#alphonse x reader

[th3-ratk1ng]

Got you a cake and balloons cause u gay and all... fr tho happy pride everyone! 🩷💛🩵

[nisapc]

Party 4 U, (Alphonse x Seth x SUGARBOO!Reader) Warnings: NSFW, Drinking, Substances...and a little angst?)

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

(This is my writing style. If you don't like it idk..js don't shoot me?)

Sometimes You either liked going out, or you didn't, and it sucked. In this case, you've been invited to the function by Alphonse and decided to invite along Seth. For the fun of things, to say the least. 

The music was blasting, bodies were moving, and drinks were being downed like they were nothing. 

You decided to text Alphonse that you were inside, but he beat you to the punch. As you pulled your phone out of your denim pocket, you watched as a suspiciously Alphonse-looking finger pushed it right down. "Wassup, Boo!" he greeted.

You couldn't help but stare at what he was wearing; 

One of those translucent tops that was also really glittery for some reason, plain jeans, but they were baggy, and whatever type of shoes he had on....

Now, don't get me wrong, he looked Thee FUCK good. And You saw it. 

That pinkish-purple-haired fuck. Looked good and, in a way, made you feel a little less shitty about going to the party. 

"So, Boo, what can I get ya' doll?" Alphonse questioned as his figure stood in front of you. "How you like your Liquor, Baby? Whiskey, Vodka, or Rum?" He chuckled lowly, "You seem like a Rum type of-"

Before Alphonse could continue his guessing game with drinks, A familiar voice sounded near you both. 

"Ah, You." A certain cowboy's accent appeared behind you. 

The figure hugged you and turned you around, and before you hugged back you saw that it was Seth. Excitedly, you hugged him back. 

Seth had just come, and he already smelled like the party itself: smoke, drinks, and cologne. 

"Almost thought I wouldn't be able to find you, Sugar." He chuckled, and Alphonse coughed hard. One of those fake coughs to pull the person on the other side of the conversation back onto them. "You invited this washed-up cowboy, Shugar." Alphonse scoffed, making sure to mock Seth's accent.

That's when you felt it. The tension between the two boys. They would have been standing face to face if it weren't for your standing between the two. Their eyes met each other, one pair a warm blue, the other a chilling brown color. Both couldn't help but stare at the other. Well, that was before Seth finally said something.

"Well, hello to you too, Mr.Loverman." He mumbled before finally disconnecting his gaze. "Yeah... No, don't call me that, Asshole." He mumbled back.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Yeah, this was Your fault mainly. You knew the messy past the two had, and yeah, you knew that Alphonse wasn't very fond of Seth. But You also knew that they didn't hate each other as much as their actions and words made it seem. Or at least, Seth didn't hate Alphonse. 

And yeah. It was YOUR FAULT that you were all stuck in a cramped bathroom right now...

"Oh, but look at the bright side, boys! At least we aren't starvin' o-or dead!" Alphonse mocked Your previous statement, "We've been trapped in this fucking bathroom for almost 25 minutes, Boo." Alphonse took a breath. "I'm starting to think I'm getting Cacophobia."

"You mean, Claustrophobia. The fear of being in tight, closed spaces..." Seth sighed, his back against the wall.

"Oh no, Cowboy. I meant what I said." Alphonse scoffed, and you can visibly see Seth get irritated "What the fuck even is Cacophobia-"

Before they could start back arguing you attempted to shake the doorknob roughly once again. The door shook but it didn't budge. It was like they were locked in from the outside. After that, You just gave up, letting your back fall against the bathroom door as you slowly moved to sit on the floor.

Concerned, Alphonse sighed and sat next to you, offering an arm around your shoulders. "It's a party, Boo. Someone is gonna have to use the bathroom, and when they see the door locked, they'll have someone to open the door." He kissed your forehead. 

"In the meanwhile, we can do what we came here for; well, I came here to do-" 

"And, what would that be? Get shitfaced?" Seth questioned.

"And, if it was?" Alphonse glared. "Oh, Nothing. You just haven't changed." Seth laughed to himself.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

And 25 minutes turned into 35, which turned into 45, and that turned into an hour. 

Your burden took all three of you playing spin the bottle with a good ole fashioned bottle of Dark rum. Alphonse was already a bit tipsy, and so were You. While Seth proved to handle his liquor well. 

As the bottle spun on their bathroom tile, it almost made you feel loopy. As it stopped slowly, it stopped between You and Alphonse.

Al smirked as he crawled towards you, kissing you softly before putting effort into it. Your faces came together once more in a desperate attempt to have each other, even though you already did. And as you pulled away, you could see a string of saliva connecting, and how Al looked like he didn't want to pull back to begin with. Then, you both drank. 

You both went back to your respective spots, and You spin the bottle again; this time it didn't land on you and Alphonse; rather, this time gravity chose to have Alphonse suck-face with Seth. 

But what you thought would happen didn't. You thought it would be a protest or a change in rules, but it wasn't. Seth took a deep breath, and Alphonse followed. And before you could blink, the two boys were going at it-

Not like that. But their kiss was passionate. Seth had his hands on both sides of Alphonse's face; Alphonse had his hands around Seth's neck. As they kissed, it got increasingly heated, the kiss turning into the two sharing what seemed like a very needed tongue down. Alphonse pulled back first. Looking towards You. He looked concerned, not guilty, but looking at how you'd react.

