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ghostgirl101 · 1 month

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I just wanna say that I am SO excited for the part 2 to your Paul Destiny fic. I have so many questions and Im excited to see if they get answered. Like if Paul is pledging his love to the reader then is the romance plot with Chani still relevant? Is the reader still the princess here? Very interesting

Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅱ of Ⅱ

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A/N: Honestly, I didn't think this would blow up so much- 1k+ likes??! Thank you all, it's sick 🙃 in answer to your questions, I didn't really specify if the reader (you) are part of a Great House or the Emperor's daughter, or maybe someone else, that's kind of up to your imagination. And yeah, sorry Chani fans, I kind of kicked her to the curb lmao; This is all about you, and so enjoy the second and final part of this destiny trope before I work on some relationship headcanons for Paul and Feyd-Rautha... Requests are open for Dune 2, so don't be shy 📩

You can't escape fate.

It's as real as the Spice that threads through the grains of sand blanketing Arrakis in heavy, warm golden waves. It twists and turns in the air, in the tides of change, something beyond understanding roping together reality and its lives to bond, whether in love or hate.

At least, with the newly ascended young Emperor, you know which side you're on. Since the day of his declaration and claiming of you as his Empress, you've never once left his sight, unknowingly or not. The boy is almost ridiculously close and observant, as if testing the depths of the events unfolding around him, testing to see whether you'll try to run from them, from him. But you can't run from fate, either.

"You aren't resting."

Paul's soft, low voice slices through the silence of the dusk, the only words you hear before you feel his warm, firm arms slipping under your arms and around your middle, pulling you into his front in a smooth, protective motion. His chocolate brown locks tickle your neck and cheek as he gazes up at you from your shoulder; wandering, curious eyes study yours knowingly, his natural hues tainted blue with the Spice.

"What troubles you?"

You hesitate in your response, unsure of the right thing to say. There's no point in lying, not to him, to a boy who could easily use the power of his Voice to make you tell him everything and anything with just a few words. He's done it to the Bene Gesserit, to those who speak out of turn and challenge him cluelessly, but never to you. And something tells you that he never will.

"I'm sorry," is how you answer instead, in a small whisper, trying to read his expression before his reaction.

But all Paul does is give you one of his soft, amused smirks, a brow raising slightly, unconvinced.

"Don't apologise to anyone for anything," he murmurs, his fingers drifting to lock with yours, his hand hot and strong in yours. "We are to be wed, you and I, soon. So what troubles you?"

"It's not you," you tell him as earnestly as you can, his eyes capturing yours and holding them as you blink up at him. "I'm just... nervous."

"Nervous?" Paul repeats gently, his hands squeezing yours for a moment, his face an inch away from yours. "What have you to be nervous about?" He grins slightly, not attempting to hide his teasing amusement. "A wedding?"

You can't help but smile at his tone, savouring the unguarded moments of the new, young Emperor, his boyish traits lingering beneath the newfound power and promises passed down to him.

You were nervous, because you weren't so familiar with destiny and its quirks, and yet, Paul Atreides seemed to be its master. Nervous, because although there was a strange pull between you and him, a deeper part of you somehow knowing him, at an instinctive ease with him, you had never met him before these past few days, and now, you were going to be joined together for time indefinite by marriage. Nervous, because he didn't just want you to rule with him, but alongside him, as a partner, a second part of him. His second half who's with him in soul, not just spirit, physically, not just mentally. And he's relishing in it.

"I've never had one before," you shake your head with a light smile, "I don't know what to expect. Or what's expected of me."

Paul hums to himself at your reply, pausing for a while as he thinks over his words.

"It isn't just a wedding," he tells you quietly, "it's so much more. This... this a beginning. A new dawn."

"Beginning?" You echo in bemusement, looking up at him in wonder. "Of what?"

"Of a new era," Paul says thoughtfully, his hands moving from yours to run over and down your sides, tracing over your figure absentmindedly, a gesture that makes you hold your breath for a beat as you watch him, "the first of many. You are more than a mere future. You're the future. My future. And the future of my people."

The sincerity and conviction in his voice makes you stare back at him in slight awe, taken by his certainty of what he's seen in the deepest stretches of his mind, the flickering images of you, adorned in all your natural beauty and grace that he could find nothing short of perfect. You were a fantasy and a hope materialised. Someone he'd wished and dreamed for so much, that you came true, just as you should have.

"Anything that happens to you," Paul continues, looking you straight in the eye as he speaks, "happens to me. You have always been mine, and I was yours before then. Absolutely and completely."

And his words make a home in your head, everything he says so poetic and beautifully surreal, but so honest and unwaveringly confident. He didn't need to practise what he said before he whispered the sweet words in your ear, in a voice only you could catch, in the long, warm nights on Arrakis. There was no need for practice. He had been made for this, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You let yourself relax slightly in his grips, giving him an earnest smile. "That sounds nice."

Paul smiles back at you, a bright, sweet smile that makes him seem so soft and normal, almost forgetting for a moment of his utter strength and glory over the planets, his dangerous darkness that he occasionally allowed to rule over his actions at the tensest of times, until those who stood up against him retreated in bewilderment and fascination and fear.

"It does," he agrees, his gaze dropping to look out at the dunes beyond you, "you can't imagine..."

