#thomas turner

[pines-ghosts]

Youngest ⚙️🦇

“YOU ALREADY HAVE AN AU GOING ON AND NOW YOU MAKE A NEW ONE¡¡??” — YES YES SHUT UP I KNOW I HAVE NO CONTROL SHHHHH 🤫 🤐

Drawing them while listening “kokoro no tamago”🪄🪄🎀🎀

[sheltiechicago]

Nature-Inspired Murals by Thomas Turner

Atlanta-based artist Thomas Turner creates awe-inspiring murals that draw inspiration from nature, infused with a touch of surrealism. Through his large-scale creations, he transforms ordinary walls into whimsical realms where flora, fauna and imaginative elements come together.

[nonsensical-pixels]

Donald Turner, the youngest son of a wealthy family, pulled the short straw in terms of inheritance when his parents died in a ‘suspicious’ car accident. It was only thanks to his family’s connections that he was able to find a ticket on the train to Redbud Bay, where he hopes to be able to start his own political lineage with his--actually wealthy heirress--wife Saffron. But with rumours swirling around the Mayor's finances, and Saffron's wandering eye, will Rachel and Tom have a good shot at a normal life?

just a random family photo to commemorate moving into the new house 💖

[warningsine]

The Belgian Congo. Zaire. The Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). No matter the name currently in place, this country (ranked among Africa’s largest in terms of land mass) has garnered world renown for its sprawling jungles, majestic eastern lowland gorillas, and Muhammed Ali’s famous knockout win over heavyweight champion George Foreman in the capital of Kinshasa. Unfortunately, the DRC is even better known for extreme manifestations of the most unsavoury aspects of human nature: acts of appalling cruelty epitomized in a seemingly endless cycle of horrific sexual violence, persistent kleptocratic tendencies among the political leadership, and foreign-backed militia assaults which perpetuate a war that, to date, has killed well over 20 million people since the end of World War Two.

Within this dark framework begins the austerely titled book Congo by Thomas Turner. A deeply knowledgeable DRC Country specialist for non-government organization Amnesty International USA and author of The Congo Wars, Turner is an able guide with ample background on this nuanced region’s multi-faceted character. His writing is a rich examination of the key components of the Congolese state’s decrepitude: nightmarish patterns of sexual and physical violence, dishearteningly misallocated mineral and hydrocarbon deposits, politicized identity crises, and sour relationships with neighbouring countries (Burundi, Angola, Rwanda, and Uganda being prime foci). Few stones are left unturned as he systematically addresses a wide array of complex issues in an intelligent, readable manner.

Compact, information-dense, and frank, Congo mostly avoids (often dull) academic theorizing as concrete facts and figures are coolly unleashed at a prodigal rate. Turner has a way of keeping things moving, making the book an enjoyable read in spite of its undeniable rigour. Relative Africa novices – certainly a group in which this reviewer belongs – may find Turner’s frequent use of organizational acronyms, relentless blitz of complex Congolese names, and jumpy writing style a bit hard to handle at times (hopefully, a detailed list of abbreviations provided at the beginning of the text and meticulous explanatory notes highlighted at the conclusion will do much to remedy this), but this is probably necessary given the number of actors involved. Other criticisms, however, do not really come to mind; quite simply, this book is excellent.

The still-flailing Republic’s problems are deep-rooted, but some of the best documented cases commenced with the European ‘discovery’ of the Congo Free State. Under brutal Belgian rule, the Congolese people suffered mightily. The sheer scale of the cruelties visited on the colonized indigenous peoples – barbaric mass sexual violence, gruesome beheadings, and other atrocities – were facilitated by a hegemonic tripartite governance structure (Catholic Church, government administrators, and powerful state-backed corporate interests) that was corroborated by complicit international forces including the Americans and the French. Even independence, realized in 1960, brought little reprieve from misery and foreign political interference. Turner notes that “when newly independent Congo plunged into chaos in 1960, that chaos was Belgium’s fault in three main senses…Belgium had exported the controversy between Catholics and anti-clericals into its colonies [making governing under immense fragility all but impossible due to the lingering enmity between the two groups]…[in addition] Congo’s nascent elite had given almost no apprenticeship before being asked to direct the country.” Thirdly, and perhaps worst of all, Belgium continued to attempt to influence and destabilize the struggling region after liberation, thereby dooming the DRC’s prospects and ushering in disorder.

