#fmab x reader

[rush-the-stars]

pairing: greedling x reader (femme/referred to as "pretty girl")

cw: yandere greed

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The moon is a burning hole in the sky, swallowing the darkness with it's liquid silver light. It looks like a coin in the sky, heavy and shiny, and ripe for your taking. Everything so ripe for your taking.

The necklace around your throat glitters, stones heavy, the jewels a rich, bloody scarlet. Around your wrists are the matching bracelets—they twinkle and chime as they knock against each other like little bells. Their charms are beautiful, gold and gilded, ruby and crimson. The hottest part of a flame, dripping from your body.

And greater than their beauty, is who you stole them from.

In the dark, you'd know him anywhere.

(Knew his other form, too. You think he could come to you in a thousand different ways and you'd still be able to recognize him. By the look in eyes, by the string of fate you feel sear through you and into him.)

"Greed." You look over your shoulder. It's certainly him and not Ling.

"Well, hello." Greed drawls, eyes narrowing, "I was told you took something of mine."

"They were mine first." You reply, sauntering ahead of him. He trails lazily behind.

"Is anything yours first if you're a thief?" He asks.

"Finders keepers." You sneer.

He barks out a laugh, "in that case—wouldn't you belong to me, then?"

Your irritation twists beneath your skin like a serpent, coiling around your rationality, strangling it. It's always been like this, between the two of you. Greed, desperate to keep you, and you—too wild to be kept.

"You wish."

"I don't have to." Greed says easily.

When you try to run, he's in front of you in a heartbeat. So fast that your head spins. So swift, you can hardly even track the next move he makes. So, he's not looking to play much tonight. Strange. Usually, Greed likes a little chase.

He's behind you, arm looped around your chest and holding you fast to him. His fingers loop in the necklace, tugging a little—pulling on your collar. You thrash, but he seizes you tighter, growling a little through his teeth—you can feel the sharp curve of his smile in the crook of your neck.

"Let me go, Greed."

In an instant, he's gone. Shock colors your face as you whirl around to look at him but—

His eyes are softer. Fonder.

"Ling?"

"Hi, pretty girl." He smiles all slow. But then his features gutter, lashes fluttering. His smile disappears. "Can't hold him long—you should run."

You stutter away from him, legs moving. "Thank you!"

Ling smiles again, edged, eyes moon dark. "Be clever—be swift!"

And you take off, running for the hills, fleet-footed and free. The wind howls past your ears, the jewelry burns on you skin—thumping against your chest. Your wrists.

Your own collar. Your own shackles.

[mina-star]

Hai. I'm a huge Envy obsessed person. Could I request anything Envy?

ABSOLUTELY <33! I adore Envy they are my favorite out of fathers little team. And they are in my top 3 favorite characters of the show

ENVY GENERAL DATING HEADCANNONS

Touch starved. That's it that's whole bullet.

With that They are the type that it takes time to warm up to touch! You've got to be patient! he will be grateful I promise

They will NEVERRRR admit it but he actually somewhat cares if you like his human form.

You will not be meeting the others.He doesn't want them to kill you.

You are somewhat aware of the plan father has. And by that I mean as it gets closer Envy wants you out of amestris.

You make him question if he actually hates humans it fucks him up for a bit. He figures out he loves you and still hates humans just not you.

He'll never admit it but he likes wearing your sweaters. they smell like you and it makes them happy.

On the physical touch side once he gets used to it. He likes cuddling. Burying his head into your neck and just staying there.

They tell you not to talk to "The pipsqueak" and "The guy in armour" and not to get involved with the military. They desperately want to keep you out of it they do really care about you.

They like dancing with you.

They will take on dates but it will be a disguise.

If they didn't have to hide you oh my god he WOULD BRAGGGGG

I hope you enjoyed it!! I love writing for Envy

[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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[pxstelmxsings]

It is two am. Everything else is quiet, but for him and his precious daughter. The world falls asleep so they can share this rare moment. From sharing silly sounds, smiles, and her late night bottle. Come morning time he'll be called out on another mission. Will he return home by evening? No one truly knows.

It is five fifteen am. Her little hands reach to grip his shirt. His roughed and scared hands ever so carefully brush her tiny locks of hair from her eyes. He knows he should be rocking her back to sleep, but just a moment longer if bounding won't hurt.

It is two thirty am. He spots your sleep figure in the doorway to the nursery. By now, the daughter you blessed him with starting to fall asleep. He tiny eyes fighting the sleep away. Maybe she also knows how important these moments are.

It is two forty am. He finally settles her back in her cribe. Slowly, he backs into the hallway with you. The door closes halfway but not fully, never fully. The two of you share a warm smile before returning back to bed.

⋆˚࿔ Daryl, Rick, Nanami, Gojo, Logan, Arlo, Stein, Naruto, Kisame, Kakashi, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dazai, Roy, Lotor, Shiro

[actyl]

they say the worst way to die is by drowning. whether it be in 6 ft of water or 20–the consensus is always the same. the feeling of being pulled under, unable to breathe, unable to stay afloat; it’s a cruel way to die.

so what about drowning on dry land?

what about the slow suffocation of words left unsaid, of hands that don’t reach for each other anymore, of a love that used to be a lifeline but now weighs heavy like an anchor?

the lay in their bed, one side designated for each of them. mere inches apart, but worlds away. the warmth radiated between them, quiet reminder that once, they had closed that distance without hesitation. now that warmth felt cruel, a taunt of what once was.

the cold lingered heavier, seeping into their bones. not the kind of cold that blankets could steal away—no, this was deeper. the kind of cold that settles into your chest, makes home in the hollow and aching.

the silence was unbearable, pressing in on their lungs like water filling their lungs. they want to speak, to scream, to do something—anything, but what’s the point now?

one of them shifts, turning their back to the other. the mattress dips, a small movement that feels like a landslide.

what good are words when they’ve been sinking for so long?

her fingers twitch, aching to reach out, to pull him close, to find the warmth that once felt like home. but she doesn’t move, and neither does he.

they just lay there. drowning.

sometimes, the cruelest deaths don’t come from the sea.

no, sometimes they come from the ones we love.

