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hemmingsleclerc · 10 months ago
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''Is it obvious?'' | Timothée Chalamet
timothée chalamet x fem!reader
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ynln miss shooting w these people!!!
username ugh I would love to know if timmy and yn know each other in rl đŸ˜©
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username give us more bts pics!!!
zendaya my girlllll 😍💗
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enews timothee chalamet was seen with a girl in the airport this morning looking very close sources confirm
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yndaily NO WAY YN AND TIMOTHÉE KISSING TODAY IN NY
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ynln I picked the right one ❀
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tchalamet MY GIRL!!!! â€ïžđŸ’ƒđŸ’ƒđŸ’‹đŸ€˜đŸ»đŸ€˜đŸ»đŸ€˜đŸ»
zendaya đŸ„ș💕
tomholland congrats mates!
blakelively so so happy for you two!!
vancityreynolds blake's crying for you but anyway, congratulations kids! but keep those photos for yourselves xx
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lixzey · 1 year ago
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forever yours.
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Timothée Chalamet, cheating on Kylie Jenner? The Wonka actor was spotted kissing an unknown woman in Los Angeles!
You stared at the article on your phone, your hands shaking. You knew you shouldn't think about it; after all, you and TimothĂ©e have been dating for four years, and he loves you—only you. But nobody knew that, though. He was a world-famous actor, and you were someone who just so happened to have his heart. You two had decided to keep the relationship low-key and private, away from the chaotic world of Hollywood. Nobody outside of both of your families and friends knew who you were or what you looked like.
You sighed, plopping down on the bed in your boyfriend's apartment. You have been living with him for the last two years, and you loved every bit of it. TimothĂ©e was the sweetest boyfriend; he loved to spoil you. He gives you everything that you deserve and more—his words, not yours. You couldn't ask for anything more; you were happily content with the love of your life.
But you still can't brush off the fact that in this story, you were the bad guy. 
It all started in December 2022, when Timothée was forced to date Kylie Jenner. His management thought that it would be beneficial for him, seeing that Kylie was Forbes' youngest self-made billionaire and had tons of fans, maybe more than Timothée had. At first, your boyfriend was reluctant. He didn't want to date anyone else other than you. You two argued, but in the end, you convinced him that it would be good for his career. 
Timothée signed the contract, and he was obligated to date the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner. 
It started with little appearances like Kylie showing up at your home, and you had to leave or hide because there were paparazzis all over the perimeter of your house. Your boyfriend was absolutely apologetic that you had to pretend that you were not his, and it broke his heart to see you smile from the sidelines. 
You assured him that everything's alright. You were okay with everything, as long as, at the end of the day, he came back home to you. 
Some TimothĂ©e's fans were hopelessly praying that it was all some sort of PR stunt—which it actually was, but you signed a non-disclosure agreement. You had no choice but to keep it to yourself. Their 'relationship' went on and on, giving the people the benefit of the doubt. 
Until early September, when the PR team decided that it was time to make it public.
You were a little bit heartbroken when you saw it on social media. It was at Beyoncé's birthday concert, a celebrity-studded event, which made it the perfect opportunity to show off their relationship. The way Kylie Jenner had her hands all over your man made your blood boil. Timothée looked uncomfortable, but he didn't have any other choice. You wanted to go and just punch that plastic woman for having her claws all over your boyfriend, but you couldn't do anything. You hated it, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Because if you did, Timothée would drop it before you could even say no. 
The way your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around that plastic bitch made you want to slap her and tear off all the plastic she had in her fake body. The way she kissed your man made you want to feed her to the sharks in the Atlantic Ocean. The way your boyfriend had his hand over her ass made you want to go and make a deal with the devil to rid the world of that woman, and maybe chop off your boyfriend's hands while you're at it. But again, you couldn't do a thing. You were left to watch while another woman pawed at your man. 
TimothĂ©e did everything to make it up to you. He would always assure you that it was all for show and nothing more. He loved you, only you, and he would never dream of hurting you. You knew that, of course, but you can't help getting annoyed by it—you won't tell him that though, because you couldn't. 
But now you were a homewrecker, a slut. 
Apparently, someone saw you and your boyfriend kissing. It was your fourth anniversary. TimothĂ©e had brought you to your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles and was enjoying the night, celebrating four years of love. After a bit of wine, he kissed you, like he always did—momentarily forgetting his 'girlfriend'. 
The next day, the photo of you and your boyfriend kissing was all over the internet. People were calling you a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, and more. You practically had death threats filling up semi-trucks. People were telling you who you are, and you didn't have a choice, all because you loved Timothée. 
All of this for what? Celebrating four years with the man you love? 
You buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. You felt like the whole world was against you, like you were the villain in some twisted fairytale. What did you do to even deserve any of this? You just wanted to be with your man, but the world had other plans. 
“Mon amour? Are you here?” A voice echoed from downstairs. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, putting on another fake smile as you walked down. 
“Hey, love. Are you hungry?” You asked, voice breaking. TimothĂ©e looked at you, and you knew he knew something was wrong. You mentally kicked yourself for being so utterly stupid.
“What's wrong, mon amour?” TimothĂ©e asked, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms. 
“Nothing, it's alright.” You lied. You were getting pretty good at lying, not that you were proud of it. 
TimothĂ©e sighed, his arms wrapping you tighter against his body. “Y/n, please, baby. I know something's wrong; you've been crying.” You could hear his heartbeat, the loud thumping in his chest calming you. You sighed loudly, burying your face into his chest, the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils. You pulled away abruptly, and the look of confusion on his face made your heart wrench inside your chest.
“I'm okay, don't worry.” 
TimothĂ©e cupped your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. “Y/n, please, mon amour. Just tell me, I just want to help.” 
You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Have you seen the tabloids?”
TimothĂ©e sighed, knowing it was about his fake relationship again. “Can you tell me what it is, baby? I'm sorry I haven't checked out the news.”
“It's just....it's silly, honestly.”
“It's not silly if it's bothering you, my love.” 
“Someone saw us kissing yesterday, and it's all over the tabloids.” you mumbled, your eyes glued to the floor. 
“Oh, baby,” TimothĂ©e whispered. “I'm so sorry; I dragged you into this. It's all my fault.” he muttered.
Your heart broke when he said it was his fault. It wasn't; it was the people who were quick to judge. “It isn't your fault, Tim.” 
“It is, baby. I shouldn't have agreed to that PR stunt. I should've just turned it down and spent all of my time with you instead-” You cut him off with your lips crashing with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt all of your worries evaporate into thin air, and all that mattered was him. The man you have spent four years with, the man you see a future with. 
You pulled away, making him growl as the feeling of your lips left his. You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you more, baby. But
.” 
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what, baby?” You asked worriedly. 
“Can I see what the article says? And anything else related to it?” 
Your eyes widened slightly. It was one thing for you to read all of those horrid things people have written about you, but Timothée? He would break at the words people have said about you, and you couldn't live with him thinking his fans were horrible to the woman he loves. 
“Baby
.” 
“Please, mon amour? You don't deserve to get all the hate.”
You playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension. “Who said I was getting hate?” 
TimothĂ©e chuckled. “I know Hollywood.”
You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed your temples. “It's horrible, mon amour.” 
“I don't care; I still love you no matter what.” 
“You really want to read it?”
“Yes, I do.” 
You opened your phone and showed him one of the videos on TikTok about the articles. 
timmyfan1: omg timmy cheated on kylie with her? yuck, homewrecker. 
kyliestan_: such a slut, going after someone else's boyfriend.
timotheestan: die bitch
– timobaby: yeah, go die in a ditch you slut. 
– kyjennerbaby: not timothĂ©e's fans wanting the girl to die 😭
timotheechalamalabingbong: not timothĂ©e throwing away his relationship and career for this girl 😭 
kyliebaby: poor kylie, got her heart broken by this douchebag
jennersisters: anyone want to help me find that girl and slap the shit outta her?
– user1: count me in! 
