firstprincehornyramblings

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Henry Fox can top in an emergency. Sometimes, that emergency is that Alex has been a brat all day long, and is literally begging for a dick in his ass.

I just wanted some bratty bottom Alex, okay? It's gonna get way more romantic than you expect, then rough again. Enjoy the ride.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66335941

tagging people i normally tag in things <3

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @judasofsuburbia

@softboynick @bluemarkbennett @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

@bitbybitwrites @midnight-soulless-system @tailsbeth-writes @percy-jackson-is-sexy- @run-for-chamo-miles

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Thank you so much to @bitbybitwrites for reminding me I also haven't done one of these in ages. I'm presently working on one wip that's been scratching at the inside of my brain for a while now. You've seen firstprince exes, you've seen firstprince pornstars, hell, you've seen firstprince pornstars who are exes, but you've never seen 'em like this I bet. ;) Have a snippet

-

The reply sounded distant in Henry’s ears, but he changed his position slightly, sitting more in the middle of the couch as he saw the cameramen getting in place. The signal from the director that the filming was starting. “Okay boys, we’re going to start with a few questions before we get into this shoot. Everyone knows this is Apollo’s first shoot in a while, are you excited to be back to work?” “Extremely, it’s been ages since I’ve had a good lay,” Henry teased with a charming laugh, the kind that used to make Alex smile like an idiot. “And who better to work with than Adonis?” the director continued, “You two have shot a few of the most popular scenes on our site in the last few years. Are you excited to work with each other again?” “Absolutely,” Alex answered, grinning like a politician, “I love an uncut dick,” he added winking. It was somehow easy for Henry to laugh at that, it was hardly forced at all, “Well, I’m thrilled, he’s an incredible shag. I can only imagine he’s gotten better since we last saw one another,” he purred, flashing a rather adoring smile in Alex’s direction.   “Alright, one last thing, when we were setting this up, Adonis told us he couldn’t believe you agreed to it. He said you hate him, is that true?” “He does hate me!” Alex interjected, laughing as though it was all part of a rouse. Henry shrugged, rolling his eyes in a coy way, “I mean, have you met him?” he asked coolly. “Is the feeling mutual?” Now it was Alex’s turn to play coy, making a quiet ‘eh’ sound, “Ya know how it is,” he droned playfully, “I kinda hate his ass, but also I love his ass, get it?” The director laughed, before directing his attention to Henry, “I imagine there’s one or two things you like about him.” “Of course,” the blond cooed, reaching one hand over to take Alex’s chin in his palm, squishing tender cheeks and giving the brunette’s head a little shake. Alex was extraordinarily pliant for it, humming low, vibrating against Henry’s hand, “Look at that face,” Henry tutted, “Imagine staring at that through your legs while you’ve got eight inches pounding you out.” “Well, it sounds like both of you get quite the view. You ready to give everyone watching a good view?”

---

you're not ready, lemme tell you that, but maybe these folks are ready to share some stuff of their own?

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @judasofsuburbia

@softboynick @bluemarkbennett @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

@bitbybitwrites @midnight-soulless-system @tailsbeth-writes @percy-jackson-is-sexy- @run-for-chamo-miles

[firstprincehornyramblings]

God, I know I haven’t done one of these in AGES.

To be honest, I’m really focused on looking for a new job at the moment and either doing more resume writing or doing casual reading for enjoyment than fic writing . . it’s a defense/ stress mechanism, I know.

*sigh*

Sending many thanks to the awesome folks who keep tagging me in this and WIP Wednesday in these past few months ( its been that long! 😭) since I did my last one of these :

@porcelainmortal @forabeatofadrum @onthewaytosomewhere @dizzymisslizzie @firstprincehornyramblings

@theprinceandagcd @caterpills @emeryhall @alasse9 @sophie1973

@daisyishedwig @iboatedhere @14carrotghoul

(I hope I didn’t forget any of you!)

Since my last Several/Six/Seven Sentence Sunday/WIP Wednesday, I did do the following, so if you missed it:

1.) Posted Chp 6 of Puppy Love (First Prince fic)

2.) Posted Chp 2 of Missed Connections (Klaine fic)

3. ) Posted Killing Me Softly (Klaine One Shot)

I did manage to write some new snippets for both Klaine and FirstPrince - I’ll leave them under the cut.

I’m still plugging away at my WIP multi-chapter fics. It’s just REALLY slow going now.

1.) Excerpt from Chp 30 - If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine) ( cc @datshitrandom )

Yes, this long epic is coming to a close. I adore this story and all the twists and turns it has taken and it does make me sad to finish it.

Any readers still following will soon see I’ve actually added 1 more chapter to the whole story count. So there will be 31 chapters to finish out the fic. Chp 30 is fully written and being edited now. Chp 31 has been started which will include the wrapping up of the main story and a bit of an epilogue.

an excerpt from Chp 30:

