If you could can you write some headcanons or prompts or anything else for Alex Louis Armstrong that are x male reader or just for a gender neutral reader- (it would be extra cool if the reader is ishvalan or neutral race wise its even harder to find that i fandom lol... 😥) anything (sfw or not) of any length works! Thank you so much! <3
I will be sticking to SFW for this because I heavily headcanon Armstrong as ace. While him being ace will not necessarily be reflected in these headcanons, it just feels weird to write NSFW content for him.
Alex is a pan/bi lovable goofball. He loves strong and the gender and sex of his partner doesn't matter to him. All of his close friends do not bat an eye at him introducing his boyfriend to the group.
What does catch a few people by surprise is you being Ishvalan. Everyone worries about your safety. Armstrong is still an active state alchemist, and while it has been a few years since the events of The Promise Day...racism is still very much around.
It becomes perfectly clear asap that if anyone tries to harm you, insult you, ect, that person will pay the price. Armstrong is protective of the people he loves.
I hope you like being an uncle figure because Ed, Al, Winry, Elicia, Ling Yao, Lan Fan, and May Chang are basically your nieces and nephews now.
Alex is an amazing cook and adores making all your favorite dishes. He does find tracking down Ishvalan cookbooks difficult tho.
If you want to see him all flustered, wear one of his sweaters. He loves seeing you in them a llliiittle too much.
You are never allowed to pay for dates. Alex is an Armstrong, money is no problem. He sees no point in you pulling money out of your limited funds to pay for dinner when it penny change for him.
It scares him how well you and his older sister get along. And yes, she gives you lots of tips on how to beat Alex in a fights.
I feel like your guys' house is full of items fro. Cultures all around the world. Alex has the money to take you traveling afterall
When not working, Alex joins you in rebuilding your hometown. He refuses to wear anything relating to the military or his family while there. He simply your boyfriend trying to lend a helping hand.
I HEARD ARMSTRONG AND BAKING TOGETHER AND THIS APPEARED IN MY DOC. he/him for armstrong, gn reader as always, enjoy :D
Rain patters down with soft clinks onto the glass of the kitchen window as you carefully skirt around Armstrong to reach for the handle of the pantry. You take a second to snatch up the bag of chocolate baking chips, then shut the door and bump his shoulder lightly with your own.
“Ready for me to add the chips?”
Recipe says one cup, he signs.
You grin. “Recipe-schmecipe. I measure with my heart.”
Armstrong narrows his eyes a little, but steps aside anyways, allowing you to do as you wish. You step forward, tipping what you’re sure he’d deem a far too large amount of chocolate chips into the batter, then grin up at him.
“See? Perfect amount.”
He shakes his head at you, but curls an arm around you in the same instant, his fingers tapping three times in rapid succession against your side. A silent little I love you.
“Love you too,” you say, stretching up to press a kiss to the side of his helmet. “Do you wanna roll up the dough, or me?”
Half and half?
You nod, the two of you moving together seamlessly to divide up the dough into smaller portions, rolling them into balls to then press flat onto a tray that you’d lined with baking paper earlier. Armstrong takes the tray when you’re both done, putting it into the oven. You check the time.
“Got a bit of time. Any ideas?”
Armstrong looks at you. He lifts a hand, ready to sign.
“Ideas other than ‘cuddle on the couch and watch a show’,” you clarify.
Armstrong’s hand drops and he shrugs. You laugh, and take him by the hand.
“I’m kidding. C’mon, let’s put on one of those house renovation shows you like.”
could i request sfw and nsfw headcanons for armstrong?
SFW!
Takes you only to the finest restaurants and date places. Although he doesn't have much time to arrange dates, if he has time, he will do everything to make you feel loved. So to speak, walks rarely, but aptly
Only strict and stylish suits. You so rarely see him in anything else…
but if you ask…
He will change his clothes into whatever you want.
He is stubborn and often stands his ground. It's useless for you to argue with him.
Not very tactile, but always happy to hug you or lie down with you as long as you are in a calm environment.
NSFW!
rough in bed.
"You love being used by your husband, don't you? Look how wet you are…"
It's so hard for you to avoid his gaze when he holds your hair with his strong hand and forces you to look at him. He wants to see your eyes full of lust and desperate desire, begging for a speedy orgasm..