He expected you to be mad or upset, but it wasn't like that at all. You were anything but mad. Al got closer to you, and you watched as Seth did the same. 

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Which ultimately led you to this;

"Holy shit, Boo." Alphonse huffs, licking his lips as he watches you slowly go up and down his dick, letting your tongue bless him. Seth was sitting on top of the toilet lid, while Alphonse was sitting on top of him, and you were in front of both of them on your knees. 

Seth placed hickeys on the back of Alphonse's neck, sucking in the skin and licking the spot afterwards. Your lips were slightly red by the time you stopped your deed, moving to your feet and watching as Seth had his hand around Alphonse's throat this time. Before anything could be said, you grabbed Alphonse's collar and brought his face closer to yours. Kissing the stud harshly. 

You all got lost in your intoxicating feelings for one another.

Well, that was before the bathroom door finally opened. And by then, Seth was onto f you while you lay on Alphonse's chest, on the tile of the bathroom floor. 

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡✟𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Before You and Alphonse could disappear into the night, He claimed to have to do something, telling you to wait in the car. But you can see through the car window the push Alphonse gives Seth; you can see the glare given. You can read his lips saying, "This was just a one-time thing."

[dantesphatass]

haii can i request for alphonse x gn! reader - maybe something wedding or marriage related? :3

A Promise With Both Hands

Pairing: Alphonse x gn!reader

summary: Marriage is brought up.

a/n: gang im so sorry for some reason I can’t find a pic of Alphonse when he returns to his og body.

When Alphonse Elric speaks about marriage, it is not in the way most people do. There is no grand declaration with nervous laughter and teary eyes.

Doing the dishes is the least romantic option of all but he chose to do it that way.

The kitchen window is open. Evening air drifts in howling a happy melody, carrying the distant sounds of a townsfolk. You are standing at the sink, sleeves rolled, soap clinging to your wrists. Behind you, seated at the small wooden table is Alphonse. His chin resting in his palm as he watches you with an expression that has always warmer than sunlight.

“You’d look nice in white,” he says.

You glance over your shoulder. “White what?”

“Wedding clothes.”

You nearly drop a plate.

When you turn, he isn’t flustered. And he isn’t teasing. He is simply looking at you the way he always does openly, sincerely, as though whatever he feels has never required disguise.

Or subtly!

“Al,” you say carefully, drying your hands. “That’s not a casual topic.”

“I know.” He smiles, sheepish but steady. “I’ve thought about it a lot.”

Of course he has. Alphonse has always been the contemplative one, the boy who weighs ideas and carries his burdens before offering them to anyone. Even in a body of steel, he had been soft-hearted. Now, in restored flesh and bone, that softness feels almost miraculous.

You move to sit across from him. “You’ve thought about marrying me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?” you ask, not because you doubt him, but because you want to hear him say it.

“Because when I imagine my future,” he says slowly, “you’re already there. By my side if you’d have me of course! Like it would be stranger if you weren’t.”

He reaches across the table, lacing his fingers with yours. His hands are sweating, solid, and unmistakably human. Sometimes you still think about that—the years he spent without feeling warmth at all. The years he could not hold someone like this and feel their pulse against his skin.

“I don’t want a big ceremony,” he continues. “I don’t think. Maybe something small. Flowers, cakes, friends… and Ed pretending not to cry.”

“He’d absolutely cry!”

“He would deny it forever.”

“You really want that?” you ask. “Marriage?”

Alphonse nods. “I want a home that’s ours. I want to cook with you and argue about curtains and complain about neighbors. I want to wake up and know that no matter what happens outside, we chose each other.”

He squeezes your hand slightly.

“I spent so long not knowing if I’d even grow up,” he admits quietly. “Not knowing if I’d have a body. Or a future. So now that I do… I don’t want to be careless with it.”

Your throat burns.

Marriage, from him, is not an abstract romance. It is gratitude. It is intention. It is a promise shaped by someone who knows what it means to lose everything.

You stand slowly and walk around the table. He watches you with mild confusion until you take his face gently in your hands.

“You’re serious,” you murmur.

“Very.”

“You’re not just daydreaming.”

“I am daydreaming,” he corrects, grounded by your touch. “But I’m also serious.”

You lean down and press your forehead to his. He exhales, hands coming instinctively to your waist.

“You know,” you say, voice trembling faintly despite your smile, “you’d look nice waiting at the end of an aisle.”

His cheeks flush pink. He has always been easier to fluster than his brother.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Probably trying very hard not to smile too big.”

“I wouldn’t,” he protests weakly.

“You would.”

He laughs at you, it’s bright and loud, the sound fills the small kitchen.

“I don’t have a ring,” he says after a moment, almost apologetic.

“You don’t need one.”

“But I will,” he insists gently. “When I ask properly.”

“This isn’t proper?”

He shakes his head. “This is me telling you I want that life. The asking part… I want to do right.”

You brush your thumb along his cheekbone. “Alphonse Elric, are you promising to propose to me one day?”

He beams at you, open and radiant. “Yes,” says Alphonse Elric. “I am.

Outside, the evening deepens. Inside, in a small kitchen with soap still drying on the counter and dishes half-finished, a future quietly begins to take shape.

