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demigoddessqueens · a month ago
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Excuse me! Sir! I just—, sir!! Pls!! Sir???
👐🙏🤲💕💍
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glowingbadger · a month ago
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hi! may I please request an aphrodisiac/sex pollen drabble with dimitri?
Ahh, always nice to have an excuse for Dimitri to go feral. ** also, the usual CW for sex pollen, which can get a little dub-con-y
Dimitri (FE3H) x GN Reader
Kink prompt list #44 - Sex Pollen
NSFW 18+ V
Royal sabotage is not something to be taken lightly, but at least Dimitri appears to be recovering well from this latest incident. Perhaps a scroll case filled with toxic reagents would convince him to let someone else help him with his written correspondence. You consider this with a wry smile as you tend to him- of course it would take an episode like this to persuade him to accept any form of assistance. Pressing a hand to his forehead, you're relieved to feel his temperature has stabilized- then, your heart leaps as that bright blue eye hazily flutters open.
"Dimitri- you're awake!" you lean over him as his gaze takes in the familiar surroundings of his quarters, "How do you feel?"
His brow furrows deeply, his expression dark, troubled. There's something strange and unfocused in his eye, his pupil wide as he searches your face. His hand reaches to cup your cheek, his touch warm and firm, and at first, you smile at the gesture. Then, his fingers curl, dragging along your skin as they comb into your hair. Dimitri growls your name, his voice low and laden with something heady and dangerous. Suddenly, he tugs you down towards him, and your hands are barely quick enough to brace yourself against his muscled chest. Before you can question him, his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply, hungrily, with a raw and untethered lust you rarely see in him. You can't help an eager whimper, and the sound seems to rile him even more.
The room spins around you as Dimitri wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you down beneath him, manhandling you onto the bed as though you weigh nothing. Your body is burning with the sudden mad frenzy of it all, but you collect yourself just enough to breathlessly say,
"Dimitri- what are you- are you okay?"
"Forgive me, my love," his voice rasps hot against your neck. Before you can get out another word, you utter a squeak of surprise as he tears open the front of your shirt, snapped buttons scattering beside you on the sheets, "I- I don't know what has come over me... I..." Dimitri takes a strained breath, and you bite your lip at the sensation of his cock, rock-hard and needy as he ruts between your thighs, "I need you- now."
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certified-boyliker · 2 months ago
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Pet Names (Black Eagles Boys + Claude and Lorenz)
Certified Boyliker is back, baby!
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Hubert
You really want him? kidding i want him too
He kisses your forehead and mumbles these when you two are in private
My dove, love, mine
Everyone thinks he's creepy when they see him hugging up on you, but he's just being loving
Ferdinand
Dramatic and extravagant
He says these anywhere, private, public, in front of Emperor Edelgard to prove he's in love with his S/O more than she is or ever could be
My love, darling
Not many, but he says them softly when he kisses your cheek.
Caspar
Shouts these down the hall when he sees you
Please keep him calm and quiet, the guards and servants are staring at him
Cutie, pumpkin, my darling
You gotta pat his cheeks and tell him to quiet down in the castle
Linhardt
He sleepily mumbles these names
Non-traditional, too
My pillow, love
He lies on you, or against you, and usually mutters "my pillow..." and it's your choice on whether or not you push him off
Claude
Little bastard teases you so much with these damn pet names
Push his face away and he'll start laughing after saying these
Baby, cute-heart, little babe
Such a jerk
Lorenz
Also a little bastard, but in a different way. he doesn't tease you, but he's semi-annoying
He's bastard (affectionate)
My rose, my love, cutie
He kisses you gently after saying these
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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 2 months ago
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May I request some Sylvain headcanons? How would he react to reader crush who's avoiding him like the plague? Maybe he asked them out to hang out "as friends, nothing serious haha" but he might have kinda forgotten about some other chic he was seeing at the time (oops) and now crush got unintentionally roped up into dumb drama and wants nothing to do with it. Cue the cold shoulder. Maybe this would work best pre-timeskip, Sylv was more of a mess then 😅
{Hello! This is extraordinarily late. I really have no excuse. I hope you like it if you’re still in the fandom!} 
Master-list: Here
Is it bold to assume that he expects to be avoided? He is the king of self-sabotage after all. Especially if we are talking pre-timeskip.  
He’s a womanizer. He takes pride in it. Anyone who’s his type would be disgusted by the behavior 
He talks the talk of wanting to be a forever bachelor, but we all know that’s a sham. He wants stability, he wants loyalty, he wants kindness...basically, if you’re what he wants then he’s going to push you away intentionally to save you from himself 
So...yeah. He has no problem with his crush avoiding him. He’s convinced it will pass so long as you’re happy. He’s content being on the side, even though his close friends say otherwise 
Aka. Felix picked up on what he was doing and laid down the hard blows. Basically told Sylvain he was a child. Pfft. As if he would be any different 
Felix would do worse in his position, but Sylvain holds the thought in to avoid being pummeled 
It takes Ingrid’s threats to make him try and attempt being friends again. Something about how he was jeopardizing the ‘team effort’ by letting you ‘sulk’
He felt there was more to it than that, but he didn’t want to press. Not to respect it, but more so because he didn’t want to know the answer 
It’s one thing if you were ignoring him from how he acts. That’s fine. 
but he--he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.
