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misselko · 2 years

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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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agent-cupcake · 11 months

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hello :D i hope you're having a nice week!! (and that the draft of this message that was unfinished because i accidentally closed the wrong tab didn't send because that would be embarrassing) BUT i just wanted to come here and say that i absolutely ADORE the way you write yuri. i had originally read a few of your dimitri fics and i loveddd those as well (he was my og fe3h boy) but then i read your yuri fics and. ARGAGRGAGARRG i can't explain it. i'm not great at articulating what exactly it is i find good about a piece of writing, but you capture him so well. the way you write has me on the edge of my seat every time, eagerly awaiting what will happen next. i really really love you capture the complex relationship between the reader and yuri so well in a relatively short timespan. i honestly can't pick a favourite between the agnus dei fics and asteria. they're both so amazing!!! and both make me go a little feral but that's beside the point rn normally i'm not a yandere enjoyer. there's just something about having another person that obsessed and controlling over me that kinda makes me go ☹️👎 but somehow you made it work with yuri. maybe it was because it felt way more subtle? idk. but i liked the sense of danger that he always carried throughout those fics, and it made the sweet moments with him much more impactful. the way you write both his cocky and flirtatious side and his other concerned, caring side is just. mwah <3 it felt sooo real and asteria.... god. what can i say i'm a simple girlie i love fashionable men that come to me in my dreams. the contrast between the dream scenes and the real life scenes was done so well, i'm sure other writers would find it hard to achieve the balance you found where it wasn't jarring at all. i loved the sense of shame that built up in the reader throughout the story, and the tension was just... beautiful. none of the readers in those fics matched my personality, but the writing was so good i honestly didn't care. i was still really engaged in all of them. i could probably say more but i've rambled on for more than i had originally liked to. you're an AMAZING writer, please don't stop what you're doing :) writing is an easy skill to pick up, but one that is very difficult to master, and it's always something to commend when people are as talented as you at it. i really hope you do write again for my favourite purple boy again one day. take care!!! :)

I know I'm a million years late but I am not good at keeping up with these things, forgive me

Thank you so much! I'm glad that you enjoy him so much, it's such a huge shame that the overall poor quality of the DLC reflected on Yuri because he had the potential to be every bit as fleshed out, complicated, and beloved as the main lords. Even if my only offering at his altar is smut and ravenous affection, it's a contribution well worth the effort.

Yandere is definitely a hard sell, in his case I think it really skirts the line... Obscenely unhealthy but Yuri has pretty well defined morals, I know I have to stretch a lot before writing him because of how much I'm reaching. I'm very glad it worked for you <3 The reader thing is another hard selling point, mostly because I write "self insert" in the same way modern games write their so-called "RPG's" so I definitely understand that a lot of people can't get into it, I guess my biggest goal would not be that people think "oh that's literally me" but just that people are able to buy into the reader as a way to enjoy the scenario. All of that said, I'm very grateful that you sent this, it means much more than I could say, you are a gem and a star

#personal

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dandywonderous · 1 year

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I have written some fics over the last few months I have not linked on the tumbles so I guess here they all are at once (this is about to make me look more productive than I actually am):

FE3H

For Edelgard's Sake Edelgard/Dimitri and Dimitri+Hubert (shades of Dimitri/Hubert/Edelgard) Mainly an instrospective fic about Dimitri and Hubert coming to an understanding after Dimigard gets married. Written for a friend's bday because she gave me Hubert/Dimitri. Warnings for canon typical violence

The Patron Saint of Sneaking Around (NSFW) Ferdinand/Flayn Written for the FE 3 Holes smut challenge. Primarily just very fluffy sex between a disgustingly besotted Ferdinand and Flayn. Warnings for graphic sexual content, more tags on the fic

TWST

Masked Faces, Gloved Hands Azul/Jamil Literally just the result of me going feral over Azul's masquerade card featuring Jealous Jamil

ROTTMNT

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good (multi-chapter) Leonardo-centric, all the brothers The ol' "getting separated from your own body" trope aka me really putting Leonardo through it. Also family feels, angst, h/c, etc. Warnings for descriptions of panic attacks

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #fe3h flayn #Azul Ashengrotto #jamil viper #rise leonardo #fe3h #twisted wonderland #rottmnt #fanfiction

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saviourkingslut · 2 years

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10 27 37 for fe asks!!

ok first of all sorry for answering this ask 30000 years late but question 37 threw me for a loop a bit and i wanted to give you a proper answer so here we go lmao

10. A character you find underrated?

i mean ig ive said it before but rodrigue and also hanneman, tho for different reasons. i think that rodrigue gets vilified by a large part of the fandom bc of things felix says abt him as a traumatised and emotionally stunted teenager that aren't actually true - but people tend to take him at his word and so rodrigue gets cast as the classic bad fire emblem dad when he's actually one of the more supportive and involved fathers on the entire 3h cast.

hanneman's an old guy to the point that he's more gilf than dilf and also a total side character which by default makes him uninteresting to most people in fandom, plus he's kind of shit as a unit gameplay wise. however 1) i think he's hot 2) he has some very interesting supports where he gets to be a caring and dependable mentor or father figure (marianne) but that still allow him his own character growth and to look at things from new perspectives despite his age and experience (like his chain w/ lysithia).

27. Any fanfics/fan content you'd recommend? (You can plug your own stuff it's fine)

oohhh i am completely obsessed with The Lion and the Bear by notallbees. it's a dimivain fic in which sylvain, felix and ingrid all grew up with lambert, though lambert still died and they protect dimitri now. this is from the summary:

Sylvain ran his gaze over Dimitri and laughed under his breath. "You've grown again."

"Not on purpose," Dimitri said, and smiled when his words made Sylvain laugh. "I am so glad you've come. How was your journey? Will you be staying long?"

