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eymie · 2 months

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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."

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #thomas webb #thomas webb smut #thomas webb x reader #thomas webb imagine #the only living boy in new york #callum turner smut #callum turner imagine

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userboygenius · 6 months

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Kiersey Clemons and Callum Turner in THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK (2017), directed by Marc Webb.

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ak-dolly · 1 month

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#callum turner #the boys in the boat #fantastic beats and where to find them #the only living boy in new york #fantastic beasts #girlblogger #girlblogging #tbitb #joe rantz #theseus scamander #thomas webb #aesthetic #movies

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months

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♡︎𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓂 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓉♡︎．．. because I need it right now.

“𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆...

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔☁︎︎

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆🜚

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒆

𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒．．．

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”

It’s quiet.

Nothing but slow breaths and the soft, familiar feel of his hand smoothing down the back of your hair, breathing with you as he silently held you.

The best days really will be some of your worst. But you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to think about it, you just wanted the stable peace his presence always gave you.

He was focused where you’d get distracted, decisive where you’d be impulsive, he’d hold it down where you couldn’t even piece it together…and honestly; that’s part of why he’s so attractive to you.

Simply wonderful, really.

The strong, silent type x resident cacophony.

And yet somehow, with you laying on top of him almost clinging; soaking in his warmth, listening to the gentle thrum of his heartbeat…all you felt was love. The kind of love that made you want to live more, show up for yourself harder, and recycle.

It was moments like this that made you glad live exists because it bought him in it.

The thrum between you wasn’t immediate. It started like gravity; like how the moon pulls the sea closer when their glimpses collide.

He didn’t see you for what you weren’t, instead he saw you for everything you were.

In joy and in sorrow.

The atmosphere was like a big, heated, blanket that smelled like home. It was just what you needed.

Whispering so you don’t break the delicate spell that’s been cast; “you still with me?”, The soft kiss lowered to your hairline gives you your answer．

“I never left you”. Voice hushed to match yours but the tenderness stays the same as he tightens his arm around you, holding you closer…

..to his heart. Where you’re safest.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #masters of the air #mota #fluff #comfort #john egan #joe rantz #john egan x reader #joe rantz x reader #thomas webb x reader #the only living boy in new york #the boys in the boat #theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #callum Turner smut #callum Turner fluff

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taylormarieee · 1 month

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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...

Taglist: @emmaafinchh @dustbunniess @willyoubemycherryy

#thomas webb #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner #callum turner imagine #thomas webb x reader #the only living boy in new york

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floralcyanide · 1 month

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― C A L L U M T U R N E R ❁

♡ M A S T E R L I S T ―

ғɪᴄs ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ sʏᴍʙᴏʟs ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

smut ✺, fluff ✿, angst ☁, gore ☆, nsfw☼

↬ 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳

- 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 ✺☼

- 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 ☁✺☼

- 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖨𝖨 ☁✿

↬ 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯 "𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺" 𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯

- 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗂 ✿

- 𝗂𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ☁

- 𝗂𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨𝖨 ✺☼

- 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ✿

- 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ☁✿

- 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ☁✿

- 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ✿

- 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ☼

↬ 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘣

- 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

↬ 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘻

- 𝖻𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗒'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ☁✿

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner x reader smut #callum turner smut #thomas webb x reader #thomas webb #the only living boy in new york #mota #masters of the air #bucky egan #john egan #john bucky egan #john bucky egan x reader #floralcyanide callum turner masterlist

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b1mb0slvt · 2 months

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Boaf? BOAF!

