#roy mustang x you

[pfpanimes]

⌕ fullmetal alchemist • roy mustang.

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[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?"

[sidsinning]

Thinking about how only part of Riza's back tattoo is burnt bc Roy couldn't bear to hurt her any further despite her request to burn it all away

Thinking about how Arakawa straight up answered the question about why Royai aren't together saying it's literally bc of military rules that they aren't married

She knew what she cooked here

[sinfulpanda16]

Seeing you be happy without him.

It hurts but he learned that as long as you continue to be in his life he's happy.

He watches you be happy with your husband from afar and can't help but let a few tears start forming. He wipes them away quickly, because he knows he has no right to be upset. To him, the only thing that matter is your happiness and if being with someone other than him is what make you happy, then it's ok.

The smile on your face as you laugh along with your husband makes his heart flutter a bit. Then you spot him, and you wave at hi to him. He smiles softly and waves back.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Levi Ackerman, Armin Alert, Tobio Kageyama, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, Yuki Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuta Okotsu, Baji Keisuki, Draken, Roy Mustang

[likesdoodling]

:)

[imagines-by-cleo]

Just a little idea I wanted to share with the girlies: Roy Mustang's flame alchemy works by manipulating the oxygen density in the air then igniting it and meaning that since he has complete control over the oxygen in a room he could hypothetically choke someone without even touching them.

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Edward : Damn, you look good in that suit.

Roy : You know where else I'd look good?

Edward, with zero hesitation : In my bed.

Roy, at the same time : By your side- wait, what?

[l0verd0sed]

been working on this little thing since like early october, just to see if i could actually make a comic/doujin. it's not the best (writing or art wise) but i still had fun making it and learned a lot while doing so ! it was a great way for me to practice drawing more (: so here it is, just a little royed confession scene <3 (it's meant to be read from right to left, like traditional manga).

[courtmartialme]

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[the-blue-eyed-firebender]

Just a lil Royai fic rec.

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

Catharsis by kekkubean

Rating: M

Word count: 5K

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

Or,

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

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

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

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

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

Anytime by myrhymesarepurer

Rating: G

Word count: 838

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

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

How very Roy Mustang.

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

Beautiful People by That Hoopy Frood

Rating: T

Word count: 6.4K

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

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

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

Shut the door; it's starting to rain.

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

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

And now, a shameless plug:

The Counteroffer by theblueeyedfirebender

Rating: T

Word count: 2.6K

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

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

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

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

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

[smoothshine]

I am not immune to the (°^°) (°^°) face

An additional pic because I have no self control :)

[rina-mars-regalo]

This was genuinely*genuinely* supposed to be just a sketch but not stop rendering it because I love them so much:((((

Also I am aware that this technically should be Maes but I ignored that and drew Jean because I think he's hot sorry:/

Crops + reference under the cut

[old-skyguy]

Thoughts on episode 54 because I am very normal about the character development of this show.

Spoilers for FMA Brotherhood. Up to episode 54, at least.

The parallels between Mustang and Scar.

The fact Scar had his whole family, his nation, his culture, taken away from him and he chose violence and retribution and destruction over trying to help what remained of his community.

The fact Mustang had his friend taken away, had to watch this man who cared so deeply get killed and see the aftermath for his family. How it must've felt to slowly realize that he did that same thing to scar and so many other innocent people to further fuel a corrupt web of lies that benefits no one but the ones weaving it. The guilt. The anger. How he wanted so badly to take it out on something, on someone, just like Scar did.

Except Scar had been changed too. Riza sees this. Riza has had to live with this guilt for a fucking *while* and I mean they all have to an extent, but none of the other military understand the gravity of the situation like she does. They can all tune it out, believe that they're doing this for their country or for the greater good, but she doesn't have that luxury . Her tattoo directly resulted in the sheer power used as violence against so many innocent people.

You know who ELSE has a tattoo that represents the hard work of a family member in the name of innovation that ultimately became a weapon never meant to be wielded?

