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skyebounded · 2 years

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Tangled

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premise: There are plenty of things that you admire about your boyfriend, and his hair happens to be a big one.

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral (f-receiving) fingering, swearing, Timothée’s hair! . (I think that’s it)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Hello Lovelies 💙 I don’t really know what is happening to me, but I saw this pic and a few others, and his hair is just wonderful, and I really just want to tug on it, respectfully.

You could feel his breath fanning across the back of your neck, his arm wrapped lazily around you. He was always so peaceful when he slept, soft sounds falling from his lips. You can’t help but turn yourself just enough to catch a glimpse of his sleeping figure.

His face is a complete picture of peace as half of his face lays pressed against the white linens. His hair was all tousled, a wild mess atop his head, with an out-of-place few curly strands that framed his face, that was what you loved the most. His hair. Well, not the most, but right now, it was. You couldn’t particularly help the way your mind insisted that you needed to tug on it, to hear the sounds that he would make when you would do just that, nor could you help the new sudden ache that grew between your thighs at the thought of doing it. You always loved the way that it felt tangled through your fingers, the way his eyes would roll back with each tug. You reached out, brushing a few strands out of his face.

You knew that he wouldn’t mind if you woke him, took what you needed, but you couldn’t, he was far too peaceful, and you didn’t want to ruin that, not yet at least.

You turn back, trying to be careful not to wake him. You let your fingers graze the skin of your stomach, dancing lightly down towards the band of your panties, your fingers looping around the elastic. You dip them down to your core, your fingers gliding through your soaked folds. A soft gasp escapes your lips, as you press them to your clit.

You knew nothing felt as good as he would, knowing the amount of pleasure that you received from your own fingers would never measure up to the pleasure he can give you with just his tongue alone.

Shifting your fingers back and forth against yourself, soft moans at the pleasure it was giving you. Your free hand finds your breast, palming at it the way he does, pinching down on your hardening nipple, the sensation bringing you higher and higher. You needed something to ground you, something to anchor you back to reality, and all you could think of was his hair, that was your tether.

Your eyes flutter shut, thinking about the way your fingers would find refuge in the depths of his curls, pulling on them with every jolt of pleasure that overcame you. Or perhaps the sounds that he would make when you did, all sorts of lewd sounds that would leave his lips.

Your pace begins to grow, absentmindedly, as your fingers slid into your entrance, grazing that spot inside you. You knew that he could do it so much better, hitting that spot perfectly with his slender fingers. “Fuck” you gasp.

You feel the mattress shift beneath you, Timothée becoming restless. You stop your movements, intent on not waking him. Once he stills, you continue. Teetering your fingers, whilst working them.

You feel him closer behind you, grinding his cock into your ass, slowly, lazily. The arm that he had draped around you, moves, his hand sliding down your panties to meet yours. His fingers work in the same movement as your own, putting a sweet pressure on your clit, teasing your entrance.

His lips brush against your exposed neck, reaching your ear, “Without me, mon amour?” his voice deep, laced with sleep, making your stomach flutter. Your fingers curl into the sheets, as he replaces your small hand with his, your fingers with his, not missing a beat. His hips still rutting into you. Timothée places soft slow kisses along your neck, biting at it, and then smoothing it over with his blessed tongue. You grind your ass, back against him, listening to the way he groans at the friction.

“Want to tell me why I find you like this?” he asks. His other arm slips under your frame, sliding up your form to take the place of your own hand. His fingers wrap around your nipple, pinching down hard on it when you don’t respond.

You moan out, his hand kneading your breast. “You” you breathe out. A dark chuckle graces your ears.

“Was it the hair? did the hair do it for you?”

You could hear the smile in his tone. He knew your weaknesses, knew that his hair was one of them, this wasn’t your first offense. Heat fills your face, burning your cheeks, you’d been caught. His fingers stop, his form moving to lean over you, letting his eyes meet yours. Hooded and filled with a sense of amusement. His brow knits up, as you try to bury your face in the pillow, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t you hide that cute face of yours, I want to see it.”

