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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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hiii this is my first request ever and I was wondering if you could do a timmy angst fic! I identify as female so maybe something where he neglects reader pls

BROKEN BOUNDARIES

this ask definitely tapped into my subconscious, writing this felt super super personal.

NOT PROOF READ AT ALLL.

WARNINGS: angst, toxic!Timothée, toxic!Reader, foul language, ANNGSTTTT.

let me know if I missed anything.

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He was away for work again.

He’s away for work and for the first week he called me non-stop, texted me between cuts, until he wasn’t. I simply chalked it up to the fact his scenes were getting more intense, there would be more takes, not as much free time.

It’s been a week since he last called me, now there’s only two days before he comes home.

Of course he texted me a few times letting me know what he was doing on set and how much he missed me, but days since I had heard his voice. It killed me to miss my boy so much.

And then came the pictures.

The day he was coming home I found out he indeed had time to call me. Instead the days, almost weeks before his arrival, he was pent up on yachts, going to clubs, even a very lengthy outing with his co-stars the night prior to his flight. It wasn’t that I had an issue with him having fun, it wasn’t about cheating, not about a type of envy having the bonding experiences you should with your co-workers as an actor.

It’s completely about the fact he intentionally didn’t call for seven days and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, what I feel is strictly pain.

I throw my phone down on the bed and collapse on the surface just the same.

I love him with my entire being and I know he does too, or I thought? Does he in this moment? I feel almost betrayed, I feel forgotten, put off.

This is not the first, second, or third time something like this has happened— Honestly, I’d lost count during the years of us being together. It was a fact of principle and that I had made a point to tell him the last time, that it hurts, it hurts deeply to be so disregarded.

I could cry, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere, right? I could blow his phone up with how hurtful it is, but that would also be a dead end.

I rake my mind for solutions. I laid there for what felt like hours before picking up my phone.

—

‘Hey!’ My friend answers.

“Hey, are you busy this weekend?” I ask.

‘No not at all, why what’s up?’

“I’m- I was wondering if I could come up there for a day or two, I need a girls weekend.” I sigh.

‘You know you’re always welcome here. Why are you even asking? Are you okay?’ She questions.

I let a tear slip and steady my voice, “No, yeah I just need a couple days for me. I’ve been in the house for nearly two months.” I try and manage a chuckle.

‘Will you be here tonight? I thought Tim was..coming back today?’ She prods cautiously.

“He is but I-,” I close my eyes and will myself to be calm, “I’ll explain when I get there okay?” I nearly whisper, two more tears fall from my eyes. There was a pause.

‘Let me know when you leave, okay? I love you.’

“I love you too.” I end the call, getting to my feet and start packing my bag.

It wasn’t long before I had everything I needed for the weekend, I sit the duffle bag on the bed before showering and changing into a clean comfortable outfit. I check the time.

‘7:32 PM’

I could be there in two hours if I leave now I thought to myself.

I rip some notebook paper from an old journal and write Timothée a note explaining where I am, who I’m with, and that my phone won’t be on.

Petty? Probably. But it feels good.

I make my way down the steps and move to open the front door only to have it opened for me.

“My love!” He embraces me, I use my free hand to wrap around him, I indulge the feeling remembering how his warmth feel, how he smells, before pulling away.

“I missed you, missed you so much.” He beams as he kisses my head, standing before me with a wide smile until he saw my bag. I curse myself mentally.

“Where are you going?” He questions, I step aside and he steps into the loft setting his bags down.

I remain silent for a minute, taking him in. He didn’t look the least bit fatigued by the 14-hour flight, by being away for such a period, he looked well rested even. Meanwhile I could feel the bags under my eyes, the knot in my throat prevents me from saying anything immediately, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I um-“ I press my temples with my free hand, “I’m gonna go to The Hamptons, to Rae’s, for the weekend. I just need some time to myself-“ I finally get out.

His face falters and I can feel the tension thicken like being drowned by waves, “Baby, I just got back, please just stay til the morning ?” He cuts in before caressing my face with a grin like nothing was wrong.

This tension is one-sided.

I look up into his eyes feeling myself tear up, “No. No I can’t.” I say quietly, pulling in a sharp breath, “Timothée you— I cant keep getting put off. I can’t keep getting treated as second when you’re away you-“ Hot tears fall down my cheeks, i drop the bag, he lets me go, “I told you how shitty it feels, multiple times, you keep doing it. Why?” My voice breaks as the tears continue to fall.

“W-What do you mean? How shitty what feels?” His voice raises slightly, his face scrunched looking at me.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” I let out a soft chuckle, tears continuously streaming down my face, “You act like you do nothing wrong regardless of how many times I bring it up-“

“I didn’t do shit-“ Hee cuts in.

“No Timotheé! You did the ONE fucking thing you always do! You’ve had a whole week to talk to me, seven days! I’ve gotten a mere text for half those if that, I saw the pictures-” I choke on the word, his jaw clenches, “Pictures of what!” He moves closer as he yells, “What did I do-“ I cut him off.

“You’ve been fucking off for nearly two weeks, not caring how it would make me feel, you’re girlfriend,” I’m sobbing now, “Remember me?” I take in a heavy breath.

“I haven’t been fucking off? I do care how you feel I just-“

“It takes seconds to call and let me hear your voice,” I run my hands roughly through my hair, “Seconds that you couldn’t fucking spare out of a week plus!”

“Baby please-‘ He moves to grab my hands.

“No, you don’t get to charm your way out of this,” I wipe my face, “Not this time.” I push past him and grab my bag heading towards the door, I feel resistance.

His hand tightens around the back straps of my bag, “Please don’t, please, I’m,” He pulls me closer to him, caressing my face with his hands, “I’m sorry, please,e Ii’m sorry-“

Tears pool in our eyes as we stare at one another, “Please don’t leave-“ He closes his eyes and sets his forehead on me, his tears falling against my cheek as my own mix with them.

I take a shaky breath, “You keep breaking the boundaries I’ve set,” I sniffle, “I’m tired of being disappointed,” I look up, meeting is teary eyes, “By your empty promises.”

I pull away from his embrace and gather my things, walking to the door, “There’s a note for you upstairs.” I call back not looking at him.

“I love you.” He chokes.

I glance over my shoulder at him, opening the door and throwing my things in the back of my car, starting my drive to The Hamptons.

I see the half mark sign and feel an overwhelming sadness, hot tears testing my eyes. I blink them back.

Love is kind, love is patient.

Love does not dishonor.

Love does not fail.

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be fine.” I repeat to myself.

Love always perseveres.

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 9 months

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Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Five: Soft Breath, Beating Heart

AO3 one two three four five six seven eight

Mayday, situation overload; I’m restless, obsessed with your future. And all my worries, they don’t bother you; collected, you render me useless.- All Time Low, For Baltimore

She fidgeted anxiously in the back seat of the rideshare Tim had called for her. They weren’t FaceTiming anymore, but they were texting, and god were the texts dirty.

How much longer, baby ? I feel like I’m going insane from wanting to touch you

Just a couple more mins

Can’t wait to see you again, I wanna kiss you so bad

I want to kiss you, too

Wanna see how hard I am for you ?

Lea bit her lip at that, shakily typing out her reply.

Yes please

A picture came through of Tim stroking himself, and she had to fight back a whimper.

Do you know why I’m like this, Lea ?

Because it’s your job?

Because I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking about what you taste like, the way you kiss me, the way you moan my name. I’m gonna make you cum so hard when you get here

Suddenly, the car pulled to a stop in front of the studio. “Here we are,” her driver said with a polite smile. “Have a good one.”

“Thanks, you too,” Lea told him shakily before stepping out and hurrying inside.

“Lea,” the director said in surprise when he saw her walk in the door. “Wasn’t expecting you today.”

“Oh, um… Tim asked me to come by, so…”

“Ah,” the director nodded. “That makes sense; I suspect he’s gotten a bit spoiled by all the attention you give him. In any case, he’s—“

At that exact moment, however, the man in question burst out of his dressing room and marched over towards her with purpose, nudity and all.

The director blinked in surprise, as did Susie, one of the other fluffers that Lea had become work friends with. Tim paid them no mind, however, simply grabbing Lea by the hand wordlessly and pulling her towards his dressing room.

“You’re still wearing the stockings,” he observed as they stepped inside.

“It’s still cold outside,” she pointed out.

Tim locked the door behind them and pulled her towards the couch. “It’s cold, but you’re wearing that tiny little fucking skirt?”

Lea flushed. “You seemed to like it, so…”

He laid down on the couch. “Damn right I like it. Take your panties off.”

Lea took her shoes and socks off, then her panties, her movements quick and aborted.

He stared at her for a moment before deciding, “Sweater and bra, too. I wanna see your tits.”

She obeyed this command hastily as well. “What about the skirt?”

“Nuh uh,” he smirked. “No, you leave the skirt and stockings on.”

“O— okay.”

He grabbed her by the waist and yanked her towards him. “Good girl. Now sit on my face.”

Lea’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think you were serious about that!”

“You bet your sexy ass I was,” he said impatiently. “Sit. On. My. Face.”

She did so, feeling very hesitant and very embarrassed at having him see her body so close up, but Tim just groaned at the sight of her, took her ass in his hands, and pulled her down to him so he could lap at her. Lea yelped in surprise, because he hadn’t teased her even a little; he’d just gone right into flicking his tongue over her clit.

He reached up with one hand to twist her nipple sharply, his other hand kneading her ass. She began to roll her hips, tilting her head back at the exquisite sensations he was bringing forth in her.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, the sound somewhat muffled. “Ride my face like a good little slut.”

Lea fisted a hand in his curls, holding him against her as he tugged her nipple and swirled his tongue around her clit in fast little circles. She was getting close and it hadn’t even been that long.

“Fuck, fuck, oh god, Tim—“

“You’re gonna cum for me already, aren’t you?” he murmured, his breath hot on her sensitive clit.

Lea nodded jerkily, desperate for the release only he was capable of granting her. “You’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck I want it so bad—“

“Then cum,” Tim ordered sharply before taking her clit between his lips and sucking.

Lea spasmed, her hips bucking against his face as he worked her through her orgasm.

Shockingly, by the time she came down and was situated next to him on the couch, she wasn’t sated. He was hard, stroking himself, and her mouth was watering. She wanted…

“Tim,” Lea started hesitantly, “would you mind if I… tried something?”

He smirked, brushing her hair from her eyes. “What do you wanna try, angel?”

Reaching out and tentatively wrapping her hand around his throbbing length, beginning to stroke him, she very quietly said, “What if instead of my hands, I used my mouth?”

He froze. “Would you like to do that?”

Flushing, she nodded. “If— if you don’t mind too much.”

“Don’t mind too much?” Tim scoffed in disbelief. “Do you have any idea how often I think about you sucking my cock?”

Leaning across the couch so she could examine him closer, she recalled how she’d been afraid of this once. Now, though, all she wanted was to taste him. To have him inside her.

“Will you teach me?”

“I’ll teach you anything you wanna know,” he murmured. When she climbed on the couch and kneeled in front of him, he groaned. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like that, on your knees for me.”

She reached out and gripped him in her hand, brushing her lips over his tip in a soft kiss. “I want you to tell me what you like, Timothée. I want to please you.”

“I have a feeling anything you do will please me,” he confessed with a breathy chuckle. “But since you’re asking, why don’t you just start with your tongue?”

Lea hummed, considering this, and then licked his tip, tasting the fluid that had beaded there. He inhaled sharply, and she did it again, slower this time. He tasted… interesting. Salty and musky and most decidedly male. Curiously, she swirled her tongue around the head, watching his reaction closely.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Now just… take it in your mouth. Only as much as feels comfortable, okay?”

She hummed again, doing as she was told. He fisted a hand in her hair, tugging lightly, and the sting in her scalp was far more delicious than she’d have expected.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and she lifted her eyes to watch his face. He was looking down at her, his cheeks flushed and eyes lidded and dark. “Suck your cheeks in, baby.” She did so, and he moaned low in his throat. “Good girl, good girl, just—“ he cut himself off with a gasp when she swirled her tongue around the head curiously. Something had come out of the tip, and it was weirdly salty, but not unpleasant. “Move up and down on it,” he pleaded. “Fuck, Lea—“

Something about the way he was looking at her, the sounds he made… it sent sparks through her veins, and without much thought, she slid a hand between her legs and started to rub herself. She wasn’t as good as him, not nearly, but even so, she moaned around his length at the relief of her throbbing clit being touched.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Oh, fucking hell, Lea. Are you… are you touching yourself, sweetheart?”

She didn’t verbalize a response, instead moaning and sucking him more.

Tim groaned regretfully, pulling her off his dick and up into his lap so as to kiss her neck.

“Why’d you make me stop?” she whined, wishing she’d been allowed to continue.

“Seeing you get so horny from sucking my dick that you couldn’t help but rub your pretty little clit— that was gonna make me cum, Lea,” he explained. She pouted. “Not to worry,” he assured her with a soft chuckle against the skin of her throat. “I’ll fingerfuck you till you cum.”

He slipped his hand between her thighs then, picking up rubbing her clit where she’d left off, and she moaned loudly. She felt his smirk against her neck, and then he slid two fingers inside of her, curling them with each thrust.

Still sensitive from her orgasm before, she could already feel a second one building.

“F— fuck,” she stuttered out in a gasp. “Feels so good.”

“You’re gonna cum for me already, huh?” he observed with another chuckle. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Lea whined, threading her fingers into his hair. “‘m gonna cum,” she gasped out as he rubbed her clit faster and faster. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, using his free hand to toy with her nipple. “So pretty when you fall apart. Cum for me, sweetheart. Lemme hear you moan my name.”

“Tim,” she moaned obediently. “F— fuck, I—“ She couldn’t finish her statement, because then she orgasmed with a gasp of his name.

He slowly removed his fingers from her, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her shoulder affectionately. She leaned against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“D’you need me to…” she trailed off, mind in a daze.

