#pornstar! Timothée

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Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Six: I Want To Fucking Tear You Apart

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So much for keeping this just friends, shut up and kiss me now, and we carry on. I don’t wanna say goodnight; the city comes alive when we’re together. Why can’t Thursday last forever? I don’t wanna say goodnight; I’ve never been so sure.- All Time Low, For Baltimore

Lea woke up when Tim stepped through the door an hour or so later.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered. “Mackenzie is just not pleasant to be around.” She noticed he was almost entirely soft. He must really dislike his costar.

His dick twitched when he looked over at her, though. She’d sat up on her elbows, and the blanket slid down, revealing her breasts. “D’you need help?” she asked sleepily.

“A kiss would be nice,” he admitted, moving towards her. “And also possibly some groping.”

Lea giggled, reaching for him instinctively. He knelt down, cupped her face with his hand, and kissed her. It was hungry immediately, like he wanted to breathe her in, starting with her lips, and his other hand reached over to grasp her breast. She moaned into his mouth, sitting up fully and wrapping her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair. Tim twisted her nipple, and she gasped, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.

At that exact moment, however, Lea’s stomach growled.

They both froze, and then Tim laughed against her lips. “Need a snack?”

She pulled away, blushing. “Shuddup.”

He chuckled, leaning back in to kiss her cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. It’s cool, I need to go do my next scene anyway.”

Jealousy twisted in her stomach, but she forced it down. “Are you, uh… y’know, good?”

Tim snorted. “Yeah, sweetheart. You consistently get me as hard as a rock.” He gave her a swift peck on the lips before standing back up and handing her her clothes. “Go get something to eat. You’ll feel better afterwards.”

Lea pulled her clothes back on, blushing as she did so.

Tim sighed regretfully, gesturing to her clothes. “That’s a national tragedy, honestly.”

She glanced up at him as she pulled her stockings back on. “Why?”

“‘Cause your tits are covered back up, of course.”

Lea flushed again, straightening her top as she stood back up and mumbling, “That’s hardly a tragedy of any level.”

He hummed, opening the door for her. “Agree to disagree.”

She rolled her eyes and headed off in the direction of the break room.

“So,” Susie began, taking a bite of her sandwich, “how’s work goin’? You get along okay with Tim?”

Lea smiled brightly at the other girl. She liked Susie, figuring she understood what being a fluffer was like. “Yeah, Tim’s great!”

Susie nodded in agreement. “He’s very polite.”

Lea smiled again. “Uh uh. He makes me feel really special, too.”

Susie blinked at her, her brows furrowing. “Special? What do you mean?”

Lea flushed, turning her soda can around in her hands. “Well, y’know, he’s always so courteous about making me feel good, too, and he’s so sweet when he kisses me and stuff.”

Susie’s eyes widened in apparent shock. “When he what?” she squeaked.

Lea glanced up at the other girl. “What is it?”

“How long has he been doing stuff like that?” Susie demanded, leaning over the table and examining Lea like she was a museum exhibit.

Lea blinked. “Uhhh… well, he kissed me the first time I was here. The other stuff kinda just escalated from there. Is that, like, not normal or something?”

“Dude,” Susie enunciated slowly, “that is the literal opposite of normal. The actors never kiss the fluffers, let alone touch them. I don’t know if they’re even allowed to.”

Lea’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she squeaked. “I… I didn’t know that.”

Susie looked her up and down. “Yeah, I can kinda see it, actually.”

Lea frowned in confusion. “See what?”

The other girl grinned and took a sip of her drink. “Something tells me you’ll figure it out.”

“Nobody ever tells me anything,” Lea grumbled into her own soda.

Like most New York City apartments, the one Lea shared with her best friend, Sam, was tiny. She was lucky to have her own room. And even so, she still paid fifteen hundred a month.

Tim’s apartment, however, in no way resembled Lea’s shoebox apartment for a number of reasons. The first was that Tim’s apartment was significantly more than four times the square footage of hers. It also had four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, plus a half bath that was literally the same size of the one bathroom she shared with Sam. Its kitchen—which had no less than six burners—was actually big enough to turn around in, had a breakfast table, and a dining separate room to boot.

Tim adored his apartment, mostly because it overlooked the Empire State Building, which was a fact he was weirdly proud of. 

Presently, they were curled up under a blanket on the chaise in his bedroom, watching TV. He had his arm around her and was holding her close, the way he often did.

“Lea,” he said suddenly.

She sighed, pausing the show and turning to scold him. “You don’t just interrupt Avatar, Tim,” she told him, completely ignoring the fact that the way he was looking at her made her stomach flutter and Susie’s words race through her mind. “I’ll have to rewind in order to fully appreciate Katara kicking ass.”

He frowned. “Sorry, I just… I have to ask you something.”

She pursed her lips. “Okay…?”

“Do you ever think about work, like… outside of work?” His voice was quieter than normal, and she wondered why, what he was talking about.

Blinking in confusion, she said, “Err, yeah. I talked to Susie earlier. I was thinking maybe I could ask her to hang out sometime.”

He shook his head, curls falling over his eyes. “No, I mean, like…” He took a deep breath, and she wondered what had him acting so damn anxious. He was never anxious. Dude was confidence personified, so what the hell? Finally, he continued, “When you’re not at work, do you ever think about what you and I do at work?”

Her heart stuttered in her chest. Or maybe it froze. She wasn’t entirely sure. “Uhhhhh…” She gulped. “W— why do you ask?”

Tim looked straight at her when he said, “Because I do. I think about it all the time.”

Her face flamed at the idea of him thinking about the things they did—the things they said—in places that weren’t the studio. “Oh.” She had no idea what to say other than that.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, depending on how one looked at it, Tim filled the silence. “I think about how gorgeous you are, how intelligent and funny and interesting you are, the way you touch me and kiss me and moan my name when I make you cum, how you taste and what your body looks like, how soft you are. How good you feel. I think about what it would be like if I could hold you like this whenever I wanted, if I could wake up every day with you in my arms and kiss you, maybe even fuck you, if you’d let me.”

There was static in her brain. She couldn’t think. Why was he saying these things? “Is… is that why you treat me differently than the other fluffers?”

He furrowed his brow. “There are no other fluffers. There’s only you.”

