Fic - The General's Pet
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cornerofmadnessThe General’s Pet
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer- so not mine
Rating- NC-17
Warning – domination/submission, spanking
Pairing – Olivia/Roy
Timeline/ Spoilers – manga chapter 85, “The Empty Box”
Summary – She just knew he’d please her
Word Count – 2,247
Author’s Note –written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt -FMA (Roy/Olivier) - femdom. thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta and finding that chapter title.
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“Mustang!” Olivia hustled after the infuriating alchemist after tossing his flowers and their secret message into the fire pit. She should just let him go. They all had important, dangerous things to do. She wasn’t blind to the idea that they could all die. For that matter, the over-educated brat she had just given her family estate to could turn on her like a snake if they were successful in overthrowing Bradley. If they managed that, what would keep Mustang from killing her to gain absolute power? Olivia imagined him, his full power brought to bear, and instead of being frightened, a frisson of lust warmed her.
He glanced over his shoulder and gave her that supremely smug look of his, the one that made her want to slap his lips high enough to kiss the moon. “Major General.”
How could the man flirt with such unsexy words? How did he even know she wanted him to flirt with her? Olivia snorted. Who was she kidding? Mustang flirted with anyone with breasts and probably a few who didn’t.
She caught his arm. “Let me show you inside so you know where everything is. Can’t have you here if you don’t know where anything is.” Olivia hauled him into the house. Would he think she was crazy or was he really ‘Toy Mustang,’ the favorite sex toy of the upper echelons? She was hoping for something in between. “There is an excellent wine cellar. You don’t get that unless I’m dead.”
His jet eyes were unreadable then Mustang smiled a little. “A house this big demands a reward for walking through it once.”
“So, you want me to show you to the wine right off the bat?”
“Show me the fun places. Come on, an old place like this has to have secret passages, right?” The light in his eyes told Olivia Mustang was sincere.
“Boys, you never grow up.” Olivia let him go. “The secret panel opens in the library.”
“Alex Louis has told me so much about that library.” Mustang managed to convey the image of a stallion pawing, eager to get a move on.
Maybe he didn’t find her sexy or understand what she was after. Whatever, she’d show him the passageway. It led to the bedrooms. Once there, she could do whatever she liked to him and he probably wouldn’t protest much. Men rarely did once they saw the body she hid under her uniform.
Olivia beckoned for him to follow then turned him loose in the library. She wouldn’t let him get too lost in it or, if her brother was anyone to judge by, she might not see the alchemist for a week. Olivia tossed her jacket on one of the heavy leather chairs near the marble fireplace. Mustang’s eyes flicked from the books to her bust line, less than subtly eyeing how her blouse pulled over the over abundance of breasts most Armstrong women ended up with.
“I see your family has wonderful taste in whiskey,” Roy said, his gaze now on the crystal set of glasses and their accompanying bottles set up at one of the library tables.
“Was that a hint you want some?”
“Am I having fine wine?” Roy countered.
“I had something else in mind,” she replied bluntly, going over to the secret panel, triggering it.
His eyes raked over her. “I thought you might.”
Olivia waved a hand to the small opening. “Go explore.”
“I get the feeling I’ll be exploring a lot of things by the time the day is done.” He smirked at her then disappeared into the entrance.
Olivia didn’t gainsay him. She’d leave the details of the things she wanted to do to him until later. Exploring would be left more to her, granted there wasn’t much to him. It probably wouldn’t take her long. Olivia caught up to him in the corridor. With another little wave, she led him to what had once been her room growing up. She still used it whenever she was forced home for a visit.
There wasn’t much in her room that said it had once been hers. She wasn’t sentimental and her mother took Olivia at her word to redo it however she liked. It could have been any guest room with a flowery bedspread that did make Olivia wince at its femininity. She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, then pointed to the thick throw rug next to the bed. “Why don’t you kneel, Mustang?”
His eyebrows cocked up. “What sort of games do you have in mind, Olivia?”
“The type where you do as you’re told like a good boy.”
His answering smile and the way he sank to his knees on the patterned carpet told her all she needed to know. Mustang obviously had no problems with this sort of game. Now to figure out how far he would go.
“Take off my boots,” she said, deciding to go with something simple. Mustang didn’t dally. He got her boots off with practiced ease then massaged her feet without her asking. He was going to be a very good slave. “Kiss my feet.”