Sylvain grinned, holding up his hands in surrender. "One question at a time, lad," he said, then paused and glanced around them. "Forgive my manners," he said, taking a step back so that he could offer Dimitri a subtle bow, inclining his head and shoulders. "Your Royal Highness."

WEAK for the 'lad' dynamic. anyway most of the story takes place at gautier, where dimitri goes with sylvain alone to be with his favourite person in the world celebrate his birthday. i am crying shaking sobbing every time i read this fic (and i re-read it a lot). the chemistry and comradery and tenderness between sylvain and dimitri is so beautiful, i just can't get over it. the way their relationship grows and the writing itself, it's just gorgeous. full disclosure: dimitri is 16 in this fic whereas sylvain is probably in his late 30s or early 40s, and a lot of their relationship is centred around an 'older mentor/younger protégé' dynamic that might make people uncomfortable. im absolutely enchanted with it every time i read it, however, and though i am an age gap and mentor/protégé relationship enjoyer, i don't usually go in for the underage stuff, so maybe? give it a try?

other than that i also really enjoyed Survivor's Burden by lalabelle, a dimiclaude fic that takes place right after gronder. i'll put the summary here:

Claude had plans. Plans to turn the tides, to end this horrific war of attrition that has been going on for far too long. To convince the Faerghus army to work together, to combine their efforts to take down the Adrestian army and end this senseless war once and for all. Then he sees Dimitri.

He’s a monster, a mess, and a beast of a man. He’s violent and unpredictable and indiscriminate in his slaughter, working through the field like a man possessed, the strength of the crest of Blaiddyd coursing through his veins. They never stood a chance.

this is a fic in which dimitri is very much 'feral', for lack of a better word, so if that's not your cup of tea i'd advise against it, but it isn't used to generate smut or anything. rather, claude decides to save dimitri and take him off of the battlefield and into the forest after which they have to flee into the forests, and then he has to try and keep the both of them alive. for most of the fic dimitri is in a very dark and deep place mentally, which means that he is somewhat primal in his interactions, but what i love about this fic is that despite being terrified and broken his protective and caring personality still shines through, trying to help claude out there in the wilderness. and in return claude tries his hardest to take care of dimitri, who ofc is pretty severly wounded after gronder. besides their characterisations it's again the slow development of their relationship that really makes me appreciate this fic so much, it feels very natural.

37. What's a weird theory or headcanon you have?

i really like fleshing out worldbuilding for adrestia, faerghus and leicester, especially with the help of historical nations and cultures. i like to think of leicester as a fusion between the italian city states in the late middle ages and the dutch republic. in my mind, their cities are a lot like venice or other northern italian cities such as firenze and siena. i envision the alliance as a country that is very centred on trade, and not just within fódlan - much like the italian city states and the dutch republic, which got their riches through trade! also it's canon that it's an alliance between different territories that don't always get along, which is textbook dutch republic. and the dutch republic had a very strong fleet for a while, which is also something that i imagine leicester to have.

faerghus is largely russian in my mind, because it's such a cold and harsh place to live - ive read 'russia and the russians' by geoffrey hoskings, and a lot of stuff about medieval russia can be copy-pasted right onto faerghus for how well it fits in-universe. like, russia might be huge, but it's cold and a lot of its land is actually kind of shit, agriculturally speaking, and obviously this has implications for the way people can live their lives! i always think of faerghans as especially hardened people, from peasants to knights, simply because of that background. these environmental circumstances also mean that faerghus does not have much to trade with, but is fódlan's main provider of wood and furs, much like scandinavia in the 1500s-1600s. in military (and feudal) terms i prefer to look to medieval and early modern france, however. i don't think faerghus would have a strong navy, because their only access to sea is to the north, but with their martial culture and focus on knights they would have a very strong standing army. i actually have a lot of thoughts on feudalism in fódlan as well but i won't get into that rn bc this post is already getting super long lmao

adrestia is not just an empire, but actively imperialistic, and so for me it is a mixture between nineteenth century great britain and nineteenth and twentieth century germany/prussia (which, come on guys, there's eagles on the adrestian flag too). there is something haughty about the way they view their culture and how the other two countries in fódlan are regarded that i feel fits very well with british attitudes towards, well, everything, in the 1800s. i also have some associations with ancient rome, partly because of the imperialism and the arrogance and partly because there's a bunch of neoclassical architecture on empire combat maps (still losing it at the amfitheatre tho). i think they'd both want to have a great army and a great navy, though their ships would not be as well-built as the leicester ones. they'd be big on trade overseas but since they have all the grain they need, it is more for luxury items than foodstuffs. i also think that part of their army would be drafted or made up of mercenaries (a very common historical practice!) to amass numbers, whereas faerghus' army is smaller (i think there's a significant difference in population numbers between faerghus and the other two countries) but qualitatively much better because of their martial culture.

#asks #LMAOOO I WENT OFF DIDN'T I #this is probably interesting to absolutely no one but since you asked #yea yea i ship hanneman w/ dorothea but if you take the platonic route their support is still great in the helpful father figure sense #long post #loooooong post

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kainisticinstincts · 3 months

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Honestly my biggest problem with Booktok/book tiktok and the books that blow up there (Which are just smut for lonely women) isn't that it's all tasteless generic smut for lonely housewives who didn't have a wattpad phase, I use AO3 after all which is basically the same for gay and trans people, or all the abusive and borderline rapey shit in the books but just the lack of variety and absolute dogshit writing in those books. Like I get it's just mindless smut but that's not an excuse. I have read smutty oneshots on AO3 with amazing writing and prose so that's no excuse

I've read my fair share of Booktok books and I can say that the love interests and heroines are all literally copy and paste.

