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:Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Jeff the killer, bloody painter, laughing Jack, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Jason the toymaker, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu x fem reader

A/N: I’m not really to sure what to call this one, just random sexy prompts.

Eyeless Jack:

Jack looking down at your wide open legs, tied to the bedpost. Watching you hungrily. You wiggled a little,

“C’mon Jack! Stop teasing,” you pouted, pussy clenching around nothing. Jack salivated quietly.

Jack contemplated, originally he wanted to ignore you and tease, but seeing his plan put out in person immediately diminished his blueprint.

You frowned, looking up at Jacks onyx eyes, “are you alr…-shit.” You moaned as Jack laid down in front of your pussy and licked the skin around the clit.

“Wait please!” You wiggled, trying to get Jack to suck on your flower. He put his hand on your hips, pushing down to immobilize you and going in for the kill. Giving a long taste from your wet heat to your clit.

You whimpered at the contact. Jack paused again, gripping your hips tighter as if he were recollecting himself and suddenly went back in. Sucking at your clit and spreading your folds to see your wet leave your pretty little cunt.

Jack found an enthusiastic rhythm that allowed him to suckle your honey with as much fever as possible without overwhelming you. He’d suck on your clit and circle around to your hole, shoving in one of his tongues while the other tongue aggressively circled your clit.

Creating a beautiful melody of whimpers to jacks sensitive ears. His tongue fucking you so good, you couldn’t help but try to wiggle again, already so fucked out. Jack chuckled at this, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“Jack, nghh— please! O-oh!” You moaned quietly under your breath, the pressure inside you building up so heavily, you felt overwhelmed.

Jack listened to your babbling, and allowed his index finger to rub your clit, so he could focus on sucking your ambrosia from you. You were so close.

Suddenly, you couldn’t stop tensing, and your voice failed you multiple times with Jacks pleasure overload. Without warning, your ambrosia sprayed out and covered Jack all over with your sweet. He loved it, and he didn’t stop going either, this time licking up the mess your pussy couldn’t stop producing. Luckily for him, at least. Jack can’t get enough of you.

Ben Drowned:

Ben tugged on his restraints with a smirk on his face until he dragged his eyes towards you, sitting on top of his bulge. You met his eyes and smiled softly, though it turned into a frown as Ben thrusted his hips up towards you.

“What do you think you’re doing,” you taunted. “I don’t know, what am I doing?” He taunted back, still smirking.

“You’re cute,” you patted his cheek once and then slapped him lightly. He moaned in response, the sides of his stomach getting goosebumps as his arousal increased, he thrusted his hips forward again.

You smirked and leaned down, pulling his boxers off to release his pretty, blushed dick. Licking from the tip to the balls. His balls were always very sensitive. You looked up at him deviously before deepthroating him.

Ben, mid-laugh, choked on his own moan. He couldn’t help but to thrust himself into your mouth. Twisting and switching, you attempted to slow him by putting your hands on his hips. Your action effected nothing.

The way your bedroom was set up, your bed was in front of the door in the middle of the room. The left side of the bedroom had your guys mounted TV. This is important because all of a sudden the door knob to your bedroom clicked open.

You and Ben’s lidded eyes met, but not for that reason. Ben felt like warm ice was shooting through his stomach and around his sensitive dick. He was going to cum soon. You felt Ben’s dick twitch inside your mouth, so you took him in deeper. Ben released without any warning except for his various whimpers and heavy breathing.

Your mouth filled with him, you felt like you could choke, but you’d of loved that. Ben moaned as you released his dick, wanting to cum again. Both breathing heavily, you sat up and stretched.

“C’mere,” Ben muttered with his eyes still closed, he hasn’t opened them. You leaned forward and kissed Ben on the lips sweetly. Ben opened his eyes and smiled at you, flinching when he noticed someone behind you.

You looked behind you and noticed Jeff who was staring at your bare ass that leaned over Ben. He jumped and ran out of the room when he noticed the both of you staring.

“Shut the door!” The two of you shouted in sink.

Jeff the killer:

Jeff looked up from your messy pussy, and smiled willingly, slapping your clit playfully. You writhed, as he’s been going at you for awhile now.

He stood up and you breathed a sigh of relief. Jeff spread your pussy out and inhaled out of horniness. Taking a second, Jeff quickly put a finger in you, to test how wet you are. Moving his finger around, causing your pussy to clench and your legs to shake at the sensitivity.

When satisfied, Jeff finally started putting his tip into your sensitive walls. Your lower body thrusted forward, trying to take his dick in more. Jeff bottomed out inside of you, causing you to tense and your legs shook more.

Luckily your hole wasn’t hurting, he only did oral. It was your clit that was sore, but if anything you wanted his dick in you oh so badly.

“Feeling desperate, are we?” Jeff chuckled, “don’t worry, I can take care of this.”

Jeff started thrusting into you lightly, causing you to arch your back. He held you up by the arch in your back, and fucked harder into you. Eventually becoming merciless.

Your brain and body turned to mush, already fucked out. Jeff taunted you lightly, in response you slapped him, causing Jeff to go primal. Nailing into you like a hammer, you felt the familiar feeling of the heat of a thousand suns arising from your body, starting at your pussy.

“Shit, I can feel you clenching—“ Jeff choked out, it becoming difficult for him to focus.

“It’s alright, baby, let it all out— I c-can take it-ah!” Jeff slightly lightly begged, going as fast as he could out of desperation. You whined, it felt like you were being touched in all the right places.

“Pl-plea— ah!” You whimpered and came all over him, the tightness of you causing Jeff to cum a few thrusts later.

Jeff slid out exhaustedly, “yknow, I’m not gonna stop until you’re full of me. I want to see you dripping, not only from yourself, but from me.”

Laughing Jack:

Jack had been away for awhile, a couple of days. He was busy tracking down some creep that lived on the outskirts of the forest. You had been getting lonely, also no one was telling you when he’d come back.

In order to cope with your anxieties you resorted to masturbating. What? It helped with more than one problem.

You had dimmed the lights and made a comfortable nest for yourself, slowly starting to feel yourself up. Actually getting into it, your hand descended slowly to your clit, rubbing gently.

Getting into a rhythm with yourself, you started to ignore all the sounds around you, focusing only on yourself and your aching cunt.

Fortunately for jack, he had just arrived at the scene. You sprawled out on the shared bed, legs wide open and the whimpers.

Jack almost felt unreal watching this and quietly he retracted his razor sharp claws into normal hands. Then, he teleported right between your legs and replaced your fingers with his.

Sighing at the familiar feeling of you, Jack wiggled his fingers in and out. You opened your eyes, startled, but moaned as Jack hit a deep spot.

“Ja—ah!”

Jack smirked, knowing your orgasm was already near before he came into the room.

“Go on, cum.” He demanded, leaning down with his tongue out, kitten licking your clit, causing your lower half to rise from the bed.

The heat in your stomach suddenly snapped like a rubber band, feeling like your entire body was buzzing and stimulated.

Dr Smiley:

Smiley and you shared half of the chocolate. Romantic chocolate for special occasions. This occasion was boredom.

It didn’t kick in immediately, took about 30 minutes or so, but you and Smiley weren’t impatient. Talking about nerd stuff until they eventually started working.

Your clit throbbed, but smiley didn’t really seem affected at all. “Did you even eat the chocolate?”

Smiley smirked and shook his head, you groaned, but didn’t really mind. He’d take care of you anyways.

“I love how ravishing you get with this chocolate,” smiley chuckled and spread his legs. He patted his left leg, wanting you to sit on it.

You did so with glee. He immediately started bouncing his knee, holding your hips with his hands as you started rubbing himself against him desperately.

“Kiss me,” you gave him puppy eyes. What you wanted was to be well bred by him.

It took a bit for you to reach your orgasm, the familiar shocking sensation you could feel in your legs as you tensed and shook.

“Dont worry, baby, there’s more where that came from.”

Puppeteer:

You two had a bet going. Who could make the other cum without penetration or oral? It was a green night, so both of you were high. The buzzing feeling in your head making things so much better as Puppeteer grinded into you.

It wasn’t as good as actual penetration, but the thought that he wanted you so bad make you start grinding back.

He was wearing sweatpants and you in your underwear. With every thrust into your backside, you felt his bulge rub against your clit repeatedly.

The feeling was strange but not unwelcome. With Pup’s superhuman stamina and the constant rubbing of your clit, it almost felt like one of those pulsing vibrators.

The realization made your brain dumb and a small whimper came out as your body slowly tensed up to achieve a very slow orgasm. It seemed puppeteer was close too, as he somehow sped up, abusing your clit at this point.

Your body burned, and the smell of smoke only helped enhance the pleasure and with that you came. Your entire body burning up and tensing. Puppeteer came behind you, some of his cum leaking from his sweatpants (he wasn’t wearing underwear)

But puppeteer wasn’t done, he wanted to abuse your cunt once again.

Jason the toymaker:

Ever since Jason found out about how sensitive your nipples were, he couldn’t stop giving you boob hickeys. It was an addiction at this point, sometimes he would just suck on them just to do it and to see your reaction.

It was cold at the mansion, winter time too. Everyone was in their rooms huddling together. You and Jason were no different. He layed behind you, squeezing your waist.

“You know what I just realized?” He paused, squeezing you tighter, “I’ve never played with your boobs!”

You let out a light laugh, “so?” Jason looked at you teasingly, “so…” he squeezed your boob tight.

Obviously, caught off guard you squeaked and blushed.

“I didn’t think you were sensitive this way…” Jason teased and turned in to your sideways body, facing your boobs.

He flipped your shirt up as you spluttered, feeling the cold air on your nipples, hardening them. Jason stared for a second and took one of your boobs into his mouth, the other one his hand played with.

The feeling went straight to your core, you could feel your cunt getting wet and tingly. Moving to your back rather than side, it amplified the feeling much more.

You rubbed your thighs together, thrusting your hips upward, craving friction. Your body trembled as this happened. Surprisingly, your nipples were very very sensitive. Although you didn’t come, your body was definitely a fountain.

Ticci Toby:

You were teasing Toby, sitting atop his dick unmoving. Toby, on the other hand, was attempting to get paperwork for Slenderman done.

You continuously teased him though, clenching your vagina, rubbing your clit, riding him for a couple of seconds but then stopping. He was getting worn out, wanting nothing then to fuck you raw and breed you.

God he wanted to fuck you so bad—“are you done with your paperwork, honey?” Toby looked at your faux innocent face and felt his dick twitch.

“Yeah…” Toby grumbled, adjusting and accidentally hitting your g-spot. You moaned as Toby smirked.

Toby realized that he had the upper hand here. He hugged you softly, making you think he wasn’t okay. Really he just grabbed apart of your hips and started thrusting up into your wet, sopping walls.

“Cant tease me anymore,can you?”

You, who sat on him, felt every hit of his dick as he thrusted. Your slick started falling from you and dropping more onto Toby. He only thrusted harder. Lewd sounds erupted from your pussy and from him.

“She likes me, doesn’t she?” Toby muttered, rubbing your clit. You whimpered, feeling yourself start to burn up.

You started rocking yourself on him, equally as aggressive. The burn grew as did the pulse on your clit. You moaned close to Toby’s ear and he came inside you. You came a minute or two later, with the feeling and light thrusting of Toby and his dick twitching.

Masky:

Tim’s always wanted to…. Experiment with you. He loved you and your body. Every moment he was close with you was the best moment of his life. Naturally, he’d just love being inside you.

There were sometimes Tim would get so into himself in you, that he couldn’t help but breed you. It’s not his fault that you’re so amazing, you make him pathetic.

Masky one night at a bar decided that he needed you. And my, he couldn’t stop fucking you. This was what? The third time he’s came tonight? You got no breaks.

The ball already rolled and there was no stopping him. Tim couldn’t stop touching you and rubbing you it was insane. You felt like your body couldn’t stop burning. At some point you could feel Tim’s cum drip out of you, but that didn’t stop him.

After the fifth time you had to beg, “Tim— augh, please. Slow down, we nee- to h-head home.” You begged, at this point turning around and taking his dick out. Your pussy clenched around the lack of intrusion.

Masky was still desperate, but he agreed regardless. On the car ride home, he ended up rubbing your clit as he realized hes only given you penetration orgasms. He wanted to wear you out fully so that both your hole and your clit were sore but begging.

Hoodie:

Hoodie traced your body lightly with his hands, feeling you up, but not enough for anything to happen. He gripped your hip tightly, pushing his bulge into your ass. Softly rocking, hoodie quietly apologized.

You giggled and unzipped his pants. He understood and started rubbing your clit, moving your panties aside.

Your body sparkled with pleasure, the sweet fluids of your pussy leaking out of you like a fountain. Hoodie almost moaned feeling it.

Slowly, Hoodie eased his large dick into your tiny pussy. God you were so tight, your pussy too small to take him in. Hoodie laughed at your pleas.

Hoodie prodded inside you until his penis was fully in. You could see a bulge in your stomach from it. To be honest it hurt, it always hurt at first. He was really good though once the pain went away.

You whined as the burn continued, you gave Brian the good to go though. He rocked into you slowly as your core immediately heated up upon his invasion. His dick was big enough he barely had to move it to hit your g-spot.

He kept consistently hitting the spongy spot inside you, making you become more wet.

