Honestly, there so much I can imagine for timeskip Dimitri, yet never know how to exactly put it in words! 😅 Him also having that feral/boar phase doesn't help! 🥴 Anyway, have a little spicy post timeskip Dimitri! 💙
It's clear Dimitri wants you. The man craves your affection as much as he did back in the Academy days. But whereas back then he was more subtle about it (or as subtle as he can be), now he was quite obvious. He practically lingers by your side.
At the dining area? He's there. At the greenhouse? He's there. At the war room, he has you sit beside him. He's like a big puppy that needs his master.
What was once feathery touches, friendly pecks, and thank-you hugs are now full-blown hand-holding or hand gently pressed against the small of your back. The way he looks at you with his eye is intoxicating. Like a predator wanting to devour its prey at that moment.
And devour he does when the sun goes down and the monastery goes quiet. His room filled with the sounds of moans you try to hold back as Dimitri's hips slam against yours.
"I missed you..." He constantly whispered to you. His hands, calloused and strong, holding on to yours. He hardly ever let go since you two reunited and began having sex. It has become a habit of his. Along with his need to see your flushed face.
That intense stare he gave you as he pounded into your pussy, grunts escaping his throat. You tried to pull your hands away, to cover your face. A low growl escaped him as his grip got harder.
"Don't let go..." He said it in such a way that made it sound like he was pleading, begging, aching.
"D-Dimitri...~" A soft gasp leaves your lips as you arched your back, the pleasure rising as you felt his cock hitting that perfect spot. Dimitri enjoyed that. You didn't expect the smile on his lips. His thrusts quicker now, your legs wrapped around his waist as you repeatedly cried out his name like a prayer.
synopsis. the wedding reception had been raucous, and dimitri was more than ready to consummate the marriage. unfortunately, his eagerness was more than a little obvious.
word count. 0.7k.
tags. mdni. smut. gn!reader ( 3rd person w/ they/them ). established relationship ( just married ). soft sex. mentions of violence ( past ). briefest implication of past suicidal ideation. virgin!dimitri. premature ejaculation. no insertion. post-game.
spencer speaks. first smut ever guys everyone cheer. we're starting off short and simple and getting desensitized bc damn i took breaks far too often. ( yes it is technically the 4th now but do i care? no i'm just happy i finished this at all )
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dimitri didn't know how he got to be so lucky.
he should have been dead a long time ago. either by edelgard's hand or cornelia's or—goddess forbid—his own. but here he was, reclined against his marital bed with the most precious person in his life on his lap, thighs on either side of his waist. his touch on their body was feather-light, his every movement laced with nerves and hesitation.
he wasn't unwilling by any means—the bulge tenting his slacks made that very well known. it was just the strength his crest provided, he'd never be able to live with himself if he hurt his beloved on their wedding night of all nights. he wanted it to be perfect for them. more than anything.
their hips ground down once onto his own, eliciting a sharp gasp and pulling him from his thoughts. his head fell back against the headboard and they took it as an invitation. their lips made contact with the column of his throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his fair skin. he knew they could feel him twitch beneath them if the way they smirked against him was any indication. he knew them too well, he knew they were doing this on purpose—taking it painfully slow, drawing it out, pulling every sound they could from him before they'd so much as undress. they knew exactly how to drive him mad.
perhaps there was one other reason he was so... hesitant. his lack of experience. they knew it well, he'd been sure to bring it up as if that'd possibly be a deal-breaker for them; the one who'd loved him through every horrible thing he'd done in the past five years. through the loss of his mind.
"my love," he sighed, angling his head down. they responded with a quiet shush followed by a heated kiss. their lips pressed to his so sweetly, soft and assuring, a wordless reminder. their chest flush with his, tongue slipping into his mouth as he let them guide him through it.
they began to move their hips once more, setting a slow, agonizing rhythm that made it hard for him to keep quiet. dimitri groaned against their lips, reluctantly breaking the kiss in response to a particularly firm press. his face was flushed, his visible eye vaguely hazy. one of their hands moved to his face, brushing his blonde hair back and cupping his cheek oh-so gently, just as he had theirs so many times before.
his arms wrapped around their waist, his face buried in the juncture between their shoulder and neck, breathing them in. his lips connected clumsily—doing his best to replicate the way they made him feel.
the heat in his gut slowly began to change into a sort of tightness, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement of their hips against his.
