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manias-wordcount · 6 months

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One Call Away (Roy Mustang)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Three: Phone Sex

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“Are you alone?”

When the conversations start like this so late in the night, you know what’s about to happen. Still, it does manage to cut you off guard- even just a little bit. So you weren’t able to hide the hitch in your breath very well. Just like he wasn’t able to hide the low, low chuckle that followed immediately after your quiet admission of guilt. You know him too well. And he, you.

“Maybe~” You draw out, voice light and airy and playful as you respond into the phone. He laughs again at your attempt to play coy because you both know what you’re doing. It’s the same thing every single time. You both know that you’re taking the phone and the line and sitting on the edge of your shared bed- the one that always feels so empty and cold when he has to stay away from home for a night or two. You both know that right now, you’re listening very, very carefully for the pitter-patter of tiny feet or the quiet creaking of the bedroom, hoping you don’t have any uninvited young guest scampering around past their bedtime. “Are you alone, General Mustang~?”

And you both know that you’re now lifting up the edges of your nightgown and slipping your panties down to your ankles now that you know that the coast is clear and your husband’s loving voice is purring in your ear.

“You know I am, sweetheart.” He hums at the sound of your sultry voice and the call of his title in such a lewd matter. And you’re almost too ashamed to admit just how turned on a few words make you. But you can’t help it. It hasn’t even been that long yet, and you already miss him. Your body- the parts now being uncovered in the chilly air of your bedroom longs for his touch. Goosebumps are already littering your skin and your nipples are perking up and pebbling. Almost as if he was here, right beside you. Ready to keep you warm, and safe, and most of all? “Are you touching yourself for me?”

Keeping you loved.

You smile into the phone as you opt not to rely at first. Instead, you decide to lie back on the bed. Letting the familiar smell of his side of the comforter surround you as your body makes contact. The phone line tugs and stretches a little bit as you bring it with you. But you’re able to bring it up to your ear and tuck it in your shoulder all nice and snug without too much trouble. And with you let yourself get comfortable. Hiking up your legs and placing your feet flat on top of the bed. Drawing up your nightgown even further. And resting your hand in the valley between your breasts and letting your hands move around on their own. Touching your breasts. Brushing your fingers against your skin. Like you wish he could. Like you know he would. If only he was here. If only, if only.

“Maybe I am,” You say into the phone, repeating the same sing-songy tone that you had on earlier as your smile grows just a teensy bit more. “Maybe I’m not~”

Almost instantly, you hear a sigh. On the other side of the phone, you know Roy is getting a little impatient with you. You don’t blame him too. You know how hard he works. And you can imagine just how long of a day he’s had. Barking orders at those who never seem to listen. The piles and piles of paperwork that never seem to end. And so many more things that you know you’re not privy to, especially after his climb in the ranks. But you can’t help it. You just can’t help it. He left you alone here. Alone with the kids. Alone on the bed. Alone, alone, alone with only his voice to comfort you.

So of course you were going to give a little tease. Just a little one, at least. Because it’s only natural. Because it’s only fair. Because he’s doing it to you right now.

Just letting you hear the sound of his voice and not the warmth of his hands.

“Sweetheart,” He calls out to you through the phone, voice strained and breathing a little tighter than before. Out of instinct, you find yourself licking at your lips and biting them as the hand on your chest slowly travels down, and down, and down. You know the sounds that follow after all too well. The rustling of clothes. The quiet clinking of metal. The soft groans. It’s telling. Too telling. The hidden neediness in his voice. The subtle way he begs with just the call of a nickname. Your nickname. It’s telling. Because you know him just as well as he knows you. “I need you to touch yourself for me. Please.”

Because you know him.

And because you know him so well, you know that he’s gotten started without you. You can just tell. He has already gotten started without you. Maybe it was while the phone was ringing. Maybe it was while you were still talking- still teasing him. Maybe it was even before he decided to call you. But you can just tell. That he’s already pulled down his trousers. That he’s already pulled out free his cock. And that the sounds you heard were him freeing himself even further from the confines of his work and his uniform and his service to his country. Because more than his sense of duty, he wants you. He needs you. He misses you. As much as you feel all those same things for him.

And suddenly you don’t want to be a tease. Suddenly you don’t want to make a big show about touching every part of your body except that he wants you to- that you need to- the most. Suddenly you realize that you just want what you wanted all along.

Him.

“I am…” You tell him in a rush, just as your fingers find some of the wetness pooling in between your legs. You swipe it- coating some of your fingers tips with your own arousal and go immediately for your clit. You draw a sharp breath, feeling your own sense of neediness crop up now that you’re touching the most sensitive part of your body. But you don’t want to stop there. So you don’t. You reach out your other hand and take a fistful of one of your boobs. Grip firm and tight like the way Roy does to you. You squeeze at it before moving your fingers along to play with your nipples. Pinching them and rolling them so carefully between two fingers that it starts getting your hips shifting and your voice rising in a way that you imagine is unbefitting of a young woman, a young mom, and hell- a general’s wife. But you don’t care anymore. You don’t. Because right now? You just want to close your eyes. You just want to block all sound. But most of all? “I am, Roy…I’m touching myself….all for you.”

You just want to focus on him.

“All for me, sweetheart?”

Because maybe if you focus hard enough. Maybe if you imagine hard enough.

“A-all of you, Roy.”

If you wish hard enough.

“There’s my good girl.”

Then maybe the warmth you’re feeling now will start to feel it does when he’s the one touching you.

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helpfandom · 7 months

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Platonic yandere envy and fox Chimera child reader

are you the same person who request Scar and others??

Taglist [let me know if you want to join! <3]: @yanderefangirl

He/They pronouns, however, Envy is referred to as 'Brother'.

TW: Babying, Infanitilization

For a Chimera! [Reader], they would have to be something like a failed experiment of Father, or perhaps after he made the seven sins, he tried to make more, but could not.

Either way, you would have to know him.

To him, you're just a little baby! Just a lil' guy. They just love how small you are compared to him, [He made himself taller to be bigger than you], how you only spend time with him, [They makes everyone he can avoid you], but somehow you want to spend time with someone else? How could this be?

He would hate that you aren't attached to him like he's attached to you. To you, this is a brother who can transform into animals [typically foxes for you], and you like to play with him but want your own space. But to them? This is a crime, a travesty of the highest regard. So he would obviously fake something so that you would get into trouble by Father, who can catch on, but Father doesn't mind if it means Envy is a little more obedient. So they would make a deal with Father to be more obedient, putting all of his effort into whatever he [Father] wants, so that you suddenly get avoided by everyone who you love, except for him. <3 How could they all betray you? Well don't worry! Big Brother's here to help you feel better!

Envy would likely either make a deal with Father, or take matters into his own hands, although Lust or Wrath, maybe even Pride might find out about that and put an end to it, they like you too after all!

Pride would be Envy's biggest obstacle, since he has to act like a child all the time, he wouldn't mind putting on that persona near [you], which then you need to spend time with Pride, not Envy. It causes a rift between the two, furthering their dislike for the other.

Anyway. His overall feel for a chimera! Reader would be that he wants to be the only other sibling that you depend on, going as far as making a deal with the other sins and perhaps even Father.

Once they have the place to take you home, he's ushering you around, claiming you can't make it without him, embarrassing you to the point where you no longer want to try and go out to see the humans.

They treat you like a baby since you're not one of the main sins, and uses his infantilization of you to make it so you never want to leave Big Brother!

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mcverse · 7 months

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༘⋆✿ Pᴀʀɪɴɢ: Aʟᴘʜᴏɴꜱᴇ Eʟʀɪᴄ x Hɪɴᴀᴛᴀ! F! Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༘⋆✿ Rᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇꜱ/Nᴏ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ&Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ

༘⋆✿ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mention of death, teasing from ed, passing out, fluff, el romántico, Hᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘ, ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ғʀᴇᴇ

༘⋆✿ Sɪᴅᴇ Bᴀʀ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ꜱᴏ I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ. I ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡ/ ᴛʜɪꜱ. Mʏ ʙᴀᴅ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ? Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Tʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ.

༘⋆✿ Hᴏᴍᴇ

ᴘʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ: ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ 18+

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

CHILDHOOD

Meeting Al when you were younger was simply by chance. Being raised in a strict household and being second bests, there wasn’t much you could do but you can at least help with house necessities when need be.

The day you met him, you were tasked to go into town to receive some items your mother requested—with your father, of course. Rarely does he let you do anything alone because unlike your sister who was plenty capable and sociable, you were clumsy & though he doesn’t outright say it, also not the brightest child he has. He keeps you close for your safety.

When in town, you father was bargaining with a traded man when you got distracted by a butterfly. After you grew bored, that was when you realized you strayed too far from him… which would ultimately end in a stern talking to.

You back track, but when you find the stall he was at—he was no longer there. You panicked, looking around frantically when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart leaps in hope that it's the man you're looking for, but you're surprised to see a middle-aged woman in her twenties squatting low to level with you.

"Are you lost, sweetie?" she inquires, sending you a sweet smile that reaches her emerald-colored eyes and makes you more nervous than needed. As you step back in alarm, hands balled together against your chest, she waits patiently, not bothering to repeat her question.

You answer her after a pregnant pause, "I... I lost my daddy," you murmur under your breath.

The woman nods, "I see..." lips pursed as she looks around before looking back at you, determined, "That must be really scary for you. How about we help you find him?"

You cock your head sideways, face twisted in confusion. You're aware you aren't the best at subjects, but you know numbers well enough to recognize that there's just one person in front of you: her.

Your confusion quickly vanishes as two blonde boys around your age simultaneously envelop her from both sides. The woman warmly reciprocates their hug and then shifts her focus back to you, repeating her question, “What’s your response?” At the same time, a man resembling the boys approaches from behind the group.

What a happy family...

Realizing you lack the qualities to locate your father independently, you reluctantly agree, driven by the growing anxiety from this social interaction, making you all the more eager to find him.

On that day, you did manage to locate your father, but only after spending some time with the Elrics, and you have to admit it was much more tolerable than enduring your insufferably strict household.

