#fma smut

[cloudzoro]

cw: smut

“Please”, you whimper as she pushes her fingers into you. She's been edging you for ages, working you up to an orgasm and stopping before you finally cum, leaving you a shaking, frustrated mess.

“You'll cum; you just gotta prove you deserve it,” she says, leaning down to kiss you. She's a messy kisser, sucking your tongue into her mouth. She pulls away and spits into your open mouth. “Atta girl”, she praises when you swallow. Her thumb presses against your clit as she continues to finger you. The pads of her fingers are rough from years of work, and they feel so good pressing against your walls. You're quickly approaching another orgasm, and you don't tell her in hopes she'll just let you cum. Unfortunately for you, she can feel the way your pussy squeezes her fingers, and she pulls them out. You let out a pathetic whimper, and she softens slightly. “I'll let you cum. I just want you to do it while I rub myself against your pretty pussy” she says.

She manhandles you into a scissoring position and raises your hips as much as she can. She moves herself between your legs so she can rub her clit against yours. She gives a testing roll of her hips, and the friction feels so good that you can't help but move hips along with her.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” she says, putting more force into her movements. Having been denied already, you're close. You're struggling to keep up your movements, so she holds you in place, grinding down on you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You shake and writhe in her grasp as she continues to rock her hips, making herself cum. It's a sticky mess of cum and sweat, but she wouldn't have it any other way. When you're both in the afterglow of your orgasm, she lays down with her head on your chest. Her hand comes up to feel your heartbeat for a second before squeezing and playing with your boobs. She's insatiable, and her time with you is a very small pocket of peace that doesn't get to relish as much as she'd like. She looks up at you, gaze just as intense and lustful as it had been earlier. “Round two?”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Yuki Tsukumo, Revy Lee, Olivier Armstrong, Yoruichi Shihouin, Saeko Tanaka

[eclipseslayer]

• cw: fingering

"Stay still."

Roy's voice rumbles in his chest while his eyes devour you, laid out beneath him, splayed onto his desk like a meal about to be eaten.

He brings his gloved hands up to his mouth, and in between his teeth, he takes the white fabric and tugs, pulling off his gloves, one finger at a time before finally slipping off each one.

He neatly lays them down onto his desk and presses them flat against the wood before he turns back to you. His prize, laying there so deliciously, splayed out like a present just begging to be unwrapped.

Slowly, he takes his hands—warm, and soft—and places them onto your hips where he feels your skin underneath his. He sighs at the contact, and then he moves his hands down until they're touching your inner thighs. He pushes on them, giving them a nudge to signal to you to open up more, and so you do.

He groans at the sight, nearly wanting to just go ahead and skip the foreplay and take you on the desk, but no, he must be patient. He must build the flame.

So, he starts slowly. His fingers trace slowly over your soft folds, making circles as he runs his fingers over the labia as if experimenting with something. Then, as if adding more fuel to the fire, he suddenly presses his thumb against your clit, and begins to rub small circles over it, making you gasp.

"Roy..."

Your gasp is like music to his ears as he hums contently while pressing his finger against your clit.

He moves it a bit faster, and it earns him another moan. His heart quickens at your sounds, as he finds them very arousing as his cock twitches within the confines of his uniform.

As he keeps going, he notices the flame building within you as your breathing starts to get heavier. Your hands fight to find the edge of the desk to grip it, but unfortunately for you, it's out of reach, so you claw aimlessly at the wood, begging for something, anything, to hold onto as that kindling fire in your belly grows and makes you hotter within each passing second.

"Roy!" You shout, as you finally cum, and white liquid pours out of you, leaking onto his desk.

Roy watches as you fall apart beneath him and he tuts, grinning. "Nasty girl. Looks like we'll have to clean this up before someone comes in, won't we?"

[xxsycamore]

'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

↬ ❤  You make Roy's number one dirty fantasy come true.

Roy Mustang x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Fetish; Fetish Clothing; Skirts; Secret Relationship; Sex in a Car; Semi-Public Sex; Teasing; Fondling; Hand & Finger Kink; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Dom/sub Undertones • wordcount: 2,183 • masterlist

And the rest of the world could disappear and I wouldn't care

'Cause I'm on fire.

(namesake song by Stateless)

a/n: Don't rewatch fma years later if you've become a writer somewhere along the way. You'd have something you want to get out of your system and it will be embarrassing.

"Are you cold, Lieutenant?"

Like a switch that's been flipped, Roy's tone changes once he finds himself alone with you. It was just a second ago when he gave the chauffeur an order, quick and straightforward, putting a start to the two-hour-long ride and shutting the metal cover of the partition that provides privacy to the backseat. Of course, you're accompanying Roy today - it's just you - and having known that in advance, while your Colonel's brilliant mind was at work crafting military plans, yours was coming up with plans of its own. Ones that are quite different in nature.

Your heart rate had quickened the moment you found yourself in the vehicle with Roy. No, even earlier than that. With hot blood pumping through your veins, there's no way you could be cold as per his question. But Roy is oh so perceptive when it comes to you; caring in the way the question rolled off his tongue, colored by his noticeably softer tone.

He's asking you because you're still wearing that long black coat over your uniform today, neatly buttoned all the way up, even if the sun did its best to warm up the earth so that the hours around noon offer weather that is rather pleasant.

And if you said you are cold? What would he do then?

With a well-measured chuckle, you slip into your more casual persona, remembering that you're now behind closed doors, so to say.

"Quite the contrary, I was thinking of taking this off now."

Over the rustling of clothes, your ears pick up on the small humming of part-curiosity part-confusion leaving Roy's mouth. The shared seat is rather cramped in the most perfect way, making your efforts at brushing past Roy's form inconspicuous as you strip off the overcoat. You need his eyes on you for what is about to follow.

You make sure you're half turned to the Colonel as you rise yourself off the seat so you can not only shrug it off your shoulders but also discard it completely to be half-decently folded and soon-to-be-forgotten, at your other side.

"Ah, that's much better—" The words are not yet fully out past your lips before Roy reacts. Your smile widens with mischief as you're granted a few silent seconds which stretch out to a blissful eternity, full of staring freely at Roy's expression. That's the face of a man getting a hard-on, if you know one.

Roy's deep dark eyes are wide with surprise, glued at your lower half, mouth slightly ajar. You're waiting for him to return the gaze. When he finally does, you're witnessing a new shift in his mood.

"What are you wearing, Lieutenant?"

Playing coy, you run a hand across your hip, from knee to the hem of that piece of clothing that seems to have captured Roy's attention so immensely. You swear you can hear the hitching of his breath as you graze the material with the tips of your fingers, barely dragging it higher up your hip than it already is, revealing more of your bare skin underneath.

"Oh, this? I found my old uniform at the bottom of my closet the other day, and… I made some adjustments."

The cheap lie of your casualness is see-through, when Roy can tell the effort behind those modest adjustments. What once was an ordinary part of your blue Amestrian state military uniform has been diligently reshaped into something so wicked and out of place with the attributes it once bore.

At least, that's how most people would see it.

You know that it's clear as day to Roy that you've actually taken care of everything to the tiniest detail; the thin silvery edges along the front pleads and the slit on the left side.

"A miniskirt?" Roy's chuckle is him regaining his composure, and his glove-clad hand palming the ball of your knee is his barely contained interest. It's hard not to part your legs right there and then, almost as if this is the signal you've been waiting for.

"A tiny miniskirt! C'mon Colonel, where is your enthusiasm? This is me showing commitment and loyalty to your high ideals…!"

Playing with fire, you take Roy's hand and guide it upwards to the subject of the conversation. The warmth of your skin is still penetrable as you can feel Roy's burning touch where it comes in contact with it. You egg him on, despite the time and the place, or maybe exactly because of the risk they carry.

"You can treat this as a preview, for the day you finally reach your goal…" You reach out a hand to caress his face, but Roy is quicker, catching it in his grasp.

"Here's my enthusiasm."

With a swift manner, you find yourself manhandled into the position Roy desires, seated on his lap - with your back to him.

Relentlessly, Roy's large palm is laid on the place between your shoulder blades as he pushes, making you bend forward.

You grunt, less out of discomfort than of surprise weaving along with pure desire pooling in your abdomen.

