#olivier armstrong x reader

[cloudzoro]

cw: smut

“Please”, you whimper as she pushes her fingers into you. She's been edging you for ages, working you up to an orgasm and stopping before you finally cum, leaving you a shaking, frustrated mess.

“You'll cum; you just gotta prove you deserve it,” she says, leaning down to kiss you. She's a messy kisser, sucking your tongue into her mouth. She pulls away and spits into your open mouth. “Atta girl”, she praises when you swallow. Her thumb presses against your clit as she continues to finger you. The pads of her fingers are rough from years of work, and they feel so good pressing against your walls. You're quickly approaching another orgasm, and you don't tell her in hopes she'll just let you cum. Unfortunately for you, she can feel the way your pussy squeezes her fingers, and she pulls them out. You let out a pathetic whimper, and she softens slightly. “I'll let you cum. I just want you to do it while I rub myself against your pretty pussy” she says.

She manhandles you into a scissoring position and raises your hips as much as she can. She moves herself between your legs so she can rub her clit against yours. She gives a testing roll of her hips, and the friction feels so good that you can't help but move hips along with her.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” she says, putting more force into her movements. Having been denied already, you're close. You're struggling to keep up your movements, so she holds you in place, grinding down on you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You shake and writhe in her grasp as she continues to rock her hips, making herself cum. It's a sticky mess of cum and sweat, but she wouldn't have it any other way. When you're both in the afterglow of your orgasm, she lays down with her head on your chest. Her hand comes up to feel your heartbeat for a second before squeezing and playing with your boobs. She's insatiable, and her time with you is a very small pocket of peace that doesn't get to relish as much as she'd like. She looks up at you, gaze just as intense and lustful as it had been earlier. “Round two?”

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Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Yuki Tsukumo, Revy Lee, Olivier Armstrong, Yoruichi Shihouin, Saeko Tanaka

[urprinceoflove]

Therapy Session

Pairing: Olivier Mira Armstrong x GN!Reader

Summary: You hadn’t been into Fort Briggs for a while now, Major General Armstrong made sure to give you a talk about it.

Warnings: None, pretty much fluff and slight thought of booob

Word Count: 862

A/N: OLIVIER SUPREMACY. (literally wrote this in class so im not sure how good of a story this is)

Fullmetal Alchemist Master List | Full Master List

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You dragged your feet as you walked into Fort Briggs, the workplace was as busy as ever and many workers greeted you as you passed on by. This was not your day. Usually you would be cheery and glad to be there (especially while scouting for a specific major general).

“Y/N, it’s good to see you at the workplace finally.” Falman stated.

You haven’t been at Fort Briggs in a while… right. You had forgotten that while on your honeymoon phase with a man you assumed to be the one, you missed out on plenty of work in the snowy biome.

“Major General Armstrong wants to have a word with me I presume…” You answered quietly.

“That is correct.”

You slumped down even further as you walked with Falman. You weren’t sure if you should be excited or fear the fact that the major general would like to have a word with you.

“Oh come on,” He began, trying his best to cheer you up. “What is the big idea here? The major general is not one to be feared—”

Speaking of the famous major general, she happened to appear right in front of Falman when he was in the middle of his speech.

Falman gulped, saluted the major general and turned around. “G-Good luck, Y/N” He couldn’t help his voice from trembling, that didn’t help your situation at all.

You looked up at the major general. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was staring directly down at you.

“Major General Armstrong, sir… It’s good to see you…”

“Cut the crap, Y/N. Walk with me.” Olivier ordered.

You straightened up and did as you were told. The walk with General Armstrong was always as it had been, you beside her doing your absolute best to appease her demands. Many of the crew members who were working in the fort noticed you. Some were joyful to see you back at the establishment and others were grimacing at the thought of what the major general was to speak to you about.

Once you got into the major general’s office, she went to have a seat in her chair.

“Close the door behind you.” She ordered. You did just that, gulping as you solemnly walked towards the chair placed in front of her desk. You sat down, not waiting for the order to do so. “You haven’t been here at work.” The major general deduced.

You shook your head. “I do apologize sincerely, sir.”

Olivier set her elbows on her desk using her hands to hold her head up as she speaks to you. “May I ask why that is, lieutenant?

“I recently broke it off with someone I was speaking to… romantically.” You looked up, there was no facial expression change in the major general. Your head slumped back down. “It’s no excuse, I know. I should be here at Fort Briggs since it is the only home I have. Maybe I got a bit carried away.

Olivier groaned. “Lieutenant, I am not here for a therapy session.” She stood up from her desk and walked over to you. She spun your chair to where you were facing her and set her hands on the arm rests.

You felt your face grow warm at the sight.

Olivier caught this and smiled. “I knew you still had it out for me.”

“What? I do not!” You protested, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Uh-huh…” Olivier leaned in closer. You stayed still as she did so. She was staring into your eyes and you back at hers, but it wasn’t long before your eyes flicked to her lips and she pulled away. She took her hands off of the armrests and backed a few steps away from you. You weren’t relieved at the action. You were quite disappointed.

“That settles it then.” The major general announced. “You are free to go on with your duties as normal.”

“Thank you, major general.” You let out weakly. You got up from your chair, confused at what had just happened but you forced yourself not to think too much about it. You had your back turned to the major general and you were just about to reach the door to the office when she stopped you.

