Fic - Bravado
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cornerofmadnessBravado
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – The cow might hit me for this
Rating – NC-17
Characters - Roy, Riza, Olivia
Series - manga
Timeline/Spoilers – probably right around the time Ed joined the military. No spoilers unless you only followed the first anime and don’t know who Olivia is.
Warning – threesome sex, bondage, domination, whip/crop play, pegging (either you’ve fled or you’re digging in eagerly now)
Summary – Roy would learn not to brag while drunk but does he like his lesson a little too much?
Word Count – 2,143
Author’s Note - written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fic_contest's 'oh hell' prompt. bob_fish made me do it. Seriously. First she points me to an absolutely delicious picture of Roy in bondage (I don’t know the artist so I’ll not link up to it) then she encourages me to write about it. I was trying to ignore Roy, but no… And evil_little_dog just threw fuel on the fire. Thanks to bob_fish for the beta. I better post this before the convention I'm at makes me forget.
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‘Oh hell.’ Roy knew he had stepped in it this time. It was all his own fault, him and his big mouth. Granted he’d been a little drunk, bragging that now General Armstrong was in town for a few weeks at some summit meeting, that he’d love to tackle the Wall of Briggs and the Eye of the Hawk at the same time. The ladies were never meant to hear that. They heard. They inexplicably said yes. Roy saw Hughes’s fine hand in this. The bastard had to have told.
Now Roy was face down on the bed, blindfolded while wearing the special leather pants he had bought for Riza’s sake. His wrists, in the soft but sturdy leather cuffs, were linked to his ankles and his ass was way up in the air, far more vulnerable than he might liked. Of course, this might be as far as they went. It could all be a joke. He thought he heard a camera. Hughes knew how to hand tank his own negatives. He was such a dead man when Roy got out of this. The question was, did he really want out?
A hand slapped his ass firmly, before caressing it. He didn’t know this touch well, must be Olivia. “He looks good like this, Hawkeye. Probably ought to take off the blindfold. We might want him to see what’s in store. See if he still thinks he can handle us.” Olivia slapped him again, and this time her hand slid between his legs.
Damn, he was already half hard in anticipation. When Riza had brought him here, Roy hadn’t expected Olivia to be waiting. He hadn’t dreamed they would have said yes to his boast. Roy hadn’t been sure letting them chain him up was the right thing to do, but it was the only thing he wanted to do. The guys would laugh if he turned the ladies down, but more important than his ego, this excited him, even if he couldn’t quite handle it.
Someone tugged off his blindfold. Roy shifted, unable to do much in this position without flopping over. He could see Riza with the blindfold in hand. Olivia, to his surprise, had a red lollipop on a very long stick. Her lips pressed against it. He smiled, his lips moving against the sheets he was head planted into.
“You’re right, Hawkeye, he does have nice eyes.”
“Yes, he does, especially when they’re all clouded with lust like this.” Riza smiled at him, running her hand through his hair.
“Still think you want to do this, Mustang?” Olivia grinned against her lollipop. “Or are we too much woman for you?”
Roy tugged a little on his bonds, only managing to make his ass wiggle a bit. “You’re both too much woman on your own, let alone together. I can only try.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Olivia’s tongue pulsed against the lollipop. “Hawkeye said you like a little roughness from time to time.”
Roy’s gaze jerked to Riza, wondering what she might have said. He didn’t have to wonder long. It wasn’t a real lollipop, he learned in a stinging instant. Olivia swatted him with the plastic lollipop crop, eliciting a startled yelp out of him. A second swing gave him matching stings on his butt cheeks. The lollipop rubbed along the cleft of his ass, then over his crotch.
“He definitely wants this,” Olivia said, hunger in her voice.
“Told you. I usually use something a little milder.” Riza opened the night stand drawer and took out a flogger with soft puffs of dyed fur on the end. “The braids sting, the ends tease.”
“Show me.”
Roy felt the gentle nibble of the leather across his shoulders, then the tickle of the fur down his spine. He arched into the next blow, watching Riza’s arm arc. Where had she found such a beautiful top? It was black satin and lace, the sleeves were long and frilly, so very feminine, but the neck was high. Pearl buttons dotted the way to her belly. He didn’t doubt she’d open a few buttons to allow him to taste her, but the arousing garment would also keep her back hidden from Olivia’s eyes. There were some things Riza wasn’t about to share with the taller blonde.
“He definitely likes it.” Olivia sounded pleased.
“I’ll fall over if you leave me like this,” he warned.
