both claude and balthus are pretty flirty guys! especially balthus can't keep his mouth shut when he sees someone he considers good looking!
claude had his eyes on you before balthus even knew your name. it was physical attraction first for claude, but the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to be with you because of your personality!
balthus took notice of your good looks as well, but while claude had been playing the long game with you, balthus’ first interaction with you was already flirty!
claude usually isn't as bold and pushy when it comes to flirting, but with balthus trying to win your heart as well, claude knows he needs to change his strategy!
and claude is the smoother one of the two! he's so good at it that even balthus notices how easily claude flirts with you!
balthus wants to flirting advice from claude, but claude won't just give up such valuable info to his opponent!
if you chose balthus over claude, claude will accept your choice and move on! but if he has to lose, he at least wants to have tried everything in his power first to win your heart!
Hello I would like to ask could you do a scenario on how Raphael, dedue, and balthus would reassure a insecure s/o .
You didn't specify the insecurity so I kept it as general as I could!
Raphael, Dedue and Balthus reassuring their insecure S/O
Reader here is gender neutral
Raphael
At first he didn't know why you were upset, so he decided to cheer you up in his usual ways.
He was so sweet and caring, like always it made you feel like you didn't deserve it. And seeing your mood getting worse as he tried to help... It was hard to describe how it made him feel.
So he was determined to find a reason why you're recently acting the way you do. And if you're not going to tell him, then he'll ask your friends and if that doesn't work he'd just try to guess it.
The last thing he'd expect was you feeling insecure so his guesses were all far from the truth. So he was incredibly stunned by it.
He couldn't believe that there could be anything about you to dislike. But since you clearly weren't on the same page, he tried to understand why you'd feel that way and of course describe his point of you.
You'd take small steps, but he'd be very stubborn about it. He can't allow for you to feel like you don't deserve the best!
Dedue
He was very observant. So even if you'd try to hide your insecurities he'd just know. Although he would be a little troubled... Since he wouldn't know what to do about it at first.
So he figured the best he could do, is to be blunt. Talking about this kind of an issue is really important, and he'd hate it if he dismissed something like that.
The next opportunity he had he just asked you how did you feel about yourself. His tone was filled with concern and it'd make you feel guilty to lie.
He knows it's not in his power to tell you how to feel, so he just wanted to know how to make it better. He'd do honestly anything to boost your confidence.
He believes in you, but he will let you take your time. He wouldn't shower you with too much compliments to not overwhelm you but he isn't shy to praise you when you achieve something great. That way you can't really say that it was undeserved.
Balthus
Okay, no. He's not letting you say what you want to say to the end note. It's not about not wanting to listen to you but just the first sentence of you thinking you're not good enough was enough for him to listen to.
After all he's not going to let anyone insult his partner, especially if it's you saying all that stuff.
Main difference is that he doesn't knock that out of your head literally. He just makes extra sure to give you all the right attention.
Words of affirmation just won't stop. Whatever you say will be corrected because for someone so smart you have a habit of saying some really dumb things about yourself.
But hey, happens to the best and he's having fun correcting you when it comes to an issue like this. I mean, he's always loud about his feelings for you so having one more excuse to do just that is great actually.
You know that Balthus doesn't set for anything but the best, so why would you question his judgement on you being the top tier catch?
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With Balthus, nothing was ever subtle. He didn’t mask his intentions with pretense, not even attempting innocence as he smiled up at you, the warm light glinting mischievously in his eyes and that lawless lock of hair flopping over his face. It was the same smile—crooked and reckless and wild—that he wore when he could smell violence in the air, when he felt particularly lucky, and, relevant to right now, whenever he got it in his head that he wanted to-
“-do something nice for my special lady,” Balthus explained in response to your pointless question. Just like that too, no shame or hesitation. That smile and its various meanings all amounted to the same thing with him. Desire was desire but he burned just as hot with an insatiable craving for victory, that was as apparent in his dark eyes as the sultry lust. Almost everything was fun and games to Balthus, and he played to win. To his credit, he was quite a bit more skilled in the bedroom than he was at the betting table. “You seemed distracted,” he explained casually. “I was right, yeah?”