"It's quite short, isn't it? Are you even aware that you're giving me a flash of your underwear right now?"

It's firm and matter-of-factly, Roy's tone, as he sends shivers down your spine, forced to realize you're no longer in control of the speed of events. He could pull out his cock right now and you'd obediently sit back without protest, only able to lament the loss of the rest of the teasing you never got to inflict on your Colonel.

You all but feel his gaze on your ass, the lack of contact killing you as you feel your legs begin to slightly cramp from holding the position. Perhaps your hyper-concentration is what lets you know he is taking off his gloves right now, the faint, familiar sliding sound of the thin material indicating things you can't even wrap your mind around despite being all the same ready for. Luckily Roy doesn't leave you hanging for much longer, even if his next action rips out an embarrassing gasp out of you.

"Ah—"

Sensing his big, strong hands suddenly coming to grasp and grope the globes of your ass through the material of your skirt, or at least the part it does cover a part of, you shamelessly feel desire seeping wetly inside your panties, staining them right where Roy's gaze is bored into. You're all on display for him, and you like it, in combination with the way he squeezes and pulls your asscheeks apart, that's your confirmation. That's exactly what Roy's dirty fantasies were made of, and you're making them all come true right now.

At this point, you should've expected the small slap he gives your ass, but nonetheless you still flinch when Roy leaves a faint imprint of his palm on your cheek.

"Turn around for me."

Without skipping a beat, you shift your position between his long legs, eager to be welcomed in his embrace. Roy lets you straddle him, your legs coming to rest on either side of his, and inevitably your tiny miniskirt rides up even more.

Roy lets out a low humming noise, palming your newly exposed heat through the underwear, and you can tell he felt the wet patch stained with your arousal. He guides you to sit down on him comfortably, but instead of relaxing, you tense up as soon as you feel his raging hard-on tenting his trousers.

You really made him diamonds, a smirk playing on your face with the thought, despite how progressively lightheaded you get. Perhaps there's still room for a witty remark or two before he steals your ability to form coherent words.

"On a second thought… I think I might be rather cold in this skimpy thing…"

You reach out to find his hands, wanting to guide them on your body again, but Roy barely needs the encouragement. With your hands on top of his, he traces the skin of your thighs, exposing you in a lie as he feels how hot your flesh is the more he nears the apex of your thighs.

"Caress me, Roy… set me on fire with your touch…"

The call of his name does things to him you can only vaguely imagine by the way his lower lip slightly twitches. You can tell he's been craving for you to call him by his name in the sea of formality surrounding your daily lives. Right here and right now, he's your Roy; he wants to hear it again and again, and you make use of knowing it well.

"I'll take good care of you, then."

Unzipping his trousers, Roy distracts you with a long-awaited kiss as he makes quick work of his garments, freeing his aching cock. True to his word, his hands continue to roam on you, under the short coat of your uniform, then under your skirt; fingers sticking in the hem of it, toying with it but never taking it off. That's good, that's what you made it for, he needs to enjoy seeing it on you to his fullest.

In contrast to how much he takes his time caressing you, the way he puts your panties to the side is all but cruel and rushed, as if the barrier separating you offends him.

You expect him to shove his cock in you in a heartbeat, but he has other plans. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he maneuvers you up again so your glistening lower lips are only slightly grazing the tip of his cock. So close, yet so far from becoming one with him.

"You're going to pay for doing this when I can't get my fill of you."

Hearing those words, you suck on a breath, eager to know what he means. He gives you the answer without having to ask.

"Nothing to bend you over on. Not enough room to fuck your beautiful thighs."

You mewl as you finally feel his warm hand on your bare heat, wetness pooling on his palm as he rubs your folds in a way that isn't even remotely enough to spark satisfaction.

Maybe he's right, this is cruel of you; the images he paints in your imagination are all too vivid and dreamy when the only thing you can think of is presenting himself to him, enticing him to finally, finally-

Before a loud moan can escape your throat, Roy's hand clasps around your mouth, sealing it shut so no sound can leave. The other he uses to push you down on his cock, piercing you with it on one swift, long thrust.

You pulsate around him, walls tightening and refusing to relax as if afraid he'll deprive you of this pleasure as quickly as he gifted it to you.

Roy doesn't take his hand off just yet, knowing all too well that you have a lot more of those sweet sounds in you that are not suitable for the risky situation you're currently in. Paying attention to the volume of his own voice, he whispers more filth against your nape, bringing forth goosebumps.

"Relax so I can finally fuck you like you wanted to. That's what all of this was for, right? You wanted to be pounded good?"

Feeling Roy beginning to move you up and down on his cock, you can barely think of giving him an answer, but maybe your body does the speaking for you anyway.

"One day I'll seriously have you wear these things around me all the time. Would you mind then, I wonder? Or would you be getting off on the thought of how much you rile me up everytime I catch a glimpse of what's under your skirt?"

Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with how good it all feels, his dirty promise, or this little taste you're given of how such a scenario would play out, you do your best to follow Roy's movements as you fuck yourself on his cock harder than how he tries to make you.

The fierce look he gives you with those dark, lust-clouded eyes, is already driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you want to drag Roy together with you. In an attempt to seal his lips with yours, Roy shows mercy and removes his hand from your mouth, changing it for his own mouth.

His low grunts are something you'll hear in your head for days, as he erupts in you right as you fall in the abyss of pleasure, meeting him halfway. His scorching hot semen shoots in you in several pumps as you helplessly tremble in Roy's arms, trusting him to catch you when your body goes limp with pleasure.

He calms down from his high gradually, petting your back as you continue to cum around him.

Not pulling out just yet, Roy kisses the last sparks of afterglow from your lips, making sure you both enjoy this moment to the fullest.

At least until the next time you both can indulge in those perverse fantasies again.

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[turn-my-hollow-purple]

hiiiiiiii~ 💖

could you write and Roy Mustang x fem!reader please!

… an office scenario would be cool 👉👈

Corporate Mustang

warnings: mdni, nsfw, unprotected sex, office smut (fem!reader)

“You requested to see me?” You say as you enter Roy Mustang’s office. 

The colonel’s office was clean and simple. The white walls and the dark brown desk and chair were always clean and organized. His desk had a phone and a large stack of papers, which were probably unread and not filed. 

“Yes I did. How are you?” He asked, a small smirk on his lips. 

You weren’t one for casual small talk and you inhaled sharply. 

“I’m fine, sir. Why did you ask for me?” 

“I needed you to file some paper work for me on some important matters.” 

That wasn’t a common request you got from him, it had only happened twice, maybe a third time but that’s pushing it. As a Sergeant, you didn’t often file the colonel’s important paper work so it was a strange request from him. 

“I’m sorry? File your paper work?” You asked confused. 

“Yes, I’d appreciate that. Let me organize them,” he mumbled and started flipping through the papers, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and the papers. 

You had been on a leave for three months and had just gotten back two weeks ago and everyone had been babying you since then. You had left because you got in a serious injury that left you barely able to walk with your right leg and you were ready to actually do things. 

“Are you sure you don’t have any actual assignments for me?” You asked politely. 

He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh, I forgot about your injury,” he mumbled, continuing to stack papers. It honestly sounded as though he had forgotten about your injury and wanted you to file his papers, which made you feel a bit better about yourself if you were being honest. 

“You did?” 

“Yes I did. How are you doing regarding that?” 

You didn’t understand why Mustang kept trying to make small talk but it was irking you slightly. You had a job to get done. 

“I’m fine, it’s completely healed which is why I want an actual assignment,” you mumbled, passive aggressively. 

He smirked and let out a low laugh. “After this, I promise any major assignments I receive will be given to you.” 

You were greeted with an intense silence filled only with the gently sound of papers shuffling. 

“Can you come here and look at these?” 

You came behind his desk and he started showing you the information for the papers. 

He was standing directly behind you and you could feel his breath on your cheek and you couldn’t lie, it was distracting you. His body was pressed against you and you could feel him inhale and exhale. It was distracting you from whatever words he was saying. 

You couldn’t lie, you had of course noticed how attractive the colonel was when you first met, but you never thought of him romantically or sexually in any way. But all you could think of was his breathing and the way he felt pressed against your-

“Did you catch all that?” 