“We have no intention of it.” Olivia laid the lollipop against his thighs with practiced grace, just enough to tantalize him without actually hurting him. “But you’ll last a little longer.” She set the crop on the bed then undid the button and zipper to his pants. His cock popped free, the wet tip of it pressing into his belly. “Nice.” Her strong, calloused hand squeezed his butt.
“We’ll have to unchain him so I can use this,” Riza said.
Where Riza had come up with a long ribbon of black velvet, Roy had no idea. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know what she planned on doing with it. Olivia grunted, undoing his wrists so he could move. Before he could reposition himself, Olivia did it for him, flipping him onto his back. The General unceremoniously stripped him out of his pants, pausing only long enough to take off his ankle cuffs. She put them right back on him as Riza set about tying up his balls and cock tightly with the ribbon.
“Back on your knees, Roy,” Riza said, taking hold of his wrists.
He complied but not before rolling back over and rubbing his bound cock on the sheets first. A frisson of delight raced through him. Riza fastened his wrists to the rings waiting for him on the bed posts. They let his ankles remain free for now at least. He scooted closer to the headboard, taking some of the pressure off his arms. It was hard to get comfortable in this position. Roy wondered if they would bind him in a different position if he asked.
His breath caught at the ladies stripped. Riza’s peaches and cream complexion was highlighted by the shirt she dutifully kept on. The blouse was cut to frame her hips, the pale skin almost luminescent against the ebony of the fabric. Like Riza, Olivia was blonde through and through. She looked less muscular than Roy had expected. He had been half afraid that she would be a female version of her brother but there were just enough curves to her to be alluring. Her breasts hung lush above a flat, taut belly. He couldn’t wait to taste them both if they’d let him.
“Let me go,” he said. “I can’t do anything for you in this position.”
“What if we want you chained?” Olivia asked.
“Do you really want to pass on what I can do with my tongue?” He smirked.
Olivia rolled her eyes, reaching for her crop. She gave him a sharp blow. “Mouthy creature.”
“But he is good at it,” Riza said, going to unchain him. She held onto the rings of his shackles, hauling him up on his knees. “Or so he better hope.”
“You can tie me back up next time,” he promised.
Riza cocked up her eyebrows. “Who says there’ll be a next time?”
Roy grinned, undoing a few pearl buttons. Unfettered by a bra, her nipples stood up, waiting for him. Roy lolled his tongue over one then the other before sucking on them. Olivia found the fuzzy flail, tickling it over the sensitized skin of his ass until he was groaning against Riza’s hot flesh.
Olivia handed the flail to Riza, dragging Roy around to face her. Roy nipped at her chin before sucking on the curve of her collar bone. Her breasts were just as glorious to lick and tease as Riza’s. Riza kept up a constant fuzzy torment of his cock and balls until finally Roy dropped down onto the mattress.
“You’re going to make me come doing that.”
“That’ll never do,” Riza said, catching hold of his wrists again. She made him grab the headboard. “Be good and we’ll leave you unchained.”
“I’m always good.”
“You’re delusional,” Olivia said, going for her bag.
“He has different definitions of good than most of us,” Riza replied, getting on the bed with him. She slipped under his outstretched arms then took his hands, putting them on her shoulders. Roy kissed his way down her belly then nuzzled his way between her legs. His tongue danced over her moist warm flesh.
A slick finger rubbed down his cleft, leaving him no doubts as to what Olivia had been fetching. Roy’s flesh quivered. He wasn’t sure he was ready for what Olivia might be hoping to do to him. How rough might she be? He could still be in for more than he could easily handle. He had no delusions that he was anything but their plaything tonight.
Her cool, oiled finger circled his entrance. “Why do I get the impression that this isn’t your first time doing something like this, Mustang?”
He glanced up from between Riza’s legs. “You listen to rumor?”
Olivia huffed at him, her finger sliding into him gracelessly. Balancing on three limbs, he dipped a finger of his own into Riza, making her moan. Olivia pushed a second finger into him, eliciting a groan from him. Roy pushed back against her hand. “You really are a little slut, Mustang, just like they say.”
“I told you so,” Riza panted.
Roy eased forward, Olivia’s fingers popping free of him. He whispered to Riza, “Undo the ribbon and let me show you how much I love you.”
She laughed softly, rolling over so she could dig in the night stand for the condom tin, he hoped. Roy looked over his shoulder to see what Olivia was doing, hearing the soft sound of leather. He swallowed hard when he saw the dildo she had strapped on and was oiling up.
His eyes widened. “I’m afraid to know who modeled for that…another family thing?”
