#fmab x reader

[bunnyywritings]

birthday special event !!

okay ! so, i wanted to do a fun little thing for my upcoming birthday (may 22nd) and i've been wanting to practice writing smut SO i came up with a onlyfans/pornstar!au with multiple characters (it's lowkey super self indulgent cause i love these characters sm)

it'll be throughout that week of may 19th-25th and here are the planned characters and their "videos"

sunday: nanami kento - lazy morning/soft sex monday: roy mustang - soft bdsm/he let's you think you have power tuesday: suguru geto - "caught" masterbating/guided masturbation wednesday: akira tendo - head while he plays video games/kinda voyer thursday: stein - (i'm not even sorry for this one) college prof. stein/shy straight A student friday: loid forger - i can't decide between "babysitter" reader or like forbidden co-workers or sumth saturday: toji fushiguro - i have no fucking clue

so i'm still in the process of writing but any and all comments or suggestions about the like theme of each "video" is welcome (please please please i need feedback) i'm excited for this and hopefully ya'll will be too

feedback here (or if you want to be added to the taglist) !!

[sinfulpanda16]

Men that love manhandling you.

Not just in bed but in general. He loves picking you up, pinning you, carrying you. He does not care if there are others around, he'll still do it. Ya'll arrive home and he picks you up, carries you to the bedroom all while your parents watch.

One time you guys were going on a walk and you were starting to get tired. You say "Baby I'm too tired. Carry me pout" jokingly but then he actually does. He carried you all the way back home, all while people were watching. He didn't care. You're his baby.

He's just so playful with you. He thinks you're so cute and adorable he can't help but pick you up and baby you. After dinner the first thing he'd do is carry you out of your chair and sit you on the counter next to the sink, and then he'll get the plates so he can wash them while you watch.

You'd be modeling some of the cute clothes you bought yourself and on the last one he'll get up and start feeling the fabric on your hips then slowly trace his hands upwards, bringing your arms up and just like that your wrists end up in his grip. And with a smirk, he goes to kiss your neck.

Playfights are always you going at it and him barely even trying and still winning. You'd either be laying on your back pinned by him or laying on your tummy with him caging you. Either way, playfights always lead to him seriously manhandling you.

Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Bakugou Katsuki, Hanma Shuji, Keisuke Baji, Draken, Greed, Solf J. Kimblee, Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Kotaro, Oikawa Toru, Zora Ideale, Yami Sukehiro, Ryusui Nanami, Kunigami Rensuke, Bachira Meguru

[cloudzoro]

He's obsessed with referring to you as his wife.

“My wife showed me this earlier, isn't it cool?” “Guess what my wife did today” “Oh, you think my shirt looks nice? Thanks, my wife bought it for me.”

He makes the people around him feel like they know you just from how much he talks about you. He finds a way to work you into every conversation. He starts to sweat and fears he might break out in hives if he goes a single conversation without mentioning you. The word wife makes his heart squeeze because it's a reminder that you picked him over everyone else and that he gets to have you for the rest of his life.

This doesn't just stay outside the home when he talks to other people; he says it to you just as often. Letters left on the kitchen table addressed to “my lovely wife” or when he playfully slaps your ass and responds to your joking glare with “Can't a guy appreciate his wife?”.

His love for the title also makes it into the bedroom. He leaves kisses all over your heated skin as he tells you how much he loves his pretty wife - how truly beautiful he finds you. His hands interlock with yours as he thrusts into your sweet pussy, and when he feels your wedding ring against his skin, his cock twitches inside you.

Aran Ojiro, Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Satori Tendou, Ace Portgas, Smoker, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Jean Havoc

masterlist

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[zaimta]

彡EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE

a/n- this one’s for all my fma baby girls (please tell me yall get it)

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

you sat on the roof of pinako's house watching the sunset, and you thought back on the times you spent with ed and al. they weren't the fluffiest of memories, but they will be something you will always cherish.

"what's going on in that head of yours?" ed teases you as walks onto the roof to sit next to you he gently nudges his shoulder into yours.

"just thinkin about everything we've all been through, it's crazy to think that it's all over. I'm finally going home" you smile to yourself but ed, on the other hand, can't help but feel sad at the thought of you not being around anymore. despite all the teasing, he endured from winry and al they were right he's fallen for you.

"so what are you gonna do when you get home?" he smiles down at you concealing the fact that he doesn't want you to go.

you lean your head on his shoulder "after all this traveling I'm just going to go home and take the longest nap of my life. not being on the run from people trying to kill you is refreshing." you lift your head off his shoulder to look at him "what about you what are you gonna do?"

he frowns slightly at the absence of your touch but quickly carries on hoping you didn't catch it "I don't think I can stay down for long I'm probably going to travel a little and maybe I'll start relaxing after that."

you raise a brow "'maybe'?" you tease him "ed you've almost died on over twenty different occasions I think you're the first person who needs to relax."

