J is for Jealousy prompt 2 “Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?” For Claude Von Riegan. He’d def be the type to let you go out and then shame you for not being present
It's hard to concentrate when the feeling that you're being watched is ever-present, the skin on the back of your neck tingling unpleasantly. The fact that you're aware of it at all is a sign Claude is doing it purposefully - if he wanted to keep an eye on you without you knowing, it'd be more than easy for him to accomplish. He was being exceedingly obvious, though, the corners of his bright eyes always crinkled with fake mirth whenever you caught his gaze for the nth time tonight.
It was ridiculous, honestly. Claude had been the one to invite you out in the first place, even providing you with a new outfit for the occasion. Sure, it had been tailored to his tastes, but you weren't going to turn down one of the newly-crowned leaders in the kingdom at large. It's not like you and Claude hadn't been flirting over the years, playing a game of cat-and-mouse that never seemed to find the right time to conclude.
But here you were at a fancy Leicester gala in order to celebrate the dawn of a new era, having arrived on Claude's arm to more than a few stares and cheers. Being on Claude's arm meant you were a hot topic of discussion, and even more sought after was the chance to steal a dance with you in hopes to glean any information about him.
You really hadn't expected Claude to be so... Jealous? Upset? It was hard to tell as you were whisked from person to person, Claude himself stuck in endless conversation with the lords and ladies who'd come to ask for his favor in some way. They didn't know Claude at all. They didn't know that keeping him away from you, the one thing he truly wanted tonight, was doing them no favors.
His eyes hadn't left your form for an instant, and his patience was growing thin with the meaningless drivel being spoken at him. Claude watches as you're spun around by your dance partner, and when they attempt to dip you, Claude breaks.
"Excuse me," he says, brusk. It's still polite, but it's enough to get the small crowd around him to instantly part as he beelines toward you. You let out a gasp when you're spun around again only to see Claude stalking toward you, determined gaze on his face. It only takes a moment for him to clear the distance. Without hesitating, he pries your dance partner off of you and shoots them a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'd like a dance with my date if you don't mind."
The person you'd been dancing with practically stumbles over themselves to apologize, scurrying away as fast as they can. You huff as Claude pulls you into position, his expression showing that he wasn't sorry in the least bit.
"Really, Claude? You could have at least let that poor man finish his dance with me." Claude raises an eyebrow at your words as he begins to move in time with the music, forcing you to follow his steps.
"Shouldn't you be spending more time with me?" Claude's gaze darkens, and your throat suddenly feels very dry. He pulls you closer so that you're chest-to-chest, the action inappropriate in such a formal setting. He doesn't seem to care, though. "I've spent long enough playing this game with you," Claude murmurs, swaying with you in time to the music. His gaze, like it had all night, never leaves yours. "Don't you know that you belong to me?"
Okay hopefully I'm not late but love letters and jealousy for Dimitri 👀
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Dimitri would be remiss to ever admit to it (other than perhaps Sylvain cajoling it out of him at some point—), but he gets extremely jealous - the kind of jealous that forces him to go to the training grounds and work out his anger before he does something terrible. It’s the little things that get to him, like watching his darling laugh at someone else’s joke or someone greeting them with a hug. Both things - making his darling laugh and casual affection with them - are things he struggles with. It makes his jealousy even more dangerous.
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Dimitri is never angry at his darling, though. No, he reserves his rage for the unfortunate person who doesn’t understand that his darling belongs to him. Dimitri knows that on some level, his behavior is wrong. He makes up for it by putting his darling on a pedestal, and any anger that may spark from their (which is hard to do, since Dimitri adores them an unhealthy amount) interaction with others is always redirected at the other party.
Dimitri struggles to walk the line between the benevolent king and the ‘boar king.’ A yandere Dimitri has to fight the part of him that thirsts for stomping out anything that stands in his way. He can’t give in to that primal side of him any longer, but it’s impossible to ignore the build-up of it over time.