“Don’t believe everything in my family is big.” Olivia smirked and he didn’t want to know anything further. “Do you think you’re up for this? Felt like it had been awhile for you.”
Roy took an other good look at her. Olivia was like an angry goddess from those old fairytales he heard growing up. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
“Might want to leave him tied up a little longer, if you don’t mind delaying your own pleasure some Hawkeye.”
“I can wait.” Riza balled the heavy rubber condom up in her hand.
Olivia pressed Roy’s shoulders down, putting in him the position he had been in when they started. The oiled head of her fat dildo butted up against him then she thrust her hips against his. The thing stabbed into him and Roy bit into the sheets. Pleasure and pain radiated through him, leaving him breathless. Olivia gave him a moment to recover before she started to fuck him in earnest. The dildo filled him completely, stretching him further than he could ever remember. Her sword-calloused hand stroked his tied cock and balls, driving him mad, leaving him bucking back against her, taking her toy to the hilt.
Olivia sank into him, then untied the ribbon. His cock ached with the sudden release and Roy nearly came then and there. She pulled out of him as Riza sheathed him with the condom. Roy bore her back onto the bed, slowly easing into her. His hips rolled slow and deep into her. Riza shuddered against him. Olivia caught his hips, steadying him as she took him again. This time she slipped inside him easily.
Their bodies crashed together. Riza was so ready, she came almost immediately. Roy came hard and fast but neither woman was entirely done with him. Riza kept him captured inside her, riding him to more orgasms, while Olivia fucked him senseless. Olivia cried out as her orgasm rocked her. Finally, they let him slide bonelessly to the bed. Covered in sweat and thoroughly used, Roy panted where he collapsed.
Olivia slapped his thigh. “I guess you’re as good as your boast. You did handle us well.”
Roy groaned something incoherent then wet his lips and added, “Fun…sleep now.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Riza shook him. When he didn’t respond, she rolled him onto his back and chained his hands above him on the bed post. Roy eyed her. “We’re not through with you yet. Call this a breather.”
“Yes, maybe Hawkeye would like to fuck you brainless next,” Olivia had found the flail again, teasing his cock with it.
Roy laughed. “Yes, please.” He didn’t know how he was planning on walking tomorrow but right now, he didn’t care. How many men got to live a dream?
Author-
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – The cow might hit me for this
Rating – NC-17
Characters - Roy, Riza, Olivia
Series - manga
Timeline/Spoilers – probably right around the time Ed joined the military. No spoilers unless you only followed the first anime and don’t know who Olivia is.
Warning – threesome sex, bondage, domination, whip/crop play, pegging (either you’ve fled or you’re digging in eagerly now)
Summary – Roy would learn not to brag while drunk but does he like his lesson a little too much?
Word Count – 2,143
Author’s Note - written for
fma_fic_contest's 'oh hell' prompt. bob_fish made me do it. Seriously. First she points me to an absolutely delicious picture of Roy in bondage (I don’t know the artist so I’ll not link up to it) then she encourages me to write about it. I was trying to ignore Roy, but no… And evil_little_dog just threw fuel on the fire. Thanks to bob_fish for the beta. I better post this before the convention I'm at makes me forget.* * *
‘Oh hell.’ Roy knew he had stepped in it this time. It was all his own fault, him and his big mouth. Granted he’d been a little drunk, bragging that now General Armstrong was in town for a few weeks at some summit meeting, that he’d love to tackle the Wall of Briggs and the Eye of the Hawk at the same time. The ladies were never meant to hear that. They heard. They inexplicably said yes. Roy saw Hughes’s fine hand in this. The bastard had to have told.
Now Roy was face down on the bed, blindfolded while wearing the special leather pants he had bought for Riza’s sake. His wrists, in the soft but sturdy leather cuffs, were linked to his ankles and his ass was way up in the air, far more vulnerable than he might liked. Of course, this might be as far as they went. It could all be a joke. He thought he heard a camera. Hughes knew how to hand tank his own negatives. He was such a dead man when Roy got out of this. The question was, did he really want out?
A hand slapped his ass firmly, before caressing it. He didn’t know this touch well, must be Olivia. “He looks good like this, Hawkeye. Probably ought to take off the blindfold. We might want him to see what’s in store. See if he still thinks he can handle us.” Olivia slapped him again, and this time her hand slid between his legs.
