#youresodarkbabe

[youresodarkbabe]

down on all fours (90s au rockstar a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: overstimulation, praise, degradation (yes, both of them), aly has dacryphilia <3, dom!al, spit :)

word count: 2.1k

everyone thank @psychedelicrocker for telling me to write this instead of f1 alex again, also it's not v obviously 90s au whoopsies

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alex was fucked.

he had been trying to write one simple song for hours now, and nothing seemed to stick. either a lyric would be too complex for the tune or he'd dumb it down too much. there really was no in between.

in his defense, though, he was freshly free from the harsh confines of a world tour and had lost all semblance of sanity.

he kept pacing around his office until he realized something. through all of the fans and drugs and groupies, he remembered one thing that was a constant.

you.

you met alex at the new jersey show he did with his band and he was intrigued, to say the least. he brought you backstage and had his way with you, sure, but he wanted more. he needed it, or rather, you.

he got you tickets to their next show and told you to come if you could, and you did. you thoroughly enjoyed the show, just as much as you enjoyed the way he destroyed your cunt before it and the way he fucked you til you cried after. the cycle repeated, they'd finish a show, he'd give you tickets to the next one.

the boys hadn't really tried forming connections with the girls they took back to their hotel rooms because to them, it was just a one time thing, they were high and their girl of the night would be starstruck and it was a fun way to unwind post-show. alex had the same mindset for years. until you. you ruined him completely. as much as he adored tearing you apart with his cock, he obsessed over the way you'd laugh breathlessly after a good fuck. he knew he was gone the moment you kissed him, the way your lips felt against his— soft, gentle, caring— it changed him.

the feelings alex had towards you could be described in many ways. an obsession, a need, a want, a love.

he couldn't care less. as long as he had you.

he crumpled up the messy, inked sheet of paper in his hand and tosses it into the trash and runs over to his untouched suitcase and digs through it until he finds the note you gave him at the last show he'd perform before moving to the european leg of the tour. the note had your phone number along with your address and the words 'don't forget me' written with a heart.

he realizes that you only lived a few minutes down the road. he decides to take the risk and punches your number into his landline and holds the receiver up to his ear. you take your time to pick up, but he let it go, it was half past two anyways.

"um, hello?" your voice called out, almost instantly making the hairs on the back of his neck stand and his cock harden.

"hey, doll. been missin' you. been missin' your cunt, to be real specific. come over, i need my muse back." his voice is as sharp as it had always been, hearing it sending you into a frenzy. you were well and truly speechless, and he knew.

"i'll see you here, bunny."

you were still half asleep but the familiar warmth of alex's voice woke you up and you instantly got on your feet and began running around your room, scrambling around for anything to make yourself look more presentable for alex.

you quickly try fixing the mess that your hair was and apply a quick swipe of the red lipstick of yours that alex adored so much.

you threw on the first things you could find and decided you'd rather walk to his instead of driving, because all the thoughts you were thinking would not lead to a safe drive.

you showed up wearing his band's shirt and a leather jacket with spikes around the neck that almost resembled a collar.

he has to take a second to take all of you in.

he pulls you in by your waist and shuts the door behind you and gives your lips a quick peck.

"i've missed you, doll." he murmurs against your lips, "you always were my favourite from the lot."

he kisses you again, deeper this time, less sweetness and more desperation. teeth clashed, his slight stubble scratching your face, adding to the stimulation and making you hum into the kiss.

alex slips his hands from your waist to your ass, cupping the flesh and massaging it, also pushing your hips into his waist and grinding his cock into you. he pulls away, breathless.

"you know the drill. everythin' off, except that jacket. i expect you on all fours by the time i get to my room."

you open your mouth to retort but decide against it and tiptoe past him and run up to his bedroom. you get undressed and forget to put the jacket back on.

alex, still downstairs, fixed himself a drink and almost finished half of it before he was upstairs. his cock throbbing at the sight.

you were on all fours on his cozy, pristine bed, your back arched so perfectly.

"where's the jacket, doll?"

"'m sorry, al, i forgot."

alex discards his clothes slowly, leaving himself in his boxers. he crawls onto the bed and kneels in between your legs, his hands running up and down your back, pressing it into more of an arch.

"it's alright, angel," he presses a kiss to your soaked pussy from behind, "next time, hm?"

you grind against his face, trying to tell him what you need without irritating him. you hear him swear at himself before his tongue delves into your core, lapping at anything he can get. his fingers come to your front and play with your clit as he devours your dripping cunt. you feel that knot in your stomach threatening to snap as he pulls away, whining at him stopping so suddenly.

