#and then to paused because they have a mark for a sadism demon and an empathy daemon

[free-boundsoul]

What if being a d(a)emon's charge came with a physical mark on the body?

[hanatiny]

Cry For Your King

gif by @barnesbabee​ ♡

a/n: ‘tis finally done, part two of Bow To Your King - read that first if you haven’t yet! hope CFYK lives up to the quality of its predecessor~

pairing: demon king!Hongjoong x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2469

warnings: sir kink, pet names, teasing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation is mentioned, dacryphilia, extremely vaguely implied exhibitionism, implied breeding kink, implied corruption kink, very slight possessive undertones, reader acts like a brat for a solid 0.5 seconds, Joong has piercings & tattoos (the latter are only briefly mentioned), brief mention of unconventional toys, strong language

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You officially married Hongjoong and were crowned as the queen of the underworld not too long after the 'incident' in the throne room. That must've been nearly two years ago now, you mused.

In human years, anyway - you were quick to be told that time flowed differently, much slower, in the underworld. And you felt it too, because while two years weren't much, you did notice that days and nights both felt much longer than they used to.

You certainly weren't complaining about it, in any case, because it meant more time to spent with your demon lover, whom you've been trying to find for a good while.

He had adamantly been avoiding you for the past week and if you did run into him outside of your shared bed late at night, he'd be pressing his lips together tightly and making up nonsensical excuses to not kiss you on top of that.

You figured he was just extra busy but you were still fed up, to say the least.

Your husband has been avoiding you and, as his closest confidant next to you, so has Seonghwa, and nobody you asked could give you anything more than a shrug as an answer as to why this was the case.

With a pout on your face, you huffed as you sat down on your large bed.

If Hongjoong wasn't going to spend time with you, a nap seemed like the most logical thing to do considering you didn't really have anything else to occupy yourself with presently.

You rolled over on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to cover your body as you curled up into a ball. You tossed and turned but you weren’t able to catch much rest, especially not once you felt the mattress dip behind you before a calloused hand ghosted over your hip.

You knew who the hand belonged to, body going rigid as you inhaled sharply.

"I know you're awake, darling...~" Your husband's sultry voice whispered near your ear, coaxing a soft whine from you in response.

Your refusal to react, even if you failed in your endeavor, amused him greatly. After all, it was only a matter of time.

Hongjoong knew you better than you knew yourself; he knew which buttons to push to make you break, to make you tremble beneath his touch and moan his name loud enough for everyone in the castle to hear.

He leaned in and allowed his lips to brush over the exposed skin of your shoulder near the demon mark on your collarbone, letting them curve into a grin when he felt you jolt and shiver from the brief contact.

“Easy there, honey. It’s just me~” He purred into your ear and you whined once more, louder this time.

“It’s not just you, Hongjoongie,” you pouted with a huff, his expression softening momentarily at the nickname as he nudged you to turn onto your back, compliance almost immediate, “You’ve been avoiding me for the past week and a half, why-”

Hongjoong hushed you with a finger to your lips, his eyes widening before he regained his composure when you kitten licked at his digit.

“All in due time, love. You shall find out about my motives soon, very soon as a matter of fact~” You could practically hear smugness and sadism both dripping from his voice, and it sent another shiver through your body while he pulled his finger back before replacing it with his lips briefly, but not long enough for you to be able to distinguish the foreign sensation that clung to your husband’s lips.

When he pulled the blanket away from you and let it fall off the bed, he licked his lips and his eyes flashed their signature red as he shifted himself to kneel between your instinctively spread legs.

Suddenly, you understood. You understood why Hongjoong kept avoiding you while he smirked knowingly, pausing his actions to allow you to process

Thanks to the passionate glow of his irises, you were able to clearly see the jewelry surrounding your husband’s mouth.

In hindsight, you mentally chastised yourself for neither seeing nor putting two and two together beforehand - it should’ve been clear to you that the reason you and your lips were being avoided for so long was that Hongjoong had gotten a variety of piercings and was allowing them to heal.

Snake bites, a lip ring as well as a stud decorating his tongue that you spotted when the organ darted out to moisten his lips.

"Like what you see, princess~?" Your surprise must have been palpable, if the gallivant edge in his tone was anything to go by.

“I like what I’m seeing immensely, but I thought my title was queen~?” You teased, although immediate regret settled deep in your gut when Hongjoong tilted his head to the side slightly and gave a crooked smirk.

“Not when you act like a spoiled brat entitled to me and my attention, it isn’t. Now part those pretty legs for me more, like I know you want to...~”

You shuddered, but stubbornly refused to budge.