“Blaine!” Trent grabbed him and bodily marched him further into the apartment.  Brittany quickly took away all of the bags of food and alcohol in his arms before Santana .  . Santana Lopez of all people. . . swept Blaine up in a hug so quickly and so tightly he was sure he was going to break something.   A furious stream of Spanish tumbled from her lips.  Blaine was nearly positive a good handful of them were venomous phrases and curse words. Well, he went under that assumption from her tone alone.  He dared not breathe because he still wasn’t sure who exactly her ire was directed at. It wasn’t until Santana ended her tirade and let go of her grip on him, that Blaine drew in a deep breath. She pulled backwards, gently held his face in her hands, her eyes softening into a compassionate gaze. Oh good, she wasn’t mad at him then. “I take it I’m. . .I’m not the one in trouble?” Blaine asked carefully (you know, just to be sure) as he took a tentative step away. Before Santana could answer a familiar body launched itself at him, throwing Blaine off balance and onto the rug beneath him. “I’m so so sorry, “ Kurt said, hiccuping slightly.  “It just came out.” He pressed his face into Blaine’s chest in embarrassment.  “I didn’t mean to.  Really.” “What did?” Blaine asked as he righted himself and wrapped  his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. Kurt sighed.  “I may have let slip that Sebastian had a hand in trying to keep us apart.” “Oh. . .”  Blaine pulled Kurt along with him, so he could scoot up and lean his back against the couch.  “That.” “I’m sorry, “ Kurt said, his blue eyes filled with regret as he stared upwards at his boyfriend.  “Its . . .Sebastian just came up in conversation.  And I’m still just so mad at him for everything . . . and . . .well. . . I may be a little drunk?”

2.) Excerpt from Chp 7 of Puppy Love (First Prince) (cc @omgbarbiegurl)

“Blimey, that fucker is MASSIVE.”

“And that’s what he said . . “

Henry groaned as he watched his best friend and sister poke at each other playfully, snorting loudly into their gloves.  Together the trio stood in Rockefeller Center, engulfed in a sea of tourists, all of which were staring up at the famous Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree with them.

And Bea was not wrong.

“I mean, “Henry’s sister continued, as she tilted her head form side to side, and staring at the brightly lit evergreen the same way David scrutinized a new toy or treat. “I don’t think the telly does it justice.  It’s rather impressive in person.”

Pez coughed unceremoniously into his hand.  “Totally phallic though.”

“Pez!” Henry said, horrified and quickly looked around to make sure no one heard.  “Let’s not offend any New Yorkers, shall we?  I do like living here and would prefer not to be booted out of the city because you’ve maligned a much beloved iconic holiday symbol!

“I’m just saying . . it’s long or rather tall . . . slightly bulbous. . .”

“Girthy . . .”

“Bea! Do not encourage him!” Henry said through gritted teeth, his face flaring red in embarrassment.

Pez waved his arms toward the tree.  “I mean, I’m not thinking of it in the sense of a literal tree.” He stepped back, studying it as Bea had,.  “But if you just observe the silhouette -  disregard all the poky branches and sharp pine needles . . . look, Haz . . it’s smaller at the top, blooms into a bulbous . . .”

“Please stop saying that word . . “ Henry sighed.  Bea was grinning with devilish glee, enjoying her brother’s discomfort all too well.

“I repeat, it has a bulbous middle shape, then it tapers back down to a smaller point and then flares out into a wider base.”  Pez carefully mimicked with his hands a tracing out of said shape as we catalogued each part of the tree.  “I mean, it’s looks pretty much like a giant. .”

“Please don’t say it.” Henry begged, his voice noticeably strained. “Do not finish that sentence aloud.”

Bea cackled even louder and smacked Pez on the arm.  “Only you, Percy Okonjo would have such a filthy mind.”

Pez snickered.  “It could be a potential money making venture. Christmas themed . . “

“Butt plugs?”

“Beatrice!”

“Stop being such a  prude, Hen.”

Henry spluttered.  “I am not a prude!  I have a very healthy, happy relationship with sex, and all accoutrements that go along with, if you must know.” he shouted out loud, stomping his foot petulantly.

Bea and Pez looked at each other for a moment, before they simultaneously bent over at the waist and started laughing hysterically.  Henry, who had immediately blushed bright red after realizing what he had just shouted in the midst of a busy people packed courtyard, let loose an exasperated sound as he turned on his heel and walked away.  He was quite determined to put as much distance from the deranged people he left behind.

He didn’t get far though as he soon heard the sound of footsteps run behind hims and felt a pair of other arms loop through his own.

As trying as Pez and Bea were once they got together, Henry wouldn’t have his Christmas holiday any other way. Their previous plans of a quiet time renting a quaint cottage in the Cotswolds until Boxing Day quickly got derailed after a virulent bout of flu hit the shelter a week ago.  Pez and Henry other did not want to be a country away when so many of the kids and staff were ill.  So due to being unexpectedly short staffed, instead a New York Christmas was proposed in its stead.

3.) Excerpt from Chp 2 of missed connections (Klaine) ( cc @cryscendo )

