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Hm. Sounds familiar.

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Thank you for saying this. I literally feel the same way.

I just can’t help but think about how Hawks is such a perfect example of what is wrong with the hero society. Don’t get me wrong, Hawks is literally my second favorite character. Me saying that he is something negative doesn’t in anyway imply that he is an awful character. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. However, that being said, he has so, so many faults, most of which are not entirely his fault as he was literally groomed into his hero role from such a young age.

(Please keep in mind while continuing that this will be spoiler heavy for the manga!!)

We know that Keigo lived in a not-so-happy household when he was a child. We could see that with the flashbacks with the beer bottles and the trash littered all over the floor. His father was a criminal, to which he was eventually arrested. He admired Endeavor and wanted to be just like him. However, by chance or not, Keigo was able to get the HPSC to notice him by saving a bunch of people in a car crash. Call him lucky, call him unlucky, it happened and Keigo eventually started his hero training at a really young age.

This goes into the first fault of the hero society:

Problem #1:

No matter your age, if you have a strong quirk, you will be useful

Keep in mind, Keigo was a child. He literally didn’t know any better. When the HPSC gave him the opportunity to be a hero— to be like Endeavor, of course he’s gonna wanna take it. He was a child and he was taken advantage of. While we do not know how he was treated by the HPSC, I think we can all assume that it was only slightly better (if not at all) than his previous home.

Now, after years of training, Keigo— no Hawks is what is deemed as perfect in the hero societies eyes. Everyone wants to take pictures with him, he is absolutely loved and adored. Now, at age 23, Hawks is the #2 hero.

Problem #2:

Hawks brings up statistics about the top 10 heroes

I know, that probably seems really dumb, but hear me out. Stains problem with hero society was the fact that the heroes didn’t care about being heroes anymore. They only seemed to care about their status and how they look to the general public. Hawks is literally a perfect example of that. Contrary to fanon, canon Hawks actually does avoid the public as best as he can. But when he doesnt, he is just a pretty picture. Hawks is a persona of Keigo.

Getting back on track, Hawks bringing up the hero statistics further proves that that rankings are a huge deal to heroes. Why does it have to be like that? The point is to save people, not to be ranked. The fact that he had the exact statistics memorized,, c’mon buddy, I love you but damn. This could have been all a gag and I am just overthinking it, but to me, this just further proves that status is all that matters.Their “I’ll do better next time” isn’t them doing better for the public, it’s them doing better so they could rank in the top 10.

Now, Hawks is working with Dabi. A trope that I’m sure none of us ever expected, but was definitely one of the most interesting. Which brings up my next point

Problem #3:

Hawks is morally grey

I know that there are a lot of arguments about Hawks not being as morally grey because Best Jeanist is (very possibly) still alive. However, I strongly disagree with that. I would heavily argue that Hawks is one of the most morally grey characters in the manga.

I know that Hawks killing Twice is an argument that is used a lot, so I will stem away from that and take the Endevavor v Nomu fight for example. While I don’t quite remember if there were any casualties (in this case I’m gonna say there weren’t, however if there were it would prove my argument even stronger), there was still such an immense amount of panic throughout hero society. Remember, this was also for the mission. This attack was so Hawks can gain some of Dabi’s trust and get in to the LOV. The amount of panic, the amount of fear that many were gonna die in that very moment, the amount of people coming to a realization in that moment that there is no more symbol of peace. There is only the the number 1 hero and everyone else.

I know I mentioned Twice before, but I really think that is something important to talk about. Whether you think Hawks made the right decision or not (personally I’m indifferent as I completely understand both sides), Hawks still killed a human being. Yes, he was a villain and he was super dangerous, but he still killed someone for the sake of the mission. This is very important and not something that should be brushed passed.

Initially, I started writing this a few weeks ago out of the blue because I was just so interested in Hawks’ character. However, I stopped after I came to a realization that this post was gonna be completely random and had nothing to do with the new chapters. But now, after seeing so many people talk about how Hawks is less morally grey and not as interesting because Best Jeanist is alive just,,, rubbed me the wrong way. Yes, it was one less person he killed (unless the body was someone Hawks had killed). However, Hawks is the literal personification of everything that is wrong with hero society. That is so, SO important to understand. Hero society isn’t black and white. As a hero, nonetheless a hero raised by the government, you’re gonna get your hands dirty. They weren’t going to kill one of the top heroes for the mission. Despite being morally grey, they are still good guys. Many like to put a label on all heroes and say that they’re the true villains. This is where black and white mentality comes in. No one is good and no one is bad and that’s very important to understand. This also does not take away from Hawks’ character. I’m sorry, I don’t really understand how this does?? This whole post literally explained Hawks’ whole purpose of being here. He is hero society and some of you seem to just brush past that. Remember, there is a difference between being morally grey and being a villain, and where that draws the line is completely up to you.

