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frickingnerd · 6 days
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being in a love triangle with sylvain and felix
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pairing: sylvain jose gautier x gn!reader x felix hugo fraldarius
tags: love triangle, jealousy, pety felix, rivalry, flirting
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it's hard to tell which one of the boys fell for you first
sylvain was the one who started flirting with you first, but he wasn't really serious about it right away
felix on the other hand never seemed to change much around you, even after falling in love with you, making it hard to know when exactly he realized his feelings for you
though there is one thing that starts to show that he's in love with you: he tries to keep you away from sylvain!
felix worries that you might end up falling for sylvain and tries to avoid you and the red head running into each other
of course, this only intrigues sylvain as he starts to notice it, suggesting that felix might be crushing on you and keeping you away from him for that reason
though when felix denies that he has feelings for you, sylvain starts to assume you're the one who's in love with him, which only piques his interest
he starts to seek you out more, flirting with you every chance he gets and before he knows it, sylvain fell for you as well
it takes the two boys a while to realize they both love you and once they do, it gets a little awkward between them
both suggest the other one should have you, but both deny as well. in the end, they settle on fighting for you and the better one wins!
sylvain continues his usual flirting with you, often taking you on dates as well, while felix attempts to have more time with you than sylvain, without actually having to call it a date or admit to his feelings
felix also likes to play dirty, telling you small lies like "sylvain won't be joining us today" so he'll have you to himself or he'll cover your eyes when sylvain is does something impress during training, to prevent you from seeing it
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fire-emblem-drabbles · 3 months
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By Your Side
Pairing: Alfonse x reader
Prompt: The summoner has a lot of anxiety :(
Description: When you found out there were small attacks all around Askr, you agreed it would be a good idea to stay behind at the castle to dispatch heroes to help defend the people. But when you find out that Alfonse has gone out alone to draw the enemy attack, you can't help but find yourself worrying about him.
Content Warning: None
Word Count: 1515
Notes: I finally got around to catching up in the story in feh, and when I played 8/3 I kinda lost my mind. Alfonse why would you go alone TAKE ME WITH YOU also this is not edited its...nearly 5 am. Happy cyl Alfonse!!
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You couldn’t help but pace in worry at the castle. You should have known he would do something like this-- you should have insisted on going with him, or having a small unit follow him as he went off. Something, anything to ease your anxiety.
“Did he think I wouldn’t figure it out?” Between the look of guilt on Ratatoskr’s face and the serious one on his, there wasn’t much they could hide from you. More so because he asked you to stay here. You weren’t even able to join the small squad that went after his smoke signal, too nervous and jittery to join some of the heroes as they went with Anna, Sharena, and Ratatoskr to assist Alfonse. You were instead left at the castle, where the sheer amount of heroes around could assure your safety. You just wish he would have told you.
Now, all you could do was worry, anxiously watching the doors and waiting for your party to return home. Your lucky then, that not a moment later than a frown gracing your face do the doors open and welcome the party home. You rush to them, some quick words shared with commander Anna about the situation before you push past to Alfonse, taking in how he was a little worse for ware. You should have known to send a healer with them-- but that wasn’t what was important now.
“Alfonse…” You frown and take him in, seeing how troubled his features were. “You’re hurt.” You don’t know what else to say in the moment, gentle hand tracing the thin cuts along his face.
“Not too bad. Your reinforcements arrived just in time.” He smiles, soft and gentle at you. The same one that’s caused your heartbeat to pick up again and again.
“Still, come with me. Let’s get them taken care of.” It’s an obvious ploy to get him alone, that anyone could see but no one argues as you lead him away from the main entrance by hand. When the two of you are out of earshot, he speaks.
“I’m sorry to have worried you.” It’s the first thing that leaves his mouth, but you don’t stop walking with him, don’t stop holding his hand. You don’t even turn his way, least he see the emotion that’s surely taken over your features.
“I just…” You sigh, all too soon the two of you are outside the door to your chambers. “Please, come in.” You open the door and gesture for him to enter. Alfonse, the softest of frowns on his face, obliges, keeping his eyes on you even as he takes a familiar seat in your casual area. You follow in after him, closing the door and turning to him.
“I’ve been here how long, by your side, and you don’t think to tell me?” You didn’t mean to sound so accusatory, but the words seemed to have a mind of your own as the worry you once felt melts into hurt. “I know we didn’t have much time, but together we could have… could have thought of something better. Together.” You offer weakly, too pent up to sit and instead tugging at the sleeves of your cloak in attempt to stave off the excess energy you felt.
“_____…” It softens you, the way your name leaves him so gently. Even then, there’s a certain resolution to him as he speaks. “I… won’t say you’re wrong. But I would do it again.” He closes his eyes, something he tends to do when he felt serious enough. “We’re so close to peace, and I can’t let anything threaten it… knowing I was the enemies target, I had to act.”
“...Don’t you know peace will mean very little to Askr, if they lose their prince to get it?” Alfonse’s eyes seem to widen as I say the words, but I continue. “I, certainly, wouldn’t know what to do in a world where you weren’t by my side.” I sigh heavily, suddenly feeling very weary. I take a seat next to him on the love seat.
“...I know this. But I would still give my life to protect that peace, any time it was threatened. It it what a prince owes to his people.” He clutches the fabric of his pants tightly, something clearly still bothering him.
