#cookie blurbs

[youresodarkbabe]

i'm cooking (again)

plot's basically finding al's old sextapes from 2007-ish

(smut under the cut!!)

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your fingers linger on the 'play' button, and you eventually decide to give in— to see what this ancient looking camera had in store for you. and what you got was definitely unexpected.

the video took your senses one by one.

first, a faint whimper filled your ears. after that, you hear your boyfriend's voice. his accent was much thicker, you could tell this video was old. based on the date on the bottom corner of the video, you could see it was filmed around the time the boys were recording their first album. you hear alex swear, taking off the camera lense— giving you a sight to behold. alex with his hard cock in his veiny hands, you had to stop yourself from moaning when you saw it. alex rests his back against the headboard of his old bed, and swipes his thumb over the tip of his cock before prying it away from himself. he spits into his palm, you notice his dick twitch, and he grasps onto it again, stroking himself as his jaw falls slack. his free hand paws at the bedsheets before he brings it up to his body, running it over his lower stomach, then running it up his torso, fingers stuck to his nipples as if by glue— twisting, pulling, everything he could do to make himself feel good. his whines grow louder, and he triggers a third sense within you.

touch.

you find yourself slipping your hands into your sweats and past your underwear, and before you can stop yourself, your index finger runs along your folds, then circling along your clit. you moan almost in sync with alex, every circle rubbed aligned with the pump of his fist along his cock.

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full fic sometime soon 🤞

[youresodarkbabe]

eyes roll back (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: it's a blurb so not much, oral (f!receiving), dom!al if that even counts

word count: 624

i didn't die!!

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“what are you reading?”

your voice hits alex’s ears like a song. he looks up from his book, and smiles at you wrapped in a baby pink towel, straight out of the shower.

“that romance novel katie left behind last time she was ‘round.”

“oh? how is it, baby?”, you ask as you pull out one of alex’s shirts and a pair of shorts from your shared dresser.

“’s good. getting very.. interesting right now.” alex pulls a pillow out from behind him and lays it down on your side of the bed for you. you jump into bed, resting your head right on his shoulder. alex wraps an arm around you, running his hand up and down the length of your arm.

“how so?”

alex sighs, resting the book page down on his chest. “look for yourself, love,” he mutters as he folds his arms behind his head. you reach out and take the book from him (not without him reaching his neck out to kiss your arm).

you read the line at the top of the page, quietly murmuring along as your eyes glide across the inked words. about halfway down the page, you see what alex was talking about. “oh.” alex chuckles, “yeah? keep reading it out for me, ‘m interested.”

you raise an eyebrow and look at him, eyes boring into his. “you, interested in this?” you giggle at the prospect of the alex turner, old as he is, being interested in these silly little spicy romance novels. “yeah. read it for me.”

“okay.. where’d you stop?”

“somewhere around ‘he kissed down her’ somethin’.” alex sits down and moves you so that you were lying dead centre on the bed. he lies down on his side, waiting for you to start reading.

“‘he kissed down her chest, spreading apart her thighs with his hands as he-’ alex.”

alex looks up at you, lips still attached to the side of your stomach. “mhm?”

“what are you doing?”

“don’t worry your little head about it, love. keep reading?” he presses a kiss far lower, right above the waistband of your shorts. he nudges your thighs apart with his head, resting his cheek on you. “c’mon, do it for me, i know you can,” he rests the palm of his right hand on your clothed cunt, gently pressing the heel of his hand into you. you raise your hips slightly, bucking into his hand as you moan quietly.

“careful with the book, don’t wanna lose the page, do we?”

“mm-mm, we don’t.”

“good girl. now hold the book steady.” alex stretches out his hand to straighten out the book for you to hold.

“um, ‘spreading apart her thighs as he kisses her hip. he hooked his-’ alex, i can’t.”

alex kisses your hip once again. “‘you can’t’ what, baby?” he bites the inside of your cheek to stop himself from laughing at you whine.

“can’t focus. at all!”

“try. you’re my smart girl, i know you can.”

“i forgot where i was, uh, ‘he tugs them off, down to her ankles.’”

“done. next?” alex moves away for a quick second to let you kick your shorts off. “‘he kisses and bites on the insides of her thighs and-’, fuck, alex. if you know what’s happening next, then why are you making me read this?”

alex sucks and bites the inside of your thigh until they’re as red as your face. “you look fucking adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

your face goes even redder.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to keep reading. i got you.” alex’s kisses stray further and further towards your pussy. “do you want me to read to you, or would you prefer having me show you how the book goes on?”

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[youresodarkbabe]

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

hmm... how about no?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"is that alex turner?!"

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[youresodarkbabe]

cooking?

the general plot is my take on the biggest cliche for alex fics :P

(smut under the cut !!)

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you thoroughly enjoyed the show. their songs could never get old to you, and seeing the show in a new way — backstage — added to the excitement. the boys finished up the last song and piled in backstage, with alex being the last to enter. after exchanging pleasantries with jamie and nick, you were quickly swept away by alex and taken into the dressing room.

he seemed to be in an off mood, which confused you. to you, the show went well, as good as their other shows. but alex, for some reason, hated how the show went. and he took it out on you.

after haphazardly ripping off the little black dress you had on, alex teased you for what felt like forever — licking and biting and sucking. never quite doing what you wanted him to. after what turned out to be almost half an hour of waiting (as pointed out by matt screaming at the two of you to come back outside), alex finally made a move.

he undid his jeans and shrugged them off down to his ankles along with his boxers. holding his cock in one hand, he slowly pumps it, moving at a thrillingly glacial pace.