When that time comes - when his jealousy has reached its breaking point - the king always leaves for a ‘hunt' with his most trusted friends, his darling left behind. It’d be too dangerous, Dimitri will tell them. They can stay at the castle, and enjoy a few days to do as they please. In reality, he doesn’t want them to witness the violence he’s about to enact on the first group of bandits he runs into.
His friends, of course, won’t go against the king’s wishes. As long as it keeps Dimitri happy, they’ll indulge him by joining him on his hunts, ignoring the fact that they’re hunting humans instead of game.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Dimitri struggles immensely in this department. He’s just… awkward. No matter how many lessons he gets from Sylvain, or how much advice he gets from Ingrid, or how many times Felix tells him to stop being an idiot and just ‘tell them…’ He keeps his feelings to himself. It’s not until Dedue, always looking out for Dimtri’s well-being, says he could tell his future darling in his place does Dimitri realize he needs to do something before someone else does.
(Although if someone were to start courting his darling before he did… He would have no problem disposing of them.)
Eventually, he decides to let his feelings be known by way of writing a letter. It takes him several tries because he breaks multiple quills and knocks ink onto the paper out of nerves. The final product is… messy. The writing is hard to read, and the paper is crumpled, but the words Dimitri wrote are straight from his heart.
If his darling responds in the same way, Dimitri will barely be able to contain himself. He rushes into a courtship, as he fears something will happen to them if he doesn’t wed them as soon as he can. Dimitri is still quite awkward around them but does his best to show that he very much enjoys being with him.
What his darling doesn’t know is that he’s loved them from afar for such a long time. Dimitri kept tabs on them and watched them nearly nightly. He just… couldn’t bare to be without them, even if they didn’t know he was there. Dimitri had to make sure they were safe, until he could take care of them himself.
If his darling responds to the letter with a rejection… Sylvain will intervene before they approach Dimitri. He’s not subtle with his threats, telling them that it’d be in their best interest to rethink their answer… Dimitri’s the savior king, and they’re trying to reject him? No, they must just be shy. Well, Dimitri approached them directly - no need to be shy. It’s an honor to be chosen by a king, let alone one with the reputation that Dimitri has. So they’ll say yes, right? They just were nervous? If they don’t, well… Who knows what may happen to their family’s status, or their family themselves…
Even if, later on, they tell Dimitri that they ‘never wanted this,’ he’ll ignore them. They’re just trying to upset him. Dimitri loves them, and that’s all there is to it. Even if they don’t love him yet… they will. He knows it.
last post made me want to ask: who are your fave controversial characters. why do u love them. i want to know your personal lore. send me an ask about it.
one of my controversial faves is, ofc, miss edelgard von hresvelg and it's cause i find her to be one of the, if not THE, most complex fire emblem lords. thank you too my wife for helping me see the edie light
i KNOW that dimitri is the type of guy to fold his partner in half whilst he eats them out/sucks them off. it takes him no effort to maneuver you in whatever way he wants, but something about you being fully presented to him gets him going on a primal level. his technique is sloppy but so, so enthusiastic. he's quick to pick up on what you like, but he's a bit of a menace and prefers to use his mouth + tongue on you like a wild animal. very fitting, for him.
You have to sacrifice things during a war – everyone in the Black Eagle Strike Force was well aware of that fact. War didn’t discriminate between the ‘winning’ side and the ‘losing’ side, as if there ever really existed such a thing. It didn’t matter how strong Edelgard’s army was; there was always someone around the corner, always a plan that needed to be made and executed. You, of course, were well aware of this. It was hard not to be when your husband, Hubert, was Edelgard’s right-hand man.
Though you’d accepted long ago that your beau would always have the well-being of Lady Edelgard and the Adrestian Empire at the back of his mind, it still didn’t make it any easier when the ongoing war kept Hubert away from you. It wasn’t the two of them versus the world any longer – Edelgard had the support of her classmates. Gone were the days at the Monastery that forced Edelgard and Hubert to only rely on each other. Dorothea had practically taken Hubert’s place by Edelgard’s side, providing an intimate bond for Edelgard that Hubert hadn't. It was Dorothea’s connection with Edelgard that forced Hubert to expand his relationships. You were glad for it because it led him to you.
