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valsarchives · 10 months

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we belong together - t.c.

Timothée Chalamet x OC

a/n: so this is my first time posting x OC AU and I’m kinda nervous but yeah, enjoy!

miramelbourne

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miramelbourne what a night

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tchalamet what a night indeed.

miramelbourne 🤠🫦

miramybaby what do you mean miss?????

timirastan ok mr. and mrs. we-talk-so-secretly.

miralotheefan we need to know what happened that night 😩

user_28438 are they dating?

timmyxmimi well, there is nothing confirmed but we hope they are because they’re so good together 🫠

randomuser she’s dating with Ben Barnes

timotheefan15 bro what 💀 they’re besties

mirasbabygirl You SLAYED as always 💅🏻

kissmemira My lady looks so sexy as always 🫦

msmelbourne 🛐🛐🛐

tchalafann she’s so fine 😮‍💨

zendaya i missed you like crazyyyy

miramelbourne me too baby me too 🥲

timmytimmy hey sexy 🥵

pauline.chalamet what a woman

miramelbourne making me blush I see miss chalamet

pauline.chalamet 😏💋

tchalamet 🤠

miramelbourne no need to be jealous t

tchalamet oh I’m gonna show you who’s jealous

timmyfann AAAAAAAAAAAAA

timmyxmimi SHOW US TOO TIM

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tchalamet

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tchalamet TC x MM for chaneloffical

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miramelbourne 😋

tchalamet 🫠

chanelofficial 🖤

tchalafann parents!!!

timmytimmy oh, look at my husband with his girl

benbarnes the second picture tho mhmmm

tchalamet challenge accepted mhmmm

benbarnes fight me boy mhmmm

chalafann LMAO MHMMM

miralotheefan we see ur jealousy boy mhmmm

miramybaby ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

kissmemira ok but can you guys admit that ur dating already so i can live in peace 🙄

stephanebak i love this

timmyfan04 our guy pretty like a girl 😭

mirasbabygirl the iconic chanel couple 🙌🏻

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miramelbourne

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miramelbourne MM x CC chanelofficial

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tchalamet Ladies and Gentlemen… Miranda Janelle Melbourne.

miramelbourne 🥰

chalametfann we love the man who always supports his girl 🥹

zendaya marry me😡

miramelbourne when? 💋

tchalamet such a fangirl

zendaya yeah, what about it?

chanelofficial love this look 🖤

miramybaby MIRANDA MELBOURNE WORLD DOMINATION

timchalfan Hopefully we'll see her again at the Venice Film Festival! She’d slay as always.

msmelbourne we will girl it’s confirmed!!! 🥹

mimirayray ICON!!!

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mirandaupdates my babies 🥹🥹🥹

via tchalametnews on Twitter.

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msmelbourne she’s also wearing his cap and sunglasses 😭

randomuser i wonder how she’s allowed to wear the stuff she wears, i mean not in this one obviously but she always wears revealing clothes and Timothée is a jealous man.

chalafann bruh he always supports her and he has no right to speak about what she wears, which is the fact that he’s aware, hell he probably wears even more revealing clothes than her lol. And Timothée is jealous yes, but not toxic.

timotheefan15 GUYS, GO LOOK FOR TIMOTHÈE’S LAST POST OMFG

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tchalamet

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tchalamet It’s been a crazy journey, but you can't imagine how grateful I am to have you by my side. You’ve made me a better man since the day I met you. I’m so happy that you’re mine. I can never get enough of you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I promise you that I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world like you made me the happiest man on earth. And I want to raise a toast to that.

To us.

Happy 2nd anniversary my love, you’re my whole world.

p.s. i know i said i won’t post the first pic but i can’t help it you’re so cute :3

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miramelbourne WHATKDDJSKDJELFJFKK 😭😭😭😭😭

miramelbourne I THINK YOU JUST BROKE ME

tchalamet then come here and cuddle me

miramelbourne THAT’S SO CHEESY LIKE WHATTT

tchalamet hey!!

miramelbourne GOD I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

tchalamet I love you more

miramelbourne YOU’RE FORGIVEN BTW

tchalamet ��

zendaya FINALLY

miralotheefan GIRL YOU KNEW?

florencepugh happy anniversary my babies 🥺

miramelbourne thank you love 💗

tomholland2013 we should celebrate!!

zendaya yesyesyes

tchalamet yep

benbarnes guess you won the challenge huh?

tchalamet as always 😏

henrycavill 🖤

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chanelofficial Happy anniversary 🖤

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timmyxmimi WHAT WHAT WHATTTTT

msmelbourne SO YOU’VE BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME????? FOR TWO YEARS??????

timmytimmy BOYFRIEND TIMOTHEE CONTENT BOYFRIEND TIMOTHEE CONTENT 😩

mirandafann TWO YEARS EXCUSE ME??!!

chalafann I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TWO DATED FOR TWO YEARS AND WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THAT

miramybaby I MEAN HOW CAN YOU HIDE IT SO GOOD

timotheefan15 AAAAAAAH 💖💖💖

mirasbabygirl Mira you got him whipped for you girllll 🥹

kissmemira now we’ll see boyfriend Timmy?? 🥹💗

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lixzey · 6 months

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Can't Help Falling In Love

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.

“What do you think happened? It was a crazy night.” Kate asked curiously.

“Kate, can you come by my place?” Angelisse asked with a shaky voice.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

Angelisse thanked her and hung up the phone. Maybe Kate could help her piece together what happened that night. Angelisse's head was spinning, how could she be so recklessly stupid that night? How could she let the alcohol take over her? It certainly wasn't in her books—getting married on a drunken Vegas escapade. Angelisse wanted to scream, she wanted to break every thing that was in her reach. This marriage—to an unknown man—would ruin her if it ever got out. She was engaged just days ago for crying out loud!

Angelisse paced around her apartment, the document still in hand. What was she supposed to do? The brunette slumped on the couch throwing the document to the side, and burying her face in her hands.

“This can't be real, please be just a nightmare.” It must be a nightmare, it can't be real. Angelisse's whole life she had been perfect in her mother's eyes, in her boyfriend's—now fiancé's eyes. And now here she was, in a complicated situation that may or may not ruin her perfect life.

Minutes later, there was a knock on her door. Her best friend was at her doorstep, a worried look on her pale face.

As soon as Angelisse opened the door, she flung her arms around her best friend's neck, “Kate, thank God you're here.” Kate stepped inside and looked at her worriedly, concerned for what she might tell her.

“What’s up?” Kate asked, looking at her best friend with curiosity.

Angelisse sighed before slumping on the couch again. She held the marriage certificate out for Kate to see. Kate took a look at the document, and her eyes widened with shock. “What the actual fuck!? You're married to Timothée fucking Chalamet!? How the hell did that happen!?”

“You found me on the pavement the next day, Kate! What the hell do you think!?” Angelisse let out an exasperated sigh as she sunk further into the soft white couch.

"Holy..." Kate didn't know what to say. She was shocked to say the least—what in the world was going on? Her best friend was married to Timothée Chalamet, the hottest actor to ever walk the earth! How the fuck did her best friend end up married to the Dune actor!?

“Angelisse Emmanuelle Evans, you little shit.’’ Kate muttered, her eyes still glued to the document. Angelisse, on the other hand, had her face buried in a pillow.

“I'm fucked. I'm dead.” the brunette mumbled into her pillow.

“You didn't know you were married until now!? God, this was a year ago!”

“You were the one who pushed me to let loose!” Angelisse argued, lifting her head up. “This is your fault as much as it is mine.”

Kate scoffed, “My fault? I told you to enjoy the night, not go off and get married!“ She rolled her eyes at her friend, before taking a seat beside her. “Tell me what you remember from that night. Don't leave out anything.”

Angelisse groaned, she didn't actually remember much, but maybe they could piece together what had actually happened. “I remember dancing and drinking my ass off. Then, I went to the bathroom. After that, everything's a blur.”

“Oh, baby, I think I'm in love with you,”

Kate thought for a moment, trying to remember anything from the night of her bachelorette party. “That’s… that’s it? Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath. "I remember you disappearing off to the bathroom. And we lost track of you for a while. You came back an hour later and told us that you were with a 'really hot guy'. No doubt that was Timothée Chalame, hence his name on this paper.” Kate explained, waving the marriage certificate in her hand.

“Marry me?”

“Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go to. No one will know.”

“I don't even know who that guy is! And now I'm fucking married to him!” Angelisse snapped. The only memories that she had kept rewinding in her head.

Kate couldn’t wrap her mind around the situation Angelisse had found herself in. A marriage to a guy that she couldn’t remember from a night of debauchery.

“Timothée Chalamet is a famous actor, you dumb fuck!” Kate said incredulously.

“He's what!?” Angelisse widened, “He's famous!?” she quickly whipped her phone out and searched for her husband on google.

There he was, the French-American award winning actor.

“One night we lose track of you, and you end up getting married.” Kate mused.

“I'm fucked. Absolutely fucked! James had just proposed and-”

“James proposed?” Kate repeated, her eyes widening in shock. Kate was dumbfounded. James, Angelisse's long term boyfriend, had proposed to her. They had been together for six years, with Kate's husband being the one who introduced the two, years ago. Kate looked at her friend, and her expression was both of shock and worry.

