see”

She bites her lip when you walk to her drawer, blushing as you rummage through the many toys hidden within. Eventually, you pull out a vibrator and a pair of clamps. She tenses at the sight of them, blushing bright red.

“Now, must I bring a gag, or will you behave, Bela?” She gulps. “I’ll behave, Miss”, she promises with an innocent smile.

Lastly, you pull thick, red rope from the drawer.

She watches you set them all on the bed, her wrists being tied first, tightly and with proper knots, her arms raised above her as you tie the other end of the rope to the bed. She’s completely vulnerable for you, naked and needy, tied and with her legs spread.

“You look positively ravishing like this, little one”, you whisper. She squirms, whimpering and pushing her thighs together.

Next, the clamps are put on her. She squirms and whimpers at the pain and pleasure inflicted on her sensitive little nipples. You untangle the leash, then rest it next to her.

And lastly, the vibrator wand. She bites her lip at the sight, eyes betraying her want.

You don’t plan on denying her.

“I believe I will show you the value of waiting and behaving, today, little slut”, you coo. Bela moans when you press the vibrating toy up against her stomach.

“We’re going to make you cum over and over and over again today, slutty girl, until I feel you learned your lesson regarding jumping me for pleasure at every chance”

Bela squirms helplessly, as if trying to escape the vibrator now she knows what it’s capable of and meant for.

“Don’t fret, Bela. I’ll be sure to use you as my personal cum dump when you come for me. We’ll be sure not a single drop is wasted outside your holes today. I bet you’d like that, my little breeding toy”

She feels hazed and lightheaded at the nicknames. Her entire body is still sensitive from her prior orgasm, and both of you know it will merely get worse for the poor brat.

She whimpers when the toy is turned on a low setting, buzzing against her clit as she squirms. You grab another piece of the rope, fixing it around her hips and thighs, until it lays against her sensitive bud even when you don’t hold it. She blushes when you pull her close and begin stroking your cock, watching as she is squirming and moaning. She’s so sensitive, her moans and loud and frequent, but you don’t stop the toy.

You know you can go for less rounds than her, but you’re patient. She writhes beautifully, back arched fast already and tied hands gripping the rope tying them.

She feels you against her, your breasts pushing into hers as you hover above the woman. A gentle finger strokes along her warm cheek, and she opens her eyes. Golden orbs have a haze to them as she loses herself in the pleasure given to her.

“Do you like this, Bela?”, you coo. She gasps loudly when you lower yourself, moaning when your cock brushes against the vibrator and pushes it harder against her.

“Y-Ye-A-AAH! Yes! Yes!”, she answers, her voice high pitched and breathless, just how you like it.

You grab a hold of her breasts, toying with the nipple clamps as she whimpers.

Bela groans when you move downwards and pull her hips to the edge of the bed. “Don’t mind me, cumslut”

Her eyes are wide and she tugs on the rope restraining her when you push yourself back inside of her. She’s completely soaked, tightening around you ever so often. You feel the vibrations of the toy as you’re inside of her and moan at the feeling.

Bela squirms below you, her back arched and legs trembling and spread by you, her hard nipples so sensitive under the powerful nipple clamps.

Her wrists look beautiful restrained in red.

“AAAH! AH! AH!”, she moans with every thrust you make into her, her cunt growing wetter and squeezing you harder the closer she gets. The poor thing is right on the brink of a second orgasm, you can tell, and it excites you.

And so, in mere more thrusts, she is pushed over the edge, screaming and whimpering, tears of overstimulation running down her cheeks when the vibrator merely keeps buzzing against her red and overly sensitive clit, and you not only just keep thrusting, but take advantage of the tight squeeze of her cunt when she comes, and thrust even harder and faster.

She feels you cum inside of her yet again, the warm, wet feeling deep in her womb. You don’t seem to have enough yet, however, instead keep on thrusting your hips, eager to give her another creampie inside her warm cunt.

The poor blonde feels herself be rocked up and down on the bed from your thrusts, breasts bouncing and nipple clamps jiggling, her legs desperately attempting to close from the amount of pleasure given to her.

You tsk at her, simply spreading them wide open for you. “No, no no no, you slutty thing. You’ve wanted pleasure so bad, my precious pet, now you’re going to receive it until I’m done with you”

Your words make her clench around your cock tightly. You groan at the pleasure. You’re close from fucking her soft cunt. You believe you will drag another orgasm from her until you take pity on the overstimulated blonde.