Not with spectacle.

But with both hands held, and a promise already meant.

[manias-wordcount]

HELLOO, requesting for Alphonse Elric x Reader where they're childhood friends. You can choose whatever scenerio you want, but Id like the reader to also be an alchemist, and a good one at that!

Different, Yet Still Him (Alphonse Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’re not opposed to the fact that Al is bigger than you now.

​It’s strange, yes. You’re willing to admit that much. But you’re also willing to admit that you noticed that he was starting to pull away from you in terms of height when the two of you were only nine years old. Sure, it made you a little upset when you first came to the realization. Even though it was barely an inch or so at the time, it was still infuriating to a nine-year-old you that there were some shelves that you had to ask Al to reach when you couldn’t (which, upon reflection, was most definitely very dramatic given that you both still had to stand on chairs to reach a lot of things at that age). But looking, you wished you treasured the little things like that a little more.

​

Back then, you used to be able to borrow his pajamas whenever he and his brother invited you for sleepovers. Back then, you all used to squabble about whose house you all were going to play at on any given afternoon. Back then, you used to race to see who was faster and lift heavy rocks to see who was stronger. Hell, back then, you used to tease the boys about how they weren’t as good at alchemy as you were shaping up to be. Even though you all knew, deep down inside, that they were talented in their own right. Much more than  nine-year-old you were willing to admit.

​

But things were different back then. Because back then, Al was only an inch or two taller than you. Back then, things weren’t so serious or tense all the time- like the country wasn’t gearing up for yet another war. Back then, things could be brighter and happier and just good all around.  

​

Because back then, your best friend's mother was alive. And his house was still standing tall and proud, just as you remembered it. And he and his brother’s bodies looked and functioned just like yours. And Al was only an inch or two taller than you. Only. And yet…

​

“Look! I got this from the library at Central! But I didn’t have time to read it myself on the train here, so we’re going to have to share, okay?”

​

And yet you’ve come to understand that you would rather live this life where your best friend is two feet taller than you and made out of metal than a life without him at all.

​

That’s why you’re smiling and squealing softly as hollow as the suit of armor you call Alphonse moves towards your bed with a book outstretched as you go to gather your blankets and pillows. The book he has for you is the third volume of a book series on lesser known alchemist theories. It was released a couple of years ago, but the library in Resembol only had copies of the first two volumes since they’re much, much older. It’s honestly not the surprise you were expecting to receive from him after he called last week and said he was coming to visit soon. But out of all the souvenirs and goodies from Central he brought to your childhood home for you and your parents to enjoy, this was definitely your favorite. Even though it was only going to be in your possession for the duration of his visit.

​

Still, you found it hard to care about that little detail as you watched Al awkwardly maneuver around your bedroom in search of a good place for the two of you to sit. No, you were far too busy stifling your laughter as you watched him panic and cry out in alarm any time he came close to knocking down some of the trinkets or knick-knacks or decorations that you had around your room.

​

Perhaps…perhaps that’s why you’re not so opposed to the fact that Al is much bigger than you now. From what you knew about his family and yours, you always had a feeling that Al being taller than you as the two of you grew older was definitely in the cards (though Ed being much shorter than both of you still has you holding onto a hope that you know you really shouldn’t be). But after…after he got like this, you had your fears and your worries. Human transmutation was one of the very few universal rules that alchemists swore they wouldn’t break, no matter what. And of course, you know better than to naively think that everyone will follow every rule, all the time, no matter what. But things changed when you learned what Ed and Al did.

​

You don’t know all the details. You never asked, and they never offered. But from what little you were able to pick up, you had some trouble seeing them the same way as you did before it all happened. Not to mention, they changed themselves for a while. They were quieter for a while. More intense for a while. More estranged. More secretive. More…more different than you than they’ve ever been before. And in some ways, they still are like that now. Even your sweet, sweet best friend, Al.

​

But even so…Al is still near tears when he knocks over the lamp on your dresser in a way that has it crashing to the floor with an ugly, unflattering sound. And he’s still full of apologies and panicked cries and promises to pay for anything he broke as you grab his hand and gently guide him toward the small blanket and pillow pile you set up for the two of you, right by the base of your bed. And when he sits down right next to you, there’s a heavy thud that you still have trouble getting used to hearing as he drops down. Though the sound is only dulled by the fact that he planted himself on the cushion you set up just for him. You know he doesn’t need it as you do. His body doesn’t get the same aches and pains from sitting on the hardwood floor of your bedroom like yours does. You also know that he doesn’t really get cold anymore. So there’s no reason for you to be adjusting the biggest blanket you own so that it fits over both his legs and yours completely. He doesn’t feel these sorts of things. Not anymore. Not since everything happened. And you know this much because you asked him before.

​

But you don’t care. Because he reaches for the blanket out of instinct. And because you’re not willing to give up an old routine you have with a friend who’s still here, despite it all.

​

And sure, it’s a tighter fit underneath the blanket now. And you have to rest your face against cool metal instead of a warm shoulder in order to read together like you used to. But his voice is still the same as he gushes over the words on the pages with you. And his personality- his gentleness and consideration for you is still there as he asks for your permission every time he wants to flip a page. It is. Despite everything, it is.

