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thebetawolfgirl · 5 months

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His Worst Day

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None really, slight mention of depression. Just pure fluff.

Summary: Timmy has a really bad day, and y/n takes care of him.

A/N: Had one of my own bad days yesterday so this one is based on that!

His Worst Day

This was odd, even though he was always photographed on his phone or using it in some form he wasn’t surgically attached to it, but she hadn’t heard from him in five days and he always made sure he messaged her just to say Hello or to remind her how much he loved her. But not to hear from him for this amount of time was concerning and quite scary, she called his parents and his sister and they hadn’t heard from him either and just assumed he was with her.

She grabbed her car keys and left her apartment to head to his place after trying to call him only to get his voicemail.

She parked in the private parking garage underneath the apartment complex and climbed the stairs two at a time, she used her key to let herself into his humble 2 bedroom apartment and walked into the living room to find the place littered with half eaten takeout containers,

Now she was really worried, Timmy could be a bit messy but not to this extent.

She walked to his bedroom and slowly opened the door to find him in bed curled up in the feral position beneath the covers, she could also hear sniffling and walked to his side of the bed kneeling in front of the lump on the bed ‘Timmy? My love?’ She whispered his name gently pulling away the duvet from his head to see his pale face and exhausted red puffy eyes.

‘Baby? What’s happened?’ She brushed his hair gently from his face as he mumbled hoarsely ‘I just get like this sometimes, I just get so low I can’t find the strength to do anything. I’m sorry I haven’t called or text, I just-‘

‘Shhhh it’s okay you don’t need to explain, I understand.’ She whispered climbing in beside him carefully and holding him close against her while pressing her body against his and rubbed slow circles around his back.

After a while she got up leaving him to go into the bathroom and ran him a hot bath with all his favourite scents then went into the kitchen and cleaned up throwing all of the old food out cleaning the containers. She went back into the bathroom turning the taps off when the bath was filled and went to fetch him.

‘Timmy, my angel I filled the bathtub let’s go.’

She knew she should leave him in bed, but she wanted him out of the bed so she could change the sheets and put fresh ones on.

He got up groggily his hair standing up in all directions and followed her to the bathroom letting her strip him of his sweat covered clothes and helped him into the water watching him sigh as the hot water hit his stiff muscles.

He brought his knees up to his chest as she washed him gently turning the shower extension on and let the water run over his head and hair, she washed his hair with his favourite shampoo and conditioner untangling his curls gently with her fingers brushing them from his face.

She then washed the soap suds out and drained the water before grabbing the fluffiest and warmest towel she could find and wrapped it around him helping him step out and dried his body gently, she walked him to sit on the chaise at the bottom of the bed and dried him and got him dressed in clean pyjamas.

She then guided him to the living room and turned his favourite show on and made him his favourite snack of cup noodles and knelt down to look at him.

‘I’m going to strip your bed and put nice clean sheets on. I’m just going to be in the next room, I’m not going anywhere else today.’ She spoke softly as he leaned his forehead against hers and she touched his cheek gently.

She gave him his noodles and left him with his throw over his knees and went to strip his bed to put them in the washing machine and took fresh linens out of his wardrobe, they were the silk ones he got for his birthday and grabbed the matching pillow cases and duvet before carefully putting them on.

She then grabbed the dirty sheets and duvet cover and carried them through to the kitchen and threw them into the washing machine, she scooped some lavender fabric softener into the drawer and turned it on.

She then turned to return to the living room to sit beside her boyfriend and found him Channel surfing with the remote, his finished noodles on the coffee table, she smiled walking over to him and kissed the top of his head before sitting down beside him and let him lay his head on her lap.

‘Feeling better baby?’ She still spoke softly to him while playing with his hair feeling him nod his head and hum in response.

‘I’ve sent a quick message to your sister telling her I’ve got you. I’ll stay for as long as you need me. Today we can stay in and watch movies and just rest.’

He sighed and curled up against her whispering in a small voice ‘Thank you. For everything.’

She leaned down and kissed his cheek and rubbed his arm gently.

‘I love you.’ He mumbled and she smiled ‘I love you more sweet angel boy.’

This had been his worst day, but as long as he had her by his side, he would get through it.

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babyflorencee · 4 months

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Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I was currently on my way to pick up my boyfriend Timothée from his house, because we both made plans with a few of our high school friends a while back. I was really excited to hangout with them since I haven't seen them for a while due to Timothée's hectic acting career.

Once I pulled up to his driveway, I pulled my phone out to text him that I was here. Once I sent the message, I picked up my water bottle, about to take a drink, when I heard the passenger door open, then slam shut. I looked to the side to see Timothée slumped down in the seat with his head resting against the car door.

"Hey baby," I said, but got no response in return.

"Baby?" I said again, but this time he turned his head to look at me, a weak smile plastered on his face.

Once I got a good look at his face, I immediately felt bad for him. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages; he had blood-shot eyes, he was slightly paler than usual, with terrible eye bags, and to top it all off, a bad case of bed head. But I still thought that he looked absolutely mesmerizing. "Hi mon amour," he said quietly, almost in a whisper.

I leaned over to place a small kiss on his cheek, which earned a small smile from him.

"I've missed you," he said, grabbing my hand and interlocking it with his own, bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss to my knuckles.

"I missed you too," I replied, starting to back out of the driveway.

Once we arrived at the cafe where we would be meeting our friends at, I looked to the side, to see Timothée sleeping; so I leaned over to him, unbuckling his seatbelt and slightly shaking him, trying to wake him up. "We're here."

I heard Timothée let out a groan, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What's the matter, Tim?" I asked him, moving a strand of black hair out of his eye, then pressing the palm of my hand to his cheek.

He placed his hand over mine, leaning into my touch. "Oh nothing much, I'm just tired." He replied, letting out a sigh.

"We can go home if you're not feeling good."

"It's okay, mon amour, I'm feeling fine, just a little drowsy, that's all," he said, giving me a reassuring smile.

Once we got out of the car, Timothée interlocked our hands together, placing a kiss to the side of my head. "Timmy look, it's them!" I said excitedly, running a little to get to them quicker, pulling him along with me.

Once we reached their table, my friend Sally immediately got up from her seat, running up to us and engulfing me in a tight hug. "Finally, you guys are here. I was starting to think y'all were gonna stand me up," she said, laughing.

"Hey," I said back, laughing a little before all three of us took our seats.

"Wasn't Mike supposed to be here?" Timothée asked.

"Oh yeah, no, he was supposed to come, but he got held up at the office," Sally said, shaking her head a little with her words.

Once the waitress came and took our orders, I turned to Timothée, seeing that he was struggling to keep his eyes open. After a few minutes, I felt a heavyweight go on my shoulder. Looking up a little, I saw Timothée's head resting on my shoulder. I quickly kissed his forehead, mumbling a quick 'I love you' before continuing my conversation with Sally.

After a few minutes, I felt his hand unlock with mine, and I could feel him fiddling with my rings. After an hour goes by, and we finished our coffee and caught up on everything, I decided that it was time to get Timothée home. "Okay, well, we should probably head home," I said with a pout on my face.

"Yeah, of course, of course." She said back, as all three of us stood up.

"Well, we definitely need to do this more often," I said, pulling her into a tight hug.

Once we said our goodbyes and parted ways, me and Timothée walked back to our car, getting inside, and interlocking our hands once again. "Did you sleep at all last night?" I asked Timothée, turning my head to look at him.

"Not really." He quietly said, kissing my lips before resting his head against the door.

Once we arrived at his house, I turned the engine off before turning to face him, "We're here darling," I said, placing multiple kisses on his cheek.

He let out a groan before lifting his head up and unbuckling his seat belt, "Can you come inside, I wanna cuddle," he said with a pout."

"Of course," I said, smiling.

We opened our doors before walking to the front door. Once we made our way to the bedroom, he immediately pushed me onto his bed, situating himself onto of me before burying his head into the crook of my neck. "Je t'aime," he said.

"I love you too,"

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 1 year

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A Christmas To Remember

Anon request:

Timmy proposing with a ring wrapped under the tree. fluffy and smutty if you feel like it. Love your blog so much, happy holidays!

Wordcount: 1.9K+

Description: Timmy and you decided to spent Christmas alone this year, and Timmy plans to make it one you won’t forget.

A/N: More Timmy for his birthday, I had a lot of fun writing this, they were so cute. Also happy holidays to you as well.

Warning: Fluff, slight smut, AdorableTimmy.

“Happy Christmas, mon pupuce,” Timmy said rolling over in bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, and peppering kisses along your neck.

Sighing happily, your eyes fluttered open and you turned around to face your boyfriend. “Happy Christmas, Angel,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his.

Timmy hummed in approval, squeezing your waist as he got lost in your touch. His lips moved to press kisses all over your face. Laughing widely, you move your hands along his sides tickling him.

Laughing along with you Timmy, squirm in your hold pulling back to get out of your reach. You both lay on your backs laughing and catching your breath. Your hands found each other through the mess of blankets entangling.

For Christmas this year, you both decided to spend it together in your shared home instead of visiting family. After 3 and a half years together you wanted to spend the holiday without the stress of traveling. Your jobs both involved a lot of traveling and after a long year, you needed a break.

Once your laughter died down, Timmy rolled over, pulling you under him, but he said nothing as he just stared down at you lovingly.

“What?” You asked shyly, covering your face with your hands. You’ve known him all your life, dating for years and been living together 2, but when he looked at you like that, you couldn’t help but get nervous, your heart fluttered and your face heated.

“Don’t hide from me mon Pupuce. You just look so ethereal this morning. You are the angel not me,” he said gently removing your hands from your face, gazing down at you with a lovesick expression.

“Timmy, don’t say things like that,” you said, your breath hitching you pulled him down kissing him passionately. Your hands moved to his curls as he moved to your thighs wrapping them around his waist.

His hips ground down on yours, letting you feel how hard he was. Moaning your hips stuttered upwards into his. You moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, needing more of him. Timmy instantly pressed his body fully to yours grinding faster down on you.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he said, breaking the kiss, allowing you both to breathe. Though you were more than happy to kiss him until your breath ran out. Timmy’s face burrowed into your neck as his grip tightened on your thighs, his nails digging into them.

