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The purpose of sunscreen was meant to prevent any burning of the skin beneath the merciless gleam of the sun.
And yet, Alfonse still managed to find a different means of use, all while the entirety of his body felt engulfed in flame.
His right hand tingled, still slick with a thinning layer of sunscreen, the rest of which was slathered over the length of his achingly hard cock.
Whereas the rest of the Order of Heroes were freely enjoying some much needed respite frolicking around the beach, he was stowed away in a nearby dressing room stall, which felt more like a confessional booth as he aggressively worked through his shame with every buck of his hips against his palm.
He was possessed, thrown into the extremes of his yearning and left to suffer in its depths.
After all, it was a rare but holy sight to see you out of your robe--and in such a revealing swimsuit no less.
There was a greedy part of him that wanted to cover you up, to haul you back into this very dressing stall. Though, while his intention would be to suggest something more modest, he wasn't sure his regal discipline would hold up while being in such a tight and confined space with you.
Instead, he just leapt at the chance to help apply sunscreen to your skin--lest anyone else even think to get their hands on you first.
The warmth and softness of your body, the giggles you emitted whenever his hands dragged over somewhere ticklish, the trust in him displayed as you lied obediently upon your beach towel as you awaited for him to finish--
"Alfonse~! Are you coming?"
Your voice.
His teeth clenched hard, body tensing stiffly as he choked back a moan as a mess of cum spilled over his hand.
He slumped back against the wall of the dressing stall, regaining his composure with every snatched breath as quickly as he could.
After all, the two of you may not be lovers yet, but ever was he ready to be at your beck and call.
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Scenario: After a tiring day at work, your husband/boyfriend decides to comfort you in their own ways.
Warning: fluff, self indulgent situations(I just want cuddles from my favorite boys okay)
Tamaki Amajiki(BNHA)
When you collapse on the couch after a day of grueling hero work, Tamaki knows he has to do something for you. Despite being exhausted from work as well, he cannot just let you be.
âIâll order takeout, dear. You donât have to cook dinner...â Presenting you the new bath foams he picked up on his way home, Tamaki leaves you to relax after making sure the tub is filled with steamy water.
He is not as terrified of human interactions as his younger self, but still prefer to stay away from them. However, if speaking with a stranger means his love gets some more rest, Tamaki would definitely do it.
After dinner, Tamaki would have you snuggle with him, whether it be in bed or the couch. Watching movies under tick blankets does not sound so bad either.
With the warm embrace of this ravenette, all of your exhaustion melt to ashes as soon as you lean against his chest. âTamaki-san, love you!â You would leave affectionate kisses on his flushed cheeks, giggle when he blushes.
Hitoshi Shinsou(BNHA)
You would be greeted with a delicious meal when you come home! Shinsouâs work is not as demanding as yours, therefore he can be home early and cook you a tasty dinner to mend your mind after a day of hard work.
Whether you have been with him long or not, the sight of his dishes never cease you delight you.
âToshi, it smells amazing!!â You exclaim as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. âI bet it tastes amazing too.â The cats would also greet you at the door, rubbing their chin around your ankles as their welcomes.
Oh, how you love seeing him in an apron. With kitty prints no less.
His culinary skills are getting better everyday, but you are willing to eat anything he made. Even if at the very beginning they taste like a mixture of ash and flour.
You would talk about your days, laughing at your coworkersâ stupidity.
You two would take turns messaging each otherâs shoulders while watching stupid cat videos(although you have like seven cats already). Brushing the cats too!
At the end you would wrap your arms around him yawning and demand him to carry you to the bed, like a willful little girl. Hitoshi would comply, of course.
He never felt happier when he lay next to you, only frowning when you took most of the blanket for yourself.
Tibarn(Fire emblem Radiant Dawn)
This is for my bird thirst that cannot seem to leave me alone recently. Radiant dawn made furries hot what-
If you are only here for BNHA, feel free to skip these fire emblem thirsts.
(I am writing the reader as a Laguz because I do not want Tibarn to lose his hawk power, a bird species like heron maybe?)
I know I am a furry okay
As the King and Queen of Phoenicis, you two are quite busy during the day. Him going on patrols and you dealing with internal affairs. By patrols, you know your beloved is raiding Begnion ships on the seas. While you disapprove of the idea of robbing innocent merchant ships, you do hold deep resentment towards the Begnion Empire just like Tibarn. How could you not, after what happened in the Serene forest?
Even though he promised to never die in hands of Beorcs, you still ramble about his safety as you two get ready for the day in the nest. Helping him getting his feathers tidy, you tell your Hawk king how he should beware of archers(For the thousand time). âDove, I wonât go dying on you, I promise you that. Now wish me luck!â By luck, Tibarn means a parting kiss. But if you feel grumpy or you two had a fight last night, he will not be getting any.