"love—" he muttered against their skin, only to be cut off by a sound he'd never made on his own. "love, wait—"
with one more roll of their hips he was done for. he gasped sharply, his face flushed a brighter shade of red as the coil snapped and warmth spread, his orgasm hitting him with little warning. they froze, and he thought—in a moment of poor judgment—they might laugh, tease. but they didn't. their hand found his shoulder to push him to lay back.
both hands found their way to his jaw, making him look up at them. the embarrassment rolled off him in waves, even as he worked to catch his breath.
"i'm sorry, i just..." he trailed off, unable to find the words in his current state.
a breathy chuckle pulled from their lips. "don't worry about it, dimi," they murmured, leaning forwards so their breath ghosted over his ear. "I take it as a compliment."
an involuntary shudder ran through his body and he could feel a familiar stirring in his groin once again. he knew they could feel it too. he moved on instinct alone, flipping their positions to lay them down. they blinked a few times, taken aback.
"we can wait a little bit, dimitri, you just—"
he cut them off with a whisper of a kiss, followed by a slightly firmer one to the corner of their mouth.
"but you haven't yet." his words pressed into their cheek, their jaw, their neck. "i refuse to leave my consort hanging for even a moment."
Alright bet. Let’s get religious for our ao3 friends in the back. 😌
I’ve only seen little thoughts of it here and there on your blog, but would you be willing to write something a little more serious for Yuri and a female reader in the cathedral? I can’t imagine getting much closer to divinity than that~❤️
As a fellow woman who went to a Catholic school when she was younger, know I am sending well-wishes your way; I hope you can still make this an amazing week!
So this ask is from AGES ago when I first discovered that the person harassing me about continuing a five year old fic that is obviously finished was the same person who's been spamming bible verses at me (on both fanfic .net and AO3 over the years)- and first off, very much appreciate the commiseration lol former repressed Catholic smut enjoyers unite \m/
As for your concept............ I am intrigued indeed. Yuri getting hot and heavy in the Cathedral is peak, so I just had to give it a go.
Side note I'm forcing myself so hard to not overthink or overwork this and just enjoy writing something quick and casual ugh. I'm so bad at this.
Yuri (FE3H) x AFAB/GN Reader
Alone in the Cathedral
NSFW 18+
No matter what Yuri has had to resort to, no matter how low he's been driven by circumstances, he has always been particular about when to bend his knee. Few aside from Sothis herself have seen him kneel, and then, typically only when he visits the Cathedral proper. Perhaps that's why he's chosen to bring you there tonight.
He'd directed you to sit on the front-most pew of the Cathedral, facing the altar and the darkened view of the heavens behind it. Then, with a rare sense of solemnity, he'd lowered to his knees before you and undressed you, leaving you exposed before him and his deity, both. Moonlight spills through the stained glass windows, glowing pale in his silky hair and the soft skin of your thighs. You wonder if it washes out the dark flush of your face as you watch him press gentle, grazing kisses up their inner curves.
"Yuri, we... we really shouldn't-"
"Shouldn't what?" he says with feigned innocence.
"We-" you bite your lower lip as his hands run up the outer contours of your legs to fondly caress your hips, "We could be caught, and it- it seems wrong..."
"No one comes here at this hour, believe me," he closes his eyes for a moment to press his lips far up your inner thigh, deeply inhaling your scent as he savors you. Then, still close enough for you to feel the brush of his lips, he adds, "As for it 'seeming wrong,' you should know that what the nobility and the Goddess deem sinful are two entirely separate categories. If you truly want to stop, I will, of course," for this, he meets your eyes, allowing you to see the sincerity of his words. It's hard to answer when his kiss and the sight of him like this have stolen both your breath and your senses. Still, you manage,
"No, I... I want this."
"Good," he says, his voice taking on a rare husky quality, "because I plan to show you my favorite way to pray."
