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☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ You Wreck Me ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

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(Synopsis: Alex seems to be distracted these days)

(Warnings: smut, light/soft-smut, angst, fluff, rockstar attitude alex)

(Words: 1369)

I always love watching him perform. It was exciting. The way his body moved. Every small stroke his fingers made to his guitar. The way his hair would end up wet by the end of the show. It was all so entrancing. Especially when he would sing lyrics, the deep tone in his voice coming out, and look straight at me sitting on the side. Or at least used to be that way.

These days I can see his eyes linger over the crowed, stopping on other people as he whispers seductive words into his microphone. His grip tightening on it the way it used to when he looked at me.

I just couldn’t understand. It felt as if his world was getting to big. I had almost been cast out in his memory it seems. So I really just didn’t know what to do. Except, well, talk.

“Alex, can we talk?” I say as he lies next to me. His body wrapped in a white t-shirt, and a random pair of pajama pants he found on the floor from a few nights before. I could see the tierd ness in his eyes as he turned to face me.

“Of course.” He said grabbing one of my hands softly, messing with the few rings I had forgotten to take off before bed. His voice was ruff and soft after the show a few hours before.

“Have I upset you? Like have I don’t something wrong?” I ask and he looks surprised. But not confused. Almost as if I’ve cause him in a lie he thought I was to dumb to notice.

“What do you mean?” He asks a wall being built behind his eyes every second he speaks.

“It’s just, ugh, I know it sounds stupid but you don’t….. look at me anymore.” I say and he lets go of my hand, slowly sitting up.

“I’m looking at you right now, what are you talking about?” He says forcing a laugh.

“Don’t play coy with me, you know what I’m talking about. I can see it in your face. It’s almost as if your bored of me. What have I done wrong?” I explain to him trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m not bored of you. It’s just… ugh! You don’t get it.” He says getting frustrated.

“What don’t I get?”

“I’m a rockstar now!” He says and I almost want to laugh bitterly at his drama.

“What are you talking about, am I not supportive enough? Is that it?” I ask getting up from my seat on the bed. Him doing the same. Running frustrated fingers through his hair.

“We’ll I mean…. It’s just… you feel so far away. You seem so tired of me. Every time I see you after a show you seem so out of it and disinterested. It just makes me feel bad about what I do. Those people in the crowd…. The make me feel proud of what I’m doing. Like I’m doing it for a reason!” He says exasperated. Getting visibly upset with me and himself.

“Yes I am tired, not of you though. Just tired! Your out into late hours of the night and I want to be there for you. I want to support you! So I stay out for every show, no matter how many early mornings shifts I have. Or hard days at work. I’m there. For you! So I’m sorry if my face isn’t lively, or beautifully done up enough for you. But I show up. And I thought that’s what mattered.” I say my voice becoming shakey and my hands finding a place to fidget in my hair. His eyes look angry. I don’t know if it’s more at me or himself. He starts putting on a pair of shoes and grabbing a jacket.

“Where are you going? Alex, where are you going?” I say as he starts to walk towards the door.

“I need a break.” He says and the door slams in my face. I didn’t even have enough time to register my own reaction before I head back to the bed and just sit down. I rest my head in my palm as I lean over, only then to notice the hot tears trickled across my cheeks.

I sit there for a few minutes. Looking over to the record player. I stand up and slowly walked over. Even when we are fighting, I just know his voice would calm me down. The soothing sound escaping from the machine made feel more settled as I walked back to the bed and layed down.

I don’t really know how many minutes had passed, but after around half the songs had played I heard the door open. The smell of cigarettes following him into the bedroom as he kneels down next to me.

“I’m sorry. Your right. I should have been more attentive to your emotions, not just mine.” He says, his fingers dragging softly up and down my arms ending up to my collarbones. His hands where cold. They sent shivers through my body as he looked over me. His eyes scanning me. Looking apologetic.

“I appreciate you.” He says, leaning closer, his hands gravitating towards my neck. Just enough pressure as he brings his lips down closing the contact.

“Let me show you.” He whispers just beneath my ear as he starts to pull me to the edge of the bed. Willingly I let him tangle his fingers in my hair, his lips slow, almost teasing as they press against mine.