However, no matter which mood you are in, you would always anticipate his returns in the afternoon.
Your ladies in waiting are used to this, they would do a job to keep you from zoning out when you turn your gaze towards the shore. They would giggle and remind you the duties at hand.
When Tibarn returns from the seas, you are always the first one flying to him. The people of Phoenicis would look upon their sovereigns with adoration, happy that their King and Queen is so in love.
He always insists on giving you a loving kiss on the lips as soon as you rush into his embrace. âTibarn, our people are watching!â You blush in embarrassment.
âThat is my intention, I need to let them know how much I love my darling dove.â For that, you got an extra peck for today.
Although inland duties are not as tiring as flying all day, it still takes tolls on your energy. After some cold fish you would just want to stay in the nest, just lying down and let sleep claim you.
However, your tiredness would disappear as soon as Tibarn present you the treasures he pillaged today. âThis ruby necklace compliments your eyes nicely, dove.â Your eyes glows at the sight of pretty jewelry and sharp weapons, and that would sooth the Kingâs fatigues.
Sometimes he would come back with wounds, which calls for reprimands. As you put bandages over the cuts, you would nag about how much you worried one day your âinvincibleâ king would die from those Beorc arrows. He will never admit it, but oh how Tibarn loves hearing worrying over him like a mother to a hatchling.
âWhat would I do if you donât come back?â You pout as you tie the last knot of the bandages. â I know I would go and get revenge! Slaughter every last of those filthy beorcs of Begnion!â You hiss, and Tibarn found that absolutely adorable. You are a fine warrior; he feels awful for confining you on land so he can focus on patrolling. But he cannot ever have you in danger if he can help it.
Pulling you close with those fine muscular arms, he whispers by your ears: âMaybe youâll be less worried if you have a flock to look after...â You blush madly, and he laugh it off. âYouâre busy enough already, Iâm just teasing.â
You doubt you ever felt safer when you lie on your beefy husbandâs bare chest, his big wings wrapping around you like soft blankets. Those wings feared by so many are your dearest salvation, you would never grow tire at the sight of those feathers.
Author: Lotus (Proud member of smol fandoms but maybe a few bigger ones too)
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âDonât you worry your pretty little head, youâll be safe with us.â
Brigands. Of course youâd been attacked by brigands. And theyâd overpowered you easily- all you had on hand was a Wind tome, and these brigands were fairly well equipped with steel weapons and Elfire tomes. And so they were dragging you to their camp, the ropes around your wrists uncomfortably tight and your Mend staff slung over a brigandâs back, waiting to be sold at some point.
They tossed you into the cage and your meager belongings (you had nothing but the basic tome and the staff with you, as your more powerful Book of Naga had run out of uses earlier and you were on your way to get it replaced) tossed into the banditsâ convoy, laughing as you slumped against the bars of the cage they towed along, filled with other prisoners sitting in their own filth like animals.
When you saw what you recognized as a Ruin spell from run-ins with Grimleal and bandits crush the leader of the troupe, hope swelled in your chest, though not much. Dark magic was used most often by Grimleal, and you didnât want to run into them.
The boy whoâd cast the spell (for he looked to be young, a grin on his face despite the banditâs blood dotting his cloak) had white hair, was laughing as he cast another spell and killed another brigand. You recognized the group running to join him. The Shepherds, Exalt Chromâs loyal band of random followers, was approaching the troupe of bandits. This dark mage must have been one of them.
A man with orange hair and a candy stick poking out of his mouth picked the lock on your cage and cut the ropes binding you and the other prisoners. You knew him to be Gaius, the thief Lord Chrom had recruited at the price of a small pouch of sweets. Youâd always questioned how loyal such a man could be, but he seemed to be rather trustworthy. A thief with as relaxed a posture and carefree an attitude as this man had probably wasnât capable of stealing much more than sweets anyway.
Still, your curiosity was piqued by the dark mage. You went to the convoy and grabbed a brand new Catharsis staff (likely stolen) as well as a Fortify staff (also probably stolen) and a Celicaâs Gale tome (almost definitely stolen). You retrieved your Mend staff as well, it wouldnât do to use up the staves with less charges and be left without a staff to use.
The Shepherds appeared to be quite capable, which wasnât surprising in the least. A brigand was approaching the dark mage from behind and you blasted it with a charge from your newly acquired tome, the words disappearing from the page as you spoke them. The bandit gave a cry as the blades of wind sliced through his skin and left him in a bloody mess. It occurred to you that CelicaâsGale tomes used up their charges rather quickly, and you grabbed an Arcwind tome from the pile as a backup.
The battle ended swiftly, with your tomes still almost good as new and your staves not having expended a single charge. Chrom approached you, and you curtsied.