“One more thing, Y/N.” Her voice sounded closer. Once you turned to get your final orders from the major general you felt her lips on yours. Your eyes widened at the action, but you leaned into the kiss almost immediately. General Armstrong had one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. You weren’t too sure if you were even allowed to touch Olivier without her throwing you out the window in defiance, but you found your hand placed upon her chest anyway. Too close to her breast. You warmed up even more at your interesting thoughts.

The major general pulled away from you, practically leaving you a mess to go out into Fort Briggs to act as if nothing had happened at all. You couldn’t help, but walk out of the office with a giddy attitude and a smile plastered on your face.

[arkive78]

Someone pls give me more Olivier fanfic I’M BEGGING

Hi! I'm frankly disturbed by the lack of general Olivier Armstrong/reader I can find cuz damn, yes ma'am 😍 Could you help a buddy out? 🖤

thank you so much for the request, anon! i’ve been meaning to writing something with Olivier for quite a while now, and you gave me an excuse to do so. note: i made two versions of this, the first version is a gender neutral reader and that will be underneath the cut, while the ao3 version linked will be female!reader. i wrote the original in female reader, so if you want the full effect, i suggest ao3. 

mulling over coffee with company ~ also on ao3

“Are you cold, Lieutenant?” General Armstrong asked and noted your trembling hands as you stepped with her onto a balcony and overlooked the snowy hills rising and falling around the border of Briggs. Her sword was sheathed by her hip, and she let her hand rest against the hilt. 

You shook your head and shoved your hands in your pockets. “Nothing I’m not used to, General.” You looked at her with a light smile. The intensity of her features had fallen as it grew later into the evening. In the lantern lights of the terrace and the moonlight beaming from the sky, her deep-set, tired cerulean eyes were apparent as you studied her face. 

“You are staring, Lieutenant,” Olivier said and broke you from your gaze, locking her eyes with your own. “Permission to speak freely, if you have something to say.” 

Your eyes widened. “No, sir. I don’t,” you returned and scorned the prying words on your tongue. 

Olivier appeared shocked, and her breath hitched ever so slightly as her lips parted. “Are you sure, Lieutenant?” she asked, letting her composure drop for a moment. 

You faltered and swallowed. “You just seem more,” you paused, and gave an ahem, “tired than usual, General. I couldn’t help but notice how your eyes look underneath the lower lights. And of course, the moonlight. It’s a full one tonight.” 

“Oh,” Olivier said and looked up to the sky. “It is.” She ignored your statements about her appearance and returned to her hardened expression. 

There was silence between you and her for a long moment, and you wondered if you had struck a nerve, the things you said a bit too forward for her liking. But as always, she was unreadable, and her gaze was fixed on the moon. 

“Lieutenant,” Olivier spoke, letting her hands fall tightly by her side. “Let me invite you to my quarters for the remainder of the evening. I won’t keep you long.” 

You nodded as heat rushed to your cheeks. “Yes, sir,” you said with a salute. 

Olivier shook her head and spun on her heel, her waist-length blond hair swishing through the air as she whirled around. 

You followed her promptly and wondered why it was she would ask you to her quarters at such an hour. It was likely a simple reason, to mull over coffee with company until the night ended. But there was a part of you that, as you watched her strut with high shoulders after the moment of failed collectedness by Olivier, she might be requesting you for something less professional. 

Not that you minded, though, because you would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to the general in a less than acceptable manner. She was a stunning woman in the least of words, and often, just as you did on the balcony, you found yourself reveling in her demanding atmosphere, picturing what it would be like to be under a different extent of her command. That vision of Olivier was what guided you off to sleep some nights, though you wouldn’t admit it. 

You continued to follow her as she took you through her office, hanging her heavy black jacket by the door of her room. 

“Leave your jacket on the rack,” she told and opened the door to her quarters, signaling for you to go inside. “I have access to heating.” 

You nodded and placed the jacket on the hook, across from her own. You stepped into her living area as she flipped on the lights and let the door fall shut behind the both of you. 

Olivier relaxed her shoulders and eased over to the far side of the room, where a fresh pot of coffee had just been brewed. She took two mugs from the collection on her bookshelf and poured you both a mug full. 

“Take a seat, Second Lieutenant,” Olivier said after handing you the mug and watched her with wide eyes. 

You pointed to the chair at her desk. “Is that alright?” 

“Of course,” she answered and sat on her bed, cooling her coffee with a breath before taking a sip. 

You sat in the chair and faced Olivier as her slender fingers wrapped around the mug as she brought it to her lips and gulped the beverage down with a heavy exhale. 

“Like a deer in headlights,” she muttered under her breath and set the mug on her bedside table. Olivier then met your eyes. “You aren’t in trouble, Lieutenant.” 

Your chest relaxed in relief, but you were still puzzled by her actions. “Then why did you bring me here, General?” 

“I like your company, and I didn’t think you should be in the cold this late,” Olivier answered, discarding her Amestrian military jacket on the bed. “You can’t lie to me, Lieutenant.” 

Your cheeks went red at her words. “Look where we are,��� you rebutted, “It’s nothing I can’t handle. You shouldn’t worry about me, General. I’m just another soldier beneath your command.” 

Her nonchalant expression shifted to something closer to concern, with hints of anger in her eyes, and the general straightened in her seat. 

