#timothée fic

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter six: i found you

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Said “I’m fine”, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, and I screamed for whatever it’s worth, “I love you”, ain’t that the worst you ever heard? He looks up, grinning like a devil.- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer

Summer—or at least not-quite-three- months they’d spent together in almost entirely uninterrupted bliss that she had come to think of as summer—came to a close at the end of August.

One afternoon, Lea was perched on the ledge of the hot tub, her legs over Tim’s shoulders as he ate her out. Their swimsuits had long since been abandoned in a wet heap nearby. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned against her clit, “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, rolling her hips mindlessly.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Cum for me. Cum for me like a good girl.”

And then he was sucking her clit, and—

And she burst, moaning his name.

He didn’t give her any time to recover before he was pulling her back into the hot tub and into his lap.

“Want you to sit on it,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she gasped out, immediately lowering herself onto him, the water lapping at her breasts.

“Fuck, Lea,” he groaned, throwing his head back against the edge of the hot tub, his hair dripping onto the tile. “God, you’re so tight.” He squeezed her hips, encouraging her to rock back and forth, fucking herself on his cock. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

“Tim,” she moaned. “You fill me up so good.”

“So sexy,” he muttered, digging his fingers into her ass. “Fuckin’ hell, babydoll, I’ll never have enough of this pussy.”

“I’ll never have enough of you, either,” she gasped out, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him, her sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. “You feel so good, I feel—“

“What do you feel, angel?” he asked softly, cupping her cheek. “Tell me.”

“I feel so close to you,” Lea admitted.

He smiled against her lips. “You like being close to me?”

“I love being close to you,” she confessed.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She froze. “You— you what?”

“I’m in love with you, Lea.” He trailed a hand up her back, threading his fingers into her hair.

“You are?” She couldn’t believe her ears. He loved her? Why? How?

“You sound surprised,” he chuckled, peppering kisses over her jaw and down her neck. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t think you were serious,” she squeaked out.

Tim pulled back slightly, frowning. “Of course I was serious. I wouldn’t joke about something like that.” He paused, searching her face. “Is me loving you a bad thing?” Then, “Do you not love me back?”

She locked down, twisting her fingers behind his neck. “It’s… it’s not that,” she said softly. “I just don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?” he asked patiently, rubbing her back in a way she knew was intended to comfort her, ease her anxiety. 

“It doesn’t make any sense for you to, like…” She gulped. “To feel that way about me.”

“Why not, love?”

She shuddered in delight at him calling her that. “It just doesn’t. I dunno.”

He cupped her cheek then, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. When she was panting and desperate for him again, he pulled back and said, “Love doesn’t have to make sense. I found you, I love you, and I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.” He waited for her to respond, but all she seemed capable of was blinking at him wordlessly. “Now then,” he went on, “all that remains is if you love me, too.”

Lea buried her face in his neck. “Of course I love you, Tim,” she confessed. “I think I’ve loved you my whole life.”

“God, sweetheart,” he breathed, wrapping both arms around her and holding her close. “Can I keep you?”

“I’m yours,” she promised. “I’ll always be yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He fisted a hand in her hair. “Kiss me, love. Lemme feel your lips on mine. Please.”

Lea immediately righted herself and obeyed, pouring all the love and adoration she felt for him into the kiss. Her very soul belonged to him, and she wanted him to know it, to feel it.

He trailed his hands down her sides, brushing her breasts and moving down to grasp her hips. “Ride me, baby,” he encouraged. “Feel me.”

She leaned her forehead against his, pressing herself closer to him and rolling her hips. “I love you,” she told him again. Now that it was out in the open, now that he knew how she felt, it was pouring out of her like a fountain, and she felt like she couldn’t say it enough. “I love you so much.”

“You’d do anything for me?” he groaned against her lips. “Anything I asked of you, anything to please me?”

“Anything,” she agreed without hesitation, nodding vehemently. “God, just— as long as I can be with you, I don’t care about anything else. Just hold me, please. Love me back. That’s all I want.”

“I’ll hold you till the fuckin’ world ends,” he swore, kissing her desperately. “Till the sun explodes and the stars burn out. Even after that, I don’t think I could let you go. Not ever.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she rocked her hips harder. “I want that,” she breathed. “I want everything with you.”

“Would you…” He swallowed. “Would you have a baby with me?” When she froze again, he hastily added, “Not— not now, of course. Not for another few years at least. But… someday? Would you want to?”

It was weird being embarrassed when he was literally inside her, but she blushed anyway. “I’d have one with you now if I could.”

Tim smiled giddily. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “I love you, and I do… I want that with you.”

“I bet you’d look so fuckin’ sexy pregnant,” he practically growled. “Tits all swollen, my baby inside you ‘cause of how good I fucked you, filled you with my cum.” When she whimpered, he smirked. “You want that, sweetheart? You want me to get you pregnant, fuck you till I knock you up?”

“Yes, please,” she whined, rocking her hips back and forth. “I wanna— I wanna have your baby, want you to get me pregnant, I want it I want it want it—“

“Greedy little thing,” he chided. “Got you addicted to my cock, didn’t I? To the way I fuck you?”

“Mhm,” she gasped out. “Fuck, you’re so big, please don’t stop—“

“Take it,” he growled, driving up into her. “Take this fuckin’ dick, baby. Bounce on it, c’mon.”

She did so, obediently lifting herself off of him, water dripping down her breasts and splashing around them as she lowered herself back down. She repeated the motion, then again and again until she was fucking herself on his cock as hard and fast as she could. “God, Tim,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “More. Fuck me, fuck me, please—“

“Good girl,” he murmured, aiding her movements with one hand and grabbing her breast with the other, yanking it down towards him. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she moaned again.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, fisting a hand in his wet curls and holding him against her. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me like that, like that—“

“My dirty little slut,” he said against her skin. “Fucking herself on my cock, begging me for more.”

“Never get enough of you,” Lea admitted with a whine. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, babydoll,” he said darkly. “Perfect little pussy, so tight for me, pleasuring me whenever I want, letting me split you open on my dick whenever I want.”

She bounced faster, her walls clenching around him as if to pull him in deeper, impossibly deeper. God but he filled her up so perfectly.

“You wanna cum, love?” he asked, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. “You wanna cum all over my cock?”

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes—“ she chanted desperately. “Please Tim, please make me cum, I wanna feel it, wanna cum with you inside me, please—“

“Good girl, asking for what you want,” he praised, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. She moaned, leaning closer to him and switching to rocking her hips instead of bouncing on him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feels good, huh?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her skin tingling as her orgasm neared. “‘m gonna cum, fuck, Tim, ‘m gonna cum—“

“Cum for me, Lea,” he encouraged. “Lemme have it. Sweet girl, I love you so much. Cum for me, darling.”

She came with a whine, her hips bucking against his.

“Good girl,” Tim praised quietly, pulling her in close. “Such a good girl for me.” With that, he lifted her up and lay her down on the edge of the hot top, standing up and slamming back into her.

“Ah!” she cried out, her body jolting from the force of his thrusts.

“Wanna cum in you,” he panted, gripping her thighs and watching as her breasts bounced. “Fill you up, fuck a baby into you.”

“Yes,” she breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes and desperately wishing she wasn’t on birth control. “Give me your baby, Tim. Get me pregnant.”

“I will,” he swore, leaning down to cup her cheek and kiss her roughly, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Lea, I’m gonna cum.”

“Give it to me,” she pleaded. “Fill me with it.”

He groaned into her mouth, his thrusts deep and halting until they came to a stop. “I love you,” Tim said softly, peppering kisses on her face. “I love you so much, Lea.”

She giggled. “I love you, too.”

He pulled out of her and rolled over to his side, kissing her slowly. Lovingly. Trailing a hand down her stomach and between her thighs, he pushed his cum back into her. She whimpered softly against his mouth, lifting her hips and rolling them up against his hand.

“I want all this inside you,” he murmured, kissing her deeply. 

“Tim,” she gasped as he began to rub her clit. “God, that’s—“

And then his phone sounded from a nearby bench.

She jolted, startled, and he groaned in annoyance and stood up, strolling over to the bench and grabbing his phone. “Yeah? Oh, hey, sweetie. Okay, yeah, give me a second, I was, uh… I was in the pool. Yeah, I’ll see you in a sec.”

He put his phone back down and looked at Lea, panic in his eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, ignoring the way his cum seeped out of her.

Suddenly, it clicked in her head. “Fuck,” she hissed, scrambling to her feet. “I— I forgot she was coming home today!”

“No, no,” he said hurriedly. “I did, too. She’s— she’s at the door, she doesn’t know you’re here—“

“It wouldn’t be any better if she did know I was here, there’s no reason for me to be here—“

“Well, okay, that’s not entirely true,” he corrected. Lea glared at him, and he went on, “Okay, look, it’ll be fine, let me just… put my trunks back on, you go through the kitchen door and up the secondary staircase.”

“How am I gonna get past Elle?” she asked frantically, already making her way up the stairs.

He yanked his swim trunks up over his hipbones. “Oh, fuck, uh… I’ll distract her, I’ll make sure she stays outside. As long as you stay away from the front door, she won’t see you. Count to sixty and then go inside. Text me when you get upstairs. I won’t see it, but I’ll feel my phone vibrate and I’ll know we’re safe. Okay?”

Lea nodded, and he took the stairs two at a time to reach her, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her.

“I love you,” he murmured against her lips.

“I love you, too,” she giggled blissfully.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Lea nodded, and he went inside.

She counted to sixty like he’d said, then she opened the door to the sunroom. Making her way down the hallway, she hastened towards the stairs, keeping an eye on Elle’s form, obscured through the windows of doors though it was. Running upstairs, she went into his bedroom and into the one place she knew Elle would never go: his closet.

She texted Tim, and within five minutes, she heard his bedroom door open. “Lea?” came his voice. “Baby, you in here?”

She knew he’d never call her that where Elle could hear, so she stuck her head out of his closet and looked down the hallway into his bedroom.

He heaved a sigh of relief, moving towards her swiftly and taking her in his arms. “Fuckin’ hell, that was scary,” he muttered into her hair. Lea nodded in agreement, and he sighed again. “She’s in the shower. I told her I was gonna get dressed and go grab milk and cigarettes, so I’ll be able to take you home if we leave now.”

Lea nodded, moving into the bathroom to grab them each a towel as he collected their clothes. She tossed him one of the towels, hastily drying herself off and squeezing her hair out. He did the same before throwing her her clothes. Tugging them on and glancing at Tim, she found him dressed, too, and he pulled her by the hand out to the car.

“I gotta go,” she giggled as Tim kissed her neck in his car, which was parked outside her apartment building.

“No,” he grumbled, squeezing her ass. “Stay.”

“I can’t,” she insisted. “You’re supposed to be getting milk and cigarettes, remember?”

“Think I left some here,” Tim muttered. “Your roommate home?”

“She’s in North Carolina still,” she assured him, opening his car door and leading him upstairs to her apartment.

Before she knew it, he had her back pressed against the door as they kissed, her hands in his hair. “I want you again,” he said against her lips.

“You gotta go home, remember?”

“You’re my home,” Tim insisted.

“How ‘bout this,” she began. “What if I suck your dick?”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” he agreed without hesitation, pushing her down to her knees and hastily undoing his pants. 

She pulled him out of his boxers, gripping his length firmly in her hand. “You’re already hard,” she observed.

“Yeah,” he breathed, watching with hooded eyes as she began to stroke him. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” She obeyed, and then he gripped the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Sorry, we don’t have a lot of time. Lemme just fuck your face really fast, okay?”

Lea hummed in contentment, relaxing her jaw and sucking in her cheeks.

He groaned again. “Fuck, that’s my good girl. Good little slut, sucking my dick so well.”

She moaned, pulling her dress up around her hips and rubbing her clit over her panties.

“God, Lea,” he breathed, “are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm,” she hummed around his length.

“Fuck,” he grunted, fucking her mouth harder. “Sucking my cock makes your little pussy wet, huh? Makes you wanna cum?”

She ran her free hand up his thighs and over his hipbones, humming again in confirmation. She loved sucking his dick. He was so sexy when she did it.

“That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Rub your clit for me. Wanna watch you cum with those pretty lips around my dick.”

She moaned, rolling her hips against her hand. By this point, Tim had nearly three months of experience making her cum, so he knew her tells.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he rasped.

She hummed in confirmation, sucking him as he kept thrusting.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “So sexy when you cum, so pretty with your lips around my cock. C’mon, Lea. Cum for me.” She couldn’t help but obey, moaning through her orgasm. Apparently, the moans were enough to push him over the edge, too, because he groaned, “Fuck, Lea, that’s it, baby, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, angel, I’m gonna—“ He cut himself off with a final moan of her name and flooded her mouth. 

She swallowed, wincing slightly at the bitter taste and pulling back from him. “Better?” she asked, looking up at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

He grabbed her and pulled her up wordlessly, crashing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss. She returned it eagerly, smiling against his mouth.

He pulled back after a long moment, cupping her cheeks and leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you, Lea,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She smiled. “I love you, too.” He was kissing her, and then she remembered something. “Don’t forget the milk and cigarettes!”

“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his face in her hair, which was still damp from the hot tub. “Any chance you’ve got an unopened gallon here?”

She snorted. “Probably not, and definitely not the kind you buy. It’s cheap shit.”

He pulled back, frowning slightly. “I really need to set you up with an allowance.”

Lea blinked at him. “A what now?”

“An allowance,” he repeated. “Y’know, money you can spend.”

“I understand the concept of an allowance, Tim,” she told him. “I just don’t understand why you would give me one.”

“So you don’t have to ask me for money, of course,” he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve basically been living with me these past couple months and I’ve taken you shopping so many times that I guess I forgot. Sorry about that. But yeah, it’ll just let you buy things you want—or need, like groceries and food and lingerie—without consulting me first.”

She furrowed her brow. “Lingerie? What—?”

He shrugged. “It’s a need, don’t worry about it.”

She shook her head to clear her muddled thoughts. “Okay, but… but why does this sound like I’m your sugar baby or something?”

He stared down at her for a moment. “Well… aren’t you?”

“It’s not, like, transactional,” she squeaked. “I love you for you, Tim, not the stuff you give me.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said cheerfully. “But I can give you whatever you want, so why wouldn’t I?” She tensed, and he cupped her cheek and added, “Look, we don’t have to call it that if you don’t want to. More than anything else, you’re my girlfriend, and I love you. That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”

She leaned into his touch. “Just… just as long as you know I’d love you no matter what.”

Tim smiled. “Yeah, I know.” With that, he leaned down to kiss her. 

“What the hell is this?” Lea squeaked out.

“Well, it’s our house, sweetheart,” Tim explained patiently. “It’s in your name, too. See?” He pointed to a piece of paper, and she looked at it in disbelief. Then back at him, then at the piece of paper, and then back at him again.

“What the fuck, Tim?”

“I told you I was gonna get you a house,” he said, frowning. “You said you liked this one when I brought you here, even!”

“Yeah, of course I…” She took a deep breath. “I mean, it’s gorgeous, obviously, I just… I thought you were exaggerating.”

He shook his head. “No, of course not.”

She stared at him. 

He stared back.

Finally, she sighed and shrugged. “Alright then. I guess I have a house now.”

Tim brightened, leaning over to kiss her. “We can be together in peace here,” he explained happily. “We don’t have to hide. Just like the past few months.”

Lea warmed at that, leaning into him. “Good. I love being with you.”

“I love you,” he countered.

“I love you, too.”

“What do you mean you’re moving out?” Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school and, up until this exact moment, her roommate—asked in a voice that indicated she did not believe Lea in the slightest. 

“Exactly what I said,” Lea explained patiently, checking her phone to see if the movers Tim had hired would be arriving soon. 

Sam sighed, finally looking up from her phone. “Okay, let’s pretend for a second that you could actually afford to move. You haven’t even packed. You don’t have a place to go. Also, can we talk about how, like, hurtful it is for you to just move out suddenly, and totally break your lease and leave it all on me? That’s so shitty, dude, come on—“

“Oh god, no,” Lea interjected. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about how it might look, shit. Okay, lemme explain. So I’m not gonna stop paying my half of rent and utilities. It’ll still get paid. Don’t worry about that. You’ll just… have the whole place to yourself. And I’m not leaving ‘cause I don’t love you, you know that I do. You’re, like, an honorary Blanchard. And you can stay at my new place with me whenever you want, obviously, and—“

“Okay, back up,” Sam cut her off. “You’re gonna move out of here—without packing, apparently—and into a new apartment, but keep paying rent here on top of your new place?” Sam looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “I know your mom is covering housing while you’re in school, but there’s no way in hell she can afford another New York apartment on top of this one.”

Lea fidgeted awkwardly. She hadn’t told Sam about Tim yet. She’d meant to, and Tim had even said it was okay, but…

She was scared, alright? 

But she couldn’t get around it anymore. Not without looking like a shitty friend.

Sitting next to Sam on the couch they’d found on the side of the road, Lea took a deep breath and said, “Okay, so I haven’t exactly… told you everything.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Sam observed, flicking her silky black hair over her shoulder.

“So… I met someone.” 

Sam blinked at her. “You met someone?” When Lea nodded, Sam said, “You, Miss ‘I don’t even want a hot boy to look at me’, met someone?”

“I mean, it was an accident, okay?” Lea buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. “To be honest, I… I’m in love with him.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!” Sam demanded shrilly.

“I knew you’d freak out!” Lea whined, looking up at her indignant friend.

Sam rolled her eyes. “Who is this guy, anyway? Anybody I know?”

Lea winced. “Well… yes and no, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

Lea tugged anxiously on a curl. “He’s… he’s kinda famous…”

“What, like TikTok or something?”

Lea shook her head. “No, um…”

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Sam bounced up to open it before Lea could, asking, “Yes?”

“Is this the residence of Lea Blanchard?” a male voice asked. 

“Uh…” Sam trailed off hesitantly, unsure of if to give her friend’s location away to a strange man or not.

From the living room, Lea called out, “Yes, that’s me!”

Sam slowly stepped aside (which, because of the incredibly narrow hallway, required her to step into her bedroom), and several men and a couple of women filed in, all in matching uniforms.

“You’re Miss Blanchard?”

Lea nodded, and the man walked over, holding out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Aaron, an associate of Mr. Chalamet.”

Lea nodded, shaking his hand. “Tim told me about you, yeah. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well, ma’am. He said to help with packing and unpacking as well as moving in and out,” Aaron explained before gesturing to the group of people behind him. “This is my team. I handpicked them myself for both your and Mr. Chalamet’s privacy. Everyone here has signed NDAs. Then he turned to Sam, who was staring at the group, mouth agape. “And you must be Miss Blanchard’s roommate.” He shook Sam’s hand, too, smiling politely.

