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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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🦒 for timothee plssss, I just got home from the dispensary and seen the celebration post ! 🌬 congratulations!

thank youu <33

oh god first time riding- writing Timothée ;))

warning: drugs, smoking. words: 306. kisses. implied smut.

Smoke is weird. The way it goes left but also right and it goes all in different ways. From a bong, it could go straight out and then flow away but from a joint or a blunt, it goes in a mismatched direction, and sometimes it's prettier.

“your so pretty,” Timmy states with a sheepish smile, mostly completely out of it but it didn’t matter you both were.

Snapping out of watching the smoke, your eyes re-dilating as you turn to look at him, to find him staring at you with adoration, “you are too,” you say, a smile growing on your face, your hand that was hanging loosely above you was now hanging off the arm on the couch.

“Mon amour?” he says with arms wide, “come here,” he says but comes out like gibberish.

Climbing over to him on the couch with the blunt, he pulls you sit on him so your back is to his chest, his arms around your waist, and you both just melt into each other. While watching the show you guys had on, you bring the blunt back up to take a drag, feeling him nuzzle into your neck, giving you kisses.

“Hi,” you say quietly, passing it with a smile.

“Hi,” he whispers back, his face more on your shoulder so you could look at him, grabbing the blunt he rolled for you, “one kiss?" he asks before puckering his lips.

Giving in, you lean in giving him a kiss, eyes fluttering shut, you can taste the grape-flavored blunt wrap from him but you pull away just as fast as the kiss started, pulling a whine from him making him chase after your lips which he caught, deepening the kiss. But soon pulled away to inhale the blunt, before continuing with the kisses.

A long night that was.

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all-my-love-for-harry · 2 years

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my happy little pill ✿ | timothée chalamet

my masterlist | warnings: developing dependence to medication, going through withdrawal.

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Mavis has struggled with anxiety pretty much her whole life. For as long as she could remember she's had trouble to execute simple tasks with ease. Like going to the mall on her own or driving a car.

Therapy helped a lot to work on her confidence but four or so years ago her anxiety got so bad they decided to prescribe her some medication to help with her anxiety attacks. Making the decision of starting to take the pills was a big deal to her, and she felt lucky she had Timothée on her corner.

The first two years went by smoothly, taking the medication only when needed. If she was honest she kind of liked the feeling of temporary numbness it brought her every time she popped a pill in her mouth. After so many years of thinking too much it was nice to not feel anything.

The pills also helped her with the terrible insomnia she's had for years. She started noticing how good she'd sleep when she took it, and soon she became dependent on them, taking it even when she wasn't feeling anxious or having an attack, doubling the dose hoping it would make it feel even better.

Timothée began to notice how her medication started to run out sooner than expected, how she stopped taking the pills with him in the same room because she didn't want him to see how many she was taking. He didn't want to make Mavis uncomfortable by asking her but he was starting to really worry about his girlfriend.

"Timmy," Mavis calls out as she enters their shared bedroom. "I'm going out for a bit, I shouldn't take long."

Before she could exit the room, Timothée poked his head out of the master bathroom. "Where are you going?"

"I have to uh- pick up some things at the pharmacy." She forgot to lie and immediately cringed at the way his eyebrows furrowed.

"The pharmacy? Are you feeling sick?"

She figured she couldn't lie now so she told the truth. "I ran out of my pills." She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear. But of course he did.

"What do you mean you ran out?" With slight panic in his voice he pushed past her, making his way to the cabinet they kept the medications in and searched for her anxiety medication. When Mavis caught up with him he was already holding the empty bottle in his hands, examining it carefully. "These were supposed to last until - chérie," his tone changed to a softer one once he realized. "How many pills have you been taking?"

She lowered her gaze. "Just the amount prescribed."

"Mavis." Timothée's tone was dead serious. He never used her full name, always opting for sweet pet names. That's how she knew he was not playing around. "Have you been feeling anxious lately?"

"The pills help." She mumbled. "I take three before going to sleep every night." Mavis hated lying to her boyfriend, and seeing the worry in his eyes made her feel guilty. "They make me feel good, Timmy. I need them." Her voice cracked and her eyes filled with tears making Timothée to drop the medication bottle and pull her into a hug.

"My sweet girl, I know you do. But you can't crank up your dose like that." He pulled away to swipe the tears off her face with his thumbs. "It's making you more damage than good. You're not yourself, I've noticed."

"But I'm better." She tried to argue. "They make my brain numb, I like that. They also make me sleep better, you know how much I've struggled with that. Please just let me go get them, I will only take the amount prescribed, I promise."

"I don't believe you." He shook his head. "I think we should make an appointment and revisit the idea of the pills."

This made her panic. "No! You do not understand. I...I can’t sleep, I can’t eat without those p-pills...t-they’ve helped me a-and I-I can’t-- I can't s-top taking them."