"i guess you're right, i'll take it easy for about a week then I'm off."

you stare at him with an unimpressed blank stare "ed. take a break. please."

he laughed then put his hands up in mock surrender "alright alright, you know i could never say no to you. i'm going to miss you when you leave you, know that?"

you rest your head on his shoulder "i'm gonna miss you too, I don't wanna leave and go home but at the same time..." you sigh "i don't know."

he leans his head on yours and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. your train was stopping in town tomorrow and he didn't want to say goodbye, he stared at you watching the sunset and his eyes softened at the sight of you. it was either now or never.

"hey y/n..." you hummed a response

“i want to thank you for sticking by my side this whole time…you gave your time and i’ll give mine, equivalent exchange right?”

he lifted his head off yours which caused you to lift your head off his shoulder to look at him, he looked you in the eyes with a deep blush coating his cheeks.

“so let me give you my heart in return does that sound fair?”

your eyes grew wide at his confession, you’re speechless you were unable to utter a single word besides his name “edward…” you then composed yourself and smiled at him “you big dummy you know i have to get on my train tomorrow what are we going to do about that-”

“i don’t care!” he shouts his face becoming redder and redder by the minute “i just needed to tell you before you left okay, along the way i’ve fallen for you and i’d rather tell you now instead of watching you go without saying anything.”

you wrap your arms around him squeezing him tightly “we’ll work something out ed i promise…but i still believe in equivalent exchange…so…your heart is in my hands while my heart is in your hands. deal?”

he pulls back to cup your face in his hands “deal.” he seals the deal with a kiss a small moment of bliss that lasted a lifetime.

[manias-wordcount]

Can I request an Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood x afab reader smut with Envy and the reader having rough sex?

Play Rough (Envy x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝘆'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸����𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗱𝘂𝗯-𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

As always, Envy is…more than a little rough with you. It’s just who he is. It’s just what you have to live with.

  You don’t say it. In fact, you don’t think you ever will. But you think you know deep down inside that it’s because Envy is a homunculus that he is able the have the stamina and strength and speed that he exhibits you. And if you’re lucky, your cries and pleas can be heard over the other sounds. And if you’re even luckier, Envy might slow down a little. Go a little less hard. Give you a little break. Give you something. Anything. But you’re not lucky.

  “Fuck…you feel so good around me…”

  You’re Envy’s.

  “Mmm…” You moan loudly, not able to keep the sound in. But it’s fine. Because Envy likes the sounds that you make when he pleases you. He likes the sounds that he makes when he stuffs you nice and full of his cock. The whimpers the whines. The begging, the pleading, the everything. But he especially likes it when you start to get loud. Start being unable to form words. Form thoughts. Nothing. He likes it a lot. So he makes it to you. A lot. “Umm…uh- mmm… ah~!”

  You knew exactly what to expect out of this. You knew exactly what to expect when he showed up to your front door not too long ago with a pissed expression on his face. And you had just barely managed to unlock and open the door for him before he was already stepping inside and grabbing at your clothes. You heard rips and tears of fabric as you pushed further away from the doorway and pressed against the nearest surface. But you had no time to mourn the old tattered pieces of your clothing that now adorn your floor. You were far too busy getting on your knees and wrapping your lips around the cock Envy had just freed from his pants. And he was far too busy taking a fist full of your hair keeping it out of your face as you began to suck the dick that you knew so well.

  You wrapped your tongue around it. Pressed kisses onto it. Focused on the head. Played with the balls. Choked on it. Again and again and again. The whole nine yards of making him happy. Of making him satisfied. But before your knees and jaw could start to ache, your mouth is being pulled away from his body. His cock leaves your lips with a lewd pop before you even realize it. And before your mind had enough of a chance to catch up to the rest of the world, you saw Envy stalking towards you. Your heart climbed into your throat as he appeared in front of you and pushed you to lie flat on your back.

  He was moving fast. Faster than you were used to. But Envy wasn’t one to show much mercy. Not to anyone. And yet, you know that deep down inside, you’re just a tad bit lucky. 

  Because he seems to always just spare a little bit of mercy towards you. 

  So you didn’t complain when he pulled what was left of your clothes from your body. Exposing more and more of your hearest skin to the cold air and the even colder floors. And you didn’t complain when he climbed on top of you and reached out for your breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth and the other one into his hands to toy with all he wants as he grinds into your wet, wet center. 

  And you certainly didn’t complain when Envy decided to push his full length inside of you in one fell swoop. You’re just thankful that you’re his. That he regards you as his. Because he wouldn’t have been so kind to you otherwise. 

  So you just lay there on your back, and you dig your nails into his skin as you gasp out for air. He gives a moment to adjust. Or maybe it’s two or three since you’re breathing and shaking and squeezing so hard around him. Maybe he has finally realized just how big he feels inside of you. Maybe he has finally realized just how thick he is as he fills up and stretches out your insides more and more by the second. Maybe he realized just how long is he as he reaches deep, deep, deep inside of you- pressing against that little area that has your toes curling and your eyes fluttering shut almost instantly. 

  But those moments in between happen quickly. And before you really have a moment to prepare, he’s drawing his hips back and sliding out of your pussy just to slam himself back inside. And he does it again. And he does it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again and now your mind is stuttering, and you’re holding him even tighter than before. 