You froze, wondering how long you had been stuck daydreaming. 

“Sergeant?” He asked again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I was processing everything,” you mumble, embarrassed. 

“Were you distracted by something?” He asked, his voice not wavering at all as he pressed his body harder against yours. 

You could slightly feel his dick against your back and realized he was ever so slightly hard against you. 

Was the colonel turned on? You thought to yourself. Your thoughts were kinda fuzzy and the thought of mustang being aroused by you honestly turned you on more than you’d like to admit. 

“Hello? Hello! Sergeant?” The colonel called out. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, you could still feel the pressure of him against you. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

You were not sure how to answer the question. 

“Dammit, Sergeant. When an officer asks you a question you respond,” he commanded. 

What You just had a feeling he was into degrading and praising. 

“Yes, I am splendid,” you mumbled, slightly out of breath. 

“Are you okay with this?” He whispered into your ear as he put his hands on your waist. 

You swallowed. “Yes, sir.” 

He tightened his grip on your waist and started kissing your neck. You felt his arms wrap around to the front of your body and grasp your shirt. He tugged at it gently and you could tell he wanted you to take it off. You hummed gently as you made to remove your button up. 

He pulled his hands off your body to let you work as he himself stripped off his jacket. You couldn’t move tho, because his hips were pressed against your ass pinning you against his desk. You could feel his hard dick against you. 

In second you were shirtless, just in your bra and your pants and you could feel his cold, hard and against your back. He continued to nip at your neck. 

Honestly you had no idea what was to come, but you were hoping it would be you. 

You gently pressed your ass harder against him and he groaned into your neck. In one swift motion he suddenly unclipped your bra and grasp your breasts in his hands. He gently rubbed his rough thumbs along your nipples causing you to squirm. 

“Do you like that?” He hummed into ear. You nodded and bit your lip. He gently tugged on your pants and you sighed. What was he doing to, turning you into a puddle? 

He quickly pulled your pants off and his followed after and you gaped at his now fully revealed dick. 

It was huge and dripping precum. It was probably seven or eight inches long and was as thick as your fist. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. 

He smirked. “Not what you were expecting?” 

“I see why you’re called mustang,” you giggle. He let out a low chuckle. 

“It’s just my last name, darling, but I guess it holds a double meaning.” 

You open your mouth to add a quip but he quickly shoved you over his desk, your hips pressed against the edge and your ass up, fully exposed to him. 

Papers went flying as he adjusted you on his desk. He ran a hand along your spine to your ass and your skin erupted in chills. You gripped the far edge of his desk as his cock continued to brush against your ass. 

He pulled one leg up, closer to the desk and gently rubbed your clit and you moaned loudly. 

“If you don’t shut up, Sergeant,” he threatened. You nodded in response. 

“I’m sorry, s-“

He cut you off by pushing his cock inside of you and you bit down on your lip to keep from screaming out. 

“Oh you feel good,” he hummed, adjusting himself. He squeezed your ass. “Good girl.”

He pulled out of you then quickly rammed back in and grunted. 

He held your leg propped up, and wrapped his arm around it so he could rub your clit as  he continues to pound in and out of you. 

You could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he continued to edge you, bringing you closer to your climax as he overstimulated you. 

“I’m really close,” you mumbled quietly, your hips getting rammed continuously into the desk edge. 

He pushed into you, taking you to your edge until your orgasm spilled out. A mere second later he reached his edge and his orgasm came over him, filling you up as he came. He rode out his orgasm then pulled out of you. 

“Are you okay, Sergeant?” He asked, putting his clothes back on quickly. 

You were partially stunned and your hips hurt and could feel the bruises forming on them already. You nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, that was, wow.” You couldn’t quite find words. You started putting your uniform on as well. 

When you were both fully dressed, he stood in front of you and smirked. “Well as long as you’re good, I need these papers on my desk by tomorrow at 9.”  

[cricketwrites]

Riza Hawkeye x Reader x Roy Mustang

SFW -So I feel like this could go two ways

-Either you and Riza have to babysit Roy, good luck to y’all -OR She has to babysit the both of you, good luck to her -Honestly yall are a power couple -Depending on your position, like military or not, it might cause some strain since they move around a lot -But you make it work! -Roy is a bit less serious in relationships, he’s just a huge dork -Riza tends to be a bit more serious in general, she kinda has to be, considering how Roy is -Communication is key with these two! Talk things out and itll work out okay in the end <3 NSFW Under the cut!

-These two… whoo boy -They are SPICY -Roy gives me disaster switch vibes -Riza could be a switch, probably leans towards dom/top though -She prefers to have control, it makes her feel comfortable -Roy also likes to have control, but he would appreciate handing over control to someone he trusts implicitly -As far as kinks go -I think Riza would be into sensory deprivation, maybe some mild temperature play. Blindfolds would be a yes.  -Maybe mild overstimulation if you’re into that -She tends to work to fit someone else’s needs -Kinda like a pleasure dom -Roy is… the opposite LMAO -He is a mean dom if he doms, brat if he subs -Orgasm denial for him -He is an absolute MENACE -If Roy does dom, Riza does too -Kinda like good cop bad cop -Roy is mean and teasing, Riza is gentle and soft -RIP You -All in all, yall are cute together

Hope you enjoyed! I went with HCs but if you want a full length fic, feel free to send in another request! it might take me a bit longer but I'll do my best on it! <3 ~Cricket

[karolinswritings]

Can I have hc’s of envy x gn reader who is a state alchemist? And if you wanna add some more drama they could have preformed human transmutation, making them a sacrifice.

Hey, I would be very happy to write headcanons like that since Envy in this specific scenario has so much potential! So, there you go, I hope I did well:

Fullmetal Alchemist Envy x reader HCs: Envy x gn reader who is a state alchemist and has preformed human transmutation.

If Envy doesn't know that reader has preformed human transmutation and hasn not seen them preform alchemy without a circle, he would most likely not worry about their relationship at all. He would not worry too much about the other homunculi finding out about it, and wouldn't care about anybody else's opinion on it too. He would be confident in his decision to be with a human. He likes their company, so he will do as he wants and be with them. He wouln't worry about anyone hurtning or insulting reader too because he would be quick to take care of them.

But, as soon as he sees them preform alchemy without a circle, his would heart skip a beat. He doesn't show it, to not make reader scared, but he gets extremely worried and all the things that could happen to his beloved pass through his mind. The tought of them losing their life in such a horrific way makes him come to one conclusion. He should not let anybody know that they can preform alchemy without a circle.

The tought of him possibly causing Father's plan to take longer than expected and that he is rebelling against his orders does go though his mind, but he does not consider doing anything other than protecting reader, even if that means going against orders.

I think he would become very selfish once he realises that he is no longer the one he used to be. He would take as much time as he wishes at reader's place, he wouldn't mind not going to missions because of them and would gradually realise that for an immortal being like him, there is no need to listen to anyone, as he could do whatever he himself wishes to do. He would start living his own life.

I think that spending more time with reader and opening up to them more and more would help him get more in touch with himself. Why is he envious of humans? What makes him so different from them? Are they different from him at all? And is it really worth it thinking about complicated plans, that have nothing to do with what he wants to do.

With such toughts going through his mind he would start thinking about telling reader about everything. They are always honest with him, so why wouldn't he be honest with them too?

If he tells reader or they get to know themselves the reason why he doesn't want them to preform alchemy without a circle, he would deffinitely be worried about them wanting to leave him.

He would be thinking that now, knowing who he really is and what his goal used to be, they would no longer see him as their lover. But just as a freak. A monster.

If reader tells Envy that they appreciate that he decided to hide them, so that they would be safe, he would be very relieved. I think that he would even consider no longer being related to Father and his plan at all, now that he has realised that he would no longer be envious of humans, since he can do everything thay can and even more, with his lover by his side.

"I used to take pride in who I am..being a homunculus, I mean..but was I really that much of a big deal? I am immortal and can regenerate, not to mention my shape-shifting abilities. But other than that..I am no more than just a tool being used. I have no idea if I have ever made any decision that was my own, and actually worth it..this whole thing..the plan and stuff..what does it even have to do with me? The one decision that I made myself and I am proud of..is deciding that I want to be with you. So..since I have disobeyed the old man's orders already..why don't I make a bit more of a mess?"- He would tell reader with a slight smirk, feeling like he has the whole world to himself..