MIKEY SANO, ran haitani, DRAKEN, chifuyu matsuno, shinichiro sano, takashi mitsuya, TETTA KISAKI / rin itoshi, sae itoshi, SEISHIRO NAGI / edward elric, ROY MUSTANG / shin asakura / kento nanami, SUGURU GETO, megumi fushiguro, toge inumaki / tetsuro kuroo, daichi sawamura, KIYOOMI SAKUSA, osamu miya, HAJIME IWAIZUMI / eren yaeger, ARMIN ARLERT, LEVI ACKERMAN, ERWIN SMITH, jean kirstein, + your faves

actyl, do not copy or repost my works

[manias-wordcount]

ok but real one, reader taking care of a sick Edward Elric? I loooove sick fics, give me that half angst half comfort content 🙏🏼 (if you'd like to of course LOL) ((have a good day thx for sharing your stuff <3))

The Best Thing (Edward Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He’s been asleep all day despite it already late afternoon. He hasn’t left his room in the inn for more than a few minutes- long enough to use the bathroom, really. And he probably hasn’t eaten anything more than pieces of buttered bread and sliced apples in the past couple of days.

All this to say, he can’t remember ever being this sick in his life.

He’s tired. His body aches. There’s a pocket of pressure stuck up in the bridge of his nose. His eyes keep watering. His nose keeps running. And on top of that, his throat hurts. Yet every time he tries to gulp down water or some tea, nausea hits his stomach like a brick and forces him to lie down again. Only he can’t stay still while lying down. His headache only seems to get worse when he’s not laying in a certain position and he can’t help but shiver out of nearly every position while he attempts to pull his covers impossibly closer to himself all so he could feel warmer. But according to you, his skin is warm and reddish and hot to the touch. A fever he just couldn’t sweat out. Just like the cough he couldn’t shake. And the sneeze he just couldn’t…well, sneeze. 

But probably worse of all…he missed his mom.

That’s all he could think about in the few short moments he was awake. How much he missed her. How she always knew what to do. How she always knew how to take care of him. When he was healthy. When he was sick. That was all he could think about.

Sometimes he would hear his brother’s voice when he’d rouse from his sleep. It’d be soft and quiet. And in some moments, he felt like he could no longer hear the clinking of metal armor- almost like this was happening when times were good. When he had both a little brother and a mom. Sometimes, he would hear another voice too. It would be just as soft as Al’s, but it’d be even sweeter. It would often be accompanied by other things too. A kiss on the cheek. The hum of a lullaby. The dabbing of a cool towel against his brow. And even the occasional hand tangling itself through his hair and combing through it softly.

For the longest time, in the fever-induced haze his body was trapped in, he couldn’t help but feel it- feel like it was his mom taking care of him. Taking the burden off my shoulders. Allowing him to feel young and protected and spoiled once more. He couldn’t help but picture that it was his mother this whole time. He just couldn’t help it. He missed her. He needed her. He’s still young. He just wants his mother back. He just wants his mother. That’s all he wants. Really, that’s all he wants.

But when he opens his eyes? When he really opens his eyes to more than just the few centimeters he can barely manage throughout the day, he doesn’t see his mom. He sees you. And he’s reminded by that dull ache in his missing limbs and the fact that he no longer has his mom. That’s she gone and nothing he can say or do will ever bring her back. He knows that intimately. Because he’s tried. So, even still…

“I’m glad you’re here.” He finds himself murmuring as you come to sit down on the side of his bed. You eye him cautiously when you hear him speak. Almost like you weren’t expecting him to talk at the moment (or even be awake). However, it doesn’t stop you from leaning over his torso, bringing the back of your hand up to his forehead, and pressing lightly. Instantly he’s attracted to the coolness of your hand and how it feels against his body. His body has been alternating between feeling too cold and too hot nonstop. But the back of your hand is a welcomed feeling now that his body feels like it’s been lit with a small fire from the inside. As is the towel you bring up to clear the excess sweat away from his forehead. Something he feels just a bit too delirious to feel embarrassed about at the moment. “Thank you…for taking care of me.”

“Oh, Ed…” You coo at him, an impossibly comforting look in your eyes. You’re not his mom. You exist entirely from a point in his life where he was without his mom and was down an arm and a leg. But in his mind, you’re the next best thing. He thinks that when you place a gentle kiss on his cheek and smile against him. He thinks that when you brush the stray hairs off his face and ease him up so he can take a few sips of the water from his cup at the nightstand. He thinks that more than anything when he’s reminded of your patience and care for him as pats his back when coughs up the very same water he was greedily sipping at and cleaning up any of his spills. He thinks that because he knows it is true. “You don’t have to thank me for anything. I’m happy to be here for you.”

And he’ll keep thinking that even in the moments you don’t.