  Beside your ear, you can feel the warmth of his breath as it brushes against your skin. His own claws start digging into your body as well. Arms and hands and nails crowding your body. Fixating on your hips as his chest presses against yours. Holding you so close to him as you hold him so close to you. So much so that you swear up and down and left and right that if everything was silent and if everything was still then you might have been able to hear a heartbeat coming from his chest.

  If he even had one.

  But everything isn’t silent. Everything isn’t still. Instead, it’s loud and fast, and it’s stuffing you full of cock that manages to press at your g-spot with every single fucking stroke as he fucks fast and hard on the floor of your house. And there’s nothing for you to just grab onto him. Nothing for you to do but moan and whine and squeal and whimper as loud as possible because he makes you feel this way. Because he makes you feel so good. You know he does. You know he will.

  And you know he’ll keep this up for hours. Long enough to paint your insides with his hot, white cum. Long enough to keep you creaming around his cock until you’re no longer to think or feel anything that isn’t him. To the point where all you can do is bite onto his shoulder, moan at every little question he throws your way, and hold on as he takes you and makes you his over and over and over again. You know he’ll do it. You know he will. Because he has done it before. And he’ll do it again. After all, you’re his to play with. His to touch and hold. To pleasure. To fuck. So, of course, he’s going to be rough with you. So of course, he’s going to do whatever the hell he wants with your body. With you. Because that’s who he is. Because that’s how powerful he is.

And because you’re not lucky. Because you were never lucky.

  Just his.

[yeagersslut]

Summary: Your parents are marrying you off to a snob of a prince. His family oozes from wealth and togheter you would have a widely enlarged kingdom, which is the main objective your parents are striving for. However just like any typical love story, your heart desired to be with someone else. Unfortunately you're also not, yet again.. quite the typical girl.

You yawned as you woke up awfully tired, fresh sunshine peeking shyly through the crack of your curtains. All night you had tossed and turned, tossed and turned. You weren’t able to sleep properly from the early midnight till dawn. You were dreading this day. You squint your eyes at the surprisingly large raid of sun invading your eyes. The weather had been awful these past few weeks so you weren’t quite expecting today to be so bright when it was gonna be the last time you and him were going to see eachother…

He was clueless.

yet.

One of the maids came by your room as she daintily hunched over the bedframe of your queensized bed. She sighed when she noticed your eyes adjusting to the dim lightening in your bedroom. ''Ah your Royal Highness'' The corner of her lips slightly quirked up. "I see you've already awakened." The older woman bows down a little as you slowly sit up against the firm headboard. ''Goodmorning'' A sudden wave of sleepiness hits you as you yawn and stretch your body a bit. ''And you don’t need to greet me formally Hilda.. you've taken care of me since birth'' Hilda grimaces as she slightly protests "I know (name).. but I- I shouldn't overuse it to my abilities. Well I shall take my leave now.” Hilda pauses coughing “Your regular garments… will be brought shortly by a new maid, while breakfast must have been finished preparing by our chef in the meantime'' You nod, silently thanking her with a subtle smile on your face. Hilda briefly bows before turning back around and gently closing the enormous door.

𝕊ℕ𝔼𝔸𝕂-ℙ𝔼𝔸𝕂

Inspired by : Save your tears, the weeknd

Let me know which character you think this will be about!

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[violetarks]

Roy Mustang telling his significant other for the first time that he loves them?

smallest voice ever heard

anime: fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

character: roy mustang

summary: between the return of night and the brightness of day, roy becomes a sentimental mess that you happily stand by.

warnings: g/n! reader, second person pov, soft roy, short 😐

"you don't always have to set out my clothes for after i shower." you say, smiling at the way roy neatly folds the shirt you're going to wear to bed. he had asked to stay the night with you, and you never questioned him. "i can do that myself, sweetheart."

"i know," roy responds, closing your closet and undergarment drawers, "but i like helping you."

"i appreciate it, roy." you say, still in your towel as you walk towards the bathroom. you pass by your partner, sparing a kiss to his cheek. he is warm, inviting. "i won't be long. make sure you rest, okay?"

he stares at you, slowly nodding his head at the sweet smile you hand to him before leaving into the bathroom. you've managed to always make his heart leap, to make his head ring with his pulse, and he loves it. any other foreign feeling, he would've dismissed and put out like a fire. but you were so welcoming, so kind to him. you were the gentle nature that he had been stripped of and was now reassuringly handed once again.

he will never know why you had by chance fallen upon the bar he and his unit went to quite a lot in his time. he had never seen you there before, except for that one moment, alone and looking for a spare seat by the bartender. the one beside roy was definitely not open, being occupied by havoc who was currently talking up a lady by the bathrooms who seemed disinterested.

but he allowed you to sit there anyway, enjoying the sweet 'thank you' that left your lips as you order what he recommended. you were soft, no sharpness in your tone that told him to buzz off, and you were so easy to fall in conversation with. he felt as if he found out your whole life story in one sitting, and when you left, it was written on the tavern's walls, forever replaying in his mind. he could only think of you.