It wasn’t lost on you, the mess you looked in the morning, it was nothing compared to the work of art he was. You bring yourself to look at him, a grin on your face, as he winks.

“So tell me, mon amour, why didn’t you wake me..?” he smirks.

He knew what you wanted, all you had to do was tell him. He moves, letting you lie flat on your back. You bring your hand to cup his face, your thumb grazing over his cheek. God was he beautiful. His hair was even more perfect, draped across his face, a disheveled mess.

“For that very reason, I didn’t want to wake you..” you respond, a sense of false innocence in your tone. Timothée’s hand traces back up your torso, gliding along your bare skin.

“So you figured, you’d do it yourself..?”

Timothée shakes his head slowly, feigning disappointment. His eyes narrow and his brows draw together.

“Yeah..” you say, barely above a whisper. You watch his tongue glide along his bottom lip, and instinctively take yours between your teeth.

“I’m disappointed,” he sighs.

You knew he was just merely teasing, but even so, it still excited you.

“I’m sorry baby.”

Timothée quickly moves to top you, caging you in with his arms. You position your legs to let him rest between, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, one you welcome. Opening your mouth to let his tongue in to collide with yours. His hand comes to cup your breast once more, kneading it in his palm, toying with your nipple. Jolts of pleasure ripple through you at the subtlest of touches.

He breaks from you, kissing down your jaw and neck, spending extra time tending to each breast, gently sucking your nipple into his mouth with a moan.

There was nothing more that he liked than early mornings with you. He descends down your body, his lips tracing your skin, every blemish, every detail, pushing the covers off the bed in the process.

“I forgive you,” he mumbles between kisses.

He meets the apex of your thighs, looking down at the soaked fabric that separated your dream from your reality. He loops his slender fingers around the band, and pulls them down, tossed to the floor to be forgotten.

His eyes glazed with a mad sense of lust as he looked down at you, bare and spread out for him, a beautiful sight. He wets his lips, leaning down to place a few more kisses on your stomach, working purple splotches into your waist, knowing that only he would see them. He loops your legs over his shoulders with a smile, and your head falls back against the pillow, a sinful sound leaves your lips at the feeling of his mouth on you. He licks a stripe up your center, tongue flat, lapping at your entirety, moaning at the slightest taste of you. His eyes meet yours, dark and prudent. He flicks his tongue across your clit, loving the way your body jolts at the sensation.

Pushing his nose against your clit, rubbing it up and down, as he teases your entrance with his tongue. Your hands find his hair, the one thing that would tether you, sinking your fingers deep into his dark curls. Timothée takes to sucking harshly on your clit, sending your body reeling with tingles of pleasure.

You look down, in awe at the way he looked between your legs, picture-perfect, one that you would never get used to seeing. His hair was still a beautiful mess, dark curls complementing his fair complexion, begging to be pulled. His eyes glazed over and still tired as they find yours in the chaos of everything, dark and sinful, and yet full of adoration. Your grip tightens on his hair, pulling on it as he brings his tongue to lap, against you, once more.

Your eyes fall shut, as you grind yourself against him, his palm presses firmly against your abdomen, holding you in place, and the gesture sends shivers down your spine. With another tug of his hair, he groans, the vibrations of it radiating right through your core.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the way you were coming undone before him.

His fingers add to the mix, coaxing moans to push past your lips as he curls his fingers just right. Shamelessly, you grasp his hair tighter as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Oh shit..Timmy-”

“Come for me, darling, go ahead.” It was the only push you needed, to fall apart at the seams. Utter bliss courses you, as you cling to him, his hair, a quivering mess. He removes his mouth from you, his fingers slowing only to allow you to ride your wave until you collapse, eyes closed reeling in it all. His fingers leave you, aching, longing for more. He moves to hover over you, brushing the hair from your face as your eyes flutter open. He presses a soft kiss to your nose, then to your lips.

“Breakfast? For you at least?” He asks with a wink. You give him a playful shove, with a roll of your eyes. He kisses you once more, before climbing off the bed and heading for the kitchen.

