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pairings: timothee chalamet x female reader

synopsis: your celebrity crush reveals his admiration for you and you can't help but tease him for it in your run in on the met gala

It was supposed to be a quiet day on set. Your latest project had been keeping you busy, and today was no different—costume fittings, script run-throughs, and a few late takes. The steady hum of activity kept you focused, but when you returned to your trailer for a break, your phone was blowing up.

Texts from friends, a slew of Instagram notifications, and several unread emails. Confused, you opened one from your manager, the subject line simply reading: You’ll want to see this.

It was a clip.

Timothée Chalamet, sitting comfortably on a late-night talk show, was in the middle of one of his now-infamous animated interviews. His laughter filled the screen, infectious and boyish, and for a brief moment, you smiled, charmed by him like everyone else.

But then the question came.

"So, Timothée, who’s your celebrity crush?"

The audience whooped, the host leaned in with a knowing grin, and Timothée, trying to play it cool, gave a little shrug.

He hesitated, his fingers running through his tousled curls in that effortless way only he could pull off. And then, with a tiny, almost bashful smile, he said your name.

Your actual name.

You froze.

The host’s mouth fell open, clearly not expecting it. "Really? Her?"

Timothée’s cheeks flushed pink, but he nodded. "Yeah, I mean, she’s incredible. Just ridiculously talented, you know? And beautiful, obviously. But she just seems..." He trailed off, his hands moving as if to grab the words out of the air. "...Like, really cool. Smart. Genuine. I don’t know, there’s something about her."

You watched the clip in stunned silence, replaying it again. And again. And again.

The internet was already in flames. Tweets, TikToks, and Instagram edits were flooding your notifications. Fans were losing their minds. You didn’t even have time to process how you felt about it.

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A Week Later: The Met Gala

The Met Gala red carpet was chaos in the best way. Flashing cameras, booming voices, and the rush of silk, sequins, and couture gowns swept around you. You moved down the carpet like you’d done a hundred times before—posing for photos, answering questions, and offering polite smiles to everyone who crossed your path.

But tonight was different. You could feel it.

The buzz in the air, the way reporters whispered to each other before approaching you. It wasn’t hard to figure out why.

“Has Timothée seen you yet?” a cheeky journalist asked as you posed, their microphone in your face.

You laughed it off, tilting your head. "I have no idea," you replied, trying to keep your voice light. "But I think that’s the question of the night, huh?"

You moved on quickly, your heart hammering in your chest. The thought of running into him tonight had lingered in the back of your mind all week, but now, as the moment seemed to inch closer, the reality of it hit you.

And then it happened.

You felt it before you saw him—the weight of his gaze. Turning slightly, your eyes met his, and everything else seemed to blur out of focus.

He looked... breathtaking. A perfectly tailored avant-garde suit hugged his lean frame, the kind only he could make look effortlessly cool. His hair was swept back just enough to still be messy, and his lips curled into a soft, almost shy smile as he walked toward you.

The cameras went berserk.

He stopped just a foot away, his eyes never leaving yours. "Hey," he said, his voice low and familiar, as though you weren’t surrounded by hundreds of people and a sea of flashing lights.

"Hey," you replied, your throat suddenly dry.

He hesitated, his hands tucked into his pockets as he glanced around. "So... I feel like I should apologize."

You raised an eyebrow, your lips tugging into a smile. "For what?"

"For accidentally turning your life into a circus," he said, his grin sheepish, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of red.

You laughed softly, the sound cutting through your nerves. "It’s fine. If anything, you gave my publicist a new hobby. Crisis management is her favorite thing."

His laugh was boyish and genuine, and for a moment, it was just the two of you.

"You really do look amazing," he said after a beat, his voice softer now. His eyes traced the intricate details of your gown like he wanted to memorize it.

"So do you," you replied, and then, feeling a little bold, you added, "Though I guess you don’t need me to tell you that."

He chuckled, shifting slightly closer. "Not true. Compliments mean a lot more when they’re coming from you."

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, and you were thankful for the dimmed lights that kept the moment from feeling too exposed.

Before either of you could say more, a handler appeared at Timothée’s side, gently reminding him he had to finish the carpet.

He glanced at them, then back at you, clearly reluctant to leave. "Guess I’ll see you inside?"

"Maybe," you teased.

As he turned to go, he shot you one last look over his shoulder, his eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite name. Excitement, maybe. Or curiosity.

And as the night wore on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over.

