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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐄 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶ㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ㅤೀ

— 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘓𝘦𝘦, 𝘏𝘢𝘭, 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬

Her skin, a canvas where perfection resides, Her hair, a cascade of silken tides. Her eyes, a mirror reflecting boundless depths, A universe of emotions, where love intercepts. Her voice, a symphony that soothes the soul, Its melody enchanting, making his spirit whole. Her laughter, a tinkling bell's sweet refrain, A melody that chases away all pain. He worships her as a deity of love, His heart surrenders, soaring like a dove. Her presence fills him with a sacred light, Guiding his path through life's murky night. With every breath he takes, her image lingers, An ethereal vision that sets his heart aflutter. Her existence a gift, beyond compare, A masterpiece of beauty, forever to share. He gazes at her with eyes filled with awe, Lost in her radiance, his soul in tow. Her smile, a beacon of hope and cheer, Dispelling darkness, casting out fear. In her embrace, he finds solace and peace, A sanctuary where his worries cease. Her touch, a gentle caress that sets him free, Healing wounds with its tender alchemy. He cherishes her laughter, prizes her tears, For in her presence, his world fills with cheers. She is his goddess, his guiding star, The love of his life, forever near and far. Through life's trials, he vows to stand by her side, His unwavering devotion, a constant guide. For in her love, he finds his greatest worth, A treasure he'll protect with all his heart's girth.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀 ─ 𔒌 . ♡𝆬

In his heart's embrace, a tender soul resides, A confectioner's dream, sweetened with love's tides. His eyes behold a goddess, radiant and bright, Her every smile, a beacon that banishes the night. Like chocolate's rich aroma, his love fills the air, A fragrant symphony that conquers all care. Each glance from her eyes, a sip of pure delight, Melts his being to a state of dreamy flight. Her voice, a cascade of notes that dance in his ear, A sweet serenade that fills him with cheer. Her laughter echoes, as if bells ring with glee, A celestial chorus, etching her image in his memory. Her skin is as smooth as velvet, so soft to the touch, As if crafted from petals, untouched and unsmirched. Her hair cascades like a stream of molten gold, Ensnaring his heart in its shimmering hold. Her lips, a confection of sweetness, tempt his desire, A tantalizing treat that sets his soul afire. In her embrace, he finds solace and relief, His sugary paradise, banishing all grief. He worships the ground she treads upon with grace, Her every step a dance, a mesmerizing chase. Her smile, a beacon that guides him through the darkest night, Illuminating his path with its radiant light. Her mind is a treasure trove, wisdom flows unbound, Her words like honey, healing every wound. Her intellect captivates, her spirit soars, A paragon of beauty, unmatched in all time's doors. With every beat of his heart, his love grows stronger still, A tapestry of emotions, vibrant and true to fill. He's her devoted knight, ready to conquer all, His love for her, an unquenchable, eternal call. He envisions their future, a sugary delight, Filled with laughter, adventures, and love's gentle might. Together, they'll create memories as sweet as chocolate dreams, A lifetime of indulgence, fulfilling all their whims. Oh, sweet chocolatier, forever under her spell, His heart's desire, a goddess who captivates his soul so well. In her presence, he finds joy, contentment, and grace, An eternal love story, written on time's sweet embrace.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ─ 𓇢𓆸 . ♡𝆬

Her every movement, a symphony of grace, Her laughter, a melody that fills his space. He watches from afar, his hunger gnawing, Yearning to possess her, her essence craving. But as reverence turns to possession's lust, He succumbs to a sin, a sacrifice unjust. With each morsel he consumes, her flesh so sweet, His love becomes a horror, a ravenous retreat. He whispers words of adoration as he feasts, His teeth sinking deep, a macabre release. Her eyes, once so radiant, now glazed with dread, As he feeds on her essence, leaving her for dead. In the aftermath, a hollow ache remains, A cruel mockery of the love he feigned. He mourns the goddess he created in his mind, His sorrow a bitter echo, his heart confined. Her bones, once pristine, now a grisly reminder, Of the depravity that love can hinder. He caresses them with trembling hands, a mournful plea, Seeking a connection, a memory to decree. The world judges harshly, their voices a condemning cry, But he remains unyielding, his madness soaring high. For in his eyes, she was not just a mere flesh, But a deity he loved beyond his own death. Haunted by her absence, his spirit wilts, Each passing day, his sanity tilts. He wanders the streets, a pariah outcast, Carrying the burden of his horrific repast. In the depths of his despair, a flicker of remorse, A realization that his actions were coarse. But forgiveness eludes him, his soul forever stained, By the love he destroyed, the life he profaned.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐋 ─ ♕ . ♡𝆬

Her touch, a gentle breeze caressing, Awakening dreams, with blessings blessing. Her laughter, music to his ears, Dispelling sorrows, quenching fears. He led her through the throne room's grace, Where tapestries depicted their embrace. A queen, a goddess, his heart's desire, He'd fallen for her with burning fire. Her virtues, pure as driven snow, Her kindness warmed him, made his soul glow. He worshipped her, not as a mortal maid, But as a celestial being, unafraid. He'd bow his head to gaze into her eyes, Seeing heaven's reflection, a paradise. Her hair, a silken waterfall so fine, Cascading gently, entwined like vines. He'd whisper sonnets filled with fervent praise, Exalting her beauty, a celestial maze. Her smile, a radiant dawn's embrace, A sight that stole his breath, a timeless trace. In hallowed halls, he held her close and dear, His love for her unwavering, crystal clear. He sought her pleasure, her utmost joy, Delighting in her presence, without alloy. The courtly whispers echoed through the halls, Of a king's devotion that shattered all walls. He'd consecrate his realm to her name, His love eternal, an unquenchable flame.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ─ ⛥ . ♡𝆬