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Hello, i'm in love with your blog <3 Could I please request a scenario where hawks s/o is pregnant and she notices that her husband is acting a little evasive and awkward, only to find out in the end that he made a nest for her? Just like birds do! But, instead of sticks and leaves, it has blankets and pillows?

May I request a scenario with Hawks finding out that he’s going to be a father of twins?

I’m going to combine these two into one. I know I said I was going to try to focus on the requests with other character, but dangit I was exhausted at the end of yesterday, missed my class because of it, and went to bed at 6:30 and this has just been tugging on my fat lady comfort fic needs. Also,congrats, second anon, your request just got promoted to scenario!

P.S. This got a LOT longer than anticipated so I hope you enjoy it all! Also warnings for swearing.

P.P.S. Hawks calls his sweetheart angel. It’s canon. I don’t make the rules. Fight me!

Also! Someone request I continue the story, so feel free to check it out after if you liked this part.

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Ooh, as a Vegan myself, I try to be respectful of others even though I do feel passionate about the lifestyle. On to Hawks dating someone who is vegan/vegetarian, I lowkey thought it wouldn’t work. Lol. But Keigo does seem like he would be pretty understanding, and accommodating so I can see this happening. Lol The Tacos! No, I can see why you’d think about tacos honestly.

I know this has been brought up about Hawks MBTI type where people classified him as an ESTP. But I strongly feel he’s an INFJ even though he looks like an ESTP on the surface. Apparently these two get mistyped pretty often because of their initial three function stacks. Aside from that, what are your thoughts of Hawks being friends or even dating someone who is Vegan/Vegetarian?

Ooh, I said he was likely an INFJ, too!

I don't see any reason there would be much fuss around even having a partner who's vegan/vegetarian. I don't see him having any kind of issue with them choosing that lifestyle as long as they see it as their personal decision and aren't obnoxious about it (which in my personal experience is most of the vegans/vegetarians I've met).

That said, especially in the case of a partner being vegan, food preferences are a big deal when cooking meals together, let alone with someone who eats as much meat as Hawks. Especially if they're full blown vegan and no animal products are allowed at all, that can be rough at mealtime. It wouldn't even be a matter of him reacting like "Ew, vegan food gross!" because tons of delicious vegan dishes are out there; but Hawks is the kind of person to share meals, in particular, with people he likes over food that he likes (he has a favorite restaurant, remember), and his absolute favorite dishes they likely wouldn't be able to partake in with him at all. That's all but out of the mouth of the author himself at this point (I don't give it full canon status merely on the technicality that TUM is a spinoff).

For a man who's favorite food is chicken, sharing regular meals with a vegan/vegetarian wouldn't likely be a horrible sentence or anything like that, and it can all work out just fine, but little touches like a meal where the meat and animal products are prepared separately so they can both enjoy the same meal each with their own preferences (for some reason my mind instantly thinks tacos lol) because that bonding over the meal is what's actually special to him. I'm sure they'd be able to get along just fine, but especially so if his partner is just as conscious of his food preferences as he would be for theirs because I am convinced food is a love language of his.

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obviously the superior wash ship >:3

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BBQ gripes about fanon Hawks

Not even gonna put this in the character tags aside from the spoiler one I use just for the anime-onlies on my blog. I’m salty. I just wanna vent. I want to keep the general character tags fun because it was awful when I went looking for new content and found so much Not Fun material a while back; and I don’t want to become what I hate. Basic point - my blog, my vent, and unless it’s reblogged (which you are welcome to if you like) this post dies here.

Please know this isn’t a callout post or me claiming that others are being fans of Hawks “wrong” because they disagree with me. I am a huge proponent that (with very few exceptions) fiction and fandom should be free to be enjoyed, reinterpreted, or otherwise indulged in however the individual fan prefers; and if I don’t like it, I let them have their space and go do my thing elsewhere and leave them alone (hence why this not going in character tags). I just have been annoyed with the rampant mangling of Hawks’ canon  personality/characterization - that is, confusing common fanon interpretations of him with how he’s actually written/portrayed and then getting angry (like, actually-angry-spilling-into-publicly-dragging-real-people, not just disappointed) when he acts like canon Hawks in canon. Non-canon is open season and by and large has my blessing, it’s just frustrating when it gets dragged into discussions about the manga. 