You would have crescent moons later on, but you didn’t care you could only think about him and the feeling of him pressed against you. For every drag of his hips down on you, yours moved harder against his. You needed your clothes off now. You wanted to feel him inside of you, but you were too far gone to be able to speak.

Timmy’s hips moved faster and harder, his moans and groans vibrated through your body as he pressed messy kisses along your collar. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned his hips lost their rhythm as his orgasm rushed through his body.

He froze above you before collapsing on you completely. “Shit, what the hell are you doing to me?” He mumbled into your neck as his hands moved into your pants and panties rubbing your clit with his thumb and pushing two fingers into you.

You found your voice as you moaned at his name. “Timmy, don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I would never forget you, want to feel you cum around my fingers, can you do that for me,” he asked, though it sound more like begging. He was spent and tired, but he wanted to make you feel as good as he did.

You were already so close and with him pressed so closely to you, knowing that he came in his pants because of you, sent you over the edge. You roughly pulled on his hair moaning loudly as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. He stopped when you whined as you grew oversensitive.

His hands left your pants and he sucked on them obscenely. Your pussy throbbed at the noise, but you just grabbed his chin and kissed him. Melting into your hold more, Timmy kissed you back desperately.

“I can’t believe I came in my pants,” he mumbled between your lips. “I feel like a horny teenager seeing a boob for the first time,” he added as he rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms.

“Is that what you did as a horny teenager?” You chuckled wrapping yourself around him, blinking up at him expectedly.

His cheek heated and he looked away from you, interested in the ceiling. “Hmm? I don’t recall.”

“Really?” You teased sitting up, straddling his waist, forcing him to look at you. “I remember you coming into my room when I was changing when we were teens and then your pants had a suspensive wet spot,” you said.

Timmy coughed sitting up, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I don’t recall,” he said pressing his lips to yours.

Laughing you kissed him back. “Must have been someone else,” you said against his lips.

“Yeah someone else,” Timmy agreed pulling away. “Now let’s go open gifts,” he said nervously all of a sudden.

Frowning you kissed him once more before getting out of bed. “Are you nervous about what you got me? You don’t have to be, you know I will love anything because it came from you.”

Timmy smiled, nodding and following after you. He still looked nervous but you weren’t going to call him out on it, but you had to call him out on something. “Should we shower first? I’m sure you are quite sticky,” you teased.

“Oy enough of you and your teasing,” he said grabbing you around the waist and tossing you over his shoulder. Screaming and laughing you slapped his bottom as he carried you to the shower.

After a lengthy shower you dressed in the matching Pjs your mother sent you for Christmas. “You get the music and order the food and I’ll make some boozy hot chocolate,” he said as he pulled his shirt on.

“Chinese? You want the usual?” You questioned, taking his hand and walking to the living room, going to the speaker and turning on some soft Christmas music.

“Yeah and get extra egg rolls, I’m in an egg roll mood, thanks,” He said kissing your cheek before going to the kitchen.

Neither one of you cared much for the traditional aspect of Christmas, in fact, you both weren’t super religious so Christmas was almost more about the people and expressing love than anything else. So you didn’t cook, mainly you both were awful cooks and you both loved Chinese food you ate at the restaurant so much they knew your names and order.

After ordering you moved to sit by the tree just as Timmy reenter the room with two mugs of hot chocolate that was more fireball than anything else. He smiled getting down to sit next to you passing you both the mugs.

“Smells amazing and like I’ll have a headache later on,” you grinned, giving him his mug back once he sat down. You took a sip, your eyes widening slightly. “Yup definitely going to give me a headache, how much did you put in here?”

“A lot but it’s good, the flavors right?” He said, taking a sip, his own eyes widening. “Well good thing we have no plans to leave the house for a few days,” he laughed.

“That’s true, but I did want to remember what I got for Christmas,” you teased, grabbing gifts and sorting them into piles.

“I hope you remember this Christmas,” he said softly, nervous once more.

Grabbing his hand, you give it a squeeze. “You worry too much, Timmy. I’ve never not loved something you gave me. Now open my gifts first, I got you something I hope you love,” you said pulling your knees up to our chest, leaning against the sofa excitedly.

Timmy smirked at your excitement, “You are adorable,” he said as his gift.

You both went back and forward opening gifts and kissing in between them as you went. When the food arrived you pulled away from each other to put your spread all over the coffee table, grabbing a bottle of wine and a few water bottles.

“Okay before we eat, I think there is one thing left for you under the tree,” he said, kneeling by the tree and grabbing a small wrapped present that you must have missed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see that,” you smiled taking a seat at his side, smiling widely at him. “Is this a necklace? Did we both get each other Cartier jewelry?” You teased, you both were so similar and loved the same sort of jewelry.

“Open and see,” is all he said.

Nodding you tore off the wrapping gasping when you saw the small glass box that housed a beautiful ring. “Oh, angel, it’s so beautiful,” you said. Timmy’s hand moved over yours as you tried to open the boy.

“May I?” He asked, his voice shaking.

Confused, you nodded, giving him the box. The next moment, he turned to kneel in front of you, taking a deep breath as he made eye contact with you.

“As you can see this is a ring, but ummm, it’s not a normal ring. Well, it’s a normal ring, I mean I didn’t get it for a normal occasion. Okay well, it’s Christmas so that’s a non-normal occasion, but I didn’t just get it for the holiday. I’m just giving it to you for the holiday,” he started shakily biting his lip.

“I am messing this up. Come on Chalamet get yourself together,” he said, tugging on his curls for a moment.

“Angel, calm down,” you said, taking the hand out of his hair and kissing his knuckles. You could tell where this was going and your heart was beating in overdrive but you didn’t want to interrupt what he was trying to do.

“Sorry, this is just an important moment for me, for us. I wrote down so much I wanted to say, but god, it’s all gone now,” he chuckled. He sat completely on the ground, pulling you between his legs. “I love you mon pupuce so much. More than I loved anyone in my life. I know that is cheesy and everybody says that, but it’s true. I woke up this morning and saw you and for a moment my heart stopped beating and I got overwhelmed with my love for you. I’ve known for years I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but now, I’m asking if you would like to have me for the reason of yours?” He finished opening the box, pulling out the ring.

You always thought you would cry when you were proposed to. You thought you would answer immediately, but you did neither. Your voice left you once again and in a panic, you grabbed his curls and smashed your lips together.

Timmy groaned in surprise but kissed you back just as messily. Teeth and tongue got in the way, but you didn’t let that stop you as you kissed him with all your heart and feelings. Your lips broke apart as you began nodding like crazy.

Laughing, he cupped both sides of your face. “Should I take the kiss or the nods as a yes?” He joked.

“Both,” you finally got out. “I love you and want nothing more than to spend my life next to you.”

Slipping the ring on your finger, he kissed you again, this time softer and slowly. His lips mold into yours as your bodies did. Like two puzzle pieces together forever.

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lixzey · 6 months

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forever yours.

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Timothée Chalamet, cheating on Kylie Jenner? The Wonka actor was spotted kissing an unknown woman in Los Angeles!

You stared at the article on your phone, your hands shaking. You knew you shouldn't think about it; after all, you and Timothée have been dating for four years, and he loves you—only you. But nobody knew that, though. He was a world-famous actor, and you were someone who just so happened to have his heart. You two had decided to keep the relationship low-key and private, away from the chaotic world of Hollywood. Nobody outside of both of your families and friends knew who you were or what you looked like.

You sighed, plopping down on the bed in your boyfriend's apartment. You have been living with him for the last two years, and you loved every bit of it. Timothée was the sweetest boyfriend; he loved to spoil you. He gives you everything that you deserve and more—his words, not yours. You couldn't ask for anything more; you were happily content with the love of your life.

But you still can't brush off the fact that in this story, you were the bad guy.

It all started in December 2022, when Timothée was forced to date Kylie Jenner. His management thought that it would be beneficial for him, seeing that Kylie was Forbes' youngest self-made billionaire and had tons of fans, maybe more than Timothée had. At first, your boyfriend was reluctant. He didn't want to date anyone else other than you. You two argued, but in the end, you convinced him that it would be good for his career.

Timothée signed the contract, and he was obligated to date the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner.

It started with little appearances like Kylie showing up at your home, and you had to leave or hide because there were paparazzis all over the perimeter of your house. Your boyfriend was absolutely apologetic that you had to pretend that you were not his, and it broke his heart to see you smile from the sidelines.

You assured him that everything's alright. You were okay with everything, as long as, at the end of the day, he came back home to you.

Some Timothée's fans were hopelessly praying that it was all some sort of PR stunt—which it actually was, but you signed a non-disclosure agreement. You had no choice but to keep it to yourself. Their 'relationship' went on and on, giving the people the benefit of the doubt.

Until early September, when the PR team decided that it was time to make it public.

You were a little bit heartbroken when you saw it on social media. It was at Beyoncé's birthday concert, a celebrity-studded event, which made it the perfect opportunity to show off their relationship. The way Kylie Jenner had her hands all over your man made your blood boil. Timothée looked uncomfortable, but he didn't have any other choice. You wanted to go and just punch that plastic woman for having her claws all over your boyfriend, but you couldn't do anything. You hated it, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Because if you did, Timothée would drop it before you could even say no.

The way your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around that plastic bitch made you want to slap her and tear off all the plastic she had in her fake body. The way she kissed your man made you want to feed her to the sharks in the Atlantic Ocean. The way your boyfriend had his hand over her ass made you want to go and make a deal with the devil to rid the world of that woman, and maybe chop off your boyfriend's hands while you're at it. But again, you couldn't do a thing. You were left to watch while another woman pawed at your man.

Timothée did everything to make it up to you. He would always assure you that it was all for show and nothing more. He loved you, only you, and he would never dream of hurting you. You knew that, of course, but you can't help getting annoyed by it—you won't tell him that though, because you couldn't.

But now you were a homewrecker, a slut.

Apparently, someone saw you and your boyfriend kissing. It was your fourth anniversary. Timothée had brought you to your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles and was enjoying the night, celebrating four years of love. After a bit of wine, he kissed you, like he always did—momentarily forgetting his 'girlfriend'.

The next day, the photo of you and your boyfriend kissing was all over the internet. People were calling you a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, and more. You practically had death threats filling up semi-trucks. People were telling you who you are, and you didn't have a choice, all because you loved Timothée.