“N— nice to meet you,” Sam stuttered out.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Miss Blanchard,” Aaron assured Lea. “We’ll start on your bedroom. Are you keeping the furniture?”

Lea shook her head. “If… if Sam wants it, she can have it…”

It took a few seconds for her words to register with her friend. “Oh! Uh… yeah, it might draw a new roommate in, so…”

“Excellent idea, Miss Sam,” Aaron agreed before turning back to Lea. “Is there anything in the living spaces that you would like to take with you?”

Lea shook her head again. “Tim’s got all that fancy stuff, so.” She laughed a bit.

Aaron smiled. “Mr. Chalamet does like high-end things, doesn’t he?” Then he faced his team. “Just the bedroom, then. No furniture. Go get the boxes. Rosa, Caroline, you handle Miss Blanchard’s clothes.”

The two women nodded before following the men out the door. Aaron trailed behind them, smiling at Lea and Sam. “We’ll be right back.”

Lea nodded, and once the door had shut behind the group, Sam turned towards her slowly, looking at her like she was a ghost. 

“Mr. Chalamet?” her friend practically hissed. “Tim?”

“Uh… yeah,” Lea admitted awkwardly. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” She grabbed her phone off the arm of the couch and opened the tagged photos her finsta. “Here, look.” She handed her phone to Sam, who scrolled through. The pictures Tim had tagged her in countless pictures he’d taken of her with captions like So anyway objectively speaking I have the most attractive girlfriend in the history of the universe (she was sitting on a set of stairs and smiling at him), *grabby hands* (she was getting out of the pool in a bikini, her cleavage clearly in frame), Look at how she’s looking at me (she was looking at him with obvious love in her eyes), and then a bunch of pictures of them together— one of just their hands, a few of them on dates, and a fair amount of them kissing. There was one from a few days ago where he had taken a picture of himself laying with her; she was still asleep, her head on his bare chest, and he was gazing down at her, adoration evident on his face. The caption was I’m so fucking in love with you it’s legitimately embarrassing.

Sam looked up at her slowly, her mouth hanging open again. “These… these aren’t photoshopped,” she observed.

“No, they’re not,” Lea confirmed.

“You’re actually with the Timothée Chalamet?” Sam pressed. “He— he said he’s in love with you, for fuck’s sake!”

“That’s… a recent development,” Lea admitted. “Or at least, he only told me last week.”

“And you love him, too?”

Lea snorted lightly. “Of course I do. How could I not?”

“Your back here,” Sam said, pointed at the screen of Lea’s phone. “It’s bare. You’re laying on his equally bare chest. In a bed.” Lea said nothing. “Have you slept with him?”

Lea looked at her feet, nodding. “Yeah.”

“How long has this been going on?” Sam demanded. 

“Since the beginning of the summer.”

“Fucking hell, dude.” Sam raked a hand through her hair. “He’s sixteen years older than us! He’s married! We— we’re friends with his kid! She goes to our school, for god’s sake!”

“I know,” Lea said softly. “I love him anyway.”

“Fuck,” Sam sighed. “He’s cheating on his wife with you!”

“Well…” Lea hesitated, “Lourdes and him have an… agreement. They’re not really involved with each other. They haven’t been in a long time.”

“What, like an open marriage or something?” Sam scoffed.

Lea shook her head. “No, not exactly. They’re not into each other at all. It’s an act they put on for Elle.”

“Fuck,” Sam repeated.

“You can’t tell anybody,” Lea said urgently. “You can’t.”

“No shit, dude. That’s where you’re moving to, huh? You’re moving in with him?” When Lea nodded, Sam asked, “How will Elle be kept in the dark still or you’re literally living together?”

Lea shook her head. “He has more than one house. He gave me one.”

Sam raised her eyebrows. “He gave you a house.” Lea nodded. “He gave you a house?”

“He said it was a gift,” Lea told her friend. “He gives me a lot of gifts. And money, more recently. Said I deserved an allowance.”

“You’re his fucking sugar baby,” Sam realized.

“In a way,” Lea admitted. “But the difference is we’re actually in love. I want to be with him.”

“He makes you happy?” Sam clarified. 

Lea nodded. “I’ve never been this happy.”

The door opened again at that moment. Sam leaned forward and whispered urgently, “You’re telling me everything. Especially about the sex, you got that?”

Lea flushed, nodding, and then the move began.

Elle turned eighteen on the first Tuesday in September. Her birthday party consisted of Lea, her older sister, Lina (whom Elle had taken a shining to), and Elle’s whole host of friends from school and the famous kids she’d met through Tim.

Lea had stolen away to the pantry, giggling with delight when Tim followed after her. She pulled him inside by the hand, and he shut the door and kissed her hungrily.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he muttered against her lips.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” she told him, grinning.

He smirked, trailing kisses down her neck. “I’ll do a hell of a lot more than kiss you if you let me, sweetheart.”

“We can’t,” she said regretfully. “We’ve gotta…” He started sucking on her neck and palming her ass through her Matoshi skirt, and she inhaled sharply. “We’ve gotta get back to the party.”

He pushed her up against a wall of dry ingredients, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her like he’d die if he stopped. “Can I fuck you in here first?”

“No, you may not,” came her older sister’s voice from the pantry door. Lea froze in horror, and Tim released a mildly irritated sigh.

Pulling back from his mortified girlfriend, Tim turned towards Lina. “Suppose you should come in so we can discuss this.”

Lina wordlessly stepped through the narrow pantry door, shutting it behind her. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed, and she never took them off Tim. “Explain.”

“Well, so, actually—“ Lea fumbled. 

Lina held up a hand without so much as glancing at her sister. “You,” she said, pointing at Tim. “Explain.”

With absolutely zero shame, Tim declared, “I’m in love with her.”

Lina raised her eyebrows, clearly unimpressed. “And how do your wife and daughter feel about that?”

“Lola doesn’t object to my relationships,” he explained delicately, “and Elle isn’t aware of them. That’s something we agreed on as her parents a long time ago.”

“So you, a forty-year-old man, thought it was acceptable—“

“I’m thirty-six,” Tim muttered, almost to himself. Lea couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. 

Lina, however, either had not heard him or didn’t care to acknowledge that she had. “—To seduce my twenty-year-old sister and convince her to give up her rather ridiculous vow of abstinence and lose her virginity to you? Do I have that right?”

Unable to keep her objections in anymore, Lea cut in with, “No, Lina, not at all.” She took a step towards her sister—the girl who’d always helped her up when she scraped her knee, who had held her through anxiety attacks and used to sing to her to distract her from her mother’s PTSD episodes—and looked her firmly in the eye. “I fell for Tim last year, and I tried to keep it in, but I felt too strongly for him to be able to stop myself.”

Lina examined her features closely. “That doesn’t explain why he thought it would be okay to get involved with a girl half his age.” She flicked her gaze back at Tim accusingly.

“I’m not half his age,” Lea corrected. “I’m only sixteen years younger than him.”

“Only?” Lina scoffed. “Dude, his daughter is the same age as our baby sister.”

Lea squared her shoulders. “I don’t care. I love him.”

Lina glared fiercely at Tim over her sister’s shoulder. “You,” she snapped as if she weren’t currently in his house, “out.”

“Yep,” he agreed easily, passing them in the (relatively) small space of the pantry and giving Lea’s hand a brief but comforting squeeze as he did.

Once the door was closed behind them again, Lina’s gaze turned back onto Lea, concern finally bleeding through into her expression. “Lea,” she began urgently, taking her sister’s hands in hers, “I know you— I know you’ve had nicer things lately. He’s given them to you, right? Do you not have enough money? Is that it?”

“I don’t care about his money,” Lea said quietly.

Before she continue, however, Lina went on, “He’s not blackmailing you, is he?”

Aghast, Lea said, “No! Of course not!”

“Is he hurting you, then?”

Lea shook her head firmly. “No! I just love him!”

Lina took a step back, letting their hands fall. “You meant that?”

“Of course I did!” Lea emphasized. “I’m crazy about him. I… I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.”

“I don’t understand,” Lina confessed. “You… you spent so long wanting nothing to do with boys—at least, not real ones—and now you’re suddenly ready to get married?”

Lea shook her head. “I’m not getting married now.” A pause, and then she grumbled, “I can’t, obviously, he’s already married.”

“It’s a complicated situation, I’ve gathered that,” Lina admitted, “but what really gets me is how you went from insisting you’d never fall in love, that that kind of vulnerability was a death sentence, to letting a man twenty years your senior put bruises all over your neck!”

“It’s sixteen years,” Lea corrected again.

“Whatever,” Lina groaned. 

After a moment, Lea sighed. “I guess… I guess my love for him is just stronger than my fear of getting hurt.” A beat of silence, and then she added, “And honestly, I’m not scared of him hurting me. I don’t think he will. I feel safe with him.”

Lina stared at her for a minute. “You really do love him, don’t you?”

Lea nodded. 

“And he treats you well? He makes you happy?”

Lea looked at her feet, smiling shyly. “Sometimes, when he looks at me or touches me or kisses me or says my name, I feel like my blood has been replaced with helium and I’m going to float away.”

“That’s disgustingly sappy,” Lina remarked, grimacing. “Ugh. I hear enough of this hetero shit from Ari, now I gotta hear it from you, too?”

Lea giggled. “I won’t tell you if you don’t wanna hear.”

“I want you to be happy,” her sister assured her, “it’s just gross to think about.”

When Lina reached for the doorknob, Lea said, “Wait— you know you can’t, like—“

“Can’t tell anyone, especially Elle,” Lina said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, duh. I’m not an idiot, c’mon. Give me a little credit.”

That night, Lea, Lina, Elle, Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school as well as her roommate—and all of Elle’s friends—the ones who lived in New York, anyway—were all sitting in their pajamas in front of the screen in the home theater, the credits of Elle’s chosen movie paused behind them.

Elle was eating a bag of Twizzlers, looking around the circle of girls for a victim. Unfortunately, her discerning gaze landed on Lea.

“So,” Elle said slowly, “who is he?”

“Who’s who?” Lea asked with an awkward, forced laugh.

Elle took a bite of her Twizzler. “The guy who’s been turning your neck blue and purple and giving you designer shit.”

“Oh… uh…” Lea gulped, all eyes on her. Sam and Lina looked legitimately nervous.

“C’mon, Lea,” Elle sighed, standing with the rest of the group and moving towards the exit of the theater. “You’re literally wearing Agent Provocateur pajamas. That set you’re wearing? Yeah, it costs fifteen thousand dollars, and it doesn’t come as tailored as that clearly is, which means it’s custom made. Only someone with a lot of clout could convince their designers to do something bespoke. So not only can whoever this guy is afford to shell out a wad of cash on a single set of pajamas, he has enough money and influence to convince them to custom make something for you.” Elle paused. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed your Cartier and Bulgari and Harry Winston shit, either. That’s all high jewelry, y’know. Hundreds of thousands of dollars apiece, if not millions. I can only assume this dude is your sugar daddy, and he is taking the role hella seriously.”

Lea flushed but didn’t respond. 

“So,” Elle went on expectantly, “who is he?”

“Um…” Lea gulped anxiously. “I can’t say. He’s very private.”

“Dude,” Elle scoffed, “I’m literally the kid of a two celebrities and the granddaughter of the queen of pop. You cannot possibly shock me.”

I seriously doubt that, Lea thought.

“But,” Elle went on, “I’ll let it slide under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Lea asked, falling into step with her friend, Sam and Lina joining them as the other girls trailed after them, making their way to the spiral staircase.

“You tell me how hot he is, how big his dick is, and if he’s good in bed.”

“Oh!” Lea squeaked, pausing at the foot of the stairs. The group of girls went up, all save for Lea and Elle. 

Before Lea could say anything, however, the man himself bounded over to them. “Hey girls,” he said cheerfully. “What’s goin’ on? You guys need anything?”

He glanced at Lea briefly, but the flash of heat in his eyes made her blush.

“Lea,” Elle began accusatorily, “has found herself a sugar daddy.”

“Is that so?” Tim asked, trying to hide a smirk.

“Uh huh,” Elle confirmed. “And she won’t tell me who, even though it’s literally my birthday.”

“Technically,” Tim cut in, “it’s not your birthday anymore.” He held up his phone, showing that it was well past one in the morning.

Elle waved him off dismissively. “It’s my birthday party, so it’s my birthday.”

Tim met Lea’s eyes, that small smirk still playing on his lips. “Does he treat you well?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Good.”

As the pair made their way up to the bedrooms, Elle excitedly said, “So! My questions. I demand answers!”

“What— what were they again?” Lea asked, dazed.

“Let’s start with how old he is, how hot he is, what he looks like.”

“Oh, um…” Lea gulped. “He’s in his mid-thirties,” she began awkwardly. “Tall and skinny. A bit muscular, but not much. He, uh… he has brown hair.”

“He’s skinny?” Elle grimaced. “Really?”

Lea nodded.

“Why would you go for a skinny guy?”

“I don’t like big muscles,” she said softly.

“Weirdo,” Elle giggled. “Okay! How big is his dick, then?”

“I can’t tell you that!” Lea gasped. “You’re too young!”

“Bitch, listen,” Elle teased, “I’m eighteen now. Spill it.”

“Uh… I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it’s big.”

“Nice,” Elle smirked. “He any good?”

“Again,” Lea squeaked, “I don’t have anything to compare him to, but I think so, yeah.”

“And he clearly treats you like a princess,” Elle observed with a giggle. “You’re happy with him?”

Lea nodded slightly. “Yeah.”

“That’s what’s most important, then.”

Lea forced a smile, ignoring the guilt swirling in her abdomen. “Yeah.”

A few weeks later, the three of them were watching a movie.

“I’ll go get some snacks,” Lea decided suddenly.

Tim immediately popped up beside her. “I’ll help,” he volunteered.

“I’m not pausing it,” Elle warned, eyes on the screen.

“Kay,” Lea agreed easily, following Tim to the downstairs kitchen.

Before she knew it, they were kissing hungrily, her hands in his hair and the kitchen counter digging into her back. 

“Want you,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck. “Want your pussy now.”

“Later,” Lea promised breathlessly. “Once she goes to bed.”

“How am I gonna wait that long when you’re this fuckin’ sexy?” he growled.

They were desperately making out when they heard footsteps.

Freezing momentarily before jumping away from each other, it was only a few seconds before Elle strolled in, looking mildly annoyed.

“Hurry the hell up,” she demanded before strolling back out.

Lea sighed, burying her face in her hands. 

Tim raked a hand through his curls. “That was close.”

Lea nodded dazedly.

Too close.

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forever yours.

one two

Timothée Chalamet, cheating on Kylie Jenner? The Wonka actor was spotted kissing an unknown woman in Los Angeles!

You stared at the article on your phone, your hands shaking. You knew you shouldn't think about it; after all, you and Timothée have been dating for four years, and he loves you—only you. But nobody knew that, though. He was a world-famous actor, and you were someone who just so happened to have his heart. You two had decided to keep the relationship low-key and private, away from the chaotic world of Hollywood. Nobody outside of both of your families and friends knew who you were or what you looked like.

You sighed, plopping down on the bed in your boyfriend's apartment. You have been living with him for the last two years, and you loved every bit of it. Timothée was the sweetest boyfriend; he loved to spoil you. He gives you everything that you deserve and more—his words, not yours. You couldn't ask for anything more; you were happily content with the love of your life.

But you still can't brush off the fact that in this story, you were the bad guy. 

It all started in December 2022, when Timothée was forced to date Kylie Jenner. His management thought that it would be beneficial for him, seeing that Kylie was Forbes' youngest self-made billionaire and had tons of fans, maybe more than Timothée had. At first, your boyfriend was reluctant. He didn't want to date anyone else other than you. You two argued, but in the end, you convinced him that it would be good for his career. 

Timothée signed the contract, and he was obligated to date the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner. 

It started with little appearances like Kylie showing up at your home, and you had to leave or hide because there were paparazzis all over the perimeter of your house. Your boyfriend was absolutely apologetic that you had to pretend that you were not his, and it broke his heart to see you smile from the sidelines. 

You assured him that everything's alright. You were okay with everything, as long as, at the end of the day, he came back home to you. 

Some Timothée's fans were hopelessly praying that it was all some sort of PR stunt—which it actually was, but you signed a non-disclosure agreement. You had no choice but to keep it to yourself. Their 'relationship' went on and on, giving the people the benefit of the doubt. 

Until early September, when the PR team decided that it was time to make it public.

You were a little bit heartbroken when you saw it on social media. It was at Beyoncé's birthday concert, a celebrity-studded event, which made it the perfect opportunity to show off their relationship. The way Kylie Jenner had her hands all over your man made your blood boil. Timothée looked uncomfortable, but he didn't have any other choice. You wanted to go and just punch that plastic woman for having her claws all over your boyfriend, but you couldn't do anything. You hated it, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Because if you did, Timothée would drop it before you could even say no. 

The way your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around that plastic bitch made you want to slap her and tear off all the plastic she had in her fake body. The way she kissed your man made you want to feed her to the sharks in the Atlantic Ocean. The way your boyfriend had his hand over her ass made you want to go and make a deal with the devil to rid the world of that woman, and maybe chop off your boyfriend's hands while you're at it. But again, you couldn't do a thing. You were left to watch while another woman pawed at your man. 

Timothée did everything to make it up to you. He would always assure you that it was all for show and nothing more. He loved you, only you, and he would never dream of hurting you. You knew that, of course, but you can't help getting annoyed by it—you won't tell him that though, because you couldn't. 

But now you were a homewrecker, a slut. 

Apparently, someone saw you and your boyfriend kissing. It was your fourth anniversary. Timothée had brought you to your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles and was enjoying the night, celebrating four years of love. After a bit of wine, he kissed you, like he always did—momentarily forgetting his 'girlfriend'. 

The next day, the photo of you and your boyfriend kissing was all over the internet. People were calling you a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, and more. You practically had death threats filling up semi-trucks. People were telling you who you are, and you didn't have a choice, all because you loved Timothée. 

All of this for what? Celebrating four years with the man you love? 

You buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. You felt like the whole world was against you, like you were the villain in some twisted fairytale. What did you do to even deserve any of this? You just wanted to be with your man, but the world had other plans. 

“Mon amour? Are you here?” A voice echoed from downstairs. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, putting on another fake smile as you walked down. 

“Hey, love. Are you hungry?” You asked, voice breaking. Timothée looked at you, and you knew he knew something was wrong. You mentally kicked yourself for being so utterly stupid.

“What's wrong, mon amour?” Timothée asked, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms. 

“Nothing, it's alright.” You lied. You were getting pretty good at lying, not that you were proud of it. 