“Do not say such a thing, Lieutenant,” Olivier declared, her voice stern as she bore her eyes into yours. “You are not just another soldier, nor have you ever been! You are the only one underneath my command that is worth multiple tens of your fellow men.” She rose from her seat on the bed and stepped towards you. 

“You would not be in my bedroom if it wasn’t for your status as a one of the highest regarded in my eyes. Do not ever think of yourself as simply another one of my men, or-” a pause, she took a grip on your jacket “-another soldier.” The final words of her statement were spoken with a bitter taste on her tongue as she glared in your eyes. But her eyes softened as she let go of your jacket and let out a heavy exhale. 

You stood from your chair and eased to Olivier, but she refused to meet your eyes. Her statement, and her apprehensiveness about your response, explained why it was she brought you here in the first place. You were proud to be more than just another soldier to her, but you knew you, by her outburst, that you meant even more than that to her. 

“General,” you whispered and brought your hand to her cheek, and the warmness of her skin radiated under your touch. 

She let out a shaky breath as she finally leaned into your hand and met your eyes. She shook her head. 

“Forgive me for my outburst,” she spoke, her low but voice returned to its regular intensity. She took a step forward and closed the gap between you and her. “But you mustn’t disregard what I said.” 

Your breath hitched. “I won’t, sir.” 

“No.” She pursed her lips at the honorific and set her arm against your waist. “You are to call me Olivier from now on.” 

You weren’t sure how to respond, afraid your lips might go for hers during your attempt to speak. So you nodded, with wide eyes gazing into hers. You watched her eyes fall to your lips as she carded her fingers through your hair with the hand that didn’t have a hold on your hip.

Olivier broke and crashed her lips against yours, settling the suffocating tension as she would with her sword. She kissed you deeply, with the intensity and desire of a woman who’s previous physical release had been in years prior to her current circumstance and the taste of coffee on her tongue. She lifted you by your thighs and set you on her desk, not once breaking the lock on your lips. 

You returned this fervent need for her and kissed her with the passion rivaling her own as you continued to hold her jaw tightly in your hand, rhythmically stroking her cheek with your thumb. Even from above your layered uniform, the pressure with which her fingers pushed into your waist seemed enough to bruise, increased doubly with the use of both hands as she fought for leverage while kissing you.

“Olivier,” you groaned softly, parting from her lips for air.

Her eyes were half-lidded and low and through rose-tinted cheeks and the fondness in her expression, it was exhaustion that flooded her face, echoing her appearance on the balcony. Olivier sighed and kissed you once more, quick with her action. She released your hips from her grasp and rubbed them gently. 

“I hope I didn’t hurt you.” 

You shook your head. “If I need bruises and I need ice, I’ll come to you.” 

Olivier extended her hand to help you step down from her desk. “If you need anything in the night, come to me.” 

“Of course.” You steadied on your feet and smiled, easing to the door of her bedroom. “You try and get some rest tonight, alright? Can’t let the Northern Wall of Briggs fall.” 

Olivier nodded with a hint of a smile on her face. “Goodnight, Lieutenant.” 

[fairy-writes]

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Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

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Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

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Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

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[tare-anime]

Fullmetal Alchemist

Welp, finally I read this manga.

So very late, yes I know, but this and that happened and I've finally able to binge read this amazing 10 years work (2001-2010) in a little more than a week.

Tbh, the first book was mostly world building and kind of slow paced, but starting from the last half of second book.... I can't stop reading.

Wow. Just wow.

As a reader who usually has to wait a week or two between each chapter, being able to read a series from start to finish in a week is quite a different experience, tbh 🤣🤣 I need two days to take a breath and comprehend the story. There must be details that I missed that I need to reread.

Overall, the highlight of this series is the impecabble characterizations and the growth of each character, and character dynamics.

And not only Ed and Al as protagonists, or Winry, Roy, Izumi as the closest support characters but also the people around them up until the minorest characters. I love Scar, Barry the Chopper, the Homonculus, and even the main antagonist Shadow in the flask.

All of them get their moments to shine. All of them got their share of development, and most important, all of them got to do something in the plot!

The world building and plot also been done amazingly. From the current timeline, up until events in the past, and all loose ends being tied up in the end that give me the most satisfactory endings. It is still an open ending, but at the same time the epilogue feels enough.

And of course, this manga contains so many amazing female characters, and each one of them is so badass. They have their strength and weakness and impact to the people around them.

My favorites mommies.... Izumi Curtiz and Olivier Armstrong.

OmG!!!! Especially in these badass moments??? 🛐🛐🛐🛐 My Queeeennn!

Of course, I will always love black haired beauty with knives. LanFan my beloved 💖💖💖💖

And last but not least, Granny Pinnako!

I mean, this person has been there, and will always be there through sweet moments and sorrows. Supporting Trisha and Hohenheim, Ed and Al, Winry. She stands strong for them. She is there when these people needs some strong hands to steady their wobbly legs. And pushes them to carry on with their life.

That is.... one amazing woman right there!!

As far as pairing ships, being a TwiYor fan I am, I've always been bombarded with Royai fanarts (and I'm not complaining). Yes, I noticed the tragic pasts, the relationship, and how supportive Royai can be (and it is quite similar to TwiYor in a way), but I think for FMA, I lean more to Ed and Winry ship.

Don't get me wrong, I love both ships.