All of this for what? Celebrating four years with the man you love?

You buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. You felt like the whole world was against you, like you were the villain in some twisted fairytale. What did you do to even deserve any of this? You just wanted to be with your man, but the world had other plans.

“Mon amour? Are you here?” A voice echoed from downstairs. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, putting on another fake smile as you walked down.

“Hey, love. Are you hungry?” You asked, voice breaking. Timothée looked at you, and you knew he knew something was wrong. You mentally kicked yourself for being so utterly stupid.

“What's wrong, mon amour?” Timothée asked, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms.

“Nothing, it's alright.” You lied. You were getting pretty good at lying, not that you were proud of it.

Timothée sighed, his arms wrapping you tighter against his body. “Y/n, please, baby. I know something's wrong; you've been crying.” You could hear his heartbeat, the loud thumping in his chest calming you. You sighed loudly, burying your face into his chest, the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils. You pulled away abruptly, and the look of confusion on his face made your heart wrench inside your chest.

“I'm okay, don't worry.”

Timothée cupped your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. “Y/n, please, mon amour. Just tell me, I just want to help.”

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Have you seen the tabloids?”

Timothée sighed, knowing it was about his fake relationship again. “Can you tell me what it is, baby? I'm sorry I haven't checked out the news.”

“It's just....it's silly, honestly.”

“It's not silly if it's bothering you, my love.”

“Someone saw us kissing yesterday, and it's all over the tabloids.” you mumbled, your eyes glued to the floor.

“Oh, baby,” Timothée whispered. “I'm so sorry; I dragged you into this. It's all my fault.” he muttered.

Your heart broke when he said it was his fault. It wasn't; it was the people who were quick to judge. “It isn't your fault, Tim.”

“It is, baby. I shouldn't have agreed to that PR stunt. I should've just turned it down and spent all of my time with you instead-” You cut him off with your lips crashing with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt all of your worries evaporate into thin air, and all that mattered was him. The man you have spent four years with, the man you see a future with.

You pulled away, making him growl as the feeling of your lips left his. You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby. But….”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what, baby?” You asked worriedly.

“Can I see what the article says? And anything else related to it?”

Your eyes widened slightly. It was one thing for you to read all of those horrid things people have written about you, but Timothée? He would break at the words people have said about you, and you couldn't live with him thinking his fans were horrible to the woman he loves.

“Baby….”

“Please, mon amour? You don't deserve to get all the hate.”

You playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension. “Who said I was getting hate?”

Timothée chuckled. “I know Hollywood.”

You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed your temples. “It's horrible, mon amour.”

“I don't care; I still love you no matter what.”

“You really want to read it?”

“Yes, I do.”

You opened your phone and showed him one of the videos on TikTok about the articles.

timmyfan1: omg timmy cheated on kylie with her? yuck, homewrecker.

kyliestan_: such a slut, going after someone else's boyfriend.

timotheestan: die bitch

– timobaby: yeah, go die in a ditch you slut.

– kyjennerbaby: not timothée's fans wanting the girl to die 😭

timotheechalamalabingbong: not timothée throwing away his relationship and career for this girl 😭

kyliebaby: poor kylie, got her heart broken by this douchebag

jennersisters: anyone want to help me find that girl and slap the shit outta her?

– user1: count me in!

– user2: me too! i'm gonna drag that little bitch down

“I'm so sorry, mon amour,” Timothée whispered as he turned the phone off. “You don't deserve any of this.”

You smiled sadly at him. “I know, but this is nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing. They want you to die, and that's not okay…”

“I don't have any plans on dying, Timmy.” You chuckled.

"But…but...”

"No buts. I know it hurts, but we have to live with it. I have to live with it. You'll just have to focus on your career, okay?”

Timothée sighed in defeat. “You're the most precious person in this world; you don't deserve this.”

“And you know it.” You smiled, grabbing his hand in yours. “I don't care about their words anymore, as long as I have you.”

“I don't deserve you.”

“You do; you deserve me and more.” You chuckled, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” Timothée planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you again to his chest. “I'm yours, forever yours.”

You sighed contentedly, melting at his touch, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend's arms. The only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him; no one could ever take away your happiness.

Your boyfriend, your Timothée, yours.

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The Emperor's Wife// Paul Atreides

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, slow burn kinda

"That princess shall have no more of me than my name. No child of mine nor touch nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire." The promise of Paul Atreides as he ascended your father's throne was held true for some time. But his words began to falter in time, against his will.

He married you, but remained loyal to his concubine, Chani. But he did acknowledge that you had a literary nature, and he entrusted you to sit in on his council meetings as Emperor. The more time you spent around each other, the more you became companions, and the more he relied on your mind to help him keep a balance of things.

You noticed as Paul started to become more relaxed around you. He'd even have a laugh with you now and then. It was clear that he valued your friendship as much as your ability to write and make sense of things.

One day Paul joked that Chani was his wife of passion and you were his intellectual wife. Your feelings had started to form into deep admiration for your husband, so his words were course against your ears. Though you knew that this was the way it had to be, it wasn't any easier to hear him say it.

But there was a look from him, a look where he scanned you, slowly, from head to toe. Your special training had kicked in. You could feel it; it was desire. He thought his momentary glance would go undetected, but that was nary the case.

All the late evenings in the council room, all the discussions you had about history and his interest in your writings, it all bubbled up to his vow being broken. You caught his gaze in a meeting later, and his green eyes could no longer lie to you. He was curious and desirous of you. But he could not do anything about it. He simply could not act on it.

But you, on the other hand, were tired of the intellectual relationship. This feeling was different for you, and you never expected to fall for him. Your body ached, your skin burned for your husband. Even if it was just once, you had to have him.

You hated to admit to yourself the jealousy you felt toward his Fremen woman. You wanted to feel what Chani felt. Just one full moment of Paul's desire. You needed his touch. To exchange passionate breaths with him. To have the weight of the handsome Emperor on top of you. To have his eyes on you, and only you.

..........

You ventured to Paul's sietch, into the private apartment he shared with Chani. The Fremen in the village knew you, so they did not try to stop you, or persuade you to leave. They welcomed you with respect, as you were indeed Muad’Dib’s wife.

The room was quite plain and modest for an Emperor and his woman. The bed, however, looked cozy with glow globes on either side. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air, laced with the spice melange.

You hoped he'd come soon. You hoped he would be the first one in, and not Chani. You didn't know what to say to her, if that would be the case. She had always been pleasant toward you when you were around her, but you didn’t know if her attitude would remain the same if she knew you wanted to bed her man.

You hoped that he wouldn't be harsh towards you; that he wouldn’t be angry about you invading the space he shared with his concubine. You liked to think that you had broken his walls and exposed the tender side of him. You sat on the bed, waiting.

Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, there was a tired huff from the person outside the door, and you knew the voice instantly. Paul came in, pulling off his still suit the second he entered. He didn't see you at first. You saw his shoulders and chest as he rid himself of the rubbery material. He was strong, with hard muscles and pale skin with minor scars here and there.

You could smell the dirt and sweat that he carried. It did not deter you in the slightest, but made you more eager.

He could sense you there. You knew he could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, without even turning to face you.

You took a shaky breath, then answered, "I wanted to see you, Paul."

He finished freeing his arms from the constrictive suit, turning to look at you sitting on his bed. "And why?"

You were excited just seeing his shoulders, but now you saw his naked chest, his hard pectoral muscles and small nipples. You nearly shuddered with need. "I-uhm," I want you. "I wanted to make sure that you saw how bright and beautiful the two moons look this evening. And maybe you'd like to see my latest Muad'Dib chronicle?"

Paul nodded, "Hm." He stepped over to the window, looking up at the moons, "They are quite beautiful tonight."

You rose from the bed, joining him by the window. You could really feel his presence now, as you usually didn't get quite this close to him. His scent was stronger, too. "I brought my latest writings. If you want to read."

"Sure. You may leave them here."

He was so polite, but never overly kind. He couldn't disrespect Chani. But you so wanted things to change between you and your husband.

"Paul, I really came here to talk to you about something."

He took his eyes off the night sky outside his window and looked into your eyes. "Go on."

Your heart started thumping in your chest, you cleared your throat. "Well, I do not wish to overstep, but I think you and I have both come to enjoy our time together. I think it is safe to say that we are good friends now." You got stuck for second as you got a close look of the sweat glistening on his skin in the glowing light of the dark room.

Paul softly smiled, giving you a nod to keep going.

"But, I need you to know that no matter how amazing the moons might be on a starry night, it is no match for the way I feel when I look at you."

His expression fell, and he shook his head, "Y/n, please. I am very flattered. I appreciate you, and I care for you."

You butted in, "I can sense that you desire me, Paul. You've already broken your oath. I know that you feel distant towards your concubine, and I wonder if it has anything to do with how you feel about me."

He chuckled, walking away from you, "I thought you said you didn't wish to overstep?"

"I cannot help it. I'm sorry. But you know my training." You genuinely didn't want to disrupt anything between him and Chani.

He ran his hand over his face, pushing away the exhaustion of the day, trying to make sense of his own feelings as well. "Y/n, you aren't wrong. Chani knows that my sentiments for you have shifted."

So he admits it!

"You haven't bedded her for weeks now, have you?" you prodded, carefully.

"No," he stepped closer to you, towering over you by several inches, "not that it is any of your business."

"I don't want to make you angry, Paul. But I have seen the way you look at me, the way you brush passed me during council. You've preferred spending more and more time with me lately." You took a step forward this time, just a foot's length away from him.

Paul let his guard down, knowing that you were right about everything. His face softened, and he brought his hand up to caress your face. His hand had been roughed up by the wind and sand if the desert, but you could still see yourself melting against it as he touched you.

Paul went on to say, "You should know by now how I feel for you. But it cannot be. I made a promise. I don't ever want to be cruel to you, my y/n." he licked his dry lips, and you noticed just how blue his eyes were as a result of spice addiction. "I did not marry you for things such as love or children, you know that."

"Yes, I know." you sighed, having heard that piece of information a hundred times during your marriage. "My husband, you are a loyal man. I admired you for that, but I don't wish for anything more than the same love that you have for your concubine. You can share that tenderness with me."