Timothée sighed, his arms wrapping you tighter against his body. “Y/n, please, baby. I know something's wrong; you've been crying.” You could hear his heartbeat, the loud thumping in his chest calming you. You sighed loudly, burying your face into his chest, the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils. You pulled away abruptly, and the look of confusion on his face made your heart wrench inside your chest.

“I'm okay, don't worry.” 

Timothée cupped your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. “Y/n, please, mon amour. Just tell me, I just want to help.” 

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Have you seen the tabloids?”

Timothée sighed, knowing it was about his fake relationship again. “Can you tell me what it is, baby? I'm sorry I haven't checked out the news.”

“It's just....it's silly, honestly.”

“It's not silly if it's bothering you, my love.” 

“Someone saw us kissing yesterday, and it's all over the tabloids.” you mumbled, your eyes glued to the floor. 

“Oh, baby,” Timothée whispered. “I'm so sorry; I dragged you into this. It's all my fault.” he muttered.

Your heart broke when he said it was his fault. It wasn't; it was the people who were quick to judge. “It isn't your fault, Tim.” 

“It is, baby. I shouldn't have agreed to that PR stunt. I should've just turned it down and spent all of my time with you instead-” You cut him off with your lips crashing with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt all of your worries evaporate into thin air, and all that mattered was him. The man you have spent four years with, the man you see a future with. 

You pulled away, making him growl as the feeling of your lips left his. You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby. But….” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what, baby?” You asked worriedly. 

“Can I see what the article says? And anything else related to it?” 

Your eyes widened slightly. It was one thing for you to read all of those horrid things people have written about you, but Timothée? He would break at the words people have said about you, and you couldn't live with him thinking his fans were horrible to the woman he loves. 

“Baby….” 

“Please, mon amour? You don't deserve to get all the hate.”

You playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension. “Who said I was getting hate?” 

Timothée chuckled. “I know Hollywood.”

You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed your temples. “It's horrible, mon amour.” 

“I don't care; I still love you no matter what.” 

“You really want to read it?”

“Yes, I do.” 

You opened your phone and showed him one of the videos on TikTok about the articles. 

timmyfan1: omg timmy cheated on kylie with her? yuck, homewrecker. 

kyliestan_: such a slut, going after someone else's boyfriend.

timotheestan: die bitch

– timobaby: yeah, go die in a ditch you slut. 

– kyjennerbaby: not timothée's fans wanting the girl to die 😭

timotheechalamalabingbong: not timothée throwing away his relationship and career for this girl 😭 

kyliebaby: poor kylie, got her heart broken by this douchebag

jennersisters: anyone want to help me find that girl and slap the shit outta her?

– user1: count me in! 

– user2: me too! i'm gonna drag that little bitch down 

“I'm so sorry, mon amour,” Timothée whispered as he turned the phone off. “You don't deserve any of this.” 

You smiled sadly at him. “I know, but this is nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing. They want you to die, and that's not okay…” 

“I don't have any plans on dying, Timmy.” You chuckled. 

"But…but...”

"No buts. I know it hurts, but we have to live with it. I have to live with it. You'll just have to focus on your career, okay?” 

Timothée sighed in defeat. “You're the most precious person in this world; you don't deserve this.”

“And you know it.” You smiled, grabbing his hand in yours. “I don't care about their words anymore, as long as I have you.”

“I don't deserve you.” 

“You do; you deserve me and more.” You chuckled, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” Timothée planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you again to his chest. “I'm yours, forever yours.”

You sighed contentedly, melting at his touch, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend's arms. The only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him; no one could ever take away your happiness. 

Your boyfriend, your Timothée, yours. 

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Description: Willy had a setback and feeling defeat, luckily he can come home to his Flossy who always knows how to cheer him up. He couldn’t have asked for a better muse.

A/N: So no one asked this, but I saw the trailer and had to write this. It’s started sad but it has a happy ending. And can I just saw how excited I am for this film and Willy looks so happy, insane and I can’t want to see more of him. Also this is set in London in the 20s roughly.

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut, frantic and manic Wonka, slight talk of misogyny. pregnant reader.

Willy sighed as he walked down the street. His hat was tucked under his arm and his head was angled towards the ground. He didn’t like being defeated, being so bumped out, and hopeless, but that was exactly how he was feeling right now.

He has been denied again on a loan to open his own chocolate shop. He worked hard on this batch of chocolate and the bakers just laughed at him without even tasting it. How was he supposed to open his shop if they refused to take his product? He needed a shop to sell candy, but couldn’t get a shop without selling candy, but it was illegal to sell candy without a shop.

It was enough to make his head spin and not in a good way. He gnawed on his bottom lip until the pain and too much.  Maybe it was time for him to give up on his pointless goal. Maybe he would get a normal job, he could be like his father and be a dentist, it would help his family.

At the thought of his family, he felt his eyes fill with tears. He would come home to his love a disappoint again. He never understood how she could stand by him when he offered no help to the family.

His sweet love, his candy cane, his chocolate delight, his muse. He sniffled as his home came into view. If you could call it that. It was a tiny home with barely enough room for a bedroom, bathroom, tiny kitchen, and a little basement area he’s been using as a workshop.

He wiped his eyes as he opened the front door of the home. “Flossy, I’m home,” he said with less excitement than you are used to.

You were standing at the stove making soup. You both have been eating a lot of soup these days but you never complained. You always smiled and said that soup was your favorite food, next to his sweets.

Willy made his way over to you, putting his hat on the rack along with his coat before wrapping his arms around your waist. He squeezed you softly and pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Rough day?” You asked softly. Your voice was like angels singing to Willy. He would listen to you and never tire of it. He often joked he wishes he could bottle up your voice and add it to his recipes to make his candy even sweeter.

“Rough day,” he repeated sadly. 

Turning down the stove, you turned to face your husband. You’ve seen just about every side of Willy. His angry side, his happy side, his frantic and mad side, but you never seen him like this. Defeated with sad hidden green eyes. They normally shined like emeralds and danced with ideas, love, and wonder; But now they were dull, lifeless, and full of fear.

You cuffed his face. “My sweet Willy, what’s wrong my love?” You said.

He leaned into your touch, clothing his eyes briefly before they opened again. Willy grabbed your hands and kissed your left palm then your right. Determination filled his eyes as he looked back at you, but he still smiled sadly.

“I have been thinking,” he started walking away from you to set at one of the two mix-match chairs at your table.

“Oh,” you said wiping your hands on your apron and turning back to the soup, adding a bit more seasoning.

“Yes, I think we should turn the basement into the baby’s room. The babe can not stay in our room with us or at least not forever. I know the house is small so that is the best decision.”

Your furrowed your brows and glanced at him over your shoulder. “I don’t think the babe should be sleeping in your workshop.”

“Ah, but it won’t be my workshop. It will just be the babe's room. Maybe I can go tomorrow and see about getting some paint to paint a little mural for our little gumdrop.”

“Willy what about your work? Where will you do that?”

“In an office of course. I will get a job like a normal husband and work in an office. And after saving we can move to a better place.”

You sighed, turning to face your husband. Your hand fell to your small bump. You were barely showing with you been just over 3 months along. You walked to your husband, staring to kneel in front of him when he gave a shout and quickly got up and ushered you into his seat and he kneeled in front of you.

You smiled at his antics, patting his curls lovingly. He beamed up at you at your affection. A bit of light came back to his eyes, but still, the dark cloud lingered. Your smile turned sad. “Willy my love, if I want a normal husband, I would have married one of the men my father wanted me to,” you started, cupping his face.

“Why didn’t you? You could have had a better life?” he asked, he begin fiddling with the bottom of your apron.

“Because-” you turned his face towards yours. “-having a life with more money does not mean having a better life. I am happy with you, I love you, Willy Wonka.”

“I’m a failure,” he said, dropping his head to your lap. “I am a failure as a husband, as a businessman, as a chocolatier, I will be a failure as a father as well.” His tears fell heavily from his eyes.

“You are not a failure in any sense of the world, my love. You are brilliant, wonderful, and the kindest man I know. You had a setback. You are only a failure if you give up.”

“I must. I must. Our family needs more than what little I am able to earn. You have already lost two jobs because of me,” he sobbed into your legs.

Your first job once you married was at a local candy shop. With Willy actively trying to pursue the same business, your former boss, Arthur Slugworth, thought it was best you leave the shop. 

Last month you lost your job waitressing when your boss learned of your pregnancy, stating it was for your own good to be home, nesting, and waiting for the birth. “Willy. I did not lose my job because of you. I lost my job because of other people’s issues. I have been having fun doing work with Mrs. Jonerson, learning the ends and out of the seamstress business. You know I always wanted to make clothes.”

He sniffled and nodded, turning his wet face toward you. “You made my lucky coat. I love it. It seems like home and made with love from my Flossy.”

You smiled back at him, wiping under his eyes. “Yes made with all the love in the world from your Flossy. Your Flossy who believes in you. Who knows you will have the biggest chocolate factory one day and your ideas and candy will reach all over the world.”

“It is a child’s dream.”

“It is your dream,” you stated. Not going to let him give up on the thing that makes him happiest.

“And what about your dream? You didn’t want this for your life. You deserve the world,” he said, hopelessly as he dramatically threw himself off of your legs and onto the floor. 

He was spread out on the floor like a starfish and you giggled softly as you got on the floor and sat in his lap. His hands came up to grab your hips, but other than that, he didn’t move. “My world is you, my little dramatic chocolatier, our baby, and our lives. I want nothing more than that.”

Willy's eyes blinked at you in confusion, but wonder and love was creeping back into his gaze. “You must have a dream, you like designing is that not your dream?”

“When we met. We talked about dreams. How everything good in this world started with a dream. You said your mother used to tell you that and I thought it was perfect. I said my dream was to make clothes to make people happy, to fill them with love. I wanted my clothes to mean something to someone. Well, you wear my clothes, our child will wear my clothes, that is enough for me. My world will wear my clothes and love them, there is nothing more filling than that.”

Willy sat up slowly, pulling you tighter against him. “So your dream is to make clothes for our family?”

“Yes, or it used to be. Your dream is to make the world happy. To spread love and cheer through making your candy. And I love that dream, it has become my dream as well. My dream is for you to have your dream. Dreams are important. Do not give up.”

Willy cupped your face and kissed you deeply. “I love love love you, My Flossy. My sweet sweet Candy Floss,” he said, kissing all over your face frantically. “You are right? I can not give up. Giving up is not an option.” He kissed you once more, exploring your mouth with excitement.

He stood up with you in his arms. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He placed you on the counter and begin taking your clothes off your body. “Giving up is not the Wonka way. We will change the world with chocolate. With your clothing and my creation, we will add whimsy to the world.”

“There is the Willy, I know and love,” you said, pulling his clothes off and running your hands along his skin, loving being so close to him.

He shivered and grabbed your hips pulling you close as he sunk into you all at once. You winced slightly. “Willy. You are quite big remember to go slow,” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

He blushed leaning down to capture your lips in an apology kiss. “I am sorry, Flossy. I just get so excited to be inside of you. I tend to lose my head.”

You kiss back, digging your fingers into his curls. “It is okay, I like your excitement, I love your cock and I love you,” you said, moaning as he pulled back out and then slammed back into you.

“Chocolate pudding you feel amazing,” he groaned, pistoling his hips quicker, spreading your legs wider so he could get deeper inside of you. “I want to live right here, between your legs.”

“Yeah? I would be so sore and drunk on your cock, my love,” you said, rocking against him. The things in the cabinet above your head started to shake and you were slightly worried something would fall on you, but also you were rather get hit than ask him to stop. “Please, Willy,” you begged.

“You beg, you know you never have to beg from your husband. All I am and have is yours,” he said, kissing along your neck, sucking in marks. “Shall I make a candy that feels like this? Feelings like being so deep inside of you. Like we are one?”

“I don’t think the public would be a fan of such a sexual chocolate flavor or feeling,” you moaned tugging his hair.

He whimpered at the pull of his hair, his cock throbbed and you knew he was close. “I suppose you are right, but maybe I can make a batch for just us,” he mused, biting into your neck as he lost his rhythm and cum painted your insides. 

“Razzles, Flossy,” he moaned.

Willy’s hand came between your bodies stroking along your clit with his long and skillful fingers. You tightened around his cock and pulled harder on his hair as you came, fireworks dancing between your eyes.

Willy kissed your shoulders, moving to your breasts, and then back up to your lips. You kissed him back tiredly. He wrapped his arm around your waist and carried you to the bedroom and laid you down.

He left to get a washing cloth and cleaned you softly. “An orgasm feeling chocolate is a no-go as well?” He asked, putting a nightdress on you.

You laughed shaking your head as you fixed the dress once it was on you. “No, I don’t think so. Well, unless it is the feelings but not inducing one.”

His eyes lit up. “You are a genius my flossy,” he said, kissing you quickly. Then he leaned down and kiss your stomach. “And you, my gumdrop, will be sweet as sugar like your mother.”

“And father,” you added, smiling softly, getting up from the bed. “The soup is probably cold,” you said with a slight pout.

“It is alright,” he smiled, kissing your pout.

“But it was your favorite and you had a bad day.”

“And you have made it much better. I feel rejuvenated. I feel alive. I have so many ideas, I must go work on,” he said, bouncing up and out of the room.

You followed after him, though you walked, but couldn’t help but be happy to see him back to his old self. “Do not work too hard, Mr. Wonka. Your wife would like to have dinner with you when it is warm.”

“Working too hard is in my blood, but I’ll be back to eat with my sweetest of sweets,” he said, bouncing back to your side. He grabbed your waist, dipping you and kissing you until your vision blurred from lack of oxygen. 

When he left you up, he spun you a few times and you fell into his chest. “Willy you will be the death of me,” you said, shaking your head and patting his curls as you untangled yourself from him and went to the stove.

“Nonsense. Never. I would never dream of being the death of the one that breathes life into me,” he wrapped himself around you, but you swatted him away.

“Work Willy, work,” you reminded him laughing.

“Another round is out of the question them?” He asked, his hands moving to pull your dress up.

You laughed. “Another round can wait. You, my genius chocolatier need to work, and I need to warm the soup and my privates need a break.”

“Ah, right again. I will work and give you a break, but,” He pressed himself against you and whispered in your ear. “Tonight you will have no break. Tomorrow you’ll be sore. Maybe I’ll work on a candy to relieve pain for my sweet,”

You flushed. “Willy Wonka, enough,” you said, trying to slow down your racing heart.

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “I do love seeing you like this, I will hurry back to return to you.”

“Do not rush. It seems I will need all the respite I can get.”

His laughter echoed around your small home as he opened the door to the basement and disappeared inside.

30 minutes later you poured the soup into two bowls, toasted some bread, and made your way down the ladder to get into Willy’s shop. You were silent as you walked, but it wouldn’t have made a difference as he was buzzing around the room with his notepad writing down things, mumbling to himself, and grabbing ingredients.

You watched him for a few minutes before shaking your head and setting the bowls down on one of the tables and making your way over to him, grabbing his hand as he buzzed by. He stopped at once blinking at you as if unsure if he was seeing you or not.

You couldn’t help but laugh, it was the same look he gave you in the morning as he was coming out of dreamland. “Darling are you back with me,” you said, patting his curls.

His eyes roamed over your face for a few seconds before he smiled softly and goofily his eyes glowing with wonder. “There is the woman I love most. My forever muse, the love of my life,” he said wrapping his arms around your waist picking you up and spinning you both. “After our talk, I’ve come up with 16 new ideas and I know they won’t be able to ignore me anymore,” He said with wide eyes.

You allowed him to spin you around before, tapping his shoulder. “You’re making me dizzy, Willy,” you said and he quickly set you on your feet.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, smothering you in kisses but you just shook your head and kissed his nose.

“I am excited to hear all your new ideas,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the small table.

“And taste them right? You are my favorite taste tester,” he added.

You didn’t point out that you were his only one. “Of course, I haven’t had a bad piece of candy from you ever. I am always eager to try me,” you said, setting the bowl down in front of him.

He crossed his legs and pulled the bowl into his lap. “And that is why I could never be more grateful to you. For putting up with my antics.”

“Your antics are my favorite part of you, Willy. There is never a dull moment in this house,” you said.

Willy grinned widely at your comment. “I am glad. Life is more enjoyable with excitement, don’t you agree?”

You nodded grabbing your own bowl of soup. “Yes, I agree. Now tell me about these ideas.”

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[bonesandchalamet]

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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[lola-la-cava]

Met ‘23

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

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“Y-yeah, don’t even worry about it. Who needs air?. Just… keep going” I say as they continue to tighten the corset. I grip my waist, sucking up as much air as I can.

All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice tsk. The women helping me with my dress backs up, causing the piece of clothing to loosen.

“Did she put you up to this?”, he asked the woman. She nodded.

“Traitor!”

He laughs at my quip and comes up to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful”

Timothée looks me up and down, examining the dress and taking my hand to twirl me. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I giggle.

The curly haired boy gasped, “Half bad? Come on! Give me a little more credit!”

“Ah fine! You look gorgeous!” I praise, getting my body close to his to pull him in for a needed kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet! Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh, lover boy?” my make-up artist comes to pull us apart and retouching my lipstick.

“How could I?” he stared at me with a love sick stare that I didn’t quite notice at the time.

Timothée hears a quick snap!from the camera. He whips his head around to see one of the photographers catch the perfect moment.

“Whoops” the guy shrugged.

“You people are sickening!” my assistant screamed from the other side of the room.

Timothée answers back, “Jealous much, Meg?”

“Ha. ha.” she teased. “I happen to enjoy being all alone, thank you very much”

I playfully roll my eyes at her antics. “Yeah, sureee”

“Aaalright, Y/N you’re set!” She pats my cheek as I look at her with grateful eyes.

Timothée’s arms wrap around my front once again as soon as she let go. His head resting on my shoulder, kissing my neck

“I just hope lover boy here doesn’t ruin your make-up”

“No promises” he giggles as he playfully placed wet kisses on the side of my head.

“I swear, you will never hear the end from me if you do” she warns him.

“Now, get on out there. Tons of people are expecting you”

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Ah, the calm before the storm.

Well, as calm as it can get. Which was not very.

They stood in the line before getting their pictures taken. Celebrities in extravagant clothing surrounded them. Some familiar faces present that Y/N took note to say hello to later on.

Y/N smoothed over her dress and brought her hand up to fix her hair again. Timothée noticing this, he interrupted her movement and took her hand. He squeezed it three times before kissing it.

I love you.

She took her hand back and grabbed her phone from a discreet pocket on the dress.

She scrolled aimlessly through social media, trying to get feeling of impending doom of my mind.

Her eye catches a random headline from an entertainment news update account. It read:

‘Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner hard launching their relationship at tonight’s Met Gala? Y/N Y/L/N left in the dust?’

She lets out an obnoxious scoff. Timmy hearing it, he looks at her screen, reading the obviously made-up headline.