His deft and slender fingers part your lower lips to grant his tongue access to you. You feel it hot along your already wet slit, and you utter his name in a hushed, breathy tone, still so aware of what you're risking. Yuri hums approvingly as he tastes you, then redoubles his efforts and presses firm against you. Your sharp inhale echoes around you in the vast emptiness of the Cathedral, and you feel his soft laughter in response tickling your most sensitive nerves. His hold at your hips only tightens, and soon his tongue is rolling in long, firm strokes across your clit and you're struggling to hold in your voice.
It's unusual for Yuri to be so direct, but perhaps despite his words, he is aware you shouldn't linger here needlessly. Or, to the contrary, perhaps the thrill of your transgression has him more riled up than usual. By pure instinct, your fingers begin to weave through his silky hair, desperate to keep him close as tongue flicks your clit over and over. At this, Yuri pauses, pulling away just enough to speak.
"Not tonight, darling. We're in a place of worship," his coy gaze from below sends a shiver through you, "Fold your hands in prayer and thank the Goddess properly for this pleasure."
He watches just long enough to see you obey, holding your hands at your chest in humility before Sothis. When you feel the warmth of his lips around your clit, the hot friction of his tongue against you, you whimper softly and say,
"Dear Goddess, I- Ohh..!" your legs twitch in around Yuri's head as the very tip of his tongue flutters over your clit, expertly teasing the tender spot.
"Go on," he says, voice low against you.
"I... I thank you for the gift... of pleasure," you just barely manage to form the words between your panting gasps. All the while, you're all-too aware of the need to remain quiet, no matter how Yuri's skillful tongue makes you ache. Already your thighs are trembling as he presses to you and circles your clit, nudges it rhythmically, teases your entrance. It's a host of varied and thrilling sensations, and you can't imagine how he expects you to pray like this.
"I- I... I thank you for... your generous blessings... Yuri, I-" you whine pathetically, hips grinding into him, "I can't..!"
He replies by increasing his pace, leaning into you, holding you close. You arch back against the wooden pew, just barely remembering to keep your hands clasped in prayer. Then, you feel him slide a finger- maybe two- into your tight, clenching cunt and curl them at just the right angle. All the while, his tongue is relentless, his lips firm around your throbbing clit.
"Oh-!!" you gasp, the sound echoing around you in the darkness, "Oh, Goddess! Fuck- I- Goddess, yes-!"
As you cum hard against him, you feel Yuri moan through his nose, evidently more than pleased with your worship. He urges on your climax, stroking you inside while the very tip of his tongue continues to tease your over-stimulated nerves. You breathe out his name amidst further pleas to Sothis, and gradually, gently, Yuri pulls away and presses another kiss to your inner thigh.
"Well done," he says simply.
"Wasn't... much of a prayer..." you murmur, and he chuckles.
"I don't know about that. It sounded to me like you quite earnestly offered your supplications. I've even heard it said that an encounter with the divine is one of erotic ecstasy."
In this moment, facing the altar with your limbs still weak with your release, you could believe that. Sometimes Yuri makes your body experience things that you could only describe as divine. Sometimes it seems as though you truly have ascended to something greater, something holy. As you watch him stand over you with the moonlight arching gracefully along his hair, he holds a hand out to you. Pulse pounding, you take it, and allow him to lead you toward the altar.
You whisper his name in disbelief, and he only smirks back at you in reply. Briefly, he pulls you close and brushes his lips to yours. It's a deceptively chaste kiss- the sort you've seen from the congregation at marriage ceremonies. Then, his fingers gently trail up your throat and to your chin.
CLAUDE from Fire Emblem eating his favorite victory meal.. his enemy’s wife 😌
a / n : oh we finna get NYAAASTTYYY !
claude was petty.
actually, he's beyond petty.
usually after his victories, he feels as if he deserves a good meal. something that heightens his taste buds. tickles his brain in that.. special way.
he knows it's dangerous, but he's far too sneaky to be caught— per usual. two fingers knuckle deep into his enemy's wife's cunt, tongue lapping up your juices and writing his name over your clit. you whine in your shared bed, the ghost of your husband in bed mimicked by your discarded nightgown.