“I…” You had been distracted. But only because as soon as the lights got a little dimmer he suddenly found it impossible to keep his hands to himself. Sitting close enough for you to smell his cologne, to feel the heat of his body, to suffer through “accidental” touches as he innocently asked you questions about the movie neither of you was really watching. But still. Still! You blew out a breath, unable to suppress an awkward smile as you looked back down at him. “You don’t have to,” you said slowly.
“Is that your way of saying you don’t want me to?” Balthus asked, that damnable grin unwavering and annoyingly cocky as he nudged your knees a little further to make room for his broad shoulders. “I’m game for whatever, but it’s kinda hard to focus on the movie when you keep squirming around.”
“You’re the one who won’t stop talking,” you muttered, your flush getting darker. Just because he was right didn’t mean he had to point it out. But you knew if you gave him that, Balthus wouldn’t let it go.
“Then you’re in luck, pal. Here’s your chance to make me shut up,” he said, waggling his eyebrows like he was even remotely smooth. It worked anyway.
“Do you… do you want to?” you asked in an awkward stammer, stomach flipping at the brazen offer. “I wouldn’t… mind it.” That’s not what you meant, not really. What you meant is that the mere offer set a fire in your belly and the sight of him on his knees for you had your head spinning, but you couldn’t just tell him. You were so infinitely grateful that Balthus never called you out for your awkward inability to outright ask for things you wanted him to do. He seemed to understand anyway, taking your nervous “you don’t have to”-s and “only if you want”-s as the “yes, please”-s they actually were.
Balthus rolled his eyes, countering with an easy, “When do I not?”
And, well, he had you there.
You licked your lips, relaxing a little, letting your legs fall open for him. More awkward rejections buzzed on your tongue with the embarrassment, but you forced them down. If he was offering, it was fine. If you wanted it, that was fine. “Okay.”
Balthus’s grin returned in full force, that hungry, lustful, victorious smile. His hands were big, warm even through the fabric of your leggings as they settled on your legs. They curled slightly, creating indents as they slid from your knee to your inner thigh, his palm dragging with just enough pressure to make your breath quicken. You squirmed, lifting your hips and spreading your legs more. Even if you intended it to be subtle, Balthus was far more perceptive than people gave him credit, wearing a smug look as he finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings.
“You know,” you said, speaking to hide your embarrassment as he pulled your leggings down and off in an awkward bunch of fabric. They wound up dangling limply from one ankle and neither of you was concerned enough to fix it. “I don’t think we’ve ever watched a movie all the way through.”
Balthus laughed, his callouses rough against your now bare skin as he pushed your legs back open. “Then why do you keep inviting me?” he asked. You didn’t have an answer to that, even if your head wasn’t buzzing with nerves and excitement and desire. “Really makes a guy think.” He licked his lips, his voice lowered slightly, his eyes narrowing as he dragged his thumb over your clothed slit. “Or maybe not. It’s pretty cute how shy you are, but if you get this worked up from just a little touching, you oughta let me know so I can take care of you.”
You exhaled harshly. “Balthus…”
He gripped your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch with a roughness that sent a thrill straight to your core. You expected him to take off your underwear like he had your leggings, but instead he dragged his thumb over the fabric, pushing it between your folds to absorb more of your arousal. You gasped, squirming again, but Balthus’s eyes just flicked up at you with a crooked, no good, completely devious smile.
“You’re real wet, babe,” he said. “Bet it was getting pretty uncomfortable, yeah?”
It was kind of surprising that your body was still functioning considering all of the blood in your body was divided evenly between your aching sex and blazing cheeks. You couldn’t even look straight at him, unsure of what to do or say and desperately hoping he wouldn’t keep teasing because you really didn’t think you could handle it, even to make a joke out of it. “Balthus.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, clearly pleased as he pulled your underwear off in the same fashion as your leggings. Unsurprisingly, they were soaked through on the bottom, dangling in a shameful flag on your ankle. You drew in a sharp breath as he pulled your hips forward again, bracing your foot on his shoulder and pushing the other leg a bit wider.
It was flattering when Balthus appraised your body with appreciation and lust. It was devastatingly sexy when he appraised your pussy like he was eyeing up a meal, spreading your folds in a way that made your body tense up as he licked his lips. They were still upturned, still wearing a little echo of that smile. “That’s hot. You know that?”