that was months ago, and still you ran through his thoughts as if it were a game. never a dull moment with you, in the nicest way possible. he wonders if its the same to you. in retrospect, he knows that what he and you do is what any couple do. breakfast together, reading in the backyard garden. perhaps it was boring to you, even though you've never said so, but it was perfect for roy.

he needed to be around you for his sanity. there was no way he could go back to his life before he knew you. addicting, you were, and he couldn't last even a moment without you on his mind.

you knew of his life and his work, and made it seem only little as you filled his story with new blooming memories throughout the seasons. you didn't mind his destructive power, turning it into an entirely new and gentle nature. you were his calm.

he'd been sitting on the bed, reading the book you had recommended to him, when you finish in the bathroom and emerge with steam and a gentle warmth. you have a towel wrapped around yourself, and another to dry your hair. you give roy a grin.

"enjoying yourself?" you ask, nodding to the novel. you move to change, roy returning to the page he was now on.

"yeah. it's nicely written." he claims, leaving you your privacy as the towel drop after your undergarments are on, "this is your favourite author, right?"

you nod your head again, pulling the shirt over your head. "mhm. they have a series i like."

he makes note of that, the light above the both of you showing your shadow moving about. you're quick to change into your pants, shivering at the night with curtains drawn closed and bedroom door locked. "what time are you waking up tomorrow?"

"at 7, i have to be in the office by 8 for a meeting." he informs you, putting his book down and patting the blanket in front of him, edge of the bed. you obey, sitting there and handing him the towel. he begins to dry your hair gently. "what do you have planned? hopefully nothing that will keep you out for the whole day."

you let out a small laugh, "mm, well i have work and then i'm doing grocery shopping after." you look over your shoulder to him, roy blinking at your gaze. "did you want to have lunch together again?"

"if you're available." he replies, grabbing the hairbrush beside you. no matter how long or short you had grew out your hair, it always tangled up after showering. he'd taken it upon himself to fix your problem. his touch has no sign of annoyance or anger, he is gentle. "there's a new cafe that opened up by my office. i'll pick you up at 3?"

you lean back a bit, smiling to yourself. "that sounds nice, sweetheart." you say, leaning in to press a short kiss to his lips.

he's finished a few minutes later, and you move to turn off the lights. he watches your movements, how you barely make a noise when walking about, as if not to disturb him. on your way back, he opens the blankets for you and feels you rustle up beside him. one arm goes under your head to support you, and one of yours wraps around his torso.

his eyes adjust to the dark ess before his gaze glides over your faze from the small light seeping in through the curtain space. you look at ease, making yourself comfortable around him. he never saw you out of that state.

"goodnight, roy." you mumble out.

"i love you, y/n." he says in the smallest voice ever heard.

in his tone, he pushes out all the feelings he's ever felt of you. shining brightly, his heart thumps against your chest, creating a rhythm that you know all too well. you knew what he was like when he was lying, and it was most obvious that he wasn't.

your hands don't falter around his waist, in fact you only look back at him with this sort of seeing that has him grinning. he knows he has just said all that he wishes, and that this is the moment that could break the two of you apart. but he only grins, because you make him do so.

"you do?" you ask, brushing your fingers across his cheek.

he was blushing, you could tell from the warmth underneath your palm. he doesn't try to hide in, instead kissing the inside of your hand.

"i do. i love you." he responds, voice set in stone. this moment is carved into your bones, it's still in your mind so you never forget. "i love you, so much more than i could ever love anybody else."

"will you love anybody else?" you say, your tone insecure as you've been before.

he kisses your nose bridge. "i can't. not when i have you here with me. i wouldn't want to." he proclaims, his heart assuring him that this was right, "if you were suddenly gone, i'd search every mountain and sea to find you. i'd risk all of my life for a moment of your attention."

you smile back at him, hugging him so close that your warmth moulds into his. "i love you too, roy. i love you with all i am." you say, and he lets out a breath of relief, "i would never ask for anyone else. only you."

he smiles into your shoulder. "only me?"

you nod your head, on your back as roy lays above you, surrounding you with everything he was "you outweigh everything in the whole entire universe to me."

in that moment, between the setting and rising of the sun, roy understands what it means to be at peace with yourself. all thanks to you.

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[selfawarejester]

True North | Edward Elric

pairing: edward elric x gn!reader

summary: ed has thoughts about his soulmate. Soulmate AU, fluff/angst.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: instead of doing my English assignment (which is the same amount of words, mind you), I decided to do this. First fic for the FMA fandom (finally)! Please enjoy <3

Ed could be considered the perfect example of a man of science. After all, despite all his loud and often-inflammatory (to his poor brother’s lament) proclamations against God, he treated science, specifically Alchemy, as a sort of religion itself — he knelt at its altars (or the arrays) and clasped his hands together “in prayer” to make miracles happen. Miracles that were completely logical and comprehensible to him, regardless of their complexity or intricacy.

