#timothee chalamet male reader

[cannibalizedlove]

Timothée Chalamet (characters) x Male reader headcannons

Information and warnings — smutty and fluffy head cannons, head cannons for my favorite timmy characters, kink head cannons, all male x male ideas.

Hal, The King.

- Obsessed with showing you off, you’re his consort, and he makes it known.

- Absolutely possessive and will have anyone who looks at you for too long be beheaded.

- Loves spoiling you, you live in absolute luxury.

- Takes you horse back riding all the time, it’s his favorite activity to do with you.

- Trains you in combat even though he knows you’ll never need it, he’ll always protect you.

- Degrader to the max, he loves letting you know you’re below him.

- Loves when you worship him, definitely more of a receiver than giver.

- Completely vocal, a slew of groans, curses and degrading remarks never stop leaving his mouth.

- Dom for sure, he’s too prideful to be below you, but if you beg enough, maybe he’ll let you inside him.

- Definitely into pet play, you’re his mutt and he makes it known.

- Always adding “my” infront of pet names, degrading or not. Ex: My sweetheart, my pathetic boy, my whore.

- Kinks including; cock worship, breeding, power imbalance, exhibition, humiliation (giving), sadism, impact play, pet play.

Laurie, Little Women.

- He’s always writing you love letters.

- The biggest sweetheart and an even bigger flirt.

- Takes you to see all the newest films, and pays more attention to your reactions than the film itself.

- Your relationship is hidden, due to the time period.

- He treats you like a bestfriend in public, simply for the safety of the both of you, but loves you like a dog behind closed doors.

- Laurie waited until you told him you loved him before he made any sexual advances, he wanted it to be purely making love; not having sex.

- He always will treat you first, you’re his everything, of course he’ll get you off before himself.

- Not the most vocal, but definitely not silent.

- He prefers to let out soft moans and quiet praises rather than being vocal and over the top.

- Obsessed with sucking you off, and more so the faces and noises you make during it.

- He’s a sweet boy, the most intense he gets is probably the occasional slap on the ass when you look too good.

- Kinks include: praise and breeding, otherwise he’s mostly vanilla.

Lee, Bones and All.

- Absolute lover boy, attached to your hip.

- He’s a complete house husband, always cooking you something when you get home.

- If you’re also an eater, he’ll always make sure they’re not a threat anymore before even letting you see the body.

- If you’re not an eater, he’ll make sure to only feed off of people who are a safe option, he never wants you to have to see him hurt.

- He’s always singing country tunes to you in the pick up, and holding your hand as he drives.

- If you’re ever called any slur while you’re out with him, he’ll tell you to run along before feasting on them.

- Lee’s a big crier, anytime you hug him and tell him you love him, the waterworks come out.

- He’s out and proud, he doesn’t care about any homophobia and constantly talks about his boyfriend.

- For a long time he refused to have any kinky sex, he was terrified of hurting you and never wanted to talk down on you; you’re perfect to him and he never wanted you to think any less.

- When you told him that it was okay, and you wanted him to be more aggressive in the bedroom — he gave you that exactly.

- He’s obsessed with making you suck on his fingers, and loves staring down at you while you do.

- Loves giving you handjobs and watching you squirm.

- Lee fucks like a rabbit, fast and hard, and for hours.

- Ties you up and blindfolds you while playing with your cock.

- He was surprised he enjoyed being topped, but still gives you directions while you’re inside of him, top or bottom; he’s definitely the dom.

- Kinks include: Bondage, sensory deprivation, daddy kink (both ways), exhibition, gagging, praise and degration.

Elio, Call Me by Your Name.

- Always taking you to parties, showing you off to everyone.

- Loves dancing with you, and pushes you out on the dance floor before you can say no.

- Annotates books and lends them to you, asking if you liked the parts he highlighted.

- Takes you swimming constantly, always throwing you into the water and laughing when you yell at him.

- Plays songs for you every time you come over, telling you you’re as handsome as the piano’s melody.

- Bikes out to the markets early to bring back gifts as soon as you wake up.

- Flops onto you and holds you tight when he cries, never ashamed to be himself with you.

- When hes angry he’ll throw things in his room, and you always help him fix them.

- Likes when you hold him like a child and read to him, and has fallen asleep many times while sucking on your chest or neck.

- Always sneaking you past Mafalda in the late hours of the night.

- 100% whiney and whimpery, you have to kiss him to swallow his drawn out moans.

- Loves receiving head, and thinks you’re magic the way you work his length.

- A switch but prefers when you take control and use him.

- Obsessed with just going dumb, he wants you to control him, make decisions for him and use him whenever you want.

- Cries often during sex just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, always begging you to hold him through the tears.

- He’s definitely into being your pet, just being a complete boytoy for your use, enjoying being your lap dog.

- Calls you Mister and begs for your attention when he’s needy.

- Kinks include: Orgasm control, pet play, age play, free use, edging, dry humping, spanking.

Paul Atreides, Dune.

- Another absolute lover boy.

- He had dreams about you for months, and when he first saw you his heart skipped a beat.

- He’s completely devoted to you, he thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread and doesn’t dare to give anyone the amount of attention he gives you.

- Paul absolutely yearns for you, he feels like a piece of him is missing when he can’t see his boy.

- He offers to train you, even though he knows you’re much, much better than him.

- During nightmares he wakes up in cold sweats and sobs into your chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

- He always tries to call the largest sandworm to impress you, and offers you a ride every time.

- Paul isn’t a very sexual person, but he enjoys pleasing you whenever you ask him.

- He always goes slow and holds you the whole way through, being as gentle as he can be.

- He has a fantasy about using The Voice on you, but is much too nervous to tell you about it.

- Kinks include: He enjoys calling you mommy sexually or not, (yes even if you’re a man, he’s got serious mommy issues), praise kink, vanilla.

Kyle Scheible, Lady Bird.

- After Lady Bird, Kyle worked on himself and found that he was head over heels for you.

- You were nervous due to his reputation, but decided to give him a chance and hes forever grateful for that.

- He’s still a bit of an asshole, but in an endearing way, you love how passionate he is about things like war and taking down the economy.

- He’s always smoking a hand rolled cigarette and telling you how much he hates buying things, so he’ll always make you gifts instead of purchasing them.

- Always bringing you to his gigs, and cheesily shouting you out in the crowd.

- He writes all his songs about you, you’re his muse.

- At first he was embarrassed dating a guy, especially at catholic school, but he quickly got over it when he realized you were too amazing to pass up over some dumb homophobia.

- He’s obsessed with marking you, you never leave the house without a purple splotch to tell everyone you’re his.

- Loves when you suck him off while he’s smoking, he’ll grab a fist full of hair and let you work while he finishes the cigarette.

- He’s not too out there kinky, but he’s definitely rough.

- He loves manhandling you and turning you into a bitch.

- Definitely has a thing for calling you the F slur.

- Always forces your head down when he finishes, making you take it all.

- Kinks include: rough sex, manhandling, being burned with cigarettes, marking, slur usage.

Gatsby Welles, Rainy Day in New York.

- GOD this man.

- He does everything for you, you’re his muse and he’s obsessed.

- Always gambling to buy you the nicest things.

- As stated in the movie, Gatsby has autism, so it’s a bit difficult for him to express how he feels completely, but he always shows you how much he loves you in any way possible.

- Always talking about things to do in New York, the two of you are never stuck in the house.

- Whenever he reads romance novels, he imagines the two of you as the main characters.

- Sings to you all the time, especially to get you to sleep.

- Total cuddler, he’s laying on you, holding you, latching onto you whenever he can.

- Always refers to you as “my boy”, or “my angel boy”, complete romantic.

- Takes you for walks anytime it’s raining, and always winks when your clothes become soaked and begin to cling to your body.

- You’re his everything, he’ll do anything for you, as soon as you ask for something you have it done.

- Same goes for the bedroom, anytime you bring up an idea or concept, he has it done that night, he loves spicing things up.

- The most gentle lover in the world, he doesn’t like hurting you unless specifically asked for, and even then he’s extremely gentle on the slaps.

- Somehow gets more poetic during sex, hes always finding new ways to sweep you off your feet.

- His biggest fantasy is having you cock warm him while he plays piano, and can’t wait to ask you for it.

- Kinks include: loving you, yearning for you, did I mention loving you.

@mattykay

[st4rrth0ughts]

giving willy his first time. 🍫🎩

⚠️ftm! Willy Wonka

Pretty. Thats how you would describe Willy Wonka, the eccentric chocolate maker. He's sweet, a little bit too kind, and he has that child like wonder about him that really made you wonder why the Cartel hated this man. You honestly didn't know why such a man like him decided to put in so much effort just to break through your cold exterior, your just a chef from a high end establishment, he could have gone for anyone else. Yet, he chose you, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Nights with him are soft and gentle, but tonight, it seems Willy wants to try something a little more daring.

He's so cute when squirming under you, fisting your hair while your tongue ever so gently trails over his pretty pussy. Willy's face is flushed and he's breathing heavily, he's never done this before. Was it normal to feel embarrassed at being naked in front of you? Was it normal for him to feel like he's floating while you play with his cunt? His thoughts are burst as he lets out a small gasp when you slot your finger into him, the warmth of your digits exploring him was so weird, but it felt so- so good, the chocolatier doesn't know what to do anymore as his mouth lets out sounds he didn't even know he could make.

Your finger is moving so gently, so slowly and sensually inside him, he's whimpering as he digs his hands into the pillow below him as he bucks his hips back onto your finger. A small smile graces your lips as you see how you were getting the exact reaction you wanted out of him, slotting another finger, gently pushing your way deeper into him as he cries out desperately. The inventor's eyes are dilating as he tried to make semblance on what this feeling was. it felt good, it felt lovely, it felt euphoric.

