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stray-kaz · 4 months

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Rest and Recuperation : an Edward Elric x f!reader oneshot

Summary: It's been two months.

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The scenery fled on the other side of the window, but you saw none of it as the train thundered along its tracks, your head leaning solidly on Ed's shoulder as you slept. He held your hand in his lap, stroking the back of it, keeping the skin warm.

"Lucky" Al said quietly, from his seat opposite.

A tiny smile tipped the corners of Ed's mouth and he nodded.

"I'm aware."

The green and gold outside the window was replaced suddenly by the black and greys of the station and the train slowed to a grumbling halt. Ed nudged you gently with his shoulder and murmured your name, tapping the back of your hand.

"Hey. We're here. Time to get up, pretty girl."

You blinked your eyes open and shifted away from his shoulder, your hand tingling slightly from his soft finger strokes. You stood up, swaying slightly, and Ed hurried to stand behind you, using his body to keep you from falling.

"Still tired?" he murmured in your ear. "Come on. Rooms are waiting."

You nodded and Ed led you off the train by your fingertips, Al two steps behind, always at your back.

The walk to the tiny hotel wasn't a long one, but you were weary by the end of it, tired of hurting and being hurt in return. Al walked slowly to his room and you and Ed retired to your shared one, a bed barely bigger than a single waiting for you pushed against the wall.

Ed glanced at your tired face, then dropped to his good knee to busy himself unlacing your boots. You protested immediately.

"Ed, I can do it. Stop that."

He just shook his head and continued, before reaching up and unbuttoning your pants, inching them down until they piled in a heap around your feet. When he straightened, rocking a little on his automail leg, you lifted your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed his red coat down and off his arms, letting it drop next to your pants.

Ed sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and tugged his boots off. You flicked the light off and the room sank into quiet darkness, aside from the sliver of light beneath the closed door. You heard the soft shuffle of Ed climbing under the covers and you made your careful way to the bed to join him, sliding beneath the cool sheet and immediately tossing a leg over him.

Ed chuckled as you shifted nearer and rested your head against his shoulder, much like how you had on the train. The quiet sound shuddered away a little as you ran a hand up his stomach under his shirt and traced the smooth lines of his collarbone.

"Hey" he chided gently. "You're exhausted. Stop that. You're human temptation, pretty girl."

In response, you leaned up and kissed him lightly, feeling his mouth soften under yours and his resolve melt away. He stroked his gloved hand down your back, protecting you from the cold chill of metal directly on your skin.

"You need to rest" he mumbled against your lips, a weak protest.

You eased yourself over on top of him, caging his right thigh between yours and helplessly rocking against him.

"You could help me fall asleep" you murmured back. "Please, Edward?"

Ed scoffed, but slowly slid his right hand off your back down to your hip, swirling smooth circles on the skin either side of your underwear waistband. The glove material was warm on your skin, his touch encouraging, and you kissed him again, gratefully, as your tired body rubbed and throbbed against his.

After thirty seconds, Ed grumbled and dragged himself upright against the pillows, pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you wriggled into position, sighing when you felt him hard underneath you, only a few layers of fabric separating. Your vision blurred from tiredness, but you pressed your lips to his, determined to feel good with him before you lost consciousness.

You rocked and whined in his ear, heat barrelling through you, headed south as you ground your covered heat over his covered cock.

Ed breathed hard, one hand gently gripping the back of your neck, the other braced on your ass, unable to keep from bucking up into you in return, his slender hips slotting perfectly between your thighs as they spread open over him. Even with his pants still on, he could feel the warmth of you, the desperation of your hands tugging tight in his hair.

Your hands that were loosening their grip. In fact, you had stopped moving on him entirely, and he felt himself throb in indignation, unsated.

"Hey, pretty girl" he said softly. "Hey..."

He gently pulled your head away from his shoulder and smiled knowingly when he saw your flushed yet sleeping face, eyes closed and lips parted slightly. He ran a fingertip from your temple down to the corner of your mouth and kissed your nose.

"I knew it" he said softly, careful not to wake you. "I knew you were too tired."

Ed carefully slid down the bed with one arm wrapped around you and eased you over onto your side, curled into a question mark. He reached down and drew the covers up over you, fitting himself neatly into the spaces you left empty for him. He closed his eyes and dreamed.

Watery sunlight stretched its fingers over your face early in the morning, stroking at your skin and urging you to wake. You rubbed at your eyes, batting the light away unsuccessfully.

