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dietmountaindewbae · 2 months

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please please please can you write me a fic where reader and Humbug Alex are both work colleagues (reader thinks Alex is goofy and nerdy - but boy she will be wrong) and they fuck in his office whilst a work party is happening downstairs. PLEASE

xxv. talk tonight

alex turner x reader

word count: 4739

summary: At an office party (humbug!) Alex watched you all by yourself, his heart tells him to hurry and talk to you before he loses the chance to.

warnings: ch*cking, scracth*ng, degrad*ng.

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The elevator doors shut close, and finally, some silence makes you feel at ease. You're not even close to feeling a buzz with the skinny glasses of sparkly champagne they served and as you traveled up the rooftop you propped a cigarette in your mouth.

You swing open the door of the building's rooftop, the company you worked for was having its 6th anniversary, and while everyone was celebrating downstairs, you were aching for some time by yourself. The fresh cold allowed you to breathe but it only made goosebumps crawl up your back.

"Be careful there" Someone says from behind you, you are too close to the edge of the wall, so you turn around on your feet and face the man with the gentle voice.

"What are you doin' up here?" You say with a silly smile. Alex was one of the best workers at the company, he's been rewarded and recognized for his honest work and loyalty to the company, he's a good guy but socially awkward when it comes to going to bars late at night after working extra hours.

"Just wanted some space" You've never had a real conversation with Alex, let alone, be completely by yourself with him. Alex was a nice man, with his long wavy hair and his shy little voice and thick Yorkshire accent, he was decent, always serious but he had something likable and magnetic about him.

"Me too, are you having fun though?" You grab from your skirt your lighter and try to burn your cigarette, in the attempt you fail, and he leans in, grabbing the lighter and helping you light your cigarette, grabbing one from his box.

"Not quite there yet," He says, blowing the smoke away, "I'm waiting for the booze to kick in" You giggled, catching Alex's attention.

"It's the first time I've heard you say more than 4 words to me" Alex looks down to the floor smiling, he's quite shy but very nice, "I enjoy that..." He looks back at you with a smile, maybe it was the booze, but his radiant brown eyes looking at yours so deeply make you feel hot.

"What about you? How are you feelin'?" As you were talking, Alex's eyes ran down your body discreetly, you were looking sexy with your black mini skirt long sheer black knee socks, and grey silk button-up blouse, nearly unmade, your nails painted black, and your hair in soft curls. The smell of your perfume and the cigarette that burned in between your fingers blew him away.

"...But overall I think the party's ok, I just don't like the music the DJ chose" Alex smiles softly, and each time you talk he takes a step closer to you.

"Horrible set, isn't it?" You lightly chuckle nodding your head, "What kind of music would you like him to play?"

"Mmm... I dunno maybe the smiths? I love the smiths... I know it's an odd choice for a party but-"

Alex interrupted you by lightly putting his hand on your arm, his thumb caressing the soft material of your shirt, "No, no, not at all... it's much better than the trash they're playing" He noticed his hand on your arm, and you smiled as he took his hand away very shyly, as if he had to ask if it was ok even to do that, you crossed your eyes and he look down to the floor scratching the back of his head, "I-I..." He clears his throat, "Sorreh.... I know the DJ, he's an old mate, I can tell him to play some smiths for you" You see the way his body moves closer to yours, how his shoulders move unsteadily as he breathes, meaning his heart is beating fast, his eyes looking at you with hope, and you realized... someone has a crush on you.

"That would be great, thank you Alex" You and him head towards the door after throwing away your cigarettes, he opens the door for you and closes it once you are inside the building, you smile at him as your eyes crossed again, and you take initiative to grab his hand as no one was watching.

Getting involved with your co-workers was never an option for you, all the men that worked here were bitter and boring, always bragging about their money, faking a smile every time they talked about their marriages just to proceed to flirt with all the women at the copier room. You didn't have anything bad to say about Alex, he was a dork, a bit shy and awkward yet he was the most interesting and likable person in your office. He made himself present with little actions, he sometimes dropped by your desk to leave you a bagel or doughnut since you worked in the cubicle next to his, but you weren't the only one who received those little acts, so you thought nothing about it, he hardly even knew your name, but he always smiled at you whenever he saw you.

For all you knew, he was single, and he's very reserved, you only ever see him talking with Nick or Jamie, the drinks in you made your rules bend a bit, maybe see where this gets you, maybe nothing would happen, but if it did, you wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

The only rule that had to be respected was, not being seen flirting with him, rumors spread faster than the speed of light in your office, and you didn't want to ruin this little spark between you two for just one night.

As you and Alex step into the elevator, you drop his hand, being on opposite corners of the elevator, you cheekily smile at him, he looks visibly disappointed at how you dropped his hand. When the doors opened again, you two walked side by side, keeping a reasonable but choking distance from each other as if he was agreeing to your rules without you even having to tell him. As you walked past the people you stepped into the disco-style dancefloor with squares of neon lights, and Alex walked forward to the DJ, saying hi to the guy with fuzzy curly messy hair, black headphones on his neck, grey sweatpants, and funny sunglasses.

He whispers something to his ear, and the guy nods and they switch the music. You hear the hypnotic sound of the intro of 'How Soon Is Now?' by The Smiths, you're lightly divided by people, but he's still able to watch you dance, and you look beautiful as you do. He sees you smiling, laughing, and having fun with the other girls, but your eyes are only on him, and his on yours.

Alex wasn't a man of many words, but ever since you had come into the office, a part of his heart had started to beat so rapidly, that he always turned to look at you whenever you untied your tight ponytail and let your hair fall, whenever you stretched your back and he could see the outline of your chest peek through your shirt, he was gone. He never tried to speak to you, he was too self-conscious to do so, he lived all of his fantasies of you and him in his head, he had the sound of your voice engraved on his head. Whenever you dropped something he was always there to pick it up and hand it to you, or when the printer was out of paper he was the only one that gave you some new paper to work on, every day when he arrived with fresh goods he made sure you were the first to get the warmest piece or the biggest slice. He did all of that, but you didn't think it was out of a crush, you thought it was him just being nice, and man if he could tell you how wrong you were.

In his head, you two had thrown away all of the people and there was only you and him dancing to some old music that no one thought was fit for the occasion, but you thought there was no better timing than this one, but the fun ends as you feel someone's breath on your neck, one of your supervisors drunkenly whispers close to your ear...

"That skirt fits your bum very well" You rolled your eyes and walked away, not saying another word, Alex following you closely. He catches you at the elevator just in time sliding inside.

"Hi," He says out of breath, you giggle and he brushes his hair away, "Where are we going?" You smiled as you heard the excitement of his voice.

"Well, I was planning to go the rooftop again..." You say looking down to the floor, he saw how that man had whispered to your ear something that woke up a flaming rage inside you, something so profoundly disgusting, you just wanted to get away as fast as you could.

"I have a better idea..." You smile, he presses down at the button, and he waits patiently in the opposite corner, facing you with a smile, you wonder in your head where he was taking you, while he was battling in his head what else could he say to keep you interested, he thought he could bore you at any given time. The doors of the office were open, the lights were completely down, and only the lights of the city that shone through the cracks of the curtains could show you two the way. He noticed you were afraid to step inside, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, "The cameras are down for the night, don't worry love, no one's gunna 'now we were here"

You smiled, "I'm not worried about that... just not a big fan of the dark..." You giggled and he played along with you, he grabbed your hand tighter, making your cheeks lightly blush as you walked into his cubicle, you sat on his desk while he pulled from a corner a carton box and took out a big bottle of whisky, "I didn't take you as a bad boy, Al"

"Well, this is the only thing that takes some of me headaches from when me and Jamie stay late doin' those bloody Excel sheets" Then he takes out from his pocket his MP3 connecting it to the little speaker next to his desk, playing more music for you as he quickly goes to the break room and fetches you a plastic cup and a soda. He sits on his chair and pours you some coke and whisky, and when he severs you a good amount of alcohol he hands you the cup and grabs the bottle touching the edge of the bottle with your cup and you both drink away.

"Thanks... I couldn't handle more wine... needed something stronger" You smile at him, and he brushes his long hair away.

"Do you wanna know something else about the office?" You smile and nod your head, fixing your hair to the side, he shuffles on his chair and you hear the sound of his lighter coming off, he puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, blowing the smoke up directly without causing the fire alarm to go off.

"What the fuck?!" You both break into laughter, "Oh my God!-" He lightly shushes you to make you talk quieter, you keep laughing until your abdomen hurts, and you sip on your drink once more, "Imagine the day I decide to set my supervisor's chair on fire... God"

"He's a dickhead" You nod your head.

"I don't even wanna say anythin' else, I mean he doesn't touch me or anything but that doesn't mean he cannot say anything to me... which is what angers me" He nods his head, turning on the lamp next to his computer, "Thanks"

"I wanted to see you while you're talking" He smiles, and you lightly blush once more, "Next time he says anything to you, why don't we put some tacks on his desk?" You giggle together, you can't help but stare at the way the corners of his mouth rise to make that cute smile appear, you like how discreet he was, lightly grazing your hand whenever he laughed, or how his eyes sweep down to gaze your body.

"I was wrong about you Al," You say, he drags his chair closer to you very slowly so you don't notice but you do, and you don't mind it, "You're the only interesting person in this office"

"Why is that? You're always laughing with Brian at the copier" You stare at him with a cheeky grin.

"Are you jealous or something?" You tease him, and he stutters into his words trying to fix his mistake.

"No, I just thought that... never mind" He looked away, taking another sip of the bottle, you grab the cigarette trapped in between his fingers, taking a drag and staring at him deeply.

"He's just a funny guy, there's nothin' much going on with me" His eyes light up, so after all, you weren't the only one who was concerned about him being single or not.

"I'm glad," He blurs out, making you both smile, "What is so interesting about me anyway?" You bit your bottom lip, taking a big sip from his bottle of whiskey, the liquor scratching your throat but it goes down easily once you sip on your coke.

"I mean, isn't it obvious?" You smile at him, starting to feel a bit dizzy, he takes a big chug of his bottle while you talk, "I just know that you don't say everything that you think, there's more to you"

"You're not far from the truth," He says nudging his head and leaning closer to you, resting his elbow on his desk next to your leg, you saw his face properly now, and he was a dream.

"Why? Is there something you want to say to me, Alex?" You teased leaning in closer to his face, your hand almost touching his, you could smell his cologne now, the space in between you two almost being none.

"I'm afraid there aren't enough words for that" He looks down to the slit in your shirt, your arm squeezing your tits together, he could see your black lace bra perfectly, he had this insatiable need for you, "But as you know already, I am not a man of many words, I take actions" His eyes looked down to your lips, licking his, already drooling to get a taste of your lips, until you suddenly pulled away, scratching the back of your head, "Wait, what happened?"