Loves your thighs. Just… even outside of sex, stroking them, resting his head on them, he feels so good about it.
Could I request number 11 of the smut prompts for Alex Louis Armstrong and a gn reader. They're in an established relationship and agreed to wait for marriage to have sex (bc let's be real, he would. He seems like a huge romantic sap /pos) but it's getting harder to wait since moving in together.
Hello! I am sorry this took so long - life kind of got in the way (stupid life). Hopefully you still enjoy it!
This was my first gn!reader piece AND first Armstrong piece, so please be kind to me in the comments. Any suggestions for improvement in the future are always appreciated!
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🍋 Prompt: "The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield it."
Warnings: NSFW, anal, 'just the tip' trope, 'waiting for marriage' trope, virgin!reader, virgin!Armstrong
They say that patience is a virtue, and as far as Alex Louis Armstrong was concerned, he was the most virtuous of them all. Never one for rushing in, he takes his time - lets things simmer. His relationship with you was no different.
Making the first move aside (that in and of itself had taken him well over half a year), the two of you didn’t share a first kiss until at least six dates in. He was trying to be as gentlemanly as possible, but it turns out his hesitation had actually caused you to panic and think he didn’t like you, which was simply not true. In fact, Alex liked you a great deal. It was why he was extra precautious when it came to you in the first place.
From that moment on, things between the two of you started to heat up quickly. It was like you were haunting all over his thoughts like a little phantom. Everything made him think of you: seeing your favorite candy at the store, hearing a song you’d commented to him about on the radio. Even the smell of rain made him think back to his first date with you, how the two of you had been rained out of the picnic he’d set up despite the weather channel insisting it was to be sunny all day. Your laughter as he shielded his arms around you under the tree magnetized him, and that was the exact moment Alex knew you were the person who he was going to marry. There was no doubt within his mind of that.
He proposed after six short months of dating that felt very much like six years to him. The wait was agonizing and dreadful. He knew he would get questions from friends and family about rushing into things, something that was very unlike him, but they didn’t understand the full picture. They could not feel what he could feel; could not hear what he could hear; could not see what he could see - that invisible string that pulled him to you over and over. You were his soulmate. It was as real and obvious to him as his very bones.
And the reason he decided to propose to you was because the urge to be inside of you was starting to overwhelm him in a way nothing else had ever done before. The closer and closer the wedding date crept, the stronger his need became. You two had done everything but the actual act, and Alex’s mighty patience was wearing thinner than thawing ice in late March. From the way you touched him at night, he knew he was not alone in his neediness, and the thought of finally getting to make love with you was driving him slowly out of his mind.
“Alex?” Your voice was so breathy and small, almost divine. He wanted to dive into it and lose himself to you. He hummed as he trailed a muscular finger up along your arm, smiling against your mouth, his mustache tickling against the sensitive skin of your upper lip.
“What is it, my dear?” He asked, placing a small kiss to your nose. There was an uncomfortable burning between his crotch that he was having trouble shaking, but he had to kiss you goodnight. Now that he had you, he would make sure to kiss you goodnight until his dying breath.
You hesitated. “I-I want you, Alex.”
Your whisper was hot against his lips, your cheeks completely flushed. Alex pulled back slightly and rested his big hand onto your thigh. He had to constantly remind himself about the wedding: 48 hours. 48 hours. 48 hours. 48 hours. 48-
“I know we said we’d wait, but Alex,” Was that your voice? He had never heard you sound so whiny before. Gods, you sounded ethereal. The hardness in his pants only grew as you continued, “I want to feel you in me, Alex. I need it.”
He cleared the rubble that had collected in the back of his throat before he replied, “We shouldn’t.” Deep down, he knew he only meant it halfway. The two of you had been together long enough, had done everything but for long enough. What would it hurt if tonight was the night? He had been patient. You were engaged. You were his in everything but official documentation and name. Now… 48 hours from now… what was the difference, really?
“Please?” Your hands rolled down his body and it took all his strength not to pounce on you. Luckily, he had a lot of strength.
He laughed huskily and grabbed hold of your tiny wrists firmly. “Let me taste you tonight, then. That will help, right?”