Lea shook her head impatiently. “No, like, how you’ve treated others before me. How the other actors treat their fluffers. Susie told me that how you treat me is… unusual.”

“It is unusual,” he said simply.

“Then why are you, like…” She couldn’t complete her thought, so instead she just ended with, "Why?”

Tim looked at her for a long moment, and then he bluntly told her, “Because I like you. I like you a lot.”

Was she breathing? She wasn’t entirely certain she was breathing. She may not have been. With a gulp, she managed to squeak out, “Like… as a friend, or…?”

He snorted lightly, his arm finally leaving her. “I do like you as a friend, yeah,” he agreed with a nod. “Adore you, actually. But I adore you as a whole hell of a lot more than a friend, too.”

She couldn’t speak. Her mind was reeling from this information. He liked her? As more than a friend?

How? Moreover, why? She knew he found her attractive for some weird reason (Lea was fully aware that she was decently cute, okay, there was nothing wrong with her appearance, strictly speaking, but she didn’t think she was as sexy as he seemed to find her), but for him to have romantic-type feelings for her…

Well, he’d always been a weirdo, hadn’t he?

“How do you feel about me?” he pressed when she remained silent. “I know sucking my dick turned you on enough for you to touch yourself—“ she sputtered in embarrassment at that— “but how do you actually feel about me? Do you like me, too?”

Lea wrung her hands in her lap anxiously. She probably shouldn’t admit to having feelings for him. It was inconvenient, and she didn’t want to be vulnerable with anyone in that sense, let alone someone of his profession. Not that she had any issues with sex work, of course, she just knew he could never truly love her and also sleep with other girls.

But he knew her too well for him to see through a lie, didn’t he?

Well, shit.

“Y— yeah,” she mumbled out, wishing very much that she could disappear.

Tim took her hand in his then, reaching up to cup her cheek in his palm and lifting her face to his. He was grinning at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself, and then he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

She arched into him without really meaning to, and before she knew it, she found herself in his lap. He was kissing her neck—no, wait, he was giving her a hickey—and gripping her ass, squeezing roughly.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Tim groaned. “Been thinkin’ about this for months, sweetheart.”

“God, me too,” she admitted breathlessly.

“Tell me you want me,” he pleaded. “I’d give you anything, baby, just— if you want me inside you, I gotta hear you say it.”

She threaded her fingers into his hair. “I want you inside me, Tim.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, his grip on her ass tightening. “Want you, too, princess. Wanna fuck you so good you can’t even move.”

He trailed kisses down her neck, brushing against the collar of her light blue Burberry knit sweater and sliding his hands under the matching skirt to squeeze her ass over her pink Lise Charmel panties, encouraging her to roll her hips against his. “Yes,” she gasped out. “Fuck, that feels good—“

“I’ll bet it does,” he chuckled. “Rub your pretty little clit against me, sweetheart. You feel how hard I am for you?”

“Uh huh,” Lea whined, leaning her head back as he unbuttoned the top buttons of her sweater.

“Loved how wet you got from my dick in your mouth, baby,” he growled. “Just wait till you feel what it’s like to have it in you, to get fucked nice and hard.”

He undid the rest of the buttons, revealing the pink satin of her bra and squeezing her breasts through it. “Oh, Tim,” she gasped out, arching into his hands.

“I know,” he murmured. “God, look at you. So needy. Can I have it, sweetheart? Will you let me have you?”

Lea nodded frantically, eager to take him inside her. Now that she knew he had feelings for her, too… well, how could she say no when she wanted him so desperately? “Want you,” she whined.

“I can feel how much you want me,” he chuckled, sliding her sweater from her shoulders. “You’ve soaked through your panties.” If she weren’t so turned on, this probably would’ve embarrassed her, but she didn’t have enough blood left in her brain for embarrassment. “Come to bed with me, baby. I’ll make you feel so good, take such good care of you.”

She rocked her hips again, stimulating her clit. “Yes, please.”

Tim picked her up and stood, and she squealed with delight, giggling and wrapping her arms around his neck. He strolled over to the foot of the bed and dropped her onto it. “Take your clothes off,” he murmured, his fixed on her breasts as he yanked his shirt over his head, followed by his sweatpants.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” she observed shakily.

“It would seem I’m not,” he agreed before observing, “Your clothes aren’t off yet.”

“R— right,” she muttered, swiftly undoing her bra and pulling it off, followed by her skirt and panties. Tossing them onto the floor, she glanced up at him, flushing at the blatant desire in his gaze.

“You’re un-fucking-real,” he growled, crawling over her and caging her body in with his. Leaning down on his forearms and cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her, pressing the length of his bare body against her own. “Perfect tits,” he murmured against her lips, squeezing her breasts momentarily before trailing a hand down between them to rub at her. “Perfect pussy.” 

He spread her legs with a gentle hand on her knees, and she leaned up to kiss him. She felt as if she’d die if he didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her.

“Tim,” she manage to gasp out, “please, I want—“

“I know what you want,” he murmured, sucking another hickey into her neck. “I’ll give it to you, Lea, don’t you worry.” He rubbed her clit in slow circles for a few seconds before freezing. “Wait, fuck— lemme get a condom—“

“I don’t want you to use a condom,” she interjected hurriedly. “You’re— I mean, you get tested all the time, don’t you?”

Tim pushed himself off from her, examining her features. “Yeah, I do. Once a week.”

She licked her lips, stomach fluttering at the idea of him inside her, the two of them linked together without any barriers between them. “I’m on birth control,” Lea breathed. “Please, Tim. I want to… I want to feel you.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, jerking down to kiss her hungrily. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“I want you inside me,” she said into his mouth.

“Yes,” Tim groaned, sliding two long, slender fingers into her and curling them. “Let me just… let me get you ready for me, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I don’t care if you hurt me,” she insisted, rolling her hips up into his hand. “Just— please—“

“I care if I hurt you, though,” he told her with a soft chuckle. “You’re a hell of a lot more than a quick fuck to me, y’know?” She tensed at that, but he continued. “You’re important to me, and I really, really like you.” He cupped her cheek with one of his hands. “Sex with you will be amazing, I know it will be, but it’s more than just sex to me, and I need you to know that. I need to know that it’s more than just sex to you, too.”