He said nothing, but kept his hand on your cheek, gazing at you so fondly.

You could sense him breaking for you. "Paul," you leaned closer, placing your hand on his exposed chest, "I have seen the way your eyes narrow at me when I bow before you as my Emperor."

Then, his hand wound tightly into your hair, and his lips were being smashed against yours. He pulled you against him, he moaned into your kiss. His hands were on your body, sliding up the curves of your hips.

Your body was electrified, you ran your hands through his hair, not caring how sweaty he was. The hunger was equal on both sides.

Paul pulled away suddenly, sighing as he turned away from you.

He was still wrestling in his mind, you knew it. "I need you." you said, melancholy taking over your tone as you started to believe he was going to refuse you completely, "I need my husband. I want to made love to by Muad'Dib." You went over to him, looking at his back you noticed a scar, larger than the others on his body. You wondered if the mark was result of a fall on a sand dune or maybe the consequence of riding the great sandworm. You reached out, cautiously running your finger along the scar.

He shivered at your touch, but he didn't shy away.

You decided that maybe this plan was fruitless, that he wouldn't, and never could love you the proper way in which a man loved his wife. "Paul, if you do not love me, I will leave now. You'll never see me come back to this place. I will accept being wrong. Things will go back as they were."

"No, please, don't go." he faced you again. He relaxed more, his body language and the look in his eyes was more at ease.

"Then stop me, my dear husband."

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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Write a Timmy smut to celebrate 2K!!

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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anniversary

a post from every year on their anniversay 🩷🩷

year one-

tchalamet just posted a story!

caption- one year 😳🩷

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y/n so elated, I'm a happy girl 🩷

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randocalrissian happy era !!!

yourfriend !!!!

tchalamet 🩷🩷

year two-

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tchalamet two years with the love of my life. I know I'll love you forever.

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chalshal this soft launch is killing me oh my goddd

dunesarrakis it's @y/n they like each other's posts and she's been seen out with him and even Pauline so much !!

paulstimmy I'm fine... im sooo fine and so chill about this😁😁😁....😭😭😭😭🔫🔫🔫

y/n upgraded to an insta post this year lets gooo

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tchalamet only many more to come

cinderellayn what's next year? marriage 🤔🤔🤭🤭

rachelzegler happy two years guys !!! love you both 🫶

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y/n two years of doing silly little things with you, my beautiful boy.

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badideayn BEAUTIFUL BOY 😭😭😭🫶🫶

arrakischalamet OMFGGGG

kylestimmy BRO I KNEW ITTTT

tchalamet I love you

year three-

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tchalamet loving you is the biggest fucking privilege in the world. I feel sorry for every person that doesn't get to know you and be loved by you. it's the best feeling. I love you, y/n. happy anniversary, baby.

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chalsharry sooooo happy for you guys 😁😁 (I am going to kms over this)

timotheesknees they are too cute oh my word

y/n sobbing. thank you my love

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tchalamet no, thank YOU

kylescigarette the caption... I need a bf sooooo bad

tsgf damn she ugly

bonestimmy damn you're a weirdo

ynscurtains hottest couple ever me thinks

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y/n three years 😳 I love you more than words can express. thank you for loving me, walking with me in the freezing cold cause I need a snack, and for putting up with me and my random fun facts. I love you forever, timmy.

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especiallytimothee THE WAY THE SECOND PICS IN BOTH OF THEIR POSTS MATCH OMGGG

duneschalamet THE SECOND PIC 💀💀💀💀 lucky girl fr...

timmyslay the last pic LOLL he's so cute

ynsgirlfriend oh to hear her random fun facts

timmyynstan obsessed w their posts about each other

tchalamet I could never get tired of you or your fun facts, your knowledge astounds me every time.

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sunshinetimmy I'm literally so lonely

year four-

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tchalamet four years with my muse. I love you mon amour. i love how much you support me in everything I do, and give me guidance when I need it (your candor is much appreciated) I knew when we first met and you made me laugh harder than anyone else ever has that you were gonna change my life, and that you were the girl of my dreams. happy anniversary my lovely girl.

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wonkatimmy WHEN WILL SOMEBODY LOVE ME🤣🤣🤣

timmysgf manifesting they break up soon 🙏🏼

arrakisyn HE AINT GONNA DATE YOU 🗣🗣

dunepaul y/n is too beautiful I swearrr

y/n 🥺🥺🥺 I love you hottie

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y/n happy anniversary my darling boy, you make me feel like the most loved girl in the world. I am so lucky and so grateful and so incredibly elated to be with you.

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tchalamet you ARE the most loved girl in the world

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wallowsyn I wonder how many pics she has of him that we'll never see...

tsgf she's definitely not the most loved... idk a single person irl that knows her or even likes her LOL

laurieslaurence yall are too cuteeee I swear

tchalamet I love you.

year five-

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tchalamet happy five years, my love. i don't know how i survived before i met you. every day with you is a dream. I love that I'm still learning new things about you.

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florencepugh you guyssss are the best couple I swear

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timmysbath I look forward to their anniversay posts every year

tsgf well they're gonna break up soon according to the celeb gossip accounts so say goodbye to that

laurieslaurence girl where did you hear that LMAOO just so delusional I swear

paulstimmy "celeb gossip sites" just say its from your own head and go

y/n 🥺🥺 being with you is the best thing to ever happen to me

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wonkaswhore THE LAST PICCC OMGGG 😳😳

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y/n I'll forever be your own personal photographer. whether a cannibal, chocolatier, or the heir of house atreides, i'm with you for as long as you'll have me. happy anniversary my lovely, talented, beautiful, sweet boy.

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moderntimmy a cannibal 😭😭 she's a bones and all stan fr

y/n hell yeah best movie ever!! I watch it when I miss him 💀💀

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tchalamet how does forever sound?

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paulsdunes I LOVE YALL SO MUCHHH

floralyn HE'S SO CUTEEEE IMMA KMS

tchalamet I love you so badddd good lord

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floralyn hes so in loveee 😭😭

year six-

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tchalamet happy six years, my fiancé.

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ynandtimstan CRYINGGG can't believe they're engaged now I'm so happy for them

dunestimmy I ❤️ my parents

lauriexamy that one account is kicking the ground fr

y/n ummmm where's my paragraph this year? 🙄

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tchalamet being written down for my vows, where's mine? 🤔

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y/n this time next year we'll be husband and wife. I don't know what I did in a past life to deserve this, but I'm sooo fucking grateful. I love you my fiancé!!!!

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yourfriend wedding of the century!!!

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lauriesring god I wish I was friends with them

tchalamet okay you said you wouldnt post that last one !!!

y/n I never said that! you're just so cuteeeeee, bub !!!!!

rachelzegler when are we going dress shoppinggggg

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tchalamet I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

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youaintnothinbuta · 4 months

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“thank you for telling me how you really feel” — willy wonka x reader

Summary: you and Willy go on your little day out date, and later that night share a kiss (or two) ;)

Pairing: Timothée!Wonka x fem!reader

Word count: 544

Warnings: again, disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos

Part one here!

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“I can’t believe that actually works.” You marveled, in awe of his scheme that allows him to slip in and out unnoticed by Ms Scrubbit or Bleacher.

“Of course it does, I’ve been doing it for weeks.” Willy replied with a hint of pride, his eyes glinting mischievously.

You shook your head in disbelief, a laugh escaping your lips. Willy, with a confident flourish, guided you through the charming streets of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you entered a cozy cafe, the gentle chime of a bell announcing your arrival.

As you sat in the quaint cafe, sipping coffee and exchanging stories, the atmosphere hummed with an undeniable connection between you two. Willy couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his eyes filled with genuine affection.

The day unfolded with a natural ease, the initial nervousness giving way to a comfortable familiarity that hinted at a deeper connection forming between you and Willy. It became evident that this date was more than just a casual outing.

As night fell back at Mrs. Scrubbit’s, you found yourself once again in Willy’s room, a quiet sanctuary full of wonder, that seemed to let you forget about the fact that you were quite literally stuck in this place forever. He handed you a small, heart-shaped chocolate.

“Here, try this one.”

“What does this do?” you asked, eyes searching for clues in his mischievous smile.

“It makes you kiss the chocolatier,” Willy said, his tone playful.

You squinted at him, uncertain of the truth, and popped the chocolate in your mouth. The rich sweetness enveloped your senses, and you sighed with delight as it melted on your tongue. Willy watched with anticipation, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a boldness surprising to Willy, you leaned in, placing your lips against his. Tenderly, he kissed you back, his hand finding your waist.

“Yes!” The moment was interrupted by a cheer from the hallway, and both of you turned to see Noodle, her hand over her mouth in realisation.

“Noodle!” Willy scolded, swiftly closing the door on her grinning face.

“Sorry!” She shouted, before backing off into her own bedroom.

You chuckled, the sound echoing in the room as you shared a moment of laughter at Noodle’s unexpected enthusiasm. Willy, holding your waist, finally confessed, “I lied, by the way. There’s nothing in those chocolates.”

Your smile faltered, cheeks flushing red.

“But thank you for telling me how you really feel,” he added, his smile genuine.

As the laughter subsided, a comfortable silence settled between you and Willy in the dimly lit room. The mischievous glint in Willy’s eyes spoke of a shared secret, a connection that had blossomed unexpectedly. Amidst the hushed atmosphere, Willy leaned in once again, his lips meeting yours in another soft, lingering kiss.

As you pulled away, the room seemed to hold the echo of that shared kiss. Willy’s eyes met yours, and in that silent exchange, an understanding passed between you two. It was a chapter in the midst of unfolding.

“Goodnight, Willy,” you whispered.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

With one last stolen glance, you retreated into the hallway, leaving Willy’s room and the intimate atmosphere behind.

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The prince of the Paddock ┃T.C

timothée chalamet x fem!f1mercedes!reader

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lola-la-cava · 11 months

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Met ‘23

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Y-yeah, don’t even worry about it. Who needs air?. Just… keep going” I say as they continue to tighten the corset. I grip my waist, sucking up as much air as I can.

All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice tsk. The women helping me with my dress backs up, causing the piece of clothing to loosen.

“Did she put you up to this?”, he asked the woman. She nodded.