With the Elrics' assistance in locating your father, you had the opportunity to spend more time with them (finally having friends who weren't related to your sister). Your father trusted them enough to look after you.

Edward thinks there's something wrong with you—you're weird, always the most timid and awkward person in the vicinity. Al is always there to defend you, reminding Ed of your different upbringing and urging him to be more considerate and less insensitive about your shyness.

He pleads with Ed to stop teasing you about how easily you turn red because it only makes things worse. Does he want you to pass out from embarrassment again?

Little does Al know that, on top of Ed, he also worsens matters with all his defending. In your eyes, you thought of him as the knight from the books you used to read. So, yes, a silly little crush developed, and due to your reserved nature, no one was the wiser.

Everything was good, blissfully well. Then, in an instant, it wasn't—the day their mother suddenly passed away. You were there that day, with them in the field as they wanted to demonstrate how much better they had become at alchemy. Having grown up in the environment you did, you were oblivious to just how swiftly happiness could vanish until you experienced it firsthand.

Suddenly, you find yourself in Al's embrace on the day of her funeral, his tears flowing freely. The idea of getting so close to someone never occurred to you before, but here you were. It takes a moment, but you manage to return his hug, albeit with trembling arms.

In the days that follow, Al clings to you more often. You attribute it to his grief over his mother, so you endure it, even though every time he grabs your hand or offers you a genuine smile meant only for you, it feels like a wave of heat washing over you.

During one of your visits to him, you suddenly grasped that all his attention was his way of avoiding telling you that he was leaving. It took walking into an empty house for the truth to sink in. Maybe, in his own way, he was conveying this message, as you had recently learned that good things don’t last.

TEENAGER YEARS (armor form)

You felt heartbroken when the Elric brothers left, but you still had Winry by your side. So, not much had changed in the social department, except for the fact that you now assisted Winry with her projects, which occasionally involved people.

You didn't mind at all. You found joy in assisting however you could, and the added benefit was that the more interactions you had, the less your shyness manifested, leading to fewer instances of fainting. Now, you were down to experiencing it only twice a week.

When you weren't with Winry, you devoted your time to learning alchemy, a pursuit you adopted from the boys after witnessing the immense joy it brought them.

You may not have been as skilled as your sister, but your strong suit was reading, and that's what you did until you stumbled upon an ancient text. You worked tirelessly to decipher it, and by the time you realized you had found an indentation, you were already deeply immersed. The next thing you knew, you were standing before the gate and meeting Truth.

You were about to retreat, apprehensive about what lay ahead, but they managed to convince you to continue. However, it came with a price: "To obtain something of equal value, something must be lost." You were unsure of what you could sacrifice, but Truth always demands a toll. As it turned out, it claimed only 15 years of your life.

A mistake? Perhaps. In return, you became the Trinocular Alchemist; an enigmatic form of alchemy that grants the practitioner a third eye, allowing them to perceive the world in ways beyond ordinary human senses.

You became so absorbed in your newfound ability that the next time you encounter the Elric brothers, it caught you by surprise. You were aware that Ed would occasionally visit Winry to have his arm and leg worked on, but you were usually never around to see either of them, especially Al.

That's why you're shocked when Al is the one who seeks you out the next time Ed and he visit town. He appears at your front door unexpectedly with flowers in hand, but it's not the Al you remember. He's now a suit of armor.

You become tense under the hollow gaze of the towering figure in front of you, his height surpassing that of any man you've ever encountered. The atmosphere is charged with tension, and neither of you has spoken since you opened the door, probably because both of you are at a loss for words.

You blink, lowering your head as your face flushes with embarrassment. The situation is becoming increasingly awkward, and you realize you should have said something the moment you opened the door. Instead, you find yourself chewing the inside of your lip, desperately searching for a way to ease the tension.

"Uh, (Name)," Al is the first to break the silence, his voice gentler than his imposing form. He speaks as though he's smaller than his armored appearance suggests, as if that's how he truly feels. "It's me, Al—."

"Alphonse?" you interrupt him abruptly, your eyes widening in surprise at your own actions. You quickly place a hand over your mouth and mumble, "Sorry..."

"You—How do you know... did Winry tell you?" he fires a barrage of unfinished questions at you, clearly flustered that you had to find out that way.

"No—well, sort of. I didn't know you were in full armor," you admit bashfully, "but it wouldn't matter whether I did or not. You might not look like Al, but you certainly sound like him."

You can't discern if your words pleased him, given his lack of facial expressions. However, judging by his improved posture and the gesture of extending the flowers to you, it seems he must be pleased.

"These are for you. You still like (favorite flower)s, right? Winry confirmed it," he says, pausing briefly before adding, "Sorry, that did sound a bit creepy. I was just asking about you when the topic came up."

You accept them with gratitude, your face once again flushing with warmth as you inhale their fragrance, a bright smile gracing your lips. "You know, it's funny. Gestures like these when we were younger made me see you as my knight in shining armor. Ironically, the metaphor fits this time."

Error: Alphonse.exe has stopped functioning.

Do you have any idea how adorable you are to him? The man had a serious crush on you while growing up. While it was easier to dismiss it as just being overly friendly when you were kids, now as a teenager, he sought you out because he genuinely missed your smile and the kind words that always made his heart flutter.

It took a lot for him to come here after everything that happened when you were kids, suddenly disappearing, and showing up in armor now. He was scared about how you would react, but he's truly glad he did.

Turns out his brother and him have some business around the area so their there for a while. Al waits no time and as much as he loves his brother, he would rather spend it catching up with you.

So when he’s not conducting business, he’s listening to you talk his “ears” off about your alchemy. Or having dinner with your even though all he does is watch you eat. He can’t complain, you look cute even doing that. Sometimes you’d get food on your face from being so jittery that he leans in casually to wipe it off the corner of your lip. You fainted the first time. Now he always ask before he touches you.

Whenever you let him, he swears his soul tingles with a unique sensation. It’s the oddest but most gratifying feeling. Having you in his arms, whether it’s because you tripped or he needs to pass by, feels like a blessing. He’s touched people before, but when he touches you, his mind is flooded with memories of what it used to feel like—the warmth that used to radiate from your body. He can almost sense it again if he concentrates, even though he knows it’s impossible.

God, he wishes he could. Every time it's brought to his attention that he can't, he falls into a quiet, armor-clad sulk. You immediately sense that something's amiss with him, and it doesn't take much for you to coax it out of him. He's a sensitive man, and he's open in his communication. He's already yours, even though you may not realize it yet.

Neither of you realizes that despite not openly confessing your feelings, your actions clearly demonstrate your affection, leading people to assume you're already dating—although that couldn't be further from the truth. You're both living in the moment, fully aware that he will have to leave again.

He holds doors open for you, his gaze fixated on you as you enter; it's difficult for him to look away. How did he ever walk out of your life? He hates that he understands the reasons now. He wishes he could remain oblivious to the facts. After every enjoyable time spent together, he walks you home to ensure your safety.

The mere thought of anything happening to you tears him apart. As he accompanies you, he positions himself on the outside of the road, shielding you from any large puddles that might be nearby. And when your feet start to hurt from wearing the wrong pair of shoes, he goes out to buy you a better pair, allowing you to lean on him as he helps you put them on.

Ed has now become the third wheel, replacing Al alongside Winry and him. He's utterly fed up with the situation and wishes Al would just confess his feelings already. Otherwise, he's afraid he might resort to drastic measures like gouging his own eyes out or stuffing rocks in his ears if he has to endure another picnic with you both giggling like schoolgirls.

With that said, he has complex feelings about his brother's situation. He's happy to see him back in the life of his first love, but there's also a tinge of sadness. It's a bittersweet reunion because she now knows that he's not the same boy she once knew.

So, imagine his relief when you accept Al as if he was never any different. And you do the same with him. Ed thought you might harbor ill feelings towards him because of his relentless teasing during your childhood and the upheaval he brought into your lives without telling you. But it was as if nothing had changed. He still teases you, though it's not as insensitive as it used to be years ago.

He's grown softer when it comes to you, and he blames his brother for it. He's learned when to stop before you faint, because, despite his denials, it would worry him as much as it worries Al. Yes, he's become attached to you—you matter to both him and his brother. After all, you're his future sister-in-law.

This time, at the end of a spontaneous slow dance to your favorite song, Al informed you that he would be leaving again. It didn't bother you much, especially since he had made a promise to return.

You reach out and touch the cold steel that now embodies Al, swaying together to the rhythm of your favorite song playing on the radio, the beat echoing the rhythm of your heart against your ribcage.

"(Name), does it concern you that I'm not human?" Al quieres, his eyes directed towards the wall behind you.

Looking up at him, you furrow your brows in response to his unexpected question, "You could be a ghost, and it still wouldn't matter..."

ADULT HOOD (human form)

Officially, you both become a couple 2 months after he regains his body. It took him this long for two reasons: he wanted to court you properly before making his move, and he wanted to give you time to adjust to the possibility of getting closer in the way you both secretively desired.

He'd prefer not to have you fainting on him (much like when you were younger) every time he initiated random contact or if you shied away from his compliments and avoided his gaze. However, he does find it quite flattering that he's now officially the one who makes you feel this way, just as he once did.

When he does ask you out, he is incredibly rizz. It wasn't a simple confession; he went above and beyond, making it seem as though he was proposing marriage. Where did he learn to be so romantic like this?? Certainly not from Ed. The thought makes you laugh.

At first, when he asked you out, you didn't think it was an actual date. I mean, "Are you free to go somewhere with me tonight?" isn't exactly how you typically ask someone out, but it got you where you needed to be: with him.

He picks you up (you live alone now that you’re older), dressed in a smart fitted suit, his hair slicked back with pomade, neatly parted on the side. He's not the same nervous Al you saw this morning. You feel somewhat underdressed in your dress, but after expressing your concern, he assures you that you look absolutely perfect.