Roy took the advantage again, pulling her socks off with his teeth, giving her ideas. He kissed her arches then worked his way up to her toes on her right foot. He sucked on her big toe, surprising her with how sensual he could make that action. Olivia ran the toes of her other foot down his chest and belly, lightly brushing it over his crotch, not really at an angle to do more. Her bare toes told her he was getting hard.
“Mustang, think you can undo my clothing with your teeth?”
The wicked expression on his face gave her hope that he could. She stretched out back across the bed and Mustang didn’t hesitate to join her. He set to work on her button-downed shirt with his lips and teeth. Olivia couldn’t help playing with his hair. It looked like raven silk but it was much coarser.
Mustang got her shirt open faster than she expected but the bad boy didn’t wait for her permission to nuzzle his way into her bra. Then again it was clothing and she did instruct him to remove it. She slid her shirt all the way off as his tongue rolled over her nipple. He sucked greedily at her. Olivia pushed him back gently.
“Take off your shirt, Mustang,” she said, shifting on the bed, becoming so very aware of the throbbing between her legs.
Mustang undid each button slowly, his fingers rolling over his own nipples until they stood up. He smoothed his hands down his torso, his depthless eyes on her. Those slender, deadly fingers of his rested on his waistband as he awaited further instructions.
“You haven’t gotten all my clothing off yet, Mustang,” she reminded him.
Roy got back on his knees between her legs and managed to get her zipper down with his teeth. Olivia hadn’t been sure he could manage that. She helped him tug the heavy uniform trousers down. Catching the gum of her truly boring white panties in his teeth, Mustang drew them down as Olivia arched her butt up so he could do that, knowing he had to be aware of how wet they already were. He went to touch her but she stopped him. Mustang needed to be reminded who was in control.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Olivia said sternly. “Take off your pants. Let’s have a see if you’re worth letting getting any farther.”
He shot her a hurt look but silently slipped off the bed, letting his trousers and boxers fall to his ankles. Mustang stroked his cock, his hand twisting up and over the head of it. Olivia had seen bigger – accidentally walking in on her brother as a teen had spoiled various expectations in later life – but Mustang had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. The way his hands worked his rampant flesh said he knew that very well.
Olivia rolled off the mattress then pointed to the spindled headboard. “Lie down and hold on. Don’t let go unless I tell you to or you’ll be punished.”
“Understood.” Roy tossed himself onto the bed, looping his hands around the spindles, his shaft bobbing as he settled himself comfortably.
Olivia swung over him, leaning down to nip his chin. Her mouth worked against his neck then down over his collar bone before she caught his nipple in her teeth, tugging gently until he groaned. Olivia shifted, straddling his face. “Lick me,” she demanded.
Roy didn’t protest. His tongue unfurled along her thigh then he nosed his way between her legs. He was at a disadvantage she would quickly let him out of but she wanted to see how inventive he was. Mustang did manage to find her clit without needing his hands. His tongue toyed with it so deftly Olivia had to fight grinding down on the poor man. A soft moan escaped her lips and, encouraged, Roy’s hands smoothed up her thighs, pulling her closer. His tongue danced over her clit then quested up inside her, making her thighs quiver under his hands.
She ruffled his hair. “Excellent, Mustang but you moved your hands before I told you to. Once you’re done, you’re getting punished.”
The muffled moan could have been fear or outright pleasure. Either way, it was music to her ears. His lips, tongue and fingers might just earn him a promotion or an outstanding service medal, Olivia thought hazily as he awoke the ocean within her, letting it course through her in giant waves.
When she caught her breath, Olivia swung off him. Settling on the mattress, Olivia caught him up bodily and slung Mustang over her knees. She swatted his tight little rump, feeling his erection digging into her thigh. Mustang yelped, looking at her with huge, dark eyes. “I told you that you needed punishing.” She grinned, swatting him again and he chuckled.