But seeing Ed and Winry grow from little boy and girls, do their share of hardships, realize their feelings, and finally voice their awkward proposal. Auugghhh!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

My favorite moments for these ships are:

Yes yes, I will still love angst and hurt/comfort whenever I go 🤣🤣🤣

Oh, other ships that I like: LanFan and Lin, Izumi and Sig, May and Alphonse, Mr and Mrs. Hughes.

All in all, what an amazing series. I'm glad I finally able to read this 🥰🥰🥰🥰 and will do a reread while waiting for the next spy x family chapter.

[poursomesunaonme]

Can I get 7 and 32 with Olivier please? (You have no idea how happy it makes me to see someone who writes for her) Thank you!

yesss she's the best!!

send me a character and 1-2 numbers & i'll write you a drabble!

wc: 557

cw: dubcon if you squint, age gap, fingering, overstim

the soft blow of your orgasm drones out the sounds of the party from downstairs. you squirm, legs opening and closing rapidly around your own hand. it’s a soft climax, but one that easily soothes your nerves to head back downstairs.

your father was a prominent figure in the military, and always hosted balls to make new connections within the ranks. it was an easy strategy, really, and got him a high chance to succeed the current fuhrer.

you were fixing your garments with the door to your room opened. to your horror, one of the most terrifying leaders in all of amestris walked into your room.

the iron wall of briggs.

her blonde hair shone in the dim light that filtered into the lack of illumination in your room. she was silent as she closed the door and strode before you. hard blue eyes fixed on your frame as you fiddled with your dress.

you tried to muster a graceful curtsey in her presence. “general armstrong, it’s a pleasure to-”

“get on the bed,” she commanded, but softly to where no one would hear from outside. you furrowed your brows, but obeyed her command. her perfume was musky, powerful as she parted your legs with a hand.

you had always heard stories of the powerful general, but you’d never expected her to be such a beautiful woman (as if the two were mutually exclusive). but it made for an arousal that you had never felt in your life.

you can barely blink before her hand slides into your panties. you try to close your legs together, but she holds them open by wedging an elbow in between.

“i don’t find these parties interesting,” she mutters, slipping a finger between your damp folds. “wanna be my little friend for the rest of them?” you don’t know the general in the slightest, don’t know what she’s like besides being one of the coldest women to exist, but something about the attention that she so randomly decided to pay you intrigues you. you nod before your head snaps back against the pillows when she slides a finger in.

“did you already finish without me?” she asks when the aftershocks of your last orgasm periodically squeeze her finger. you nod. “i heard you already. just wanted to see if you’d actually tell me.”

a warmth blossoms underneath your cheeks as she shrugs before starting to massage your clit with her thumb. that’s when it gets you, that stinging feeling that you don’t know all too well. you press your legs harder together, not wanting to endure the feeling that makes you want to stop altogether for the first time in your life.

“overstimulated?” olivier asks with a knowing smile. you’re not too sure what it means, but you nod along anyway. she tsks, pressing a kiss to your knee before continuing. “don’t worry. if you push through it now, it’ll feel even better later.”

you have to fight back a scream when you finally cum because the general was absolutely right. you bite down on the back of your hand, not wanting anyone else to hear what was going on with the iron wall of briggs and the general’s daughter.

olivier disappears before you know it, but something tells you that it won’t be the last you see of her.

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[junosartsthetic]

Olivier Mira Armstrong x F!Reader

When you were younger, you always dreamed of becoming one of the best doctors in Amestris. It took years of studying and determination but you managed to succeed in your dream, promptly providing your services to your country’s military. Soon after, you were transferred to the freezing north to the desolate Fort Briggs. 

You remembered your first day well.

Clutching your hands on your arms, you winced against the harsh cold. You’d only been in the open air for a few moments but you already missed the warmth of the car which brought you here.

Looking behind you, you noticed the car turn around and plow away, leaving you alone.

You clutched the letter of introduction form your superiors and prayed the rumors about the general of this place weren’t true.

Bracing yourself, you shuffled forward towards the giant wall. Suddenly, the main doors opened and a small group lurked in the depths within. 

“Hello!” you called, shivering hands holding out the letter. “My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I’m the new doctor!”

A looming figure stepped out of the orange-lit hallway of the fort and you held back a gasp.

Her blonde hair whipped around her pale and well-shaped face, framing her large intimidating eyes and full unsmiling lips. Her sapphire eyes pierced you from behind long black lashes. A bright blue outfit fit her muscular and well-built body perfectly as a sword dangled against her thigh. Major General Armstrong.

She paced forward swiftly, grabbing the letter from your hand and tossing it into the snow.

“I don’t care what central says about you. I’ll judge you myself.”

With that, she turned, leading the way into the infamous fort Briggs. You quickly followed behind her. 

As soon as your feet made it inside, the entryway shut violently behind you. You jumped.

A dark man with brilliant white hair soon stood beside you. You looked over and up to meet his eyes, though they hid behind a pair of sunglasses.

“I am Major Miles. I’ll show you to the medical quarters.”

From that day onwards, you quickly fell into place. You met the automail mechanic Neil, who helped you during your first days, introducing you to the troops. You soon became friendly with almost everyone at the fort, save for Major General Armstrong. 

It’s now been almost a month since you arrived, and though you heard from the grapevine that Armstrong respected you as a doctor, you’ve yet to even speak to her since the day you arrived. 