"al, please, i'm good, i need you, please—"

you moan excessively loudly when he pushes two fingers into your cunt with no prior warning, feeling your eyes rolling back into your head as his fingers thrust in and out of you, curling and hitting every spot you needed him to get to.

"what did i tell you about doubting me, sweet girl?", he asks sweetly as he spreads his fingers as far apart as he can, watching your hole gape as you scream out his name.

"never doubt you, al, never ever doubting you," you trail off as he continues his relentless movements.

alex suddenly stops all his movements, taking his hands away from you, licking his fingers clean.

"taste as good as you did the first time, doll, fuck, you're takin' me back."

alex's mind flickered back to tour, how despite you both considering your interactions as a rockstar and one of his groupies, there was something different. it wasn't just sex, at least, not to him. he constantly fantasized about taking you out, buying you anything you ever wanted and more, treating you the way you deserved.

but he wasn't sure if he deserved you at all.

he saw himself as a pathetic excuse of a man who thrives on the validation of strangers and crumbles with the slightest criticism, but that also led to him imagining how you'd comfort him in these moments of devastation.

but that wasn't important to him now, he couldn't care less.

"you ready?", he asks, finally freeing his cock, pumping it slightly while watching his pre-cum spill onto your ass and then aligning it with your aching pussy, running his tip through your folds.

"mm, yes, please, fuck—"

alex slides into you before you can finish speaking, your words turning into a choked moan. alex doesn't even hesitate and begins thrusting as fast as he can, jaw hanging open as your cunt squeezes him. his writer's block disappears, everything does. you're all he saw at that point and he didn't mind it at all.

you almost scream his name as he fucks into you with no hesitation, going as fast as he can.

"just as good as i remembered baby, god," alex groans as he runs his hands up your sides, grabbing onto your hair and tugging it so he has your back pressed against his chest. you actually scream this time, the stinging feeling of his cock stretching your cunt and the pure euphoria of the act being almost too much to handle. you throw your head back to rest on his shoulder as he keeps fucking into you, one of his hands slipping to your clit, playing with it as he littered your neck with kisses.

"takin' me like a champ, doll, so so good. perfect lil toy, aren't you? fuckin' soaked too."

his fervent thrusts get slower and sloppier as you squeeze around him. "fuck, al, 'm gonna cum, please," you beg mindlessly as he brings his other hand up to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly as he nips at a spot under your ear.

"hm, not yet."

you whine in response, your moans getting louder and louder by the second.

"good girl, keep waiting for me, perfect lil slut," alex mutters as he slows down slightly, leaving small kisses of appreciation on your cheek as tears well in your eyes. he notices this and you can feel him twitch inside you as you tighten around him once more, unable to hold back any longer.

you scream out his name as your back arches against his chest, one of your hands flying to grasp at the back of his hair, pulling as you shake and moan until your voice is completely hoarse.

alex stills after you stop shaking and gives you a few seconds to compose yourself.

"you enjoy that? filthy fuckin' whore."

he pulls out of you roughly and flips you onto your back, almost instantly pushing his cock back into your sore cunt.

tears stream down your face as he bottoms out, you're desperate for him to stop and give your ruined pussy a break but at the same time, you can't stop yourself from wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to get him even closer. you dig your nails into alex's back as he pounds into you relentlessly, the sting of your nails scratching along his back making him hiss and go even faster.

alex's hands push your legs even further apart and he lifts them up onto his shoulders, his eyes fixated on the way he could see the outline of his cock filling you up.

"fuck, doll, you're gonna let me fill you up, aren't you? you gonna take it for me, baby?"

alex moves your hair out of your face as you nod pathetically, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he dips his head down to take your nipple into his mouth and slows his thrusts to synchronize with tongue swirling around it, humming softly. he pulls off and latches onto your neck, his teeth clamping down slightly as he picks up his pace again, making you see stars as he fucks his cum as deep into you as possible.

alex collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily. he waits for a while before pulling out and looking at your ruined cunt, smiling as he sees the mixture of your cum and his seeping out of you.

"perfect, bunny, so gorgeous."

two of his fingers circle your aching hole once more and he pushes them into you until they only part of them he can see are his knuckles. he scissors his fingers and spits directly into you, pulling his fingers back out only to scoop up everything and push it back into you, he keeps playing with you like this until he's satisfied enough. he pulls his fingers out and taps on your lips with them and you open your mouth, sucking on them until they're clean.

"good girl, you did so well for me tonight."

he presses a gentle kiss to the space between your tits and moves upwards, leaving a kiss on your collarbone, your jaw, your cheek and finally kissing your lips.

kissing you feels liberating to him, it doesn't feel forced or purely driven by his need to fuck you. but there is something wrong.

"we can't keep doing this."

alex rested his chin on your chest and looked up at you as he spoke.

