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bonesandchalamet · 4 months
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‘O Christmas tree — t. chalamet
masterlist | pairing: Timothee chalamet x reader
summary: Timothee is gone a lot for wonka and you’re work distracts you from decorating until someone comes on home…
warnings: fluff
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with wonka promotions and interviews, he’s not had time to think about Christmas. with nothing but chocolate, singing, and dancing on his mind the holidays have slipped by him once again.
it’s not too late, overnight shipping exists and stores still have great deals, but nothing screams to him.
so he’s back to square one: promoting wonka, talking about the works of dune, and hopping on another plane. the cycle continues while you FaceTime occasionally from your cold desk in New York.
“busiest time of year.” he says shaking the snow off his jacket and boots. he’d just landed for the good morning America segment, and the only place he could tell the cab driver to take him was here: your home.
“it’s always busy in New York, chalamet. you’ve been gone for that long you forgot?” you spin around in your work chair to see him standing by the door, a tree slung over his shoulders, and a box of lights in his other hand.
“is that a real tree?” in slight shock you ask the dumb question. its wrapped up in a net and the smell of fresh pine over takes your apartment.
so you’ve also been a bit busy. having not had time to decorate with monthly work quotas and yearly ends to meet, the fake tree never got set up and the stockings never got laid over the fake fireplace.
“do you want to decorate?”
“no more talk of chocolates?” you ask give him a quizzical look that earns a light laughter to escape his lips, “no more talk of chocolates.”
“you set up the tree, I’ll get the ornaments.”
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houseofchalamet · 1 year
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Biggest Fan
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Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises. Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words. Word count: 2k
There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…
Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that. 
And then the thirst started.
It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.
Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.
God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.
That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.
But he’d never see it.
Right?
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The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.
“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.
Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.
“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.
“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”
“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.” 
Damn. You hated when she was right.
You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious. 
You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again. 
Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.
His eyes met yours. 
And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.
Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.
“Wha-”
“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.
“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.
“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”
“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”
“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”
You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.
He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.
“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.
“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.
“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.
She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”
“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon. 
Ah, why not?
Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)
You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?
You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.
“I know where I recognized you from!”
Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.
“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.
Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.
“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”
“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”
“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”
“Ugh, God,” you groaned. 
He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”
Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”
His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”
His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips. 
“Absolutely.”
Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both. 
Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.
You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.
You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.
“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.
“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.
“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”
Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.
You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.
“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”
“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste. 
You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. 
He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.
But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”
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garfinkelstingle · 1 year
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heyy, I absolutely loved you timothée's fake ig posts. if you don't mind, could you do a part 3 for that one with blanca as face claim? that's ok if not. ty <3
social media au | timothee chalamet
click here for part one
click here for part two
pairing: timothee chalamet x celebrity!reader
warnings: swearing?? should be about it
a/n: HELLO!!!! it's been a hot minute! life has been lifing pretty hard right now (not even necessary in a bad way just in a "a lot" way) and so i've barely had time to breathe let alone post stuff on tumblr! but alas, winter break is here and i thought why not!!!! hope everyone's doing well & that you're happy with part 3 nonnie, even if it took me a literal eternity!! enjoy :) oh and also merriest of chritsmases to everyone celebrating!!!!
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram fries before guys ;)
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sydney_sweeney too cute
yourfan97 oh to be a fry on y/n's place...
yourfan62 timothee chalamet is stronger than me because if y/n were to look at ME this way, i would be a puddle on the floor and in no way or shape capable of taking a picture of any kind of her 😭
tchamalet but not all guys right????
yourinstagram obviously
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timmyfan81 timmy really won the jackpot with y/n huh??????
tchalamet
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tchalamet stay spooky
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zendaya scary boi
yourinstagram the scariest
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florencepugh you should do a edward scissorhands reboot lol
tchalamet this is my petition for just that
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timmyfan72 he literally looks so good how?????
timmyfan99 pov you've never seen edward scissorhands and now don't want to unless timmy plays edward
yourinstagram the edward to my kim ♥️
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yourfan62 no but i'm like 113% convinced this was a couple's costume you cannot change my mind ever
tchalamet
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tchalamet feliz cumpleaños mi amor ❤️
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yourfan62 will i ever be okay with this??? the answer is NO NEVER EVER EVER
timmyfan89 timmy really is beyond in love with her it's too cute i literally can't 😭😭😭😭
tomholland2013 hey y/n happy birthday mate!
yourinstagram thanks tom!!!
timmyfan91 happiest of birthdays to the one that makes timmy the happiest (thus making us fans even happier) 🤍
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yourinstagram ti amo ❤️
tchalamet ❤️❤️
yourfan62
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yourfan62 NO BECAUSE WHO GAVE THEM THE FUCKING RIGHT TO BE THIS FUCKING PERFECT IM LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AAAHHHHH
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timmyfan73 they are my literal parents i do not care what anyone has to say i am their child and that's that
yourfan93 WHERE DO YOU HAVE THIS FROM?????
yourfan62 they were seen together in LA not too far from timmy's house yesterday 😭😭
timmyfan66 honestly i'd bet my left foot that they're living together i mean she's seen there CONSTANTLY now even when he seems to be out of town
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yourinstagram forever vacay w u <3
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jennaortega too cute!!
florencepugh crashing your vacation next time cause this just looks too good to pass up on
yourfan62 ok but they are literal soulmates i said what i said
timmyfan18 the arms around her neck no i'm nOt okay 😭😭
tchalamet forever & always
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tchalamet 365.
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haileesteinfeld can't believe it's already been a year of you and tiny foot!!!!
yourinstagram my feet aren't tiny his are just... never mind 💀
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timmyfan71 HOW HAS IT BEEN A YEAR ALREADY WHAT???
harrystyles i do feel entitled to credit considering that i took this masterpiece of a picture
yourinstagram & counting
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yourfan62 NO BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TELLING EVERYONE FOR CLOSE TO A YEAR TOO I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN CALLING THIS FROM THE BEGINNING IM A FUCKING GENIUS
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yourinstagram time really does fly by fast when you're happy, huh? can't believe it's already been a year of absolute and utter bliss with my favorite person by my side ❤️ here's to infinity to come!!!
