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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could writing something where y/n and timothée are sleeping together and she starts talking because she's having a wet dream with him so he listens to her and makes fun and is dom idkw only if you want thanks🧚🏼‍♀️

your body laid flat on the bed on your stomach, one leg over timothee's as your arm draped over his stomach. timothee laid on his back, arm over his eyes with his hand on top of yours. there was a slight breeze from your fan that circled the room, your cat leaving the room to drink some water and sleep on the couch.

you whimpered and started to stir, moving back to your side and laying on your back. you mumble something and timothee moved his arm from his eyes, and peeked them open when he heard you speak. he watched as your body moved, his hand rubbing up and down your side as he watched your face turn, thinking you were having a nightmare.

"fuck me, please" is what made his sleepy eyes shoot right open. he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, getting a clear image of his beautiful fiance next to him. you wore a tank top that showed off your hard nipples, and just your underwear that timothee could see was soaked thanks to the moonlight.

"more, timmy, fuck yes" your fist gripped the sheets and he covered his smirk, running his fingers up and down your stomach. your body reacted to his touch and he smiled with victory, fingers pressing down under the hem of your underwear.

you wake with a small gasp, timothee not removing his hands. "good dream?" he teased and you felt your cheeks get warm.

"you heard.. you heard me sleep talking?"

"i think you were sleep fucking, baby" he smirked and kissed your jaw, down your neck and your fingers grip his hair. "'more, timmy, fuck me please'" he mocked your voice and you hit his shoulder. "what did you want more of?"

"you" you whimper and he shakes his head, pushing his fingers farther down.

"you've got to be a little more specific, baby. i'm right here"

"your fingers! i want you to fuck me with your fingers" you sigh and kiss him deeply, rolling your hips up into his fingers.

"was that so hard?" he smirked and pushed two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and grab his wrist. you pull your lips in between your teeth, moving your hips up into his hand. “so needy, baby. tell me, what was happening in your dream?” timothee’s hand stops moving and you whimper, trying to move his hand but he stayed still. “tell me, and i’ll keep touching you” he whispered in your ear and bit your earlobe.

“it-it was our wedding night. you.. you were underneath..” timothee’s middle finger slowly started circling your clit, his eyes hooded as he watched your lip quiver.

“dreaming of our wedding day already, hm? i just asked you to be my wife 2 days ago” you smile and turn your head, kissing him deeply, straddling his waist. his hands gripped your ass, smacking it a few times and your hips grind down into him. “what was i doing under your dress, huh?” timothee sat up and wrapped his hand around your neck, his thumb rubbing over your jaw and lip.

“you.. you pushed my dress up and ate me out underneath my wedding dress” your hips grind against his hard on and timothee smiles, flipping you onto your back and pulling off your underwear.

“well why don’t i practice for the big day?” timothee spread your legs and let out a satisfied breath as his fingers rubbed up and down your soaked pussy. you gripped his hair and pulled his face forward, his mouth latching onto you. his tongue lapped your clit, middle finger fucking you slowly.

“fuck, timmy, more!” you beg and he slid his ring finger into you as well, moving his fingers faster as he watched your thighs trembling more and more. your panting got heavier, and timothee curled his fingers, and that’s exactly what you needed. timothee’s thumb rubbed your clit and you suffocated him with your thighs, riding out your high with timothee’s slow clit rubs.

you released the grip on his head and timothee sat up, your eyes falling to his hard on, and you were practically drooling. your fingers quickly pulled down his underwear and spitting on it, grabbing his hips and pulling him into you. “so needy for my cock, baby” timothee kicked off his underwear and you put timothee’s cock in you, the both of you letting out a moan.

timothee thrusted his hips against yours, looking down at you. “you are so gorgeous, baby. so fucking pretty. you take my dick so good baby” his words made your stomach flutter, his hands bringing your hips up so your shoulders were still on the bed.

the new position had your fingernails poking holes into the sheets and tearing them as his dick his your spot over and over. “faster, don’t stop, fuck!” timothee granted your demand, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as his hips slapped into yours. your eyes rolled so hard to the back of your head and you pushed timothee off with your feet, body twitching furiously as your vision was blurred with black and stars.

“baby..” you regained your breath and held a hand over your mouth as you look at timothee. “yn, look what you did..” your eyes scanned his body, watching as he drips from you squirting all over him. your face turned red and you hid behind your hands, rolling on your stomach. “oh no, there’s nothing to be ashamed of” timothee laid on top of you, sliding his cock into you slowly.

“oh my..” you gasp and timothee moved your hair out of your face, kissing your cheek as he moved his hips. “fill me up, timmy. put your cum in me”

“fuck baby, oh my god” he whimpered in your ear, wrapping an arm around your neck and your cheek resting on his forearm. timothee let out a whimper and bit your jaw, pressing his hips deep into yours as he filled you with his seed. he kissed your face and shoulders, pulling away from you and kissing your back, massaging your hips. “let’s go shower, beautiful”

timothee helped you up and turned the water on the perfect temperature for you, the both of you stepping into the shower. timothee smoothed his hands over your hair and then his. you put some of his shampoo in your hands, scrubbing it into his curls. he left out a sigh and closed his eyes, rubbing his thumbs over your ribs.

you then shampooed yourself, timothee laughing as he takes over and turns you into george washington. “what, you don’t want to bang george washington?”

“please never say bang again” he cringed and you laughed, rinsing out your shampoo. “ahh! baby please get out of the way, there’s shampoo in my eyes” you laughed and held onto the bar as you were pushed to the side. timothee viciously rubbed his face and hair free of shampoo. “im so sorry, but i thought i was dying”

you both finished your shower routine and got out, drying off and getting into new pajamas. you in underwear and timothee’s shirt, and timothee in just his underwear. you snuggled into timothee’s arms after you change the sheets, his fingers playing with your hair as you both fall asleep to the sound of your fan.

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meetmyothersouls · 8 months

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Halloween Special

🎃 Hello Everyone 👻

Welcome to my second annual Halloween Special! So happy to be bringing this back for my followers this year! Last year it was a big hit and I’m even more excited this year since I’ll have two people to write for! For the rest of September and all of October I will be writing imagines for Jonah Hauer-King and Timothee Chalamet that are all horror, spooky, and fall themed! With this, I am able to combine two things that I am passionate about: writing & horror!

Here’s how it works:

I will pin this post and below will be a list of prompts and a brief description of what I can do with each prompt. I will have a selection for JHK and TC. Most of these will be stand alone works but if there’s is a part two wanted I will gladly write one! Of corked if you want to send in your own spooky request feel free to do so!

Here we go!

Jonah Hauer-King

🎃 Pumpkin Patch/Corn Maze - Reader and Jonah have a cute fall date in this setting.

👻 Detective Work - Reader is a detective investigating a gruesome murder with her new partner Jonah.

🎃 The Through Hike - A series I planned but haven’t stared yet. It involves mountains and zombies. I’ll leave it at that 🤭

👻 Room Service - Reader is a house keeper at a hotel when a man keeps calling her into his room with a strange request.