#Timothee Chalamet #timothee chamalet #timmy chalamet #lil timmy tim #timothee chalamet goodies #Timothee Chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #Timothee chalamet x y/n #smut #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #timothee chalamet fanfiction #Paul Atreides #timmy tim #timmy t #Timothee #timothee chalamet

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http-alexademie · 2 years

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hey guys it’s been a while but i’m back<33

enews

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enews looks like we have a new Hollywood couple? Timothèe Chalamet and Y/F/N where recently spotted walking the streets of Manhattan New York together looking a bit cozy🤭.could they just be friends or more?!?! (📷:Getty)

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y/nfan7 lmao we all knew this y’all are a bit late

timfan00 tf,can’t you just mind your business for once?

enews just doing our job 🙃

y/nfan63 praying to the lords their together

y/nfan510 aw his smile is so cute

timmyfan278 cmon tim you can do better now

timothèefan09 the day has come, our king and queen have finally come together

randomfan89 not Perez Hilton liking this 💀

timfan84 am i dreaming?

y/nfan111 this rlly does feel like a fever dream

timothèefan555 well i guess we lost him guys 😓

y/nfan634 i find it sad how everywhere they go they have like 0 privacy

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y/i/n

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y/i/n 🎰

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y/nfan222 where’s timmy☹️

y/nfan111 i wish i was u so bad

tchalamet you have a very naughty kitty

y/i/n tell me about it 😮‍💨

timfan907 you can not tell me they aren’t together after them comments

y/i/nfan69 still can’t get over how pretty she is

timfan566 well i guess timmy’s cheating on us guys

y/nfan349 timmy cheating?? fucking y/n is cheating on us

randomfan44 the way everyone is wishing they where y/n when i’m over here wishing i was timothèe 😒😓

bellahadid i miss you so much :((

y/i/n i’ll come see you soon :0 cus i miss ur food :)

y/nfan000 oh to be friends with miss y/n, such a dream

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upindreamland · 1 year

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Olive you - Timothee Chalamet

Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) text imagine

Summary: Texts between you and Timmy since you’re bored and home alone (fluff)

Warning: Cuteness? I don't think there is any but if there is please let me know!

AN: This is definitely not based off of what I've been doing for the past hour..... Anyways I hope you enjoy!

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AN: That's it! Hope you enjoyed. Please like, comment, reblog, if you would like - it's very much appreciated!

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hit-song-showdown · 11 months

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Year-End Poll #42: 1991

[Image description: a collage of photos of the 10 musicians and musical groups featured in this poll. In order from left to right, top to bottom: Bryan Adams, Color Me Badd, C+C Music Factory, Paula Abdul, Timmy T, EMF, Extreme, Hi-Five, Surface, Amy Grant. End description]

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As I've stated in previous polls, the charts used to be mostly compiled from retail sales (ranging from physical media to sheet music). This data was gathered by Billboard sending out surveys or calling record stores directly. However, in 1991 Billboard began implementing Nielsen SoundScan and Nielsen Broadcast Data Systems (BDS). The technology first used to compile the country charts in 1990, which helped to give a more accurate picture of listening habits among country music fans. SoundScan and BDS was applied to the Hot 100 and the R&B charts in late 1991. This more objective method of music data collection will be instrumental in more country, hard rock, and rap albums reaching the top of the charts. Of course, there were still gaps in the data, as SoundScan was only able to work with stores with the technology to implement it, so sales from smaller retail venues might not have been tracked as accurately. Billboard has a more detailed article about the program here.

Speaking of rap, there is a moment in the genre's history that I would like to talk about as well. This happened in 1990, but I'm not going to let something trivial like the passage of time get in the way of me rambling about what I want. Miami bass is a subgenre of rap that grew out of (surprise) Miami, Florida. Musically, the sound is known for its heavy bass, electro and dance beat influences, kick drums, and high tempos. But the genre became rather infamous for its sexually explicit lyrics. One of the groups that came under fire for their lyrical content was 2 Live Crew.

