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Project Mini Skirt

Author: Noxy Nevermore Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Rating: Mature Pairing: Jean Havoc/Reader Warnings:Slight spoiler for Brotherhood ending.

For the best part of a year you’d been fighting a losing battle. You would hide his cigarettes, he would find them. You’d throw them away, he’d buy more. You’d hide his lighter, he’d get Mustang to light them for him. You called him out he’d give you a look and play on your heart strings with those goofy looks or saying it was the only fun he could have. Well that had changed and frankly it was annoying but more so it was worrying. You wouldn’t mind, although you wouldn’t be happy, if he had one or two a day but he was a chain smoker and would go through almost a pack if not more. You’d almost lost him once, you weren’t going to lose him to some little stick that gave him a buzz. The idea came from Riza, well technically Roy but Riza had reminded you of it. Although it had never been used, just offered to Jean as incentive.

Finishing work early you got home to find the house strangely quiet. “Jean?” You questioned taking off your jacket and holster, hooking the jacket by the door keeping the holster slung over your shoulder. You heard a curse and a clatter and then you smelt it. Admittedly smoke did sometimes linger in the place, with how much your boyfriend had smoked you were surprised the whole apartment wasn’t covered in soot or something. Yes logically you knew that couldn’t happen but it was maddening when you thought of the health risk he took. If it wasn’t bad enough he was in the military he was trying to kill himself with smoking.

“Aha, I caught you!” You exclaimed seeing Jean quickly running water on the little white stick and quickly throwing it out the window when you came in.

“You’re home early. I didn’t expect you!” He laughed rubbing the back of his neck.

“I gathered.” Your eyes narrowed while you placed your hands on your hips, lips pursed.

“I just, well it was just there and I had to.” He was rambling on like a mad man and you started tapping your foot in annoyance.

“You promised me.” You interjected while Jean continued to protest so much so that his words ran on and you couldn’t make head or tail of what he was saying. “But you promised too.” You finally caught and couldn’t help but feel your cheeks and ears heat up sure you had turned bright red. You turned your back on him. Since he’d regained the use of his legs thanks to Roy you’d been continuously using this for a form of reward or offer of reward.

“Well I would have but you broke your promise.” Jean huffed slightly and you glanced over your shoulder finding the pouting face of a trained military man far too adorable. “Where are the others?” Jean’s face altered and you could swear you saw him sweating.

“There aren’t any?” He looked at you with a kicked puppy expression but you didn’t break. Arching an eyebrow you crossed your arms over your chest until he stuffed his hand into his trouser pocket and pulled out the small box.

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Hi, could you please do another fluffy Edward Elric x reader. I don't care about the plot I just finished the series and I'm in desperate need of fluff >< thanks so much!

Sorry for the delay in a reply!  But that is certainly something that can be done. :)  Thank you for the request!

- Viska Vatten

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Promises [Baby Boom Series #1]

Author: Viska Vatten Fandom: Gears of War Pairing: Clay Carmine x Reader Genre: Fluff, Humor Warnings: None

     “You were what?!”

     “______, it’s fine, I’m okay,” Clay reassured as he followed your angry form to the bedroom.

    You grabbed his duffle-bag and tossed it on the bed, surprisingly he had already unpacked. It was unfortunate for the situation.

    Clay watched you before walking closer to hold your arms. “What are you doing?”

     “I’m packing clothes,” you replied curtly, wiggling your arms loose to throw his clothes into the bag.

     “But, that’s my clothes.”

     “No shit,” you snapped, finally looking at him. There must have been something in your eyes or expression, because Clay saw just how much he upset you.

    Clay picked up the bag, tossed it to the ground and then sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”

     “No.”

     “I haven’t seen you since I left, aren’t you happy we stopped the war?” he asked, watching you carefully.

    You had your back to him, arms crossed and a scowl plastered to your face. There wasn’t a woman in this world that could just let that information go. Clayton Carmine nearly took up yet another spot in his family’s grave.

     “I’m ecstatic,” you responded with a healthy dose of sarcasm before turning to face him. “But what would I feel like now, if I received the letter your mother has received twice?”

    Clay sighed and shook his head, “I’m alive aren’t I? I wore my helmet, just like I promised.”

     “Anthony and Benjamin wore helmets too!” you screamed at him as tears slid down your face.