“Just put it in me a little. I can’t focus like this. I need to feel you, Alex. Your mouth won’t be enough.”
His cheeks burned at your plea. Alex had faced many opponents in his life, but never had he gone toe to toe with someone who could so easily bend him the way you could. The first time the two of you had been more intimate than a lengthy make-out session, he could actually feel his willpower melt into a pathetic puddle as he kissed down your body between your legs and pleasured you with his mouth, letting you spill yourself onto his tongue over and over.
“Alex?” He met your gaze, and the eyes he has grown so accustomed to are darker - lust-filled and yearning. There is a desperation within them he is not used to seeing, and as he looked at you, his willpower shattered.
With a thundering heart, he sighed, “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield it.”
“Just the tip,” Alex spoke softly, his already deep voice nearly a full octave lower. “I won’t go father, I promise.”
“R-Really?” The excitement in your voice is evident and it makes him wonder what took him so long to do this. “Just the tip?”
“I promise.”
You bit your lip as he ran a thick finger down your silk nightshirt, slowly unbuttoning it. The shirt fell open and Alex’s warm tongue circled your chest, ran down along your stomach, and the pressure between your thighs grew uncomfortable. You needed him - in a way that was all-consuming and terrifying. You whimpered under his delicate touch as his calloused hands fondled and touched your body, rubbing up and down the curves of your sides, circling along your hip bones.
His laugh was husky and deep. “You like that?”
You tried to respond but could only shudder when he rolled his thumb under your shorts and kissed down your chest. His chuckle was sinful and dirty as it dragged down your body, his hot breath sinking into every crevice as you wiggled your hips and he removed your clothes and tossed them to the ground. Alex shuffled slightly, removing his clothes before he pressed his body against yours.
You and Alex had seen each other naked many times, but it always surprised you just how soft he was. Looking at him - all chiseled and muscular and godly - one might assume he would feel as rough and ragged as he looked, but you knew the truth. Knew that he would cradle you to his body gently and fully, that he would shield you in his muscular arms.
He kissed you roughly, sloppily pushing his tongue into your mouth with vigor. His strong arms cradled around your body like an unbreakable cocoon and suddenly there was an unbearable amount of space between your bodies. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and you dug your nails into his skin, doing all you could to pull him closer to you, to close the damnable distance between you.
“Just the tip,” you reminded him gently as he rolled you over, running his hands down your back. His rough mustache tickled your skin as he pulled apart your cheeks with shaky hands, rolling his warm tongue along the length of your spine.
“I know, my love.” His body pulled back and away from you briefly and you heard the sound of the dresser drawer opening as he shuffled around, obviously looking for something. Before you could react, his thick fingers pushed between your cheeks, dragging cool and thick liquid down the length of you. You groaned and pushed your face into the pillow to suppress the inhumane sound that erupted from your lungs when Alex’s fat fingers sank inside of your tight hole, glistening with lube.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured with a light kiss to your shoulder. “Doing a good job, just a bit deeper and then I’ll put it in. Okay?”
More hot pressure was applied to your ass as he dove his fingers deeper inside you. With white knuckles, you gripped onto the bedsheets and pushed your hips up into him more, allowing him to reach places you’d only dreamt about before, and as he got deeper, the pain melted into pleasure and suddenly you needed him more than words could describe. Your body moved on its own; instinctually, your back arched and your toes curled, your tongue spewed wild incantations as an impossible heat smoldered deep within your stomach and you were flourishing.
His fingers pulled out from you with a squish, and the lack of him was like an indentation inside you. The yearning to be filled again was all-consuming and aggressive, but before you could protest, he was splitting your ass apart again with his fat cockhead with ease, languidly dragging it up and down between your cheeks. You were so wet that he occasionally slipped out and his girthy cock rolled along the curve of your ass, his precum leaking all over your skin creating a thin film of his arousal that glistened for him in the pale moonlight.
Whines of pleasure fell from your lips with each warm drag of his cock as he teased you, and the warmth in your stomach turned uncomfortably hot with each slip, each drip of his seed that spilled out of you. He pushed a bit deeper into your hole, and you grit your teeth through the pain of the pining, through the anticipation of having all of him.
“Fuck, Alex,” you whined, stretching your arms under the pillow to brace your hands flat to the headboard. “Just put it in. Please.”