"Where are we heading, Al?" you inquire as you link your arm with his, allowing him to lead you down the road. He responds with a warm smile, and his brown eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky.

"To our spot," he replies, placing emphasis on the word "our."

You blink at him, your mouth going dry as the way he worded it sounds incredibly intimate. You quickly divert your gaze forward and squeeze yourself closer to him, feeling tense.

The spot he referred to as "ours" was typically where you went for picnics or stargazing, but that wouldn't make sense in this situation. You don't dress up in a suit for that.

However, it all starts to make sense when you arrive. Instead of a picnic blanket, there's a small round table covered with a cloth and two chairs.

Upon closer inspection, you notice it's adorned with a selection of your favorite desserts and your preferred dining drink. On either side of the round table, there are two covered plates. Pretty lights dangled from poles to brighten the area. It's a beautiful setup, but you can't help but wonder why it's here.

Al is quick to respond to your unspoken question, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. "I've been relearning how to cook after all this time," he explains with a bashful smile. "I believe I've perfected this dish, and I want you to be the first to try it."

He’s incredibly kind, especially when it turns out he’s prepared your favorite dish. That’s why he seemed a bit shy just moments ago. If you weren’t so reserved, you’d want to hug him at this very moment to convey your heartfelt appreciation. He didn’t need to put in so much effort to prepare your favorite meal, but he insisted he wanted to.

As the evening wore on, it started to take on more of a date-like atmosphere. He had a way of steering the conversation back to you, showing a genuine fascination with your voice, both then and especially now.

There were moments when he seemed lost in thought, gazing at you with a gentle expression, which made you a bit self-conscious, causing you to avoid eye contact. Yet, he soon spoke up, encouraging you not to look away, expressing his fondness for gazing into your eyes.

The night begins to wind down, both of you satiated with food, dessert, and drinks, he leans across the table and gently takes hold of your hand in both of his, his gaze fixed on your intertwined fingers. He breathes in softly, then locks eyes with you.

"You're truly amazing, you know," he says with a soft smile, his gaze locked on you. "You've forged your own path in alchemy, been a tremendous support to Winry, and your forgiveness towards my brother and me is something I strongly admire." Pausing, he tilts his head, a chuckle escaping him. "I've realized, (Name), that what I feel for you goes beyond mere liking. I'd go as far as to say it's love, if you're comfortable with that. I didn't fully grasp the depth of my emotions until those long years without you. Now that you're back in my life, I can't imagine a future without you by my side."

"This isn't a proposal, is it?" you question in a panicky tone, a wave of worry rushing over you. It feels too soon, like steps might be missing. You do love him deeply, but the idea of marriage...

"No, no, that's too soon. We're not there yet," he explains, then adds, "What I mean is, I'd like for you to go out with me."

You freeze, somewhat anticipating these words after he dismissed the proposal idea, but hearing them is a different experience altogether. He wants to be your boyfriend? You as his girlfriend? You? Are you sure he's sure?

"Are you sure?" you murmur, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "I'm not good with relationships, as you know. I've never been in one, and..."

Al interlocks his fingers with yours, his gaze unwavering. "There isn't anyone else I'd want more."

Your affirmative response placed you in an intriguing situation, but you wouldn't change any of it or him for anything in the world.

If you thought the romantic gestures were going to be less, you were mistaken. If anything, he amplifies them because now he's completely confident in the relationship. The fact that it's as new to him as it is to you doesn't change how much he will make known that he treasures you.

He still buys you flowers, picking up fresh ones every time, sometimes in bundles or as singles—it doesn't matter, he always has them ready for you. And when he's away, he arranges for a little errand boy to deliver them on his behalf (which is easy because Al is so likable and someone to look up to, especially with the ladies, as the kid claims. He would do it for nothing if Al let him). It's his way of letting you know that he's thinking of you.

The first night he's back in town is always reserved for date night. It doesn't matter what the activity is, as long as it's with you. Even if you're simply lounging on the sofa reading a book, he's content. He particularly enjoys it when you read it out loud during those moments.

Another thing that's become a routine is cuddling. He can finally touch you and feel the warmth he remembers you providing. Don't shy away from him during those moments; he'll only hug you closer. He's not as gentle as he once was, now that he doesn't have to be so cautious since he's no longer made of metal. He was touch-starved, so you were bound to experience a bit of manhandling. Just accept his affection, Reader.

Sometimes it's more peaceful, like when you take naps at your spot during a picnic, and you wake up to find him gazing at you. If you try to look away, he gently tilts your chin to make you meet his eyes again. It's an intimate moment, and he cherishes it. He might seem a bit more assertive, but it's never in a way you find off-putting.

Another bold thing about him is his public displays of affection (PDA). He always wants to hold your hand, needing to know you're close for his own sanity. And if the opportunity arises, he's stealing kisses when no one's looking. Others might tease him all they want, but they haven't spent half their life as a suit of armor. If he hadn't been, he probably would've had a girlfriend by now, and most likely, it would have been you.

He makes an effort to sing your favorite songs, even though he's really not good at it. He's often off-key, but you both still slow dance to his attempts when the radio unexpectedly cuts out in the middle of one. Caught lacking? Not when Al's got you.

Once a gentleman, always a gentleman. He offers his coat to you more times than you'd like, sometimes when it's not even necessary. But he just wants to make sure you're comfortable. Whenever you're dining out, he stands up when you leave the table or approach it, still pulls out your chair for you, and holds your hand while he eats.

Most of those heartwarming dining moments also contained a hint of quirkiness when the opportunity arose.

"If I were a potato, would you still love me?" you inquire, curiosity in your eyes as you finish a spoonful of roasted potatoes.

Al laughs, playfully squinting at you. "Sweetie, you could be anchovies, and I'd still love you."

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imagineanime2022 · 7 months

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Ling Yao Clingy S/O

Ling Yao X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Could I request Ling Yao x clingy reader? Not super clingy, but the kind of S/O whi just feels safer near their partner, or enjoys holding hands as often as possible as it calms them down?

A/N: Couldn't do this one without adding Greedling for a small section, sectioned it off so that you can skip it if you want but I figured it was something that you would need to address as well.

👑 Ling would love a clingy S/O or someone who relies on him to feel safe, he relies on you to reassure him that he’s doing the right thing, so you both need each other's case closed. 👑 He was the one to ask you to travel across the desert with, it’s not like you don’t know how to look after yourself so you agreed since you never felt more at ease than when you were with him. 👑 He makes sure that he’s holding your hand when he can or standing close enough that you could feel him there. 👑 He’s excited about everything, he pointed things out to you as he dragged you from place to place, he never forgot about you, you were literally attached at the hip. 👑 Ling is careful with you around other people, like the first time that you met Ed and Alphonse and he made sure that you were practically sitting on his lap so that he could keep you safe. 👑 Times when you get overwhelmed he’ll let you play with his fingers, hold his hand or lean against him until you feel better.

Greedling

👑 The one time that you and Ling were separated he made a decision that affected you both and Greed took control of the body that was supposed to keep you safe, it wasn’t the same as it had been. 👑 Ling basically conned Greed into finding you, he needed to make sure that you were okay while he trusted Lan Fan and Fu to keep you safe, he was sure that you still needed him. 👑 He wasn’t wrong in his absence you had become more jumpy and less trusting, you only really spoke to Lan Fan and never really left whatever safe house they had managed to find. 👑 Greed came straight through the window, no regard for scaring you. 👑 You would have taken his head off had he not been wearing Ling’s face, he tried at first to pass himself off as the man you had been waiting for but you saw right through him, that was when he explained what happened and even gave you a few minutes with Ling. 👑 From there you set up a small deal that allowed you to still see Ling nights to cuddle up and talk or moments of hand holding or quick whisper in your ears. 👑 You ended up getting to know Greed in the time that he spent in Ling’s body and realised that they were very similar, Greed quickly became a stand in for Ling and while they both reacted differently to your affection, they both loved it for different reasons. 👑 Greed was just as protective of you and kept you just as close though he would tell you it was because the prince wouldn’t shut up if he didn’t. 👑 Basically the same relationship but way more teasing.

Back to Ling

👑 Once Ling has his body back he doesn’t let you go for a very long time, he missed being able to touch you and worried that he’d never get to do it of his own free will again. 👑 Apologies for putting you through that and promises that he’ll never do it again. 👑 Kisses you for the first time when you are back in Xing and he is announced as the new emperor. 👑 Never lets you go again, allows you to do whatever you wanted, playing with his hair, fingers or sitting on his lap as you had hushed conversations. 👑 Will dedicate times of the day to you and make sure that no one interrupts you. 👑 Will drop everything if you needed something, if you needed support he was there, hand connected to yours as he encouraged you forward. 👑 No matter what he loves you and supports you no matter what you need, after all I fully believe this man loves giving to whoever he chooses as his. Gifts, time, physical affection it’s all yours for as long as you will have him.

Request Here!!

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #full metal alchemist brotherhood imagine #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood oneshot #fmab #fmab imagine #fmab oneshot #ling yao #ling yao imagine #ling yao oneshot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Can you do a Hope mikelson x male Fullmetal alchemist reader

The reader is the third Elric brother, después de una misión Hope ve que su novio sin brazo y se asusta de que podria perderlo hasta que se da cuenta que el lector usa una prótesis de metal.

Hope walks in to see Y/N rubbing the stump of his arm...

Hope gasps.

Y/N: what? oh right. you've never seen me without my arm. sorry i guess I'm only half the man you know.

Hope: not funny! you're still more of a man with one arm than many guys I've known that have two.

Y/N: well you can always count on my one real hand to hold yours.

Y/N gently takes Hope's hand and kisses it softly...

#legacies #legacies imagine #legacies hope #hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #danielle rose russell #full metal alchemist #elric brothers #amputee reader

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derangederensimp · 1 year

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Full Metal Alchemist One Shot Kinktober

Body Worship with Roy Mustang x Fem Reader

CW: Hickeys, fingering, oral sex Fem recieving.