SCAR. SCAR DOES.

He resorted to blind carnage as well. He killed off good men, people with families, with deeper aspects to them besides their part in the war, and ultimately many, many innocent people, whose deaths impacted the lives of those around them and devastated them as much as his own family's. And you know what??

He was RIGHT to be angry at the government.

He was RIGHT to be angry at the military.

That doesn't mean he had the right to blindly kill anyone in uniform. It's an absolutely brilliant juxtaposition between two extreme sides of the same coin. Such a poignant commentary on military vs terrorist ideals and how they're both just inherently wrong and dehumanizing to the very people they stand for, but both refusing to take responsibility for their wrongdoings.

Until Scar realizes how his idea of revenge affected other people, innocent people just like him, just like his family, just like the life of the child that sparked the fucking war. And he steps back. Slowly, he becomes more willing to work together, more aware of what is actually behind this, more patient with the people he once swore revenge on. Because with military, even in real life, there's always like several degrees of separation between the people who control the narrative and control the war from the conference rooms and the people who are ordered to pull the trigger. That doesn't mean he isn't allowed to be angry at the ones behind the gun, it's just that he should be more worried about the people behind the battlefield. God, this show's politics and depictions of war are so realistic and just dead on. I could talk about it for hours.

Mustang almost went down that same path of misdirected retribution. He was so close it was literally UNDER HIS FOOT. But seeing how this affected Scar, how it affected Hughes and his fellow soldiers and Al and Ed and how it affected RIZA. Seeing how she was willing to kill herself just so *his own* destructive powers could die with her.

How Envy was just a byproduct. He was always depicted as this scary, blood-shedding, horrific creature of carnage, which *is* what he's supposed to represent, but I feel like in the moment he realized just how small Envy really was, he feels for a brief moment what it was like for Scar to learn that. It was pointless to take all his anger out on the person who was created specifically to BE a weapon - just a weapon - and nothing more. Who was created to act as a blind, uncaring soldier in a war that they don't even really have the ability to comprehend. That he should save his anger for the system that created him, the system that blinded him to the truth and never let him learn empathy. Never let him be a person Just like the dehumanization of war.

It doesn't help anyone to withhold mercy from the one who executed another's will. It would be just like Scar killing soldiers, it does NOTHING about the real issue and so he'll save it for the real man behind the slaughter.

And Jesus envy as a deconstruction of that system. Brilliant. I love it. Being so confused by the mindset of the people on the opposing side and rather than confronting the fact that maybe he was on the wrong side this whole time and confronting his humanity (philosopher's stone) and trying to remedy himself like Scar and all the other State Alchemists that fought the Ishvalan War he kills himself (also with the philosopher's stone) out of fear and a warped sense of honor and loyalty to a cause he doesn't even grasp.

That could've been Riza. That would've been her if Mustang decided to go through with killing Envy himself. If he chose selfish retribution over those affected by tragedy and government corruption. But it wasn't.

He chose to focus on the bigger picture of who's at fault instead of blindly killing out of rage.

And that is the ideal leader.

Because a tyrannical, angry leader stuck in the past is a horrible leader. It's just as bad as a cold blooded murderer, and eventually, they'll become the very thing that broke them.

He would've perpetuated the cycle.

He came **so close** to perpetuating the cycle that it's honestly terrifying.

But he didn't.

The character growth showcased here is *masterful.*

I could go on but I'd just repeat myself, I'm like a dog chasing it's tail.

Inject it into my ***veins***.

[malamira]

hey hey remember this? i'm writing it now i guess!

[shoujothoughts]

"Nothing's perfect, the world's not perfect, but it's there for us, trying the best it can."

Roy, Riza, Maes, and Elizabeth, circa 1931

[foxyslittlegarden]

Showing my bf pictures of my wife (jean havoc) and he said poly rights for Havoc+Mustang+Hawkeye he gets it this is why we're a couple.

I need to draw them.