But one thing still baffled him: one thing that was proven and real, and yet had no scientific basis whatsoever.

The soulmate bond.

Plenty of alchemists have been trying to figure it out for centuries. What makes one seek out their so-called “one true love”? What causes the tug, the force of which increased every passing year after one’s 15th birthday, or the closer you were to that person? What are the deciding factors as to one’s soulmate? These were questions that were slaved over, entire lives spent trying to puzzle out, volumes upon volumes of journals and articles dedicated to the phenomenon; and yet, there was no conclusive answer.

He didn’t like not having answers.

He especially didn’t like how crazy it drove his little brother.

“But isn’t it wonderful to think about, Brother?” He bites back a groan, but still rolls his eyes violently as Al started on another rant about the phenomenon. “A tangible link to the person you’re fated to be with!”

“Yeah, it’s a real doozy.” Ed mumbles, rolling his eyes. “Can we maybe get back to our research?”

Al sighs, and even though he can’t see it, he knows the brat’s shooting him that look — “Why are you so pig-headed, Brother?”, he can hear his innocent little voice.

“Brother…” Al starts off, armor creaking as he shifts behind him. “Haven’t you gotten your soulmate link yet?”

Ed stiffens, page in mid-turn.

Alphonse had been kind enough not to ask, but he’s been expecting the kid to pop the question for weeks now. After all, there was no one more romantic than his little brother; that much was obvious from the novels he snuck around and hid from him.

(And who could have given him those novels except-)

He shakes his head, knocking the thoughts of that person out as well.

“Sorry to disappoint, bud.” He sounds more confident than he feels, that eternal pressure tugging behind his sternum again. “Do me a favor and go through that pile over there, okay-?”

“And you call the Colonel a slavedriver.” A dulcet voice tsks behind him and he stiffens again.

Alphonse doesn’t notice, too caught up in greeting you, clambering up with a delighted call of your name.

The pressure burns now, causing a tremendous aching that makes him squeeze his eyes shut to push past it.

It just had to be you, didn’t it?

He flashes a smile over his shoulder, lifting his hand in a slight wave before going back to his research. Another person might be offended, but of course you aren’t.

You’re an understanding person, after all, who (as a part-time employee) sees all types in this library that the Elrics put up shop in for days at a time.

You’re a sweet person, who smiles gently when you not-so-subtly threaten to kick them out if they don’t take care of themselves.

It’s not that surprising it’s you.

For a little while, he thought it was Winry, as his heart kept tugging endlessly towards the direction in which the train to Resembool always ran.

It’s not until a month after his birthday that you returned, recounting your hometown visit (only a town over from where he grew up), and his chest almost exploded as you walked in, that he realized who his soulmate was.

There could have been worse soulmates, he thought as he watched you speak to Alphonse over his shoulder, not nearly as sly as he wished to be.

You and Al were such great friends — sure, it pissed him off a little, doubly jealous as both of you took up so much of the other’s attention — but it would’ve devastated him if you guys couldn’t get along.

You weren’t difficult on the eyes either — but that could have been the effect of his feelings or the soulmate bond, because though you were the most gorgeous thing he ever laid eyes on, he knew logically that you couldn’t have been the prettiest person in the world… but it sure did feel like it, though.

You were pretty smart — of course, he wouldn’t have cared if you weren’t, not everyone could be the prodigies he and his brother were, but he liked that you could follow along with the basics of what he was saying… even if you were completely uninterested in alchemy.

Which brought him to perhaps your most important quality, your patience. You sat there, day in and day out, listening to his rants and rambles even when it got to the point that common courtesy would have allowed you to flip him off and walk away.

And you just watched him from under Alphonse’s arm with gentle eyes, even though you both knew you were each other’s soulmates.

“Before I forget,” You interrupt Al, looking apologetic. “That new book you were asking about-“

“The one with the-?!” Al stops abruptly, snapping to look at Ed — who, in a moment of utter grace, flips around hard enough to bang both his elbow and his knee on the table.

But the pain and embarrassment might have been worth it to hear your laugh, loud and snorting and musical to his ears.

“I’ll go pick it up right now.” Al whispers way too loud, making you snicker. “Go distract Brother.”

“You got it!” You whisper just as loud, and Al giggles before sneaking off.

Ed bites the inside of his cheek, trying to will his cheeks back to their normal color when you plop down next to him, leaning your head on your palm.

“You ever gonna tell Alphonse? Or even make a move on me?” You were blunt too, awesomely to-the-point even to military officials like State Alchemists. Even Mustang went silent that one time you saw him berating your soulmate and stepped in, asking him about a book that was considerably overdue. He walked away with his chin held high, yet trembling under the disapproving glare of the Lieutenant.

Ed sighs. He knows you deserve better than him. He’s not unaware of how painful this if for you — it’s just as bad for him. He was never interested in romance or soulmates beyond a few discussions between the brothers and Winry about what they wanted their soulmates to be like… which usually ended with Alphonse rolling his eyes and Winry declaring that he would die alone.

