#Favourite Worst Nightmare)

[blair-s-world]

Alex turner, the cutie.

[livvieluvsstars]

Arctic Monkeys in a bathtub (I don’t remember the date this happened so I’m going to say 2008-2009)

[allbornscreaming]

ALEX TURNER & MILES KANE — 505 Live at the Apollo, Manchester, 2007

[v1x3n]

BALACLAVA — s.riley

⸝⸝ PAIRINGS ⫶ fling!simon riley x taken!reader

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ⫶ whilst having this stupid boyfriend you had met this man at the bar, luckily for you it didnt stop you two from going at it like sex neglected whores. weeks go by and your boyfriend finally finds out, you break up so you go to simon for comfort. but then you find out that he didnt like you the way you liked him.

⸝⸝ TAGS ⫶ angst, smut - cheating (reader cheats - not on simon), unrequited love, doggy style, missionary.

You met Simon in a bar. His brooding figure sat with his mates as they chatted. But your body burned when his eyes stare you down. Your cheeks flushed but suddenly your friend taps your thigh, your head turns back to her as she yaps on. Your mind lingers on the built man at the back of the club, the way his eyes look down at your body and the way his face was mysteriously masked with a balaclava.

"Oh my god!" you moan out loudly. Not caring about the volume of your noises when his cock hits your gspot. Your thoughts are clouded by him. "Fuck, so so pretty," the still masked man groans out. His grip on your hips is bruising. He thrusts in and out at a quick pace. "m gonna cum!" your sounds increase in volume.

"Yeah?" the man breathy questions with a hint of smirk on his face underneath his mask. Your walls clenched around him with every deep thrust. Wines fill out the room as you feel your stomach clench. Your pussy grabs a hold of Simons cock.

Eyes fall to the back of your head as Simon's movements get sloppy and sloppier the closer he gets. "Ah- fuck-" he grunts, his head slightly tilted to get a better look at you.

Just as your orgasm falls upon you, you hear the door click. Fuck. You quickly shove Simon, "Fuck- get out!"

He grunted with a confused face. "What?" Simon questions. "Get out!" you whisper-shout whilst grabbing your shirt and putting it back on.

Once he's dressed - well, barely - you shove him out of the window and he safely gets away just in time as your boyfriend struts through the door.

"You baffel him good already, divnt even worry." the gruff man chuckles when your makeup runs down your cheeks. The black from your mascara staining your cheeks.

You showed up at his house and before he could even put his balclava back on - you were slamming your fists down on the door.

After letting you inside, you started crying about your boyfriend and you were worried he was going to find out about the devious acts you and Simon get up to every weekend. Crying that you're scared that your lies weren't good enough. Shitty ones like jobs keeping me late, my friend needs some help moving or simply not telling him anything. Afraid your lies weren't good enough or believable enough.

But every time you show up crying, telling him you two should probably stop, the night ends up with you still crying but this time you were on your hands and knees. His length digging itself deep inside of you as tears fall down to your salty cheeks! "It's too much!" you sob out. Pleasure overwhelms you. The still masked man's hand rubs over your arse, his head falls back as he lets his cock stew in your hole for a bit. You taking his whole length was so hot to him. "There's no going back," he bends over your body to whisper into your ear. Reminding you once more. Then he removes himself from you, then enters you once more. Filling your insides with his girth. You swuesl put, your toes clenching when your head droops down. Squelching floods your and his ears.

All you can hope is that the ending of this affair was as pleasurable as the start but your thoughts were ripped from you when he started thrusting. Groaning when his top reaches the familiar mushy spot deep inside of you. Its so wrong, so fuckin wrong the way he shoves your head down onto the pillow and you get wetter than before. Its wrong that you think about Simon whilst at work, thighs squeezing together telling yourself you shouldnt even know him but you can hardly wait.

"Ssimonnnn..." babbling as tears flow down your neck. Your eyes are red and your bottom lip slightly bloody due to your teeth jabbing into the skin. Piercing the lip to stop your loud moans from escaping. "I know... I know..." he hums, slamming into you over and over again. The plap plap plapping sound grew due to the wetness of your cunt and you unexpectedly cumming. Even if you knew you were going to, you swear you were too fucked out to say anything. Your mind is numb after the 4 positions he had you in tonight. You didn't want tonight to end like this but you aren't exactly disappointed it did.

He also knows it's wrong but he can't help it when he sees the fat of your ass bouncing off his cock. He wont let you outa his sight when your arch is so beautifully sexy to him.

He loved your body, he loved how noisy you were. Loved the way your eyes looked when he shagged you, loved the way your lips wrapped around his dick or his fingers. But did he love you?

You knew id would be in trouble right before the very first kiss, when his eyes lingered on you with a lustful gaze. His deep voice and his gentle yet rough eyes. The way his hands trailed over your hips when you two flirted. Even the mysterious aura he gave off, never letting you see his face - not even after the many times you two had sex. You knew you were falling deeper and deeper. Every time you two spoke, Your love snook up on you quiet and unassumingly.

Unsurprisingly, your stupid boyfriend found out. So once more you were at his door. Sobbing and begging him to let you in. And once more he did.

This time you're in missionary, your hands pressed up to his masked cheek. His cock slipping in and out of you. His voice takes on a rough and husky tone that sends a heat down to your very core. "Can I see you?" you breathed out with the little bit of breath you had left in you. walls clenching at anticipation, his thrusts suddenly stopped. "Take the mask off, please?" you pleased, a soft look in your eyes. Finally wanting to see this man you liked - no, loved - so dearly.

He removes himself from you, "sorry sweetheart, Id much rather keep on the balaclava."

[daddy-long-legssss]

🕶🤏🏻👀

[sleazearchive]

[humbugtrack3]

he wants that mf cookie soOOOOOOO bad

[carefulignorantghost]

Alex Turner and Alexa Chung rares(?)

[cigarettesmokerfionaapple]

alex turner is too sexy sometimes like damn calm down with all that jaw

[blair-s-world]

Alex turner, the cutie Pt.2

[darkacademiablues]

Suck it and See era, Arctic Monkeys.

[notdampeterjohnson]

dont ask me how or why but this fanart sounds like Brianstorm (Arctic Monkeys)

(artist: @rosiethorns88 on twitter)

[n1co-teen]

rawr dino alex!!!

(I wish there were clearer pictures of this :'))

[a-random-fluorescent-adolescent]

“You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me”

[themasterplannn]

TEXTING YOUR ARCTIC MONKEYS BOYFRIEND “she’s busy”.

summary (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ : each boy is busy with something.. until someone else texts them from your phone

featuring (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ : alex turner, matt helders, jamie cook, nick o’ malley.

genre (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ : fluff smau

author’s note : i’ve never actually seen a monkeys smau.. so here’s mine ( ˘ ³˘)