This has been going on a long time, but I just want to get it out of my system in my personal space. All this is, is my “Overthinking Tumblr blogger Shakes Fist at Cloud” moment.

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Keigo Takami (Hawks) Relationship Headcanons

Warnings for discussion of trauma

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So what I’ve been doing lately is I’ve been essentially working on a few fanfiction outlines, and all those fun little details for some cohesive stories. Yep, the majority will be reader and x, and right now I’m focused on One Piece, One Punch Man, My Hero Academia, and Orenchi Furo Jijou. Yeah, I’m a little scattered.

Anyway, I have some more Headcanons coming next week for One Punch Man. 😉

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Mirio Isn’t a Flirt (In Canon!)

Y’all - I love Mirio Togata, you probably know I do. But…

I cannot stand what some portion of the fandom has done to him.

There, I said it.

We got one camp over here that insists he’s canonically a player, a f*ckboy basically, which all stemmed from someone on TikTok claiming this was a fact and even said Horikoshi confirmed it.

Well, some other MHA fans who have been in love with Mirio since his manga-exclusive days like me, since 2017, thought that this was pretty sus, decided to discuss this, and did an in-depth investigation (cue soundtrack)

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if garou had a twitter lol 

based off one of my fav memes :-3   

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if garou had a twitter lol 

based off one of my fav memes :-3   

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General Metal Bat Headcanons

1. Bad probably gets asked about his name pretty often. Mostly asked because people have a hard time believing him that he was legit named Bad.

2. He probably beat up a few people for teasing him about his name, mostly because they thought his parents was on something for naming him Bad. Can you imagine the kids in primary up to junior high saying, “What kind of idiot names their kid, Bad? How stupid!” (His mother named him. Lol)

3. And what happened after…Bet he made sure no one teased him about his name ever again...

4. I feel like Bad likely had some ridiculously tough parents. Tough as in these two were some STRONG people both mentally, and physically. But they were pretty balanced as parents who made sure to teach him, and Zenko good values.

5. His father is likely his inspiration on manhood — being a respectful, and dutiful man with conviction. I would think his father was the type of guy who look like he could kill with his looks, and was a man who said only what needed to be said. But he’s a big ol’ softie, especially around his family that it can be a stunning contrast.

6. So consider him just being an average working man who everyone was certain he was this jacked up Yakuza looking dude only to find out he’s the best guy to work with, and much kinder, and the most helpful person than people originally thought.

7. It’s just that he’s a big dude who rarely smiles. He always smiles for his kids, and wife though. Oh, he simps hard for his family.

8. But papa is a good guy with a simple background. Can’t help that he’s a big dude with a serious looking face.

9. And Bad’s mom? She was a traditionally pretty housewife; unassuming, and sweet looking. But don’t mess with her family or you’re 🔪😵. Maybe not literally dead, but do you really want to test a mother who knew every possible way to hurt someone? She was capable of physical feats you didn’t think she’d be capable of. Otherwise, she was as sweet as could be, and impressive with finding ways to save money or earn more money.

10. Mama was no weakling, and she knew way too many people that it was borderline scary. We may never know about her connections. But she’s more sociable than her husband.

11. I think Bad’s mom may have some tattoos on her back or somewhere on her body that her kids don’t know about. She’d be a mystery, a petite mystery y’all wouldn’t want to mess with. Trust me.

12. One would have to wonder if she has any associations with the Yakuza? The world may never know…

13. Her son Bad, and anyone who knows her knew not to test her patience. If she said get your butt downstairs for breakfast, you better not dawdle.

14. As for Bad, he’s learned from his parents how to be a gentleman with a healthy dose of respect of equality. Which is why, just because you’re a girl, does not excuse you from being a menace to others. Bad will, and does make this clear. Aside from that, he has no problem being respectful.

15. And it’s clearly shown with Tatsumaki. He was not afraid of her nor would he deal with her bullshit just because she’s a woman, and a powerful psychic…She can get the bat too if she think he won’t do shit.

16. If you’re an inconsiderate jerk, he’ll check you on your nonsense— or bash your head in if you have no regard for other people.

