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the-amazing-simp · 2 years
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Laurie’s Beloved | T.L.
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📝 Title: Laurie’s Beloved
📚 Requested: Yes/No
✍ Summary: After losing a bet to Jo, Laurie has to write a letter to you. But what happens when you find the letter and think it’s for someone else? | 1.3k
“Jo, please I’ll do anything else.” Laurie begged as Jo held a triumphant smile.
“Rules are rules, Teddy. This is what you agreed to.” Jo reminded him.
“Please Jo, have mercy on me.” He pleaded, giving the girl a look.
Jo shook her head, “Nope.”
“Now what’s all this fuss about?” Meg asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Teddy won’t keep his part of the bet.” Jo said.
“Meg you have to help me!” Laurie said, walking to the eldest March sister.
Meg raised a questioning brow, “What’s his part of the bet?”
Jo smiled, knowing she had found an ally, “Since he lost the bet he has to write a love letter to his dear Y/N. Only now, he refuses to.”
A small smile reached Meg’s lips, “Well Laurie, a deal’s a deal.”
Laurie glared at the both of them, “You’ve got to be joking! I swear all of you are teamed up on this.”
It took him a week to finish the letter. Not because he found it hard to pour out his feelings for you. But because he wanted to find the right, the perfect words to express just how much he loves you and how much you mean the world to him.
“Happy now?” He asked, handing the fresh letter to a beaming Jo.
“A bit.” She cooed as she read the letter upon Laurie’s request to improve anything that would embarrass him - especially grammatical and spelling errors.
“What do you think?” Laurie asked nervously as the silence grew, “Is it bad?”
Jo shook her head, giving him a smile, “Surprisingly, it’s rather wonderful. Did you have some kind of poet write this?”
He furrowed his brows, “No. I wrote that myself.”
“Hm.” Jo hummed, giving the letter another look through, “There’s only one thing missing then.”
“What’s that?” Laurie asked.
Jo’s smile seemed almost wicked, “To give it to her.”
Once she had uttered this words, she stood up and dashed in the direction of your house.
Fear started to run through Laurie’s veins as he chased after Jo.
But, Jo was faster than him and arrived at your door within minutes.
She quickly rapped a knock on your door, clutching the letter behind her back while Laurie stood by the side, horrified.
Just as his luck was getting worse, you were the one who opened the door.
“Hello Jo.” You smiled, “What brings you here?”
“Meg just wanted to make sure that you’ll make it to tea this weekend.” Jo returned the smile.
You nodded, “Tell her I would never miss it for the world.”
“I definitely will.” Jo said.
“How about you Laurie? What brings you here?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe.
The heat immediately rose up to the boy’s cheeks, being winter - it would’ve made sense. But the snow wasn’t what caused it.
It was you.
“Uh, n-nothing.” He managed not to trip over his words, “I just accompanied Jo.”
Jo chuckled, “Definitely true. Anyway, we’ll be going now Y/N/N. See you on the weekend.”
You nodded, lips still holding that wonderful smile that managed to make Laurie weak in the knees.
Once the two of them were far enough from your house, Laurie frowned at a laughing Jo.
“You do not have a right to give me a heart attack like that.” He deadpanned.
Jo made a face at him before handing back the letter, “She deserves to know how you feel. But, mark my words Teddy, if I do get tired of your pining, then I’m really giving it to her myself.”
Laurie rolled his eyes at her, “Fine.”
“Damn it.” Laurie cursed under his breath as the two of you made your way to the lake, since it had been frozen over it would be a great day to go skating.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
“I forgot my gloves in the study.” He said.
You gave him a smile, “I’ll go get it. It’s on your desk right?” 
He nodded, “You’re an angel, you know that.”
“I know.” You called out, walking back to his house.
Making your way up to his study, you immediately spotted his gloves on the desk. Picking it up, you were about to get back to him when you noticed a folded piece of paper on the side.
You didn’t mean to be a snoop, but Jo had always said that you were sometimes too curious for your own good.
Looking around to find the study empty, you picked up the paper and unfolded it as your eyes started to scan over the words written in Laurie’s handwriting.
To my beloved,
I don’t know how the poets do it. But I find it hard to find the words to describe how much you mean to me.
Because you’re perfect. Therefore, I want to make this letter as perfect as you. 
I have loved you ever since I’ve know you. I couldn’t possibly imagine a life where I’ve not known you.
As cliche as it is, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to my life. 
You always occupy my mind. Your laugh, your smile, your twinkling eyes that give the stars a challenge. Not to mention how kind and sweet you are to everyone that comes your way.
If you don’t return my feelings, that’s okay. I won’t hold that against you because as much as I love you - I also cherish our friendship. I’d rather remain friends than lose you all together.
But if you share them, know that I’ll always do everything in my power to make you happy.
All my love, 
Laurie. 
How you wish that you were the one the letter was addressed to. But you knew deep in your heart that Laurie would never love you back as much more than a friend. The letter was obviously addressed to-
“Hey! What’s taking you so long?” A familiar voice echoed from the hallway, “Did some kind of desk monsters get to yo-“
Laurie stopped in his tracks once he entered the study, walking in on the sight of you with his letter in hand.
“Did you read it?” He asked, bracing himself for rejection.
“Yeah.” You nodded, “When do you plan to give it to her?”
Laurie furrowed his brows, “To who?”
“Jo. Obviously.” You answered.
His confusion deepened, “Why would I write a letter to Jo?”
“Oh I don’t know.” You said sarcastically, “Maybe for the same reason you wrote the letter for her in the first place.”
“Now that’s just unfair.” Laurie argued.
“What is?” You asked with a scoff.
“That you’re accusing me of writing the letter to Jo without giving me the chance to explain myself.” He said.
“That’s not unfair Laurie!” You countered, “You know what is? It’s the fact that I’ve loved you my whole life and I’d just be content to stand aside and watch you fall in love with my best friend because I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”
Laurie stood there, jaw slacked as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard, “You love me?”
“Yes Laurie.” You said, finally putting down the damned letter, “Practically my whole life.”
He was silent for a moment, “What makes you think that the letter is for Jo?”
You scoffed, “The way you look at her Laurie. The fact that you’re always with her. Even a blind person can see just how in love you are.”
Laurie shook his head in protest, “But Y/N/N, the letter isn’t for Jo. It’s for you.”
It was your turn to be confused, “What?”
He walked toward you, tapping the topmost part of the letter, “I called you my beloved because I remember when you would tell me about the romance novels you would read and how you would swoon when someone calls their love interest ‘beloved’.”
You giggled, “I can’t believe you remembered that.”
Laurie smiled, “I remember everything about you.”
He then brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Since you do return my feelings. Can I kiss you?”
“I would certainly leave you freeze if you don’t.” You smiled.
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timmymyluv · 2 years
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to conceive an heir
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warning(s): cursing, dirty language, degradation, oral (f/m receiving), breeding, creampie, choking, teasing, semi-public sex/voyeurism, unprotected sex (always have protection plz) , kind of toxic relationship, power dynamics (Dom/sub, emperor/empress)
summary: paul atreides seems to control every aspect of the empire except his distant empress. having yet failed to conceive an heir, you take things into your own hands. basically a self indulgent throne sex/breeding kink fic/blurb. no beta we d!e like men
word count: 2.7k words
"Where the fuck is my wife!?"
Paul's commanding voice echoes through the high ceiling throne room, gripping tightly on the armrests of his throne as he fumes in anger.
All of his advisors and council members looked around anxiously, staring at each other in fear as they knew nothing would get him more riled up then anything that concerned you.
Ever since you had consummated your marriage on your wedding night and crowned as Emperor and Empress the following morning, you have seen nothing of your husband.
