#fe3h smut

[wxntxr-cxtrxs]

"make it hurt" (felix)

your hands grip the bed sheets, clawing desperately against them in search of something to ground yourself. your back arched into his touch as he thrusts his fingers in and out. you toss your head from side to side, desperately crying out. Your fingers dig into the sheets so hard the fabric threatens to tear under your hands. 

He brings his free hand up to brush yours, drawing your attention back to him. “if you want something to tear into,” he taunts, “I want it to be me.” your eyes shoot open in surprise, locking onto his. He slows the movement of his hand, waiting for your response. 

you carefully bring your hands up to his shoulders, and he returns to his ministrations- working you open on his fingers roughly. you moan once again, and your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin. Noticing immediately, you try for an apology. “I’m sorry, i-” 

But the shiver that runs through him is unmistakable- as is the way he speeds up his movements to try for the same reaction. your hands flex and nails dig into him once again, your fingers tearing at him in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. 

He lets out a soft groan against the skin of your hip, before using the opportunity to press an open mouthed kiss into your skin. 

Still, the scrapes and scratches you deal out are guarded slightly, as if you're trying to avoid inflicting damage. One of your hands claws down his back, leaving reddened marks in its wake, but not breaking the skin. 

His moan is desperate, and he grinds his hips against the bed. “Fuck, make it hurt.”

[glowingbadger]

Felix and 5 from the kink list… v///v,,, with reader in the supervisor/superior role,,,,

Ohohohoho how intriguing, I love this character/kink combination. Obviously, this will be a modern AU, so heads up about that~

Also, man, is there anything a fem person can wear that's sexier than a white blouse with a pencil skirt, tights/stockings and a pair of black pump heels? It's one of my greatest weaknesses, so if you're someone who wears fem presenting clothes, probably just envision that for Reader-chan here lol

CW: office romance, boss x employee

Felix (FE3H) x GN! Reader

Kink prompt #5 (office sex)

NSFW 18+

Felix is the only one of your coworkers with the quiet audacity to let himself into your office without so much as a knock- nevermind that, as department lead, you're technically his supervisor. His expression rests at its usual prickly default as he wordlessly nudges your door closed behind him, and you turn to face him with a single eyebrow quirked.

"We've talked about knocking," you say with a sigh, "I'd appreciate if you'd exhibit the same level of professionalism as anyone else here."

"It's nearly six," he says bluntly, one hand on his hip and the other absently tugging at his tie, loosening it just a bit, "It's not like there's anyone left to care. You're the only one still sitting around here."

"And you, apparently."

His gaze drifts absently to the bookcase beside your desk.

"Guess so."

Silent once more, he loiters near the shelves lined with books that haven't been touched for as long as you've occupied this office, and nick-nacks you'd placed haphazardly, if only because you had nowhere else to put them.

"Well... I've still got, like, two dozen e-mails to get to, so..." you trail off, a hand running through your hair as you exhale.

When Felix turns to you, he's scowling.

"You work too hard. None of the other idiots at this company put in the kind of hours that you do."

"Coming from you, that almost sounds like a compliment," you say with a weary grin.

"It's not," he replies.

Just like that, he approaches, and now he's close- far too close for an employee alone with his supervisor. You turn to face him, but end up trapped between his body and the edge of your desk pressed to the back of your thighs. Your breath catches, but you maintain composure. Or, you think you do. It's hard to keep yourself in check when you catch the way his brown eyes flicker towards your lips for just a split second.

"It's irritating," he says, his tone harsh but his voice low, "You should be delegating more of your workload. I hate seeing you here this late every day."

As he speaks, his hand is running up the side of your neck until his palm cups your jawline and his fingertips tease into your hair. His touch is gentle despite his usual harsh demeanor, and by now, you know to expect this. Felix is always gentle with you in your rare and precious time alone together, no matter how he may come across to anyone else. You smile warmly at him.

"But if I work less, you and I won't get to have these little private meetings so often."

You run a hand up the muscled abdomen you can feel through his dress shirt, then tug him closer by his tie- and he allows it, despite his wry expression.

"And I wouldn't have to come pester you like this if you didn't need to be convinced to leave your desk."

Your smile curls into a half-smirk.

"You haven't done much convincing yet, Mr. Fraldarius."

He offers no reply, but fixes his hands at your hips and turns you firmly around towards that very same vexing desk. With his body flush to yours, your ass presses firm against where you can feel his cock beginning to rise. His hands run up your sides, and you mew his name softly into the empty office.

