#What I'm learning from this is that I need a time turner

[artemistheauthor]

ugh the creeping knowledge that I need to sit down and devote 3+ hours to PR soon

I dont WANT to

But alas. Someone must.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,057

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

Rating - SFW (Includes injuries involving flogging obviously.)

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

It's been a while since I watched these movies, so some things are not going to be super accurate. Just roll with it my lovelies.

Pushing Will aside (Y/n) stepped forward to face Davy Jones. "I will take his place." She stated suddenly, confusing both Will and Davy Jones. "You will take his place?" The Captain asked in bemusement, a amused smirk on his lips. "Yes." She stated confidently, shaking off Will's arm when he tried pulling her back. "(Y/n) what are you doing?" He hissed at her, again trying to pull her away, giving up when she shook him off a second time. "And why should I let you take Mr. Turner's lashings?" Davy Jones asked, several of his crew mates chuckling at the absurd demand. "Because then he'll actually learn his lesson." She stated matter-of-factly before continuing. "Will's a proud man, if you punish him, he won't learn, he'll only disobey you again, and the cycle will continue." (Y/n) allowed the Captain a moment to think before continuing. "But he's also a honorable man, and should I be punished for his actions, he'll think twice about causing trouble." She concluded, and she could tell Davy Jones saw her perspective. "Very well. The woman will be flogged." The Captain concluded, his men quickly grabbing her arms, and pulling her to the mast. "No!" Will argued trying to put a stop to this, he was grabbed by his father and only held back for a few moments before he broke away.

"You can't do this!" He shouted when he reached her, attempting to pull the crew members away from her. (Y/n) pushed them away and faced Will. "Don't." She warned, not fighting the men when they took ahold of her shoulders. "If you interfere, you'll only make this worse for me." She hissed at him, her serious expression turning to shock when the crew mates tore the back of her shirt open. "Captain get a look at this!" One of the guys barked with amusement, turning (Y/n)'s back to Davy Jones who stood with the rest of the crew. The crew burst into laughter, and the Captain chuckled in amusement. Her back bare to his gaze, Will gawked in astonishment at the sight, where over a dozen large scars littered her back. "It would seem this isn't the first time you've been flogged." Davy Jones mused, waving his arm for them to continue. "No no I can't-!" Will shouted when his father dragged him back by the shoulders. "Will you need to stop, if you keep this up, they will whip her to the bone." His father warned, and the young man went slack, knowing his words were true. "But shes- I-" Will muttered, cutting himself off as he locked eyes with her. "I know son, I know." The old pirate pat his sons shoulder in a vain attempt to comfort him. (Y/n) was shoved against the ships mast, her arms pulled around it, and bound tightly with rope. "She doesn't deserve this." Will muttered mournfully, his heart breaking at the sight of the fear building in her eyes. "She's a tough woman, she will be fine." Bootstrap consoled his son, releasing his hold on him, believing Will wouldn't do anything stupid or rash.

The first strike pulled a pained cry from the woman, and blood stained the deck, instantly getting washed away with the rain. Will couldn't control himself, when the second lashing came, rushing forward to comfort her. "Will don't!" Bootstrap shouted, but it was to late. Will stood before her, taking her hands in his, and resting his forehead against hers. One of the crew mates moved to pull Will away from her, assuming he was trying to free her. "Leave him." Davy Jones commanded, knowing Will wasn't trying to untie her, and allowing him to remain so close to her, knowing it would only hurt him more. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Will wept as she was struck again, and again. Her cries choked and breathless, the pain splitting across her back nearly unbearable. "I swore to protect you." His whisper was pained, as he peered into her watery eyes. "I'm so sorry I have failed you." He squeezed her hands, his own heart breaking at the sound of the whip crack. On the eighth whip crack, (Y/n)'s knees buckled and she fell slack against the mast. Will quickly moved his hands to grab the underside of her bent arms, and pull her to stand up straight. Knowing if she was hunched down, the whip was likely to strike her head, and the man wielding damned thing wouldn't care. "It's almost over." He tried to assure her, knowing the sentencing was only ten lashings. "Hang in there." He whispered, their tears mixing with the heavy fall of rain, foreheads resting together.

The ninth strike, and every muscle in her body shook from the shock, and pain of it all. The tenth and final strike came harder than the others, the force making (Y/n) crumble to the ground, despite Will's attempts to keep her upright. "She has the rest of the day to rest, but I expect her to be on deck working first thing in the morning." Davey Jones dismissed, the crew mates departing to go about their work, leaving Will to help (Y/n). "Take it easy, I've got you, I've got you." He murmured quickly untying her hands, and easing her into his arms as gently as he could. She whimpered in pain, clinging to his arms, her body still shaking from the shock and pain. "Easy firefly easy." He murmured softly, the nickname bringing a ghost of a smile to her face. "I'm okay Will." She murmured weakly, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Instinctively Will wrapped his arm around her back, nearly jumping away from her when she cried out in pain. She fell forward in an instant, and Will rushed forward to catch her in his arms. Now chest to chest, his hands rest firmly on her hips. Swiftly he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and buried her face into his neck. "I'm sorry, I've got you now." He whispered into her hair as he carried her below deck. Once they were below deck, and away from prying eyes, Will sat her atop a sturdy table.

"I need to clean your wounds." Will stated in a soft tone, slowly moving to unbutton her now ruined shirt. Moving slow enough to give her the opportunity to push him away, should she want him to stop. She didn't fight him, and allowed him to slide the shirt off of her shoulders. Gently he slipped the shirt from her arms, and tossed the ruined fabric aside. He kept his eyes locked with hers, as she sat before him, bare from the waist up. "Why did you do it?" He asked the question that had been burning in his mind like hellfire. "To keep you from causing any more trouble." She murmured, her words only making Will scoff. "Bullshit. Why did you do it?" He insisted. "Because it's what you do!" (Y/n) suddenly shouted as best she could, grunting at the pain in her back. "You protect the ones you love, no matter what it takes." She huffed before slumping forward. Despite the shock he felt at her words, Will was quick to catch her by the shoulders. "You..." He tried to gather his thoughts, a far away look in his eyes. "Forget it." She grunted, holding herself upright and turning her back to him. "My cuts need dealt with." She reminded him, and in a instant Will rushed to work. Carefully he cleaned each of the open wounds, unable to keep his mind from running a mile a minute. His fingers subconsciously tracing over one of the old scars, muttering an apology when she suddenly pulled away from him.

"What happened?" He asked in a soft whisper. (Y/n) chuckled bitterly, glancing over her shoulder. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one... Especially with a brother like Jack." She muttered the last part so only Will could hear. "Your-?" He cut himself off, knowing if Davy Jones found out, it could end horribly. "He's reckless." She chuckled again. "Just like someone else I know." Will smiled softly when she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I never meant for you to get hurt." Will muttered as he prepped a needle and thread. "Yeah I know." She shrugged a little. "But I also know that what I told Davy Jones is true. Had it been you to get flogged, you would have ended up making the same mistake of pissing off the Captain of the Flying Dutchman." He hated to admit it, but he knew she was right. "And if I was the one to get hurt, you might actually take the time to stop and think, and maybe just maybe you'd learn to keep your head down." She continued, hissing when Will began stitching her wounds. "We can't just do nothing." Will said, trying not to sound angry. "Jack will come for us, we just need to bide our time." (Y/n) said in a soft tone. "Jack? How can he possibly save us? You heard what Davy Jones said." Will argued, trying to keep his hands steady as he worked on her stitches. "He owns one hundred souls... How can he possibly get one hundred souls?" Will's voice was mournful. "Do you know how Jack came to owe Davy Jones so many souls?" (Y/n) asked pain evident in her voice, making Will slow his work.

"To get back the Pearl." Will stated, and (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Eighty souls would have bought him the Pearl. The other twenty were for me." She explained, her words making Will still in his work for a moment. "You see when Barbossa staged a mutiny, and stole the Pearl from Jack, he kept me prisoner. Knowing full well how close me and Jack are, he wanted to rub salt in the wound." She sighed when Will washed away the blood that had spilled as he worked. "I died Will." He froze at her words. "When the Pearl went down, I went down with her. I drowned of all things." She chuckled bitterly. "Jack bargained for twenty more souls to bring me back." She turned to look at Will. "Jack is reckless, a little crazy, and sometimes a selfish coward... But he always comes back, he always does the right thing, and he does whatever it takes for the ones he cares about." Will smiled faintly at her words, she really believes in her brother, and for her he's willing to believe in Jack as well. "You know... Before you told me Jack was your brother, I thought you guys were a couple." Will smiled at the face she pulled. "But I'm glad to know you aren't." He added before kissing her cheek. "I-" (Y/n) tried, but Will cut her off, turning her back around to finish patching her up. "And I'm glad to know you love me back." He added in a soft tone, kissing the nape of her neck, smiling when she shuddered in response.

Once he finished patching her up, he took and wrapped her torso securely with wrappings. And with that done, he removed his shirt, assisted her into it, and buttoned it up slowly. "What about Elizabeth?" (Y/n) asked after a moment, having been unable to think about what he said. "I thought you loved her?" She added. "I thought I did too. That is until I met you." His knuckles brushed across her cheekbone. "How many times have you saved my life, or protected me?" Will asked with a smile. "You need it." She smiled. "Yeah I guess I do..." His smile slowly faded as he thought about what had happened. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, that I did this to you... I promise... I promise you I won't let this happen again." Will insisted, resting his forehead against hers. "You know that's what Jack always says, when he gets me into some crazy situation that risks life and death." (Y/n) mused with a grin. "The life of a pirate isn't an easy one, but luckily for me, I was born to be a pirate." She added, making Will smile. "You should get some rest, the Captain expects you to be working on deck in the morning." He helped her off of the table, laid back in the hammock, and pulled her gently to lay chest to chest with him. "Drink up me hearties yo ho." (Y/n) sang softly, a tired smile pulling at her lips. "Sleep love." Will encouraged her, kissing the crown of her head.

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[misteria247]

So I'm going to ramble a bit cuz I've been noticing that there's a lot of split opinions on Timmy Turner that rage from people adoring him flaws and all to people thinking that he's a little shit. So I decided to throw in my thoughts cuz it's been awhile since I've analyzed a character and I've got some thoughts fam lol. Please don't take this personally cuz this is just my opinion.

I think one of the main reasons why Timmy gets such a mixed reaction from fans is because a lot of his actual story is played like a sitcom. It's not placed in a more serious way, though there are moments where it is, it's quickly glossed over. If you take away the sitcom setting and the attempts of comedy and whatnot you actually get a rather horrible reality for this 10 year old boy. And with it suddenly a lot of his actions and attitude makes a lot more sense.

Timmy when introduced is a 10 year old. He's a child but he's also old enough to know the basics of right and wrong. Much like any kid. He gets his fairy godparents, Cosmo and Wanda because he was deemed to be a child in need of help. This whole scenario is played for laughs and whatnot but like, Timmy's life is actually horrid. He's abused by his babysitter, is tormented by school bullies, is essentially harassed by his teacher and is neglected by his own parents. This is his every day life, from the moment he was old enough to understand this was what he was exposed to and forced to accept. In a way Timmy was forced to grow up a bit faster because of it but not to a point where he completely lost the magic of childhood. When you think about this in a more serious way, things start to click together more.

Timmy's behavior when he gets snappy or creates mischief is a way to get attention from his parents. It's not a good kind but it's something. Or when he acts cold and selfishly, while it could be chalked up to being a kid, I could also argue that he might have actually learned it. Cause who else in his life puts their wants and desires before others? Who else doesn't think about the consequences of their actions and how it'd effect others? Who else ignores other people's thoughts and feelings when it comes to things?

His parents.

Timmy's parents do this shit constantly. From leaving him with abusive babysitters, to not really interacting with him, to making jabs about how their dreams died when he was born to a bunch of other shitty things. They forget to feed him and always criticize him, they're always jumping at the chance to essentially get away from him. All these things are things Timmy's witnessed and has been on the receiving end of for a decade. And never once does his parents really suffer any consequences. It's a known fact that children watch their parents and absorb information from it. Timmy's behaviors can very well be behaviors he unintentionally learned from them. Which is so sad because whenever Timmy's not acting like this, it's quite clear that he's actually incredibly different.

It becomes clear that Timmy's actually incredibly kind.