She smiled up at him. He could be so sweet. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it’s more than that to me.”

Tim kissed her then, groaning when she returned it and fisting a hand in her hair. She cupped the back of his head as he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gasped into his mouth when he resumed fingering her.

“Want you,” she begged. “Please, Tim, I want you so bad—“

“Fuckin’ hell, Lea,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out of her. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to—“

“Yes I’m sure,” she cut him off impatiently. “I am absolutely, positively, one thousand percent sure.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded with an affectionate chuckle as he guided himself to her entrance. “God, you’re soaked.”

“You were just fingering me,” she pointed out, blushing.

“Mhm,” he confirmed, “and that was almost as hot as…” He paused, slipping the head of him inside her. “…This.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck. “Holy fucking— good god, Lea.” He slid further in until she gasped in discomfort, making him pause and lift his face up to examine her expression. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she told him, wincing. “It just… stings.”

“We just need to get you used to it, baby,” he assured her gently, stroking her cheek. “It’ll get better once you’re used to it.”

“If you say so,” she muttered.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Lea shook her head. “No, you can keep going.”

It took awhile, but eventually, he was fully seated inside her, panting against her neck with exertion. “Jesus Christ,” Tim gasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I— I do?” she asked, somewhat surprised. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, exactly.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, lifting himself up to kiss her hungrily. “Tell me when I can move, alright?”

“Go ahead,” she said with a slight nod.

He pulled out a bit, thrusting back in with a slow, controlled exhalation of breath. “How’s it feel?”

Lea considered this. “It feels… weird.”

“What do you mean?”

She furrowed her brow, trying to think of how to word it (which was no small feat when a guy she adored so much was literally inside her). “I feel… full. Stretched.”

He smirked. “Both of those words are accurate, yes.” He thrust again, the movement slow, gentle. “You’re full of me, and I’m stretching you out.” Another thrust, and it… it was starting to feel less uncomfortable. It was starting to feel good. She inhaled sharply, and he asked, “Any better?”

Nodding jerkily, Lea wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close. “Don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t,” he promised, thrusting again. “Not unless you want me to. Do— do you like it?” 

Before she could answer, he thrust again, and she was certain it felt good that time. The feeling of fullness—of being stretched—was no longer uncomfortable, it was delicious, and she wanted more of it. “Y— yes,” she forced out in between gasps. “It feels… oh, fuck, just don’t stop—“

He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grasping her hips firmly. His fingers dug into her skin, holding her against the mattress. It was almost as if his grip on her was him trying to ground himself, control his actions.

One of his hands slid up her side to squeeze her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she moaned into his mouth, trying to lift her pelvis to meet his. “Hold still,” he scolded teasingly, trailing kisses down the flushed column of throat. “Stop squirming.”

“I can’t,” Lea admitted, her voice practically a whine. “Feels so good, I can’t— god, Tim—“

“I know, sweetheart,” he reassured her with a hoarse chuckle. “You feel good, too.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted it—ah!—harder?”

Tim squeezed her breast again, twisting her nipple more roughly this time. “It’s your first time,” he explained, panting, “I gotta be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she insisted. “I want you to show me what you like. Whatever you wanna do to me, that’s what I want.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, fisting a hand in her hair, the tug at her scalp stinging in a way she found more enjoyable than she probably should’ve. “God, you’re fuckin’ perfect. You sure you want it rougher?”

“Yes,” Lea said immediately. “Yes, please.” His achingly slow thrusts were beginning to drive her insane.

The hand in her hair tightened, and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. His other hand squeezed her hip as he pulled out of her, and when he pushed back in again, he slammed in.

She moaned loudly, her back arching off the mattress. Tim leaned down and caught her nipple in his mouth, pulling it gently between his teeth as he withdrew again, only to slam his hips back against hers. The abrupt movement made him release her nipple, his teeth scraping it in the process, which was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

“Rough enough for you?” he grunted out in between thrusts.

“Mhm,” she gasped, trailing her hands up his arms. He had more muscle than she would’ve expected or someone so skinny, but when he flexed, it was really quite pronounced.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he told her. “Touch me. I’m yours.”

Something about those words lit fire in her veins, and she smiled up at him in delight, only for the expression to be cut off when he thrust into her again. Trailing her fingertips along his collarbones, up his neck and across the sharp lines of his jaw, Lea relished in the way he leaned into her touch, turning his head so as to kiss her palm.

“Tim, I—“ She couldn’t finish her statement, because he’d slammed into her again, reaching down to grasp her hips firmly. This time, though, there was no contrast between his hold on her and the way he moved inside her. This time, his fingers dug into her, hurting just a little bit as he pressed his palms against her pelvis so as to hold her down, and it matched the rough pace he’d set perfectly. 

If it weren’t for his hold on her, she would’ve been scooting across the mattress, so it was probably a good thing, but when he held her down that way, it made her want to buck her hips up against his. She attempted to do so, but he was stronger than he looked. She couldn’t lift her pelvis.

“You take it so well, Lea,” he praised, his voice low and rough. “Take my cock so well, babydoll.” When she did nothing but whine and try to buck her hips again, he slammed into her punishingly with a dark chuckle. “Be good for me. Good little princess, taking my dick like this. You like getting fucked, don’t you?” Still, she could only whine in response, so he gripped her jaw firmly, leaning in to kiss her with a gentle slowness that was almost strange in contrast to how roughly he handled her. “You’d better tell me you like it when I fuck you if you don’t want me to stop,” he chided softly, his lips brushing hers.

Suddenly terrified that he would actually stop, she immediately forced out, “I like it when you fuck me.” The words were somewhat jumbled, her voice a bit raspy, but it seemed to do satisfy him.

“Good girl,” Tim praised, pounding into her. “Oh fuck, Lea, been dreaming about this pussy. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

The hand on her jaw migrated to her hair, and he yanked her head to the side so as to mouth wetly at her neck, scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh. When he started working on another hickey, she threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him against her as he fucked her.

“More,” Lea whined, undulating her hips.

“If you want more,” he panted, “stop fuckin’ squirming.”