He’s not stupid. He’s painfully aware of how you stare during class
how you take a step towards his table at lunch, before shaking your head and choosing somewhere else 
how the one time Lorenz went too far, calling him a disappointment to nobles and tossing in a comment about his brother...you became enraged.
So angry he could see veins popping out of your neck
Lorenz earned a bruise the same color as his hair, it was awesome
He only ever saw that level of anger from Felix. Needless to say, surprises were bountiful that day. 
He turned a blind eye to it all, until now. After pining for so long and then ignoring him, he was shocked you accepted his invitation to eat lunch 
“Heyyy (Y/N)? Want to grab a bite to eat? Been a while since we’ve seen each other and that’s not good for friends, don’t you think?” 
Ignoring Ingrid who may have been watching, he did his best to sound natural
He didn’t miss you wince when he leaned on your shoulder, or the way you stepped back at his emphasis on ‘friend’ 
He also seemingly “forgot” that he was supposed to have lunch with his latest hookup. He definitely wasn’t planning to have them interrupt, cutting your time together short and getting Ingrid off his back. Possibly making you hate him in the process and eliminating any chance he had with you in the future 
He was planning it. Just so we’re clear 
and boy did Sylvain love to self-sabotage. The hollow feeling in his heart was well deserved, which he confirmed when everything happened according to plan. 
You both were eating lunch in the courtyard. Him making small talk, and you uncharacteristically silent. Not too far along comes his latest partner, mad at him for being so forgetful and even cheating on them. He took his opportunity 
“Cheating on you with them!? Are you serious!? They’re just a friend, chill out,” 
It was done. He committed the ultimate friendzone without fault. The way his partner looked at him in horror was also expected, but their shock wasn’t directed his way.
Why weren’t they looking-? 
“Are my feelings a game to you? Do you like making people feel like smeared shit on the bottom of your shoe?” 
The way you shook next to him. Your head down and hands crushing the drink in your grasp. He almost expected you to throw it at him, but instead your hands caught water. Droplets fell at a rhythmic pace. 
“Did you seriously ask me to lunch when you already had plans? After not talking to me for weeks?! After treating me like I was never your friend?! I know you have a hard time being honest with yourself. I know you don’t like people who’re pushy, so I held back talking first,” they throw their cup onto the floor, standing to glare at him. They purse their lips, trying to barricade their next words yet failing horribly, “but this?! You have me awake for endless nights wondering if I did something wrong and then you use me for petty drama?” 
They do the last thing he’d expect, and grab his newest ex by the arm. Before he can process a defense they’re both walking away, with his ‘friend’ furiously wiping at their eyes
“You can’t even give your partner a proper breakup. I knew you were bad, but not that bad,” they halt, turning to look over their shoulder, “I can’t believe I thought you cared about me. I...you know what, you don’t get to hear the rest,” 
and you both were gone. 
It was the afternoon bell that pulled him from his stupor. He knew that meant class was starting, yet Sylvain didn’t want to go. 
Yet he also didn’t want to just sit around. So he forced himself to do what he does best, pretend whatever just happened never occurred
Hours go by, and then some days. He hasn’t heard from his ex once, which was rare since they normally try to reconcile at least once. As for you? It was the same cold shoulder as the past few weeks, except this time was different 
You didn’t stare at him during lessons 
You didn’t take one step towards his lunch table before turning away
You didn’t defend him when Ingrid gave him a nasty bruise on his cheek, or when Dorothea called him vile 
You just...didn’t? He got exactly what he wanted. You did nothing, as if he never existed and your friendship never happened 
and yet- he didn’t feel the relief that he expected. He wasn’t happy that you moved on, and every time you laughed his latest meal felt it was about to be re-plated 
Your feelings - his crush. They were never the burden he made them appear to be
When he tries to sleep it off, all his brain would conjure is a crushed cup. Trembling fingers digging into tin, their tips changing color from pressure. Droplets of water trickling from thin air and falling on top. 
Your feelings were a game to him. One that he lost from the start 
He lays in bed, arm over his eyes and lets his tears fall
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sunkuto · 7 months ago
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hello!!!!!! ur dimi date thing was so cute i just had to ask a req. can i have a dimi snuggling hcs post with a gn reader??? ty!!!!
dimitri snuggling headcanons
⇾ sfw / tw: none
⇾  reqs are opened!!!!  💌
a/n: omg anon you sent this so long ago but i’m alive now!!! life has been so hectic! also happy new years everyone, i want to try my best to be active but that’s what i always say LOL
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⇾ dimitri enjoys being the big spoon. he’s lost so many people in his life so it makes sense that he wants to hold you and never let go because he’s afraid he will lose you too.
sometimes you convince him to be the little spoon though, especially when he’s not in a good mood.