You said nothing, waiting, hoping, burning.
“Too shy to talk?” Balthus asked. “I doubt that’ll last. Five bucks says I can make you beg. Deal?”
“Deal?” you echoed, your stomach flipping at hearing him say something so completely depraved in the same tone he used to get you to dare him to drink an entire carton of chocolate milk. The actual contents of the question only registered a second later, but it was too late.
“You’re on, pal,” Balthus said, his big hands running across the flinching skin of your inner thighs before spreading your folds again, his head dipping so he could run his tongue from your entrance to your clit. It made your hips jump despite yourself, the foot on his shoulder pressing down in an odd sort of panic. Being turned on and feeling the vague pulse of pleasure when you squeezed your thighs together was one thing, but the direct contact with his hot, wet tongue was completely different. Balthus forced you to keep your other leg mostly spread to give him room. Your hands scrambled for purchase on the couch, your shirt, digging into your thigh, seeking some form of control by grasping at his hair.
An unfortunately loud moan left your mouth as he continued to tease your clit with light brushes, swirling against the over-sensitive flesh with a borderline sadistic sort of ease. You wanted—needed—more. But that was the deal, wasn’t it? To make you beg? It wasn’t like you had even agreed to play, but you hated the idea of losing. Unable to choke down a needy groan, you screwed your eyes shut, trying to grind your hips upward for more contact, more pressure.
Balthus laughed. It sounded smug. Or indulgent. Or maybe he was just enjoying himself. When he began to tease your entrance with a calloused finger, it was playful, sliding through your slick arousal without doing anything to push in like you so desperately needed him to. He had to be able to feel the way your inner muscles were squeezing around nothing, painfully empty. But Balthus just kept teasing. You moaned, using the leverage of your foot on his shoulder to try to get more, make him finger you like you wanted, to make him eat you out like you needed. Instead, he pulled away.
You exhaled sharply, weighing the pros and cons. Asking him to do things was embarrassing. Losing was embarrassing. But you were also not sure if you could handle his teasing.
“I’m not paying you,” you said, peering down at him. Balthus didn’t look at all concerned. When you hesitated, he quirked an eyebrow. That stupid smug smile definitely meant he knew he had won anyway. You blew out a big breath, closing your eyes. “Please make me come,” you asked, choking down the excitable shame of asking for something so vulgar. “Finger me and… eat me out. I just need…” You peeked one eye open. “Please, Balthus?”
“Goddamn,” he said softly, darkly. That was the only answer you got before he dipped his head again, his hair tickling your inner thighs. He finally pushed a finger into you, adding another pretty soon. Your pussy pulsed and squeezed them desperately, your toes curling and a collection of very embarrassing sounds leaving your mouth as they quickly found your g-spot. All the while, he messily tongued your clit, finally giving you the pressure you wanted, licking incomprehensible shapes against the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.
You scraped your nails against his scalp, pulling his hair just a little too hard, and Balthus growled, doubling down on your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. Wickedly filthy now, his calloused fingers relentless against that spongy spot inside of you, filling the room with the slick squish of sex. If that weren’t pornographic enough, it’d be the sounds of his mouth, the wet noises of him torturing your clit in tandem with his thick fingers. It was all you could hear, the movie long forgotten in the background and blood pounding in your ears.
Your back arched, your body practically bowing over the couch. There was no way you weren’t putting too much pressure on his shoulder and your hands were rough in the way they tugged his hair but those things only seemed to make Balthus more enthusiastic. You were begging again, although you weren’t sure what for. He was relentlessly working you to orgasm. If anything, it was almost too much, not giving your mind enough time to catch up with your body and appreciate it properly. Then again, you had been uncomfortably close to the edge for too long. If you didn’t come, you were sure you’d burn from the inside out.
Giving in to the unrelenting crush of pure pleasure, that little coil of heat snapped, your body seizing and mouth falling open in a silent scream, your hands shaking as they tugged weakly at his hair, your hips twitching. Balthus had to hold your hips still as he worked you through your orgasm. You were wet enough for it to drip from his fingers, the sound alarmingly lewd. Not that you particularly cared because, by the time you came down from that high, you felt better than you had in… well, since the last time you did this, probably.