It is rare that one feels upset when reading an academic assessment on virtually any issue, but a chapter entitled “Congo’s War Against Women” will leave even the most hardened cynic queasy in the stomach. Congo holds the dubious distinction of being one of the worst places on Earth to be a woman, and plain-spoken Turner explicates the intricacies underlying this phenomena. It should be noted at this juncture, however, that men are certainly at risk of sexual violence too, even though data on male rapes is even more difficult to procure. Absent here is any single case of an outlying out-of-control militia, rogue child soldiers, or a depraved citizenry; instead, a picture emerges of a toxic concoction of foreign forces, civilians accustomed to lawlessness, abject poverty, patriarchal cultural customs, and government-backed entities that are all contributing to an anarchic fray which, ultimately, culminates in sky-high levels of HIV infection, countless women who cannot return to their loved ones due to the “shame” of being gang raped (often in front of their families or young children), and large numbers of unplanned pregnancies. Prospects going forward seem bleak; Turner contends that “the war against women is likely to continue, unless a modicum of order is restored to the country, and unless the Congolese address the multiple dimensions of culture that underpin and justify the war against women…[these can be summarized] as the culture of impunity, the culture of violence, and the culture of rape”. A sombre prophecy, but one that is depressingly well-backed by much available evidence.

While it will not evoke the same sensations of revulsion as the chapter on the state of Congolese women, a section on the Congolese resource curse is fascinating. Said curse is multi-dimensional. For one, certifying minerals as conflict-free is troublesome when a phenomenon known as re-exporting is pervasive (see this comparable story from Sierra Leone for further insight). The perennially meddling Rwandans and Ugandans use proxies to illicitly gain access to Congolese natural resources before sending them out into international markets – a trend with predictable outcomes of violence and debauchery. Equally engrossing is a debunking of what Turner believes to be overly simplistic marketing campaigns targeting conflict minerals. Although it certainly makes for a nice sound bite or news article, avoiding the purchase of coltan-laden cell phones or mineral-containing gaming consoles is somewhat incoherent and unlikely to resolve the substantive issues. Among other things, Turner believes that “the relationship between conflict minerals and sexual violence, in particular, however, is far less direct than the NGOs suggest…much of the [DRC] violence is not directly linked to minerals”.

Surveying the better-illuminated landscape at the end of the text, two things become clear. One, extremes of violence, destitution, and flawed governance are not going away any time soon. Indeed, it seems that the persistent chaos across Central Africa is likely to accelerate as various organizations jockey for a piece of the twenty-five trillion dollar resource wealth that the country holds and as the effects of climate change become more obvious. Counter-intuitively, the second finding is that there is limited cause of optimism over the long-term, likely an unexpected outcome to some readers of this largely pessimistic piece. Yes, DRC is a failed state, but recent experiences in the written-off-as-hopeless clan nation of Somalia show that change in even the most the difficult and radicalized of circumstances is possible. What will ultimately happen, however, is anyone’s guess – but we need not collectively forsake the DRC just yet.

[chelestials]

nothing is more humbling when you’re watching an edit of your favorite actor and then the screen goes black and you see yourself on your screen basically thirsting over them

[eymie]

PHOTOGRAPHER !

pairing: thomas webb x fem!reader

warnings: smut, nudes?? kinda, alcohol, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), thats it i think

summary: you were a new york photoprapher and thomas lived in your apartment. and after one frustrating night you invite him into your room.

a/n: WHERE. IS. THE. MF. CALLUM. TURNER. FICS. i’ve been on this game since fantastic beasts. (ive found a few scrumptious callum fics and yk who u r @willyoubemycherryy) also i have not written in a hot minute and none of you expected this.

You lived on the story above Thomas. Not that you ever really noticed him at first, you were relatively new in the complex too. Sometimes you’d hear him having a conversation on the stairs with the old man from 2B. Mix of words you didn’t bother to put together.

Well, you didn’t care until you saw him for the first time. The old man from 2B liked to talk a lot, often chatting you up when you got home from work. Sometimes bringing up Thomas which you didn’t care for.

"He could use a nice girl like you.”

To which you would’ve scoffed. You heard someone running down the stairs, to which you met eye contact with Thomas. Wavy brown hair, pink cheeks, glasses that sort of turned you on.

The real New York type of guy, to be honest, your type of guy. His lips parted as he looked at you, a small nod and than sliding past you.

“Where you going Thomas,” He called out, to which Thomas turned around laughing.

“I gotta go, meeting up with Mimi.” Thomas turned on his heels to leave until he was stopped again by the man.

“I want you to meet me friend.” The man gestured to you, Thomas smiling at you in return.