In 1989, 2 Live crew released their third album As Nasty as They Wanna Be. A few polls ago, I talked about the creation of the Parental Advisory sticker, where the nature of explicit lyrics was brought all the way to the senate. But apparently, a parental advisory sticker wasn't considered enough for this album. In 1990, the album was ruled as obscene, making it the first album to be legally classified as such. Later that year, the members of 2 Live Crew were arrested for performing it. A record store owner in Florida was even arrested for selling the album to an undercover cop.

As horrible as this was, the news of the arrest made the controversy more of a matter of free speech in the eyes of the public. In 1992, Luke Records v. Navarro reached the Eleventh Circuit where the obscenity ruling was overturned. It's hard to imagine what the music landscape would look like today if that ruling went any other way, and I thought that it was an important moment to talk about as we see the evolution of music on these polls. There is a lot to this case that I couldn't get into, so I'm linking to a short MTV clip and a more detailed article about the arrest.

#billboard poll #billboard music #tumblr poll #1990s #90s music #1991 #bryan adams #color me badd #c+c music factory #paula abdul #timmy t #emf #extreme #hi-five #surface #amy grant

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES PT. 4

cover by @softhecreator 💗

PT. 1, PT. 2, PT. 3

HOLY SHIT I HIT 1400!! I love and appreciate every single one of you to the fullest extent!! Thank you, thank you, thank you for supporting me and showing love every time I post. I LOVE YOU ALL!! ❤️

WARNINGS: fluff, jealous timmy, self-doubt, alcohol use (barely), smut, overstimulation, fingering, not proof read srry /:

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“I still can’t believe you went without me.” Timotheé dumps the pot into the trash, "I'm hurt."

“I thought you would be at a table read or something! That's what it's called right?” I smile, taking the pot from him, rinsing it before scrubbing at the rim of pasta sauce soup.

“Obviously you didn't read the planner," He smirks, he reaches over me to get two glasses, his front nearly flush to my backside, “Like I said, I plan it down to the hour. Maybe you should start.” He goes to the next cabinet and grabs the 'good' wine.

I roll my eyes, "Writing in a planner?" I question.

"No! Checking mine. I feel bad you had to carry everything here on your own, how did you even-"

I cut him off, "I took a taxi here, I only carried everything to our door." I wink in his direction. He twists the cap off the bottle.

He snorts a laugh, "Still, I like shopping with you," He leans against the sink and sets mine next to him, pouring a good amount in, "Plus, I'm not sure how many 'normal' experiences I'll have after this role, they have high hopes." He does the same for himself and looks into his glass.

I stop scrubbing and wash my hands off, dry them on my shirt, and grab my glass. He doesn't realize I'm staring, he looks worried, or maybe frustrated? He just looks off.

I take a swig, "You know, you haven't told me much about it." I take another sip and turn to sit against the sink next to him.

"Well, I really wasn't supposed to say anything when I got it," He bites his lip, "It's super under wraps, but this might be the biggest role I ever get." He gets quiet.

"Hm." I hum with a smile, twirling the liquid in my cup, "You almost sound worried Tim." I tease, bumping my shoulder against his.

His eyes meet mine, there's a beat of silence, his face isn't playful or humorous. My face falls before I speak softly, "Are you worried? You can talk to me you know," I place my hand on his elbow soothingly running my thumb against it.

He looks into his cup again, "I'm fucking terrified." He nearly whispers, "I've wanted this for so long, what if I can't land more than this? What if this is it?"

And just as rare as peacefulness with him, a new emotion was washing over his body. He was unsure, unsure and he was scared. My heart broke as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip, he avoids my eyes contact.

"Listen to me," I move in front of him and set my glass down, "I heard you make your audition tape from my room. I listened to you start over so many times I memorized your lines," I lift his chin up, "You are so talented, so, so fucking talented, and the fact you think this will be it for you blows my mind Timothee. This is not just a one time thing, this is your beginning. You put your entire heart into this role and it paid off, imagine what you could accomplish if you keep doing that."

I grab both sides of his face, "You will be great, no fuck that, you will be the best. I believe it with my whole heart you have it in you to be the very fucking best and I will support you in any way you need. Always."