“Traitor!”

He laughs at my quip and comes up to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful”

Timothée looks me up and down, examining the dress and taking my hand to twirl me. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I giggle.

The curly haired boy gasped, “Half bad? Come on! Give me a little more credit!”

“Ah fine! You look gorgeous!” I praise, getting my body close to his to pull him in for a needed kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet! Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh, lover boy?” my make-up artist comes to pull us apart and retouching my lipstick.

“How could I?” he stared at me with a love sick stare that I didn’t quite notice at the time.

Timothée hears a quick snap!from the camera. He whips his head around to see one of the photographers catch the perfect moment.

“Whoops” the guy shrugged.

“You people are sickening!” my assistant screamed from the other side of the room.

Timothée answers back, “Jealous much, Meg?”

“Ha. ha.” she teased. “I happen to enjoy being all alone, thank you very much”

I playfully roll my eyes at her antics. “Yeah, sureee”

“Aaalright, Y/N you’re set!” She pats my cheek as I look at her with grateful eyes.

Timothée’s arms wrap around my front once again as soon as she let go. His head resting on my shoulder, kissing my neck

“I just hope lover boy here doesn’t ruin your make-up”

“No promises” he giggles as he playfully placed wet kisses on the side of my head.

“I swear, you will never hear the end from me if you do” she warns him.

“Now, get on out there. Tons of people are expecting you”

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Ah, the calm before the storm.

Well, as calm as it can get. Which was not very.

They stood in the line before getting their pictures taken. Celebrities in extravagant clothing surrounded them. Some familiar faces present that Y/N took note to say hello to later on.

Y/N smoothed over her dress and brought her hand up to fix her hair again. Timothée noticing this, he interrupted her movement and took her hand. He squeezed it three times before kissing it.

I love you.

She took her hand back and grabbed her phone from a discreet pocket on the dress.

She scrolled aimlessly through social media, trying to get feeling of impending doom of my mind.

Her eye catches a random headline from an entertainment news update account. It read:

‘Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner hard launching their relationship at tonight’s Met Gala? Y/N Y/L/N left in the dust?’

She lets out an obnoxious scoff. Timmy hearing it, he looks at her screen, reading the obviously made-up headline.

“God, they’re still on that?”

He notices his partner’s silence. “Come on. You’re not really bothered by this, are you?”

She opened her mouth to say something. No words came out. She merely shrugged.

He gripped her shoulders and pulled her in for a bear hug. Timothée rested his head on hers as she got close to his chest, hearing the comforting beat of his heart that never failed to comfort her.

The couple stayed like that. “Trust me, mon coeur. I wouldn’t have this any other way. I’m perfect where I am and who I’m with”

“Shit, I actually might cry. I never know what to say when you say this sappy shit”, Y/N chuckles as she puts her hand up to mess with his styled hair.

Feeling her hand creeping his back, Timmy pulls away and bows. “I aim to please you. It’s my sole purpose in life”

A smile instantly appeared on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Nothing had definitely changed from when they first started going out. Same sparks, same chemistry, same tension. Whatever you wanna call it. It was there. They had it.

She tugged on his hand, pulling him in for one more kiss. Y/N looked at him, looking over the features she admired so much that she practically memorized them. Her gaze lands on his lips.

Some of her lipstick and gloss had transferred to his lips. She quickly tried to get the makeup off. “Shit, wait hold on. You have some-“

He smacks her hand away. “No, no. Keep it.” He rubbed his lips together getting the substance to cover all ground.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Timothée Chalamet? They’re ready for you.”

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“Right now, I’m here with everyone’s favourite couple, Timothée Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N” Emma, the interviewer, spoke with enthusiasm.

We’d just finished the carpet and were almost home free. Camera flashes blinded my vision as I tried not to close my eyes throughout the whole thing. Screams of my name were heard throughout the venue. Meddlesome questions and controlling demands to pose a certain way were yelled. To which, I didn’t respond to. Why should I? I maintained my balance by holding onto Timothée. You’d think after a few years, you’d get used to the bordering aggressive personalities you have to deal with every single day.

It turns out not really.

“How does it feel to be back? I mean, you guys have gone before, but how does it feel to be here as the quote-unquote, it couple?”

Me and Timmy both give awkward chuckles as we heard the last two words.

“Uh- I really don’t know about that last part, but it just feels great to share such a meaningful moment with him. I’ve personally dreamed of attending since I first saw it as a kid and to be invited for the second time… It’s just… yea”, I answer, not being able to expound on the statement.

Emma hums and gains back the mic.

“So, rumors have been swirling about the internet that actually said othewise. Do you have anything to say about that?” She points the microphone at Timothée this time, definitely hinting at the Kylie rumors.

He seems taken aback by the question, not knowing what to say and the only thing I’m able to do was squeeze his hand. Three times.

I love you.

Emma realizes this with a regretful look on her face. She leans toward both of us as she moves the mic away.

“It’s totally fine if you guys aren’t comfortable. We could just mov-“

He takes the mic, she gives him a grateful small smile.

“No, I uh, me and Y/N have actually seen a handful of tweets about this and I just wanna set the record straight and say we are very much still together”, he nods as he hands the microphone back to her.

“I think I’m right by saying that this has definitely relieved viewrs at home and me.” We laugh genuinely at her quip.

I imagine people on Twitter have stopped adding fuel to the fire after what he said and can have a better goodnight’s sleep later in the evening.

“And that’s our time. I’ll see you lovebirds inside! Have a great time together!”

We both shook her hand and left with an indebted expression for keeping it mellow (for the most part) after such a nerve-wracking red carpet.

“Very professional with that answer, Chalamet”, I hook my arms with his and leaned on his shoulder.

“Of course, ‘gotta remind everyone you’re still my girl”, he says with a smug smirk.

I laugh, “Your girl? I suppose that means you’re my boy?”

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Come on! As if you didn’t know that from the beginning”

“Ohhh, I know. I just wanted to hear it from your mouth!”

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lilmaymayy · 6 months

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thebetawolfgirl · 5 months

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We’re Just Friends pt2

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: This is a long one. So grab a cup of coffee/tea and a snack.

We’re Just Friends pt2

Y/n woke first, hearing the noise of the clean up team downstairs and lifted her head looking around and saw she was laying in the middle of the bed with Timmy’s arms around her waist, she ran her fingers through his messy hair trying to wake him up.

‘Timmy, Tim you need to get up, it’s morning and we need to leave before someone finds us.’

She whispered into his ear moving her finger down his arm.

He groaned burying his face deeper against her neck before moving to kiss up her throat sleepily, she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders before sitting up with him and letting her head fall back.

He pulled her closer against his body wrapping his arms around her hips and buried his face against her shoulder biting down on her skin, making her gasp gently before pushing his hair back and holding his face kissing all over watching his green eyes close and touched his lips gently before he deepened the kiss and opened her mouth with his sliding his tongue into her mouth.

She gripped his hair returning the kiss with equal passion and rocked against him making him gasp against her lips and pull her closer before she lifted herself up and slid back down on his cock slowly until he bottomed out inside her. He grabbed her hips digging his fingers into her skin, and helped her rock against him as she kissed him, riding him slowly.

‘We have to be quiet, in case someone hears us from downstairs.’ She whispered against his lips feeling him wrap his arms around her waist. He nodded, his breathing becoming laboured as she moved faster against him.

‘No… noise. Got it.’ He gasps out and buried his face between her breasts meeting her thrusts with his own harder thrusts.

She gripped his shoulders and pushed him back gently leaning over him and rode him harder grounding her hips against his and kissed him muffling his gasps and moans, as he grabbed her waist tightly and rutted his hips upwards against hers making her gasp and whimper against his mouth.

They came together clinging to each other as he shot his loads inside her as the orgasms washed over them.

They sat catching their breathes as she lay her head on his shoulder lacing her fingers through his as his arm lay around her waist.

‘We really should go before they catch us. I don’t even know who owns this house.’ She giggled at his words as he stared up at the ceiling.

Eventually they got up and got dressed then eased the door open with Timmy poking his head waving his hand behind him signalling the coast was clear before she followed him out, her shoes in her hand.

They made their way quietly down the grand staircase and to the front door before making a break for it before anyone saw them.

They made it 2blocks before stopping and leaning against a building to catch their breath.

She smiled as he pinned her against the building and kissed her, wrapping his arm around her waist and the other at the back of her neck. She smiled kissing him back and ran her hands up his shirt earning a muffled high pitched moan before he pulled away and looked at her.

‘I need to break it off with Stephanie. I can’t be with her after you. She’s never compared to you, y/n.’

She looked at him and nodded, ‘I’ve been waiting for you to say that.’ She smiled and wrapped her arms around him burying her head in his shoulder as he held her tightly against him and breathed a sigh of relief against her neck.

‘You still smell amazing’ he smirked as she mumbled ‘Do NOT bite me again.’

‘I’ll have tons of opportunities to bite you now. I need to find some way to mark you as mine.’

She lifted her head smirking at him ‘I never thought of that.’

The big thing was now their friend group finding out what happened between them, y/n didn’t think she was ready for all of that just yet, she shared her thoughts with Timmy as they walked around the city hand in hand and he agreed.

‘Although once I end it with Stephanie, it won’t take the rest of them long to figure it out. It’s impossible that no one saw us disappear together last night.’

She nodded looking around her, the city was so quiet at this time of the morning, well quiet for New York at least. She wanted to scream it from the rooftops about her and Timmy, but she wanted him just to herself, even a little while and she knew Timmy felt the same. He didn’t really enjoy sharing, she remembered when they were little kids he would push other children away from her at the park as if he was protecting her.

She smiled fondly at the memory when she was tugged against Timmy’s side as he wrapped his arm around her waist and she lay her head on his shoulder smiling.

‘Want to go somewhere for breakfast?’ He asked her as they walked by a little cafe that looked quiet.

‘Yes please, I’m starving.’ She responded spotting the little cafe.

He hid his smirk as he followed her and sat in a corner booth away from everyone as they ordered breakfast.

They both checked their phones for messages and missed calls and y/n saw that she had a few missed calls from Daisy and a few annoyed voicemails left by her, while Timmy had a sea of ignored texts, calls and voicemails from Stephanie and he sighed at her excessive need to know where he was at all time.