He snorted. “No, Lea. I’m good.”

She yawned. “You sure?”

“Oh yeah,” he confirmed.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and a voice said he was needed on set. Tim stood, stretching his arms over his head.

“Look,” Tim addressed Lea, who had settled onto the couch, already laying down. “Why don’t you take a nap?” He grabbed a blanket and settled it over her. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Have some lunch after you wake up, okay?”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled, already half asleep.

Look I told you guys I don’t update consistently okay this is why I usually wait until after the fic is done to post

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jocswritings · 3 years

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Hello!

I’m Jocelyn. I’ve been a consumer of fanfiction for a very long time and yet I have not written any since middle school. I’ve recently felt the push to write and create, and with everything else going on in the world right now, I’d like to escape and maybe even provide an escape for others.

I am apart of many fandoms, and so I hope for my posts to be diverse and have something for everyone!

I am open to requests, and would love some ideas!

This is the list, though not exhaustive, of what/who I write for:

Harry Potter

Lightning Era

Marauders Era

Etc.

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

TVD

The Originals

Legacies

Outer Banks

Shadowhunters

The Mortal Instruments

The Infernal Devices

The Dark Artifices

Celebrities

Harry Styles

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Tom Holland

Henry Cavill

Timothée Chalamet

I am happy to write ships, as well as oc and x reader.

If you do not specify pronouns, I will write fem!pronouns.

I am excited to get back into writing, and I hope you enjoy!

#harry potter #harry potter writing #tvd universe #the vampire diaries #hp imagine #tmi imagine #obx imagine #marvel imagine #harry styles imagine #writing #fanfiction #imagine #smut #headcanon #hc

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sapnaps-slut · 6 years

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// After all this time? // CAST

Loser’s club x Fem!OC

A/n- so this is the actors I see as the losers, in a story I’m working on. Basically OC is Charlie, she is best friends with Ben. All the losers and her are Seniors and her and Ben were left by the other 5 boys. Bev moved away so when she moves back Charlie and Ben greet her with open arms. The other 5 won’t get back in that easily. (I’m open for changes in the cast too! Let me know if you see someone different for a certain character. Remember their 17-18)

Nick Robinson-Bill denbrough

Ezra Miller- Richie Tozier

Sarah Michelle Gellar- OC Charlie

Nicholas Brendan- Ben hanscom

Joe dempsie- Eddie kaspbrak

Timothée chalamet-Stanley Uris

Holland Roden-Beverly Marsh

Trevor Jackson- Mike Hanson

#the losers club #oc!fem #writing #Kims.writing.center #stanley uris #richie tozier #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #bevery marsh #mike hanlon

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES PT. 3

cover by @softhecreator 💗

PT. 1, PT. 2

WARNINGS: anxiety, pining, mention of trauma, brief nudity.

if anyone could help me w a mood board for this i’d appreciate it (:

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I finally checked out and lugged our groceries to my awaiting taxi, and yes, I could’ve walked but the soreness in my back and neck along with the weight and number of bags was enough to make me cave.

I put the groceries in the trunk, bringing the last couple of bags with me in the back and buckled in. I make sure to greet my driver.

“Hello.” I say sweetly.

“Hello, ready?” He was an older man and kind of reminded me of my grandfather. I nod and we went off.

After a ten minute drive, we pulled up to the front of the complex. I slipped the two bags over one arm and unbuckle myself to retrieve the rest.

“Do you need any help?” He looks at me in the rear view. I ponder for a second.

He seemed sweet enough and didn’t give off that creepy old-man-preying vibe.

I decide to play it safe.

“I’m okay, but thank you so much.” I give a smile, made sure to tip and he sends a nod at me as I closed the trunk.

The man coming out of the front door was gracious enough to hold it open. My journey to the elevator with both arms full, precariously nudging one bag across the floor with my foot, was almost comical. I knew Tim wasn’t home so I didn’t bother texting to ask for help.

Somehow, I managed to get all our groceries to the front door with minimal damage, though the bread could have looked better and the chip bag could have been less squished between the two juices, but at least the eggs were perfectly intact.

I pull my keys out and fumble with the lock for a second before the door is pulled open, to my surprise, by Timotheé.

“Oh, you’re..home?” My hand is still positioned to put the key in the door.

“It’s grocery day,” He says as if it’s obvious, a small frown on his face as he picks up the bags on the floor, “I always come home early for grocery day.” He walks in and sets the bags on the counter.

I take off my shoes and move to the kitchen to unpack the load I dragged up on my own.

Of course he would be home.

His elbow was so close to mine that if I leaned more to the right they would be touching, his hip nearly touching my own. The thought of physical contact made me heat up from my neck to the roots of my hair.

Anxiety washes over me again, I became hyper aware of just how close we were, just how much I could feel the heat of his skin on mine, and just how much I wanted to kiss him right now.

I can hear how fast my heart is beating and how little air I can breathe in. I feel that overwhelming panic that if I did kiss him I would ruin everything for us, the realization that these are in fact one-sided feelings, and I would make it so extremely awkward to act on them.

So I rake my mind for an excuse to leave, “Hey, do you mind if i go shower? It was a really long day and—“

“No, no go ahead, I got this.” He grins at me and bumps his hip into mine.

“Thank you.” I smile.

I finally breathe as I round the corner from the kitchen. I place two fingers on my neck to check my pulse. Just being out of sight was enough to calm my nerves to a point. I take a couple of deep breaths before walking to the bathroom door.

“But hurry up before I starve to death.” He calls from the kitchen, “Or burn the house down, whichever comes first.”

I grinned to myself and shut myself in.

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I let the mirror fog a little before stepping into the nearly scalding shower, letting the water drench my head and will my emotions to circle down the drain along with any other dirt and grime covering me.

I could live in a shower. The only place where nothing matters.

If I wanted to, I could forget my entire life under a shower head. Forget how my mom left me to take care of myself growing up, forget how my dad died, forget every shitty thing that has happened to me so far.

But those are thoughts for another time, because right now I feel and think nothing. I wash my body, exfoliate, shave my legs, and wash my hair, wash my face.

Showers are therapeutic.

I turn the tap off, pat myself dry, and continue with my routine until I’m fully lotioned and moisturized. I wrap the towel around myself, it was a little small thanks to a laundry mishap, and step out only to run smack into Timotheé. The impact makes me jump back, which results in me letting go of one side of the towel in surprise, ultimately revealing a glimpse of my left tit.

Why me?

I scramble to regain control of the corner, “Woah,” He steps back and looks toward the ceiling, my hair leaving a wet spot on his shirt, “You’re wet- t-that didn’t sound-,”

“I’m so sorry-“ I started, my eyes wide and cheeks burning so badly I could start a fire.

“No! I’m sorry, sorry I- I was gonna ask if you um add water, um-“ He chokes on his words, he laughs awkwardly and his eyes flicker down to my damp form.

“They’re very nice.” He smirks.

“You- I’m just- goodbye Timotheé- bye.” I stutter. I rush into my room and close the door cutting him off.

I lean my head against the door and shut my eyes tight, “Oh my fucking god.” I whisper-scream.

I take a deep breath and pull on an oversized t-shirt and shorts. I brushed my hair out and set off to making my way out of my room. I grip the handle and pause.

It didn’t happen, just act like it didn’t happen. He definitely didn’t see your tit. Normal, act normal.

Finally gaining the balls, I open the door and trod to the kitchen only slightly awkwardly. He’s bent over the pot, staring confused into the sauce now bubbling.

“Sauce trouble?” I step beside him and peer in.

“Is it supposed to be this watery?” He looks at me. I look at him then back at the pot.

Somehow, he managed to make the jar of sauce soupy. It looks more like V8 than any type of sauce, or even a soup. If anyone could fuck spaghetti up it would be Timotheé.

“Not at all.” I look back up at him with a grin.

Very intellectual indeed.

We both look back into the pot, watching the tomato water boil. At least it still smells good.

“So…pizza?” I speak up.

“Yes. A thousand times yes. Thank fuck, I thought you were gonna make us eat this.” He picks up the ladle and drops it back in, splattering the liquid over the edge of the pot. We both jump back.

“How the hell did you even manage to-“

“Please,” He gives me a serious look, “Don’t ask.”

I laugh and pull my phone out, “Yes, hi, I need two pizzas for delivery please.” I give Tim a pointed look and roll my eyes.

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 1 year

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Moodboard by the incredible @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter two: more than friendly

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I fell apart when I got home inside my bed. I can’t think, can’t speak; I can’t move, can’t breathe. This is a white heart heat when you get next to me. When I’m around you, it’s like waking up the dead. My back’s against the wall, oh oh, and I’m feeling the pressure. Yes, I’m about to fall, oh oh. What I’m feeling, it’s torture. It’s unavoidable. You are a magnet, it’s unavoidable. I am metallic, so do what you do, do what you do to me.- Neon Trees, Unavoidable

It may have been strange, but Mr. Chalamet was Lea’s first male friend. If one could call one’s friend’s dad one’s own friend, that is. Which he certainly acted like one with her.

He was so nice. So ridiculously nice. He’d finished filming recently, so he’d be home for awhile, he had told her.

She spent a great deal of time over at their house, which, realistically speaking, who could blame her, really? It had a movie theater, for god’s sake.

Lea had become strangely comfortable with Mr. Chalamet, too. He was always so kind to her. And he was funny. Elle was forever teasing him for his jokes, but Lea thought they were hilarious. He seemed to revel in making her laugh, always smiling when he managed it. They’d become texting buddies (he’d offered to give her his motherfucking phone number), and he’d even invited her to follow his finsta and Snapchat, frequently sending her pictures and videos on the latter— sometimes in a group, sometimes just for her. He texted her memes and asked her how school was going. He expressed concerns about his job. They were friends, and it was weird.

She stared at him sometimes. She couldn’t help it. In her defense, though, he was so attractive it was downright obscene. He was a walking, talking orgasm, basically.

But one evening, he did something… so ridiculously, unbelievably sweet.

Lea had fallen asleep on the couch after a movie, and he had carried her up to the guest bedroom she slept in whenever she visited. He’d even tucked her in. He’d stayed for nearly thirty seconds—she had counted—before walking away. Her counting had pulled her almost entirely back to sleep, and his actions had fueled her dreams that night. She dreamt of him getting in bed next to her and holding her close.

It was after this that she sat down and made a list.

List Of Reasons Why I Absolutely Cannot Fall In Love With Timothée Chalamet

1. He’s married.

2. His wife is Lourdes Leon, Madonna’s daughter.

3. He’s sixteen years older than me.

4. I’m friends with his daughter.

5. His daughter (my friend!) has been alive for almost the same number of years he is older than I am.

6. He’s a huge celebrity. I am a nobody.

7. He clearly likes skinny girls. I am fat. He must think I'm disgusting.

8. He sees me as a kid, not a woman. He will never see me as a woman.

9. Even if he did, though, he still has to kiss and pretend to have sex with other women for work. He has to pretend to be in love with them. I’m jealous just thinking about it.

10. He’d never want me. Not in a million years.

And that was that. She put it from her mind.

Or tried to, anyway. It didn’t work. By the end of the semester, she knew it for certain: she was falling in love with him. It was inevitable. Perhaps it always had been.

So Lea did the only thing she could think of to do. As soon as the new semester started up and she and Elle were in Cinema Studies 2—this time they’d been able to request they be partners, although Lea hadn’t been able to think of a good excuse not to, plus she didn’t want to hurt her friend’s feelings—, she avoided him like he had rabies and was likely to infect her if she got too close. She wouldn’t spend the night anymore, and she didn’t watch movies with him anymore. He would sometimes come in and sit down while she and Elle watched a movie, but Lea was always sure to leave immediately. She was terrified that being around him, looking at him, hearing his voice— all of it would make her feelings so much worse.

Her twentieth birthday had come and gone, and he texted her for it. She thanked him, but otherwise didn’t speak to him hardly at all. And yet she daydreamed sometimes about what it would be like if he wanted her, too. If he wasn’t with someone else, if she wasn’t too young for him, no good for him. If he saw her the way she saw him.

Elle slept over at her and Sam’s apartment one evening.

“You’ve been sadder lately,” Elle said quietly into the darkness of Lea’s bedroom. “Are you okay?”

Lea hadn’t intended to fill Elle in on this particular development, but, well. The younger girl was too perceptive, and she knew her friend’s mannerisms too well by that point not to pick up on the change.

“I’m fine,” Lea assured her, “I just…” she trailed off with a sigh. “I like someone. A lot.”

“Ommigod!” Elle squealed, shooting bolt upright from her sleeping bag on the floor. “Who is he?!”

Lea was silent for a moment. “Someone unavailable,” she finally confessed, her voice quiet. “Someone who wouldn’t look twice at me in a million years.”

“Unavailable how?”

“He’s married,” Lea explained.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Elle said. “Yeah, that would pose a problem. What’re you gonna do?”

“Nothing,” Lea said quickly. “I’m just gonna avoid him so it doesn’t get worse.”

“Why avoid him?”

“He’s really nice to me,” Lea admitted. “It sucks ‘cause I like hanging out with him, but if I keep doing it, I’m gonna end up falling in love with him, I think, and I don’t want to. He’s really smart, so he’d probably figure it out or something, and I don’t want him to be uncomfortable. I don’t want to make things weird.”

“You know what you should do,” Elle started, “is ask my dad for advice. He’s really insightful.”

“I know,” Lea agreed, “but I don’t wanna ask him, really. It’d be weird.”

“Why would it be weird?” Elle asked in surprise.

Because it’s him I’m falling for, she thought. What she said, however, was, “I don’t talk to, y’know. Guys. Especially not about feelings and whatnot.”

“He’s not a guy,” Elle laughed. “He’s my dad.”

“He’s still a guy, dude.”

“If you say so.”

“You won’t, uh…” Lea gulped nervously. “You won’t tell him, will you?” She quickly amended with, “Or— or anybody else, I mean?”