Roy Mustang was a man of very little words but when it came to you he could talk all day. Every night you were there for him waiting for him to come home. Sometimes he’d be late and he’d find you sleeping on the couch “that’s no good” he’d pout before he picked you up into his arms and carried you to the bed you shared. He’d cover you up before he went to take a shower, seeing that you had already set out a fresh uniform for the morning for him. How did I get so lucky he’d think to himself as the water hit his back.

He always wanted to show you how grateful he was to have you in his life and for you to be his wife. He was surprised you stuck around when he had become so cold but you were his only warmth. Seeing how much love you poured into him made him want to be a better partner, a better man, and be the best husband.

Coming home from a long day of work he’d cling onto you while you finished cooking dinner. Pulling your hair to the side to leave kisses on your neck. “After dinner will you shower with me?” He cooed into your ear. Resting his head on your shoulder waiting for your response. You turned your gaze to him to see his smiling face “of course” you said with a smile. Once dinner was complete he set the table making you a plate before he made his own, “thank you for the food, smells delicious” he praised.

Once he was done putting the leftovers in the fridge and cleaning the dishes he turned around, his shirt unbuttoned and towel slung over his shoulder “ready?” Roy asked.

“Mhm” you hummed in response, removing the towel from his shoulder and pulling his collar towards the bathroom. The two of you chuckled once you got to your bedroom, you turned away from him and undressed. Roy stood there in awe, no matter the amount of times he saw your naked body it was like the first time he’s ever seen you. “Turn around” he commanded, his voice going low. You did as he said, turning around and facing him.

“Look at you, just so beautiful” he mused, your cheeks turning pink. “Roy don’t flatter me” you put your hand up to your mouth. “You are, how’d I get so lucky to end up with a woman like you?” He said, taking another step closer to you. “Come, let’s wash up” you said, extending your hand out to grab him and pull him into the bathroom. Turning on the water you tested the temperature before getting in, he stepped in behind you, his arms already clinging to your body. He washed your hair before he did his own, switching positions in the shower with you to rinse.

Grabbing your loofa he put the body wash on it creating suds before he started rubbing down your body. Starting at your shoulders, neck, back and going to your chest. Instead of using the loofa massaged the soap into your breasts letting the water wash it away before he went back to washing the rest of your body. Once fully clean he rubbed at your thighs, leaving soft kisses along your skin.

“Can I do something for you?” He asked, looking up at your face. Biting down on his lower lip, “y-yes” you responded. A soft smile growing on his lips as he ushered you to sit down on the shower bench, adjusting the shower head to keep you warm. Getting back between your thighs he rubbed up from your feet to your thighs “love your thighs so much. Just love squeezing them so much. I could rest my head between them all day. You’d like that wouldn’t you y/n? ” Roy quizzed, his fingers lingering closer and closer to your cunt.

Simply at a loss for words you nodded your head, clenching your thighs tighter. “Can my sweetheart please open her legs for me?” Rot asked, looking up at you with sweet eyes. His hands resting on your thighs waiting to part them when he felt your clenching seize. He was pleased watching you open your legs for him. Taking a moment to admire your beauty once again before he started placing kisses along your leg. Sucking on the inner parts of your thighs leaving hickeys behind. Soft moans coming from your sweet lips encouraged him to keep going.

“Love your thighs y/n, your breasts, everything.” Roy said, putting his thumb at your clit he softly rubbed it in circles. His fingers slipping between your slit collecting all your juices on the tips of his fingers. Bringing them to his lips he parted his mouth, taking his fingers in and sucking them clean. “F-fuck you taste so good” he groaned, his cock twitching in the air as he brought his face closer to your heat. One hand wrapped around your back bringing your body partly off the shower bench having your cunt flush against his mouth.

His tongue flicking at your clit as his other hand took your nipple into his fingers and pinched them softly. Your soft moans driving him into pleasure, his thumb moving your nipple around as his tongue went faster on your clit. Setting his nose to your clit his tongue slid inside of your entrance, lapping up all your juices like a starved man.

His nose is constantly bumping into your clit making you cry his name out over and over again. “Please cum on my tongue y/n” Roy said in between licks. He kept at his pace, your thighs clenching around his head made him feel like he was going to explode. The knot in your stomach becoming tighter each time his tongue went in and out while he tweaked at your nipples. He put more pressure on your clit making your body shake under his control, moaning as the knot in your stomach snapped cumming all over his face.

His tongue licked over his lips before he stood up taking your hands into his and pulling you up. Holding you close to his body he kissed your forehead. “There’s more to come, I love you. I’ll let you relax a bit but I want to please you more ok?” Roy said. “Please” you asked.

Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @yellooaaa , @immindingmyown , @dovas-world , @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn , @ilovestevelacy2228 , @nothisispatrick300 , @chrrybl0ss0m

#full metal alchemist smut #Roy Mustang smut #Roy Mustang x reader smut #Roy Mustang 18+#derangederensimp #kinktober smut #FMA smut #Roy Mustang fanfic 18+#Roy Mustang Fanfic smut #Roy Mustang x y/n

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telleroftime · 3 months

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In that Scroop x Reader fic that I'm planning scenes for, I was thinking that Scroop could end up needing cyborg parts after free-floating in the Etherium for too long. The general idea is that he either lost a limb or he needed one amputated.

That's all fine and dandy but now I'm left with a choice and I hate making choices. I'm thinking of having Scroop either lose an arm and needed to relearn how to properly use it after having it replaced. He'd need to teach himself how to control it in a way it matches the skill of his real hand.

Or, Scroop could lose one or two legs and would need to work out not only the balance of originally missing them but later on how to walk using them. Not only would he be heavier, which for someone that climbs a lot would be inconvenient, but he'd also have to learn how to use them in conjunction with his other limbs.

Both could work and I could very much have him lose both. That would completely throw off his coordination but it would mean losing some scenes but adding others.

And yes, the only decision I really made is the fact I want him as a cyborg in this. You know, since all he's gonna see in himself would be Silver and that opens up self-growth for him.

(We ignore the typo in the poll itself, the "English is not my first language" is showing since I wrote this at 4:30am)

#mr scroop x reader #scroop x reader #mr scroop #scroop #mr scroop treasure planet #treasure planet #this fic has been on my mind a lot recently #hence why I moved my focus onto it #the Bowser one was put on hold too #mainly because I think it's too shallow and I need to rework it #and yes that's a full metal alchemist reference

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oreosmama · 1 year

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I just cached up with the one punch manga and ahhhhhh spoiler alert I can't get enough of garou I feel like they made him purposefully more and more hotter each chapter and his teamwork x rivalry with metal bat ahhhhh and so my brain rot for the two them just won't stop so I'm here to request more of that yandere metal bat and garou x reader please 🙏🙏😭😩❤️✋

Ayo any fics with that pairing being yandere is honestly such a gold mine istg. absolutely love the dynamic between those two and how they both have soft spots for children.

no ideas for a full hc of that, but now I can only think my next logical step for this group would be babies??? On God, can you imagine how protective they would be if you were pregnant with one of theirs? they would literally orbit around you whenever you left the house.

plus garou's totally the one that would like stick headphones on your stomach and then try and talk through a connected microphone to the baby. not even like reading children's books or anything but literally ranting about his day and how annoying heroes can be.

metal bat's in the other room like "i shoulda killed this mf when i had the chance" but he's got his own dibs on feeling your stomach for kicks first.

Oh Jesus this one just came to me but can you imagine the staring contest that would happen when you're giving birth and you're squeezing both of their hands so hard and they're just combatting to see which one will pussy out and cry from the pain first. legendary.

no cap but when both garou and metal bat are trying to learn how to wrap a diaper they would like squat in the corner of the house hovering menacingly over like a freshly unswaddled watermelon. then they're just mystified on what to do first bc they both wanna act like they know what they're doing but they're not gonna swoop in until the other one tries it. So they're both just squatting there staring at a watermelon half in a diaper, grumbling creepily to themselves about what to do first.

Eventually (of course) Uncle Tareo and Auntie Zenko are invited over to see the baby. cue entirely unnecessary christmas-card photos in February.

#uh uh um i went overboard oopsies #now im tired #god what's happened to me i used to bust out three full length hcs a day #oreosmama talks #yandere garou x reader #yandere metal bat x reader #yandere opm #garou x reader #metal bat x reader

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pinkarsonistwizard · 10 months

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A love confession

Hehehe, the truth is I wrote this letter for me because I am terribly obsessed with ♥ Colonel Roy Mustang ♥, I also enjoy letters in general, usually writing them in character with my DnD OCs but now that I've read almost all the Roy Mustang x Reader fanfics I could find, I'm craving for moreeeee. Left possible scenario for it to happen as well, I hope you like it.

----- Colonel Mustang, who usually confronts things directly instead of writing letters, has decided to confess his love for you through one. He knows you are a sensitive girl and judging by the number of books you read, it's obvious you like written expressions and admire different styles of writing. You find it among one of the reports you are about to file on a rainy afternoon.

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My dearest (y/n),

Words fail me as I try to write this letter, for the feelings that flood my heart are too great to describe in ink and parchment. From the first day you entered my office as my assistant, you brought a light into my life that I never knew existed. Your grace, intelligence, and unwavering dedication enchanted me, captured my thoughts, and filled my days with indescribable joy.

In the realm of duty and military affairs, I have always stood strong and been guided by the principles of justice and order. Yet inside my heart I have discovered a vulnerability I never expected. The strength and determination I display on the battlefield are nothing compared to the fierce passion and adoration I have for you, (y/n).

Your presence alone ignites a fire within me that burns brighter with each passing moment. Your smile, so radiant and genuine, has the power to lift the weight of the world from my weary shoulders. Your unwavering support and commitment to our cause inspires me to be a better man, a leader who deserves a woman as extraordinary as you.

I am aware of the complexities that arise from the intertwining of personal and professional lives, especially within the confines of our military hierarchy. However, my heart compels me to put these considerations aside and speak the truth that I can no longer withhold: (y/n), I am deeply and unequivocally in love with you.

