#Alex turner x f!reader

[rentsturner]

When You've Come Undone - A.T. drabble

a/n: just wanted to post something for yous, its literally just porn without a plot and it's pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it

warnings: afab!reader, smut, lots of smut, grinding, anal, fingering, dom/sub undertones, daddy kink, soft dom!al, a teeny tiny bit of cnc if you squint...squirting, aftercare. I think that's everything...

DON'T ENJOY IT - DON'T READ IT - DON'T COME AT ME

It’s only 9am and already you’re horny. But that’s what happens when you wake up to your boyfriend rutting into you from behind, both of you still half asleep, the air thick with warmth and lust. Alex is hard, rolling his morning wood gently into your ass, pushing in between your cheeks as best he can over your pyjama shorts. They’ll be off soon. 

“Morning, baby.” Alex grunts into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. You twist your head round to peck his lips, giggling as he continues placing kisses on your cheek, your jaw, down your neck until he’s nipping and sucking along your shoulder. 

Within moments your sleep shorts are kicked off, Alex’s boxers thrown onto the floor. You can feel his hardness pressing against you and you practically gush at the feeling. Your thighs are already wet, still sticky from the few rounds that you had last night and fell asleep before you could clean up. 

You roll over to face Alex, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, kissing his lips eagerly as your hand reaches down to stroke his cock lightly. He grunts and squeezes your ass with his large palms as his hips stutter into your touches. 

“Need you now, baby.”

“Please-”

Alex pushes the covers away, tugging your legs apart so he can rub his tip against your heat. You groan and bury your face in his neck, so ready for him.

You’re so wet already, a combination of the night before and the grinding, and Alex is so eager, he pushes forward and-

“Fuck, Al, that’s-”

You yelp as his thick head pushes at your hole - your other hole, the thick ring of muscle twitching at the unexpected intrusion.

“Shit-”

Alex pulls back, pumping himself a few times before lining up with your cunt, but before he pushes in he pauses. He moves back to look at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I want to. Do you?”

“Y-you want to…”

“Fuck your ass.’

Your heart skips a beat - you’ve never considered it, not properly. Not after seeing how big Alex is at least. He barely fits in your pussy, let alone your ass. But you can’t deny how excited the idea gets you. 

“Al, my ass, it’s tight, you won’t-“

“What?” Alex smirks, the insufferable shit, he knows exactly what you mean. He just loves teasing you, loves the pout on your face as he winds you up.

“It’s not gonna fit, Al, you’re too big-“

“Let me worry about that. I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry, just spread your legs for me baby, that’s it, as far as they go.”

He pushes gently against your legs, you bend your knees so you can give him more access and he grins, stroking himself slowly before prodding his tip gently against your ass.

“Yeah?” He quirks a brow at you, his pants coming low and heavy.

You gulp. “Yeah.”

And then you’re whimpering and squeezing your eyes closed as he nudges forward, the pressure building and then a burning pain as the ring of muscle finally gives around his cock.

“Fuck..”

The expletive falling from Alex’s mouth is drawn out and low, practically a groan. You, on the other hand, can’t even form any words, your mouth gaping open, the sensation new and intrusive and unfamiliar and so fucking good - and he’s only put the tip in.

He starts rolling his hips into you as best he can, but its too much for you, you haven’t adjusted yet, and you try to push him away. You push weakly at his shoulders, but it does nothing. Alex just kisses your temple, one hand reaching down to stroke your thigh soothingly.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s gonna hurt a little but-”

“Too much, Al, t-too big, I-” You’re babbling now, your mind going a little fuzzy as all you can think about is the stretch, the deep, deep stretch and red hot head of Alex’s cock pushing into new territory, taking it as his.

“Just a little longer, it’s gonna feel so good, I promise.” 

“P-promise?”

“I promise, baby.” Alex leans down to peck your lips and you taste the saltiness of his sweat, smelling his musk completely surrounding you. Cigarettes and spice and Alex.

“You’re gonna take it, and it’s gonna feel so good-”

“I’ll be a good girl, D-daddy, I will-”

“I know, princess, so good for me, so fucking good.”

His hips are rolling faster now, the slick dripping from your cunt lubing you both up so it's a little easier for him to push in, but it's still a tight fit and he resorts to mostly grinding against you, pushing a little more in with each stroke. Your ears are ringing and you grip onto Alex’s shoulders for dear life. He grabs your legs behind your knees, rolling you over so you’re underneath him and he pushes your legs back as far as he can.

You only whine, sinking your nails onto his shoulder blades as you feel him even deeper inside your guts. Your hole clenches painfully around his thick cock, eliciting a raw groan from Alex. One of his hands is on your neck, pushing you down as he shifts into a comfortable position between your legs. You moan at the new position, the spread of your legs allowing Alex just to push in that little deeper and the stretch is so intense, you’ve never felt anything like it. 

“That’s it, baby, doing so well for daddy, aren’t you?” Alex looks down at you, his hair dishevelled from sleep and dark with sweat, a few strands hanging over his face, his jaw slack as pants escape from his mouth.

“So good, so full, d-daddy, so good-” Your words are cut off as he reaches down to strum at your clit, flicking his thumb over the sensitive nub until you’re seeing stars. You can feel your climax building, your breath coming in short gasps, fingers gripping at Alex’s back, feeling his taunt muscles tense and twist every time he thrusts into you. 

A few tears track down your cheeks from sheer ecstasy, and Alex reaches up to brush them away, his fingers wet with your slick. Actually, everything is soaked - your thighs, Alex’s pubes and crotch, the mattress underneath you. Your poor cunt is painfully empty, clenching around nothing.

“A-Al, Daddy, n-need– I’m a good girl, please-”

“I’ve got you, baby.” It’s like he can read your mind, reaching down once again, this time pushing two fingers roughly into your aching cunt and your hips buck, a silent scream pushing its way out your mouth. 

“That's better, eh? So good, taking me in all of your holes, aren’t you, baby?”

You barely even hear his words, just the tone of his voice, the deep vibrations against your neck, the feel of his wet hair on your cheek, his chest pressing against yours and it's all so hot and thick and you really might pass out.

“Answer me.” The sharp tone snapping you out of your delirium.

“Y-yes, yes, yes.” Once you start you can’t stop, repeating the words like a mantra to the rhythm of Alex’s thrusts. 

His fingers twist, buried deep in your cunt and pressing until Alex can feel his own cock thrusting in and out, separated by his fingers by only a thin sheet of muscle and you scream, the sensation all too much. You feel a gush of wetness, your head so fuzzy that you feel you might just float away. Alex chokes out a groan as you squirt all over him, just adding to the complete wet mess where you're attached. His fingers continue pumping, his cock still hot and heavy inside your asshole and you feel yourself slipping, the edges of your vision going black.

When you come back around, Alex is collapsed on top of you, his whole form shaking with every breath he takes. You card your fingers through his soaked hair, tugging on the strands lightly.

He pushes himself off you so he can look down at you properly, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

“That good, hm? You squirted AND you passed out, I reckon that’s a new record.”

You laugh and push at his shoulder playfully, your ass squeezing tightly around his softening cock and he gasps. 

“Fuck, don’t do that, or I’ll have to pin you down and go again.”

“I wouldn’t complain.” You wink and laugh, stroking your hands up and down his arms, smoothing over his shoulders and feeling the little marks where your nails dug into his skin so hard. 

“That’s plans for tonight sorted then.”

Alex pulls out gently, shuffling down the bed so he can look at your ruined holes. You flinch as his finger traces lightly around your ass hole, massaging the sore skin gently. He grabs a cloth from the bedside table, using it to clean you up, making sure he’s soft and slow with his actions. It’s still overwhelming, still so sensitive from the absolute pounding you just took. You wince and Alex meets your gaze, blinking in apology, before concentrating on cleaning you up again.

“We should probably let your arse hole recover in the meantime. You’re gaping like a fucking fish after this-”

“Shut up.” You pout, pulling him back up to your level so you can cuddle into his chest. “Do you think it will go back to normal?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“...What do you mean ‘maybe’?!”

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[annasfantasies]

Sugar 2

/alex turner x fem!reader

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Credits to the owners of the photos

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PART ONE

Pairing: the car!alex turner x fem!reader

Summery: the cute evening with Al turned into something more

Warnings: age gap (Alex 37 and reader 25), soft!dom Alex, clit play, spanking, praising kink, fingering (f receiving), p in w, fem nicknames (sugar, darling, pretty girl, baby, good girl) choking, ruined orgasm, blow job, unprotected sex, cream pie, aftercare

Word count: 2.2k

ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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"Couldn't stop thinking about you all day, darling."

I yelped as he smacked my ass, the burning sensation swiftly smoothed by the hand. "Alex!"

He chuckled not even bothered by my weight on his shoulder and continued caressing my ass. I huffed at his cockiness but that was quickly replaced by another yelp as his hand landed on me again.

I rolled my eyes and realised we were almost in our bedroom. In that moment I got an idea. I giggled and outstretched my hand. "What-" I interrupted him by my hand landing on his ass. He gasped but suddenly I was thrown on our bed. I looked up at Alex with a smirk on my lips. "What?" I asked innocently and fluttered my lashes on him.  He raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips. I didn't even realise I was biting my bottom lip until he broke the tension in the room.

"Playing innocent?" He titled his head slightly and shifted his weight to one leg.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I smiled at him. I'm playing with fire, he will teach me how to behave later and I can't wait for the lesson.

I raised my leg and rested it right above the tent of his trousers. He looked down and then back at me, few brown locks of his hair fell into his face. Slowly I moved the leg lower and started rubbing against him while holding eye contact with him the whole time.

The fire in his eyes grew and I continued my teasing game. I could feel him harden below my foot but before I could say something about it, he slapped the leg away, bend down and turned my body on the bed. All I could do is gasp. He had already lifted my, well his white button up to reveal my ass covered in baby pink lace panties.

"So naughty, hm?" I could hear the smirk in his husky voice, he stroked my cheeks, kneading them with his big hands. I sucked in a sharp breath, my right asscheek was starting to hurt from the earliest slaps. "I asked you a question, love." He said with another smack against the skin. I made a noise which sounded like something between whine, moan and yelp and nodded. He chuckled and caressed me again. "Words, sugar."

I received another one. "Yes!" I moaned out the so wanted answer.

"Good girl." He praised me causing my walls to clench around nothing, I could feel my panties getting soaked. He leaned down and kissed the red and burning spots. I buried my face into the mattress and sucked a sharp breath in my lungs. "Sensitive, hm?"

"Yes." I whispered and bit my bottom lip. Suddenly he touched the wet spot between my legs with his thumb. I gasped but pushed against his finger. “Please."

He chuckled. "You think you deserve it?" He started slowly rubbing the wetness, moving lower to my clit. That made me whine loudly.

"Please, Alex." I whined again when he added more pressure and started rubbing quick cycles on it.

"Answer." He said firmly. I arched my back and pushed into his hand more.

"I do. I've been waiting for you all day and I made you cookies." I said, every now and then whimpering. I gathered the white sheets beneath me with my hands. "Please."

He chuckled and smacked my left cheek with his free hand. "Well, when you're asking so nicely."

Before I could beg more he pulled my ass in the air and slid my panties down my thighs just above my knees.

I could feel his stare on my bare pussy, the juices leaking down my lags. "Such a pretty view." He whispered lowly. His voice full of lust making me shiver and clench around nothing.

"Alex please." I rub my thighs against each other trying to get some relief.

He chuckled behind me and placed his palms on my asscheeks, squeezing them. I bucked back into his hands and whined.

His fingers slowly slid lower and lower until he was where I wanted and needed him. He spread my fold and I gasped when he blew air onto me. "Alex!"

He laughed again before sliding two finger between my fold, gathering the wetness and pulling away.

I sighted in frustration but was interrupted by a licking sound and Alex humming. "What-" I looked over my shoulder and saw Alex's fingers in his mouth. The walls of my insides clenched around nothing and the wetness ran down my lags yet again.

He looked angelic. His hair messy, eyes closed, lashes touching his rosy cheeks, lips wrapped around the fingers. Pure pleasure written all over his face.

I moaned which made him open his eyes. The eye contact was so intense and full of lust I bit into my bottom lip, Alex's dark eyes drifted to it and before I could say anything he grabbed me by my jaw and kissed me.

It wasn't sweet and cute like when he came home. No. It was want and neediness. I deepened it and opened my mouth, touching his lips by my tongue as a request for him to open his. He did and slid his tongue into my mouth, we fought for dominance, even though we both knew he is going to win.

He pulled away too soon, touching my forehead with his and panting. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath as well but was surprised by the now wet fingers quickly sliding into me.

I gasped and he pulled away, his hand sliding to the back of my head and burring me into the sheets. Alex slowly pulled almost all the way out before shoving into me again and deeper. I moaned his name loudly but was muffled by the sheets as he punched me more into it.

He continued to slide in and out, drawing loud moans and needy whines out of me. He occasionally slowed down to almost stoping making me beg. The room was full of wet sounds, my whines and Alex's praising. The pleasure I was feeling in my whole body started to be too much, the knot in my stomach tightening. "Aly! I'm gonna cum!" I screamed.

He moved his hand and wrapped it around my neck, squeezing me just right. I was almost there but just as I was about to finish he stoped everything and pulled away. My body shook as I groaned, sniffled and screamed, babbling things that weren't making sense. "No, no, no! Alex, please- I-"

He chuckled and smacked my red cheek again.

"You- you said that-"

"That was for the slap you gave me." I heard him stand up rustling with something. "Sit up." He ordered. I pulled my self up onto my knees before turning around and sitting on the edge of our bed. I looked up at him with my best puppy eyes I could do, my cheeks probably red as apples and glossed with tears.

He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek, wiping the tears away. "So pretty." He smiled at me. He pulled down his already unzipped trousers, I helped him pull them down past his knees before sliding my palms back up to his black boxers. I bit my lip when I saw the outline of his cock. I took him out and almost moaned. He was big and thick with a vein going all the way up from the bottom to the pinky head. Even though I saw and took him multiple times it will always make me nervous.

I looked him in the eyes asking for permission. "Go on, pretty girl."

That was all I needed before taking him in my hand. He twitched and the pre cum dripped down his length. I started to stroke him and spreading the wetness, brushing my thumb agains his tip and squeezing him every time nearing it.

Alex was releasing breath groans and small moans. He put his hands at the back of my head and pulled me to him. "Need your mouth." Was all he said.

I smiled at him while holding eye contact and opened my mouth, slowly lowering my head until he was touching me. I took the tip in and sucked onto him. He groaned and pushed ma head until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag. "So warm, baby." He threw his head back moaning out loud my name. "So good."

I started moving my mead, slowly speeding up. I stroke the rest of him that didn’t fit into my mouth, squeezing him and playing with his balls. He pulled onto my hair which made me moan. He started bucking his hips back into me, hitting the back of my throat. He let out more whimpers and praises. There was starting to form a wet patch underneath me and saliva running down my chin.

"Fuck! You're so good, such a good girl." He rasped out, the end of the sentence turned into another high pitched moan. I clenched my thighs trying to get some kind of release.

I felt him twitch agains my tongue meaning he is close. I bumped my head faster and took him even deeper. I don't care I can barely breath, I want him to cum, I want to taste him.

Without another warning the hot drops of his cum shoot into me. The taste and sounds of his the only thing I can focus on. I continued my movements until he stoped me. I released him from my warmth with a pop and saliva connecting us.

He sighed and took my jaw. "Open up." I obeyed and sticked out my tongue covered in the liquid. He smirked and stroked my red cheek. "Swallow." Were his next commands. I did as he said, looking into his eyes the whole time. I opened again to show him, hoping he will reward me. “Good girl.” He nodded and squeezed my cheeks.

“I think you deserve it now.”

I nodded, desperately wanting him inside me already, needing him. “Please.” My voice was hoarse from earlier activities.

He bend down to be face to face with me and took my neck into his hand again. His lips crushed into mine, both of us moaning, our tongues fighting yet again. He pushed me onto my back and got on top of me. My hand flew into his brown locks, pulling onto them.

We moved back until I was resting on the fluffy pillows. Alex squeezed the sides of my neck, drawing a whine out of me. Unfortunately he pulled away and moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, trying to leave new mark. The last ones were already fading.

I gasped when his teeth sank into me. The sensation becoming overpowering but in a pleasing way.

Another gasp left me when I felt the head of his cock sliding between me folds, gathering wetness before going to the entrance. He looked at me silently asking me, I nodded and he finally slid in.

His thickness stretching me out even after I took him countless times. I will never get used to him and I’m loving it. When he was finally in I was feeling full and completed. He waited a minute before pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in and even deeper.

As he was moving and letting his beautiful sounds out into the crook of my neck, I was releasing my on. The room was full of cries of pleasure and wet noises.

“Taking me so well, sugar. So good for me, as always.” He rasped out and kissed me hard, pouring his love into it and I tried my best to return it. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, holding me close.

I started feeling the familiar feeling and pressed him by my legs just above his ass, trying to make him go faster and deeper. He understood and did as I desired, moved his hand between our bodies and touching my center. He started massaging me and before I knew it was tripping over the edge. “I’m cummin-“

“Me too, baby. Me too.” Was all he said before filling me up with loud groan.

He laid on top of me as we panted, trying to catch our breathes and holding each other in our arms.