âLord Chrom, I must thank you for saving us,â you said with a genuine smile.
âCut the formalities. You showed a lot of potential in that battle, and both me and Robin believe you could make a useful addition to our team,â the exalt said with a smile.
âI would love to join you!â you accepted gratefully. âIt would be an honor to fight at your side.â
âItâs settled then,â the exalt smiled, turning back to his team to call, âTake what you need from their convoy! they wonât be needing any of it anymore.â
You decided you might be able to get along with this group as they descended on the hoard of weapons.
The dark mage who youâd seen before was Henry, and he was Plegian as well as formerly Grimleal. He was cheery, and much older than he seemed (likely due to magic) at around your age. He greeted you each day with a smile and a âHey, (Y/N)!â Out of all the Shepherds, you enjoyed his company the most- he knew better than to talk about serious issues or politics or just straight up nonsense (Vaike) with you, instead opting to talk about spells he was working on or just getting to know you. He skipped the small talk, probably because he was such a blunt person, and skipped straight into conversation, something you could appreciate.
Being the new member was awkward at first, as it took a while to get used to the fact that some of the Shepherds were the children of the Shepherds from the future. But the group was very accepting, and you were eventually able to get used to the future children. You grew quite close to a number of the Shepherds, but you were closest to Henry.
When he asked you to marry him, you werenât sure what to think. The boyish man was impulsive, and youâd worried that heâd spoken before he could really think about it. Youâd asked him if you could think about it, and heâd reluctantly agreed.
But as you continued to spend time with him you realized you really did love him, and he really did love you. Heâd been a constant ray of sunshine in the confusion of war, and now that it was over, you had your answer. You looked into Henryâs eyes and simply nodded. He seemed to know what you meant, as he lifted you into the air and swung your around, laughing.
âYes. Say it, say it!â he laughed.
âYes,â you said, laughing in return. His laughter was contagious.
âYes what? Yes what?â he was so happy, you gave him the response with a grin as wide as his own.
âYes, I will marry you.â
He wrapped his arms around you and laughed.
âIâll love you with every ounce of my blood until I die. Ooh, I wonder when thatâll be?â
I Know He's Better Than Me - He Knows He's Better Than Me
Summary:Â The decision was straightforward. After graduating, you were going to marry your college sweetheart, Alfonse.
And yet, on a night meant to celebrate his accomplishments, you still find yourself straying to the side of someone you shouldnât.
LĂf is Alfonseâs older brother after all.
Rating:Â NC-17
Pairing:Â Reader/Alfonse, Reader/LĂf
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Spring was here.
The chills of winter had come and passed, replaced now with afternoons full of warmth and sunshine as budding flowers began to bloom with the new season.
Fitting, as Alfonse was expected to formally announce his official appointment as a member of the family companyâs executive board. At last, the time of inheritance of burdensome prestige had arrived.
And with graduation looming around the corner, it would certainly be a miracle for him to have the time to take you out on a proper date.
Still, rather than lament, there was time for levity. Tonight would celebrate his ascension to the company board with a lavish party at the family mansion, helmed by Henriette and Sharena.
Of course, you would be in attendance, as the glittering diamond ring on your left finger would affirm.
With the party set to begin in a couple hours, you were about ready to head down and join Sharena with greeting tonightâs guests. You were adorned in nothing short of your best glamor--whatever you had your eye on, Alfonse was eager to buy on your behalf, even if you insisted on paying for your items yourself. At this point, all you had to do was check yourself over to ensure that you were presented as flawlessly as possible.
Perfection.
An impossible burden for anyone to achieve, let alone your darling Alfonse. But as his lover, you would do all you could to help him shoulder the responsibility that he was primed to bear.
And then the doorknob that led into the room twisted and turned.
A familiar face emerged within the reflection of the mirrorâs vanity.
âOh, AlfonseâŠ!â
A smile immediately tugged on your lips before you pressed them together to ensure an even coat of lipstick was applied. Turning your head towards him, you continued with a twinkle in your eyes, â...finished with preparing your speech?â
His expression was blank at first.
But as he heard you speak, his eyes closed for a moment.
Alfonse sighed.
A conflicted noise.
âYeah, about thatâŠâ
For a moment, Alfonseâs hand lingered on the doorknob, just moments before he strode on ahead towards you, making sure to leave the door open just slightly ajar.
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Why did he even bother showing up here?
LĂf sighed, taking a moment to roll up the sleeve of his black button-up shirt as he continued to meander along through the familiar surroundings of his childhood home, his inked arms revealed after once strategically covered upon entering through the mansion foyer. Though, the sight of astonished stares and nervous shifts from annoyingly wealthy rich faces he first received from other party guests made him wish that he tossed formality to the flames and just showed up in a muscle shirt and shortsâanything that would undoubtedly cause stifling rigid tradition to doubletake at his rebellion.