“Oh boy.” Kate muttered.

“What am I going to do now!? i'm getting married in a year and I'm already married to a fucking superstar!”

Kate fell silent. In all honesty, she didn't know what to tell her friend. She wanted to hit her and knock some sense back in her—Angelisse was always the sensible one—but now, the woman in front of her was utterly distraught.

“I guess you have two options.” Kate said finally, breaking the long pause. “You can go find Timothée. Find out what happened last February, find out if he even remembers this ever happened. But, what are the odds he even remembers? Get a divorce or annulment, whatever the hell that works.”

The reality was setting in for the both of them. The situation between Angelisse's unexpected marriage to the actor was not going down without problems. He was famous, and if word got out about his 'spontaneous' wedding in Vegas, both of them would get eaten alive by the media.

“Or I could make it as if it never happened.” Angelisse whispered.

“The situation would be slightly more…” Kate paused, “….messy, you know? With Timothée and everything.”

“But you’d never see him again. Or…” Kate was hesitant to say the rest of what she was thinking.

“Or what?” the brunette pressed forward.

“You tell James the truth,” Kate offered with a small smile, “I mean, divorce and annulment proceedings take months—years even. He'll find out eventually, and when that happens, all hell will break loose. Better to hear from you, right?”

She was married to Timothée Chalamet, famous Hollywood actor and one of the most sought after bachelors around. That wasn't a fact you could just sweep under the rug.

“He'll be so disappointed with me, you know how he is....”

“But he deserves to know.” Kate gave her a sympathetic smile, “Angel, would you rather have him find out the truth from you or from someone else?”

Angelisse looked at her friend. She was right, but she wasn't going to risk it. She had already done it, why not try to make it right? She thought about it, and it was basically cheating. But she at least had to try, right?

“I'm going to find Timothée fucking Chalamet and I'm going to get this fixed.”

Kate eyed her friend, an amused look plastered on her face. She and Angelisse had grown up together, their mothers being friends and all. In Kate's eyes, Angelisse was strong and independent, but James? He pulls her down—discouraging her friend every chance he gets, but Angelisse doesn't see that.

“Did you get his number? No, wait, of course you didn't, you were drunk out of your mind.” Kate sighed, shaking her head furiously. “You're one stupid bitch, you know that?”

“Just help me!”

“That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.” Kate smirked at the anxious brunette in front of her who in turn, glared at her.

“This is the worst day of my life.” Angelisse muttered under her breath.

“Check your phone. Maybe you saved his number or something that could help. I'll ask my husband if he can help.” Kate offered. “Get some rest, you're gonna need it.”

“Or the best, really. You're Timotée Chalamet's fucking wife!” Kate chuckled, playfully shoving her friend. “It's literally every girl's dream!”

Angelisse groaned loudly. “Not helping!”

Angelisse rolled her eyes. “You better keep this a secret.”

“Oh, I will.”

After a few more assurances from Kate, Angelisse was finally left alone in her apartment. She opened up her phone and started to scan each and every app on her phone for clues or if she was lucky, his number. Angelisse stopped in her contacts, there was an unknown contact. Instead of a name, it was all emojis. How had she not even seen this before?

🥵🥵🥵🥵

Angelisse fidgeted with her thumbs, still debating whether she should text or call the number. What if it was him? How the hell should she tell him that they were married—in Vegas, drunk and out of their minds. It was news that if they weren't careful, it would blow up in their faces in the worst way possible. Maybe more for him than for her, but that's besides the point. She needed to get this marriage annulled, divorced, or whatever it is just to let the issue die.

Angelisse sighed, before finally clicking on the contact.

Hi, is this Timothée Chalamet?

Though Angelisse didn't remember much about what had happened that night, her mind couldn't forget the most beautiful shade of green eyes she had ever seen. Remembering his eyes felt like a dream that she didn't want to wake up from. His eyes shone like emeralds under the neon lights. Angelisse's breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat.

The brunette tossed her phone to the side and just hoped for the best. Would he even answer to an unknown number? Would she even get the chance to fix this marriage that should've not happened in the first place?

Feeling the weight of the drama tiring her down, Angelisse slipped into the bathroom for a much needed bath. She needed to relax, even for just an hour. If he answered—which was a long shot given his status as a celebrity—she could convince him to end their marriage. They were only married on paper, surely Timothée Chalamet has his eyes on some sexy model.

Brushing off the thoughts of her famous 'husband', Angelisse slipped out of her clothes and jumped into the clawfoot bathtub. She hissed as soon as the hot water came in contact with her skin before settling in the warmth surrounding her.

She wondered about how her life would turn out after clearing the marriage issues and finally marrying James. It felt surreal. Getting married to the man who she called her boyfriend for the past six years. Deep down, she knew it wasn't the best idea. And yet, here she was, engaged and soon to be married.

Angelisse took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. Her thoughts drifted to the handsome man with soft chocolate curls and mesmerizing green eyes.

“Damn you, Timothée Chalamet.”

Angelisse got out of the tub, droplets of water clinging onto her body. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off. The brunette walked back to her room and put on a white shirt and denim shorts before going back to the living room where her phone was. She sat down on the couch and opened her phone—searching for her husband on google, again.

Timothée Chalamet was undeniably handsome. Angelisse could't deny that, she would be an idiot if she did. He's got that James Dean day dream look in his eyes that could make a woman's knees buckle at the sight of him. He has starred in Interstellar, Lady Bird, Call Me By Your Name, Beautiful Boy, The King, Little Women—which was one of Angelisse's favorite books—Dune, and an upcoming the Wonka movie. He has gotten multiple awards throughout his career and by the looks of it, he'll be receiving more. Timothée was a year older than her, being born on December 14th, 1996—just two weeks and a year apart. He was born and raised in Hell's Kitchen, while Angelisse was born and raised in the Upper East Side. Both of them had gone to Columbia University—the only difference was Angelisse, unlike him, had finished college. They had surprisingly a lot in common, but there's one thing about him that made the situation much worse.

He was dating Kylie Jenner.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, snapping Angelisse out of her thoughts.

Of course, Angelisse knew who she was. She has watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians before and frankly in her opinion, it was annoying and disgusting—they were too problematic for her liking. And her 'husband' was dating her, apparently since the start of 2023 and last September 4th, they went public.

Angelisse was not the type of girl to get into gossip, but there were rumors that Timothée's relationship with the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner was just a PR move.

Angelisse hoped that it was, because she was not in the mood to go face to face with that woman about her boyfriend being married to her. Well, technically, she was Timothée's wife. And Timothée was having an 'affair' with Kylie Jenner. It was funny, but when she thought about it, it was shit.

Yes, this is Timothée. Who's this? How did you get my number?

Angelisse felt her heart beat rapidly inside of her chest. It was him. Her husband. Timothée fucking Chalamet.

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas, you fucking idiot.

“What do I do now?” Angelisse muttered as she stared at the text message. What was she supposed to say? I'm your wife. You married me in Vegas?

Angelisse sighed, leaning back on the couch, phone still in hand.

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palettesofrenaissance · 3 months

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I don't know if AO3 says it yet, but my second attempt of venturing into Dark Fic/Dark AU territory was just posted, if anyone is interested. Sequel to Permanent Marker

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 7 months

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Moodboard by @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter nine: don’t be ridiculous

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

All my work is 18+.

If only I could just read your cursive mind and know what you’re thinking, know what you’re needing, I can try by just guessing what’s inside. But it’s never that easy, so please come and tell me; are you in or are you out? Are you still searching for something you haven’t found? I know it’s hard for you, but you’re killing me right now, so will you love me or let me down?- We The Kings, Love Me or Let Me Down

Elle had a school trip early in the second semester. The week leading up to it had been so hectic for her that Tim hadn’t been able to come home, not even for a night. So when Elle finally left, Lea was beyond excited for some alone time with Tim.

The night Elle left, Lea was in the kitchen of their house, checking on the gumbo—Tim had never had homemade gumbo, which, as a Cajun, Lea found absolutely mind boggling, like, how could he go thirty-six years of his life completely gumboless?—when she heard the door open.

“Baby?” he called.

“In the kitchen!”

Footsteps, and then a contented sigh. “It’s so good to be home with you. What’s that smell, by the way?”

“Gumbo,” Lea informed him. “My mom’s is better than this will probably be, especially so young, but it’s going pretty good so far.”

“Young?” He sounded confused.

“It’s supposed to be aged a bit,” Lea explained, ignoring the steam as she stirred. “The older it gets, the better it is.”

“Like wine?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

She heard him step closer, pressing himself against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut, almost in relief.

He kissed the top of her head. “I missed you.”

She hummed. “You just saw me earlier today.”

“I mean I missed being alone with you,” he amended. “Being able to hold you like this.”

She sighed blissfully. “Yeah. I missed it, too.”

“Remember the last time we were alone in a kitchen?” She could hear the grin in his voice when he spoke.

A smile twitched at her lips. “We’ve been alone in more than one kitchen on numerous occasions.”

He moved a hand down to her hip, squeezing it through the soft fabric of her house dress. “Maybe, but have I fucked you in the kitchen before?”

Lea exhaled slowly. “Not since the first time.”

“And certainly not in our kitchen,” he pointed out, leaning down and kissing her neck. “That won’t do, will it?”