"Quiet," he whispers against your ear, his breath tickling your skin sending a shivering tremor through you.

"No one's here..." you manage. His hands run over your chest, fingers grazing across your nipples, and your body arcs against him. His hips pitch forward, grinding his erection against you as it grows ever larger and ever more insistent.

"Could be other stragglers. Besides," he pauses to tease the shell of your ear with his teeth, "I like it when you try to keep quiet. And I like it even more when you fail."

As though to prove his point, he shifts away from you just enough to slap an open palm against your ass, forcing a whimpering moan from your lips.

"Felix..!"

He groans, but stifles the sound in the crook of your neck.

"You're... such a pain," you gasp out, "The nerve to... treat your supervisor like- mmh!"

He bites down at your shoulder muscle, and you can only imagine the kind of mark he's leaving you, with a thrill of warm arousal between your legs at the thought. Shameless hands still travel your body, slow but firm and unabashed, each inch of skin claimed only compounding your need for him. Until, finally, he begins to tug your clothes away with the kind of demanding force you've come to expect and adore from him. He's impatient, but so are you, so when he only manages to get your clothing just out of the way enough to press the tip of his cock to your entrance, you're already burning with anticipation.

"Fuck-" you inhale sharply as he pushes into you, opening you up around each inch of him. His cock throbs at your eager response, and the twitching motion just stretches you even better, rubs into you sinfully. Felix rocks his hips against you in a slow yet relentless rhythm, pushing steadily deeper until he's held inside of you to the base, your bodies nestled firmly together.

"You must be pent up," he speaks softly but plainly against your neck, "You're trembling like you already want to cum."

He's not wrong, but he doesn't have to outright say it. Your unsteady hand meets the sharp line of his jaw and travels up to his hair, holding him close as you struggle to steady your breath.

"Felix, please-"

You feel the harsh scrape of his teeth at your neck once more, and before you've even processed this sharp sensation, he pulls back, then thrusts his cock into you, deep and hard. Your hands fly to the surface of the desk beneath you to steady yourself, and as he continues to fuck you from behind, it's the only thing keeping your trembling legs from giving out. You're biting down on your lip, fighting against the cries of pleasure you so dearly want to let out. You feel his hand descend against your ass once more, then grab a handful, savoring the way your flesh fills his palm. And with that, your restraint already begins to fracture. Each time the head of his cock pounds into that sweet spot deep within you, your voice escapes in gradually clearer moans.

"That's it- come on, stop being difficult," his hands grab at your hips and pull you against him, holding you in place while his entire length lurches against your inner walls- and you moan. Fuck, you moan so loud that for a moment, you think that if there's a single soul lingering in this entire building, they must have heard you.

"There," Felix grunts- he's trying to sound firm and measured, but you can hear the way his voice wavers as you tighten and squeeze around his hard member, "See what I have to do... to get you to stop thinking about work..?"

He's definitely succeeded- you're hardly thinking about anything, let alone work. Your body is warm and your mind is buzzing with the thrill of pleasure and taboo, and it's all you can do to arch back against him once more and murmur,

"Just shut up and fuck me."

[the-fab-fox]

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[sothisblessmysoul]

Different anon but I'd love to see Ashe just because I love him so much (a threesome sounds super fun tho hohoho)

(This is my first time writing this type of stuff so I didn't go the whole way. If this is bad I'm so sorry. Also this is long, probably longer than it should be, you've been warned)

[ Warning: NSFW; Handjob. If you squint there is some Top!Reader and Bottom!Ashe and praise kink, and Reader taste Ashe (does this get marked as a warning?) ]

༓ʚ Sweet Like Candy ɞ༓

Summary: Somehow Ashe was able to be talked into wearing a maid’s outfit by his partner.

Ashe Ubert is the kind of boyfriend that someone brings home to meet the parents, the one that any parent would want their kid to marry. He is sweet like warm honey and soft like marshmallows, and he is almost too sweet that it leaves you with a sugar rush, wanting more and more of him that is so indescribable that you can't explain it.

And, perhaps that sweetness that makes you crave more of him is why you take guilty pleasure in teasing him. To see what his limits are, to see him melt into your hands like chocolate left in the sun for too long, to see him come undone. Like right this very moment as he stands in front of you with a fluffy innocent looking maid uniform with bright blushing cheeks.

His heartbeat was racing as Ashe looked into your eyes, slowly taking in his appearance. The silence in the room was far too quiet for his liking, praying with each breath that the silence would break it, say something, or do something. As if knowing how Ashe felt, you finally spoke, “Come here.” It felt awkward to walk in the uniform almost like he was relearning how to move properly but Ashe took no time to move closer to you who learned against a sturdy wooden office desk.