“Then you owe it to me, your tactician, to warn me when you go off defending that peace.” You reach for his hand again. In seeing this, Alfonse stops clutching at his pants and instead holds your hand in turn. “All I ask is that you try to refrain from doing something like this in the future.” Your eyes meet as you speak and suddenly you can feel warmth filling your cheeks.
“I’ll do my best.” Despite the heavy conversation, Alfonse manages a smile for you. He squeezes you hand gently as well, and you smile back.
“...I was really scared, when I heard word you were setting out alone.” I close my eyes, sitting back against the back of the couch. “For the first time in a long time, I felt kind of powerless. What could I do if I wasn’t by your side? If I wasn’t there to guide you and protect you.”
“I understand.” You can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. Was his heart beating as fast as yours? “There have been times in the past I failed to protect you, where I let the enemy get their hands on you…”
You think back to your time with Kvasir and Gulvieg. You were ultimately safe, and in fact treated rather well by both of them but the entire time, your allies were worried about you. You recall very clearly the relief on Alfonse’s face when you were reunited… And how happy you were to be with him again, too.
“But I always found you again. I was always the one fighting to get you back. I… never let anyone take that responsibility from me.” He admits freely, voice still sounding so clear. “When you’re not by my side, I also worry. I often don’t feel quite myself.” While this was something Alfonse had admitted before, it felt different all the sudden. “I need to protect this peace so I can experience it with you by my side, _____.” He smiles, shy and charming as he looks your way.
He’s not the same person you met when you were first summoned her. He’s grown, matured even more into his role as prince. You love him all the same, though. You’ve loved him this entire time. It gets caught in your throat every time though. You don’t want to ruin this. But you can’t imagine a life without him, either.
“I want to protect it with you. Always.” You hope that will suffice, with the way you squeeze his hand and emotion warbles in your tone. Even then, you want to tell him. There have been so many moments with him-- ones that have surely been more happy, more right. But you had never loved him more than you did in this moment, when the threat of losing him was suddenly so real.
You let the silence blossom between the two of you as your try to find your courage. As you clench and unclench his hand, take deep breaths and let them fall from your nose. As you close your eyes and sneak glances at him (noticing, with a flush, that he’s unabashedly studying you with a smile on his face).
“Alfonse?” You speak his name and look his way, even though you know you’ve already got his attention.
“Yes?” He hums softly in return. You swallow hard on the words that so many times have begged to leave your lips.
“I love you. I love you so much, I…” You stutter as you struggle to find the right words.
“I love you too.” He says it as if he has a million times. Maybe he has. “And I know how you feel,” He holds a sad smile, as he turns to you and cups your cheek with his free hand. “All I can say is that I’m here now. And I’m safe.”
“Don’t be so dumb again.” You close your eyes as you feel yourself begin to cry. Was it relief? Sadness? “Please?”
“Only if you promise the same.” He laughs softly, wiping your tears away. “You know… I never knew it would be so easy.” He confesses. “I had wanted to tell you for so long but…” There’s color to his cheeks, but fondness to his tone.
“I was just… thinking about how you could be gone, without me ever telling you, and I…” You shake your head. “It became more urgent, I suppose.” I laugh softly as well.
“Imagine how I felt.” He laughs as well, but it does cause you to pause and consider how he’s acted in the wake of your return from enemy encounters.
“Let’s promise to take better care of each other then.” You smile, moving in to press your forehead against his.
“Deal.”
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mysticpink · 8 months
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Child!summaner: what if you die and I’m still here?
Alfonse:….then you’ll be all grown up.. and you won’t need me
Child!summaner: I think I’ll always need you
-later-
Lif: *looks at Child!summoner talking to Alfonse*
Child!summoner: I think I always need you…
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Hey, sorry for bothering. I was wondering if you can do a fire emblem heroes head canon with a child summoner reader, who has social anxiety (of extra drama you can add past trama but this bit is optional)? Again sorry for bother, I just think the idea is cute because tiny timid summoner.
Child!Summoner:
Alfonse, who feels so much guilt that they've placed the burdens of their world on a child to the point where he overcompensates by constantly reminding Summoner to ask him if they need anything at all. "Alfie I'm tired." Yes he lets them call him that nickname, and yes he immediately gives them a piggyback ride.
Sharena is the same, except she will let tiny Summoner hide behind her in social situations. When talking with certain heroes, Sharena will either be right by their side or nearby to jump in if it looks like they are afraid. Camilla is someone else who will allow Summoner to hide behind her if they'd wish during social situations.
"You've seen war child, and you mean to tell me people is what you fear?" Thorr sees the irony in it all, Askr's greatest weapon a child, whose knees threaten to buckle in gatherings of people. "Steady yourself, I will not allow harm to befall you." But she still tries to ease their worries regardless.
Grima calls Summoner, little worm and little human (affectionately). They aren't as sympathetic to Summoner's anxiety, as other heroes but Grima's presence alone scares off plenty of people. "Why worry yourself little worm? I will turn them all into ash and their foolish opinions with them." Yeah... not very helpful.
But if we want to be angsty, and Summoner has trauma, I just know Grima would be seething. "How typical of humans to turn on their own, not even their own children are safe from foolishness. This is why I will destroy them all."
Little Summoner has so many family members now. Hector likes to carry them around on his shoulders, Seteth and Flayn teach them how to fish. Ephraim teaches them how to use a lance, Felix teaches them how to use a sword but both of them make the mistake of handing the child one made of steel and are surprised when they can't even pick the weapon up off the ground. Seth was around when Ephraim was teaching Summoner, and was sighing the whole time.