“No, it’s alright. I have to get going.” You smiled back, walking to the door where Thomas stood. You brushed past him, your clothes brushing his own.

“Where?” Thomas asked, furrowing his brows.

“Around, I’m a photographer.”

That’s how it started. After that, coincidentally you ran into Thomas a lot more after that. Usually alone, and to that he’d usually greet you and say hi. After a specifically draining day, a frustrating one at that, he ran into you in the front door.

He rubbed his eyes, apologizing and then he started talking. Going off about something you honestly didn’t care much about. You liked hearing him talk. You didn’t mean to say it, but you did.

“Wanna talk about it? In my room.” It came out like word vomit, immediately embarrassed. You watched his eyes for a second, not even processing his nod.

You grabbed his hands pulling him up to your apartment, dragging him close behind you. His hand was big compared to yours, you weren’t surprised you had already noticed he was a lot taller than you.

Your anxiety kicked in when you struggled to unlock the door. Him peering over your neck, watching you struggle with your keys. You felt his lips brush your neck slightly, your panties dampening.

You flung your door open a little too excited, a small laugh leaving his lips. He followed you in, to which you immediately grabbed your alcohol off the shelf.

When you turned around, Thomas caught you off-guard, pressing his lips to yours. It was quick, aggressive a bit, which you assumed was probably from nerves. He was quick to shake his head and apologize.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He mumbles, looking down at his shoes. You examine his face, his expression. You hand him the full bottle of alcohol off your counter, to which he takes from you with ease. "Thanks--"

You pull him back down, pressing your lips harder to his than he had before. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on it making him groan into the kiss. He still held the bottle in his hand, but his free hand slid to your waist.

He had you pressed against your counter, nowhere to move. His tongue slid over your bottom lips, you parted your lips allowing him to slip it in. Pressing and sliding against your own making you moan softly into the kiss.

Thomas pulled away, taking a sip of the alcohol, furrowing his brows at the taste. He placed it back on the counter beside you, who was breathless and needy.

He tilted your chin back up, pulling you back into another heated kiss. Both hands now free, groping whatever he could. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, his kiss was intoxicating.

His hand slid up your skirt, tracing the apex of your thighs. His fingers slowly slide up to the wet patch of your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

"Thomas," You gasp, pulling away from the kiss. He trails down your jawline and neck, leaving soft wet kisses. He hums into your skin, hands pulling your waist closer to his body. "Wait--"

"What?" He was barely audible, too busy tainting your skin with his marks which you would certainly cover up the next day.

"l don’t know," You gasp, his tongue running over the mark he had just left. You feel him smile into your skin, a small laugh leaving his lips. His fingers sliding over your panties, pressing onto your clothed clit.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulls away looking at your flustered face. His hand pulling away from the apex of your thighs, sliding up your waist and under your shirt.

“No,” You were too quick to answer, a small laugh leaving his lips. The way Thomas kissed you felt urgent, like he needed you now and he could’ve wait. And if you knew any better you would’ve known why.

You walked backwards to your bedroom, never breaking the hungry kiss. His hands were large, pulling at your waist. Your hand pulled back to push the door open further, backing into your small room. He turned you, pushing you against the white door, shutting it with your body weight.

You let out a soft moan as his knee slotted between your thighs, pressing into your clothed his. His hands travelled down to your hip, pulling your cunt harder onto his rough pants.

“Look at you, getting off on my thigh.” You whined at his words, a wet patch forming on the fabric of his pants.

“Thomas, I want you—“

“I know,” He mumbles against your lips. Thomas was usually quick when it came to sex, at least with the foreplay but he wanted to take it slow so bad. Talk you through it. “Don’t worry, gonna fuck you.”

“Now,” You move your head to the side to give him more room to mark your neck. His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, lips attacking your skin.

“Not yet,” His hot breath against your skin, lips pressing to your neck.

Thomas’ hands slid under your thighs, you jump up wrapped your legs around his waist, His fingers press into your skin, holding you up against him. Your arms wrap around his neck as he tosses you down on the mattress.

“Take off your clothes, okay?” You nod in reply and quickly pull off your skirt and panted as he pulls off his shirt. You pull off your own shirt, tossing it onto the hardwood floor next to his discarded clothes.

You look up to see Thomas, pulling off his pants leaving him in his tented boxers. You suddenly feel yourself getting hotter than before.