    When he saw the opportunity, Clayton took hold of your shirt and pulled you between his bent up legs. You couldn’t escape either, since his large arms were wrapped around your body. “Stressing out isn’t helping you or the baby, please calm down.”

     “The babies are fine, I went to the doctor earlier this week.”

     “You mean baby, right? As in… not multiple?” The confusion was clear in his voice.

    You looked at him and shook your head, “no, as in plural, more than one. We’re having twins, Clay.”

    The man was silent for a moment, and you watched him curiously. His eyes had gone to the floor, which made you sigh, “I was going to tell you on our anniversary in a week, but we’re having twin boys.” Your fiancée still didn’t say anything and you were starting to get worried. “Clay, please say something.”

     “I….I don’t know what to say,” he said looking into your eyes.

     “Is that a good or bad thing?” you asked with a light frown.

    Clay shrugged and tightened his grip around your waist, “I guess I should tell you my secret too.”

     “Your secret?”

     “Well, my promise, I’ve resigned from the COG.”

     “Why?” you questioned somewhat alarmed. He had told you once the war was won, he was finished but you didn’t believe him.

    The man smiled. “To be here for you, I’m just glad the war was done before the baby- babies, were born.”

    Your arms flew around his neck before you could you stop yourself, but he didn’t complain. After he pulled you up onto his lap, the two of you stayed like that for an unknown amount of time.

     “I want to name them after your brothers, if that’s okay with you,” you said not pulling away from his shoulder; it had been so long since you were in his arms.

     “I’d love that,” he replied, placing a kiss to your forehead. “I know mom will too.”

    You smiled, and cuddled closer to him, “I’m glad, because I already have their baby blankets stitched with those names.”

    The man chuckled, “you always hated leaving things to the last minute.”

     “Yip, I also have the baby bag packed and by the door for when my water breaks,” you explained, not noticing that you were drifting off. “Even though I’m not due for another two weeks.”

    Clay shifted, calling your name before shaking you a gently. “Wake up, were going to need that bag.”

     “What?” As his words registered, your eyes snapped opened. “I’m early! Shit!”

     “Don’t start cursing as you go into labour, they might hear you,” Clayton said trying to be humorous as you started to panic. “Stop pulling your hair, come on. I’ll call our parents once we get to the hospital.”

     “How can you be calm about this?! I’m going into labour!” you exclaimed with wide eyes.

     “My former job was good practice for not panicking in serious situation,” was his retort a he led you to the front door. “Now shut it, and breathe.”

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Precious Gem

Author: Viska Vatten Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader Genre: Romance Warnings: Sexual Content

    Dale was alight with people, both human and dwarven, that were selling goods and conversing. This city was one of the most beautiful in the eastern lands of Middle-earth, and it always had something new.

    It was easy to pick out the dwarves in the crowds, even from the back of a horse. Adults more than children, but with a trained eye it was not difficult.

    To the North stood a mountain; it dominated the skyline and intimidated strangers. The dark stone statues in the early evening sun covered the stone path to Erebor’s front gate.

    The black stallion that trotted this pathway didn’t need to be led by his youthful rider. He knew this trail just as well as she, or rather, you. A familiar face with a gentle smile awaited you at the gateway.

    You dismounted the large creature with the helpful hand of the warrior. “Master Balin,” you greeted, bending slightly at the waist to hug him. “You look well, my friend.”

    “Your flattery never falters to lighten my heart, my lady,” Balin replied as you pulled away. “I see you have left your royal garb at home this trip.”

    The dwarf offered his arm, and you linked your hand through with a smile. Like your mother, you stood at a respectable height for a woman of five foot two. It made it easier for you to converse with the dwarves of Erebor, not that you would allow your height to hinder your friendships.

    Balin led you through the mountain with stories of different things that had happened since your last visit. One story was of a certain prince who had fallen ill, and was bedridden much to his annoyance.

    You could only smile and bite back a giggle. “I can only imagine how he’s enjoying his rest.”

    The dwarf merely chuckled at her words. “Perhaps, you could lift his spirits as he is healing?”

    As the two of you stopped in front of the dwarven prince’s door, you nodded gently. If you could lift his spirits for only a moment, you would sacrifice whatever was needed.