“You did so good, my love.” He broke the silence and kissed my cheeks and forehead. “I love you.”

I smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “I love you too, handsome.”

He placed a soft kiss on his on my lips before pulling out and getting up. His cum dripping out of me and on the sheets. He disappeared into a bathroom that is connected to the bedroom. I undressed myself completely and when he came back he was holding a wet towel. He got between my legs and cleaned me and then tucked me in the bed, placing another kiss on my face.

He left to clean himself too and came back in new pair of underwear before sliding into the bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me as close as possible and burring his face in my hair.

I hid myself in his chest, letting his warmth and scent swallow me.

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A/N: first time writing smut in English so I hope it’s readable😐 please let me know if you find any mistakes or anything!

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[kanesturner]

Tease

Alex Turner x reader

(Smut) word count: 1.1K

Summary: Alex teases the reader

warnings: kinda smut, swearing, oral sex, f receiving.

p.s: this was meant to be a full smut but I got unmotivated and left it for about a month so I am just gonna post what I've wrote so far. but I am currently writing another. :D

As I opened my eyes the sun beaming through the thin curtains of our bedroom, making me immediately shut my eyes again. After adjusting to the light I turned myself so I was now facing a sleeping Alex.

Light snores being heard, his mouth slightly agape, and a few strands of his hair which was now more longer then before falling over his face. He looked unreal, majestic almost.

I gently traced my finger down his nose, making my way to his perfect lips which I just wanted to kiss forever if that was even possible. My finger gently went to the long strands of hair that was slightly covering his eyes and pushed them behind his ear.

His hand came down on my waist to pull me in closer to him, his eyes still closed. He smothered his head into my chest making me smile. I started stroking his hair, the strands easily going through my fingers.

"Hmmm don't stop." His raspy voice spoke out. I let out a laugh. "Good morning to you too" I said smiling.

He lifted his head up from my chest, his eyes squinting as he adjusted to the light. "Morning handsome" I said admiring all his features. "Good morning darling" He said placing a small peck on my lips.

I turned the other way ready to get out of bed, that's when I felt Alex's hand grab my wrist and pull me back into him. "Where do you think your going?" He smirked. "Al we have that lunch thing with Miles today remember, its at twelve” I said pulling away from his arms slightly.

"Do we have to go?" He huffed. "Yes Alex we do have to go" I spoke rolling my eyes. "Did you just roll your eyes at me" He laughed sarcastically.

"Yes I did" I spoke with a smirk. He suddenly got on top of me grabbing my wrists as well, pinning them above my head. "Naughty naughty girl y/n" He spoke smirking at me.

I tried wiggling out of his grip but couldn't because he had all in the power in this situation. "Please let go al" I whined.

He grabbed my chin harshly pulling my face to his. "I think I need to teach you a lesson darling" He spat, his grip on me getting tighter. "Al we cant right now we have to go out" I let out.

He pulled my face extremely close to his, our lips almost touching, I could feel his warm breath against my skin making me tingle. "Shush darling" He whispered against my lips.

My breathing got heaver. His lustful dark eyes looking into mine making my thighs automatically squeeze together. "Keep them open for me love" He said spreading my legs open again.

All of sudden his lips came smashing into mine, our lips roughly moving against each others. My hands went to his hair pulling at the strands. the moans escaping my mouth and going straight into his causing him to groan.

His hand slid down to my thigh were he teasingly started stroking it. "please al" I moaned out. "What do you want love" He said smirking down at me. His hand now getting closer and closer to my clothed heat.

"Fu-ck please touch me al" I whimpered out.

His lips claimed mine again the kiss being rougher then before. His hand came down on my clothed heat, rubbing my clit through the thin fabric.

"hmmm feel nice love" He spoke against my lips his finger getting faster on my clit. "I need more al p-please" I moaned.

"You need my fingers darling?" He spoke. His finger stopping all movement on my clit. "Yes Alex I need your fingers inside me please" I whined pulling his hair harder making him let out a groan.

I felt his hand go under my panties, his fingers rubbing all my slick through my folds. "Fuck your soaking darling" He groaned out his fingers going to my clit again slowly rubbing it.

The need for him to be inside now coming overwhelming. "A-Alex please" I whimpered out. His fingers started moving off my clit and towards my entrance.

Uncontrollable moans slipping from my mouth. He was so close yet I was so far. His fingers came near my entrance and he teasingly rubbed at it causing me to moan out.

"A-Al pl- oh fuck" His finger slipped inside my cunt I automatically clenched around his finger. He started going faster, his lips coming down to my neck and kissing it.

"Do you want more darling" he whispered against my neck. I nodded yes to him, he slowly inserted another finger stretching me open more. "Your so tight love all for me too" He groaned speeding up his pace.

My moans getting increasingly louder. His fingers feel insatiable with every thrust they did hitting my g-spot. "F-Fuck go faster" I managed to get out.

He went faster hitting my g-spot every time. my moans being the only thing heard.

“you almost there love” He groaned against my neck as he continued to kiss on it.

“Oh f-fuck i am almost there” I whimpered out grabbing onto his hair and slightly pulling it causing him to groan.

His thumb moving to my clit slowly rubbing it, his fingers thrusting into my cunt. The familiar sensation in my stomach, so close to being undone.

Suddenly his movements stopped, the feeling disappearing in seconds. “No fuck please al” I begged gripping his wrist.

“We have to go out remember love” He got up with a big smirk across his face. “Fuck you” I whispered hitting his chest.

He laughed walking into the bathroom closing the door behind him. I laid there for about 5 minutes to get my breath back.

I got up my legs still a bit shaky from before. As i walked to the bathroom i could hear the shower running. Getting in the bathroom and closing the door behind me i started to strip.

Once i was undressed i opened the shower door and there he was. I close ms the shower door and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Hey baby” I said as i kissed up his back. This caused him to turn round so he was now facing me. His hands gripping my waist pulling me in.

His lips came down on mine, the kiss becoming messy and rough, his tongue easily slipping in to my mouth causing me to let out a moan.

He let his hand slip to the back of my head, slightly gripping into my hair pulling me backwards. “Tell me what you want love”. He finally spoke.

“I want you al”. I whispered.

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[tilebytiles]

Star Treatment (Alex Turner x Reader) - Part 4

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: violence, smut (oral - f receiving)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

You sat on the edge of Alex's bed, remaining completely silent and as still as a statue as Alexa and Miles practically tore his room apart, trying to find clothes that would fit you. Although his room looked exactly like yours, his closet and chest of drawers had been tailored to his exact tastes and were filled with entirely different clothes that were all too big and too fancy. You couldn't help but marvel at how many different suits that man had.

"He has joggers," Alexa finally announced, practically yanking a pair of black joggers from one of the drawers. She tossed them onto the bed, careful to not hit you with them, and resumed her search for a suitable top.

Emerging from the closet, Miles groaned. "What kind of sick bastard doesn't even have a comfortable tee to wear?"

"The kind of sick bastard that builds a hotel on the moon," you mumbled, hugging your arms a little tighter against your chest. You'd been in that position for the last fifteen minutes, at least. Your arm was now wrapped up in bandages, and the bleeding had stopped, but there was still a dull ache reverberating from the wounds.

“Fuckin’ finally!” Miles exclaimed, taking a plain white tee from Alexa. He held it out to you, seemingly for approval, and you nodded quickly. You were desperate to get out of your dress; it was pretty, but now it only reminded you of the terrible events that had just unfolded. “I’ll step out.” He handed the shirt back to Alexa. “Just holler if you need me.”

You watched as he opened the door, stepped out, then shut it behind him. You glanced over at Alexa, who gave you the same warm smile she had in the lift. “Can you stand up?” she asked. “Let’s get that damned dress off of you.”

You stood and turned, facing the door as Alexa walked the short distance to you. You felt her hands land on the back of your dress, and you felt one of her rings brush against your back as she began unzipping the dress. Miraculously, you’d been able to get it zipped up on your own before the party, so you knew you could do it yourself; you appreciated the help that you were being offered, though, and you didn’t say a word. When the zipper hit the bottom, you wriggled your way out of the tulle straps that had rested around your shoulders and let the dress hit the floor. You stepped out of the circle of fabric, then turned once more to face Alexa as she passed the white tee over to you.

You got changed relatively quickly, and Alexa even gave you a pair of black socks she’d found in one of the drawers. You thanked her quietly; you’d always been abnormally particular about not letting things touch your feet, and the thought of some hidden particle or crumb being buried in Alex’s carpet for you to find unsettled you. The joggers were a little loose and a little long, but pulling them up to your waist and a tug of the drawstrings did the trick. You even knotted the drawstrings to be sure the joggers wouldn’t come off in the middle of the night.

Not long after you were dressed and sitting on the edge of Alex’s bed again, the door all but swung open to reveal him. He didn’t look as angry as he had before, but it was clear he wasn’t perfectly calm, either. When his eyes landed on you, though, his expression seemed to soften a bit. He quickly looked over at Alexa and nodded once. “Thank you for helping.”

“Girls have to help girls,” she said with a small shrug, smiling at you again. It seemed there’d been an unspoken request in Alex’s words, for within the next few seconds, she was across the room and out the door.

Alex gently shut the door, then turned to look at you again, letting out a heavy sigh. He walked over slowly, his footsteps muffled against the carpet. When he reached you, he sat down beside you, careful to leave a little bit of space between the two of you. He stared down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. His jaw shifted, much as James’ had, but even when its movements ceased, no words came out. You decided to take the initiative. “What happened?”

“I almost beat the fuck out of him,” he mumbled, reaching up to scratch at his chin. He still wouldn’t look at you. “I asked him what you could’ve possibly done to warrant being injured, and at first, he didn’t answer. When I threatened to throw him out of the airlock and let him suffocate, though, he was quick to start talking.” He let out a low, wry chuckle. “He knew his connections and status couldn’t save him out here.”

He finally looked at you, letting his hands rest limply between his legs, which were spread apart- the way they always were, if he didn’t have them neatly crossed. Your own hands were nestled between your thighs. His expression was unreadable, something you found almost painful. “He said you’d rejected him,” he murmured. “He’d tried to be nice, but you weren’t.”

Your heart plummeted into your stomach. You hadn’t anticipated Alex believing him. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammered out, “I wasn’t trying to-”

He shook his head, making you shut up instantly. “I knew he was full of shite.” He visibly hesitated before reaching over and resting his hand on your knee. His touch was light, giving you plenty of room to move your leg if you were uncomfortable; you didn’t, though. You quite liked how borderline comforting his touch felt. “What really happened, Y/N?”

His thumb began to trace small circles against your knee, crumpling up the fabric of his joggers and then smoothing it back out. You took a minute or two to try and find the right words to explain what had happened, and he waited patiently. “I rejected him,” you finally said, “because I wasn’t interested.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Alex’s thumb, and in your periphery, you saw him nod. “Then what happened?”

“He asked if it was because of you.”

His thumb stopped in its tracks. “Me?”

You nodded. There was a lump trying to form in your throat, although you had no idea why. “He asked if he wasn’t good enough for me because I wanted to be with you instead. Then he … he accused me of having sex with you.”

Alex let out a breath, and his hand lifted from your knee, returning to his lap. You could see both of his hands clenching into fists, then relaxing, then clenching again, as if he was trying not to punch something. It continued for what felt like an eternity, but had really been no more than a couple of minutes. When he finally spoke again, his voice was low. “I’m getting him sent back to Earth.”

That wasn’t what you’d anticipated him saying. “What?”

“For my sake and everyone else’s. God knows he’ll probably try to pull that shit with someone else … and if I have to keep seeing his stupid fucking face for the rest of this trip, I’m throwing him outside and letting him die.”

You remained quiet, understanding where Alex’s rage came from. It was a poorly timed feeling, but your stomach fluttered a little at the thought that he was so upset on your behalf. It made you wonder if James was telling the truth. A sigh escaped him, and he turned his head to look at you. “You look exhausted,” he mumbled.

You shrugged. “This isn’t so bad, really. Just an average shift.”

He chuckled and nodded, but then his expression slipped back into one of concern. “You should rest,” he said quietly. “You can sleep here for the night.”

“I really shouldn’t-“

“Y/N.” He gave you a look, then jerked his head in the direction of the rest of his bed. “Rest.” It was less of a suggestion and more of a command, and although you knew sleeping in his room was probably a terrible idea, you were absolutely exhausted. It hadn’t hit you until now; knowing you were finally away from the danger of before, your body came out of fight-or-flight mode and adrenaline was no longer coursing through your veins.

You stood and went around the bed, slipping beneath the covers on the right side. Your head hit the pillow, and you were half tempted to fall asleep right then and there; you didn’t, though. You wanted to talk to Alex for a little longer. He stood from the edge of the bed and approached the window, drawing the curtains shut. He then crossed the room and flicked the light switch, encasing you both in almost complete darkness. You could just barely hear him as he went around the bed to the other side, and you felt the mattress sink beneath his weight as he sat down beside you. He didn’t dare get under the covers with you. Mustering up the courage to say something, you asked, “Why do you wear so many suits?”

You could make out the faint tremble of his body as he silently laughed at your question. “Out of all the things you could ask, that’s what you wanna know?”

“It’s a valid question.”

“I suppose so.” There were two thumps as he kicked his shoes off, then his legs lifted, stretching out in front of him on the bed. “I just like wearing ‘em.”

“No other motives?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “Plus, I mean, I don’t think I should come into work looking like I just rolled out of bed.”

That drew a small laugh from you. “Well, your hair kind of looks the part.”

“I believe it’s fashionable to have messy hair.”

“If Miles had messy hair when he went into work, I don’t know how kindly his boss would take to it.”

“Miles is bald,” he retorted, making you both burst into laughter.

When your laughter died down and you were left in a soothing silence, you could just barely make out Alex turning his head to look down at you. “Go to sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

That comforted you more than words could ever describe.

•••••

“You fucking bitch!” James yelled, lunging for you.

You were back in that accursed dress, and you didn’t know why. You were back in the main lobby, once again a part of the party, except everyone else was gone and it was just you and James. The lobby had become a sparring ring as you ducked and dodged each of James’ jabs; his hands felt more like the claws from crane machines, attempting to mercilessly dig into your skin and pull you closer. Much like the prizes in the machines, though, you evaded him every time.

“James, please!” you shouted. “Let’s talk about this!”

“I fucking knew there was something between you and him. I fucking knew it!”

“Please, just leave me alone!” Your cries fell on deaf ears. As you ran, you stepped on the bottom of your dress and tripped yourself, tumbling to the floor. You tried to scramble back up, but James was already on top of you, straddling you and squeezing your throat. You clawed at him, your nails digging into his flesh, but it did nothing.

Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around your neck, he reached down with the other and pulled a pocketknife from the pocket of his trousers. Your eyes widened in fear, and you let out choked screams as he flicked the blade out, only lifting his hand to drive the cold metal into your throat.

You shot up in Alex’s bed, gasping for air and clawing at your throat, fending off hands that weren’t there. You felt for blood; there was none. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dark room, and a few seconds longer for it to register it had all been a dream. You ran a hand through your hair as your breathing finally began to slow, although you could still feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, threatening to break free of the confines that were your body.

You looked over, expecting to see Alex, but he wasn’t there. Light slipped through the crack beneath the bathroom door, and the levels of anxiety that had been rising at the thought of not even having him for comfort quickly began to lower. You figured all you could do was sit and wait until he returned.

A couple of minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom. Before he turned the light off, you could make out his clothes and realised he was still wearing what he had been before, making you wonder if he planned to change at all that night. Probably not. He looked over at you, and concern immediately coated all of his features at the state you were in. Even in the darkness of his room, he could tell you were pale as a ghost, and despite having calmed down for the most part, he could just barely make out the fear in your eyes.

He walked back over to his side of the bed and sat beside you, not once letting his eyes leave yours. “D’you wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly. You hesitated before shaking your head, and he nodded, not saying anything else.

You both sat in silence, much as you had before you’d fallen asleep, but this one felt much more tense and awkward. The nightmare was (understandably) still gnawing at your mind, and with it, the things James had actually accused you of. Both you and Alex. Keeping your head down and staring at the blanket, you finally asked, “Is what James said about you … true?”

You heard him shift, then sigh. “Is this really what we’re gonna talk about?”

“Alex.”

“Do you want the truth?”

You lifted your head to look at him, and he was staring dead at you. You wondered if he’d looked away at all since he’d sat down. “Yeah,” you answered quietly.

He nodded and let out another sigh, finally turning his head to look away. He stared down at the blanket instead, reaching up and toying with his gold chain. Did he mean to sleep with that, too? “In some ways, yeah, he was right.” That made your heart twist in a way you weren’t used to. Had you wanted him to be right?

“What do you mean?”

“I stare at you. I always go out of my way to speak to you. I invited you here, when you’re not even a journalist. You were just … the girl that took my order. But you’ve always been so much more than that.”

Your face paled for what felt like the millionth time that night. “What?”

“I guess I’m kind of obsessed with you.” His fingers stopped, having tangled themselves up in his chain. “More than kind of,” he finally added. “I’m proper mad for you.”

For a long time, neither of you said anything. Alex remained silent, patiently waiting for your response- and what he expected to be a swift rejection- and you sat there, trying to figure out how to respond. You didn’t want to reject him; not at all. It was easy to reject James because you knew you didn’t feel anything for him, and now you were certain you never would. But … Alex?