He definitely needed to cut ties with her as soon as possible, before she got too comfortable.

‘Daisy is pissed I blew off Tanner last night and also says that you had no right to interrupt either.’

Timmy rolled his eyes as the food was set down in front of them and they put their devices down and began eating having light conversation.

They discussed their work, what movies they wanted to see and what books they were reading.

‘I’m going to break it off with Stephanie, I’ve received a sea of missed calls, messages and voicemails from her. She’s getting too excessive so I need to break it off.’

Y/n nodded finishing off her plate and wiping her mouth.

‘If you need somewhere to hide out afterwards my door is always open.’

‘Thank you.’ He got out his wallet and paid for their food before getting up with her taking her hand and leaving for her apartment.

Timmy walked her up to her door and saw her inside, he was tempted to follow her in and continue what they started back at the house party but he had to go get changed before meeting Stephanie.

‘I’ll hold off on showering until you get back.’ She smirked before closing the door on his wide eyes before he shouted through the door ‘You’re evil woman! You can’t say something like that then just shut me out!’

She giggled and responded ‘Get rid of Stephanie and I’ll let you be on top this time.’

She heard him bound down the stairs like a madman to break it off with Stephanie and shook her head smiling and went to clean her room of the mess left behind last night.

An hour later, y/n had cleaned her bedroom, put her clothes away and had organised her planner for the coming week when Timmy came through her door looking exhausted and drained.

‘Timmy? I’m guessing the breakup didn’t go well?’

He shook his head and pulled her close against him burying his face deep against her neck, trying to literally become one with her.

‘Okay, forget the shower, we’re going to have a long hot bath together. With bubbles.’ She nodded decisively at him while holding his face in her hands before dragging him by his hand with her to the bathroom. She turned the taps on and let the tub fill while y/n turned to Timmy and slowly began to undress him.

‘She’ll get over it. You shouldn’t stay with someone you’re not happy with.’

He nodded sighing before leaning forward and captured her lips in a chaste kiss and reached for the buttons of her waistcoat undoing the ones that weren’t torn off and smirked at the memory.

‘I owe you a new waistcoat.’

‘Yes you do! Now help me with my jeans please.’

He took her hips spinning her so she was facing away from him before snaking his hands around her waist and tugging on the button of her jeans before sliding his fingers into the waist and pulled down both her jeans and her panties and off her legs one foot at a time.

He lifted her and stepped into the bath with her in his arms and sat her on his lap, pulling her back against his chest, and grabbed a washcloth and began running it up and down her arms, her shoulders, her back then her collarbone and down her neck.

He kissed each spot the cloth had touched, he brushed her hair over one shoulder and licked up the other making y/n gasp and close her eyes letting her head fall back against his chest. He ran his fingers down her neck then her collarbone slowly reaching her breasts and teased her nipples, making her grip the edge of the tub, Timmy grew hard at making her feel good as she writhed against him grinding onto his growing length.

He hissed through his teeth as he moved his fingers further down her torso and between her thighs, she gripped his wrist pushing his hand further between her legs. He leaned forward and kissed the spot between her shoulder blades and nipped her skin gently as he circles his thumb over the bundle of nerves slowly making y/n squirm against him and he slid one finger inside her folds hearing her gasp and arch her back, which caused him to add a second finger then a third stretching her.

‘Timmy.’ She breathed his name and it sounded like a prayer to his ears as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace as she reached up and crushed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.

He kissed her back hungrily pushing his tongue in and deepening the kiss becoming more and more turned on but was determined to please her until she came.

He thrust his fingers into her harder before curling his fingers upwards while rubbing her bundle and felt her walls grip his fingers hard as she came hard biting down on his lip until it bled.

He rode her through her orgasm until she came down panting heavily, before she lifted herself up and without warning sank down on his hard length making him to bite down on her shoulder to muffle his grunt of surprise as he gripped her hips to steady her as she ground her ass down against his hips as she rode him, tossing her head back against his shoulder.

‘Y/n! F-fuck!’ Timmy chokes out as he ruts his hips upwards to meet her causing him to go deeper as she moaned from her throat, gripping the edge of the tub and he held on to her waist. Water splashed everywhere as they moved against each other vigorously. He leaned over her shoulder and slammed his lips against hers clashing with teeth and lips in a messy kiss, as he pinned her hips down against his and ground against her hard making her grip and pull his hair, causing him to grunt against her mouth.

They both came in an earth shattering orgasm, as Timmy held y/n flush against his chest, dripping either from water or sweat as they sat panting heavily, y/n’s hair clung to her back and neck and her face as she tried to catch her breath.

They stepped out of the bathtub and drained the water before collapsing onto the bed still damp from the bath, Timmy wrapped the bedsheets around them and pulled the sheet over their heads burying them in a cocoon of white and lay on top of her, and began kissing her again wrapping his arms around her. She kissed him back sliding her hands up his sides making him shiver against her as he moved his lips down her jawline and down towards her neck and nibbles along her collarbone, she flips him onto his back tangling them more in the sheets as she continues kissing him.

He wraps one arm around her waist as the other holds her the back of her neck keeping her head in place as he deepens the kiss.

They break the kiss breathing heavily against each other, he lifts his hand and traces her lips when she nips the pads of his fingers nibbling the skin as she watches his eyes widen and his pupils dilate.

They were about to pounce on each other again when they heard Daisy’s voice come through the living room and looked at each other before groaning.

Y/n got up and wrapped her dressing gown around her and told Timmy to stay in her room as she went to deal with Daisy.

‘Y/N!’ Daisy yelled now in the kitchen.

‘Daisy shut up stop screaming my head is pounding!’

‘Where did you go last night? Tanner said you were very rude.’

‘Because I wouldn’t accept a drink from him? What a sad little life he leads if that’s what offends him.’

‘He was trying to be a gentleman, he wanted to buy you a drink.’

‘He was offended because I prefer to buy my own drink? I wouldn’t let my grandma buy me a drink. So I don’t know why you expect me to give some rich guy special treatment just because you think he and his brother is cute!’

‘Y/n come on-‘

‘I gave that spare key for emergencies, what was this emergency? Besides wanting to raid my fridge?’

Daisy looked at her surprised as she looked at her friend.

‘Did you know Timmy ended things with Stephanie this morning? She said he was wearing the same clothes from last night and reeked of sex.’

‘Sex has a smell?’ Y/n yawned rubbing her head.

Daisy nodded, watching her carefully.

‘Yeah. But didn’t you hear me? Timmy split from Stephanie this morning after arguing with her last night during the party.’

‘Yes I heard you. Hard not to.’ She muttered the last part under her breath.

Y/n poured herself some coffee while listening to Daisy ramble on about how Stephanie was heartbroken and she thought perhaps Timmy was gay and that’s why he hadn’t slept with her or hadn’t even touched her intimately, y/n spat out her coffee choking when Daisy said that and started chuckling as she cleaned up the regurgitated coffee ‘Timmy isn’t gay I’ve known him since the age of ten years old. I would’ve noticed by now.’

And he made y/n come three times this morning. She smirked and poured herself another coffee and sipped it slowly.

‘Anyways this still doesn’t explain why you’re in my apartment now? Why would I care about Stephanie and Timmy?’

‘I just thought you would want to know. And where did you disappear to last night? I went to look for you after the Tanner thing and couldn’t find you anywhere.’

‘Not that it’s any of your business but I went home last night after one too many drinks. So if you’ve just come over here to gossip hoping to receive gossip in return then you might as well go home because I have nothing for you.’

Daisy rolled her eyes as y/n poured a second cup of coffee and headed back towards her room calling back, ‘I’m going back to bed, you can show yourself out Daisy. And leave the key please. See you later Daisy.’

Y/n Heard her friend leave as she shut her bedroom door behind her and handed a waiting Timmy his coffee that he accepted gratefully and took a sip as she climbed back on the bed beside him.

‘Stephanie thinks you’re gay by the way.’ She giggles as he rolls his eyes sipping his coffee and shook his head setting his mug down and pulls her against his side wrapping his arms around her waist.

‘I don’t grope her like all the other guys she’s been with did and now I’m gay.’

‘To be fair you were dating her for weeks and you still hadn’t slept with her.’

‘I only went out with her because she wouldn’t stop…. Throwing herself at me and hinting that we would make a ‘great couple’ but when I told her I only saw her as a friend she just tried harder, thinking I was playing hard to get.’

Y/n sighed listening to him and played his hair soothingly as he nuzzled her neck. She knew Stephanie was extreme and it didn’t surprise her she pursued Timmy so strongly. It annoyed her, the way she forced herself onto Timmy in such a way.

And knowing Timmy as well as she did, he was a gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt a fly. He wouldn’t have known what to do with Stephanie and her forceful advances, she rubbed his back gently as he cuddled against her.

‘I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that, I wish you had come to me earlier.’

‘I didn’t want to annoy you with my problems.’

She grabbed his face in her hands making him look at her ‘You could never annoy me Timmy. If you ever feel like this again you come to me okay?’

He nodded and reached up to kiss her lips which she returned before rolling him onto his back deepening the kiss running her hands up his sides causing him to shiver against her, she moved her head and began kissing down his jaw before kissing and nipping his neck and shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her body and closed his eyes feeling her lips on his neck and lay his head back against the pillows.

She moved back up and kissed his lips gently as he moved his hands to hold her face and kissed back deepening the kiss.

They didn’t want anyone to know about them yet, for now. It was better when it was just them, wether they had to sneak around for a bit it would be worth it.

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bluetimeombre · 3 months

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˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Wanting you, under the Italian sun

You and Timmy have most been working hard. For the summer, they decide an Italian getaway.

[a little something that's been sitting in my drafts while i work on some other things, i hope you enjoy. I'm thinking of taking some requests, cause i'm lacking inspiration so if that's something you'd like, let me know and maybe, you'll get lucky]

The car dropped you off at your private villa for the weekend, the wheels rolling onto the stone.

You step out first while your beautiful boyfriend, timothee paid and took the bags from you. You both stare at the old but wonder ours villa which would be your home for the summer.

Timmy threw an arm around you shoulder, drawing you in and kissing your temple. It was an endearing move you revelled in. ‘Are you happy, amore mio?’ (My love)

You smile up at him. ‘Very.’