More tears began to fall and he took this a sign delicately pick her up and place her on the sofa. He kneeled in front of her and began to massage her arms. "Mavis, honey, I need you to breathe, okay? Can you do that for me?"

He started taking deep breaths, in and out, until she started mimicking them to help her calm down. They stayed silent for a while, Mavis taking a hold of Timothée's hand and squeezing it now and then, him doing the same to help keeping her grounded and as a reminder he was still there.

"You're right." She finally spoke. "I should probably stop taking them for a while. I'm just... Timmy, I'm scared of feeling the way I did before."

His eyes softened. "I'm right here, chérie. It won't be easy at the beginning but we'll figure it out, okay?"

He was right. It wasn't easy. The first night was the toughest, her insomnia making a comeback when she didn't take the pills before getting ready for bed. But as he promised, Timothée stayed awake with her as she laid on his chest, stocking her hair gently as she played with the plain silver chain that rested on his naked chest.

He hummed a soft, calming melody to help her relax. That night they didn't sleep at all, watching in silence how the sun raised and the sky cleared from the windows of their bedroom.

They repeated the same routine the next night, Timothée trying some white noises on the speakers because he read that helped people with insomnia to sleep. He carefully crafted a playlist, filtering all the sounds he knew she wouldn't like. The sound of rain made her anxious and the ocean terrified her.

"I feel bad you're not getting any sleep because of me." She said the third night she was getting ready for bed.

"In sickness and in health, baby."

"We're not married." She said as she got into bed, assuming her position on her boyfriend's chest.

"Mmm, we could be." He replied softly before placing a kiss on her temple.

Withdrawal was the worst experience of her entire life. Her hands were shaking more than ever, her knee was bouncing so hard the person next to her was able to feel it. She wanted those pills, she needed those pills. It would be so much easier to just go back to not feel anything rather than feeling every emotion amplified, but she continued to push through.

The first two weeks were a living hell for her, constantly thinking she wouldn't make it, and when she was about to give up and just run to the pharmacy for a new bottle of pills, she'd catch Timothée making her a cup of tea every night, buying expensive silk covers because he read those made you sleep better, fluffing her pillow and lighting a candle with her favorite essence. He was going up and beyond to make sure she felt safe and comfortable.

"I love you so much, Mav. You're so brave, so strong. I can't believe you're mine. I'm gonna make sure you always feel safe."

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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Write a Timmy smut to celebrate 2K!!

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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bonesandchalamet · 10 months

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slumber party - t.chalamet

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requested: y - “Hii, could you make one about Timothée and reader having a toddler,and just pure fluff please 🫶🏻”

pairings: dad!timothee chalamet x mom!reader

warnings: fluff + child has been given a name + established relationship

a/n: this is short I’m sorry love!

silence never fills the walls of your New York apartment anymore— at least not since aurora, your daughter, was born.

her presence has been a blessing, there’s no doubt to that, but when the silence exists it’s deafening. which is why you’re concerned at six am when the pitter-patter of little feet against the hardwood floor is nonexistent. she’s only four, you think to yourself, there’s no way she’s learned to sleep in yet.

Timothee, your husband, is dead asleep beside you. he couldn’t of heard a tornado hit with the way he sleeps, and you don’t blame him. work and production of the upcoming films he was in were beginning to start, and sleep was lacking with not only a toddler, but work.

so yes, he had his reasons to sleep in, but aurora didn’t.

you heave out a worried sigh, throwing the blankets off your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. you slip on your slippers and trudge down the hall towards her bedroom. the homemade sign of her name Timothee made hangs loose on the door, the stickers her and Pauline stuck to the wood were fading, but stuck like glue. you push open the door carefully, to see her blinds are pushed open already, and she’s dressed herself.

“aurora,” your groggy voice jolts her head from the book in her lap, it’s timothees copy of dune that she stole because it reminder her of him. he spent months in the desert thinking of you two, and she spent months pretending the fat book in her lap was readable.

“mommy, is daddy awake?” she slips off the bed, book falling open onto the ground, she brushes past you headed straight for your bedroom door that’s closed. she doesn’t give you a second to reply, the man in the cozy bedroom is all she cares about and you don’t blame her. his presence was absent due to filming, any chance she got cozying up with him was a win in her book

you don��t have in your heart to warn her that he’s sleep. she’s already pushed open the door and by the time you slip into the dark room, she’s made herself comfortable in his arms. he’s barely awake, but when he felt her finger poke his chest, he unconsciously lifted his arms up.

you slip back under the sheets, turning in bed to look at the two. their mouths part the same way, their strains of curly brown hair fall over their faces in the exact same way.

you watch his eyes flutter open for a brief minute, he takes a look down at her, and then at you. your eyes are shut once again, forehead touching auroras, the two of you are sound asleep, and he doesn’t hesitate to sink further into the mattress and let sleep wash over him.