“God, they’re still on that?”

He notices his partner’s silence. “Come on. You’re not really bothered by this, are you?”

She opened her mouth to say something. No words came out. She merely shrugged.

He gripped her shoulders and pulled her in for a bear hug. Timothée rested his head on hers as she got close to his chest, hearing the comforting beat of his heart that never failed to comfort her.

The couple stayed like that. “Trust me, mon coeur. I wouldn’t have this any other way. I’m perfect where I am and who I’m with”

“Shit, I actually might cry. I never know what to say when you say this sappy shit”, Y/N chuckles as she puts her hand up to mess with his styled hair.

Feeling her hand creeping his back, Timmy pulls away and bows. “I aim to please you. It’s my sole purpose in life”

A smile instantly appeared on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Nothing had definitely changed from when they first started going out. Same sparks, same chemistry, same tension. Whatever you wanna call it. It was there. They had it.

She tugged on his hand, pulling him in for one more kiss. Y/N looked at him, looking over the features she admired so much that she practically memorized them. Her gaze lands on his lips.

Some of her lipstick and gloss had transferred to his lips. She quickly tried to get the makeup off. “Shit, wait hold on. You have some-“

He smacks her hand away. “No, no. Keep it.” He rubbed his lips together getting the substance to cover all ground.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Timothée Chalamet? They’re ready for you.”

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“Right now, I’m here with everyone’s favourite couple, Timothée Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N” Emma, the interviewer, spoke with enthusiasm.

We’d just finished the carpet and were almost home free. Camera flashes blinded my vision as I tried not to close my eyes throughout the whole thing. Screams of my name were heard throughout the venue. Meddlesome questions and controlling demands to pose a certain way were yelled. To which, I didn’t respond to. Why should I? I maintained my balance by holding onto Timothée. You’d think after a few years, you’d get used to the bordering aggressive personalities you have to deal with every single day.

It turns out not really.

“How does it feel to be back? I mean, you guys have gone before, but how does it feel to be here as the quote-unquote, it couple?”

Me and Timmy both give awkward chuckles as we heard the last two words.

“Uh- I really don’t know about that last part, but it just feels great to share such a meaningful moment with him. I’ve personally dreamed of attending since I first saw it as a kid and to be invited for the second time… It’s just… yea”, I answer, not being able to expound on the statement.

Emma hums and gains back the mic.

“So, rumors have been swirling about the internet that actually said othewise. Do you have anything to say about that?” She points the microphone at Timothée this time, definitely hinting at the Kylie rumors.

He seems taken aback by the question, not knowing what to say and the only thing I’m able to do was squeeze his hand. Three times.

I love you.

Emma realizes this with a regretful look on her face. She leans toward both of us as she moves the mic away.

“It’s totally fine if you guys aren’t comfortable. We could just mov-“

He takes the mic, she gives him a grateful small smile.

“No, I uh, me and Y/N have actually seen a handful of tweets about this and I just wanna set the record straight and say we are very much still together”, he nods as he hands the microphone back to her.

“I think I’m right by saying that this has definitely relieved viewrs at home and me.” We laugh genuinely at her quip.

I imagine people on Twitter have stopped adding fuel to the fire after what he said and can have a better goodnight’s sleep later in the evening.

“And that’s our time. I’ll see you lovebirds inside! Have a great time together!”

We both shook her hand and left with an indebted expression for keeping it mellow (for the most part) after such a nerve-wracking red carpet.

“Very professional with that answer, Chalamet”, I hook my arms with his and leaned on his shoulder.

“Of course, ‘gotta remind everyone you’re still my girl”, he says with a smug smirk.

I laugh, “Your girl? I suppose that means you’re my boy?”

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Come on! As if you didn’t know that from the beginning”

“Ohhh, I know. I just wanted to hear it from your mouth!”

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[anxiouswriter0]

The Voice | Paul Atreides

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Paul and Chani, along with Lady Jessica, were camping in the vast desert of Arrakis, surrounded by golden dunes and the eternal silence that characterizes that arid and desolate world. In the afternoon, as the three of them were in the tent, they were suddenly startled by joyful shouts and laughter echoing in the distance.

Alerted by the noise, they stepped out of the tent and found several Fremen, desert natives, waving their arms in the air with expressions of happiness directed towards a figure standing not far away. Among them stood a young woman unfamiliar to Paul and Lady Jessica, but not to Chani.

Chani, with a smile on her face, joined in the joy of the Fremen, while Paul and Lady Jessica watched with confusion. They didn't understand what was happening, but they could still feel the joy radiating from the group.

When she finally reached the group, the Fremen surrounded her with joy and warm hugs, while that person received those gestures with affection. Paul observed how Chani wrapped her arms around that person, not wanting to let go. Paul understood how that person had somehow managed to connect with the very essence of the desert and its people.

—you must be exhausted from the journey. why don't you rest?— Chani suggested, catching the attention of Paul and Jessica.

—Yeah, maybe a little rest sounds good —she replied, following chani.

As they approached the tent, Paul and Jessica called out to them, grabbing both their attention.

—I'm sorry, the excitement of the moment almost made me forget —chani smiled, while the girl also smiled. —(y/n), these are lady jessica and paul atreides —chani introduced them, —they are one of us.

from his position, paul watched (y/n) attentively as she removed her cloak, revealing sparkling eyes and a serene presence that took his breath away. her (h/c) hair gently waving in the desert breeze.

—It's an honor to meet you, (y/n), —Lady Jessica speak.

—A pleasure to meet you —Paul said.

(y/n) responded with a respectful nod.

—The honor and pleasure are all mine, Lady Jessica, —she said, looking at the named person and then moving her look to the young man, —Paul.

Paul, surprised, looked up at her in disbelief. Lately, he had been dreaming of a similar voice calling out his name.

a voice that was now in front of him.

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↳ Note: Hey, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction... sooo... I have several unfinished drafts. Maybe with this one, I'll make a sequel... Maybe... I don't know ↳ p.s: this was something quick that came out of my head, while I was watching the new Dune movie

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[why-say]

Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: smut, college smut, self-insert, public sex, friends with benefits, slight weight mention (it’s not specific but it’s mentioned), this one may be more plot that smut, stranger x you x Timothée

word count: 1.8k

This is arguably the best thing i’ve ever written.

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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You got to class late. That wasn’t usually you, but everyone has bad mornings and today was yours. You entered your class from the back of the classroom and saw all of the seats at the front full. You had no choice but to take one near the back, a few seats over from the last person you wanted to sit next too.

“Hello.” You say curtly. He replies back but with a smile and you find that odd. You and Timothée had an agreement. You wouldn’t interact outside of your late-night booty calls. It had worked to keep things less messy like you both wanted.

You try to ignore the interaction and focus on the lesson, but you can’t see the front or the professor at all, there were too many heads in the way. You raise your hand to let him know and ask for a seat at the front but before you can get his attention, Timothee pulls your hand down.

“Just sit on my lap. You’ll be able to see better, I don’t mind.” He says, he’s already looking away like he’s so sure you will.

“Absolutely not! What? That’s so inappropriate, I’ll just…” Your voice trailed off.

You’ll just what? You were busy for the rest of the week so you couldn’t take notes later and the professor didn’t look like he would stop talking anytime soon. Would it really be that bad? It’s innocent right? It’s not like he would start fucking you in class.

“You’ll just what?” Timothée teases? A knowing smile ghosting over his face already.

“Shut up. It’s just so I can see, you know the rules.”

You move and now you are perched lightly on Timothée's lap. No one in the class even turned to look at you. You were sitting near his knees, trying to keep all your weight off of him and keep listening to your professor who was now fiddling with his computer while still talking.

You didn’t see how Timothée could take notes like this, but he didn’t seem to mind and neither did you.

Before you could start writing you felt Timothée move his hand around your waist. He pulled you further into his lap, so your back was flush with his front. You turned your head to meet his eyes. Timothée was a tall man but in this position, you were looking down to see him. You liked it.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Making you and myself comfortable, now continue writing.” He replies, he faces the professor though you can see his mischievousness peeking through.

You could never understand him, but you turned back to continue your work. You feel relaxed. Usually in class you were speed writing, and your brain was going a million miles a minute but today you felt relaxed while still writing. You didn’t understand why. Surely it couldn’t be Timothée? His presence couldn’t be the thing making you feel different. You took a moment to think and that’s when you noticed his arm never left your waist. He was making circles on the side of your body, softly stroking. You turned to face him, and he looked so calm you didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing.

His eyes turned to look at you and you cut your gaze away quickly. You weren’t going to let him distract you outside of your arrangement.

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy it. mkay?” Timothée suddenly whispered. What?

You didn’t understand what he was talking about. It wasn’t until you felt his other hand at your knee make its way up, his other hand still holding your waist.

His hand met the bottom of your skirt, and he kept going, slipping under the skirt. Your body felt hot. You shifted so you were now crossing your legs. His hand was trapped between your thighs, cutting off his movement. You didn’t know the kind of reaction he would give but you were happy to put a stop to whatever he was doing. Or were you? Your breathing was heavier, and your body was still hot.

But it was so inappropriate.

You heard him laugh quietly in your ear. He moved his hands, and you uncrossed your legs. You thought that was that.

The teacher kept talking though you weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t pay attention to anything with your thoughts ruminating. What was Timothée doing? Why wasn’t he keeping to the arrangement? Did he want you outside of the late-night booty calls?

The light to the classroom goes off and your pulled from your thoughts. You look around and no one is freaking out, so you assume the professor is putting on a film. Your thoughts are correct as an old black and white movie appears. You can’t see anything but the screen except the heads of the people in front of you, but you can’t make out who they are.

“Relax, He put on an old film because we had time left and he finished talking.” Timothée says, still whispering but even lower because it’s so silent. People are still talking to their friends but they’ were trying to keep it lower than the movie which is pretty quiet.

“Okay.” Is all you can think of to say. You're ready to get back into your deep thoughts when you feel Timothée's hands return to where they belong. Where they belong? You couldn’t believe you just said that. Or thought that?

He placed his hands on each of your thighs and moved your legs to the outside of his. His own legs keeping your spread wide open. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything because in reality you really really needed him. It was all you could think about right now and if he didn’t finish what he started you were going to pop.

With his knees keeping you spread bare his hands made work of you. He slipped his fingers past your underwear, feeling the wetness already there. His fingers lightly pressing into you then back out, shallowly thrusting.

The class was so silent you knew you couldn’t make any noise, but your mouth let out an involuntary moan. No body turned around, so you hope no one heard you.

“I’m not plugging your mouth baby it’s all up to you to keep quiet. Or don’t.” Timothée murmurs.

His words don’t require a reply, but you nod your head anyways, already lost in pleasure.

Sex with him always felt good but it was something about the public humiliation that could happen at any moment that made you feel this all so much more.

His finger continued to work into you, almost prepping you but you couldn’t figure out what for. He flicked your clit unexpectedly and you let out a sharp cry. It wasn’t so loud, but you heard some shuffling a few rows down and to the side. Timothée didn’t stop his assault on your body while you glanced around the classroom. No one was looking but honestly you didn’t care.

You grounded your hips further down trying to feel him deeper, and as if reading your body Timothée moved his hand so two fingers were deep inside your cunt and the heel of his hand was rubbing your clit. His fingers were twisting and pumping into you in ways that made you hold your breath to keep your moans in. You tried to close your legs as a reflex but his own just spread you wider.

The classroom felt like an inferno, and you were ready to cum. Timothée removed his hand from your cunt unexpectedly. You let out an involuntary whine in response.

Timothée moved your further down his now closed thighs, towards his knees. You didn’t understand why? Was he not letting you cum? Had somebody been watching.

You searched around the classroom and to your complete and utter dismay somebody had their eyes on yours. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, but they were standing near the door at the back of the classroom. You knew from what you could see it was a man and his arm was moving weirdly. Before you could try figure out who it was or what he was doing, you felt hands move you again. Too dazed to struggle you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your exposed and dripping pussy meet the head of Timothée's cock.

You felt him slowly pull you down his shaft. Your cunt accommodating for his size and length with an uncomfortable stretch. It was always a struggle trying to fit Timothée inside you, that was why you always prepped yourself with your favourite toys before you saw him. The lack of preparation allowed a strained cry to slip through your lips. You couldn’t think to care who had heard that, but you opened your eyes anyways when you heard a distant grunt. The man at the back of the classroom had your attention and apparently, he had Timothees too. But he wasn’t stopping.

If anything, the attention from the strange man had made Timothee work harder to thrust into you. Because of how wet you were he couldn’t be fast because people would hear, but that didn’t stop him fucking you hard. It felt like he was fucking your breath away with every thrust and you were delirious. Your sensations were limited to just this feeling, the fullness of your cunt, the heat inside your body and the ache at the bottom of your belly.

You could hear Timothée's soft moans and groans in your ear and that was what set you off. Timothée followed behind you quickly after his thrusts turned harder. You felt his warm cum hit your insides and you let out a sigh of content. You wished you could've swallowed his cum instead, but this would do.

Timothée was still panting in your ear, and it wasn’t until you felt something warm and wet hit the side of your face and hair that you remembered the stranger. Both you and Timothée turned back to look at him. He was there, you could see his chest moving up and down rapidly. Timothées hand moved to the liquid on your face. He gathered some on his fingers and placed it in his mouth. He smirked and you didn’t know why until he did the same to you. It was cum.

Moaning at the taste of the strangers cum on Timothees fingers. You looked back up to the stranger and saw him wave before leaving.

These the weirdest lesson you’ve ever day. And you kind of hoped to have it again. You didn't know how you were going to leave the classroom without people knowing what happened, but you didn't care right now.

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[finelinevogue]

love isn’t weakness

summary - paul helps you see that love isn’t a weakness

pairing - paul atreides x caladan!reader

word count - +1k

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You wake to the Paul sleeping soundly beside you.

For once.

So often now does Paul wake up in a cold sweat from his dreams. You can’t imagine how terrifying seeing the possible future must be, but as long as he has you beside him to hold his hand he assures you he’ll be okay.

You wipe the sleep away from your eyes and sit up to let the blanket fall from your body.

Some days you wish you had been allowed to stay on Caladan. Days like today, where you mourn the loss of your parents who died in a war long ago.

Now, you were lost to the deserts of Arakkis.

Paul was slowly becoming a God here and soon you were afraid you’d lose him to the desert too.

You watched him for a few moments, his chest rising slowly and falling again. There was something so overwhelming about watching him just exist.

Watching him grow up as your best friend had never been like this. You’d only grown in feelings for Paul when he was sent to Arakkis before you. The loss of not having him near all the time was horrible, and when reunited Paul made that clear to you by kissing you as more than a best friend.

You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly so not to disturb him, before getting ready to go outside to greet the waking sun.

No one else on camp was awake.

You were away from Worm territory and clear of any Harkonnen’s for now.

Trudging up the steep sand bank, you crested to the top and was greeted by the expanse lands of the dunes.

Nothing for miles. Far as your eyes could see, there was nothing but peaks and troughs of mountainous dunes.

You sat down carefully, watching some sand slide down the dune beside you.

Opening the small piece if dirtied white - now grey - cloth in your hand you found your small locket. The circular shaped pendant necklace opened to the treasure inside - a small picture of your parents on their wedding day.

You gulped back the phantom stone in the back of your throat and squeezed the pendant in your hand tightly.

“I miss you.” You whispered to the desert.

Silence returned.

“You would never guess where I am now!” You laughed to yourself, wiping your tears away quickly with the back of your hand.

It was advised to never cry in the desert, lest you want to lose all your bodies water reserves.

You blew out a big breath, trying to remind calm. “Could do with a nightmare of a family dinner right now.”

‘Nightmare’ because there would always be an argument of some sort about what you were going to have. It was never actually a nightmare, you just liked to refer to them as that.

Soft footsteps could be heard behind you, climbing the dune not so subtly. Although, you suspected they wanted you to hear them so you knew someone was coming.

Only when he sat next to you, did you realise it was Paul.

He sat tight beside you, not leaving much room.

He looked out towards the vast landscape and said nothing. He was good at knowing when or it you wanted him to speak, or when you just wanted the company.

For now, company was all you needed.

He softly slunk his calloused hand into yours, interlinking your fingers and squeezing to show you he was there for you.

He knew what this day was to you.

“I don’t want to be weak when I think about them anymore.” You whispered, hoping Paul would understand.

“It’s not weak to miss them, Y/N.”

“I feel it.” You dipped your head, opening your other hand to reveal the pendant.

“Love isn’t a weakness. That’s what you feel; love. You’re loving them even after they’ve gone.” He explained in a way a true leader could only.

“That was a very wise thing to have come from you.” You turned to look at him and he was already smiling at you, both of your glowing in the morning sun now.

“Love has made me wise.”

He looked at your lips. You looked from his eyes to his own.

“Then you would know, love isn’t wise at all.” You responded with something Lady Jessica had told him when he had declared that you were together.

Literally, declared in front of a whole camp of Fremens. It was simultaneously both the most embarrassing and happiest moment you’d felt on this planet.

Paul decided to shut you up by kissing you, not too harshly otherwise you’d both go falling off the top of the dunes - which, yes, had happened before.

He cupped your cheek softly and kissed just as much. His lips were warm with the wake of the sun and your insides started to glow just as brightly.

Love.

“You make me feel less weak.” You pulled back to tell him, whispering the words only a breaths touch away from his lips.

“That’s because you love me.” He teased, kissing you with a smile.

You pushed his shoulder ever-so-lightly, to get him back for the teasing.

“Do you not?” He questioned, pretending to be offended. He touched your cheek furthest from him and tugged it so you would face him again. “Hmm?”

“You’re so dependent on what my feelings are for you?”

“Yes.”

The light conversations between you never failed to outshine any dark moments you way be having.

“That makes you a weak man. Maybe you aren’t Lisan Al-Gaib after all.” You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your smile.

“Maybe. Love still doesn’t make me a weak man though and it doesn’t make you weak either.” He kissed the tip of your nose softly.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“They’re still there, watching over you.” He nodded to the sky where the last of the stars were twinkling still. Soon they’d be gone and the sky would be lit in cerulean blue.

“I know.”

“And they’re here too.” He touched over your heart and then over his. Your parents had been as close to him as his own father, so he knows what the loss feels like even after all this time.

He now knows the kind of whole a loved one can leave on your heart. It’s learning to know not how to re-fill it, but live with it that’s the difficult part.

He was learning how to do that from you, just as you learnt from him.

You kissed him again, just because you needed to let him know that you appreciated him - more than words could ever explain.

Paul gave you a small smile when be broke away from your lips quietly.

“I love you. To forever.”

“To forever.”

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[oneshots-heaven]

“Sleeping Mates" — Timothée Chalamet

What are you supposed to do when your best friend answers to your ’Can't sleep' text with a cheeky ’Come sleep with me' but you refuse due to your feelings for him?

