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Summary: [A relationship with a human is doomed from the start. Felix can never bring Dimitri home to his territory. Dimitri can never show Felix the world beneath the surface. Yet Dimitri remains where Felix can find him, pleasures Felix, craves Felix, loves Felix.

So why not share this with him as well?]

Mermaids need to release their eggs once a year. Though Dimitri tells Felix to let him deal with this alone, Felix makes his own plans.

Word Count: ~1600

Contains: Established relationship, Mermaid Dimitri/Human Felix, oviposition, dirty talk, outdoor sex (on a beach!), mild inflation, multiple orgasms.

My last entry for Dimilix NSFW Bingo! Ticks the boxes Non-Human, Great Outdoors, and Full of blank (in this case, eggs). Been excited to share this one! VERY different from anything I’ve ever written before but this is a practice blog after all. 

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Summary: Felix wears a lovely dress for Dimitri’s pleasure. And his own.”

Word Count: 900

Contains: Established Relationship, post-Blue Lions’ route, crossdressing, dirty talk, and hand job 

For Dimilix NSFW Bingo. Ticks the boxes Dress Up and Felix’s Hair. Could have maaaybe stretched this into a few other prompts but I decided to put my energy into tomorrow’s instalment ;)

[feisty-emblem]

Summary: [A relationship with a human is doomed from the start. Felix can never bring Dimitri home to his territory. Dimitri can never show Felix the world beneath the surface. Yet Dimitri remains where Felix can find him, pleasures Felix, craves Felix, loves Felix.

So why not share this with him as well?]

Mermaids need to release their eggs once a year. Though Dimitri tells Felix to let him deal with this alone, Felix makes his own plans.

Word Count: ~1600

Contains: Established relationship, Mermaid Dimitri/Human Felix, oviposition, dirty talk, outdoor sex (on a beach!), mild inflation, multiple orgasms.

My last entry for Dimilix NSFW Bingo! Ticks the boxes Non-Human, Great Outdoors, and Full of blank (in this case, eggs). Been excited to share this one! VERY different from anything I’ve ever written before but this is a practice blog after all. 

[feisty-emblem]

Summary: Felix wears a lovely dress for Dimitri’s pleasure. And his own.”

Word Count: 900

Contains: Established Relationship, post-Blue Lions’ route, crossdressing, dirty talk, and hand job 

For Dimilix NSFW Bingo. Ticks the boxes Dress Up and Felix’s Hair. Could have maaaybe stretched this into a few other prompts but I decided to put my energy into tomorrow’s instalment ;)

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Summary: [A relationship with a human is doomed from the start. Felix can never bring Dimitri home to his territory. Dimitri can never show Felix the world beneath the surface. Yet Dimitri remains where Felix can find him, pleasures Felix, craves Felix, loves Felix.

So why not share this with him as well?]

Mermaids need to release their eggs once a year. Though Dimitri tells Felix to let him deal with this alone, Felix makes his own plans.

Word Count: ~1600

Contains: Established relationship, Mermaid Dimitri/Human Felix, oviposition, dirty talk, outdoor sex (on a beach!), mild inflation, multiple orgasms.

My last entry for Dimilix NSFW Bingo! Ticks the boxes Non-Human, Great Outdoors, and Full of blank (in this case, eggs). Been excited to share this one! VERY different from anything I’ve ever written before but this is a practice blog after all. 

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Dimilix NSFW Bingo is back again on twitter, which mean I’m back to writing these two! 

Word Count: ~700

Contains: Post-Time Skip (Post Gronder) Blue Lion’s Route, frottage, love bites, wall sex 

Ticks off the bingo boxes Frottage and Dimitri’s thighs.

I couldn’t write for something like four months, and then I wrote these boys banging three separate times in two days?? They have me in some kind of non-sexy chokehold. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Take this warm up and get ready to see more of this ship. 

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Summary: Felix wears a lovely dress for Dimitri’s pleasure. And his own.”

