#it's alex and henry in the flesh

[voidstilesplease]

well, alex is so in love he could die.

[andromedaskies]

Fics need more Pinterest boards. Fics need more collages. Fics need more playlists and character profiles. I'm having the time of my life over here

[yay-depression]

watched the red white & royal blue movie and… eh

good concept poor execution i think

[rynliadon]

the scene in the rwrb movie where alex is on the phone with henry which manifests itself AS henry in the flesh on his bed, but his voice switches from sounding like it’s coming from a human in the room to sounding like a phone speaker as he says “i’m hanging up now” … immersing you in the conversation as alex is immersed in the conversation and the reminder pulls you out of that by changing his voice …. exemplifying the distance between them and how henry feels like he could be both right next to alex and an ocean away ….. that was so fucking cool.

[mxmvoreandstuff]

A Royal Appetite

Alex didn’t think much of it when Henry subtly walked by him with a quiet “Follow me.” It wasn’t unusual for the prince to seek privacy, as his relationship with Alex was still completely unknown to the public. Curiosity mingled in the back of Alex’s mind as he followed the prince down the long, spacious hallway. Henry led them into a lavish private chamber, the door shutting with a loud click. 

“Henry, what is this about?” Alex asked as he took in his surroundings. The room was dimly lit and full of valuable paintings from history. Henry took a step forward, his gaze never leaving Alex’s face. “I can’t hold it back anymore, I crave you, Alex.” He murmured. ”Just being in your proximity makes me famished. I need you, Alex, all of you.”  Before Alex could respond, Henry lunged forward and pulled Alex into a rough, passionate kiss. Alex could feel Henry’s muscular body pressed against him, instantly giving him a massive, raging erection. 

Henry’s hands roamed over Alex’s back, his fingers splaying across the fabric of his shirt before gripping the material and tearing it open. Buttons flew everywhere as Alex’s bare chest was exposed. Henry’s mouth immediately descended onto one of Alex’s pink nipples. He sucked and bit at the sensitive flesh, his wet mouth making wet slop sounds. “Henry…” Alex gasped, his fingers grappling at the prince’s shoulders, “Not here..”

But Henry was beyond reason, consumed by a primal hunger. He lifted Alex effortlessly, wrapping the larger man’s legs around his waist. Alex could feel the hard length of Henry’s cock pressing against his ass, separated only by the thin fabric of his pants. "Henry, please..." Alex whimpered, but his plea was cut off by a moan as Henry captured his lips in another searing kiss. The prince's tongue plundered his mouth, claiming every inch of him. Alex could taste the prince's desperation, feel the way his body trembled with barely restrained hunger.

Henry's hands made quick work of Alex's remaining clothes, tearing them away until Alex lay bare and exposed beneath him. The prince took a moment to admire the sight, his gaze raking over Alex's slender form like a physical caress. Then he was moving again, settling between Alex's spread thighs.

"Such a pretty little thing," Henry purred, his fingers trailing over Alex's hip, his stomach, his chest. "I'm going to devour every inch of you."  Alex shuddered at the promise in Henry's voice, his cock throbbing and leaking against his belly. He knew he should be frightened, but the thought of being consumed by the prince only aroused him more. Henry's fingers dipped between his legs, teasing over his entrance. Alex gasped, his back arching off the bed as Henry circled his hole with a slick, probing finger. "Please, Henry..." Alex begged, not even sure what he was asking for anymore. More, less, he didn't know. All he knew was that he needed Henry like he needed air.

Henry silenced him with another kiss, his finger pushing inside Alex's tight heat. Alex cried out into the prince's mouth, his walls clenching around the invading digit. Henry pumped it in and out, curling it to rub against that special spot inside Alex that made stars explode behind his eyelids.

While Henry fingered him, his other hand reached down to free his own aching cock. It sprang out, long and thick and already dripping with need. Alex's mouth watered at the sight, his hole fluttering around Henry's finger. The prince added a second, then a third, stretching Alex open and preparing him for what was to come.