If you were being honest with yourself (again, you did so hesitantly), he had been the highlight of every shift since he’d started frequenting the café you worked at. You always looked forward to seeing him, even if your interactions were limited and never crossed the border of politeness. You’d always been intrigued by him, wanting to get your hands on those documents of his and see his mind laid out on paper. Plus, his innate awkwardness was kind of nice, considering you were equally as awkward most of the time. He looked assured, confident, but the moment he started speaking, that seemed to go out the window.

“Your silence is making me nervous,” he mumbled, snapping you out of your internal debate. His fingers had resumed their movements, and if he fidgeted any harder, you were convinced he’d yank his chain off.

You took a moment to respond. “Why me?” was the only thing you could think to say.

He nodded, though, as if to reassure you it was a valid question. But then he said, “Why not you?” His gaze finally found yours again. “You’re always so nice to everyone, even the pricks that don’t deserve it. You’ve got the cutest smile and the sweetest laugh, and when I hear you speak, I’m convinced I’m listening to a congregation of angels.” Slowly, hesitantly, his free hand found yours, his thumb lightly pressing into your palm. “Why not you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Finally, slowly, you asked, “Can we … I don’t know … kiss or something?”

A breathy chuckle escaped him. “Or something?” he echoed, clearly amused.

Your cheeks flared red with embarrassment. “Look, I’ve never done this and I-”

He shut you up with the kiss you’d asked for. His lips were hard, almost desperate, against yours, like a man in the desert finally finding water. His hand slipped from yours and instead curled around the base of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair as he pulled you closer. For a first kiss, you thought this was pretty stellar- no pun intended.

His mouth left yours and forged a warm trail across your jaw, then onto your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and his teeth lightly nipped every so often, as if to keep you on your toes. “You’ve never done this before?” he mumbled against you.

You shuddered at the sensation it gave you and nodded. “Is that bad?”

He planted one last kiss against your neck before lifting his head to look down at you. His expression softened. “Course not. If anything, I like being your first.”

“Why?”

“Because it means no one else has touched you.” He kissed you again, somehow harder than before, and slowly pushed you down onto your back, his desire growing untamable and his mind growing cloudier. His kisses followed the same trail he’d made before, except they didn’t stop there; they moved down to your collarbone, his fingers hooking around the neckline of your tee and tugging it down so he could kiss more of your skin. Your whole body suddenly felt uncomfortably warm, and you knew it wasn’t a matter of temperature.

He readjusted his position so he was on his hands and knees, holding himself up above you. “I need you to tell me if this is okay,” he said quietly. “If you want me to stop, I will in an instant. I’m not going to fulfill my desires at the expense of your comfort.”

“It’s okay,” you said, a little too quickly. You weren’t exactly being coy about how much you wanted whatever he was about to do to you. He could sense your excitement and offered you a small smile, kissing your lips one last time before heading downwards. In the back of your mind, you wondered if it was stupid or crazy (or both) to do something so intimate with the person you’d only just confessed to; at the same time, though, you couldn’t care. Alex Turner, arguably one of the most attractive people you’d ever met, was attracted to you. You were going to ride off of that high and let it cloud your judgment for days.

You were snapped out of the trance you were in by the feeling of him pulling down your joggers. Despite it being dark and making most everything difficult to see, his eyes still widened at the sight of your underwear and the current state it was in. Your cheeks flushed.

His hands crept up to the band of your underwear and tugged, tugged, tugged until it was off of you completely. “Open your legs for me,” he murmured, pushing your legs back so your knees were in the air. You did what you were told, parting your thighs and allowing him to see your center in full. His grip on your thighs tightened a little, and he began to press kisses against your inner thighs, slowly working his way closer and closer. Your hands anxiously crumpled and smoothed out the fabric of your shirt.

After what felt like ages (you were extremely close to telling him to get on with it already), you felt his tongue press against your clit, slowly swiping up and leaving as soon as it had arrived. “Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, ducking his head back down for more. You thought he’d maybe intended to be slow at first, but if he had, that seemed to go way out the window the second he tasted you. His tongue swirled against your clit, lapped eagerly at it, and on more than one occasion, he sucked it into his mouth, making your legs twitch and your thighs clamp around his head, locking him in place. The entire time, you were moaning, and there were points where you thought he was, too.

Rarely did his tongue delve inside of you; he focused the vast majority of his attention on your clit, making you twitch and writhe on his bed. That small voice in the back of your head was still in denial that any of this was even happening; maybe it was all some crazy wet dream. Getting eaten out by the man that visited your café daily and had invited you to the fucking moon was certainly not on your bingo card this year. Still, despite those nagging doubts, the pleasure you felt slowly building up inside of you was all too real.

“Alex,” you whined, “I think I might-”

“I know, princess,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice making your hips buck. “Just relax for me.”

It was as if your body was completely under his command; your thighs did loosen around his head, but it was only momentary, and the second his tongue flicked against your clit from a certain angle, they tensed up again. His fingers began to absentmindedly massage your thighs as his mouth worked wonders on you.

You wondered if he knew you were coming before you knew, because only a few seconds before the final wave of pleasure crashed against you, the speed of his tongue increased. Your hips pressed up against his face, and even with how dark the room already was, your vision was getting darker and you thought you’d black out with how intense your orgasm was. His tongue slowed, but didn’t depart from your center until your hips finally came back down to the mattress and your body stilled.

His head lifted, and you looked at him, feeling utterly exhausted despite not doing a thing. Seeing how tired your orgasm had made you, he just smiled and pressed a kiss to your inner right thigh. “How did I do?”

“Oh my God,” you breathed. He laughed. “Do you think they heard?”

He seemed to genuinely ponder on that for a moment or two before shrugging. “Let’s hope our beloved Mr. Schwartz did.”

“I might be more embarrassed if he did.”

He slowly rose from his bed and walked around, heading for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, “just gonna wash my face.” You wondered if he was reassuring you because of the nightmare you’d had, even if he didn’t know of its contents. This line of thinking was only solidified when he left the door open. You could hear the sink running, as well as the occasional splash.

You forced yourself to pull your underwear and joggers back on, getting comfortable again beneath the blanket. After about a minute, Alex came back out of the bathroom and rejoined you in the bed. He looped his arms around your waist and pulled you snugly against his frame, burying his face into your hair. Without giving it much thought, you shifted to fit better against him, your left cheek pressed against his chest as your right arm draped over his torso. “Thank you,” you finally mumbled.

“For what?” You liked being able to feel his chest rumble beneath you as he spoke.

“For inviting me here.”

His thumb began to rub comforting circles against your back. “You were the first person I thought of,” he said quietly. It was the same thing he’d told you when he’d first invited you. At some point, you fell asleep in his arms, and your heart felt full.

•••••

tags: @elexnorislingtxn / @edandmollydeservebetter / @sagegreensimmr / @not-a-big-slay

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbhc era #arctic monkeys #fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

[cigarettesmokerstar]

Bad dreams ༄☆.˙🍓

Drabble! Smut!

TBH+C!dom!Alex turner x sub!fem!reader

Warnings : cheating! nightmare! insecurities! unprotected sex!

Summary: you have a nightmare that Alex cheats on you. He comforts you and your insecurities. And he fucks you🤭

You walked into the backstage of a venue with the intentions of surprising your boyfriend, Alex who had been on tour for a month now. You missed him terribly, missed his doe eyes, his soft hair, his kisses in the morning when the sun would peak through the windows. In short you missed him tons.

You shuffled through the backstage staff it was 30 minutes before show so you can imagine how busy it would be backstage. You made your way to his dressing room hesitating before grabbing the door handle. You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge… “he’s probably just changing” you said calming your anxiety. You knocked on the door gently

“Al” you said only loud enough for him to hear. You heard rustling on the other side followed by footsteps. He opened the door just enough for you to see him, his hair was a bit messy and his shirt looked like it had been thrown on

“Hey you what’re you doing here?” His tone was suspicious but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions

“I came to see you, now let me in” you said with a smile then pushing on the door trying to force it open

“No babeh I don’t think-“ you managed to push it open enough to see a half naked woman sitting on the small two seater sofa, she was pretty… prettier than you. She had green eyes and black hair that fell onto her shoulders.

You felt your heart shatter. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before a mix of grief, anger, sadness hit you at once overwhelming your mind. Your eyes became foggy and watery, your knees felt as though they were going to buckle…

“fuck” you managed to get out.

You shot up in your bed breathing heavily, eyes watering, “it was just dream” you repeated in your mind. you knew it wasn’t real but you still couldn’t shake the feeling. Alex stirred in his sleep

“babeh?” His voice sleepy and deep making you want to cry.

You inhaled deeply holding back tears and your shaky voice “yeah?”

“You okay?” His hand found it’s way to your waist squeezing it gently

“Yeah, bad dream.” You tried to brush it off like it was nothing but it was the complete opposite

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“You sure?” He was always persistent

“Yeah” You tried to slow your breathing down as best as you could

“Alright..”

“I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick” you made up some fake excuse to get away for a moment, you just needed a minute

“Mm’k goodnight my love” he removed his hand from your waist turning back over on his stomach , gently burying his face in the pillow

You walked to the bathroom carefully shutting the door as quiet as you could in order not to disturb Alex. You sunk down on to the floor letting the rest of your tears flood out, you couldn’t believe you were crying over a stupid dream, you at least spent 20 minutes in there crying and then at some point looking at yourself in the mirror pointing out all your flaws. Alex must have felt that you were missing because about 25 minutes after walking into the bathroom you heard a knock at the door

“Babeh? You okay?” He said in a drowsy worried voice that made you want to cry more

“Uh y-yeah” you failed at holding back your sobs this time, a loud one escaping your lips

“Open the door… please?” Almost sounded like he was begging you couldn’t imagine how worried he was

You opened the door with a shaky hand. Your eyes met his, he immediately grabbed you pulling you close to him you almost collapsed in his arms

“Shh it’s okay I’ve got you..” he rubbed your back in circles

Once your crying had calmed down he brought you over to the sink you sat on the counter while he grabbed tissues, you wiped off the tears staining your face, you felt a bit embarrassed that you had just sobbed over a stupid nightmare

“Now do you wanna tell me what this is really about?” He pulled your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with him

You hesitated but eventually spoke up “I had a bad dream…”

“About what love?” He look at you with those big doe eyes, you couldn’t keep a thing from this man he was your weakness

“You cheated on me” your eyes looked anywhere but at his

“Oh babeh…” he put arms around your waist positioning hisself between your thighs resting his head in the crook of your neck “you know I would never do that right?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck “I know… its stupid that I’m even crying about it”

“It’s not stupid ,doll.” He reassured you

“I just feel like… I’m not pretty enough for you” your voice quivered as the tears threatened to come back

He pulled back slightly looking into your eyes once more “are you serious? You’re beautiful. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole damn world. Shit compared to you I look like a homeless man” he chuckled and so did you

“There we Go Theres that beautiful smile I love” he looked at you with admiration

You sighed “I know you love me and you think I’m beautiful but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way even though I know it’s true..”

His smiled dropped into a frown “Does it not feel that way right now?”

“Yeah..” You mumbled

“Can I make it feel that way?”

That sparked your interest “how so?”

“You’ll see” he said with a sly smirk leaning closer and kissing your lips before moving down to your neck his beard tickling your bare skin made you giggle

“Al..” you said feeling the urge to stop him because honestly he really didn’t have to do this

“Yes babeh?” He looked up, his eyes immediately changing your mind

“Never mind..” he carried on with his kissing then gently suckling on your neck his hands made their way under your shirt toying with your bare breast you hissed at the feeling of his cold hands

“May I?” He motioned to take your shirt off in which you responded with a eager nod. He slipped the thin fabric over your head tossing it to the side. He crouched down slightly bring his mouth to your breast sucking on them, you know it’s going to leave hickeys but you couldn’t care less.

After a few minutes he pulled his mouth away from your sensitive breast.

“Get up.” You were confused at first but then followed his orders standing in front of him. He grabbed your shoulders turning you around to face the bathroom mirror

“Do you see yourself babeh?”

“Mhm” obviously you could see yourself it was a fucking mirror after all

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He hand snaked around you waist

You hesitated.

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He repeated a bit more forcefully

“Mhm” You nodded

“Good girl” his hands moved down from your waist to you hips

You swallowed hard. He gently pulled down your oversized pajama pants

“You see how pretty these breast are?” He cupped your breast “and how pretty these hips are” he squeezed your hips

“Mhm”

“That’s my good girl..” he kissed your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

He pushed the dark red panties you had on down.

“Bend over for me doll.” You obliged your body pressing against the cold marble counters. You heard shuffling behind you. Your eyes rolled back when when he shoved his cock inside you, he gave you a second to adjust to his size, he didn’t have a ten inch cock or nothing but he was a decent size and thick. His thrust started slow one of his hands moved from your hip to chin forcing it up.

“Look at how pretty you look while I fuck you.” You looked up at mirror in front of you you felt a bit silly when you looked at your self but when you looked at Alex behind you, you were turned on more by it.

He tutted “look at yourself doll not me” you adjusted your gaze back to yourself but every once in a while stealing glances at him.

His thrust got faster and harder “you feel so good, princess”

You couldn’t help but moan and whimper his name. Once he hit your g-spot you moaned loudly he took that as cue to hit that spot harder he grunted. “fuck..” he said breathily

“Alex… I-I’m close- “ he cut you off

“I know pretty girl. Cum with me.” His last were thrust were hard and fast, you came hard and he came soon after, cum dripping down your thighs. He pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you up gently and supporting you

“Let’s get you cleaned up beautiful” he smiled then leading you took the shower.

He truly made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

(A/N coming back with a bang. this is my first time writing in a while and my first time writing smut. Please have mercy on me🙏🙏😭😭)

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #x reader

[arabellasbootss]

I know you’ve got the moves

alex turner x reader ( taotu era )

warnings: smut, p in v, oral sex ( f receiving )

word count: 2,635

You had been looking forward to this day for weeks, your best friend recently got you two some tickets to go see The Last Shadow Puppets at your local arena. You had been the one to introduce your friend to their music, and she loved them, but not nearly as much as you did so it was safe to say that you were looking forward to it more than she was.

“Do I look okay?” you turn to ask your friend, you had opted for some black knee high boots, a short black mini skirt and a matching black velvet top, paired with a red leather jacket. “You look amazing, maybe you’ll catch some cute guys attention huh?” she laughs.

You could only smile, *in your dreams* you thought. If anything you thought she had a better chance of finding someone to go home with tonight, she looked terrific as always. You had always felt that way though, like you were just her shadow, nothing more, nothing less.

You and her had arrived just as the opening act was finishing off, and only around 5 minutes afterwards, your friend began shaking you to look, and sure enough Alex Turner and Miles Kane were walking onto the stage, you blushed hard when you saw Alex, you had always had a crush on him, since you first found out about the monkeys. You had a pretty good view of his gorgeous face too, since you were just about at the barricade.

Alex introduced himself and Miles before they started playing the first song, you recognised it straight away, The Age of the Understatement, you danced around for a bit, staring up at Alex as he sang passionately, then, you noticed he was staring straight back at you. Of course, your friend noticed too.

“Holy shit Turner is totally checking you out!” she smacks your arm playfully, you laughed, *no way* you just kept dancing along, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. The gig slowly came to a close. By then you were sure that your mascara and eyeliner was running, you were a mess.

“Wanna go for a drink before we head back?” your friend asks you, dragging you in that direction already, making you feel like you really didn’t have a choice either way, so you complied, nodding your head. You were exhausted after all the screaming, dancing, people pushing you around. If you were being honest you’d rather just go home and relax at that point.

When you arrived at the pub, you headed over and got your usual, vodka and coke. Simple, but it did the job. You looked around for your friend but she was nowhere to be seen, that was until you saw her dancing with some guy. Knowing what she was like, you knew she wasn’t planning on sticking with you at all and would probably wind up home with him doing god knows what.

You sat at the bar miserably, you had a great night, you just wished you weren’t left on your own seeing as it was her idea to drag you two to go get a drink afterwards. You heard a voice behind you. a thick Yorkshire accent booming through your ears, “Anyone sitting ‘ere love?” the voice asked. Shivers ran down your spine, *it couldn’t be*. You turned around, *oh but it could be.* Your heart was doing somersaults inside of you, Alex fucking Turner was standing in front of you for crying out loud.

“Oh um..” You thought about telling him that your friend was here but then thought best not to, after all you didn’t even know if she was or not. “No, nobody’s sitting here” you gave him a small smile. He happily sat down beside you, looking you dead in the eye. “What you got there?” he says just above a whisper, eyeing your drink. “Vodka and coke, it’s my favourite” he smiles at you and scoots closer, “Saw you at the gig y’know? looked like you were having fun” you blush, hard.

“Oh yeah, It was great, you both have a real talent” you say, immediately wanting to kick yourself in the head, way to make yourself sound like a stupid fangirl. Well, you were but that’s not the point. He laughed, noticing your nervousness. You almost felt as if he were a bit cocky, you couldn’t blame him, but still.

“Thank you… so uh what’s your name?” he asks you, you tell him your name and he repeats it softly. You like the way it sounds, the way it rolls off his tongue softly yet with his thick accent. “That’s beautiful, suits you… I’m Al by the way” he mutters at the end, figuring you already knew but he didn’t know for sure, and didn’t want to assume so he shared it with you.

