#fma greed

I just learned that there is new official art for FMAB (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) and uhhhhh

THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!!! Like it’s been years since I’ve watched the show but I might rewatch it again after seeing the fanart

switching it up with an 03 screencap redraw this time. question: why is 03 greed shaped like that. he is so fucking long

the most important panel redraw of them all. bidopat (sepia and color versions)

you know, when you redraw a whole bunch of bido panels over a short period of time you really get a heightened understanding. of just how inconsistently arakawa draws him

Hmm.. they are pretty similar aren’t they-

I don’t play Genshin Impact, but this is what I see every day on my tl

— possessions. nsfw. greed x reader.

There’s nothing better than writing an old comfort character, and this is also my very first NSFW post so any criticism is appreciated, even if the FMA fandom right now is kinda dead.

tw: dubcon but not really, monsterfucking, ownership kink, humilitation, dumbification.

Word count: 4.7k

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Footsteps echoed like gunshots through the rusted corridor, sweat turning into a cold sheer on your back as a damp wind rushed by. A stray tear fell its way down your red-flushed face as you ran faster than you’d ever had in your life. The knife felt pitiful in the palm of your hand, but you couldn’t let the blade go; knuckles white from the grip on the handle.

All you had wanted was to explore an abandoned laboratory and enjoy the eerie solitude that came with urban exploration. However, the “Abandoned” part of the building was far from the truth, judging from the very real being that had grabbed your shoulders with icy fangs just minutes earlier.

That man, his hand, his eyes.

As you first travelled down you began to feel those eyes stalking every step you took. The air became thicker as you went below, which did nothing but turn fascination to dread. By the time you had decided to leave, it was far too late. You were in too deep, both literally and figuratively, the second you’d heard that voice speak, and felt a teasing swipe of something sharp against your arm.

Sick terror clawed at your throat as you felt the warm air of a whisper brushing behind your ear as, from the shadows, he spoke.

“Run.” That was all it took for you to drop your lantern and sprint for the exit, too focused on escaping to remember to scream.

You were carefully tracing your steps before when you came below the tunnels to not lose sight of where you were, but now you were in a blind panic, rushing from room to room in a desperate struggle to reach the surface. The underground laboratory seemed to stretch for miles across the city, and your legs were already screaming in protest from the time spent fleeing, but stopping wasn’t an option. Not when freedom felt so close. Just a few more steps, and this would all turn into a funny memory to laugh about with friends.

You’d almost tricked yourself into believing that when a metal pipe caught under your foot, bringing you straight to the ground. The impact’s tremors made a scream rip its way out of your mouth before you could clasp a trembling hand across it. If the monster didn’t know where you were before, he certainly knew now. Hot pain shot up your right leg from your foot, and from trying to move you could say that it was some kind of sprain.

“I’ve got to say, you’re pretty fun to chase, human. I always appreciate a challenge.” That same voice that told you to run spoke from the darkness, and you forced yourself to turn around. There, in the low-lit light, was a man with a wide grin, slanting eyes the color of fresh blood, and a gauntlet of metal crawling from his arm up to his neck. “but If you want to escape from me, you’ll have to try harder than that.”

For a second you thought about pleading for your life; begging this creature to spare you and take mercy, but some kind of pride kept your mouth shut. Instead, with one hand supporting yourself and the other armed, you raised the knife towards him with shaking hands. If you were going to die, it wouldn’t be done while pleading like a coward.

It caught him off guard, he wasn’t used any ordinary human trespassers putting up such fight. His eyes widening with a different kind of curiosity, and he let out a harsh, lively laugh that echoed a bit too loudly around us. “Seriously? A knife? That’s just- God, it’s hilarious that you think that could hurt me.”

Everything he said continued to make less sense. The creeping metal sown into his skin shifted in the pale light, and you finally found the guts to speak.

“Who are you?” You cursed your voice for breaking, but if the pursuer noticed, he didn’t show it.

Wearing that same smug grin, he took a few steps closer to the wounded human below him and you meekly pulled you body along the floor in some vain attempt to put distance between him. He dropped into a crouch, and raised his still human hand up to the light, illuminating the wine colored tattoo curled across, as if that explained anything. “Name’s Greed, doll-face.”

You didn’t question his odd title or the pet name as you were too busy summoning the strength to push your aching body off the floor. The man, who called himself Greed of all things, almost gave you a look of pity as you dragged yourself away on the floor, inch by inch, still pointing the dull blade towards him.

“Are you going to kill me?” The wavering fear shone through the question but Greed just gave an exaggerated shrug.