⇾ he’s fast to fall asleep when snuggling.
the warmth and knowing he’s not alone makes him feel safe for once. he feels comfortable and not on edge all the time. he loves the feeling.
⇾ if he’s not asleep then you guys talk about the most random things. from life at the academy to the future you guys wish to have.
there’s so in between, you talk about the funny things and the deep things. you both love every second of it.
to help you fall asleep, he likes whispering sweet things into your ear while rubbing your hands or face. he admires you so much, he looks at you the whole time.
he’s so in love.
⇾ he is so touch starved. he loves it when you scratch his back and/or play with his hair.
he gets so many butterflies.
sometimes he hides his face in the pillows because he gets so flustered at the feeling.
⇾ when you guys end up watching movies and you fall asleep, he carries you into the bedroom bridal style and lays you down and tucks you end.
he puts so many blankets on you (sometime you overheat)
depending on the time, he kisses your forehead and leaves you to sleep so he can do chores around the house for you.
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kreideprinzessin · 4 months ago
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It’s 2014 on a Thursday and you’re staying up late reading fanfiction. Inevitably you come across a multi-chapter fic titled “7 Minutes in Heaven” with your favorite fandom. You proceed to spend the next couple of hours reading mediocre one-shots featuring yourself and your faves locked up inside a closet, doing anything from flirting to heavily making out.
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So, yeah, I’ve decided to try hosting a collab! If this flops please pretend you never saw it, thank you
Status: Open
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Collab rules:
Anyone is allowed to join, but if you’re a minor I ask you to keep it sfw. (If you have no age indicator in your bio or anywhere visible on your blog, I’ll assume you’re a minor as well) Also, if you'd like to join for multiple characters, you're more than welcome to do so (But let's keep it at 3 max per person!)
The minimum word count will be 500 words
Works have to be character x reader
Works can be as sfw or nsfw as you’d like them to be (with the exception of the above-stated rule for minors) as long as they somehow involve 7 minutes in heaven, just please make sure to properly tag your works. The same goes for dark content -- It’s not forbidden but should be tagged accordingly (However, noncon isn’t allowed).
The fandoms for this collab will be Genshin Impact, Jujutsu Kaisen, Fire Emblem (Awakening, Fates, Echoes, and Three Houses) and Nijisanji (Please only write about adult characters of these fandoms; for Nijisanji, write only about the characters, not the real streamers)
Multiple works for the same character will be allowed, but to ensure a bit of variety, we’ll keep it at three works per character
I know there are currently a lot of collabs going, so the due date will be October 20th to give everyone who wants to join enough time to do so. Should you have to drop out or need more time after all, just let me know!
To join, simply send me an ask or a dm letting me know which character you’ll be writing for
Once you’ve joined, please make sure to reblog this post
Once you post your work, make sure to tag me so I can link it!
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Note for readers: Please be mindful of everyone's DNI. Don't break peoples' boundaries!
Entries:
Genshin Impact:
Albedo - @kreideprinzessin (suggestive)
Childe - @y0imyas
Zhongli - @inviouswriting (nsft!)
Itto - @pavo-ocell-me
Kaeya - @pavo-ocell-me
Scaramouche - @adalynn-is-lost (suggestive)
Aether - @kaeyasstarlight
Xiao - @thelost-in-time
Ayaka - @httpitto (suggestive)
Xiao - @fifteen-writes
Aether - @thelost-in-time
Yelan - @thelost-in-time
Kokomi - @the-mourning-stars
Diluc - @xiaosweetheart
Kazuha - @sakuraoora
Yae Miko - @heademptynoideas
Kazuha - @kazu-sun
Gorou - @akki-rre
Xiao - @oikadiors
Dainsleif - @genshinparty
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Tartaglia - @suugaru
Albedo - @xiaoslxt
Satoru Gojo - @haikyutiehoe
Fire Emblem:
Edelgard - @mszaddy-teethrot
Nijisanji:
Selen Tatsuki - @bassslut
ChroNoiR - @xinhs
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misselko · 9 months ago
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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!!
Words: 25.800
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 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'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 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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thinkinboutfe · a month ago
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overworked.
an introductory fic! this was rly just something that spawned into my head, but hopefully it doesn’t disappoint! 
p.s. send me asks!!! i am a very bored writer
dimitri x reader | overworked.
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Though the fighting had ended merely a month prior, the administrative work that accompanied being the newly appointed archbishop of Fódlan relented for no man. You were almost immediately thrust into completing stack after stack of tedious paperwork, piles being replaced faster than you were capable of writing.
Dimitri, instantaneously after your coronation, noticed your shift in personality as soon as you became so inundated by mind-numbing tasks. The war may have long ended, a cause truly worthy of celebration throughout Fódlan (as made excessively evident by the remnants of street-parties still occupying the streets surrounding the monastery), but the joy shared between all barely registered within you for more than a few moments. You had always been more on the reserved side, Dimitri had once reasoned with himself, so surely it was not so unnatural that you would retire so early from the carousing.