“Nah,” Elle assured her. “Of course not. Not unless you want me to. I do really think my dad could help, though. He gives great advice.“

Lea stared at the ceiling even though she couldn’t see anything.

“I’m sure he does.”

They were cramming for school, which, for Cinema Studies, meant their final project. Lea was subsequently over at their house a great deal.

It was Friday evening, and they’d just eaten a very late dinner. Mr. Chalamet had made it. Which, yeah, he could cook. Swoon.

“I’m gonna take a shower and pass out,” Elle decided. “Lea, are you staying or going home?”

“I should head home,” she said immediately. Perhaps a bit too quickly, in fact.

“In this rain?” Mr. Chalamet asked as Elle walked off. “Are you sure?”

“Uh… yeah,” she gulped anxiously, not looking at him. This was made easier when her phone buzzed as a completely irrelevant notification came through. “Oh, my ride's here.” She didn’t have a ride, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Do you have an umbrella?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she lied. “My purse is waterproof, too, so.” That, at least, was true. Her phone and wallet would be safe, even in the rain. It was fine.

Mr. Chalamet seemed skeptical, but let her leave without further questions.

Lea didn’t have a ride, though. She didn’t even have a raincoat. This was unfortunate, because she had to walk all the way off the Chalamet estate to the street and down to the subway.

Her hair was soaked (as was the rest of her) within minutes, and she knew she’d have a hell of a time stopping the frizz when she got home. She wondered what time it was. When she’d left, it had been just after eleven, what with how late she and Elle had been working. Mr. Chalamet had looked so gorgeous that evening that it had actually been painful to look at him. And he was so kind, making dinner for her and Elle, wanting to make sure she got home safely.

She was musing about it as she walked down the sidewalk not far from the Chalamets’, a car she recognized all too well pulling up against the curb.

She glanced at it, and, to her horror, Mr. Chalamet himself had cracked the window so he could speak to her without the rain getting in.

“Lea?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m, uh…” She gulped anxiously. “I’m going to the subway.”

“I thought you said you had a ride.”

“They had to cancel last minute,” she quickly lied.

He pursed his lips. “Uh huh. Okay, I’ll take you home. C’mon.”

Lea’s eyes widened, and she shook her head rapidly. “N— no thank you,” she stuttered. “I’m fine taking the subway.”

“Not in this rain,” Mr. Chalamet insisted, “and definitely not this late at night. Get in the car.”

“No, really,” she assured him, “I’m fine. But thank you.”

“Lea,” he started, his voice slow and deliberate, “I am not letting you walk around the city alone in the rain at 11:45 at night. No way in hell.” When she hesitated further, contemplating how to refuse him in a way he’d accept, he added, “Get. In. The. Fucking. Car.”

She did.

He started down the road, and she stared out the window, watching rain. His car smelled like him, and with him so close to her…

Well. She just needed to pretend she was somewhere else.

“You didn’t have a ride home, did you?” Mr. Chalamet asked, sounding displeased. “Or an umbrella, apparently.”

She didn’t respond. He’d made her get in the car, and she couldn’t bear to talk to him. She was soaking wet, and somehow, that made her feel exposed. Vulnerable. Her mom had been vulnerable to her dad. That was why he’d been able to beat her. It was why she no longer had a dad, why she’d never grown up around boys. There was no danger of that with Mr. Chalamet for a whole host of reasons, of course, but the point was, vulnerability led to disaster.

“Why did you lie to me, Lea?” he asked instead. “I get the feeling you’ve been lying to me, not to mention avoiding me. Why?”

She tensed. He was going to make things even more difficult for her, wasn’t he?

When she didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him, he let out a sigh of frustration. “Fine.”

All of a sudden, they had turned around and were going the opposite direction of her apartment.

Trying to figure out what he was trying to pull, Lea finally turned to look at him. “My apartment is the other way,” she pointed out.

“I know.” His fingers were tight on the steering wheel.

He didn’t say anything else, and next thing she knew, they were in front of his house again. He got out, opening an umbrella as he did so. She flinched as the rain started to hit her skin again.

He rushed around to the other side to hold the umbrella over them both. Normally, she’d have smiled up at him and thanked him. This time, though, she marched right past him.

He hurried after her, and soon enough, she was dripping onto his fancy marble floors.

“What is with you?” Mr. Chalamet demanded.

She didn’t answer. She was gonna wait until she was dry enough to not damage her phone, and then she was gonna call an Uber.

“Alright then,” he decided, dropping his keys on the entryway table and grabbing her hand. “C’mon.”

“What—“ she started, thrown off by this turn of events.

“Do not argue with me, Lea,” he said sharply. “I’m not in the mood.”

Mr. Chalamet never got upset. She had never seen him snap or lose his temper, not once. It was… startling, to say the least. So she followed him, allowing him to pull her up the stairs and… into his bedroom?

They walked beneath an archway and then through a set of painted French doors, and then they were in his room. It was huge— vaulted ceilings, a TV above a carved fireplace, a sunroom in the corner that was separated from the rest of the bedroom by columns, a king sized bed with the covers unmade.

That’s where he sleeps, she thought in a daze. He sleeps there. He sleeps there.

They passed a cabinet and counter with a mini fridge and coffee machine before going through another set of French doors and past a large, elaborate vanity that was built into the wall. He let go of her hand once they were between two huge walk-in closets, and he strode into the one on the right. Within a few seconds, he had re-emerged carrying a long-sleeve shirt and pair of sweatpants.

Mr. Chalamet grabbed her hand again and pulled her through a third set of French doors. “Stay there,” he commanded sharply as he let go of her hand again to rifle through some sort of small closet that was built into the wall.

As he did, she took in the bathroom she now stood in. Marble floors, a huge walk-in shower with a seat—also made of marble, and with a large circular mirror inside—a large double vanity, columns around the ginormous tub that was more of a jacuzzi, all elaborately carved. There was even a fireplace with a mirror—and fuck, a small statue in front of the mirror—and a set of doors to a balcony with a table and chair set.

He marched past her and plopped the clothes as well towels he’d retrieved onto a long stool that sat in front of the tub. “Shower,” he ordered, “or take a bath. I don’t care. Just get out of those wet clothes and warm up. I’ll be outside until you’re done.”

“I… I need to brush my hair whenever I bathe,” she told him, her voice soft and hesitant. “It frizzes up really bad if I don’t.”

“I know.” He pointed at the shower seat. “I have curly hair, too, you realize. There’s a brush in the shower for that exact reason. You can use it.”

Lea nodded. He left then, closing the doors behind him. She hastened to lock them, looking around the room anxiously.

She showered, noting that the conditioner—which must’ve been obscenely expensive—was for curly hair. Did he have trouble taming his, too?

The towels were soft, and the clothes were warm. She squeezed out her bra and panties, not wanting him to see them, or see her without a bra.

When she exited the bathroom, Mr. Chalamet was sitting in a chair by the fireplace. She crossed her arms over her stomach, curling her toes in the sweatpants (they fell well past her feet and were essentially socks).

His lips quirked slightly when he saw her. “Feel better?” She stared at her feet in silence, and he sighed. “C’mon,” he told her, “we should sit in the living room.”

Lea didn’t see why, but she wasn’t about to argue with him. She didn’t understand his need to take care of her, really. Must’ve been a dad thing.

Further confirmation he sees you as a child, she told herself glumly. I told you he’d never see you as anything but that. It seems like he sees you as a daughter, even. Ugh.

She let him take her downstairs and into the living room, and she was soon sitting on the couch with him in a chair across from her. She stared up at the balcony behind him; the chandelier and vaulted ceilings, elaborately carved like the rest of the house.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he finally said. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. “You’ve been lying to me, too. Tell me why.”

She stared at her hands in her lap, where her fingertips were peeking through the hemline of the sleeves off the shirt he’d given her. “With all due respect, Mr. Chalamet, what I do is none of your business.”

“I thought we were friends,” he told her quietly, a smile in his voice.

She exhaled sharply. “You’re my friend’s dad.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends also,” he insisted. “I see you as a friend. Don’t you see me as one, too?”

She crossed her arms over her stomach protectively. Maybe she wouldn’t spill her guts, pour her heart out to him, if she could hold herself together. “I dunno,” she sighed. “It’s… weird.”

He stood, and she watched his sock-clad feet come into view before the couch dipped beneath his weight. He was close, but not close enough to appear more than friendly. “Why is it weird?” he asked her, his voice gentle. Kind. He was always so goddamn nice.

Finally, the prickling of his gaze on her skin was too much. She looked up at him, into his eyes, and…

And she couldn’t take it, couldn’t keep it in. She burst into tears, the emotions bursting out of her like water from a collapsed dam.

Cupping her face with her hands so he wouldn’t see her cry, Lea sobbed as quietly as she could until she felt herself pulled towards him and warm arms around her.

“Shh,” he hushed softly, rubbing her back as she wept. “It’s alright. I’ve got you, Lea. It’s okay.”

She couldn’t stop herself from burying her face in his shoulder. It felt so good to be held by him, to have his arms around her. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of except better, a billion times better.

Lea cried for a few more minutes before coming back to herself. As soon as she did, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed away from him. Or tried to, anyway. She couldn’t get very far with his arms still around her. “Sorry,” she muttered, still trying to pull away. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey,” Mr. Chalamet said gently, cupping her cheek and lifting her face up towards him so she couldn’t help but look at him, “it’s alright. Really. I want to be there for you, sweetheart.”

“You shouldn’t call me that,” she breathed, certain that he shouldn’t call her such things because of the way it made her stomach flutter.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “It’s what you are to me.”

“I shouldn’t be.” She assumed he saw her as a daughter, and, well, he should see her platonically, of course, but she couldn’t bear for him to look at her the way a father looked at his daughter. She’d rather he look at her as a friend, no matter how painful that was. Or, hell, even a stranger was better than his daughter. Better than a child.

“But you are,” he murmured. His gaze found her lips, and she stopped breathing. “You’re probably right. You probably shouldn’t be. But you are, and I don’t care anymore. Push me away, slap me if you have to, but I can’t stop myself. I want this with you too badly. I’m sorry.”

“What are you—“ She didn’t even get to finish her question before his lips were on hers.

Lea was frozen. Her lungs wouldn’t work, couldn’t work. And then her brain processed what was happening. He was kissing her. Mr. Chalamet was kissing her, his lips moving gently over hers, his hand migrating from her cheek into her wet hair.

She whimpered softly, closing her eyes and shifting closer to him. He groaned when he felt her respond, clenching his hand in her hair, his arm tightening around her waist. Their kiss deepened, becoming desperate and hungry, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth, moaning as he did so.

She knew it was wrong, knew he was no good for her, that she was no good for him, but she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t help how desperately she needed him.

She slid her hands up from his shoulders into his hair and tried to move her lips over his the way he was doing with her, and he moaned again, trailing kisses over her jaw and down her throat. “You’re so beautiful,” Mr. Chalamet said against her skin. “God, why didn’t you push me away? You should hate me now. You should find me repulsive, think I’m a gross old man—“

“A what?” she laughed breathlessly. “Are you serious?”

“I’m way too old to want you this way.” He slid his hand down to the base of her spine, almost on her ass, but not quite. She wondered if he wanted to touch her there. She wished he would. She wished he’d touch her everywhere. “I shouldn’t look at you the way I do.”

“How do you look at me?” Lea asked breathily as he continued to kiss her neck. “I thought you saw me as a child.”

He chuckled a bit, the hand on her back bunching up in the fabric of the shirt she wore. “But you’re not one, are you?” he breathed. “You’re a fully grown woman.” His fingers slipped beneath the hemline of the shirt, brushing against the bare skin of her lower back. “God, are you ever.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, having a theory she couldn’t quite voice and hoping she was right.

“You’re of age,” Mr. Chalamet began, “and your body is…” he trailed off momentarily before clearing his throat. “Well. You’re an adult, and you look it.”

“You like the way I look?” she asked hesitantly.

“Fuck yes I do,” he growled. “I don’t wanna freak you out, but you are insanely sexy. Kiss me again, sweetheart. Please.”

“If that’s what you want,” she breathed, pressing her mouth to his again.

“I’ve spent a lot of time imagining this,” Mr. Chalamet confessed. “Thinking about your lips on mine.”

“You— you have?”

“God, yes.” He pulled her closer by the waist. “I can’t get you out of my head. Ever since I first saw you, I wanted to know what you’d taste like, what you’d feel like. What sounds you’d make if I touched you the way I really want to.”

“How do you want to touch me?” she wanted to know. “I… I’ve never… I mean, that was my first kiss, so…”

“It was?” he asked, sounding surprised. “I can’t believe I got to have that. But— I want to touch you however you'll let me. I want things with you—I want to do things to you—that might scare you, and that’s the last thing I want, is to scare you off.”

“You could never scare me off,” she assured him. “Please tell me how you see me. I want to know.”

“Like a fucking goddess,” he growled, kissing her neck again. “Aphrodite come to Earth. I’d worship you if you let me.”

Lea wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to be closer to him, impossibly closer. “Mr. Chalamet, I—“

“Use my name, darling,” he interjected, running his hands up and down her sides, almost brushing her breasts. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you moan it.”

She hesitated, but he was kissing her neck, and it felt so good. He felt so good. “Timothée,” she exhaled softly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sucking her skin gently, not quite hard enough to leave a mark. “Again, angel. Please. Say it again.”

“Oh, Timothée—“

“I wanna hold you,” he gasped. “I wanna touch you, feel your skin against mine—“

“Yes,” Lea whimpered. “Yes, Timothée, please touch me, I want that, I want that so bad—“

“Fuckin’ love hearing you say my name, baby,” he growled. “Never call me Mr. Chalamet again, you got that?”

“Whatever you want,” she promised, kissing him hungrily.

“This is why you’ve been lying to me, isn’t it?” Mr. Chalamet—no, Timothée, he wanted her to call him Timothée—asked. “Why you’ve been avoiding me, won’t look at me.”