The smoke lingering on his breath sends me into a daze. I can’t control what he does to me. The littlest things. Like the way his fingers look like fine art as I allow them to linger across my body, slipping under my clothes. He doesn’t even have to try. Every sound of contempt ment sounding even more appealing then the last. Seducing me into his trap.

He travels down to my waist, pulling on the small string, that previously held the pajama shorts high on my waist.

As he got on his knees he gripped my thighs. Tight. A hand mark was sure to be left on each one by morning.

As he removed my last layer I breathed in heavily as his breath was hot to my core. He moved closer as he pressed small kisses down my stomach ending up right where I wanted him. My hips hitched at the contact, causing his hands to hold me down.

His tongue grazed deep into me as he moved. His one hand moves up my to clit, his thumb rubbing at a generous pace. He moved a little bit in the right direction and before he could move again I gripped his hair. I could tell he was surprised. But I didn’t care.

“Don’t move.” I breathed out. I removed my thighs from his arms and wrap them around his neck as I pull his face closer into my core. His tongue was fast passed as he moved inside me but I could tell he realized it wasn’t enough.

He removed his tongue moving it up to my clit as he inserts his fingers in my cunt. I watch as the muscles in his arm flex. Sweat slowly making his skin glow. My fingers are still entangled in his hair.

Pulling ever so slightly once in a while, the soft moan that escapes his lips after each time adding to my pleasure. The rate of his fingers in me finally reaching my breaking point.

The build up finally released itself all at once as he finishes me off, removing his fingers. Licking from my core up to my neck connecting his mouth with mine. He pushes me down onto my back, my body weak from the moments before. Complete out of breathe he manages to mutter out between kisses-

“You wreck me.”

☾ ⋆⁺ MASTER LIST ⋆⁺ ☾

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🩰🕊️🕯️:

-♡ fluff

-☆ smut

- ☾ angst

- You wreck me ☆ ☾

- Your name ♡

- Stop crying ☾

- Home ☾ ♡

- Exhausted ♡

- Worship you ☆

Worship you

Alex turner x fem!reader

(Synopsis: Alex and her are both on the same tour together and they need some space from the tour bus for a night. That’s when they find an old church which happens to have the door unlocked.)

(Warnings: SMUT, little plot, they fuck in a church so…., weed)

(Words: 1474)

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After the show they just did, both her and Alex where looking for a few minutes to escape from all the chaos. Just a moment alone. They got high as they walked the streets of whatever town they where touring in that day.

They where stumbling around when they noticed an old buildings door was cracked open, his doped up mind couldn’t help but walk in. Her following close behind. They stumble into the large church and are immediately taken back by the beauty of the room. Large stained glass windows were illuminated by the moon. Giant sculpture like carvings engraved into the walls, and a glimmering large cross was hanging right above the altar. He ran his fingers across the pews as they passed each one till they got to the stairs.

She walks a little ahead of him, giving him a nice view of her little black skirt swaying in the cold air. Her knee high boots making her a few inches taller than normal, which drove him crazy. She looked like a goddess as she turned around at the top of the stairs to look at him.

She put her hand out calling him to her. He stands at the bottom step and takes her hand. Placing a kiss to the back.

“Isn’t this gorgeous.” She says looking around the place. A lazy smile playing on her lips. She didn’t even notice him staring at her with a soft look on his face. She was to mesmerized by the light. But he was mesmerized by her.

“Yes you are.” He says lightly bringing her attention back to him.

“Huh?” She grins.

“You belong in a place like this.” He says running his fingers down her arms.

“What do you mean?” She questions, a subtly confused look resting on her features.

“I’d worship you.” He says, his voice a little horse from the amount of singing he had done earlier in the night. He starts walking up the last few steps and places his lips to hers.

His hand runs across her waist under her oversized leather jacket. His other resting softly on her cheek as he deepens the kiss. The feeling of his lips on hers driving her crazy. He pushes his hand delicately under the lining of her shirt and she assists in his efforts dropping the jacket from her arms, giving him access to remove her shirt. She pushed him forward softly as he takes a few steps backwards down the stairs. He slowly dips to his knees in-front of her and looks up. The lace of her bra against her skin, and the draft from the old building in the cold wind, making her look like a piece of art. He delicately puts his hands on her hips gripping the fabric draped on them and pulls her skirt down. Slowly. The black lace covering her up underneath causing him to sigh.