She’s arching her back and turning nearly sideways due to her squirms, gasping when you flip her back on her backside and keep a hand on her hip to prevent her to squirm away. “We’re going to breed you now, cumslut”, you coo. Head head spins.

In one moment she’s on her back, in the other you flip her around and lift her hips, roughly fucking her from behind. The nipple clamps rub up on the bed, as does her face. Her tied hands leave her no way of holding herself up.

“A-AAH! AH!”

She jumps when you smack her ass, the pale flesh turning light pink. Another has her clench around you again. The feeling is heavenly.

You grip her leash tightly, using it to pull her closer with each thrust. Her throat burns from her screams and moans.

Bela squeals when the vibrator is turned up a little more, buzzing fast and intensely against her already sensitive clit. The effect is immediate, her legs shaking and her hips trembling beneath your fingers.

“Mghmmm!”, she moans, biting into the sheets of the bed in a desperate attempt to stay quiet and avoid another punishment for breaking your rule regarding talking.

Another slap to her ass.

She’s positively dripping for you.

You’re close, ready to fill her with cum yet again.

“Now, beg me for an orgasm like a good girl. I know you’re too slutty to deny yourself pleasure, Bela”

She whimpers, tears flowing down her cheeks, yet knows you’re right. She’s so overstimulated it almost hurts, and yet can’t help but beg you for another orgasm.

“Please, Miss, please!”

You laugh, granting her the wish as you yourself cum inside her sweet cunt.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #🇳🇱 Dutch anon

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elliots-an-idiot · 2 months

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Dimitrescu Sisters comforting dysphoric trans masculine s/o and reacting to him coming out!

My first dimi sister work inspired by @muffinsin :3 I’m a transgender man so this is mostly self indulgent lmfao, I hope you enjoy!! I’ll do a smut version if anyone’s interested!!! (@muffinsin has the best stories ever!!!)

Bela

“Love, baby, what’s wrong?” Bela wipes the tears from my face as I wept, feeling so wrong in my own body, “little one, come here.”

I lay on the bed and curl into her arms sobbing, my dysphoria had already been kicking my ass today but with the dance coming up it was getting worse. The crimson dress Bela had chosen made her look effervescent, even more than usual. I haven’t seen the dress she chose for me yet, but the pit in my stomach told me it was similar to hers. Her dress, one suitable for a princess, and mine? I sobbed at the mere thought of being stuck in one for the night.

“B-bels I can’t-“ I took a shaky breath, trying to calm myself, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” She looked down at me with a pained expression, “what are you saying love? Are you brea-”

“No! I can’t do this anymore, I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not. ” I grab the material of the skirt I’m wearing and feel more hot tears stream down my cheeks, “Bels I’m not a girl, I’m sick of trying to be one and I-”

“Love, I know, I’ve known since we met. You have the body of a woman but, your blood, it’s not female. You’re a man my love, a real man. No matter what anyone says.” She grabs my face before I can speak and gently kisses me, “I love you nonetheless, if you’re worried about the dance, stop. I chose your outfit for you remember? Do you want to see your outfit for the dance baby?”

I nod, shocked by her love and acceptance. We stand and approach her closet, I turn to her as she grabs the most amazing tux I’ve ever seen. It perfectly matches her dress.

“Bels, darling,” I feel more tears well up in my eyes, “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too my pretty boy.”

Cassandra

“Hey pet- oh shit you’re crying,” Cassandra swarmed over and plonked on the bed in front of me, “who do I need to kill? What’s wrong doll?”

“Cass-” a sob cuts me off and I curl into her lap, the fabric of my bra digs into my back again and I claw at it to take it off.

“What are you doing? Why are you crying?! Also, what the fuck is going on!?!” Cassandra is practically fuming at this point, concern etched into her face. She grabs my hands and takes a deep breath, “Doll please talk to me, I’m here.”

I look up at her and tears well in my eyes, waves of fear and sadness crash onto me as I take a deep breath. Then blurt everything out at once, “Cassieimaboy”

“What?” A smile spreads on her face and she laughs, no, cackles at me, “Fucking-”

“Cass I'm so sorry I've known for a while but I love you so much and I didn't want to ruin anything and-" She purses her lips and puts a hand over my mouth.