Your eyes take this moment to look at him closer in an attempt to burn this memory into the back of your mind. His freckled cheeks are flushed in a beautiful shade of red and yet despite the obvious bashful expression, Ashe stares at you openly with love. “Such a good boy,” You hummed, grabbing his hips to bring him even closer to stand in between your legs as the weight of Ashe’s body pinned you against the desk. Ashe sighed shaky, those words making a shiver run throughout his body. One of your hands stays on his hip, rubbing little circles as the other hand reaches up to grab the back of his head, fingers taking hold of his hair to guide Ashe down to your lips for him to claim. 

His lips taste sweet. You think, wondering if the rest of him is sweet too, is a follow-up thought as your tongue against his bottom lip to ask for entrance. When his lips part to allow your tongue to slip in, take that moment to tug on his hair that your fingers were still holding on to. Between your skillful tongue and the pull of his hair, Ashe whimpers quietly. But not so softly that it went unnoticed, making you pull away to smirk up at him, watching how out of breath Ashe is.

Using the hand that was still holding the back of his head to roughly tug Ashe’s hair so his head would go leaning back giving you perfect access to his neck that you began to place wet kisses on. The whole time that this was happening, Ashe welcomed it, each kiss and hair tug making him sigh in pleasure with goosebumps dancing on his skin. Neither you nor Ashe knows if it is subconscious or not but Ashe’s body automatically started to grind his pelvis against yours, letting you know how aroused Ashe is as his hands squeeze and clench your upper thighs. 

The friction that Ashe is making with you made both of you groan. You stop kissing him to now directly impatiently palming him through this maid uniform with the hand that formerly tugged on his neck, as the other hand is holding tightly on Ashe’s hip still. “Where do you want me to touch you?” You whisper, still palming but with more added pressure. He is beyond hard at this point. “Show me.” 

When Ashe didn’t immediately do it, focusing more on the pleasure, you pulled away from touching him. The removal of your touch and warmth made him let out a tiny whimper. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Ashe moaned breathlessly this time, it sounded so heavenly that you want to hear more of it. However, you waited patiently as possible as he forcibly stopped himself from grinding against you.

His body trembled a little and a blush that even reached the tip of his ears, Ashe slowly lifted his skirt to reveal the white stocking and garter underneath. You touch them, making sure to brush your fingers on the inner space of his thighs, close enough to tease him with the touch that Ashe desperately needs. With remaining willpower, he fully lifted the skirt higher up to his hips this time, showing off the lovely white panties that looked on him that clung to the fully hard erection, the tip of its head peeking out from the panties.

“Such a good boy,” You whispered, staring at his length that you slowly reached out to softly touch with both of your hands that gently pulled his undergarment off to fully expose himself. Ashe shivered from the cold air that touched him, hands tightly continuing to hold the bottom ends of the maid uniform. Struggling to not let go of the skirt, to not reach out and take both sides of your face with Ashe’s hands to pull you roughly for a deep breathless kiss. Ashe wants to kiss you so deeply that it hurts to breathe.

But before the young man gets lost in thought, a deep groan escapes from his throat when your hand takes hold of his length. Soon, in a sort of pattern and rhythm, you moved your hand to stroke him up and down. Everything about him is beautiful from his heart to his personality and physical features. You want to ruin this sweet man. Ashe began to thrust into your hand that’s stroking him, adding more pressure and speed to the movement. He is panting with delicious-sounding moans, getting lost in the pleasure. 

“Your moans sound so pretty.” His eyes lock on to yours after hearing that, attempting to keep eye contact but when you twist your wrist in a way that he likes, Ashe’s head falls back and a whimper leaves his lips as Ashe’s body starts to tremble. “Please.” He whimpered, finally speaking in a whiny and needy voice. Ashe couldn’t take anymore at this point. He needed release badly now. 

“Please what?” You replied, cooing at him as if he was something adorable and slowing down the speed and movement of your hand. God, Ashe was so close. Just needed more attention, more of your touch to him, just anything that you will give him. “Beg for me. Beg for what you want.” “Please let me cum.” Ashe sounded as if he was close to tearing up from the teasing because despite you stopped stroking Ashe, you would rub the tip of his length with your thumb, giving it the right amount of attention so that it begins to release more pre-cum. 