Slowly, the burn in your core swarmed your pussy. You pulsed and clenched around hoodie. Light melodic moans coming from both your mouths. The orgasm ripped through your pussy, lasting for a couple seconds until you were left twitching because hoodie wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Bloody painter:

“There, done!” Helen had set down the paintbrush he used to paint your body. There were red, yellow and bright green for a neon affect. He had you positione in an erotic way against a plain black portrait, you were completely nude only covered by non-toxic body paint. The design only covered your stomach to your thighs and your ass.

Helen stared at you for a good second, making you nervous as you sat up, still covered in the paint. Suddenly, he smirked, “I have a better idea!”

He unzipped his pants and released his semi-hard dick, “you wanna come get me off? I know a way I can make this painting better.”

You smirked back and crouched under him, cupping his balls and gripping the head. Helen sucked in a breath, you licked the smooth skin around his penis teasingly.

Helen picked your head up by the back of your hair, “Don’t play with me, whore.”

You nodded with false innocence, Helen smirked and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Now get me off,” he whispered in your ear.

The next move you did was continuing your hand job, without all the teasing. You get wetter by the minute, but it wasn’t like Helen would notice. After awhile you started squirming at the sounds of Helen’s pleasure.

Eventually, Helen felt as if he were pulsing everywhere. “Shit—I’m almost there, keep goin’, just like that—“ his cum fell over the portrait, onto where your ass was previously. Helen quickly snapped a photo of it and carefully wiped the cum off. He’d have to paint white later.

Helen turned and saw you rubbing your thighs together, he cooed “aw, you need my help?” You nodded pathetically. Helen lifted you up and quickly pulled his belt off to tie your hands together.

He kissed you roughly, putting his hands onto your pussy, cupping it gently. You grabbed his hand and grinded against it, “that’s right, go ahead and get yourself off for me, alright?”

Helen continued to kiss you, pushing you against the wall with his unused hand. “You need me to do anything, don’t you?” You nodded, grinding harder against his hand.

You moaned as Helen decided to rub his hand against your clit, you arched your back harshly. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Helen laughed cruelly.

“I just need you—“ fuck, helen thought.

Out of nowhere, it seemed your body was struck with lightnight, you saw white. Your body shivered as you came.

“Damn it,” Helen said, his hand still in you. “We did this on a white wall… your paint hasn’t dried yet.”

Homicidal Liu:

You had just gotten out of the shower and were in the middle of oiling your legs, Liu opened the door but quickly closed his eyes. “Shit, sorry!”

You smiled awkwardly, “it’s alright, I’m just moisturizing.” Liu opened his eyes, staring at your freshly oiled body that stood glistening in the candlelight. Not to mention, the mirror in front of you made the vision much more appealing.

Slowly, Liu stalked over to you without saying anything. He dug himself into your neck, kitten licking it. One hand hugged your waist, while the other ghosted around your vulva. You turned your head for a kiss, Liu noticed and lifted his head to kiss your lips softly.

His hand started rubbing your cunt lightly, causing you to gush with need. Unfortunately, Liu took his hand off you completely to unzip his pants, he grabbed some oil and spread it around his dick.

Focusing back on you, he licked a stripe up your neck and lifted you up slightly to rest against the bathroom sink. You knew what was coming next, as Liu continuously peppered kisses on your neck.

He slid his oiled cock inbetween your thighs, not really affecting you until he started rubbing your clit with the rhythm of his thrusting.

“Fuck,” he muttered, squeezing your thighs tighter around him. Helen hit a spot on your clit that specifically made you jolt.

Liu continued fucking your thighs harder and harder, and at this point he was fucking your clit too. You moaned as his tip hit the button of your clit, jolting back into him. Liu let out a small moan, chasing his high.

Your orgasm started slower than his, but when it came it came. The fire slowly started burning you inside and out, only stopping when Liu eventually slowed down. His tip still lightly punching your clit with every thrust. You shook and writhed as he came, you following soon after.

“Guess I’m gonna have to clean you up, aren’t I?” Liu smirked, kneeling in front of you and pushing you to sit on the sink.

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Arctic Monkeys, Movistar Arena, Santiago 11.11.2014

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ferociousmochis · 9 months

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HEY GIRL! so so so happy you are back bby <3

Can we get some soft Alex? Maybeee childhood friends trope, but Alex was an ass and now he wants her bad? Also virgin reader if possible xx

Regrets and Roses

Alex Turner X Fem!Reader

Warnings: long ass story bit, fingering, multiple orgasm, penetrative sex (p in v), a little bit of sad stuff, oral (fem receiving), praise, virgin reader

It was never one of those "love at first sight" stories, in fact, love was out of the question, or so you thought.

You and Alex had known each other practically your entire lives. Your moms were best friends, so you'd subsequently grown up together. You were sandbox friends, spending weekends in each other's gardens, while your mothers sipped tea on the patio. They always playfully joked about how you’d surely get married one day.

But, that's not to say that you always got along.

Alex always teased you, especially in high school. The truth is you'd had a desperate crush on him when you were younger, and when he became too cool for you, it broke your heart. You knew you would never be one of the glamorous girls he took to school dances or the models in the magazines he flipped through with his friends. Alex wasn't the most popular guy, but he still had some merit and always a girl or two on his arm.

Of course, you couldn’t possibly imagine telling him how you felt. However, you never were quite able to hide your feelings, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. It was almost sadistic how he knowingly played with your emotions every chance he got. Every family function was torture knowing he would always be there, pestering you to no end.

As time passed you both grew up and the past faded away. You both occasionally crossed paths at first but once Alex’s career took off you veered off in completely different directions, following your passions. You weren't surprised when Alex became the world-renowned superstar he always wanted to be. The lifestyle suited him, at least the hair gel and the groupies did for sure.

You'd opened a little flower shop on the corner by your childhood home. You lived and breathed it. It was everything you'd ever dreamed of as a little girl materialized before you. You worked day and night tending to your greenhouse and working on arrangements.

Alex quickly learned being a rockstar wasn’t all it was choked up to be. I mean sure he adored it, traveling the world and sharing his passion with roaring crowds who fell at his feet but the trail of broken relationships and drunken hookups he left behind him solidified his feelings of loneliness. It became impossible to find a genuine connection; the screaming people out in those crowds, the girls in his bed each night, and every new face he met knew him as Alex Turner this sultry rockstar stage creation he’d made for himself like a beautifully decorated mask. He tried to fill the gaps but that was hardly possible.

Despite his busy schedule, he always made time to reach out to his parents back home. His mother called often, still always worried about him traveling so often so when the phone started to ring he already figured out who would be on the other line. The sun prodded harshly through the loosely drawn curtains, illuminating his bedroom in an orange glow. Rolled over strenuously, the soft white sheets falling from his bare chest. His head was pounding, a reminder of the night's activities, along with the unknown woman stirring beside him. He rubbed his temple harshly before picking up the phone. “Good morning, dear!”, his mother chirped on the other line. He managed a groggy greeting in response, prompting his mother to reprimand him for not getting enough sleep.

She loved to chat. Most times he thought she just loved the sound of her own voice, but he always indulged her, knowing how much she missed having him around. She was going on about her flower beds when she mentioned a name in passing that he hadn’t heard in years. “Y/N L/N?”, he inquired. “Yes of course?” She replied matter-of-factly, before resuming whatever trivial topic she was babbling about. The memories struck him like a brick to the back of the head. You hadn’t crossed his mind in a long time.

He recalled your first day of high school together, the way you blushed every time he looked in your direction. You were always so sweet and tender. How you waited to walk to school with him that morning, and how he left you at your doorstep as he went about with his new friends,

The time he flirted with you just to get answers for that week's math assignment,

The time he brought his latest fling to your family’s dinner party just for laughs.

He winced at the memories and the many more that followed. The guilt weighed on him for how horribly he treated you. Yet you were always there at his beck and call, despite each cruel act. Your only crime was loving him and not meeting his standards. Maturity smacked him in the face as he was forced to face the reality of his actions.

“How’s Y/N?” he blurted. His mother was caught rather off guard by the question, “Well her shop’s doing fantastic, you know she's just so sweet, she helps me prune the hydrangeas every spring-”. “Her shop?”, he questioned. “Her flower shop, dear”, his mother replied confusion lacing her tone. He couldn’t help the smile that crept up his lips. You always loved flowers, meddling about in your front garden with his mother and your own.

Consumed by his thoughts, he could hardly concentrate on his mother’s ramblings. He couldn’t help but type your name into the search bar, he had to see how you were doing. A social media profile popped up, but the photos simply had to be someone else. Yet they had your name scrawled on each one. You weren’t the shy nerdy teenager anymore. Your once geeky appearance turned soft and divinely feminine. You were inexplicably beautiful. He sat in shock for a moment, a dumbfounded expression hanging over his face. Your warm smile sat illuminating his phone screen, his eyes flicked back to the woman in his bed. Truthfully he didn't even know her name, she was a reflection of his lifestyle. Extravagant pleasures felt empty and meaningless without someone special to share them with.

Your cute little shop was tagged just under your name, he couldn’t help himself.

When the order came in you were positively shocked. You quite literally lept for joy, your small shop certainly held its own but this was the largest order anyone had ever put a request in for; 10 large bundles of baby pink roses, each tied with a white ribbon. You set the date for two weeks from now and joyfully began fluttering about your greenhouse

Your nerves pricked with excitement as you jumped out of bed. Today was the day you were expecting the big client and you were ecstatic, to say the least. You'd been in contact with them for a few weeks now and they had insisted on meeting in person to take a look at some of your rose color variations and check up on the progress you’d made. They detailed in their email that they'd been planning a lavish event of sorts and it would be incomplete without your large collections of sweet, colorful roses.

You almost skipped through the door, flipping the closed sign resting on the doorframe to open. The start of your day was pretty standard. Mr Atkinson stopped in like clockwork every Sunday. “Your usual?”, you smiled handing him the prepared bundle of lilies and baby’s breath. “Until the Mrs. gets tired of me”, He chuckled, his cheerful wrinkly smile always warmed your heart. Just as you turned back to the old man you caught a glimpse of him. A vision trick of the past.

The soft, familiar sound of your delicate laugh melted him almost instantly as he set foot in the door. His demeanor remained confident until he saw you look back at him. When your eyes met he saw the color drain from your face, a sight that felt like a punch to the gut. You tried to shake your nerves as you resumed your conversation, saying farewell to the old patron. You turn back to face him, feigning a smile. “I’m here for a large order of arrangements..”, he trailed off, you were more beautiful in person. Your cheeks were rosy and your hair looked so soft, he couldn’t help but be infatuated with you. “Right this way sir”, you nodded plainly.

As you lead him through the little shop, he takes note of everything. The scattered pots and vases, the colorful flowers, and the sweet scent of fresh blooms in the air. It all brought back memories of when he used to tease you relentlessly for loving them so much. His heart aches with guilt and regret. “You seem quite famous around here nowadays,” he asks hesitantly, trying not to stare too much at your beauty. “I’m hardly famous, sir, I believe you’re the celebrity out of the two of us”, You respond politely. The formalities stung. It was as if you’d severed all ties with him, refusing to even use his name. You lead him back into one of the greenhouses with the many bundles of roses strewn about the tables.

“Well even if you’re not famous to everyone else, you’re certainly famous to me” He replies sincerely, “Your flower arrangements are truly amazing.”. “Thank you sir”, you quietly replied. You were almost afraid to say his actual name, it brought back too many painful memories from your childhood.

He watches as you carefully place the last of each individual flower into its respective spot within the arrangement. The sight of your delicate hands working so gracefully fills him with a mixture of longing and regret. He loved sharing his music with the world, he wasn’t sure if he could ever get enough of the rush, but he couldn’t shake the itch of what could've been had he stayed behind and lived a simple, peaceful life with you. “You know.. I never thought I would come here today,” he admits quietly, unable to keep the sadness from creeping into his voice. “But seeing you like this..”, he continued, “I wish things could have been different”.

You almost grew angry, feeling like he had the audacity to say such things after everything he put you through. “Well, sir, you certainly made things this way”, you reply coldly, keeping your composure even. His heart sinks at your response, and he knows your right. He should have reached out sooner before he left Sheffield, but fear and pride held him back. “I know I wasn’t the best person back then, Y/N” he admitted shamefully, “I can’t even begin to apologize for the pain and humiliation I’ve caused you.. I want to be better- seeing you like this makes me want to be better, I’ll make amends in any way I possibly can.”. “I’m not sure if that’s possible now, Alex”, your tone of voice wasn’t angry or aggressive, if anything it was tired and saddened.

His eyes meet yours, and they brim with genuine remorse, “Maybe not fully, but I want to try anyway,” he says earnestly, taking a small step closer to you, “I want to make things right between us”. “I gave you that chance many years ago, and you burnt me”, You sighed, averting your eyes, “You left scars on my heart that will never fade, I’m not sure I can open myself up like that again”. He takes another step towards you, his expression pleading. “Please give me another chance, Y/N”, his voice cracks slightly as he speaks, revealing the depth of his emotions, “Let me show you I’ve changed, that I’m not the same person I was before.”