“Nice to meet you Al” you two start talking about everything and nothing, and turns out you both have the exact same taste in music, which sparked an interesting, hour long conversation about it, debating whether Blur or Oasis is better and different songs you both grew up listening to. You felt comfortable around him now, as if you two had known eachother for years. The bartender walked up to you both and explained that the bar was closing soon. You checked the time, 2 AM. Where had all those hours gone?

Sadness filled you as you realised you wouldn’t speak to Alex again, and most likely would never see him again. He looked at you, trying to read your expressions, but nothing, you stared blankly at your hands and got up. “I- uh I was wondering if maybe you wanna come back to my hotel? Nothing weird just so we can keep talking, I think you’re pretty interesting y’know” he almost whispers, not meeting your gaze. No way he was shy?

“I would like that Al, a lot” you give him a warm smile in hopes to calm his nerves. His shoulders dropped, letting the breath he was holding in out. You grabbed his arm, interlinking it with yours as you two walked, feeling a sudden boost in confidence. He laughed softly and grabbed your arm just as tight, never letting go once.

By the time you were both back at the hotel your hands were grasping eachother’s tightly, and your head rested on his shoulder. It was around a 20 minute walk so you got comfortable. You didn’t feel nervous around him at all anymore, you felt like he was your best friend by now. “It’s the third floor darling” he whispers softly as he leads you to the elevator.

Once you were in his room you sat on the bed looking up at him, feeling your nerves slowly creep back up. “Make yourself comfortable, you want summat to drink?” You shake your head no. He sits beside you on the bed, the silence was deafening. *Why was it so awkward now?* you gulped. “So uh.. do you wanna watch a movie maybe?” he asks you, “sure”

You two decide on a movie and he kicks his shoes off, inviting you to do the same. You discard your jacket while you’re at it and get back on the bed beside him. You thought about making a move but figured best not. After all he had a life to get back to soon, and he also probably wasn’t into you like that. Alex scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You felt your cheeks heat up and you snuggled up close to him.

As you both sat in a comfortable silence you started debating whether or not you should just go for it.. it was risky but he was really great and you liked him a lot. Luckily enough he slowly pulled you into him resting your head on his shoulder. He called out your name, to which you lift your head up to look at him.

“Can i do something?” he whispers, a faint pink painting his cheeks. Your heart began racing, praying on everything out there that he was about to do what you had been waiting for all night.

Your wishes indeed came true, once he saw your nod of approval he slowly grabbed your chin to turn your face to his and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft, and he tasted amazing. You never wanted to pull apart.

He slowly pulled away as you two ran out of breath, you began giggling to yourself out of utter nervousness, and he smiled at you before joining in. “Sorry i kind of just sprung that on you I’ve been wanting to do it since the start of the night I just- I dunno you intimidated me a bit”

You couldn’t believe your ears, *you intimidated him? huh?* gaining a new feeling of confidence, you grabbed his face again and kissed him again, slowly tangling your hands in his fluffy hair, scooting yourself to sit in his lap. He seemed to enjoy this as a low whimper left his lips when your hips met.

You bit his lip softly making him whine and you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like heaven, a taste of alcohol and cigarettes on his lips but you loved it. Alex started to get riled up the more you two made out, pushing his hips into yours for a moment before pulling back and apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that I just-“ you cut him off by kissing him roughly and grinding down onto him harder than he did before. “fuck” he pants as you continue your movements. “Are you sure you wanna keep going?” he whispers and you nod, “Only if I’m in control” you smirk at him and he nods quickly.

He wasn’t used to not being the one in control but he thought it was so hot that you had openly said that to him, and he also wanted to know what it would be like. You had no idea what had taken over you, only a few hours ago you were petrified at even speaking to this man and now you wanted to fuck him.

“You wanna make me feel good first hm?” you say quietly. Alex urgently flips you over and kisses your neck roughly, definitely leaving marks. He slowly moves himself downwards, taking off items of clothing as he went. Once he was done he sat up and admired your body.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous” he blushed at your naked body lying before him, hair sprawled over the pillow. You had to admit, it did make you nervous that The Alex Turner was saying all this to you but you still wanted to be in control.

“Cmon puppy, i know you wanna make me feel good” He blushes at that, and spreads your thighs apart. blushing wildly at the sight before him. Placing kisses on your inner thighs, you shiver at the feeling.

“Oh my God” you moan as he places a sloppy kiss on your clit before sucking it in his mouth. He slowly starts kitten licking you from your entrance to your clit and then stopping to lap up your wetness.

“Taste so good princess” he mumbles before licking you again. After a couple of minutes he brings his fingers to your entrance, pushing them in and curling them upwards. You squeal at the sensation of his hot tongue and nose brushing your clit as his fingers work you too.

He seems happy with your reaction and hums into your pussy as you pull his hair roughly. After a few minutes of his face buried between your thighs you feel the knot in your stomach come loose.

“Alex oh my god” you whimpered and moaned while he made sure to drink up every tiny bit of your sweetness, before climbing back on top of you and kissing you sweetly. “Best pussy ever” he whispers into your ear, you almost laughed at his attempt at dirty talk but it still worked, making you feel ready again.

You flip him over so you’re back on top and unbutton his shirt and pants, sliding them off. He grabs at your breasts, staring at them. “Eyes up here Al, and paws off puppy” you slap his hand away making him apologise profusely.

“Want me to ride you baby?” you hold his face in your hands, staring into his doe eyes. “Please…” he whispers in response.

“C’mon you can beg better than that can’t you?” you smirk at him as he cheeks turn rosy. “Please want you to ride me so bad momma I need it please” *Momma?* you thought to yourself, *why did that turn you on so much?*

You palmed him roughly through his boxers, he was fucking huge. A small moan falls from his lips as you take his cock out from his boxers. Your mouth salivated as you stroked him slowly. Painfully slow.

“Please don’t tease me” he says under his breath. “You ready?” he nods furiously in response and you align him with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him and bite your lip to try not to wince at how much he stretched you out.

“Fuck you feel perfect, like heaven” he groans once you’re fully sinked down. Slowly, you began to move up and down on him, locking your eyes with him the entire time. The room was filled with filthy sounds; your hips slamming together, the dirty noises spilling from both of your mouths and the sound of your wetness sliding up and down his cock.

“Alex you’re so big puppy, love it so much” you praise him as he whimpers and whines. “Not gonna last long baby” he chokes out and you begin to grind back and forth and up and down even faster. “You wanna cum for me hm? you’re gonna have to wait for me” you moan as he grabs your breasts and starts kissing and licking them.

Not long after, you felt the knot in your stomach ready to become undone. “Al baby you gonna cum for me?” you pant out as he nods eagerly. You grip his shoulders and moan loudly into his ear, biting the skin under it to muffle your noises. He whimpers as he fills you up, holding you tightly.

“Oh my god” you pant as you come down from your high, holding his face in your hands, you kiss all over his face and slowly get off of his lap lying down next to him. You feel your shyness creeping back up as you pull the blanket over yourself and him. Alex wraps his arms around your waist pulling you so you lay on his chest.

“That were fuckin’ amazing darling” he whispers before kissing your head, stroking your arm up and down softly. “Yeah it was” you laugh quietly looking up at him. “I’ll leave in a minute just give me a sec” you say.

Alex looks at you, puzzled. “I- um, if you want to leave then do but I was kinda hoping you’d spend the night I dunno..” he trails off and you smile at him, “Okay”, “Okay?” he asks and you nod putting your head back onto his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Can I take you out tomorrow? I was thinking lunch maybe” he asks. You think about it for a second before agreeing. “I’d like that Al, a lot” He grins to himself before slowly drifting off, you hear his quiet snores and heartbeat in your ear.

You couldn’t be more surprised at how the night had went but you were happy to fall asleep beside Alex, thinking about how tomorrow would go.

this isn’t proof read at all and also my first time writing in years so sorry if it’s awful 😭

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last updated: 05/01/2024

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Matty Healy

Chicken Shop Date 

Matty Healy x Reader (f) | You and your best friend Amelia came up with a very simple idea of taking celebrities on awkward chicken shop dates, and somehow, it’s managed to become both of your jobs. In the past, you’ve found sitting across from some of the biggest stars on the planet and eating chicken nuggets easy. But then Amelia manages to score you a date with the man who you’ve been obsessed with since you were nineteen; Matty Healy.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | 

Instagram AU |

Be My Mistake 

Matty Healy x Reader (f) | Under the influence, Matty makes one of his biggest mistakes which ends up with him losing you. And now there’s nothing more to do, other than deal with the heartache and pick up the pieces.

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You Go To My Head

Matty Healy x Reader (f) | The plans that Matty has arranged for you to celebrate your first Valentine's Day together are out the window when he becomes ill, but staying in to take care of him doesn't mean the day is ruined. And you assure him of it by saying those words he hasn't heard you say before.

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Alex Turner

Constant Repeat 

Alex Turner x Original Character (f) | Having worked at Focus Creeps for a year, Ella knows that as a production assistant and part of the crew, there’s one important rule: don’t interact with the talent unless it’s needed. But once she meets Arctic Monkeys, and the recording of the music videos for their upcoming fourth studio album starts, the band seem to become her exception. Not only because they treat her more like a friend than just someone else they’re working with but when Alex continuously makes her blush with his flirting, so enthralled by her that he forgets he’s got a girlfriend, Ella finds herself growing closer to him. As videos are filmed, wrapped and edited, the friendship lines become blurry. Situations unfold, secrets are told and others are kept under lock and key, but how long can Alex and Ella endure being stuck in each other’s minds on constant repeat.

Teaser 1 - Teaser 2 | CR Playlist - Ella’s Playlist

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George Daniel

Nice Kind Of Messy

George Daniel x Reader (f) | Your friends set you up on a blind date, one that you aren't really looking forward to at all but when you find George Daniel there waiting outside the restaurant, there is no doubt it'll be a date to remember.

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Ross MacDonald 

Quarter Past Midnight 

Ross MacDonald x Reader (f) |  Thanks to your best mate, you’ve found yourself welcoming the New Year at a party one of her bosses is throwing at her new house. Since you stepped foot in the place, your only plan has been to spend the night dancing and drinking with your friends. But it all changes when you find a certain bassist looking at you from across the room. And as the night progresses, and a few kisses are shared, you seem to agree on the fact that you’re leaving the party together.

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‘tis the damn season

Ross MacDonald x Reader (f) | Christmas has been your favourite season since you met Ross MacDonald back in Year 9 when you had just moved to Wilmslow, coincidentally on the same road as him. He becomes your very best friend for the rest of high school, but when that ends, life happens and you just can't stop it. And life is certainly cruel to you and Ross. Every December is a reminder of it, somehow always bringing a chance to ruin things even more. After so many mistakes, how can you get back the times you've always cherished with the silly boy with the dimpled smile?

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The Dream Synopsis

Alex Turner x fem!Reader

Synopsis: You have a dream that Alex can’t seem to get behind.

Warnings: SMUT!!! (P in V, Oral M and F receiving, squirting, cockwarming), cursing, angst if you squint

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Well we were kissing, it was secret, we had to sneak beyond the kitchen.

Your relationship with Alex was, to say the least, complicated. You had been off and on for some time, both of you not fully ready for commitment. Now, though, you two have officially became a couple; well, at least to the two of you.

Your relationship with him was hidden. Not only from the public, but also from your family and friends, even Miles and the rest of the Monkeys. They didn't know that the chemistry between you two has gone past just casual dating. It was no longer some high school infatuation or a friendship based around occasional texting or phone calls. Now it was a full fledged romance.

It would be your dream to show Alex off. I mean, he’s just the most adoring, loving boyfriend ever. Of course you would want the world to know he was dating you. You didn’t want it because of the fame, of course. I mean, that was one of the couple of reasons why you both chose to keep the relationship hidden. You just wanted to finally be able to be intimate with Alex without the pressure of keeping it behind a wall. Although, this was just a silly dream of yours.

It must be torture when I talk about my dreams.

So, what better way to go after this dream than asking Alex directly? I mean, he always listens to you, so you weren’t too nervous, just a little tense. It was a very touchy subject for the two of you, and you didn’t know what his answer would be. So you started by bringing up the question while enjoying breakfast together one morning.

“Alex, do you think that maybe it’s time we go public with our relationship? I mean, at least to our families and friends.”

He looked surprised, even though you were half expecting that response. “I dunno, I guess, if you really want to. I just can’t imagine having a life like that… Oh god, the press would never let me get away with anything. No, I think we should stick with keeping it hidden. It’s best.”

Of course, you prepared yourself for this reaction, even though it’s not what you wanted. You gave him a soft smile, getting up while softly uttering an “okay.”

He clearly wasn’t agreeing with you moving forward with your plans to become more open.

But hey, it was both of your decision to make. You still loved him. And, in reality, your current relationship plans would work perfectly fine as long as you stayed with Alex. Love means sacrifice, right?

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You and Alex have been officially dating for almost a year now, coming up on your anniversary. God, you would’ve never imagined being here in a committed relationship with your ex-fling.

You and Alex have slowly but surely been moving towards giving hints to friends that you’re dating, but it still is not very clear.

Now, doubts have started appearing in your mind. ‘Why doesn’t he want to show me off?’ ‘Is he not proud of me?’

All these doubtful thoughts were shoved to the back of your mind. Ever since you asked that question a couple months ago, you’ve been weary of brining the topic back up again. You believed that when Alex was ready to go public, he would tell you.

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Finally, it’s your one year anniversary. Of course it was nothing short of amazing. Alex started off the day with the most amazing meal in bed that you both shared together along with kisses. Then, Alex took you strawberry picking, coming home to wash the fruits and cut them into heart shapes, dipping them into melted chocolate together, enjoying them later with a small picnic in your favorite local park.

Now, though, Alex is kissing down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your dripping cunt. His tongue slides across your clit as you both moan, “Ohh, yes. Fuck,” you moan out, finally feeling that long awaited pleasure. He toys around with you clit a little bit longer, slowly flicking and sucking on it. “Fuck,” you moan out loudly as he finally sticks his hot tongue in your dripping hole.

God, something about him eating you out today is so much different than any other time. It feels more passionate, more emotional. Maybe it’s because it’s your anniversary, or maybe it because he has a surprise you’ll have to earn.

He eats you out like a man starved, prodding and sucking at your seeping cunt until you finally release, your orgasm taking over you. Your legs shake wildly and your whole body trembles with the waves of intense pleasure flowing through your veins. You feel so fucking good. Your muscles twitch as you come hard against his tongue, cumming all over his face.

His tongue laps against your pussy, taking in all of your juices, savoring every taste. “God, babe. You taste so fucking amazing.”

As you recover from your intense orgasm, your eyes wander to the prominent bulge in your boyfriend’s pants. “Well, I think I should repay the favor, don’t you think?” you ask, slowly crawling towards Alex, reaching down to squeeze his boner through his pants.

Slowly, you unzip his pants, pulling them down. With his boxers still on, you play with and squeeze his growing cock.

“Please, baby, just suck my cock.”

Smiling up at him, you swiftly yank down his boxers, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. You let out a soft moan, spitting on his cock and stroking it, lightly sucking the head.

“Oh, fuck!” Alex moans out as he pushes your head down onto his cock, watching as your lips envelop his dick. Slowly, you start bobbing up and down, worshipping every inch of his thick length. “Baby, oh, fuck!” He begins to pull you by the hair, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. His hips move against your mouth, his hand rubbing across your ass.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Alex’s entire body tremble from your warm, wet mouth sucking and licking his thick cock.

The next few minutes are filled with both of you moaning and panting for air. Eventually, Alex slows down his rhythm, releasing his seed in your mouth, then pulling out and cumming the rest all over your face.

God, Alex thought you looked like a fucking angel, a dirty one at that. The urge to just take a photo and share it with everyone he knows was unbelievable, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold, even if that meant not being able to show you off.

You and Alex began to make out once again, his hand cupping and rubbing your cunt while yours was palming his cock, it slowly getting hard again. Soon enough, your hand works its magic, teasing his head and begging him to stick it inside you.

“Yes! Fuck! Oh, babe, I need to be inside you.”

With one swift motion, Alex picks you up, tossing you back towards the headboard and raising your legs to be against the wall.

Suddenly, he snapped his hips forward, his cock diving straight into your pussy. You let out a loud, pornographic moan at the feeling of him plunging deep inside you. “Fuuuuuck, yeah, Alex. Fuck me.”

With each thrust, Alex increases his pace, going harder and faster. Soon, his cock slamming into you so hard that you can barely even keep your eyes open. All too soon, you realize you’re nearing another climax, this one far more powerful than the last. And when it hits you, you lose it, crying out loudly as you leak your creamy juice all over his stomach and chest.

With a loud, guttural groan, Alex finally releases his seed into your aching cunt, filling you up. Staying inside you, he maneuvered himself beside you, ending up in the spooning position.

After a few minutes of soft kisses on the cheek while his cock softens inside of you, Alex finally decides to speak.