“As you wish.” You smiled, removing your hand from his length to spit your saliva on the palm of your hand to act as lubrication as your hand soon returned to touching him again. It did not take long for your hand to pick up the same speed and movement from earlier as Ashe had enough pre-cum to start to leak that which added more lubrication. Between friction and motion with your hand and Ashe thrusting violently into your hand, it’s not a surprise that he is coming to cum soon. 

Leaning upward to kiss him on the lips shortly followed with leaving kisses and hickeys from Ashe’s neck to shoulders, and even leaving some bite marks that leave him feeling weak in the knees. He groaned when you kissed and licked a new bite mark. Each moan, groan, and whimper from him makes you equally aroused that the place between your legs wants just as much attention. The image of Ashe in between your legs is so realistic that you could almost feel it. The sensation of his soft hair tickling the inner of your thighs as he begs to pleasure you that he’ll have to work till allowed him to touch you. 

To feel his warm wet tongue lick you so much that it is hard to tell whether it is his saliva or your juice. To have his callous slender fingers teasing your entrance hole, fingers curling in and out of you. The image makes a moan of your own to escape, lips parted and trying to not touch yourself because it has to wait, it needs to wait, as the desire to see Ashe come undone in your hand is stronger. 

The sound of your moan was the final push for Ashe as he stared at you with lustful but dazed eyes with his mouth open, panting. Impatiently he took hold of your wrist that’s stroking his length to make your hand grip Ashe become firm, increasing the speed that he is pumping and thrusting into your hand. His action had taken you by surprise since rarely does Ashe do this. The way that Ashe is making you touch, grip, and squeeze him leaves you to wonder if this is exactly how he touches himself and when he does it. Does he do it in his room? And that he pretends that his hand is yours, imagining you touch him in ways that Ashe might be too nervous to tell you. 

The thought makes you more excited as you feel Ashe coming with a full-body tremble and loud moan that the young man didn’t try to cover. Ashe’s semen spilled a little on the floor but most of it ended up on your hand, “Sorry,” He said breathlessly, burying his face in the crook of your neck only to whimper a little at your touch since Ashe is too sensitive at the moment. Even as Ashe needed a moment to breathe, he still placed very affectionate kisses against your neck while you had brought your cum covered hand up to your mouth to begin licking it clean, eyes locking onto Ashe's face who was blushing heavily at the sight. After making sure your hand was clean with a coy smile on your face, there were only two words offered. 

“So sweet.”

[seakicker]

D-dmitri who's so so embarassed bc of his big cock and doesn't know what to do with it...nice big n plump balls too ♡

there is nothing i love more than the collective agreement we’ve all established where dimitri is just absolutely Massive. i don’t think ive ever read an fe3h reader insert fic where dimitri wasn’t explicitly mentioned to have the fattest cock reader has ever taken, let alone seen, in their entire life. there’s nothing i love more than the trope of “doesn’t seem like they’d have a massive cock but is packing some serious heat” in the case of Polite gentlemen like dimitri…. god.

even better in the context of inexperienced/virgin dimitri who doesn’t know how to use his cock, let alone how to handle having someone else work it for him instead… dude blows his (massive) load in a grand total of like two minutes the first time he gets a blowjob hehe

[aces-sweetheart]

soft

♥ pairing: claude x afab!reader

♡ description: SMUT; It felt good physically but it was his favorite position because of the intimacy. His eyes looking into yours, silently projecting the love you felt for one another.

♥  warnings/info: soft sex, implied chubby!reader, missionary, creampie, for bestie aaliyah.

This was by far Claude’s favorite position. Your naked form laid out on the plush comforter and his own nestled closely against it. His body was practically melting into yours, molding into every part of your body. You had confided in him that you wished some parts were smaller and more firm but he loved the softness of your body; he told you as much every day with his words and sweet caresses. He basked in the heat of your body molded against his, not minding if he got sweaty. The pleasure and the sight of you was more than enough to make up for it.

It felt good physically but it was his favorite position because of the intimacy. His eyes looking into yours, silently projecting the love you felt for one another. His face inching forward for slow kisses every few thrusts, lips moving against each other languidly as if you two had all the time in the world. The soft smacking of his hips hitting your thighs was one of the only sounds in the room, accompanied by your moans and Claude’s groans. As he got closer they were joined by the praise he would whisper in your ear, the sound of skin slapping on skin becoming louder yet you tuned it out in favor of listening to his sweet nothings. You came to him telling you how beautiful you were, how much you meant to him, how much you loved him. He came to you telling him you loved him, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to maintain eye contact through the pleasure. 

