#Suck It And See

[traumszenario]

[miss-anaa]

[musicandotherstuff]

Arctic Monkeys at the Sound City recording studio in Los Angeles for the album Suck it and see

January/February 2011

📸: Aaron Brown (if I'm not mistaken)

[littlemissthunderstorms]

paris mornings

the car alex turner x reader

synopsis- morning sex with alex in a paris hotel room whilst on tour. no idea why specifically paris, just sounds delightful

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you squinted when you woke up, for sunlight had trickled through the sheer lace curtains, blinding your groggy eyes.

you closed your eyes again to bask in the feel of the morning sun, how its warmth danced across your skin ever so sweetly, the pearly light shimmering across your ruffled hair. rubbing your watery eyes, you turned over on your side to find alex sat up against the headboard next to you, his reading glasses perched upon his nose as he held a book in his hand. he looked adorable, strands of hair falling over his forehead while the back stuck out in different directions. rather than reading the book, he was looking at you.

“how long have you been watching me for?” you chuckled. the man shrugged. “ever since this book got boring.”

“and how long ago was that?”

“15 minutes or so.”

you rolled your eyes. he grinned, his caramel gaze shimmering with adoration as he pulled you in, pressing sweet kisses along your forehead and temple. “can’t help myself, you look so gorgeous in your sleep.” he put his book down, placing it on the nightstand along with his glasses.

his voice held a delicious morning rasp, accent ever so soothing as he cooed in your ear. you smiled, wrapping your arms around his head while he kissed your neck, leaving a sweet little bite every now and then.

he brought a hand up, warm palm massaging your breast through your thin t-shirt. you gasped a bit, caught off guard. he then rolled you over so he was now under you, his lips still attached to your neck, adorning you in marks.

you fisted his messy hair for balance, face practically falling into the pillow. he shuffled so his head lay on the pillow, grabbing your sides to pull you down, face to face with him. “christ.. good morning to you too.” you giggled.

smiling up at you, he cradled your face, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with the other hand. “sweet girl, you look so pretty…” his nose nudged into your cheek as he pulled you in for another kiss. he held your face, trailing his mouth over the corners of your lips. you blushed as he fully pressed the side of his face against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheek. he kissed your face where he could reach, his hand entangled in the mess of your hair.

once pulling away, he gazed at you for a bit, heartbeat thumping under yours as his curious hands traveling down your torso and under your shirt, palms warm against your skin. they traveled down your waist, tracing every curve as he maintained eye contact, noses pressed together.

alex hummed a bit when his fingertips found the hem of your underwear, his smirk ever so present as he traced the tiny powder pink bow that adorned the top, thumbs hooking into the sides of the fabric.

you buried your face into his neck as he pulled your panties off, discarding them onto the floor. the sensation of your bare cunt rubbing up against his boxers made you gasp, arousal dripping down your folds. a rather loud whimper escaped your lips when alex teasingly ran a finger through your folds, stroking your clit in tantalizingly slow circles.

he groaned in delight, bringing his gaze to yours as he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking and licking it clean. your lips parted as you watched him, nails digging into his chest. god, you wanted him so bad. the man smirked, bringing his fingers down to rub your clit once more.

“ah, fuck.” you squeezed your eyes shut, face falling onto his chest as you arched your hips up. he held your waist up with one hand, the other finger fucking you ever so slowly. you were a whimpering mess already, drool sticking to his shirt. “that’s a girl, atta girl,” he rasped over and over, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls gripping his fingers.

“such a good fucking girl yeah? just woke up and you’re taking my fingers so well hm?” you moaned and nodded, practically riding his fingers now with the way your hips met him on every thrust.

just as that warm, sweet pressure started to rise in your abdomen, he completely stopped, earning a desperate cry from you as he pulled his fingers out. stopping your complaining, he shoved his two damp fingers into your mouth, leaving you drooling all over them and onto his stomach from where his shirt rode up. “fucking hell,” he groaned, watching how you sucked and licked your own arousal off his fingers.