Word Count: 900

Contains: Established Relationship, post-Blue Lions’ route, crossdressing, dirty talk, and hand job 

For Dimilix NSFW Bingo. Ticks the boxes Dress Up and Felix’s Hair. Could have maaaybe stretched this into a few other prompts but I decided to put my energy into tomorrow’s instalment ;)

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Summary: Felix wears a lovely dress for Dimitri's pleasure. And his own.”

Word Count: 900

Contains: Established Relationship, post-Blue Lions’ route, crossdressing, dirty talk, and hand job 

For Dimilix NSFW Bingo. Ticks the boxes Dress Up and Felix's Hair. Could have maaaybe stretched this into a few other prompts but I decided to put my energy into tomorrow’s instalment ;)

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Dimilix NSFW Bingo is back again on twitter, which mean I’m back to writing these two! 

Word Count: ~700

Contains: Post-Time Skip (Post Gronder) Blue Lion’s Route, frottage, love bites, wall sex 

Ticks off the bingo boxes Frottage and Dimitri’s thighs.

I couldn’t write for something like four months, and then I wrote these boys banging three separate times in two days?? They have me in some kind of non-sexy chokehold. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Take this warm up and get ready to see more of this ship. 

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Dimilix NSFW Bingo is back again on twitter, which mean I’m back to writing these two! 

Word Count: ~700

Contains: Post-Time Skip (Post Gronder) Blue Lion’s Route, frottage, love bites, wall sex 

Ticks off the bingo boxes Frottage and Dimitri’s thighs.

I couldn’t write for something like four months, and then I wrote these boys banging three separate times in two days?? They have me in some kind of non-sexy chokehold. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Take this warm up and get ready to see more of this ship. 

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Dimilix NSFW Bingo is back again on twitter, which mean I’m back to writing these two! 

Word Count: ~700

Contains: Post-Time Skip (Post Gronder) Blue Lion’s Route, frottage, love bites, wall sex 

Ticks off the bingo boxes Frottage and Dimitri’s thighs.

I couldn’t write for something like four months, and then I wrote these boys banging three separate times in two days?? They have me in some kind of non-sexy chokehold. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Take this warm up and get ready to see more of this ship. 

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Any ideas what ship(s) I should write next? Preferably someone I haven't used before. (Or, at least, not Hubert, Felix, or Dimitri since I've already used them twice). Replies or asks welcome.

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Something about these two demanded a sequel, and I was all too happy to provide. You can find the first part on tumblr or through the ao3 link on my pinned post. Or you can just enjoy these two getting each other off without context. Up to you!

Dimitri/Felix NSFW

Word Count: 2070~

Contains: Pre-Time Skip, masturbation, rutting, Felix’s tits, some possessiveness, and a dash of feelings.

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It’s been two weeks and Felix hasn’t been able to get that night out of his head. 

Maybe that’s normal. Maybe when your childhood friend starts touching you in his sleep, it’s normal that the memory lingers. But it’s not that simple. It never is with Dimitri.

What Felix can’t get out of his head is that he didn’t reciprocate.

Granted, given their location and Dimitri’s condition, there hadn’t exactly been time for that. Still. Felix feels like he owes Dimitri. And it’s not the kind of debt wants over his head.

Dimitri, for his part, hasn’t said a word about that night. He hasn’t said a word to Felix at all, in fact. He’s avoiding Felix and he’s not being subtle about it. He keeps the seats beside him in the dining hall occupied, exits the training grounds if he sees Felix already there, walks past Felix’s dorm door with purpose, even once began an impromptu lecture on the history of Faerghus’ farmlands for Professor Byleth just because he and Felix nearly left the classroom at the same time.

None of which bothers Felix, really, as he doesn’t want to talk to the Boar either.  