There's so many moments where he shows his kindness. From lending Cosmo and Wanda to Tootie, to helping fairies in Fairy World to literally giving his fairies the baby they always wanted to saving the whole world several times with little hesitation. Timmy at his core is a kind boy, but due to his home life and its constant reminders of the people in his life not wanting him. (Hell there was a whole ass episode about the world being better if he hadn't been born, like can you imagine that, it's fucking awful-). So in a way Timmy hides that kindness and rarely shows it because of these things.

Which is why Cosmo and Wanda and eventually Peri are so fucking important.

Cosmo and Wanda from the very beginning where different from everyone else. These fairies while granting some reckless and dangerous wishes, have always had Timmy's best interests in mind. Cosmo and Wanda are the positive influences that Timmy desperately needs, the adults that he actually needs to help encourage and push him towards the right direction. Cosmo and Wanda are always in Timmy's corner, even when he's made a mistake, and are always there to catch him and remind him that he's loved and wanted. In one episode where Timmy sneaks into his godparents castle, at the end when they're putting the picture of Maryann back into the hall of infamy, Timmy's first reaction is to apologize and believe that because he'd made this one mistake that he'd end up there with the other bad kids. Only to immediately be told no, baffling Wanda and Cosmo with the very idea of it.

It's things like this that help Timmy grow and feel comfortable with making mistakes. Cuz what he thought isn't exactly a normal thing. They help Timmy in so many ways and grow to love him as their very own cuz when Timmy allows himself to be well himself he's a rather endearing kid. It's no surprise they get so attached.

There's a lot of other things that I've got in my noggin but I just wanted to say these things for the time being. Maybe I'll update on this later lol.

[youresodarkbabe]

i'm listening, ready to learn (prof!a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: prof!al x reader (yes this is influenced by the recents), age gap, piv, dom-ish al, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 2.6k

took me a while but im back!! hi :)

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"it's definitely not the worst i've seen."

those four words were like a knife to the heart. you put everything you had into those pictures, worked on them for weeks, refining, editing, reshoots, and that still didn't please him. you gave him everything you had to offer, and it still wasn't enough. you could cry on the spot, but his voice pulled you out of your mind's abyss.

"do you want a second chance? i mean, i think you could do much better than this, not to be too harsh."

you had to stop yourself from showing your sheer happiness, you couldn't believe this. you try your hardest to compose yourself before speaking.

"yes, please," you mutter quietly, your voice coming out almost like a squeak. he found it endearing.

he sets your portfolio on his desk and stands up, sliding it over to you with a smile before taking a sip of his coffee.

"tell me if this crosses a line, but would you like to do the shoots at my studio? i have everything you need and more there, i think it'd be very useful."

reality hits you hard. you and your professor at his studio, all alone. if you weren't already trying to conceal your emotions, you were definitely doing it now. ignoring the heat pooling between your legs, you nod, not trusting yourself to speak, afraid of what would come out of your mouth.

"alright," alex grabs a pen from his shirt pocket and jots down his phone number and studio's address on a post it note and sticks it on the top of your portfolio, "how's this friday? is 7 good for you?"

you nod again, eyes fixed on his. "'s perfect, sir."

the sun was shining perfectly, his eyes illuminating like gold. he was so, so beautiful and it took everything you had to break that eye contact and walk out of the class.

come friday, and you're already panicking. you can't find any of the things you need, your reference pictures are shit in hindsight and your roommate had accidentally broken the lens you needed for your camera. regardless, you show up to the studio twenty minutes too early with all you could carry, hoping he wouldn't hate you for your lack of equipment.

he opens the door in a red shirt, a few buttons undone. you couldn't help but picture what he'd look like with the shirt off.

"you're early, doll," he lets you into the studio and shows you where to keep your stuff. "i would've rushed a bit more when cleaning if i knew you'd be so early."

your cheeks heat up as you take in his words.

"i can always come back later?" you say, almost immediately packing your stuff back up, only for alex to stop you with a hand holding your wrist firmly in place.

"it's fine, promise. just a tad unexpected."

he gives you that classic smile and all the worry in your heart seems to melt away. he asks if you'd like some space to set up, and as much as you want to spend time with him, you know it'd be best if you focused, so you say yes. alex darts off to the other side of the room where you see him fiddling with the portfolio from your previous meeting. you tear away your focus from him and set up your camera and all you'd need for the shoot.

he shuts it abruptly, the sound making you jump, his voice instantly soothing your mind.

"did you bring any references?"

shit, you think to yourself. you hated the references you originally had, you left them at home. you had absolutely nothing.

alex tuts, setting the portfolio back down and walking to you, tapping your chin so you'd look up at him, which you do.

"i can see you gettin' in your head. you don't have to worry, we can figure this out, okay?"

"okay."

you and alex stand there for a moment, faces so close, almost close enough for you to close the gap— to kiss him, but you choose against it. alex again seems to be the one to snap out of the haze first, taking a few steps away, clearing his throat. "i, uh, have some pictures you could use as a reference."

right. the photoshoot. that's why you're here.

"you wanna go get 'em for me?" alex asks as he sits down on the chair in front of your camera. you say yes, waiting on him to tell you where to go.

"just that shelf there, the gray one."

you hold the hefty photo album in your hand and hand it to him, standing behind him, leaning in to look at the pictures.

calling them gorgeous would be an understatement. you had been passionate for photography for as long as you could remember and you had never seen pictures that had captured the human essence that beautifully.

alex points at a specific picture and looks up at you, beaming.

the photograph looked simple enough, but there was something to it, something that made it transcend normalcy, the model looked ethereal. it was in black and white, and the standout feature was the bright red lipstick mark on the model's neck, you could immediately picture alex like that, he'd look so perfect.

you try ignoring how wet just the thought of him like that makes you and as if on cue, he says your name, you look away from the picture and back at him.

"i can see the ideas in your eyes, i think we'd best get started, hm?"

you let out a shaky breath and are about to go to your camera, before you pause and turn to him.

"am i.. do i have to take the pictures of you?"

and for the first time, you see a blush grace your professor's perfect face.

"that was the plan, yeah. we can always find a different picture to replicate if you want, it's fine, i don't mind—"

"no! i mean, it's fine. i'm alright with taking the pictures of you, sir."

alex runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips, "alright, okay,". he smiles at you again, making your heart melt and you feel yourself getting soaked. "think i should change this shirt, though. what do you think, sweetheart?"

based on the look on his face, you can tell he didn't mean to let the nickname slip. you'd be lying if you said you didn't love the way how naturally it rolled off his tongue, though. his accent made the word go straight to your core.

"you can change if you'd like."

he mumbles a quiet 'yeah', and goes off into the corner of the room, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks, unaware of how your eyes are fixed onto him. he slips the shirt off and turns to you, holding two shirts in either of his hands.

"black or white?"

you eye him up and down, replying despite being completely distracted.

"white."

he puts the shirt on as he walks back to the seat, you avoid eye contact because who knows what he'd say if you kept staring.

he sits down and you look back down at the reference picture, one question filling your mind.

"sir?"

he hums in response, fixing the camera slightly.

"the lipstick mark. do i have to—"

"if you want. it's not needed, you don't have to."

the second you hear alex say you can kiss him, you grab your red lipstick and apply it, not noticing how enamored alex is. he watches on as you swipe the lipstick along your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to feel them against his, but at the same time, terrified that you don't see him the same way.

you stand in between alex's legs, one of his hands on your waist as you lean in and press your lips to the side of his neck, under his jaw. you hear his breath hitch as you pull away, the grip on your waist getting firmer.

"it doesn't look good, can i redo it?" you ask, just so you could kiss him again. alex nods and hands you his old shirt to wipe the lipstick off with. you kiss his neck again, this time with your lips parted, your teeth lightly grazing his pulse point.

alex's eyes fall shut and his mouth hangs open, a quiet groan gracing your ears. with his eyes still shut, he moves his other hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "that one good enough for you?", he asks, his hands moving to your back, wrapping around you.

"no, i think i need to kiss you again." you mutter, dipping your head even closer to his. alex doesn't hold back, this time. he leans in and kisses you, standing up and pulling away to kiss your cheek, laughing at the slight red tint he leaves.

"'m i right in assumin' my lips are red too, now?"

you nod as you tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him again, deeply, tongue and teeth clashing with no regard for anything but each other.

alex's hands slip down to your thighs, tapping on them and instinctively you jump into his grasp, letting him carry you with his hands planted firmly under your ass. he pulls away again, dipping his head to your neck, sucking, biting, licking— anything that makes you feel good. you feel how hard he is through your jeans, and you grind against him, making him moan along your collarbone.

"d'you wanna go to my room, baby?", he asks in between kisses. your mind is too overwhelmed with him to respond, so you just tug on his hair, hoping he'd take the message, which he does.

you can barely focus on where he's taking you, working on unbuttoning his shirt, not realising what alex takes with him into his room.

he lays you down on his bed, it dipping when he settles on his knees by your side, letting you unbutton his shirt. he shrugs it off, smiling at how you look at him, completely obsessed with you. he slides his hands under your shirt, waiting for you to let him know it was okay to take it off, which you do with a moan. you're grinding against his thigh now, letting him take your shirt off. while he's there, he also takes your bra off, swearing under his breath at the sight of your tits. he cups them, twisting your nipples between his fingers, watching as they harden, taking one into his mouth.

he sucks on it before pulling off with a pop, kissing all over your chest until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. he undoes the button and pulls them off slowly, along with your soaking wet panties, both joining the growing pile of clothes on his floor.

alex runs a finger through your folds and pops it into his mouth, humming as he tastes you.

your hips roll into his as you whine, "sir, i need you, please," you begged, and alex simply couldn't say no to you.

alex strips down fully in front of you, and just the sight of his cock makes you squirm. he was bigger than you'd imagined him being. trying to convince yourself that you could take him, you watch as he slides back in between your legs and places his arms on either side of your head. you can't help yourself from reaching out for his cock, stroking it and playing with the tip. his arms almost give in as he groans straight into your ear.

he moves one of his hands to pry yours away from his cock, "if you pull somethin' like that again, i'll make sure to leave you here, just like this. got it?"

the harshness in his voice makes you clench around nothing, you nod rapidly, biting your lip to keep quiet.

"good girl," alex mutters as he aligns himself with your aching hole, pushing in as slowly as possible, both of you moaning as he bottoms out. his hand goes to your clit, rubbing it in figure eights as slowly as possible as he pulls out almost completely, only to slam back in.

your hands go to his back, nails digging into his skin as he thrusts. he had a plan— he was going to take it slow, be as gentle as possible— but it all went to shit the second he saw the way your tits moved with every thrust.

he speeds up, going faster with every thrust, eyes flitting between your face and your tits. his fingers work your clit like magic and your back arches into him, tits pressing against his chest as he hits the perfect spot. you moan his name loudly, biting into his shoulder to muffle your noise. he strokes your hair softly, slowing down just a bit to kiss your cheek.

"feel good, princess?" he asks, his voice sweeter than sugar.

"so, so, so good, fuck—" you feel yourself getting closer and closer and alex can feel it too. you clench around him before you see white, the pleasure of it all taking over as you cum hard. alex fucks you through it, getting closer and closer to his peak.

just as he's about to cum, he pulls out, slightly too late. his cum spurts all over your thighs, stomach and cunt, but you're too fucked out to care.

"that was so good, love, you did so, so well for me."

he kisses your collarbone again, moving lower and lower, eventually settling with his face in between your thighs. he pushes the cum off of your stomach and thighs and into your cunt with his fingers, twisting them inside you. surprised, you tug on his hair, pulling him to look at you.

"i got you, good girl, don't worry, okay?"

you nod as alex pulls his fingers out and slides them into your mouth, making you suck them clean— which you do.

he kisses your inner thigh before finally licking a stripe up your worn pussy, making direct eye contact as he does so. his lips attach to your clit, teeth grazing against it as he flicks it with his tongue, eventually moving his thumb to do that job for him. he slides his tongue into you, tasting you as best as he can, moaning into your cunt. the vibrations drive you crazy, hips bucking into his mouth as he licks into you relentlessly.

his nose nudges your clit as you feel your peak getting closer once more, legs wrapping around his head as you cum again, letting him clean you up with his gentle kitten licks. alex looks up at you through his messy hair, laughing as you pry him away from your overstimulated cunt. he eventually gives in, moving away and kissing his way back up to your face.

the two of you sit there in silence for a while, the only sounds you hear is alex's quiet breathing as you run your hands through his hair.