The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind Kurt with an extremely satisfying thud. Fuming, he paced back and forth like an enraged beast, muttering expletives to himself before the dam finally broke. “Is it so hard to find a single person who could do their job properly?!” He cried out, punctuating his growing ire with a a growl of frustration. “Well, I guess I can see how your day has been going . . “ Kurt whipped around suddenly to see one of his dearest friends, watching him with amusement.  Mercedes finally leaned over and poured herself and Kurt a cup of tea each.  Delicately balancing the china cup in between her fingertips, she leaned back on the settee and brought the cup up to her lips with a smile. “Surely, it cannot be the end of the world, Kurt. It never really is,” she reminded him. “Last issue, “ Kurt began, taking a step towards the table, ready to continue his fiery tirade. “For the last issue of the magazine, you tore into that young McCarthy woman because she failed to put the right number of ruffles on the train of - oh I can’t even remember whose gown it was this time.” “Mamie Fish.” Kurt grumbled and he dropped onto the settee next to Mercedes with a huff and a frown. Her mere presence always had a calming effect on Kurt.  He could feel the tension and anger slowly melt away in his dear friend’s presence. Mercedes grimaced at the mention of the socialite’s name.  “Yes, her.  And to be honest, Mamie Fish is an awful, awful woman, Kurt.  She is so catty and rude.” Mercedes carefully rested her tea cup on the table and leaned closer to Kurt.  “The things I’ve over heard her say about people, not only behind their backs but directly to their faces have been truly atrocious.  And she laughs it off!  She fancies herself quick-witted but all she is , in truth, is a sharp-tongued, bitter, harridan. It goes to show that having scads of money does not necessarily equate with having class or empathy of any sort.”  Mercedes sighed and re-arranged the pale linen napkin on her lap, smoothing out the cloth carefully over her gown.  She shook her head, tutting softly as she looked at her Kurt.  “There are some days I can’t believe you have the wherewithal to deal with half of the people you write about in your column. Most of them are quite full of themselves, and so blinded by their spots in the Four Hundred or what new homes they’ve built or what parties they have thrown. It’s just so tedious and shallow.  It’s so not you, Kurt.” Kurt’s shoulders slumped. Mercedes was right.  She was always right. “I . . . I don’t think you understand, Mercedes.  It has to be perfect.” Kurt pulled off his gloves and began to fold and refold them repeatedly.  “I have a standard to uphold.  I have expectations from others, from myself.  I can’t afford to fail.  Not at this.” A soft hand  on his knee quickly stalled Kurt’s repetitive actions.  “You will never fail at anything you put your mind to, Kurt Hummel,” Mercedes softly reminded him.  “I just worry about you, my dear.  You’re constantly surrounded by all these self-absorbed millionaires and their stiff, pretentious ways.  You’re better than that.  You’re better than all of them.   I know you have a job to do, but try not to let their behavior change who you are inside.  You’re too good of a person, Kurt.”

And there ya go! Going to tag some folks ( besides the lovely folks tagged at the top) - no pressure as always but if you want to share what you’ve been working on, I’d love to read it!

Also BIG OPEN TAG who sees this and in general just wants to share. Tag me, I’d love to read what you’ve got going. . . .

Happy writing folks!

@getmehighonmagic,  @blueeyedgrlwrites, @annepi-blog,

@myheartalivewrites  @kirakiwiwrites,

@wowbright, , @coffeegleek, @theprinceandagcd

@gleefulpoppet , @special-bc-ur-part-of-it , @daisyishedwig @sarkyblueeyes , @hkvoyage

@tinyarmedtrex, @1908jmd , @sparklepocalypse  @spaceorphan18, 

@kirakiwiwrites , @cha-melodius  @yadivagirl, @lady-divine-writes, @cryscendo 

@rockitmans, @madas-ahatters-world , @little-escapist @thesleepyskipper 

@nocoastposts, , @thinkof-england , @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

@blurglesmurfklaine  @blueeyedgrlwrites

[firstprincehornyramblings]

A certain amount of intimacy exists in taking a hit from someone who's punch you're familiar with. You know exactly how hard they swing, where they aim, and how they'll dodge. The same intimacy exists within them knowing exactly how much you love it. Both things were true for Alex and Henry. The latter had been accidental, a few fights happening before a pattern began. Alex hard as a rock because of a fist to the jaw, Henry's eyes rolling backward in his head, pressed against a wall as Alex took him in the nearest bathroom.

-- OR Fight Club Firstprince. Thank you to everyone who encouraged this, love you lots.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66260833

---------------

fic tags: Established Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Boxers, Fighters, Fight Club - Freeform, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood Kink, Blood As Lube, Spit As Lube, Spit Kink, POV Alex Claremont-Diaz, Masochist Alex Claremont-Diaz, Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, Bottom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Dom Bottom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Mean Dom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Masochistic Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, descriptions of fighting, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Ass to Mouth, Semi-Public Sex, Choking, Fighting As Foreplay, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Gratuitous Smut, They Beat Each Other Up And Get Off About It. Slight Feminization Language - Verbal, Dirty Talk

tags for my freaks (affection, also no pressure to interact if this isn't your vibe <3)

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @judasofsuburbia

@softboynick @bluemarkbennett @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

@bitbybitwrites @midnight-soulless-system @tailsbeth-writes @percy-jackson-is-sexy- @run-for-chamo-miles

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Hello my darling loves, don't look at the time. Shh, just focus on the fact that you're getting a snack- even if it's a midnight snack. Thank you to @run-for-chamo-miles for tagging me. Thrilled to announce to you lot that I've started a new WIP that I've been planning for a while. I don't think it'll be too terribly long, so hopefully that means I'm finished faster. But, may I introduce to you all, fightclub!firstprince <3

-------- (worth nothing this fic will contain some descriptions of fighting and blood and such, so, trigger warning?)

--------------

“Does it look like it?” Henry quipped, that posh fucking accent absolutely begging to be smacked out of his mouth. But Alex had a better idea. “You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” the brunette asked, sauntering toward his lover. One hand already undoing his shorts, pushing them down a bit. He didn’t bother to take them off, instead slipping his cock out of the waistband of both his underwear and shorts. Before he closed the remaining feet between he and Henry, Alex did gently tug his balls free as well. His opposite hand carding through the blond’s hair, and jerking that pretty, smug, face back. Henry laughed, low and husky, eyes half lidded as his lips hung open, “Am I? Tough talk from a man who’s gotten a stiffy over his boyfriend beating the shit out of him.” “I would hardly call that ‘beating the shit’ out of me, sweetheart,” Alex hummed. One hand still tangled in blond locks as the other took hold of his shaft, tapping his cock against those bloodstained lips, “I let you win, that’s how this works, remember? And this is the part where you choke on it.”