Every fleeting glance, every touch of our hands in the midst of shared tasks, every stolen moment we steal away in conversation, all of it fuels the flame that burns within me. I can not imagine a future without you by my side, and I long for the day when we can embark on a journey of love and partnership.

But please understand, (y/n), that I respect you and the professional boundaries we must maintain. Should my feelings not be desired, or should our circumstances prove too complicated, I will bear the burden of this unrequited love in silence, for the sake of our working relationship and the stability of the mission.

However, should there be even a glimmer of hope in your heart that returns the affection I have for you, I would be honored beyond measure. In a world where chaos and darkness so often reign, our love could be a beacon of hope, a shelter that protects us from the storm.

Please take time to reflect on my words, (y/n), and know that regardless of your response, my commitment to our common cause remains unrelenting. My duty as a soldier will never waver, but if fate allows, I hope to stand not only as your commanding officer, but also as the man who cherishes and worships you.

With all the love my heart can hold,

Colonel Roy Mustang

#roy mustang #full metal alchemis brotherhood #letters #reader x character #roy mustang x reader #love letters #confession

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pvtjxker · 1 year

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"Your idiot" (pvt. Joker)

(His smile will be the DEATH of me)

Helloo! It's me, Elwood! Once again, I wrote another fanfiction! But I tried to make some experiments, this time and...I wrote my official #1 Smut! It's nothing particularly great, but I wanted to see what would have been your reaction!

This is an OG!Character x Fem!Reader, this time, I hope you won't mind!

Of course, this type of content is VERY explicit, so if you don't want to read it or if you are unconfortable with the genre, don't read this.

Also english is shitty as always lol.

Hope you'll like it! <3

"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

Thinking about how you got to this situation... if you'd been told earlier, you wouldn't have believed it.

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"Oh, shut up, Joker!"

"But you literally can't play! I'm helping you!"

You were playing pileup with the rest of the platoon.

You never played pileup in your whole life and Joker was trying to help you learning, but he was being the same know-it-all boy, annoying and full of himself.

But he also had flaws.

He added, annoyed:"Let's repeat the rules: when you see one of your opponents with a card of the same rank as one you have in your deck as the top card of their rest deck-"

"JOKER, I KNOW!"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU DO IT!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

"Sorry, Cowboy." You said.

"Sorry."

"God, you guys fight like an old married couple..."

"Me?" Replied Joker, in shock, "marry her? I have standards, Cowboy, which is a thing I'm not entirely sure she's ever heard of"

You slapped him, eliciting a murmur of shock from other players and platoon mates.

"You're a bitch, Joker!" You said, laughing, and started playing again.

You would have made him pay later.

After the match, you ended up losing two dollars.

Shit.

You got out of the pagoda, looking for Joker.

He was leaning against a wall, smoking.

"Joker."

He turned around.

"Oh, hey"

He smiled.

"So..." You leand on the same wall, very close to him.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Wanna hit?"

"Thanks" you picked the cigarette and took a hit.

"What were you sayin?"

"Yeah, right...so...you have "standards", uh?"

He suddenly looked very nervous.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-"

You took his chin, forcing him to look at you.

"Don't play smart with me, Joker: it's a role that doesn't suit you."

"I-I..."

His face lit up in several shades of red, while frenetically looking around, like if he was trying to ask some help from the palms and the bushes around you.

"Oh, come on, Joker...you know you can tell me everything, right?"

"O-of course, of course I know!"

"So do you mind telling me the reason why you said that in front of them?"

He stayed silent.

He knew he fucked up.

He was terrified.

What a nice view.

"Well, since you don't want to tell me, I'll venture a guess: you wanted to look "tough" in front of them, by making me look like "the stupid woman you are the owner of", is that correct?"

He answered quickly, stumbling over his speech:"No! I-I didn't-"

You moved your hand from his chin to his neck, tightening the grip.

"Oh, you didn't?"

He couldn't answer, but he tried anyway, obtaining however the mere result of emitting pathetic choked noises, like a wounded and frightened animal.

You looked at him straight in the eyes, smiling.

Then you added, in an annoyed tone:"Let's repeat the rules again, shall we?", Mimicking his previous tone of voice.

He didn't answer, just looking at you.

"You are a sergeant as well, but I am your liutenant, so I am your superior. You obey to me, and me only. And what is the first unspoken rule of army?"

"Don't talk shit about you superiors when they're around..."

"And why?"

"B-because then we'd be fucked up?"

"Exactly, good boy."

He smiled at the praise.

"So what do you think it's going to happen, now?"

"I-I don't know..."

"It happens that you will make it up to me."

He was on his knees now, in front of you, clinging on your pants and shirt like if his life depended from it.

"How? Tell me how! I-I'll do anything! I will, I swear!"

You took his chin once again, way more gently, now.

"Don't worry about that...I'll find a way."

He smiled just like drug addicts do when they're high, or just like he does when he's on morphine.

Or like he does in general.

So pathetic, yet so addicting

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He opened the door, stepping in the room you occupied for the "special occasion", in an old farmhouse now used as a motel for prostitutes.

You were waiting for him laying on the bed, reading a magazine that someone forgot behind. It was an old Playboy.

"Oh, hey, there. You finally came. You took ages!"

He stared at you: he looked kind of mad.

"Of all the places on earth, the best place to be was a scraggy motel on the outskirts of Phu Bai? Not even in the worst bars in Caracas there're all these racketeers...", Joker complained. You looked at him, annoyed.

"Jesus Christ, Joker, you're so whiny. This is the best we can afford in a country at war. And in war and in famine every hole is a tunnel, an old saying used to say."

He looked to the ground in front of him.

"Sorry, ma'am."

"Close the door."

He closed the door behind him.

You stood up, walking towards him.

He bent down a bit, since he was a lot taller than you and he placed his hands on your hips as he kissed you, lazily.

He then looked at you, smiling.

"So...what's the plan?" He asked, with a small tone of impatience in his voice.

He couldn't wait.

You took him by the hand and dragged him towards the bed. He sat down, without even being told.

"It looks like you already know your place, here."

"It looks like it, yeah."

He grinned, pulling you towards him and hugging your thighs.

You ran your hand through his soft hair. They were a bit longer than the last time. He let'em grow, because he knew that if it was longer, it would have been easier for you to pull it. He loved it when you pulled his hair.

Such a whore.

He was looking at you with the biggest, enamoured eyes you've ever seen.

You bent down and kissed him again, cupping his face in your hands. When he felt your tongue on his, he let out a small whimper, making you shiver all the way down your spine.

"Ow, come on...we haven't even started and you are already so needy..."

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Nono...keep it up."

He whimpered again.

You made him sit better on the bed, back to the wall, and helped him undressing, leaving him only in his underwear.

You started to stroke his chest, lightly, and he left out a moan, arching his back a bit.

"Aww...so cute..."

He whimpered again, breathing hot and heavy. His skin felt like fire, at your touch.

So addicting.

He started to stroke himself on you, but you moved a bit back from his crotch, so that he couldn't actually create enough friction. You felt he was hard. Maybe it even hurt him, from how hard he was. But you wanted to tease him. Your favorite thing to do with him.

"A-ah...w-why did you move...?" He whined.

"Because I wanted to." You answered, coldly.

He swallowed.

You leaned down and kissed him again, giving a lot of small pecks on his lips. He whined at every touch. Every. Single. Touch.

It wasn't new that he was completely touch starved, but God. All that desperation was new for you even.

You slipped your hands all the way down to his underwear, taking it off.

He slightly hisses, when his full length was released from his boxers.

"A-ah..."

"Shut up."

You started to stroke it, from the very bottom to the tip, following the shaft.

A soft moan escaped from his throat.

"Please...s-stop t-teasing...a-ah!"

"I told you to shut. Up."

He shut up, only noises coming out of his mouth.

You kept on teasing him.

You liked it, mainly because it was the easiest way to drive him crazy.

When you finished teasing him, he was almost braindead, a desperate mess of moans and whimpers.

"So? You want me to go on?" You asked, teasingly.

He nods, desperately.

His glasses were fogged up, his eyes were barely visible. And he could barely see. But he didn't care.

Such a beautiful view.

You took off your shirt and he immediately put his hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them and kissing the fabric of your bra.

"C-can I take it off?"

"Of course..."

He took your bra off and started kissing your naked breasts, desperately, sucking and biting wherever he could.

You put a hand on his scalp, gently.

"Fuck..."

"A-am I doing good?"

"You're doing amazing..."

You took all the rest of your clothing off.

As soon as he saw you naked, he became even more desperate and needy.

"Can I...c-can I taste you, ma'am?"

"What do you mean?"

He looked at you: he was so desperate he sounded mad. In fact, his answer was very blunt. Maybe because he was very needy and he wanted you to stop playing with him.

"Can you sit on my face?"

You smiled, maliciously.

"That's better. Lie down..."

Within two seconds he was lying down on the matress, waiting for you, with a huge smile on his face.

You sat astride on his face, and he was almost drooling at the sight of your throbbing hole.

You rested your legs around his head as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to his mouth, starting to lick and suck desperately on your cunt, like if his life was depending on it.

His licks were so immaculate you risked to cum there on the spot at the first two licks.

You took his hair in your hands and started to pull it, lightly, making him release a soft, guttural moan, which stimulated you even more, making you moan louder.

You started to get closer to your climax, after a few minutes, and you started move your hips back and forward, in order to stimulate more.

But that don't turn around for long, because he firmly out his hands on yout hips, not allowing any sort of movement.

He went faster, and your vision was gettinf blurry.

"I-I'm...sso close...*fuck*...ah...k-keep tha-AH!...that u-uup..."

"Uhu..."

He kept the pace, and in a matter of seconds you finally arrived at the climax, screaming his name out of your lungs.

You almost fell on the matress.

"Holy shit..."

"I did good, did I?"

Always the same, old Joker.

"You cocky bastard..."

He laughed, softly.