Years ago you would’ve given everything to hear him say that, but now you hardly know what to say. “I-I don’t know”, you manage to stutter out. He reaches out and gently touches your arm, his fingers lingering against your skin. “Please..”, he whispers, his voice dripping with vulnerability, “give me the chance to prove I’m worthy of your forgiveness”.

You think about it for a few seconds. Maybe he’s different now, you suppose it won’t hurt to find out for yourself. “Okay”, you sigh, “I’m free after I close up here”. He perks up instantly, looking like a kid on Christmas, “My hotel is just up the street, the bar has some half-decent food?”. You accept, biting back the ghost of a smile threatening to creep upon your lips. He nods gratefully, “Thank you, Y/N”.

The workday flies by as a mixture of anxiety and anticipation consumes your thoughts. You walk home, opening your door with a soft sigh. You sat at your vanity, styling your hair for the night, decorating it with a simple ribbon. You painted your cheeks with a light blush and fluffed out your eyelashes with some mascara. You picked out a dainty white sundress littered with small flowers. The material was light and soft against your skin, making you feel almost as if you were floating with each step. When going through your closet you spot a dainty matching set of lace underwear. With a small smile, you took it out deciding you wanted to feel extra pretty tonight, even if no one else got to see them. Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe the way you're feeling, you certainly hadn’t expected the day to unfold the way it has. You slip on some heels and grab your purse before slipping out the door.

You yelp, startled, as you bump into him. He feels awful, grabbing hold of your forearms to steady you. “I’m so sorry!”, he gasped. He was wearing a linen, baby blue button down with the first couple buttons unclasped, a pair of dark trousers, and leather dress shoes. He held a single daisy in his hand, your favorite. He smiled a warm goofy smile, the small flower adding a gentle touch of charm to his already charming demeanor. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist stopping by to escort you over”, he explains, holding out the flower towards you.

You blush at the gesture, accepting the delicate flower. Perhaps he really has changed. You walk down the street side-by-side as he cracks some bad jokes and talks about the people you used to know. A faint smile spreads across your lips as you loosen up to the idea of being around him once more. As you chat about old friends and acquaintances, he can sense the lingering tension starting the fade away from your body language. His own nerves began to ease with yours, and soon you’re both laughing and enjoying each other company from cozy barstools.

“So tell me,” he asks, leaning forward with genuine curiosity, “what brings you the most happiness since those days?”. “Nothing too exciting, but I enjoy the simplicity of being a florist. You know I always loved tending the garden”, You smile, siping a martini. He nods understandingly, appreciating your passion. “That's wonderful”, he replies, taking a sip of his own drink, “it must be incredibly rewarding to create something so delicate and breathtaking”. “You could say that”, you smile. His sincerity appears so genuine, making it easy to forget who he used to be. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, it feels as if time stands still. In that moment, he truly sees you.

He swallows hard, trying to find the words to express how deeply moved he is by the person you’ve become in his absence. "You're truly amazing, Y/N," he says softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his, "I can't believe how far you've come.". The contact makes you nervous like a teenager on their first date, “Thank you, Alex”. “And thank you for giving me the time of day, even when I didn’t deserve it”, his eyes are full of emotion as he gazes into yours, seeking reassurance and validation of the newfound connection you’ve established. You remain speechless at his response. Noticing your silence, he sucks in a deep breath and continues, "I promise to do everything in my power to prove to you how sorry I am for the way I treated you.", His voice is raw with vulnerability and honesty. Alex has always been poetic, always having a way with words. It was one of the things that made you fall for him years ago. You smile back warmly, nodding in response.

You spent the night chatting over drinks and mediocre food. Hours upon hours had passed and as the dusk faded into night, you found yourself alone in the corner of the dark, empty bar. The more intoxicated you both get, the more he grows curious about what you’ve been up to while he's been gone. "Have you been seeing anyone since.. well since I left?", he asked. You thought back to the many hands you’ve rejected throughout the years, "Well no, I've just been trying to focus on the business I suppose..". He seems relieved to hear that you haven’t settled for someone else during his absence, and his expression softens further as he takes your hand in his again. "Well I'm glad to hear that," he says honestly, squeezing your hand gently. "Because if there's one thing I know for certain right now, it's that I never want to lose you again.", his eyes hold a depth of sincerity and longing that speak volumes about the feelings he's harboring.

You nervously shift, “Alex.. I still am not completely sure about this”. He looks at you intently, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "I understand that it might take some time for you to trust me again," he says gently, "But all I ask is for the opportunity to prove myself to you along the way. To show you that I've really changed". “Okay,” you agree cautiously, a small smile painted on your lips. His face lightens up once more with relief and excitement, and he leans in close, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Thank you," he whispers against your mouth, "For giving me another chance.". This gesture causes your cheeks to burn a bright red “Please know that I cherish this moment and every moment we share from now on”, he brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead with tenderness, before placing another gentle kiss on your cheek.

You look into his eyes, filled with intense emotion and the overconfidence of alcohol. Love from the past bursting through the many walls you’d built around your heart. For the first time, you can see your feelings reflected in his eyes. You take a shaky breath before you cup his cheeks, pulling his lips to yours.

At the touch of your lips on his he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. The intensity of your connection is palpable, and it feels like time has stopped as you explore each other's mouths with growing passion. When you finally break apart for air, you both gasp for breath, your faces flushed and hearts racing. You glance around at the quiet room before turning back to him, your eyes projecting your desires, “I never got over you, you know”. His eyes widen in surprise at your admission, he hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Really? But...after everything I did to you?". He can't help but feel a mix of gratitude and confusion as he processes what you’ve just said to him. “It was always you, Alex”, you whisper softly against his lips. As he listens to your words, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him: guilt, happiness, and a profound sense of gratitude. He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, "I don't deserve this," he says honestly, "But I'll do anything to make it up to you." His voice is thick with desire, and he leans in for another soulful kiss, pouring all of his desperate feelings into it.

He breaks the kiss once more, gasping for air, “Come with me,”, he urges, grasping your hand. You follow him closely as he leads you down a winding hallway until you reach his room. Once inside he turns to face you, his eyes burning with lust as he takes in your beauty. He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the silky texture beneath his fingertips. "God, you're stunning," he murmurs, "And I can't believe I almost let you go.".

He leans down to capture your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. As Your passion intensifies, he leads you over to the bed, setting you up on the soft mattress as his hands mold to your curves. You nervously grasp his wrist, “Alex- I haven’t ever been with anyone..”. You’re shy and embarrassed by the fact, but he responds with understanding and gentleness, “That’s okay”, he reassures, “we don't have to-”. You cut him off as you press your lips to his, catching him by surprise. He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours as he begins to explore your skin with his hands, learning your curves and contours as you tangle in the darkness. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of his hands on your sensitive body.

He watches your reactions, continuing to caress you gently, gradually building up to more intimate touches as he learns what makes you tick. His voice is low and soothing as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “Trust me,” he says softly, “I won’t hurt you”. You slowly undress each other in a gentle mess of kisses and longing touches. With each passing moment, you fall deeper into each other's arms. You reach out to him, your fingertips gliding down his toned chest. He gasps at the touch of your hands on his skin, feeling a surge of heat coursing through his veins. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer, returning the favor by tracing light patterns across the small of your back. “You’re incredible, Y/N”, he whispers, “So perfect”. His hands trail down your back to the curve of your ass, the contact making you whimper quietly. He leans down, capturing your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. You kiss back with a newfound sense of confidence. He takes note of your eagerness to please despite your lack of experience. He continues to explore your body with tender care, palming your breasts softly. His fingertips drag down your thighs, “let me show you just how sorry I am”.

He sunk between your thighs, your sickly sweet perfume and the lustful scent of your sex mixed together, tormenting his senses. He couldn't help but bite back a groan when he reached your pretty pink panties, the sight of them made his cock throb. He lifted your hips up towards his face, his lips brushing against the lacey fabric. “You wear these just for me?”, he murmured against you. You released a shaky breath, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you timidly nodded in reply. God, he couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled back at your shy admission. He kisses you through the fabric, his touch remaining gentle. His warm tongue dragged over the growing wet spot. You weakly prop yourself up on your elbows, just to catch his dark, longing gaze peering over between your legs. The sight alone made you shiver, which paired with the feeling of his hot breath on your skin made your brain short-circuit. He abandons your cunt, lapping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, kissing and licking you all over. His fingers glided up against your panties, the heel of his palm grinding against your sensitive cunt. The friction made you whimper softly into the tension-thick air.

Your sweet sounds prompted him to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs. You’d never felt so exposed, that you couldn’t resist the urge to press your legs together in shame. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl”, He whispered, running his large palms up your legs to meet at your knees. He slowly pulled them apart, admiring your glistening pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered breathlessly. He didn’t waste much time burying himself between your thighs, littering tender kisses across your skin. Soft pecks turned into hot open-mouthed kisses, searching for the bead of your clit. He can feel it throbbing between his lips, like a faint heartbeat against his tongue. It's a feeling unlike anything you’d ever experienced, like lightning bolts firing out of every nerve in your body.

He rolls his tongue around the small bud, giving it special attention before kissing his way down to the pool of wetness at your entrance. Your pussy is practically crying for him. His tongue prods your tight hole as you squirm against him. You whimpered loudly, pressing back against his face. His elegant nose bumped against your clit with each motion and it was perfect, he was perfect. He wants to take it slow with you, push and pull you through all the great things about sex, but you make it so hard for him to control himself. You whine sharply, your clit now more needy than ever and he’s neglecting it- oh you poor thing. He can’t help but groan against you, you’re so fucking wet and needy for him- him, and only him.

He ends the agonizing torture, moving back to your clit as it begs for his undivided attention. He wants to make you climax so hard you see stars. The mere idea of seeing your face all twisted, eyes screwed shut, and jaw hanging slack- it was too inviting to resist. You're so sensitive it takes very little effort to wind you up quickly. He suckles your clit, until your thighs are shaking between his hands. You cry out, unable to suppress the desperate moans slipping past your lips. “Alex..”, you pant, your eyes half-lidded and spilling with desire. “I know, love”, he murmurs against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout your body. He can tell you're getting closer by the second. His hot tongue swirled rough circles against your clit, his knuckles turning white as he holds you against his lips. You feel the tight muscular tension in your abdomen snap suddenly. Your back arches off the mattress and your hands grasp the sheets for stability as you’re body is set aflame. He holds you in place, working you through your first orgasm. You were a writhing, wet mess beneath him, he couldn’t help but swell with pride. “You're doing so good for me, such a good girl”, he praised, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.

He pulled back slightly, admiring his work for a moment. Your pretty pussy was begging for him, but you weren’t ready for that yet. His nimble fingers lightly traced your slit, gathering your slick on his fingertips. His eyes flicked to yours, making sure you were okay before moving forward. Your eyes were droopy with desire, your lips wet and plump, and your hair a sexy mess against his pillow. “Please..”, you choked out, your voice still shaky as you came down from your high. He satisfied your whimpers as he worked his middle finger inside. The stretch stung slightly at first, the cool metal of his ring biting your tender flesh. “God- you’re soaking”, he groaned, adding a second finger with little resistance. His hands were made for you, they filled you so perfectly. His long, dexterous fingers knew just how to make you feel things you hadn’t known were possible. Your chest heaved as he thrusted and scissored deep into you, your gummy walls sucking him right back in each time. He almost wanted to watch you fall apart in his palms, but he would save that for another day. For now, he needed to be inside you more than anything.

Satisfied, he crawls on top of you, your noses brushing against each other as he meets your eye. “I’ll take care of you”, he reassures, his lips brushing against yours. Despite all he did to prep you, you couldn’t be prepared for his size. You felt as if you were coming to pieces as he split you apart on his cock. Tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes as you try to accommodate him. “Are you alright?”, he asks softly, “If it hurts too much, just tell me, okay?”. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, repeating the process until he bottoms out. He stalls for a moment, giving your body time to adjust to his size. You grasp his shoulders and nod reassuringly, signaling for him to keep going. He flashes an intoxicating smile and picks up his movements. He showers you with affection and praise. “You’re doing so fucking good, love”, he moans breathlessly, “You feel so good”. You run your nails down his forearms lightly, your mind utterly drowned in this newfound pleasure.

His movements grow more confident and assertive as he gets lost in the sensations of being buried inside you. You squirm beneath him, calling out his name in strained whimpers. He feels your grip on the sheets, seeing the intensity of your expression as you struggle to contain your pretty sounds. He increases his pace, driving himself deeper with each thrust, “Yes.. that's it.. ” he groans, urging you gently, “Don’t hold back- let me hear you.”. The newfound pace makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your eyes roll back as you find yourself moaning and babbling his name like a broken record. You find yourselves completely consumed by each other in a fiery display of desire.

He watches each reaction intently, taking in the effects of his actions on your body and mind. His own arousal intensifies as he witnesses your pleasure. He’s never felt that way with anyone before and he pushes himself harder than ever, determined to bring you to the peak of ecstasy. You feel your muscles tightening, a small knot of energy growing steadily in your belly. He can feel the tension as your body grows rigid. He bites his inner cheek, trying to keep his composure as your cunt tightens around him. With a final surge of energy, he drives himself into you until the crackling heat of his body is toppling over and he can no longer hold back his approaching orgasm. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, whispering your name. Your bodies tremble as you hold each other through your climaxes. You lay together in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of the experience you’d just shared, feeling a connection that transcends words or boundaries.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you under the covers and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Alex?”, you ask quietly. “Yes, Y/N?”, he replies, brushing a thin strand of hair from your eyes. “So,” you began, “What were all those roses really for?”. He chuckled softly, “For you, dear. A bundle for each year I missed-”, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, “-being right here by your side”.