“Ah, I see how it is. Precious little brat thinks she’s in charge hm~?” He growled savagely, the red hue of his eyes darkening dramatically as he clicked his tongue.

“Stupid mistake... Do you even deserve to get what has been prepared for you specifically? Or would you rather just have me watch you fuck yourself on my sceptre, which I’m aware you’ve been wanting to do when I’m not around~?”

Mouth agape, you were left stunned at Hongjoong's words while his lips curled into a triumphant grin.

From the very first day on you had been told to tread carefully, that he had eyes and ears anywhere even if you weren't aware of them till the moment of truth came, that he'd know your every secret eventually.

You didn't believe in that at the time but you definitely did now and you knew there was no point in denial, so you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth and wordlessly, finally, did as told.

Hongjoong purred in approval, his hands ghosting over the skin of your already trembling thighs. He had one more ace of his sleeve, a literal one at that, but he’d save that for another time.

“So you can follow the orders you’re given... My good little kitten wants only Sir, doesn’t she? Wants him more than anything and anyone else hm~?” His voice sounded taunting and deep near your ear.

You didn’t even realize you had closed your eyes until they shot open moments later in surprise when you felt Hongjoong’s hot breath fanning over your ear. “Well~?”

You nodded frantically with a small whimper, growing needier for him as the seconds ticked by, and you knew he could tell. He always could. “Y-yes! Only want Sir, nothing and noone could satisfy me like him~”

Hongjoong chuckled endearingly, amused by how your voice betrayed you, “Sir’s the only one for you my darling, the only one worthy of having you like this.”

You enjoyed the possessive growl that followed as it sent a shiver down your spine, your husband’s eyes flickering with mischief in response while he shuffled downwards to settle between your legs, his face close to your throbbing core this time.

His fingers carefully pushed up the hem of your nightdress and hooked into the waistband of your panties before pulling them off with ease, his eyes twinkling in amusement as they rose to meet yours.

“So cute how wet you are for me already... This worked up about just a few piercings~”

You whined, feeling caught as your cheeks flushed in half embarassment and half arousal while he let a finger glide smoothly over your slick folds with featherlight touches.

"My darling wants me to make her feel good, doesn't she?" You could essentially hear the taunting grin in his words, your reply coming out more high-pitched than intended.

"I-I do~!"

"'I-I do' what, baby?" His tone was mocking and it felt like your face had figuratively caught on fire.

You had to actively swallow your pride to answer; while it wasn't particularly unusual for you to beg for his touch, Hongjoong hardly ever forced you to do it like this.

"I want Sir to make me feel good, please it's been so long...!"

Although meek and breathy, the way you pleaded appeased Hongjoong. He brushed his thumb over your swollen clit, and you jerked in reaction as he chuckled lowly.

“So sensitive...~”

“Only f-for Sir...~” Came your weak reply, and Hongjoong’s expression softened deceivingly before you felt his plush lips press lightly against your nub, the cold feeling of the metal contrasting the warmth of his skin and sending a shiver rushing down your spine.

Based on your reactions so far he knew you weren’t ready for what was to come, his lips curling into a sadistic grin while he trailed gentle kisses down your slit before stopping right at your entrance.

At times like this you cursed the fact that he let his hair grow out a bit over the years, as it tickled your inner thighs teasingly and it took every ounce of self control you had within you to not squirm violently from how sensitive you were.

You dared to tentatively lift your head to see why Hongjoong appeared to be hesitating, only for it to drop back to where it was onto the pillow underneath as your lips trembled before finally parting in a vulnerable mewl when his tongue slipped inside of your entrance.

It amazed you time and time again how he had become such an expert in pleasuring you with just his tongue or fingers, sometimes with both at the same time.

He lapped at your sex as if he was a starved man, moaning exaggeratedly at your taste for good measure, and it brought you to a sort of bliss you rarely felt so intensely.

Your soft cries grew louder every time his tongue dipped in between your dripping folds, and when he then paused to look at you, right before you could come undone for him, Hongjoong swore he almost came in his pants at the sight.

Your chest heaving with ragged breaths, your lips parted in sinful whines caused by the sudden lack of stimulation and your hair was sprawled out messily around your head. But to Hongjoong, the most beautiful part of it all was the tears that welled up in your hazy eyes. He knew you well enough to know they were tears of pleasure, and knowing that he caused them was enough to make his dick twitch as you begged for him.

His previously innocent, soft-spoken darling had become someone who'd ask for the pleasure he provided for you and the way he filled you up so often he might as well think you were addicted.

Your sobs only served to fuel his thoughts more, "P-please Sir, need to cum so bad! Please~!"