WARNING True heartfelt fluff with some spice and angst Timothée Chalamet x Reader

You were tossing and turning in your bed, the sheets already stripped down to your hips as the city lights flooded your room. Your body felt on fire, and while your limbs felt tired and begged your mind to find some rest, it didn’t. You were wide awake, grasping your pillowcase, quietly groaning into it. 

It had been the third night this week you struggled to fall asleep, and by now you knew you couldn’t blame it on the weather, neither on the city lights. It had thundered on the first night you couldn’t sleep and spent the entire next day blaming it on the weather. The second night, it had been chilly and rained all day, perfect temperature to have a good sleep, but instead you had stayed up almost the entire night. 

You knew it must be another reason for you to be so restless lately, but you couldn’t explain to yourself what it was. There was nothing wrong in your life right now, literally not a single thing you had to worry about. While of course, there were the usual ups and downs life had to offer, you were doing good. 

Turning back onto your back, you sighed as your hands searched for your phone, laying somewhere close by in your bed. Blinking against the bright screen, you checked the time. 

2:38 AM. 

Your tired arms gave in, laying the phone back down as you stared at the ceiling. The street lights brought the tiniest bit of light into the darkness of your room. There was only that, darkness filled with tiredness and admittedly, a bit of loneliness, as you felt like the only person awake around your block. 

Grabbing your phone again, you checked the time once again. Not even a minute had passed, and it would only become more painful if you kept staring at it. Your finger hovered over the touchscreen, having no clue what to do. No solution came to your mind, everything only seemed to make it worse. 

Unconsciously, you opened the messages, seeing the last chat with your best friend. You had sent him a video of his sister and you mocking his last fit, to which he had answered with some angry emojis. It still made you smile as you knew how eager he had become with his fashion looks, he liked making a statement and trying new things.

You stared at the chat, swiping upwards, reading some of your older texts. Timothée and you had been best friends for years now after having met more or less by pure coincidence. It was the easiest friendship you’ve ever had in your entire life, and somehow neither of you had ever questioned it, what you truly were, what you were supposed to be. It was just easy, he could focus on his movie career and you on your degree. Sometimes you didn’t hear from each other for weeks or even months, and yet you still always knew you had a friend for life. It felt like a lifeline. 

One that you felt the need for now. 

To: Timothée

Can’t sleep

This was stupid, he probably wouldn’t answer anyway. Knowing him, he was knocked out since 11 PM, peacefully sleeping in his bed two streets down the block. 

Just as you wanted to put your phone away again, it buzzed in your hand. You blinked in surprise, yet frowned as you checked it. 

From: Timothée 

come sleep with me

You slightly sat up in bed, your eyes still fixed on his response, your hand clutched hard around your phone, as if you could lose it any second. Your chest suddenly felt like a panicked void, completely caught off-guard. You blinked and read the text again. For a second you weren’t sure if this wasn’t just a fever dream, however it was very much real, it was right there. 

And yet it still felt surreal, although there was no reason to be surprised like that. Timothée and you were as close as the text hinted, saying stuff like that wasn’t a rarity. From the day you’d met, there had been this unspoken closeness between you two, a space where you could be whatever you wanted to be. It felt so natural that you had never questioned it, not until now. While you had had sleepovers at each other’s places and shared hotel rooms multiple times in the past, it just never was as intimate as inviting someone to purposely sleep besides you. 

This had to be a joke. 

All of the sudden, after whatever much time had passed, your phone buzzed again. 

From: Timothée

are you there or asleep already?

You pressed your lips together, your fingers itching to type an answer. 

To: Timothée

No, I’m here. Still can’t fall asleep.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed once more. 

From: Timothée 

open your door then

Disbelief kept you right where you were, hesitating. He wasn’t at your door, that was ridiculous. Why would he come over in the middle of the night? You tried to fight it, but the what if in your head was much louder. You let go of your phone, pushing the blanket aside before you stumbled through the dark hallways of your apartment. You must look like an absolute mess, but with the force you unlocked your door and pulled it open, it was clear you didn’t care at all. All your heart desired was to see if he was actually there. 

Clothed in a hoodie despite the nightly freezing temperatures outside, Timothée stood in front of your apartment door, his eyes flying up to meet yours. His face softened as he caught sight of you. “Hey,“ he mumbled, still sounding groggy from his previous sleep. 

Overwhelmed by the fact that he was actually here, you glanced at him wordlessly for a brief moment, before replying a soft ’Hey’. 

“Can I come in?“ 

You nodded, unable to form any words with your numbed tongue. It felt like your brain had stopped working, a complete malfunction of basic behavior. You remained standing in the doorway before ever so slowly stepping aside for Timothée to step in. You hadn’t expected this, you hadn’t expected to see him at this hour. 

Timothée walked further in your apartment as you closed the door behind him, starring at his back, right until he turned back around to you. “You okay?“ he questioned, making you feel caught. 

“Yes,“ you breathed. 

Pushing his hands in the pockets of his loose fitted sweatpants, he said, “Just can’t sleep, hm?“ 

Pressing your lips together, you leaned against the kitchen counter, nodding. You felt so out of place. What was this? Why did this feel not like usual, not like any other situation in your friendship and instead so different?

“Have had trouble sleeping for some days now. I don’t know why, I just can’t seem to find any rest.“ 

“Want me to make some tea? Talk you tired?“ he offered. “No offense, but you do look pretty exhausted.“ 

You chuckled quietly. “Well, I am pretty exhausted. But you don’t have to do all that. I just need to finally fall asleep.“ 

“Let’s go to bed, then.“ 

There were a million questions in your head, putting in question all sort of things. Go to bed, together? What will happen then? Will you sleep next to me? But first and foremost, why are you here now? While all of this was highly confusing to you, you didn’t stop yourself from following him to your bedroom. Your bed was the proof of your restless nights. The covers laid crumbled aside, pillows were laying everywhere, but were they fit right. Nothing about your bed looked comfy right now, but rather like a chaotic, stressful mess.

Timothée, without another word, made the space his own, grabbing one of the bigger pillows and fluffed it out before doing the same to the other. Stripping his sweater and throwing it on the ground, he stood on the other side of the bed, looking at you. He was still clothed in his low hanging sweatpants and a t-shirt, yet your cheeks flushed at the sight of him. 

It was the ease with how he did things. Without hesitation, without fear, because that was what your friendship had always been about—safety without any doubt. His smile offered the same comfort that you’d always known, and although the confusion didn’t leave you, you felt a little more relaxed to get into bed, just as he did too. 

This was just like any other sleepover, this didn’t mean anything more than any other time before, or at least that was what you told yourself. Timothée laid next to you, hauling under the same blanket as you, feeling so close yet far away in your queen sized bed.

The city lights brought enough light into your bedroom to see the contours of his face as you took a glimpse at him. Your fingertips tickled in desperate desire to touch his face, to draw your finger along his strong jaw over to his soft lips, but you denied yourself to give into that desire. Your hands stayed where they should be, laying to close to your body on either side. You laid in your own bed like a corpse, paralyzed to move or make yourself more comfortable, because you felt so fearful to get too close to him, and he seemed to notice. 

“Relax,“ he whispered into the dark. 

“I am relaxed,“ you assured him, lying through your gritted teeth. 

He snorted quietly, suddenly you felt his hand shaking your shoulder lightly. “No, don’t lie,“ he said, his voice sounding like a true beg. “You’re tensed as hell, no wonder why you can’t sleep like that. You need to let your body loose, like you’re sleeping in a hammock.“

“In a hammock, you say?“ you laughed. “I don’t think—“ 

“Yes, don’t think. Don’t overthink anything right now, that’s too much brain activity.“ 

At this point, you felt like he was mumbling bullshit, you could hear it in his voice. Before you texted him, he must’ve been asleep or close to sleeping already, he sounded groggy, yet ever so concentrated on making you feel just as sleepy. 

“I cannot not think. That feels impossible.“ you argued, which was the truth, especially now with him next to you in bed at this late hour. It was in the middle of the night, he should’ve been fast asleep and instead he had been suddenly standing in front of your door. You couldn’t concentrate on sleeping when your body was so hyperaware of his. 

“Why?“

The worst possible question because you had no answer to that, or rather you feared the answer to that. 

“I don’t know, I just can’t.“ 

His fingers brushed back and forth over your arm, creasing it, as he said, “Everything’s ok, Y/N. You’re fine, you can rest.“ 

You gulped, tensing more up if that was even possible. Why would he say such thing? Your mind spun around, and by now you were sure that you were losing yourself in absently overthinking about the meaning of your friendship. Timothée was the greatest friend you’d ever had, there was no argument in that, and you would do anything for this boy, and still you wondered. 

He pushed himself up on his elbows as he noticed how you still couldn’t relax and rather laid rigged up beside him. “Come here,“ he said, ever so quietly, as he opened up his arms for you to move closer. 

For a brief moment, you simply starred at him and the small space between the two of you. In the briefness of it all, Timothée looked like he may regretted his words, yet held his arms wide open. The confusion yelled loudly in your head, trying to draw further attention to itself but you had ignored it, already having pushed yourself over the mattress into his welcoming arms. They came around you, holding you against him. 

His fingers continued to brush over your shoulder down your arm as you snuggled deeper into his arms, face on his chest, and closed your eyes. This felt like peace, and that was all you had longed for in a very, very long time. Yet the question didn’t leave your mind, perhaps bothering you until you would free it from your soul. 

“Why did you come here, Timmy?“ 

The movement of his fingers stopped abruptly, his breathing becoming rigged, as you had definitely caught him slightly off-guard with that question. His chest moved up as he breathed in deeply, your head moving with it. What a dangerous, little question. 

“You texted me in the middle of the night, and I just—“ he mumbled, you could feel his lips brushing your head that was laying in the crook of his shoulder. You hung on every word he said, desperately waiting for him to finish his sentence and as he did, you swore you felt like you’d just died. “I just thought you needed me.“

You breathed out, feeling his hand brushing gently over your head. The darkness was your savior, it did not let Timothée read your thoughts out loud as they were written all over it. As confusing as this was, it warmed your heart that he had made his way blocks over in the middle of the night, just because he thought you needed him. 

And you did. 

All you were lacking for the past few nights was the sense of comfort that perhaps only he could bring back with ease. A gesture like this, God knows a smile from him even, was enough to give you peace, and that realization was scary. When did you put all your source of true comfort into one person? Especially one that was so close, yet never yours? Why did you do that? 

“I did,“ you whispered. “I had hoped you’d answer.“ 

His arms around your body tightened, pulling you even closer to him, if that was even possible. “I’m glad you texted me.“ 

“Why?“ 

You felt his head falling back deeper into the pillow he was laying on. “I was glad to be or even feel like the person you’d call in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep.“ 

Take your entire hand and crush my heart in it, it’s yours, that is all it ever was. 

Your thoughts spun with every continuing breath as the airy silence crawled over you two, and in that moment, everything halted in time, or at least that was how it felt like to you. A painfully long moment filled with even more questions, more confusion and longing. For days, your body had craved to finally find some rest and just as you possibly could get it, you wanted to do anything but to fall asleep. Although this may didn’t mean as much as your heart interpreted in his words, you wanted this to last forever.

“Timmy?“ 

He hummed in response, his fingertips running gently up your back, caressing it until you leaned onto your elbow to properly look at him. He loosened his embrace around you, yet refused to fully let you go. His gaze went up, meeting yours, you could barely make it out in the almost pitch-black darkness. 

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to be that person but you.“ 

“Really?“ 

Disbelief resounded in his voice. What a fool he was for not believing you. If he only knew what he did to you—for years. How much you cared, how much you wanted him to care. How much you needed this, and how much you wanted him to need you as well. It tore you apart that he couldn’t see that, and it felt like torture even thinking further about this. Why hadn’t you never act on this? Why had you always denied yourself the truth, especially when it was right in front of your eyes? 

Why even, why still? 

Timothée’s hand rushed forward, catching the strand of hair that was about to fall into your face, slowly brushing it behind your ear as you went against all fears and doubts and leaned forward, connecting your lips together without further hesitation. You felt his body stiffen, his mouth not moving a bit, not even responding. Just as reality came crushing down onto you and you hasted to move away from him, his hand pulled your face closer again as his lips crushed harder onto yours. You gasped into the kiss by the sudden surprise, leaning more on him. 

Blood rushed in your head, making you feel dizzy in his embrace. Your heart stumbled over its own beat as he pulled you even closer, those soft lips brushed over your bottom lip, luring a moan out of your mouth as his tongue slipped in, brushing against yours. 

Was this even real? 

His hands traveled carefully, almost a bit fearful down your waist to your hips while you melted into his touch, longing for it even more now than ever before. You’d always been close, but not once had you crossed this line, it always had felt taboo. You had believed Timothée could never like you in this way, more than just a friend, but the way how he moaned into your mouth as you gently bit his bottom lip proved you otherwise. He may desired you, too, at least a bit. 

Your hands found the collar of his shirt that you grabbed and pulled him on top of you, desperate to feel his weight on you. He chuckled against your mouth, “Stop it, I’m going to crush you.“ 

“Don’t be silly, Tim,“ you breathed, before he placed one hand on each side of your head and leaned down to kiss you once more. 

“I really don’t wanna crush you,“ he whispered in-between each kiss he planted on your lips, “because that would be a terrible way of ever losing you.“ 

Suddenly, the lightness got a little swept away by the serious undertone of his voice. Had he ever feared to lose you? 

“You’ll never lose me if you only keep kissing me like that.“ 

His mouth twitched to a smile that made him look so gentle and wholesome, yet his dark eyes told a different story. They had changed into a deeper hue, longing gazing, eyeing every inch of you in the dark night. Leaning down on his elbow, he used his other hand to brush with his finger along the lines of your jaw, his gaze following the movement, until he reached your lips. As he brushed over your lips, you opened your mouth, letting it dip in, and wrapped your lips around it to suck it. 

His breath hitched in the very moment of it, as he let out an airy laugh. “Don’t do that,“ 

You frowned, insecurity overwhelming you within seconds. “Why not? Sorry—you didn’t like that, did you?“ 

“No,“ he said, “I wanted for you to finally sleep, but if you keep doing stuff like that, I will most definitely try to keep you from sleeping.“ 

Shivers crept up on you, tingling all over your body, as your brain immediately shifted to imagine the reality of his words, and all you were left with was the desperate need to make it happen. Suddenly, every part of your body uncovered its aching for closeness that you had denied yourselves for too long. All those forbidden glances at each other, all those feelings that you couldn’t ignore, all the built up through the years of friendship finally found its purpose, and you would be damned if you let that chance slip. 

Your hand carefully reached forward, brushing aside the brown curls that fell into his face, caressing his cheek, “For once, I don’t wanna sleep.“ 

“Good,“ he breathed, and your lips met in the perfect middle of it all. Your hands grabbed after his face, pulling him closer down to you—him still on his elbows in his ridiculous fear to crush you, as he seemingly forgot that he was rather a lightweight, but you adored his wariness. He’s always been like that, taking care of you, looking out for you, wherever you went. Your mind had been attracted to him, before your body did. 

His lips began to wander to your cheek slowly down your neck, which you recked unconsciously to offer him even more space, marking every inch with a kiss. Just as your hands wandered, too, trailering down his sides to the hem of his shirt. You’d seen him shirtless before, many times, this, however, would be different. You’d pull off his shirt with intention, and he let you. Breaking away from your neck, leaving you whimper for a second, he kneeled in-between your spread legs. You followed his suit, hands still on the hem of his shirt, as he held up his arms, letting you pull it off in one swift movement. Your chest tightened at the sight of him shirtless. There was something that kick off serotonin in your head as soon as you saw him like this. 

“Don’t look at me like that.“ 

You met his eyes. “Like what?“ 

“As if I’ve got anything good to offer you. I don’t—I’m not—“

Your shoulders sunk in, face softening. “I like you just the way you are, Timmy.“ 

Chest heaving, his gaze also softened at your words. His hands found your face again, as he whispered against your lips, “God, you’re too good to be true.“ 

You melted in that kiss, as you never felt closer to him than in this random night that you wished would last forever. Morning shouldn’t come too soon, who knew how long this would actually last, but until then you would believe his words as the truth. 

“Can I take your shirt off, too?“

You nodded, wildly, offering him your arms in the air as he did the same to you, undressing you. You hadn’t worn a bra or anything underneath your oversized shirt, so you were instantly exposed to him, much to his surprise. His adam’s apple hitched visibly, as he took in the sight of you for a moment. “You’re so beautiful,“ he hushed, crushing his lips back onto yours, bringing you down on the bed again. “So damn beautiful.“  

And he proved his words. You felt him all over your body, appreciating it with his mouth and his hands, showered you in kisses and intense waves of shivers. He sucked on the softest parts of your breasts as he lightly flicked the nipple of the other, sending your brain into another dimension. Who would’ve ever thought of this happening? 

As his head hovered over the lower part of your body, hands on your sweatpants, he glanced up, meeting your eyes. “Is this real?“ you questioned. 

Timothée came back up to you. “Yes,“ he replied. “It’s always been real.“

Please do not come at me for not writing smut in this. I wanted to keep it wholesome. 😭

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Moodboard by my bestie @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet chapter five: sugar rush

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I’m made for you, we can’t deny it. Meet me there where it never closes. Meet me there where it’s never hopeless. All is fair in love… We feel so good, it’s almost frightening. Let’s try again; I don’t deserve you, you’re a diamond.- Måneskin, HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Lea awoke to the arm around her waist tightening and lips kissing her neck.

“Good morning,” a voice murmured against her skin.

Wakefulness seeped into her mind slowly, like sand filtering through an hourglass, and she recalled several things at once.

Mr. Chalamet kissing his wife.

Crying.

Mr. Chalamet asking her to let him kiss her.

The marble of his kitchen counter cold on the bare skin of her back, the twinkling light of the dimmed chandelier overhead as he—

Holy fuck.

Mr. Chalamet was… he was…

He was her boyfriend now.

Giddiness filled her veins like a sugar rush, and she arched into his searching hand.

“Timothée,” she breathed, her eyes still closed to the afternoon sun filtering in through the bedroom windows overlooking the gardens.

“Mmm,” he hummed in contentment, kissing her neck and trailing his hand up her bare waist to cup her breast. “I like the way you say my name.”

Lea finally opened her eyes as he began to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

She wanted him again. She was fairly certain she’d wanted him since the beginning of time, in fact.

“You’re probably too sore to go again right now,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret, “but we can do… other things. If you want.”

“Like what?” Lea asked breathlessly, excitement swirling in her abdomen.

He hummed again, considering. “I could sit you in my lap.” More kisses to her neck. “I can’t put my dick in you, but I can rub it against your little pussy.”