This is so different from the usual so I hope it doesn't totally suck- I'm sorry babes. Thank you for the request tho- I enjoyed the challenge of switching things up!

Not edited, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes!!

Love ya! <3

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indiee19 · 5 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?"

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #matt helders #jamie cook #miles kane #the last shadow puppets #alex #turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #nick omalley #miles knae #am #am arctic monkeys #alex turner am #alex turner arctic monkeys

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theultraviolencesblog · 2 years

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #hellfire club #master of puppets #metallica

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sinfullyrosey · 16 days

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Y/N: *gently holding P’s face in their hands* A good boy, a precious boy! The sweetest boy in all of Krat!~

P: *springs whirring in happiness*

Carlo: *totally not jealous over the lack of attention* Hey, what about me?

Y/N: *looks over at Carlo with an unimpressed look* And you… You are a naughty boy, a mischievous scoundrel. The most troublesome boy in all of Krat. *goes back to cooing over P*

Carlo: They seriously prefer that puppet over me?!

Romeo: Looks like it.

#Lies of P #P X Reader #Carlo X Reader #GN!Reader #I got into a new series and instantly fell in love with a puppet guys #literally took one look at his design and my resilience instantly evaporated he’s so pretty wtf??#already got like three smut fic drafts started while I ignore all my other ones that are like 2+ years old #also I know this isn’t canon compliant but it’s funny so shush!#consider it an au or something

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firesandthethuds · 6 months

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ALEX TURNER SMUT RECOMMENDATIONS

make a mess lioness @littlemissthunderstorms

sticky keys @littlemissthunderstorms

Paris mornings @littlemissthunderstorms

grinder smile, gasp @littlemissthunderstorms

Topless Models @ohladymoon

He's not the Jealous Type @ohladymoon

Rapture @ohladymoon

Tease me Please me @ohladymoon

Moonlight @ohladymoon

The Jeweller’s Hands @rentsturner

If you’ve a lesson to teach me… @rentsturner

until it doesn’t hurt. @martinipoliz

it’s always friday ‘round here, partner. @martinipoliz

ix. i think god is moving its tongue @dietmountaindewbae

vii. diet mountain dew @dietmountaindewbae

III. monsters in green dresses @dietmountaindewbae

Insatiable @thenightslikeawhirlwind

Secret Desire @thenightslikeawhirlwind

'Til you Relax Me. @mywritingonlyfans

Straps and fun. @mywritingonlyfans

Please go show all these talented writers love, this a big recommendation of my fav Alex smuts of all time. Also I know there is a ton more writers I haven't included but I will be making more of these.

THANKS FOR FEEDING US WITH THESE YOU LOVELY PEOPLE <3

#alex turner smut #alex turner #alex turner fic #Alex turner fin recs #arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #smut

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alexturnersluts · 5 months

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hopeless romantic

alex turner x reader

summary: you’ve always been a bit of a hopeless romantic

content: just fluff

a/n: my first alex fic! i have so many in my drafts that have been sitting there for months, honestly my first time writing something non marvel related so very proud. this isn’t my best but it’s better than nothing <3

you flipped the page of your book, smiling as your eyes scanned the words on the page. the room was quiet, the only sound was alex's quiet breathing as he slept peacefully, his back pressed against yours. your reading light dimly lit the pages in the large bedroom you shared as you took in the story. another romance, of course. there's nothing else you would rather read. hopeless romantic at heart.

as a teenager, you dreamed of the love you read of in your books, and as you entered your 20s, the love you wrote about in your own. it was a love you'd never experienced before alex. you thought you had been in love many times but when you met him, whatever you had before was not love. there was not a moment where you didn’t want to be around him, he was your everything. you had finally gotten the love you dreamed of. He was lying in bed beside you, stirring in his sleep when you softly giggled at your book.

"what time is it?" alex muttered, half asleep. you glanced at the clock.

"half 2" you responded. "sorry, i didn't mean to wake you"

" 's okay, darlin'" he mumbles as he shifts, his warm chest pressing against your back, his strong arms wrapping themselves around your body and his face in your neck. you lean back into his embrace as your eyes continue to scan the words on the page, the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile when your boyfriend presses a light, tired kiss onto your neck, you loved the way it still gave you butterflies. "how are you seeing anything with a light that dim?" alex questioned as he continent’s to press soft kisses to your skin.

your attention flickered to your dimming reading light. "it was brighter when i started reading, needs new batteries"

"it's a sign to put the book down and go to bed, love" as the words leave his mouth, alex reaches up and removes your bookmark from the front cover. a faint smile graces his lips as he looks at the polaroid picture of the two of you in 2016, backstage at one of alex's shows. it's been your bookmark for the last 7 years.

you whine in protest as he places the bookmark on the correct page and slips the book from your hands, lazily dropping it onto the bedside table after turning the light off. you turn in his arms, resting your head on his chest. "i love you" you mumble into his skin, over his heart, pressing a kiss there.

"i love you too"

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kanesturner · 11 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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puppetfives · 4 months

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the-floral-perspective · 3 months

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Creepypasta kink headcannons!

In honor of (late) Valentine’s Day 😏 yk the drill, mentions of sexual topics! Do not read if uncomfortable!! MDNI 18+

Jeff the killer

-major sadomasochist, LOVES pain and loves causing pain too.

-hard dom energy fr

-definitely has a knife kink omg, but like almost to an extreme level, it’s a little concerning. He also loves fucking to horror gore movies and tbh has some more taboo kinks I won’t go into much detail abt.

-his biggest fantasy is fucking someone from behind and seeing all the pain he’s inflicted on them (scratch marks, slap marks maybe some blood ykyk)

Jane the killer

-tbh major role player, soft dom energy too.

-orgasm controller, loves overstim or teasing. Just LOVES giving someone immense pleasure that they just stop working completely.

-has a specific roleplay idea that she LOVES, oddly religious, like she’s a cult leader ‘sacrificing’ a new recruit, but sexual.

-like she likes pretending to be a leader of sorts and tying up whoever she’s with and either 1. Eating them out 2. Fucking them or 3. Putting a vibrator to them, until they physically can’t anymore.

Ben drowned

-switch energy, can be totally submissive and 100% dominant whenever.

-morning sex is top TEIR.

-loves filming ykyk and keeping pictures. Totally a masochist too.

-DESPERATE SEX, never ending sex or something like that ong. Maybe a slight breeding kink and bondage.

-I think his libido is pretty high tbh, so his biggest fantasy is probably like sneaking into his spouses shower after sex and fucking them again. Like he’s into desperate, passionate sex where neither can get enough of each other. Like he wants to be pussy-whipped by the end of the day lol and his spouse would be dick-drunk too.

Clockwork

-pleasure dom. She LOVES giving head, like genuinely one of her fave things.

-or like obsessive and possessive sex yk. She likes showing her territory or something like that. Like proving her worth whenever she gets jealous???

-Ik I headcannon her as ace, but ace people can still feel sexual desire! It’s a spectrum! This is when she does get yk.

Ticci Toby

-switch easily

-he likes his senses being taken away, but like ALL his senses except for touch. Bro is a huge masochist fr. Like if you put noise cancelling headphones and cover his eyes he’s hard as an mf.

-adrenaline junkie at heart, is a little bit of a voyeur, but more risky than the other pastas. Like public bathrooms, alleyways, or like under the blankets when hanging with other pastas.

-tbh lil pervy

Judge Angels

-dom ass worshipper lol

-idk the name but likes getting a show, like stripteases??? Tbh thinks they’re silly but like, likes the idea that someone is actively TRYING their hardest to arouse her. So basically humiliation.

-would totally be down to peg tbh, like she likes being a hard dom and like making someone who is normally so authoritative or monotone and making them pathetic and subby.

-loves corruption.

Puppeteer

-sadist dom frfr

-if you’d be aight with it he’d totally slap you, ONLY DURING THE DEED THO. He does hit irl or without permission, he just likes the look of marks or like mascara tears.

-loves tying people up a lot too with his yellow strings.

-also has a slight breeding kink lol I wonder where that came from

Nurse Ann

-soft dom fr

-I know I said she’s soft, but like she totally is into blood play. But she’s like gentle and praising yk, like she’d totally cut you but she’d lick up the blood and give you praises :)

-small… tiny little mommy kink going on yk. Don’t know where it comes from, but it’s definitely a thing that gets her going lolz.

-is a sexual yapper istg, like she talks a LOT. I feel like yes, she does moan, but she also just TALKS.

Bloody Painter

-switch mostly dom tho

-I think he’s into food play tbh, like whipped cream and chocolate syrup. LOVESSS making messes. (Hates cleaning them tho, coward.) he just likes the sweetness yk and also has an oral fixation so yk.

-loves being cockwarmed omg. He loves just forcing you to feel him and not being able to do anything about it. Or even just staying in you after sex because your so warm and tight he doesn’t wanna leave.

-specific sounds??? Like odd ones tho, like gagging sounds or slurping sounds. Whether sexual or not he doesn’t know why he gets hella bricked

Rouge

-switch (leans submissive)

-has a kink for hands, like LOVES hands and forearms omg. Not the super veiny ones, but the skinny defined ones. Loves getting like (consensually) groped and manhandled.

-I AM NOT GOING TO LIE, I think she likes the idea of ghost-fucking. I mean, she is some sort of ghost now, but like, the idea that someone dead is watching her she doesn’t know about and is able to touch her??? Like it gets her turned ONNNN, idk maybe she thinks it’s her dead fiancé 😭

-does not make that much sounds during tbh, like let’s out light whimpers but nothing else. What she does do tho??? She moves. A lot. I don’t think she has a kink for being tied down as much as she’d like being held down 😏

Masky

-hard dom

-believes in power balances, and is totally into soft BDSM.

-he’s hella into spanking and is a slight sadist (he balances it out tho with like overstimulation) he’s not at all a masochist fr

-huge fan of dirty talk and pet names, like tbh kinda nicely dehumanizes??! Idk if that’s the word I should use. But he LOVES like dumbing down his girl and like idk like “just sit back, I’ll take care of you baby, just let me do that, alright?”

Laughing Jill

-switch

-tbh I really don’t think she’s that much into sex at all. Like sure she’ll give head and whatnot, but her libido is too low for me to have much headcannons.

-I feel like she’d be into pegging and probably more of a pleasure dom. When she’s subbing than she’s getting the attention yk, but she’s a classic gal yk, she likes the basics.

-sweet, simple and passionate sex yk, like with soft moans, and light scratches on the back yk.

Hoodie

-probably a dom

-I feel like he’s kind of repulsed by sex tbh tho, like his drive isn’t that big. When he’s turned on tho things r spicy 😏

-big thing for mirror sex, like he loves seeing peoples faces as he’s fucking them. It just gets him into a rut, also like, he kinda compares himself to how he looks in the mirror, so he’ll go faster and harder to “compete” almost.

-nylon fetish probably, but without the feet aspect. He just likes ripping them open and fucking someone deeply yk. He probably loves the whole idea of stockings and whatnot too, like THIGHS. Someone needs to thigh fuck him stg.

Laughing Jack

-switch (mostly sub tho tbh)

-electrostimulation tbh, he LOVES getting the shock of it. Literally. Like this ties in hella with his strong masochism. Idk whenever he gets shocked, he just always gets hard and needy. Desperate mfer.

-shibari bondage, but on HIM. Loves being tied up 100% just the feeling of the rope on his skin turns him on, like the slight burn he gets when it rubs certain places. It hurts like a bitch, but he only gets hornier.

-masochist (as listed above), he LOVES being slapped n whatnot. It’s a little hard to hurt him tho.

Jason the Toymaker

-soft??? Hard??? dom

-somnophilia (fucking someone who is asleep), he LOVES waking someone up to pleasure or just completely surprising someone awake like that. The sleepiness and all of it he just finds adorably arousing.

-dumbification?? He loves dumbing down his spouses during sex. It gives him a power balance thing idk. It also might just be like an innocence thing too.

-he also just generally loves having full and total dominance over his spouse sexually, like he WEARS the pants and princesses you, so don’t question him.

Zero

-hardest dom in town.

-loves hatefucking and just taking complete control over whoever she’s with. Even if she’s with a dom, somehow she will break them down to a sub.

-loves aphrodisiacs and other stuff like that. Also does not like giving pleasure, she only takes it. Whenever she does give pleasure it’s only to turn herself on more than what she is so she can get full use of you and your body.

-very selfish lover tbh

Homicidal Liu

-switch (leans sub)

-boob fucker, loves the honka honka.

-aggressive toy user, like he brings out toys that look like actual SAW contraptions fr. Even has a rose toy and one of those moving fleshlights. Does not use his toys that often, but uses the others on you a LOT. Has nipple clamps for you.

-also really into spanking and gagging (getting gagged 😏) he likes the ripple ykyk. LOVES cumming on you and in you too, fr this man is a cum machine…. He wouldn’t mind getting overstimulated.