Her presence, a perfume, sweet and ethereal, A celestial melody, soft and ethereal. Her voice, a symphony, enchanting and pure, A tender whisper that his every desire lures. Her eyes, a universe of dreams unfurled, Where constellations dance and stardust's whirled. Their gaze, a spell that binds him forevermore, A love profound that knows no bounds nor shore. Her touch, a brush of paradise on his skin, As if a seraph's touch had come to kin. It sparks a flame within, a fire that burns bright, An ardent devotion, day and darkest night. He marvels at her wisdom, deep and true, Her spirit, soaring like an eagle's view. Her grace and poise, a celestial art, A masterpiece of nature, a treasure from the start. He sees not flaws, but only radiant light, A goddess descended from celestial heights. His heart, her temple, where he offers his all, A sanctuary of devotion, an eternal thrall. In her embrace, he finds solace and rest, A sanctuary where his weary soul is blessed. Her laughter echoes through his world like a chime, Dispelling shadows, restoring hope sublime. With every glance, his love grows stronger yet, A tapestry woven with threads of pure delight. He sings her praises, a poet's soul unfurled, For she is his goddess, the jewel of his world.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 ─ ♬ . ♡𝆬

In his eyes, she was a goddess fair, Her presence graced his world beyond compare. Like a beacon in the darkest night, Her love ignited a flame so bright. He adored her every move, Her laughter filled his heart with glee. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, A reminder of her beauty, divine. His thoughts were filled with her allure, Each moment spent with her, he cherished pure. Her smile, a balm for weary eyes, Her presence, a solace, a gentle prize. He danced to her every whim, His heart her captive, forever dim. Her desires, his command, Her worship, his sacred brand. He painted her in vibrant hues,Her eyes twinkled like distant dews. Her skin, like velvet, soft and smooth, He loved her with a passion, uncouth. In his shrine, her image stood tall, A symbol of his devotion, his all. He whispered prayers to her at night, Begging for her constant, eternal light. Her every breath was like a song, Her voice carried melodies that danced along. He would listen for hours, transfixed, In her presence, his soul grew rich.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ─ ✉ . ♡𝆬

With each stolen glance, a symphony played, A melody woven from the threads of her gaze. Her ivory skin, a canvas for his desire, A tapestry adorned with embers of fire. Her voice, a celestial choir soaring high, Whispering truths that made his spirit fly. Her presence, a celestial balm, so sweet, A refuge from the storms that raged at his feet. In her eyes, he saw his own reflection, A mirror of his soul's hidden perfection. She held his broken pieces with gentle care, Rekindling a flame that had once burned bright. Her laughter, a sparkling cascade of bliss, Banishing shadows with its ethereal kiss. Her smile, a beacon that guided him through, A radiant sunrise illuminating the true. With trembling hands, he touched her silken hair, Like brushing petals, a touch beyond compare. Her every gesture, a masterpiece unfurled, An endless canvas where his love unfurled. He worshiped her beauty, an eternal vow, A sacred flame that forever would glow. Her body, a temple, a vessel divine, A haven where his soul would forever entwined. Lost in the labyrinth of her embrace, His heart found solace, a tranquil space. She was his muse, his inspiration eternal, His goddess, his guiding star, his celestial eternal.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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highwaylife · 1 month

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TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET - A SMALL FILMOGRAPHY GLIMPSE (2014-PRESENT)

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boleynecklace · 2 months

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Winona Ryder and Christian Bale as Jo March and Theodore "Laurie" Laurence Little Women (1994) dir. Gillian Armstrong

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chalametluvrz · 1 month

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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

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet headcanon #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet scenario #timothee chalamet drabble #laurie laurence #paul atreides #willy wonka #lee bones and all #little women #dune #wonka #headcanons #imagine #smut #drabble

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 1 month

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How would each character react if you slapped them + feyd. Love the dune 2 scene

I loved that scene as well. Chani is my girlfriend in my mind now

A lot of these got sexual so sorry if that isn't what you meant.

Paul

You were fighting about him letting the power get to his head. His mother had burrowed her ideas so far down you barely recognized Paul.

You were ready to leave and never return and he wanted to stop you so he used the voice on you. You both froze and then Paul is in front of you apologizing and you slap him. Once, twice, and then a third time.

He knows he deserved it and begs you to hit him again and again until you forgive him. Of course, the more you hit him and the more he takes it the more turned on you both become until you shove him to the ground tearing his clothes off and riding his cock.

Feyd

Feyd is being well Feyd. He's cocky and bragging about how anyone would be lucky to have him the way you do. And goes on and on about all the people he slept with. And he started to rank them.

You are mostly ignoring him, used to his self-pissing contest until he mentioned the name of someone close to you. and when you asked him just when he slept with them and he mentioned recently you slapped him. So hard his head turns. He chuckles and slowly turns to stare at you. "So you want to do that again?" It's a threat, partly playful and partly serious.

And you go to do it again, but he catches your wrist, twisting it behind your body and pressing you against the wall. "Fuck you fire turns me on."