The war had come to a point where the Black Eagle Strike Force could return to the Adrestian Empire in preparation for the final push from whatever remained of the resistance. The stress was taking its toll on everyone in the army, but it was markedly present in Hubert. Even Caspar, ever optimistic, had become uncharacteristically serious as the hours ticked by. It was like pulling teeth to get anyone in the Strike Force to rest, let alone take a moment for themselves. Lady Edelgard herself had put her foot down, telling Hubert that he was to rest tonight instead of spending the night repeatedly going over strategy.
Hubert had been the lone occupant of the war room until Edelgard walked in, her expression set into something he recognized - determination. He could already tell that she was going to tell him to get some rest, so Hubert began to gather up the documents in front of him before she had even opened her mouth.
The moment the table was cleared, Edelgard had spoken, telling Hubert that he needed to rest - he couldn't argue with her, nor did he want to. He thinks of you and sighs, knowing that retiring to the room he shared with you was the best option. It's not that Hubert didn't want to spend time at night relaxing in his shared quarters - he fiercely missed you - but he wanted to ensure there would be a future to spend as much time with you as he could. Hubert bids Edelgard a good night, his appreciation for her intervention evident on his face, and exits the room to begin walking towards his shared quarters with you.
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You can barely concentrate on the book in your hands, your eyes threatening to shut every few moments. Though you desperately wanted to wait up for Hubert, the desire for sleep was beginning to take over the forefront of your mind. You try to blink the bleariness away, looking back at the words on the page - it was a scandalous novel that Hubert had pilfered from the Adrestian library, featuring some interesting uses of magic. The book had been read many times by both of you, your favorite passages dog-eared. Your thought process had been that the contents of the novel could fight off your urge to sleep. It had worked, for a time. It was easy to imagine Hubert taking the place of the broody yet talented sorcerer and yourself as the sorcerer's beloved spouse. You're about to place the book to the side and turn in for the night when you hear the turn of the lock and see the ward from the doorway glow faintly before it disperses. The tiredness that had nearly overcome you is wiped away at the thought of Hubert coming back earlier than usual. It was a rare treat to see him before you fell asleep, and you can't stop the giddy feeling that rises in your chest.
Hubert walks through the threshold a moment after the ward disperses, his exhaustion clear on his face. A deep sigh leaves his chest as he redoes the ward before he turns around and looks to the bed.
Hubert smiles when he sees you laid upon the bed, still awake, with a familiar book in hand. One of his eyebrows quirks up, and you can already feel warmth blooming on your face. Hubert gives you an appreciative look before he speaks, his eyes roaming over the exposed skin that the simple black slip you were wearing let show. The slip wasn't anything extravagant, but Hubert didn't need it to be to appreciate you.
“Falling asleep while reading, dove? With that book?” Hubert’s deep voice sends a pleasant chill running up your spine. Hubert’s smile turns into a familiar smirk – though many of your friends had found Hubert’s appearance frightening (especially his infamous smirk), you’d always found his looks breathtaking. He wasn’t bright and shiny, but brooding and dark. His eyes were the most unusual shade of yellow, almost catlike. To you, they were beautiful. Despite how many times you’d gazed upon him, it was hard not to stare at Hubert.
You let out a laugh at his observation, patting the bed next to you. "Well, I've read this one so much I practically have it memorized." Hubert chuckles, soft, and approaches the bed before he leans down to give you a gentle kiss.
“It's not a bad book to have memorized,” Hubert says, a teasing note in his voice.
You hum quietly in assent, nuzzling your nose against his before Hubert pulls away. When you glance at your husband, you see that his cheeks are flushed. No matter how long you'd been together, affection still flustered him. It was charming to see someone like Hubert, gloomy and intimidating, with pink dusting his cheeks. "You're cute," you murmur, earning a chuckle from him.
"Only for you," He replies, giving you another sly smile. Hubert steps away from the bed and starts to slowly disrobe, taking off his heavy cloak first. It's easy for you to see how tense he is - even after the cloak is hung, his shoulders sag. Hubert couldn't hide his feelings from you, despite how much he tried when he didn't want you to worry. One look at your husband told you that he needed some serious stress relief.
"Hubert," you start, standing from the bed to make your way in front of him. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on. You wordlessly lift one of his hands, primly pulling his glove off. You repeat your action on his other hand, earning a huff from Hubert. "Let me help you." You say, reaching up to cup his cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs, letting you continue. You begin to undo the complicated buttons and clasps that keep his uniform together, Hubert's eyes on you the whole time. It's clearly affecting him, though you choose to ignore the obvious bulge as you start undoing his pants. You begin to talk as you continue your work. "I can see how stressed you are, love. Let me help you relax."
Hubert eyes you with anticipation, his eyes flicking to the book before he looks back at you. "Feeling inspired, are we?"
Another piece of clothing is removed. "Maybe," you reply, letting your hand trail across his still-covered chest. Hubert helps you as you slide him out of his shirt, raising his arms before he suddenly brings them back down around your waist, pulling you close. Your face grows warm, Hubert's familiar scent flooding your nostrils. "Hey," you pout. "I'm not done with your clothes yet."
Hubert presses a kiss to the top of your forehead and leans back to look at you, a pointed expression in his gaze. "Perhaps I want to relax in another way." A tendril of Hubert's dark magic licks up your skin, gentle and questioning. Its effects are immediate, sending a thrill through your body - you shiver pleasantly in Hubert's tender grasp, biting your lower lip. Hubert lets the tendril continue stroking your arm, watching your expression. "Do you want to give in, love? Will you let me have my way with you?"
"Yes," you breathe, nodding eagerly. "Always, Hubert."
(The first time you'd experimented with Hubert's dark magic in the bedroom had been inspired by one of the several salacious books Hubert had pilfered from the library's removed section in Seteth's old office. You trusted Hubert implicitly, his skill and control when it came to magic impeccable. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before - being held still by strong dark magic while countless tendrils of it ravaged your body, all with Hubert in control.
You'd been surprised by how real the tendrils the spell Hubert had learned for the occasion felt. They could be made in varying sizes, though they all felt similar on the outside. Cool and slick, though not unpleasantly so. It had only taken Hubert a few tries on test objects to gain control of how tightly they squeezed, and it hadn't been long before the tendrils were snaking along your limbs.
It had been a long and very fun night.)
"Mm," Hubert hums, letting the tendril creep further up your arm until it's caressing your collarbones. "I need to hear you say it." Hubert would never hurt you, that you were sure of - he wouldn't press further unless it was what you wanted. And you did, of course you did—
"Do whatever you want with me," you say, letting yourself melt into his embrace. "I want it, p-please."
Hubert's expression turns carnal, red blush painting his cheekbones. "As you wish, my dear."
Another tendril of magic appears from Hubert's hand and slides its way up your arm before moving in tandem with the first tentacle to remove your slip. Hubert hums in appreciation when your bare chest is revealed, letting one of the tendrils flick teasingly across your nipples. The teasing touch makes the buds harden and you exhale a quiet moan, intending for your soft cry to rile Hubert up even further. Hubert tuts and the tendrils withdraw upward to caress your neck and cheek instead.
Just as he couldn't hide things from you, you couldn't hide anything from him.
"Playing coy, love?" Hubert wraps one of the tendrils around your neck but puts no pressure down. "Is that the type of thing you'd like tonight? For me to treat you like a slut?" The last word is spat out with venom that makes your face run even hotter.
"Yes," you reply, and the tendril around your neck squeezes lightly. "Please," you add.
"As you wish." Hubert sneers and pulls a mess of tendrils from seemingly nowhere, using the bunch of them to maneuver you back to the bed. They don't let go of you once you're back on the bed, roaming over your body hungrily - they were an extension of Hubert himself, and right now, he wanted to feel every bit of you that he could. The touches from them make you squirm, the mass of them pleasurable but mildly ticklish. Hubert's careful to avoid any areas you want him to touch, guiding the tendrils just so over your bare skin. His sharp gaze is trained on your face, not needing to see his magic to know where it was touching you.
Your mouth parts in an 'O' shape as some of the tendrils tease themselves along your inner thighs, their touch achingly close to where you want them. You want to beg for Hubert to touch you, but you know any begging will be met with punishment - a normally welcome aside if you weren't so ready to be fucked. It's a bit embarrassing, how fast your sex had grown slick with need, but you couldn't help it, not when it was Hubert. Whatever plans you'd had to tease him had long gone out the window the second he'd asked to be in control tonight, his expression alone reminding you of the many times you'd happily given in to him.
"It's hard for me to take my time when you make that expression," Hubert muses, directing one of the tentacles to lightly drag itself along your outer lips. The touch is featherlight but it's enough to make you squirm, your body trying in vain to get the tentacle to move where you want it most. The tentacles retract completely and you whine out Hubert's name, earning a 'tsk' from him. "Behave, and I'll give you everything you want." The tendrils reappear, snaking their way around your wrists. Another set wrap around your ankles, both pairs tightening around your flesh. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it ensured you'd stay exactly where Hubert wanted you to. Hubert leans over and cups one side of your face with his cool hand, using his thumb to stroke your bottom lip. "You want me to reward you, don't you, love?"
"Yes, use me, Hubert," you reply, shameless. Any other time you'd be embarrassed by the words falling from your lips, but being with Hubert makes it easy to be honest about what you want. "I trust you," you breathe out, and before you can say another word, Hubert leans in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You moan into his mouth and you feel the magic tied around your body respond, the tendrils tightening for just a moment before returning to a more lax position.
Hubert pulls away, ignoring the tiny whine that falls from your lips when his lips part from yours. He steps back and gives you a slow once-over, letting the tension build as you lightly squirm in your bonds. The magic tendrils tighten as if to tell you to settle down. Hubert's eyes lock on yours, and he cocks his head to the side.
"I think I know what to do with you," he says. Though during another session you might playfully challenge his words, you stay dutifully silent. Your obedience is rewarded by more magic tendrils appearing, the additional appendages wrapping around your body to pull you taut. You groan at the feeling, the tendrils pulling your arms together behind your back and dragging your legs apart so that you were completely exposed to Hubert. The tendrils push you up slightly on your arms so you can't hide your face away, and the warmth that rises on your cheeks earns a fond but dark chuckle from Hubert. "You were so desperate such a moment ago, dove. Are you feeling shy now?"
As Hubert speaks, the tentacles wrap around your chest, tightening around your chest to emphasize it and pushing it gently forward. (You remember vaguely that you’d found the pose he had you restrained in now in one of the books Hubert had picked up at a foreign market - you’d giggled when you’d seen it was called the ‘frog tie’, but your giggles had turned to moans once Hubert had used it on you later. And here you were again, tied up carefully in the same pose—)
You were utterly and completely helpless to move, yet knowing Hubert was the one to put you in your current situation made your lower half grow even wetter. You were sure it'd be gushing all over your thighs if the tendrils hadn't spread your legs apart. One of the tendrils around your leg extends itself to flick across your newly exposed clit, forcing a loud yelp from your mouth. It had grown sensitive from all the build-up and a single touch was enough to have your body trying to curl in on itself, but the tendrils prevented you from doing so.
"H-Hubert," you say, breathless. The tentacle flicks across your clit again and you bite your lip. Another tendril emerges from Hubert's hand and goes straight for your entrance, nudging against it but not pushing itself in. "Fuck," you whimper. Hubert's eyebrow raises at your expletive at the same time he brings a tentacle to your neck, letting the appendage wrap around it as he had done earlier. This time, though, he doesn't hesitate in putting pressure down. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can speak, a tentacle snakes its way into your parted lips. The only thing you manage is a muffled moan, your mind going blank from the amount of stimulus Hubert was doling out to you.
"Such a filthy mouth," Hubert drawls. The tendrils around your neck squeeze down at the same time the tendril in your mouth pushes itself in further, the simultaneous movement sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your sex. "That's not how I've taught you to thank me, is it?" He watches with amusement as you try to talk around the tentacle in your mouth, the muffled words coming through as desperate. He steps forward and tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze - the action is both comforting and humiliating. "Or are you acting so wanton because you want me to wreck you? Is that it?"
You furiously nod and the tentacle in your mouth pulls out without warning, leaving your mouth hanging open as drool runs down the corner of your lip. Hubert's still-gloved hand slides across your lip to wipe it off, his mouth quirked up on one side. "Messy thing, aren't you?" The tendril that had been nudging at your entrance suddenly slides itself in, forcing a loud gasp of pleasure from your mouth. Hubert steps back to get a better look at you, letting his eyes roam the length of your body.
Hubert's cock twitches as he watches you writhe within the magic bonds he'd created for you, the sight of you laid out in front of him almost unbearably erotic. It's enough to make him want to throw everything aside just so he can bury his cock inside of you, his baser instincts attempting to win him over. Hubert wastes no time sliding off his underclothes, his hard cock already leaking precum through the fabric.
The tentacle inside of you slides out just as quickly as it had entered you, leaving an empty feeling inside. You groan as your sex clenches around the air, attempting to make up for the missing pressure inside of you. You barely even notice that Hubert has disrobed completely until he’s nearly on top of you, his hands gripping into either side of your thighs. “Oh,” you breathe, drinking in the sight of his bare cock. “Please, fu—”
Before you can finish speaking, the tentacles around your neck tighten. Your words are cut off into a weak huff as the tentacle continues to squeeze. “Didn’t I warn you about that filthy mouth of yours just a moment ago?” The dark tone of Hubert’s voice makes your stomach flutter, your sex responding by clenching around nothing once more. The tentacles around your throat loosen and you’re immediately babbling an apology, forgetting to take a breath.
“I’m sorry, it just feels so good, please,” Each word falls out with more fervor, your desperation to have Hubert accept your apology apparent. You wanted to be good for him, and you wanted to feel him inside of you, not just his magic.
“My mistake,” Hubert begins, his voice condescending. “I should have known a depraved thing like you needed more attention.” He moves closer to you until his cock is nudging against you, the head sliding between your slick folds. “I’ll give you the attention you crave so badly. No more need to misbehave.”
Hubert doesn’t wait for a response before beginning to push himself in, your wetness allowing him to hilt himself fully inside of you faster than he’d normally pace things. The feeling of your warm walls around him ears a guttural moan from Hubert, prompting you to squeeze down on his cock involuntarily - it was a sound that made the already burning desire in your stomach grow even hotter. Any other time you’d have your arms wrapped around Hubert, but the way you were positioned left you merely looking down at where the two of you were joined. As much as you want to beg for more, you don’t think you could handle it if Hubert drew out things any longer. The tentacles were one thing, but they couldn’t compare to the feeling of his cock inside of you.
You start when you feel a tentacle gently prodding against your asshole, and the thought of being filled on both ends is suddenly all you can think about.
“Is this okay?” Hubert murmurs, the session temporarily paused.
“Yes,” you hurriedly reply. “Please, use me, Hubert.”
“Always so eager, my dove,” Hubert says. The tentacle slips itself into your tight hole without resistance, the tendril itself already slick. As the tentacle slides deeper, it begins to expand in width, stopping at a comfortable size that you and Hubert had used before. It left you filling pleasantly full but not uncomfortably so - and with Hubert’s cock inside of you added to the mix, the feeling itself was divine.
Hubert begins to roll his hips against yours, the tentacle in your ass moving in tandem. His pace is slow, deliberate - you want to beg him to go faster, but you know it’ll only result in Hubert delaying things longer. He knows that you want more - you can see it on his face and feel it in the way he’s keeping his thrusts shallow. Perhaps he did want you to break and beg.
“I need more,” you whine. “I want more,”
“Oh?” Hubert replies. “All you had to do was ask.”
Hubert pulls out until the tip of his cock is all that’s left before he slams back inside of you, the tentacle following suit. It leaves you breathless, and Hubert doesn’t give you any time to recover before he’s fucking you at a merciless pace. It’s almost too much with the way the tentacles around your body squeeze as they hold you in place. One of the tendrils plays with your clit while you’re fucked senseless by Hubert and his dark magic.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak, your mouth falling open as the powerful orgasm washes over. Where you normally expect Hubert to stop, he continues on, keeping up the overwhelming pace with both himself and the tentacle used to fuck you.
“Hu-Hubert,” you gasp. The tentacle that was playing with your clit resumes its ministrations, touching the swollen bud so expertly that a second orgasm is already washing over you. Weaker than the second but still strong, you can only moan as Hubert continues to fuck into you.
“You wanted this,” he says, voice heavy. He sounds so composed compared to you, though there’s a slight shakiness to his voice that you detect. “You asked for more, so I’ll give it to you.”
You nearly wail as the tentacle hovering near your clit begins to touch you again, this time using torturous light touches that make you simultaneously want to beg for more and push it away. Hubert’s unfaltering pace makes it impossible to think about anything but how full you are, and how it feels so good that it’s bordering on painful-
You’re not sure how much you can take when a third orgasm washes over you. It feels good, it does, but there’s a slight ache present in your abdomen that you know will only grow with each subsequent orgasm. Your clit is puffy from the extended stimulation and even the slightest press against it makes you want to curl into yourself, but you can’t. Your eyes well up from the overwhelming nature of it all and tears begin to roll down your hot cheeks.
Hubert’s pace stutters and you know he’s close, that he’s finally going to give in and let himself cum - but you don’t expect his hand to take the place of the tentacle that had been playing with you, his fingers rolling your overstimulated bud between them.
“It’s too much,” you slur, your teary eyes meeting Hubert’s intense gaze.
“Just one more,” Hubert commands. “I want you to give me one more.”
You have no response other than to shakily moan out his name as he rubs your clit, his hips stuttering against yours while he chases his own release. You can’t refuse the building feeling of pleasure in your lower abdomen, so you give in, your fourth orgasm so intense that you shake against your bonds.
Hubert practically growls as he tenses forward, grabbing your hips possessively as he cums. The tentacle in your ass pulses, though nothing emerges from it. There are so many sensations that you can barely focus until Hubert presses his forehead against yours, huffing out a pleased sigh.
“I love you,” he says, soft. He pulls back to smile at you, using his thumb to gently wipe away any tears remaining on your face.
“And I love you,” you reply, voice airy.
Hubert and the tentacle both slide out of you, the sudden emptiness pulling a whine from your throat. Anything else could be dealt with later - all you wanted now was to be held by your lover.
“I’m here,” Hubert says, wrapping one arm around your waist whilst he dispels the rest of the magic he'd been using for the session, making sure to hold you up as the tentacles recede. He lays down next to you and pulls you close. The two of you lay in silence for a few minutes, Hubert simply stroking your hair and holding you while you begin to come down from the intense experience.
"Thank you," you mumble, the words an effort to say. You felt satisfied and sleepy in the best of ways. You close your eyes and let yourself fully relax against Hubert.
"I should be the one thanking you, you know," Hubert replies, the adoration in his voice obvious. You peek your eyes open at him, seeing a gentle smile on his face. "How are you feeling? Does anywhere hurt?"
"Mm," you consider, knowing that the adrenaline from coming down often hid sore spots. You sit up with Hubert's help. "I'm feeling good. Sleepy," you say, failing to suppress a yawn. "Nothing hurts, either."
Hubert nods, moving to get up from the bed. He goes to collect a glass of water for you, remaining on his feet when you take it from him.
"Let me run the bath for you, love." You huff in response and Hubert smiles, clicking his tongue.
"We could just lay in bed," you say, only a little petulant.
"You'll feel better. I've got to change the linens before we go to sleep." Your face grows warm at Hubert's implications, earning a bark of laughter from your husband. "We both made the mess, dear."
"Let me help, at least." Before Hubert can protest you place your glass of water down and attempt to stand, wobbly legs giving you pause. Hubert raises an eyebrow and you wave him off before you flop right back onto the bed. "Ah, maybe in a little bit..." You trail off, but Hubert just waves his hands in response.
"You have done more than enough for me tonight. There's no greater pleasure in this world than taking care of you." Hubert sits back down next to you, pulling you into his lap. His cool skin feels relaxing against your still-heated body, and you practically melt into his arms.
"I wanted to take care of you, though." You reply, feigning a pout. Hubert responds by pulling you even closer, sighing in contentment.
"You did, love." Hubert tilts his head down to press a kiss on your forehead, lingering there before he speaks.
"Let me keep taking care of you tonight, and always."
i already eat up all ur diluc loving his chubby s/o posts BUT brain so full of sylvain rn <33 ik it's been a HOT minute w fe3h, but thoughts on sylvain with a chubby s/o if you don't mind me asking?
SYLVAIN MY BELOVED <333
ohhh, i have many thoughts. pre-timeskip sylvain is, as always, a charmer. it's disingenuous 99% of the time - those closest to him are aware of it, but he often manages to make it work with potential 'conquests' of his. it's no different with a chubby person he has eyes for, at first. i can't see him willing to commit pre TS, so i think he'd view them as a passing fancy more than anything. sylvain would enjoy the softness of them - he thinks they're super cute! there's not a lot of variety in body types at garreg mach, so i think he'd find them particularly exciting. sylvain is a little more invested than usual - wondering how their thighs would feel around his face, or how cute they'd look stuffed full of his cock - and he finds himself daydreaming about them. that's not par for the course - he wants other people to be doing the daydreaming, not him. down bad, but doesn't realize it nor will he admit it.
post-timeskip sylvain is on a mission to make them his. sylvain is older now, more hardened - he still can turn the charm on, but he finds that he wants to romance them genuinely. he appreciates their body even more now - soft where his is hard and scarred, their hands warm in his which are broad and calloused. he dreams of grabbing them by their generous hips and watching as they sink down on his cock, or how hot it would be for them to sit on his face while he drowns in that beautiful body of theirs. he's down bad, still. but this time, he's willing to put in the effort to put a ring on their finger.
tl;dr sylvain is DEF a chubby chaser and would die for a pair of thicc thighs
i need to write. soggy wet dimitri porn. somehow i have yet to write a full fic for him, despite him being one of my all-time faves. i just think it’s very sexy to write about sucking a depressed’s man soul out through his dick so he can finally feel something again, especially when the depressed man is feral and in his armor
Lotus - How does this yandere ultimately view their darling? As someone greater than them and in need or reverence, someone lower than them, or somewhere in between?
The only person that Hubert considers above himself is Lady Edelgard, so it's extremely unlikely that he'd ever place his darling above that esteemed position - but viewing someone as below himself is standard fare for Hubert. His darling will place above most other people around him, as it's what made them catch his eye in the first place.
Primrose - In the yandere’s ideal world, what would their relationship with their darling be like?
Hubert doesn't have a basis for romantic relationships, and as a yandere, his ideals are skewed. For him, an ideal world with his darling would involve keeping them somewhere safe - not locked up, exactly, but always under his watchful eye. Hubert's darling, over time, becomes someone he places on a pedestal despite his initial belief that they belong beneath him. They're something fragile he needs to nurture and protect - in turn, he expects absolutely loyalty and reverence from his darling.