"we need to do this the right way, doll. i wanna take you out, do all that shit. let me have you, princess, please."

you open your mouth to respond but your voice barely comes out which makes you him laugh as you hide your face in his shoulder. he soothingly rubs your stomach as the laughter dies out and the silence takes over the room, alex doesn't feel awkward the way he normally would and his heart only feels lighter as he sees you nod with that smile he'd grown to adore.

"can't fuckin' wait."

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this one's been in the drafts for ages im ngl

#cookie cooks #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fic #alex turner x fem!reader #youresodarkbabe #sias era smut #smut

[youresodarkbabe]

says he's gonna teach me just what fast is (f1 driver a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: dom!al, not much tbh, does it being fast count as a warning?

word count: 971 (wtf..)

for @averyzversi0n &lt;3

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"alex, we need you in five."

a man wearing ferrari red walks past you in a rush. your new boyfriend, alex, was getting ready. today was the italian grand prix and he was adamant on not fucking up. he told you all about it, all the strategies he had, all the plans, everything. you didn't understand much but you listened. of course you listened.

"you'll do fine, baby, promise. you'll get first place and everything!" you say in an attempt to cheer him up and distract him from his pre-race blues. he appreciates the sentiment, also mentally taking note of the fact that he still has a lot to teach you about racing.

you were wearing a vintage jacket of his, a fancy old one a former ferrari driver wore. you didn't see much of the appeal of the jacket but alex adored seeing you in it. it gave life to something primal in him, seeing you in his prized possession made it clear you were his.

"alex!"

a different man calls out for him. he was wearing the same thing as alex so you assumed it was his teammate.

"yeah, i'll be there in a sec," alex turns to you and pulls you into a soft kiss. you kiss him back gently as well, tasting the smoke from his cigarette from ten minutes ago and he tasted your cherry lip gloss.

that was meant to be it. a simple peck and he'd be off. unfortunately, however, alex turner had no sense of control whatsoever.

his big hands find your waist and he pulls you in closer, slightly grinding his bulge against your waist as the two of you slowly back into the paddock and slip past the engineers running around and straight into his changing room.

"al, the race—"

he sighs, slightly irritated, and slides the jacket off of you, taking off your t-shirt, your bra following soon after. he pauses, and then stretches his hand out, retrieving his jacket and making you put it on again once you're done undoing your jeans.

"remind me to get you one of these with my name on the back next time."

you nod, sliding off your jeans, leaving the pleasure of removing your panties to alex.

ever the gentleman, he sinks down completely onto his knees and places a kiss onto your clothed cunt. "soaked, so good f'me."

alex slips his hands into your panties and cup your ass, playing with it as he drags your panties down with his teeth.

he kisses the side of your knee, moving higher and growing impatient with every kiss. he gently bites the fat of your thigh and moves to the inner part of it until he finally gets to your aching cunt. he licks a frenzied stripe through your folds with his eyes locked on your face, taking in your every move. every sharp intake of breath, every scrunch of your brows, every time you parted your lips, every sound that escaped your pretty little mouth.

with a sudden surge of confidence, you entangle your hands in his hair and pull him away.

"need you in me, now."

alex nods, deciding against teasing you for your eagerness. he undoes his suit, almost completely stripping for you. he kisses you one last time and you can taste a hint of yourself on his tongue. he turns you around and presses you up against the wall and aligns himself with your tight hole.

"we gotta be fast, baby, okay? fast and quiet." he asks before thrusting in completely, waiting for you to respond.

you moan weakly, nodding your head frantically. "yes, yes, yes, please. fuck me, al, god—"

alex acts on your begging instantly and begins thrusting into you as fast as he can, his groans going straight into your ear and adding to the tightening knot in your tummy.

"fuck, bunny, don't tell me you're already close," he asks, his tone condescendingly sweet, "we've barely been at it." you clench around him, throwing your head onto his shoulder as you moan his name over and over again as his tip brushes against the spot you need him most.

"oh, you are. how precious. so good f'me, darlin'. don't worry, 'm not too far behind."

alex's thrusts get more relentless and less timed.

"stay with me, angel," he said, hands going to play clit, his rough fingertips giving you exactly what you need as he pounds into you from behind.

"don't fly away jus' yet." he coos into your ear. you nod, too cockdrunk to form a real thought as you struggled to keep yourself from finishing before alex was satisfied.

you grab a fistful of his hair as he leaves hasty kisses along your neck.

"almost, doll, so close."

his fingers speed up on your clit as you grind against his palm. he twitches inside you as you clench once more, spurting his hot release inside your cunt, practically fucking it back into you. your orgasm makes you see stars as you bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming alex's name.

he rests his forehead on your shoulder and pulls out after a few seconds, immediately pulling your panties back up to prevent any of his cum leaking out of you.

