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Euphorics
Warning this is a 18+ story with smut! No minors!!!
I laughed as I brought the glass to my lips while watching my friends Alexis and Marissa dance. We were at our favorite club, The Euphorics Lounge and Bar, and the night had only just begun. Along with Alexis, Marissa, and I being there, another friend, Miguel, worked at the bar. We could all talk and have a good time together, and also Miguel could give us discounts as a courtesy of the bar. Furthermore, given that we all preferred cheap vodka or tequila over wine and bourbon, our nights were pretty cheap drink-wise. However, even though the drinks are cheap, these nights can get "expensive" in a certain sense. Euphorics is a strip club/bar, and it is incredibly easy to drop hundreds of dollars there without even noticing. However, regardless of the prices, the bar in and of itself is a good time. I often stay near the bar, talking to Miguel while Alexis and Marrisa have fun on the dance floor and near the stage. While I admired strippers, and I always tipped while I was there, I never went out of my way to interact with them.
"Do you want to join us, y/n!?" Marissa yelled over the music, and I just laughed and shook my head. I loved watching them have fun, but I preferred to stand afar and watch while I drank or smoked.
She shrugged and continued to dance before pointing towards the stage and mouthing something to Alexis. I heard Alexis say, "Have fun!" before she walked over to me.
"She's going to get closer to watch her favorite." She said while laughing, and I laughed too. There was one stripper named Jackson that she adored. And, in all fairness, Jackson was a fan of Marissa, too. He always went out of his way to show her attention when they were both at the club. While there was a general liking, there was also explicit knowledge that part of the connection was transactional.
I smiled and shook my head as I watched them flirt near the stage. "I swear those two need to get together somehow."
"I know. Either get together or get a room." As we laughed, I saw Alexis's eyes drifting to one of her favorite strippers.
"Are you going to go say hi to Marcus or just continue to eye fuck him?"
"Oh, hush." She said, lightly slapping my arm. "I'm going to go over in a minute. I just need to get my cash."
Since I was seen as "the responsible one," I often looked over their bags on a night out. I didn't guard them or keep them from using their money; Miguel and I just kept them near the bar so we could make sure nobody stole them.
"Alright, well, you have fun with Marcus. I'll be here." I say as I light up a cigarette and take a long inhale.
She smiled and grabbed her cash before walking over.
"Is she putting the cash between her…yup she is," I murmur to myself, laughing as I exhale a puff of smoke. Whenever she gave Marcus cash, she only did it one way. She would take a twenty put, the bill between her breasts, and have him take it from there. It made me laugh every time and seemed amusing for both her and Marcus. It was their little game that they played every time.
As my eyes drifted away from Alexis, I watched the other dancers. They interacted with customers on the floor or from the stage during this time. Sometimes they did pole tricks, but those were typically saved for the main show. As I watched, I noticed that there was a stripper who I didn't recognize.
He was pretty. He had dark curly hair that fell over his eyes, a lean, slender frame, pale skin, and an infectious smile. I tilted my head and called to Miguel.
"Hey, who's the new guy on stage?"
"Oh, that's Timothée. He's actually been here for roughly a month. He doesn't typically work Saturdays. He's really popular, too."
"Well, I'm not surprised. He's pretty."
"Yeah, looks like you've caught his attention too."
"What-" I turned back towards the stage and saw him staring…in my direction.
"He just happened to be looking this way, man. Doubt he was staring at me."
"Sure, y/n. If you want to think that."
I was about to ask what the hell that meant when Alexis bounced back over to us.
"Did you see me and Marcus?"
"Yes, I did. I see that gag has never gotten old."
"Nope, he loves it. Oh yeah, by the way, who was the guy on stage staring at you?"
"He wasn't staring at me."
"Yes, he was y/n. His name is Timothée, by the way." Miguel said to Alexis with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes. It wouldn't be the first time that anyone from our group tried to set me up with someone on a date. Or set me up to interact with one of the strippers.
"No. He wasn't."
"I think he was."
"Well, you think wrong," I said with a laugh. "By the way, can I get a refill?"
"Absolutely." He said as he made another vodka soda for me and slid it over. I took a gulp and looked back towards the stage, immediately noticing that Timothée had disappeared.
"Besides, what was it for even if he was looking at me? Plenty of other people here are a thousand times more attractive than I am."
"Um, y/n, I think he was looking at you," Alexis said while laughing and looking past me to my right.
"Oh yeah? And what makes you say that-" I was cut off as someone suddenly stood in front of me and, wouldn't you know it? It was Timothée. He had placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me in so I couldn't run away, which I desperately wanted to do now.
"I can confirm I was looking at you. What are you drinking, by the way?" Timothée asked before he took my drink out of my hand and took a sip.
"Mmm, vodka soda. A nice classic." He put the drink back in my hand, and I stared at him incredulously momentarily. He was even more attractive up close. And whatever cologne he had was the perfect mixture of muskiness and sweetness. As I stared, he smirked at me, and I realized he knew what he was doing. He was just the type to enjoy fucking with someone and making them flustered.
As I came to my senses, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, and held it in front of me.
"Oh, I won't take it from you that way."
"Why not? It's a perfectly good bill. Do you want more?" I say, completely willing to give more but unsure.
"I said I'm not going to take it that way, never said I wouldn't take it." I stared at him blankly before asking the obvious question, "Well, how will you take it?"
He smirked and murmured in a low voice, "Put it in between your teeth."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Put. It. Between. Your. Teeth." I stared back in disbelief. As much as I wanted to believe he wasn't being serious, I could tell that, unbelievably, he was. I let out a sharp laugh.
"You're kidding."
"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Pretty Thing, but I'm not. Put it between your teeth, and I'll take it."
"Pretty Thing? You're giving me nicknames now?"
"Is there something wrong with it? I'm only calling you Pretty Thing because you are, and I don't know your name."
"My name is y/n. And if I'm a Pretty Thing, then you're a fucking tease."
"Oh, I know I am, darling. Now, will you give me that money properly and how I want it or not?" I wanted to shove the money back in my pocket, but part of me also wanted so desperately to see what he would do. So, unbelievingly, I brought the bill to my mouth and bit down with my teeth, smirking at him as if to say, "Try me." And try me, he did. He leaned forward and bit down on the other side of the bill with his teeth. I was in so much shock that I let go. He laughed as he leaned back, finally setting me free from the cage that was his arms.
He took the bill out of his mouth and looked at it before placing a kiss on it.
"This bill is incredibly special to me now. Tell me, are you doing anything after the show?"
"Going home." I practically spit out through gritted teeth. I was still in complete shock at what had just happened and utterly embarrassed.
"Well…" He said, reaching around me and grabbing a napkin and a pen from the bar. "Why don't you meet me after the show backstage, hm? Hand this to the bouncer, and he'll let you in."
He handed me the napkin, and on it was a small note that said "Meet me backstage," some numbers and his signature.
"I look forward to seeing you, my Pretty Thing." He said, gripping my chin before he walked away, waving the money a bit to remind me of what had just happened.
"What the fuck was that?"
"I have no idea, but I think he likes you," Alexis said while half laughing, clearly in shock.
"Miguel, what is this, by the way?" I ask, showing him the letter I was handed.
"Oh damn, he really likes you," Miguel said, reading the note while he cleaned a glass.
"Why is that?"
"Well, this is basically an invitation to either just hang out backstage or fuck. Could go either way depending on what you want."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Hey, take it as a compliment. He's clearly attracted to you."
I rolled my eyes and shoved the napkin into my pocket, trying to forget everything that just happened.
"You're not going to use it?" Alexis asked, surprised.
"Why the fuck would I?"
"Because it would be a good time, in my opinion."
"Yeah, I don't think so."
"Well, regardless of your decision, I want to watch the show right now. If we leave tonight without you seeing him backstage, I at least want to leave on a fun note."
"I will not meet him backstage, but I will watch the floor show with you," I say, handing my glass back to Miguel and nodding at him for another refill. I took out another cigarette and lit it up. I discarded the other one in an ashtray during the exchange with Timothée and decided to light another.
"Yay!" Alexis exclaimed. "Let's go up front." She started off without me as I grabbed my drink, and my mouth opened.
"Up front? You have got to be kidding me." I followed her to the front, looking ahead at the stage and realizing that where we were about to sit would be incredibly close to the stage and even worse off. Close to Timothée.
As we sat down at a table, I looked up at the stage and watched as all of the strippers got into place. Timothée was positioned roughly in front of me, and I was doing everything I could not to stare at him. I hadn't really noticed his outfit before due to shock, but now I had noticed it. He wore tight black pants, black sneakers made for the stage, and a loose silky black button-up. He had also left the top few buttons undone to expose his skin. I had to admit he looked amazing, but I also wanted to ignore how good he looked. I knew the more I looked at him, the more pleased he would be with how flustered he made me.
As the lights dimmed, I heard the song "S/M" by Rhianna come on, and to say I wasn't surprised would be an understatement. An entire song about sadomasochism in a strip club? Yeah, that's to be expected.