Yet Felix often finds himself laying in bed, one hand around his cock, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to relive that night. He pinches his own nipples and tries to imagine it’s still Dimitri’s hands there, that it’s Dimitri slowly pumping Felix to climax, that he’s whispering in Felix’s ear “I can’t stop touching you.”

Each time he comes to that memory, a bitterness settles over Felix soon after. He owes Dimitri. Whether the Boar cares about that or not. 

Something’s gotta give.

It’s been two weeks and Felix is once again out of bed late at night. He’s wandering the monastery, waiting to feel tired, when he hears something at the top of the steps to the sauna. The guards don’t normally patrol this area so Felix takes the steps two at a time, cursing the fact that he left his sword in his room--

It’s Dimitri. Because of course it’s Dimitri.

“Felix?” It’s the first time he’s spoken directly to Felix in two weeks and he’s doing it barely dressed. His pants hang low on his hips, belt missing, shirt undone and jacket slung over one arm. Around his neck is a towel and his hair is damp. The sauna, Felix realizes. 

Waves of heat coil off Dimitri as he steps closer. “What’s wrong? What are you doing out here so late?”

Felix means to say he could ask Dimitri the same question. Instead what comes out is, “Are you alone?”

“I am, yes.” 

He clearly means to ask something else but Felix grabs his arm before he can. “This way.”

This isn’t a conversation Felix meant to have behind the sauna but if it doesn’t happen now, it’s not happening ever, and Felix will slowly go insane.

Dimitri lets Felix pull him around the building and doesn’t say anything until Felix lets go. “Are you alright?” A drop of water falls from Dimitri’s hair and hits Felix’s wrist. Which shouldn’t send a shiver through Felix but it does.

“I owe you for that night,” Felix blurts out.

Dimitri doesn’t ask what night Felix is referring to. He just lets out a long sigh and says, “No, Felix, you don’t. You don’t even owe me forgiveness, which is why I have yet to apologize. What I did to you that night--”

“Shut up.”

“--was wrong. You were obviously just trying to check up on me--”

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

“And I-- Say what?”

“I could have stopped you at any time, idiot.” Felix hopes the darkness is thick enough to keep the red rising in his face obscured. “You were drugged and injured. If I hadn’t been... enjoying myself, I could have stopped you.”

Dimitri stares, mouth hanging open. Felix resists the reflex to punch him.”A-All the same!” Dimitri continues, taking a step back. “There is no reason for you to- to offer yourself up to me.”

With a growl, Felix grabs Dimitri by the waist and pulls him closer. Those pants slip a little lower and Felix brushes a thumb against that exposed hip. Dimitri braces himself with a hand against the wall behind Felix and shudders. “I am anyway,” Felix says. 

Dimitri is still. Then Felix gives another, smaller tug, and Dimitri finally lets their hips meet. 

He’s already half hard against Felix’s thigh and Felix wonders when that happened. Was it when he heard Felix’s offer? Or, he thinks vainly, when they met at the top of the stairs?

“F-Felix,” Dimitri managers shakily. “Are you certain about this?”

Felix bucks against him and Dimitri gasps. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Apparently that’s enough for Dimitri. He pulls back to kiss Felix, tongue entering his mouth without resistance, his other arm coming up to keep Felix boxed in, cornered against the building. Felix’s eyes have shut with the intensity of the kiss and he grapples blindly with Dimitri’s pants. They need little convincing to fall the rest of the way to pool at Dimitri’s feet.

Felix breaks the kiss because he needs to see it. He needs to burn the memory of Dimitri’s cock into his mind. Even in the low light, Felix can see Dimitri is now completely hard, the tip brushing against Felix’s still-clothed hip. He opens his legs more, letting Dimitri press further, harder, letting him all but rut against Felix. 

But Dimitri is still too gentle when he tips Felix’s chin back up for another kiss, he’s too controlled even when he groans with pleasure as their tongues meet once again. 

This time, when Felix pulls away, it’s to take Dimitri by the hair and pull him down so their eyes meet. “Dimitri.” The rutting comes to a halt at the name. “Use me.”