"'m sorry," he mumbles against your lips. "you're my student, this isn't right, i shouldn't have—"

you press your lips against his once more, softer this time, less starved, less desperate. you kiss him as if you can see more of these kisses coming your way in the future.

"i can see you getting in your head, alex." he chuckles at the callback to what he had told you earlier, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. "i want this to work. i think if we tried, and if we're careful, it will."

alex takes a deep breath in, sitting up next to you, gently stroking your stomach as he presses another kiss to your neck.

"it better work, doll."

you feel yourself starting to drift asleep, only waking up to the feeling of alex's body leaving yours.

"what are you doing?" you ask quietly, voice too hoarse speak normally.

alex grabs what he took with him earlier, that object you couldn't quite make out, and waves it in front of your eyes. that fucking camera.

"just stay still, love," he says as he snaps a few pictures of you, smiling at the stills.

"so.. are those getting me my A?"

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anyways.. sextape fic soon!!

[trans-cuchulainn]

let's be more positive about books for a while! here are some queer historical romance novels that i've been rereading recently that i think do something interesting with making characters feel historical in their mindset and worldview, but are also fairly progressive, diverse queer books that are, frankly, a delight to read

this is by no means exhaustive and to be honest i could put almost anything by cat sebastian or kj charles on a list like this so this is purely the highlights of what i've reread in the past week to take my mind off work, and why i think they're interesting from this specific angle

cat sebastian, the ruin of a rake (turners #3)

this is technically the third in a trilogy but they're only very loosely connected, so you don't need to have read the others if you don't care about knowing who all the background characters are. the others are also good though

why it's interesting: features a character who has had to painstakingly study and learn the rules of polite society in order to claw his way up to respectability, and is now deploying those skills to help another man repair his reputation. shows the complexity of those rules, the social purposes they serve, and the work that goes into living by them, as well as the consequences of breaking them. also explores some of the financial side of aristocracy, and features a character with chronic illness (recurring malaria following repeated infections as a child in india) whose feelings about his illness are very relatable without feeling overly modern.

kj charles, society of gentlemen series.

this trilogy is closely related plot-wise and best read in order. all three explore cross-class romances and characters struggling to reconcile their political views and personal ethics with their desires, in the aftermath of the peterloo massacre, with a strong focus on the political role of the written word. first book is long-lost gentleman raised by seditionists / fashion-minded dandy teaching him to behave in society; second book is tory nobleman submissive / seditious pamphleteer dominant who've been fucking for a year without knowing the other's identity; third book is lord / valet and all the complicated dynamics of consent there with a generous side-helping of crime.

why they're interesting: close attention to the history of political printing and the impact of government censorship and repressive taxes on the freedom of the press; complex ideological disagreements that aren't handwaved as unimportant; examination of trust, consent, and social responsibility across class differences and in situations with problematic power dynamics; most of the characters are progressive for their time without feeling like they have modern attitudes. the second book, a seditious affair, deals most strongly with the revolutionary politics side of things, but all tackle it to some extent.

kj charles, band sinister.

look i'm probably biased because this might be my favourite KJC. it's a standalone about a pair of siblings: the sister wrote a gothic novel heavily inspired by their mysterious and scandalous neighbour whose older brother had an affair with their mum (causing scandal); the brother is a classics nerd. the sister breaks her leg on a ride through their neighbour's estate and can't be moved until she heals so they both have to stay at the house and find out if the neighbour is really as scandalous as he seems.

why it's interesting: discussion of atheism and new ideas about science and creation (very shocking to the brother, who is the viewpoint character); details of agriculture and estate management via main LI's attempt to grow sugar beet, as well as the economics of sugar (including references to slavery); "unexpurgated" latin and greek classics as queer reference points for a character who nevertheless hasn't quite figured out he's queer; material consequences of society scandal

bonus: wonderful sibling dynamic and a diverse cast including a portugese jewish character, which i don't think i've seen in a book before

i will add to this list as i continue to reread both of their backlists! (bc i have read them all enough times and in close enough succession that they blur together in my head unless i've read them very recently)

[sunshine-zenith]

I never been this invested in fairly oddparents before. Like I'm so nervous about what's going to happen with Dev and Peri by the end of the season because if they get separated that would be the worst thing for both of them or if Dev gets his memories erased, he won't learn from any of this.

So to distract myself, I'm gonna think of what would happen when this show is renewed for season 2 (and it WILL be if I have anything to say about it!) like:

Peri getting embarrassed by his parents for not acting normal when they're humans in public because it's like winter and they're still in their regular clothes when outside, so he has to poof them up himself.

Dev getting invited to join in on holiday festivities with Hazel's family because we all know that's not gonna happen with Dale.

More time with Hazel, Dev, Jasmine, and Winn as a group.

Even more wacky neighbor shenanigans with Peri involved.

Same, my dear Anon, saaaaame. I remember FOP being one of my favorite shows when I was little (I remember being in elementary school and somehow stumbling upon the first couple seasons online, meaning I could watch it whenever, and to this day I still laugh when I remember the “Where did you get that?”-“Uh…. Internet?” bit, but there’s something so special about these characters I grew up watching and their silly hijinx and sweetheart new godkid getting into serialized shenanigans

I seriously hope we get at least one more season (or even TOH treatment where while the crew is put in the unfair position of having to rush through their story to wrap it up, but at least they get to wrap it up *cries in Infinity Train*)

I want all of the above, especially Dev getting to hang around Hazel’s family and getting exposed to a completely healthy family dynamic, and seeing Hazel, Jasmine, Winn, and Dev as a friend group in O:BT was absolutely delightful (I’m still sad the original show fazed out Chester and AJ over time — give our main character friends and let them keep them!)

Some other potential stories that I’d love to see

Another episode about Hazel’s hair. Diana actually grew on me (metaphorically) by the end and I wouldn’t hate if she became a reoccurring character. Plus it was amazing seeing an episode about a black character’s natural hair without it needing to be A Special Episode. They made that joke about “relaxing” and it almost flew over my head but when I got it I had to pause the episode because of my delighted laughter

An episode where Peri (who finally has his own human disguise) somehow gets roped into solo babysitting Hazel, Dev, Jasmine, and Winn (because for some reason kids really like me and whenever I visit my sister’s family I somehow always end up at an arts and crafts table talking about Ninjago with a bunch of 3-7 year olds and I need Peri to go through the same I Need An Adult — Oh No I Am The Adult emotions)

More Hazel and Antony shenanigans — maybe she visits him at college and wishes she could experience college life herself (knowing the types of jokes this crew likes making, there should be at least one student loans joke that makes you cry as much as it makes you laugh)

For that matter, even if it’s a long shot, I would love an episode that features the Wells Siblings and the Turner-Cosma-Fairywinkle Siblings. One set could have the A plot and the other could have the B plot, or they could all get up to shenanigans together, idc I just know that there are so many obvious parallels between Antony-Hazel and Timmy-Peri (the nearly identical age gap, the close relationship that had a wrench thrown into it when the older sibling grew up and moved away, the way the younger sibling looks up to the older one, etc) that I need to see explored somehow. Plus, maybe we could even get Peri and Antony bonding — since he’s a fairy, the way Peri aged is probably super weird, but developmentally he’s probably close enough to Antony that they could be peers. Give👏Peri👏A👏Friend

Does anybody remember that episode from the original series that was a back door pilot for a Crash Nebula spin off. It was one of my favorites as a kid and I would love if they did something like that with Prime Meridian Love — it could start with Hazel and Dev learning their favorite manga getting an anime adaption and doing everything they can to watch it premiere in English (or the crew could have the majority of the episode in Japanese and even make a sub vs dub joke)

Listen Peri was OP as a baby, and I need them to bring that up somehow. I don’t know, the could have him lose his wand and have to fight whatever the bad guy of the episode is with his bare hands and show off his martial arts skills. I can just picture Dev and Hazel’s reactions and I need to see it and see their faces when they learn he taught himself how to do that as a baby

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Dinner that night had been a disaster. From Aemond's insults to Aegon slamming Jace face-first into the table, all of it had been horrible. Truly the highlight was Heleana dancing with Jace. Rhaella had never seen her smile so freely. Except maybe when she had a new bug to show off.

Now, she sat in the library, hoping Aemond might show. She had snuck down here after bidding Edric goodnight. Despite his old legs and bad back, his ears had remained sharper than ever, and somehow always heard her when she snuck past his door.

"If you do not rest, you will become sick."

His words fell on deaf ears, Rhaella could sleep when she was dead.

The sound of the doors slowly being pushed open has her looking up from her book about Visenya the Conquerer. She expects Aemond to be there, hopefully, full of apologies for avoiding her and maybe even one about dinner.

"Rhaella. We thought you'd be here."

"Jace, Luke." She greets, surprised as they sit down on either side of her.

"What are you reading?" Luke asks

"A book about Visenya and the days after Rhaenys was killed in Drone." Rhaella says

"A page-turner." Jace says

Rhaella can't tell if he's joking.

"We have missed you, cousin. Dragonstone is boring without your visits." Lucerys says

"I am sure you keep busy. Training with Arrax and Vermax is surely no easy task. They are young beasts after all." Rhaella says

"They are smart. The hardest bits is learning the Valyrian." Jace admits

Rhaella laughs. Jace wasn't wrong. She has spent many hours practicing her own Valyrian with Aemond and she has yet to pass him. How her silver-haired cousin was so adept at it was a mystery to her.

"It will come in time," Rhaella assures the boys beside her

"You sound like our mother." Jace shook his head

"Well, as usual, she is correct," Rhaella says, thinking of her respect for Rhaenrya. The princess had always seemed so perfect in Rhaella's eyes. Truly the quintessential heir for King Viserys.

"We want you to return to Dragonstone with us." Lucerys suddenly says, the words tumble out of his mouth, like he cannot hold them back anymore.

"You said we were going to ease her into it!" Jace exclaims, shooting a deadly stare to his little brother

"I got excited!" Luke defends.

"I don't wish to go back to Dragonstone," Rhaella says

"Do you not miss us? Or is it your engagement? Our mother can end it. Lord Tyrell's son does not deserve you anyway." Jace says

"I do miss you...but I do not wish to be anywhere near Daemon." Rhaella says, "As for my engagement, I want to serve the realm and do my duty as heir to Runestone."

"But there are better matches. Our mother can secure you one that is better." Lucerys says

"It is not the match!" Rhaella exclaims "It is Daemon! He is a horrid being."

Jace and Luke fall silent at her rising tone. Obviously not expecting her outburst. Surely this is not how they planned this conversation.

"Nephews."

Aemond.

"Are you harassing our cousin? Surely she does not deserve this treatment. It is rather late is it not?" Aemond asks, quickly crossing to them.

His already large figure is even more intimidating in the mix of candles and moonlight that illuminate the library.

"Lady Rhaella. I will escort you back to your chamber. You'll need a good rest if you are to depart to Highgarden in a few days." Aemond says offering his hand to her

"Oh...right." Rhaella murmurs, shutting her book and taking Aemond's hand in hers.

"Think about it, Rhaella," Lucerys calls to her as she follows Aemond to the door.

"You will both need rest, it is best to be strong for the journey home. We will bid you farewell tomorrow, nephews." Aemond says before pulling Rhaella out the door and down the hall with him

"Must you continue to make Strong comments?" Rhaella hissed, yanking her hand from Aemond's

"I'm only making an observation," Aemond says

"They are as Targaryen as you and I." Rhaella points out

Aemond's face sours at her words. He dislikes being the wrong one in arguments.

"We have silver hair and violet eyes to match. But they have Rhaenrya in them." Rhaella says, grabbing Aemond's arm, and pulling him to a stop in the long hall.

"Eye. I have one eye. Lucerys took the other. Or have you forgotten? It'd be a shame if you did, after all, you stood by and let it happen." Aemond sneered looking down at her.

"What was I supposed to do? Let him cut my eye out? Take the blade and stab him myself?" She hissed, "Everything that occurred that night happened for a reason. You have the largest dragon alive now, is that not enough for you?"

"He flaunts about like he is proud of his actions," Aemond says, pointing down the hall to where they left Lucerys and Jacaerys, "His face at dinner...the smug bastard deserves more than an insult or two."

