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5iyoomi · 7 months ago

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Hello! Thanks again for the FE3H request! Loved it!

I had the idea of asking if you could do a request with M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado, with a male! reader? Nsfw too, if possible?

For the plot/context, the reader is a mage who promoted into a Sage! The boys are reacting to seeing the sage outfit, which they never saw before, on the reader and being all flustered about it.

Thank you!

They React to Your New Outfit ━ Part 1

characters: M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado warnings: handjob, oral, penetrative sex, fingering (all reader receiving), dry humping, making out, me drifting from the prompt like 20 times lmao, not proofread/might be ooc A/N: hii I'm glad you liked the fe3h request! I wasn't sure if it was any good or not when I wrote it tbh.. sorry this one took me so long but I hope it was worth the wait :) I did sfw and nsfw for this but it kinda leans more towards nsfw in general

Part 2 | Word Count: 2,574

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Alear

Honestly I feel like he'd be the most flustered apart from Alcryst. He thinks you look good no matter what you're wearing, that you could absolutely pull off anything you wanted to and he'd be right there to tell you exactly that

But he's at a loss for words once he sees your new sage outfit, entirely different from the purples and browns of your old one. Your cape flows down to your feet, intricate designs adorning the piece of fabric that's draped over your broad shoulders

His eyes catch how your stomach and chest is almost entirely exposed to him, and he thinks his first thought would have surely gotten him weird looks if people could read his mind

He stutters out something that sounds suspiciously like 'pretty', but when you ask him if he said something he gets nervous and pretends like he didn't

He knows getting distracted in the middle of a battle wouldn't do anyone any good, so he tries not to think about it until you have a moment to yourselves

Heterochromatic eyes gaze lovingly into yours, bright hues of blue and red bright underneath the lights in his room. Alear has you laying beneath him with a loose grip on your waist to keep you steady, gently tugging your pants down just enough to free your already half-hard length.

"You look nice, you know that?" He breathes, thin fingers wrapping around your sensitive cock and thumbing at the leaking slit. He can't take his eyes off of you, entranced by how your clothes hug you in all the right places. His lips ghost over your jawline, and you tremble. "It suits you."

He insisted on you keeping your clothes on, everything except for your cape that was somewhere on the floor now; you couldn't be bothered to care. All that mattered was the pleasure that surrounded you like a cloud and his hand that worked you with practiced ease.

You run your fingers through his hair, your legs kept spread by his body in between them. "You- ah, think so?" You murmur, having to bite your lip when he silently nods, sucking a light hickey onto your neck. He knows it'll be covered up, that he won't have to worry about people asking you or him what happened, even though it's obvious.

You're his, after all. While a part of him wants to show you off, stake his claim in the only way he knows how, he doesn't need to. You're almost never not with him, anyway, fighting every battle by his side and staying glued to his hip outside of it. Not that he'd have it any other way.

Slowly but surely neither of you could be found without the other. People would constantly ask you where the Divine One was if you showed up without him, and people would wonder if he'd seen you around. It was a little embarrassing at first, but he couldn't say he minded.

So he'll take care of you tonight, take his time and bring you over the edge the same way he always does. Even if it's more for himself than anything else, to watch you fall apart in his arms with his name on your lips, but you weren't exactly complaining.

Alfred

Seeing as he's dating you, he wouldn't at all be afraid of saying how he feels about your outfit. He always wants you to come to him about anything, serious or not, so it stands to reason that he'd do the same with you

He's a little more forward with his compliments, admiring how your muscles bulge in your sleeves and whispering that he thinks you look even stronger like this, making heat warm your cheeks

Seeing you in something that revealing does more to him than he'd like to admit, though nothing has to be said about it when he asks, in the politest way possible, if he can suck you off right then and there (if no one was around two)

Your choked out sound of surprise makes him laugh as he watches you think about his question. You're just so gorgeous, can you blame him for wanting you?

