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honey-katsu · 4 months ago

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Ghostly - ao3

Summary:

The war is over, but King Dimitri still struggles with the ghosts of his past.

Warning: delusions/hallucinations, mild gore/horror, grief, and self-harm (aka Dimitri's trauma coming back to haunt him)

note before we begin: i am chickenKatsu on ao3. I do not give anyone the right to repost my work to another platform unless I’m asked then properly credited. Please support me on ao3 if you like it!

(also this was one of my earliest works, so it’s not as good as it could be tbh. but i can see what i was going for. that’s something, at least)

Wind howled and banged on the windows of the King of Faerghus's private chambers. The winter night air slipped in through the broken window. The dust on the furniture drifted downwards, landing ever so softly on the shoulder of a broken man. This man, the leader of his people and king of a kingdom, did not notice the wind, the chill, or the utter disarray of his room. Nor did he notice the soft knock-knock on the door.

"Your Highness," the person on the other side calls. He stiffens and reaches for his nearby lance, but does not answer. Shadows circle him and multiply, obscuring his vision and blocking his path.

"Your Highness," a feminine voice mocks, stepping out to caress his cheek. " Your Highness... Do you think you deserve that title? After what you put us through?"

The king flinches, but does not respond. "My son," chides another voice in his ear, "you have made our people suffer, and they have died because of you, just like we did. You cannot be king if you cannot protect your people. And you cannot be king if you cannot grant the simple wish of the dead and dying."

“Father, I-” He gripped the dresser, cracking it with his boar-like strength.

"You do not deserve any of this, Dimitri,'' another female voice came forward, shimmering in the moonlight and her form becoming clear. His mother sneered at this pathetic child she had raised. “They gave up their lives for you and continue to do so. You lead hundreds to their deaths daily yet they still welcome you home with open arms. They treat you like the king they said you are. But have you not considered their true intentions? The real reason they treat you like a god?"

Dimitri shook his head, too scared to speak.

His mother and the other ghosts began to snicker. Glenn appeared from around the former queen’s shoulder, regarding the figure in front of him with a blank face and a loathing gaze. Dimitri shrunk under his stare.

Glenn scoffed, "He doesn't even know! How pathetic, Your Highness. ” Turning to the others, he crooned, “Who will do the honors of enlightening our dearest Dimitri, hm?”

“Oh, I will! I will!” A faceless soldier of the kingdom eagerly chirped from the gathered crowd of ghosts. “They are terrified of you! They follow you into battle because it is better than the alternative."

"The alternative..."

"Yes, my child,” his mother sang, tilting his chin upwards. “You could kill them with nothing but your hands. You could kill them simply by doing nothing, like you did to us.”

"No, no no no!" he cried, swinging his lance blindly, shaking and trembling. "Only those who you deem unworthy! Only those who must die for your revenge did I strangle!”

"Dimitri,” called a little voice. He whipped his head around to see a small Duscurian girl looking up at him. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises. Her left eye was grey; her missing right eye was replaced with a bigger, blue eye. It was bleeding, drenching her clothes and the teddy bear she was holding “Why did you kill us? Why did you let us die?"

"I-I did not want you to die,” the king whispered softly. “I tried to save you. But there was nothing I could do-"

"Oh, there is always something you can do." The child reached up, gently brushing her ghostly fingers across Dimitri's neck as if she were caressing a puppy. A demonic grin spread across her face. "You could die."

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“Professor!”

Byleth turned around to see Mercedes running after him and carrying a tray of food. He nodded to his former student.

“Welcome back, Professor. How did your mission go?”

“The knights and I successfully quelled the resistance in Nuvelle,” he replied, “as well as smaller rebellions nearby. Soon, the Kingdom will be able to completely unite Fodlan.”

“That's great news.” Mercedes smiled, but her joy quickly disappeared. With Byleth’s curious look, she continued hesitantly. “But um, I can’t say things have been going so well here while you’ve been gone. He hasn’t eaten in weeks and refuses to leave his room. Every time someone tries to check on him, they come back bruised and terrified.” She sighed, concern painted on her features. “We’re all worried, Professor, even Felix admitted to it.”

“I see.” said Byleth. “Did anyone have any bleeding wounds from their visit with the king?”

Mercedes offered the tray to Byleth. “No, but sometimes their bones would be broken.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Byleth took the tray from Mercedes and changed his direction. “I will take care of this.”

As he walked away, Mercedes could only stare at his back. How fearless the Professor must be to march right into the wounded lion’s den, she thought as she bowed in Byleth’s direction. How selfless and kind he must be to love someone so broken.

“Best of luck, Professor,” she whispered. But Byleth was already gone.

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In front of the king’s chambers, Byleth stopped to gather his thoughts. He mentally prepared for every situation he could come up with. If things went terribly awry, he could always use a Divine Pulse. However, he preferred not to use them for these types of situations. The Pulses are to save lives, and unless Dimitri had killed someone, himself or otherwise, Byleth would not– could not– rewind the past.

With a deep breath, Byleth knocked on the door. “Your Highness,” he called. He waited for a few moments, but there was no answer. He couldn’t hear anything from inside.

He tried again with a gentle rap at the door. “Your Highness? I’ve brought your dinner.”