His cum filled you up, the warmth seeming to spread through your entire body in your post-orgasm bliss. Even after you both came down from your highs, he remained inside of you. You looked up at him, eyes blinking lazily and a smile slowly stretching across your face that he returned. You could see his chest rising and falling quicker than normal as he lifted himself up slightly to support himself on one arm. With his free hand, he stroked your cheek and you leaned into the touch, your eyes closing in content at the feel of his rough skin and warmth against your face. He leaned down again to kiss your forehead then your nose and finally pressed his lips against yours.

[albedossweat]

tiny bit of ashe smut sorry if its all over theplace im tired

Ashe (Fire Emblem) x AMAB Reader

18+ MDNI 100% out of character maybe but maybe someday ill right in-character smut if you're lucky

Ashe loves you, he is very open when it comes to just how much he loves you. Ashe often hugs you from behind and leans close to you his face buried into your neck as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

Ashe would praise you to the point where you would be stunned, the constant compliments flooding your ears as he would kiss you, his freckled face being completely red as he slowly goes down your body lightly kissing your body as he reached your cock

Ashe would feel drunk on pleasure as he awkwardly kissed your shaft telling you just how pretty it was, rubbing his hands on your thighs as he slowly spread them further apart his face going down and putting your balls into his mouth, smiling as he looked up at you, your cock slowly dripping precum down onto his pretty face as he sped up

[wxntxr-cxtrxs]

just for tonight (Felix)

He rolls his hips against yours, face buried in your shoulder. “Fuck.” his hands tremble as they hold your body against his, and he clutches you tighter. The rooms at garreg mach haven't changed a bit in the years since you’d both attended the academy there, but you had changed more than he could have imagined. This was just one night, he reminded himself. One night during the war, just to help you both get through this. To be honest, he’d always carried a torch for you, ever since he first met you. But this wasn't about that, he promised himself. 

You're both still in your clothes, desperately looking through friction despite the layers between you. It’s not enough, of course it’s not, felix can never get enough of you. But this was a start. 

He reaches between your legs to grind his palm against your core, biting back a smile at the noise it pulls from your throat. You yelp when his teeth meet the juncture of your neck and shoulder, biting just enough to leave a mark, one that he knows won't fade anytime soon. Something about that fills him with a rush of possessiveness. 

You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer. Your bodies are pressed flush, but somehow it doesn't feel like enough. You reach between your bodies, deft fingers finding his aching length even through his clothes. As soon as your hand is on him, you can feel him speed up his efforts. His lips on your neck are eager, kissing up your neck and latching on to that spot that has you trembling. His hands are pressed into you with a bruising harshness, one hand eventually coming up to knead roughly at your chest. “Felix,” you moan. 

Your voice sets his body alight, desperate for you.

[glowingbadger]

FE3H Blue Lions Masterlist

Dimitri:

General spicy hcs

Reader’s first kiss

Arranged marriage w/ King Dimitri

Dimitri turns into a dog - SFW

Yandere Dimitri - TW: Yandere!

Fluffy smut

Wedding night hcs - Sfw & Nsfw

Marking/hickies 

Sex pollen/aphrodisiac 

Felix:

General spicy hcs

Nsfw alphabet prompts - D F I

Praise kink

Confessing post-war

With male S/O

Reader falls asleep on him - fluff, SFW

Provoking him w/outfit

Modern AU hcs - compilation

With Catgirl s/o

Injured (w/ OC! Reader) - SFW

Hair pulling 

Hate Sex

Anal Sex (male!Reader)

Sylvain:

w/reader in arranged marriage

reader’s arranged marriage pt 2

Sfw & nsfw general headcanons

w/reader OC - fluff

Reader’s Bday, Modern AU

He’s a virgin 

Pet play 

Sixty nine 

Morning sex

Mirror sex

Tit fucking

Ashe:

Aftercare

Bottoming for AMAB Reader

Reader falls asleep - SFW

Praise kink - amab Reader

Dedue:

With quiet/insecure S/O

Body worship 

[frickingnerd]

just one night

pairing: claude von riegan x gn!reader

summary: as the leader of the alliance, claude knows he can't be with you. and yet, he just can't stay away from you...

"i know you will kill me for this, but…"

claude was inches away from your face, his hot breath against your lips. he was close, too close. both of you knew you shouldn't do this and yet…

"…i don't care"

with that, claude pressed his lips against yours, his hands quickly finding their way onto your hips and pulling you closer. though now that he had you this close, he didn't stop his hands from roaming all over your body.