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yourfan62 i wanna gloat but i'm also crying because these two are absolute and utter perfection 😭😭😭
timmyfan90 thanks for making timmy happy you're literally all he talks about in interviews!!!
niallhoran happy anniversary bubs!
zendaya otp
timmyfan19 i want what they have 😭
tchalamet i love you
yourinstagram my everything 🤍
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timmyfan82 timothee posted this picture on his story yesterday of him and yourinstagram in the car together and honestly my life has not been the same since 😭
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yourfan62 they are literal couple goals i can't with them honestly
timmyfan18 the way there's nothing i wouldn't do for them
timmyfan73 no bc if they ever break up i will NEVER believe in true love ever again 😭
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yourinstagram addition to the family <3 say hi to oscar!!!!
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haileesteinfeld omg oscar's the cutest thing ever!!!! can't wait to hang out with him soon 🥺
florencepugh the cutest wee little puppy i have ever seen
yourfan62 THEY GOT A PUPPY TOGETHER I REPEAT THEY GOT A PUPPY TOGETHER!!!!!!!!
timmyfan77 never have a i ever wanted to be a dog more than i do right about now
tchalamet oscar's officially my second favorite living thing in the world
yourinstagram the first one being?
tchalamet you. only you.
yourinstagram's story
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luvellx · 4 months
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fic recs , timothée chalamet !
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by @lola-la-cava
⤷ if you'll have me
⤷ met'23
⤷ sky full of stars
crayons by @timottea
by @lixzey
⤷ the story of us (series)
⤷ mine, forever mine.
⤷ forever yours.
the photo booth by @hamlets-ak
by @bonesandchalamet
⤷ quite in new york
⤷ lessons in french
⤷ o' christmas
⤷ slumber party
⤷ i miss you i'm sorry
"sleeping mates" by @oneshots-heaven
by @growup-thatbeautiful
⤷ gravitation
⤷ our daughter
for my hand by @catharsisfalls
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ella's note !
hello im back! with yet more fanfics for u guys! in honor of the release of wonka i'm going to be sharing a bunch of my favourite timmy fics i have read! so hope u guys enjoy them! thx for reading, muah<33
p.s the movie was soooo good ^^
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meetmyothersouls · 1 year
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ok ok so lee seeing the reader around town one day & starts following her. He ends up saving her from another eater? Thank you, I need more lee content!
Been thinking about this all day and I've finally got enough to write it! I hope you enjoy!
First Time for Everything
A Bones & All inspired fanfic
Warnings: stealing money, being attacked, cannibalism (relax it's a bones and all inspired fic), blood, gore, not proofread
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July 1989
You’d never stolen anything before. Not even when your friends would go into a Walmart and shoved nail polish and thongs into their purses. They always called you a goody-two-shoes or a scaredy-cat. You wonder what they’d think now as you carry a K-mart bag full of cash from the register you were working at not even 30 minutes ago.
Of course, being newly homeless generated a whole new incentive to steal the money. And even though it was so out of the norm for you, it was so easy. You waited until your line was clear, pulled open a bag, popped the till and calmly grabbed every stack of bills in the register, pocketing what wouldn’t fit. Then, you flipped off your register light and walked out. It wasn’t until you made it to the parking lot that you began to run. And now, the adrenaline high you are coming down from is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. They’ll never suspect you. Not with you being the golden employee that you are. Were. You can’t go back there now.
It’s getting dark, that along with the pointy tips of crumpled up money poking your thigh from the inside of your pockets snaps you out of your thoughts. This morning, you were worried about where you’d stay. It wasn’t the first time you got kicked out of a hotel room, and it probably won’t be the last, but at least now you can afford a new room for the night. If you can find one.
It's hot, one of the hottest nights so far this July. You pull off the thick K-mart polo and throw it into woods, leaving you in your black cami and a pair of khakis. A chorus of cicadas singing from the trees in that line the street almost drowns out the sound of a flirty whistle from behind you. You walk a little faster, not daring to turn your head.
"Hey, little lady," a man's gravelly voice calls out. "Why don't you keep the show going and take the rest off." The man laughs, but it's cut short by a painful sounding cough.
You pick up speed, your Converse slapping the pavement as you quickly turn into an alley, hoping to lose him by your abrupt change in direction, but a thick hand grabs your wrist.
"Let me go!" You yell, attempting to yank your wrist from his sweaty grip.
The man seems to enjoy the struggle, he tightens his fingers around your wrist as he pushes you into a warm brick wall. A tall streetlamp shines an eerie orange light into the alley, barely illuminating the man's features. He's got dark hair, stringy with sweat and grease. One of his eyes is missing and the other is open wide. He looks hungry. Ravenous. And the laugh that rumbles in his throat is truly sinister.
"Keep goin', darlin'. I love a good fight."
Then his tongue is on your neck, tasting your skin. You sob and gag as you inhale the scent of his breath. Sour with alcohol and something metallic.
"Come on, honey. Don't fight me, I just wanna taste-"
"Hey!" A new man's voice yells. "Hey, get off her!"
The man's grip on your wrist loosens enough for you to pull away from him. You take your chance and make a run for it. You dropped your bag of money when Man Number One shoved you against the wall, but you can't risk turning back around. You just have to make it ou-
You're stopped short by a hand in your hair, pulling your head back, bending you almost in half. You scream as Man Number One drags you. He's pulling you by your hair, your heels dig into the ground in front of you, desperately attempting to gain some traction. Your only view is upside down and distorted through the tears building up in your eyes. But, in the dim orange light you see the other man. He's peeling himself off of the ground and his nose is dripping blood onto a forest green crop top. His jeans are shredded, exposing a large amount of his legs, you're not sure if it's because he just fell or if the jeans are just naturally like that or why you're even wondering about the nature of his jeans. He's got a brick in his hand that he's attempting to hide, but even upside down you can see it. You see him look down at you and for some reason he winks. Then you realize, Man Number One can't see him.