Because to him, you’re an angel. If there’s a higher power out there, then that higher power must have sent you in place of his mother. Because your soft words and sweet kisses and constant affection feel like a healing touch. Or maybe that’s just because he always feels better when he’s with you. Because you make things better. Because you always make him better. In ways that the both of you don’t even know. 

And he wants to tell you all this. He does- he really does. But the him that’s usually up and healthy and out and about is rarely sentimental enough to say something that meaningful and important. And the him that exists right now? The one that is starting to struggle with keeping his eyes open? The one that is starting to sway and rock and doze off right in front of you? That one could barely form the words important or meaningful enough to share such a message. In all honesty, he doesn’t even believe that he’ll remember this particular encounter when he’s no longer sick. Or even the next time he wakes up. 

But he has to say something. He just has to.

So instead, he just utters an “I love you so much” and hopes you get his message. And as he falls asleep to the feeling of you pressing your lips against his while you murmur, “I love you more,” he’s confident that some part of you knows that you mean the world to him. Because besides his brother, you’re all he really has. And you’re not his mom, sure. But you’ve already proven long, long ago that you’re more than enough. Because you’re perfect. Because you’re an angel. Because you’re the best thing he could ever have in a world without his mom. 

And because you just might be the best thing he could ever have even in a world with his mother still living in it.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 ] Führer-President Roy Mustang

sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

A/n: Ishvalan (poc) reader as heavily influenced by my wonderful friend @sacredwarrior88 , i love em and this is for them

You only wanted to surprise your husband, he had forgotten his lunch and being the good little wife you decided to bring him his lunch wearing that cute little dress he loved so much.

But the second the door shuts, you feel it.

Roy’s gaze, dark and burning, drinking you in from across the office. His jacket’s tossed over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up, gloves set aside. But it’s the tension in his jaw that tells you everything.

“…That dress,” he says, voice low. Dangerous. “You wore that dress on purpose.”

You blink, then turned your head away for a moment as your braid slipped off your shoulder. “I—I brought you lunch. You’ve been skipping meals again.”

His eyes narrow for a moment, like he’s hunting you. “And you thought wearing that”—he rises slowly, stalking around the desk—“was going to make me sit down and eat rice and pickled vegetables like a good husband?”

"Yes?" You gave him a sheepish smile as you started to fidget, the hem of your sundress brushing your thighs. It’s yellow—his favorite color on your warm, rich Ishvalan skin—and the fabric clings just a little when you move. The dip in the front gave him just a peak of the swell of your breasts.

He barely registered that you placed the little box down on his desk. He should have been salivating at the delicious food you cooked for him but his gaze remained on you.

Beautiful, still like the goddess he married thirteen years ago.

“I—I just wanted to surprise you—”

“Oh, you did.”

His hands are on your waist in seconds, pushing the food aside, backing you up until you hit the edge of his desk.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me in this thing?” His nose pressed into your neck inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume as you let out squeak when he lifts the skirt, just enough to slide a hand between your thighs.

“No panties?” he growls. “You came in here with nothing under this dress?”

You nod, flustered, face warm. “I—I thought you’d like it.”

Roy groans, low and rough, forehead pressing to yours. “You thought right.” As his other hand cupped your cheek, gliding across your soft skin.

He pushes you agains't his desk, lips crashing into yours with quiet, desperate hunger. His fingers push the sundress higher, bunching the soft yellow fabric at your waist, hands trailing up your thighs to your gorgeous dark skin, warm and flushed as his hand slipped between your thighs, already slick where you need him most.

“I need you,” he whispers, voice cracking as he unzips his pants. “Right now. Right here.”

Your hands tremble as you cling to the edge of his desk nodding your head. A small whimper leaving your lips as you felt him rub your clit in slow circles.

“Please…”

He doesn’t waste a second. Just lines himself up and slides in deep—one thick, hot thrust that stretches you open, makes your head tip back with a gasp.

“Fuck,” he grits. “So fucking good—so wet—you came in here dripping for me, didn’t you?”

A small whine left your lips unable to answer as he fucks you hard, desk shaking, his hips slamming into yours, one hand gripping your ass, the other to cover your mouth as your body takes him deeper with every thrust.

Your body splayed across the desk, the contrast of your skin—rich, warm, glowing in the soft office light—against his pale knuckles as he grips you?

Dives him wild, how your walls clench around his cock.

Perfection

You’re moaning now—soft, desperate, helpless. Muffled by his hand, hair freeing from your braid as you felt your heart pound in your chest.

And Roy?

He’s gone.

“You’re so good for me,” he growls, mouth at your ear. “So fucking sweet—my beautiful wife—always so quiet out there, but in here?”

He thrusts harder.

“In here, you’re mine.”

You come hard—shaking, crying out his name, walls clenching around his cock—and Roy follows, groaning deep in his chest as he spills inside you, filling you with slow, grinding thrusts that make sure none of it escapes.

He stays buried in you, forehead pressed into your neck, his hand leaving your ass to thread through your fingers.

“I’m never skipping lunch again,” he whispers.

You blinked, dazed and breathless as you let out a soft laugh. “I’ll bring dessert tomorrow.”

"I can't wait." He muttered a soft chuckle leaving him as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

[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) !!

[fairy-writes]

Okay I gotta make this 2nd request really really good, really unnerving, really PAINFUL.

May I request prompt #14 with *either* Edward Elric or Rengoku (it's too difficult to choose!)? And may I request this be written for a female reader too please? Make this as painful as possible. I want to feel my heart wrenching and writhing and shattering inside!

LEAVING

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “You don’t need to do this!”

Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Leaving, Confessions

Notes: I already did a oneshot similar to this prompt for Rengoku a while ago, so it’s time to give our favorite blond boy some attention!

I’m slowly passing away from burnout, so this is short to save my brain.

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You fell in love with Edward Elric when you were fifteen.

Your mother claimed you were too young for love, and perhaps she was right. Maybe it was because you were also interested in alchemy. Maybe it was because he was something new. Either way, all you knew was that your heart skipped a beat whenever you saw the infamous alchemist.

The two of you actually hit it off rather nicely, considering you called him short. But hey! Maybe he knew it was an actual accident, or perhaps it was a certain armored younger brother who knew you two were going to be working together for the time being. After all, you were one of the only alchemists in your tiny town besides your recently deceased father, and they were, as always, chasing leads. 

So, he forgave (not necessarily forgot), and the two of you got to work decoding your father’s notes.

“Hey, Edward?” You asked tentatively as you looked up from your book. Alphonse had stepped out to get the food for both of you who actually had a body. 

(Yes, you knew about the whole human transmutation thing, but like meeting the Elric brothers, it had been an accident.)

“You know I said you could call me Ed.” He mumbles, not looking up from his notes. He hastily scribbles a sentence like his life depends on it, and you know you’re going to have to help him decode his own handwriting later.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You mumble, your thoughts slowly dying as you stare blankly at the page in front of you. 

It's then that he looks up from his book with a frown tugging at his lips and his golden eyes dull with exhaustion. The two of you (plus Alphonse) had been at it for hours. Days even!

You were lucky to have been trained somewhat by your father when learning alchemy. While you didn’t know everything, you did know a few of his secrets on how he coded his notes. So, it was even more of a reason to keep you around.

If only he would stick around after the fact. 

You were utterly enamored by the time you were seventeen. 

You had been with the brothers through thick and thin and turmoil and joy. You had comforted Edward through nightmares and Alphonse through the whole “not having a body” thing. Well… As best you could anyway. It was hard to comfort someone with no idea what it was like to not have a body. 

But as Father’s plan became more known and extreme, you noticed that Edward was leaving you behind more and more. And it wasn’t a coincidence. You also noticed that the brothers evaded your questions whenever you demanded to know why they were leaving you in the care of the Rockbells or the Hughes’.

You weren’t a child, dammit! You could take care of yourself!

But bringing this up to Edward did no good. In fact, it made things worse. 

Edward broke your heart when you were eighteen. 

“You don’t need to do this!” You cried, grabbing his arm to try and stop him from leaving. Again. This time, it was serious. He was going to fight Father. And he was planning on doing it without you. Sure, he also wasn’t bringing Winry or Granny Pinako. But the difference was you actually knew alchemy. 

Edward pulled his arm from your grip and kept heading toward the door. His jaw was clenched; he was obviously grinding his teeth together. But you persisted. 

“Edward, please!” At this, he finally rounded on you, and you flinched at his angry look. 

“The answer is no. I can’t have you getting hurt.” He snapped, and you took an unconscious step back at the ferocity in his voice. 

But then you steeled yourself and tried to reach for him again. 

“I can defend myself! You know this! You trained me yourself!” You pleaded, but he was shaking his head. 

“I trained you against something small like a mugger in an alley. This is something that is way above what you can fight against.” He retorted, pulling his arm again so you couldn’t latch onto it. 

You felt like a whiny ex. But Edward’s life was in danger and he didn’t seem to grasp that yet. Or maybe he did. You had no idea what was going on in his head. 

But the back and forth went on for what seemed like an eternity. 

Until…

“I don’t want you—” You’re cut off with a sudden kiss. Edward tasted like sunshine and unbridled anger. Like electricity and sorrows. Like he was leaving you and never coming back. But at that moment, you didn’t care. You kissed him back desperately, trying to convey how you had felt for the last three years. 

His automail was cold against the side of your face and his flesh hand was warm like the very sunshine he tasted like. He held you gently, cradled you even. And when he broke away, his hands cupped the back of your neck. 

“I love you too much to lose you in this.” He whispered, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

“And you think I don’t?” You whispered back. 

But that didn’t stop him from pulling away. 

“If you leave…” You didn’t have the heart to finish your sentence. You were done? You weren’t even together. You were leaving? That was a lie, and you knew it. 

Edward shrugged his shoulders and turned away, pausing only when he got to the door. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, and so he left. 

And took your heart with him.

[animeyanderelover]

Edward!! From Fullmetal Alchemist!

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession

Quick, little Hc's

🦾​Edward refrains from touching you with his right arm. Not necessarily because he feels insecure about the fact that his right arm is made of metal but more so because he wishes to feel you when he touches you with his hand, a sensation that he will not experience if he were to use his right hand. Whenever he holds your hand, touches your face or pulls you closer to him it is in most cases with his left hand, warm with the blood flowing beneath the skin. It's very likely that his right arm possesses more strength due to being made out of steel, a strength he might not even be aware of until you notify him of it. He has a very short temper, his emotions easily flaring up and none of that is made better when his obsession is thrown into that mix. Whenever he feels jealous, angry, possessive or protective his steel arm tightens its hold. He has hurt you a few times as a result of this strength he has and it has made him only more aware and cautious to not use his right arm to touch you as he realises that he might hurt you. His left arm is for showing you affection, his touch gentle and loving. His right arm is used to defend you against bad people, his grip cold and harsh.

[rush-the-stars]

Please elaborate on that making out and dry humping with edward idea 🙏

HE'S JUST SO...

um here take this.