Nina the Killer

-bratty sub

-along with Kate, loves exposing herself and having her body be on show. Would probably be interested in getting watched by another person while getting screwed.

-loves being praised and called princess, but sometimes when she’s sad she wants something hella physical to make herself feel worse.

-gets more wet when getting dirty talked to more than being touched lol

Candypop

-prob a switch

-TO BE HONEST,,, COSTUMES LIKE SEXY HALLOWEEN COSTUMES. Those are his kink + if there’s STOCKINGS. He basically cums in his pants fr.

-tbh think he’s kind of vanilla, but like, in a free use type of way. Like he’s into like taking you whenever he feels like it (if he has your consent) and also being used whenever you feel like it.

-but like aside from the costumes and free use thing, I think he’s simple like that yk. Idk I don’t think he has that much pizzazz in his sex life, bro just LOVES quickies.

Kate The Chaser

-mostly dom

-has a specific fantasy for car sex and doing it in inconvenient places. Not a voyeur, but if you guys were in an abandoned house she’d totally do you against multiple surfaces. Or like a tree deep in the woods.

-LOVES mutual masturbation, or like stalking someone while they’re masturbating. Also loves having someone fucking her thigh.

-gets off on exposing herself (only whenever asked to by other people.)

Eyeless Jack

-Soft dom 100% fr

-YOU KNOWWW he has a breeding kink, like that’s just who he is. He can’t help but to cum in you when you look so pretty :(

-totally a somno too, but he’d never act it out unless y’all have talked about it.

-also likes predator/prey play, this one connects with bondage. As he is literally a demon, he LOVES fucking someone significantly weaker or something of the lines.

Dr Smiley

-experimentalist at heart, switch probably.

-likes temperature play, like with ice and candle wax yk. He loves to test out his babes reaction to the sudden changes. He likes feeling them too, especially the ice going down his happy trail.

-medical play 😔 he likes to act as a doctor who takes advantage of his patients in his lab, but he’d never actually do that. It’s just roleplay.

-also huge munch btw, loves having his face be sat on.

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plush-rabbit · 1 year

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Nullified Quirk

Request: ASFGSGSHS IDEA!!!

Shigaraki fucking Aizawas daughter/student/someone v close to him, and having Aizawa be forced watch and use his quirk so Shigaraki can touch her fully without her truning into dust

Shameful anon time, too embarrassed =w=' TW: Noncon Word Count: 4K A/N: don't be ashamed here, i started this blog with shameful stuf so please feel free to be gross and never apologize for it here

A copycat quirk isn’t rare, but it isn’t common. Yours is particularly strong with you not only gaining access to quirks- mutants even- but also gaining their appearance. It’s a useful quirk when the situation turns sticky.

No one really expected the underground hero, Eraserhead, to take a new hero under his wing, much less make the so-called new hero his official sidekick, and yet, there you were, standing beside him, ready to be his sidekick.

You preen when he praises you, with each pat on the top of your head, and each and every small introduction further into his life makes you feel special. He treats you as his kid, and you love that, you love knowing that the Eraserhead is more than that to you. He’s your mentor, he’s the one who patches you up after missions, he’s the one that you can call for a ride at two in the morning. He’s Shota for you.

Of course, you aren’t the only one that finds him so much greater than others. You remember the U.S.J. incident, and how the villain there mentioned how cool Eraserhead was- or is. You aren’t sure where his feelings stand now. You remember how the villain looked at you when Shota protected you- how the villain’s eye that was visible behind the hand had widened with realization at who you were when your name was screamed. Ever since then, you’ve felt as if you've been watched, and no matter the amount of eyes that you took, you could never find whoever or whatever it was that was prying into your life.

Now, you run alongside Eraserhead, clad in your own hero outfit that resembles his. Your boots splash against the puddles of water left from the rain. Air whips beside you, a strong hand gripping at your forearm lifts you into the air and you turn to see Eraserhead use his binding cloth to swing you both over a dumpster that was shoved into the way by the escaping villain.

The villain with the blue hair turns sharply. You stumble into the ground when you’re drooped, hand indented and scratched with loose pebbles, and your nails scratch at the concrete as you give a sharp turn, watching the villain enter the building,

“Shota!” Your wrists hurt, and the smell of wet trash is sticking to your clothes. “He went inside!” You push yourself forward, opening the door, only hearing your mentor’s words a second too late to hold on.

The inside of the building is trashed- graffiti painted on the walls, empty boxes and flat cardboard littered across the floor, and surprisingly, a few of the fluorescent lights still work, giving the building an eerie glow. You turn yourself around, arms outstretched and balled into fists, eyes scanning the corners of the room, wishing that you had copied- you freeze. You see him, standing in the corner, concealed in the shadows.

You take off towards him, and in a second, something wraps around your ankles and drops you to the floor. Your head smacks into the floor, and you howl in pain with tears in your eyes. Whatever it is that is wrapped around your ankle drags you and you squirm, unable to lift yourself up to undo whatever it is. Behind you, the door bangs open, and you stretch your neck to see Shota rush towards you, only for something to latch onto him, and pull him down, his head smacking into the floor.

“Shota!” Yelling only worsens the pain in your head, and your twist you body. Your palms smack against the floor, and you’re desperate to stop yourself. You're only able to watch as he lifts his head, arms outstretched towards you as he tries to raise himself up. You aren’t sure why he’s saying no, and your vision is beginning to blur around the edges. Bile is on your tongue, and something warm trickles down the side of your face.

You barely register that it’s blood.

Hands grab at your head and jerk you back into looking at the ceiling. You gasp, and twist upon yourself and you see him standing above you, his eye looking down at you and in your haze of blood and nausea, he looks monstrous. The hand that covers his face is menacing, and it seems like it's warping around him, distorting his features and you can’t register what’s going on around you.

Something cold holds onto your body and you think it’s death approaching, that the hit to your head was too harsh- it already feels as if your brain is spilling out and turning into mush inside of you. Shigaraki is above you, grabbing at your body, and you’re going cold, goosebumps rising over your body, and nails scratching at your skin. Your calves are bare and cold, but your thighs are constricted and you lift your head. In a cruel world, this is when your body returns to itself, and you watch as the villain undoes your pants and pulls them off, letting them dust off beside him.

“No,” you mumble, lifting your hands and grabbing at the hem of your shirt and pulling it down. Your mind is catching up to what your eyes see, and you try to protect yourself, very much aware of how bare you’re becoming. “No, fuck,” you slur out, spit bubbling at the corner of your mouth as you start to take deep breaths. Something wraps around your ankle and drags you around the floor and you turn your head and kick out your legs, and you see Shota looking at you when you turn, and you freeze.

He looks away the moment that you catch his eyes.

“Look at me,” he hisses, and grabs you by the chin, making you look at him. “You only look away when I tell you to.” His hand wraps around your neck, and you take a sharp breath.

There’s a sharp pain that starts around your neck, it’s like your skin is being scraped slowly and painfully, each layer and centimeter pulled away quickly and it hurts. Tears are in your eyes and streaming down your face, and you’re calling for your mentor, nails on the concrete and blood dampening your hair. You scream, legs kicking into the ground and hands wrapped tight around a wrist, desperate to pull it away, and just like that, the harsh pain is numbed down, and your head is twisted to where Eraserhead is laid down, his hair standing on its ends, and eyes glowing.

He’s looking at him.

He’s looking at you.

He’s being forced to watch whatever is about to happen.

He’s going to watch.

The realization makes your intestines twist into a tight knot, and sweat forms under your arms and in the back of your knees. Your shirt is ripped from your body, the quality fabric torn as if it were nothing, made and held by weak stitches, and you try to cover the parts of yourself that you have only seen in the mirror. You try to fight and pull away, try to push yourself away from him, and in your injured body and weak mind, you are quickly overpowered by the villain above you.

His hands roam your body, all five fingers dragging over every inch of exposed skin. It pulls on your underwear, dragging them to your ankles, a hand on your ankle, and the other fisting cloth into his nose as he takes a deep breath with his eyes shut. “Setting up the trap wasn’t all that difficult you know?” He pulls down his pants, boxers going down. His cock is semi-hard and you’re realizing that this isn’t a scare, it’s him making a point. The head is red, a gossamer string of precum leaking from his slit and dripping onto the inside of your thigh. It bobs into a stand as he tucks your underwear into his pocket, fabric peeking out to mock you. You hope that you pass out. “You both have enough enemies that they were more than happy to help.” His hands are on your chest, nails scratching down the valley between your breasts, and stopping above your belly button. “I wonder if they knew what I was planning to do.” He moves the hand away from his face and his smile is stretched thin, teeth slick with saliva and pointed like a monster.

His teeth latch onto your nipple, and he rolls the bud around with his teeth, squishing it between the bone and tugging it away. It’s uncomfortable, and you try to push him off, hands shoving him away, but it only has him grabbing your hips and pulling you down onto his cock. Nails imbed themselves into his shoulders, flecks of red peeking between the skin and nail, and it does nothing to stop him from suckling so sweetly on your breasts.

Spit and tongue roll off your pert nipple, his cheeks hollow as he humps your body, the other hands pinching and groping the other breast. You can feel every roll and flex of the pink muscle, feel it be pushed and teased between teeth, and the stimulation between your breasts and the restless humping makes your cunt slick. He lets your breast go with a pop, and moves over to where the neglected teat is burning hot with blood and ache; his breath is hot over it, and you beg for him to stop.

“I love your tits so much,” he says. “I always jerk off to your photos, ya know.” And with that, he gives the same attention to the breast, suckling and teething, his cock hot and hard on the inside of your thigh.

Bruises coat your chest, a deep hue of blood that’s been rushed and flutters over to where he’s touched will serve as a reminder far past when you’ve cleaned his spit off of you. He licks your face, the tip of his tongue starting at your chin, and the flat of his tongue going up in a long stripe across his face. You don’t think you’ll ever forget the way that his tongue felt on you.

You won’t forget how rough he was when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. It swipes across the roof of your mouth, across your teeth, and between your lips and teeth, running over the gums. His tongue is fat, spit pooling past the corner of your lips and running down your chin and over your jaw. Your heart beats fast in your chest, flutters like a captive bird, and you are aware of the eyes that are on you, how every second that you aren’t dead, is because you have an audience.

Hands paw and slap against his chest as he deepens the kiss, so desperate to taste you that his own taste and stench will never leave you. Your cunt drips and stains the floor beneath you. His tongue is still in your mouth, invading and seeking over every inch that he can claim, and his cock rubs between your cunt, spreading your lips apart to rub his cockhead over your hardened clit, and he moans into the kiss.

“I wanted to wait until you were begging for me to fuck you,” he whispers, lips wet against yours, “but I need to feel you. Wanna stick my dick deep in your pussy,” he mumbles.

He stretches you painfully, pushes his cockhead in and without waiting for you to adjust, slams his hips until they’re pressed against yours. You scream until your throat feels raw, and you cover your eyes, sniffling and crying, kicking your legs out and trying to think of anything other than the feeling of being ripped apart. “Fuck!” A string of curses taint the air between the three of you, and you’re left hearing him, how deep his voice goes, the way that it croaks and how desperate it is with every thrust that he gives to you.

“How do you think your mentor is going to look at you, huh?” His eyes are crazed and from his neck, a hue of red is blossoming, and he gives his entire being into pushing inside of you. “You think he’ll think of you the same as before? Or will- fuck-” He dips his head down and hides himself in the crook of your shoulder- “will he think of you as the slut sidekick who fucked a villain in front of him? Do you think he’ll jerk off and think about your tits being sucked on and hearing the sloppy noises that your pussy is making?”

You wheeze and gasp for air. He’s too heavy. He reeks of sweat and musk, and it’s filling your senses; your lungs are filled with him, he’s invading every inch of you, and no matter where you turn your head, you see him, and you feel him.

“Shigaraki-” you hiccup- the soles of your boots digging into the concrete below- “please stop, please.” It’s getting harder to breathe, and you don’t know if you’ll survive into the next day. You worry about how long you’ll be trapped under him, how long you’ll feel him.

There’s a sharp pain when he pulls back and slams his hips into you. There’s no pacing, it's quick and brutal, already searching for his own high and grunting above you like an animal. “Say my name again.” You can feel his cock stretch you, the girth of it feeling as if it’s going to rip you apart, but that could also be how unprepared you were to take him. “I wanna hear you say my name when I fill your pussy with my cum.” You feel something thick and warm slide down your neck and over your shoulder.

Your eyes widen, and you arch your back when his teeth bite at your neck. Your cunt squeezes around him, and you feel him shudder, moaning into you, stiffening and moaning loudly into your ear. You realize that he’s already finished, and yet he’s still inside of you, still erect and twitching his cock in you.

“‘M gonna fuck you over and over again till I’m drained,” he says so softly against the shell of your ears. “I want you to take my seed. Gonna push it so far up your cunt, wanna make sure that you always remember this day.” You cry, and he kisses away the tears, slowly pumping his cock into you- loud squelching sounds fill the room, and you feel his semen run down the inside of your thighs. “I don’t think I could ever forget this day. Every time I see you, I’m gonna think about your pussy and how wet you are.” He lifts his head and turns it over to face Eraserhead. “Can you hear them?” You refuse to look that way. “They’re clenching over my cock. I’m surprised you never laid them down and fucked them. You ever use your cloth on them? Bind their limbs and press them against a wall and use their pussy?” He’s gotten quicker, the mental image of your mentor doing something so perverse only adds to his arousal.