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spideyhexx · 2 months

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my only thought on paul atreides currently is how much I’d like to smooth his brow for him or the clench in his jaw like, gently rubbing my thumb between his brow before kissing it. Smoothing my thumb on his jawline then trailing little kisses on it once the tension has left.

#paul atreides #feel like he needs s calming session dnsnds #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides blurb #dune part two #dune #timothée chalamet

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garfinkelstingle · 1 year

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heyy, I absolutely loved you timothée's fake ig posts. if you don't mind, could you do a part 3 for that one with blanca as face claim? that's ok if not. ty <3

social media au | timothee chalamet

click here for part one

click here for part two

pairing: timothee chalamet x celebrity!reader

warnings: swearing?? should be about it

a/n: HELLO!!!! it's been a hot minute! life has been lifing pretty hard right now (not even necessary in a bad way just in a "a lot" way) and so i've barely had time to breathe let alone post stuff on tumblr! but alas, winter break is here and i thought why not!!!! hope everyone's doing well & that you're happy with part 3 nonnie, even if it took me a literal eternity!! enjoy :) oh and also merriest of chritsmases to everyone celebrating!!!!

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram fries before guys ;)

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sydney_sweeney too cute

yourfan97 oh to be a fry on y/n's place...

yourfan62 timothee chalamet is stronger than me because if y/n were to look at ME this way, i would be a puddle on the floor and in no way or shape capable of taking a picture of any kind of her 😭

tchamalet but not all guys right????

yourinstagram obviously

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timmyfan81 timmy really won the jackpot with y/n huh??????

tchalamet

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tchalamet stay spooky

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zendaya scary boi

yourinstagram the scariest

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florencepugh you should do a edward scissorhands reboot lol

tchalamet this is my petition for just that

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timmyfan72 he literally looks so good how?????

timmyfan99 pov you've never seen edward scissorhands and now don't want to unless timmy plays edward

yourinstagram the edward to my kim ♥️

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yourfan62 no but i'm like 113% convinced this was a couple's costume you cannot change my mind ever

tchalamet

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tchalamet feliz cumpleaños mi amor ❤️

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yourfan62 will i ever be okay with this??? the answer is NO NEVER EVER EVER

timmyfan89 timmy really is beyond in love with her it's too cute i literally can't 😭😭😭😭

tomholland2013 hey y/n happy birthday mate!

yourinstagram thanks tom!!!

timmyfan91 happiest of birthdays to the one that makes timmy the happiest (thus making us fans even happier) 🤍

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yourinstagram ti amo ❤️

tchalamet ❤️❤️

yourfan62

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yourfan62 NO BECAUSE WHO GAVE THEM THE FUCKING RIGHT TO BE THIS FUCKING PERFECT IM LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AAAHHHHH

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timmyfan73 they are my literal parents i do not care what anyone has to say i am their child and that's that

yourfan93 WHERE DO YOU HAVE THIS FROM?????

yourfan62 they were seen together in LA not too far from timmy's house yesterday 😭😭

timmyfan66 honestly i'd bet my left foot that they're living together i mean she's seen there CONSTANTLY now even when he seems to be out of town

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram forever vacay w u <3

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jennaortega too cute!!

florencepugh crashing your vacation next time cause this just looks too good to pass up on

yourfan62 ok but they are literal soulmates i said what i said

timmyfan18 the arms around her neck no i'm nOt okay 😭😭

tchalamet forever & always

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tchalamet

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tchalamet 365.

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haileesteinfeld can't believe it's already been a year of you and tiny foot!!!!

yourinstagram my feet aren't tiny his are just... never mind 💀

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timmyfan71 HOW HAS IT BEEN A YEAR ALREADY WHAT???

harrystyles i do feel entitled to credit considering that i took this masterpiece of a picture

yourinstagram & counting

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yourfan62 NO BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TELLING EVERYONE FOR CLOSE TO A YEAR TOO I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN CALLING THIS FROM THE BEGINNING IM A FUCKING GENIUS

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram time really does fly by fast when you're happy, huh? can't believe it's already been a year of absolute and utter bliss with my favorite person by my side ❤️ here's to infinity to come!!!

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yourfan62 i wanna gloat but i'm also crying because these two are absolute and utter perfection 😭😭😭

timmyfan90 thanks for making timmy happy you're literally all he talks about in interviews!!!

niallhoran happy anniversary bubs!

zendaya otp

timmyfan19 i want what they have 😭

tchalamet i love you

yourinstagram my everything 🤍

timmyfan82

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timmyfan82 timothee posted this picture on his story yesterday of him and yourinstagram in the car together and honestly my life has not been the same since 😭

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yourfan62 they are literal couple goals i can't with them honestly

timmyfan18 the way there's nothing i wouldn't do for them

timmyfan73 no bc if they ever break up i will NEVER believe in true love ever again 😭

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram addition to the family <3 say hi to oscar!!!!