The change is instant.

With an obscene tearing sound, Dimitri rips off Felix’s shirt and begins to fondle his chest. It’s even better than Felix’s memory-- calloused fingers playing with his nipples, a hot mouth suckling his neck, tongue and teeth leaving behind marks Felix won’t be able to hide this time.

Panting shamelessly, Felix reaches down to cup Dimitri’s sack, raising his right leg to bring Dimitri impossibly closer. Dimitri gets the hint and holds Felix’s behind the knee.  

Felix is utterly pinned now. Cornered, back against the sauna, entirely at Dimitri’s mercy. Any other time he would be hissing insults about the Boar’s animal nature finally coming out. Instead he moans as Dimitri traces his collarbone with his tongue.

“Louder for me,” Dimitri demands with a twist to one of Felix’s nipples. Felix has no choice but to oblige, crying out as Dimitri thrusts harder against him. There’s no escaping those fingers, that mouth, that cock. Felix wonders, distantly, what it would be like to be on his knees with that cock in his mouth. What it would be like for Dimitri to use him that way instead.

He almost offers it-- but Dimitri claims his mouth and the thought is lost as Dimitri nips at his lip and drives his tongue deep. 

“You’re divine,” Dimitri murmurs between kisses. “Goddess, if you could only see yourself. Felix, tell me you’re close.”

“Yes,” Felix breathes, though in truth he’s concentrating more on Dimitri’s throbbing arousal than his own. 

“I need you to say it again, when you come. I need my name on your lips.”

The hand that had been playing with Felix’s chest leaves and he lets out a pathetic whimper he’ll regret later. Dimitri pulls down Felix’s pants and small clothes in one swift motion, then resumes thrusting into Felix, both groaning as their cocks meet. 

Why hadn’t Felix thought of this earlier? He wraps both arms around Dimitri’s neck-- the towel lay forgotten somewhere under their clothes-- and bucks against Dimitri properly now. 

But Dimitri pins his hips with one hand, drawing out another whimper at the ease with which he kept Felix controlled. “I am to use you, if I recall.” Dimitri’s voice is far lower than Felix has ever heard it. It causes him to shiver. It’s a voice he’s certain will make an appearance in many fantasies to come.

“T-Then get on with it,” Felix snaps out with false haughtiest. Dimitri chuckles and lowers his head to bite at Felix’s neck again. It’s a hard bite, possessive-- and it sets Felix’s whole body on fire. 

Dimitri’s thrusting speeds up and Felix is helpless to do anything but take it even as his lower back hits the wall behind him with force. This time he knows he couldn’t stop Dimitri even if he wanted to. The realization causes Felix’s mouth to fall open in another cry. 

A nip to his earlobe is all the warning Felix gets before Dimitri speaks. “Just like that, Felix, that’s it. Let it happen. Come for me. Say it. Say it.”

“D-Dimitri!”

Felix comes against both their stomachs. He ducks his head and lets himself float for a moment, lets his climax hit him in waves. He catches sight of his own cum dripping down Dimitri’s cock and the image burns itself into his mind.

Dimitri is still moving.

Felix’s cum allows him to slide more comfortably against Felix’s pelvis. There’s no rhythm to his rutting anymore-- he chases his own pleasure, using Felix’s body without reservation. Felix offers no resistance. His head is still foggy with orgasm but he faintly registers Dimitri’s hands back on his chest.

“How often I’ve come to the thought of you like this,” Dimitri murmurs, sounding as if he’s speaking more to himself than to Felix. “If I had only known sooner... I might have... A-Ah--!”

More cum shoots between them. Dimitri nearly makes it up Felix’s chest, something Dimitri changes when he swipes some cum with his finger and brings it to Felix’s nipple, shaking with pleasure. 

It’s almost enough to make Felix come again. 