You couldn't. But every part of you wanted to. And those parts won.

"Won't you tell me?"

Paul's attention shifts back to you after you speak, before you can stop yourself.

"Would it be kind to tell you?" He asks aloud, speaking half to himself as his eyes go to search yours again, studying every inch of you, almost unsettlingly intently.

"Do you dream?" Paul questions you softly, and you dither before shaking your head.

"Not like you do," you answer steadily.

"Like I do. Seeing your face amidst the streaks of sunbeams and every kind of ethereal power that could create wonders, planets, worlds. Waking up, and you're not here, though it felt so real," he goes on, his voice laced with longing, as if it pained him to remember the feeling. "Realer than I've ever felt anything before. Every sense in me was awakened, because with destiny, I saw hope. And I did not know that hope could be so.... beautifully... angelic."

Paul draws closer and closer with each word, pulled by invisible strings to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a long moment to breathe, breathe you in. The sight of it is almost dizzyingly hypnotic, staring at the little scattered freckles over his fair, lightly tanned skin, cheeks flushed golden. He moves his face to rub his cheek against yours, seeking out affection in an irresistible rare, vulnerable move. Your hand reaches up to brush your fingers against it, and he takes it in his immediately, pressing his lips against your fingertips as he speaks.

"I need you," Paul insists, his voice firm and pressing again as he stares at you with a spark of desperation. "I need only you. More than you can comprehend. By my side, always, where you belong."

"I'm right here," you reply a little giddily, looking away from his eyes slightly bashfully from the intensity and unbridled longing of his gaze. "I suppose I'm just not used to this."

"To what?" Paul questions, his fingers tilting your chin up softly to force your eyes back up to his, his face a little closer than before. "To being an Empress?"

Before you can respond, he's pushed himself closer over you, his warm, damp lips sliding and pressing against yours and parting to encourage you to deepen his affections. It sends hot shockwaves rushing straight through your blood, as Paul crouches over you, all patience and purpose forgotten in the moment where it's just the two of you in the calm, lingering desert night.

You fit together perfectly, too perfectly for his words to be untrue, and his head tilts keenly where your fingers skim his neck, his lips parting from yours as they tangle in his hair with a short gasp. He loses none of his confidence and persistence, his azure blue eyes a shade darker as he watches you with an open trace of adoration.

"A queen?"

"Paul," you start shakily, as he smirks at you fondly, his head ducking to trace his tongue briefly up the skin of your neck, with a faint chuckle.

"To being desired?"

You glare at him weakly, hanging onto his hands tight to find some sense of grounding. "You're just playing with me."

"I intend to do so much more than that," Paul grins at you, kissing your cheek before burying his face against your shoulder. "And so should you. Test the depths of our connection. Push it to its limits. Push me. Please."

You find yourself speechless again at his way with words, simple and truthful, but full of passion and unthought romance, a sensation he's been craving since the first shadows of your being in his hazy dreams and visions.

"Give into your destiny, sweet girl," he croons to you in a whisper, his lips brushing against yours and pressing down against your skin needily, hungrily. It takes almost inhumane strength not to crumble and shiver under his touch and desire radiating off him and his dark glare, the wanting over years of dreams and prophecies building up to its peak. "Give into me."

"I think I will," you whisper back in awe and giddiness, your arms having to hold tightly around his neck to stay upright. "I think I want to."

"That's good," he praises you with a soft smile, as his voice lowers. "And besides," Paul mutters in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek breathlessly, with that subtle, teasing look in his eyes, "I plan on taking you as mine well before the wedding."

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astairo · 9 months

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The Baker and the Chocolatier

Wonka(2023) x Reader

Warnings: fluff, tiny angst

Y/n L/n was one for sweets and pastries. Her beloved goods were too irresistible to a mouth. She would bake day and night, day after day, if she could. She was beloved by many, with hundreds lining up to greet her a good day at the counter as they asked for a good or two.

Therefore, Y/n was happy. Almost.

Despite being the beloved baker, she longed for a different love, a love her lousy husband failed to give. She wanted to feel her heart pound and flutter, to feel the butterflies erupt and conquer her stomach, to feel the adrenaline rush of a hand in hers.

She wanted that love like no other.

It was rare for Y/n to get quiet days. It was so quiet that you could hear the soft breeze through the windows of the empty bakery. Y/n was enjoying the silence when a man in a ridiculous magenta coat and old-looking hat walked through the doors.

“Bonjour!” Y/n smiled at him. “Anything particularly in mind yet, sir?” she spoke as she gestured to the display of European goods. The man smiled and nodded, “A croissant and a hot chocolate, please!” Y/n nodded and got to work. “I haven’t seen you before,” she spoke as she prepared his hot beverage, “You must be new, then.”

The man chuckled in response, “I guess you can say that, but I don’t plan on staying long.” Y/n frowned, “Why not? It’s a lovely town.” It was true; the town had the loveliest people you’d meet.

The man chuckled again, “You see, I’m somewhat of a magician, inventor, and chocolate maker.” he boasted, “Which leads me to believe a person like me belongs within the streets of Gallery Gourmet.”

Y/n chuckled and shook her head, “What big ambitions you have,” she placed his order on the counter, “But it’s not as easy as you think it is, either.” The man quirked a brow at her statement, “You don’t think I can do it?” Y/n quickly responded, “I’m sure you can, just not as easy as you make it seem.” she spoke, taking the cash he had handed her and stuffing it into the register.

