#Pimp Alex

[le01zk00l]

@phewgitoid

i found this weird tape in the woods and this is all it had

[freakybrine]

"Everything Goes According To Plan"

Being fr, this trend is something else- fun to draw Pimped Steve tho

I might actually draw in this style way more, it just looks better than my original. Here a full video :3

[rabiessnow]

Alex winter on David being Marko's pimp

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://spectrumculture.com/2017/07/31/first-come-first-staked-alex-winter-revisits-lost-boys/&ved=2ahUKEwji-Nn_paOHAxWFHEQIHVQ1CcYQFnoECCYQAQ&usg=AOvVaw1EKgrT0fioMhuSjPfEQoDF

[l0vecrim3]

my take on alex hirsch’s human bill

[kurundek]

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ONLINE FINDS FOR THE CURIOUS KINDS -- THE BEGINNING OF THE END IS NIGH.

NOTE: ^So, I'm thinking of retiring these "Tumblr Cover photo" sets next year, but I really haven't made up my mind about it yet. These take up a lot of my time, and I'm thinking of just focusing on singular posts for the foreseeable future.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on more December cover photos, and the third to the last set of the entire year -- and I'll be putting this series to rest two more posts from now.

In this set, I am featuring:

"Spider-Man -- The Todd McFarlane Era" trading card artwork, cover art to the "Ten to Twenty" (1999) single by the SNEAKER PIMPS, the Trendkill Snake from PANTERA's "The Great Southern Trendkill," the Sea-goddess/Sea-witch from "Conan the Barbarian" Vol. 1 #98, a photography piece titled "The Big Valley: Susie and Friends" by Alex Prager, a promotional image for the "Li II" resin sculpture by McFarlane Toys, a 1996 Japanese BJÖRK concert tour poster, and a live shot of Dutch hardcore punk band B.G.K. (BALTHASAR GERARDS KOMMANDO).

Sources: Beckett's Marketplace, Pinterest, Alternative Tentacles, McFarlane Toys, View Comic Online, discogs, Worship Metal, various, etc...

[grierswarehouse]

Let’s talk about Terrace Martin. This weekend, this song played in my shuffle and whatever I was doing before it came on, I was no longer doing it. I love this song and I love this artist. It’s like water. The song is pure but fluid but it also has as slight rasp or a hint of dust on it, y’know. The kicks, and the echoing vocals overtop. Yes please. Now from here, there are so many directions you can go in, which I hope speaks to Terrace’s range. As I go through my liked songs by him, I see that he’s credited on Dinner Party several times, so I feel a little behind the curve on this realization now but.. 🤷🏾

We’re not going to spend too much time here because Terrace Martin is the mainstay of this discussion though. Just listen to this one as a brief intermission/ moment of appreciation/ entr’acte.

I’ll try not to to brain dumb on this one but I need you to relax, assume your most comfortable music consumption setup and tap into this.

Alex Isley? Oooowwwweeee. THESE KICKS. It’s like a chocolate cake. You don’t even have to like chocolate. Lasagna, shyt! It’s all meshes and melts together very well. He knows what he’s doing musically but in a suave fashion. When I listen to this, I think, yes, everyone involved in this grew up with music being heavily rooted in their life. You can hear the generations, again going back to the Nascent post I made. (Go check that out) This song adds a different layer of volume and becomes 2.54 dimensional. If you don’t get what I mean, I’m saying it’s not quite 3D. I’m not tripping, but it’s an added layer of life and volume that the song has.

Now this is where I might loose some people, and that’s okay. But for those that are still with me, where my Donny fans at? Though I think you can appreciate this without being a Donny Hathaway fan, I do thing having taken that pre-requisite, you can appreciate what Terrace has done here. An not only did you write an Ode to Donny, you included his daughter on the same body appreciating both of their talents as individual artists. Check this out.

If you didn’t appreciate what Terrace did with Valdez Off Crenshaw, that’s fine because you may appreciate this one more but buckle up because it’s 11 minutes long.