She barely registered the words, though; he felt too good inside her. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck that’s so good—“

“Greedy girl,” Tim growled, kissing one of the hickeys he’d given her. “Feel your pussy clenching around me, sweetheart, d’you wanna cum?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I wanna cum, Tim, I wanna cum, please make me cum—“

“Hmmm,” he hummed, considering this as he propped himself up to examine her features. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

Before he’d even finished the sentence, she was already nodding eagerly. “I’ll be good!” she promised. “I’ll be good for you, I swear, I’ll do anything you want!”

“All I want,” he told her, fucking her slower now, each thrust deep and hard, “is to fuck my fill of you whenever I feel like it.”

She nodded again. “Yes, yes, please—“

He eyed her breasts, squeezing them roughly with one hand. “Look at the way they bounce, Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered.

“Tim,” she whined desperately, needing to cum so badly she felt as if she’d die. 

“You are greedy, aren’t you?” he smirked. “Alright, baby. I’ll make you cum.”

Nearly sobbing in relief when he reached between them, she moaned as he began to rub her clit in hard, fast circles. “God, Tim, I—“

“I know,” he crooned in her ear. “I know you’re gonna cum, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum all over my dick, aren’t you?”

“I want— I want you to cum, too,” she gasped out. “Want you to cum inside me.”

He chuckled. “I’ll bet you do, you dirty little girl. Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, huh?”

“Yessssss,” she hissed, her eyes fluttering as she neared her peak. “God, I’m close, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, babydoll,” he growled. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

She came, moaning his name desperately.

Tim slammed his hips against hers repeatedly, fucking her roughly before he finally groaned and collapsed atop her.

“How was it?” he panted against her neck several minutes later.

“Huh?” she asked, too dazed to think.

“Your first time,” he clarified. “How was it?”

“Oh.” She blinked, turning the words over in her head until she could actually process them. “It was amazing.”

Lea felt him smile against her skin.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she confirmed, wrapping tired arms around him.

“Glad you enjoyed it, too, then.”

“Mmm,” she hummed sleepily.

“You tired, baby?” he asked gently, sweetly. 

“Mhm.”

“Lemme clean you up and then you can sleep, alright?” He stood, and she whined as he pulled out of her. He shushed her with a kiss to her forehead. “Let me clean you up a little real quick.”

“Mmkay.”

She let him maneuver her body around and clean between her legs until he was satisfied. When he rejoined her in bed, he took her in his arms and settled the covers over them.

She yawned, sleepily nuzzling in closer to him.

His arms tightened around her, and he pressed a kiss to her scalp.

She was out before she could formulate another coherent thought.

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[chaifootsteps]

You can tell Vivziepop doesn’t understand sex work because she has Angel working as a pornstar, stripper and prostitue. Do you know how hard it would be for a sex worker irl to do all of this?

It's ridiculous that he's supposed to be some kind of porno celebrity who everyone knows, but also working the curb. It'd be like if Timothée Chalamet's manager sent him out periodically to clean peoples' houses.

[lizzy-williams]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 ▼

((originally posted on my Wattpad, cinnamon_opal))

★ Warnings: Some angst, SMUT!!!

★Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmAZWKdCvmII 

(Wanna Be Adored by The Stone Roses)

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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮  you like this. Tears streaming, hair messed up from how many times you've run your hands through it, and your body quivering in dread. You were so lost. All you could think about is what you did wrong. You two stood in the kitchen for an hour now.

"What did I do, Timothée?" You sobbed, trying to wipe away tears, new ones replacing the old, "Why?"

"I'm sorry, I just...," he hesitated, "You just can't keep up with my life. I'm always away and you said it yourself, you want to see me more but you can't,"

"So that's what this is about? Tim, you've been in so many legendary movies to supply your life of luxury for at least another 30 years!" You were now angry, your emotions blinding you, "You're breaking up with your fiancé for a career that's plummeting??"

"Excuse me, plummetting? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Timothée paused and walked towards you and got so close, it frightened you as you bit the inside of your cheek, wishing you could turn back time.

"Everyone knows that your career is dropping. Your golden days are over, Tim. But you can't let go of that! Everybody knows it." You were now fighting back, raising your voice, "Maybe if you actually went on social media a little more, you could find article upon article talking about how everything is over. The roles you're booking are shit." You poked your finger at him angrily, an offended expression crossing Timothée's face.

"What the fuck do you know? I am one of the biggest names in Hollywood right now. This is what I've always wanted. You want me to throw away my dreams because you want to pump out a few babies and get married? I'm not meant for the white picket fence life that you dream of having!" his voice raised as well, his bare feet pacing across the wooden floor of the kitchen area.

You were now livid. You stomped towards the bedroom, wiping away the tears, no longer feeling like crying.

"Where are you going?" timothée asked annoyed.

"Stay there." You hissed in response, opening the door to your shared room and going right over to your bedside table and opened the top drawer and grabbed a magazine. A Hollywood gossip magazine. You had been meaning to bring this up for a few days.

You walked quickly back into the kitchen, slamming the magazine on the counter across from the one he was leaning against.

"Okay then, Mr. Hotshot, what the fuck is that?" You asked pointing to the cover of the magazine. It showed an image of Timothée with his arm around another girl - a pornstar - as they exited a limousine, the city behind them looking to be Los Angeles.

"Is that what you were doing on your 'work trip'?" You air-quoted, poison seeping from your mouth.

"Babe, you look way too much into this kinda garbage, you really believe this shit?" He asked, taking the magazine and slamming it back down.

"Then who the fuck is she, Timothée??!!" You were boiling over now, Tim seemingly doing the same thing. "WHO?" you pushed him back. You continued to push him until his back hit the counter edge.

"WE FUCKED, OKAY?" He yelled at you, pushing you gently back, "IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR?"

Your world stopped. Everything felt unreal as you felt as if a million pounds was just added to your chest, feeling as if you couldn't breathe. The tears began to spill from your eyes again as your eyes met his. His were also brimming with tears. You two stood in silence, staring at each other, not even knowing what the other would say next.

"Did you really?" You finally broke the silence, your eye contact breaking as you looked at the floor.

There was a long pause, "Yes." He finally said.

You sink down on your knees, not even knowing what to say.

"It didn't mean anything, I swear-"

"Would you have ever told me?" You interrupted him, "Or would you have taken it to your grave?"

He stayed silent.