All of the strippers began their routine, and I admired how they twisted and turned their bodies. While most of the moves invoked similar moves with grinding and sex, there was a certain elegance to what they were doing that appealed to me. As the song continued, a couple of the guys moved to the floor and started interacting with crowd members. I turned to Alexis, who was eagerly looking over towards Marcus.
"Hey, do you know if Timothée typically goes down to the floor?" I asked over the music.
"I haven't heard anything about him doing that, but maybe?" She turned her attention back to Marcus, and I turned my gaze to the stage. I let out a small sigh of relief as I saw that Timothée appeared to be staying up there. Perhaps he didn't do floor work, which would honestly be a miracle. But just as I was relaxing, he suddenly ran to the edge and jumped off. A bunch of cries from girls erupted from the crowd, all attempting to grasp his attention and pull him towards them. I saw him look around and start walking towards a group of girls, and I let out a small sigh of relief. Even if he was down on the floor, maybe he would pay attention to the other customers.
As I turned my attention towards that direction, he suddenly spun around and made eye contact with me.
"Shit," I mumbled to myself. He walked over to me in this stalking motion. Almost as if he were a predator catching his prey. That's what I currently felt like his prey. He walked over and then circled around my chair. I avoided eye contact as much as I could, but then, as I was looking down, Timothée suddenly sat in my lap. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. Oh my gosh. This fucker was smirking at me, smirking.
"I think I want to play with you, Pretty Thing." I felt like my eyes were locked on his. It was like I couldn't look away at how captivating his eyes were. They were a sparkling green, and with his accompanying dark and grungy eye makeup, they looked even brighter. His eyes were also incredibly seducing in and of themselves. He kept his eyelids low to make him enticing, and as much as I hated to admit it…it worked.
I heard "S/M" reaching its crescendo in the background, but everything sounded muffled. I was too distracted by how Timothée was still gripping my chin, how our eyes were locked, and how he was grinding on me with so much force and desperation.
He let out a low chuckle as I glared at him. I knew that despite my glaring, he could tell that at least part of me felt good. Somehow, despite how enveloped I was in him, I could reach into my pocket and pull out another twenty-dollar bill. He looked down at it and then back at me.
"You know I won't take it that way Pretty Thing, give it to me properly." My glare darkened as I reluctantly put the bill between my teeth. I could barely maintain eye contact with Timothée as he leaned in, pushing my chin up slightly before biting the other side of the bill. He winked at me as my teeth released the bill, and his hand released my chin. He stood up and walked away with all the other dancers as the song ended.
They finished the dance by jutting their hips in the air, and suddenly, the lights all lowered again. The crowd cheered, and some screamed, but my ears were ringing. Part of me wanted to be mad, and part of me wanted to enjoy how undeniably sexy that was.
I stayed seated until the lights came back on. I looked down at my drink and then suddenly gulped down what was left before looking at Alexis. She smiled at me, and I just gave her a "Really?" kind of stare.
"Oh, come on. You cannot look at me and tell me that what he did to you wasn't hot."
"I can actually."
"Oh my god." She said with an exasperated sigh. Despite her sigh, she smiled. "You need to learn to enjoy yourself."
"I'll enjoy myself when I'm not being relentlessly teased by a stripper who calls me 'Pretty Thing.'"
"You know most people would be incredibly jealous of you and would love to take your spot."
I rolled my eyes with a smile as we both got up from the table and walked back to the bar. The club was going to be closing soon. I hadn't even realized how late it was until I looked at the clock. It was already 1:00 in the morning. I was grateful I worked from home because tomorrow would be a rough day. I was praying I had Gatorade or PediaLite in the fridge.
"Alright, guys, come close out your tabs!" Miguel yelled out. I walked over and put my card down, and so did Alexis. Marissa was walking over as well and quickly put hers down. I wasn't much of a drinker, so my tab total came to about $35, and plus the two twenties I had given, I had spent roughly $75. Honestly, that was how much I spent on longer night excursions such as these, and I was pleased. Alexis and Marissa had spent somewhere near $100 each, but they drank a lot more than I did. It seemed cheap, but the drinks we got were the cheapest on the menu and the lowest quality. The club often made its money from the few high rollers who came in buying expensive bourbon and lap dances all night.
"Dang, I spent that much?" Marissa asked, shaking her head.
"Don't worry, girlie, I feel you," Alexis added, looking at her bill.
"I wasn't too bad tonight."
"You never are, y/n. This is why we call you the responsible one." Marissa said with a sigh. "Oh yeah, I saw you get that lap dance during the show. Pretty hot, huh."
I let out an exasperated sigh and shook my head. Alexis gave me a light shove with a laugh before letting Marissa know what had happened earlier.
"Oh my god, that's amazing. You're going to see him, right?"
"And why would I do that, Mari?"
"At least give it a shot. I think it could be good for you!" I stared at her as she shrugged with a smile and walked over to get her stuff with Alexis. I turned to Miguel, hoping to find some sane advice, only to be met with his knowing smirk. He could see that I was at least somewhat attracted to Timothée and what he did, and he could also see my bubbling curiosity about what would happen backstage.
"You know what I'm going to say to you, man." He said, cleaning some glasses while he spoke to me. I looked at him, Alexis, and Marissa, and finally down at my pocket. I pulled the napkin out and then turned to face where the back was. Did I want to do this? Did I want to see what Timothée wanted with me?
"Do it, y/n. You know you'll regret it if you don't." Alexis said knowingly. I wanted to walk out, to shove the napkin back in my pocket to somehow prove them wrong, but I just couldn't.
"Alright, I'll do it, but nothing is going to happen," I said while looking back at them before walking over to the stage doors. I reached the bouncer and handed him the letter.
"I was told to give this to you," I said, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. The bouncer looked at the note, smiled, and opened the door.
"He's the only one with a room on this side. Door will be to your right." I nodded and walked in, looking behind me one last time at my friends cheering me on. What the hell was I walking into?
I shook my head as I wandered down a hallway and found Timothée's door. I took a deep breath and slowly opened it. I stepped in and saw Timothée sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette and staring at the ceiling. However, once I stepped in, he quickly tilted his head and looked over at me. He immediately got a massive grin on his face and hopped off his bed and over to me.
"You decided to come, Pretty Thing."
"Yeah, well, I got curious," I said, brushing past him and trying to keep my cool as I sat on the bed and leaned back against the wall. I looked around the room and saw that it was fairly simple. He had LED lights that were, unsurprisingly, red, a small vanity, and some clothes. I could see some shiny objects in his closet but couldn't tell what they were. On the bed next to me also lay a pack of cigarettes. I picked it up and looked at him.
"Can I have one?"
"Use this one instead." He said in a low voice, walking over to me and handing me his own. I took the cigarette from his fingers, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. I brought it to my lips and inhaled, breaking eye contact as I did to watch the smoke.
"Thanks," I murmured in a soft voice.
"Of course, my Pretty Thing." My eyes shot back up at him, and I suddenly sat up straight.
"Why did you want me back here? You don't even know me."
"No, but I would like to know you." He said with a knowing smirk.
"You just love fucking with me, huh?"
"Personally, I would prefer to fuck you, but…sure." I opened and closed my mouth in disbelief. No one had ever been that bold with me before. I didn't even know what to say. I leaned back again and took another long inhale.
"Something wrong? Has no one ever told you that they wanted to fuck you before?"
"No. And even if they did say that, typically they would start with 'Let's go out on a date.'"
"I'm sorry I didn't take you out on a date tonight. I'll gladly take you on one this week, though. I was just impatient and wanted to be with you."
"Oh, is that why you grinded on me earlier, made me give you money with my teeth, and eye fucked me?" I asked with a slight venom in my voice. I wanted to come across as unbothered, but my mask was slipping.
He looked at me before walking towards me again like he had earlier. Like I was his prey, and he was stalking me before he pounced. I watched as he slowly walked to the bed, got on, and then leaned over me, trapping me with his arms.
"You loved everything I did to you, though, did you not?" I opened and closed my mouth, unable to find the words I wanted to say.
He reached down, plucked the cigarette from my hand, and inhaled before holding it out to me.
"Go on. Take a puff." I reached to take it, but he pulled back.
"Ah, ah, ah. I said take a puff. Not take it from my hand to take a puff." I let out a low sigh, leaned forward, and took a long draw.
"That's my Pretty Thing. Tell me, have you exchanged smoke before?" I nodded. I had exchanged smoke once. Alexis had wanted to try it, so I taught her. It was when one person took a hit of something and basically "fed" it to the other person through a kiss.
"Will you indulge me, please?" He asked, looking at me with those seductive yet challenging eyes. I looked at him, looked at the cigarette, and then back at him.
"Try me, you tease," I said in a low voice. Timothée let out a low chuckle and then reached down. He gripped my chin with his right hand as he took a long draw from the cigarette. I watched as he leaned in, and I closed my eyes. It wasn't that I didn't want to look. It was that I didn't know how to look at this man whom I had just met while we basically made out to exchange cigarette smoke.