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SYNOPSIS: Finished writing a really nice Timothée Chalamet fic, but I wrote it using elegant language, and now i don't know how to write/transition to smut for it - suggestions appreciated! I genuinely like the story as much as Library + Fascination [Jake] and Addicted [Byeon Woo Seok] [my best written fics], so I'm super nervous.

Wrote a really good Timothee Chalamet story, but I think wrote it so well that I'm scared to write the smut for it WHICH KILLS THE WHOLE POINT because it was a Xmas SMUT fic and now it's become this REALLY BEAUTIFUL WELL BUILT LOVE STORY and I REALLY want them to fuck BUT LIKE I CANNOT it's ACTUALLY so hard because the whole fic i used poetic elegant language not the *let's fuck language* and now i don't know how to transition this into smut BECAUSE IDK HOW TO WRITE ELEGANT SMUT. I ONLY KNOW FILTHY DIRTY SMUT WRITING, and now I'm really sad BECAUSE I WROTE THE STORY SO WELL. So now IDK what to do AND I would REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR HELP any advice is welcome ! Would u guys prefer an sfw version for now and NSFW later when I figure it out, or should I leave the smut for part 2 or like HOW EVEN WHY IS THIS SO HARD SOS . IM GONNA CRY ITS SO GOOD (IN MY OPINION, PLS DONT BE UPSET IF ITS ACTUALLY MID🤣🤣😅😅)

HELP GUYSSSSSSS SOS ! 5800 WORDS TO ONLY END UP NOT BEING ABLE TO WRITE THE ENDING IS MADDDDDDDDD :(

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Lady in Waiting- Epilogue(part one)//King Hal

Warnings: Hal being a dad fluff, smut, male receiving explicit oral sex, cursing, smut, female receiving oral sex, brief adult breastfeeding

Yes, I’m making the epilogue into two parts bc I am a menace

The rest of your pregnancy went splendidly well, and you gave birth to a healthy son. Hal even broke royal protocol, adamantly insisting on being in the room while you were giving birth.

"Your Grace, this is not for a man's eyes." he had been warned by one of the nurses as she tried to hold him back from entering the bed chambers.

With a fire in his green eyes he said, “I am the father of that child. I have fought on battlefields; I have seen far more horrific things than you could imagine. I think I can handle seeing my first child brought into this world. I am the King, and I will not leave y/n's side."

His promise was as true as ever. He held your hand the entire time you were pushing, encouraging you with his gentle words, in the tender tone that he reserved you only for you and the baby.

When your son was born crying, Hal gave you the most passionate kiss, "We have a boy, my darling, oh how I love you. You were so brave,” he praised you, gave you another kiss, “you were so strong." The King had a stream of happy tears flowing down his cheeks, his eyes widening in awe as he caught his first glimpses of your baby.

"I love you, Hal." You were more weak and tired than you ever thought possible, but you were so full of love that day.

You decided to name the baby boy Quentin, meaning "fifth", a subtle nod to his father, King Henry the Fifth. Though your son would not be heir to the throne, you wanted to honor Hal, and he had tears welling in his eyes once again when you told him about the name.

"I love it. It is perfect. You are perfect." He pulled you close, gently, as you were recovering from the birth.

You and Hal were standing together, watching your baby sleep in his bassinet. "No, he is perfect." you cooed. "Just look at him. He is an angel."

"He is amazing, is he not?" Hal grinned. "Would he be disturbed if I held him now?"

"No, no. Go ahead, I am sure he will stay asleep, even if you pick him up. He will be calm, he will sense that you are his father.”

“Really? You think so?” asked your King, slowly cupping the newborn’s body in his hands, cradling him in his arms with the most caution. But Hal was not afraid to hold the baby, to care for him, unlike most fathers who wanted very little to do with raising their children.

“I know so.” you answered in a whisper, unable to take your eyes off of little Quentin.

He watched in amazement as the tiny boy breathed softly, barely making a noise as he slept.

You heard Hal sniffle as you grazed your baby’s cheek with the pads of your fingers. You looked at your man’s face, totally smitten and tears forming. “Hal,” you giggled, “you must stop crying.”

Holding the baby in one arm, he wiped his tears away with the other hand, “I am sorry, my love, but I cannot help it. You created the most beautiful little boy.”

“We did.” you insisted, carefully putting your arms around Hal without disturbing Quentin, and you kissed your King.

4 months later…

Hal had a long day of royal duties, and Quentin had been abnormally fussy on this day. You both needed some relief.

Hal finally got the baby to sleep after rocking him. After placing Q in his bassinet and tucking him in with his blanket, Hal hurried to join you in bed.

