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Breakdown, Build Up (Izuku Midoriya x Reader)

He looked….ashamed. A look you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Was this really the same Izuku that you encountered on that rainy street earlier?

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Takes place around the events of eps 23-25 of season 6 of the MHA anime.

The note Izuku had left you gave you nightmares for days.

You hadn’t been expecting it. At all. And neither was anyone else. To have someone who cared so much for his friends, his superiors, his family…and you. To think that he would have left the way he did, in the STATE that things were in.

You had been angry, no FURIOUS. On edge and irritable and confused. But as the days passed, you thankfully realized that it wasn't directly at him.

'Those bastard villains did this.' you had thought angrily, 'They took him away from us…from me.'

Countless times, that anger had turned to sadness and you found yourself buried in tears. But still got up and fought just like how you were trained too. A year at UA had taught you so much and you would be damned to not put everything you had learned to good use.

Not only because of your own drive, but because he would want you to too.

And thus, those two and a half weeks without him seemed as if you were trapped in some weird time spell. It went by painfully slow, and yet, fast enough to where you couldn't seem to keep up with it all.

But then, when you and your class all had Izuku cornered, begging for him to come back, that time suddenly just seemed to stop. And before you knew it, you were all back at the dorms. All 21 of you. Exhausted, battered…and safe.

You didn't even have the time to talk to Izuku once you returned, for he was whisked away to the baths by the other males, probably being scrubbed and showered and cleansed to his wits end. And though the thought was decently funny, it also made you realize just how much the amount of self care given to himself while he was away was probably close to zero. In that moment, you put your trust in your classmates to start the shift of making Izuku himself again.

And to also give you time to gather your thoughts.

However, you were trapped so long in your thoughts that you didn't realize how late it had gotten. Well past 10, and you hadn't addressed Izuku at all. There hadn't been a so-called "good chance" to. For everyone had been worried, aching for a chance to speak to him. And for some reason, you had ended up being the one person who hadn't said a word.

Before you knew it, you were lying in bed. But you were awake, oddly not chasing sleep like you thought you would be after such a grueling day. Your body was heavy, limbs aching, but your brain was whirling with thoughts. Thoughts you wished would vanish just so you could get a good night's sleep.

Heaving a sigh, you turned onto your side, just in time for your eyes to catch the numbers on your bedside clock change to 11:56.

And not too long after that, came a knock to the door of your room.

You bolted upright, confusion washing over you as you stared at your door. Who on earth (aside from you) could be up at this hour?

With your curiosity piqued, and with a little hesitancy, you stood from your bed and made your way across your room. You rested your hand atop the doorknob, turned it, and pulled, just enough to where you could see who it was on the other side.

But when you did, your stomach twisted itself into a knot.

The green eyes you recognized immediately, glazed a beautiful emerald even in the dark. Fluffy hair, freckled cheeks…

"I-Izuku?"

He raised his hand up in a small wave.

"H-hey…"

You opened the door up more, your brow furrowed.

"W-what uhm…what are you doing here?"

He didn't answer you right away. Instead, he looked off to the side, his hand sheepishly moving up and down his arm. It took a few seconds before he spoke.

"I just…wanted to see you. Since…y'know…I meant to talk to you earlier…but…"

He trailed off, lip sucked itself between his teeth,.and looked he looked up at you with an oddly defeated expression.

"Sorry I…I don't know what I was thinking." He uttered, "It's late and you're probably exhausted. I'll just go so you can-"

"NO!"

Immediately, you covered your mouth with your hands, cringing at how your outburst sounded in comparison to the quietness surrounding you. It made Izuku stare at you in surprise, his eyes blown wide, and you waited a bit before you spoke again, this time more calm.

"No…it's fine. I wasn't that tired anyways…"

"...Are you…s-sure?"

"...Mmhm."

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you stepped aside, gesturing to the darkness of your room.

"You can come in if you want. Least I know now we won't be bothered. If someone was awake they would have heard me for sure."

With a stiff nod, Izuku abided by your offer and slowly made his way inside your room. You shut the door behind him and followed, flicking on the light by your bed before you sat down on the ruffled sheets, Izuku doing the same. Both of your expressions were sheepish.

You weren't entirely sure where to start. Should you be the first to say something? Or should you wait for Izuku to speak? What should you even say to him?

The first thing that came to your mind you supposed.

"So…uhm…how are you-"

"I'm sorry."

You blinked at his sudden apology, noticing how once the words came from his lips, he seemed to bury beneath himself more, chin tucked to his chest.

He looked….ashamed. A look you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Was this really the same Izuku that you encountered on that rainy street earlier?

With a sheepish smile, you raised your hands in easy defense.

"Izuku…y-you don't have to apologize. " you stuttered, "I mean I…get why you did it. You were trying to protect us…you've already been through a lot so I don't want you to think you have to beat yourself up. Really it's okay-"

"BUT IT'S NOT OKAY!

In one abrupt movement Izuku had turned completely so that he was facing you, his arms outstretched and hands gripping into your shoulders, fingers digging into your night shirt. His face was contorted with hurt, cheeks reddened as tears of disdain threatened to spill from his eyes.

Anger, sadness, fear, regret. Each one of those emotions were plastered onto his face, creating a look that you were sure would be etched into your mind for months to come.

If you thought you were at a loss for words before, you most certainly were now, far too shocked by his outburst to get anything out other than a nervous swallow.

He sniffed, teeth gritted, and hung his head so that all you could see was his mop of fluffy hair, but you could feel the emotions pooling through him from how tight his grip was along with the shaky breaths he was emitting.

You hadn't been this close to him in so long.

Hadn't felt his touch.

Hadn't heard his voice.

And by God did you miss it.

You moved like a snail, but slowly, you raised your arms so that they rested on his own. The sense of your touch caused his head to lift itself up, tear stained eyes piercing into yours. You gave him a tiny smile…

And pulled him to you.

He practically fell against you once he was in your embrace and you pretty much did the same, your hands finding his nightshirt and clutching it in your fingers. Izuku took a raspy breath and allowed his arms to loop themselves around your waist, holding onto you for dear life as if the tiniest misfortune would tear you away from him.

And he'd rather die than ever be away from you for that long again.

His grip on you grew tighter, his head snug into your shoulder, a near death grip. But you couldn't find it in you to care.

You had missed him.

So much.

"I'm s-sorry…" he whimpered, "So…so sorry-!"

The cries he emitted were so heavy, broken. Anguished, heart throbbing sobs that were probably left over from earlier. It was plain to see that he truly hadn't emptied himself of the emotional burdens that had plagued his tired body, as if they had been saved for your eyes and ears only.

And as weird as it was…you were actually glad for that.

With shaking arms, Izuku pried himself up to look at you, placing a trembling, calloused hand to your face. His fingers grazed your cheek so softly, his eyes flicking to scan your features, the mere action making him choke up.

"I left you…" he whispered, "I left everyone. I-I made you all w-worry about me! And even after it all y-you all still…c-came for me. I….I'm so sorry…Y/N….I'm sorry-!"

As hard as you were trying, even you couldn't prevent the tears that fell down your face, emotions flooding out at his apology…and at the sudden realization that that was the first time he had said your name since he left.

It was at that moment that the dam fully broke, and though you were crying, you couldn't help the tiniest of smiles to cast upon your face.

"Shhh…" you hushed, smoothing his head "None of that. You're here now. You're safe…."