"What do you plan to do? Cut out his eye as payment for your own? We were children!" Rhaella snorted, appalled that Aemond still hadn't let all this go, "Your path of vengeance is one filled of hate and suffering, Aemond. I won't take part in it."

"I never asked you to," Aemond said

"No, you never did. But you want me to." Rhaella says

"I do not," Aemond repeated

"Good," Rhaella said

She took a step closer to Aemond. At this distance she could feel the top of her head brush his chin. She looked up at him and heard his breath hitch at the proximity. She swore his face even got a bit red but the poor lighting made it hard for her to tell.

"If you ever harm Lucerys as vengeance for your eye, you will never see me again." She threatened

"You wouldn't," Aemond whispered, his voice shaky

"Do you truly wish to find out?"

Next Part

Aemond "Oh shit my crush is mad at me?" Targaryen.

Also, Rhaella is a Rhaenrya fangirl, However, she doesn't get why she's with Daemon, she definitely thinks she can do better than him.

Im having mega Hugh Jackman brain rot. Like there's nothing up in my brain right now other than him 💀💀

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[00127am]

signed with love and forever yours, doyoung

postage. kim doyoung & gn! reader, mentions of kissing cost to ship. 543 words

i'll miss you today. and i'll miss you tomorrow. and every second we spend apart. every second which your attention is not focused solely on me. every moment in which i miss the heat of your gaze and the flutter of my heart from your continued consideration. i'll miss it all, even the way my mouth runs dry and the feeling as if i've been pushed straight off a foothold. teetering and wavering upon my crumbling composure--one that never seems to last long when i'm in front of you.

a composure that splintered long before any hallmark of our relationship. and before the first time you kissed me. a kiss that remains imprinted in my mind, like a stain you just can't get out. sentenced to suffocating my every thought and beat of my heart with nothing more than a lingering presence and drawl of cherry red. the same cherry red that flashes before my eyes each time i replay that kiss, the same one (like all the others) that makes me feel winded. as if i had just fallen flat onto my back and had the breath knocked straight out of my lungs. the thought that these kisses may last forever wind me more-so than any singular kiss of yours.

have i mentioned that i love you? and miss you. yesterday. today. tomorrow. next week. forever. i will love you for the rest of what is conventionally my lifetime. and more so after that. until the universe is fractured into a billion pieces and silence lays upon every bit of space. and even then, in what is considered to be the end of life, i will still love you. and miss you. and need you.

and i'll still find time to replay that kiss. the same one that knocks the breath out of my lungs and stains my heart in cherry red.

about doyoung's love letters.

doyoung writes in familiar, formal script with long, looping syllables and perfected punctuation. recognizable as the type of cursive you learned in primary, as if it had been copied and pasted in a refined recollection and rendition from the original practice booklets themselves. his letters are often short but filled with such genuine longing and affection that you feel as if they may go on forever (or at the very least, you wish they did).

most of the letters you receive are written on napkins. a trend which began with a spur of the moment explosion of his feelings when he was out drinking and has now become something more of tradition. he complains about it often, how unromantic it is to be writing all of his affections onto a napkin of all things and yet he has a stack by his desk--knowing that every time he uses one, you're reminded of his first letter written and hand delivered to you.

when you do read these letters, you're far from any semblance of composure. nothing more than the envelope makes you flush and sends your heart beating four times as fast. for you know that his letters, like him, although they are often brief hold every ounce of adoration that he feels. an adoration that you're sure will outlive the both of you and one only surpassed by your own.

your mailbox

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note. this is very inspired by alex turner's love letter to alexa chung! i highly recommend giving that a read if you like any of my love letters since it (and he) has defined what it means to show love for me for a very long time!

🧾 © 00127am 2024

[nicoscheer]

Miles Kane, What It's Like to Play as a 'One Man Band'

We met Miles Kane as a founding member of important bands such as the Last Shadow Puppets with Alex Turner of the Arctic Monkeys and the Rascals. In the last several years, the Liverpudlian has been on a solitary path, as the name of his recent release suggests. We spoke with him shortly before his long-awaited return to Athens, at "Arch Club", on Friday 5/17.

How has your tour been going so far?

The concerts so far are incredible. I'm excited to play by myself, so I'm very happy. I think people are relating and connecting with the songs on my new record and it's taking me to places I haven't seen in a long time. And Greece is one of those places.

Can you tell us a few words about how you wrote "One Man Band", your most chart-topping album to date?

The album was created in Liverpool. We worked on it with my cousin James Skelly, who used to be a member of The Coral. We went back home and that gave birth to the desire to make a completely straight album. Writing songs is what I do best, not thinking too much, just talking about my feelings, my worries and how I want to be better. I guess life in general is what "One Man Band" is all about, stomping on some rock'n'roll, surf music. We had a clear idea of ​​what the album and its sound should be and we followed it to the end. This is also the reason why it is my favorite work of all that I have released so far. I feel very proud!

You started a great career by participating in various bands, such as Last Shadow Puppets. What motivated you to follow a more solitary path in recent years?

I've been doing solo stuff since I was 22 and I'm 38 now. I learned so much from the bands I was in, the Rascals and the Little Flames. Being on my own and free to work with whoever I want and do whatever I want – even if it sounds selfish – I think suits me best.

And what's the biggest lesson you've learned from playing as a "One Man Band"?

Not playing with a band is completely different for me. It's a huge challenge and not many could pull it off to be honest. It has made me improve my performance as a guitarist, as a singer and as a performer.

What is the most important experience from this journey?

It may sound cliche but I really had a lot of good times in my career. But I feel that who I am today as a person in life and on stage gives me new meaning and life. At all these smaller concerts where I meet new fans, I realize that the younger generation brings a whole different energy to it all. I feel that the phase I am in now is the happiest of my life. I feel more connected and hope to stay on this "path".

Are you excited to be back in Athens ("Arch Club", 5/17)?

Yes! I think I can't remember the last time I visited Greece because it's been so many years. I hope people come because I plan to give you the best night of your life.

What constitutes a successful live?

A great outfit, some "golden" dance moves and an audience! I need to feel like people want to be involved as much as I want to be. This is the only way we can go to the next level.

What are your plans for the future?

I'm trying to write something new and prepare a new album, but I'm having a hard time doing it right now. I don't want to stop the flow of things. I'm quite a simple person and I know what I like in life... Music. Maybe next year I'll be ready for a new release.

Is there another side project in the works?

We're not working on anything with Alex. [Turner], like Last Shadow Puppets. But I have this new little side project going on called The Evils and it's an instrumental surf idea. We'll see how this goes... [s.s. In the time between the interview and its publication, Kane along with Oscar Sholto Robertson and Dave Bardon released the E.P. "Miles Kane & The Evils".]

Miles Kane's albums in his own words

"Colour of the Trap" (2011)

"The beginning of the adventure, when I was still searching for who I am. This album opened the way for me. You can hear all the different sides of me in it."

"Don't Forget Who You Are" (2013)

"Probably one of the best songs I've ever written [inc. the title]. Something keeps me coming back to it. It's like coming home to the roots for me. Sometimes in life you can get sidetracked and forget who you are. This song defined me as an artist and as a person."

"Coup de Grace" (2018)

"An intense rock'n'roll, punk period! Coming out with such an aggressive album is not as easy as you think."

"Change the Show" (2022)

"My chance to show my love for Northern Soul and Motown...Growing up I listened to everything from Diana Ross and the Four Tops to whatever was on the radio."

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'Til you Relax Me. // Alex Turner X Reader. Smut

filling the prompt: Alex eating you out until he doesn't feel stressed anymore because it relaxes him. (There's nothing in the writing but smut, honestly 😅)

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Oh, how he was looking forward to it.

By now, he had a sharp pain in his head that was starting to affect his vision, not to mention the muscle aches he was starting to feel.

He pressed his fingers to his temple, straining his eyes into an exaggerated blink, soon noticing you lying next on his side of the bed. You were expected to get home from work before him and unsurprisingly, it calmed him down, seeing you there, as if you were his best medicine.

The house smelled of you, your hair was still damp, your legs were bare due to how his loose T-shirt ridden up to your waist because of how you were lying down, and all of it made his breathing relax.

Getting rid of the jacket, as well as his white shirt, he realized he couldn't stop staring at you even if he tried. You seemed to be comfortable, eyes softly closed like a sweet angel, but noticing the open book on your chest, awkward position and how your hands were failing to hold the pages, he felt bad for being so late seeing that you planned to wait for him.

He marked the number of the page you left off on, placing it to the side, then held your face to him and kissed your cheek, moving down to your neck as his hand gently squeezed your waist, like lulling you to get up.

He knew you'd wake up slyly and cuddle up to him as usual, and that was all he needed honestly. As expected, you sighed into his lips on your skin and wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him to you.

"I'm sorry, babe, it took me longer than I thought today." He let his body fall over yours, snuggling into your scent as you hugged him tighter, running your fingers down his arms and into his curls.

"It's okay," you held his face and then he kissed you, smoothing your thighs and waist, looking at you with bright yet tired eyes. "I assume it's been a long day, huh?"

"Am I lookin' that bad?" He sat down next to you, a movement that deepened his voice, making you feel warm inside.

You bit your lip at his humorless smile, leaning better on the pillows to be able to pay better attention to him. Before you adjusted his T-shirt on you, he stopped assuring you that it was suitable like that, you laughed but let him.

"Not all," you sighed deeply, seeing him on his knees on the bed getting rid of his socks. "You look pretty hot, if I may say so." He laughed and you wanted to devour him. "I'm being honest, I know you, Al. I could tell something was wrong around lunchtime when you called me, your voice was different."

He didn't say anything, just squeezed your thigh, moving his fingers up to the hem of your panties and curling them there. You just confirmed what he thought, you were forcing yourself to stay awake for him.

"I love you, y'know that?" You confirmed, making him squeeze your skin tighter so you gasped. "And I missed you, I got used to havin' you 'round."

You held back a goofy smile, as if your eyes didn't already say it all. He pulled your shirt further, leaning towards you and kissing your lips before sucking in your neck and collarbone, "God, all this for sex, Al?" You rolled your eyes in irony, adjusting your hand in his hair to bury his face in your skin.

"And this is your way of saying your body needs mine?"

"I think," your saliva lacked as you felt your body shiver.

It was like a tradition, you both knew what was coming. Years ago Alex mentioned how being between your legs calmed him down, and right away you thought it was him being goofy, however over time, as you learned to decipher his mood, it became impossible to deny that he was talking seriously about it.

You, it was obvious, loved it, plus Alex was good at what he does, so waiting for him to come back to you every time you knew he was going to stress about something was pretty much exciting. You liked how much he enjoyed it and appreciated every drop of you.

Soon, your hands went down, until his fingers rested under your thigh bringing you to him. At that, you snarled into his lips, knowing the spot would be marked later.

Ignoring you, he did the same with the fresh one on the other side, pressing your body closer to his even harder so that you could feel the friction of his belt on you.

"Is that 'kay, puppet?" He bent down, nuzzling into your belly and then placing a kiss there.

You lifted your hips in response, completely taken by the idea of having him there with you from the moment you spoke to him earlier.

"Yep, Al," you assured, voice already scratchy from being so dry throat, and he let a little breath out through his nose. "Just wanna feel ya, please."

He ran his thumb down your covered center, sliding his finger roughly between the bar and pulling it up, resulting in your body squirming as he shushed you into keeping still.

"Nah, darlin'" he shook his head, curls falling over his forehead. His features were still tense, as were his shoulders, and although he looked impatient, he was determined that this would take time. "This's 'bout me, not you." His eyes remained on you as he lubricated his lips. The view was good, which had you touching his hair but not forcing him into you, feeling wetter than before as he'd expected.

His movements were slow, leaving your skin itchy as his hands dragged over you. Taking his time, he pulled your panties down until they were out of sight, giving room for him to slide the tip of his nose between your folds, slowly, from bottom to top. You could feel him chuckle, as you struggled not to fidget, and soon, he placed a couple of kisses there, filling the room with wet noises.

"Fuck, Alex," you took a low breath, swallowing a groan and leaving your mouth half open.