“When I escape, I swear I’ll-”

Eraserhead is cut off by you. You can’t stand to hear him, so you wail, and hide yourself behind your hands. “Stop- please.” Your voice is muffled behind your hands, thick and slurred, your plead for him to stop talking. He won’t stop fucking you until he’s had his full, untill you’ve been filled, but you just need him to stop talking. Slowly, your body reacts to the stimulation, and the opening of your cunt doesn’t sting as much.

The villain is monstrous, touching you softly, pinching at your nipples and stretching them until you yelp. His hands touch your body, and you’re surprised that Eraserhead has gone this long without blinking. “You feel so good,” he says, kissing you at the end, his tongue pushing into your mouth and swirling all over, pulling apart with a string of spit connecting the two of you. His face is flushed, and he looks down at you. “Fuck, I think I could fall in love with your pussy,” he says so earnestly. “So fucking glad that I got to fuck you.” You see the inside of his cheeks hollow, and he opens his mouth, a thick spring of drool pools out and is left on your cheek, sliding down to your hair. “If being a hero doesn’t work, ‘m sure someone will pay a fortune to sink their cock into your greedy pussy.”

You do your best to stop the growing arousal. You can’t muster up any coherent thoughts, other than a few babbling words that have you choking on your tears.

“Tell him that you’re a slut,” he spits out. “Look at him and tell him how much you loved being fucked.” You start to plead for him to stop, that you won’t do that- that you can’t- but then he wraps his hand around your throat. “I may not be able to use my quirk, but I can still kill you,” he says in a low voice. “So turn your head and tell Eraserhead how much of a whore you are.”

Reluctantly, you turn your head and you choke on your words, your chest sputtering and heart beating rapidly as if it were going to burst out of your chest. “I’m a-” you stutter- “I’m a slut. You focus on Earserhead’s forehead, trying to not pay attention at how strained and exhausted he looks from having his head slammed to the ground and having to keep his quirk active for so long. “I’m a whore,” you sob.

“Yell my name. Tell him how much you love having your pussy stuffed with my cock.”.

“I love having my-” you sob, turning and shaking your head, unable to keep going, but you’re met with a slap across your face that has your cheek pulsing and burning with blood. You wheeze and your head is forced to turn to face your mentor. “I love having my pussy stuffed with Shiaragki’s cock.”

“Say it again,” he moans, slamming his hips into yours, his movements slowly turning sloppy. “I want you to yell it out loud.”

“I love Shigaraki’s cock! I love his cock so much,” you wail, thighs clenching and legs kicking out.”

He gives your clit a sharp slap, making you wince and clench around him, jerking your hips to meet his. “Look at him and tell him that.” You look at him with wide eyes. “Tell your mentor how much you love my cock- how you love the feeling of it. Do it before I decide to choke you.”

You squint your eyes shut, and take a shuddering breath before turning over to look at Eraserhead. The tears in your eyes that stream down, only help so much to obscure your vision. “I love Shiagaraki’s cock! I love how it feels inside of me!”

“Fuck!” He curses out. He’s getting close and you hope that this will be the end. “Tell him how you’re a fucking slut. How you want me to fuck you like a whore. How you love villain cock and want my villain cum in your greedy pussy,” he commands, wrapping his hand around your throat.

You hesitate and his hand tightens around you, nails breaking your skin, until you’re choking and flailing your limbs. “I’m a slut,” you cough out, spitting wetting the floor beneath you. With each raggedy breath, you say a vile sentence out loud, hoping that he’ll ejaculate into you already. “I want Shigaraki to fuck me like a whore.” The knot in your stomach is starting to tighten, and you kick your legs out, clenching your cunt around his cock. “I love villain cock and I want Shigaraki to cum in my greedy pussy,” you bawl, biting down on your lip when you feel your high finally start to tear through your body.

Your body tenses and a rush of water spills out of you, spraying over him and your left crying on the floor as the villain pumps into you. “Ha!” He laughs manically. “Did you see that Earserhead? They’re a squirter!”

Left sensitive, your body shakes and twitches, the inside of your cunt, wet and squishy with your arousal and his seed. He kisses you again, and wet, sloppy kisses peppered over your face, as he moans out your name, and lets his weight fall above you. You’re crushed, and his hand squirms between the two of you, letting the flat of his hand rest over the soft swell of your stomach.

“Your pussy really is the best,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss against your cheek as his cock twitches it’s own arousal into you.

His weight is heavy above you, crushing your chest and suffocating you. With him still inside of you, you can feel his cock twitch and leak something inside of you. The fluorescent lights make your head hurt. You feel his lips press against the side of your face and tears slide down to wash where his lips have touched you. His hand cups over your breast, and pinches at the abused nipple. You feel him smile when you let out a whine.

“You felt so good,” he mumbles. “I wish I could keep you- fuck you whenever I wanted and kiss you whenever.” You feel heavy.

The weight disappears and he lifts you up, your body limp like a doll, and your mind empty, eyes staring into nothing. He drags you with him, nails digging into your wrist and there’s something leaking out of you, a thick warm trail sliding down the inside of your thigh as your feet stumble on the ground. His breath is warm beside the shell of your ear, and it makes your skin burn, feeling like a rash is breaking out and spreading itself down your neck and flaming your chest. You’re let go, and you fall without support and the pain on your knees and the slamming of the door brings you back to reality.

Your eyes dart around the room until you find your mentor, still staring at you, legs bound to the floor and nails scraped with crimson tinting at his fingertips. You’re not sure what to do. A breath fills your lungs, and it quickly leaves. Another enters, sharper and shakier, and your breaths are heavy, chest rising and falling, with tears welling in your eyes and dripping down your cheeks and landing on your chest. Your arms wrap around your body, nails scratching at the exposed skin and scratching down, desperate to peel away what he’s touched.

Screams are muffled by your hand, legs pinched tight and eyes staring at the ground that’s covered in grime. You can feel his heaviness on you, and you want the ground to swallow you, to open a cavern underneath you and let you fall into nothingness.

Time has passed and your throat is sore. There's a lump in your throat, and you can feel how raw it is, the iron thin on your tongue, and the queasiness that’s making itself known in your stomach is threatening to spill past your hand and onto your knees. You want to walk away, and wash the blood, grime, and spit off of you. You want to scoop out whatever it is that he’s filled you with and let it wash down the drain into the pipes and never see the light of day again.

But you can’t leave yet. With shaky legs, you stand and hold yourself against the wall for a moment, before walking towards your mentor where he lays trapped. His eyes have looked away, and they don’t look at you as you rest your hand on the makeshift trap. You shut your eyes tight when your hands turn pale and nails turn chipped and sharp as the trap disintegrates into ash. He finally turns to you, and you look away. You jump when his jacket is placed over you.

“Wait here.” His voice is quiet, and you can feel the heaviness of his hand pat at the top of your head and pull away when you shy away from his touch. He mumbles an apology that you don’t respond to. “I’m going to get you clothes and then I’ll take you home. Just wait here.” The door closes with a slam and you’re left alone.

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darkacademiablues · 4 months

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Late SIAS Alex Turner singing hellcat spangled shalalala in 2012.

Arctic Monkeys

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ferociousmochis · 1 year

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OKAY OKAY hear me out:

Al and reader with a hand kink 😏

Play with me

Alex Turner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom alex/sub reader, hand kink, fingering, choking, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, literally just pure smut

You always adored his hands. The way his elegant, nimble fingers danced so beautifully across the strings of his guitar. They were long and graceful, you couldn't help yourself from being mesmerized by him.

You'd only been casually dating for a month now but he was truly something else. The man had you wrapped around his beautiful fingers from the moment you locked eyes. He was the most attractive man you'd ever met and his charm was incomparable to any other, you adored his plethora of little nicknames for you and his many romantic gestures.

It was safe to say you were infatuated with each other. Regardless of this, you still were a little shy- embarrassed even- when talking about sexual topics. Of course he loved to see you flustered, getting a rise out of your was his favorite. Your little pink cheeks and wide eyes- god it fucking killed him every time. Nothing made him crazier then seeing you flushed and whimpering.

You'd imagine his surprise when he began to notice your attraction to his hands. He saw the way your eyes lingered on them a little longer than they should, how your legs pressed together ever so slightly when he played guitar for you, and, oh how you loved holding and touching his hands, lightly running your fingertips across his rings and tracing the veins of his arm.

And so, he tortured you. Sly little touches plagued you every chance he got, he did everything to rile you up. Wrapping his arms around you in public, making sure you felt his grip on your waist. Alex was a possessive lover. Seeing his effect on you drove him insane, an effect that only he could have of course.

On this particular day you knew Alex and the boys would be working late, so you decided you'd do something nice. You'd spent the whole day crafting the perfect macaroon recipe until they were just right, and excitedly brought them down to the studio as a fun surprise for everyone.

Your little sundress swished with each step as you pushed the door open, carrying the little basket of baked goods. Jamie was the first to spot you. "Hey little lady! Whatcha got there?", he nodded curiously. "Just a little something for you guys, Alex told me it was gonna be a long one soooo-", you pulled out one of your little treats. His face lit up as you tossed him the basket, "You're the best Y/N".

You giggled before turning to the rest of the group, noticing Alex fiddling with his guitar. Your face heated up a bit, seeing him play always did something to you that you could not explain. He lifted his head, locking eyes with you from across the room. His demeanor seemed off. He was tense, his eyes raked across your form and you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. You flashed him a light smile and waved through the window, his jaw tightened before he returned to playing. You brushed it off as inappropriate timing and left it at that, assuring everyone that you'd see them later before hurrying back home as to not disrupt any longer.

Only a few hours had passed before you heard the front door swing open and shut. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, making a beeline for your room. You glanced up towards the door and saw his dark silhouette outlining the frame. Rubbing your eyes, you whispered, "Alex?". Soft moonlight peered through the curtains, illuminating your skin as you lay under the covers.

You crawled out of bed, making your way around to meet him. His face was nearly impossible to read, eyes darting all over your features. A small nightdress hung loosely from your shoulders, cutting off around the apex of your thighs, your hair was somewhat messy and your lips were parted ever so slightly.

He didn't say anything, instead he just approached you like he was on a mission. His hands moved to toy with the hem of your gown, knuckles brushing against your thighs. "Do you enjoy disrupting me at work, love?", he questioned, his voice low. "N-No! of course not-" you stutter, embarrassment stinging your cheeks. "Ogling me at work like I wouldn't notice", he turned away, moving towards the bed. You shuffle after him, "Alex I-". "You what?", he tests, turning back to look down at you.

Your face is beyond red now, you had no clue what to say. He places his hand under your chin. His fingertips traced your jaw, angling your face to his own. The contact made you shudder, the span of his palm cradled most of your face. His eyes flicked between yours and your lips. The rugged pad of his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip, leaving you even more flustered. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before tangling his hand in it and pulling your face up to meet his in a desperate kiss.

He sits back on the bed, pulling you into his lap as his hands travel beneath your nightdress, pulling it over your head and leaving no curve untouched or unkissed. He runs his palm over the curve of your ass, squeezing the flesh and spinning you around. His hands hold you tight, pulling your back firm against his chest and into his lap. His large hands grasped your breasts as you squirmed and wiggled against him. "Such a needy little thing", he whispered into the crook of your neck.

One of his hands trailed down your stomach and to your thighs, peeling them apart. His fingertips traced light patterns into your inner thigh as he taunted you. "Silly girl", he grumbled, "distracting me at work in your little dress". You were breathless, each moment his hands inched closer to your hot core, "just begging for me to touch you".

You lean flush against his chest as he spread you open wider, feeling beyond exposed in contrast to him being fully dressed. His hand snaked between your thighs, skilled fingers rubbing your clothed center. You rut your hips out against him, desperate for more friction. "I've seen you watch me play..", he whispered almost as if he was sharing a secret. His fingertips stroked your covered hole, admiring the wet patch forming on your panties. "Is this what you wanted doll?", he continued, "You want me to play with you instead?". You bit your lip and nodded frantically, painting a devilish smirk across his lips.

He hooked the delicate material of your panties, pulling them to the side. You could hardly breathe without choking on the tension. He ran his nimble digit through your folds. "So fucking wet already", he smirked, "and I've barely touched you, darling". He circled your clit lazily, not enough to satisfy you, but applying just enough pressure to leave you exasperated. You whined, completely at his mercy. "What's wrong love?", he teased, "frustrated?".

"Well I bet now you can imagine how I felt when you walked into the studio today", he whispered, his husky voice cutting you like a knife. His breath was hot against your neck, warm lips attaching to the sensitive skin as he spoke. "Oh how I wanted to take you right there, in front of all of 'em", his hand's movements quickened in pace, making your breath catch in your throat. "Thinkin' about how I would bend you over the fuckin' console-", he groaned in your ear, "and fuck you till you're screamin'". He chuckled darkly, "we'd probably make a damn good record".

You glanced up at him weakly, your eyes clouded with desire and mind hazy. You let out a surprised squeak when his middle finger breeched your entrance. "Fuck- you're tight", he gasped, dragging the digit in and out of you slowly. "But I think you can take more than that", he declared, his tone laced with lustful venom. He added his ring finger, and the slight stretch burned deliciously, causing your head to loll back on his shoulder.