🎃 I’m Scared - Reader is camping for the first time with Jonah.

👻 Who You Gonna Call? - Reader is a famous ghost hunter and brings her boyfriend Jonah on one of her expeditions.

🎃 Surprise Me! - I’ll create an original spooky story just for you!

👻 Pick Your Poison - Give me your own ideas and I’ll turn it into a story!

Timothee Chalamet

🎃 Please Continue - I’ll continue any prompt from last years Halloween Special (located in Masterlist Vol. 2)

👻 Cruise of Nightmares - Reader and Timothee go on a cruise but after a storm things seem…off.

🎃 One of us is Lying - A golden age murder mystery. Someone in the house has killed the maid and no one’s leaving until we find out who.

👻 Skinwalker - Something seems weird about Timothee’s new friend.

🎃 You’re not Scared, Are You? - Reader takes Timothee to a haunted house.

👻 I’ve Got a Secret - Reader and Timothee are newly dating and reader is definitely hiding something.

🎃 Surprise Me! - I’ll created a story just for you!

👻 - Pick Your Poison - Give me your own ideas and I’ll turn it into a story!

I’ll change the prompts up in October or if we’ve gone through all of them before then!

For now, I’ll link Masterlist Vol. 3 here so you can all access it still.

Jonah tags: @danielabetancourth @luna2034 @wandamaximoffbae @twinkledinkleg-blog @justagirlwholovedtoread @nonsensical-nonsence @paramorelvrr @thedonswife13 @miniemonie2001 1 @jonahhauer-kingg

Timothee tags: @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @timotheel0ver @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @its-schmackin-dude @justagirlwhoneedshelp @kteezy997 @sufferingstarlight @xoxoloverb @tropicalrozmajzl @iloveneilperry @syirnge @patronsaintofthetwinks @roseboysareprettier @onlyenoughiamweird

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lovelyrocker · 10 months

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Consequences Part 2

RPF

Warnings: Talk of Cheating, STD, Language, Angst,

Parings: Timothee Chalamet x Reader

Word Count: 1,244

Two weeks was how long you had to wait for the test results to come in. Timothee and you both got tested for every other STD it was possible to get tested for safe measures. He’d only known the extra for several days before he’d slept with her. Not long to know where and who someone had been with.

Your home was cold the last few weeks. Timothee had been staying in the guest room. You didn't talk to one another aside from one or two words here and there. You could hardly look at him. All of the feeling and rage that you thought you’d pushed aside when you found out he cheated was filling you now. Yes, when you found out he cheated you cried and was pissed. But those feelings quickly faded when you saw how much his actions were eating him alive. You saw that it really was a mistake and he learned from it. You had no doubt that he would never do that again.

Now you were enraged that he could even think of cheating, even if he was drunk. You were betrayed and so hurt. And now, you are terrified of having this disease. This constant reminder of someone else’s careless actions. Someone who was supposed to love, take care of you, keep you safe.

You both sat in the doctor’s office in front of the desk, waiting for him to come into the room. Waiting, more waiting. Timothee’s leg bounced with anxiety. He fiddled with his fingers as he absentmindedly looked around the office. He was scared. But unlike all the other times you would hold him and assure him it would be okay, you didn’t. Because you didn’t know. You weren’t even sure you were going to stay with him after this. Deep down he knew that, too.

The door opened, making both of you jump as the doctor walked in. “Good morning.” The doctor said cheerfully. It made you roll your eyes. “I have both your test results here.” He said placing two folders on his desk. He looked up at the two of you. “Are you sure you want to do this together? Normally we do this separately.”

“We’re sure.” Timothee answered, rubbing the palms of his hands nervously on his jean clad knees.

“Alright then,” He opens the file. “We’ll start off with Ms. Y/L/N.” He looks over the paper in his hand. You’re holding on to your bag tightly, heart racing. “All of your STD panels came back negative.” You and Timothee both exhale in relief as the doctor’s eyes scan the page. “No HIV or anything like that.” He looks up at you. “You are a little anemic so I would make sure you get more iron in you. You can get over the counter supplements.”

You nod your head. “Okay.” You take another breath. “Is that all?”

“Yeah. You are a very healthy young lady.” He placed the paper into the folder and grabs Timothee’s. “Now Mr. Chalamet.” He lifts the page out of the manilla folder. “Your STD panel came back inconclusive.”

“Inconclusive? What does that mean?” You ask before Timothee can open his mouth.

“Most of your results came back negative.” The doctor explains. “But Your HIV results aren’t clear.”

You reach over, taking Timothee’s hand, entwining your fingers. He squeezed you hand with both of his. “So, what do we do?” You ask, looking at the doctor.

“We will do another blood draw. Retest.” The doctor looks at Timothee. “I’ll be honest with you,” His hand tightens around yours. “You have some abnormalities with your white blood cell count. Have you been sick lately?”

Timothee shakes his head. “Just tired. With my work, I-I-”

“You could just be overworked.” The doctor looks over the page again. “I don’t want to take any chances. We will do another blood draw and run a few other tests.” The doctor closes the folder. “Do you have any questions?”

Timothee swallows hard and looks at you then back to the doctor. “Can you not sugar coat it?” He says finding his voice. “What are the odds I'm infected?”

The doctor takes a breath, removing his glasses. “It is harder for a woman to give it to a man, but you admit to not using protection. All it takes is one time.” He exhales again. “But your white blood cell count shows something is going on. The results do align with being infected, yes.” You felt Timothee go rigid. “Even though you haven’t passed it to Y/N doesn’t mean you are in the clear. But these results can mean a dozen other things as well. Is it probable because you were exposed, yes. Is it 100% positive, no.”

“When does he get retested?” You ask.

“Right now.” The doctor stands. “Follow me and I’ll show you to the lab.”

You hold his hand as you follow the doctor and watch him squint when the nurse sticks the needle into his arm. You drive back to the apartment, Timothee showing no sign of emotions the entire drive. He doesn’t talk or even look your way. He doesn’t comment about your results or even look away from the car window.

When you got home, he walked into the apartment and straight to the guest room. You followed him, opening the bedroom door. He was laying in the bed, back to the door. You didn’t say anything. You crawled into the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around him. The moment you embraced him he broke. The tears fell down his face as he sobbed hysterically. You didn’t say a thing, just held him. Timothee cried until he had nothing left in him. No tears, no energy to let his body be wracked with his own fear and self-loathing.

When he finally calmed, he just laid there with no emotion on his face. You still stayed silent. You just let him know you were still there by holding him tight, as close as you could.

The room had been quiet for a long time, you thought he’d fallen asleep. You were surprised when you heard his voice groggily speak. “I’m sorry.” He says, barely audible. “I’m sorry I fucked everything up.” He turns in your arms and his eyes are puffy and red. He looks exhausted. You fight the tears that you know he can see fill your eyes. “We were supposed to be together forever. Just you and me. We were supposed to have a family and grow old in the city.” He begins to cry again. “I messed it all up and I am so fucking sorry.”

