#dimitri fluff

[misselko]

NEVER ENOUGH

Dimitri has it hard when he watch your lovely sleeping form. Not even the King himself can resist to bask inside your warmth. Goddess, what he would does to sink his cock inside your tight, inviting heat and drown it with his cum.

Warnings: Sex, virginity loss, somnophilia

“Beloved?” Dimitri calls, jolting you awake. His thumbs are drawing a soothing circle on your back. Get up. Wake up. Open your eyes. You know you had to but it is almost impossible with how superb his feathery touches.

Will the Blue Lions be looking for both of you because you had missed the morning gathering?

You have no idea how long he’s been doing this but it feels nice. You roll off the bed and stumble sideways. Your balance is totally off, and your legs feel heavier than normal. You trip your way into Dimitri’s arms, and he keeps you upright.

You are falling asleep standing up, leaning heavily against Dimitri’s shoulder. He can feel you shiver a bit from the chilly temperature. Small chuckles escape from his lips as Dimitri carries you back to his bed and pulls the blanket all the way up to your chest.

“This is my fault. I shouldn’t wake you up,” Dimitri sits beside you and tucks you in comfortably. He leans his forehead on yours, closing his eye to take in what has happened. “N-not after our last night and this morning....”

“Mm.... Activities,” you reply weakly and pause to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I hardly get any time to close my eyes, Mitri. But I wouldn’t have it the other way.”

A prominent blush creeps on Dimitri’s cheeks at your words. His mind wanders various places as his eye darts over the bruises and bite marks that adorn your body—it stirs something in his heart and groin. Million years will never suffice to erase his memories of your majestic curves, beautiful tits, and tight pussy. Wave of heat rushes to Dimitri's cheeks when he watches his cum spilling in a slow stream from your cunt.

No! He must not let his thoughts wander again!

Dimitri only sighs and runs his hand over your hair affectionately. “But you were talking in your sleep. So I want to make sure you are doing fine and....” Dimitri trails as he watches you slumbering back into the dream land.

The war is over and he has to go back to Faerghus as soon as possible to rebuild the kingdom. Rebuilding the United Fódlan would be a daunting task, but it is way much more doable now with you by his side. 

Dimitri almost died from joy when you accepted his proposal and went back with him. Things escalated quickly after you shared a passionate kiss on the Goddess Tower and the next thing he knew he brought you to his quarters and spent the whole evening, night, and morning with you.

He is about to go out to your quarters to fetch your clothes (he tore yours last night in the heat of the moment) and get something for you to eat when you stir next to him. You talk in your sleep. Again. Repeatedly. Whimpering and moaning.

“My beloved…” he lays beside your sleeping form and whispers, not wanting to disturb your sleep, if you are asleep. 

Your hand tugs his arm in your rest and you breathe “Dimitri…”. His brows raise, he recognizes that tone. No. It is carved beautifully in his mind. You used that tone when he was buried deep inside of you this morning. Heavenly melodic sounds that caress his ears as he spilled his seed inside you and whispering his deepest desires.

A prominent blush creeps on Dimitri’s cheeks as he lays back on the mattress and grabs you by the waist. You are still shivering. He decides to pull you tight against his embrace and share his warmth, relishing this moment. You arch your back, rubbing your ass along his cock. He could tell you had already soaked his blanket. Again.

This feels unreal, hazy like a dream, to be here in his quarters with you, the love of his life. Dimitri has lost count on how many nights he had been dreaming this moment. The usual frigid and lonely place turns into a warm safe haven when he has you in his arms. 

Dimitri presses his lips against your ear. Grazing my lips against the shell of your ear and quietly teasing, for only you to hear, “Are you dreaming of me, love?” His hands tease your nipples, working them into hard pebbles. You moan again and twist in his tight grip—eyes still shut tightly.

A spark. A fire. An explosion bursts in Dimitri’s mind when you turn to face him. He thinks you are wide awake but you are not. Your breath warm against his lips making him shiver in delight. Dimitri is flushed head to toe, his breath coming in ragged stutters when he watches your peaceful sleeping expression. He couldn’t take his eye off of your lovely form, nor could ignore his hunger for you.

Your eyes feel heavy, every so often they will slip shut only to be jolted awake. That familiar tug in your chest soothing you back to sleep. His hands dropping back to your breasts, cupping them, feeling the weight in his palms. Dimitri closes his eyes and leans in, pulling a nipple between his lips, and begins sucking—gently—as his fingers knead your breast. As Dimitri licks and sucks from your left breast, his other hand massages your right breast. The moans that escape your throat is one of contentment and desire, a purr practically rumbling beneath the surface. 

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Dimitri couldn't look away from you—not when he could hear your breathing get heavier from his ministrations. His gaze softens when he sees you stir awake and stare at him with half lidded eyes.

“Mmmh... Mitri...? Again?”

“Please forgive me, Beloved. I am a prisoner of your ravishing beauty—unable to resist your warmth,” he apologizes. His voice is laced with guilt and shame, but Dimitri is being honest.

Hard as you try, you can’t even lift your eyelids. Weakly curling your hand against Dimitri’s arm, you beckon him to get closer. “I don’t mind. You can do anything you want Mitri. I’m....”

“Thank you for indulging me and my selfishness, love.”

“If it’s you...” You are barely able to finish your words and choose to give Dimitri a nod before going back to sleep again. Everything feels fuzzy and warm. With everything that happened and done in the past night and this morning you are beyond exhausted and in dire need of sleep.

There’s a gust of cold air as Dimitri lifts the blanket delicately and slides in next to you again. He wraps his arms around you and it’s skin against skin, so warm and familiar. Affection fills his heart as he caresses your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss. His lips are gentle and warm, so are his kisses. It tickles, almost, but you don’t have the energy to laugh or even flinch.

Dimitri’s kisses grow firmer, more insistent. It only takes a few seconds of chaste, soft kisses before Dimitri is pushing forward, dipping his tongue between your lips, exploring your lax mouth with an urgency.

His hand snakes around to find your clit and traces his thumb against your pearl. The way his milky white cum is leaking from your pretty pussy had him lightly skimming his fingers over it and stuffing it back into your tight hole before thumbing your clit and watching you whimper in your sleep. It reminds him of your previous passionate night and morning together—something he will never get enough.

“I am sorry I can’t hold it much longer, Beloved,” he growls before positioning himself against your heat. Eagerness starts to flood Dimitri as he begins to slide his cock up and down your wet slit, then slips his length between your folds. He bites his bottom lip, being precarious as he is able to slowly slide in and out relishing your tight velvety walls.

His cock is burning hot inside you, spreading warmth throughout your whole body. The stretch is easy, and you are soaked that you can’t feel anything but the pleasant ache of it. You feel sedated, almost, drugged into happy compliance.

A soft groan rumbles from Dimitri’s chest as he slowly pummels his cock inside of your limp body, but quickly decides to pick up the pace. Dimitri is pounding so deep that your entire body is rocking with the motion, and he’s helpless to resist it. It’s like riding a wave, tossed rhythmically by the sea, by Dimitri.

Tracing his fingers along your legs and inner thighs Dimitri grabs your hips and pulls you closer. He began to spear into you even harder. Astonishment, lust, and adoration fill Dimitri’s eye as he watches your mesmerizing breasts bounce with every thrust. Loud creaks, lewd smacks, and heavy grunts echo through Dimitri’s quarters as he is hammering into you, his mouth claiming your body impatiently.

“So good. Goddess, my Beloved you feel so good. Always so good for me.” Dimitri sings between his breaths as he kisses your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Mmmh... Mi.. tri....” you squeak between your sleep-slurry voice. You slowly wake up as Dimitri’s thrusts speed up. Your eyes open as you rock back and forth. “Dimitri?” Your tone changed.

“I love being inside of you, Beloved,” he growls into your ear. His fingers dig into your hips. “I’m close!”

You realize what is going on. “Dimitri!” you exclaim, but then his cock hits that spot and you moan. The force of your walls milking his cock, as your orgasm claims your body sends Dimitri spiraling over the edge. He thrusts twice more before coming inside you with a grunt and a harsh bite to your neck—strong enough to bruise it. His cum spilled inside your walls, painting it in beautiful cream as rope after rope of heat shoots from his body deep in your womb.

Your body quakes as a shiver courses through you, jerking Dimitri as you remain joined through heavy pants and slick, cooling skin. You match Dimitri’s labored breaths, feeling the warmth of his release spreading inside you, sending little tendrils of tingling satisfaction down to the very tips of your fingers.

You sigh, breathless and exhausted, and you whine when Dimitri slips out, leaving an aching emptiness in his wake. Your cunt is wet with a mixture of your juice and his cum, slippery when you move your legs. Dimitri kisses you again and you can’t even respond. Moans and sighs fail to escape from your lips because Dimitri occupies your mouth—drinking them in greedy, passionate kisses as you try to reel in your mind.

“What was that....? Dimitri....”

A huge yawn stifles your words and poof. And you are out like a light. Sleep talk. Another sleep talk. Dimitri understands your meaning, though, because he smiles and says, “Ah, did I wake you up?”

You think Dimitri’s speaks something; you can hear the low rumble of his voice. You can feel it. You can’t make out the words but you hope he’s smiling—which he is.

Dimitri is leaning over you and you can feel the vibrations of his voice in the heavy weight of his arm against your chest. His large arm is anchoring you to the bed. Comforting, lovely pressure that melts you further into the mattress.

Your body is too weak to move, too exhausted to obey your brain, and you can’t snuggle into his arms. You feel sluggish like a ragdoll as you reach and manage to pinch his cheeks—hard. Dimitri’s eye widens in surprise when you pout and flick his forehead out of nowhere.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Y-you really... went all out on me.”

“I apologize for my impertinence, love.”

Dimitri kisses and licks the spot where he bit down earlier—adding more love marks. You can feel his lips twitch upwards when he hears your mewls of his name and ragged breath from his lavish temptation. “Did I disturb your slumber?”

You hummed in satisfaction. “Even better. Feel free to wake me up like that any time, Mitri.”

“B-Beloved!!”

It’s amusing to watch Dimitri explode with embarrassment and cradle his face. Goddess. He is so adorable.

His lips touch your face again, pressing gently to your cheek, the side of your nose, eyelids, forehead. His breath is warm. You flex your fingers, wanting to stroke them through Dimitri’s hair. Your hand isn’t in the right place, though. You feel Dimitri laugh. Overflowing bursts of air. He kisses your forehead again.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep, love,” he murmurs.

“.... So you can continue your actions?”

“N-no!!”

“I don’t mind, Mitri.”

“(Y/N)? I-I will not do su—"

Sealing his words with a chaste kiss, you smile sweetly at Dimitri. He only sighs and runs his fingers through your damp hair.

“I love you dearly. You are the most beautiful thing in this world to me. And it will be my absolute pleasure to make you sure of that for the rest of my life. Thank you for letting me bask in your warmth,” he mumbles lovingly.

And that’s how Dimitri and you missed the entire two days of meetings, lost in your tryst—earning both of you earful scolds from everyone and Sylvain’s devilish smirk.

#fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #fe3h fanfic #dimitri fluff #fe3h fluff #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #dimitri x reader #blue lions #dimitri smut #smut #somno kink #somnophilia

[frickingnerd]

dimitri's s/o being experimented on by those who slither in the dark

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship

you didn't tell dimitri about you being kidnapped and experimented on as a child by those who slither in the dark, until about five years into the war

still, dimitri had always noticed some similarities between edelgard, lysithea and yourself and the way the three of you seemed to be oddly close…

when you finally opened up to dimitri about those who slither in the dark and their experiments on you, it was worse than anything he could've imagined

dimitri began to understand that you weren't their only victim and that they are responsible for most of the conflict in fodlan

dimitri wants to take them down. he needs to take them down! for your sake and for fodlan! 

and he's willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that goal! even ally with claude and edelgard, if those are willing to help him…

dimitri makes it his goal to kill every last one of those who slither in the dark, with his focus being solely on them

it takes him a while to realize that instead of annihilating them, he'd help you more if he'd just be there for you, supporting and comforting you

dimitri struggles a bit with helping you emotionally, well aware that he's more skilled with his lance than his words

still, he's doing all of this for you. and if you need him to be by your side and comfort you after a nightmare or a panic attack, then he'll be there! 

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #dimitri blaiddyd #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #headcanons #hcs #hurt/comfort #comfort #fe3h #three houses #three hopes #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #those who slither in the dark #blue lions #azure moon

[drmaddict]

Like a Schoolboy

Summary: Dimitri and Hoppers niece are a thing. Hopper finds out.

Wordcount: 1.335

Warnings: use of (y/n), fluff

"And this is my niece (y/n)."

Dimitri had blamed it then on the stress of the last few weeks. He hadn't given it a second thought. A survival instinct of the body. After all, he had expected to die not just once in the past few weeks.

A reproductive instinct. That was all it was, why he was immediately attracted to this much younger creature.

It probably wasn't even that far from the truth, but it just wasn't the whole truth either.

(Y/n) Hopper had done it to him. First purely out of physical attraction. Later for other reasons.