His eyes glaze over, tears begin to form, he leans forward resting his forehead against mine with a sigh, "Thank you." He closes his eyes and breathes out shakily.

"I mean it, always." I run one hand down the back of his neck. He pulls back slightly, our eyes meet, my hands still on him. I can't help but let my gaze flicker towards his lips then back up, he wets them, flicking his tongue out quickly.

"I really want to-"

A pound on the door cuts him off and jolts us back into reality, I almost jump back from him and look towards the door, "The pizza." I clear my throat and walk toward the door.

I look through the peephole then open the door, "Hello." I say sweetly. The young man froze completely, his face flushing at the sight of me.

"H-Hey, I just um- I just need you to sign this." He stutters, I chuckle and take the pen from him, "So how is-" He clears his throat, "How is your night going?" He tries to sound confident as he hands me the pizzas.

I hand the paper back to him, "Um-"

I'm cut off by Timothee, "Her night is going fine, how sweet of you to ask." He takes the boxes from me, closing the door in the delivery boy's face.

"Tim!" I exclaim.

"Y/n!" He sarcastically says back.

"What was that?" I chuckle.

"What? He was being fucking weird." He says almost defensively as he turns toward the kitchen.

"How was he weird! He was being sweet." I bite my lip to contain my laughter.

"Sweet?!", He sits the boxes on the counter and turns toward me.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were being jealous." I narrow my eyes smiling, only to end up laughing again. He had a smirk on his face as he stalked toward me.

"That’s funny huh?" He asks.

I start calming my laughter down, wiping my eyes, "Not funny, hilarious." I look up.

Suddenly Timothee is barely an inch away, I stare at him, completely taken aback at the distance. He brings a hand up to caress the side of my face, moving closer to me, his other hand wraps around my neck lightly.

He leans in and I inhale, closing my eyes, but his lips don't meet mine. He hovers so close to my mouth I can feel his breath against my lips.

"Tell me you want this." He tilts my head further back, I open my eyes meeting his.

"Tell me you want me and I'm yours." He whispers against my lips.

I couldn't form words to respond, it was like my brain was stuck. I've wanted this for so long but never thought it would happen, never thought I'd have the chance.

I run through the pros and cons, but really I don't give a fuck what the risk is. I want him. I want him now, and I want all of him.

"Please." I finally breathe out, beg really.

His lips are soft and plush against mine, and it feels right. He swipes his tongue across the folds of my lips. I accept him gratefully, warm and demanding, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I let out a whimper and he smiles into the kiss.

He walks me back against the door and pins me against it, his leg between my thigh, he breaks the heated kiss to move down to my neck and leaving love bites in his wake. He licks from the bottom of my neck to my jaw, I can't help but buck my hips against him, moaning unashamedly at the friction. He brings a hand down to my soaked core, rubbing against the soaked fabric of my panties and sleep shorts. I can't help the sound that leaves me as he pulls them to the side, gliding his finger across my slick folds.

“Fuck, so wet for me." He groans, slowly sliding a finger inside me, I gasp at the stretch.

"Mmm. So fucking tight." He attacks my neck again, letting me rut against his fingers as he marks his territory. His fingers would've been enough, would've been if I hadn't felt the hardness of his cock against my thigh.

"Timothee." I pant out, "Timothee, please-"

"What do you want? Tell me, tell me what you want." He breathes against my slick skin. He adds another finger, curling them inside me, I could hear the wetness leaking from me. He kisses his way up to my mouth and pulls away looking into my hooded eyes.

"Fuck me." I whimper.

His mouth slightly agape, eyes boring into mine, pupils dilated, his breathing picks up. He doesn't stop his assault on my weeping hole, I feel my walls start to contract, that coil within me beginning to unravel.

"Tim- I- Fuck- I'm gonna cum." I squeal.

"Say it again." He growls, leaning his ear closer to my mouth, applying more pressure to my neck.