Balthus let you go when you were doing little more than twitching and trying to escape overstimulation, pressing a kiss to your ankle before gently setting that foot onto the ground. It was all you could do to catch your breath, the snap of pleasure leaving you hot and dazed.
“More?” Balthus asked, grinning as he sat back, nonchalantly wiping his face like this was normal. Then again, there was nothing normal about the dark focus in his gaze, or the way his tongue slid across his bottom lip.
You opened your mouth to say yes, to tell him that you wanted to blow him or fuck him or pull his face back between your legs, but nothing came out. Balthus laughed, standing up to artlessly shove his pants out of the way, the fabric bunching halfway down his thighs. His cock sprung up, hard and ready, the head flushed a furious shade of red. You could feel the saliva pooling on your tongue, leaning forward with some half-formed idea about letting him fuck your throat. But Balthus fell onto the couch next to you, stroking himself with a confidence that sparked something hot and nervous up your spine right to the base of your skull.
“Come on, babe,” he said invitingly. “Best seat in the house.”
All the nervous tension puffed out from you with a little laugh at the terrible line. It was stupid but—and not that you’d ever tell him—you liked it. You liked how comfortable Balthus was to be with, liked the way he could make this all feel so normal, liked how he made you believe it was fine to enjoy it. “You’re corny,” you muttered as you got your jelly legs to cooperate so you could toss a leg over his to straddle him. Balthus laughed again, the sound rumbling in his chest. Part of you wanted to take a moment to get his shirt out of the way, suddenly a bit insulted that he was wearing one in the first place, but there wasn’t time. Balthus had a way of making you feel like a desperate teenager, fumbling around the dark driven only by hormones and the reckless drive of youth. But you liked that too.
“You know you love me,” he teased, using one hand to slide his dick through your folds. The feeling of the smooth head bumping against your swollen clit before catching on your dripping hole killed whatever clever retort you had planned.
And then it was just Balthus. His big, hot hand on your hip as you slowly sunk down onto him, his cock slowly filling up your cunt, his hard chest beneath your hands. His fingers were fantastic and dexterous, but there was nothing like this. Inexorable fullness, connection. You let out a shaky moan, your eyes closing as your sweaty forehead fell against his. And Balthus, despite how impatient he always seemed to be, let you take it nice and slow, rolling your hips and luxuriating in every inch. He had both hands on your hips now, his fingers flexing just a bit too hard as proof of his anticipation, but he didn’t really groan until you were fully seated. You might have made a sound but it was all lost on you, your mind wiped clean of any coherent thought as you adjusted to his size.
Well, not completely wiped.
“I do love you,” you said, the words catching on a moan from the way his hips jumped at hearing that. Sometimes you got the feeling that those words were more effective than anything else you could say, the thing he truly wanted to hear. Not that you were much different.
“It feels kinda cheap to say it now,” Balthus told you lowly, his voice distracted and low enough to rumble in his chest, you could practically feel it in your own. He was so handsome, so perfect. It struck you right then with an intensity that almost surprised you, your staggering amount of affection for this wild, horrible, wonderful man.
“It’s true,” you insisted, shifting up and getting him to tilt his head with you so you could watch with half-lidded eyes the way his expression changed as you slipped back down. Those big brows furrowed, his lips flushed red and parted, his dark lashes sweeping little shadows over his cheekbones. The body beneath you, inside of you, was hot and tense and solid, straining for more yet not daring to take too much. It was sweet and intimate in the same way it was hot and filthy. Maybe those could all be the same thing too, mixing and melding in the little bubble that surrounded the two of you. A shiver shook through you, pleasure making your walls flutter and squeeze around him, your body just as deliriously depraved as you felt. Exhaling weakly, you rolled your hips just to feel how deep he was, how perfectly your bodies fit together. “I love you,” you whispered, tugging on his hair. Balthus groaned lowly, his head falling back to reveal his perfectly pale neck, the tendons flexing and throat bobbing as he swallowed.
“You know I love you, pal,” he said, a different sort of reverence in his voice. Maybe it should have been cheap like he said, especially when he used that dumb nickname, but he was a rotten liar and when he looked at you, you could practically feel his adoration. “Of course… I’d rather just show you.”
“Then do,” you whispered, emboldened by the thrill of lust and love.