Crop Top walks creeps up onto Man Number Two, like a lion stalking his prey. Then, without warning, he slams the brick into the side of his skull with a wet crunch. Instantly, you're dropped to the ground and as much as the landing hurt, the relief feels twice as good. Your scalp throbs and you're sure you're missing a chunk of hair. A set of light footsteps run toward you, and immediate dread sets in again, but it's Crop Top. He grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder. You're not sure if you should be scared or relieved as he places you behind a dark green dumpster.
Crop Top kneels down, looking over his shoulder once to make sure Man Number One is still down.
"Is he-"
"Not yet. Stay here. Don't move until I come get you," Crop Top says. He drops a plastic bag next to you. The money. You're immediately shocked he didn't take it for himself. That's what most people would do. His knees pop a little as he stands back up. He starts to walk off but stops. "And don't watch."
Don't watch? Isn't that like an automatic invitation to watch? You think to yourself. You lean your head back on the brick and close your eyes. You could run right now. You could take your money and get a room for the night and leave this odd encounter right here in this alley, but you don't. Instead, you poke your head out, peeking from the side of the dumpster.
Immediately you wish you hadn't. Crop Top somehow dragged Man Number One and sat him up against the brick wall, maybe 15 feet from where you're sitting. How he did it, you're not sure. Crop Top probably weights 120 pounds soaking wet, but he's managed to maneuver him just right so that he can...
You pop your head back behind the dumpster, unsure of what you just saw. There's no way...
You poke your head out, peeking again. There's a squelching sound, followed by a spatter of blood coming from Man Number One's neck as Crop Top bites into it.
Okay, yeah. He's definitely eating him. This should definitely be a sign to run, right? But you aren't moving. Everything in you is screaming to run. Run the fuck away because this dude is going to eat you next. But you don't. You sit there alternating from watching and hiding. It's like one of those car accidents you can't help but watch, hoping you'll see a dead body, or some fucked up shit like that. You shouldn't want to look, but you do.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you hear footsteps approaching. You sit up straighter against the brick. His stops in front of you. His white high tops covered in blood and gore. Why would he pick white shoes to wear if he's going around munching on dudes.
"You looked, didn't you?" Crop Top asks.
"I uh..." you risk a look at his face. It's covered in blood. His upper lip, his mouth and his chin are coated in it. You swallow hard. "What are you?"
Crop Top crouches down again, eye level with you. "A person like you," he smiles. "Name's Lee." He holds out a bloody hand. You look down at it then back at him. "Oh," Lee says, wiping his hand off on his shirt, then offers it again. Still just as bloody as before.
"Are you gonna eat me too?" The question falls out of your mouth, you can't stop it. Word vomit.
Lee scrunches up his face, pursing his lips as he tilts his head to the side, contemplating your question. "Mmmm, probably not. Unless you've done something really shitty..." Lee eyes your bag of money with an arched eyebrow and you shift a little.
"My name's Y/N."
"You work at K-mart, Y/N?"
"No," you answer too quickly.
"I've seen you there. A lot."
"I don't work there anymore," you say. "You've been watching me?"
"Every day for like two weeks or some shit," Lee says, like it's no big deal. Though up against eating a whole human, it's probably not. "That your first-time stealing from money from your job?"
You open your mouth, the urge to defend yourself creeping up your throat, but you cut it short. You just watched this man eat someone.
"It's my first time," you admit.
"No shit? Well, Y/N, there's a first time for everything." At this point you notice the grey grocery bag he's carrying. It's full and tied up, dripping slightly with thick red liquid. "Bones and shit," Lee says, and tosses the bag into the dumpster. It lands with a heavy, wet thud. "You got anywhere to be tonight, y/n?"
"Not really, no."
"Not really?"
"I'm homeless," you admit.
"Perfect, let's go."
This time Lee grabs your hand and pulls you up. You grab your bag of money and walk with him looking behind you every so often to make sure no one is following.
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"For a ride," Lee says smiling as he jangles a pair of car keys in front of your face. "Nabbed these off of fuck face back there before he tried to eat you."
"He tried to-"
"Oh, he was going to eat you real good. You're lucky I've been following you."
"How-"
"Shh save your questions, I'll answer all of them when we find his car."
"We're gonna steal his car too?" You ask. The amount of crime you've been involved in today is beginning to overwhelm you.
"You've never stolen a car?"
You shake your head.
Lee smiles. "I think we're gonna have a lot of first times, Y/N."
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peleksstuff · 7 days
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interviewing timothée l timothée chalamet x reader
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the desert in a magical light, you sat face to face with two big Hollywood stars, Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya, right on the set of the highly anticipated movie, Dune. The conversation aimed to uncover their insights into the production process of this monumental adaptation and delve into the intricacies of their respective roles.
"It's great to have both of you here, Timothée and Zendaya. Dune is known worldwide, with a passionate fan following. How did you guys tackle the challenge of portraying your characters in this adaptation?"
Timothee's eyes locked onto yours as he began to answer, a spark of interest evident in his gaze. "Well, for me, it was about really delving into the psyche of Paul Atreides," he said, his voice carrying a hint of intensity. "His journey is one of self-discovery, of navigating a world filled with complexities and challenges. It was a privilege to step into his shoes."
Zendaya concurred with a nod before expressing, "Playing Chani was truly amazing for me. She's a character of immense strength and resilience, and I aimed to embody her essence in every scene. Working with such a skilled cast and crew was an absolute pleasure."
Throughout the interview, Timothee's gaze kept drifting back to you, his eyes lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a flutter of excitement through your chest. Zendaya seemed to notice the subtle exchange and flashed you a knowing smile before continuing to discuss the film.
As the interview neared its end, you found yourself filled with excitement, grateful for the opportunity to have conversed with two burgeoning Hollywood talents. "Thank you both for your time today," you expressed warmly, a sincere smile gracing your face. "I'm confident that Dune will indeed become a cinematic masterpiece."
As the cameras stopped rolling, Timothee approached you with a sheepish grin. "Hey, um, I was wondering if maybe... you'd want to grab a coffee sometime?" he asked, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.
Zendaya, who had been observing the interaction with amusement, couldn't contain her laughter. "Well, well, well, Timmy," she teased, "how professional of you."