She licked her lips. “N— no.”

Tim inhaled deeply, gripping her jaw and murmuring, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” she breathed. Suddenly, she recalled something he’d told her just before they got together, the last time they were in a kitchen like this. “I love you, Mr. Chalamet.”

He froze, hands that had been hiking her dress up her thighs pausing in their movements. “Lea, you— you— fuck.”

Suddenly, she was spun around, his hands sliding into her hair as he slammed his mouth against hers. She let out a startled “Mmf!” before the sound turned into a moan.

He practically tore her dress in his haste to pull it up around her thighs, yanking his pants down past his hips in a similar manner. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking at her pale pink panties that revealed more than they covered. “Take those off, sweetheart.” When she didn’t manage it fast enough, he added, “C’mon, Lea. I own that sweet little body, don’t I, baby?”

“Yes,” she assured him with a hasty nod.

“Of course I do,” he murmured, yanking the hemline of her dress down along with the cups of her bra. He grabbed one of her breasts as soon as it was bare and fondled it roughly, his fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise. She hoped they did. “Gonna fuck you now. Show you who owns you.”

She kicked her panties aside, winding her arms around his neck to get closer to him. “You own me,” she promised. “I’m all yours.”

“I know,” he agreed softly, grabbing fistfuls of her ass and giving it a few good slaps for good measure. She yelped at the sting, the sound of half pleasure, half pain. He smirked when he heard her delight, smacking her breast right over her nipple. She moaned loudly as he watched her breast jiggle. “God, you’re so sexy.”

“Want you,” she whined needily. “Want you in me, please.”

“Poor baby,” he said condescendingly. “So desperate to get fucked. So desperate for me.”

“Yes,” she admitted.

He hauled her in closer, kissing her hungrily and backing her up against the kitchen counter. Picking her up and depositing her onto it, he didn’t break their kiss, reaching down to spread her legs so he could step between them.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips, aligning himself with her entrance. “Lemme have it.”

She cupped his cheek, leaning back against the wall behind the cabinet, and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Want you to have me,” she told him softly. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” He pushed into her with a groan. “Fuck.”

“Exactly,” she giggled, twining her fingers into his hair.

He chuckled, leaning forward to mouth at her neck. “If you’re capable of making jokes, I probably need to fuck you harder, huh?”

“Mhm,” she moaned as he pulled out only to thrust back in roughly.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

“H— huh?” she stuttered, dazed.

“Call me that again.”

Finally understanding, she managed, “Mr. Chalamet, I—“

“That’s it,” he practically growled. “Again, darling. So fuckin’ hot.”

“Mr. Chalamet,” Lea moaned, throwing her head back so it thudded slightly against the wall behind her. “God, yes, I want— I want—“

“What do you want?” he murmured, mouthing wetly at her throat. “Ask for the world and it’s yours. Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna have your baby,” she admitted with a whine. “Please, I—“

“I know, Lea,” he told her, the gentleness of his voice at odds with his sharp thrusts. “Soon. Just a little bit longer, my love.”

“No,” she insisted. “Don’t wanna wait, want it now, I wanna have a baby with you right now, want your baby, don’t wanna wait, I want it I want it I want it I want it—“

“God, Lea,” he muttered, pulling her closer to him. “Patience, my greedy little girl.”

She shook her head urgently. “No, now.”

“Patience,” he reiterated firmly, fucking into her punishingly. “Much as I’d love to fuck a baby into you now, you need to finish school first.” He paused before adding, “And I’d like to be married to you before we have a baby.”

Lea froze. “You— you wanna marry me?” Her breath was caught in her chest as if she had forgotten how to breathe.

“Of course I do,” he murmured softly, kissing her neck. “My love, my sweet, darling girl. Of course I want to marry you.”

She cupped his cheek, pulling his face up to hers so she could press her mouth against his with urgency. “I wanna marry you, too, Tim,” she admitted, “but I wanna have your baby now. I don’t care that you’re already married. I don’t care that I’m still in school.”

“Lea,” he sighed in exasperation, the thrust of his hips slowing into more of a rocking motion than him fucking into her the way he had been.

“Please,” she begged. She knew he wouldn’t cave, so she added, “Please, Mr. Chalamet. Get me pregnant.”

Tim surged towards her, claiming her mouth again. “I will, darling,” he swore. “As soon as I can, I will.”

“Now,” she insisted, kissing him again. “Now, please.”

“You’re making it very difficult for me to be sensible, my love,” he admonished, still rocking into her, filling her deliciously.

“I don’t care if it’s sensible,” Lea informed him. “I love you. I want this with you.”

“You’ll have it, sweetheart,” he promised, cupping her face and stroking her cheek lovingly. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I swear I will. But I need you to be patient for me. Alright? Can you do that for me, darling? Please?”

She pouted. “I don’t wanna.”

“I know,” he chuckled softly. “As many as you want, love. Just be patient for me.”

“Fine,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“I just want what’s best for you,” he informed her.

“You’re what’s best for me.”

His lips quirked into a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close even as he moved within her. “Soon, sweetheart. I’ll give you a baby soon, I promise.”

“Tim,” she sighed blissfully, leaning into him. “F— feels good.”

“Yeah?” he murmured with a smile against her hairline, leaning down to kiss her again. She arched up into his touch, her lips falling open in a soft gasp when he drove into her a little harder. “That feel good, darling?”

“Yes,” Lea breathed, her toes curling from how incredible it felt, the delicious way he was filling her. The countertop was cold against her skin, a sharp contrast next to the warmth of his body, his touch, but it was damn near impossible to focus on anything but the way he felt, the way he made her feel.

“Tell me you love me,” he prompted again, his voice soft and gentle but still commanding in that ridiculously—obnoxiously, really—way he always managed to pull off.

“I love you,” she told him without hesitation, and was immediately rewarded with his lips on hers. He rocked into her, sucking her lower lip between his teeth before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

“I love you, too,” he rasped out, sliding a hand down to squeeze her hip briefly before trailing back up to grip her breast. “God, you’re so sexy.”

She pulled his face closer to hers, kissing him hungrily as he fondled her breast and rolled his hips. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised into her mouth, rocking into her slowly but harshly. “Not gonna stop until you cum, sweetheart.”

Lea whined at the thought of him bringing her to orgasm, at the way it felt every time he did. “Will you, please?” she asked quietly, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

“You wanna cum already?” he chuckled softly. “Greedy little girl.”

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Tim panted, reaching between them to rub her clit. “I want you to feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” she gasped out, arching into the way his touch shot sparks through her veins. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Yeah?” He bent down to mouth wetly at her throat. “You like that, angel? You wanna cum for me?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her toes already curling from the pleasure. “I want— I want—“

“I know what you want,” he assured her lowly. “I know what you need. And you know I’ll give it to you, don’t you, love?”

Lea nodded jerkily. “I know.”

“You know I’ll always take care of my sweet girl.” He paused, inhaling sharply when he felt her clenching around him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

She nodded again. “‘m gonna cum, Tim, I—“

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, rubbing her clit faster. “Cum on my cock. Feels so good when you do, so pretty when you cum for me.”

Her body tensed, her muscles somehow spamming yet unable to move, and she burst with a sharp gasp of his name.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunted, driving into her harder, moaning into her neck. “God, baby. I’m gonna cum inside you, gonna cum in this tight little pussy—“

“Yes, Tim,” she encouraged softly. “Cum inside me.”

“Fuck—“ he moaned, his thrusts slowly before halting altogether.

It took a few minutes for them to come back to themselves, and he murmured something inaudible against her skin between soft, sweet kisses.

“Huh?” she asked dazedly, blinking in an effort to try and regain her bearings.

“Said I love you,” he mumbled. “Love you so fuckin’ much, baby.”

Lea smiled blissfully. “I love you, too.”

Several minutes later, he was leaning back against the kitchen table, his long legs stretched out in front of him in a position that was far too attractive to really be legal, watching her as she righted her clothing. “Do you actually wanna have a baby now?”

Lea blushed. “I mean… I love you, so it’d be nice, but…”

“It’s not a good time,” he agreed, “but you’re right, it would be nice. Amazing, actually.” He sighed and changed the subject. “Have you ever been to LA?” The question was casual, his gaze lazy.

“No, why?”

“‘Cause you’ve got another couple weeks before your classes start back up. We should make use of them, don’t you think?”

Lea stared at him in disbelief. “You want me to come to LA with you?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

She squinted suspiciously at him. “And would you take me on the jet again?”

“You mean the jet with the private bedroom suite, complete with a shower big enough to fuck you in and a tub where you can ride me? That jet?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Yes, we would be taking that.”

“Where would we be staying, exactly?”

He grinned. “I know a place.”

As it turned out, the place Tim knew was a house. As in he’d bought her another fucking house. If one could even call an 8,300 square foot estate on .33 acres a house. She did not call it a house, she called it a mansion. Or palace. Palace also worked.

It was almost mediterranean in style; with whitewashed stucco, exposed beams, and colorful tiling, their bedroom was the highlight. It had both patio and balcony access, as did their bathroom, and the whole house overlooked the coast. She felt like a princess nestled away in a palace by the sea.

They were only gonna be there for a couple weeks, planning on flying back to New York a few days before her classes started.