It was in a flash, he was on top of you, hot skin against yours. His hands pried your thighs apart then slid up to your bra clad chest. He slid his fingers under your bra while he nipped at your jaw. His glasses were still on and pressed into your skin

Your fingers slid up to pull his glasses off his face, to which he tried to resist. “I can’t see without those.”

“Shut up,” You cut him off with a kiss, fingers tangling in his brown hair. His glasses were held in your free hand, falling against the pillow beside you.

He broke the kiss, still brushing his plump lips against yours before speaking. “Put them on.”

You knew what he meant but you ignored him, pushing him on his back instead. You climbed onto his lap, your hands pushing him down against the mattress.

You placed his glasses on your face, they made your vision blurrier and you wanted to see him. You went to pull them off but he gripped your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

His cock twitched through the fabric of his boxers, you slowly grinded your hips in return. A small whimper left his lips, his eyes shut. You slid you hand up his body to his lips, your pointer finger slowly parting his lips.

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, parting his lips for you. You roll your hips again and you listen as another soft groan leaves his lip. You smiled, leaning down to press your lips to his. Deep in the kiss, your hands slide to slowly his boxers down allowing his cock to spring out.

Your lips parted at the sight of his hard cock, pre-cum drooling down the tip. His large hands slid up your waist and pulled you down onto his cock. Your wet folds sliding across his length .

“Want you inside,” You whined, nails gripping his chest. He bit back any noises, nodding at your request and let go of your hips. You bit your lip, positioning his tip at your entrance.

“What do you want?” He asked with a smirk, a little too amused for your own liking. You tried to sink down but he had a firm grip on yours hips stopping you.

“Please, need it.” You whine, trying against but his grip on your hips stopped you from it. You clenched your jaw in frustration at his lack of sympathy.

“Want me to fuck your pussy?” He asked with a small laugh, you scoffed in return.

“You’re too vulgar.”

“I’m about to be inside you, what type of vulgarity would you prefer?”

“Shut up—“ You didn’t get to finish before his hands were pulling your hips down, his tip pushing past your entrance. Your mouth fell agape and your eyes were shut closed. You whimpered at the slight sting, he was bigger than you expected.

“Yeah, take it like a slut.” He smirked, watching as he bottomed out, stretching your cunt wide open. God, he wished he had his glasses on to see how your cunt looked around him.

You didn’t noticed his hand fumbling onto the night table, grabbing your old camera you retired from taking photos. The flash made you squint through his glasses.

The small photo came up on the screen, your perfect body sitting on his cock, tits full and being held in his free hand. He was saving that for later. He put the camera back on the nightstand, hands trailing up to steal his glasses back but you grabbed his wrist.

“I don’t think so.” You swatted him away, adjusting his glasses on your face. Your vision still just as blurry as his own.

“I wanna see you.” He whined, leaning back on his elbows, squinting back at you.

“The photo for later wasn’t enough?” You tease.

“Come on, give me my glasses so I can fuck you.”

You pushed him back down on the bed, raising your hips before dropping them. A groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back on the pillow, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck me, Thomas.” You whined, grinding your clit into his pelvis. His nails dug into your hips leaving red crescent shaped marks. His lips were parted, head back as you rode him. "Please."

With that he flipped you onto your back, pressing your legs to your chest. The small room was filled with obscene noises and the slapping of skin. He thrusted his length into you harder, pulling you to meet his thrusts.

"Fucking begging for it," He grunted, his tip pressing into your sweet spot. Strained moans left your lips, despite your best effort to keep quiet. New York apartments had thin walls.

Your hand slapped against your mouth to muffle the loud moan that had just left your lips. His hand slid to your wrist, sloppily grabbing it and pinning it above your head.

"Don't hold back," He ordered, lips connecting to yours to swallow your moans and whines. His free hand travelled down from where he pinned your legs to your clit, pressing your sensitive bud.

"Fuck--" You moaned, the knot in your stomach tightening. His thumb rubbed your clit harshly, pressing his thumb hard against it. "So close."

"Come for me, baby." His lips brushed against yours, his saliva coating your kiss-swollen lips.

A gasp left your lips, then a strained whine. Your walls clenched around his cock, the knot coming undone. Your head thrown back against your pillow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me." His whispered into your skin, your hips bucking against his thrusts. He pressed soft kisses into your skin as you arched off the mattress. His hands travelled to the arch of your back, rubbing your spine. "So good for me."

You fell back to the mattress, soft whimpers leaving you between your pants. His hand left your sensitive clit instead holding your hips as he neared his own orgasm. Pulling out, his hot seed coating your thighs and stomach.

"Give me back my glasses, I wanna see that photo."