“As I was saying, fucking finally dumbass, no shit.” she smirks down at me, and all I can do is stare back in shock "Are you almost done crying? I have a surprise for you and- hang on what?"

"Y-you love me?" She practically whispers the words before looking into my eyes with a mixture of confusion and glee. I get up and kneel above her, straddling her hips. I take her face in my hands and gently kiss her.

"How could I not?" I stare into her eyes awaiting her response Instead, she reaches into her pocket and grabs something.

"Um. I didn't really have anything planned but, uh, well. I made you this." She hands me a small box, a promise ring with the words I love you doll lies inside. "I'm not good with words but, uh, yeah.... I love you too, doll"

Daniela

"Hello, my love!" I hear Dani enter my chambers and call out to me in a sing-songy voice, before throwing something onto the bed "Are you excited for our date?"

"Y-yeah, I'm excited." Im lying, god I feel so shitty! My day was bad enough since the headmaid caught me out of uniform and practically forced me back into a skirt. Right now the last thing I want is for Dani to choose something overly feminine for me for our date today. I only really agreed to let her choose because I don't have anything other than commoner clothing. She comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist as she kisses my neck.

"My love, something is different about our date today. I chose your outfit again, but, I couldn't decide between these two! Which one do you like more?" She spins me around and grabs two outfits off of the bed, and I gasp. The first is a brown tux with a vest and the other is similar, except it is black with green specks of something shiny. The dress she's wearing is form fitting and gods she looks amazing in it "I figured since you are a man, you wouldn't want to wear a dress or anything, so I chose these! I like the brown on because it-"

"The black one. Please." I step towards her and press a kiss to her lips, "and thank you love, for everything. You look stunning by the way!!"

"Thank you my handsome pet." she giggles and hands me the tux before swarming away.

#crow is a new author and they need help #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #Cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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dimi-paws · 1 year

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going to try my best to commit to posting!!

#dimi speaks

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blueaiyuice · 5 months

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mortal kombat x fe3h?

these are definitely some questionable placements, but this is what role i feel like these characters would suit if they were in fe3h! i also did my best to try and balance them out a bit in terms of numbers

black eagles are ambitious and have strong moral compasses, with ashrah, mileena, rain, and bi-han all being characters with goals and strong convictions. as to who would be the edelgard of these four, i have no idea, but the closest i could say would be bi-han (which would be ironic, considering the association BE has with fire)

blue lions are more noble and righteous, with a hefty dose of trauma somewhere in there. everyone in this list is on the more collected and calm side, but can show terrifying vengeance and anger if driven to it, especially raiden and kitana. geras would be a bit more of a mercedes, while scorpion could perfectly suit the dimitri role (and thus, make the bi-han kuai liang rivalry even worse, which is perfect!)

golden deer are full of lighter-hearted characters, but everyone knows when to get serious, especially tanya who's the clear outlier of these four. everyone here is clever in some way or form, especially johnny. i would say the claude of this group would be either smoke or kung lao, as both can make jokes but also think up of plans on the down low. also being the neutral party between the brothers would extra suck

ashen wolves are outcasts and those that have been driven to the shadows for numerous reasons. everyone here is either radicalized such as havik and nitara or shunned by an outside group like baraka and reptile, making them the perfect group of wolves. would definitely say reptile is probably the (unlikely) leader of this group, as he shares a lot of similarities with yuri and is a kind soul at heart

church of seiros is essentially just the outworld entourage. as the church of seiros in fe3h is full of a wide variety of characters, there's a pretty colorful cast here as well. li mei would make a great seteth to sindel's rhea role as the archbishop, and shang tsung would be a formidable tomas or jeritza, as part of well, the real enemy along with shao and reiko

kenshi being byleth is definitely the weirdest pick here but hear me out. dude with a magic sword who gets blessings from spirits? along with a darker backstory of working for a neutral/bad party? that sounds an awful lot like a byleth to me. kenshi losing his sight could be part of the story and him getting it back with sento with the help of liu kang could be his awakening

liu kang being sothis is pretty self-explanatory i feel. i almost made geras sothis bc time associations, but liu kang doesn't really fit anywhere else, and he WAS a keeper of time, so i mean... either way, him being close with kenshi would be pretty canon too

some extra notes (with fe3h spoilers; exercise caution):