You rocked your hips against his hand, soft whimpers dripping from your lips. He sought out that one spot in you that made you see stars and boy did he know when he found it. The pads of his fingers nudged your spongey g spot, making your whole body jerk forward. Your back arched off his chest but he was quick to wrap his arm around you, holding you right where he wanted you. "There it is..", his voice is almost patronizing, making you feel small and under his control. His long fingers curled up, stroking relentlessly as a knot began to form in your lower abdomen. "Look at yourself sweetheart", he muttered hoarsely, "I want you to watch while I fuck you with my hand". The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you consumed your senses. His words alone were bringing you to your release, but his ministrations are ultimately what made you snap. With the curl of his fingers you were spasming against him, your legs shaking weakly sprawled out on the bed. "Good girl", he gasped, holding you to his chest as you rode out your high.

He flipped you over and you sunk into the bed, your back pressed against the mattress as he towered over you. His large hands ran across the span of your body. His fingertips trailed from your calves, down your thighs and up your waist, until his hands were kneading your breasts. You squirmed under his touch, the sensation was overwhelming as lingering ecstasy still pricked your nerves. He brushed the pad of his thumb across you sensitive nipple making you whine. "Pretty sounds", he murmured, "so pretty". His mouth found its place at your other nipple, nipping and sucking on the supple flesh. His free hand plunged between your legs, his calloused thumb rubbing rough, tight circles on your clit. You arched up against his chest as you whimpered desperately, "Alex please-". He loved to hear you beg. "Please what, darling?", he pressed. Of course his perfect girl always knew just what to say- "please fuck me Alex"

He practically tore his shirt from his chest. Each curve of him looked like a sculpture, designed and created just for you. You felt yourself clench around nothing as he freed himself of his pants, his size always made your breath hitch in your throat. He was long and thick, light veins decorated the span of his shaft, leading up to his weeping tip. He lined up with your entrance, pumping himself in his hand a few times before running his head through your folds.

He sunk himself into you slowly, relishing in the way your tight walls gripped his length. You felt so full you could nearly explode, like he was splitting you in two. He pulls himself from you nearly completely, before rolling his hips into yours, snapping up sharply to meet you. You feel him brush against your cervix, and a broken moan ripped itself from your chest.

His head falls back with a groan. He was iridescent, the light beading of sweat on his bare chest making him glow in the dim light. He grasped your chin directing you to meet his gaze, his eyes were dark and the intensity of them made you shrink. He brought his face closer to yours, studying every micro expression that flashed across the span of your face.

He doesn't waste much time picking up an aggressive pace, you felt your mind going numb with each passing moment. He palmed your breasts, pulling your body to meet him with each thrust. "S' good", you babbled softly, only spurring him on. He lays propped up above you, the stiff peaks of your breasts brushing his chest in tandem with his harsh movements.

He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. This earned a desperate whimper from you, "Oh you like that don't you?", he whispered, "I thought you would".

He removed his hand from your throat, but its absence was short lived when he shoved two of his long fingers past your lips. You sucked eagerly, almost as if on impulse. The idea of his hands all over you, even in your mouth, made you clench around him. "Fuck-", he breathed, biting the inside of his cheek as his thrusts faltered, "such a good fuckin' cunt". You were drooling all over yourself and his hands, "such a pretty little mess, 'eh?".

He removed his hand, now slick with your salvia, dipping back down to your swollen, needy clit. You cried out, incoherent sentences pouring from your lips. He knew you were close, just teetering on the edge of oblivion. "Come on, sweetheart", he groans, "let go for me".

He curses your name as your cunt clamps around him, a deep moan escapes his chest as his thrusts stutter. Your tense muscles milk his cock almost instantly. Hot ropes of release paint your walls, making you feel impossibly more full.

He crashes into you, his face buried into your chest as his arms wrap around your waist tightly. Your hearts are beating fast as you try to catch your breaths. He looks up and smiles,

"You should come by more often."

Oml its been ages since I've posted. I went back and forth on so many prompts and tossed so much shit out of indecision, but I finally finished one. It's not my best work, but it'll do and I just wanted to get something out. Again, this is another late night write and its not proofread, so it prob is littered with mistakes and I will likely end up editing later. Love ya'll, thanks for reading ❤️

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hi,,, :) i love you and your writing. i usually don’t fangirl over writers like this but i genuinely love the way you describe everything, you’re such an amazing writer and you honestly deserve the world!

now on to my devious (not so devious request, that by the way, you totally don’t have to do if you’re uncomfortable or anything, i’ll understand!)

i’ve been on this kirk rampage and was wondering if you could write something involving the reader being a virgin and kirk being their best friend and one night the topic comes up and they decide to yk… do it? but kirk makes a big show out of it and it ends up with him being very soft and loving and somewhere in there he confesses his love and how he’s head over heels for them?

Taboo Shit

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, language, talks of sex, unprotected sex

Summary: *in request*

Word Count: 4.5k

I always assumed that once he became a famous guitarist, late nights spent on the couch watching horror movies with my best friend would be a thing of the past. To my surprise, however, Kirk almost always made time for me despite his hectic schedule, even if it was only for a few hours.

As the B-list horror film dragged on in the background, I gripped a half-full beer bottle by the neck and rested my body against the back of the couch. Neither Kirk nor I were paying attention, as the real purpose of these evenings wasn't to watch movies. These were the nights for catching up on each other's lives and gossiping about taboo topics that only best friends could discuss amongst each other.

A frequent topic of movie nights was sex.

Despite harboring a giant sexual secret I usually was able to avoid talking about my sex life and instead expertly twisted the conversation back to groupies.

“How are the girls on the road, Kirk? Are they nice?”

I already knew the answer to this question as I had discussed this topic with him many times before. But if the awkward silence was left unattended, I feared his mind would conjure up questions I did not want to answer.

Okay Y/N, what’s your craziest sexual experience?

What’s the weirdest place you’ve fucked?

Be honest with me, how many people have you had sex with?

I rolled my head to the side so that my cheek would now rest against the rough couch cushions. Kirk was focusing on the television, his tanned skin and most pronounced features being highlighted by a bright white light. Despite having his eyes glued to the screen, he wasn't watching the movie. His gaze seemed to be traveling through the television and into another realm. He shrugged nonchalantly.

“I would not use the word nice to describe the girls at our shows.”

Kirk said with a chuckle, his quick laugh momentarily revealing his white teeth.

“But the novelty of groupies wore off a long, long time ago. So…”

Kirk shook his head, his lips pursed into a thin line.

“Don’t ask me.”

I furrowed my brow.

Kirk, not a man who enjoys wild, unprotected sex?

No way in hell.

“You’re not a groupie guy?”

Kirk licked his lips in response to the slightly suggestive nature of the conversation.

“Well… I didn’t say that.”

He cocked his head so that his brown eyes were staring straight into mine, and he grinned broadly.

“I’m not saying I don’t fuck the occasional groupie. Cause I definitely do. And I most likely fuck more than the average man.”

There it was. Despite his mostly soft personality at his core he still is, and always will be, a rockstar.

“But I don’t fuck just anyone… when I fuck a girl I make sure there’s a little something about her that’ll make the experience memorable.”

I scoffed.

“Wow Kirk. I never thought you were a man of taste.”

I said sarcastically. Kirk rolled his eyes.

“I never said that.”

The soft sounds of people talking filled the brief moments of silence between us. But the distant voices had transformed into white noise. However, these conversations were occasionally interrupted by screams, reminding us that a horror film was still playing on the screen.

“I’m just saying if you won’t remember the sex a week after you’ve had it then what’s the point of having it at all?”

Kirk spoke while waving the beer bottle through the air, emphasizing certain points.

“For example, I bet you a million bucks James couldn’t name half the groupies he’s fucked in the last two months.”

Kirk pointed at me, beer bottle in hand.

“But I can name 90 percent of the ones I’ve fucked.”

Kirk was fully engrossed in the conversation, his arms flailing about as he thoroughly explained the art of groupies to me.

“You want quality over quantity, y'know? You don’t want experiences that last half an hour and then are forgotten memories by the next day. You want experiences that stick inside your mind. You want experiences that you’ll fucking touch yourself too a month later.”

Kirk’s voice was proper, as if he was giving a public speech on how to end world hunger. But the topic was so sleazy that my mind hung on every single word while anxiously anticipating the next sentence.

I wish I could get a few experiences like that under my belt.

Hell, just one.

“You're a crazy man, Kirk Hammett.”

I twisted my head until my gaze was drawn to the pale ceiling above me. The cold bottle had become warm, and the condensation made my hands slick. As I raised the bottle to my mouth, it almost slipped from my grasp due to its dampness. Because my head was cocked back at an odd angle, I had to strain to swallow the flat liquid. After finishing the last few drops, the empty bottle fell to my lap.

“How are the boys in your life? Are they nice?”

I sighed, the relaxed atmosphere of the room making it difficult to react with any emotion.

“What boys?”

I asked. Kirk scoffed.

“Well, I suppose I should say men.”

Hell, it didn’t make a difference to me. There were no boys in my life and there definitely weren't any men in my life.

“Are we referring to the men in my family? Because if that’s-“

“Come on Y/N don’t play dumb. I’m talking about boyfriends. I’m talking about fuck buddies. I’m talking about random hookups in the dirty bar bathrooms.”

Kirk was becoming agitated, and I couldn't blame him. I've been avoiding his questions about sex for years, yet I still feel as if I have a right to question him about the same topics.

“Obviously I’m not talking about your goddamn family members.”

I licked my lips, not in the mood to reach for chapstick.

“Don’t ask me about that, Kirk.”

“But all you do is ask me about sex!”

Shit. I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”

There was a pause in conversation.

“No, you're completely fine. God, I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m sorry for snapping at you I’m just curious why you’re so reluctant to talk about sex when all you ask me about is sex.”

Would Kirk still think of me the same why if I confessed the true reason why I always asked him about his sex life?

I was a virgin.

And hearing his crazy, very hot sex stories allowed me to live vicariously through Kirk. I'd force myself to stay awake into the late hours of the night just so I could touch myself while my neighbors were hopefully asleep. Typically these fantasies would consist of whatever wild stories Kirk had told me a few nights prior. I would insert myself into these situations and imagine that I was making sweet love with any hot guy that had been heavy on my mind.

“I guess I don’t have any interesting stories to tell.”

I mumbled almost incoherently.

I didn’t want to cast a glance at Kirk because the idea of sex was now floating haphazardly around my brain. And what I hated to admit, was that after these long nights of wonderful masturbation I would drift off to sleep. Sometimes, in my sleep, I’d experience the same fantasy that I had touched myself to just moments prior. Except Kirk would replace whatever man I had imagined making love to me before.

“Come on Y/N, every adult has at least one slightly interesting sex story to tell.”

I didn’t.

I didn’t have any.

I didn’t want to open my eyes in fear that I’d confess to everything at the mere sight of Kirk’s deep brown eyes and sly smirk.

“How else would you fit in at parties?”

I always assumed these wet dreams were just a mere figment of my wild subconscious, nothing more. However, these vivid images began to creep into my conscious mind, making my life ten times more difficult whenever I somehow caught Kirk's soft scent of worn leather and stale liquor.

“Okay how about this.”

Kirk noticed that I wasn't groveling at his feet and spilling my deepest secrets from a moment of failed convincing.

“How did you lose your virginity?”

Shit.

I can’t say I didn’t see this coming.

But I hate that we have come to this point.

I simply tried to keep my cool and conceal the fact that my heart was pounding inside my chest. I could only hope that the television's white light wasn't exposing my hot (and definitely flushed red) cheeks. My eyes remained closed as I fidgeted with the loose corners of the beer bottle label, attempting to release the nervous energy that had built up within my limbs.

“Why do you wanna know that?”

I couldn't hide the slight voice crack that occurred at the end of my sentence as I raised my voice to conclude the question.

Fuck.

I was screwed.

Kirk had backed me up into a corner and wasn’t moving out of my way anytime soon.

“Because everyone has at least a slightly interesting loss of virginity story. I mean, unless you live in a movie, losing your virginity is almost never an amazing experience.”

I gulped.

I could always make something up.

“Alright. I’ll tell you since you seem so fucking interested.”

The bright white light stung my retinas as my eyelids slowly fluttered open. Oh, it was brighter than I had anticipated. Kirk is likely to notice the deep red blush on top of my cheekbones. I sat up, my spine straight against the back of the couch. I set my beer down on the coffee table in front of us, ensuring that I slow my movements to give me time to conjure a lie.

“I am eager.”

I turn my head, my breath hitching in my throat as Kirk leaned into me, eager to hear my juicy story. Little did he know the close proximity did little to quell my rapid heart beat or the dull ache forming between my thighs.

“There was this guy… in highschool.”

I didn’t sound convincing.

I didn’t sound convincing in the slightest.

Kirk cocked an eyebrow, clearly suspicious.

Shit. I couldn’t lie.

I mean, I could. But did I really want to?

The last thing I wanted was to become caught in a web of lies that would definitely result in me becoming trapped in my own words.

“Shit Kirk.”

I sighed.

“I can’t lie to you.”