Damn, he was already half hard in anticipation. When Riza had brought him here, Roy hadn’t expected Olivia to be waiting. He hadn’t dreamed they would have said yes to his boast. Roy hadn’t been sure letting them chain him up was the right thing to do, but it was the only thing he wanted to do. The guys would laugh if he turned the ladies down, but more important than his ego, this excited him, even if he couldn’t quite handle it.
Someone tugged off his blindfold. Roy shifted, unable to do much in this position without flopping over. He could see Riza with the blindfold in hand. Olivia, to his surprise, had a red lollipop on a very long stick. Her lips pressed against it. He smiled, his lips moving against the sheets he was head planted into.
“You’re right, Hawkeye, he does have nice eyes.”
“Yes, he does, especially when they’re all clouded with lust like this.” Riza smiled at him, running her hand through his hair.
“Still think you want to do this, Mustang?” Olivia grinned against her lollipop. “Or are we too much woman for you?”
Roy tugged a little on his bonds, only managing to make his ass wiggle a bit. “You’re both too much woman on your own, let alone together. I can only try.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Olivia’s tongue pulsed against the lollipop. “Hawkeye said you like a little roughness from time to time.”
Roy’s gaze jerked to Riza, wondering what she might have said. He didn’t have to wonder long. It wasn’t a real lollipop, he learned in a stinging instant. Olivia swatted him with the plastic lollipop crop, eliciting a startled yelp out of him. A second swing gave him matching stings on his butt cheeks. The lollipop rubbed along the cleft of his ass, then over his crotch.
“He definitely wants this,” Olivia said, hunger in her voice.
“Told you. I usually use something a little milder.” Riza opened the night stand drawer and took out a flogger with soft puffs of dyed fur on the end. “The braids sting, the ends tease.”
“Show me.”
Roy felt the gentle nibble of the leather across his shoulders, then the tickle of the fur down his spine. He arched into the next blow, watching Riza’s arm arc. Where had she found such a beautiful top? It was black satin and lace, the sleeves were long and frilly, so very feminine, but the neck was high. Pearl buttons dotted the way to her belly. He didn’t doubt she’d open a few buttons to allow him to taste her, but the arousing garment would also keep her back hidden from Olivia’s eyes. There were some things Riza wasn’t about to share with the taller blonde.
“He definitely likes it.” Olivia sounded pleased.
“I’ll fall over if you leave me like this,” he warned.
“We have no intention of it.” Olivia laid the lollipop against his thighs with practiced grace, just enough to tantalize him without actually hurting him. “But you’ll last a little longer.” She set the crop on the bed then undid the button and zipper to his pants. His cock popped free, the wet tip of it pressing into his belly. “Nice.” Her strong, calloused hand squeezed his butt.
“We’ll have to unchain him so I can use this,” Riza said.
Where Riza had come up with a long ribbon of black velvet, Roy had no idea. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know what she planned on doing with it. Olivia grunted, undoing his wrists so he could move. Before he could reposition himself, Olivia did it for him, flipping him onto his back. The General unceremoniously stripped him out of his pants, pausing only long enough to take off his ankle cuffs. She put them right back on him as Riza set about tying up his balls and cock tightly with the ribbon.
“Back on your knees, Roy,” Riza said, taking hold of his wrists.
He complied but not before rolling back over and rubbing his bound cock on the sheets first. A frisson of delight raced through him. Riza fastened his wrists to the rings waiting for him on the bed posts. They let his ankles remain free for now at least. He scooted closer to the headboard, taking some of the pressure off his arms. It was hard to get comfortable in this position. Roy wondered if they would bind him in a different position if he asked.
His breath caught at the ladies stripped. Riza’s peaches and cream complexion was highlighted by the shirt she dutifully kept on. The blouse was cut to frame her hips, the pale skin almost luminescent against the ebony of the fabric. Like Riza, Olivia was blonde through and through. She looked less muscular than Roy had expected. He had been half afraid that she would be a female version of her brother but there were just enough curves to her to be alluring. Her breasts hung lush above a flat, taut belly. He couldn’t wait to taste them both if they’d let him.
“Let me go,” he said. “I can’t do anything for you in this position.”
“What if we want you chained?” Olivia asked.
“Do you really want to pass on what I can do with my tongue?” He smirked.
Olivia rolled her eyes, reaching for her crop. She gave him a sharp blow. “Mouthy creature.”
“But he is good at it,” Riza said, going to unchain him. She held onto the rings of his shackles, hauling him up on his knees. “Or so he better hope.”
“You can tie me back up next time,” he promised.
Riza cocked up her eyebrows. “Who says there’ll be a next time?”