17. Despite his bad boy persona, he actually doesn’t break the rules. He just has a low tolerance for certain types of behaviors, and acts from people.

18. I think Bad does have some fan girls, and there are plenty of girls who think he’s awesome. But its rare for him to get love confession letters. Most of his fans are guys around his age or younger saying the same thing about him being cool.

19. Even if he did get a confession letter, he’d likely turn them down for the time being since adding dating to his life is just another complication he doesn’t want to deal with for now.

20. Not that he’s uninterested in dating, but he has his little sister to consider, and to care for. Being a hero is already complicated even if it’s arguably the simplest out of anything he has to do in his life excluding school. Oh, and eventually he’ll have to seriously think about the future; it’s all a bit too much to think about along with being a good boyfriend, too?

21. And Bad is a simple guy who hates complicated things. If the method ain’t broke, there no need to fix it, right?

22. That’s why beating monsters to a pulp with his bat works for him. It’s too the point, and it gets the job done. Also, it’s the best way to get his pent up anger out especially when he’s having a bad day.

23. Bad SUCKS at studying. It’s too much stuff to remember, solve, and…Just give him something that’s straightforward. Although many people do seriously think he’s just a brainless brute...He at least has some common sense, and street smarts…Just no complicated plans, its not his thing.

24. He’s an all action type of guy who does what he say he will.

25. He’s also not detail oriented, and prefers the most direct method to solve problems. He’ll have some solid insight, and is perceptive. But he’s simple-minded, and direct.

26. He might be a thug, but he has good manners. He was raised well.

27. Bad might have came from a decent family, and had a decent economic background. But don’t waste food, don’t waste money, and be respectful. So, it should be pretty evident that he doesn’t like spoiled inconsiderate, people.

27. He has no interest in going to college. At least for now he has no interest in pursing education beyond high school. He‘s still attending high school because he can at least honor his parents wishes to finish even though he’s disinterested.

28. Now if Zenko wants to go to college, Bad would be so excited for her, and a big crybaby because at some point Zenko will be all grown up. He wants to spoil her as much as he can.

29. By the time Zenko is ready, Bad is going to go overboard making sure she has everything she needed like the doting big brother you’d expect him to be.

30. But any boys who attempt to court Zenko better be on their toes, he’ll screen every last boy like his father likely would for the best guy because his sister deserves the best.

31. This may get on Zenko’s nerves when she’s older. But Bad is old fashion when it comes to dating, and one could never be too careful in his eyes.

32. And if a guy can’t treat his sister as well as she’s been treated, he won’t get far. Lol

33. Last but not least, Bad’s hair smells nice from the shampoo, and the products he uses. I bet his hair is silky soft.

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General Garou Headcanons

1. We all know that Garou was that kid sitting off somewhere to himself, reading comics, and animal books, and anything pertaining to science. He was actually pretty nerdy as a kid, and still is despite his true self hidden underneath that tough exterior.

2. Likely hates vegetables, but eats a salad to be healthy.

3. Garou likely wanted to go into the science field, specifically studying animals or bugs.

4. He was probably quite smart, and did well in school. While he might not have been the top academic performer, studying wasn’t particularly hard since he didn’t have trouble retaining information.

5. Garou might have had a crush or two pre hero hunting. His first being a cute girl perceived as the sweet one who ultimately showed she liked popular boys.

6. He was a really sweet, and empathetic kid.

7. I seriously doubt Garou during his hero hunting would think about dating, and shouldn’t. He’s a psychological mess.

8. His parents probably divorced or separated, and he stayed primarily with his father who had the mentality that boys shouldn’t cry or be sensitive.

9. Garou probably resents his father, and had a falling out with him.

10. Probably left his father’s home as soon as he turned 17. Not that it mattered because he was out at random times, doing whatever it was he was doing.