Balthus groaned, rolling his hips, pulling you off his cock enough to properly thrust into you. The next time, you lifted yourself, moaning loudly when his hips caught yours on the way down, the edge of roughness making the pleasure that much more intense. So full, you swore you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock against your sensitive walls, feel the way your pussy tried to suck him deeper every time you pulled off. Your mouth fell open, hands tightening on his shoulders. The couch creaked as you picked up the pace, needing more. Always more, always faster, hotter, always Balthus.
When you peered at him from beneath your eyelashes, you could see the smile that nudged up the corner of his mouth, cocky and excited. Awful, terrible man. He was the worst. Probably the most horrible man in the world. And you loved him desperately. Your hands let go from bracing on his shoulders to cup his face, pulling his mouth to yours in an attempt to wipe away that smug look. But Balthus’s mouth tasted like you, salty and musky and unspeakably erotic, and even as he deepened the kiss, you got the sense he was smiling that wild, victorious smile.
👉👈 When you have the time and feel like doing so could you please write about possible workout sex with Balthus and/or Priam?
Y'know what? Balthus is finally in FEH, so let's celebrate with some hot and steamy workout sex~
Balthus (FE3H) x GN Reader - workout sex
NSFW 18+
If there truly is a goddess, she clearly means to test you today. A veritable feast of sweat-sheened skin over powerful muscle continuously pulls your gaze toward your lover at the other end of the training grounds. Balthus' gaze is fixed firmly on the body target before him, and as he throws blow after blow with weighted training gauntlets, you can already see the odd splinter go flying skyward.
More impressive than his technique in your eyes is his physique, thoroughly exposed as he wears only trousers, boots, and the aforementioned gauntlets. From bulging arms to tight, hard abs, and even the artfully defined contours of his back- it's simply too much to keep your focus on your own practice. You'd known he'd make for an unbearable distraction the moment you arrived to find Balthus mid-workout. Unfortunately, it's quite late in the evening, and with no one else around, he immediately noticed you and greeted you with a broad smile, and turning around seemed off the table. Now, a heart-fluttering fifteen minutes later, you're not nearly as far along in your own training routine as you ought to be, and his muscled body is looking more and more tempting.
Before long, you've set aside your practice blade, and your legs are carrying you to him despite yourself. With your hands clasped behind your back as you reach him, you say,
"Hey, uhm, Balthus...?"
"Hey babe," he says with a smile, casual as can be. You pick up his subtle, masculine scent, and at this proximity, the difference in your heights and size is wonderfully apparent. Goddess, you're acting like some blushing maiden- as though you and Balthus hadn't already shared a bed a handful of times. Damnit, thinking of that is only making it worse.
"I was hoping- if you're not busy- that maybe, if you wanted, you'd help me out a bit with, er, hand-to-hand combat? Since it's not my specialty or anything and you've offered before, so," you realize you're rambling, and so you lamely finish, "yeah."
Balthus gives a good-natured chuckle and turns fully toward you while removing the weighted gauntlets,
"Of course! No need to be so dodgy about it, you know. I offered to help and I meant it."
And for some time, you make an admirable effort. Balthus watches as you demonstrate what you're familiar and comfortable with thus far- but the moment his lesson becomes more hands-on, your restraint starts to bend. One hand at your lower back and another along your arm, he demonstrates how to more effectively throw a punch with the greatest impact. Other than your pulse, you manage not to react to his hands on your body at first. But then, he kneels to examine your footing.
"You gotta widen your stance, or you'll topple right over," he comments, and at first, you simply nod. Then, the warmth of his touch trailing up your inner thigh and guiding your legs apart very nearly causes your knees to go weak.
Balthus hums for a moment, low and unusually contemplative. Then, he stands behind you, and his hands slowly run up along your sides,
"You're acting a whole lot like you want something, babe," his low voice rumbles against your ear, "maybe even like you need something."
"Balthus," you try to say as sternly as you're able. He merely chuckles and turns you by the waist to face him.
"I had a feeling you were looking my way earlier. Guess I was right. C'mon, you can admit it- you just couldn't keep your eyes off of me." he wears a devilish grin, though you pout and turn your face from him, mumbling,
"We're supposed to be training..."
You've barely gotten the words out when Balthus' powerful arms sweep you up off your feet, and he heads toward the edge of the training grounds.