Gently, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, lips lingering as you held him close to you.

"And that's all that matters."

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NSFW Alphabet - Noé Archiviste x HUMAN Reader

Annnnnnd here we are ! As promised, here are some new head cannons not only with a new character and anime (Please watch Case Study of Vanitas. It's SO good), but with my first attempt at the popular NSFW alphabet. Which means there's sexy stuff and 18+ content below so...you have been warned.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Once the deed is done, Noe will stop at nothing to make sure you’re relaxed and comfortable. He ensures you’re cleaned up properly, brings you glasses of ice water, fixes the pillows and blankets, etc. He asks you a million times over if you need anything else before he’s joining you back in bed, offering you a massage and sweet kisses. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On Noé's end, he likes his hands/fingers. He loves using them to caress you, bring you closer to him, and holding your face to give you kisses. He always utilizes them and tangles them in your hair, using them to travel and feel your body beneath him, and of course, using them in whatever way to give you pleasure.

But as far as you, it's no surprise that he LOVES your neck. It's the part of your body where he can smell your scent the best. It's a go to place to bury his head in while he's making love to you. He's never felt skin so soft, delicate, and just BEGGING to be bitten into and sucked on, a territory that only HE is allowed access too. Any time your neck is exposed to him, even when sex isn't the main concern, he can't help but want to absolutely ravage it. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

It was quite the discovery to you when you realized just how thick Noé's cum was. The first time he ever came inside you, the feeling of him filling you up was much different than you thought it would be. Strange as it sounds, his cum is more the texture of a liquid glue, not as translucent, and has a surprisingly sweet taste. A bit odd the first time round, but you had grown to love how the thickness of made you feel even more full and satisfied…..not to mention that the thickness prevents it from all leaking out of you >.<

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

We all know Noé has a sweet tooth…so a lil fascination with food play is DEFINITELY a dirty secret of his. It happened when you were both sharing a milkshake once. You had gotten some of the sweet goodness on the side of your mouth and Noé, without even thinking, lapped it up with his tongue. You nearly fell over, blushing and stuttering, and thus the dirty secret was ignited.

Give him some whipped cream, chocolate syrup, some cherries, or even some leftover caramel from a deletable tart tatin…he’ll savor and make use of it completely so as long as you're included. You're already his sweetest indulge so what's the harm of a little more ?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Duh! Of course he was inexperienced! Noé had absolutely no idea what he was doing the first few times you and him were intimate. The type to stutter with attempted boldness "I-Is it in?" the first few times. But that's without saying that he's a VERY fast learner. After a couple conversations about each other's preferences and a lil bit of experimenting, he practically turned into a succubus BEAST. He knows exactly how to pleasure you and make you feel good, so much that it's as if the inexperience was nonexistent.

F = Favorite position (Self explanatory)

Noé loves any position where he can take you from behind. He loves to hold you in his arms and feel up every curve of your body as he fucks you. A personal favorite of his though, is having you upright on your knees near the edge of the bed while he stands behind you with his chest against your back. He has every inch of you to himself, every chance to worship you (And it's an easy switch to have you bend over for another quick change of position if you both so desire)

G = Goofy (How serious or humorous are they?)

Serious all the way. To Noé, sex isn't a joke. Of course he may shed a few giggles and chuckles as the promiscuous fun starts, but once it's in full play, he's doing nothing but complimenting you and asking you what you want. He's a perfect combination of bold and nervous, dead set on doing everything possible to please you. He's a gentleman through and through.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Noé takes pride in personal care. So yes, he is BEYOND well groomed (taking your preferences into consideration as well) and the curtains do match the drapes. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic aspect.)

Ya struck gold here okay? The man gives you roses on every date and takes you to the prettiest restaurants. He opens doors for you and kisses your hand. He cuddles and hugs you so tightly as if you'll vanish into thin air. 

So to wonder if he shows interest in being purely intimate with you and romantic? It's a painfully obvious yes. 

Kisses everywhere, compliments and  reassurance, and so many "I love you's" you'd lose count. Noé is romantic to the tenth fold. 

J = Jack off (Masturbation head cannon)

If Noé masterbates (which he doesn't do often) he almost always HAS to be holding something that has your scent on it. A shirt, one of your stockings, a ribbon that you tied in your hair, etc. Having your scent is key to him when it comes to satisfying himself. It works, but he’d much rather have you and you alone. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Biting. Whether it's soft nibbles or straight into your flesh for the crimson river underneath, Noé finds that biting you during sex only increases the pleasure. He's of course gentle as can be and does it with warning, but having you squirm and grip him as he savors you drives him crazy. But he also finds it incredibly sexy when YOU bite him as well. As someone who wasn't the same species as his, your bites in turn were…intoxicating. They were so different to what he knew a vampire bite was like. Not brutal, nor sharp…instead they were soft with a heavy sting…but that's what made him weak in the knees, begging for more.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Noe has a certain class about him and a little bit of basic beliefs. For him, sex is personal, so the bed is almost always his biggest preference. However, if there’s any initiation within the walls of your home, we won’t hesitate to take you in the kitchen, living room, or another personal favorite of his is in a nice, warm bath. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your being alone is enough to turn him on. In Noé's eyes, you're damn near a perfect creation, someone who loves him regardless. But there is a main circumstance he usually can't resist. If there's any chance that he wakes before you and finds you still asleep, sprawled out beautifully beside him with messy bed head and your pj's exposing a bit too much, then you are most certainly guaranteed a very, VERY good morning. 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do. Turn offs)

Being a vampire, Noé always has a sense of cautiousness about him. He knows that some of his kind can be dangerous, almost feral when intercourse is concerned. Of course, he's a different breed and will always make sure your comfortable in whatever you both decide to try or experiment to make your times in the bedroom more interesting. 

But under no circumstances will he ever, EVER, choke you. For some, it may be a kink, whether on the soft side or a little more rough. But Noé can't find it in himself to do it. The last thing he wants is any kind of possible danger/risk added to your sex lives, as he already thinks that a vampire with a human is, in most circumstances, dangerous. So anything that may hurt you (aside from him biting you on the occasion) he most definitely will not do. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oral sex is a go to foreplay for Noé. He loves to have that certain control over you, to have you squirm and writhe underneath him. Not to mention he LOVES how you taste. He prefers to give nearly every time you two have sex, but he has no problem receiving either. Aside from the pleasure, he thinks you're absolutely stunning while you suck him off and he usually doesn't last long as you have proven to be quite skillful. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Sex with Noé is as slow and sensual as can be. He ensures that you feel every inch of him, every thrust, and wants you to receive all the pleasure you possibly can. He takes his time with his movements and puts everything he does into consideration. But on his end, it's also so he can feel you as well. He adores how tight you are, how you grip and hold onto him. The slow pace he takes is his own secret of not wanting the feeling to end, and it only makes your orgasms all the more powerful and blissful. 

Q = Quickie (Opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As someone who takes sex on a more serious, intimate note, Noé isn't the biggest fan of quickies. He enjoys the slow, sensual, savor the moment kind of sex. If the moment is needed enough, he'll agree to it, but if he can wait it out so as to take his time instead, then he'll do so instead. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment or take risks?)

Similar to the N category of things he won't do since sex to Noé is already more on the risky side as is, he doesn't take risks as often as others. Risks are once again a possible invasion of privacy. He isn't one to make love to you where any kind of crowd is around or other people. But that doesn't mean he won't experiment so as long as its just the two of you. 