"God..." He groaned, willing his instinct to just go ahead and fuck you into the mattress until your voice became hoarse from screaming to take a backseat in his mind.

"You're so gorgeous, angel. I could do this to you all goddamn night...~" Hongjoong's purr both unsettled and excited you, causing a gasp to sound in your throat as he went back to working on your aching heat.

You didn't know what the foreign sensation was this time until you felt Hongjoong smirk against you and slip his tongue as deep inside of you as he possibly could.

You didn't know how it worked, or where he hid the remote if there even was one, but didn't care in the slightest - his tongue piercing could vibrate.

He proceeded to bring you right to the edge with it, to the point of needing a single touch to hit your orgasm, back down only to build you up again with his expertly technique.

Two or three times, you weren't exactly sure how many times he repeated the process. All you knew was that tears were now streaming down your face unhindered, your body trembling and writhing in pleasure.

"That's right, baby... I want you to cry only for me, cry for your king..~!" Hongjoong's voice sounded so breathy and borderline erotic, it made you believe he was getting off on the sight of your tears alone.

And he did get off on it. So much so in fact that he pulled away from your pulsing core, afraid he would be unable to control himself much longer and wouldn’t be able to cum inside of you like he wanted to.

You whimpered, starting to get fed up with the amount of edging your lover had already done that night. “Sir-”

“Hush, kitten.” He interrupted you with a growl, although you frankly couldn’t say that you minded, “You’ll be allowed to cum soon~ But not on Sir’s tongue...”

You tilted your head at his words as he trailed off, your bottom lip jutting out in a mildly confused pout. He groaned under his breath, muttering about how you’d be the death of him sooner or later while he busied himself with freeing his painfully hard cock from his pants, thankful that your shared bedroom was dark enough for you to not see the black ink peeking out from underneath his sleeve, even with the faint moonlight shining through the window.

It was something for you to get excited about later, he mused, before positioning himself above you and lining his tip up with your entrance. Your hands balled into fists in anticipation, bunching up the sheets in the process.

Before Hongjoong could finally enter you and give both you and himself the relief you so desperately craved, however, the door creaked open. Your husband didn’t have to turn around to know who intruded, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I just heard y/n crying and thought-”

“Well I think you should leave, Seonghwa.” Hongjoong bit back, clearly annoyed at the older man’s intrusion of such an intimate moment.

“I-”

“I told you to get the fuck out if you want to keep your head on your shoulders past tonight...” Afraid he would be in genuine trouble if he didn’t obey, Seonghwa slammed the door shut again.

“Now, where were we-”

You swore you could see Hongjoong’s form shaking with rage at the comment he heard next, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t serve to fuel your arousal even more.

“Oh by the way, he got his dick pierced too.”

You blinked up at your husband with wide eyes while his cheeks flushed, the man once again grateful for the darkness of the room hindering your ability to see.

“You what?!”

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Usurper Chapter 1: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

Note: This story has been in my head since I rewatched the FMA brotherhood of the Freezing Alchemist which I wonder how Issac become an anti-government radical and how the Ishaval War affected him, which we know little of it (Well I guess Arawaka's storytelling came in at best, as she mentioned in fragments) and given he is a one-off villain gave some ideas, so I approach it differently like Joseph Conard’s Heart of Darkness on his view of war. Well, it is very different from my Violet Evergarden Fanfic as it is more of an epic piece than a character study. And oh I enjoyed writing Kimblee surprisingly (despite liking the Elrics) as his mercurial character is a good challenge for me. Anywya I post it up on Fanfiction whcih I hope you will like it :)

Chapter 1: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

Amidst the shadows, a spy quickly ran into the telephone booth and called him. “It is the Freezing Alchemist, he has a few men down.."

Roy replied cooly “Oh, an old friend of mine…hmm..Issac…” as he looked through the confidential documents,possessing Issac’s records,one of them being his withdrawal letter as ordinated by Bradley himself  “Well I cannot handle all of the dirty work, maybe I should get the pipsqueak to help us out…” somehow Roy watched the formations of ice caved over the city, seems his task seem bigger than he thinks. Quietly he rung up the line “Call the Elric Brothers, we have a radical to catch.."

Issac blinked his eyes slightly as he watched the prison guards moved rhythmically back and forth, one seems to be in the humdrum of their duties, an avenue of escape, after all, they did not endure the hardships of the Ishval war, a terrible war which he wished to forget, but never. 

A quiet moment of a guard forgetting about his duty and covered the dull prison, covering the room with cigarette smoke, his hands gripped his neck and soon steam came across the room. He watched his face with indifference dictated in the war he was birthed too, the face of horror and terror. He shut his eyes closing out his final thoughts of his victim, for answers is what he is hungering for.