He had met her. He had seen the stubbornness in her. The same as in Hopper, only better hidden. Had recognized her intelligence. Not so hidden as in Hopper. He had found kindness and tenderness, as well as strength.

She had helped him settle into this new world. She had been a friend to him. She had even given him a home. Hopper's place had gotten crowded, when Joyce and the kids moved in, so Dimitri had ended up at (Y/n)s place.

And now Dimitri was laying here in this soft bed with her by his side, wondering how it had actually come to this.

He pulled his arm tighter around her and buried his face lazily in her hair. Breathed in her scent. He wasn't keen on the day Hopper would find out about them both. He wanted to never leave this little bubble of secrecy. He wanted to dwell in this unpolluted world of affection and infatuation. Only with her. No one else to disturb them. A little peace and quiet.

But he especially didn't want to get up.

"Not yet." he grumbled, trying to keep her from leaving the bed where he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

She laughed. "I have to go to class."

"Don't have to."

"I don't think my professor feels that way."

He grumbled. "He's an idiot anyway."

"Dimitri." she sighed with a laugh.

He pulled her close once more and breathed in her scent before letting go.

"Aren't you helping Hopper today anyway?" she asked, standing up.

He grumbled into his pillow in agreement, as he watched her get dressed with one eye. He grinned sleepily at the sight of the bruise on her shoulder.

"I thought you enjoyed beating up the rookie cops.", she grinned, tossing him one of his shirts. It hit him square in the face. He didn't bother to pull it off his head.

He grumbled. "I just get to explain.", he spoke through the cotton.

"About that jackass last time?"

"Da."

Dimitri didn't really need to prove to this greenhorn that he had no idea, but he had seen fit to bring him back down to earth. He was helping Hopper teach the new police students hand-to-hand combat techniques. The greenhorn was strutting around like a puffed-up rooster.

But with a broken jaw, it was hard to talk.

"It would have been different in Russia."

He felt the mattress beside him lower. The shirt was brushed off his face. (Y/n) smiled at him. "America takes the fun out of everything.", she grinned, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

He leaned slightly toward her touch. Enjoyed the tenderness.

"Come on. Get up."

"What do I get in return?"

She kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"Not very convincing.", he murmured with a smile. She grinned back and kissed him on the forehead.

"Colder."

A kiss on the cheek.

"A little warmer."

He reached for her face and pulled it to him. Kissed her on the lips without haste. Just her and him and-

"Dimitri get your ass out here!"

-Hopper.

He dropped his head into the pillow with an annoyed groan. There was an emphatic pounding on the apartment door.

"I'll get it!", laughed (Y/n).

Dimitri pulled his T-shirt over his head as he also heard Hopper walking down the hall. Dimitri had barely fished his underpants off the floor and put them on when Hopper was suddenly standing in front of him.

Time stood still for a few seconds. Hopper stared at him. Dimitri stared back. The waistband of his underpants still in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" asked Hopper tensely.

"I... live here.", Dimitri answered dryly.

"What are you doing in my niece's bed?" he now asked again.

(Y/n) stood uncertainly in the doorway."The folding sofa is broken. Doesn't extend right anymore, you know..."

Hopper turned his face to her angrily. She put on an unconvincing smile.

It didn't help anyway. No one who saw this room could even draw wrong conclusions.

The sheets were rumpled. So were Dimitri and (y/n). Their clothes lay scattered on the floor and Dimitri knew for a fact that he had at least two dark spots on his neck. His little vampire had taken hold again.

Dimitri stood up with a sigh. "Go ahead. Hit it."

No moment he had uttered the words, his friend's hook threw him back onto the bed.

"Uncle!" he heard (Y/n) exclaim.

"She's my niece!" roared Hopper, throwing another punch.

"I know!" groaned Dimitri.

"Uncle!"

"You're my age!" Punch.

"I know."

"You touched her." Punch.

"Yeah."

"You fucking-"

"UNCLE!"

Dimitri saw (Y/n) clinging to Hoppers arm, trying to stop him.

"(Y/n) he did-" Hopper began, but was interrupted by (Y/n).

"Didn't do anything I wouldn't have let him do!"

"That's not the point!"

(Y/n) looked at him wearily. "Stop hitting him."

"No!"

"Let us settle this.", Dimitri interjected, smiling at her as best as his face would allow.

"By beating each other to a pulp?"

"Is the Russian way." he shrugged. "Gotta get it all out once. Deserved it."

(Y/n) stood in front of the bed and pinched the root of her nose. "Fine. I'm off to college." She reached for her bag. "When I come back, he better just have a few bruises or I swear to you BOTH, that Russian prison was shit compared to what I'm doing to you."

She gave Dimitri a hard kiss on the forehead and punched Hopper on the shoulder before whistling out of the room.

They both looked after her.

"Your niece is really something."

"Yes she is.", Hopper agreed with him.

Dimitri looked toward the bedroom door with a smile as the next punch hit him. "She's twenty years younger!"

"I know."

When (Y/n) came back that afternoon, both men were sitting on the supposedly broken folding sofa.

Both were holding a beer. Dimitri had a package of frozen peas pressed on his forehead.

"I don't know. Somehow it all started there.", Dimitri said, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

"What started?" asked Hopper.

"That I really fell in love with her.", he sighed.

"In love, huh?"

"Like a schoolboy."

"Women... Do with you what they want."

"True words."

They both toasted to each other, when they noticed (Y/n).

(Y/n) tossed Dimitri a tube of salve. "For the bruises.", she explained.

He reached for the small tube and looked at it closely.

"Are you guys done?"

Hopper held up his bottle. "Reconciliation beer." He excreted the rest and set the can down. "I've got to go anyway. It's waffle night.", he declared and left, not without hugging (Y/n) once more.

"Waffle night?" asked Dimirti.

"Eleven loves waffles more than anything. It's kind of her thing.", (Y/n) explained, reaching for the small tube. She squeezed some of the translucent mass onto her fingers and leaned over him. He dropped his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. (Y/n) tenderly spread the ointment on the bruises. Dimitri heaved a sigh at the cool sensation.

"In love, huh?" asked (Y/n) into the silence.

"Like a schoolboy.", Dmitri confirmed without looking at her.

(Y/n) smiled and kissed him softly on his bruised lips. "Love you too. You stubborn, Russian idiot."

"Your stubborn Russian idiot."

#fluff #enzo x reader #enzo x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #dimitri antonov #dimitri antonov x reader #dimitri antonov x you #enzo stranger things #enzo stranger things x reader

[fe-fictions]

Dimitri with a pregnant Byleth who's feeling super clingy 🥺 like, notices as soon as he gets up from bed, wants to cuddle with him even when they're seated for dinner, always clinging onto his arm when they walk 🥰 she just love husband...

(This was such a cute one!! I had to write it as quick as possible ;;;)

He was starting to notice a strange pattern in the days since you announced your pregnancy. You were still as quiet, calm and reserved as ever, but something notable had changed.

You did not seem capable of leaving his side. 

Dimtri would wake up before dawn, always careful not to rouse you since your day would always start a little later than his. But even in his stealthy attempts to ease from the bed, your arms would wrap around his waist and prevent him from moving any further.

“Must you go so early…?” You mumbled into his nightshirt, nuzzling into his back. Dimitri blushed, startled by the sudden onslaught of affection so early in the morning. But he nodded and smiled softly, covering your hands with his.

“I wish I could stay with you, Beloved. But I cannot; I must maintain my strict schedule, at least for today.”

“Can you alter it later so that you can spend a little more time with me?”

“Do you feel I spend an inadequate amount of time with you?” He paused, turning to look back at you when you slowly slipped away.

Your expression was unreadable, but if he didn’t know any better…there was a pout on you rlips.

“I…just want to spend more time with you.” You managed to mumble,. It took all of Dimitri’s will not to give in and stay right then and there.

“I shall make the neessary arrangements so that we can have more time togehter, than apart. I know we both have unforgiving schedules, but given the current circumstance, I’m sure we can convince our handlers to be a little generous.”

“I would like that,” You smiled up at him, taking Dimitri’s hands into yours. “Will you come back once you finish training?”

“I shall return just as you awaken, again.” He promised, “So please, rest easy. Your body needs it.” He kissed you then, soft and swe. He couldn’t help it; you were positively adorablke!

But sure enough, the cuteness wouldn’t end there.

No, ever since the pregnancy rstarted to become more and more visible, you were spending more and more time with him.

If Dimitri had a meeting, you were present. If he needed to be somewhere for some inane thing in the village, you would acaccompany despite Seteth’s many protests.

In the mess hall, your hand was squeezing his tightly below the table; and on your walks in the gardens and hte courtyard o the monastery, you were resting your head on his arm, your own wrapped tight around his bicep.

It seemed impossible for you to detach from your husband.

Dimitri wasn’t the only one who noticed, of course; the other Lions had started to see it, too. Sylvain was the first one brave enough to mention it, once the king escorted the Bishop-Queen from their counsel meeting for some much-needed bed rest.

“Soo…the Professor seems to be in a strange mood, lately.”

“Well, she’s starting to really show now, isn’t she? It must be the pregnancy that’s affecting her behavior.” Annette figured, watching as the happy couple continued on their diwb tge cirridor. ‘I know tha tpregnancy hormones can have a big impact on having a child. Maybe Byleth becoming more adorable is part of that!”

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird? I don’t think I’ve seen them so much as hold hands in the last two years.” Sylvain insisted. Mercedes simply shrugged, a warm smile on her lips.

“It might be any number of things. Pregnancy hormones have a notable impact on the body and mind; not to mention that she may feel insecure undergoing susch a serious life change. Can you imagine what it must feel like, to go from being an independent mercenary to the queen of a country, and archbishop of a continent. An dnow, she’s an expecting mother, too?”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Sylvain sighed, “No wonder she’s feeling a little clingy.”

“You’re just jealous she’s not snuggling with you.” Ingrid rolled her eyes, “Now enough chittering about the Professor. The least we can do is afford them some grace and respect while they navigate this….new dynamic.”

“So considerate of you, Ingrid,” Annette giggled, garnering a soft blush from the knight.

I the maentime, Dimitri was practically floating in the air, his arm was linked with yours, your head rested on his shoulder, and you were enjoying the sights and sounds of the monastery courtyard in the blissful glow of sunset.

It was like a dream.

“How are you feeling, BeloveD?” He asked in that gentle, warm voice that made you feel soft and safe.

You nodded, resting a hand on your baby bump.

“I feel a little bit hungry, but…I don’t want to move from this spot for a while. It’s beautiful.”

“Shall I go and fetch you something from the mess hall? You needn’t lt yourself be hungry just to satisfy stay in my company. I’d rather you feel full than otherwise while you’re still going through changes.”

“I’m only a little hungry.” You insisted, “Nothing to worry over. I just want to stay with you a while…then we can go eat.”

“Very well. If that is what you wish.” He kissed the top of your head, prompting you to snuggle closer to him. The slight chill in the air nipped at your noses. He draped his cape over your shoulders, drawing you into him as much as possible.

“Please tell me if it’s too cold. We will go inside right away.”

“And risk losing thi stime together? Not a chance.” You shoook your head, “If we go back inside, someone will snatch hyou away for some important thing. I want to stay here as long as possible.”

“You know…I can order them away if they’re truly too demanding of my time, dearest.” Dimitri offered, but you shook your head.

“No…because then it’d seem like you’re shirking your duties. Social convention is so exhausting.” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“Is that why you’ve been staying so close? To try and balance the expectation of being a prominent figure with wanting to be with me?”

“Perhaps. I just…miss you. I wish we could spend time like this together, always. Especially with the baby on the way.” you added, looking down at your belly.

Dimitri looked at you fully, finding the slightest pout on your lips.

“My love?”

“I just…I just want to be a husband and wife for a moment. A little family; no titles or expectations or…anybody else. Just us. Is that selfish?”

“I suppose when you consider our positions, it’s difficult to be selfish. I do not fault you for wishing to be a little indulgent right now.” 

You sighed heavily, “It’s going to get worse once the baby is here. We’ll have to divide our time even further, betwen our duties, each other, and the child.”

“We will make time.” He assured you, tightening the cape around you when another chill blew through the garden. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to raise the baby without being present. My father was always there…I feel it would be wrong not to do the same for my child.”

“It will be a challenge.” He murmured, “And I worry I may not be as capable a parent as your father was. But it is a challenge we will face together…which I believe we will be able to overcome.”

“Really?” You looked up at him so hopefully, it made his heart skip a beat. He beamed at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course. I will have to convince some royal council members, and I’m sure the Prime Minister will have some thoughts on the matter.” Dimitri thought aloud, already anticipating Seteth’s displeasure at the thought of the Archbishop spending less time doing her duties.

“So long as we can spend as much time as possible with them…that’s what I want. I want to be with you.” 

His gaze softened at your quiet confession. You were so terribly lovely. How he was able to find his way into your heart would forever elude him.

He cupped your face tenderly, unabel to resist kissing you fully and sweetly.

“I wish to spend every second with you as well, Beloved. And once our child is born, I will feel the very same about them.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled, squeezing his hands when they fell from your cheeks. “Until then, will you…keep indulging me?” 