He'll gladly try new things that pop into his mind so as long as you're okay with it and vice versa. If the risk revolves around simply YOU, then Noé doesn't have any issues. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Considering Noé takes sex on the slower side, he can usually last a good four to five rounds before he gets tired and those round can last anywhere between 15-20 minutes

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The idea of toys never crossed Noé's mind….that is until you came into the picture. He had walked in on you one time completely on accident after an ordeal he had to handle with Vanitas and you had clearly been missing him. ALOT. 

It took some explanations, and a bit of flustered stuttering, but after that, Noé was then on the boat of being a fan of toys(especially vibrators).You didn't own many, about 4-5 different ones, but he made sure to learn how to use each one to your fancy. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The teasy card isn't played too often here. Of course Noé will take his sweet time to get you to your orgasm but he isn't one to tease full on. It's more than enough to have you beg for your release on its own and he doesn't have the heart to deny you of your (or his own) pleasure. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groans and moans alllllll day. He is very vocal during sex and won't hesitate to release whatever noises that pent up within him. Growls, begs, whimpers, you name it. But his biggest volumizer is chanting your name in needy whispers as he cums.

W = Wild card (A random head cannon for the character)

Likes it when you pull and grip his hair. Not only does it feel good to him, but it adds a shock of urgency to the situation whether he's giving you oral or fucking you and he always takes it as a positive sign that he's pleasing you in all the right ways.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Noé comes in at a delightful 6 inches. He's certainly not small by any means and he also has quite a decent amount of girth to him. He's got some nice curve and one, singular, main vein that serves as the highlight of pleasure when handled the right way (Which you've of course mastered)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average. He doesn't crave it to a wits end, but he definitely gets…excited in the right situations. His yearning occurs in more appropriate circumstances like seeing you naked when about to shower, when your kisses are a little deeper than usual… he has self control but will do SOMETHING if the desire is there. 

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Soooo….we know Noé loves his zzz's. That doesn't change here. However, he always makes sure you have everything you need before he even thinks about sleeping.

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I just wanted to take the time to apologize for my lack of posts. Life has been VERY hectic for me for the last few months between me going to nursing school and some family stuff. But I promise that I'm doing what I can to continue posting fics/head cannons whenever I can...

Speaking of...

A new set of head cannons will be completed soon with a theme I've neeeeeeever done before sooooooo.

Be prepared :)

Thank you for your patience

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Fruit Punch - Various Anime Males x Reader

Chapter 17 - Kiwi - Tanjiro Kamado x Reader

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Do u currently take request if not it’s ok just wondering

No worries ! But to answer your question...no, I'm currently not taking requests.

I'm currently bombarded with work regarding nursing school so I even find it hard to push out my own works which I haven't done for awhile, but hopefully I get free enough to open for requests eventually !

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This-

This is so cute.

🐇 🥦 vs class A

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️❤️❤️

Reader Appreciation

I’ve been seeing a lot of amazing posts lately thanking fanfic writers for that good, good content that we’re all disappearing into right now. And I love these posts, and FUCK YES, the healing power of art during these rough times, it can’t be said enough. But I feel like there’s something missing from these posts, and that’s the readers.

A lovely friend of mine recently shared something with the caveat that they “contribute basically nothing to fandom” and I was fucking floored. Like. This person has made playlists for fic, and shared art, and reached out to me to talk about my stories and other stories and like - that is the Work. They made me feel like my shitty writing was good enough to share, and that made me write more, and connected me with more people, and that sort of contribution doesn’t get acknowledged enough. I don’t write fiction because I have to, or for the likes or hits or whatever; I write it because I have a story I want to tell. On the days when my brain is cooperating, writing is a pleasure. On the days when my brain isn’t cooperating, comments from readers make my words feel meaningful anyway. This isn’t a one-way street, a producer/consumer situation. Or at least, it doesn’t feel like that to me.  And my best writing has been done when people are holding me accountable, or are pushing me to do better and I’m so grateful for that. And so grateful for you.

So. To the readers who comment on every chapter. To the readers who leave thoughtful essays in the comments and the readers who leave 😭❤️😱 or keysmashes. To the readers who are inspired for the first time to make art or write something themselves. To the readers who leave kudos. To the readers too anxious to comment (I’ve been there, sat in a space where I had no idea how to express how a story made me feel) and the fandom ghosts who dip in and read and vanish.

To readers who like or reblog or share or rec or send messages or don’t do any of these things.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for building this community.

Thank you for reading.

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The Fire Crackles and Burns - Part 2/2 (Edward Elric x Female Reader)

WARNING: NSFW content below.

*Characters have been aged up.

PART 1

As the minutes passed by, you soon found yourself laying flat on your makeshift bed, your head laid upon a stack of fluffy pillows. Edward hovered above you, hands roaming eagerly but cautiously about your body, mapping out every curve and crevice possible. 

His fingers gripped the front of your robe, tugging and pulling so as to try and remove the garment completely. His index finger found the knot which held everything in place and he looped it inside, loosening the fabric from your chest and abdomen. The constant movement of your body allowed the material to slip, inch by inch and down your arms until it was a crumpled heap beneath you. 

“Finally,” Edward murmured between kisses, “Took forever to get that damn thing off.”

“Patience sweetie,” you laughed softly, “We have all night…so let’s take our time, hm?”

There was a hum of acknowledgment before your lips were tackled again. Slowly and sweetly, shifting from sweet pecks to something deeper. With each one, you both became more accustomed to the other’s taste, teeth grazing and tongues dancing at their own, steady rhythm. 

Edward’s hands began to wander once more. Down your sides, hips, and along your stomach. His fingers found the bottom of your pajama top and he gave a gentle tug, to which you reacted by raising your arms so he could pull it up and off of you. 

Goosebumps prickled your skin, but from the immediate contact of Edward crashing back down against you, they disappeared as quickly as they came. He was so warm, and his body damn near covered you like a blanket. But you still wanted to feel more of him. 

So, just like he did to you, you moved your fingers downwards towards the base of his sweater. Attentive and understanding he was, because it didn’t take him long to realize what you were doing, and soon enough, his shirt joined the heap of already discarded clothing.

Immediately, your eyes began to wander and you let yourself drink him in. Each scar, every muscle. The definition of his arms and broadness of his shoulders. The soft firmness of his skin and how succulent it looked in the fire light. 

It was intoxicating.

But then, your eyes landed on his chest. More specifically, the area where his right shoulder was. 

Starting as a smaller line along the entirety of his clavicle, about halfway down his chest and wrapped up and around the base of his neck, was a scar. Its purpley-brown hue was still evident after all these years. A reminder of just how much he went through. How much he endured. How many times his life was put at risk. 

And yet…it served as a token of just how incredible Edward was.

And he was yours. 

All yours. 

Pushing yourself upwards, you made it so you were now sitting in between Edward's legs, your arms wrapped around his middle, and looked down at you, head tilted to the side. 

“Y/N…what are you doing?” he questioned, carefully taking your face in his left hand, “Is everything okay?”

“Mmhm…fine.” you murmured softly. A tiny smile teased at your lips as you brought a hand to his chest, your nail grazing at the scar littered skin. Edward watched with half lidded eyes as you leaned forward and kissed his clavicle, his breath hitching at the contact. 