Henry positioned himself at Alex's entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against his hole. Alex looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes, his chest heaving with each deep breath. Henry's eyes flashed with triumph and hunger as he met Alex's gaze.

"Mine," he growled, before thrusting forward and burying himself to the hilt inside Alex's tight asshole.

Alex screamed, his back bowing off the bed as Henry filled him. The prince set a brutal pace, pounding into him with deep, powerful thrusts. The bed creaked and shook with the force of Henry's movements, the headboard slamming against the wall.

Henry leaned down to capture Alex's lips in a wet kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation. His hips never faltered, driving into Alex again and again. Alex could only hold on for dear life, his nails digging into Henry's shoulders as the prince took his pleasure.

It didn't take long before Henry was groaning, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, brutal slam of his hips, Henry threw his head back with a guttural moan, his body stiffening as his orgasm overtook him. Hot, long thick ropes of cum flooded Alex’s insides, painting his walls white. Alex could feel every pulse of Henry’s release, the prince’s cock throbbing and twitching deep inside him. 

As the last spurts of cum dripped out, Hennry’s eyes glazed over with a new hunger, he pulled out of Alex’s abused hole, a trickle of his seed leaking out to drip down Alex’s thigh. Before Alex could catch his breath, Henry grabbed him again and flipped him over. 

Suddenly, Alex felt a strange sensation. He looked over at Henry to discover his boyfriend’s lips stretching wider and wider, almost comically. 

“Henry, stop! Don’t do this- ah!” Alex’s scream cut off as Henry’s mouth engulfed his head. The prince’s lips stretched to an inhuman size to swallow him whole. Alex could feel himself being pulled in, inch by inch, Henry’s tongue and throat muscles worked together to draw him deeper. He kicked and struggled, but it was no use. Henry was swallowing him down like he was nothing more than a snack.

Within moments, Alex’s chest and waist disappeared past Henry’s lips. Henry’s throat contracted around him, muscles squeezing and rippling as he gulped Alex down. Alex could feel the prince’s heart beating around him, could feel the heat of his stomach surrounding him. It was dark, hot, tight, and insufferable. Henry's belly began to swell and bulge obscenely as he swallowed the last of Alex down. The prince's stomach stretched and expanded, rounding out into a grotesque parody of a pregnant belly. Alex could feel the tight, hot confines of Henry's insides squeezing and churning around him, digesting him from the inside out.

With a final, guttural groan, Henry sealed his lips shut and swallowed hard, gulping down the last of Alex's flailing limbs. He sat back, one hand rubbing the massive, gurgling bulge of his belly while the other pressed against his mouth, wiping away the last traces of Alex's essence.

“Ahhh,” Henry sighed in satisfaction as he patted his belly. He let out a massive, loud belch that shook the entire room to its core. 

“Pardon me,” he said, sounding almost apologetic. "That was quite...filling."

Alex would slowly lose consciousness inside of Henry’s distended stomach; he was now nothing more than food for his lover.

(I'm back, hi!)

[rwrbficrecs]

The Monarch Haven by @redlightsandicedtea (book-verse)

@na-dineee: I found this fic through @lieselsart's wonderful illustration. Alex isn't the First Son, but his parents are high-ranking politicians. Due to serious mental health issues, he lives secluded in Texas, where he runs a mental health refuge for teens— the Monarch Haven. Secluded, until a real prince seeks refuge there. Alex isn't thrilled but still wants to help. What follows is 76k words of slow burn and domesticity! It's beautifully angsty, with a gradual and moving development. A total comfort read !!

Whiteout by HarmonyWhitlock (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Snowboarder Alex and skier Henry almost collide on the slopes, followed by a heated exchange of words. At the end of the day though, they meet at the bar and, well... This story is part of a series which is all about the CMQ-influenced trope 'In every universe'. I got all giddy with every beautiful story I read: So carefully composed and very well crafted, the emotions and attraction swept me away. Hopefully many more to come !!