The man leaned in, intrigued by her words, “Paint me a picture.” Y/n sighed, looking him dead seriously, “You want to sell chocolate, right?” The man nodded, “In simplest terms, please.”

Y/n chuckled, “You can’t get a shop if you don’t sell chocolate, and you can’t sell chocolate without a shop.” The man frowned, “Then how would I get the shop and sell chocolates?”

Y/n smiled, his change in her hand, “Hard work and dedication; be persistent.” The man nodded in appreciation before smiling, “Keep the change.” She smiled, "Thank you, sir.” He flashed her a grin as he picked up his order and left.

Y/n was sure that that was the last time she'd ever see the man until one night, only a few days later.

Y/n was finishing up behind the counter when the door opened. “We’re closed.” She stopped when she heard the familiar chuckle, looking to see the man again. “I’m not here for your pastries.” he smiled, “I’m here to ask you a question.”

Y/n nodded and leaned onto the counter patiently. The man sighed and looked at her, “I want you to come to Gallery Gourmet with me.” Y/n’s eyes widened at his sudden request. “Gallery Gourmet with you?” she stood perplexed. The man nodded in desperation, “Yes, please.” She chuckled nervously, running a hand through her hair, “I barely know you.”

The man removed his hat, bowing dramatically, “Willy, Willy Wonka.” Y/n giggled and curtsied, “Y/n L/n.” Willy grinned and kissed her hand, “Pleased to meet you, Y/n.” He stood straight and adjusted his coat, “So what do you say? Will you accompany me to Gallery Gourmet?”

Y/n couldn’t shake off the lingering feeling on her hand. The adrenaline pumped through her veins as her heart pounded against her chest, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She blushed for the first time.

“Y/n?” Willy snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her from the daze. He looked at her for her answer. Y/n took a breath.

“I’ll think about it.”

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houseofchalamet · 1 year

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Biggest Fan

Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises. Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words. Word count: 2k

There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…

Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that.

And then the thirst started.

It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.

Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.

God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.

That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.

But he’d never see it.

Right?

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The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.

“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.

Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.

“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.

“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”

“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.”

Damn. You hated when she was right.

You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious.

You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again.

Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.

His eyes met yours.

And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.

Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.

“Wha-”

“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.

“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.

“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”

“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”

You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.

He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.

“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.

“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.

“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.

She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”

“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon.

Ah, why not?

Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)

You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?

You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.

“I know where I recognized you from!”

Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.

“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.

“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”

“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”

“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned.

He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”

His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”

His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips.

“Absolutely.”

Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both.

Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.

You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.

You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.

“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.

“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.

“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”

Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.

You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.

“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”

“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste.

You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.

But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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limping

timothee chalamet x reader

warning(s): implied/mentions of sex, aftercare, smugness, privacy invasion

summary: after a crazy night, you're caught stumbling and walking funny out of timmy's apartment and everyone especially he is amused at your antics

word count: 700 words

notes: wanted to try something new, formatting/with smaller font and a shorter drabble!! hope y'all like it- helped me get out of my writing rut slightly

“Where are you going, babe?”

Stumbling on your shaky feet from your previous night, the funny, awkward way you were walking around your shared apartment with unruly hair that refused to be tamed, and makeup that’s smudged so bad it’s still visible on your skin.

“I’m meeting with a casting director who wants me to be in one of his films. I have to go really soon, I don’t want to be late. Sorry I have to go, wish I could stay longer.”

Timothee sits up shirtless from your bed, blanket tugged up to his waist as he smirks amusedly at your still wrecked state.

“You’re walking funny today.” He crosses his arms and proudly admires your still shaking form, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“I wonder who made me like this, hmm?” You retort, picking up your discarded shirt thrown carelessly to the floor last night and new underwear hidden in your drawers.

Jumping into your jeans and quickly buttoning it up before you rush by the mirror close to the door, brushing away the loose strands of hair all over your face.

“I gave you a bath and a long massage last night, mon amour. Was that not enough?” Timmy teases as he languidly admires you from the distance, curls flopping in every direction in a way that tinges a heartstring inside you.

But cute was not the word to define him yesterday, or up to the late morning that nearly caused you to run late.

"Apparently not. If you didn't fuck me so good and your cock wasn't so big, maybe."

"And you know you love it." He replies in a sing songy voice.

"One of the million things I love about you, yes. Not the only, don't forget that!"

"Never will, Mon amour. never will."

Bag slung over your shoulder as you hastily put on your sneakers, you attempt to smoothen out the wrinkles of your top before you say your goodbyes.

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” He pouts at you almost childishly, arms open in anticipation for your embrace.

Chuckling as you’re unable to resist him, you saunter over with a quick embrace and peck gentle kisses down his forehead and nose before a quick, passionate kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Hmm, dinner plans?”

“Yes, sir. Your pick of the resto tonight to make it up to you.”

“Call me that again and we'll have a part two to yesterday.”

As you make your way out the building, limping and rushing over to the car provided by your management, you spot your driver’s car as you wave over, opening the door and buckling yourself up immediately.