"breaking the rules for one night is no sin, right?"

claude pulled away, an overly confident smile on his lips. you should've pushed him away then and there and ended this. but you were weak to his smile. and despite the trouble you two would get into, if nobody found out about this, would it really be that bad?

"right… just one night"

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Face sitting with Dimitri and Claude pls(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)

٩(˘◡˘)۶

Dimitri would be so polite even asking his s/o to sit on his face, all "please beloved let me pleasure you," but once he gets them there manners are off the table. He eases into it at first, tongue doing gentle laps first before he's gripping onto his s/o just so he can pull them right against his face to slip his tongue into them as deep as he can go. And any signs from his s/o that he's doing a good job, moaning, them bucking against his tongue, just goad him on further. He's the type to get off just from pleasuring them, might even occasionally moan if they say his name just right between their pleasured cries.

Claude's all jokes, waving to his face with a sly smile, "your throne await your highness." And if his s/o is hesitant he's giving them a dreamy sigh, "what a way to go, in between your beautiful thighs." And he's convincing them that it will be just fine until he's got them lower down onto his face. He's a bit of tease, light tongue flicks and slow circles over just the right places to drive them crazy. He really wants them to fuck his face, and if they do he goes completely wild. He loves hearing them telling to stick his tongue out further, so his s/o can grind against it. And the way the bucking of their hips starts to stutter as they get closer to cumming, has his cock twitching.

[seakicker]

🤔 sylvain x pregnant MILF NTR

if i had my own language you’d be the only person fluent in it anon… what’s better than a suave ginger casanova sweeping a cute pregnant housewife off her feet and spoiling her rotten when her husband fails to? he practically woos you right into bed with his ministrations— his whispered honeyed words and his gentle shoulder rubs (a lifesaver for your achy joints— pregnancy will do that to ya) do more for you than your husband has in the past year.

really, nothing gets him going more than the idea of pleasing someone who’s failed to receive the pleasure they deserve from their partner. forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, right? what’s tastier than a sweet pregnant milf who’s been knocked up nice and round and just begging for a cock to quell her raging hormones? your stupid husband’s left you so wanting and desperate; how cruel of him… good thing sylvain has a real kink for robbing pretty darlings from right out under their husbands’ noses 🙏

[aces-sweetheart]

i feel like writing, send some hcs, thirsts, etc and i might write a drabble about it!

read my rules before sending anything 🫶

[misselko]

NEVER ENOUGH

Dimitri has it hard when he watch your lovely sleeping form. Not even the King himself can resist to bask inside your warmth. Goddess, what he would does to sink his cock inside your tight, inviting heat and drown it with his cum.

Warnings: Sex, virginity loss, somnophilia

“Beloved?” Dimitri calls, jolting you awake. His thumbs are drawing a soothing circle on your back. Get up. Wake up. Open your eyes. You know you had to but it is almost impossible with how superb his feathery touches.

Will the Blue Lions be looking for both of you because you had missed the morning gathering?

You have no idea how long he’s been doing this but it feels nice. You roll off the bed and stumble sideways. Your balance is totally off, and your legs feel heavier than normal. You trip your way into Dimitri’s arms, and he keeps you upright.

You are falling asleep standing up, leaning heavily against Dimitri’s shoulder. He can feel you shiver a bit from the chilly temperature. Small chuckles escape from his lips as Dimitri carries you back to his bed and pulls the blanket all the way up to your chest.

“This is my fault. I shouldn’t wake you up,” Dimitri sits beside you and tucks you in comfortably. He leans his forehead on yours, closing his eye to take in what has happened. “N-not after our last night and this morning....”

“Mm.... Activities,” you reply weakly and pause to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I hardly get any time to close my eyes, Mitri. But I wouldn’t have it the other way.”

A prominent blush creeps on Dimitri’s cheeks at your words. His mind wanders various places as his eye darts over the bruises and bite marks that adorn your body—it stirs something in his heart and groin. Million years will never suffice to erase his memories of your majestic curves, beautiful tits, and tight pussy. Wave of heat rushes to Dimitri's cheeks when he watches his cum spilling in a slow stream from your cunt.

No! He must not let his thoughts wander again!

Dimitri only sighs and runs his hand over your hair affectionately. “But you were talking in your sleep. So I want to make sure you are doing fine and....” Dimitri trails as he watches you slumbering back into the dream land.

The war is over and he has to go back to Faerghus as soon as possible to rebuild the kingdom. Rebuilding the United Fódlan would be a daunting task, but it is way much more doable now with you by his side. 