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haileesteinfeld omg oscar's the cutest thing ever!!!! can't wait to hang out with him soon 🥺

florencepugh the cutest wee little puppy i have ever seen

yourfan62 THEY GOT A PUPPY TOGETHER I REPEAT THEY GOT A PUPPY TOGETHER!!!!!!!!

timmyfan77 never have a i ever wanted to be a dog more than i do right about now

tchalamet oscar's officially my second favorite living thing in the world

yourinstagram the first one being?

tchalamet you. only you.

yourinstagram's story

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luvellx · 4 months

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fic recs , timothée chalamet !

by @lola-la-cava

⤷ if you'll have me

⤷ met'23

⤷ sky full of stars

crayons by @timottea

by @lixzey

⤷ the story of us (series)

⤷ mine, forever mine.

⤷ forever yours.

the photo booth by @hamlets-ak

by @bonesandchalamet

⤷ quite in new york

⤷ lessons in french

⤷ o' christmas

⤷ slumber party

⤷ i miss you i'm sorry

"sleeping mates" by @oneshots-heaven

by @growup-thatbeautiful

⤷ gravitation

⤷ our daughter

for my hand by @catharsisfalls

ella's note !

hello im back! with yet more fanfics for u guys! in honor of the release of wonka i'm going to be sharing a bunch of my favourite timmy fics i have read! so hope u guys enjoy them! thx for reading, muah<33

p.s the movie was soooo good ^^

#timothée chalamet #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #fanfic reccomendation #fanfic #book reccomendation #blurb #fic rec #actor #willy wonka #wonka 2023 #timothee chalamet x reader #book reccs

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houseofchalamet · 11 months

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What Are Friends For? (Part 2)

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets a chance to return the favor ;) Warnings: Smut (fingering, handjob, oral - male receiving), language, friends with benefits, no aftercare. Word count: 959

You were afraid things would be awkward between you and Timmy, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

After your… encounter, you’d put on a pair of pants and met him in the living room. You both ate your food on the couch and watched a movie, talking and laughing like it hadn’t even happened. You were relieved that it hadn't changed your friendship.

Except for the fact that when he went home that night, you masturbated to the thought of his fingers inside you at least a hundred times. You wondered if he was doing the same. The thought of him fucking his hand and thinking of you made you cum extra hard.

Your lives were busy. You managed to hang out with him a few more times in the next couple weeks, but nothing sexual happened again. You didn’t want to push it and risk making things weird between the two of you, so you let it go.

“What are we watching?” Timothée called from the living room.

“I don’t know, whatever you want,” you called back as you practically emptied all of the snacks from your kitchen cabinets.

He sighed loudly as you entered the living room, arms full of junk food. “You decide.” This was an argument you two had often.

“I don’t know.” You dropped everything onto the coffee table.

“Just pick something,” he pleaded.

You grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch beside him. You didn’t even know which streaming service to flip through. You tried Netflix. Nothing.

As you were waiting for Hulu to load, Timmy shifted in his seat for what had to have been the third time in under two minutes. You turned to him, wondering what his deal was. He met your gaze immediately. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink.

Like he’d been caught.

You had no idea what was going on until your eyes just happened to flick down and you took in the bulge in his pants. A long moment passed as he tried to gauge your reaction and you tried to figure out what had triggered this or how to even react. Finally, you cleared your throat, not wanting to appear too excited.

“Do you need help with that?” You nodded down to the tightness in his jeans.

He smirked a little, remembering your encounter all those weeks ago. “Would you?”

“What are friends for?” Remote forgotten, you tucked yourself beside him and reached down, feeling him over his jeans first. You fought back a smirk; you knew he’d be big. He exhaled, his head dropping back onto the cushions even though you’d barely touched him yet. You made quick work of unzipping his jeans and pulling him out of his boxers.

You thought of all the nights you’d laid in bed, imagining Timmy’s cock, and now here it was, hard in your hand. Your pussy was already dripping as you ran your hand up and down his length.

You rubbed your legs together to create some friction. Timmy noticed your neediness and reached his hand into your pajama pants until you felt slight pressure on your clit. You gasped, automatically opening your legs in search of more pleasure, which he was happy to provide.

You pumped even faster, hoping you’d be rewarded for it, and you were. He slid a finger inside you. You bucked your hips, wanting more. You could no longer contain your excitement; you’d been dreaming of this for weeks. He matched his pace to yours, fingering you at the same speed you were using on him.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Despite your building orgasm, you forced yourself to focus on pleasuring him. He seemed to be doing the same, adding another finger. You were both locked in a pleasure-filled standoff.

He increased his pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb and effectively throwing you over the edge. A whimper escaped your throat as you came around his fingers for the second time. You could feel his dick twitch in your hand as your pussy convulsed.