I Want Candy by @vanillahigh00 (book-verse)

@suseagull04: Alex as a dad and Henry's house being his daughter's first stop on her quest for Halloween candy are the ingredients to this very sweet fic!

Tiempo de Vals by @14carrotghoul (book-verse)

@suseagull04: Authentic Hispanic details (that are always one of my favorite things about this author's writing), a high school AU, and firstprince dancing- what's not to love?

Workin' On My Fitness by bananamilks (book-verse)

@na-dineee: After gushing to Pez about how hot fitness trainer Alex on Instagram is, he is actually indignant when Pez gives him a gift certificate for a training package to reach his (decidedly not) fitness goal: to be able to lift hot men onto countertops. As always, these two have the hots for each other. And the story around it is really sweet, two seconds angsty, also funny, and just delightful.

If U Seek Amy by @14carrotghoul (book-verse)

@dot524: Such a cute and meaningful 5+1 centering on Amy Chen and how she views the different members of the First Family. Love an outsider PoV and the sweet moments in this one.

Adrift by @milowren29 (book-verse)

@read-and-write-: An addicting pacific rim AU. I don't even go here and I fully enjoyed it, packed with action, life-threatening monsters and alex-and-henry typical obliviousness and refusal to talk about their feelings which is y'know, canon. Everyone needs to give an opportunity to this one.

In Plain Sight You Hid by @nontoxic-writes (movie-verse)

@dot524: Ever reflect deeply on why everyone hates Miguel? This story fleshes out what he did to Alex and expands on what happened during that hookup and what it had to do with Henry. This is also a study of Alex’s relationship with Henry and what made it special. An insightful and angsty (and sexy) addition to the movie canon.

the beagle, the ghost, and the wardrobe by @dumbpeachjuice (book-verse)

@suseagull04: I was immediately intrigued by this fic title's Chronicles of Narnia inspiration, and the fic itself didn't disappoint! Ghost Alex, star-crossed lovers- what more could you ask for?

Jump in with your heart first by @dumbpeachjuice (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This is a blind date that, despite a hiccup or two along the way, will make you believe in soulmates!

Foxden Park by @myheartalivewrites (book-verse)

@dot524: Really enjoyed the slow burn of this one as the story unfolded. So many fun scenes - horse riding, canoeing, sneaky rendezvous in the library. An addicting, enjoyable read!

check out our past Monthly Faves here ❤️

[cha-melodius]

I have no idea when I last posted one of these but it's been... a while. Thank you to everyone who never stopped tagging me, even if only because my username was in your tag list and you never took it out. 😅 And thank you to @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @onthewaytosomewhere, and @eusuntgratie who tagged me today!

The subject of this may look familiar, especially if you read this hug ficlet. Yeah, I'm already working on fleshing it out, I couldn't resist my spy boys.

Henry doesn’t watch it all the time, of course. He’s not a stalker. But something about knowing where Alex is makes Henry feel closer to him. It’s a terrible, awful habit, but he gets so little human connection, apart from Bea. The tracker is another little lifeline—one he shouldn’t rely on, but absolutely does. These days, he limits his check-ins to once a week, but sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly lonely, he’ll open up the tracker and just watch it. It’s comforting, knowing that on the other end of this tether, Alex is out there trying to save the world.

Leaving an open tag for anyone who wants to share, but also tagging some more folks under the cut!

@cricketnationrise @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @tintagel-or-cockleshells @firenati0n

@blueeyedgrlwrites @iboatedhere @pippinoftheshire @porcelainmortal @thesleepyskipper

@wolfpup026 @justabigoldnerd @three-drink-amy @kiwiana-writes @faketrex

@orchidscript @14carrotghoul @sparklepocalypse @welcometololaland @indestructibleheart

@myheartalivewrites @ninzied @leaves-of-laurelin @nicijones @mirilyawrites

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for the tags @thighzp & @jmagnabo92!