She was getting dressed one day, trying to fasten her bra. “Jesus Christ,” she grumbled in frustration.

“What is it, love?” Tim asked cheerfully, sticking his head into the walk-in closet she’d set her suitcase up in.

“My damn nipples are too sensitive for me to even freakin’ touch,” she griped. “This doesn’t even happen if I get my period, and it can’t be PMS anyway; my birth control fixes that.”

He stared at her with wide eyes, swallowing. “Weren’t, uh… weren’t you feeling nauseous when you woke up?”

“Yeah,” she grimaced. “Even coffee smelled gross. It’s weird, I love the smell of coffee.”

He continued to stare at her before finally deciding, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Lea frowned, confused. “O… kay?”

“Take this.”

She looked down, examining the box he’d shoved into her hands. “You want me to take a pregnancy test?”

“Classic early symptoms,” he explained.

She shrugged. “Alright, I guess.”

Five minutes later, she was blinking at the little plus sign. She took another test just to be sure, this one labeled with words.

Pregnant

“T— Tim,” she called out shakily.

“Yeah?” He strolled into the bathroom, glancing over at her where she stood by the sink, staring at the tests.

“It’s positive,” he observed.

“Uh huh,” she barely managed.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yep.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“Yep,” she repeated.

Suddenly, he turned towards her and kissed her so desperately she was frozen for a moment. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated between kisses. “You’re pregnant, Lea. You’re gonna have my baby.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him in disbelief. “Are you… happy?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “The woman I love is having my baby. I’m fuckin’ thrilled.”

“But— but we agreed we’re not ready,” she sputtered. “I’m still in school, Elle doesn’t know about us—“

He waved her off. “All that shit’s secondary. You’re having my baby. I couldn’t care less about anything outside of that.” He took a breath, thinking. “Shit, gimme— gimme a sec, alright? I’ll be right back.”

She followed after him, watching him over the railing of the balcony overlooking their bedroom as he rifled through a bedside table drawer. “What’re you doing?”

“One sec,” he said again. “Where is— ah hah!”

Turning around with a grin, he hid his hands behind his back and sauntered over to her again. “What is that?” she asked, confused.

Instead of answering her directly, he took a deep breath and walked up to join her on the balcony. “Lea,” he said slowly, “I love you. You know that, right?”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Yeah…?”

He nodded, and then he…

And then he lowered himself onto one knee.

Her brain short-circuited, her eyes widening. “Tim, what’re you—“

“Just… just let me talk, okay?” he pleaded softly.

“Okay,” she whispered, unable to really think.

He took his hands out from behind his back, revealing a small velvet box. “I meant to waist until everything was out in the open to do this, until the divorce was finalized, but honestly, I expected all of that to be done by now, and I don’t really feel like waiting anymore, so…” He took a deep breath, looking far more nervous than she was used to seeing him. “Okay,” he said, appearing to steel himself, “so here’s the thing. Things never worked with Lola. I’ve been in love before, yeah, but it’s never been like this.”

“Like what?” she asked, hesitant and unsure.

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “Right, I guess? You just feel… well. Right. It’s like being with you is exactly what’s always been meant to happen. You’re it for me, is what I’m saying.” Another pause. “I’m in love with you. I know it’s complicated, and I know it’s probably inconvenient for you in a lot of ways, but I…” He sighed wistfully. “I don’t care about the consequences, honestly. I just want you. And now you’re gonna have my baby, so…” He opened the box, revealing a gorgeous sapphire ring that must’ve cost a fortune. “If you’ll have me, I would very much like to marry you.”

“T— Tim,” she stuttered out anxiously, “you’re already married.”

He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t really care.”

“You can’t marry me if you’re already married to someone else,” she explained.

“Eh,” he waved her off. “Semantics. So it can’t be legal until the divorce goes through. Whatever. We’ll be married in every way that matters.”

Her head was spinning. “Is— is this just because I’m pregnant? You don’t have to ask me to marry you because of that, you know—“

“It’s not just ‘cause of that, no,” he assured her. “I did that once already. I don’t wanna do it again, and I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I didn’t really, really want you to.” At her hesitance, he added, “And it’ll be legal as soon as we can swing it. Obviously.”

She felt dizzy. “Have you been planning this? Where did you even get that ring? When did you get that ring?”

“I got it a couple months back,” he admitted. “As soon as I knew I’d never want anybody else, I… I spoke to the jewelers at Cartier, and—“

“Timothée, you did not get me a freakin’ ring custom-made by your fancy jewelry buddies!” she hissed, astonished at the sheer amount of money he’d spent.

Tim pouted. “You deserve the world, and I want to be the one to give it to you.” He paused. “But, I mean, if you want something else or you don’t want to marry me at all—“

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she cut him off. “Nobody in their right mind would say no to that.”

He froze, appearing to stop breathing. “Does… does that mean you’ll… you actually wanna, like…”

“Of course I’ll marry you, stupid,” she told him, swiftly wiping away her tears before reaching for the ring with a shaking hand. “Gimme that.”

He smiled, gazing up at her with more adoration than she could really process, and slid the ring onto her finger.

Jumping back to his feet, he pulled her in for a kiss. She giggled, winding her arms around his neck, and the velvet ring box fell to the tiled floor.

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monamors · 1 month

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Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Authors Note: I’m so sorry, this will be a slowish start. They don’t meet until chapter 6.

Masterlist

The sun rose over the city of Houston, casting a warm glow over the streets as Nicole Garcia emerged from her modest apartment. Her long bob of dark, curly brown hair swayed gently in the breeze as she made her way through the familiar neighborhood, her steps confident and purposeful.

Dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a polo shirt, Nicole blended seamlessly into the crowd, her attire a stark contrast to the polished suits of her political counterparts. But beneath the casual exterior lay a spirit of determination and resilience that set her apart.

As she arrived at her campaign headquarters, Nicole was greeted by a team of dedicated volunteers, each one eager to lend their support to her cause. Together, they worked tirelessly to spread Nicole's message of change and progress, knocking on doors, making phone calls, and rallying support from the community.

Throughout the day, Nicole crisscrossed the district, meeting with voters, listening to their concerns, and sharing her vision for a brighter future. With each interaction, she connected with her constituents on a personal level, earning their trust and respect through her genuine compassion and unwavering commitment to their needs.

As the sun began to set, Nicole found herself surrounded by supporters at her victory party, the energy in the room electric with anticipation. With bated breath, she watched as the election results poured in, her heart pounding with nervous excitement.

And then, in a moment that seemed to suspend time itself, the final tally appeared on the screen, confirming what Nicole had dared to hope for all along—she had won the special election by a landslide.

Tears of joy filled Nicole's eyes as she was swept up in a wave of hugs and congratulations from her team and supporters. In that moment, as she stood surrounded by those who believed in her, Nicole knew that her journey was just beginning.

With her long bob of curly brown hair tousled by the breeze, and a smile that lit up the room, Nicole Garcia vowed to never forget the trust that had been placed in her. And as she addressed the crowd, her voice filled with gratitude and determination, she promised to always fight for the values and principles that had brought them together.

With her jeans and polo shirt as a symbol of her humble beginnings, Nicole Garcia embarked on a new chapter of her life, ready to lead with integrity, compassion, and unwavering dedication to the people she served.

#timothee chamalet x you #timothee x you #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee Chalamet x oc

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melaninforkings · 1 day

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a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

#black reader #x reader #x oc #LIKE PLSSS I PROMISE THERE ARE OTHER ARTISTS WITH BETTER SONG TO USE #austin butler x black!reader #timothee chalamet x reader #black!reader #carmen berzatto x reader #paul atreides x reader #jake sully x reader #austin butler x reader #kennedy talks #peeta mellark x reader #finnick odair x reader #poc!reader

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bonesandchalamet · 8 months

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I miss you I’m sorry - t.chalamet

pairing: Timothee chalamet x reader

warning: just some fluff and missing Timmy + v short work sorry!!!

requested: y- “hii, i was hoping you could do "anytime without you is far too long" with timothée?? i got it from a prompt list but i can remember which”

it’s only been a week, and if you ask him it feels like far too long.

it’s cliche of him to say he’s beginning to forget what your laugh sounds like or how your hands feel against his, but it’s all true. a week away is destroying him.

and it would be safe to say it’s not doing wonders for you, as you’ve resorted to his clothes and sleeping on his side of the bed just to get any little bit of him that you could. while humiliation should be reminding you how embarrassing this is, you don’t feel it at all. you feel the comfort of Timothee that’s left in the sheets and his clothes.

the smell of him begins to linger now. unlike it’s previous full force of smell, only a whiff of him could be inhaled now that you’ve spent the past seven days in his things. irritation was growing as the number of days away seemed to increase, and timothees inability to answer his calls was adding up. you just missed him. was that selfish?

the infinite amount of text and voice messages fill up his Notification Center leaving a smile on his face, as he collapses into the chair to read through them all.

his smile widens reading your messages, they were texts you knew you shouldn’t bother sending, but you know he reads them. even if he hardly has the chance to reply, you know at some point he sits down and sees them all.

you: it’s only been seven days and I miss you. is that silly? anyway, I know you’re busy xx

Timothee: never silly. anytime without you is far too long. be home soon.

and soon enough he was. with a tired smile and a hug that could last a lifetime, he came home and life was finally good again.

