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why-say · 8 months

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timothee x reader imagine

Warnings: Age gap, Sisters Best friend, Out door activities

This is more story than smut which is low-key new for me! also i haven’t written in months be kind LMAO.

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You were sitting in the corner of the living room in your sisters house. It was the saturday before Halloween and you were in the middle of your sisters party. You were having a great time, you and your sister had spent months planning and making decorations so seeing everything being adored was heartwarming to you.

You had planned to wear matching costumes but yours didn’t arrive on time so you had threw together a makeshift flapper girl outfit. You liked what you were wearing but the dress was an old plain black dress that was a little to short with how you’ve grown in the years. Your solution was to wear a longer skirt over it with layers to add to the 20’s look. It made the look but because you didn’t have time to alter it, you relied on safety pins to keep the skirt layers in place.

Your sister was ten years older than you. You didn’t mind the age gap, you both were still best of friends. But this also meant that the majority of people at this party were her age and older. Though it wasn’t a problem.

Your sisters was a social butterfly, the same as you, but she had kept the same close friends for years. This meant that you had known most of the people here since you were little.

Including Timothée.

Timothée had been your sisters friend since before you were born. They had a small hiccup where they stopped being friends but that was quickly forgotten after your sister met her boyfriend, Timothée’s best friend.

It was quite late into the party but Timothée hadn’t arrived yet. You knew he would but he had a habit of arriving at and leaving places on his own time.

You were having a fun time with your own friends that you invited, one of those friends being Carter. You had met Carter a few years ago but time hadn’t changed the weird relationship you had with her.

You needed a moment alone after dancing and drinking which is why you were in a corner chair alone in the living room while everyone was outside in the garden. There was one guy sleeping on the other side of the living room but he had been asleep since he arrived.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you felt something pricking you in your thigh. You tried to readjust and ignore it but it was adding to your overstimulated feeling. You decided it would be better to just take off the skirt part and stay in the dress for the rest of the night which would be ending soon anyways. It was fall which meant that it was pitch black outside at night so no one would notice you if you went into the garden. There were no lights on in the house except faint led lights that were dim so you didn’t think it would be a big problem.

The minute you got up and removed your skirt and tossed it on the couch beside you, you heard the front door open. The way the house was, you could see the front door in full from your seat and that meant that they could see you. Timothée walked in first. You couldn’t help but stare at him and he was staring back. It was like a trance you couldn’t leave though it was broken when you saw the people behind him pouring into the house.

It quickly became clear to you that the party would not be ending soon like you had thought.

You sat down quickly and scrambled for your phone and your skirt. You found your phone on the floor beside you but when you went to reach for your skirt you saw a row of people sitting on it.

You weren’t panicking yet as no one could really notice you with the lights so low. You started to relax.

You saw something in the corner of your eye and you looked up to see Timothées smiling face beaming down at you. He was sitting on the arm rest of your chair in a costume you couldn’t really make out.

He was talking to you and you were replying through the fog in your brain. You had always had a crush on him when you were younger, but then so did everyone else. You thought you had gotten over him because it didn’t mean anything but he had this ability to make you swoon over everything he did. His smile was just so cute and the way he would squint his eyes every time was something you couldn’t help but love. He was also sexy. Incredibly, addictively sexy. And he knew it.

He was asking you questions about school, work and your future plans and you were giving him jokey answers. You couldn’t help it. It was your natural response when someone asked you something too serious. You’d ended up telling him you were going to a clown college after your gap year. He didn’t look impressed but it was all you knew.

He kept trying to get some serious responses out of you but you weren’t budging till you felt a hand grip your throat and pull you. Timothée had his hand around your throat and your face was inches from his.

He looked like he was about to say something to you or shake some seriousness into you but before you could comprehend what was happening he jumped up from his seat and started a conversation with someone else.

It was dizzying. You felt like you were getting whiplash but you didn’t want to dwell on it too much. He was always flirty, not just with you but with everyone and so you’ve learnt not to take him too seriously by now. You couldn’t afford to.

Though it was the first time he had touched you in more than a friendly manner.

You and your sister were close but you knew she would never support any relationship formed between you and Timothée.

You knew you were going to spiral and think about this all night but before you could, your friend carter came to find you to say she was leaving.

“It’s getting late i need to leave soon but your welcome to walk me out, lover.” She swooned half jokingly. You were too preoccupied with thoughts of Timothée but you managed to flirt back offhandedly and soon it was a back and forth. This was usual for you both but it wasn’t until after you were walking her out of the door that you felt your skin prickle. It felt like someone was watching you.

You knew someone was looking at you and you looked around trying to see who it was and you weren’t surprised to find it was Timothée.

You were so used to seeing him with a large smile on his face so it was odd for you to see him looking at you darkly. His eyes left yours and began travelling down your body and it was then you remembered how short your dress was. It ended at the top of your thighs and the bottom of your ass. You felt Timothées eyes roaming everywhere they shouldn’t but you couldn’t even try to feel embarrassed.

You cocked your head at him and he looked away, resuming his conversation with his friend he had been ignoring.

You were getting a little frustrated of this. You hated having uncertainty within relationships. You walked outside for some fresh air. That’s where most of the party was but they were inside a small lit tent and you were in another section of the garden. It was almost pitch black out there but you didn’t mind, you were just thinking anyways.

You heard heard him before you felt him. Timothée. Again.

“Your dress is very short.” he said, his voice gravelly.