“you wanna sit on my face baby?” he kneaded your waist eagerly, wisps of hair falling over his lust blown eyes as he gazed up at you. the abruptness of his question caught you off guard but nevertheless you complied, a bit too excited.

you sat up, crawling over so your hips hovered over his face. a blush creeped across your cheeks from the vulnerability of it all, but it went away, for he truly made you feel so beautiful in the way he caressed your thighs, mumbling a quiet “pretty girl.”

you bit your lip, gasping loudly when he pulled your pussy down onto his lips, his tongue immediately melting against your folds. you almost lost your balance, having to grip onto the headboard for support. he was relentless, mouth in contact with your heat for a mere five seconds yet he was already eating you out like a starving man.

his slight stubble scratched the insides of your thighs but it didn’t bother you one bit. if anything, it turned you on even more. he lapped at your clit, tongue darting in your hole as deep as he could reach, eliciting some lusty moans from you. suddenly realizing you were in a hotel, with walls that probably weren’t soundproof, you covered your mouth, muffling those sweet sounds.

“alex alex alex,” you whimpered his name over and over again like your only prayer. he suckled your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and you returned your hand to your mouth once more, drool dripping down your fingers. you gasped, already close from how he’d teased you with his fingers earlier, that same desire starting to pool in your lower stomach once more, if not stronger this time.

desperate for release, you started riding his face, strands of his messy hair brushing against your stomach each time you moved your hips forward. alex moaned into your clit, still eagerly lapping at you, his arms keeping your thighs in place. “fuck fuck fuck,” you gasped, needing both hands to hold onto the headboard now, biting down onto the wood to muffle your yelps.

the boy sped up his movements, drooling and moaning all over your pussy. his nose brushed your clit ever so deliciously as he tongue fucked you, sending the white hot pressure reeling through you, leaving your thighs shaking.

you drooled all over the headboard, crying his name out with your mouth pressed against the wood. you rode his face through your orgasm, panting and groaning. he didn’t cease his movements, still lapping at your release when you came down, quickly moving your hips off of him.

he grabbed you and pulled you in next to him, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks. you looked at him, his nose and mouth all slick, cheeks and nose tinted a rosy pink. smiling up at him, you cradled his face and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, tasting yourself on his swollen lips.

“you’re too good,” you rasped. alex chuckled, his eyes all soft as he pressed his forehead against yours, rubbing your back soothingly. snaking your hand down his torso, you palmed his painfully hard cock through his boxers. the man hissed, grabbing your hand away, shaking his head.

“what about you? i wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. he chuckled, twisting a strand of your hair around his calloused fingertip.

“wanna take a shower with me?”

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10 minutes later and you were pressed up against the steamy ceramic tiles as alex kissed the fucking shit out of you. hot water trickled down his gold chain and onto his chest, making you wish you could envelop him like water. he looked absolutely gorgeous, brown eyes all shimmery and honey-like in the bright light that trickled through the glass panes of the shower door, water droplets sticking to his dark eyelashes, wet hair slicked back, his widows peak prominent.

you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up and pressed your back against the cold tiles, wrapping your legs around his waist. he attacked your neck with soft bites and kisses, his large palm kneading your breast as the other kept you up against the wall. you were a moaning mess, the running water drowning out your pretty sighs and gasps from the outside world.

his erection presses against your stomach as he kisses you, making you so cock drunk already. just the mere thought of him filling you up, fucking you so deep you’re sore for the next 24 hours turns you on to an impossible degree. eager, you angled your hips so you could rub your folds against his length, coating his dick in your arousal. alex groaned, gripping your thigh tighter. “fuck,” he mumbled, fisting his cock and running it up and down your folds, making you whimper and claw at his shoulders.

he chuckled, his voice deep and thick with desire. he pressed his lips against your cheek. “so eager hm? want daddy to fill you up now don’t you?” you whined, nodding and whispering a desperate “yes please.”

he smirked against your cheek, pressing his nose against the side of your face as he finally pushed into you, his thick cock stretching your tight walls. you grasped at his dark, wet hair, making him groan as he pumped into you so slowly, so sensually, making you feel every vein and ridge.

you cursed under your breath, throwing your head back against the tile and squeezing your eyes shut. you couldn’t see, but alex was smiling at you, his gaze shimmering with adoration. he buried his face in your neck as his hips met yours over and over, your pretty sighs and moans like music to his ears.

with nothing to hold onto besides slippery walls, you clung to your lover, hugging him close with your arms around his neck. “i love you,” he rasped, his tip nudging your g spot with every thrust of his hips. “i love you too,” you panted, nuzzling your face into his neck.

he moaned, damp hair falling over his eyes and sticking to your forehead as he sped up his pace, his hand resting on the wet tile for stability. you were close already, you couldn’t help it. the way he held you, the way you could practically feel him in your lower stomach, the way he cooed sweet nothings in your ear. “m’ gonna cum alex,” you whimpered into his ear.