They stay in that moment for some time, gasping for air and watching their cum mix and fall to the cobblestone. Or at least Felix does. When he looks up, he finds Dimitri watching him instead.

Gingerly, Dimitri lets go of Felix’s leg, somewhat stiff from holding that position. He steps away and Felix stoops to pick up the towel. He wipes roughly at himself before pushing the towel into Dimitri. “Now we’re even,” Felix says, pulling up his pants.

Dimitri doesn’t move, doesn’t clean himself up or attempt to dress himself. Instead he bows his head and says, “Yes. Now we are even.”

Something is wrong. Felix can’t even begin to guess what and honestly, he has enough to unpack tonight. So instead he closes the gap between them one more time and kisses Dimitri. 

It’s far softer than the ones they had traded tonight. It’s softer, even, than their time in the infirmary. Felix can feel something behind it, a kind of agreement. Though an agreement to what, he cannot say. All he knows is Dimitri needs to not look like a kicked puppy so soon after orgasm.

They part slowly. Even in the dim light, Felix can make out Dimitri’s piercing blue eyes. He can’t tell what emotion they hold, but he knows the kiss was helpful, in its own way.

“Good night,” Dimitri says against his lips.

Felix steps back, gathers the remains of his shirt, and pauses. He wants to say something that breaks up this unfamiliar air between them. But all that comes out is, “Sleep well, Dimitri.” 

Down the sauna steps, past all the first floor dorms, up the dormitory staircase, and down the hall-- Felix doesn’t see a soul. Small miracles. 

Once inside his room, he strips completely and gets into fresh night clothes before falling face first onto his bed. He feels thoroughly wrung out. Sleep is already seeping in, though he tries to fight it off a little while longer. Just long enough to hear the careful footfalls of the Boar passing by to his own room. 

Once Dimitri’s door shuts, Felix lets out a sigh, wondering which image from the last half hour will follow him into his dreams.

It’s been two weeks and Felix’s self-imposed debt is repaid. There is no reason to ever see Dimitri like that again. 

Something Felix tries not to be disappointed about as his lips continue to tingle from that last kiss.

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An installment for Hubert rarepair week day 2 (Experiments/Knives) that I actually started a while ago but was inspired to finish due to the event. Using the theme “Experiments” as a backbone gave this story the structure it needed, and I’m more than happy with how it turned out!

Hubert/Lorenz NSFW

Word Count: 1200+

Contains: Trans Lorenz (AFAB terms used), vaginal sex, post-canon but route ambiguous, catching feelings <3

((Edited 2/13; some dialogue fixes and added a few lines near the end. No major changes!))

[all nsfw pieces now have their own dedicated series on ao3]

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Five years ago, Hubert would never have thought this possible.

But as he bucked his hips up into Lorenz and Lorenz gave an answering gasp of pleasure, Hubert had to admit this was, indeed, possible.

Keep reading

[feisty-emblem]

An installment for Hubert rarepair week day 2 (Experiments/Knives) that I actually started a while ago but was inspired to finish due to the event. Using the theme “Experiments” as a backbone gave this story the structure it needed, and I’m more than happy with how it turned out!

Hubert/Lorenz NSFW

Word Count: 1200+

Contains: Trans Lorenz (AFAB terms used), vaginal sex, post-canon but route ambiguous, catching feelings <3

((Edited 2/13; some dialogue fixes and added a few lines near the end. No major changes!))

[all nsfw pieces now have their own dedicated series on ao3]

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Five years ago, Hubert would never have thought this possible.

But as he bucked his hips up into Lorenz and Lorenz gave an answering gasp of pleasure, Hubert had to admit this was, indeed, possible.

Lavender hair stuck to Lorenz’s forehead. His mouth, seemingly permanently open in ecstasy, had caught a few strands as well, though Lorenz either hadn’t noticed or no longer cared. Hubert couldn’t blame him. His own hair was probably just as disheveled, sweaty and mussed from when Lorenz had held him down for a kiss at the start of this.