Timothee rolled his eyes playfully before turning back to you, his expression hopeful. "So, what do you say?"
You couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events. "I'd love to," you replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him outside of the interview setting.
As you exchanged numbers with Timothee, Zendaya grinned mischievously, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you just did that," she said, her laughter filling the air. "But hey, who am I to stand in the way of true love?"
As you watched Timothee walk away, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unexpected opportunity in the air, as if the desert sands themselves were whispering tales of new beginnings.
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Could u do an angst t x reader in which like yn n him broke up months ago but like they kinda run into eachother n talk if that makes sense
HI oh my god this was buried embarrassingly deep in my reqs but if you're still around i hope you like it my love 💗
cw: swearing, angst, one guy being a creep on the street but other than that we good fam
“could i have that to go?”
your head snaps up from returning your wallet to your bag, ears piqued as you wait for more conversation, for the french undercurrent, for the way he – and only he – will thank the barista a thousand times before exiting.
“thank you, thanks so much, man,” timothée says, and it’s too late to bow out gracefully.
scanning the coffee shop quickly, it’s a damning conclusion: either you make a break for it out the front door and pray he doesn’t notice, or you hide behind that particularly leafy fern in the corner. either option is mortifying, but wouldn’t it be just as mortifying for you to make small talk with your ex that steers clear of oh timothée you broke my heart by the way there’s still a ton of your shit at my place which definitely doesn’t still hurt to look at.
timothée takes his coffee and croissant and turns for the door and there it is, that unmistakable walk, and you’re eyeing up the fern when all of a sudden he’s standing right in front of you.
his green eyes are clouded with emotion as he looks at you, eyes flitting across your face. as if he could ever forget your features.
you duck your head quickly, but the damage is done. the feelings come rushing back, and you’ve no choice but to steady yourself against the counter of wooden stirrers and sugar dispensers.
you hand him the sugar instinctually. he’s in you. every detail lives on, even one month later, right down to how he takes his coffee.
he takes a breath, nodding his thanks as he quietly takes it from you, fingers brushing against yours and it hurts, it hurts so much, this thing that you used to do together.
“thank you,” he mutters, stirring the sugar into his cup. “and i’m sorry. i’ll find a different coffee shop.”
“that’s not gonna help,” you laugh bitterly, handing him the creamer. you’d give anything to forget.
timothée nods knowingly, laughing brokenly, and swirls the creamer into his coffee with another thank you. too polite, too stilted, too painful.
“it doesn’t help that you’re everywhere,” you force yourself to say it, heart aching at the pain in his eyes. but if the universe isn’t sending you some sign for closure, then why are you both standing in this coffee shop at 2pm on a random tuesday?
he stirs his drink once clockwise, then twice anti-clockwise, and you wait for him to tap the stirrer against the rim like he always does, but he doesn’t and it’s new and why is it suddenly blurry in here?
you blink rapidly.
it’s been a month. he’s making new habits now. he’s made new habits now. probably with somebody new. definitely not with you.
you move abruptly, snatching up your coffee and pushing the exit door when it’s screaming at you to pull, but timothée’s faster and he yanks it open for you.
“i thought i could do this but i can’t,” your words smush into his shoulder as you brush past him. you’re already halfway down the street when he catches up, his long strides doubling yours.
you stop suddenly with sudden intent to rip the bandaid off and he skids to a halt, nearly colliding with a stop sign.
sheltered under a scaffolding, you wrap your arms protectively over your chest in an attempt to hold together your broken heart.
“timothée, i can’t do this,” you repeat tearfully, looking up at him. he swims in front of you and you blink back tears only for them to splash onto the concrete. traitors. you knew you should have hid behind the plant.
at your tears, the weight on his chest doubles, a desperation so impossibly heavy he’s certain he won’t breathe right ever again.
“i’m sorry,” he croaks around the lump in his throat, and you can tell he means it. really means it. he’s aching with it, earnest eyes baring his entire soul as they blink back their own tears. “i know this is selfish and just a really shitty thing to do but i can’t see you again and not tell you – i have to tell you—”
“you mind not taking up half the sidewalk?” a stranger shouts, shoving his way past timothée but not before scanning your body sickeningly.
you shudder, tightening your arms around yourself, but when timothée goes to call him out, you grasp his arm. electricity pulses through you as if you touched a livewire, lighting every cell of your body. you flinch as if shocked, clasping the hot coffee cup in your hands as if it could somehow ground you.
“i have to tell you how unbelievably fucking stupid i am,” timothée tries again. you watch the way his hands shake around his own coffee cup, how the bag containing his croissant rustles against his nervous fingers. it takes everything in you not to reach out, to stop the shaking.
but that would mean one month of hard work down the drain.
“look, i really can’t do this,” you sniffle, looking just over his shoulder. you can’t meet his eyes. he’s standing right here, looking at you so tenderly. “we broke up. you broke up with me.”
timothée shifts his weight from foot to foot. his hands long to reach out, so he slides them into his pockets, anxious fingers twisting those rings around and around.
“i just wanna talk,” he says over the city noise.
shaking your head, you push yourself forwards.
he follows. of course he follows. he was the one who taught you this neighbourhood.
“i…” timothée falters, worrying his lip between his teeth. “i really miss you.”
you meet his eyes and it’s a mistake.
“you’re making it worse,” you wince, wiping under your eyes. you turn away and he lets you, and that really hurts.
“i’m sorry, i’m a dick, i know this is impossible,” timothée speaks so gently it almost shatters you.
you look back.
“i can’t go anywhere,” you choke, desperate for him, desperate for reprieve. “i can’t walk down the street, i can’t watch tv, i can’t go get a damn coffee without you being there.”
he deflates as your words sink in.
“and even if you’re not actually there, you’re still there,” you rant, gesturing to the buildings around you, the backdrops to the first time he showed you the best place to get bagels, and the best shutter to make out against, and the best street to dance in the rain on.
“you say shit like you miss me and i can’t move on,” you sniff, scrubbing furiously at your cheeks as more tears fall.
“i can’t move on,” he stresses, laying his heart bare right there on the dirty, messy street. “you think i wanted to end this?”
eyebrows furrowed, you stare at him in confusion. “you’re the one that did!”