He was standing in front of you, your back on the brick wall behind you. With the darkness you were forced to use your other sense. You could smell the perfume he was wearing, a woodsy scent that you had always made synonymous with him in your mind.

“Is that a problem for you?” You replied.

You couldn’t see him, but you just knew he was smirking in response since he didn’t give a verbal one.

You felt him shift closer to you. Closer than when he had pulled to you him earlier.

“Your sister and i are good friends”

“uh huh.”

“great friends.”

“i’m aware”

Your replies weren’t thought out, it was harder to think with him so close.

“She would kill me if she knew…”

“Knew what?” You asked.

You knew what he was talking about but you wanted at least some form of clarity.

“Don’t make me say it.” His words getting quieter. It was only when you felt his breath hit your ear that you realise you were both inching closer and closer together.

“Say what?” You could hear the smile in your voice now, you were teasing him.

You feel him move even closer now and you prepare for a kiss. When it comes it’s different than what you ere expecting. His lips were cold and you realised it was from the drink he had been sipping. A drink that was still in his mouth. He opened his lips further and you felt his drink - a generic alcoholic beverage you couldn’t think of with how dizzy you were - slowly pour into your mouth. You didn’t think about it. His kiss was mind numbing you wanted every inch of him. Whatever he would give. The drink spilled over the side of your mouth onto your neck. He wasn’t far behind.

He began kissing and nipping down the side of your neck. His hands were trailing up and down the sides of your body and soon found your panties. He slowly slid them down and you quickly helped him take them off. You needed him inside you immediately. You were trying your best to not make any noise, just because people couldn’t see didn’t mean they couldn’t hear.

His kisses moved higher up on your body, he was leaving open mouth kisses all over, nipping and sucking where he could. You felt his hands slipping towards your slit and weren’t surprised to find his hand easily glide through your wetness.

You couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry when his fingers found your clit. At your outburst, his lips were quick to cover yours and swallow the rest of your cries that were getting more frequent the as he moved his hand.

You could feel yourself slowly building to what you knew would be a strong orgasm. You felt one of his fingers move to shallowly enter your cunt and you couldn’t help but move your mouth from his lips to moan heavily.

You felt him move away from you and pull your dress back down as far as he could. You didn’t understand why until your eyes were being blinded by a flashlight. It was one of your sisters friends who was trying to see if you were alright. Because it was so dark he couldn’t see Timothée a few feet from you.

You quickly sobered up and answered him as normally as you could though you were still dizzy from your need. Once he was satisfied he went back to wherever he was before. You felt Timothée move back to you and you gripped his shirt tightly. He moved his lips back to your ear.

“Next time we could finish what we were doing if you were a little quieter.” You barely understood what he was saying because of how much you wanted him but you understood that you weren’t going to get to finish tonight.

“Please. I promise to be quieter just please finish.” You can’t help but beg.

“See you next halloween baby.” Was his only reply.

It wasn’t until you heard him open and close the door back into the house you remembered that you didn’t have your panties. You tried to find them on the ground with your own flashlight but nothing.

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why-say · 1 year

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Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: cock worship, submissive, bdsm relationship

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You were getting carpet burn from kneeling for so long but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. Timothée would take care of you in the morning.

He had been teasing you for what felt like hours now but you knew he was going to take pity on you soon. On cue you felt his hand reach into your hair, rubbing softly into your damp scalp while his other stroked your face. Your body had been heated for hours and your skin felt warm and clammy. Timothées movements are so soothing that it throws you when he yanks you by the hair.

He brings your face to his mouth and kisses you roughly. His mouth encapsulating yours till you feel dizzy. You hear his belt buckle and before you can look down to see what he’s doing, he pushes your head down to what you’ve wanted this whole time.

Before you know it your mouth is around the base of his cock and your head is on his lap. It made you feel serene. He was slowly and softly fucking into your mouth without a care. His head was thrown back in bliss, both of his hands holding the sides of your face.

You could feel him hitting the back of your throat and could help the gag. Timothée only groaned and fucked you faster. That’s how you knew he was too lost in the moment because he would never usually miss and opportunity to punish you for that.

You knew you could get off with just him fucking your face but you wouldn’t without permission. He was thrusting wildly but before he could come he pulled out from your face and pulled you up onto your feet. You didn’t have time to form a question before he was kissing you again.

The back of your legs hit the side of the bed before you fell onto your back. Timothée was a man on a mission and wasted no time as he moved around the bed to where your head was. His hips didn’t even have to reach your face before you knew what was happening.

It felt like things were happening a thousand miles a minute but you would take anything Timothée would give.

He guided his cock to your open mouth and you were ready and waiting. Just as he reached your lips you heard a buzz and felt something cold at your clit. Timothées cock is deep in your throat in the same minute and you feel bursts of pleasure at once.

You know it’s going to be a long night.

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why-say · 1 year

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Andy (Chris evans) x reader imagine

Warnings: fucking in front of a window (i can’t remember what that’s called right now), dirty talk

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It was a Thursday evening. You and Andy were having dinner with friends at this fancy restaurant which meant fancy clothes. You had already gotten dressed and you were standing in the front room of the penthouse staring at Andys back. He was standing in front of the large windows overlooking the city below with a glass in hand. You walk up to him.

"When are we leaving?" You say.

He turns to face you and before he can speak his gaze drops down your body. He's wearing a crisp black suit with his tie undone. He always looked good but him in suits was delicious. It was different.

"You look fucking stunning baby" He manages to spit out.