“So, after a lot of thinking, I’ve decided that you’re right. We should be honest with not only our family and friends, but with the rest of the world about our relationship. To be completely honest, the main reason I didn’t want to go public is because I was scared. I’ve went public with my other relationships way too early and ended up regretting it. I wanted to make sure that I was completely in love with you, and I am one hundred percent sure that you are the only one for me. I truly believe we have a future together, maybe getting married and having kids, and I think it’s finally time to show the world how much I adore you, Y/N.”

“Alex. God, I don’t think you understand how happy I am that you said that. I love you so much. And yes, maybe we will get married someday and have kids. I can’t wait for the future, because I know you’re gonna be in it. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters to me” As soon as you say those words, you feel your tummy quiver and contract. That felt good. A lot better than what you expected. You were ready to go let the world know about your relationship, because ultimately, other people’s views don’t matter as long as you’re still in love with Alex.

Isn’t it awful lovely when I talk about my dreams.

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Bill Hader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Just a Taste (Bill x F Reader)

Pedro Pascal

* I am aware some people do not enjoy/encourage RPF, I respect your opinion and invite you to block / not engage with my content *

A Night Out (Pedro x Reader)

I Could Never Leave You Behind (Pedro x Reader)

I Wanna Be With You Everywhere (Pedro x Reader)

What Is This? - (Joel Miller x F Reader)

Vinyls - (Smut) (Joel Miller x Reader)

Spotlight - (Pedro x F Reader)

Panic - (Joel Miller x Reader)

Alex Turner

New Era - (Alex Turner x Reader)

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Fred Weasley - Stuck on the Puzzle

Pairing : (F/M) || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2.0k Warning : Drinking. Harsh language. Angst. Notes :  Inspired by Stuck on the Puzzle by Alex Turner. Having arrived late to the mansion after every attempt of stalling time, Fred finally gathered his last fragment of courage and joined the pre-wedding party, keeping in mind to drink every cocktail on sight so that he’ll be hammered enough tomorrow to skip the wedding.

The mansion was filled with familiar faces and though he’s been surrounded with people he’d proudly call as family, Fred’s heart is still hung heavy. The alcohol on his hand helped nothing to ease his mind, only acting as a catalyst to the thunder blaring and heavy storm plaguing his mind. He wishes to leave the place. Apparate himself back to his loft and hide under his worn and full of holes blanket until the end of the month comes.

He would never forget how he could physically hear the sound of his heart dropping, shattering into a million pieces as the periwinkle envelope arrived at his doorstep. He recognises the comforting colour and how the paper was decorated with all sorts of flowers she’d once told him were her favourites. Her name was written proudly on the cover, along with another man’s.

It was her wedding invitation letter.

Fred wasn’t sure he’d be able to hoard so much hatred for himself until that day. Every what-if scenario was crushing his brain to a pulp. What if he’d asked her first for the Yule Ball? What if he didn’t get a cold feet that weekend before the Hogsmeade trip in 5th year? What if he didn’t hesitate and ask to sit next to her during their classes? What would happen then if he had just an ounce more of bravery? Would his name be the one standing next to her on their wedding invitations?

Everyday since he had to fight the irrepressible urge to burn said invitation. The sight of the innocent letter laying on his table was driving him mad. He wanted to shatter it into pieces, throw it into a bucket of thousand firecrackers, and bury the ash in a place where he would never return to. But the thought of disappointment on her face to have him be absent on such a special day haunts him. He needed to be there, even if it meant he would pulverise the last remaining strains of his fraying soul.

And so here he is, with George physically and mentally acting as his sole pillar of support, Fred puts on his best suit and most believable facade, acting like he’s happy for the couple. He dreaded the next two days. Having arrived late to the mansion after every attempt of stalling time, Fred finally gathered his last fragment of courage and joined the pre-wedding party, keeping in mind to drink every cocktail on sight so that he’ll be hammered enough tomorrow to skip the wedding.

 “You seem to never grow out of your partying self, Freddie.” Alicia comments, noticing the empty glass he swaps with a new one every other minute “Years after school and you still act like the animal you are.”

Fred shrugs, chugging his drink before lifting the empty glass, “Cheers for the couple.”

The people surrounding him were starting to eye him in pity. It was common knowledge for the small group of friends that Fred was in love with her. Her name remains the only one name ever rolled off his mouth with such delight and adoration. The way his eyes sparkled whenever she was mentioned or how silly he would play during Quidditch practice whenever she watches. The fixation he had for her was enough to fuel a lifetime romance.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Angelina interrupts before Fred could take another glass from the server “You’ll be dead pissed before we get the chance to greet the couple.”

“That’s the mission, Darling.” Fred winks, drinking George’s drink instead.

Not a minute passed and the said couple finally came out of the mansion. The noises died down as every eye turned and watched the lovebirds with glee. Smiles were decorating every guest’s faces, including Fred’s. The sight of her after what seems to be forever felt like a long awaited rain after a drought. She’s still as beautiful as he last remembered her. If anything, even more charming now with her mature posture and a touch of makeup, enhancing every delicate feature she has.

Fred’s breath was taken away as their eyes met. Her smile turns wider as she waves her hand at him, looking grateful and beyond happy to see him there. And just with that trivial moment, Fred’s worry and dismay evaporates into thin air. For the first time since he arrived, he was glad to have come to the party.

His quest to get plastered tonight has now been aborted. If there is just a slight chance for them to exchange a word, he would want it to happen with his mind completely clear. He’d want to memorise every giggle, the crinkles around her eyes whenever she smiles, and the pleasant voice of hers when she calls his name. He wants to keep every detail of her and have it engraved in his head for after tonight, he would have to bid his last goodbye to her.

“Fred,” Her melodious voice calls from behind “You came.”

Her smile was intoxicating, making his head spin and chest filled with warmth that he could only reply with a nod and a smile he hopes isn’t freaking her out.

“I’ve missed you.” She says, coming in with an open arm as she pulls him for a hug “It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

Fred couldn’t utter a word. He rests his head to the crook of her neck, praying that he could pack away this very moment and have it hidden under his bed. The smell of her perfume and body heat was melting him. The void forming in his chest the moment she lets go would be the nightmare that’ll haunt him for the rest of his life.

“You’re awfully quiet.” She says with a chuckle “Did you drink the wrong tonic or something?”

He shakes his head, smiling, “Just basking the moment before you’re finally gone tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on, now. You’re talking like I’m about to die.” She rolls her eyes, playfully nudging on his shoulder “I’m not gonna die tomorrow, Freddie. I’m just getting married.”

Fred smiles. Just getting married. As if that wasn’t something he should be grieving about. The word came out of her with such ease, not realising the heavy earthquake it’s giving to his tottering heart. If only she knew all the torments she’d unconsciously made him go through, would she still be as cheerful as she is right now?

“Congratulations.” Fred says, forcing a smile “Flint is a one lucky bastard.”

For a second there Fred thought that he’d seen a glimpse of sadness on her eyes. The kind of bitterness you have when you watch the person you love letting go. But as instant as it came, the emotion was swapped back into her default merriment that Fred had to convince himself that he was just seeing things. The alcohol might be taking its toll on him.

“Thank you, Fred.” She replied, her hand still clinging on his forearm “I’m parched. Would you accompany me to get some drinks? I’m feeling rather tired to greet and have small talk with other guests, so can you please be my wingman?”

Fred nods, following her step to get away from the crowd and into the champagne table.

The redhead boy no longer cared for the fact that people could see him staring. He’s thrown out his self-respect out the window. If people want to talk about the longing gaze and how pathetic he’s looking right now, he’ll let them. Let the whole world know the fool who’s been loving the girl for so long yet never had the courage to let her know that she’s now finally with another.

“Is there something on my face?” She asks, anxiously touching her face.

Fred shakes his head, “No, you’re just so beautiful tonight.”

“Oh, come on now, don’t be such a flirt.” She rolls her eyes, cheeks tainted with redness “Had you said that to me a couple years earlier we would’ve been the one getting married.”

The smile on is face diluted. She said it with such a remote manner yet the side eye she gave as she gulped another glass of champagne made him question her intention. Those aren’t the things you said to someone casually, especially not at the night before your wedding. Could her words hold any more meaning than the aloof gesture she’s showing?

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Marcus said, disregarding the fact that she was standing with Fred “We’ve got guests to greet, why are you pissing yourself by the champagne table?”

Fred wanted to take Marcus right there and then. How could he say such words to the girl who deserves the world. The lack of affection he’s shown to her has always made Fred question, what does Flint have that made him the one she surrendered her heart to? Did she even want him to be the one she marries?

“I was just getting some drinks, I’ll be right out in a minute.” She says with a forced smile, attempting to plant a kiss to her fiancé's cheek but failing miserably as he dismisses her and walks back out, not sparing a glance to Fred.

“Why are you marrying him?” Fred asks, the boiling anger in his head slowly taking the best of him “He’s a vile man, Marcus Flint. We used to make fun of him from all the stupid things he’d done and you would always scold me whenever we got in a fight. Why are you marrying the man you said you’d hate for life?”

She remains quiet, eyes locked on him as if she’s trying to convey a message her lips couldn’t deliver. There was regret, guilt, and despair evident on them. How her shoulders shuddered in an attempt to contain her welling tears was tearing him apart. He wanted to rescue her, take her hand and leave the party. Rescue her and hide her under his wing from the life she certainly doesn't deserve if she were to marry Flint. She’s supposed to marry someone who would worship her, someone who would bleed themselves to death for her, and Marcus Flint is certainly not that man.

But who was he kidding? Sure she deserves someone better than Flint but does that mean the man is himself? He couldn’t even ask her out for a silly date. What makes him think he’ll have the balls to kidnap her from her own wedding?

“People are complex beings, Freddie. Marcus isn’t always as cold as how he reacted just now. He’s just feeling stressed over the wedding.” She says at last, struggling to find an excuse for her fiancé's rude actions “I better get back and greet the guests. It’ll be bad for the family if people begin to talk about the bride’s disappearance.”

Placing her empty glass to the table, she reaches for Fred’s cheek and kisses it gently. The sigh she let go as her lips parted from his skin was dragging him deeper to the trench of desolation. With one last smile, she squeezes his forearm and begins walking away.

Fred watches as her figure soon disappear in the sea of people. A thousand questions running across his head at the same time. What’s to do now? What's he supposed to do now that he’s seen it firsthand that she isn’t getting the fairytale she very much deserves? And what is left of him to do after she defends her despicable fiancé?

What is it that Marcus had that made her stay? Was it because of his name and luxury? No, she isn’t the type to trade love for money, that couldn’t be the reason. Was it because of their family? She did mention how badly it would reflect on them if she were to show just a flaw tonight. So was that the true answer?

Fred takes one of the champagne glasses, gulping down the liquid before tossing the glass away with no regard. The mystery and scenarios screaming at each other in his brain were dementing. For the millionth of time, Fred Weasley has found himself stuck on the puzzle.

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[indiee19]

From The Honeymoon Suite

Alex Turner x reader

summary: You and (TBHC!) Alex stay in for most of your honeymoon.

word count: a bit more than 7k

warnings: smut, fluff, swearing, light bondage.

a/n: this one is now officially my longest fic i've ever written, but i love it. also, i kind of lost ideas towards the end so bare with it. love you all <33

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The cool breeze from the open window, that you accidently left open the previous day, danced across your bare skin, only the very thin sheet covering you. The honeymoon had just started yesterday and you could already tell that it was going to be the best month and a half ever.

Alex had proposed to you nearly five months ago on your anniversary and you had both decided to wait and have a spring wedding. That day was absolutely perfect, and like your mom had said it would be, it was the best day ever. You were marrying the man that you loved and that had loved you for seven years. You'd always dreamed of marrying Alex, and now, it was true and it was the start of the next chapter of both your lives.

You felt the bed stir and Alex's arm wrap around your body, pulling you closer to his bare chest, if that was even possible. You carefully turned your head to not wake him up and the thin sheet that covered you and him up left very little to the imagination, memories of the previous night floating through your head.

-

"Oh, f-fuck, Alex, fuck," you moaned, your nails scratching down his back. "Faster, baby, faster. Oh, fuck, please."

"What was that, love?" he teased, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

"Shit, Alex. Y-You feel so good inside me, filling me up so good. Go faster, please," you begged, not caring how desperate you sounded now, only focused on how good he was making you feel.

You'd just arrived at your hotel after a long plane ride and not even five minutes into being in your hotel room, Alex had already had you pinned down against the bed, fucking you hard and into the mattress. He'd made you come at least four times already and you were so close now, all you needed was for him to go faster, and he smirked before doing so.

He was making you feel so good, so full.

-

"Mhmm, good morning, Mrs. Turner," Alex said groggily, nuzzling into the back of your neck.

You chuckled. "Good morning, Mr. Turner." You turned around to be facing him. "That's never going to get old, will it?" you asked, lightly tracing his perfect facial features with your index finger, running it over the bridge of his nose, over his slightly chapped lips, down the curve of his jaw that was now covered by his beautiful coppery goatee.

"No it won't, me love," Alex said quietly, opening his eyes, blinking them a few times to help him adjust to the sunlight coming in through all of the windows. "You're so pretty," he mumbled under his breath, wrapping his arm around your waist, bringing you in closer to him, placing a kiss on your lips. Not even three seconds later, he was already making you want more, deepening the kiss before he could pull away.

"Baby," Alex mumbled into the kiss before pulling away, both of you opening your eyes. His big brown doe eyes stared deeply into your own before either of you spoke. "Alex, please," you said quietly as his hand ran up and down your bare body. "What do you need, love?" he asked, beginning to kiss down your neck, settling on a spot and beginning to suckle on it.

"I ... I need you, Alex," you whimpered as he bit down on your neck. Alex pulled back the sheet, exposing you and himself in the process. "What a fucking sight," Alex said.

You looked him up and down, biting your lip and you reached down to stroke his semi-hard cock, Alex groaned and shut his eyes in response. He forced his eyes open, pushing your hand away and it was very apparent that it took all of his self control to do that. He pushed you onto your back, immediately climbing over you, kissing you deeply. He deepened the kiss by teasingly biting down on your bottom lips, demanding entrance to which you complied, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You could taste a slight hint of the red wine that he'd had the previous day and you gasped when you felt his fingers move down your body, lightly rubbing on your clit and Alex smirked into the kiss, pulling away to your dismay.

His fingers moved from your clit to tease your folds, hissing slightly at how wet you were. "Fuck, love, you're so wet for me," he said, his fingers now teasing your entrance, slightly poking one inside of you. "Shit, Al ... d-don't tease me ... please," you whimpered. Following your instructions he pushed his finger all the way inside of you, quickly adding another causing you to let out a loud moan.

Slowly he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, setting a slow and torturous pace. And though the friction wasn't nearly like anything you wanted, it felt so good and you began to roll your hips onto his fingers, desperate for more friction. Alex chuckled. "Look how you're trying to fuck yourself on me fingers, love, you must be really desperate," Alex teased. You really were desperate.

"O-Oh, god! Alex, fuck!" you loudly moaned as he curled his fingers deep inside you, hitting that spot.

Even now you still wondered how you ended up with this man - this perfect, beautiful man. And you also wondered why all of your friends told you not to get involved with him. They told you that he was a player, that he'd screw you over. Well, they were wrong - not about him screwing you though. He always made you feel special, feel loved, he was an absolute miracle aligner.

He rubbed on your clit harshly and he began to move his fingers faster and he also kept curling them deep inside of you, drawing you closer to the edge. "Oh, god, Alex, d-don't stop. I'm so fucking close," you whimpered.

He smirked before leaning down to whisper a dirty profanity in your ear. "Cum all around me fingers and I'll fuck you real nice and good. Hard and fast," he whispered, and you were done for, your walls convulsing around his fingers. You drew them in as the waves of pure euphoria and bliss washed over you. Your mouth fell agape as moans left it.

Alex kept pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of you as you rode out your high. Your hips jerked against his fingers as he kept curling them inside you and you gripped his bicep, your nails digging in his skin so far that you thought that he'd have a mark left on him. As you slowly came down, he placed a few soft, light kisses to your neck and jaw. He swept hair out of your face so carefully, as if he was afraid that one wrong move would shatter you into a million pieces.

"You're so pretty," he said in a low voice and he lightly kissed your lips. No matter what, he always was so gentle and soft, like he was always afraid to hurt you or break you. Your hand went to his hair and brushed through it, tugging on it lightly. "Alex, I ... I need you," you said quietly. He smiled and kissed you again before he gave his cock a few pumps and then he began shuffling to better align his cock up with your opening. He looked at you before he pushed inside of you. You were so wet that he easily made his way inside of you with just two pushes.

Once Alex had bottomed out his head fell down on your shoulder and he bit down on your neck. "Fuck," Alex breathed out. Your eyes fell shut as your walls stretched to his size, fluttering around his cock. He waited a moment before he pulled his hips back before pushing back inside you. Your eyes rolled back and you tightly gripped his biceps, nails digging into his skin. You let out a moan as he began to slowly, but surely, increase his pace.

You couldn't describe the way he made you feel, there were no words for it. He was absolutely perfect, always made you feel so good. Both his and your loud moans filled the room, the sound echoing off the walls. In fact, they were so loud that you thought that the people in the rooms beside you could hear you, and they probably did. Your hands moved from his biceps to his back and they scratched down his back, leaving marks as he went faster. The way his cock stroked at your walls made your eyes flutter and roll back in your head. Alex leaned down to your neck and placed kisses on it, eventually settling on a spot to suck on and leave a hickey so that every guy you walked past would know that you were his.