"If this is going to happen, we can't kiss"

"But..." There has to be a but always.

"I'm not gonna do it if we're gonna be awkward in the mornin'" You cross your arms sitting comfortably on the desk.

"I'm not like that," He says with a smile, but he sees your position and your limits, he just wanted a little bit of you, from the moment he saw you outside all by yourself under the moonlight with your beautiful eyes and lips smiling to him he knew he had to strip out of his costume and talk to you at that moment, he needed and wanted you now than anything, "If you don't want me to kiss you, can I at least touch you?" You bit your lower lip, sitting upright, his eyes only looking at you and not anywhere else begging you to say yes, he desires you with a big ache, you see it right in his eyes, just as transparent as glass.

"Yes.." He cups your cheeks and his face approaches yours, looking at you with lust, his lips peck the inner corner of your lips, traveling up to your earlobe, his fingers lightly playing with your hair, and his lips kissing your neck very gently at first, but then he licks his lips, kissing your neck with big wet kisses all over the place, sniffing every last bit of your perfume. He kicks away his chair, standing up to run his hands down your sides, unbuttoning your shirt gently, sneaking his hands to your bra, kneading your tits and squeezing them hard, you sigh and he breathes in your quiet moans and sighs like smoke, letting it consume him from the inside out.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful" He whispers into your ear, kissing the left side of your chest, where your heart is, you try to fight the urge to kiss him, but impatiently, he's in great need to show you real pleasure, to tear down your rules and let him taste your mouth, there was nothing he desired more in that moment.

You untuck your shirt, letting him enjoy the taste of your skin, and his hands feel your bare skin, his hair lightly tickling your neck, and you couldn't escape the need to run your hands thru his soft curls, lightly pulling on his hair as he lets your tits spill out from your bra, sucking on them and nibbling your nipples with his teeth, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking every inch of your skin, leaving red bruises on your chest so you don't forget who's been there the next morning.

He momentarily pulls away from you, his lips tearing off your skin like scar tissue on your knees, "What?-"

"You were right, love," He says, the look in his eyes sending shivers all over your body, "I haven't told you everything"

"What else have you got to say to me?" His hands slowly travel down to your legs, riding up your skirt until they unravel your black lace underwear.

"I've been watching you ever since you came here, every day, every time you felt exhausted and you stretch your back against the chair, I just want to make that go away... make you feel brand new... drop a note and tell you to meet me in the bathroom, and make you sigh out of pleasure and not from being tired, I only see you" His eyes dug in yours as he kneeled in front of you, "Maybe you think I'm quiet and dorky, but you don't even know for how long I've been thinking of you like this" His knuckles pull your soaking wet panties to the side, his eyes watching you as his fingers enter your body and his lips suck on your pussy harshly, slowly your orgasms started to get louder and louder each time his fingers rimmed your walls. Shamelessly he licks your pussy up, swallowing every ounce of the wetness that leaks out of you, "You're so fuckin' tight babe, taste so delicious"

"Fuck... please, don't stop!" You push his head in between your legs, starting to feel that ache getting bigger and bigger as he sucks right at the spot you needed hard, his fingers fuck your pussy faster, filling up that hole so well, more wetness rushes out from your legs, your end is yet to come, you feel it crawling up from your belly to your chest, starting to form in your throat as a scream until he takes his mouth off from your warmed up cunt, leaving you to breathless and needy for more.

He covers your mouth with his hand, sliding down his fingers covered in your arousal into your mouth, your lips sucking them hard until he makes you gag around them, pulling them out from your mouth with a string of saliva, "Can you be quiet for me?" He says it in such an easy way you're so amazed.

"Mhm," You bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me babe... are you gonna let me fuck you or are you just gonna pretend your pussy isn't drooling for some of it?" Your cheeky smile is no competition for him, he's certain you're in great need of more than just fingers and sucking.

You grab the buckle of his belt, undoing it very slowly, your hand palming his hard-on, you smiled as you felt the size and weight of his cock, biting your bottom lip as you take him out of his boxers and see him on the flesh. The tip of his cock leaked some wetness, he sighed as you give his veiny cock a few strokes, the tip of your thumb rubbing down his head, spreading it all over his cock. His hands cover your mouth pushing your head back and his tip rims your clit, lubing up his cock with your juices. You were trying to find a way to get more pleasure from him but the only way was right in front of you, "You know what to say babe... don't act like a dumb little cunt"

Your eyes lock in his, his lips a few inches close to yours, to kiss your lips, "Fuck me, Alex, please..." You bite your lower lip as the tip of his cock slides down tightly inside you, making you sigh. His fingers dig into your thighs, and you rock yourself against him, your elbow in the desk while the other holds Alex's shoulder tightly, his hand gripping the wall and the other one in your lower back. He rocks his hips against yours, fucking you slowly and passionately, the tip of your nose against his, he liked to watch your pupils dilate as he buries himself deep inside you.

"I loved leaving you just like that... soaked in all of your juices for me cock to slip inside you... God, you're so fuckin' wet for me... you fuckin' cock lovin' whore"

"Fuck you" You pant, "Fuck you Alex" You push your hips against his harder, his hands scattered in the back of your head, wrapping his arm around you, driving his cock in and out of you so hard, you were slowly losing yourself in his arms, enjoying how good he's fucking you.

"You love it," He says with a grin on his lips, his lips moaning against yours, grazing each other, laying one in another, but so far from being sealed together, that kept him on the verge, everything being strictly physical, the desire of wanting the feeling of your lips around his will bother him for the rest of the night.

Your tits bounce against his chest, sweat drips down from his forehead, and he's forcing himself to handle longer just for you to come on his cock so hard your whole body would feel light and high in the sky. You grip his shoulder tightly, holding yourself up with your hand, his fingers wrapped around your neck as he feels your pussy dragging him in, getting tighter with each stroke of his cock in your walls. His thumb went down in between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight little circles, forcing you to come, your abdomen pushing out your last cry of pleasure, and you choked out a little sigh of relief.

Alex was fast to pull out of you, you watch how his hand made a fist around his cock, and you didn't want him to finish like that. You willingly get down on your knees, and blow him thoroughly, "Jeeesus fuckin' christ... fuck!" He made a fist with your hair, "You want me to cum in your mouth, babe?" You hummed as a yes, sucking him harder as he drove your head back and forward. He drove his hips into your mouth, pushing your head until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag all over him, feeling him come inside your mouth in hot spurts at the feeling of your soft plump lips. You swallowed without him having to say it, "Mmm... fuuckin' hell, that was..."

"Really good," You said, he helped you get to up from the ground, holding hands and smiling at each other.

"You're ok? Your knees don't hurt or anything?" You giggled lightly, feeling a little strange about how much he cared for those little things.

"No, no, I'm alright" You turned to fix your blause, putting each button back on, and when you faced him back, you saw him staring at you with his big puppy eyes in awe, "What?"

"You've... um, your eye... I'll fix it" He grabbed the edge of his sleeve, he was wearing a basic white button-up shirt, denim jeans, and a belt. He cleaned the stain in your eye from the crying, and while you fixed your hair, he put everything in his desk back in order.

"Thank you, Al," You said with an honest smile, "I had fun"

"Sounds like a goodbye," He says with a fainted smile.

"No... it's not, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He fakes a smile and says yes with his head, before you head out, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in to give you a warm hug, you lean back to get a better look at him and say, "Sweet dreams, Al"

"You too" You break the hug, leaving the confused man with his big brain and questions all by himself.

When he drove to his apartment and laid down on his bed, he grabbed his phone, wanting to send you a message, but what type of message? You said you were ok, even said you had fun, but he was hooked. He was aching to know more about you, to know what you think. The rest of the night he kept looping around in his head every word he said to you, and everything you and him had done. He didn't want to sound so needy, but at least he wanted to talk to you.

The next day at the office when Alex sat on his chair, he smiled, vividly remembering what had happened the night before. But he knew something felt strange, he felt something was missing, this feeling was bittersweet, and you came right in through the door with your black low-waist pants, heels, and baby pink shirt with some buttons undone, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

There was a moment when everyone was working quietly in the cubicle, and he pushed himself up from his chair, walking through your cubicle he dropped a little purple post-it note at your desk.

"Break room"

That's all the letter said.

You put the note away in your purse, walking to meet him, you closed the door and he was waiting for you behind it.

"Hey," You said with a gentle smile.

"I- um" You sighed, thinking you knew well what he wanted to say. So, you cut him up before he did.

"Nothin' happened last night, you can forget about it... we had fun, let's leave it like that" But before you could escape him he pulled you back in by your wrist, making shivers run up your arms.

"No, I wasn't gonna-" He smiles very kindly to you, making you feel warm, "I just wanted to ask you out for dinner, tonight... if that's ok?" A little smile crawls from the corner of your mouth.

He liked how you looked with that little smile in the corner of your lips, that little blush creeping up your cheeks, "Yeah, yes"

You both smile at each other very shyly but happily, you nod your head and slowly take a step back but he leans in, his arm wrapping around your waist, "Now that we're sober... is the kissing policy revocable? or..." You break into laughter and take a step closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how just a simple little kiss on the lips could feel so electrifying, his lovely warm lips open to kiss you properly, he tasted the fresh cappuccino in your mouth with soft cinnamon in your breath, mixing with the taste of your lipstick. He tasted like black coffee and a cigarette bright and early in the morning, a mixture that makes one become an addict.

When you pulled back some blush creeps into your cheeks, "I'll see you later then..." You said.

"Last one before you leave" He pulled you in, giving you another soft kiss on your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before your lips tore apart.

A/N

I'll be posting more of your requests soon! I love you all, and I've taken some time to make the playlists fitted for the chapters, some will be longer than the others but I hope you enjoy them all.

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indiee19 · 4 months

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From The Backseat

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: At a party, (AM!) Alex takes you to his car and fucks you

Word Count: 2,030

a/n: i missed writing so much. part 2 is being written at the moment. enjoy!!

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The music was loud. The drinks were strong. And you were having a blast. You ended up at this L.A. party with three of your friends after they asked for you to join since you hadn't been out in a while. They were excited to say the least when you said yes to their request.

"Honey!!" Your friend Bianca shouted over the blaring music. "Are you having a shit ton of fun because I sure as hell am!" Bianca was one of the three friends you came with, the others being Naomi and Chloe.

You replied with, "Yes, B, I'm having a shit ton of fun." She smiled happily, hugging you. She absolutely reeked of whiskey and vodka. "How much have you had to drink?" You asked.

She giggled. "Oh, just a teeny, tiny amount," she said while pinching her fingers to show 'how little' she drank, slightly leaning on you. Bianca's head perked up though when she saw a handsome man staring at you. "Oh, honey, I think someone likes what he sees," she pointed at the stranger staring at you from across the room.