"Thank you" You reply with a blush. You weren’t a stranger to compliments and knew how to take them, but it was different when Andy gave them.

He sets his drink down and walks around you slowly before landing back in front of you. His fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

"Beautiful."

He spins you both, so he is behind you, and you’re at the window facing the city. He presses his body into you. You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing deep into your back. He kisses you deeply and you feel your mind swarm. Your body heating with his hands at the short hem of your dress, dragging it upwards.

"I want you," Andy whispers. "Right here baby where everyone can see you." His mouth pressed up against your ear.

"We have to leave soon..." You tried to remind him. Really you didn't care, if anything you would've gladly stayed home to fuck him for the rest of the night. But it was fun to tease him by resisting. He knew what you wanted anyways.

You heard him chuckle lightly. "We both know I could get you off in a minute if I needed to, but we have plenty of time so put your hands up on the glass and spread your legs for me, yeah?"

You give a sharp intake at his words and place your hands up on the window, feeling the cold glass against your heated body.

He continues lifting your dress but stops abruptly.

"Baby?" He says, all his movements halting. "Where are your panties?"

You can't help but giggle at his stunned tone. You had deliberately left them off as a surprise for at the restaurant or in the car, but he was so impatient it was happening now.

"I seemed to have lost them." Is your response, teasing.

"Is that right, hmm?" Andys gruffly voice making your body vibrate with lust.

He moves one hand to the entrance of your cunt, "I'm gonna fuck you, right here, for the whole city to see how you take me and your going to moan and groan until you can only think of my cock, okay?”

You nodded, the only response you could think to give.

You loved him like this, when he lost control and his composure and his rawness was left. It was what made you love him. Almost like he was connected to your thoughts he pushed into you with a sharp thrust, catching you off guard. One of his arms wraps around your waist and the other is holding up your own arms, pressing you harder into the window.

He moves slowly at first, knowing the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you was everything. Andy had fucked you countless times but every time it was by the window it was a little more raw than ever. Knowing anyone could see you but not touch you. It drove him crazy almost more than it did you.

He was fucking into you so quickly you felt like you couldn’t catch a breath. Every time he pulled out, preparing to pump back in you felt empty, like you needed his cock back in you so you could breathe. You felt your eyes prick with tears and you didn’t bother to hide them.

Andy sees them falling down your face and kisses your cheeks, his hips work faster and you know it’s the sight of your tears making him want you more.

“Does it hurt baby?” He asks roughly. You nod your head. “Good.”

His hand makes its way back to your clit, rubbing and flicking it more. It’s too much. You try to pull away from him but it only pushes your cunt further down onto his cock. It’s a strange feeling and you let out a mix between a cry and a moan, adding to the sounds already floating in the apartment. It’s too much. Your body feels tight like it’s ready to pop.

He fucks you harder, the cold window soothing your burning skin. He’s whispering filthy things in your ear. Telling you he loves you this way, presented to the world, and thinking of nothing but cock. You can’t help it and you don’t want to so you come. It’s hard and sharp, you feel like your being pulled off a cliff and Andy isn’t far behind you. You cry out, loudly and Andy’s hand comes down to cover your mouth. It may have been a large apartment but people would still hear a scream that loud.

You feel his warm release coat the inside of your cunt and you spasm around him, hearing him hiss from the over stimulation.

“That was perfect, You we’re perfect baby.” He whispers, pulling his cock from you slowly. leaving you feeling empty. “C’mon we gotta go.”

If it were up to you you would be warming his cock all night long.

He pulls your dress down and pulls you to the elevator. It isn’t until your in the taxi you remember your not wearing any panties. And Andy’s cum is dripping from your cunt.

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Let me know if you wanna see more Chris evans smut or strictly Timothée. :)

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why-say · 1 year

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y’all when you see the next fic i post is about Chris evans: :o

LMAO i hope you guys still like it xx

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet smut

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why-say · 1 year

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Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: smut, college smut, self-insert, public sex, friends with benefits, slight weight mention (it’s not specific but it’s mentioned), this one may be more plot that smut, stranger x you x Timothée

word count: 1.8k

This is arguably the best thing i’ve ever written.

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You got to class late. That wasn’t usually you, but everyone has bad mornings and today was yours. You entered your class from the back of the classroom and saw all of the seats at the front full. You had no choice but to take one near the back, a few seats over from the last person you wanted to sit next too.

“Hello.” You say curtly. He replies back but with a smile and you find that odd. You and Timothée had an agreement. You wouldn’t interact outside of your late-night booty calls. It had worked to keep things less messy like you both wanted.

You try to ignore the interaction and focus on the lesson, but you can’t see the front or the professor at all, there were too many heads in the way. You raise your hand to let him know and ask for a seat at the front but before you can get his attention, Timothee pulls your hand down.

“Just sit on my lap. You’ll be able to see better, I don’t mind.” He says, he’s already looking away like he’s so sure you will.

“Absolutely not! What? That’s so inappropriate, I’ll just…” Your voice trailed off.

You’ll just what? You were busy for the rest of the week so you couldn’t take notes later and the professor didn’t look like he would stop talking anytime soon. Would it really be that bad? It’s innocent right? It’s not like he would start fucking you in class.

“You’ll just what?” Timothée teases? A knowing smile ghosting over his face already.

“Shut up. It’s just so I can see, you know the rules.”