She buried her face in his neck in response. “I’m sorry. I never meant to feel this way about you. It was an accident.”

“I didn’t mean to feel this way about you, either,” he confessed, “but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy I do, that you feel the same way about me.”

“I tried to hide it,” Lea admitted, “but I’ve never liked anybody before, so I don’t think I was very good at it.”

“No,” he chuckled with a slight shake of his head. “No, you weren’t. I suspected—or hoped, rather—that that was what was going on, but I wasn’t sure. I’m so glad I was right.” After a moment, he said, “Kiss me again, Lea. I need you to kiss me again.”

She was leaning in to do just that when there were footsteps on the stairs. Jumping away from him like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar, she panted heavily.

“What’re you guys doing?” Elle asked when she saw them.

There was silence for a few tense beats. “I was just about to take Lea home,” Tim—she got to think of him as that now!—finally said. “She’s not feeling well.”

“Oh, shit,” Elle muttered. “You okay? Why’re you wearing Dad’s clothes?”

“She got sick while still wearing her clothes,” he explained. “Do you need something?”

“Just a snack,” Elle said, strolling towards the kitchen. “See you later, Lea. Hope you feel better.”

“T— thanks,” Lea stuttered back, feeling very much like she’d just committed treasonous levels of betrayal.

“C’mon,” Tim told her gently, pulling her up and leading her towards the door.

She was in a daze on the drive to her apartment, trying to process what had happened.

He’d kissed her. He’d told her he liked her, wanted her, couldn’t stop thinking about her.

What the fuck?

He stopped in front of her building, pulling off to the curb. “The rain has stopped enough for you to walk in without an umbrella,” he observed.

“Yeah,” she agreed softly, staring at her hands in her lap. “Thanks for driving me home, Mr. Chalamet.”

“Why are you calling me that again?” he wanted to know. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t anymore, now that we’re…” he trailed off.

Lea clutched the fabric of the sweatpants he’d given her. “We can’t do that again,” she informed him shakily. “I’m sorry. We can’t. I’ll see you later.”

He objected, saying her name, but she was already getting out of the car.

She curled up in a ball when she got to bed, crying until her eyes were raw.

Aaaaaaaa I’m sorry I’m sorry I promise it has a happy ending

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In Your Dreams

Moodboard by the incredible @softhecreator

Info, Author’s Note, etc

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Special thanks to @darksideofthecocoamoon for letting me use Tim’s dick in her wonderful demon Tim au as inspo for my own fic. If anyone has not yet read that one, please do so with all haste because it’s fuckin incredible and you are genuinely missing out if you haven’t read it yet. Be sure to reblog, too, so others can enjoy it and she can get the recognition she deserves!

Onto the fic!

Summary

Lea knows that her best friend, Tim, is an Otherworlder. She isn't sure of what kind, but it doesn't really matter all that much in the grand scheme of things, anyway. No matter what manner of fae he is, she's damned and determined to not get involved with him or anyone else.

Except Tim isn't a fae like so many celebrities like him. He's an incubus, she's his mate, and oh yeah— he’ll die without her.

Author’s Note

I know things get rough, but I promise you, it'll have a happy ending. Tim goes through it, but everything will be okay in the end, trust me.

Be forewarned: this contains a great deal of angst relating to potential (and almost) death. No one actually dies, but it will probably make you cry. If you are not in a space for angst, proceed with caution.

Yes, yes, I'm back at it again. The fic is gonna end up being about 25-30k, I think. It is almost completely done. So! Bit about this one. Tim is an incubus, obviously. In this universe, everyone is aware of supernatural creatures. The fact that Tim is one is something of a poorly kept secret; it's obvious, but he doesn't really talk about it, so they don't have any confirmation. No one has any idea what he is; they assume fae, like so many celebrities are. How incubi work in the fic will be explained, of course.

This fic will have elements of fuck or die, mentions (but not descriptions) of domestic violence, and a May-December romance, which means, in this case, Tim is significantly older than Lea! He doesn't know exactly how old he is, and I'll tell people if they wanna know (I have an exact number, of course), but otherwise I'll leave it up to you guys to internet. He himself has a general idea but that’s it. This takes place in 2023, btw, which means Lea was born in 2003 this time around.

About This Universe

Incubi/Succubi

They are immortal and have been around since the beginning of time, basically. No one knows exactly how long. The oldest of them, the first few, are simply too old to remember how old they are, or how they came to be. My guess it’s simply an evolutionary thing; maybe they simply evolved from early homosapiens in a different way than humans did. It’s hard to say, and I haven’t decided on anything in particular. A rarer type of Otherworlder because of their unique reproduction methods.

Fae

They are very alluring. Many (if not most) popular celebrities are fae. No pointed ears; other than their charisma, beauty, and immortality, you can’t really tell who is one and who’s not. They are persuasive, proud, and can be dangerous. Probably the most common type of Otherworlder. Not super relevant to the fic.

Vampires and Werewolves

Pretty standard vampire lore; they don’t tend to be very popular, so most are not celebrities. You can tell who is one very easily. They are bloodthirsty and can be dangerous. Not super relevant to the fic.

Sirens

Mostly live near the ocean. If they’re famous, it’s usually for singing. They do have a mermaid form. Not immortal, just have a longer lifespan. Not super relevant to the fic.

Selkies

The same as sirens, for the most part, except they shift completely into a seal. Not super relevant to the fic.

Mates of Otherworlders

Otherworlders that were born into it have a destined mate. If they were turned (such as vampires or werewolves), they do not always have one, only sometimes. Their mates are always perfect for them, so a guy isn’t gonna get paired with a lesbian, and a gay guy would, of course, get paired with another guy. Aromantic Otherworlders have platonic mates. Asexual Otherworlders have romantic mates but don’t experience sexual attraction to them. Most mates have a symbol for fertility on their bodies; often from the culture that first discovered them. For example, the mates of incubi and succubi have an eight pointed star on their hip, which is a symbol of the Mesopotamian goddess of fertility and sex (and beauty, divine law, war, and political power; she’s similar to Aphrodite), Innana. Incubi and vampires are the only species of Otherworlder that die without their mate, because they both require them in order to feed, once they’ve met them.

Playlist

I'm including a playlist for this one, because there are so many songs I listened to for this fic and some of them literally made me cry, so. I'll let you decide which song is from whose POV, but yeah. Here are the songs in the order of what happens in the fic. And yes, I know this is mostly Halsey and the rest is me showing my age. Shut up, it's fine. Enjoy. Please note that the most important song for the fic as a whole is this one. I highly recommend reading the lyrics even if you don’t listen to the whole thing.

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Number Nine

Chapter One: I Want You All To Myself

AO3 author’s note/info one two three four five six seven eight epilogue extra

All my work is 18+.

I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but in an instant, you break me down. I know better than to want you, but I succumb to you without a doubt. Now the water is rising, and I’m too tired to swim; and my lungs just can’t take it, but I keep breathing you in, so tell me lies, tell me painted truths; anything at all to keep me close to you. Pull me under the way you do; tonight, I wanna drown in an ocean of you.- Martin Garrix & Clinton Kane, Drown

There was a difference between being ashamed of one’s actions and being discreet about them. This was something Lea had learned recently. She hadn’t given the distinction much consideration before, but then she had gotten an additional best friend.

Lea had two best friends; one made sense and the other—the recent accrual, the one that both required and practiced discretion—did not.

As a broke college student, it made sense for her best friend to be Sam, another broke college student she’d known since they were attending kindergarten at the all-girls school where they’d met in North Carolina.

One could perhaps count her older sister, Lina, as another best friend, and her younger sister, Ari, as a third, but for one, they were her sisters; for two, Ari was in California; and for three, they would’ve made perfect sense.

Lea’s actual other best friend was Tim. This made no sense for several reasons. Firstly, Tim was a guy, and Lea had never had many guys involved in her life, what with the aforementioned all-girls schools and her mother’s choice to deliberately isolate their family from anyone of the male persuasion on account of the hell her father had wracked upon her mother’s life.

Secondly, Tim was not a college student. He didn’t live on campus, and he didn’t live in her building. He did, however, live not too far from the tiny New York apartment she shared with Sam.

Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, Tim was, to the majority of the population, known as Timothée Chalamet, Academy Award nominated actor. This was, in a word, bizarre. In three words, it was really fucking bizarre.

Like. Her best friend was a major celebrity. Her best friend was considered the most talented actor of his generation (not hers, though. She was a Zoomer). Her best friend had been called the most well-dressed man in the world. Her best friend was considered an international sex symbol. Her best friend had been nominated for ninety-four different awards during the course of his increasingly illustrious acting career, and had won thirty-nine (she’d checked Wikipedia at one point). Her best friend had made out with Saorise Ronan and Selena Gomez and Zendaya and Jennifer motherfucking Lawrence. He’d dated Madonna’s daughter in high school—high school!—and then Johnny Depp’s daughter and he acted like it wasn’t even that big of a deal. Her best friend had a net worth of twenty million dollars and it was climbing fast, having outright doubled in the past few months alone.

And, oh yeah, minor detail, but she might also maybe possibly be in love with him.

Oh, alright. So she was totally head over heels crazy in love with him. Sue her. What was she supposed to do, not fall in love with the sweetest living being she’d met in her entire life who also just so happened to be intelligent and funny and talented and had the appearance of a Greek fucking god? Yeah, unlikely.

She’d never had romantic feelings for anyone before and had fully intended to keep it that way on account of her mother’s less than stellar romantic example, but y’know. Whatever.

Not like anything was gonna happen anyway.

He had technically asked her on a date the second time they’d met (she’d tailored two suits for him, the second of which he’d requested her by name for), but things had since been strictly platonic. She figured that once he’d actually gotten to know her as a human being, he’d decided they were better as friends.

Never mind the fact that he got her random presents that cost hundreds of dollars. Never mind the fact that one of her Christmas presents was literally first class plane tickets home to North Carolina. Never mind the fact that he held her hand constantly, cuddled with her under a blanket when they watched movies, or that he insisted she sleep in his bed with him holding her close whenever she stayed over.

Those were all normal friend things. Or normal Tim things. Or normal guy things. She wasn’t sure. Either way, no matter what anyone said, there was no way in hell his feelings towards her were more than platonic.

This was, of course, totally fair. It was also most definitely for the best. It hurt like a bitch, though.

But honestly, it would never work. Zendaya was super nice and even had a boyfriend, but like. How could anyone compete with Zen-fucking-daya, even if all romantic and/or sexual interactions were in a work context?

Zendaya had become a friend at Tim’s twenty-sixth birthday party, yeah, but she was also a source of insecurity for Lea.

She was everything Lea wasn’t. Zendaya was tall. Lea was 5’¾” of an inch on the best of days. Zendaya had perfect skin. Lea was covered in freckles and turned lobster red if she spent more than an hour and a half in the sun without SPF 70. Zendaya had a team of people managing her hair. Lea was lucky her dark red curls didn’t frizz up every day. Zendaya was skinny. Lea was… well. Not. She couldn’t even afford a bra in her size and had subsequently been wearing the same two since she was fifteen.

In any case, Tim had girls like that at his disposal, and she knew for a fact he had a long history of casual hook-ups and flings. They’d never work. It really was for the best that his feelings for her were strictly platonic.

There was one more minor reason that things must remain platonic between them. Well, okay. There were several reasons, but they were interconnected. It all started when, a few weeks into their friendship and she was hurdling head-first into romantic feelings territory and fast, she’d been hit with what she thought of as the Big Reveal.

“Your what?” Lea had sputtered at him over the pizza he’d ordered.

“Huh?” he paused in his story. “I was just saying that my wife—“

She dropped the pizza outright then. “Your wife,” she repeated back to him.

He stared at her for a few seconds, then seemed to recall something. “Shit, right, I haven’t told you, huh?”

“Apparently not,” she said uncomfortably, her appetite completely gone now. “You’re, uh… you’re married?”

He nodded. “Few years now.”

“I’m confused,” she confessed. “You asked me out at first. You said it was a date.”

Tim smiled at her indulgently, and her heart thudded in her chest. She wished it wouldn’t, though, because he was fucking married, apparently.

“We’re polyamorous, sweetheart,” he told her gently. “We both have plenty of girlfriends, some of them shared.” He paused. “Plus a few boyfriends on her part.”

She’d heard of that. She couldn’t imagine the appeal of wanting more than one person at a time. She didn’t get why he did, and she was insanely jealous of the girls he was with and most especially his motherfucking wife, but to each their own, she supposed.

“You said girlfriends,” she observed. “As in, like. Plural. More than one. Multiple.”

He nodded.

“How, uh. How many are we talking here?”

He thought for a moment. “Eight, I think? Yeah, eight.”

“Eight?” she squeaked out. He was dating eight girls? In addition to his wife?

Her mind was reeling, and she leaned back against the couch. She felt queasy.

“Where’s… where’s your wife?” Lea wanted to know.

“Her and Elle are both in a house not too far from here,” he said casually.

“Who’s Elle?” she asked, her head spinning.

“I’ve really never mentioned them?” When she shook her head, he finally put his own pizza down, wiped his hands on his sweatpants, and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his pictures for a few seconds before turning his screen to show her a picture of a grinning little girl who couldn’t be much older than two.

She had Tim’s hair. And Tim’s eyes.

Lea gaped.

“My daughter,” he explained before putting his phone back in his pocket.

“You have kids?” She was trying really hard not to hyperventilate.

“Just the one,” he assured her hastily. Then, “Well— for now. Olivia’s pregnant and she says it’s definitely mine. Another girl, which is cool.”

“Olivia?” Lea squeaked.

“One of my girlfriends, yeah,” he brushed her off. “Lea, are you okay? You look pale.”

“I’m always pale,” she reminded him shortly.

“Are you upset?”

“Of course not.” The words were too forced for someone who knew her very well to believe, but Tim didn’t know her mannerisms super well by this point, plus she was a costume design major and had taken her share of acting classes. She couldn’t very well tell him she was actually quite upset because of how she felt about him, now could she? “I have to get home, though. I have homework.” She stood and went to get her purse.