– user2: me too! i'm gonna drag that little bitch down 
“I'm so sorry, mon amour,” TimothĂ©e whispered as he turned the phone off. “You don't deserve any of this.” 
You smiled sadly at him. “I know, but this is nothing.”
“No, it's not nothing. They want you to die, and that's not okay
” 
“I don't have any plans on dying, Timmy.” You chuckled. 
"Butïżœïżœbut...”
"No buts. I know it hurts, but we have to live with it. I have to live with it. You'll just have to focus on your career, okay?” 
TimothĂ©e sighed in defeat. “You're the most precious person in this world; you don't deserve this.”
“And you know it.” You smiled, grabbing his hand in yours. “I don't care about their words anymore, as long as I have you.”
“I don't deserve you.” 
“You do; you deserve me and more.” You chuckled, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, no matter what.”
“I love you, Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” TimothĂ©e planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you again to his chest. “I'm yours, forever yours.”
You sighed contentedly, melting at his touch, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend's arms. The only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him; no one could ever take away your happiness. 
Your boyfriend, your Timothée, yours. 
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theghostinyourwalls · 6 months ago
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thebetawolfgirl · 1 year ago
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Silent Promise
Word count: 503
Warnings: Slight smut!
A/N: This is my first ever Timmy fic so please be gentle
Pairing: Timmy/Reader
Silent Promise
You were expecting him home soon, the concert would’ve finished about a half hour ago and he would be making his way home to you.
He was a nervous wreck getting dressed earlier. He was excited to go see Beyoncé in concert, he had bought the tickets weeks in advance and got a spot in the VIP area. But he had wanted to take you, not Kylie. He was furious with his PR team when they said he had to go with Kylie Jenner.
This was supposed to be the first time going public with you, the love of his life, and now he was told he would have to go with her after all the rumours that were spreading.
You both knew of course it was the family that had started the rumours in order to ‘repair’ Kylie’s damaged image, but TimothĂ©e didn’t expect he would actually have to get involved with any of it.
When the video of him kissing her at the concert started going around you knew it was fake instantly by the way he looked straight at the camera that had ‘caught’ them. And you also knew Timmy’s anxiety would be through the roof at the thought of you seeing it and thinking the worst of him.
You were floating on your back in the pool when you heard him come through the front door. You knew he would be tearing his way through every room until he found you, you saw the bedroom light go on upstairs and felt his gaze find you at the window, and then the light went off. He was in his boxers by the time he got to the back door and just jumped right in, swimming underneath until resurfacing right in front of you.
His wet hair was clinging to his forehead as you looked at each other before he wrapped his arms around your waist and without a word kissed you gently. You kissed him back holding onto his shoulders as you both got heated in the kiss. Timmy lifted you onto the edge of the pool without breaking the kiss, and wrapped your legs around him holding onto your thighs. He removed both your bikini and his boxers and pushed himself out of the water as you lay back pulling him over you.
You could feel his length against your thigh and slid your hand down to his lower back to guide him as he pushed into you.
Timmy slammed hard into you as your legs wrapped around his waist and he buried his face against your neck breathing heavily rocking his hips against yours.
You lifted his head and kissed him passionately without saying a word and you both came together soon after panting heavily with Timmy shaking in your arms.
You knew what he was trying to say as he carried you upstairs to bed and crawled back into your arms to fall asleep.
No matter what, he would always come home to you, and only you.
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youaintnothinbuta · 11 months ago
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“thank you for telling me how you really feel” — willy wonka x reader
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Summary: you and Willy go on your little day out date, and later that night share a kiss (or two) ;)
Pairing: Timothée!Wonka x fem!reader
Word count: 544
Warnings: again, disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos
Part one here!
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“I can’t believe that actually works.” You marveled, in awe of his scheme that allows him to slip in and out unnoticed by Ms Scrubbit or Bleacher.
“Of course it does, I’ve been doing it for weeks.” Willy replied with a hint of pride, his eyes glinting mischievously.
You shook your head in disbelief, a laugh escaping your lips. Willy, with a confident flourish, guided you through the charming streets of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you entered a cozy cafe, the gentle chime of a bell announcing your arrival.
As you sat in the quaint cafe, sipping coffee and exchanging stories, the atmosphere hummed with an undeniable connection between you two. Willy couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his eyes filled with genuine affection.
The day unfolded with a natural ease, the initial nervousness giving way to a comfortable familiarity that hinted at a deeper connection forming between you and Willy. It became evident that this date was more than just a casual outing.
As night fell back at Mrs. Scrubbit’s, you found yourself once again in Willy’s room, a quiet sanctuary full of wonder, that seemed to let you forget about the fact that you were quite literally stuck in this place forever. He handed you a small, heart-shaped chocolate.
“Here, try this one.”
“What does this do?” you asked, eyes searching for clues in his mischievous smile.
“It makes you kiss the chocolatier,” Willy said, his tone playful.
You squinted at him, uncertain of the truth, and popped the chocolate in your mouth. The rich sweetness enveloped your senses, and you sighed with delight as it melted on your tongue. Willy watched with anticipation, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
With a boldness surprising to Willy, you leaned in, placing your lips against his. Tenderly, he kissed you back, his hand finding your waist.
“Yes!” The moment was interrupted by a cheer from the hallway, and both of you turned to see Noodle, her hand over her mouth in realisation.
“Noodle!” Willy scolded, swiftly closing the door on her grinning face.
“Sorry!” She shouted, before backing off into her own bedroom.
You chuckled, the sound echoing in the room as you shared a moment of laughter at Noodle’s unexpected enthusiasm. Willy, holding your waist, finally confessed, “I lied, by the way. There’s nothing in those chocolates.”
Your smile faltered, cheeks flushing red.
“But thank you for telling me how you really feel,” he added, his smile genuine.
As the laughter subsided, a comfortable silence settled between you and Willy in the dimly lit room. The mischievous glint in Willy’s eyes spoke of a shared secret, a connection that had blossomed unexpectedly. Amidst the hushed atmosphere, Willy leaned in once again, his lips meeting yours in another soft, lingering kiss.
As you pulled away, the room seemed to hold the echo of that shared kiss. Willy’s eyes met yours, and in that silent exchange, an understanding passed between you two. It was a chapter in the midst of unfolding.
“Goodnight, Willy,” you whispered.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
With one last stolen glance, you retreated into the hallway, leaving Willy’s room and the intimate atmosphere behind.
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babyflorencee · 11 months ago
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Sleepy
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Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader
I was currently on my way to pick up my boyfriend Timothée from his house, because we both made plans with a few of our high school friends a while back. I was really excited to hangout with them since I haven't seen them for a while due to Timothée's hectic acting career.
Once I pulled up to his driveway, I pulled my phone out to text him that I was here. Once I sent the message, I picked up my water bottle, about to take a drink, when I heard the passenger door open, then slam shut. I looked to the side to see Timothée slumped down in the seat with his head resting against the car door.
"Hey baby," I said, but got no response in return.
"Baby?" I said again, but this time he turned his head to look at me, a weak smile plastered on his face.
Once I got a good look at his face, I immediately felt bad for him. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages; he had blood-shot eyes, he was slightly paler than usual, with terrible eye bags, and to top it all off, a bad case of bed head. But I still thought that he looked absolutely mesmerizing. "Hi mon amour," he said quietly, almost in a whisper.
I leaned over to place a small kiss on his cheek, which earned a small smile from him.
"I've missed you," he said, grabbing my hand and interlocking it with his own, bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss to my knuckles.
"I missed you too," I replied, starting to back out of the driveway.
Once we arrived at the cafe where we would be meeting our friends at, I looked to the side, to see Timothée sleeping; so I leaned over to him, unbuckling his seatbelt and slightly shaking him, trying to wake him up. "We're here."
I heard Timothée let out a groan, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What's the matter, Tim?" I asked him, moving a strand of black hair out of his eye, then pressing the palm of my hand to his cheek.