You move and now you are perched lightly on Timothée's lap. No one in the class even turned to look at you. You were sitting near his knees, trying to keep all your weight off of him and keep listening to your professor who was now fiddling with his computer while still talking.

You didn’t see how Timothée could take notes like this, but he didn’t seem to mind and neither did you.

Before you could start writing you felt Timothée move his hand around your waist. He pulled you further into his lap, so your back was flush with his front. You turned your head to meet his eyes. Timothée was a tall man but in this position, you were looking down to see him. You liked it.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Making you and myself comfortable, now continue writing.” He replies, he faces the professor though you can see his mischievousness peeking through.

You could never understand him, but you turned back to continue your work. You feel relaxed. Usually in class you were speed writing, and your brain was going a million miles a minute but today you felt relaxed while still writing. You didn’t understand why. Surely it couldn’t be Timothée? His presence couldn’t be the thing making you feel different. You took a moment to think and that’s when you noticed his arm never left your waist. He was making circles on the side of your body, softly stroking. You turned to face him, and he looked so calm you didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing.

His eyes turned to look at you and you cut your gaze away quickly. You weren’t going to let him distract you outside of your arrangement.

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy it. mkay?” Timothée suddenly whispered. What?

You didn’t understand what he was talking about. It wasn’t until you felt his other hand at your knee make its way up, his other hand still holding your waist.

His hand met the bottom of your skirt, and he kept going, slipping under the skirt. Your body felt hot. You shifted so you were now crossing your legs. His hand was trapped between your thighs, cutting off his movement. You didn’t know the kind of reaction he would give but you were happy to put a stop to whatever he was doing. Or were you? Your breathing was heavier, and your body was still hot.

But it was so inappropriate.

You heard him laugh quietly in your ear. He moved his hands, and you uncrossed your legs. You thought that was that.

The teacher kept talking though you weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t pay attention to anything with your thoughts ruminating. What was Timothée doing? Why wasn’t he keeping to the arrangement? Did he want you outside of the late-night booty calls?

The light to the classroom goes off and your pulled from your thoughts. You look around and no one is freaking out, so you assume the professor is putting on a film. Your thoughts are correct as an old black and white movie appears. You can’t see anything but the screen except the heads of the people in front of you, but you can’t make out who they are.

“Relax, He put on an old film because we had time left and he finished talking.” Timothée says, still whispering but even lower because it’s so silent. People are still talking to their friends but they’ were trying to keep it lower than the movie which is pretty quiet.

“Okay.” Is all you can think of to say. You're ready to get back into your deep thoughts when you feel Timothée's hands return to where they belong. Where they belong? You couldn’t believe you just said that. Or thought that?

He placed his hands on each of your thighs and moved your legs to the outside of his. His own legs keeping your spread wide open. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything because in reality you really really needed him. It was all you could think about right now and if he didn’t finish what he started you were going to pop.

With his knees keeping you spread bare his hands made work of you. He slipped his fingers past your underwear, feeling the wetness already there. His fingers lightly pressing into you then back out, shallowly thrusting.

The class was so silent you knew you couldn’t make any noise, but your mouth let out an involuntary moan. No body turned around, so you hope no one heard you.

“I’m not plugging your mouth baby it’s all up to you to keep quiet. Or don’t.” Timothée murmurs.

His words don’t require a reply, but you nod your head anyways, already lost in pleasure.

Sex with him always felt good but it was something about the public humiliation that could happen at any moment that made you feel this all so much more.

His finger continued to work into you, almost prepping you but you couldn’t figure out what for. He flicked your clit unexpectedly and you let out a sharp cry. It wasn’t so loud, but you heard some shuffling a few rows down and to the side. Timothée didn’t stop his assault on your body while you glanced around the classroom. No one was looking but honestly you didn’t care.

You grounded your hips further down trying to feel him deeper, and as if reading your body Timothée moved his hand so two fingers were deep inside your cunt and the heel of his hand was rubbing your clit. His fingers were twisting and pumping into you in ways that made you hold your breath to keep your moans in. You tried to close your legs as a reflex but his own just spread you wider.

The classroom felt like an inferno, and you were ready to cum. Timothée removed his hand from your cunt unexpectedly. You let out an involuntary whine in response.

Timothée moved your further down his now closed thighs, towards his knees. You didn’t understand why? Was he not letting you cum? Had somebody been watching.

You searched around the classroom and to your complete and utter dismay somebody had their eyes on yours. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, but they were standing near the door at the back of the classroom. You knew from what you could see it was a man and his arm was moving weirdly. Before you could try figure out who it was or what he was doing, you felt hands move you again. Too dazed to struggle you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your exposed and dripping pussy meet the head of Timothée's cock.

You felt him slowly pull you down his shaft. Your cunt accommodating for his size and length with an uncomfortable stretch. It was always a struggle trying to fit Timothée inside you, that was why you always prepped yourself with your favourite toys before you saw him. The lack of preparation allowed a strained cry to slip through your lips. You couldn’t think to care who had heard that, but you opened your eyes anyways when you heard a distant grunt. The man at the back of the classroom had your attention and apparently, he had Timothees too. But he wasn’t stopping.

If anything, the attention from the strange man had made Timothee work harder to thrust into you. Because of how wet you were he couldn’t be fast because people would hear, but that didn’t stop him fucking you hard. It felt like he was fucking your breath away with every thrust and you were delirious. Your sensations were limited to just this feeling, the fullness of your cunt, the heat inside your body and the ache at the bottom of your belly.