[anomaly-hivemind]

Our Choice || No. 8 King Bradley/wife reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: Breeding,breeding kink,rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation,impregnation, missionary position, mating press, kinktober 2023, pre-existing relationships

Word Count: 1200

Note: Takes place about twelve years before the start of the story.

You were sitting in your office when Fuhrer King Bradley stepped into the closed door, without knocking. Eyes drifting upward to look at the mustached man with a half smile. He had a determined look on his face as he stared back at you.

“Hello Fuhrer Bradley, sir,” You stood and gave the man a bow.

“Must you be so formal?” Bradley sighed and crossed his arms.

“You are the Fuhrer, and I, just a measly civil servant~” You said, pressing your arm to your hand in a dramatic fashion.

“Yet,you are my wife” He said while leaning on the doorframe.

“Hah, you’re no fun. So what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Direct order from Father, it’s time for you to perform your wifely duties,” Bradley said as he put his hat back on.

“Oh… well I’ll see you tonight,”

You had been anticipating this night since you and King Bradley had gotten married. You had found out he was a homunculus when you saw under his eye patch. Maybe it should have turned you away but it did the opposite.

“You should get ready to head home, get ready.” Bradley saw before turning to leave.

Gathering up the last bits of your paperwork you placed them into your drawer. Grabbing your keys to lock your office you head home as you were told.

Did you have a thing for the dramatics… maybe but tonight was going to be romantic. The Fuhrer would like all the sweet candles, the dim lighting and the pastel colored lingerie set you had put on right after a nice rose bath.(well the last part was for you but still.) Now you were just sitting on the freshly washed egyption cotton bed sheets.

Your eyes gain weight, Body feeling heavy while laying against the plush pillows; Sleep quickly starts to overcome you. An unknown amount of time passess when the sound of the door jingles. Stirring you a bit, shifting your head to the faint sound. Fuhrer Bradley stepped into their shared bedroom.

Bradley walked over to you, eyes trailing up and down your partially exposed body. He moved his hands across your stomach slowly. You hum while still stirring from your nap as Bradley’s hands roamed across your torso.

“Look alive dear, this is the start of a long night,” Bradley said. As he bent, his breath tickled your ear and his voice low and sensual sent shivers down your spine.

“Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You push the resilient pull of slumber away the best you could. Eyes trained on the sight of Bradley unbuttoning his shirt, his shoes long gone.

He carefully placed the shirt into the laundry basket,then he sat next to you. Scooting over beside you, he drapes his arm on top of yours and pulls you closer. Heartbeat pumping faster with anticipation.

You could already see his growing erection through his work pants. you were fully awake now and starting to get turned on by the second. Leaning into him, you give him a smile.

“Do you like my outfit?” You place a finger mall kiss on his cheek. His warm hand rubbing up and down on your side.

“It's cute, but I would have preferred you wearing nothing at all.” The Fuhrer mumbled against your skin as he kissed your neck lightly. He then snaked his hand to the clip to her bra to undo it.

His eyes were set on your supple breasts, kneading one in his hands. Your mouth opens a bit but little sound escapes it, aside from a small squeak.

Bradley rolls your tender nipples in between his rough fingers, to which they quickly grow erect. He moved his head to place a kiss on your breast, before running his tongue on it. His soft kisses turned to open mouth frenching and licking then that turned into sucking and even biting. You let out a moan as your hand ran through his head.

He moved to take off your lingerie bottoms, you shiver and watch him. Bradley let out a sharp breath, running his thumb on your folds.

“You’re such a filthy woman, already soaking wet,” Bradley said, slipping two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“F-uck~” You cried out, your hips bucking into Bradley’s large hands. He curled his fingers within her as he thrust his digits in a slow pace. He was kissing her here and there as rubbed her clit.

He slips out his boxers in quick motions as he starts to stroke his erections with his other hand, matching the slow pace as his fingers plumbing in your wet walls.

“Can I?” you looked down at the size of him, wanting to suck him off.

“Maybe another time dear, I need to save all my seed for this beautiful cunt your yours.” He lifts your chin so you are looking up at him. Bradley gives you a quick peck, before moving you down on the bed where you were laying down and gets in between her legs.

Lining himself up with your fat cooch, Bradley’s hips snap against yours as he starts with a brutal pace.

“Ah- ah- A- oh fucK~” You cried out, the sound of for flesh snapping against eachother filling the bedroom with lewdities.

He starts to thrust into you with a slow and even pace. Rocking his hips as he held your thighs in his hands. He lets out a faint groan from his movements. Your eyes shut as you let out shaky moans.

“I want you to look at me dear.” he places a kiss on your cheek as he pulls your chin down to look at him. You do your best to keep your eyes on him as he thrust into you with his rhythmic pace that was starting to get faster.

He let out groans as he rocked his hips deeply inside your cunt. He pulled your thighs further apart as he started to pound at your g-spot. He leaned closer, making your legs get closer to your own chest. Bradley’s movements made your walls tense and flutter as you started to fall off the edge of a climax.

“Ah~” you let out another moan as you clench around King Bradley’s cock; your walls sucking him and pulling him deeper, the veins of his dick were rubbing you in all the right places. Your legs become shaky as you reach a climax.

The Fuhrer didn't let up, in fact he started to hit into you harder. Forcing your legs closer to your ears and basically hovering above you. Your…everything was basically shaking, whole body quivering as your husband abused your wet glistening soaking and dripping pussy.

“Can't wait for this beautiful body of your to be caring for our kin.” His breathy voice muttered into your neck. You cum with another shaky cry.

“Too much- ha it's too much-“ you wrapped your weakening legs on his hips.

“You'll be fine my dear, just hold out a bit longer my dear.” His movements got a bit more sloppy as he got closer to finishing.

Hot tears rolled down your face,the pleasure was overwhelming. After a few more deep thrust the Fuhrer’s releases his hot sticky man goo into your cunt.

He pulled out and the cum leaked onto the bed sheets, yet Bradley pushed some of the dripping cum back into your stuffed hole so as to not waste his precious seed.

You let out a whimper as Bradley’s thick fingers slip into you.

“You can’t quit just yet dear , we have to make sure you’re pregnant and I still have a whole lot left in me.”

You were diligently sweeping the floor when you heard the front door unlocked.

“Welcome home,” you turn to face him at the door, giving him a smile as he gets closer.

“You’re supposed to be on bedrest,” King Bradley said with a sigh.

“I Know but I just couldn't help myself, I get bored being in bed all day. ” You give him a sheepish look, You rub your stomach tenderly. “If I let my body get weak then our baby will be weak as well, and we can’t have that can we.”

“No I suppose not” he nods and helps sit you down in the chair carefully.

“So I was thinking of names and if it’s a boy, about the name Selim?”

Thank you so much for reading and thanks to @cafekitsune for the banners.

[crazychaoticizzy]

Just the Tip

CONTENT: 18+, MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, morning sex, dom/sub/switch reader and character depending on which one you’re reading, my knowledge on some of these characters is limited since i’m new to the fandom so they may be mischaracterized, the most basic concept but it’s something ✨

WORD COUNT: 573

MASTERLIST

“C’mon, baby… Just the tip, I swear.”

You both knew he was lying. He didn’t do just the tip. You knew that, and yet you still obliged him in the early morning.

“Just for a bit. I have a meeting today,” you mumble. You bury your face further into your pillow as he climbs on top of you. Now that you’d said it, you realized how much you didn’t want to go to that business meeting.

“I know, baby. I swear this time it’ll really be just the tip.”

You hum as he pushes your panties aside. His fingers briefly glide against your folds before he replaces them with his cock.

For a moment, he abides by his promise and only puts in the tip. He ruts into you and moans in your ear before pushing more of himself in. You’re too tired to notice entirely, although you can feel it. You don’t comment on it, though, even knowing that you should. You excuse it by convincing yourself just a little bit of indulgence wouldn’t hurt anyone.

It isn’t long until his hips meet yours. Your mouth falls open in a surprises moan when he pulls out almost completely and shoved himself back inside. Your eyes shoot open, and you look up at him with a questioning gaze.