#callum turner #john egan #major john egan #thomas webb #the only living boy in new york #masters of the air

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cottoncandyrandall · 4 months

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I don't care, callum turner is MY theodore becker

#the goldfinch #tgf #tgf book #donna tartt #the goldfinch book #boris tgf #theo decker #tgf theo #theo tgf #callum turner #the only living boy in new york

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luvlydeja · 16 days

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Legs wide open, I swear🤭

TikTok Creater: honeymnfx

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #joe rantz #john egan #john bucky egan #the boys in the boat #the only living boy in new york #thomas webb #thomas webb x reader #john egan x reader

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jt1674 · 3 months

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#simon and garfunkel #paul simon #art garfunkel #bridge over troubled water #the only living boy in new york

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eymie · 2 months

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PLEASEEEE SOMEBODY WRITE UP SOME CALLUM TURNER FICS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ I DONT GAF WHAT CHARACTER I AM BEGGINGGGGGGGGG

(im literally a fic writer)

#callum turner #john egan #theseus scamander #joe rantz #the boys in the boat #joe rantz x reader #fantastic beasts #the only living boy in new york #masters of the air

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userboygenius · 6 months

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Callum Turner in THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK (2017), directed by Marc Webb.

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ak-dolly · 1 month

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willyoubemycherryy · 1 month

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❦𝒫ℯℯ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓂’𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ❣︎

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: its her world and hes just living in it😂, singing, intrusive thoughts prevailing, kissing, snuggling, they are in domestic love, fluff( ˘ ³˘)♥︎٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

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“𝑺𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒏’ 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔...”

There was never a dull moment on his days off. Especially if you were there.

The only remote warning that you were back again, was the pattering of your feet and the sound of your breathless giggles as a grin spread across his face. Already anticipating more of your antics.

You seemed to be enjoying his space more than usual today. Following him around the house with your arms wrapped around his middle, humming happily as you walked plastered to his back.

Then jumping to straddle his lap while he was on the couch reading one of his scripts. All so you could cup his face and smoosh your noses together, rolling your hips and singing whatever lyrics came to mind. Like a lovesick romantic (because he is one) he simply entertained you with a broad smile, holding his hands out for you to steady yourself, as you playfully moved your body on his lap.

“One look in my eyes, you know I’m lyin’ lyin!!” He couldn’t help the amused laugh that burst out as you pulled his head to you chest, holding him there dramatically as you serenaded him.

“Body to body! Skin to skin~”, Cheeks starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling. Script long forgotten as he let you subject him to whatever your beautiful mind felt like.

Even to when he was making lunch; coming to stand beside him as you wordlessly take his free hand and hold it. Staring up at him with a cute smile. Chuckling, he raises an eyebrow in question.

“I just missed you, wanted to make sure you weren’t lonely without me. I love you~” You were too adorable. Leaning down, he kisses you softly on the lips, then your forehead.

“Thank you, love. That’s very thoughtful”, nipping your cheek in amusement before adding, “and I love you too”. He coos as you release his hand in favor of crawling under his shirt, sticking your head through the top next to his, almost purring in satisfaction.

Up to now, where he had been napping on his stomach waking before he heard you coming.

The bedroom door bursts open with you singing your newest favorite. “Baby, you can hit me up, up, up all night!”, as you launch through to sit on his bum; briefly shaking the bed by rolling your hips into him, legs on either side of his hips as you stop to knead his lower back. He turns his head with a groan, smiling because he can’t help but to with you.

“Hi Callum”. You whisper, beaming as you bend down to kiss his cheek. Happy as can be after a long day of glueing yourself to him every chance you got.

“Hello pet”. Accented voice deepened from sleep, you bite your lip as you lower yourself to lay on his back.

He wonders what you plan to spring on him this time around and asks as such.

“What might you be up to this time?” He murmers out. Already drifting back to sleep, aided by the feel of your softness pressed against his back.

Kissing his nape, you decide to play nice.

“Nothin’, just came to nap with you. That okay?” Moving to whisper closer to his face, you jut your lips out. Callum peeks open one eye as he lifts his head up, pecking your pouted lips with a lazy hum.

“Okay”.

Sighing, you settle against his back contentedly.

You would bother him more when you both wake up.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #masters of the air #mota #callum turner fluff #joe rantz x reader #theseus scamander x reader #john egan x reader #thomas webb x reader #the boys in the boat #fantastic beasts #the only living boy in new york #fluff #x reader

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