"Fuck you," you said in anger. Which is the wrong thing since he is already pulling your dress up your hips and ripping your underwear down. "With pleasure. You know you outrank them all," he tells you as he thrusts into you in one go.

"I better be."

Laurie

Laurie is shocked, upset, and confused. He doesn't know what part of his words upset you but an apology is already on his tongue. "I'm sorry. Goodness, I'm sorry. Forgive me, my love."

You are still mad and your hand aches but so does your heart when you see the red mark on his face and the tears in his eyes. "I shouldn't have hit you," you said. "I am sorry."

He doesn't care because he knows if you hit him it is for good reason. He just takes you into his arms and mumbles apologies and forgiveness in your neck.

Hal

"Oh, I had no idea we were playing games today," he would say with a smirk, grabbing your wrist and pulling you until you crashed into his chest. "Is it my turn to spank you now?" The fight was long forgotten as his cock hardened in his pants.

"I'm mad at you. let me go," you say struggling against him but he doesn't let go just smirks down at you and swats your behind. "Your turn, slap me again." He would order.

Lee

He's stunned and turned on. He touches his cheek to make sure that actually happened. "Umm, I know you are upset, but I have never been harder in my life," he would blurt out. Killing all the anger in the room.

Wonka

It's during sex with you riding his cock and him moaning so prettily. He is flushed a beautiful shade of pink but you have the desire to see him red and without thinking you hit him.

You froze and are apologizing profusely. He, of course, hears none of it as he is taking in what happened and then he is throwing his head back moaning louder than ever between and cumming inside of you. "Again. Again. Again," he would beg.

Kyle

He nodded as he chuckled. He would be more surprised if you didn't hit him. "That's fair, really fucking fair," he would say before turning back to you. "Do you feel better, kitten?" He would ask grabbing your waist.

You would pout and look away from him but don't fight his hold. Kyle laughs again and pinches your waist causing you to yip. "You can hit me and ignore me. If we are getting physical at least let me your angry eyes. Do you want to hit me again. I'll let you. Just know that I will get a turn after, but you'll need to get across my lap for it."

"I hate you," you mumbled.

"I love you too," he replied.

Elio

Tears. There is nothing but tears when you hit Elio. He is hard and pressed against a tree, moaning too loudly to not get caught so you hit him and don't hold back. You know he likes the pain even if he doesn't admit it.

He moaned and sobbed you would hit him again but it doesn't help. Not until you have to take off your underwear and push it into his mouth, but his eyes are still begging to get hit again.

#timothée chalamet #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha #laurie laurence x reader #laurie laurence #prince hal x reader #lee x reader #lee bones and all imagines #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #kyle scheible x reader #kyle scheible #elio perlman #elio perlman x reader

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timhalamet · 2 months

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I saw laurie Lawrence and i got so excited (i see no fics of him even though he’s like the perfect man even if he sucks sometimes.) i’m excited to see your writings <3

the way things go

pairings- laurie laurence x fem!reader

summary- after over hearing laurie propose to your sister Jo, heartbroken you decide to leave to paris

warnings- angst, not proofread nothing else

'would you do me the greatest honour of making me your husband.'

Laurie's words seemed to replay and echo in the dull hollow walls of your mind. Your heart ached as tears dripped down your face . You were going to tell Laurie you loved him. You thought he loved you.

It was obvious now that you were wrong.

With a hand clamped over your mouth, you muffled the sob threatening to break out from your throat.

What made it worse was that he hadn't proposed to anyone else.

He proposed to Jo.

Anger simmed through you, overtaking the flow of your pain. You had asked Jo if something between her and Laurie had been going on and everytime she replied with 'don't be silly! Laurie's like my brother!' or 'laurie!? What possibly could make you think that!?' and brushed it off with furrowed brows and a disgusted frown.

But that didn't match up with what you had just witnessed.

Through the slightly ajar door, you walked down the hallway of lauries and his grandfather's house, hoping to speak to him only to be met with the sight of Laurie on one knee facing Jo, with a small velvet box holding one of the most gorgeous ring you have ever seen.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

You held back your sob and flew down the stairs not caring if either of Jo or Laurie heard you.

You ran. Ran till you were in your bedroom, without a second thought, stuffing the rest of your precious belongings into your suitcase, filling it to the brim.

You looked around at your room savouring every inch before hauling your suitcase and down the stairs.

'you're already leaving so early?'

Marmees soft gentle voice called out from behind you, and you sighed turning around to face.

'should I get laurie to help you?'

A weak smile formed on your face, but you knew it was no use. Marmee could see right through anyone.

'no it's alright..I wouldn't want to bother him' your words came out more bitter than you intended to.

Soon without telling Meg, Jo, Beth, or Amy, you walked out of the door.

And to Paris.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

Laurie knelt on knee holding the velvet box to Jo.

Jo squealed and grabbed Laurie up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

'its perfect! It's time, we need to go tell the others!'

'wait I need to look presentable' Laurie joked before dusting his clothes off and fixing the rough state of his hair.

The pair soon went to Lauries grandfather and told him the news.

He was ecstatic.

They spent an hour with lauries grandfather, before trampling through the thick mount of snow to tell marmee and the girls.

'is she here?', Laurie asked marmee.

Marmee sadly smiled, 'shes already left to the train station'

Laurie felt his heart drop to his stomach.

'what?'

'shes already left to Paris, if you're lucky the train might not have departed yet due to the snow storm.'

You sat on one of the benches at the train station, the bell jar in your hand, as you read impatiently waiting for your train to arrive.