“Oops.” The stupid smirk on his face tells you this is definitely not and oops situation, but you can’t find it in yourself to argue. Especially not after he begins a fast pace.

It looks like that meeting will have to wait. What a shame…

Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Ryoumen Sukuna, Roy Mustang, Portgas D. Ace

There was no sound prettier than the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, still groggy with sleep as he holds onto your hips for dear life.

Just the tip. That’s what he’d promised you. But Jesus Christ, the way your walls stretched and squeezed around just the tip made him delirious. You’d barely given him anything and his eyes were already rolled to the back of his head.

He whines and whimpers in your ear, pleading, begging for you to let him put more of himself inside.

“Baby… Baby, please… I know you’re busy today but I need-”

With the way he moans in your ear, his hands twisted in the sheets and leaving bruises on your hips, it would just be cruel to say no, wouldn’t it?

Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Choso Kamo, Sanji Vinsmoke

Sometimes you find yourself hating how coy he can be. How fucking clever he is infuriates you, especially when it’s early in the morning and the only thing you want is for him to not follow what you said.

You moaned his name, long and drawn out, as you tried moving your hips back to push more of him inside you.

But he keeps his hands on your hips, preventing you from moving any further. He tuts and shakes his head, barely moving the tip in and out.

“We can’t get too carried away. We both have things to do today,” he whispered, his voice still raspy and thick with sleep.

You groan, attempting to move your hips again. When he resists, you give up. “Please,” you beg.

He chuckles. You think for a moment that he’ll give in to your pleas and screw you until you’re a mess beneath him, but he only kisses your cheek and pulls away.

It leaves you feeling empty and upset, even with the promise of a proper fucking when the two of you return to work.

Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Kento Nanami

this has been in the drafts since at least February sorry about that guys hope y’all enjoyed 💜

[sinfulpanda16]

Seeing you in that Santa hat makes him want to see you only in that hat.

Oh, how cute would you look exposed for him like that. Nothing on but that cute Santa hat on your pretty head. Adding to the Christmas spirit he'd do you in front of the fireplace, by the Christmas tree, under the mistletoe or in all those scenes combined fuck.

"Fuck yes baby just like that⁓" Grunts "You look so pretty like this cute thing⁓" Goes to bite your neck

He can't help it. You drive him mad around this time of year.

Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Bakugou Katsuki, Hitoshi Shinsou, Hawks, Kuroo Tetsuruo, Kei Tsukishima, Toru Oikawa, Solf J. Kimblee

[cloudzoro]

He's been working all day and when he finally comes home, trudging through the doorway and kicking off his shoes, the sound of your voice calling his name fills his ears and he snaps his head up to look at you. His stress and fatigue drains at the sight of you, his favourite girl.

He immediately scoops you into his arms, suffocating you with his affection. His initial goal of giving you a good night kiss and zonking out changes when he realises how much he's missed touching you. Having you in his arms is doing more to recharge him than any sleep or meals could.

“Are you tired?” you ask as he presses kisses to your neck, rubbing his hands down your body and gripping at your ass.

“Not too tired to show you how much I missed you today”, he replies, pulling you into an eager kiss. The kiss is passionate and aggressive as he backs you into your shared bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, pulling at your clothes to strip you down. When he's finally got you naked, he sits back on his heel, taking a moment to admire your body. He's looking at you with so much love and adoration that it almost brings tears to your eyes.

“I needed this,” he whispers, settling himself so his face is hovering above your cunt. “Needed you so fucking bad” He groans before finally closing the gap and licking at your folds. No matter how shitty his work day was, it all melts away with your taste on his tongue.

Daichi Sawamura, Osamu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Roronoa Zoro, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Crocodile, Suguru Geto, Shota Aizawa, Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc

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[xxsycamore]

OFFICE ACTIVITIES

╰┈➤ ❝ That's why I can't go on with my day before I do this to you. I need to see you squirt on my fingers, and I need it now. ❞

Roy Mustang x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Office Sex; Secret Workplace Relationship; Semi-Public Sex; risky sex; Desk Sex; Sexual Fantasy; Dirty Talk; a lot of dirty talk; Teasing; Kink Negotiation; Glove Kink; ROY'S GLOVES; you know where they're going; Hand & Finger Kink; Finger Sucking; mouth fucking (w fingers); Begging; Praise Kink; Pet Names; Roy is both rough and very loving; Female Ejaculation; Squirting; and i mean SQUIRTING; squirting is the main focus of this fic; Vaginal Fingering; Multiple Orgasms; Overstimulation; Masturbation; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Aftercare; Some Humor; Light Dom/sub; Dominant Roy; Dacryphilia • wordcount: 5,211 • masterlist

"Colonel, you wanted to see me—"

"Lock the door."

Blinking, you look at Roy's silhouette where he remains with his back to you in his chair, facing the windows of the sunlit office. You do a small bow while complying like a good subordinate, even when he won't see it, and lock the door from the inside. Still, you can't help but let out a small sigh. The pile of paperwork on his desk is bigger than what you saw this morning, when you expected to find it at least halved by now. But alas. And while everyone is away taking care of their own duties, you have the office to yourselves today, so locking the door is hardly necessary…

"With all due respect Colonel, you really, really don't have to hide the fact that I'm helping you with paperwork. I'm sure everyone knows by now."

Roy spins in his chair bossily, raising a hand to signal he doesn't want to hear more. "I'm not going to ask you to do that."

"No, seriously, it's okay, I-"

"Come here."

You do as told, ready to take the load he'll hand you from another pile, or something else to be taken care of in his stead, anything, really. He's in the habit of procrastinating often, you know your Colonel well. There is something almost endearing about it, when he doesn't realize how bad he is at masking it.

He's gesturing you to stand not in front of his desk but rather to join his side, and you do, finding yourself close enough to notice even how the irritation colors his gaze to make it fiercer. Once you're where he summoned you, Roy removes the folder he was holding in his lap and throws it on the desk.

This tricks you into thinking that the folder is the object of importance in this exchange. When your eyes shift to those of the Colonel for further cues as to what is wanted of you, your attention is inevitably stolen.

Roy's blue uniform trousers are tented with an obvious erection.

Face heating up, you quickly close your slightly agape mouth and try to look anywhere else, and disastrously you meet his gaze. Judging by the way he does nothing to hide the fact that he has a noticeable hard-on, or by the way he looks you right in the eye, you have the feeling that you'll get to live another day. Then he speaks again.

"I can't work like that."

His tone is stern, not even a whisper; something akin to one of his less-straightforward orders that would see him click his tongue when failed to comprehend by the other party.

And you don't want to disappoint.

"I understand. You can't work like that indeed, Colonel…"

And you do understand. If he went this far, then that's all you need to understand that you're allowed to lower your guard now.

It's all so natural with you when Roy beckons you into his lap, and you don't lose time maneuvering yourself because you've claimed this seat dozens of times already; your Colonel has a high sex drive. Despite being lovers after work hours, he still needs you during the day, when you're stuck playing this game of pretend. Or maybe that part is exactly what entices him?

Claiming his lips for an impatient kiss, you can't help the small grunt that escapes your throat as soon as Roy's hands begin roaming and foundling about your chest.

The worst part, you never get used to this.

With color on your cheeks, you try your hardest not to hump his leg and miss entirely the point of your being summoned here. You place another chaste kiss on his lips, boldly taking the decision of when enough is enough as you nudge things forward. Undoing the first button of his uniform, you make place for your lips to touch the heated skin underneath. To feel his hot pulse under your tongue as you place kitten licks there.

Roy's curiosity leaves him enjoying the show as you find your footing again, removing yourself from his lap and instead sinking to your knees with a thud. Your hands make their way downward on his torso and then fall on his thighs, his clothed arousal right in front of you.

"You should've told me sooner, Colonel… I could sneak under your desk, I could even stay there while you attempt to take care of those documents… With the way I'm hidden, surely the door doesn't even need to be locked."

You time your suggestion with palming the tent of his trousers, eager to feel how your words get to his head. But he only smirks.

"As much as I feel compelled, no."