Are we all in agreement that Alfred would 100% be a service dom? Yes? Okay anyways

"You don't have to-" you start to protest, but he cuts you off from where he's propped up on his knees, giving you a small smile and shaking his head.

"No, no, it's alright. Just let me make you feel good, okay?" Alfred traces gentle circles into your thighs, waiting for you to give him the okay to keep going. "Besides, I'm enjoying the view," he adds, so naturally and soft that you almost miss it.

So cheesy, you think, rolling your eyes. But you nod anyway, reaching down to fix one of the flowers that he keeps fixed in his hair. He leans into the touch, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. "Okay, fine, but once you're done, then-"

"You don't need to repay the favor, really," the blonde says, lacing your fingers together and squeezing. "This outfit was payment enough."

You don't get the chance to respond to that before he's mouthing at the outline of your length through your pants, watching to gauge your reaction. You suck in a small breath, resisting the urge to beg him to hurry up, because you know that'd only make him go impossibly slower.

But eventually, he hollows his cheeks, languidly taking you halfway into his mouth before drawing back. He does that a few times, tongue licking a long stripe from the base to the tip and circling the head of your cock.

"Please, d-don't tease," you whimper, feeling arousal pool in your stomach and settle there. He glances up at you, sliding down as much as he can without gagging and chuckling at how you slap a hand over your mouth.

It doesn't do much to stifle your noises, quiet moans slipping past your lips even with you trying to cover them. He pulls off with a loud pop after a moment, his hand snaking up the cut in the right side of your pants. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Diamant

Getting him to give you a reaction outside of his usual demeanor isn't a task, per se, but it's not easy either. He's almost always serious, trying to keep up appearances where he can

But then you tell him you've been promoted, that you've grown even stronger, and he's proud of you, he is, until his words falter when he sees how you look

What you're wearing is wildly different from your old mage outfit, the clothes allowing you to move around more freely as you take on more of a front-line position in battle. He knows that. It's supposed to be practical, in a way, and nothing else

Except telling himself that proves to be harder than he thinks. You ask him what he thinks about it, and he clears his throat, trying (and failing) to hide the blush that rises to his face and ears

He makes sure to let you know how he feels when he has the chance to, though. He can't leave your question unanswered now, can he?

Diamant tugs you onto his lap, not worried about being careful with most of his armor thrown off to the side on his bed. You go along with it, your legs resting on either side of him and arms coming up to wrap around his neck. His gloved fingers find your chin, pulling you closer until your faces are mere inches apart.

"You know, it's almost not fair that other people get to see you in this," he whispers, lips brushing yours and thumb stroking your cheek. You tuck a loose strand of red hair behind his ear, waiting for him continue. "But... it's fine, because only I know how you look when I kiss you."

As if on cue, he slowly bridges the small gap between you, tilting his head so that your lips easily slot together like it's second nature. You melt into it, letting him take the lead and grab you until your bodies are flush together. You can hear and feel all of him even through your clothes, from shaky breaths to the growing arousal in his pants.

You absentmindedly grind down against him, and the arm slung around your waist tightens. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it and reveling in how you shudder out his name.

His hands slip beneath the thin fabric covering the top of your toned chest, fingers flicking over your perk nipples and lightly tugging. You moan, tongue sliding into his mouth and melding with his own.

"How's that feel?" He pulls away to ask, meeting every roll of your hips with a thrust of his own. You pause to catch your breath, and to find the words that keep escaping you. He does the same, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth with a smile.

"Good," you finally manage to say in a whisper, the friction alone threatening to make you cum. He isn't holding up any better than you are, so he traces over your exposed skin, slowing your movements so that he could stretch this out.

"Gods, you drive me crazy."

Alcryst

He'd be so nervous about it that you'd probably end up having to get him to calm down. I feel like he'd either be the type to start rambling because he doesn't know what to say, or the type that trips over their words so much they have to take a deep breath before they continue

He just thinks you look absolutely handsome. You always do, even when you woke up with the worst bedhead in all of Elyos, but this is different

A part of him still doesn't know how you fell in love with somebody like him, someone that can't even properly speak sometimes, but he's happy when you reassure him it's not a big deal. That it's kind of cute how he reacts to you

He wants to show you everything that's swirling around in his head when he can't verbally get out how he's feeling <3

"It's okay if I do this, isn't it?..." He quietly asks, a soft flush painting his pale skin pink. He has your fingers intertwined just beside your head, his other hand holding one of your legs open in a position he knows you're the most comfortable in.