- ashrah is more of a representative of petra, being an outsider compared to the other three characters, and as someone whose ambition is more self-centered - while bi-han wouldn't be noob saibot, he would probably have some of his traits as part of his trauma on being experimented on by shang tsung. this would estrang him from kuai liang entirely and wipe his memory of being his brother - speaking of brotherhood, the dagger that's so important to the dimi-edel storyline would definitely be the ice dagger that bi-han attacks kuai liang with in mk1. i would say it stays frozen forever and is held by magic in order to not to be noticeable as ice and give away the whole story - raiden was definitely not put into blue lions because of his thunder magic i swear he wasn't nope ahahhaahaha just a funny coincidence - kung lao and lorenz are awfully similar in demeanor which is rather hilarious. tanya would also make a great lysithea, being the serious one that isn't taken very seriously - while reptile would be a great yuri, baraka and havik are both more akin to balthus in form while nitara is closer to hapi. also would love the idea of reptile triple-crossing his three house members in cindered shadows - reiko would 100% be aelfric, being the simp he is for shao. alternatively, he'd also be cyril in that sense, even tho sindel is rhea - fuck gender-locked classes, li mei would 100% be a wyvern lord - scanning amiibo and seeing the double byleths could actually just show two liu kangs, one from when hes not keeper of time and one from when he is canon classes? (assuming no gender locked bc fuck gender locked classes IM STILL MAD ABOUT THIS. that and ignoring final classes for the house leaders + byleth):

ashrah - swordmaster

mileena - assassin

rain - dark flier

bi-han - war monk

kitana - falcon knight

raiden - mortal savant

kuai liang - assassin

geras - gremory

johnny cage - grappler

kung lao - sniper

smoke - bow knight

tanya - holy knight

baraka - grappler

reptile - hero

havik - wyvern lord

nitara - valkyrie

li mei - wyvern lord

sindel - well technically she only has her personal class so uhhhh

shang tsung - also has his own personal class

shao - dark knight

reiko - grappler

kenshi - has his own personal class, but otherwise would be a swordmaster

liu kang - non-playable (we were ROBBED)

okay imma stop yabbering bc im gonna just keep on going for too long

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dmclemblems · 2 years

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i will not lie to you

i have considered a new ship

#Three Hopes #their supports are so cute. they have two but they're both conversation supports #she wants Dedue to teach her how to better speak the language of Fodlan bc she'll need more fluency as a queen for diplomacy #also she calls Dimitri by his first name and he would ??? be so grateful ???#Dimi taught Dedue and now Dedue is gonna teach Petra AAAAAAAAAAAAA #Dedue #Petra #DCE Comments

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mrs-kelly · 2 years

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I’ve been thinking about Dimitri and how soft his love for me is today 🥺💕

#when I was falling asleep last night I started thinking about how happy he’d be to see me again…#and when I imagined him seeing me; and getting teary eyed and rushing to me and holding me so gently in his arms…#man I got so soft like 🥺 I felt so happy…#Dimi is one of the ones that I’m confident loves me so deeply #I never second guess him; like I KNOW he loves me so much…#it’s just. nice to see him again 🥺💕💕💕💕#ren speaks #dimiren

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sheikahwarriork · 6 months

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Post war unplanned pregnancy dimileth in which Byleth had to leave because Dimitri lowkey ghosted her after a one night stand because he felt unworthy of her love.

But she came back per Gustave's request because of a new kingdom crisis. When Dimitri met her again he fell all over again but he is heartbroken because he thinks she already got to do her life since she is now is a mother of three and his very slim chance is gone.

Reader, all the kids are his. They were triplets. That Blaiddyd (TM) genes were at it again.

Gustave: *requesting Byleth to help Dimitri once again to stabilize the kingdom while lamenting the king is still unmarried and the Blaiddyd line is done for*

Byleth, who has been raising by herself three small blonde menaces with major crests of blaiddyd:

Background: One of her 3 year olds plucking a wholeass tree with their crest, 10 times their size, because his momma loves flowers and the tree had a lot of flowers while Gustave speaks. And the others kids running to search bigger flower trees for her.

Dimitri found out they were his when one of them mistook Areadbhar for an ugly stick and tried to use it to search for earthworms for their mom's fishing and accidentally activated atrocity.