Setsuna and Summoner have both been found just chilling in traps together, Setsuna's calm demeanor helps them to not panic. Xander takes them horseback riding and almost has a full blown panic attack because they immediately fell off the horse. Helbindi incites violence on anyone who makes Summoner cry.
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lexsssu · 6 months
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Interspecies Sex (Kamui | Corrin)
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TAGS: Corrin/F!reader, double d*cks, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.
“Wow...It’s as if your cunt was made to take my cocks...your womb fated to carry my seed and grow my brood…”
Wonder and awe shone across the dragon prince’s face as his crimson orbs locked themselves upon the sight of your tight little cunny clamping on his twin cocks, seemingly unable to take both in at the same time and yet somehow managing to do so.
The both of you had of course done your best to prepare you, from toying with your pussy until your lewd fluids dripped from it like a faucet and your walls more accustomed to foreign intrusions, to using some lubricating oils upon Corrin’s members.
However, that still didn’t prevent you both from the amazement of feeling him slipping both, stretching your gummy walls that pulsed and tightened as they embraced your prince’s draconic cocks. His majestic tail swished behind him almost happily, croons and purrs rumbling from his chest as he began pistoning his hips into your welcoming depths.
Your fingers clutched at the luxurious silken sheets, mouth parted and eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as the prince molded your womb to the shape of his twin cocks.
You could only wiggle your hips back in an attempt to match his fierce thrusts, desperate to feel his members flooding your heated insides with his potent semen until your belly rounds with how much seed he filled you with.
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josnhoes · 1 year
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I've been playing a lot of Fire Emblem Engage and had a brain worm set in the Fire Emblem Heros verse. So have a small drabble
Pragamtic!Reader, isekai, angst, talks of war, reader is bitter and angry, open ended
Being the summoner was hard, not the summoning part but the war planning part. You were no tactician, even when you had played the game it had been a case of over leveling and auto battling. Another thing was the game, or rather being in it. Fire Emblem Heros had been a fun pass time where you got to look at attractive anime people and coo over the kid units. They were never real and failure in battle had no consequences. Here though they did; and you could tell no one the truth of your origins.
It was isolating but you tried your best to push past it, to do your best for them all and the characters you'd loved so dearly. But despite the many daydreams of meeting them, and showing them your kindness they didn't see you the way they did in the game. You suppose it was your fault, maybe suggesting biological warfare wasn't a good idea. You hadn't even mentioned anything deadly just spreading a flu through the enemy ranks to get an upper hand.
That had not been the right call, nor had been the idea of various traps or the use of carefully placed explosives to funnel the enemy while on the battlefield. To you the ideas felt pragmatic, it was war and lives were on the line on all sides. But the group was the order of Heros not the order of fight dirty to win. Though you didn't see it as winning so much as surviving.
You weren't completely alone in the ideas you had. The 'darker' units had agreed with you, war wasn't won by playing fair; time and time again the enemy had shown the ideals as well. But Alfonse and his sister never caved. At this point all you were was a way to bring bodies to the battle. You didn't get a say on the battlefield, instead you just summoned heros and watched from the sidelines alone.
It had been anyway, until one day when out of desperation you were brought in because of Hel's undying army. You had been reluctant and snippy thanks to how you'd been viewed in the war room before but this time they listened. Despite their discomfort at the less then savory tactics they tried your plan. It worked too. The fight went from kill the enemy to disable the enemy. From fight fairly and with honor to survive. This shift in attitude kept everyone alive.
When Hel was defeated you were praised as a hero. Suddenly everyone had always agreed with your ideas. It should have made you happy. Finally they were accepting you like your daydreams, but instead all you felt was bitter. You realized you couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't be their hero summoner, you'd gone from loving the characters to hating them.
You left that night leaving the summoner's coat and Breidablik on the table of the room you had called your own. You didn't bother with a note, you doubted they would notice you gone until they needed new people to fill their ranks. You had expected the journey to be one of solitude and you didn't know where you were going either. But as you slipped out of the castle you were stopped. A few of the darker heros whom you'd managed to become friendly with, who had supported you stopped you and told you they were coming with.
Solitude was hard and you knew without someone to fight for you you'd be dead, so you welcomed them and your journey deviating from the plot of the game began.
Unbeknownst to you and your group your absence was noticed rather quickly. Alfonse and Anna had come to your room to talk to you, apologize for their behavior and most importantly try to make things right. Finding your things there and no sign of you sent them into a rush to find you. By the time they realized you were gone the consequences of their behavior hit them. Yes they had lost the key to their victory, but they had been so callous they'd driven away someone they had summoned and used. They had thought you wrong with your underhanded plans but it was war and you had been *right*. They just hoped they could find you alive and make things right.
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milkdreams-official · 10 months
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FEH Alfonse x Reader Tickling Headcanons (Married)
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“You’re spending another typical day at home with your husband, Alfonse, and you’re both enjoying each other’s company. You both feel very relaxed and so you get into a tickle fight!”
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- If Alfonse initiates the fight, he starts slow at your armpits and then aggressively tickles you all over your body. He likes to make you laugh.
- If you initiate the fight, Alfonse is surprised at first, but he quickly catches on and tries to run away from you. He loves playing with you, but he doesn’t want to lose the fight!
- Alfonse’s favorite places to tickle you are your armpits and your feet. He will take your socks off and tickle you, but he’ll stop if you tell him to.
- Alfonse is most sensitive at his belly button and under his arms. If you make him laugh too much, he may accidentally kick you.