Olivia built up a good rhythm with her swats, leaving Mustang writhing on top of her. From his grunts and the bright rose color that spread all over his shoulders and back and up his engorged shaft, she decided he enjoyed his paddling. She kneaded his reddened cheeks, one finger slipping between them to circle the tight ring of muscle hidden between them. His eyes shut, his neck arching back. She pressed that finger inside, expertly sweeping it over that little bundle of nerves most men didn’t even realize they had secreted there. Mustang groaned loudly, pushing back against her hand, his cock twitching and drawing a wet, slick abstract design on her skin with the moisture collected at his tip. A hungry smile cut across her face. Next time, she would be prepared. No doubt he’d let her use a strap-on on him. Wetness gathered deep in her just at the thought
Sliding her hand out of him, making him mewl, Olivia scowled. She wasn’t prepared. She had no condoms here and it wasn’t like Mustang would carry around a tin in his uniform pocket. She could only imagine what her family would say if she turned up with an almond-eyed baby or what a pregnancy would do to her career. It was easier to prevent that problem than deal with it after it occurred so as much as she might want to feel him inside her, Olivia decided it wasn’t worth the risks. There was plenty of other fun they could have.
“Are you going to be a good boy now?” She asked, flipping him onto his back on the bed.
He leered at her. “Maybe.”
“Just do what you’re told.” Olivia said, positioning herself over him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Lie still until I tell you otherwise.”
He pouted at her but she ignored him. The pout melted into a blissful little smile as she captured his hard shaft between her abundant cleavage, rubbing her breasts up and down on him. Olivia alternated it with licks around the tip of his cock. Mustang got greedy; his fingers running over her breasts, making her nipples harden further. “Uh-uh, Mustang. I didn’t tell you to move but since that feels good you may continue and take your punishment later.”
Mustang grunted at her and Olivia let him toy with her nipples for awhile then shifted her position so she could more easily take him deeply into her mouth. Sucking and licking until she felt his body start to tense under her, Olivia let him pop free. She sat back. “Finish yourself off, Mustang. I want to see you.”
Without argument, he stroked himself hard just a few times before he spurted all over his torso in thick, ropey strands. Mustang’s limbs went to gelatin as he sprawled on the bed. Olivia painted her name over his belly using the material available to her.
“Stay there,” she said afterward then got up to head to the bath room. She came back with a wet towel and plopped it on his chest. “Clean yourself up and we’ll discuss your punishment.”
He glanced up at her. “You mean me having to finish myself wasn’t it?”
She quirked an eyebrow up at him. “Keep it up and you’ll be my ottoman for a day.”
Mustang chuckled. “Then I better hope you treat your furniture better than you treat flowers.”
Olivia tugged on his nipple, smirking.
Author –
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer- so not mine
Rating- NC-17
Warning – domination/submission, spanking
Pairing – Olivia/Roy
Timeline/ Spoilers – manga chapter 85, “The Empty Box”
Summary – She just knew he’d please her
Word Count – 2,247
Author’s Note –written for
springkink for the prompt -FMA (Roy/Olivier) - femdom. thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta and finding that chapter title.* * *
“Mustang!” Olivia hustled after the infuriating alchemist after tossing his flowers and their secret message into the fire pit. She should just let him go. They all had important, dangerous things to do. She wasn’t blind to the idea that they could all die. For that matter, the over-educated brat she had just given her family estate to could turn on her like a snake if they were successful in overthrowing Bradley. If they managed that, what would keep Mustang from killing her to gain absolute power? Olivia imagined him, his full power brought to bear, and instead of being frightened, a frisson of lust warmed her.
He glanced over his shoulder and gave her that supremely smug look of his, the one that made her want to slap his lips high enough to kiss the moon. “Major General.”
How could the man flirt with such unsexy words? How did he even know she wanted him to flirt with her? Olivia snorted. Who was she kidding? Mustang flirted with anyone with breasts and probably a few who didn’t.
She caught his arm. “Let me show you inside so you know where everything is. Can’t have you here if you don’t know where anything is.” Olivia hauled him into the house. Would he think she was crazy or was he really ‘Toy Mustang,’ the favorite sex toy of the upper echelons? She was hoping for something in between. “There is an excellent wine cellar. You don’t get that unless I’m dead.”
His jet eyes were unreadable then Mustang smiled a little. “A house this big demands a reward for walking through it once.”
“So, you want me to show you to the wine right off the bat?”
“Show me the fun places. Come on, an old place like this has to have secret passages, right?” The light in his eyes told Olivia Mustang was sincere.
“Boys, you never grow up.” Olivia let him go. “The secret panel opens in the library.”
“Alex Louis has told me so much about that library.” Mustang managed to convey the image of a stallion pawing, eager to get a move on.