"Then why Timothée?" You were so heartbroken that your mind was going fuzzy, "Then why did you fuck a PORNSTAR??"

You couldn't help it, but you felt a wave of self-consciousness. He made love to her over you.

"Because you weren't there." He replied, guilt seeping from his words.

"Wow." Was all you could say. You stood up, brushing yourself off.

You then went back into the bedroom, grabbed a duffle bag from the closet, packing him some clothes, phone charger, toothbrush, etc. Storming back into the kitchen, you slammed down the duffle bag onto the ground.

"I want you out." Your eyes tearing up and your voice cracking, "Have fun with your porno slut, you asshole." You stood over the bag, Timothée staring at you in disbelief.

"Is this what you really want?"

"Just get the fuck out of my apartment. I'll get you the rest of your shit later. I just want you out." You were full-on sobbing at this point.

He stared at you blankly.

"Did I fucking stutter?" You cried, picking up the back and shoving to him, taking his arm, and dragging him to the door, "Get the fuck out!!" You screamed, shoving him out into the apartment complex's hallway and slamming the door behind you, your back against the door.

You sobbed harder, sinking down, your heart shattered, feeling so guilty for everything although you did nothing wrong. What the hell were you going to do now?

It was several weeks since you kicked Tim out. The tabloids were everywhere, people wanting answers and interviews with you to find out what happened. Thank god Tim still respected your privacy, because you were never going to talk about that kind of thing with the press. He had sent a friend of his to pick up his things, trying not to talk to you. When he was sober at least. At least 4 times a week, Timothée would call you laving drunk voicemails, pleading you to talk to him and allow him to explain.

Just like tonight.

You sat on the couch watching a show in your sweatpants and sweatshirt, trying to pull your mind away from the fact that the person you wanted most wasn't there with you.

Suddenly your phone rang, making you jump, reaching over to pick it up. The caller ID was as to be expected.

You pushed the green button, pressing the phone up to your ear. You were silent for a second until you spoke up.

"What do you want, Timothée?" You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear and for the phone microphone to pick up.

"Baby?" you heard shuffling on the other line, "Baby, h-hey...," he said softly. Just as you had expected. Drunk.

"Do you need something?"

"I just... wanted to call. To just hear your voice. I just... god, I love you. I'm so sorry, baby, I-" he sounded so sad.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Timothée." You sat up on your couch, "You say that you love me... just tell me that when you're sober, okay?"

"Baby, please don't go," he whined, desperate for a simple conversation.

"I have to. Call me in the morning."

"No, no, don't you dare hang up this call," he would say through his teeth, getting angry.

"Goodbye, Tim."

"NO, LISTEN, DON'T-" he was cut off from you pressing the red button that hangs up the call.

You sighed, not in the mood for the TV show that was playing anymore. You stood up, turning the TV off and walking back into your bedroom, slumping down on the bed. You pulled the covers over you as tears began to sting your eyes the more you thought about the conversation you were just having. How empty your apartment felt after he was no longer there. Fuck.

Soon enough, you fell into pain-numbing sleep, escaping from what seemed like an endless spiral of negative feelings.

Bang.

The first time you heard it, you were still in a sleep-induced state, thinking it was nothing.

BANG.

Okay, it was definitely something. You slowly sat up out of bed, your bare feet touching the carpet and patting over and out into the kitchen area, hearing the noise again.

"Open up, baby, please, come onnnnn, just open the doooor," a voice on the other side of the door. You didn't even need any hints to know who was on the outside.

"Open the fucking door, babe, I know you're in there," he raised his voice, banging on the door more. Now you had to open up the door before he woke up all your neighbors.

You turned the knob, opening the door a crack. Immediately the smell of alcohol permitted your senses, almost making you gag.

"What is it, Tim."

"Baby, please let me in, I just wanna talk, please baby, I need to talk to you,"

Jesus, he looked like a mess. His hair was messed up to all hell, bags under his eyes, a dirty sweatshirt and black sweatpants. He was pale and looked ill. That's when you spotted the open wound on his forehead. It looked like something you got when you got a bottle hit over your head. You didn't even want to know.

You sighed, thinking you were going to regret this later. You opened the door, pulling him inside.

"We're going to the bathroom," you said, his hand holding yours as you guided him to the hall, his body stumbling back and forth, trying to regain balance. You opened the bathroom door, sitting him on the counter.

A few seconds later, you got some disinfectant and a few other things to help make him look less...that. You took off his hoodie that had its fair amount of stains on it. After you had finally finished, you ordered him to take a shower to help him sober up at least a little bit.

You sat there reading a book on the bed, waiting for him to find his way out of the bathroom. You heard the bathroom door open, Tim walking out with sweatpants he had left at the apartment. You had put his other clothes in the wash.

"Hey, uh... I'm done with the shower," he said, your gaze going to him and away from the page of your book.

You nodded your head in confirmation, Tim smiling, trying to act like there wasn't anything wrong.

"You can spend the night on the couch if you want, just until you sober up." you offered.

Timothée stopped and smiled, you could have sworn you saw him tear up, "Even when people are so cruel to you, you always had kindness in your heart for them."

It astounded him that even after everything he'd done, everything he'd said, you still went out of your way to care for him.

"Words can't describe how sorry I am, I...," this time his tears were threatening to fall.

As much as you hated to admit it,  you still loved him and cared for him. You still had a soft spot for him, despite the fact he had done things to you that should never be done to another human being. You could see that he was having a hard time without you. He was a mess, and you could see it when he walked in.

You closed your book and sat up off the bed, opening your arms, motioning him to embrace you. He gave a weak smile, tears finally falling as he walked over to you, taking a seat next to you on the bed as you wrapped your arms around him, his head burying itself into your neck as he began to cry, your hand rubbing his back.

His nose grazed your neck as he lifted his head to give a small kiss to your neck, the pecks continuing to progress, soon turning into passionate kisses along your throat, making you squirm. You couldn't lie, you missed moments like these. Intimate moments.

"Timothée," you started, not wanting to take advantage of his tipsy state.

"Shh, baby, just let me make you feel good," he continued, going down a little lower, nipping and sucking on your collar bone.

"Timothée, you're drunk," you pushed him back slightly, his eyes meeting yours.