As soon as you managed to regain the use of your legs, still a little shaky from the orgasm, you managed to get off the bed on his side.

"Sit."

He sat.

So obedient.

You spread his legs and started to kiss his length, from the tip to the very bottom.

He was so hard that he was risking to cum at every touch.

His legs were shaking a bit too, for the exitement.

You licked then from the bottom to the tip again and you started to suck it, gently, just to tease him a bit.

You looked at him, and as soon as you did, he went out of his mind, letting a deep, animalistic moan escape from his throat.

You slowly bobbed your head on his dick, making it go deeper and deeper down your throat each time.

He took you hair in his hand, as an instinct, and threw his head back, letting out big, shameless open-mouthed moans and whimpers.

He just needed it.

He just needed you.

You went faster, and he was slowly going insane, and you managed to slide it deep down your throat.

"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

He didn't want to choke you, he was afraid he could hurt you, but that's exactly what you wanted.

It was only matter of time before he came down your throat, with the most sinful, toes-curling moan you've ever heard.

For a moment you thought this man was born to be a slut for you.

For you only.

The mere thought of that was enought to make you horny again, but you were too tired.

And he was too.

You couldn't "actually" fuck, you know.

Merely because that would have meant a baby and you could not afford such a thing in the middle of a war.

Expecially if you were two fighters of this war.

You came back up on your feet and you lied down on the bed, next to him.

You know he wanted more, but he just phisically couldn't.

It wasn't much for the phisical effort, but more for the exitement of all of it.

You turned on a cigarette and started smoking, staring at the ceiling.

"This was some serious five-stars fuck..."

"Are your standards that low?"

"For happening in the middle of a country at war, I'd say my standards are already too high."

"So I did good?"

"Awsome."

"Cool."

He stayed silent for a while.

"If this is the price to pay for making you mad, then I should piss you off more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."

He laughed.

What an idiot.

But he was your idiot.

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#full metal jacket #private joker #pvtjoker #pvt joker x reader #full metal jacket headcanons #smut

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helpfandom · 8 months

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Masterlist for Helpfandom

For 2023 Halloween event:

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Bruce Wayne

Continuation of post above: Hazard Taffy-Bruce Wayne 2

🔪 Knife gummies- [Btas] Scarecrow

💌 Caramel Letters- Riddler [Btas]

👁 Sour eyeball candies- [Btas] Harley Quinn

🎃 Pumpkin pretzels- Harvey {Stardew Valley}

🌽 Candy corn- [Btas] Riddler

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Handsome Jack

🦇Batman:🦇 [Big enough to have it's own masterlist.]

🐢TMNT Masterlist:🐢 [It got big enough I thought it should have it's own masterlist.]

🦔Sonic the Hedgehog Movie:🦔

Jimbotnik / Robotnik Alphabet Platonic

Vermillion: \/

Overview for Long Standing Fic of Stobotnik x Platonic Reader

Vermillion: Chapter 1: Chilling

Vermillion: Chapter 2: The Man

Vermillion: Chapter 3: Gay People Exist

Chapter 4:

🔪Texas Chainsaw Massacre🔪 1974/1986/2022

Bubba w/ a Teen Reader

💊We Happy Few:💊

200 follower event Yandere analysis

Yandere Platonic Guide

🐙Penguins of the Madagascar🐧

200 follower event yandere analysis! {NOT FINISHED}

🌲Camp Camp:🌲

David w/ Camper reader HC Platonic

⚗️Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood:⚗️

Envy w/ Chimera! Reader HC Platonic

Envy w/ Kawaii kid. HC Platonic

Envy w/ Cutsey S/O HC Romantic

🔫Borderlands:🔫

Zane Flynt HC Platonic

Fl4K HC Platonic

Calypso Twins HC Platonic

Calypso Twins w/ half-Sibling working with the Crimson Raiders. HC Platonic

Handsome Jack HC Platonic

Handsome Jack with a platonic one night stand kid HC Platonic

Handsome Jack and Nisha w/ Bio kid HC Patonic

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Handsome Jack

TFTB Rhys w/ Teen HC Platonic

✨Glitter Force:✨

Rascal/Joker [Glitter Force] HC Platonic

Glitter Breeze vs. Rascal Versus.

Ulric w/ Child who Adores 'Villains' HC Platonic

❤️Not enough fics to be a category yet:❤️

Tinkerbell with a Reckless! Animal Fairy darling. HC Platonic

Ken [From the Barbie movie] HC Platonic

Jimbotnik / Robotnik Alphabet Platonic

Mitch Williams [Glitch Techs] HC Platonic

GLaDOS w/ test subject kid. HC Platonic

Sadou Maou w/ Foster Kid HC Platonic

Jack Frost w/ Runaway Teen HC Platonic

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itsgeecheebitch · 1 year

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TITLE: Ruined

FANDOM: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood

PAIRING: Scar x Reader

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTER: 6

You were happy for the reprieve from Scar the last few days offered. After Mei met up with you guys in the alley, Scar went over the plan for heading up North. Him and Yoki were to act as decoys to lure the military away from you, Mei, and Dr. Marcoh as you traveled North. You felt bad for Dr. Marcoh, he was often out of breath and needed frequent breaks in between walking. Mei didn’t seem to mind all of the traveling, she did most of the talking for you and your rag tag team. You wondered if she was an only child.

The sun descended and with its absence came the night’s frost. You wrapped your arms around yourself. The cold buried itself into your bones and you could see your breath every time you breathe. You were glad when Dr. Marcoh decided to make camp for the night.

Once the fire was started, you huddled in front of it, hungry for the meager heat the dancing flame provided. You guys ate with Mei doing most of the talking again. Once she went off to bed, you remained on your opposite side of the fire, legs huddled close to your chest.

Your mind was still reeling from the information Dr. Marcoh provided. Father. Your service in the military was a lie. All of it. You knew you mainly joined the military just to locate a philosopher’s stone but you always figured you would follow in your brother’s footsteps and join even if he never died. To find out everything you ever knew was nothing but a fabricated fallacy just…you felt numb. The Fuhrer you served, that all of your comrades served, was nothing but a figurehead. The true ruler behind the curtain was a far more ruthless man than the person you sought to kill. It was enough to turn your whole world upside down.

“(Y/N).” Dr. Marcoh called your name, you lifted your head from your knees. “May I speak to you freely?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Why does Scar insist on keeping you with him?” He asked. Scar never told him what you were to him, didn’t tell anyone apart of your ‘team’ why you were there in the first place.

“Its a long story.” You said with a sigh. “I would rather not bore you with the details.”

“You’re an omega I surmise, although you don’t smell like one. Are you currently taking heat suppressants?”

That shocked you to attention. How did he figure it out? Your surprise only lasted for a moment, he witnessed Scar use Order on you, an action that left you mute for several hours. It still pissed you off just thinking about it.

“Yeah, although I missed a few doses since I’ve been captured by Scar. So my traits are going to show soon.” Now you had another problem to worry about. Soon you’re going to start smelling like alpha bait. You just hoped you would be able to escape before your heat starts at the end of the month.

“Are you possibly his destined mate?”

“W-what?!” If you were drinking you would’ve spit out your drink by now. God this man was smart, it was eerie how he could see right through you. “What makes you say that?”

He scratched his chin. “Well…you’re clearly not Scar’s mate yet his Order has a powerful hold on you. And he does not seem the type to keep the company of an omega for personal reasons. Its the only plausible conclusion I can come to.”

“Well I guess you’re a doctor for a reason.” You replied dryly. “Cruel joke, I know, being destined to a serial killer. The universe obviously likes to toy with me. He murdered my brother for being a State Alchemist and I’m expected to be his mate because some unknown force deemed it so?” You scoffed. “I would laugh if it wasn’t so fucked up.”

“You could run if you want.”

“Huh?”

He scooted in closer as if afraid others would hear him. “I won’t say a word. If he asks what happened to you I will simply say you fled while Mei and I were asleep. He won’t kill me since he needs me.”

“But that won’t spare you from his wrath the moment you finish serving your purpose.”

“Then so be it.” He said determinedly. “I’ve accepted such a risk the moment I decided to reveal the part I played in his people’s extermination.” You flinched at the reminder. He may’ve been a kind middle-aged man but he still had blood on his hands, far more blood than Scar probably did. “I do not deserve a better end but you do. If you leave now you should make it to the nearest town in three days. I can give you some provisions to last your journey.”

You gave the man a sad smile. “It would be for nothing. Scar can track me down just from feeling my emotions, there’s no point in putting your life on the line for something so futile. And besides, a part of me wants to know what’s inside his brother’s notes. Not only to save my country.” You shrugged. “But for other things as well.” Like how to kill Scar without using a philosopher’s stone.

You guys made it to the cabin a few days later. You sighed in relief, thankful to be shielded away from the elements once more. Mei found the box that housed Scar’s brother’s notes and you each took a notebook.

You cracked open the book and a cloud of dust hit your face. Some of the lines were written in the common tongue while others were written in a foreign language. Ishvalan maybe? But the words looked more complex than the few Ishvalan transcripts you’ve seen before. Maybe its ancient Ishvalan. You groaned, just when you thought the journey was going to get easier, life had to throw you another curve ball. You’re going to need Scar to decode these notes.

Two days later, Scar and Yoki arrived and you were soon looking for another hide out. Thankfully the search didn’t take long and you were soon under another rickety roof. Over the next few days Scar started to smell more rich to you. The spicy scent of sun and incense swaddled the small living space you occupied. That wasn’t good. It could only mean…

Scar was entering a rut soon. You started to smell more appetizing to him, like fresh fruit drizzled in honey. He had to exert great effort not to give into his urges and tackle you to the ground. It wasn’t safe to be near you. He left to find another place to spend his rut, thankfully he spotted a cave not too far away from the hideout.

He entered the dank dark maw of the cave and sat down. Usually his ruts weren’t an issue for him. As a former monk he spent a lot of time training himself against bodily urges, but with you around he couldn't think clearly. Your sweet fragrance still followed him despite him being yards away from you. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he decided to meditate to reclaim ownership over his body. But all he could think about was your soft skin, your sharp tongue and how sweet it would sound moaning his name.