Again, no response. A muffled yell resounded behind the doors. He heard heavy footsteps and the soft screech of Areadbhar being dragged across the stone floor.

Ah, thought Byleth, as he fiddled with his wedding ring nervously. It is worse than I thought this time.

“Dimitri, I’m coming in.” Byleth warned.

Slowly opening the door, he found that things had been worse than he anticipated. Dust covered almost every surface and floated in the air, stirred by the breeze. The dresser corner was crushed. The curtains, bedsheets, and walls had large gashes in them. Shattered glass lay at the floor by the windows. The dresser door was unhinged, and clothes were scattered around the room. The tapestry of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus had been trampled on and stabbed so many times Byleth could hardly see the symbol anymore.

But he couldn’t find Dimitri. Panic began to rise in Byleth. He set the tray down and rushed around the room. He checked the bathroom and the large closet before noticing the balcony door slightly ajar. He gently nudged the door open, careful not to make any sudden noises.

At the edge of the balcony stood Dimitri. He held Areadbhar at his side. His ragged attire, hunched back, and unkempt hair made Byleth’s chest ache. Cautiously, he circled around Dimitri to his side. Dimitri’s hair dangled in front of his eye, softly blowing in the breeze. The king turned his head towards Byleth slowly and locked eyes. Byleth studied his eye, hazy and unseeing, trying to understand what had happened.

He stole a quick glance at Areadbhar. Blood dripped from its tip. It’s fresh, thought Byleth, but no one has been in here recently. So whose is it? His eyes trailed up Dimitri’s body and landed on his outstretched arm. His arm was held over the balcony, blood spilling into the city streets below.

After a moment, Dimitri noticed his presence. His gaze followed Byleth’s, retracting his arm. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Byleth gingerly grasped Dimitri’s arm, wordlessly inspecting the cuts. He tenderly led Dimitri back inside, plopped him on the bed, and began to tidy up while looking for the first aid kit.

“Sorry,” mumbled Dimitri. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Dimitri.” Byleth replied softly, grabbing bandages out of the first aid kit. He began to clean and dress Dimitri’s wounds. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Dimitri did not look up at Byleth, eyes transfixed on the lance he still held in his hand. “But it is. I know it is. I couldn't give you what you wanted this time, either. I'm sorry. Father, I’m sorry. Glenn, I’m sorry. I’m sorry it’s not enough. I’m-”

“Dimitri.” Byleth’s voice was firm yet kind. He tried to call him back to reality and ground him with his presence. He rubbed his thumb across Dimitri’s palm in a circular motion. “Dimitri, it's okay. It's not your fault.” For what felt like hours, Byleth continued to run his thumb across Dimitri’s palm, reciting these comforting words and reassurances.

Dimitri squeezed Byleth’s thumb lightly. Byleth waited for him to speak. After a moment, he did. “Byleth… when did you get back?”

“Just now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to come back from your mission to see this mess.”

“It’s quite alright, Dimitri.” Byleth planted a feathery kiss on Dimitri’s head, then his bandaged arm.

“Did, uh, did I do that?” Dimitri looked a little unsettled. He glanced at his lance. “Oh, I guess I did. I’m sorry.”

Byleth cupped the king’s face and stared him in the eye. “Don’t apologize to me, or the ghosts of your past, Dimitri. What happened is not your fault, and revenge isn't the answer.”

Dimitri nodded. “I know.”

“Would you tell me what happened while I was away?”

Dimitri broke away, unable to maintain eye contact. He gazed at his arm, then at his finger where his wedding ring rested. He began to turn anxiously as he recounted the words of his family. “The dead demanded Imperial blood. But I couldn’t give them the blood they desired, so I gave them mine.”

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gloomy-kitty · 6 months ago

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 | 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

minors don’t interact!!!!! 18+ only mature content under tab

synopsis: sylvain can’t stop thinking about you. you’re so innocent and it drives him crazy. he can’t stand the thought of another man thinking the same thoughts he has about you. he doesn’t want another man to take away your innocence, that's his duty. he wants to be your first everything.

warnings : long fic word count, horny, nsfw, kinky, masturbation, smut, jealousy, toxic dynamics, misogyny, dirty talk, degrading, forceful, cnc

authors note : eventual smut. takes place during the war phase. i’ve got nothing to say, lord forgive me for this. will probably write a dimitri and felix smut fic too. loosely inspired by a few other fics i’ve read with asshole Sylvain.

— impure thoughts and pleasure

When everyone had arrived back to the monastery on the day of the reunion Sylvain was more than excited to see you amongst the crowd. He wasn’t sure if you would be able to make it, considering how you also had spent the last five years fighting against the Empire that was slowly invading your land more and more every day. You were fighting a losing battle that’s all the redhead knew about your life within the past five years. So when he had seen you up close as you hugged everyone happy to be at the reunion he couldn’t help but notice how much you had grown—how your body had matured. You were a little taller now, your curves were more prominent. He had to stop himself from staring and shyly looked away. You were cute before but now you were gorgeous—smoking hot if he was to put it simply. “You look as beautiful as I remembered ______.” He complimented with a wink and his signature smirk. You just rolled your eyes, “Yes I’m sure.” You replied not really believing his words.