“because i was hurting you, not because i stopped loving you!”
“what, timmy—” you balk, incredulous. “you never hurt me!”
he steps closer. “all those times i had to leave you, months at a time, with shitty phone signal, when all i could give you was a fucking hoodie to sleep with.”
you step closer. “that’s why you ended it? man, didn’t you see it? i was so close to loving you. the only time you’ve ever hurt me was when you ended it, you asshole.”
timothée can’t help it. he grins. smug bastard.
closer, toe to toe, you’re convinced he can hear your heart thumping inside your chest. desperate to fight the smile playing on your lips, you shake your head, stubborn to the very end.
“wait, wait,” his voice drops, serious again. “yn, i need to tell you how sorry i am, truly, i never intended to end it, i just thought that would be the least painful thing moving forward—”
“screw you, timmy,” you laugh happily, still shaking your head even when he closes the gap, and, oh, his hands still cup your face. guess some habits die hard.
“say it will be different this time,” you whisper against his lips. “say you’ll give me every damn hoodie you own.”
“and the best phone signal in the world, i’m talking all the fucking bars,” he adds, thumbs stroking over your jaw.
you’re still laughing against his lips when they find yours.
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chainmailchalamet · 1 year
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DRAG ME UNDER, BURY ME DEEP
tags: black gender-neutral reader + timothee chalamet, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, discussions of impact play, spitting, knife play, safe + sane + consensual, predator/prey dynamics, set in a professional BDSM space
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He doesn’t look like much, and you feel kind of bad for thinking it but — he just surprises you, is all. Maybe it's just your bias, that you assume there must be a look to the kind of person who wants to do to you what you want done. Someone a little rough, big and scruff and a little nasty — face-tats and a thick neck and big hands. A daddy type, a bear, a deviant at first glance.
This guy is…not that. Taller than you, sure, and so good-looking it makes you blush a little, but he’s just so…soft. Pretty. Bashful little tilt to his pretty head, pretty hair falling into his face in soft little curls. Shyish smile, cupids-bowed pulled back to tease a little dimple in the corner. Nice hands, well-groomed and long and lean — powder blue polish on the nails, no scars or tattoos to rough it all up. He’s got a black sweater on, fit so nice to his frame — nice broadish shoulders, elegant neck, just the slightest hint of a bulge in his bicep. He looks strong the way a swimmer would be, or a dancer.
He doesn’t look like the type to pluck you up by the neck, crowd those nice well-groomed fingers into their mouth and tell you to speak up if you want something, to laugh at you while you try to speak around the intrusion, to smear your own spit back into your skin and sneer “what a fucking mess, huh? why don’t you say sorry, like you mean it…”
“You, uh…” you pause, choose your next words carefully. “You’re different than I thought you would be…”
If he’s at all offended by this statement, he doesn’t show it, just breathes this quiet amused sound to himself — his cheeks even pink up a little, as he swipes his hair back from his face.
“Mm, yeah, I guess that makes sense, I’m not exactly…” he looks up and away like he’s searching for the right word, mouth curling into this wry little smile that is so boy-scout-prince-charming-boyfriend-coded that you kind of want to shake him a little, or kiss him a little. “I get it! If you wanna follow me back to the front desk I can —“
Fuck, that’s not — “No, no, I’m just…I just don’t want you to get into something you didn’t sign up for, you know?”
He pauses with your paperwork in his hands, eyebrows furrowed a little, but he’s still got this smile on his face, this ever-amused, almost permissive look to him. “Hm,” he hums, holding your eyes for a moment that stretches like honey, just long enough that you start to shift a little on your feet — and then he flips through the papers like he’s looking through them for the first time, makes a show of scanning through every line, muttering to himself like he’s reading them to himself, like he’s just so thorough.
And then you get it — that slow curl low in your gut as you realize that this is all an act — that this faunish, sheepish looking bambi motherfucker is fucking with you. That you’ve fallen for it, and (the fear curls warm and sharp in your gut, and then turns itself inside out until it feels like something sweeter than fear) that you’ve no idea what it even is.
“Hm, let me see…” he flicks his eyes up, and it’s like he’s checking for something, and once he’s found it in you he just shifts. Holds himself a little looser, let’s his gaze pierce you deep, let’s his smile get a little mean, swipes his tongue across his teeth like he’s coaxing his fangs out. “So you didn’t want to get slapped across the face, then?”
You shiver. When you answer, your voice has gone all coarse, like you’re not used to using it. “I don’t…” you cringe, clear your throat, try again. “I don’t understand what…”
He nods, feigning understanding. “Mm, I’m sure you don’t…you need a second, honey?”
Honey. “I…”
“You must not have asked to get choked out, tied up, spanked and — you specifically asked for someone to spit in your mouth and call you a pretty little slut, isn’t that sweet — but I mean, it’s not like you filled this out, right?” He continues, making his eyes all big. You get the sense that he’s mimicking you, and it makes you wanna look at the ground because you don’t trust your eyes not to water a little. He’s so fucking mean (he’s so fucking perfect). “Do you need me to explain how this place works?”
You mumble something and he tuts, shakes his head. “Wanna try that again for me?”
It doesn’t feel like he’s asking, not really. It makes you feel small, stupid — makes you petulant. “I know how it works, I just…”
“You just what?” he simpers. He puts the papers down on the desk in the corner of the playroom, stands to lean against the wall of floggers and paddles and — fuck — crosses his arms, fixes you with a look that could rot iron. “You thought you’d fill out all that long, boring paperwork and you’d get paired up with just anyone? Do you think you’re just so uniquely filthy that no one would be able to keep up?”
Fuck. He’s so mean. You might be tearing up a little — you can feel it curling up in your chest, humiliation warming up your nose and pricking at your eyes. “I didn’t fucking—“
“Oh, look at the fucking mouth on you!” he giggles a little, but not like he thinks you’re funny — more like he thinks you’re so so dumb, just supremely stupid. “That’s cute, that’s just fucking precious…”
“I’m so sorry if I’m a little surprised that someone like you…” you spit the you at him, send it at him like a weapon, stand your ground and show him your teeth — reckless with frustration. “…would have the fucking guts to do any of that shit! It’s not my fault that you’re built like a fucking Disney princess.”