A percussive Mortal Man remake? OMG. I think I also appreciate it even more too because it’s not one of the more popular songs from ‘To Pimp A Butterfly’

I hope you enjoyed these few songs. Go check out more of Terrace Martin’s discography and come back to let me know how you’re feeeling about it.

[kwaggysshardmindemporium]

So apparently I haven't done any albumposting since the Missy Elliott one so big block incoming strap the fuck in we goin' faaaaast.

Rattlesnakes by Lloyd Cole and the Commotions. This album was pretty forgettable overall. "Are You Ready to be Heartbroken?" was nice enough. Also it makes the twee song "Lloyd, I'm Ready to be Heartbroken" make just so god damn much more sense now. 3/5

Roger the Engineer by The Yardbirds. So forgettable I did, in fact, forget every last note I heard. Does this album actually exist? You tell me! My brain certainly can't confirm! 3/5

To Pimp a Butterfly by Kendrick Lamar. Liked it well enough, didn't love it. Favorite track was "The Blacker the Berry." 4/5

Mama Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J. The title track is the best thing on here and is the only track I remember at all, and that doesn't inspire much because the title track is just pretty good. 3/5

Surfer Rosa by The Pixies. Okay so if there's one thing that listening to all these albums has taught me, one core thing you can take with you and remember, it's that The Pixies kick fucking ass seriously this is the worst album of theirs I've listened to and it's still better than a majority of what else I've heard. 4/5, listen to Bossa Nova first, then Dolittle, THEN this one is the order I'd give for what I've heard.

Chelsea Girl by Nico. This woman's voice is absolutely beautiful, but she just isn't working with good lyrics to sing. 3/5

Honky Tonk Masquerade by Joe Ely. This is one of those albums that if it had found me at a different time in my life I would have loved it forever. As is, eh it's fine I guess. 3/5, best track is "Boxcars."

Autobahn by Kraftwerk. This is the best Kraftwerk album I've heard, which means purely that I didn't despise it I understand that these guys were talented, important and influential but I just flatly hate most of what they made even as I respect that they were game changers who laid the groundwork for basically all music that came after. It was some nice enough background music for my day. 3/5, but like you legit should listen because knowing where the things you like came from is good.

Next by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. The name of the album is "Next" I'm not just saying this band is next up. So uh this album fucks. Literally this album is horny. I loved it. "Gang Bang" is a song I didn't know I needed in my life but is now precious to me. It has kind of the vibe of AC/DC's "Big Balls" if it dropped the tee-hee talking entirely in euphemism tone and instead was just directly about exactly what you think it's about. And I know this album came out not far from the free love hippy era, but it's still kinda crazy to hear something so sex positive and unashamed from before I was born. 5/5

Gentlemen by The Afghan Wigs. This album is boring. I have literally nothing to say about it. 3/5, moving on.

Millions Now Living Will Never Die by Tortoise. Now, this is why we don't judge books by their covers. I saw the super artsy pretentious sounding name. I saw the album saying it was 6 songs and 43 minutes meaning the songs are too god damn long. I saw the first song alone is 20+ minutes. I was super ready to write this off as something music critics like, but no this was fun as hell to listen. The blurb the artist has on Spotify says this is indie rock and for that they are dirty liars. This absolutely isn't rock. It is, however, and absolute fucking *journey.* You should absolutely listen to this. 4/5

Let's Get Killed by David Holmes. It sucks. I will say Dave, we should do that, because then I wouldn't have to listen to more of this. 2/5

Scream, Dracula, Scream by Rocket From the Crypt. This was a lot of fun. It's like somewhere between grunge and heavy metal. And as someone who likes both of those things, I enjoyed this. Two great tastes that taste great together. 4/5

And finally, album #700! Woooooooo. MTV Unplugged in New York by Nirvana. This is one of the big ones. It is just barely not in the top 10 on the website I generate these from. (#11.) There are less than 1% of all 1001 albums that people on average like better, including multiple Beatles, Bowie and Floyd albums. It truly sits among the elite. Is it actually that good...? Yeah no shit it's that good have you heard it? It's great. Nirvana is one of the all time greatest bands, and this album has some of the all time greatest versions of their songs plus some amazing covers. If you haven't heard anything from this album before, first let me welcome you oh successful time traveller from the past even my ass has heard a bunch of these already, and then go listen to it it's fucking great. Obviously 5/5

[adams-fav-roach]

Just a random TLB post

Some things about TLB that are funny/cool to me;

• The real reason David has gloves on except for like 2 scenes is because Kiefer was hurt and it was to hide that. However, David wearing gloves has become such a staple in the fandom.