The stranger was wearing black pants, black boots and a white button up that had very few buttons done up on it. His hair was dark and styled back into a gelled quiff. He looked extremely fucking hot. In his right hand was a glass of what looked like whiskey. And a ring adorned one of his pinky fingers.

Just as he was staring at you, you began to stare at him. Your eyes met for just a split second and immediately you blushed and looked away. Bianca noticed. "And I can see that you like what you're looking at, too," she smirked.

The stranger smirked and placed his glass down on the table beside him. He began to walk over to you. The colored lights from the party illuminated him and his features, making his sharp jawline stand out even more. The lights accentuated his nose and you could see his biceps slightly through the material of his shirt. God, he was fine.

He finally reached you and leaned his arm against the bar behind you. "I'm Alex. And you are?" His voice was thick with a Yorkshire accent and that made him even more hot. You took a moment to answer him, still in disbelief that he was talking to you. But you eventually told him your name.

"And I-I'm Bianca, if you cared to know. Which you don't. So I'm just gonna go find Naomi and Chloe," Bianca said, embarrassed that she introduced herself like that. You and Alex laughed. "Have fun, honey," she said as she walked away. You were absolutely positive she sobered up just to say that and see your reaction.

"Sorry about Bianca, she's a little drunk," you laughed. He chuckled out, "It's no problem, me friends are a little drunk, too."

You laughed because of the irony. Neither you or Alex were drunk. Yeah, you'd both had your fair share of drinks, but you weren't drunk by any means. Hell, neither of you were barely tipsy. Yet, all of your friends were just a little drunk or tipsy.

"I seen you from across the room," he said.

"I saw you staring at me," you replied, a small smirk appearing upon your face.

"You were staring, too," he smirked back. Before, you couldn't really smell his cologne but now you really could. The smell of it and his voice was all you focused on as you looked at him and him only. "What about it?" You were quick to reply, trying to sound confident in front of Alex.

"Well, you see, we both have something in common," he raised his eyebrow at you.

"And what might that be?"

Alex leaned in closer. As he spoke you could feel his breath on your neck. "We both like what we see, and I think you and me both would like to act on it."

The way he spoke drove you mad. His voice alone got you wet. Your eyes met his and you bit your lip. "Would you like that, doll?" He asked, slightly deepening his voice. You sighed, "Yes." It was just loud enough for Alex to hear.

His free hand reached up towards your neck and he whispered in your ear. "Then, follow me so I can fuck the shit out of you." That did you in.

Mere minutes later, you were pushed up against a wall by the bathrooms. No one was around and you and Alex were too eager to wait any longer. His hands went to your thighs and forced you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He was about to carry you into the bathroom, and then he heard someone coming towards you both. "Fuck," he sighed. He had to think quickly and think quickly he did. He sat you down on the ground and grabbed your hand. "Follow me," he said.

You asked, "Where are we going?"

"To my car. I'm gonna fuck you in the backseat," he quickly replied. Fuck. The idea of getting fucked in his car riled you up. Fucking in the bathroom was one thing because there were walls and no one could see you. Fucking in the car meant that you could be caught just by someone walking past you both.

He was quick to lead you out to his car, more eager than you were to fuck. Quickly, he unlocked the black car and opened the door to the backseat. "Get in," he said, motioning for you to get in as quickly as you could. He followed and grabbed you by the neck. "The one good thing about fucking in a car instead of the bathroom is that you can be as loud as you want," he smirked. He pulled you in for a kiss and his hands went to work to get your blouse off. He pushed it off your shoulders and threw it into the front seat so it'd be out of your way.

You undid the few buttons on his shirt and threw it into the front seat as well. Alex's hands started to caress your chest and he pulled away and asked if he could take your bra off. You nodded and he was quick to do so. He started to caress your breasts and he dipped your head down to bring one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hand entangled in his hair, slightly messing it up, pulling on it. One of his hands fondled your other breasts, and the other went down to your shorts, tugging on the button as if he were asking if he could take them off.

He lifted his head away from your breast and he was quick to get rid of your heels. Then he unbuttoned your shorts, slowly pulling the zipper down, teasing you. Then he pulled them off along with your panties. "Fuck," he almost moaned. "You're so fucking hot."

He pushed you completely down on the seat and he went to kiss you, one of his hands going to tease through your folds. "Shit, you're so fucking wet. . . All for me?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes," right as you replied he pushed in two of his calloused fingers, slipping in easily from how wet you had become. You gasped at the push and closed your eyes. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of you. In and out. In and out. Over and over again, getting you closer to the edge.

His head went to your neck, sucking on a spot as his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles on it. You tugged on his hair and started to moan. His fingers sped up, as did his sucking on your neck. Goddamn did he know how to use his fingers.

"I'm close," you moaned, pulling on his hair.

"Cum on my fingers, doll," he rasped out, pressing down hard on your clit whilst harshly pumping his fingers. The feeling pushed you over the edge. Moaning as your walls closed around his fingers, panting when you come down from the high.

He pulled his face away from your neck and looked at you. His lips were flushed and his hair was messed up from where you'd pulled on it. "Fuck, you're fucking hot," he said, quickly sitting up to unbutton his pants, pulling them down just far enough with his boxers to pull out his cock.

Alex was painfully hard and precum was leaking from the tip. He maneuvered himself just a little to be sitting over you before grabbing your legs and spreading them for him. One of his hands kept your leg spread open and the other went to line his cock up with your entrance. He began to push in and you were so wet that it took one thrust for him to be completely inside you.

You let out a loud moan and shut your eyes when he started to move. His hands were both now situated on your legs, holding them open and using them for leverage as he thrusts in and out. Alex was letting out loud moans, head thrown back, mouth agape. He took your legs and pushed them up as close to your chest as he could, making you feel him even deeper.

Your hands grabbed at his biceps and pulled him down to kiss you. And you don't know how, but he felt even bigger and deeper than previously. Your hands went to his back and started to scratch down it. He sped up when you did. "Fuck . . . fuck me, you feel good," Alex moaned. He pulled you over so that you could be on top of him.

He grabbed your hips when you were taking too long to move and he started to pull you up and down on his cock. Every time he pulled you down onto him, he thrust upwards, making sure that you feel all of him.

Then, his thumb went to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. "Oh, fuck," you said, hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm gonna cum," you said.

"Cum all on my cock, doll," he rubbed your clit harder and thrust as fast as he could. One final thrust and harsh flick to your clit was enough to push you over the edge. You let out a loud moan and threw your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he kept moving you on his cock. Your walls fluttered around him and you collapsed against as he still kept moving.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum. . . Where do you want it?" Alex moaned.

"In my mouth," you said. He pushed you off of him and you got on your knees to take him into your mouth. "Fuck," he moaned out, hand gripping your hair and pulling it to move you up and down on him. Your mouth was warm around him, making him moan at the feeling.

His tip hit the back of your throat every time you bobbed your head. You hollowed your cheeks around him, licking his tip. "Fuck, your throat feels amazing," he moaned, starting to thrust his hips into your mouth. Then, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and he finally came, thrusting wildly into your mouth, holding you down on him.

Once he came down, he pulled you off his cock and pulled you in for a kiss. He began to deepen it before you pulled away to catch your breath. "Can't get enough of you, I swear," he said in a lower voice tone. "Would fuck you all night if I could."

You bit your lip at the idea. Alex noticed and lightly chuckled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes," you said.

"Why don't we take this back to my place then?"

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kanesturner · 10 months

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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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leafjoon · 7 months

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When you get like this

Words: around 3k

Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol, minor mention of violence, jealousy, rough sex, degradation, dom!alex, sub!reader, daddy kink (only mentioned once), aftercare.

You and Alex had planned to go to Jamie's birthday party.

You weren't particularly excited since all you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend, cuddle and laze around in your apartment. Lately, it had been work, work and only work for the both of you. You hadn't had much time for, well, anything. Needless to say you were feeling more than just a little bit sexually frustrated.

"Babe, I know, I'm sorry. We'll just hang around for a couple of hours for Jamie and get going okay? Promise." Alex pleaded trying to convice you.

"Ugh I know. Its not that I don't wanna be there for Jamie, I'm just grumpy and tired and I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. So much." He says while enveloping you in a gentle hug.

He pressed his lips on your cheek and gave you a pleading look.

"Fine. Lets go get ready."

"Thank you, darling. I'll make it up to you tonight." He said in a gentle tone.

Well, you were definitely excited now.

The party was in full swing when you arrived, albeit slightly late because it took you a little longer than usual to get ready.

You looked gorgeous, wearing your favorite short red dress that always left Alex drooling for you. It gave your thighs just the perfect amount of coverage, stopping mid-thigh, driving him crazy.

"Fuck babe, you know what that dress does to me." he said groaning.

"Really?" You said teasingly, fully knowing the way he was going to eye you up all night.

His friends were already smashed and you had some catching up to do, so you started ordering drinks at the bar and downing a shot of tequila or two.

You and Alex were catching up with Jamie and Miles, sharing stories and having a laugh. You guys had all taken turns to tell each other the most ridiculous thing you've done while drunk.

They started teasing you after you told them about that one time you were out partying with your girlfriends at a club and a man had smacked your friends ass. You, being shitfaced naturally punched him square in the face out of instinct. After that, security intervened but not without questioning you and throwing your friends out. This left you and your friends frustrated since you were only protecting yourselves from assault but it made for a funny story.

"You know, (Y/N) I never took you for a violent person, but now that you told us I don't know how I didn't see the signs earlier." Miles said and cackled.

"Yeah, I ought to be careful not to upset you now." Jamie continued.

"I can't believe you guys didn't notice before." Alex said dramatically.

"What are you talking about Alex, that's not true!" you said while hitting his chest lightly.

"Oh, there it is!" Miles exclaimed and you all started laughing.

"I'm just teasing you babe." Alex whispered in your ear and snaked his hand around your waist, which sent a shiver down your spine.

You shot him a playful look and you gazed into each others eyes for a few seconds.

After looking away you noticed a familiar figure standing a few feet from you. You weren't sure if your eyes were deceiving you. When he turned around fully you recognized him. It was your ex-boyfriend Thomas! More specifically the guy you had dated throughout college.

You had broken up because you both had different aspirations for your lives and knew it wouldn't work out long distance. The break-up had been amicable and you still held respect for each other and talked when your paths crossed. This time was no different.

"Oh my god, Thomas, is that you?" You called out.

He looked at you and it took him a second to take you in. "Oh my god! (Y/N)! I haven't seen you in so long!"

"What are you doing here?".

"You mean in London, or this party?"

"Both!"

"Miles invited me."

"No kidding!"

"Thomas was my flatmate for a little while after college. How do you guys know each other?" Miles chimed in.

"You're kidding right? We dated in college." You exclaimed.

Alex perked up after hearing this and felt a bit strange at how excited you were to see him.