    The carved wooden door opened with little noise, and you slipped into the bedchambers silently. You pulled the tail of the traveling dress inside before shutting the barrier, and locked it with the key that lay in the keyhole. Slipping off your footwear, you walked to the high four poster bed that was set in the center of the opposite wall.

    For a prince, the room was quite plain compared to her brothers’. There were two archways, one led to a balcony outdoors with long black drapes blocking the sun and the other led to a bathing room. There were tall wardrobes, one you knew to hold his different garbs and the other held his most precious possessions. Mostly weapons but there were some gifts, a few from his family and then a couple from you as well.

    You pulled the tie to the cloak around your shoulders and folded it before placing it on an armchair by the fireplace. The warming pit was in the wall adjacent to the bed, and the small flame lit the room dimly.

    This prince, the dwarf that slept in the beautifully crafted bed, was none other than Thorin II. He was the son of Thráin II, and the grandson of Thrór, the king under the mountain.

    He was also absolutely stubborn and was not the type to allow an illness to make him bedridden.

    On closer inspection, you frowned at the sight of the thin sheet of sweat that covered his face. Easing yourself onto the bed, you took the cloth that was on the edge of a small water basin that sat on the bedside table. Once the access water was rung out of the cloth, you cautiously dabbed it across his forehead.

    As he stirred in his sleep, you couldn’t help the grin that curved your lips. Very rarely were you gifted with the sight of Thorin so vulnerable.

    The cloth turned with your fingers as you moved to his nose and cheeks. His skin had a pinkish tint which was no doubt a symptom to whatever sickness contaminated his body. You sighed at the thought of how long he could be this way. Thorin was not the type to just lie around and do nothing. He was to take the throne after his grandfather and father; a king could not be weak in his eyes.

    Not that he was weak in any sense of the word. Even now, as he lay in a restless sleep, he held the persona of someone with strength and knowledge. These were only a few of the traits that pulled you towards him with a force you never knew existed.

    Another favoured trait, one of the dwarven people, was the tightly woven spirals of hair that hung from above his ears. You brushed the braids and waves of dark tresses from the man’s neck as you did your best not to wake him.

    Thorin shifted, mumbling something incoherent to your ears. You could tell that he was rousing from his slumbering state and put the cloth back in the basin.

    Running your fingers through his hair, you leaned forward to kiss beneath his ear. “Are you waking, my prince?” you whispered, your lips just barely grazing his skin.

    A bare, muscular arm rose from beneath the sheets to wrap around your waist. “There is no man with the power to resist such a siren’s call.” The sound of his deep, coarse voice was enough to cause your body to quiver.

    “I am no siren,” you opposed the claim.

    Thorin chuckled, the sound vibrated through his chest into your own, warming your heart. The dwarf prince pushed himself up with his free arm to lean against the headboard of the bed. Just by his movements you could tell he wasn’t feeling himself, and you leaned away from him to give him room to breathe.

    A set of dark blue eyes watched your action with curiosity, but your eyes had dropped from Thorin’s face to the lower portion of his body. It had been obvious that he was not wearing a shirt, but when the blanket pooled around his hips, you noticed that he was completely bare.

    “It is not polite to stare, my lady,” Thorin uttered with what could be called a flirtatious smirk. It was like him to tease you like that, being that he was the first man you had ever lain with for a night. Or multiple nights at this point.

    You gathered the front of your dress in one hand and shifted to straddle his lap. Thorin was quick to slide his callused hands up your thighs before you released the clothing. “Perhaps if you were dressed appropriately I would not be tempted to stare.”

    This time Thorin grinned and pulled you closer to his scarcely covered form. You could clearly see the intention in his eyes as his hands roamed your lower limbs. It didn’t help that it had been weeks since you’d been together, and your self control was not as strong as you’d like to believe.

    No doubt it was frowned upon to be together out of wedlock, but Thorin’s seduction was something you could not resist.

    “You’re ill, Thorin,” you reprimanded, trailing your hands up his chest to his shoulders. “I think that saving your energy would be best right now.”

    The man made a thoughtful sound before leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. His beard was rough against your skin and you didn’t stop yourself from pulling him closer. However, the dwarf groaned when you dodged his second attempt to assault you lips.

    “I’m serious,” you muttered, giving him a stern gaze.

    “Woman, I have not seen you in weeks,” he replied, gripping your thighs as you tried to move from his body. “It has been even longer since I’ve had your body.”