Sylvain spent that first night at Garagg Mach lying in bed wide awake as he couldn’t stop thinking about you and how much you had changed.

The next couple of weeks were spent with Sylvain following you around complimenting you nonstop as you just rolled your eyes. You had more important things to worry about than his meaningless flirting. That didn’t push him away. He helped you with everything, any errands you needed to do, boom he had done it. It was all an excuse to look and talk to you more.

What he was doing right now, was not any different. You had asked him if he could go fetch a bale of fresh hay to lay in the stables as you finished grooming the pegasuses. And of course he did so without a word. It only took him less than half an hour to lay the hay down in the stables but when he rounded the corner he had just now realized what you were wearing. Your shirt was white and just slightly too tight on your chest, the shorts you wore were just a little too short and tight, and water glistened your body. The clothes were no doubt clothes that you had left behind in your dormitory all those years ago, and you only wore them since you knew you would be getting dirty anyways no need to waste nice clean clothes on stable duty. The wet shorts are what caused him to stare and admire, he could see the faint outline of your panties, the shorts hugged your curves perfectly, and every time you leaned over the bottom of your ass would slip out. You would always tug the shorts back down quickly though, annoyed that the shorts kept rising up.The redhead knew that you didn’t realize how promiscuous you looked. He continued gawking as you turned around to grab something, your shirt soaked exposing the thin strapped undershirt you wore underneath, the straps of your bra, your cleavage was visible despite the layers you wore you didn’t know that though.

Sylvain heard low whispers from beside him and he saw a group of soldiers staring at you like you were a piece of meat, his brows furrowed and he stormed towards them. “The things I’d do to her if given the chance.” One mumbled.

“You think she knows what she’s doing?” Another asked.

“No no of course not. That’s what makes it better. She’s innocent, probably still a vir—“ another said but he was quickly cut off by Sylvain grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that.” He hissed. The soldiers looked at him as they began to panic. “S-sir I promise we weren’t speaking about-“ the man he was holding began only to once again get cut off. “I heard you, don’t fucking lie.” Sylvain spat. The soldiers pleaded with the redhead that it was an accident; they didn’t mean it. As Sylvain got ready to punch the soldier in the face he was stopped by your soft voice speaking. “Sylvain? What are you doing?” You asked as you used the sleeve of your shirt to wipe the beads of sweat off your forehead. Sylvain dropped the man he was holding and smiled, “Nothing to worry about.” He said cooly before he shot a glare at the soldiers, they took the hint and scurried away shouting apologies.

You tilted your head curiously, brows furrowing, “Why are they apologizing?” You asked like pursed. Goddess you looked so fucking cute it drove him crazy. Your bra padding wasn’t thick enough, so faint outlines of your nipples were visible. You snapped your fingers in his face, “Hello..are you going to answer me?” You asked annoyedly. Sylvain snapped back to reality as he met your eyes, “I told you _____, don’t worry about it. Are you done here?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Mhm. Just got done, gonna go rinse off and take a nap before dinner.” You replied. Sylvain nodded, “Oh, let me walk with you.” He said, but he just wanted to make sure no one looked at you or spoke pervertedly about you; he knew no one would dare in his presence. “Whatever you want to do. I got to go to my room first and get a change of clothes. I’m ready to get out of this wet clothes.” You shrugged before walking past him towards the dorms. Sylvain walked with you all the way to your room and to the showers. Once you waved him goodbye and you were in the bathhouse he turned around to finish the duties he was assigned for the day.

Dinner time came and you showed up in a more modest outfit, a long skirt and sweater tucked into it. But the image of you at stables kept flooding Sylvain’s mind, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. When dinner was over and it was time for everyone to retire to their rooms for the evening, he offered to walk you back but you brushed him off saying you and Ingrid were going to chit chat for a while. He simply nodded and rushed towards his room, he needed to take care of this issue he was having. He wasted no time in slamming and locking the door shut, and slipping out of his clothes. Siting on the edge of the bed he felt his heart racing, his underwear was tight and uncomfortable.

Sylvain closed his amber eyes and just as he was about to slip off his boxers he paused. This is wrong. He thought, someone as innocent as you didn’t deserve to be pleasured to. The redhead quickly got rid of that thought and slipped off his boxers, his hard erect cock was free now. He wondered if you knew that he had been pleasuring himself to thoughts of you for years now, though you looked completely different now so to put it bluntly he had “new material”. Wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock before he started to move his hands up and down. He wondered how you felt, the noises you’d make as he fucked you hard just like he wanted to for years now. He pictured how your breasts, ass, and thighs would jiggle as you bounced up and down on his cock. He bet you were sensitive, it probably wouldn’t take much to make your orgasm.

He knew you’d look so cute and pitiful as you sucked his cock, the gagging noises you’d make as he held your head down on it as he forced you to swallow his cum. You probably didn’t even know what cum tastes like—no you definitely didn’t you were too innocent. Sylvain’s pace quickened, he spat on his dick just as some desperate attempt for lubrication. He panted heavily trying to stifle his moans. “_____…______. Ah fuck..” he breathed out as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He pictured your bare body, the shy look that would be on your face as he was sandwiched between your thick thighs licking your sweet pussy. “Fuck…fuck…” he panted quietly just as his hips bucked forward and he came, the thick white liquid falling onto his thighs. Sylvain’s hands slowed as he came off from the high, his large cock twitching, his breathing heavy, and finally his hands came to a stop.