He remembers declaring that he would be fine if he never had a soulmate. After all, his mom and that tall, bearded jerk who fathered him were soulmates. The stories their mother told the boys, twinkly-eyes and nostalgic, were what rooted their views on the concept: Alphonse yearned for it, deeply, and Ed grew bitter about it, understanding that even soulmates could ditch you and your two kids.

Until he met you, and suddenly he wanted… more. He wanted to try, to learn, for you. He knew you deserved so much, and even though he wasn’t sure he could give them to you, he wanted so bad to try. He was overcome with guilt and longing every time he saw your beautiful eyes.

But there was another guilt, a greater guilt and responsibility that came first. He mumbled your name forlornly, wishing so bad that he could say it the way he wanted to.

“I have to focus on this first. You know-“

“I know, I know.” You nod, but your eyes at downcast now, and he hates himself so much more now. “It would be nice to be acknowledged, though.”

He leans forward, putting his hand over yours.

You gasp; Ed’s not one to initiate physical contact, having jumped away the first time your skin touched his. The intense look in his eyes as they fix on your face doesn’t help, either.

“I’m gonna do right by you.” He swears right then and there, in his sacred place of worship, surrounded by the greatest works on Alchemy. “I’ll get mine and Al’s bodies back, and I’ll come find you.”

“Yeah?” You breathe out, eloquence stolen from you by his determination.

“Yeah.” He nods, squeezing your hand, a small smile curling up his lips. “I’ll take you to that café you like. It’ll be nice.”

A sudden urge to take it back, to pick another destination you might like better throws him; a café, how dumb was that?! You went there all the time! He couldn’t think of anything better than that?!

But you surprise him, laughing and biting your lip.

“Sounds great.” You say, completely genuine. At the sound of heavy footsteps, you rise, readying yourself to take your leave.

As you round the bookshelf that obscures his workspace from the rest of the world however, you stop for a moment, looking back.

“And once you’re done, you know how to find me.”

And you go, with a cute smile on your face.

And his heart tugs.

[gelus-ugs]

Bet you won’t! ~ Edward x Fem! Reader

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“Bet you won’t!”

4-year-old Edward stuck his tongue out at the little girl below him - continuing to taunt her. [Y/n] huffed, crossing her arms as she looked up at the boy in the tree.

“No fair! You know I can’t climb, you big meanie!”

“You’re just a scaredy-cat!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Edward and [Y/n] bickered back and fourth, neither one of them accepting defeat as they glared at the other.

“What’s all this ruckus about?”

Trisha - the mother of Edward - walked over towards the two children. She immediately gasped as she quickened her pace,

“Edward! What have I told you about climbing the tree?”

“Sorry mom..”

The young blonde guiltily apologized as he slid down the trunk of the tree.

“That’s what you get, you meanie..”

[Y/n] mumbled under her breath, to which Edward rolled his eyes,

“Scaredy-cat”

~~

“Bet you won’t!”

“Of course I won’t! It’s not that simple!”

[Y/n] and Edward quipped back and forth at one another as they sat under the same tree they grew up with, surrounded by a field of bare grass.

The two of them had grown up to be teens - Edward’s arm and leg missing as Al’s body was completely gone - a reminder of the mistake the two had made in an attempt to bring back their mother.

The two had decided to spend one of their rare breaks visiting Resembool, [Y/n] and Ed perched under the shade of the tree that they used to play in all the time as kids.

“What do you mean it’s not that simple? Just tell her - whoever you like - that you like them! Easy as pie!”

Edward groaned, rubbing the temple of his forehead,

“[Y/n]..I can’t just upright say that..”

“Then don’t! Give her a kiss..or something, I don’t know! Do something to get your point…”

[Y/n] felt her mind blank as she received a sudden kiss to her cheek from the blonde beside her. Edward waited a few seconds before removing his lips from the female’s cheek.

“You idiot!”

[Y/n] fussed, turning to glare at the male. Edward started in bewilderment,

“What?! You told me to-”

“You missed!”

Edward froze as he felt his face become warm. [Y/n] paused before adverting her gaze,

“S-sorry, that might’ve been a bit too-”

[Y/n] was cut off from being yanked by her collar, her lips suddenly colliding with Ed’s. [Y/n] let out a sigh of relief as she brought herself closer to Edward, reciprocating the kiss.

Edward was in absolute heaven as he let out a shaky breath through his nose, deepening the kiss. The two eventually parted, panting for air as they stared at each other.

“We should do that more often”

[Y/n] spoke, to which Edward nodded in agreement,

“We definitely should, but I’m not sure you have the stamina to”

[Y/n] raised her eyebrow,

“Is that a challenge, Elric? I’ll even initiate the kiss if need be”

Edward smirked, leaning closer,

“Bet you won’t”

[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

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 4 actual children! (Part 2)

Edward Elric

🦾🦿In the morning, there are a few well-thought-out gifts lying under the tree. The two of you unwrap your presents, and then spend the day inside together. Ed isn’t the greatest cook ever, but he will try to make a nice dinner for you! I could also see Ling arriving with Lan Fan to assist with the eating of the dinner, as well!