“Well, that’s a tough one. I’ve got some direct orders from my boss to kill anyone who gets too close to the lab,” my heart began to sink at the implications, “but I’ve also got this thing against fighting women, ‘so I’m at a bit of a loss.”

You pursed my eyebrows together in confusion, “So that’s where you draw the line? At sexism?” Because, of course, while fighting for your life, somehow now was the time to fight the patriarchy.

He was perched so close to you that you could see the sharp canines in his amused smile. “Dunno why you got a problem with it, lady; Way I see it, my morals are your best shot at getting out of here alive.”

“Oh, thank you then,” You said sarcastically, only to let out a pained whimper when you accidentally scraped your swelling ankle against the floor.

Greed tilted his head, looking from your lame foot then to you, before coming to some sort of decision. He craned his neck back, sighing dramatically and pinching the bridge of his nose with his metallic fingers.

“Relax, Doll, you aren’t dying today.” The sheer relief that washed over you battled with the manic adrenaline, and his assurances weren’t enough to make you lower the knife.

You struggled to find the right words, “How… do I know you’re telling the truth?”

With that, he placed his tattooed hand over your own that held the knife, softly angling it down without ever breaking eye contact. You found yourself thinking that from this close they started to look much more like expensive rubies than blood. “Listen, I don’t tell lies, I never have. I’m not about to fight a wounded little girl. That’s pathetic.”

Before you could protest, he scooped his arms around you like a groom and lifted you up so easily that for him you must’ve weighed like a couple of grapes. He pulled you into the air and the knife clattered uselessly onto the floor; you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when the pressure was removed from your ankle.

Greed calmly strode back where the two of you came from, not saying a word as he carried you through the winding metal labyrinth. You had nowhere else to look at but his face, and unwillingly found yourself studying every detail.

“Enjoying the view, kid?” A thick blush creeped it’s way up your nose. Making his way through the tunnels, he enjoyed the burn of your eyes on his. A part of Greed was satisfied, pleased that he had seemingly found an attractive host in that Xingese prince to fit him. Truly, nothing else would do.

His hair was long and dark, tied roughly into a ponytail with choppy bangs framing his face. There was something alien about him in every sense of the word, and in a moment of weakness you couldn’t stop the honesty spilling from your throat.

“Thank you, Greed.” He looked down at you with an eyebrow raised with suspicion.

He scoffed, openly doubting your sincerity, but underneath you could tell he reveled in it. “Hah? Did you hit your head when you fell or something?”

You shook your head, “I mean it. I don’t know what the hell you’re made of or who your boss is, but thanks for not being… evil I guess,” You decided to test the waters, “even if you’re totally sexist.”

Two pairs of laughter echoed throughout the hallways, and you smiled for the first time that night as you leaned into his shoulder, enjoying the warmth emanating from his coat. Frustratingly, I couldn’t help but notice how taut his eastern style shirt was against his chest. Now it was my turn to feel his eyes on me. The sadist probably enjoyed my embarrassment.

Greed found himself starting to enjoy your witty humor, though he didn’t say it, instead only asking, “So, how’s the ankle feeling?” you gingerly moved your ankle, wincing at the dulling ache.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but it’s still sore as hell,” You gathered all your courage and laced your arms around his neck to better pull yourself up, “So don’t put me down any time soon.”

He was starting to like what you were implying, the hand that supported your back clasping around your waist, and suddenly all your bravado dissipated under his calloused hands. If you didn’t know any better you’d say his hands were softly set on fire against you. A panicked whimper left your lips as the hand that had been supporting your thighs pinched tightly against your skin. Your button-up shirt was riding up as you pressed yourself against him to relieve the tension, and Greed shamelessly turned his gaze from your eyes towards your tits. Instinct made you pull a hand up to hide your assets from view, and Greed’s steady walking pace came to a sudden halt.

“Come on, now, don’t tell me you’re a tease.”

You laughed nervously, unsure of what to do next. To you, the desire to pursue him was a scary one. I mean, this was the guy that had been hunting you down like an animal and had only spared your life because you happened to have two X chromosomes. He was a dangerous stranger, whose body could undergo some freak alchemic transmutation, and he didn’t even know your name, or care to ask it.

And yet, something about the danger of it all, the anonymity, the adrenaline pumping through your veins set your entire body alight. Yes, you were scared, but the situation had already begun to resolve itself. He’d promised not to kill you, and for some odd reason, you believed him. Not to mention, you couldn’t deny how your hands itched to pull him closer and chase the flickers of exciting pleasure building in your gut.

Unable to bear the weight of his gaze, you closed your eyes as you took the plunge, stripping your hand away and instantly being greeting by a hand cupping around one of your clothed tits, pinching the hardening bud between long fingers.

