#fe3h reader insert

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arranged marriage (Edelgard)

Assuming your marriage was arranged from birth, I imagine she begins to fall for you when you’re fairly young, most likely before the officers academy. Maybe even before she acquired her second crest. 

El is mostly indifferent to an arranged marriage. It’s not that she doesn't care, just that she is able to follow your lead. If you want to court properly, she will. If you’d rather just pretend it’s not happening, she’ll follow suit as well. 

Edelgard is probably one who has a fairly easy time falling for you despite the circumstances. She understands it’s not ideal, but her grounded and realistic nature makes her accepting of the fact that you are in her life to stay, no matter how that came to be. 

She isn't such a hopeless romantic, she knows political marriages aren't based on romance or love or desire, that this marriage is only for political benefit. 

But when she’s with you, she feels her heartbeat pound and her cheeks flush. Your smile lights up her whole day. She finds herself looking forward to the time she spends with you. You bring out a softer side of her. 

If you do decide to pursue romance with her, she’s overjoyed. As time progresses and you stay by her side, you’ll get to see a softer, less guarded side of her. 

If you decide that you aren't interested in a romance with her, she will remain at your side, even if it hurts her. She wonders why you seem so opposed to marrying her? A lack of attraction? Unhappiness with the circumstances? 

No matter what, she tries to make your life a happy one. She sees to it that all of your wants and needs are met, and that you are as happy as you can be with her. 

[the-fab-fox]

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[rain-and-a-nice-nap]

Hello! This is a continuation on the childhood au, but you could probably just read it on its own if you wanted. I’ll probably make a part two at some point. It’s kinda edited, kinda proof read, gender neutral and shouldn’t have reader physical descriptions. Wasn’t meant to be this long, but I initially wrote it wonky so I’m splitting it into parts. 2,666 words, please let me know if you have constructive criticism lmao I don’t do a lot of creative writing.

It started with a bump.

You were getting your lunch in the dining hall, planning to go sit with your Blue Lions afterward. Filled with anticipation for the delicious-smelling food that you were piling onto your plate, you had no awareness of your surroundings.

Behind you was a group from the Golden Deer house. If you were listening you would hear that they had just begun bickering about which food on the menu today was healthier. But you hadn’t, you were unaware. Focused on other things.

Unlike you, however, was a green-eyed boy who had been dying to talk to you standing just a few steps away, at the head of the group. He was always aware of his surroundings and the way he expressed his every thought, more than most would give him credit for.

“No, no. The beast meat Teppanyaki is surely better for bulk than anything that you were suggesting! Though I can’t deny that the flavor is quite good.” It was a polite argument, to be sure. It was mostly between Leonie and Raphael, though Claude couldn’t be sure which had spoken, now that he was setting his plan in motion.

“Woah, Woah,” he chuckled, deliberately taking steps backward as he was speaking, “Now, I feel like-!” He cut himself off with a gasp, as he pulled a little too good of a fake trip, now actually teetering backward into you.

You had felt a shoulder hit yours and spun around and caught him just in time, your face showing genuine surprise, and his face lightly mirroring yours. Luckily, you had just set down your plate so you could grab a glass of water and some silverware and had free hands.

“Hey, thanks, stranger!” Your attention re-focused on the smirk that your dear friend replaced his shock with.

Helping him stand straight once again, you huffed a light chuckle, practically choking on your emotions. You caught on to what was going on and took a moment before neutralizing yourself and your facial expression, despite the emotions running through you at seeing your friend so close.

“Sure! You’re the golden deer house leader, right? I think I saw you at the practice battle just last week.” You said, desperate to form a connection again, “with your talent with the bow, and your professor's undeniable tactical skill, you might be quite the challenge at the battle of the eagle and lion!”

This caught the full attention of his friends, who had been watching the interaction as soon as their house leader had fallen onto you. Leonie perked up as she figured out where she had recognized you, almost pushing past Claude.

“That’s where I recognize you! Y’know, you were pretty good yourself! You were also there for the bandit fight on that excursion!“ She remarked excitedly, retelling how she watched you hold your ground amidst the bandits before most of them tailed the house leaders. She began to recall how surprised she was to hear that they had been rescued by Jeralt and their newly dear professor.