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noodleslugworth · 2 months

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Absolutely NO minors

Headcanon that Willy Wonka likes to be choked

It doesn't have to be suffocating pressure. Just his significant other's hands on his throat and the slight pressing of her weight is enough to drive him crazy

If she wraps her hands around his throat while kissing or feeling him up, and squeeze just enough, even during a playful argument, he'll be turned on almost instantly and forget his train of thought. It's a devious trick she likes to pull when she wants his attention but he's been too focused elsewhere

If it's during the throngs of passion, choking him especially with more force and when he's close, will sometimes result in explosive, drawn-out orgasms that has him seeing stars, whimpering, trembling, and sometimes mumbling nonsense afterwards

Just Willy and choking ❤️

(By @palettesofrenaissance)

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bluetimeombre · 2 months

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Masterlist .ೃ࿐

Welcome to the circus

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

「 ✦ ACOTAR ✦ 」

✧.* Azriel

And I wouldn't marry me, either. ✧.* part one. part two.

You're Azriel's mate, but it took losing you three times for him to realise.

Winter Solistice coming soon...

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

˚ · . Tom Blyth

Falling out of love.

Fans think that you and tom are falling out of love after filming for ballad of songbirds and snakes and you don't post about each other much, so you show them that it's far from the truth.

Third times the charm.

Tom and you met over zoom whilst auditioning for your roles in the ballad of songbirds and snakes. Instant attraction and the chemistry was off the charts, everyone could see it, even you two fools. In every interview you did, as co-stars, as best friends and finally, as a couple…

Cowboy like me.

Your band has a new single out and a certain actor stars in the music video. Sparks fly just as high as rumours.

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

♡･ﾟ Timothee chalamet

₊˚ෆ Wonka

Daisy, oh my Daisy

₊˚ෆ Timothee Chalamet

Call it what you want to (ft Tom Blyth). ₊˚ෆ. part one. part two. part three. part four. part five

Wanting you under the Italian sun.

You and Timmy have most been working hard. For the summer, they decide an Italian getaway.

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Jacob Elordi

She's like a shot of espresso

You work in a coffee shop and suddenly Jacob is a coffee enthusiast

Cardan Greenbriar coming soon...

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lilmaymayy · 4 months

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im sorry but theres nothin i hate more than xocs in an xreader hashtag😔😔

ITS FINE IF THERES OCS IN THE FIC BUT THEY BETTER NOT END UP W MY MAN

#thats why im readin the fic bae #to see me have my happy ending w my man☺️#not to see this blonde blue eyed oc have him😞#i prmose you your fics will be read #BUT NOT BY ME IF THEY AINT TAGGED CORRECTLY 🙏🙏🙏#have a great day #she speaks🗣️#remus lupin x oc #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #finnick odair x reader #timothée chalamet #peter parker x reader #finnick odair #timothee chalamet x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #the hunger games

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lainiespicewrites · 13 days

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The Atreides Era

Part 1

Buried in the sands

A/N: Hey everyone! obviously not my normal content! I've been working on updates on that as well! This is part of a writing Collab with my best friend @hey-its-roseaurum! We've both broken out of our comfort zone writing fics for each other's fave comfort characters. She will be posting about Sherlock so my Henry girlies definitely go check it out! I'll add the link once it's posted!

So I guess without too much warning here is my best effort at a Paul Atreides x OC fic

Summary: Paul Atreides and OC (Matar) and the other Freman are still fighting the Harkonnen in the spice fields. After almost losing his friend in battle Paul makes the decision it's time to go south. It's time to meet with the Emperor. His decisions will change the fate of his friends and the planet of Arakis. Paul knows this. He's seen it. But... at what cost?

Warnings: Description of battle, death, slight angst.

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It’s early that much is clear. The sun's intense heat has not yet started pouring over Arrakis, disturbing Matar’s peaceful sleep. What did disturb her was the amateur sand steps of the young man outside her tent. And the sound of his voice calling for her in a harsh whisper. Matar stirred with an agitated grumble, sitting up slowly and blinking her eyes to adjust to the soft light of dawn starting to creep in from the open flap of her tent.

“What do you want, Paul Atredies?” She groaned. The footsteps outside her tent halted and were followed by a soft chuckle. Crouching down in front of the tent Paul popped his head in sending Matar a cocky grin.

“Not Usul? Have I managed to offend you again already?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. Matar stares for a moment, watching his face and the loose wave of brown hair that’s fallen into his eyes. Interesting how they’re still so gray, his eyes, as long as he’d now been exposed to spice. Matar blinked the thought away, what did it matter? Paul Atriedies could have glowing red eyes and she’d pay no mind, he was a pest. A pest, who was her friend, one she’d grown fond of. But still a pest.

“You’ve come to me, Paul Atriedes before the sun is fully awake. This better be important.” Matar answered him, falling back against her pillow.

Paul was not discouraged by his friend's lack of energy or enthusiasm, crawling into the tent in the corner across from his friend still giving her the same dopey grin.

“How’d you know it was me?” He spoke softly now. His tone was now more gentle and letting Matar awaken properly before he poked at her further.

“You walk like an elephant, I could hear you coming from miles away,” she answered him.

“Hmm I suppose I do,” Paul agreed nodding. “Then we need to practice before we go into battle!” Paul's exclamation caused Matar to sit up. Now she was fully awake.

“Battle? What are you speaking of Usul?” The boy's smirk faded. His eyes are more serious now.

“We got word more of Harkonnen moving in on the spice fields. They’re placing their harvester as we speak. We’ll need to move in on them quickly.”

Putting the moment of banter behind them Matar quickly composed herself. Pulling her hair back she tied her long dark hair into a tight knot. She swept her hand around her tent for a moment and found her head scarf to keep her safe from the day’s intense heat. Taking in a deep breath Matar’s eyes once again settle on the man sitting across from her.

“Is Chani aware?” She asks. Her voice is smooth and calm. While she had not expected another fight. Or, ambush rather, against the Harkonnen. She was always ready. For those who control the spice control the universe. A mantra the Harkonnen were always chasing. Neither Matar nor Chani, Matar’s closest friend, would submit to that fate.

Paul’s eyes shift to the ground as he shakes his head.

“No, I figured it should come from you. She’s one of our most skilled fighters. Chani doesn’t trust me. It has to come from you, Matar.” a breath of silence falls over the two of them. For a moment. Matar thinks to be offended by this. Paul Atreides is only here to use her as a messenger. The thought is gone as quickly as it develops. There is no time for emotion. No time to dwell on the man who has shown up unannounced.

“I will see her now. Go, gather the others. We’ll need to move before the sun is at its highest point. “ She said. The man nods. But catches her wrist before she can leave the tent.

“Matar, I- I’ve seen… something. You in battle and you…” He pauses. They lock eyes. The visions. One of the many reasons Stilgar and the other southerners believe the young Atreiedies is the Messiah. Matar, Chani, and a few of their kind believe it all to be a load of shit.

However, the fear in his eyes at this moment cannot be ignored. “Please,” He pauses again emphasizing his words. “Be careful out there.” Matar doesn’t say anything. Holding his gaze she nods letting him know she understands whatever he’s seen has frightened him. He lets her go and the two of them leave the tent. There’s a warm light over their camp. Many of the other Freman have started to gather in a common area.

Paul and Matar walk in opposite directions. But before Paul is out of earshot Matar stops and calls for him.

“Usul!” She calls. He turns back to her with a look of concern etched across his face. “Whatever you saw,” she pauses. “My fate is my own to make Paul Atreides,”

Paul gives her another soft smile. He looks like he did when she first saw him this morning. Innocent, and childlike. There’s a stirring feeling in her gut. She has no time to address this. They have a planet to protect.

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Chani is awake and preparing for the day when Matar finds her.

“Bit early for you isn’t it?” Chani asks with a smirk.

“Funny,” Matar recants quickly, “I got a visit from Lisan al Gaib this morning.” Better to get to the point quickly.

“Don’t tell me you’ve started to buy into this Messiah facade?” Chani questions. Eyeing her friend with a curious expression. Matar scoffs

“Why do I sense you’re already feeling hostile this morning?” Matar says, “Of course, I don’t believe it, I believe what I can see Chani. And what I see is that Paul Atreides has helped us successfully fight against the Harkonnen attacking our spice fields.

“There’s another harvester?” Chani asks although it’s clear she knows the answer already.

“He doesn’t believe you you trust him. But I know that you will protect your family.” Matar says.

“I don’t trust him. But I see what he’s done. And It can’t be ignored. Believe me, I have tried. “ She pauses with a smirk. “And as long as I’m fighting beside you, I’ll always show up for the fight.”

“Don’t be soft,” Matar teases. Smacking her friend on the shoulder.

“It’s you who’s gone soft Matar. Don’t get so close to him, his mother can not be trusted. She seeks more power than anyone should hold.” Chani warns

“We are not close, But I believe he could be a good ally, and that woman can burn for all I care. Now come, we’ve got to prepare for an ambush.” She smirks as she and her friend set out to join the other soldiers.