Even before you can say anything- “Ew, is that a hickey on your neck? God he went at you like a vulture. That’s gonna be hell to remove with a shitton of concealer.” Your makeup artist Vera jokingly scolds you, eyes bulging at the spanse of purple and blue down your neck and spilling over to around your collarbone and torso.

Shaking your head in embarrassment and slight pride with rosy cheeks, you drive off with your day to your series of meetings and appointments for the rest of the day.

What you did not expect was the rare time you checked your social media, you were trending over viral photos of you hastily dressed after an evident night of a passionate, salacious rendezvous with hair out of place, clothing full of wrinkles and tucked in the wrong places, and the way you were walking in an unusual way gathering enough submission.

Shaking your head, your phone pings and you get a notification from Timmy. A smug and satisfied emoji, alongside his message of “had a good night ;)” You could see him winking and pleased with himself over his sexual prowess and how he basically rearranged your guts real good and the whole world can see it.

“Oh she got that good good last night”

“I just know he’s big - WHAT who said that”

"That dick changed lives clearly"

You spent your breaks laughing at the creative comments social media would spit out after your recent ‘scandal’ of sorts, but your ego was sky high knowing that everyone else can only dream of being impaled, split in half on his god-like, enormous cock that it got you walking funny.

Laugh all they want, but it’s you he comes home to. It's you he spoils and worships on his cock, raw and harsh or passionate, delicate love making.

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lovelyrocker · 4 months

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"I could do prison."

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

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timotheechlamett · 1 year

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more tim for bleu de chanel, @chanelofficial

i genuinely can’t breathe

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #lil timmy tim #timmy chalamet #timothée #timothee #chalamet #bleu de chanel #chanel #chanel 2023

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writinfortim · 2 years

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waitress at hooters

WAHH thank u all for the feedback on my first concept, i appreciate it!!! kisses 4 u all, enjoy this one xo

;fluffy prank

You set the camera up on your fridge, almost falling off the chair.

He’s been acting foul lately, pranking you every other day. So you decided to play with his heart strings and hit a few nerves on the way.

You never usually do intro’s, because let’s be honest.. we all skip them. So you just get straight to the point.

“ Today we’re gonna irritate the shit out of Timothée. “ you announce with the biggest smile glued to your face.

You get off the chair and lift it up.

“ Please girls, do me a favor and irritate your boyfriend today, “ you pat your chest, “ do it for me. “ You say placing the chair back in its place.

“ I’m gonna tell him like ‘ hey babe, i’m off to work ‘ and the rest i’ll pull it out my ass. ``You shrug.

“ I at least know where I work, Hooters. Anyone that knows about Hooters knows that girls wear these cute, revealing outfits. “ you spin for the camera.

Showing your white sports bra, written Hooters across it and short orange shorts.

“ Guy’s usually go there for the food.. and the girls. “ You roll your eyes.

“ Honestly, I've never been to Hooters, like ever. I don’t know if he has? but.. I hope I'll get a reaction out of him. “

“ I don’t know if he’ll be like oh okay enjoy whatever or wait.. where the fuck are you going? “

You take a deep breath to prepare for all the arguing to come.

“ Timothée! “ you yell.

“ What? “ he practically shouts.

“ Come here! I wanna show you something. “

“ Whachyou wanna show me? “

“ Well if you don’t come down.. you won’t.. see it? “

“ Is it important? Is it worth me coming all the way down? “

I roll my eyes.

“ Alright I guess you won’t see what I have.. on. “

You hear hurried footsteps.

He’s fixing his flannel when he comes into sight.

His eyebrows reach the 7th sky. “ Ayo.. “ he crosses his arms. “ What you got this on for? “

“ Do you like it? “ you spin around.

He nods while you’re admiring your ass on the body length mirror.

“ Looking real nice, looking real plump. Looking like a peach, “ he says proudly.

“ I’ve been doing my, “ you do a squat, “ squats. “

“ Yeah? “ he hugs your waist, his hand sliding down your figure. Squeezing your ass.

He kisses you, “ But.. “ he sits down on the couch, adjusting his waist.

“ What’s this for? Is it for me, like right now? “

you kneel between his legs, “ Did you forget what i told you about? “ you pout.

He furrowed his eyebrows. Thinking. Hard.

“ What? “

“ Really? “ Now you’re gonna pull shit outta your ass.

“ Last week we talked about it. ``You stand up.

“ I’m going to work. “ you announce.

“ Going to work on what? me? “ He pulls his tongue out, proud of his joke.

You push his head away, laughing. “ No! “

You check time on your phone, “ Fuck, it’s almost time for my shift.. “

He grimaces, sliding off his headphones, placing them around his neck. “ Now you said, what? “

“ I have to work tonight, I told you about it. “

“ Work tonight? “ He’s lost.

“ Babe, “ you look at him with a blank face. “ That’s how I know you don’t listen when I talk to you. “

“ I listen to everything you say, that’s why I'm so confused right now. “ He empathizes his words with his hands.

“ Um, I have to go. “ You pick up your bag that’s placed next to him. He snatches it out of your hand and stands up.

“ You gotta go? “ He places his phone inside your bag.

“ Where we gotta go? “ he asks.

“ I have to go. There is no we, give me my bag! “ you jump trying to take it back.

“ Where we going? “

“ Timo- “

“ Where we going? “

You give up. “ I’m going to work, for fucks sake. “

He walks up to the kitchen island, “ Where ya job at? “ He practically snatches the car keys.