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He's all over you. Pressing you down into the floor, hips slotted between yours, fitting in the crux of you like a key coming up against it's home-lock. He makes a soft sound against your lips, this desperate little noise in the back of his throat.

His hips flex, rolling into yours, and you gasp—sharp and hot.

Desperately, you cling to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his biceps, scrambling for purchase. The nip of your nails bites into his skin and he hisses a little, inhales through his nose.

When he parts from the kiss long enough, you try and catch your breath. You try and break him out of this—

"Ed—Edward—" you end up keening his name as his hips roll again, right up against where you're hot and aching, soft and desperate. "Ah—s-slow down—"

His face is buried in the crook of your neck, breaths hard and fast against your skin, "can't help it—sorry—'m sorry, baby—" his breath hitches as he rolls his hips against yours and he's so hot. And you can feel him, the hard length of him against your core, through a layer of clothes. He almost whines, raspy voice wrecked, the edge of it laced with this little growl, "just—let me—be good for me? Like this? You can do that for me, right baby?"

"What's g-gotten into you?" You manage to get out instead, as one of his hands travels over your sides, sliding up to your arm where he pins one of your hands beside your head. He laces your fingers together, presses it down into the floor, stretching you out underneath him.

"Ha," He huffs and you feel the crooked smile against your jaw more than you see it, the way he shudders against you, his hair that tickles your collar bones, "me? You started this—I just had to finish it."

[xjulixred45x]

Platonic Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric x envy reader. Like a piece of envy true form broke of and developed its own identity. Like clayface and Annie from Batman the animated series.

Ooooho i LOVE this concept!

Platonic Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric and Envy! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: spoilers from the series, Envy being Envy, Reader has some issues, Comfort.

• Envy always found it easy to get into trouble in all his time alive, that was his thing. However, he never expected this to lead to certain… surprises.

• Would it have been about 30 years ago perhaps? When Wrath was young and had recently been turned into a homunculus, they had fought over some stupid thing and, even if Envy didn't remember it, Wrath was hard on him, so much so that Father had to step in to fix him and reprimand Wrath (haha, loser).

• When Envy regained consciousness he felt like new! Lighter than before, maybe too much…

• That was when Father showed, as if nothing had happened, a small lizard in the palm of his hand.

• It turns out that the damage caused by Wrath was so severe that a part of Envy broke off, and not only that, but they had gained consciousness and was developing at an accelerated pace.

• It had a pulse, it was developing lungs, and its one eye (similar to Envy's) remained closed, but moved. It was something that Father wanted to investigate, and see what it came to.

• Honestly, Envy just wanted to take the little tadpole and swallow it alive, he didn't expect such an UGLY and insignificant being to receive so much attention in such a short period of time. You guessed it, he was jealous.

• However, there wasn't much to do anymore. Father let the creature develop, it grew, and began to show that it was basically a copy of Envy, same powers, same abilities, the only thing that didn't fit was the personality.

• Envy being Envy, he expected this creature to be a complete gremlin when Father finally decided to let it be with the rest of the Homunculi, to be a pain in the ass. However, he found something completely different.

• Not only did this creature barely make a sound, it followed Envy everywhere, no matter how much he yelled at them to leave him alone, they would just back away a little, and then try again.

• The creature had a strange habit of imitating everything Envy did, whether it was the poses he made, repeating some words, it even tried to imitate the people he transformed into, but since it was still very inexperienced, it didn't come out very well.

• At first, Envy found all this very annoying, first having to take care of the annoying creature, and now said creature wouldn't leave him alone. However, over time, he began to find a certain... humor, in the insect.

• After all, reader (that's what the other homunculi baptized them as so they wouldn't have to call them "Envy Jr.") always did what Envy told them, half-heartedly, but they did it, which led to several funny situations. For Envy.

• Like when he made Reader pull out a plug, that was funny. Or when he told them to bite Greed on the leg, that was also funny, although they had to run a long way after that.

• Little by little, Envy no longer saw Reader as an enemy or a competition, but as a possible tool, something he could use to cause even more problems between humans.

• He's like that guy who gives his nephews alcohol for fun.

• Therefore, he began to act much less hostile towards Reader.

• More so when Reader began to develop their own personality, tastes, and not just be a helpless creature that did what you told them to do. Still, Reader stayed close to Envy, they was the only Homunculus who could stand him.

• And that, although he never admitted it, made him see Reader differently.

• Thanks to this, Reader began to earn the privilege of not only going on missions with Envy to the outside world, but he began to let them go alone. They're homunculi, they know how to watch their backs. What's the worst that can happen?

• Reader was always curious about humans, not out of resentment like Envy or interest in the other homunculi, it was more of a kind of fascination, fascination for something they'd never seen.

• So, they took the opportunity to absorb all the information they could about humans (that could be relevant to their facade! Of course!)

• This included things like: binge eating, changing appearance multiple times a day into the most curious person they'd ever encountered, tearing through history books (the Ishval War! That was the one that caused Envy, right? Oh, what memories), among other things.

• While they were studying in the library, they ran into two other kids (well, a kid and a huge man in armor) who noticed that he was hogging the entire history section.

• Now, reader wasn't that well-versed in human manners at this point, which is probably why he got into a fight with Edward in that section of the library with Alphonse trying to break them up. A great first impression.

• After that, um, initial stage, Ed and reader agree to share the history section, but only if the brothers didn't bother reader.