I opened my mouth slightly as our lips met and inhaled deeply. I heard a small sigh escape past my lips as I exhaled and felt my cheeks get red with embarrassment immediately. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at Timothée. I saw he was smirking again.
"That was a cute noise, Pretty Thing. I hope I can draw some more out of you."
"Fat chance." I spit out as I watched him put the cigarette in an ashtray.
"Oh, don't lie to me. You fucking loved that. You love what I do to you." I wanted to deny it, tell him he was delusional, but I couldn't. I did love it. And I hated that I loved it.
"Tell me, do you love it because you're simply enjoying the indulgence, or is it that no one has ever given you this kind of attention before." I looked away and didn't answer. He was still leaning over me, I was still embarrassed from my sigh, and I felt so overwhelmed with everything.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him lean in, and then, as he spoke, I felt his hot breath ghost over my ear.
"Let me give you that attention you deserve. Let me make you feel good." I turned back and sat up again, wondering if I could bolt out of his arms.
"And how do you plan to do that? Hm? You've only just met me, you know."
"I know. And you know you're in my room at a strip club, right? Take a guess as to what I want to do to you."
"You're insane."
"And you fucking love it. Now are you going to let me please you Pretty Thing or no?" I felt myself sinking into the bed; it was like I wanted to say no because I knew better, but this other part of me adored how desired I felt that I just wanted to give in. I wanted to kiss him, let him show me how well he could touch and pleasure me. I wanted to feel his lips and hands all over my body. I wanted to feel just how badly he wanted me.
I looked up at him, feeling any of my ability to fight back slip away as I said, "Please, Timothée…" And that was all he needed to hear.
He leaned in and kissed me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue as his hands worked their way underneath my shirt so he could feel my skin.
"Fuck you're lips are so soft…" He mumbled in a low voice as he continued to kiss me.
I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, loving their texture. I continued to kiss him as I grinded my hips back against his, somehow hoping that this could serve as a payback for earlier. And, in a way, it did. I heard Timothée let out a low moan as he jutted his hips back and gripped my waist tightly.
"Who's the tease now?" He asked as he bit down on my lip, causing me to let out a quiet moan.
"That's it. Sing to me with those moans."
We slowly maneuvered our way on the bed so we were lying down with him on top and me underneath. I rolled my hips against his and whimpered as I felt his hands start to pull at my jeans.
"What are you doing?" I gasped out in between kisses.
"I want to taste you." He said in a low voice.
"We were both just in a bar with a bunch of people that feel like it's a million degrees. I probably was sweating." I say, gasping between breaths as I pull back.
"And? I was just dancing a while ago."
"I don't even know if it's properly shaved. You don't have to"
"First off, I want to and once again: and? Why would I care if you were or weren't properly shaved?" He asked while looking at me in a completely confused manner. I looked down, slightly ashamed.
"Has no one ever…ate you out before?" I shook my head no.
"My last partner had said that was disgusting and never did, so I just assumed no one would ever do that."
"Well, respectfully, you're last partner was a fool to pass up on that opportunity." I couldn't make eye contact with Timothée and kept looking down until he reached up and grabbed my chin.
"Hey, I promise you I will love it. If you take care of yourself and keep yourself clean, it will taste heavenly, and I can already tell you to do both. Please…let me indulge you." I stared back at Timothée and slowly nodded. I wanted to know what it felt like to experience that, and I would be lying if I didn't admit that having someone as skilled as Timothée eating me out seemed divine.
"Good toy." He mumbled as he moved his hand from my chin to my throat and wrapped it around me. The vibes had just completely shifted, and I loved every fucking second.
"Lean back, Pretty Thing." He said softly as he pushed against my throat slightly. I leaned back as he let go and just stared at the ceiling while I heard him unbuckling my pants. Never in my life had I expected to be eaten out by a stripper I had just met. I was about to tell Timothée one last time that he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to, when my voice suddenly caught in my throat. Just as I was about to tell him that, I felt something hot and wet lick a strip up my slit. The only thing that escaped from my throat was a long groan as my eyes rolled back into my head and fluttered shut.
"That's it, pretty thing." He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled and distorted, and he continued to lick up my slit. "Give those moans to me…fuck you taste good." He licked up my slit one more time before pushing his tongue past my outer labia and in deep. I let out another moan as my hands gripped the sheets and my hips rolled up.
"Mmm…grind on my face baby…come on, give me your delicious cum." He moaned against me before he went silent and started only eating me out. My hands frantically found his head, and I weaved my fingers in his hair, gripping lightly as I moaned. I gently pushed on his head, making him start to eat me out faster while my hips continued to roll against his face.
"Fuckkk…" I moaned out. I had never known that someone eating me out could feel so heavenly. Dear god, I didn't want it to end. As he continued to lick my pussy lips, I felt something slowly slide inside of me and start pumping in and out. He had slid a single finger inside while he continued to lick, suck, and kiss my pussy. Quickly, I had turned into a shaking and moaning mess underneath him.
I felt an unexpected pressure then and let out a small "Fuck Timothée." as my back arched. He had slid another finger inside of me while he had started sucking and kitten-licking my clit. His tongue was so incredibly skilled and fast that I could feel myself unraveling. No one had ever made me feel this good before; hell, even I had never made myself feel this good.
I could feel my hips jutting upwards as Timothée continued to fuck me with his tongue and fingers, and I could also feel an orgasm approaching incredibly fast.
"Timothée…please I-" I gasped out, grinding my pussy against his tongue, causing him to growl.
"That's it…grind your pussy against my face. Cum. Now." On command, I listened. I came harder than I ever had before. I felt myself squirting a little, too, as I feverishly rubbed my clit against Timothée's tongue. I rode out high with my head tilted back as moans, groans, and whimpers escaped me. Finally, my hips stuttered forward as I rode out the last wave of my orgasm.
"Fuck." I groaned out as I slowly sat up. As I did, I watched as Timothée slowly sat up as well. He looked at me briefly before he pressed against me and kissed me.
"See. I told you that you would taste heavenly. It's like an aphrodisiac, isn't it?" I nodded silently as I looked at him and then slowly looked down at the tent in his pants.
"You want some help?" I asked, slightly out of breath. He smirked and leaned back so he could sit upright. He quickly undid his jeans and then did a "come hither" motion with his finger. I slowly got up and crawled over.
I was on my knees looking at him before he gripped my chin and drew me in.
"Take my cock out and suck Pretty Thing." He let go forcefully, and I did as I was told. As I took it out, I felt my eyes widen. He was big, and he looked delicious.
I slowly leaned down and wrapped my lips around their cock, and forced it as deep as I could into my mouth. I heard them let out a low moan and a soft "Fuck, that feels good, Pretty Thing…" before I continued. I jerked him off with my hands every once in a while to match the rhythm of my sucking their cock. And, every time I moaned, they jutted their hips up, forcing their cock deeper inside of my mouth. I felt them entangle their fingers into my hair and force me to go deeper. At one point, I gagged on their cock as my lips met their base before I was suddenly tugged up. I stared up at them with lidded eyes as I licked their precum from my lips.
"Fuck…" Timothée groaned out before pushing me back down again, making me kiss their base and gag before pulling me up again. He did this a few times, pushing on the back of my head with his hand, causing me to deepthroat their cock and gag again and again. My eyes were rolling back in my head due to pleasure.
"God, I'm going to cum…" He growled out before holding my head in place as his hips jutted up, and he came. I swallowed every last drop as he came into my mouth, and when he finally pulled me up, I gasped for air.
"You did such a good job for me, Pretty Thing." He huffed out, looking at me. I looked back and closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed me.
As we kissed, I felt him turn his body and start pushing me down against the sheets again. I heard rustling and felt movement, and as I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, my hand made contact with his skin. I opened my eyes as we separated from our kiss and stared.
He looked otherworldly. He was so beyond beautiful and seductive that I was losing myself in him. He reached down and started helping me get my shirt off, and as he tossed it to the side, his eyes raked up and down my body. I went to cover myself, but he took my hands and held them down.
"Don't. Cover. Yourself." He growled out as he looked down at me, fucking me with his eyes.
"Fuck you are so beautiful. I can't wait to ravish you." He let go of one of my arms and then reached down and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded. "Please, Timothée…fuck me." He let out a low growl and thrust into me, making me let out a low moan as my head fell back against the pillow. As my mind drifted, they started fucking me rougher. My arms splayed above my head, and my legs desperately tried to hold themselves up. But, I was so utterly lost in lust that they kept slipping. They responded as I reached my arms down to hold them up.
"Don't you even think about it, Pretty Thing," before gripping my thighs and pulling me closer. They gripped my legs so they would be held further up, and when they did, oh my God, did it feel magnificent. They were plunging inside of me so deeply that my moans and groans became more erratic. Fuck it felt so good.