You had grown up side by side under the same tutors, as your father was a Duke from a nearby kingdom of similar lineage and prestige. From wearing matching bibs when you ate messily at the table as toddlers, rolling down the temperate grassy hills of Caladan and sneaking out from humdrum tutors, the ring on your finger and your names bonded by law have set you two apart further rather than bring you together as intended.
Nothing would have prepared you for the turn of events that resulted in you becoming Empress of the entire Galactic Empire, nor with Paul by your side as the Supreme Emperor of all of society.
Nonetheless, you did your duty. Even so, you enjoyed escaping the hollow, ceremonial trappings of the royal court and doing your charity and social events outside the city.
You had spent the past morning visiting a local orphanage and the school conjunct to it, as schoolchildren of the common folk adored you and threw petals at your feet as you walked by. If Paul was to neglect his responsibility to you as a husband preoccupied with the obligations of an Emperor, you will not fail to attend to your role as Empress.
Feeding the children pouring soup into disposable bowls with your handmaidens was sharply interrupted when one of his men, Duncan, whispered in your ear that your husband the Emperor demanded your return back to the palace. It was an order, not a request.
Begrudgingly escorted back to the throne room, you drag your feet through the hollow halls, pacing impatiently as your handmaidens and your bodyguards struggle to meet your agile pace.
The moment Paul feels your presence even while looking away, he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously as you approach him meekly, avoiding his darkened eyes shooting daggers at you almost literally.
“Where have you been, Empress?!” He slouches on his throne, venom laced in his voice, and you resist the temptation to roll your eyes at him. Referring to you by his title, alone? Seriously?
“I was fulfilling my role as Empress by visiting the orphanage-”
“And you did not even have the courage to let me know before you left?”
You pause.
“I left a note on your bedside, Your Imperial Majesty.” You explained offhandedly, praying your long obsidian sleeves can hide your fiddling fingers.
Paul scoffs at you, his curls disheveled on his face and hiding his eyes. A bubbling disdain and enmity for his childish, unreasonable behaviour towards you, not only did he avoid you on every turn, but expected you to be at his beck and call.
Seeing red as you stand alone in the spacious throne room, bare, cold stone with minimal windows as you shrunk in the magnanimous size of the room.
As Paul looked down at you from his stainless steel engraved throne on plain concrete from the hills of Arrakis, the distance between you two are even greater and a reminder how you are always subservient to him.
"Is it a crime for me to know where my legally wedded wife is? I don't even know where my woman is, how can I rule a damn kingdom."
"I'm not just your woman. I am my own person." You bite back maliciously, voice laced with venom.
"You have failed as an empress. You have failed our kingdom. You put the entire Galactic Empire at risk for your negligence, for your refusal to provide an heir. You make our entire future futile."
As a wave of shame overcomes you as your face warms in embarrassment yet the cool of the darkness of the throne room creates goosebumps on your back.
Fumbling with the golden necklace on your collar, carelessly pulling on the rare gemstones that lock the elaborate setting of your cream white straight silhouetted dress.
His eyes widen in panic, yet a flash of lust and arousal appears on his usually, well rehearsed stoic expression as layer by layer falls to the ground with a loud thud.
" What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" He nearly stands up from shock against his throne, yet restrains himself and tightens his grip on the arm rests of his throne.
As the top sheer layer of the pleated white dress, your slim tie knot ribbon chemise dress is yanked off your shoulder as you step over the pile of your garment and you stand in front of him bare.
Step by step with sequenced footsteps, you raise your head proudly as you walk up the staircase towards him.
"Then take me."
"What!?" Paul nearly screams at you in ridicule of your plans, yet his want, his desire for you overtakes him as you see a glimpse of his arousal between his legs.
"Right here. I want you to fuck me right on your throne."
"You are a queen, an empress yet you want to be fucked senselessly like a common whore, like a rabid dog." He snickers mockingly, firmly gripping your bare hips against his rough fingers with a piercing grip you're sure will leave bruises for days.
Just as you lean in to sit on his lap, he suddenly jumps up, towering over you with his dark curls and piercing hazel eyes of swirls of green and gold. Paul harshly smacks his lips against yours, tongue swirling in your warm cavern, dominating over yours.
Your eyes shut in pleasure and pain as you lose yourself in the feeling, moaning as your lips mold into his.
Feeling dribbles of wetness between your thighs as you bare skin contrasts his military uniform that covers his entire body. Your fingers brush against his shoulder blades as you circle your arms on either side of his head, tilting your head to follow his ministrations and gain steady footing as he forcefully contorts and melds into you as if you could bleed into one flesh.
Sliding down from your waist down to your butt, pinching and squeezing before he rociforeously slaps against your skin, gaining a high pitched shriek from you.
Paul brushes lightly against your clit before squeezing in a couple of fingers into your clenched folds.
"You're so fucking wet already. Do you like being fucked like the whore you are!?" He antagonizingly teases you with a mischievous grin, clearly satisfied with seeing you cower over him like putty in his hands.
Resting your forehead against his medalled shoulders, sweat forming on your brow as you attempt to muffle your pleasured cries, increasingly leaning towards him with buckled knees and wobbly joints.
"I can't hear you. What did you say?!"
"I want you to fuck me like a whore, like your whore."
Fondling your nipples and massaging your chest as he tentatively ponders over his next move, waiting for your areolas to harden before his mouth sucks eagerly on your breasts before doing the same on the other and switching places.
As his hands wander around your body, feeling every inch of his skin from his fingertips to leaving crescents from his blunt nails, he gradually makes his way down to his knees in front of you.
"What are you doing?" You bewilderly ask, whining in complaint at the loss of his fingers from your area of pleasure.
Parting your lower lips with his fingers before dipping in and out against your walls, he presses the flat of his tongue before he dives into you like a starved man, squelching, slurping, wildly drinking from you and pleasuring you until you'd see white.
Oh, what a sight. Imagine if any bystander would see their emperor, fully clothed and on his knees in front of his naked empress, his wife, writhing and pulsing with teary eyes and a gaping mouth crying and begging for more.
"More, more-"
"More what?!" He mockingly teases you, his voice reverberating against your warmth.
"I want your tongue on me. I want you to mouth fuck me."
Playing and pulling your clit as his mouth consumes you wholly, your essence dripping down his chin and spilling out his mouth, his pleasured groans and grunts vibrating against your cavern until he hits the very spot you've never discovered, unleashing an unabridged, unrestrained pleasure like you've never seen before.
Screaming, weeping, screeching, moaning so loudly, harshly until your throat went hoarse and you feel a stinging pain around your neck, seeing white like a string unleashed, pulled apart so far apart like galaxies scattered across the sky.
Crying his name over and over again like a prayer on your altar, blessing him with your holy water, your blessed essence, your sacred liquid, reaching your pleasure and losing consciousness until you regain your awareness on shaky knees and exhausted limbs, resting your head against his chest as he stands beside you with arms around your waist.
Taking slow, careful breaths before you push him down to his seat, ignoring the stinging sensation of your bare knees against the hard marble floor.
"You have to let me return the favour, Your Majesty." Your low, hoarse voice sounds sultry and seductive, even as your lightheadedness makes you flighty and clumsy.
Groaning in overwhelming lust, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as you tug off his buckles from his grey tailored pants with shaky fingers.
As the heavy, weighted cloth hits the ground, you lean forward eagerly with a wide mouth as your tongue swirls around the bottom of his pink, throbbing cock.
He groans with tight shut eyes as he reaches forward to pull on your hair forcefully, firmly tugging and scratching against the base of your scalp as you take him in fully into your mouth, moaning deliriously as his cock hits the back of your throat.
Circling and massaging both your hands against the base of his lengthy, girthy cock, twisting, pulling and circling to the sound of his pleasured cries and squeaks.
"Ah, fuck, how is your mouth so good? How the fuck did you do that!?"