• Obviously it was super awkward at first, so Al, again, tried to save the situation by making small talk, which, while it was complicated at first, they managed to get reader's attention when they talked about the topic of ALCHEMY.

• UH?! They hadn't heard about it until now, THEY NEED TO KNOW MORE.

• That's how reader spent a good portion of the afternoon with Al talking to them about alchemy, state alchemists, even doing some small demonstrations.

• Ed was still upset with reader for the fight, but it didn't take long for him to forget about it when he wanted to show off a little of his own Alchemy.

• It was a fun interaction! But a new kind of fun, reader had gotten used to having to live at the expense of other people's misery to feel good, but that was probably the first time the tdidn't feel the need for that.

• It felt good and they laughed with people who laughed with them. And that left some… questions. That he ended up pushing to the back of their head.

• The following weeks, reader would be constantly sneaking out of the Homunculi hideout, both to see Ed and Al, and to learn more about humans, and about these new feelings and thoughts they was developing.

• Obviously at first Envy didn't take it seriously, but with his own missions at hand, he didn't think much of it. Fortunately for reader.

• However, reader began to stress out when they realized who Envy faced every time he went out, their new friends, and while on the outside they tried to look normal, on the inside they was dying of anxiety.

• This also led reader to make sure they wasn't there every time Envy had to go out, since they knew he would want to take them with him and they couldn't let Envy know about the relationship he was building with the Elric brothers.

• Ironically, it was Ed who started to suspect some things about Reader.

• Whether it was how they reacted to the mention of homunculi, how they tried to cover up even if there was heat (to cover up the Eurobond brand), their strange strength, their story not matching what they was saying, etc.

• Don't get me wrong, it's not an easy thing for Ed to figure this out, Reader is one of the few people his age that he and Al have been able to interact with and become friends with, so he's hurt by the idea of either 1- inherently assuming they're a traitor or 2- that they ARE a homunculus and are using him and Al.

• Al obviously tries to defend Reader tooth and nail, if they were a homunculus they would have been killed already! Even if he was in some strange alliance with them, maybe it's not even by will! Reader is strange, but they's good. A GOOD person.

• I don't think it would be until Ed and Envy get trapped in Gluttony's stomach that Ed gets confirmation, precisely because Envy would complain loudly about how reader is always missing when something bad happens how unfair! Bad things could happen to them too you know!

• And at first, Ed is so emotional, so frantic and feels so betrayed. By the idea that reader used him and Al.

• However, this same premise falls apart when he realizes something.

• Envy didn't know any of the information that reader had given them as friends. Envy enjoys making fun of his victims, but he didn't mention reader at any point beyond that, he just mentioned them, so he didn't even know that reader knew them...

• Was reader looking out for them?

• The next time reader went to see Ed and Al, he was greeted with some pretty hard looks, which gave away what had happened. Oh no, they already knew.

• And reader was bracing themself, preparing to receive all the hate possible, to be rejected, to be scrutinized for the horrible things they had contributed to, because they deserved it.

• However, the last thing they expected was Ed, of all people, to sit down quietly and tell him that they needed to talk.

• The rest of the night was a pretty blur, but reader remembers opening up to the brothers, telling them their side of the story, they didn't become his friends for information, they didn't even know at first that the Homunculi were after them.

• Reader just wanted to have friends, real friends.

• If we go by general headcanons, things have improved considerably.

• First of all, I highly doubt reader would go back to the Homunculi after this, so they stays with the brothers (both for their safety and for the comfort of the others when they find out he's a homunculus).

• Behind closed doors, I can see Reader playing around with his shapeshifting ability to make fun of people, which, while it makes Ed pretty mad, also makes him have to hold back a laugh (like when he calls Mustang and Reader imitates dog ears).

• Obviously with Ed and Al's influence, Reader starts asking himself some pretty philosophical questions, precisely because he's trying to figure out who he is as a human or homunculus. While they don't always have the answer, the Elric brothers offer comfort for when the doubts are too overwhelming.

• Reader likes to get inside Al's armor when they go outside, partly because he doesn't have to walk, partly because he's afraid of running into Envy.

• Speaking of, by the time the events of the story happen and Reader gets over the toxic relationship he had with Envy, they definitely ABUSE him when he's in worm form.

• Part of the reader will always feel confused and bad, precisely because they technically left Envy, they WHERE BORN from him, and there is this underlying fear of ending up like him, but the Elrics assure them that they will never end up like that.

• They have something that he doesn't, heart and empathy.

• And most importantly, people who are with them for who they are.

• It's not a bad deal at all.

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[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

[pxstelmxsings]

Women who have hardened their hearts to survive. Whether it was done in childhood to live through endless hardships or in adulthood for work, it does not matter. The nurturing love society expects of her died long ago.

Women who strike fear into the very bones of men around them. They hunt down and eliminate their enemies like it is your primary nature. She out smarts any man in her way like they are a simple childs toy. The very art of fighting, of war, is simple to them.

Women who never gave love a passing thought. Love would surely only get in the way of their goals or their work. The very idea of having someone depend on them feels like a drain on their limited emotional grasp.

Women who don't understand why you make their heart race so quickly. Their gaze follows you aroubd the room, studying every movement you make. The sound of your voice makes their cheeks burn. A simple graze of your fingertips makes them feel faint.

Women who have no idea how to process your femininity. You handle tasks like planning gatherings, meals, and child caring like second nature. The way you handle task after task with such elegance and grace it makes them question if there is more than one kind of strength.

Women who truly don't know how to process falling in love with you.

