you used to only belong to grima, before robin showed up. grima can't say he was exactly thrilled that his ‘doppelgänger’ was interested in you as well. but then again, it could've been worse if it was someone else…
grima is a very possessive lover and he barely even tolerates robin, only because he sees the same darkness within him. the potential to love you obsessingly, the way grima does
grima would literally burn down the world for you, while robin would save the world for you! their ideals and morals are both so different and yet so similar
robin is less possessive than grima, at least at first. but the more time they spend together, the more grima's behaviour rubs off on robin. but so does robin's behaviour on grima…
grima isn't as cruel as he used to be before meeting robin. his touches become more gentle and he tolerates other people, like your friends and family, slightly more. but just slightly!
robin is the more affectionate one of the two, but even grima craves your touch and warmth at times!
Anymore will be added once hyperfixations hits them.
(Characters like Yuta, Stone, and Leo will not have NSFW, semi-suggestive is fine and will only be done lightly but other than that is a hard no)
(You can also request characters form said franchises, however these are the ones I know the best)
That was the first sentence Grima had ever directed at you, which you replied to by narrowing your eyes at him as shining gold clashed with blazing red. You’d think that seeing as you both were Fell Dragons there would be a certain kinship between you despite coming from completely different worlds.
Sadly, you didn’t expect how surly and simply aggravating he was to be with when you only wanted to form a friendship with him.
With a huff, your great wings appeared from your back and flew you away from the irritable god, intending to play with the dragon children instead or even enjoy a cup of tea with Corrin & Kamui.
Grima’s crimson eyes glowed in the dark as he stared at your receding back, a faint tugging sensation in his chest making itself known the moment you were a fair distance away from him.
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“You are a curious one...You willingly come to chat with me? The fell dragon? Alone?”
“Listen here, mister. In case you haven’t noticed or gotten the memo yet...I’M A FELL DRAGON TOO!”
In your anger, you stepped right up to Grima until your face was but centimeters away from his, albeit you were a bit on the shorter side but your confidence and projection made you all the more taller.
The surly sorcerer surprisingly didn’t feel that your words or tone was disrespectful, nor did he feel irritated at how closely you stood before him as if you were equals. Rather, he felt quite...intrigued.
He normally had no qualms about sending anyone who irritated him a severe beatdown or even death if he was feeling merciful, but you? The silver-haired male couldn’t help but find your actions quite...endearing if he was being honest with himself.
You bare your claws and fangs at him as if to intimidate him, but your actions proved otherwise. The fact that you always rebuked him for his “ mistakes ” only to still look back aggrievedly as if waiting for him to coax you always left him feeling VERY bemused.
Why, you were like fledgeling clumsily trying to attract a mate by acting coquettish without even knowing what your actions were suggesting!
“Be careful with your words and actions, girl. Lest someone take them as an invitation for something more.”
And he left just like that, leaving you utterly bewildered by his cryptic riddles.
“What is this man raving about again…”
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“Will you be my mate and bear my young or must you continue this game of chase with me? Bear in mind the fact that regardless of your answer...I will have you whimpering beneath me and crying for my seed in your womb,” the male dragon growled in your ear, a delighted shiver travelling down your spine as fluids shamefully collected at your untouched lower lips.
The both of you were away from Askr’s castle, in a secluded cave ways away from any hero, enemy, or even civilian who might stumble into it by chance. Piles of fur meticulously cleaned laid on the cold, hard ground and providing comfort and warmth from the abrasive floor.
Yet, their warmth was nothing compared to the large, strong, and practically burning hot body that caged your own against the mass of furs. However, the hottest part was the groin that unashamedly rubbed and ground itself against your soft buttocks. Even within the confines of his trousers, Grima’s cock stood tall and proud as it tented against the fabric, caressing your cunt and further ruining the once pristine pair of panties you wore. The fabric had already turned transparent with how much juices leaked out of your lewd pussy, a fact that the damned god took great pleasure in.