Sylvain opened his eyes slowly, throwing his head back, he leaned back on the bed using his elbows to prop himself up. He felt a little wrong for thinking such dirty things about you, but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t his fault that you caused him to have these thoughts.

— slipups

“Get out! You’re unbelievable Sylvain!” Screeched the dark haired woman as she threw the redhead’s clothes out of her room before slamming the door shut.

He stood in just his boxers and a short sleeve shirt as he leaned down to gather his clothes, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Goddammit..this is such bullshit…” he muttered under his breath.

“Sylvain?” A voice asked, in fact it was the last voice he wanted to hear. Slowly the redhead stood up and met your gentle gaze looking at him with that cute curious expression. Bunching his clothes up to cover his lower body he flashed you a closed eyed charming smile, “What’s up _____?” He replied.

“What happened this time?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Sylvain shrugged, “Eh nothing. She just got mad at me is all. It’s nothing you should worry about.” He replied. Just as you began to open your mouth to ask him a follow up question he interjected, “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later. I don’t want anyone seeing me like this.” He said before quickly walking in the opposition direction down a hall. Once out of sight from anyone, he quickly dressed so he looked more presentable. The reason for being kicked out of the girl’s room was something that happened often.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened, he moaned your name during sex with a woman that most definitely wasn’t you. Sylvain had a toxic trait; he would close his eyes when he would have sex with other women and he’d imagine it was you. Of course the illusion would be broken when the woman would talk and oftentimes it would ruin the mood for him. Be quiet, don't talk. He would tell them. Leave the lights off. He would command. Cover your face. He said as he tossed a pillow over their face. It was all in an attempt to convince him that he was having sex with you. He really did try his best to not ever say your name but sometimes it would slip out and it did this time. It wasn’t the first time Sylvain had been kicked out of a room by an angry date. It didn’t really bother him anymore he would just continue on with his day, he just wished that you didn't have to see him getting kicked out. It was embarrassing.

— accusations

“Sylvain.” You cried as you marched into the training grounds holding the side of your face as hot tears fell from your eyes. Sylvain looked up from Ingrid who he was sparring with. “_____? What’s wrong?” He asked, dropping the wooden sword and making his way towards you as soon as he noticed you crying. He placed his hands on your shoulders trying to hug you but you pushed him away. “This is your fault!” You shouted, catching the attention from other people who were training.

Ingrid ran up and looked at you worriedly, “What happened?” She asked. “I just got slapped and yelled at in the library from one of your girlfriends!” You shouted. Quiet mummerings began as people looked at the drama unfolding. Sylvain whipped his head around, panicking as he motioned with his hands for you to quiet down, “Shh…shhh. Not so loud _____.” He pleaded. Ingrid glared at him wrapping her arms around you protectively which you accepted leaning against her chest. “I don’t know why these women think we’re together or that you like me or whatever. This is the fourth one that’s confronted me since I arrived here. They keep blaming me for ruining their lives and chances to be with you. Stop talking about me!” You shouted not caring about anyone listening in. You had a war to worry about not random women accusing you of stealing their boyfriend.

Sylvain flinched at your words, “Don’t worry ______. I’m going to take care of it. Who slapped you?” He asked.

Your eyes widened as Ingrid responded for you, “Which one?!” The blonde said in disbelief. It only caused the tears to fall faster, you were angry beyond belief. “You’re unbelievable Sylvain. You better go figure out which one it was who slapped ______, right now.” Ingrid scolded. “Come on, let's go.” She said, turning her attention back to as she guided you out of the training room. Sylvain hung his head low sighing. He fucked up, you definitely are going to hate him now. A whistle broke him out of self pity, “Good one Sylvain. Glad to see nothing has changed.” Felix said with a smirk clicking his tongue. “Come on man…..” The redhead mumbled defeatedly.

So Sylvain spent the rest of the day tracking down all of the women who he was “dating.” Interrogating each one until he found your assaulter. He proceeded to berate her telling her that if she ever touched you again or spoke to either of you he’d kill her. He was furious that this whore thought she had a right to lay a hand on you. “You’re delusional if you think I’d ever marry you. You slept with me within the same day we met, why would I want to marry a slut? I don’t even remember your name.” He spat at her coldly before walking away leaving the woman a crying mess, but he didn’t care.

— jealousy

Sylvain was pissed, he leaned against a brick wall arms crossed as he glared at the man talking to you in the distance. His body was hidden by the shadows and dark night sky, he knew you didn’t see him. You giggled shyly as the dark haired man talked. He could hear the conversation you two were having faintly but he just continued to glare.

“I’ll see you later.” You said shyly.

“O-of course ______. It was great to see you today.” He replied back just as shyly, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “M-May I?” He asked as he leaned close to your face. You nodded and the man kissed your cheek. You waved goodbye before walking away, your face was beat red and a smile was on your lips. You were giddy.