- Alfonse’s favorite time to start a tickle fight is in the evening right before you both go to bed. 
- If anybody else found out about your fights, Alfonse would be very embarrassed. 
- Once Alfonse discovers your most sensitive tickle spot, he will always try to attack you there unless you tell him to please not do that.
- After a tickle fight, Alfonse loves cuddling with you and falling asleep with you. It’s the perfect way for him to wind down after a long day.
- It is possible to win a tickle fight against Alfonse because he is so sensitive in some places, he just becomes completely helpless and begs for mercy. 
- Sometimes, your tickle fights become pillow fights when one of you decides to become extra aggressive. Alfonse loves pillow fights! 
- When he’s not at home, he can’t help thinking about you and all the ways he can surprise you the next time you play together.
- In general, being married to Alfonse is easy because he does his best to please you and make the time you spend together count since he is busy a lot. He has a lot of pride though and honestly believes he has won most of the tickle fights. 
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sherbet-shark · 2 years
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The ghost of you
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Author’s note: I’m trying my hand at writing for another fandom/ and the idea of making this blog a multifandom one is invading my mind asdjkl. Do not interact if you don’t want spoilers for this game. Fire Emblem Heroes. I can’t believe I’m being dragged back into the fandom AGAIN,,
Summary: Líf sees the ghost of you every time he every time sees the summoner of this Askr. You have the same face, mannerisms, and beautiful smile that would’ve made his heart skip a beat. If only…
Trigger Warnings: Character Death, FE: Heroes spoilers, War, Angst
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Líf loathed admitting how similar you were to his summoner. After you summoned him to the Order’s side, all he could see was the ghost of you in them. Every little thing, the undead general saw you. Líf knew even though he was undoubtedly in an alternate universe where death won. It stabbed his heart with jealousy and malice towards every peaceful interaction you shared with him.
Stop looking at him like that. Stop asking how he was doing after every battle. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop trying to make his already dead heart beat with love for someone that was already gone…
Why did he have to suffer the horror of losing the love of his life, his family, and the war against Embla while the younger version of himself can revel in your affection, the constant victories, and his remaining family alive? Deep down, Líf knew that for your world to win. His world had to lose, but in that painful, horrific moment. A small piece of his sanity and heart died as his summoner drew their last breath by Eir’s dagger.
That was only the tip of the iceberg, as his Order’s Heroes dropped like flies. It made everyone anxious seeing their beloved Summoner dead by an ally’s hand. Soon after, everyone perished. The taste of defeat and death sat bitterly upon the dead man’s tongue as he held Sökkvabekkr. The metal file in his armored hand tightens as he sharpens his sword. To sheer away unwanted memories, clean away the dried blood of his enemies. To clean away the ghost of you, as his glowing red eyes stared into the blade. What would you say now seeing his damned soul like this?
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glowingbadger · 6 months
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Felix and 5 from the kink list… v///v,,, with reader in the supervisor/superior role,,,,
Ohohohoho how intriguing, I love this character/kink combination. Obviously, this will be a modern AU, so heads up about that~
Also, man, is there anything a fem person can wear that's sexier than a white blouse with a pencil skirt, tights/stockings and a pair of black pump heels? It's one of my greatest weaknesses, so if you're someone who wears fem presenting clothes, probably just envision that for Reader-chan here lol
CW: office romance, boss x employee
Felix (FE3H) x GN! Reader
Kink prompt #5 (office sex)
NSFW 18+
Felix is the only one of your coworkers with the quiet audacity to let himself into your office without so much as a knock- nevermind that, as department lead, you're technically his supervisor. His expression rests at its usual prickly default as he wordlessly nudges your door closed behind him, and you turn to face him with a single eyebrow quirked.
"We've talked about knocking," you say with a sigh, "I'd appreciate if you'd exhibit the same level of professionalism as anyone else here."
"It's nearly six," he says bluntly, one hand on his hip and the other absently tugging at his tie, loosening it just a bit, "It's not like there's anyone left to care. You're the only one still sitting around here."
"And you, apparently."
His gaze drifts absently to the bookcase beside your desk.
"Guess so."
Silent once more, he loiters near the shelves lined with books that haven't been touched for as long as you've occupied this office, and nick-nacks you'd placed haphazardly, if only because you had nowhere else to put them.
"Well... I've still got, like, two dozen e-mails to get to, so..." you trail off, a hand running through your hair as you exhale.
When Felix turns to you, he's scowling.
"You work too hard. None of the other idiots at this company put in the kind of hours that you do."
"Coming from you, that almost sounds like a compliment," you say with a weary grin.
"It's not," he replies.
Just like that, he approaches, and now he's close- far too close for an employee alone with his supervisor. You turn to face him, but end up trapped between his body and the edge of your desk pressed to the back of your thighs. Your breath catches, but you maintain composure. Or, you think you do. It's hard to keep yourself in check when you catch the way his brown eyes flicker towards your lips for just a split second.
"It's irritating," he says, his tone harsh but his voice low, "You should be delegating more of your workload. I hate seeing you here this late every day."
As he speaks, his hand is running up the side of your neck until his palm cups your jawline and his fingertips tease into your hair. His touch is gentle despite his usual harsh demeanor, and by now, you know to expect this. Felix is always gentle with you in your rare and precious time alone together, no matter how he may come across to anyone else. You smile warmly at him.
"But if I work less, you and I won't get to have these little private meetings so often."
You run a hand up the muscled abdomen you can feel through his dress shirt, then tug him closer by his tie- and he allows it, despite his wry expression.