​

So, no…you’re not opposed to the fact that Al is bigger than you now. You’re also a lot more accepting of the fact that he and his brother performed Human Transmutation now than you were in the past. Just like you’re warming up to the fact that your best friend is a soul trapped in a suit of armor and his older brother is a military dog. Just like you’re coming to realize that this new Al- this one that suddenly gets quiet and tight-lipped when you ask about certain details about his research or travels or adventures is here to stay. But you can’t complain. Not too much anyway. After all, it’s still Al. It’s still your Al. And for you? Right now?

​

That’s more than enough.

[arlemangel7]

Im laying in my kitchen on the deep freezer and I got to thinking....

Characters with an oral fixation. HERE WE GO!!!!

Nsfw(duh)

Gambit

He's eating ya pussy, don't matter what time of day it is he's eating yalls pussy. I feel like(this is if the free use thing was in effect) he would come home to find you sitting on the deep freezer(iykyk) or the back of the couch cause weird shit. He's come up to you greet you like a normal person give you a few kisses ask you how ya day was while not so subtly make his way down to his knees and bury his face deep into your already dripping wet cunny for the second time that day. I feel like the man has an oral fixation and it doesn't flare up all the time but when it does OH IT DOES you would wake up to him trying taste your cervix and only when you completely drench his face not once not twice BUT THREE FUCKING TIMES does he relent giving you a thank you kiss on your lower lips and a good morning kiss on your upper set having you taste the breakfast you so graciously provided him before heading out to work for the day.

I feel like he likes getting oral but enjoys it a whole lot more when he has you at his mercy begging him to stop through shrieks of pleasure. It's a power move to him so the man exerts that at any and most opportunities. Being as though he's more of a low key guy that's one way that he can ensure that you're well taken care off after all he is a thief of course😉

Alphonse

The man, the myth, the sweet sarcastic asshole with the smart ass mouth to match, and oh boy does he know how to use it. This man is a give as good as he gets types of man and from where he's standing/sitting/laying😉😉😉 he gets pretty damn well and often.

I feel like he's the type to go low and slow taking long lascivious licks up your dripping pussy and then after you twitching and whimpering for him to speed up and end your suffering does he hit the "finish her" button and devour you in all your glory until you begging and pulling at his hair to get him to stop does he pull away and go as balls deep as he can to give you that night quel dick. Bonus points if seth is in town too then you'll get devoured twice as often and watch him stroke it while alphonse is busy working on you.

[thelaughtercafe]

Edward and Alphonse finding out you like being tickled

Tea Type: Rose Boba

Potential Triggers: Invasion of privacy in Ed's, please don't actually steal/read anyone's diary unless they're explicitly cool with it, even if you're partners! Just so this is clear both Edward and Alphonse are of age here and been in a relationship for a while! Also this is post '03, not Brotherhood!

Pairing: Edward/F! Reader, Alphonse/F! Reader

Length: 983

Summary: N/A

Edward Elric:

“W-What?!”

Edward could hardly believe what he’d just read, eyes wide with disbelief. 

It was meant to be a joke; a harmless prank as you banged frantically on the door, a whine on your lips.

“Ed I swear if you’re touching something you shouldn’t be-”

He quickly schooled his expression save for the barely there glint of mischief in his eyes and closed your diary before making himself comfortable on your bed. 

He raised an uncaring eyebrow as you burst in and glared at him. 

“What’s the big panic? You’re such a drama queen; I just wanted to mess with you!”

He pouted at you from your bed, all casual innocence; and when you stormed over with a pout of your own and leaned over him-

BAM!

That’s when he pounced, lunging forward and flipping you so you were underneath him before ruthlessly digging into your sides. 

His pout melted into a shit-eating grin as you burst out into laughter and tried to weakly swat him off. 

It didn’t do anything of course. 

“I cannot believe you kept this from me! You look so fuckin cute like this! It’s a crime I didn’t know about it till now!" 

Your eyes widened comically wide and you squealed; voice going high-pitched as you responded. Of course, he chose to go for one of your worst spots at that moment to make your flustered state all the more obvious. 

He could admit it. He took pleasure in your suffering. 

"You know!?! A-Aren’t you weirded out?!”

He snickered at that, his smirk making you lightheaded with embarrassment. 

“Oh darling. C'mon now. I’ve always liked making you into a mess…now? I just have an excuse to do it as much as I want. Why don’t you beg me for more like a good girl hm?”

“You’re so mhehehehehean!!”

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, less talking more begging or I bring out some tools~”

He stuck his tongue out playfully and you couldn’t deny the fullness of your heart despite the blush in your cheeks if you tried. 

Alphonse Elric:

Alphonse and you play fighting was nothing uncommon. 

He was eager to use his new fully functioning body and see what it was capable of and had no qualms about messing with you to reach that goal. 

The fights were always short but you seemed to enjoy them anyway even though you always ended up underneath him panting and red faced. 

His typical reward for winning was tickling you. Your laughter was just so damn infectious and after not hearing it all throughout his journey with Ed, he was all too ready to make up for lost time. 

He can be dense at the best of times so he didn’t realize you liked it till you told him, some time into your relationship.  

"Wah?! Really?”

Turns bright red. 

He suddenly grins wide, even if his blush is still obvious and hops in place a little. 

All excited exuberance.

Asks a bunch of rapidfire questions like he’s a giddy kid again. 