As your nose hits his pelvic bone as you reach deeper and deeper, mentally noting to yourself in surprise at your unusual lack of gag reflex. Feeling your own pleasure pooling between your legs, you gobble, throb back and forth against his length until he comes explosively, generously filling your warm mouth with loads and loads of his thick, white essence.
As you reach the end of your gobbling and swallowing, you pull back and open your mouth as you rest your tongue against the bottom of his cock, relishing in his release before you eagerly drink up every drop.
His curls messily sticking to his forehead drenched in sweat as he rests an arm over his eyes as he recovers from his pleasure, he opens his eyes and meets you with a menacing, forceful look as he leans over to pull you over his lap.
Twirling your around to have your back facing against him, he pulls you down by your hips to sit on his thighs , next to his already hardening length.
"Since you want to be such a fucking tease, we'll do it this way."
You never want to admit how much you wanted this and you never knew. You never knew how much you wanted to be humiliated, insulted, treated so carelessly, so harshly unlike the glass figurine you were in a gilded cage in your ivory tower.
"Fuck me like this, you do the damn work. Face forward on this throne for everyone to see. Look at their empress, jolting, splintering, piercing herself in half on her Emperors cock."
Lowering yourself inch by inch on his length as either of your knee caps rest over his legs, you wince in slight pain before a wave of overwhelming passion and pleasure overcomes you.
"What are you waiting for, slut?!" He spits darkly at you, impatient with frantic, bouncing knees as you whips your thighs in punishment for leaving him wanting for so long.
You cry and babble as you grasp his forearms for support as you weakly try to find you footing. His fingers snake around your neck tightly, under your jaw and around your throat as your breath hitches and your arousal continues to grow.
The loss of air circulation no longer fills you with panic or fear, but excites you with a foreign glee you never knew you could even feel.
"Look at how desperate you are for my cock, how it's the only thing you think of, you live for. How it's the only thing keeping you alive. Like you were made for my cock, for my pleasure."
Raising up your knees and standing up slightly to position yourself over his standing cock, you slowly but surely adjust to his length before starting a constant rhythm riding his length.
You speed up as the symphonies of your moans and groans blur into one incomprehensible sound.
"Look at me. Then look there. Let them see their empress at work. Their empress creating the future, creating the future of the kingdom."
"The galaxy will be secure when you give me so many fucking heirs we'd fill every damn room in this gigantic palace. Beg for every single drop of my cunt, slut."
"I want you walking around butt naked, heavily pregnant and swollen, round with my child every waking second. You're either pregnant or I'm getting you pregnant when you're not."
You cried out loud in wanton list at the prospect, at the possibility of conceiving a child on this very throne. The future of the empire created for perhaps no one or everyone to see if they happened to pass by the empty throne room.
"Please, please- more."
"Beg." Always firmly, he commands as he impatiently begins thrusting upwards to meet your wavering hilts, as you increasingly slouch towards him as you begin to reach your second peak.
His fingers brush forward to your clit once more, ignoring your desperate pleas at how sensitive and rare your pussy felt after agonizing hours of brutal assault but he kept going, kept plummelint, kept fingering you until you would go numb.
"I want your baby. I want a fucking future emperor or empress right now, in my womb!" Raw and hoarse your voice went as you slammed down his dick until you could feel his tip brush against your cervix and you saw white just as he released into you.
You both relaxed and collapsed, defeated yet satisfied in your pleasures and fulfilled lists and desires. His chin rests on your shoulder, slightly ticklish with the faint feeling of growing facial hair underneath.
"I'm sorry. I should be treating you better- I should have never been so controlling-" Paul breaks the silence, recovering from his highs in horrified discovery at how brutally he treated you when he was consumed by his anger and lust.
You pull up weakly with your arms on his shoulders to get off his dick, whining at the loss of the physical bulge that he would brush over possessively as he spliced you open on his throne, with the teasing possibility for everyone and anyone to see with no restraint.
"Sh.. don't be sorry. You are right. I have failed to do my duty, and I really just want to spend more time with you. we definitely should seriously try for kids, not just because of the empire, but I want to talk about that with you. Besides, it was really hot." You shush him with a finger on his mouth, looking down shamelessly as you cover your body with your arms in the sudden realization at how clothless you were, yet your cheeks redden at your admission of something you had never said out loud, yet his smug smirk assures you otherwise.
"Oh yeah, you like that? I'll fuck you senselessly and for hours, days even months or years on end till I get you so pregnant, swollen with my child and bursting with milk. Get ready for that."
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chalametsimp · 2 years
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Drunk in Love
Pairings: drunk!Timothée Chalamet x drunk!Reader
Summary: You and Timothée have a nice dinner and drinks over a long weekend and it ends up turning into a heavenly dry humping session.
Warnings: alcohol, dry humping, dirty talk (he’s always talking dirty in my writing I can’t help it), unprotected sex, cockwarming
Word Count: 1,280
Authors Note: Sorry I didn’t get more into the cockwarming part of this request but I’ll add more of that kink to my writing :) sorry about the shit mobile formatting. Sorry if this is short. Also I posted this last night but it never went to the tags ):
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The best orgasms you and Timothée shared were the ones that started with desperation. And the second half of your night out had been nothing but. The two of you were taking a long weekend at a lake house, taking time to enjoy each other and each other’s presence. It was a weight off both your shoulders work-wise and you were feeling free. You shared drinks and appetizers at a cute restaurant with seating by the docks. You were feeling a little more than tipsy and so was he. After you finished your drinks and food, the two of you took a walk by the docks.
Which ended in a handsy, needy make out session, maritime lights and music flooding your senses. Something about it felt so intoxicating. Immediately after it ended you were scrambling for an Uber. Keeping your hands off of each other for the duration of the ride was borderline award worthy. He kept his eyes on you almost the entire time, his tongue darting occasionally to lick his lips as he admired
Now you were both stumbling through the door of your AirBnB, hands exploring each other’s bodies with fervor and gasping into each other’s mouths, barely able to turn on the light switch. The both of you kept moving, crashing into furniture and giggling as you went until you fell into the couch, settling into his lap. Old fashioned. That’s all you could taste. Whiskey old fashioned and his mouth. Your favorite flavor, your own personal Saffron.
The only thing you could feel was his tongue and his hands rubbing up the expanse of your thighs. A moan escaped from his lips and slid down your throat and it sent heavenly vibrations across your abdomen. Your hips pushed down against his at the feeling of this sensation, rubbing yourself against him, only thing separating your lower half from the world was a stringy thong. The black dress you were wearing was now being pushed up your thighs by his hands that were now traveling up your tummy and to your chest. His hands kneaded at your tits roughly, the movement of his hips matching the energy, bucking up desperately.
Timothées fingers pinched and toyed with your nipples, evoking breathless gasps from your lips. He abruptly pulled you up into his chest for a brief moment so he could tug his slacks down, just to his knees and not his boxers. The entire time you were pulled away from his clothed hard on you whimpered, wigging your hips pathetically. His eyebrows raised and a wicked smirk crept onto his pretty wet lips, “Aw, feeling needy are you? You want daddy’s cock so bad, huh?” You nodded quickly at his question, replacing a verbal response. He finally lowered you back down to sit in his lap and you sighed with relief, immediately grinding your heat against his.
“Would you do anything to have me make you cum, mon amour?”
Oh fuck, that was the name that never failed to drive you crazy. The way the letters curled around his tongue like melting custard on a hot sunny day was enough to make anybody fall in love. And when he was calling you that while he was laid underneath you, hands relishing your beautiful body? It was almost heaven. “Yes, daddy,” you purred softly, nodding like your life depended on it “I’d do anything!! Anything you want!” You bit your lip softly, finally resuming your hips movements, groaning quietly with pleasure and relief.