You pulled his hand from your pants and guided it to your mouth, sucking on the cum-covered digits before he had the chance to do so first. His jaw dropped as he watched you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself. It was undeniably hot. He involuntarily bucked his hips once, simply unable to help himself. He was close.

Whether he knew it or not, he’d made you cum several times the last few weeks. Now, you needed to return the favor. You dropped to your knees, intending to replace his fingers with his cock.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he strained. He nearly came just from the sight of you kneeling before him. You licked his tip, making him curse again. “Feels so fucking good.”

Excitement coursed through your veins; you liked when he praised you. He was struggling to keep his composure, and the little noises of pleasure that managed to escape him only excited you even more.

You took his cock almost entirely in your mouth, licking the underside and swirling your tongue around the tip, knowing it would be the end of him.

He looked god-like as he came; better than you ever could have imagined. His back arched and his hands clenched around the material of the couch cushion. Your pussy clenched again at the sight and taste of him coating your mouth.

You rested your head on his thigh, committing his fucked-out expression to memory as he tried to slow his breathing.

“Timmy?” you asked after a few moments.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?”

You stood, wiping the side of your mouth and grabbing the remote once more. “I wanna watch Euphoria.”

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peleksstuff · 1 month

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interviewing timothée l timothée chalamet x reader

gifs not mine*

summary: looking good interviewing timothee

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the desert in a magical light, you sat face to face with two big Hollywood stars, Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya, right on the set of the highly anticipated movie, Dune. The conversation aimed to uncover their insights into the production process of this monumental adaptation and delve into the intricacies of their respective roles.

"It's great to have both of you here, Timothée and Zendaya. Dune is known worldwide, with a passionate fan following. How did you guys tackle the challenge of portraying your characters in this adaptation?"

Timothee's eyes locked onto yours as he began to answer, a spark of interest evident in his gaze. "Well, for me, it was about really delving into the psyche of Paul Atreides," he said, his voice carrying a hint of intensity. "His journey is one of self-discovery, of navigating a world filled with complexities and challenges. It was a privilege to step into his shoes."

Zendaya concurred with a nod before expressing, "Playing Chani was truly amazing for me. She's a character of immense strength and resilience, and I aimed to embody her essence in every scene. Working with such a skilled cast and crew was an absolute pleasure."

Throughout the interview, Timothee's gaze kept drifting back to you, his eyes lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a flutter of excitement through your chest. Zendaya seemed to notice the subtle exchange and flashed you a knowing smile before continuing to discuss the film.

As the interview neared its end, you found yourself filled with excitement, grateful for the opportunity to have conversed with two burgeoning Hollywood talents. "Thank you both for your time today," you expressed warmly, a sincere smile gracing your face. "I'm confident that Dune will indeed become a cinematic masterpiece."

As the cameras stopped rolling, Timothee approached you with a sheepish grin. "Hey, um, I was wondering if maybe... you'd want to grab a coffee sometime?" he asked, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.

Zendaya, who had been observing the interaction with amusement, couldn't contain her laughter. "Well, well, well, Timmy," she teased, "how professional of you."

Timothee rolled his eyes playfully before turning back to you, his expression hopeful. "So, what do you say?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events. "I'd love to," you replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him outside of the interview setting.

As you exchanged numbers with Timothee, Zendaya grinned mischievously, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you just did that," she said, her laughter filling the air. "But hey, who am I to stand in the way of true love?"

As you watched Timothee walk away, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unexpected opportunity in the air, as if the desert sands themselves were whispering tales of new beginnings.

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hamlets-ak · 1 year

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Ciao come stai? Potrei chiedere a timothée chamelet ×reader dove sono co-protagonisti e fanno l'intervista sulle montagne russe, come se i loro personaggi fossero innamorati e l'intervistatore chiede se la chimica tra i personaggi è anche tra loro due e loro non non rispondono ma si guardano e mentre cadono giù per il pendio si prendono per mano? Una cosa del genere! mi piace come scrivi! ciao <3!

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hi, how are you? I could ask timothée chalamet x reader where they co-star and do the roller coaster interview, as their characters were in love and the interviewer asks if the chemistry between the characters is also between them and they do not respond but they look and as they fall down the slope they take hands? Something like that! I like how you write! ciao <3

hiii, i’m doing great! thank you so much for asking!! i’m so happy you like my writing.

my italian is very meh so i tried to translate it. hope that’s what you're asking for, if not, i’d be more than happy to rewrite something more specific for you.

i did my little research for this one because i had no idea about the roller coaster interviews. hopefully, it turned out good?

thank you so much for your request. hope you have a lovely day as well <3

a brief thrill ride ༊*·˚

༘♡ i sink into your eyes whenever i’m looking at you

you and timothée get interviewed on a roller coaster

You were the first one to sit at the cart, followed by Timothée who placed himself right next to you, leaving a space for the interviewer to the side. You looked at him with a smile and he chuckled as he pulled his curls back, out of his eyes only for them to jump back again. You held his face while pulling the fallen pieces behind his ears. His eyes lightly closed at the feeling of your hands bringing back his hair so gently.