Soon the call of your train was made.

You grabbed your suitcase and bag, holding the book with our arm.

As you began to struggle as you attempted to haul your suitcase and bag on the train, you felt arms grab your suitcase and a familiar voice.

'wait!'

You turned around to see Laurie, his hair sticking in all directions, and his face flushed from the snow.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the train.

'what were you thinking? You were just going to leave? Without telling the girls? Without telling me?' his voice was strained and raspy as if he had been screaming.

'laurie I don't have time for this- the train its leaving!' you harshly ripped yourself from Laurie's grip, attempting to chase the train down as it slowly departed, only to be in his hold again.

He held you against his chest.

'youre not leaving. You cant-why?'

You struggled to find your words.

You looked at him million answers as to why. Why? 'why? Really Laurie why? You know exactly why!' you held a finger to him accusingly as you jabbed him in the chest 'you- what happened to us? We were so close. I love you Laurie. That's 'why?'.' Laurie's jaw dropped as you continued. 'i love you and I thought...' your voice trailed off as you swallowed the lump in your throat frustrated. 'i thought you loved me to. And I went. I went to tell you but you already proposed, I was too late. You love her.' your voice dropped with jealousy and anguish.

'what?' Laurie asked his brows furrowed as he bit the inside of his cheek 'who are you taking about? I love you. Only you.'

You were confused. But didn't he propose to Jo? 'laurie I saw you... I saw..but you proposed to jo.'

Lauries faced changed. His eyes widened as his mouth slowly formed into a grin before he started laughing.

'laurie it's not funny!' you exclaim, yet also finding yourself trying to hide your smile, pushing him away playfully.

Laurie grabbed your hands, enlacing his fingers with yours.

'god, i was practicing to propose.' he chuckled ' I was practicing to propose. To you.'

'oh.' was all that left your mouth but it was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions in your stomach.

'so what do you say? Will you be my wife?' he asked grinning as his hands revealed a small velvet box holding the same gorgeous diamond ring.

'yes!' you beamed at him, your cheeks flushed as he slid the ring on your finger.

As laurie quickly embraced you, his chin on your head as you wrapped your arms around your torso, Laurie chuckled,

'i can't believe that after all that practicing this is the propsosal.'

'well I guess that's just the way things go.'

a/n I hate this so much but idk if it's just me 😭 I hope it's okay for you guys!

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her-favorite · 4 months

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TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET M.L.:

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET:

PAUL ATREIDES:

LAURIE LAURENCE:

REGULUS BLACK:

LEE:

consumption

the eyes in iowa

WILLY WONKA:

drabbles:

visions; p. atreides

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staliaqueen · 2 months

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Got love-struck, went straight to my head Got lovesick all over my bed Love to think you’ll never forget We’ll pay the price, I guess

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daemonsdarksister · 1 month

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Laurie studies her face, and we know that he sees her and loves her

Laurie catches her face with his hands, and kisses her

LITTLE WOMEN (2019)

Florence Pugh and Timothée Chalamet <3

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babyflorencee · 3 months

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Peach Boy

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

As the set buzzed with activity, I found myself in the midst of the action, watching my best friend Timothèe embody the character of Laurie in the scenes of "Little Women." His transformation was captivating to me; the boy that I had known for years seemed to dissolve into the persona of a charming, albeit sometimes aggravating, young man.

I couldn't help but admire Timothèe's talent. Each gesture, each inflection of his voice, painted a portrait of Laurie, distinct from the Timothèe I knew off-screen. His portrayal was captivating, drawing me in despite my best efforts to keep my emotions in line.

Throughout the filming, Timothèe's occasional glances in my direction sent ripples of warmth through me. His winks and smiles, though brief, reassured me of our undeniable connection.

As the hours flew by, a chill settled over the set, causing me to grab Timothèe's abandoned jacket, draping it around myself, as I was enveloped in the scent of his perfume, making a familiar comfort surge through my body.

Then, as abruptly as it began, the director's voice rang out, signaling the end of filming. Timothèe approached me, a mixture of exhaustion and amusement dancing in his eyes as he saw my motionless figure, wrapped up in his jacket.

"What's up, Peach boy?" Florence quipped, slightly messing up Timothèe's hair with a playful affection.

Her glances spoke volumes, and he couldn't help but wonder if she saw what he dared to not admit.

Timothèe's laughter filled the air, a melody I knew by heart. "Oh, you know just hanging," he replied awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, shooting an awkward grin in my direction.

Florence looked at my figure, then back at Timothée, a smirk immediately going on her face as she leaned in close, pressing her mouth against his ear, before whispering, "have fun," and sending him a wink, causing a light shade of pink to take over his face.

Feeling a presence surrounding me, I opened my eyes. Letting a sigh of relief once I realized who the presence belonged to. "Hi," I said, tiredness evident in my voice, as Timothée's attention immediately became directed at me.

"Hey, thought you'd never wake up" He teased, his lips quivering into a smirk.

"Oh hush up," I said, rolling me eyes

"Am I just that boring to you, that my acting, that my JOB put you to sleep?"

"Yeah, I hated it," I joked laughing at his shocked face.

In that moment, our playful banter was a shield against ou unspoken truths lingering between us. As Timothèe's gaze met mine, a rush of anticipation coursed through me. His proximity was intoxicating, like there was a silent invitation hanging in the air, as the tension crackled between us, a palpable energy begging to be acknowledged.