As Timothée plunged into me, I felt him grip my chin and force me to look at him again. God those eyes…They were so heavily lidded that I just drowned in them. He leaned down and kissed me as he jutted his hips forward, his hand caressing my body as if to try and memorize every inch. It was all too much. I wanted more of him; I wanted him to be deeper. And it seemed that he wanted to be deeper, too.
They leaned down and growled, "Get on your hands and knees."
As they took their cock out, I flipped myself over. I was about to lower myself when suddenly they grabbed my hair and tugged me back while swiftly plunging inside of me. I let out a cry as they started fucking me roughly again. They were going much deeper this time, and I saw stars. They went from just brushing against my g-spot to brushing against my cervix. I don't know what on earth possessed me to utter my words, but I couldn't control myself. We were dealing with a version of myself that I had never met before, a being who craved lust and found themselves unsatiated.
“Please…deeper…rougher…" I had unleashed a beast. I felt them grab onto my hips, my head falling against the pillow as they pounded into me. I honestly don't know how they managed to contain themselves, but they were finding a way. As they pounded into me, they growled.
"You want it deeper, Pretty Thing? Do you want to take every fucking inch of my cock like a dirty whore?"
"God…Timothée, I need to c-cum!" I choked out.
"Cum with me, Pretty Thing…Cum with me now." He groaned into my ear before he roughly pressed his lips against mine.
We let out a cacophony of moans, groans, whimpers, and growls as we feverishly grinded against each other. At the same time, we came, making an absolute mess of ourselves and the bed.
As we rode out our orgasms, our cries became softer and our movements slower before we came to a slow halt.
"Fuck…" Timothée gasped out with a small laugh. "Aren't you glad you came back here, Pretty Thing?"
"I'd hit you now if I wasn't so exhausted."
"Eh. I'm into that."
"Oh my god," I exclaimed with a laugh. "Get out of me."
"As you wish, Pretty Thing." He hissed as he slowly slid out of me and flopped next to me on the bed, and I rested on my side. He turned onto his side to face me and slowly leaned in and kissed me.
"I think you'll be staying here for the night, y/n. Don't worry, there's a shower."
I let out a sigh, knowing he was right. I was in no shape to be walking home, and my friends were absolutely long gone by now. I nodded before reaching over to the floor and finding my pants. I grabbed my phone and pulled it out to text Alexis, Marissa, and Miguel to let them know I was safe and where I would be staying. I was met with messages from all of them saying. "Have fun! ;)" And I laughed. They knew me so well. I threw my phone to the side and turned to face Timothée.
"How about that shower?"
"Sounds good…I bet you'll feel even better in there." I gave him a light slap on the shoulder, and we laughed a little before he leaned in and started kissing me roughly again.
It was about to be a long day…
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will you be continuing let others wage war? i just read the first six chapters and im obsessed 🥰
hi my love! it's been a while and as much as I don't write for Timmy anymore, I will continue that series as I love the content.
I lost the draft that plotted out all the chapters so I may have to plan things again and it may be slightly different than intended, but I will continue it. thanks for checking in and glad you loved it. 🥺
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dating timothee chalamet
timothee x afab!reader (mainly gn! expect on nsfw bits)
towards the start of the relationship, i think he'd be pretty anxious
he'd often find himself messing around with his hands a lot on dates
or stumbling over his words a little too much with a small giggle
if you've ever seen old interviews of him when he was younger. you know the ones where he gets all shy and giggly? that's exactly how i envision him to be with you
after some time, that's slowly replaced with his hyperactive ass
and let me tell you, boy never shuts the fuck up that's not a bad thing
because of his schedule, he rarely gets to see you in person
so whenever he does, he just has so much to tell you and so much to talk about that he just ends up coming out with a cluster-fuck of words
he always tries to facetime you at least a couple times a week
and let me tell you, the call will always start with him saying 'oh, i missed your pretty face' or 'seeing you has made my day'
boy is madly in love
and even though he hasn't said it yet, it's fairly obvious he's not hiding anything
he's the kind of person to want to keep your relationship on the down low
because if you're also famous, he wouldn't want to cause any issues or drama through tabloids
and if you aren't, he'd feel awful dragging you into the world of hollywood
eventually though, as most celeb relationships do, you got found out
someone caught you out on your 6 months anniversary
and that was it; twitter was going mental
timothee soon figured out that he probably had to say something
but honestly, he was kind of relieved he didn't have to hide you anymore
the morning you two woke up and saw yourselves going viral on twitter, there was a bit of a mad scramble between the two of you
before eventually, timothee chilled out
'but now i don't need to hide we're together, anymore. i can let the world know you're mine.' he'd say to your confusion at his relaxed state
cute but also now all of timmy's fans are stalking your instagram
cooking meals together!!!
i have a feeling timothee's love languages are more tailored towards physical touch and acts of service tell me im wrong
so cooking together is such a beautiful thing for him
as much as timothee loves taking you out, i think he'd much prefer to cook a fancy pasta dish together with wine over that any day
he also strikes me as a cosy movie date guy
but honestly, it more than likely turns into something else
don't fight me on his, he's a horny guy
like bro would get a hard-on just snuggling with you
when you first started dating, he'd get all shy about it
he'd apologise frantically and his face would be redder than ever
after dating for some time, he'd be less phased
unless you showed and expressed discomfort with it of course
after the shock of you dating slowly weaved out of the fans
timothee would definitely start posting you on his instagram
he just needed the world to know how obsessed he is with you
arguments are rare
extremely rare
they usually only happen when timothee is stressed
feelings get heated and you end up making some snippy comments at each other before one of you gets up and leaves the room
after you've both had time to cool down, you're both mature enough to talk it out and apologise for whatever each of you or one of you has done
communication is a big thing for timmy, so i think arguments are heavily avoided because he encourages you to come to him about anything
any concerns, rants and problems you have, he wants to know
he's a flirter, let me tell you that thankfully not with others
always dazzling you with compliments
you're in the crowd at a press tour? he's staring, smirking and winking at you the whole time
you're supporting him whilst he's on set? the man can't take his eyes off you and is coming to hold you the second the shot is taken
you're on facetime? every odd sentence is him saying some suggestive comment or simply how stunning you are
the man cannot get enough of you
going back to the horny thing...
he has a high sex drive
there's absolutely no doubt about it
he is a giver!!! the man aims to please!!!
could eat you out for days
i've already made a headcanon about him eating you out so i will be brief BUT!!!
he's messy!!! the wetter the better!!!
will overstimulate you with hid tongue any day
and then make sure you cum on his cock as well
you know what they say about tall, skinny boys? wink wink
i'd say he's a good 7 inches, 7 1/2 at a push
he knows how to please you, and he's eager to learn what makes you tick
even though he's mainly a dom, i can see him being a sub at times
only on rare assurances though
being his date to things like the met gala, oscars etc
after being open about your relationship, he couldn't wait to take you everywhere and anywhere with him
loves it when you wear his clothes
but i feel like all boys do?
especially when he's away, opening up a facetime call to see you sat there in one of his t-shirts. he actually thinks his heart might implode.
this boy will actually love you with his whole heart
the cutest, softest and proudest boyfriend around fr
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invisible strings
pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic)
synopsis: requested/inspired by this ask!
⤷ alt: coincidences are strange. however, what's more strange was not knowing you were in previous works with your costars.
notes: this one is pretty short. reader is gender neutral. set in the same verse as popcorn bucket (♡´౪`♡)
Ding!
"Ah I don't think you guys are going to get this one," you puffed, eyes trailing down to the question on the Vanity Fair card. The cast and you were playing the Vanity Fair Game Show for a fun video. You all eventually filmed with one another at some time during production. Though your schedules were all over the place/locations, everyone got along with each other. That is to say, some like yourself had been in the first film and kept in contact for the sequel. "What was my first show audition?"
Mumbles in unison scurried. Some hums and thought-provoking nods were seen as you hurriedly scribbled down your answer in black ink.
"Oo Shake It Up!" Zendaya points out, eyes wide with her quick response.
Austin Butler who sat beside Florence Pugh raised his head, almost surprised. "Wait, really?" While the blonde actress knowingly glances back to you for confirmation. The rest of the cast was all too eager to know because clearly they had no idea.
"Yes, correct!" You raised your arms, doing jazz hands. In a burst of energy, the mixed actress scores a bright grin, raising her fist in the air in victory. Only for you to pump her fist back, smiling back.
"How were we supposed to know that?" Timothee Chalamet says, snickering accusatively at the camera as if they had an answer. His gaze moves towards you, "You never told us that!"
You shrugged your shoulders, looking half guilty. "You're lost, pal!"
"At least I got the point!" Zendaya puffs up her chest, swiping the invisible dust off her shoulders while Florence giggles. However Timothee looked almost offended even.
"Wait you were in Shake It Up?" Austin shakes his head in pure astonishment. You gave him a slow nod, as his expression grew wider, eyes staring at you in awe. "That's crazy! I didn't know that!"
"Was it a show?" Josh Brolin's comment seemingly pops in and all four of the younger cast including yourself snickered shortly. His cluelessness only substituted for better curiosity to you. As really, you never really told them about your previous works.