A quiet rushing sound stopped abruptly and you realised it was the shower turning off. You propped yourself up on your elbows, gaze trained on the bathroom door, just before the door handle pulled down from the other side and the barrier opened, Ed stepping through, one hand scrubbing idly at his damp hair, the other holding onto the towel settled dangerously low around his hips.

Your sleepy eyes widened and the memory of last night's almost shot a dart of heat down in between your legs.

"Edward."

Your voice was husky with sleep and desire, and he glanced at you in some surprise. You tended to only call him by his full name when you wanted him, but he thought you would have forgotten last night in your stupor. But now, considering your gaze had zeroed in on the skin around his navel, he guessed he had been incorrect.

"Good morning" he said, offering you a small smile before sauntering easily past the bed and out of your reach. "Did you sleep well?"

He stood several feet away from you and loosely plaited his hair while you watched, pink cheeked, eyes flicking down every few seconds to his towel, which kept threatening to give up cinching his hips and fall.

Ed raised an eyebrow at you as you continued to stare at him but say nothing. He said your name and you jerked your attention to his face.

"Yes?"

His lips tilted in a faint smirk. It drove you nuts.

"I asked if you slept well. You seem to have lost your voice, pretty girl."

You crawled to the edge of the bed and swiped at him, but he backed just out of reach again, towel slipping down another inch.

"I slept fine" you grumbled. "Come here, please."

"Hmm, why? You need something? Are you hungry? I can bring you something back while you shower -"

He stopped talking when you threw yourself off the bed and at him, slinging your arms eagerly around his neck. You pressed your face against his skin, damp heat pushing back against you, the warm scent of him cloying your senses and making it hard to think.

Ed settled his hands on your waist, thumbs smoothing up and down beneath the worn hem of your t-shirt.

"Hi" he murmured. "You okay, pretty girl?"

You shook your head slowly, realising then that just about your entire body was quivering with need, the touch of his skin on yours ricocheting like fireworks in your brain.

"I want you now" you mumbled into his neck, water drops from his shower slicking your lips. "But if you don't, if you're annoyed about what happened last night..."

You trailed off as his gentle human hand tipped your chin up so he could see your eyes. His were warm, molten, concerned.

"What gave you that idea?" he asked, his deep voice cracking a little.

"You dancing around, avoiding me" you answered promptly. "Sure looks like you don't want to, Ed Elric."

He winced and shook his head, sighing before he pressed his lips to your forehead.

"Nah" he said softly.

"Then why?"

He huffed a tiny laugh and kissed you right between your eyes.

"You're real cute when you're horny" he whispered. "Just curious to see how long it would last before you hit me or took matters into your own hands."

You flushed hotter; he could feel it, burning against his mouth.

"I don't do that" you muttered. "That's what you're for."

His lips curved into a grin.

"I know."

Before you could fluster or give up entirely, he kissed you. Soft and slow to start, just how he knew you liked it. Exactly how he knew it blanked your brain and left you reliant on him for care and pleasure, just how he liked it.

He wrapped his automail arm around your waist, dimly aware of your hands sneaking into his plait and slowly undoing it so you could rake your fingers through his hair and find purchase against the back of his neck. Your heart thumped hard against your ribs, shaking its cage, and the air in the room grew warmer, contrasting the cool metal pressed against your back.

Ed began to walk you slowly backwards to the bed, but before he could sit you down, you pivoted and gently pushed him down instead, recreating your position from the night before and straddling him, the damp fabric of his towel catching between you. He looked up at you, brown eyes wide.

"How long's it been?" he mumbled, feeling an ache build beneath the towel.

Hands on his shoulders, settling on top of him with a quiet sigh of relief, you thought back, counting through all the squandered nights and interrupted opportunities in your mind.

"About two months" you told him.

His mouth dropped open and he blinked rapidly in shock.

"Excuse me?" he demanded. "Are you kidding?"

You shook your head, slowly grinding on him.

"Nope. There's never enough time."

Ed's eyebrows rose.

"Not even for a quickie?"

You snorted and kissed him, shaking your head, your fingers tracing the edges of his jaw.

"Not even" you mumbled against his mouth. "Which is why you should take the towel off and get moving."