"No, you were amazing. Your acting skills could never keep me away," I said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

His laughter was a familiar symphony, a melody that resonated deep within me.

In the hush that followed, our eyes locked in a silent exchange, the unspoken becoming increasingly louder, then, in a daring move, Timothèe closed the distance between us, his lips brushing against mine in a tantalizing caress.

In that moment, time stood still, the world falling away as our hearts beat in unison.

But our moment was interrupted by the sound of an applause, a gentle reminder of the world outside our bubble of intimacy.

As Florence's voice broke through the silence, her joyous laughter filled the air, a testament to the bonds that bound us together.

With a shared glance, Timothèe and I embraced the inevitable, our laughter mingling with the echoes of our newfound connection.

"About time! Tim, I'll trust that you won't mess this up," Florence said, a hint of teasing evident in her voice.

"Fucking asshole." Timothèe's laughter echoed through the air, as he looked down at me, shaking his head.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel?" I nodded in agreement, "But, can you carry me to the car, I don't want to walk," I said with a pout.

Timothèe gave me a small smile before he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, I couldn't help but smile as well, the weight of our shared secret had finally been lifted.

Once we made our way back to the familiarity of the room, the only sounds to be heard were the sounds of our footsteps ringing through the quiet night, as I smiled to myself, looking up at Timothée, then down to where our hands were connected, and in that moment, as the world finally faded into the background, I knew that our journey was only just beginning.

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maryqos · 1 month

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"So we don't need to talk about it, we don't need to say anything..."

Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

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justmeandmyships · 9 months

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How People think Laurie acted after Jo's rejection: Oh no! What am I going to do without Jo?! 😭😭😭 She's the love of my life. I loveeeee her...well I guess there's her annoying sister Amy, I guess I have to settle down and fix my broken heart. At least I'll be close to Jo 😭😭😭.

How Laurie (from the books) really acted: Oh no Jo rejected me...oh look there's Amy she looks so beautiful... what no. I need to cry for Jo...but I didn't know how much I missed Amy. thinks in Amy ... Laurie stop it You're in love with Jo... I'm supposed to stay here only for a few days but I stayed a whole month because being with Amy is so fun...no!!! I'm supposed to be sad... sad about whom? How was her name...why is Amy dancing with everyone but me 😭😭😭😭...I hate my childhood friend Fred suddenly like why does he exist?!!! 😑😑😑...oh right Jo!!!... I love her. Yes ...why I am not sad about her??!! I'm supposed to be heartbroken. I'm not this shallow. I'll proposed to Jo again and marry her even if I am miserable for the rest of my life before admitting my feelings weren't that deep and she was right....wait. why does Amy despise me 😭😭😭😭😭😭....writes an opera with a female lead exactly like Amy...Beth died, even though I'm closer to everyone else I'm going to travel across Europe and be there for Amy even if she despise me 😭😭😭. She needs me. Poor her.... wait do I love Amy?... how is this possible??...I wish we always pull the same boat, will you, Amy?.🥰🥰🥰

#otp #lol #amy x laurie #my babies #little women #amy & laurie #amy march #laurie laurence #Amy Laurence #good wives #You gotta love my boy

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hellcheerful · 1 year

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“Amy turns around to get one last look at Laurie. She loves him, as she’s always loved him.”

“She suddenly blushes, but smiles in thanks. And then runs off to greet Fred. From the top of the staircase, Laurie looks at her and Fred embrace, not sure of what he’s feeling.”

— Little Women (2019) script by Greta Gerwig

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chalametluvrz · 8 months

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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.

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 5 months

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His Eyes is on the Sparrow

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Description: Your best friend was hurting and if he had to hurt you to feel better you would gladly let him. You loved him and there was nothing you would deny Laurie Laurence.

A/N: Soo.... it's been a month since my last fic. I've been in the Laurie mood and wanted to write something a bit darker than usual. I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you want to see more darkish fics from me.

Warning: DarkLaurie, smut, biting, bruising, rough sex, slight breeding kink, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, possessive. Dubcon. Laurie is an asshole and a sad boy. Probably forgotten something.

“Amy, do you think we can make flower crowns for my wedding?” You asked from your place on the floor in Laurence’s living room where you two sat making flower crowns with Demi and Daisy.

“Are you getting married?” Meg asked from her place on the sofa, knitting a scarf.

“No. Well, someday I will marry, of course. I want a winter wedding with snow and winter flowers. And I would love to marry at night. A dress that has little snowflakes on it,” you said wistfully.

Meg giggled softly, “Do you have a groom in mind as well?” She asked.

“A knight in shining armor?” Amy teased.

“Not a knight, just someone sweet. That makes me laugh and want to build a family together,” you said, your mind flickered to Laurie for a moment before shaking your head. “No groom.”

Laurie did not see you that way. He was not a knight at all. If you never married it would be because of Laurie. He was possessive of you, but he didn’t love you at all. You were more of a doll for him to play with and discard once he was done with you.

It’s been like that for years. Ever since Jo broke his heart, his feelings about you changed. You were only a year older than Laurie and when you were a teenager your parents died. As your family and the Lawerance family were close, his grandfather took you in.

You and Laurie were close friends. He was your best friend and even though Jo was his, you never minded. Even as you fell in love with him, you stayed silent. Until Meg’s wedding and he was rejected. Laurie changed after that. Your relationship hasn’t been the same.

“Ah. Did your mind go somewhere? Thinking about someone?” Meg’s voice broke through.