But if there was anything he refused to bear on this evening, it was attention.
That was all meant for his younger brother anyhow, especially since the only attention he cared to capture was yours alone.
And the last thing he wanted was for you to get caught up even further in the moronic politics of the family you would soon be officially a part ofâeven if the thought of that imminent day when Alfonse would be whisking you away in your wedding whites in matrimonial bliss clawed at his heart.
For now, he would savor every moment he could by your side, while you were still within reach, while your hand could still sneakily grasp onto his own before taking his brotherâs for good.
Though he anticipated there wouldnât be much of an opportunity for you to be alone together much, he still looked forward to seeing you.
As soon as he could find you at least.
While LĂf continued onwards, he only had one destination in mind.
Alfonseâs bedroom.
While his reason for being here was mainly for you, he was originally tasked with finding his brother first by none other than Sharena. With Gustav soon set to make his toast in commemoration of his sonâs grand ascension, this meant that finding the currently missing Alfonse was of absolute importance.
And LĂf couldnât exactly say no to Sharena literally pushing him on, pouting and huffing over how their brother could be late on such a momentous occasion.
An occasion that at once was originally meant for him, but one he vehemently refused.
And now his younger brother would get to bear the burden of an enforced familial legacy while also getting to marry the love of their lives.
At once a neutral smile, his lips curled down at the thought right as heâat lastâfinally approached the door that led to Alfonseâs bedroom.Â
One tatted hand reached to grab the doorknob when he suddenly heard an all-too familiar whine from within.
LĂf immediately froze, his fingers tensing while his stoic expression broke as his eyes widened.
Heâd recognize that precious little noise anywhere.
As that same sound repeatedâthis time breathier in timbreâhis lips parted as he was about to call your name while he stepped forward, until the flash of a familiar shade of blue that was akin to his own hair caught his eye and his breath through the crack in the door.
And then he peered further inside, feeling his chest become hollow while his stomach twisted into a maligned knot before plummeting down to the pit of his very being.
He could see Alfonse and he could see you.
Together, with you seated, bouncing on his brotherâs lap. Whatever niceties you had planned for the evening was all in utter disarrayâyour hair let loose, your lipstick smeared from messy kisses, your breasts spilling forth out the front of your dress after it was likely yanked down, your dressâs hem shoved up to reveal the sight of your core swiveling up and down the long length of his cock, your expression hot and red with flustered ecstasy.
All the while Alfonse continued to imprison you within his grasp, one hand guiding you up and down his dick as he continued to squeeze and fondle your breasts with the other hand, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your neck as a sure means to be an absolute pain to try covering up at the party. Though his expression was just as pleasured, there was a certain intensity to his demeanorâwhile his kind blue eyes continued to admire the sight of your body rolling against his, there was a furrow to his brow that made his behavior seem more calculating.
LĂf would know. He was his older brother.
And such was why he wasnât all that too surprised by what he heard next.
LĂf immediately darted his eyes on you and you alone through the doorâs opening.
Horrified didnât even begin to describe the look that immediately swept on your face. Your wide eyes, the sudden tensing of your body, the desperate flail of your arms to try and cover yourself
âA-AlfonseâŠplease! LĂfâs right thereâ!â
And yet, you continued to bounce helplessly away upon Alfonseâs cockâhow could you not, what with the commanding grip he had on your hip.
Whereas he simply guided you through the rhythm, it was at your response that his teeth suddenly clenched tight together as his arms then wrapped around you from behind in a tight vice, locking you further in place against him as he began to pummel away into you with a surge of vicious fervor.
âSo protecting his feelings is what you care for most?!â Alfonse exclaimed just moments before he buried his face in your neck, the stern look on his features breaking with the muffled sob he then let out. âYouâre really choosing the man whoâs been trying to steal you away from me?â
You gasped with a vehement shake of your head. âNo, thatâs notâ!â
âI wonât stand for it!â Alfonse lifted his head right as he grasped your chin, turning your head so you were made to look right into his tearful eyes as he declared, âIâll never stand for it! I love you more than anything else and Iâll prove it to you right here and nowâŠ!â
And as Alfonse slammed into you even harder, so did his bedroom door shut, shoved shut with such intense fury that the hinges groaned from tremendous strain.
Yet LĂfâs fist remained firmly curled at his side as he stormed away.
Too many emotions swirled within him, a tempest of fury and anguish that he had done all he could to quell over the years but was quickly spilling forth.
This damned day, this damned family, this damned lifeâhis brother could have it all and more.
Everything except you.
Selfish guilt be damned.
The next time he saw you, those condoms were going to be trashed.
Youâve always been so damn indecisiveâas you continued to leave your choice up in the air, he would gladly and vengefully make it for you.