You follow him, “ Where’s my job at? Look at my boobs, “ You gesture to the logo on your chest.

“ I am. Trust. “ he smirks.

“ Okay, either you can drop me off or i can drive- “

“ Okay stop- W-what are you playing dress up for? “ he turns serious suddenly.

“ I’m going to- what do you mean? “ you whine, acting tired of his questions.

“ You’re going to work, where? “ he laughs irritably.

“ Hooters! “

“ For what? “

“ Okay timothée, now you’re just wasting my time. Give me the keys and my purse. “

“ You have like a deal with them? Like is this a photoshoot or something? “

It’s like you’re talking to a wall.

“ No, I’m going to serve people! “

He scratches his chin, “ Serve peo- Y/n what is this? “

“ I mean you know i’ve been spending a lot of money and like i just need more of a social life, all the girls are really nice and they literall- “

“ When did you meet the girls from the Tooter? We've never been there. “ he places his hands on his hips, your purse sliding to his wrist.

“ I went. for my interview- “

“ When? “

“ Last week! “

“ You’re joking, right? “

You look at him.

“ You gotta be joking, like.. “ He looks around, laughing.

“ No, I'm leaving now. I'm already late as it is. “ You take your bag effortlessly from him.

He looks at you, frozen.

“ Do you want me to get you anything from work? “

he slouches on the spot, looking at you like you just said the sky is blue.

“ Bring me any- what are you talking abo- You don’t have a job! “ he says, shaking you by the shoulders.

“ I have a job at Hooters! I'm a waitress! “

“ No! “ He throws his hands up in the sky.

“ If you did i would know, you would’ve said hey, babe love of my life i’m off to work and i’d be like okay babe have a good day not like- what the fuck? “

“ Babe, “ you pat his chest, “ relax. “

“ Yo, I'm just trying to figure it out, “ he sways a hand between you two, “ communicate. “

“ Well I just want to make sure, y’know, you’re informed I'm going to work. “

“ Y/n, take your ass to the couch. “

“ Timothée, the only place I'll take my ass to is Hooters. Wait let me practice on you. “ You put your purse down.

“ Practice what on me? “ He sits on the island stool.

“ So I'm like walking towards you, a customer. “ You walk towards him, doing the most.

“ What are you moving your hips for? Just fucking walk. “ And by his tone you know he’s so over this.

“ Hi! Welcome to Hooters, What can I do for you? “ A hand on your hip, you smile showing your teeth.

He flips his hat backwards, “ Yeh, no. I don’t even think they say that shit. “

“ Alright now you’re just being a hater. “

“ Nah cuz you just made that up. Do it again. “

Oh he’s playing along now.

So you do it again.

“ Hi, welcome to Hooters, what can I do for you tonight?.. That was good! I feel like I'll get really good tips. “

“ Just explain to me, why would you wanna go to work? At Hooters out of all places? “ He blinks.

You hold one finger up, “ well first of all ; very good tips! seco- “

“ I give you the best tip that you’re ever gonna get! “

“ Tim, it’s money. And i need the extra cash, i shop a lot. “

“ Ok now you’re lying. You don’t need no extra cash. “

You’re lying through your teeth. You shop with his card and he rarely lets you spend anything so you absolutely do not need extra cash.

“ T, i just want to make new friends, meet new peopl- “

“ Pandemic! Y/n, pandemic! “

“ Yeah but everything’s opening back up! so.. “

“ And what about it? you wanna be all up in people’s faces now? “

“ I’m not gonna be in people’s faces.. i’m gonna like wait tables and shit “

He holds his wrists above his head, looking at your forehead. “ So you’re saying, you’re going to work today. At Hooters. “

“ Yes! finally. That’s what I'm saying. “ you sigh.

“ What time is your- what’d you call it.. shift? “ He asks curiously.

“ I gotta be there in thirty minutes. “

“ They have applications? Can men work at Hooters? “

You didn’t expect that one.

“ As a Chef maybe? “ you play along.

“ I’m a fucking Chef at Hooters then, where my outfit at? I'll put it on right now. “

“ Please stop fucking around, i’m running super late. “

“ Nah,” he gets up and gathers your stuff.

“ We’re late. We both gonna work at Hooters and we both gonna get tips! How about that? “ He says throwing a fit. What a drama queen.

“ Oh fuck no, this is my job! “

“ Ight.. you done? “

“ Yes, hand me my things please? “

He does. “ Thank you, are you driving me or not? “

He ignores you and walks towards the staircase.

“ I take that as a no, “ you follow him.

“ Can you at least give me a goodbye kiss? “ you ask, smiling. This is perfect.

“ No, I thought we communicated as a couple. But no, next thing i know you’re married and have 4 kids. “

“ I'm not married and I don't have 4 kids. “

“ What if you do? “ He says with a sass.

“ Alright, I love you, “ you lean in to kiss him but he just turns his head the other way. “ Ah! “

He’s upset. And overdramatic.

“ What’s the address of this Hooters shit? “ he asks when you start making your way out.

“ It’s right down 190th St. Queens. It’s not that far, it’s a good drive. “

“ Ok, I'll be here. Have a good shift. “ He forces himself to say.

“ Bye! “

He rolls his eyes and prays to god you didn’t see him.