With the “oohs” and “aahs” of the other group members and the telling of their own stories, you were invited to join them for dinner. Claude sat in front of you, the gleam in his eye ever twinkling as he winked at you, and tapped your boot with his own under the table. Both of you are overjoyed to see each other again, both pretending the joy is coming from the conversation at hand.

Then a hug.

One of the things that you and Claude did for years was take a nap together. Sometimes that was just how he would get his sleep in. Occasionally you would have sleepovers so that he would get a full night's rest on the rough days. Even if you weren’t together napping, just knowing that you were within walking distance had always helped to ease his mind when he needed it to.

Another one of your things was goofy hugs. This started at the beginning of your friendship and was one of the ways that Claude could subtly make sure you still wanted him there. You had run into each other in a corridor and he had an odd smile on his face, one that you now know means he wants something. It was a silly hug, one that you barked a laugh during before you both headed off in your respective directions to perform your palace chores.

It had been a few days since the group dinner, in which you would run into some of them and share a greeting. One of those folks is Claude. On this particular day, you were going opposite ways in the courtyard.

The gold of his cape caught your eye as you turned into the courtyard. Holding back the depth of your joy, you gave him a smile and a wave. One that he returned with glittering eyes and his odd smile.

“What do you want?” You laughed stopping in front of each other. He shared your laugh as he opened his arms to you, knowing that he would be welcomed by yours.

“How dare you accuse me,” he said in jest, “a friend can’t just stop and say hello to another?” You barked a laugh and gave in, walking further towards him and embracing him with a tight hug.

“Not when you make faces like that, Goldie.” He scoffed at the name and began to squeeze you. Now he had you.

He let out a huff as he picked you up and spun you around. You had more muscle than last you met that was for sure, he made a note to lift more in his time here.

You weren’t expecting him to do that and yelped, hands flying to his shoulders and eyes wide as he spun you. He hadn’t been expecting you to do that either and began to laugh as he set you down, laughter getting stronger by the second.

The few students that were in the courtyard had their interest piqued by the sound of howling laughter. If they turned and looked, they saw a deer folding over in laughter and the flustered lion he was depending on for stability staving off the urge to laugh too.

—

People who often spent their days at Garreg Mach might have noted seeing their very own golden deer and a blue lion around the academy together from time to time. Not always, as they were their own people, but enough to shake their heads and laugh at their antics. “These two couldn’t have known each other for more than a few months, but it seems like it could’ve been years!” They would joke.

Of course, you had, but they didn’t need to know that. Now that you’d built a reputation as infamous goofballs together, and your respective identities apart, you could begin being closer. First, there was spending late nights studying at the library, then moving the studying outdoors and getting back to having your forest naps together. Finally, it was lounging around in each other’s rooms turned into occasional secret sleepovers.

Sometimes, Claude goes to your room. While he wishes you were there too, sometimes you are not. In those times he clings to the comfort of your smell, and how it reminds him of home, and all the good outcomes of his goals. He thinks about how he has someone who truly knows him and what he wants and who supports him still. Wants to be there for him. Still thinks that he’s a good person. He thinks about how maybe some of those traits are showing up in the likes of the professor as well, and he feels less alone.

On this day, that very professor gave their golden deer a task. The professor had begun to look towards the blue lion house for recruitment. While they already had recruited a few, their sights were set on you. You were, after all, quite the combat talent. Typically, our dear professor would invite you to lunch, but today they wanted tea and you were nowhere to be found. Usually, this is all good and fine, but the professor wanted to ask if you would assist the Golden Deer for the month.

It was the weekend before the new month and Claude planned to nap for quite a bit of it. He finished his breakfast and stretched as he made his way to the dorms when the professor put him up to the task. So, he sauntered over to your dorm and flopped onto your bed, ready to nap until you got here and pretending his stomach didn’t flip when his favorite smell reached him. It was an efficient plan, really.

Until he started having a dream with you in it.

————-

Originally, you weren't supposed to even be in Fodlan. You were to see him again when his mission to unite Fodlan and Almyra bore fruit. He was pretty insistent on it, to the point where he completely avoided you for a month and a half. That was until you finally got a hint of what was going on and cornered him on his way to one of his chores. It was a long talk filled with tears and heartache. To make it worse, admittedly he didn't know how much longer he could keep it up, because napping together had become your thing and sometimes his source of sleep.