You could hear Timothée's soft moans and groans in your ear and that was what set you off. Timothée followed behind you quickly after his thrusts turned harder. You felt his warm cum hit your insides and you let out a sigh of content. You wished you could've swallowed his cum instead, but this would do.

Timothée was still panting in your ear, and it wasn’t until you felt something warm and wet hit the side of your face and hair that you remembered the stranger. Both you and Timothée turned back to look at him. He was there, you could see his chest moving up and down rapidly. Timothées hand moved to the liquid on your face. He gathered some on his fingers and placed it in his mouth. He smirked and you didn’t know why until he did the same to you. It was cum.

Moaning at the taste of the strangers cum on Timothees fingers. You looked back up to the stranger and saw him wave before leaving.

These the weirdest lesson you’ve ever day. And you kind of hoped to have it again. You didn't know how you were going to leave the classroom without people knowing what happened, but you didn't care right now.

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why-say · 1 year

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{i really wanted to used this gif}

Timothée x reader imagine

Warning: smut, shower sex,

Word count: 785

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You were in the shower. You’d had a long day and ended it with a work out so you needed the break. The steam of the shower helping you relax.

The apartment felt cold with Timothée gone, he was away on set for the next few days and you were already missing him. You were thinking about what the evening would’ve looked like if he were with you.

He would have cooked you both dinner, some kind of pasta and you would’ve stuffed your belly while watching a cheesy 80’s movie with him. Maybe a round of rough fucking if you were lucky. You missed him so much already in the short time you both had spent together.

Deep in thought you barely noticed a body step into the bathroom. You had a standing shower with glass walls but they were all steamed up. It wasn’t until you heard the door slide open that you opened your eyes, trying to avoid the spray of the shower.

You couldn’t believe it. Timothée was there. You were so confused but before you could ask why he was home, he spun you around. You felt his naked body pressing behind you and wondered when he had time to strip. It was a silly thing to think first but it’s all you could think about with his hard cock pressing between you two.

“I had to come back baby I missed you so much.” He whispers, his breath fanning over your ear. Your pulse quipped like how it always did with him around.

Timothée moved his hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up to give you a warm kiss. You lost all words when it came to him. He knew what you wanted though. And he didn’t make you wait long.

He picks up both of your thighs, bringing them to circle around your waist. Your shower was long forgotten but something better had replaced it. Timothée wasted no time slipping into you. His thick cock filling you in ways you couldn’t describe.

You let out a small moan of content. You heard Timothée release a grunt from the back of his throat. He was working small soft strokes into you. Timothée usually was rough from the beginning till the end so soft kisses and slow strokes wasn’t like him. It was different for him and before you could say anything he spoke.

“Missed you baby, leme savour you before giving you what you want.” He was speaking incoherently but you understood.

You felt your heart melt a little more. You whined and nodded your head. Timothée still steadily fucking you. You loved how he usually fucked but you loved this too. To be honest you loved anything Timothée did.

You felt your lower half tense, Timothée still working you to your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein and tweak of his cock, all of it adding to your sensations. Timothée put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. It was like he wanted you so bad he wanted to swallow ever noise you made.

You came. Timothée didn’t follow, infact his cock felt harder than before.

“Fuck baby your cunt is gripping me so tight” Timothée grunted.

Your body was still shaking from your orgasm and he took that opportunity to start fucking into you faster. His hands pulling you off his cock only to then slam you back down. Moving your body like it was nothing.

You couldn’t stop shaking, Your stomach was aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body.

He was fuçking you so fast you couldn’t even catch your breath, no need to when he would just take it again anyways.

You felt his cock twitch and knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait. All you could hear was moans worthy of the big screen and whines all coming from you. Timothées moans and grunts adding to the music you were creating.

The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you to think straight. All you knew was that you needed Timothees cum immediately.

“Please-“ Your pleading was cut short with an abrupt thrust, “Please please give me your cum.” You managed to let out.

“You want it? It’s all yours baby.” Timothée echos. The second you feel his warm cum you can’t help but follow him and cum again your self. Leaving you both panting and heavy breathing in the shower.

“Im never leaving again baby, never ever.” Timothée murmurs. You can barely hear him over your heart beating. You wondered how you got so lucky.

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Cigarettes, Sex, Rock & Roll

Anon request:

can you please do more 80s rock rope timmy!!!

Omg please write more Timmy smut you’re amazing

Wordcount: 3.5 K+

Description: On tour in a hotel with no concert for a few days why not hanging out with a friend, until your boyfriend all but begs your attention, but you have just the idea in mind to handle Timothee Hal

A/N: Well, I’ve been working on this for a while and wasn’t planning on finish it anytime soon but the muse hit hard with this last night. I love you all enjoy. Also I will probably do some pegging in the next part, but as always if you want to see more of these two send some request or ideas you want to see.

Warning: Smut, Possessiveness, Reader and Timmy switch from Dom and Sub throughout. Oral, fingering, smoking.

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who knew writing smut could be so overwhelming!!

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Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: over stimulation

word count: 695

Y’all there was no motivation for this i’m so sorry LMAO.

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You were losing your mind. It had been a couple of days since your fight with Timothee. You could barely remember what it was about due to the state you were in, but you could remember him leaving your apartment angry and entering his own just next door.

It had been hell living with him next door before you were together and you had a burning crush on him, but it was even worse fighting with him just next door. You could hear every little thing he did and it made you want to rush over there.