🦾🦿Ed is very grateful for whatever gifts you decide to give him. If you decide to give him a prank gift, he'll either pretend to like it because he doesn't want to hurt your feelings, or he'll flare up with that classic Fullmetal temper until he sees you laughing and realizes it's a joke. Either way, it's very entertaining!

🦾🦿Ed enjoys celebrating Christmas with you and Al (not so much Ling, though!). He's a family man, and is determined not to be as awful of a lover as his deadbeat dad was (sorry, Mr. Ho).

Charles Grey

🤍💙Normally, Charlie likes to stay in bed for a while in the mornings. Christmas is the exception. He bounds out of bed with the sun, just like a little kid! He’s so excited to open his presents, and see your reaction to what he got you! A good breakfast is always in order, as well as an incredible feast for dinner!

🤍💙Charlie already spoils you absolutely rotten, but he still gets you an obscene amount of presents. He sits there with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face while you open your gifts! Yeah, he got you everything you could ever want. Isn’t he the greatest?

🤍💙This actual-five-year-old attacks his presents with a vigor that should be illegal. He is all-too eager to see what you got him! Rest assured, he will enjoy whatever it is you got him.

🤍💙Charlie already loves Christmas way more than any normal adult, so It’s pretty hard for him to like it any more than he already does. But with you, Phipps remarks that he’s somehow even more hyper than usual!

Edogawa Ranpo

👓🍬On Christmas morning, it's an office party with the ADA, organized by Kunikida and Dazai! Ranpo can usually be found either eating all the Christmas cookies that Atsushi and Kyoka baked, or eating whatever snacks the other ADA members got him. Poe also drops by to hang out!

👓🍬There's no need to worry about your gifts, Ranpo has cleverly deducted exactly what you want. He definitely had to get help buying it, though! As for his gifts, he's already deduced what you've gotten him. That doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it (especially if it's edible!), Just that there isn't much of a surprise to it.

👓🍬Ranpo loves the Christmas season, and all the Christmas snacks he gets to eat! Christmas with him and the rest of the ADA is sure to be a treat!

Rin Okumura

💙😈In the morning, Rin is the first one out of bed and is already pestering Yukio. He wants to open presents!!! Yukio, however, is not amused and wants to sleep in. So Rin will busy himself making breakfast for everyone. If Yukio isn't up by the time everyone's finished eating, Rin will threaten to open presents without him!

💙😈Rin isn't exactly super rich, so your presents are nothing too extravagant. More than likely, he just made your favorite dessert for you! His baking skills are nothing to scoff at, and rest assured that whatever he makes you will taste like heaven!

💙😈Rin is super excited about any gift you give him. He's just happy to receive a gift from his girlfriend! He'll give you the biggest, dopiest grin and wag his tail at mach speed!

💙😈Christmas is already a delightful time of year for Rin, but having a fun, beautiful girlfriend just makes the season that much more special!

[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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requests are open

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

Envy with a Short!S/O would tease them by transforming into them but over exaggerating their shortness,, like pretty much just make a Chibi S/O

No, I do not take criticism bc I’m right

[manias-wordcount]

Hello. Can I request headcanons of Envy's reaction on his S/O, upon seeing his big lizard form, telling "First: you're still beautiful. Second: I won't take 'no' for an answer."?

Seeing His True Form HCs (Envy)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩���� 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The first time you saw his true form, he thought for sure you were going to cry

Your eyes all big and wide and your lips are quivering almost as much as your body is shaking

But then you open your mouth

“You’re beautiful…”

Of course, Envy knows what he looks like. And he knows you can be sickenly kind too so he’s instantly apologizing for forcing you to lay your eyes on such a sight and telling you that he knows he’s hideous and awful to look at

But then you cut him off

“No, no you’re hauntingly gorgeous. I mean it, Envy.  And I’m not taking no for an answer. Especially when you look so…so…”

You’re both suddenly struggling to find words

For you, you can’t help but gesture your arms around while trying to find exactly what you’re looking for

For Envy, he just can’t seem to close his mouth and still his shaking his body

That fearful expression he thought he saw on your face was you looking at him in awe. Pure awe

And now, every semblance of hatred and ego and misery and pain is melting away at the sight of you taking step after step in his direction 

Ignoring the sharp teeth and the bodies protruding from his body

All so you stand in front of him, lay your hands upon his skin, and utter the words he’ll never forget-

“...You’re just so beautiful, Envy. You’re just so perfect”

[violetarks]

anything fluff about roy mustang beacause i read your wearing his clothes AND IT WAS SOOO GOODD

pretty

anime: fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

character: roy mustang

summary: maybe he shouldn't have let y/n go drinking with havoc.

warnings: g/n! reader, second person pov, drunk y/n, SHORTER THAN I WOULD'VE WANTED???

"Baby, watch your step."

"I know where I'm going, Roy." The heel of your shoe misses the porch stairs. "I know where I'm going."