    You leaned away from him when he searched for your neck. Thorin knew how to get what he wanted and he wasn’t having no for an answer this day.

    Weakness was not one of his symptoms either, if when he lifted and placed you onto the bed was any sign. The strings that lined the sides of your dress were pulled free with skilled fingers and quickly pulled from your body. In no time the dress was falling to the floor and Thorin was upon your naked form.

    Even without the fire burning beside the bed you wouldn’t have been cold. His entire body was burning; even his lips were hot against your collarbone. The action was creating a pleasurable heat to pool low in your abdomen but you couldn’t lose yourself in the feeling.

    Thorin, being ever observant, took notice to the lack of reaction to his activities. Lifting himself, he balanced on his forearms that were placed just above your shoulders.

    “Am I doing something wrong?” he questioned, molten eyes staring down at you with such an intensity you felt your head swoon. “Or shall we just omit the foreplay, my lady?”

    “Thorin, you’re burning, you must rest,” you stated, with more willpower then you thought you had.

    “I will,” he growled, “as soon as you are sated.”

    he way he glowered and the huskiness of his voice had nearly the end of you. As he moved down your form, you shivered as he nipped and sucked low on your hip. There was to be no arguing with him, and when he delved his tongue into your core, what little willpower you had disappeared.

    Thorin’s tongue swirled around your sensitive nub and you withered under his hold. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders while one of his arms wrapped over your hips to pin them. With his other hand, he circled the pad of his thumb around your entrance, causing your hips to thrust against your will.

    You moaned his name loudly as he teased you with his mouth. The heat at the apex of your legs grew and the pleasure coiled tightly. Your hands gripped the blankets beneath your bodies as your back arched off the bed when he flicked his tongue.

    Thorin kissed your skin so lightly that you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it if you weren’t so hyped up. The dwarf prince sat back on the bed and pulled you up with him so you sat on his hardened member. His mouth found yours in a bruising kiss and a groan rose from his throat as you shimmed your hips.

    “You wished me to save my energy,” he whispered against your swollen lips as his hands gripped your waist. “But I will have you this day, princess.”

    This was something excitingly unexpected. Thorin was never the one to give up control, and he had never allowed you to have your way with him. It was exhilarating and your hand went to his chest to push him back onto the feathered pillows.

    The prince allowed the action, and he was watching you with curiosity. His eyes never left your face until you eased his length into your moist opening. The walls echoed with the pleasured calls you both released as you rocked your hips timidly.

    A slow, steady pace had begun that had the both of you calling out in approval. Thorin would thrust unpredictably and each time his was rewarded with a cry of ecstasy. A shudder wracked your body as the coarse hair that surrounded the base of his shaft rubbed against your body. The sensation was easing toward the goal of pure bliss, but the prince wasn’t going to have it that way.

    Thorin bucked his hips roughly, causing you to gasp aloud and fall to the side with him following. “You’re mesmerizing, my siren, but I want you screaming.”

    With one of your legs hooked in his arm, Thorin drove into your body harder and faster than you imagined he could in his ill state. You rocked with each and every thrust until your body tensed around Thorin with a clear warning of what was to happen next.

    As the coil in your abdomen ruptured, it caused a haze of bliss throughout your person, and the prince groaned at the sound of his name being screamed. Thorin’s jaw clenched as you tightened around his body, and moaned your name as he released with the final rolls of his hips.

    Your body was still floating in the rapture of the moment that had just passed as the dwarven man fell to the bed to your side. An arm wrapped around your waist to pull you against your lover’s chest and you smiled against his damp, heated skin.

    “I don’t believe it is I that is the siren, my prince.” Your voice was so soft that if it wasn’t for your proximity, the man would not have heard your words.

    Thorin tilted your face up to give you a long, loving kiss that you wished would never have to end. Thorin murmured your name as if it was woven gold as he pulled you even closer to him.

    “I will be yours until the end of time,” he voiced with adoration. “I will see to it.”

    Sleep overtook the both of you quickly as the sun fell behind the horizon. Thorin, though still not feeling himself, felt better than he had in days with you tangled with him in the sheets of his bed. It was then that he knew he would honour his promise, for he would never allow such a precious gem to slip from his fingers.