"fuck, tastes so good." he hums against your clit, empty whispers of lust entering your hazed-over dome.
your fingers dance in his curls, a sharp moan exciting your lips as he thrusts his tongue into your hole— another something that he excels at, which your husband does not.
there's men running down the halls, your husband's voice ringing out— blah blah blah, battle has been lost, soldiers killed, endless blabber about things a queen like you has no business with.
your husband had banned you from work. you're more like a pet than a wife. but claude— oh, claude. he treats like the woman you were meant to be.
every victory he gets, he's opening your delicate stained windows, climbing in as if he were a thief— guilty of stealing your heart and—
"claude— by the gods, i'm gonna cum— ohh my—"
orgasms from your soul.
"shhh, pretty girl. don't want that.. husband of your's to hear us right? atta girl." he hums out, hooking his well-toned arms around your thighs and hoisting your pussy directly onto his face.
he's face-fucking himself with your cunt, drowning in your essence, pouring his soul into giving your pussy what she so desperately needs.
your back arches of the bed, eyes shut and hands dug into his dark curls, mouth open in a silent scream— it's amazing. your body is tingling, your whole body is on fire, and he's lit the flame.
getting remarried sounds great right about now.
a / n : mmm something abt claude who hates fighting, so he fights dirtier... mmm.. what an asshole..
hiii I saw that u write for fire emblem that got me SO excited!!!! can u write something for dimitri? lots of misogyny and him being really mean :3
tw: noncon, FE3H spoilers, kidnapping, black eagles!reader, abuse, misogyny, size difference, enslavement, power imbalance, mirror sex, abuse of power
All characters depicted are 18+
Dimitri is no longer the kind young man he used to be, even those outside of his inner circle know this, ever since Edelgard betrayed him in an absolutely unforgivable way, he has completely forgone showing any mercy towards her or anyone who opposes him, even those who aren't explicitly on Edelgard's side in the ongoing way, which means that Dimitri won't take kindly to any Black Eagle students he might encounter by chance in the midst battle.
The old Dimitri, the sane Dimitri, wouldn't be so quick to attack a former schoolmate, someone who he might have even once considered a friendly acquaintance or even a friend, but that version of Dimitri is dead and buried, killed by the very woman this little gnat is defending. The girl's loyalty to Edelgard is infuriating to Dimitri, his savage side wants to kill this loyal mutt where she stands, but his cold and calculated side wins out and he decides to prolong the torment.
Dimitri is the future king of Faerghus and a feared leader of a powerful faction, so he can do nearly anything he wants with little to no consequence, nobody will bat an eye when Dimitri brings in a 'prisoner' from the Adrestain Empire for him to 'interrogate' alone, even Felix, who is usually quick to antagonize the Boar King, doesn't even blink at Dimitri's incredibly out of character decision.
As soon as the doors to his vast personal chambers are closed, Dimitri's intentions towards her become clear as day, torture would have been a preferable fate compared to what he's going to do to her. She's a woman, he's a man, an important, strong, powerful man with a bone to pick, its only logical that she'd be forced to become his slave until further notice, until he gets Edelgard's head on a sphere at the very earliest.
"Filthy empire wench. Did you truly believe that you could side with that woman and get away with it? Perhaps bringing your holes to ruin will teach you some humility..."
Dimitri is savage in battle, and that will also carry over into bed, or at least it would if he deigned to fuck a filthy empire whore like her in his lavish bed, he's not going to sully his fine bedding with her mere presence, instead he'll fuck her right up against the nearest surface he can find, which just so happens to be a mirror.
He'll pound into her hard and fast, his pace and might nearly cracking the mirror, Dimitri will offer no reprieve whatsoever, one gloves hand tangled in her hair and the other gripping her hip tightly enough to draw blood as he takes all his anger out on her pussy, her breasts and face forcibly pressed against the cold glass of the mirror as his much larger, muscular body crowds her's.