So, after conversing with his Fodlan people, the plan was to send you to Faerghus a few months before he would go to Fodlan, and you would have to find your way into the officer's academy. Of course, there were many contingency plans, and that wasn't even the original plan, but you came in and told everyone to have faith in your abilities, and you stuck to your guns. Your way would be much less of a hassle to everyone, and you already knew how stressed they all were. Adding more stress for them by making them figure out your future was not going to be one of those stresses, not if you could help it.

It was only after sparse and vague letters and finally meeting up with you at the officer’s academy did he find out what happened to you.

After you had said your long and heartbreaking goodbye to Claude, you were snuck into Fodlan on a ship that first stopped at an Almyran port for supplies. Their destination was the empire, but they had to get around the Kingdom first. You lived as a crewmate for about a month before you left the ship and set out into the freezing woods of Faerghus, where you fell ill because you came from the polar opposite climate.

You had bumbled through the woods, vision darkening, as you heard the roar of some giant wolf that you had caught a glimpse of maybe a day before. You really hadn't intended for this, you figured that maybe if you had read up a bit more, this could be been avoided. When you turned to check behind you, you came to see the large wolf was only a few paces behind you.

In the absence of your hazy vision, you had shuffled into the root of a grand tree. Your attention was pulled forward as your body was pulled to the ground. You couldn’t even feel the pain because you were so cold. Rolling onto your back with closed eyes and a shiver, fate was accepted, whatever it may be.

Upon this acceptance, fate did indeed act, as you had heard a yell and the sound of a weapon making contact with its target. The snarling of the beast followed, with several more shouts from the person before you.

Unbeknownst to you at the time this was to become the mother of your Fodlan family. She was quite strong. One has to have such strength to survive so deep in Faerghus. She would call out to you, pleading with you not to sleep, as she carried you home to her wife and several of their kids.

Their kindness brought you guilt when you had to lie to them upon waking. A sympathetic, “oh no!” Or two as you told them a story you had come up with during your time on the ship. Your family lived on the outskirts of the region, but a legion of bandits ascended upon the town and set fire to it all, and your family sent you out of your charred home to escape into the woods. But you had a friend from home who had just gone off to the officer's academy, so you had planned to meet up with your only neighbor that lived by joining the semester that overlaps his.

Claude had once brought you to a theatre, where you watched a play together and the two of you proceeded to spend months learning how to fake cry. He wasn’t so good at it, but it became a tactic that you used here. Again, you felt bad, truly you did, especially when they pitched in some money after you had worked several jobs to afford the officer's academy. They had taken up a few jobs for you too, and every time it comes to mind your eyes water.

They were kind people and truly hold a place in your heart. So much, so that you write a letter to them at least once a month, especially before missions.

———-

Only, in Claude’s dream, upon reaching Faerghus from Almyra, your fake back story became true in these later times. In his dream, upon trying to run from a camp invaded by bandits, you were grabbed and there were too many for you to fight on your own.

But you were alone, and out of his reach. Crying out as they dragged you to the duke of the alliance’s doorstep. You had been figured out after being held by these bandits and brought before the hand of judgment for crossing the border. He couldn’t expose himself to save you, and even if he wanted to, he knew you wouldn’t let him. He cares for you deeply, and you are his everyday priority, but he can’t put you above his goal. You both knew that.

Fear and adrenaline pulse through him as he thinks maybe he could figure out something else, he couldn’t let this happen to you. He can’t lose you! But before he could even begin strategizing you were sentenced to public execution. His stomach dropped, and his head hurt. This is wrong, this can’t be happening.

But in front of his wide and teary eyes, there you were. Claude could do nothing but stare as-

You walked into the room and closed the door with your foot which made it slam. Claude jumped and his eyes flew open, wildly looking around the room and processing. He watched as you set down your bags, he supposed that maybe you were out in the shops. His body shakes at the memories his mind came up with. Claude recalls having similar thoughts and dreams before.

A deep-rooted doubt surfaces once again. One that makes him pull on a mask, even in front of you. He fears being caught. He fears that even though you change your hair and words and actions to one that someone from Faerghus would have, they would figure out you had known Claude far longer. This outcome would cause the loss of you and his dreams.

He can’t help but overthink the outcome. His mind screams at him to run from you, keep you away. Keep you safe and his dreams alive.

Even now as you turn and smile at him, with such genuine care, he wants to run even as his heart feels the warmth of your gaze. He wants to go back to pretending he doesn’t know you.