I'm sharing more of this canon fic, I'll be using @safe-smuttin fest to finish it. Also not in this snippet, but guess who's writing smut again 😇

‘You’re a demon sent to test me.’ ‘If that's so, I think you're losing, sweetheart.’ Alex’s hand drags away from Henry’s waist down to his ass. He kneads the flesh as if it's his own personal stress ball. ‘I’m going to lose the feeling in my arse if you carry on like that.’ Alex rolls his eyes and pushes Henry towards him, squeezing his ass one last time before replacing his hand back to Henry’s waist. Henry can feel Alex’s morning wood, alongside his own. He’s watching Alex adjust himself, figuring out his next move. Henry decides he wants to play just as much. He leans in and inhales Alex’s hair, wrapping a hand around his neck. He presses his lips to Alex’s, soft and slow at first. Alex starts to weave his tongue in and Henry allows it. He lets him taste him, morning breath, last night’s wine and all.

Tag You're It: @onthewaytosomewhere @judasofsuburbia @run-for-chamo-miles @royal-chandler @suseagull5914 @benwvatt @emmalostinwonderland @taste-thewaste @zwiazdziarka @iboatedhere @priincebutt @dizzymisslizzie @miss-minnelli @littlemisskittentoes & open tag 💛

[anincompletelist]

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He can’t stop thinking about the fucking ankle. About what it represents. The sensuality of the muscles and tendons underneath the flesh, begging for the press of his fingerprints, the indention of his teeth, those same ankles crossed and pressed into Alex’s lower back, the sweet symphony of two bodies finding solace and pleasure in one another even if only until morning light breaks through the curtains. He wants to get fucked, basically.

+

[alex enlists henry's help to achieve his goal of sleeping with the biggest guy on campus after coming out as bi.]

E, 45k

read here!

[kiwiana-writes]

NEVER WANT TO LIVE (OR DIE) WITHOUT YOU

by @kiwiana-writes

[rated E; 9,999 words]

Alex Claremont-Diaz is a pretty ordinary guy with a pretty ordinary life. He has a kinda shitty corporate law job, a nice apartment, and an incredibly sexy husband. It's a good life, overall. He's not anticipating any major changes to that life anytime soon. Major changes like, for example, eating some sketchy shellfish during a client lunch meeting and suddenly finding himself undead and with an irresistible craving for human flesh. You know. Hypothetically. (A Santa Clarita Diet AU.)

Part One: Alex | Part Two: Henry | Part Three: Alex

READ NOW ON AO3!

[dizzymisslizzie]

2024 Fic Round Up!

Inspired to do this by @caterpills's post!

Most of my fics were published in 2024! Going back, I realized how much writing I did this year! This is my first foray into writing in fandom and I've found it so soul-enriching.

So here's the list of my 2024 fics! Note: These are all RWRB❤️🤍💙

January

Model Behavior: Model!Alex AU, Words: 67,876

March

New Friend Silver, Old Friends Gold : PWP! Words: 4,683

May

May the Fourth be with You: Post-Canon Fluff!! Words: 1,764

June

Biscuit Land: Single Dad!Alex and Baker!Henry

Looking for Orion: RWRB x Star Trek: TNG AU! Doctor!Alex with cute kids and Commander!Henry. This one is angsty but as always a happy ending! Words: 32,245

July

Fireworks Reflecting on a Lake: Post-Canon Fluff! Words: 812

September

beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh [fic & podfic] by esbielle, LK_42: This is my first collaboration!! Olympic diving AU! Words: 32,431, Podfic 4 hours

October

All, All Mine, Beloved: Omegaverse! Lawyer!Alex and Prince Henry in a rushed marriage. There's plenty of sex but LOTS of plot too!! Words: 69,193

November

Crystal Heart by LK_42 for magicmelinoe: Anywhere with You gift exchange! This story was going to be 3K words and ended up at 34,147!! Witch!Alex and Faerie!Henry quest to find answers to a magical bond.