Daddy did to him what Mon Amour does to you. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of the head at the word. The feeling of your pussy against his hardening cock and the sight of you, peering up at him through now streaked mascara’d lashes and pouty red lips becoming too much for him to handle. “If you want it so bad, baby, then do it like this.” He whispered now, adjusting his position and tightened his grips on your hips, grinding up now against you with a steady rhythm “Cum on my cock like this. I know I can make you cum without even touching you.” He was right, but he didn’t need to be so cocky about it. You rolled your eyes at him. “And I want to watch you do it, baby.”
If he wasn’t SO right, you would’ve maybe tried to have prove him wrong. But he wasn’t, and you wanted him so bad. You would have him any way that you could get him and you had a sneaking suspicion that he would reward you wholly later. You now moved your hands to grip at his shoulders, fingernails digging lightly into his skin. You whimpered loudly and your hips twitched, relaxing into him. It felt amazing and that was evident as you blushed. Your thong was starting to get soaked and he could feel through his boxers the wet patch that was forming. “Does that feel good, baby?” He cooed, smirk still glued to his face as he watched you. “Feels good for me.” Timothée groaned, his cool appearance faltering as he showed just how much he was enjoying this too. His hands trailed back down your body to grip your ass, pressing you downwards. His fingers grazed lower and dipped to either side of your cunt, spreading you out a so you were rubbing your clit down against him. You let out a long and low moan at the feeling.
You nodded your head and ground your hips against his, feeling his cock beneath you throb. “Feels s-so good, baby.”
Minutes felt like hours to you as you pleasured yourself against nothing but his cock hidden behind cotton. You were soon cumming above him with a cry of his name, your walls clenching around nothing and you could actually feel yourself get wetter for him. Your head buried in his shoulder weakly as you continued to ride out your orgasm, rubbing and bucking against him, an endless sea of his name and lewd moans leaving your mouth. Timothée could barely take it anymore, his hips twitching and his breath was speeding up more and more.
He took matters into his own hands, quickly ripping his boxers down his thighs to meet his slacks and he was helping you lift your hips up. His long fingers stretched to pull your thong to the side. Timothée immediately was pushing himself inside of you and thrusting upwards, his hands guiding your hips, not letting you do anything. It was enough teasing for him, he was nearly already to cum.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..” tumbled from his lips breathlessly and his head threw back as he fucked into you with reckless abandon. You didn’t mind one bit, you just moaned desperately into his ear as he had his way with you, licking and suckling at his milky skin that was now slick with sweat.
“I’m going to cum!” He grunted, fingernails digging into your skin now as he came deep inside you without a care. That was for sober Timo to work out.
“Oh, fuck.” You breathed against his skin and you moved to get out of his lap but he stopped you, pushing you back down against him.
“Stay.” He murmured sleepily, pulling you into his chest. He was very drunk and very tired. So were you, so you didn’t protest his wish. You shifted slightly in his lap to get more comfortable and you both sighed with contentment. The two of you fell asleep wrapped up together, his cock buried cozy inside of you the entire night.
Safe to say, it was a very fun surprise in the morning.
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catharsisfalls · 2 years
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for my hand — t.c.
summary: the aftermath of timmy tim winning an oscar and your endless support
gender: neutral
warnings: steamy, implied smut, mention of alcohol use, fluff, fEeLinGs, vulnerability
word count: 981 (the first version was longer, but i didn't feel good with it, so i rewrote the whole thing)
a/n: this was a struggle, i tell you. inspired by the song burna boy - for my hand (ft. ed sheeran), which i have been playing on loop too much because apparently i like to suffer in my feelings. you should give it a listen for the vibe and also just because it's an amazing song ! not my gif. + if you liked it i'd appreciate a reblog <3
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The hotel room was a little bit of a mess. The styling and make-up teams had cleared their mess when they left, but it could be said that both of you and Tim were a bit chaotic when it came to getting ready for a big gala. In this current state of mind neither of you cared much. After a lots of champagne and celebration later you had found yourself in the line at McDonald’s on your way home. The nuggets and the burger had brought you down from drunk to tipsy, which was a good thing from the morning after point of view.
You giggled softly when you saw Timothée slump down on one of the extremely comfortable arm chairs, while you made sure the room door locked behind you. Finally getting rid of your shoes, other belongings long forgotten somewhere near the door, you swayed towards your new — and very handsome — Oscar winner. When you were close enough, Tim took your hand to guide you to sit on his lap.
Getting comfortable, you looked down while your hands went to his chest, you started unbuttoning his black shirt. “Hmmmm … as much as I like you in any outfit, it’s a shame … I really liked the whole jacket-without-a-shirt thing going on at the gala,” you said lowly, smirking at him while unbuttoning the last two buttons.
Timmy bit his lip, watching you work your fingers on his shirt. “I could go and change back to it,” he said, lifting his hands and sliding them up your thighs. 
You leaned down, putting your hands on his bare chest and sliding the shirt more open. “No need,” you said quietly, before leaning the rest of the way and kissing him. Deeply, with pressure, your tongue finding his. When you needed to take a breath, you kissed his jaw and continued down his neck slowly, all the way to his collarbones. This elicited a quiet moan from him, which made you shiver. His hands squeezed your thighs and moved on your ass, pressing you down on his growing crotch which, in turn, made you gasp into his neck. 
He reached with his other hand to guide your mouth back against his own, kissing you, biting your lip, swirling his tongue against yours, luring more moans from the back of your throat. He returned his hand, this time moving both to hold you from under your thighs, and you could feel him replacing you on his lap and eventually lifting both of you up, without breaking the kiss. Tim carried you to the bedroom, not without almost tripping on the things messily laying on the floor and bumping on the doorframe, which made you laugh into the kiss.
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The light of the morning sun sneaking through curtains made your face look golden the next morning, as your eyes fluttered open. Timothée was mesmerised by how you could look so beautiful — more and more beautiful, the more he looked at you. He lifted his hand to trace your face under the light, eventually placing his hand on your jaw.
“Thank you for being there for me yesterday. For supporting me,” he smiled at you, caressing your cheek. His voice raspy from sleep and from yesterday.
You smiled softly back at him, reaching to lightly caress his arm that was reached out to you. “I will always support you, Timmy.”
“And I love you for that,” he said. “I love how you continue to support me through the filming process, even though it gets extremely hard sometimes.” His eyes travelled from yours to follow his fingers as they traced from your face to your neck. You saw something flickering in his eyes you had never seen before, and you felt your heart skip a beat in anticipation of where he was going with this. Because he obviously was going somewhere with this — somewhere positive ? You tried to push any anxious feelings back and let him say what he wanted to say before jumping to any overthought conclusions.
“Sometimes I feel I lose myself a bit in the filming process, being so focused. Sometimes I feel like I get anxious and off the trails with myself. But you always seem to see through all of it,” he said, sniffling. You hadn’t noticed, but his eyes had a hint of red in them, before he blinked rapidly a few times. “You somehow see through the haze and see me as I am. It feels like you make me whole again, like you bring me home. I think … you are my home,” he scrunched his eyes a bit during the last sentence, like he realized his feelings behind his thinking in this very moment. In this very moment, that was squeezing your heart and made you just jump on him and hug him tightly.
“And … and I just love you,” he whispered, which made your heart ache.
Kissing the his arm that was still reached out, you whispered, “I love you too, Timmy, so much.”
“And .. and I-I would like to .. marry you someday. If you will let me,” he finished. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. You had been together barely over a year, which is why you hadn’t let yourself think about this yet. In that moment, however, you knew. You knew you want to marry him someday, too. The realisation made you chuckle softly and sniffle, a small tear escaping from the corner of your eye.