---

i know it's late, but maybe some of you want to do a Thursday post?

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @judasofsuburbia

@softboynick @catdadabbot @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

@bitbybitwrites @midnight-soulless-system @tailsbeth-writes @percy-jackson-is-sexy-

+ literally anyone else; I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[firstprincehornyramblings]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags, @nausikaaa, @facewithoutheart, and @miss-minnelli! And thanks friends for the tags on Sunday! I finally made a header for any future Wednesday posts. It doesn’t look great, but there’s nothing to be done for it, so onwards and upwards under the cut.

Hoping to write about a heap of things in this post...

Firstly, I’m doing well! Last week, I saw my doctor about chest pains and got confirmation that I do, in fact, have what I thought I had (based on a few research spirals). So, that was an ego boost I likely didn’t need. Tomorrow’s another appointment to see how serious it is. Otherwise, I’ve been reading a lot of fic and books. I got my copy of When the Tides Held the Moon—and it was the last one on the shelf! So I’m very excited to dive into that.

Secondly, a trilogy reread update! I finished Wayward Son—apologies to anyone who saw me on their dash having a breakdown. But god, it was such a good book. As sad as I feared, but the humor was incredible and plentiful. Shepard my beloved. The trio’s dynamic was wonderful, and I took the time to really enjoy it, since I feel we don’t get as much of it in concentration in books one and two. Also, I noted that Baz’s “Simon” versus  “Snow” ratio is actually much more balanced than I tend to think. “Simon” truly is for the soft moments.

Now I’m 24% through Any Way the Wind Blows. I forgot Simon lives in a duplex! So I noted that. Otherwise, it’s been a lot of heartbreak so far, the breakup was perfectly visceral. I’m now pleased to report that we’re in domestic fluff territory. Simon and Baz are having many important conversations. 

Thirdly, what you came for, the sentences 😂 Some more trans!Alex and gynecologist!Henry:

“Wait, I think—one of Nora’s friends has a best friend who’s a gynecologist,” June says.

Alex frowns, slightly hurt. His cheek smushes into the couch cushion. “Nora has a friend I don’t know?”

“Well, it was actually someone she hooked up with. I was trying to be classy.” Nora re-enters the living room with two bottles and a mug. June smiles at her, inviting her back into the conversation. “Remember that guy? He was great.”

“Indeed.” Nora sighs happily. “He was British.”

“British? That’s his only memorable quality?” Alex replies.

Nora smirks. “Well—”

“No, stop, sorry I asked. Jesus.”

I have so many WIPs fluttering around my brain right now. Teachers!Snowbaz is on the way, I promise. I also have a dozen or so other snowbaz ideas written down, thanks to the reread, which I’m excited about. I may hoard them like a dragon (ha) until Countdown, but I also don’t trust myself to be patient. 

I’m also starting a longer RWRB project for the @when-henry-met-alex fest! Hopefully I’ll have more to share on that this weekend or next week.

Okay. Whew. If you made it this far, please note the appreciative vibes I’m sending your way. It’s so fun to see all my works in progress—writing or otherwise—laid out 💕

No-pressure tag and a hug for those who want it!

@alexalexinii @andromedaskies @anincompletelist @anti-homophobia-cheese @artsyunderstudy

@bachusekart @benwvatt @blueeyedgrlwrites @bookish-bogwitch @cccloudsss

@cutestkilla @drowninginships @emeryhall @fairflowered @fiend-for-culture

@firenati0n @firstprincefairytale @firstprincehornyramblings @hushed-chorus @ic3que3n

@ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @kj-bee @larkral @luainthewild

@lovelettersto-mars @made-by-han @martsonmars @meanjeansjeans @monbons

@mooncello @noblecorgi @onepintobean @onpurposewrites @onthewaytosomewhere

@palimpsessed @philaet0s @priincebutt @raenestee @rimeswithpurple

@roomwithanopenfire @simonscones @stellarmeadow @supercutedinosaurs @suseagull5914

@tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @tea-brigade @that-disabled-princess @thesleepyskipper

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Dry humping ficlet instead of a Sentence's Sunday???? This is just a hopelessly romantic Firstprince dry humping fic. That's all that happens, some leaking tips and cuddles.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65886499

normal sentence's sunday tags below the cut

I am currently working on another smut fic, but I think you lot will have to wait until Wednesday to get a sneak of it ;)

so, tags?

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @judasofsuburbia

@softboynick @nightshiftabbott @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

@bitbybitwrites @midnight-soulless-system @tailsbeth-writes @percy-jackson-is-sexy-

+ literally anyone else; I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Thank you @suseagull5914 for the tag! I've been on holiday & I've got so much writing time, it's glorious. Here's some more from The Prince and Me AU, @when-henry-met-alex is definitely motivating me now 🥲

‘Do you mind if I sit here?’ His questionable train of thought is interrupted by British vowels in what he presumes us a cashmere sweater. ‘Go right ahead.’ Alex grits out. He shuffles in his seat, shoulder hitching up at the side Henry sits at. ‘Apologies, do carry on.’ Alex’s mouth gapes open at Henry's audacity. The lecturer holds a hand on her hip, and raises her eyebrows. ‘Why thank you Mr Fox.’ Her tone is ice cold, Alex chuckles under his breath. He listens as she describes the syllabus, his soul dying a little for every Shakespeare play they're covering. Next to him, Mr Pompous is whispering cusses to himself. He gets his head out of his bag and turns to Alex. ‘It’s Alex, right? Any chance I could borrow a pen?’ ‘You’re shitting me…’ A short internal argument later, he lets out a quiet groan and grabs a pen from his bag. This guy is annoying but thankfully for him, Ellen didn't raise an asshole.