You pull him till your foreheads meet. “Shh.” You whisper. “Stop it.” You wipe away his tears. “You’re not alone.” I pull him close, tucking his head beneath my chin. “I’m here, with you.” You kiss the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere.” You feel him hold you tighter.

You could feel the fear pulsing through him. Before you were ready to leave Timothee, to let him and his cheating self, deal with the consequences of his action on his own, all alone. Which was how you felt when he first cheated. Alone.

In your arms now were the broken pieces of the love of your life. And there was no way in hell you were going to leave him alone. No matter what.

Part 3

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saradobiebauer · 1 year

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I know you're all screaming for Chapter 3 of "Luck of the Not-Irish," but in the meantime, I wanted to let you know my new novel came out today.

As some of you know, "Fate of the Moon" is based on a Charmie fan fiction, but there are some serious plot changes this time around. It's still Armie and Timmy, though, just with different names.

Check it out for some veiled Charmie love today ha >> https://www.amazon.com/Fate-Moon-Sara-Dobie-Bauer-ebook/dp/B0BRVXBBV4/

#sara dobie bauer #timothee chalamet #armie hammer #mm romance #charmie #charmie fan fiction #charmie fan fic #gay romance

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 9 months

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In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Three: Would It Really Kill You If We Kissed?

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I know you don’t belong, I know you don’t belong to anyone. No, you can’t be tamed, love. And maybe I was wrong, maybe I was wrong for this, but you feel like the sun on my face.- All Time Low, Favorite Place

She was dreaming again.

Lately, most of her Tim-related dreams were sexual in nature, and this one was no different. Of course, she could only really recall what was said and the actions they took rather than any actual sensations.

Her head was bobbing in his lap as he sat on one of his couches, her tongue laving over the barbels in his shaft.

“Fuck, Lea,” he grunted before pulling her mouth off his dick and into his lap. “Lemme have you, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” she giggled.

“C’mon,” Tim muttered, aligning himself with her. “One last time, baby. C’mon.”

“One last time?” she questioned. “What’re you talking about?”

“Won’t get to do this anymore, even in dreams,” he breathed as he pulled her down onto him. “Fuck, that’s it. Bounce on it for me.”

She was too distracted by his body and general presence to question him further and did as she was told, and—like always—only really dreamed of the words between them.

“I love you, Lea,” he groaned into her mouth. “I love you so much.”

“Dream-Tim is the best,” she told him with a grin. “Wish I could have this all the time.”

“It’s me,” he insisted. “It’s me, baby. I’m real. You can have this whenever you want. If you want this, just fuckin’ tell me.”

“Don’t distract me from how hot you are with your dream-fantasy shenanigans,” Lea told him, running her hands over his bare chest.

“Dammit,” he moaned. “Fuck it, I’ll take what I can get.”

The dream faded away, morphing into his bedroom, where they lay tangled together amongst his sheets.

“I love you,” he murmured. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

Flushing despite the knowledge that it was a dream and therefore not the slightest bit real, Lea buried her face in his neck. “You’re a dork even when I dream you up, huh?”

He hummed, but didn’t respond directly. “You won’t forget me, will you?”

She pulled back, looking up at him with a frown. “What’re you talking about now?”

“When I’m gone,” he clarified, “I don’t want you to forget me.”

“What, you mean when you’re traveling or something?”

Even in her dreams, he still gave her that sad smile. “Or something, yeah.”

“No, I won’t forget you,” she told him slowly. “Though you should know that since you’re in my head.”

“Good,” he murmured, kissing her again. “I’m not in your head the way you seem to think, though.”

“Eh.” She waved him off. “Dream semantics.”

Tim looked at her for a long while before quietly asking, “Will you miss me?”

She blushed, burying her face in his neck again. “I always miss you. Whenever you’re not with me, I miss you.”

He wrapped her in his arms, kissing her temple.

“Why’re you asking me weird things, anyway?” she wanted to know.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” Tim said. “Just let me hold you.”

“Uh.” She blinked. “Okay then.”

His arms tightened around her, and he held her closer.

It was late at night in the middle of June when she got his text.

Her phone buzzed from where it sat on her bed, and she went to pick it up.

Tim

Come to the park with me ?

She frowned, wondering why he was randomly asking her to meet him somewhere so unusual. Still, she didn’t have anything else to do. She wasn’t visiting her mom back in North Carolina until the following month.

When?

He texted her back almost immediately.

Now, if you can.

She was always excited to see him, and she hadn’t seen him at all since May, too, so she squirmed happily as she replied.

Okay! See you in a bit!

Lea managed to get ready in record time, pairing the ruby heart necklace and earrings he’d gotten her with a white ruffled top and bubble skirt from Saks.

She shot him a quick text that she’d see him in a bit, and then she skipped out the door.

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She never got tired of hanging out with Tim. He was most definitely her best friend by that point.

He was sitting on a bench in Central Park when she found him.

“Hi,” she said with a grin, plopping down next to him on the bench.

“Hey,” he greeted, and then he looked over at her, turning towards her in the process, and she saw…

What the fuck?

He looked… well, he looked dilapidated, frankly. He’d always kinda looked nineteenth century orphan-esque, but now… now he looked starving. Starving and very, very sick. He was skinnier than normal—which was saying a lot, ‘cause he was already thin as a rail—and his cheeks were sunken in. His eyes were sunken, too, with dark circles under them, and his skin was even more pallid than it had been when she’d seen him last.

“Tim?” she asked tentatively. “Are you okay? You look like you should be in the hospital, not hanging out with me.”

He smiled at her slightly, his eyes sad. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

“You look sick,” she pointed out, brow furrowing in concern.

“I know,” he said with a soft, barely-there chuckle. “Sorry you gotta see my sorry ass looking so awful. I’m sure it’s unpleasant.”

Lea shook her head with a frown. “No, I’m always happy to see you, I’m just worried.”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench.

“Don’t worry about me. Told you that before.” He sounded out of breath, almost.

“If I looked the way you do right now, would you worry about me?”

“Of course I would, sweetheart,” he muttered. “No way around that.”

“Then it’s hardly fair of you to not expect the same of me.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose not.”

“And wouldn’t you want me to tell you what was wrong if I was sick?”

Tim was silent for several moments before softly repeating, “Of course I would.”

“Then you should tell me, too, don’t you think?”

He sighed. “I’m sick, Lea.”

“Are you, y’know, getting treatment?”

Another sigh. “It’s terminal.”

Her mouth fell open in shock. “Terminal as, in, like— you can’t mean you’re—“

“I’m dying, yes.” He said it with such nonchalance that she wasn’t even sure if he was serious, but he didn’t laugh orsay he was joking, so he had to be serious, right?

Still, she hopefully said, “You’re joking, right? C’mon, tell me you’re joking.”

He looked at her sidelong. “No, I’m not joking. I asked you to come here so I could see you amongst the flowers when I went.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re dying now?!”