Creases formed in between Kirk’s eyebrows.

“Lie? Lie about what?”

I swallowed. A large lump was forming inside my dry throat.

“I can’t tell you a loss of virginity story because I don’t have one.”

Kirk leaned back, placing distance between us.

“Shit Y/N… are you tryna tell me you’re-“

“A virgin?”

I interrupted.

“Yup. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Kirk moved his tongue slowly along his bottom lip, carefully calculating his next move. He stared blankly into my eyes, his expression devoid of any emotion that would indicate what was going through his mind.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Kirk inched closer.

“I’m not kidding you.”

Kirk set his beer bottle on the wooden coffee table. He extended his hand, his rough palm resting atop my knee. I tried not to think about Kirk's unbelievably large hand completely encircling my kneecap while I kept my gaze fixed on his lustful eyes.

“Tell me Y/N, what’s a pretty girl like you still doing as a virgin?”

Kirk inched closer until our sides were pressed together. Heat radiated off his thin body in strong waves, instantly raising my internal temperature.

Shit. Was it hot in here, or was it just me?

I craned my neck back, trying to create as much space as possible between our faces. If our lips were any closer, the strong magnetic force pulling my body towards him would force me to end the wonderful foreplay.

“I don’t know.”

I muttered under my breath. My voice would be inaudible if Kirk wasn't positioned inches away from me.

“Does the thought of sex make you nervous?”

His open palm began to move upwards, eventually halting once he reached the hem of my skirt. I was so touch deprived that a simple caress of my thigh was already making me wet.

My hands balled into fists. I wanted to touch Kirk. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and drag my nails down his bare chest. But the timing wasn't quite right. So I clenched my fists on my lap, my knuckles white as my nails dug into my palms.

“No… I-I couldn’t really tell you why.”

It wasn't a complete fabrication. I could have gotten my hands on someone desperate and simply bitten the bullet.

However, I did not.

So there must be a reason for my refusal to lose my virginity, right?

Even if my mind refused to accept whatever the true reason for my innocence was, there was undoubtedly one hidden under the web of confusion.

Kirk’s hand inched further upwards, under the hem of my skirt.

“Is this okay?”

Kirk inquired, his tone softening with sympathy for my helpless self. His pinky brushed against my clothed clit, eliciting a subtle groan from the back of my throat. I pursed my lips together to conceal my desire, but the smirk playing on Kirk’s lips let me know that my efforts were futile.

Fuck.

I caught Kirk’s wonderful scent that never fails to send a wave of heat directly to my core.

“Yes. It’s okay.”

I nodded, the blood rushing from my cheeks to my cunt as Kirk cupped my soaking wet heat through my thin panties.

“Can I kiss you?”

Kirk brought his face impossibly towards mine until our noses brushed together lightly. Kissing seemed so… Intimate. I’ve kissed before, but typically I kiss just for the purpose of kissing. Kissing while knowing what it’ll inevitably lead to made my stomach drop.

“Okay.”

But kissing Kirk Hammett was a risk I was most definitely willing to take. My eyes drifted towards his lips, taking a mental image of his plush mouth before he closed the space between us. I quickly lost myself in the sensation of his lips as they were delightfully soft. My hands quickly entwined themselves in the curly strands of his hair as I exhaled deeply into the kiss.

“Please tell me you’ve kissed someone before.”

Kirk said sarcastically against my lips. I playfully smacked his cheek, being careful as to not disturb the chemistry happening between our connected mouths.

“Of course I’ve kissed someone before.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He asked. I pulled back until I could stare comfortably into Kirk’s eyes.

“Um. Yes, I’m sure.”

I said, confused. Kirk flashed me a smirk before pushing my panties to the side and running two fingers up my wet slit. My eyes fluttered shut as his calloused fingertips brushed against my swollen clit.

“You’re so fucking wet already baby and I’ve barely even touched you. Only people who haven’t kissed someone get this wet from a little peck.”

My head gently fell to Kirk’s shoulder, my hand instinctively grasping his wrist to guide his movements. I didn’t have time to be ashamed about my unveiled desire. My body could only yearn for the next step of the process.

“Please don’t stop.”

I begged, my tone breathy, nails digging into his wrist.

“Is my poor little baby touch starved? Do you need me to play with your pretty little pussy?”

Kirk said, tutting sarcastically. I grit my teeth, his tone so sexy that it nearly made me cum atop his fingers.

“Yes…”

My voice trailed off as Kirk pressed his fingertips to my swollen bud, rubbing agonizingly slow figure eights onto my clit. I groaned in pleasure, my free hand engulfing Kirk’s neck to hold him impossibly closer to me.

“Please just-“

I gulped.

“Make me cum Kirk… I fucking need it.”

Kirk’s hair tickled my forehead while gradually increasing the movements of his fingers. I bucked my hips towards Kirk’s hand, groaning when he slowed down as a result of my desperation.

“Relax baby… I’ll make you cum.”

Kirk tilted his head to the side and tenderly placed a kiss on my temple. Without warning, he plunged two long fingers knuckle deep inside of me, thrusting them upwards against my spongy walls. My entire body convulsed, back arching as a spark of pleasure jolted through my insides, my stomach flipping.

“Fuck Kirk! Keep doing that… please, do that again.”

I blurted, my tone quivering in unison with my trembling knees. Kirk chuckled, harshly snapping his fingers upwards once more. I moaned, my jaw falling open as a dozen new sensations coursed through me.

“Like that?”

Kirk inquired devilishly. I nodded against the crook of his neck.

“Yes… yes just like that.”

Kirk placed a second kiss on my temple, removing his long digits from my soaking wet cunt. I groaned at the sudden loss of contact, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

“Can I taste you?”

Kirk inquired, breaking free from my firm grip on his shoulders. I loosened my grasp on his wrist, noticing the crescent moon shaped indents I'd left in the wake of my nails.

“Yes. Please do.”

He clambered to the floor, watching me intently through his lashes as he kneeled in front of my parted legs. Kirk slowly ran his open palms up the tops of my thighs, stopping once he reached the waistband of my panties. I shifted my hips forward until I was just barely sitting on the edge of the couch in order to push Kirk’s gorgeous face closer to my core.

Kirk hooked a finger in the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs and dropping them nonchalantly to the floor. He threw my knees over his shoulders and began to place soft kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his face pushing my skirt upwards until the fabric pooled around my hips. I leaned back on my hands, watching Kirk intently as he moved with purpose. He would bring his mouth inches away from my desperate cunt before trailing his lips away, leaving me high and dry.

“Please Kirk.”

I begged, tangling a hand in his curly hair, lightly tugging him towards my center.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

Kirk smirked against my inner thigh.

“Alright baby, if that’s what you want.”

He buried his face between my legs, lapping at my swollen clit and sending me into an instant state of nirvana. I threw my head backwards, exposing my neck for Kirk’s gaze while involuntarily crushing his head between my thighs.

My breath hitched in my throat as Kirk gave a particularly intense flick to my clit.

“Oh God…”

I moaned, my lower abdomen pinching as my pussy grew wetter from Kirk’s deliciously warm mouth.

“You taste so fucking good baby. Are you gonna cum on my face?”

Kirk murmured against my core. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, ripping a few stray strands of hair from Kirk’s scalp while grinding my face against his mouth.

“Yeah…”

The pressure in my stomach gradually built until I could feel my body on the brink of a mind boggling orgasm. The fear of Kirk halting his movements still played in the back of my mind. I would most likely cry if I was left starving after being so close to a release.

“Please don’t stop Kirk. I’m gonna cum.”

I knit my brow as Kirk’s movements became eager, his tongue firmly flicking my swollen clit.

“I’m not stopping, baby.”

And with Kirk’s raspy tone playing inside my brain, I came all over his pretty mouth. My facial muscles clenched in unison with my cunt, chest heaving sharply with every labored breath. I moaned loudly while Kirk hurriedly worked to bring me down from my extremely intense orgasm.

Kirk rose from his kneeling position, flopping onto the couch next to me once he was satisfied with his work. I leaned back against the couch, cocking my head to the side to gaze longingly into Kirk's lust-filled pupils.

He cupped my face with his hand, throwing his other arm behind me along the back of the couch. I brought my lips against his plush mouth, tasting my juices as Kirk quickly slipped his tongue between my teeth. He utilized his body weight to push me until my back collided with the soft couch cushions.

We made out slowly on the couch, Kirk’s warm body hovering over my tender breasts. My hands grasped the collar of his black tank top, yanking the thin fabric above his head and tossing it to the floor haphazardly.

Kirk’s bare chest was now on display for my hands to caress freely. I trailed my open palms against the delicate skin of his chest, his muscles rippling under my hot touch. I raked my nails through his thick happy trail, my fingertips finding his thin black belt.

“Please give it to me Kirk.”

I said while attempting to undo his silver buckle with trembling hands. Kirk allowed me to undo his belt, smiling against my lips as I pulled the leather through his jean loops with a satisfying whoosh.

“Will you take off your shirt for me?”

Kirk whispered sensually against my wet mouth. I pulled away, grasping the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head without embarrassment. Kirk scoffed as he took in the sight of my bare chest on display for his wandering eyes.

“That baggy shirt did not do your body justice.”

He murmured under his breath before catching my mouth in a heated kiss. My cheeks flushed hot as Kirk ground his clothed bulge against my bare cunt. I groaned, his mouth swallowing my noises as the hardness of his cock was brought to my attention.

“You still want me to fuck you baby?”

Kirk asked, his lips finding my ear to gently nibble on my earlobe. My eyes fluttered shut as I relished in the heat of the moment.

“Yes, just… be gentle please.”

Kirk reached between our bodies to undo his jeans, pushing them down just enough to allow his rock hard cock to spring free from its confines. My eyes couldn’t help but look down, only to be taken aback by the sheer size of his thick length.

“Kirk…”

My voice trailed off as I took in his swollen pink tip that was glistening with precum.

“Yes baby?”

“I don’t think it’ll fit.”

Kirk chuckled as he grasped his veiny cock with one hand, gently running it through my wet folds. I threw my head back, brow knitting as his swollen tip brushed against my clit.

“It’ll fit baby, just relax for me.”

Kirk buried his face in the crook of my neck, gently rocking his hips forward to bury his thick cock halfway inside my eager cunt. My muscles tensed due to a jolt of pain erupting from my pussy.

“Kirk. I don’t know if-“

I cried.

“You’re okay baby.”

His hot breath tickled the thin skin on my neck.

“Let me start fucking you and then decide if you really want me to stop.”

He buried the rest of his rock hard cock inside of me. I dug my teeth into my lower lip to mask my noises of discomfort. Kirk began rocking his pelvis back and forth, spreading my juices along his length.

Slowly, the tension inside of me began to fade away as the pain inside of me slowly morphed into heated pleasure within my lower abdomen.

“Does that feel good baby?”

Kirk inquired, his tone completly fucked out as he groaned next to my ear.

“Yeah. Yeah it feels really fucking good Kirk.”

I gulped.

“You’re so fucking big.”

The intense stretch of my walls made me feel as if at any moment my body could rip in two.

“Shit Y/N, If you keep talking like that I may forget to be gentle.”

The next words became trapped in my throat and erupted from my mouth as a strangled cry.

“Please go faster Kirk.”

Kirk began to pull his cock from my cunt before gently snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside me once more. The intensity of his thrusts gradually became quicker, more intense. My body rocked with every jerk of his pelvis, the tip of his cock eventually finding my g spot.

I moaned loudly, my pussy clenching around his length.

“Does that feel good baby?”

The intensity of his thrusts had increased tenfold.

And it felt absolutely amazing.

“Yeah, it feels really good. Keep going… please.”

His tip was now finding my g spot with every merciless thrust, causing me to hurtle towards my release at an insanely fast pace.

“I’m gonna cum Kirk. I can’t hold on much longer.”

“That’s okay baby.”

Kirk mumbled as his cock twitched within me.

“You feel so fucking good… I’m not gonna hold on much longer either.”

My stomach was tight with anticipation as my orgasm began seeping into the corners of my brain.

“Cum for my baby girl.”

Kirk’s curls brushed against my cheek, the new sensation igniting a fire that traveled directly to my core. I came loudly around his cock, my back aching against his chest, both of us a moaning mess as we reached our releases in perfect unison.

He gave a few gentle thrusts to my cunt to help both of us come down from an intense state of post orgasmic euphoria. Kirk pulled back, his cheeks flushed bright red, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his tanned skin.

“Was that okay? Did it feel good?”

Damn. He sure loved to hear how good he could make me feel.

No problem, I'd keep telling him how great he was no matter how often he asked.

I cupped his face with a gentle hand, tenderly pressing my lips to his for a brief moment.

“It felt great.”

Kirk swallowed audibly, gawking at my fucked out expression.

“God I fucking love you.”

I cocked my brow, slightly taken aback.

Did I hear him correctly?

He loved me?

Seriously?

“You love me?”

I asked, a satisfied smile playing on the corners of my mouth.

“Head over fucking heels baby.”

Kirk leaned in, brushing his damp lips against my jugular.

“I just wanna make you feel good for the rest of my life… if you’ll have me.”

I relaxed my body against the couch cushions, never having felt more satisfied in my entire life. Kirk’s cock made me feel deliciously full despite a lack of movement.

“I’ll have you.”

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