Angsty Angry muscular edgy boys built like a fridge who act incredibly abusive and almost rapey but are hot so it's okay. Like I get the appeal of these characters. Feral Dimitri from Fire Emblem, Toji Fushiguro and Konrad Curze from warhammer are my husbandos. I get it. But where's the variety? Where's the V.IV Rusty/Garrus Valkarian style reliable boyfriend who you can relax around? The Anakin Skywalker style loving husbands with a dark side they suppress? Himbos? Alucard style pretty boys? I could use a nagoriyuki style romance love interest you know.

I guess it's just personal taste. I have a pretty eclectic taste in men and I would unironically smash the abstract concept of winnowing and simplicity along with eldritch space cockroach gods who were around before the universe. No judgment tho.

But the biggest problem is the writing. I get that it's mindless smut most of the time but I use AO3 so I know that's no excuse. I once read a warhammer fic on AO3 of a sexually stunted Transhuman child soldier losing his V-card and it was unironically amazingly written and I've read some absolutely crazy good Dimileth fics.

The writing in these books is just god-awful. I'm talking "Guy cums in Girls coffee, calls it salted caramel and it's meant to be attractive." or "Guy threatens to rape girl after acting nice in public and phrases it as "Losing my gentlemen card" and it's meant to be hot". I'm not objecting because these are problematic books but because they are written like absolute dogshit.

#IDK #I'm gonna have to do a lot of marketing on booktok if I am ever going to have to publish #So I'll have to study this culture.

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dailydoseofanimeawesome · 4 years

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Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/My Unit | Byleth Characters: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, My Unit | Byleth, Sylvain Jose Gautier, Probably Lucy Additional Tags: Fluff, Spoilers for Pre-Timeskip | Academy Phase (Fire Emblem: Three Houses), Pining, Sylvain Jose Gautier Being An Idiot, Sylvain and Dimitri B Support, Teacher-Student Relationship, Eventual Smut, dimileth, Female My Unit | Byleth, Smut, Mutual Pining, Soft Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Light Angst, Minor Annette Fantine Dominic/Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Minor Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert/Dedue Molinaro, lorenz - Freeform, Mercedes Von Mertritz, Ingrid Brandl Galatea - Freeform, Mentioned Blue Lions Students (Fire Emblem), Mentioned Golden Deer Students (Fire Emblem), Mentioned Black Eagles Students (Fire Emblem), Fire Emblem: Three Houses Blue Lions Route Spoilers, Dubcon Kissing, Feral Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Chapter 5 is up! Dimitri is back from the brink of insanity, what does that mean for his relationship with Byleth?

#dimileth #dimitri x byleth #smut #fluff #female byleth #fire emblem three houses #Byleth #feral dimitri #post timeskip #the blue lions #the perfect solution #my writing

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hi! firstly i love your works.

on the topic of best rat king (and loml), i love the idea of post-timeskip aka feral dimitri having a thing for someone physically frail. maybe they're a classmate he had a crush on when they were students but never confessed to, maybe a long time friend he hadn't realized he liked romantically.

i just love thinking of him being enticed by the fact that he could easily break them, but they (would hopefully) still trust him and let him do whatever he wants with their body. he explores scenarios in his head where they ask him to be a little rough, others where he's gentle because the snae part of him wants to protect and be tender with them.

but of course none of that comes out of his mind because he's currently a mess and he doesn't know how to handle himself and the need for this person, so every time they cross paths he feels irritated-or thinks he is.

I ~love~ Large Feral Man wants to ruin his tiny, frail lover, and also feels guilty about how intense his urges have become (just, guilty pining in general, yes please). Actually, I've done surprisingly little Feral Dimitri smut, which is a shame considering I am all for Reader-chan getting manhandled and fucked incoherent. I think I've shied away from it a bit because it takes some finesse to keep that out of non-con or dub-con territory, but I could definitely see him in one of his fits of desperate self-loathing, clinging to Reader's clothes and whispering, "You cannot imagine the depraved things I've longed to to do you..." expecting them to be disgusted, but instead they just kiss him even harder and tell him, "show me then."

Please Reader-chan, Dimitri needs an outlet for all of that aggression, might as well let him pound into you until you forget your own name, right?

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader #fire emblem #fe3h #feh #fire emblem three houses #thirst posting #fire emblem thirst posting #not sfw

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wardenannie · 2 years

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Warpath

a Dimileth canon-divergent AU

Chapters: 1/13

Tags: pregnancy, canon divergent, feral Dimitri, F!Byleth, smut, war, rough sex, additional tags to be added

Summary: After five years apart Byleth and Dimitri share a lurid moment together when she discovers him at Garreg Mach. The consequences are unintended and immense.

[The events of Azure Moon retold with a twist]

Excerpt: “Dimitri, I am alive,” She insisted, and then she kissed him. What possessed her to do such a thing?

She wasn’t entirely sure. All she knew was that he clearly needed a connection, something physical to bring him back into reality, to show him that she was indeed alive and not one of these ghosts who seemed to haunt him.

Link to Chapter 1: x

#tw pregnancy #dimileth #dimitri x byleth #my writing

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la-duvalin · 2 years

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Hello there! Welcome to my little blog ♡

Hello there! I mostly repost things about my interests but from time to time I write and post little fics then and there, so feel free to stay <3

Requests are: CLOSED

Sorry my dudes but for now I won't be receiving requests until I finish the ones I have pendant, tho do please check out my Coming Soon List if you wanna ♡

But for the moment you can read some of my fics, here is the list for the characters I write for, list that serves as a masterlist as well and that comes with a couple of rules at the end:

Batman/Bruce Wayne (The Batman 2022)

Edward Nashton (The Batman 2022)

Edward Nygma (Batman Arkahm series)

Maxwell Lord (WW84)

Azrael (Batman Arkham series)

Marvel

Loki

Daredevil (Daredevil series 2015-2018)

Stephen Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley

Arthur Harrow

Namor/Kꞌukꞌulkaan

Star Wars

Darth Maul (Clone Wars)

Savage Opress

Din Djarin

Slashers

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Thomas Hewitt

Scar (AvP)

AP (The Predator 2018)

The Grabber

Feral (Prey 2022)

Wolf (AvP Requiem)

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal

Will Graham

Bedelia DuMaurier

Alana Bloom

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Henry Creel/ Peter Ballard (001)

Dimitri "Enzo" Antonov

Robin Buckley

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Keegan

Detroit: Become Human

Connor/Nines/Sixty

Ralph

Please be specific with everything that you want please!!