Perhaps a step too far, if the way he studies you is any indication. He’s gone all straight faced, and the contrast between his cherubic face and his dead-eyed gaze puts you on edge. Within his arm’s reach, there is an array of tools that could break you down to nothing with just one strike. He looks so out of place in a room like this, with a Saint John’s cross and a bed laid in all black with all the fittings — so many different spots to be strapped down. You don’t have to look up to know that if he wanted to, he could string you up from the ceiling like a chandelier. You’d even marked your interest down for that in your paperwork, so he already knows.
The appeal of this dungeon is the placement program — their success rate in people up with the perfect partner, with vetted professionals that specialize in knowing exactly what you want and how to give it to you. You should have known from the second he walked in that he was the perfect sadist for your masochistic tendencies — that he would slap you in the face and spit in your mouth, that he would strap you down and simper degrading little things in your ears, that he was going to torture you until you tapped out (and he probably also knew that aside from a couple hard-limits, it would take a lot to get you to tap, that you wanted to be pushed and prodded and batted around until you cried or passed out).
“Disney princess, huh?” He’s dropped the act completely now, and the mean curl to his mouth is so dissonant with the look of him — it just throws you off. In a way, it’s so much more exciting and terrifying the way he steps into this new skin, the way he wears his dominance. You imagine him with his hands around your throat, distaste marring his pretty face, and it’s so hot you get a little light-headed.
You think that maybe you should apologize, and then he widens his eyes (all big and innocent, he’s so sick) says “I’m gonna give you ten seconds to say sorry, ok?”
You clear your throat. “…or what?”
“I don’t know…” he grimaces, like it just pains him to do this to you (oh, he’s nasty). “I’d rather you didn’t make me punish you — there’s some really fucked up shit on your sheet, you know?”
You feel like the ten seconds has already started — he’s setting you up. He’s running his eyes over all the toys displayed against the wall, but you know he’s already got something in mind.
“I’m sorry?” You say, like you’re not sure.
“Mm..” he hums. “Little too late for that.”
He pushes off the wall, digs in the pocket of his worn-in looking Levi’s. Pulls out a little pocket-knife. “Don’t move, OK? I’d rather not make you bleed if I don’t have to.”
You freeze — there’s only one door out of the room, nowhere’s to run, nowhere to hide. It’s like he reads your mind, the way he steps towards you like he’s trying not to startle you, like he’s hunting. “I’m sorry…”
“Shhh, it’s ok, sweetheart — just gonna hurt you a little…” he says, slow and sweet like he’s got honey under his tongue. “Just gonna make you cry your pretty little eyes out…”
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harryslilfairy · 2 years
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timmy posts about y/n
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timotheechalamet couldn’t not post this moment captured by z (yes zendaya there you have your photo credits). today is our fourth year anniversary, and i thought it was only fair to post this photo, in which even though she had just woken up and went to pick me up, i look like an old sack of potatoes next to her. well, let’s get straight to the point. what i have to tell her, i tell her, but there is something i want to tell you. y/n is the most special person i have ever met in my life. no one, not even close, is filled with as much love, compassion for others and dedication as she is. y/n is capable of lighting up any room, even when she herself is feeling unlit. i hope, from the bottom of my heart, that you will find someone special like y/n throughout your lives. i don’t even mean this as a relationship, but even as a friendship. having a y/n in your life makes a huge difference in a person’s world. be it as a partner, friend, confidant, family… and i was lucky enough to have her as all of this. happy 4 years to us! ❤️‍🩹
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love-strawberry · 2 years
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summary : in the which the internet tries to decipher their relationship and they finally reveal it.
pairing : timothee chalamet x reader
warnings : language
author's note : i love this so so so so so so so so much!! enjoy!!
tagged : @mrs-brekker15
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y/n_ felt like a princess wearing this dress <3
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celebnewz rumours about dating have been flying around actors timothee chalamet and y/n y/l/n seen they were photographed together last year. the two were seen out frequently, going on what their fans suspect, dates. chalamet and y/l/n were also seen leaving the oscars together. the pair were seen out together last night but when asked about their relationship, they chose not to comment. for more details, click on the link in our bio.
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y/n_ i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings
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tchalamet all's well that ends well to end up with you
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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year
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Helloo! your writing is so awesome! idea for a fic: reader holds Timothée's hand for the first time and accidentally tells him she wants to know how his fingers would feel around her neck djkdfldfksdkljf
Love dis
You'd been steady for a few weeks, you and him both comfortable with traipsing around town together, Tim draping an arm over your shoulders whenever he heard you take a breath when you saw paparazzi around. But today had been different. When he went for your neck, you grabbed his fingers, lacing yours between the nimble digits, glancing up into his smirking face. You roll your eyes as he brings his smoothie up to his lips and sips from it, 
"So we're there now huh?" You shrug, 
"I like the way your hands look."
"Oh so I've heard, but you can always worship my hands in private." He murmurs. You smile up at him, despite the thoughts that plague you about the fantasy you'd had the other night. The one of you riding his thigh while he pressed down on your tongue with those long, thin fingers, cocky smirk, just like this one, on his face. His sigh brings you out of that memory,
"I dunno… I like the idea of you being more comfortable with being seen out with me and all that. It's nice being able to hold your hand." He tells you. You smile, swallowing the bundle of nerves in your throat before you speak up, 
"Well… I'd love to see these beautiful hands wrapped around my throat." You purr. He chokes on his smoothie, allowing you to drag him after you, giggling maniacally and blushing softly, 
"Can you… repeat that, I think I misheard." He teases. You giggle again, 
"Nooooo. You heard me." You murmur. He drags you in, binding an arm around your waist, walking you backwards, 
"Baby… I know there are always paps lurking and I would hate for them to catch us very compromised. So… I think you should repeat what you've said for me to hear." Staring up at him with those big doe eyes, you swallow again, 
"I-I wanna… see how beautiful your hands would look around my throat." You repeat. His eyes narrow after a moment before he nods, twirling you, continuing to walk you down the sidewalk. He sips from his drink again, silence permeating between you,
"Tim-" 
"Don't worry, you'll get to see that little vision of yours soon enough I think." He poses. You swallow, staring up at the sinister smile on his face. 