Dimitri almost died from joy when you accepted his proposal and went back with him. Things escalated quickly after you shared a passionate kiss on the Goddess Tower and the next thing he knew he brought you to his quarters and spent the whole evening, night, and morning with you.

He is about to go out to your quarters to fetch your clothes (he tore yours last night in the heat of the moment) and get something for you to eat when you stir next to him. You talk in your sleep. Again. Repeatedly. Whimpering and moaning.

“My beloved…” he lays beside your sleeping form and whispers, not wanting to disturb your sleep, if you are asleep. 

Your hand tugs his arm in your rest and you breathe “Dimitri…”. His brows raise, he recognizes that tone. No. It is carved beautifully in his mind. You used that tone when he was buried deep inside of you this morning. Heavenly melodic sounds that caress his ears as he spilled his seed inside you and whispering his deepest desires.

A prominent blush creeps on Dimitri’s cheeks as he lays back on the mattress and grabs you by the waist. You are still shivering. He decides to pull you tight against his embrace and share his warmth, relishing this moment. You arch your back, rubbing your ass along his cock. He could tell you had already soaked his blanket. Again.

This feels unreal, hazy like a dream, to be here in his quarters with you, the love of his life. Dimitri has lost count on how many nights he had been dreaming this moment. The usual frigid and lonely place turns into a warm safe haven when he has you in his arms. 

Dimitri presses his lips against your ear. Grazing my lips against the shell of your ear and quietly teasing, for only you to hear, “Are you dreaming of me, love?” His hands tease your nipples, working them into hard pebbles. You moan again and twist in his tight grip—eyes still shut tightly.

A spark. A fire. An explosion bursts in Dimitri’s mind when you turn to face him. He thinks you are wide awake but you are not. Your breath warm against his lips making him shiver in delight. Dimitri is flushed head to toe, his breath coming in ragged stutters when he watches your peaceful sleeping expression. He couldn’t take his eye off of your lovely form, nor could ignore his hunger for you.

Your eyes feel heavy, every so often they will slip shut only to be jolted awake. That familiar tug in your chest soothing you back to sleep. His hands dropping back to your breasts, cupping them, feeling the weight in his palms. Dimitri closes his eyes and leans in, pulling a nipple between his lips, and begins sucking—gently—as his fingers knead your breast. As Dimitri licks and sucks from your left breast, his other hand massages your right breast. The moans that escape your throat is one of contentment and desire, a purr practically rumbling beneath the surface. 

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Dimitri couldn't look away from you—not when he could hear your breathing get heavier from his ministrations. His gaze softens when he sees you stir awake and stare at him with half lidded eyes.

“Mmmh... Mitri...? Again?”

“Please forgive me, Beloved. I am a prisoner of your ravishing beauty—unable to resist your warmth,” he apologizes. His voice is laced with guilt and shame, but Dimitri is being honest.

Hard as you try, you can’t even lift your eyelids. Weakly curling your hand against Dimitri’s arm, you beckon him to get closer. “I don’t mind. You can do anything you want Mitri. I’m....”

“Thank you for indulging me and my selfishness, love.”

“If it’s you...” You are barely able to finish your words and choose to give Dimitri a nod before going back to sleep again. Everything feels fuzzy and warm. With everything that happened and done in the past night and this morning you are beyond exhausted and in dire need of sleep.

There’s a gust of cold air as Dimitri lifts the blanket delicately and slides in next to you again. He wraps his arms around you and it’s skin against skin, so warm and familiar. Affection fills his heart as he caresses your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss. His lips are gentle and warm, so are his kisses. It tickles, almost, but you don’t have the energy to laugh or even flinch.

Dimitri’s kisses grow firmer, more insistent. It only takes a few seconds of chaste, soft kisses before Dimitri is pushing forward, dipping his tongue between your lips, exploring your lax mouth with an urgency.

His hand snakes around to find your clit and traces his thumb against your pearl. The way his milky white cum is leaking from your pretty pussy had him lightly skimming his fingers over it and stuffing it back into your tight hole before thumbing your clit and watching you whimper in your sleep. It reminds him of your previous passionate night and morning together—something he will never get enough.

“I am sorry I can’t hold it much longer, Beloved,” he growls before positioning himself against your heat. Eagerness starts to flood Dimitri as he begins to slide his cock up and down your wet slit, then slips his length between your folds. He bites his bottom lip, being precarious as he is able to slowly slide in and out relishing your tight velvety walls.

His cock is burning hot inside you, spreading warmth throughout your whole body. The stretch is easy, and you are soaked that you can’t feel anything but the pleasant ache of it. You feel sedated, almost, drugged into happy compliance.