"I've wanted nothing more than to come over and show you how much you meant to me. I know I fucked up, and I want nothing more than to take everything back. But without you, I'm so lost. I can't think. You're my everything," he paused, taking your hand in his, "Just please, let me show you how much I need you,"

You nodded your head slowly and quietly. His lips attached to yours, a feeling you had been longing for ever since you shoved him out the door. He began to undress you, throwing your shirt to the side, exposing your breasts making him curse under his breath, his mouth attaching to them almost immediately, swirling his tongue around them, making you release an erotic mewl, the sounds only driving him to kiss down your stomach.

Once he reached the hem of your leggings, he put his fingers underneath the waistband, pulling down both your underwear and pants in one swift movement, making you gasp as he discarded of them quickly, his long fingers grasping the inside of your thighs, gently prodding them apart, completely exposing you.

He slowly leaned his head down to where you wanted him most, his tongue giving you a rough kitten lick right on your clit, making you whine in anticipation. You loved how he knew your body so well, even better than you did.

Your hands found their way to his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, beckoning him to continue. He then took your small hands from his hair and put them in his hands as he began to go down on you, licking and sucking your pussy, making you moan out and grab his hands tighter, his thumb sub-consciously smoothing over the back of your hand, making your legs tingle and your fingers twitch.

"Fuck, Tim," you sighed, his tongue finding its way inside you, making you bite your lip.

"You taste so good, baby," he groaned, the vibrations making you moan out, your head burying itself in the back into the pillows as your eyes began to roll back.

He then detached one of his hands from yours, inserting two fingers, replacing his tongue, making you moan louder, a familiar knot beginning to form, your pussy tingling as he continued to work you, your mind going fuzzy.

"FucK - g-gonna... cum-," you gasped out in parts, Timothée now inserting his fingers quicker and quicker.

Your legs began to shake as you began to release, Timothée taking out his fingers, watching you - marveling - in the sight that he caused. Your back was arched, your hair slightly messy, lips swollen, cum gushing out of your entrance. Your mouth hung open as loud primal moans escaped your mouth, making you feel amazing.

Once you had calmed down, he moved up, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as you kissed back, your hands once again going to his hair, his body pressed up against yours. He then swung his leg over your body so he was straddling you, his head going down and sucking your neck as he lines himself up.

He pauses, looking into your eyes, "I missed you, baby, I missed you so fucking much," he mutters, beginning to insert himself, making you grab onto his arms.

When he fully inserted himself, you let out a small exhale, his lips meeting yours as be gave you time to adjust. It had been a while.

After he paused, he waited for your nod to continue, which you anxiously allowed, determined to have him make you reach nirvana. You were's disappointed, his thrusts gaining speed quickly, more erotic mewls and groans erupting from your chest, only egging him on to continue... to go faster.

"Fuck, I missed you," he breathed, "I missed this tight fuckin pussy. My tight fuckin pussy. Nobody can make me feel the way you do, baby."

His words mixed with the knot once again tightening in your stomach was almost too much, the need for a climax almost painful, as you felt him get close as well. Your core clenched, making his bite his lip, his head going to the side of your neck, going fast as he could manage, which made the feelings in your pussy all the more mind-numbing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered out, making him groan in confirmation.

"Me too baby,"

Suddenly, you felt your legs twitch, your body seizing up so much your muscles felt week, your eyes rolling back as you saw stars in your eyelids. You reached your rapture with complete and utter bliss, Timothée climaxing inside of you, knowing you were on birth control.

He helped you ride out your orgasm as well as his own. Your head was so clouded at this point, you didn't even know where to begin. He pulled out, laying down next to you, pulling you close as your body shook slightly from the leftover pleasure still coursing through your body.

"We don't have to talk about this now," he started.

"Shut up, don't ruin the moment," you snapped with a smile on your face.

"I love you," he said gently, his hands playing with your hair.

"Goodnight, Timothée."

[lapetitepersonne]

Hey! I’m trying to get into reading more for my New Years resolution and I thought I would just ask random blogs I follow. All the ones I see on the tag are like all the same?? I was trying to see some different ones :) thanks! 🕊

Hello :D

Oh that's a cool initiative !! I love reading and I actually had in the back of my mind this resolution to read more books (and less fanfics haha) this year too ! But anyway here goes :

Non French books I read in French :

- Chaos Walking by Patrick Ness (one of my fave trilogies ever, I will never shut up about it, if you read it get ready to get hurt)

- The Rest Of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness (yes again. I love Patrick ok. And this is just a small book, a “friendly satire of YA literature” as it is described on goodreads haha and its mostly about friendship and its just SO GOOD)

- His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman (my beloved <3)

- A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin (yeah I know everyone has seen the show...... but the books are amazing and I love them....... waiting for book 6 for 9 years now has been agony)

- Under the Dome by Stephen King (it's my fave novel by King and idk what you think about King and I would have a lot to say about his work, positive and negative, but I still love it and I love horror and I love this one book in particular.... I also liked It (except for The Scene iykyk), The Long Walk and the first part of The Stand)

- Circe by Madeline Miller (also : The Song of Achilles. They're both great buuuut Circe is my favorite by a bit. You've probably heard about The Song of Achilles, Tumblr is big on this one haha)

- Malgré tout by Jordi Lafebre (it's a graphic novel and GOSH I'm in love with the artstyle - "malgré tout" would be translated to "despite everything" and it's just a lovely love story that we discover backwards, going from the end towards the beginning and GNNN just read it or just look at it because it’s beautiful)

French/Belgian/Quebecois books I don't know if they got translated in English (but I don't see why not + I hope so actually because they're so good) :

- Tobie Lolness by Timothée de Fombelle (it's so well written and poetic in French, I hope it translates well in English if you read it, but not only that, the story, the characters, the atmosphere, everything is just captivating so ! Can’t recommend it enough)

- King Kong Théorie by Virginie Despentes (an essay on man/woman relationships, prostitution (Despentes is a former pornstar), rape, etc, I think everone should read it at least once. Also, by the same author, you have the trilogy Vernon Subutex that I’m reading right now which is about a man in Paris becoming homeless and going from friend’s couch to friend’s couch, I’m at the third book and it’s great too !! A bit slow and confusing at the start but I devoured the second book and now I’m close to the big finale)