• Before Jason and Kiefer were even properly introduced, Kiefer went to Jason when it was his birthday (dude just turned 20 at the time) got the knife, cut the cake, but! The cake was a picture of Jason and Kiefer cut his head off for his piece and walked away with it. If that ain't the most David shit I've ever heard.

• David introduces everyone but Laddie.

• Grandpa.

• Michael shouting down "NO!" at Star when she asks if she can come up and talk to him. Then she proceeds to come up anyway and Sam wraps himself in a blanket as a defense.

• The flying nun.

• Edgar asking Allen at the end how much they think they should charge for this (meaning getting rid of the boys, while looking at the Emerson house in shambles).

• How the boys slept through Michael screaming, the Frogs and Sam.

• David dropping from the bridge and Michael screaming DAVIIIID afterwards.

• How Michael stops screaming for a second after he has let go on the bridge, then proceeds to scream again.

• Where the fuck is Laddie when Michael and Star get it on.

• Originally it was meant to be more Peter Pan like with the Lost Boys being like 13 year olds, but good old Joel made them older.

• Kiefer and Jason went out (as in off the set, out in the real world) to lunch with the vamp makeup on.

• Alex playing Marko as if David was his pimp.

• Alex taking care of the Corey's.

• In the prequel script I will never get over the other boys chasing David down a train.

• Anastasia telling David he is leading with the wrong hand.

• Marko being a feral kitten in the hotel and mimicking David in the prequel.

• Marko saying Vald's ring is his.

• Just Marko vibing in the background in the film, smirking. My little chaos gremlin 🖤

• David caught Michael in the book when they jump from the bridge, he most likely flung Michael on his bed like that.

• Star describes Dwayne as awkward in the book.

• Paul and Dwayne being the fun uncles to Laddie.

• Billy panicked because he was told to do something when he jumped down on the bridge, so he did fingerguns.

• The boys prank Max in the book.

• The boys' reactions to seeing Lucy and Max in the video store, especially Paul's little 👌

Please feel free to add your own little tidbits 🖤

[themultifanshipper]

You should write a little thing on all the drivers (maybe even old drivers ) kinks like there most dirtiest kinkiest kinks

Ask and you shall recieve

The freakiest kinks on the grid (and some not on the grid)

Warnings: mention of some relatively hardcore kinks, check tags for included drivers they're not all there

Carlos - overstimulation and multiple orgasms. Not the darkest kink out there but he is obsessed. Never will you come only once, he will always make you come over and over again. He isn't one for quickies, he likes drawing it out and teasing you for hours relentlessly until you're begging him to stop his torment. Whether he does stop or not depends on his mood, and how much of a brat you've been that day.

Alex - He likes to cover you in cum. I don't know why but he gives me the vibes of someone who will always pull out to come on your stomach, thighs, ass, tits... and maybe dip his fingers in to make you suck it off. Maybe even finger it back into you. Idk he just likes cum I can't explain it. Something about claiming you, seeing his cum on your soft skin just makes him feral.

Pierre has a canonically big dick, and a size kink to boot. So he loves that he's on the verge of too big for you. When he can tell the stretch is bordering on pain he gets inexplicably feral, and belly bulges? He will cum early if he looks down to see his cock making a bump. He just loves that he can make you feel so full.

Lando - taking photos/videos. I don't think it's that far from the truth when he says he'd be an onlyfans model. Filthy and artistic? He'll use you as a model and take pictures of you during sex. He has a hard drive full of filthy videos. He'll fill you up and take a picture of his cum dripping out of you, he'll cover you in hickeys and capture the resulting patterns to put in a naughty scrapbook. Also he really likes being pegged, but that does not go in the scrapbook.