For him, knowing that you took advantage of that only made him even better. So, pushing his tongue into you, he spread your legs further apart, this time with more difficulty as he alone was no longer enough to contain your involuntary movements. Your fingers caught in his hair, forcing his face towards you, and emboldened by your whine, he parted your lips better, tucking in as he shook his head a bit, pushing his nose into your clit, like a proper make out session. He felt his mind empty, being taken over by your smell and taste and meows.

As if parting a kiss, he filled you with pecks, calming your breathing little by little, his eyes opened and with a lazy face, he smiled at you sweetly with his dimples and lips stained in your juice.

"You're so beautiful," he said, analyzing your chest rising and falling in urgency, as well as your hand stuck to the sheet and lips swollen by intense bites that even without seeing he knew you would never avoid them. "And tastes so fucking good, princess." He bit the inside of your thigh, rubbing his face there so he could hear you in response to his stubble, something he knew you liked, and as he thought, your legs closed around him. "By the way, did you get wet like this with your imagination alone just in anticipation?" He didn't need the answer to know.

"You're a bastard," you huffed, closing your eyes in disapproval but then turning your attention to him between your legs, it wasn't something easy to ignore. At that, he positioned your thighs better on his shoulders, looking more comfortable, and as you thrust your hips into him, he did nothing about it and went back to marking your skin in dark tones. "I didn't want you to stop, Al," you sounded polite in an attempt to be persuasive.

"I won't, babe," he took a deep breath, gathering saliva in his mouth and then coating your clit calmly with it. You bit your lips at the feeling, and soon he concluded, "Can't I admire you before I'm finished ya?" You felt dizzy at the tone of his voice and the thin line connecting him to you due to how wet you already were.

He sucked on his fingers for a moment, lubricating them and then brushing them against your entrance, your reaction was a brief spasm in which he didn't think twice about stretching his fingers into you. Your legs were opening even more, making room for them like if they were meant to stay there, and without hesitation, he curved them around you, just causing pressure on your walls before taking out to fill you up again.

"That's my good girl," he praised, feeling more alive and veins pulsing as you contracted around him, if he was able to ignore how hard he was before, now it was impossible.

Mind blank, not thinking straight, he pushed his hips into the mattress, feeling sensitive as he stifled a groan. "Feels good? Right, puppet?" he asked, keeping his eyes open on you as your head was thrown back and a limp hand resting in his curls, just confirming what a good job he was doing.

Without even having the opportunity to respond, Alex closed his eyes, still mesmerized by your scent as well as your taste that lingered on his tongue and licked your clit, continuing this for a short while until he sucked it into his lips.

Loving your reaction to him, he allowed himself to be more violent and urgent, putting more pressure on the spot as he brought his fingers in until they were nearly out and then thrust them into you all at once until you were as loud as possible to his ears.

Unable to stop himself, he spread his knees, repeatedly moving, albeit slowly, his body against the mattress, still giving you due attention.

"Alex," you were tired, sounding incoherent, hands free and messy not knowing where to stand or hold.

Your legs shook as your thighs tightened around him, making him slow down considerably to prolong it, not that you were in a position to notice. You squirmed further, whimpering disconnected words, leaving Alex free of any worries other than getting you there for him.

As your entire body screamed and your weight pressed against the bed, your toes curled, and with Alex still kissing your center and lightly sucking on your clit, you felt satisfied, pulling more of his hair as you rubbed your inner thighs in his growing beard, you felt weak in the knees but still relaxed in your muscles.

"Babe," you pulled his locks, which was in vain. He held you to him with both hands, still licking you and the feeling was like your body couldn't take it but it feels wrong to tell him to stop Just because you were too sensitive. "Fuck, Alex, that's too much," you sighed in exhaustion.

You knew his hands were on your waist, but you didn't even have control over your body. You couldn't tell if you were squeezing him into your legs or if you were giving him the opening he needed, but no matter how much you grumbled at him, you didn't want him to stop.

You just remembered closing your eyes tight, feeling your mouth dry and your belly tingling and being more sensitive than ever, and soon feeling light, body soft, weak as your breathing became noticeable again.

Faced with your eyes still closed, mouth half open and fist hovering over your sweaty forehead, Alex worried a little, and slowly lifted his head from your stomach without having much sense of space either, and asked, "You're fine, right?"

You laughed weakly, calming him down and held up your thumb to confirm that you were.

He unfolded your knees, adjusted his shirt so you could be comfortable, and stood up to get rid of the pants he was still wearing.

Feeling more comfortable than usual, Alex soon noticed the stains, as well as how sticky he was, on the baby blue fabric, which made him chuckle to himself, inside he knew that at some point that would happen.

He looked at you for a few seconds, seeing you turn sideways looking for him, and he could swear you looked even more gorgeous like that, all tired because of him and all dressed in a sweet satisfied smile, "Is this what I think?" You asked, snuggling up in bed, the corners of your mouth now turning wider.

He removed the belt, along with the pants, only confirming that vividly, "yeah, you make me feel like a teenager in heat, satisfied?"

You bit your lip, motionless, admiring him giggling as he took off his boxers and cleaned himself up.

He went quickly to the bathroom and came back to you who was focused on thinking with your eyes closed, then he was at your side, pulling you to him.

You pushed your face into his chest, feeling relaxed by the scent of him. He also seemed to be less tense and it was noticeable how his shoulders were calmer, as well as his touch on you was more delicate than before.

"Are we going to ignore the fact that you just got there without me even touchin' you myself?" You sounded slurred, clearly tired, and Alex knew it in your smug, exhausted smile.

"In theory, you were touchin' me." He closed his eyes, kissing your forehead and head, wondering how lucky someone must be to have you.

You snuggled deeper into him, moaning a little as you put your leg over his waist from the contact and how you were still sensitive. Alex released his arms from around you a bit, waiting until you were using his body properly as a pillow/mattress, only going back until he had you in his arms tight again when you'd pleaded to him that everything was fine.

"Do you want me to do something? I could suck you off, I think," you murmured into his chest, body still spasming slightly as he held you tight. "You're still a bit swollen, it doesn't seem fair."

He chuckled, which was partly true but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle, plus he didn't expect and wouldn't make you feel like you needed to, especially knowing you were tired. "No need, I feel good, maybe another time." He kissed your lips, and hair, watching you open your eyes slowly and stare at him for a few seconds, his hair was so out of order that he was sure it could scare you if it wasn't already your habit to tell him that you found him attractive like that, you smiled and then sighed, "Al?" You didn't insist, but not ruling out in your mind how he would wake up the next morning all happy and you could soothe him with your lips before he even woke up.

He sighed heavily, pushing the hair out of your face, he wanted to sleep but he wouldn't until he saw you fall asleep, "I'm 'ere, darlin'" He ran a hand down your back, under your T-shirt.

"I love you, okay?" Your eyes closed again, in pure peace. "A lot."

He buried his nose into your hair, hugging you fully, with both arms, and concluded that he would never have a bad day as long as you were there with/for him and replied, "I love you too, puppet," he kissed your cheek, holding your waist closer to him as if it were possible for you to escape. "A lot more."

[jewbeloved]

hi hi!! your fics are great!! if you don’t wanna do this you don’t gotta ^^

kyle, kenny, heidi and tweek with an albino s/o?? only if you want to!!! :D (also this is just a question but do you do fics too?? or just headcanons?? thanks!! love your works btw :) )

🎨 anon

Kyle, Kenny, Heidi, and Tweek with a albino s/o🤍✅🎀

Note: To answer your question, I do both. But I prefer to do headcanons more often.

Warnings: none

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎀

Gotta be honest, nobody has seen an albino person in south park before aside from the ginger kids.

Kyle thought you were unique and interesting, you have clear pale skin and pure white hair. He wanted to know more about you.

Kyle would be glad to help buy you clothes to keep your skin protected from the sun! That is...if your skin is sensitive to the sun.

When he saw your eyes, he was flabbergasted. He never saw someone with blue, hazel, or brown eyes before (We don't talk about that time he got possessed by the Christmas spirit)

But that's only if you do have blue, hazel, or brown eyes. Man is still learning about albinism please help him out 😭😭😭😭

Cartman would say that you look like the ginger kids except you have white hair and look like a ghost.

Kyle would deck him like always, he could careless on what his s/o looks like.💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍖

Kenny thought you were a ghost when he first saw you and then apologized right afterwards for assuming.😭😭

He has also never seen an albino person before either so he is very interested in you and your appearance.

Kenny would lend you some of his parkas if you needed something to protect yourself from the sun.

He will also buy you some sunscreen, but probably only the cheap ones since he is poor. But you'd help him pay for the ones you need.

But besides that, he loves hanging out with you! He probably might play with your hair and put it into different styles (If you let him).

He didn't understand why people were weirded out by your pale skin and white hair.

He'll get more aggressive if they continue to make you feel bad about being an albino.

Being different is fine because it makes Kenny interested in you <3🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💚 Heidi Turner 🎀

Oh my god, she absolutely loves you! and the way you dress (If you're into fashion or not).

She didn't understand why you always wore sunglasses on a sunny day until you told her that your skin is sensitive to the sun.

She'd buy you a whole pack of sunscreen and other sun protection clothing if you need them.

Although your appearance did get her attention for a min, she still saw you as a normal person to hangout with.

You both would talk for hours (If you're talkative) and she would get to know more about your albinoism.

She wouldn't admit it, but she likes holding both of your hands in hers. She likes the feeling of your soft skin <3

She is still happy to have a s/o who isn't a manipulative sociopath like her ex...💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

Tweek would probably stare at you for like an hour, but he would stop once he realizes he's making you uncomfortable. Has anybody in south park ever seen an albino person before?????

If you never explained that you have albinoism he probably would have thought you were sent from the government uncover.

Like Heidi, Tweek probably likes holding both of your hands into his. It calms him down when he's having one of his constant twitches or panic attacks.

Tweek doesn't know much about albino people so he'll sit down and listen to you explaining it to him. (But he'll probably get distracted a little).

He volunteers to help pay for the clothes and accessories you need to protect yourself from the sun.

He really likes your hair so he'll probably also play with it as a stim.💛💛💛💛💛💛

I need to play some more music when I'm writing my prompts, it helps me focus.

[signfromeywa]

I have to say: I love your blog 🥰. I love everything, your OCs, the lore you show little by little, the interesting but fluffy couple dynamics. Etc etc.

I just came here to leave my opinión about Turner and Ana

I feel that, to a certain extent, Turner needed that avatar more than Ana. The circumstances in which he received it were not the best (oh Ana... 😭) But from what I understood from that little story you wrote, Turner was basically just hours away from dying, It's interesting to see how his character arc is basically that he was given a second chance to live and he must learn not to waste it and start a new and healthy one.

As for Ana... Her relationship with Ean'tu is interesting, usually in canon and fanfics involving a relationship between a Na'vi and a human, the human has an avatar that they then transfer to. I'm not complaining, but I feel like it's wasted potential to not explore a dynamic where the human STAYS human. We are talking about a romance that has every chance of failing... but it doesn't, that despite biological, physical and cultural differences, it prospered until it became something beautiful ❤️ even if it ends tragically 💔

Hello! Thank you for your kind words and all your thoughts about my characters 🥰 I am happy that you enjoy them and my blog!

To Turner:

Yes he needed that body even if he would never have dared to ask for one. He always thought he was not worth a second chance in life. He feels damn guilty that he has the body and the second chance and his friend Ana is not. This thoughts keeps him awake at night.

But also he learned to accept the new body and find joy in his new life doing the training from the Na'vi and Mo'at helping him, to accept the body. He needed a lot of spiritual training to get one with his body, because it was a traumatic event when he moved to his new body. It needed time to heal.

About Ana:

Ana and Ean'tu love each other despite the differences in species. She never had and never will get an Avatar. Ean'tu always said, he is aware that she is different, she is human. But he loves her the way she is. He fell in love with a human and thinks she is beautiful in the way she is. He doesn't want to change her. He wants the real Ana by his side.

Also Ana doesn't see the need in an Avatar body. Yes it's hard in Pandora that she can't breathe the air. Also the size difference and that she can't eat everything that grows on Pandora, but still she takes all that burden to be with her husband. To live along with him! She knows from the beginning she doesn't have an Avatar and that she falls in love with Ean'tu, a Na'vi! She knew that this would come with problems she has to overcome and she did! But still they can be together!

Even if they would offer Ana a Na'vi body, Ean'tu and Ana would not want it. He loves her like she is and she knows that he fully accepts her how she is. He loves her pale skin and her brown hair with the little pointy nose. He likes how elegant and filigree she is. He is madly in love with his human wife. And of course what really counts is the soul.