He laughed, drawing you back into his warm embrace. 

“I shall not leave your side until you cannot stand me any longer! I promise.” 

The two of you remained in the courtyard a while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms and relishing the soft moment as a precious memory.

At least until your stomach growled…then Dimitri gladly escorted you to the mess hall (where you held hands the entire time, much to the chagrin of Felix, who had to sit next to you).

#byleth #dimitri #fe3h #fe three houses #fe 16 #fire emblem three houses #dimileth #dimitri x byleth #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!byleth #fem!byleth #f!mu #fluff #pregnancy fluff #needy byleth is just so adorable ok #she just needs to be protected at all times #which dima will do without hesitation

[theruseandthecaper]

oh lord its the way i’m ALSO super latched onto fire emblem right now! may i put in a request for dimitri comforting the reader during/after a nightmare maybe? i just NEEEEED some form of dimitri fluffy comfort in my time of depression. thank you 🥺🥺

YES!!!! dimitri stans rise up. i love this man sm. it’s pre timeskip dimitri bc im replaying three houses right now and he’s the freshest in my mind. sorry if it’s a little short/it’s not entirely accurate to his character, im very rusty in my fic writing but i did my best :) i hope u enjoy, tysm for the request!!

The first time you’d had a nightmare, Dimitri wasn’t asleep. He found sleep never came easy for him, as he himself was regularly plagued with nightmares and the ever present need for revenge. It kept him awake, kept his heart hammering, pumping blood through his body and thoughts through his brain. He’d lain awake, reading at candlelight at his desk for the past few hours, his bed neatly made.

The knock at the door broke his quiet thoughts into pieces like a fist to glass. Picking his head up away from his book, he wrinkled his eyebrows. Who could that be, at this ridiculous hour?

His initial shock melted into worry. Was something the matter? Something serious? Memories of Duscur pricked at his mind, causing the hair on his arms to raise. He stood from his desk, pushing the chair in behind him and taking his candle, and warily made his way to the door.

Outside in the cold, misty dark of night, you stood alone. Shivering and clutching a coat around you, your eyes fixed on the ground in front of you. Something swam in your (e/c) eyes- something Dimitri could read all too well. It was fear. You were shaken up about something, and naturally, Dimitri began to grow even more worried. You two had been dating for a few months at this point. It all began when Dimitri asked you out after Sylvain had pushed him into it, but he’d always been drawn to you. Your strength, your positivity, your warm friendliness, your genuine kindness you showed to everybody. You were everything he couldn’t be, and it made him fall, and fall hard.

“I-Is something the matter? Is everything okay? You look cold, come inside.” Furrowing his brow, he ushered you in, closing the door behind you. You sat down on his bed, silent, your eyes fixed on your knees. The second you heard the door close, your tears began. Violent sobs racked your shoulders as you curled inwards on yourself, as if trying to hide from the world and hide from him. Concern ran cold through his blood, urging him to sit beside you and wrap an arm around you, pulling you close against his shoulder. He was warm, so warm, and it made you subconsciously shift closer to him.

A thousand thoughts filled his head. He had no idea how to comfort someone. What should he do? Ask what’s wrong? Say nothing and just hold you until you calmed down? Call for help? Find and give a… stern talking to whoever made you upset?

Finally he got himself to wrap an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, his warmth comforting as you cried. To him, it felt like hours passed, you curled up against him crying while he stood there stiffly not sure how to react. In reality, it was only 10 minutes when you looked up at him with red tinged eyes, your cheeks damp with tears.

“S-Sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” You whispered. Dimitri’s blue eyes widened a little, his grip on you tightening.

“Please, don’t apologize! It’s alright. Are you alright? Did something happen?” He pulled his hand off your shoulder, shifting it to hesitate right above your waist. Poor guy had no idea how to comfort.

“I had a nightmare.” You looked down at your lap, the light leaving your eyes as the memory of the dream began to return to you. It causes more tears to pool in your eyes, which he noticed.

Damn it all, he thought as he wrapped both arms protectively around you. You wanted to feel safe. He may not have known how to correctly comfort his partner, but you liked tight hugs, yes?

Empathy crashed through him like waves on a rocky beach. Nightmares were something he struggled with every single night of his life. Horror movies of his father’s murder, the flames of Duscur, the screams of the innocent people around him played behind his eyelids every night. It kept him awake, kept him from being able to sleep. Kept him in the training grounds or the library, mind focused on revenge. It consumed him, and now it was consuming you, and he couldn’t take that. Your suffering was the worst thing he could possibly imagine.

He didn’t press aboht what the nightmare was about. All he did was gently lay back, you still comfortable in his arms. You nuzzled closely against his chest, and he rested his face against your head.

“You’re safe here.” His voice was a gentle whisper, only for you to hear. And you knew that. Safe here, in the iron arms of your boyfriend. He was insanely strong and driven, but even if he wasn’t, you knew he’d stop at nothing to keep you safe. He’d lost everything. You were the only one he truly had left.

Gentle hands rubbing circles into your back helped lull you back to sleep, your breathing steadying as Dimitri held you. However, sleep evaded him. He needed to be there for you, be awake in case the nightmare came back and you awoke in tears again. He needed to be awake and alert in case something happened. You were so tired, so vulnerable asleep against him. He needed to make sure no harm came to you. You placed your trust in him. He wouldn’t let anybody harm you as long as he was there.

Keeping alert, he found himself studying your sleeping features. Your (skin color) skin, so soft under his fingertips as he brushed his hands over your cheeks. Your (hair color) hair, pooling on top of the pillow underneath you, tickling his face as he kissed the top of your head. He’d keep you safe. He’d keep you protected.

As long as you were by his side, no harm would ever come to you.

He’d never let it.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #dimitri x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #x reader fanfiction #x reader fluff #fire emblem #fe3h #fe3h fanfiction #fe3h x reader

[nabateaprodigy]

Hello! Can I request Fire Emblem Heroes King of Faerghus!Dimitri x Summoner!Reader where Dimitri confesses to the Reader by asking them to stay by his side like in his level 40 conversation but Reader thinks he means it more professionally/as an advisor, but ends with them getting together?

A King and his Summoner

Series: Fire Emblem.

Character: King of Faerghus!Dimitri.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Summoner!Reader.

Notes: Reader is Gender Neutral.

Ever since Dimitri had been summoned to Askr it had been something new and unexpected for him. His friends and loved ones were there. Along with other versions of himself and his friends!

It took him a while to adjust to this new kingdom and see different versions of his friends. However, Dimitri had someone there for him since he arrived to adjust to this new kingdom.

Who was that someone? Why it was you of course! Ever since you summoned Dimitri you and him grew with each other and developed a deep bond with one another.

From helping him in battle after battle and defeating countless foes. To help him understand how even ended up in Askr and explain things he was unfamiliar with.

Dimitri and you had been there for each other and became very close over time. Although lately, Dimitri had been thinking something over as of late. It's about you and how he felt towards you.

Dimitri valued his and your time together but wanted more for you and him to spend every day together. So he planned to tell you how he felt as he planned to with you later in the day. The time was quickly approaching so he left to speak with you at the location he told you to meet at.

When Dimitri arrived he already saw you there waiting for him. "Ah, summoner thank you for taking the time to speak with me," Dimitri spoke already relaxing by being near you.

"Of course, Dimitri getting to spend any more time with you. Is something I'd take the opportunity to do!" Always so kind and honest Dimitri liked that about you.

"There is something rather important I would like to speak with you about." He spoke again struggling to find his words. However, after some time he finally finds the words to say.

"When you summoned me here to Askr I had already been crowd King back home in Faerghus. But even as a King I continue to grow and learn new things. So far here in Askr all of that has been thanks to you summoner."

He paused for a moment before speaking once again. "Please summoner stand by my side and help me become a king Faerghus can be proud of!" He spoke now awaiting your response.

"But I already have been Dimitri! For the entire time, I have had you here with me. There was no need to speak with about this!" You let a chuckle after finishing what you said to him.

That...was not the response he was expecting maybe he should be more direct? Yes surely by being more direct about what he truly says and what he is feeling! "Ah of course summoner but I meant it in a different light."

"I wish for you to stand by my side as my king/queen. So that with you by my side I will have all the support and love I need. For the people of Faerghus to have a king they can be proud of."

You were stunned for a moment unsure of what to say. However, after a while, you gathered your thoughts and gave a response to Dimitri. "Oh, Dimitri so that's what you meant. Then yes I'll be your king/queen and stand by your side. By being with you I'll show Faerghus how lucky they are to have such an amazing king."

Dimitri smiled as he embraced you in a hug. "Thank you summoner you've truly made me a happy king. I love you." You hugged Dimitri. "And I love you too Dimitri."

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[yoshkeii]

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠/ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

࿐ character(s): Edelgard, Claude, Dimitri (Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes)

࿐ genre: sfw, fluff

࿐ type: headcanons

࿐ requested by: BY ME- 

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ the three lords and their sleepy hcs (can contain morning & night moments)

A/N: first fire emblem post but its not me just hyperfixating over one character. there’s multiple. and the three lords are FIRST. feeding myself fire emblem content by being a self-indulgent little shit 🏃‍♂️💨

𝙴𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍:

→ although she experiences frequent nightmares and lays awake due to her insomnia. she wouldn’t expect something or even someone to make her feel at ease to try to sleep. but sometimes the world can be unexpected. and the world gave you to her.

→ i have a feeling Edelgard would make sure you are asleep first, the sight of your sleeping expression brings her a shit ton of comfort and reassurance you are safe. a comfortable moment where she feels at peace with your warm body next to her, under the same blankets and sheets.

→ thou sometimes you wait for her to fall asleep, wanting your beloved to actually get some sleep so she won’t seem so tired with her duties the next days.

→ being one of the lords, she has the confidence to big spoon you, and she does- just having you close to her within her reach. inbetween her arms.

→ once it reaches morning, she makes sure to give you a little kiss on your face before she leaves to get ready for the day ahead of her. always leaving you to sleep in a little longer before she would check up on you moments later. and eventually wake you up.

→ Edelgard would time to time not want to get out of bed, comfortable and content to sleep. happy to have someone she can cuddle with days and nights ends.

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎:

→ the type to hold you close. very close. as he doesn’t have too much time with you due to his own duties and important things to attend too, he would do anything to keep you close just for a little longer. or even a while longer.

→ which comes to him making any excuse to keep you with him in bed. especially when morning comes with the birds chirping and breaking sunlight between curtains.

→ trying to slip away from his grasp in the morning is hard, as one of his arms hook around your waist tiredly. but it was soon greeted with his other arm closing in to pull you back onto the bed. soft whines leaving his lips like a puppy and an obvious pout adoring his tired face. he just wants you to stay with him a little longer, would you let him indulge?

→ definitely will spoil you. breakfast in bed... showering you in kisses, face and body too... playing with your hair if you let him or letting you play with his quite messy cocoa hair. and a few other things Claude will list.

→ though, on mornings where Claude must admit he’s busy and has to leave to tend to those duties, he always makes sure he tells you sweet nothings and a kiss on your lips or cheek before departing.

→ cant lie... Claude will likely wake up earlier than you as its- really part of his daily schedule before meeting you. but besides that, he lays in bed. watching your handsome face till he forces himself to get up. his mind just lingering of you majority of his mornings, and he’s not complaining.

𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒:

→ its kinda hard seeing him in particular to be soft and all that fluffy jazz with his actual- lore and story... but i just love him too much.

→ Dimitri is (to me) definitely touched starved. so initiating most of the cuddles under the comfortable sheets and blankets would be a new experience with him, one that would take time for him to get used to.

→ but he’s definitely not denying any touch from you. as he may dislike fragile things and anything alike, but your gentle touch that skim his skin. whether it be on his arms, wrists, hands, his face- it makes him yearn and lean closer to your warming body. 

→ his eyes softly closed in the action as he places his own hand over yours whenever you touch his face. nuzzling gentle and maybe the rare bold chance of him pecking a kiss on your palm.

→ mornings with him, is usually him waking before you, leaving to go clean himself up and maybe making/grabbing breakfast for you to bring to the shared room. his eyes softening seeing your resting figure comfortable.

→ Dimitri would always say gentle, sweet sappy nothings to you whenever you are asleep. saving himself from the embarrassment that would occur when you hear him say it. but at the same time he’s so tame and tender with his movements when it comes to you. he treats you like a piece of artwork that could crack any moment, though you may have flaws and possible cracks, you are seen as a Kintsugi to him.

#at-dusk;- 🌆 #folder 📁;- 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 #FE x male reader #fire emblem x male reader #fire emblem x reader #FE x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h x male reader #dimitri x male reader #claude x male reader #edelgard x male reader #dimitri x reader #claude x reader #edelgard x reader #x male reader #x reader #fire emblem fluff #fluff #hcs #headcanons

[fiction-box]

Hello there ^^

Are your requests still open ? If yes I’d like to request a character x reader scenario or headcanons (which ever is better for you) for Dimitri and Claude (separately pls) with a female or gender neutral reader (not Byleth) who is asexual ?(When someone identifies as asexual that means that they don’t feel any sexual attraction towards any gender)

Scenario for orientation/inspiration : They just confessed to each other, but the reader wants them to know that they’re asexual before they get official, since it can be a potential dealbreaker. So the reader tells them that they don’t plan on ever having s”x with them, will also not do any compromises (not even for children/heirs) and tells them that they should search for another partner if they’re not happy/accept it, since the reader will not step over their boundaries for a partner or their partners pleasure.