Her insides spasmed.

“Would you like that, sweetheart?” Tim asked gently. “You can grind your clit on my dick until you cum. What do you think?”

Lea turned over as fast as she could in his embrace, barely having the time to take in his sleep-mussed hair and half-lidded eyes before she fastened her lips to his.

He returned her kiss enthusiastically, fisting a hand in her hair.

Tim’s chest was warm against hers as he gently pushed her onto her back and climbed between her legs, kissing her with a lazy sort of hunger that made her dizzy. God, he was everything.

“Inside me,” she begged into his mouth, canting her hips upwards in encouragement. “Want you inside me—“

“No, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, trailing kisses down her flushed throat again. “Not yet. You’re too sore.”

“‘m not sore,” Lea insisted. “I’m fine, I want you—“

“It’s okay,” he shushed her. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll satisfy you, I promise.”

“You can take care of me,” she panted out, “by getting inside me.”

“Soon,” he assured her with a quiet chuckle. “Be patient. Trust me.”

“Tim—“ Lea was just starting to whine desperately when a ring from the bedside table cut her off.

Her newfound boyfriend sat up with a long-suffering sigh, raking his fingers through his curls. She was so struck by the way he looked—sunlight glinting off his pale skin, his hair casting shadows over his face, not to mention his body, holy fucking shit but he was beautiful—that it was as if they were frozen in time.

And then he shot her a lazy grin before rolling off of her to grab his phone. 

“Yeah?” he said into the phone. There was an inaudible voice from the other end, and he smiled slightly. “I’m glad your flight went well, sweetie.” A pause. “No, you don’t need to put your mom on the phone. Thank you, though.”

He’s talking to Elle, Lea realized, watching him with wide eyes. In her defense, he was completely naked. 

“Yeah, Lea’s still here.” He plopped back down on his bed next to her, taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together. “I think she’s still in bed.” She glared at him when he shot her a wink. “Uh-huh, yeah. I’ll tell her. Okay, love you, too. Bye, sweetie.” He hung up and put his phone back on the bedside table before turning back to Lea. “Elle says hi.”

Lea blinked at him. Elle was her friend. And she was… god, she was fucking her dad. Elle was her friend, and Lea had gone and fucked her dad behind her back. What a shitty thing to do. Elle thought her parents were in love, for fuck’s sake! She’d be heartbroken if she knew.

“I know that face,” Tim cut into her thoughts. “You’re upset. What’s going on?”

“I betrayed Elle,” Lea admitted, guilty tears filling her eyes. “I slept with my friend’s dad. God, what… what an awful thing to do.”

Tim sighed. “Oh, sweetheart.” He took her in his arms and pulled her close. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help who you fall for.” His voice was soft, gentle. Sweet. “I couldn’t help falling for you, either.”

“Even if we…” She gulped anxiously. “Y’know, wanted this, it shouldn’t have happened.”

“Why?” he asked. “Why shouldn’t we be happy?”

“It’s wrong,” Lea insisted shakily, even as she leaned into his chest. “These feelings are wrong, but acting on them is even worse.”

He cupped her cheek then, tilting her face up towards his. “How could what we have be wrong? Explain to me what’s so wrong about us being together, being happy.”

“I’m friends with your daughter,” she reminded him. “I betrayed her, and now I’m gonna have to lie to her about it. Plus, you’re married.” She looked down. “And, y’know… you’re a hell of a lot older than I am.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Is my age a turn-off for you?”

Lea shook her head. “No, not really.”

“Then why is it a problem?” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “Is it because of what you think?”

“Not really,” she admitted.

“Is it because of what other people would think, then?”

She grimaced. “I guess so.”

He sighed. “Lea, sweetheart.” She glanced up at him, and he continued, “It’s our relationship, not theirs. What’s it matter what other people think? All I care about is what we think, what we want, and how we feel.”

“I don’t want anyone to say anything bad about you,” she mumbled.

Tim snorted derisively. “I’ve been a public figure since I was sixteen. I haven’t paid attention to what other people think of me in a long, long time.” A pause. “And anyway, we wouldn’t be public about it for another few years, once Elle graduates. You’ll be twenty-two by then anyway.”

“And you’ll be thirty-seven,” she pointed out glumly.

“I guess I will, yeah.”

“And a half,” she tacked on.

“Yes,” he confirmed slowly. “So what?”

“So,” she enunciated, “my mom isn’t comfortable with the idea of me dating any guy. Dating a married guy who’s nearly thirty-eight? She’ll have a heart attack.”

He was silent for a long moment. “I’m pretty confident I can win her over.”

Lea snorted. “You underestimate how much she dislikes men.”

“Because of your dad, right?” he recalled. When she nodded wordlessly, he tightened his arms around her, rubbing her bare back comfortingly. “We’ll have been together for awhile by that point. I’m sure she’ll understand that I’m not gonna hurt you. As far as the age difference goes, well.” He sighed. “I know a lot of guys in my position have a history of dating girls your age. I don’t. The last time I was with someone under thirty, I was also under thirty.”

“I really am too young for you, huh?” she mumbled unhappily.

“No, sweetheart,” Tim reassured her gently with a kiss to her hair. “You’re perfect as you are.”

“Are you sure?” she asked timidly.

“I’m sure.” He continued rubbing her back. “I’ll talk to your mom when the time comes, alright? I’ll handle it.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“I’m not gonna be married by then, by the way,” he pointed out. “Or if I am, I’ll be in the process of getting divorced.”

“You’re… you’re not staying with her?”

He snorted. “What, you think I wanna spend the rest of my life with a woman I don’t love?”

She blinked. “I mean… you’ve spent seventeen years with her, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, “which is why I don’t wanna waste more time with her as my wife than necessary.” He slid a hand into her hair. “Plus, I hope we’re still together by then, and if we are, I’ll be honest: I’m definitely gonna be in love with you by that point, and the last thing I want now is to be married to another woman, so once I’m in love with you?” He scoffed lightly. “No way in hell will I wanna stay with her long-term.”

Lea smiled despite herself, burying her face in his chest.

“Now then,” he continued, “about Elle and the obvious guilt you are experiencing.” She groaned, and he chuckled quietly. “I get it. I feel bad about keeping it from her, too. You’re my girlfriend now, and therefore one of the most important people in my life. It sucks keeping our relationship from her, especially when it means so much to me, and because you mean so much to her.” He sighed. “But it’s necessary for her. Lola and I agreed a long time ago to keep our relationships out of her life.”

“Yeah, I know,” she muttered grumpily.

“Hey.” Tim put two fingers under her chin so as to tilt her face up towards his again. “Don’t feel bad, okay? We’ll tell her eventually, and anyway, this is in no way your fault.” He cupped her cheek. “Don’t give up on us before we’ve even tried.”

“Okay,” she breathed, trying her damnedest not to look at his mouth. In her defense, he had a very nice mouth.

Tim, however, had no qualms whatsoever about eyeing her lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she murmured, already leaning up towards him.

He slid a hand into her hair and leaned down to kiss her.

Lea didn’t mean to snoop. She really, truly didn’t. It was an honest mistake.

But he’d left his texts with his wife up on the sunroom coffee table, and they were, like, right there.

I have a girlfriend btw

Is this one new?

Yeah, a couple weeks now

Do I know her?

You’ve met her

It’s Elle’s friend, isn’t it? The redhead?

Yeah, how’d you know?

Cuz I saw you trying not to look at her in front of Elle lol

What can I say? She’s hot

Bit young for you, isn’t she?

Eh idgaf, she’s great. You’ll like her

Let’s see how long this one lasts, then. Get back to me in a few months 😂

Shut up I really like her okay

Alright, alright

And that was the most recent text. 

“Lea,” came Tim’s voice from the kitchen, “have you seen my phone?”

“Y— yeah,” she called back. “I’ll bring it to you, one sec.”

Standing on shaky legs, Lea walked across the house and into the kitchen.

He was in the process of making them dinner, and she set his phone on the countertop next to him. He reached for it and, upon seeing it was still open, looked up at her.

“I take it you’re blushing because of the texts?”

She looked away uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean to see them.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her with a grin over his shoulder. “There’s nothing on my phone I feel the need to hide from you.”

“So, um.” Lea swallowed anxiously. “You told her?”

“Who, Lola?” 

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I always tell her when I get a new girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

He paused in his food preparation before turning his face towards her. “Is that… okay?”

Lea crossed an arm over her stomach, cupping her elbow. “I mean, yeah, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess.”

He sighed, turning towards her fully and leaning back against the counter. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve talked to you about it first. I sometimes forget this is all new to you.”

She smiled slightly in reassurance. “It’s okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, clasping her hands in his.

“You don’t have to,” she assured him. “I’m not upset, I was just surprised.”

He hummed, pulling her closer. “Nope, won’t do. I have wronged my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, and the situation must be rectified.”

“Oh, it must, huh?” she teased with a grin. 

Tim nodded seriously. “Yes, it must.”

Giggling, she looped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

“What’s this?” Lea asked as Tim kissed her neck.

“A dress,” he informed her helpfully, gesturing to the midnight blue minidress with gold embroidery that made it look like it was sparkling. “Thought you’d like it.”

“It’s gorgeous,” she confirmed, leaning into him. “What’s the occasion?”

“We’re going to a party, so I got you a dress and some stuff you may wanna wear with it.”

“A party?” she questioned in surprise. “I thought this whole… thing between us wasn’t gonna be public?”

“‘Thing’?” he questioned, sounding somewhat disappointed. “I’d prefer to think of it as a relationship, but no, we’re not going public. I won’t take you to any parties where there’ll be photographers or anything, and my friends wouldn’t post pictures of us publicly,” he assured her. “Besides, you’ve been invited.”

She turned around in his arms. “I have?”

He nodded. “Yeah, Steph invited you.”

She wracked her brain, trying to remember who that might be and if she knew him. It hit her after a moment. “Steph as in Stephane Bak?”

Tim nodded.

She stared up at him in disbelief. “Stephane Bak invited me to a party?”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged. “I mentioned that I have a girlfriend, and he said to bring you.”

Her head was spinning. “Holy shit.”

“I dunno why you’re so surprised,” he chuckled. “It’s not like you’ve never met any of Elle’s friends who’re a bit more well-known than you’re used to, right?”

“Well yeah,” Lea agreed, “but this is different, isn’t it? Like, is it a small party with a few people or is it, like, a big thing?”

Tim snorted. “Well, it’s Steph, so it’s definitely not gonna be small.”

“Exactly,” she said with a nod. “It’s a big famous people party. I’ve got no business being at a party like that.”

“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean. Do I count as a famous person in your book?”

She frowned. “Well, duh.”

“Then I would like to point out that you are dating a famous person, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently. “No one there is the sort of person to treat you differently, but even if they were, you have every right to be there.”

“Okay,” she conceded, fisting a hand in his shirt.

“Besides,” Tim went on, “the idea of you wearing that little dress, walking into a party on my arm, everyone who sees us knowing you’re mine?” He hummed, leaning in closer to brush his lips over her neck. “Kinda hot, not gonna lie.”

“You’re weird,” she pointed out with a giggle.

“I don’t think it’s weird to want everyone else to know that my girlfriend is superior and therefore I am also superior,” he quipped without hesitation.

Lea snorted. “I’m not superior. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Agree to disagree,” he hummed, pressing a swift kiss to her neck.

She rolled her eyes outright at that. “When’s this party, anyway?”

“Next week. That okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” She leaned into him, basking in his warmth. “Not like I’m doing anything for the summer, anyway. I probably should be working.”

“You’re doing very important work,” Tim assured her.

“Oh?”

“I’ve been told that keeping me satisfied is a full-time job, so I’d say so, yeah.”

She choked on her own saliva. “Making out with you does not count as a job, Tim!”

He snickered. “It’s not just making out.”

“You know what I mean,” Lea said firmly. She wasn’t super comfortable discussing their sex life when they weren’t actually, like… having sex at that exact moment.

He found it hilarious and took great pleasure in saying things that he insisted turned her face the exact same shade of red as her hair. She’d never say it, but the truth was, she thought about it a lot. Particularly how they’d been together for a few weeks already, and he still wouldn’t be as rough with her as she knew he wanted to be. It was immensely frustrating to feel him holding back.

“Maybe I need clarification.” 

He was giving her such a grin that she knew he was full of it. She informed him of this by wordlessly pinching him on one of the arms he had wrapped around her waist.

“Ow!”

“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she scolded.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, a move he knew full well reminded her that she was significantly shorter than he was. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, though.”

“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she repeated, enunciating her words slowly.

“Pah!” he huffed. “Fine. Party pooper.”

“I honestly have no idea why you’re into me,” she admitted. “I’d think you’d want someone who was more…”

“More what?”

She sighed. ��I dunno. On your level, I guess? It’s hard to put into words.”

“I like you,” he informed her bluntly. “I like you a lot, actually. Isn’t that reason enough?”

She smiled despite herself. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Are you sure you wanna bring me to this?” she asked, fidgeting anxiously with the hemline of her midnight blue dress.

“Baby,” Tim sighed, “of course I want you to come with me.”

“I just… I feel weird meeting your friends…”

“Why?” he pressed gently.

“I mean… I’m your side chick, y’know? And you’re introducing me to your friends.” She shrugged. “It feels weird.”

“You’re not my side chick, Lea,” he said softly. She wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, so she stayed silent. “Hey.” He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up towards his. “You are more to me than that. Okay?”

She sighed, leaning her forehead against his chest and closing her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled guiltily. “I don’t mean to doubt you.”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her hair gently. “I’m not offended, sweetheart. I just don’t like to see you feeling this way, is all. I want you to be happy.”

Smiling slightly, she nestled into him. “You make me happy, Tim.”

“You’re sure you wanna take me to this?” she asked him outside a ridiculously fancy hotel suite his friend was currently staying at. 

“I’m positive, babydoll.”

He trailed his hand down her back and squeezed her ass, the motion almost absentminded.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” she conceded hesitantly.

“Great,” he said with a grin before stepping towards the door and pounding on it a few times. “Hey, asshole! Open up!”

Lea blinked up at him, startled.

The door opened, music spilling out into the hallway. A tall man stuck his head out the door, and Lea stared up at him with wide eyes.

“And who might you be?” Stephane asked her with his heavy French accent.

Tim rolled his eyes and pushed past his friend, tugging Lea after him by the hand. “Tim!” she hissed scoldingly. 

He sighed, turning around to face his very amused-looking friend, who said, “Your girlfriend, I take it?”

Tim nodded, winding his arm around her waist again. “Steph, this is Lea. Lea, this is Steph.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a polite smile.

Stephane nodded back at her, returning her smile. “Come, I’ll get you something to drink.”

They followed him through the throngs of people, and upon reaching a bar, Tim was given a glass of something-or-other, and when Lea was asked what she wanted, she pursed her lips in thought. “Do you have any sodas?”

Stephane raised his eyebrows. “I could fix you a rum and Coke if you’d like.”

Lea tucked a curl behind her ear anxiously. “Oh, um… that’s okay. Just a Coke is fine, thank you.”

Stephane looked at her a bit strangely, but he handed her a Coke anyway.

She was sipping it idly when someone slapped Tim on the back. They both turned around in surprise, and Lea’s mouth fell open when she saw Zendaya grinning at Tim.

“Haven’t seen you in awhile!” she said loudly over the thumping of the bass. “Who’s this?”

“Lea, my—“

“This is Lea?” Zendaya cut him off, her grin widening.

“Hi,” Lea managed, feeling more than a little starstruck.

“You’re adorable!” Zendaya squealed, engulfing Lea in a hug. Lea blinked, but tentatively hugged the other woman back. When Zendaya pulled away, she leaned in close and stage-whispered, “I’ll tell you a secret.” Lea’s eyes widened. “Tim’s, like, borderline obsessed with you.”

Lea turned bright red, turning to her boyfriend, who had obviously heard what had been said, but looked entirely unrepentant about it. He shrugged lazily. “Can you blame me, though? I’m pretty sure anybody in my situation would be.”

“Seriously,” Zendaya went on as if Tim hadn’t said anything at all, “he never shuts up about you.”

Lea smiled, instantly deciding she liked Zendaya. 

“I think we’re gonna be good friends,” Zendaya informed her.

Tim had had a few drinks, and so he was getting extremely handsy, as he usually did when tipsy. He had pulled her away from a conversation she’d been having and into his lap in a chair tucked away in a dark corner. He situated her so that she was sitting sideways, which made it easy for him to fist a hand in her hair and pull her in for a kiss.

It grew heated very quickly, his hand palming her ass roughly as he mouthed at her neck. She forgot where she was, the rush of her blood drowning out the pounding of the bass.

He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat before fastening his mouth to hers again, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. 

“You’re too goddamn sexy,” he told her, voice raspy. “This little dress swishes up around your ass, teasing me.”

“You’re the one that got me this, y’know,” she pointed out breathlessly.

“Oh, I know,” he growled. “That’s part of why I got it for you. It’s short and your tits bulge out of it. So fuckin’ hot. And you’re all mine.”

“Mhm,” Lea hummed, kissing him eagerly. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he groaned, squeezing her ass with both hands now. 

“Want you,” he murmured against her lips. “Wanna fuck you, baby.”

“Tim,” she giggled scoldingly, “we’re in public.”

“So what?” he scoffed. “There’s definitely somewhere in here we can go for a little privacy.” He paused. “Unless… unless you don’t want to?”

She shifted in his lap slightly. “I never said that.”

She felt his smirk against her skin. “Is that so? You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

She nodded eagerly, and he immediately hoisted her up and pulled her into a nearby bathroom.

He pressed her back up against the closed door and flicked the lock. The music was a bit fainter, so she could hear him better when he said, “How ‘bout I give it to you rough this time?” She shivered in delight at the thought, and he smirked against her neck. “You think you’re ready for that, sweetheart? Ready for a good, hard fuck?”

“I want it,” she gasped out, fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

“Patience,” he scolded with a dark chuckle, yanking her dress up around her waist and bending her over the countertop. He ran his hands reverently over the skin of her ass that the open back Agent Provocateur panties exposed, the dark blue fabric contrasting sharply against her pale skin. “Mmm,” he hummed, giving her asscheek a rough squeeze. “Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh,” she whimpered, wiggling her ass enticingly. She wanted him inside her already.

“Been teasing me all night, Lea,” he chided. “You think you deserve a punishment for that?”

Her heart leapt at the prospect of him punishing her, butterflies filling her stomach. “Yes,” she breathed.

“I think so, too. Been such a bad girl, huh?” He squeezed her ass again before giving it a sharp smack. She moaned low in her throat, lifting her ass up off the countertop a bit, wanting him to do it again. “What kind of slut likes to be spanked?” he murmured, smacking her other asscheek. “Dirty little girl.” She moaned again, and he hastily added, “Seriously, though, Lea— if you don’t like it or it hurts or you want me to stop, tell me. I won’t be upset, alright?”