“No no. I was thinking about peonies and if they would go well with baby’s breath,” you said smiling softly at her.

“For a bouquet? Maybe you are secretly seeing someone?” Amy gasped, causing both Demi and Daisy to laugh.

“Oh, my? Is that why you won’t let me set you up with one of John’s friends?” Meg asked. “I can’t believe you have a sweetheart and keeping him to yourself?” She said, shoving your shoulder playfully.

“No. I swear I am not seeing anyone. You two would be the first to know,” you assured them, though you couldn’t stop your face from flaming.

“So, no late-night kissing? Or sweet whispering in your ears?” Amy teased.

Demi giggled making kissing noises, causing all of you to laugh. Your face heated more, and you looked down on your crowns placing one on Daisy’s head and one on Demi. “You all will not be invited when I do marry,” you mumbled.

“I will be the maid of honor,” Meg countered.

“Bridesmaid for me of course,” Amy added.

“I hate you both,” you whined covering your face. You groan when they only laugh more. You couldn’t help the slight smile on your face. You loved the Marches and were forever grateful for their friendship.

The front door slammed cutting off the laughter at once. Amy jumped dropping her flower crowns as a soaking wet Laurie walked into the living room. Looking up your smile left your face when you saw him.

“Laurie?” You questioned softly, getting to your feet. “Are you all, right?” A dumb question. He was never all right, but you still always asked.

Laurie, for his part, just scoffed and made his way towards the study. The door slammed soon behind him. You deflated a bit at his response. Even if you were used to it, the hurt never went away. You wiped your hands on your skirt before turning back to the girls.

“It seems Laurie got caught in the rain and it’s affecting his mood,” you said, trying to lighten the mood he just created.

Amy scoffed. “Or maybe it is Laurie’s mood affecting the weather. He has done nothing but pout, drink, and make a fool of himself. It has been close to 3 years since he was rejected. He must get over it.” She ranted, loud enough for Laurie to hear.

“Amy, please-“ You started, glancing towards the closed door.

“No. No. Don’t Amy me. You are much too good to continue to stay here and put up with him. You could come stay with me, or Meg. Hell, anyone would be better than him. He is out of control. If you spend all your time looking after a manchild, you’ll never meet someone that you wish to marry.”

“Amy,” You shouted, frowning at her. “Enough, please.”

Meg stood, ushering her children over to her side. “Amy, perhaps it best we leave? The weather is awful, and we should get home before it is too bad.” She paused glancing between the pair of you, who were glaring each other down, before she settled on you. “Why don’t you come stay with us tonight? Have a sleepover like when we were younger?” She suggested with a kind smile.

You offered one in return and grasped her hands. “That would be wonderful, Meg, but I will have to take a raincheck.”

“Of course, you will,” Amy mumbled under her breath. “We worry. Laurie is not the same anymore.”

Meg sighed but nodded. She moved closer to whisper so the children wouldn’t hear. “He is not hurting you, is he?” she asked, worriedly.

You took in both their worried expression and softened slightly. You pulled them both into hugs. “You two are my dearest friends, thank you for the concern. But Laurie is still our Laurie. He would never and has never hurt me.”

“Are you sure? You had a bad bruise a week ago, you could barely handle a hug.” Meg reminded you.

You internally winced but externally you just smiled. “And I was telling the truth when I said I fell out of the bed. It’s embarrassing but completely true. You both know I am a clumsy thing. Something I hope my future husband can put up with,” you laughed.

They both chuckled along with you. “You are a walking magnet to accidents,” Amy said. You sighed as they both hugged you once more and bid you goodbye. You walked them to the door, closing it softly behind them.

Once alone you laid your head on the door. Taking deep breaths. You hated lying to your friends, but they really were worried about nothing. You could handle Laurie, you had to handle Laurie, and you loved him.

A hand tangled in your hair and roughly pulled your hair back. You gasped and stiffened as a warm, and still-soaking, body pressed against yours. A chuckle vibrated from his chest to your back as he buried his face in the side of your neck.

“So sweet of them to be concerned. So sweet of you to defend me,” Laurie mumbled, biting your neck roughly. “Don’t invite them over anymore,” he growled out.

You whimpered but nodded. “I’m sorry. The time got away from us,” you added.

Laurie just hummed, letting you go and walking away. The house was silent beside his footsteps as they echoed down the hall, back to his study. You couldn’t believe you didn’t hear him coming first. You could always hear him as he moved around the house. Maybe he wanted you to hear him sometimes. Wanting to build your anxiety while you waited for him to come into your room at night.

You took a deep breath. Your heart was beating wildly, and you needed to get yourself under control and follow him before he became more annoyed than he already was. Taking a moment more to settle yourself, you followed him into his office.

Closing the door behind you, you turned to face Laurie. He leaned against his desk a half-empty glass of Whiskey in his hand as he stared darkly at you. You made brief eye contact, but you always had to look away. His look terrified you and excited you at the same time.

“Come here, little sparrow.” His words were soft, almost affectionate, but you knew the truth. It was an order and a false lure to get you to him.

You’ve both done this dance before, but you always followed his lead. The worst and best dance partner you ever had. The only one if things continue the way they were between the two of you.

“Would you like a refill, Laurie?” You asked, walking deeper into the room. The rain outside picked up, along with thunder and flashing lightning, which served as the only light in the room besides a small candle by the unlit fireplace.

“I’ll take another. And pour one for yourself,” he said, crossing his ankles in front of him.