Roy rolls his eyes, turning to you and fixing the scarf — his scarf — around your neck. You sniff at the cold wind of the night, digging your chin into the material surrounding you. He clasps your hand in his again and fishes out his keys. The last thing he needed was you hungover and sick tomorrow morning. He knows he'd get an earful if that were the case, just you going on about how much pain you were in.

Now that he thinks about it, Roy regrets letting you go with Havoc out to a bar, since the man wanted help getting some numbers and Y/N was his little helper. The two were madly drunk by the time Roy was called, slurring your words and laughing at the slightest things Havoc mumbled to you. The both of you sounded like hyenas.

When picked up from the street of the bar, he notices the two of you. Your jacket is lazily thrown on, half hanging off your shoulder with messy hair. Jean's suit pants have alcohol stains. To go along with that, a few red lipstick marks on his face. At the sight of you two's best friend, you both cheer and chant for your saviour, out in the middle of the street at the late of night. Roy had never been so ashamed to be a designated driver.

You waltz through the doorway, sluggishly leaning against Roy with your arms wrapped around his waist. He drags you in first and turns on the lights before going in himself. The radio was still on in the kitchen, as he was in the middle of making himself a snack when he got a call from the bar's phoneline. It's quiet, but enough for you and Roy to set yourselves into the familiar setting.

"You're so pretty, Mustang..." You huff out, voice muffled as you dig your head into his shoulder. The recognisable scent of his cologne allows you to relax even easier. Roy closes and locks the door, resting a hand on your back. You can feel his fingers tap against your jacket. "Missed you a lot today."

"I dropped you off at the bar, stupid." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. In return, you look back at him and move closer, connecting your lips with his for a short moment. When it passes, you resume your spot against him. "I missed you too. Did you eat?"

You nod your head against his shoulder. He feels thankful that Jean made sure to grab a bite while you both were out.

"What did you eat, sweetheart?" He hums out, bringing them both to the kitchen with the light on. Pulling out a chair, he sets you down with a glass of water at the table. He finishes his snack from before, offering some as he sits across from you.

It's quite obvious that you were still in the mood to have conversation with whoever would listen. Luckily, Roy loved hearing your voice, so it didn't pose any kind of problem to him.

You retort, tapping your fingers against the wood of the table, "Mm... Jean got mango cubes after some girl bribed him with them to leave her alone..." A laugh leaves from you, which makes Roy smile. "'N we ate with Hawkeye when she told us she was finished running tasks. Oh, and I had pasta. I love Hawkeye, she's so nice to me."

"That's good, now I won't have you whining about being hungry when we go to bed." Roy claims, putting his dishes away and running fingers through his dark hair. He thanks Hawkeye for looking after everyone in the unit and not just the Colonel himself. He wouldn't trust anyone else to look after Y/N in times like this.

Looking over to you, your holding your chin in your palm, head swaying a few ways before nearly falling onto the table. You shake awake again, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

"How about we go to sleep now?" He offers, knowing how quickly you would burn out at around this time.

You stand, spreading out your hands to engulf your boyfriend in a hug. Warmth, that is what you are looking for. And Roy is right there to provide it for you.

"You should've come along with us tonight." You tell him, smiling as Roy wraps his arms around your neck and hold you just as tight, "Jean got two drinks poured over him, by different girls. And it was so funny seeing him ask all these women for their number."

Roy chuckles, pushing the hair covering your face away, "It sounds like you had a fun time helping Havoc get a lady."

"He didn't get shit." Is your reply, all mumbled and nearly incomprehensible, "Poor man, huh? Maybe you're the problem."

He raises a brow at you once again, titling his head. "Oh, me? I'm what's wrong?" He laughs, pulling you towards the bedroom. You follow him easily, not showing any signs of retaliation, "What did I ever do?"

You allow him to take off your overcoat and put it on the hanger, back in the closet. A sigh leaves your lips once he places your sleeping attire beside you. "Because you steal every single person Jean has his eyes on. And you're too pretty." You explain to him lazily, having him pull your shirt off and replace it quickly.

He does the same with your pants, allowing you to lay back on the bed and close your eyes, tired. "So I'm too pretty now?" He hums, amused by your statement. You nod your head. "Does that upset you, my dear?"

"Yes." You grumble out, watching him put away your used clothes and begin to change himself, "People stare too much."

Once finished, Roy climbs into bed with you, pulling the blankets over your colder form. He turns off the lamp on your bedside table, and leans to press a kiss to your forehead. "They don't matter, especially not when I'm too busy staring at you." He hums, feeling your eyelashes tickle his cheek.

"That's creepy, Roy." You tell him, arms going around his waist as you snuggle up against him. A laugh makes his chest rumble. You lean in more into your boyfriend.

"All I'm doing is appreciating your beauty, my love." He retorts, brushing a finger along your cheek as he hugs you back, "Now, get a good sleep. I'll make you breakfast in the morning."

"I love you, Roy." You mutter, looking back at him with a small smile.

His cheeks warm and he leans to satisfy you with a kiss on the lips, sweeter and somehow even more lovely than the one before. "I love you too, Y/N."