You broke from your thoughts when Major Miles walked into your quarters. You noticed him clutching his side. “Good afternoon,” you spoke, getting up from your seat. You gestured to a hospital bed. “Get comfortable there and take off your uniform top. I’ll look at your injury.”

“You’re very perceptive, doctor (Y/N). I didn’t even tell you my side hurt.”

You shrugged. “I saw you clutching your side. What happened? Sparring gone awry?”

He nodded, tossing his uniform onto a nearby chair. You noted a bruise beginning to blossom near his right hip.

You took a seat on your office chair, rolling over to where he now laid down on his back. “I’m going to feel around the bruise. Tell me if there’s a place it hurts particularly bad. I doubt you fractured or broke anything, but just in case.”

“Alright,” Miles said, looking around your office as you began to assess his wound. “By the way, Major General Armstrong mentioned you earlier.”

You jumped at this news, hands pressing hard against the bruise. “Ow!”

“Sorry,” you squeaked, shaking your head. “What, umm, what did she say?”

Miles noticed your flustered state. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly. “What’d she say?”

“She was on the phone with someone and told them you were an excellent doctor.”

You froze. “Well, umm, I’m flattered. I’m glad she thinks so highly of me.”

Changing the subject, you spoke, “You just have a large bruise. Put some ice on it and you’ll be fine.”

You rolled away on your chair, swiftly picking up your pen and documenting the visit.

Miles thanked you for your help and redressed before leaving.

You let out a breath. “God,” you muttered, shaking yourself out. “Even a mention of Major General Armstrong and I freak out.” You slapped your head. “Get a hold of yourself, (Y/N). Whatever feeling you have, get rid of it.”

Neil, who overheard you, wheeled his chair right next to you, a sly look on his face. “Feeling?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shush. You know I’m petrified of her and her opinion of me. She’s the only person I’m not comfortable around.”

He patted your back. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone here loves you and your great medical skills.”

With that, he rolled back to his station, leaving you to your thoughts.

Before you could even pick up your pen again, another figure walked into the medical room. “Doctor,” a low and commanding voice spoke. Major General Armstrong.

You spun around in your chair, saluting. “Yes, sir!”

You noticed she was scuffed up, blood splattered around her face and uniform. You stood up, rushing over to where she took a seat on the hospital bed.

“Those damn icicles,” she muttered, starting to strip her top. “At the slightest wind they risk falling. Unfortunately, I got in the way of their fall.”

Your eyes widened as Olivier tossed her jacket and top aside, leaving her in a black bra. You gulped, attempting to focus only on the small bloody puncture wounds around her pale shoulders and face, but your eyes kept wandering. She had the body of a goddess, muscled and battle-worn, but beautiful and strong. 

You quickly turned around, face burning, as you grabbed some disinfectant and bandages. “Sorry that happened, sir,” you whispered meekly. “I’ll get you patched up asap.”

“Doctor,” she spoke. “Calm down.”

You took a breath, turning back around slowly. “Sorry,” you said softly. You reached in your lab coat, pulling out a rag and damping it with disinfectant. 

“I’m going to clean all the wounds and bandage them. I’ll also check if you’ll need stitches. Some of these wounds look pretty large, sir.”

Olivier nodded.

You got to work, starting at her chest and shoulders. “This will sting a bit,” you stated, brushing the dried blood aside and wiping the wounds with disinfectant. 

You heard her hiss softly. 

Working quickly, you cleaned and bandaged all her wounds, only leaving her face to patch up. It looked to be only superficial scratches.

You grabbed a new rag, getting it damp with water. “I’m going to clean your face up now, sir.”

“Do what you need, Doctor (Y/N).”

You gently brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear as you brushed the blood off her forehead. Then you moved to her cheek, swiping away the blood and examining the scratch. It didn’t need any bandaging, neither did the scratches on her forehead, so you proceeded to clean the blood off her chin.

Unconsciously, you leaned in and stepped closer, trying to examine the wound and see if it required a patch.

After a few seconds, you returned to your seat, setting the rags aside. “You’re all set. Nothing needs stitched. Just keep cleaning the scratches and replacing those bandages, sir.”

You looked at Armstrong. Her face was blank and her eyes were unfocused. You thought you spotted pink dusting her cheeks. She quickly came to, hair falling in her face as she nodded curtly. Her familiar stern expression returned. “Many thanks, doctor. I’ll return tomorrow so you can replace the bandages.”

“Actually,” you started, but she had already dressed herself and hurried out the door. You were going to tell her she could attend to the bandages herself, but it was fine. You didn’t mind doing that again.

The next day the Major General showed up at your sleeping quarters around eight at night. 

You opened your door, surprised. “Hello, sir. Can I help you?”

She grabbed some patches from her coat jacket. “Re-doing the bandages,” she stated, already walking in before you had time to respond.

Within moments, she’d stripped her top off and sat down on your bed.

You shook yourself out of your shell-shocked state, taking the patches from her. 

“Right.”

You quickly got started, and before long you were eye-to-eye with her, finishing up the scratches on her face.

You applied the last new bandage to her cheek, but her hand grabbed yours before you could remove it from her face.

“(Y/N),” she spoke. She’d never used only your first name before. “Thank you.”

You nodded. “Of course, sir. Anything for you. I am here if you need me.”

“I know,” she replied, moving her free hand to grasp your cheek. You froze, shocked. “Sir..?”