I´ll write fluff, angst, smut (yes non con and dub con are an option as well), dark fics (the darker the better please don't hold back and be disgusting if you wanna), however, nothing with p¡ss or vom¡t or crap please, from there on all kinks are accepted and I´ll do my best to please y´all.

ALSO...I if you want pure fluff with no angst and/or smut, etc, it will ONLY be for Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley and Ralph, for all the other characters it´ll have to be fluff with that little plus of something else.

Edit: if you can and want, do tell me the gender of the reader and pronouns if possible!! And if it´s smut you ask for, please be specific wiith your kinks or specific things you might want or if you want me to not put one (no need to explain why) because I also might add a kink or two to the thing, so the more specific the better <3

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thewarriorgoddess · 3 years

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After browsing twitter for like, 2 seconds I realized how often people woobify his psychosis. I've seen "😊~sexy feral dimitri~😊" SO MANY TIMES and now it's driving me CRAZY

Dimitri’s mental illness is incredibly woobified by so many of his stans it’s ridiculous. It’s all over twitter and AO3 with the “feral smut” fics everywhere.

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misselko · 2 years

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Thank you for everyone who have been so kind and helping to me! This is my very first time on writing a smut.

Dimitri, Crest of Blaiddyd, and his feral side might be an interesting combination to witness behind the closed door. And as much as I let my imaginations run wild... here we go!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, suggestive and mature contents, sexual intercourse, sexual innuendos, sex marathon, impregnation kink, and slightly rough sex. MINORS DNI!!

OVERDUE

Dimitri assumed the throne of Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and spent his life ruling justly over Fódlan. Several months after his coronation, he got married to his fiancée, (Y/N), whom he loved dearly. Marriage life with Dimitri is nothing but wonderful and full of love. Your relationship was slow and steady. After finding the courage of holding you in his arms, he began to work on being able to kiss and touch you. He was touch-starved and often hugged you in his huge fur cloak.

You were just so small and fragile in his arms that he thought he might hurt or break you. The Goddess knew that you were a force to be reckoned in battlefield but he didn’t want to be overbearing or hurt you.

As the crowned prince and the future King of Faerghus, sex before marriage was not something that he would ever did despite having a big crush on you. He never acted on it but he definitely imagined you whenever he finds his release (inside his quarter, of course). While this might be true, sex on the other hand only came after your marriage. It should be. But... Dimitri’s anxiety got the best of him.

During your wedding night, he’d kissed you fervently, touching you with utmost care, as if you are a fragile porcelain doll. He loves you so much but he didn’t go further than touching and kissing, drawing back and retreating to his side with a soft smile on his face.

“It seems we’ve had a long day ahead, beloved. We should go to sleep now.” And both of you really did just sleep. Your wedding night was left unconsummated and that’s fine because there’s other days, right? Except this goes on for a month, then another. It has been two months since your marriage with Dimitri but you has yet to consummate it. The gentle king would still eat together and spend his time with you and gave you lots of hug and kisses. But whenever it came to furthering the kisses, your husband always made an excuse to leave. These days, it got worsening as he often spent most of his time in his study until past midnight and rarely laid beside you.

It has been a week and as day goes by, your husband became more irritated and stressed out. Dedue can’t help but to wonder about his King’s predicaments. ‘Despite his deep scowl, His Majesty has done his works admirably. He always spent his time with Her Highness (Y/N) joyfully at afternoon and evening. But his frown get more noticeable when the night time came, not to mention that His Majesty always seem so reluctant to go back to his Royal Chamber at night.’ The kind, stoic retainer wanted to help him by any means but his lack understanding when it comes to love leaves him with no other choice but to silently watch Dimitri’s inner struggles.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, an urgent message that requesting Dimitri’s reinforcements came from Archbishop Byleth from Garreg Mach. Minor skirmishes around the ex Adrestian borderlands has turned into a great revolt. Edelgard supporters are rallying their forces and planned to take over the monastery. Much to your dismay, you are not allowed to help and has to stay on Fhirdiad for safety reasons. Dimitri and all of the Faerghus ministers’ strictly prohibited you from helping in the battlefield.

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Time flies and Dimitri came back in ragged, feral state two months later. He was very happy when you greet him at the Entrance Gate but excused himself as soon as possible when you hugged him. He avoided you like a fire and it hurts. Sylvain caught a glimpse of hurt and tears pooled on your eyes.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

“Yes... I missed him terribly but....”

“Rest assured, (Y/N). I can only tell you that His Majesty missed you too as well. He went feral and was like a possessed beast in the battlefield. Like something was bugging his mind.”

Felix scoffed at Sylvain’s comments. “You call that feral? Nah, he just went into full blood-thirst boar mode. Sent me chills on my spine whenever I watched him took down enemies after enemies with such atrocity. But thanks to that, we managed to wrap this up way much quicker.”

“What do you mean?”

“Seteth and the Archbishop told us that the rebellion was massive and organized. It might took half year to quell it completely. But... His Majesty made it way much quicker,” the redhead nudged you softly. “So... don’t overthink yourself, (Y/N).”