Say My Name: Ok, this started out quick and dirty and has grown into a second chapter and likely a third at some point! A bathroom stall at a gay bar; Words: 3,964

December

Merry Christmas, Henry Fox: PWP!! Y'all, this is just some hot Writer!Henry and Lawyer!Alex sex. Words: 1,743

I have so many WIPs that I'm playing with! My Camping AU: Wildness & Artifice is very summer themed and the ending needs fleshing out so I think I'll keep that one for the Spring.

BUT! I have at least two more winter themed fics that will be coming out in the next month or so! There's also Gilmore Girls AU and Sugar Daddy Pez in the works!

I love RWRB and the whole MCQ universe. This fandom their books have relit a love of fiction (I read a lot of non-fiction history) in me that I thought was gone. This fandom and their words got me through a tough pregnancy and kept me sane during my first months as a new mom.

The words of the authors of this amazing fandom have made me weep, rage and laugh out loud. Thank you for your words and inspiring me to keep writing mine.

Open no pressure tags!

@miss-minnelli @tailsbeth-writes @firstprincehornyramblings @aforgottennymph @botaboxed @suseagull5914 @onthewaytosomewhere @marz-rm @magicmelinoe @cha-melodius @anincompletelist @fullsunsets @starrypiscesao3

[forever-fixating]

RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Underrated Moment

For @rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie's RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Underrated Moment

Underrated Moment: Alex's immediate "no" when Zahra asked him if it would make any difference if he was asked to not see Henry again

Author's Note: The absolute lack of hesitation in Alex's voice when he answered that question has burrowed into my brain. It's one of my favorite moments. Sure, boys, you're sooooo great at doing casual! There's a little moment inspired by a comment convo I had with @onthewaytosomewhere who made an astute observation about the way Ellen and Zahra talk to Alex, a grown man. Enjoy this little bit of fluff.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind Zahra, Alex and Henry deflated like a couple of balloons. Alex, his mind starting to spiral, looked at his...nope, not ready for that either, Henry and snickered half-heartedly, "Well, now I have a new name to save you under in my phone."

"You're an idiot," Henry said, shaking his head.

They began moving about the room and picking up discarded pieces of clothing. Alex took off his pants to slip on his boxers, not interested in freeballing with a pissed-off Zahra while talking with the press. Fuck, he was going to have to tell his mom about Henry. His bisexuality felt secondary. Not that it wasn't important, but he knew his mom would be okay with that part. But him sleeping with, to borrow Zahra's words, "the heir to the British throne?" During an election year? That part might be a bit harder for her to swallow.

While they got dressed in silence, Alex kept glancing at Henry. His expression was neutral, but that little corner of his mouth told Alex that the blonde's mind was anything but that. Henry sat on the end of the bed, tying his dress shoes. Alex nudged him with his besocked foot and said, "Hey, it's gonna be okay. Don't sweat Zahra. She's all bark, no bite."

Henry smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Alex knelt in front of him and took his hands. Rubbing his thumbs over those smooth knuckles, he said, "Talk to me, baby."

Henry bit his lip, a flash of white sinking into that rosy flesh, before he mumbled, "Did you mean it?"

Alex frowned. "Mean what?"

"When you..." Henry made a noise, a choked little something that made Alex want to comfort him. His eyes were red when he said, "When Zahra asked if it would make a difference if she told you not to see me again...you said no. Did you mean it?"

Oh. Alex stood and sat down next to his transatlantic booty call? sometime lover?, their hands still linked. In that moment, the answer seemed so obvious. While he respected Zahra, he was a grown man now, not a teenager. This was his life and his relationship. If it went down in flames or turned into something more solid, it would be Alex's choice. His mother nor her chief of staff would not make that decision for him.

Alex cupped Henry's cheek and said, "I did."

Alex huffed a laugh when Henry pulled him into a desperate kiss. Henry's hands in his hair and on the small of his back, the little choked moan when Alex parted those plush lips with his tongue...whatever this was, Alex would do anything to keep it.

Unfortunately, even though Alex wanted nothing more than to strip himself and Henry naked for one last tumble in the sheets, he wouldn't put it past Zahra to have a timer set on her phone. He broke their kiss and rubbed his thumb over Henry's spit-slick lips.