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Silence. Nothing but the sound of the wind stirring the sand. A maua’dib, a small desert mouse, could be heard skittering across the sand dune. Unsuspecting of the unrest that is soon to occur. Matar’s eyes scan over the top of the dune, zeroing in on the harvester only feet away from her and the others. Paul and Chani have, for the time being, come to a truce and have gone undetected underneath the foul piece of machinery. Matar and the others are waiting for their signal. This is when they will move in.

A loud blast breaks the silence. A shot attacked the Harkonnen craft surveying the harvester and the security. The signal. The others jump to their feet. Stilgar and his men attack the security with daggers. Slicing into them and killing them before the intruders even see the Freman warriors coming. Matar takes a shot at the harvester aiming for one of its claw-like pillars. The blast hits but it quickly gains her attention. She makes quick steps and rolls out of the way as a Harkonnen security tries to land an attack. He misses. This was a fatal mistake for him. Granted he was always going to die. Another Freman soldier stabs the Harkonnen before he can advance any closer. Matar locks eyes with the person and they nod at each other before they continue their battle. She stands, once again aiming for the harvester. This time she aims right in the center. Fuck it. No more time for games. Time to blow this thing up. Taking one last look to be sure her friends will not become casualties she takes the shot. She doesn’t watch it land. Matar is pulled back by another Harkonnen. He has a dagger held to her ribcage. She barely hears the sound of the explosion over her heart pounding in her ears. At least she landed it. One last explosion before the bitter end. She twists to break the hold but the man has a tight grip on her neck. Fuck.

He lifts the blade ready to plunge it into her chest. And then. He goes limp. His body falls to the sand. Matar sucks in a deep breath. Finally, she turns. Paul’s eyes are wide as they search her for injury.

“Are you?” He begins. She holds up her hand to stop him.

“Do not fuss over me, I am not dead,” she tells him. With one last thud. The final Harkonnen is dropped to the ground. Someone, Stilgar likely, calls for the rest of them to gather quickly and evacuate the area. The Freman army and their messiah head back to camp. However, halfway back Paul stops them.

“Gather your things. This is the last time we fight the Harkonnen like this. Tomorrow, we go south.” He states. Chani and Matar exchange a look.

“Paul Atreides we cannot…” Chani begins to protest

“I will not continue to watch them abuse this planet. I will not wait for the emperor to make his move. We are going south. And we will take on the emperor.” He states again.

The rest of the Freman army cheers. Paul Atreides, once again is fulfilling their prophecy. But Matar. Feels like a dagger has been stuck in her side. He once told her, He wished nothing more to be equal to her. But he couldn’t mean that. Not when he was headed south to possess more power than any person should ever wield.

The Freman army arrived back at camp. Some celebrated. Some dressed wounds from the day's battle.

“He’s a good fighter, but I knew he could not be trusted,” Chani says absentmindedly. The girls are both watching Paul off in the distance while Stilgar celebrates their success.

“Do you have to be right about everything?” Matar questions.

“No, just tends to pan out that way,” Her friend says before wandering off to her own tent. Matar sighs finding a seat and taking out her dagger sharpening it with a stone. After a few moments, she feels a presence and then there is someone sitting beside her.

“Matar,” Pauls voice speaks.

“I don’t wish to speak to you Usul,” she says, continuing to sharpen the blade. He ignores her grabbing her wrist and pulling her attention from the dagger.

“You almost lost your life today.” He says. Matar shrugs.

“I was protecting my people Paul Atredies, it’s what we do,” she responds.

“Maybe, but I have lost far too many people I care about. You will not be next Matar.” He says.

“Paul,” Matar begins.

“Going south, I’ll take control. I can protect you and protect us all once we’ve made an attack against the emperor,” he argues. Matar is stuck. She is angry. She doesn’t want this. She opens her mouth to recant. To tell him he is wrong. Nothing comes out. She pauses again. She’s quiet for a while and then.

“Usul. You told me once. About these…oceans, on your home planet. Describe them again.” She requests. Surprising Paul and herself.

“Caladan is covered in oceans and water. They are… as blue as your eyes.” He smiles at her. “As deep as them too. There’s no end even as you look at the horizon. They go on forever.” He explains.

“I still… do not believe you Paul Atreides,” Matar answers, ignoring the growing warmth in her face.

“You will,” Paul says without thought.

“We, shall…”

“Lisan al Gaib, Come” Stilgar calls, “There’s much to do before our journey tomorrow. We must prepare!”

Matar lets out I sigh.

“You’re celebration awaits Paul Atreides.” she says.

“Matar,” He says softly.

“I will see you at dawn…Lisan al Gaib.” a moment of hurt flashes in Paul's eyes but it’s gone before Matar can register it. They both turn and part for the evening.

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lixzey · 7 months

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Can't Help Falling In Love

a/n: super duper thanks to @lilmaymayy you are the best 🤍

“You can think that you're in love, when you're really just engaged.”

September 11, 2023

Angelisse stood in front of the podium. She was going to give a talk to the clients of the firm she was working at. “Good morning, everyone,” she said, smiling at the crowd. “I'm glad you could all make it here today. As a financial consultant, my job is to help people manage their finances and make wise decisions about how they spend their money.” Angelisse took a deep breath before continuing. “In today's economy, it can seem difficult to know where to start when it comes to managing your finances,” she explained, a warm, welcoming smile on her face. “But don't worry, I'm here to help make your savings work for you and ensure that your hard-earned money is secured and invested wisely.”

“Let's start with establishing a budget...”

“You did an amazing job today, Angelisse,” her boss praised. “Your presentation was informative,engaging, and your energy was just contagious. The board has been discussing, and you are one of the candidates we are considering for a promotion.”

“Mooooom,” Angelisse squealed happily, biting back a smile as she sat across from her mother at the dining room table. “I have some big news for you.”

Her mom, Jean, looked up from her book, her brow creased with curiosity. “What is it, sweetheart? Is everything alright?”

Angelisse took a breath and continued. “I'm being considered for a promotion!”

“Wow, that's amazing, Angelisse!” her mom said excitedly. “I'm so proud of you.”

Angelisse chuckled. “I know it's just a candidate, so nothing is guaranteed yet," she said, trying to keep herself from getting her hopes up.

But her mom just smiled and waved her concerns away. “You deserve it, sweetheart. There's no doubt that you'll get that promotion. I know you worked really hard to get where you are, and you should be proud of that.”

Still reeling from today’s high, Angelisse realised that there was one more person to tell about today’s events. She walked to her room, propping open her laptop, deciding to call her boyfriend, James. “Hey babe, I miss you so much, how are you?" Angelisse asked James, now beginning to wander around her room, attempting to prepare her work clothes for the next day.

James chuckled as he watched Angelisse pace back and forth in her room. “I've just been busy with work, cara mia,” he replied, his tone relaxed. “What about you?”

Angelisse paused as she stopped at her vanity table, finally picking out her outfit for the next day. "Well, I actually had an important meeting with my boss today," she answered. “And get this, “I'm a candidate for a promotion!”

“Oh my god, t-that's great! But I think I have even better news for you,” James teased.

“What is it?” Angelisse asked.

“Guess for it," James chuckled.

“Oh come onnn, you know I don't like guessing games. Tell me, what is it?”

“I'm flying to New York in three days!” James announced, waving a ticket in front of the screen.

“W-What?” Angelisse stared at her laptop in shock as James made the announcement. “You're coming to New York?” she asked, a little bit high-pitched from disbelief. “But what about your job?”

James laughed, “It's just for three days, babe. I asked for some vacation days, and my boss was completely understanding of our situation. I've just been wanting to see you so badly lately, and I know you miss me just as much as I miss you."

“So that’s why? You're flying from Italy to New York just because you miss me?”

“I have something important to do.” James smiled cheekily.

September 15, 2023

James was on one knee, and his and Angelisse's families were around them. “We’ve been together for six years. And let me say that each and every year was the best year of my life. Every day, I'm convinced that you are the reason why my life is complete. So let's make it legal. Are you willing to spend forever with me?”

Angelisse struggled to catch her breath; she felt suffocated, caught off guard by the sudden proposal in the middle of a family gathering. Her mother was crying, and everyone else had their phones on video, waiting for her answer.

“How can I say no?” she whispered. How could she even say no? Everyone in the room had their cameras in her face, pressuring her into the decision. She loved James, truly, but deep down, it felt like a wrong decision. Angelissed brushed it off and forced a smile.

“Is that a yes?” James asked hopefully.

“Y-yes, yes.”

“Yes? She said yes!” Everyone in the room erupted into cheers while James happily rose to his feet and swept Angelisse into a hug. James then put her down, reaching for her hand, sliding a beautiful diamond ring on her finger, pocketing the small velvet box it came from. “This is for you, my love, to signify my eternal love and commitment,” James said as he looked down at Angelisse's finger, then looking back up, meeting her eyes.

“Congratulations,” Jean smiled as she walked up to hug her daughter, “It's so beautiful.” she admired her daughter's ring. “You know, your dad never gave me anything like this before. You're so lucky.”

“Of course, Mom, I am.” she said, forcing a smile. She was supposed to be happy, but deep inside she couldn't.

“I'm so happy for you," Jean said, hugging her daughter. “You made me really happy. Out of all of the mistakes I made in my life, I feel like you're the only thing I got right,” she cupped Angelisse's face in her hands. “I love you, my angel.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

The next day, Angelisse felt a sense of dread about going back to meet with both their families. She sighed and mustered up every bit of courage and patience she had before walking out of her bedroom.