His eyes opened again. His body collapsed to the ground. He quietly took his coat and draped over his broad shoulders. The underbelly of the prison is nothing in comparison to the trenches of war, as he walked to the endless tunnels of prison, with men counting their days to their deaths. Isaac could read their solemn expressions, their demons soon strangling their feeble bodies.

However, a familiar face seems detached from all of the destruction. “Interesting…” the skinny man smirked cheekily, somehow his tone seems poetic to Issac’s cause. “..At last, you wanted my help..” his hands revealed his tattooed Transmutation Circles. “You probably know of the assassination of the superior officers..” Kimblee paused slightly, it is deemed as classified in the military’s watchful eyes,

“I am here to take down the bastard..”

“King Bradley…I assume” Kimblee laughed coldly “Not that easy, you know the killing of the superior officers, it is not for some noble clause...It takes bold men to oppose rule by his voice” Isaac noticed the dull sheen of the Philosopher’s Stone inside Kimblee’s mouth

“You still keep this….”

Kimblee chuckled slightly “ Why to ask an illogical question Freezing Alchemist....” as he rolled the stone back to his mouth. “I am not God himself... I am a mere mortal.." Kimblee somehow glimpsed at the shrivelled bodies lying on the floor, for he enjoyed the scent of decomposing corpses "...Who knows if I could get my freedom back...It does not come with a clause. I am still charged with war crimes because of my sadism” The mood of the room went sombre, perhaps unusual of his mercurial character, but it showed his worst side. “I come to glimpse at the pain of humanity..” Kimble could be those trickers hungering for chaos. “Personally if I were you. I would think twice of throwing down a government.” Isaac’s heart twinged slightly. “You are simply fighting for a lost clause.."

That cannot be it, that cannot be it, that cannot be it. Isaac grimaced slightly, and there he wandered into a hopeless cause.

 A hopeless cause he cannot imagine as he slept at the corner of the train, with the tracks rumbling down as music to his ears, maybe he could hear the tinkling of the watches in their pockets. His hand clutched on that last letter from a relative, it gave him a happy memory of what he left behind. For they will go through a tumorous run, something bigger dictated by King Bradley, a mysterious figure of the military. A face intrigued him, as he seems detached to the sadness of leaving home. He only nodded him with a fedora placed on his chest. He seems to settle himself comfortably, narrowing his eyes quietly, observing Issac’s uncomfortableness. He noticed the tattooed Transmutation Circles in his hands, but he quietly slipped it with kid gloves. He watched the sights change, with bridges flowing by, with children walking to school until it stopped to the next station. Another face came in, he noticed that he worn gloves marked with a flame Transmutation Circle, his eyes seem cocky, “Is this seat vacant..”

“…no..” That young man stays comfortably in his seat, smoothing his uniform,  Isaac withdrew himself slightly. “Well I am Roy Mustang..” he lay down with ease, as he passed him an apple “They called me the Flame Alchemist..” His smile eased him slightly as he reluctantly took the apple and eat it quietly. At that moment, he saw another state alchemist, he seems loud and brash. “Well..well..well, it is the famous Flame Alchemist…bastard nearly beat me to my State Alchemist test…” Issac watched over him, and he gave a quiet chuckle “You, you seem sulky…” He protrudes himself, giving scoffs to Roy, who have to squeeze with a noisy man “Well I am pretty much a hot shot…” Slowly that young man reached his hand out “Call me The Giant-working Alchemist…”

“You mean Drunken Alchemist, Archer…” Roy shot back at Archer “I cannot forget that after the test, you went to a bar, with Hughes and I after our test and I could recall is..” Archer placed a finger on Roy’s lips”You are going to bitch about that.I wanna know who the hell is he..”

Isaac swallowed slightly, “Well I assume you have a name silent one…” as Archer extended his hand out to give him a shake. “Issac…The Freezing Alchemist..” Archer gave him a big smile. “Well, I hope we will be brothers in arms, no matter what..” Isaac swallowed those words, that moment Archer’s smile brought him to that realization. He knew those words will haunt him, as he climbed out of the drainpipes scrawling through the circle with chalk,  He thought that Archer would appreciate a cleaner world, a world without war and corruption. The heat of war overcome him, pushing him to the edge, no matter what.

Isaac will be the Usurper to take the king down.

Afterthought: The chapter's name came from Horace's words meaning "It is sweet and proper to die for the fatherland." which refers to an old WW1 poem by Wilfried Owen which I used it as inspiration for this fanfic.