"It was a Disney show," Flipping the Vanity Fair card over, only to reveal your messy handwriting, you stated fondly. Timothee then hastily pointed at the small drawing you drew next to your answer. It breaks your concentration for a second as he only stares at it in confusion while Zendaya covers her mouth from giggling. "Like a sitcom really. And I played one of the background dancers." Even you couldn't stop yourself from giggling further, taking a look at your draw.
Truly it was one of those topics that are never mentioned around you. The only reason Zendaya had known was that you had told her once about it when discussing your dance careers. The both of you were young actors and did not expect to know each other back then and even now. Though it was a cute recollection to look back upon.
"Is that a stick figure waving his arms?" Florence cocks her head sideways, having a concentrated face.
"He's supposed to be dancing!" You plead, pointing at the way you drew his arms in the air.
"That is not dancing!" Timothee's smile only grew wider from laughing too much, having to lean forward to look at the little drawing closer. "He just looks- like he's discombobulated!"
"PFFTT!"
"I mean it's a cute drawing!"
"You know what- you don't appreciate my art," You gently placed the card on the floor, giving your costar the stink eye. "I thought this was a fun game, you guys! People are being bullied for no reason!"
"No- I'm not saying your drawings are bad!" The French actor stumbles, in beats of laughter, clenching his cards to his chest. You only swat his presence away before grabbing another question.
In another instance, Austin takes his turn. For a few rounds, he asked about his hobbies, such as what instruments he knew to play. It was quick flashed answers, one by one you managed to pass through flying colors.
"Guitar and piano," Austin bobs his head, as the rest of cast suddenly became enamored at his musical skills.
"Hey!"
"Alright!"
"But also violin," He says sheerly, scratching the back of his neck.
"Oh okay!" Florence drags out an amused hum, in a teasing manner.
"Is that true?" Timothee quirks his brow, having one leg over another, looking all composed.
"Yeah."
"Okay, let's go Disney Channel kids!" You chanted, with the mixed actress a seat away from you joined with as well. You both raised your hands in victory while Austin looked away and blushed.
"We got all the talent!"
At the CCXP Panel in Brazil, fans from all over came to attend to fantastic event. Hosted by Collider Interview, it was a massive event with an enormous stadium, fit for a band performance. There were arrays of lights, standing from the alleyways and above the ceiling. You felt extremely fortunate to have attended and made it to Brazil, for being such a joyful experience.
This time you alongside your young cast members and director, Denise Villeneuve, posed happily with all of you. The panel followed with many turns and twists, with questions coming from the crowd and host alike. One moment fans caught on was your reaction to something that Florence at said.
The Collider host mentioned Florence's history of working with Timothee on Little Women which made both of them cackle, reminiscing those dotting moments.
"Oh you know what," the British actress starts, holding her hand up. The audience was silenced, wondering what she going to mention next. She slowly turns in your direction and points. "I just remembered this, but you were in Midsommar yes?"
"Yes..." You mumbled, ending your answer on a high note, unsure really what she meant. Until it came flashing back to you, much prevalent to your shocked expression. "Oh yes yes!" And seemingly the rest of the cast and fans were roaring in surprise and in cheer.
Though you weren't present in most of the film's production, Florence had fond memories of Midsommar. You were one of the minor characters doomed to death in the first half. Both of your characters had a brief meeting together and that was all. However, it surprised you how Florence was able to recall it all. You had only filmed for a few days and vaguely met her casually.
"This is so weird but I don't know- I just kept forgetting to bring it up," She scrambles to find the right words, throwing gestures back and forth. "But for some reason, I just remembered you being there and then I was like- huh! We were in Midsommar together!"
"Right!" You lowered your tone, the weight on your heels slowly shifting to one side. As you licked your lips at the revelation. "I can't believe we just realized this now!" And you could discern the pure chaos the rest of your costars were feeling. Timothee was wheezing, desperately holding his mic for support. While Zendaya crossed her arms in a mixture of sarcasm and odd mischievousness. As if saying, Really? You guys never realized?! Austin on the other hand, solely was observing from the sidelines, with an amused smile. And all for Denny to be panned to the right with a funny disapproving look on his face.
"This is what I have to deal with," Your director somberly states and the crowd cries out in cackles.
"I don't think we were in anything together before."
No interview or video was being shot. Surprisingly it was lunchtime and a grace period for cast and production alike to go back to their trailers to rest. You did not want to go back to your own trailer so instead followed your costar to his. Knowing he had a better air conditioner and wanted to catch up on anything new you guys enjoyed talking about.
But more importantly, his air conditioner.
"Yeah, I don't think we did," Arms securely behind your head as you leaned back on the couch. You still were in full costume, in Fremen wear however it did not stop you from lounging around in every corner of the set sites. "Does Dune count?"
A light-hearted scoff escapes from Timothee, who is on his phone on the other side of the couch, in costume as well. The air conditioner was blasting heavily on all sides of the trailer yet you two did not mind the loud background noise. "No, it doesn't!"
"That's crazy right?" Lifting yourself up to look at him. His eyes don't leave his phone screen yet you know he is focused on your words. "I'm genuinely surprised we haven't played siblings,"
"We look nothing alike!" He shouts, finally lifting his gaze to your playful one. Suddenly you see his phone flash turned on as it faces you. "So, what do you think of Dune Part Two so far?"
You get up swiftly, stretching out of your tired limbs in the process. "Like a walk on the sand!"
"Aye!" He fist-bumps you as he turns the camera on him, face not covered in any gear. The audience can notice his messy locks and smudged face.
"Directors, sign us up to play something!" You waved before adjusting to put on your mask. The camera swerves to find you clipping on the clasps. A couple clicks can be heard as you move the gear up and down from your face. "Literally anything! I could play his serial killer and I would be happy."
"What-" Timothee almost choked on air, prominent to how shaky the camera view became. Though he quickly recovered, "Why do you always want to kill me in these scenarios?"
"Because it's much more fun!" You whine, shoulders deflating, as you can feel him zooming in on your expression.
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The Union of Two Houses
Paul Atreides x Reader
Warning: Arranged marriage
Summary: To strengthen the connection between your family and House Atreides, you are to marry Paul.
"Lady Y/L/N." came the voice from the entrance, letting everyone inside know that you have arrived.
Paul waited anxiously, often looking at his mother as she tried her best to calm him.
He had so many conversations with his parents ever since the news came that he was to marry a princess. Of course, Paul is against the idea. Marrying someone he didn't even know? He refused. But deep down, he understood his father's reasons. House Y/N/L was a very strong house, they held powers no one else did. So, Paul understood his father wanted to have such a powerful House on his side.
You, on the other hand, had been told since you were a child that one day you will marry a man you don't even know.
Being the youngest out of five children, all four of your siblings being boys. You felt like your parents only saw you as a tool for them to marry off to a good family for connections.
And while you were told and prepared, it still did make you extremely anxious.
You worried about what kind of a man would your father find for you. You feared he would give you to a terrible man who would hurt you, who would make the rest of your life miserable.
"Atreides has a son. You will marry the son to strengthen the bond between the families." your mother told you one day, and you couldn't object.
And now, here you were, wearing a veil over your face to keep your innocence intact.
Paul looked at his mother, confused as to why was his bride wearing that.
"They have different customs." explained his mother and she only now realized Paul should have been advised about a couple of said customs.
While his father greeted you, Paul was looking at the floor, he soon realized you were standing in front of him, slowly bowing as his father introduced him.
"My son, your soon-to-be husband, Paul."
"Pleasure to meet you." you spoke up and Paul could barely hear you.
"Pleasure is all mine, Lady."
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Paul was informed you will stay in a room close to his. Paul was also rather surprised that none of your parents attended.
He assumed maybe they would be there for the wedding.
There was a knock on his door, when he opened it he found you standing there, still wearing your veil.
"I apologize for interrupting your afternoon, your mother told me you could show me around?" now he heard you a little better, but your voice was still quiet.
"Of course, Lady." he simply said before leading you around the castle.
Showing you everything.
You particularly seemed to enjoy the garden and the library. Looking at all the different books.
"You enjoy reading?" He asked.
"Of course, I do. On our planet it is mostly raining, so we often stay inside. Reading by the window as the rain falls is something I will miss."
"I can show you a couple books I enjoy."
"You read, My Lord?" you sounded rather surprised.
"When my time allows me."
"Oh, doesn't sound like you have a lot of free time."
"I don't, but I can still enjoy books." you smiled although you knew he wouldn't see that. "May I ask, Mother said you have customs before the wedding... I would like to know some, as I do not wish to offend you."
"Oh," you were surprised he was willing to learn. "I wear the veil so that my husband can take it off of my face during the ceremony. It symbolises purity, innocence and my willingness to my husband. Another custom is that we mustn't talk on the day of the wedding, nor can we see each other. It is said the desire would be greater that way. Do you have any customs?"
"None like that, but I wish to follow yours."