"alex!"

the team manager calls out for him, making him snap out of his haze and scramble to get dressed once more. you help him and give him a soft kiss before you send him out.

"destroy 'em, baby."

alex laughs and kisses you again, another scream from the team manager making him groan in annoyance.

"yeah, i fuckin' got you the first time." he mumbles as he walks out of the room. you can't tell what they say, but you do hear one thing the manager says.

"you smell like sex, turner."

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half-assed this one whoops

#alex turner smut #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x reader #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x you #sias era smut #smut #youresodarkbabe #cookie cooks #f1 au #f1 alex turner #apparently a thing now

[youresodarkbabe]

pls write a blurb about sex on a public beach with al 😔😔 I NEED ITTTT

hmm... how about no?

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"c'mon, baby, no one's here."

alex litters kisses along your exposed neck, his wandering hands fidgeting with the strap of your cherry red bikini top. he rubs his palms over your nipples, pinching and twisting them as you grind on his thigh slowly.

"we can't, i literally see people walking towards us." you mutter as alex sighs and undoes the bow on your bikini and slides it off enough to let your tits out. his hands trail down further, his thumb rubbing your clit through the thin fabric. your hips buckle into his touch as he pushes the soaked material to the side and taps on your ass, signaling you to get on your knees.

alex shimmies out of his shorts and pulls his cock out, and you can't help but laugh when you notice the slight stain left by his pre-cum on them. he aligns himself with you and presses a small kiss to your shoulder as you sink down on him, his arms running up and down along your body and his mouth planted firmly on your chest to stop himself from being too loud. "fuck, momma, that's perfect, keep goin' f'me." he coos as you bounce on him, his eyes focused on the way your tits moved.

he clenches his jaw as he rests his head against the beach chair, his hand lazily flicking at your clit as you resort to grinding down onto him, too exhausted to move. alex's free hand cups your ass as he moves you up and down, the knot in his threatening to snap as his hands knead at your flesh and your manicured nails dig into his shoulders as you pull him closer to you. you whine as alex makes you move even faster, your noises getting louder as you forget your surroundings and moan wildly as alex's cock twitches inside of you, spurting ropes of his cum into you as you gush around him, your vision going white as you grip onto alex's sweaty hair.

you still and let alex tell you how well you did for him until something snaps you back to reality.

"is that alex turner?!"

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#asks #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x fem!reader #smut #alex turner blurb #cookie cooks #cookie blurbs #youresodarkbabe #clearing out my drafts lmao

[youresodarkbabe]

love like an ache in the jaw (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: oral (m recieving), sub!al, reader gets called momma a bit, idk man

word count: 1.3k

fetus al <3 happy easter 🫶

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it was a random sunday, around eleven. alex had drank his little heart out the night before and did not enjoy being woken up by erratic knocking on his apartment door. furious, he got out of bed and swung his door open, ready to scream at whoever that decided to interrupt his beauty sleep, but he certainly didn't expect to see what he saw.

every ounce of tiredness left alex's body as he saw you standing at the door, wrapped up in his black coat, holding a little bag. you laugh at his silence and walk in, sitting on the stained sofa in the middle of the flat.

"it's easter, al." you say, fidgeting with the sleeves of the coat. alex's eyes are fixated on you as he shuts the door and sits down next to you, hyperfocused on the fact that you're in his clothes.

"oh, is it? didn't know, you look lovely by the way, should wear my clothes more often. y'know, only if you, um, want to—" alex trails off, mentally slapping himself in the face for acting the way he is.

you take note of how your cheeks heat up at his flustered manner and decide it's time to show him what you were actually wearing.

you stand up and shrug off the coat, revealing a bunny costume, of sorts, complete with a little tail at the back of the bodysuit. it was a soft baby pink, but you're sure alex wouldn't be able to tell you that. all he was focused on were your tits and how they looked in the confines of the material.

"ooh, wait!" you bend down and dig through the bag, alex marvelling at your ass, and turn back to face him, putting on bunny ears.

you also pull out a box and hand it to him.

"i got you an egg. happy easter, baby."

alex smiles at the thought, a warm feeling pooling in his chest. he wasn't sure if it was due to how loved he was feeling or if it was because of how strong the need was to fuck you on the spot. maybe both?

"thank you, god, you look so good," alex stops mid sentence. "i mean the egg. looks lovely. can't wait."

alex hops onto his feet with the egg and leaves it somewhere in his tiny bedroom, hoping you didn't get a look at the massive hard on he was trying to hide.

he comes back into the room and sits down next to you again, you sit on your knees and play with his hair as you speak, one of your hands trailing down his chest, to his waist, before settling above his throbbing cock.

"so, how was last night? seemed fun."

alex opens his mouth to reply, moaning instead as you slowly start palming him through his sweats.

you kiss his shoulder, and stop moving your hand, making him whine.

"'m not gonna help you out unless you talk to me, lovey."

alex clamps his eyes shut and scrunches up his nose before letting his head rest against the back of the sofa. "last night was fun, yeah. me and nick drank a fuck ton." you smile against his neck and mumble a quick 'good boy' as your hand resumes its movements.

"i can't imagine you feel too good now, do you, honey?" you give him a fake pout as you speed up the movements of your hand. he shakes his head, his messy hair growing even messier.

"no— fuck," alex whimpers slightly, grabbing your wrist. "need your mouth."

you give alex an expectant look.

"please?"

you pretend to be offended and pull your hand off of him fully.

alex swears under his breath, his face and ears completely red.

"i need your mouth. please, momma."

his shaky voice goes straight to your pussy, you're sure you've soaked through your panties completely at this point. you flick at his belt and let him take his sweats and t-shirt off and sit back down, you settle in between his knees after.

"say please again, i liked it."

alex's hips roll into the air, you have to hold them down as the blush on his face only spreads further. alex's voice comes out as a strained whisper. how cute, you think. such a big ego for such a little man. you'd crumble those high walls eventually.

"go on, pup."

you kiss his cock through his boxers, looking up at him with doe eyes as you do so.

"please, momma, i need it."

alex looks completely defeated, and you love every second of it. you mutter another 'good boy' as you pull the waistband of his boxers and let his cock free. his tip was almost fully pink and leaking with pre-cum, practically begging for you to take him in your mouth— and you happily oblige.

you wrap your lips around the tip, moaning as you savor the familiar taste, your tongue swirling around it, flicking at the slit. alex's hips buck wildly, accidentally ramming his dick down your throat. you pull off instantly, eyes watering.

"fuck, 'm sorry, i didn't mean to— fuck."

his back arches as you take him in your mouth once more, taking as much of him as you comfortably can, stroking the rest with your hand. your head bobs up and down his length, your tongue spiraling around his thick cock as his hands come up to hold your hair as makeshift way to keep it out of your face. you try not to gag as his tip grazes the back of your throat, your nose brushing against the coarse hair that was littered around his cock.

you pull off almost completely, looking up at alex with those doe eyes again, sucking on his tip innocently as your hands continued stroking him. he was being very loud now, the thin walls of his flat meaning that his neighbors would definitely know what you two were up to. you take your mouth off of his cock, a string of spit attaching your lips to him.

"no, momma, please, 'm so close, don't stop," alex's mouth ran as if he was reciting a prayer. you keep stroking him til his cock twitches once more, cum spurting out and you try catching as much of it as you can in your mouth, just to tease him. you swallow and hold your tongue out, proving that you've swallowed every last drop that you managed to catch.

you lick his stomach and thighs clean before undoing the back of the pink bodysuit, taking off your tights, leaving yourself in your panties alone. you straddle alex, grinding against his soft, sensitive cock that you feel hardening against you.

"you think you can give me another one, hm?"

alex nods eagerly, his mouth hanging open in awe. you take the opportunity to push your finger past his lips and he sucked on it eagerly as you push your panties to the side with your free hand and let him align himself with your drenched pussy. you sink down on alex slowly, taking your time with it, letting yourself feel every vein on his cock throb against your warm walls. by the time he bottoms out, you've already attached your lips to his neck, kissing and biting wherever you can.

alex's large hands find your ass and he tries moving you, but you refuse to budge.

"momma, please," he murmured into your ear, and you comply. you bounce up and down on him, starting off slow, soon transitioning to going brutally fast. alex's eyes focus on your tits and how they move, he looks at you, practically begging, and you hum in approval, his mouth instantly going to leave sloppy kisses all over your chest as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach tighten even further. you yank on alex's hair slightly as you moan obscenely loud as his cum paints your walls. alex's rough fingers rub against your clit violently and you cum soon after he does, grabbing his neck and forcing him into a kiss so that your sounds would be muffled, even if barely.

alex pulls away and buries his head in your neck due to sheer embarrassment.

"that's a good way to start the day, hm?"

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#cookie cooks #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner fanfic #smut #alex turner fic #fetus era smut #happy easter i guess... #youresodarkbabe #ignore this if it's late oops

[youresodarkbabe]

in an opium haze (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: sub!puppy!al, mommy kink-ish?, slight somno, cockwarming mention

word count: 1.1k

dedicated to @aacheinthejaw and @psychedelicrocker xx

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you were coming home late from work. you didn't get the chance to warn alex about this, so he just sat there, dinner growing colder and colder by the minute.

you unlock your apartment door and see alex sitting on the sofa, trying to stay awake for you. your eyes flicker to the clock above the TV.

it was well past eleven, your poor boy was probably exhausted. you knew how hectic his schedule had been, so of course you didn't deny when he said he wanted to organize a cute dinner date for the two of you.

you shut the door behind you and tiptoe inside, popping in the kitchen and putting the food away, not feeling that hungry. you walk past alex and go straight to your bedroom and get changed into something comfortable. alex's red turtleneck and black sweats fit the bill.

you sit down next to him, making him temporarily snap out of his sleepiness. "hi, baby," he says as he turns slightly towards you, pulling you onto his waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses there.

you're fine with it until you hear soft snores.

"al..?"

he whines slowly and his grip on you tightens. "'m so tired, love, i just need a lil nap." he nuzzles deeper into you, pulling you flush against him, loving the way your fingers massage his scalp. his eyes open slightly as he pulls away to take you in and they widen when he realises what you're wearing.

"'s that mine, petal?", he asks with a look of playful confusion laced with his ever-present tiredness.

you nod sheepishly.

"maybe."

alex pulls you close and gives you what you had been craving the whole day. he kisses you gently, even this gesture from his half-asleep state feels wildly romantic to you. why? because it's him. he's yours and nothing can change that.

"you look gorgeous. so fuckin' perfect," he mumbles against your lips, taking note of how your legs closed around his waist and how one of your hands began to roam downwards, stroking his jaw, giving his neck a slight squeeze, running over his chest and finally settling over the slight tent in his grey sweatpants.

the tips of your fingers linger over the bulge as he looks up at you pleadingly through his half-lidded eyes and hair that fell onto his face thanks to your playing. his hips buck into your hands as he whimpers softly. "please, momma, don't tease, i've been so good, so, so good,", he trails off into a moan as you let him grind into your palm.

you pull his cock out of his sweats and look at it, almost in awe. you had seen it a lot before, but with every time, it was like the first. he was throbbing red and leaking, making a mess of his t-shirt.

"momma..?"

he asks weakly as you stroke him, his back arching into you as your finger grazes over his tip.

"yeah, puppy? what can i do for you, angel?"

alex looks at you like you're a painting. you had always looked like a painting to him, especially in intimate situations. seeing you present yourself to him completely, not even hesistating, never failed to warm his heart despite the filth the two of you were probably getting up to.

you continue your dainty actions as you climb off his lap and settle on the floor in between his legs.

"c'mon, al, talk to me."

you lick a stripe up his length, from the base til the tip and wrap your lips around it, sucking softly making him groan and his head fall back. you look up at him, moaning around his tip slightly as you see how some of his hair sticks to his slightly wet forehead as he takes deep breaths to regain his composure to talk to you.

"momma, 'm too tired," he manages to get out, and despite this, his hand moves to your head to try and ease more of himself into your mouth and happily comply. you take him as deep as you can, trying not to gag, and hollow out your cheeks and pull off with a pop.

"don't worry about it, puppy, don't worry about a thing. rest your pretty little head, momma's got you, i'll take good care of you, promise."

alex nods, shutting his eyes and you ease out your gestures, letting him fall asleep, keeping that same gentle pace when you hear those quiet snores again. you smile at him, his mouth open slightly, his back still arched as you continue to love on his cock. he grazes the back of your throat ever so slightly and you pull off with watery eyes and decide to stick with kissing it and focusing on his tip, letting your hands do a majority of the work for you. alex's hips thrust into your hand again as expletives and whimpers flow from his slightly open mouth.

"fuck, momma, god—"

he moans your name loudly, eyes closing tightly as he cums all over your face and hand. you try and get as much of it in your mouth as you can and you lick the rest off of him. you let go of his now limp cock and watch how it rests against his trousers and you place a small kiss to it, taking it into your mouth once more and playing with it until he's hard again.

"momma, what are you doing?", he mumbles, his voice hoarse from partly from how loud he was when he came and also from him being half asleep.

"don't worry about it, baby," you say, sliding your sweats off along with your panties. you straddle alex and he grabs your hips tightly before you can do anything.

"momma, please, i can't, 'm so tired—"

you tug on his long hair slightly, leaving kisses all over his neck and one under his ear and you whisper into it.

"i just wanna keep you warm, pup."

you sink onto him, hissing at the stretch and how perfectly he filled you up, alex's hands dig into your waist as you take him fully.

