okay kiddies i suppose we should do this huh ... so ... do we want a snippet from the fic i posted yesterday (seeking the (sex) services of a witch - aka witch!Henry) or one of the others i opened since then
alright ... 6 or 7 sentences from witch!henry AND southern philanthropy cuz they're my comfort boys can't help it!!! - if i must lol
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so snips and tags under the cut cuz once again i rambled and it's already long lolz
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witch!henry
They make out on the sofa until Henry loses track of how long they’ve been there. Alex is straddling his thighs, grinding into him as they kiss, still slow and languorous. All of their movements make Henry feel as if he is in honey. Not that it’s a struggle so much as his movements feel gloriously heady with lust, like a blanket over him.
Alex pulls back, and momentarily, Henry fears this is a dream and he will wake to find himself alone. Alex’s words quickly dispel him of that, “Hen, I need you to take me to bed, or I’m going to blow you right here on the couch.”
southern philanthropy 💚💚
“You weren’t there when I woke up, and I was afraid you left.” Liam sees Pez look at the counter, where he has the tray set up and plates out, waiting for food. Pez’s smile grows as he turns back to Liam. “Were you planning to bring me breakfast in bed?”
“Maybe. Is that weird? Now that you say it out loud, I realize it is probably weird for something like this.” Liam turns to the eggs to hide the blush he can feel climbing.
“Oh, I think whatever we want can be normal for this,” Pez whispers from where he’s moved behind Liam, “I’m just glad you didn’t leave.”
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and anyone i've forgotten cuz that list seem short for me but my brain is kinda fried right now so ... yeah
what is this - another fic? yes! but this one was planned for completion this week lolz - it's my @ficwip5k posted!!!
Henry is a young man, as far as anyone can tell, fair of complexion with his flaxen blond hair, and strong of body. Unfortunately, this is not exactly good for business. It frequently means that people seeking out the services of a witch keep bothering the lovely, somewhat goth girl—but maybe just quirky, or even wiccan, Henry isn’t sure, down the street. Instead of coming to him for the services he can provide, lately, he keeps getting these people at his door who are looking for sex.
When he mentions this to June, the somewhat maybe-goth girl, she laughs and tells him, “Henry, that’s because of the newly established sex worker two houses over from you. I’ve been telling you for a while now you need to put a sign up unless, of course, you’re looking for sex now. I have people I can set you up with, plenty of whom would be happy for just a roll in the hay. If that’s what you want, you don’t hafta resort to stealing the business from the couple.”
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🍵 dark n cozy all night spn coffee shop were!alex vamp!hen def need to fuck it out
“Percy Okonjo, the owner of this fine establishment, you happened to stumble in on one of the nights we cater to the beings of the city; of course, that now includes you. Welcome to the club. You can call me Pez.” Alex takes the hand Pez extended toward him and shakes it; he expected it to feel colder; that’s what all the lore said, right, cold to the touch or something like that.
“Why is your hand not cold? I thought it was supposed to be cold.” Alex’s brain catches up with his mouth. “I’m so sorry that was so rude. Please forget I said that.”
🧹 seeking the (sex) services of a witch (so many for this one and so much writing on one i need to get done)
“I think I have a sex curse?”
“I’m sorry, you have a what?”
“I think I’ve been cursed, and it’s affecting my ability to perform sex acts? Even just kissing no longer works for me.”
“I’m afraid to ask, but … in what way?”
Alex tells Henry all about the woman who hit on him repeatedly and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He tells Henry all about the last time it happened and how she seemed to mutter something under her breath about how if he wouldn’t so much as kiss her, he must be waiting for his true love, and the rush of something, maybe it was magic, that rushed over him.
grace! thanks for this one it was popular and got me a bit more done on it - yay!
🧹 seeking the (sex) services of a witch
“Why don’t you tell me now, and we’ll see how forgiving I am?”
Henry can barely keep up as Alex pours out the story. How June starts talking about her new neighbor and Alex sees him a few times when he visits. He talks about the connection he felt but unsure what it was. Alex tells Henry all about the conversation he overhears June having about sex curses and some true love’s curse, and well, how he didn’t mean to take so long to come clean. He never knew how to do it, what words to use to make Henry understand and not mess up everything he thought might be building between them.
(well now you got me really curious with that description!)
🧹 seeking the (sex) services of a witch
(this one also has bits here, here, here, and here for anyone interested)
It’s weeks later, and Alex is at Henry’s every day, taking up space Henry didn’t know was there. It’s uncanny how well Alex has fit into his life. He just wishes he could help him with the reason he came to him; he’s yet to find anything successful. He’s almost afraid to give Alex any more potions or magicked talismans to carry, given the amount of magic that must surround Alex; it’s no wonder Henry feels so comfortable around him. That’s a new revelation that he’s discovered. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt as comfortable with anyone as he does with Alex.
🧹 seeking the (sex) services of a witch (so many for this one and so much writing on one i need to get done)wip
It’s a warm afternoon in August when Henry’s doorbell rings. It hasn’t for a while, but he’s been keeping himself busy with plenty of mail orders and working on a book – a collection of older, no longer used spells and potions that he feels are still very relevant. It’s an odd time for someone to be at his door, and he hopes it’s not another client for the neighbors next door; he’s had fewer of them since they finally put up their sign. This has been ever so good for him, as he has had more than enough of being propositioned by people who are too lazy to go next door when he tells them they have the wrong door, especially the women.
Henry looks through the peephole on his door, and the gentleman standing there nearly takes his breath away. He almost takes back everything he said about not wanting to be propositioned by the neighbor's clients anymore. He steels himself and grabs the doorknob, opening the door to a man even more beautiful than he appeared. Henry’s breath catches in his throat when the gentleman smiles and asks, “Hello, are you Henry? Do I have the right door?” All he can do is nod.