“My future daughter-in-law.” James' father, Arthur, smiled as Angelisse sat down beside the family.

“So, where do you plan to have the wedding? The church or the beach?” Arthur asked, a wide smile on his face.

"Oh yes, destination weddings are the trend these days.” James' sister, Jenna, piped up.

“Church or?” James' mom, Alma, asked.

"Actually, we still haven't decided, Mrs. Bernardi," Angelisse answered, her hands sweating. The older woman chuckled. “From now on, call me mom; after all, you have to get used to it. So, when do you plan to get married?”

“In two years," Angelisse said, while James said, “Next year.” Everyone at the table looked at James and Angelisse, “Babe, we talked about this last night.”

“Oh, yes. That's right, sorry.” Angelisse mumbled. She really didn’t want to rush this, but James seemed adamant on getting married as soon as possible. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was making the wrong choice.

“Here's the plan: I'll review for the bar exams so I can practice law in Italy; we get married next year; I'll finish my bar exams; I'll work in a firm; and after that, you'll move in with me in Italy.”

Angelisse looked at James, “Uh, my boss talked to me about this promotion.”

“I'm sure you'll get a job as soon as you want in Italy.” he smiled.

Angelisse sighed. She didn't have any other options regarding the promotion she really wanted to get. Even if she worked hard for it, she'd end up leaving it all behind to move to another country and go back to zero.

The day after James and his family went back to Italy, Angelisse received an unknown document. She ripped the envelope open and started to read.

February 14th, 2022. Valentines day.

“This is to certify that Timothée Hal Chalamet and Angelisse Emmanuelle Evans were married on February 14, 2022, in the state of Nevada.”

Angelisse's eyes widened as her eyes scanned the document again and again, realizing the gravity of the document she held in her hands. Coming back to her senses, Angelisse bolted into her room, locking the door shut behind her.

“Valentines day, Valentines day, what the fuck happened last Valentines day!?” Angelisse muttered, pacing around her room as she tried to remember what happened on that day.

“Oh, baby, I think I'm in love with you,”

“Marry me?”

“Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go to. No one will know.”

“Oh fuck, Kate's bachelorette party.”

Her best friend's bachelorette party in Las Vegas on the night of February 13th, up until the morning of Valentines day almost two years ago. Memories of that night came flashing back at her; she got drunk—apparently wasted. That night was filled with alcohol and bad decisions. But the rest of the night was missing. Angelisse grabbed her phone from her nightstand and dialed her best friend's number.

“Hey, Angel! What’s up?” Kate asked, her voice cheerful.

“Hey Kate, can I ask you something?” Angelisse asked as soon as Kate answered. Her heart was pounding. She was fucking married to a complete stranger! On a drunken night, in Vegas! How the hell did that even happen?

“Do you remember your bachelorette party?” Angelisse asked, her voice coming out more as a squeak.

“Of course,” Kate chuckled. “It was a wild night.” she giggled. “What about it?” she asked curiously.

“Where did you say again that you found me the morning after your bachelorette?” There was a pause at the end of the line—a pause so deafening that Angelisse could hear her own heart rapidly beating. “You were out on the street in front of a casino,” she said after a while.

“A street?” Angelisse choked.

“Yeah, you passed out on the sidewalk," Kate said matter-of-factly. “You’re lucky we found you before anyone else did.” she added with a laugh.

They had found her the next morning on the sidewalk—the fucking sidewalk! Angelisse's head started spinning; she was married. Married to a complete stranger. In Vegas, drunk and stupid. She was fucked—absolutely fucked.

“Girl, I'm fucked.”

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palettesofrenaissance · 2 months

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Hey. I got a short drabble idea for your Wonka story, if you'll have it. Since you're trying to get into more dark stuff.

The idea is this: Wonka thinks he has Sapphire and Ruby trapped in his "wonderland", but by some freak accident, they find a way to escape and he. is. pissed.

✎ᝰ ── 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨! I'm thoroughly relieved to be finished with this and excited to be posting this. this is my first dark!fic. don't expect this to be like my previous stories. this is the first thing I've written that I had fun with. it's the first serious thing I've done since struggling with writer's block. this prompt fill is the one after after the intro fic (this is what I've been up to lately. join me!)

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𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dark!AU, Future Fic, Canon Compliant. Prompt-driven story

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The saying goes: “Never, ever accept a gift from a fae. And never, ever verbally say thank you for a gift. It implies that the receiver owes them something, like food, your firstborn, or a favor (no matter how deranged).”

If only she had known this warning when meeting the unpredictable, tricky, and arrogant magician Willy Wonka. She fears her precious daughter is going to have to pay the ultimate price for her moment of temporary short-sightedness. Especially when her daughter doesn't heed her warnings.

People change over the years. People are also multifaceted and can have contradicting factors about themselves. Her daughter will find that she was kept away and hidden for a reason.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: love/hate, meet rude/meet ugly, secret children, mentions of violence/blood during a hallucination, abuse of trust, Willy is a bit rude, obsessive and dark Willy Wonka, dark fairytale elements, and taking inspiration from the actor's few insane moments and running with it

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Written in 3rd person. Named child character. Named mother!reader if you want to imagine that, or named OC; she's named Sapphire, inspired by the singing lady in the tram scene

“I was young when I first made the deal with him,” she had described herself to Noodle Slugworth Smith, the next in line to inherit the Slugworth empire and fortune. When she first met the soon-to-be-known magician she was indeed several years younger than him despite looking older than she actually was… She wonders if that was another reason he continuously manipulated her and kept her in his clutches…

To be exact, she first “met” him in passing on a tram car on the way to clock-in at her job. He’d been posing as a tram ticket collector and had offered her and a friend a piece of chocolate each to sample—something she would have declined had her friend not pointed him out and his reputation throughout the past several months not preceded him.

But even before he announced himself and began handing out samples throughout the tram car, Sapphire had thought none the wiser, his face blending in among the sea of others. That, along with already being distracted because she was on her way to work, then the candy’s influence to dance and sing on the crowded tram that quickly became overwhelming before the police even showed up, she wouldn’t have been able to pick out his face from a line-up even if she wanted to.

Which is why when she came across him once more sometime later, it made sense why she hadn’t recognized him: clothes really can make the difference about a person.

Now sometime later and at a laundromat on a rainy day, Sapphire has no reason to know that the tall man alone in a far corner was the previously unknown, enigmatic chocolatier that swept in and gradually took her city by storm. At the laundromat, he looks so ordinary and unnoticeable, staring off at a point unseen. She doesn’t give him any acknowledgement beyond a few glances to mind her distance.

It has been an angry and dark overcast for the past week, the air heavy with humidity and the promise of rain that never came.

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Speaking in Tongues

Part III

Disclaimer: There's smut that might make people uncomfortable. Not proofread.

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We ended up parked behind the Hollywood sign around 4 in the morning.

The heat was on in the car and the seat warmers, it was nice and toasty. Timothée's seat was reclined all the way back and I had somehow made it so I was sitting comfortably sideways in his bony yet comfy lap. My fingers were buried in his Hershey's chocolate curls, as his big ring adorn hand rested on my hip beneath the borrowed shirt that smells like him, his finger toying with the band of my thong. His face rested in my cleavage, he even undid more buttons so he could feel my bare flesh pillowing his cheek.

It felt comforting and erotic being this close to him, as his other arm was wrapped around my waist to keep me close, I realized I didn't think I had such a wonderful cuddle like this one.

He let me choose the music and I signed into my Spotify on his phone. I Go Crazy by Flesh for Lulu played beautifully through the speakers of his Tesla. As I gently massaged his scalp, I allowed my ears to be caressed by the lyrics of the song.

This city's mad in the head

And sick in the soul

All the stars flew away a long time ago

Isn't that nice

Like Miami Vice

I go crazy when I'm without you

Well your life is like an infants dream

It's like everything's on TV

You see your face in the mirror

Could it be your place in the mirror

And so we turn on the TV one more time

And we see that everything is fine

"This song is really good." He said. "The eighties seemed to have a lot of good hits, the kind that describe how you feel and you didn't notice you felt this way until the song came on." He rambled into my skin, the breath of his words tickling my flesh making my nipples hard and pebbled.

"Exactly, I don't think anytime was more expressive and emotional than the eighties, it was my favorite. I know that sounds so cliche and nostalgic, but I've always felt so out of place with this time." I explained as I rubbed that spot behind his ear that caused him to groan and me to smirk.

Postcards from Paradise from the same band played next, I sang along a little and softly. Timothée lifted his head from my cleavage smiling up at me toothy, I giggled and it was cut off when he nuzzled the corner of my lips, and kissed me there. He sat up a little more causing me to bounce a little in his lap. He squeezed my hips and sighed audibly into my throat before kissing there as well.

I giggled softly and rubbed his back, and he responded by licking my chin and kissing my mouth and oh my God. Where has this mouth been all my life? Why have I never been kissed like this? Why hasn't anyone massaged the shape of my lips, or curled them with the rolling of tongue and pulling with teeth as if trying to bring my mouth closer. It wasn't fast, it was slow, slow, sensual, and I barely felt it before he gently pried my lips open with his and he slipped that long muscle in. He licked my tongue and rubbed my lower back beneath the shirt before cupping my ass, fingers flirting with the strings of my thong.