You clung to his neck in fear of being dropped as he quickly pulled your legs around his and backed you into the wall, supporting you from holding down the small of your back.

“Damn, are you this easy with everyone, Human? Or is there something about pain that gets you hot and bothered?” He was living for your reactions because the words that dripped from his mouth were pure sin. Fitting.

Still pinned against the wall, he raised a tattooed hand to the center of your shirt and toyed with the edge of the first button, intent on testing your patience. You scoffed at his hypocrisy, calling you a tease.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” He said it with such finality that it sounded like an order instead of a request, and the deep rasp of his voice sent a wave of heat to fall between your legs.

You squirmed, pushing your thighs together in a desperate bid to relieve the tension, but Greed saw to it that you weren’t unsatisfied. He split your thighs open and stepped closer until you felt his hot breath pant against your neck and the suit of his leg pressed just where you needed it most.

Your choked moans reached his ears, and he reveled in it. “C’mon, kid,” he whispered, deceptively sweet as he peppered light kisses to your neck, “If you want me…” he nipped the lobe of your ear, “then take me.”

That turn of phrase sent a small reassurance to the anxious part of your brain, because you knew that he was giving you an out. If you wanted to make a rational decision and not sleep with the monster who chased you down for sport, he wouldn’t stop you.

But despite all the warnings you took a deep breath and threaded your hand through his dark hair, avaricious as you pressed his lips to yours.

Greed was more than pleased, repeatedly pushing and pulling you across his thigh as some kind of reward while he practically devoured your mouth with a hunger you’d never seen before. This certainly wasn’t your first time, but you hadn’t expected to feel so eager when his sharp canines accidentally bit your lip too hard in his manic passion, and a few stinging drops of blood dripped down your stained lips.

It must’ve got him off, because with a smirk he held your head still as he disgustingly licked away the wound, spit left cold on your face. The dominating, gross display fueling the fire in you both. His hand that held your cheeks changed and all at once felt like a wire beneath your skin, and through your peripheral you could see that same metal infection from before turn everything below his forearm into steel. The sharpened tips of his claws tilted your head back, and you trembled like a leaf in the breeze as the point of his nail travelled down your bruising neck.

The homunculus was having the time of his life. You were so pliant beneath his touch, so willing to go with whatever he said, it made his dick uncomfortably hard in his pants, but he needed something before he took what he wanted. Before he truly made you his, and his alone. Your submission.

“You still haven’t begged, and I’m done asking,” The light scratch of his fingers spread around your skin and his metal hand begun to tightly caress your neck. Choking. Another thing you hadn’t thought you were into, only to be proven wrong; As if Greed was the one who decided what you would and wouldn’t be attracted to.

Your voice was strained behind his fingers, but you were beside yourself with desire. “Please, Greed. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“You know what, asshole.”

You worried your swollen lip as you pieced the sentence together in your mind. “Fuck me, Greed.”

The instant you spoke, you felt the chill of the air hit your chest as fabric fell in scattered pieces below your feet. Greed had used his hardened claws to rip straight through both your shirt and bra. Before you could protest his knee had crooked itself against your jeans and left you with nothing to hold back a truly pornographic moan when his lips started twisting and biting at the sensitive peaks. Your hand was still snug behind his head, and another stab of pleasure from his attention nearly turned your knuckles white against the black of his hair.

He hissed at the tug on his locks but the pain only seemed to make his ministrations increase on the other side of your chest, leaving his metallic claws to pinch the skin in its place. You took note of his endearing reaction and travelled both hands through the strands, noticing how more of his hair had fallen from his ribbon band.

It seemed he’d had enough of waiting as his still-human hand ripped open the button on your jeans, tugging them away and off your legs as quickly as possible. His first contact on the damp fabric sent a dose of ease to your ignored clit, the warmth from his touch spreading over your entire body and making you feel like you couldn’t breathe, but in the best possible way. Finally you could feel the knot inside of you start to tighten with every experimental touch.

“Fuck, you’re…” He let out a shaking breath, humming with satisfaction, “you’re soaked,baby.”

His expert fingers were sending you overboard faster than expected, and the sprain in your ankle was all but forgotten as you locked your feet together behind his back to press your pussy against him. Those inhuman claws tore off your panties along with your top, and you briefly wondered just how you would make it back home without clothes. The thought made you realize that you were almost naked and he was still wearing his trench coat.

An admittedly childish whine left you as you’d begun to weakly tug at his lapels to get his attention. “Greed, take your clothes off you prude.” He chuckled, leaning down and setting you on the floor with a kiss far rougher than you expected.