He would recognize and love her in every form and color. 💜

(also both are aware that she will not live as long as Ean'tu. But they still stay together and Ean'tu will be with her till she dies and he is prepared 🥺💜)

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Do you think that albus being bad at magic is the only necessity in turns of his intelligence? Like if he was a genius at stuff like engineering would that change his character to much? (Aka is albus being really special and good at something make him a lesser character then what he is. Is him being bad at a lot of stuff Essential to him?)

No, I actually think it fits him! I believe Albus is just... not too good at magic. But he excels at things outside of school, especially if he's interested in them!

When I say "Albus isn't academically gifted", I don't mean he's stupid or anything. I do think he's smart! Just differently. He cares about the things he cares about, and if something benefits him or his end goal, he'll learn it. It's very Slytherin esque of him in my opinion. So no, him being very good at something doesn't lessen his character, but him being a brain wizz at everything ever would.

Similarly I think engineering is perfect for Albus! We know from the play that he enjoys making things more interesting, doing things differently than the norm (usually which are more fun). He's great at making plans and only needs help at roughing out the details and the final execution. Why wouldn't he love creating and fixing things? I mean the Time Turner was a very intricate piece of equipment and we know he was interested in that.

Anywho, you shouldn't characterise Albus differently from how you want just because I said its ooc, I mean even I don't characterise him 100% correctly in my writing, sometimes I like to change parts of his personality or flanderize aspects to make it more fresh and original. But if you're aiming to try make him realistic to his play self... I suppose I'm not THAT bad of a place to start (pushes up my glasses like an anime character and chuckles like "kekekeke").

Thanks for the ask anon!!! ^_^

[slavghoul]

Big news for Ghost this week, with the release of their brand new EP of covers, Phantomime, this Friday May 19th, and two days later, the launch of an eight-date French tour. Frontman Tobias Forge tells us more about the creation of this record, as well as his future projects and the few unforeseen events that have come his way...

I guess you must be very busy with the promotion of Ghost these last few days here in Paris, but have you planned any time for yourself, like a vinyl shopping session for example?

Yes, I have, but it's really just a hobby for me: whenever I go somewhere I go to record shops, it's kind of my own relaxation. As far as promotion goes, these few days are indeed quite productive with a busy schedule, but it's actually quite nice to sit here, watching what's going on around me, at least it's more pleasant than doing a day of interviews locked up in four walls. I'm more of a stimulus kind of person, so when I have a phone call with someone I play Playstation at the same time, so I can concentrate on something while I'm talking. My whole life has always been a bit like that, listening to a record at home with the TV on.

You're releasing an EP of five covers on which you cover Television, The Stranglers, Genesis, Iron Maiden and even Tina Turner. How do you choose the songs for the covers on your EPs? Are they songs that meant a lot to you, that you listened to a lot when you were young, or are you looking for lyrics or a theme corresponding to the Ghost universe with references to religion for example?

It's a little bit of all of that at the same time! But the main criterion, what counts the most for me, is really the lyrics. From the rhymes used to the existential, philosophical or biblical themes. Of course, we could have fun covering "Disco Inferno" and try to put our own spin on it, but I think we need to be able to add a little something to it. I actually like to take songs that are written in a different way to my own, so I'm always trying to find songs that I couldn't have written myself. If I opened a restaurant tomorrow, I would have to find different dishes to enrich and diversify my menu. It's also a way for me to learn, to experiment. Besides, the exercise of reworking is always interesting, and sometimes it works, other times it doesn't.

Does this mean that you have considered other covers than these five titles?

Yes, I did. And the covers that didn't work just don't appear on this record! My original idea was to do a whole album of covers. And I had to take half of the songs off, because five of them didn't really fit with what we wanted to do with them, or they didn't sound like they were finished.

For example, I recorded a Rush track, but I felt I wasn't adding anything to the song. Not to say that other bands are flawed, but I just think that Rush's music is too perfect. There is nothing to improve, nothing to emphasize or accentuate, no nuance to add this or that contrast to. I felt like I was playing Rush just like a lot of teenage boys do, and nothing more. I'm not implying that girls don't like Rush, of course, but you know, there's that old joke that Rush is a teenage boys band. In any case, I felt that my version was going to be a bit too redundant to the original song.

Then there were other songs that made it to the quarter finals, if I may say so [laughs], that we dropped because there was too much to improve on, or the overall quality was not good. I can have a really good idea on paper, and then listen to the piece and think it doesn't work very well, or it's not entertaining enough.

How did the recording of the EP go?

The demos of all these covers were made at the same time as the recording of Impera. The producer of the album told us that he didn't want to deal with covers. That's fine, and it's true that it doesn't pay to do covers. We had just come out of the Impera recording session and we were exhausted. It was very hard, after all it's often said that the fifth album is particularly difficult. We had quite a lot of ambitions for this record, it took a lot of time and energy, and when it was finished, my engineer Martin and I went back to the studio, with the idea of recording another album.

But once we'd recorded those demos, I realised that there were some things that weren't quite right and that we had to take out. We kept those five songs. Five rock songs, full stop. Keeping things simple, easy, and even for the recording: it was good to remember that not everything is as difficult as the album we just finished. This EP is ultimately something spontaneous, simple, and having the demos already made it easier for us. Anyway, I had a lot of fun making it, from the recording to the mix, the atmosphere was quite happy.

You can feel this on the EP, this lightness and a feeling of fluidity. Without it being too basic, because there is a serious work on the arrangements and the atmospheres, which sound very Ghost by the way.

I'm glad to hear that, because that's exactly what I was looking for: to convey that lightness without the final product sounding half-baked, if I can say that! What I mean is that when you go into the studio for an album, you're 110%, whereas for an EP, with only covers, it's normal to be 100%. But I didn't want the difference to be felt between the two, like between the first Star Wars and the 1978 Star Wars Christmas Special! [Laughs]

It's been a year to the day since the Impera album was released. How do you look back on this fifth album, which marked a turning point in Ghost's rise?

In a way I feel relief, because this album has fulfilled its mission, the one it was supposed to fulfill. I don't want to fool the fans into thinking that it's all about magic and believing in it and so on. You have to be pragmatic and think about the results you got with the album. Of course, with every new album you are convinced that it is the best, but after the release you have to see what it does on stage. It's only by seeing how well that performance worked that you can tell if that album is good or not, in the end. Today, one year after the release, I can say that Impera holds up well. What has distorted our perception a little bit is what happened on the side.

You mean what happened with "Mary On A Cross", a track released on a 2-track EP in 2019 but which went viral last year on TikTok?

Yeah, when it came out, it kind of messed up our album cycle. It wasn't a problem per se, but it's just that we didn't plan for it at all, it kind of got in the way. And the label panicked and said "What are we going to do?!" I told them we weren't going to do anything. It was already out of our control, already naturally present on TikTok, what could we do? As we didn't want to damage the Impera promo, but we didn't want to lose the song "Mary On A Cross" either, we did the bare minimum, but our priority was really to get back to what we wanted to do as soon as possible at that point, which was to focus on our Impera. And then, from a pragmatic and slightly cynical point of view, we didn't want our historical fans to think that we were going to stop everything to please these newcomers who discovered the band via TikTok.

As far as Impera is concerned, I only realised today that it was an anniversary. Looking back, I can see that the cycle that started with this album, from its release to the tours, has been one of the most important in the history of Ghost, and that's really great. Now we're preparing for the next tour, which will start at your place [the Re-Imperatour kicks off this Sunday, May 21st in Rouen], and there are future projects that we're trying to work on. It's been a year since the record came out, but really it's been two years since the recording, and now it's time to move on to the next thing... things will start moving in the autumn, I hope.

Are you talking about the sixth Ghost album?

Yes, that famous sixth album, as difficult to make as the fifth! I've already started working on it, and after the tours this year it will be time to go into the studio for that.

So for me, the goal is to manage all these things at the same time without losing sight of these goals and next steps. So of course I'm happy that there are lots of new fans coming through TikTok. And I also welcome those who don't like the TikTok track but discover the rest of our discography and join us. But the most important thing is really to stay on our trajectory, and not to stray from the path we've set for ourselves. We have to make sure that we don't forget our mission, just because someone says they like fucking gnocchi better when we serve sushi. [Laughs]

What you're saying here is a bit like what you were telling us earlier, when you were talking about your care in planning things and having a vision for the band.

Exactly, it's very important for me. Being an artist is not just about aesthetics, it's about many other things. I've always been interested in the holistic approach, in this more global vision of things. To use the image of the restaurant business that I used earlier: I like to cook, but I also like books, people, interior design. In fact it's a collection of many things, and they're all important, almost in equal measure. Some rock or pop artists, or even actors, have been able to break through almost by accident, but that's not usually how it works. You have to work a lot, but above all you have to make a lot of decisions yourself, otherwise others will make them for you, and it will be done in an unthinking way, without a long term vision. It's impossible for me, as a control freak, to consider that! [Laughs]

[mxlfoydraco]

hey Serra! I'm curious, what are some of your favourite tropes/genres to read fic? in the broadest sense I mean, not just relationship tropes. I personally love time travel fics, do you like them? (also if you have any recs at all either time travel or for your favourite tropes I'm all ears 👀👂)

Hi! In general I really like reading Harry and Draco working together, I do like time travel tropes as well and I love it when both are combined! I'm adding on to my existing Universe/Timeline Hopping list. I had a lot of fun making this list, so many favorites. <3

Time Travel

Always Already by @aibidil (170k)

It’s 2004: Harry teaches primary school and loves his job and friends; It’s 1980: Harry has to fight Voldemort, again; It’s 2004: Draco is a trainee Healer and reformed member of society; It’s 1980: Draco has to face his father’s cruelty; It’s 2004: Harry and Draco definitely aren’t lonely or depressed or traumatised; It’s 1980: Harry and Draco listen to Kate Bush and watch Dallas and drive a 1979 Ford Cortina; It’s 2004, it’s 1980, it’s…

Far From The Tree by aideomai (112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

And So Death Took by @icmezzo (25k)

Fairy tales may soothe small children into slumber, but some stories themselves refuse to sleep. The Tale of Three Brothers, retold.

Our Time by @m0srael (39k)

Draco Malfoy is an expert in Ancient Runes at Oxford University’s College of Advanced Magical Studies. When he isn’t at the head of a lecture hall, he spends his time alone in cavernous libraries with only crumbling scrolls and runic dictionaries for company. One day, a group of Ministry officials interrupts his research with the aim of recruiting him to lead an elite team of investigators in a top-secret race against time to decrypt a set of recently uncovered ancient runes that threaten the very fabric of time. Draco feels certain he can save the world, if only he didn’t keep getting distracted by his co-lead, one Chief Cursebreaker Harry Potter. If only that distraction didn’t evolve into something so much more.

Chrononauts by AnnaFugazzi (39k)

Harry and Draco learn that Time is making fools of them again. And then they learn it… again.

Chronological Displacement by bookinit (89k)

In which Harry and Draco have a time-turner accident, and many things go wrong, but a lot of things also go right. Featuring: reptilian bonding night, canon-inaccurate animagus lessons, and a fuck-ton of pining.

aka the fic where Harry finds his family, and fights to keep them.

The White Pawn by Soupy_George (80k)

When eighteen-year-old Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts on the eve of Voldemort’s infamous return, he is confronted with the most difficult decision he’s ever had to make: Relive the 6th year at school he’s tried so hard to forget, or do the unthinkable and ally himself with Potter’s lot…

An Emerald In The Sky by @corvuscrowned (6k)

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone. Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he’s been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles.

Eternally Consistent by kitsunealyc (44k)

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy's doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.

Quick as a Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity by @onbeinganangel (10k)

Can you fall in love with someone by simply watching them fiercely love another version of yourself?

Time and Again by lauren3210 (28k)

Draco has an important research assignment, and he needs Auror protection. Harry’s a little concerned, not only because he can’t even pronounce the places Draco’s dragging him off to, but because there’s the slightest chance he might do something stupid, like tell Draco all about that little crush he’s been harbouring for a while now...

Brevem Conspectum by lauren3210 (1k)

During a routine clearing of an old Death Eater house, Harry stumbles over an ancient spell that sends him somewhere completely different. He has to work out where he is and how to get back. Or if he even wants to.