11. He doesn’t like Sourface because he finds him annoying.

12. Forgets about Charanko because he’s a scaredy cat, and unremarkable.

13. Garou always wanted to be a big brother. He like the idea of teaching his younger sibling(s) everything he knows.

14. His father is scared of him, and had referred to him as a monster.

15. He has an adorable laugh when he laughs genuinely.

16. I doubt Garou graduated high school.

17. This boy can run on three hours of sleep.

18. He doesn’t snore, and is a light sleeper. 19. Tareo is the closes Garou has to an actual friend.

20. He is lonely to some degree, but is fine even if he‘d like a friend or two he can trust.

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Gift of Appreciation: Roy & Reader

Disclaimer: I, LilDeviantMuse will not claim Fullmetal Alchemist which is a brand associated with Funimation and their subsidiaries including it's creator Hiromu Arakawa. Gift of Appreciation: Roy Mustang and Reader As your black heels click against the white tiles, your hips sway seductively while you stroll through the main hall of the main headquaters. From the corner of your eyes, a couple of male soldiers pause in their stride from the opposite end of the hallway. Their eyes follow you intently as you pass by them - a soft whistle emanating from behind you. Still sauntering down the hall, you smirk smugly with an extra bounce to your step and a sly wink aimed at the men. Rounding a corner, you halt in front of a Oakwood desk inside a large room then grin widely at a woman with her blonde hair pulled into a neat bun; Riza Hawkeye. You knew her as Roy's right hand, and a woman with a high level of professionalism. However, on a personal level, she was a very hard woman to read but you liked her as a person. She made sure Roy stayed out of trouble, and you knew that man attracted trouble like ants to spilled honey. Holding the receiver of a rotary phone to her ear, the woman nods then glances up at you. She hums while gesturing with her eyes to the double doors behind her. Winking at her, you mouth “Thanks, Riza” then move toward the doors. Placing both of your hands on them, you push gently. A squeak cuts through the silence of the office, and you pause at the entrance the moment you see your ebony-haired boyfriend hunched over at his desk. His form hidden behind mountains of paperwork as he scribbles furiously on an unseen document. Closing the doors behind you, you cross your arms over your bosom and clear your throat with a tilt of your head. “What is it, Hawkeye,” he questions without glancing up from his papers. Biting your lip, you resist the urge to chuckle. Instead, you slowly unbutton the first three buttons of your trench coat and stride toward him. Keeping your eyes focused on him, you continue to unbutton your coat further revealing a hint of red lace underneath. “I had some very tentalizing ideas I was pondering and I was hoping you would help me with those ideas Brigadier General Roy Mustang. Perhaps start with you at the desk...Maybe spanking me for being such a naughty, and defiant little subordinate. I've always wanted to be punished by the great Flame Alchemist, ” you say to him in a husky voice then grin, trying hard to keep a straight face. Roy closes his eyes as he puts his pen down on his desk. He rises from his desk with a grin then places his hands on either side of his desk. “You know, I spank pretty hard,” he retorts. “I want make sure you remember how bad you're behaving,” he glances up and stares intensely at you. “Lieutenant,” he lifts a dark eyebrow as he says your name huskily. He often referred to you as Lieutenant when your profession has no connection to the military; it was merely a fantasy the two of you indulged yourselves in from time to time. Now with your lingerie fully exposed to him, you lick your lips and place your hands on top of his desk. “Promises, promises Brigadier General Mustang. You know, with your hair slicked back like that, it makes me want to yank your head back and --” Roy chuckles then walks around his desk. He positions himself behind you then grabs your jaw firmly – pulling your ear close to his warm lips. Sliding his hand down your side, he grips your hip and pulls it flush against his, hinting at his growing erection. “Oh, I'll do that to you regardless,” he whispers against your ear then slowly licks the shell of your ear with the tip of his tongue. “Remember what this tongue is capable of Lieutenant...Where my tongue will touch and how loudly I'll make you scream with just my tongue,” he teases with a playful nip to your ear. A soft moan escapes your lips as the delicious imagination roams wildly in the forefront of your mind. Between your legs, the lace fabric starts to soak from the warm juices flowing freely like honey. “Just YOU wait...Let me sit on your lap and we'll see who screams the loudest.” You shift one of your hands and grip his pants while slowly rolling your butt against his crotch and moaning a little louder, mixing it with breathy groans. Licking your lips, you turn your head slightly and flick your tongue out at his lips then grin impishly when he attempts to suppress a low moan in his throat. “Come on, lets have a contest to see who can make who scream louder this time.” Roy studies you for a moment with a contemplative expression. “My doors aren't sound proof.” “Your girlfriend walked into your office with a trench coat and heels. I'm pretty sure they already know you're going to be fucking