Olivier moved quickly, lips crashing into yours for only a moment before she grabbed her top and jacket, slipped it on, and vanished out the door. “A token of appreciation,” you heard her call as her footsteps drifted away.

You stood in your room, unmoving. You reached up, touching your lips. “Holy shit,” you muttered. “What a woman.”

[ourotakuparadise]

Hiii, Can I request hc of Olivier Armstrong having a clumsy lover? :3

Enjoy~~!

……..♦……..

Oliever Armstrong

Okay, realmente como aconteceu ou como no mundo algoimpossível como vocês nem se quer a própria Oliever sabe.

A personalidadeestrita e sua ideologia filosófica da sobrevivência dos mais aptos écontraditória em ter alguém atrapalhado como namorado/namorada;

Mas você consegue compensar seu lado desajeitado com muitoesforço e trabalho duro e ela reconhece isso;

Provavelmente foi isso que chamou a atenção dela;

Vocês se tornaram o clássico exemplo de que os opostos seatraem;

A propósito, sim, ela é bastante rígida com você;

Principalmente se você faz parte das Forças ArmadasAmestrinas;

Ninguém tem privilégios no esquadrão ou equipe que esteja designadaa liderar;

Caso você não faça parte do Estado Militar, ela não é tãoestrita;

No caso ela é mais estrita com ela mesma para manter orelacionamento de vocês o mais discreto possível;

Não a entenda errado, ela faz isso por proteção sua e sabe-selá o que este mundo cruel guarda para cada um;

Os encontros de vocês são simples, mas tendo significadosprofundos para vocês;

Ela é muito observadora e sabe como julgar as própriasações, afinal ela não ganhou seu título de Major General por nada!

Algumas vezes ela te dá bronca quando te vê tropeçando ousendo desastrado;

Esse é o jeito de demonstrar carinho então você pode saber oquanto ela valoriza e está preocupada com você;

A propósito mesmo que ela não te dê privilégios, essa é umameia verdade…

Se alguém lhe ferir ou lhe intimidar…

Bem, devo dizer que verão o inferno chegar a eles através dafúria de Major General Olivier Armstrong.

……..♦……..

Armstrong

Okay, really how it happened or how in the world something impossible like you don’t even want Oliever herself knows.

The strict personality and her philosophical ideology of survival of the fittest is contradictory in having someone clumsy as a boyfriend/girlfriend;

But you can make up for your clumsy side with a lot of effort and hard work and she recognizes that;

That’s probably what caught her attention;

You have become the classic example of opposites attracting;

By the way, yes, she is quite strict with you;

Especially if you are part of the Military State;

No one has privileges on the squad or team they are assigned to lead;

If you are not part of the Military State, it is not so strict;

In this case, she is stricter with herself to keep your relationship as discreet as possible;

Don’t get her wrong, she does it for your protection and who knows what this cruel world has in store for everyone;

Your dates are simple, but they have deep meanings for you two;

She is very observant and knows how to judge her own actions, after all she didn’t earn her Major General title for nothing!

Sometimes she scolds you when she sees you tripping or being clumsy;

This is her way to show affection so you can know how much she values ​​and cares about you;

By the way even if she doesn’t give you privileges, that’s a half truth…

If someone hurts you or bully you…

Well, I must say, they will see hell come to them through the wrath of Major General Olivier Armstrong.

……..♦……..

Armstrong

Está bien, realmente cómo sucedió o cómo en el mundo algo imposible como tú no quieres que ni siquiera la propia Oliever lo sepa.

La personalidad estricta y su ideología filosófica de supervivencia del más apto es contradictoria en tener a alguien enredado como novio/novia;

Pero tu torpeza se puede compensar con mucho esfuerzo y trabajo duro y ella lo reconoce;

Probablemente eso fue lo que llamó su atención;

Te has convertido en el ejemplo clásico de la atracción de los opuestos;

Por cierto, sí, ella es bastante estricta contigo;

Especialmente si eres parte de las Fuerzas Armadas de Amestrine;

Nadie tiene privilegios en el escuadrón o equipo que se le asigna dirigir;

Si no eres parte del Estado Militar, no es tan estricto;

En este caso, ella es más estricta consigo misma para mantener su relación lo más discreta posible;

No la malinterpretes, lo hace por tu protección y quién sabe lo que este mundo cruel tiene reservado para todos;

Tus encuentros son simples, pero tienen profundos significados para ti;

Ella es muy observadora y sabe cómo juzgar sus propias acciones, después de todo, ¡no se ganó el título de Mayor General por nada!

A veces te regaña cuando te ve tropezar o torpe;

Esta es la manera de demostrar cariño para que puedas saber cuánto te valora y se preocupa por ti;

Por cierto, aunque ella no te dé privilegios, eso es una verdad a medias…

Si alguien te lastima o te intimida…

Bueno, debo decir que verán venir el infierno a través de la ira del Mayor General Olivier Armstrong.

[randomfandomimagine]

Dating Olivier Armstrong Would Include

Requested by anon:

Can you do a Dating Olivier Armstrong would include? Thanks!

At first she was a little cold towards you

Not because she didn’t like you, but it’s her natural behavior

Mainly to remind everyone how strong she is

And that’s she’s in control

After all, she has a lot of people under her command

But she’s also just that way

To keep undesirable people away

With you, however, she has a soft spot

She realizes how sweet you are, and she gets a liking to you

Even if she tries not to grow fond of you, she does!

