#alez turner

[misskattylashes]

Yes yes yes I totally agree with this. I feel their love sort of transcends romance or sex or friendship or brotherhood. They are literally two souls bound together, almost like the basis of a sitcom, two people who can't escape each other even though they want to and I am guessing there have been times in their relationship they have wanted to, but the pain of being without the other is too much and they end up back together again.

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

[seashq]

mwf for both student 15 and student 42?

hello !! student slot #15 is for male students only, but for student #42 she is the sister of our alez fitzalan fc, so we'd love to see zoey deutch, elle fanning, kristine froseth, olivia holt, adelaide kane, or sophie turner !!

[informationactionradio]

Love Machine: Part 5

You woke up in your four pillar king sized bed to the sounds of bluebirds singing outside her window. You opened your Bambi-like eyes and fluttered your eyelashes, breathing in your lavender-scented natural scent and feeling completely at peace with the world.

“Breakfast is served, beautiful!” called a voice from behind her door. Swiftly kicking it open with his foot, Jamie, your cook, waltzed into the room balancing a platter of freshly squeezed orange juice and bacon coated in honey. Things had hit a low after the Monkeys split up, but Jamie was able to score himself a job in Matt’s world-renowned Ambulo chain, which had shot to global success following Alex’s arrest. He looked quite the picture in his chef’s hat; you called him Little Cook because of his 5’1 frame.

 “Oh Jamie, you are quite the Cook!” You squealed with delight, making the tiny man grin from ear to ear. He was a farm rescue and you adored him. Everything in your life was completely perfect and you were the number one most followed person on Instagram of all time. Arctic Monkeys were planning to reform to promote Matt’s restaurant chain and they were going to write a song about you which teenagers would post on their Tumblrs for years. Nothing could go wrong surely?

“Well ay up mardeh bum” you heard a croaky voice from the window mutter under its breath. Jamie screamed like a wildcat and the platter fell to the floor as he dashed out of the room, bacon sinking into the orange juice just like the realisation sank in that Turner was back. You turned around and met his eyes, a vicious stare, with his pupils thrice the size from all the coke. He rubbed the white residue from his nose as he said “I missed yeh so much Y/N yeh dun even kno et.” he shouted through the double-glazed window. “I missed yeh skin on mine an tha weh ya voice sounds in tha heat of tha mornin’. I miss yeh laff and I miss yer fookin face. I bet am jus sum luvah to yeh now tho innit? A bet yeh found anuva lad!” He started to cry, his eyes welling up and his tiny dry lips quivering like worms in soil. 

“SILENCE!” You shouted, so loud that your windows shattered. Alex had been balancing skilfully on the windowsill but his juicy ass meant he lost balance, and nearly fell backwards onto the hard concrete grounds of your mansion. How had he managed to climb to the third floor? He never failed to impress you. Alex was a true romantic, and you could tell he didn’t mean to stick a ruler up your ass and set you on fire. It was fate. Real love. You took his hand and pulled him into you. “I want you. I want you so bad. Babeh. It’s driving me mad.” you whispered in his ear. He jumped on you like a tiger jumps on its prey and you felt his lips smash into yours. It felt like kissing a dried out bread roll, god you’d missed this. 

“Tzzz tzzz, do meh a faveh an suck me dick luv” Alez chuckled in his High Green drawl. You weren’t surprised, seeing as he had arrived topless. Alex was trying hard to work on his public indecency issues as he did not want to go back to jail, and this was the compromise he had reached with the police. You undid his fake Gucci belt with your teeth and threw it to the ground with the bacon and orange juice. “Tha knos thas naughty, 99p on eBay that were!” Alex looked visibly annoyed, but this was no longer a problem when you put his cocktail stick dick in your mouth. “Thas wat av been waitin for in me jail cell luv!”. You couldn’t deepthroat it, so you just held it in your mouth for a couple of minutes till you were ready to ride. 

“Ay up ay up Alex, here comes the cowboy” you shouted, climbing on top of the frail man. No sooner had you sat on his minuscule member did you both cum instantly, that was how magic your chemistry was. “Yeh really span me propeller me luv, that were amazin” Alex chuckled. He held your head to his chest and you felt that this was the greatest love anyone had ever felt. He smelt of Yorkshire puddings and mothballs, just as he always had. Jail hadn’t changed him in any way other than him now having a broken nose and a few tattoos of various names on his ass. 

Suddenly, he rose, sending you thudding to the ground, hair covered in orange and bacon. “HA! Yeh think I were gunna let yeh get aweh with destroyin me properteh? Breakin up me band? Taken me fer a BLUDDEH MONKEH arent yeh yeh bitch!”. He picked a piece of bacon out your hair and ate it. “Jameh…. Jameh… HE’S NOT EVEN A BLUDDEH COOK!”. He picked up his jeans and produced a gun from his pocket. “Ah usualleh keep this in ‘ere to make it look like I ‘av, yeh kno, a package of some sort, but naw a can bluddeh USE IT!” He cackled, pointing the gun at your head.

“Alex please! This blow-dry was expensive, I can’t ruin it with orange and bacon! It’s Homecoming tonight and I’m the Prom Queen this is a disaster! Oh my god!” You cried, now Mikey Shuman the hot guy in your class was never going to notice you! You’d tried to move on from Alex’s toxic monkeying around but he always pulled you back with that evil evil stare. You were scared of what he was capable of doing.

“I want me FOOKIN band back ya BITCH! If yeh don’t call all of the Monkehs in here in the next 24 hour a will fookin shoot yeh and make it look like Jameh did it!”. He rang the Butler’s bell next to your bed to summon Jameh. “A’ve done one for yeh, now yeh get the rest or it’s OVEEH”. He started smoking, always the cool cat, getting ash on his Sainsburys boxers.

You started to panic. Matt was busy managing his worldwide Ambulo business, and Nick was all booked up for New York fashion week, being coined the male Kate Moss these days. How on earth would you be able to trick them all into coming here in the next 24 hours? Would you really be able to bring the band back together? Would you be able to get the AM7 you deserved? You did want an ‘Arabella’ of your own after all. “I’ll do it Alex. Monkeys are coming back. But no Hotel shit this time ok?” “Ok babeh. I promise. Let’s do it in the bathroom now and then yeh can fink about how yeh gunna sev yer life an that.” He dropped the gun and you walked to the bathroom to have mediocre 2 minute missionary sex on the bathroom floor.

To be continued… 

[detectordelatidos]

Than Alez Turner*

seriously is there anything sexier than sustainable farming

[brandondelwelch]

You make me feel gorgeous.

[blue-moon20]

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[suckitallandsee]

[thoughtsflyaway]

The handsome one

[arcmon]