If you don’t want to write both, then please just for Claude. I hope you are well and have a great day/night ^^

Happy Thursday, my lovely! I finally got some free time to put my writing into an online sheet, so you can imagine this work has been crafted over the course of several weeks. I'm going to attempt to post much more often (as I have wanted to for so long now), but life happens and I tend to be busy.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this work despite my tardiness. Have a wonderful weekend.

To everyone, please feel free to fill my inbox! My rules are pinned to the top of my blog, so request as much as you'd like after reading those!

The story will be continued under the cut.

“What are you doing out here so late?”

You whipped your head around in shock, getting a good look at the man that had snuck up on you.

“Goodness, Dimitri,” you sighed, placing a hand over your chest in an attempt to quell your racing heartbeat, “a little more warning next time? You almost scared me right off the bridge!”

The moon shone high in the sky, illuminating the bridge to Garreg Mach’s cathedral in a faint, white glow. You found yourself stopped at the center of it, taking in the way the trees created long shadows in the night.

But now your eyes were trained on the new King of Fodlan. His appearance here, in the middle of the night, ran almost too coincidental with where your thoughts had been headed.

“Ah, my apologies,” he returned with a chuckle, “You never did answer my question, though.”

At this, you ducked your head, “I…just…”

How were you meant to communicate the reason without scaring him off? You were hopeful, yet fear engulfed you. That was why you were here tonight. You wanted to sort out your feelings…about him.

“Was that…too intrusive? I do not mean to bother you.”

You wished you could find the courage to speak, or even just to look at him.

“Perhaps I ought to leave you here, for tonight. Know that I am here to talk if you wish.”

Hearing him shift to move finally prompted you to return his gaze, “No, that’s not what I want. It’s just…hard for me to find the words. The easiest way to put it would be to say that my thoughts were keeping me from sleep. I figured a walk might help me work through some things, but I’ve had no such luck, so far.”

“I see,” he nodded once, stepping forward to your side, staring out at the view that had held your attention for so long tonight. “I could say I came out here for a similar reason, myself.”

You kept your eyes on him, “If you wouldn’t mind sharing, may I ask what it is that has kept you up so late?”

He turned to you slowly, his face turning darker, “I suppose you will find out, eventually. I might as well tell you now.”

“Oh, well, if I’m going to find out anyway, there’s no reason for you to say it.” 

Perhaps it was some plan or strategy for the Kingdom to rebuild, you reasoned.

“You can deliver the news to me alongside everyone else.”

Dimitri gave a light chuckle, “No, I’m afraid that wouldn’t be proper.”

Propriety? You wondered. There must be another matter on his mind, then.

Lightly, the blond reached out for your left hand, placing it in his own and bringing it to his lips. The action made your eyes widen and your heart skip a beat.

“Dimitri…”

“I believe I have fallen in love with you.”

Involuntarily, you took a step back.

You weren’t ready for this conversation, yet. That was part of the real reason you came out here. Yes, you were in love with Dimitri, but things weren’t that simple. You loved yourself, too, and you would never betray yourself. Not even for the love of another.

In truth, it was your love for him that made you hesitate. You weren’t interested in…copulation…but for stability reasons, Fodlan’s throne would need an heir. Seeing how the Kingdom had taken over Fodlan, it would be safest to keep the rule within the current royal bloodline. Namely, Dimitri’s.

That wasn’t even considering his crest. The crest of Blaiddyd had been a symbol of great power for generations. How selfish would it be for you to cause its end all because you weren’t interested in sex?

So, though you loved Dimitri, you weren’t planning on ever making your feelings known to him. The world would be better off with the two of you apart.

And yet you had found yourself coming here for a walk, anyway. You had questioned whether or not to ruin everything if only to save your bleeding heart.

And somehow, you wound up in this position; Dimitri coming to you with his heart in his hands while all you could do was step back.

Selfish and selfless. A fool all the same.

“...I see…” the royal waivered, lowering your hand, “Forgive me, I believe I have read all this terribly wrong.”

Say something, you idiot! Don’t let it end like this!

“I can’t.”

He stopped himself just before releasing your hand.

“...what?”

“I want to say it back. Truly, I do,” you began to explain softly, “but, thinking of the future, I know that I could never.”

“Why not?” he questioned, stepping in towards you, “Is there something wrong with me? Are you unable to forgive the sins of my past?”

He looked down to the side, “If that is the case, I do not blame you.”

“No, that isn’t what I meant at all!”

“You are a noble, so that cannot be what you are worried about. You are kind, beautiful, compassionate, patient…no doubt the people would love you.”

“Please, stop,” you begged under your breath, shutting your eyes.

Dimitri lifted your hand once more, grasping it in both of his own, this time, “You would make a wonderful mother. I have always dreamt of having a large fami-”

“That!” you almost sobbed, pulling your hand out of his. Even just hearing him say such things made your head spin and your stomach swirl, “That is the reason I cannot…we cannot…”

“You…do not wish to have a family?”

Why is this so hard? I wish it didn’t have to be this hard.

“I don’t want to…to have sex.”

“But…”

“Please, don’t try to change my mind,” your eyes met his, “If I thought I could manage it, even just for an heir, I would have done so in a heartbeat for you. But I have thought about it, and I have tried to change my mind.”

Your arms wrapped around yourself. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and your throat was beginning to tighten, “I love you, Dimitri. I love you so much that it hurts, but I just…I can’t do that. I could never betray myself.”

For a moment, there was nothing. You closed your eyes, and a droplet made its way from the corner of your eye down your cheek.

Suddenly, your tears were being wiped away. Dimitri had taken off his gloves and was cupping your face with his hands. His thumb swiped under your eyes, and the prince let his forehead rest against yours.

“That is all I would ask of you. Just knowing that you return my feelings is enough,” his eyes never left yours, “I love you. Not for what you can or cannot do, but because of who you are. We can work together to find the solution for that issue, but know that you are worth so much more than your desire to have children.”

He made you feel so foolish for even worrying. Of course you could work it out together. So long as you had one another, the rest could fall into place.

Separating his forehead from yours, Dimitri wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Though his armor was cold and unforgiving, his hands were warm. Kind, just as you had known them to be.

No matter what would happen next, you would always have Dimitri. He was all you needed to trust that everything would turn out for the best.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, this is where you ran off to?”

“Woah! Who-?” your heart practically leapt into your throat as you spun around, quickly backing into the railing.

Claude laughed, though his gaze darted between you and the railing for a moment.

“Hey, take it easy! I just didn’t think you were the type to come to the Goddess Tower when you’re worried, is all. Don’t, uh…don’t throw yourself over the railing about it.”

Your eyes widened further than they had already once you realized how dangerous that could have been.

“Oh my-!” swiftly, you put distance between yourself and the rail. “N-No! That wasn’t my intention at all!”

A bit of tension left the royal’s body, at that. The release was visible.

“Good.”

A sigh turned into a breathy laugh from Claude, “Seriously, don’t scare me like that. I don’t know what I would have done if that encounter went differently.”

Like this, you could see just how shaken your leader actually was. It seemed to have quite the impact on you, too.

“Well…don’t follow people into towers only to scare them at the top! You scared me!”

“Okay, okay! It’s my fault, I’m sorry. Can we just…move past this now?”

You nodded, and a beat of silence passed between the two of you.

“...how did you know I was worried?”

“Intuition,” the wyvern rider smirked. “Come on, you don’t really think I see you as the type to ditch an informal celebration, right? One in your honor, no less?”

“It’s for all the Golden Deer, not just me.”

“I’m not hearing any argument on that first part.”

You paused, clenching your teeth behind your closed lips the slightest amount and looking to the side.

“Yeah, not really helping your case, there. You know you can trust me with anything, don’t you?”

He looked so lucid, and yet…timid? Sheepish?

…Afraid…?

Well, so were you.

“It’s…my mother. I just needed to get away from everyone; I didn’t want to ruin the celebration by forcing everyone to put up with me when…my heart really isn’t in it.”

“Oh,” that strange emotion from before left his eyes. Almost like he was…disappointed? “Is she sick?”

“That’s not it,” you turned away from him a little, shifting in the same direction as your gaze. “She sent me a letter. Now that the war is over, she’s going to force me to get married.”

Claude’s expression grew pensive, “...To force you…Do you not want to get married at all?”

You looked at him, then, “No…yes?” you took a breath, trying to start over, “It’s, um…I…”

“Take your time. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

He says that, but he seems to be more interested in this topic than the last…

Glancing aside again, you took a breath and released it.

“I’m afraid. I’m completely fine with marriage, but I can’t…” another deep breath as you lowered your voice, “I refuse to have children. Even the thought of sex makes me sick. Of course, there’s the matter of promising to spend my life with a stranger or someone I don’t love…though I wouldn’t hesitate to do that if it meant…”

Your eyes found Claude’s, only to see his expression frozen in what you believed was shock.

“Ah,” you recoiled slightly, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have unloaded all that on you!” You blushed more than you knew capable, ducking your head out of his sight and covering your face with your hands, for good measure, “Just…forget I even said anything!”

“No, you’re completely fine! I’m just surprised this is the first time I’ve heard about any of this!” he reassured you, “I was just thinking,”

Well, that could have gone worse, at least.

“Let me get this straight,” you calmed yourself down enough to look at your house leader, noticing that expression from before returning to his face. “You would rather marry a complete stranger than someone you loved, just so long as you knew you wouldn’t have to have sex with them?”

You nodded, afraid he was judging you.

Instead, Claude let out a breath of air through his nose, “In that case, I think I have a solution to both of those problems.”

He crossed the short distance between you, taking both your hands in his own and lifting them before you could process what was happening.

“Marry me.”

“-! Claude…” you breathed.

“I love you. I love you enough to respect your boundaries because what matters to me is that I get to spend my life at your side. The thought of you marrying some stranger just to be true to yourself…Even if you don’t love me-”

“I do!” you cried, beginning to tear up. “I do love you, Claude, this is just…I didn’t want to force any of this onto you. A lot of people see this sort of thing as a deal-breaker, and I…I couldn’t do that to you-!”

Claude let go of your hands, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He felt you shake as you took a breath, tears now flowing freely from your eyes.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I love you, just like this.”

Your tears came even faster as you outright sobbed into his chest. Not even your own mother had said such words to you. At home, you were more of a nuisance than a noble; a pawn that was reluctant to be played.

Pulling away slightly, you wiped your eyes and looked into Claude’s green ones.

“I…I have to be sure. You’re really okay with spending your entire life with me without…a-and you won’t with anyone else, either? Is that really what you choose?”

The Almyran King chuckled, “Well, I can’t say it’s a path I anticipated for myself, but I can’t say I anticipated you having this preference, either.” He smiled at you, “It just goes to show I have so much more to look forward to learning about you, and I can’t imagine letting anyone else get ahead of me, there,” Claude winked.

You didn’t move, waiting.

“Just like I said, though, a large part of my happiness comes from being near you. There’s no way I’m giving any part of it up just so I can bed someone each night. You’re the one I fell in love with, not your body or what you could have offered in the bedroom.”

Finally, you sighed and felt something in your chest relax.

“Don’t get me wrong, though! I still expect you to have a pillow and a blanket waiting in there! This isn’t gonna work if I wake up with my back stiff each morning.”

Giggling, you stepped back into him, the two of you holding one another with silly grins on your faces.

The future looked brighter with someone who loved you at your side.

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[hometownrockstar]

i dont really care anymore for those depictions of ships where theyre like, hopelessly pining clumsy oblivious idiots who stare at the other one all blushing like when in fanfics they go 'Oh. Oh.' You know what I'm talking about? Right now I'm either into where the line of platonic and romantic is super blurry and like both parties dont necessarily act super romantic with each other all the time but if they kissed it would feel totally natural n wouldnt feel like their relationship "changed" or anything. Or im into dynamics where theyre just so weird and crazy with one another in a bizarre psychosexual manner where theres these dynamics between the two but neither act weird or self aware of it like its all straightforward and the tension is palpable and youre watching it like. Well i dont know if this is romantic or sexual or what but it definitely IS something.

#I dont really have examples sorry (except the first one thats dimitri and percie) #These are mostly dynamics i construed in my head for random ships and oc stuff #Idk i guess im more into exploring the intricacies of the psychosexual and unspoken desires than i am conventional romance atm #Not that fluff or sweet romance cant play a part in that. Obvs dimitri and percival are more on that end

[noahsteensonfilms]

I'm my book "This is Achillean" I wanted to make sure that the main characters are very flawed, but you still want to root for them.

For example, Patrick is Entitled and Snobbish. This makes sense as he comes from money and fame. However, he is still nice to others and is a good boyfriend to Ambrose. Balancing out his flaws.