“ Tim! “ you call out.

“ What? “ his heart fell to his ass. Maybe you saw him. “ Go to work! “ He says, reaching out for the tv remote.

“ Come here.. “ you laugh.

“ Go get some tips, blah blah blah.. extra cash. “ he mimics your words.

“ It’s a prank! “ You say, jumping next to him. “ Look up, on the fridge. “ you point out.

“ I’m not looking up the fridge. “ he flips through channels.

You run to hop on the counter and grab the camera.

“ Say hi to everybody! “

“ Y/n, get this off my face. “ He hides the lense.

“ Oh, you look defeated. “ You throw your head back in laughter. “ I’m not defeated. I’m irritated. “

“ Ha! what’d i tell y’all! I know exactly what buttons to push. “

“ Bro, go to work! “ he pushes himself off the couch.

“ It’s a prank! I’m not working at fucking Hooters! “

You can’t help but be filled with pride. You’re the only person that can get him this worked up.

“ Go so I can have some peace and quiet around here. “ He gestures to the door, laughing.

“ Oh, peace and quiet, that's what you want? “

“ Yeh, cuz you keep playing with me! I'd rather not get played unless it's in a different type of way. “

“ Alright, shut up. “

“ Your prank wasn’t even that good. “ he shrugs while sitting on the carpet.

“ Do you guys see how salty he is.. loser! “

“ The people will let you know that it wasn’t that great!” he points to the camera that’s filming him.

“ You like my outfit tho? “

He smiles.

“ Good to know. “

“ Nah you just wait.. you wait. Just you wait. “

You sit down next to him, “ Kiss me? “

He shakes his head, “ Go to the Chef’s at Hooters they’ll kiss your ass even. “

“ You wish you could. Okay guys it’s the end of the video, i got him real good. “

“ If that helps you sleep at night. “ He takes his phone out of his pocket.

“ Thank you guys for watching! Like the video if you think I got him. “

He looks up. “ Y’all still know who the real world champion prankster is tho. “ He says confidently.

“ Blah, “ you pull your tongue.

“ She knows I'm right. “ He wraps his arm around your neck. “ Don’t you? “

“ You sure like my outfit though. `` You tease.

His fingers dancing on your collarbone, “ Is the camera still on? “ He looks at the lense and tut.

“ ight, bye guys. “ And cut.

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tttchalamettt · 2 months

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sir now what is this...

#timothee #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #chalamet #timothee chalamet gif

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nanlawson · 11 months

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Dune 2021

#dune #dune 2021 #timothee #chalamet #painting #poster #illustration

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houseofchalamet · 1 year

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What Are Friends For?

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader Summary: Timmy catches reader masturbating... Friends help each other out, right? ;) Warnings: Smut (fingering & oral), being caught masturbating, friends with benefits, no aftercare. Word count: 711

It was your own fault, really.

You knew Timmy was coming over, but you figured you still had a good fifteen minutes or so before he got there. So you found yourself in bed, pants off, in your own world of pleasure.

You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t even hear the front door open or the steps coming down the hall.

“(Y/N), I brought some Chinese food and-” He cut himself off as he took in the scene before him. You silently cursed yourself for leaving the bedroom door open.

“Timmy!” you exclaimed, grabbing the nearest blanket to cover yourself. But it was too late; he’d already seen everything. “You-you’re early.”

“Yeah, I…” The words died in his throat. He didn’t even know what to say. His eyebrows were raised and he blinked a few times. He looked from your eyes down to the blanket now covering you. He licked his lips, his voice dropping considerably. “Do you, uh… need help with that?”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Your cheeks heated. You’d always thought Timmy was attractive, but you were just friends… You’d never thought of him like that…

Still, you found yourself saying, “W… would you?”

He nodded, coming closer to you. “Of course. What are friends for?” he smirked mischievously. Your heart rate quickened as he knelt in front of you, pulling the blanket off your legs and haphazardly discarding it. You leaned back on your elbows. He licked his lips as his gaze dropped to your heat, now completely exposed for him. A wave of excitement surged through you.

Without giving it a second thought, he leaned down and licked a long stripe up your slit. You gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue on your sensitive pussy.

He ran his fingers over your slit a few times before sticking the middle one in, looking up at you to gauge your reaction. If you appeared even the slightest bit uncomfortable, he’d stop.

But you weren’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, you wanted more. Your mouth dropped open and you lifted your hips, trying to give him a better angle. He pumped in and out a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper from you.

When he added another finger, you could no longer support your weight and dropped onto your back on the bed. His long fingers curled upward inside you, hitting the spot that always made your legs shake.

He tried a third finger and cursed to himself as he found that you were almost too tight for it. Hearing the whispered “fuck” leave his lips was almost enough to make you cum on the spot. He was enjoying this just as much as you.

He knew you were holding back a moan, so he moved faster, trying to coax it out of you. It worked, and the noise escaped your throat. He rewarded you by sucking your clit. You placed a hand over your mouth, holding back a scream as the pleasure built inside you.

The base of your spine began to tingle and you instinctively reached down, tangling your fingers in his curls. His fingers moved even faster, practically slamming in and out of you, and as he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit, you fell over the edge.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your orgasm coursed through you. He didn’t pull out until your pussy finally stopped fluttering around his fingers.