“So, you wanna see me, hah?” His cloak fell to the floor and as his hands reached for his belt your eyesight trailed down, almost gaping at the silhouette of his cock against his pants. Both your fears and hopes were confirmed when he finally released himself from his pants.

You looked up at him with a twinge of worry on your face, “Greed, I can’t… It’s not gonna fit.”

Greed was as indulgently smug as I’ve seen him yet, “Don’t worry, kid, I’ll fucking make it fit.” You’d be lying if the idea didn’t sound tempting, and in the haze of pleasure you perched up onto your knees from the ground and let Greed lean against the wall above you, setting you at eye-level with his daunting size.

From this angle he comfortably held your chin in his palm, looking down at you with a look of fascination, poking at the swollen bite mark with his thumb, “Such a pretty fucking thing.”

You curled your cheek into the warm palm of his hand, “All for you, Greed.”

His grip suddenly got tighter against your jawline as he forced your head to look at him. He looked uncharacteristically serious, and for a second you wondered if you had said something wrong, when you watched as he pumped himself before grasping firmly on the back of your head.

“Greed, wa-“ You gagged around the word as he forced his cock down your throat, and you raised a shaking hand to wrap around what couldn’t fit. The salty taste and stretch was worth the ecstasy you saw Greed under. He didn’t hold back a single sound, and the choking, moaned expletives were music to your ears. Even as he ripped his carbon hand through your hair to guide his cock closer into your throat, you didn’t want him to stop.

“Fuc-Fuck, God… you’re such a good girl for me. All for me.” The familiar feeling of your fingers against your clit grounded you to the spot as you sucked him off, all while toying with yourself below him. With a stuttering pace, he pulled himself away with a great deal of effort, and you couldn’t stop the coughs that wracked your body, leaning down against the floor to catch your breath.

As soon as you felt steady enough to breathe, you felt Greed’s hands shove you forward to land ungracefully against the stone floor. He gripped himself around your hips, and you felt the hot press of his bare chest against your back as his arms wrapped around you. “Nowhere left to run, babydoll.”

Molding your body like clay, he pressured your spine into lowering itself to the floor so your ass pressed against his weeping cock. With one hand he guided himself down your eager walls, teasing your puffy clit, “I can only imagine how tight your slutty pussy must be for me.”

A wretched moan broke from your lips as you tried to gain some kind of friction with your hips, but his grip firmly anchored you in place.

“I never did really hear you beg for me,” Some noise created from being both impossibly turned on and edged beyond belief fell from you.

“Greed, I wan’t- No, I need you to fuck me,” His silence showed that that alone wouldn’t be enough, “‘Need to feel your cock in me so fucking badly. ‘Wanna feel myself around you.”

With a low groan that vibrated from his chest, he began to press himself in all at once. Tears caught on your lashes as you keened from the pain. You thought he would’ve bottomed out already but he kept going, cupping one hand over your breast and the other rubbing soothing circles into your stomach.

“Greed… Greed,” your brain short-circuited, and you briefly caught himself on the hardness of his length, and the homunculus cursed at the strain.

“So fucking tight for me. Only for me, right? Say it. Say that you’re mine.” His demands were muffled into the skin of your neck like an addict chasing their high. You suppose a person who calls themselves by that certain deadly sin would probably have a bit of a possessive streak.

A line of drool ran over your lips as he finally pushed himself fully within you, the air feeling thin while being held under him. A jolt of fear went through your body as the dusty shattering of stone reached your ears as Greed scraped his claws down the floor, leaving long strips of metal beside your head, overwhelmed with the sensation just as much as you. Whatever gives him the ability to turn his skin to metal might be the reason for why it felt as though he was a heated blanket curled tight around you, obstructing what air was left to breathe.

For a moment he stood still, catching his breath while gaining back his composure, and you gazed curiously down at your stomach. Seeing the indent made by his dick sent an electric kind of glee down your limbs.

“You feel that, baby?” His breath turned even behind you as the pads of his fingers drew lazy circles around your clit while the other caressed that spot on your belly. He spoke with a soft certainty, his gentle affection towards your lower half contrasted by his humiliating words, “I’m going to fuck you until you’re ruined for any other person, you hear me, slut? You’ll come back to me, one day, when you figure out that nothing can ever compare to me.”

“And when that happens, I’ll take you again, and again,” His words ended with a hand grasped on your ass as he pulled himself away and the sudden, cold emptiness sent you into a mess of whines below him, “until you fucking know who you belong to.” Before you could complain he’d snapped himself to your hips to fill you once more as his cock nearly brushed against your cervix.