Max - shibari. Being tied up and unable to move. Forced to be submissive while you have your way with him. He has those days where he needs to surrender and give you full control of his body. He also loves the process of being tied up, watching you bind him in rope and make all those intricate knots against his skin. He orders rope online, he likes seeing you create different colour combinations and patterns. He's a bit acoustic like that.

Charles - piss kink. I will not elaborate.

Fernando - public sex. But not just public sex. One thing he adores is using one of those remote controlled vibrators on you in public. He's made you come multiple times in front of his friends and colleagues. And none of them have caught on yet, you've had no choice but to become very good at hiding your pleasure.

Oscar - cuckholding. There's something so satisfying to him, watching you get so much pleasure from someone else, then showing you that he can do so much better. His competitive streak comes out and he becomes a beast, fucking you so good you forget all about who fucked you before. He's not against sharing you with his gridmates either, he's certainly not a stranger to threesomes, but he'll hold back and observe. He'll study the other person and how they're making you feel good, then afterwards he'll perfect their technique, making sure he's better than them.

Lewis - consensual non consent, and free use. Anytime he comes home, he's on you in seconds. Sometime's you'll push back, act like you don't want it. But you have a safeword, and if it's used, he stops. As long as the word doesn't leave your lips, he can do anything he wants to you. You can scream, cry, and beg him to stop, but he knows that you want it just as much as he does. There's nothing you love more than him holding you down and having his way with you.

George - Roleplay. And I'm not talking teacher/student. I'm talking more mafia boss, burglar breaking in, pimp with his prostitute etc... the darker stuff that delves into cnc. He'll pretend he's just acquired you, and he has to break you in. Or inspect you. The more degrading for you, the more fun for him. Of course you have a safe word in case you don't like anything he's doing, but you never use it.

Franco - public sex. We know he's had sex in a car, and I wouldn't put it past him to enjoy the public aspect of that. If he's in the mood he'll take you to the bathrooms at an event, or the changing rooms if you're shopping, or in a quiet corner of a park/beach when no one's around. Also BALCONY SEX.

Sebastian - bdsm. That man has a collection. Toys, restraints, he's into pretty much everything, and he'll try anything once. Tying you up, choking, hair pulling, spanking, vibrators, dildos... individually not super kinky, but all together, they paint a pretty depraved picture. Even throw a little bit of roleplay in there and he's in pure heaven.

Kimi R. - Sex in unusual places. Specifically his yacht, his jet, his penthouse balcony, anywhere that is visible and is a symbol of his wealth that he can spoil you with. Maybe he'll rent out your favourite restaurant so he can take you right there on the table. Maybe he pays for an expensive trip somewhere exotic where he can fuck you in front of beautiful scenery. Either way, he's a massive simp for you.

Jenson - Mommy kink. Generally speaking, he'll be on top, singing your praises as he fucks you like there's no tomorrow. But sometimes, just sometimes, he's the one that needs to be praised, to be held and told he's being such a good boy for you. If he's desperate enough, you'll tie him up and make him fuck you from below while you do your best to keep your composure, and tell him he's doing a good job, being so fucking good for mommy. When you do that he comes within seconds.

[velvetwyrme]

got reminded of the pimping vehicles to the bots because of a post about autobot/decepticon trampstamp tattoos that can also be used as bumper stickers. do with that as you will.

https://twitter.com/rammyroe/status/1891550756328632401?t=M1ppaAbF3mzEFLXnr6W2hA&s=19

i domnt have to do anything. the wonderful ol alex milne did that for me in his hot motor oil series-

wait what the fuck

>:0.... okay hang on.

i drew something but im posting it seperately.

[vampyr-charms]

The order I think The Lost Boys were turned in

- David

I don’t know he really just seems like he was the first that was turned, and that could be because he gets the most lines in the movie/book but he just gives off the vibe that he’s been a vampire longer than the others.

- Marko

in any of the scenes where all of the vampires are together, David usually is asking Marko to do some thing and Alex Winter said in like an article that the way that he played the character of Marko is that David was his pimp so yeah. Again in any of the scenes that David needs somebody to do some thing it is always Marko he calls for, so maybe there is a level of trust there since he would be the second oldest, and they have known each other longer.