He nodded slightly, a small dip of his chin. “Wanted to be next to you for it.”

“But— but why?” she asked brokenly. “Why are you dying? When did this happen? Why me?”

He stared at her with those sad eyes. “I’ve been dying since I met you.” She opened her mouth to speak, and he added, “It’s not your fault, and I wouldn’t change a thing if I had the choice. I’m happy I got to meet you. I’d do it a million times over. I just wish I’d had more time with you.”

“I don’t understand,” she said tearfully. “I don’t know what I’ve done to… to make you so sick, but—“

“No point in dancing around it, I suppose,” Tim mused. He watched her for a moment, considering. “I’m an incubus.”

She blinked at him. “A— a what?”

An exhausted smile. “An incubus, darling.”

“A demon who feeds on…” she trailed off, too embarrassed to say the words aloud.

“Sex and orgasms, yes,” he confirmed with a tired sigh.

“Oh, well, um…” She recalled the dreams she’d had, the inexplicable pull she felt towards him, his strange ability to disappear. “I kinda figured you were a fae, but that… makes sense, actually.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You believe me?”

She shrugged. “You can just poof in and out of places. Plus, the dreams—“ she cut herself off.

His lips split in a slow, lazy smirk. “The dreams? If I had more time, I’d insist you tell me what you remember from them.” Lea blushed bright red, and he laughed softly.

“You’re very sick, Tim,” she said instead of answering him. “If you need, uh…” A gulp. “Someone in order to get better, then I know there’s countless people who would jump at the opportunity—“

“Won’t work,” he cut her off with another sigh.

She blinked at him. “What? Why? I doubt anyone would even mind the whole life-sucking issue.”

“Suppose I should explain this to you.” He exhaled. “We don’t take anyone’s life force. I don’t even know where that idea came from. We actually prolong the lives of those we feed on.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You do?”

Tim nodded. “It’s possible for a human to survive indefinitely if one of us is feeding on them regularly. We’re symbiotic rather than parasitic.”

“Well… you should have no issues finding meals, then, if they have nothing to fear.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” He looked away from her, gazing out at the trees surrounding them. “Finding a meal isn’t the issue. The issue is it no longer has any effect. I’ve tried plenty of times.”

“No effect?” she asked, concerned for this strange new friend she’d made these past few months. “So what, you’ll just starve?”

He hummed. “It would seem so.”

Tears prickled at the back of her eyes again. “I… I don’t want you to die, Tim.”

He turned his gaze to her once more. “I don’t mind it, really.”

She furrowed her brow. “You don’t want to live?”

“Of course I do,” he nodded, “but I don’t really mind the idea of dying.” At her shocked expression, he chuckled. “I have lived a very long time, Lea. Death doesn’t scare me.”

It was several seconds before she recovered from her shock. “And just like that, you’re fine with it being over?”

“Well,” Tim chuckled, “I’d certainly prefer to stay alive, but…” he paused, his eyes warm with affection as he gazed at her. “But if I’m going to die, I want it to be while I’m looking at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Is that the real reason you asked me to come out with you today?” she asked. “So you could flirt?”

He smiled softly. “If you like.”

His breathing was shallow, and his voice was breathless.

He was going to die. He was very close now.

“I don’t want you to die, Tim,” she said again tearfully. “Why… why can’t you eat? Is there anything I can do?”

Another sweet, gentle smile. “Nothing I could ask you for.”

Her heart leapt with frantic relief. “So there is something I can do!” Eager to help, she clasped his hand in hers, not really registering that his breathing evened out at her touch. “Tell me. Tell me so I can help you.”

“Alright,” he agreed reluctantly, his voice a bit stronger than it had been before. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you.” He took a deep breath. “Most human women can’t have the child of an incubus. They’ll waste away if they try. But there is an occasional woman who can. These women are our mates, intended for a specific one of us, should they accept what we have to offer.”

“Which is?” she prompted, though she had no idea how this could relate to her at all.

He stared at her thoughtfully before saying, “Safety, wealth, happiness, children, more pleasure than they can comprehend, and an eternity of worshipful adoration and love.”

Jealousy towards his mate—whoever she was—swirled in her stomach, acidic and burning, her hand tightening around his unintentionally. “But why does that mean you can’t feed?”

“Once we meet our mates,” Tim began, “we can’t feed from anyone else. If they don’t accept us in time, we will starve.”

“So she rejected you?” she asked, shocked.

He shook his head. “I haven’t been rejected. I haven’t said anything about it until now.”

“Then you should tell her!” Lea insisted, standing up abruptly. “Tell me where she is, and I’ll tell her myself. I’m not letting you die, stupid. I—“

“Lea.” He grabbed her hand again. When she looked down at him in surprise, his expression was resigned and fearful all at once. “It’s you. You’re my mate.”

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DARKNESS 6 - Part 2

It was getting warmer by the second, my t-shirt was starting to glue to my body, and I just wanted to rip my jacket off. Isaac remained next to me, which confirmed his family was behind his appearance. I was happy he engaged with my little conversation – even if it was just a bit, even if his family made him be by my side – it still made me happy.

While I was struggling with my inability to control my discomfort from the heat and thought Isaac's little stay would end after I had my lunch, he proved me wrong as he told me to follow him outside. I tried to hide my sweating body from my parents as we walked outside. The faint breeze hit my face, which made me melt. I opened my jacket slightly to welcome it in, but it wasn't enough to satisfy my dehydrating body. The taste of the sweetness of the air made me want much more. I want to show you something. He told me as he watched me dissolve within the breeze. Heat wasn't a concern anymore, as he captivated me. I followed him, keeping a safe distance, afraid to scare him off with my voice or annoy him with my figure, I remained invisible. I wanted to explore his little world.

Through the trees we've been that same morning, skipping the blood that the ground drank, he took me away from my safety and closer to my desire. We walked for a while, the same skinny trees kept the landscape on our horizon, but I didn't know anymore where we were. I was lost in that forest, with only my captor to lead me out.

Whilst the fog seemed to be long gone, the heat kept rising, and I couldn't keep my composure. I had to show him again the marks he left on me, and I was afraid he would leave me. I took my jacket quietly, not to disturb his newfound patience. I tied my enemy to my waist and kept the pace. This far away from the house my parents wouldn't see.

When the trees started to fade a new place came to view. Much like my little friend, back at the old house, this one also shone to the sun. But unlike my little friend, Isaacs friend was much bigger, tranquil and unmoving. Down in a small quarry, surrounded by trees, was a lake. The water wasn't pristine blue, but I could still perceive the fish swimming around. A wooden deck was built at the side we came up through, which had a few things laying around, asserting it wasn't abandoned. Isaac helped me down past the rocks and to the lonesome deck. Down there, the air stood still, no wisp of breeze, only peace remained.

Isaac pulled off his shirt, forcing me to stop my cheeks from redden, averting my eyes from him. One more minute and you'll melt. He jumped in the greenish water, making it come to life. He wasn't wrong, I almost looked like I had already disturbed the quiet lake.