Meanwhile, the gang tried to decode the notes for themselves but found it challenging without Scar’s help. Marcoh and Yoki volunteered to visit Scar at the cave. The moment they stepped into the mouth of the cave, the overpowering smell of desert sand and sandalwood slammed into their faces.

It was enough to make Yoki complain. “Ugh, it reeks in here!” He cried, pinching his nose.

“You shouldn’t say something so callus, Yoki.” Dr. Maroch chastised.

“But it’s true! It smells like unmated alpha in here! It’s starting to really mess with my allergies.” He groaned. Marcoh shook his head at the beta. “Why is Scar staying in this dump anyway when he has a perfectly good omega at the hideout?”

Before Dr. Marcoh could reply, Scar met them halfway into the cave. “What are you two doing here? You should be back at the hideout.”

“We had no choice but to seek your aid, Mr. Scar.” Marcoh said. “Most of your brother’s notes are written in ancient Ishvalan and we cannot proceed until they’ve been translated.”

Scar was quiet for a while before conceding. “Bring them here.” He said, offering his hand.

They gave him the notebooks and took a seat on the moist ground. Yoki screeched when a bug crawled over his leg. “I can’t stay quiet anymore, Mr. Scar. Please don’t hit me but what’s the point of keeping an omega around if you’re going to deal with your ruts on your own?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“But of course it is!” Yoki pushed, waving his hands in the air in irritation. “She’s taking up space, eating all the food, and constantly giving lip. She’s even grumpier than you are! She has no other reason to be here besides being used for..” He waves a hand at Scar. “...This. I say we drop her off at the next town we pass by.”

“How about we drop you off at the next town barely breathing?” Scar challenged.

Yoki screeched. “Oh please don’t do that, Mr. Scar, I quite like breathing! I promise I won’t say another word about her!” Even Dr. Marcoh rolled his eyes.

It was hard to fall asleep that night when it was so cold. You tossed and turned in your sleeping bag, willing your blanket to provide you with more warmth than they were willing to provide. You groaned, envious of your comrades who found sleep so easily. Defeated, you stared up at the dark ceiling. You wondered if counting sheep would work. But after counting to twenty you still found your eyes wide open. Sighing, you sat up in your sleeping bag. Sleep wasn’t coming for you just as it evaded you the past week you spent up North. You longed for the comforting embrace of your bed back in Central, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be seeing it for a very long time, perhaps never again.

Just then you heard the crunch of snow outside, the muffled sounds were coming closer. You gasped, were your group spotted again? Pulling on your gloves you waited for the intruder to reveal themselves. A large muscular frame filled the narrow doorway. You looked up to find Scar staring back at you. The warm scent of musk and spice followed after him like a faithful companion.

“W-what are you doing here?!” You whisper-hissed. “You’re not supposed to be here, you’re in a rut!”

Your words obviously fell on deaf ears since he took a step into the cabin. The tired floors creaked underneath his weight. He took another side and you climbed out of your sleeping bag. “Come any closer and I swear to god I will claw your eyes out!” You threatened, even as the words left your mouth you knew you weren’t going to do such a thing, not with the funny things his scent was doing to your body.

He continued his advances and you took a step back. His cheeks were tinted red and his eyes were glassy as though he was intoxicated. Icy fear froze your veins. He wasn’t in his right state of mind. It was like he was in a trance! You took another step back and trembled once your back hit the wall. Did he really give into his rut? You knew Scar was a murderer but you always figured he didn’t have a taste for carnal things. Its the stupid bond! It was wielding his body like a puppet on strings.

“Scar snap out of it!” You nearly shouted. But he kept advancing. Just as you thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, you felt warmth pool low in your stomach. Your eyes widened in horror. Oh god, no! Why now?! A sharp pain zipped through your abdomen, heralding the beginning of your heat. It was all you could do not to double over. Why was it even happening now? You’re not due for another one for another three weeks!

As Scar got closer you body became warmer. The soul mate bond, that had to be the culprit. It wanted you to go into heat at the same time as Scar’s rut, forcing you to seal the deal. But that won’t happen if you could help it!

Before the alpha could reach you, you ran. You sped into the neighboring room and cried when you couldn't find a door in sight. Just then strong fingers dug into your hips and turned you around, slamming your back against the wall. You gasped as the air was knocked out of your lungs.

You couldn’t even take a breath before Scar claimed your lips. His lips were warm and soft against yours, you fought against the urge to melt against him. His strong fingers combed through your hair while his other arm pinned you against him. His length pressed against your belly. That was enough to snap you out of your trance. You slammed your fist against his hard chest but to no avail. He nipped your bottom lip, causing you to gasp. He took advantage of that to deepen the kiss, bringing his tongue to mingle with yours.

Shoving him, you slapped Scar, the sound reverberated through the empty room. Time ceased for a moment, you thought Scar was finally coming back to his senses when he seized your wrists and pinned them above your head.

He leaned against you, his warm breath tickled your nose. “Stop fighting me.”

Before you could say anything he was on you again, claiming your mouth and killing whatever words were on your tongue. Why did he have to kiss you so good?! His scent was like poison, turning your muscles to goo. Your head felt fuzzy. Just then another sharp spasm claimed your abdomen, you would’ve doubled over if it weren’t for Scar holding you up.

He released your lips in favor of bringing his to your ear. “Let me help you.” You bit back a moan. Ugh, even his voice sounded so good…

Scar transferred both of your wrists to one hand and explored the curves of your body with the other. His touch was so soft despite his hands being so strong. You’ve watched him kill a man with those hands, he killed your brother with those very same hands that made you tingle all over. He brought his hand to your covered breast. His thumb did things to you you weren’t proud of. You could feel your nipples hardened from his light caresses.

Releasing you, he took a step back and took in the panting mess that you were. “Are you done now?” You asked. He answered by removing his coat. His shirt was next. The light of the moon greedily caressed his chiseled abs and strong pecs. God, you haven’t seen sculptures with as great of a body as his. He was truly a work of art…and you shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. He killed your brother, remember?

Scar claimed you in his arms again before attacking your neck with torturously sweet kisses. You grabbed his shoulders, not sure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. You really need to get a hold on yourself.

You moaned and he took that as invitation to strip you of your coat and shirt. You tried to wrap your arms around you against the cold but he wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed your wrists and wrenched them away from your naked breasts. He nipped your collarbone before descending down your chest and claiming a nipple between his lips. Your back bowed against him. You couldn’t fight back the moan from slipping past your lips. He nibbled and sucked on them like they were his last meal. He tweaked the other with his fingers while his sinful tongue did wonderful things to you that made your mind go blank.

He pushed a knee between your legs and you ground your hips against him unknowingly, searching for friction to soothe the uncomfortable ache between your legs. Releasing your nipple, he moved on to the next one and showered it with the same tortuous attention. You couldn’t take it anymore. Weaving your fingers through his snowy tresses, you pressed him against you, melting against his lips. He had no business making you feel this good. Scar then released your nipple with a loud pop and descended down your body once more, pulling your trousers down with him. Against your better judgment you helped him, kicking off the restricting garment. He brought his lips to yours again. You heard the tell tale cling of his belt as he unbuckled it, you helped him shove the garment down to the ground.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you up against the wall. His hot length pressed insistently against your lower lips. You shivered against him, you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or from the anticipation of feeling him inside of you.

Just as he was about to thrust inside of you, your eyes snapped open. You were back in your sleeping bag, fully clothed, and very irritated. The sound of gentle snoring from your teammates let you know you were back in reality. It was just a dream. Stupid freaking soul mate bond! You huffed and curled into yourself beneath your thin blanket. The movement alerted you to the uncomfortable wetness between your thighs. Ignore it. You thought as you tried to will yourself back to sleep. But every movement reminded you of your arousal that went unattended. You clenched your thighs together, desperate for friction. Hopefully you could get yourself off and go back to sleep. When that didn’t work you gave in and snuck your hand under the covers. God you hoped Yoki was fast asleep. If he woke up while you were doing this you swear you would kill him.

Your fingers slipped beneath your trousers. You instantly found your clit and rubbed tight small circles over the sensitive pearl. Your body jolted from the sensations blossoming between your legs. Your body became warmer and you clamped a hand over your mouth before a moan could slip through. You continued to hump your hand. Delicious tingles zipped through your entire body, you imagined Scar. His piercing gaze, the sculped perfection of his body, the deep timbre of his voice. You imagined that it was his hand that was touching you and not your own, his fingers plunging inside the warm wet cavern of your loins. It was enough to make you wither into the floor. With a final stroke you came against your hand with a silent scream. Once it was all over you gazed into the dark nothingness of the room, feeling numb to everything. God…you fingered yourself to the thought of Scar. Could the ground open up and swallow you whole now?

#fanfiction #anime #fanfic #smut #a03 fanfic #omegaverse #fmab #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fma scar #fmab fanfiction #fma scar x reader #fmab+x+reader #fmab scar

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quinloki · 10 months

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okay i'm just seeing the one word thing everywhere so I'm just gonna go in on this and say "madrigal"

Madrigal - "a part-song for several voices, especially one of the Renaissance period, typically arranged in elaborate counterpoint and without instrumental accompaniment. Originally used of a genre of 14th-century Italian songs, the term now usually refers to English or Italian songs of the late 16th and early 17th c., in a free style strongly influenced by the text."

...

/deadpans into the camera./

You're laughing so hard, holding onto Kid as you're trying desperately to get yourself under control. You'd made a random statement to your I-Have-A-PhD.-in-Music boyfriend and the face he made had sent you on this recent hysteria.

"It's not that funny." He says, kissing your stomach. There's a smile on his face he can't help - he does love your laugh.

"S-so-sorry!" You gasp, clamping your hands over your mouth and wriggling toward him a little since he'd been trying to pull you back into lap.