"Call me when you get home?"

"I will."

A/N- It's been a hot second since I read the book, but I think at this point, the boys were still operating under the delusion that what they had was casual but mutually exclusive. Silly lads.

Check out this post and join the fun in celebrating the one-year anniversary of our little romcom that could being released!

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Hello everyone! I'm getting a start early, by queueing this post for tomorrow morning, look at me go. Thank you who much to @tailsbeth-writes for the tag <3 I have ... 3 wips again, because I have no self control, so we're doing all of this under the cut, because it's gonna be long, and maybe a lil nsfw <3 LET'S GOOOOOOOO.

------ George Villier's inner dialogue during an Orgy (that's the working title on this, please bare with)

It wasn’t that George had always been this way, but an ascension into power had nurtured his hedonism prone nature. If he was to be blessed with the gift of beauty, he would take all the power and pleasure that came with it. He’d earned it after all, his bed of lovers, his social standing, influence, and wealth. Each a result of unsavory acts; but that made them so much more deserved, did it not? He could have anything he wanted, like a god among men, and so he should be worshipped the same. Though he was more than content with devotion in the form of flesh; he’d certainly used his own body as currency often enough. Even now, anything that wasn’t handed to him willingly, with a brush of lips, or a clandestine slip to knees, could become his. That in itself was testament to all he’d done, that his willing submission was as effective a bargaining tool as his power.

WATERSPORTS FIRSTPRINCE (aka, Alex is funny and Henry has a weak bladder)

“You… think it’s- what?” Henry choked out, “You think it’s hot that I pissed myself in the middle of our kitchen? Is that your idea of a joke?” “I-” the brunette could feel his own cheeks heating up now, “It’s not a joke, I do, I’m sorry, but I do,” he managed after a moment. “Oh,” the blond’s eyes shot straight down to the shorts Alex had on, falling on the visible hardness there, “Oh,” he repeated, but with much more understanding this time. There were still tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall, but he was visibly less mortified, “Alex, that is so disgusting...” “I know, shit baby, I’m s-” “I can get into it.” “What?” “I said, I can get into it,” Henry repeated, “Well, honestly, I could probably get into anything that makes your cock hard, because- well frankly I reap the benefits of that. Would you like to fuck my throat?”

AND A NEW WIP, Hairstylist Henry and his least (read as favorite) Client Alex

“Alright, tilt your head back,” both of Henry’s hands rested on Alex’s temples, carefully moving the other man’s head into the perfect place, “Do you want me to stop under the jawline?” “Whatever you think looks best, sweetheart.” Normally, Henry would hate that, some businessman using a pet name on him. But usually it felt demeaning, when Alex did it, it felt genuine, perhaps that was why he didn't mind it. He would rather accept that than admit it might have something to do with how hot his cheeks felt or how his stomach flip flopped. Instead, he chose to focus on something else, like the familiar but luxurious scent becoming more evident the closer he was to Alex. “Santal 33?” the blond asked, running the trimmers over the other man’s jawline, making careful precise lines that would accentuate the sharp angles there. “Yeah,” impressively, Alex had answered that without much movement of his face; Henry was astonished. “Makes sense.” “What is that supposed to mean?” this time, the brunette moved, but he did have the mind to wait until Henry was running the trimers along his throat with less chance of Alex’s jolt messing up something. “It means you look like someone who has good taste, don’t move.” “You’re worse than a dentist,” Alex grumbled. “Stop moving, christ you’re an absolute menace, I’m going to slice your throat open.” “With an electric trimmer?” “I’m certain if I make enough effort, I just may be able to pull it off,” Henry snapped.

OKAY, that was a long one, if you stuck around thank u I love u. TAG LINE UP!!!!