Maybe he didn’t find her sexy or understand what she was after. Whatever, she’d show him the passageway. It led to the bedrooms. Once there, she could do whatever she liked to him and he probably wouldn’t protest much. Men rarely did once they saw the body she hid under her uniform.
Olivia beckoned for him to follow then turned him loose in the library. She wouldn’t let him get too lost in it or, if her brother was anyone to judge by, she might not see the alchemist for a week. Olivia tossed her jacket on one of the heavy leather chairs near the marble fireplace. Mustang’s eyes flicked from the books to her bust line, less than subtly eyeing how her blouse pulled over the over abundance of breasts most Armstrong women ended up with.
“I see your family has wonderful taste in whiskey,” Roy said, his gaze now on the crystal set of glasses and their accompanying bottles set up at one of the library tables.
“Was that a hint you want some?”
“Am I having fine wine?” Roy countered.
“I had something else in mind,” she replied bluntly, going over to the secret panel, triggering it.
His eyes raked over her. “I thought you might.”
Olivia waved a hand to the small opening. “Go explore.”
“I get the feeling I’ll be exploring a lot of things by the time the day is done.” He smirked at her then disappeared into the entrance.
Olivia didn’t gainsay him. She’d leave the details of the things she wanted to do to him until later. Exploring would be left more to her, granted there wasn’t much to him. It probably wouldn’t take her long. Olivia caught up to him in the corridor. With another little wave, she led him to what had once been her room growing up. She still used it whenever she was forced home for a visit.
There wasn’t much in her room that said it had once been hers. She wasn’t sentimental and her mother took Olivia at her word to redo it however she liked. It could have been any guest room with a flowery bedspread that did make Olivia wince at its femininity. She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, then pointed to the thick throw rug next to the bed. “Why don’t you kneel, Mustang?”
His eyebrows cocked up. “What sort of games do you have in mind, Olivia?”
“The type where you do as you’re told like a good boy.”
His answering smile and the way he sank to his knees on the patterned carpet told her all she needed to know. Mustang obviously had no problems with this sort of game. Now to figure out how far he would go.
“Take off my boots,” she said, deciding to go with something simple. Mustang didn’t dally. He got her boots off with practiced ease then massaged her feet without her asking. He was going to be a very good slave. “Kiss my feet.”
Roy took the advantage again, pulling her socks off with his teeth, giving her ideas. He kissed her arches then worked his way up to her toes on her right foot. He sucked on her big toe, surprising her with how sensual he could make that action. Olivia ran the toes of her other foot down his chest and belly, lightly brushing it over his crotch, not really at an angle to do more. Her bare toes told her he was getting hard.
“Mustang, think you can undo my clothing with your teeth?”
The wicked expression on his face gave her hope that he could. She stretched out back across the bed and Mustang didn’t hesitate to join her. He set to work on her button-downed shirt with his lips and teeth. Olivia couldn’t help playing with his hair. It looked like raven silk but it was much coarser.
Mustang got her shirt open faster than she expected but the bad boy didn’t wait for her permission to nuzzle his way into her bra. Then again it was clothing and she did instruct him to remove it. She slid her shirt all the way off as his tongue rolled over her nipple. He sucked greedily at her. Olivia pushed him back gently.
“Take off your shirt, Mustang,” she said, shifting on the bed, becoming so very aware of the throbbing between her legs.
Mustang undid each button slowly, his fingers rolling over his own nipples until they stood up. He smoothed his hands down his torso, his depthless eyes on her. Those slender, deadly fingers of his rested on his waistband as he awaited further instructions.
“You haven’t gotten all my clothing off yet, Mustang,” she reminded him.
Roy got back on his knees between her legs and managed to get her zipper down with his teeth. Olivia hadn’t been sure he could manage that. She helped him tug the heavy uniform trousers down. Catching the gum of her truly boring white panties in his teeth, Mustang drew them down as Olivia arched her butt up so he could do that, knowing he had to be aware of how wet they already were. He went to touch her but she stopped him. Mustang needed to be reminded who was in control.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Olivia said sternly. “Take off your pants. Let’s have a see if you’re worth letting getting any farther.”
He shot her a hurt look but silently slipped off the bed, letting his trousers and boxers fall to his ankles. Mustang stroked his cock, his hand twisting up and over the head of it. Olivia had seen bigger – accidentally walking in on her brother as a teen had spoiled various expectations in later life – but Mustang had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. The way his hands worked his rampant flesh said he knew that very well.