He flashes you a smile, one that he doesn’t use for you. “Hey! Uh, Byleth wants to see you.” He says, getting up from the bed and stretching, trying to stay cool so that you remain none the wiser. Claude smiles once more before he leaves your dorm.

You still your movements, shocked that that just happened.

[songsofadelaide]

Luminous

Vignettes of the private married lives of Margrave Gautier, Duke Fraldarius, and the King of Faerghus.

1: Sylvain, Heir of House Gautier — Turning Page. | People often said a son of House Gautier will never settle for a single woman. Sylvain endeavours to break the cycle.

2: Felix, Duke Fraldarius — In the Blue. | Felix was never one to judge people based on their origins. He couldn't care less how much his counsel balked at his choice of their new Lady Fraldarius.

3: Dimitri, King of Faerghus — The Mercy of the Wind. | Banishing the vestiges of the past was no easy task. Dimitri might live for the past on the battlefield, but he was always in the present in the arms of his queen.

Spoilers for the Azure Gleam route. Reader is not My Unit.

[A Faerghus noblemen x Reader ficlet collection]

[mortyvongola2-0]

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

The Kinktober Prompt list I'm using can be found here. And the hentai manga for the art of the banner can be found here.

Inconsistent updates and some prompts or characters may change

Day 1: Praise & Lipstick || Obito Uchiha

Day 2: Mutual Masturbation || Gaara of the Sand

Day 3: Touchless Orgasm || Kakashi Hatake

Day 4: Dominance/Submission || Madara Uchiha & Obito Uchiha

Day 5: Aphrodisiacs || Shino Aburame (For @justmyownreality)

Day 6: Hair-pulling || Gaara of the Sand

Day 7: Face-fucking & A/B/O || Kakashi Hatake

Day 8: Blindfolds & Loud || Orochimaru (Naruto Series) (For @sneetsnoot)

Day 9: Spitting & Outdoors || Hashirama Senju

Day 10: Wet Dreams & Spreader Bars || Sasori of the Red Sand

Day 11: Dry Humping || Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner (For @skydaddy01)

Day 12: Phone Sex || Itachi Uchiha (For @hashira-mal)

Day 13: Finger Sucking & Monster Fucking || Tobirama Senju

Day 14: Size Difference || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 15: Recording || Hidan (Naruto Series) & Kakazu (Naruto Series)

Day 16: Overstimulation & Teacher/Student || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 17: Mirrors & Bladder Control || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner

Day 18: Ice Cubes & Fellatio || Neji Hyuga

Day 19: Forced Orgasm & Transformation || Seteth x Byleth Eisner

Day 20: Glory Hole || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner

Day 21: Fingering & Blood || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 22: Pantyhose, Creampie, & Orgasm Control || Kakashi Hatake & Obito Uchiha

Day 23: Spit-Roasting & Handcuffs || Hashirama Senju & Madara Uchiha

Day 24: Accidental Stimulation || Rock Lee

Day 25: Voice Kink & Gags || Madara Uchiha

Day 26: Discipline || Kankuro (Naruto Series) (For @therantingfangirl)

Day 27: Massages || Might Guy

Day 28: Breast Worship, Stranger Sex, & Cum Dumpster || Kankuro (Naruto Series) & Kiba Inuzuka (For @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality)

Day 29: Lap Dance || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 30: Humiliation & Pillow Talk || Madara Uchiha

Day 31: Free Day || Season 2 Preview

tagged list: @therantingfangirl @justmyownreality @hashira-mal @skydaddy01

[sapphirecat]

Imagine

...Shez giving you their merc whistle and confessing that they've always had a crush on you.

"I know I'm doing this at the worst possible time, but I'm afraid that if I don't do this now I won't get the chance to later- hey, you understand what I'm trying to say with this, don't you? I want to be with you."

[blissfullyapillow]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

.𖥔 ݁ ˖✧˖°₊ ⊹˚ :♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

‎♡‧₊˚ ┊‎ Fandoms: Genshin Impact, Obey me, Honkai Star Rail, Jujutsu Kaisen, & Fire Emblem Three Houses.

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The more info the better, but you only have to include as much as you wish! I’ll do a max of two matchups per request, so indicate if you would like two matchups! I will only do one matchup per request unless otherwise specified. For two matchups, one can be platonic while the other is romantic, or both can be platonic or both romantic! I’ll include a cute scenario per character, but know if you request two the scenario won't be as long! Thank you to those who submit requests, I’m looking forward to matching everyone!