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[dwell-the-brave]

Six Sentence Sunday - 23/03/25

Coming in hot and tagging @sophie1973 @dezinthecloud @botaboxed @clrmntdzfx

First, from chapter 3 of Tastes Like Heartbreak and Mistakes (but I can't wait)

“I didn’t, though! I… I’m confused,” he admits and Henry hums, soothingly. His hand is still on Alex’s knee, even as Alex has sat up straight, and his thumbs presses slightly into the meat of Alex’s inner thigh. Alex is hyper-aware of Henry’s thumb, and how his own flesh seems to give in to it, gives way to Henry’s, makes space for him. He can’t help himself when he blurts, “I kinda wanna kiss you.”  Henry stills.  “You don’t mean that, Alex,” he says, his thumb pressing hard into Alex’s thigh.

From my RWRB bingo WIP with @botaboxed

“I don’t know about you but I haven’t exchanged handwritten love letters in a while,” Alex grumbled at Henry in reply, and Henry sniffed derisively. “You’re sure there isn’t a name on there?” Alex asked, which was also his third time asking this question. They were taking it in turns to spiral.  “Unless you want me to check under a UV light for invisible writing-?” Henry snarked back and he raised an eyebrow at Alex’s hopeful look. “I’m joking,”  “Does this look like the time for jokes, Fox?” Alex hissed, and David huffed at them in reproach.

And finally, from the Stranger Things, Hopper is actually Steve's Dad WIP that I play in when I need somewhere else to play.

Steve is shivering when Hopper finds him on the jetty overlooking Lovers Lake. The night air is cold and without thinking, Hopper shucks his jacket and drops it over Steve’s shoulders when he gets close enough. Steve jumps but then settles again when Hopper lowers himself onto the rickety planks, groaning with the effort. “Cold tonight,” he says casually and Steve huffs and uses his free hand to gather Hopper’s jacket closer around himself. In his other hand is his nail bat. “What’re you doing out here, kid?” Hopper asks, eyes tracking over the dark water.

That's it til next week! If you're interested in WIP Wednesdays, or just seeing what else I throw out, check me out on Bluesky!

[sophie1973]

Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @onthewaytosomewhere Thank you Mel :)

Here is a little snipper of chapter 4 of "Wait for me (to come home)"

coming this Friday October 18.

Our boys are getting closer and softer.

Alex's soft murmur eventually breaks the silence, "All done." Henry slowly pulls his shirt back on, still facing away from Alex, who gently asks, "Are you alright?" Henry turns around, and his eyes flicker up, meeting Alex's for a heartbeat before surrendering to the pull of intimacy. He leans in, allowing himself to melt into the solid warmth of Alex's chest, nestling his face in the crook of Alex's neck. The familiar, comforting scent of violet, cardamom, coffee, and something uniquely Alex envelops him. Alex's arms encircle Henry, strong and secure yet mindful of his sunburned skin. They form a protective barrier against the outside world, a fortress of flesh and bone. "I've got you, baby," Alex breathes, his words a soft caress against Henry's hair. Henry's eyes flutter closed, letting the words seep into him, reaching deeper than any physical touch could. In the sanctuary of Alex's embrace, the world's weight seems to lift, if only for a moment, and the shadows a bit less daunting, pushed back by the warmth of Alex's presence.

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[cha-melodius]

Hey, hiii! Are you still taking prompts? Am I right that this one didn't come yet:

💖 + firstprince

Your prompt fulfillments have all been lovely and wonderful, superb even, 12/10, absolutely addictive, no notes, chef's kiss. Mwah!

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out (you are right, that one didn't get sent before! sorry for the delay on this, it fought me a bit [no pun intended], but it's also extra long to make up for it. a bit of m-rated smut below the cut. and thank you!! read all the kiss ficlets)

Henry finds him in the training room, slamming his fists too hard into the heavy bag hanging from the ceiling.

“We need to talk about what happened back there,” Henry announces from where he leans in the doorway, loud enough to be heard over the erratic thwack thwack filling the room.

Alex doesn’t so much as glance toward him. “Don’t think we do, actually.”