You took the glass and quickly refilled it and made yourself one. You walked back over to Laurie, passing him the glass. He offered you a cruel smile before gesturing towards the ground in front of him.

At once you kneeled, looking up at him. “What do you need, Laurie,” you asked sincerely. You were stupid and in love and would do anything for him.

Laurie was aware. Or at least you assumed he was. You hoped he was. That he didn’t think you would do the things you did with him with just anymore. It was different because it was him.

“I need you to do what you do best, little sparrow,” he whispered, grabbing your chin, and sweetly caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut at the touch and you leaned into his hand, into his warmth.

Laurie was silent for a moment as he looked at you. Something moved in his heart and his wet pants tightened. He chose to ignore one in light of the other. Downing his drink he squeezed your chin, digging his nails into it.

You gasped, opening your eyes to stare up at him. Pain swam in your eyes. Anger and lust in his. “Open your sweet little mouth and suck my cock,” he said, finishing his order.

Nodding once you take a long sip of your glass before placing it on the ground. And then you were removing his shoes and socks, then his pants and underwear. Your eyes traveled up to his. “You should get out of your shirt as well. You’ll get sick,” you said.

Laurie rolled his eyes but nodded. Smiling you stood and undid his layers of shirts and tossed them aside. Your hand moved to his hair, it was soaked still, and you wished to ask him to dry it first, but you weren’t going to poke the bear.

“Mouth. Cock. Now,” he reminded you.

Without complaint, you got back on your knees and stare at his cock. It was beautiful and you hated that you thought so. You doubt all cocks looked like this, but this one was Laurie so, of course, you loved it.

“So pretty,” you mumbled, wrapping your hand around it, and giving it a few pumps, squeezing your hand slightly.

Laurie groaned and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at you, lest he blows his load too quickly. He’s had you on your knees dozens of times now, but you never cease to look at his cock with such innocent wonder that slowly bleeds into eager determined lust.

Bracing one hand on his thigh, you placed sweet kisses along the sides of his cock. Laurie groaned and precum dripped down from his head. Your tongue was quickly there to lick it away.

You were always so sweet and soft with him. Laurie hated it. He hated how you took care of him. He hated that you let him do these things to you. He hated that you enjoyed them. The thought that you would enjoy them with someone else pissed him off. Annoyed now, Laurie slapped your cheek. “Enough. Since you can’t listen, open.”

Pouting you sat back on your ankles, putting your hands on your own thighs and opening your mouth as asked. Laurie hated your eagerness. He hated how much he loved it and how tight his chest got. Grabbing your hair roughly, Laurie jerked your head back and shoved his cock down your throat.

Your throat spammed and your eyes watered. You struggled against his hold as panic filled your body. “Relax,” he said harshly.

The control Laurie had over your body frightened you sometimes. You instantly relaxed and tightened your lips around his cock. Your eyes flickered up to Laurie’s seeing him already looking down at you.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he forced his cock deeper down your throat. You choked around him. Drool and pre-come dripped down your chin. His grip tightened on your hair and started to fuck your throat faster.

“Such a good little sparrow. Love when I force my cock down your throat don’t you?” He groaned. You nodded, making eye contact with him again. You shifted on the ground, trying to rub your thighs together to get friction.

He smirked when he noticed you shifting. “Having problems, Sparrow?” He teased, pulling his cock free from your mouth. You choked and took deep breaths trying to get air back into your lungs.

Giving you a moment, he turned and threw everything on his desk onto the floor. His glass broke but he didn’t so much as flinch. Laurie leaned down grabbing your glass. “Drink,” he said, patting your hair as you did. “Good girl,” he praised.

You flushed and finished off your glass. The moment you sat it down your glass Laurie was pulling you up and tearing your clothes off your body. You let him, staring at him with hooded eyes.

Once he had you undressed, he stood back for a moment and started at you. You flushed more under his gaze. Your hands moved to cover yourself, but Laurie grabbed your wrist, pulling you flush against him.

“Don’t even try to hide from me. You understand me?” He spat at you.

You nodded. Your heart beating quickly. There was no way he did not feel it. You wonder once again. Was Laurie aware of your feelings for him? Did he know you would let him do anything to you?

His glares deepened. “Words. Use your words.”

“Yes. I won’t hide from you.” You’ll only hide the things he didn’t want to know or see.

“Good little sparrow.” Laurie cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. His mouth devoured yours completely. Closing your eyes, you wrapped the arm that wasn’t still locked in his grip around his neck pulling him closer.

Laurie bites your lips making you moan. Using your moan, Laurie shoved his tongue down your throat. Feeling daring you bit his tongue. Instantly, he pulled away. Breathing hard he stared at you his lips twitching almost until a smile.

“Did you just bite me, Sparrow?” He asked. His voice was somewhere between amused and turned on.

“Sorry,” you said. Though honestly, you were not sorry in the slightest. Maybe at some point, you did these things with him for his benefit, but now you were purely selfish. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. You wanted Laurie in ways that women shouldn’t want men. Your mother and all your friends would be ashamed of you.

Laurie chuckled. “Are you sorry? Have I turned my sweet little sparrow into a little deviant?” He shoved you away, pushing you towards his desk and bending you over. “A little whore that craves this? Craved being treated like Harlot?”

Your face burned but you didn’t counter his words. “Laurie don’t call me that,” you said instead in a small voice.