"Baby, please ... t-talk to me. Tell me how it feels having me so deep inside of you," he groaned in your ear. One of his hands moved from beside your head to your hip to keep you still as you began to grind against him. "Oh, fuck, Alex. Y-You feel so good inside of me ... filling me up so good. Fuck," you moaned, your breathing increasing, panting heavily.

He delivered a hard thrust inside of you and you moaned loudly, nails digging into his back. "Fuck, Al, I'm so close," you moaned.

"M-Me, too, love. Wait for me, please, love, hold on for me," he said as he moved his hand that was resting on your hip to your clit and he began to rub on it in fast, harsh circles. You were so close, just needed a bit of a push. And then, he pressed down on your clit harshly and hit that spot inside of you and you fell apart underneath him.

You gripped onto him tightly and wrapped your legs around him as you came. Your walls contracted around his cock, drew him in, and that was enough to tip Alex over the edge. His hips stilled as he came, his release coating your walls as he bit down on your neck.

You both slowly came down from your highs, panting heavily. Alex eventually regained his strength and pulled out of you, the both of you sighing as you both instantly missed that feeling between your legs. "Fuck," Alex groaned as he laid down beside you. You were still in a state of euphoria and could hardly function. Alex grabbed your arm to pull you into his chest. "Come here, love," he said as he did so.

He kissed you all over -- neck, forehead, lips, shoulders. You smiled from ear to ear. Alex started kissing your neck again. "Mm, I'm so happy to be married to you," he said groggily. "I love you so much, sweetheart." He said as he rubbed his nose against yours. You smiled and kissed him lightly.

"I love you, too, Alex," you said, smiling.

-

It was a few hours later and you both had practically stayed in bed all day. You both laid together, slept, and fucked. But by the time that one o'clock had rolled around you were tired of lying in bed and wanted to do something.

Alex however, of course, didn't want to move and get out of bed. All he wanted to do was lay with you the entire day and make you feel loved. He fought with you the entire time over why you should both just stay in bed. And whenever you came near enough to the side of the bed where he was he would grab your arm and pull you down to lay on his chest. Of course you always playfully slapped him away and stood up, but he still did it every single time.

"Alex, come on, get up," you said as you took the sheets off of his body, revealing all of him once again. He grabbed the sheets back and covered himself back up and nuzzled into his pillow. "Mm, no," he groaned, smiling like a little kid trying to pretend to be asleep when their mom asks if they're awake.

"Please, Alex, please. I really want to spend the day doing something other than laying in bed," you said.

"Well, if you're tired of the bed then I can fuck you in the shower, bent over the table, against the wall on your front, on the sofa, while standing. I can keep going if you don't like those options," he said calmly. You could tell that he was dead set on staying in your hotel room fucking all day, if not for the rest of your honeymoon. But, you really wanted to explore Greece and see what all was there.

"No, Alex. As much as I'd love to stay in and fuck, I really, really want to see Greece," you replied as you sat on the edge of the bed beside him. You rubbed his arm and made a silly pouty face that made Alex laugh a bit. "Please, Al?"

He sighed and sat up. "I guess," he groaned. You thanked him by kissing his lips and then you walked away to get ready. Soon, he stood up and followed you to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror and began to get ready as Alex walked in behind you with a fresh pair of boxers on. He wrapped his arms around you and his fingers interlocked on your front. He placed a chaste kiss on your neck. "I love you so much," he said as he kissed your cheek.

You smiled. "I love you, too, Al," you replied smiling. "Okay, now go get dressed." He jokingly rolled his eyes at you and walked away and he playfully slapped your ass.

It took you a bit longer to get ready than you had expected as you had changed outfits about five times. Alex had gotten ready much faster than you and had been waiting for you on the sofa in the other room. You soon walked out of the bathroom and saw Alex sitting on the sofa texting someone. He didn't notice you, too caught up in trying to text and figure out how his phone worked. You slowly walked over to him and sat down beside him. He still didn't notice you, so you slowly started to kiss his neck. He hummed in response and shut off his phone and put it in his pocket. "Mm, are you sure that you don't want to stay in the hotel all day," he smirked. You stopped kissing his neck and looked at him. "No, Al, I want to see Greece," you answered.

"Mm, fine," he said as he stood up. You followed and quickly grabbed your bag and put your phone, wallet, and your own hotel keycard. Alex grabbed his own keycard and put it in his pockets. He grabbed your waist and kissed you on the cheek before you both walked out of the hotel room. "I love that dress on you," he said, nodding to your white denim front button up minidress.

"Thank you. You look very handsome," you smiled looking at his Lou Reed shirt and jeans with his boots. "Why the hell are you wearing sunglasses indoors?" You asked him.

"Because, love, I like them," he said in response. You both walked down the hallway to the elevator and got in; Alex pressed the ground floor button. He held you by the waist the entire ride down. There was no one in the elevator when you got in, and no one got in on the ride. Which meant that Alex had the perfect opportunity to tease you. He would move your hair back away from your neck and would kiss you neck, or he would move his hand under your dress and rub you over the lace material of your underwear. You, of course, told him to stop and that you were somewhat in public and that he'd have to wait until later that night when you got back to your hotel room. When the elevator doors opened, he playfully and secretly and slapped your ass and you kind of shuffled forwards. You looked at him. "Alex," you whisper shouted.

"What, love?" He playfully smirked. You scoffed as you and him walked out of the elevator and out of the hotel. "So, where do you want to go first, doll?" He asked, kissing the side of your forehead.

You thought for a moment. "Um, Acropolis," you said.

"Okay. Acropolis it is, sweetheart," he said in response. He interlocked his fingers with yours and you two began to walk to where he had parked the car he'd rented. Soon, you were both walking towards the black car, and once you were standing by the passenger side door. Alex opened the door for you and kissed the hand that he was holding. You chuckled and got in and buckled your seat belt. Alex walked around to the other side and got in, buckling his seat belt.

The drive was filled with lots and lots of laughter. But there was one moment that was particularly funny. one of Alex's songs had come on when you shuffled your playlist and you began to sing it. All the while Alex was dying of laughter. He chuckled again. "I love you so much," he was smiling like a fool in love, because he was a fool in love. And so were you.

The ride wasn't very long, though. But as soon as he had parked and stopped the car you practically jumped out of your seat with excitement. You undid the seat belt and got out of the car. Alex laughed. "You'd think you're a little kid, wouldn't you?" he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as a joke. You walked over to Alex's side of the door and opened it, grabbing his hand. You undid his seat belt and pulled him out of the car. "Okay, okay, I'm coming," he said happily. As soon as he was out of the car, he kissed you and grabbed your waist.

"Mm, I love you so much. You know that, right?" He said, kissing your cheeks. You blushed and smiled.

"Yes, of course I know. Do you know that I love you?" you said with a big smile on your face. He smiled from ear to ear and kissed you one more time. "C'mon, let's go," you said with excitement lacing your voice. You pulled him by his hands to where you wanted to go.

-

Later on in the day you heard that there would be a bit of a fair that would be happening, so you and Alex did a bit of shopping and sightseeing, and then you both went back to the hotel to stay for a bit.

Once you'd made it back to the hotel, Alex parked the car and you both got out. He walked over to your side of the car and helped you out. He pulled you in for a quick kiss. "I love you so, so, so much," he kissed down your neck slightly. "I'm going to fuck you when we get in the hotel room so hard." He pulled away from your neck and looked you dead in the eyes. Your lips slightly parted and you slightly squeezed your legs together.

"That got you wet didn't it?" he said in a deep husky voice. He looked around to make sure that no one was looking or was around. He smirked when he saw that no one was around and placed his hand under your dress. He clenched his jaw when he felt how wet you were. You sighed when he lightly rubbed your clit, biting your lip. And then, he just pulled his hands away and went to get the things from the backseat. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in and went to help him.

Once you both had got all the shopping bags out of the car, you started to walk inside the hotel and to the elevator. Alex sat the bags down once the elevator doors were shut and it started to move. He was behind you and wrapped his arms around your front, kissing the back of your nape. He knew that there was a camera, but he didn't care. In his mind he'd been deprived of you for far too long even though it was only a few hours. You bit your lip to silence yourself and took hold of his biceps. "Alex, y-you have to stop," you said as calmly as possible. He didn't listen and kept kissing your nape.

"Doll, I'm afraid I can't do that," he said against your neck. You heard the elevator doors ding and then they opened. Alex pulled away and grabbed the bags, then he walked out and towards your room -- the honeymoon suite: room 221. You followed and somehow made it to the room door before Alex. But, he was the one with the door key so you had to wait for him.

He made it over to the door and got the key out of his pocket. He unlocked the door and you both walked in. As soon as the door had shut Alex dropped the bags and pushed you against the door. He started to kiss you hungrily, cupping your face with his hands. You dropped the bags and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in closer. He moaned against your lips and his left hand moved down to your neck. He pulled away. "Doll, take off your clothes for me," he said and stepped away from your body. You bit your lip as you stepped away from the door. You started to unbutton your dress.

Alex watched you carefully, studying your every move. You took the dress and slid it off of your body. You took off your shoes and socks next and then you looked Alex dead in the eyes. "Take those off too," Alex said, pointing to your bra and underwear. Slowly, you began to unclasp your bra and then shimmied out of your underwear.

You felt exposed and felt like you needed to cover up, and though you knew it wouldn't be any better, you used your arms to slightly cover up. Alex stepped over to you and moved your hands away. He pulled you into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your body, caressing every inch of you, from your ass to your back and shoulders. Anywhere that he could touch he did. His hands wandered to your thighs, squeezing them a little, which signaled for you to jump. You jumped and he looked up at you. Then, he started to leave a few chaste kisses on your neck and jaw. You wrapped your arms around his head, kissing the top of it.

He carried you over to the bed and carefully laid you down, almost as if he feared that if he let you go and you fell then you'd break apart and he'd lose you forever. You let go of his head and he let go of you as he started to kiss up your thighs. Slowly but surely he made his way up to your chest. Alex stopped to kiss every inch of your stomach all the way up to your tits. He took his time, making sure not to go too fast, but not too slow either. He was worshiping every part of your body. He kissed up your neck and then finally he kissed your lips. As he kissed you, he started to grind against you and you felt how hard he was, felt him straining in his tight jeans.

You moaned against his lips and one of your hands moved down to palm him over his pants. Alex groaned against your mouth. He pulled away from you and got off the bed. He glanced you up and down, saving the mental image of you like this for another day, even for when he goes on tour and won't be able to see you. He pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor. Then he took off his boots and socks so that he would be able to shuffle out of his jeans and boxers. He moved back on you and kissed you again, pushing your legs apart with a nudge of his knee. Then he started to align his cock up with your entrance.

He slowly pushed inside you, placing his hands either side of your head, pushing into the mattress. He reveled in the feeling of your walls stretching to fit his size, his head falling for a split second. He kissed your neck before he started to move. Slowly pulled almost all the way out of you then he slammed back into you. You gripped his biceps and moaned. His golden chain fell in your face as he moved.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he picked up his pace. He felt so good and big and you squeezed your legs around him tighter. He was going as hard and as fast as he could, and his eyes were dead set on your own. You moaned as he'd hit the spot that drove you wild. Instantly your hands went from his biceps to his back and his hair, tugging on it and scratching down his back. He groaned as you did so. "Fuck, Al, go faster," you moaned.

He did as you asked and went faster. He leaned down to kiss you, biting down on your bottom lip teasingly. His tongue explored your mouth, easily winning dominance over your own. You felt a knot pull at you and you knew that you were close. Alex pulled away from the kiss and moved down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. You moaned as he delivered a particularly hard thrust. "Alex, I-I'm so close," you whimpered. He groaned in response. His hand came in between your bodies to rub your clit in harsh, fast circles. And all it took was Alex pressing down on your clit and hitting the spot that drove you mad to send you over the edge. Your legs shook and your eyes closed, moaning Alex's name repeatedly.

Slowly you came down from your high and once you did, Alex pulled out of you. He wiped down his beard and eyed you up and down. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Get on your fucking hands and knees," he said in a low deep and husky voice. His voice absolutely drove you mad when he lowered it.

He moved off you and off the bed as you turned around. Once you were down you looked behind you to see what Alex was doing. He was grabbing his belt from the floor. He looked at you and then back at the belt and smirked. He stepped back on to the bed behind you, and he grabbed your arms, forcing you to be face down. He took your arms behind your back and used his belt to tie your hands behind your back. He aligned himself with your entrance. Without any warning he pushed inside of you. Your eyes rolled back and you whimpered at his thickness filling you up. Alex shut his eyes and sighed. He adored taking you in this position.

Soon he started to move, setting a pace to his liking. His hands were firmly planted on your hips and one of them went to your hair to use as leverage, pulling on it harder than he normally would've. You moaned as he started to go faster and faster.

His chest was beaded with sweat, his chain glistening against his toned chest. He pushed your head down further into the bed, your back arching up into him. You felt a knot form again and soon after you cried out his name as you came for a second time. Alex could barely hold on, moaning loudly as he felt your walls draw his cock in. His hand that was pulling on your hair moved to cup your neck, pulling you up by it. You were flat against his chest, your back arching once again. He leaned down and kissed your neck, sucking harshly on it. He groaned against your neck. "Fuck, baby, you're so ... so fucking tight, and s-so wet," he grunted. His hand left your neck and instead went to fondle your breast, lightly squeezing it.

His coppery goatee rubbed against your skin, lightly scratching it, and you absolutely loved it. The only sounds that were able to be heard was the sound of you moaning, Alex's little grunts, groans, and little meaningless profanities, and the sound of skin slapping together echoed throughout the room. "Oh, god, Alex. Fuck," you said, throwing your head back against his shoulder. His hand that was firmly planted on your hip moved down to rub your clit. He rubbed faster than he did before. He went as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to make you cum again and again, but he was too close himself, and was chasing his own high.

"Alex, I-I'm so close ... fuck," you whimpered.

"Me, too, doll. Please, h-hold on for me," he said against your neck. You pulled at your restraints and it didn't go unnoticed by Alex. He smirked and kept suckling on your neck. You desperately wanted to touch him, but for obvious reasons, couldn't.

He threw his head back for a split second before leaning to your ear. He lowered his voice, went in to destroy you. "Cum for me, doll, all over my cock," he said. That did you in. You shook as your walls clenched around his cock. You moaned loudly and Alex held on to you in fear that you'd fall and get hurt somehow. And soon enough, Alex groaned loudly as he came inside of you, his release coating your walls. His head fell back again, moaning loudly.

You both came down from your highs slowly. Alex kissed your neck and jaw lightly before pulling out of you and letting you go. You both sighed at the loss of that tight, hot feeling between your legs. He carefully laid you down on the bed and untied your hands before laying down beside you, the both of you panting. You were laid on your front and he turned on his side to look at you. He moved in closer and kissed your shoulder. "Have I told you how much I love you?" Alex asked as he continued to kiss your shoulder. You chuckled and smiled.

"Yes, all the time, every single day," you smiled.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked. He pushed hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

"No," you said as you smiled widely and shook your head. He smiled and pulled you into his side. "So, I guess that going to the fair is out of the question?" You chuckled. He looked at you confused and asked you why. "Al, I can hardly feel my legs," you chuckled. He laughed and kissed your forehead again.

"That means I fucked you good," he stated. Smiling, you kissed his neck. Alex wrapped his arm around you.

-

A FEW HOURS LATER

You'd fallen asleep not long after all the while Alex stayed awake. He held you in his arms as you slept, making sure nothing woke you up. But, he failed at that when he got up to answer the door. You opened your eyes slowly and rubbed them to try and adjust to the light and to help you wake up a bit more. "Alex?" You said groggily, sitting up slowly. You heard a thud and something fall, along with a slight curse falling from Alex's mouth.

He walked in the room and saw that you were awake. "Oh, fuck, doll, I didn't mean to wake you. Just got us some dinner because, and I don't mean to toot my own horn but, your legs don't seem the best for walking right now," he said as he walked to you in the hotel robe. He took your hand and kissed it all the way up to your shoulder. "Come on, let's eat. I got some steak and some cookies for us," he said. You smiled and started to move to get off the bed. Alex got up and got his shirt off the ground for you. He helped you put it on before he pulled you up and carried you bridal style. You raised your eyebrow at him. "Once again, not to pet my own bum, but your legs aren't the best for walking right now," he said. Sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at him. He took you to the dinning table in the other room and sat you down on the chair opposite to his. He walked away, but only for a split second. The room service cart was rolled in by Alex, who had the biggest smile plastered all over your face.

He took the shiny top on your food platter. "Bon appétit" Alex laughed and so did you. Alex placed your food in front of you and then sat down with his own food.

-

TWO WEEKS LATER

The sun shone down on your body as you laid on a sun chair. You were now glad that the hotel you and Alex were staying at had a private section of the beach for each of its guests. You removed your sunglasses and saw Alex walking out of the water. He had on somewhat tight blue swimming trunks and an expensive pair of sunglasses on. You'd asked him not to wear them in the water but he didn't listen. He walked over to you and sat down beside you. He picked up the water bottle that was beside him and took a swig. You looked over at him and sighed -- he'd gotten slightly sunburnt. You told him to put on sunscreen, but once again, he didn't listen. "Al, let me put some sunscreen on you," you said. He looked at you and squinted. "Please, Al, I don't want you to get sunburnt badly," you added.