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Possession

Author: Noxy Nevermore Fandom: Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Rating: Mature Pairing: Boxer!Jean Kirstein/OC Warnings: Sexual Content and swearing if that bothers you.

There were a lot of things the man didn’t like, loosing, Eren Jeager, being mocked were just a few. Imagine how he felt when he’d lost to Jeager and then been mocked by his boss’ niece. The woman he…well that was complicated. Since the defeat he’d locked himself up in the male locker room, he’d not even changed out of the black boxing shorts or removed his hand wraps. He just sat burning a hole into the locker. Losing he could possibly get over, even to Jeager, but the way SHE went over to HIM, the way he laughed and flirted and she just smiled. He’d kill him.

His bruised fist balled as he sat, back hunched over. Even Marco had left him alone to ‘brood’. He’d said there was no talking to him when he was like this. Well you try being happy when you’ve been beaten up by your rival, lost a load of money and then your girl runs off to congratulate the bastard that just beat you! If someone guessed Jean Kirschstein was angry they would be right.

Time didn’t mean much to him as he stayed there, body aching from the cuts and bruises he’d received. Sure Jeager had some too but damn he was sore. His tongue played with the piercing he’d put back in place after the fight. He probably shouldn’t but like hell he’d keep it out. The sound of the door opening didn’t register as he kept glaring at the lockers. Next time.

“Hey, did you listen to me, I said we’re closing Jean, everyone else has left. It’s going on for two AM,” the voice of Reese broke his concentration. Golden brown eyes snapped to hers as he grunted with a shrug hiding the pain from his shoulder. “Awww is Jean-y still mad because the rookie from the Scouts beat him, poor little baby,” Reese, always sarcastic, couldn’t help but mock him, and that was it.

“Don’t push it, Crawford,”

“Aww why don’t you go back to your momma and cry-” her sentence was cut off when Jean sprang forward moving her back against the wall, arms on either side, his body close but not close enough to touch. He tilted his head slightly. He pushed the pain aside as he looked directly at her. She could probably take him out easily given his current state both physically and mentally but he had the advantage of catching her off guard.

“I said don’t push it,” being this close was dangerous. His mind was being incredibly cruel. Images of her started to consume him. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins. The blonde’s eyes narrowed, hands resting on his chest her fingers caught his nipple ring as she was about to protest and push him away Jean brought his lips roughly to hers. His body pressed to hers as his muscular arms compressed to push her right back to the wall. One hand stayed on his chest as the other started to trail lower. Jean broke the rough kiss only for a second.

“I’m going to make you forget all about, Jeager,” the moment he’d finished his lips were back on hers.

Once she’d got over her initial shock and then anger Reese couldn’t deny the thrill she was getting from Jean acting like a childish, possessive bastard. She knew it shouldn’t be a turn on but damn she was already aching for him after two kisses. Her nails scarped at the flesh of his pectoral while she moaned into the rough kiss. She wasn’t sure if it was the moan or touch but no soon had she done it than she felt Jean pulling her lip. She let out a gasp of protest and found her mouth invaded by him. His tongue instantly darted into the warm wet crevice. He didn’t even give her chance to react as he continued the attack.

“What the hell are you on about?” Reese snapped, her cheeks slightly flushed and breath uneven. “I said we’re closing. So you can get out,” she was about to let this cocky bastard get his way, no matter how much her body felt like it was on fire or how turned on she already was.

“No,”

“Yes!” Reese gave a push to his chest but found him surprisingly unmovable. His hands moved around her wrists and quickly pinning them above her head. No, he wasn’t done yet. He started to kiss her jawline leading towards her neck, the metal of his piercing rubbing against the sensitive part between her neck and collarbone as he paused to suck at the spot earning an erotic moan that almost made him lose all resolve. His erection was becoming painfully obvious beneath his shorts and he twitched at the sound. No. This wasn’t just about him. Not fully at least. This was about making sure he was the only thing on her mind.

He continued his relentless attack while one hand started to move down her side the other still holding her hands in place. His hand found of the hem of her trousers and expertly slipped down. His fingers ghosted over the fabric of her underwear and she felt him smirk against her skin. He wasn’t the only one turned on then. He started to rub gently over the fabric and felt her wriggle. His index finger hooked around the edge of the material pulling it to the side and letting his calloused finger run over the warm skin.