Roy grinned, undoing a few pearl buttons. Unfettered by a bra, her nipples stood up, waiting for him. Roy lolled his tongue over one then the other before sucking on them. Olivia found the fuzzy flail, tickling it over the sensitized skin of his ass until he was groaning against Riza’s hot flesh.
Olivia handed the flail to Riza, dragging Roy around to face her. Roy nipped at her chin before sucking on the curve of her collar bone. Her breasts were just as glorious to lick and tease as Riza’s. Riza kept up a constant fuzzy torment of his cock and balls until finally Roy dropped down onto the mattress.
“You’re going to make me come doing that.”
“That’ll never do,” Riza said, catching hold of his wrists again. She made him grab the headboard. “Be good and we’ll leave you unchained.”
“I’m always good.”
“You’re delusional,” Olivia said, going for her bag.
“He has different definitions of good than most of us,” Riza replied, getting on the bed with him. She slipped under his outstretched arms then took his hands, putting them on her shoulders. Roy kissed his way down her belly then nuzzled his way between her legs. His tongue danced over her moist warm flesh.
A slick finger rubbed down his cleft, leaving him no doubts as to what Olivia had been fetching. Roy’s flesh quivered. He wasn’t sure he was ready for what Olivia might be hoping to do to him. How rough might she be? He could still be in for more than he could easily handle. He had no delusions that he was anything but their plaything tonight.
Her cool, oiled finger circled his entrance. “Why do I get the impression that this isn’t your first time doing something like this, Mustang?”
He glanced up from between Riza’s legs. “You listen to rumor?”
Olivia huffed at him, her finger sliding into him gracelessly. Balancing on three limbs, he dipped a finger of his own into Riza, making her moan. Olivia pushed a second finger into him, eliciting a groan from him. Roy pushed back against her hand. “You really are a little slut, Mustang, just like they say.”
“I told you so,” Riza panted.
Roy eased forward, Olivia’s fingers popping free of him. He whispered to Riza, “Undo the ribbon and let me show you how much I love you.”
She laughed softly, rolling over so she could dig in the night stand for the condom tin, he hoped. Roy looked over his shoulder to see what Olivia was doing, hearing the soft sound of leather. He swallowed hard when he saw the dildo she had strapped on and was oiling up.
His eyes widened. “I’m afraid to know who modeled for that…another family thing?”
“Don’t believe everything in my family is big.” Olivia smirked and he didn’t want to know anything further. “Do you think you’re up for this? Felt like it had been awhile for you.”
Roy took an other good look at her. Olivia was like an angry goddess from those old fairytales he heard growing up. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
“Might want to leave him tied up a little longer, if you don’t mind delaying your own pleasure some Hawkeye.”
“I can wait.” Riza balled the heavy rubber condom up in her hand.
Olivia pressed Roy’s shoulders down, putting in him the position he had been in when they started. The oiled head of her fat dildo butted up against him then she thrust her hips against his. The thing stabbed into him and Roy bit into the sheets. Pleasure and pain radiated through him, leaving him breathless. Olivia gave him a moment to recover before she started to fuck him in earnest. The dildo filled him completely, stretching him further than he could ever remember. Her sword-calloused hand stroked his tied cock and balls, driving him mad, leaving him bucking back against her, taking her toy to the hilt.
Olivia sank into him, then untied the ribbon. His cock ached with the sudden release and Roy nearly came then and there. She pulled out of him as Riza sheathed him with the condom. Roy bore her back onto the bed, slowly easing into her. His hips rolled slow and deep into her. Riza shuddered against him. Olivia caught his hips, steadying him as she took him again. This time she slipped inside him easily.
Their bodies crashed together. Riza was so ready, she came almost immediately. Roy came hard and fast but neither woman was entirely done with him. Riza kept him captured inside her, riding him to more orgasms, while Olivia fucked him senseless. Olivia cried out as her orgasm rocked her. Finally, they let him slide bonelessly to the bed. Covered in sweat and thoroughly used, Roy panted where he collapsed.
Olivia slapped his thigh. “I guess you’re as good as your boast. You did handle us well.”
Roy groaned something incoherent then wet his lips and added, “Fun…sleep now.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Riza shook him. When he didn’t respond, she rolled him onto his back and chained his hands above him on the bed post. Roy eyed her. “We’re not through with you yet. Call this a breather.”
“Yes, maybe Hawkeye would like to fuck you brainless next,” Olivia had found the flail again, teasing his cock with it.
Roy laughed. “Yes, please.” He didn’t know how he was planning on walking tomorrow but right now, he didn’t care. How many men got to live a dream?
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