"Fine," he sighed. Smiling, you got up and grabbed the sunscreen from your bag. You squirted a little in the palm of your hand, rubbing both your hands together. "Fuck, doll, that's making me think dirty things," he said in a lowered voice.

"God, Alex, you're awful," you said as you stepped over to him. You started off with rubbing his chest, grazing over his chain and his small amount of chest hair. "You really like my tits, don't you?" He laughed after you rubbed the sunscreen on his chest for a bit.

"No, I just want to make sure that beautiful skin of yours doesn't get sunburnt," you smiled. When you rubbed lower down his chest he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him, straddling him. You laughed loudly. "Alex!"

He smiled himself and rubbed up and down your arms, his thumb slightly pressing down on them a few times. He grabbed your neck and pulled you down to kiss him. He held onto you tightly as he kissed you. You cupped his face as he deepened the kiss. Then he trailed his kisses down to your jawline and neck. His goatee scratched against your jaw and neck and a quiet moan slipped out of your mouth. He didn't let the moan go unnoticed and started to kiss your upper torso that was exposed by the low cut of your one-piece bathing suit. Another moan slipped out of you and then he started to suck on a spot. And then you started to absentmindedly started to grind against him. It was only when you felt him grow hard beneath you/ he pulled away from you and looked at you, his eyes full of lust of adoration. He licked his lips and took off his sunglasses.

You sat up slightly, allowing him enough room to pull down his swimming trunks just enough for his cock to spring free. He pushed the material of your bathing suit to the side and ran his fingers through your slick folds. "For me?" He asked teasingly. You bit your lip and nodded as he lightly rubbed your clit. "Ride me, doll," he groaned. You grabbed the base of his cock and lined him up with your entrance. He had a firm grip on your hips and didn't allow you to move. He moved you down slightly so that the head of his cock slightly pushed inside you. You were about to say something before Alex said another word. "Beg me for the rest," he smirked, teasing you even more by lightly pressing on your clit.

"A-Alex, I need you inside of me. Please," you begged even more after that. He smirked again before letting you slip down on his length. You instantly threw your head back as he filled you up.

-

TWO DAYS LATER

the hot water fell over your body. You took the shampoo and started to scrub it into your hair. You were so lost in your own silly little thoughts to notice Alex slip in the shower beside you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his hand on your shoulder, kissing it slightly. "I missed you," he said with a big goofy grin.

"I haven't been gone that long, Al," you stated.

"I know, but I don't like waking up with you not beside me," he said. You turned to kiss his lips and he pushed you against the wall as he deepened the kiss. He pawed at your chest and grabbed your ass. He grinded against you and you felt how hard he was against your thigh. He lifted up your left leg slightly and aligned himself with your entrance before slowly pushing inside you.

He bottomed out and you moaned, scratching down his shoulders and neck. Then, he started to move and instantly he knew that it wouldn't take much for either of you to cum. He had his hands planted beside your head, and your right leg was the only thing holding you up. But soon that leg began to give out. Alex noticed and then grabbed your support leg and pulled it up to warp around his waist along with your other leg.

It wasn't much longer before he pressed down on your clit and sent you over the edge, Alex following soon after.

You both came down from your highs and panted. After a moment of silence, Alex looked up at you. "So, shall we get back to that shower, or are your legs too weak to stand up?" He chuckled. You playfully hit his chest and kissed him once again.

-

LAST DAY ON YOUR HONEYMOON

Slowly, you woke up in the arms of Alex. He was peacefully sleeping against your neck, lightly snoring and whimpering as he slept. You rubbed his hair and kissed his forehead. This was your last day in Greece, and you and Alex had spent the majority of it inside your hotel room. But you weren't complaining. And you were right, this was the best month and a half you'd ever experienced in your life.

you just laid there with Alex for what felt like hours. That was until he woke up. When he did wake up, he peppered your entire body with kisses, showing you all the affection in the world. He made sure to tell you that you're beautiful after every kiss and assured you that you're perfect when he got to a spot that he knew you were insecure about.

You and Alex didn't want to leave the bed and just laid there, tangled up in each other.

"I love you so, so much," Alex said.

"I love you, too," you smiled. He got up as someone knocked on the door with the room service he'd ordered earlier. He got a pair of boxers from his bag and began to walk to the door. He grabbed the robe that he was now very fond of off the floor and put it on, but not before you saw the various scratch marks you'd left on him throughout the honeymoon. And you also caught a glimpse of his perfect, peachy ass that you were so jealous of. He clearly noticed you looking and shook his ass in your face and you laughed. Then he got the room service.

The night fell quicker than you thought it would and you and him stayed in the room, ordering room service. When you were both tired and wanted to go to sleep, Alex sang you his two favorite songs he wrote about you thus far -- Golden Trunks and She's Thunderstorms. Though, Golden Trunks had not been released yet and wouldn't be for another year or so.

You loved and adored him. He was so calm and kind and amazing. You always wondered how you ended up with a man like him. You soon fell asleep as he finished She's Thunderstorms and kissed you on your cheek before cuddling up to you. He pulled you into his chest and rubbed your arms.

He loved and adored you so much. he wasn't a very big fool or a romantic type, but that all changed when he met you. You turned his entire world upside down, made him crazy and a fool in love. He chased after you for months before you agreed to see him. Little did either of you know that you'd both become in love with one another. He thought back to when he first met you and chuckled quietly. You were both at a club with a few mutual friends and he saw you dancing on a table in a metallic blue miniskirt with a sheer black top and silver boots. And as soon as he saw you, he walked up to you. But you didn't notice him and accidently kicked him in the face.

That was his favorite memory of you and him and he didn't know why. All he knew was that was what made him fall in love with you. You made him a fool that he didn't recognize. And the idea that you existed all along was ridiculous, how had he not known about you before that moment?

He kissed you again before holding you tighter. Then he fell asleep.

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[rentsturner]

Bruised Knuckles - A.T

Warnings; reader has punched a wall, mentions/descriptions of injury, mentions of (non-specified) scars, content that some people may find as very similar to self-harm, reader is paranoid and insecure. If any of this triggers you pls don’t continue to read. a/n: I originally wrote this about a different person but I've rewritten it for Al for a bit of comfort after a rough few days. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks @martinipoliz for being my hype man

It’s a cold day in London, the skies grey and cloudy over the city.It’s been a long day without Alex. He’s been out since the early morning at the recording studio, the boys being in the middle of recording their next album, leaving you to spend the day alone in your tiny apartment. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the isolation has gotten to you - you slipped, more than once. Yeah, you regret it, but also there’s that nagging need for more at the back of your mind. You try to push it out, to forget about it, but the cold in the air doesn’t help to ease the ache in your knuckles. 

The door to the apartment shuts with a click and a jangle of keys, footsteps heading towards the door, the click of Alex’s boots rhythmic on the hardwood floor. He’s back. A wave of relief floods you, before you remember and your chest clenches in panic.

‘Alright, love?’ Alex flops onto the bed with a lazy grin, stretching his arms up over his head. 

‘Yeah, fine, you?’ Keep it simple. You busy yourself with a stack of books by the bed, straightening the pile of your shared novels so it’s not about to topple over. Keep the hand busy.

‘Yeah, alright. I missed you. Took us so long to record one of the new songs, Cookie kept messing up the solo so we all just ended up leaving it for the day.’

You nodded along and let him recount the rest of the story. You’re admiring the way his dark lashes flutter against his pale skin and how his arms flex as his hands come to rest behind his head, when you realise that Alex has stopped talking. And you’ve stopped moving.

‘Your knuckle…” his eyes dart down to the hand you’ve been trying to hide ever since he walked through the door. Busted.

‘Oh.’ You move to get up, anything to get his eyes away from your swollen knuckles, red lines criss-crossing over the flowering purple bruises where your hand collided with a solid brick wall. Multiple times. The open cuts are still weeping, even though it had happened hours ago.

‘It’s nothing, just tripped on the stairs. Don’t worry about it.’ You offer a small smile, but it doesn’t fool Alex.

‘No.’ He moves as you do, standing in front of the bedroom door to block your escape. His arms are crossed over his chest, stance serious, but the worry in his brown eyes betrays him. ‘Love. Let me see it.’

He holds out his hand, pale fingers reaching out to you, calloused fingertips brushing against your wrist gently. He knows how to help. The hand reaching, an offer of support, reassurance, love, all those things that you crave but can never admit. Emotions aren’t your forté - never have been.But Alex knows that. There’s no secrets between you. You almost laugh out loud at the thought. No secrets, but you won’t even show him your hand.

Alex would do anything for you, you know that - he tells you all the time. Days spent in bed chatting shit to each other.

‘I’d write a whole album just for you, y’know?’

‘Would you now, Al? I think I’d prefer a book of poetry.’

‘Well I’d write that as well. In a heartbeat.’

Bright eyes, wide smile. Your Alex. He’s joking, of course, but his tone is so serious, his answer without a second of hesitation. Your heart skips a beat.

So now, you give him your hand (and your heart).

He takes it tentatively, one warm hand underneath, the other poking at your raw knuckles gently. When one of his prods reaches a tender spot, you wince and he moves his finger away, meeting your gaze in apology. 

‘You punch something?’ His brow creases, a hand running instinctively over his unruly locks, before scratching at the back of his neck. He’s been growing his hair out recently, letting the brown strands begin to curl around his ears, not using as much gel in it as he used to. He looks gorgeous. Then again, he could shave his head and you’d still think he was the best looking man on earth.

The sting in your hand brings you back to the present. 

‘No.’ You look away from Alex’s gaze, knowing that in doing so you’ll give yourself away, but not having the energy or willpower to stop yourself. Much like the ‘incident’ earlier in the day.

‘I’m going to take that as a yes.’ Alex huffs, not in anger, but in frustration - frustration that he wasn’t there to help, to calm you down. ‘Let me clean it up, give me a sec.’

His hand rubs at his eyes, scrunched shut for a moment. There’s dark bags marring his pale skin there - he’s tired too, the long days at the studio beginning to get to him. He goes to move to the bathroom, but you grab his arm with your good hand, gripping it as tight as you can. Don’t leave.

‘No, Al, it’s alright, I’ll sort it.’

But he shakes his head. He doesn’t look happy. Not that you’d expect him to, but…he’s getting frustrated with you, you can tell.

‘You can’t clean yourself up with one hand. Just wait here, alright?’

The inkling is worming its way in now, from your subconscious to your conscious, until it's at the forefront of your mind. He’s angry, he’s disgusted, he’s going to leave. He’s not going to the bathroom, he’s going to the front door so he can get out of here. You’re sure of it. He’ll call Matt or Miles and tell them how crazy you are, how he can’t deal with it any longer.

‘I’m sorry.’ The whisper escapes you and you have to bite the inside of your cheek so no tears will spill. The words are almost silent, your hand dropping Alex’s in defeat.

But Alex turns his head at your weak apology, stopping in his tracks.

‘What? Why -‘

With a jolt, he notices the way you’ve changed - unable to look at him, arms beginning to wrap around yourself, one fist clenched. He knows what’s happening.

‘No, no, love, I’m not angry.’

He’s back at your side in a heartbeat, bringing his hand up to your chest, thumb carefully wiping away the rogue tear that’s tracking a salty path over your cheekbone.

‘I love you. I just want the best for you, alright? I don’t like seeing you hurt, just like I’d fucking hope you wouldn’t like seeing me hurt.’

His face breaks into a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you realise he’s right - of course he is. You don’t want to see him hurt, but that’s what you’re doing. He’s hurting just from seeing your hand, it’s obvious from the crease in his brow, the usual bright glint of his eyes dulled and flat. Alex has got too much to deal with already, you’re just one extra problem to add to the mix. You don’t want to be his problem. 

And suddenly it’s all coming up to the surface, ready to combust, explode, these emotions that you never really have a grip on. You bottle them up and push them down, so far down that the only way they can escape is through a rush of anger, jagged and uncontrollable. 

But instead of that, you bury your face into Al’s neck and let it out as slowly as you can.

‘I’m sorry, I was angry, I just wanted to feel something. Some pain. I don’t want to make you feel like this. I’m sorry.’

You’re clutching onto the fabric of his dress shirt like your life depends on it, trying to push the thought of how expensive it probably is to the back of your mind. You can’t possibly let go of him - he's the only one you have left.

Alex is steady, your rock in a storm of emotions. He listens, stroking your hair, long fingers threading through the strands to knead at your scalp, knowing it tends to calm you down.

‘You’re alright, I promise. I promise you, love. I know you get angry. I know you. And I know what it’s like to want to feel something, trust me, I’m far from innocent myself, you know I've had some bad times. We can get through it together, or we can be a mess together. I don’t care, as long as we’re together, honest. I’m not going anywhere.’

And the sincerity in his eyes, those familiar bright brown doe eyes, it convinces you. He means it.

You stay like this for a few minutes, your good hand clinging onto Alex’s shirt sleeve, the other grasped tightly (but not too tightly) in Alex’s grip. His right arm is around your waist, pulling you closer, as if in doing so he can pour all of his reassurance, all of his love, directly to your heart. He knows it’s not possible. But he tries anyway. Because he’ll do anything for you. Your Alex.

He helps you clean your hand later, shushing you everytime you wince (though that isn’t often). His hands are steady and confident as he dabs at the cuts with alcohol, wrapping the gauze over your knuckles and securing it with some tape, humming to himself as he works, the steady tune in time with his deft movement. You wonder if it's one of the songs from the new album - some of them he will share with you, some of them he prefers to keep as a surprise for the release. He doesn’t look up until the job is done - and a good job it is too. Alex kisses the bandages gently when he’s done - a silent ‘I love you. I care for you and I love you.’ 

And you smile, a smile that fills your whole body with warmth, a smile that drowns out the demons, if only for a little while. Because how can you not, when you have Alex. He tries his best and so do you - neither of you can ask anymore. You’ll be a mess together. 

‘Let’s order takeaway and watch Blade Runner, eh?’

Or you’ll get through this together.

#Alex turner #Alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #Alex turner x f!reader #arctic monkeys

[your-averagewriter]

My Masterlist:

Request rules - Requests are open!

MARVEL:

The time heist - Loki x fem!reader

The Ghost: Part 1 Part 2 - Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Work interruptions. - Shuri x fem!reader

"My golden boy." - Adam Warlock x fem!reader

"I'm not leaving you." - Peter Parker x Leo Nikolaev (oc)

"You, my darling, are definitely an exception." - Hobie Brown x fem!reader

"My little fighter." - Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Imagine the Spiderverse characters meeting Miguel's assistant - Spiderverse characters x fem!reader

"They're just teenagers." - Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Two Miguels. - Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

"She's my wife." - Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Imagine the Spiderverse characters with a flirty reader - Spiderverse characters x fem!reader

Not-so-secret identity. - Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!reader

STAR WARS:

The two Mandalorians - Din Djarin x fem!reader

DC:

The reward - Victor Zsasz x male!reader (GOTHAM)

Arkham breakout - Jerome Valeska x fem!reader (GOTHAM)

"You saved me." - Clark Kent x fem!reader (SUPERMAN)

"I thought they killed you." - Rick Flag x fem!reader (THE SUICIDE SQUAD)

"Fuck off America's sweetheart." - Rick Flag x fem!reader (THE SUICIDE SQUAD)

"It's the only goddamn hat you're gonna get." - Robert Dubois x fem!reader (THE SUICIDE SQUAD)

Office romance - CB!Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

STRANGER THINGS:

“You’re not alone.” - Eddie Munson x gender neutral!reader

Eddie Munson headcannon - Eddie Munson x autistic gender neutral!reader

"Of course not!" - Eddie Munson x autistic fem!reader

YOUTUBERS:

"Your water gave me cancer." - Wilbur Soot x fem!reader

DISNEY:

Mi familia! - Pepa Madrigal x fem!reader (ENCANTO)

ANIME:

The Rumbling: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 - Jean Kirstein x fem!reader (ATTACK ON TITAN)

Memories of you. - Reiner Braun x fem!reader (ATTACK ON TITAN)

The aftermath - Demon Slayer x fem!reader (DEMON SLAYER)

Letters - Shironeki x fem!reader (TOKYO GHOUL)

THE HUNGER GAMES:

The Quarter Quell - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

"I will always wait for you." - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

"You look... beautiful." - Young!Haymitch Abernathy x fem!reader

Warm drinks and kisses - Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE:

"I promise" - Gerard Way x fem!reader

"Just kiss me." - Gerard Way x gender neutral!reader

My Chemical Romance MK Concert! - Short review of the MCR concert I went to

"I love you too." - Gerard Way x fem!reader

Sibling quarrels. - Kobra Kid x gender neutral!reader x Party Poison

Evening gone wrong? I wouldn’t say so: Part 1 Part 2 - Gerard Way x fem!reader

Enemies to lovers - Gerard Way x gender neutral!reader

OTHER BANDS:

“Hi baby, I miss you...” - Vic Fuentes x fem!reader (PIERCE THE VEIL)

"Smile for me, darlin'" - Josh Franceschi x fem!reader (YOU ME AT SIX)

"The Maine are f*cking here!" - John O'Callaghan x fem!reader (THE MAINE)

Follow You. - Oli Sykes x fem!reader (BRING ME THE HORIZON)

Beach proposal - Awsten Knight x fem!reader (WATERPARKS)

"Oh wait, you know me?" - Spencer Charnas x male!reader (ICE NINE KILLS)

Bad day. - Spencer Charnas x male!reader (ICE NINE KILLS)

"I wanna be yours." - Alex Turner x fem!reader (ARTIC MONKEYS)

PREY:

“I’ll rip the damn thing.” “You will not!” - Taabe x fem!reader

Don’t add insult to injury. - Taabe x fem!reader

WEDNESDAY:

Mistletoe. -  Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

Kisses for your work. - Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

The Snake Issue. - Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

AVATAR:

"Breathing's harder when a pretty girl's touching your chest." - Neteyam x fem!reader

Midnight swim. - Neteyam x fem!reader

"Don't close your eyes." - Neteyam x fem!reader

Our new home - Neteyam x fem!reader

"Thank you." - Neteyam x fem!reader

HORROR MOVIES:

Wrong number...? - Ethan Landry x fem!reader (SCREAM)

"Goddamn red dress." - Stu Macher x fem!reader (SCREAM)

OTHER SHOWS AND MOVIES:

"You're gonna be the death of me." - John Luther x fem!reader (LUTHER)

"We should have a sleepover." - Ken x fem!reader (BARBIE)

"Carm, the pastries!" - Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader (THE BEAR)

"God, I missed you." - Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader (KINGSMAN)

"Hearts for a sweetheart." - Timothée Chalamet!Willy Wonka x fem!reader (WONKA)

"Only for you darlin'" - Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x fem!reader (FALLOUT)

Lipstick kisses. - Cooper Howard (pre-apocalypse) x fem!reader

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I update this masterlist as I do more writing so keep an eye out!