"I appreciate that, Lord."
"Call me Paul, please. I do not want us to be cold to each other, if I may also call you by your given name."
"I'd like that." you smiled and he could hear the smile in your voice.
Paul was intrigued. That afternoon he realized just how kind and gentle you were. He assumed it was your upbringing that made you so soft-spoken. You spoke briefly about your parents and siblings while Paul spoke about his family.
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The wedding went on as everyone expected it. Your parents and your people arrived for the ceremony.
It was a true celebration of the union of two Houses.
Paul was rather nervous to remove your veil but once he did and his eyes locked with yours, he smiled.
His bride was beautiful on the outside as much as she was on the inside. He placed just the softest little kiss on your lips as you were pronounced husband and wife.
And then, the celebration began.
Two cultures met.
Everyone was surprised at how much your people loved to dance.
Never leaving the dance floor only to eat.
Paul smiled as he watched everyone celebrate, even the children were dancing, inviting his people to the dancefloor.
"I will be back soon." you said as you leaned over to Paul and he nodded.
You stood and walked with one of your maids.
The 'high table' as they called it was a bit further from the guests' tables. allowing space between them. The dancefloor was right by the guests as they occupied it mostly. Paul's eyes were still glued to the people, then a man stood up and the music stopped.
"Ladies and Gentleman, it is my pleasure to announce the next portion of the wedding, admittedly, it is my favourite part." said the man as he lifted a metal bowl. At this time, you walked out, wearing a completely different dress than the one you were in before, this allowed you to move more free and everyone could see the beautiful details. "Ladies and Gentleman I hope you all brought your silver or gold, as from now, the bride is for sale!" As the man lifted his hand, the music began and everyone at the high table, except your parents, looked between one another.
Sale?
How dare they?! Paul nearly choked as he saw an older man toss a coin into the metal bowl, he took your hand and you danced with him, soon, a line formed, and everyone wanted to dance with you.
Your mother turned to Paul and his family.
"One of our oldest traditions. Everyone gets the chance to dance with the bride in exchange for a coin. It is why we call it 'the bride is for sale'. "
"Isn't it a bit...degrading?" asked Lady Jessica.
"Oh! Not at all! If anything we quite like it! The money collected usually goes to the newly-wedded couple so they could start their own lives together. Usually, in cases of royal weddings we give the collected money to charity or people in need." your mother said.
You smiled as a young little girl put a coin into the bowl as she made her way over to you, wanting to dance with you.
Thankfully, you were prepared for people of all ages. As you should be.
"I do hope the Duke would also take his chance and dance with my daughter." smiled your mother as your father joined the now slightly shorter queue of people.
"Should I?" asked the Duke and your mother nodded quickly.
"Only if you wish to. Once everyone had their turn, Paul should be the last, to end the dance." your mother said and Paul nodded.
Paul watched as you danced with your father, a smile adoring your face since you began. Then, the line ended but the music didn't stop, you quickly moved to drink some water before you heard another coin hit the now, almost full bowl, turning you saw the Duke himself standing there.
You smiled as you quickly made your way to him.
"I wish for a slower dance if I may. I am not as young as I once was." he said as he reached out for your hand.
"You will be fine." you said pulling him with you and he laughed.
You dared to defy the Duke himself as he quickly moved on the dance floor. Not letting him down as the music reached his end.
"Thank you." you told him as you did to everyone else, soon everyone was sitting while you were slowly moving alone on the dancefloor.
Your mother told you, when the time comes, she will send over Paul.
Paul slowly stood up, making sure everyone had their turn before walking towards you.
As soon as he arrived close to you, you turned as you motioned for the band. The music changed as you two danced. First, it was a quicker pace as everyone around you cheered. Then a slower song was playing as you just swayed in his arms, people soon joining you.
"You look beautiful in this dress." he said and you barely heard him over the people and the music.
"Thank you. I hoped you would enjoy it."
"I do. Seeing you dance and have fun, it made me happy."
"Paul..."
"I hope you don't have any more traditions that you are hiding from me." he smiled and you smirked.
"I have just one, but I'm sure you are also familiar with that one." Paul laughed, understanding your hint.
He always knew he would be in an arranged marriage, with his title, it was a given. However, you were a true gift. Something he didn't expect is that he actually really enjoyed being with you.
He could see himself in a very happy marriage with you. And with another feather light kiss to your lips, it was his promise sealed.
His promise of happiness and joy.
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Guys - chalametics (that's our fan name I guess 🫣) I need your help because honestly I look for someone or people in general who's joined the Timothée Chalamet look alike Contest - just wanna know how it was for you guys - maybe someone had the chance to talk to him or got a hug 🥺🥺😭 or a picture 🖼️
Thanks 🙏🏾✨
Just wanna blush and be happy with the people who had the honor to meet him.
Source: chalametrus IG
#timothée chamalet#timothee chalamet imagine#timmy chalamet#timothee chalamet fanfic#lil timmy tim#timothee chalamet scenario#wonka#timothee chalamet lookalike contest#lookalike
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Enchanted To Meet You
Inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Enchanted"
Timothée Chalamet x reader
Okay, this is Zaynah writing here. I'm a fan-fiction writer (maybe I don’t know if I have become one) so I make many different scenarios of the person I'm writing about. This is the scenario where the reader is a princess and Timothée is a prince. I guess we can call this the "Prince Timothée Scenario". Now, we'll begin it here. This might be a bit weird.
"Y/n dear, can we talk to you?" Said my mother
"Yes, what is it that you want to talk about? I asked them
"Y/n, you're going to be 26 in 2 months and it's time you get married to someone" Said my father
"But, don’t you think it's a little too early for marriage? I never fell in love with anyone at all and I don’t want to marry someone I didn’t even get to know" I said to them
"Y/n, in our descendants, we get married at the age of 25 because, that's when we finish our education and move to the adultery part of life. You need to understand that you are not 15 anymore, you're 25 and if you don’t get married now, you’ll never get married at all." Said my father with seriousness and anger
"Fine! I'll get married but I promise that I'll never be able to love that person back!" I said angrily
"That's settled. We’re going to have a ball tonight at 6pm and it will last till midnight" Said my mother
I felt frightened, frustrated and infuriated with my father's decision. I felt like he's going to get me married just so that I become a slave to the man I marry and also he'll get money and property from the rich folks. I just want to run away from this castle and build my life in a different way.
Then came around 5pm. The maids were getting my hair and makeup done. I always maintained a good relationship with my maids so, they knew something was wrong with me today and one of them asked me.
"Your highness, you look so upset today. Is there anything wrong?" Asked Beth
"Beth, I have to get married and if I don't, I'll never be able to." I started tearing up
"Princess Y/n, please don’t cry. We're here with you and if these are the last times we see you, we should make it the time of our lives" Said Venus
"Beth, Venus and Noelle, I don’t think I'll ever be able to live life without you." I said to the three of them.
Then it was just us talking about things and events in our lives. I was wearing a golden dress which looked extraordinary.
There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles, it was the same old tired lonely place I've been all my life. There were walls of insincerity. Eyes were shifted at me and vacancy. I did not like a single person in the room, let alone love them. Then suddenly came a tall and an insanely ethereal looking person to me.
"Good evening, Princess Y/n. I am Prince Timothée, but you can call me by my name or you can also call me Tim" Said the most delightful voice
"Good evening, Prince Timothée. If you want to, can I share this dance with you?" I asked him
"It would be my pleasure to dance with a lady like you" He said and I felt a bit weird.
Then we started dancing in the ballroom full of people. What is this feeling? Is this love? I don't know but I immediately fell in love with Timothée. Then, we went out at my garden of florals and we had been talking for hours since then. It was such a playful conversation. He is such a charming,daring,honest,smart and I can't even explain how he is, he leaves me speechless. We had been talking for 4 hours and it was the best hours of my life. Suddenly, I heard my father calling and I rushed to him
"Father, what is it?" I asked
"This is the man you’ll marry." He said
"Good evening, Princess Y/n. I am Prince Edgar. Your father told me a lot about you and I'm looking forward to become your husband" Edgar said
"Hey Edgar, please wait for 6 minutes and I'll be back" I ran with my father
"Father, I don’t want to marry him, I'm already in love with someone else" I told him
"Who is that "someone else" you're in love with?"
"I'm in love with Prince Timothée, the prince of The Chalamet Descendants" I said
"NO! You aren’t going to marry a Chalamet and instead marry Edgar!" He said furiously
"But father-"
"QUIET! When I said you can't marry Chalamet, I mean it. Now go back and talk with Edgar.
So, I talked with Edgar. Judging by his words, he seemed so dull,evil and he seemed a bit like a manipulator. Our conversation only lasted for 1 hour. Then the clock struck midnight and everyone went home. I fell so hard for Timothée and I don’t know if I'll ever see him again but I want him to know that I was enchanted to meet him. The lingering questions kept me up "2am, who do you love?" I wonder till I'm wide awake. "Who do you love" my mind asked, I don’t know what will happen...