Ed scraped your bottom lip between his teeth before parting just long enough to tug your shirt off over your head, deft fingers searching for your bra clasp and finding success quickly. You gasped as the support disappeared and he flicked you a triumphant grin as he covered your breasts with both hands, then dragged his thumbs across your nipples.

"You're not the boss of me" he teased. "I do what I want, pretty girl."

You cupped his jaw and drew him back to your waiting mouth, feeling his smile before it melted away into a soft sound of want. You lowered one hand down past his stomach to the top of the towel, hooking your fingers below it and tugging gently. A gentle hand wrapped around your wrist, stilling it. You opened your eyes and looked into Ed's, expectant and curious.

"Is something wrong?" you asked him; he shook his head at you. "Then what is it? Two months is ages, Edward, and I want you. Please."

His soft eyes darkened and he trailed his gaze down from your face, past the valley between your breasts, the soft plane of your stomach, and paused it on the red cotton peeking from between your thighs.

"This is too fast" he murmured. "You won't be ready yet."

You pouted, disappointed, but the pout quickly vanished, your lips parting on a choked gasp as Ed lifted your hips with his metal hand and slid the other into your underwear, gentle fingers searching for telltale wet. He sighed into your shoulder at the feel of you, but carefully pulled his hand free and shook his head slowly.

"Not ready, pretty girl" he said softly.

You sighed shakily, trying to ignore the tears threatening at the corners of your eyes, biting hard into your lower lip. But then he grasped your chin with his fingers and looked you dead in the eyes, the expression in his eyes taking your breath away.

"On your back" he ordered quietly.

Surprised, shivers quaking through you, you did as you were told, swinging off his lap and onto your back on the bed, your head hitting the worn pillow no more than a second before Ed was on his knees, the fingers of both hands yanking at the sides of your underwear. He tossed them behind him, pushed your legs up and lay flat on his stomach, his good hand reaching for yours to hold before he thumbed you open and lowered his mouth to you.

You panted and your free hand wove itself into his hair, a ponytail around your wrist. He kissed and licked and sucked at you, cautiously avoiding your most sensitive areas, even his nose barely brushing your clit as he worked you over. His sole intention was to make you as wet as possible, not to make you come; that could happen later.

You gripped his blond hair, screams building behind your teeth. It made you wild whenever he did this, but having him do it and not allow you to come was making it more difficult to cope with.

"Ed...Edward" you moaned, desperate. "Please."

He pulled away, leaning into the hand clutching his hair and faintly smiling.

"Please what, pretty girl" he murmured, leaning back down to press his lips to your inner thigh; you twitched violently.

"Get up here" you growled, tugging on his hair.

He grinned and obeyed, but not before pulling the towel away, swiping it over his mouth and dropping it on the floor. Your gaze flicked down, your jaw unhinging slightly. Two gentle fingers pressed beneath your chin to ease your head back up. Ed was still grinning.

"My eyes are up here."

You flushed and he lowered to press his lips to the middle of your forehead, your eyes slowly closing and fingers loosening in his hair. He kissed your eyelids, earning a fluttery gasp and a hand curling tightly around his automail shoulder. Ed smiled and kissed from one cheek to the other, before eventually returning to your waiting lips, parting and eager, rushing out an excited moan when his mouth brushed over yours.

"It's okay" he said quietly, rubbing his nose against yours. "I love the way you look at me."

You mewled a little in response and tipped your head back, baring your throat. Ed chuckled and reached down to ease your legs up, gasping a little when the tip of his cock bumped against you, now that nothing was in the way. He slid in easily, attaching his mouth to your throat and muffling his moan against your skin. He began to thrust immediately, enthralled.

You clung to him, already wrapped up in pleasure as his hips rocked into yours and the edges of his teeth scraped your throat.

"You're ready now" he panted against your skin. "Hey, pretty girl? You know how wet you are now? You feel me in there? Feel better now?"

His soft words fell on desperate ears and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, your muscles clamping around him in response. Ed groaned and pushed you up the bed, both his hands pressing down hard into the worn mattress. The stuffing threatened to burst through as his metal fingers creaked with pressure.

He filled you up neatly, the perfect stretch and pressure, his hips slotted easily against yours, each blunt impact forcing your eyes back in your head. You dragged your nails down his back and he arched, whining into your ear.

"You trying to mark me?" he grunted, lowering his head again to nip at the shell of your ear. "Don't worry, everyone knows you're mine."

Your eyes opened wide, lit up.

"Fullmetal Alchemist!" you gasped.