- Dwayne

unfortunately, Dwayne doesn’t have a lot of lines in the book nor the movie, but he just gives off middle sibling vibes. He’s kind of quiet he keeps him self. He’s the big strong and silent type. and in the book star described him as being awkward.

- Paul

now this one is actually 1000% canon because in the book Star states that before she became a vampire that it was Paul,  and so he was always a lot nicer to her than the rest of the boys because he still had some of his human feelings, and understood what it was like being the newest little sibling. She also states he would always check up on her when he noticed she was upset and always tried to make her laugh.

[bubblegumbarbie33]

The pimp relationship between David and Marko as described by Alex Winter is so interesting because it implies not only that they've fucked raw nasty but ALSO that David uses Marko to fullfil services- meaning that Marko is probably often used as a lure for the boy's 'prey'- MEANING that the little guy is out slutting it up in the streets for the equivalent of a good meal in this essay I will-

[persephone-s-moon]

Hey, I've been getting some comments/messages lately and I'd like to clear some things up

I don't interpret the lost boys vampires as brothers.

The Lost Boys (1987) is commentary on the American dream of the perfect nuclear family and how harmful forcing people into those strict dynamics can be. Because of this, I don't consider the "family" Max has tried to create as a family at all.

The vampires are very clearly close, but the actors themselves have noted that the way they played the characters was not familial, namely Alex Winter stating that he played Marko as if he and David were in a sexual dynamic in which David acted as Marko's pimp. Also, due to the director being a gay man and the movie being created during the height of the AIDS epidemic (you know, when gay people were being left do die due to not fitting oh so nicely into societal standards and expectations, such as the aforementioned "ideal" family dynamic), I believe that removing queerness from the storyline would be 1) strange and 2) unfaithful to the creation of the movie.

The content that I've created of the vampires is not incestuous. I don't care if you personally consider them to be brothers, I don't want to hear about it in the context of the ship art I've made. Just feel free to block me if seeing a differing interpretation of their relationship makes you uncomfortable.

I do not support the creation of incest content, please unfollow me if you do. I've tried to go through and block people that I've seen that do interpret them as both lovers and brothers, but I don't think I've gotten everyone.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

alright peeps here we are it's once again hump day! Thanks to @suseagull5914 & @jmagnabo92 for the tags - let's do this shall we?

first i posted 2 lil silly fics for the ficwip hey, sweetheart even this week if ya wanna check them out (BOTH FIRSTPRINCE EVEN!! ) If you want to know if he loves you so ... (It’s in his kiss) (which some of y'all may recognize bits of from last summer and a couple silly ficlets) & sweet as chocolate (a cute lil professors firstprince fic) & ICYMI last week was groundhog day fic 'Cause you got me, and baby, I got you

okay i'm done pimping my stuff (well the already written stuff now it is time to introduce tumblr land to these 2 fics i'm back digging through and trying to make them put together fics that are gonna start the same and then branch off - they're both version of Alex being hired for Henry by the crown in some capacity AND OF COURSE BENEATH THE CUZ WHAT BETTER WAY TO INTRODUCE Y'ALL TO IT THAN SMUT-ISH WORDS LOLZ

Henry’s voice is barely more than a whisper as his grip on Alex’s waist tightens. “I need this … Alex, I need you right now.” Alex lets the admission hang in the air between them in all its raw and vulnerable honesty. Then he nods, his heart now pounding too, keeping his touch gentle, as he senses that is what Henry really needs. “Then I’m yours, Henry, for as long as you need.” Alex watches in the silence as Henry processes his words and as his expression softens. There is something else there a hint of gratitude, maybe, or possibly relief. Henry leans back on the sofa and pulls Alex with him. Alex sees the tension that’s been holding Henry together all day seem to unravel. His hands slide under Alex’s shirt, moving slowly, deliberately, as if taking his time to really savor the connection between them. Alex doesn’t reign himself in he lets his body respond instinctively, he feels his skin tingle under Henry’s touch. Alex matches Henry’s pace, keeping his movements deliberate, there is no rush. He wants Henry to feel in control and provide him the space to release the emotions Alex imagines he’s been bottling up all day. It feels like hours that they stay in this bubble—exploring each other with slow, languid touches. The light from the fireplace and the quiet of the room wrap around them. Any urgency that might have been in their earlier kisses gives way to something intimate and tender. Alex senses Henry’s need for someone who sees him, not as a prince in this moment but a man who just wants to be held and cared for—understood even.