“How long have you known? Do you have a favorite spot? Aw I can’t believe I didn’t know about this earlier!!" 

His pout made you giggle. 

"I’ve known for a good while, not really, and I didn’t want to freak you out. You’re taking this better than I thought you would, honestly. When I asked Ed how he thought you’d take a sex conversation he seemed sure you’d freak. He tried to get what I was talking about specifically to tell you with him there but I told him it was private.”

Your giggles turned to laughter. 

“He yelled at me for "corrupting you”. Clearly he had nothing to worry about.“

Alphonse grumbled and blushed darker at the information. 

"Stupid brother…I’m not a kid anymore! Of course I know about sex stuff. Just cause I’m not a playboy like him-”

“I am not a playboy!”

It was your turn to blush apparently as Ed’s voice shouted from the other side of the door, making you storm over to open it and glare at him properly.

“You were eavesdropping!? You little-”

“I needed to make sure you weren’t taking advantage of-”

“He can take care of himself first off, and you have to know I’d never do that! Honestly, Ed, sometimes your protectiveness goes too far.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples bur before you could continue bantering Alphonse got between both of you, frowning disapprovingly at his brother.

“Not cool Ed! I don’t eavesdrop on you and Winry and you shouldn’t do it with us! She told you she wanted it to be private. I’m not a little kid anymore, I can make my own decisions!”

“Al…”

The two stared each other down a moment before Ed cracked and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“Fine, fine.”

He raised his eyes to yours. 

“I’m sorry. I just…worry. I’m not used to having someone else to share the burden of looking out for him. Truce?”

He held out his hand and you quickly shook it, a faint smile on your lips. 

“Truce. Oh and Ed?”

You squeezed his hand tight enough to make him hiss in pain. 

“Forget what you heard. If that gets out I’m coming for you.”

You released his hand and he looked faintly amused a moment as his eyes flashed, and a cheeky grin twitched onto his lips. 

“You can’t even say the word, can you?”

“Ugh, get out! Stupid brat-!”

You shoved him out as he laughed the whole way, and you turned to look up at Al as he hovered over you while you leaned against the door. 

“Thanks for standing up for us.”

Sincerity shone in your eyes as you leaned up and kissed him, arms circling around his neck. As you both headed towards the bed, you pulled back to giggle against his lips as he squeezed your sides, mischief shining in his eyes. 

“I’m ready to try it out if you are~”

[caspersugarboo]

not exactly a request, but imagine sugarboo casually mentioning something kinda fucked up from their past like “yeah homewrecker is not the worst thing I’ve ever been called,” and not realizing how bad it sounds until after they say it out loud

OMG I can imagine that! That may be a future idea, it's interesting!

Sugarboo DEF has history

[mcverse]

༘⋆✿ Pᴀʀɪɴɢ: Aʟᴘʜᴏɴꜱᴇ Eʟʀɪᴄ x Hɪɴᴀᴛᴀ! F! Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༘⋆✿ Rᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇꜱ/Nᴏ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ&Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ

༘⋆✿ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mention of death, teasing from ed, passing out, fluff, el romántico, Hᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘ, ​ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ғʀᴇᴇ

༘⋆✿ Sɪᴅᴇ Bᴀʀ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ꜱᴏ I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ. I ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡ/ ᴛʜɪꜱ. Mʏ ʙᴀᴅ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ? Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Tʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ.

༘⋆✿ ​Hᴏᴍᴇ

ᴘʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ: ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ 18+

​ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ​ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

CHILDHOOD

Meeting Al when you were younger was simply by chance. Being raised in a strict household and being second bests, there wasn’t much you could do but you can at least help with house necessities when need be.

The day you met him, you were tasked to go into town to receive some items your mother requested—with your father, of course. Rarely does he let you do anything alone because unlike your sister who was plenty capable and sociable, you were clumsy & though he doesn’t outright say it, also not the brightest child he has. He keeps you close for your safety.

When in town, you father was bargaining with a traded man when you got distracted by a butterfly. After you grew bored, that was when you realized you strayed too far from him… which would ultimately end in a stern talking to.

You back track, but when you find the stall he was at—he was no longer there. You panicked, looking around frantically when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart leaps in hope that it's the man you're looking for, but you're surprised to see a middle-aged woman in her twenties squatting low to level with you.

"Are you lost, sweetie?" she inquires, sending you a sweet smile that reaches her emerald-colored eyes and makes you more nervous than needed. As you step back in alarm, hands balled together against your chest, she waits patiently, not bothering to repeat her question.

You answer her after a pregnant pause, "I... I lost my daddy," you murmur under your breath.

The woman nods, "I see..." lips pursed as she looks around before looking back at you, determined, "That must be really scary for you. How about we help you find him?"

You cock your head sideways, face twisted in confusion. You're aware you aren't the best at subjects, but you know numbers well enough to recognize that there's just one person in front of you: her.

Your confusion quickly vanishes as two blonde boys around your age simultaneously envelop her from both sides. The woman warmly reciprocates their hug and then shifts her focus back to you, repeating her question, “What’s your response?” At the same time, a man resembling the boys approaches from behind the group.

What a happy family...

Realizing you lack the qualities to locate your father independently, you reluctantly agree, driven by the growing anxiety from this social interaction, making you all the more eager to find him.