You just manage to get under her skin

You slowly become friends

In fact, you’ve only seen her smile (and even laugh) around you

Mainly when you make a joke or flirt with her

Actually, she relaxes a lot with you

Otherwise she’s always very tense, almost alert

But you have such a special and unique bond

You understand each other

Your respect each other a lot

And there’s just a lot of love, even if subtle and somewhat hidden

There’s physical affection, but it’s mostly subtle

Overall lots of hugs and hand holding

Also kissing, lots and lots of kisses

The kisses are sometimes soft pecks

Other times they are passionate full on kisses

None of this in public, though, she prefers to do it when you’re in private

Olivier also lets you initiate them most of the time

You don’t cuddle unless you snuggle closer to her

She’s not big on cuddling herself

She enjoys flustering you, though

Which is why sometimes she initiates some cheeky gestures

And when you blush she teases you about it

Visiting her in Briggs

She’s fiercely protective of you

Olivier will fight anyone that dares bother you

Just because she cares a lot about you

And doesn’t stand the thought of something happening to you

Or someone messing with you, she’s not gonna let them

Tagging (x): @anonymoiselle, @overpowered-insanity, @dancewaterdance02

[antichildeismoving]

fmab kiss headcanons — greed, roy, edward, and olivier

These would take place post-epilogue in an ‘everyone lives/no one dies’ canon. I don’t think they need any content warnings, but if you spot something please let me know and I’ll tag it.

Full disclosure, Greed’s are a little spicier than the rest because I don’t know how to act. They can work for either incarnation, though I had Greedling in mind when I wrote them.

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Greed:

Greed’s kisses are desperate. Hungry. As if your touch is something he can consume.

He’ll dig his fingers into your hips hard enough to make his knuckles blanche, pulling you as close as can be.

Sexual or not, he loves to be touched, and even though he doesn’t need to sleep he’ll lay there beside you every night, clinging to you like a man lost at sea.

It’s in these moments that he feels happy. It’s in these moments he feels human.

Roy:

Roy’s kisses are a means to an end.

He kisses you when he wants to get on your good side, or more often when he wants to shut you up.

It’s playful of course— if you really have something important to say, he’ll always listen. After all, it’s good practice for a future king.

Although he tends to tease you, Roy is astonishingly patient, and his kisses reflect that. They’re slow, deliberate, and sweet.

And maybe even a little fiery too, especially on days when work isn’t going well.

Edward:

Edward’s kisses are chaste.

He’ll press them to the top of your head, the tip of your nose, the line of your jaw— at times they feel more protective than romantic.

There are two reasons for this. The first is that it’s very easy to make Edward flustered.

He’ll blush at any sort of affection, even if it’s just a peck on the cheek.

The second is that Ed has lost a lot of people over the course of his life.

He’d give anything to keep you safe, and little touches remind him that you’re here, alive and breathing.

Olivier:

Olivier’s kisses are a luxury.

Her plush lips are one of the only soft things about her, a stark contrast to her icy personality.

She rarely talks when you’re alone together. It’s almost as if she doesn’t trust her tongue to match the gentleness of her touches.

Instead she’ll hum an affirmation, perhaps place her gloved hand on top of your own.

She’ll let you stroke her blonde curls, looking at you with half lidded eyes.

Just know that she’s always got her guard up, even in these moments

[cloudzoro]

She gently rocks her hips from behind you, letting her strap stimulate you through your first orgasm of the night. Once you've settled, she keeps a grip on your hair as she pulls out. She guides you to turn around so you're facing her.

“Suck it for me, baby. Taste yourself.” She says with a grin. Not everything in sex is about physical stimulation. Sometimes just a visual can have someone riled up in seconds. You do as you're told; taking the toy into your mouth and sucking around it. She coos praises as you take it as far as you can. You know she wants a show and you're more than happy to entertain her. When you try and look up to meet her eyes your pussy clenches at the expression on her face - she looks about ready to eat you alive. She pulls you up to her eye level by the hair and leans in to speak to you. “Do you want to go another round with the strap? or so you want me to take this off and sit right on that pretty face?”

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Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Tashigi, Mikasa Ackerman, Olivier Armstrong, Yuki Tsukomo, Utahime Iori

[urprinceoflove]

Fullmetal Alchemist 2003/Brotherhood Master List

Master List Key:

fluff - normal text

angst - italicized text

coming soon - crossed out text

Olivier Mira Armstrong

The Special Treatment

Therapy Session

[hmm-self-indulgence]

Olivier Mira Armstrong x reader head cannons

It goes without saying that her love is very strange, she’s a headstrong woman who believes in survival of the fittest, and to be at her side she expects you to be strong.

You stay with her at the Briggs wall, and share her bare quarters. She is softer there, and is open to affection. 

Date nights are mostly spent in her quarters, with the best rations at Briggs. Talking while drinking terrible coffee, or hunting outside the walls. 

Any time Drachma makes an attack, her eyes subconsciously gravitate towards you. Sticking close in battle just to make sure you are alright. She knows you can handle yourself, but the Northern Wall of Briggs protects you.

PDA doesn't exist. In public, you call are to call her Major General Armstrong. Anything other than that and she will threaten you just the same as any other under her command. When its just the two of you behind closed doors, she lets you call her Olivier (or any other pet name you have in store). 