"Don't you worry, babe- I've got a hell of a workout in mind for us."
He carries you around the row of pillars surrounding the perimeter of the training grounds, and sets you on your feet- though only for a moment. With a hand on the pillar at your back, he wears a charmingly slanted grin and says,
"Want me to show you what these muscles can really do?"
Surely he can see the blatant lust in the way your eyes scan his body. Your face and body burn, but you swallow, then wordlessly nod. His eyes guide yours down his torso to where his hands undo the front of his pants, freeing the veined, thick length of his manhood. Your breath catches for a moment seeing him so hard and ready for you in the open like this. Perhaps your joint training had more of an effect on him than he'd let on.
A hand gripping under your thigh and an arm around your waist, Balthus lifts you up against the stone, and your legs naturally wrap around his hips for leverage. It's nearly an unnecessary effort though- he's easily strong enough to support you on his own. With one hand, he tugs your breeches down your thighs just enough to have access to your needy little hole. Your lips part, allowing a soft, sighing whimper as the warm tip of his cock presses against your entrance- though not yet pushing inside.
"Mmm, you're really hot and ready for me, aren't you?" he groans into your ear, his breath heavy against your skin. Your arms draw around his broad shoulders, bringing your body flush to his.
"Balthus, please-" you whine softly, "I need you..."
"Didn't know a good workout could get you so riled up," he says with a chuckle, firmly rubbing the length of his cock between your thighs, "Guess I'd be lying if I said I didn't get it though."
The throbbing head of his cock begins to push into you, the incredible girth of it stretching you out around him. Balthus grits his teeth and groans as you squeeze around him. You're already panting aloud; the feeling of his hard, sweat dewed body against yours, the shifting and flexing of his muscles as he holds you in place- it's simply too much. Your fingers tangle into his wild mane of hair, clinging to him as the careful but firm thrusts of his hips push him deeper and deeper into you. He gradually works you around his cock until he's sheathed fully inside of your warm, tight body.
He pulls away, then bucks his hips towards you, stuffing you full of his length so hard and deep that you gasp and your nails rake along the back of his neck. But he doesn't let up, his new pace firm and steady, fucking into you while trapping you between his body and the pillar behind you. He moans for you, his voice low and husky, and you feel his biceps tense as he holds you in place to be filled with him over and over.
"You... looked so damn good working up a sweat before," he says amidst his relentless thrusts, "Your body drives me completely crazy- ngh... damn," he breathes out heavily, "You just squeezed around me, babe."
"You- feel suh- so good...!" you moan between panting gasps of pleasure. You feel his huge member throb and swell out against your constricting walls. Balthus' hold on you tightens, lifting you up a bit and holding you close. Your thighs tremble around his hips as he pistons into you and your insides cling and coil around him in turn. Finally, with a rush that travels up your spine, you feel your climax take you and your eyes roll back.
"Balthus-!" you whimper his name as he fucks you through your orgasm, his pace never easing for a moment.
"Don't... think you can relax just- just yet..." he groans into your ear. His breathing is heavy and uneven, his thrusts deeper and faster. He only pulls out of you just enough to give you both the friction you need so badly- as though he simply can't bear to leave your warmth even for a second. Your weight and the strength of his abdomen keep you firmly against him, wrapped around his full length. Yet eventually, you feel him shudder, his posture tightening. It takes all of your focus to help even a little to keep yourself in place for him. You still feel weak and hazy from your climax. But Balthus is close, and you desperately need to feel him cum for you.
He moans your name, then presses his lips to yours. His kiss is all passion- graceless and intense, and you can't help but match his pace. Your tongues wrestle and you moan against him as, at last, his hips falter and his cock twitches, pulses. With one last strangled moan, Balthus begins to pump you full of an incredible amount of cum. As though bolstered by the physical exertion, he cums harder than you've ever felt before, mindless thrusts coating his cock in your combined release. At last, with one final push, the rush of his orgasm gradually begins to subside. Then, with a sigh of relief, he carefully pulls out from you, but holds onto you a moment longer.
"You... you good to stand?" he pants out.
"yu-yeah, I think."
He gingerly sets you on your feet, keeping an arm at your waist to support you. With a heavy exhale, he gives a short laugh and says,
"Damn, you might be the best training partner I've ever had."