#timotheé chalamet#timothee chalamet x you#timothee x y/n#timothee x reader#timothee chalamet fanfiction#prince timothée scenario#taylor swift fanfiction
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my best friend sent me timothee chalamet’s insta post for zendaya’s bday and i told her that that’s how you know it’s a true friendship because he had posted a silly pic of her instead of a pretty/formal one and then i remembered tom had done the same for his and it got me thinking about how different it was from his past birthday posts of her when they still weren’t together or public abt their relationship (and which were more semi-formal-ish) and so naturally it got me thinking of a frat!peter context (because he has actually consumed my life)
it’s trouble’s birthday and with that comes the expected birthday posts from friends and family and that year Ethan and Tarrent had posted greetings as well EXCEPT their pics are silly stolen shots they took of her from parties or whenever trouble is at the frat house and trouble acts all annoyed and grouchy about it (after she says her thanks ofc) telling peter to keep his brothers in line but she secretly loves it bc
scenario 1: if they’re still in the situationship, it means something that his friends have taken the time and effort to greet the girl who doesn’t hold any formal label with Peter but is always around
or
scenario 2: they are officially together already and at this point his friends have become her friends too and ofc she knows that but it’s one of those tiny realization moments that make you happy cry
p.s. i just had a bunch of sugary treats in case this submissions sounds like it was all written in one sentence
I SEE THE VISIONNNNNN
scenario 1:::::
peter posts a picture of you two from a party, maybe you're kissing his cheek, or he's kissing yours. and he gives it a small caption of 'it is your birthday.'
tarrent would post some from a party when you were extra lit and caption it with 'another year of trouble... uh oh.' ethan posting a video of you doing a keg stand or a row of shots with the 'go stink, fuck it up!' audio.
scenario 2:::::
peter would post a picture of you in his bed, maybe you have his hat on and it's fallen over your eyes and you have this wide smile because you couldn't stop laughing. and he adds a heart and captions it with 'one day to celebrate another year of your life isn't enough. i love you, trouble. happy birthday!'
tarrent would post one of you and peter shotgunning a beer, cutting the video to make it seem like you won. 'birthday girl always wins.'
ethan would post a picture with both of you holding up some pigs you had crocheted together. 'friends make friends with each other. love u big time trouble, happy b-day!'
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i just saw something on tiktok about timothee chalamet showing up to a timothee chalamet lookalike contest and people were like “wait you actually look like him” and now i’m just imagining gotham hosting one of those for bruce or dick and bruce pulls up as brucie wayne, no security, in the wild just after a WE meeting and joins the contest and loses. like imagine brucie joining the bruce wayne lookalike contest and losing. it would be especially funny if clay face was the one who won or just some random citizen that happens to look more like bruce wayne then bruce wayne does. he posts about it on his twitter later and someones like “wait that was YOU?”
this same scenario but with dick would be prefect too. he posts about it later on his twitter and is so offended someone else won the dick grayson contest 😭 “no one could replicate this ass, c’mon guys :(”
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you are doing gods work with all of this peter b. parker content, thank you for your service!
can I request peter b. parker headcanons on how he deals with having a crush on the reader? a human disaster basically.
Thank you so much for liking my stories! I love this idea, and rather than my usual friends to lovers approach for Peter B, I decided to make it more of a celebrity crush 😉
Part 1, Part 2
Reporter!Peter B having a crush on Actress!Reader!
He's such a cutie patootie
As an avid horror movie fan, of course he knew about you
You were one of the top scream queens in some of the most iconic slasher, monster, paranormal, etc. Films
It was always a secret dream of his when he joined the Daily Bugle to one day do an interview with any actor
As a man who can't act at all himself, he's always been envious of those who can
Putting on a mask was the closest he ever got to being someone else
He totally has a Pinterest board of your different characters
Totally doesn't have a poster he commissioned of your role in a zombie movie sitting in his room
Is totally the type to have a bunch of edits of you saved in his phone
For one birthday his buddy Ned got him this joke shirt with your face on it saying "I love Lana Del Rey" with pictures of you on it (I have a shirt of Pedro Pascal that says "I love Timothee Chalamet" on it)
Always joked that if he ever met you, he'd cry
That was until he got the chance to actually interview
He has never volunteered quicker to handle a report about someone that wasn't spiderman
Bro went on a whole makeover day immediately to get himself looking spic and span for you
Fresh new cut, clean shaved, new suit, new cologne
Plus a pedicure but he'll never admit that
He binged all of your best roles and wrote down so many different questions for the interview and quizzed himself on trivia
Has a bunch of questions from "fans" on note cards
"Peter... Are you fans?"
The interview is basically over your career and what's next for you and some of your personal life
On the day of the interview he was so excited and nervous
He's thought of a million different scenarios that could happen, one of them being that you'd fall madly in love with him
He was also scared you'd be snotty and mean
No matter what, he was a big fan and honored to do this interview for you
The interview was basically in a coffee shop. It wasn't anything that was gonna be recorded or anything, so he didn't have to worry about looking all macho in front of a camera. That and this way he can ask even more questions
He planned to get there at least an hour early, way too excited. And he didn't want you to wait
Was beyond shocked and thrown off by you already being there, waiting before ordering
Had he gotten the wrong time???
Had he been late???
How long were you waiting!?
Yet all he could do was stand frozen in front of the entrance, his mouth hung open, staring at you with wide eyes
You were reading a book, looking so peaceful and patient
He was scared that he had built up this image of you in his mind, and that reality wouldn't add up to his fantasy
But seeing you right there, who could blame him for getting his hopes up
You feel eyes on you, and look up to see a man standing there and staring
You never understood why people would put you on this high pedestal, seeing you as some sort of savior, too scared to touch you
But you were always so grateful for your fans, hell, they were the reason you were where you were today
And so rather than getting uncomfortable, you simply smile, setting your book down, walking over to the door
Might as well make the first move
FUCK
Fuck fuck fuck
You were walking over oh god
His knees became weak, his palms suddenly sweaty
Before he could run away though, you had cracked the door open, peaking out at him
"Yes? Who is it?" You joked
It was so simple, but it felt like he had been slapped in the face. It was so... Cute
You opened the door all the way, holding a hand out to him in greeting
"You must be Peter B. Parker from the Bugle! I'm (Y/n)!"
".... U-uh hello name my Peter-"
WHAT
HUH
'nAmE mY pEtEr!??'
But you just laughed. Not at him, but you thought it was charming
Thank God
You explain that you'd been in the area searching for a book, and decided to sit in the shop and read it until he got there
You also noticed he was early, but didn't mention it
All he did was nod, keeping his mouth shut in gear he'd say something stupid again
You both go up to the counter, a teenager taking your order
You had placed your order, just a (favorite drink) and (favorite snack)
He commits it to memory
You give his arm a squeeze, telling him you'll wait at the table you got for you guys
Holy shit she's touching him-
He swallows thickly, nodding and smiling at you
"You good dude? I wouldn't worry. All first dates are awkward." The teen tells him
His heart skips at the thought of this being a date, his face going red
He places his order, and the teen gasses him up, being a hype man
"You got this dude!!"
Thank you kid
He shakes off his previous nervousness, his nerve and confidence coming back to him
He finds that your actually a lot more nice and quiet than he thought
You always played confident, loud characters, occasionally a dumb bimbo, and only sometimes were you the quiet character
He always liked those roles the most. They felt more real
You told him everything, listening to all of his questions carefully, indulging in his geeky theories
"You know, I've never told anyone this, but I actually love reading the fanfiction that my fans make for me."
His face lights up at this, and he promises to keep that out of the interview
You even ask him questions about himself, to which he tells you, albeit a bit shyly
But you listen with so much intent, his heart skips a beat again
By the end of the interview, it felt like you two had known eachother forever
He didn't even get to bust out his note cards of nerdy questions, but he wasn't complaining
"Wow, we got that done so fast! Honestly, it'd be a shame to waste the evening. Would you maybe wanna go get a bite to eat?"
It's as if one of his enemies had thrown him against a wall and knocked the wind from his lungs
YOU??? Asking HIM out!??
"Ha- I, uh, food good yes-"
PETER-
"O-oh! Great! I know this great Italian restaurant a couple blocks that way, I just know it'll blow your socks off!"
He was fangirling so hard right now
Let's just hope you don't wanna go back to his place afterwards though. He'd die of embarrassment at all of the memorabilia he has
#fanfiction#peter b parker#peter b parker x reader#peter benjamin parker#spiderman x reader#spiderman x you#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman into the spiderverse#spiderman
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I’ve obviously stepped on the wrong side of Tumblr today. Some of y’all need professional help! My deepest condolences to the people with absolutely no lives to the point where you have to make up fake scenarios in your head and actually think they’re real life. Timothee Chalamet is a grown 27 year old man. Kylie Jenner is a grown 26 year old woman. The fact that y’all can actually think that you have to or can save this man is so sick. PLEASE get a life! Timothee does not want you. I promise. The delusions I’ve seen on Timothee tumblr are disgusting! Scratch what you think you know and please tap into reality. The fact that y’all hate the Kar/Jenners so much that it has jaded/ altered your sense of perception needs to be studied. I literally cannot. And if you think this is up for debate, it’s not so don’t bother leaving a comment 😂
I can’t believe that people are taking actual evidence and making things up, down to his facial expressions, he looked ecstatic to me 😂
I literally saw someone say he looked stressed and in need of saving. TOUCH GRASS!!