She nodded rapidly. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, kneading the reddened skin of her ass before giving it another sharp slap. “Look so pretty with your ass in the air for me, babydoll. You gonna take my cock as well as you take your punishment?”

“Mhm,” she gasped out, the sound turning into another moan of pleasure when he slapped her ass again. “Fuck, Tim—“

“Not nearly as innocent as you seem, huh?” he teased. “Dirty little slut who likes getting spanked, getting fucked?”

“‘m your slut, Tim,” she whined desperately. “Want it, I want it, please—“

“You gonna be good for me?” he rasped, and she heard him undoing his pants swiftly. “You gonna take this cock like the filthy little fucktoy you are?”

“Yes, I will, I will, just—“ she cut herself off with a whine.

Tim yanked her panties down and off, spread her legs roughly, and slammed into her. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Take it, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Tim,” she moaned in desperation, her legs kicking mindlessly, the tips of her toes brushing the tiled floor.

His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as he set a rough pace, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Pull your dress down,” he panted out. “Bra, too. Show me those tits in the mirror.”

She scrambled up onto her elbows, hastily yanking her dress and bra down beneath her breasts, the blue and gold eye pendant she wore swaying as he fucked her.

“Lemme see,” he demanded sharply, smacking her ass. She yelped at the delicious sting and pushed herself up a bit so he could see her breasts. “Fuck,” he grunted, his hands tightening their grip on her. “Love how big they are.” He smacked her ass again. “And the way your ass jiggles when I fuck you like this— so fuckin’ sexy, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she was chanting mindlessly, her toes curling at how good it felt. “God, the way you stretch me out, fuck—“

“You like that, huh?” he chuckled. “Like getting split open on my dick, Lea?”

“Uh huh,” she moaned, her hair falling in front of her face. “So good, don’t stop, please don’t stop—“

“Don’t worry,” he assured her, “I’ll fuck you till you’re satisfied. Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Can’t help it,” she admitted, moaning loudly when he smacked her ass again. “Feels too good.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does.” He kneaded the reddened skin of her asscheek. “You got a taste of my cock and now you can’t get enough, is that it?”

“Yeah,” Lea gasped. “So good, so big—“

“I think it’s more that your pussy is just so little, so tight,” he corrected, using his grip on her hips to pull her back and forth onto his cock. “But you’re used to it now, huh? Used to getting fucked.”

She could only whimper mindlessly, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Nuh uh,” he snapped, gripping her hair at the back of her head and yanking her upright. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you. Don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”

Lea forced her eyes open and met his gaze in the mirror. His hand tightened in her hair, and she inhaled sharply at the sting.

“You gonna be good for me?” he demanded. “You gonna behave, do what I tell you?”

“Yes,” she promised, her voice more of a moan than an actual vocalization, and when he smacked her ass sharply, she yelped.

“You like it?” Tim wanted to know. When all she did was nod wordlessly, her eyes glazed at how roughly he was fucking her, he yanked her hair. “Use your words, Lea. If you like what I do to you, you have to tell me.”

“I— I like it,” she managed to force out.

“Yeah?” he murmured, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “You want more?” Before she could moan in response, he added, “You’d better tell me what you want or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t stop, please,” she begged desperately. “I want more, I want you to fuck me, please, I want—“ A moan cut her off, pulled from her vocal chords when he slammed into her again.

“Like this?” Tim panted, the force of her thrusts jolting her body against the countertop.

“God, harder,” she pleaded. “I want it harder, please—“

He obliged her, though he gave her ass a sharp smack at his next thrust. “Knew you’d love getting your tight little pussy pounded,” he chuckled, spanking her again. She whimpered at the sting, at the way he stretched her, and he said, “Such a fuckin’ slut, huh?”

Lea moaned incoherently, her toes curling in pleasure. “Fuck, Tim, ah—“ she managed.

Her eyes were drooping again, and he smacked her ass to get her attention, yanking her hair sharply so she’d meet his gaze in the mirror. “Bad girl,” he scolded darkly. “Eyes open. Watch me.” He spanked her again before kneading the reddened skin, fucking into her so harshly she thought she’d die from how good it felt.

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, eyes roving over his reflection. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but he didn’t need to when he looked so freakin’ hot regardless of what clothes he had—or didn’t have—on.

He knew pretty well by that point how to know when she was checking him out, so he smirked and said, “Like what you see, huh?”

Lea flushed at being caught staring, looking down in embarrassment.

Tim gave her ass another slap, and she yelped in surprised delight. “What did I say about looking at me?” he demanded, his voice low.

“To not stop,” she admitted, her voice almost a whine.

“That’s right,” he confirmed. “Be a good girl and do what I tell you.”

“Yes, Tim,” she agreed immediately, not wanting him to stop. Her obedience was rewarded with a harsh thrust, and she moaned blissfully.

“How ‘bout I make you cum?” he asked roughly. “Would you like that, sweetheart? Wanna cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted mindlessly. “I wanna cum, please—“

“You gonna behave for me?” he rasped. “Be my good girl, my slutty little princess?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I will, Tim, I swear, I’ll be so good for you, please make me cum—“

He snaked a hand under her, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles. The angle limited his thrusting somewhat, so he could really only rock his hips into her, but it didn’t matter because she was full, he was filling her, and he was rubbing her clit and making her feel so fucking good. “Can feel your pussy clenching around me, Lea. Why don’t you cum, babydoll? Show me how much you love it when I fuck you, huh?”

He reached up and squeezed one of her breasts, twisting her nipple roughly, and she moaned deep in her throat. “Tim, I— ‘m gonna cum, I—“

“I know you are,” he murmured, watching her eyes flutter shut in the mirror. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck I’m so close—“

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “Give it to me, c’mon.”

She moaned again, rolling her hips against his hand as best she could with the countertop in the way, and then—

And then Lea’s orgasm ripped through her, her voice a cacophony of moans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.

“Fuck,” he panted, still squeezing her breast. “God, the way you clench around me when you cum, baby, I’m gonna— fuck—“

“Mmm,” she hummed in lazy contentment. “Yeah, Tim, fill me up. Want it, want you.”

He groaned her name, the hand grasping her hip tightening, his fingers digging into her skin bruisingly, and then he made a sound like he’d had the wind knocked out of him, doubling over and repeatedly pressing kisses to the skin of her back that her dress revealed.

“Are you serious right now, man?” Zendaya asked as they awkwardly slinked—well, okay. Lea awkwardly slinked. Tim strolled like this was a common, everyday occurrence—out of the bathroom. Lea froze, blushing bright red and fumbling for something to say, but Zendaya appeared to be addressing Tim. “You really couldn’t wait until you got home to accost this poor girl?”

Lea’s blush deepened, but Tim simply shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I really couldn’t, no.”

Zendaya rolled her eyes before fixing them on Lea. “You good?”

Lea nodded jerkily. “Yeah, I’m, uh…” She fumbled, seemingly unable to articulate anything of note.

Tim chuckled affectionately, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her in close with a swift kiss to her hair and a murmur of, “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Shut up, Tim, oh my god!” Lea bristled, glaring fiercely at him, though admittedly not pushing him away.

He shrugged again, the arm around her waist tightening.

Zendaya rolled her eyes again. “You’re disgusting, Tim. Go home.”

He shot his friend a grin and a sarcastic salute before pulling Lea off to find their host and say their goodbyes.

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mine, forever mine.

one two

Timothée couldn't help but smile as he watched his girlfriend, Y/N, sleep peacefully. She had looked so tired that he hadn't had the heart to wake her up, even though they had planned to go stargazing tonight.

He sat beside her, taking in her beauty and breathing in the smell of her. Timothée's heart thundered in his chest as he watched her sleep, her gentle breaths like a soothing melody to his ears. In the darkness of the night, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the woman who lay beside him. She was like a delicate flower, beautiful yet strong, fragile yet resilient. As he traced his fingers over her skin, he wondered how he had been lucky enough to find her in the chaos of their world. Her laughter was contagious, and her smile could brighten up even the darkest of days. She had this way of making him feel like he was the only person in the world, and he loved her for that.

Timothée remembered how they met; fate had intervened in the most unexpected way, and he was grateful for that every single day. She was his best friend, his confidante, and his lover, all rolled into one. He couldn't imagine his life without her. When they first met five years ago, Timothée thought that she was way out of his league. Saoirse had convinced him to go out with one of her friends for lunch, and it was love at first sight. Timothée remembered that day vividly. He had been so nervous; his palms were sweating, but he was determined to make a good impression. He had put on his best outfit and made sure he was impeccably groomed. When she arrived, it was like the sun had suddenly come out and lit up the entire room. She was so beautiful and graceful, like an angel that fell from heaven, and he could hardly take his eyes off of her. Somehow, she had been able to see past his awkwardness and insecurity and accept him, no questions asked. She had quickly put him at ease with her warm personality and friendly smile.

It was like a spark of electricity that lit up his world, and he never looked back. He had never felt so alive before, and he knew that he was meant to spend his life with her. From their very first date, Timothée and Y/n had created the type of bond that most people spend their entire lives searching for. It was clear that they had a connection that would never be broken, no matter the circumstance.

Timothée admired how Y/n seemed to find happiness in the simplest things, always appreciating the beauty and little wonders that life offered. Y/n didn't deserve to get all of this hate, she was the purest soul. She taught him to slow down and accept life's imperfections, something he had struggled with in the past. Every time he looked at her, he thought the same thing: how lucky he was to have her in his life. For as long as he had known her, she was soft yet resilient. She had compassion and creativity.

Timothée was beyond grateful to Saoirse for setting them up in the most unexpected way. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Y/n completed him in ways he never knew were possible. She knew his deepest fears and his darkest secrets, and yet she loved him unconditionally. She was his rock, his safe haven, and his home.

There were so many times that Timothée was certain she was going to walk out of his life. His career always got in the way of their time for each other. He always asked himself why she was still with him after all of the shit he'd put her through, like that one time when Y/n told him she was going to make dinner for him and completely forgot. But despite his shortcomings, Y/n stayed. She loved him because of who he was, and she assured him she was not going anywhere. Timothée was sure that his woman must have the patience of a saint, because sometimes it terrified him.

Timothée wanted to show her off and brag to the world about her. He wanted to tie the knot with her and spend the rest of his life with her. But his management stood in the way of that. He imagined them sitting on the porch of a cozy house, holding hands as they watched the sun set over the horizon while their children ran around, chasing each other through the yard. He couldn't imagine anyone else he'd spend the rest of his life with.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

I'm going to show her off, whether they like it or not.

Sighing, he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Thank you for loving me, mon amour. I'm going to make it up to you. I love you.”

“Where are you taking me, baby?“ You asked as you fidgeted with the cloth that covered your eyes. “Is the blindfold really necessary?” 

Timothée chuckled. “Be patient, mon amour. We're almost there; just hang in here tight."

“Can you give me a clue where you're taking me? Come on, babyyy!” You whined, your nose scrunching in annoyance, making your boyfriend laugh.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine, laugh.”

It's been a week since the article blew up. You didn't give it any more attention; instead, you focused on your boyfriend, giving him all the love he deserves. You spent the week cooking for him, which he highly appreciated after a long day of working on the go.

Now, your boyfriend is taking you somewhere blindfolded. You had no idea where he was taking you, but knowing your boyfriend, it was another one of his surprises.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly. You heard your boyfriend get out of the driver's seat before opening the door on the passenger side.

"You ready, mon amour?"

“I can't see a thing; I'm absolutely ready.” You rolled your eyes at him—not that he could see it, though.

“There's my sarcastic girl.” Timothée chuckled, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the car.

Timothée slowly led you from behind, telling you when to turn and when to walk straight. After what felt like hours, Timothée finally instructed you to stop. You felt the soft grass beneath your feet and heard the faint background hum of a crowd of people. Finally, someone removed the blindfold, and you blink several times, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. When your eyes finally adjusted, your breath caught in your throat.

The entire gazebo was lit up with twinkling lights, like thousands of stars had been scattered across the ground. Rose petals decorated the entire path leading to the middle. Timothée's family stood beside yours with huge grins plastered on their faces. Both yours and Timothée's friends were also there, smiling brightly. Bystanders stood around with cameras everywhere, trying to capture the moment. Suddenly, your eyes widened when your eyes landed on a familiar brunette; Kylie Jenner was smiling at you from the sidelines, giving you a thumbs up and silently urging you to go to your boyfriend.

You slowly walked towards your boyfriend, tears shining in your eyes as you realized what was happening. Timothée grabbed your hands, and life began to blur out around you as he began to speak.

“The very first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one. You looked like an angel that fell from heaven, and I could hardly take his eyes off of you. You have this way of making me feel like I'm the only guy in the world. How have I been so lucky to find you amidst the chaos of the world? Your smile could brighten up even the darkest of days. You were like a spark of electricity that lit up my world. You taught me to slow down and accept life's imperfections. I can't imagine a life without you, mon amour. You are my rock, my safe haven, and my home.” His voice was shaky, but his words were clear and true.

Timothée fell on a bent knee, a beautiful diamond ring in his hand. His eyes were full of love and admiration. “So what do you say, my beautiful angel? Will you marry me? ” 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed into Timothée's green eyes. “Yes,“ you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd around you.

“Yes, I will marry you!” You threw your arms around him, feeling his warmth and the beat of his heart against your chest. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and you felt as if you were floating on cloud nine. You leaned in close to Timothée and whispered, “I love you, Timothée Chalamet,” and you meant it with all your heart and more.

Timothée slipped the ring onto your finger, and the two of you shared a kiss that felt like forever.

You couldn't believe that you were engaged to the man of your dreams, the man who had swept you off your feet and made her believe in true love. You looked around at the smiling faces surrounding the two of you, feeling overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude.

“I hope you get used to my fans looking at you, mon amour.” Timothée chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I want to take you around the world. They don't have to understand. I'm going to rub it in their face that I put a ring on your hand.”

You giggled, kissing his nose. “That'll take a bit of getting used to.”

“I'm going to show you off, whether they like it or not.”

“You're the one.” You whispered, before capturing his lips in yours. “Mine, forever mine.”

You couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him, the man you love, your soon-to-be husband.

Your fiancé, your future, your Timothée, yours. 

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Pretty Boy

Summary: Reader makes Timmy use his words to ask for what he wants. Content Warnings: Smut (p in v), sub!Timmy/dom!reader, extremely short. Word count: 460

A tiny whine escaped his throat as I kissed around the sweet spot on his neck. I was being particularly wicked tonight, avoiding all the spots I knew he needed me most. 

“Please…” he whimpered.

“Please what?” I purred, flicking my tongue over the sensitive spot on his neck.

“Please,” he tried again. He didn’t like to beg. Thought it made him sound less masculine. I, however, loved hearing his little whimpers and pleas; the cute little noises he made when he needed me so much that he just couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Tell me what you want,” I coaxed, my hands roaming his chest. 

“Want youuu,” he whined, his hands running down the curves of my body and finally resting on my hips. 

“I’m right here, baby,” I replied innocently, gently biting the spot between his neck and his shoulder and then soothing it with my tongue. He squirmed beneath me, uncomfortably needy. 

“Please, (Y/N).”

“I can’t read your mind,” I said. One of my hands drifted up into his beautiful curls. I tugged a little; he always loved that. “I’ll be happy to give you whatever you want. You just have to tell me, baby.”

He let out another frustrated whimper. I could feel his hardness against me. He bit his bottom lip as if it were the only thing holding the words in. I brushed a rogue curl off his forehead, taking his face in my hands and looking deeply into his eyes.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“I want you to ride me!” he finally burst. “Want you to ride me and call me your pretty boy and let me cum inside you. Please, (Y/N)!”

I smiled, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

I pulled his cock out from his boxers and descended on him in an instant, more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted. His head dropped back onto the pillow and he let out a sigh of relief. I set a slow pace, leaning over him. He let out another little moan. 

His hands gripped my hips as I began to move faster. I could tell he was trying not to buck up into me and fuck me himself; he wanted me to do it. 

“Does that feel good, pretty boy?” I asked. 

“So fucking good,” he replied, another moan escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he groaned as I clenched around him. “Gonna cum, (Y/N).”

“Cum inside me,” I whispered in his ear. I felt him explode, the feeling of his hot cum pushing me over the edge.

“Thank you,” he whimpered, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasmic bliss.

I smirked, running my fingers through his hair again. “Any time, pretty boy.”

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Warmth

Requests:

hi, can i request timothee!willy wonka x reader that is hella touch starved but can't/ doesn't know how to ask for affection? The gender of the reader is absolutely up to you

Have a nice day/night!

-anon🪼

Wordcount: 2.4K+

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Description: What is this feeling in his body? What is this desire he has that makes him want to tear his skin off? And are you the cure to make this chocolatier feel whole?

A/N: hey. I was supposed to finish this last night, but life got in the way. Had a lot of fun writing this. They were so cute. I just love adorable little in love Wonka. I most certainly loved writing these two and would return to write more for the librarian and Wonka. Also, thank you for the request.

Warning: Fluffy, kissing, confusedWonka. First love. Sickening sweet lovers. Unedited.

“Willy? Willy? Earth to Willy?” Noddle laughed, waving her hand in front of a love-struck Willy.

As if coming out of a hazy, Willy shook his head and looked toward her, tearing his eyes away from you. “Noddle, when did you get here?” He said with a wide smile.

Noddle laughed again. “I’ve been here trying to get your attention for the last few minutes. You have been bewitched. I see,” she teased.

He flushed bright red, but his eyes still wandered across the library to gaze at you. You were stunning to him. The one thing that was on his mind more than chocolate. You were everything to him. The first thing he thought about in the morning and the last thing at night.

You were sitting on the floor of the library with a group of children surrounding you as you read them a storybook. They were all just as captivated by you as Willy was. You were so expressive when you read, and he wanted nothing more than to be sitting with the children.

“Willy. I am losing you again,” Noddle said, pulling his attention by to her.

“Oh Sorry. Sorry. You know me, my head is always in the clouds,” he chuckled, unable to help himself by taking another keep glance in your direction.

This time you felt his stare and turned to look at him. You smiled softly and waved happily at him. Willy absolutely lit up at your attention and waved back enthusiastically. You giggled blowing him a kiss.

He flushed again and quickly turned away feeling his heartbeat so loudly he couldn’t hear Noddle speaking to him for a few minutes.

“Willy. We are meant to be researching. Not you flirting with your girlfriend,” she said putting a stack of books on the table in front of him.

“She is not my girlfriend,” he said grabbing one of the books and flipping through it. It took all of his willpower to not look up at you again.