Ambrose on the other hand is nice, talented and has humility. However, he can be a little insensitive by always cracking jokes, he uses his immense power to get what he wants, and has bad anger issues (which will be explored in later chapters).

This applies to secondary characters to a lesser degree, such as Dimitri and Shinsuke.

A MODERN ADAPTATION OF THE ILLIAD!

READ "THIS IS ACHILLEAN" ON WATTPAD NOW!

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[misselko]

Lovely Distraction

Hardworker Dimitri gets hard when he sees you in such a bold, provocative lingerie. Winter in Faerghus might be bitter and harsh, but your lovely husband is always more than eager to keep you warm thorougly and properly with his muscular body.

Warnings: Sex, lingerie, suggestive content, smut, creampie, breeding kink

Your bed is cold as you try to make yourself comfortable under the sheets, the other half of the mattress painfully empty with the absence of your husband. He’s off doing work in his study room, buried in a massive stack of paperwork despite it being some ungodly hour of the late night. Dimitri’s work is never finished as the new king of the United Fódlan.

As much as you love and appreciate his diligence, you wish Dimitri would take more breaks during the days and stop his work in the evenings so he could spend his nights with you. Your personal time as husband and wife is far and few between these days, it seems.

You bite your tongue, not wanting to sound like a nagging wife. But there are moments as time goes on that you feel very alone. Dimitri would leave early in the morning for his daily training and meetings and come back to your shared Royal Chamber late at night when you are fast asleep. Sometimes there are even times when he is gone for weeks for his kingly duties or quelling minor rebellions on borderlines, making you worry about him and think of the worst.

How long has it been since the last time you spend your time together? A month? Two month? Dimitri deserves a nice break. Maybe a little distraction could help.

You push yourself out of bed and change your outfit into something more appropriate for visiting Dimitri at his desk. Covering yourself up with a blue silk dressing gown, you leave your room to go find him.

You make your way over to Dimitri after pushing open the door to his study room and shutting it behind you softly, who’s hunched over his desk, quill scribbling haphazardly in his hand.

“Dimitri, it’s late,” you say softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. “Come to bed.”

“Apologies, my beloved,” he replies, setting his quill and papers aside to reach up and lace a hand through one of yours. “Just a little bit more.”

“But I want you in bed now,” you whisper, kissing the side of his face. “Is there anything I can do to persuade you to drop whatever you’re doing and finish it in the morning, Dima?”

“I’ll join you later. Unfortunately these papers won’t finish themselves,” he chuckles softly.

“But I have a pleasant surprise for you—hopefully this’ll change your mind, love.” You pull your arms away from his shoulders and work on undoing the ribbon around your waist that keeps your dressing gown closed. The gossamer silk falls to the floor below silently, leaving you in a delicate harmony of white lace and blue ribbons.

Dimitri turns to face you, opening his mouth to say something, but he’s robbed of any speech when he takes in what you’re wearing. His cheeks turn red, so red you can see it in the dimly-lit room, blush illuminated by the oil lamps on his desk.

The blue velvet dainty ribbon wraps around your breasts is the shade of blue that leaves little to none for the imagination. Subtle flimsy lace along the top barely covering your breasts, disappears in the plunging neckline—suggesting a bold look. Pearl white fading into captivating sheer blue satin that accentuates your body perfectly.

Dimitri’s breathing is starting to come in pants as he reaches out to drag the pad of his thumb along the border between lace and skin. His skin is rough and warm, a luxurious contrast to the smooth texture of the lace. A breathy moan escapes from your throat when his large hands move along the lace of your leggings up onto sultry garter straps and your matching panties. It always seems like he is worshiping you with his hands any time he touches you like this.

“Do you know what you do to me, beloved?”

Dimitri pulled back with a lidded eye as he mouthed a thankful prayer to the Goddess Sothis. He’s struggling to find words: a compliment, a reprimand, anything.

“This is far from appropriate,” he exhales after what feels like years of torment. “I suggest you should cover up, dear. Winter cold is bitter and unforgiving here, in Faerghus.” The way his eye is darting all over your body betrays the way he scolds you for your clothing.

“Maybe I’ll need you to persuade me, Dima. I’m freezing,” you tease, stepping forward to circle around his chair, sitting on his lap. Your thighs are essentially bare against him, the sheer silk of your stockings and lace of your garter belt doing little to keep you modest.

You’re so very warm and your warmth makes Dimitri feel so alive. So alive. “Beloved, I insist, we should be getting to bed now. I-I will do my best to warm you, then,” Dimitri stammers, hands placed awkwardly on his desk. As arousing as you look right now, he’s far too embarrassed to reach out and grab you. This is his very first time seeing you in such a provocative ensemble.

You giggle, leaning forward to press your breasts up against his chest. The two of you are impossibly close now, bodies separated only by what he’s wearing, since your outfit can hardly be considered clothing. “But you were so insistent on getting your work done that you said you didn’t want to come to bed yet. Had a change of mind?”

He doesn’t have a reply this time, if his stutters and blushing are any indication for that.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s at least have some alone time before we go to bed,” you offer, taking his hands in your palms and bringing his hands around to rest on your butt—bare, save for the straps of your garter belt that connect to your thigh-high stockings. Dimitri settles his palms onto your warm skin tentatively—his prudishness hasn’t faded in the months since marrying you.

Despite his hesitance, you can feel Dimitri hardening beneath his trousers, a bulge pressing up against your inner thigh. He leans in close to catch your lips in his as he moves his hands off of your ass to fondle your breasts. Pulling away from your lips to look you in the eye, Dimitri reaches for his large fur cloak on his desk and drapes it over your body.

“Let’s take some time to ourselves then.” Dimitri’s voice is husky as he whispers into your ear. Never in your life you had him tidying his desk in such a flash. Dimitri carries you back to your shared Royal Chamber Dimitri with utmost attention—careful to not hurt you with his inhumane strength.

A gentle smile blossoms on your lips when you tease him. “This giant cloak and fireplace are sufficient for me, Dima. I feel warm enough already.”

Dimitri raises a brow at you before he starts his strides to get you to your shared chambers. You know that hungry look, and your heart is thrumming within your chest from the excitement. Dimitri presses a kiss to your forehead before you rest your head against his chest as he continues towards the door. His boots echo through the hall as you are enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in his embrace. You can only hear his loud heartbeat in your ear, accentuating excitement that is visible on his flushed crimson cheeks.

The chill air and his fingers against your thighs make you shiver against the door. You barely close it behind your back when Dimitri turns his attention to the top of your breasts to nibble at the exposed flesh. He makes a short work of your lingerie—tearing the delicate fabrics with his teeth and hands, leaving you bare in seconds. Your breath catches from the intensity of the desire you see within Dimitri’s cerulean eye as he pulls you away from the wall, then lays you carefully on the bed—hungry eye feasts on your own.

Dimitri’s touch is reverent as his hands trace up your legs, brushing over your crotch. They continue their path upwards, grazing your body, over the curve of your breast, and the plane of your chest, making you shudder with excitement.

“I’m not done with you like this just yet, my love. Please let me know if I hurt you. It’s... been awhile.”

The tender kiss to your lips has you ripping open your eyes, blinking back the lust to admire the man on top of you. It’s maddening, how beautiful Dimitri is, especially in moments like this, when he thinks he’s being too rough on you while he is pressing the softest of kisses to your face.

“I trust you, Dima. You will never bring any harm to me,” you pause and give him a chaste kiss on his nose, “I-I want more of your attention. I miss you far too much, my love.”

Happy tears are brimming on Dimitri’s eye from your words. He presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “Me too... I still don’t know what I did to deserve you, my dearest (Y/N).”

You’re surprised how well Dimitri is holding himself together because you are a puddle beneath his palms. He presses a finger to your lips and you obey immediately, licking the digit all over until it’s wet and his eye doesn’t leave yours as you work—Dimitri doesn’t even blink. It makes everything so much hotter and his cock jumps with desperate need.

His wet hand drags down, across the column of your neck, circling around your nipple. Cerulean blue eye meet yours, asking silent permission. You nod once, unable to look away as Dimitri hooks his fingers—tearing over your lacy panties keenly—the last article of clothing on your body.

You had lost count of how many of your garments Dimitri had ripped on purpose or accident. It is going to be another long night in his arms, but you certainly wouldn’t be complaining.

Finally, Dimitri makes it to your wet pussy, circling around it, and dips his finger inside, the slick allowing it to slide in easily. You can’t bite back the whine trying to escape when Dimitri pumps his finger in a steady rhythm, his thumb brushing over your clit.

Your legs tremble, nearly ready to collapse from the pleasure mounting higher and higher. You feel like your heart is pulsing between your legs, thumping louder and harder until you could no longer hold back. Gripping at the crumpled sheets under your hands, you gasp and cry out his name as a breathtaking climax runs through you.

Slowly you’re coming down, meeting that mesmerizing blue eye, blissed out from Dimitri’s fingers. You shudder at the loss when Dimitri slowly pulls his finger out of you, already missing the warmth. Your cheeks blossom with red when you watch as he brings it to his own mouth, sucking the taste of you off.

“D-Dima!! W-what are you doing?”

Heat pools in your stomach again as his tongue peeks out, licking the remnants of your juice from the tip of his thumb erotically.

“It saddens me beyond measure that I could not savor your sweet nectar, beloved. But I would agree that I wouldn’t want anyone else seeing your angelic beauty. That flush on your face while you breathe my name is something only I should be so lucky to take pleasure in, beloved.”

Your heart swells with pang of sadness and love for Dimitri. You can’t help but to kiss your husband passionately—pouring all of your love, soul, and devotion to him. It is a miracle that Dimitri is able to pull away gently from your embrace, backing off the bed to strip out of his boots, clothes, and pants hastily.

Dimitri crawls up your body with his nose and lips brushing your skin, taking in your scent. He turns your head and plants a heated kiss on your lips; stealing your breath and you eagerly pressed back with an insatiable hunger. You can faintly taste yourself in his mouth as Dimitri brings his hands forward to caress your skin, cupping at your breasts and kneading them in his hands. He tenderly fondles them, adoring their softness.

“You are one of the most amazing gifts I have ever received, (Y/N).” Dimitri brushes each thumb over your nipples, watching the pink buds harden. Those fingers begin to tease your nipples, twisting and tweaking at them in ways that make your hips jerk forward more to grind against his cock.

Humming in approval, your husband gives a light squeeze and chuckles at the gasp that falls from your throat. You take in a sharp inhale when he leans downwards to suck tenderly upon the hardened nipple, wiggling his tongue all across one of your breasts. His other hand keeps groping the other one between his fingers, all while your hips rock together in blissful harmony, enjoying how soft and delicate you feel beneath him.

His large hands slip around to grab your thighs when they melt into the mattress, ready for him. Dimitri’s intense grip will leave bruises tomorrow but you are going to pay it no mind—not when he sighs against your mouth, bucking his hips deliciously. His utter strength pushes you up the bed, has your back arching up into his warm, muscular body. Like a saccharine, you are eager for more delicious frictions but he presses you flat with his large hand on your stomach. Every point of contact your body has with him is on fire, alight with his touch.

“Dimitri,” you breathe, “Please,” you beg, raking your fingers desperately through his hair.

“Your wish is my command, my love.” Dimitri growls and aligns himself in front of your entrance. The tip pushed the outer lips apart with ease, and you gracefully accepted him inside. “F-Feels heavenly as always.” He groans at the tightness that surrounds his cock before beginning to pull back and thrusts forward to push his length deep inside of your pussy.

Dimitri did not falter with his thrusting. He impales his cock inside of your cunt, growling at how you squeeze his length each time he shifts his hips. It is perfect.

The bed begins to creak violently underneath the two of you as he increases in speed. Snapping forward with his hips, he starts to hit inside much quicker. The urgency of his sharp thrusts makes you gasp for a breath, air knocked out of your lungs, while finding a grip in his hair again to pull on.

His hips drive into you with more forceful pounding, permeating the room with the sounds of your love making—it is going to bruise from his force. This is ecstasy; The force behind his rams made you gasp and grunt, clawing at the sheets between your fingers with desperate need.

“Dima... I-I....!!”

Your body is overrun with the euphoria of another climax, cumming across his cock as he fucks you through the mind boggling orgasm. Your eyes roll back, and you shut them tight, twitching as Dimitri continues to stimulate you with rough thrusts.

You try to move and meet his thrusts but it’s all messy because you can’t think straight and all of a sudden he's grabbing both of your wrists from where they wander down the hills of his back, pinning them high above your head.

“Dima,” you slur, trying to move your hands from his grip. You want to touch him so badly, but his grip stays firm. “More…”

Whines and moans slipping past your lips without your permission each time he pushes forward with fervor—raw and fast. Dimitri feels himself on the precipice of release, getting closer each time the head of his dick kisses your cervix. He thrusts into you two, three, four more times before he grunts, pushing himself up to the hilt as his cock throbs inside of you.

“T-take it all, beloved!!”

Gasping, his cock bursts inside of you, releasing thick, warm loads of cum flooding inside of your womb. You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as you yourself come undone beneath him.