“I would like that very much, actually,” you smiled at him. There was relief in his eyes, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. His smile appeared wider than you had ever seen, contrasting marvellously with how his skin was reflecting the morning sun through the curtains. How someone could become so much more beautiful the more you looked, it made you wonder.
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love-strawberry · 2 years
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summary : in the which the internet tries to decipher their relationship and they finally reveal it.
pairing : timothee chalamet x reader
warnings : language
author's note : i love this so so so so so so so so much!! enjoy!!
tagged : @mrs-brekker15
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y/n_ felt like a princess wearing this dress <3
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username "pRiNcEsS" stfu you're a queen
username that dress is so pretty i want
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zendaya you're so hot
blakelively i love you, you looked so pretty
username she's already a queen
andrewgarfield 😎👍🏼
username i love her dress and the one she wore at the after party
tchalamet you looked so beautiful <3
-> y/n_ thank you! you stole the show though :)
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username apparently y/n and timothee were together at the after party and left in one car
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y/n_ sir, stop being so beautiful
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username timothee and y/n!! i love them
username their cute little pose when they were asked to pose together
username when timothee saw y/n and fixed his hair, im cry
zendaya 💅
tomholland2013 looking dashing, mate!
username sir- stop
username when he said that he was anxious to meet y/n and blushed when the interwiewer asked if they were dating
username there's so no way they're not dating
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celebnewz rumours about dating have been flying around actors timothee chalamet and y/n y/l/n seen they were photographed together last year. the two were seen out frequently, going on what their fans suspect, dates. chalamet and y/l/n were also seen leaving the oscars together. the pair were seen out together last night but when asked about their relationship, they chose not to comment. for more details, click on the link in our bio.
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username y/n and timothee reading this: 🚘👩‍🦯
username me pretending they're not dating so i can imagine myself to be with y/n
username aww they're both so perfect together
username we all should just really respect their privacy
username when y/n was asked about timothee in the interview last week and she really said 'no thank you, next'
username they'd be so cute together
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tchalamet i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this
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tchalamet all's well that ends well to end up with you
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upindreamland · 1 year
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Olive you - Timothee Chalamet
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Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) text imagine
Summary: Texts between you and Timmy since you’re bored and home alone (fluff)
Warning: Cuteness? I don't think there is any but if there is please let me know!
AN: This is definitely not based off of what I've been doing for the past hour..... Anyways I hope you enjoy!
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AN: That's it! Hope you enjoyed. Please like, comment, reblog, if you would like - it's very much appreciated!
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timotheechlamett · 2 years
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hiii this is my first request ever and I was wondering if you could do a timmy angst fic! I identify as female so maybe something where he neglects reader pls
BROKEN BOUNDARIES
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this ask definitely tapped into my subconscious, writing this felt super super personal.
NOT PROOF READ AT ALLL.
WARNINGS: angst, toxic!Timothée, toxic!Reader, foul language, ANNGSTTTT.
let me know if I missed anything.
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He was away for work again.
He’s away for work and for the first week he called me non-stop, texted me between cuts, until he wasn’t. I simply chalked it up to the fact his scenes were getting more intense, there would be more takes, not as much free time.
It’s been a week since he last called me, now there’s only two days before he comes home.
Of course he texted me a few times letting me know what he was doing on set and how much he missed me, but days since I had heard his voice. It killed me to miss my boy so much.
And then came the pictures.
The day he was coming home I found out he indeed had time to call me. Instead the days, almost weeks before his arrival, he was pent up on yachts, going to clubs, even a very lengthy outing with his co-stars the night prior to his flight. It wasn’t that I had an issue with him having fun, it wasn’t about cheating, not about a type of envy having the bonding experiences you should with your co-workers as an actor.
It’s completely about the fact he intentionally didn’t call for seven days and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, what I feel is strictly pain.
I throw my phone down on the bed and collapse on the surface just the same.
I love him with my entire being and I know he does too, or I thought? Does he in this moment? I feel almost betrayed, I feel forgotten, put off.
This is not the first, second, or third time something like this has happened— Honestly, I’d lost count during the years of us being together. It was a fact of principle and that I had made a point to tell him the last time, that it hurts, it hurts deeply to be so disregarded.
I could cry, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere, right? I could blow his phone up with how hurtful it is, but that would also be a dead end.
I rake my mind for solutions. I laid there for what felt like hours before picking up my phone.
‘Hey!’ My friend answers.
“Hey, are you busy this weekend?” I ask.
‘No not at all, why what’s up?’
“I’m- I was wondering if I could come up there for a day or two, I need a girls weekend.” I sigh.
‘You know you’re always welcome here. Why are you even asking? Are you okay?’ She questions.
I let a tear slip and steady my voice, “No, yeah I just need a couple days for me. I’ve been in the house for nearly two months.” I try and manage a chuckle.
‘Will you be here tonight? I thought Tim was..coming back today?’ She prods cautiously.
“He is but I-,” I close my eyes and will myself to be calm, “I’ll explain when I get there okay?” I nearly whisper, two more tears fall from my eyes. There was a pause.
‘Let me know when you leave, okay? I love you.’
“I love you too.” I end the call, getting to my feet and start packing my bag.
It wasn’t long before I had everything I needed for the weekend, I sit the duffle bag on the bed before showering and changing into a clean comfortable outfit. I check the time.
‘7:32 PM’
I could be there in two hours if I leave now I thought to myself.
I rip some notebook paper from an old journal and write Timothée a note explaining where I am, who I’m with, and that my phone won’t be on.
Petty? Probably. But it feels good.
I make my way down the steps and move to open the front door only to have it opened for me.
“My love!” He embraces me, I use my free hand to wrap around him, I indulge the feeling remembering how his warmth feel, how he smells, before pulling away.
“I missed you, missed you so much.” He beams as he kisses my head, standing before me with a wide smile until he saw my bag. I curse myself mentally.
“Where are you going?” He questions, I step aside and he steps into the loft setting his bags down.
I remain silent for a minute, taking him in. He didn’t look the least bit fatigued by the 14-hour flight, by being away for such a period, he looked well rested even. Meanwhile I could feel the bags under my eyes, the knot in my throat prevents me from saying anything immediately, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“I um-“ I press my temples with my free hand, “I’m gonna go to The Hamptons, to Rae’s, for the weekend. I just need some time to myself-“ I finally get out.
His face falters and I can feel the tension thicken like being drowned by waves, “Baby, I just got back, please just stay til the morning ?” He cuts in before caressing my face with a grin like nothing was wrong.
This tension is one-sided.
I look up into his eyes feeling myself tear up, “No. No I can’t.” I say quietly, pulling in a sharp breath, “Timothée you— I cant keep getting put off. I can’t keep getting treated as second when you’re away you-“ Hot tears fall down my cheeks, i drop the bag, he lets me go, “I told you how shitty it feels, multiple times, you keep doing it. Why?” My voice breaks as the tears continue to fall.
“W-What do you mean? How shitty what feels?” His voice raises slightly, his face scrunched looking at me.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” I let out a soft chuckle, tears continuously streaming down my face, “You act like you do nothing wrong regardless of how many times I bring it up-“
“I didn’t do shit-“ Hee cuts in.
“No Timotheé! You did the ONE fucking thing you always do! You’ve had a whole week to talk to me, seven days! I’ve gotten a mere text for half those if that, I saw the pictures-” I choke on the word, his jaw clenches, “Pictures of what!” He moves closer as he yells, “What did I do-“ I cut him off.
“You’ve been fucking off for nearly two weeks, not caring how it would make me feel, you’re girlfriend,” I’m sobbing now, “Remember me?” I take in a heavy breath.
“I haven’t been fucking off? I do care how you feel I just-“
“It takes seconds to call and let me hear your voice,” I run my hands roughly through my hair, “Seconds that you couldn’t fucking spare out of a week plus!”