"This is so weird. How do you all know each other?" Thomas asked.

"Well we all met her through Alex here." Said Jamie.

"Oh, nice meeting you mate." He extended his hand to Alex with a smile.

"Likewise." Alex muttered returning the handshake.

While Jamie and Thomas exchanged pleasantries, you failed to notice Alex's gaze on you.

"So how have you been? What brings you to London?"

"I've been great! I came here to visit my mum."

You guys started catching up and were talking for about 10 minutes while the boys were chatting about something else.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure!"

"Still a vodka sour girl?"

"Yes. How do you remember that?"

"(Y/N), we dated for years. How could I not?" He chuckled.

"Fair point." You laughed.

Alex clenched his jaw when he saw Thomas bring you a drink. He wasn't sure if he was being irrational or if it was strange for your ex boyfriend to chat you up for this long. The thought left him with a sour taste in his mouth.

After a little while, you excused yourself from Thomas and told him that it was great catching up. He asked for your number and said you guys should hang out sometime. You thought that was a little weird but complied anyways. You figured he just wanted a friend.

You found Alex on a couch with Jamie and Miles all downing their drinks.

"Drinking your sorrows away tonight, boys?"

"Does it look like that?" asked Miles.

"We were just reminiscing on our youth." said Jamie sighing.

"Always a fun topic." You said while sitting down next to Alex.

"Where'd your friend go?" he asked.

"Oh I said goodbye to him. Wanted to join you guys."

"Nice." He muttered.

You noticed he was acting strange and didn't know if you had struck a cord by hanging out with Thomas.

Alex wasn't a particularly jealous man but he did get insecure from time to time. Although he never had anything to worry about with you, especially after reassuring him time and time again that you only had eyes for him.

"D'ya wanna go soon, love?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm getting a bit tired."

After a while you decided to get up and say goodbye to your friends. You noticed Alex was being silent and gripped your hand more roughly than usual. He lead you to the car and opened the door for you.

You mumbled a 'thanks' and got in.

While driving you turned on the radio and 12:51 by the Strokes was playing.

'Friday nights have been lonely, change your plans and then phone me.'

You were mouthing the words to the song and wanted to ask Alex if everything was okay.

Before you got a chance to do that, he put his hand on your thigh. You were slightly taken aback but put your hand on top of his.

He started gently stroking your thigh. You let out a sigh, observing his big hand gripping you. You definitely had a thing for his hands.

His hand began to inch closer to your crotch. Your breath hitched.

Your dress was giving him full liberty.

"Alex..what are you doing?" You said in a whisper.

"Nothing." He said cheekily.

He squeezed your thigh. You were getting a little worked up and he knew exactly what he was doing.

He removed his hand while stopping at a red sign. You squeezed your thighs together a little, trying to give yourself some stimulation to your growing arousal.

Alex noticed and asked "What are you doing?"

You were confused. "What do you mean?"

"You get to squeeze your thighs when I tell you to, alright babe?" He said while turning to look at you. His eyes were filled with lust.

Fuck. Fucking alright. "Okay." you muttered.

After a while he returned his hand to your inner thigh, pulling a little and causing your legs to spread. He was driving you crazy. He continued stroking and you remained silent for the rest of the drive.

Fuck, you thought. You knew where this was going. Alex rarely got like this but sometimes when you were feeling bratty, you teased him relentessly, which brought out his dominant and bossy side. Although this time around you didn't do anything to provoke him, you thought.

When you arrived at your apartment you quickly took off your shoes and jacket and got yourself a glass of water.

Alex followed you and stopped behind you. After a few seconds he pressed himself against you and put his hands on your stomach and waist.

"You looked really sexy tonight, you know." He whispered in your ear, hands roaming on your abdomen sometimes going a little lower.

"I know." You muttered putting your hands on top of his.

"Oh you do, don't you?"

"Yes Alex, course." you said furrowing your brows.

"Talking back huh? You in that mood babe?"

You whined quietly and pressed your head on his shoulder. You were squirming and soaking your underwear.

"Are you this worked up just from a few words?" He said while stroking your inner thigh once again.

"Yes.. and what about it huh?" You sighed loudly.

"You're such a brat." he said while turning you around and gripping your jaw to press his lips on yours hungrily.

You moaned loudly and pressed yourself against his body.

You made out, slipping your tongues into each others mouth's messily while your hands shamelessly roamed your bodies, groping whatever you could find.

"Alex.." you moaned.

"What?" He asked in a flat tone.

"Need you.."

"What do you need?"

"Fuck..you know what I need."

"You're gonna answer when I ask you something."

God, you thought. You might just burst right then and there. "Need you to fuck me..please."

He chuckled. "Begging already, my pretty baby? We haven't even done anything yet." He said while holding the back of your neck and pressed his lips gently on yours.

He brought his hands between your legs gently rubbing your clit.

"Fuck, Alex" you moaned breathlessly.

"Yes babe?"

"Feels good."

He continued for a few minutes.

"Too bad" he said and stopped.

"Alex!" You whined.

"You didn't think I was gonna give it to you that easily, did ya?"

You rolled your eyes at him and he gripped your face "Don't you roll your eyes at me."

Fuck. You wanted to talk back so bad but you knew he would just make you suffer more.

He softened a little and said "Let's go to bed." while taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

He pushed you down and climbed on top of you immediately attacking your neck, biting, sucking and kissing while pressing his hard length on your arousal.

You gripped his hair and tried to grind on him but he held your hips down as to stop your movements.

"You can move when I allow you to. Got it?"

You nodded.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"Good girl."

You moaned at the words and he smiled, knowing how much that turned you on.

He slipped your dress past your tits and grabbed them. He buried in face in them, inhaling your scent and moaning. He stayed there for a few moments then wrapped his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking it while flicking the nipple of the other one.

"Fuck, Alex." you whispered. You absolutely loved when he played with your breasts since your nipples were sensitive.

He switched and started sucking on the other one, giving it much needed attention.

You were aching for him down there and you knew it wasn't easy for him to have no stimulation but damn, he was determined to make you suffer tonight.

He pulled back and ordered you to slip out of your dress and watched you struggle with it.

"Can't do anything without my help huh? You're pathetic babe."

His words went straight to your arousal.

You were almost completely naked while he was still in his clothes. You pulled at his shirt and he watched you as you unbuttoned it. When you got down to his belt, he grabbed your hands and pinned them back to your head. "Not so fast, sweetheart."

He started grinding on your clit and you became a moaning mess in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck, Alex!"

He moaned quietly while staring into your eyes. "You're mine, you know that right?"

You stared at him, not responding, knowing it would drive him mad.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

He took one hand and smacked your thigh hard.

"Fuck!"

He smacked it again pulling a "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours" out of you.

"Good girl."

"Alex please, I can't take it anymore."

"I know babe." he said gently seeing how worked up he got you. He pressed his mouth on yours slipping his tongue inside and tasting you.

He pulled back and stroked himself a little through his clothes, looking painfully hard in his slacks. God what a sight to see.

He then leaned down and started sucking and biting your inner thigh.

"Alex, can you smack my thighs again?" You pleaded shyly.

He looked at you with with full blown lust in his eyes. "You're such a slut." He muttered.

You whined.

Fulfilling your request, he smacked them hard a few times, causing your skin to turn pink.

You moaned loudly and gripped his shoulders.

He then removed your panties, revealing your wet arousal. "God, you're soaking. All for me?"

"Yes.."

He took two fingers and played with your wet folds then brought his thumb to your clit, giving you much needed stimulation. You moaned while he played with your sensitive nub.

You whined loudly when he slipped one finger inside and heard him say "such a pretty pussy", fingering you. He insterted another finger, turning you into a moaning mess. You gripped his arms and pressed your nails into his skin, knowing you would leave a mark.

After a while he slipped his fingers out of you and started sucking on them wanting to taste you. "So good." he moaned.

"Alex.." you whispered slightly tearing up from the stimulation.

"What it is babe?" He asked gently. "Need me to fuck you like the slut you are?"

"Fuck, yes please!"

He returned to you and gave you a few kisses, cupping your face. Letting out a deep breath he sat up. He ordered you to turn around and get down on your fours.

You turned around, ass up, resting your face on your pillow anticipating what was to come. You heard him unbuckle his belt, pull down his zipper and slip off his clothes.

He took out the lube from the bedside drawer and make sure you were both lubed up and comfortable.

You waited impatiently as he lined his cock with your entrance and started teasing your folds with his tip.

"Ughh, Alex." you whined.

You tried pushing down on him but he gripped your hips tightly and said "Fuck, you want this cock badly huh? Want me to fill your pretty cunt and fuck you silly?"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you muttered a quiet "Please.."

"Daddy'll take care of your pussy babe".

He started inserting his cock into you slowly, pulling out a moan out of you. He let you adjust to him before he started moving at a tantalizingly slow pace just to tease you. Putting one hand on your lower back and the other gripping your hip he started moving faster giving you what you needed leaving you a shaking mess.

"Alex!" You moaned loudly.

"You like that?"

"Yes, please, don't stop".

"Fuck." he moaned as he fucked into you.

"God, you're mine. Say it slut".

"I'm yours, I'm fucking yours".

Filthy noises were filling the room as he pounded into you filling you up completely. You were at his mercy.

He brought up a hand to your clit and started rubbing it, driving you crazy. His other hand smacked your ass hard, leaving an imprint.

"Fuck!" You shouted.

"I love you Alex-" "I love you too."

He knew you were getting close by the way you were slamming yourself into his cock sloppily and falling silent, your mouth forming into a 'O'.

"Are you close baby?"

You only whined, not being able to say anything. He continued fucking you and you gripped the sheets feeling yourself slowly getting closer to your climax.

"You gonna cum on my cock?"

You screamed, seeing only white, letting go on his cock, clenching and convulsing while he gripped your hip and rode you through your orgasm, still stimulating your clit.

Alex was getting close himself, your orgasm sending him over the edge. "Fuck (Y/N)!" he moaned loudly and started releasing his hot load inside you, rolling his eyes and fucking into you as he finished his climax.

It took a few moments for both of you to calm down from your high. He pulled out of you gently, admiring how his cum dripped out of you. You slumped on the bed not having an ounce of energy to do anything. He laid down beside you, heart still beating loudly. After a few minutes he asked "You okay, babe?".

"Yes." you whispered.

"Hey." he said, putting one hand on your back, urging you to turn and face him.

"Was I too rough?"

You looked into his concerned eyes and shook your head. "No, it was amazing."

He moved closer to you and kissed you gently, stroking your hair. He took you into his arms.

"So, wanna tell me what happened tonight?" You broke the silence.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you don't usually fuck me senseless. Unless I act like a brat."

He chuckled. He hesitated. "I uh-I don't know. Got jealous I guess." He muttered the last part.