"And I wouldn't have to come pester you like this if you didn't need to be convinced to leave your desk."
Your smile curls into a half-smirk.
"You haven't done much convincing yet, Mr. Fraldarius."
He offers no reply, but fixes his hands at your hips and turns you firmly around towards that very same vexing desk. With his body flush to yours, your ass presses firm against where you can feel his cock beginning to rise. His hands run up your sides, and you mew his name softly into the empty office.
"Quiet," he whispers against your ear, his breath tickling your skin sending a shivering tremor through you.
"No one's here..." you manage. His hands run over your chest, fingers grazing across your nipples, and your body arcs against him. His hips pitch forward, grinding his erection against you as it grows ever larger and ever more insistent.
"Could be other stragglers. Besides," he pauses to tease the shell of your ear with his teeth, "I like it when you try to keep quiet. And I like it even more when you fail."
As though to prove his point, he shifts away from you just enough to slap an open palm against your ass, forcing a whimpering moan from your lips.
"Felix..!"
He groans, but stifles the sound in the crook of your neck.
"You're... such a pain," you gasp out, "The nerve to... treat your supervisor like- mmh!"
He bites down at your shoulder muscle, and you can only imagine the kind of mark he's leaving you, with a thrill of warm arousal between your legs at the thought. Shameless hands still travel your body, slow but firm and unabashed, each inch of skin claimed only compounding your need for him. Until, finally, he begins to tug your clothes away with the kind of demanding force you've come to expect and adore from him. He's impatient, but so are you, so when he only manages to get your clothing just out of the way enough to press the tip of his cock to your entrance, you're already burning with anticipation.
"Fuck-" you inhale sharply as he pushes into you, opening you up around each inch of him. His cock throbs at your eager response, and the twitching motion just stretches you even better, rubs into you sinfully. Felix rocks his hips against you in a slow yet relentless rhythm, pushing steadily deeper until he's held inside of you to the base, your bodies nestled firmly together.
"You must be pent up," he speaks softly but plainly against your neck, "You're trembling like you already want to cum."
He's not wrong, but he doesn't have to outright say it. Your unsteady hand meets the sharp line of his jaw and travels up to his hair, holding him close as you struggle to steady your breath.
"Felix, please-"
You feel the harsh scrape of his teeth at your neck once more, and before you've even processed this sharp sensation, he pulls back, then thrusts his cock into you, deep and hard. Your hands fly to the surface of the desk beneath you to steady yourself, and as he continues to fuck you from behind, it's the only thing keeping your trembling legs from giving out. You're biting down on your lip, fighting against the cries of pleasure you so dearly want to let out. You feel his hand descend against your ass once more, then grab a handful, savoring the way your flesh fills his palm. And with that, your restraint already begins to fracture. Each time the head of his cock pounds into that sweet spot deep within you, your voice escapes in gradually clearer moans.
"That's it- come on, stop being difficult," his hands grab at your hips and pull you against him, holding you in place while his entire length lurches against your inner walls- and you moan. Fuck, you moan so loud that for a moment, you think that if there's a single soul lingering in this entire building, they must have heard you.
"There," Felix grunts- he's trying to sound firm and measured, but you can hear the way his voice wavers as you tighten and squeeze around his hard member, "See what I have to do... to get you to stop thinking about work..?"
He's definitely succeeded- you're hardly thinking about anything, let alone work. Your body is warm and your mind is buzzing with the thrill of pleasure and taboo, and it's all you can do to arch back against him once more and murmur,
"Just shut up and fuck me."
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nabateaprodigy · 10 months
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Hello! Can I request Fire Emblem Heroes King of Faerghus!Dimitri x Summoner!Reader where Dimitri confesses to the Reader by asking them to stay by his side like in his level 40 conversation but Reader thinks he means it more professionally/as an advisor, but ends with them getting together?
A King and his Summoner
Series: Fire Emblem.
Character: King of Faerghus!Dimitri.
Genre: Fluff.
Proofread: Yes.
Reader: Summoner!Reader.
Notes: Reader is Gender Neutral.
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Ever since Dimitri had been summoned to Askr it had been something new and unexpected for him. His friends and loved ones were there. Along with other versions of himself and his friends!
It took him a while to adjust to this new kingdom and see different versions of his friends. However, Dimitri had someone there for him since he arrived to adjust to this new kingdom.
Who was that someone? Why it was you of course! Ever since you summoned Dimitri you and him grew with each other and developed a deep bond with one another.
From helping him in battle after battle and defeating countless foes. To help him understand how even ended up in Askr and explain things he was unfamiliar with.
Dimitri and you had been there for each other and became very close over time. Although lately, Dimitri had been thinking something over as of late. It's about you and how he felt towards you.
Dimitri valued his and your time together but wanted more for you and him to spend every day together. So he planned to tell you how he felt as he planned to with you later in the day. The time was quickly approaching so he left to speak with you at the location he told you to meet at.
When Dimitri arrived he already saw you there waiting for him. "Ah, summoner thank you for taking the time to speak with me," Dimitri spoke already relaxing by being near you.
"Of course, Dimitri getting to spend any more time with you. Is something I'd take the opportunity to do!" Always so kind and honest Dimitri liked that about you.
"There is something rather important I would like to speak with you about." He spoke again struggling to find his words. However, after some time he finally finds the words to say.
"When you summoned me here to Askr I had already been crowd King back home in Faerghus. But even as a King I continue to grow and learn new things. So far here in Askr all of that has been thanks to you summoner."