And the photos published later, show that same smirk with the cutest caption that couldn't be farther from the truth.  
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bonesandchalamet · 7 months
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I miss you I’m sorry - t.chalamet
pairing: Timothee chalamet x reader
warning: just some fluff and missing Timmy + v short work sorry!!!
requested: y- “hii, i was hoping you could do "anytime without you is far too long" with timothée?? i got it from a prompt list but i can remember which”
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it’s only been a week, and if you ask him it feels like far too long.
it’s cliche of him to say he’s beginning to forget what your laugh sounds like or how your hands feel against his, but it’s all true. a week away is destroying him.
and it would be safe to say it’s not doing wonders for you, as you’ve resorted to his clothes and sleeping on his side of the bed just to get any little bit of him that you could. while humiliation should be reminding you how embarrassing this is, you don’t feel it at all. you feel the comfort of Timothee that’s left in the sheets and his clothes.
the smell of him begins to linger now. unlike it’s previous full force of smell, only a whiff of him could be inhaled now that you’ve spent the past seven days in his things. irritation was growing as the number of days away seemed to increase, and timothees inability to answer his calls was adding up. you just missed him. was that selfish?
the infinite amount of text and voice messages fill up his Notification Center leaving a smile on his face, as he collapses into the chair to read through them all.
his smile widens reading your messages, they were texts you knew you shouldn’t bother sending, but you know he reads them. even if he hardly has the chance to reply, you know at some point he sits down and sees them all.
you: it’s only been seven days and I miss you. is that silly? anyway, I know you’re busy xx
Timothee: never silly. anytime without you is far too long. be home soon.
and soon enough he was. with a tired smile and a hug that could last a lifetime, he came home and life was finally good again.
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houseofchalamet · 1 year
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Very Busy
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Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x f!Reader. Summary: Desperate reader rides Timmy’s thigh while he’s working. Warnings: Smut, Dom!Timmy, thigh riding, language, teasing, begging. Word count: 635 A/N: Idk this one is mild as far as smut goes but pop off ig.
“Hi, Timmy,” you said, trying to keep your voice as innocent as possible.
“Hello, love,” he hummed. He didn’t look up from his desk, but he sounded pleasantly surprised. Usually, you never bothered him while he was working.
But today, you just couldn't help it.
Today, you needed him.
You crossed the room until you were right next to him, leaning against his desk. “Do you want to hang out with me?”
Finally, he looked up at you. Glanced down at the skirt he knew you had allowed to ride up on purpose. His unamused eyes met yours again before flicking back to the script he’d been analyzing for the past few hours. He could read you like a book; he knew what you wanted.
“Come here,” was all he said. You smirked, knowing exactly how he wanted you. You straddled his right leg, facing him. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder. You began rocking your hips against him.
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but you were already frustrated. You weren’t even close yet, and he wasn’t paying any attention to you at all. You stopped moving and huffed out a breath. 
“Need you,” you murmured into his neck.
“Keep going.” That was all the attention you were afforded. His eyes remained focused on scanning the papers in front of him, highlighting all of his lines and occasionally writing notes in the margins.
“But Timmy…” you whined, pulling back. You sat upright as your hand drifted down to his cock. You were not surprised to find it rock solid beneath his pants. “Can’t you just take a teeny tiny break? Please?”
You knew begging was fruitless; Timothée was nothing if not devoted to his job. Still, you figured you’d try to sway him. 
He smirked the tiniest bit; the only indication of your failure to persuade him. Your jaw clenched.
“I’m very busy, mon amour,” he replied. His tone was even, giving no indication that you were affecting him whatsoever. Perhaps that was the part that infuriated you the most. “I need to finish this. But if you’d rather wait until later-”
“No! No…” You pouted. “I can’t wait until later.”
His smirk deepend wickedly. “Then. Keep. Going.”
You huffed again as you returned your arms to their place around his neck and rested your head back down on his shoulder. Your skirt had ridden all the way up to your waist, the moisture that had already gathered between your legs now being contained by only a thin strip of underwear. You hoped you wouldn’t make a mess on his pants. Last time you did that, he wouldn’t let you cum for a week.
You began moving your hips again, the friction relieving some of your tension, but not enough.
“I don’t hear you, dear.”
You released the whimper you hadn’t realized was stuck in the back of your throat. 
“Much better.”
You moaned into his neck again, a little louder this time. He loved hearing you express your pleasure.
You moved faster, really trying to focus this time. Your breathing quickened, your moans becoming more frequent. Timmy lazily dragged a hand up your spine and you gasped. Even the most basic of touches from him could make your toes curl.
Your heart (and hips) raced as you felt your orgasm building. “Pleasepleaseplease-”
“Go ahead, love,” he said gently; affectionately. It was enough to push you over the edge.
You dug your nails into his back and moaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Your entire body trembled. You could still feel him rubbing your back lovingly, his touch sending tingles up and down your spine. 
“Good girl,” he murmured as the aftershocks subsided.
You whimpered again, placing a light kiss on his neck.
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garfinkelstingle · 2 years
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heyy, can you do a fake insta for timothée? pronouns: she/her and face claim: blanca soler (or grace abrams). thanks <33
social media au | timothee chalamet
click here for part two
click here for part three
pairing: timothee chalamet x celebrity!reader
warnings: swearing! apart from that absolutely none lol
a/n: hi there!! thank you so much for sending this request in, and sorry for having taken so long! i was writing my finals this week so i was studying 24/7 but literally got to it the second i was free to! hope you like how it turned out :) (btw how freaking gorgeous is blanca soler actually??? i'm literally crying because hOw) ALSO part 2 of this is already in the works and most likely coming out sometime within the next week!!!
masterlist
tchalametdaily
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tchalametdaily timothee was spotted yesterday embracing a mystery girl and handing her flowers. does anyone know who she is?