"Why?"

"I don't know. That Thomas guy was all over you. Made me feel insecure."

"Babe why? It wasn't like that. He and I are friends. You have nothing to worry about."

"I know that you meant no harm (Y/N) and for you it was probably like catching up with an old friend. But I can tell when a guy has other intentions. I know men."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Not all guys are like that." Even though you knew he was probably right about him. You continued "Either way babe, you have nothing to worry about. I love you, no one else."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

You stayed like that, holding each other for a while.

Later on, you got up to clean yourselves up and took a hot shower. Afterwards you huddled yourselves in your shared covers and fell asleep in each others arms.

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purfectstormzz · 8 months

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Baby I’m Yours | Alex Turner x reader (social media au)

Summary: in which we see how their relationship evolves over the years.

Pairing: Alex Turner x fem!reader

A/n: i just wanted to express my love for this guy by making a fic about him :)

Masterlist

Instagram.com

2010

Y/nY/l/n

Liked by MattHelders, JamieCook and 530000 others

Y/nY/l/n: Happiest birthday to the bestest friend I could’ve wished for. I love you Alexander..

Comments:

ArcticMonkeysfan1: Happy birthday Alex! Also Y/n and Alex are literally the cutest couple ever!

> AlexTurnerfan22: they’re together? I thought they were just friends.

> ArcticMonkeysfan1: They’ve been together since they were teenagers I think.

MattHelders: We need to get him on Instagram

> Y/nY/l/n: I’ve been trying for the past few months but he just doesn’t want to.

2011

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, NickO’malley and 67000 others

Y/nTurner: Mr and Mrs Turner❤️💍

Comments have been limited:

MattHelders: Congrats!

NickO’malley: Congrats you 2!

JamieCook: Congrats Mr and Mrs Turner!!

2013

Y/nTurner

Liked by JamieCook, MilesKane and 94000 others

Y/nTurner: We are so excited to tell you about our little family. On 4 June 2013 we were blessed with the birth of our baby boy. August Matthew Turner. We’re more than happy and words can’t explain how grateful we are for our little boy. We’re going to take a little break from everything to just spend some time with our little boy❤️

-Alex and Y/n

Comments have been disabled.

2014

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, ArcticMonkeysfan1 and 768000 others

Y/nTurner: Always fun to see the husband in action!

Comments:

AlexTurnerfan22: the second picture!!! Gosh you’re a lucky woman y/n!

JamieCook: always lovely to have you at our shows y/n.

ArcticMonkeysfan1: gosh this was such a good concert! I loved it!!

GhostCookie6: Petition for Alex to get social media…

2015

Y/nTurner

Liked by JamieCook, ArcticMonkeys and 985000 others

Y/nTurner: Our little family couldn’t be more perfect. On 13 April 2015 we were once again blessed with another perfect little boy. Elijah Miles Turner. We’re so happy and very excited to make so much memories with our little boys. We’re once again so grateful for this. We are taking a little break once again to spend time with our little boys.❤️

-Alex and Y/n

2018

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, MilesKane and 648000 others

Y/nTurner: Happiest birthday to the love of my life, the father of my children, the man that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you Alex.

Comments:

MattHelders: Happy birthday 🥳

ArcticMonkeysfan1: “the love of my life” I love them so much!

>AlexTurnerfan22: they’re the best couple ever!

MilesKane: Happy birthday Al!!!

2020

Y/nTurner

Liked by MattHelders, AlexTurner and 879000 others

Y/nTurner: @MattHelders he’s coming for your spot!

Comments:

MattHelders: Well he learned it from the very best😌

> Y/nTurner: He loves getting lessons from uncle Matt.

ArcticMonkeysfan1: The fact that their kids call the rest of the band uncles is so cute 🥰

AlexTurner: ❤️

> AlexTurnerfan22: OMG he has Instagram!!!!

> ArcticMonkeysfan133: They finally convinced him.

2023

Y/nTurner

Liked by AlexTurner, Bobbyskeetz and 768000 others

Y/nTurner: 20 years ago Alex and I started dating. So many people told us that it wouldn’t last because it was just teenage love. But 20 years, 2 kids and 12 year of marriage later we’re still going strong. There’s no one else I would rather spend my nights with than you. Happy anniversary Alex. I love you❤️

Comments:

AlexTurner: Happy anniversary baby. I love you❤️❤️

ArcticMonkeysfan1: They’re my favourite couple ever!!!

Yellamo23: My parents!!!

MattHelders: Happy anniversary😊

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #matt helders #nick o'malley #jamie cook #arctic monkeys #social media au #dad!alex turner

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Second chapter of 𝓐 𝓓𝓲𝓹 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼...!

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮: "𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓞𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓻..."

January 2013

Surprisingly, Sheffield wasn't that rainy tonight. One day of a break, which was great. Tonight, the local pub would be packed, and it would be a little party - The owner's birthday or summat. Not that it was entirely a huge deal... It would just be a nice social event, offering free drinks... Pizza and cookies. Great way to spend a night like this.

There were many pros and cons to being single. For one, it gave you the chance to focus on yourself, which was so important - Being a young adult was far from easy, but choosing to focus on yourself, and make solid choices and friendships. But hey, maybe you could dip into the dating pool again?

Shrugging, you paused the music playing on your phone, the album Born To Die by Lana Del Rey. You entered the bar, lights flashing and the noises loud. The air smelt like fried food and ale. The door opened again behind you, and you quickly cleared out of the way for someone else to come in. You took a deep breath, careful to not get overwhelmed. You sat down at a booth, and opened Tumblr as you waited for the lines for free food and drinks to clear up a bit.

Across the bar, a group of four men we're just trying to enjoy a night in their home city, and wanting to take a deep breath, take a night off. Be normal, almost, for a second.

The four men were in a band:

Arctic Monkeys.

Alex Turner was just trying to enjoy a night in his home city, Sheffield. After spending nights awake trying to write new music, and not think about his heartbreak, not think about... Much of anything.

He slammed down a shot, and laughed at a stupid dirty joke his best friend, Matt Helders, the drummer of the band made.

The bar was far from ornate, but it was home-y, which is exactly what the band needed. They sat at a booth in a clandestine corner. Jamie Cook, guitarist for the band had ordered a glass of Scotch, and Nick O'Malley, the bassist, was slowly sipping away at a Guinness. Matt was drinking an IPA, and Alex was slamming down shots of vodka.

"What shot was that, mate?" Nick inquired.

"Doesn't matter." Alex muttered.

Alex's eyes couldn't help but flicker around the room - The walls stained with sweat, the lights on the floors, the girls having a good time, the patrons, generally. Alex couldn't help but people-watch. The blushing, the shrugs, the couples, the snapping pictures, the romance in the air...

Finally, the lines had calmed down, and you trapped your free drink, and scooped up some pizza and a cookie or two. Putting aviator sunglasses on top of your head, and soon adjusting your lipstick... Lipstick that looked like a cigarette, how sly. You threw away your empty plate and adjusted your leather jacket collar, the black piece one of your favorites from your closet. A person you vaguely knew came up to you, smiling, and making surface-level jokes, which you feigned laughter at.

After another shot, Alex started listening closer to the music playing in the bar and tuning out his friends. Lots of loud music that some couples were dancing too - He supposed if it was a party, they'd want to play anthems for such an event, cultural mainstays for fast times. But no slow songs to approach anyone. Not that he cared. Romance had been rough ever since the last album he wrote, glimmers of hope turning to dust. Meaningless hookups or people coming after him for his fame. His friends had reached out, but... In a lot of ways, he found getting high and drunk easier. He thought he had found the love of his life... And he didn't want to think about that. And besides, smoking cigarettes and drinking pricey alcohol was good for his image.

Your eyes were glazing over. The nice thing about Sheffield was that most people were quite sweet. And you didn't mind. Whilst you longed for deep connection, it wasn't like the person you were talking to was an awful piece of shit. They complimented your unique style, and the makeup that you clearly put effort into. They made some jokes, but it was difficult for you to register such things - Social cues weren't your strongest suit. You would laugh at imaginary jokes, and thank God the other person - Some 20-something white lady that you already forgot the name of - was a few drinks deep. Or else you'd be more self-conscious.

And that's not what parties are for.

Alex took out a cigarette and lit it, his friends following suit. His eyes flicked over, until his eyes caught something in their visage.

You.

Does one believe in fate? Alex couldn't help but ask himself. The girl that he once saw a glimmer of in a crowd of a show, so beautiful that he wrote not one, but two songs about, here, in this bar. Right when he needed her. He was trying to get drunk and high, yet this young woman swept in.

He didn't even know your name, but he was so deeply entranced and felt a deep internal connection to you.

As your eyes continued to glaze over as the nice lady introduced you to some of her friends, which were a nice group to talk to for tonight, and '22' by Taylor Swift came in the speakers. Yeah - The bar was loud, but you'd recognize that beat anywhere. Excusing yourself, you walked over to a dirty dancefloor that other couples were dancing on. You started dancing on your own, even singing. And it didn't matter if they judged you - This town would be a different town tomorrow, and no one would care.

"You look like bad news, I gotta have you, I gotta have you!"

You boldly sang along, and after spinning around, your eyes met with someone.

Alex Turner.

"You don't know about me, but I'll bet you want to!"

Alex couldn't help but look you in the eyes - It was like your eyes were inviting him to come over and talk. Or was he projecting? He couldn't help but take in your gorgeous form... Your radiant smile, the leather jacket with the collar popped like an antenna, and the sunglasses atop your head... You were, in fact - That same girl. A piece of his heart had been stolen by you, and he wanted you to take more...

You saw your idol, and locked eyes with him! You kept contemplating if you would go up to him, going back and forth in your mind on if you should go up and talk to him. He then turned his head and sat back down at his booth with his bandmates. Wow, the whole band was here!

But... You were too nice a person. You didn't want to disturb this man... Didn't want to approach someone who was probably just trying to have a chill night, probably not needing some half-drunk coming up and begging for an autograph. Glancing at the clock, you excited the bar into the cold bite of water and wind that hit your face.

Alex turned back to the dancefloor, and saw your were already gone... His heart couldn't help but sink slightly. Were you just a figment of his imagination at this point? The alcohol and desperation were getting to him, which was far from a good combo.

He sighed, and told himself that if he saw you again, nothing would stop him from talking to you. Taking yet another deep breath, he started writing his drunken ramblings onto a small napkin, until something that looked like a lyric started to form.

"So you're on the prowl wonderin' whether she left already or not..."

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Femme like you - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the new tour manager for Arctic Monkeys during The Car era. You are practically the only girl in the team, also younger than the rest (27), so your skills are immediately called into question. In particular, by the frontman who is not used to being led by a woman.