“Look at how much slick you drip just from this alone and tell me...does it not please you to mate with the only male of our kind? I see how you care for the whelps within the Order and thought...would it not be better to have hatchlings of our own for you to mother?”
As you ponder dazedly over his words, he takes the time to lick and nibble at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Biting at the area teasingly as he continued his ministrations, letting you feel the sweltering heat of his hard cock as he humped your pussy from behind, ready to mount you at a moment’s notice but refraining from taking that final step.
“I’ll be good to you, on my honor as a Fell Dragon. I will provide and care for you as a mate should and that extends to all children that will be born from our union. Never shall I stray and forever we shall stay together.”
“...Grima, please…”
The sound of a dragon’s roar echoed through the cave and resounded through the kingdom, alerting both citizens and the Order alike, but no one could find the source.
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It was only until three days later that you and your new husband/mate reappeared before the shocked eyes of the heroes. A proud mark shone on your neck, looking less like a bite mark and more like a tattoo as it shone a bright red whereas Grima’s which shone like gold on his left collarbone above where his heart should be was hidden beneath his cloak.
No one made a comment about your abrupt disappearance and return together. Nor did they attempt to inquire about the slight roundness of your belly, too afraid to earn Grima’s ire which was all too easy to do and usually resulted into a none too pretty sight.
Judging by the way the Fell Dragon menacingly hovered over you, it was within the best interests of everyone not to ask any questions.
Edelgard’s nerves are tempting her to retreat. Only for her pride to demand she stays and drives forward. She’s fought in battlefields with near impossible odds against her at every move, and yet... she finds you far more daunting. Not you as an individual, you as the influence you have on her. No one makes her heart stir so great, or for her to hesitate so much. She knows now is the moment, now that you’re both alone, close together as the sun starts to set. It’s when you look at her, waiting, that she finally rallies up the courage to lean across and press her lips to yours.
You should be grateful. Grima can take as they please, knowing a life of great offerings for every whim they could have prior to being summoned to your cause. And yet they are ever patient with you, as it’s clear by how many heroes clamor for shreds of your time that your affection has some merit to it. For a human that it is. But their patience has grown thin, you’re skittish. Letting something as worthless as embarrassment get in the way when they finally seem to get close enough. “Human, come here.” Not this time, they have you to themselves. And when you do come close, you’re being pulled into their lap, a heated kiss only a starting point for the affection they plan on claiming from you.
It should be easy, all Inigo needs to do is ask if he can kiss you. How hard could it be? He can practically tell you anything, from bad jokes which if they don’t make you laugh you at least smile, to whatever is bothering him at the time and when he does you’re always sympathetic. But as he looks between you, your lips and the vacant space behind you, he realises it is in fact quite difficult to ask you such a thing. He’s considering making a quick escape when you start to pout at him. “You know for someone who talks a big game, I’m disappointed that you haven’t asked to kiss me yet.” He sputters an excuse that he was just about to do that, you don’t seem convinced but he doesn’t let it stop him from finally asking you the question. When you say yes, he wastes no time to make his move, all his nerves from earlier spilling away as he kisses you.
Alfonse isn’t normally so forward. It seems that whenever you’re involved impulsiveness becomes an apparent trait in him, to the point that at times his own actions surprise himself. It was coincidental running into you so late, however a moment where it’s just you and him is rare, an opportunity he quickly snatches by asking you to walk with him. You’ve both paused, noting how bright the moon is and as he stares at you, he finds that it’s light behind you has formed a halo. He’s in awe as he reaches out and presses a hand to your face, only becoming aware of his actions after he does so. A silence falls over you both, waiting for a reaction or action from the other. He decides, that since he’s already come this far, to close the gap between you, eventually causing his lips to meet against yours.
chell level w me for a min . grima fell king chrom dp
I'LL LEVEL WITH U WHILE THESE EVIL BICHES LEVEL UR HOLES
Focuses on a female reader~
🔞 Warning: contains themes of unhealthy possessive behavior, dub-con, and breeding/impregnation! 🔞
"If conquest of the land is within sight, surely the next step for a king would be to bear an heir, no?"