He flopped onto his back next to you. It almost seemed like he’d momentarily forgotten you were there, his attention fixed on his fingers and your essence coating them. He blinked at them dreamily, twisting his hand and taking them in at every angle. Finally, he sucked them into his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue. The mere image of him sucking your wetness off his fingers almost made you cum again. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring your taste.

Finally, he turned onto his side, looking at you. Your eyes flicked down to his jeans, which were undeniably constricted. You swallowed, thinking he’d probably be expecting something in return.

But instead, he simply said, “The foods’ getting cold,” before pulling himself to his feet and exiting the room.

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wariofuller · 10 months

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wonka (2023) dir. paul king

#timothee #iconstimothee #chamalettimoth #chalamet #gifs #willy wonka #film #tv series #cinema #timothee chalamet gifs #thimothee chalamet

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lovelyrocker · 5 months

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CCXP23 December 3, 2023.

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothée #chalamet #timothee #dune part 2 #dune2 #dune #part two

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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Still Want You

dad!laurie

laurie laurence x pregnant march!sister reader

my masterlist

warnings: pregnancy sex, mutual masterbation, oral (m/f receiving), mentions of sexist victorian etiquette/rules, fingering

summary: laurie laurence adores you even at your most vulnerable, heavily pregnant with his first born and not feeling your best.

word count: 2.0k words

notes: surprise! this was not on my wip or even on my radar when i posted that wip update but this was meant to just be a writing exercise from a random prompt but i’m in love with this! really glad to be writing again and do what makes my soul sing. again please enjoy this, reblog and comment.

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“Did the baby just kick you?” You squeaked excitedly as Laurie stared at you in surprise with wide eyes, his warm palms never leaving your abdomen.

Swollen ankles, sore limbs dominated your days as life blossomed within you. To your darling husband however, you were glowing more strikingly than ever.

Ever since you have become husband and wife, you have transformed into a completely innocent, oblivious stranger to the entanglements of the flesh with your caring spouse more than willing to indulge in you wholly and selflessly.

Introducing you to pleasures and sensations that you could only dream of, it was only sooner or later before the inevitable of a child growing in your belly was to become reality.

With his ostensibly perpetual trust fund and inheritance allowing him every whim and freedom, your planned two-week honeymoon extended into a few months across Europe without any responsibilities calling him back home to the American continent.

By the time you had returned to New England, having left in the dawn of summer and returning in the late spring, your symptoms of lightheadedness, nausea were confirmed by a head doctor from the capital that Laurie’s grandfather insisted that his granddaughter-in-law only deserved the best.

If you felt that you were looking and feeling your worst, the love of your life would tirelessly, eagerly complement you and give in to your every whim and desire.

“I have swelled like a whale, Laurie. How could you want me still when I look like this?” You pout, wiping the sweat off your brow as you sat down clumsily with a hand over your belly.

“That is nonsense, my dear wife. On the contrary, I desire you more than ever. If you will ever let me show you that-” Laurie shakes his head with a teasing smile, his eyes shining with a blend of lust and adoration, raising his brow suggestively, before you jokingly push him away by the shoulder.

You wanted nothing more than to give in to his temptation, the feeling of his lush lips against where your neck meets your shoulders, an electrifying jolt down your spine of want and desire that numbs the discomfort and pain pregnancy has given you over the past few months.

You squeak weakly as you press your palms on his chest for support, his wandering hands fluttering from the curves of your side, your breasts and hips that have grown and flourished much to his delight, and reeling in the enhanced softness of your flesh that was only brought upon by the child growing in your bosom.

“Is it not wrong for a pregnant wife for me to engage in such frivolity when she is already with child? Will we not be frowned upon that you give such attention to the pleasures of the flesh not only to yours, but always satisfy mine? Is this not only meant for an act of procreation-” Laurie’s face drops in concern and worry, pausing his escapes in worshiping your body to frame your face, cupping your cheeks with calloused hands as he looks you right in the eye.

“My rose, who has planted such ridiculous things into your mind like so? Yes, that is what proper society demands of man and wife, but we are not like them, remember? It pains me for you to believe that you deserve paltry, baseline treatment when I want to adore you, cherish you, worship you like the goddess you are. “ Peppering kisses from your forehead down to your nose, the apples of your cheeks as tears start to fall from your eyes, he manages to appease at least a giggle from your form.

“There you go, my girl. If you allow me, I want to make a temple of your body just like I always have. The mere fact that our love making has resulted in a child, a wonderful blessing from God who is half you and half me only makes me want you more.” His fingers hovered over the lace of your corset, fortunately much looser than typical fashion expected in order to make room for your growing belly, and waited for a willing nod from you.

You reach forward for a passionate kiss on his lips as far as your belly can allow your torsos to touch, sliding off his obsidian coat of his slender arms and leaving him in the fine, pure white chemise you always adored on him.

Desperate moans from him only urge you further, smirking in how drunk he is in his lust, his want and desperation for you. Reaching and digging into you like a distant treasure he seeks but cannot find, yet he is always yours and you are always for him for the taking.

The laces of the corset are set loose and falls down the ground unceremoniously, in which you step out of and kick away carelessly, too consumed by dragging your tongue around his neck and collarbones.