On that day, you did manage to locate your father, but only after spending some time with the Elrics, and you have to admit it was much more tolerable than enduring your insufferably strict household.

With the Elrics' assistance in locating your father, you had the opportunity to spend more time with them (finally having friends who weren't related to your sister). Your father trusted them enough to look after you.

Edward thinks there's something wrong with you—you're weird, always the most timid and awkward person in the vicinity. Al is always there to defend you, reminding Ed of your different upbringing and urging him to be more considerate and less insensitive about your shyness.

He pleads with Ed to stop teasing you about how easily you turn red because it only makes things worse. Does he want you to pass out from embarrassment again?

Little does Al know that, on top of Ed, he also worsens matters with all his defending. In your eyes, you thought of him as the knight from the books you used to read. So, yes, a silly little crush developed, and due to your reserved nature, no one was the wiser.

Everything was good, blissfully well. Then, in an instant, it wasn't—the day their mother suddenly passed away. You were there that day, with them in the field as they wanted to demonstrate how much better they had become at alchemy. Having grown up in the environment you did, you were oblivious to just how swiftly happiness could vanish until you experienced it firsthand.

Suddenly, you find yourself in Al's embrace on the day of her funeral, his tears flowing freely. The idea of getting so close to someone never occurred to you before, but here you were. It takes a moment, but you manage to return his hug, albeit with trembling arms.

In the days that follow, Al clings to you more often. You attribute it to his grief over his mother, so you endure it, even though every time he grabs your hand or offers you a genuine smile meant only for you, it feels like a wave of heat washing over you.

During one of your visits to him, you suddenly grasped that all his attention was his way of avoiding telling you that he was leaving. It took walking into an empty house for the truth to sink in. Maybe, in his own way, he was conveying this message, as you had recently learned that good things don’t last.

TEENAGER YEARS (armor form)

You felt heartbroken when the Elric brothers left, but you still had Winry by your side. So, not much had changed in the social department, except for the fact that you now assisted Winry with her projects, which occasionally involved people.

You didn't mind at all. You found joy in assisting however you could, and the added benefit was that the more interactions you had, the less your shyness manifested, leading to fewer instances of fainting. Now, you were down to experiencing it only twice a week.

When you weren't with Winry, you devoted your time to learning alchemy, a pursuit you adopted from the boys after witnessing the immense joy it brought them.

You may not have been as skilled as your sister, but your strong suit was reading, and that's what you did until you stumbled upon an ancient text. You worked tirelessly to decipher it, and by the time you realized you had found an indentation, you were already deeply immersed. The next thing you knew, you were standing before the gate and meeting Truth.

You were about to retreat, apprehensive about what lay ahead, but they managed to convince you to continue. However, it came with a price: "To obtain something of equal value, something must be lost." You were unsure of what you could sacrifice, but Truth always demands a toll. As it turned out, it claimed only 15 years of your life.

A mistake? Perhaps. In return, you became the Trinocular Alchemist; an enigmatic form of alchemy that grants the practitioner a third eye, allowing them to perceive the world in ways beyond ordinary human senses.

You became so absorbed in your newfound ability that the next time you encounter the Elric brothers, it caught you by surprise. You were aware that Ed would occasionally visit Winry to have his arm and leg worked on, but you were usually never around to see either of them, especially Al.

That's why you're shocked when Al is the one who seeks you out the next time Ed and he visit town. He appears at your front door unexpectedly with flowers in hand, but it's not the Al you remember. He's now a suit of armor.

You become tense under the hollow gaze of the towering figure in front of you, his height surpassing that of any man you've ever encountered. The atmosphere is charged with tension, and neither of you has spoken since you opened the door, probably because both of you are at a loss for words.

You blink, lowering your head as your face flushes with embarrassment. The situation is becoming increasingly awkward, and you realize you should have said something the moment you opened the door. Instead, you find yourself chewing the inside of your lip, desperately searching for a way to ease the tension.

"Uh, (Name)," Al is the first to break the silence, his voice gentler than his imposing form. He speaks as though he's smaller than his armored appearance suggests, as if that's how he truly feels. "It's me, Al—."

"Alphonse?" you interrupt him abruptly, your eyes widening in surprise at your own actions. You quickly place a hand over your mouth and mumble, "Sorry..."

"You—How do you know... did Winry tell you?" he fires a barrage of unfinished questions at you, clearly flustered that you had to find out that way.

"No—well, sort of. I didn't know you were in full armor," you admit bashfully, "but it wouldn't matter whether I did or not. You might not look like Al, but you certainly sound like him."

You can't discern if your words pleased him, given his lack of facial expressions. However, judging by his improved posture and the gesture of extending the flowers to you, it seems he must be pleased.

"These are for you. You still like (favorite flower)s, right? Winry confirmed it," he says, pausing briefly before adding, "Sorry, that did sound a bit creepy. I was just asking about you when the topic came up."

You accept them with gratitude, your face once again flushing with warmth as you inhale their fragrance, a bright smile gracing your lips. "You know, it's funny. Gestures like these when we were younger made me see you as my knight in shining armor. Ironically, the metaphor fits this time."

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Do you have any idea how adorable you are to him? The man had a serious crush on you while growing up. While it was easier to dismiss it as just being overly friendly when you were kids, now as a teenager, he sought you out because he genuinely missed your smile and the kind words that always made his heart flutter.