He lets out a sob as he cums on your fingers, tears falling from his eyes as he stares at you in a daze. Cooing softly in his ear at how well he did for you, gently kissing his neck, chest, thigh, as you slowly ease your tip into the inventor, tracing your finger gently over his cheek as he babbles dumbly about how weird it felt. His body is so perfect, he felt perfect, it was almost like he was made to fit your cock in him. Wet sounds fill the room as you gently push your cock into him, your length fitting snugly in his body, while your lover is writhing in both pain and pleasure as he drools as he grips the pillow so tightly his nails are ripping the fabric.

his moans are the sweetest thing ever, while your slowly thrusting into him, taking your time and letting him ease into it, he's sobbing and whining while he feels you so, so deep in him, he's seeing stars. He can feel heat building up in his stomach, he can feel you pressing against his cervix, sending jolts through his body as his back arches, jerking off the mattress. after a few more soft thrusts and a lot of gentle praises from you, he comes undone with a high pitched wail, falling back on the bed with a deep flush on his face as he chuckles softly at you. With a loud groan, you reach your own peak as well, pulling out of him, watching as your cum leaked out his pussy.

Lovely, that's what Willy Wonka was. He is a chocolatier and inventor, But most importantly, he's your lover, just like how your his, and neither of you would have it any other way.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hii!! Can you do a Wonka x Male!reader fic where reader owns a toy shop and makes toys? And Willy enters the toy shop and becomes friends with reader and then Willy would visit every now and then, and could it be like a slow burn? Thank you!

Toy shop

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

(should I make a part 2??)

A/N: omg i love this sm its so cute. s/n= shop name, also I have no clue how old noodle is but I’m gonna say like 12 just for the fic.

warnings: lots and lots of pining.. nothing rlly

“Where would you say, is the best place to go for Noodle’s present?” Willy asked Abacus one day after closing. He decided to pack up early to go run some errands, like buying some things for his apartment and also for Noodle.

It was almost Noodle’s birthday, and Willy had been making her her favorite chocolates but he felt like she deserved more. Besides, he had more money now.

“Mm… I passed by this toyshop not so long ago, its on that street somewhere. You can’t miss it.” He pointed, Willy smiled and thanked him, and began to walk over.

Now he wasn’t too sure on what to get a young girl. He hadn’t thought of it until he entered the shop.

You were smiling and helping a family out, pointing to an aisle. Your eyes then landed on the door, an oddly dressed man walked towards you. You smiled and greeted him.

“Hi, welcome to S/N, how can I help you?” You asked him.

He looked at you and smiled back. “Hi, I’m terrible at gift picking, forgive me.” Willy said with a small laugh. “But I was wondering if you could help me try and find a gift for a little girl? A 12 year old girl, to be exact.” He for some reason felt himself getting nervous as he talked, he’s never felt that before.

“No worries, I would love to help.” You said with a smile, you looked to one of your employees and asked for them to fill in for you for just a second.

“Of course, sir.”

“This place is…” Willy started as you walked through the aisles with him.

“Huge? Yeah. It used to be some old restaurant. It took a while for me to fix it up but..” you shrugged.

“You’re the owner?” He asked you, turning his head to you now. You nodded.

“That’s amazing. Oh- I’m Willy, Wonka.” He held his hand out for you to shake, you shook it and just the feeling of your hands made him feel like he was floating.

“Y/n.” You paused, the name sounding familiar.

“Wait, you’re that new chocolate shop owner, right?”

“That’s me.” He said with a grin, tipping his hat.

“That’s amazing, I went actually the other day, and just the outside looks beautiful, and the inside is just.. wow.”

“Really? I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah… so, uh, what does this girl like?”

“Not too sure. She’s been cooped up in work all her life, really. So I’m not sure she knows..”

“Working at 12?”

“It’s a.. long story. She hasn’t really been able to live a life.” He shrugged.

“Well, I think I have some ideas. We have dolls, tons of teddy bears, a lot of three wheeled bikes have been pretty popular as well. Like this one.” You gestured to one on display,

“Yeah. I think that’s perfect for her. How much is it?”

“5 sovereigns.” You responded, he thought for a moment and pulled out some.

“Only 5?” He was shocked, cheap for such a product.

You shrugged with a small smile. “I like to make sure that every kid has something they love.”

He smiled back at your thoughtfulness. He wished he had met someone like you when he was a kid.

You rang it up, and you both talked for a bit more after.

"It was nice to meet you, Y/n." he said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you as well, Willy."

And he could already tell this was not the last time he would be visiting your shop.

He visited one day after closing, and you had just closed up as well.

“Hey, Y/n!” He called your name, you turned around to see him running over to you.

“Willy?”

“The one and only.” He said with a small smile, and walked next to you. You both talking and laughing for a while, and he had asked to walk you home which you obviously said yes to.

The next time you both saw each other, he came into the store.

“Hey! So, did Noodle like it?” He had told you the name of his friend before.

“Hey! She loved it. She’s still learning, but you know..”

“I’m glad.” You said, looking into his eyes and felt yourself almost getting lost in them.

“What are you here for? Something else?” You questioned.

“Just wanted to talk.” He said, “you know, you’re a fun person to talk to.”

You quirked an eyebrow as you opened a door and motioned for him to come in behind the counter. You walked over to the break room and you both sat down.

“That’s a compliment I’ve never heard before.”

“It’s true.” He said, you laughed and shook your head to yourself.

“What?” He asked, laughing along.

“Nothing, nothing.” You waved it off, and you both smiled at each other for a while before one of your employees came up.

As she approached them, the woman stopped mid-sentence, feeling like she was interrupting something.

“Oh- yes?” You turned to her quickly, snapping out of it and feeling your cheeks heat up. Willy felt the same as his cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked the other way, trying to hide his large smile.

“There’s a customer asking for you…”

You sighed. “I’ll be right there.”

He watched you, following you as you got up and over to the counter.

“Hello, what seems to be the problem?” You asked.

“They’re wondering if they can get this fixed. I told them we wouldn’t know how-“ your employee started.

The little girl held up a broken wooden toy.

“We can’t afford another one..” her mom started.

“Luckily, I know exactly the solution to your problem.” You said, a small smile on your face as you swiped your hand over it, as it seemingly fixed itself, looking brand new.

The girls eyes widened as you handed it back. She looked up at you.

“Thank you, sir!”

“Of course.“

Willy watched from a distant, a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with the girl and her parents. You were amazing, in his eyes.

You turned around, your employee also seemed shocked at you as you walked back into the room with Willy.

“Well, I’m not even gonna ask how you did that.” Willy started.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” You held your finger to your lips, you both smiling at each other again.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

paul atreides in dune one is boyish and awkward, not having grown into his skin yet his relationship with you is more of a situationship.

he wants a relationship with you so bad but hes way too nervous to do anything about it and instead keeps you at arms length too scared he might do something to fuck up and make you not want him.

you dont fuck but hes too awkward to call it making love, he likes to lay you down and explore your body, committing every little detail to memory even though hes already memorized everything about you.

hes eager to please you, fucking you and letting you fuck him whenever and however you want, he is completely and utterly down bad for you

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Dating Regulus Black

Short and crappy but ay

okok so first how you met

Ofc it was at the library

He was in the corner reading something on potions

And you decided to sit by him with with your romance novel

Obviously you knew who he was

Sirius Black had been an asshole about his younger brother for years

“Hes bad news”

You never listened though

You’d always found the mysterious boy beautiful

Always found his messy dark hair pretty

He was a pretty boy

No denying that

Unless you’re sirius black who finds everything about his younger brother revolting

Once you sat down his eyes flicked to you

And he narrowed his eyes

You probably asking him about what he was reading

he was reserved for a while

only saying one or two words at a time

until you brought up something he happened to be passionate about

he spoke excitedly and went on a mini ramble about it

you smiled at him and listened intently

then you started visiting him at the library everyday

and before you knew it you’d been hanging out with him at the library for 6 months

you were head over heels for the boy

but you didn’t want to ruin your cute library friendship with him

one day when you go to you guys usual spot

sirius black is there

arguing with Regulus about something

you hid and listened in

nosey mf

“why are you hanging out with them so much, are you trying to convert them to your disgusting cause?”

Regulus slammed his fists on the table and screamed back at his brother

sirius said something like “you arent capable of love” and left

probably something like “I love them!” or “I’m in love with them”

it got quiet after that

you walked over to regulus quickly

he looked alarmed and started to say something

but you just pressed a soft kiss to his cheek

his eyes were comically large

and his mouth gaped like a fish for a bit

then he blushed super red

but he kissed you back

but on the lips

after this he was more open about his affections for you

but he still felt nervous

so it took a few more weeks to make it official

but when it was made official he was the sweetest

he’d buy you cute muggle romance novels

you’d both sneak out to the lake at night 

when you did you’d cuddle and have deep conversations

he wasn’t much for pda but he’d still give soft little neck kisses

and he’d squeeze your hand three time

which was another way of saying I love you

hes an adorable human being

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This is my first story. It's a Wonka 2023 x Male!Reader. Let me know if you want a female version of this story, too! Just message me! Also, I'll refer to the reader as Yin instead of Y/N. It'll still mean your name; it's just a different way of writing it. This might change later. Let me know if you like the 'Yin' idea or not.

Enjoy the first chapter!