Sylvain was pissed, his fingernails dug into his skin, as you rounded the corner out of sight he used his propped leg to push himself off the wall. The hallways of the monastery were empty at this hour, most were in the dining hall enjoying dinner or getting drunk. But no you didn’t join him and everyone else for dinner this evening or the past few evenings in fact. Mercedes let it slip that you had gone on a date with a knight. She said you two had been talking for the past few weeks and you finally accepted his offer to go on a date. So he found out who the man you were seeing was and he investigated.

Sylvain stalked you as you happily walked down the hall humming, oblivious to your surroundings. When he finally closed the distance he grabbed you around the waist, cupping a hand over your mouth and he dragged you into one of the many small storage rooms scattered around the monastery. You struggled against his strong grasp and yelled out but your yells were muffled by his hands. It was only once the door was closed did he let you go, spinning you to face him. “Sylvain?!” You shouted in shock as you leaned onto the wall for support. “What the hell are you doing? You scared me! I was so scared that it was—“ you began but were cut off.

“Lower your voice.” The redhead barked as he walked closer to you, basically cornering you. “Who was that man?” He asked, already knowing who your date was; his amber eyes narrowed. You stared at him in shock, “W-what?!” You asked in disbelief wide eyed. “That man you went on a date with. Who is he? He doesn’t deserve you.” He snapped back. His tall muscular body towering over your much smaller weaker one. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now and you pushed Sylvain harshly. But he didn’t budge instead he grabbed your wrist pinning you against the wall. “Let go!” You shouted struggling in his grasp but you knew it was futile. He was much too strong. Eventually you stopped struggling and sighed, “ He’s a knight of Seiros. He’s nice and doesn’t go around sleeping with multiple women he doesn’t know the name of!” You spat your reply.

Sylvain clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Oh?” He asked in a low voice, “You won’t see him again. He’s just using you for your crest.” He said matter of factly. “No he isn’t, you’re just saying that because you’re mad.” You smirked, “Honestly, I’m not sure why you even care about who I see?” You added. He squeezed your wrists and you let out a cry, “He didn’t touch you, did he?” He asked, ignoring what you said. You rolled your eyes, “No. Why do you even care? You go around sleeping with everyone, why does it matter if I do?” You asked, trying to keep on a brave facade, but honestly you were scared of the redhead right now; you had never seen him act this way before.

“You’re not going to see him again, got it?” He asked, pressing his forehead against yours his eyes were dark. It was then you began to squirm once again in his grasp once again, “I’ll do whatever I want. I don’t need to listen to you. He’s nice to me. He cares about me unlike you.” You cried out as he squeezed your wrists again this time much harder. Sylvain laughed as he removed his forehead from against yours, “You’re so stupid ______. This is why you need me to always be watching over you. That idiot has been going around talking about how he’s going to impregnate you so he can secure his spot with a noble family after the war. He was going to drag you back to your parents. He just wanted you because of your crest and status.” He was obviously amused by telling you this.

You shook your head in denial, “N-no that’s not true. You’re lying Sylvain.” You retorted back weakly, voice defeated. “Is it though? You and I both know that’s what all these lowlifes want. You’re mine. I’m the only person who understands you.” He said letting go of your wrists, you collapsed to your knees beginning to cry as you buried your face in your hands. He was right, how could you be so stupid?

Sylvain crouched to the floor resting one arm on his knee and the other reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ears. “Shhh…it’s okay ______. I’m here for you, I’ve always been since the day you were born. Who's been by your side protecting you? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you these past five years, that you had to fight. But I’m here for you now. I’ll protect you okay?” He said, his voice was gentle as he caressed your hair. “So you’re not going to see him again, right?” He asked, slipping a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. You looked so cute with those tear stained cheeks.

A gentle sympathetic look was on his sharp features, he smiled warmly at you. “Y-yes.” You hiccuped. Sylvain looked pleased with your response and he cupped your face in his calloused hand, “I promise I won’t see any more girls. They’re whores anyways just cheap replacements I used in place of you. I didn’t realize how much I loved you until I heard you were seeing another man. I just couldn’t bear the thought that someone would take advantage of your innocence.” He said, shaking his head. “Just give me some time and I promise I’ll break it off with the other girls. You’ll give me some time right? You love me right?” The redhead asked, his voice more authoritative. “You know I’ve loved you since the day you were born, right? When I saw you when you were a baby, when I was five I knew I had to protect you.” He said. You looked at him sadly nodding, “Y..yes I know. I’m sorry for being stupid. Thank you for being there for me Sylvain. I do love you.” You sniffled. He was right, you only had him to rely on.

Looking satisfied with your answer he stood up, “Come on let’s go. You need to go shower, that filthy man touched you.” He said holding his hand out. You took it and followed Sylvain down the hall. He really was the only person that could understand and love you, as much as didn’t want that to be the truth.

— do you love me?

Sylvain had trouble breaking it off with the other women but he was slowly cutting off each one when he found the time. Nothing he had told you that day was a lie, it was true he loved you. It was true the man you had begun seeing was only using you. But despite him only wanting your attention and love he just couldn’t bring himself to stop sleeping around. Albeit it he would go to his date’s room and try to get hard and couldn’t. He just wasn’t attracted to other women that weren’t you anymore, and it always ended up with him leaving.