He lifted up to meet your eyes, his hips pulled back for a moment. You ached with emptiness immediately.

"What?" he asked.

You grinned a little dazedly, raising your hips to try and take him in again.

"I love you, tiny Alchemist" you murmured, reaching up to stroke hair away from his damp forehead.

Ed rolled his eyes, thrusting sharply back inside you, eliciting a happy moan. He soaked in your dopey smile at the feel of him plunging deep and shook his head.

"I'll show you tiny" he griped, and kissed you deeply, his tongue reaching to touch yours.

You whimpered as he pressed deep into you, pausing to grind his hips slowly in one spot, making you gasp loudly and shut your eyes hard.

"Edward Elric...Fullmetal Alchemist...I, ohh, I love you, I love you. Please don't stop!" you begged.

He smiled against your mouth before slowly trailing a molten path with his lips over to your ear, drawing a series of shivers out of you.

"I won't" he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your lobe. "And I love you more, pretty girl."

You rolled your eyes and intended to argue, but a slow, deep thrust inside you knocked the words clean out of your head.

"Right there" you mumbled, only just able to string the two words together. "Give me... Don't stop."

But it had been two months. Two months of being pent up, interrupted, and hung out to dry. Two months of not being enveloped in you, held close and pulsing. Ed was quickly becoming desperate, eager to drive you to the edge of ecstasy and fling himself over with you. He was hard and already leaking, eager to fill you full.

He mumbled your name, and his voice cracked at the end. He caught your attention, stilling his bruising thrusts to force your eyes open, accusing gaze fixed on his blown out brown eyes. He knew you needed him, wanted to be bullied into the creaking bed for an hour, but he just didn't think he could do that this morning. He kissed the tip of your nose and smiled anxiously, his eyes big and dark.

"I need you to come for me" he said, a little breathlessly. "You gotta come, pretty girl. You gotta come on my cock, or I'm gonna die."

Your eyes widened and you nodded quickly.

"Okay! What are you going to - oh. Oh."

He wriggled his good hand down between your bodies, his thumb landing on your clit, the rough pad sparking stars behind your eyelids as they shuttered. Your thighs hugged his hips until the pleasure became too much and your legs fell away. Ed continued moving in and out of you, his pace losing focus, becoming unsteady and uncontrolled.

He looked down at you, your whole body shaking under his onslaught, and leaned down to drag a taut nipple into his mouth, swiping his tongue over it and suckling gently. You sucked in a sharp breath before letting it go slowly, your breathing uneven as you met his liquid gaze, his mouth busy, his eyes hot.

As he worked your body into a frenzy, you felt suddenly stricken, all of a sudden aware of the knot forming in your lower belly, pulling down between your legs. It tightened with every thrust, every swipe of his thumb, every flick of his clever tongue.

"Edward..." you whimpered, warning.

He stared at you, saw your gaze turn inward, away from him. He pulled away from your breast and lowered his mouth to yours, murmuring words of praise seconds before you came apart, gripping his cock like your life depended on it.

Ed felt his eyes roll back as he sucked hard on your tongue and let go, pouring himself into you. You clenched around him again, not letting him go, and his hips jerked against you, a low moan slipping past his lips. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder, felt him shudder again.

"Okay, pretty girl?" he mumbled, pressing his face into the damp curve of your neck.

"Mhmm" you hummed back.

Ed breathed deeply, returning much needed oxygen to his lungs. You felt him press a smile to your jaw.

"Wanna shower with me?"

Freshly showered, you and Ed met with Al downstairs for breakfast. You were uncomfortably aware of him watching you intently, and eventually, you gave up pretending to ignore him and spun, glowering.

"What, Al?" you demanded. "What is it? Why are you staring at me?"

Heavy metal shoulders shrugged.

"You're walking funny" he said. "Are you injured?"

You turned away, hiding your burning flushed face, while Ed stood off to the side, head thrown back, laughing.

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manias-wordcount · 5 months

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Can I request an Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood x afab reader smut with Envy and the reader having rough sex?

Play Rough (Envy x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝘆'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗱𝘂𝗯-𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

As always, Envy is…more than a little rough with you. It’s just who he is. It’s just what you have to live with.