Everything’s all blurred and fuzzy, blissed out from your intense love making. You can feel Dimitri tremble as he groans into your skin, his nose buried deep in your neck. Dimitri stays still once the last bit twitches out, feeling his cock start to soften.

“Thank you, Dima. That was wonderful...” You whisper, still catching your breath after being so thoroughly railed by your husband. But Dimitri just smiles sweetly, leaning down to kiss you on top of your sweaty forehead, pushing some hair back from your eyes.

“Now that you feel warm enough... That was a great prelude,” Dimitri muses, trying to catch your breath. “May we have another round?"

Rosy pink on Dimitri’s cheeks is a juxtaposition to his recent ferocity. Your heart melts when you watch him fiddling with the blanket nervously and looks away from you. He doesn’t even notice when you reach for something else to wear from your wardrobe.

“I would not mind another intrusion like this on my study room in the future from my lovely wi—.... Beloved!? W-What are you w-wearing...!!”

“I feel a bit cold since you have ruined my clothes. So I had to wear yours, Dima.” You can hear Dimitri’s breath hitched in his throat when he sees you clad only in his fur cloak and a small strip of panties with sheer flower embroidery. An innocent smile on your lips is a sinful contrast to the enchanting picturesque—especially when Dimitri is gawking at his thick cum dribbles on your inner thighs lewdly.

”I will make sure that you are... Ahem. Thoroughly and properly warmed, then, beloved,” he gulps and pulls you on his lap, admiring your gorgeous body. “I do not think we would get any sleep if you keep on teasing me like this, (Y/N).”

“Then let us not.”

He puffs out a laugh and it’s music to your ears. You can’t help yourself rolling over and kissing the sound from his mouth, tasting the sweet noise on your tongue.

Dimitri sure has a soft spot for delicate lingeries. You make a mental note to send your personal thanks later to Mercedes and Annette who had recommended them to you. It would be wise to get more to provide for your husband more..... distractions in the future.

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[onyxedskies]

this is a piece for the lovely @omgkalyppso, go show them some support!

pairing: dimitri x neutral reader

word count: 1048

warnings: none!

Though it hadn’t been dark when you had first sat on the bed, you realized with a start that it was now. You’d been sitting on your bed for hours, it seemed, staring blankly at a wall as you tried to find the energy to get up and do something. But you had few responsibilities today, and you and Dimitri typically took your dinner in your chambers anyway. What harm could it do?

Snow had started falling in the early morning, and it was now piled high on your balcony, the top layer likely coated in a thin sheet of ice. You weren’t cold, per se - the fire in the hearth prevented that - but the persistent chill of Fhirdiad winter had long since seeped into your bones, hardening itself in your war-worked joints. It seemed the chill had invaded the edges of your mind now as well, clouding your thoughts with an ever-present exhaustion.

You heard the door to the drawing room open, looking up to see Dimitri standing there, removing his shoes with the shoehorn you kept just outside your chambers. You didn’t realize you’d forgotten to close the door when you stepped in hours before, but you supposed it didn’t matter now. 

Dimitri looked up towards you, eyebrows furrowing when he realized you were sitting on the bed, still in your day clothes and likely looking somewhat dazed. You tried to smile at him, but felt it fall after a moment. 

“Beloved? Are you okay?” Dimitri’s voice was soft as he walked toward you, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shrugged, not meeting his eyes and instead staring down at the bedspread. “Just tired, I think.” It was only somewhat a lie. You did feel tired, that much was true, but not necessarily in the traditional sense. It was more like your conscience and responsibilities as the King’s partner were weighing more heavily on you than they usually did, sapping at your patience and strength even despite the lack of physical exertion required.

Dimitri opened his arms to you, and you fell into them, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around you. You fell against him, broad chest and strong arms enveloping you in comfort. You buried your face in his shoulder, and he tightened his grip on you gently, holding you close. You felt yourself smile slightly, proud of the progress you’ve made together, proud of the way Dimitri no longer fears his strength and has enough of a handle on it to do this for you. 

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?” His words were gentle, curious but not prying. It was an open invitation, a lifeline of sorts. Gratitude filled you, thankful that he understood approximately what was wrong even despite your inability to voice it aloud.

“Yes,” you admitted. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. You heard a soft chuckle, and you had no doubt it was because your face was still pressed into his shoulder.

You lapsed into silence for a while, Dimitri rubbing your back gently as you basked in his warmth, feeling a little bit of the ice at the edges of your consciousness melting away. It had been a while since you were able to do this, sit together without a purpose other than to simply exist together. It was nice. It was what you needed, even if you hadn’t known it before now.

“You’re doing so well,” Dimitri whispered out of nowhere. “So perfect for me, for the country. I never would have made it this far without your support. You’re so strong, Beloved.”

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, and you burrowed further into his warmth, making yourself as small as possible. Dimitri just hugged you closer, surrounding you yet again in his comfort. You had no doubt he knew you were smiling, and you were sure he was smiling in return.

“You’re so wonderful,” he whispered. “So smart, so powerful. The way you’re able to balance everything is awe-inspiring. I love you so much. So, so much.”

“I love you too,” you murmured. 

Dimitri leaned down to kiss your forehead before resting his cheek on the top of your head. “I’m always here for you, darling. Always. No matter what.”

“I know,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, and the earnestness in his voice made you smile despite yourself. “I want to be here for you. Every moment of every day, for the rest of our lives.”

You hummed, snuggling ever closer to him, ever so grateful for the comfort he provided you just by being there. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too,” Dimitri said.

“You don’t have anything else to do, do you?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“I don’t,” Dimitri said. “Even if I did, you’re more important. You’ll always be more important.”

“I hope there are some exceptions to that rule,” you said.

“None,” he replied. You would have laughed if his tone wasn’t so serious. “You will always come first, Beloved. No matter what. The world can wait.”

You felt yourself flush again, but a broad smile was splitting your face now. You pulled away so you could look at him, Dimitri lifting his head from where it was pressed against yours.

“I love you,” you said, appreciating the way the corners of his eye crinkled with his smile. 

“I love you too,” he said. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your lips, pulling away with that same beautiful smile. “Always and forever.”

You stayed in his arms for a while longer, falling back into him. He hummed a lullaby, the one he had taught you in the early years of your relationship. You smiled at the memory, teaching him the words to the tune your best friend had taught you decades before, worlds and iterations of yourself colliding in the best way you could have hoped for.

You felt your exhaustion begin to tug at your eyelids, felt yourself relaxing even more in his hold. 

“Sleep, Beloved,” he murmured as he noticed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” you asked.

“Promise.”

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[frickingnerd]

dancing with dimitri

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

summary: dimitri asks you for a dance on the night of the ball...

all eyes were on you, as the prince of the holy kingdom of faerghus grabbed your hand and led you onto the dancefloor. a mere commoner like you, getting to dance with the future king. you would be staring in disbelief as well, if it hadn't been your hand that dimitri had grabbed. 

and now he was placing one hand on your waist, his other hand gently holding yours, as he started dancing with you. there was a small blush on his face and he could only sneak glances at you, before he got too flustered and had to look away again. 

you could barely hear the music that was playing as the two of you danced. your heart was beating way too loud for you to focus on anything else. you could only watch as dimitri's lips moved, unable to hear what he was telling you. 

"what did you say…?" 

your question caused the poor prince to blush even more and you worried you had overheard something very important. 

dimitri slowly closed the gap between the two of you, your body pressed against his, his hand wandering to your waist and holding you close to him, as he leaned in and whispered into your ear:

"i said, you look beautiful tonight~"

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[sxriusblxck]

hi baby bee!!!

requesting enzo smut with like teasing and casual dominance before and then punishment sex after PUH LEAAAASE but like rough punishment sex and then soft after care with big russian man 0_0

-🌿

hehe of course, my love

dmitri antonov x gn!afab!reader

warnings: teasing, very light exhibition, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, oral (female receiving), spanking, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 1,530

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"C'mere." Enzo's raspy purr pulls you from the daze you were in, eyes darting to meet his.

He's sat on Joyce's couch, Hopper sat next to him, hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey as he beckons you over.

You follow without hesitation, abandoning the task you'd already forgotten about in favor of trotting into the living room, taking your rightful place on one of his muscular thighs.

"Hi." You murmur, linking your arms around his neck.

"Wanna play?" He asks, accent thick from the whiskey he'd been sipping.

"No, I'll just watch."

You wouldn't say it out loud, but watching him play poker was extremely attractive. The way his eyebrows furrowed, how he bit his lip when he was concentrated, when he took a larger sip of his whiskey because he was dealt a bad hand. You were almost feral.

You're sat on his lap for a mere fifteen minutes before you start to get antsy. The game started to get less interesting, no longer entertained by Joyce's glare and Hopper's irritated grunts.

You spare a glance toward Dmitri, noting how focused he was on the on the game before plotting your next move.

Face displayed with a look of pure innocence, you shift your hips so your back is now against his chest and your ass is pressed against his crotch. You hear his disgruntled huff, but ignore it, grabbing his arms to wrap around your waist, spread cards now a half-foot away from you.

He relaxes after a minute, acclimating to the new position quickly. It's then when you decide to shift, his soft cock now nuzzled between your asscheeks through your leggings and his jeans.

"What are you doing?" He growls into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, grip tightening on your hip.

"I'm not doing anything." You whisper back, settling into your new position.

He grunts, returning his focus back to the game while you decide your next move.

You need it to be subtle enough where Joyce and Jim won't notice, but impactful enough the Dmitri will be effected by it.

Two minutes after his subtle warning, you grind your ass back into his now half-hard crotch, sliding it between the split of your ass.

"Stop." He growls, this time not a warning, but a command.

You don't respond, at least not verbally.

Spreading your legs so your knees are right outside of his, you grind against him again. Your turn your head so your mouth is right by his ear, nibbling gently at the lobe while Joyce and Jim's attention is focused elsewhere.

"I'm so wet for you." You whisper breathlessly into his ear, knowing just how much it would affect him.

His fingers grip you harder, posture straightening. You hear a sharp inhale from behind you before his cards are being thrown down onto the glass coffee table.

"I fold. We are leaving."

/////

You cry out, Dmitri's hand coming down on your ass once again.

"What's the number?" He grits, annoyance thick like molasses in his tone.

"S-Seven." You whimper out, ass already sore, stinging from the brunt of his open-palm against the sensitive flesh.

"Good." He hums.

He continues until he's reached twenty, your ass sore and mind beaten into submission.

He lifts you by your under-arms, tossing you so your back is on the bed, head on the plush pillows. He pulls his shirt over his head before kneeling on the bed, crawling until he's hovered above you, hands supporting his weight on either side of your head.

He grinds his thick, hard cock into your bare pussy, wetness soaking through his thin boxers. He moans, grinding harder as you whine.

"Please." You whimper, needy and unashamed.

He grins, shaking his head before moving down, nipping at your neck before crawling down your body until he's level with your navel.

He presses a kiss to your hip before moving toward your pussy, spreading your lips, groaning at the slight wet sound it makes. He leans in, licking a strip from your hole to your clit.

You moan, fisting the sheets as he laps at you. He collects every drop of your arousal before sucking at your clit like it gave him oxygen.

"ебать ребенка." He purrs into your cunt.

You don't know what he said, but the Russian dialect paired with the way he's lapping at your folds like a man starved has you crying out and grinding your hips into his face.

He groans, holding your hip, encouraging you to roll them into his face. Eating you like like it's his only purpose in life, he manages to slip two of his thick fingers into your hole like its nothing.

"P-Please." You're nearly crying, eyes wet with tears, throat thick from the need to scream his name until your neighbors know his name.

"You can hold on a bit longer." He separates from your sopping pussy to say before diving right back in.

You're in shambles. Fisting the bed sheets like it's the only thing keeping you centered to the earth, back arching like it'll break if you don't, pussy screaming for reprieve.

Just as you're about to fall off the edge, orgasm so close you can nearly taste it, he rips all stimulation away.

"Baby!" You cry, distressed from his denial.

"You have to learn somehow." He shrugs before climbing up the length of your body.

He's now eye-level with you, pouty lip and big doe eyes on display, just for him.

He tuts, shaking his head. "No, you're not getting away with this behavior once again."

Then his hand is around the base of his cock, stroking himself nice and slow while you watch. Lip jutted, eyes pleading, he fucks his fist to the sight.

You barely have time to wrap your lips around a 'please' before he's sinking into you to the hilt. Balls deep, tip kissing your cervix, you feel more than full.

"Fuck-" You cry, bare chest brushing his as your back arches off the bed.

"Baby." He pants. "Моя любовь, please."

His whining is new, but you know he's just as desperate as you are, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

You grind your hips upward, fucking yourself back on his cock while he starts a pace of steady thrusts.

"Oh fuck." Your voice breaks on the last syllable.

He grunts, swooping an arm under your waist, lifting your hips closer while he moves onto his knees. He hits even deeper this way, nearly in your stomach with how big he is.

The sloppy wet sound of him fucking you echoes through the room, bringing heat to your cheeks with how salacious it was.

He brings one of your legs up, hiking it over his shoulder so he gets even deeper, which you didn't think was possible.

"Jesus- так хорошо для меня." He damn near growls.