Our Little Life by @tackytigerfic (7k)

Sometimes Harry dreams. Only they're not really dreams at all, and Malfoy is always in them. It's time travel, but not as we know it, and Harry just needs a good night's sleep.

Turning Leaves by @kbrick (112k)

Draco and Harry have a one-night stand that ends in disaster after Harry tells Draco he's unable to move beyond their poisonous past. So when Draco finds an unusual Time-Turner in the Department of Mysteries, he seizes the opportunity to start fresh with Harry. Only instead of fixing things, he keeps making them worse.

Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet (43k)

Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known… It comes to him as ideas often did: too late. Or, Harry dreams of his past lives, and Draco is in every one.

Just a Matter of Time by @gracerene (23k)

Draco's in a bit of a rut. He's nearing forty, divorced, and he still can't figure out how to make his Time Turner reconstruction work. He's bored, he can admit it, so he's not nearly as concerned as he should be when his pet project malfunctions and sends him twenty years into the past. That is, until he ends up relying on a nineteen-year-old Harry Potter for help and starts developing some very inconvenient—and possibly reciprocated—feelings.

Don't Want to Miss a Thing by @tryslora (8k)

Once upon a time, Ron had warned Harry about the dangers of workplace romances, but Harry didn’t listen and he and Draco became an item. But after nearly three years together, Harry broke it off. Fifteen months later, the two find it nearly impossible to work together, except when forced into an uneasy alliance. But this assignment isn’t just complicated (it’s amazing the trouble that can be caused by seven time turners and some creative magic), it’s personal, and Harry and Draco are forced to take another look at their relationship.

Wish You Were Here by cryptonym (17k)

[Snape] leans on the table, towering over me like a vulture watching its prey, his eyes boring into me. “If I were in your position, I would be considering my history as I know it. If you are here now, you were always meant to be here.” Career Choices: Harry: Time Traveller; Draco: Time Trial Test Subject

Primal Urges by @heyitsamorette (10k)

An eighth year fic …er … or should I say, a prehistoric fic? Draco gets hurtled back in time and meets caveman!Potter, who seems to like him much more than normal!Potter. Quite a bit more, actually.

Time Loops

At the Crossroads There We’ll Meet by @firethesound (24k)

Potter keeps dying; Draco keeps saving him.

The Inconvenient Death(s) of Harry Potter by @nv-md (33k)

Harry and Draco have spent the decade since the War avoiding each other, even as they’re forced to work together at the Ministry and their friend groups begin to alarmingly overlap. But what happens when Harry meets a tragic end (in a manner of speaking) and Draco’s the only one who can save him? Or Harry won’t stop dying, Draco’s had too much coffee, and there’s more than enough time for them to make a mess of each other’s lives.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (70k)

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[callumsgirl]

one new message

Hey Fellas❤️There was another one shot scene in my head for quite a while now. I need to share it with you and please LMK what you are thinking about it!

pairing: Austin Butler x Callum Turner

summary: Callum had a tough week - learning new lines, filming until the sun went down and answering questions at press events. After all the stress, he finally had a weekend off and had planned a quiet evening with a relaxing series and maybe a scotch. Lying on the couch, relaxing and when he receives a message from an unknown number, the series is long forgotten. Callum receives an erotic, beautiful photo of you… Now he just has to convince you to ditch the guy you've been meaning to message and focus on him instead.

warnings: a scene full of flirting, dirty talk, sharing dirty picutres, first first sexual experiences, men x men, Callum touching himself while he's thinking about Austin

Callum had endured such a long week at work and filming his new project, all he wanted to do was change ouf of his black suit, grab dinner and a scotch and lounge around on the couch in his black brief boxers without a responsibility in sight.

Nobody should have to work until ten on a saturday night, but it had taken him that long to sort through the massive playbock and learning new lines for monday morning. At least now he had nothing planned for the rest of his evening.

His hotel room kinda too hot, the conditioning system too loud, and the glass with scotch on ice too cold pressed to his bare thigh as he reached for the TV remote let some droplets of condensation.

It felt awesome, a shiver run down his spine. Callum switched through Amazon Prime and Netflix to pick a series or a movie but he couldn't decide yet. He took another sip of his drink as his phone vibrated next to him. With a soft grunt, he abandoned the remote in favor of the phone and unlocked it with his pass code.

There was a next text message from an unknown number, and there was a photo attached. He grimaced, afraid of what he was going to find if he tapped on it. He read the phone number twice, but it didn't sound familiar beyond the Chelsea area code. He let his head tip back as he recalled the time he pissed one of his co-stars off and she gave his phone number to random women or men in retaliation. Callum really hoped he wasn't going to have to kindly ask someone to stop sending him ugly foot pics like last time. 

Before he lost the nerve, he tapped on the message, and his screen was suddenly filled with a photo of a men who looked just a few years younger than him. And he was hot. He paused with his glas of scotch halfway to his lips before letting it settle back down to his thigh. 

Hey,Barry. It's me, you wrote you number on my arm and your friend Sarah thought we both were a great match...idk why I'm texting you...haven't thought you were interested.. but now you have my number, too.

Callum didn't know who the hell Barry was, but he wasn't mad about the mix-up.

This photo was something else. It almost looked like it was taken in the the streets at night. But whoever you were.... damn, you were stunning. These black pants fit your legs pretty well, and the fabric of your all shirt was fitting your tonned torso and arms as well. Your dark blond hair looked fluffy and soft. Suddenly Callum felt the urge to touch it if he could. All pretty features and then there war your smiling - a bit playful, a bit shy, but absolutely breathtaking like you had a secret you want tell yet. 

It took him a moment to stop staring at the photo and return to the previous screen and your message. He was going to have to tell you that he wasn't Barry and that you had the wrong number, but he just sat there and tapped his phone case instead. He didn't even like the name Barry, but damn if he didn't want to be Barry right now. That lucky bastard had you interested in him. 

Callum was wondering how the mix-up happened in the first place as he drafted up a text to you. Only some sort of fucking idiot wouldn't check and double check that he gave you the right number. "Amateurs," he mumbled as he typed with a little smirk on his face.

Hey darlin', sorry to inform you, but this actually isn't Barry. However, I wouldn't mind one bit if you kept sending me the photos that are meant for him.

He hit send and tossed his phone aside, assuming you'd just block him and move on with your night. He brought his glas back to his lips and enjoyed the way the drink helped cool him down while he contemplated taking a shower, but when he reached for the remote again, his phone vibrated. 

There was another message from the same number. Intrigued, Callum unlocked his phone again, and he was pleased to see another text and another photo. God damn, he thought.

Hey, thanks for letting me know you aren't Barry. Wish you a great evening.

This photo was totally different to the first one. You were leaning with your hips against the bar and your muscular arm was wrapped around a petite brunette. She had one hand resting on your chest and was holding a cocktail with the other. You two seemed to be having great time and suddenly you regretted coming back to the hotel so late. Plus Callum was sure that was the Old Manhatten Club, which pissed him off, because he got out of work so late he didn't feel like going out tonight. Maybe if he had been there, you wouldn't have been talking to Barry in the first place.

"Damn it." He was intrigued. He wanted to know more about you.

My night is substantially better now that I have two photos of you, pretty golden boy. So where did Barry get off to anyway? And why is he trying to steal my phone number?

This time Callum was dying for another response. But it didn't come. He stared at his phone for a solid minute before returning to his scotch and downing the rest of the glas.

Still nothing.

He got up and made his way to the small fridge. He put his empty glass down before filling it half full again. Then he picked up the phone and ordered a late-night snack from room service.

Callum probably shouldn't keep drinking, but the impatience in his stomach needed to be numbed. Then his mobile phone buzzed and when he looked over at the couch, the screen lit up.

He slammed the fridge door and heading back to his phone. There was no photo this time, but there was a new message. Callum licked his lips and started to read.

It was actually just a dumb tinder date. My friends tried to get me hooked up…I actually lost Barry in the crowd, so really, the man could be just about anywhere. And I don't think he was trying to steal your number at all, Not-Barry. He wrote it on my arm, smirked dirty and it smeared before I could add it to my phone.

"Okay," Callum said out loud. "Now we're getting somewhere." He sat down on the couch with his second scotch on the coffee table and started a new message. 

A tinder date, pretty golden boy? Why are your friends thinking you need to get laid? Barry clearly needs dating tips…with someone like you, you don't take such a risk and just write your number on your arm.

Callum smiled and decided that he was going to have no shame for the night. Not as long as you kept writing back to him. He was contemplating how to save your number in his phone when another selfie with a message came through.

You were on the roof terrace and your friend, Callum guessed it was the petite brunette one, took aenother picture of you with a smile on your face. Now yo were wearing a black leather jacket and your pretty, plumb lips were distracting Callum.

Does this number look familiar? Still no actual Barry in sight, by the way... 

Callum supposed that the 7 could have been mistaken for a 1. Or maybe Barry's phone number had a 5 that got smeared into a 6. It didn't really matter. Callum was going to shoot his shot and hope Barry didn't resurface. 

Good, Barry can just stay lost. What's your name, pretty golden boy?

Then he saved your number as Pretty Golden Boy, and this time he did manage to turn the TV on while he waited with his phone in his hand. He muted the Netflix series and picked up his scotch before promptly setting it back down again.

Pretty Golden Boy: Don't shot so fast fast, darlin'. You tell me your name first...and how old you are. I need to make sure you aren't a series killer who try to hook me up...and your blood type and your eye color...last thing...you first movie where you cried.

Pretty and smart, he thought. Callum laughed and started typing. He realized he hadn't stopped smiling for the last twenty minutes as he hit send.

My name is Callum and I'm 34 A positive, blue-green, not a movie but Band of Brothers...for sure. Hope you're reliable, pretty golden boy.

On a regular night, the netflix series would have held his attention, but tonight he couldn't stop looking at his phone. "Come on, pretty golden boy," he muttered, running his cool glas of scotch along his thigh before taking another sip. 

Pretty Golden Boy: One point for your fast response, Callum. Looks like you aren't a series killer at first sight. Now you have my attention. Send me a selfie exactly where you are, and I'll think about telling you my name. No changing into something nicer. No fixing your hair. Just a selfie. Right now.

Callum looked down at himself in just his black boxer briefs and mumbled, "If that's your wish, darlin'." When he set his phone camera to selfie mode, he looked at the screen and realized his hair still looked pretty decent from filming earlier this day. So he went ahead and took a picture where he was wearing a bit of a skeptical smirk, and before he sent it he added another picuture from his photo galery.

And now his heart was beating a little faster.

This was probably where you'd stop responding. Oh hell, at least he went for it, but a few minutes later, you still hadn't sent anything back to him. Maybe he could have pull a shirt on before sending the picutre, because you had never know he were almost naked an his couch. Clearly you were sending him actual selfies you'd taken tonight, and he did exactly what you'd told him to. Then his phone vibrated and his heart skipped a beat.

Pretty Golden Boy: ...Do you really expect me to believe that you're not just googling hot shirtless guy with a breathtaking smile, downloading a photo, and trying to pass it off as yourself? Not even Tinder has such attractive guys running around.

He tipped his head back and laughed loud and huskily. There was just something about you he really liked. He didn't even know your name or what your voice sounded like, but he could already tell he was going to like both of those things. If you ever told him or let him hear you.

Why should I cheat? That's really me, darlin'. I promise. Want see another picture real fast so i can't google hot shirtless guy with a breathtaking smile? Will you tell me your name now? Or do I have to keep calling you Pretty Golden Boy forever?

He was wondering if you were still at the bar, surrounded by guys like Barry who would love to take you home while you were chatting with him. And he hoped the next text would contain your name. But you just ignored him when you wrote back a few minutes later. 

Pretty Golden Boy: Prove you're not just sending some photos of a random hot guy google recommended you. Last 3 pictures from your galerie!

"He's smart and definitly a handful," Callum murmured as opened his photo galerie. Maybe the last thirty pictures where taken at the press events this afternoon. He thought to skip these pictures because their weren't really personal of just him. Plus he was a bit nervous that you would stop texting back if you saw these picutres.

Then his phone vibrated again.

Pretty Golden Boy: No research! Show me!

"Fuck", he smirked. "Smart, hot and unpatiend", he licked his lips anf started to collect three picutres. It would keep his secret that he skipped most of the press event picutres. He chose one current picture of the press event and then another two from earlier this week.