You don’t say it. In fact, you don’t think you ever will. But you think you know deep down inside that it’s because Envy is a homunculus that he is able the have the stamina and strength and speed that he exhibits you. And if you’re lucky, your cries and pleas can be heard over the other sounds. And if you’re even luckier, Envy might slow down a little. Go a little less hard. Give you a little break. Give you something. Anything. But you’re not lucky.

“Fuck…you feel so good around me…”

You’re Envy’s.

“Mmm…” You moan loudly, not able to keep the sound in. But it’s fine. Because Envy likes the sounds that you make when he pleases you. He likes the sounds that he makes when he stuffs you nice and full of his cock. The whimpers the whines. The begging, the pleading, the everything. But he especially likes it when you start to get loud. Start being unable to form words. Form thoughts. Nothing. He likes it a lot. So he makes it to you. A lot. “Umm…uh- mmm… ah~!”

You knew exactly what to expect out of this. You knew exactly what to expect when he showed up to your front door not too long ago with a pissed expression on his face. And you had just barely managed to unlock and open the door for him before he was already stepping inside and grabbing at your clothes. You heard rips and tears of fabric as you pushed further away from the doorway and pressed against the nearest surface. But you had no time to mourn the old tattered pieces of your clothing that now adorn your floor. You were far too busy getting on your knees and wrapping your lips around the cock Envy had just freed from his pants. And he was far too busy taking a fist full of your hair keeping it out of your face as you began to suck the dick that you knew so well.

You wrapped your tongue around it. Pressed kisses onto it. Focused on the head. Played with the balls. Choked on it. Again and again and again. The whole nine yards of making him happy. Of making him satisfied. But before your knees and jaw could start to ache, your mouth is being pulled away from his body. His cock leaves your lips with a lewd pop before you even realize it. And before your mind had enough of a chance to catch up to the rest of the world, you saw Envy stalking towards you. Your heart climbed into your throat as he appeared in front of you and pushed you to lie flat on your back.

He was moving fast. Faster than you were used to. But Envy wasn’t one to show much mercy. Not to anyone. And yet, you know that deep down inside, you’re just a tad bit lucky.

Because he seems to always just spare a little bit of mercy towards you.

So you didn’t complain when he pulled what was left of your clothes from your body. Exposing more and more of your hearest skin to the cold air and the even colder floors. And you didn’t complain when he climbed on top of you and reached out for your breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth and the other one into his hands to toy with all he wants as he grinds into your wet, wet center.

And you certainly didn’t complain when Envy decided to push his full length inside of you in one fell swoop. You’re just thankful that you’re his. That he regards you as his. Because he wouldn’t have been so kind to you otherwise.

So you just lay there on your back, and you dig your nails into his skin as you gasp out for air. He gives a moment to adjust. Or maybe it’s two or three since you’re breathing and shaking and squeezing so hard around him. Maybe he has finally realized just how big he feels inside of you. Maybe he has finally realized just how thick he is as he fills up and stretches out your insides more and more by the second. Maybe he realized just how long is he as he reaches deep, deep, deep inside of you- pressing against that little area that has your toes curling and your eyes fluttering shut almost instantly.

But those moments in between happen quickly. And before you really have a moment to prepare, he’s drawing his hips back and sliding out of your pussy just to slam himself back inside. And he does it again. And he does it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again and now your mind is stuttering, and you’re holding him even tighter than before.

Beside your ear, you can feel the warmth of his breath as it brushes against your skin. His own claws start digging into your body as well. Arms and hands and nails crowding your body. Fixating on your hips as his chest presses against yours. Holding you so close to him as you hold him so close to you. So much so that you swear up and down and left and right that if everything was silent and if everything was still then you might have been able to hear a heartbeat coming from his chest.

If he even had one.

But everything isn’t silent. Everything isn’t still. Instead, it’s loud and fast, and it’s stuffing you full of cock that manages to press at your g-spot with every single fucking��stroke as he fucks fast and hard on the floor of your house. And there’s nothing for you to just grab onto him. Nothing for you to do but moan and whine and squeal and whimper as loud as possible because he makes you feel this way. Because he makes you feel so good. You know he does. You know he will.

And you know he’ll keep this up for hours. Long enough to paint your insides with his hot, white cum. Long enough to keep you creaming around his cock until you’re no longer to think or feel anything that isn’t him. To the point where all you can do is bite onto his shoulder, moan at every little question he throws your way, and hold on as he takes you and makes you his over and over and over again. You know he’ll do it. You know he will. Because he has done it before. And he’ll do it again. After all, you’re his to play with. His to touch and hold. To pleasure. To fuck. So, of course, he’s going to be rough with you. So of course, he’s going to do whatever the hell he wants with your body. With you. Because that’s who he is. Because that’s how powerful he is.