Right now you couldn’t focus on the sounds you were hearing because all you could feel was your burning skin. Sometimes you would have days where all you wanted to do was fuck and Timothée was always there to help.

With him so close but unavailable, it was torture.

You had woken up early because of how you felt and six orgasms later you still felt like your skin was on fire.

You were moaning and writing on your bed, one hand rubbing your clit, sneaking fingers into your cunt and the other pulling and tugging on your nipples.

You felt like you were on the edge and there was nothing to get you over. You reached for your thickest toy and began shoving it inside you when you heard your bedroom door open.

Surprisingly it was Timothée.

“Oh- erm…i’m sorry i heard you through my wall and i thought i’d check you were okay…” Timothée shuffled on his feet. “Do you want me to go?”

You could barely hear him over the blood thrumming in your ears. He had a soft blush on his cheeks and tried to avoid looking at you in your state but you could see the tent pitching in his pants. He starts to back out of your room, leaving you and you can’t help but cry out.

“Wait! wait wait wait, please don’t leave i need-“ you clam up before you can finish your sentence but Timothée knows exactly what you were going to say.

“I need-”

“Shh, I know what you need, baby.”

He walks over to you slowly.

“Please… I need you…I need you inside me.”

You keep pumping the toy inside your cunt until Timothée grabs your hand, making you pause.

He slips the toy out of you and tosses it to the side. Your pussy clenches over nothing and you let out a small whine. You hated the empty feeling inside you.

Timothée is quick to rectify that as she shoves three thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” He murmurs.

That’s all it takes to make you cum. Timothées fingers were heaven and he knew exactly what to do to help you. But you both knew it wasn’t enough. You needed a lot more.

He pulled his fingers from you and moved so fast you barely notice, though you would never notice anything in this state. He was on top of you, clothes gone and his fist was pumping his hard cock.

He parts your legs and pushes himself inside you. Usually he would take his time but he knew you couldn’t wait another minute.

“Please please please-“

Your begging is cut off as Timothée grabs the back of your neck, lifting you to his mouth and plants a wet kiss on your lips. His other hands slips under your ass and pulls your hips to his cock.

You let out a sharp moan that he swallows down with his kiss.

Timothée was thrusting himself inside you in a way that you had missed. You felt right. It felt like he was trying to show you through his movements how much he missed you.

You had already felt like you needed to explode before but with the emotions rising in you you couldn’t help but feel the tears well in the corners of your eyes.

Before they can spill over, your body lets go and you cum for what feels like the millionth time that day.

Timothée notices but keeps going. His stamina unmatched.

You know it’s going to be a long night.

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timothée x reader imagine

warnings: slight somnoplilia, overstimulation, oral sex, dacryphilia

word count: 285

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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Timothée had always loved surprising you. He had woken up before you and once he saw the remnants of last night dripping from your cunt, he couldn’t help but taste you.

You woke to a hand batting your moving thigh away and woke up even further when you felt lips close in on your clit.

It was so early and the first noise you made was a sharp cry at the feeling of Timothée between your legs.

“Finally your awake.” Timothée purrs. You feel his breath hit your wet cunt and it forces a shiver down your body.

“Timmy- fuck oh…” Your words trail off as your body tightens.

“Don’t you dare, sweet girl,” Timothée pulls away. “I haven’t spent this long licking you just for you to cum now. Hold it for me?”

You would do anything he asked of you but agreeing to this was difficult, you already felt like you were going to explode.

He went back to licking you, working slowly to build you up. He didn’t use his fingers, only his mouth. licking, sucking and biting you in torturous ways.

You felt tears budding in the corners of your eyes and at the sight of them Timothée groaned.

“fuck- you know how much your tears get me.” He presses the hardness between his legs into your calf.

You can’t help it. You cum. You knew it was coming but it still caught you by surprise. You let out a strangled moan at the feel of your release.

“that’s going to get you punished, sweet girl.” Timothée pulls away from your cunt to kiss you roughly.

You were always excited for his punishments and you were already giddy for this.

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Hi there! I have a question and a request.

So my question is, are you planning to have a masterlist soon? So we can find all your fics? 😁

And my request is, the reader is having super bad cramps bc of her period and she feels so sick. Timmy read somewhere that orgasms are good to ease the pain so he and reader have an intense love making session not caring about how much of a mess they make ❣️

Thank you!

I just posted a small masterlist for my fics thank you sm for reminding me and i love this request!!

You can find my masterlist here

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: period sex, nipple play, slight dumbification

word count: 582

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You were in bed. Your period had just started this morning after two days of cramps. Timothée had been with you when he could, patting your back, rubbing your hair all of it.

It was unexpected. Your last boyfriend had steered clear of you at any mention of your period and you expected the same from any man including Timothée. It was pleasantly different. He was sitting in a small arm chair beside your bed scrolling on his phone.

“Did you know that apparently sex and orgasms can relieve period cramps?” He said with a small smirk.

You hadn’t had sex with him yet due to the nature of your friendship and this wasn’t what you expected.

“what?” you reply.

“yeah look,” he shows you the article and it says exactly what he said. “with your pains this bad maybe it’s worth a try? right?”

“But isint that wrong?” You say. Your ex never even went down on you, period sex was out of the question. But Timothée seemed different.

“Wrong? To help you feel better? That’s all i want baby it’s not wrong.” Timothée purrs.

He moves off the chair and sits on the bed behind you, by your head. Moving his running fingers from trailing your stomach to moving up and down on the skin below your shorts.