Olivia rolled off the mattress then pointed to the spindled headboard. “Lie down and hold on. Don’t let go unless I tell you to or you’ll be punished.”
“Understood.” Roy tossed himself onto the bed, looping his hands around the spindles, his shaft bobbing as he settled himself comfortably.
Olivia swung over him, leaning down to nip his chin. Her mouth worked against his neck then down over his collar bone before she caught his nipple in her teeth, tugging gently until he groaned. Olivia shifted, straddling his face. “Lick me,” she demanded.
Roy didn’t protest. His tongue unfurled along her thigh then he nosed his way between her legs. He was at a disadvantage she would quickly let him out of but she wanted to see how inventive he was. Mustang did manage to find her clit without needing his hands. His tongue toyed with it so deftly Olivia had to fight grinding down on the poor man. A soft moan escaped her lips and, encouraged, Roy’s hands smoothed up her thighs, pulling her closer. His tongue danced over her clit then quested up inside her, making her thighs quiver under his hands.
She ruffled his hair. “Excellent, Mustang but you moved your hands before I told you to. Once you’re done, you’re getting punished.”
The muffled moan could have been fear or outright pleasure. Either way, it was music to her ears. His lips, tongue and fingers might just earn him a promotion or an outstanding service medal, Olivia thought hazily as he awoke the ocean within her, letting it course through her in giant waves.
When she caught her breath, Olivia swung off him. Settling on the mattress, Olivia caught him up bodily and slung Mustang over her knees. She swatted his tight little rump, feeling his erection digging into her thigh. Mustang yelped, looking at her with huge, dark eyes. “I told you that you needed punishing.” She grinned, swatting him again and he chuckled.
Olivia built up a good rhythm with her swats, leaving Mustang writhing on top of her. From his grunts and the bright rose color that spread all over his shoulders and back and up his engorged shaft, she decided he enjoyed his paddling. She kneaded his reddened cheeks, one finger slipping between them to circle the tight ring of muscle hidden between them. His eyes shut, his neck arching back. She pressed that finger inside, expertly sweeping it over that little bundle of nerves most men didn’t even realize they had secreted there. Mustang groaned loudly, pushing back against her hand, his cock twitching and drawing a wet, slick abstract design on her skin with the moisture collected at his tip. A hungry smile cut across her face. Next time, she would be prepared. No doubt he’d let her use a strap-on on him. Wetness gathered deep in her just at the thought
Sliding her hand out of him, making him mewl, Olivia scowled. She wasn’t prepared. She had no condoms here and it wasn’t like Mustang would carry around a tin in his uniform pocket. She could only imagine what her family would say if she turned up with an almond-eyed baby or what a pregnancy would do to her career. It was easier to prevent that problem than deal with it after it occurred so as much as she might want to feel him inside her, Olivia decided it wasn’t worth the risks. There was plenty of other fun they could have.
“Are you going to be a good boy now?” She asked, flipping him onto his back on the bed.
He leered at her. “Maybe.”
“Just do what you’re told.” Olivia said, positioning herself over him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Lie still until I tell you otherwise.”
He pouted at her but she ignored him. The pout melted into a blissful little smile as she captured his hard shaft between her abundant cleavage, rubbing her breasts up and down on him. Olivia alternated it with licks around the tip of his cock. Mustang got greedy; his fingers running over her breasts, making her nipples harden further. “Uh-uh, Mustang. I didn’t tell you to move but since that feels good you may continue and take your punishment later.”
Mustang grunted at her and Olivia let him toy with her nipples for awhile then shifted her position so she could more easily take him deeply into her mouth. Sucking and licking until she felt his body start to tense under her, Olivia let him pop free. She sat back. “Finish yourself off, Mustang. I want to see you.”
Without argument, he stroked himself hard just a few times before he spurted all over his torso in thick, ropey strands. Mustang’s limbs went to gelatin as he sprawled on the bed. Olivia painted her name over his belly using the material available to her.
“Stay there,” she said afterward then got up to head to the bath room. She came back with a wet towel and plopped it on his chest. “Clean yourself up and we’ll discuss your punishment.”
He glanced up at her. “You mean me having to finish myself wasn’t it?”
She quirked an eyebrow up at him. “Keep it up and you’ll be my ottoman for a day.”
Mustang chuckled. “Then I better hope you treat your furniture better than you treat flowers.”