Lorenz rode Hubert’s cock expertly. His cavalier thighs bracketed Hubert’s waist as he alternated between taking Hubert’s thrusts and setting the pace himself. What had previously been flawless pale skin around Lorenz’s small beasts was now marred by a ring of bite marks, turning redder and redder as Hubert nipped at them.

This was hardly the first time they had ended up in this situation, though every time they fucked caught Hubert by surprise. Tonight was no exception. It felt as if one moment, Hubert had been at the banquet, speaking politely with Lorenz as Lady Edelgard made conversation with other visiting Alliance dignitaries-- and the next moment he was opening his bedroom door with one hand and fumbling with Lorenz’s belt with the other. 

The pleasure was mounting. Hubert’s hand drifted down to Lorenz’s waist, once again thrusting inside him. “Can you... come like this?” He panted even as he began trailing his fingers over Lorenz’s clit.

Lorenz snorted, batting Hubert’s hand away to rub himself instead. “If you cease p-prattling, perhaps.”

“I am simply being courteous.”  

Hubert leaned up on one hand in an effort to meet Lorenz’s mouth. He tangled his other in Lorenz’s hair and pulled him down the rest of the way, greedily taking in Lorenz’s groans, dominating his mouth while Lorenz pleasured himself and bounced on Hubert’s cock. 

After a year of these little meetings, Hubert liked to think he had a decent grasp on what Lorenz liked. He tugged on Lorenz’s hair just this side of rough, eliciting a gasp that Hubert answered with thrusts into Lorenz’s cunt, the bed creaking obscenely with every movement. Lorenz pulled back from the kiss with another groan so Hubert busied himself with sucking along Lorenz’s collarbone.  

The first time they had done this-- against the desk in Lorenz’s study while Ferdinand and Lady Edelgard met with Count Gloucester a few doors down-- Lorenz had protested Hubert leaving marks so close to his neck. Too high a chance of someone noticing them. Hubert hadn’t cared then and he didn’t care now, leaving welts across Lorenz’s skin with teeth and tongue. 

“Will you s-stop that!” Lorenz pushed Hubert back by the shoulders, pinning him to the bed. He rode Hubert with intent now, rolling his hips and taking Hubert deeply, one hand back on his clit. More arousing than anything else was watching Lorenz take his pleasure this way. Using Hubert as a means to an end. Hubert let him, content to take a breast in hand and pinch the nipple. Reveling in the noises Lorenz made as he reached his peak. 

With his other hand, Hubert found himself tucking Lorenz’s hair behind his ear, lingering to cup his cheek. Lorenz met his gaze. And Hubert found him absolutely beautiful.  

Lorenz was trembling. “Say it again,” he breathed.

Hubert hadn’t meant to speak aloud but there was no taking the words back. “You’re absolutely beautiful,” Hubert said.

Lorenz came like that, turning his face into Hubert’s palm in an attempt to quiet his cries. The sight of Lorenz coming undone above him, gasping and shaking on Hubert’s cock, drove Hubert over the edge as well. He might have moaned Lorenz’s name as he came, or he might simply have repeated “Beautiful” over and over.

After several long, breathless moments, Lorenz lifted himself off Hubert. Cum dripped from his folds and Hubert couldn’t help but stare, transfixed. Perhaps prideful. But his view was obscured as Lorenz straddled Hubert’s mid-drift, leaned down, and kissed him. 

This kiss was slow. Purposeful. Hubert closed his eyes and cupped Lorenz’s face with both hands. He knew what came next-- Lorenz would redress, produce a comb from somewhere to set his hair to rights, and thank Hubert for his time before making an elegant exit. 

But something was different. Lorenz kissed Hubert, not in the heat of the moment, but deliberately. Lips achingly laggard over Hubert’s. 

When at last he drew back, Lorenz flopped beside Hubert, pushing aside his sweaty hair and saying, in an almost business-like tone, “Well. I trust you enjoyed yourself?”