“Jean,” she started only to stop as his finger found her sensitive spot, moving his finger in a circular motion on the little nib he felt her arch beneath him. His lips started to trail back up her throat, nibbling on the edge of her ear lobe.

“Do you really want me to get out?” His hot breath tickled her neck and sent a shiver through her. She shook her head but that wasn’t enough for him. Not after the way she’d been with Jeager. His thumb kept the material of her underwear away while his middle finger softly pushed into her core. “I didn’t hear you, Reese.”

She arched to him, trying to get more. He was a cocky bastard but he was her cocky bastard. “No,” she managed to breathed out. Her hips grinding against his hand slightly trying to get a bit of a release from the frustration he was causing. The moment she spoke the hand that was holding her wrists moved, trailing over her chest and stomach as he moved to undo the trousers. The button was annoying, more so since his hands hurt like hell. The zip was easier and soon Jean was crouched pulling the garment down over her legs, teasingly slow. He realised a little too late he’d left her shoes on and quickly discarded the trainers before pulling off the trousers. The underwear was next. Once she’d stepped out of them he threw them with little care onto the locker room floor.

Reese glanced down at him, a few strands of blonde hair had fallen into her eyes. The rise and fall of her chest was more obvious from this position. He absentmindedly bit his lip before their eyes connected. Honey brown eyes, confident and cocky but also loving. Slowly he started to kiss his way up her left leg. As he reached her inner thigh her became increasingly slowly and more calculated, giving the odd nip along with gentle kisses. He paid attention to every reaction she had.

“Jean,” Reese’s voice was a mixture of pleasure and annoyance as she half questioned half urged him onward. He simply hummed in response before continuing his trail, he wanted to kiss every inch of her, taste every inch of her but he was become increasingly aware of his own need for release. He sucked on the flesh of her inner thigh while his hands moved to grip her hips. His tongue darted between his lips to lick at the flesh he’d made red before he trailed even higher. He heard Reese gasp as she realised just what he was intending to do.

Moving to get better access he let his tongue glide over her clit. He couldn’t help but smirk as he heard her shout out his name in surprise and pleasure. Encouraged twirled his tongue around the soft mound of flesh, one hand slipping to run over the rest of her core before slipping instead of her in one fluid movement. He smirked again as he felt her fingers in his ashen blond hair, tips scratching at the close shaved sides.

“F-Fuck,” she gasped as he took the bud between his lips and sucked softly as his finger kept a teasingly slow motion inside her. A tug on his hair made him simply add another finger as he continued his attack. “J-Jean,” the over stimulation was near killing her. His tongue flicked from between his teeth at the nib as he curled his fingers inside her slightly finding that special spot. He knew she couldn’t hold on much longer and intended to make her come undone right then and there.

The two fingers continued to work her as she reached her orgasm, he felt her contract around his fingers but didn’t stop his movements. With a final flick of his tongue at her he removed his fingers and rose, slowly taking the slick digits and licking them clean. All the while keeping eye contact.

“Let me…” she started to move from her position of resting by the wall. Jean shook his head. Reese frowned he never turned her down. She parted her lips to speak but was cut off again as he kissed her again. She felt one of his hands moving down to his shorts and finally understood. Helping him pull them down she smirked at him as he broke the kiss before pushing her up on the wall. He’d still not removed her top but at this point he didn’t care. His lips crashed to hers as he pushed into her.

Reese let out a hitched sigh while Jean gave a contented groan at the feeling of her around him. Reese wrapped her arms around his neck before moving to kiss his at his jawline, muttering as she started to roll her hips to his. In a matter of seconds Jean started to thrust roughly into her, hands on her hips while her legs wrapped around him.

“Jean,” she whined almost as he continued to the relentless pace and felt the familiar warmth building inside her again.

Jean kissed her again and felt the pressure building. Her soft moans of his name was almost enough to make him loose it right there. Reese was close again. Damn he was good. Soon she felt that heat spread through her, her muscles began to contract again, “Jean!”

“Reese, fuck,” Jean hissed by her ear as he reached his on orgasm releasing inside of her.

They stayed there for a while, Jean supporting both of them the best he could although his orgasm had shaken him more than he realised. His fatigue from the fight was starting to kick in and he realised soon he’d end up collapsing. Finally he moved, pulling out of her fully he kissed her again as he supported her to make sure she was okay, wobbling a little on his feet.