[maxmcyfield]

Callum Turner in The Only Living Boy in New York (2017)

[diioonysus]

castles + art

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Joe, you are the sweetest and most loving man. You cheer on the women of the BAU in the show and in real life. All the love and support to them is amazing. You're the true papa of the BAU ♥️

[carnevol]

[sleazearchive]

[pines-ghosts]

The Turners and their Mad scientist partner privilege

EDIT I FORGOT THE LAST PART HAHAHA

[sheltiechicago]

Nature-Inspired Murals by Thomas Turner

Atlanta-based artist Thomas Turner creates awe-inspiring murals that draw inspiration from nature, infused with a touch of surrealism. Through his large-scale creations, he transforms ordinary walls into whimsical realms where flora, fauna and imaginative elements come together.

[floralcyanide]

ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs — ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs ᴡᴇʙʙ

thomas webb x afab!reader (nsfw)

You share a cigarette with the cute boy from your apartment building.

✣ warnings: smut, hints to penetrative sex at the end, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, female anatomy described, fingering, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking

✣ word count: 2k

✣ author’s note: wrote this monthsssss ago, decided to post it. (I'm still on hiatus, though.)

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“You mind if I uh, bum one off you?” a tall boy asks from next to you. You hadn’t noticed his presence.

You’ve been sitting on the couch that’s out back behind your apartment building, smoking a cigarette or two. It had been a long day at work. You study the boy closer and notice he has a pair of glasses perched on his nose and freckles dotting his face.

“Sure,” you say, “for a quarter.”

His face falls briefly before he goes to fish out a coin from his pocket. He pauses when you start to laugh, “I was joking! Of course you can have one.”

He mutters an “Oh” before scratching his neck nervously.

Your eyes rake over him for a moment before you face forward again, taking a drag off the cigarette you had lit just before the boy walked up. Well, perhaps not a boy, but he has such boyish charm. From how he carries himself to how he smiles at you when you hand him one of your menthols. You’ve seen him around before as he lives in your building. But the two of you have never shared a word. Sometimes, you’ve gone to have a smoke out here and seen him with your neighbor, W.F., so you would quietly close the door and go back upstairs. The two of them seem to be close friends, and you’d rather not intrude. Your neighbor sits down next to you and puts the cigarette in his mouth, which you light for him. 

“Thanks,” he says after taking a puff.

“What’s your name again?” you ask suddenly. Not knowing his name and being his neighbor bothers you for some reason.

“Thomas,” he says, “Thomas Webb.”

“Gotcha,” you nod and introduce yourself.

The next time you see Thomas, he checks his mail as you sit on the staircase to escape your stuffy apartment. You strike up a conversation for a little while, then go about your day. The time after that, he invites you to go to a friend’s wedding. He didn’t have anyone to tag along with and didn’t want to go alone. But this also gave him the chance to get to know you better. Thomas wasn’t going to lie; he’s always thought you were attractive. Seeing you in the halls and outside all the time made him want to talk to you. But he never had the chance until recently, by total happenstance. You accept his invitation to the wedding and head back upstairs to your place to celebrate quietly. Thomas is a cutie; being his plus one at a wedding has made your week. 

When the wedding rolls around, you struggle to pick out an outfit. You’re down between a somewhat short cocktail dress that’s a deep color or a more comfortable dress that’s a muted color. After trying both on, you decide the comfy dress is the way to go. You finish getting ready and meet Thomas outside the apartment building. 

“Wow,” Thomas gulps, taking in your appearance, “You look- wow.”

You give him a complete view of your outfit, “You don’t look so bad yourself, Thomas,” you say, smoothing out his lapels.

Thomas hails a taxi to the venue, and you climb inside the backseat with him. Your knee touches his the entire ride, and the subtle contact is electrifying. Part of you desperately wants to get your hands on him, but you also know better than that. If there’s alcohol at the wedding, which there probably will be, you’ll have to fight tooth and nail to keep your hands to yourself. 

The wedding is going swimmingly, and you and Thomas are two drinks in after the ceremony. At one point, you’re standing fairly close to him. Not enough for you to fall into him, but close enough for Thomas to wrap an arm around your waist and mold you into his side comfortably. You feel warm and fuzzy about it. It’s been a while since you’ve really liked someone, and your body is definitely reacting to the closeness. You and Thomas decide to take a shot because why not? You don’t have to drive home, and everyone at the function seems to be having a great time, especially the groom’s uncle, who is now clambering on stage to make a speech. 