♡ Arlecchino, Ada, Mary/Lady, konan, Michonne, Acxa, Carmilla, Edelgard, Tao, Olivier

[shouyuus]

hiii beloved if i'm not too late for your writing game (no worries if i am!!) ......what about edward elric and 4:52 A.M. 👀

writing/warmup game closed!

edward; 4:52am --

he is falling; he is falling through a tunnel of memory, warped images and grasping hands, his brother's scream, his mother's laugh, his father's stoic face. mustang with his sardonic chuckle, hawkeye and her sympathetic hum, hughes and gracia and alicia's darling, endless laughter, the smell of apple pie, the bright horned call of an early morning steam train.

darkness, reaching for him -- so solid that it has weight, so sharp it feels like fingers, spindle-legged and spider-webbed, curling around his neck till he can't breathe for gasping, till he's choking for air.

"ed? ed!"

he jerks awake, his two blood and flesh hands flashing out and finding something solid, something warm, something... soft. and dear.

he blinks in the relative darkness, eyes searching till the shadows coalesce into familiar shapes -- the writing desk, the lamp, the piles and piles of books left scattered around the room. and, in his grasp, caught in the negative space between his palms -- you.

you, with your bare shoulders and cascading hair. you, with your open face and your worried eyes, glimmering soft in the moonless night. ed loosens his grip and runs a hand through his mussed up hair.

"s-sorry -- bad dream."

you reach for him, flick a piece of golden hair from the patchwork scars on his shoulder.

"i know," you say, and there's malice in your voice, no judgement to be found. ed lets out a soft breath, pulling you into his chest to dig nis nose into your shoulder, breathing you in.

"'s anyone ever told you you smell like buttercream?" he asks, his voice a bit muffled by your collarbone as he laces his fingers through your hair.

you laugh, letting your bodies fall back into the star-soaked sheets.

"last week you told me i smelled like bread, this week, it's buttercream -- maybe you just really want french toast or something for breakfast," you say, twisting in his arms to face him. ed chuckles, pulling back to grin at you, his eyes light-licked in the relative dark.

"mm... french toast does sound good... and i think al picked up some homemade brioche from old man macallan yesterday too."

you giggle, nosing into his chest, "yeah? well then french toast it is -- but maybe just a few more hours before we embark upon our buttercream and milk adventure?"

you don't have to look up to tell that ed's making a face.

"you do know that french toast requires milk, right?"

"well technically, buttercream's not milk -- it's a state beyond normal milk -- it's like transfigured milk --"

"it's still mostly milk, you massive nerd."

"okay, but that's like saying soup is just mostly water --"

"which it is --"

ed nearly squawks with indignation but you press a palm over his mouth to stop him from waking the whole house. the pair of you topple into a fit of helpless giggles.

"ed!"

he swats at your hand with a reproachful look before you settle against each other again. ed grins as he blinks sleepily at the ceiling, thinking of the fresh berries and syrup he's planning on drizzling on the french toast, of the fact that it was one of al's favorite things growing up, of how you'd made it your personal mission to perfect it ever since he let it slip that his other used to make it for him as a child.

"buttercream french toast for breakfast, then," you say, your voice slow and drowsy. ed chuckles, turning to drop a soft kiss onto your forehead. he wraps his arm around you and gives you a long squeeze. slowly, the counts your breaths, the way they even out, steady as the summer wind or the rise and fall of the ocean tide.

"yeah," he says, letting his own eyes fall shut once more, you still cradled in his arms, "sounds like a plan."

[manias-wordcount]

Spicy cuddles w/ Edward Elric, mayhap?

Stirring in the Sheets (Edward Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿, 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗠𝗔𝗕 ( 𝗶 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗰 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔). 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You were already awake by the time Ed had started to stir behind you.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been awake for. You didn’t even know what time it was. But you knew it was still far too early. Whenever your eyes would go to look towards the windows, all you could see was an inky, dark sky peaking out from the little spots that remained uncovered by the curtains. So you just continued to lay there, eyes closed and breath steady as you basked in the warmth of the man you love as he spooned you from behind. Just lying on your side and cherishing the fact that your nights with him no longer have to be spent sleeping with one eye open as monsters beyond your imagination chased you around the country. Even though that hasn’t been your reality for a good couple of years.

But then he woke up.

It was completely silent at first. In fact, you’re not even sure when exactly he came to. You just know that one minute, you lying in his arms peacefully, fingers absently tracing patterns into the skin of an arm currently slung around your waist that you still can’t believe is real. The next minute, you were moaning and laughing softly as a pair of lips started to press themselves against your bare neck and shoulder, kissing you over and over and over and over again. 

“You awake?” You heard Edward mumble after a while, in between a few kisses. You could almost feel his content smile against your skin. You know he knows that you are. He’s perceptive and he knows you too well. A combo that has both its pluses and minus. But he’s gentlemanly enough to still check in on you quietly, in case you were still sleeping. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to talk to you. It wouldn’t be so out of character for him. And either way, it filled you up with a nice sort of feeling. One that you just couldn’t help but soak up happily. He always saves his sweet side just for you. And for all the right moments too. It made you feel special. He makes you feel special.

“Mhm…” You confirm softly, wiggling back to press further against your boyfriend’s body. Your action earns you a pleased sound from the man behind you as he adjusts his grip on your body to squeeze you tighter than before.

For a while, he doesn’t say anything else. So you decide to keep quiet as well. You go back to focusing on the world around you, giving yourself the chance to slow down and take it all in. The smell of freshly cleaned sheets. The fluffy pillows beneath your head. The feel of Edward’s legs tangled in between yours. And the faint sensation of his heartbeat against your back.