“I thought you’d finished it,” he pointed out, frowning in obvious disappointment at her earlier-than-usual departure.

“I just remembered I have to edit an essay.”

Tim outright pouted at that. “Why don’t you enroll in online classes next semester?”

She paused, turning around to face him again as she slipped on her shoes next to the couch. “Why?”

He shrugged, grinning up at her. “So I can take you places we wanna go together.”

She wanted to ask what his wife, daughter, and eight girlfriends would think about that. Instead, she just nodded once and said, “Yeah, okay.”

He took a final bite of pizza before standing up, towering over her as per usual, and handing her her coat. “You sure you have to go?”

Lea nodded again, more firmly this time. “My essay is a mess,” she lied.

He sighed. “Okay. C’mon, then.” At that, he started towards the elevator out of his fancy rich boy penthouse.

“Oh, uh…” She gulped, desperately trying to think of an excuse to refuse his obvious assumption that he was driving her home. “I can take the subway.”

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Yeah, no. I’m driving you.”

Deciding that arguing would be too suspicious, she only nodded again, trying not to blush at how sweet he always was as she put on her coat. Why’d he have to be so fucking nice? If he weren’t so fucking nice, she wouldn’t have gone and done something as stupid as catching feelings for a married man.

When she turned to shoot a polite goodbye smile at him before exiting his car, he grinned that heart-stopping grin at her, leaned over the console, and pressed a swift kiss to her cheek.

And that’s when she knew with absolute certainty that she was a goner.

She told herself his life when he was away from her didn’t matter. It didn’t impact their friendship. He talked about his daughter sometimes, and when he did, it was with obvious love, but he hardly ever spoke about the other girls in his life. Not that she considered herself a girl in his life. God, to be a girl in Timothée Chalamet’s life. But no, she wasn’t. He spent money on her, sure; more money than her mom did outside of her schooling, even. But it was pennies to him. Pennies compared to what he must spend on his wife and various girlfriends.

Yes I made that divider by myself. It’s adorable, fuck you that’s why.

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 1 year

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Mr. Chalamet: Info, author’s note, media

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

Summary: The one where Tim is a bit dumb and has a kid as a teenager. At seventeen, his daughter enrolls in an early college program allowing her to take classes at a nearby university. Things get complicated when he meets his daughter’s class partner for the semester.

All my work is 18+.

First chapter is being posted today, will post every week till Lea’s birthday on the 30th. It’s not finished, I just only have four chapters done, soooooooo 😅

Be forewarned: this fic contains a bigger age gap than I usually write. Lea is twenty when things actually start happening. Tim is thirty-five. In this version, Lea was born in 2010. His kid is with Lourdes, and they are married. The first chapter takes place in 2030, but the bulk of it takes place in 2031-2032. This particular fic does not contain infidelity, as Tim and Lourdes aren’t together romantically or sexually, and have agreed that seeing other people is fine. There is a significant amount of sneaking around, however, as Elle, their daughter, isn’t aware of this arrangement. In any case, there will be a big power imbalance here.

Incredible moodboard by @softhecreator

Also here’s one I made myself

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timotheechlamett · 3 years

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STEP-LOVER

WARNINGS: step-brother/sister relations, daddy kink?, praise kink.

Timothée Chalamet x Fem OC/Reader.

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My earliest memory is at about 2 or 3 years old, my father was trying to teach me a new word.

"Look at me, look at Daddy-" He gives a tickle to my side catching my attention, "Can you say water?"

I stared at him for a moment before mumbling, "Wabah?" A puzzled look on my face.

He gave a hearty chuckle at my butchered pronunciation, but praised me anyways.

As I grew older all I can remember about him is that he was colder towards me, almost like he didn't really know how to love me anymore.

Now any male, who's even remotely attractive, that gives me the slightest bit of attention or praise for anything, I latch onto them. Which brings me to my current issue.

It's completely ludicrous the feelings I possess towards Timothée. Well I wouldn't say feelings plural, more so one particular feeling.

Lust.

I certainly didn't help my own case by staring every chance I could, or the fact he never wears a shirt around the house, or that he is completely and utterly the most beautiful human being to roam this earth.

He walks into the kitchen grabbing a cup from the cabinet, with a turn of his head we make eye contact and he grins, “Morning.”

“Morning.” I give a closed grin back, picking a piece of French toast up with my fork.

God, that jawline kills me every time. But that's besides the point.

It wasn't a type of lust I had felt before, he invaded every single thought that I had. I dreamt about him, I fantasized about him daily in my journal, I wear revealing clothes every day in hopes of him making a move on me. The only problem is that he's my step-brother.

Yes, my newly wed father's wife's son is my current infatuation.

“Where are they?” He asks turning the tap on.

“Some brunch thing at Brandy’s, they left not too long ago.” I drop my head staring at my half eaten breakfast.

“Jesus, does she ever give herself a break from hosting?” He gives a scoff, looking my direction once more.

Still looking down at my plate I give a toothy grin at his remark, “If you lived her life, would you?” I look up meeting his gaze.

“Good point.” He finishes his glass of water setting the cup in the sink, leaning against it.

“How long will they be gone?” He inquires.

“It’s Brandy, probably all day.” I dump my leftovers in the trash and turn to the sink cleaning my dish, I can feel the heat from his bare chest on my upper arm.

His eyes burn into the side of my head as I rinse my plate, I could feel a nervous sweat starting up from the intensity.

“Yes Timothée?” I question placing my now clean dish on the rack.

“Do you have plans today?” He entraps me with his arms on either side of my body as I turn to face him.

I look up at him, “No, why?” It comes out a little quieter than I would’ve liked, my heart beat picking up.

A snarky smile plays on his face and he pushes himself off the counters edge, walking away, his sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips.

“Come.” He beckons, walking up the steps.

Curiosity getting the best of me I follow him up the stairs slowly. He opens my bedroom door stepping inside, waiting for me to get closer to him.

“What exactly are you do-“

He pulls me in before closing the door and facing me again. He takes a couple steps towards me, our bodies a mere inch apart as he’s looking down on me.

“I thought we could hang out, sis.” He twirls a piece of my hair between his fingers, “You said you didn’t have plans.”

I do my best to breathe normally, he’s never been this close to me let alone touch me in any way. The whole scene is like something out of my journal, I must be in a dream.

“W-well what do you want to do?” I say quietly, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks and my pussy.

He drops the piece of hair and takes my wrist gently in his hand, leading me to my bed. He sits on the edge pulling me with him.

“Lie down.” He looks me in the eyes.

What.

“W-what?” I stutter trying to maintain eye contact.

“Lie. Down.” He says slower, more intimidating.

Slowly I bring my legs onto the duvet and lay down with my hands at my sides. He scoots back and lays beside me, turning on his side with his head propped up on his hand.

“This..Is this us hanging out to you?” I send a puzzled look his way.

He’s quiet for a second, “Have you ever been with a boy before?”

I feel my pussy tingle more intensely.

A shocked expression on my face, “What?!”

“Have you ever been-“

“Timothée! I heard you, but what the fuck??”I sit up staring at him wide eyed, my folds now throbbing.

This is not fucking happening. He did not just ask me that.

“I know by the way.” His face blank of emotion.

There’s a beat of silence.

“I don’t follow?” My heart rate picks up again.

He stares at me for a moment before his lips part into a smirk.

“What? Do you think I don’t see the looks you give me? That I haven’t read the dirty things you’ve written about your ‘infatuation’, I know it’s me.”

My heart drops and the blood drains from my face.

“Or hear you when you touch yourself late at night.” He gets close to my face.

Kill me, please.

I feel like I could throw up, cry, and die at the same time, my fantasy has now become a nightmare I can’t wake up from. Embarrassment courses through my veins and I feel myself getting teary eyed.

“No it- That’s not- I promise it’s not.“

“Shh, it’s okay.” He coos, “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.” He caresses the back of my head running his thumb along the side of my face.

I can’t even form any words seeing as I am completely and utterly mortified right now.

“I notice a lot of things about you. You caught my attention long before now.” His voice laced with seduction, “You think I haven’t thought about you too?”

I study his face trying to see if there’s any sign he’s messing with me but, he’s completely serious.

“Have you ever been with a boy before?” He asks again softly, releasing me and propping himself on his elbow.

“Once.” I whisper out slightly embarrassed, my core fluttering.

He moves my hair from my face, lingering in the strands, “Get undressed.”

I slowly bring my hands up to remove my tank top off as well as my shorts, hesitantly sliding my underwear down over my ankles. There’s fire in my cheeks as I’m completely bare in front of him for the first time. My core burning just the same as my face. I lie back down next to him.

“So fucking beautiful.” He whispers, bending my knees slightly, watching my face, his hand trickling down my thigh.

He circles his thumb around my bundle of nerves still watching me. I drop my eyes to his movements, a heavy sigh leaving my lips as he uses his middle and ring finger to assault my swollen and soaking clit further.

He moves in between my parted legs, replacing his fingers with his tongue. Licking and sucking just enough, I try to hold my moans by biting my bottom lip, he inserts his finger with ease. Pumping slowly and curling it upwards as he devours my pussy.

“You taste so fucking good, mon trésor.” He hums against my heat.

Unable to stifle myself any longer I let out a drawn out whine twisting my fingers in his hair. I open my legs further letting his face plant deeper into my core as I feel my climax approaching quickly.

He inserts another finger making me sigh out in ecstasy, my muscles tighten around them as I writhe about pushing his face deeper. I try to form something to say but can’t, the feeling he’s giving me making it impossible to speak.

Just before I’m about to reach my high he pulls away completely, I moan out at the empty feeling, my legs numb already and my body floating.

“P-please I-“ I breathe out but can’t finish.

“Patience kitten.”

He starts to remove his bottoms and I find the courage to help him take off his briefs, starting to bring my mouth to the head of his length. He stops me in my tracks.

“No.” I give him a strange look, “I’m here to please you.” He pushes me backwards so I lie down on my pillow once more.

He hovers about, taking in every detail of me. His lips ghosting above my own, he plants soft kisses over and over.

“Do you want this?” His voice hushed and full of question.

“Do you?” I whisper.

“More than anything, but I don’t want to force you.”

I run my hands down his arms, taking in our current situation. Having sex had never been this intimate for me.

“I do want this. So bad.” My eyes meet his.

He lowers himself to kiss my parted lips, his length pushing against my already soaked mound. He doesn’t break the kiss as he teases my opening with the head of his dick, ever so slowly. I gasp once more at the contact arching my hips up in hopes of helping him enter.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He taunts.

“Tim.” I whine with pleading eyes.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He peppers kisses on my chest and neck.

“Please fuck me, please. I need you.” I almost cry out, in both desperation and arousal.

He lines himself up with my slit pushing in slowly, making me feel every inch. I wince at the initial pain of his thick shaft. He brings my hands up above my head interlocking his own fingers with mine until he’s bottomed out deep into my pussy.

“You’re doing so good, mon amour.” He moves back and pushes forward again, “So fucking tight. Such a good girl.” He groans watching me, his lips parted

I dig my nails into his hands only able to gasp at the pressure, the pain subsiding as he pulls himself in and out gently and slowly. A wave of pleasure engulfs my entire body and I let soft moans out.

“Timothée-“ I pant in question.

“Amour?” He sighs in pleasure.

“Faster, please.”

He wastes no time moving his hips quicker, not going harder than before as I adjust to his cock. My moans become uncontrollably loud, I throw my head back deep into the pillow. He lets go of one hand to grip my neck gently, forcing me to face him. He slides deeper into my core hitting just the right spot sending me into a frenzy.

“Fuck! Right there, d-don’t stop-“ I moan loudly.

“Mmm, right there?” He thrusts harder in the same motion, deep moans leaving his throat.

I feel the muscles wrapped around him tighten like iron, my wetness dripping down the both of us as I start to feel overwhelmed.

“Tim- I can’t- It’s too much, it’s-“ I drag out whining.

“It’s okay mon ange, let go. You’re okay.” He supports the back of my head so I’m forced to let him see me unwind.

One. Two. Three thrusts and I completely unravel before him. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I grip his sides with my nails, dragging them down, my walls nearly crush his length as he continues pumping.

“Timothée!” I scream his name over and over as I finally release.

“That’s my girl, cum on my dick.” He growls and gives a throaty moan as his strokes become sloppy.

He thrusts a few more times letting me ride out my own high before he reaches his, pulling out and finishing on my stomach. He collapses onto me, both of us catching our breath and recovering from the events that have taken place.

He gets up going into my bathroom before bringing out a warm towel to clean both of us off. He throws it to the side and drops next to me nuzzling his face into my neck playing with my hair once more.

“Did that really just happen?” I croak, feeling high from the whole account.

“Yes.” He chuckles, “And I don’t see a stop to it any time soon.” He plants tender kisses to my jaw.

We share a gaze before he locks his lips with mine in a passionate kiss before pulling away and gripping my chin to look at him.

“You’re mine now.

And I was.

Completely his and no one else’s.

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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MEET THE PARENTS

WARNINGS: highly graphic smut as always, I am too lazy to go into specifics, slight exhibitionism.

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"Baby you almost ready?" I call out from the bedroom— pushing earrings through my ears, smoothing out my shirt.

Timmy is finally meeting my parents after a year of dating. Any other time we've planned this something goes wrong, whether it's filming, my work schedule, or my parents not being available, by pure luck nothing stood in our way today.

"I'm waiting on you my lady." He sings out leaning against the door frame. I grab my bag and we head out the front door.

- "Do you think they'll like me?" He questions.

"I don't see how they couldn't like you baby, they'll love you. Just like me." I comfort him running my thumb across his hand. A short time later we arrive at my parents house, Timmy was visibly nervous at this point.

"Okay breathe in-" I use my hands to speak as he inhales deeply, "And we breathe out." I push the air from my lungs with him giving a smile.