“Baby please-‘ He moves to grab my hands.
“No, you don’t get to charm your way out of this,” I wipe my face, “Not this time.” I push past him and grab my bag heading towards the door, I feel resistance.
His hand tightens around the back straps of my bag, “Please don’t, please, I’m,” He pulls me closer to him, caressing my face with his hands, “I’m sorry, please,e Ii’m sorry-“
Tears pool in our eyes as we stare at one another, “Please don’t leave-“ He closes his eyes and sets his forehead on me, his tears falling against my cheek as my own mix with them.
I take a shaky breath, “You keep breaking the boundaries I’ve set,” I sniffle, “I’m tired of being disappointed,” I look up, meeting is teary eyes, “By your empty promises.”
I pull away from his embrace and gather my things, walking to the door, “There’s a note for you upstairs.” I call back not looking at him.
“I love you.” He chokes.
I glance over my shoulder at him, opening the door and throwing my things in the back of my car, starting my drive to The Hamptons.
I see the half mark sign and feel an overwhelming sadness, hot tears testing my eyes. I blink them back.
Love is kind, love is patient.
Love does not dishonor.
Love does not fail.
“You’re okay. It’s gonna be fine.” I repeat to myself.
Love always perseveres.
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vampiretendencies · 1 year
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IDCNTLIKEDARKNESS MILESTONE MASTERLIST ★
if you get a minute call me back, im so lonely and you’re the only one that knows me — jj maybank
cuddling after a surf — jj maybank
honestly she needs a little loving, fuck it now i’m getting off the subject — jj maybank
how jj acts as a boyfriend — jj maybank
tell me how did i ever find you, babe, tell me now that you’re never gonna’ run — jj maybank
shotgunning on jj’s dirt bike leads to the messiest make out session — jj maybank
event has been canceled.
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lovecheries888 · 2 years
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it's rosie from @timmymyluv and I am also a victim of not only my dms disappearing but also my posts not showing up on tags so I will follow @chal-latte aka @mondieumat on posting here but I'll always reblog in reference on timmymyluv
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posting soon!
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sweetmytimothee · 1 year
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It's very gratifying to be able to accompany you on countless works, and to be able to feel all the feelings that you pass through your characters, it's genuinely amazing. Watch you with a twinkle in your eye and let out a smile of happiness for watching you, and see being able to have the privilege of seeing the way you bring so many amazing characters to life. And get reference but acquire the real true feelings that you go through in each work, in each character. Timmy has already spoken in other letters, and I will continue to talk about how you are an inspiration to me and how proud and excited I am of your every achievement. I love you, I'm the person, the happiest fan just to have you in my life. For accompanying you on and off the set of each of your work, even if it's through a cell phone screen or cinema, television. I love you ❤️‍ ✨️
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Y/n and Tim are sharing a very intimate moment, and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him. Let's be honest, who doesn't want to look at him?!
Warnings and such: ummm yeahhhh....absolutely smutty...soft smut, but still smut! 18+ no minors. Some swearing and mentions of spit...definitely not proofread! let me know if I missed something?
A/N: I have a lot of smut written in general and I like it better than the soft stuff, but i like soft stuff! Not sure how I feel about this one so lmk!
ALSO: lmk what other tags i should add to these posts!
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"Look at me."
His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.
Look at me
Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.
My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Timothée came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.
"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me.
With pleasure.
A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure.
I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he bent over me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrusted deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling. He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.
"T-Tim," I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders.
I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.
Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. That was one of his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.
One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.
"Look...at me," Tim repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me. I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me.
I was done.
I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost.
"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.
The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Tim ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.
"Open,"
I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through my. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands though his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring.
"Pretty baby," He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddled my still shaking hips. "you alright?"
"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.
He smiled and bent over me, feather light kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, ticking my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin. They'd be gone my morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation.
"Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get cleaned up."
I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more.
"Y/n," He cooed again. "Look at me..."
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the-amazing-simp · 2 years
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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 08.04.22
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timmymyluv · 2 years
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Still Want You
dad!laurie
laurie laurence x pregnant march!sister reader
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warnings: pregnancy sex, mutual masterbation, oral (m/f receiving), mentions of sexist victorian etiquette/rules, fingering
summary: laurie laurence adores you even at your most vulnerable, heavily pregnant with his first born and not feeling your best. 
word count: 2.0k words
notes: surprise! this was not on my wip or even on my radar when i posted that wip update but this was meant to just be a writing exercise from a random prompt but i’m in love with this! really glad to be writing again and do what makes my soul sing. again please enjoy this, reblog and comment. 
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“Did the baby just kick you?” You squeaked excitedly as Laurie stared at you in surprise with wide eyes, his warm palms never leaving your abdomen.
Swollen ankles, sore limbs dominated your days as life blossomed within you. To your darling husband however, you were glowing more strikingly than ever.
Ever since you have become husband and wife, you have transformed into a completely innocent, oblivious stranger to the entanglements of the flesh with your caring spouse more than willing to indulge in you wholly and selflessly.
Introducing you to pleasures and sensations that you could only dream of, it was only sooner or later before the inevitable of a child growing in your belly was to become reality.
With his ostensibly perpetual trust fund and inheritance allowing him every whim and freedom, your planned two-week honeymoon extended into a few months across Europe without any responsibilities calling him back home to the American continent.
By the time you had returned to New England, having left in the dawn of summer and returning in the late spring, your symptoms of lightheadedness, nausea were confirmed by a head doctor from the capital that Laurie’s grandfather insisted that his granddaughter-in-law only deserved the best.
If you felt that you were looking and feeling your worst, the love of your life would tirelessly, eagerly complement you and give in to your every whim and desire.  
“I have swelled like a whale, Laurie. How could you want me still when I look like this?” You pout, wiping the sweat off your brow as you sat down clumsily with a hand over your belly.
“That is nonsense, my dear wife. On the contrary, I desire you more than ever. If you will ever let me show you that-” Laurie shakes his head with a teasing smile, his eyes shining with a blend of lust and adoration, raising his brow suggestively, before you jokingly push him away by the shoulder.
You wanted nothing more than to give in to his temptation, the feeling of his lush lips against where your neck meets your shoulders, an electrifying jolt down your spine of want and desire that numbs the discomfort and pain pregnancy has given you over the past few months.
You squeak weakly as you press your palms on his chest for support, his wandering hands fluttering from the curves of your side, your breasts and hips that have grown and flourished much to his delight, and reeling in the enhanced softness of your flesh that was only brought upon by the child growing in your bosom.
“Is it not wrong for a pregnant wife for me to engage in such frivolity when she is already with child? Will we not be frowned upon that you give such attention to the pleasures of the flesh not only to yours, but always satisfy mine? Is this not only meant for an act of procreation-” Laurie’s face drops in concern and worry, pausing his escapes in worshiping your body to frame your face, cupping your cheeks with calloused hands as he looks you right in the eye.
“My rose, who has planted such ridiculous things into your mind like so? Yes, that is what proper society demands of man and wife, but we are not like them, remember? It pains me for you to believe that you deserve paltry, baseline treatment when I want to adore you, cherish you, worship you like the goddess you are. “ Peppering kisses from your forehead down to your nose, the apples of your cheeks as tears start to fall from your eyes, he manages to appease at least a giggle from your form.
“There you go, my girl. If you allow me, I want to make a temple of your body just like I always have. The mere fact that our love making has resulted in a child, a wonderful blessing from God who is half you and half me only makes me want you more.” His fingers hovered over the lace of your corset, fortunately much looser than typical fashion expected in order to make room for your growing belly, and waited for a willing nod from you.
You reach forward for a passionate kiss on his lips as far as your belly can allow your torsos to touch, sliding off his obsidian coat of his slender arms and leaving him in the fine, pure white chemise you always adored on him.