Word count: 3,1k

Warning: age gap

A/N: Hi, you all!!! I'm so thrilled and excited to do this kind of stuff, but it feels like I'm making my dream come true. This series won't be very long even though I have an eye-watering number of moments I want to release in this fic, but English isn't my first language and it's pretty tough to write in it (so if you find any mistakes don't be afraid to text me and correct). I spent a lot of time to write this small opening chapter, that’s why following parts won't appear regularly, but I promise to uptade them every 2-3 weeks! They will definitely be longer that the opener😉

I read a lot of works with Alex, 'cause my addiction doesn't seem to disappear, so this idea just popped in my head and I couldn't resist. Never thought that I would be an author, not a reader in Tumblr, but voila - here I am. I really expect you to love it❤️

And yes, I know that their current tour manager is Steven Champan, but for the story I changed it slightly, hope you won't mind :)

“James, seriously?” Alex looked away in bewilderment from the bottle of Hennessy to Ford.

“More than you can imagine” producer chuckled. “I will be with my family in Scotland, I haven’t seen them in a while, and she will replace me for the UK and European parts only, it’s about one and a half months”.

Turner looked him up and down with a displeased look, still sitting on the couch with a bottle in his hands “That’s ridiculous. She has never worked with us! She will break into all our well-established processes, not knowing the specifics of the work and will only interfere. We'll make it on our own, not the first time, man, huh?” Alex decided to soften his tone a little to appease his friend and cutely knitted his eyebrows.

“Al, you are being childish. C’mon, we have already agreed on everything, she is a good specialist, don't let yourself be deceived by her appearance” Ford threw a jacket over his shoulders, silently saying that the conversation is over.

“Just because she's your friend's daughter doesn't mean she's good!” The singer spat out the last argument hoping to reach out to the conscience of their producer.

“Give her a chance, you won't be disappointed” James said mysteriously, closing the door quietly behind him and leaving the disgruntled frontman alone with his obsessive thoughts.

***

You sat in your car in the parking lot in front of the Domino Records headquarters, nervously clutching a Starbucks cup. There were still 20 minutes before the meeting, but you arrived early. All the documents had already been signed, the agreements had been discussed, but the most thrilling moment remained - the meeting with the group itself and the technical crew.

When James Ford, your father's old friend from university and at the same time music producer for Arctic Monkeys, called you several weeks ago with an unusual request, you simply didn't have a chance to refuse. You've been dreaming of working in this industry since 16, especially since you adored this group and were at their concerts six times. Being their manager for one part of the 7th album tour sounded like a fantasy, but here you are, sitting in front of their label building, where you have a meeting with the musicians. If you caught the lucky girl syndrome, then you definitely didn’t want to let it go. At least not now.

From the trance into which you plunged by shaking coffee in the cup, you were brought out by the deafening creak of tires on asphalt. You immediately snapped out and looked in the rearview mirror. An elegant Cadillac whistled and stopped 3 parking lots away from you just passing the dividing line.

You weren't stupid not to realize whose car it was. The passenger got out, slamming the door sharply. He was wearing a beige trousers and matching jacket with black vest underneath, translucent red aviators were on despite a cloudy day. Paying no attention to your car and not even bothering to close his, a man quickly walked inside the building.

You followed the door closed behind Alex Turner itself with a blank look, finished your coffee in one gulp and also got out of the car, taking your purse from the passenger seat. Having heard about his "punctuality", you assumed that everyone else had already arrived, so you walked to the building as well. "There's no point in delaying this moment, let's start early" you bravely told yourself.

The studio in southwest London wasn't as big as you expected it to be. The guard pointed you to room 14, saying that you were already awaited. Inside, the bright corridors were hung with rare photographs, including images of early Monkeys' concerts. You smiled slightly as you looked at the photos of four young people laughing with their hands in their pockets. "Nice time" you thought.

You didn't really understand why you were so inflamed. You are all adults, lads have been warned about the change in management in advance so it won’t be a surprise for them, what could be the problem? You had enough work experience to know what to do, you were excellently good-looking and successful, then why did your palms sweat? Immersed in your thoughts you didn’t notice that you had reached the end of the corridor and stopped at the half-open door, from behind which quiet voices could be heard.

“Oi, she better buy me a bottle of beer on the way, my head hurts after yesterday. Why did I come so early, gosh?”

“It's been 5 minutes since you've been here, and you've already blown my mind’’. Seemed that it was Matt.

"I prefer to come sober to meetings scheduled in advance, but for the future I will keep in mind to see you no earlier than Tuesday, Mr. Turner”. Maybe it wasn’t the best greeting phrase, but you just couldn't resist. When you entered the room with these words, 7 surprised pairs of eyes met your figure. Alex, Matt and Nick were sitting on a leather sofa in the center of the room, Jamie was pouring water into a glass at a side table, Steven was sitting in a chair talking to Ben, who was reclining on the arm of this chair, behind them was a man whose name you didn’t know.

"I'm sorry," you quickly became embarrassed, realizing how inappropriate those words sounded. Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, but was quickly interrupted by the awkward coughing of that same unfamiliar man. "Um guys, this is your new tour manager for these two months, Y/N Y/S" He said softly enough, stepping out from behind the chair and holding out his hand for you. "I'm Marcus, James' assistant, the rest you should know".

"Yeah, right, he told me about you, I'm very glad to meet you," and carefully shifting your gaze to the others you added "everyone".

You stood in your knee-length leather boots, denim shorts and an oversized cream-colored jacket not knowing what to do with the burning eyes on your persona.

"Actually, I brought a homemade cider as an ice-breaker, it's in my trunk, so after the official part of the meeting we can try it. Not beer, but still tasty," you said with an apologetic smile, trying your last attempt to ease the conversation. The room froze in silence once again, and in this moment Matt laughed out loud, slapping his knee and throwing head back on the headboard. Jamie and Nick joined him, smiling broadly, while Ben, Steven, and Marcus chuckled hoarsely as they looked at each other. Only Alex remained frowning as he continued to scan your figure.

"I like her already! Great move, miss Y/S" Matt said, obviously being amazed.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sat down in the chair Marcus offered you. He was noticeably younger than the others, near your age, which immediately made you sympathize with him.

"Well, when we finally got to know each other, let's get down to business. As you all know James is on an unscheduled vacation due to family circumstances. Hence we are going to work with Miss Y/S in UK and Europe festivals, while I will assist her. I know that Y/N discussed with James all the main points about dates, places and stuff, but now we have to delve into details of the organization process itself. Ben and I will explain the tech part and the lads will share their preferences" Steven began the discussion by leaning a little closer to the center of your improvised circle. He seemed to be a very wise and at the same time charismatic man. Attractive, but platonically.

“Sorry, may I interrupt before we start” It sounded more like a statement from Alex. “How old are you, once again?"

"I'm 27, Mr. Turner. And let's make it clear, since this still raises questions. Yes, I'm quite young relative to you and indeed a stranger to your team. But I've known James for a long time, as well as your work, whose main fan I have been since 18. I have been in show business for 7 years now and worked with Maneskin at the very beginning of their career. It’s not difficult for me to provide my CV if necessary, but I’m here because I sincerely want to help my father's friend and ensure that you have the most comfortable atmosphere during your stay in Europe. I have an idea what it's like to be on tour for a year, I understand how tired you are, and that you need conditions for rest and creation. So I'll let you do your job without the interference and you’ll give me freedom to do my work properly, I'm sure we both do it very well, especially since you are not the only one, Mr. Turner, who can make a show out of nothing”. At these words the drummer whistled, turning to the gloomy vocalist, but you continued “I’m really extremely happy to be a part of Arctic Monkeys team, for me this is a great opportunity to test myself and work with such big people like you. So I don't see any problems in our interaction, taking into account that I'm here temporarily.

You glanced at the men with a soft, but tenacious look, catching your breath “Didn't seem to miss anything at this point, deal?”

Steven was the first to answer, smiling paternally at you and accepting your little speech. You also noticed that Turner shook his head, but smirked to himself, which relaxed your muscles a bit. If you didn't get along from the first sentence, then at least you can establish a normal business relationship. You understood that the nature of a rock star is unpredictable, following the development of the group and the change in the image of the frontman for many years, but you couldn't imagine that he would talk so irritably to new people. Yes, he certainly behaved ugly, but you also started the dialogue with a caustic comment. Apparently, you deserve each other.

After the temperature in the room dropped and everyone took a more relaxed posture, you began to discuss current tasks. Your first gig will be in Bristol on May 29th, so you have two weeks to get ready. In fact, everything has already been done even before the start of the whole tour. Now your duty is only to coordinate the setlists with the guys for each performance, to make sure that all agreements with venues are fulfilled, the rider is completed, the equipment is working properly, the buses are ordered, the hotels have confirmed the reservation, and the whole team has arrived safe and sound. Okay, maybe it's not so little, but you're ready for any challenge. This is your passion after all.

You will ride in a separate minivan with the management team, and not with the guys, which in general wasn’t a big surprise for you, but in hotels you will be provided with a separate room, unlike the rest of the staff, who live in double suits. You didn't know what caused such generosity, but you were pleased anyway. You talked for about an hour, agreeing to meet again at the sound check in a week, and then only before leaving for Bristol. During this time you will have to study all the venues, call the transport company and confirm the details of the trips.

Your meeting ended on a positive note, the guys were asking you about your life, your education and hobbies, you said that you had been dancing professionally for many years and even took up drumming at the university, to which Matt happily promised to give you lessons, triumphant that he finally met someone who doesn't play the guitar, but the drums.

“Be careful, Matthew, if it turns out that she is more talented than you, we’ll replace you without any hesitation. She looks better” Nick joked and immediately got the middle finger in response from the drummer. Even Alex genuinely smiled, looking back at the friend.

"Oh, don't worry, it's unlikely. But as for the cider I wasn't joking, at least I'm definitely good at that"

"Wait, did you make it yourself?" surprised Ben.

"Yes, I live in the suburbs of London and have my own small garden, I make cider for friends during the season"

"You know what, I'm already tired of this stuffy room, you say it's in your trunk?" Matt, confirming his status as the most talkative member of the group, stood up impatiently, stretching his stiff limbs.

"Yes, let's go and give it a try" you said, also getting up from your chair. “Who is with us?” you raised an eyebrow in question and the answer was six men who rose to their feet.

"Definitely need a smoke” murmured Alex in addition, patting his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

“Damn, where did James find her?” you heard Jamie's question addressed to Steven as you left the room with Matt and couldn’t hold back a short, but self-satisfied smirk. "That's not the last ace in the hole, Jamie" flashed through your head.

"I'm asking the same question" but instead of Champan, the voice was given by Alex.

"Al, will you calm down today or not? Did yesterday's booze give you such a headache?" Cook hissed almost angrily.

But you didn’t hear the answer, moving away along the corridor to the exit.