“I’m just…loving you I guess.” you whispered, cheek nuzzling his chest. Your eyes traveled up to stare at his face, finding great entertainment in how smitten he looked, similar to the day you first told him you loved him. 

And it was a look you would never tire of. 

A presence was felt at the back of your head. Digits, strong and softly calloused, massaging at the skin of your neck and up your scalp. The force brought you forward and your lips were melded to Edward’s once more. 

He kissed you with great passion, hungry and wanting but so dauntingly sweet and caring all at once. It made your knees weak, your limbs flimsy, and you found gratefulness that you weren’t currently standing at the moment because you were sure to fall over. 

He pushed you back until you were lying underneath him again, hands grappling and exploring territory between every kiss and broken breath. A shudder ran through you when Edward’s hands reached your chest, his palms melding to the cloth of your bra. There was still a sense of uncertainty though, evidenced by how his hands remained off to the side, so you gave him the reassuring push you knew he needed. 

To let him know that it was okay.

Fitting your hand around his wrist allowed you to move his hand toward your breast, melding his fingers to yours so that it lay on the frontal fabric of your bra. You moved his hand in small circles, groaning softly at the friction, and he caught on rather quickly from there. 

Using his other hand, Edward looped it under your torso so as to search for the clip, and to your surprise, he managed to gently unhook it without much issue. 

He separated from you for a moment, which allowed you to raise your arms so he could remove the garment completely, his access now absolute. 

Shy you were indeed, but you didn’t hide, instead inviting him with open arms and a crimson tinted face, wanting nothing more than to feel him against you; to feel his kisses on your skin, his hair tickling your cheek, his hands on your body. 

You wanted to be completely his. 

Edward took your invitation and planted himself on top of you, his head going to rest in the crevice of your neck. He began leaving another trail of kisses in his wake, now having the courage to continue downwards. His nose tickled your collarbone and you could feel the hot air of his exhales against your skin, having been too occupied kissing you to bother using his mouth to breathe.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, gripping and pulling softly, huffing out breaths when he reached the cavity of your chest. Large hands came up to massage your sensitive mounds, thumbs flicking over your nipples, and your back arched up into his touch. 

“E-Edward-!”

Hearing his name leave your lips like that. It did something. A new sensation pulled at his being, made his skin tingle as a rush of overwhelming heat flowed to his nether regions. 

You were stunning. Immaculate. A perfect creation. And the fact that it was his name leaving your lips in such sweet ecstasy, it only made him want to hear more. To give you more. 

He took one hand off your breast, missing the feeling of the soft skin against his palm. But the subtle roundness and taut, perky mound, was the perfect invitation to try something else. 

He slowly moved his head to the side, mouth opening, and took no time in enveloping your nipple into his mouth. 

You gasped loudly, eyes shutting, your hand fisting tighter in his hair at the amounts of pleasure radiating from you at your husband's touch. 

Edward groaned when the pull on his hair grew more intense, the delicious strength and sharp pain creating a cocktail of sensual bliss as he continued massaging and groping at your chest. 

You were so lost in his touch, so drunk on the way his hands felt on your body, that you almost missed the subtle trail of his fingers moving downwards, as well as his mouth. 

His right hand remained on your stomach, dancing in circles against your tummy and belly button while caressing and holding you in place. But when you felt kisses against your hip bone and digits pulling lightly at your pajama pants, you soon grew aware of where his next desired destination was. 

In order to assist him, you gently raised your hips, making it that much easier for him to slide your pants and underwear down your legs and off to the side, leaving you completely bare before him. 

Your face burned a combination of embarrassment and lust. Both feelings clouded your brain once you realized that you weren’t quite sure of what to do next, your legs bent and closed, obstructing everything from view. You wanted this more than anything…but…

“S-sorry,” you squeaked, your eyes bashfully looking away so as to avoid your husband’s gaze, “I guess I…I’m still a little nervous. This is…very new to me since we’ve never g-gone this far s-so…”

“...It’s okay.”

Head turning, you were surprised to find Edward at your side, bent over so that he was face to face with you. His hand found a place at the top of your head, smoothing at your hair while his other arm wrapped itself around your middle. His honey yellow eyes were locked to your gaze, shimmering so brightly with love and adoration your thought you would melt. 

He was smiling too. A quiet sentiment, until he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Y/N…you know I love you right?’

“...Yes.”

“And you know I respect you..”

“Of course.”

“And that…” he trailed off for a moment as if trying to find the right words, his lips pursing a bit before he finally spoke once more

“That I…think you're absolutely beautiful?”

His words stunned you for a moment. They took your breath away, and you found yourself in the position that Edward was in moments before, not sure of what to say. 

But…he asked you out. He proposed to you. He married you. He made a vow to spend the rest of his life with you. And now, he was laying next to your naked body, making conversation in a situation that wasn’t ideal.

The answer was obvious, and after letting those aspects in your mind sink themselves in, you gave him a small, silent nod. 

“Good. Because you’re right. This…” he paused, his eyes slowly trailing your body and his own before he looked back up at you, “Is a new experience. For you and me. I’m going into this unsure of what to do, how to pleasure you and all I’m going by is what I think is…normal? I guess? I’m just as nervous as you, if not more because I feel like it’s up to me to make sure you’re always feeling good and 100% comfortable with what I’m doing…”

Edward squeezed your side, melding you to him so that your head rested against the chest. 

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you…”

That made you laugh a little, a cute little squeak that made Edward’s heart leap, and you found yourself tracing dainty patterns against his skin once more. 

“You could never hurt me,” you murmured, “Ever. I want you to know that. I was just a little lost in my own head, that’s all. Because I do want you…I want this.”

Palm now resting on the side of his chest, you squeezed softly, noticing how strong his muscles felt under your fingertips. 

“That is…” you looked up at him, eyes hopeful with desire, “If you’ll continue.”

“Of course.” he nodded, kissing you softly, sweetly, pulling away to study your angelic face one last time, “ Just let me know if I do anything you don’t like.”

“Mmhm…”

And with that, he delved into his actions from before. Kissing, nibbling, mapping out a line down your body. Only this time, he went much slower, so as if to make sure you had enough time to warn him if you were growing uneasy. 

But you didn’t. Not even when he reached the dip of your pelvis. In fact, you welcomed it, moving your legs so that they were spread out for him, flat against the plush blankets, now laid out completely for him to see. 

Edward was already convinced that every part of you was beautiful, and the reveal of your nether regions proved no different. 

The inside of your thighs were still silky smooth under his fingertips, soft to the touch. Your calves, defined and strong, bent at the knee. It all accentuated the flower that lay blooming before his very eyes. Pink, intricate, glistening with arousal, and emitting such a sweet aroma that he almost didn’t think was possible. 

And it was because of the things he did to you. His actions. 

And he wasn’t about to stop. 

Now seated between your legs, Edward casted a glance up in your direction. Your face said it all, blushed in a needy crimson, so with a palm on your lower stomach, he pushed forward and took you into his mouth. 

“Ah! E-Ed!”

At the contact, a rippling shudder wracked your body, and your hands flew to your husband’s scalp, desperate for more friction and something to hold onto. He grunted at the contact, a low rumble that only added to the tingling pleasure. To have you react so quickly surprised him, as he hadn’t exactly done much, but that meant there was plenty of room for him to work with. 

He buried his head deeper, mouth hungrily lapping up your juices that seemed to flow out of you at a never ending pace, and hummed at how delectable and sweet you tasted on his tongue. 