Summary: Yin is a runaway after his parents died before he turned 18. He meets Noodle, and when he needs a place to stay, she sneaks him into Scrubbit's and Bleacher's. Yin wishes for change. His wish seems to come true when an eccentric and very cute chocolatier comes to town, ready to sell his chocolate.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Yin walked around the Gallery Gourmet, his (hair color) (straight/curly/wavy) slightly messy from the wind. He looked around at all the shops and restaurants for what felt like the hundredth time. It's the same old thing over and over again.

As he got closer to the center of the Gallery Gourmet, he saw where the three titans of chocolate resided. Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber, and Gerald Prodnose. The sight of the three buildings made him tense, and he looked away.

But just before he could turn and walk away, he heard a voice. But not just a speaking voice. The voice was singing.

🎵At last, the Gallery Gourmet

I knew that we'd see it one day

It's everything you said, Mama

And, oh, so much more🎵

The voice was tenor like and sounded very optimistic. It drew Yin in, and he followed the voice. He weaved through people, excusing himself as he followed the voice.

🎵Each way that you turn, another famous chocolate store

Here's my destiny, I just need to unlock it

Will I crash and burn or go up like a rocket?

I got nothing to offer but my chocolate

And a hatful of dreams🎵

The voice got louder and more clear, signaling he was getter closer. Now, he was in the center of the Gallery Gourmet, and what he saw surprised him.

It was a man, a man around his age; maybe a little older.

He was dressed in a magenta coat with faded gold embroidery, a fuzzy vest over a striped button-up shirt. He also saw a bluish gray scarf around his neck. Beige striped pants that looked like mailman pants, tall worn brown boots, and a brown lumpy top hat. He also had a cane with him. From physical features, Yin could tell he was lithe and pale but not in a sickly sense. He couldn't see his face too well where he was, but he could tell he had dark brown curly hair underneath the top hat.

It was an unusual attire to see, but Yin quite liked it, even feeling envious because he was dressed similarly to the man; minus the coat, hat, cane, and scarf. But the unusual outfit wasn't what took him him off guard. It was the fact he was dancing in the middle of the square.

He looked ridiculous, but Yin couldn't help but find it endearing. He let out a couple of giggles before covering his mouth, a blush blossoming onto his cheeks. Since when did he giggle like a girl with a crush?

Then, he saw Officer Affable tap on the mysterious man's shoulder, reaching his hand out. Yin could only sigh in annoyance. He hated the 'no daydreaming' rule. It was stupid. Not to mention, you have to give three sovereigns for it?! He rolled his eyes. Whoever made the rules needs a good smack on the head.

The man reluctantly gave the officer the money before he left. Officer Affable made eye contact with Yin before giving the boy a nod. Yin nodded back respectfully. Officer Affable was a decent guy; better than some of the other officers.

Yin went to leave, but as he turned, he accidentally made eye contact with the top hat wearing man. He let out a soft gasp. He saw that the man had some sharp facial features but still managed to look childlike.

He quickly recovered and gave the man an apologetic look with a nod before quickly running the opposite way before the man could respond. Once he was behind a building, he inhaled and exhaled softly, his cheeks warm with embarrassment.

'I can't believe I embarrassed myself in front of him. God, I'm an idiot. But.... he didn't judge me when I was blatantly watching him. He actually looked friendly and really cute.' He thought to himself.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly. He couldn't wait to tell Noodle this later.

(Time Skip to nighttime)

Yin sat in the room in the back of the lobby of Scrubbit and Bleacher's, leaning against the wall. Next to him was Noodle, his one and only best friend. She was reading a book as he read silently next to her. He would occasionally point at a word, silently asking Noodle what it meant. He was intelligent, but Noodle reads more than he does.

The scratching at the entrance to the wash house caught their attention. He heard Mrs. Scrubbit scolding Tiddles, the wild guard dog. They heard Bleacher talking to Ms. Scrubbit. Then, they heard they had another guest.

'Oh no. Not another guest.' Yin thought to himself.

They listened to the two talk, along with the voice of the new guest, a voice Yin swore he recognized.

Mrs. Scrubbit then called for Noodle to pour glasses of gin, which she reluctantly did. Yin took the opportunity to take a peek out into the main lobby. He saw the two pigs known as Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher, but when he saw the new guest, he had to hold back a gasp in worry.

'Oh no. It's the cute man from earlier!' He thought to himself.

Yin took Noodle's hand and dragged her into the backroom again.

"Yin? What's wrong?" Noodle whispered.

"It's him." He whispered back.

"You mean..."

Yin nodded. "The man from the Gallery Gourmet."

The pair watched the three converse.

"You see, I'm something of a magician. Inventor and chocolate maker. And first thing tomorrow at the Gallery Gourmet, I plan to unveil my most astonishing creation yet!"

Yin felt his body tense up again. He planned to sell chocolate?! Here?! He's up against the Chocolate Cartel, the only ones who sell chocolate in this town. He can't compete with them.

Yin watched the man remove his top hat. He got a better look at the curly haired man. Sharp jawline, tall nose, his eyes were big and wide, paired with a set of bushy but straight eyebrows that matched perfectly. However, he couldn't see what color his eyes were.

He wondered what color they were.

He watched as the man reached into the hat to seemingly pull out his creation. Instead, he pulled out a teapot.

"A teapot."

"No. That's just for making tea. One second."

He put the teapot back into the hat and went for a second time. This time, he pulled out a bunch of carrots.

"That's for my stew."

Noodle and Yin giggled as the curly haired magician got flustered and tried a third time, but instead continuously pulled out an assortment of scarves. Yin placed his hand over his mouth to prevent a particularly loud giggle that was about to escape his mouth; also, to hide the soft blush that was starting to bloom onto his cheeks.

After Yin calmed down, he saw the man, which he learned was named Mr. Wonka, revert back what Yin assumed was his usual demeanor as he thanked Mrs. Scrubbit. Then, Yin saw Scrubbit take out the thing that he and Noodle dreaded. A contract.

"I have to stop him from signing that. Yin. Go to my room and hide before Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher find you." Noodle instructed in a whisper. She pointed up the stairs from her hiding spot in the backroom. "You know where it is."

Yin, knowing the drill, nodded and quickly but quietly jogged upstairs to where the workers sleep. He got to Noodle's room and slipped in, closing the door. He sighed and sat on Noodle's bed. The room was dark, with only a few beams of soft blue moonlight shining through the window, bars on the outside of said window.

'I hope Noodle managed to convince Mr. Wonka into not signing that contract.' His thoughts then wandered to the very adorable magician. 'He seemed so optimistic and driven about his creation. I hope it’s as astonishing as he says it is.' He thought to himself with a soft smile.

Yin removed his boots and laid on the bed. He pulled the threadbare blanket over him. As he drifted off, he thought more about the optimistic and aspiring chocolatier. He was very excited to see what would happen tomorrow.

[supercap2319]

Jane: “So... you got a girlfriend?”

Thor: “Oh... no. No.” *Chuckles* “I’ve got a boyfriend though.”

Jane: *Shocked* “Boyfriend?!”

Thor: “Yes, Y/N. He’s quite a handsome young lad.”

Jane: “Oh, cool. I’m gonna go check this place out.” *Flies away with whooping and crackling*

[infernalodie]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 || 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡é𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭

“𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺?“

Inspo: DESTIN CONRAD - UNPREDICTABLE

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You liked having control in your life. When Timothée shows up and destabalizes that, you put him in his place.

Warnings: Heavy smut, rough sex, bulge kink, and brat taming

Words 1323

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Unpredictability wasn’t something you could say you were fond of. Having a clear base of what to expect and such helped you feel some sort of assurance. Perhaps it has just been something you preferred over chaos. Or maybe it was something you hated being a witness to just judging by your past. Constantly being picked up and dropped from projects or friends when you believed things to be well. But instead of you making the possible assessment of you being naive, you blamed it on unpredictability. Now, when that came into the form of a person - the specific pet peeves you had, you knew you were doomed.

Timothée had been a different type of refreshment when you joined a movie project. A romance that seemed far more graphic and thriller-esque than you would’ve expected your co-star to take. But when you saw him wielding an axe, swinging down on the dummy corpse, you were very much proven wrong. Again, his unpredictability and his skill of acting had taken your life in full swing. How he seemed to harness the complete psychotic boyfriend your character was with, it had done some other things to you as well.

Specifically in the way that Timothée’s character had just killed someone and your character might’ve been nothing less than turned on. And when you read the script, it wasn’t supposed to be as intense as it had been. But Timothée improvised and kissed you. The cameras continued to roll and the director was shocked to practically catch a full-on one-take of you two making out with a body laying on the floor behind Timothée.

The hype around you two being in a movie together was already pretty crazy. But when the trailer came out and the director made sure to have a brief snippet of that scene in the trailer, the world went ballistic. Paparazzi were searching for every scoop they could get on you and Timothée. And in the middle of the chaos, there you were trying to gain a grasp of some sort of control you needed. If it was to be the smallest thing, you would be glad.

But you were subjected to attending the red carpet and premiere for the movie. Made to answer questions about Timothée instead of directing them elsewhere. Which made you justifiably flustered in certain moments.

And then, the living embodiment of unpredictability arrived, shocking you, of course. Wearing what seemed to be a shirt with the entirety of his back open. Sleek and tight pants that persuaded your eyes to stare at his ass longer than needed. There was no doubt in your mind that over the time you two had been working together, there had been a mutual attraction shared between the two of you. Often times ignoring the fact that in any intimate scenes in the movie that you had felt Timothée’s cock hard against your body.

It was those times when it felt like the make-out or “sex” scenes felt extremely real. Creating a sense of unknown whenever you came onto the set knowing that you and Timothée would have to go and do something intimate.

“Did you make the decision to wear this?” You inquired, walking over to your co-star.