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[junedenim]

explode behind my eyes

the consequence of public bathrooms

warnings: smut, age gap, facefucking & stuff

word count: 2.5k

It was just a run-in. Two acquaintances at a bar at the same time. At least, that's what you tell yourself. The run-in is planned without actually being planned. The sort of thing where he—Alex, you had learned—tells you as he left your apartment building. If you happen to be there at this time, I might be there.

You had been to the bar before. Might have taken home someone from the bar. It seemed like the natural place to do it. The bar was the fancy kind. The kind where you and your friends batted your eyelashes at a Wall Street guy until they bought you a drink. The atmosphere is gaudy, but you like how the air tastes of leather. It was a taste you couldn't explain but it made sense.

He is there when you arrive, dressed in similar attire as the night before, but this time with his suit jacket on and a black button-down with white stripes. He would blend in with most of the crowd if it wasn't for that buzzed head and dark sunglasses. There was some image to be maintained. A shield of sorts.

You had thought about bringing a friend but now you're glad you didn't. It feels right to assume that you'd fuck tonight. A guy doesn't invite a girl to a bar to dance. Not looking like that anyway. And a girl doesn't come dressed as you do (a mini-skirt that your mother would scream if she saw you in and a perfectly respectable button-down of your own; you look like you're going for a job interview at 1-800-SLEAZY) and not expect a lay.

He already has a drink. Scotch or whiskey or something, you couldn't tell the difference. He leans his arms on the bar and he looks like a pimp. His hand around the glass catches your attention. You aren't someone to be swept away by hands. You aren't a believer in the hand to penis size correlation but the way it wrapped around the low glass gave you a feeling. A good feeling. 

His fingers sweep up the side of it like it swept up the side of you. You are landing yourself in trouble staring too long but he had the eyes of nearly every girl in the bar and you were—you hoped—the only one who had the right of way to approach him.

You step forward and shim through the crowd. There is a space next to him open. A space for you, no doubt. You slide in next to it and place your arm on the bar, leaning your side into it. His head turns and you wish to peer into those brown eyes like the night before. His shades prevented you. He grins so you smirk and bite your lip. "I've arrived," you announce in a hushed tone.

"I see that." His lips lower and he is teasing you with how he is hiding from you.

You look him up and down like you are taking him in for the first time. "Is that so?" You reach up and pluck the sunglasses from his face. His eyes blaze back at you. They are suggestive and he isn't hiding anything from the way he is looking. You slide them onto your face.

"Stealing property from me?" His head is low, at your level. You feel his breath on you as he speaks and it only seems natural to think you might kiss at any moment. It was thrilling. You had forgotten the teasing that can come with this kind of thing. Most men were predictable. Alex was a riddle that played games. Maybe it was an age thing. 

You pout your lips. They're plump and glossy, inciting for a kiss, the kind you would want to dive in for. "You gonna do something about it?"

Right when one would think we would make a move—kiss you, fuck you, take his glasses back—he turns toward the bartender and orders a refill, "Another Old Fashioned please." You roll your eyes and giggle. He is playing a game and he's good. "What would you like? A lemonade? Fruit punch?"

"Ha ha," you say dryly. You turn to the bartender, "Gin & tonic." You wanted a strawberry daiquiri but he'd probably make fun of you for it and you're trying to prove a point. You turn to Alex and say, "On his tab, of course."

"Oh, of course," he sarcastically says. He's cute like a boy playing schoolyard games. "Are you even old enough to drink?"

You roll your eyes, but can't help but smile wider. "Are you implying you would fuck an underaged girl?"

"I never said anything about fucking you." He said this as he was inches from your face. His lips begged for a kiss.

"Just supplying me with alcohol?" Your intentions were clear, his intentions were clear. It was only a matter of time.