He placed his hand over mine, leaning into my touch. "Oh nothing much, I'm just tired." He replied, letting out a sigh.
"We can go home if you're not feeling good."
"It's okay, mon amour, I'm feeling fine, just a little drowsy, that's all," he said, giving me a reassuring smile.
Once we got out of the car, Timothée interlocked our hands together, placing a kiss to the side of my head. "Timmy look, it's them!" I said excitedly, running a little to get to them quicker, pulling him along with me.
Once we reached their table, my friend Sally immediately got up from her seat, running up to us and engulfing me in a tight hug. "Finally, you guys are here. I was starting to think y'all were gonna stand me up," she said, laughing.
"Hey," I said back, laughing a little before all three of us took our seats.
"Wasn't Mike supposed to be here?" Timothée asked.
"Oh yeah, no, he was supposed to come, but he got held up at the office," Sally said, shaking her head a little with her words.
Once the waitress came and took our orders, I turned to Timothée, seeing that he was struggling to keep his eyes open. After a few minutes, I felt a heavyweight go on my shoulder. Looking up a little, I saw Timothée's head resting on my shoulder. I quickly kissed his forehead, mumbling a quick 'I love you' before continuing my conversation with Sally.
After a few minutes, I felt his hand unlock with mine, and I could feel him fiddling with my rings. After an hour goes by, and we finished our coffee and caught up on everything, I decided that it was time to get Timothée home. "Okay, well, we should probably head home," I said with a pout on my face.
"Yeah, of course, of course." She said back, as all three of us stood up.
"Well, we definitely need to do this more often," I said, pulling her into a tight hug.
Once we said our goodbyes and parted ways, me and Timothée walked back to our car, getting inside, and interlocking our hands once again. "Did you sleep at all last night?" I asked Timothée, turning my head to look at him.
"Not really." He quietly said, kissing my lips before resting his head against the door.
Once we arrived at his house, I turned the engine off before turning to face him, "We're here darling," I said, placing multiple kisses on his cheek.
He let out a groan before lifting his head up and unbuckling his seat belt, "Can you come inside, I wanna cuddle," he said with a pout."
"Of course," I said, smiling.
We opened our doors before walking to the front door. Once we made our way to the bedroom, he immediately pushed me onto his bed, situating himself onto of me before burying his head into the crook of my neck. "Je t'aime," he said.
"I love you too,"
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kteezy997 · 4 months ago
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be the mother of my kids//t.c.
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Warnings: established relationship, smut, Timmy is down bad for reader, boob obsessed Timmy, titty sucking, titty worship, mention of having children, mention of breast milk, cowgirl, calling reader good girl, cursing, cum shot, uhhh breeding kink if you squint
Timmy had just come over to you apartment, and got into your bed. He waited for you patiently as you got ready for bed, but you knew he was eager. If you hadn’t already known, the big silly grin on his face gave away what he wanted when you came into your room.
You had a cute little nightdress that left little to the imagination. You wanted to make love as well.
“Get over here.” he demanded, biting his lip.
As you approached his side of the bed, he put his hands on your hips, guiding you to straddle his lap.
He pushed your hair away from your face, held your cheeks, saying, “You’re so pretty, baby. I love you, you know that?”
You blushed, smiling like an idiot. You had only recently said the three big words: I love you, to each other. So, it was still very fresh to hear him say it so casually. It gave you butterflies each time. “Yes, I know that. And I love you, Chalamet.” You slid your fingers into the silkiness of his curls. You were so proud to be his.
He let out a soft moan and leaned in to kiss your neck. He slowly ran his hands over your collarbones, over your shoulders and down your arms a bit. He sucked on your neck.
You leaned your head back, giving Timmy more skin to nibble at. You started to moan.
His hands soon molded onto your breasts. He moved his warm lips down your chest, giving whispers of kisses to the top of your breasts. He squeezed them through the material of your satin dress. He let a groan slip out of his mouth. He was turned on. You knew this man well.
“Fuck, I love your tits too.” he kissed your skin, his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress.
You giggled at his comment. The familiar warmth of arousal was mounting inside of you.
Timmy casted the flimsy straps aside, and pulled the front of your nightie down to let your breasts free. “It’s not a laughing matter.” he spoke seriously, looking at your nude breasts then up into your eyes. “I think about them like
every ten seconds.”
You laughed, “TimothĂ©e.”
“No, really, it’s a problem.” he held your face so tenderly and said, “You’re destroying me. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
You were becoming feral. You pulled him into a rather heated kiss.
“I can’t focus because of you.” he admitted when you took a break for air.
You kissed him again, giving his hair a playful tug.
His hands were on your tits again and he looked up at you, “Can I
”
You nodded, thinking it was silly of him to try and ask.
He gently latched his lips onto your left nipple, and pulled you close with his arms around you.
His mouth was warm and wet, he flicked his tongue over your nipple, sending waves of pleasure pulsing down to your core.
Timmy hummed as he had his mouth full of your tit. He put his hand on your other breast, massaging the swell of it. He pinched your right nipple as he carefully sunk his teeth into the left one.
The sensations made your legs twitch against him slightly, making you whimper.
He switched his mouth to your other nipple, rolling his tongue around it, tracing the outline before suckling. He groaned as he popped off of your breast, but he held them still. “God, I love these tits, they’re amazing, they will feed my future babies. They will be so pretty full of milk.” he panted softly, kissing your breasts.
Your heart fluttered. Everything he had said was so hot, but one piece of it stuck out to you. “You
you want to have babies with me, Timmy?” you asked.
You tucked his arms back around you, looked up into your eyes, “Of course I do.” he gave your lips a smooch, “Be the mother of my kids, please?” He blinked slowly, looking so sweet with his wide eyes.
You pulled him into a deep kiss, gliding your tongue into his mouth. “Mm, yes I will. I’ll have your babies.” you murmured against his lips.
His satisfied moan vibrated your lips, “Good girl.” He slid his hands down to squeeze your butt.
His needy hands prompted you to buck your hips slowly in his lap as you made out. You took it upon yourself to gently take his hard cock in your hand, pressing his tip to your slick hole. Your entire body tingled at the sensation, you trembled.
“Just take my cock, my love. Be good for me.” he cooed, his breath ragged as you sank down onto his length.
"Ughh." you shuddered, moving your hips, grinding them on Timmy's lap. You kept your pace for a moment, then switched to bouncing on him, clapping your ass against his thighs.
"Fuck yeah." Timmy muttered under his breath, pressing his fingers into your hips. He used his arm strength to help you move up and down on his cock.
The warm sensation of his cock rutting against your walls was seeping into you. "mmm-mm." you whimpered, bucking down on him harder.
Timmy grabbed your hands, tucking his fingers in between yours, holding your hands tightly at your sides.
You kept a strong grip on his hands as well, using him to motivate your jolting hips. You threw your head back, feeling the pounding in your pussy, becoming overstimulated by the slapping of your skin on Timmy's. "Fuck!" you cried, clenching your eyes shut.
"Oh, baby, your legs are shaking so much." Timmy said in breathy huffs.
Once he said it, you noticed that you were shaky. You weren’t aware of how needy you were for him until that moment. You whimpered, took the lord's name in vain. You started to move your hips erratically, no rhythm, you were only seeking pleasure. Like scratching an unbearable itch, but it was euphoria you were striking. The surface of it had been penetrated.
You came, and Timmy held you still against him.
He pulled his cock out. “Oh, shit!” he cursed, reaching down to jerk himself.
Once you got your bearings, you wanted to help him, so you shifted your body to lean down and put your mouth on his cock. Softly, you sucked on the head, which was a deep red. The veins along his shaft were bulging, you felt it on your lips.
“Ah, good girl, y/n.” Timmy panted, smoothing your hair back out of your way so you could bob your head.
You moaned on his cock, trying with all of your might to suck the cum out of him. You ran your tongue on the underside of his length, and looked up at him, seeing his mouth take on an “O” shape.