She was a rockstar. No matter how ethereal she looked. A small part of her would always remind him who she was. She was rough under the beauty, and she knew how to be in control. Weather it’s with a crowd or him. The thought of her voice made him week.

She sat down on the top step. Her legs on either side of him as his knees became red from the stairs. He threw his head back in frustration. He was hard. Practically on fire. The sight of her sending his body into overdrive. He leans in placing his lips to hers as his arms reach around to her back unclasping her bra. He slides the straps down her arms removing it. The cold air making her nips hard as she lets out a barley audible gasp. He moves his mouth to her neck. At first leaving soft wet kisses but the feeling of her chest against him making him give up restraint. He starts to suck on her neck, nipping slightly. Light moans escaping her mouth. He moves down to her collar bone peppering kisses to her cleavage. He stops for a second to remove his t-shirt which, at the moment, feels extremely restricting. He then lays her down on her back. Her chest bouncing at the movement. He looks at her and moves a strand oh hair out of her face. He puts a hand on her shoulder almost preparing her for the sensation of his tongue running over her chest.

She moves a little causing him to place some pressure on her shoulder. His other hand messing with the little metal bar pierced through her nipple. She lets out a more audible moan than before as he sucks. She feels herself clench at the sensation. She’s antsy, not used to not being the one in charge. But he’s just so sweet. How could she say no?

She brings her hands to his hair massaging his scalp, running her fingers through his black hair as she clenches again. She can’t wait anymore. She can’t help but let out another noise.

“Alex please.” She whimpers.

He removes his mouth from her chest and brings sloppy kisses down her stomach in response. Positioning himself between her knees he removes the black lacy underwear from her body leaving her damp cunt to feel the cold air against it. The draft was almost painful to her bare skin as she lays on the floor of the church. But he would be able to tell after feeling her warm core on his skin.

He places his lips to her others and glides his tongue from bottom to top, ending at her clit where he places a kiss. Making a sweet sound escape her.

He moves his lips to suck on her making a loud moan leave her mouth. A tight feeling in his stomach occurring as he listened to her panting. He stops for a second bringing his fingers to her face. He looks at her and she complies as he puts them in her mouth, using his other hand to rub his knuckles against her wetness to keep her satisfied.

Removes his fingers from her mouth and he placed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers before placing his lips to hers. Simultaneously pushing two fingers into her cunt. Making her gasp into his mouth. He pumps back and fourth and she wines.

He leans his head down to continue sucking on her chest. The taste of the metal bar in his mouth making him grin.

Her voice was always beautiful, but the way she sounded now would always be his favorite. Cause it was all his fault. He uses his thumb to simultaneously rub her clit as she rides his fingers. Bucking her hips in rhythm. Which was a little painful on the hard floor of the chapel. But she didn’t mind.

His fingers are skilled from the years of guitar. So the sensation of him rubbing against her walls, pushing all her buttons made her pulsate. He kept going till he hit her spot. Her moans sounded like screams at this point as he kept hitting it. Her legs started to shake as he pumped one more time and she was done.

She released all over his fingers causing him to pull them out and lick them dry. Only to use his tongue to clean her up, inside and out, letting her come down from her high.

She let her body relax down onto the floor, looking up at the sparkling window above her. The feeling of his lips leaving kisses on her things making her let out a deep sigh. He got up to her face and looked down at her, him resting on his arms at either side of her face. He smiled down her obviously tired from the work he just did. But he tried not to show it. He enjoyed it just as much as her and he wanted her to know.

She couldn’t help but look up at him with the biggest smile. He’s beautiful. His sleepy eyes and dumb grin making her flush. Still weak in the knees she sits up from under him and he moves to sit next to her. He starts helping her get dressed. Clasping her bra in the back and sliding her shirt back over her head, placing a kiss to her forehead. She slides on her underwear and skirt. Standing up to throw on her jacket.

They exit the church. Holding hands in her pocket, they set off for the tour bus. They find it parked outside the venue and they climb in, seeing everyone is already there. Alex let’s the driver know they are ready to go and he sets off. They head back into the bunks and get ready for bed. Throwing on pajamas and brushing their teeth.

They lay in their bunks across from each other and talk into the night. Lulling each other to sleep with the sounds of their voices.