You were too shy to do anything with him despite all his attempts to try and get you to at least touch him. He was a man who needed to relieve himself one way or another. But it had been over two months since he last was pleased and he was getting tired of you rejecting his advances and pleasured and today wasn’t any different. He was trying to get you to go to the next level.

Sylvain’s lips were pressed against yours as he aggressively kissed you. He had you pinned against the wall in his bedroom, arms on either side of you. He bit your lip, you cried out. His hand reached up to cup your clothed breast massaging and squeezing it as you let out quiet moans against his lips. It only turned him on more, his pants were getting tighter and tighter the more you moaned and gasped as he touched you. You felt his hard erection pressing against your thigh. “N-no stop.” You protested weakly in between kisses.

Sylvain stopped abruptly pulling away, “What?” He asked. You shook your head, “N-no, you’re getting carried away.” You stammered in reply, your face flushed. His brows furrowed, “No, not this time _____. I’ve been waiting for you to come around but you’re taking too long. I almost died in the last battle saving your ass from getting your skull bashed in by Ferdinand. I had to kill him for you, we were friends during the academy.” He said angrily, “You owe me. You say you love me but you won’t do anything with me? Don’t you want to know how it feels? We could die in the next battle.” He barked angrily. It wasn’t his intention to guilt trip you but god damn he’s waited almost his whole life to fuck you and now you didn’t want it?

“I..I do love you Sylvain. I’m sorry I’m just scared…we’re not married and I’m worried you're still seeing each other…women.” You confessed nervous of the redhead’s reaction. Sylvain turned around walking off before he slammed his fists down on the dresser across the room. He swiped the items that sat on top onto the floor, a glass shattering. “I told you I haven’t seen anyone in over two months. How many times do I have to say that?! We can’t get married until after the war, ______. I’ve told you this a million different times.” You flinched and Sylvain noticed it, he immediately felt bad for scaring you and rushed over shaking his head, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. I just got frustrated, okay baby?” He explained cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything. Just cuddle with me.” He pleaded, peppering your face with kisses. You nodded, “Okay I’d like that.” You smiled weakly, letting him lead you to his bed. He didn’t try anything despite the raging erection he had, he just needed you. And spent the night muttering sweet words in your ear until you both fell asleep.

— giving in

Sylvain was furious, he had seen you flirting with a group of soldiers as you walked out of the library.. And of course you were wearing an outfit like that, a dress that reached your knees and your knee high boots. The dress was loose from the waist down but the long sleeve top half of the dress was tight. Hugging your breasts tightly.

You couldn’t just wear clothes like that, you were teasing the men around you. So, Sylvain waited until you walked away from the group of men and then he began to follow you. He caught up to you quickly, grabbing your wrist, “Come here.” He said smiling at you as to not raise any alarm bells that he was pissed. “Huh? Oh okay.” You complied following him down the hall. He walked towards his room and once there he flung the door open shoving you inside before the door slammed shut and was locked behind him as he stepped inside “What's wrong Sylvain?” You asked curiously, tilting your head innocently.

Sylvain didn’t say anything as he lifted your dress up, shoving his hands in your panties. You yelped in shock trying to squirm away, but he was already one step ahead of you. His strong hands held your face roughly so you couldn’t move. “W-what are you doing?” You asked in a panic. He didn’t say anything, it was then you felt him slip a finger between your pussy, he just slid a finger between your lips before he pulled his hand out.

Holding his index finger to your eyes he spoke finally, “You’re lucky.” He smiled, “If you were wet I would have bashed those guys' heads in during the next battle.” He said nonchalantly. You looked at him confused, what was he talking about? He noticed the confused look on your face and it made him laugh. “You’re so innocent ______. I thought you were flirting with those guys or they may have been trying something with you. So I just had to check.” He explained, still smiling like what he had just said wasn’t insane.

You didn’t even know he had seen you walking out of the library, “They were just asking me about a book I was reading.” You said honestly, it was nothing more than that. Sylvain clicked his tongue shaking his head, “Yeah they wanted more from you. I know how men operate. I guess no one has realized that you’re mine. We’re going to have to change that, won’t we _____?” He asked cheerfully.

Before you could speak another word, Sylvain’s lips crashed into yours as he let go of your face; his hands went to the button of your dress. He began to undo them, not stopping his onslaught of kissing, and in a matter of seconds he had your buttons undone and your bra was exposed. He reached for the center of your bra to rip it off, literally. He didn’t have time to waste on undoing the annoying clasps of your bra, when he could just rip it off, so he did. You felt your bra get torn off of you and thrown onto the floor, “S-Sylvain stop.” You pleaded covering your breasts with your arms.

Sylvain grabbed your arms and forced them to the side. He wanted to see how you looked. Once he was finally able to see your breasts he instantly smirked. “Oh fuck..” he moaned, they were perfect just like how he imagined. They were round and perky, your nipples were hard from the cold air. He needed to touch you— to hear the sounds you were going to make, so raising a hand he pinched your nipple. You squeaked in surprise as you squirmed under his grasp, “A-ah..” you breathed out, “No..no..” you moaned as his other finger pinched your other nipple.