He paused for a moment before speaking once again. "Please summoner stand by my side and help me become a king Faerghus can be proud of!" He spoke now awaiting your response.
"But I already have been Dimitri! For the entire time, I have had you here with me. There was no need to speak with about this!" You let a chuckle after finishing what you said to him.
That...was not the response he was expecting maybe he should be more direct? Yes surely by being more direct about what he truly says and what he is feeling! "Ah of course summoner but I meant it in a different light."
"I wish for you to stand by my side as my king/queen. So that with you by my side I will have all the support and love I need. For the people of Faerghus to have a king they can be proud of."
You were stunned for a moment unsure of what to say. However, after a while, you gathered your thoughts and gave a response to Dimitri. "Oh, Dimitri so that's what you meant. Then yes I'll be your king/queen and stand by your side. By being with you I'll show Faerghus how lucky they are to have such an amazing king."
Dimitri smiled as he embraced you in a hug. "Thank you summoner you've truly made me a happy king. I love you." You hugged Dimitri. "And I love you too Dimitri."
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gojoidyll · 4 months
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Askr grinned in amusement as he watched you press your face against his chest. A content sigh escaping your lips as you let your arms encircle his waist.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Mmm, very much so."
No thoughts, just my face pressed against this lovely himbo bull's chest and abs 🥹
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frickingnerd · 6 months
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yandere faye
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pairing: faye x gn!reader
tags: delusions, obsession, clingy yandere
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faye is a delusional yandere
if you're kind to her once, she'll quickly start to have the wrong idea about your intentions behind it
and before you know it, she's clinging to you and confesses her love to you over and over again
faye isn't shy about her crush on you and she is determined to confess to you again and again, until you finally reciprocate her feelings! 
she's convinced that you are just a bit shy and that's why you are turning her down
but she knows what you really want! you want her! she just knows it!
faye won't leave your side until you finally accept her feelings for you
and even then, she'll continue to cling to you once the two of you start dating
she doesn't want to be without you anymore! she needs to be near you at all times to be happy
even when the two of you sit in silence, faye is happier than she could be with anyone else
she never felt this way for anyone before and she knows you'll be the first and last person she'll be with! 
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fire-emblem-drabbles · 10 months
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Pairing: Lif x reader
Prompt: The summoner gets a new outfit, based on Hel.
Description: You were a little apprehensive to try on the clothing made in the style of Hel... You didn't realize it would make Lif even more anxious than you.
Rating: sfw
Word Count: 1299
Notes: Whoo its a fanfiction!!! Not only that its a series!!! Anyways is anyone surprised to find I'm writing Lif to get out a little block in writing. I'm certainly not. This is not looked over at all, and yes I did do a whole ass sketch to decide how I wanted Hel summoner to look. You'll probably see a picture for that soon :eyes:
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“Wow this is really different…” You couldn’t help the way your voice softened as you traced delicate fingers over the clothing prepared for you. It sat innocently in your room, delivered by the tailor earlier and waiting for you to come and find it. You had asked them to make you some clothing similar tho the heroes from Hel (as well as those resplendent heroes from there; you did always tend to stare when another hero came though with the macabre designs).
Staring down the clothing now, you can’t help but feel a little intimidated by it. With its shining black armor, intricate designs and carefully chosen accessories you felt for a moment that perhaps something this nice (for lack of a better word) was too good for you. But, you had to remember this clothing was quite literally made for you. Each stitch considered carefully, every color chosen with care…
So its with a deep breath that you begin to dress in the outfit before you. Carefully slipping on your under clothing, you can’t help but admire the delicate headpiece and interesting armor. It was interesting to see what on your old outfit inspired the creation of this one, and the liberties taken by the tailor to create something that could absolutely be seen from the soldiers of Hel.
Once on and seeing yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel a little heat over your cheeks. On the wall this outfit didn’t seem so revealing, but this skirt, with its cut edges seemed to ride up higher than yours, with the cut that usually filled you with confidence running much higher than before-- your saving grace being the bright blue thigh highs that showed just a bit of real skin. The shirt, meant to resemble the skin of the dead brought back, had careful patterns cut from it to show off your actual skin. At least, the armor resting on your chest and hips made you feel a little protected, not something the flimsy cape you wore could do.
Looking at your cloak, sitting lonesome on the bed, you almost felt like it would be better to replace your previous outfit instead. But glancing at your mirror once again, you steeled yourself; you couldn’t let your own awkwardness put this outfit down. So, with confidence renewed, you move to head out your door, trying to decide what heroes you should surprise with your outfit first.
You thought of the Robin’s, how they would probably be delighted to see how you matched them now. Or maybe Alfonse and Sharena, the latter who would be so excited to see you branching out a little with your clothing. There was any number of heroes who would be pleased to see you like this, you were sure. You really just had to pick a direction and walk!
...That was, of course, after you finished your patrol. It was that time. In all your giddiness to try on your new outfit, you had nearly forgotten!
“Ohh I know I asked someone to accompany me today…” You muttered, heading out towards the perimeter of the castle to begin. You couldn’t quite remember who it was, though. Unbothered, and expecting to enjoy their presence anyways, you hum as you reach the spot you usually start your patrol. You didn’t see anyone around, though, so perhaps you were just misremembering the day…
“Summoner…?” You turned to the sound of a gasp, already quiet footsteps stopping at sight of you.