“Why not? Have you two not been going on dates for a few weeks now?” Noddle asked curiously.

He frowned. “I don’t know. We have gone out as friends, and I have told her I like her. And I know she likes me, but nothing else.” To be truthful, he had no idea what to do or say around you. You made his heart explode.  He wanted more. He wanted to hold your hand, hug you tightly, and he wanted to kiss you.

He didn’t understand his intense feelings for you. His need to be close to you and his desire to touch you. He often had dreams of the two of you cuddling on the sofa. His hand in your lap and your hands in his hair. Or he dreamed of you two lying in bed together. Legs tangled together and him rubbing his nose against yours.

Willy wrung his hands together just thinking about it. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Why he felt this emptiness in himself? This dark light that he never even noticed until you came into his life.

“I don’t want to scare her away,” he said, after a few minutes of silence.

“Scare her away? Willy you two are adorable together and I will bet she is just as smitten about you as you are for her.”

“You think so?” he said shyly looking up through his lashes.

Noddle rolled her eyes and bonked him on the head.

“Ouch,” he said rubbing his spot. “What was that for?” He frowned.

“For being dense.”

“Dense? How am I dense?”

“I don’t think you are dense?” Your voice said.

Willy and Noddle looked up to see you standing on the other side of the table they occupied. You smiled softly at them both, looking over their stacks of books. “What are you two working on today?” You asked.

“We are researching a new ingredient for my chocolate. There is this little island not far from here, that is home to this plant called the Covech, and the insides are known for their healing properties. I was thinking about using them in my newest creation.”

“We are trying to figure out which island it is exactly one,” Noddle added.

Your expression fell slightly at the idea of Willy leaving but you were quick to cover it up and smiled at the pair. “Oh, that is exciting. When do you plan to leave?”

Willy saw the slight change in your expression and his heart clenched. “We don’t have a set plan yet. Maybe in the coming week.”

You nodded. “Well, I will leave you two to your research. I have to get ready for another story reading.”

Willy stood up, whimpering slightly. Embarrassingly, he pushed his curls behind his ears. “Umm, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight?”

You turned around and nodded excitedly. “I would love to. I get off work at 7. Do you want to meet sometime after that?”

He nodded just as excitedly. “I can meet you here at 7. We can walk together.”

“Seems like a plan. I will see you then, Willy. Bye, Noddle.”

Noddle waved goodbye and laughed as Willy walked you lovingly. “Oh Willy, you get it bad,” she said.

You waited outside the library with your coat tightly wrapped around you. You had just locked up the library and you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for Willy. You grinned widely as you saw him running towards you. A wide goofy smile on his face as he saw you.

Out of breath, he stopped right in front of you. “Have you been waiting long? I’m sorry, Lofty was being particularly difficult tonight. You look beautiful,” he said in one breath.

You laughed. “Lofty is really in a league of his own. I’ve only just locked up. Ready to go?” You said.

He nodded and reached out his hand for a moment before awkwardly dropping it and motioning to go. You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed at his action, but you just smiled and walked next to him.

You wanted to be more affectionate with Willy, but you assumed he just liked to take things slow or just didn’t like affection. You didn’t want to push. You liked being around him. He made your heartbeat and your palms sweat.

“So where are we going?” You asked, walking closer to him.

Your hands brushed slightly, and Willy shivered. “I was thinking we could go to the place we went on our first da- time eating,” he stuttered.

“That sounds great.”

At Dinner, Willy could do nothing but mentally keep himself in check. He just wanted to grab your hand and feel your warmth. He felt so hollow without it, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So, he sat with his hands in his lap, his knee bouncing. It hit the table every few minutes causing you to giggle and him to flush.

“Willy?” You started softly. “Is something the matter? You seem on edge. Have I kept you away from your work?” You asked worriedly, placing your hand on his arm.

Willy shivered and melted at your touch. The warmth from your hand spread throughout his body and he sighed happily. He could feel nothing, but you, and he realized that he never felt warmer in his life.

“Willy?”

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze on you. His eyes were wide and filled with affection and happiness. “Do you think we can sit a bit closer? I’m cold,” he said shyly.

You bit your lower lip to keep the smile off your face. “Of course. Of course.” You moved closer to him until your thighs touched his. Willy shivered again and you chuckled taking his hand in yours. You rubbed your hands between his and blew air on his hands.

“Better?” You asked.

His smile split his face open as he nodded happily. “Yes, much better thank you.”

“Any time. And I mean it,” you said.

Willy nodded and squeezed your hand. “I will keep that in mind.”  He paused to look down at your joint hands. “I really like spending time with you. I was wondering if you… Would like to be more than friends with me?” Willy asked looking up from his lashes at you.

“I love spending time with you, Willy. You are my favorite person in the world. I would like to be more than friends with you.”

“Wonderful. Wonderful,” he grinned leaning over and kissing your cheek.

As Willy walked you home you couldn’t help but notice how giddy he was. Well more giddy than he always was. Your heart picked up speed at the thought you were the reason for his happiness. He was truly a light to be around.

You thought you would be too boring for the excitable chocolatier. But from the moment you met, he was fascinated by your job as a librarian. His eyes always lit up when you talked about your day or the children you read to.

Arriving at your door, Willy grinned down at you taking both of your hands in yours. Pink dusted his cheeks, but he didn’t care if it did. If you saw how smitten he was with you. He just felt so light and warm with your hand in his.

“What?” You asked shyly.

Willy's eyes danced with mischief, leaning closer. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered.

With a chuckle and a nod, you leaned closer to him. Your noses almost touched, and his breath hit your face with every exhale. “I am great at keeping secrets,” you whispered.

“I have never been happier than I am right now.” He said sincerely. “I feel like I am weightless. Walking on clouds of wonder.”

“Oh. That sounds wonderful. Did you get a new idea while we walked?” You asked.

Willy shook his head, his curls falling in his face. He ducked his head and ghosted his lips over yours. “Don’t you know that is the feeling of being with you.”

Your breath caught and you stared into his eyes. Willy's stare bore back into you. “I very much feel like I walk on clouds when I am with you.”

“Hmm. Do you know the name of that feeling?” He asked, genuinely.

“No, but I quite like it,” you said.

Willy giggled pressing his nose against yours. “I do as well. I am not good with asking for things. For expressing this hunger, this need to be near you to”—he paused to brush his thumb across your cheekbone—“To touch you. I feel… on clouds of cotton candy.”

You kissed you softly then. His hand on your cheek tightens and his other arms wrap around your waist pulling you flush against him. Neither of you deepened the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of your lips pressed against each other. Willy melted against you. His body jumped in excitement, in happiness. And you realized the name for this feeling.

Love.

Pulling away from his lips you sighed happily. Willy's eyes opened slowly and he smiled lazily and contently at you. “I wish to bottle this feeling and bake it into a chocolate for only you and I,” he said dreamily.

“I would love that chocolate best.”

“Love?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

Reaching up and brushing your hand through his hair you smiled. “Yes, love. Though there is nothing  I don’t love about your chocolate.”

“You are too kind.” He said.

“Everyone loves your chocolate.”

“But everyone isn’t you,” he said, swooping down and kissing you once more.

When he pulled away moments later, you tugged on his curls slightly. “I’ll miss you when you leave for the island.”

“I will hurry back. I’ll be faster than a hare. Faster than a cheetah. I will be back as soon as I can.” He was down thinking about leaving you. Leaving the moment and affection that he was desperately in need of.

“I will greet you with a kiss when you return,” you promised.

His eyes widened and he moved his face close to yours. “Truly?”

“Yes, whenever you want a kiss. I will happily kiss you.”

“Please do,” he begged.

When Willy left you missed him more than you thought. Of course, you would miss him. You loved him, but you felt so cold without him. You knew he was having a great time exploring and he had only been gone for two days, but you missed the man that owned your heart.

Humming a song, you stocked the shelves in the library, lost in your own world. Not aware that the person you were thinking about was standing behind you just taking you in. He was glad to be home. He got the ingredient and he was now able to take his chocolate to another level, but also he got to be with you.

The warm lights in the aisle gave you a breathtaking glow. He could feel the itch of desire spreading through his body. He felt like the moon and you the earth bring him in. In four quick steps, he was standing directly behind you.

Feeling someone close, you turned right to offer your help when you saw Willy. “You’re back,” you said before wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest. His hands were quick to wrap around you and lie his cheek on the top of your head.

“I am back. I missed you,” he whispered.

Smiling, you pulled back to stare up at him. “And I missed you. You must tell me all about your trip later.”

“Later?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, later.” You took his hat and placed it on your own head and grabbed the back of his neck. “Now, I must kiss you.”

His heart thumped against yours and his lips came crashing down onto your own. He moaned softly and you pressed him against the bookcase behind him. Willy smiled against your lips and you mimicked him.

“So, this is love,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss to get air into his lungs. “I want more of it. More of you.”

“I am yours, Willy Wonka.”

“And my soul and very being is yours, my sweet little Marshmallow cloud.”

"Marshmallow cloud?" You chuckled. "I love it."

"And I love you. So very much."

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[bonesandchalamet]

‘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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[roxygen22]

A sickly Wonka and Female reader taking care of him (after the events of the movie.)

Summary: Stand-alone prequel to MLCB series combined with an ask for a sick fic. How the reader met and fell in love with Willy. Instant chemistry! (Longer than intended, but I just couldn't stop)

C/W: Illness, though not graphic

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BOXES

"ACHOO!" You heard a loud sneeze in the alley followed by a crashing sound on your walk home from work. You peered around the corner of the building and spotted a lanky man with a fuschia coat and dark hair curling around the brim of his brown top hat looking down at the mess of boxes surrounding him on the ground.

"Are you alright, sir?" you asked.

He swirled around to look at you with a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks. "Oh, uh, yes. Thank you, Miss...?"

"[Y/N]."

"[Y/N]. What a lovely name. I'm [achoo!] Willy."

"I know who you are, Mr. Wonka," you said with a smile.

"Really?" he said in a surprised and equally nasal tone before sneezing again.

"You *are* quite the celebrity around here, sir. Do you need some help?" you asked, pointing to the boxes.

Willy looked around and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Noticing that he didn't seem to be the type to easily ask for or accept help, you pried further. "Where are you trying to take them? I work at a shop nearby. We could borrow the cart."

"Really?"

"You say that a lot, don't you, Mr. Wonka." You giggled.

"Just Willy, please," he said softly. "I just need to get these boxes to my shop at the Galeries Gourmet. I thought I could get them all in one go, but well..." he trailed off as he gestured with his hands to the boxes on the ground.

"Well, Mr. Wonk...Willy. You stay here and gather your boxes, and I'll go grab the cart."

He flashed a big smile your way. "Thank you, miss."

"Just [Y/N], please," you parroted back with a slight blush. "I'll be right back." As you walked away, you heard him sneeze a couple more times before you were out of earshot. Poor thing sounds like he is coming down with a cold.

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By the time you returned, Willy had restacked the boxes so they were no longer blocking the alley. You both loaded the cart, but he took over pushing it toward his shop. "So why are you helping out a complete stranger, [y/n]? I do hope you aren't missing out on any big plans on my account."

"You aren't exactly a stranger, Willy. Everyone knows the famous magical chocolatier. But in that moment after you dropped your boxes, you looked just as human as the rest of us. I couldn't very well just pass you by and ignore you. Besides, this is far more exciting than anything I had planned this evening."

"Really?" [achoo]

"There you go again," you grinned. "Yes, really. The only plans I had were dinner and a book."

"Oh, you like to read? I like to read, too," Willy announced proudly. "I just meant...well, a pretty girl...lady...person like you...I mean, no, uh... there's nobody waiting for you at home?" he stammered.

"Are you asking if I am spoken for, Mr. Wonka?" you teased and unintentionally sent him into a coughing fit. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I was just joking. Are you okay?" You grabbed his arm in an attempt to stabilize him as he doubled over.

"I'm fine," Willy croaked as he stood back up. He looked down at your hand on his arm and smiled. Feeling suddenly bashful, you let go and clasped your hands behind your back.

"We should keep going, Willy. You need to get out of this cold air."

"Right you are, [y/n]. Your nose is turning the same shade as my coat!" he said with a grin as he booped your nose with his index finger. Warmth spread all over your body like electricity at his touch.

Recognizing that his actions may have been a touch too forward for a girl he just met (who never confirmed her availability), Willy cleared his throat in embarrassment and started to push the cart once more. You walked alongside, still dumbstruck by the effect of his touch.

"You didn't answer my question," he quipped after a few steps, breaking you out of your reverie.

"And what was that?" You knew what he was referring to but wanted to hear him say it again.

"Are you...[clears throat] is there anyone waiting for you at home?"

"Just my parents." If anyone else had asked you that, it may have been creepy. But you could sense his sincerity.

"Oh," he said with relief, though you could swear you saw a brief glint of...sadness? "Great, well I will have your cart freed up quickly so you can get home and not worry them."

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes, is there anyone at home waiting on you? Perhaps a special someone?" You looked up into his eyes, unabashedly flirting. You noticed that underneath those lush dark lashes, his eyes were actually blue with a hint of green around the pupil. Huh. He's even more beautiful up close, you thought.

"No. It's just me and my shop."

"Oh," you mimicked his earlier response, trying to disguise your excitment that the magician/chocolatier was single. The two of you kept walking in companionable silence until you reached his shop.

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After unloading the cart, Willy swept the hat off his head and half-bowed to you. "Thank you again, [y/n]."

You giggled at the gesture. Not ready to call it a night just yet, you offered, "I could help you unpack those boxes, if you'd like. I know you aren't feeling 100% and really, I have nothing better to do." Besides thinking about him all evening, you said silently in your head.

Willy tried to stifle another cough. "Alright, sure. More hands makes lighter work."

You grabbed a box, sat in the floor, and started shuffling through its contents. You had no clue where anything went, so you started sorting like things together for Willy to put away. At one point your hand grazed his as you reached for the same item. You both blushed.

Clearing his throat - you were unsure whether this time was due to awkwardness or illness - he sat down on the other side of the box from you. He said, "So tell me about this book you are reading." It didn't take much prompting for you to excitedly recount what you had read so far of Treasure Island and your other favorite adventure books. In turn, he regaled you with tales from his time as a sailor.

Time passed very quickly as you swapped stories. Next thing you knew, it was dark out, and the two of you hadn't even fully unpacked the first box.

"Oh dear," you groused and stood up. "I should get going, Willy. My mother is probably pacing the floors."

"Since you stayed out late on my behalf, it's the least I could do to walk you home. If you'd allow me the pleasure." You noticed that all of the talking had made his voice sound hoarse and gravelly.

"You really ought to stay inside where it's warm. The cold will aggravate your cough."

"I wouldn't be able to rest wondering if you made it home safely in the dark," he said softly as he stood and brushed the dust off his pants.

You felt the heat flash across your cheeks as you blushed at his admission that he would be thinking of you after you leave. "Oh, well in THAT case, I would be honored to have you accompany me."

You both bundled back up into your respective coats and hats. As you suspected, Willy's cough worsened with the cold. As much as you would love to draw out this encounter, you don't want him in the cold air longer than he had to be. You quickly led him to your shop to return the cart before heading home.

Once you arrived, you both lingered at the front door. You stopped breathing as he took your hand and kissed it. "I'm glad I dropped those boxes, [y/n]," he said softly as he looked into your eyes.

It was your turn to stammer. "Me, too. I mean...I'm glad...I'm glad our paths crossed."

"Perhaps they can cross again soon?"

"I'd love that. I..." you were interrupted by Willy's sneeze. You couldn't help but laugh at his timing. "You, sir, need to go home, get warm, and take care of that cold." You smiled up at him.

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned.

You unlocked the front door and slipped inside. You leaned against the door and slowly released the breath you didn't realize you had been holding. You stared at the hand that he kissed, biting your lip to contain a squeal of excitement.

"Mom," you called out. "I'm home, and you're never going to believe the evening I've had!"

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You were off work the next day, so you decided to swing by Willy's shop in the morning to see how he was doing. You walked in and browsed the store, but he was nowhere to be seen. You started second guessing yourself, wondering if you were being too forward by dropping in the very next day, when you heard, "[y/n]?"

You spun around with excitement, but your face fell when you took in his unnatural pallor. "Oh Willy, you poor dear."

He started to speak, but was overcome by a hacking cough that sounded far worse than the night before.

"You should be at home resting."

"I can't. My store..."

"....seems to be running just fine at the moment. Besides, your customers may be wary of you coughing all over the chocolate." You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow.

He smirked. "Touché." His voice was still raspy from the night before.

"Let me walk you home this time."

"I am quite capable..." [achoo]

"Oh, I know you're capable of getting there. I'm not convinced you're capable of leaving the shop without being dragged out."

"You know me so well in less than 24 hours," he said with a smile that reached his glassy eyes. "I suppose you are right [sniffle]. You have a knack for appearing at a time of need. One can't pour from an empty cup, I suppose. Let me get my things."

You waited out front has he gave instructions to the cashier and stocker. Once he joined you, he offered you his arm and you began walking toward his place. The trek was interrupted by multiple coughing fits, one of which left him breathless and needing a break on a bench.

"Is it okay if I feel your forehead?" you asked. Once he nodded, you gingerly rested your fingers against his head. "You are burning up, Willy. Let me know when you feel like you can stand again so we can get you home."

After a few moments, Willy rose from the bench. He offered you his arm again, but you suspected this time it was to balance himself more than a gentlemanly gesture.

Willy looked even more pale and clammy by the time you arrived at his home. He handed you his keys to unlock the door as he leaned against the frame for support. You opened the door and gently led him inside. You wouldn't normally enter the abode of a relative stranger, but he was all alone and you felt oddly safe with him.

He collapsed on his sofa as you set to work to make him comfortable. You dampened a cloth to set on his forehead, removed his boots, and covered him with a blanket. "Would you like me to make you some tea for your throat?" He nodded and pointed to the cabinet where he kept the tea leaves.

You got the kettle going and looked back to observe the man. Was he asleep already? You tiptoed over to check. Sure enough, he had dozed off. Feeling that sleep was probably more necessary than tea, you turned off the stove.

Unsure of what to do, but having no desire to leave him in this state, you sat in the armchair next to Willy and passed the time by reading a book from his small collection. After about two hours, he started to stir. He looked around confused before he saw you and smiled.

"[Y/N], you stayed."

"Of course. Could you imagine the uproar if I let something happen to our town's infamous chocolatier? I would be cast out." You grinned. "How are you feeling?"

"A little better." His voice sounded a little less strained than earlier. That was a good sign.

"Good. I'll make you that tea now." But before you could make your way to the kitchen, Willy grabbed your hand.

"Thank you for staying and taking care of me, both yesterday and today. You hardly even know me."

"We can fix that."

"Really?"

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and went back to making tea.

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