It leaves you confused as you stand between Roy's legs. It's rare for him to refuse a blowjob, the balance of powers in this game of teasing is once again off in favor of his striking dominance.

"On the desk. Now."

Pulse quickening, you find your head clouded when you rise to your feet again. Roy all but backs you onto the desk with his body, your legs parting to make space for him in between.

His backlit frame only highlights the darkness of his eyes as he has you cornered; you prop yourself up on your elbows and wait for something, anything.

"You know, you're the reason I can't do my work right now. I've been thinking about you again. About fingering you."

Fuck. This close up, you're sure he can observe even the tiniest of bodily reactions he rips out of you with words alone. The slight twitching of your leg, the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you realize you're at fault for his hard-on. The expectation in your wide eyes that are pleading him to share the images birthed by his brilliant mind that led to this.

"That's why I can't go on with my day before I do this to you. I need to see you squirt on my fingers, and I need it now."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you swear you can feel the blood pumping in your veins turn to liquid fire as you burn from the inside. Something deep in your belly awakens, steals your resolve and fills your mind with cries of hunger.

Roy wants to make you squirt; to send your body into tremors overpowering your very control of it until you're helpless and making a mess of his hand, of possibly everything - the thought is almost scary, for reasons unknown to you, and you shiver. The signals your brain unwittingly sends south make you feel a certain pressure rooted deep within your core - as if, almost by his spoken command alone, your body can obey and leak arousal through the layers of clothing that you want gone now.

And so you begin to undress, making him chuckle with your impatience. He meets your hands halfway and easily takes over with his much steadier ones, unshaken by building lust unlike you - even if his firm erection which is now pressing against your thigh says otherwise.

He mutters something about how much easier this process would be if you were wearing a miniskirt right now and not those troublesome uniform pants - and the distraction returns some blood to your head as you exaggerate a sigh followed by a tiny laughter. It makes the task of taking off your uniform jacket and unbuttoning your shirt easier.

Unlike the hushed pace of removing the article of clothing, Roy noticeably slows down while peeling the underwear off your lower half, enjoying how he renders you naked and completely on display before him. He pokes a firm index finger on your glistening folds to part them, and you can see his gaze clouding with desire as he inspects the wetness seeping from your core.

Before you can avert your eyes, he locks his with yours. The gentle caress of his warm palm on your belly right over your womb startles you.

"Do you think you can do this for me?"

The whine coming from deep in your throat surprises you, and you feel as if you can get off on this simple, chaste sensation alone. Your pussy throbs in neglect.

"Please."

Roy mocks you just a little bit with his laughter for receiving pleas in place of an answer. Even if it works just about alright with him.

Instead of feeling his fingertips returning to your folds, upon withdrawing, you hear a desk drawer opening. Willing your heart to take the chance and relax, your eyes follow Roy's ministrations as much as they can. He takes something from the drawer and - to your utter surprise, it's a new pair of white pyrotex gloves.

Your legs twitch in a manner of closing, instinctively, as you stare at Roy confused.

"Don't play coy now, I know you've always wanted this. You can't take your eyes off my hands when I'm wearing those."

You puffer your bottom lip, defeated. He's way too observant. Or you're way too horny when it comes to this, to him. Especially now that the only thing you can call the display of his fingers pushing their way inside to find their designated places, vain at the back of his hand protruding, ministrations rougher and rushed because he's not touch you right now, is simply pornographic. They look so good on him, stressing the deftness and length of his beautiful fingers, the flame alchemy transmutation circles at the back stark red to remind they're no ordinary gloves.

"But… isn't this…"

"Dangerous? You think I'd put you in danger?"

There's irony in that line when it comes out of the mouth of Roy Mustang putting on the gloves that give him the name of the Flame Alchemist, but you can will your brain into pushing through the surface to see the offering of trust here. Especially because he is so dangerous is that line so delightful, stroking the trust of your heart that would let him do everything, anything to you.

Combined with his touch returning to caress your skin, this time on the inside of your thigh, you genuinely relax - but only for a second, because you're now busy trying to commit to memory every second of feeling the texture of his gloves on your naked, sensitive skin.

"Besides… I thought you love to say that they're useless when wet."

. . . . .

"Pfft—"

"Are you laughing now?" Roy's eyebrow arches as he stares you down, one part genuine disappointment, one part overemphasis as he knows you'll only laugh harder at his reaction. And laughter is a good balm for relieving the nervousness that made your belly noticeably tense up and cave into itself.

His thoughtfulness goes mostly unnoticed as your laughter quickly morphs into another whine as Roy's glove-clad hand brushes against your arousal. The touch is feather-light, yet when looking down you can unmistakably see the glistening juices on the tip of his middle finger where he used it to swipe along the slit of your pussy.

"Have you fantasized about this before?"

Roy is awful for ending most of what he says with the curve of a question, giving tasks to your brain that are a little too hard to take on. He drives your mind to a place inside the darkest nooks and corners of your perverse imagination where you see yourself stealing his gloves to masturbate with. Or where he's letting out his frustrations on you, you being dragged in an ally just meters away from where some bastard managed to run away from him, tarnishing his plans. You love how he fights but manages to never get his hands dirty. Being dragged to these dangerous missions that give you the chance to see him in action never fails to mix pure, incontrollable desire with the adrenaline running through your veins.

"Yes…" You confess in a tiny voice, and Roy rewards you with another barely-there touch, even if it aims not to bring you pleasure but to simply coat his fingers in your juices and prepare them for penetration. Roy raises them up for you to see. You're already wetter than when you'd finish fingering yourself to the thought of him, and it makes your face red with embarrassment.

"How unfair. I remember being way more concrete when sharing what goes in my mind than you, just now. But I will allow it… you seem to have a hard time forming coherent words right now."

Your brain goes haywire with the rising expectation of feeling him either on your clit or inside you first - the seconds stretching out endlessly before he finally makes his attack, the tip of his middle finger rubbing the tense muscles of your entrance.

Roy is careful as he pushes his finger in, having a good idea about the impact of this long-awaited exploration of the material of the gloves in your most sensitive place.

You're erratic, body spasming to suck him in deeper and pelvic arching to scratch the itch you have deep inside. The fabric adds a delicious layer of thickness to his already girthy finger, but…

"Not- enough— More…!"

Roy clicks his tongue. "You're way too impatient. I'm already being so generous to you, pushing my fingers inside you to give you what you want. Perhaps you can learn from a little exercise before we continue."

Roy's finger exits your heat roughly, in vivid contrast to how he entered you, bringing forth more wetness that helplessly leaks on the office desk. You exhale heavily in defeat, pleading Roy with a wet gaze. He remains unwavering, like training a dog that refuses to obey, and raises his other, dry hand to your face with fingers stretched forward.

The little cute tilt of your head has him letting out a mocking sneaker, and he suppresses the need to scold you for needing verbal orders as well.

"Suck."

Following every little twitching of your pupils as your eyes get hazed with the desire to worship him, Roy is not sure if your mouth falls open to moan or to take him in first. Either way, his fingertips already register the softness of your lips, even through the texture of the glove.

You part your lips further with the intention to fit two of his fingers in your mouth, and Roy allows it. Your tongue explores them, tracing over the seam running down the sides, then the junction of his index and middle fingers. You suck there, barely remembering to look Roy in the eye like you wanted to instead of remaining with your eyes closed in bliss.

He looks… aroused. With how much composure he possesses, the thought of how, in turn, you might look right now scares you. But you can't do anything about it - this, too, is a major fantasy of yours. And it only gets better.

Withdrawing with a wet pop, next you hope to fit another finger in, if Roy is willing to bring them closer together, and he quickly gets the idea.

This is his left hand that he uses to do this to your mouth, and he is still so very skillful with it. He tricks you into thinking you could do whatever you want with his three fingers in your mouth, but as soon as you lower your guard, Roy shifts their position, grabbing your tongue.

Your eyes widen, pathetically trying to call out to him in the one moment your ability to speak is stolen. Roy enjoys the muffled sound that resembles his name and continues to hold out your tongue between his fingers, watching you begin to droll.

From there on it's easy for him to shift his fingers once more, placing them flat against your wet tongue before gathering them together again…and beginning to slide them on your tongue.