“Oh, Lif!” You smile at him, but his red eyes remain wide with shock. “Is everything alright? I hope I didn’t keep y--!” Your cut off as Lif suddenly sweeps you into an embrace. “Lif?” You curl your head up to look at him, hands pressed against hard armor. But he’s hidden his face against your neck. You can feel your heartbeat picking up next to him. “What’s wrong?” Your voice comes out quieter now, as you take the chance to hug him back.
“This outfit you’re wearing… I…” He stops speaking but it doesn’t stop your eyes from widening. “But you’re still breathing… still alive…” You feel his heavy breath land on your neck, cold as his embrace.
“It was supposed to be for fun…” You admit softly. “I… didn’t intend to scare you.” How stupid could you be? Of course an outfit like this would cause him to act like that!
“For a moment I…” He stops again, pulling you close once more to double check your heart was still beating.
“I’m so sorry…” You pull back, just enough that you can see the sadness in his eyes, just as much as you feel it in the way he refuses to let you go. “I promise, I’m not dead. I’m still here…” Your unsure what else to say, silent as Lif closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Don’t apologize. I… was just taken back to the past is all.” You can’t help but frown at his words. “So many times I’ve agonized about not being able to save you, and to see you like this…” He shakes his head.
“I-I can go change! I’d still really like you to join me for my patrol.” You remember how much pleading it had taken to get him to agree in the first place.
“You don’t have to do that. I… just need a moment.” Still, he does not let you go. As if letting you go would change reality, and you too would be under Hel’s domain…
“Then I won’t go anywhere, then.” You were still beating yourself up over being dumb enough to wear this around Lif. You hadn’t even considered how he might feel seeing you like this… “I just got jealous of all the other Heroes getting new outfits, so I wanted to join in on the fun. I really enjoyed the way other heroes outfits came out when based on Hel but…” You sigh and shake your head, unable to finish the thought. “Think of it this way, Lif. I match you now!” You say instead, trying to boost his mood from how somber he had become.
“Match me?” He echoes the words. It wasn’t an entirely displeasing thought, but… Even now, taking another look at your outfit, Lif has to stop the pit of anxiety that fills him. You looked so happy though, smiling up at him in that encouraging way.
“Tell you what. We can go slow on my patrol today, and I won’t drop your hand the entire time.” You decide, pulling back from him but taking his right hand in your left. “I know were both wearing a lot of armor, but you can feel how warm I am, right?”
“...I can.” He nods, because even thought your now gauntlet clad hand, Lif can feel the heat of your hand. It’s very comforting, though he dare not admit.
“Then you can know I’m still alive.” You grin wide at him. “And if anything scary comes along during our patrol, I know I can trust you to keep me alive and safe too.” You added. “So… come on! We’re already running a little behind as it is.” You urge him forward by walking yourself, causing Lif to follow lest he lose the warmth of your hand.
The two of you continued forward like that, silent but happy in one anthers company. Lif wasn’t sure he enjoyed your new outfit yet. However, if it meant he got to hold your hand like this, soak in your warm touch as he had before… perhaps it wasn’t all bad. And like you said; the two of you did match now. You were dressed like him, and not Alfonse so… maybe, there was a chance for him after all.
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mysticpink · 6 months
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TW: death, blood, child death
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“What if you die and I’m still here?”
He ran.
Alfonse ran as fast as he can.
“Then you’ll be all grown up”
He broke down the doors, “SUMMONER!!” He cries out, voice breaking.
Tired from running, so tried from fighting. Just tired.
‘Please be alive. Please be alive’
“And you won’t need me”
He saw them. A child no older then 8 in a white and gold robes. Laying near a red headed woman dressed in white.
He slowly walked to them, heart beating faster and faster, “no, no, no, no”
“..I think I always need you….”
“…Alfonse”
The child was in fact, his summoner. They lay next to Anna, who was also dead. For a while now. It looked like she carried them before being killed herself and the summoner rolled out of her arms. Anna looked to be in very bad shape, one of her notable injuries is that she had a slash mark on her back. A big one for that matter. It looked like to be from a sword or a axe.
The summoner looked no better than Anna. They had some arrows in their back and battle markings on their face. Blood on their front, looking like they took a sword swing to the chest.
He feel on his knees, covered his face in his hands. He lost his sister, his mother, his commander and now his summoner.
In the first time in a long while. Alfonse cried. He actually fully broke down.
Why was Hel so cruel?
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Lif was summoned to Askr only a few weeks ago. Honestly if you ask him, he is still very much in shock he was summoned here if all places. A world very much like his. But only everyone he cared about is alive.
He was on his daily patrol around the castle until he stop to hear familiar voices. He turned to see the Child!Summoner and Alfonse having a conversation that he couldn’t help but overhear.
What he heard broke him.
“I think I always need you….”
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So now that Embla has dropped, is it cool if I ask for Embla and summoner headcanons, platonic or not?
Embla:
-Embla is difficult to find. She hides among shadows and only appears when she knows she is needed for battle. If Summoner actively seeks her out, she ignores them for quite some time.
-"I have no interest in speaking with you mortal. Approach another." She'll tell them from the shadows, her presence disappearing as quickly as it approached. And she's quite adamant of this fact. "I am here to fight your battles, not appease your misplaced desire for companionship."
-She'll eventually come around. It's slow and subtle when she does. First she becomes easier to find, she'll let her place in the dark be known but won't outright come out until Summoner grows closer with her. "I don't understand why you continue to pester me, we have nothing to speak of." But still, if they do have something to say she does listen, however, she's scowling the whole time.
