#fe askr

[dailyfireemblemcharacters]

Today's daily Fire Emblem character is Askr!

[skeymenix]

I Askr

[grandmastertactician]

hmmmm

HMMMM

HMMMM

[feshippingpolls]

Heyyyy~

So a while back I think I submitted an Askr x Luigi post, and I chickened out and asked you to delete it.

But I’m a stronger person now, and so I propose once again Askr x Luigi, and this time, I have propaganda

The biggest propaganda I’ve got is that Askr is an amalgamation of Luigi’s most popular ships; thus, he is scientifically engineered to be shipped with Luigi

I rest my case

FE: Should they kiss?

Askr x Luigi

Do you ship it?

OTP

Ship

Don't ship

NOTP

Ship it platonically

Haven't considered it but interested

Don't know them enough

Voting ended onJul 2, 2025

[pasteladins]

Angel Cake

[yourladyrinea]

[allofmyprincessesunite]

Fuck me I have to study but I just need to obsess over Askr again

Thank you for being the man I need in my life. If you didn’t exist I would have killed myself already

Embla doesn’t deserve you. She never did.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Would you mind writing some sweet Askr smut? There really aren't enough x reader fics about my man

we need to fix that! is this smutty yes? explicit? not really.

You can always tell when Askr's eyes linger. He doesn't exactly hide it either. If you manage to catch him staring at you from across the room; adoration clouding his gaze. He'll simply grin at you. If you question him, he'll always say something along this lines of you being "as radiant as the day he met you," and as such he can't help but stare. And if he manages to get you alone he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you. He'd keep you alone by his side all day if he could.

"I'd keep you with me for an eternity if I thought I'd get away with it." If the earnesty in his voice wasn't enough to convince you of his sincerity, his actions most certainly were. His eyes linger on your form, but his hands are always grasping for your flesh. "You're perfect." He utters, he may be a god but his love for you lingers on worship. Always seemingly in awe when peeling back the layers of your robes, declarations of your beauty leaving his lips.

He finds it hard to control himself. When you're sprawled out bare at his mercy. But he still manages to craddle your face in his his hands, stroking his thumbs in circular motions on your cheeks. "Let me have you, please." He already has you. He could very well do whatever he likes with you in this position. He knows that, as do you. But he wants to hear you say it.

"I'm yours." It's those two words that drive him. That he thinks about whenever you lie next to him, or he crosses paths with you in this castle. He can't keep you away for an eternity, but in this moment, he has you all to himself. Pleasured sighs and moans all for him, his name on your lips as sweet as a prayer, as he buries himself inside you.