A soft groan rumbles from Dimitri’s chest as he slowly pummels his cock inside of your limp body, but quickly decides to pick up the pace. Dimitri is pounding so deep that your entire body is rocking with the motion, and he’s helpless to resist it. It’s like riding a wave, tossed rhythmically by the sea, by Dimitri.

Tracing his fingers along your legs and inner thighs Dimitri grabs your hips and pulls you closer. He began to spear into you even harder. Astonishment, lust, and adoration fill Dimitri’s eye as he watches your mesmerizing breasts bounce with every thrust. Loud creaks, lewd smacks, and heavy grunts echo through Dimitri’s quarters as he is hammering into you, his mouth claiming your body impatiently.

“So good. Goddess, my Beloved you feel so good. Always so good for me.” Dimitri sings between his breaths as he kisses your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Mmmh... Mi.. tri....” you squeak between your sleep-slurry voice. You slowly wake up as Dimitri’s thrusts speed up. Your eyes open as you rock back and forth. “Dimitri?” Your tone changed.

“I love being inside of you, Beloved,” he growls into your ear. His fingers dig into your hips. “I’m close!”

You realize what is going on. “Dimitri!” you exclaim, but then his cock hits that spot and you moan. The force of your walls milking his cock, as your orgasm claims your body sends Dimitri spiraling over the edge. He thrusts twice more before coming inside you with a grunt and a harsh bite to your neck—strong enough to bruise it. His cum spilled inside your walls, painting it in beautiful cream as rope after rope of heat shoots from his body deep in your womb.

Your body quakes as a shiver courses through you, jerking Dimitri as you remain joined through heavy pants and slick, cooling skin. You match Dimitri’s labored breaths, feeling the warmth of his release spreading inside you, sending little tendrils of tingling satisfaction down to the very tips of your fingers.

You sigh, breathless and exhausted, and you whine when Dimitri slips out, leaving an aching emptiness in his wake. Your cunt is wet with a mixture of your juice and his cum, slippery when you move your legs. Dimitri kisses you again and you can’t even respond. Moans and sighs fail to escape from your lips because Dimitri occupies your mouth—drinking them in greedy, passionate kisses as you try to reel in your mind.

“What was that....? Dimitri....”

A huge yawn stifles your words and poof. And you are out like a light. Sleep talk. Another sleep talk. Dimitri understands your meaning, though, because he smiles and says, “Ah, did I wake you up?”

You think Dimitri’s speaks something; you can hear the low rumble of his voice. You can feel it. You can’t make out the words but you hope he’s smiling—which he is.

Dimitri is leaning over you and you can feel the vibrations of his voice in the heavy weight of his arm against your chest. His large arm is anchoring you to the bed. Comforting, lovely pressure that melts you further into the mattress.

Your body is too weak to move, too exhausted to obey your brain, and you can’t snuggle into his arms. You feel sluggish like a ragdoll as you reach and manage to pinch his cheeks—hard. Dimitri’s eye widens in surprise when you pout and flick his forehead out of nowhere.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Y-you really... went all out on me.”

“I apologize for my impertinence, love.”

Dimitri kisses and licks the spot where he bit down earlier—adding more love marks. You can feel his lips twitch upwards when he hears your mewls of his name and ragged breath from his lavish temptation. “Did I disturb your slumber?”

You hummed in satisfaction. “Even better. Feel free to wake me up like that any time, Mitri.”

“B-Beloved!!”

It’s amusing to watch Dimitri explode with embarrassment and cradle his face. Goddess. He is so adorable.

His lips touch your face again, pressing gently to your cheek, the side of your nose, eyelids, forehead. His breath is warm. You flex your fingers, wanting to stroke them through Dimitri’s hair. Your hand isn’t in the right place, though. You feel Dimitri laugh. Overflowing bursts of air. He kisses your forehead again.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep, love,” he murmurs.

“.... So you can continue your actions?”

“N-no!!”

“I don’t mind, Mitri.”

“(Y/N)? I-I will not do su—"

Sealing his words with a chaste kiss, you smile sweetly at Dimitri. He only sighs and runs his fingers through your damp hair.

“I love you dearly. You are the most beautiful thing in this world to me. And it will be my absolute pleasure to make you sure of that for the rest of my life. Thank you for letting me bask in your warmth,” he mumbles lovingly.

And that’s how Dimitri and you missed the entire two days of meetings, lost in your tryst—earning both of you earful scolds from everyone and Sylvain’s devilish smirk.