Timmy growled lowly and cursed again as he shot his load into your mouth.
You swallowed every bit, sucking his tip clean, moaning as you tasted the saltiness of his specimen.
“Next time, I will breed you.” he said, petting your hair as he watched you.
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Imperial
[ Paul Atreides x F!Reader ] 1307 words
Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor’s eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? ARRAIGNED MARRIAGE TROPE EXCEPT BOTH PARTIES ARE PISSY ABOUT IT, not proofread LOL.
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A/n: I plan on writing a prequel at some point. This is most definitely going to be multi part
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Your father stood beside you as the door of our ship slowly lowered, meeting the grassy ground of Caladan with a deep thud.
The air was cold, crisp, and smelt of the sea. The same sea you could hear smashing against the cliff side with the help of the impenetrable wind.
A fog lingered in the air as you watched four guards step out forward and as you follow, the Atredies household seem to rise out of the ground as you walked towards the estate.
Standing tall, cold, still and terrified you watch as the Duke of Atreides, and soon the Imperium, limps towards your father, bloodied knife in hand.
“The life debt has been payed” Irulan, your little sister, pushes out.
Your head snaps to look at her and instantly you speak, only thinking to spare your family
“Spare our fathers life and I will be your bride. The throne will be yours” you speak, looking the young Atredies in the eyes. Anger, chaos, and rage is all you can see within them.
Hidden behind layers of metal blinds and chain mail, your eyes went to the body of Feyd-Rautha. Still and cold. This is the first time anyone has seen him so
 at peace.
Your body shakes when the Duke of Atreides drives his foot into the ground in-front of the Emperor. A horrifying silence fell over the room as he slowly outstretches his hand, the only sound in the space being the hot Arakkis wind and Paul’s labored breathing.
Fear. That is all you feel as you watch your father hesitantly take the Dukes left hand and begin the decent to his knees. How could this be happening? The imperium is going to swallow this naive boy whole and take your whole family down with him.
The second your fathers lips touched the cold metal everyone dropped to their knees, including Irulian. All who stood were you, Paul, and a fremen who soon stormed out. You took a deep breath.
Once you arrived inside Paul and your father disappeared to discuss the implications of this agreement. The transfer of your ownership.
You were left standing in-front of a large window facing the cliff side, an Atreides guard standing a few feet behind you. You loathed him already, you hated his very existence. This false prophet. As the waves crashed against the jagged cliff you tried to savor your remaining moment of pseudo-freedom. Alas, women are never free in this world.
“You are requested for dinner, your highness” A member of the staff stammered out. You let out a small hum before turning around with a polite smile. From the moment you were born this is what you were made for. A political marriage. One of convenience. You stepped forward.
“Of course”
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Paul was already there, seated at the head of the table. He did not look up on your entrance, but he did acknowledge your presence. A small nod was the only thing he offered as a greeting, his focus being on your father who was discussing trade routes.
You took a seat next to your father as you waited for the arrival of Lady Jessica. Hands in lap you picked at your nails until you could no longer, a rage burning within you.
Soon she entered before taking a seat on Paul’s right. Their blue eyes were captivating, despite their departure from the desert planet.
The wedding was to be held on the home of the Atredies, Caladan. Every and all representatives of the Great Houses and other branches of the Imperium were to be present.
“It is an event of extreme significance” Lady Jessica spoke, “we have 4 weeks before the wedding where we will then depart back to Arakkis shortly there after.”
You took a deep breath as you watched her, your eyes occasionally drifting to Paul.
“I believe it is time for a proper introduction.” Jessica said looking at Paul. She says your full name and motions to you with her hand, “Lady Corrino is the firstborn child of late-emperor Shaddam, and the heiress of the imperium.”
“My lord.” You bid him a nod of acknowledgment before averting your eyes to the table. You thought that if you stared at it long enough you would wake up from this night terror.
A nod was his response to your greeting as he looked away from you, turning back towards the window. In the distance, he could just make out the edge of the caladan sea, the endless gray waves lapping up against the estate's cliffside property.
Beside him, he could hear his mother speak to you again. "I trust your journey was not too terrible."
“It was pleasant. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Your father spoke and your gut churned. The normality of this exchange is twisting your mind in ways you cannot imagine. The politeness, the facade, it all made you sick.
"Good." A simple statement. Paul felt no motivation to continue the conversation even before it had started. His mother continued on with her own chatter with you and your father.
"But for now, I will let and paul get to know each other a bit more while I escort you back to your ship." Jessica smiled, taking the cue to step away. she gave him a pointed look before she left, however-- be polite. A trade of ownership, you have been successfully dumped at the doorstep of the Atredies and once your father left this planet you would be at their mercy.
A sickening silence fell over the room. Paul glanced away from you, not wishing to return any look. Instead, his eyes searched through the rain-soaked windows, seeking for something to do besides idle chat. This was a waste of time.
“I am as dissatisfied about this as you are my lord” You boldly state. Not caring for any reprimanding or impoliteness. You were filled with rage and nothing more. Blinded by your distasteful and undesirable future.
He raised an eyebrow in your direction, glancing back at you. Silence lingered between them for a moment before he finally spoke. "and what gave it away?"
“Political Marriages are always a fuss”
A soft chuckle. he had to give you respect for that. It was the first time in your conversation with him as of yet that you were not just spouting nonsense. "No, I have to agree with you on this point. There is nothing convenient about being wed for political purposes."
It was almost humorous, in a way. He was stuck with you just as you were with him. “Two strangers tied together by duty.” There was just a hint of a sigh at the end of his words, he sounded just a little bitter. Paul’s eyes flicked off in a random direction, finding no real distraction from you and he was stuck within the room with you.
“Tell me about yourself." His voice was flat as he asked the question, it was more out of curiosity than any deep interest.
“I’m educated in Imperium law, structure, history
” you drone on about all of your prospects. Hobbies you were forced to have as a child to prepare you for this future.
"you're a woman of talents, it seems." He says
It was better to have a pretty fiancé who also did not seem like she needed to be supervised all the time. At least it meant his duties were lessened, to a degree. He could focus on other things, rather than wasting a moment worrying after you.
“Shall I walk you to your room, my lady? it was long journey and you must be worn out." His voice held a tone of kindness only one in high society is trained to have. Superficially sincere. You wanted to vomit.
“That would be lovely thank you” you smile
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cannibalizedlove · 6 months ago
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Timothée Chalamet (characters) x Male reader headcannons
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Information and warnings — smutty and fluffy head cannons, head cannons for my favorite timmy characters, kink head cannons, all male x male ideas.
Hal, The King.
- Obsessed with showing you off, you’re his consort, and he makes it known.
- Absolutely possessive and will have anyone who looks at you for too long be beheaded.
- Loves spoiling you, you live in absolute luxury.
- Takes you horse back riding all the time, it’s his favorite activity to do with you.
- Trains you in combat even though he knows you’ll never need it, he’ll always protect you.
- Degrader to the max, he loves letting you know you’re below him.
- Loves when you worship him, definitely more of a receiver than giver.
- Completely vocal, a slew of groans, curses and degrading remarks never stop leaving his mouth.
- Dom for sure, he’s too prideful to be below you, but if you beg enough, maybe he’ll let you inside him.
- Definitely into pet play, you’re his mutt and he makes it known.
- Always adding “my” infront of pet names, degrading or not. Ex: My sweetheart, my pathetic boy, my whore.
- Kinks including; cock worship, breeding, power imbalance, exhibition, humiliation (giving), sadism, impact play, pet play.
Laurie, Little Women.
- He’s always writing you love letters.
- The biggest sweetheart and an even bigger flirt.
- Takes you to see all the newest films, and pays more attention to your reactions than the film itself.
- Your relationship is hidden, due to the time period.
- He treats you like a bestfriend in public, simply for the safety of the both of you, but loves you like a dog behind closed doors.
- Laurie waited until you told him you loved him before he made any sexual advances, he wanted it to be purely making love; not having sex.