« We should do this sometime alone, » he mumbled pointing with his eyes at the train and the place around him. You softly smiled at his words leaving his face but still gazing into his eyes and that infinity of colors that were locked in them.

The movements that were happening behind him caught your attention so you leaned your head to the side only to see the interviewer joining you.

« Okay, guys get ready, » she smiled at you and then quickly turned to the camera. You both cleared your throats as they locked you up, securing your safety, before starting the interview. « We’re at Knott's Berry Farm, I’m Ivy Miller and I’m about to interview Y/N L/N and Timothée Chalamet on this roller coaster about their new movie. » Unconsciously both of you gasped pressing your lips shut and lightly widening your eyes as the train started moving upwards. « So, can you tell us what was your favorite thing about shooting together before we fall down? »

« Everything, honestly. » you said truthfully. Your eyes couldn’t help but look back at the height you had already covered. « Oh shit, » you cursed. Tim looked at you with a smile.

« Scared? », he asked. « No! », you rushed to add. Timothée grinned even wider.

« Yeah, I agree with Y/N, I loved every single moment working with her. »

Two seconds later, without any warning, the cart fell down with incredible speed. Timothée unlike you, that were completely terrified, was leaving happy screams having his hands in the air. Your whole life ran in front of your eyes. You were shaking, while your hair was getting tangled with the wind and your eyes started to water from the violent change of height and speed.

« You’ve been spending lots of hours on set, can you tell me a thing you learned about the other? », the interviewer asked as the train was going up and down, wasting and turning.

« I don’t know, very random stuff, » Tim cried. « Like, for some reason, the less Y/N sleeps the more energy she has. » You laughed at his response as you closed your eyes trying to find yours.

« Timothée hasn’t watched Lord of the Rings, » you said back. « Very embarrassing, if you want my opinion. »

« You weren't supposed to say that! », he cried back at you as you the train twirled upside down.

After that, the cart stopped one last time on top, for a few seconds.

« Oh my God, » you murmured.

« One last question guys before we land. Your characters were madly in love and the chemistry between you two is unreal. Was this film more than acting to you? »

Your lips twitched and finally separated in surprise. The last thing you expected from an interview like that was that kind of question. You turned to Timothée who was already staring at you with a small cheeky smile.

Before saying anything with a sudden move, the cart fell down again. You released a loud scream, you were too high and the speed was impossible. You breathed out, feeling a warmness spreading to your body as Timothée’s long fingers wrapped tightly around your palm and between your fingers, holding you tightly.

« Why should people watch your movie? », the interviewer asked lastly, once you were in the ground.

« Come on guys, » Tim said leaning slightly his head towards the camera. « I mean, it's a Luca Guadagnino film. » You had your face covered with your palms, until you felt Timmy pulling you into a hug while laughing. « Why have to do this again. » You widened your eyes horrified and pulled back.

« Please, someone get me out of this death machine! »

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sourholland · 2 years

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hi love🤍 can i request a meetcute with timothee at a book store??

i suck at making requests im sorry😂

request a blurb!!

Ronnie’s.

The cutest, most inexpensive little nook of a bookstore in Brooklyn. Home to everyone; broke college students, frugal bookworms, ambitious high schoolers, and even those who just loved to browse like yourself. Owned by the sweetest old man with the biggest heart.

And here you were, a quiet Tuesday night, meandering through the aisles of the dimly lit store. You were the only occupant, save Mr. Ronnie’s cat who strutted around happily, brushing your ankles.

You truly weren’t looking for anything in particular. Somehow you’d drifted from the nonfiction section to the self-help books, and now to the cookbook shelves. Apart of you was procrastinating everything else you had to do, the other part of you had just been thinking about coming to Ronnie’s all day.

It was peaceful, like a quiet in the hustle and bustle of New York. Lost in thought, you must’ve missed the chime of the front door. Your index finger ran along the spine of the books at your right, your eyes half closed and tired from your lecture earlier.

Somewhere along the way, you just fully closed them and let yourself fall into the peaceful silence. Without the realization that the row was ending, you collided with the person in front of you hard.

“I am so sorry!” You choked out, embarrassed, but also discreetly laughing at your own stupidity.

It was a young man, he was slim and tall with brown curly hair and a striped turtleneck on. He hadn’t quite been knocked down but he still held you shoulders as he had grabbed onto them while stabilizing himself. He removed them and laughed a bit himself.

“No worries,” he chuckled awkwardly.

You both just sort of stood there in a stiff silence for a few moments and then like a reflex broke apart with a fleeting laugh and ‘see ya’. Blushing furiously, you retreated to a far corner of the store and cursed yourself for being so embarrassing.