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he applied more pressure to his knee and laid his body on top of you, gripping to your hips as he kissed the tip of your shoulder blade. Alex had never experienced this carnivorous craving before and his willpower was faltering fast. Your body was seething under him, writhing and pleading for him. Your fingernails dug into the wood of the headboard and he could see the puddle of drool that had collected onto the pillow beneath your mouth.
His head was spinning from the wetness of you, how tight you were around even just the tip of him, even just his cockhead slipping into your entrance managed to stretch you out. He jerked his hips back shallowly, only allowing his head to push into you as promised. He wanted to fill you up - to feel the way his hot seed would spill deep within your walls - to see it leaking from you lewdly as you screamed his name into the pillow. He felt dirty.
Alex shuddered but kept slowly thrusting into you, needing more. Maybe more than he had ever needed anything. With a groan, Alex pulled out of you, resting his cock onto your ass. It was heavy and weeping, an absolute monster that craved its meal.
With a sigh, you rested your cheek onto the pillow and turned to glance at him. Alex’s baby blue eyes were glowing with hunger, in the same way you were certain yours were.
“Just put it all in, Alex.” Your voice was pure fire, filling your lungs with hot smoke.
He pushed the tip of his cock between your cheeks again, diving deeper than before. Slowly and ethereally, your muscles relaxed around him and it was the best you’d ever felt. His nails dug into the skin of your hip as he pumped deeper, sinking more into your soul with each inch.
“More,” you whimpered, rocking your hips. “I need more.”
Alex didn’t hesitate, sliding deeper inside of you as you sucked him in. Sheathed halfway within you, he let out a raspy breath and rested his forehead onto your back, his hot breath fanning against your spine. His calloused hand rolled up the length of your body to rest on top of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pushed more of his length into you.
“I want to put the rest in,” he whispered. “I need to do it.”
“Just do it already,” you cried, pushing yourself to your knees. “I want you to.”
He filled you up entirely, his girth stretching you in the best way, hitting your sweet spot. Loud moans of yes - feels good - don’t stop erupted from deep within you as he set a brutal pace, his loaded balls swinging against the skin of your ass with each deep pump.
He slammed back into you, over and over, no longer concerned about hurting you - he could tell he wasn’t from the way your body pleaded for him, how your hips matched his rhythm and your fingers twitched in his hand, how you hit beautiful notes of pure ecstasy as he curved into you with circular motions of his hips.
You brought your hand down to touch yourself, matching his pace as moans rippled out of you and shattered on the floor. The sounds of creeks of the bed and skin slapping against skin overshadowed your shallow breathing and desperate cries as the coil within your stomach tightened, trickling warm drops of pleasure all over your body. Your orgasm was harsh and abrupt, overwhelming you in the best way as you breathed out his name in an endless string of adoration.
Alex spilled himself inside of you while chanting your name, draining his balls deep within your walls, chills running down his spine and creeping into his shoulder muscles. Thick ropes of warm come filled you up and leaked out of your cheeks and down your thighs, sliding behind your knees. Everything was soaked. You fell forward and Alex did the same next to you, both of you panting heavily.
His eyes searched your face as you grabbed his hand and offered him a satisfied smile and a wink. Alex squeezed your hand and you snuggled into him, allowing your hands to rest onto his pecs as he cradled you in his burly arms.
You pulled back when Alex started sniffling and your heart fluttered as you reached up to wipe the small tears that trickled from his eyes. Alex was a sensitive soul - always caring and putting other people before himself. It was your favorite part about him.
"Are you okay?" You asked, feeling a bit guilty for seducing him.
"I'm fine," he wept, shaking his head as more hot tears streaked down his face. “I love you so much and I can't wait to marry you in 47 hours. That's all."
His embrace around you tightened as the lullaby of sleep sang to you. You closed your eyes and listened to the beating of his heart as you replied contently, "I love you, too, Alex."
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hi i dont know if you write breeding kink or something like that but, who do you think from mgr has it? maybe headcanons?
I think Monsoon or Armstrong. It seems to me that they would be quite jealous, which is why they would want to fill in their beloved so that she could not think about anyone. Well, in Armstrong's case, he would probably also want children.