- He always will treat you first, you’re his everything, of course he’ll get you off before himself.
- Not the most vocal, but definitely not silent.
- He prefers to let out soft moans and quiet praises rather than being vocal and over the top.
- Obsessed with sucking you off, and more so the faces and noises you make during it.
- He’s a sweet boy, the most intense he gets is probably the occasional slap on the ass when you look too good.
- Kinks include: praise and breeding, otherwise he’s mostly vanilla.
Lee, Bones and All.
- Absolute lover boy, attached to your hip.
- He’s a complete house husband, always cooking you something when you get home.
- If you’re also an eater, he’ll always make sure they’re not a threat anymore before even letting you see the body.
- If you’re not an eater, he’ll make sure to only feed off of people who are a safe option, he never wants you to have to see him hurt.
- He’s always singing country tunes to you in the pick up, and holding your hand as he drives.
- If you’re ever called any slur while you’re out with him, he’ll tell you to run along before feasting on them.
- Lee’s a big crier, anytime you hug him and tell him you love him, the waterworks come out.
- He’s out and proud, he doesn’t care about any homophobia and constantly talks about his boyfriend.
- For a long time he refused to have any kinky sex, he was terrified of hurting you and never wanted to talk down on you; you’re perfect to him and he never wanted you to think any less.
- When you told him that it was okay, and you wanted him to be more aggressive in the bedroom — he gave you that exactly.
- He’s obsessed with making you suck on his fingers, and loves staring down at you while you do.
- Loves giving you handjobs and watching you squirm.
- Lee fucks like a rabbit, fast and hard, and for hours.
- Ties you up and blindfolds you while playing with your cock.
- He was surprised he enjoyed being topped, but still gives you directions while you’re inside of him, top or bottom; he’s definitely the dom.
- Kinks include: Bondage, sensory deprivation, daddy kink (both ways), exhibition, gagging, praise and degration.
Elio, Call Me by Your Name.
- Always taking you to parties, showing you off to everyone.
- Loves dancing with you, and pushes you out on the dance floor before you can say no.
- Annotates books and lends them to you, asking if you liked the parts he highlighted.
- Takes you swimming constantly, always throwing you into the water and laughing when you yell at him.
- Plays songs for you every time you come over, telling you you’re as handsome as the piano’s melody.
- Bikes out to the markets early to bring back gifts as soon as you wake up.
- Flops onto you and holds you tight when he cries, never ashamed to be himself with you.
- When hes angry he’ll throw things in his room, and you always help him fix them.
- Likes when you hold him like a child and read to him, and has fallen asleep many times while sucking on your chest or neck.
- Always sneaking you past Mafalda in the late hours of the night.
- 100% whiney and whimpery, you have to kiss him to swallow his drawn out moans.
- Loves receiving head, and thinks you’re magic the way you work his length.
- A switch but prefers when you take control and use him.
- Obsessed with just going dumb, he wants you to control him, make decisions for him and use him whenever you want.
- Cries often during sex just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, always begging you to hold him through the tears.
- He’s definitely into being your pet, just being a complete boytoy for your use, enjoying being your lap dog.
- Calls you Mister and begs for your attention when he’s needy.
- Kinks include: Orgasm control, pet play, age play, free use, edging, dry humping, spanking.
Paul Atreides, Dune.
- Another absolute lover boy.
- He had dreams about you for months, and when he first saw you his heart skipped a beat.
- He’s completely devoted to you, he thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread and doesn’t dare to give anyone the amount of attention he gives you.
- Paul absolutely yearns for you, he feels like a piece of him is missing when he can’t see his boy.
- He offers to train you, even though he knows you’re much, much better than him.
- During nightmares he wakes up in cold sweats and sobs into your chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
- He always tries to call the largest sandworm to impress you, and offers you a ride every time.
- Paul isn’t a very sexual person, but he enjoys pleasing you whenever you ask him.
- He always goes slow and holds you the whole way through, being as gentle as he can be.
- He has a fantasy about using The Voice on you, but is much too nervous to tell you about it.
- Kinks include: He enjoys calling you mommy sexually or not, (yes even if you’re a man, he’s got serious mommy issues), praise kink, vanilla.
Kyle Scheible, Lady Bird.
- After Lady Bird, Kyle worked on himself and found that he was head over heels for you.
- You were nervous due to his reputation, but decided to give him a chance and hes forever grateful for that.
- He’s still a bit of an asshole, but in an endearing way, you love how passionate he is about things like war and taking down the economy.
- He’s always smoking a hand rolled cigarette and telling you how much he hates buying things, so he’ll always make you gifts instead of purchasing them.
- Always bringing you to his gigs, and cheesily shouting you out in the crowd.
- He writes all his songs about you, you’re his muse.
- At first he was embarrassed dating a guy, especially at catholic school, but he quickly got over it when he realized you were too amazing to pass up over some dumb homophobia.
- He’s obsessed with marking you, you never leave the house without a purple splotch to tell everyone you’re his.
- Loves when you suck him off while he’s smoking, he’ll grab a fist full of hair and let you work while he finishes the cigarette.
- He’s not too out there kinky, but he’s definitely rough.
- He loves manhandling you and turning you into a bitch.
- Definitely has a thing for calling you the F slur.
- Always forces your head down when he finishes, making you take it all.
- Kinks include: rough sex, manhandling, being burned with cigarettes, marking, slur usage.
Gatsby Welles, Rainy Day in New York.
- GOD this man.
- He does everything for you, you’re his muse and he’s obsessed.
- Always gambling to buy you the nicest things.
- As stated in the movie, Gatsby has autism, so it’s a bit difficult for him to express how he feels completely, but he always shows you how much he loves you in any way possible.
- Always talking about things to do in New York, the two of you are never stuck in the house.
- Whenever he reads romance novels, he imagines the two of you as the main characters.
- Sings to you all the time, especially to get you to sleep.
- Total cuddler, he’s laying on you, holding you, latching onto you whenever he can.
- Always refers to you as “my boy”, or “my angel boy”, complete romantic.
- Takes you for walks anytime it’s raining, and always winks when your clothes become soaked and begin to cling to your body.
- You’re his everything, he’ll do anything for you, as soon as you ask for something you have it done.
- Same goes for the bedroom, anytime you bring up an idea or concept, he has it done that night, he loves spicing things up.
- The most gentle lover in the world, he doesn’t like hurting you unless specifically asked for, and even then he’s extremely gentle on the slaps.
- Somehow gets more poetic during sex, hes always finding new ways to sweep you off your feet.
- His biggest fantasy is having you cock warm him while he plays piano, and can’t wait to ask you for it.
- Kinks include: loving you, yearning for you, did I mention loving you.
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The prince of the Paddock ┃T.C
timothée chalamet x fem!f1mercedes!reader
summary: Everybody know yn, the queen of the track but her bf is also important 😘
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mine, forever mine.
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Timothée couldn't help but smile as he watched his girlfriend, Y/N, sleep peacefully. She had looked so tired that he hadn't had the heart to wake her up, even though they had planned to go stargazing tonight.
He sat beside her, taking in her beauty and breathing in the smell of her. Timothée's heart thundered in his chest as he watched her sleep, her gentle breaths like a soothing melody to his ears. In the darkness of the night, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the woman who lay beside him. She was like a delicate flower, beautiful yet strong, fragile yet resilient. As he traced his fingers over her skin, he wondered how he had been lucky enough to find her in the chaos of their world. Her laughter was contagious, and her smile could brighten up even the darkest of days. She had this way of making him feel like he was the only person in the world, and he loved her for that.