your girlfriend senseless in your office. Besides, who the hell is going to tell you not to?” You stare at him with the same impish smile. Without another word, he bends you over a bit roughly on his desk – scattering the papers all over the floor. He lifts the bottom of your trench coat, slips off his gloves and tosses them to the side with little regard. As you glance back, he pulls your panties to the side and slips two of his fingers deep inside you. Squeaking gently, your fingers scratch the desk as you hold back a moan. “Roy,” you murmur lovingly and spread your legs a bit to allow him better access. “So what's the occasion, Lieutenant,” Roy inquires darkly as he slowly slides is fingers in repeatedly inside you, staying mindful to massage your G-spot. He lifts one of your legs, angling your body so that you lay on your side and your breasts bob freely from the motion of his thrusting fingers. Gasping, you glance up at him with a heated gaze – defiantly holding back a moan despite the sensation of your walls tightening up around his digits. “Must I play your secretary, too?” Roy grins as he twiddles the tip of his fingers against your G-spot, now ceasing the thrusting of his fingers. “I do like seeing you in a tiny mini-skirt and doing everything that I ask,” his grins toothily at you then licks his lips as if you were a perfectly cooked grade A steak, and he a hungry wolf ready to devour you. His other hand shifts to your buttocks and he squeezes, smiling the moment you clench your eyes shut. “You would,” you respond in a squeak with your cheek pressed against his desk and your calf draped over his shoulder. The lower half of your body tingles as if jolts of electricity shoots through your hips. Your muscles contract tightly around his fingers which slides inside you with your juices gliding down your thigh. You curse under your breath as you start to drool a little, and your body shivers from the waves of pleasure. “Roy...” You murmur, holding back a little hiss. “I just wanted to show how much I appreciate you for your birthday.” Closing his eyes, he smiles blissfully for a moment then slides his fingers out and brings them to his face. “You always know exactly what to get me.” Huffing and puffing, you glance up at him quizzically – your muscles still twitching from the recently unfinished climax. Pushing you on your back with one hand, Roy examines the white sticky goo between his fingers by stretching them apart. You also watch, inwardly contemplating what was going through his mind while looking at the substance he helped create by fingering you. Pulling his fingers close to his lips, he licks them as his eyes flickers to yours half-lidded. He sucks on his fingers slowly, sticking his tongue in between as a gesture for what's to come next. He groans deep in his throat, savoring your essence as if it is gourmet candy. “Spread your legs nice and wide so I can taste you.” With your skin searing hot, you obey by spreading your legs and laying flat on your back. However, with a devilish grin, you lift your legs then grip your ankles exposing yourself despite the lace panties still covering a portion of your womanhood. Roy chuckles airly then bends down until his is eye level with your hips. “Always the over-achiever, aren't you?” “Oh, just like you, you mean?” You tease despite knowing what is coming next. “But you still left me in my coat and panties, so you must not be --” Pulling your panties to the side,  he swirls his tongue in tiny circles against your swollen nub then slides his fingers half-way inside eliciting a moan from you. He traces the letter R against the nub while pushing his fingers deeper inside at a steady pace. You squirm a little and your hip rises slightly, but you bite your lip to control another moan lingering in your throat. Slowly, Roy pumps his fingers inside you as he traces the letter O on your nub and your hips rises slightly from the desk once more. His fingers massages the ceiling of your womanhood steadily as he traces the letter Y – lapping your minora gingerly then sucking on the entirety of your clitoris. Resisting the urge to drop an F bomb, you grip his hair and breath heavily as your hips start to move on it's own. Roy holds your hips in place, and continues spelling the rest of his name out in the same fashion – thrusting his fingers deeper and more firmly against your G-spot. With each letter of his name, you squirm more with an arch in your back and your toes curling desperately. Every tingle increasing with intensity as if his tongue delivered currents of electricity – each one a higher voltage than the last. Wiggling his fingers against your G-spot, he glides his tongue between your southern lips then sucks on your clitoris mercilessly while groaning his pleasure. Every extremity on your body tingle until they became numb. Between your legs became the most sensitive to the point it became unbearable and when you thought you could hold it back, the loudest moan rips from your lips as you call out “ROY! SHIT!” White spots floods your vision as your body bridges from the desk, and pleasure rocks your body into a convulsing mess, juices flowing freely against Roy's mouth who hungrily laps up every drop. As you continue to convulse, he lifts your hips up higher, removing his fingers from inside you and replacing it with tongue. With just your shoulders and head on the desk, he stares deep into your eyes while still hungrily sucking and licking between your legs. “Why are