Your breaths get a little more erratic and uneven. Felling hot already from his teasing.

“okay.” You almost whisper, but he hears you anyways.

like lightning, he flips himself so he’s hovering over you between your thighs. Timothee kisses you. Its a passionate kiss you never thought you could share with him. He pulls your shirt up, barley removing his lips from yours.

His hands find your nipple easily. You let out a strangled moan through the kiss. Your nipples had always been sensitive but during your period it was the worst. That’s why you always worse loose shirts during it, never a bra.

Your body felt hot, you knew you were sensitive but when your body let out a rush of fluid, you realised how sensitive you were. Timothée had made you cum just by playing with your tits.

“fuck, that was amazing baby.” He purrs in your ear, releasing your mouth to cry out.

He pulls your shorts and underwear down. You had almost forgotten you were on your period but him removing and discarding your tampon had brought you right back into the moment.

“Are you sure you want to-” He cuts you off with a sharp thrust into you.

“I wouldnt put my cock somewhere i didn’t want to be and trust me baby i wanna be right. fucking. here.” He says with a growl behind his words, emphasising his last words with deep thrusts.

You let out a throaty moan. Ready to come again so soon. Timothée was amazing as you knew he would be but it was the tabooness of it all that made you feel like you were about to burst out of your skin.

“your squeezing me so tight baby, strangling my cock. feels so good.” You moved your hands to his back, brining him closer.

His pace slowed but his thrusts were hard and deep. You came again on his cock, he followed right behind you.

Timothée was panting, his body draped over you.

None of you said anything but you both knew you would be doing this again. You weren’t sure it was a cramp reliever, but it did distract you blissfully.

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a master list of all my works ♡

they’re all timothée fics unless it has a {❁} next to it♡

requests are appreciated please

I started an etsy store selling phone cases so just click that link to check it out :)

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power imbalance

car sex

famous/somno

submissive

inmate

period relief

overstimulation

shower

classroom

Andy barber x window {❁}

timothee x cock worship

#smut #self insert smut #timmy #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée #reader smut #timothee chamalet

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timothee x reader imagine

warnings: Timothée smut, almost getting caught, Power imbalance

word count: 697

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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You were standing in a crowd of people within the castle. It was the first morning in the new month and that meant it was the servants' audience with the king. You hated this day because it reminded you of the difference between you and Timothée. King Timothée. You had loved him ever since you were small and that didn’t stop after his coronation.

During your thoughts He makes eye contact with you during his speech.

He’d been talking for over an hour now but you didn’t mind. You were focusing on the curves of his lips and the sheer power he was exuding.

The meeting was over and you began walking towards the kitchen. Before you got there you felt a hand push you into a small room off the side of the corridor.

It was Timothée.

You were facing him with your back against a stack of shelves. He had his hands crowding your cheeks.

“I missed you, little one.” he murmurs. “I know how much you hate those.” He places a small kiss on your lips.

You can’t help but whine. You were dripping already from the speech and had planned to find a corner to release yourself but this was better.

“want you. please.” You beg.

“And you have me, baby. Fuck I want you so much.”

Timothée flips you around so fast you have to brace your hands on the shelf in front of you.

“be quite little one, gotta keep quiet for me, hmm.” He speaks directly into your ear, whispering. “Can you do that for me?”

“yes.” you squeak. He knows you’ve always been turned on by the idea of getting caught. The image of anyone in the castle seeing you at Timothées knees? You loved it.

He nibbles softly on your ear while his hands pull your pants down along with your underwear. His fingers drop to the wetness between your thighs. They were practically slipping from how wet you were. You let out a small moan.

You felt flush. No matter how many times you guys had sex you always felt like it was the first.

Timothée presses his cock to your slit. You didn’t even feel his hands pull away from you to remove his own pants. You couldn’t focus on anything but the throbbing between your thighs. You let out a sound of frustration and timothée turns your head to bring your mouth to his, planting a wet open mouth kiss on your lips.

“Let me see how well you take me, little one.” He murmurs against your lips.

You can’t form a reply but you let out a throaty moan the second he pushes himself into you. His size was always daunting. You always felt like he was crowding into you with how full you felt.

“feels so good baby. Love fucking my pussy. so good”

His thrusts were getting faster and harder. His hand clamped down on your mouth at the sound of a loud moan you let out. You hear voices on the other side of the door linger then fade.

His other hand comes down to circle your clit and your knees almost buckle. You felt like you were about to explode and you did. Your release rushes between the both of you and down to the floor. It’s Timothée holding you up completely.

“That's it baby, I've got you.” He says.

You felt overstimulated. Your body spasming from the aftershocks and Timothées relentlessness. He kept fucking into your limp body and just that thought made you clamp down on him, feeling yourself back at the edge.

“gonna fuck you day and night till we leave this place little one. it’s gonna be okay.”

You whine in return. You and Timothée had always talked about leaving, about running away together but you didn’t think it would happen.

“We’re gonna be okay.” He whispers. “Oh. Fucking. Kay.” He emphasises every word with a hard thrust. You both cum and he keeps shallowly thrusting, pushing his release deep into you.

“I love you.” He whispers.

In moments like these you forget he’s a king. He’s just your Timothée running his hands along your tummy.