His pace became unrelenting, intent on bringing you towards your high with no intention of stopping. A harsh slap turned the flesh on your thigh red before snaking his hand back between your pussy. “Gre-ed wait, no, It’s too much, It’s… I can’t take it,” Laughing a bit darkly, he leaned closer towards your neck, kissing and biting a path towards your ear.

Greed shushed you like an errant mother, running his fingers through your hair as you squealed underneath his quick wrist, “You’ll fucking take it if I say you can,” His cock never stopped all through his claiming of your neck, biting hickies into you until they bloomed to the surface in bruised colors.

“I’m yours, fuck, I swear, I’ll be yours, you can own me for all I care-“ A particular brush against your sensitive walls was almost enough to pull you over, “just please-don’t stop,”

Your muscles twitched under his care as he locked a leg further below, practically mounting you as various curses filled the steamed air in-between his markings. The knot inside you was hanging by a thread, and you were so needy to snap it that you played right into his hands.

You could tell he was on the edge, his crimson eyes rolling back into his skull at the power he exploited over you, “Stop? No, no I’m not gonna stop,” He accented his word with a well placed slap against you ass, “No, I’m gonna’ own you just like you said. Y’hear that, babydoll? You just became-agh… one of my possessions.”

He didn’t give you time to think of the implications of those words as you were falling off the edge of glory with him in tow, one last desperate moan from you both as he fully pushed himself inside one final time and you felt his cum fill your cunt up monstrously. He hadn’t exaggerated a bit about making himself fit, and a thin white leak left around shaft left you feeling even more lightheaded. The intoxicating fullness, the heat, and the inhuman pace of his hand against your clit all worked in tandem to bring you over.

It took a good couple minutes for the world to stop spinning, and just as you collected your bearings, he pulled himself out and your body rejected all the cum that hadn’t been fucked into you in dripping pulses. Greed watched in fascination, sticking his fingers inside your abused pussy to keep more from spilling, despite your overstimulated coos. Just like when you were running, the sweat from your skin was once again turning your body cold when Greed pulled himself off, only interrupted when a thick fabric fell its way across your bare body. Curling up into it naturally, you realized with a soft smile that he had leant you his coat to rest with as he cleaned himself up.

There were no questions exchanged over whether either of you enjoyed leasing your tensions out on each other, the slick between your thighs was enough of an answer, but you couldn’t help but linger on his choice of words as he came. ‘I own you.’ The sentiment must’ve meant something important to the man, but you were far too tired to care. You’d only been brought out of your stupor when Greed pressed a deceptively sweet kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll take you home, since I totally dicked you down so hard you can’t walk.” You must’ve been quite the sight to see, leaking his cum, completely naked save for an expensive eastern trench coat.

You bundled yourself up and made a move to stand, “Who say’s I can’t wal-“ A sharp pain against the back of your thigh forced you towards the floor, “shit!”

Greed caught you before you hit the floor, “Me, idiot. And what I say, goes.” He was extra sure to tie the coat tightly around your waist before returning you to his arms. He was fully dressed again, save for his coat, and you silently began to make your ways through the tunnel.

His desires were sated for now, and he looked down at your sleepy form with some kind of endearing pride, and you wanted to ask him about what it meant to be “his possession,” the saying brought troubling ideas to mind, but he had wracked you of any fight left, and all you could do was gently mumble directions to your apartment as to any onlooker, a drunken girl’s boyfriend was simply carrying her home in his arms after a long night on the town.

And when you thanked him for dropping you off at your doorstep, he brushed it off. Saying how, “You looked so pitiful, how could I not?” but you didn’t get annoyed at the remark like earlier. You just smiled, because at this point you knew it was just one of Greed’s many questionable qualities, but when you kissed him goodbye and his metal hand playfully swatted at your ass when you turned to open your door, you knew you’d be seeing him again soon.

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So I think I’ve done more editing and second drafting for this stupid piece of fanfic than I have in the past three senior-level essays combined, go figure.

THIS guy

One more thing I forgot to post! Originally drew this charming bastard for a sticker sheet but then found out how pricey those are to print and ended up using him for my business card :’D

Blorbo doodles from day two of Cardiff

Here’s all the fmab art @frozenladybug refuses to post

All the fmab blorbo doodles from yesterday

More scrunklys and blorbos

Guhreedo san I doodled because business is slow

ok you got me i made more prints for cardiff. let’s fuckin hope my uni can print them because the printing shop we were gonna go with bailed on us lmao

Roy Mustang and his crew on promised day: We’re making sure to only injure the central soldiers non-fatally so there’s no deaths from our attacks :) we dont wanna kill nobody :)

Briggs soldiers on promised day: