#arctic monkeys x reader

[joekeeryswife]

angel baby - a.t

hello everyone! first Alex imagine and of course it is a dad one lol. i feel like that’s all i’m good at writing. here is holding his daughter for the first time, probably has some mistakes. short and sweet, enjoy🩰

he had no idea he could love something so much. his heart felt like it had exploded. he loved you of course but this, this was a different kind of love.

“my angel, we have been waiting for you” he cradled her, his eyes darting across the newborns face as she slept peacefully.

his finger softly stroked her cheek, she newborns cheek twitched slightly, obliviously it had tickled her. he was in awe.

“god you look like your mum. she has said from day one that you’d look like me but deep down i knew you’d be as beautiful as her” he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

you were sleeping soundly on the bed across from the pair, a difficult labour had worn you out and Alex had begged you to get some rest even though you didn’t want to you obliged.

“your mummy had a very hard labour with you, i was so scared but now you’re here and you’re both safe. it still doesn’t feel real” it was true, it was fairly known that Alex had his fair share of girlfriends in the past.

he didn’t even know if he’d wanted to be a dad but that all changed when he met you. as soon as he laid his eyes on you he knew that you were the one he was meant to marry and create a family with.

you were quite a bit younger than him, him being 38 and you being 28 made people talk but he didn’t care. he loved you and no amount of hate comments would change that.

“i can’t believe i am your dad” he didn’t know why but he could feel himself welling up. just looking at this perfect angel that he and you had created just blew his mind.

the baby shifted in his arms, a small stretch and a yawn followed. she slowly blinked, her dark eyes matching his. she was only five hours old, probably wondering where the hell she was but their eyes locked and a few tears fell down his cheeks

“hi sweet girl, look at you with your eyes open already” he shifted slightly, getting himself more comfortable in hospital chair.

he sniffled “you have got so many people excited to meet you princess. you’re the first grandchild, you’re going to be so spoilt”

his parents where getting older and with him being the only child he wanted them to have at least one grandchild to carry on the Turner name.

his mother had been ecstatic when she found out she was going to be a grandma, and she was even more excited when she found out it was a girl.

she had knitted all different hats and blankets for the baby, her room was filled with clothes and toys they had bought because this was a huge deal to them.

alex heard you stir as you slept, he finally took his eyes off of his baby girl to check if you were okay. you had a traumatic labour, baby girls heart rate had dropped as you were pushing and as you pushed her out you got quite an awful tear leading to you getting 24 stitches.

you didn’t wake up, only stirring to get in a more comfortable position and Alex watched you until you stopped fidgeting to make sure you were okay.

after what happened, Alex knew he would do everything in his power to make you as pain free and stress free as possible. he turned his attention back to the small newborn in his arms. the two of you had discussed names, some being too unique, some not being unique at all and some being just boring but finally after nearly a full blown argument about her name you had picked one which suited her perfectly.

“now i know that you’re a newborn and you’ve literally just entered the world but we need to stick together and make sure that your mama has no stress. you’ve got to be the most perfect newborn ever. she had a very difficult time bringing you into this world” he leant back into the chair and adjusted the baby carefully in his arms.

she looked at him, eyes blinking slowly as she looked up at her father “yeah, you’re looking confused now but you definitely know who i am. i used to speak to you all the time when you were in there” your daughter already had thick brown, curly hair under her pink hat the hospital gave you.

“you know, you really are one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen in my life and i have seen quite a few pretty things in my lifetime” he lent down to press a small, sweet kiss on her forehead. “i’ll never let anything happen to you angel. i love you so much Posie”

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[stardustloserdoll]

Alex after a car tour show smut I BEG🧎🏼‍♀️

hot and heavy

female reader

the band finished playing their last song for the night. the boys waved to the crowd as they thanked everyone for coming. you watched from backstage with a smile on your face clapping along, watching as alex waved to the crowd sending kisses to everyone.

he looked hot. you bit your lip as you watched him intently. he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his chest rising up and down. your eyes trail down to his chest seeing his shirt clinging onto his sweaty skin. he turned his head slightly, locking eyes with you his lips curling into a smile. you wave at him and cross your arms. his attention back to the crowd sending a final wave to them.

as the night died down and everyone began leaving alex made his way towards you with a grin on his face. “hey darling.” he smiled, his voice low and husky making you go crazy. “hey.” you smiled wrapping your arms around his shoulder, his hands resting on your hips as he looked down at you. “enjoy the show?” he asked, you nodded “it was amazing.” he smiled placing a quick kiss on your lips before pulling back “ready to go back to the hotel?”

as you both stepped into the elevator you stared at alex as he stood there next to you with his hands in his pockets. you had been stealing many glances at him throughout the night, the image of him going through your mind making you feel hot. silence filled the elevator until you spoke up. “you looked hot up there.” you said, noticing his lip tug up into a smirk as he glanced back at you. “oh really?” he said, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment “mmh… really… hot.” you said getting lost in his eyes.

the elevator doors slid open making you both break out of your trance, stepping out and making your way to your rooms. once you both reached your room, alex took out the key card sliding it on the lock. with small click the door opened as you both stepped inside closing it behind you. he walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of it. “so.. i looked hot performing?” he asked a smirk playing on his lips as he removed his black blazer, revealing his t shirt and his well toned arms.

your eyes went down to his arms then to his hands. god his hands. you walked towards him standing in front of him wrapping your arms around his shoulders, making him look up at you. you nodded running your fingers through his hair “very.” you whispered feeling him hold your hips. “can you describe how i looked hot.” he said leaning closer, his breath warm against your neck. “well…the way your shirt was clinging onto you, and how your hair looked all messy.” you paused, “especially the way your fingers were moving as you played.” he hummed in response, his hands massaging your hips slowly.

a smirk playing on his lips “you wished my fingers were moving like that on you huh.” he said, making a blush creep on your cheeks. you looked away but nodded your head. “look at me.” he said holding your chin, forcing you to look at him. unable to tear your gaze away from his intense eyes. "does my girl want something?" he asked, his fingers sliding down to the bottom of your dress as he slipped them under, rubbing your thighs. you felt yourself getting wetter the more he spoke, his voice raspy and low.

you watched as he got down on his knees in front of you, sliding your dress up. you grabbed the bottom and slipped it off of you, leaving you in your bra and panties. he let out a soft chuckle "these are cute." he said tracing his fingers on the cherries embroidered on your bra. he palmed one of your breasts making you moan quietly, bringing a hand up to his messy hair.

he brought his hand down from your breast and hooked his fingers on your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs, looking at your feet. "god, you're soaking darling." he rasped licking his lips, he rubbed at your clit slowly making sure to watch your reaction to his touch. you let out a soft whine as you felt his fingers teasing you. he stopped his movements, making you whine at the loss of his touch. "alex want your mouth.. please." you cried, gripping his hair pulling him closer to you making him groan. he felt himself getting hard, moving a hand to palm himself through his tight dress pants. "okay darling." was all he said until he dug his face between your legs. you moaned at the sensation of his tongue swirling on your clit. your mouth dropping open as he wraps his lips around your clit, you buck your hips into his mouth as he continued licking and sucking. he pulls you more onto his mouth, your legs shaking slightly. he feels you shaking under his touch making him grip your thighs tightly.

"al.. feels so good." you squeezed your eyes shut feeling his tongue flattening out "you taste so good love." he moaned, making it vibrate against your core making your eyes roll back. he turned his head to the side slightly to get a better angle, as he continued working his tongue on you. "al, im gonna cum." you choked out, he hummed working his tongue faster on you. “come on my tongue pretty girl.” he said muffled between your legs.

you moaned his name as you came on his tongue, gripping his hair. alex eagerly lapping up your juices not letting a drop go to waste. you released your grip watching with lidded eyes as he slowly pulled away with a string of salvia. he licked his lips looking up at you. you grabbed his chin pulling him up to kiss you, your lips moving against each other sloppily. as you both pulled away breathless, you looked down seeing the prominent tent in his pants. "your turn now."

this gif is driving me insaneeeee…

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[captainwans]

★ ﹆ׂׂ ˖ ──  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ AND FOR MY HUSBAND.

 ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ ㅤ SIAS!ALEX TURNER ٠ FEM! READER

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“I think I’m gonna get number two,” [Y/N] told her order to the cashier before moving her head to her boyfriend. “What do you want, honey?” She asked, giving in a soft smile, which he returned by placing his hand on her thigh.

Alex leaned closer to the window to see the menu, his eyebrows furrowed as studied the options through his glasses. He gently rubbed small circles on her skin. “Number four sounds pretty good.” He said, inching closer to plant a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“Alright, and my husband wants the number four.” She said, smiling as she felt his lips prepping soft kisses on her skin. She bit back a giggle, watching Alex’s burning gaze on her at the corner of her eyes.

A swarm of butterflies erupted into his stomach, the word husband repeating inside his head like a mantra. His eyebrows were raised and he took off his glasses, a grin forming into his handsome features as his eyes sparked.

She turned her head to him, an innocent expression etched into her features as she watched his lips curl into a big smile.

“Is that all? Do you want drinks?” The cashier interrupted their staring contest. Alex’s lips curved into a smirk and he leaned his head closer to the window as both of his hands caressed her thighs lovingly.

“The husband wants a coke, please,” he beamed, eyes glistening before lovingly looking at his girlfriend. “And my beautiful wife wants the strawberry milkshake!” He finished his order with a stupid grin on his face, and [Y/N] wanted to gush at his love sick attitude.

The cashier laughed, their eyes filled with amusement as they watched the pair acting all giddy and flustered. They tapped in their order into the system before turning to them with a grin. “Alrighty! Number two and four for the married couple. Thank you for your order!”

Alex couldn’t hide his excitement and burst into a hearty laugh, feeling happiness course through his veins by just a small word. His heart soared against his chest, his love for her increasing with every second.

He thanked the kind cashier and grabbed the receipt and gently tapped her thigh to drive off, which she obliged with a soft giggle. She bid her goodbyes with the cashier, smiling at the compliment they received.

“What a lovely couple!”

The moment [Y/N] hit the breaks and parked into a parking lot, Alex didn’t hesitate to pull her into a passionate kiss, his hand drifting to hold the side of her neck as he pulled her closer.

She gasped into his mouth, her stomach fluttering as she quickly melted into the kiss, feeling his rough calloused hands caressing cheek as they deepened the kiss.

[Y/N] pulled away with a giggle, her eyes crinkling from smiling. “What’s gotten into you, Al.” She simpered, smiling wide as she watched his grinning face.

Alex mirrored her look, eyes studying every features of hers. He gave her a fond look, doe-eyes slightly wide before voicing his thoughts. “Husband, huh?” He nudged her with his elbows making her chuckle.

Pink dust danced across her cheeks, mouth open but closed it as she was too flustered to speak. Her shoulders vibrated from soft chuckles and she looked at him, watching him having the same flushed expression at the mention of the word.

“It just slipped, I guess? And by the look on your face it seems that you liked hearing that.” She answered with a cheeky smile, earning another breathy laugh from the latter.

“You keep saying that, darling, and it will come true one day.” Alex told her with a wink, leaning to lock his lips into hers once again. “My beautiful wife.” He murmured against his lips, a smile curving upwards on his handsome features.

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[adtenthusiast]

Word count: 2033

The Car Alex x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get bored at The Grammys and decide to tease Alex, it goes a bit too far and he puts you in your place...

Warnings: Swearing, slight exhibitionism, pet names (doll, darling, baby, princess), Dom!Alex, Sub!reader, Hard to soft dom, degrading, a bit of bdsm, multiple orgasms, Hickeys/bruising, Oral F!receiving, a bit of aftercare not much tho. porn with a plot.

A/N: FIRST POST!!! who's clapping rn?? anyway this is literally so dirty and filthy and unholy. I really pushed my limits here. enjoy!

He was pissed. You had given him a hard-on right before he had to make a speech that will be on the internet forever. But it's not your fault The Grammys are a fucking bore, you had to entertain yourself somehow.

You started off with the classic dropping something and slowly bending over to pick it up. Alex eyed you, taking in how great your ass looked in a short, skin-tight red dress. This wasn't enough though. You needed to do more. So, when you went to sit, you pulled your dress down so far that your tits were spilling out over the top of it. Alex immediately kept his eyes locked on them. After a couple of minutes of him staring you asked "Are you okay baby?" acting all innocent, as if you didn't know exactly what was running through his mind. "Yeah, perfect" he elongated the 'er' and didn't even look up to your eyes. It was clear he wasn't talking about himself.

You decided to go back to watching the awards like normal, but every once in a while you did something very subtle like biting or licking your lips, or fluttering your lashes when talking to Alex. You knew this did something to him because he placed his hand on your thigh and started tracing circles on it. Then you decided to go all in. You leaned in close to Alex's ear, letting him feel your hot breath on his skin as you whispered "Can I sit on your lap?" You tried to sound as innocent as possible so he didn't think you were up to something. "Alright darling" He sat back in his chair as you placed yourself on him.

You sat there peacefully for a little while as you loved the feeling of his arm wrapped around you and the sweet-nothings he would whisper in your ear. You then started shifting in his lap and you felt his grip on you tighten and he spoke firmly "Stop." You turned your head to look at him and said with a smile "What? I'm just getting comfortable." You turned away, shifting a small bit more, feeling him harden him under you, until suddenly you felt his grip tighten so hard it could leave bruises and you heard his voice dangerously close to your ear "You know what you're doing baby. Stop it before i bend you over this table and fuck you in front of all these p-" He was cutoff by the announcement of the bands category. "Shit. If we win and I have to fuckin' go up there like this, I swear to god you're gonna be in so much trouble"

You gulped, not sure if you were wishing for them to win or not. "And the Best Alternative Music Album is..." Your heart was pounding as the announcer opened up the envelope, it felt like she was purposely taking forever. You subconsciously held your breath as she began to read out the name "The Car, Arctic Monkeys!" All the lads gasped and you gave Alex a kiss as you stood up off him. As he walked onto the stage he shot you a dark look.

Honestly you didn't listen to Alex's speech because you were too preoccupied thinking about what he was going to do to you when you got home, and soon you were gonna find out because the second he got back to your table he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out to the car. "Alex what the fuck? I'm pretty sure you're supposed to stay??" You were panicking a bit 'cause you knew people were going to talk about how you guys abruptly left. Alex didn't care though, at least you don't think he cared.

He didn't speak the throughout the entire car ride home despite you questioning why he did that and if he was really THAT mad. When you finally got home and you stepped inside, Alex immediately spun you around and leaned down to whisper in your ear "Go upstairs, get naked and kneel on the bed, I'll be up in a few minutes." You took a deep breath and began walking up the stairs. All you could think about is how quite literally fucked you're gonna be.

You got to your room, threw all your clothes on the floor and knelt on the bed. You heard Alex rummaging downstairs and then the sound of metal clanging against each other followed by his footsteps coming up the stairs. You got nervous when you saw his figure step into the doorway, leaning against it for a moment before taking off his blazer and neatly folding it on the dresser. Then you saw them. All ball gag and some handcuffs. Your eyes widened as Alex began approaching you. "What did you think you were doing?" There was venom in his voice that made you feel helpless. "Al, I'm sor-" "Don't fucking speak. You wanna act like a slut you're gonna get fucked like one" He grabbed your head, put on the gag and lifted up your chin between his pointer and thumb. "Now I'll be able to hear pretty noises, but won't have to listen to your stupid excuses" His words went straight to your core. As much as you hate to admit it, this turned you on so much.

He rolled up his sleeves and sat down on the bed next to you. You couldn't help but admire him, his veiny arms and how the veins plunges out when he grips onto things, his chest peaking out from under his dress-shirt and how he always has it shaved besides a single square and his hair, how it was somehow both messy and well groomed at the same time.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Alex spoke "Over my knee doll" You gush at the pet name and oblige. "If anything is too much just tap me twice." His voice was soft but you knew it wouldn't last long as you felt a smack against your ass, your entire body jerked and you let out a loud yelp. After another couple of slaps you feel tears welling in your eyes and you were drooling all over the sheets. "Look at you, you're fuckin' pathetic"

He gave your ass three more strikes before leaning down and speaking "Does it hurt darling?" You nod. "Aww, well thats what you get for being a little slut, you know you deserve this. Now stop crying, get up and lay, face down-ass up, hands behind your back." You whine but do as he says. You heart raced when you felt Alex's hands roughly grabbing yours and cuffing them. "What a fuckin' sight" he stepped back and folded his arms, taking in the view. You felt so exposed and at his mercy.

You heard the rattle of his belt and felt a dip in the bed. Your cunt was glistening from how wet you are "Jesus, You love getting punished, eh?" Alex swiped his finger through your wetness and placed the finger in his mouth and sucked, tasting your juices "Fuckin' heavenly."

You back up your ass and whined trying to get his attention. "Don't be greedy darling, remember you place" He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his cock and began pumping it to the sight of you. "It's such a pity i don't see this everyday, You look so fucking good like this, my beautiful little whore" he groaned.

You felt his tip stroking your soaked folds. He stopped at your dripping hole, just holding it there until you whined. "Aw baby you want more? hm?" You whined again "Okay, I'll give you more" and with that he slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size he began thrusting into you hard. All you could do is moan and sob. "Too much too fast, princess? Well you asked for it" He growled "You know you like it. Listen to you, you sound like a little cumslut" He somehow sped up his thrusts and you screamed.

He slid his arm around up your chest and pulled you up so your back was against his chest. He watched your tits as they bounced with each thrust. He groaned and dipped his head down to your neck and began nipping and sucking on your neck. "Fuckin' mine. 'm gonna make sure everyone knows how much of a slut you are."

You were making the most hoarse noises and you were drooling all over yourself. "You close already, princess?" You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut. With that he pulled out. You whined at the loss of contact. Alex picked you up and laid you on your back. "Bad girls don't get to cum on cock. Now open your legs doll."

You spread your legs as far as you could and Alex dipped his head between them. He wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it, sending electricity throughout your entire body. He held down your hips as he sucked and licked your sensitive nub. You were sure you were gonna have hand-shaped bruises on your hips for days. He removed his mouth from you and inserted two long, calloused fingers into you. He curled and scissored them making you let out a load moan. He continued to finger you fast.

You couldn't take it much longer. Your hips bucked and your hole tightened around his fingers. You looked at Alex for permission to cum. "Go on darling, cum all over my fingers" and with that you let out a loud, high-pitched moan as you released. Alex didn't stop though, he kept going. You screamed and cried from the stimulation and suddenly you felt that knot in your stomach tighten again. You cried trying to get away from his fingers. "Come on baby, cum for me again" and again your orgasm washed over you, ten times more intense than before. Alex slowed down his movements then removed his fingers from you.

He smiled as he brought his fingers up this his mouth and sucked off all your juices from his fingers. He then leant down and removed the gag from your mouth. "Can you do one more for me princess? You're doing so well." You sniffled and nodded "Okay.. Just one more." "Good girl, doing so well for me" He lined his cock up with your used hole and slowly thrusted into you. He gave you a second to adjust and the slowly pulled out and pushed back in again.

Unlike last time his thrusts were slow and soft but they were passionate and deep. He places his hands either side of your head, his hair was draped off his forehead and his face was inches away from yours. He caught your lips in a long, passionate kiss as his thrusts sped up slightly. " 'm close baby" He whispered. After a couple of more thrusts you felt that knot in your stomach again, you squeezed around him to let him know you were close too. His thrusts became faster and sloppier as he chased his orgasm, you squeezed around him as you came all over him, this sent him over the edge and you felt his release deep inside you.

He rode out your orgasms, then collapsed next to you, removing himself from you. You felt empty and tired. Alex got up and unlocked the handcuffs and kissed you "I'm gonna clean you up. Do you want anything baby?" You smiled "Water please" he walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel then got you a glass of water. He came back into the room, placed the glass of water on the bed-side table, then kneeled on the bed in front of you, he cleaned you and the sheets up then laid next to you and hugged you. "I love you baby, but please never embarrass me like that again" You giggled when you remembered what got you here "I love you too and I'm sorry for that"

And with that you laid in silence until you both fell asleep.

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[koiimii]

𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 | 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣…”

———

He couldn’t stop his feet.

They seemed to be moving a millisecond ahead of his every thought as his booted heels clicked down the cobble stone path towards your door.

What the hell was he thinking? What on earth are you thinking Al?

He must enjoy being hurt. He must enjoy being filled up and then discarded, but then again… he was no saint either.

He was no better than you, and maybe right now… it would be best to leave things as they were. To leaves things in the dark, collecting dust by remaining completely absent in each others lives.

The past few months were peaceful! For the best indeed…

The way you left things that night, Alex’s stuff tossed out on your front lawn, your neck bruised from where he had ripped off the locket he gifted you…

Things were better left untouched from then on, and the two of you not in contact. Alex was well aware of that yes, but oh…. How he missed you.

The very idea of you made his heart swell in a way that made he himself feel sick, insane.

He’d never forget the words you two exchanged in your kitchen… the wine spilled across your marble counters, your back pressed against the wall while he kept you steady and unable to escape his petty wrath.

He couldn’t help the tightening feeling in his chest as he now stood out front your bright red door.

The gates of hell perhaps…

He clenched his jaw, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot trying to make this sound as normal as he could in his head. It had been 4 months, yes. You both agreed to never speak again, yes… only you said it in a much harsher way.

But the minute he stepped foot inside his mate’s flat that night, bags in hand and with the shameful request to borrow the air mattress… he missed you.

Your wild, amber eyes blinking back at his boring brown ones. Your smooth, tanned curves molding against his own body like a puzzle. Your mouth, sweet and tinted red with the remains of strawberry lipgloss…

(Y/n).

You had tattooed your name across his mind so that was all he knows… across his tongue so that it was all he speaks.

He needed you, now.

He would come in peace, leave his pride and sarcasm at the door. He’d have his white flag raised high. He lifted a ringed hand to knock, stepping back and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

It was silent at first, and he wondered just how crazy he’d be to use the key you kept under the welcome mat.

No need.

A few quite clicks, and finally… it opened.

The sight of you made his mouth fall agape, not to mention the undeniable tightening feeling in his jeans.

He hated you…

He hated the fact that that wasn’t the slightest bit true.

You stood there, clad in his oversized dress shirt. Sleeves rolled up, barely buttoned correctly and sliding off your bare shoulders. Your hair flew all over, but still managed to glow caramel against the setting sun… your lips had twisted into an unreadable twitching situation, corners beginning to curl up.

What also grabbed his attention was the smeared paint along your bare hands and arms… and your thighs, and shoulders, your chest… even your cheeks were smudged with soft greens and yellows.

You had been painting again.

You loved painting… he was glad to see you hadn’t changed so much. But then again, he could be rather arrogant to think you’d stop your lifestyle just because of him, especially since you made it a point to push him out of it.

Then he saw your face.

Those Amber eyes… filled with emotions that made Alex’s blood run cold, only because he couldn’t read them.

Had you hated him…? He couldn’t blame you.

“That my shirt…?”, suddenly, the note to avoid pettiness had left the window.

It was official when you cocked your hip and leaned against your doorframe, an unimpressed brow arched high..

“Looked better on me anyway…” you shrugged, sipping the tea from the mug clutched firmly in your hand.

“Miss me that much?”, he pulled his sunglasses off and titled his head.

“A bit ironic isn’t it?” You sighed, peaking over his shoulder as if bored with him already and hoping for someone else to arrive.

“Don’t see how..”, Alex shrugged, pushing past you and into your home without a second though.

What you said next, well he had it coming.

“Look who’s popping up on my front porch, and pushing themselves back in again.”

You had made a valid point, and he avoided turning around to face you again, moving through your house towards your studio instead.

You followed, arms crossed and eyes rolled hard. But deep down in the pit of your stomach, those butterflies became to swarm.

You missed this man undeniably. The shirt you wore was only a fraction of the many you had folded neatly in his drawer you still kept…

Not a night went by where you hadn’t cried yourself to sleep with the help of old love letter readings, where you hadn’t driven yourself mad with his name on your lips and your fingers buried between your legs.

You missed Alex dearly. Painfully…

Right now, seeing him felt like a dream, watching and following close behind him as he moved down the halls of your home and into your studio.

The brightness only added to the euphoric feeling in your chest. You watched as he smirked to himself… his eyes took in the various unfinished canvases stacked along the walls, and the shelves piled high with old paint bottles…

The portrait you made of him still hung high above all your other beautiful works.

“Thought you promised to burn that…”, he cleared his throat and tugged off his thin striped blazer.

“Never got around to it..”, you mumbled, moving over to plant yourself down on the old stool in front of your canvas in progress.

“Nice to see you’re still painting… you make quite the mess too.”, he nodded towards your paint covered skin.

You were both childishly dancing around the words that burned on your mouths, like hot gum. Alex nearly felt his skin burn alone at the sight of you. The high open windows let a light in that made you appear ethereal…

Messily decorated and smudged with every color of the rainbow, you were magnificent.

“What’re you doing here, Alex.”, you frowned and watched as his body blew around to face you, limp like a puppet on a string.

Perhaps your string.

“You know why, love. Why’d you let me in…?”, he stepped closer and your frown deepened.

He looked calm, too calm, like he knew how this would all play out and that alone made you bubble with agitation.

“…You know why.”

He swallowed, and you could’ve swore the tips of his ears began to redden, hidden by the fallen Sandy locks of his un-gelled hair.

He liked pressing your buttons, making you tic…

“You’re too cruel...” He spoke, and finally he stood close enough to grip the collar of his shirt you wore, rubbing the fabric between his trembling fingers.

“Don’t do that…”, you glared up at him from your sitting position. “That isn’t fair and you know that.”

You hated how nonchalant he could be. You felt your body begin to brim and you swallowed thickly. The sun from the windows began to bake you both and the tension was rising to a suffocating high.

He needed you, wanted you, craved you like a drug and you wanted to hear him say it.

You didn’t care how…

With tears in his eyes, sweat on his brow, on his knees, underneath you, panting and out of breath…

You wanted him weak, and broken… and at your mercy.

As Alex stared down at you now, he felt his heart was about to beat from his chest. He knew he had stepped into the lion’s den and he didn’t want to look back.

Just then you shot up from your sitting position, acting off sheer instinct when you crushed your lips against his own. He immediately returned it, gripping at your hips and waist with an urgency.

It was like a fire had been lit between the two of you, electrifying and full of something you had grown to know all to well.

Alex’s mouth worked with ravenous intent, and it irked you in the back of your mind to think he had become rather spoiled in your… toxic patterns.

Your lips lingered on each other’s for only a moment longer before you felt yourself being backed into what you quickly learned was your work bench. With one strong arm’s sweep, Alex sent all your paints and colors to the ground with a clattering crash.

He caught your mouth in another painfully delicious kiss before your protests could be heard, lifting you up with ease and setting you down in place.

You had grown drunk.

You had began to devour each other with a fever and soon, you found yourself growing undone. Alex slotted himself firmly between your thighs, his hands reluctantly leaving the smooth skin of your hips and waist to squeeze their plushy flesh in calloused, ringed hands.

You mewled into his mouth and soon, he pulled away, paying close attention to the clean, unmarked skin of your neck. He’d have to change that. Alex payed very close attention to detail indeed.

You rolled your hips against his own and you knew he felt it too, his gentle groans rippling between the two of you. Alex touched your body with the same possessiveness you had shamelessly missed, and now you could only return the favor…

If he’d let you. If he’d let your head stop spinning and hand you the controls.

You felt his fingers find your center, thumb pressing feebly against that swelling ball of nerves that had began to call his name, still protected by the thin layer of your lace underwear... You couldn’t help but gasp, back arching off the table, hips pressing into his palm in search of that friction…

You could feel his smile against your neck, pleased and appreciative… knowing all to well how nicely his fingers made you tick. You rolled your neck around, his lips still painting the flesh more vivid than your violet paints before finally, your cursed and pressed your hands to his chest.

You shoved him back with a new found force, panting and panicked, in a flushed daze.

Alex stumbled until ultimately tripping onto his back, elbows planted into the sheet covered ground as the fallen paints from before splashed up all around him in vibrant puddles. Various hues of red, yellow, violet, and gold touched his clothes, his bare arms and cheeks… splashes of color slapped his skin and hair in a way that could only make such a mess look like art.

Lust swam between his and your own stormy gaze. Hair disheveled, eyes dark, lips swollen and glossed with desire. You didn’t share a word then, none were needed.

You raked a slow hand through your hair and cursed, licking your lips and eyeing the space around you before your eyes found home again in his. Alex stared up at you, swallowing thickly, pink paint rolling down his cheeks only to blend with his natural flushed state.

“Your shirt…”, you breathed, fixing his dress-shirt on your shoulders. “Take it off.”

He quickly obeyed, arms flexing up as he pulled the suddenly obnoxious fabric over his shoulders to toss it somewhere unimportant.

“Pants… and everything else.”, you moved in sync with him this time.

The clatter off his belt was the only thing that could be heard as the two of you shuffled to rid yourselves of any restraints. As Alex finally tossed his jeans, boots and socks aside, he gulped.

He watched as the thin lace underwear you wore slid down your legs, dropping off your ankles to the ground below. He was embarrassingly hard, his arousal prominent in the glossed, flushed red tint of his length.

You slid off the counter and towards him before Alex was finally leaned back on his elbows, quiet and hungry with anticipation for you.

He only wanted to be devoured by you…

“This paint is cold…”, only to fill the silence he spoke, unsteady and nervous. The spilt paint had indeed began to coat his thighs and arms with every shift of his body.

You could only chuckle, you wished you had a camera.

You lowered yourself down slowly, movements careful and calculated. Finally you sat on his thighs straddling him close once he sat up to hug you tight.

“You’re not in charge, Alex… I am.”, you whispered against his mouth, already parted for you taste once more.

“You’ve annoyed me, today. And now I’m going to take it all out… on you.”

That stung, in a way that shot right down to his erection, instantly twitching in approval. Your eyes bore into his soul and stripped him down to nothing. Eye to eye with you alone made him feel as if he couldn’t last another moment.

Alex knew you wouldn’t care, you’d simply sit back to watch him finish, call him names. He secretly liked how cruel you could be like this… He was putty in your hands.

“So mean…”, he murmured, just as your lips met his own.

Your hands, now dipped and smeared with wet pigment ran down his his bare neck and chest until he was graffitied down with crimsons and blues. The purple shades on his neck were rather artistic too.

Back then you had been known to be friends with the pretty boys, when you and Alex found each other… he had fought to be your favorite. Now he he was all yours and best of all… you were his.

Too lost in your lips, he hadn’t realized when you lifted your hips, only to slide down onto him with a slowness that made his shiver. His limbs tightened briefly, gasping against your mouth as you two groaned out careful praises.

You tightened around him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, sinking into your velvety warmth in a daze. You began to roll your hips and he cursed your name, his jaw going slack as the pleasure shot through him in waves.

You were in pure ecstasy, your mouth falling open, eyes rolling back as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His shirt began to slide down your painted shoulders, and Alex took the opportunity to kiss the soft skin, biting gently as you rocked faster.

Your head was spinning, the pleasure and emotion sending you reeling into an oblivion. Your rasped cries began to madden and soon you hissed at the sting of Alex’s bite, pulling away enough to shove him down completely.

Alex laid flat on his back, his fair falling from his eyes as he stared up at you, gripping your hips to leave hand prints of magenta and black for later… Your movements quickened, roughened and soon the two of you were lost in each others cries.

You stared down at him, your hips keeping rythme as you watched him closely. Alex looked dazed, eyes half-lidded as his broken, hoarse groans were returned with breathless giggles and sweet praises.

You watched as he took your hands and guided them around his throat, eyes a-little wider now, pleading and desperate. Alex loved to be hurt… you quickly learned that about him.

You learned that he liked not always being in control, especially if it meant you’d ruin him like this. Angry, desperate, rough… he joked about how sick he must be to enjoy such things, but if that were the case you wish everyone were as sick as him.

You stared down at him, lips parted as you leaned down to kiss him slow. It was messy and frantic, a thin string of saliva stretching between the two of you as you pulled away, pressing him down into the ground by his throat when he chased your mouth for more.

For a moment you forgot yourself, in the pleasure, in the emotions, in him.

You tightened your grip around his throat, clenching yourself around him, watching as his cheeks and ears went up in rosy flames. How he groaned out your name in frantic, broken cries and his hips bucked into you, hitting your sweetest spot at a delicious angle.

You cooed, brushing some more hair from his glossy eyes. Sweat glazed over the both of your painted bodies, and you knew Alex was close when he tried to slow your hips to a gentler pace.

“Hands off, darling…~”, you purred, hands leaving his neck to scrape down his chest.

Alex shuttered, whining out in his deeper register, words incoherent now as you bounced your hips steadily. Sounds that were anything but innocent began to bounce off the walls and Alex felt his stomach tighten.

“St-stop, love. I’m coming. Darling, please- I-!”, his pleads were false, Alex knew it. He wanted to be driven mad.

Your hands found his throat again, squeezing hard just as he felt his body tense and release, his bucking upwards and finally locking down into the paint soiled hardwood.

He shook gently, stuttering around a stream of curses along with your name as he finally spilled over. He could hardly breath, his breath catching in his throat as he saw stars, your hands still wrapping around his throat.

Alex assumed the intensity had already reached its peak as you finally slowed your hips to a stop, letting him ride out his orgasm and returning his breath… until your hips began to move once more.

You mentally swooned at the way he stuttered into hushed pleas almost immediately, gripping your hips so hard he’d leave bruises for the following days to come.

You laughed aloud, dreamy and in love. Seeing him so ruined beneath you after how cocky he had been earlier.. it drove you mad.

“I’m not finished, Al…~”, you purred, kissing down his neck as he turned his head to the side, desperate to control himself.

His stomach tightened and released again and he nearly saw white, the over-stimulation so beautiful it hurt.

“M’- I- sweetheart, please-~”, over and over the helpless begs spilled from his lips, and you couldn’t help but comb your fingers though his purple streaked hair.

You felt that knot begin to tighten in your stomach and soon you, slowed down, clenching around him as your body jerked in place, the orgasm hitting you like a shockwave, and Alex as well.

You cried out, collapsing on top of him as he held you close. His dress shirt had fallen to pool around your elbows and waist now, your chest ok full display pressed against his own.

You let it wash over, your heart racing a mile a minute, and you could feel Alex’s too. You kissing his bare shoulders and cheeks, soothing the intensity as you both came down…

There was a moment where it had just been breathing. Erratic, then hesitant, then steady… the two of you coached each other through it with touch alone.

After another moment, you sat up again and slowly pulled yourself off of him, watching as Alex peered up at you, eyes hardly open.

“Are you alright…?”, you questioned softly, rubbing his chest, and adding your name in purple paint.

He only nodded, small yet firm , resting his hands on your thighs and smearing them yet again with partial hand prints.

“…Let’s talk, Alex.”

It was evident that there was much to be discussed, the wave of ecstasy only leaving you both with a feeling of… anxiety.

It was only after a shared shower with colorful mud mixed water running down your limbs, hushed giggles and gentle kisses on warm wet skin, that the two of you could then cuddle up and talk…

———

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.

A/N: This was…filthy. But I feel like it was fitting. Submissive Alex, rough sex on the floor, in an art studio, covered in paint… He can be so odd yet captivating with romance. I love him.

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[atticssmellgood]

hey babe!! can you do the 16 and 17 with alex, pls? 🥺

Tired

Alex Turner x GN!reader(no specific pronouns used)

Prompt(s) requested: “How Are you so comfy?” + Person A falls asleep on person B

Word count: 1k

CW: None❤️

A/N: I’m honestly so happy you requested these specific prompts lmao, I’ve always loved the idea of cuddling with Alex, I feel like he would be so sweet😭 anyways, hope you enjoy!

P. S. I feel like all of my fics end in sleeping I need a new way to close out💀

Alex groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he sat slumped over his small notebook, scribbled out lyrics and messy handwriting decorating the pages.

Why was it that whenever he actually wanted to get some songwriting done, he couldn’t? Lately the inspiration seemed to slip out of his hands every time he picked up the pen, leaving him stuck and stressed. Most times, he would just end up in a significantly lower mood with nothing more than what he started with.

He sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, too many thoughts swirling around in his head to possibly make sense of any of them.

Eventually he stood up and stretched, his limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion and a yawn coming from his mouth.

Alex hadn’t been able to get much sleep recently due to the amount of time he’d been spending on the new album, but he could never seem to rest when he was so focused on why his brain wasn’t working the way he wanted it to.

Before Alex could let out another loud groan of frustration, he heard the front door open and he couldn’t have been more relieved.

“Alex?” You called out tentatively, not sure if he was home from the studio just yet. You made your way to the kitchen and sat your car keys on the counter with a jingle before hearing footsteps coming towards you. All of the sudden you were pulled into a warm hug, a kiss falling onto your forehead softly.

“Welcome home darling…” Alex whispered as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. You could already tell from his quiet voice and the way he leaned his body on yours that he had a long day. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pulled away from his embrace to get a good look at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his expression looked overall drained. It didn’t take a genius to realize he needed some food and rest.

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek gently, stroking the apex of his cheekbone with your thumb in a loving manner. Alex’s hands still sat on your hips as he leaned into your palm and closed his eyes. A small sigh left his lips when he felt the tension in his muscles slowly dissipate, replaced with a warm feeling that seeped into his bones and gripped at his heart.

“You look miserable, Al.” you giggled quietly, continuing to stroke his cheek. Although disguised as a light-hearted joke, Alex could hear the worried undertone in your voice.

“It’s just some writer’s block, nothing to worry about.” He mumbled and pulled you a little closer.

You let out a little hum and let him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You know I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure writers block doesn’t cause you to look like you haven’t slept in a week.” Your voice was a little more concerned now as you rub his back lightly “what’s wrong?”

Alex let out a small groan and snaked his arms fully around your waist, squeezing you tight and beginning to sway the both of you from side to side slowly. His body heat engulfs you in a comforting embrace and you could still smell a bit of the cologne he liked to put on before he left in the mornings. “it’s…” he starts, speaking tentatively “I’ve just been really stressed lately with the non-stop recording in the studio and it doesn’t help when I can’t seem to write properly anymore.” His voice is quiet and clearly exhausted. You once again pull back, this time giving him a soft kiss on the lips, then one on his nose. He closed his eyes and gave a sleepy little smile.

“Why don’t we go to sleep, yeah?” You brush a piece of hair out of his eyes “I think you really need it. And who knows? Maybe it’ll clear your writer’s block.” You smiled sweetly before Alex just nods in agreement.

His mind did feel a bit foggy from the lack of sleep. Maybe that was the problem?

Without another word, you stepped out of his embrace to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Alex immediately laid on the bed, his eyes already beginning to close until he noticed you didn’t lay next to him. He glances over to see you taking off your shirt so you could change into something more comfortable than your work clothes.

He chuckled before reaching over to grabbing your arm and pull you onto the mattress with a sly grin.

You let out a little yelp and before you knew it, Alex’s full body weight was resting on top of you, effectively trapping you underneath him.

“Alex! You couldn’t wait five more seconds?” You laugh, still topless as he hadn’t given you the chance to put a shirt on.

“Nope.” He said with a satisfied expression “You were already taking too long.”

His head was resting on your chest comfortably, his soft brown hair tickling your bare skin.

You just laughed at his response, then snuck a gentle hand into his hair.

His features seemed to relax once you did this as his eyes fluttered shut and a small smile played at his lips.

You ran your fingers through the thick strands, nails occasionally scratching his scalp. The more you did this, the more he relaxed. The stress he held in his tense muscles looked as if it was melting away slowly with each brush of your hand on his hair.

“How are you so comfy?” Alex mumbled, nuzzling into your chest with a contented sigh. You just smiled as you gazed at him, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

He loved the spot he was in because he could press his ear right against where your heart was and listen to it beat with a steady rhythm. All the thoughts and worries in his mind were quieting down to mere whispers as he focused on the soft thumping in your chest. This was what he knew he needed.

Moments after that, you heard his breathing slow, indicating that he was indeed asleep.

You continued to stroke his hair in a loving manner even as he slept. The weight of his body on yours was comforting and it wasn’t long until you began to fall asleep underneath him, uttering a barely audible “Sweet dreams, my love” and letting your eyes flutter shut.

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[p4rsuade]

paraselene woman, i’m your man in the moon ➤ alex turner

𝓼ummary. it’s been a long year of touring, but he’s finally coming back to her.

𝔀arnings. age gap (sort of but vaguely implied)

𝔀ord count. 951

the car!alex turner x female oc

her 26th birthday was coming to an end. she watched as the time on her home screen flash to 00:00, and she lets out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding.

alex hadn’t sent her a happy birthday text, or called her all day. she tried not to think about it, she celebrated her birthday with her friends, and surely that should be enough for her, but no, she missed him with every bit of her being. she missed their cuddles in the kitchen, the way his hair would flop over his face as he slept, the orange hue of the sun slipping through the white voile blinds, landing onto his face, making him groan in utter annoyance from the sun disrupting his sleep, his stupid, soppy love poems he writes out of the blue, just so he could see that huge smile on her face, showing off her little fangs he always adores, ‘you’re like a mini dracula, y’know that’s adorable love.’

God, she missed him. she turned off her phone, and rolled on her side. happy birthday to me, i guess. she closed her eyes and slowly but surely, she had fallen asleep.

—

4:10am

there was a sudden dip in the bed, and it startled her awake. her heavy eyes opened slightly and before she could do anything, she felt arms wrap around her, the familiar fluffy hair grazing against her cheek as he kissed her neck. “hiya, love.” he murmurs against her skin. “missed meh?” he hums.

alex.

without another second thought, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “woah, woah, woah..” he chuckles. “i guess yeh did.” he smiled, pressing more kisses along the side of her neck.

“happy birthday.” he whispers softly, and it warms her heart to its fullest. “how was your day today? i’m sorreh i didn’t get back earlier.” he asks as he eventually lifts his head up to look at her, a grin playing at his lips.

she smiled happily, the happiest she’s been. “it’s been okay. i missed you though.” she responds. “i’m sorreh, love. i would’ve been there but management has been on me arse, and the other lads wanted to—“ he was cut off immediately as she presses her lips against his, and he sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he moves her hand to the back of her head. “i missed you so much, aly.”

he chuckles against her lips, biting her bottom lip playfully. “i can tell.”

but then he sighs, and pulls away, burying his face into her chest. “i missed you too, love.”

it was as if he suddenly remembers something, because he suddenly lifts his head up quickly, and rolls off of her and he gets off the bed.

out of the darkness, he pulls out a box and something large, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“happy birthday, darlin’.” he smiles before getting back into bed, laying on his stomach as he handed her the gifts.

it was a small box, as she guessed, and a vinyl. from the fontaines d.c. “i got ‘em to sign it.” he grins.

“aly..” she mumbles breathlessly as she takes in the signatures on the front of the vinyl. “remember our first date when i took ya to see them?” he hums and she smiles and nods, “how can i ever forget? i thought it was a little over the top for a first date.”

“yeh, and you kept arguin’ about it on the way, but i knew you loved it.” he chuckles, moving up to press his lips against her temple. “open the box, babe. you might like this one.” he smiled as he sat up beside her, wrapping his arm behind her back.

she looked at him with narrowed eyes, before placing the vinyl down, and she picked the box up, inspecting it. “what is it, al? why am i nervous?”

“open it and you’ll see, love.” he laughs, before slowly moving in front of her, waiting for her to open it.

she looks at him for a moment, before her gaze went back to the box. she unties the gorgeous bow that adorned the box, and she opens it, the box opening with a click as it pulls up.

in the box was a silver ring adorned with diamonds, and she lets out a tiny gasp. “simone..” he began, and she shakes her head in disbelief. “simone, look at me, will ya?” he laughs, before gently taking the box away from her grip, and he shifts, placing his knees on the bed.

“i thought about this a lot when i was gone, si.” his smile weakening as he was about to turn into an emotional, soppy mess. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to meh. and i wish you were with me on the tour. i couldn’t stand not seeing yer beautiful face for a year.”

“face-time doesn’t count.” he lets out a weak chuckle. “simone darlin’, will ya make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he finally asked.

she was in disbelief, and she felt tears brim her eyes, without a word, she quickly moves closer to him, and she wraps her arms around his neck. “what kinda question is that?” her voice broke. “of course i’ll marry you, al. i love you so much.” she murmurs as tears ran down her cheek. “so that’s a yes?” he smiles as he places the ring down onto the sheets and wraps his arms around her. “yes, you dope!” and he laughs, burying his face into her hair.

“i love you so much, darlin’.” he murmurs into her hair.

“i love you more, aly.”

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[shrenvents]

Miracle Aligner

Alex Turner Series

Series Masterlist

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

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

Chapter one:

Aviation

Toronto, November 15, 2015

5:57 pm

Alex's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

8:24 pm

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

"You're the boss."

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

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

"Excuse me?"

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

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

9:41 pm

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

"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.

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

"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.

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

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

"I did not."

"Did too."

"I've had too much drink."

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

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

"Alex."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter two

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[nikisfwn]

drunken monologues. /AT x f!reader

(sias/am alex)

Warnings: angst, mean drunk alex, a lot of swearing, some fluff at the end

“You aren’t leaving. Lets fucking face it you can’t fucking live without me. You have no money or life without me!” Alex was screaming. He stayed out late, he got absolutely wasted drunk, he got pissed wet through on the way home, he woke up the whole fucking apartment building. But it was her fault. All of it.

She should’ve been used to it by now, the outbursts the late nights but she wasn’t. Why should she? Her love, highschool sweetheart had changed into a different person. A person she wasn’t sure she was in love with.

“What the fuck Alex?! I can fucking leave if i want to leave and i would have a job if you hadn’t told me to quit it as you had a salary to care for both of us! I have so much without you. You aren’t my life Alex!”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, “Oh so that’s how it fucking is? You don’t need me, no?” She sighed, exasperated, tired and fed up. Just wishing, praying for things to go back to normal.

“Alex we both know that’s not what I said.” She lowered her voice now to give their neighbours some form of sleep at this ridiculous hour of the morning. “I’m just tired. Of you pretending I can’t leave, you pretending you’re all i have in life, your a big part of it Alex. Your a fucking massive part of my life but i cannot deal with how you’re acting at the moment.”

“You talk all of this fucking talk when we all know you wouldn’t leave either way. You love me. You would miss me too much.” He laughed at her. At her. Not with her. At her, to her face. She wanted to punch him in the face, feel the satisfaction as she felt his nose break beneath her fist. But she wouldn’t. They both knew that, she wouldn’t and couldn’t. She cared too much, even with him being such a fucking cunt.

“Alex you’re being a cunt right now. I hope you realise that.” She turned and grabbed her house keys. “Now I’m going to go, and I’ll be back in the morning when you’ve fucking sobered up.” Alex grabbed her wrist, acting the fastest she had seen since he got back.

“You ain’t going fucking nowhere.” She raised her eyebrows at him and laughed, laughed at his weird form of authority complex, laughed at his audacity she laughed at him.

“Yes I am Alex. You aren’t stopping me so shut the fuck up and let me fucking go.” As soon as the words left her mouth he shoved her backwards into the door. So quickly she couldn’t even process it before he had started screaming at her again.

“Fuck you! You’re a fucking bitch who doesn’t know her fucking place. You can go, be my fucking guest my love but you ain’t coming back. I pay for this apartment. So you want to leave? Fine. But don’t expect to be welcomed back.” After his final statement he turned around and walked to their bedroom, slamming the door and leaving her alone and shaking in the hallway crumpled on the floor in front of the front door.

He had yelled when drunk before. Fuck they always get into arguments when drunk. But Alex threatening her house? Everything she had? That was new. He had never before stooped to such a low level. Talking to him now wasn’t worth it. So instead of trying to piece together the train wreck that just happened she led crying on the floor until she exhausted herself to sleep.

***

It was Alex who woke up first the next morning. No recollection of the night before and no clue why he was alone in bed without his lover. As he dragged himself out of bed and showered he tried raking through his brain for what happened last night and why he fell asleep alone, still dressed and drenched from the rain. He could figure out on his own that he came home late but nothing else.

He wondered through the house towards the kitchen until he turned his head towards the front door and saw her, his love, his world crumpled and small on the floor with her shoes on and keys in her hand. He rushed towards her and shook her awake.

“Love? Fuck darling are you okay? What happened to you?” He pulled her gently into his arms and kissed her head. She sobbed into his chest but punched his stomach at the same time, emotions overwhelming her.

“Fuck- fuck you Al.” She sobbed, in hysterics going entirely limp in his arms. Her arms that had just been hitting him weakly now entirely forgotten by her sides. “You’re a total fucking cunt Alex.” She slowly brought her arms up to wrap around his neck.

Wordlessly, he picked her up and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as her ams got tighter at his neck. He carried her through their apartment and to the living room. He sat down on the sofa with her cuddled into his arms and on his lap. He slowly started talking, “Please tell me what happened my love-“

“How do you not fucking remember?! Alex do you not remember coming home at gone 1 am and waking up the whole damn building? Do you not remember threatening that I couldn’t come back if i left? You don’t remember shoving me into the door and shutting yourself in our room all night? No? None of that ring a bell?” She shuffled away from him, now sitting on the other side of the sofa with her arms crossed tightly over her chest and her knees closing herself in.

Alex looked fucking mortified, almost astounded. His eyes wide and his mouth gaping. “What?” He stared in disbelief before thinking back once again and being able to indeed recall every single one of those events. “Oh darling… I’m so sorry. Oh my god. Are you hurt? I didn’t hurt you right?” He was already cursing himself enough, knowing that he might of physically injured the one person he loves more than anything in the world might break him.

She slowly shook her head. Alex let out a breath he wasn’t sure he was holding. “Darling, im so fucking sorry. God sorry isn’t enough for what I’ve done. Fuck how can I apologise darling?” Her breaths got ragged once again and she felt like she might crumble right there in front of him.

“Just promise me you won’t do it again. Stop staying out so late fucking drinking Al. You’ve changed so much, and I wouldn’t mind that if it meant you still loved me the same but it feels like you don’t.” Alex reached across to her and tugged her into another hug.

“I still love you just as much as the day we met, just as much as when I asked you to be my girlfriend and the same amount I will the day that I ask you to marry me.” He rubbed her back gently and kissed her temple. “I know you probably think you can’t believe me, and that’s fine. But I will spend every day and every night until you feel like a goddess and know how much I love you.” She let out a soft giggle at that.

“I love you Al, so much.” She pulled back to smile at him softly. He leant in for a kiss, putting his hand on her cheek as they got lost in eachother.

“I love you too darling.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stood up with his hand extended to her. “Let me prove it?”

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[your-averagewriter]

"I wanna be yours."

Summary: (y/n) decides to surprise Alex at his Glastonbury set leading to a romantic moment between the two on the Pyramid Stage.

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Kissing?

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Tugging on my boots I check my outfit in the mirror: a black bralette top, black denim skirt, black boots and a black leather jacket. It’s the end of June so I’m going to be so hot today with my boots and jacket.

I step out of my tent, the sun instantly in my eyes so I remove my sunglasses from my top and place them on my face. Walking out of the tent, I decide to take a look around the sight, granted it’s not my first time at Glastonbury but it’s been a few years. Throughout the day I watch a few shows but I’m mostly here for the Arctic Monkeys. As Alex Turner’s girlfriend I try to be at most of his shows but for the Glastonbury show I decided to pretend I couldn’t make it so that I could surprise him before or after his show. 

With a small bag with me I head to the main stage early, applying a dark red lipstick using my small mirror. However there’s more people than I expected. I'm not at the barrier and I can’t even see it but after the current band have left, fans slowly dissipate allowing me to sneak through the crowd getting to the barrier.

I can feel my hands shaking, I never thought I’d be so nervous to see my boyfriend, it’s not even a massive reunion, the last we saw each other was about a week ago so not too long or anything. I try to convince myself that it’s not nerves, just excitement which admittedly helps.

Waiting with baited breath, I watch as stage-hands set up the drums and all the kit, preparing for the show only increasing my nerves.

Minutes after they’ve finished setting up the band walk out onto stage with the opening of Sculptures of Anything Goes. Most of the people at the barrier are big fans of the Arctic Monkeys so everyone around me is singing along, including me.

Song after song goes by and it’s a great show. I have loads of fun with my new friends at the barrier but they’re yet to play some of their big ones and they've been on for a while.

Just as I think this Alex declares that it’s the end of their set except they haven’t played ‘I Wanna Be Yours’, ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’ or ‘R U Mine?’ so everyone knows they’re coming back. Obviously, they come back, minutes later, playing ‘R U Mine?’ and ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’. On their setlists they normally play ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ as the closer and I can feel the excitement radiating from me.

Alex walks along the side of the stage looking at the audience and the people at the barrier, he stops when he sees me and points to me, drawing many looks. After a moment of just pointing at me he approaches the side of the stage, climbing down, carefully making his way to the barrier. He signals to me with a finger to go to him by where the gate to the barrier is. I watch him in shock, with eyes wide and shake my head with a worried smile but he walks down the barrier towards me. Reaching his hand over the barrier he reassures me with a small smile and I hold onto his hand as he leads me to the gate by the stage and thankfully people move out of the way but it doesn't stop me quietly apologising as I make my way but everyone just cheers me on.

I make my way to the gate which is kindly opened by one of the security people.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers after momentarily switching off his mike.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well you’ve done that, love.” He says as we walk up the stairs onto the stage.

“What are you doing?” I ask, worried as we walk out onto the stage.

“I wanna show you off… sing you a song.” He says making me swoon.

“You’re too good to me.” I say, raising my hand to stroke his face quickly.

“I’m just giving you what you deserve.” He says pressing a kiss to the side of my face. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Ready as I'll ever be, Al.” I say as he leads me to the middle of the stage, switching his mike back on. He places his arm around my waist as he introduces me to the crowd.

“This is (y/n).” He starts, his accent shining through his speech. “She’s my lover.” He says, the ‘o’ pronounced more as a ‘u’. I feel my face burn up so I bury it in his chest, embarrassed under the shining lights. “And I’m gonna sing her a song.” He says and the introduction to ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ plays, my face remains on his chest.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner.” For the rest of the verse and pre-chorus, Alex just sways us gently from side to side. As the chorus begins he moves his hand from my waist to my hand, twirling me slowly.

“Maybe I just wanna be yours.” He sings, the audience even louder.

He twirls me around whilst singing the song, almost slow dancing until the next chorus.

Spinning me around once more he dips me like we’ve just gotten married which startles me slightly but nothing happens. He just stares into my eyes singing the lyrics.

“Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours.” On the final line he doesn’t say anything, the music fades out and despite the rest of Glastonbury watching us it feels like we’re alone as he holds me in a frozen moment - one that I’ll remember forever. I smile at him, my arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly pushes my sunglasses up onto the top of my head.

After moments of staring into each other's eyes he leans down, gently pushing his lips against mine. I watch as the stage lights slowly dim leaving us on the Pyramid Stage alone, lips still pressed against each other.

Pulling away, he rests his forehead on mine in the most perfect moment.

“I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

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[1-800-whore4alexturner]

She Was Gagged, Bound, and Crafting a Tale

Humbug!Alex turner x afab!Reader

Synopsis: While getting ready for a dinner with the band, you and Alex have some other ideas.

Warnings: Smut (p in v), cursing

To celebrate their new record, Humbug, all of Arctic Monkeys, along with their girlfriends, were going to have a nice dinner, Alex, your fiancé, bringing you along.

Right now, you were in Alex’s flat, along with the rest of the monkeys who were all getting ready. Yet, instead of getting ready, you and Alex had some other… ideas.

Alex is kissing you passionately, running his hands down your jean-clad thighs. You're panting and moaning softly into his mouth when he pulls back for a moment and whispers in your ear, "I love you."

You look at him lovingly, surprised by his words. Your breathing starts to hitch as you repeat his words back to him - “I love you too.”

Alex groans, resuming kissing you, harder this time. He breaks the kiss and says, "Come on...we should get going before they hear us..." His eyes are filled with lust as he moves to take your hand, grabbing onto it, pulling you along with him.

“Wait. Just a bit longer. Please?”

“Love, the band’s right outside; we’ll have to be quick,” he ends with a smirk.

“Thank you, baby" you reply seductively with a mischievous grin, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him closer to you. Alex lets out a loud moan of pleasure as you begin grinding against him through your jeans.

You keep grinding, feeling both of your pants begin to inch down as you do so. Alex breaks away for a moment to slip off his jeans. He doesn't have to go far though, as his pants have ridden low enough that you can feel his hard cock poking at your stomach, inches from where you want it most. You groan loudly, unable to hold yourself back any longer.

You sneakily grab his hard bulge, squeezing and palming it. “Oh god, yes, love,” Alex gasps, breaking away from you and quickly slipping off his jacket and then tossing it aside. Without saying another word, he pushes your shirt up and kisses each side of your chest. You reach for him, stretching your arms around his back and yanking him to you, crushing your lips against his and sucking hungrily.

He backs you up, taking your jeans off and leaving them crumpled on the floor next to you. Without looking at you, he grabs your panties and tears them down. They hang limply around your ankles and there's no stopping his gentle teasing of your wet pussy, not when he is trying so hard to prolong this…for you.

He ruts his hard boxer clad dick against your wet cunt, hoping for some relief.

He keeps teasing you, you not able to get off until you've had Alex’s cum deep inside you…and apparently you aren't alone. Alex is biting down on his lip, trying to keep quiet as to not get caught by his friends.

You moan as your juices leak out of your hot little cunt, soaking your inner thighs. Alex can only just get it out with you panting in such need.

“Oh my god, babe, I need to feel your pussy around my cock right now.”

“Then do it, Turner. Fuck me.”

That was his turning point. Alex aggressively yanks down his boxers, his rock hard cock sticking up and slapping against his soft abs. You push forward, kissing him again and rolling onto your back, spreading your legs wide open. You put your hand between your own legs and rub yourself deliciously, inviting more intense contact from Alex.

“Ahhh, fuck, Alex.”

“Stop touching yourself, slut,” he demands, ripping your hand away from your cunt.

Then, out of nowhere, Alex slams his cock into you. It stings at first but is immediately swallowed up by your hot walls. As his cock penetrates deeper, you gasp loudly and twist your hips towards him. It feels amazing, you can’t believe how good he feels inside you.

He keeps pounding himself into you like an animal. Hard, fast and brutal, fucking you relentlessly, slamming into you over and over again. He grips your hips, yanking you against him as he grinds his pelvis against yours.

The ache intensifies, pushing you over the edge faster than you ever thought possible.

Your body trembles violently, overwhelmed by ecstasy as every muscle in your body convulses, milking Alex for all the pleasure he has given you. He pulls out of your achy cunt, hot spurts of his cum appearing all over your pelvis, some dripping onto your clit.

Alex shoves himself inside you once more, continuing to pound into you, sending electric shocks of overstimulation coursing through your entire body.

When he finally slumps onto you, his chest falling heavily onto your shoulder, you suddenly remember… the band. Fuck. They were out there the whole time.

“So… are you guys done fucking now? We gotta leave in like 5,” you hear Matt’s muffled voice say. You roll over onto your stomach, covering your eyes and groaning in embarrassment while reaching under your pillow to pull your bra and thong free.

“Sorry mate, I didn’t notice we were being that loud,” Alex replies. Then you both fall silent as you sit awkwardly waiting for his reply.

“Uhm.. It’s fine I guess. Just be ready soon, or else our reservation will be given up.”

“Alright.” That’s all Alex says.

“Sorry baby, I should’ve just waited until after dinner.” You whisper softly to him.

“I understand. Next time, we’ll make sure to take care of it later. Don’t worry about it.”

That does ease your guilt somewhat, although the feeling still resides.

“Well, now that that’s over, let’s go get ready, love.” He presses a tender kiss on your cheek before climbing off of you, and then helping you stand up from your bed.

You slip his shirt back on, button it, and then tie his belt. You’re still dressed in your bra, but Alex doesn’t mention it. As soon as you’re dressed, you start walking towards the bathroom.

When you’ve entered, Alex is leaning on the sink, examining his swollen, dark red lips.

You stop next to him, putting your hand against his chest. He sighs tiredly.

"How long have we got" He asks.

"About 3 minutes," you respond with a giggle.

“I kinda just wanna stay now” he whines childishly.

"So do I," you reply, grinning. He kisses your forehead playfully as you both begin laughing quietly.

‘We really should get going if we're gonna get a table,” you say, starting to walk again.

“I know,” Alex responds with a chuckle. He walks behind you and then puts his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

As you enter the restaurant, the hostess greets you. She tells you your seat number and then leads you through a series of corridors to your table.

Once you’re seated, the waiter comes by and takes your drink order. As soon as he walks away, Matt turns to Alex with a playful smile.

"So...you wanna tell me what that was all about?" he asks, nudging him gently.

Alex grins and shakes his head slightly. "Never."

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[stardustloserdoll]

omg pls write abt alex during the r u mine music video he fucks you in the back of the car or smth🫣

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r u mine?

female reader

“alex you need to go..” i mumbled between kisses. he shook his head only deepening the kiss more. i pulled away slightly holding his face in my hands, “alex.” he whined against my lips. “it’ll be quick.. c’mon love please?” he said looking up at me with his puppy eyes, i bit my lip looking out the window to see the band setting up still. “okay.”

he pressed his lips onto mine quickly, eagerly moaning into each others mouth. i pulled away slightly, placing my hands on his shoulders to deepen it more, slipping my tongue in. alex pulled away slightly mumbling against my lips “you look so hot.”i began to grind myself on his his hard on making him groan. “fuck babe.” he bit his lip moving his hands to my ass to help me grind against him more. “need to be inside you.” he dove into my neck, sucking on the my skin.

i moaned, slowly slipping my shirt off. alex took his mouth away from my neck, unclipping my bra with ease. he began hastily unbuckle his belt. “someone’s eager.” i laughed kissing his neck, sucking lightly leaving marks on him. i placed my hands on his chest, sliding them down lower and lower until i reached his jeans.

he reached under my skirt rubbing his fingers against my clothed cunt. i gasped crumpling his shirt in my hands, bucking my hips into his hand. “so wet, just from kissing and grinding.” i bit my lip burying my face into his neck, feeling him pull my underwear to the side. his fingers pressing against my sensitive clit. i parted my lips, letting out muffled moans against his neck. “dirty girl.” he whispered rubbing slow circles on my clit, slipping a finger in as he pumped in and out.

“al.. want your cock.please.” i moaned bucked my hips into his hand desperately, his movements speeding up sending me over the edge. “okay baby.” he chuckled, moving shifting in the seat so he can pull his boxers down, revealing his hard cock that was leaking with pre. i leaned up to kiss him again, moving my hands to his shoulders. “ready baby.” he whispered against my ear, nodding my head i watched as he took his cock in his hand. aligning himself with me, slowly pushing himself inside. “fuck.” i whined, squeezing his shoulders trying to adjusting to his size. “you okay?” he asked softly, holding onto my hips. “y-yeah.” once i did i began moving my hips against his.

“there you go. taking me so well darling.” he groaned swallowing deeply, looking down to watch as his cock disappeared inside me. “good girl.” i began increasing my pace, lifting myself up and slamming myself back onto his cock, causing him to throw his head back. the car swaying slightly as we moved. “al im gonna cum.” i panted, feeling his hands grip my hips as he fucked me faster. he cursed under his breath, holding me tightly as he pounding his hips into me from underneath. i threw my head back letting out a whine, “al im gonna-“

“come on babe. you can do it. come all over my cock.” i let out a loud moan, feeling my climax was over me, cumming over his cock, feeling alex releasing himself inside me with a groan.

“fuck.” alex laughed pushing his now messy hair out of his face. i collapsed in his arms wrapping my arms around his waist. i panted turning my head slightly to look at the go pro in front of us. “wait. was the camera on the whole time.”

“oh shit.”

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[captainwans]

AM ERA! (smau)

— ALEX TURNER

arabella series

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: some iconic and memorable moments on social media during the am era.

timeline: 2014

note: to clear up any confusion, the song arabella in this universe/series is based on a movie y/n did. + and also this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶

masterlist!

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[alexaswhore]

Ok guys so I've been thinking about writing some stories mainly smut

It will be arctic monkeys but if there's any other ones you want me to write for just ask me ♡

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[koiimii]

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚…

- 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

- 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

- 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙃𝙞𝙢

- 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

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𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐦

- Alex loves reading. Both books and the paper. He carries his reading glasses on the collar of his shirt, or in his coat pocket.

- If he weren’t in a band, he would own a really nice bar and lounge. Live music, a reading area, and he’d be a bartender as well. It would probably have a soft of rustic, modern-baroque style.

- He chews cinnamon gum. He enjoys how it makes his tongue burn a little.

- Alex sometimes prefers for feminine scents when picking perfumes. They mix well with his natural lingering cigarette scent.

- He always keeps a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

- Twisting and tugging his rings has become a coping mechanism for his anxiety.

- Alex has a big sweet tooth for desserts and pastries. Especially homemade ones. Red velvet is a particular favorite.

- Aside from his favorites, a guilty pleasure of his when picking films are period pieces. He adores them. Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, Dead Poet’s Society, Dorian Gray…

- Alex really wants to learn French.

- He loves vintage pieces when choosing fashions. Jewelry, leather, belts… he likes the timeless feel.

- Alex is actually a very good cook. Baking, and bartending too! He loved a homemade margarita or a Moscow Mule

- Usually in an interview where Alex is wearing sunglasses, he’s dozing off.



𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

- Alex loves when you wear the things he bought. He absolutely adores it. Especially things like dresses or lingerie.

- Alex secretly has a bit of a green thumb and loves to keep plants around the house, all named after his band mates, and you.

- He has a very naturel pout when he’s deep in thought, and likes when you kiss it to snap him out of it.

- Alex secretly enjoys being the little spoon when the two of you cuddle. He’s want you to press your chest to his back, and wrap your arms around him.

- Alex always likes to keep some extra sweaters, hoodies, and dress-shirts out for the finding of you. He loves seeing you roam around his house in his clothes. Drives him crazy.

- Alex loves making you worked up and mad. He likes your little bossy fits and your silent treatments, because then he can go out and fix them with gifts and things.

- Alex stutters quiet a bit when it’s just the two of you. He says it’s because no matter how long the two of you have been together, your still make him so very nervous.

- His favorite thing about you is your legs. He loves when you oil them on date nights, and they shine. He love how soft they are. He loves when your thighs thicken when you sit down. He loves when you wear heels. He likes to kiss your calves and up when you two are in bed together. He just loves your legs.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

- Alex is very hyper-sensitive. The little things turn him on or arouse him.

- if you could photograph Alex after sex, you’d have multiple photo albums. You’ve never seen such a pretty afterglow..

- His hair is disheveled and sweaty, stuck to his forehead.

- His lips are glossy and parted while he tries to catch his breath.

- His eyes are sleepy and low, yet they still get all big and doe eyed when you speak to him…

- Alex gets super lazy after sex. His aftercare is cuddles and kisses. - He just gives soft, dazed praises while you clean the both of you up, patting your thighs and kissing your exposed parts.

- His flush cheeks and nose are heart wrenching. You especially like how flushed he gets while he’s buried between your thighs.

- He loves when you caress or scratch his chest and back. Especially with longer, freshly done nails. If you don’t do it yourself, he’ll take your hand and guide it down his body to where he wants it the most.

- Alex has two very different moans. Usually, they’re very vocal. Long, drawn out groans and strained curses under his breath, or there’s the more breathless, whiny like moans you’ve come to favor. The way he cries out your name and his voice cracks before he hits that pinnacle of pleasure.

- Your neck is his go-to, especially your collarbone. It’s always his first target. Kissing, biting, licking, he just loves your reactions.

- There was no in between when you and Alex made love. In the mornings, soft sex was perfect. Both still very sleepy, his strong arms holding you close, holding your leg in the air as he buried his nose into your neck. Keeping his thrusts slow and lush. His cheeks puffed and rosy, fluffy disheveled hair and doe eyes staring up at you as you ride him lazily, or sometimes he’d hold you close to his chest until you both spilled over. Soft breaths and whimpers exchanged, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear when he got close. It was all amazing.

- Rough sex was another story. When Al was pent up or frustrated, that’s when you knew you were in for it. Your wrists clutched firmly in his hands as he pounded into you. He especially loved it when you started to cry from the overwhelming pleasure. He’d kiss your tears but his rhythm never faltered or softened. He loved taking you from behind too, forcing you down into a cat-like arch and gripping your hips so hard he left imprints.

- You two came to agreement and made your safe word “Rosie.”

- Knee socks. You thought they were childish at first, but when Alex first saw you wear them to one of his concerts, he took you right there in his dressing you. Now you have a thousand pairs.

- On the rare occasion that Al us still energized after sex, he’s the King of Aftercare. Water on a tray, tea, a warm bath, a hot meal on the way, his clothes freshly out of the dryer so they’re warm when you wear them, he wants nothing more than to make you feel completely safe with him, especially after more intense love making.

- On stage, Alex is very immersed in his performance. When on-stage, he transforms. There was something erotic about the way his body moved, usually on its own. Grinding and rolling his hips, caressing his mic stand, getting down on his hands and knees… Alex couldn’t count the amount of times he’s found himself turned on during a performance or concert, having to quickly hide his erections the best he can.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

- When you first made it official, Alex desperately tried to get over it, but there was this mind eating feeling he had that he didn’t deserve you.

- After disagreements that are exceptionally bad, he’ll come find you afterwards like a timid child.

- “Are you still upset with me, love…?”

- He hates waking up alone. He just feels like once he’s off stage, no one cares for the real Alex. He always need you in bed with him.

- He’s a terrible sleeper. He gets no where near enough sleep and so he tries to nap whenever he can.

- He’s tried to stop smoking so many times, but he really struggles with anxiety.

- You had been shouting at him once and quickly stopped when you realized he was having a panic attack.

- “I’m not good at this relationship thing am I?”

- When Alex realizes his accent is “too much”, he tries to correct so it’s easier to comprehend.

- When faced with chances to open up about his own emotions, he automatically brushes it off or gets distant.

- “I don’t know, does anyone really care what I think?”

- “I’ve just gotten used to not having the last word…”

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