You and Thomas tap the shot glasses on the table before tossing them back, and then you order another round. You are so grateful the bar is free. As the groom’s uncle spews on in a drunken stupor, you and Thomas settle on a beer as your final drink before heading out. You both watch the uncle for a few moments before Thomas speaks up, “Wanna get out of here?”

You nod, “Definitely.”

How buzzed you are doesn’t really hit until you step outside into the cool spring air. Thomas hails the taxi home, and you both decide to go to your place to hang out. You’re leaning heavily into Thomas in the backseat, your head on his shoulder. He has an arm around you, his fingers lightly stroking the fringed hem of your dress. He drunkenly wishes to see what’s underneath the fabric.

After paying, you both carefully climb out of the taxi and go upstairs to your apartment. You fumble the keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door. Thomas takes in the appearance of your apartment and decides it’s definitely your vibe. You had ducked into the kitchen to retrieve a liquor bottle, and when you returned, Thomas was splayed on the couch. 

You raise the bottle, “Another shot?” 

“Sure,” Thomas gives you a lopsided smile.

He admires you as you pour two shots into random shot glasses you have, his gaze drinking you in. You hand him the shot, and your fingers brush against his briefly. Your eyes meet, and you keep eye contact even through taking the shot.

“What?” you ask, stifling a giggle.

“Nothing,” Thomas shrugs, “You’re just really beautiful.”

“Oh, really?” you move around the coffee table to sit next to him on the couch, your thighs pressed against one another, “Tell me more.”

Thomas chuckles nervously, “Um, well, you have a great personality too.”

“Uh huh,” you place a daring hand on his thigh, not too close, of course, but it’s enough to set a fire in Thomas’ belly, “I like your personality too.”

Thomas swallows thickly, the alcohol settling in him and making him a little brave. He tucks some hair behind your ear, “So pretty.”

You decide now is the time to be bold, “You know what would make me prettier?”

“Enlighten me, what would possibly make you prettier?” Thomas asks you.

“Me choking on your cock,” you say plainly, staring into his eyes and gauging his reaction.

Thomas bites his lip and exhales through his nose, nodding his head, “Yeah, that would definitely make you much prettier.”

You two start laughing but slowly stop when Thomas grabs a hold of your face. You’re curled up into his side and are quite close already. It doesn’t take much for him to capture your lips with his. Your hand finds Thomas’ hair, and you immediately curl your fingers in it as the other grips his thigh. Thomas slides his tongue along your bottom lip, and you allow him to explore your mouth with it. As the kiss deepens, you climb onto Thomas’ lap, his somewhat thin black trousers making contact with your barely clothed warmth. Thomas grips your hips and nearly bruises you with his thumbs when he feels you beginning to throb against him. You take control of the kiss and suck Thomas’ tongue between your lips, where you begin to bob your head along it. The motion makes his pants tighten. 

“God, I need it,” Thomas pulls away, gasping for air.

“Need what?” you ask, your hands pressed to his chest.

“Your mouth,” Thomas says, his face flushed.

You loosen the tie around Thomas’ neck before discarding it, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He pulls off the blazer and his shirt, and you stand up and climb off his lap. You settle yourself on the floor in front of the couch, your knees planted firmly in the fluffy rug underneath you. You wait, eagerly eyeing Thomas as he slowly stands up and unfastens his pants. When he pulls himself out, you’re glad you’re drunk enough to take his considerable length like a champ. Sober, you would’ve been nervous about it. You scoot up close to him, grabbing his rock-hard cock before kitten licking the tip to tease him. Thomas’ hands fly into your hair as you lick the precum and swirl it around his head. 

You pull away for a moment, “Feel free to fuck my throat. I don’t mind it,” you flutter your eyelashes up at Thomas, who suddenly feels like he’s won the jackpot.

“O-okay,” he says, moving his fingers through your hair to grab hold of your head in preparation.

Without warning, you begin to take Thomas into your mouth, inching as much as you can until he hits the back of your throat. He takes a moment to calm his breathing before he slowly bucks his hips forward. You move your head along to his thrusts, making Thomas moan gutturally. His fingernails scrape your scalp as he sets a steady pace. You can’t help but spread your knees a little so you can reach under your dress to stroke your clit as Thomas fucks your throat. He isn’t going too fast, so he doesn’t hurt you, but you aren’t that patient. You slam your nose into his pelvis, gagging around his length as you pick up the pace for him. Bobbing your head, you relax around Thomas to allow him to indulge fully. You grip his thigh with your free hand as he thrusts into your mouth faster, the sound of you gurgling around him sending him into overdrive. Tears stream down your face as you swipe your clit with two fingers, your moans vibrating around Thomas’ cock perfectly. 