‎♡‧₊˚ ┊ Updates: For every matchup I receive going forward, I'm going to link a song that I feel embodies what I imagine your relationship to be/sound like. If you don't want a song with your matchup please state so. Also, if you are part of the group that didn't get a song before I started doing this, just send an ask and I can link a song after looking back over your request. Thank you, and have a lovely rest of your day <3

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𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑𝒔

[wxntxr-cxtrxs]

in open air (Ferdinand)

You sit in his lap, pushing your hips down against him, watching his fair complexion grow flushed with arousal. Ferdinand had always been so prim and proper, everything a noble should be- maybe that’s why it was things like this that drove him wild. Stolen moments where you pulled him into shadowed corners of the monastery and pressed your bodies together, so time for romance, no time for the grand shows of affection he so loved to shower you with. 

Tucked away in a forgotten room, you had pushed him down into an old chair and quickly crawled up into his lap. If you had the time, you’d spend hours teasing him, driving him up the wall, you’d let hours drag on as you showed him all the things you had been thinking during the day. But you don't have time for that, not for any of it. You don't have the time or the privacy to undress, choosing to instead press against him through your clothes. Even through the many layers of clothes, you can feel how hot he’s running. 

“We can't do this here,” he says, more for show than anything else. Despite how he denies it, you know the thrill of doing something like this excites him. If the flush on his face wasn't evidence enough, the tent in his pants was. 

“If you’re quiet, we won't get caught.” you whisper, and roll your hips against his with an unforetold hunger. His body jerks under you, and he chokes on a groan. You smile down at him, and lean in to whisper. “Careful, don't let anyone hear you.”

[antichildeismoving]

assistance - sylvain x f!reader not sfw

word count: 1800 | rating: m | content warning: mentions of infidelity

author's note: this was originally part of a sylvain x assistant!reader fic that I've been working on, but it really doesn't fit with the vibe I ended up going for so I decided to cut the scene. it's extremely out of character but it IS spicy so at least there's that going for it.

He hadn’t been lying about liking you, pulling you onto his lap the moment you returned. 

“You know, I never liked the idea of having a secretary,” he mused, running a hand along your thigh and giving it a squeeze. 

“What changed?”

“I thought about how cute you’d look sucking me off under my desk.”

Bringing your hands up, you tried to hide the blush spreading across your cheeks. He laughed leaning back and propping his hands behind his head. 

“You want me to…?” You couldn’t meet his eyes, focusing instead on the lines of his starched white shirt. 

“I want you on your knees,” he said, trying to keep his tone casual. No, he didn’t want you on your knees, he needed you on them. He needed some sort of closure to put an end to his impossibly vivid fantasies. 

Sliding off his lap, you knelt in front of Sylvain and eyed the straining fabric of his trousers dubiously. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I’ll show you what to do,” he said, placing a hand on the top of your head. “You can practice on my fingers.”

Swallowing hard, you looked up at him. “Okay. I’ll try.”

“Good girl,” he said, and you shivered at the wave of arousal that swept over you. Huh, apparently that was something you were into. 

Sylvain had long, slender fingers. The band of his wedding ring was cool against your cheek as he coaxed your lips apart. 

“I like knowing that I’ll be your first,” he said, pumping two digits in and out of your mouth. He should’ve taken the ring off, guilt spreading through him as he tried not to think about the consequences of what he was doing. But some small voice, some fucked up corner of his mind loved the rush of power that came with his infidelity. You tried to keep up as Sylvain’s pushed deeper into your throat, becoming rougher in his absentminded state. Choking, you had to pull back and catch your breath. 

“Sorry.”

He laughed, brushing a strand of saliva from your lips with the pad of his thumb. “It’s cute. You’re cute.”

Blushing furiously, you dove back onto his fingers to avoid having to answer. It caught him off guard; the feel of his fingers slipping in and out of your mouth was more than enough to make him rock hard. Looking down, a self satisfied smile crept across his lips. 

“Whoa, you really want a taste of me that badly?”

Still looking away, you nodded, feeling a little ashamed at the way his voice alone was enough to make you wet. 

He helped you practice a little more until it was clear you felt comfortable. It was endearing the way he took care of you, touching you as though he were handling something precious. 