Yo uh,,, those nsfw balthus headcanons👀 got any more up your sleeve??👁👁
⇾ nsfw nsfw nsfw / tw: just explicit language
⇾ reqs: open !
a/n: of course i have more up my sleeve, i always have nsfw up my sleeve- there was another balthus fucker ask but i’m saving that one for a possible drabble. anyways enjoy !! - marie
⇾ vocal. he says what he feels, and he doesn’t censor the more vulgar things on his mind when he’s fucking you. he doesn’t intentionally try to embarrass you, but oh boy, if he notices your flushed cheeks he’s laying it on thick.
⇾ balthus likes to use his mouth a lot during sex, whether it be via kissing, biting, talking dirty, or indulging you below the belt. he once told you he was insatiable and you laughed at him, shaking your head and missing the glimmer in his eye. it wasn’t until much later, when his head was between your legs and his tongue was moving earnestly against your clit that you realized what he meant.
he’s almost obscene in how messy he is- he’ll come up after leaving you a shaking mess, face dripping wet with your release as he crashes his mouth against yours and goes straight into round two. he’s always hungry for more.
⇾ very seldom is it just one round with balthus- not when he has the strength of a thousand men and the sex drive to prove it. even after you’ve both come and your legs are shaking he keeps going, starting off slow but picking up the pace as he chases climax after climax with you. there’s always some level of overstimulation with balthus. it’s usually unintentional, as he’s too fuck-drunk to realize how many times he’s made you come around his cock, but when he does take notice he becomes quite the experimentalist.
he ponders aloud how many times he can get you to come until you’re nothing but a babbling mess, acting on his newfound speculation with deep, harsh thrusts. he watches your facial expressions carefully, revelling in your high pitched whimpers and moans and asking you condescendingly if it feels good, if he should go harder.
⇾ very obviously has a size kink, but it goes past just watching you struggle to take his dick while he fucks you. there’s something about seeing your dainty hands slowly wrap around him, lips barely touching the thick tip of his head that has him fighting the urge to grab your hair and jut his hips forward. if you let him fuck your face he’s in heaven, groaning loudly as you struggle to take as much of his length in your mouth as you can. he all but growls when he hits the back of your throat, all the while praising you with a salacious grin.
⇾ his strength gets the better of him sometimes, especially in the heat of the moment. this leaves you with bruises in places you didn’t know were possible, and headboards that become a hassle to get replaced. one positive of his abnormal strength is that no matter how heavy you may convince yourself to be, balthus can always pick you up one-handed. this leads to…. interesting positions.
Summary: How they would react to meeting the reader’s ex-partner.
༓Felix Hugo Fraldarius
Felix is not going to hide the fact that he is irritated because they showed up. He’s going to come across as aggressive with a tongue full of sharp responses that will annoy your ex. The second thing that’s going to be sharp is the sword at his waist, resting and which Felix’s hand is openly gripping. Out of everyone, he is going to be the one to use violence. They don’t stand a chance against him which he wants them to know, thus, they can leave you alone.
༓Balthus von Albrecht
He’ll laugh about it, not out of humor, but rather that you dated someone like them. Aside from that Balthus would ignore or pay half attention to them, openly showing no interest in them. However, Balthus is going to step in as soon as they show any aggressive body language. Balthus won’t hit them, but he won’t be gentle either and any type of idiotic reason that your ex will use is going to just make Balthus annoyed.
༓Seteth
Seteth is far too mature to feel threatened or bothered by meeting your ex because there is a reason why you’re with him instead of them. Seteth would find it childish, at his age, to act possessive or jealous like young men. Or so he thinks. Not fully aware that his tone is coming across as passive-aggressive or that Seteth is shaking hands with your ex just a little too hard, nearly crushing it with his strength.
༓Leonie Pinelli
She wants to keep her encounter with them short because she simply doesn’t want to deal with them. Leonie will find them annoying to bother you or her, and she’ll tell them that to their face, trying to make it loud and clear for Leonie to stop. It is well-known that she is a straightforward woman and this situation isn’t any different. There is no point, in her mind, to deal with them if it’s only going to bring discomfort and Leonie is going to stay close to you during the time that your ex is here.