It took a lot for him to come here after everything that happened when you were kids, suddenly disappearing, and showing up in armor now. He was scared about how you would react, but he's truly glad he did.

Turns out his brother and him have some business around the area so their there for a while. Al waits no time and as much as he loves his brother, he would rather spend it catching up with you.

So when he’s not conducting business, he’s listening to you talk his “ears” off about your alchemy. Or having dinner with your even though all he does is watch you eat. He can’t complain, you look cute even doing that. Sometimes you’d get food on your face from being so jittery that he leans in casually to wipe it off the corner of your lip. You fainted the first time. Now he always ask before he touches you.

Whenever you let him, he swears his soul tingles with a unique sensation. It’s the oddest but most gratifying feeling. Having you in his arms, whether it’s because you tripped or he needs to pass by, feels like a blessing. He’s touched people before, but when he touches you, his mind is flooded with memories of what it used to feel like—the warmth that used to radiate from your body. He can almost sense it again if he concentrates, even though he knows it’s impossible.

God, he wishes he could. Every time it's brought to his attention that he can't, he falls into a quiet, armor-clad sulk. You immediately sense that something's amiss with him, and it doesn't take much for you to coax it out of him. He's a sensitive man, and he's open in his communication. He's already yours, even though you may not realize it yet.

Neither of you realizes that despite not openly confessing your feelings, your actions clearly demonstrate your affection, leading people to assume you're already dating—although that couldn't be further from the truth. You're both living in the moment, fully aware that he will have to leave again.

He holds doors open for you, his gaze fixated on you as you enter; it's difficult for him to look away. How did he ever walk out of your life? He hates that he understands the reasons now. He wishes he could remain oblivious to the facts. After every enjoyable time spent together, he walks you home to ensure your safety.

The mere thought of anything happening to you tears him apart. As he accompanies you, he positions himself on the outside of the road, shielding you from any large puddles that might be nearby. And when your feet start to hurt from wearing the wrong pair of shoes, he goes out to buy you a better pair, allowing you to lean on him as he helps you put them on.

Ed has now become the third wheel, replacing Al alongside Winry and him. He's utterly fed up with the situation and wishes Al would just confess his feelings already. Otherwise, he's afraid he might resort to drastic measures like gouging his own eyes out or stuffing rocks in his ears if he has to endure another picnic with you both giggling like schoolgirls.

With that said, he has complex feelings about his brother's situation. He's happy to see him back in the life of his first love, but there's also a tinge of sadness. It's a bittersweet reunion because she now knows that he's not the same boy she once knew.

So, imagine his relief when you accept Al as if he was never any different. And you do the same with him. Ed thought you might harbor ill feelings towards him because of his relentless teasing during your childhood and the upheaval he brought into your lives without telling you. But it was as if nothing had changed. He still teases you, though it's not as insensitive as it used to be years ago.

He's grown softer when it comes to you, and he blames his brother for it. He's learned when to stop before you faint, because, despite his denials, it would worry him as much as it worries Al. Yes, he's become attached to you—you matter to both him and his brother. After all, you're his future sister-in-law.

This time, at the end of a spontaneous slow dance to your favorite song, Al informed you that he would be leaving again. It didn't bother you much, especially since he had made a promise to return.

You reach out and touch the cold steel that now embodies Al, swaying together to the rhythm of your favorite song playing on the radio, the beat echoing the rhythm of your heart against your ribcage.

"(Name), does it concern you that I'm not human?" Al quieres, his eyes directed towards the wall behind you.

Looking up at him, you furrow your brows in response to his unexpected question, "You could be a ghost, and it still wouldn't matter..."

ADULT HOOD (human form)

Officially, you both become a couple 2 months after he regains his body. It took him this long for two reasons: he wanted to court you properly before making his move, and he wanted to give you time to adjust to the possibility of getting closer in the way you both secretively desired.

He'd prefer not to have you fainting on him (much like when you were younger) every time he initiated random contact or if you shied away from his compliments and avoided his gaze. However, he does find it quite flattering that he's now officially the one who makes you feel this way, just as he once did.

When he does ask you out, he is incredibly rizz. It wasn't a simple confession; he went above and beyond, making it seem as though he was proposing marriage. Where did he learn to be so romantic like this?? Certainly not from Ed. The thought makes you laugh.

At first, when he asked you out, you didn't think it was an actual date. I mean, "Are you free to go somewhere with me tonight?" isn't exactly how you typically ask someone out, but it got you where you needed to be: with him.

He picks you up (you live alone now that you’re older), dressed in a smart fitted suit, his hair slicked back with pomade, neatly parted on the side. He's not the same nervous Al you saw this morning. You feel somewhat underdressed in your dress, but after expressing your concern, he assures you that you look absolutely perfect.

"Where are we heading, Al?" you inquire as you link your arm with his, allowing him to lead you down the road. He responds with a warm smile, and his brown eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky.

"To our spot," he replies, placing emphasis on the word "our."

You blink at him, your mouth going dry as the way he worded it sounds incredibly intimate. You quickly divert your gaze forward and squeeze yourself closer to him, feeling tense.

The spot he referred to as "ours" was typically where you went for picnics or stargazing, but that wouldn't make sense in this situation. You don't dress up in a suit for that.