YAAAAAS i love dimi being a dumbass clueless of byleth's feelings

id like to think of this headcanon as post three hopes: byleth got recruited into the kingdom army, she and dimitri [REDACTED] and then she left while being pregnant after the war ended. both of them have feelings for each other but are unaware of the others'

gustave calls her back after a few years and dimitri is all sad and grumpy seeing his beloved the ashen demon got over their little one-night adventure (unlike him) so that she has a family of her own (even tho... wheres the father?? what kind of man could have left this beautiful woman all alone with three children????? children that are particulary cute..... with their blonde hair and green eyes........ dimitri cant stop thinking about his old fantasy of having a family with her and how much they look like his dreamed-children...... well what a funny coincidence!)

since its hopes, jeralt is still around but he doesnt know who the real father is. when he sees the king playing around with his grandchildren he goes <.< but says nothing. too much to deal with

one day, dimitri talks to byleth about his worries of not having a wife yet bc blayddid bloodline blabla...... byleth is like 👁_👁 while thinking about how well dimitri f*cked her all those years ago and his desk looks great for getting pregnant again...........

the little three menaces children go around the castle causing troubles but everybody already loves them. one day dedue tries to teach them to cook and when he saw one of the children eating leaf-spices [how are they called those like laurel?? lol] thinks "hm. already saw that but cant recall when or where"

and then your last scene dear anon. dimitri looks at that child with disbelief... ofc his first thought is "did the ashen demon meet someone else with the crest of blayddid?? who are they??? could it be...... RUFUS?!?!?!??!?!" bc hes dumb as fuck. dimitri is still looking at his child when byleth arrives and grabs the baby, lecturing them about taking someone else's things without permission, but smiles fondly when the child hands her the worms they found. dimitri is MESMERIZED by her smile and loses his composture. he drops by his knee and says, "miss eisner... i am aware you already have another significant other in your life since you two have children, but... i cannot bear the sight of you raising them alone. please let me take care of them, of you... please let me be their father and your husband"

byleth: 👁_👁 "you DUMBASS they are already YOURS. always have been"

dimitri: *brain stopped working* "oh! i... see..."

byleth: "the marriage thing can still be arranged. yk. since we're not married."

dimitri: *hes in paradise or what??* "you... youd like to marry me????"

byleth: *oh my sothis help me* *kisses dimitri* "pretty much so." and smiles again

they get married the next day and one month later byleth is pregnant again eheh. the blayddid bloodline requires a lot of heirs and they are both happy to indulge in it

#YOOOOO I HAD SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU ANON THANK YOUUUUU #dimileth #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #anon ask #few3h #sothis ships dimileth

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Can you maybe write/repost the dimileth pregnapping? It was my favorite :3 all of those byleth gets kidnapped while pregnant prompts were all rlly good but obvi the ones that had my best boys dimi, felix, and claude were my faves

(Aaah thank you!! Yes, please enjoy the reposting of the dimileth pregnapping! U V U )

One week.

‘Save me, Dimitri.’

Two.

‘Save us, Dimitri.’

Three.

‘How can you not keep your own wife safe?’

Four weeks.

‘Your own child?’

One month. Then two.

‘We needed you, Dimitri. You weren’t here.’

Two months and two weeks.

‘We needed you and now we’re going to die because you weren’t strong enough. You killed your family, Dimitri. You killed the last people who loved you.’

Three months.

The king, whom all had thought returned to his senses, was slowly, slowly…devolving into madness, once more.

He was becoming a nightmare, a pale, trembling, unkempt, feral shell of a man. Every day that passed and he hadn’t brought you home…it was taking a serious toll on his body.

He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep.

His wife had been kidnapped, right from under his nose.

The day had been a blur.

You had only just told him of your pregnancy, that you were two months along and everything was good. That Mercedes suspected it would be a boy. A son.

Dimitri would be the father of your son.

He was over the moon; nothing could have made him happier in that moment.

Then it all was shattered. You were returning to the monastery, and you hadn’t even made it half-way. A bloodied soldier had crawled back to the capital, wailing that the queen had been captured, her caravan massacred.

He and a few others were the only ones who survived.

It hadn’t even been a day. Dimitri had lost you in the span of a few hours.

And now, months had crawled past, and they still hadn’t found you.

He was an absolute wreck, and it showed. Dedue, who stood faithfully by his side, eyed the king warily as he stood over the maps of Fodlan, his hands clawed into the table as he stared at them madly, searching frantically for some place they hadn’t yet searched.

“What do I have to do…? What must I sacrifice before I find her? What more can I do?!”

“Milord, you have done everything you can. All we have is the scouts, now. We must wait for their return, and then-”

“I can’t wait any longer!!” Dimitri bellowed, his hands raked through his hair as the panic overwhelmed him once again. “She’s out there- she’s out there, dead, for all we know, because I sent her off! I should never have let her leave. I should have kept her here, where she’s safe! I condemned her to death! I condemned our child!!”

“You couldn’t have known, milord-”

“I should have!!” His fists slammed against the table, and he crumbled. He broke down, again. “I…should have been the one to…”

“It couldn’t have been you, boar.”

Felix’s voice came from the doorway, a few other comrades watching with concern as Dimitri fell apart, once again.

“It’s those mages. They don’t care about you- they want Byleth’s blood. They did what they had to in order to get it. So for the love of gods, stop blaming yourself.”

“Felix…you know not of what you speak. I am the king- my power is absolute. Yet even that wasn’t enough to protect my own wife from certain death!!”

“You can’t know that she’s dead, Dimitri!” Annette argued, “Y-you can’t take that on yourself, not until you see it. But you won’t!! She’s not gone!!”

“And how…how could you possibly know that?” He hissed, looking to her with a glare that seemed to practically dare her to answer with anything but the correct words.

She stepped forward, producing one of your headpieces. A small, humble circlet, one that Dimitri had given her in the throws of war. One that you treasured and wore constantly, a sweet reminder of how dear his gifts were, to you.

One that now glowed with a strange aura, of a spell that Annette had cast.

“It’s a long shot, but…Mercedes and I found a spell in one of the library’s older tomes. A tracking spell. If we use this, we’ll be able to trace Byleth’s essence and find out exactly where they’re keeping her!”

“What…?” Dimitri stared at her, at a loss for words. He wanted so badly to scream at her. “Why…w-why didn’t you tell me this before? Why did you wait four damned months to show me-”

“Enough!!” Felix snapped at him, “You’re out of your mind!! You think she was keeping that from you?! That she didn’t want you to know about it?! You think she wants to lose Byleth?! Find your head, you damn brute! She’s trying to save your wife!! She’s done more to help you than your constant abuse ever did!!”

“…How dare you say that to-”

“Can it.” He growled, “We’re going to find your wife. If you don’t calm down and find your sense, then you can stay here and pout like the brat you are.”

“Felix, he’s not a brat.” Mercedes chided him weakly, “He’s worried about her.”

“He’s taking it out on us, again. Just like before. I’m not going to stand for it. Either you find your head, or you stay here and wait.”

Felix knew he should’ve been beheaded, at this point. No one should talk to the king like that, and yet…someone had to do it.

Dimitri could only stare in awe, at a loss for words at the brash, cold confidence of his friend. Someone who had the guts to tell him to suck it up.

To silence the voices in his head.

He didn’t have to listen to them.

He wouldn’t.

He had let himself be distracted by them long enough. All he could think about was their words, the demons berating him for losing his beloved. But what good did it do?

Dimitri exhaled shakily, giving a solemn nod. “No, he’s…right.”

“W-what?”

“He’s right. Callous and cruel…but he’s right.” Dimitri swallowed, “I want to go. I must. Byleth needs me. Pouring over maps and sending out scouts, praying for an answer…I’ve done this for too long. If that spell brings me straight to Byleth, then…I’ll take it.”

Felix scoffed, motioning for Dimitri to join them.

“Then let’s get moving.”

Annette had everything ready to go within moments. Lysithea had come to lend a hand with her magic skill, Mercedes and Marianne, everyone who knew anything about the darker arts (even if it was just a pinch or even less), pouring all their power into tracking you down.

Another day couldn’t pass. It wouldn’t.

Dimitri watched as they worked, having found his lance and holding it tightly, his silent gaze boring holes into their backs as he waited.

One hour.

‘It won’t work.’

Two.

‘You won’t find us in time. You’ve wasted so much, already.’