Desperate moans from him only urge you further, smirking in how drunk he is in his lust, his want and desperation for you. Reaching and digging into you like a distant treasure he seeks but cannot find, yet he is always yours and you are always for him for the taking.
The laces of the corset are set loose and falls down the ground unceremoniously, in which you step out of and kick away carelessly, too consumed by dragging your tongue around his neck and collarbones.
The buttons of his dress shirt pop open with your joint effort, as you both lean towards the plush mattress of your joint bedroom. He carefully undresses your fine dress he had personally tailored for you by one of the top designers in Europe, remembering how much you adored this colour on your skin tone and wanted to save it for the future.
Left only in your undergarments, he pulls down his trousers and leaving himself bare for you to revere before raising the translucent cream undergarment that left nothing to the imagination as you lift your arms to assist him.
Laurie steps away to drink in your figure with hunger, licking his lips and his eyes exploring around you wildly as your heart thumps so loud you can hear your heartbeat, brushing your thighs together to satisfy the warmth growing underneath.
“Look at you, my darling. Pregnancy agrees with you, look how our love has created a life. How your body has transformed to make room for our child, how your breasts have grown and already produce milk, your hips widened, your limbs filled in, your skin glowing - I must have you and I cannot believe I am so lucky to have you.” He reaches down trailing kisses around your neck before leaning in feverishly to suck on your nipples while fondling the other breast with kneading hands, eliciting a pitched whine from you.
Giving the same attention to the other breast, you tangle your fingers into his curls. He sucks delicately to your under breast and down your sternum before pressing his ear curiously to your belly, smiling warmly before he gently pushes you down the mattress with so much care like you were made of glass and going to break easily.
He ravishes you into another all-consuming kiss in which you battle your tongue with his feverishly, opening your legs wide and playing with your clit and mound between your legs that radiates a delicious moan from your husband, eyes rolling behind his eyes in intoxication.
“I want you to play with yourself, my dove.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“Yes, please.”
Teddy admires you with adoring eyes, before reaching down to toy with his shaft, using the precum already settling from his tip and base, crying your name captivatingly like a prayer. You plunge another finger in your head and cannot control the squeals that come from your mouth has you increase your speed.
Suddenly, he joins your fingers in your heat and moan so loudly as the wave of dizziness overcomes you, so entrenched in the lush haze he has brought you into without warning. Leaning forward to pinch your clit before he sucks it in with his own mouth and teeth, he licks and indulges in your mound like a starved man.
From your head to your toes, you feel the string in your belly pull apart and yanked, a dream like state that has you flying and splattering all the stars in the sky as it becomes all haziness and bright lights in your vision.
Your fingers joined with his and his mouth erupts into your orgasm, releasing into his mouth and all over both your fingers. Laurie kisses your clit once more before he smouches you, your metallic taste on his tongue causing you to moan once more.
Panting and catching your breath from your orgasm, he smooths your hair and pecks your forehead before he moves down to line up with your core, but you stop him with a grasp on his wrist.
“Do you not want to go on, my love? I can stop at any time if you are uncomfortable or hurting the baby?”
“No, no - I want you in my mouth.”
“Darling, it would only strain you for you to get on your knees. What if it injures our child?”
Sliding your head down towards the edge of the bed, he watches you curiously as you tuck a pillow underneath your head and wait patiently with an open mouth.
“You can take me like this, hovering over me while I lie down.” He swears lustily as he climbs towards you, knees between your head and brushing against your ears, earning a chuckle from you as it slightly tickles you.
Reaching forward with shaky, impatient hands as you stroke his length, earning a sharp inhale from him as he lines up against your mouth, feeling your warm cavern and your lips, inch by inch until your nose hits his pubic bone and you moan in delight.
The salty taste of his shaft as he slowly rises above you, relenting in a regimented, reluctant pace. Muttering and groaning in vulgar phrases, Laurie picks up a pace with tightly shut eyes and warm, rosy cheeks as his thrusting turns quick and frenzied. As you join your fingers around his cock and massage his lower abdomen before he floods your mouth with his warm, viscous release.
Gathering his breath with his forehead resting against the headboard, he pulls out from your mouth and smothers his palms all over your spent body. Tracing a line down your arms, pinching your nipples between his fingers, slurping and licking your belly button, he takes another pillow and puts it gently underneath your lower back.
“Is this comfortable, my angel?”
“Mmm.” You purr dreamily, supporting your belly as you spread your knees as wide as possible.
His large hands clenching your ankles, Laurie convulsed deftly into you, earning a piquant wail from your shaking form. He groans as he watches where you meet, joined into one without any thought of the outside world. You only felt him in your veins, in your joints, in your soul, merged together. He was the only thing you could see, feel, taste, touch - you wanted nothing more than this. If there was ever a heaven, you found it.
He releases into you ,holding your legs up to your chest, spread wide to not squish your protruding stomach. Laurie rests his head against your belly, embracing your bump and hands circled around your waist as he relishes in skin to skin contact with his wife and unborn child.
“I never thought you could become even more beautiful than ever, my dear. Yet you have, you always do, day by day. No words can do it justice. How you create this life with such grace, such strength. I cannot love and thank you enough.”
Beaming with so much joy you feel you cannot smile any wider, you massage his scalp and tug on his curls in a manner only you know he adores, he relish in the physical touch that brings fire to your loins, brings you more life than you ever have felt before.
Your child, will they have his eyes? Or your temperament? What about his curls? None of that mattered when they were all so close to you, skin to skin, feeling the warmth of his flesh against yours, breathing so slowly, as if a reminder he was real and fully alive in front of you.
“And I adore you too, Theodore Laurence. You have been the most wonderful husband, and you will be just as marvelous as a father.”
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Sweet like Honey (Leaf Swishers) 18+
Pairings: stoned!Timothée Chalamet x stoned!Reader
Summary: Post Sunday Brunch smoke sesh turns into something a little more fun.
Warnings: stoned balcony smut 👀🗣, cigarettes, exhobitionism, feels domestic, fingering, praise kink
Word Count: 2,498
Authors Notes: I had to include a german pet name because it’s literally so fucking cute and sweet 🥺🥺🥺 sorry this took forever, I had to help the cable guy all day, I just moved. I hope you enjoy 🥰
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Lazy Sunday post brunch smoke sessions on the balcony was your favorite unspoken tradition. You would get dressed up late in the morning and try a new brunch spot every week, drinking mimosas and chatting about everything, really. Timmys favorite part was smoking a freshly rolled blunt afterwards and basking in the sun, surrounded by the scenery of New York City.
This afternoon you were doing just that. Sharing cannabis, kisses and American spirits. The sun was shining just how you liked it and you sat in front of the outside coffee table on colorful pillows. A spread of half empty weed jars, swisher honey leaf packages, a couple lighters and a cortado that the two of you were sharing was laid out before you. He was cutting the leaf and you were taking a sip of the espresso drink when he finally spoke, “you look so beautiful in the sunlight.”
You lowered your sunglasses to get a better look at him and smiled. “Who, me?”
“Yes, you.” He chuckled softly, returning to his task of filling the leaf. “You look beautiful every day, but you look even more radiant in the sun.”
“My sweet boy,” you hummed “I love you.”
“I love you too.” The response was immediate and made your heart swell in your chest. You never thought it was possible to love someone so much but here you sat, watching the love of your life roll a perfect blunt. You were mesmerized now while watching him, his tongue darting out delicately to seal his creation, trailing across the length of it, his eyes glued to yours the entire time.
“Oh god.” You murmured quietly, watching him intently.
“What?” He chuckled, pretending to be completely innocent. Timothée held the blunt in front of you, smiling wide with pride. This was his specialty.