The sound of your voice had made Timothée’s lips curl into a large grin with him turning to you. Your hulking height and figure overshadow him from all the cameras and fans watching the two of you. Timothée had been poking and prodding at you since the moment you two did the read of the script together. Flirting on set, whilst trying to keep it minimal so you didn’t exactly catch on. Because you were genuinely the most gorgeous guy he had ever seen.

You stood a good 5 inches taller than him with muscles that could absolutely break him in half. Brown skin so soft to the touch it would be hard to believe you had a normal 9 to 5 job before you made it into Hollywood. And finally, you were charming in all the right ways. But Timothée quickly discovered how you didn’t like sudden things, so that would be the reason for him teasing you every chance he got and hoping some of his action knocked you off balance.

And for today, he seems to have been successful when finding your eyes constantly running up and down his body. But you had reached your breaking point with the man. From the world being ballistic, stardom seeming to finally hit you, and Timothée being under your skin, you were finally at your precipice.  “Do you like it?” Timothée asked, lips having taken a smirk, as you continued to stare at him.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” you answered, an arm wrapping around the man’s waist. Timothée suppressed the surprise when feeling your hand grip his hip tightly. “But I’ll definitely like it off when we get inside.”

Timothée’s eyes widened as he looked up at you. Instead of finding that usual soft smile that you usually wore, he was greeted by a deadpan. Your eyes are unwavering from his and a complete contrast of colour and brightness. You were pissed, that wasn’t hard to see.

But Timothée still felt his cock slowly begin to awaken with the dirty thoughts of how you would be with him when you were angry. Maybe how you would fuck him stupid. Or maybe how you would leave him high and dry; your own personal toy.

Turning his attention to the paparazzi that begged for both of your attention, Timothée muttered, “Then maybe we should hurry up here, huh?”

Timothée let out groans and quiet moans as your hips snapped into his. Watching the reflection of his flushed face contort in pleasure as he was bent over the sink. Unbothered by the fact that the two of you had taken a public bathroom and had locked the door. Wanting this space to be only for the two of you, especially you who would control this entire situation.

Your hands held his waist in a firm grip. Each stab of your cock into his delicate and sensitive hole made a noticeable bulge in Timothée’s stomach. Rearranging his guts and stretching him to lengths that he wasn’t at all expecting.

“Fuck- Y/n!” He moaned, head falling forward.

It fell short with your hand grabbing his hair and yanking on his head. He cried, eyes half-lidded and filled with an unrelenting amount of lust that you could only deliver. And he was not afraid to show it with his hips often bouncing back to meet your thrusts.

But he wasn’t allowed to have any form of control now. No, that wouldn’t do. “No looking away,” you growled. “You asked for this, dumbass.”

Wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, you pulled him up flush to your exposed chest. Using your other hand to press to the bulge of your cock. Causing Timothée to mewl and groan, wiggling his hips to get free from the extra pressure on his insides.

He was a complete and utter mess. Body dripping in sweat, blush from the multiple places that you had sucked and bitten at. In the very few make-out scenes in the movie, you rarely got to see this side of him. The submissive side of him that seemed better than the little brat he always was

So, with your eyes focused on his through the mirror, you pressed your hips against his ass. The instant of you fully sheathed inside of him, he gasped and tried pulling away. A growl vibrated through your chest as you reached around and grabbed his cock, beginning to pump it. Thumb brushing over the slit and feeling him tremble in your grasp with a moan.

You smirked in amusement. “There’s still a few showcases before us,” you pointed out. “I wonder how many times I can make you cum before we’re needed.”

[cannibalizedlove]

My bestiest bestie recommended you and I have a BIG idea. I've always thought about a fic where y/n (any gender) moved into this creepy-ish home. After awhile of being there, there had been strange movements and noises and etc. Often the ghost of the house (timothee chalamet) visits only when they're asleep to either caress their hair or cheek because timothee is afraid to show himself to them; especially from fear of scaring them. He is a very beautiful ghost too. When the reader falls in love with timothee, they can only feel him. The reader is the only person that can physically touch him because of how strong their love is. (I might be a bit cheesy).

and the best part of this story is that when the reader dies in the future — the two lovers can and will always be happily together.

A very fluffy and sweet story! With some slight angst.

This is such a cute idea!! I love a little angst-y, cheesy story so I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. Love your and your besties blog as well!!

Hauntingly Yours.

Information and warnings — Gender neutral reader, gender never specified, Ghost Timothée, old hollywood Timothée, slow burn, very, very long fic.., reader death, Timothée doesn’t know what technology is, hurt/comfort, lover boy Timmy, fluffy angst.

You had recently moved into your new house, an old, southern gothic home from the early ‘20s.

When your friends helped you move, they joked that it was haunted. The rickety house was a bit beat down, chipped paint, leaky faucets and creaky floors galore, but it had good bone structure and charm that you couldn’t pass up.

You enjoyed the aesthetic of the house, and knew the more deserted area it was in would have a positive effect on your writing.

You had been in a slump, your book was 30 pages behind the deadline and your editor was livid. You believed if you were to move away from the loud city, the bustling streets and lit up buildings you could connect with the words and let them flow onto the pages.

It was about a week into settling in, and you were starting to believe your friends. In the dead of the night the floors would creek, and sinks would turn on randomly. When you would write, you felt a cold air touch your neck, and an almost humming sound would whisper in your ears.

You had finally had enough a few nights ago. You were about to lay down for a late sleep, when a loud crash came from the kitchen. You ran quickly to the room, finding a mug your mother had gifted you from your last apartment completely shattered on the floor.

After sweeping up the remaining pieces, you grabbed your laptop, getting to the bottom of this.

You began researching the area and house, and your jaw hung open as you found out the history of your home.

In the late 1930’s, a beautiful star was on the rise. Timothée Chalamet was an actor like no other, he was gorgeous, talented, and had incredible range.

He lived in a gorgeous home, it was in the southern part of the state, off the grid and away from the busy city he desperately needed to get out from.

It seemed as everyone loved him, except the man who took his life.

One night, as Timothée was alone in bedroom, he was shot dead. The shooter was later identified as his costar in his upcoming film.

As you read on, you became increasingly aware that you lived in an old hollywoods stars death bed.

What you weren’t aware of was he knew you lived here too.

Timothée had been alone for all these years, he had felt so alone. He would roam the hallways pacing back and forth for hours before returning back to the bed in which he had died in.

Until you came along.

You were beautiful, and so talented. He loved just standing in the doorway and watching your fingers tap on your weird bright box late at night, he didn’t quite know what it was but he enjoyed reading the words that popped up on it.

Timothée was terrified of letting you see him, so he’d only come into the room late at night, while you were sleeping. He’d softly caress your cheek or pet your hair, watching as your chest moved up and down in your slumber.

You couldn’t sleep, you were too horrified by the idea of sleeping in a deadman’s house, but mostly you were pissed that your real estate agent hadn’t told you about the haunted backstory.

As the late hour rolled around, Timothée had walked into your room, shocked to see you awake. He tipped toed around you too see what was on your light box, as he saw his passing plastered all over it.

His phantom heart sank. Timothée never wanted you to find out about him, he knew you’d be scared and leave him alone once again.

You felt the energy shift, a shiver ran down your spine and you decided enough was enough. You grabbed your phone and began to dial the number of your real estate agent, trying to find out how badly your pockets would be broke if you canceled your contract early.

That was until your phone was flung out of your hands, cracking the screen a bit.

“Hello?! Who’s there!?” You called out with wide eyes, trying to pretend you weren’t terrified in your own home.

A soft whisper rang through your ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You knew you weren’t alone.

You ripped a piece of paper off and drew a “yes, no” sign with two pens on top of eachother like the game you learned back in elementary school. This was the only way you knew how to talk to the other side. You sat on the dreaded bed, putting the paper in the middle of the mattress.

A weight shifted on the end of the bed, you knew this was Timothée, he was sitting with you.

“Is there someone here with me?” You asked out, hugging yourself for a sense of security.

Timothée picked up the pen and put it on the “Yes” part of the sign, watching you with tears in his eyes as he watched the utter sense of horror fill you. He was scaring you, something he wanted less than anything in the world.

“Are you the actor who died here back in the ‘30s?” You muttered out, watching as the pen once again went to the “Yes.”

“Are you able to speak to me?” Another question, Timothée swallowed thickly as he began to speak, believing you wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry to scare you mon amour..” A voice softly whispered out.

You jumped, falling off the bed and panting profusely. Timothée was equally shocked, his voice had never been heard before, and was utterly confused by your abilities.

“I can hear you.. I’m going fucking insane. I’m actually insane, oh my God.” You tugged on your skin, pulled on your hair and looked around like a madman, truly believing you were either asleep or finally losing your mind.

“You’re not insane, Dollface. I’m right here.” The voice called out, it had that old hollywood transatlantic accent mixed with a french one, and it had you.. swooning. Impossible, you’re not weak in the knees for a ghost.. right?

Timothée made your way towards you, and sat by you on the ground, “No one has ever heard me before, Mon Cherie. I’m so alone, all I do is roam the hallways and watch you work, I’m overwhelmed with desire when I see you.” His voice filled the room, and you calmed down slowly but surely.

As you guys continued talking, you found yourself relating more and more to him. He was a kind soul, who didn’t deserve anything he had went through. When he talked about his death, you felt water drop on your knee, and you knew he was crying. You comforted him, telling him that he was okay now and how nothing could hurt him anymore.

Throughout the conversations, you found yourself falling harder and harder into a love for him. He was incredibly talented, smart, and insanely witty. You knew if anyone walked in, they’d think you were absolutely mad, but funnily enough, you had never felt so grounded and happy.