Tag You're It: @onthewaytosomewhere @judasofsuburbia @royal-chandler @run-for-chamo-miles @thighzp @taste-thewaste @emmalostinwonderland @littlemisskittentoes @cactusdragon517 @priincebutt @jmagnabo92 @sophie1973 @dizzymisslizzie @firstprincehornyramblings & open tag 💖

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Henry Fox has given up on love. He has no desire to be in a relationship, and he doesn't miss it at all, except the times his house is so quiet the wind outside seems to echo. Or when he sits down to eat dinner in silence aside from David’s whimpering at his feet. Maybe when he crawls in a king-sized bed at night, with only a beagle to take up the rest of the space. But that's fine, all of it, he is more than capable of being by himself- in the vast emptiness that was a rural Texas night. He doesn't need anyone, certainly not Alex Claremont-Diaz and his insistence that he knows how to keep hookups casual.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65831575

(fic tags, more info, and person tags under cut)

------- So, this fic was born out of seeing a tweet about following someone around in a club all night because they said to, and @dreamyunicorngirlunicorn requesting I write a very dom Henry vibe along with some puppy Alex vibe. Enjoy?

Tags: Dom Bottom Henry, Sub Top Alex, Puppy Play, Slight feminization language, Chastity Device, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Leaky Tip Alex, POV Henry, Lawyer Alex, Shop Owner Henry, Slut Henry, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Henry Has Trust Issues, Alex Has Abandonment Issues, Alex is a Loverboy, Brief Discussions of Past Experiences with Racism, Henry is Bad at Feelings, Come Eating, Come as Lube, 'Puppy' As A Term Of Endearment, Happy Ending, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Love Confessions, Slow Burn but They're Fucking the Whole Time, Alex Has a Praise Kink

-----

ALRIGHT, SOME OF YALL WANTED THIS, ROUND UP!

@anyroomsrio @valeblue @run-for-chamo-miles @percy-jackson-is-sexy-

@redlipstickandglitter @onthewaytosomewhere @tailsbeth-writes @eusuntgratie

@basil-bird @buddieunite @lfg1986-2 @nightshiftabbott @handahbear

@caressthosecheekbones @henrysfox @henfox @barghavsarathy

@stratocumulusperlucidus @buttercupmistymoon @thighzp

@sum1sx @idealuk @miniaturecreature18 @cnointerprise @bitbybitwrites

@anchor-bird-94 @potato-jem @magnificentwitchdream @gayhoediaz @midnight-soulless-system

[firstprincehornyramblings]

HELLO DARLINGS, as we know real life has been kicking my ass, but excellent news! I have just finished the "the fic where Alex and Henry meet in a club, and Henry's a self sufficient femme fatal girl boss who doesn't need a man. And Alex is the loverboy he is, determined to win over stuffy blond. The dynamic here (party requested by @dreamyunicorngirl and partly an insane want of my own accord)" fic. This means hopefully, unless real life kicks my ass worse, it'll be uploaded this weekend? Cross your fingers and toes loves. But, thank you to @tailsbeth-writes and @run-for-chamo-miles tagging me on sunday and @onthewaytosomewhere tagging me today. have a little snippet of this fic. and hopefully you get the full thing soon <3

------

“You… didn’t come already, did you?” “No,” Alex whispered, swallowing hard as Henry fell beside him, curling up under one arm. “Just- just really fucking want you, baby. You really aren’t gonna take me out? Sweetheart, I’ve been so patient, I just need so-ah!” Just like that, Henry’s palm pressing into Alex’s crotch earned a jerk from the brunette’s hips. Even if the cage offered no stimulation from the touch, it didn’t seem to make Alex any less receptive. Henry’s hand grabbing the plastic cage through the fabric and toying with it, gently tugging just to hear the other man hiss, and running his fingers over it as if that might do something. Which, it did. Every little touch made Alex grind up against the blond’s hand, desperately seeking more stimulation, even if he knew he wasn’t going to find any. “Christ, you’re like an eager little puppy,” Henry laughed, it was only slightly condescending, more of a sexual teasing than genuine bullying. “You can’t even feel that, can you?” “No,” Alex huffed, a dramatic pout on his lips, making his cheeks poke out in a way that Henry found incredibly endearing. “I just…I need something, baby, please,” he whined.

----

awww poor alex. ANYWAY, its not midnight yet so, tags?

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @judasofsuburbia

@softboynick @nightshiftabbott @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

@bitbybitwrites @midnight-soulless-system @tailsbeth-writes @percy-jackson-is-sexy-

+ literally anyone else; I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[firstprincehornyramblings]

okay so it's wed and here's some words - from dragon alex again of course cuz well most other things haven't been touched or are under lock and key still lolz

thanks so much for the tags @jmagnabo92 @priincebutt @theprinceandagcd @caterpills