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Castiel CHOOSING to let his vessel age alongside Sam and Dean. He first excuses this by convincing himself he's only doing it to not stand out and it's saving his grace. That it's wasteful to constantly keep rejuvenating cells when he could be using that power elsewhere. It simply makes the most sense, especially when he falls from Heaven to help aid Dean Winchester. The years go by and the vessel is no longer just a vessel, it's his body and he likes experiencing the human process of aging. The wrinkles he's getting at the corner of his eyes, the laugh lines on his cheeks from smiling at Dean's antics, the grey hairs starting to dust his hair. He loves experiencing this part of humanity. Sam and Dean don't notice how odd it is Castiel is aging alongside them. They're human, so they don't think anything of someone aging until it's brought to their attention by someone Castiel is an angel-- vessels don't age. Or at least, they shouldn't. Dean thinks something has to be wrong with Cas' grace, that Cas has been hiding he's hurt or something fatal but Cas tells him there's nothing to worry about. He chose it. He could at the snap of his fingers restore the body back to its original state when he first possessed Jimmy Novak but he doesn't want to. Dean asks why doesn't he. I mean, aging isn't exactly glamourous and it's something a lot of humans would want to skip out on. Cas answers by saying, "I wanted to because... because it makes me feel more like I belong", but Dean notices his stutter. Cas' answer is satisfactory, but Dean knows Cas and he knows when Cas is hiding the full truth. Which causes him to think Cas is lying about something important he should know about and he's determined to find out what.

What Cas doesn't want Dean to know is that maybe back in 2009 he started letting his vessel age to conserve grace where he could or so he wouldn't stand out amongst the Winchesters or make himself seem more alien than he already did. But the real reason he let his vessel age (which he's aware of now) is because he wanted grow old alongside the man he loves and this was as close as he could get to the fantasy.

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why-say · 1 year

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me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

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timothée x reader imagine

warnings: car sex, oral sex, submissive, dumbification

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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You and Timothée were in his car driving. You were going somewhere that was only supposed to be an hour away but it had been three and you were no where close yet.

Timothée was supposed to be meeting your parents today and you were overly stressed about it.

“Where are we now? We’re gonna be so late.” You say.

“Relax baby, it’s going to go great but you’re too stressed. Let me help you relax”

It was those words that resulted in you being fucked from behind while bent over the back seat. You hadn’t complained, actually you did the opposite and thanked Timothée for helping you relax.

The problem was that now all you could focus on was that moment. For the past fifteen minutes you had been shifting around in your seat. After he had fucked you, you both went back into the car but this time his had had been slowly moving up and down your thigh.

You were wearing a short sundress because of the weather so his hand was sliding up higher and higher. It was all you could think about. You were on a really busy street so pulling over and asking for his cock was impossible.

You tried to push the feeling down but it’s like he can read your mind. He moved his hand up to the top of your thighs and softly made small circles there. He must not have known what he was doing because he was on the phone but you knew.

You felt yourself grow wetter, doing all you can to ignore it.

Before you could try to form any words, Timothée moves his hand away and unbuckles his pants, pulling his cock out.

You watch with your mouth open as he begins fisting himself. You always loved watching him and it was like every time he moved his fist, he was getting you hornier.

“You want it baby? hm? keep you calm till we get to your parents house?” He purrs, knowing exactly what you need.

His phone call long forgotten.

You nod and go to reach for him with your hand.

“No, no, I want your mouth.”

You lean over the middle console with your ass up and he pushes himself into your mouth.

His hand that was previously around his cock dives into your hair and rests there, putting a little pressure to keep your head down and his cock in your throat.

You felt better already.

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timothée x reader

warnings: somnplhilia, dub-con, submissive, daddy kink

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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You were asleep, after all it was very late at night. You tried to stay awake, to wait for Timothée to come back from his press conference. He had texted you a little while back, his tone sounding frustrated and upset. The last text you remember was Timothée saying he was on his way home before you fell asleep.

Timothée opens the door to your bedroom, seeing you on the bed. He walks over to you.

“Aw baby, did you fall asleep while waiting for me? hm”

He knew you wouldn’t reply because you were asleep but that didn’t mean anything to him.

He traced his fingers down from your face to your sleep shorts, tugging on the waist band. He slips them down and sees you don’t have panties on.

“was my little slut ready for me? for daddy to take her tonight? perfect.”

He pushes your thighs open and notices something pink peaking between your legs.

“what’s this? hm? prepping for my cock baby?”

He moves his hand up to your folds and tugs on the toy peeking out of you. You had been having a little fun while waiting for him and decided to fall asleep with it in. You knew he would see and punish you for it since you weren’t supposed to cum without him but that’s what you wanted.

“naughty little baby, you just wanna be punished huh? that’s okay i’ll punish you tomorrow, wanna be in you tonight.”

He crawls up on the bed, leaving your toy on the side and lining himself up to you.

“missed you baby, fuck, so much.”

He doesn’t try to go slow, he pushes all of him into you. You gasp, jolting awake.

“huh? what… timothée?”

“its me baby, go back to sleep.” He says while lightly thrusting.

“mmm feels so good. love you” you reply softly before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.

“that’s it baby.”

Timothée keeps fucking you, You releasing soft moans in your.

“such pretty sounds slut, fuck you’re so good.” His pace increasing and his thrusts getting messier, just the way you liked it.

He cums inside of you and instead of pulling out he rolls you over so he’s spooning you, his cock still safely tucked inside you.

“better than the toy baby”

“thank you” you reply before dropping into a deep sleep.

You wake up the next day with his cock still inside you and your pussy feels worn from the stretch.

Just the way he likes it.

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