“Indeed.” Hubert turned on his side to face Lorenz. “Unfortunately, our absence will have been noticed down stairs by now.”

“Meaning that if we go back, we will encounter probing questions.”

“Likely, yes.”

Lorenz sighed. “Nothing for it, I suppose. We shall have to retire for the evening.”

With a hum of agreement, Hubert sat up. Their clothes were scattered around the room-- Hubert’s vest lay atop Lorenz’s pants and their boots had been kicked carelessly towards the armoire. 

“I can help you find your things,” Hubert offered. 

Lorenz had yet to move. He lay staring at the ceiling, fingers absently rubbing his forehead. “Hubert,” he began suddenly as if Hubert had not spoken, “would you help me with an... experiment of sorts?”

Normally there was no second round, and Lorenz’s wording didn’t lend itself to that suggestion. Hubert ran a hand up and down Lorenz’s shin to get his attention. “What did you have in mind?” Hubert asked when Lorenz looked at him. Even then, Hubert did not stop his ministrations. Lorenz still felt warm from before, his skin smooth and inviting, irresistible to Hubert’s hands.

“I would like to see what would happen if I stayed the night,” Lorenz stated.

What indeed. Hubert traced small circles into Lorenz’s ankle and thought it over. The palace servants would talk if they caught sight of Lorenz sneaking from Hubert’s rooms in the morning. Then again, if Lorenz left now, they would talk anyway. “Interesting proposal,” Hubert finally settled on. 

“Well?”

“Yes.” Hubert squeezed his ankle. “I will help you with this experiment.”  

“Excellent.” Lorenz sat up and made for the washroom, leaving Hubert to strip away the top bed sheet, all the while pushing away any budding regret at agreeing so easily. The word ‘experiment’ implied this would be the exception rather than the rule. Hubert was unsure how he felt about that.

Lorenz returned a short time later and ignored the clothes Hubert had gathered up, slipping into bed still nude. Hubert, after a beat’s hesitation, followed his lead.

They were officially in uncharted territory. Even when they fucked in Lorenz’s rooms in Gloucester, Lorenz would leave to bathe and comment that surely Hubert knew the way back to his guest quarters. Hubert had never wondered what would have happened if he had stayed put in Lorenz’s bed-- but he wondered now.  

Eventually they settled. Lorenz lay on his side but stretched out his legs to touch Hubert’s. “Good night,” Lorenz said, casting his eyes over his shoulder. Not his most subtle gesture. 

Holding back a chuckle, Hubert wrapped his arms around Lorenz’s waist and pulled him to his chest. It was tempting to let his fingers slip down and dip into Lorenz’s folds. Feel where Lorenz was slick and warm. 

But instead, Hubert kissed behind Lorenz’s ear. “Good night.” 

If this “experiment” went well, there would be other nights to make Lorenz writhe under his fingers. To bask in more slow kisses. To look into those violet eyes and feel something in his chest soften.

Tonight, Hubert was content to hold Lorenz close, finding a different kind of pleasure in the fact that he would still be there come morning. 

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Tonight we hear from two ladies I hold near and dear. The married life is going well for Ingrid and Dorothea– but both are working hard towards their goals. Tonight, Ingrid intends to do a little spoiling ;)

Dorogrid NSFW

Word Count: 650+

Contains: Post-Canon (no specific route), oral sex, fingering, some overstimulation

[all nsfw piece now have their own dedicated series on ao3]

Keep reading

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Tonight we hear from two ladies I hold near and dear. The married life is going well for Ingrid and Dorothea-- but both are working hard towards their goals. Tonight, Ingrid intends to do a little spoiling ;)

Dorogrid NSFW

Word Count: 650+

Contains: Post-Canon (no specific route), oral sex, fingering, some overstimulation

[all nsfw pieces now have their own dedicated series on ao3]

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Gasping, Dorothea falls back onto bed, hair spilling over the pillow as her back arches. Little whimpers leave her as Ingrid continues to suckle her clit through her orgasm. There is a moment where Dorothea’s world is only the wet pressure of Ingrid’s tongue, the heat of Ingrid’s breath between her thighs, the sure hold keeping her legs spread wide for her wife.