Immediately shifting on top of you, he said, cupping your face, “I could not stop thinking of you all day.” He kissed your lips, sucking them into his wet mouth with greed.

“Mm.” you moaned as his fingers weaved into your hair. You parted from his lips, “I want you to fuck me.”

He groaned softly, with a cheeky smirk.

“But first, I wish to taste your cock.” you said confidently. Being with Hal had done wonders for your self esteem. You knew you could do or say anything to him, and he would love you all the more for it. Especially something such as this.

His eyes widened, he allowed you to move from underneath him, and force him onto his back. He swallowed hard, watching you pull his trousers down.

“You did not think I forgot about your special spot, did you?” you teased, gingerly taking his half hard cock in your hands. You coated his length with some saliva, having licked your own hand, and massaged his cock until he was fully hard.

Your King’s eyes drew closed here and there as your tongue swirled around his girth, and down his shaft. He groaned deep in his throat, licking his lips. His hips would jolt upward slightly.

You used the tip of your tongue to tease the soft skin between his shaft and his full testicles. He whimpered, softly still. You moaned and wiggled your lower half, feeling wet between your legs. You suctioned your lips to his deep pink, thick tip.

“Fuck.” you heard Hal’s strained whisper. You looked at him, his eyes clenched shut for a moment before he went back to watching you.

“Mmm.” you then moved to the underside of his cock, placing your moistened tongue there, just below the tip.

Now he gasped. You saw his bottom lip quiver.

Slowly, you lapped your tongue along that spot, holding his cock in your hand. You made sure to keep your mouth wet with saliva, and alternated kissing, licking and sucking his cock, specifically his sweet spot.

“I fucking love you.” the King whined, rubbing your head softly with his hand as you pleasured him.

“I love you too, my King.” you said in between pressing tender kisses on the tip of his cock.

“Lay back, I need to taste you now.” he cooed sitting up, placing his hands on your legs as you obliged his order.

As you relaxed on the bed, Hal settled between your thighs, tucking his arms around them. He instantly flattened his tongue onto your clit, gliding along the sensitive bundle. He used his lips to suckle, you felt his teeth lightly nibble, but the licking was most prevalent, causing a friction inside of you.

You would inadvertently arch your hips, and Hal would hold you back down, attacking your lower lips more intensely each time you would move, thus creating a cycle of euphoria for you. Just as your vision went black and you were seeing stars, his actions stopped completely.

You nearly went into shock, but you were relieved to feel his cock, barely touching you at first, then slowly sliding inside of you, taking several seconds to fit his entire length. You sighed in relief, he always felt incredible when he was all the way inside of you.

It was always such a tender moment for you both, him laying on top of you, warming you up and shielding you from the world, your sweaty skin sticking to his, sharing each other’s breath. You both knew that you could never get any closer. Next to your son being born, this was the best feeling you would experience, being so intertwined with the man you loved.

……

A few hours later, Hal woke you. The room was nearly pitch black if not for the moonlight and the stars shining through the window. You blinked, your vision blurry and skewed, “Is it the baby?”

“No, no. He stirred a while ago, but I had him taken to the wet nurse, so he is fine.” Hal insisted in a hushed tone.

“Oh, well if he is alright, why did you wake me, my King?” you weren’t angry, you sat up in the bed, petting your handsome man on the head.

“Well, I was wondering if I could…” he spoke, but his tired eyes wandered down to your chest.

Hal had a wet nurse hired to feed Quentin. Your doctor said your condition after giving birth was too fragile to nurse him, and it was not customary for a royal woman to feed her own baby. But, your milk was in full supply because of the King.

It was your own little secret, just for the two of you. Late at night, he would free one of your breasts, or both, and place his warm lips around your nipple to drink some milk.

“Yes, go on, my love.” you answered, letting him nestle onto your lap, holding onto your breast after he bared it from your night dress.

Oh how it turned you on, the most powerful man in the country; tall, strong, and wise King Henry V submitting to you in the evening light to suckle your tits, kneading your breast hoping for more sweet nectar. It was satisfying to see him so subdued, so surrendered, his eyes glazing over as he got drunk on you.

You thought of stroking his big, royal cock, but maybe that would be too much for now. Maybe you could work up to it.

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Charlie Cooper x Reader!! For the Christmas mood or whatever

Summary: A grown-up Charlie brings you home to meet the family for Christmas.

Cooper Christmas

"Are you sure you want to do this? My family is...a lot." Charlie sat beside you, grasping your hand as his knee bounced anxiously.

"It's a bit late to be confirming that," you teased. "We're already behind security at the airport."