“But His Majesty looks so conflicted, especially when the night came. I wonder what has ailed His Majesty’s mind.” You were surprised when Dedue appeared from behind with concerned expression.

Ever the nosy man that he is, this matter has piqued Sylvain’s curiousity. He asked for your permission for an urgent meeting teatime to inquire about this matter further. He made sure to drag Felix into this mess as well when the poor swordsman just about to took off into the hallway. And here you are, having tea together with your friends on the castle’s Royal Garden. This really reminded you of your good, old Academy days in Garreg Mach.

“How’s your marriage life? Dedue did said something about His Majesty had hard time every night. Did you guys fight? How’s your sex life, (Y/N)?”

Both you and Dedue sputtered your tea at the philanderer’s blunt question. Felix showed his apparent annoyance as he let out an exasperated sigh.

“I am just trying to help!” Sylvain smirked cheerfully at your reaction.

“W-we haven’t do that.. thing.... yet, Syl.....” you trailed off as embarrassment burned your face bright red.

Sylvain got really puzzled and dumbfounded when he grasped the truth. “How could he did not WANT to RAVISH you?! You are such a gorgeous woman! Anyone with eyes (once again, pardon my pun, Dimitri ;A;) can see that! If I were him, I would've ravage you every ni— Ahem. Besides the point,” he stopped his chattering when Dedue and Felix shot him death glares. You swore you could see Dedue and Felix readying their axe and sword beneath the table. “What I wanted to say is... you ought to talk about these things properly with His Majesty. Maybe it was just a big misunderstanding.” The famous philanderer just grinning from ear to ear and took a deep breath of relief when Dedue nodded in agreement. Goddess has saved his life.

“I hope the best for both of you, Her Highness,” said Dedue with a warm smile.

Much to your surprise, even Dedue implored you to do as Sylvain’s advice! You guessed this was what they called as ‘desperate times calls for desperate measures.’ You can’t help but to smile to see your friends care and affections for your dearest husband.

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Sylvain, Felix, and Dedue’s words gave you courage to ask your Dimitri about his behaviour this afternoon. Like some months ago, the king spent his evening in his study as if he tried to escape from you. Just like cat-and-mouse-game. It was almost midnight when you entered his study that made him very surprised. Fatigue clear on his features. His eye was strained from the multitudes of documents he had been reading all day.

“Dima.. it is late already. We should take a rest now.” You said when you stepped in his study. Dimitri spared you a glance and quick smile, which faded when he looked back down at the parchment in front of him. “Just a little bit more, Beloved. I will join you later.” Dimitri retorted as the quill scratched relentlessly, signing away tons of letters he had to pen. You steeled yourself and swallowed; this may very well be a good opportunity to talk.

“It feels like we’ve been a little distant lately. Can we talk about that?” He tensed at your words. “I’ve noticed that you seem to avoided me a lot. Is there something on your mind? I’m sorry to made you mad at me.” You said with a much quieter voice. You sounded quite fragile.

“You did nothing wrong! This is my...” Dimitri froze when he finally looked up at you. You look dejected and lonely. He needed to fix this now, while he had the opportunity to do so. Or, at least, he hoped he did. He abandoned the paperwork to walk you back to your shared room and explaining things to you. There was a hefty apology in order that was long overdue.

“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I hadn’t taken into account what you were going through,” he sighed. “Sleeping next to you made me thought about.... things.. and it was hard for me. That’s why I tried to avoid you vehemently. ”

“But we are married, Dima. Did you not desire me....?”

“I DO! With all I am!! I want you so much that it hurts but am afraid to break you with my strength. I would never able to forgive myself if I bring harm to you, (Y/N).”

“You will never hurt me, my love. I believe in you.”

He was looking at you expectantly, but kindly. You tiptoed to kiss him and he reciprocated happily. When you pulled back and open your eyes, your husband looked so blissful and relieved. He pulled you in a warm embrace... but you felt something hard poking against you. When you glanced downwards, you saw that he was hard. You were not as subtle as you thought you had been, and he caught your glance downwards on his form. “I-it is okay, you do not have to worry about me, Beloved. I am used to... endure this already,” Dimitri said quickly as his face flushing crimson.

You realized that he needed you to also affirm that this was real, that you wanted him as well. “I love you, Dimitri” you told him, truly meaning it. “Make me yours.” His hesitation was gone when you gave him an affirmation nod.

“If this is what you really want,” his growled words sent your cheeks aflame. “I will not hold back, my love.”

He placed you down on the bed carefully, following you down so he could kiss you again as his hands untied the ribbon on your nightgown and removed your panties softly. Dimitri put his mouth on your breast, started sucking on your peaked nipple. Your moans captivating him, enticing him to continue. His other hand caressing your back. You did your best desperately to tried to keep up with his pace, tugging off his clothes eagerly. You were so ready for what was to come, and you pulled back from the kiss and gazed up at him with longing.

“I’m sorry, love, I just want to worship you. I can still hardly believe that you’re letting me do this, I’m scared that this might just be a dream, and I will soon wake up in my bed, disoriented and alone. You don’t know how often I have dreamt of this…”

When you were both fully naked, Dimitri swallowed as he looked down at you, and you spread your legs as he reached down to his achingly hard cock.

“Are you sure, my beloved? I will never pressure you. W-we can always...”

“You won’t hurt me, Dima. It’s okay.”

Your words made him gulp and took a deep breath, trying to supress his nervousness.

You were embarrassed to discover that you were easily wet enough from just kisses and simple groping. He smiled at you as he began to slowly sink in your inviting depths. You let out a whine as you tried to hold back your tears. It hurts so much that you tried to endure it with burying your head on his chest.

Dimitri’s eyes closed as he dropped down to hug you softly, his deep groan rumbling in his chest as he pushed further inside you. Finally, your hips fully met as he was seated fully within you, and you knew that you had never felt anything like this before. No explanation could match up with how good it felt to be so intimate with the man you loved.