Henry explores the rooms looking for any exit that he might be able to use. He moves from room to room, the whisper of his footsteps lost to the silence this level somehow invokes. He finds a larger kitchen that has potential, but its window is laughably small—clearly designed to keep someone like him in, or just let a minimal amount of light in. The main living space only has the door that he knows is boarded up, and that might be a bit loud to try to break through. After all, he doesn’t want the dragon to think he is trying to escape; he’s not. He just wants to see more. To know more. And maybe get to talk to him, not through a window. He finds what he believes to be an office, eventually, at the far end of the hallway, which seems to have primarily bedrooms. The ceilings are just a bit lower than the main area, and the air carries a comforting smell that draws Henry in, ink and parchment. A desk sits near a wall, papers stacked haphazardly beside an inkwell on top of it. And the part that most draws Henry in—more books, seemingly different than the ones in the library upstairs, line the walls. But it's the window that draws his attention away from them—it is wider and taller than the others he’s seen, with brass latches that reflect the light from the torch. He steps closer, and his heart beats a little faster. The panes are clear and clean. Not barred. Not blocked. He unlocks the window with gentle hands, half-waiting for some alarm to sound or for the window to refuse to unlock. But nothing happens. The latches release and the glass opens easily, as though it, too, has been waiting for this moment. The ledge is more than wide enough to sit on comfortably, and with a bit of maneuvering, he slides through, one leg at a time. His boots touch the ground with a satisfying soft thud, and he thanks the deities for blessing him with long legs. He smiles to himself for the first time in what feels like a long while.

OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO WANTS TO PLAY and lobbing some no-pressure tags out

@adreama-writes @alasse9 @anincompletelis @bigswitchenergyy @blueeyedgrlwrites @catdadacd @cha-melodius @dezinthecloud @dreamtigress @emmalostinwonderland @eusuntgratie @faketrex @firstprincehornyramblings @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @freyjaexplores @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @jafffacakess @judasofsuburbia @kj-bee @lfg1986-2 @lizzie-bennetdarcy @miharaikko @mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester @onpurposewrites @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @royal-chandler @run-for-chamo-miles @sophie1973 @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow @suseagull5914 @tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @thinkof-england @typicalopposite @thesleepyskipper @thighzp @tinyarmedtrex @zwiazdziarka

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Six Sentence Sunday

Only a few minutes left in the day for me! Joining in under the wire!

Thanks for the tags, @mooncello, @emeryhall, @whatevertheweather, @thewholelemon, @roomwithanopenfire, 

@nausikaaa, @monbons, and @artsyunderstudy! Great to hear from you all! <3

I want to cover a Simon Snow reread update, then some teachers!snowbaz, then some trans!Alex. It’s been a good week! I’ve been able to catch up on some sleep which has been amazing.

So, first: rereading Carry On. I’m keeping my notes in a doc, so I’m hoping this will be short and sweet, but I do, of course, have thoughts. I always forget how brash (yet compassionate) Simon is in book one, so that’s been fun to sit with. I’m 34% of the way through, so Baz just got back and revealed his love to us. So far it’s been a lot of politics, which is really fascinating. I’m trying to truly sink my teeth into it, because it doesn’t come naturally to me when writing fic. 

I’ve laughed out loud several times so far, the one-liners are so funny. And it’s been endearing to see hints of Baz and Simon’s care for one another so far, namely Simon asserting himself as the one who knows Baz best, and this line of Baz’s: “It’s just like him, really, to use what little control he has to protect other people.”

Secondly, teachers!snowbaz! This snippet does not have a ton of teachers or snowbaz, lol, but here is some Baz POV of a GSA meeting:

“A ton of eighth years are breaking up,” one student reports. He looks to be fourteen or fifteen years old. Choppy brown hair and dozens of rings on his fingers. “A handful of couples convinced their parents to let them stay for eighth year, so they could stay together, but they have different plans for afterward.”

“That’s how it usually goes,” another student chimes in. “I can’t stand to be around upper years in the spring. So much drama.”

Anthony and Parker look over at each other, nervousness pouring off them in waves. The younger kids don’t seem to notice. I make a mental note to talk to one or both of them later. 

RWRB and tags under the cut!

Thirdly, trans!Alex. My gynecologist!Henry AU is becoming a story of multiple parts. Here’s some sentences from what I’m tentatively thinking of as Part II:

Behind the sounds of an epic Star Wars rescue mission, he hears a beep beep beep beep from the kitchen. Henry’s slippers shuffle against the tile. Alex wonders what his boyfriend is making. He’s not in the mood for tea—but no, it can’t be tea. Henry brews with the electric kettle instead of the microwave, “on principle.” 

“Here,” Henry whispers a minute later, suddenly close by. Alex opens his eyes to see Henry crouching at his level next to the sofa. He’s brought with him a gray stuffed leopard. 

“What?” Alex mumbles.

Henry scoots forward, tucking the leopard against Alex’s stomach. It’s pleasantly warm, and it soothes the cramps a bit. “I microwaved it,” Henry says, as if that explains anything.

“You microwaved this little guy?” Alex frowns down at the cheerful-looking animal. “And he didn’t explode?”

“It’s a Warmie, love. They’re built to be microwaved. And it’s weighted, too.”

Happy Sunday, everyone! Hugs and high-fives! Have a wonderful week -

@alexalexinii @andromedaskies @anincompletelist @anti-homophobia-cheese @bachusekart

@benwvatt @blueeyedgrlwrites @bookish-bogwitch @cccloudsss @cutestkilla

@drowninginships @facewithoutheart @fairflowered @fiend-for-culture @firenati0n

@firstprincefairytale @firstprincehornyramblings @hushed-chorus @ic3que3n @ileadacharmedlife

@imagineacoolusername @kj-bee @larkral @luainthewild @lovelettersto-mars

@made-by-han @martsonmars @meanjeansjeans @miss-minnelli @noblecorgi

@onepintobean @onpurposewrites @onthewaytosomewhere @palimpsessed @philaet0s

@priincebutt @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @simonscones @stellarmeadow

@supercutedinosaurs @suseagull5914 @tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @tea-brigade