Then Dorothea lets out a shaky sigh and the rest of the world returns. With a pleased hum, she reaches down to tangle her fingers in Ingrid’s blonde locks. “Your turn, my dear.” She gives a weak tug.

But Ingrid doesn’t let up. She effortlessly slips a finger inside Dorothea, dropping kisses and nips along her inner thigh. Dorothea’s grip on Ingrid’s hair tightens and she shudders. Still sensitive from her first orgasm, she reflexively tries to close her legs-- but Ingrid keeps them open, keeps crooking her finger into that sweet spot, keeps making Dorothea’s hips jump.

“I-Ingrid, what about--�� Dorothea bites her lips to stop herself making more obscene sounds as Ingrid’s mouth returns to her clit. “Ah, what about you?” She tugs on Ingrid’s hair again, a bit harder than she means to. 

Ingrid ignores her. Adds a second finger. Briefly makes Dorothea forget why she’s protesting. 

In an attempt to regain her wits, Dorothea reaches out with both hands now and pulls Ingrid back with all the strength she has left. “If y-you continue this, I may not have enough wherewithal to reciprocate.”

Ingrid wipes her chin. “I’m fine with that.”

“That’s not how we do things.” Dorothea pulls a little more, guiding Ingrid up to kiss her chin. The taste of her own juices lingers. “It’s my turn to pleasure you. Let me.”

Shaking her head, Ingrid begins pumping her fingers in Dorothea. The pace is slow but Dorothea still squirms with overestimation. “You deserve to be spoiled,” Ingrid says.

Dorothea hums a laugh. “Do I now? And you don’t?”

“Not tonight. Tonight is about you.”

“And why is that?”

Ingrid kisses the corner of her mouth. “You’re been so busy,” a kiss under her ear, “starting the Arnault Opera Company up here,” a nip to her earlobe, “and you deserve a reward.” She crooks her fingers again and, if Dorothea hadn’t thrown her head back in a moan, she might have caught Ingrid’s prideful smirk. 

“I-If you’re sure,” Dorothea manages. As those fingers work inside her, Dorothea finds it difficult to refuse Ingrid’s offer again. There would be other nights to spoil her wife in turn. 

“I’m sure.” Ingrid kisses down her neck before moving to lay between her legs again.

Dorothea leans up on her elbows. “If I may make a request, dear knight?”

“Anything.”

The word sends a shiver through Dorothea. “Can we take this to the bath? Comfortable as I am, I do need to clean up from today.”

Ingrid removes her fingers and takes Dorothea’s hand, kissing the back of it. “As my lady wishes.”

On impulse, Dorothea takes Ingrid by the wrist, raises her hand to her mouth, and sucks on those two fingers. Ingrid’s eyes dilate as Dorothea runs her tongue along lance-given calluses and well-trimmed nails. If Dorothea has been busy opening an opera company in Faerghus, Ingrid has been twice busy with her duties to the crown. Really-- in all fairness, Dorothea should be the one doing the spoiling.

But tonight, Dorothea lets go with a pop, smiling cheekily. “There. All nice and clean, as I shall soon be.”

Ingrid chuckles before shuffling to the edge of the bed and getting to her feet. In one smooth motion, she hooks an arm under Dorothea’s legs, one behind her shoulders, and hoists her up. 

Laughing, Dorothea wraps her arms around Ingrid’s neck. Warm water and warm wife. A lovely way to finish an evening. As Ingrid carries Dorothea out of the bedroom, Dorothea peppers her neck and chin with kisses, and looks forward to a wonderful treat.