You felt his breath tickle your ear as he pulled himself back up, his eyes half lidded. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, (Y/N). You feel so good… forgive me, but it is hard for me to focus on anything else.”

He didn’t waste a second in continuing the movement, and his gentle thrusts was driving you insane. You were completely naked, and it had been a cold night, but you were so, so warm. There initial pain turned into a pleasant feeling that you had never felt before. Evidently this was new to Dimitri as well, because he was in no better of a state than you were, panting against your skin as he leaned down to kiss and give love bites at your neck.

“Dima, please… I can hardly stand it anymore”, you said breathlessly.

Dimitri couldn’t suppress his own groan as he was able to reach deeper within you. And when you rolled your hips up to meet him, he almost stopped his momentum to bask in how good it felt. He kneading, caressing, squeezing your breasts and stifled your moan as he kissed you again. The king stared down at his wife’s flushed face and felt both his heart and cocks twitch at the adorable sight before him. You were so beautiful like this, and his heart stuttered with every sound that left your mouth.

He raised one of your legs above his shoulder to get a better angle, and you cried in unison from the deeper reach of his cock. You came immediately from that angle, toes curling from your climax. The king of Faerghus grit his teeth as you clamped down on him, and in seconds he spilled his thick hot seed with a last thrust into your core with a strained groan of your name.

The two of you stayed joined for a moment before Dimitri gently moved off of you, giving you a shy smile. “I...do apologize for making such a mess of you, my love.”

He wasn’t making eye contact anymore, and you followed his gaze downwards on your body. Your inner thighs were smeared with mixture of cum and streak of blood, and a small puddle of it pooling between your legs. Embarrassment came through like tidal waves as you closed your legs tightly and brought an arm up to cover as much of your body as you could.

Dimitri laughed at your bashfulness as he picked something from the drawer and moved behind you. “You’re doing amazing, Beloved. Please let me help you,” Dimitri said behind your ear softly, getting a soft mewl from you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his hand slides up your torso to cradle one of your breasts. With the other, he reaches down and runs the towel slowly along your inner thighs. But he stopped when you moan from his ministrations between your legs.

He made a pleased noise into your hair, using his arms to pull you on his lap. Gazing into his beautiful cerulean eyes, you put your hands on his cheeks lovingly, caressing his eyepatch. He tensed and tried to avoid your gaze. “You needn’t to see such an awful sight, my love.” His entire body screaming nervous tension as he gazed away from you. He’s clearly self-conscious about showing it, so it must bothered him tremendously.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to see it, Dima.”

He sighed. “No, I may as well get it over with. You’ll see it sooner or later.” Stiffly, he hook his fingers into the straps and eases the eyepatch over his head. There’s a deep jagged scar across his cheek and eyelid. Instead of cerulean blue, his right eye colour is milkish white. Your lips pulled into a gentle smile, hand ghosting over his wounded eye before trailing down his cheek.

“Beautiful,” you whispered affectionately as you leaned up pressing a light kiss over the battle scar, then proceed to kiss each and every scar on his body tenderly. You were surprised when he tugged you onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your frame firmly as he nuzzled into the crown of your head. “My sweet angel… What could I possibly have done to deserve you?”

Those words pulled your heart just a little too hard. No words are exchanged between you as Dimitri look at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes, as if you’re the most important thing in the world. Your husband gently lifts you on his lap and pull you into passionate kisses that you melt into. The head of Dimitri's cock noses at your hole, making you moan as he slides inside you.

He felt pride surge up in him as you squirmed and broke the kiss to let out another cute mewl. First few thrusts are awkward, adjusting to the new angle, but every time your sweet voice moaned his name, the pace quickly turns more savage. Watching your bouncing breasts with an unnerving intensity, his gaze as hungry as the motions of his hips. His thrusts became frantic, and sweats beaded on his temples. Grabbing your hips in dead grip, he slammed into your body and sending you both over the edge in a maddening burst.

“S-Sorry, Beloved!! I didn’t mean t-to...” Dimitri stammered when the dawn of realization hit him. He has made you.. even messier than before. You chuckled at his guilty countenance. “We should clean up, then.”

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After dried yourself, you changed into another nightgown, picked Dimitri’s huge fur cloak that he put on the couch and wear it as a blanket. Its comfy warmth and fluffiness made you drowsy. You wanted to go to sleep. Or at least trying to. But your husband had another plan in his mind.

“B-beloved! That’s m-my... my cloak!! W-why you...” he has became a stuttered mess. “Because it feels like being in your arms. Made me feel safe and warm. And.... it smell just like you, Dima,” you said as you flashed your beaming, innocent smile that has took his breath away. The moonlight that shone in through the window cast a radiant glow on your hair made him thought that you are an ethereal beauty. Such a sight to behold.

Seeing you in his cloak has awoken something primal inside him.

Dimitri pinned you down on the bed with such hungry eyes as if he‘s ready to feast on you... His blue orbs looking at you intently, asking for consent. When you gave him one, he teared up your flimsy nightgown immediately, his tongue circled and danced on your sensitive nipples. Dimitri put you on your knees as he bite and licked your neck in zealous manner. Giving you time to adjust to his enormous size, he kissed you passionately as he pounded into your pussy from behind. Started with slow thrusts, You can feel him rutting against your back as you tremble, eliciting loud moans from your lips.

Dimitri savoured the way your walls welcomed and enveloped his shaft with every re-entry, as if they were perfectly made to fit only him.. The loud moans from both of you were silenced by the sounds of skin slapped, ragged breath, and lewd wet sounds that filled the room. You screamed as a particular thrust hitting some spot on your inner walls that feels way too good and made your vision gone white.