“Ok,” you said, looking up. “I’m ready.”

He nodded, watching you undo his belt as if he were a man bewitched. You inched the zipper of his trousers down, pausing to size him up. He was much thicker than his two fingers had been. Longer too. Still, you’d come this far. 

Sylvain opened his mouth to speak, but whatever he’d intended to say was lost the moment your lips met his cock. 

“Oh,” he gasped, and it was such a quiet, gentle sound that you couldn’t help but pull back to get a proper look at his face. 

A rosiness was creeping across his cheeks, one knuckle caught between his teeth to stifle any more unbidden noises. There was such an intensity in his dark eyes, such utter devotion that for a moment you truly wondered whether he’d been serious when he said he’d fallen in love with you. 

His free hand moved to rest against your cheek and you leaned into it, closing your eyes. 

“Will you show me what to do?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he said, a little breathless. Actually, he was a lot breathless. That image of you with your pretty lips around him had helped him get off hundreds of times, but seeing it in person did so much more for him than he thought anything ever could. “I can show you if you want. Start slow, like you did with my fingers.”

Again Sylvain’s reaction was almost instantaneous, his hips jerking upwards as soon as you touched him. You let out a squeak of surprise, though with your mouth full it was muffled. 

“Oh god. Sorry.” He was gripping the arms of his chair like a vice, straining to control himself. You pulled back, unable to hide the smile playing on your lips. 

“You can be a little rougher with me. I’m not going to break.”

“That’s what you think,” he said, a glimmer of his usual self assurance returning. It was short lived though, disappearing the moment you took him back into your mouth. This time you were prepared, relaxing your throat so that when his hips jerked upwards they met no resistance. You’d never thought of your boss as the type to lose his cool like this, not with the rumors you’d heard around the office. It was cute though. 

“I’m not usually so—“ Sylvain broke off, struggling to keep still. “I don’t—“

After a few more attempts he gave up trying to speak, which you had to admit was a first. Definitely information to file away for later. 

You’d fallen into a rhythm now, one hand slipping between your legs to try and ease some of your own arousal. 

“Y-you’re getting off on this?” he said, laughing breathlessly. 

Humming an affirmation, you felt his dick actually twitch in your mouth. God, the whole scene was so lewd. So many unfulfilled fantasies were suddenly so alive and real it was almost overwhelming. 

Pulling back, you took a moment to catch your breath, teasing your tongue around the head of his cock. Sylvain was a mess, cheeks flushed, hair sticking up at even odder angles than usual from where he’d run his fingers through. Again he was biting down on the knuckle of his index finger, trying to stifle himself. His trousers were in equally bad shape, stained with precome and saliva. There was no way he could last much longer. 

“Do you want,” You broke off, trailing a line of open mouth kisses down his length. “Do you want to use me?”

“Use you?” Judging by his strained voice, that was exactly what he wanted to do.

“Mm hmm. Like a toy.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah, I want that.”

Reaching down, he cupped your cheeks in his hand, tilting your face towards him. Your lips were a mess, swollen and shining with spit. And just when he thought he couldn’t have fallen for you any harder.

Clearing his throat, he locked eyes with you, forcing you to pay careful attention to his next words. “If I’m too rough, I need you to let me know.”

“I will,” you said, surprised at his sudden intensity. 

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Pulling his hand away from your face, you pressed a light kiss to the marks his teeth had left. Sylvain sighed, turning his eyes skyward and steeling himself. 

“Okay,” he said. And then he finally let himself lose control.

You let out a squeak of surprise as he knotted his fingers in your hair, jerking you forwards. Now you understood why he’d been so careful to still his hips. Although it had felt like a lot, you realized now that your efforts earlier hadn’t even come close to fitting his entire length down your throat, and you gagged as he pumped himself in and out of your lips.

The sensation of your throat tightening around him was enough to make Sylvain gasp again, and with both hands busy at last you heard the full extent of your effect on him. Words spilled from his lips, so sweet and so filthy. 

“Fuck,” he choked out. “God you feel so good baby.”

Baby. That was a new one. Hearing him cry out for you, degrade you, beg you for more made your latent desire blaze bright again. Not just physical desire, but emotional too.

What a mess this was. What a complete and utter mess. Here you were under your boss’ desk, his cock stuffed halfway down your throat, and with a bolt of sudden and humiliating clarity you realized you had feelings for him.