Dimitri has never had sex before prior to this brutal session, he's too preoccupied with his royal duties and his revenge for such base desires, but now that he has a convenient and unwilling receptacle for his desires and his frustrations, he's starting to see why silly skirt chasers like Sylvain enjoy plundering some tight cunts so much.
Dimitri won't cum inside of her, he'll be damned if he lets some vile Adrestain harlot taint his revered bloodline with her horrid commoner blood and even more abhorrent allegiances, instead he'll cum on her, blowing his load all over her now red backside. He's disgusted with her for forcing him to waste his seed on her whorish body, but he'll have plenty of time to force her to make up for her apparent misdeeds.
"You disgust me, commoner bitch. There are plenty more worthy women out there who are far more deserving of my seed than you, and you just forced me to waste it. This won't go unpunished. On your knees."
Dimitri isn't sure whether he's going to keep her as his slave permanently, or if he's going to dispose of her once he kills Edelgard and finds a proper woman to marry. But then again, even if he does eventually marry, he might still keep her around anyway as an entertaining little house pet.
Thinking thoughts about the classic post-ts Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd scenario rn...you chip away at what little patience he has left by constantly visiting him in the chapel nearly every day since the rebellion started. And he knows you're clinging onto what you two had in the past, when he was young and foolish. You still claim to love him and he despises you for it.
And one day he just snaps when you get too close and rest your hand on his arm, insisting that you'll always love him even if he's more of a monster than a man......
He makes the decision to prove to you that he's no longer your Dimitri- to finally push you away in the most effective way he can think of............
your hands grip the bed sheets, clawing desperately against them in search of something to ground yourself. your back arched into his touch as he thrusts his fingers in and out. you toss your head from side to side, desperately crying out. Your fingers dig into the sheets so hard the fabric threatens to tear under your hands.
He brings his free hand up to brush yours, drawing your attention back to him. “if you want something to tear into,” he taunts, “I want it to be me.” your eyes shoot open in surprise, locking onto his. He slows the movement of his hand, waiting for your response.
you carefully bring your hands up to his shoulders, and he returns to his ministrations- working you open on his fingers roughly. you moan once again, and your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin. Noticing immediately, you try for an apology. “I’m sorry, i-”
But the shiver that runs through him is unmistakable- as is the way he speeds up his movements to try for the same reaction. your hands flex and nails dig into him once again, your fingers tearing at him in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure.
He lets out a soft groan against the skin of your hip, before using the opportunity to press an open mouthed kiss into your skin.
Still, the scrapes and scratches you deal out are guarded slightly, as if you're trying to avoid inflicting damage. One of your hands claws down his back, leaving reddened marks in its wake, but not breaking the skin.
His moan is desperate, and he grinds his hips against the bed. “Fuck, make it hurt.”
Been obsessed with Fire Emblem Three Houses and it's shot me back into my writing phase so be ready for a lot of thirst. So I hope y'all like me being a whore on main, also most if not all of these writings will have a gender neutral reader in mind. If asked, I can write for a fem reader, male reader and trans reader as well.
‼️TW: dragons, mating season, Seteth has two cocks, breeding, Seteth wanting to be respectful, Spoilers for Seteth and Flayn's Paralogue. Seteth may seem ooc so be aware of that. If you see any typos...no tf you don't‼️
Seteth is a personal man, a quiet man. He doesn't like to talk much about himself but will happily talk about his daughter sister, Flayn. He could go on and on about her until he catches himself, apologizes, then leaves
He likes to have a steady schedule, so when something comes up, ruining his steady, very important schedule: he's an unhappy man.
Age must be getting to him because how in the Goddess's name did he misread his mating cycle?! Normally he's so on top of it, always ensure he has ways of...relieving himself.
Seteth always feels the shame well up inside him whenever it happens. He hasn't had a partner to help him in such ways in a very, very long time.
His thoughts (and boners) are interrupted by a steady knock at his door. Its late into the evening, he's been kept inside his room for hours. Rhea is well aware of his situation and told him to take care of it before he can return to his duties.
With a shake in his, he speaks up. "W-who is there?"