His lips Slide Over yours before leading you over to the door. You guys had already picked up the keys to the place by the owner. All summer, this would be your own private haven.

The two of you were hidden, surrounded by tall trees to shield you and it was at least a mile walk from the nearest town. You had a stocked kitchen, a pool for your own enjoyment and each other.

You and Timmy had only been dating six months, but it felt like the most blissful forever. Already you knew there was nothing more you could want, you had everything. But still, you both had been working hard over the last few months and knew to keep you both sane, you needed to escape.

You had been working hard on a movie you’re especially proud of with Emerald Fennell (the director of Saltburn). It was premiering at the end of the year and was a high talk of Oscar buzz, but it was taxing. And Timothee had been busy promoting dune two and preparing for Bob Dylan. The only time you’ve shared is surprising each other in different countries, stealing moments of hurried movements of bodies in hotel rooms and several hundred facetimes.

You'd both agreed to get away, knowing it could snowball into stress and terrible times. He was one of the biggest stars in Hollywood, a household name and everyone loved him. Meanwhile everyone was looking to you, a trend-setter, so what your next big move would be.

Italy, it would just be you.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

You spent your first week sleeping in, bathing in the sunlight that came through the windows, left open for a cool breeze and curtains blowing gently. His hands would run over your bare skin, tracing marks his lips had made the night before. Then he'd roll on top of you and continue the evening.

His lips trail down your neck, biting and licking over a spot. 'Can't get enough of you.'

Then your mornings continue slowly. Sometimes you'd go for a walk around the countryside, or walk into the town and buy some flowers for the villa and Timothee would insist on buying you pretty things.

'A pretty girl deserves pretty things,' he always said.

So, when you brought a bouquet, you always spared a flower for him.

Most mornings, you'd be found in the pool while Timothee made breakfast, bringing it out for the two of you. You'd sit at the set table, next to each other, your legs stretched into his lap as he traced patterns on your skin. Or his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You guys talked, talked about anything. Your careers, your hopes and dreams for the future, together-obviously. You talked about books and poems and movies and family. It was so easy with him. And at the same time, everything was exciting.

Your bodies knew each other, and in the summer, with so much skin, you had many chances to explore each other, but you also explored each others minds, picking out anything you each wanted to know.

Timothee, on rare occasions, even on holiday, slept in. You spent your time admiring him, his lips parted with soft breaths and his curls fresh and soft. He was naked under the sheets but the white covers were pulled over his chest. He still had an arm draped over your stomach, but it was weak in sleep.

You slipped away easily, taking your books and making yourself coffee and heading to the poolside to relax in the morning glow.

Only half an hour slipped by before you boyfriend wandered out, in his trunks, still stretching out the sleep that held his body.

'Good morning, baby,' you greeted with a smile.

Timothee smiled down at you before urging you to shuffle to the end of your chair. He slipped behind you, legs on either side and arms wrapping around your waist. He kissed one the tattooed marks he left on you last night. That's what he loved about the villa, the two of you wearing barley anything. 'Morning, mon amour. How did you sleep?'

You lean your head back on his shoulder. 'Like a babe.'

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you. It was never quick with him, never swift. His lips were hard against yours, his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip to taste the coffee on your tongue.

You pulled back before you could lose your place in your book. But, you pulled your coffee cup from the ground and offered him some.

He took a sip and leant his head on you shoulder, reading over while his hands messaged your stomach and hips. 'Even on holiday you're working.'

'This isn't work, i'm reading.'

'About the architecture of Italy?'

'It's a beautiful place.'

He hummed. 'It suits you, beautiful place for a beautiful girl.' He wears a smirk as his fingers slide over your swimsuit and slowly slip under under it grazes your bare hipbone.

'Timothee,' you warn with the most conviction you could.

'What?' he asked innocently.

You peck him on the lips, pulling away and leaving him to chase them. 'You have a problem.'

'Yes, I do.' Slowly, he slides the book of the chair, leaving it to thud on the ground and he slowly settles you down, as he slides along your back, slowly taking the straps down with his teeth. 'Will you help me?'

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As the sun sets on your simple day, the two of you sit at dinner outside as always. You listen to Timothee strum the guitar he brought along, mumble along to some songs he'd learnt for Bob Dylan.

Then, he passed it to you, letting you strum what songs you knew from other movies you'd done.

Once you set the guitar down, it fell quiet.

'You know I want to marry you, right?' said Timmy out of nowhere. 'Not here. Not now. When it's right, for you.'

You look at him. You spoke about futures, but never had he said so blatantly that he will marry you. 'What about you?' you ask.

'I'll be ready when you are,' he says, gently brushing your hair behind your shoulder. 'And this could be our lives. Here. Every summer this could be our villa. You and me. Then one day, our kids. Then, when we've made enough movies we'll do what the old movie stars do. Retire, direct or produce a movie or something. We'd be like those cooky neighbours who throw the craziest parties.'

'Cheeseboards,' you suggest. 'Watching sunsets and sunrises, walking to town to buy ingredients for supper. Then complaining about the kids running around our feet while trying to cook.' you say, playing pretend for your future lives.

Timothee nodded, leaning closer to you, like he could see the future in your eyes. 'We'll hide away here, in the trees, and swim together, naked- when we're alone of course-' you laugh at his. 'and we can spend all day together, I'd get to touch you whenever I please,' his hands slowly caressed up your legs, careful and light.

You blush, smiling and resting your chin in the palm of your hands. 'All day every day touching you.'

'Could you think of anything better?' he smirked, lips brushing yours.

'Well, right now, a few things.' you kissed him and kissed him, thankful forever for the Italian sun.

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 2 years

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In Doses in the Night.

Request from @starberry-cake:

Harry’s House is so good!! Could you do a Timmy fic with Music For A Sushi Restaurant or Cinema? (I just vibe with these songs so much) Like they met working on a project together and things start heat up between them or something?

Wordcount: 1.6K+

A/N: I love love love both of those songs. They are my top right now. I’ve decided to go with Cinema. I hope you like it. I wrote it really quickly. Left it up to possibility do a part two.

Warning: Slight smut, fake drug use, smoking. Unedited.

Timothee’s eyes followed you around the room. You could feel the heat of his gaze burning through your dress. You couldn’t keep the smirk off your face. You knew he would love this little number. You brought it with tonight in mind. It’s been a few months since you two started your little affair.

It started when you both began working on a small indie film together. It was one of your first films and you two were playing a couple on the run from the law after killing each other spouses and running away together. The movie had thrills, violence, and more importantly sex.

Sasha and Aiden, your characters, didn’t have sweet passionate sex, but rough, wild fucking sessions, and the film was not going to shy away from them. To say you were nervous was an understatement and then there he was. Timothee Hal Chalamet in all his beautiful glory.

The chemistry between the two of you was instant. And he was of course a talented actor and was cast the same day. And a few weeks later you two were in a small city in Germany to shoot the movie. There was a sex coordinator, who was lovely, but the director wanted you both to improvise and let the moment take you. And after many sessions with the coordinator, it was time to shoot.

“Sasha. Look at you, so fucking gorgeous. He didn’t deserve you at all,” Timothee said as his character, grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you against his shirtless body.

You gasped because the script said so, but because of the feeling of Timothee pressed against him. “And she didn’t deserve you. No fun didn’t know how to take care of a man like you.” Your voice was breathless and you looked up at Timmy, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Only you can take care of me,” He growled his hands tightening on your neck before pulling you in for a blazing kiss. His hands moved to cup your breast in his hands, squeezing them roughly, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Such pretty fucking sounds you make for me. What else can you make more?” He chuckled tossing you away from him, pushing you on the bed. He grabbed the bible from the table that was lined with “coke”. He took a snort before holding it up to your own.

You kept your eyes on Timothee as you followed suit, sniffling after as he grabbed you once more, Kissing you again. Timothee shoved his tongue in your mouth as he rub the silk thong from your body. You fought to keep the blush off your face at being naked in front of everyone and trying not to freeze.

Timothee pulled back slightly feeling the change in you body. “Just keep your eyes on me. It’s only us,” He whispered. His eyes were blown out and his voice low and you moaned. He smirked before his hands moved down your body.

“Cut, cut cut. Perfect. Small notes.” The director shouted, causing you both to pull away. “Y/n, that moan, perfect. Timmy the look you had on your face. So perfect. Maybe hold her a bit rougher. Remember you are high on drugs, murder, and lust and she is your lover that you want to devour.”

Timmy looked from her to you, before grinning. “That is not a problem at all.” It was after shooting that day that you first find yourself in Timmy’s bed. And for the rest of your duration working on the movie, you woke up every morning in his bed. Timmy stared down at you as he sat against the headboard smoking before pushing the cig into your mouth. You two spend mornings smoking, having breakfast, and talking.

When shooting wrapped you gave Timmy your number and parted ways, but it wasn’t the end of your affair. You spoke on the phone every morning and night. During the day you two talked about life, and your plans for the day, but when the nights rolled in, things were different. You laid in your bed listening to his deep breaths and groaned as he touched himself as you did the same.

Nothing made you wetter than Timothee’s voice on the phone and across the world, telling you how much he adored your voice, how much he wanted to bury his cock in you.

To say the premier had you on edge would be a lie, but you were anything if not a tease. You brought a date, a tall, handsome man with you. A friend, nothing more, but it didn’t stop you from hanging on his arm as you walked into the Cinema.

As the two stars, you both needed to seat tonight, and while it was normal to sit in the front, Timmy and you decided for the very back corner. The director and supporting actors sat in front of you.

“You look stunning tonight, Y/n,” He said as the light lowered, his lips on the shell of your ear.

You shivered, keeping your eyes on the screen. “Thank you, Timmy. You look amazing as well.”

The movie started and there you were spread on a motel bed with Timmy between your thighs. Your legs on his shoulder and hands in his hair. You moaned on screen and your legs tightened as you thought about what it actually felt like when Timmy was between your legs.

“You are so cinematic, honey. So perfect on the screen. Made of it,” He said, his hand moving to your knee giving it a little squeeze.

He was smirking. You didn’t have to look at him to know that. That smirk had been engraved on your body and you were not a fan of being teased.

“I dig it. How cinema you are. A fucking star,” He whispered, moving his hand higher up your thigh.