“If you were alive when I was, I bet we would’ve been the best of lovers, Sweet Pie. We could’ve rocked Hollywoods world!” Timothée laughed, you chuckled with your head hanging low, you desperately wished it was true. You wished you could’ve loved him back then, maybe he never would’ve met his terrible fate and you could’ve grown old together. You both could’ve lived in this house, and he could’ve reached the level of stardom that he had deserved.

Soon when you lifted your head back up, complete shock struck you as you were now face to face with the man you had been speaking to all night.

He looked straight out of a black and white movie, he had a sharp nose, heavy lashes, perfectly set curls, and soft freckles that kissed his entire face.

You screamed, throwing your hands on your mouth.

“What?! What’s wrong?!” Timothée exclaimed, his eyes were wide and he grabbed your arm.

“I can.. You! I can see you?! I can FEEL you?!” You had explained in complete shock, locking eyes with him, and staring at his large hand on your arm.

Timothée was overjoyed that you could finally be with him, but he quickly feared that you would be scared of him, more than you were before.

“You’re.. beautiful, Timothée.” You said with a sigh, moving closer to him and gently running a thumb across his cheek. “Much more beautiful than the pictures, I didn’t think you could get prettier.” You giggled, bringing him into a tight embrace.

Timothée hadn’t felt a hug in decades, he began to sob, shaking like a leaf as he held you close. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to be seen.” He said through intense tears, and you shushed him quietly, kissing the top of his head and wiping his tears.

“I see you, Angel.” You began to cry with him, and the two of you fell asleep holding each other.

The days went on and you were falling for him more and more, since you could see and feel him now, you did everything together. You taught him what a laptop was, and you showed him new movies and explained how CGI was a part of every film now. He thought it was tacky, and said that hollywood had declined since his time and you laughed with agreement.

It had been about a month since you first met Timothée, and you were head over heels for him. Today was different than the others, because you decided you were going to tell him how you loved him. You cooked the two of you breakfast, and held his hand over the table as you ate with him.

“May I tell you something, dear?” You muttered, rubbing your thumb against his boney knuckles, holding eye contact with him as he had a bit of syrup on the corner of his mouth. He was a complete goof, and you loved him for it, he deserved to know that.

“Of course, darling, what is it?” He asked sweetly, smiling widely.

“I, well, I love you.” You exclaimed, you looked down as you said it, feeling like a fool.

“Oh, Mon Cherie.” Timothée began to cry, he was a very emotional man, and you loved that about him.

He left his seat and picked you up, swinging you around, “I love you more than you know!” His voice cried out.

For the rest of the day, you were clung to his side, you spent the entire afternoon kissing and holding him tightly. You loved him, he loved you and that’s all you needed. When the day had come to a close, you needed a shower. You broke apart from Timothée and left him with a peck on the lips.

You had gotten a towel, and began to undress, jumping into the shower. Everything was normal, you shampooed your hair, hummed songs and went to grab your soap. It fell out of your hands, and with closed eyes you went to grab it, in a terrible accident you slipped on the bar of soap. You screamed and slammed your head on the faucet insanely hard. For a moment you heard Timothée rushing into the room, and the next moment you heard and felt nothing.

You woke up to Timothée crying as he held you close, you were confused as you heard ambulances outside your home and men rushing in your direction. It felt like you were seeing with your eyes closed, and Timothée was whispering comforting nothings into your ears.

It had finally clicked for you, you had passed away due to the hit to your head. You were terrified. You began to scream and cry but your body wasn’t moving, you wanted to yell that you were alive and for them to stop wrapping your body, but Timothée held you down and told you that there was nothing you could do.

Months later your friends and family had a funeral for you, you stayed back, in that southern home.

Every morning you woke up to Timothée in your shared bed, and every night you’d eat dinner, and go to bed with him. You felt at peace, you knew that you and him would be in love forever, and you knew that nothing could tear you apart.

Your souls were intertwined in that home, till the end of time.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

If you want you should definitely make a part 2! :3

The second part could be where male!reader shows Willy how he makes the toys and then they chould chat for a while and the rest is up to you! You don't have to do part 2 if your too busy or anything else! But Im really happy that you could do my request! :]

𝒯ℴ𝓎𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌ℴ

part 1

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

a/n: I’d love to! Also sorry this took awhile to finish, was trying to do some school project and some work and I was on a trip ): thank you for being patient 😽

“So, do you make them or..?” The man inquired suddenly, looking around your shop again. He was curious to know more about you, he felt something he’s never felt before with you.

“I do make some, actually.” You smiled. “Let me show you something..” you stood up, and he followed behind you and into a back room.

“This, is my workshop.” You opened the door, and he was marveling at it all. The machines working and putting them in boxes, it was like a child’s dream in here.

“It’s amazing in here..” Willy said, looking back at you now. He looked into your eyes for a moment, and his face grew hot when you looked back at him with a smile he found so sweet. He turned his head and his cheeks were now tinted a pink.

You noticed, smiling to yourself. You both walked back outside and he was going to leave before he turned around and started talking.

“You can say no, but I was just wondering if you wanted to go to dinner someday..? Sorry. It’s random-“

“Willy.” You tried to stop his rambling.

“And I’m gonna go now-“

“Willy. I’d love to.” You said, his embarrassment washed away when you said those words, a large smile on his face now.

“Thank you. Would uh… Friday work for you?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll see you then.” He said, mostly to himself.

“See you.” You said, he turned around and walked away.

You laughed to yourself as he walked away, whisper yelling to himself and happily walking down the street.

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And Friday came, he visited you the day before that and you both had hung out. He felt happy when he was with you, he felt something he’s rarely felt. Although he couldn’t put his finger on it…

He found himself always wanting to be with you, and you him. You knew you liked him, you knew the second he had walked in asking for help.

“You ready?” He asked you, you nodded.

“You look great.. by the way.” He said, once you both started walking to the restaurant.

“Thanks. You do too.” You said, turning your head to look at him again. You gave him a smile and you both looked ahead again.

He opened the doors for you, motioning for you to enter and you thanked him with a smile. Such a gentleman.

You both got a table and you sat down from across from him, the candles lit and the orange glow coming from the lights made it all the more romantic.

“If you don’t mind me asking, I was just wondering, why did you decide to come here out of all places?” You asked him after a while of talking. You both had begun to eat now.

“It all started with my mom, really.“ he talked about her for a little, you were enamored by his his storytelling.

“I just wish she were here, to see what I’ve done, you know?”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry she couldn’t be. I’m sure she was a lovely person.” You said.

“She was. I think she would’ve loved you.” He said with a small laugh, and eating again.

Once you both finished, you both knew a lot more about each other. And Willy was happy, happier than he thinks he’s ever been.

“Thank you.” You said when you both stepped outside, he gave you a small smile and you gave one back.

“I’ll see you around..?”

“Yeah..” You said. Suddenly feeling bold, you couldn’t help yourself when he looked into your eyes. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, just for now.

He stood stunned as you said goodbye, he mumbled out a goodbye and watched as you walked away.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Pour Your Drink (And We'll Talk It Over)

Pairing: Awkward! Timothee x Oblivious! Male(intended) Reader Summary: Reader and Timothee have been fighting over the same seat in a local coffee shop for months... Words: 454/500, it's not my goal but it's close, and why ruin something good striving for something better? Warnings: Cute, Fluff Notes: surprise surprise I actually like this. CAN BE READ AS ANYONE ELSE

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☕︎The last few months were odd to say the least. In your entire life, not once have you ever had a long-term experience quite like this one. Sure, there had been a few times in high school when that one kid stole your seat but you were just kids then. Logically, you know the 'adult' thing to do would be to fuck off and find a new seat, but you're a weirdo, you hold onto the things you like and the things that comfort you, so why couldn't this guy just take your advice, fuck off and find a new seat?

☕︎You dont realize you're staring at him, sitting in your seat, through the big window of your favorite coffee shop until he locks eyes with you. The surprised questioning look on his face is enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You turn on your heel and speed walk into the shop hoping you can just get your coffee and not have to wait, but luck is never on your side.

☕︎You're forced to stand there like a moron behind the three people in line, who all seem determined to take up the entire morning just looking at the menu like they've never seen the English language in their life. You fidget awkwardly, feeling his eyes bore into the back of your head, having to physically stop yourself from looking over at him multiple times, too awkward to be confronted about your weird staring. 

☕︎When you finally make it to the front of the line the young barista smiles at you, and without you ordering she recites your total. You should probably do something different, switch up your usual routine, maybe get something healthier for your gut, but the thought of deviating from your comforting habits for something that might not even be worth it is more vexing than the guy you were staring down coming up next to you to pay for your drink. 

☕︎Rightfully so, you startle and gawk at him but he just smiles and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. You might be hallucinating, and if it didn't look totally insane you probably would have pinched yourself. You blink and sure enough, the guy's cheeks are turning pink. His lips move like he's speaking but the noise doesn't register and you're left standing there like an idiot because wow this guy is actually really cute and suddenly your throat feels dry and your ears are ringing and your palms are sweating. 

☕︎You're snapped out of your trance-like state when the barista calls your name, your movements blur as you grab your drink, thank the cute guy, and then scamper from the shop blushing like a madman.

[apolloanddaphnis]

A Week in New York

Act I Scene III

Disclaimer: Gay sexual activities.

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After that first kiss we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

He wanted to walk through central park with me, but Timothée said the paparazzi and fans are much more persistent than the ones in Los Angeles. It's a foreign concept to me, growing up in L.A., you're friends with at least one person with a connection, they're just people.

He took me to his midtown apartment, it was exactly how I imagined it. Very stylish and a lot of black. I barely had time to look more for he had me against his wall next to a Pollock. The rest of the day went like that.