"It's me-uh-can I come in?" His heart leaped into his throat. It's you. Oh, has Seiros blessed or cursed him?! His dragon instincts are calling him to answer the door, to pin you down, and take you until the sun rises.
He shakes his head wildly. He can't-he shouldn't be thinking like this. Especially about you! He needs to be rational about this! If you were to see him like this...
Seteth wouldn't know what he'd do. You knocked again. "Seteth? Are you sure you're alright? Lady Rhea said you'd be fine but you've been inside your room all day, I'm a bit worried"
It was unlike him not to be seen at Rhea's side or running errands for her. His pants ached terribly, his cocks needing-no screaming for relief. He eyes the door again, still being able to see the shadow of your body at the door.
His legs moved before his mind could make a sound decision. The door flies open, surprising the both of you. Guess he forgot how strong he gets whenever he's like this. You stared at one another with wide eyes.
"Can I come in?"
Your words are met with silence. So you asked again after a moment past, maybe you didn't speak clearly enough?
More silence.
Okay now its just getting awkward.
"..I do not think it is wise for you to be here" his words come out strained, as if hes holding something or himself back.
Now you're confused. You step closer to him. "What? Why? Seteth was going on with you? You've been avoiding me all day. If I've done something wrong-"
"You've done nothing wrong!" He takes in a sharp breath. He must steady himself. He can not lose control.
He won't allow himself to lose himself to lust like a beast
"My situation is...complicated but you need not worry yourself with me. I can handle mysel..." he trails off, your eyes are no longer on his face, there now-well-at his raging hard on that's desperately trying to escape his pants.
His face warms with embarrassment. He shouldn't- You shouldn't see him like this. "Do..do you want some help with that?" He almost choked on his own tongue. What?! you're...wanting to help him?
"I couldn't ask you to do that-"
"Seteth" your tone is firm yet gentle. "You're in distress about- this " you made a small motion at his bulge. "Let me assist you. I want to help you"
"I don't know if...I'll be able to hold myself back once we begin" his resolved was cracking. His senses were all over the place: you smelled so good.
"Then don't. Seteth is want to help you. Let me help"
"...okay. but please tell me to stop as soon as youre uncomfortable. Please"
"Of course"
That happened nearly six hours ago. Seteth had you pinned firmly down onto his bed, both cocks deep inside of your tight holes. You heard me. Two cocks. Your arms being pinned above your head, keeping you just where he needs you to be.
You've lost count of how many times you've cummed alone, much less how many times Sethe has filled you up with cum.
Your body is aching, a beautiful ache for rest, a small break even but Seteth keeps moving his hips, kissing your shoulders with croaked "im sorry" throughout.
His mind has been overtake by lust. His need to fill up every single part of you with his seed, he needs to. He has to.
It doesn't help that you cry out his name beautifully too. By the goddess, he never believed he would hear such a glorious sound. "Shhhh...I'm almost done. I promise" he said that last time but this time he really means it.
You feel his knot forming again, a pathetic whine escapes your throat. "S-seteth~"
"I know beloved. I know, just once more. Give me one more" hes almost drooling into your shoulders, his pace getting more erratic, losing its steadiness.
You let out a now all too familiar broken cry, cumming around his cock, his knots forming around your holes: locking himself deep inside you.
Teeth marks are all over your body, chest, shoulder, everywhere. A sense of pride fills his chest at sight of them: he did that. His beautiful mate. Oh. Oh.
Oh fuck.
"Seteth" your voice snaps him out of his thoughts once again. "Yes?" He pants, trying to calm himself down from another powerful orgasm.
"..we should totally do this again" your words take him by surprise. He swallows thickly.
"You mean.."
"Let's make a deal yeah? Whenever you get like this...come find me and I'll make sure you're satisfied" surely you're just saying all this because of the pleasure right?!
But the foggy, glossy look in your eyes make his knees buckle. He folds instantly. "Of course-yes of course"
You've been claimed by a dragon. And he doesn't intend on sharing you with anyone else. Once his knots die down, he'll give you some time to rest. And then, he's back for more. He's addicted to you now, he never can go back to having those pitiful wet dreams anymore. No. Not now that he has you.