Olivia tugged on his nipple, smirking.
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-14 05:07 pm (UTC)Frankly Armstrong scares me (and in my story where Armstrong is dating Roy's sister, he scares Roy too)
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Date: 2009-12-14 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-14 06:30 pm (UTC)and wtf? the student services people just sent a student to my office. i'm not even supposed to be here and why is he registering NOW?
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Date: 2009-12-14 08:57 pm (UTC)I hate that thing when you get waylaid and given some task to do when you're supposed to have gone home two hours ago or just popped into the office to pick up a book or something. Grr!
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Date: 2009-12-15 03:11 am (UTC)That reminds me I should write something for the series where Roy and Maes meet as children, both of them Chris' fosters.
that happens every time (like today) when i pop over without packing a lunch and then i'm there until like 4 pm
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Date: 2009-12-15 01:55 am (UTC)"That's Frohn-ken-shtein."
...is it sad to say I remember when that movie came out and was terribly, terribly disappointed I couldn't get anyone to take me to see it, being a very young child? *sigh*
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Date: 2009-12-15 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-15 07:28 am (UTC)(I don't have it either - had it on video but my video player no longer works - really need to get it on DVD, now I think)
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Date: 2009-12-15 12:36 pm (UTC)usyou, yet?no subject
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Date: 2009-12-15 07:26 am (UTC)That's terrible that you couldn't get anyone to take you! At least you can enjoy it now?
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Date: 2009-12-15 12:48 pm (UTC)Yeah...I need a copy of it for myself one of these days.
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Date: 2009-12-15 01:56 pm (UTC)... too soon? XD
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Date: 2009-12-15 03:05 pm (UTC)Which reminds me, I haven't started tea for work yet. Wonder if Boss washed my cup....
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:09 pm (UTC)Favourite bits: how totally into it he was, Olivia's boring white knickers, the pegging fantasy, the adorable almond-eyed potential baby (who I now kind of want to draw).
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Date: 2009-12-14 05:04 pm (UTC)I think Roy would definitely enjoy being a submissive.
you just know Roy is going to make beautiful babies.
thanks
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Date: 2009-12-14 05:26 pm (UTC)He definitely has good genetic material. There was a kinkmeme fic where Olivia shagged him precisely for that reason.
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Date: 2009-12-14 06:16 pm (UTC)hmm must have missed that fic
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Date: 2009-12-14 09:10 pm (UTC)I suspect he likes Riza bossing him off duty too. Have you read this one (http://sister-coyote.livejournal.com/213285.html) from the kinkmeme? I liked it a lot.
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Date: 2009-12-15 03:00 am (UTC)i did read it back on the comm. goes to reread it.
the art of tantilization (watch me blow my own horn) in my memories, is one of the light bondage ones I did with Roy/Riza (and Maes)
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Date: 2009-12-15 07:33 am (UTC)I did just find a bunch of fics in your archive to read over breakfast, though. "Strands of Nightmare" looks good - I'm excited because I've never seen a fic writer do anything with that moment in the manga (despite the fact that everyone remembers the 520 cenz promise, which is Ed's response to what Riza says), and it struck me as pretty significant.
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Date: 2009-12-15 05:02 pm (UTC)Goes to look if i failed to put that story in memories (I do that a lot) and yes i DID forget.
it's one of those things that can be emailede if you really want it (I have NO idea when i wrote it so no clue where to begin looking) It mightbe tagged FMA but...
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Date: 2009-12-15 05:23 pm (UTC)and yeah prolific is me. But you couldn't prove it from the original fic giving me the finger right now.
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Date: 2012-01-23 04:22 am (UTC)snort, i forgot about the banter. I'll have to go look
thanks
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Date: 2012-01-23 05:20 am (UTC)The first FMA fic. I ever wrote was a RoyXEd with a submissive Roy - Ed's revenge for all those years of teasing and jokes about his height. I did have fun writing that- and they helped me get past my jitters about writingi in a new fandom!
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Date: 2012-01-23 05:40 am (UTC)I haven't read that one (I actually don't like the pairing) but I can just see Ed getting his revenge in a sexy way
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Date: 2012-01-23 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-25 11:54 pm (UTC)It's so hard to find good fic for this pairing, one of my handful of FMA het OTPs. I remember being insanely happy to have found this.
I love it immensely. Then and now.
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Date: 2012-03-26 01:21 am (UTC)