It was enthralling to you at how quick and skillful Edward seemed to be. How perfect his tongue worked at your folds, how his lips kissed and sucked at your sensitive clit. He would shift between aggression and softness, almost teasy, but you were too lost in ecstasy to care. 

The more time ticked by, the more you felt the coil in your lower belly start to unravel. Your release was quickly making itself known, clouding your brain and sending wave after wave of pleasure all the way down to your toes, making them curl against the blankets beneath you. 

It was very, very tempting to just have Edward continue. To have him absolutely lavish you and continue exploring your soaked cavern until he had his fill, but you had it in your mind that you didn't want to cum…

Not yet at least.

"Mmm…Edward w-wait." You grabbed his shoulder, tugging it gently, "Stop."

His actions came to a halt, nothing short of what he promised if you gave him any idea that you weren't comfortable.

"Hm?" He raised his head, concern growing over his features as he eyed you worryingly. 

And then, he was back at your side before you could even blink.  

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He took your face into his hands, searching for any signs of discomfort, his thumbs softly stroking the skin on your cheeks. 

"I didn't…I didn't hurt you did I?"

The look on his face turned your heart to mush. So worried and concerned, all because he was set solely on your well-being. He was putting your feelings and thoughts first, as usual. He always had, for you and everyone else, an aspect of him that would never change. 

And it only made you love him that much more.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling how firm they were with worry, so you squeezed gently to  ease him while also shaking your head from side to side.

"No, you didn't hurt me. Not at all." You whispered, "It felt…wonderful."

"Oh…"

That seemed to calm him down a bit. His shoulders relaxed, his face grew less worried, only to be replaced with something else.

"But…why did you ask me to stop?" He asked, head tilting, and you chuckled at his adorable confusion. 

"Relax baby. It's nothing bad. I just…. didn't want to…not yet. I'd rather wait until you…y'know."

Until you're inside me. Was what you wanted to say, but judging by the redness of Edward's face, it was obvious he knew what you were referring to. 

"Well," he murmured, looking down at his still clothed lower half, "I suppose I shouldn't waste any more time then."

You watched as he placed a hand on the hem of his pants, fingers at the button, but you quickly moved in and placed your fingers atop his. 

"Wait," you leaned forward a bit, "Let me help you…"

Edward swallowed.

"Okay…sure. I mean it's only fair right? Since I took yours off…"

"M-Mm…"

Hands now at his sides, Edward watched as you undid the button of his trousers, shaky fingers hooking themselves in the fabric. With a gentle tug, you pulled the material downwards, exposing the skin of his right leg and the silvery automail of his left and your eyes widened at the very obvious tent in his boxers, causing your insides to twist with arousal. 

"Oh my…" you muttered, "I uh…gosh…if I had known that you were uh…excited…I wouldn't have m-made you…"

You trailed off, and Edward looked at you with concern. He was about to address you about what was wrong , but you beat him to it, now on your side so you could lay closer to him.

"That doesn't hurt," you whispered tightly, "Does it?"

"Well, it's not the most comfortable feeling," he admitted softly, "But it's nothing to worry about. What? Did you think you were making me wait?"

When you didn't answer him right away, that in itself confirmed it. 

"Sweetheart…"he crooned, "Hey, look at me."

You did, leaning into his palm when he caressed the side of your face, carrying nothing but empathy in his honey colored irises. 

"You didn't do anything wrong. Nothing. This is…all natural. Between kissing, touching and…pleasing you…"

He kissed your forehead, lips lingering on your heated skin. 

"I'm fine…and you should be too. After all, when it comes down to it, you're the one who made me like this. Here…give me your hand."

 You did so, albeit a little nervously, and your breath hitched when Edward placed your palm on his clothed erection. 

It was so…heavy. Tensed. And so very hot. There was a small amount of dampness to it as well, and upon the contact, you could've sworn it twitched to mold itself in your hold.

"Mmh…see?" He grunted, "It's obvious what you were thinking honey. But this whole time, even though you might not think so, you were making me feel good….really good."

"...Are you sure?" 

"Positive."

"...Okay…” you breathed, “Sorry…again…I’m being ridiculous.”

Edward shook his head softly, “You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I’m really happy. I feel like a lot of couples go into this without a full appreciation for how their partner is feeling.”

Threading his fingers into your hair, you allowed your head to move towards Edward’s as he laid a gentle kiss upon your lips. 

“But you do,” he murmured, “ ‘nother reason why I love you so much.”

“Mm…” you hummed, “I love you too…more than you know…but as much as I love kissing and cuddling you…”

With a careful hand, you smoothed your palm up and down the bulge in your husband’s boxers, drinking up the guttural groans that emitted from his throat. 

"I think it’s high time that we start feeling good…together."

A nod from Edward was the confirmation you needed, for it gave you the boldness to push forward. Your nails, ever so slowly, crept their way up his hips to rest on the wait band of his boxers. All the while, Edward was slowly shifting about, making it so that he had you underneath him and to make the removal of his confines that much easier.

A shuddering breath escaped you once he was completely bare, and you wondered if this was how he felt earlier after he had seen you. A blushing mess, tongue tied, breathless at the sensation of his hardened cock resting on your lower belly, probably red-tipped and oozing precum. 

The thought made you delirious, excited, and helped you realize more than ever just how bad you wanted him. 

Out of your subconscious, you had already spread your legs so that he could rest comfortably between them, your chests pressed up against one another, flushed and hot. You could feel his dick twitch from between your thighs, no doubt in anticipation, and it made you weary with desire for the man above you. 

“Alright…”

With lidded eyes, you watched as Edward took himself in his hand before looking back up at you.

“I’ll…I’ll go slow.” he reassured breathily, “ Let me know if it’s too much.”

Your breathing was coming too rapidly, so it was all you could to give him a nod. He exhaled, positioned himself, and slowly, very slowly, pushed his hips forward. 

The sensations were immediate. The sudden stretch, the pulse of your core. It made you writhe beneath him, your arms flew up, and a series of shuddering moans and loud exhales echoed past your lips as you grabbed onto your husband's back. 

“Mmm…o-oh Edward…hahhhhh~~~~!!!”

The male above you was faring no better, overcome with the dwelling heat and ecstasy of having you around him. Your walls were sucking and squeezing him in to the point where he nearly lost control of his own movements, wanting nothing more than to claim you completely.  

“Agh, Y/N….mmmh…”

Alas, he held out, thanks to the solemn promise he made to you mere moments ago. And if you knew anything about Edward, it was that he always kept his promises, no matter how big or small. 

A breathy sigh and pleasure filled whimpers filled Edward’s ears once he was completely bottomed out, his pelvis melded flat against yours.

Using his forearm, he lifted himself up a bit so that he was looking directly at you, relishing in how stunning you looked in the firelight. He bent his head down, mouth centimeters away from yours. 

“Honey-mmh…are you okay? It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

You swallowed thickly, so overtaken by pleasure it was hard to find your voice. 

After a few seconds, you answered him.

“No, it doesn’t hurt,” you whispered warmly,  “It feels good. So indescribably good.” 

And then, the most handsomest of grins blossomed across Edward’s face, making it damn near impossible to not smile back. He looked so…happy, which in turn, made you happy as well. 

You wished you could have enjoyed it longer though, but he captured your lips in a kiss before you could get the chance to, delving his tongue along yours so as to capture more of your heavenly taste. 