Timothée remembered how they met; fate had intervened in the most unexpected way, and he was grateful for that every single day. She was his best friend, his confidante, and his lover, all rolled into one. He couldn't imagine his life without her. When they first met five years ago, Timothée thought that she was way out of his league. Saoirse had convinced him to go out with one of her friends for lunch, and it was love at first sight. Timothée remembered that day vividly. He had been so nervous; his palms were sweating, but he was determined to make a good impression. He had put on his best outfit and made sure he was impeccably groomed. When she arrived, it was like the sun had suddenly come out and lit up the entire room. She was so beautiful and graceful, like an angel that fell from heaven, and he could hardly take his eyes off of her. Somehow, she had been able to see past his awkwardness and insecurity and accept him, no questions asked. She had quickly put him at ease with her warm personality and friendly smile.
It was like a spark of electricity that lit up his world, and he never looked back. He had never felt so alive before, and he knew that he was meant to spend his life with her. From their very first date, Timothée and Y/n had created the type of bond that most people spend their entire lives searching for. It was clear that they had a connection that would never be broken, no matter the circumstance.
Timothée admired how Y/n seemed to find happiness in the simplest things, always appreciating the beauty and little wonders that life offered. Y/n didn't deserve to get all of this hate, she was the purest soul. She taught him to slow down and accept life's imperfections, something he had struggled with in the past. Every time he looked at her, he thought the same thing: how lucky he was to have her in his life. For as long as he had known her, she was soft yet resilient. She had compassion and creativity.
TimothĂ©e was beyond grateful to Saoirse for setting them up in the most unexpected way. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Y/n completed him in ways he never knew were possible. She knew his deepest fears and his darkest secrets, and yet she loved him unconditionally. She was his rock, his safe haven, and his home.
There were so many times that Timothée was certain she was going to walk out of his life. His career always got in the way of their time for each other. He always asked himself why she was still with him after all of the shit he'd put her through, like that one time when Y/n told him she was going to make dinner for him and completely forgot. But despite his shortcomings, Y/n stayed. She loved him because of who he was, and she assured him she was not going anywhere. Timothée was sure that his woman must have the patience of a saint, because sometimes it terrified him.
Timothée wanted to show her off and brag to the world about her. He wanted to tie the knot with her and spend the rest of his life with her. But his management stood in the way of that. He imagined them sitting on the porch of a cozy house, holding hands as they watched the sun set over the horizon while their children ran around, chasing each other through the yard. He couldn't imagine anyone else he'd spend the rest of his life with.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
I'm going to show her off, whether they like it or not.
Sighing, he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Thank you for loving me, mon amour. I'm going to make it up to you. I love you.”
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“Where are you taking me, baby?“ You asked as you fidgeted with the cloth that covered your eyes. “Is the blindfold really necessary?” 
TimothĂ©e chuckled. “Be patient, mon amour. We're almost there; just hang in here tight."
“Can you give me a clue where you're taking me? Come on, babyyy!” You whined, your nose scrunching in annoyance, making your boyfriend laugh.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine, laugh.”
It's been a week since the article blew up. You didn't give it any more attention; instead, you focused on your boyfriend, giving him all the love he deserves. You spent the week cooking for him, which he highly appreciated after a long day of working on the go.
Now, your boyfriend is taking you somewhere blindfolded. You had no idea where he was taking you, but knowing your boyfriend, it was another one of his surprises.
Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly. You heard your boyfriend get out of the driver's seat before opening the door on the passenger side.
"You ready, mon amour?"
“I can't see a thing; I'm absolutely ready.” You rolled your eyes at him—not that he could see it, though.
“There's my sarcastic girl.” TimothĂ©e chuckled, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the car.
Timothée slowly led you from behind, telling you when to turn and when to walk straight. After what felt like hours, Timothée finally instructed you to stop. You felt the soft grass beneath your feet and heard the faint background hum of a crowd of people. Finally, someone removed the blindfold, and you blink several times, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. When your eyes finally adjusted, your breath caught in your throat.
The entire gazebo was lit up with twinkling lights, like thousands of stars had been scattered across the ground. Rose petals decorated the entire path leading to the middle. Timothée's family stood beside yours with huge grins plastered on their faces. Both yours and Timothée's friends were also there, smiling brightly. Bystanders stood around with cameras everywhere, trying to capture the moment. Suddenly, your eyes widened when your eyes landed on a familiar brunette; Kylie Jenner was smiling at you from the sidelines, giving you a thumbs up and silently urging you to go to your boyfriend.
You slowly walked towards your boyfriend, tears shining in your eyes as you realized what was happening. Timothée grabbed your hands, and life began to blur out around you as he began to speak.
“The very first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one. You looked like an angel that fell from heaven, and I could hardly take his eyes off of you. You have this way of making me feel like I'm the only guy in the world. How have I been so lucky to find you amidst the chaos of the world? Your smile could brighten up even the darkest of days. You were like a spark of electricity that lit up my world. You taught me to slow down and accept life's imperfections. I can't imagine a life without you, mon amour. You are my rock, my safe haven, and my home.” His voice was shaky, but his words were clear and true.
TimothĂ©e fell on a bent knee, a beautiful diamond ring in his hand. His eyes were full of love and admiration. “So what do you say, my beautiful angel? Will you marry me? ” 
Tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed into TimothĂ©e's green eyes. “Yes,“ you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd around you.
“Yes, I will marry you!” You threw your arms around him, feeling his warmth and the beat of his heart against your chest. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and you felt as if you were floating on cloud nine. You leaned in close to TimothĂ©e and whispered, “I love you, TimothĂ©e Chalamet,” and you meant it with all your heart and more.
Timothée slipped the ring onto your finger, and the two of you shared a kiss that felt like forever.
You couldn't believe that you were engaged to the man of your dreams, the man who had swept you off your feet and made her believe in true love. You looked around at the smiling faces surrounding the two of you, feeling overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude.
“I hope you get used to my fans looking at you, mon amour.” TimothĂ©e chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I want to take you around the world. They don't have to understand. I'm going to rub it in their face that I put a ring on your hand.”
You giggled, kissing his nose. “That'll take a bit of getting used to.”
“I'm going to show you off, whether they like it or not.”
“You're the one.” You whispered, before capturing his lips in yours. “Mine, forever mine.”
You couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him, the man you love, your soon-to-be husband.
Your fiancé, your future, your Timothée, yours. 
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thebetawolfgirl · 1 year ago
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We’re Just Friends
Pairing: Timmy x Reader
Warnings: Umm
 Friends to lovers? Smut!
A/N: New Fic!
We’re Just Friends
Timothée and y/n had been friends since they were 10 years old. They knew nothing else but each other, they could spot each other from opposite ends of the school yard.
She could find him in a room full of people.
The point is they were close. Closer than siblings, except when they argued it wasn’t like siblings would argue, and it never lasted very long.
Y/n and her friends were getting ready for a party at her apartment, she was trying on dresses in her walk in wardrobe while one of her friends, Daisy was telling her about this guy she had met at one of her mom’s dinner parties.
‘He has a younger brother y/n, I could set you up?’
‘Y/n doesn’t go for the business type, they bore her to death.’
She heard Timmy step into her bedroom and smiled knowing her friends would be rolling their eyes.
‘Timmy, come and help me with this dress please? The zip is stuck again!’
Timmy sighed and opened the doors to the walk in and saw the dress she was wearing, the one with zip on the front ‘Why are you wearing this dress? You know the zip always catches?’
‘Because it’s a nice dress and it’s sparkly.’ She smiles at him as he slides down the zip slowly trying not to catch it again.
She stripped herself of the dress and hung it up before walking over to get something else.
She was walking around in her underwear in front of Timmy and though they were used to their odd behaviour this was new.
Y/n never stripped in front of anyone let alone walking around in her underwear. She didn’t even get undressed in front of her own mother, but here she was walking around half naked in front of her only guy friend.
‘Okay I need to go. As much as I would love to stay for your fashion show I have to get ready.’
Y/n frowned ‘Where you going?’
‘I’m going to be at that party tonight. My sister was invited so I’m going with her.’
Y/n smiled widely and jumped into his arms hugging him tightly, ‘YOURE GOING TOO????’
He chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and nodded. ‘Yes I’m going too. So I will see you there.’