"It's never too late until we're on the plane, and even then, I'd bribe the pilot or fake a medical emergency to turn the plane around if you wanted."

Your brows knit together in concern. "Are you sure YOU want to go?"

Charlie hesitated before tentatively nodding his head. "Like I said, they're just a LOT to handle. But, for better or worse, they are my family."

"They are going to be my family, too, remember," you half-smiled, playing with the new ring that adorned your left hand. "We'll get through it together."

You both courageously boarded the flight, and soon, you left behind the crowded airport to head toward the burbs on Pittsburgh. After dropping off the luggage at the hotel and freshening up, the two of you made the short drive to Charlie's grandparents' home.

A tall, skinny teenage girl with dark hair and equally dark clothing opened the door before you and Charlie reached the top of the steps.

"Hey, sis! Merry Christmas!" He opened his arms for a hug.

"Hey," she replied flatly and turned away, leaving him hanging and the door wide open.

Charlie leaned over to whisper, "She's going through an emo phase, according to Dad. Don't take it personally." He took your hand and led you through the front door. You heard the sound of multiple conversations wafting through the home, as well as the sound of children laughing. Aside from the amusingly cold greeting, it felt warm and cozy inside.

His grandmother rushed by from the kitchen to the dining room and stopped in her tracks when she spotted her grandson.

"Oh, Charlie! You made it!" She embraced him in a squeezing hug until your presence registered. "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry. Charlie, you didn't tell me you had a plus one this year." She adjusted her hair and clothes nervously before extending her hand toward you. "I'm Charlotte."

You shook her hand as Charlie said, "Grandma, this is [Y/N], my..."

"Oh, [Y/N], what a lovely name. We'll set out another place setting for you. Please excuse me," Charlotte interrupted hurriedly. "Sam! Can you grab another plate and chair?" she yelled into the living room as she scurried away.

"You didn't tell them that I was coming?" you asked through a forced smile and gritted teeth.

"I promise, I told my dad. He must not have spread the word."

Charlie's grandfather came into the foyer to investigate. "Ah, Charlie! You made it." Sam looked over at you. "And you must be the extra place setting," he joked. "I'm Sam."

Feeling your embarrassment, Charlie took your hand as you blushed. "Grandpa, this is [Y/N], my-"

He was yet again cut off by his grandmother yelling something to his about mashed potatoes. Sam held up his index finger to pause the conversation. "I'll be right back."

Charlie just shook his head before he proceeded to lead you deeper into the house toward the sound of beeping and squawking children's toys.

"Charlie!" Two tiny voices called out excitedly as he reached the living room threshold. They dropped their toys and ran to him.

He knelt down to their level and caught them in his arms, delivering the same squeezing hug that seemed to be a family staple. "Hey, you two!"

"Who's that?" The littlest pointed up at you, so you knelt, too.

"This is [Y/N], my-"

"Hey, Charlie," a tall woman interrupted as she walked into the room. You guessed the two boys belonged to her. "Kids, give them some space." You and Charlie stood, and Charlie abandoned you just briefly to give the lady a hug.

"Aunt Eleanor, good to see you. Where's Joe?"

"He went to the store with your dad and Bo. They should be back any minute now. Who's-?" Eleanor pointed to you and smiled.

"Oh!" Charlie reached back to grab your hand and pull you forward. "This is [Y/N], my-"

"Charlie!"

Charlie spun at his dad's voice just in time to be pulled into a hug.

"Hey, big guy!" Hank continued. "I was hoping I would be back from the store before you got here. And [Y/N]! It's so good to finally meet you in person!"

Hank pulled you into your first family hug. Once the initial shock melted, you laughed and returned the embrace. "Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Cooper."

"Hank, please. Mr. Cooper is in the kitchen."

A young man you recognized as Charlie's brother, Bo, from video calls rounded the corner. "Charlie-hee!" he bellowed.

"Bo! Good to see you, man!" Despite being his "little" brother, Bo towered over him as the two embraced. They turned to you as Bo still hung by an arm around his brother's neck.

"And this must be [Y/N]. Tell me, does this guy still kiss like he's having a seizure?"

You covered your mouth and giggled as Charlie elbowed his brother. "Come on, man, cut it out."

"What? I was just wondering whether or not you outgrew it." Bo laughed then released his brother. Charlie rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment and reclaimed his spot by your side just in time for his grandmother to call everyone to the dining table.

Everyone formed an assembly line to fill their plates and organize around the dining table. The room was filled with a dull roar of multiple conversations. You went along with the flow and got pulled into small talk about life in the big city by Eleanor's husband Joe across from you, when suddenly...