"You only know that damned word cause of that animated movie." He huffs, devilish grin spreading on his face. "I can't believe you asked me that."

"I can't believe you answered it!" You blurt out, falling into another small fit of laughter that melts away into moans as Kid's lips begin to truly find your sensitive places.

"It needs to be your next article submission." You say, running your fingers through his hair.

Kid snorts, moving to cage you to the bed. The look in his eyes assured you he wasn't going to say much more on the subject. "No one's going to read a paper on how - or why - the sounds of a orgy are, technically, a madrigal."

I've been challenged.

(I can't believe I made that work).

#quin answers #x reader #quins been challenged #one word prompts #eustass kid #I've always head canon'd Kid as being DEEPLY into music #not just punk or rock or heavy metal #but like full on music theory six years of college type into music.

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disbehavior · 2 years

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@raijuto reached out to me as the requestor of Alphonse and his s/o’s first time ask, so here it is! Minors Do Not Interact. Note: this is years after the timeskip. He’s an adult like he was at the end of the series.

Warnings: protected sex, non-synchronized orgasms(but they’re pretty close), first times, fingering, stroking, technically Al doesn’t need to be aged up bc he’s an adult at the very end of the series but some ppl might forget or still feel anxious so I’ll note “aged-up” here, too.

Sorry for the long wait! My life kind of fell apart and all my muses escaped! But they are back, now. This is about half proofread so I’m sorry if any typos got through!

Wordcount: ~1.9k

😖😳First Time with Alphonse Elric😳😖

Your eyes drift down the train track as you stand at the Resembool train station. Though you know that Alphonse would be returning on the last train after the sun set, you were so eager to welcome him back that you couldn’t wait at the house. So now here you are, standing on the platform as the sky dims over the rolling countryside.

Your spirits lift when you see the train in the distance. It’s only a spot of light at first, but it rumbles near, mechanisms hissing as it slows. You scan the windows. In the nearly empty train, it’s easy to find Al’s smiling face. When your eyes meet, he smiles brighter. Grabbing his suitcase, he starts to rise, only to stumble a bit when the train jerks to a full stop. It doesn’t shake his smile, and he hurries off. You throw your arms around him as soon as his feet hit the platform. After a few months away, studying and writing to each other, it’s such a relief to have him in your arms again. “Welcome home!”

He laughs and squeezes you tight before planting a quick kiss on your lips. “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too,” you burble. You grasp his hand when he releases you, and you head back toward the house. “Ed and Winry are out in Rush Valley with the kids, but they’ll be back tomorrow. How was your trip?”

“It was really good. I have so much to talk about,” he said. “But I should wait until everyone gets back. I can’t wait to have everyone together again.” He stifles a yawn.

“Yeah... but it will be nice to have some time alone.”

He smiles and nods. After a moment of considering that, he raises a brow. “All alone... That sounds like fun.” His sleepy smile turns mischievous.

Your cheeks color. That was on your mind; you two had been dating for a while, but time had never allowed you to take things to the next step. You reach the steps of the house. It’s too late for dinner and, unless you decide to just go straight to bed, nothing is stopping you.

You’re both aware of that, so there’s a small bit of awkward silence as you both stroll inside and Alphonse unpacks. He’s about finished when you stroll up behind in wrap your arms around his chest. “Al, do you want to...”

He puts his hands over yours. “Do I want to what?” You can’t tell if he’s teasing or if he’s uncertain.

Your face feels hot and you fidget your fingers. “You know... sleep together.”

He squeezes your hand. Laughing sheepishly, he says, “You know, I’ve tried to think of how to set up a romantic night with you lots of times, but I think simple is good. If we both want to, we should.”

“Then?” You take a step back as he turns around to look at you.

“Then let’s do it!”

Your heart flutters in your chest. “Okay, give me just a minute.” You hurry into the bathroom and look yourself over quickly. You take a minute to splash some water in your face, and talk yourself up. You really asked him! And he said yes! After taking some time to compose yourself, you decide to strip down to your underwear. They’re not lingerie or anything like that, but they’re cute. Fitting for a first time, you think. You slip open the drawer and take out a condom; you’ve been prepared for a while. When you’re done, you step out, closing the door quietly behind you.

He’s sitting on the bed, rubbing the pink out of his cheeks. But seeing you makes them turn red all over again. “Y/n, you look great.”

You link your hands behind your back. “Thank you.”

He starts to stand, but you tiptoe forward to sit on his lap. His smile looks a little goofy as he settled his hands on your waist. “Let’s not go too fast.”

You nod.

He meant it when he suggested starting slow, and he doesn't so much as slip you tongue. Instead, he pulls you close, his lips press softly against yours. His kiss melts you from the inside out. You can't help but lean into him. Your chest presses against his, and he makes a small sound against your lips before breaking away. His cheeks glow. You're on top of him now, his back to the bed, and he looks at you with wide, bewildered eyes and red cheeks.

"S-sorry!" You peep, starting to jump off of him.

But he catches you, resting a hand on the small of your back. The other covers his smile, and his eyes dart away. "No, it's okay. If you're that excited... That's- that's really cute!"

In relief, you peck him on the cheek. "Thank you..." You gently touch your forehead to his. "Um, Al?"

He blinks up at you. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

His grip tightens on you a bit, and his eyes crinkles with a smile. "I love you, too, y/n." He kisses you, and you deepen it. You roll your hips against his. Just like before, he makes a tiny noise. You know he's blushing, but he doesn't pull away. He rests a hand on the side of your head and massages your scalp. His tongue slips past your lips, much to your surprise. Maybe he's abandoned taking it slow altogether. You unbutton his shirt, and he matches your energy. Your lips part as he pulls it off over his head. When his mouth lands back on your skin, it’s a kiss to your shoulder, trailing gently in toward your neck.

As he does, he fumbles a bit with your underwear. You help him remove it, giggling sheepishly. You both help one another shed your clothes slowly. The way his finger trail warmly contrasts with the air cooling your bared skin. “Wow,” he murmurs more than once as he touches you and takes in your beauty. He breathes it into your skin when he kisses you, like he can hardly help the utterance from slipping out.

Being your first time, you are nervous about this, but the way he praises your body makes you feel warm and tingly. “Al... I want-” you breathe.

“Me too,” he answers. He pulls you close, hands fumbling and face cherry-red. “I, uh, I’m really nervous. I don’t know why I...” Your body is pressed close to his and you can sense why he seems so self-conscious. Between you both his manhood is just not cooperating. Mortified, he says, “This has never happened before...”

You’re a bit puzzled by this development, but you can tell by the look on his face that you’re not the problem. It’s all nerves. “Maybe I could... help?” you whisper.

He puts a hand over his mouth again. You’ve never seen him so flushed. But after a moment he nods.

You’re already over him, his back is to the mattress, and so you back up enough to get comfortable with your head lowered between his legs. You grasp his soft dick in your hand, and his thighs tense. You stroke it gently, feel his body react to yours. He is stifling little sighs, and slowly but surely firming in your grip.

When he’s ready, you reach for the condom, nearly forgotten on the nightstand. He guides your hands when you put it on him. You’re practically shivering with excitement, and he can feel it. “You’re not scared are you?”

You let out a burst of laughter. “No.” The condom is lubricated. You’re both ready.

As you shift to get on top of him again, he grasps your waist and flips your positions. “Good.” He sucks on his fingers before his hand travels down your body. He circles the pad of his thumb over your nipple. The moisture cools your skin and makes your nipples stand. His hands continue south, slowing as they reach the heat between your legs. Watching your expression, he works through trial and error, finding where he needs to touch you to make you moan and squirm.

His lips find yours just as a finger slips in side, and he swallows the sounds you make as he stretches you out. “More,” you embarrassingly find yourself whimpering when he moves too slowly and his single finger feels like a tease. He curls in a second and, this time without you needing to tell him to, a third. He’s listening intently to your sounds and urgings, the soft direction you murmur against his lip. He wants to get it right, after all.

That’s why it surprises you when he pulls out so abruptly. You had been enjoying his touch! But you quickly realize, as his hand grips the sheets beside your head, that he has been patient. His damp fingers grip his cock, and his eyes flicker between your spread legs and your eyes. “Can I-?”

“Yes, please, Al.”

He gives his dick one dutiful stroke and lines it up with your opening. You’re so sensitive, you can feel it more than see him adjusting, spreading you carefully open with his tip.

And then he sinks inside.

You tip your head back, let out a breath. As his hips meet yours, he cups your cheek, urging you to meet his eyes. “Is this good?”

It feels like pressure. Not good or bad so soon, not overwhelming. It feels right. “Yes,” you whisper.

He smiles, emboldened, and starts to pump in and out. His pace is slow at first, letting you adjust. But there’s an eagerness he can’t hold back, and soon he’s speeding up. He’s quieter once you get going, chewing his lip and stifling quiet huffs and grunts. It looks like the feeling of you squeezing around him has his full attention. Both of his hands fall to grips the sheets, and his face colors as he gives you his all.

This isn’t like anything you’ve felt before, either. It’s so warm, your bodies together, your breath mingled, the tangle of your limbs, and the clap of you hips colliding. Your legs curl around his waist, and you can hear your own voice- though you’re not sure if you’re saying anything coherent or just letting out whatever wanton noise that builds up inside you out.

What brings you back is Alphonse grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. Suddenly something so physical and mindless turns soft. You practically melt at his touch, and your eyes slip closed. You feel out of your body for a moment.

And then your senses collide, you slam back you your senses, a shivering pleasure erupting from your core and shaking the muscles through your chest and limbs, all the way to the bloodrush in your face. Your lips part soundlessly, and your left gasping as Al leans back, pulling you into his lap. He guides your hips until he finishes, too, moving while you still recover. He manages a sound, something akin to a growl as he thrusts up into you, and then he stills, breathing hard.

Your chests rise and fall with each other. When you look up, his eyes are a little watery. His hair is tousled, his cheeks are flushed, and he grinning. “Was-” he huffs, “Was that good?”

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