"You ordered the alcohol. I was happy to order you a pink lemonade." His hand skims your arm and you thought he might just—

The bartender placed your two drinks down and you both lifted and sipped them quickly. 

Alex placed his empty glass back on the bar, a noise ringing out from the slam. "Bathroom?"

"Yeah."

He was fast, running off before you even had a chance to place your glass down. You rushed after him like a mouse scurrying through a house. He reaches back with a hand and a grin. He pulls you through the crowd to the back, slipping into the bathroom. 

He pushes you through first then locks the door. The bathroom is sleek and looks freshly clean. You wonder if they send a custodian in here between uses. There's enough counterspace to fuck on. You see the only imperfection in the room: stray sands from a line of white dust.

Your eyes are still on the counter when he finally reaches out and smothers you with his lips. He pushes you up against the counter. You wrap your arms around his neck and melt into his touch as you push hard against one another.

Alex pulls at the bottom of your shirt, tugging for you to take the shirt off. You part, crossing your arms over to the ends, and stripping the shirt off. "You want to see my tits?"

His eyes could stare holes through your bra with how intensely he's looking down on them. "Fuck yeah. Thought about seeing them since last night. You know, since you wouldn't let me into your apartment." He reached behind you and fiddled with the hook. You could tell his eyes were looking in the mirror behind you to help him out.

"That's because of my roommate—"

He interrupts, meeting your eyes again, "Like your roommate overhearing would have been less public than having me finger you in the stairwell?"

"Well..." You bite your fingernail, unable to counter.

"Uh-huh." He smirked and took his sunglasses off your face finally making eye contact again. 

His mouth crashes down onto yours once more. You wrap your legs around him as he lifts you up by your hips onto the counter, his hands hot against your skin. He kisses down, mouthing at your neck, then your breasts. 

A rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. His hands shove your skirt up your thighs and his mouth is on yours again. He reaches down and pinches your left nipple and you moan into his mouth—a noise that he eagerly mirrors. From zero to sixty in sixty seconds or less.

He puts the other hand between your legs and rubs you through the lace that separates you, stroking up and down slowly. You throw your head back against the mirror, tilting your face to the ceiling, drowning in the sensation.

You snap back into action and lift your head. "I'm not fucking you in this bathroom."

He was playful and he smirked. "Then, what are we doing in this bathroom?" His fingers played deeper with the lace, moving it aside, exposing your core.

You shove your hands down between you two and cover yourself. He removes his hand and steps away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." It seems like a mood killer. You think he thinks his teasing had gone too far and based on the remorseful look on his face, he fears he misinterpreted your words for teasing remarks.

The space he left between you made it easy for you to slide off the counter and onto your knees. "No, no. I just want to return the favor."

His worry dissolved and morphed into a smirk. "Oh, yeah."

You looked up at him; wide-eyed, wide smile, awaiting to pull open his pants. You reached up and hung your hands off his belt. "Uh-huh," you mocked. You taunt him with the slow nature for which you undo his belt. The metal clangs and he reaches down to slide his tongue between your lips. You suck on it like a lollipop and something about the whole ordeal—whether your lips around the knuckle or the bedroom-gaze eyes you send up at him—pulls a moan out of him. 

You kiss the edge of it and yank his zipper down. You tug on his waistband an inch to free his cock. It stares you in the eye. Long. Girthy. Erected. You kiss the tip as you had done with his thumb. You aim to be seductive as you kiss slowly on his length down to his sack. His breathing is heavy but nothing dismisses from his mouth. It is unpleasant. You want him to beg after he made you beg. You sit back on your feet. "Now?"

"Now?" He questions back. His eyes are wide and his bewildered by the wishy-washy sense of your behavior.

You shrug. "What shall I do now?" 

He chuckles at the innocence you attempt to showcase as if less than 24 hours ago he wasn't fingering you outside your apartment door. As if you aren't on your knees right now. He accepts the bait and reaches out to thread his fingers through the back of your hair. "Now you blow me or I could fuck your tits. Whichever you prefer."

You shake your head insistently. "You will not be fucking my tits. I don't need that all over me."