But this was beyond reasonable.
He was himself an early-riser, yet lately he wasn’t entirely sure you were ever retiring -- the side of the bed you occupied was eternally ice-cold.
Dimitri may have had his own duties towards Fódland, but the duty he possessed towards his wife took far higher precedence.
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So absorbed in the latest legalities Seteth had passed on to you, you didn’t notice the click of the door signalling an intruder until his form casted a dark shadow over the thousands of lines of legal jargon you were expected to process.
“My beloved,” Dimitri muttered softly, “I, for one, understand the… importance of staying on top of one’s duties but… do you not think it wise to take some respite?”
Glancing up, you were met with perhaps the greatest look of concern you had seen cross your husband’s features since he was merely a student at Garreg Mach - not the recently crowned King of a united Fódlan. The expression was enough to induce a coil of remorse in the pit of your stomach.
“Wise? Absolutely. But you know I can’t tear myself away, my love,” you began, an apologetic smile forming on your lips, “I’m hardly as… used to this as you are. I don’t really know how you keep on top of things.”
Dimitri’s concern soon turned into guilt. He’d neglected the fact that such expectations had never been placed on you before - and the expectations for a teacher paled in comparison to that of an archbishop. Wordlessly, noting two of the largest stacks that littered your desk, he took one of for himself, settling opposite you in one of the chairs he surmised you’d had the majority of Fódlan’s nobility in at some point over the last fortnight.
“What are you… it’s really nothing to worry about, Dimitri; I should’ve expected this with my position. It’s my own fault I’m… lagging behind.”
“Nonsense,” he perished the thought with a wave of his hand, picking up a quill you had laid down spare to your own, “I gave you my vows, and I intend to stick by them. I’d be quite the shoddy husband if I couldn’t even slightly lower your workload.”
“Please, my love, I would rather at least one of us get a good night’s rest.” you murmured, remorseful, “After all, this is only temporary, I’d hope - Seteth did say that the paperwork should ease once smaller issues had been dealt with. The trouble is… there seems to be more of them than I had anticipated.”
What you did not notice, however, were how the dark circles beneath your eyes seemed to intensify with each night’s rest lost, and how you soon became far more isolated than any had seen before. Your sword, Dimitri observed, had been placed beside your desk for the entirety of the period you were confined, picking up dust.
“I cannot sit idly by, beloved. How am I supposed to sleep, when the one I love isn’t beside me? It is torturous, to both fall asleep and wake up to an empty bed.” Dimitri sighed, dropping his quill down to properly address you. He gently placed a hand on yours that wrote, halting you, before entwining your fingers with his own. “Even if only for a single night, I strongly believe that some respite will aid you.”
“Dimitri…” you started, squeezing the hand he clasped, “knowing that you are here is enough for me.” You offer him a repentant smile, interrupted by a sharp yawn that overtook you. “But… you may be right. Though, I’ll have to rise as soon as possible, what with several meetings with nobles from the Leicester Alliance, that board meeting I have to oversee, and who knows how much paperwork Seteth will bring me…”
“I’ll hear none of it,” Dimitri shook his head, carefully guiding you to rise from your cemented position at the desk, “I hereby declare that the archbishop shall be attending not a single meeting tomorrow, nor the day after-”
“But Dimitri--”
“I’ve made up my mind!” he smiled softly, “either I, or someone else just as capable of handling the smaller tasks, will take over in your stead. What use is an archbishop inundated by frivolous matters?”
Somewhere amongst your light bickering with your husband, you had ended up being guided into his lap, almost instantaneously moulding into his form as a source of comfort.
“There’s no way I’m going to win this argument, is there?”
“Not as long as I still draw breath, my beloved.”
“Then whisk me away, my dear king!” you chuckled - the first positive sound Dimitri had heard you elicit in some time. Without a moment’s hesitation, he scooped you up into his embrace, not dissimilar to his actions on your wedding day, and abandoned the miscellaneous parchment left unfinished. Your quarters being a mere few moments away from the office, it wasn’t long before you were met by the cushiony softness of your bed.
You hadn’t felt such peace since the war had officially ended as you nestled against your husband, and drifted off into a tranquil slumber that none would wake you from with pressing matters.
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feral-pansexual · 10 days ago
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Waking up with Claude is somewhat odd, but certainly not unwelcome. He's used to waking up at the asscrack of dawn, both from his years in Almyra and his war years succeeding his time at Garreg Mach. It's not uncommon to be awoken by the scratching of his quill on parchment, sending letters to the other nobles of the Alliance. Or conversations just outside the door with underlings or old school friends.
Mornings like this one, however, are your favorite. There's no indication as to what has woken you, but Claude's fingers scratch gently against your scalp, head in his lap as he leans against the large headboard of your shared bed. He'd reading; you can vaguely hear the pages turn somewhere off to your left. It doesn't quite matter what all he's doing, though; you drift back to sleep with his fingers still in your hair.
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trytoimaginefireemblem · 5 months ago
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Headcanon: Lazy Mornings With Claude Would Be Like...