You mewl at his thick accent, squeezing down on his cock like it was your life's purpose. He grunts in response, bringing a hand down to toy with your sensitive clit.

"Close- m'so close, Dmitri."

"Come for me, baby." He instructs, and your body follows on command.

Crying out, your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling back as waves of euphoria wash over you.

He groans at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him, cock throbbing from within you, only prolonging your orgasm.

"Squeezing me so good." He purrs, letting his weight drop so his whole body is covering yours, fucking you into the mattress with all his strength.

Your cries fill the room, his fingers still on your overstimulated clit, urging you to grip his cock while he chases his own high.

His head fits itself within the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin while his hips grind into yours.

"Can't- feels so- please." You can barely form a sentence, too cock-drunk to even muster anything better than a few slurred words.

"You can take it, малыш." He grins. "Take my cock and I might let you come again."

You manage a nod, gasping out at the new angle, your sweet spot repeatedly getting abused with each powerful thrust. He's somehow managing to fuck you into, and up the bed. Your head is dizzy, chest heaving as he uses your pussy for his pleasure.

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy, balls thwacking against your ass, cock starting to leak the longer he goes on.

"Are you gonna come for me, Sir?" You peer up to him through your lashes, lips parting through a (slightly) dramatic gasp.

He groans, deep and loud.

"Fuck yes." His pink lips part. "Are you going to take my load, pet?"

"Please, give it to me, Sir."

"Take it, take it, take it." He groans, cock throbbing as he spills his load deep in your pussy.

Once your walls are thoroughly painted with his load, clit sensitive, and mind foggy, he pulls out and collapses beside you.

You're both panting as you roll onto your side, attaching your body to his side like a koala.

"I'm definitely doing that again now that I know this is the outcome."

#dmitri antonov #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #dmitri antonov smut #dmitri antonov fluff #dmitri antonov angst #dmitri antonov stranger things #enzo stranger things #dimitri antonov #dimitri antonov smut

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Happy new year!!! 🥳 could I request a prompt with Dimitri / Claude where they surprise Byleth for the new year? I imagine their post game where Byleth is separated from them for a while bc of their respective duties so a surprise reunion would be super cute 🥹

(This was so much fun to write ;; A ;; )

Claude: Running a country as a new king was no joke, though becoming the religious head of an entire continent (with no experience) wasn’t any easier. It was only natural that when you first started talking about what to do, and what the expectations would be in your new roles, it would mean some distance was required.

What you didn’t realize was that “little distance” thing turned into a long-term absence. Of course, letters were exchanged every day; and the timing of the responses varied depending on the carrier and the weather.

But you were in constant contact, calways wishing to see one another and longing for the separation to reach its end.

It felt more like you were widowed for six months, conversing with a  very charming ghost.

“Seteth…what are the possibilities for taking a sabbatical this year?”

You could feel the prime minister’s hackles raise at the very thought.

“It is the same as I told you last autumn, Archbishop; it’s simply not possible with your current position.”

‘But we’ve been working non-stop since the ceremony- surely we can spare a few days' rest.”

“Not with the relations between kingdoms still in such a dire state. If we were to step away now, and they were to find out, the people would become even more upset. They would feel as though we are trivializing their very lives.”

“I don't want that.” You admitted, looking down at the towering mess of papers on your desk. “But...people are allowed to have days of rest.”

“They are, indeed.” Seteth agreed, “However, we must bear in mind that we are not just any ‘people’. Our obligations transcend those whom we serve.”

It did very little to invigorate you or ease your stress. If anything, Seteth was simply piling them on higher and at a much faster pace. He was not the best at rousing speeches.

“Still…we’ve been working non-stop like this for months…surely we’ll have to slow down and rest so as not to falter later?”

“I do see your point, but I believe we are far from in need of such relief. After all, we bear the expectations of all Fodlan on our shoulders; you moreso, as both a queen and the Archbishop. I would argue that it is more necessary that we continue to push without wasting a single moment.”

“I would argue the opposite…” You mumbled, and the dragon-eared man was polite enough not to acknowledge it. After all, there was a particular reason why he was laying on the pressure so thick.

He wouldn’t have agreed to do so without there being a much desired reward waiting for you. You’d been working harder than most to pull Fodlan back from the struggles of war, and the rebuilding was being overseen in as many areas with the greatest detail you could bring to the table.

You hadn’t heard it yet; it would be a few minutes more.

“Milady, I empathize with your argument, but we must make sure not to allow such temptations that follow a ‘slowdown’, so to speak. It may be difficult for you to ever regain your vigor and our work will suffer for it!”

“Seteth, please…” You groaned, your head hitting the stack of paper before you. There was a good chance the ink hadn’t dried yet, but that was the least of your worries.

The minister worked hard to suppress his smile. Instead he continued to prattle on and on about the importance of diligence, duty, discipline, and several other responsible “d” words, until you heard a shift, outside.

As a matter of fact, you heard the sound of people gathering just below your office, towards the front gates.

And following that rabble was…a wyvern’s wingbeat.

You sat up from the papers, eyes narrowed. There weren’t any wyvern riders that were scheduled to be patrolling this time of day. 

And the only person who could possibly be riding in and exciting everyone would be-

“Claude?”

Seteth grinned, watching the hope spark in your eyes. You hurried from your desk, pulling the balcony doors back.

The shimmering white scales of his beloved wyvern reflected the sunlight right into your eyes. But you knew that roar, and you could recognize that gorgeous, golden cape from a mile away.

With a sharp gasp you turned on your heel and burst from the room. The stairs were too far-- no, the front gate was-! You had to move as quickly as possible.

That man had been gone for so long. You hadn’t seen each other in ages, but now he was flying right up to the monastery out of the blue!

You wracked your brain, trying to think if he’d referenced coming to visit you in any of his letters. Though perhaps it was easier said than done, as the closer you got to the front doors, the harder it was to think of anything other than him.

Mercifully, you did not have to wait until you were outside. The king of Almyra had already made his way inside the building. He was halfway across the great hall, speaking with Hilda about something completely inconsequential.

Well, inconsequential to you. Because all that mattered was the instant your eyes locked, and you could feel the joy build in your chest.

“Claude!!”

The Archbishop’s voice raising was already surprising, but to see her running towards her husband, decorum be damned, was a stunning sight for any bystander.

Claude’s face lit up at the sight of you, his arms spread wide to accept you.

“Byleth!!” Your name was a laugh on his lips; the very sound of his voice made your heart soar. You closed the distance and all but leapt into his arms.

His mere touch was enough to bring tears to your eyes. His scent, his laughter, his…his everything…it overwhelmed your senses in the best of ways.

“I’m home, By.” 

“Welcome back,” Your voice was muffled against his neck, his embrace tight and wanting,  with zero intention of letting you go. “I missed you so much…!”

“I  missed you too. You have no idea how bad I wanted to see you.” He murmured, peppering kisses into your hair between his breaths of laughter.

“I didn’t have a clue- but when did you say you were coming?? I can’t remember reading a single word about you visiting.” You gathered yourself enough to ask, pulling back to look up at your husband.

He grinned at you,  squeezing your waist. “That’s because it was a surprise. I cleared it with Seteth about a month ago; you and I are going to take a nice, long break from all this intercontinental repair.”

It was hard to balance your desire to take in every detail of his face and simply kissing him senseless.

“Really?”

“Of course; I’ve been waiting for ages because I know how badly you’ve wanted to get away. You’ve been talking about it in your letters for the last…three months, I think.” 

“I suppose I’m not as subtle when I’m writing to you.” You smiled sheepishly, “I would love to take a vacation with you, my love.”

“Gods, I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long.” He sighed, capturing your lips in a much needed kiss. You held his face in your hands, relishing the scruff along his jaw and the warmth of his skin.

“Hear what?” You whispered against his lips, your hands shifting from his cheeks to the collar of his tunic, tugging him closer. Your bodies were practically pressed against each other; you couldn’t have gotten closer if you wanted to.

“To hear you call me ‘my love’. I haven’t heard it in so long…I’m afraid your written word doesn’t hold a candle to the sweetness of your voice.”

“You flatter me.” You blushed, kissing the beaming smile he wore with warm reverence. “Shall we  have a proper reunion upstairs? I’d love to hear all about these plans you have for our vacation, but I think we both have some more pressing matters to attend to.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, darling.” Claude chuckled, and swept you up into his arms, carrying you down the corridor that had mercifully been emptied at some point during your touching reunion.

You were sure the rumors were swirling around the monastery from the bystanders who hadn’t escaped quickly enough, but it was the last thing on your mind.

After all, your sweet husband was back home in your arms…and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Especially after such a punishing several months’ work without him.

You peeked around the corner, making sure no one was nearby while he strode towards the stairs with a particular skip in his step.

“I’ve been waiting to say this for a while, but…”

“Say whatever’s on  your mind; I’ve been dying to hear it for ages.”

You leaned up to his ear, whispering those longing words.

“Welcome home, Khalid.” 

He nearly tripped up the stairs and took you tumbling with him. When he steadied himself, he pressed his forehead to yours, his whole face flushed.

“If you’re not gonna fight fair, you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences, Teach.” He grumbled, making you laugh. You kissed his nose, squeezing your arms around his shoulders.

“I haven’t been able to say your name in so long either, you know…I wanted to give you a proper welcome.”

His grin turned mischievous, hoisting you back up and starting up the steps with renewed vigor.

“Don’t you worry about that- we’re about to have the greatest reunion of all time! And an even better vacation after that, might I add.”

You didn’t get a chance to ask him what the plans were until several hours later. But you weren't particularly bothered by it. 

Having your Khalid beside you again was everything you could have asked for, and more.

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Dimitri: He’d gotten the worried letter from Prime Minister Seteth about three days ago. He was already deeply depressed because he hadn’t seen you in such a long time.

It was incredibly difficult, how you were trying so hard and working to get everything in order for the greater continent of Fodlan. 

You were working from the monastery, and had remained there long after the two of you were crowned as the king and queen of Faerghus.

It was deeply upsetting to have spent the first several months of your marriage apart. But it was nothing that heartfelt letters that were practically 300-page journals between each of you.

So when he received a much more brief letter with Seteth’s seal on it instead of the expected loving message from his wife, Dimitri was concerned.

When he read its contents, he was consumed with worry. 

“King Dimitri, it is with deep concern that I write to you regarding your wife, the Archbishop of Fodlan. I am afraid she has become obsessed with work to the point that she cannot seem to remove herself from it. 

The few times I was able to ascertain the reason behind this change in behavior is due to her separation from her spouse. I believe it would be prudent to schedule a visit to the monastery immediately. I fear she has stopped taking care of herself; her eating and sleeping habits have become practically non-existent. 

Please write with ideal dates and times that you would be able to join us. We anticipate a swift response, milord.”

Dimitri had the troops rallied and the Blue Lions en route to the monastery without a second more hesitation. He sent a pegasus knight ahead to relay the information as quickly as possible.

But there was a little more time to waste! His wife was neglecting her well-being, and even though he had no idea how he was supposed to fix it, he knew that he missed her just as terribly and wanted to do anything in his power to make everything better.

He galloped through the forests of Fodlan, not slowing down even in the face of bandits or dangerous weather. 

With the help of the Lions and their unwavering support for the royal couple, the valiant group turned what was typically a weeks’ sojourn to the central mountain range into a four day journey, instead.

And as soon as they were there, Dimitri all but ripped the front gates from their ancient, unmoving hinges.

There was no time to waste. His Beloved needed him!

“King Dimitri has arrived!” The gatekeeper managed to squawk out, sending the passersby into a confused frenzy of excitement and panic. What in the world was the Archbishop’s husband doing here, now??

Dimitri did not bother to socialize or engage with anyone outside of the green-haired man hurrying to meet him, opening the massive old doors that led into the main hall.

“Thank Sothis you arrived so quickly. I just received word from the envoy you sent hardly a day ago; it is a miracle you were able to travel with such swiftness!”

“And not a moment too late, I hope. Where is my wife?” Dimitri asked, breathless from his endless onslaught to visit his dearest.

Seteth motioned towards the stairwell. “She is locked in her office, as always. I fear it has been difficult to access her, even as her right hand. She is deeply troubled by your absence, milord. More So than even she realizes.”

“It saddens me to learn this…but I will do everything in my power to help Byleth in any way I can.” He spoke a solemn promise, striding to the steps and making his way to your office.

A swirl of memories, sweet and bitter, filled his mind. It had been so long since he’d seen the monastery, let alone restored to most of its former glory. 

It was not his favorite place to be, and in spite of all the good things that happened there, he would not lose any sleep over the thought of leaving it behind permanently.

Especially if his having to rule the kingdom while you languished in the ancient halls could cause such a panic.

He hesitated at the door of your office, finding it was indeed locked when he tried to turn the knob. He knocked on the old oak once, twice, three times…but you did not answer.

So he opted to pound on the door, instead.

“Byleth!! Byleth, my love…are you in there? Can you hear me??” His fist hit the door again, with more urgency. There was an indent starting to form where he struck the wood.

There was no answer. He grit his teeth, hitting the door harder.

“It’s me, Dimitri! Open the door- everyone is worried about you! You must-” His hand went straight through the wood, and not a moment too soon.