Reminding you once again that now is a time when all is well and all is calm. You can cuddle and hold each other in peace. Because when you wake up in the morning, there are only errands to run for the house. No orders from the State Military. No research projects are to be completed. Just peace. Just calmness. Just stillness. The type that gets you to lower your guard. The type that makes your eyes feel heavy. The type you just lose yourself in. 

Until suddenly-

“Can I put it in?”

You don’t know what he’s talking about at first. But it takes one quick jerk of his hips for you to be caught up to speed. Now, your mouth is flying open in a near-silent gasp as your boyfriend grinds his erection into the curve of your ass as his hands move to grab your hips for a little more leverage. Behind you, his breathing gets a little heavier. And the kisses he was once placing on your neck? They’re getting a little more needy. So things come as less of a surprise the second he mumbles out his question again, in a voice that seems even more desperate than it was before. “Can I…can I put it in? Please?”

You pause for a moment. This isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in this exact position. Lying awake late at night with your boyfriend rutting into you as thin pieces of fabric keep you both just barely covered. This isn’t even the first time you’ve found yourself in this exact position this month. However, you said you were going to wake up early today and finally get stuff to work on the roof before the sun gets too high. Plus, you’ve already been awake long enough. And you know if you let him get his way, he’ll be keeping up until the sun starts to rise. 

But it is always a pleasant surprise to be reminded about how much your presence affects your boyfriend. And the very reminder of his size as he presses it against you does make things very tempting. 

“Can we still cuddle?” You ask instead, already moving your hands to your hips to tug your panties off. You get yet another kiss for your eagerness- one placed just behind your ear- as Ed’s hands come up to help you pull your underwear down your legs. The sheets get messed up in the process of you lifting and flexing and parting your legs, but you find that you like the sheets and covers off and down towards the bottom of the bed before things even start. Because even if things get cold, you know you still have Ed to keep you nice and warm. “Can we stay just like this?”

“Of course,” He murmurs into your skin as he now begins to pull his briefs down. “Just like this.” 

It’s a little hard for him, even as you try to reach around and help out as much as you can. Though you know it has a lot to do with the fact that’s determined to do it with one hand because his other hand is far too busy reaching under your nightshirt and grasping at your breast. Squeezing and fondling as much as he can grab in his free hand. Seconds later, you feel his cock spring free of its previous confines, brushing up against your bare skin. Eager to be inside of you.

Realistically, you know you both should be spending more time on foreplay. A little bit of rutting over the clothes was enough to get you wet and worked up, sure. But if you wanted to do things the right way, you probably should be drawing things out. Rolling over and sucking on his cock a little. Letting him finger and stretch you out for a good bit. Or, at the very least, you should be busy rubbing your own clit in the ways you know you like. Just to make sure you’re comfortable. Just to make sure you’re ready. Just to make sure it goes in nice and easy.

But admittedly, you don’t want that. You don’t want to wait. You don’t want to waste time. Not when fiddling with the clothes and the sheets has made you wait long enough.

So it’s you who ends up lifting your leg and reaching in between your hand in between them to find your boyfriend's cock and wrap your fingers around it. It was you who ended up aligning it with your lower lips, guiding him forward with a little more fervor than you thought possible at such an hour. And even Ed went to check in on you to ask if you’re sure you don’t want to want to slow down, you just shake your head and roll your hips back, letting his tip brush against your clit in a way that has even him reeling. 

And you know this because the grip he has around your torso goes extra tight and his breathing grows even more labored than before. 

“Tease,” He grits out, and you can just imagine the frustrated expression on his face as clear as day. The gritted teeth. The furrowed brows behind his messy, unbraided hair. Even the little twitch of his eye. And naturally, the image of that popping up in your head (even during such a headed moment) causes you to momentarily lose your cool and give a small laugh. 

But you’re not laughing for long. Because that’s all the warning he gave you before you found him starting to push his cock into you. 

It’s met with a little natural resistance at first. A little tightness that he can’t immediately breakthrough. One of the downsides of skipping to the foreplay is to jump right into the main course. But all he has to do is shift his angle a little bit while your fingers reach down between your legs to part your pussy lips for that barrier to topple. And topple it you both did.

Because just like that, he’s sinking into you. Filling you up inch by inch by inch as you at the sensation of being filled and filled and filled. Inside of you, his cock twitches with want. At the same time, your walls flutter around his thickness as your body adjusts to the sudden intrusion of a familiar entity, whining and squirming at the pleasure it brings you. 

But he still holds you close to him. 

He still spoons you from behind, lying on his side with one arm around your waist and another up your shirt. He still litters your skin with kisses over and over again, as he tells you that he wants to hear your every single moan and every single wet and lewd sound your body makes for him. He does it all, and more while cuddling you.

And even long after he has bottomed out inside of you, offering more than just the slight roll of his hips to ensure he can stay hard inside of you for as long as possible (and so that you never forget who’s has you all worked up and panting like this), he still holds you close. You both still remain in the position that you woke up in. You continue to cuddle. You stay right here. And you stay just like this. For as long as you want to. For as long as you can.

Because there’s nothing better than the peace and pleasure that another person can bring you. There’s nothing better than sharing in that warmth and indulging in another person’s body. There’s nothing better than this- there’s nothing better than doing all this with him. Nothing. 

Except for the heavy sleep you know you’ll both fall into the moment you stop fucking long enough to get the rest you’re both missing out on, of course.