you so merciless?” You hoarsely scream at him then moan and half scream when he thrusts his tongue inside you. His tongue reaches halfway, but he does so steadily while working his lips against your lower lips. He was mouthing something yet you couldn't make out what he was saying due to the haze of your first orgasm. Pulling his tongue out, he gives your lips a final lick as he stares at you then grins. “I'm just enjoying my present as thoroughly as possible.” He licks his lips then lowers your body until you are on your back again. He takes a step back and gestures at your lingerie with his eyes. “I want to see the rest of my present.” Swallowing hard, you rise into a sitting position then shrug off your coat. The coat falls around your hips, giving Roy a full visual of the red lace two piece – his favorite of your collection and you knew as a reminder his pants risen just how much he loved the two piece. Smirking confidently, you stand to your feet and stroll toward him with an extra sway to your hips. Pressing your breasts against his chest, and lifting your leg against his hip while purposely pressing your crotch against his firmly, you drape your arms over his shoulders and pull him close. Lowering your eyes toward his lips, you flick your tongue of his lips playfully then glance up at him. “So how do you want to unwrap me, Brigadier General Roy Mustang,” you ask him purposefully saying his title slowly while staring him in the eyes. Holding your leg up, he leans in and tentatively kisses your lips. He pulls back then kisses you again. Pulls back again then stares into your eyes for a moment lovingly then cups the back of your neck and kisses you deeply while hoisting your body up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he guides the both of you back to his desk, laying you down and scattering the rest of the papers onto the floor. The hand that was on your neck slides down one of your shoulders and pulls down the thin strap. The two of you groan into the kiss, both of your tongues sliding each others mouths grinding with increasing hunger. Roy pulls away and he pecks your lips followed by a trail of kisses down your jaw, to your neck  , and to your shoulders. He bites the other strap, and pulls it down with his teeth until the fabric slides off your now exposed breasts. With the cool air, your nipples perk up instantly and Roy wastes no time sucking one nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Lifting your chin, you close your eyes briefly and grab the back of his head while pulling him closer with your legs. “Mmm, I like it when you suck them like that.” Roy bites your nipple gently then rolls it between his teeth as he starts to thrust his erection against you. With his other hand, he gropes your other breast and roughly palms the other nipple as he squeezes your plump mound. Moaning airily, and rolling your hips against his in matching rhythm, you continue to hold his head in place as he alternates between biting, sucking and a languid rolling of his tongue around your nipple. He switches to pinching your other nipple then rolling it between his fingers all while steadily thrusting his erection between your southern lips. “Roy,” you say his name with a heavy breath. “Won't you get your suit sticky?” Removing his mouth from your swollen nipple, he grins at you. “It's a little late for that when I started to eat you out,” he informed. Realization hit you and you grin confidently at his admission. “Is that so?” Roy's left eyebrow pops up as he stares at you. “You really want me to punish you, don't you? Maybe I'll take out the vibrator when I get home later.” Your cheeks heat up from the thought of it. “You're evil!” Roy laughs. “But you love it when I am. Now stay still so I can take your panties off.” “Fingers?” You joke with a playful wink. As he crouches down then places your legs over his shoulders, he flicks his tongue out then licks his pearly whites. Amused at your owlish gaze, he lowers his head then slips his tongue underneath the right strap of your panties. He sucks the fabric into his mouth then pulls them all the way down to your ankles with his teeth. With your heels still on, you slip your foot through the holes of your panties and Roy tosses the garments to the side. He stands back up, and starts undoing the top part of his uniform then his pants with both of the garments falling to the floor. More articles of his clothing falls on the floor followed by his underwear and the top part of your lingerie, leaving both of you completely nude...Excluding the heels he insisted that you keep on. “Freak,” you say jokingly when he lifts your left ankle then kisses it. He whispers against your ankle. “Give a man a beautiful naked woman with heels on, and he's at your command.” Grinning, you lower your eyes at his hard-on briefly, lick your lips then look back up at him. “Then bark for me,” you joke. Roy leans down and purposefully presses his erection against the entrance of your womanhood. The tip easing inside as he comes nose to nose with you – his lips brushing against yours. “Woof,” he responds then slowly pushes himself deep inside you without looking away. Stretching around his girth, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Angling your head slightly, you open your mouth and slip your tongue into his mouth as he start thrusting deeply into you while groaning along with you. Gripping your hips, Roy thrusts as deeply as he possibly can, his hips slapping against