I took the jacket away from my waist and dropped it with the rest of the clutter, like he did, and jumped after him. The water wasn't too cold, just enough to take my warmness away. I opened my eyes to see the greenness void. I felt his movements though the waives he made. If I could've held my breath longer, I would have felt all of them. I came up to the surface where Isaac was waiting for my approval. I giggled with ecstasy, and he smiled – for the first time. I made certain to carve it into my memory, so I wouldn't forget this moment. He made me want to live so I could hope for another moment like that.

He turned around, diving into the new movement of the water; I followed. I'd dived deep into it, so I could touch the ground, to understand that it was real. Resurfacing with a found spirit of existence, I let out a scream of joy, that was answered with another scream from Isaac. It was pure bliss, another human communicating with me. Could I be normal too? I felt butterflies in my belly, coldness at the surface of my skin, I felt the air I was breathing... I was alive.

We laughed at our stupidness. I danced in the water, as the leaves danced in the air. I forgot about me.

I couldn't tell how long we stayed floating around, I wondered if I could stay there forever, but my wrinkled-up fingers told me no.

Isaac helped me out of the water, as the weight of my clothes pulled me back in.

I told him that was the most thrilling thing I've ever done. He smiled and handed me a chair. We sat in the sun's direction, waiting for the heat to hunt us again. We felt like completely different people. I wondered if he would let me be his friend. I stole a glimpse of him – water drops shining with the sunlight, glued to his body, others fleeing to the wooden floor. The image of the innocent young boy was being erased from my mind, replaced with him. His cut curls, his new framed features, his frowning face, his muscly body, his pleasant voice... I wanted to drown within him and his peculiarity.

I'm sorry. He spoke. I would have responded if I wasn't drunk with him. The bruises. He clarified. I wasn't sorry. They would keep you with me for as long as they dwelt. I told him not to worry, that I would keep them away from my parents.

He explained that it wasn't his intention to hurt me. I was afraid. He murmured.

I smiled, amused at his statement, and asked if he was afraid of me. He looked back at me – of course.

I pushed him for a reason, and although he didn't want to respond at first, he eventually told me. You took away my freedom.

Author's note: Thank you for reading! Btw I've edited all chapter on wattpad and fixed some spelling errors. I encourage you to read it all again because it's been a while too. Don't forget to support the story, like and comment. I would also appreciate if you could vote on the chapters on wattpad. Thank you!!

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cocosstories · 8 months

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Should I make a list of the boys/characters i will write for?

let me know

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yoursinsecret · 2 years

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i can sit down and read 74 chapters of an online fanfic all at once but god help me i cannot pick up a fucking book for the life of me

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hi fav writer - I have a question :)

Saw that you're also a fan of Timothee Chalamet (so am I haha) and now I'm wondering if you like Dune and Paul Atreides? Do you read or write fro him too?

have a lovely day

Hiiiii love! Good LORD do I LIKE DUNE?!??! Girl I BREATHE Dune 🤣😂 I had a Dune-dad who got me into the series when I was young, and so ofc when the first movie came out we went to see it and I was a GONER from the moment Chalamet smouldered his way onto the screen. Sitting between my dad and husband like an absolute whore. So YES! I love Dune. Massive nerd. Come talk to me about what makes the ornothopter engines fly (SPOILER: It's a giant mollusc)

I don't write for Paul, because my brain can't handle more than one fictional boyfriend at a time and that space is occupado at the moment. Plus, I'm not sure what that would look like. Lots of sand in awkward places. If I ever did go down that road I'd probably make a new account, I wouldn't want to bombard anyone with something they didn't sign up to 🤣 Plus - I feel like I'd mention too much nerdy shit. You don't need my Dune nerd shit when you're trying to be horny. Like the mollusc thing. BUT IF I DID.....Here's some oneshots you could expect from Paul Atreides x Reader

All the smutting smut with Paul on a sandworm. Absolutely. Ultimate danger-fuck.

Prescient wankst

Cockwarming and trying not to sweat as he fucks you in the stillsuits (logic be damned)

Gom Jabbar except he eats you out

Kriss knife fight to the death for your honour

#dune asks

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mrchalamet-mrstyles · 8 months

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https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.rollingstone.com/culture/culture-commentary/timothee-chalamet-kylie-jenner-club-chalamet-stan-culture-controversy-1234820673/amp/

Club Chalamet mentioned in rolling stone magazine.........

She keeps having the day she deserves 🤣

A fan account run by a Gen-Xer, coupled with a reference to a beloved fast-casual Italian eatery chain, was more than enough to make Club Chalamet go viral. The drama has obviously reignited a long-running internet discussion on parasocial relationships, a term used to describe fans investing immense emotional time and energy into a famous or fictional person without the other person even knowing they exist. But what most people have failed to address is the real problem in the room: stan culture’s intimate relationship with misogyny, and how it bleeds into real life.

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Fandom starts to get messy, however, when misogyny plays into it, especially when it comes to celebrity relationships. Stans are upset with Chalamet for dating Jenner, but their vitriol is aimed firmly at her. They think he’s a serious actor, and Jenner is a vapid Instagram model. “Kylie doesnt have anything to offer Timothee on an intellectual level,” reads a now-deleted tweet from a stan account,” while a Club Chalamet post wrote, “[Kylie] attracts a certain crowd that has very low IQs.” How could these two equally famous 27 and 26-year-olds, respectively, possibly enjoy each other’s company? She must be the problem. Some fans, Club Chalamet included, have even referred to the social media star as “Slurpee,” because they believe that like the drink, she is “artificial” and “unhealthy” for their favorite actor.

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There’s a real-life consequence to this narrative. Once it becomes acceptable for misogyny to be weaponized against celebrities’ new partners, it’s easier for those views to become mainstream in the court of public opinion. Most infamously, that is exactly what happened last year, when fans of the actor Johnny Depp started attacking his ex Amber Heard during her defamation trial against him, which she described as “humiliating and horrible.” Ironically, fellow Chalamet stans have even been misogynistic toward the woman who runs Club Chalamet, attacking her for her age rather than critiquing her seemingly unhealthy obsession with the actor’s personal life.

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meetmyothersouls · 8 months

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Posting some Halloween prompt fics tomorrow evening!

Stay tuned!

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Pool Girl pt. 2

RPF

Warnings: None

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,465

Part Two: The Real Mr. Chalamet

Timothee was laying back poolside, he’d been there all afternoon. He had a book in hand, reading when he heard the creak of his back gate. He looked up and saw Y/N, hair pulled back in a messy bun, white tank top over a bikini top and gray shorts. A smirk was automatic on his lips. She had a clipboard in her hands as she closed the gate behind her. She smiled when she saw him.

She walked over to Timothee and he grinned up at her. “Watchya reading, kid?” She asked him, coming to a stop in front of his lounger.

“Chronicles, Bob Dylan.”