He stood up when it knocked on his door. "One moment please!", Callum yelled and pulled a white shirt over his head. He didn't want to risk another young, inexperienced apprentice standing outside his door and almost fainting. Halfway to the door, he stopped again and took a deep breath as he stared down at his bare legs. "Just dinner, Turner," he reassured himself.

Two minutes later he was lying in bed, half under the white duvet, eating his burger and fries. Callum finished his message and attached the photos and then sent them off while he finished his dinner.

Sorry, room service interrupted my research. What is this, Pretty Golden Boy? A hostage negotiation? I already told you, that's really me.

Before his phone vibrated again Callum sent another picutre. He's laying in bed and eating his dinner.

It didn't take too long for you to respond this time, and Callum wasn't even letting his screen dim long enough to need to unlock it now.

Pretty Golden Boy: Are you an actor or something? Looking good...are you real? Are you naked under these sheets?

"Goddamn," he muttered. Of course he wasn't. Did you want him to be? Shit, he needed to stop thinking about that dirty stuff.

Yes, I'm an actor. I'm not naked under my sheets. There was room service a few minutes ago, darlin' You told me not to get changed or anything, so I'm laying in my bed half naked.

He felt flushed and too warm as he set his phone down on the bed and stood up to open some windows. Then he walked to his bed and his heart skipped another one or two beats. He felt warm und the blood was rushing through his venes.

He wasn't even with you, and you were under his skin. 

He closed his eyes, fluttering, and rubbed one hand flat over his chest. His heartbeat hummed under his palm - too loud and definitely too fast. Callum swallowed hard and again your images flashed before his eyes. How desperately he wanted to run his thumb over your bottom lip, to touch you and hear your voice.

It was terrifying how much he wanted you, even though he didn't know you.

When he returned to his phone, there was another selfie and a message waiting for him. In the photo, you were not in the bar anymore. It looked like an appartment or something you Callum askend himself if it would be your place or your friends place...or Barry's. He shook his head and suppressed the thought.

Then he focussed on you again. Your brunette friend had definitely taken another photo of you and the way you were looking through the mirror at the camera with your eyelids half lowered made Callum sigh and groan.

Pretty Golden Boy: My friend Jess thinks there is something pretty wrong with me. We were at this Old Manhatten Club and a bunch of attractive guys were talking to me, but I only looked down my phone, just because of your messages. Now Jess thinks she need to work harder to get me laid and, suprise she'll create another online dating profile for myself.

"Shit, shit, shit", Callum grumbled and thought about getting dressed and heading out whereever his pretty golden boy was. Then maybe he could hear you tell him your name in person right before he pulled kissed you and fixed the problem of your friend Jess. Callum would lay you down by himself.

Old Manhatten is a good place to meet up. You don't need another online dating profile! Tinder is full of dumb idiots! Are you at your friends house or your place? I could pick you up, pretty golden boy.

Callum started heading to his closet when his phone vibrated in his hand.

Pretty Golden Boy: Are you knowing the Old Manhatten Club or just saying this to hook me up? Did you meet your dates at Old Manhatten Club?! I'm at my place and Jess is heading home soon. I'm not telling you my adress yet.

Not yet. That sounds...good and that they where getting somewhere good.

"Fuck, no!," he grunted, typing so quickly he had to go back and fix several spelling errors before he could send it. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, so he paused before getting any clothing out of his closet.

No! I knew this Club quite well because a friend of mine is the owner. You can ask Tom, the bartender. I would never meet my dates at a place like this. I like it more casual, romantic if you say so. Will you lay down in your bed now, pretty golden boy? Not yet, hmm..sounds fine to me. We'll work on this later.

Callum collapsed onto his bed with his forearm over his eyes and his phone clutched to his chest. He didn't have to check the time to know it had been a while since he texted you. He also didn't have to look at his phone to know it was after midnight now and that you and he had been chatting for almost two hours. He run his hand through his dark brown and soft hair when the phone vibrated against his chest.

Pretty Golden Boy: Alright, Callum Turner now I know everything I need to know about you.

Callum winced and felt his chest tighten. He watched impatiently as the three dots continued to dance across the disply. One by one, your messages arrived and he inevitably held his breath.

Pretty Golden Boy: Tom is pretty funny tbh. He's a real gentleman, and your story has been proven true.

Another three dots crossed his display.

Thank God! He was going to owe Tom big time.

Pretty Golden Boy: Tom mentioned that you come to his club every time you are in town, and that you hooked up with a young woman once.

He continued typing as he rolled onto his stomach and stroked his hair. A few dark strands of hair were sticking out wildly and could hardly be tamed.

I'm 34 and no angel. Maybe I've had sex with some people I shouldn't have slept with, but are you really going to open that chapter, pretty golden boy?

Callum closed his eyes and thought about the actress who had taken him into the bathroom with her last year. He was pretty sure she had brown hair, but other than that, he couldn't really recall.

He wouldn't mind taking a trip there with you, that was for sure. Or maybe you and he could skip the scandalous bar hookup and just go right to dinner or a movie. For some reason, he thought he might actually prefer that. Not that he would refuse to lie naked in bed with you.

Pretty Golden Boy:I'm alone now. Need to call somebody first. Text you when I lay in bed.

Callum mused out loud, "You better not call Barry."

Shit, he could have offered to call you and make sure you are just talking to him and not another stranger. He'd only had those two glases all night, and now he was picturing some faceless guy named Barry calling you and trying to sneak into your bed.

He texted you back.

Please tell me you're not calling Barry...you can call me anytime, darlin'!

With a sigh, he got out of bed and plugged his phone in, not sure what to expect at this point. He went back into the bathroom and showered quickely and used his toothbrush. Callum pulled on a fresh pair of boxer breifs and then he went back to his bedroom and closed all the windows. When he wason his bed again, he had no new notifications. He was about to text you again and check in when his phone suddenly rang.

CALL FROM Pretty Golden Boy

Callum was smiling as he cleared his throat and picked up. "Hey, Pretty Golden Boy."

A soft, husikily laugh preceded your voice, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek as you said, "Hey, Callum with the blue-green eyes. Are you trying to tell me that you were jealous if I would call Barry?"

He hesitated and narrowed his eyes briefly. The corners of his mouth twitched and he laughed: "In any case, I can't say the opposite without lying."

"I'm glad that I call you instead of anybody else...It wouldn't be Barry in a tousand times. I called Jess to ask if she's already home", you explained in a calm voice and Callum closed his eyes as he listened to your words. The sound of your voice triggered strange desires in him. He sighed and bit his lips the next moment as he heard a soft rustle humming through the speaker. "Happy to hear that. What are you doing?" Callum asked.

"I pull of my shirt and pants and lay down into my bed."

The next moment you moaned softly and Callum felt his body temperature rise. The blood was now pumping faster through his body and he put his arm over his eyes. "Shit, even your voice is sexy."

Okay. He should not be on the verge of touching himself after you spoke three whole sentences to him. "You make it home safely? Without Barry or another dumb idiot flirting to you?", he asked, trying to play it cool as he thought about those photos you sent him. 

"Hmmm. A hot guy named Bruno hooked Jess up and drove us to my place. He's here if you want to talk to him?"

Callum thought for a beat that he had met his match in you. "You better be lying. You know what, put Bruno on the phone."

Your husikily laughter filled him up as you said, "I'm just teasing you. I had to ditch him, Barry and every other men, because he doesn't even look a hot as you. I think I have new standards now."

Holy shit. Callum was in trouble. He was getting turned on, and you weren't even really saying anything dirty. "Are you trying to kill me? Are you gonna tell me your name, Pretty Golden Boy?"

"No, i don't wanna kill you. You're to hot to die this young. I think I'm going to hold onto it a little longer."

"Fine. But please explain to me how I've never seen you at the Old Manhatten Club before. I'm certain I would remember your face."

Your voice sounded a little lighter now as you said, "I just moved here a month ago. It was my first time at the bar with Jess."

If he hadn't worked so late today, Callum would have probably been there tonight as well. "You had fun? You think you'll go back again?"

"Probably," you replied casually. "When do you think you'll be there?"

Callum was so warm he was starting to sweat. "Pretty Golden Boy, you just say the word, and I'll clear my whole damn calendar."

Your small, harsh sighs and your soft hissing would be the death of him. "You know, I still have Barry's, or rather your, phone number on my arm."

He imagined himself kissing your palm and rewriting his phone number. "Should be in my handwriting. I'll make sure I always bring a pen with me to the bar."

You cleared your throat hoarsely, and Callum imagined you leaning back against the headboard of your bed, listening to his voice. "Tom told me to watch out for the other men. But he said you were charming and the worse."

"The worse?", Callum asked.

"Actually, he called you a goddamn charming prince with blue-green eyes to fall in love with."

Callum laughed. "I've been called worse but maybe you'll fall in love too."

"I'm sure you have," you replied quickly. "You deserve some sort of punishment for daring to look good with and i hope you won't break my heart."

"It's a blessing and a curse. Now, are you going to send me another photo? Or are you going to just agree to meet me tomorrow night?"

He heard a rustle and then you murmured quietly and promisingly: "Barry won't like that at all. But here we go."

And then came another photo, and Callum briefly thought he had suffered a heart attack.

"Now it's my turn to ask if you're naked in this picture, pretty golden boy."

He took in every inch of your bare, tanned skin. He made sure to memorise every inch of your body, licking his lips as he followed the deep peaks and valleys of your stomach and pecs with his eyes. His fingertips twitched and he moaned softly, "Sure you don't want to kill me?

The duvet was pulled over your legs and billowed around your hips. Your dark blonde hair was still styled and in the dim light your lips looked even fuller, even pinker, even more kissable. The photo looked cosy and intimate, taken just for him. Callum had to actively remember not to touch himself.

"Almost naked. Just a black boxer breif."

"Fuck."

"Send me another one?", you asked seductively.

"Yes," he mumbled, swallowing hard as he tried to pose for another selfie as he was: stretched out on his pillow, his left arm bent and crossed behind his head. The duvet covered his legs and lower stomach. His silver chain reflected in the camera, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes looked darker than usual. He was clearly aroused and his skin was heated.

Fuck it. He snapped the photo and sent it off. And about ten seconds later, he heard a hoarse moan at the other end of the line. His breathing had quickened and he heard the rustling of fabric again.

"It should be illegal for someone to look so good. It's rude, honestly. Callum, you're kind of rude, because now I want to know...."

He was hanging on your every word. "Know what, Pretty Golden Boy?"

The call went completely silent before you said huskily, "What your lips feel like...everywhere."

A soft, startled laugh escaped his lips. You were on the verge of some dirty talk now, he could just tell. And his cock was hard as he replied with, "I'd love to let you find out. But before you respond, I need to know how much you've had to drink tonight. I don't want to take advantage of anything here."

You whimpered on the other end of the call. "An actor, blue-green eyes, and a gentleman? All Barry did for me was buy me those two burbon."

Bradley grunted and said, "That's enough about Barry. Why don't you go ahead and tell me where you'd like to feel my lips first, Pretty Golden Boy."

He heard your deep sigh and your loud breathing before you said, "I want to kiss you and feel your hands on me. I want your lips to caress my skin, mark me and I want to taste you. I want your mouth to brush over my skin just below my ear while you whisper in my ear. Wow…I can't believe I said that out loud. I should hang up."

"Don't hang up," Callum said, panting with need now. "Tell me more."

"Okay," you sighed with another deep sigh. "I want to feel your lips and hands around my cock, and i want to taste you lips, lick the taste of everything from your lips."

"Holy shit," he groaned, palming himself through his boxer briefs. "You're making me hard."

"It's pretty dirty...you're hard for me?," you whined with need. "And I want to feel your lips on the back of my neck while you do filthy things to me. Maybe fucking me deep and slow, and I don't even know you!"

"Yeah you turn me on. You'll feel all you told me and more," he guaranteed. "Please, tell me your name and what time I can meet you."

Callum listened to the rustle of your sheets as he waited. Then you finally said, "It's Austin. You can meet me at the Old Manhatten Club at eight."

"I'll be there, Austin." He liked the way your name sounded and felt on his lips. Callum was pretty happy that this Barry guy fucked up and Austin texted him. He was excited where this adventure will take him and Austin together.