"Please, please, fuck me." I whine breathlessly. Searing euphoria floods my veins, I couldn't form a sentence let alone a word to let him know I hit my peak. I could feel my walls grip his fingers like my life depended on it, my arousal dripping down my thighs. He wasn't letting up. I whine and bring my hand down to his wrist, overstimulation setting in.

"Come on baby, you can do it," He shoves his fingers as deep as possible, "Give me one more."

I let my head fall back against the door, the pleasure so intense I couldn't do anything but pant against his lips. I could feel my second orgasm quickly approaching.

"Such a good girl for me." He pulls back with a smile, I lose myself in his words, I release myself with his name on my tongue, saying it over and over.

He helps me ride it out before removing his fingers, he places gentle kisses against my lips as I catch my breath. He rubs his fingers against my clit making me whimper.

"I can't wait to fill you up." He states.

I meet his gaze once more, realizing tonight, I would be fucking my roommate.

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lovelyrocker · 2 years

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Timothée in lace...that is all.

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothée #chalamet #timothee #timm #timmy t #timmyt

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annawintouranti · 1 year

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he ate. literally. right the fuck up.

#girlblogging #timothee chamalet #bones and all #maren #timmy t #timothee #timothee x reader #bones and all movie

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polvofrito · 2 years

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portrait with oil pastel 🍊🫐

#my art #art #traditional art #artists on tumblr #artwork #sketchbook #arte #small artist #artista #ilustração #timothee chalamet #oilportrait #oil pastel #colorful #timmy t

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skyebounded · 2 years

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can u make timothée smut with cockwarming😁😁

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premise: Timothée has been busy with work that he barely has time for you..

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cockwarming (my favourite btw) smut, swearing.

Word Count: 960

A/N: Hello Lovelies 💙 Hey babe, sorry this took me so damn long, but here you go! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request!!!

Anything, you would settle for anything right now. Timothée had been sitting on the couch for the past few hours, trying to get a feel for the new script that he was determined to memorize as soon as possible, which to him meant no time for a break and no time for you. From sun up to sun down he had been working, day after day.

You were entering week two, and all you had gotten from him was a few kisses here and there and if you were lucky maybe a fuck once or twice, but nothing lasting. You needed him. You knew he didn’t mean anything by it, he wasn’t purposefully trying to avoid you or leave you absolutely starving for his touch, it was simply just him trying to be good at his job and you respected that, but all you wanted was a little attention.

You didn’t need much, just something more than a few kisses every now and then. you wanted to be close to him, touch him, feel his hands on you, even if it was only for a few minutes, just something to hold you over until you could get him away from the pages, and to do something more fulfilling.

Eyeing him from the archway, you watch as he highlights the script in his hand, re-reading the line over and over again. His eyes fall closed in what you can only assume is frustration, and that was your cue. You make your way over to him, taking long strides. Moving the papers away from his face, you quickly straddle him before he can object. His eyes dart open at the sudden feeling of you atop him.

“Mon amour?” he exhales with a soft smile.

You were waiting for him to tell you that he didn’t have time, or that he was too busy, or any other excuse for that matter, but he doesn't, not yet at least.

“Darling, I miss you. I swear it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” you groan.

His eyes hold an apologetic gleam to them, as he studies your face. You could see the stress and the need for sleep hanging over him like a dark cloud. Your hands, firmly placed on his chest, begin to roam, making your way to his tensed shoulders, slowly massaging them. You lean in, placing a kiss along his neck, moving up it slowly listening to the low groans that he makes.

“I’m sorry my love, I just-I have to-” he starts.

You put your finger over his lips silencing his excuse. You pull back to look at him, as you think over what you need to say.

“I just want to feel you, we don’t have to-” you pause, searching his expression. His brow raises as he considers what you’re saying. “Baby, please…” you plead.

You go back to kissing his neck, sweetening the deal just a little. You meant what you said, you didn’t need to fuck, you just needed to feel him, touch him, have him touch you. You could tell he wanted the same, you could feel the evidence growing beneath you, his cock aching. You slowly grind your hips against him, feeling him grow harder by the second, savoring the low groan that grows in the back of his throat as it goes straight to your core.