We forgot about lunch and food, just dining on the taste of his tongue and neck, teeth, and hair. It was eleven at night when we came up for air, and with a large intake of breath and a scratchy voice he declared himself famished, and ordered Chinese.

It was four in the morning when he reluctantly gave into my pleading to return to the west village to my cousins. I had texted Gianni, he knows of my whereabouts and with whom.

When I walked through the door from the uber that Timothée had gotten me, I rested my back against the door looking around my cousin's empty apartment wondering why the hell I left the warm lap of the actor.

I stripped down to nothing and headed into the shower that cost more than my rent back home, showering the day off of me in melancholy, washing away Timothée's greedy kisses and hungry grips.

The suds of my rose jam shower gel may have washed away his scent, the nail bites from my waist may have faded, but I couldn't wash away the memory of his touch, his mouth, his sounds and sighs…

My hand slowly moved down my smooth chest, taking its time down my belly, heading south to the naked skin of my groin. My fingers were too small to emulate his, but as I stroked my hardness, I imagined him anyway.

After a rather steamy shower, I cried. I'm so stupid, but I can't help it.

I gulped away the salty tears I swallowed. I just met him, we had a fairytale day for sure but to cry over the guy because I had to go was…stupid.

And then there was the doorbell.

What the hell?

What kind of psycho rings someone's doorbell at five thirty in the morning?

Apparently I have no self preservation skills at all, because I got up heading over to answer it. Well not right away.

I stood on my toes to look through the peephole, and gasped when I saw Timothée. He looked around nervously, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

I opened the door and he took in the sight of me in my yellow towel, noting how it didn't completely close around my thighs.

Nothing was said, he was just panting like he ran a marathon, his hands resting on the walls of the entryway as his thick eyebrows furrowed, his greenish Hazel eyes darkening as he stared at me.

He stormed forward and ripped the towel from my body as if it offended him somehow.

I squeaked as he grabbed my backside aggressively as he kissed me like his intention was to steal away my last breath. His tongue licked every cavern of my mouth, his thick hardness was only hidden by his sweats, stroked against my naked, dripping, hard cock.

He nipped my lip and sucked down my cheek, bit down my neck, licked down to my chest as she backed me up to Gianni's Philo sectional. We collapsed, with him on top of me and as he devoured my neck I helped rip off his clothes, eager to feel his soft skin against mine.

I felt brainless as his tongue and teeth worked on the sweet spot of my neck. I was completely distracted when he took his index and middle finger, and pushed them past my lips. Immediately, I wrapped my tongue around his ring adorn fingers, my eyes rolled back as I sucked them like I would to that huge cock of his. I felt a light tape against my cheek, my eyes focused up at his beautiful face, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his heavily hooded eyes. I felt our cocks twitch together, his overpowering mine. I tried to look down to see it but he tapped my cheek again. "Keep going." His voice was scratchy with ragged breathing. "Don't stop until I say stop. Nod if you understand."

I nodded, bobbing his fingers in my mouth. He brushed back my hair and slowly thrust his fingers deeper.

I felt him push his sweats down completely, I felt a thick, rock hard, nude piece of flesh slap against my stiffness and whined around his fingers. He smirked. "Look at you, such a good little boy. No hesitation, just sucked on those fingers so fast."

I felt him push them down my throat, I gagged a bit but kept going. His mouth parted letting a gasp of his own escape as his eyebrows furrowed.

He grinded his cock more against mine, I felt drippings onto mine, shocked that his head was already weeping. "I can't wait to see those fucking blow pop lips wrapped around my cock, would you like that honey? Have you thought about it like I have? Fantasized about the smell of my skin, creating a sea of saliva at my feet as I fuck that gorgeous face of yours?" His voice was breathy and the tone became deeper. He rubbed against me faster, oh God I was going to cum if he kept this all up.

My saliva soaked and dripped down his fingers and hands and abruptly, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. I let out a loud gasp and coughed a bit. He grabbed my face, smashing his lips against mine.

As he sat back and pulled into his lap, he slapped my ass with a very wet hand before gripping the flesh painfully, oh it was so delicious. My thighs were shaking, my voice was quivering as he stabbed his tongue into my mouth. He pulled his mouth back with a loud smacking noise and a dirty, elongated mmm, before pushing me onto my back.

He hovered above just as naked as I am now, and I had the privilege of taking in his Apollonian physique. He's long, lean, with sinewy muscle, a perfect runner's build. Flawless creamy skin with freckles here and there, a thin fuzzy trail that guided me right down to the longest cock I have ever seen, with a nice, big sack supporting it. Saliva pooled in my mouth again.

He gripped my jaw. My damp curls only blocked my teary vision a little. With his grip, his ring held thumb gently stroked my soft jaw, his eyelashes brushed against his cheekbones. "Open." His thumb caressed my bruised bottom lip as he said the magic words, and I did, I parted my lips wide. Hungry for absolutely anything he was ready to give me.

His mouth hovered over mine, I watched his cheeks move as he gathered enough saliva to spit into my mouth. The string of spittle took some time to stretch down to my mouth, but when I tasted his wet spit in my mouth, I swallowed it so fast.

He groaned and humped against me. "You're starving for anything I got to give you aren't you? Absolutely greedy for me." He mused as he gently grabbed my little length. I bucked my hips with a pathetic whine. "So perfect, the perfect body. More beautiful than any man or woman, so sweet for me." He moaned as he stroked me, and I whimpered as I bucked my hips. "Look at you, all needy for me, humping into my hand my little baby." When he took his hand away I cried out.

But then he opened my legs, spreading the plump cheeks of my ass. I wiggled and he slapped my left cheek causing me to squeak. "Patience baby, be good for daddy okay?" It was a tender sort of sternness he spoke with.

I nodded and forced myself to relax. When he licked the skin between my pouch and rectum, I let out a choked cry and gripped the pillows on the sectional. Then his tongue lapped down to my hole and I felt myself pulse. I gasped and tugged on his curls.

He swirled his tongue around my rosebud, it was so hard to not squirm it felt so good it felt like nothing else I have ever experienced. Then he had the audacity to suck on my puckered hole, my cock twitched and I writhed beneath these physical attentions as he penetrated his tongue through I gasped. "G-g-gonna c-please- daddy!"

It slipped, I didn't mean to say the word but it just happened, and I thought I messed up when he removed his tongue from me. But he looked up at me with a wet chin and dark eyes as he pressed one wet finger inside of my entrance. I let out a sob as he wiggled it in deep, and then slipped in the second. Moving them in scissoring motions, knuckle deep and hitting my p-spot over and over. My eyes rolled back and my tongue rolled out. I couldn't think it was like my brain activity was just not there, he pounded his long, ring wearing fingers knuckle deep inside of me. I was sure my screams weren't even in English.

He pounded so hard my body moved and I was cumming hard it went everywhere.

My bones feel so heavy, I felt heavy. I couldn't stop panting and Timothée slowly, with a lewd wet noise pulled out those long fingers sucking them before licking up my essence from my skin. If he didn't stop I'd be overstimulated.

His soft lips kissed up my body to my lips as he pulled me into his arms against his body, his big hands moving down to my ass, as I fell against him. He kissed up my neck to my ear before sucking on my lobe. "Ready for something bigger in that mouth?"

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This chapter took longer than expected, but here it is! Things are picking up now! Also, who else didn't know giraffes had milk? I certainly didn't think about that, lol.

Enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 4: A Big Night Out, Indeed

Yin woke up to someone gently shaking his shoulder, making him groan sleepily.

"Yin. Wake up. It's time." A familiar voice whispered into his ear, making him open his eyes. Despite his blurred vision, he recognized the gorgeous face looking down at him.

"Willy?" Yin sat up immediately and took in his surroundings. He realized he wasn't in Noodle's room but Willy's room. He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks and neck. Willy didn't seem to notice.

"Come on. I still need your help." Willy told him, gentle smile on his face. Yin pulled himself out of the bed and slipped his boots on. Once he did, Wonka placed his hand on Yin's back as he guided him to the laundry room; an action that made Yin tremble.

"What do you need help with, Willy?" Yin asked as they took a different route to the laundry room where the others, except for Noodle, were getting ready to work.

"I need your help with Tiddles." Wonka replied. Yin was confused, but he let Willy explain. "I have already dealt with Bleacher. Noodle is handling Mrs. Scrubbit. What I want you to do is help me get Tiddles."

Yin was a bit nervous. Tiddles was one aggressive dog, but he shrugged, deciding to trust Willy. "All right. What do we need to do?"

"You'll see." Willy said to Yin before giving him a smile and a wink.

Yin felt a blush creep onto his cheeks and pressed his lips together to prevent any noise from coming out of his mouth. He sighed after a few seconds.

'I really like him, don't I?' He thought to himself before following Willy.

🎵Then you stick it in the barrel

Scrub, scrub🎵

The sound of the workers' familiar singing as Yin helped Willy push a cart.

Then, Willy and Yin went into a separate room of the laundry room. Everyone, to Yin's surprise, was struggling a bit with work today. Willy showed Yin a piece of fabric; Yin recognized at a piece of Willy's pants.

🎵Oh Tiddles

Here's your chance

To chew my mailman pants🎵

Willy shook the fabric towards the sleeping dog. This alerted the pooch, and he started to run towards the two, barking.

Once the dog was in, Willy closed the door. Yin, with some hesitation, jumped and grabbed the dog with all his strength. "Gotcha, big boy."

"Nice work, Yin. I knew you could do it." Willy praised and patted his shoulder.

Yin bit his bottom lip before smiling as he struggled to keep Tiddles calm in his arms. "Now what?" He asked Willy. "Bring him over here. I think it's time Tiddles finds himself a new hobby." Willy with a playful smirk.