- La Passe Miroir by Christelle Dabos (I believe it's The Mirror Visitor in English : it's so well written in French, I don't know how it translates in English but anyway : there are four books, I'm at book 3 and it's soooo gooood, my fave is book 2 for the moment)

- Celle que... je ne suis pas by Vanyda ("The one... I'm not", a graphic novel, first book of a serie of 3 books, book 2 being Celle que... je voudrais être, "The one... I would like to be" and book 3 being Celle que... je suis, "The one... I am". I remember being obsessed with those when I was a teen. Will probably buy them one day, if not very soon bc now that I talk about it it's being too long since I read them haha)

- Stupeurs et Tremblements by Amélie Nothomb (she wrote A LOT of books and I read like a little dozen of them and this one is not necessarily her best but I don't know when I think of her I think of this one first. Her books are really easy to read and weird and uncomfortable but really engrossing. I can also recommend you : Hygiène de l'Assassin (her first book), Métaphysique des tubes, Les Catilinaires and Cosmétique de l'Ennemi)

- Les Nombrils by Delaf and Dubuc (”The Bellybuttons” - okay, if you check it you're going to think 'wth is that why would someone recommend it' and yeah okay EXCEPT it's fucking good ?? The first volumes are mostly one page stories and the main intrigue is really light BUT around book 4 the plot really picks up and starts to get more serious and gives more depth to the characters and ahhhh maybe its just the nostalgia talking and also the french part of me bc its actually really popular here but idk I still love it and I can't wait for the next volume)

- Culottées 1 & 2 by Penelope Bagieu (two graphic novels about more or less famous women who did whatever they wanted !! In English, it got translated into “Brazen” I believe ! Can’t recommend it enough)

There ! Don’t know what it’s worth (maybe you’ve already read everything haha) but that was fun to do (and a bit depressing too bc I realized I didn’t have much to recommend actually but yeah whatever I’m going to read more too :D) ! Thank you for the ask, hope at least one of these will grab your interest !

Also : don’t hesitate to rec books too (if you have some to share) !

[pecherlecriture]

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

warning: smut

\\Timmy and you are having dinner with some friends and you both have to leave earlier bc Timmy starts teasing you //

note: once again I apologise if it has spelling or grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language, hope you don't mind ♡

REMEMBER MY REQUEST ABOUT TOM OR TIMMY ARE ALWAYS OPEN❤️

His hand was holding your thigh hardly, rubbing soft circles getting closer and closer to your core. Your breathing was uneven and you were currently trying to keep the conversation you were having with your friend; Timothée and you were having dinner with some old friends;having a great time and eating an amazing food. Everything was going excellent, you were using a silky red dress and he was using a black suit, he looked beyond perfect and you couldn't wait to run your hands on his hair and make an even bigger mess of it. And by the look of it he had the same idea as you, but he couldn't wait to get home. For a moment he pulls his hand away and you feel you can start breathing normally again, fuck he does things to you.

"I need to go to the bathroom, excuse me" Timothée says while he gives you a wink and stands up, you look to his pants and you can clearly see he had a boner, luckily for both of you your friends quickly started talking to each other about something you couldn't quite care, not when all you wanted to do was have his face right between your thighs making you scream his name. 

He leaves and you drink some more wine, your phone vibrate and you take at look at it, Timmy had send you a text. It said "Baby I need you, come to the bathroom please, I'll make it worth it" you read it and instantly feel how your cheeks heat up making you red, you cough and pull yourself together.

"I need to make a phone call, excuse me" you say and leave not bothering to make sure if they heard you or not.

You opened the door to the unisex bathroom, and you take at look at what it was in front of you.

"Hi pretty girl" he smirks at you and you instantly jump at him and starts making out with him. You grab his hair tightly and he grabs your hips even more tightly. He pushed you against the ceramic wall and grab one of your legs and his hand goes down to your ass and grab it firmly, you moan shamelessly on his mouth and he smirks once again "What is it baby? what is that you want?" he ask you.

"You, please you" you beg and start grinding your hips into his. " I need you to fuck me baby please " you bite your lip and he instantly smiles.

"Let's get home so i can take good care of you" he kiss you once again. "I'll have you screaming my name out of those pretty sinful lips" He opens the door and leaves you alone on the bathroom feeling horny as ever. You look at yourself in the mirror and realize how your lips were so red by all the hard make out, you wash your face and leave the bathroom, once you get to the table Timmy was saying goodbye to your friends already. 

The car ride to Timmy's department was silent, full of sexual tension, you were feeling pretty naughty so you decided to tease him a little. You put your hand on his dick and start touching it slowly

"Baby you shouldn't be doing that" he says and you can see his knuckles turning white grabbing the wheel hardly, fuck you wish that was you. "But why not?" you ask as innocent as you can and he just send you a little look and keeps his focus on the road.

He stops in the parking lot and both of you leave the car, completely silent till both of you were inside the elevator; the door shuts and he is instantly having his hand all over you 

"Such a dirty girl huh?"he asks with a serious look on his face looking straight at your eyes, you couldn't help but feel hornier and hornier "have to look so fucking beautiful with that dress, can't help but  want to tear it apart so badly " he looks down at your lips and lick his own, the elevator dings and the door opens, he pulls away from you and keep a straight face when some people come inside. You want until your floor and finally come out of the elevator, Timothée grabs you by your hip while both of you walk towards his apartment. He opens the door and let you come inside first, you walk and leave your purse on the table that was in the center, you turn around and you see Timothée looking at you, his eyes looked dark and started walking towards you very ,very slowly.

"I really wanna fuck you as hard as I want right now" He says and you feel a chill go through your spine. " Please do" you whisper loud enough for him to hear and that sets him off.

He grabs you by your thighs and you wrap your legs around him kissing you hardly, he starts walking towards the bedroom and let's you down on his bed, he starts to kiss your neck and grab one of your breast hardly

"Fuck" you moan and he smiles "You like that?" he ask " I haven't even done anything " he smirks and you start to unbutton his shirt, he quickly takes it away and start to pull his pants down leaving him only on his boxers, that were very very tight may I add.