Unfortunately for him, Henry isn’t willing to let this one go, especially when Alex’s self-destructive streak seems to be still going strong. There’s blood soaking through the wrappings on his knuckles, for Christ’s sake. He doesn’t stop even when Henry crosses over to the bag, so Henry grabs one of his wrists and holds firm.

“What do you want, Henry?” Alex spits, fixing Henry with a hard glare as he tries to twist away.

Henry tightens his grip and tugs him closer. “I want to talk.”

“Well I don’t, so either square up or get the fuck out of my way,” Alex practically growls.

“I’m not going to fight you, Alex,” Henry says flatly. Even if he wasn’t still wearing his office clothes, it’s a stupid idea.

Alex’s eyes flash in a way that Henry knows is nothing but trouble. “You sure about that?”

Henry would reply that he is sure, in fact, except Alex swings a wild hook at him with his free arm, and Henry is forced to block it. Using Henry’s distraction to his advantage, Alex pulls free from his grip and keeps coming, throwing punches and forcing Henry back across the mat until he is, quite frankly, fed up. Henry makes another grab on Alex’s next punch and tries to twist his arm behind his back, but Alex is too quick—he drops his shoulder and throws out a leg, sweeping Henry’s feet out from under him, and the move sends them both tumbling to the floor.

Unfortunately for Alex, though he’s got the speed advantage when upright, Henry’s mass works to his advantage on the ground. Alex tries to squirm out of his grip, but Henry gets a thigh thrown over his hips and succeeds in turning them over so that he’s straddling Alex’s thighs, catching Alex’s other wrist and pinning both wrists to the mat next to his head as he does.

“For fuck’s sake, stop,” Henry snaps, his chest heaving from the exertion.

“Make me,” Alex retorts hotly, defiance flashing in his eyes as he struggles, arching up under Henry’s body, and abruptly a different kind of heat flares in Henry’s gut.

“Alex,” he warns.

A slow grin spreads onto Alex’s face, and he very deliberately shifts against Henry again. “Make me,” he taunts, his voice pitched low, and the last threads of Henry’s tattered restraint give way.

He crashes his lips onto Alex’s in a bruising kiss that’s just as much a battle as the fight that came before it. Alex kisses with all of his teeth and his tongue shoving into Henry’s mouth, and it should be awful but it’s not. The rest of Henry’s breath is stolen away, but he doesn’t care, he’s drawing his own oxygen from Alex’s lungs now. Alex writhes under him, still trying to squirm out of Henry’s grip, and when he finally does his hands go right to Henry’s arse, digging his fingers into the flesh and urging Henry’s hips against his. His stupid little workout shorts do precisely nothing to conceal how turned on he is, and he grinds up desperately against the rapidly tightening region of Henry’s trousers.

“Fuck,” Alex gasps when they part, tipping his head back against the mat and exposing the tempting line of his throat. “More. Fuck, H, I need—”

“I know what you need,” Henry growls against his fluttering pulse, then he shoves a hand into Alex’s shorts and bites down hard on his neck, and Alex keens.

It’s fast and efficient and a little rough—Christ, they don’t have time for finesse, they’re in the bloody training room and anyone could walk in—but Alex clings to him and fucks up just as hard into his fist as Henry leaves a lurid bruise just above his collarbone. Henry knows what he’s doing, and it takes only minutes before Alex is falling apart under him. He calls Henry a fucking motherfucker just before he comes, and then he goes entirely silent as his eyes squeeze closed, his chest heaves, and he spills hotly over Henry’s fist and his own stomach.

Henry works him through it until he’s hissing at the oversensitivity, then wipes his hand on the inside of Alex’s shorts and starts pulling away. That snaps Alex quickly out of his post-orgasmic haze, and he catches Henry by the wrist.

“Wait, what about you?” he asks, looking pointedly down at where Henry’s straining against his trousers.

“I’m fine,” Henry says shortly as he pulls away and stands up. Christ, what he wouldn’t do for Alex’s hands on him, but not—

Not like this.

He clears his throat, shoving all of the too many feelings about what just happened deep, deep down. “Go clean yourself up. We need to talk.”