A little while passed and when you assumed he was surely out of the store, you made your way towards the door empty handed. Only when you went to turn the knob, you heard someone calling out.

“Miss?” He said to you, coming up on your right. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you laughed a little at the same boy as before. “Can I help you?”

“No, well—yes. Yes you can. I was wonder if I’d be able to get your phone number, if not that’s like totally fine and I completely understand! You don’t know me, I don’t know you. For all you know I could be a serial killer and—”

“A serial killer?” You cut him off. “That’s comforting.”

He was rocking back and forth on his heels, scratching the nape of his neck. He looked flustered, shaking his head at your comment and smiling at you.

“Let me start over,” he started again. “I’m Timothée, and I’m not a serial killer.”

“Y/N,” you laughed out loud. “I’m also not a serial killer.”

A few minutes of back and forth and you scribbled down your phone number on the back of a flyer you picked up off the cash register desk. He thanked you bashfully, turning around and bumping into the desk as you walked out.

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timchalamet-devoted · 4 days

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Long Distance

I haven't had any energy to write recently, but I found this in my drafts from a while ago, so I thought I'd post it! I feel like it rants on a bit too much, so I hope it's alright. <3

Summary: Long distance is difficult, but you and Timmy power through

Pairing: Timothée x fem.reader

Fluff!

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Masterlist

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The familiar beep sounded through the silent room. It read 2:56 am on the screen of your phone, as you unplugged it from its charger and opened facetime, forcing your eyes open. Nothing yet. While waiting for the nightly phone call, you propped yourself up onto your elbows, and your eyes wandere to the right of you, where your thin, white curtains swayed and flapped slightly from the mild breeze that entered through the open balcony door; the night air cooled your hot skin, pleasant and blissful. Due to the transparency of the fabric, you could quite clearly make out the full moon, that cast its heavenly glow across your bed and your uncovered figure, blankets laying discarded somewhere on the floor, curtesy of the dense summer air. Despite the time, the roads below were alive with distant sounds of chatter, cars rushing by, teenagers emerging from another nightclub. You found London to be like New York: it was a city that, indeed, never slept.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as your phone vibrated in your hand, presenting you with a glorious sight. Not wanting to wait a moment longer, you quickly pressed 'accept', and a face flooded the screen. It was the face of your favourite person, the one you so longed to touch, and kiss and see, yet couldn't for another dreadful 2 months.

"Y/NNN!!!" His bright eyes shined at you.

"TIMMY!!"

He had the goofiest smile spread across his face, and at this point, so did you. The day had dragged on, boring and exhausting, but the thought of seeing this face kept you giddily ploughing through.

It was no secret that long-distance sucked, and unfortunately, you and Timothée were no exception to this burden of being actors. Timmy was in Budapest, working on Dune part 2, and at the same time, you were in London, filming your next project. You absolutely loved your job, it was one you dreamed of from the age of 11, however not being able to come home together with Timothée, or to hold him in your arms was heartbreaking for the both of you.

Your cheeks flushed red as you lay your eyes upon the gorgeous brown locks framing his face, the pools of green that were admiring you through the screen, and that toothy smile, that told you he was just as happy to see you.

"You look so beautiful mon amour"

"As do you," you smiled, feeling happier than you were all day. Sometimes, you didn't even need to talk during your calls; sometimes, it was enough to just look at each other and to know that the other was just a phone call away. Most of the time, however, you spent these blessed minutes making utter fools of yourself. But that was what you loved about your relationship: it was one where you trusted each other fully and loved every inch and aspect of each other. You two were practically best friends - and well you were. You understood each other like no one else could, never afraid that you would look silly or embarrassing in front of the other. There was no such thing. You could be as ridiculous as your heart desired, and Timmy would still look at you with pure adoration in his eyes and the same for you. You were eachothers safe spaces, of love and vulnerability. Although you never felt vulnerable around him; for you knew that he would do anything his power to protect you.

You spent a good while asking each other questions back and forth, suppressing the yawns that took over your bodies. Despite the longing, it felt good to talk to your boy, and to exchange your feelings of anwavering love for eachother, even though it was often accompanied by a silly gesture or a remark that only you would send you both into fits of giggles. At one point, Timmy pretended to pick his nose, pouting as he did. You instantaniously screenshotted this, smiling to yourself, knowing you'd soon assign it as your new wallpaper.

As your conversation went on, your eyes grew heavier by the minute, and so did Timothée's. You fell silent, simply gazing into his eyes, him staring right back. You could see the endless shades of green, dancing in his eyes, those eyes that said I love you.

You knew it long before, but now, in this moment of peace and yearning, you relished in the fact that you knew you wanted to spend every last one of your minutes with him. Your boy. Your Timmy.

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all-my-love-for-harry · 2 years

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[ requests are open ]

these stories + more stories can be found on my wattpad

series;

Lover. [coming soon]

one shots;

my happy little pill. [ oc ]

social media au;

around the world.