You nod, giving his hand a squeeze and pulling him in closer by the neat, white cravat tied around his neck. The cold wind from a crack in the window is a nice reprieve from the warmth burning hot and fiery in your stomach.

"Mhm, go ahead. You can do whatever you want to me." You tilt your head up to kiss him, and you can feel him freeze up at that, a small whimper falling off his tongue and his cock twitching where it teases at your hole.

"Y-you can't just- can't just say things like that," Alcryst pouts, sunken scarlet eyes darting from yours back to the spot between your legs. He'd always get flustered when it came down to doing this with you, so hung up on being perfect that he didn't get to fully enjoy himself.

You want him to let loose a little bit for once. Your sage outfit was the perfect way to start.

"But it's true," you lift your hips up to make it easier for him, shooting him a sly wink that has him subtly fidgeting. "Don't hold back this time, I can take it." And that seems to do it for him.

You both let out a choked out moan when he gently slides into you, wrapping a hand around you and stroking in time with each half thrust. He nestles himself deep inside you, hips slamming into yours and his lips trailing up and down your entire body.

He bites down on your shoulder so that he isn't being too loud. You were tight, warm and panting beneath him, and he swears you're the prettiest boy he's ever seen in his life.

"You feel good, so good."

Fogado

He's literally the Claude of engage I think the developers have a type.... (me too but that's a conversation for another day)

Anyway, he's the first person to notice when your outfit changes. He'd be the first one to catch something small, anyway, like if you trimmed the ends of your hair or got new frames for your glasses, and those observational skills and flirtatious nature of his don't go away when you start dating

He's not just saying it to say it, though, he means it when he sees you outside and tells you that you look cute. The colors compliment your eyes, the arm sleeves slid up to your elbows perfect on you, and he doesn't shy away from pointing that out

He'll ask you if you wanna get dinner with him after training, even though you always say yes. It's become something of a routine with you two, to unwind by talking about any and everything in each other's presence

Then he'll casually say how much better your clothes would look on the floor on your way out of the cafe terrace

"Fogado-" you squirm, hands clutching the sheets under you for dear life. Your face is pressed into the pillow, his, namely, drool leaving a small puddle in the middle of the linen case.

He leans over your back, humming in acknowledgement and curling two of his fingers inside you in search of that spot that would have you seeing stars. You're thankful that most of your moans are muffled and that he can't see your face twisting up in pleasure.

It's embarrassing enough that he has your ass up and back arched for him, your body bare except for your sleeves while he's still fully clothed. You're burning up, your heart beating loudly in your chest and legs trembling.

It doesn't help that he keeps purposefully avoiding you where you need him the most, your dick almost pathetically hard and leaking pre-cum between your thighs. He litters the nape of your neck with wet kisses, leaving a mark here and there that'll just barely be able to be covered up.

"What's the matter, baby?" He whispers in your ear, biting down on it and feeling you tighten around him. You're about to respond, but your words end off on a high-pitched groan when he slides a third digit in beside the first two, and he all but laughs. He knows exactly what he's doing, what the problem is, but he's messing with you. Seeing how much it'd take for you to beg.

And it's starting to kill you.

"I need you-"

"What's the magic word?" You feel more than see him smirk against your skin, and you'd be mad if you weren't unbearably needy right now. So you humor him.

"Please."

Fogado grins, big, brown eyes scanning down your frame. He can tell you're close. "That's my good boy." He coos, murmuring praises when his fingers finally find your prostate with one hard thrust and you cum for him, shaky cries prompting him to finger you through your orgasm despite your weak protests.

He really thinks he should do this more often.

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