🎵Something must be going on

Cause we never change our song

Scrub, scrub🎵

Yin chuckled at his friends. Something was going on already.

Willy took Tiddles and told Yin to close his eyes. Yin did so without question. He heard some mechanical whirring, Tiddles whines of protest, and Willy's humming. After a few minutes...

"All right. Are you ready to see my latest invention, Yin?" Willy asked the pretty young man.

"Yeah. I'm ready." Yin replied.

"Okay. Open your eyes."

Yin opened his eyes, and he gasped. Tiddles was tied up to a machine of Willy's creation. Many spinning mechanisms, items that were previously lying around the wash house, and even a track for a cart. All operated by Tiddles walking, chasing after the same piece of fabric Willy showed him earlier.

"Oh my.... you... you built this?!" Yin asked with surprise and awe.

Willy nodded. "I have mentioned that I am an inventor." Yin chuckled. "Yes, you have. But I never knew in this sense." Yin marveled at the machine. "You are a man of many talents." Yin told Willy.

"Why, thank you, Yin. I'm sure you are as well." Willy said with a smile.

Yin blushed lightly. "Now, one more thing you have to do for me, then the rest is up to Noodle." Willy told him. "What's that?" Yin asked. "Gather everyone so they can see this for themselves." Yin nodded. "You got it!" Yin ran back over to the group who were still a bit confused by why things seemed so different.

"Everyone! May I have your attention, please?!" Yin called out to them.

Everyone looked at Yin. "What is it, Yin?" Abacus asked his figurative son.

"I have a creation I must show you. It's an invention that will make your eyes pop out your sockelets." Yin said with a laugh.

Willy snickered at Yin's choice of words.

"Oh. All right. Let's see what you have to show us. Then, we have to get back to work." Piper told Yin.

Yin nodded and led them to the movable wall where he knew Willy is behind with his invention. He knocked on the wall, giving Willy the signal.

The movable wall opened, showing the other workers what was behind it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you a brand new contraption of my creation. An innovation in laundrification." Wonka presented.

The other workers were very confused but also surprised.

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

"Let me ask you a question. How does Tiddles want to spend all of his time? Chasing after mailmen!"

Tiddles barked in response.

'He actually sounds like an entrepreneur. It's pretty funny but entertaining.' Yin thought to himself.

"And what do Yin and I have to do all day, fellow scrubbers? Please."

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

"But now, with Willy Wonka's Wild and Wonderful Wishy Washy Wonka Walker -- please don't make me say that again! Tiddles gets to run, and Yin and I can have fun."

Yin felt Willy wrap an arm around his shoulders, and he had to keep himself from freaking out.

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

Everyone followed the pair, either curious or ready to scold them as they walked to the dumbwaiter. Willy motioned Yin to go in first. Yin did so, followed by Wonka, after he got his coat, hat and cane.

"Just popping out for a bit. We'll be back before roll call. Until then, Tiddles has agreed to..."

🎵Scrub, scrub🎵

The others watched in utter confusion as the dumbwaiter closed.

"Thank you for helping me, Yin. We make a good team." Willy praised Yin as he slipped into the laundry bag he grabbed.

Yin blushed lightly but smiled shyly. "Of course." He replied. "And yeah, we do make a great team." He whispered as he slipped into his respective laundry bag.

Once the dumbwaiter was on the main floor, Yin fell into the laundry cart with the other bags with a thud. Willy followed suit, landing in the cart; but accidentally landed on top of Yin. Yin held back a groan of pain as Noodle pulled the cart of the wash house and towards a nearby alleyway. Once there, Noodle peeked into Wonka's bag.

Willy looked at Noodle. "Really?"

Noodles nodded, and Willy gets out of the laundry bag and hops out of the cart. Noodle then looks again. "Yin? Are you with us?"

Yin peeked out of his laundry bag, the material covering part of his face, where you can only see his (eye color) eyes. He was purposefully trying to hide an obvious blush on his cheeks.

"Yep."

Noodle giggled in amusement, knowing what it meant, before letting Yin escape the confides of the bag and hop out of the cart.

"We did it! Well done, Noodle!" Willy praised the girl.

"I can't believe it worked!" Noodle exclaimed.

"Of course it would work! We do it all the time!" Yin told her with a smile.

Willy exclaimed while taking off his top hat, "Now, wait til you see how much chocolate I made last night! We sell this, and we're gonna -" He paused after pulling out a glass jar. It was completely empty. "Oh no!"

"What's wrong, Willy?" Yin asked.

"Where's the chocolate?" Noodle asked after.

"I don't know how to tell you two this, but... they've been stolen."

"Stolen?" Noodle said.

Wonka hummed in affirmation.

"By who?" Yin asked.

Willy replied, "The Little Orange Man."

"What?" Noodle and Yin said at the same time.

"The Little Orange Man. Didn't I tell you two about him?"

Noodle shook her head. "No, you didn't." She replied. Yin only shook his head.

"He's my nemesis! He's about yay high, comes in the dead of night, and steals all my chocolate. Been happening ever few weeks for the past, ooh... three, four years now." Willy explained animatedly.

Noodle looked like she didn't believe him. "Really?" She asked. Yin, on the other hand, was in the middle. It seemed so random, but he felt like he could believe Willy.

Willy started to speak again, very animatedly. "Sometimes I spy him in that strange realm 'twixt sleep and wake, green hair glinting in the moonlight."

"Green hair?!" Noodle exclaimed in disbelief.

Wonka's tone turned vengeful. "One day I shall catch him, and when I do..."

"Willy? Willy!" Yin snapped the gorgeous boy out of his monologue.

"Yes, Yin." Willy said, back to normal.

Instead, Noodle spoke, "You don't actually expect Yin and I to believe this, do you?"

"Course I do! What other explanation is there?"

"I don't know. That you go to sleep, dream about a little green man..."

"Orange man, green hair." Yin corrected. Willy nodded at Yin.

"... and while you're dreaming, stuff your face with chocolate!" Noodle exclaimed.

Wonka looked mildly offended. "Stuff my face with -" Then he paused and thought about it more. "Actually, that does make a lot more sense. Have I been eating my own chocolate?"

Yin had to repress a laugh at Willy's self-talk, finding it entertaining, endearing, and adorable. Yin shook his head at the thought.

"Why did I ever think this would work?" Noodle asked her.

Wonka was still thinking out loud. "I don't think so." Yin watched Willy think until he heard Noodle again,

"Stupid Silver Linings."

"Hey! There's nothing stupid about his chocolate." Yin defended.

Willy swore he felt his cheeks warm up at Yin, defending him and his creation. "Thank you, Yin." He told him, voice soft.

Noodle looked back at the inventor. "If Mrs. Scrubbit had spotted us, I'd be in the coop right now!" She exclaimed. "And, if she caught Yin, she would've -" She went on but was stopped by Yin grabbing her shoulders.

"Noodle! Calm down. It's okay. She didn't catch us. She won't ever." Yin reassured his friend, rubbing up and down her arms comfortingly.

Noodle looked at her friend, inhaled, and exhaled softly before nodding at him. "Thanks." She whispered. Yin nodded back at her.

Willy spoke up. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But we can make more chocolate. The only problem is I'm all out of milk."

"That's not a problem." She went over to a door that had milk bottles on the steps and took one. "Milk."

Horrified, Willy takes it. "A), that's stealing." He puts it back. "And C), Willy Wonka does not use any old cow's milk. For this particular creation, I require the milk of a giraffe."

Yin had to stop himself from giggling at Willy's reaction to the milk stealing idea. He found it endearing that Willy didn't want to steal from people. But when he hears about the giraffe part, he looks at him.

"Wait.... giraffes have milk?" He asked softly, more to himself.

Noodle realizes it's easier not to argue with Willy. "Okay, fine. As a matter of fact, there's one at the zoo."

"Bingala!" Willy exclaimed and started to stride off down the alley. Yin let out a muffled snort.

"But a), the zoo's not that way..." Noodle said.

Willy turned back. "Gotcha."

"... and b), they're not just gonna let you just walk into her and milk it."

Yin nodded. "She has a point."

Wonka didn't seem fazed. Instead, he only smiled. "That, my dear friends, is why we're very lucky that little orange man didn't find this."

He tapped the top of his cane. It opened up, revealing a single chocolate in a tiny box.

"What is it?" Yin asked curiously.

"You'll see." Willy told him with a smile.

(Time skip)

It was now nighttime, and Yin and Wonka stood far away as they waited for Noodle. It had begun to snow as they did. Yin loved the snow, so he was mostly distracted as Noodle talked to the security guard.

"You love snow?" Willy asked, shaking Yin out of his trance. He looked at the beautiful magician and nodded his head. "Yeah. I always have." He replied softly. Willy gave him a gentle smile that made Yin's heart skip a beat. But before he could say anything else, Noodle came back. Willy turned to her.

"Well done, Noodle."

"Thanks. What was that chocolate really?" She asked. Yin, now paying attention, was curious about it too.

"It's called "A Big Night Out," a single chocolate that perfectly mimics a night on the town." They looked at the security office, seeing the guard's silhouette behind the blind.

"The outer layer is champagne truffle." Willy explained.

The guard put the chocolate in his mouth. "Ooh! Lovely!"

"Next comes a layer of white wine. Then red. That's when the singing and dancing start." Willy continued.

After he said that, the guard started to sing and dance. "We're gonna have a party tonight!"

"It's when he hits the layer of whiskey fudge he'll get emotional." Willy kept going.

On cue, the guard slumped into his chair, weeping. "She was the one woman I ever loved!"

"He might do something reckless." Willy warned.