***

When all the lads came out from the studio, you and Matt had already taken a wooden case with 12 bottles of cider out of the trunk of your white Range Rover and put it on the hood. Coming closer, Alex threw a jacket over his shoulders and took out cigarettes, offering you one.

"I don't smoke, thanks," you replied calmly. He arched an eyebrow in surprise and took a pipe of tobacco between his lips. “You better start, darling” He took a quick puff, blowing smoke in your face, and looked intently from under his eyelashes. Despite the sweet name, from his lips it sounded somehow humiliating. You didn't answer, turning around and taking one of the bottles, silently passing it to him. He thanked you, and you gave each man a bottle as well. "For the new leg of the tour! Cheers!" Steven exclaimed, raising the bottle in the air and you all clinked glasses together.

The eight of you stood in the parking lot next to your car. You and Marcus leaned on the hood, Chapman nestled next to your right, and the guys were in front of you. You stayed in pleasant silence, interrupted by the chirping of birds from a nearby square and breezes of the wind that swayed your styling. Satisfied sigh followed by Marcus and Jamie, which made you laugh cutely.

"Enjoy?" you asked playfully, taking a sip.

"Y/N, that's amazing! I’ve never thought our team would feel so acutely short of a personal alcohol supplier" Jamie savored the taste, taking small sips.

"It's only 6% alcohol, I brought this one on purpose, knowing that you will most likely be driving. But there is also 12% sort in my basement, so in case of anything, you know where to find me"

"Actually not, but for the sake of such a case, we will definitely get your address from James" Nick answered cheerfully.

You spent 20 more minutes talking about the process of making an apple brew and sharing your alcohol tastes. “What a topic to discuss” you hummed to yourself. Eventually you gave Ben, Marcus, Jamie, and Matt one more bottle, promising to bring more of 12% sort to the concert, and you were about to leave when suddenly your phone rang. A dark and mystical tune played from the back pocket of your shorts.

"Woah, that’s pretty old one" Alex said with unexpected liveliness.

"One of my favorites from yours" you replied quickly, pulling out the device. It was James. You decided to call him back when you would be alone, so you dropped the call, texting him that you would call back later.

"Hey Al, we haven't played it in a while. What do you think, mate?" Matt asked conspiratorially, giving him a little nudge on the shoulder.

"We’ll see, I think it's possible. NME will especially rejoice at this, still considering it insanely vulgar" the singer rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Turner? Whose propeller is it then?" you grinned as you took an empty box and returned it to the trunk of the jeep.

"Miss Y/S, don't make me doubt your foresight as well" to your surprise, he came over to help you close the tailgate. You dusted your hands and shifted awkwardly from one foot to another, being locked between the car and the frontman. You could literally see wrinkles around his eyes and cider-wet lips that now were gently stirring.

"Who called?" the man asked more quietly than usual. "Uh, James, I think I should call him as soon as possible"

"Yeah, most likely" Turner reluctantly backed away from you, letting you through, and you walked to the driver's door.

"Well, guys, I was very glad to see you, I'm sure fruitful work awaits us!" you smiled reassuringly, swaying from heel to toe from jitters and excitement from upcoming events.

"See you in a bit, Miss Y/S, I will send you all our numbers and other necessary contacts tonight. Sleep enough these days, you will soon miss it" Steven winked and extended his hand to you for a handshake, so you answered him willingly.

“Goodbye, guys, see ya!” you only waved at other lads as you climbed onto the running board and sat inside the car. The Rover started with a pleasant growl, vibrating under your hands. You drove off, leaving the men in the parking lot, but noticing one fixed look of chocolate eyes in the rearview mirror. You attributed the recognition of the color of his eyes to a million views of concert photos on the Internet, but not to those few seconds near the trunk when you smelled his cigarette breath on your face.

That will be a roller-coaster indeed

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A/N: Please, let me know what do you think about this duo, what are you expecting from them, what do you want to read in the next chapter? Let's get to know each other better in comments - how long are you in fandom, what are your favorite type of fics and etc? Your feedback is my force to write, love you and stay tuned - a big adventure is going to happen 🤭❣️

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darklyndivinely · 9 months

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AM - South America 2014

╰► Stills || Gifs — Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4

#darkly and divinely made #arctic monkeys #alex turner #matt helders #nick o'malley #jamie cook #alex turner x reader #AM #gifs

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Miracle Aligner

Alex Turner Series

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Summary: Who knew Alex Turner, frontman to one of the greatest bands of this generation had the worst luck in love. As a romantic who's quite familiar with heartbreak, Turner's grown sick of looking for a spark he knows will eventually turn to ash. So, while visiting a local pub, how was he supposed to know that a drunken Tuesday night would change his sombre tune forever?

Inspired by the album Everything You've Come To Expect. Mature content (sexual acts, language) Original character.

Chapter one:

Aviation

Toronto, November 15, 2015

5:57 pm

Alex's POV

"That's enough Turner!" Zach yells over the various clamouring instruments. "You've been working on these songs for weeks and this was the best you got mate?" Jaime continues with a snort. "Yeah?" I huff, rolling my eyes. Jaime and Zach exchange a knowing look before Zach pipes up again, "You know what Al,? Why don't you call it a night, maybe go out, meet a few girls, have fun." He then glances to my right. "Miles you stay and finish your set."

"What's this?" I jest, bewildered by my bandmates.

"Sorry Al, the songs you've been writing these days just aren't the Shadow Puppets brand," Jaime trails off, looking more empathetic than his counterpart. My brows crease further into my eyelids and I dully unclasp the guitar strap from my shoulder. "My songs don't fit the 'brand' of my band?" I glare at them in disbelief as the two share another look.

"Sorry Al, but your material has been all doom and gloom these days." Miles now exclaims while avoiding my troubled expression. He pauses before continuing. "Your greatest hits are love songs, passionate shite." Miles's eyes then connect with my own, and I finally understand what he's implying. "It's been a while mate." His last statement was the final blow.

That's right, I haven't been with anyone for months, romantically, physically, and everybody knows it. These days I just find romance to be tiresome. Even a shag doesn't seem to excite me much anymore. I've simply gone mad, that's what it is.

Though they seem to have me all figured out, I refuse to give in to their remarks. "You lot have lost it. I'll come back when you've come to your senses!" I bark out while snatching up my guitar and jacket. The boy's faint snickers fill the room as I take off towards the door. "Aw c'mon, Al!" Jaime carries out, stifling his laughter. I slam the door behind me with unnecessary force, utterly infuriated.

Instantly after leaving the studio, I feel the blistering Canadian winter encase my narrow frame. "Bugger," I snit before whipping out my phone, in hopes an Uber would usher me away from this frost. To my dismay, because of the excessive snowfall, transport was either delayed or unavailable, and I had no interest in sticking around roadside. So, I switched to searching for a local pub, racing out of the cold.

...

After a numbing 10-minute journey, I reached a pub called Les Cactus and ripped open its wooden entrance, embracing its heat. Whilst I take a seat on the nearest bar stool, a flash of red catches the corner of my eyes. A waitress with her back turned serves drinks to a group of men who gawk at her with an unreserved fancy. Momentarily, I admire her long, fiery hair that flows down her fit backside. Fortunately, the incoming bartender removes me from my fairly pervy thoughts. "What can I get for ya buddy?" The bartender ranks down my features, odd excitement filling his own. "You got any Bulleit?" He smirks.

"Sure thing." He spins away from me, before quickly rotating back and whispering for my ears only, "Big fan by the way." I smile politely with a nod as he disappears into the bar to prepare my drink. My gaze returns to the space where the redhead once stood, which is now vacant. "Here ya go. Let me know if you need anything else!" The bartender ponders shortly before speaking, "My name's Mickey by the way." He places my bourbon down with an oddly suggestive wink.

8:24 pm

"Maybe consider spacing out your next drink Alex. I get you're a millionaire and money ain't a thing," Mickey bobs his head, taking note of appearance, "but you're kinda overdoing it buddy," he finishes. I scoff at his smirk and slap a bill on the countertop. "Another." My face and tone drop in an attempt to be taken seriously, but my drunken command doesn't detour Mickey's delight.

"You're the boss."

"Uh-uh, that's at least his sixth drink this hour M." An unfamiliar feminine voice pitches in. It's husky and demanding, and so, I intend to listen. Curiously turning to look, my vision is consumed by that recognizable carrot-like head. If I was captivated before seeing her face, I was surely a goner now.

Mickey ceases his actions while she stares between us with scrutiny. I'm gobsmacked and she clearly takes my silence as a sort of confirmation. "Right, no more for him. Okay M?" Mickey nods sternly, face falling moderately as her tone leaves no room for opposition. "Alex!" I practically cry out before Red gets the chance to leave. Smooth Turner.

"Excuse me?"

"I-uh, name's Alexander..." Yeah, very smooth.

"Jennie." She states curtly, evidently bemused. She then moves swiftly on her heel towards the kitchen. Straight away I grimace, pulling a hand to my forehead, rubbing its lines harshly. "Not a word." Mickey chuckles quietly and goes back to his work.

9:41 pm

"Still here, Alexander?" My head shoots up, startled by Red. When did I even fall asleep-

"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.

"Want me to call you a cab? A shrink perhaps?"

"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.

"Oh? I just thought you may need one, after hearing what you told to Mickey." Her sultry voice echoes out her rather devious grin. "God." My eyes widen in horror which aids her impending elation. "What have I said?"

"Nothing really, just that..." She starts counting her digits absentmindedly. "You've got no luck writing your music, no love life. Oh, and you have no sex life!" She proclaims the last part with glee. Jesus, please end this nightmare.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"I've had too much drink."

"Drunken words are sober thoughts." Jennie carries on smiling at my trepidation. Maybe I'd find her charming if her jokes weren't at my expense. "That's it, I'm not tipping." I declare pathetically. Her devilish smirk doesn't falter. "Seriously? Things can't be that bad! Mickey tells me you're actually a successful musician."

"That you've obviously never heard of." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of our conversation. She laughs aloud at my response, which I admit, brought a genuine smile to my face. It really has been a while. Her face then goes blank. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Alex. You're young." She pauses, her gaze sweeps my shaggy appearance. "Ish"

"Ouch." I flinch jokingly, earning myself another gorgeous laugh and playful swat.

"Hey! And you're good-looking."

"Ish." I interrupt again with a chuckle and her smile grows.

"No!" She more or less shouts, "You have a lot to work with, trust me." Her hands gesture nimbly. "The only thing standing in the way of you getting laid is yourself." A surprise roar of laughter leaves my lips shortly and I shake my head in disbelief.

"You're selling yourself short here Alexander," Red concludes. "Alex-"

"You're wasting your youth-ish," she interrupts me once again and a sliver of silence washes over us. It's as if we're the only ones in this packed pub, eyes locked on one another, communicating beyond words. Her deep hazel orbs focus on my brown ones. "What do you suggest I do then, Jennie?" Lightly raising a brow, my words dare her while her lovely name rolls off my tongue. I can't help but revel in how it sounds. Then something flashes in her fixated stare.