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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OMG I’m begging you to write a fic about needy, stoned timmy

Munchies

Warnings: high Timothee, oral (fem receiving)

Come over, pleaseeeeeee.

I read the text, smiling at my self like a giddy teenager. How does a 27-year-old man have this effect on me?

Need me to bring snacks? I text back.

He's typing instantly.

Just your 🐱

I run a hand over my face already feeling heat building between my legs. Timothee is extra needy and horny when he's been smoking and considering it's a Friday after the few busy weeks he's had, I already know he's chosen his favorite method to wind down.

OMW I text back, eager to feel is tongue inside of me.

👅 👅👅 he responds.

His apartment door is already unlocked, and he's waiting for me, sitting on the arm of his sofa. He's wearing grey sweatpants and that I can already see his dick through and a grey hoodie to match. On anyone else it'd be too much grey, but on him it worked. Everything worked on Timothee.

He held his arms out to me, greeting me with grabby hands. When I'm in arms reach he grabs me and pulls me into him, his hands instantly searching for the quickest way to get me out of my clothes. His tired eyes meet mine and he blinks slowly.

"I missed you so much, baby," his voice is soft.

"You saw me yesterday, Tim." "Too long," he says pressing his lips against mine. "Way too long. Need you all the time." Timothees fingers hooked under my leggings and tugged downward. "Can these come off?"

"So eager," I tease, taking a step back and pushing them down along with my panties. I step out of the and Timothee pulls me back into him. One arm wrapping around my body and the other trailing down my front. I'm already wet, so when his fingers tease my folds he groans. He slides them in between my lips and delicately runs his fingertips against my clit. My knees are weak already.

"So hungry," Timothee corrects me when he breaks away from the kiss he'd been torturing me with. He stops rubbing me only to suck his index finger into his mouth, sucking my arousal from the digit followed by his middle finger then his ring finger. "Let's switch," Timothee says, spinning me around and pushing my ass against the arm of his couch. He's on his knees in front of me in an instant and spreads my legs wide open. Before I have a chance to brace myself, his head is in between my legs and his tongue dives straight into my entrance, teasing my hole. I throw my head back and let out a soft, drawn out moan. He swirls his tongue along my folds, mixing spit and arousal together creating a wonderful concoction to tease my clit with. The tip of his tongue circles the bundle of nerves, and my knees open wider.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby. Yes, right there."

He hums a response against my core and it vibrates against my clit. I moan louder, not expecting the sensation to feel so good. I fall back, the cushions on Timothee's couch creating a soft landing for my back and head. This angle gives Timothee full access to every inch of my pussy. Everything on full display. He sucks my clit into his mouth, creating soft suckling noises and wet slurps. The sounds alone enough to bring me over the edge. Then he flattens his tongue, giving my pussy full laps at an agonizing pace.

"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna come. Timmy, yes!"

My hips begin to move in rhythm with his tongue, riding the muscle as he brings me into bliss. My body convulses lightly as and I feel my clit throbbing under his tongue. He chuckles happily as I ride out my orgasm, giving me soft kisses to my center.

"Mmmm," Timothee moaned when I sat up. He stayed on his knees, wrapping his arms around my back and resting his cheek against my stomach.

"Good?" I asked, running my fingers through is curls.

"So good," he agreed.

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bonesandchalamet · 4 months

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‘O Christmas tree — t. chalamet

masterlist | pairing: Timothee chalamet x reader

summary: Timothee is gone a lot for wonka and you’re work distracts you from decorating until someone comes on home…

warnings: fluff

with wonka promotions and interviews, he’s not had time to think about Christmas. with nothing but chocolate, singing, and dancing on his mind the holidays have slipped by him once again.

it’s not too late, overnight shipping exists and stores still have great deals, but nothing screams to him.

so he’s back to square one: promoting wonka, talking about the works of dune, and hopping on another plane. the cycle continues while you FaceTime occasionally from your cold desk in New York.

“busiest time of year.” he says shaking the snow off his jacket and boots. he’d just landed for the good morning America segment, and the only place he could tell the cab driver to take him was here: your home.

“it’s always busy in New York, chalamet. you’ve been gone for that long you forgot?” you spin around in your work chair to see him standing by the door, a tree slung over his shoulders, and a box of lights in his other hand.

“is that a real tree?” in slight shock you ask the dumb question. its wrapped up in a net and the smell of fresh pine over takes your apartment.

so you’ve also been a bit busy. having not had time to decorate with monthly work quotas and yearly ends to meet, the fake tree never got set up and the stockings never got laid over the fake fireplace.

“do you want to decorate?”

“no more talk of chocolates?” you ask give him a quizzical look that earns a light laughter to escape his lips, “no more talk of chocolates.”

“you set up the tree, I’ll get the ornaments.”

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