“You’re one of those indie kids that like old folk music and foreign movies by directors no one has ever heard of, aren’t ya?” She asked as she dipped a vile into the pool water and put a few drops of another liquid into it.

“I’m a research for a role type.” He stood walking over to her.

“Role? Is that your hobby?”

“Something like that.” He knelt beside her. “I got all the stuff you said.”

“No, you didn’t.” She answered, not looking at him. “This is still off.”

“Well they didn’t have the exact type of whatever that is, so I got something close.”

“Show me.”

He walked her to the pool shed and pulled out a back. “This stuff.”

“Ah,” She shook her head, taking the bag. “See, this is more expensive but not as much chlorine in it. Sometimes you don’t get what you pay for.” She hands him back the bag. “I’ll go to the pool place on the other side of the city and get you the good stuff.” She writes on the clipboard. “Here is the invoice for the last two weeks. Be sure to give it to your parents.” She signs the bottom and hands it to him.

“Y/N.” He says as he reads the invoice. “The number here is yours or the company?”

“The company.” She shakes her head with a giggle, writing on the clipboard in her hand still. “Tell your parents I’ll be back next week-”

“You’ll be back next week?”

“Yeah, Sal is still out of town.” She flipped the papers and looked back up at Timothee. “Who cleans this pool in between visits?”

“I do.”

“Make sure you get the corners. You can get buildup there and once it gets thick enough it can erode. Let me know when is a good day to come by and I’ll give it a good cleaning.”

He raised his brow. “Like you get into the pool?’

“Yeah.” She said, looking at him with an odd look. “How else do you expect me to clean the leaves at the bottom?”

“Oh, yeah, my pool vacuum is busted.”

“Seriously?!” She places her hands on her hips. “Well, that explains a lot!”

“Sorry! I didn’t think it would make that big of a difference!” He raises his shoulders. “I usually just pass the net over the top when I come out here.”

“Don’t your parents check this stuff?”

“Parents aren’t around much.” He told her with a smirk. “But,” He holds up a finger. “I can get the payment now.”

“Oh really?!” She raises her brows. “You mean your parents are actually home?”

“Follow me.” He tells her as he starts towards the house.

Y/N follows him through the yard and into the house. As she walks through the French doors that lead through the living room she looks around. She lets out a whistle. “Damn, this is a nice place!” The house had hardwood floors and expensive tile. Fresh white carpets and huge paintings hung from the walls. The cold air hit her like a welcome hug as she walked through the house, feeling refreshed from the heat. “God, it feels good in here!” She exclaimed. “Your parents' electric bill must be sky high in this heat.”

“Electric bill isn’t too bad.” He grins, looking back at her. “Want a cold water?”

“I won’t say no.” She smiled at him.

Timothee grabs her an icy bottle from a cooler and hands it to her. “Here you go. The heat is brutal this summer.”

“Thank you!” She opens it and practically downs it.”It is killer on the road in this all day.” She tells him, taking a break from drinking.

“At least you can dress comfortably.” Timothee says, stopping at the counter. “Some companies make their workers wear these ugly polo shirts and khakis.” He makes a grimace.

“I know!” She places her bottle down. “I’d die!”

“I’m pretty sure clients don’t mind that you wear what you do.” He raises a brow and smirks.

“Smooth, kid.” She rolls her eyes. “So, what do your parents do to afford such a snazzy place?” She looks around a little as she drinks. “Brokers or something?”

“They are in the movie industry.” He says slyly.

“Figures.” She looks over to Timothee and he gives a chuckle. “Producers or something like that?”

“Something like that.” He tells her with a grin. He pulls out a check book from a drawer and begins writing.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” She holds out a hand, stopping him. “Are you forging your dad’s name on a check?! I can’t accept that! Are you insane?!”

“Well It’s a good thing I am not forging anything.” He tells her, sliding the check across the counter then placing his driver’s license next to it. Y/N picks up the check and reads his name across the top and looks at his license. No “junior” or “the second” written behind his name. “And no, I’m not named after my dad. His name is Marc.” He adds as if reading her mind.

“Wait,” She looks up at him with the check and license in each hand. “So, this is your house?”

He gives a sly little smile as he nods. “Yes.”

“You own this-” She motions around. “All of this?”

“That’s how ownership works.” His grin grows.

“I’m sorry, how old are you?!” She asks, with a look of confusion.

“I’m 27.” He laughs.

“I- okay,” She gives a double take. “Don’t take this the wrong way but you look like fourteen.”

“When I don’t shave, I can pass for 16.” He says jokingly.

“I-I-” She places the license and check down on the counter. She ran a hand over her face. “My uncle is gonna kill me.” She mumbled then looked up at Timothee, putting an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry I was such a smart ass. I didn’t know you really were the owner. I thought-”

“That I was a spoiled little rich brat?” Timothee lets out a laugh. “It’s fine.” He takes a step closer, grabbing his license and putting it back in his wallet. “I thought it was cute.”

“I- you what?” Shaking her head, she looked back at him.

“You being all defensive. It was cute.” He gave a shrug. “And you didn’t take any crap from me. Even though you thought I was a rich brat. I liked that. You didn’t let me walk all over you just because I have money. Most people try to kiss my ass.”

“I’m glad my being bitchy gave such a good impression.” She paused then looked back at him. “Why’d you make me believe you lived with your parents at first?”

“Again, I thought you were cute. And Sal told me he would be sending his 24 year old niece to take over for a bit.”

“I see. Tit for tat.”

“Exactly. I was also caught off guard because you’re so pretty. And for a hot minute I thought you may have broken into my yard.” He confessed.

“Are you-” She gave a surprised expression, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”.

“I am giving a pretty girl a compliment.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “If that pretty girl should happen to want to give me her number, I wouldn’t say no.”

Y/N chuckled. “Okay, I’m going to head out on this one.” She grabbed the check from the counter. “You are a little too-”

“Forward? Ballsy? Up front?” Timothee offers as he follows her to the back door.

“I was gonna say full of yourself and a little smug.” She turned back around to him. “I’ll be back with your chlorine in a day or two.”

“I’ll be here, Y/N.” He smiles at her.

“Goodbye, Mr. Chalamet.” She says sarcastically as she walks out the door.

Timothee watches her walking through his yard and gathering her things. He smiles again as she looks back at the house. “I accept your challenge, Y/N.” He says to himself before walking away from the back door.

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CHAPTER 2 IS LIVE!

Thanks for all your amazing comments on this silly, silly story ha!!

Keep reading >> https://archiveofourown.org/works/45398683/chapters/114342337

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Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Three: Lie Still, Close Your Eyes

AO3 one two three

Yes, yes, I know. It took me three months. In my defense, I was writing Confessions. And also, this is pretty standard for me; that’s why I usually don’t post until the fic is done. But anyway, enjoy.