After several seconds, he pulled away, softly brushing your bangs away from your forehead. 

“Is it…okay to move?” 

“Mm, yes,” you breathed, “Yes, please.”

God, you sounded so needy. So desperate. The urgency in your voice at that moment was something Edward had never heard before. Different, sexy, pitched in a heedy whisper that sent shivers down his spine. 

And he absolutely loved it. 

Exhaling slowly, Edward allowed his hips to move back some, before pushing them back into you at a slow, steady pace.

A sigh breached your lips at the feeling of his member sliding back and forth within your walls, filling you so deliciously you almost couldn’t stand it. 

“Ahh~~~oh Edward.”

“Mmmh….Y/N…oh god you're so..mm…t-tight.”

And you were. But in a good way. 

With every thrust, you drank him in, clenching and pulling around his member with perfect gripe. He melded to you like a magnet every time his hips came forward, pressed and fitted against you perfectly like a lock to its missing key. 

Another loud gasp sounded from lips when you felt Edward push deeper, his position changing slightly, to which you responded by hooking your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped themself tightly around his waist.You had your face buried in the crook of his neck, moaning and whimpering his name in a repeated mantra, the pitch of your voice rising and falling between his thrusts. 

At some point, you made to look at his face, wondering if he was feeling just as good as you were. He had to be, what with the noises he was making, along with his own breathy moans of your name and occasional curses of pleasure. 

But still. You just wanted to make sure. 

Your lidded eyes traced the side of his neck, up his jawline, his face not entirely in your line of sight. So you pulled your head back a little more.

And it was then that you felt something wet on your cheek. 

With the tiniest bit of alarm clouding over your senses, you brought yourself back to look at him completely. 

His face was red. Probably redder than yours. A dark, cherry colored blush that covered his nose, cheeks, all the way up to his ears. His lips were parted slightly, nostrils flared as moans and gasps breached the musky, firewood scented air. And his eyes, though still golden, were hazy, love stricken and doused in absolute euphoria. 

But upon studying a little bit harder, you noticed something else as well. 

If it weren’t for the light of the fireplace you probably would’ve missed it, but his eyes were very glossy. His cheeks as well. In fact, they looked almost wet.

You unhooked a shaking hand from around his neck and brought your palm to rest on the side of his face.

Warm, slightly sticky, and subtly carrying the aroma of salt. 

“E-Edward,” you crooned breathly,  “W-why are you-?”

Only you couldn’t finish, for the broken words and moans of your husband brought your address to a halt. 

“S-so good,” he whimpered, “Y/N…you feel so, so good! Mmm…I love you…I love you~~~!”

If you had a cen for everytime Edward told you he loved you, you would be a millionaire. It was a very common thing he grew to say the moment you both started going out. He’d said it normally as he headed off to work, dreamily as you both dozed off to sleep, sweetly during his wedding vows, but never have you heard him say it so…erotically. 

It was almost pathetic, pitched in a groaning whimper, but so sexy and vulnerable and…loving, that it made your heart spasm in your chest. 

"I love you too, Edward," you whispered, clutching him tighter, "Please…make me yours."

There was a groan from above you, deep, guttural. Hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you upwards and before you knew it, you were sitting in Edward's lap. The new position caused a shuddering gasp to crack from your lips, but it was quickly silenced by Edward's lips pressing themselves to yours. 

He expertly roamed your body with his hands, touching you and caressing you in all the right places while silently encouraging you to ride him with every deep push of his hips. 

Your legs found themselves back at Edward's waist, having disconnected at the change in position. Ankles now hooked, you rolled yourself against him, crying out at the newly found friction that wasn't present before. 

The air around you was so hot, thick, and reeked of sex. No longer was the whipping sound of the blizzard outside distinguishable, hidden now by the crackling fire, shift of the blankets, skin slapping against skin, and both you and your husband’s moans of pleasure that were only growing louder and louder with each passing minute.

The feeling from before was returning. That unmistakable, blooming pressure in your lower belly that was no doubt the sign of an upcoming orgasm, uncoiling more and more, and you knew that this time, there was no stopping it. 

“Mmmh-! E-Edward~~!” you whimpered frantically, “I-I’m close…”

“Yea…” he uttered, his voice pitched nearly the same as yours, “So am I…mmm…L-Let go baby...I’m not too far behind you…hah…that’s it…c-come for me.”

You whined pitifully in his ear, your joints going taut from the levels of sexual adrenaline pumping through your veins. Not once did your hips stop moving, colliding with Edward’s in a steadfast rhythm while the brush of his lower belly against your clit served as the slow acting catalyst leading you to your release.

But then, something changed.

Too occupied to have noticed, Edward had allowed one of his hands that had been hooked to your waist to travel downwards to rest on your lower stomach, his fingers stretching out towards your cunt. Two digits circled about your clit, flicking back and forth at a rapid pace that sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

“Ahhgnnn….Edward…f-fuck I’m…c-cumming! Cumming!”

Like fireworks in the night sky, your orgasm crackled and burst within you. Shudders rippled through each muscle, every bone, striking nerves you weren’t aware you had. The snowflakes outside almost looked like stars in your clouded, hazy vision. 

Beneath you, Edward gave a shudder, and he was pulling you close to him as his own orgasm pulsated through his body, his deep groans and sighs and moans of your name growing to be the only thing you could hear as he buried himself deep inside of you with a final thrust, no doubt coating your insides with white. 

Several dozen seconds passed by of heavy breathing and shaky sighs before there were any further ministrations. But you didn’t mind at all. It was just a nice feeling to be in your husband’s embrace, connected to him in such a sensual way. If you could have it your way, you’d stay like this. 

And it seemed he felt the same, because even when he pulled away from you, his arms never left your torso. 

“Mm…ha…wow…that was-”

“Amazing?” you butted in softly, “Yeah…it was.”

He chuckled at your intrusion, kissing your nose softly, using one hand to delicately sweep your bangs from your face. 

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked, stroking your cheek, “Do you need me to get you anything?”

You hummed at his sweetness, all of a sudden finding it hard to keep your head up, so you allowed it to fall to rest against Edward’s chest.

“No,” you whispered, “ I have everything I need.”

“You sure?”

“Mmhm…” you trailed, fingers tracing his back softly, “I just want to stay like this…”if that's okay?”

A light chuckle rumbled underneath your ear, just as a pair of lips pressed themselves to your forehead. 

“Of course,” he murmured, “But what do you say we get more comfortable, hm?”

Nodding, you allowed yourself to shift your body about so that Edward could have the freedom to move out from underneath you., but it wasn’t an easy feat considering just how heavy you felt, your legs and arms feeling as if they were made of putty

But Edward had always been able to read you like an open book, so it only surprised you a little bit when he lifted you by your hips and onto your side to lay comfortably in front of him. 

A soft *slick sound was heard after he pulled out of you, but his close proximity to you didn’t change. As soon as he too was on his side, he pulled you flush against him, arm around your naked waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

He kissed you there. Several times. Soft, sweet pecks of nothing but pure cherishment. In turn, you traced dainty patterns on the skin on hand, mapping every vein and curve to memory. 

It was still a little hard to believe but…you were married.  And this was both yours and Edward’s first night together as husband and wife. One of many. 