@that-disabled-princess @thesleepyskipper @tumblingwombats

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Thanks to @onpurposewrites & @jmagnabo92 for tags! If you missed it, myself and Mel announced our rom com AU event, find all the details @when-henry-met-alex 🍿 After that announcement, it feels appropriate to post from my The Prince and Me AU:

‘Tell me you didn't just pay off the other team.’ Henry has his hands on his hips, attempting to keep some decorum in case of prying eyes.  ‘Brother, watch your tongue.’  ‘I saw you with my own eyes Philip, I'm not stupid.’ Philip glances at Henry as he neatens his tie.  ‘Your current display makes that hard to believe.’  A couple of Henry's team stroll past, Henry plasters on a smile as they clap him on the shoulder. When they're out of the way, Henry cuts back to Philip with daggers.  ‘I can win on my own merit, and you know it. Besides, if we lost, it's a charity match. Hardly the Olympics.’ Henry is not a violent man but the complete lack of emotion in Philip’s face really makes him reconsider.

Tag You're It: @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull5914 @firenati0n @judasofsuburbia @thighzp @taste-thewaste @firstprincehornyramblings @priincebutt @emmalostinwonderland @fairflowered @sophie1973 @thinkof-england @seths-rogens & open tag ✨

[firstprincehornyramblings]

WIP'ing this Wed out

yep ya know this banner by now - it means more dragon alex cuz well yeah that's what we're doing lolz (which we're now working on chapter 7 of and somewhere over 36k)

thanks for the tags today @suseagull5914 @jmagnabo92 @eusuntgratie

BIG OPEN TAG TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PLAY (and some other tags down below)

Unbeknownst to the dragon, Henry watches him with the young horses from one of the tower’s narrow windows, hidden behind thick curtains. He tells himself it’s idle curiosity and nothing more. But he cannot seem to look away. This is the first time he’s seen Alex in the human form he didn’t know he had. There is something in the way Alex moves in both his forms, but especially his human one—strength wrapped in softness, wildness tempered by care. His smile is full and genuine when he crouches to scratch behind one of the young horse’s ears. He looks… happy. And somehow, watching him like this, the prince feels an ache low in his chest. Not painful, not unpleasant—just unfamiliar. He’s never seen a dragon play; he’s never imagined one could keep their large form nimble enough to play with young horses. Never thought a creature like that—wings and scales and fire—could also be a man who brushes a horse’s mane and repairs a fence for animals he’s sure most dragons would just eat. And now Henry can’t stop wondering what else there is to Alex. His thoughts trail like smoke—curling, elusive, but persistent. What else is there to the dragon who is not just a friend to horses but beloved by them, whose smile reaches the corners of his eyes, and never once, that Henry has seen, roars just for the sake of it? The question settles as a restless thing in his chest and tugs at his composure. Somehow, this dragon is nudging at the walls he’s built around his heart as if they’re some brittle, easy-to-demolish thing. He’s drawn to him by some thread he can’t see, but the more days he spends here, with him, the more it only feels stronger.

okay tag ur it (in a no-pressure all that jazz way) @adreama-writes @alasse9 @bigswitchenergyy @blueeyedgrlwrites @catdadacd @caterpills @cha-melodius @dezinthecloud @dreamtigress @duchessdepolignaca03 @emmalostinwonderland @faketrex @firstprincehornyramblings @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @freyjaexplores @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @iboatedhere @jafffacakess @judasofsuburbia @kj-bee @les-corps-beaux @lfg1986-2 @lizzie-bennetdarcy @miharaikko @mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @royal-chandler @run-for-chamo-miles @sophie1973 @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow @tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @theprinceandagcd @thinkof-england @typicalopposite @thesleepyskipper @thighzp @tinyarmedtrex @zwiazdziarka

[firstprincehornyramblings]

hmm here have some more lamen bodyguard au as there are 4500 words in the doc now despite me uh. not really intending to finish it and having many things i should be working on instead?

me, a clown: i'll just ramble about some lamen ideas in a doc. i won't actually write it its fine. its just good to flex my writing muscles, that's all.

me, the next day: oh no

i'm thinking ill do some final plotting work on pretty woman au (malex, rnm) after i get my fth projects (hockey rpf) rolling and pick that one back up. i've got an rnm exchange fic to finish too. ill just poke around with whatever i feel like until then i think!

i was chatting with @nologiconlystyles yesterday about an INCREDIBLE lamen fic @onward--upward recced, specifically about this scene where damen puts himself between laurent and his uncle. i had written this bit earlier in the day before i read it and there's a similar vibe despite the situation being VERY different, so i wanted to share this bit <3

Laurent’s on the ground digging through some old files in a drawer, on his knees with his slender arms buried in the ancient cabinet when the regent strides into the office.  Damen scans the regent and then his eyes go to Laurent who looks–trapped. Cornered. Scared. It’s only there for a moment, a flash of fear in his face before he schools his expression and says something bitchy.  Damen stands up, rising to his full height and placing himself in between them. The regent frowns at him. He clearly loathes looking up at Damen, prefers to speak to him from his ridiculous office chair.  “Sir, we weren’t expecting you. Is everything alright?” “I don’t need an appointment to check on my nephew, do I, Damianos?” “Of course not, sir.”  When he looks back at Laurent he’s drawn himself up and schooled his expression. Risen to his feet but placed himself behind his desk. Keeping both the furniture and Damen’s bulk between himself and his uncle. Damen takes a half step back toward the couch, keeping himself between them but opening up their eye line. 

this is so long i love to yap. thank you for the tag yesterday @rewritetheending <3 tagging you back if you have more to share today!

a few more no pressure tags @onthewaytosomewhere @firenati0n @anincompletelist @firstprincehornyramblings @nightshiftabbott @captainjunglegym

+ open tag for anyone with words or any bit of a project to share!