You didn’t know how long it had been when Dimitri pants, “Sorry, I—” and his hands tighten on your hips. He drove into you once, twice more and buried his cock deep into you as he pumped you full again with his cum. The orgasm engulfed you both completely in an enormous tidal wave of pleasure and release.

Your limbs were melting as you breathing hard against him. When you opened your eyes, Dimitri is watching over you with utterly peaceful and warm affectionate smile. Both of you lie together like that in blissful afterglow for a long time. You felt like a tidal wave of exhaustion was crashing down on your body as a small sleepy noise escaped your lips. Dimitri laughed at your sleepy face and snuggled you into his arms, draping the cloak and blanket over your naked form.

You were half-asleep when you felt something hard poked your stomach. “S-sorry Beloved. I clearly lack the necessary self-control. You need to rest. I’ll leave you alone.” The young king blushed profusely as he let go of you and backed away. Dimitri never thought he would be this addicted.

"Keep going for as long as you want, Dima. Please take your time. I might fall asleep, but I don't mind," you said with a drowsy smile. All those pent-up stress must be taking a toll on him. Even if it’s just a bit, you want to help him to ease it. Not to mention that it truly felt amazing.

Your words had stoked the fire within him further. And, insatiable beast that he is, he took your offer on it. And he did multiple times, that night.

Holding his breath, he pushed out just an inch, relishing the silky caress of your walls. Then back inside—where it's warm, and tight, and already wet with his seed. Afraid to wake you up with his thrusting, he nudged his cock in and out gently. He thought back on the way your breasts bounced when you straddled his lap, your moans of his name, and that ravished look on your face when he'd reached right into your deepest core and found a way to take you apart from within. With a long groan, he tips over the edge, spilling his load into your welcoming pussy.

Still, he didn’t want to leave the warm embrace of your body yet. Draping his arm back around you, Dimitri put his large hands over your stomach, he wondered if you could be pregnant. If all the seed he'd pumped into you tonight has already found a way to take root, if your body was eager to accept him in more ways than one. To have a big family of his own with the love of his life.... His hips twitched at the thought. Dimitri let his finger trace over your lower body absent-mindedly, stopping at your mound.

He's staring wide-eyed at your pussy. “It looks so small,” he marvels, shifting you so his thumb can reach over to play at the entrance. He saw a gush of cum flowed out onto his finger. Dimitri felt a swell of pride when he saw it. “You're so full of me, Beloved,” he added, a little awestruck, sliding his thumb on your clit, and tugging gently so more leaked out of you.

He had spent too many nights fisting his cock, dreaming all of this. Nights as a schoolboy at the Officers Academy, as a fugitive of his own homeland, a man who reclaimed Fhirdiad, even when he finally married to the love of his life. The poor king can only sighed when he recalled the days when he had to tend to his very painful blue balls at his study room or battlefield tent these past months while his unassuming wife was elsewhere. Those were the only time that he could relieved himself. Sad, maybe, but effective nonetheless.

He had imagined making love to you in so many ways, yet the reality still has him stunned. He feels as though he could indulge in you forever. He gripped himself and prodded the tip of his cock to your hole, sighing softly as the little mouth of your pussy opened and accepted him.

The sound of his thrusts is wet and sloppy, everything he had pumped into you squelching back out as he drove his cock into your channel frantically. Buried himself deep, Dimitri wondered if you were still asleep because every so often you gasped his name, or more. Eventually you are moaning out another climax, your hot pussy milking him yet again as he filled you with another load of his seed.

It was dawn when he was sated. He kissed your forehead and smiled in pure joy as he watch your naked form in his arms, sleeping with blissfully content look on your face. He cleaned you delicately with a warm towel and tucked you in the blanket carefully; embracing you lovingly before going to sleep.

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You woke up feeling very refreshed but sore with Dimitri’s arm draped over your naked body. You had not have many opportunities to watch Dimitri sleep these days, but his face looks more peaceful than any of the times prior. You are glad. Hopefully he gets some restful sleep in.

You just realized your state and dire need for something to cover your body to save yourself from the embarrassment. Doing your best to slip away from your husband’s arm, you decided to wear his nightshirt instead.

Being a light sleeper, Dimitri woke up from your shifts. “(Y/N)!!!!” You startled at his sudden loud voice, shattering the peace of the morning. “Good mo—” You glanced back when you realized he hadn’t exactly responded, eyebrows raised when you realized your husband was gawking. His shirt hung off you in just the right places, the article of clothing is very large but somehow managing to flatter you much more than it ever had, for him. He was beet red from head to toe, and you stared at him, confused.

“B-Beloved... that’s.. m-my shirt!!”

You pulled at the fabric some, your breasts jiggling accordingly. Dimitri nearly fainted from his heavy nosebleed. His heart nearly stopped. He didn’t know why but seeing you in his clothing... always made him go crazy.

What made him so astonished? You decided to stand up and try to look at your reflection on the mirror. You had started popping the buttons open, one at a time. Your neck and breasts were littered in love bites. There’s some light bruises and teeth marks on your thighs as well.

He gulped and started slowly, crossing the room and grasping your wrists, pushing you against the wall. The large male towering over you as he sighed and mumbled into your hair, “Oh what I should do with you, my beloved? To woke me up in this way.... This is hard on a man’s heart, you know.” He couldn’t help but feel giddy at the sight. He was truly the luckiest man in the world.

“If you intend to poke the lion,” Dimitri kissed you as he popped the last button, “You had best be prepared to deal with what follows. "I can't withstand that sort of teasing, my beloved..."

“Do what you will with me, my lion.” You assured him with a warm smile that Dimitri melted into steamy kisses as he lifted you up, manhandled you while watching your reflection on the mirror. And you started to watch it in such hazy look in your eyes as lust and desire flooding your mind.