“Thank you,” You whispered back cursing him to hell and back in your mind.

“Do you think I’m cinematic? I moan just as prettily as you.” He added. “Or maybe I like you too much.” His hand move from your thigh and you missed the feeling of it already.

The scene had changed to Sasha and Aiden’s first meeting. The moment they met in a crowded club. Sasha danced widely with her girlfriends and Aiden’s eyes were glued to her. You knew that was the same way Timmy looked at you tonight. Sasha twirled and her eyes landed on Aiden. The heat between them was instant. The director called this the moment of impact, the cosmetic shift, where courses of life were forever changed.

You looked at Timmy next to you, to find him already looking at you. You kept your eyes on him as you pulled your dress up and dip your fingers into your underwear, gasping lightly as you met your dripping fold.

Timmy moved the cupholder in between your both, moving closer to you. As you touched yourself never letting your eyes stray from his.

“Are you wet for me?” Aiden asked on screen, but Timmy’s eyes asked the same question.

“So wet for you,” you and Sasha answered breathlessly.

You pushed a finger inside of yourself, biting your lip to keep from moaning out loud in the theater. Luckily your own screen moans and soft music filled the room. No one was even paying attention to the two of you.

“So perfect, go ahead and add another.” You didn’t need to be told twice and added a second finger thrust shallowing into yourself. Sweat gathered on your skin, making you glow with the lights from the screen and Timmy wished for nothing more than to have you right now.

“Goodness, I want you so badly right now. All of you,” He mumbled as he watched you.

You whined softly. You wanted him just as badly. You thrust your fingers quicker inside of you. Timmy's hand snaked under your dress pinching your clit. “So wet for me, huh? This wet pussy is all mine, I suppose,” he teased.

“All yours, Timmy. You are so good,” You said. Your lip was bleeding with how hard you are biting it to keep your sounds in.

Your fingers curled inside of you as Timmy roughly pinched your clit again and again and before you can stop it, you were cumming around your fingers. Timmy knew it was happening before you did, and his hand came to cover your mouth. Your legs shook and you didn’t stop your thrust as you came and neither did Timmy’s.

Timmy made you cum three more times before the movie was over. You were drenched and could barely stand up as you stood up and made your way to the front of the theater. The room was spinning and too hot, everyone was clapping for our group on the stage, but all you wanted to do was try not to stare at the movie star next to you.

When it was finally okay to leave, you told your friend you weren’t feeling well and sent them to the after-party without you. You walked out of the cinema, moaning as the cold air hit your skin.

“I haven’t even got inside of you yet, no need to moan, honey,” Timmy said appearing as if from the shadows. He pressed you against the wall, his hand moving under your dress. He groaned. “So fucking wet still? When I get you on my bed, I will fucking remind you why you are mine.”

“No have me now,” you begged.

“You deserve more than a fuck against a wall. All sex talk aside. I adore you, y/n,” He said cupping your face.

“I adore you as well. I think you are quite cinema as well, Timmy,” You said before kissing him hungrily. “Now take me home,” you mumbled, biting his lower lip.

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled pulling away. His green eyes, connect with your own eyes. You chuckled along with him, grabbing his hand in yours. And you knew that this was your cosmetic shift and you couldn’t wait to see where this took you.

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lixzey · 6 months

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mine, forever mine.

one two

Timothée couldn't help but smile as he watched his girlfriend, Y/N, sleep peacefully. She had looked so tired that he hadn't had the heart to wake her up, even though they had planned to go stargazing tonight.

He sat beside her, taking in her beauty and breathing in the smell of her. Timothée's heart thundered in his chest as he watched her sleep, her gentle breaths like a soothing melody to his ears. In the darkness of the night, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the woman who lay beside him. She was like a delicate flower, beautiful yet strong, fragile yet resilient. As he traced his fingers over her skin, he wondered how he had been lucky enough to find her in the chaos of their world. Her laughter was contagious, and her smile could brighten up even the darkest of days. She had this way of making him feel like he was the only person in the world, and he loved her for that.

Timothée remembered how they met; fate had intervened in the most unexpected way, and he was grateful for that every single day. She was his best friend, his confidante, and his lover, all rolled into one. He couldn't imagine his life without her. When they first met five years ago, Timothée thought that she was way out of his league. Saoirse had convinced him to go out with one of her friends for lunch, and it was love at first sight. Timothée remembered that day vividly. He had been so nervous; his palms were sweating, but he was determined to make a good impression. He had put on his best outfit and made sure he was impeccably groomed. When she arrived, it was like the sun had suddenly come out and lit up the entire room. She was so beautiful and graceful, like an angel that fell from heaven, and he could hardly take his eyes off of her. Somehow, she had been able to see past his awkwardness and insecurity and accept him, no questions asked. She had quickly put him at ease with her warm personality and friendly smile.

It was like a spark of electricity that lit up his world, and he never looked back. He had never felt so alive before, and he knew that he was meant to spend his life with her. From their very first date, Timothée and Y/n had created the type of bond that most people spend their entire lives searching for. It was clear that they had a connection that would never be broken, no matter the circumstance.

Timothée admired how Y/n seemed to find happiness in the simplest things, always appreciating the beauty and little wonders that life offered. Y/n didn't deserve to get all of this hate, she was the purest soul. She taught him to slow down and accept life's imperfections, something he had struggled with in the past. Every time he looked at her, he thought the same thing: how lucky he was to have her in his life. For as long as he had known her, she was soft yet resilient. She had compassion and creativity.

Timothée was beyond grateful to Saoirse for setting them up in the most unexpected way. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Y/n completed him in ways he never knew were possible. She knew his deepest fears and his darkest secrets, and yet she loved him unconditionally. She was his rock, his safe haven, and his home.

There were so many times that Timothée was certain she was going to walk out of his life. His career always got in the way of their time for each other. He always asked himself why she was still with him after all of the shit he'd put her through, like that one time when Y/n told him she was going to make dinner for him and completely forgot. But despite his shortcomings, Y/n stayed. She loved him because of who he was, and she assured him she was not going anywhere. Timothée was sure that his woman must have the patience of a saint, because sometimes it terrified him.

Timothée wanted to show her off and brag to the world about her. He wanted to tie the knot with her and spend the rest of his life with her. But his management stood in the way of that. He imagined them sitting on the porch of a cozy house, holding hands as they watched the sun set over the horizon while their children ran around, chasing each other through the yard. He couldn't imagine anyone else he'd spend the rest of his life with.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

I'm going to show her off, whether they like it or not.

Sighing, he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Thank you for loving me, mon amour. I'm going to make it up to you. I love you.”

“Where are you taking me, baby?“ You asked as you fidgeted with the cloth that covered your eyes. “Is the blindfold really necessary?”

Timothée chuckled. “Be patient, mon amour. We're almost there; just hang in here tight."

“Can you give me a clue where you're taking me? Come on, babyyy!” You whined, your nose scrunching in annoyance, making your boyfriend laugh.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine, laugh.”

It's been a week since the article blew up. You didn't give it any more attention; instead, you focused on your boyfriend, giving him all the love he deserves. You spent the week cooking for him, which he highly appreciated after a long day of working on the go.

Now, your boyfriend is taking you somewhere blindfolded. You had no idea where he was taking you, but knowing your boyfriend, it was another one of his surprises.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly. You heard your boyfriend get out of the driver's seat before opening the door on the passenger side.

"You ready, mon amour?"

“I can't see a thing; I'm absolutely ready.” You rolled your eyes at him—not that he could see it, though.

“There's my sarcastic girl.” Timothée chuckled, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the car.

Timothée slowly led you from behind, telling you when to turn and when to walk straight. After what felt like hours, Timothée finally instructed you to stop. You felt the soft grass beneath your feet and heard the faint background hum of a crowd of people. Finally, someone removed the blindfold, and you blink several times, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. When your eyes finally adjusted, your breath caught in your throat.

The entire gazebo was lit up with twinkling lights, like thousands of stars had been scattered across the ground. Rose petals decorated the entire path leading to the middle. Timothée's family stood beside yours with huge grins plastered on their faces. Both yours and Timothée's friends were also there, smiling brightly. Bystanders stood around with cameras everywhere, trying to capture the moment. Suddenly, your eyes widened when your eyes landed on a familiar brunette; Kylie Jenner was smiling at you from the sidelines, giving you a thumbs up and silently urging you to go to your boyfriend.

You slowly walked towards your boyfriend, tears shining in your eyes as you realized what was happening. Timothée grabbed your hands, and life began to blur out around you as he began to speak.

“The very first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one. You looked like an angel that fell from heaven, and I could hardly take his eyes off of you. You have this way of making me feel like I'm the only guy in the world. How have I been so lucky to find you amidst the chaos of the world? Your smile could brighten up even the darkest of days. You were like a spark of electricity that lit up my world. You taught me to slow down and accept life's imperfections. I can't imagine a life without you, mon amour. You are my rock, my safe haven, and my home.” His voice was shaky, but his words were clear and true.

Timothée fell on a bent knee, a beautiful diamond ring in his hand. His eyes were full of love and admiration. “So what do you say, my beautiful angel? Will you marry me? ”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed into Timothée's green eyes. “Yes,“ you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd around you.

“Yes, I will marry you!” You threw your arms around him, feeling his warmth and the beat of his heart against your chest. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and you felt as if you were floating on cloud nine. You leaned in close to Timothée and whispered, “I love you, Timothée Chalamet,” and you meant it with all your heart and more.

Timothée slipped the ring onto your finger, and the two of you shared a kiss that felt like forever.

You couldn't believe that you were engaged to the man of your dreams, the man who had swept you off your feet and made her believe in true love. You looked around at the smiling faces surrounding the two of you, feeling overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude.

“I hope you get used to my fans looking at you, mon amour.” Timothée chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I want to take you around the world. They don't have to understand. I'm going to rub it in their face that I put a ring on your hand.”

You giggled, kissing his nose. “That'll take a bit of getting used to.”

“I'm going to show you off, whether they like it or not.”

“You're the one.” You whispered, before capturing his lips in yours. “Mine, forever mine.”

You couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him, the man you love, your soon-to-be husband.

Your fiancé, your future, your Timothée, yours.

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