The punctured hole, while embarrassing, did provide immediate access to the door knob on the other side.

Dimitri dismissed the damage done and opened the door, swinging it into the wall with another crack that likely destroyed the structural integrity of the poor thing.

The sound of wood splintering was enough to get your attention, however. You had been slumped over your arm at your desk, a quill halfway falling out of your hand when the sudden eruption of noise startled you awake.

Your eyes were wild with exhaustion and confusion, only to find a large, black and blonde blob storming towards you.

“Beloved!!”

You gasped at the sound of Dimitri’s voice. That  couldn’t be right, he was far away, back home in Faerghus…his last correspondence with you had been only a week ago.

This was surely a figment of your over exhausted imagination, right?

“D…Dima?” 

“Thank goodness, you’re at least conscious.” He exhaled heavily, rushing around the side of the desk so that he might place his hands on your shoulders. “I was knocking at your door and calling for you- did you truly not hear me?”

“Dima…w-what are you doing here?”

“Dammit, your skin is so pale. The shadows under your eyes- and you’re clearly underfed! Byleth, what has happened to you? How could this have happened?”

“I…” You trailed off, looking down at your hands which trembled in your lap. Dimitri followed your gaze, feeling his heart twist in his chest.

“Nevermind. You're in dire need of rest, Beloved. I will take you to our quarters immediately. When you wake up, I will have some food ready and waiting.”

“But…but Dima, how did you-?” 

“I received an urgent message from Prime Minister Seteth.” He explained simply, taking you up from your seat and carrying you from the office. “He said that you were neglecting your health, and it is quite clear to me that is the case.”

“W-wait, you don’t have to carry me, Dimitri, I-”

“I will not risk injury because you have not been taking care of yourself. I will see to it that you are well rested and well fed before you’re ready to have a conversation about your health. Am I clear?”

You fell silent, realizing that the firm yet gentle touch was indeed quite real. That your husband had arrived from across the land to come to your aid.

Perhaps you were in worse shape than you first thought.

Dimitri took your silence as a sign that you either conceded defeat, were falling asleep, or both. Regardless, you weren’t far from your bedroom.

The attendants and knights who were anywhere nearby as the king crossed the long corridors were quick to scatter, or politely avert their eyes as he tended to you.

With far greater care than when he’d “opened” your office door, he let himself into the Archbishop’s quarters and made sure to fasten the lock as well.

The world shifted around you, and you were suddenly in the soft embrace of your bed. Gods, how long has it been since you were lying there, of all places? 

Dimitri sat on the edge of the bed, taking your ankles up and resting your feet in his lap. He began to undo the laces on your shoes, handling you as though you were glass (a technique ingrained in him since he was little).

“Dima, you don’t have to do all this…”

“You need to rest, Beloved, and I have many, many months of tending to you that I must make up for. Please, allow me to do this much.”

You hummed softly, letting him finish his work on your shoes. Then he prompted you to sit up, slipping the coat from your shoulders and shifting the pillows so that you could recline far more comfortably.

His hand cradled your head, guiding you back down so that you laid fully across the bed. 

The covers weren’t drawn over you, though. Instead, Dimitri unclasped his heavy, fur-laden cloak, and draped it over you.

The overwhelming comfort at being surrounded by his scent nearly brought tears to your eyes. This was indeed your Dimitri. Not a figment of your imagination, this time.

You drew the furry cape closer to your face, nuzzling against the fabric with a soft sniffle.

Dimitri’s smile was sad, but the tension that had wracked his body seemed to have eased at the sight of you.

“Please, rest, my dearest. I will have food prepared and waiting for you by the time you are better.”

“Will you stay with me?” You whispered, as if the pull of sleep wasn’t already  taking hold.

Dimitri laughed softly, carding a hand through his hair. 

“I am still in full regalia, my love. I fear I will be a poor bedfellow.”

“Just until I’m asleep.” You insisted, “I…I missed you so much.”

As if he could say no to that.

Dimitri walked over to his side of the bed,   careful in joining you so that he didn’t dip the mattress and jostle you out of your far too comfortable position.

He propped himself up on one elbow, facing you on his side so that you might have full access to him.

And take advantage, you did. Dimitri flushed when you shifted over, burying your face in his chest and curling your fingers into his tunic. The soft clinking of all the metal bits and pieces didn’t seem to bother you. He wasn’t in his armor, but the formal layers of Faerghus’ royal uniform did not make for excellent nightwear.

The queen did not seem to mind, however.

“I’m so happy you’re here…”” You mumbled into his chest, feeling strong arms wrap wholly around you, drawing you in as close as he could.

“I have longed for you, terribly, in the time we have been apart. I could not bear to be away from you any longer when Seteth sent for me.”

“I must remember to thank him for his wisdom…I may very well have wasted away had he not asked you to come. It…felt so hard, going through all this work without you by my side.”

“It was no more joyful in Faerghus, I’m afraid. Ruling as king feels cold and empty without you there, right alongside me.” 

You nodded into his heartbeat, melting when his fingers worked through your hair.

There was no way you’d stay up a moment longer.

“But all that matters is we’re together now. And once we have you full and smiling again, I believe we ought to make plans to visit the countryside. The snow is glistening this time of year, up in the northern mountains…I can finally introduce you to the rarer parts of our home.”

“I would…love to…” You yawned,    wide and obvious.

Dimitri bit his tongue to keep from fawning. You were too cute when you weren't even trying.

“ Please rest, Beloved. I swear I’ll be right here when you wake. I will not leave your side again.”

“Thank you for this…and…thank you for coming… I'm so happy you love me so much.”

“As am I.” He kissed your forehead, squeezing you gently. “I have been yearning to see you for far too long. To hold you in my arms, even in less ideal circumstances…I could be any happier.”

“I love you, Dima.”

“I love you, too.” He beamed, before gingerly tapping his forehead to yours. “Now rest. Sleep. I beg of you.”

You smiled softly. Perhaps Dimitri was right; you were indeed long overdue for a good nap.

It wouldn’t be until seven hours later, well into the nighttime, that you came back around.

 But Dimitri was ready and waiting, a beautiful meal set aside on the nightstand and waiting to be enjoyed by the royal couple.

And of course it was immediately paid for by a mess of urgent kisses from wife to husband, wrapping your arms around him and rolling to lay atop him, your hands happily pressed to his chest.

How you missed that strong, thundering heartbeat.

The food would have to wait, unfortunately;  you both had much more pressing matters to tend to. 

Especially for the next seven days, as prescribed by the monastery clerics to prevent further burnout.

While you were certain Dimitri had some influence in this decision (ie, nearly all), you couldn’t help but relish every single second you got to spend, alone and warm with your fiercely loyal lion.

#claude #byleth #dimitri #fe 14 #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe: three houses #fe-fictions #fe fictions #f!byleth #fem!byleth #dimileth #claudeleth #claudleth #dimitri x byleth #claude x byleth #fluff #hurt and comfort #but almost exclusively comfort #and we love that for them #surprise visit prompt

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The Gentlest Of Bulls (Fire Emblem: Three Hopes)

Heyo! Guess who wrote a Fire Emblem fic and completely forgot about it? This gal!

Okay but really- it wasn't so much I forgot about it but more so I forgot I never shared it. This is for the lovely @gladdygirl18! It's been a hot minute since I've touched anything Fire Emblem related but I hope y'all enjoy this little ol' fic!

Summary: Felix makes it a point to carry Dimitri to bed- literally. Sometimes antics occur.

It started off as a joke. Kinda.

When Dimitri gave Felix the more-or-less official title of “right hand man”, the first thing the newly promoted soldier did was throw him over his shoulders and lug him to bed. If asked, Felix would give various reasons why he did it.

“It’s the middle of the night; you’d probably get lost.”

“It’s training- people get stronger carrying others.”

“You’d be in here forever moping- at least mope where you can sleep.”

“Stop asking questions, boar prince.”

Before long- it became a habit. If Dimitri lingered too long in his thoughts all alone, if he was training himself to near exhaustion, if he was starting to slip and forget to take care of himself; Felix was right there to pick him back up- literally.

“Felix, while I appreciate the gesture- I can walk back myself.” Dimitri was once again being carried piggyback style- his toes just grazing the dirt path beneath feet as Felix hiked him up further. He was grateful for nightfall- there was no one to bear witness to his burning face as Felix stubbornly refused to put him down. “I promise I’ll make it to bed.”

“You said that last time, and then I found you by the river.” Felix sounded a tad breathless- was Dimitri too heavy? “I’m this close to locking you in for the night, but knowing you, you’d probably bust the door down in your sleep.”

“That was years ago! I couldn’t help my sleepwalking!” Dimitri protested, feeling his ears start to burn. Even embarrassed, he couldn’t hide the laugh in his voice as the memory took shape in his mind. A young prince, so dazed he didn’t bother opening the door properly- he just walked right through it.

“Yeah yeah, just like you couldn't help breaking that one sword when you were nine?” Felix rolled his eyes, affection warming his annoyed tone. “You were like a bull in a china shop back then. Some say you still are- how many needles did you break learning to sew?”

Dimitri didn’t retort with words. Instead, his hand reached out to squeeze Felix’s side, mid-ribs. The swordsman jolted with a yelp, nearly dropping the blonde on his ass. “Don’t you dare- Dimitri!”

“What? Too bullish for you?” Dimitri was grinning- he could hear it in his voice. The hand squeezed again, lighter this time and far more ticklish. “Come now- don’t tell me my right hand man is as frail as fine china.”

“Shut the hehhell up!” Felix grunted, trying to retain his balance while the other continued his game, fingers pressing into various parts of his ribs with gentle pressure. “If you keeeheep dohoing that I’ll droohohop you in the stahahables!”

“That’s all the way on the other side of camp. You can certainly try.” Dimitri’s hands wormed their way up to Felix’s armpits, making him properly stumble. “But I can’t say you’ll make it all the way there.”

“Dahahahmnit you bohohoar, Stahahahp!” Falling on his front, Felix twisted and turned, trying to ward off the other’s hands as Dimitri sat comfortably on his hips, thumbs pressing into the centers of both arms. “Yohoohohohu’re a pahahahhahain!”

“And you’re too ticklish to be sassy. Don’t think I forgot about this one spot.” Dimitri’s hands dropped to Felix’s waist, squeezing. That earned him a rather embarrassing squeal. “Or this one.” He reached back and skittered his fingers against Felix’s thigh, nearly taking a heel to the head. “And of course- this one. I believe this was Sylvain’s favorite.” He ran a finger down Felix’s spine, slowly with just barely any pressure. The Swordsman arched with a squawk, his laughter near silent at each new touch. “Your back has always been pretty bad, huh?���

“BOOOHOHOHOAR, ENOHOOHOHOUGH!” Felix cried, cheeks red and eyes wet with mirth. His laugh faded in and out with each new prod and scribble, and he pounded a fist into the ground; hoping it would alleviate the feeling. “THIS IS EMBAHAHAHARAHAHAHSING!”

“Am I a bull in a china shop?” Dimitri asked.

“OF COHOOHOHURSE YOU AHHAHHARE!”

“Wrong answer.” Fingers came back to his spine, muting his laughter once more.

“Wanna try again?” Dimitri asked as he moved his hands back to Felix’s sides, squeezing beneath his ribs. The swordsman buried his face in his hands, trying to muffle the sound while his arms pressed tightly to his sides. “Hm?”

“FIIHIHIHNE, YOHOOOHOHUR NOHOHOHOOHT!”

“Not what?”

“A BUUHUHUHULL IN A CHIHIHINA SHOOHOHOP!”

“What am I then?” Dimitri traced fingers against Felix’s neck, making him shrink up and wheeze.

“DIHIIHIIMA STAHHAHAHAP!”

Dima. The blonde felt his heart tighten at the old nickname. Felix hasn’t called him that since Glenn died. Releasing him, he sat on Felix’s left, watching the other gasp for air as he curled in on himself.

“Yohohohu freaking suhuhuck.” Felix groaned, going to glare. “Whahaht the hell are you smihihihling about?”

“Nothing. I just…I miss this.” Dimitri nodded, gesturing between them. “I missed playing with you like this.”

“Whehere not kids anymore.” Felix’s response was automatic, but he didn’t sound firm. If anything, he let himself melt into the grass- strands of black hair falling into his face from where they escaped his ponytail. “We’re in the middle of war.”

“I know that. I just…I guess it’s nice. To forget about it all for a moment.” Dimitri tucked a knee against his chest, resting against it. “I know I shouldn’t be. As their king and leader…”

“Shut up. I don’t need you getting all weepy on me.” Felix reached out and flicked his leg- the move useless against Dimitri’s armor. “I get it. It was…nice. It felt like before.” There was a new flush on Felix’s cheeks, one that made the blonde smile. “I guess I don’t mind moments like that from time to time.” Then he glared, cutting through the moment briefly. “But if you ever tickle me again, I’m gonna cut your head off clean from your shoulders.”

Anyone else would have cowered in fear. Dimitri only laughed. Before long- Felix was laughing just as hard, their voices carrying through the abandoned campyard.

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