“fuck,” he stuttered, close himself. “cum with me.” and with that, you let go, your thighs squeezing his waist as you came, clenching around him. you gripped him like a vice as he came inside you, fucking his hot cum deep into you. you hummed in delight, mind fogged with a thick layer of pleasure.

the white noise of the shower stream and the intensity of the orgasm left your mind clear, absolutely blissed out. alex pulled out of you, collapsing against the shower wall and pulling you in so you were curled up in his lap. once you begun to snap out of your dreamy state, you smiled up at alex, kissing his jaw.

the rest of your shower was delightful. you convinced alex to let you wash his hair with your vanilla shampoo and conditioner, soapy suds getting on your cheek when he kissed you. you two discussed the various fancy little teas your hotel provided like you were royalty about to have tea in your grand ‘tea hall’ as alex had called it.

once you were out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing the other plush towel and wrapping it around your body all snug. without warning, he picked you up bridal style and dropped you onto the bed. “i’ve got to go prepare the tea for m’lady.” he spoke in a posh accent, making you burst out laughing. alex smiled, scurrying over to the little kitchen area, trying his best to read the french tea titles.

you watched your lover boy in adoration, looking forward to what the rest of the day had in store.

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i dunno if i like this one or not 😵‍💫 whatever!! hope you guys enjoyed!! 💓

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[musicandotherstuff]

Alex Turner - I Days Bologna, Italy 2011

📸: Henry Ruggeri

[littlemissthunderstorms]

quiet love- drabble

2007!alex turner x reader

taking care of sick alex (a bit) mostly fluff

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clicking the overhead light off, you made your way into the bedroom, which was dim and cozy, your lover already tucked into bed. alex’s bedside lamp was on, the bridge of his glasses drooping down his nose as he read through one of your favorite books.

your heart swelled at the sight. he glanced over at you when he noticed you’d entered the room, folding a page to mark his place in the book and setting it on the nightstand. “hey,” you spoke softly, handing him a cup of tea and shuffling under the covers.

he softly thanked you, voice broken and congested. you held the back of your hand to his cheek. “you look all flushed, you want another ibuprofen?” he shook his head. “i took one a bit ago, hasn’t kicked in yet.”

you frowned, feeling sorry that he was so sick. “alright, anything i can do for you?”

alex took his reading glasses off, setting them in the case. “just stay with me,” he croaked. you nodded, scratching his scalp softly, fingertips carding through the short brown hair. “one last thing,” you smiled, quickly hopping up and making your way to the record player, popping in a sinatra vinyl and fiddling with the volume knob so it wasn’t too loud.

he smiled softly, eyes glassy with fever. you scrambled back into bed, propping your neck up on the pillows and positioning so that you were holding him, his head resting on your chest. your hands were a bit cold, but they felt nice on his feverish forehead. you leaned down, kissing the top of his head. “tired?” you asked.

alex made a soft little “mhm” sound and turned so that he was lying on his front, pressed against you with his arms wrapped around your middle. smiling softly at him, you ran your fingers through his hair. he nudged his nose into your collarbone, sighing sweetly.

your kitten jumped up onto the bed, startling you a bit. she pranced atop the pillows, nuzzling herself around your neck and winding her face through the strands of your hair. alex watched, chuckling softly. “she’s like me if i was a cat,” he mumbled. you giggled. “yeah, how so?”

“cause i would do exactly that.” he nodded at how she was purring into your neck, her tail brushing your hair. you smiled at him, cradling his face in your hands, caressing his cheekbone softly with your thumb.

“i love you.”

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