We exit the vehicle and he grabs my hand, I knock on the door.

"Welcome! I just put dinner on it shouldn't be too long." My mother answers the door as she brings us both into a hug, "Your father should be back any minute, I sent him to the market for wine!" She sends me a look knowing a slight buzz would be needed tonight.

We make our way into the house, crowding around the island in the kitchen sipping Rosé, talking about everything and nothing at the same time- not too long after my father arrives.

"So you must be Timothée." He states plainly, harshly eyeing the boy.

"Yes sir, it's a pleasure to finally meet you both." Timmy puts on his best smile shaking my dad's hand.

Around then dinner had finished and we were all sitting at the table. Me and Timmy sat across from my parents, wine glasses filled to the brim. We all make small talk for a while, contently munching on the food before my father speaks up.

"As you know I have high standards for y/n, Timothée, tell me what makes you good enough for my little girl?" He gives Tim a daring look, almost as if he was really trying to intimidate him. Timmy gulps a little.

"Honestly, I don't know what makes me good enough for y/n sir. She is perfect in every aspect and the fact I get the chance to be with her, is beyond me. She deserves the world and more but I plan on trying my hardest to make that happen." He glances over at me with a smile.

"Do you see yourself marrying my daughter? Having children with her? You both aren't getting any younger, we have a large family and I expect that to continue on with younger generations." My father takes a sip of his wine, still staring Timmy down.

I could tell Timothée was getting flustered, his cheeks a rosy tint.

"Dad, please stop. You're embarrassing me, why can't we just ea-" I groan rolling my eyes as my father holds a hand up to silence my talking.

"Let the boy answer, he has a mouth of his own." That he does, his soft, gentle mouth.

"Absolutely I plan on making her my wife, of course with your blessing. I can't see myself with anyone other than her, I don't want to." He answers confidently, now chugging his glass.

I slip my hand under the table rubbing his leg, my fingers occasionally brushing too far up his thigh. I couldn't help but let my core buzz at how he was handling my dad, I wanted to take him right then and there. Timmy gave me a side glance as a warning but did I listen? Fuck no.

I start grazing the outline of his member with my fingertips, squeezing ever so gently along the way. He clears his throat slightly dramatically, indicating my plan was in fact getting to him.

He and my father are going back and forth, Timmy having a better answer for what my dad questions him. I squeeze his semi-hard cock, looking directly at him. He clears his throat again, this time letting a slight groan out from my toying with him. -

Dinner comes to an end as we say our goodbyes to my parents, almost sprinting out of the door back to the car.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He looks bewildered in the driver's seat.

"Whatever are you talking about?" I say innocently- a smirk playing on my lips.

"Do you know how much shit we could've got in?" He now looks flustered all over again. I started to feel bad, I didn't mean for him to become so worrisome about being caught.

"Baby I'm sorry, I didn't know it would effect you like that, I didn't mean to make you upset my love." I cup his cheek running my thumb over it.

"Its fine, I was just really nervous. That man scares me." He chuckles out putting the car into drive.

As we're on the road I think about Timmy ravishing me, my hot center definitely steaming at this point, he's concentrated on the road. I kick my sandals off and rest both my feet on the dash, legs slightly spread. It didn't catch his attention.

I lift my skirt revealing my thong, legs spread further apart now as I begin to rub the bundle of nerves above my opening. He glances at me a few times.

"W-what are you doing?" He questions, I stare at him continuing to rub my clit outside my panties, I let a moan out biting my bottom lip.

He bites his lip stealing glances at me when he could, I slip a finger inside of myself.

"Tim-" I moan out gripping the headrest with my free hand.

Spreading my legs further so he could see my actions, I wiggle my fingers inside my wet heat, squishing noises leaving the small hole. I kept thinking about Timothée doing it to me.

"Fuck Timmy you feel so good." I huff slipping another finger inside, rubbing my clit now with my other hand.

He would've watched more intently if he wasn't at the wheel. I throw my head back moaning his name as I feel myself reaching the highest peak.

"Oh my god-Timothée I'm gonna c-" He pulls my hands from my body.

"You're not doing that unless I make you." He growls out, a very obvious bulge in his pants alongside a wet patch.

He enjoyed this as much as me. I bit my lip once more and soon enough we pull up at our complex. Hurrying inside- he pushes me up against the door kissing me forcefully, licking my bottom lip and I quickly gain him entry. He kisses down my neck and sucks harshly on my sweet spot.

"You have no idea how lucky I am to have you." He puts a hand on my cheek, centimeters away from my face, "You're so god damn beautiful y/n." He swipes his thumb across my lips.

I pull his neck towards me crashing my lips on his, aching for more.

"I need you, please." I moan out, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck.

His eyes boring into mine, his forehead comes onto mine.

"I'll give you anything you want baby." He whispers closing his eyes.

We make our way to the bedroom, undressing each other along the way. Both of us left in just underwear, he kneads at my chest, pinching and massaging my nipples- he brings his head down replacing his fingers with his mouth. I grip the back of his head keeping him close to me, his hand travels down my stomach to my aching heat.

He lays me down on the bed and rubs against my clit. Pulling my underwear to the side, he slips a finger in, moving in and out. I gasp at the feeling, pure ecstasy coursing through my body.

"You like that?" He slips another finger in now hooking them upwards hitting my g-spot, I grip his shoulders, a moaning mess.

"Fuck don't stop baby." I moan loudly arching my back at his movements, he brings his tongue down to my clit- kitten licking, sucking and nibbling at my bud.

My walls close in on his fingers, my stomach burning with arousal I start to breathe heavily, moaning out his name as I let my juices flow out onto his face. He licks me clean, kissing my inner thigh afterwards.

"Tell me how bad you need me." His body hovering over me, he's desperate for it.

"I need you so bad Timothée-" I caress him, "I need you inside of me baby, please." I whine.

He lays gently kisses on my lips, lining himself up with my entrance and pushing himself in slowly. I take in a deep breath at the feeling.

"F-fuck." I groan, he gently pumps in and out making me feel his full length.

"God you feel so good." He moans deeply, holding me closely as he thrusts harder and faster.

I'm practically screaming his name as he fucks me like this, each entry deeper than the last as he finally hits my sweet spot.

"You're gonna make me cum T, FUCK!" You whimper to him.

"Right there? God you're so wet." He thrusts harder.

He has never made love to me like this. So loving and careful, tentative to my pleasure only. I feel my walls tighten around him, his hips moving sloppily now.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Be good for me baby-" His moans now out of breath, he's close.

"God I love you so much y/n." He whines in my ear, sending me over the edge as I reach my second climax.

His last thrusts are fatigued as he fills me with his hot, sticky liquid- whispering I love you's into my skin, kissing all over.

"You are so perfect, I want you forever y/n. You're all I'll ever need in life, you complete me." He looks into your eyes fully meaning every word, tears forming in yours.

"I love you so much Timothée, more than you'll ever know. I'm yours forever." You choke back.

Nothing but love left over from the events that had taken place.

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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FACE-TIME

contains: graphic smut, phone sex, fluff

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I trace the outline of my phone screen awaiting his nightly call.

Timothée's been gone for two months now to film his new movie. It never gets easier when he has to leave, but I know he's doing what he loves.

As if he read my mind his name pops up on the screen, I waste no time answering.

"Mon amour." A smile creeps across my lips seeing his beautiful face.

"Hey baby, how was it today?"

"Tiring, I couldn't even focus because I kept thinking of you. I miss you so much." Longing laced his voice like venom.

He looked beyond exhausted, bags under his eyes, hair in every direction-yet so beautiful at the same time.

"I miss you too love, so so much." I couldn't help but let my heart break.

"It won't be long until I'm back home, I can't wait to kiss you again." He lets out a sigh.

Suddenly a brilliant idea washes over me.

"I can't wait either, you occupy all my thoughts, every inch of you." With slight seduction in my tone, I lay back onto our bed.

"What do you think of?" He shifts his body around, setting his phone up.

"How much I miss your lips on mine, your hands on my body, the things I want you to do to me-" I bite my lip, "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Tell me." His words are hungry and his interest is piqued.

"Just thinking about the way you devour my pussy-gets me soaked," I sigh out, "And when you stretch me out with your dick, just the thought could make me cum right now." He lets out a shaky breath at the vulgarity coming from me.

My nipples now erect, I couldn't help the tingling sensation forming in my heat thinking of him.

"Be a good girl and touch yourself for me." He demands trying to control his breathing.

I do as told, propping my phone up in front of me on a pillow, letting my hand slip into my panties, gently rubbing my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, you already made me so wet Timothée."

I bend my knees giving him a full view of my fingers moving around under the fabric. Even through the screen I could tell his eyes were full of lust- pupils blown, his mouth agape.

"Don't leave me alone to play with myself-" I pout, "You too." I remove my panties.

Almost immediately he was uncovering the lower half of his body. His cock already fully erect, I loved the effect I had on him.

"God you have such a pretty little pussy." He groans out.

With his fingers he rubs the tip of his dick, using his thumb to swirl the thick string of pre-cum around it, then slowly bringing them down his shaft.

If I wasn't wet before, watching him do that definitely made me soaked. I insert a finger into my throbbing folds slowly moving in and out, moaning his name softly.

"That's right baby, show me how much you miss me." He bites down on his lip- still gently stroking his member.

"You make me feel so good Timmy, fuck my pussy is so wet." I moan out now upping the pace and adding another finger.

"I miss your dick so much. I can't wait to feel my wet pussy wrap around it." He lets out a moan.

"That's my good girl, fuck yourself for daddy," His hand strokes getting faster, "Tell me who's pussy it is."

"Fuck it's your pussy baby, only yours." I feel the knot in my stomach form at his words, I bring my free hand down to my clit rubbing circles.

"I-I'm about to cum, oh my god." I feel my eyes start to roll back.

"Stop. Now." He demands and I pull both fingers out with a whine.

"I didn't say you could cum yet, mon amour." His voice was raspy and full of sensuality.

I groan in slight frustration continuing to rub my clit gently in circles, he goes back to only playing with his tip.

"Move back a little, I want to see your beautiful face when you cum-" Another wave of tingling erupts in me, "Now play with your pussy."

My two fingers inserted back into my dripping heat, my other hand still rubbing my clit, I can't tear my eyes away from the way he's pleasuring himself.

"I fucking love your dick, you're so fucking perfect." I throw my head back in bliss.

"Look at what you do to me, I'm gonna fuck you so hard when I get home." He growls.

He speeds up the pumping of his hand focusing more on the tip, his breathing is sporadic, meaning he's close to his release.

I hook my fingers upwards hitting my g-spot and my legs shake about uncontrollably. His eyes start to close and he bites down hard on his bottom lip trying to stifle his own moans.

"Look at me, look at me when you cum for me." I pant, now close to my own release, he looks into the camera.

"Fuck you're gonna make me cum baby." He can barely get his words out, not breaking our eye contact.

"I'm so close Timothée, god you’re so fucking sexy.” I moan, letting myself whimper out freely.

"I'm cumming-" We let out simultaneously, "Oh fuck." He whimpers.

I bring my focus to his hard cock spewing out the warm, sticky liquid, that I miss so much inside of me.

He can't contain his loud moans letting himself release, pushing me to my own climax.

"Oh my god fuck!" I yell out.

I feel my walls clench around my fingers as my own juices flow out of me and onto the camera of my phone, my eyes roll back as I ride it out, the liquid still releasing from my body.

"Fuck Timothée, fuck." I moan as I come down from the high.

We both sit panting for a minute before I grab my phone wiping it clean.

"That was so fucking hot, why have we never done this?" He breathes out of breath.

"The first of many times from now on." We smile at each other sharing a laugh.

"I love you so much. I can't wait to have you in my arms for real." I say.

"I love you. You'll have me soon my love, I'm gonna have to see you do that in person." He smirks, laying down on his bed.

I follow his suit and soon enough we drift to sleep listening to each other's breathing, that was the most peaceful sleep I had since he's been gone.

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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GOOD BOY

contains: graphic smut, angst, sub x dom dynamic, fluff, ass-play.

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It was a cold winter night, the snow had just stopped falling, blanket of pure and untouched white covered everything in sight.

Timmy was poking the fire we started, as I sip on a glass of wine watching him in adoringly, everything he did I was in awe of- even after years of being with him. Now 24 and him 25, it's going on 5 years and I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else.

"Timothée Hal." I call out almost scolding him as he begins reaching for lighter fluid.

"Don't you even dare, we don't need a house fire!" I give a warning look only to receive a devious smile back.

He squirts a small amount into the fireplace as the flames consume the fresh wood inside.

"See, I didn't burn anything down." He gives a proud grin, I giggle holding my arms out waiting to embrace him.

He grabs the wine bottle and makes his way over to me, filling both of our glasses back up. I play with the soft curls framing his face as I continue sipping the red liquid.

"Mmm that feels nice." He closes his eyes in bliss as I massage his head.

His quiet moan bringing other thoughts of what would feel nice to my head. I crawl on top of him letting my hand glide underneath his shirt, kissing his neck.

"That feels even better." He lets out hushed.

I start at his pulse point, leaving a trail of wetness to his collar bone, sucking gently. I grind my hips on his growing member making him moan out a little louder.

He looks up at me with lustful eyes, sitting up to come close to my face. His hands run up my thighs as I tangle my fingers in his locks.

"Take care of me, please." He almost whispers leaving his lips parted slightly.

"Tell me how you want it." I softly lay him down hovering over him, still grinding my hips onto him.

"Don't be nice." As soon as the words leave his mouth I flip my switch, I grab the sides of his jaw.

"Take your clothes off." I demand releasing my grip on him, watching him hurriedly take his clothes off.

"Now undress me." I raise myself off the couch as he begins to remove my shirt and pants, until he reaches for the clasp of my bra.

"Slowly." I pull his hair making his head tilt up at me.

He closes his eyes a small whimper leaving him as I let go. He starts unclasping my bra, discarding it to the floor, then moving to my panties- sliding them off slowly.