"so wet, momma, you're soaked."

he looks at you for approval before slipping his hands under your (his) turtleneck and cupping your tits. with your help, he slides the garment off, leaving you bare for him.

he mumbles something about how perfect you look and starts kissing down your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on it gently, eyes shut tightly as he focuses on you completely. his other hand moves down to your clit and flicks at it every now and then until you grab his wrist and stop him.

"what happened to being tired, baby?"

alex releases your nipple and looks up at you, his hair restricting his view slightly.

"oh, fuck that."

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i've been thinking of f1 driver al a lot recently. (will be updated as i get more ideas)

i mean, can you blame me?

(all of these are inspired by this fic xx)

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-> him bringing you with him for every race, insisting that you're his good luck charm (he can't drive as well if you don't let him fuck your throat pre-race) and that you're "as important as the car" and that he refuses to drive without you there.

-> oh the jealousy. i smell it. seeing you congratulate his team mate after he comes first, seeing the way you hug him, the way you laugh at what he says. he thanks the universe that there would be a week til the next race because he would make sure you wouldn't be able to walk til then.

-> oo, while we're on the topic of jealousy— post-race party and alex sees you dancing with someone. he goes closer to get a better view and sees it's someone from his team's biggest rival. he feels a combination of rage and jealousy and possessiveness and he walks up to the two of you and presses his bulge against your ass and whispers into your ear. "meet me in the bathroom in five, or i'm not lettin' you cum for 'nother week."

-> omg imagine all four of em as drivers :((

-> nick would be a redbull boy i feel it in my soul

-> jamie would be mclaren with matt

-> i've already said i think alex is ferrari

-> omg you as an f1 reporter, interviewing alex before a race like he didn't almost break your back in half barely fifteen minutes ago.

-> the wind blowing intensely, forcing you to rely on your already weak legs even more as alex knowingly tries to contain his smile.

-> asking him something during the interview that you're unsure about and getting it right. "yup, that's exactly it. good girl, so smart, hm?"

-> and you just smile and nod, grateful that you were out of frame and the camera couldn't catch how tightly your thighs were pressed together.

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[youresodarkbabe]

curtains closed (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: oral (m recieving), sub!al, reader gets called momma a lil bit (like once, maybe twice), somno, idk anymore help

word count: 1.2k

for @goblinontour my fav fetus al enjoyer !! also 2 blowjob fics in a row... something's wrong with me </3

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"i'll be a few hours, baby, 'm sorry."

alex sighed at the comment— he needed you now. you had left home at ten in the morning, while he was asleep, it was around half past twelve in the night now, he wasn't able to see you at all. he missed you, rightfully so.

"but i can't wait a few hours!" he whined, you had to stop yourself from laughing as you could hear the pout in his voice.

"i'm sure you can last, al, i have faith in you."

he, however, knew better than to trust himself.

as you spoke, he palmed himself through his sweatpants, finishing himself off in his fist after you hung up. he cleaned up after and tucked himself back into his boxers and went about his night as usual, turning on an old movie to fall asleep to, which is exactly what he did. you were enamored by the sight that greeted you when you walked into your shared bedroom, alex with one of his hands in his boxers and another in his shirt, he looked like he had been playing with his nipples— you found it cute. pathetic, yes, but torturously cute.

you'd fuck him right there if you could, it was a shame that he was asleep. all you wanted was his cock in your mouth, you craved it more than anything after such a strenuous day, and you were going to get it.

"alex, baby, 'm back." you murmur as you litter kisses all over his face and neck. he whines quietly and you feel yourself wanting him more by the second. your fingers graze against his soft cock in an attempt to wake him up, only leading to him whining again.

you nip at alex's neck as your hand slides under his shirt and finds his, replacing it and playing with his hard nipple, your kisses moving down his body. "c'mon, puppy, you said you were gonna wait up," you whisper against the skin of his lower stomach, the feeling of the trimmed hair rubbing against your nose somehow making you feel even more eager to take him down your throat. "but i'm tired, momma," his voice comes out hoarse and desperate as his back arches into you and your hands push his shirt up so you can maneuver it off of him, he helps as much as he can without drifting away from his sleep.