Some of these are from over two years ago, the more recent ones are better quality :)

Enjoy reading!

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[turnerchic]

YOU'RE MINE

alex turner x reader

summary : you and Alex are roommates (teens 17-18) for the summer, and you both want each other more than you thought.

AN - this was longggg delayed i just never found time to finish it so sorry for the inactivity

warning : SMUT / ALCOHOL

NOT PROOF READ

You and Alex were roommates well for the summer both your parents were out of the city leaving you and Alex together, Alone

you were sat on the couch under a blanket watching a movie, it was late and the movie was ending

"Alex". no answer? "Al-" you turn your head and he's asleep

you flick his head "wow what a great movie huh"

"we've watched this movie twice since you got here"

"excuse me i thought you loved this movie"

"past tense, you're so dramatic"

"one i'm not dramatic and past tense only because you want to forget your trauma this movie gave you"

"it wasn't trauma we were only dating a few months"

"and you watched which movie to get over it while you cried to me on the phone"

"this one, and so what i thought it were real"

"not as real as your romantic movie adoration you try cover up then"

you got up from the couch walking to the fridge getting a drink

"how are you anyway, Alex"

"what you mean?"

"you know..since the breakup"

"im fine it were 3 months ago..old news, but i do admit...my right hand is getting pretty boring"

he got up, walking over to where you were looking down at you

"i definitely didn't need to know that"

"but now you do know so..i mean it's just us" he said slowly while he took the glass out of your hand and placed it on the counter next to you

"i should of left you asleep"

walking past him

"and what's the fun in that?"

"not having this conversation!"

you shut your door lying down on your bed, all you could think about was Alex i mean telling myself i have 0 feelings is doing not me one bit of justice

"my right hand is getting pretty boring"

"i could use something more exciting then.."

"like what"

"my mouth"

that wouldn't happen, opening your eyes you had been rubbing your clit under the covers shaking the thoughts out of your head, removing your hands from the ache between your legs and going to sleep

meanwhile Alex was in his bedroom next door stroking himself.

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The day of the party came so quickly (random girl name) was throwing a houseparty and you and Alex were invited (rgn) always did a party before summer, during summer and before summer ended, and it was summer right now which meant more people.

Alex had wandered off getting shitfaced like always, you were drunk quite a lot but you didn't want to be blackout drunk tonight so you didn't follow in Alex's foot steps tonight

"you're so inlove y/n Gosh" y/f/n said beside you laughing

"no i am not"

but you was and again denying your feelings for Alex wasn't even convincing anyone around you either

you wanted Alex, you want him

"yeah sure well i know you're lying butttt you look cute together honestly y/n..id go for it" she said eyeing Alex then winking at you

"but right now i'd go help him" walking off

turning your head Alex was stumbling side to side, rushing over to the scene "Alex"

"oh y/n..you know wha-"

"how much have you had to drink Alex?"

he didn't reply just laughed and collapsed his weight ontop of you

you guided him through the party and upstairs earning a few looks of confusion, jealousy and proudness

but honestly you just needed to help him

you reached the bedroom and put Alex on the bed he laid in the middle of the mattress

"okay i'm gonna sober you up and we're leaving"

"eh? why y/n? i'm having fun"

"Alex you cant even walk by yourself" sitting next to him body on the bed

"good thing i have you here then y/n" sounding more sober eyeing you up and down

"yeah." - "i'm gonna get you some water and something to eat i'll be back don't. do anything stupid" getting up and leaving

you rushed downstairs not wanting to take more time than necessary and got Alex a glass of water and some sweets

walking back up the stairs and upon opening the door nothing could of prepared you for the sight you were about to see

Alex was spread in the middle of the bed, completely naked, stroking himself head with his thrown back

you almost dropped the glass what do you do in this situation..interrupt him?

but god he looked hot

you walked over to the dresser placing the glass down as quiet as possible turning around getting ready to leave when you heard him moan

your name ?

he repeated your name like a prayer opening his eyes to you watching him

"y/n.."

"i have you a glass of water Alex, some snacks"

"come here please"

you crawled over to be sat next to him trying to keep your eyes from wandering

he used his free hand to stroke some of your hair behind your ear and cup your chin and kiss you

it was an eager kiss a kiss that would be forgotten in the morning this whole thing will be forgotten in the morning

he ran the hand down from your chin to your neck to your breasts squeezing them

"you're so hot y/n-"

"Alex stop" using all you had to pull your lips off his you didn't want to but it was for all the right reasons

"you're drunk Alex-"

"we're both drunk Y/n come on i want you"

"but i'm not as drunk as you i can't take advantage of that, so come on, let's just go home and go to bed, i'll let you get..dressed and i'll be in the hall"

getting up and allowing him to get changed back into his clothes you wanted him but you couldn't admit that, kissing him felt like a one shot opportunity at heaven that you have probably missed for doing the right thing

he shortly came out after and you both walked downstairs saying goodbyes to your friends and thank yous for the party

the drive home wasn't long you could hear Alex mumbling in the back as you parked the car

you said good nights to Alex and shortly went to your own bedroom next door

did he really want you?

you did the right thing though you stopped the situation or any regrets from happening, what were you going to say tomorrow will you even speak tomorrow

he turned you on and made you hot just from the kiss and the way he was with his words

he knew how to have and get his way and he knew he had that power

you traced your hand down to the hem of your panties and began to playing and toying with yourself your mind nowhere but Alex

all you could think about was Alex imaging it was his hand rubbing your clit

your unattended hand went to your breast and began squeezing at it

again thinking of Alex

"Oh Alex" you moaned to yourself tossing your head to the side

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The next morning you woke up feeling probably no where as bad as Alex probably was

you made your way downstairs to the kitchen

"hey. y/n"

"Hey Alex" catching you off guard

"you feeling okay?"

"yeah, you"

"yeah i'm okay"

did u bring it up?

"what's wrong?" he chuckled

"nothing it's fine"

"you're tense" and his hands came up to your shoulders from behind catching you off guard

"was i bad last night"

you didn't answer

"go on tell me what i did"

"honestly it's no big deal Alex"

"oh i think it is"

"you remember?"

"yeah but i wanna hear you say it"

"you were drunk honestly i'm not bothered by it"

"you're not bothered about it at all?"

you shook your head

"then why were you moaning my name last night?, i've gotta be honest i fantasise about you too"

what the fuck

"do i make you nervous? you want me to touch you?"

"Alex i-"

he stared down at you

"your bedroom, i'll be there in 5"

you went immediately to your bedroom desperate for time to hurry up and Alex came shortly after

"this where you played with yourself thinking of me?"

he crawled over your body that was propped up on your elbows

"can i?"

you nodded

"no, honestly. words"

"yes, you can Alex"

and with the consent he wanted her kissed you with passion

it was better than last night only because you knew he wanted you and that you could actually have him

one of his hands came down to your shorts tugging them downs and he lightly ran his fingertips over your clothed core

"Alex please"

"is this how you did it or..do it"

he slipped his hand under the panties and didn't waste any time on starting to play with your clit

you grabbed at his bicep that was next to your head where his hand was holding himself up above you

he inserted one of his fingers inside you causing you jolt your hips up for more, wanting him deeper

"what does your y/n want eh?, another finger?"

you nodded like your life depended on it

he added another finger inside you, immediately bucking your hips up as he began to move his fingers in and out of your dripping heat

"faster Alex please"

all he did was cock his head to the side, smirk and make your wish come true

he quickly fastened the pace of his fingers and the intensity was overwhelming

his eyes never left your face as he watched you with your mouth hung open

"Alex im gonna cum don't stop" you babbled at this point

your whole body wasn't in your control anymore the upper half of your body was lifted off the bed as your legs began to twitch as his fingers still moved inside of you

"that's it.." he whispered

after he removed his fingers from you and you came down

he watched you in adoration stoking some of your hair behind your ear

"you're a right beauty.."

"Alex i-"

"what is it?"

"fuck me"

"condoms?"

"top draw..." you whispered you didn't really believe it was happening with him right now

watching his every move with fast reactions

you were spread out for him and he lined himself up with your entrance slowly pushing inside of you

he went at a slow pace at first until you mouthed 'faster' at him that was his cue to go

he didn't leave any time he quickly began slamming into you harder and faster shocking you

your eyes brimming with tears as they ran down your face

it was all shocking he had shrunk you to such a position of dumbness

he fucked you senseless the only thing you could think of right now was his cock and the knot feeling inside of your stomach

all you wanted was to cum around him and him to cum inside you but maybe another time..

"you know ive always wanted this y/n, you feel so good God.." he panted

all you could do was stare back at him and nod

making up sentences and words wasn't something you could do at all

and then the feeling you felt mere moments before came back the knot in your stomach built up and you were bound to spill over

"go on y/n.. cum"

you cried and like before you shook but this time more intense, it was more than this fingers could've done to you definitely

and it lasted longer

"god y/n" he collapsed ontop of you panting and sweaty

you laid limp and very much pleased under him wanting to stay like this forever

"you're an image" he laughed pulling out of you and discarding the condom

he crawled back over to your side and kissed you

"you know..now it's over i might aswell tell you that i've liked you awhile"

"i didn't think you liked me that way Alex"

"i did and do never told you because you know we lived together if you rejected me..would be pretty awkward"

"God you're a joke Alex" laughing at him

"so y/n can i take you on a date?"

"there's no point Alex i want to be with you anyway"

"then..does (city) have a new dream team"

"we always were a dream team"

"And.. always will be"

he kissed you again longer this time,

"ill go run you a bath beautiful" he winked

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The Shirt

Description: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | There’s a debate about if you’re wearing Alex’s shirt. Except it’s not really a debate. Everyone knows the answer.

Word Count: 1.3k 

A/N: This was requested by an Anon, and I really hope you enjoy it. This shirt is definitely one of my all time faves on Alex so I couldn’t not use this one when the request came through. Please someone tell me that you agree that this shirt is beautiful on him. Likes and Reblogs are appreciated and I really hope you all enjoy xx

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“Is that Alex’s shirt?” Your best friend asks you curiously after eyeing it up for a while.

It didn’t fit your frame correctly at all. The seam where the shoulders should have ended was resting on the tops of your arms a good 2 inches away from where it should be. You’d tucked it into your black jeans and you’d made the material look even baggier on you.

The roses, that your best friend assumed were meant to lay over the wearers collar bones, were resting on the tops of your boobs and the black shirt was unbuttoned enough to show a little bit of your cleavage off.

Your best friend thought you looked stunning, you made it your own. But there was no way it was yours.

“No” You say as you look down at the black material that covers the top half of your body.  

Your best friend frowns at you over her coffee, “Well it’s not yours...”

“It is” You nod before picking up your own coffee and taking another sip.

You’d come out to meet her for a coffee as you did every year in the days after Christmas. The boxing day sales were still on and every year you went to the same cafe and sat at the same table and had the same coffee.

You both loved it and today you’d been out and got loads of stuff. Both of your wardrobes consisted mostly of black and red as it fit your aesthetic but you did both try and get a few different coloured things this year.

But you both came out with your fair share of black and red again.

“I’ve literally seen him in that shirt on stage.” Y/B/F grins at you still denying it. “What the fuck are you on about? It's not yours”  

It was the shirt with the roses on it. Your best friend was sure it could be googled and it would come up straight away, but you were stubborn about it.

You lean forward to emphasise your point, “I'm telling you right now, it is not Alex’s shirt”

“I’ll believe that when I believe he doesn’t think about you when he sings You’re So Dark” She grins and you sit back laughing.

The stuff about the shirt didn’t stop a few hours later either. You both go back to hers and Matt’s house as you had a later Christmas present that arrived in the post this morning for him.

After arriving and pleasantries were exchanged, you sat down and gave him his other present after he’d made the three of you a drink. But after the gift was open and his eyes weren’t distracted, he noticed your attire.

“Why are you wearing Alex’s shirt?” Matt asked you, frowning at you a little but there was amusement in his eyes.

Y/B/F burst out laughing and you immediately rolled your eyes whilst you swallowed the mouthful of your drink. Once the liquid travels down your throat you shake your head, “It’s not Alex’s”

“It literally is” Y/B/F giggles, sitting herself down next to Matt.

You say with wide eyes, as if it will help persuade them more, “I guarantee you it’s not”

“Y/N I bought it him for his birthday years ago” Matt tells you blankly and you want to wipe the smug look off his face.  

“That means nothing” You say, not wavering from your previous statements, “I could have bought the same one before I even got with him. You wouldn’t know that”

Matt holds his hands up at you but then points towards himself, “Are you really denying you're wearing Alex’s shirt? To me?”

“Yes” You say with a pointed look, “Because I’m not wearing Alex’s shirt.”

Matt and your best friend share an amused look before he looks back to you and shrugs, “Whatever you say.”

Later on, you get back home and you find that Alex isn’t home yet. He said this morning that he was going to see his Mum and Dad again whilst you were out with your best friend so you didn’t bother him with a phone call asking when he’d be back.

You decided to cook your dinner for later on as you knew you both wouldn’t want to eat until later on. But first of all you got changed.

Well, getting changed would involve you getting out of your clothes and putting other clothes on. You just stripped out of most of the clothes you had on.

So much so that when Alex walked in a few hours later, he found you sat on the settee in just a shirt. Initially he walked in and he could only see the back of your head as you were watching the TV and the entrance to your lounge was behind the settee.

When Alex walked in he got your attention with a ‘hey’, you lent your head back so it rested on the settee and said your ‘hello’ back to him.

Alex smiles and walks to the back of the sofa so he can lean down to kiss you. You smile into the small kiss when he does and you ask him how his family were even though you had a fair idea as you’d only seen them a few days ago.

Alex is in the middle of telling you all of his family were fine when he notices that your legs were bare and that you were wearing his old shirt. He walks around the settee so he can see you properly but he was certain the roses gave away that that was his black shirt.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Alex asks you curiously.

You shake your head and softly say, “No.”

“Y/N...” Alex laughs, “That is literally my shirt.”

You tilt your head to the side and correct him, “You mean our shirt?”

“Our shirt?” Alex laughs, raising his eyebrows as he sits himself down on the arm of the settee.

“Yes.” You grin up at him.

Alex looks you up and down and corrects himself, “So you're wearing our shirt?”

“I am.” You grin.  

“Why is that, love? And why is it no longer my shirt?” Alex asks you and when you get yourself up on your feet to walk over to him, you hold up two fingers at him.

“One...” You start, holding up a finger, “Because it's really comfy and it smells like you” You grin, walking closer before holding up another finger, “And two, because sharing is caring”

Alex smirks a little as you speak but he can’t help but look at you in his shirt like that. It comes down to the top of your thighs and his eyes can't help but roam. You look stunning.

Alex smirks a little as he looks at you and when you stop between his legs his hands rest on your hips as yours go around his waist, “Oh right, I see”  

You chuckle a little and press a kiss to his lips before you hug him. As you hug him, Alex holds your hips a little tighter and he kisses your cheek, and then your neck, and he places a kiss on the material that sits on your shoulder.

“So tell me something…” Alex says once you pull away a little from the hug. You smile and you nod for him to carry on.

Alex asks you, “If it's ours why does it only smell like me?”

When Alex kissed your shoulder just then he could still smell his aftershave on it and you even said just a minute ago that it smelled like him. So like your relationship always had been full of, he decided to carry on the teasing.

You grin at him and explain, “Because that's how it works in a fifty fifty relationship like ours is.”

Alex grins at you as you carry on to explain, “You let me wear your clothes... And I wear absolutely nothing underneath.”

The way a smirk twitched up onto Alex’s face then made you giggle. And Alex wasted no time attaching his lips to yours and getting the shared shirt off your body.

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