Sure, it wasn’t like either of you had planned, but even so, with the way Edward held you close to him with the fire flickering away, bathing the both of you in its warm, golden light, you knew it would be a night that you would never, ever, forget. 

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Happy New Year Everyone!!!!

I hope you all have a wonderful start to 2023!!!

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Literally the WHOLE show if you ask me 🤣🤣😂

honestly one of my favorite things about Spy x Family is how Anya simultaneously thinks Twilight is the coolest AND lamest person in the entire world

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The Fire Crackles and Burns - Part 1/2 (Edward Elric x Female Reader)

When a sudden blizzard gets in the way of your honeymoon, you and and your husband Edward decide to make the absolute most of it.

(WARNING: Nothing NSFW will take place in this part. Things get a little steamy but there are still adult themes so please proceed with care.)

*Aged up characters ofc.

PART 2

“Almost…almost…got it!”

Edward proudly stood from the floor, his hands swiping across each other as gazed down at the steadily growing flames that were sputtering and flickering against a large stack of wood and crumpled newspaper. 

With hands on his hips, he turned around. 

“Y/N! I got the fireplace working!”

“Oh thank god!”

The sound of a chair screeching and the click of slippered footsteps filled Edward’s ears, and he watched with soft eyes as you emerged from the kitchen, your body wrapped in a robe and thick blanket. Two mugs were in your possession, their handles encased by your fingers with steam wafting from the tops, adding a rich scent to the already woodburned air. 

“I made us some hot tea,” you said, “Thought it would warm us up a bit.”

You extended your hand forwards, your eyes carrying a knowing sparkle.

“No milk, extra honey. Just how you like it.”

A grateful hum rumbled from Edward’s throat as he accepted the drink, fingers brushing against yours. He raised the mug to his lips and you watched as he took a generous sip, sighing out as he swallowed. 

“Mm…that hits the spot.”

“I’m glad,” you smiled, “Afterall, we have to have some way to warm up until that fire starts doing its job.” 

A shiver rattled your body as you took a small sip from your own mug.

“It’s still kinda chilly in here.”

Edward nodded curtly, a strong arm raising to wrap itself around your shoulder. 

“Well I got the fire going. It should get warmer in here soon.”

He looked down at you. 

“What do you say I set up some blankets and pillows down on the floor and we camp out here for the night?” he suggested, stroking your back, “ I know its not ideal-”

“Hey.” you interrupted, “Ideal or not, we’re together aren’t we? Isn’t that what’s most important?”

“Well…I suppose but-”

“But nothing,” you took his mug from his hand, your fingers delicate and soft against his own, “Now, hurry up go get those blankets so we can cuddle and spend some time together. I think we at least deserve that much, don’t you think?”

Edward smiled, “Are you sure you won’t freeze down here without me?”

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured, kissing his cheek, “Now get a move on.”

“Yes ma’am.”

With a chuckle, you waved him off, watching as he accelerated into a jog up the living room’s connected stairs to where you both kept your extra linens and such, leaving you in peaceful silence. 

You turned your head a little to the left, eyes now settled on the large window near your front door. 

The glass was pitch black, save for the reflection of the fire that was flickering away in your fireplace and the soft glow of your porch light that wouldn’t be very noticeable if you weren’t aware of its presence. But though it wasn’t much, both allowed you to make out the rapidly falling snowflakes that were piling up onto the ground below, stark white against the inky sky that was probably littered with thick, dark clouds. 

Lifting your arm, you took another sip from your mug which allowed you to catch a glimpse of the golden wedding band that adorned your left ring finger. 

Getting married was easily something you always saw yourself doing ever since you were little, followed then by a wonderful honeymoon with your loved one. 

Edward was indeed the love of your life. How could he not be after being friends with him since you were children? He was funny, handsome, sweet, caring, selfless…and you always knew he would protect you. And in turn, you would do whatever you could to be the wife he deserved. 

It was just like you had pictured it. 

A simple set up in your home town of Resembool, more specifically, in Winry's backyard. (It had been a chore trying to find a venue large enough so Winry just flat out made the suggestion one day when you came over to her place for lunch).

"The place is just as much my home as it is yours. We all practically grew up here. Plus, it won't cost you anything."

"Are you sure?" You had asked hesitantly, stirring at the soup she had made, "I don't want to be a burden."

"Oh please," she scoffed, "That's the LAST thing you could ever be. Let me do this for you. As your friend, okay?" 

"...Okay. Thank you Winry. I owe you one."

That "owe you one" ended with her being your maid of honor, to which you didn't really think counted since you were planning on making her your maid of honor anyways. But with the way she had squealed and hugged you when you asked her made it clear enough to you that you were even.

The decorations were nothing fancy. Just some old chairs draped with white linen with dark green ribbons tied to the back, green and white flower arrangements from the local flower shop, and an white archway Alphonse had formed with alchemy from some old pieces of painted white wood. 

Your dress was a hand me down. But a quick trip to the tailor made it sparkle like new with some added tulle and beading. One would think you had bought it fresh off of a mannequin. 

Simplicity was the game, but that didn’t mean everything hadn’t turned out less beautiful because of it. 

No. Everything had been perfect. 

That is…until it started snowing. 

You should have seen it coming, what with having a Winter wedding and all. Resembool was known for getting quite chilly come the months of November and December, but you could count on one hand the amount of times it had actually snowed from the times when you were a kid. 

It was honestly delightful to see those first, few little snowflakes flutter down about 2 hours into the reception. There was something magical about it and it seemed to put everyone in a good mood. But then, as Ed was twirling you around during one of your many dances of the day, things changed. 

Despite it being only 3:30 in the afternoon, it was getting rather cold. What was once a bearable Winter breeze was steadily growing into a fierce wind, whistling and whipping about. The snow began to come down harder, biting and pinching at the exposed skin of your arms and face. The clouds grew darker, the air grew colder, flower petals and folded napkins swirled and danced away. 

You didn’t know it yet but…a snowstorm was upon you. And a rather brutal one at that. 

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. All you could really recall was you and everyone else running back and forth to clean and tidy everything up to the best of your advantages so that your friends and other guests could ensure a safe trip home before the weather grew beyond their control. 

As far as you knew, everyone had gotten back safe, you and Ed included, and you were both cooped up in your cozy little house you had built a few years after the whole fiasco at the Central City in Amestris. 

It was a sturdy place, perfect for newlyweds like yourself. But you still couldn’t help the little tugs of sadness that plagued your body. 

Your eyes traveled to your front door, more specifically, at the floor. Two large suitcases sat next to each other, both having been packed and ready for the last 2 weeks.

The whole “ideal” aspect of marriage ran through your mind once more. Proposal? Check. Planning? Check. Wedding? Ran short but even so. Check. 

Honeymoon?

No check. 

At least not yet. But you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been excited about it. Edward had gone far and beyond for you two to have the best possible honeymoon you could have. According to him, he had had everything planned out, dotted every ‘i’ and crossed every ‘t’. 

But now, in the inches of snow that lay outside and the aggressive, whirling wind that you were sure could even blow Alex Luis Armstrong off his feet…

You were stuck. 

The radio had said the storm could last anywhere between 3-5 days, which means there was no way you could possibly leave your house in regards to your own safety. But it's not that you were worried about food or water or anything. And you had plenty of firewood stowed away to last you for weeks.

You were just…aching to get away for a while. To have a little break. Just you and Edward, alone, celebrating your happiness in a far off place that you could only imagine. And you knew it would happen eventually…

It just kinda sucked that you had to wait for Mother Nature to give you the ‘ok’.