As Reese collected her trousers and panties she watched Jean who’d got his shorts back in place but had had to sit down on the bench again. He looked like shit, he was covered in bruises and cuts. Still she felt a smile tug on her features. Yeah he was cocky and arrogant but the way he’d acted just because she’d spoke to Eren… It was sort of annoyingly attractive. “Come on then,” she spoke while sauntering over to him. He looked at her quizzically. “I’m not having you wandering around in that state,” she started for the door and waited for him to follow, slowly.

“Jean?”

“Hmm?”

“Remind me to talk to Jeager more often if that’s the result.”

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Focus

Author: Viska Vatten

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

     Arms burned with effort, making you realize there were muscles you didn’t know existed.  A curse fell from your lips as the bedroom door opened and the sharp and soft footfalls made it obvious who had entered.  Ed merely arched an eyebrow as he moved to the wooden wardrobe in the corner.  Your focus on your strenuous task wavered as he pulled the black shirt from his back.  It really wasn’t fair of him since he knew you were doing your best, and now he was stripping within your eye line.

    “Ed, can you not right now?” you complained, voice strained. “I don’t start stripping in front of you while you’re training.”

    “That’s a lie,” he replied as he pulled the belt around his pants free.

    Tipping your head in agreement, your fingers slipped causing your work to fall apart.  “Damn it!”

    There was a chuckle came from the wardrobe as your arms fell to your sides exhausted.  A glare marred your features as you shook the weak limbs.  It wasn’t fair, all your effort was lost that easily and now you needed to start all over.  

    “What some help?”

    “Nope.”  Arms lifted to return to their task while your boyfriend sat on the queen-sized bed.  “Mustang have you running in circles again?”

    Ed gave a ‘humph’ as he fell back with his arms behind his head.  “Something like that. He wouldn’t shut up about his stupid wedding.”

    A smile was your response to the man’s words as the engaged couple came to mind.  Their wedding was only a few weeks away now and you were excited.  Mustang would never admit it, but he cared for the Elric brothers like an older brother.  There was too much teasing and pestering to say father.  You also knew Ed secretly liked it.  

     “I hope there wasn’t any words of cold feet- for the love of- I give up!”  Standing from the vanity stool, you moved to the bed to crawl up and sit down.  “I hate you sometimes.”

     A grin was plastered across his handsome face as he pushed himself up, crossing his legs.  It only took a quick pat to his lap for you to move and sit with your back to him.  “I don’t know why you have so much trouble. It’s easy.”

     Letting out a puff of air, you refrained from shaking your head as he started his work.  A silence filled the room as you looked around at the furniture and items that gave it personality.  Pictures of family and friends.  Al with his girlfriend, Pinako with Winry in front of her new shop, Roy with Riza at the last barbeque and then you with Edward at Central for his promotion.  There were the sad memories but they were definitely outweighed by the good.  Something bumped against your back before arms encircled your waist pulling you back against a solid chest.  

     Ed laid his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.  “What are you thinking about?”

     “When are we going to get married?”

     Another silence, only this one wasn’t as peaceful as the last and you pursed your lips in effort not to laugh.  Your alchemist always became uncharacteristically silent whenever the question came up.  Not that it bothered you in the slightest, it was just fun to stump the Fullmetal Alchemist.  Wiggling off his lap, you skipped back to the vanity and turned to see a perfect braid flowing down your back.  

    Examining the handy work, your smile fell as something hooked into the elastic caught the sunlight through the window.  Reaching for the hair piece, you pulled it free allowing your strands to fall from the perfect spirals.  Eyes landed on the elastic in your palm that was tied around a beautiful diamond ring.  One you would have fallen in love with if you have spotted it window shopping.

    “Is that… what I think it is?” you asked quietly as you looked to Edward who now stood at your side.  

    He was gentle as he took the items from your hand to detangle them before taking your left hand to slip the ring onto your finger.  “Perfect fit.”

    You tried speaking and failed each time.  There was enough time between your mind and voice catching up that Ed replaced your braid.  “I- I can’t…”

    “Are you going to make me ask?”

    A giggle fell from your lips before you slipped your arms around his shoulders as his hands grabbed your hips.  You smiled as Ed laid his forehead against your own.  “Do I really need to answer?”