The buttons of his dress shirt pop open with your joint effort, as you both lean towards the plush mattress of your joint bedroom. He carefully undresses your fine dress he had personally tailored for you by one of the top designers in Europe, remembering how much you adored this colour on your skin tone and wanted to save it for the future.

Left only in your undergarments, he pulls down his trousers and leaving himself bare for you to revere before raising the translucent cream undergarment that left nothing to the imagination as you lift your arms to assist him.

Laurie steps away to drink in your figure with hunger, licking his lips and his eyes exploring around you wildly as your heart thumps so loud you can hear your heartbeat, brushing your thighs together to satisfy the warmth growing underneath.

“Look at you, my darling. Pregnancy agrees with you, look how our love has created a life. How your body has transformed to make room for our child, how your breasts have grown and already produce milk, your hips widened, your limbs filled in, your skin glowing - I must have you and I cannot believe I am so lucky to have you.” He reaches down trailing kisses around your neck before leaning in feverishly to suck on your nipples while fondling the other breast with kneading hands, eliciting a pitched whine from you.

Giving the same attention to the other breast, you tangle your fingers into his curls. He sucks delicately to your under breast and down your sternum before pressing his ear curiously to your belly, smiling warmly before he gently pushes you down the mattress with so much care like you were made of glass and going to break easily.

He ravishes you into another all-consuming kiss in which you battle your tongue with his feverishly, opening your legs wide and playing with your clit and mound between your legs that radiates a delicious moan from your husband, eyes rolling behind his eyes in intoxication.

“I want you to play with yourself, my dove.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

Teddy admires you with adoring eyes, before reaching down to toy with his shaft, using the precum already settling from his tip and base, crying your name captivatingly like a prayer. You plunge another finger in your head and cannot control the squeals that come from your mouth has you increase your speed.

Suddenly, he joins your fingers in your heat and moan so loudly as the wave of dizziness overcomes you, so entrenched in the lush haze he has brought you into without warning. Leaning forward to pinch your clit before he sucks it in with his own mouth and teeth, he licks and indulges in your mound like a starved man.

From your head to your toes, you feel the string in your belly pull apart and yanked, a dream like state that has you flying and splattering all the stars in the sky as it becomes all haziness and bright lights in your vision.

Your fingers joined with his and his mouth erupts into your orgasm, releasing into his mouth and all over both your fingers. Laurie kisses your clit once more before he smouches you, your metallic taste on his tongue causing you to moan once more.

Panting and catching your breath from your orgasm, he smooths your hair and pecks your forehead before he moves down to line up with your core, but you stop him with a grasp on his wrist.

“Do you not want to go on, my love? I can stop at any time if you are uncomfortable or hurting the baby?”

“No, no - I want you in my mouth.”

“Darling, it would only strain you for you to get on your knees. What if it injures our child?”

Sliding your head down towards the edge of the bed, he watches you curiously as you tuck a pillow underneath your head and wait patiently with an open mouth.

“You can take me like this, hovering over me while I lie down.” He swears lustily as he climbs towards you, knees between your head and brushing against your ears, earning a chuckle from you as it slightly tickles you.

Reaching forward with shaky, impatient hands as you stroke his length, earning a sharp inhale from him as he lines up against your mouth, feeling your warm cavern and your lips, inch by inch until your nose hits his pubic bone and you moan in delight.

The salty taste of his shaft as he slowly rises above you, relenting in a regimented, reluctant pace. Muttering and groaning in vulgar phrases, Laurie picks up a pace with tightly shut eyes and warm, rosy cheeks as his thrusting turns quick and frenzied. As you join your fingers around his cock and massage his lower abdomen before he floods your mouth with his warm, viscous release.

Gathering his breath with his forehead resting against the headboard, he pulls out from your mouth and smothers his palms all over your spent body. Tracing a line down your arms, pinching your nipples between his fingers, slurping and licking your belly button, he takes another pillow and puts it gently underneath your lower back.

“Is this comfortable, my angel?”

“Mmm.” You purr dreamily, supporting your belly as you spread your knees as wide as possible.

His large hands clenching your ankles, Laurie convulsed deftly into you, earning a piquant wail from your shaking form. He groans as he watches where you meet, joined into one without any thought of the outside world. You only felt him in your veins, in your joints, in your soul, merged together. He was the only thing you could see, feel, taste, touch - you wanted nothing more than this. If there was ever a heaven, you found it.

He releases into you ,holding your legs up to your chest, spread wide to not squish your protruding stomach. Laurie rests his head against your belly, embracing your bump and hands circled around your waist as he relishes in skin to skin contact with his wife and unborn child.

“I never thought you could become even more beautiful than ever, my dear. Yet you have, you always do, day by day. No words can do it justice. How you create this life with such grace, such strength. I cannot love and thank you enough.”

Beaming with so much joy you feel you cannot smile any wider, you massage his scalp and tug on his curls in a manner only you know he adores, he relish in the physical touch that brings fire to your loins, brings you more life than you ever have felt before.

Your child, will they have his eyes? Or your temperament? What about his curls? None of that mattered when they were all so close to you, skin to skin, feeling the warmth of his flesh against yours, breathing so slowly, as if a reminder he was real and fully alive in front of you.

“And I adore you too, Theodore Laurence. You have been the most wonderful husband, and you will be just as marvelous as a father.”

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