You could feel he was close, every muscle in his body had tensed desperate for release. The steady stream of words had become little more than whimpers as he bucked his hips into you again and again. Remembering his earlier reaction, you swallowed around him, loving the sweet noises he made at the feeling. Swallowing again, once, twice, three times, you felt his dick twitch and knew he was about to come. 

“Fuck, keep doing that. Please. I’m so fucking close. I’m so—“

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence, his orgasm hitting him full force. You gulped down everything he had to offer, relishing the feeling of warmth sliding down your throat. Finally his body stilled, save for the steady rise and fall of his chest, and you pulled away to wipe your mouth on your sleeve. 

“That was… so good,” His voice was soft, little more than a whisper. “I swear you’re going to be the death of me.”

“I certainly hope not,” you said, your own voice just as hoarse as his. “For one thing, I’d be out of a job.”

Sylvain didn’t reply for a moment, still catching his breath. Then he straightened up and just the sight of him, flushed and ruffled with eyes that looked at you with such reverence, it made your heart soar. Without thinking you crawled back onto his lap, smoothing down his red curls with one hand. 

He laughed, a real laugh, his voice vibrating through him, and again his hand came to rest on top of your head. It was such a quiet gesture of affection, and although you liked the feeling of security that came along with it, it reminded you just how impossible this whole situation was. 

This was your boss, Sylvain Gautier. Playboy. Heir. Happily married.

And you were his assistant. Naive. In love. And so totally, impossibly alone. 

But for this moment you pushed those thoughts aside, pushed away awareness and fear. And you let him wrap you in his arms and pepper your cheeks with kisses. And in the quiet of the night, in the empty office, your pulse kept time and counted out the seconds slipping past. 

No, this couldn’t last forever. But it maybe it could last just a little bit longer.

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[songsofadelaide]

Suncatcher

You've heard tales of the former Duke Riegan's daughter, Lady Tiana von Riegan, and her sudden disappearance from the Alliance. Many theorised she was spirited away to another country— Almyra, to be exact. Claude bore a resemblance to her, the beauty that bewitched a foreign dignitary enough to steal her out of the continent.

Sometimes you wondered if he felt like leaving Fodlan with you, too, even if it was just a silly little flight of fancy.

He never gave voice to the extent of his feelings for you, but it never really bothered you. You were comfortable around Claude and he was comfortable around you, very much so that he left most, if not all of his favourite poisons in his own lodging. He never felt the need to protect himself from you. If that wasn't love, then…

Spoilers for the Golden Wildfire route. Reader is not My Unit.

[A Claude von Riegan x Reader one-shot]

[mortyvongola2-0]

Day 11: Dry Humping

Not Ideal

Pairing: Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner

Genre: Request, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: F!Byleth, dry humping, some dirty thoughts, food is burnt

A/N: This was requested by @skydaddy01. They love Dedue so much and they're great so I had to oblige. Hope you enjoy!

Read it on AO3

“This is,” the tanned man paused, and his white brows furrowed. “Not the ideal time for this, Professor.”

“It’ll be alright,” she told him, positioning herself on his thigh. “Besides, we’ve got nothing better to do while we wait for dinner to finish.”

The Duscun man glanced around quietly, his large hands finding their place on her hips naturally. When he didn’t see any other former students or soldiers, he could feel himself begin to give in. A small sigh escaped him as he nodded his assent, and the former mercenary gave him a small smile before leaning forward and kissing him softly.

Her lips were soft and moved against his like silk, he could feel the part of his mind that told him he was unworthy of her begin to awake once more, but he suppressed it. He prioritized giving her a good time over his own feelings of insufficiency. Dedue brought one of his hands up and placed it against the back of her head, running it gently through her lightened locks. Byleth was beautiful, both before she was goddess touched and after.

The army commander’s arms wrapped around his neck, and she ran her fingers through the shortened hair thoughtfully. She hummed against his lips, her own opening in order to entice his tongue. He couldn’t help but oblige. Their tongues met, hers more incessant and his slower. He wondered what had her in such a hurry, but decided he’d match her enthusiasm.

Dedue rubbed his thumbs against her exposed back. She tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself grow more excited. His other fingers played with the waistband of her shorts in a teasing manner, and he began to move her up and down along his thigh. The former professor made a small noise against his lips, and he felt the tingle at the base of his skull.