“Lift your dress, let me see,” Thomas says, breathless.

You do as told and allow Thomas to see you playing with your cunt with your underwear pushed to the side. He grabs both sides of your head and fucks into you almost violently, just like you wanted. You’re a moaning, gagging mess as you let Thomas use you to get off. You feel yourself growing impossibly wet as your climax inches closer. 

“Where do you want it?” Thomas asks, unsure of where to cum.

You say nothing and instead, grab his balls to massage them and bring him over the edge. You want him to cum down your throat. And with that last light squeeze that you give him, Thomas is unloading into you, his cum warm in the column of your throat. Thomas kneels down to your level when he realizes you haven’t cum yet, replacing your hand with his. You lean into his chest, wiping at your face as you cry out in pleasure when Thomas plunges two fingers inside you. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, curling his digits in your tight and dripping cunt. Your face is buried in his neck as he brings you to your orgasm, the image of Thomas’ own climax from moments ago playing in your head as your body trembles.

Thomas strokes your hair as you come down, and you both catch your breath. 

“You were right; you really are much prettier choking on me,” Thomas smirked, and you laughed into his neck, “But I think you’d be downright gorgeous taking me inside you.”

“Fuck, you’re smooth,” you mumble, pulling away from Thomas and gazing at him through hooded eyes, “Get on the couch.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Thomas backs up onto the couch and you climb on top of him, not wasting a single second before you fully seat yourself on his length.

You should share cigarettes with cute guys more often.

[taylormarieee]

Stalker Thomas Webb

Summary: Your the new girl and you've just moved into this apartment in New York to get away from your parents and it seems you have a cute stalker...

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: Thomas Webb x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Thomas being a stalker, confrontation, suggestive throughout the entire fic, reader being a tease, Thomas being a needy boy, Thomas playing dumb/ hard to get, Mimi being jealous, almost smut...tehehe maybe part 2?

You were so happy to finally be free of the toxic relationships in your life. Your mom, your dad, and even your ex boyfriend. You were free, finally free.

You loved reading and writing and you felt as though you could achieve your passion, your goal to be a writer here in New York. Your mom never accepted it, a small town girl could never possibly make it big.

But you wanted to prove her wrong. You wanted your name in the paper and to be in interviews and to finally show them at you did mean something, that you had talent, that you actually had what it takes to be successful.

Yea, you were a small town girl but you were going to show them that small town girls can make it big! You finally got an apartment. Your apartment number was 2c. You were so happy.

You even made a friend. His name was Thomas. He lived in the Apartment two doors down from you. He was like you.

College dropouts, suckers for writing, lovers for books, you guys were destined to be friends.

But Thomas wanted something more. Even if he did just meet you 2 days ago, he wanted to feel every inch of your body on his body. He wanted you so close that your souls were touching.

He craved you, needed you. So whenever you went out, he went out as well. Constantly stalking and seeing what you were up too. But what Thomas didn't notice was that he wasn't exactly being sneaky or discreet about his stalking.

You constantly saw him and at first you just thought you guys were in the same place coincidently but then you started noticing him everywhere. Places he usually wouldn't be.

You found it quite cute because you wanted to be more than just friends with Thomas too! Yea, you guys have known each other for like 2 weeks now but he was incredibly attractive and you just wanted to suck the life out of him.

Prune him of every last drop of cum he has in his body. Make his dick twitch with overstimulation and anticipation. You wanted it badly but when was the right time?

Eventually when his stalking decided to get more frequent, you decided to confront him. You hid behind a wall waiting for him to turn the corner. When he did you jumped out with a "Boo!" and he stumbled back.

You began to laugh and his face got red. "Hey Thomas... why you stalking me, hmm?" you asked in the sweetest voice.

He's blushing heavily now, 'dammit you knew, he's screwed'.

"W-What do you mean y/n? I wasn't f-following you." He falters and you find it kinda cute. You smile at him and get closer to him. "Oh really? You've been following me for 2 and a half weeks now baby... why deny it? I'm not mad...I find it adorable actually."

He gulps and you can physically hear his heart beating. You get closer to him and your eyes rake up and down his body. A smirk creeps it's way onto his face as he questions, "Your not mad?" He asks.

You shake your head 'no' and he smiles even wider. "that's good. Was planning on doing it a lil longer." He says.