She let him go, smiling and kissed his cheek before he buried his face in her neck swaying with her before letting her go ‘Get dressed before you catch a chill.’
She turned and squealed as he slapped her ass and turned round to smack his chest scolding him ‘Timmy. Go!’
He smirked as she clicked her tongue and walked out the door while her friends were whispering to each other glancing at them.
‘Y/n why haven’t you and Timmy gotten together?’
‘We’re just friends, and he’s with Stephanie now.’
‘Timmy doesn’t act like that with Stephanie.’ Daisy said raising her eyebrow.
‘In fact I don’t think he’s even touched her in that way.’
Y/n’s head snapped up looking over at her friend ‘What do you mean by that?’
‘I mean Stephanie has been complaining that Timmy still hasn’t slept with her. They’ve been going out for weeks!’
‘That’s impossible.’ Y/n shook her head and went into the bathroom to begin her makeup.
Later after her friends left to get ready themselves y/n heard the door open and close and footsteps come toward her room
‘Timmy?’ She called from the bathroom ‘Is that you?’
‘Yeah, sorry. I know I said we’d meet at the party but can I just arrive with you?’ He came into the bathroom and leaned against the door watching her as she nodded in confirmation.
‘Of course. What’s wrong?’ She asked buttoning her dress jeans and walking over to him.
‘Stephanie found out I’m going to the party after I told her I wasn’t going. Now she wants to go with me, but I already said I was escorting my sister. But Pauline is going with someone else so she doesn’t need me to escort her.’
‘Now Stephanie is pissed because you won’t take her.’ Timmy nodded resting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back as he lay his head against her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
‘Why haven’t you slept with Stephanie yet?’ Y/n asked against his shoulder.
‘It doesn’t seem like the right time.’
He mumbled back, his voice muffled against her skin. ‘You smell good.’
She smiled playing with the curls at his neck.
‘Thank you, it’s cinnamon scented lotion.’
He moved his head, sliding his hand to hold the back of her neck and bit down sucking hard.
‘Ow! Not edible lotion you freak!’ She shoved him playfully, letting him hit the wall as she looked at her neck in the mirror and glared back at his smirking face ‘Im telling everyone you’re a vampire and you tried to eat me!’
He continued to smirk as she grabbed her jacket and bag walking out with him. ‘Come on.’
He followed obediently and walked down to the cab she had ordered in advance and told him to get in with her ignoring his insistence he could walk ‘Timmy get in, you’re not walking anywhere, it’s New York and it’s freezing.’
‘Fine!’ He slid in beside her and they made their way to the party together.
Halfway there she grabbed his phone and got some pics together in the cab and even got a cheeky one of her grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.
He posted one to his social media captioning it “Party time with bestie” and tagged her.
When they reached their destination they paid the driver and quickly got inside when it began to rain. Neither of them considered Stephanie would be attending so Timmy stayed by y/n’s side during the party.
Some of the older guests assumed they were a couple but they always denied it saying they were just friends and they grew up together.
Stephanie arrived an hour after them and sought out Timmy and found him getting cosy with y/n with his arm around her waist nuzzling her neck.
Y/n saw her entering the party and nudged Timmy pointing to his girlfriend and y/n heard him sigh against her neck and she patted his back ‘Go. Now.’ He left with a peck on her neck and she sighed as he approached Stephanie and watched the way he held her and kissed her in greeting.
Her friends were right, Timmy was completely different with Stephanie than he was with her. It was as if he was touching something nasty, y/n knew from just watching them he didn’t like touching her. Wether they were like this in private, she didn’t know. But this interaction was painful to watch.
She watched as they left the room to go out into the garden so y/n decided to subtly follow them when she was stopped by Daisy and some guy.
‘Y/n this is Tanner, Andy’s younger brother who I was telling you about.’
‘Oh hello, it’s not a good time right now. We’ll catch up later Daisy.’
She walked off sighing. She knew she had just been rude but she had to check on Timmy.
Y/n walked out into the garden and heard someone arguing as if they were trying to keep their voices down.
‘I just don’t get it, TimothĂ©e. We’ve been together for weeks and we still haven’t even had sex yet.’
‘I’m just not ready yet Stephanie. I’ve told you that!’ She heard him sigh, and took a peak around the corner and saw him sitting on a stone bench while Stephanie stood over him her arms folded across her chest looking upset.
‘But you won’t even touch me. Whenever I try an kiss you you turn your head away and right now when I tried to sit on your lap you pushed me off.’
‘Because you’re obsessed with sex! I’ve never met anyone so obsessed with fucking the way you are!’
‘I’m not obsessed with sex, I just want to have sex with you.’ She shouted.
Y/n had heard enough she came out of the shadow of her hiding place saying TimothĂ©e’s name ‘Timmy. Pauline is looking for you. Hello Stephanie, you look lovely as always.’ Y/n smiled nodding her head slightly in acknowledgment. Stephanie was glaring at y/n until she complimented her and she returned her smile in thank you.
Timmy stood up and followed y/n inside leaving Stephanie standing alone with her thoughts.
‘Thank you for rescuing me.’ Timmy whispered walking with y/n indoors.
‘You’re welcome, I saw you walking out with her and knew she would start something with you.’ He nodded grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray being passed around and took a sip before pulling y/n to his side by her waist and kissed her exposed shoulder, lightly nipping the skin making her turn her head towards him and wrapped her arm over his shoulder, when she saw the guy Daisy brought over make his way through the crowd towards them and sighed ‘Daisy isn’t gonna let this go until I give this guy a moment of my time.’
Timmy looked over and smirked ‘Very business type.’ He sniggered but y/n whispered his ear. ‘If you don’t come and get me in 15 minutes no more cuddles.’ He choked on his last chuckle and went pale at the very serious threat and nodded as the guy approached with a million dollar smile and y/n had to stop herself from gagging in disgust.
‘Hi, I’m-‘
‘Tanner, yes I remember. Nice to meet you.’ She held out her hand which he took and kissed her knuckles.
Oh so he was this type of guy, goodie. She could feel Timmy coming closer to her in a protective manner and smirked.
‘Would you care to dance?’
‘Sure, why not.’
He guided her to the dance floor as Timmy looked on burning a hole into the guy’s skull and walked over to Daisy pointing to his best friend’s dance partner ‘Who the fuck invited James Bond?’
‘I did, i wanted y/n to meet him.’
‘Why? He’s not her type.’
‘I thought he was handsome and cultured.’
‘He’s a shmuck and slobbering all over someone’s hand doesn’t make you cultured. It makes you look like a baby with no teeth.’
Daisy glared and stalked off while Timmy looked on counting down to 15 minutes when he could drag her away from this moron.
He didn’t know why he was acting so jealous, but he knew this guy was not y/n’s type. She liked the goofy type of guy who she could boss around but who could equally take charge when called for.
And he knew this because she ordered him around like a puppy. This guy was the type of guy that would order her food for her at a restaurant, who would feel threatened by her independence and her strength.
He looked at his watch and saw it had been 15minutes and walked over to where they were standing at the bar and was close enough to hear their conversation and knew it was not going well, for him. The guy was trying to order for her at the bar, and she was telling the bartender that she didn’t want that. He was also insisting that he would like to buy drink for her but y/n had already handed the guy her money paying for her own drink.
‘I pay my own way, I don’t need anyone’s charity.’
Timmy smiled approaching hearing the guy huffing exasperated ‘It’s not charity, it’s called being gentlemanly. A lady should never pay for her own drink at a party. Especially if a gentleman is offering to pay.’
She turned seeing Timmy approaching and tilted her head asking him ‘Timmy am I a lady?’ Timmy scoffed shaking his head ‘No. Absolutely not.’
‘And do I always pay my own way?’
‘You paid the cab ride over here.’
‘Exactly. So let this chivalrous crap go. I’m not into it. It’s more Daisy’s thing than mine.’
The guy shook his head disapprovingly and left as Timmy and y/n smiled at each other.
‘So do i still get my cuddles?’