"d'you want me to help you feel good? 's that what you need, baby?"

he moans a soft 'yes, please' and you can't help but enjoy how his accent somehow grows stronger; partly due to his tiredness, also due to how badly he needed you.

and soon enough, he'd have what he wanted.

you slide his black boxers off and pry his hand away from his soft cock, you always loved when he was like this. he could wrap a bow around his soft cock and present it to you as a gift and you'd be grateful to him forever.

you kiss his cock softly, holding the base in your hand as you press your tongue flat against his tip, swirling it around as your hand starts to stroke him slowly, exposing the head which you take into your mouth and suck on, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on every sound coming out of alex's mouth. one of his hands instinctively go to your head and weakly try pushing it further down, making you laugh around his cock, which sends vibrations all throughout his body, making him groan deeply, hips bucking into your mouth.

your eyes water slightly as you feel him harden in your mouth, stretching your lips and making them sting. still, you pushed through the pain and try taking as much of him down your throat as you can before pulling off and spreading all the precum that had been leaking from him all over his now half-hard cock. you kitten lick the tip again before going to lick a stripe up from the base til the tip, your tongue digging into the slit as you look up at him and see what you'd consider heaven— alex with his hair a spiky mess, lips rosy red and parted, repeating your name like a prayer, and his now half hooded eyes which showed his tiredness and his pure need. he was enjoying himself thoroughly and it boosted your ego immensely to know you gave him this much pleasure.

even in his sleep, alex was so responsive for you. every kiss, every touch, every stroke, every lick; you got a reaction out of him. whether it was his mouth falling open, his hips bucking or him moaning your name, a reaction was practically guaranteed with him. he was always so sensitive and at this point, he was used to expressing how you made him feel for you. you've turned it into a habit for him, one you've both grown to enjoy.

you leave kisses along his lower stomach as your hand strokes him, quickly moving up for a peck on the lips and then taking your time to make your way back down, practically running your face down his body and kissing as much of his neck and chest as you can, leaving marks wherever possible. by the time you're back at his cock, you decide you haven't played with him enough, so you massage the inside of his thigh with your free hand and quickly nip at the pale skin, making him yelp and his eyes flutter open as he looks down at you pleadingly.

your body settled between his thighs again, nails grazing along his skin as you finally take his cock into your mouth again. he was achingly hard for you, and so painfully close.

managing to get a hold of himself, he decides to look down at you, the second his gaze met yours, he couldn't hold back any longer.

still half asleep, alex was barely registering how loud he was as he came, filling your mouth up completely. his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping onto the sheets and your hair, and you're positive you bruised his little waist with how hard you held onto it while trying to still him.

after swallowing as much as you could, you pull off, pressing a quick kiss to his inner thigh and get up, leaving the room to change and leaving alex alone with his desperate thoughts. you coming back wearing your (his) shirt didn't help either.

you get into bed with alex and hold him close. you two talk for a little while, you recount your day and he tells you about his and when the conversation dies out, you shut your eyes, expecting to go to sleep fairly quickly when you're disturbed by his timid voice.

"can i return the favour?", he asks as he kisses your neck softly, one of his hands slipping under the shirt to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer to him.

you contemplate this. you wouldn't mind letting him return the favour, but you were incredibly tired and craved rest.

"not right now, baby. but you can wake me up like that tomorrow if you'd like?"

alex was unable to go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

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[youresodarkbabe]

NICK SMUT PLSSPLSPLS IM BEGGING YOU

nick loml <3 (sorry gf) also this is husband nick also i wrote this mid mental breakdown soz

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you squirm in your husband's grip as he firmly holds your legs in place atop his shoulders.

"'s okay, lovey, you can handle it. my big girl."

nick's hips drive into yours wildly, but well-paced, your nails digging into his back as your face contorts in pleasure, voice completely lost from all the moaning and screaming the night had brought you thus far.

"nick, fuck, please, can't—" your voice cuts off into a choked scream as his cock pulls out almost completely before being rammed back into you. despite the harshness of his movements, nick remains gentle with you, his soft lips littering kisses along your exposed chest. his mouth wraps around a nipple, taking the bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, aligning with the pace of his thrusts. your hands move to his hair, tugging and scrunching as his cock strokes your walls so perfectly.

you can feel nick smiling against your skin, his mouth now firmly attached to your neck.

"you got it, princess, takin' me so fuckin' well. perfect lil angel, you are."

nick finally loosens his grip on your waist, a hand going to flick at your clit, the feeling of his rough thumb against it tipping you over the edge. your legs shake as he helps you through your orgasm, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you come down from the highest of highs.

"god, baby, you're perfect." nick kisses you gently, his thrusts slowing and calming down slightly. he presses down on your stomach, watching the outline of his cock filling you up. "'m close, you're fuckin' incredible, babe. so good for me."

nick cums inside you with a deep, breathy moan, collapsing onto your chest. he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, not pulling out quite yet.

"nick?"

your shaky voice makes his cock throb, but he represses those urges as he hums in acknowledgement, looking up at you with those baby blue eyes.

"i was thinkin'," you fidget with his hair, roughly braiding it and letting it fall out, "we should stay in. cancel those plans, i'd rather spend the day in with you."

nick beams as he catches your lips in a deep kiss. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you as close to him as possible, leaving kisses on every part of you he can.

"it's like you've read my fuckin' mind."

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