I run a hand through his hair, pushing his head down so he's on his knees. I get back on the couch spreading my legs, leaning back.

"Taste me." I spit, he crawls over on all fours now gripping the sides of my thighs.

He lowers his head pressing his tongue against my sensitive bundle, making me throw my head back in pleasure. He begins moving his tongue in and out of me, gently sucking on my clit as he does.

"Just like that-" I moan out gripping his hair, "Finger me."

He lets out a moan and does as told, slipping a finger inside while continuously licking me, then another- hooking them both upward. It only took a few seconds for the familiar pressure to build up inside me, my legs begin to shake.

"Fuck don't stop-" I breathe out, the sounds of my wetness filling the room as I release onto his hands and mouth.

"Clean your plate." I watch as he hungrily laps up the rest of my juices, the sight almost making me climax again.

"Good boy." I coo, "Do you want me to make you feel good?" I join him on the floor.

"Please-" He whines, I take his rock hard dick in my hand stroking just the tip. His moans already flooding my ears.

"Beg like the little bitch you are." I stop stroking, bringing my face close to his again.

"Please fuck me, oh my god- please." He whimpers with his eyes closed, his pre-cum dripping down his shaft.

I turn him to sit leaned up against the couch as I climb on top of him, I rub the tip of him on the entrance of my opening- he throws his head back letting out a sigh.

"Tell me what you want baby-" I continue rubbing his head on my pussy.

"Please sit on my dick, I want to be inside you so fucking bad." Anticipation all over his face as he cries out over me slowly sitting down on him.

Balancing with one arm I grind my hips moving up and down tauntingly, bringing my free hand to his throat for more leverage. His eyes roll back as his uncontained moans ring through my ears, a beautiful sound.

"You like that?" I take him inside of me completely moving up and down faster.

"Fuck-" He moans, "Harder." He grunts out, I grip his neck tighter now unable to contain my own moans.

"Who do you belong to?" I moan into his ear, bouncing as fast as I can on him.

"Fuck Y/n, I'm all yours, you're gonna make me cum." He grips my hand making me squeeze even tighter, I feel myself reaching another climax.

I bring my index finger down to his ass, sticking the very tip in, almost immediately he reaches his climax, yelling out my name over and over. I feel his warm cum leaking out of me along with my own wetness dripping down his shaft and thighs, finally I reach my high with my legs shaking violently.

"Oh my god Timmy." I moan out riding out my orgasm, he watches me intently.

"That..was fucking incredible, and that thing you did-" He cracks a smile pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

"I knew you'd like it." We both stay in each others embrace, catching our breath.

"I think we should clean up." He laughs peppering my face with light and loving kisses.

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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FOREVER AND ALWAYS

WARNINGS: stepbrother!Regulus Black, dom!Regulus black, fem!Reader, sub!Reader, stepcest, they smoke a lil weed, use of pet names (Dove, I think kitten?), praise kink, slightly mean dom!Regulus Black.

DID NOT PROOF READ.

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The thunder rumbles through the house so fiercely I wake up from my sleep.

I was never a fan of storms, though the lightning was beautiful, they felt gave me a dark and sinister feeling.

I sit up in my bed swinging my legs over the edge and slipping my negligee on with shaking fingers. The next clap of thunder makes my windows visibly shake, my heart rate picks up as I tear open the door.

My mother and step-father had left for the weekend leaving me with one viable option for safety, my step-brother.

My terribly handsome, smart, and sweet step-brother. How fucking embarrassing.

A smaller rumble makes me jump slightly, speeding my legs up to his door, the smell of faint smoke filling my nose.

I debate bothering him out of sheer humility, before- ‘BOOM!’. I jump once more.

I knock lightly and wait, his record player could be heard through the wood, I wait a moment longer. The vibration of the weather felt on my bare feet, lightning sparking blue light throughout the hallway.

I knock once more much harder than the last time, panic settling in. I could hear shuffling from the other side of the door, the feel of fresh tears prick my eyes as I wait for him to open the door.

I wrap my arms around myself before he opens the door, he coughs once, twice, before speaking with a scowl.

“Y-Y/N,” Cough, “What are you doing up?” Cough. His brows furrowed.

I look up to meet his gaze, fresh tears pooled in my under eyes, “I’m scared.” I whisper.

His face softens before he looks back at the open balcony doors, “You’re scared? Well of wh-“

Another wave of thunder crashes making my body lurch forward gripping his bare waist.

“Thunder, s’scary, I really don’t like it.” I lock my hands around either of my wrists behind his back, my face buried in his side. A hand smoothing the back of my hair the other on the small of my back, he ushers me into his room.

“You don’t like storms?” He questions, still holding me, “Mm-mm” I shake my head in his side. There’s a beat of silence.

“I can help you.” He slowly releases me, moving towards his open balcony, picking up what looks like a cigarette.

I twiddle my thumbs watching anxiously as he lights it, taking a puff, before handing it to me. Staring at the smoking cherry, I look up to him again.

“It’ll help, promise. It’s okay.” He takes a step closer, gently gripping the back of my neck holding me steady as he raises the hand rolled cigarette to my mouth, “Just suck and inhale, then blow out.” He instructs.

I lean forward, placing my mouth over the end and following his guidance, pulling back when i couldn’t suck any more.

I Inhale and keep my stare at his bare chest. The effects kick in quickly, relaxation floods my muscles, my brain not as worried about the thunderstorm, it felt..Marvelous.

“You okay?” He puts the dart out on the door frame.

I nod my head grinning slightly, “Feel good Reggie, thank you.” I move towards the balcony, meeting his smiling stare, watching the raindrops fall in sync with one another. The beauty of the storm becoming very apparent.

“Y’know, thunderstorms aren’t so scary.” He comes to stand next to me, “They can be sad, but they’re mostly beautiful.” He looks up to the sky flashing lightning.

“Wh- How are they beautiful?” It’s my turn to stare.

His profile is like the paintings they hang in muggle museums. Lightning casts a beautiful glow over his body, I make out the slight goose-bumps on his skin.

“The sky is crying, that’s not always a bad or sad thing,” I continue staring at his toned abdomen, “Like you tonight, you looked sad but— Your tears made you that much more beautiful.”

I look up to catch his eyes fixed on me already. I quickly look back down at the wet balcony, a blush prominent on my features.

Beautiful. He thinks I’m beautiful? Am I high right now?

“Look at me.” He brings his hand to lift my chin, eyes boring deep into mine, “Don’t be shy with me.” He leans closer, resting his forehead on mine. My breath hitches at the proximity.

Is this really happening? I’m definitely high.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” Regulus whispers, I lift my head giving our lips a mere centimeter apart.

“Reg-“

“Can I kiss you?” He pleads.

I lean forward more sealing our lips to one another. It was a soft and sweet, his lips taste like cherry and smoke, soft like velvet.

I pull away giving a shocked look up to him, “W-We can’t.” I stammer closing my eyes and stepping back hitting the door frame. He wastes no time cornering me, “What’s so wrong about this?” His hand actresses my cheek, I unconsciously lean into his touch.

“Just let me take care of you.”

“Please-“ I whisper.

Our faces barely centimeters apart, I meet his eyes. He holds my gaze before I give a slight nod, a sinister smirk that reaches his eyes stretches across his face.

He pulls me towards him, a hand in my hair, a hand on my hip, he licks over my bottom lip asking for entrance. I open my mouth willingly, letting out a moan at the contact of our tongues. He pulls me off the door frame and leads me to his bed.

He gently lays me down still gripping the back of my neck, hovering above my body, never breaking the kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He breathes pulling from my lips.

The look in his eyes was more than lust, there was hunger, fire, it was then I realized I was in for something of an out of body experience.

“Undress.” He growls before standing to watch me.

I remove everything but my panties, suddenly getting shy under his stare. The heat rising tot my cheeks tinting them a deep crimson.

He tsks simultaneously removing his trousers, “Now’s not the time to get shy Dove,” He hovers over me again bringing a thumb under the waist of my panties, “Thought you were gonna let me take care of ya?” He feigns hurt.

“I-I am I just—“

He rips them off with a single pull, gripping my neck and coming close, “Then why don’t you listen to me? You wanna be a good girl right?”

A whine leaves my lips, I’ve never experienced something this hot before. I could feel my cunt pulsing for him already.

“Y-Yes, sir.” I whimper.

“Oh? Sir? Such a naughty girl,” He leans back slightly staring me over, he leans back down, “Whoever taught you—“ He sucks a bruise on my neck as his free hand trails down to my aching core, rubbing light circles on my clit, my eyes roll back.

“Couldn’t prepare you for what I’m gonna do to that pretty little pussy.” His two middle fingers prod at my hole before he sinks them to the knuckle, hooking them upwards slowly.

“Oh Gods— Reg-“ I choke out biting my lip to stifle my pleasure.

“D’you like that? Hm?” He continues his assault faster moving away from my ear before bringing his mouth to my swollen clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then rolling it over my sensitive bud.

“Fuck, I-“ A deep whine leaves my throat, “Feels so good, sir. F-Feels so good.” I breathe.

I could feel my walls tighten around his digits, my climax so close I could taste it, thighs shaking. Just as I was about to see stars he pulls away completely, a breathless whine emits from me. He stands up removing his boxers and settling back down between my legs.

“I was about to cum.” I sit up on my elbows pouting.

“And I don’t give a fuck darling,” He pushes me back down by my neck, “You’ll cum when I want you to.” He sits above me on his elbows, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” I whisper taking in the dark look in his eyes, he takes the slick from my throbbing folds and runs it along his length.

Holy shit.

My eyes widen at the size of him, “See something you like?” He grins cheekily while lining himself up with my entrance. He rubs the head against me a couple times before sticking the tip in.

The stretch making me wince slightly, he slowly sheathes himself to the hilt, my mouth agape with no sound able to leave.

“Shh, I’ve got you. You can take it,” He caresses my head leaning his forehead on mine once again, “Being such a good girl f’me.” He groans as he pulls back only to slam into my stretched out folds.

“It’s,” I start as pulls back, “Too,” He slams back into me, “M-Much.” I whimper running my nails along his back, his grunts turn to moans along with my whimpers turning to pleasurable moans.

“I can stop.” He halts his movements. I buck my hips with a whine into his in an attempt to get some movement, he lets out a chuckle before he picks up his speed.

“Shut the fuck up and take it then,” He hums in a low growl, “Fuck you’re so tight. S’fucking tight.” He moans lifting my knees to my chest.

I nearly scream at the position, his cock hitting just where I need him with every thrust, the warm and tingly feeling building up in my stomach. My walls tighten around his length like a chokehold.

“Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl, yeah?” He places open mouth kisses down my neck, I can only moan in response, releasing his back and rolling my eyes back, “Go on then, be a good girl. Cum for me.”

One. Two. Three more thrust and I spasm on top of his overly wet cock, his name repeated from my mouth like a prayer, I grip onto his wrists for leverage to ride out my orgasm.

“F-fuck, Merlin you look so beautiful,” He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier, “Such a good girl for me.” He whines before his hips stutter. The feeling of him painting my walls white was like no other. The first time, hopefully not the last he would fill me up like this.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck-“ He thrusts once more spilling the last of his seed inside me before collapsing on top of me.

We lay there catching our breaths before he carefully pulls out, planting a kiss on my collar and making his way to the bathroom before coming out with a warm towel.

He carefully wipes between my legs and I wince with a whine, “I know Dove, m’sorry, gotta get you clean.” He coos. He sets the towel in the hamper before crawling back in bed behind me, turning me to face him and pulling my body flush to his.

His arm around my waist, my face in his neck, his free hand twirling a piece of my hair. The dull effect of the joint lulls me into a doze.

“Gonna take care of you, forever and always, okay?” Regulus places a kiss on my temple, to my forehead, and lands on my lips.

This was my bliss.

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timotheechlamett · 3 years

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REGULUS

a/n: this is my first regulus fic so it’s probably not the best but i tried. please enjoy or don’t because that’s ok too <3

CONTAINS: graphic smut, very much angst, fluff.

Regulus Black x Fem OC/Reader.

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I don't know what about him intrigued me so immensely, like a moth to a flame- not knowing the danger of flying head first into a fire.

He isn't Prince Charming that's for certain. He is dark, cold, nearly heartless. He fucks other girls behind my back, he whispers sweet nothings to taunt me, he takes advantage of my love, because he knows I can't help but give myself to him.

Yet he still gives me hope. Either hope or he's extremely good at leading me on.

The loving stolen glances when he thinks I'm not paying attention, he "forgets" ink in Potions so we have to share, the burning jealousy when another boy even breathes too close to me. Was it all fake?

Falling for a love-affection-touch-depraved boy was not in my plans, but here I am. I know him better than I know myself and that's something only I would proudly claim.

As I enter the Great Hall the chatter of dining students was almost deafening, I truly just wanted to go back to my room. Overstimulated and mentally drained from classes of the day, I really didn't have an appetite. Still I show up just to see him, even if just for a moment.

I make my way to (your house)'s table taking a seat next to Mallory, my best friend. Filling my plate with useless food, I catch sight of Regulus.

He's in conversation with his friends, laughing, I can only imagine what they're saying. He's only smiled like that with me a few times but I cherish every one like the first.

"Don't we look glum, what's on your mind?" She mumbles nearly choking down her roast potatoes.

"Nothing really, just thinking too much is all." I sigh poking a carrot around my dish.

She looks at me a little longer than normal sensing I wasn't being truthful. She swallows her food, following my eye-line, her eyebrow raised.

She snaps her head back at me.

"Im sorry, you've got to stop pining over him love. He's never going to give you what you want. I hate seeing you like this." She says.

"But what if-"

"There is no but, if he was going to do or say anything he would've. He hasn't, so move on because that's the only thing you can do now- give a damn how he feels about it." She scoffs.

I bite the inside of my lip taking in her harsh words, she wasn't wrong but the way I feel for him is like nothing I've ever experienced. I look down to my plate.