“fuck..okay,,” was all he could manage to say.

His hand slips down to your cunt, grinning at you when he feels nothing but your wetness.

“What have you been doing that involves no panties, my dear?” he coos. Leaning into you, Timmy kisses the soft skin of your collar, his free hand sliding up the thin fabric of your shirt, his thumb brushing over your hardening nipple.

“Waiting for you,” you moan, as he sucks a welt into your neck. He lets go of the script in his hand for the moment, using it to grab your ass, kneading it in his palm.

“Hmm, so you got impatient I see,” his lips trail down your chest, even more, tending to your sweet spots. “Well let's see what we can do about it,” You begin to fiddle with the waistband of his pants, and he lifts his hips just enough to get them down, letting his cock spring free.

You lean up on your knees, letting out a sharp gasp when you feel his tip graze through your wet folds, your grip on his shoulder tightening. He gawks at you as you lower yourself onto his length, signing in tandem as he bottoms out inside you. His head leans back against the couch as he lets out a groan, as your walls clench around him, soaking in the delicious stretch of him.

You throw your arms around his neck. wrapping the hair at the nape of his neck around your pretty little fingers. You begging to kiss up his neck slowly, reaching his ear,

“You can go back to work now..” you smile innocently, your breath heavy.

He chuckles, knowing damn well that he wasn’t going to be able to focus on work when he was buried so deep in your needy cunt. Not when your plump lips ever so delicately kiss at his neck. He needed you just as badly as you needed him, if not more. He could try to go back to work, practice his lines for an hour more, but when you start moving your hip, like the little minx you are, he knows he's lost.

You knew you had gotten him, when his hands find your hips, slowly helping you to grind against him. Despite him seeming cool and collected you could feel just how untrue that was. You had won.

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🎰…..thanks for 642 followers <3333

also i watched the teaser for “the idol” with lily rose and the weekend so this is inspired it a bit…

y/i/n

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y/i/n The sleaziest love story in all of Hollywood ❤️, #THEIDOL coming soon.

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y/nfan000 the first time we hear from u in months and we find out u have a new show coming out?😭

y/nfan226 ok, y/f/n and the freaking weekend…to die for

abelfan3 ikr a duo i never saw coming

y/nfan567 omg is that Jennie Ruby Lane???

y/i/nfan69 well,well,well y/n… very hot

theweekend 🔥

y/nfan222 this show looks like it’s abt to become my new personality

timfan52 i am so in love with you

randomfan2 if it’s a HBO show y’all already know it’s about to be good

y/nfan27 body goals

y/i/nfan62 no cus this is legendary

timmyfan09 mommy…

y/i/n.updates

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y/i/n.updates y/f/n and Timothèe Chalamet both seen taking pictures with fans yesterday near Rodeo Drive!!

y/nfan224 icons

timfan111 wish that was me😞

timmyfan5 of to cali we go ✈️

y/nfan56 we are being fed

timfan68 wow they are so fineee

y/nfan17 wait were they together?

y/i/n.updates pretty sure

timmyfan693 i’m still recovering from the pain of how timothèe deleted all his posts 😓🙏

y/i/nfan09 this duo🙌

timfan62 omg tim just posted to his story 😫

tchalamet added to their story!

y/i/n

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y/i/n 🐰🎰🐇

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y/nfan09 this is very random.,.

y/nfan26 let’s just be greatfull of how active she is atm 🙏

randomfan2 loving that second pic,hit me up

timfan36 i hope u brought that magazine

y/i/n ofc i did, got to support my man

y/nfan53 her mannnnn🤭

y/i/nfan69 i think we just got conformation of y/n and timmy being together

timfan4 no

y/nfan111 my dream is to smoke with u

tchalamet are u stalking me???

y/i/n not any more than u stalk me ;)

y/i/nfan222 first ur new show is coming soon now this…idk how to live anymore

y/nfan27 hottest due idc

y/nfan06 ur my definition of comfort 😓

timfan63 i just swallowed my phone whole

y/nfan53 i have a spiritual connection to this post

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