Request: None
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Claude would love to have downtime with you. He will make any excuse to stay in with you in the morning.
Claude likes to hold you close while still half asleep. He wants to have you by his side and be able to feel your heartbeat and listen to your breathing.
Claude would want to have breakfast with you in bed. Sometimes Claude wouldn't let either of you get up, so breakfast would become brunch.
Claude would shower you with kisses. Anywhere he could reach without moving too much would be covered in kisses.
Claude would spoil you. He would do whatever you say so that you wouldn't have to lift a finger. He wouldn't want to do too much, though.
If you had to go and do something. Claude would make any excuse for you not to go. He would want you to stay with him for as long as possible.
Claude is a pretty relaxed guy. He knows he has responsibilities, but he doesn't see anything wrong with taking some time to relax and spend it with you.
Claude isn't really a lazy person but staying in bed all day with you is very appealing to him even though you two can't do it very often.
Lazy mornings usually turn into lazy days. Both of you are very busy, but Claude thinks it is essential to have time for just the two of you, even if it means losing a whole day of work.
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thelovelyscenarios · a month ago
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Nightmares with Claude
Anon: can you write a claude x reader (not byleth) where the reader has a nightmare. kinda like angst to fluff. please and thank you! i hope your day//night is good!
Author’s note: this was such a sweetly worded request, thank you! And for future reference: I never write Byleth/Robin/Corrin as the reader, only as a romance option 💕
🌸 Claude is no stranger to nightmares, but his only comfort in the past has been that only he experienced them. So when he wakes up in the night to find you whimpering and sweaty and in distress, it breaks his heart.
🌸 He waits for you to wake up on your own, not wanting you to startle. He gets you a glass of water and has it ready for when you wake up.
🌸 You startle awake, shaking and crying and thoroughly rattled. And you’re immediately greeted by the sight of your beloved. He’s alive and well, and his arms are open for you.
🌸 He lets you cry it out if you have to, or at the very least tremble in his embrace for a bit. Failing that, he offers the glass of water and lights the candle by his bedside. He offers his ear to listen, but if you don’t want to talk, he’ll fill the silence.
🌸 Telling stories about his day, his culture, his childhood, or even reading aloud to you for a while. His voice is steady and soothing, keeping you calm and allowing you to ground yourself with his presence.
🌸 Even if he has to stay up all night with you, he’ll make sure you’re soothed. He’ll grit his teeth and bear the next day of being sleep deprived if it means you’re not alone with your fear.
🌸 But if you do manage to get back to sleep, he’s right there by your side, keeping you company and assuring you of his presence.
🌸 He even makes sure to wake up before you the next morning, so you can wake to his smiling face and gentle comfort. And a promise to do it again if you need it.
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dulcesiabits · a month ago
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injury.
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summary: what do they do when you get injured during a battle? (ft. Hilda, Annette, Ashe).
notes: 398 words, drabbles, angst, reader injury, mentions of blood
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Hilda Valentine Goneril
You fall, and all Hilda can see is red. 
Red, where it shouldn’t be. Blood everywhere, on your armor, your skin, the grass. Marianne running towards you, and Claude gripping Hilda’s arm, urging her to look away, to keep calm, because it wouldn’t help you if she lost it right here--
Hilda shakes him off, her grip on her axe tightening.
This is real, she reminds herself. This is war. People get hurt, and people die.
This is nothing like the strategy lessons back in Garreg Mach where she watched Claude maneuver pieces on a board against Lorenz. This is no training drill, where you would pop back up, complaining about your sore arms.
No, this is real, and Hilda would simply have to slaughter every person on the field who dared to raise a finger against you.
Annette Dominic
Annette’s hands shake as she presses a rag to your side.
“You’re going to be okay,” she whispers, trying to smile. “You’re going to be okay.”
It’s a promise, a prayer: as long as she keeps saying it, it’ll be true. It has to be. Because you have a future together, so many things you haven’t done yet. She has a ring she has yet to slip on your finger. There’s a festival in Faerghus she’s been wanting to take you to, once the war is over.
Sweat beads your forehead as Annette tries to stem the flow of blood from your wound. The din of fighting rings around her, but it might as well be a million miles away.
The real war is here, as she begs you not to leave her.
Ashe Ubert
You’re by Ashe’s side when the spell hits you, and you crash into the ground like a broken bird.
The world goes on, regardless.
Dimitri shouts orders. Someone grips his shoulder, tells him Mercedes is on the other side of the field. 
Ashe holds you in his arms. Is he strong enough to pick you up and carry you? Would he even make it? If only he had Sylvain’s cleverness, or Dimitri’s strength. If only he had noticed the enemy readying a spell in your direction and pushed you out of the way. If only...
No. There would be time for tears later. Right now, you need him.
He has already lost so much, and he will not lose you, too.
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glowingbadger · 2 months ago
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I saw the Sylvain first time fic….and I must know what soft Sylvain early morning (or whatever time of day) sex is like with our resident ginger. He’d be so sweet and kind with his s/o. (If this is too similar can I ask for Felix or Ashe instead, pls?)