Take it home, take it off, ‘cause I can’t take anymore; it’s your touch, it’s your taste, it’s your dress on the floor. Take it home, take it off, ‘cause I’ve been waiting all night for you and this is what I’m gonna do. Ice, ice, mealy your heart; baby girl, let down your guard. Rush, rush, for that touch; just one taste, can’t get enough.- The White Tie Affair, Take It Home

Tim texted her all weekend. At first, she wondered why he was texting her. She figured maybe he was contacting her about a work thing, though she had no clue what that might be.

As it turned out, it was not at all a work thing. He never mentioned work once. He really had wanted to know more about her schooling. He told her about his family, that his father was French, like from France levels of French, that he’d spent summers there with his grandparents as a kid. His sister was an aspiring actress, and he wanted to be one, too, but had some difficulty getting into more than just commercials. She wondered if he was any good.

By the time Tuesday rolled around, Lea knew tons about him. She knew his middle name (Hal) and she knew his birthday (December 27th). She even knew where he’d gone to high school.

He’d opened up to her so quickly, so easily, as if the story of his life was written on the pages of a book sitting in front of her, just waiting to be read. She found herself confiding in him, too; she told him about her mother and sisters, that her father had abused her mother and was no longer around. At one point, he’d ask her outright if that was why she’d never kissed anyone before, and she confirmed his guess despite her embarrassment.

Still, despite knowing him quite well by the time they next saw one another, she was terribly nervous about seeing Tim again.

When he came to pick her up and she slid into the passenger side of his car, he was beaming at her, looking her up and down.

“Hi!” he exclaimed happily. “You look adorable.”

Lea blinked up at him. “Oh, um.” She gulped anxiously. “Thanks.”

He drove off, prattling away about something or other. When they arrived, he opened the car door for her and offered her his hand. She took it, stepping out onto the pavement.

Tim was grinning down at her like she the mere sight of her was the best thing he’d seen in his entire life, and he didn’t let go of her hand as they walked through the doors.

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He’d shot for so long that it was early one evening several weeks later by the time he was driving her home, and he walked her to her apartment building, the bustling New Yorkers swerving around them.

Lea turned back to face him, her cheeks pink from the memory of the orgasm he’d given her earlier that day as they’d kissed hungrily. “Well,” she said awkwardly, “thanks for the ride home. I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem,” he told her with a smile, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. She gave him a little wave and turned towards the door of her building to go inside, but he stopped her. “Lea?”

Turning back towards him, unsure of what the tone in his voice meant— if it meant anything at all, for that matter. “Yeah?”

He shifted from one foot to the other, like he was anxious.

What on earth could a man like that have to be anxious about?

“Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?” The words came out rushed, flowing from his lips like a waterfall of syllables, and it took her a few seconds to decipher them.

Once she had, however, her eyes widened until she rather resembled an owl. “W— what?” Lea squeaked.

Tim brushed his hair from his eyes, shooting her a small smile. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” he repeated, a bit slower this time.

“I…” She couldn’t seem to formulate words. Or maybe they just refused to come out. She wasn’t sure. Either way, it took a few loud thuds of her heart before she was able to force any sound from vocal chords. “Wouldn’t, uh. Wouldn’t that be like… a conflict of interest or something?”

He laughed quietly, taking a step closer. “No, of course not. Just me thanking a beautiful girl for helping me do my job.” After a moment of him staring down at her, he added, “I honestly don’t know how I ever managed without you.”

She swallowed. “Glad I’m able to help, then.”

She considered his request as he looked down at her expectantly. Would she get in trouble? She knew she couldn’t, like… date him or anything, of course not. He had sex with other women, and regardless of the reason he was doing it, how was she supposed to deal with something like that? But he’d said it was just to thank her for helping him and she did enjoy his company.

What could be the harm?

“Yeah, okay,” she finally conceded. “If you’re sure it’s okay.”

“Positive.” He seemed so damn happy about her agreeing that she honestly didn’t know how to react. He was… disarmingly attractive.

It was distracting.

He took her out the following night after she got out of class.

She did her makeup and dressed in a fairly nice dress, but not so nice she thought she might be seen as trying too hard.

Okay, so maybe she liked him a little bit. Big deal. It’s not like anything would ever come of it, anyway. He’d never made a move on her outside of work, and that was most definitely for the best on account of the whole… pornstar thing.

He was sweet and courteous and, as she understood it, a perfect gentleman.

On Thursday, Lea found herself being tugged by the hand into his dressing room, and she was immediately pinned against the door with his lips on hers and his hands squeezing her hips.

She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Tim hiked up the skirt of her dress and slotted his knee between her legs, rubbing against her panties insistently.

She was panting by the time he moved on to her neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin there as she arched into him. “Touch me,” she begged.

“Fuck.” The word was a groan against her throat, his teeth grazing her flesh, and he reached up with one hand to squeeze her breast. “So big,” he murmured. “What I wouldn’t give to see them. Suck on them.”

She leaned further into his touch, and he squeezed a bit harder. “You want to see…?”

“I’ve never wanted to see a woman naked so badly in my life,” he informed her bluntly, pulling back from her slightly.

Lea gulped.

Okay, so looking up at him now, she realized two things. First, that her feelings towards him were most definitely of the romantic sort. Second, she trusted him enough to see her naked. This was odd, as they were friends and nothing more—outside of work, of course—, but she actually kind of wanted him to, which was a bizarre realization in and of itself.

“I can… I can show you,” she told him hesitantly. His eyes widened, and she continued. “If… if you’d like to see, I can show you.”

“You don’t have to,” he assured her hurriedly.

“I know,” she said with a small, hesitant smile. “I don’t mind. I trust you.”

He smirked at her, then took her by the hand and walked backwards towards the couch before plopping down on it.

She was wearing a casual, flowy green dress that ended just above her knees, and he gripped the edge of the material lightly, watching her flushed face intently. “Why don’t you strip for me?”

“W— what?” she squeaked.

Tim’s hand traveled up beneath her dress, just past the hem. Not too high, but just enough to make her core clench. “Stra-rip,” he enunciated slowly.

She watched the way his mouth moved with each syllable; he was mesmerizing. Then, slowly, ever since slowly, she lifted her dress up over her head and dropped it next to him on the couch. She was wearing bright pink panties—with her hair being red, she never got to wear pink where people could see it, and she quite liked pink—, and her bra was a soft cream color with a little bow in the middle.

Bras in Lea’s size were always rather uninspired.

“God,” Tim groaned, yanking his shirt off. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Thanks,” she said awkwardly, fidgeting with a curl that had fallen loose from behind her ear. He was pulling his pants off, his boxers following shortly after, and Lea flushed when she saw how hard he was.

He pumped himself with one hand and trailed a hand up her bare thigh with another. “Do you still want me to see you? Are you okay with that?”

Nodding, she nibbled on her lip before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. She slid the straps from her shoulders and, without looking at him, let the garment fall to the floor. She watched it do so and then continued to stare at it as she bent over to pull her panties down.

When she stood back up, he stared at her for a moment before reaching out to touch her again, his hands lightly brushing against her outer thighs, then sliding up to her waist. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, rough. “Can I…”

Lea nodded jerkily, finding herself unable to speak just then.