The place between your legs is burning, and it feels like torture when you already know what it feels like when he pleasures you. You'd much rather he didn't touch you there at all before this, inner walls contracting to chase after the faint memory of his single digit's shape where it was buried inside you.

Roy fucks your mouth with his gloved fingers, and you moan around them. It's a filthy display, with your cunt dripping on his desk, and he can't avert his gaze for a second.

"Enjoying yourself? Maybe I can keep doing this until you cum and we end things here?"

Alerted, you want to communicate your wish to go all the way with what he planned for you, and to speak you need to withdraw - but the second you lean back, Roy's hand pushes forward, following your movement without letting you escape.

Just before you can choke, Roy removes his fingers from your mouth, and you see how much they're covered in your saliva. The risk did things to you you're unwilling to admit.

"Okay, I get it. You need more."

Finally able to take mouthfuls of oxygen again, you feel silly for being so worked up and breathless from just this. But Roy likes what he sees, especially when you try to present your cunt better for him, spreading your legs further apart.

"You're absolutely leaking…"

"Colonel, Please…" You beg, attaching the honorific to your pleas because you know the effect it has on him. "Colonel Mustang, please fuck me with your fingers. Make me squirt."

He returns his right hand to the burning skin of the apex of your thighs, tracing along your outer lips with a small hum.

"Okay then. Let's make your cunt squirt for me."

You throw your head back a second too quickly, as the heavenly feeling of Roy entering you again domineers over the bits of decency left in you. His finger bottoms out in you, swirls around until his palm is facing downwards, and is taken out again - just for you to instead feel the tips of middle and ring fingers prodding your hole next, in the same position.

"Nghh—" You groan, remembering to breathe as Roy explores your tight insides. You begin to relax, and the movement of his fingers gradually becomes smoother. The wet sounds of his entry come to your ears every time he pushes out the way out and pushes in again, and they embarrass you a little.

After a good few strokes like this, Roy turns his hand around.

He keeps his fingers buried deep inside, unmoving save for his fingertips that begin to search around, prodding into your front wall, looking for that spongy part inside you that will make you see stars.

More heat rushes to your lower body and you let a particularly loud gasp when Roy finds it. He mutters a word of self-satisfaction and repeats the motion, hitting your G-spot.

The pleasure begins to build with a dangerous speed, and you barely contain your moans. There's still something missing, but if you receive it right now, it will be too much.

Roy knows your body and its limits well. He doesn't force the pleasure on you, and keeps a steady but slow pace. Monitoring your sweet sounds, he is careful as to when to move on to the next step.

"I'm going to touch you here next."

Narrating his ministrations, he manages to make you focus. You fix your position on the desk again, making sure to watch what he's doing.

Roy puts the thumb of his left hand flat on your clit. At first, the mere presence of it is enough to send sparks of stimulation deep inside you, creating a loop of pleasure with where his fingers are buried, but you get used to it quickly. Then, he begins to rub your aroused nub, and you go erratic once again.

"Ahh— Too much-"

"Shh, I got you." He gives you a break, simply resting his thumb there without caressing, while he focuses on thrusting his fingers in and out.

Your heavy breaths are entangling with needy moans as the pleasure builds, this damned feeling of not enough threatening to eat you up from the inside. Roy knows your body well in combination with masterfully reading your reactions, and generously gives you more when you ask for it. The balls of your feet press harder into the surface of the desk near the very edge of it, your torso lifting just a little bit, to chase after Roy's movements inside you. He lets you rock back into his fingers, more wetness coming out and lubricating his entry.

"I'm going to speed up now. Tell me if you need to stop."

You breathe heavily through your nose, nodding your head more times than he needs for confirmation, and it makes him chuckle. The corners of his lips don't stay curled for longer than a second because of his growing concentration.

The rubbing on your clit returns, and Roy's fingers don't slow down. Standing there with nowhere to escape but to receive his rough, filthy yet loving pleasuring, you grip the edge of the desk behind your back preparing yourself, as it builds up.

"Roy- it feels a bit strange—"

"In a good way? Like you wanna go?"

Your answer comes a bit late because your mouth is stuck falling open in the face of those unfamiliar sensations. You hurry to blurt it out before stops, god forbid.

"In a very good way…! Just please, don’t stop!"

Not needing to be told twice, Roy keeps the pace, firmly hitting that same spot inside you with his fingers while rubbing on your clit. He watches your body spasm as you let out a scream, and then it happens.

Liquid begins to stream out of you, coating Roy's fingers - a small flow at first, before you all but hear the sound of a squirt escaping you.

"Mmm…" Roy grunts at the sight and the feeling of you closing up from the inside on him, fingering you through it until your body begins twitching too much. Careful not to overstimulate you, he withdraws your fingers, causing a smaller squirt to flow out.

Breathing heavily with your mouth open, you close your legs a little bit now that Roy's hands aren't between them, and you look at the puddle next to them. When you return your gaze to Roy, he's looking straight at you, leaning in for a kiss.

He's definitely not kissing you enough during all of this, but you don't feel too cocky right now to complain about that. Not when his kiss feels so rewarding.

"My good girl. I knew you could do it. Did that feel good?"

Roy drinks down your small noises of lingering satisfaction, and you whisper a breathless 'yes' before kissing him yet again. It makes you a bit too distracted, and you almost jump at the feeling of his hands parting your legs again.

"Think you could do it again?"

You look at him in disbelief, but it might be directed at yourself and the ridiculously deepening arousal you feel more than anything, your core pulsing in anticipation, aching to feel Roy's fingers again.

He knows that look. Pecking your lips with his once again, he slips his fingers in.

"Put your hands around my neck."

Your heart leaps at the command and you shift your body, grabbing into him for purchase. Your ass is on the edge of the desk now, and you're holding Roy for dear life, his broad shoulders being your anchor.

"Will it be easier for you this time, hmm? You're nice and open for me."

"Roy… don't say things like that…"

"But it's true. I love knowing that I can make your body soft and pliant, letting me do such a naughty thing with it."

You groan and shove your head in the junction of his neck and shoulder, warming the skin with your breath.

"Don't hide. Come on, kiss me."

It's easier said than done, when the sensation of what is happening between your legs rules over every coherent part of your mind. Roy knows your kiss would be lacking and sloppy, and maybe that's exactly why he wants it.

His tongue shoves between your agape lips, dominating yet another part of you as he continues to finger you while avoiding the place that is swollen and needy for his touch, as if testing if you can start leaking juices again even without the stimulation.

The strange feeling builds again, and this time you're not afraid of it. You break the kiss to plead.

"Roy…Roy! Touch me more! Now!"

Hearing the low rumble laced with dark wanton deep in his throat, you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins stroking your clit again.

Your moans of his name grow from encouraging to warning, as you feel the water balloon deep in your core close to popping once again. And then it happens.

Large portions of liquid fall noisily to the floor, mixing up with the sound of water squirting out of your body. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as a purely physiological reaction, the pleasure playing a big part in it.

Roy's large palm is so warm as it moves up and down whole, unlike how he'd only move his fingers earlier, and you feel played like an instrument; like you're close to witnessing the true strength in him that you lustfully admire finally inflicted on your body - in the most perverse, but loving and safe kind of ways.

"Gods— I can't tear my eyes off of you. Look at you."

Planting his forehead against yours, your eyes trail from his beautiful lashes up close to the place he's admiring, and you have to fight a surge of embarrassment. This is what he made out of you, you're so very his in this moment.

"Roy…—Ahh-"

He speeds up again, not having left your core for a moment, and you feel yourself starting to do it all over again, even if it's more of a current flowing out of you instead of the earlier powerful jets. What builds up inside you is different this time, a feeling you know all too well, something that you were lingering along the surface of for the past few minutes but that was always pushed to the back of your nerves in the face of the new, unfamiliar sensations.

"Come for me. Come on my fingers."

Roy fingers you silly, your walls clamping down on him as he does it just the way you love, no tricks this time to conquer your body, he just gives it to you. And you take it oh so willingly and greedily.

It takes no time for you to reach the heavens, and you moan out his name once again, feeling the electricity of an orgasm surge through every nook and corner of your being, toes curling in pleasure.

Roy holds you through it, making sure you ride your high all the way. Towards the end of it, your leaking hole begins helplessly pushing out more liquid.