She loves you, but don’t even think about asking her to leave her post. She tries to make living in the cold more bearable.

She pops the question on the promised day, during a lull in battle. It’s one of the few times you see her look even slightly frightened as she turned to you.  “Lieutenant Colonel (L/N)! When we return to Briggs, I expect you to be an Armstrong, and that’s an order!” 

[fairy-writes]

1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023! 

ALL ORDERS ARE UNDER #fairy1300followers

Rules are: 

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

TWO ORDERS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted. 

I will write for the following people:

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

MENU

Sizes: 

Large: Imagine (500-750 Words)

Medium: Scenario (350-500 Words)

Small: Drabble (250-350 Words)

Extra-Small: Headcanons (new headcanon style with a short blurb at the end)

Drinks: 

Latte: Fluff

Black Coffee: Whump (physical pain)

Espresso: Angst (emotional pain)

Cappuccino: Hurt/Comfort

Mocha: Paranormal (idk what this entails, but I’ll figure it out, lol)

Americano: Platonic Relationships

Smoothie: My choice! Just send in a character and a size!

Add-On Specials: 

With Spice: Victorian Era AU

With Sugar: Pirate AU

With Cream: Domestic AU

With Ice: Soulmate AU

Extra Hot: Fantasy AU

Example Order: Hello! Can I please get a large latte with spice with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer? 

Translation: Hello! Can I get a fluffy Victorian AU imagine with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Example Order: Can I please order a medium black coffee with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

Translation: Can I please get a whump scenario with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

[poursomesunaonme]

The Olivier one was so good! Thank you! Is it cool if I request another one with her with 26 and maybe 33?

of course my angel<333 i'm not used to writing a lot of wlw but i'm trying to get into it more so i appreciate the practice!

send me a character and 1-2 numbers & i'll write you a little drabble<3

wc: 436

cw: jealous sex, edging, fingering, orgasm denial

at first glance, olivier may not seem like the possessive type. she’s scarily calm, cool, and collected. and you have no idea what actually gets her to unravel.

until you’re splayed out beneath her, watching as she adds a third finger into your throbbing cunt.

“please, please,” you beg, “please let me cum.”

“not yet,” she says, “not until you’ve learned your lesson.”

her fingers curve upwards, all massaging your sweet spot in such harmony. your legs shake, juice leaks down from your pussy. but olivier keeps a straight face, watches you as you squirm like a pathetic little baby.

“i have though,” you whine. “please, liv, i have.”

“do you even know what you did?” she scoffs, pinching your clit meanly with her other hand. you cry out, feeling yourself teeter on the verge of the orgasm. but she stops before you can take a step into those throes of bliss.

“i… i…” you can’t even think straight, not with the frustration welling within you, not with the tears beginning to bead on your lashes.

“so flirting is a means of ranking up in the military, now?” she accuses. in your hazy mind, it’s too hard to pick out the moment that she speaks of. you know that it can’t be anything that you meant. you would never ever think of leaving her for someone else.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. she just sighs, splaying out her fingers to stretch out your walls. you crumble underneath her touch, under her diligence in edging you like a punishment.

“you’re mine,” she states, “all mine.”

her fingers thrusting in and out of you are a testament to that. she knows every inch of your body, knows how you react when you’re close. that’s what makes edging you so easy for her and so damn tortuous for you.

“i’m yours,” you echo, dumbly, as she flattens her palm against your clit.

“fuck yourself on my hand and maybe i’ll let you cum.”

you obey without a second thought. finishing is the only thing you can think of, the only thing you can dream of.

she watches with a smile that you can’t quite decipher. you think she looks absolutely radiant with the power she has over you. and it’s true. you couldn’t even imagine leaving her for someone else.

and it’s that thought that drives you over the edge, frantically winding and twisting your hips on her hand. you want her to know that she’s the only one you want, and you hope that she believes it.

you know that she does the seconds your lips touch once more.

© all work belongs to poursomesunaonme. do not copy and repost.

[randomfandomimagine]

Can I request headcanons of Olivier Armstrong from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood with a reader s/o who randomly comes to Briggs to visit her?

Cool, more Fullmetal stuff! :3 I have never written for Olivier, so bear with me, but thank you so much for requesting something, anon! 

Olivier Armstrong: 

She definitely wasn’t expecting it

And she pretends not to care because her men are there

“What are you doing here?” 

“Visiting you! What else?” 

You could have sworn she smiled, but when you blink it’s gone

Olivier mumbles something about being busy, but you can tell she’s happy to see you despite it all

So she takes you to another room to have more privacy

There, once alone, she finally smiles openly

She is very happy that you’re there, and she’s missed you

You notice the change and give her a hug

She doesn’t pull away and in fact embraces it

“You should have told me you were coming” She says sternly

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise!” 

Olivier smiles in spite of herself, endeared by this

Then she goes on to repeat she is busy

But unlike before, this time she says it reluctantly

You convince her to spare some of her time

Olivier and you chat a little

Catch up and know about each other a bit more

What you did while you were away and how you were doing

Then she takes you on a small tour around Briggs

She ‘jokes’ saying you should have brought a thicker coat

Because you are definitely shivering

You knew it was cold, but not that cold!

In the end you don’t have much time

But the little time you manage to spend together is great

You had trully missed each other