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter two

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Baby I'm Yours | Alex Turner

(fem!reader)

Contains content suitable for those above 18 years of age. Minors do not continue!

Summary: morning sex. Just super fluffy Alex!!

Warnings (18+): smut, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fluff

Nothing compares to the feeling of being wrapped in the arms of the man you love, bodies pressed close together as you run your hands through his soft hair. Every so often he presses light kisses on your forehead and cheek, the both of you revelling in the peaceful atmosphere.

The two of you have both somehow managed to stay in bed until the early afternoon, worn out from the event you attended the previous day though you suspected it was more the activities that went on during the late hours of the night that have you so tired, images of Alex underneath you as you ride him flashing through your mind. The memory of his pants and moans crystal clear. You press yourself up against him even further - which was barely possible - at the thought, the warmth of his bare chest comforting. With him just in his boxers and you in an oversized t-shirt and briefs, there was barely anything separating you. He senses your movements and squeezes you tighter, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“You okay, darling?” He asks, smiling down at you.

“I’m better than okay,” You respond teasingly, raising your eyebrows at him and tilting your head slightly to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Come here,” he grins, patting his lap and you don’t hesitate to follow his request, sitting gently on his thighs as he’s layed down, his hands instinctively resting on your hips.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters, looking you up and down. You can’t help but cup his face in your hands, admiring his sheer beauty.

“Do we have any plans tonight?” You ask, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“Why?” He smirks, and you realise the way in which he’s taken what you said. “Was last night not enough for you?”

“Shut up,” You say, cheeks flushing slightly, even though you know you have no reason to be embarrassed in front of him. “Last night was amazing. But I’m not talking about that, I was just wondering if I should cook us a nice dinner.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, baby,” he smiles, looking you up and down yet again, drawing patterns on your hips and thighs with his fingers. “We’ll order pizza, or something.”

“My cooking not good enough for you?” You joke, shaking your head at him.

“No, that’s not it,” He bites his lip mischievously and you wish you knew what he was thinking. “It’s just that you’re not going to be able to be stood in the kitchen cooking after this.”

“After wha-” You’re cut off when he flips you over onto the mattress in a split second so that your body is now pressed beneath him.

“Alex!” You laugh in shock as he peppers small kisses across your neck and collarbone. Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you pull him up so his lips meet yours in a sweet, passionate kiss, unable to help the quiet moan that falls off your tongue when his length briefly presses between your legs, through your underwear.

Wordlessly, he reaches for the bottom of your shirt, but he doesn’t need to speak. Arching your back upwards and lifting your arms, you allow him to remove your top, fully exposing the top half of your body to him.

He wastes no time in moving his kisses downwards to your chest, palming one breast and attending to the other with his lips, hungrily sucking on and circling your nipple with his tongue. He spends time worshipping your body, moving his mouth to your other breast when he sees fit, then gradually trailing his kisses down your stomach and closer to where you need him most, fully aware of how desperate you are for him.

“Please, Alex,” You lift your head up to look at him, grateful for the time he is spending on you, but needing some kind of relief.

“Relax,” he reassures you, and you immediately lay your head back down on the pillow, trusting him because he knows exactly how your body works, better than yourself even. “That’s it. Good girl.”

He reaches your thighs and traces his tongue upwards, along the inside of them, causing your hips to subconsciously lift off the bed, aching for more. He pushes you back down, keeping his hands firmly on your hips and you squirm as he runs his tongue through your folds.

“You’re beautiful,” he mutters, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip. “I’m going to make you feel so good, doll.” You had no doubt he would.

He begins to press small, wet kisses to your clit, before circling it with his tongue. Constantly switching up his movements, he effortlessly builds you up. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open, but force them to so that you can look at the beautiful man in between your legs. The eye contact you’d make when he looks up for your approval. The way his stubble would ever so slightly brush against your inner thigh. How his nose would make the slightest contact with your clit as he switches up his position. It’s all overwhelming.

Soon enough, he’s brought you to the edge, and all it takes is one flick of his tongue to send you over, repeating his name over and over, showing your gratitude through the only words you can manage at that point in time.

He moves one of his hands to grip yours through your orgasm, easing you through by carrying on his movements, only much slower and softer.

Once you’ve come down, Alex speaks, barely giving you time to process what just happened. “I’m getting you there again, darling.”

Before you have time to respond, his tongue makes contact with your clit again, causing you to gasp.

He gently pushes your thighs apart, spreading your legs open further. As he starts sucking on your clit, his hands creep up your body, reaching your waist and holding you in place firmly as you start to writhe slightly under him.

"Remember, doll. You need to relax." He whispers. Easier said than done when you have this man attending to you.

But you try your best, revelling in the euphoric feeling flooding through your veins again, building you up even faster this time. He speeds up his movements and your hands automatically shoot down to cling onto his hair as he hits the exact right spot with the exact right movement.

"Right there," you moan and he chuckles, repeating the movement again. "Fuck!"

You can’t help but wrap your legs around his head, the pleasure shooting up your legs indescribable. In response Alex moans slightly, his mouth still pressed up against your heat, sending vibrations.

You feel one of his hands leaving your hips, missing the warmth of his palm pressed against your bare skin, but you don’t have time to fully miss it before, without warning, his finger slips inside you, and you immediately clench around him, needy for more.

Sensing your need, he adds another finger, pumping in and out slowly while simultaneously stimulating you with his tongue. Your hips buck up and you try to grind against his fingers, but he presses you back down and moves at his own pace, only gradually increasing the speed of his fingers.

He has you on the very edge and he is fully aware of that fact. As he slowly moves his fingers faster, he keeps the movements of his tongue in sync with this speed. Unable to form any coherent thought or speech, your mind is hazy and clouded with lust, moans the only sound you’re able to make.

His fingers reach a certain spot, hitting it over and over while his lips close around your clit. It takes one final push of his fingers and flick of his tongue and you’re gone, explosions behind your eyes and your whole body unable to move, except for your legs which were squeezing tightly around Alex’s head.

You lay back, eyes closed for a period of time that you’re unsure of. But once your head starts to clear, you open your eyes and look down to the end of the bed where Alex was just waiting for you to come back down, doing nothing but taking you in. He enjoyed watching you like this. Liked being the reason that you were dripping down your legs, hair dishevelled, unable to speak.

“You’re beautiful,” he sighs, making his way back directly above your face, licking his lips as he does so, purposefully waiting so that you could see your wetness on his lips. “And you’re all mine.” He teases, cupping your face and kissing you, not giving you time to speak.

“You’re amazing, Al,” you say breathlessly once he pulls away, still recovering.

“I’m not done yet,” he smirks, tucking your hair back. He shifts slightly and you feel his erection press up against you, gasping at the slight pressure against your clit.

Not willing to wait any longer, you reach your hand into his boxers and palm his length and he bucks into your touch, groaning. He’s painfully hard, the sight of you as he ate you out too much.

You pull him out of his boxers and continue your hand movements, satisfied with the way his eyes flutter shut and he sighs with relief.

"Need to be inside you, baby," he mutters, replacing your hand with his, so he can promptly line himself up at your entrance.

Without hesitation, he pushes inside you fully and holds himself there momentarily, adjusting to the way you so blissfully clench around him. No matter how many times you and Alex do this, the feeling never fails to be overwhelming.

Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his back, lifting your hips up so he can get deeper and cling onto his back with your arms, scratching his skin with your nails ever so slightly. He starts moving in and out slowly, letting you get used to the feeling.

His lips make his way back to yours in a passionate kiss as he gently fucks you, showing all of his adoration for you. Arms shaking slightly, you find his hands again which are placed next to your head and intertwine your fingers with his, both of your hands feeling slightly clammy.

"You feel incredible, darling," he pants, briefly breaking the kiss.

His movements speed up gradually, but are still gentle and loving, getting you closer and closer every second.

The way he looks at you so lovingly, gasping each time he pushes himself inside you makes you feel like the luckiest woman alive. To have all his affection focused on you. His immaculate knowledge of your body.

"I'm so close, Al," you whimper. Already.

"I know, let go for me," he says, giving a final push.

And you do, squeezing your eyes shut and crying his names, bodies pressed together. Pure pleasure jolts through you, saying his name like a prayer.

He stops moving inside you briefly, letting go of your hand to move your hair out of your face.

"God, I love you unbelievable amounts," he declares and before you can reply, he suddenly starts moving inside you again, faster than the last time.

He hisses, his features screwing up slightly at the feeling of you clenching around him again.

"Please don't stop," you beg, wishing this feeling could last forever.

"I'm not going to, love." He reassures you, trailing off into a moan as his movements get much more vigorous. Often times he liked to tease you, but this was not one of them times. He knew what you needed and was set on giving it to you.

All you can do is grab onto his hair, which by now is damp from sweat, moaning and panting underneath him.

"You're so wet for me," Alex groans. The obscene noises of him moving in and out of your wetness only fuelling you, bringing to closer yet again.

"Harder," you whisper, unable to string together a full sentence.

He chuckles, following your command and hitting the perfect spot over and over and over, becoming overwhelming.

Your hips slam together and the both of your moans grow increasingly louder, filling the room, sure your neighbours must be able to hear exactly what you're doing.

Your eyes keep fluttering shut but you force them opening, wanting to keep them on the beautiful sight above you. Hair hanging over his eyes, cheeks flushed, biting his lips. He truly was beautiful and you wanted nothing more than to let him know. Barely able to speak, however, you can't use words, so instead press your lips to his softly.

You moan into each other's mouths, the kiss soon becoming messy and rough as Alex continually pounds into you. He moves his kisses from your mouth to your jawline to your neck, where he sucks and bites, leaving a mark.

That sensation tips you over the edge, already built up so much. Without warning, you release around him as he continues moving at the same pace.

"Alex!" You cry out, contracting around him. This triggers his release and you feel him cum inside you as he sings your praises.

Gradually, his movements slow down as he fucks you through the both of your orgasms, and then pulls out and collapses next to you.

Automatically, you snuggle up next to him, despite the fact that your lower body feels like jelly.

You kiss his cheek, unable to keep your hands off him. Everything about this man is perfect.

"I've done a good job then," he says, a lopsided grin plastered on his face.

"I'm all sleepy again, now," you giggle and he squeezes your butt playfully.

"You always do a good job and you know that," I laugh. "You amaze me."

You've never felt happier than all these times that Alex holds you in his arms, and wish you could express how much he truly means to you in words.

"I love you so much," you sigh, happily, staring up into his big brown eyes.

"I love you too, darling," he smiles contentedly, holding your face in his hand and stroking his thumb over your mouth. "So, so much."

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