He sucked on my tongue before stroking every cavern in my mouth with that skilled tongue of his, and took a ringed hand to gently grab my jaw gingerly. The kiss grew to be more intense and we pulled apart reluctantly because we literally couldn't even breathe anymore. His face was beautifully flushed, Rouge bloomed across cheeks and the bridge of his freckled nose.

My tongue hung out a bit and he stared at it with a soft, little moan before kissing me again, this time a little faster with saliva pooling. I squeaked and it was muffled, before hungrily kissing him in return, I wanted to kiss him so deep I wanted to taste what he had for breakfast.

He rolled his hips up against mine, pinning a barely covered crotch with his hard on that the sweats barely concealed. My eyes rolled back and he kissed my lips more before sweetly kissing my cheek and eyes. Then he sucked on my ear lobe like it was a gobstopper. I shivered and released a shaking moan, I was dripping wet staining his sweats as he fucked me through clothing practically. He then thrust his tongue into my ear. "Timothée!" I cried out.

He ripped his shirt from my body with such force I heard the expensive buttons clatter to the floor. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts and he grasped them and squeezed them. "These are so…fuck." He buried his face in them and sucked on my fawn colored nipples and sucked hard , teeth grazing as his mouth tugged on them painfully in a way that had me on the verge of an orgasm.

I watched him suck between the two with his eyes rolling back. I can't believe he was getting off from my breasts like this, he's so hot. I tugged hard on his curls and he snuck a hand below before ripping my thong off, it now laid in tatters on the floor of his car.

He laid back on his reclined seat. "Come on kitten, climb up."

I was dizzy and panting. "Huh?"

"Straddle my face."

My eyes widened. "I might crush you."

"Good, it'd be a hell of a way to go. I want those playboy, made for shorts thighs that are most likely the envy of every gymnast, to hug my head, forcing my face further into that sweet little cunt. I don't give a fuck if you're worried for some stupid reason, you haven't reason to be self conscious you're easily the most beautiful most sexually frustrating little sex kitten ever to be born. And if you don't sit on my face right now I'm going to punish you, I mean it."

I didn't see this coming, the unexpected dominant nature, the filthy praise. He was out of my wettest dreams.

I wanted to be so good for him, so I didn't waste a moment more. I hovered my dripping pussy over his awaiting mouth, and he grabbed my thighs and pushed his face up pressing his mouth to me, causing me to gasp. He then laid back down bringing my ass right to his face.

His groan vibrated rapturously against my pussy before he sucked on my labia with greed. I gasped and grinded down and thoroughly rubbed his tongue through every fold before thrusting his tongue inside of me. My eyes rolled back and rode his face more, his nose bumped against my clit and then he sucked my bud into his mouth and I couldn't wait, and when he slapped my ass so hard causing a wave of ripples thundering across my ass, I came so hard and so much and my eyes rolled back again and I felt like a doll that's voice box has been broken and I'm sputtering things on repeat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out, tears poured down my cheek in black from my mascara.

I slid down and pushed down his sweats into his anaconda of a cock sprung out almost cartoonishly. I was drooling, and it hit his thigh. His cock twitched and he whined. "Fuck." He gasped.

I reached down and rubbed my release from my pussy, I dropped saliva on his tip and took my slicked hand and rubbed my juices along with my saliva rubbing his cock with the organic lubricant. He bucked his hips almost violently. I watched in awe as I took my soaked hand and rubbed and kneaded his balls. I couldn't see his face since my ass was in his but hips and serpentine cock was telling me everything. I gently played with balls and stroked his cock, wet and lewd sounds echoed in the car playing along with Flesh for Fantasy.

I moved my mouth down to the puckered hole between his ass, I swirled my tongue around his rim and he made the most delicious whine of a sound. "Fuck, just like that you dirty girl" he groaned his voice going higher at the end.

I spat on his hole before sucking on it and he bucked again. "Holy fuck!" He gasped. I still was stroking his cock sloppily, as I sucked on his hole, my drool spilling before I pressed my tongue in and his cock was leaking spilling his cock. Wet, slurping noises mixed with his whining. I then moved my mouth off of his rim and took his cock in my mouth, he gripped my ass and thrust into my mouth before spreading my cheeks and I felt his spit on my hole, causing me to moan around his thickness.

He mimicked my motions from earlier, sucking on my hole and I whimpered against his shaft. Timothée didn't hold back any longer, he started fucking my mouth and I gripped his thighs to hold on, my nails dug into his skin as he sucked on my rosebud and proceeded to tongue fuck it as he slammed his cock down my throat. Tears spilled down my face as sloppy lewd sounds muffled my cries and his eager feasting.

I felt a single ringed finger move in stretching my back door entrance and I writhed, writhing like I was possessed. I choked on his cock and orgasmed just when he filled my mouth with his release.

He pulled me off him as he panted lazily, he gently patted my ass. "I'm not done with you, chouchou."

I felt boneless but was being pulled about, before I knew it he had me on his reclined seat with my bruised nipples pressed against the cooling leather. He spread my legs and slapped my ass hard, when I let out a yelp he slapped it again and harder before grabbing it roughly in such a dizzying manner. He bit my cheek hard and I let out a sob before I melted into a moan. He bit my other cheek and I gasped. I knew I was going to be black and blue later. I shivered when he rubbed my dripping pussy before forcing two fingers in deliciously.

"F-fuck!" I stuttered.

"Jesus, wet little fuck doll. Feel that? You love this don't you? Love me destroying this perfect made to order body. You want me penetrating you in every sense of the word, no one else just me?"

I could hardly answer so weakly nodded, but he wasn't having that. He bit my ass so hard and clung to the seat lurching forward. "Answer me, chouchou, je l'exige!"

He's bossing me around in French? Was I dreaming? Did I get drugged and induced to this alternate reality like my own Wonderland?

I love it, I love this, I wanted his name etched into every part of me.Timothée, Timothée, Timothée, Timothée.

He didn't demand me in harsh tones or a darkening voice, every command in French or English has been in gentle chastising, stern and soft, almost lazy sounding, with a threat beneath.

"Shit, look at that pussy glisten, you like me roughing you up? You're a doll that likes to be played with so hard she breaks? More Bratz than Barbie?"

"Yes!" I cried out, his words pushing me toward another orgasm.

"There's her voice, thought I lost it, don't ever not speak again baby. " He pressed against me, that weapon he calls a cock sandwiched between my ass like they're a pair of buns and he has the hot dog. He kissed my neck gently, his ringlets brushed against my skin. "I always want to hear your pretty voice, it's the most gorgeous sound in the whole word."

I almost cried at his saccharine words, no one has ever spoken to me like that.

"Yes, Timothée. "

"You're so good, so sweet, now are you going to be a good little whore and let me in?" He slapped his cock against my weeping hole. "Just gonna be a whore for me? Open your pussy for me?" He bit on my neck making me whine. "Shake this fine ass for me?" He gripped my ass making it jiggle. "Be good please" He pleaded and sniffed my hair. "Shake it for me as I impale you with my cock, I've always dreamed…"

The fact that I have starred in his fantasies, I couldn't believe I was that high on someone like Timothée Chalamet's pedestal. He pushed inside me slowly, and I felt him so deep in, tip brushing close to my cervix, I felt brain dead. Once he bottomed out he placed his hand on my abdomen where I could see his outline of his dick, holy fuck.

Remembering his pleas, I moved my ass bouncing it back on his cock provocatively. He groaned his hands held onto me possessively, his breath panting in my ear as he pinned me down with no way of me escaping as he fucked into me. His balls slapped against my pussy lips. "Good girl, good girl. Fuck that's it, best ass in the world, best pussy, so tight!" He gasped as he pounded inside of me faster, obscene sounds of our affair overpowered the volume of our Playlist.

I whined for more. He was thrusting so fast and so hard, stretching me more than I've ever been and the delicious pain of him hitting my cervix pulling me into a state of bacchanal frenzy. I couldn't ever cum unless I felt a bite of pleasure, he knows my body so well like he owns it. He bit the back of my shoulder sinking his teeth in and I gripped his cock, choking it with my pussy.

He sobbed out into my ear, pounding faster and faster, my eyes crossed, my tongue fell out and unintelligent words spilled from my mouth as I squirted and made a mess on his cock and his expensive car. I felt him fill me and fill me, no way could anyone have this much cum? It hasn't ended, I suddenly for the first time desired cumflation, to show physical evidence of where it all went.

"I-ung-ngh!" I got out and he laughed maniacally, lost in his own state of euphoria. "Fuck that's right, take it. Sois une gentille fille pour moi, prends tout mon petit chaton crème. Laisse-moi te posséder, te posséder, et je t'adorerai, je ferai tout ce que tu voudras. S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, putain!"

He finished his last ropes, with a loud outcry. We cried together and he collapsed against me. His cock still in me was still hard even though he panted like he climbed Everest when he just climbed me. "One more time please…one more time before I take you home."

I was beyond exhausted, everywhere was sore. I would need an Epsom salt bath, 3 200mg ibuprofen, and cotton underwear. No way could I take another around. "Okay, just one more."

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