"alex." your stern voice combined with the act of you pulling his hair slightly helps him snap out of his trance. he runs his cock along your folds, rubbing against your clit until you'd whine out for him.

alex picked you up, and sits himself down on the table in front of a mirror, with you hovering above him. he lets his cock sit against his stomach and gives you a simple instruction. "don't try anythin', just grind against me, yeah?", alex let out a lowly groan when you began rolling your hips against him, he'd even go as far as to hold onto them, urging you to go faster. but it all came crashing down on you when you made a simple throwaway comment.

"this'd be a lot easier if you'd just fuck me, al."

alex's face fell. whatever anger he had after the show, it all came back.

"knees," is all he said to you. and you obliged.

you held him in your hand and began kitten-licking his tip when he grabbed you by your hair and began fucking your face himself.

your hands, which were resting on your thighs, slowly move to your core, which alex takes note of. he tugs on your hair even harder, making you take all of him and even gag. you pull off, coughing and teary eyed, and he gives you another command.

"focus on me."

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[youresodarkbabe]

you are the only ones who know (prof!a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: prof!al x reader, age gap, piv, al kinda dom, sad :(

word count: 679 (short n sweet)

hellooo i'm clearing out drafts / this one's inspired by @goblinontour and stems from convos i've had with @aacheinthejaw / can be considered as a slight continuation of my previous prof!al fic, heavy time skip though

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three and a half glorious months in complete and total secluded secret. only you and alex knew, and that was your paradise. you guarded that treasure with your mind and soul. you both knew it was taboo, but neither of you could deny that it added to the thrill. from the first day you stepped into his lecture hall, his eyes were on you and you alone. long gone were the women he had been interested in before. it was only you now. forever you.

the way your voice rang out when you called for him. "professor?" you'd ask in the sweetest voice. sugar wishes it was as sweet as you, he'd often think.

your voice stayed just as sweet through these three and a half months.

"alex?"

beads of sweat framed your forehead like a crown. you looked like a princess to him in that moment. if he could forever immortalize the both of you in that moment, he would. he rolls his hips up into yours ever so slightly, pressing a kiss as soft as a feather to your collarbone.

"yeah?"

"is something wrong? did i do something?"

he lifts his head from the nook of your shoulder and looks up into your eyes.

"you could never, even if you tried."

"then what's the matter?"

"just keep goin' for me, yeah? there's absolutely nothing wrong, baby."

just as you were about to object and implore him to share his inner thoughts, he silenced you by slipping his thumb into your mouth. instinctively, your tongue swirls around it, sucking and biting until he pulls it away with a soft pop. before you can even gather the thoughts flowing around your head, his thumb flicks at your clit at a tender pace as your bounces grow faster. he knew you so well.

too well.

he knew you better than he should. and that dug at him, twisted at his innermost soul like a knife.

"al, al, alex, please.." you begged, clutching at his hand. your nails dug into his skin, making him wince. he finally stopped.

"what?"

"i can tell something's wrong." you kiss his collarbone, specifically, you kiss the mark that you left a week ago that seemed like it simply didn't want to leave. "tell me," you kiss higher and higher, along his neck and up to his chin.

"please?" you mutter, so close that your lips brushed his.

he hated making you feel like you did something wrong. he hated himself for it.

the first time he had made you feel this way, well, he could recall it like it happened seconds ago.

you had turned in a paper, a perfectly good one, only a day later than it was expected. and why? you were busy with him. fucking had never felt that blissful before. you arrived at alex's at 3:15 for lunch, cheerful and content, and you left at 7:45 the next day, even happier. however, when he next saw you, it was like everything had changed.

later that day, you wept to him at his flat. your cruel professor had been so harsh, and alex felt so bad. he knew that you thought it was your fault, when he knew it was his.

he began to resent himself, thinking he was ruining your life. he thought he could bury these emotions by spending time with you, but with every passing second in your company, he reached a conclusion.

alex, a man that had lived his youth thoroughly, was completely stealing yours.

he tipped his head back, resting on the headboard. he let out a deep breath, blinking his tears away.

"nothing's wrong, baby," he said with a smile, "don't worry at all."

you stared into his eyes for a quick second, before smiling yourself too.

alex's smile faltered. he knew you so well, so much better than you knew him.

you had ages to figure him out, though. if you stuck around. if you didn't leave him for someone younger, smarter, better.

and with that idea firm in his mind, he spiraled again.

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will see you guys in four months then ig

[youresodarkbabe]

i was thinking about f1 driver alex (i'm in my f1 brainrot season) and so i wrote a bit. i do have a whole fic, but i'll post it depending the reaction this gets.

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

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

"al, the race—"

he groans in annoyance and slides the jacket off of you, taking off your t-shirt, your bra following soon after.

he pauses, and then stretches his hand out, retrieving his jacket and making you put it on again as you undo your jeans.

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

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i imagine late sias/early am al if that helps at all!

[youresodarkbabe]

NICK SMUT PLSSPLSPLS IM BEGGING YOU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"nick?"

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

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

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

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

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[youresodarkbabe]

hi ☆

★ i'm maeve

☆ for now, i'll mainly be writing for alex turner/nick o'malley

★ i'll be mainly posting smut (sometimes fluff)

☆ requests are... OPEN!

★ my tags ->

#cookie chat -> non-fic related posts

#cookie cooks -> fics

#sacred tag -> fics by friends (@/ohladymoon, @/psychedelicrocker and @/goblinontour)

#cookie blurbs -> blurbs

#asks -> guess.

masterlist here !

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