And because you’re not lucky. Because you were never lucky.

Just his.

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the-blue-eyed-firebender · 30 days

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Just a lil Royai fic rec.

I'm new to the FMA fandom, but these two now live in my head rent-free. And so do these fics. Enjoy!

Catharsis by kekkubean

Rating: M

Word count: 5K

Summary: She knew better. And now a little girl was dead because she wanted to believe that her father’s behavior existed in a vacuum.

Or,

When Riza learns of the Tucker incident, she doesn't handle it well.

Excerpt: At her feet, Hayate whined, she imagined disapprovingly. It was definitely too early to be drinking, although thankfully she skipped training him on understanding the appropriate hours for alcohol consumption. Riza met his gaze and they regarded each other for a moment as the burning subsided slowly. Hayate cocked his head to the side, curious, and whined again softly, as if he could read her wretched mind.

She briefly, morbidly wondered if Alexander and Nina shared thoughts, or if one of their minds dominated the other in that body, or if it were an entirely new—

Riza slammed her palms on the table, instantly suppressing the thought, and abruptly pushed herself up to standing. Hayate jumped and slinked off into her bedroom. She stood swaying for a moment, trying to gain her balance and some semblance of her sanity.

My thoughts: This one is canon to me. I can offer no higher praise for a fic. Before reading this, I never considered how Nina's fate might affect Riza, but it just makes so much damn sense. The way kekkubean writes trauma is blade-sharp. And the pacing, the dialogue, the characterization - exquisite.

Anytime by myrhymesarepurer

Rating: G

Word count: 838

Summary: It was not his Captain standing there in front of him. It was his master's daughter, so brutally burdened with ink, secrets so cruelly exposed to the world by one blasted broken zipper.

Excerpt: She lifted her head and blinked, feeling a great bit foolish that she stood in front of her superior, tortured over an issue he managed to solve in, oh, less than one second.

How very Roy Mustang.

My thoughts: I've read this so many times. It's one of the first I read in this fandom, and I keep coming back to it. It's short, poetically formatted, and utterly perfect in it's simplicity.

Beautiful People by That Hoopy Frood

Rating: T

Word count: 6.4K

Summary: Soon after the conclusion of the Ishvalan Civil War, Captain Maes Hughes receives a phone call in the middle of the night. The message is short, concise... and perhaps the most terrifying thing Hughes has ever heard.

Hawkeye's apartment. Now. Come alone. Someone has been hurt.

A promise was once made amidst the sands of a distant desert land: oaths will be upheld, and secrets will be scorched away. The sinful had waited too long; Roy Mustang was indebted to his promise, and Riza Hawkeye had come to collect.

Shut the door; it's starting to rain.

Excerpt: "You asked her to follow you… she would have walked over burning coals for you…" Hughes felt hot, angry tears running down his face. His glasses fogged. His voice cracked. "You were supposed to fall in love with her, Roy! You were supposed to marry her and have kids and be just be happy for once in your goddamned miserable life… now look what you've done. Look at what you've done."

My thoughts: Riza's back-burning is one of the most starkly absent scenes from the FMA canon. The scene has been written and rewritten in fanfiction many times, but this particular fic fills the gap in a way that is just perfectly brutal and raw. The addition of Hughes' presence makes the whole thing cut like a knife. Like Catharsis, this one is canon in my mind.

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The Counteroffer by theblueeyedfirebender

Rating: T

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: On the eve of Mustang’s inauguration as Fuhrer, Riza Hawkeye submits her resignation.

Excerpt: He pulls a manila envelope from the drawer and stands, sliding it across the surface of the desk in her direction. Her gaze falls to the hand he’s extended, long fingers and pale skin, the lingering scar of a transmutation circle still faintly visible, crosswise marred by another, thicker scar, twin to one on his other hand.

Something snags in her throat, but she swallows it down and picks up the envelope. It’s thin, like it contains nothing at all. “What is this, sir?”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer, as if the routine honorific has stuck him somewhere unexpected. When he speaks again, his voice is thick. “A counteroffer.”

My thoughts: My first-ever FMA fic, complete with an ACOMAF Chapter 54-inspired confession (iykyk).

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