Not gonna lie I hope they get married and have a lot of kids just to spite my delulu girlies, just to show you how little control you have in this situation LMAO
#timothée chamalet#kylie jenner#Timothee chalamet and Kylie jenner#Timothee x Kylie#touchgrass#gogetsomehelp#getalife#hedoesntwantyou#timothee chamalet
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Fame DR Scenario
Okay so this scenario is kinda based on a mix between the Larry Stylinson shippers and what’s going on with my s/o and his ‘ex’ in this reality.
So basically, me and Ben suddenly stop posting each other with no explanation. Of course the fans go crazy and make theories, although no official statements were made. We pretty much just go on with our lives and pretend like nothing happened. Everyone thinks we broke up, but the truth is we just took some space from each other due to me being busy with work.
So one day during tour, someone can be seen in the VIP box. Nobody knows who it is due to their face not being visible, but the fans theorize between it being Ben and it being someone new. During my song “Teenager In Love”, I look at the person in the VIP box, which the fans ofc go crazy about.
So a few days later Benjamin does a live with his friend, in which it’s confirmed that Ben is taken. A lot of fans think that he’s taken by someone else, although a lot of them still hold hope that it’s secretly me.
After a couple more weeks of nothing, I suddenly post these pictures:
Ofc fans are immediately curious as to who the mystery guy is, and everyone makes theories (some disturbing theories that it’s Timothee Chalamet?😭) until finally I post this:
Everyone immediately goes crazy and my comments are filled with people asking what happened and shit.
So yeah, basically I’m making my own crazy rumors cause why not😝
#fame dr#fame desired reality#shifting#reality shifting#shifting realities#reality shift#shiftblr#shifting community#shifting blog
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eating you out
timothée chalamet x afab!reader
now this is a dirty boy. he is MESSY. and honestly a little bit perverted. he loves it when it gets sloppy and messy, and he loves making you spill all over his tongue even more.
one of his favourite things to do, is use toys on you whilst he eats you out. he’ll either thrust a dildo into your “pretty hole” as he sucks your clit, or tease your aching clit as he tongue fucks you. he knows it makes you fall apart and he loves to see it, so he can’t help but use them.
the type of man to spit on your pussy… i did say he was messy. he just loves seeing how wet everything can get and i can promise you now, after his head comes up from sending you to heaven his lips and chin will be dripping.
has a guilty pleasure of eating you out after cumming inside you. the second he’s finished pounding into you and filling you up, he’ll have to “clean you up” as he puts it.
overstimulating you is a must. he loves seeing your body shake and shiver in pleasure because of what he'd doing to you. the way your body jolts and twitches when it's too much for you to handle, it just makes his cock twitch.
i can imagine him having a huge sexual appetite, and honestly, most of the time it's not even to get pleasure himself but to solely pleasure you: he could do it whenever and wherever.
one time you were on call to one of your friends, discussing some plans you had made and timothee couldn't help but glide himself between your legs; licking and sucking the entire time, making it progressively harder for you to up hold a decent conversation without moaning his name. and the whole time, he had a stupid grin on his face.
you could literally be laid on your bed, legs hiked up and within moments she'd be racing to get between your legs. he loves to eat pussy and oh boy, is he perfect at it.
he does enjoy a good old 69... being able to pleasure you whilst hearing you choke and gag on his cock, struggling to take it all, hearing the way you struggle to even do anything to him because of how much your moaning.
#timothee chalamet#timothee chalamet smut#timothee chalamet imagine#timothee chalamet scenario#laurie laurence#laurie laurence smut#laurie laurence imagine#laurie laurence scenario#paul atreides#paul atreides smut#paul atreides imagine#paul atreides scenario#smut#imagine#scenario
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"Come with me and you'll be In a world of pure imagination... Reach out -- touch -- what was once Just in your imagination..."
~"Pure Imagination (cover)" from Wonka (2023)
x~x~x~x
Hey, I told y'all that the new Wonka movie made me want to draw some Jacob Cromwell content!! Hehe! 🥰
But yes. Considering that Timothee Chalamet has been my fancast for my boy Jacob for ages (though I initially picked Timothee because how he appeared in The Adderall Diaries, since I always imagined Jacob with long hair), I couldn't have been happier by what I saw of Wonka's trailers, because really, I thought to myself that even if I didn't end up liking the film, I'd have lots of fun new gifs to use in RP posts for Jacob. But as it turned out, I absolutely loved Wonka...and for a good chunk of the movie, all I could think is, "...Timothee is basically just playing an illiterate, chocolatier Jacob Cromwell right now. 😂" So yeah, a Jacob Wonka concept seemed like an absolute no-brainer...especially when the "dumb big brother/smart little sister" dynamic Wonka has with Noodle in the film reminds me so much of Jacob's dynamic with his sister, my OG girl Carewyn. Which reminds me...I also did a concept for a Noodle!twelve-year-old!Carey Bear to go along with this too!
In this alternate universe scenario, Carewyn and Jacob wouldn't be biological siblings -- instead Jacob Wonka is the orphaned son of soft-spoken chocolate genius Lane Wonka, while Carewyn is the orphan ward of a nasty conwoman who's simply called "Pipsqueak" by everyone because of her small size, only for Jacob to shorten the name down further to "Pip" and then ret-con the nickname to be short for "Pippa" (meaning "lover of horses"), because his new surrogate little sister sings songs about wild horses when she's sad and come on, it's a much better name than "Pipsqueak." And of course as it turns out Pippa's past is ultimately tied up with one of the three main members of the Chocolate Cartel, Charles Cromwell. It is weird to split this family up this way, but ehhh, the idea made me smile anyway. No idea who most anyone else would be, but I imagine all of the other characters would mainly be people significant to Jacob's story more than Carewyn's, such as Rakepick, Duncan, Olivia, and Madam Rosmerta, rather than anyone from the Circle of Khanna.
Oh yes -- and for those of you who need proper audio for that above bonus comic of Jacob Wonka and "Pippa"...here. 😝
Hold your breath -- make a wish -- count to three...and hope you all have a lovely night! Much love!! xoxo
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#my art#jacob cromwell#wonka (2023)#carewyn cromwell#wonka au#honestly wonka!jacob makes me laugh all the more because he IS a chocoholic#and he travels the world as a vagabond wizard in his canon so yeah that matches too!
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Can you do a quick twinflame reading to see if there is any progress in the connection between armie and timmy?
And can you see if Timmy and Kylie are over? They have not been seen for a while. He did not support her in anything she has launched. Either he is a really bad boyfriend, or they are not really together.
This will be a quick twinflame reading as you requested:
I’m gonna start with Timothee’s energy.
Reminiscing: I miss our inside jokes.
Disagreements: I wish you understood how I feel.
Neglected: I failed to give you what you need.
Runner: I don’t want to run anymore.
Commitment: I want you to be a part of my future.
Damage: but we are both hurting from this.
I also got the message: I miss you, do you?
I want you.
Open your eyes: if someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.
Third party situation: other people maybe interfering with this relationship and dimming it’s full potential.
And then we have Armie’s cards:
Gossip: there are too much gossips. I’m afraid of what other people will think.
Unsatisfied: I wasn’t happy the way things were going.
Dishonesty: by lying, I ripped us apart.
Unexpected outcome: things didn’t go the way I planned
Daydreaming: I am always longing for you.
I also got these messages: I’m sorry
Listen to your heart.
Take your power back: you are giving someone control over how you feel, your happiness should only depend on you.
Reconciliation: someone from your past is or will be returning to your life soon.
As for questions about Kylie:
You already know.
Deception: someone is wearing a mask in this relationship.
Actions speak louder than words: if you want to know what someone is feeling, watch what they are doing.
As for if they have broken up. I still want to hold on to what I said earlier. I think things broke off around 10th October. But we might not recieve news about this before as late as July. I insist that is why we have not seen them together, but we are only getting insinuations that they have been seen places.
Just a piece of advice to fans out there that disapprove of this Chalamet and Jenner connection. Usually I am not a bias person, but I do have certain values. I understand why people feel so strongly repulsed by this particular connection. The worst thing you can do as a collective is to feed constant energy into this connection. Whatever, energy is still energy, and you will in worst case scenario manifest something you actually do not want by constantly fueling this connection with a mass energy. Free your thoughts and let the universe work it’s wonder. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
#celebrity tarot#intuitive readings#tarot reading#timothee chalamet#armie hammer#kylie jenner#tarot reading for celebrities#celebrity tarot reading#tarot readings#oracle cards#spirituality
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