The noises you made just made him want to do it more. The redhead kept pinching them, switching between it being gentle or hard each time you moaned in pain and pleasure. “You’ve never been touched this way before have you?” He asked in amusement watching your facial expressions. Your face was so red and your eyes were squeezed shut, head turned to the side in embarrassment. “We can’t Sylvain.” You hissed out.

Sylvain smirked ignoring you, “Have you ever touched yourself?” He asked one hand leaving your breast and beginning to trail down lower and lower. “N..no.” You lied panting in anticipation. He pinched your nipple hard causing you to yelp. “You’re lying. I know you have, you’re a grown woman.” He clicked his tongue, “Have you touched yourself thinking about me? I did…all those years we spent apart, hell…even since before that. I thought about this moment, the moment I’d be able to fuck you.” He purred. His hands stopped at the waistband of your panties awaiting for you to reply.

You nodded, giving in hoping he’d stop, “Yes I have..but we can’t do this Sylvain.” You pleaded once more. The redhead chuckled, “Aww you’re such a good girl. Am I the first person to touch you like this? See you like this?” He asked as he messaged your breast in his rough hand. “Mhm.” You nodded eyes still squeezed shut.

That only made him hard, you admitting he was your first. “Good. You stayed pure for me. That’s why I love you ______. You’re such a good innocent girl.” He said affectionately, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Come on, look at me.” He pleaded for you to open your eyes and meet his. “We can’t Sylvain.” You said more desperately as you met his gaze but you wanted him so bad.

Sylvain laughed, “I know you want it ______, so stop squirming around.” He said before he pulled off your dress it fell around your ankles. Now you stood in just your panties. Your panties were a pale pink with a bow detail, so cute. He thought with a smirk as he yanked them down. Your pubic hair was neatly trimmed and he looked at you with a raised brow, “Oh looks you take care of yourself down there. So obviously you were expecting someone to see you naked, at some point, right?” He asked with the stupid smirk still on his face, knowing he had won.

“No…I just…” you tried to explain but couldn’t come up with anything.

Sylvain laughed mockingly, “No? No. You’re so bad at lying.” He said, his words a little harsh. “Stop acting like you don’t want it, it’s obvious you do. I bet you’re already wet.” He said, leaning close to your ear. You hated him for being right, you were soaking wet it was uncomfortable.

Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his clothed erection, “See…look how hard I am for you? You’re really going to deny me again? After everything I do for you?” His tone was mean and demanding.

You felt how hard he was and you also noticed just how big the redhead was. That only caused you to grow more anxious but you didn’t reply to him, keeping your eyes closed as your breathing became more irregular. “Tch fine.” He muttered, removing your hand and pinning your wrist against the wall. He’d make you look at him. Without warning, Sylvain slipped his slender finger between your folds, poking at your entrance teasingly, before he easily slipped a finger in. You gasped before it turned to a moan, “Ah Sylvain.” You cried out squirming against him. “Woah look how wet you are. Are you sure you don’t want it?” He asked, slipping his finger out of you and he began to gently circle over your clit with his slick finger. Your legs were shaking at this new sensation, his touch was so gentle he was doing it on purpose to drive you crazy. He wanted you to beg for him.

A warm sensation began to build up as you began to moan desperately grinding against his finger but Sylvain made sure you couldn’t press too hard against his finger tip. “Yeah you like that?” He asked, “You want to cum so fucking bad don’t you?” Sylvain asked demeaningly. He could tell that you were about to cum but he couldn’t let you have that satisfaction. Just as you felt like you were about to orgasm he removed his finger from your clit letting go of your wrists, letting you fall to your knees. You were panting heavily trying to catch your breath, “Why?” You whined looking up at him.

Sylvain had begun to undo his belt, “Why do you get to cum first when I've been begging for it for weeks now? Hmm?” He chided, shaking his head. “You’re gonna give me something first _____.” He said just as he slipped off his pants and boxers, revealing his throbbing cock.

Oh goddess he was huge. You weren’t expecting him to be so big, you weren’t sure you could even take it. His hand pumped his cock and a smirk was on his face, “You like it? Don’t act so surprised.” The redhead laughed, “Get to your knees. Now.” His laugh and smirk was quickly replaced with a serious look. You got to your knees just as he commanded, your eyes staring up at him. You knew it was futile to argue with him. Goddess you looked so innocent and cute, your doe eyes looking up at him a mixture of fear and desire written all over your face.

Sylvain dragged the tip of his cock over your closed lips, “Be a good girl and open up.” He said.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” You replied shyly, parting your lips slightly. The redhead rolled his eyes, “Just shut up and suck for goodness sake _____.” He scoffed before he practically shoved himself into your mouth. You nearly choked by him suddenly shoving himself into you. Hesitantly you placed your hands on his thighs to try and stabilize yourself, slowly you bobbed your head back and forth on his dick. The taste of his precum filled your mouth; it only made you want him more. A moan left Sylvain’s throat as he threw his head back. Your inexperience was so hot but you were going too slow for his liking and you weren’t even going down half way on him. So he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to take all of him in your mouth.

Sylvain wasn’t gentle as he forced himself all the way in, you were choking and slapped his thighs in protest, while voicing pleading groans. “Oh fuck.” He hissed out as he began to take control, not caring too much for your comfort. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes each time he hit your gag reflex. Your groans of displeasure slowly turned to moans of pleasure, as he used you. You couldn’t believe how much you liked it, it was so embarrassing.

