#werewolf alex

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Hello darling dearests. It's late but it's still Sunday, that means it's time for a snippet of Werewolf Alex. :) We are in NSFW territory right now and that means the snippet is below the cut. Also, this fic will be done soon, this is probably my second to last snippet for it. Which means if you aren't usually on my tag list and you want to be tagged once it's done, let me know now. MWAH!

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This time it was Henry who reacted incredibly well to the praise. His own cock twitching where it rested against his stomach; so hard by this point the slight curve had ensured it stayed upward, foreskin pulled back to reveal a shimmering tip. One of his hands moved up, resting on Alex’s ass and giving the rounded form a greedy squeeze. Another twitch of the brunette’s cock in Henry’s mouth was his reward for the act as Alex moaned something like a growl. Saliva coating their skin as it ran down from Henry’s mouth, trailing his chin, neck, and dangerously close to reaching his chest. Now also dampening the dark body hair coating Alex’s balls, each tap of them against Henry’s chin creating equally filthy sounds and visual-if anyone had been able to see. Clumps of dark hair and thick strings of clear connecting Henry’s face and Alex’s balls until the brunette pulled back far enough to break them. It was obscene, and Henry absolutely adored it. He was almost disappointed as Alex pulled back, even if Henry was coughing; catching his breath as he swallowed the lump in the back of his throat. “Need't fuck something else,” Alex panted, his cock giving a bouncing throb in mid-air as he spoke. Skin glazed with saliva and shining in the light of the bedroom. It was incredible just how much of his lower half was damp from Henry’s drooling. “How do you want me?” the blond rasped, using the back of his hand to wipe up his own chin. He hoped that his eyes betrayed exactly how eager he was for whatever else was to come. If the way Alex’s jaw clenched was anything to go by, he was in for a real treat. “Hands and knees,” it was short, husky, and more like an order than a request. Alex moved back, standing up on the mattress effortlessly before bending down to grab Henry’s ankles. He tugged the blond to the middle of the bed and flipped him over in the same fluid way. One hand delivering a hard swat to the other man’s ass before he spoke again, “Gonna mount you like a fuckin’ dam.”

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HEHE

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[firstprincehornyramblings]

Hello, thank you to everyone who tagged me in sentences sunday, I missed that one, but I am here today with werewolf Alex. the boys are getting into the full moon arch, so enjoy some very nsfw talk about that below the cut.

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“It just… feels like my bones are physically trying to crawl out of my body. Does that make sense? Like my insides are itchy,” Alex shuddered while speaking, visible goosebumps appearing over his skin moments afterward, “Everything smells really strong, and everything looks weird; like the color is less vibrant. I’m starving- like all the time, and I just want protein. Stuff is really loud, like I can hear your neighbor at the end of the hall coughing- sounds kinda bad, he should get that checked out. I’m itchy, and I have so much energy I feel like I could run a marathon and not lose my breath. Also, I shaved this morning,” he explained, rubbing his knuckles under what looked like a three-day stubble, “That’s more annoying than a problem though,” he shrugged, “I’m sorry, I know it’s annoying. It is for me too, I know you didn’t sign up for this. I don’t mean to bother you, like you really don’t have to worry. I have done this literally over a hundred times; I’ll be fine, it’s kind of like the flu.” “Oh darling,” Henry cooed, reaching one hand over and gently rubbing Alex’s back, “Sorry,” he whispered, pulling his hand back as he saw the other man jolt in response. “No, I’m sorry,” Alex mumbled, shaking his head, “It’s okay to touch me, I just…” “Yes?” “I’m also…” with a pause, Alex scrunched up his face. Eyes shut tight, brow furrowing as his nose and lips pulled back in a little grimace before he shook his head. His knee was bouncing again, before he placed both hands on the rogue limb to still it, “Sorry,” he managed again, “I would literally fuck anyone willing right now,” he admitted, “Which sounds gross, and it is. But holy shit I need to breed something. And not literally, I’m not ready for kids, but there’s a voice in the back of my head screaming for it? I can almost feel someone’s hips in my palms. Like if I close my eyes, I can imagine how their neck would feel between my teeth, the smell of sex, the heat,” he swallowed hard, shifting in place. “It’s bad, like imagine the realest wet dream you’ve ever had amplified by a thousand? Jerking off doesn’t help, kind of makes it worse, but also so does you touching me, no offense. You’re warm and you’re pretty, and you smell good. And like… I’ve seen you naked, you know? I know what’s under those clothes, and you’re so fucking soft, and pink, and I know you’d be so fucking tight,” he inhaled sharply, eyes closing and seeming utterly unaware of Henry struggling to breathe, “It’s insane to sit this close to you because I can imagine pressing you into… anything, and just fucking the shit out of you. Pinning you down by the back of the neck, I can imagine the sounds you’d make, how fucking tight you’d be around my dick, feeling you clench around me; just how much I’d make you whimper. Till you couldn’t take anymore, till you were fucking aching from me, till you asked me to stop. Not even sure that would be enough… need to feel that tight fucking hole stretch to the shape of my dick so that no one else can ever have you that way aga-” “Alex,” Henry cleared his throat, exhaling hard.