He slaps your left boob. Not violently, just playfully. He pulls on your nipple, seeming to get filled with pleasure playing with your breasts and watching you squirm. "But they're such beautiful tits."

You stay stern and shake your head. "But that wouldn't be fair to my mouth."

"Oh," he exclaims like it is a big shock. "You want me to fuck your mouth?"

You shrug. "Or I could leave?"

He slowly shakes his head. "No. Not that." He pushes on the back of your head, closer, closer until your mouth wraps around him. He lightens his touch but guides you further down his length. He's delicate and while you're charmed by that—the way this man looks rough and tuggered but he is soft and serene—you'd like for him to take you away. There's no fear in it, maybe because you're trusting of him, but you want him. Deeply.

You pop off him and grab his length, holding the wetness in your hand. "If you want to fuck my mouth then fuck it."

He almost seems shocked by the comment but nothing you say is much of a shock anymore. He compiles, of course. Your lips wrap around him again and he pushes on you, forcing you down on him. Then, he starts thrusting into you. It's hard but not pounding. He touches the back of your throat and the way you almost gag turns you on more than it should. He's moaning roughly. The kind you'll think about when you're alone at night and in need of relief. You crave it, chasing it completely. It's why you allow for your spit to dribble down your cheek.

His hand pulls on her hair, yanking you off of him. He looks ardently down at you—drooled and with fervor. "Do you know how fucking hot you are?" You giggle at his enthusiastic delivery. "Seriously?"

You rub your hand up and down him, which makes him groan lowly. "Your erection gave me that idea." He smirks and pushes you down onto him. It's fast and unforgiving and you love it. He's moaning, which is making you moan. It's copious and charged with desperation on both sides.

"You're so fucking good," he mutters. He has a hold on you and won't let go.

He's close, his hips are erratic and his hands are tightening. Then, there's a knock on the door.

"Aw, fuck," he groans.

You pull away from him and yell, "Someone's in here!" You return your mouth to around him, sucking, wanting him to finish in your mouth.

It is unexpected for someone to yell back, "Yeah, you've been in there for 10 minutes!"

You take yourself off him again to respond. Evidently, you pull back at the wrong time as Alex grunts under his breath and cums on your tits. You try not to have a reaction, but your jaw slacks open in disgust. Alex murmurs a "Shit" and whoever is at the door knocks loudly again.

"Fuck off!" You yell back. You're not sure if it's for the man at the door or the spunk on your chest.

Alex tries to calm himself. His breathing is still heavy and he is leaning on the sink behind you. "I'm sorry."

You sigh. "It's fine. If you could just—" But he's already one step ahead of you, grabbing a paper towel and cleaning his jizz off of you. You smile softly at him. You whisper to him, "Thank you." You notice how delicate he is with you as he carefully rubs your chest.

He helps you stand up and you can't help but be wooed by it in some way. The contrasting ways he operates; shoving his cock down your throat one minute then helping you up with the tug of his hand the next. 

Alex tucks himself back into his pants as you fix your skirt. Your eyes wander around the room until he says, "Looking for this." Your bra dangling from his hand.

You smile as a thank you and he tosses the bra your way. You hook it on and then pull your shirt back on. You both wash your hands, stealing stares and smirking at one another in silence. It's an appealing method for getting both of you fired up again.

When you walk out of the room, he holds his hand on the small of your back, and you can't help but wish he would be tempted to go lower and squeeze your ass. The man outside the bathroom can't comment on two people leaving the one-person bathroom since he enters with a group behind him, all likely heading to do a line. 

From behind you, Alex whispers right next to your ear, "Why are we always getting interrupted?"

You sigh out of disgruntleness. Your core is still hot and heavy. "Maybe because we're always in public or it's your way of telling me you wouldn't last long in bed."

He chuckles lowly into your ear. "We've never done it. How would you know?"

"Well, why don't you take me back to your place?"

He chuckles again. "Yeah, soon. Promise."

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a/n: i'm just going to have bald alex fuck in public spaces for the next like 50 fics because i have too many ideas. he is never fucking in a bed if i can help it.