He's on the edge of the bed and you stand up, so you could be sitting down on the bed looking up at him, you start running your hands on his abs and get close to him so you could kiss him on his stomach, he shivered and close his eyes for a second so you decide to tease him some more. You kiss his dick through his boxers and he grabs your hair tightly "Don't play with me babygirl". He grabs you making you stand up and turn you around " so fucking beautiful" he whispers while he starts undressing you.

Once your dress is on the floor alongside your underwear Timmy is already making a mess of you, he's kissing your neck and giving you a couple of bites while he's pushing you in your back onto the bed, his hands start crawling up your thigh and stop the second is way too close to your core, he doesn't hesitate and starts fingering you hard while his thumb started playing with you clit

"Mm fuck baby" you moan with your eyes close  and he can't help but think to himself how fucking beautiful you are. 

"You like that princess?" he asks you smirking and start fingering you even harder if possible "Fuck!" you scream "You gonna make me cum" you say and he stops immediately and you whine once you feel his fingers leaving your dripping pussy.

"Don't worry baby" he takes off his boxers "We are not even close to be done".

He's on top of you and kissing you hard, you move your hand towards his hips and start touching his hard dick

"S-shit" he whispers and you let out a little giggle

"So sensitive" You say and he just laugh and grab his dick and starts pushing into you

"So fucking tight babygirl" You don't get to say more before he has you moaning his name

His thrust were primal, pushing you harder onto the bed you could feel you were gonna break it. You grab his curls and tug them, that's something that always makes him hornier and that's exactly what you wanted, he holds your hips and pulls you on top of him, always being inside you.

"C'mon baby, you are shy all of the sudden?" he ask you and you just want to ride him to the next fucking sunset "Didn't look very shy a few seconds ago moaning like a fucking pornstar making an amazing show for me" he smile and you can't stop yourself, you bounce on him and scream his name from the top of your lungs

"S-shit beautiful you are perfect" he grabs your tits firmly and starts playing with your nipples, he sits down so you two are even more close than before and he start licking your nipples while grabbing your ass firmly helping you so you could bounce even harder on top of him 

"I- I'm so,so close baby" you moan in his ear. He grabs you hips and put his feet in the bed so he can pound harder into you 

"Come for me, do it come all over my cock, been such a good girl" he moans over your lips and you come undone, the knot on your belly finally snaps and you can feel how Timothées orgasm starts happening and his cum feels you up

"Holy fuck" he whispers dropping his head into your breast and you laugh

"You ok?" you ask and grab his face making him look at you

"Never better" he says and kiss you softly "You were amazing as always baby" you blush and he kiss your cheek "How about a bubble bath and a movie huh?" he ask kissing your knuckles 

"Yes please,that sounds amazing" You answer and he looks at you with the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. 

K, this was a lil wild for me not gonna lie (I'm a complete liar I loved writing this but whatever) hopefully you enjoy it and always remember you can request whatever you want either with Timothée or Tom✨. Hope you enjoy my first smut with Timmy🤤

[timotheetea]

Holy shit the video!!!! Does the pornstar actually look like timothee? What is your opinion?

Hm kinda, the hair is similarish but he’s by far not as gorgeous as timothée is. sorry just putting it out there 

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

I have cum very strong with the last chapter of "Title of Your Sex Tape". Fuck,deliciously perverted, this Tim certainly knows how to use his tongue.

Thank you for not abandoning this story.

I will not abandon a story ever, worry not! Wait till you read the next one, I’m working on it now 😉

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Do you know how soon you’ll update toyst? No pressure, I just love it sm!

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At some point? Definitely at some point. Honestly, anon, I just watched B&A, so that’s all I’m thinking about, so you’re more likely to see some Lee/Maren in the very near future than you are any of my RPFs, sorry 😅

I think I’ve got some of it written, though, so feel free to DM me if you want the link for the doc! It’s like less than 1k rn tho sorry

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Is there going to be more chapters of Title of your sextape?? 👀🥲🥺

YES THERE WILL BE! The way I generally do things is by finishing each fic and then posting, just because I jump from fic to fic so often, but I’m getting enough asks about this one for me to wonder if I should just post as I write these chapters. It might be months between chapters, mind you (I’m still only one scene into chapter two), but is that something you guys would want, is for me to just post them as I write them rather than when the whole fic is done the way I have done with the others? Lmk what you’re wanting and I’ll do it lol

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

will you continue the title of your sextape by any chance?

I will indeed! The reason I don’t tend to post my fics as I write them (I have many, many, many unpublished WIPs across many fandoms) is because I jump around so often and subsequently take a long time to finish each one, generally speaking. Currently, I’m working on two oneshots for Ready or Not that I hope to have posted within the next couple of days. While you wait, I recommend the following authors: @meetmyothersouls @thestarsaregivenonceonly @notjohnlegere @timotheechalamett

Thank you for your ask and interest in my fic(s) 💗 you and anyone else who’s 18+ is more than welcome on my writing server where we discuss my fics, Tim, and whatever the fuck we want. You’re also welcome in my inbox, of course!

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

When is chapter 3 of title of your sex tape releasing? I feel like a druggie without her drugs waiting on it!! 😩😭😩😭

I don’t have a set schedule for my fics, sorry lmao

Currently I’m trying to focus on my submission for the @duneminibang

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Hi sweetheart! When are you going to upload the second chapter of "Title of your sex tape" , that fic drives me crazy! I think you're magnificent, really. I don't know how to ask you to tag me, I'm a bit new to this network. Thanks love

Aw thank you! I’m hoping to post it sometime today since it’s Lea’s birthday (I just need to, y’know. Write it)! I’ll add you to the tag list. Would you like to be tagged for just that one or all of my fics?

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

I can't find the 2nd chapter to the Name if Your Sex Tape story that I am obsessed with 🙂

Thank you, I’m so glad you liked it! Here is chapter two!

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

fanworks creators self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fanworks you’ve made, then pass on to at least five other creators 💖

Thank you to @meetmyothersouls and @mayangelsleadyouin for asking for these!

I recommend (in order of posting) Lost in Translation (AmyLaurie), The Pros and Cons of Falling in Love (Timothée Chalamet x OC), In Name Only (PaulIrulan), Ready Or Not (Timothée Chalamet x OC soulmate fic) Title of Your Sex Tape (pornstar!Timothée x OC, unfinished).