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WOAH huh, hope everyone's into all that

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[firstprincehornyramblings]

It is Still Wednesday, and I am late, but still posting this. <3 Who's ready for another update of werewolf Alex as Henry's giant adopted dog? :)

“Who the fuck are you?!” Henry quite literally yelled, sounding perhaps a bit more on the verge of fainting than he intended. But in his defense, he was so very gay, and this man was so very beautiful. The longer he dared to look, the worse it got. Big deep umber eyes and long dark lashes fluttered as the man simply watched Henry. “Oops.” He half whispered, drawing attention to perfectly plush lips, and that jawline- god help Henry, that jawline. “Oops, does not answer my que… where are my dogs? David? Freddie?” Henry gasped, taking a step back, “If you hurt my babies, I swear to go-” The sound of paws and puppy nails trotting along through the hall cut off Henry’s threat as David broke into a full body wag while running to greet his owner. The blond leaned down, scooping the beagle up in his arms, only slightly put off by how calm and normal David seemed about all this. “Freddie,” Henry called through the house, whistling, making clicking sounds, “Come here, love, come see me, do you want a treat?” he called, not taking his eye off the stranger. “Okay,” the other man sighed, “So this is going to sound fucked up, but it’s me.” “What have you done with my b- what?” Henry snapped, “I’m sorry, what do you mean it’s you? Are you implying that y-” “I am your dog, yes,” the man exhaled, nodding rather morosely as he put down the bag of Doritos and began sucking his fingertips clean of cheese dust. “Also, while we’re on it, what kind of fuck ass name is Freddie? Why couldn’t you just call me Alex? I would have responded to Alex, I would have played fetch to Alex, lots of things. But nooo, you had to get all self-important and change my name.”

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HEHE they're gonna have so much fun. :)

now to tag the crowd who at some point has done these wip things, no pressure, no obligation to interact <3

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites @tailsbeth-writes

@bigassbowlingballhead @bluemarkbennett @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

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

@redlipstickandglitter @eusuntgratie @potato-jem @gayhoediaz

@thesleepyskipper @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @lfg1986-2

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

[wereworld-au]

Also who cursed Alex and what does the person who cursed Alex look like

"I don't know the wolf who cursed me. I don't think it's anyone I know, though I guess I don't know a lot of werewolves. It was in the middle of the night when I got bit so it was pretty dark, it was hard to see. I didn't even know it was a werewolf until.. you know, I started changing"

[wereworld-au]

Alex, would you mind having your fur brushed? I think it’d be rather soothing.

“Sorry.. I think I’d only be comfortable with Pat doing that…”

[wereworld-au]

Some day, he’ll open up. Maybe soon, maybe FAR into the future, but he can’t keep things bottled up forever.

“Some day he might just explode.. I hope I’m not near him when that happens”

[wereworld-au]

I don’t know what he’s been through either… I want to know though, so I can help him too.

“Well it’s not our place to know, especially not when he isn’t ready sharing”

[wereworld-au]

Hey, you trying is more than Tord can do, at least at the moment. That’s not nothing!

“I’m sure he’s trying too. I don’t blame him. I don’t know what he’s been through”