Y'know I feel like it has been a while since I wrote Sylvain, and he deserves some soft and tender morning love-making~
Total sidenote but I headcanon that Sylvain has freckles on his shoulders and arms and I will not be taking feedback at this time
Sylvain (FE3H) x AFAB Reader
Morning sex - NSFW 18+ V
A gentle hand brushes stray hair from your face as your eyes blearily blink open, squinting against the morning light until they adjust. Sylvain's own eyes crease adorably at the corners with that warm, genuine smile that's only ever been for you. He shifts closer to you on the bed and slides an arm around your waist as you stretch your back and shoulders. The sight only causes his smile to broaden.
"Morning, gorgeous," he says softly, pulling you to his taller frame.
"Mornin'," you mumble, managing a sleepy but blissfully happy smile of your own. The golden light from the nearby window positively glows in his fiery hair and across fair skin. Charming freckles scatter across his shoulders, now accented by the occasional dark pink love-bite. He wears them well, you think with a grin, though you can still feel the distant sting of the marks he'd gifted you in turn.
Your admiration is cut short when Sylvain's hold at your waist tightens and he draws you into a slow and tender kiss. The softness of his lips still sets your heart thudding in your chest, though now you both fall into a natural rhythm- one practiced extensively the night prior. Your hands rest on his muscled chest, and you swear you can feel the pounding of his heart matching yours.
He barely parts from you, his lips still brushing yours as he nuzzles your nose playfully with his own. You give a short laugh.
"Wow... you spoil all of your lady friends like this, or am I just lucky?"
He scoffs at your words, his hand at your waist now trailing up your side and along your back, cradling you to him.
"Hardly. They don't often stay the night," the bitterness in his tone melts into something almost bashful as he adds, "I was... honestly relieved when you said you would."
You rest your forehead against his, brushing your fingers along his jawline.
"If you're always this sweet in the morning, I wouldn't mind staying over again."
"You kidding?" Sylvain nearly laughs, "You looked so cute sleeping there next to me, I wasn't sure my heart could take it. I'd spoil you rotten for the chance to wake up to that again."
He kisses you again, more deeply, his tongue flitting across your lips. With a contented sigh, you part them for him. His hand is warm as it cradles your face, and he leans into the kiss until he's nearly turned you onto your back. Soon enough, your bodies are pressed to one another, his torso strong and firm against you. His teeth nip gently at your lower lip, his hands wandering your curves with obvious hunger and adoration. Then, you feel the distinct heat of his cock stiffening against your thigh, pulsing as it gradually hardens.
You break from his kiss with a smirk,
"Still not satisfied, even after last night?"
"I can never have enough of you, babe," the rasp in his voice surprises you, sending arousal plunging through your center. Biting at your lip, you suddenly urge Sylvain onto his back and sling a leg over him to straddle his hips. He gives a pleased groan, greedy hands running up your thighs while his eyes devour the sight of you above him, wearing only the shirt he'd leant you to sleep in.
Your hips grind your lower body against him, the wet lips of your pussy pressing along the stiff length of Sylvain's cock. He whispers your name, his voice low and heavy with lust, and his body thrusts against you, rutting his thick cockhead against your clit. The stimulation forces a gasp from you, and you steady yourself with your hands on his abdomen.
"What was that before about... spoiling me rotten...?" you manage between hushed moans.
"Why don't you let me show you?" Sylvain replies, though he's already guiding you into position above him with a hand at your hip. It only takes him a moment to align himself with you, his hand gripping your body tighter as he feels your soaking wet folds around him. Then, very slowly, he begins to guide you down onto his cock, the head driving into your squeezing cunt inch by inch. Your face flushes, your lips parted in a silent sigh as your lover fills you. It's every bit as incredible as the prior evening; feeling his member gradually opening you around him, dragging against a thousand over-sensitive nerves- it's already set your legs trembling around him.
"Mmm... you're so tight, babe- and so nice and wet for me..." Sylvain groans, both hands now firmly at your hips, groping plump flesh as he begins to thrust into you. It takes you a moment to regain your senses enough to coordinate with his movements. Truly, his expertise is more than enough to send ripples of pleasure through you with each buck of his hips. He knows exactly the right angles, the right pace, starting you slow yet gradually pushing deeper, quicker, until you finally manage to catch up and match his rhythm. By then, you're already gasping his name, letting out moans and whimpers shamelessly into the bedroom, knowing how he loves to hear those sounds of bliss.
One hand moves to the front of your shirt, where he somehow undoes the single button holding it closed, all while never once easing those expert thrusts into your drooling pussy. Then, that hand wanders around your waist, pulling you down to him.
"C'mere, you," he murmurs, drawing you into a deep, erotic kiss, and by now you feel you can barely keep up. His tongue teases yours, his hands squeeze and caress you all over, and his cock- Goddess, his cock pistons into you at that steady, luxurious pace, filling you again and again until your head starts to spin. The pleasure is maddening, and without a single thought, your body moves of its own accord, forcing yourself down onto his throbbing length and grinding it deep within you.