However, it all starts to make sense when you arrive. Instead of a picnic blanket, there's a small round table covered with a cloth and two chairs.

Upon closer inspection, you notice it's adorned with a selection of your favorite desserts and your preferred dining drink. On either side of the round table, there are two covered plates. Pretty lights dangled from poles to brighten the area. It's a beautiful setup, but you can't help but wonder why it's here.

Al is quick to respond to your unspoken question, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. "I've been relearning how to cook after all this time," he explains with a bashful smile. "I believe I've perfected this dish, and I want you to be the first to try it."

He’s incredibly kind, especially when it turns out he’s prepared your favorite dish. That’s why he seemed a bit shy just moments ago. If you weren’t so reserved, you’d want to hug him at this very moment to convey your heartfelt appreciation. He didn’t need to put in so much effort to prepare your favorite meal, but he insisted he wanted to.

As the evening wore on, it started to take on more of a date-like atmosphere. He had a way of steering the conversation back to you, showing a genuine fascination with your voice, both then and especially now.

There were moments when he seemed lost in thought, gazing at you with a gentle expression, which made you a bit self-conscious, causing you to avoid eye contact. Yet, he soon spoke up, encouraging you not to look away, expressing his fondness for gazing into your eyes.

The night begins to wind down, both of you satiated with food, dessert, and drinks, he leans across the table and gently takes hold of your hand in both of his, his gaze fixed on your intertwined fingers. He breathes in softly, then locks eyes with you.

"You're truly amazing, you know," he says with a soft smile, his gaze locked on you. "You've forged your own path in alchemy, been a tremendous support to Winry, and your forgiveness towards my brother and me is something I strongly admire." Pausing, he tilts his head, a chuckle escaping him. "I've realized, (Name), that what I feel for you goes beyond mere liking. I'd go as far as to say it's love, if you're comfortable with that. I didn't fully grasp the depth of my emotions until those long years without you. Now that you're back in my life, I can't imagine a future without you by my side."

"This isn't a proposal, is it?" you question in a panicky tone, a wave of worry rushing over you. It feels too soon, like steps might be missing. You do love him deeply, but the idea of marriage...

"No, no, that's too soon. We're not there yet," he explains, then adds, "What I mean is, I'd like for you to go out with me."

You freeze, somewhat anticipating these words after he dismissed the proposal idea, but hearing them is a different experience altogether. He wants to be your boyfriend? You as his girlfriend? You? Are you sure he's sure?

"Are you sure?" you murmur, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "I'm not good with relationships, as you know. I've never been in one, and..."

Al interlocks his fingers with yours, his gaze unwavering. "There isn't anyone else I'd want more."

Your affirmative response placed you in an intriguing situation, but you wouldn't change any of it or him for anything in the world.

If you thought the romantic gestures were going to be less, you were mistaken. If anything, he amplifies them because now he's completely confident in the relationship. The fact that it's as new to him as it is to you doesn't change how much he will make known that he treasures you.

He still buys you flowers, picking up fresh ones every time, sometimes in bundles or as singles—it doesn't matter, he always has them ready for you. And when he's away, he arranges for a little errand boy to deliver them on his behalf (which is easy because Al is so likable and someone to look up to, especially with the ladies, as the kid claims. He would do it for nothing if Al let him). It's his way of letting you know that he's thinking of you.

The first night he's back in town is always reserved for date night. It doesn't matter what the activity is, as long as it's with you. Even if you're simply lounging on the sofa reading a book, he's content. He particularly enjoys it when you read it out loud during those moments.

Another thing that's become a routine is cuddling. He can finally touch you and feel the warmth he remembers you providing. Don't shy away from him during those moments; he'll only hug you closer. He's not as gentle as he once was, now that he doesn't have to be so cautious since he's no longer made of metal. He was touch-starved, so you were bound to experience a bit of manhandling. Just accept his affection, Reader.

Sometimes it's more peaceful, like when you take naps at your spot during a picnic, and you wake up to find him gazing at you. If you try to look away, he gently tilts your chin to make you meet his eyes again. It's an intimate moment, and he cherishes it. He might seem a bit more assertive, but it's never in a way you find off-putting.

Another bold thing about him is his public displays of affection (PDA). He always wants to hold your hand, needing to know you're close for his own sanity. And if the opportunity arises, he's stealing kisses when no one's looking. Others might tease him all they want, but they haven't spent half their life as a suit of armor. If he hadn't been, he probably would've had a girlfriend by now, and most likely, it would have been you.

He makes an effort to sing your favorite songs, even though he's really not good at it. He's often off-key, but you both still slow dance to his attempts when the radio unexpectedly cuts out in the middle of one. Caught lacking? Not when Al's got you.

Once a gentleman, always a gentleman. He offers his coat to you more times than you'd like, sometimes when it's not even necessary. But he just wants to make sure you're comfortable. Whenever you're dining out, he stands up when you leave the table or approach it, still pulls out your chair for you, and holds your hand while he eats.

Most of those heartwarming dining moments also contained a hint of quirkiness when the opportunity arose.

"If I were a potato, would you still love me?" you inquire, curiosity in your eyes as you finish a spoonful of roasted potatoes.

Al laughs, playfully squinting at you. "Sweetie, you could be anchovies, and I'd still love you."

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