Sylvain noticed how you were now enjoying it and it only made him more excited. “Yeah baby, you like being dominated don’t you?” He asked as he went faster. The tears now rolling down your cheeks only turned him on more. “Mhm.” You replied as best you could, you sucked in your cheeks and began to circle the tip of his cock with your tongue. “Oh yeah…just like that baby.” Sylvain moaned. His thrusts were more eager, “I’m gonna cum..you’re gonna swallow all of it for me.” He demanded, tightening his grip on your hair. You whimpered, “Mhm..” you moaned looking up at him.

With that the redhead fucked your face harder, you looked just as cute as he imagined your would sucking his cock your moans and enthusiasm was so fucking hot. Sylvain was close and with one final thrust he shoved himself all the way down your throat, your face buried in his pubic hair. Both of his hands held your head in place, as his cock twitched in your throat. You felt the warm liquid shoot down your throat and Sylvain’s groans of pleasure was all you could concentrate on. It was hard to breathe but you had to swallow all of it, to make him happy.

Sylvain rode out his high before finally he let go of your head and slowly pulled out, you were panting and trying to swallow the rest of the cum in your mouth. It was so much.

“You’re such a good girl. But you’re not done. Clean it.” Sylvain ordered, the liquid still coated his dick. “O..okay Sylvain.” You whimpered still trying to catch your breath and slowly you leaned forward lapping up the rest of the cum on him with your tongue, eagerly.

“Mmm…good girl.” He affectionately purred, wiping away your tears with his thumb gently and a look of pure adoration was on his flushed face. “Get on the bed. It’s your turn now.” He said helping you to your feet. “On your back.” He added.

You walked over to the bed, your legs wobbly as you collapsed on your back. Sylvain was soon on top of your frail body, pressing gentle kisses all over your exposed skin. It seemed like he wasn’t done with you yet, judging by how hard he was still. His lips landed on the top of your nipple and he gently nibbled on it causing your back to arch. “Ahh Sylvain..” you gasped. Your fingers tangled themselves in his soft red locks. “You like that?” He asked softly, looking up at you. You shook your head only causing the man to laugh. He reached back up and placed a kiss against your lips, he was gently caressing your face with his hands.

You felt the tip of his cock poking at your wet entrance and a shiver ran up your spine. “You ready baby?” Sylvain asked. “Yes.” You replied meekly. He smirked and slowly pushed himself in, you were so wet so it didn’t take much effort for him to enter you. “Oh fuck you’re so tight _____.” He moaned against your lips.

Sylvain was completely different now, he was far more gentle and caring. “Just let me know if it hurts okay?” He whispered, pushing himself all the way in. Your fists balled at the bedsheets as you let out a cry of pain. He felt even bigger inside you, you were certain you couldn’t take him all the way but he proved you wrong. The whole time as he slowly thrusted into you allowing you to get used to his size, he whispered sweet words of praise. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispered.

“I’m in all the way.” Sylvain said, kissing you softly, “I know..I know it hurts baby. But I promise it’ll feel better in a moment.” He comforted you, the redhead felt a little bad by how much pain you were in.

Sylvain let his fingers wander to your slick wet clit, and he began to rub two fingers in gentle circles over it. You moaned slowly, relaxing, “I’m..I’m ready.” You whimpered. Sylvain laughed softly as he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly at first before going faster and faster. His fingers on your clit continued to rub circles. Every time you tightened around his cock he let out a moan, Sylvain could already tell you were about to cum any second by how you flinched.

“You like that?” He asked as he was now pumping faster and harder into your tight pussy. “Y-yes.” You stammered, he was slamming into you so harshly you weren’t sure you could handle him much longer. Your legs began to shake as his pace quickened on your clit. Sylvain’s praises on how good you were doing turned you on so much.

“You need to ask if you can cum ______.” Sylvain scolded, clicking his tongue. You’d do whatever he wanted if it meant you could cum around his cock, “C-Can I please cum Sylvain? Please!” You cried out. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Please!” You begged desperately.

“Yes you can. Cum for me baby.” Sylvain finally said and with that you instantly orgasmed. Your legs shook violently and loud moans escaped your lips. Your fingernails dug into his back. “You’re such a good girl. Oh fuck. Fuck…” Sylvain hissed as he slammed his cock into you on final time. He came inside you as he rode out his orgasm before he slowly pulled out. A proud look was on his face as he stared at his cum slowly oozing out of your pussy.

Sylvain laid beside you on the bed and pulled you close to him, he placed gentle kisses on your face. “You did so good for me. I love you so much ______.” He said softly tracing soothing circles on your arm and back. Your breathing was still heavy and you were overwhelmed, “I..love you too Sylvain.” You replied back weakly.

“I came in you, sorry. But I bet you’d look so hot pregnant.” Sylvain chuckled. You groaned, “I dunno.” You mumbled in reply. “After the war is over I promise we’ll get married. You’re mine now.” The redhead smiled. Your eyes widened in surprise, “You promise?” You asked shyly.

“Mhm I promise baby.” Sylvain said his words were genuine. He couldn’t imagine you being with anyone else, no one else deserved you only he did.

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