"Sylvain-! Fu-fuck, I'm-!"
"Mmh, that's right babe, cum for me, I've got you," he groans, his voice hoarse as he holds you close. The tension and heat suddenly burst at your core, your pussy clinging desperately around his manhood, coating him with your overflowing arousal. A potent shiver runs up your spine, and he urges you through your orgasm all the while, his member pulsing inside, massaging your inner walls. You take a shaky breath as the aftershocks work through you, trembling in his arms.
"Goddess, Y/N," Sylvain whispers against your ear. Without warning, his cock drives into you once, then again, and now he's panting along with you, "Watching you cum like that just for me... is too damn hot..!"
"It's because you spoil me, Sylvain" you say softly, cradling his face even as he fucks into you, so near to his own release, "And because I... I adore you," you half-moan, feeling his grip tighten at your hips. With the final worshipful sigh of your name, Sylvain buries his cock into you once more, the full length of it flexing within you as he pours his cum deep inside. The swelling sensation stretches you almost painfully, but the thrill is far more potent. You cling to his strong body as his muscles tense with each wave of his orgasm, nuzzling his neck until he's spent. After these long moments of mindless pleasure, you feel him relax onto the bed all at once, panting as he comes down from the high of his climax.
Still breathless, Sylvain runs a hand along your cheek, meeting your eyes with something strangely heavy in his gaze.
"I love you," he says at last. Your face burns almost as hot as the rest of you, and for a moment, you're forced to look away.
"You're seriously gonna say that with your cock still inside of me?"
He laughs, and gently nudges you back to face him,
"Could've said it while we were fucking. Nearly did, actually- last night, too," his affectionate smile melts right through your pretend-pout, and he adds, "I would've meant it then too, of course, but it seemed better to wait."
'I- well, I," you stammer, but manage, "I love you too, obviously. But we, uh, we should clean up."
At long last, Sylvain acquiesces, easing his member from you and guiding you down onto the bed beside him. He kisses your forehead gently.
"Sure, sure. Just figured I'd convince you to stay another night, first."
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certified-boyliker · 2 months ago
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How Cuddly They Are on a Scale of 1-10 (Blue Lions)
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Dimitri is... a 4!
He likes cuddling with you, don't get me wrong. However, he doesn't like admitting it, and he gets very stuttery and awkward when he cuddles with you. It's kinda cute, when his face goes red and he starts stuttering.
Dedue is... a 3
He also likes cuddling with you, but this is a man who seems like he hates himself. Thinking that he isn't worthy to cuddle with you and have you hugging him. Not as blushy or stuttery as Dimitri, but he is taken off guard and he gives you a small smile afterwards
Felix is... a 1
He is not cuddly at all. He's not really a touchy person. The most he'll do is wrap his arms around you possesively. He doesn't like PDA and prefers to show his affection through words and just being in your presence
Sylvain is... a 9
Are we surprised? Sylvain likes holding you so much. Any chance he gets, he's touching you. Holding your hand, hugging you, cuddling you, you get it. It's partially because he likes contact, but also because he trusts you. He knows you don't like him for his crest, but him. And that makes him want to hug you so much
Mercedes is... a 7
She really does enjoy cuddling with you! She likes setting you in her lap, resting your head against his chest, as she plays with your hair. She likes kissing you and hugging you.
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amatxs · a month ago
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Requests open! How exciting! I hope you're having a lovely day, if the quotes not taken is "Come, there is a way to be good again" with Dimitri okay?
the end of atonement / dimitri alexandre blaiddyd ( fire emblem: three houses ) ( come, there is a way to be good again. ) a/n: prompt post ( x ). quote by khaled hosseini
in rebirth there are remnants of a life left behind, fragments of the past clouded in the midst of new awakenings and the shock of renewal. in rebirth there is a haunting echo of hope & the dreadful waiting for the worst, and in rebirth, there is the tale of two lovers reunited.
this is your story now.
you live freely, heart light but filled with the lingering of war stricken memories. how strange to realize that things are entirely different now ; how grateful you are to have found peace with what once was and moved on. you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel a familiar warmth envelop you.
this is your story now, you recall, opening your eyes to the sight of the one who handed his heart to you. this is your story now, but it is not dimitri's.
in his dreams the bloodshed remains, wretched and splayed. it drenches the land, fills the earth with sorrow and violence heard. the past has always been a heavy burden in all of his lives, and even through the tranquility that is felt in this one, its presence always makes itself known, serves as a reminder of his sin. it will always be this way. he is sure of it. maybe he is deserving of that.
"your hands are softer." you murmur the words offhandedly, smile sheepishly when dimitri looks at you in curiosity. you turn his hand over, fingers tracing the lines that adorn his skin. the markings of battles fought no longer reside, callouses absent on his fingertips.
he says nothing, watches as a bittersweet nostalgia surfaces in the wondrous hues of your eyes. he wonders if this is okay, this life. he wonders if it's okay to experience this moment, even if it may be ordinary to anyone else. he wonders if it's okay to simply exist with you in this time, knowing that he has gone through hell over and over again and deserved it all.