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timmyfan49 i didn't know timothee was seeing anyone??? my heart is in literal shambles rn wtf
timmyfan05 everyone's trying to figure out who mystery girl is, meanwhile i'm over here bawling my eyes out because of course timothee is the type of guy to get you flowers
yourfan62 this looks an awful lot like y/n... i knew they were friends but maybe they're more? 🤭
timmyfan84 dude omg imagine if it really is,,, hollywood's two hottest people in a relationship? i don't think any of us would be able to handle that
yourinstagram
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yourinstagram back in ny for a bit ♥️
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yourfan94 nobody touch me i'm still trying to recover from the sheer gorgeousness of this picture (and desperately failing lmao)
yourfan62 am i the only one who noticed that timothee liked this picture suspiciously fast?
timmyfan81 no lol it's so obvious that they're dating it's like they're not even trying to hide it hahaha
realbarbarapalvin hot stuff <3
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timmyfan63 timmy's in ny rn as well... coincidence? i think not
tchalamet
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tchalamet 🐠
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timmyfan71 he doesn't even have to try and he still manages to look beyond adorable like???
timmyfan45 am i the only one who reallyreally wants to know who took this picture??????
yourfan75 i swear on everything that i hold dear that it was y/n, someone said they spotted them at the airport together
timmyfan36 is there proof? did they take a picture?
yourfan75 no but it checks out ig, she told someone on twitter some time ago that she was planning on going on vacay and she probably only went to ny for a couple days and then they flew out
tomholland2013 the weather looks lovely mate!
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yourfan62 me, patiently waiting for y/n to post a vacation pic as well to confirm what i already know 🙂
yourinstagram
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yourinstagram this picture was taken on literally the only day when it wasn't too cold to wear a bikini :))) still had a blast though!
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yourfan62 I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!!!!
timmyfan73 this is as much confirmation as we could wish to get lol
yourfan81 what did this picture confirm???? i'm literally so lost, i took a break from instagram for a month and suddenly i don't understand anything???
yourfan94 people are speculating that y/n is dating timothee chalamet now, and since he posted a picture of him from vacation at the sea two days ago, everyone is taking this picture as confirmation that they were there together and thus are dating
yourfan81 omg thanks i had absolutely no clue!!!!
taylor_hill literally wow
yourinstagram love you t!!!!!
maudeapatow ♥️
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timmyfan72 timothee chalamet or the world's greatest photographer??
yournameupdates
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yournameupdates honestly i don't know if the y/n x timothee dating rumors are true or not but they definitely would make a fitting couple haha!
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yourfan27 am i the only one who thinks it's a little bit weird how obsessed everyone is with these rumors? i think unless either one of them confirm them we should just let them be... but maybe that's just me lol
yourfan19 literal soulmates aaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
timmyfan83 honestly as long as they're both happy i don't care wether they're really good friends or dating... they would make one of the most amazing couples ever though!!!!
yourfan62 it's not even a rumor at this point lol everyone knows they're a thing
tchalamet
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tchalamet sleepy
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timmyfan67 i bet y/n took this picture
billieeilish why is there a pillow on the floor though?
tchalamet in case i fall off the chair from being so s l e e p y
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timmyfan29 those jeans would not look this good on anyone else feel free to fight me on this
timmyfan18 you look sososo amazing in those jeans i'm literally screaming!!!!!!!
tchalamet thanks, my girlfriend thinks so too
timmyfan91 DID TIMOTHEE JUST?????
yourfan26 I THINK HE FREAKING DID OMG
yourfan62 I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE A THING!!!!!!
yourinstagram
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yourinstagram amore
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yourfan79 LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
timmyfan12 we are all agreeing on the fact that this is 113% timothee right?? RIGHT?????
yourfan62 WHAT HAVE I BEEN TELLING YOU GUYS SINCE DAY FUCKING ONE????????
yourfan14 girl aren't you the one who has been commenting on literally every picture of those two since that very first one of them embracing got posted?? 😭
yourfan62 YES!!!!!!!!!!
timmyfan38 she better treat him right otherwise i WILL throw hands
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vhschalamet · 2 years
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Could you maybe do a part 2 to the baby Instagram? Preferably with a latina reader? But if not that's okay :)
beach day
pairing: timothée chalamet x fem!reader
faceclaim: cierra ramirez
a/n: hiii! ngl i was so excited to receive this request :p i hope i did it justice!! <3 p.s. sorry it took so long!
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yourinstagram w da best boys <3 📷: timmy
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chalametfan8 the prettiest <3333
tchalamet milf
↳ chalametfan2 omg tim 😭😭😭
chalametfan7 timmy’s lucky to call u his baby momma 😩
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tchalamet 🌊🌊
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chalametfan9 he’s so proud to call them his :’)
↳ chalametfan4 ugh he’s such a softie
yourinstagram dilf
↳ chalametfan1 the hottest parents
zendaya love y’all 🤍
tchalamet added to their story.
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spoiledvenus · 2 years
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— MY HOODIE
timothee chalamet x nb!reader
genre: fluff - blurb
when you catch him wearing one of your hoodies
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you haven’t smiled this hard in your life but you couldn’t help it. there sat your 5’10 boyfriend in your hoodie reading a book on the couch. he wasn’t deaf nor blind but he loved acting unbothered whenever he had this type of affect on you. so when you finally launched yourself onto of him, he couldn’t help but match your smile.
“cute hoodie” you said to him as you snuggled your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling a mix of his scent and fresh laundry.
“you’re cute hoodie” he chuckled back; pulling you closer to him by the waist and leaning his head on top of yours.
“hey i’m the one who recites kuwtk in our relationship” smiling, he takes both his hands and makes you face him. using his right hand to rub circles around your cheek bone and now rosy cheeks, he gives you the iconic cheeky, ear to ear smiles before kissing you softly on the lips.
your mind was fuzzy, you were in a daze. so overwhelmed by everything all around you, you felt as if you were going crazy: near shaking in excitement. possibly this is how he felt when you wore his clothing, though you couldn’t understand how he didn’t go absolutely mental whenever you did: but maybe he did, maybe he was just better at hiding it
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