"Why stalk me when were neighbors. If you wanna fuck me just ask." You respond. His eyes grow wide at your statement. 'You caught him' he thought.

That's exactly what he wanted. For some reason he couldn't verbalize it with you. He wanted to make sure you weren't seeing anyone and now that his fear has been denied, he can have you all to himeself.

"What makes you think I wanna fuck you? Hmm?" He asks with a smirk on his face and it only grows wider when yours falters. You look around and shuffle nervously but then as you opened your mouth to say something, some girl turned the corner.

"Thomas, what's going on here?" She asks. She's short but maye the same height as you. Short black hair and melanin skin that glowed in the sunlight.

"Oh hey Mimi." He says breaking his eye contact away from you to face her. 'So this was mimi... the girl that couldn't get her fucking feelings straight,' you thought. She was pretty but Thomas deserved better in your opinion.

"Who are you? and Thomas what the hell!? You were supposed to meet me today at the cafe. I saw you walk by but you didn't come in so I decided to follow you." she says looking between you and Thomas.

"This is my new friend," he says introducing you by your name. "I'm hanging out with her. I totally forgot about the cafe today, my bad." He says.

You scoot a little closer to Thomas to let a woman pass by she mutters out an 'Excuse me' and you smile and gladly move out her way. You grab Thomas' hand to make sure that the lady didn't have to say it again.

Mimi's line of eyesight drops down and you notice your still holding Thomas's hand. You let go of his hand and smile at him. "Me and Nick broke up. Wanted to tell you that today..." She says looking everywhere but Me and Thomas.

"Did you?" He says looking dead at her. She looks up and makes eye contact with him. "Your supposed to be more excited than that. I broke up with him because I got into Croatia and I want you to come with me!" she says as we stand there.

You can tell she's fuming. It's like right out of a forbidden love story except there usually standing in the rain. Shes mad at you. feels as if you are taking Thomas away from her when he was her's first.

But she can't be mad when she blew it, she is the cause to this whole situation. Thomas wanted her. Badly, and she blew it.

"I have a confession to make." Thomas says. You are looking at Mimi but realize he's not looking at her. He's looking at you.

"I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you walk into your apartment. Since the first time we made eye contact I knew. I knew I needed to be with you. So I followed you. Everywhere. More than 2 and a half weeks. I followed you to find out what you liked and what your routine was." He confesses. Your heart swells and you smile.

"I know I seem weird and out of place and I probably sound like a complete creep but, I really do love you. I'm so in love with you that it hurts." He finishes his confession with a sigh and your smile only gets wider.

"I love you too Thomas. I've loved you since I first saw you grabing your mail and talking to that nice old man in 2b. I'm in love with you too Thomas Webb. So much I might cry cuz I felt like I couldn't have you because of her." You say motioning to mimi.

Mimi drops her head as she realizes she's too late. She confessed to Thomas and he found someone else. He really was a good man, guess it was just the right person at the wrong time.

You hug Thomas not wanting to kiss him in front of Mimi to make her feel bad. She says goodbye to Thomas before getting a cab.

He feels bad now but if she’s leaving she most likely won’t come back. He grabs your hand and you both start running towards your apartment as it did start to rain.

When you both got inside the apartment complex, you both laughed as you were both drenched due to the rain.

"I need you... god I've waited so long." Thomas confesses. Your eyes twinkle and you smile.

But you realize that this is all happening a little to fast. As much as you wanted to give into the throbbing between your legs, you needed a tiny bit of time to think.

Before you could answer he kisses you and pushes you against the door. Your hands find purchase on his chest. his muscles and abs being see through because of his wet shirt.

You kiss him back eagerly as you taste cherry on his lips. You break the kiss and suck on that sweet spot on his neck and jaw. Marking him as yours.

He moans in your ear as he lifts you up to straddle his waist. You lock lips with him again before realizing what you were going to say to him.

"T-Thomas baby, wait... wait a second." You say out of breath. He hums and looks at you. "W-What? what's wrong?"

"This is going a little too fast hmm? Lemme just think about this cause mimi is still plaguing my mind and I feel bad. I want you so badly but let's freshen up and come over later tonight yea... to finish what we started ok?" You say with a little smirk on your face.

You kiss him one more time before adjusting his glasses and kissing his nose. He smiles and slaps your ass before he makes his way to the door.

"Your lucky I love you... I'll wait just a little longer for you." He says before smiling and closing the door. You giggle to yourself and make your way to your bedroom.

Oh how you longed to see him again... feel him just one more time...

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