You can't took your eyes off the sight of both of you in the mirror—his muscled arms flexing as he pulled your body in his arms, your hands clutching him for some semblance of balance. Dimitri enjoyed seeing his cock slide in and out of you as well. He met your gaze in the mirror as he marked your shoulder with his teeth. Your sharp intake of breath made him grin before he trailed his lips up towards your neck.

Your gaze fixed upon flashes of his cock each time it withdrew before ramming back into your pussy. How he's watching your bodies came together, just as intently as you did. How your face flushed bright red as the inside of your pussy pulse with pleasure and bliss crashed out in a slow wave over your entire body. He took advantage of the thrust that made you bounce to coax your head back with a gentle tug of your hair to see your face when you came for him. He thrust in harder and faster, and making you moaned his name with each plunge, lewd voice mixing with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass. Your husband gritted his teeth as you clamped down on him, and in seconds he spilled his impending release with a last thrust into your core.

You went limp and boneless after he is done. You almost fall to your knees but Dimitri hold you steady in his arms. "I am not finished with you yet," his eyes filled with raw lust and hunger.

He turned you onto your stomach and snap his hips aggressively against you, stuffing you full of his cock and stretching you out around him. Though even as he steadily pounds into you, he nuzzled the back of your neck and murmurs, "You feel so divine, Beloved.” He filled you with his cock over and over until you're an over-fucked, incoherent mess beneath him.

He went on using his inhuman strength to manhandle you on the bed into any kind positions. He's not very talkative when he went feral in bed—relied on primal grunts and moans, rather than words. The most you're likely to hear from him is a low, rumbling growls, as he lifted your legs against his body, spreading you for him as he impaled his shaft into you, with you merely laying limp beneath him.

The Tempest King sure has endless stamina. You can’t help but to wonder whether his immense strength came from the Blaiddyd Crest. You have seen him in a trance-like state before, but not this expression; like he's working out years of repressed lust on your pussy. And he's got ways to go.

It was late afternoon when you were done. He carried your trembling body to a warm bath, helped to wash your body gently. The King of United Fódlan had injured his beloved wife. Very bad. You can’t even sit properly because your body feels totally numb from the over-exertion, not to mention that your hips and legs were unusable with how sore they were. Hickeys, handprints, bruises, and bite marks are scattered all over your body. A few of them were bleeding a bit as well.

“I’m fine, Dima. I think you should be proud of your ability, I mean.. endless stamina. And... you did amazing. Thank you, my love,” you tried to assure him as he laid you gently on the bed with grave concern on his face.

He was mortified when he realized that he had wounded his beloved wife very badly. It was your first time together and he had already broken the person he loved most in the world because his lack of self-control. He looks like a sad, kicked puppy that kept on apologizing to you profusely.

“I’ll be sure to have you excused from our feast with the Blue Lions this evening. I’ll take good care of you while you’re recovering...after all, you seem to be quite in need of some extra attention from your husband.” His head hung down in shame.

Ah yes.. The celebratory feast for the King’s safe return. Too bad you won’t be able to attend and give your special gratitude to everyone. Especially Sylvain, for his helpful advices.

“It’s okay, Dima. I will be waiting for you, then. Please send my gratitude to Sylvain,” you tugged at his arm and pressed a chaste kiss to Dimitri’s lips. That wasn’t exactly easy, given you wanted to reduce as much movement as possible. “Don’t agonize over this, all right? Everything will be fine. Gentle or rough.. I love both sides of you. All of you, Dima. I am yours.”

Your words have rejuvenated him. Dimitri has flied to heaven in his dream-like stupor. You swear you can see a blinding glow of happiness emanating from his large figure.

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Sylvain can’t stop smirk like a cheshire cat when he saw Dimitri kept smiling brightly on their feast. He looks like a new man that radiating pure joy and happiness. Noticing that you didn’t attend the feast, the readhead’s grin got even wider.

“Congratulations on your long overdue first night with Her Highness!”

Dimitri choked on his meal at Sylvain’s brazen words. “H-how on earth did you...?!”

“Disgusting.” Felix scoffed at Sylvain harshly. But Sylvain swore he can see Felix smiled in relief when he sipped his wine despite his harsh word.

Dedue cleared his throat at Sylvain and Felix’s words. “Congratulations, His Majesty. I am glad to see such your exuberant demeanour this evening. My best wishes for you and Her Highness.”

“Glad it worked out. I never knew you had it in you, His Majesty. You made your wife bedridden after your first time. Please make sure to name your first-born after me!” Sylvain laughed unceremoniously at Dimitri’s abashed reaction. Their King is on the verge of dying from embarrassment, thanks to the skirt-chaser’s teasing.

Felix rolled his eyes at Dimitri, sighing scornfully. “You made me feel sorry for (Y/N).”

“Ahem. I hope Her Highness a speedy recovery,” Dedue said in bashful manner.

To say that your husband brutalized with shame was such an understatement. You can’t help but to laugh and patted his head fondly when he got back from the feast with sullen look because of everyone’s embarrassing remarks.

And true to his words, the king himself spent most of his time on your bedside to help you recover. Either feeding or giving you ointments, your dearest husband always doing his best to do it tenderly.

“Dima... I don’t mind the soreness and bruises because this is what you do for me while I’m recovering,” You look up at him with a soft smile. “It might be fun to be a little more rough,” you said playfully.

Dimitri.exe has stopped.

He crushed your cup of water involuntarily at your comment as his face almost explode in deep shade of crimson.

“B-B-B-Beloved!!!!” A strangled whine falling out of him.

You resisted the urge to giggle- but he could be so very charming and fun to tease without even trying. It took a whole week for you to fully recover. Whatever ended up happening...you feel so fortunate knowing you were loved and cared for dearly.

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