Laurie rubbed along your soaking slit. You jumped at his touch, and he chuckled. “Don’t call me that,” he mocked. “Why not? That is what you are is it not? Letting me fuck you. Bend you over and do the worst things to you? And you love it. You are fucking soaking for me.”

You whimpered. “Laurie please.” You were unsure if you were begging for him to stop talking. To fuck you. Or a combination of the two.

“Please. Fuck you beg so prettily.” Laurie lined his cock up, pressing slightly against your cunt. You whined clenching around him. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, Laurie.”

He scoffed, landing a hard slap to your ass. “You can fucking do better. You want my cock in your little greedy cunt so fucking act like it.” His hand came down on your ass repeatedly.

Tears streamed down your face. “Laurie, I need you so bad. Please, Laurie, f-fuck me. I need you. I need nothing but you,” you sob.

Laurie pressed you harder against the desk. He grabbed your hips and pressed his cock into you. He groaned as he slowly bottomed out and laid his chest against your back. “See? Was that too hard?”

You moaned shamelessly as he spread you open. “Laurie, fuck me.”

“You little whore,” he growled, pulling out and thrusting back into you so hard you moved against the desk. “Asking me to fuck you? Who are you?” He asked, slapping your ass.

“Laurie,” you cried. The sound of your wet slick filled the room along with his balls slapping against your ass. Your body was sweaty, and you laid your hand on the desk, gripping the edges.

“Fucking crying for me? Fuck, I love when you cry,” he said, biting your shoulder. “Should I bruise you more? See all the stories you’ll come up with to defend me? Tell them you fall down the stairs. Or maybe tripped in the kitchen.” He laughed.

You squeezed around his cock, sobbing more as you quickly approached your release. Reaching between the two of you, Laurie pinched your clit harshly. “Are you a whore for everyone? Am I special?” He asked.

“Only you, Laurie. You and only you,” you assured him through your tears.

“Really? Do you fucking love me?” He asked, grabbing your hair, and pulling you both up. His hand grabbed your breast roughly and pulled and twisted your nipple.

You squirmed away from him. “Hurts, stop it.”

“I know it hurts, but you’re going to let me hurt you because you love me,” he repeated as if he needed to be sure. You sobbed, dropping your hand on his shoulder, closing your eyes, and riding his cock.

Laurie bit every available skin he could as he continued to fuck deeper and rougher. He hated that you didn’t answer him. He hated that he wanted to know. “Fucking answering me?” He growled, pulling out of you completely and tossing you onto the ground.

He manhandled you into your hands and knees and drove back inside of you digging his nails into your hips. Your things shook as you came. A cry of his name chanted out of your mouth.

You tightened making it near impossible for him to fuck you, but he was determined to cum deep inside of you. You whimpered oversensitive and wanted nothing more than to nap, but you didn’t complain.

“I love you,” you whispered, closing your eyes, and moaning as he had his way with you, humped back on his cock.

“Fucking course you do. You’re a good little sparrow. Only letting me use you because you love me. Tell me again?” He ordered.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he shouted, slapping your thighs. His cock pulsed and he started to lose his rhythm.

“I love you,” you repeated.

Laurie moaned and drove his cock deeper inside of you as he painted your insides with his seed. He thrust for a few more minutes before slowly pulling out of you and dropping next to your spent body on the floor.

You both lay on the floor trying to catch your breath. You were shaking slightly and slowly sat up to look for your clothes. Laurie grabbed your upper arm and pulled you down, holding you against his chest.

“And where do you think you are going?” He said running his nose along your shoulder. “Do you have someone else to meet? So, another man can spill himself inside of you?” He spoke casually, but his grip tightened with each word.

“There is no one, Laurie. No one else,” you said. “Now please allow me to get clean up. Your grandfather can come home at any moment and can’t find us like this.”

Laurie ignored you. He flipped you both over until you were under him. Spreading your legs, he thrust back inside of you. “Let him find us,” he said, staring down at you.

“No. Laurie, I’m tired,” you said.

“Then push me away. If you are so tired and you don’t want this, push me away,” He teased, grabbing your hips, and forcing you down on his cock over and over. You just moaned holding onto his wrist and opening your legs wider.

“My sweet little sparrow. Your cunt feels so good around me,” he groaned fucking you faster. “I’m already so close, fuck.”

“Me too,” you panted. Your body ached and you were sticky, but you couldn’t take your eyes off Laurie. His green eyes bore into yours and his hair fell into his face. He glowed in the poorly lit room, and you couldn’t love him more. “Laurie, I love you.”

“I know,” he groaned leaning down and connecting your lips. Laurie came first with you following seconds behind, your bodies tightly pressed together. “You really shouldn’t let me cum inside. Unless you want my child.” He said, kissing your shoulder and pulling back to stare down at you.

“Is that what you want? Me getting you swollen with my children. Should I give you a child, keep you to myself? Full of my cum and my children.” Laurie pushed your wet hair out of your face and wiped your tears.

“Laurie-“

“Hush little sparrow. I’ll take care of you. You and our children. Make you my whore permanently.”

“I don’t want that,” you argued weakly.

“You want marriage. A winter wedding, right?” He asked, pulling out. “Fuck look at my cum run down your thighs, beautiful sight,” he said.

You whimpered, closing your legs. “You were listening?”

“Of course, I was. Don’t close your legs,” he said, pinching your thigh. Your legs opened at his words. “You want that, but you love me. So, you’ll do what I want I tell you, won’t you sparrow.”

“Always.”

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