It was a question that Grima posed to Chrom--lips curled into a devious smirk, his voice husky and sinister.
For his inquiry was actually meant to be a teasing threat directed at you.
After all, you were trapped.
Stuck in the middle between both Grima and Chrom, stuffed full with both of their cocks while they continued to ravage you mercilessly.
The former--whose villainy was known from the beginning--took much pleasure in your feeble whines as he continued to spear the full length of his dick into your ass and mark your neck with his fanged teeth.
As for the latter, he commanded a possessive grip on your hips while he proceeded on with slamming into your core. His eyes--at once an ocean blue--were now a deep crimson, gazing at you not as one would affectionately do their love, but as a mere object for him to claim and own.
It was his descent into darkness that made for a heartbreaking plummet for you to bear witness, and was was why you dared to brave the path to the lair where he had gone to conspire with the Fell Dragon to rebel against the Order of Heroes.
Against you.
Chrom let out a grunt as he reinforced his hold on your hips, sparing not a moment more to quicken the already vigorous pace he was pounding into your core by. His darkened eyes staring right into yours, he declared, "The Fell Army will need capable heirs to lead us to our rightful victory. Your body, your womb, your future--all will be in service to our will."
While you were left to grab onto his shoulders helplessly, your heart torn and your body overwhelmed, Grima let out a delighted cackle as he eagerly joined in thrusting into you even harder as well.
"Oh, how I long for the day when those fools at the Order of Heroes finally arrive for your rescue, Summoner! Their beacon of hope now reduced to a pitiful whore whose only purpose is to be bred and bear heirs!"
His gloved hand trailed to the back of your head as he pushed you forward, making your lips slam right onto Chrom's. He soon brought his lips to your ear as he chanted hauntingly,
"So break for us now! Break for us! Break for us! Break for us!"
You shuddered, your body trembling as you braced for yet another orgasm.
How desperately you tried to cling to hope as it quickly slipped through your fingers.
Soon, you would have no other choice but to cling onto these heartless men instead.
Chrom: not sfw; All Tied Up, “Is it so wrong to want you to only smile at me? It feels weong but I can’t help but feel that way.”, the summoner is a single mother to a 3 yr old girl and Chrom cannot help but have huge dad energy,
Cordelia: trans Cordelia, not sfw; first time together,
Gangrel: first fic I ever posted on this blog!, sometimes Sydney can write things for herself. as a treat, Vengeance; a 10k oneshot about how much I love Gangrel,
Grima: sometimes a dragon can be soft, “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”, your love is enough for me, Chimerical, “Next time they touch what’s mine I’ll rip their fucking arms off.”, Teaching Traditions,
Priam: cute early mornings,
Robin: “You told me you love me you can’t take that back“,
Weird idea but F!Grima with a frail s/o who's an unusually good dark mage?
Okay, this kind of wound up being more like “Grima trying to be subtle about a crush on a frail and talented dark mage,” but I hope you still enjoy!
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Grima stares at you as you train. You can feel her eyes burning holes in the back of your head. If she wanted to kill you, she would have already, wouldn’t she? You turn to face her, your eyes meeting. You don’t see any more malice than is typical of her... But her staring still feels so unnerving.
“What is your ailment, worm?”
Her voice is so intense you take a second to hear her.
“O-oh, well... I’m just a bit weak, physically. My body is more fragile than others in the army.” You don’t get into specifics, as it seems you’ve explained enough for Grima to be satisfied.
“Your magic is powerful. Powerful enough to hold onto.”
“Oh? What do you-”
“Your one of the most powerful in this army. Perhaps I shall spare you. You have potential.” Grima glares at your wide, shocked eyes. “You’re still just a worm to me, don’t confuse yourself. Just one that may be useful.” It’s still the most affectionate thing you’ve heard her say.