His hands—so large, so warm, so soft—moved to cup her breasts gently, his thumbs swiping over her pebbling nipples, and she inhaled sharply.

“You like that?” Tim asked quietly, the words hesitant, almost. When she nodded wordlessly, he squeezed a bit harder. “You’re so beautiful. God, your tits… they’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

She laughed shakily. “I seriously doubt that, given your choice in career.”

He shook his head, squeezing again and pinching each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her whimper. “No,” he breathed. “No one else’s have ever been attached to you, Lea.”

She gasped, arching into his touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Can I suck on them? Please? I want them in my mouth.”

“Y— yeah,” she agreed.

He grabbed her by the hips and yanked her closer, latching onto one of her breasts immediately and beginning to suckle.

It felt incredible. She hadn’t been expecting it to feel quite so good, actually. Lea threw her head back, clutching his hair with a low moan. He growled against her skin, taking her nipple gently between his teeth. She gasped, pressing his face further into her breast. He reached around to grip her ass with both hands, squeezing it eagerly.

“So fuckin’ hot,” he muttered as he switched to the other breast.

“Tim,” she whimpered, “that feels—“

“You like it?”

She nodded shakily, her chest heaving.

Suddenly, he pulled back from her, gripping her arms and looking into her eyes intently. “Lea,” he began firmly. She blinked down at him in response, in somewhat of a daze. “Can I… can I eat you out?”

Her mouth fell open. “You… you wanna do that?” She swallowed anxiously.

Tim nodded vigorously. “I really, really want to. We don’t have to, of course, but…” He glanced down at the apex of her thighs. Most of what his eyes were searching for was concealed, she knew—thigh gap? What’s that?—, but he could see some of her. When he spoke again, his voice was a little choked-sounding. “But god do I want to.”

She swallowed again—or tried to, anyway; her throat was too dry for her to manage it—before nodding. “Okay. If… if you want to.”

“Don’t feel like you have to,” he insisted firmly, taking her hands in his and squeezing them. “You can say no or tell me to stop or slow down, anything you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with is okay.”

“No, I…” Lea let out a slow, shaky exhale. “I trust you,” she said again. “And… I want you to.”

He groaned, pulling her down so she’d replaced his spot on the couch, and then he spread her legs and knelt between them.

Tim kissed her inner thigh softly, his gaze hot on hers. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He smirked. “Good.” With that, he nipped her thigh, chuckling softly at her little gasp of surprise before trailing more kisses closer and closer to where she really wanted him.

Was she shaking? She might’ve been shaking. One of his hands left her leg to reach up and squeeze her breast, rolling her nipple between his long, nimble fingers.

Lea whimpered, arching into his touch. He was so close to where she needed him. She was clenching repeatedly on her own emptiness, and she thought she’d die if he didn’t give her what she needed.

Then, his fingertips finally—finally—brushed against her wetness, and he hummed low in his throat with interest.

“Fuck,” Tim murmured, “you’re soaked. You really want this, huh?”

Too embarrassed to confirm this verbally, she clenched her eyes shut and nodded once.

“No, no,” he told her placatingly, moving the hand on her breast up to cup her cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed.” Lea squinted her eyes open hesitantly to find Tim smiling softly up at her, like he was trying to reassure her. “I like that I made you this wet. It’s sexy.”

She gulped. “Really?”

“Mhm.” He nipped her inner thigh again, and she chewed the inside of her lip.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Lea,” he promised.

The way Tim was looking at her was heated, but it was also a question— he was asking for a final stamp of approval from her before continuing. She nodded once, and that was all he needed.

The hand on her cheek migrated back to squeeze her breast and tweak her nipple, and he dove in. Lea yelped when she felt soft, gentle licks along her slit, just barely brushing over her clit. Still, his eyes watched her face closely, reading her expressions and paying attention to each reaction he elicited from her.

“Can I put my fingers inside you?” he breathed, the heat of his exhalation on her wet, flushed skin making her shudder.

“Yes.”

The first finger slid in easily, and he curled it within her before pulling it out again and thrusting two fingers back into her this time.

She gasped, lifting her pelvis to meet his touch. “Fuck, you’re…” He inhaled sharply. “You’re really tight.”

Should she thank him? Was it a compliment? What—

Tim nipped her inner thigh again, and she yelped. “Stop overthinking,” he chided gently, looking up at her with dark eyes. “Don’t think. Just feel.” She nodded back at him unblinkingly, and he grinned. “I’m gonna lick you now, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed, focusing on the way he was moving his fingers inside her and not on what he was about to do and how self-conscious it made her.

With that, he brushed his tongue against her clit in a feather-light touch, and Lea jolted. It was strange— warm and wet and altogether foreign. She wasn’t entirely sure what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this.

He licked her again, just as light as before, but more slowly this time. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, curling them each time, never taking his eyes off her face, not even for a second. Swirling the tip of his tongue around her clit, he reached up with his free hand to squeeze her breast and tweak her nipple.

Lea whimpered, arching her back and throwing her right arm across her eyes. He licked a bit faster, and she moaned low in her throat, reaching down with her left hand to hold him against her without even really thinking about it. He chuckled softly, and the vibrations made her clench around his thrusting fingers.

“Feel good?” he wanted to know, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She nodded jerkily, her eyes clenched shut beneath her arm. “Good.”

With that, he resumed licking her, his tongue moving faster now, making her breath come in short, gasping pants. The hand she had in his hair clenched, and he must’ve known she was getting close.

Tim seemed to know her body better than she did, which made sense as he’d been the one to give her her first-ever orgasm just s grew weeks ago, but she wasn’t able to think about that. As it happened, she wasn’t able to think about anything at all. Her mind had been filled with fog, and she couldn’t formulate a single thought.

He took her clit between his lips and sucked on it gently, curling his fingers inside her again, and she exploded with a gasp of his name.

Lea panted, her arms collapsing at her sides. The room was still spinning when he pulled his fingers out of her and sat up, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat on the couch next to her.

“So,” Tim began, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against him, “how’d you like it?”

She stared dazedly at the wall across from the couch. “That was…”

Words. Words were hard. How could she even describe that experience?

“…Amazing,” she finally decided.

“Good.”

Lea was about to open her mouth to say something—she wasn’t entirely sure what—, but there were several swift raps from the other side of the door that cut off her thought before it had entirely formed.

“We’re ready for you,” came the voice of a production assistant.

“‘Kay,” he called through the door.

Wait, she thought in a bit of a panic, I didn’t touch him, what if he’s not hard—

But then he stood, and she saw that he was, in fact, very hard.

“Here,” he told her quietly, handing her her clothes and waiting patiently as she dressed. “I’ll see you after, okay?”

Lea nodded, watching as he strolled from the room with that casual confidence she was quickly growing to adore, and tried to push down the jealousy brewing in her stomach at the knowledge of what he was about to go do.

Aaaaaaand that’s chapter three! Please give me all of your thoughts! All. Of. Them.

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