[firstprincehornyramblings]

alright, lets go for it. sentences sunday on a monday. thank you @run-for-chamo-miles and @eusuntgratie for tagging me. i have actually written some so LETS GO

we're still working on the club fic- I don't know what to call it yet. but the fic where Alex and Henry meet in a club, and Henry's a self sufficient femme fatal girl boss who doesn't need a man. And Alex is the loverboy he is, determined to win over stuffy blond. smut under cut yall know the drill.

------------

“I know, you know you’re handsome,” the blond panted. “But I think it’s important you know just how much I agree with that sentiment.” He would occasionally glance at the camera but mostly his eyes stayed down on the photo. “You should know how easy it is for me to get off just looking at your fucking stupidly perfect face. Christ, you’re gorgeous, I can’t believe I get to keep that cock all to myself.” He bounced fast and eager, moaning and whimpering, absolutely making good use of strong thighs. He’d whisper things like, ‘I want your cock so bad, baby’ or ‘you make me so hard’ more out of instinct than anything. The whole show kept a quick pace, up until Henry reached his peak. Once hand giving his own cock a few gentle tugs before he coated the picture of Alex lying on the floor. The audible droplets of moisture meeting paper as Henry came down from it, his cheeks pink and face flushed. Hips slowly rocking in place for a moment before he finally pulled himself off the dildo. For an extra dramatic grand finale, Henry slipped onto his knees once more, leaning down very much like a cat. His forearms resting on the floor as he locked eyes on the camera, licking one stripe over the mess he’d made. He repeated the motion enough for there to be visible white on the tip of his tongue. “I miss you,” the blond whispered after swallowing.

-------------

anyway normal sentences sunday tags cos I guess we're just doing this now??

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @judasofsuburbia

@softboynick @catdadacd @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

@bitbybitwrites @midnight-soulless-system @tailsbeth-writes @percy-jackson-is-sexy-

+ literally anyone else; I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[firstprincehornyramblings]

lots of sentences on a monday bc life is bonkers, i have lamen brainworms, and i got pissed off so i wrote a little bit for the first time in forever instead of doing what i should be doing. wheeeeeee!

thanks for the tags over the past many weeks (tags under the cut)!

my projects with deadlines are things i can't share and i haven't had much time to write or record anyway, so here, have some lamen bodyguard au (not as in THE bodyguard, just damen is A bodyguard hired by the regent to protect laurent. no ulterior motives whatsoever, of course). might not ever do anything with it, but here, have this.

The regent clears his throat. Damen can see him recalibrating. “You come highly recommended, Damianos.”  “Thank you, sir.”  “My nephew is in need of protection. I hear you’re the best.”  “Yes, sir.”  The regent can’t quite cover his smile in time. Damen settles into his body, using half his attention to listen to the regent explain the job and the other half to file away as much information as he can gather about the man from the room and his mannerisms.  The job is fairly straightforward. Laurent, the regent’s nephew, is young and rich and powerful, prone to disobeying his uncle’s orders, and set to inherit the rest of his family’s sizeable fortune in a year. There are all manner of people who might seek to get him out of the way.  “Any specific threats?” Damen asks.  “No. Although there are more than a few powerful men who openly loathe him. Laurent has a bit of a…reputation.”  Damen raises his eyebrow and waits. He doesn’t share the regent’s penchant for theatrics. He prefers a more direct approach.  “Laurent can be a little…icy. And he’s very outspoken.”  “Finding someone annoying and wanting to harm them aren’t quite the same, sir.”  The regent smiles. There’s a twist to it that makes Damen uncomfortable. “You’ll see, I’m sure.”  Damen nods. “Great. Is he here? I need to speak with him, get to know him and his habits so I can start to develop a plan to protect him.”  The regent’s face hardens. “In time. But Damianos, I want to make one thing clear. You work for me, not for Laurent. He has refused protection in the past. He will be difficult to work for, and he will try to keep you from doing your job. You won’t be successful if you fall prey to his whims. You work for me.” His last sentence is deliberate and cold, leaving no room for argument. Damen doesn’t say what he’s thinking, which is that he doesn’t care who signs his check. If the job is to protect Laurent, then it’s Laurent he needs to speak with. The boy is twenty, not fourteen. But he’s intrigued enough not to walk out. Besides, Kastor gave him an idea of what this job might pay. He’d be willing to put up with a little family bullshit for that much money. It isn’t as if he’s unfamiliar.  “Understood.”  “Good. Are we in agreement, then?” “I’ll need to speak with him first. I understand you’re paying the bills but he’s the man I have to protect. I need to speak with him before I sign on.”  The regent makes a noise. “Alright. But please understand, Laurent will not be welcoming. He doesn’t think he needs protection. And he comes off quite… rude.” He sighs. “He has so much potential, I am trying so hard, but he is obstinate. Please. Don’t walk away if he offends you.”  “Don’t worry, sir. I’m not looking for a companion. It’s a job. I need to know him in order to protect him. He doesn’t need to play nice for that.”  The regent studies him. Damen appears to not be quite what he was expecting. 

thank you for the tags over the last many weeks @rewritetheending @onthewaytosomewhere @firenati0n @anincompletelist @firstprincehornyramblings

no pressure tagging a few folks :) @nightshiftabbott @captainjunglegym @onward--upward

+ open tag for anyone with words or any bit of a project to share!