"[Y/N] and I are getting married," Charlie blurted out at a deafening volume. The table silenced except for the clanking of utensils as they dropped to the plates. You wished you could crawl under the table at the sudden attention.

"[Y/N] and I are getting married," he repeated at a more reasonable volume. "I have been trying to tell you all since we got here."

Suddenly, the room broke into a clamoring of congratulations, everyone vying for air space to welcome you to the family. Charlotte came over and hugged you both at the same time. Bo bumped your shoulder with his as a sort of welcoming gesture, an invitation/warning for the same level of ribbing he gives your fiancé.

After dinner, the family retired to the living room for a round of hot cocoa and exchanged presents. You enjoyed watching Charlie interact with his two young cousins as they got excitable over the new toys the two of you picked out for them and found yourself wondering what starting your own family (years from now) would be like.

Once the evening wrapped up and you said your goodbyes, the silence of the car was deafening compared to the dull roar that filled your ears like you had been at a concert for hours. Charlie turned on the car and looked over at you. "I told you they are a lot."

"Yeah, they were a lot. But there was a lot of love, too."

Charlie smiled and nodded before pulling your hand to his lips for a kiss as you drove away from his family home.

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Paul Ateridas x reader

Paul gets sick because of his visions and the stress of it all

I apologise for the extremely late delay 😞

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You woke up in the dim, soft light of the room on Arrakis, a quiet sense of worry settling into your chest as soon as you noticed the warmth radiating from Paul’s body. He was curled up on his side, face scrunched in discomfort, his usually calm and collected expression replaced by the faint traces of exhaustion.

“Paul?” You whispered gently, brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead, trying not to wake him too suddenly. His skin was warmer than usual, his breath shallow as he shifted restlessly. You could feel the slight tremor in his hand where it rested against your waist, and your heart ached seeing him like this.

The visions had been particularly bad lately—he’d hardly spoken about them, but you knew. You always knew when he was overwhelmed.

"Paul," you said again, a little firmer this time. "Baby, are you okay?"

His eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking against the soft light, and for a moment, he looked dazed, like he wasn’t entirely sure where he was. His hand tightened around yours, pulling you closer, though he still tried to keep his voice steady, despite how worn out he sounded. "I'm fine, love. Just... just a little tired."

You raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. "Tired, huh? You’re burning up, my poor sunshine," you teased softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his temple, your lips lingering there for a moment, just enough to soothe him.

He groaned, but you could tell it wasn’t out of annoyance. "I don’t need you fussing over me," he muttered, but the words were weak, and you could hear the exhaustion lacing his voice.

You smiled gently, brushing your thumb across his jaw. "I don’t care if you don’t need me to fuss. You do need to rest, my love. You’re sick, and I’m not going anywhere until you let me take care of you."

Paul tried to sit up, his movements sluggish, but you softly placed a hand on his chest to keep him lying down. "Stay, please. Just for a little while." His voice had the softest plea in it, and your heart melted, knowing how hard it was for him to admit that he needed help.

"Okay, baby. You can stay in my arms all you want," you said with a smile, pressing your lips to his forehead again, this time leaving a lingering kiss there. "I’m here. Always."

He let out a soft sigh and melted back into the pillows, his face still flushed with fever, but his eyes were calmer now, more at peace. "I don’t know what I’d do without you," he whispered, his arms wrapping around you tightly as if he never wanted to let you go.

You grinned and kissed his cheek, planting little pecks all over his face, his nose, his eyelids, and finally, his lips. "You’d be a hot mess without me, Atreides," you teased, your fingers running through his hair. He hummed in contentment, his face softening at your touch.

"Stop," he murmured with a small, playful smile, even though you knew he loved it. "I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you."

"Well, you can take care of me later, my love," you said sweetly, curling up beside him, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Right now, I’m the one taking care of you."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his voice low and warm. "You’re the best... my sweet little nurse.

You giggled and snuggled even closer to him, feeling his arms wrap around you protectively. "Only for you, sunshine. Only for you."

His breathing slowed as he relaxed into your arms, his feverish heat still there but softened by your soothing presence. "You’re perfect," he whispered sleepily. "Just perfect."

You smiled, pressing your lips to his cheek once more, your fingers tracing circles on his chest as you both drifted into a peaceful, comfortable silence. "I love you, Paul. Rest, my love. I’ve got you."

And in that moment, the world outside—whatever visions were haunting him, whatever weight he carried—didn’t matter. Because here, in your arms, was the only place he could truly relax. And you weren’t going anywhere.

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