Dec 8, 2024
baby it’s cold outside
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baby it’s cold outside
thinking about ed and al approaching making love to each other with all the freaky perfectionist rigor of an alchemist
Psst, Elricest fans. Remember the day Ed and Al burned their house down as a symbol of their codependence—I mean, their resolve to keep moving forward? This year’s event will lead up to that very day! I’m now taking suggestions for prompts. Submit your best autumn-themed, sex-themed, or house-fire-themed ideas here!
When it comes to the elric brothers and their specific fetishes, I can imagine them both having a really big oral fixation. Especially when it comes to Al.
Its ranges from continous face-fucking for hours on end, to simply just examining eachothers teeth and tongue.
They're both making out when Al pulls away for a moment to just stick his fingers into Ed's mouth.
His fingers tracing Ed's canines while Ed is just sitting there and blushing furiously while Al just plays with his mouth.
Al's thumb gently pets at his tongue before shoving it a little bit deeper into his mouth, eventually finger-fucking his throat.
Ed can do nothing but shake and cry while he sits in his younger brother's lap and endure his brother effectively ruining yet another one of his holes.
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Jigsaw Esoterica
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Alphonse Elric/Edward Elric, Outsider POV
Word Count: 1311
Summary: A treasure trove of old photos and documents are donated to a local archive. The story they tell is unclear, but nonetheless compelling. Written for the @elricestloveevent of 2025.
The archivist empties the box she’s been given piece by piece. Places each item in a loosely categorized pile that she’ll go through and catalog later.
The box is made of old cardboard, the kind that feels like it’ll disintegrate if she touches it wrong. Its exterior is graffitied with many different labels, scratched out and scribbled over in new colors, new handwriting. Roses. Important. Imm documents. Mom stuff. Photos. Attic. Grandma Noah.
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ed’s type is one fucking ugly evil german man, his brother, and beautiful romani women. we can’t all be perfect, i suppose.