-When tolerance turns to fondness, she frets. Refusing to allow herself to fall victim to the loss of another mortal, she'll return to the dark, ignoring them outright if they search for her. They can still feel her watching and following behind them in the night.
-The day she comes around is abrupt. Appearing before Summoner at random. "I forbid you to die. If that foolish child of Askr asks you an impossible task, refuse." She isn't joking, she will turn around and tell Alfonse no for them. Maybe throw in a threat or two.
-Being friends with Embla is strange because sometimes Summoner forgets they're even friends to begin with. She's protective to the point of being insulting if she thinks they're about to do something dangerous. "If you wish to die Summoner, merely ask me and I will save us both some pain." She wouldn't actually... okay maybe.
-"I have no need for offerings but since these are from you, I will accept them." Any gifts from them are labelled as offerings, but unlike offerings she does actually treasure most of the things they've given her. Even if she considers them silly mortal trinkets.
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lexsssu · 6 months
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Same (Grima!Robin)
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TAGS: Grima(M)!Robin/Dragoness!reader, enemies to lovers, heats/ruts, dirty talk, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.
“Am I really so interesting you must pester me?”
That was the first sentence Grima had ever directed at you, which you replied to by narrowing your eyes at him as shining gold clashed with blazing red. You’d think that seeing as you both were Fell Dragons there would be a certain kinship between you despite coming from completely different worlds.
Sadly, you didn’t expect how surly and simply aggravating he was to be with when you only wanted to form a friendship with him. 
With a huff, your great wings appeared from your back and flew you away from the irritable god, intending to play with the dragon children instead or even enjoy a cup of tea with Corrin & Kamui.
Grima’s crimson eyes glowed in the dark as he stared at your receding back, a faint tugging sensation in his chest making itself known the moment you were a fair distance away from him.
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“You are a curious one...You willingly come to chat with me? The fell dragon? Alone?”
“Listen here, mister. In case you haven’t noticed or gotten the memo yet...I’M A FELL DRAGON TOO!”
In your anger, you stepped right up to Grima until your face was but centimeters away from his, albeit you were a bit on the shorter side but your confidence and projection made you all the more taller.
The surly sorcerer surprisingly didn’t feel that your words or tone was disrespectful, nor did he feel irritated at how closely you stood before him as if you were equals. Rather, he felt quite...intrigued.
He normally had no qualms about sending anyone who irritated him a severe beatdown or even death if he was feeling merciful, but you? The silver-haired male couldn’t help but find your actions quite...endearing if he was being honest with himself. 
You bare your claws and fangs at him as if to intimidate him, but your actions proved otherwise. The fact that you always rebuked him for his “ mistakes ” only to still look back aggrievedly as if waiting for him to coax you always left him feeling VERY bemused.
Why, you were like fledgeling clumsily trying to attract a mate by acting coquettish without even knowing what your actions were suggesting!
“Be careful with your words and actions, girl. Lest someone take them as an invitation for something more.”
And he left just like that, leaving you utterly bewildered by his cryptic riddles.
“What is this man raving about again…”
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“Will you be my mate and bear my young or must you continue this game of chase with me? Bear in mind the fact that regardless of your answer...I will have you whimpering beneath me and crying for my seed in your womb,” the male dragon growled in your ear, a delighted shiver travelling down your spine as fluids shamefully collected at your untouched lower lips.
The both of you were away from Askr’s castle, in a secluded cave ways away from any hero, enemy, or even civilian who might stumble into it by chance. Piles of fur meticulously cleaned laid on the cold, hard ground and providing comfort and warmth from the abrasive floor. 
Yet, their warmth was nothing compared to the large, strong, and practically burning hot body that caged your own against the mass of furs. However, the hottest part was the groin that unashamedly rubbed and ground itself against your soft buttocks. Even within the confines of his trousers, Grima’s cock stood tall and proud as it tented against the fabric, caressing your cunt and further ruining the once pristine pair of panties you wore. The fabric had already turned transparent with how much juices leaked out of your lewd pussy, a fact that the damned god took great pleasure in.
“Look at how much slick you drip just from this alone and tell me...does it not please you to mate with the only male of our kind? I see how you care for the whelps within the Order and thought...would it not be better to have hatchlings of our own for you to mother?”
As you ponder dazedly over his words, he takes the time to lick and nibble at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Biting at the area teasingly as he continued his ministrations, letting you feel the sweltering heat of his hard cock as he humped your pussy from behind, ready to mount you at a moment’s notice but refraining from taking that final step.
“I’ll be good to you, on my honor as a Fell Dragon. I will provide and care for you as a mate should and that extends to all children that will be born from our union. Never shall I stray and forever we shall stay together.”
“...Grima, please…”
The sound of a dragon’s roar echoed through the cave and resounded through the kingdom, alerting both citizens and the Order alike, but no one could find the source.
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It was only until three days later that you and your new husband/mate reappeared before the shocked eyes of the heroes. A proud mark shone on your neck, looking less like a bite mark and more like a tattoo as it shone a bright red whereas Grima’s which shone like gold on his left collarbone above where his heart should be was hidden beneath his cloak.
No one made a comment about your abrupt disappearance and return together. Nor did they attempt to inquire about the slight roundness of your belly, too afraid to earn Grima’s ire which was all too easy to do and usually resulted into a none too pretty sight. 
Judging by the way the Fell Dragon menacingly hovered over you, it was within the best interests of everyone not to ask any questions.
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