He asked taking a sip of the very unlady like beer she had ordered for herself.
‘Yes of course you do.’ She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he hugged her back holding her tight against him before sitting on the bar stool pulling her back against him by her waist and watched the party going on around them. The music was louder now as the older guests had retired earlier and only the guests their age remained.
He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and played with the waistband of her jeans, touching her skin there. She lay her hand over his and entwined their fingers together as he leaned forward and nipped her shoulder. She leaned into him and nudged his nose with hers and kissed his cheek.
‘Is there somewhere we can go?’
He whispered against her neck and she took his hand getting up and dragged him out of the door and up a set of stairs looking for a room.
Every time she stopped to open a door he would grab her hips and nip and kiss her neck until they found a bedroom and she dragged him in behind her as he ran his hands up and grabbed fistfuls of her breasts through her waistcoat, she kicked the door shut and he slammed her against it and began sucking on her neck while turning the key in the lock behind her as she tugged on his hair trying to get him closer to her as possible. She pushed her knee between his legs and pressed against his groin causing him to bite down on her neck hard.
He grabbed her waist picking her up and tosses her on the four poster king size bed crawling on top of her when she pulled his shirt over his head as he tore the buttons off her waistcoat and wrapped his hand around her throat squeezing gently making her gasp.
She grabbed him by his head and slammed her mouth against his in a hungry kiss. He kissed back with equal hunger sliding his hands down her body before sliding her jeans down her legs, breaking the kiss he removed his own jeans before climbing back over to her, he made quick work of their underwear and he slid into her slowly, taking his time as y/n reached up and placed small kisses along his shoulders before he began thrusting into her at a steady pace as she held onto his shoulders.
Y/n gripped onto his shoulders digging her nails into his skin as he began to slam into her harder making her gasp and drag her nails halfway down his arms.
He groaned and collapsed on top of her pinning her beneath him and rammed into her wrapping her legs higher around his waist causing her to moan and jerk higher up the mattress and the bed frame to rock.
She flipped them onto his back and began to ride him and felt his hands run up her torso and grab her breasts roughly. She slammed her hips down on his making him grunt and rut his hips upwards to meet hers causing him to go deeper inside her.
He rolled them to the other side of the bed pinning her down on the mattress and slammed into her as her head hung over the side of the bed and carved his hips into hers going deep again making her groan.
He pulled her up by her neck and kissing her roughly as they came together in a sweaty panting mess as they fell back landing at the bottom of the bed tangled in the sheets.
He kissed and nipped along her collarbone and throat before burying his face against her neck clinging to her and breathing shakily.
Y/n caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair wiping his damp curls from his face.
She listened and realised the music had stopped downstairs and everyone had left.
‘It’s gone quiet downstairs. I think everyone is gone.’
She felt him move against her neck and wrap his arm tighter around her waist cuddling into her.
‘I’m not moving. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.’
She nodded and lifted his head placing an open kiss against his lips and turned onto her stomach letting Timmy kiss her back and shoulder before laying his head on her mid back closing his eyes as they drifted off to sleep!
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youaintnothinbuta · 11 months ago
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Howdy! I would like to order something from Willy Wonka (2023) In which Willy unknowingly falls in love with Reader. He consults Noodle (also Lofty) and ends up also realizing that he gets jealous when he sees Reader's interaction with a boy (And sorry if my English is bad! The english it's not my first language)
Thank you for this request, it lowkey made me blush and kick my feet while writing it, and I have a part 2 already lined up if anyone wants that !!
“Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?” — willy wonka x reader
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Summary: Willy confides in Noodle about his growing feelings for you, leading to a revelation of his love. The next day, with Noodle's insight, Willy and you share a moment of intimacy in his room, and he nervously invites you on a date, admitting his feelings.
Pairing: Timothee!Willy Wonka x fem!reader (help never thought I’d be writing this but here we are)
Word count: 758
Warnings: disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos
Part two here!
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Willy quietly made his way though the dusty, creaky hallway of Ms Scrubbit’s penitentiary, to Noodle’s room, as he could still see a faint glow coming from her lantern, a hopeful sign she was still awake.
“Noodle,” he said as he jumped into her presence, startling her slightly.
Noodle looked up from her book, noting the turmoil on Willy’s face.
“Something on your mind?” She asked.
Willy sighed, slumping onto the floor. “Yeah, something. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.”
Noodle, with her licorice wand in hand, responded, “Spill it, Willy. What's on your mind?”
Willy scratched the back of his head. “It’s Y/N. I mean, we’re friends, right? But lately, it’s like
 I don’t know.” He trailed off, unsure of if what he was saying even mattered.
Noodle grinned knowingly, “Go on.”
“I just feel like I constantly want her, you know, around.”
Noodle grabbed her pillow and shoved her face in it to conceal a squeal.
“I knew it!” She cheered, “I knew it!”, she repeated herself more quietly, realising it was late at night.
“What?” Willy asked, his curiosity peaked.
“You’re in love.” Noodle smiled.
“Oh, I don’t think I—“ his sentence was cut short by Noodle.
“Imagine her with another man. How does that make you feel?”
Willy shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “It’s fine.”
Noodle arched an eyebrow. “Willy, you’re a terrible liar. Think about it, and be honest with yourself.”
Willy frowned, pondering Noodle’s words. A subtle realisation dawned on him as he recalled moments when you interacted with others. An undercurrent of unease washed over him. “Alright. Maybe I don’t like it.”
Noodle grinned. “You have to tell her, you have to!”
Willy’s eyes widened, “No! I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She frowned.
Willy sighed, still grappling with the revelation. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if it ruins everything?”
Noodle chuckled. “You won’t know unless you try. Maybe you should let her decide how she feels.”
After a long chat, Willy and Noodle decided it was best to call it a night, otherwise they’d both be scolded by Ms Scrubbit and Bleacher for being tired or slow or who knows what else.
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The next day, you, along with Willy, Noodle, and the other poor unfortunate souls that were indebted to Ms Scrubbit were up at the crack of dawn, ready for another day of scrubbing, washing, and more scrubbing.
Noodle, with her newfound knowledge of Willy’s feelings for you, couldn’t help but notice you sneaking peaks at Willy, constantly. Every time she caught you looking, she’d go up to Willy and whisper to him, causing quite the unspoken tension between you and him.
Later that night, Willy was sat in his little room, fashioning all kinds of chocolatey creations.
“What could he possibly be up to now?” You spoke, thinking out loud as you stood at his doorway.
“Y/N!” He stood up, his heart racing by your unexpected visit.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” you giggled.
“No, no, you didn’t. I was just caught up in my chocolate musings." Willy smiled, trying to play off the moment.
You couldn't help but be fascinated by the chocolate wonderland around you. Willy, in his element, gestured toward the intricate machines and delicious creations. “This is where the magic happens,” he explained, a spark of passion in his eyes.
As you both leaned in to inspect a particularly intricate chocolate, your hands accidentally brushed against each other. There was a subtle pause, a shared moment of warmth that lingered longer than necessary. Willy felt a tingle down his spine, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if time stood still.
Clearing his throat, Willy broke the silence. “Would you like to try something special?” he offered, holding out a beautifully crafted chocolate truffle.
You accepted it with a smile, savoring the rich taste that melted on your tongue. Willy watched you intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and something deeper.
“You have a way with chocolate,” you complimented, breaking the spell.
Willy grinned, his usual charismatic demeanor returning. “Well, it is my trade.”
Before you left for the night, Willy hesitated, a nervous energy surrounding him. “I was going to sneak out of here tomorrow, go into town for a bit,” he began, “you’re welcome to join me.”
A playful smile danced on your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?”
He chuckled nervously, “Well, yes, I suppose I am.”
Your heart warmed, and you replied, “I'd love that, Willy.”
Part two here !
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angeldiarybook · 8 months ago
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Hey yall
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Mostly for scream 1996 cast,the outsiders and TWD😭but I’ll take any request for these prompts
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