your buttocks with the sounds of love making echoing within his office. Your breasts jiggle with each thrust as your moans become louder. He lifts you up into the air, carefully supporting you then presses your body against the nearest wall as he increases the tempo of his strokes and angling his shaft by ensuring to hit your special spot. He pulls his lips away and hungrily kisses along your neck then bites a bit roughly, eliciting a yelp followed by another moan. Scratching his back lightly, you hold him closer while sucking and biting on his earlobe. Moaning against his ear while attempting to match his thrusting, your walls clench his shaft. “You're so thick inside me.” “And you feel so amazing,” Roy responds back with a loud groan. He presses your hips flush against the wall then grabs your hands. “Keep your legs around me,” he commands. You oblige but shift your body slightly so your perfectly supported on his hips. Removing your hands from his shoulders, Roy interlaces his fingers with yours then lifts your hands above your head and pins them to the wall without dropping his momentum. He moans your name then captures your lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning into his mouth, your body undulates against his – sweat pouring between your bodies in an animalistic dalliance. The sound of flesh slapping frantically at this point for the pinnacle of release, tongues swirling in an attempt at dominance with dizzying arousal and loins buzzing and aching to the point that both you and Roy start to convulse and shiver from the inevitable climax. Thrusting your hips desperately against his, the waves of pleasure started to crash against your loins in sweet agony. Every single each of your body is a buzz...It felt so close that your mind started to see nothing but white as flashes of gold appear before your eyes. You pull your lips away and start screaming as the pressure started to become overwhelming. “Roy!” “Roy! Roy! Roy! I'm cumming,” you scream as you struggle against his grip. Roy groans your name loudly as he starts thrusting erratically into you – warmth spilling into you as you scream in ecstasy as your hips twitches then goes almost painfully numb. “FUCK,” the two of you swear loudly. Roy's thrusting comes to a slow halt, now flaccid yet still buried between your legs. He rests his forehead against yours, both of your breaths intermingled as you attempt to steady your ragged breathing. With his dark eyes glued to yours, he smiles weakly at you. “You still scream louder,” he tells you breathlessly. “Fuck you. You screamed louder this time, too,” you joke. “I didn't even get a chance to give you a blowjob,” you glare at him while trying hard not to laugh at how incredibly vulgar you are right now. Roy smirks at you. “I won't entertain that comment like I normally would. But if you want to re-do it, I'll gladly give you that chance. But you looked so sexy I couldn't wait to dig in.” He kisses your nose. “I know how you taste,” he kisses your cheeks, “and I know how you feel wrapped around me, squeezing me so tightly as if you're trying to milk me for everything I'm worth...I love the way you feel.” He kisses your lips and slowly thrusts inside you tentatively. “I'm getting hard again just thinking about round two.” Licking your lips after his kisses you, you grin. “You are never going to get any work done.” “I'll have Riza do it,” Roy says as he kisses your lips again, momentarily pausing with his thrusting. “She's going to shoot you for pushing your paper work on her one day,” you joke. Roy pouts playfully. “But I'm the birthday boy.” Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you chuckle. “Also the Brigidier General which means more work...But I'll come relieve you and make you relax and much as possible.” Roy stares at you seriously. “That means you need to be here four...No, five days out of the week.” Loosening his grip on your hands, you lightly slap his shoulder with an incredulous stare. Roy switches his hands to hold you in place. “If I do that, you will NEVER get anything done.” Roy just grins. “You said you'd come relieve me as much as possible, two more rounds today since I worked on my birthday and consecutive sex for the rest of the week. I'm a very stressed man.” “You're also a very horny General.” “And you're a  very horny woman,” he grins smugly at you then grips your chin and kisses you deeply. Giggling against his lips, you whisper “Happy birthday horny general,” while wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, and deepening the kiss. Meanwhile, Riza shakes her head as various soldiers crowd her desk, some collectively asking if Roy is available to speak while, expressing how badly they need to talk with him. However, Riza sighs and brushes the men off. “Right now, he's busy with a special guest.” “Special guest?”Three of the male soldiers ask. Riza stares at them dryly. “Yes, special guest.” she emphasizes the word special then gestures for them to leave with her eyes. “It may be for another hour, but he will come looking for you when he's done.” The soldiers glance at each other then sigh in resignation before turning and leaving the office. With a final sigh, Riza shakes her head. “Those two better hurry up soon or else people will start barging in next time.” ~Fin~ A/N:  Finally, a lemon I promised to write. I stayed up for a while writing this with the bits of energy and inspiration allowing me to have my idea fully bloom. Now, on to the next story!