༓Caspar von Bergliez
Casper’s worried that the ex is there to harass you which is why he’ll start an argument even if your ex hadn’t said or done anything yet. If your ex isn’t there to bother you then Casper will calm down, but keep an eye on them during the time that they are there. However, if your ex has wronged you, either past or present, Casper is going to start a fight. He’ll win, but you’ll have to help patch him up.
How they’d be as a boyfriend/girlfriend and how marriage would be with them/how they’d be as a husband/wife with Balthus?
I don’t think about Balthus often so,, sorry if this is not great
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“Send me a character and I’ll tell you how I think they’d be as a boyfriend/girlfriend, how/when I think they’d propose, what the wedding might be like, and how they’d be as a husband/wife”
Balthus von Albrecht
As a Boyfriend
This gets interesting depending on when he’s your boyfriend...
I imagine if you dated him before he had to disappear from the bounties he would show you off like crazy! Gifts are also an often occurrence! Once he’s in abyss he’s not incredibly different per say, just like.. more wary about being out with you and such...
But as a boyfriend hes doting in like.. unconventional ways?? I can’t think of an example but c’mon hes a himbo!!!
Proposal
I can honestly see him like in the middle of a battle when he kinda goes “when this is all over... I want to be with them!” So mans just kinda proposes in the middle of battle??? Yeah.
But otherwise he’d probably propose at least in front of or with the help of the Ashen Wolves. He’s not one for a long dramatic speech but I think it’d be cute if he sorta started one but half way through abandons that and just puts the ring on your finger.
Wedding
Medium... it’s by no means small, as it’s a big event down in abyss, but also it is small in comparison to nobles weddings or whatnot.
All the wolves are there 100% and many of your old classmates too (likely more of the deer than any other house) and Holst even makes a surprise visit too!!
Marriage
He strikes me as one of the boys who would like to travel Fódlan when the war is over. He’d start with Alliance territory as a way to visit his old home and you might even eventually travel outside of Fódlan!
“Balthus managed to get into trouble around every turn, but [Y/N] was always right behind him ready to patch up his wounds after.”
ANON ASKED: Can we get some headcanons for how Yuri and Balthus would cheer up their S/O when they have a bad day?
A/N: h n n my boys. did i mention how much i love balthus and how much this butters my biscuits??? he’s such a babe. anyway here you go!! -mod futaba
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YURI
( ⚜ ) you come home, frustrated and clearly upset. yuri takes notice as you storm up into the bedroom and flop onto the bed, on the edge of tears. he’d instantly prepare you your favorite meal, grab one of your favorite blankets, and march up into the room.
( ⚜ ) yuri doesn’t really have a good hold on his emotions, but when it comes to you -- what he wouldn’t do for you. he can sense your emotions almost immediately.
( ⚜ ) he isn’t one to ask if you’re okay, either, because he knows you aren’t. instead of wasting his breath on such an obvious question, yuri would much rather fix the problem.
( ⚜ ) yuri would wrap you up in the blanket, and never let go. you’d be locked in his arms forever -- until your stomach starts to growl, upon which he’d hold the plate of food in your lap and you’d be free to eat the delicious cooking he made.
( ⚜ ) he’d ask you to play a board game with him after a while. perhaps in the middle of it, yuri will casually ask you what happened, when you are much calmer, so you both can have a tranquil conversation.
BALTHUS
( ⚜ ) “alright, who am i punching? who made my baby cry?”
( ⚜ ) he pulls you into his arms and lets you cry into his shoulder, telling you all sorts of loving things like, “honey, it’s going to get better. i promise” or “i’m here for you, pumpkin.” the sweet nicknames start flowing and they do not stop.
( ⚜ ) balthus is a cuddler when he knows you had a bad day. he’d listen to your rants while stroking your hair and be attentive to your words. if it was about someone that caused you to have a bad day, balthus would literally threaten to beat them to a pulp.
( ⚜ ) once you get your emotions out, balthus tries to take your mind off it by taking you on a walk around town, or going somewhere peaceful. of course, he’d rather be out there, gambling and fighting, but honestly -- you are so much more important than any of that.
( ⚜ ) when you haven’t laughed in awhile, balthus will ruffle up your hair or make a funny face to get you to laugh again. he knows your bad day is bothering you, and he’d do anything to keep your mind busy.