Three hours, four.

‘Our blood is on your hands, beloved. Our blood is-’

“There she is!!!”

He rocketed up from his seat, striding to the soothsayer’s bowl they had been slaving over. There, in the mist that emanated from your circlet…a base.

Small, underground, and undoubtedly in the former Empire’s territory.

But you were there.

His hand came to his mouth, finding your image in the smoke.

You were huddled in a corner, your hands held against your middle. You had grown. The baby was growing. You were both alive.

Oh gods, you were still alive.

“She’s there…!” He breathed, brow furrowed as he tried to keep his composure. “Oh, goddess…w-we must go.”

“We don’t have a precise location…not yet. Give us a few minutes more.”

“That’s enough time to rally the troops.” Felix pointed out, and Dedue was turning on his heel, heading for the courtyards to gather the soldiers.

“Everyone, find your strongest armor. Your sharpest weapons! We will move forward the instant the queen is found! We wait no longer- we save her, today!!”

The Blue Lions had never been more proud of their king. That fire in his eyes, that of a king, of a husband…of a father…he was ready to put everything he had into bringing you home, no matter the cost. He wasn’t giving up.

He wasn’t going to let himself fall into the darkness.

He was bringing you home.

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The remains of the Adrestian Empire were little more than a shadow of its former greatness. Dimitri, however, was ready to turn it all to ash.

The base they had found was located deep below the earth, under what was once the royal family’s castle.

They moved quietly, and quickly down the steps, deep into the belly of the castle. They remained on high alert, silent until they found the first unfortunate Snake.

He was cut down just as the alarm was sounded.

Dimitri wasted no time forcing the Lions forward, barreling through the corridors and flooding the once grand creation with a mob of soldiers that wanted nothing than to destroy its remains.

You were here. Locked in a cell, cold and alone and afraid and hurt.

The mother of his child.

There wouldn’t be enough blood in the world to atone the crimes they committed against the king’s dearest love.

No, he cursed, tearing apart the prison once they found it.

No, he promised, ripping each cell door open as the others frantically tried to find the one you were in.

No.

“D…Dimitri…?”

Not anymore.

“Byleth??”

Your name was a gasp on his lips, and he rushed to the cell in the furthest corner, concealed in a darkness not even he could see through. Sylvain’s torch illuminated the place a moment later, and there you were.

In the flash and flicker of the flames, he saw you.

Oh, his poor wife.

He tore the door from its hinges with an inhuman sound, flinging it away. You could only stare at him, mouth falling open as he rushed to your side.

Tentatively, he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek. Was it a dream?

“Dimitri.”

Once, you called his name.

“Byleth…you’re…y-you’re here.”

“Dimitri…”

Twice.

His brow furrowed, the cloak falling around you both as he took you in, pulling you into his chest as he cradled you for the first time in months. Months.

“I’m here. We’re all here…we’re…here.”

“D-Dima…”

Three times.

He clung to you as you cried, tears of relief dripping down your cheeks. He held you as closely as possible, determined never to let you from his sight again.

Never to let such harm befall you.

For a few moments, all you could do was hang onto your husband, letting him gingerly turn you so that you leaned against his chest, so that the others could come to you and tend to your wounds.

Mercedes and Marianne tended you through tears of their own, thanking the Goddess that you were all right.

You were underweight considering how far along you were in the pregnancy, they had told you. But you weren’t too worried.

You knew Dedue would take care of you and fix that in no time.

Once you were cleared to walk, Dimitri had you draped in his cloak, its warmth a welcome comfort from the cold hell you had suffered through for so long.

Despite Flayn’s assurance that you would be fine, Dimitri still carried you from the dungeon, back into the light of the world.

He had let you go once, he explained bluntly, pressing on much to the exasperation and unamusement of some of his friends (Felix…Seteth…).

You pressed your face against his neck, clinging to the fabrics even as he mounted his steed, and began the journey home.

He had let you go, once, he murmured, his lips in your hair. He would never let it happen again. Not to either of you.

The promise was whispered, his hand against your baby bump, the other holding you close to his heart.

There would never be any fear of the Archbishop being stolen. Now that Dimitri was permanently posted by your side, and especially once your dearest son was born.

Nothing could pry him from you, come hell or high water.

Your guardian angel.

Your most precious lion.

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