She starts spending more time around you after that, mostly watching you from a short distance. Part of you wonders if she’s looking out for you- after all, any close calls for injury have been prevented by a certain dragon’s tail as of late.
Grima starts sitting with you during meals, watching you as you eat. You aren’t totally sure why, but she seems to get annoyed if you don’t eat enough.
“Grima, do you-?”
“Quiet, mortal. Don’t waste your energy speaking.” You’re fairly certain that’s her version of affectionately telling you to stay healthy. You choose to take it that way, at least. After a brief silence, Grima speaks again. “Are these worms providing for their kin, mortal?” Upon seeing your confused expression, she growls. “You are a weakling physically. Do these worms know to protect such a frail body?”
“They do, yes.” You’re not sure how Grima is managing to keep her intensity up while she asks about your well being.
“Good.”
If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t jump to calling this affection, but... You’ve never seen Grima care about a human. Even the emotional ties in the back of her mind leftover from Robin don’t cause her to behave this way.
You enjoy the thought that it’s affection.
Male Grima x Female Reader Smut? (Maybe Grima has took over Ylisse, and made the female reader his personal slave toy?)
Prey (Grima x Reader) (SMUT)
a/n: i hope you enjoy the fic! :)
summary: it’s the request, nothing more lmao
tags: This could honestly be triggering, don't read unless you're sure, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, degradation, reader isn’t Robin, reader is a shepherd, female reader, forced kissing, disassociation, breeding kink, hair pulling, Grima's pronouns change between it/him.
This was what you had to do... That was all you think to remind yourself.
This plan gives your friends time to plan the battle ahead and you keep it distracted.
Grima was the 'it', in question, it wasn't mortal, you wouldn't give it humanization it wanted from you. Or maybe it didn't really care all too much. You honestly weren't sure but you wouldn't stress yourself over it too much.
You watch as it begins to shed the clothes on its form. It resembles Robin enough to where you can almost forget that you're in the hands of a monster. Until you remember.
He is soon completely naked as he flashes a glint of deviousness in his eyes, directly at you.
Naga better thank you personally for this...
He grabs you by the back of your hair as he forces you onto your knees and eye to eye with his cock, you stare at it nervously, it was larger than most of the others you'd ever faced in a situation like this.
You open your mouth as widely as you can and let him thrust into your throat, he holds your head and forces his length to stay in the back of your throat, he suddenly lets go of you and allows you to regain some of your breath as you cough and sputter out for air.
You feel his hands on your clothing as he rips it and the armor with it off without any form of mercy. You stare at the monster once more... He's a monster... It's a monster. It gives you an unflinching smirk and begins to laugh cruelly at you, lying beneath it.
"You're so fucking pathetic, even for a human... It's kind of charming."
You look at him angrily, you consider spitting on him but decide against it to survive this encounter.
"Humans aren't as pathetic as you think..."
"Did I tell you that you could speak, bitch?"
You shut your mouth quickly, forcing him to laugh as he suddenly grasps at your hips and forces himself into you. You face him as he fucks into your body mechanically, nothing for you, just sex. He traps your body against the floor, allowing you no room for movement, he kisses you haughtily, just to prove that for now, he owns you.
You stare just past him at the ceiling, it's a deep black, darker than any shade you've ever seen of the color, the room is nicely decorated, you stare at the intricate designs on the wall, you feel Grima's thrust begin to falter, he must be close.
"You will... You will carry the next seed of the fell dragon, pathetic whore!"
You hear him say that, but simply continue to stare at the wall, golden tracings surrounded by purple, all of these are the colors of the Plegian Empire and the Grimleal in general. You are suddenly brought back into reality when Grima spills his seed inside of your womb.
He heaves in a way that is almost human as he holds his cock inside of you for a few moments more, just to prove a point, until suddenly, he begins to disappear into thin air with groans of pain... The shepherds' must have won.