“Y/N?” 

The sound of Edward's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you turned your head to find him at the base of your staircase with a large stack of pillows and blankets cradled in his arms, a lopsided smile creased on his face. 

"I found em'."

"I can see that," you chuckled. 

After setting the mugs down on the floor (since you'd be camping out there anyways) you proceeded to help your husband sprawl out what he brought down into a comfy, makeshift bed.

Neither of you said anything while you set each blanket and quilt upon one another, taking a total of 7 before deemed comfortable enough. 

It was when you began setting up the pillows did Edward decide to address you, his body seated not too far away from yours.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

You looked over at him. 

"Of course," you crooned warmly, "Why wouldn't I be ?"

His lips thinned into a line, "It's just...you looked a little distracted when I came down. Like you were deep in thought about something."

"Not really…I mean it's normal to just be thinking about stuff isn't it?" you asked, now fluffing a red pillow. You then set it down at your hip, hands folding themselves in your lap as you sent him a reassuring smile.

"I'm perfectly fine."

Sighing, Edward grabbed your wrist, and you yelped as he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping themselves snug against your back. 

"E-Edward?" 

"I know you're upset about the honeymoon." he whispered, "You don't have to lie to me."

"I…I don't-" 

"You've been excited about it ever since I told you. Hell, you insisted on packing for it the moment you found out."

"Mm…" you gripped the fabric of his sweater, "That's right. I did, didn't I?"

"Damn right you did." Edward chuckled. Slowly, he pushed you back so that you were both face to face. He brought his hands up to your cheeks, softly squishing them together.  

"I couldn't stop you. It was like you were in your own little world or something.” he chortled, “ But then again, you’ve always been like that. Ever since we were kids.”

“Have not.” you murmured childishly, making Edward hum a laugh as he placed a kiss on your nose. 

“Have too.” he moved his hands to your shoulders, “And it doesn’t take a genius to see how you’re feeling. I’m bummed too. Out of all the days for it to snow…”

“Nature has shit timing.” you grumbled, cheeks puffed, “But it's sort of our fault. Choosing to have a Winter wedding and all. What on Earth were we doing when we decided that?”

“Probably cuddling and being love drunk.” Edward shrugged with a smile, “Afterall, we did start talking about everything the night I proposed to you.”

“Touche.”

A hearty chuckle rumbled in Edward’s throat, and he gently pulled you back into his chest, strong hands tracing dainty patterns across the material of your robe.

The innocent affection combined with the slow beat of his heart and growing warmth of the fireplace was incredibly relaxing, so much that it almost made you fall asleep. But then, your husband spoke a single sentence that nearly sent you into shock.

“You know, even though our honeymoon is on hiatus…that doesn’t mean we have to be.”

Your body went completely rigid, as frozen at the air outside, and it was a solid minute before you craned your head up to look Edward in the eye.

His face had matured so much over the span of the last few years. Masculine and very handsome, but it still carried that young, innocent, goofy, boyish twinge to it that you absolutely adored; still framed by a sheet of soft, golden hair that was cascaded freely across his shoulders and down his back. 

He looked like…Edward. But even you couldn’t miss the glint in his eye. A certain sparkle that seemed different somehow. A little more…dangerous, mischievous, but still incredibly gentle and kind. He cleared his throat, expression going sheepish as he scratched the base of his neck. 

“That is…i-if you want to.” he stuttered, “I know we talked about it and all and I know you…er..we…haven’t done that before…but I just thought that it’d be sort of…romantic I guess? I mean obviously not the whole ‘on the floor’ part but…y’know the fire and the mood and the fact that…that uhm.…ergh…god this is sounding worse and worse the more I talk…”

Upon his awkward trail, you couldn’t help but let a small bubble of giggles escape past your lips and into a darling little smile. But Edward had no time to question it as you placed your hands on his neck, pulling him forward until his lips were pressed up against yours. 

Out of all the kisses you had both shared that day, this one felt immensely different. Maybe because no one was around you? Or because you were both warm and not outside in the frost bitten air?

Regardless, it was a wonderful feeling. And Edward nearly tugged you back to him to continue when you pulled away. You didn’t go far though, only moving back enough to rest your forehead against his. 

“You’re such a dork,” you whispered, thumbing the apples of his cheeks, “But I love you…so much.”

“Really?” he joked, but his voice was soft, “I couldn’t tell.”

You hummed, fingers still dancing about at the base of Edward’s neck, and he turned to press his lips against the skin of your wrist.

“You know…that kiss almost felt like an invitation.”

“For?”

“I think you know.”

“Mm…and if I told you that it was? Then what would you do?”

“Oh, that’s easy.”

Hands now on your sides, Edward allowed his head to rest against your neck, leaving butterfly kisses in a trail as spoke into your ear.

“I would cherish you…touch you…kiss you…hold you…” a shiver ran down your spine as his hands moved further down to grip your hips, “I’d show you what you deserve…show how much I love you…give you everything and all I am.”

A breathy gasp echoed from your lips as he nipped at the smooth skin of your neck, the sensitivity sending you into overdrive as your hands gripped his shoulders. The combination of actions and words were overwhelming, but you found yourself drinking it up without thought, finding every desire to now quench the erotic thirst parching your body.  

However, even though you were already clearly reacting to his touch, Edward still held off some. He temporarily parted from your neck and carded his head back so that he was once again looking into your now lidded eyes, face dusted a dark, gorgeous crimson as he whispered his hopeful inquiry with a raised finger tip ghosting over your brow. 

“May I do that for you?” 

“Yes… of course.” you crooned sweetly, “ But just know one thing…”

“Hm?”

Tilting your head forward, you made it so your lips rested near the shell of your husband’s ear. The next words you spoke sent delightful shivers down his spine. 

 “...I fully intend to return the favor.”

It was apparent that your words ignited something. Made the simple flame of candle spark into a wildfire. 

Because not even a second passed by before Edward was all over you. 

Lips hastily attached themselves to your neck, kissing and kitten licking at the soft, sensitive skin. Your hands went to grip at his sweater, tugging and whimpering as you allowed him to do as he pleased. 

You were very familiar with Edward’s kisses. But having his lips on your neck, moving down toward your collarbone was an entirely new feeling. It made you hot, excited…and a little bit nervous, only because you knew of what was to come. 

Your first time was always another scene that would play out in your imagination. 

Where it would happen and when, the sensations, what you would grow to like or dislike the more you did it. And most importantly…

Who would be the person you chose to do it with?

And now, as you sit before him, your body in his arms, the way he held you and caressed you and made each kiss on your skin burst like a thousand fireworks…

It was clear you had made the right decision. 

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The AMOUNT of MHA stuff in my feed is driving me sad crazy because I'm a dub watcher and I wanna wait for these scenes in English but I saw Shoto crying in one of them and I am sobbinggggggggndkkijkjkjkjlmk-

[animebaby00]

Never fails. My eyes went STRAIGHT to Armin.

Shingeki no Kyojin: The Final Season || Key Visual

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*Notices "What Makes a Family" hasn't been updated in over 2 months.

*But proceeds to open a different doc and continues writing a Fullmetal Alchemist fic instead.

(Trust me. This next fic I'm working on is gonna be a good one 🥰)

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X Reader fics solve EVERYTHING >.<

Anyways…