"Roy— Too much—Roy-"

"Fuck." He curses as he slowly withdraws his fingers, noticing how thickly they're covered in your warm juices all the way down his palm. He enters you with one finger to tease just a little, meeting no resistance. "Fuck." He repeats as he reaches down to palm his bulge. He moves to his belt and begins undoing it in a hurry.

Pulse beginning to drum in your ears, you continue holding onto his tall frame as your eyes widen. Just how worked up did that make him? You figure he must be painfully hard by now, watching you perform the one thing that would get him erect relying on fantasies alone.

Wrapping the hand dripping with your juices around his cock, he uses the slick to lubricate his pumps as he pleasures himself at the sight of you. It lights a new fire inside you and you can't help but watch; the reddened head of his cock, the vein running down his side protruding with the rush of blood, and his culmination dragging closer.

He lies you back down on the desk and you place your hands below your hips, opening up more for him, so Roy can get a nice view of your still swollen lips and pulsing hole. He moves in closer, bringing his strokes so close to your pussy that it makes you clench down so hard when he accidentally brushes the tip against your inner thigh.

"You're perfect. So perfect for me- Haah—"

You rarely hear him let out more than a grunt, a man in control of himself even in the face of consuming wanton. It's rewarding, knowing that it's you who turned him into that. There's nothing more that you want right now than to watch him spill all over your spent cunt, coating it with his warm cum.

Roy keeps stroking, and you wonder if he's fallen prey to the heightened stimulation of the gloves too, seeing that he didn’t bother to take them off even after making use of the juices coating them. It could be this that works him to orgasm so soon, or it could be everything else combined with it, but you soon hear the familiar sounds of him losing control.

In the next moment he erupts, hot-white pleasure reaching to his very gaze as you see him taking in the sight of you hungrily. Warm ropes of cum land on you one after another as Roy pumps his cock, the swollen tip kissing your sensitive folds.

He loses the inner fight and presses forwards, pushing the bulbous head of his cock inside you, moaning as another gush of semen leaves him and fills you with scorching warmth.

You mewl at the unexpected contact, shudders of pleasure rippling through your body as you continue to feel his cum even after he removes his cock from inside you. You feel it drip out thickly, mixing with the rest of the mess left by your passionate session.

"Kiss me, Roy!"

"So demanding…" Hurrying to comply with your weak, adorable command, Roy seals your lips with his before you can scold or bite him. With how good he seemed to be making you feel, he's not too worried about facing those protests, though.

You and Roy remain like that for awhile, catching your breaths but losing them right anew in passionate kisses, not breaking off the contact even as he tucks himself back in his trousers and readjusts his messed-up clothes, removing his gloves as well. He tells you to wait for him as he goes to take something to clean you off with, but you just cling harder to his frame.

"Stay a little longer…"

He exaggerates a sigh but still smiles stupidly against your nape.

The late morning sun has nothing on the warmth that comes from Roy's embrace, and you bask in it.

"You know…" He begins, playing idly with your hand with his now bare one, as if he had started missing the direct touch so soon. You hum in question, and he continues.

"I want to take care of those documents even less now."

"…ROY!"

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Loving your Envy headcanon posts, I'd love to see more nsfw or sfw headcanons you have if you have any more

Hi hi! Thank you, I am happy to hear that you enjoy reading my works! And since you ask and you shall recieve, here are some more HCs for FMA Envy ^^ Excuse me for any grammar mistakes.

Fullmetal Alchemist Envy Headcanons

Warning! Some of these are NSFW, so if you are a minor or you are not comfortable with this type of content, skip this!

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Doesn't take criticism from anyone besides Lust and Gluttony, and his s/o. Any criticism about his demeanor or especially his fashion sense would be met at the least with a death glare or a threat.

Talks quite a lot and if hi s\o points that out he will be pretty suprised since he himself never really noticed before they said it. If they say that they enjoy listening to him he will be quite happy though. And probably tell them every tought that passes through his mind.

Would use pet names such as dear, love and honey. Whenever his s\o feels insecure about themselves or simply down, he will put "my" before any pet names, to show them that they are wanted and loved, they aren't alone aopnd have a place in his arms at all times.

Knows his s/o very well. He would know them so well that he would notice that they are upset without them needing to say anything.

Because he can shape shift he would adore an s/o that would love him for who he is, no matter what form he takes. For that same reason I think he would value someone's personality more than their looks, and would enjoy talking to people that are interesting and fun to be around.

I already mentioned this, but he is very very curious and because of that trait he would take interest any hobbies hi s/o has. Reading, knitting, cooking he is all for it. He would especially like it if they are into fashion and would offer them to try out different outfits on him.

I think he would have a hard time responding when his s/o compliments him for the first few times, since he doesn't really belive they are saying the truth. He praises himself almost all the time, saying that homunculi are much stronger and smarter than humans, but in reality he desires to be like humans. He is envious of them. He does not think of himself as highly as he appears to be. So, as soon as he realises his s/o genuinely means what they say when they compliment him he would be secretly melting on the inside.

Loves to see his s/o embrassed or shy, especially if he is the reason for it. Would tease them saying: "What? Shy now?" with a proud smirk.

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Definitely has a praise kink. His s/o making him feel like he is the only person in the world, complimenting his preffered form, his personality etc, gets him going very easily.

The type to be very touchy and say: "Where do you want my hands now? Here? Or maybe here? Or should I slide them under your shirt, hm?".

I see him doing anything his s/o wants to try out, but I don't think he would be very comfortable with degradation. He just doesn't see a reason for his s/o to like being insulted by him, but he wouldn't mind engaging into that.

Never begs. Like never ever. He would find any possible way to say "please" than to actually say it. "Come on, it wouldn't hurt if you do that for me" "I promise you will enjoy it lots" "Don't stop, don't you dare"

I think he would love giving oral and would be very skilled at it, naturally. He probably has little to no expirience in that field since it takes trust to do that with someone, but he is a quick learner and once he knows what his s/o likes he takes them to heaven.

Envy would be into biting, specifically his s/o biting him. Seeing the marks they leave on his skin and feeling the slight pain makes him hard in no time. His favourite places for his s/o to bite him at are his neck and tighs.

Loves it when his s/o moans or whispers dirty talk into his ear, since he is quite possesive and wants them all to himself, and that way he is the only one who hears their voice sounding like that. Not to mention how intimate it feels for him.

He is always gentle. If his s/o wants him to be rough they should tell him, since he usually enjoys a slower pace so that he can fully enjoy every moment of intimacy he has them under the sheets.

Never goes without prasing his partner for making him feel nice.

He would tell them what he likes so that it's easier for his s/o to please him. Communication is key.

"There you go again, knowing exactly how I like it. You're so good, my dear. Always listening to me."

Eye contact. Loves it, absolutely adores it, whenever he does something he is sure his s/o will like he looks them in the eyes or holds their face by their chin so they look at him.

"You won't mind if I ask you to look me in the eyes, right? I wanna see just how cute of a face you can make under my touch"

[cloudzoro]

pls send hc/reaction requests for female characters pls pls pls pls

here's my request rules

[theblueeyedfirebender]

“Ah.” Roy pushes a scarred hand through his slicked-back hair, which had already begun to free itself from its formal style, but is now mussed beyond hope. He catches her stare, smirking devilishly. “What endearments am I allowed?”

“Let me think.” She drains the wine glass, the spicy-sweet taste washing over her tongue. His dark eyes track her every movement. “‘Riza’ for everyday. ‘My Lady’ for formal events. And -” She taps her chin in mock contemplation. “‘Empress Divine’ - but only on very special occasions.”

Roy chuckles, the sound rolling low in his chest. “And what shall I call you when I'm mad?” He runs a palm along the firm arch of her calf muscle. “Mrs. Mustang?”

- WIP

[karolinswritings]

Fullmetal Alchemist Homunculi Headcanons?

Hey guys, so I decided to start taking requests for a few more characters from the anime Fullmetal Alchemist and Brotherhood, including Lust and Greed. So, feel free to request! I will do my best to answer as quick as I can and fullfill all your wishes! ^^

About Greed, I will only write about the homunculus Greed, not Greedling.