The security guard then picked up a phone and dials. He started talking to this girl named Gwen, or Gwennie, as he called her and proclaimed his love for her.

Yin couldn't help but start snickering at the scene. It was just too funny. He had to hold onto something to keep himself from falling. Luckily, Willy and Noodle both grabbed an arm, keeping him steady until he stopped giggling. Willy found it adorable.

"Finally, he hits some old port from the back of the cupboard and..." Willy paused, then the guard passed out.

Noodle and Yin were impressed. "That's a pretty powerful chocolate!" Noodle exclaimed. "Thank you." Willy said.

"He will be alright, won't he?" Yin asked. Despite him laughing at the guard's expense, he was still concerned about his well-being.

"Of course! At the center is a tiny aspirin, which fizzes on his tongue as he sleeps. He'll wake up in the morning with an aftertaste of shame and regret, but come five o'clock tomorrow, he'll have a strange urge to do it all again." Willy explained as he went to the security window and pulled a lever, opening the zoo gate.

Yin was floored. 'He's a genius! And thoughtful!' He thought to himself. 'How is he so perfect?' Yin shook his head again at the thought and followed Willy and Noodle as they entered the zoo.

[supercap2319]

Steve: So... nothing happened between you and Peter last night?”

Y/N: “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

Steve: *Blushes as he chuckles nervously* “Well... Peter came knocking on my door last night looking for your room. He had a Disney Princess swimming ring around his naked body. Why is that?”

Y/N: “Well, he wanted the Spider-Man one, but I told him that one was mine.”

Steve: “And the part about him being naked?”

Y/N: “Oh.” *Nonchalantly* “We had sex in the pool last time. I stole his clothes and super speeded back to my room.”

Steve: *Shocked and blushing*

[fadingfacefox]

Someone write Timothee Chalamet x male reader angst to smut to fluff for fucks sake

[cannibalizedlove]

Since ur wanting requests what if i requested one where its laurie laurence x cowboy! Reader where laurie laurence doesn't quite like guys and has the whole attitude where he's like "two men together r gross" Bc its the 1800s but the reader has this like very attractive southern accent and flirts with laurie so much to the point laurie just melts and falls in love? Could either be smut or fluff! (I came up with this idea from a southern show I was watching lol)

This is probably the cutest request because I love cowboys and Laurie, so I hope you enjoy as much as I did! I made this one a longer one, just because I love the idea so much and wanted to create more <3

Voice like whiskey.

Information and warning — much longer fic than usual, slow burn, male reader, cowboy reader, internalized homophobia laurie, laurie being a little rude jerk, the march sisters are included, grinding, making out, alcohol, pure gayness.

You were the March sisters younger cousin, and had been popping in for holidays since you were a young child.

Even though you were never around except for birthdays and Christmas, you would always send your earnings home to the girls.

Marmee would always ask you to stay, how she had the extra room and how the girls would love to be with you — but you always had to decline, the dirt roads and cattle called for you. She always thought your work was admirable, so she never pushed.

Soon, Christmas had rolled around and it was time to go see your family. With your boots muddy, your hat containing your messy hair, and dirt on your face; you knocked on the door, greeted by the smile of sweet Amy.

“Oh my beloved, Y/N! You’re finally here for us!” The girl exclaimed, throwing her arms around you and hugging your chest.

“Amy! Oh how I’ve missed you, darlin’” You chuckled, ruffling her hair and embracing her tightly.

“Where’s the others, I have much stories to tell about the trails, damn horse ran off cause of a snake, funniest thing!” You shook your head, patting Amy on the back before looking around for the other sisters you desperately missed.

“Well, Meg is at the fabric store, sewing some dress for some stupid dance I wasn’t even invited to!!” Amy grumpily replied with her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes as she continued; “Beth’s upstairs reading her music, you know how she is.. Oh, and Jo’s out in backyard with Mr. Laurence.” Amy said his name in a singy-songy voice.

You looked at the young girl with confusion, shocked at the new name, had Jo fell for some man? Impossible you thought, she’d never settle down and throw away her freedom for some boy.

“Mr. Laurence? Who in the Lords name is that.” You asked, making your way to back door as you tracked mud throughout the house, something Marmee would scold you for later.

“Oh, hes a fine young gentleman, you’ll like him!” Amy giggled, sitting down in the living room as she watched the fires flames grow with amazement.

You made your way out back, watching as Jo— and who you assumed was Mr. Laurence — rough housed.

“So when are you plannin’ on greetin’ me, you rascal?” You called out to Jo, watching affectionately as she laughed and smiled playing with her friend.

“Y/N! My boy!” Jo announced, pushing Mr. Laurence off of her and into the cold grass.

She ran to you, wrapping you in her arms with a tight squeeze. “I’ve missed you dearly. I can’t wait to hear about the trail stories!”

The Laurence descent watched with a cocked eyebrow, dusting his fancy winter clothes off as he approached you.

“Hello. I’m Laurie.” The boy said flatly, he was a bit taller than you, pale, and overwhelmingly handsome.

“Why, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. This your boyfriend Jo?” You teased, elbowing her shoulder with a grin, resulting in a slap on the chest and a groan from you.

Laurie didn’t know what he was feeling, your eyes had a fire he hadn’t seen before, your hat casted shadows on your face that perfectly carved it like a statue. Your voice was like whiskey, he thought, but Laurie was refusing the drink.

“Who’s this Jesse James rip off..” Laurie whispered to Jo, taking a dig at your stereotypical attire.

“Laurie, this is my cousin, he’ll be staying with us while the holidays are going on. Y/N, this is my neighbor, Mr. Laurie Laurence.” Jo explained in an announcing speech.

As the day wore on, you found yourself trying to talk to Laurie more and more, each time he’d blow you off. This caused a pang in your heart, but you knew your charm had never let you down.

During dinner you had taken a seat next to him, and spread your legs enough to make the two of yours knees touch. This connection made Laurie blush, but never once moved his knee; a good sign you believed.

You told the stories about the cattle running off, and how your horse got spooked by a rattle snake leaving you in the middle of the trail.

Some of them would earn an under the breath laugh from Laurie, but most would result in a scoff and eye roll.

This cat and mouse game only made you want him more.

The girls were in the living room, Marmee had went to bed early, and you two boys were in the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of rum, and offered Laurie one in good manners.

“No thanks, Billy the Kid.” Laurie huffed, leaning up against the kitchen island, the opposite side of you. The whole night he had been taking jabs at your country twang, your dirty boots and roughed up clothes.

Each time you felt like dropping the whole thing more and more, hell it was the 1800’s, men weren’t allowed to be together. There wasn’t a point in the hopeless flirting, you knew it wouldn’t work, yet you craved for him to feel the same.

“Come on, lighten up, old boy.” You playfully hit his arm, leaning against the island, taking a sip of your alcohol.

“Stop flirting with me. I don’t swing that way.” Laurie spat, and you felt your heart drop.

You knew from the beginning, but hearing it out loud was a pain much worse than the idea of it.

Laurie watched as the color drained from your face, and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness.

Laurie was sure he was straight, he believed women were gorgeous and his grandfather always told him he was going to marry a woman.

Yet, all that was thrown out the window with you. You were so charming, and as much as he led on that he thought your outlaw attire was ridiculous, he thought your tight jeans with that belt were extremely tantalizing.

All you could reply with was a nod, you took your drink into the living room and joined the sisters in their activities.

It didn’t last long before you decided to wallow in your tears in the comfort of the Marches guest room.

You made your way up the stairs, entered the room and shut the door, quietly sobbing against it. You hated this, you wanted to be ‘normal’, you wanted to have a wife and live comfortably, but it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

You had stripped down to your boxers and dirt stained shirt, laying on the bed with your head in your hands, when a knock broke you out of your trance.

“Not in the mood, Amy.” You yelled out, just wanting to be left alone in your hour of rejection.

“It’s Laurie.” A beautiful voice from the other side of the door called.

‘Is he really here just to make you feel worse?’ You thought. How stuck up could one man be! You were expecting more insults to be spat out by him as you opened the door.

“What can I do for you.” You asked coldly, only to look up and see tears in the taller males eyes.

He let himself in, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands awkwardly rubbing against his knees.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve acted. I’m.. embarrassed of the truth I guess.” Laurie said quietly, like he was ashamed to even speak privately about it.

“Embarrassed about what, Laur?” You sat next to him, his eyes tightly screwing shut as he smelt your attracting musk.

“You can tell me, if its about ear-“ You were completely cut off, Laurie grabbed your face, smashing your lips into yours and pulling you closer.

He greedily grabbed for all of you, he needed you like you were his oxygen source. He crawled ontop of you, sitting on your lap and licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, when you graciously accepted his request, he dug in like a starving man.

Your tongues fought for dominance but ultimately, you won. Needy moans escaped from his pretty lips, and he grinded down on your growing bulge.

His entire body was heating up, his mind was melted, all he knew was your mouth and he was obsessed with it. Laurie didn’t know if it was the rum, or your taste, but he was completely drunk off of it.

When you pulled away slightly for a moment to catch your breath, Laurie backed away, his face a shade of bright red that you could see even though the dimly lit room.

“I thought you didn’t.. swing that way.” You asked in shallow breaths, touching your lips in a complete state of shock.

“I don’t know. I just know I want you. I’ve never felt this way before.” He said, hiding his face in his hands, afraid of ruining everything.

“That’s okay, Laurie-Darlin’. We’ll figure it out together.” You held his face in your calloused hand, keeping his eyes on you.

“Just come here, country boy.” He pressed his lips against yours once again, a softer more gentle approach than before.

Your voice was like whiskey, and he was finally accepting the drink.