"Yeah I guess." I sip my water.

After acting interested in Mallory's day I notice he is no where to be seen.

"I think I'm gonna go back to my room, I'll see you later?" I more so state than ask. There was no reason to stay any longer seeing as I obviously wasn't going to eat.

I fully planned to go back to my room but found myself walking to the Astronomy Tower. I take a clove out and light it, bringing the filter to my lips and taking a puff.

The stars bright and twinkling more than I've ever seen. Almost as if they're laughing at me for being so foolish.

"Cloves are bad for you, you know." A voice calls behind me.

I whip my head around to reveal the one and only Regulus Black. I roll my eyes turning back around to finish my cigarette.

"What's it to you anyway?" I retort, he chuckles.

"I wouldn't want you ruining your lungs is all." He appears next to me with a clove between his lips.

"You've always been so contradictory." I dryly laugh.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He blows smoke, his eyebrows crinkle together.

There's a loud silence between us as I puff...puff...and puff again, reaching the end of my stress reliever.

"I've gotta get back." I put out the butt turning on my heel.

I feel a hand on my upper arm pulling me back, his expression unreadable but his eyes look disappointed.

"What's wrong with you? You've been acting different." His voice is quiet and I swear I could hear a hint of worry.

All of my pent up feelings boil over, my blood pumping through my body faster, I felt hot. I was over it.

"Are you dumb or just completely oblivious? What's wrong with me? What the hell is the matter with you, Regulus?" I shout at the boy, "Really, I would love to know. Do you enjoy toying with people or are you too dense to know what you're doing?"

His face drops to a scowl, he lets my arm loose, finishing his cigarette.

"What the fuck are you on about?" He shouts back.

I break out into a fit of laughter, I know I look crazy but I didn't care. I was done being nice, being patient, caring. I let loose.

"You know I really thought what everyone said about you wasn't true, but it is. You are the most selfish, devious, disgusting person I've ever met in my life. And to think I really tried with you is beyond me, there is no loving you." I spat coldly my eyes being pricked with hot tears, not of sadness but anger.

His face softens and an expression I've never seen comes across his entire body. Hurt.

"Now I'm stuck dealing with my shitty feelings because I love you and you are completely fucking unable to do that." A tear slides down my cheek, "I thought giving you love would make you love me back but all you did was take from me."

"No I- No that's not what-" He reaches out to bring me close to him.

"Do NOT touch me, it wasn't what? You didn't mean to? Stop fucking with my head, I'm so tired of it!" I smack his hand away, more tears staining my cheeks.

"Please just listen to me, I'm begging you." He pleads getting on my eye level.

I wipe my face trying to gather myself, but the anger inside of me boiled to the point I couldn't control what I said next.

"I hate you Regulus Black. I hate everything about you."

Deafening silence.

"You don't mean that. Take it back." He demands. Pain envelops his features. His eyes glistening with fresh tears, just as mine. I say nothing.

"I love you, so much." He whispers, tears threatening to fall.

I stare at him in silence. For the first time ever I saw devastation in his face. The type of feeling that means a person broke completely.

"You don't mean-"

"Yes, I fucking do! I love you so much it's indescribable, and I'm scared Y/n. I'm fucking terrified!" He wipes his eyes, "I will never be good enough for you and I know that so I push you away however I can. Even then I couldn’t get away from you, not physically or mentally. You can't be apart of my life because if anything happened to you I would never forgive myself for it. I refuse to let you be damned in the way I am, I refuse it!"

Silent tears refusing to stop coming from my eyes, I can't even look him in the face. Regret is all I feel, regret and ignorance.

How does a love-affection-touch-depraved boy express his love when he's never experienced it? He steals loving glances, he "forgets" ink everyday, and he runs off everyone who shows interest in me.

"You don't get to decide how damned I am Regulus, it's not your place." I choke out walking up to him, "I dealt with you, I love you, I want you. I chose you, what do you have to lose by choosing me too?" I take a step closer to him.

I can feel his ragged breaths on my eyelashes, the smell of deep amber and cloves radiating from him as he bores into my eyes with his own.

"You. I have you to lose." He whispers embracing my cheek with his hand.

"Then don't lose me."

With no warning I feel his lips on mine, it felt right, like they were made for each other. Shockwaves of passion and love coursing through the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck deepening it.

His tongue grazes my bottom lip and I let him in without hesitation. His tongue is sweet like cinnamon sugar, his lips soft as velvet, he pulls away cutting it short.

"I won't." He promises.

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He lays me on his bed gently as if I were made of glass, our lips never detaching. I tangle my hands in his curls pulling slightly at his nape, our tongues dancing around one another. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth pulling ever so slightly, a small gasp escaping my mouth.

He hovers over me and grips under my chin staring at my flustered state, taking in every detail.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on." He sighs out, pupils blown.

"Shut up and kiss me." I pull him back into me.

His hands roam underneath my sweater, feeling every square inch of bare skin, until he pulls it over my head. I swiftly unbutton his shirt nearly ripping it off him.

He kisses from my jaw, to my neck, down the valley of my breast before lightly sucking the skin on my left one.

"Are you sure you want this?" He rests his forehead against mine, peppering kisses against lips.

"More than anything, Regulus, I want all of you." I caress his face making him look at me.

He kisses me with such passion, such lust, such love. He takes off my bra, skirt and his pants with ease- sucking and biting lightly on my nipple. I groan in ecstasy as his hand rubs up my thigh resting just before the hem of my panties. His free hand twisting and pinching my opposite nipple, swirling his tongue perfectly around the other.

"Please." I sigh out.

"You have to speak up my love, tell me." He kisses down my stomach to the top of my pelvis.

"Please touch me Regulus." I whimper, he slides the fabric down my legs throwing it to the floor.

Wasting no time his tongue meets my clit and his hands spreading my legs wide open, he licks down my slit back to my clit sucking gently once in a while. My moans uncontrollable and my hands tangled in his hair, he inserts a finger into my throbbing and soaked opening.

"You're so wet for me, does it feel good baby?" He taunts.

I feel myself already reaching climax when suddenly he stops all movement. A whine leaves my throat and he smirks up at me.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" He bites down on his bottom lip hovering over me once again.

"Please don-don't start right now." I say out of breath.

I reach down to palm his massive erection, pre-cum soaking the fabric of his briefs. He lets out a low groan dropping his face to my neck.

"Seems like I'm not the only one." I tease.

I slide his boxers down and sit up pulling him to the edge of the bed, now in front of him I get on my knees kissing a trail up his thighs to the tip of his member. I lick a small strip lapping up his juices as his eyes watch me with full concentration.

"Merlin-" He moans out, taking a fist full of my hair guiding my mouth into him.

I bob up and down slowly to wet his length first, then picking up my pace I bring my hand to his shaft pumping and squeezing just enough. He bucks his hips into my mouth, fucking the back of my throat as I gag on the size of him. His whimpers and curses enough to make my own arousal drip down my thighs.

"Come here." He pulls me up laying me down on my back.

He teases my clit with his tip, then my folds, back to my clit all in one motion over and over. I lift my hips to try and make him enter my pulsating box.

"Don't be impatient kitten." He coos, finally inserting himself inch by inch.

I can't help but moan out at the feeling of him stretch me out.

"So fucking tight, fuck. I don't know if it'll fit." He gives a groan.

Once his complete length is in he pumps in and out of me slowly. Pain was the first sensation, then overwhelming pleasure peaked through.

"Look at you. Taking it like such a good girl." He moans out.

"R-Regulus harder." I whine gripping his hips.

He pounds into me harder but not faster, making sure I feel every inch of him pumping into my pussy. His cock hitting my g-spot every time, my legs twitch about as I dig my nails into his sides.

"Right there don't stop, fuck!" I almost scream. I can hear my own wetness as he pounds into me.

"It feels good? You like when I fuck you right there?" He moans leaving sloppy kisses on my neck.

"It feels s-so fucking good baby, so fucking good." I cry out letting myself be engulfed in the pleasure.

He picks up pace slightly, the repeated feeling of his length hitting my sweet spot brings me to the beginning of my climax. My walls tighten around him and my moans turn into screams of his name.

"That's right, cum for me pretty girl. Go on." He embraces me trying to maintain balance for his strokes.

"Fuck oh Merlin! I'm cumming!" I warn.

He brings a hand up to toy with my clit and I'm sent flying over the edge. The ring of muscles around his cock spasm out of control, I grasp the sheets with so much force they come up from the sides, my legs shaking beyond belief. He continues thrusting himself in and out, playing with my clit, before a new sensation takes over me.

Overstimulated I feel even more wetness erupt from my pussy.

"Fuck you look so beautiful." He moans out, "Gonna cum." He grunts, his strokes now sloppy.

"Cum in me, please cum in me." I beg, he moans out my name over and over, my moans mixing with his, I feel him twitch inside of me. I felt complete knowing he filled me with his seed.

We lay there a moment to catch our breath, our bodies slippery with sweat, hearts racing.

He brings his lips to mine once more before pulling out, he clears my face of sweaty hair, still panting slightly.

"I love you, Y/n, more than anything in this world. I want you forever." He whispers gliding a thumb across my lips.

"And you'll have me forever Regulus, I promise you."

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RUIN ME

contains: graphic smut, sexual tension, angst, best friend’s sister

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"Oh Timmy, Kyle didn't say you were stopping by." She opened the door wearing a skirt- that fucking skirt.

"I was supposed to be here later but I was bored." I awkwardly chuckle out, she moves from the doorway to let me in.

"He probably won't be home for a little bit, but you can chill until he gets back?"

She directs me to the couch, making her way to the kitchen. With every move she makes the fabric rides up her legs higher and higher, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my eyes to myself.

It was like she knew what she was doing to me, or maybe I just wanted to believe it that way.

"I guess I'll wait for him, did he mention where he was going?" I try to compose myself on the couch directing my eyes toward the TV.

"Not really, he said something about errands. Do you want anything to drink?" She leans up against the door frame, her eyes piercing me.

"Uh I- Waters fine thank you."

I watch her walk to the fridge, barely in my line of sight, I catch a glimpse of her pale blue colored panties as she bends over. She definitely knew what she was doing.

I couldn't pull my eyes away while she was bent over like that, only to painfully realize how much tighter my jeans had gotten.

"Fuck." I mutter quickly pulling a pillow over my lap, thinking of my sweet grandma to relieve the swelling in my pants.

"Here you go." She grins plopping down on the couch next me.

She swings her legs onto the couch, her feet almost touching my thigh, crossing one over the other. I could see the same blue lace, alongside the sheer outline of her mound.

"Do you want to watch anything?" She glances over at me.

"What ever you want, I'm not picky." God I hope she's really this oblivious..

I could feel the heat in my face oozing off of me. My bulge finally going down a little into the movie. All of my focus was on the TV until I feel a pair of eyes on me.

"Can I show you something?" She bites her bottom lip slightly.

I give a nod letting her usher me up the steps, stuck in a trance by the goddess walking in front of me.

"So I know you and Kyle are really close-" We reach her bedroom, "but how do you think he'd feel about his best friend eye-fucking his little sister?"

No fucking way. This is not happening.

She comes centimeters away from me, making me sure she could hear my heart racing.

"I-I don't know what you mean-" I let out a shaky breath.

"Let's save the denial Timothée, I see the way you look at me." She traces her finger down the front of my chest.

"Do you not see the way I look at you?" She whispers, "How badly I want you to ruin me."

"You have no idea how badly I want to." I breathe out gripping her hair in my hands, our lips almost touching.

"Show me daddy."

I crash my lips onto hers, licking her bottom lip as she instantly grants me entrance, our tongues fighting for dominance. Her strawberry chapstick leaving a sweet taste in my mouth.

I deepen the kiss pulling her closer to me, making her moan out against my mouth. We move backwards to the bed, not breaking our connected lips, and I get in between her legs.

"Are you sure you want this?" I pull away taking in her flustered state.

"I've never been more sure." She breathes out connecting our lips once again.

I kiss down her jaw sucking on the sweet spot near her collar bone, slipping my hand under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. I remove her shirt and take her nipple in my hand twisting gently, still sucking on her sweet spot.

I replace my hand with my mouth now taking her other nipple in my opposite hand. Her soft moans are what I imagine angels to sound like. She grips my hair tightly and pulls me closer to her.

"That feels so good." She moans out.

I kiss down her stomach stopping once I reach the waistband of her skirt, she desperately rips it off herself leaving the light blue lace covering what I've been waiting to taste.

I kiss the inside of her thighs, using my thumb to rub her clit through her panties, earning a string of soft moans from her. I remove the fabric, putting her knees over my shoulder- my tongue begins it's dance with her clit.

I suck lightly here and there and I insert a finger into her tight, soaking folds. The feeling of her tighten around my finger makes me moan out against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck Timothée." She pants watching my every move.

I insert another finger hooking them upwards while still working her clit.

"Oh my god don't stop-" She whimpers.

I begin to realize how hard I actually am and begin to subtly grind against the bed for relief.

"I'm gonna cum-Fuck Timothée I'm gonna cum!" She screams as I feel her legs begin to shake and her walls tighten around my two digits. The mixture of my grinding and her moans bringing me close to climax myself.

I suck one last time causing her to release almost immediately, leaving her a convulsing mess.

"Timothée, oh my god Timothée-" She moans my name over and over as I lap up the juices flowing from her, feeling myself cum while doing so.

I gently bite the inside of her thigh riding out my high, her hands still tightly gripping my hair.

"Fuck that was so hot." She breathes out sitting up to look at me.

"You have no idea-" I mumble against her leg.

She brings me up to her face and attaches our lips once again, this time not hungrily, but passionately. Her hand reaches down to where my bulge had previously been and was now replaced by a large wet spot.

"Now I see how bad you wanted it." She teases making my face flush.

"We should clean up before Kyle gets home." She states

"Shower?" I smirk up at her.

"Shower."

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