He wanted more. Dedue, normally, really only appreciated his large stature for battle purposes but when she fit so perfectly against him, so small and pliable in his warm hands encompassing the expanse of her abdomen, he couldn’t help but appreciate it that much more. With those oversized hands, calloused from years of using an axe, he gripped her hips with more force and began to rub her against the fat of his thigh. The loyal vassal could feel the heat of her sex through both her shorts and his trousers and he tightened his jaw as he pulled away.

She placed her hands against his shoulders, her mouth opening minimally as she began to ride his thigh with his manual guidance. Her breathing picked up, her precious brow furrowed in pleasure as she thrust herself against him. His body tingled, his member rising as he watched her chase her high against him. He loved her slight changes in her breathing, the rise and fall of her breasts, the slight flush across her cheeks and the tips of her ears, as she ground herself fully on his thigh.

Dedue’s eyes widened when he began to feel her wetness soak through their clothes. His jaw almost fell at the thought. Was she that turned on? Had he made her that desperate? He leaned toward her, hunching himself slightly, and licked a stripe across her lips before pressing sloppy kisses against her pale neck. He wanted nothing more than to thrust up into her, feel her familiar heat wrapped around him, and to paint her inner walls white. Before he did any of that, he’d let her reach her peak against him. “I like it when you use me like this,” he whispered against her skin.

Byleth moaned softly, moving her hands up and down against his chest. She was squirming, pressing her sex harder and harder against his leg with every thrust. He moved her, manipulating her body to match the pace of his leg, which he pressed up and into her to help her along. The tanned man nipped at her exposed cleavage and felt himself throb in desire. His trousers grew uncomfortable as they restrained him and he bit her flesh a bit harder than he intended.

“Dedue,” she grunted, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck again and push him flush against her chest. “Harder.”

He shivered. How could he disobey his professor? His teeth ran along her flesh again and he bit the top of the soft globe, hard. She whimpered, her head flying back and her hips moving in fast succession. He knew she was close, could tell by the wet spot on his clothes and the erratic movements of her lower body. His grip squeezed her plump flesh, her own breathing picked up. Dedue sat back up to watch her face. “Go ahead, Byleth.”

She pressed her lips together tightly, her enticing green eyes closing. Her hips lost all sense of rhythm as she brought herself to the height of pleasure. “D-Dedue,” she breathed, and he groaned. He brought her down on his thigh, hard, and he felt it as she came. The excess fluids left her and dripped down through his clothes and soaked his naked flesh beneath. He cursed; his cock begged for that wet heat incessantly.

There was an obvious wet spot over his tip and the back of his mind chided him for all the laundry he’d have to do. His deft fingers began to pull at her waistband, determined to get inside of her, her own hands shaking and moving eagerly to undo the ties of his pants. He smiled, his experience telling him that she needed more to be satisfied and he was more than willing to give it. But before he could remove her shorts, before she could bring relief to his aching cock, they both heard footsteps begin to approach the dining hall.

Their eyes met as they prayed the person would walk past, that their true intentions were beyond their temporary haven. But much to their dismay, the light steps only grew closer and closer, as they began to enter the large room. Dedue bit back a groan, his own disappointment and agitation obvious in his frown, his lover seemed to be feeling the same as a small pout graced her typically emotionless lips. She removed herself from his lap, his member throbbed in protest. He felt the familiar ache of his balls and wanted nothing more than to push the goddess-touched woman against the counter and enter her from behind.

“Oh, Dedue, professor!” It was Flayn, her innocent smile wide as she watched them, unaware of what she had interrupted. “There you two are I—” she cut herself off as she sniffed the air, her head tilting to the side like a small dog. “Do you smell something burning?”

His eyes widened, Byleth’s mind seemed to go to the same place as his own. He jumped up from his seat while the former mercenary made a beeline for the stove. She lowered the heat, and he lifted the lid off the stew to check on its contents. It did, indeed, smell burnt, and he sighed as he realized it looked burnt. “I’ll take the blame,” his lover stated plainly. “I’ll help you hunt for more rations,” he paused. “And plant more vegetables.”

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[sapphirecat]

Imagine

...Lysithea and you baking in the kitchen, sampling sweets the two of you made together.

"Hey, these sweets are so good! You really have a knack for baking. This might just be one of the best cakes I've ever had- and I've had a lot of them!"