"are we allowed this?" dimitri's voice nearly breaks. he hopes that you do not understand, but you do. you always manage to understand, somehow, and if fate is to be real, then he knows that she works to keep your souls intertwined. ( RE: AM I ALLOWED THIS? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE SINS I'VE COMMITTED? )
something about the way you smile makes his chest tighten. a yearning reveals itself on the curves of your lips. you look so tired, but there is such a kindness in your visage that it makes dimitri's hands tremble.
"we are always allowed this." you answer. "whether in this life or the next, we can learn to live in peace."
you press a kiss against his knuckles, once, twice, and in each one there is a reverence so holy that he almost believes in higher beings. you pull him forward ever so gently, and he almost thinks your smile grows into one of hiraeth.
"you are allowed this, dimitri. i hope you never forget that."
( your lips meet his in an everlasting love and he knows that this life with you will be one without regret. )
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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 3 months ago
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I have a request!
Bernadetta and Kazuha with a masked s/o thats energetic and chaotic when the masks on, but as soon as it comes off, they’re more quiet and smart. (proud wrench kinnie right here)
I finally get a fire emblem request! I hope that I wrote this the way you wanted it :)
Bernadetta and Kazuha + a S/O that acts chaotic but is actually smart
Bernadetta Von Varley
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I’m just gonna say it out front. She was probably terrified of you when you first met. And your first couple interactions afterwards.
But after it was just the two of you alone, she began to notice how quiet you actually were under your energetic persona. She started to talk to you more when she realized that you weren’t always that wild.
She would start talking to you little by little, about things like the lesson and the food in the mess hall. She’s trying her best to make friends here but its Bernie we’re talking about.
She was kinda impressed that you could act so loud and proud when you were actually really the opposite, in fact she admired you for that trait. 
When she finally gets out of her shell completely, she started to ask for your company when trying to get out into the real world. 
“Would you like to go to the library with me? Ack, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to though!” 
Kaedehara Kazuha 
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When you first met, Kazuha could tell that there was more than what met the eye with you. He wanted to see what part of yourself you kept under wraps in front of larger crowds.
He was very happy when you decided to reveal your more introverted side to him after a while. Not that he disliked how you acted before, he just wanted you to feel comfortable with him.
He enjoys both sides of your personality equally. Kazuha enjoys the quiet conversations you have alone together and the crazy antics you get in when out with the rest of the crux. 
Although he enjoys how you can change your disposition, he ultimately wants you to act in the way that you feel most comfortable. He doesn’t want you to feel like to need to put on an act in front of most people.
“Y/n, would you like to walk with me near the woods? We don’t have to have a long conversation, just your company would be enough.”
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solomonsmagicwand · 7 months ago
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May I ask for something for Yuri or Felix's reaction to his s/o taking a hit that was meant for him? Your writing is great thanks for doing what you do <3
thank you so much! sorry this is kinda mid, i've been having really bad writers block.
yuri
his initial reaction is horrified. you're crouched down, holding a hand to your bleeding wound, but there's a big smile on your face as you look at the soldier you fell.
"i got him," you say, mostly to yourself. yuri clears his throat and your attention goes to him. you look up at him with curious eyes.
"why did you do that?" he asks.
"i can't let anything happen to you, yuri," you tell him. he sighs.
"i can protect myself, you know that, right? you don't have to put your life on the line for me."
he bends down and looks at your wound, a deep gash from a throwing axe. he thinks about how horribly wrong this scenario could've gone.
"let's retreat for now," he suggests. you nod, struggling to stand up. your wound is bleeding more profusely than you initially thought, and it soaks your hands.
after everyone makes their way back to the monastery, yuri refuses to leave your side. he sits in the medical ward with you, holding your hands as lindhart and manuela heal your wounds.
"don't be so reckless in the future," yuri warns. "i can't lose you."
felix
felix immediately rushes to your side, desperate to make sure you're okay.
he already lost his father, he cannot lose his love too. not to this stupid war that he doesn't even really believe in.
he's distraught, your wounds look bad, and you're bleeding so much. he screams for lindhart, desperate for someone's help.
you're alive and conscious, but the amount of blood you're losing has your vision blurry and fading. you can see felix fighting back tears as he makes a temporary tourniquet for you.
"please, think before you jump in front of someone like that," he says, softly. his usual attitude is gone. now he's just afraid.
"i had to protect you," you reply, staring up at him. you run a trembling hand through his hair. he holds your wrist and stares down at you.
without warning, felix scoops you up and carries you away from the chaotic battlefield, using the bit of white magic he learned to temporarily heal your wounds until a real medic could see you.
"you don't have to be the hero all the time," he mutters as he watches your bleeding subside. you just give him that damn smile and make him avoid your eyes. he sighs and wraps his arms around you, carefully pulling you into a hug.
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