#sub!alex

I'm new to this whole tumblr thing and it's really blowing my mind seeing how many Alex accounts and fics there are 😭

Also, I want to read every comment you've responded to because it's super super interesting and if it's not too much to ask (👀), could you explain to me your perspective on Alex regarding his sexuality? because I've read a little bit about it and I can't figure it out, probably because it's 4am and I haven't really looked at it

And finally, so I'm not bothering you anymore :/ What are your favorite accounts that write about Alex? for reference

hiii! i can’t think of any humbug al ones, most of my favourites have been deleted :( but you could take a look through my fic rec tag and the other ones i’ll leave on this post for fetus recs and all that.

and as for the thing about his sexuality, i mean, this is obviously not really gonna have any relevance, what i think or what i’m gonna say, cause only he truly knows what’s going on, and i don’t wanna act like i know or my words to be taken as the truth, because i don’t know, and it’s just my view. besides him acting the way he does with miles, which doesn’t look like just regular friendly stuff to me (but that could also be because i’m personally very uncomfortable when it comes to physical stuff, so i wouldn’t be doing any of that shit with my friends anyway), i believe there has at least been some experimentation there, if you get what i mean — non-milex experimentation. you can see it in his lyrics as well from around that time (i mean humbug). but again, that comes from how we as listeners choose to interpret them, cause he’s never really been clear about it. and that was also a long time ago. he’s obviously changed since then as a person, and i think it comes from the way he wants to be perceived (hence the more straightened up version of him we’ve seen lately). i’m not into the crazy crazy theories of PR relationships and all that jazz, but to summarise, in my mind there’s really no way he’s completely straight.

i don’t wanna name favorites, but you can see my comments and recommendations for fics in the tag, like i said above.

unfortunately most of the ones i knew have since been deleted or the blogs have been deactivated all together but i found some:

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Another broken whimper from his lips, his head falling against your shoulder. “We need to get rid of this disobedience,” you tell him. It’s like you’re scolding and soothing him all at once. “Don’t we, sweetheart?”

His grip on your hand tightens, and he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closing — shutting out the world.

He shivers at the words, his body betraying him again with the way it arches into your touch. He wants to say something, to protest, to push you away, but all that comes out is another broken, pitiful whisper: “I’m sorry.”

“Shh…” you murmur, leaning in closer, your breath warm against his temple. “You don’t have to apologise, baby. Not for this.”

He hates how your voice makes him feel, hates how it softens the edges of his shame, makes him feel almost…safe. He doesn’t want to feel safe. He doesn’t deserve it. But then your hand moves again, your fingers pressing into him through the fabric, and he can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel.

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you murmur, “I’ll fuck it out of you. Is that what you want, hm?”

especially FETUS, humbug and AM.

hes pretty when he crys.

Summary— I Headcanon that seasons 2-3 Alex are more sub and baby. In light of that, here’s a little smutty fic about Reader teasing and pleasuring sub!Alex… Alex isn’t allowed to cum, but it’s forced out of her. What will Reader do…?

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on sex, plastic dick riding, overstimulation, begging, discipline, teasing, forced orgasm, praise, degradation, praise kink, degradation kink, ma’am kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“P-please ma’am please—!” Alex desperately mewls as she’s bouncing in your lap on your cock.

“No baby… be a good girl and hold it…” you cooe warily, drinking in all the young blonde’s reactions.

Alex’s head tilts back as she lets out a strangled groan, her body bucking and continuing to grind against your plastic dick. Your hands are holding her hips firm and setting an unrelenting pace for her to be riding you. You lick your lips at the sight of a sweat sheening, tits bouncing Alex Cabot.

“too tight?” you asked him as you were neatly tying the ends of the rope wrapped around his wrists, the decision already made in your head, it wasn’t too tight, even if he said it was, it wouldn’t matter. you still liked to ask, make him feel a little more in control than he actually was, when in reality he was all at your mercy, like he’d been begging to be all night.

this all started because of him, of course. tying him up wasn’t a daily occurrence, but he’d earned it, so to speak. maybe as a punishment, maybe as a reward. perhaps both?

he’d been sticking to you all night long, maybe breaking physical contact with you when he went up to grab a drink, but he tried to do so as little times as possible. he’d spent most of the evening lying on his side on the sofa, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, your neck, your hair, breathing you in and leaving tiny pecks on the patches of naked skin he could reach, soft sounds escaping his mouth every now and then. and this would’ve been fine if it weren’t for the fact that your friends were also in the same room, and having Alex next to you quietly moaning wasn’t really something you wanted given the circumstances in which you were. especially considering how he was making you feel as well, completely blocking whatever conversation was going on, all your focus being on how he was tracing his fingers over your thigh.

he got up at one point, without saying anything, not exactly sure why, since he wasn’t heading for the bathroom but for the bedroom. you excused yourself and followed him, catching up with his lazy pace and grabbing him by the throat the second you were out of the others’ view, alone, hiding from everyone around the corner.

“what are you doing, Aly?” you whispered. his response was just sighing and giving you those irresistible puppy eyes. well, not only that, but also pushing his hips against yours, making you feel the bulge in his trousers against your thigh.

“i’m bored…” he drawled, nudging his face into your neck once more, along with rubbing his growing hard on into you “i want you.”

“i know, you’re so needy, aren’t you? had to put on a show in front of everyone, hm?”

whilst your hands were busy taking up his neck, his own slipped down to his pants, unzipping them and pushing them down so he could feel more, and so you could feel him better too, no doubt already leaking and tainting you, arching his back and pushing into you, letting out a muffled moan at the way the textiles were rubbing against his cock, something you couldn’t yet see, but once you did break eye contact and looked down, you noticed just how much of a tease he was, planning this out all along. he didn't just have his usual boxers or underwear on, no, no, no, your dirty little boy had his lace panties underneath his jeans all night long, and you could even spot the garter leading down to his stockings, the matching set he got for his birthday, for himself that is. he wanted it after seeing how lovely you looked in your lingerie, and as you were exploring more stuff, about each other, and as one, he became more interested in trying something like that out. and you loved it, he looked fucking amazing in it, though he only wore it when he was in a very specific mood, you’ve noticed.