You gladly accepted. Had you refused to take the first inhale, well, he wouldn’t let you. He always made sure you got the first hit every time, no matter where you were or who you were smoking with. He was extremely chivalrous towards you no matter what, but this was your favorite way that he showed it.
“Thank you, honey.” You murmured, moving to rest your head in his warm lap, bringing the blunt to your lips before exhaling it, making sure to not to blow the smoke into his face. You also had your chivalrous moments.
You removed your sunglasses and placed them face down without thinking about it. And almost as if this were regular routine, he flipped them over so the lenses face the sun. “Scratches, baby.”
“Mm, I forgot. ” you paused, peering up at him. You brought your hands up to cup his face in your hands, rubbing softly against his cheek. “Pretty boy..” You trailed off, taking another, larger inhale.
He blushed at the word and leant down to press a kiss to your own cheek. “You’re the pretty one, Schatzi.” This word made you giggle and you thought back to when you had both heard the word, a smile slipping onto your lips at the memory.
It was last year in Munich for a trip to Oktoberfest. You often took trips together to different countries, taking time to immerse yourselves in the culture and language. Schatzi was a word he was extremely fond of, ever since he had heard it first time he couldn’t resist referring to you as his Schatzi. It means treasure and there wasn’t a better word to describe what you were to him. You were his treasure, through and through. A treasure he cherished and kept safe. Occasionally enjoying flaunting you like treasure as well. You were his and god, he was so in love with you.
“You want?” You questioned before taking a third hit and sitting up, resting your hand on a pillow to keep you up. He knew what you were asking without you having to elaborate. He scooted closer to you and press a kiss to your sweet, open lips. Timothée opened his mouth for you and you blow the smoke passed his lips. He leaned over and exhaled.
You handed him the blunt and pressed kiss after kiss after kiss onto his sweet, smiling lips. You sighed, now returning to your position resting your head against his lap. He inhaled and absentmindedly trailed his fingertips up and down your belly, just enjoying the moment.
You sighed softly and turned onto your side, burying your face into his tummy, black t-shirt warm on your face. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy as you kissed on his tummy, trailing down to just above his belt.
“Mm,” he sighed softly “feels good.”
“You like?” You pressed your face further against him, kissing him again and again.
You pulled away from him and he whined, “what’re you doing?” You sat up and climbed into his lap now, resting your hands on either side of his chest.
“I just wanted to look at you, that’s all.” you chirped, now starting to rub on his shoulders.
He didn’t respond, instead choosing to lean forward, stealing your lips for a soft kiss. You kissed him back, sighing happily against his him. His tongue prodded at your lower lip before snaking it’s way into your mouth, tongue grazing lazily against yours. The feeling of his wet pulsating tongue making slow sweeps through your mouth almost made your high elevate. Before you could think, his arms were around your waist, pulling you closer.
Your hands trailed their way up his chest and neck until they were snaked in his coffee colored hair, tugging sweetly on a few pieces. This drew a lust clouded moan from his throat and it vibrated passed your parted lips.
To your dismay, he pulled away from your lips and relished at the way your saliva dusted lips glistened before him. He forced his gaze away to dip his head down, smoothing gentle kisses along your jawline. “You’re so lovely.” He mumbled against your skin, placing the blunt on the edge of the table.
“So beautiful.” He continued, sitting up to suddenly laying you onto your back. Lingering above you, he ran the back of his hand over your cheek before kissing where it had been. “Such a good girl.”
You shuddered at the nickname and involuntarily, your hips bucked upwards to knock against him. He chuckled quietly at your neediness, happy to help you out, pressing his hips down against yours.
“Good girls get rewards, right?” You queried, eyebrows raising upwards, a lax smile spreading across your lips.
“Yeah.” He said, sitting up to push your shirt up above your chest. “Good girls do get rewards.”
Suddenly you were pulling him back down for a rough kiss, taking hold of his hand to attempt to pull it closer to your heat.
He pulled away just as suddenly as the kiss had started “What is it that you want? Use your words, baby girl.” Timothée drawled lowly, complying with your original non verbal request, dipping his fingers into your panties to drag his middle finger across your clit.
Your eyes scanned your surroundings, darting from building to building. “Out here?” You whimpered, it was hard to hide that the thought excited you.
“Out here,” he affirmed, dipping down to nip lightly at your neck “I don’t care if anyone sees us, then everyone will know that I’m the one who makes you feel good.” He punctuated his sentence with a gentle pinch to your clit, rolling the sensitive skin between his fingers.
You yelped out in pleasure, pushing your hips against his long fingers, “More, pleeease.”
“Patience, mon amour.” He cooed, slowly pressing his finger into your pussy, coating it with your slick as he pulled it out and back in, intently watching your face as he did so.
“No, please.” You pleaded, back arching your into his touch, you quiet moan tumbling from your lips, “Please.”
Timothée idled his fingers inside of you, taking a moment to reach for the blunt and he took a hit before leaning down to return the favor from earlier, shotgunning the smoke into your lungs.
After a moment he finally gave into your wishes and pushed his index finger in along with it, starting to spread and scissor his fingers inside of you deliciously. One of your hands darted up to grip his shirt tightly, legs spreading for him, skirt automatically rolling up your thighs, exposing the crude image of his hand working inside of you, covered only by the thin fabric of your panties. “Uhn, feels so good, baby.” He bit his lip hard at the sight, pumping his fingers inside of you faster, curling them upwards.
“Only the best for my angel.”
Your eyes were squeezed shut, head lolling backwards, rolling your hips against his fingers as you prop yourself up on your elbows. Because of this you couldn’t see how badly he needed some touch too, so he resentfully and selfishly pulled his fingers out, standing to his feet, motioning for you to follow him.
You opened your eyes and whined from the loss of contact, pouting up at him. You stood up hesitantly. You then looked at him incredulously, confused until he spoke up.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Timothée cooed softly, holding out a hand to you “I want to give you something better than my fingers. Is that okay?”
You nodded quickly and put a pep in your step as you followed after him, he motioned to the raised ledge of the balcony. Your eyes grew wide. “Right there?” You gasped, instinctively rubbing your thighs together. The waiting game becoming all too much.
“Mhm, c’mere.” He coaxed sweetly, holding out a hand for you.
You knew you would follow him to the end of the earth if he asked you to, so you were walking towards him before you knew it and turning to press your chest against the rail before you could even process the implication.
Timothée stepped up behind you, pressing himself against your back. He planted kisses across your shoulders and up your neck, suckling the sweet spot behind your ear.
A quiet whimper escaped your lips and you then stood up higher, up on your toes, silently begging him to get on with it.
He ignored your invisible plea and ran his hands up your thighs, appreciating your body for a few moments.
“I love you,” he lamented, playing with the hem of your panties before he pushed them down your ass.
You kicked them off once they fell to your feet and your hands were reaching behind you to tug his sweatpants down, “I love you.” You repeated after him. “You’re so good to me, baby.”
He pushed his hips up against your ass, naked cock rubbing against your aching pussy “You’re so wet for me.” He purred, taking himself into his hands, now rubbing the leaking tip against your entrance.
“Only for you,” you gasped softly.
Slowly he pushed himself up inside of you, sheathing himself completely into your heat. A loud, drawn out moan was dragged out of your lips and you gripped onto the railing.
“One of the reasons I love you,” he grunted, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head at the initial overwhelming feeling “you’re so loyal to me. So good.”
You moaned out again, your pussy growing more damp as he sputtered words of praise into your ear, hands gripping your hips gently. His pace was agonizingly slow, taking his time with you. He savored the sounds that he was able to pull from you.
No one from the floors below yours could see what was going on, but anyone in the high rises above could easily see the scene unfolding on your balcony. It was a beautiful and salacious sight to see.
Timothée swore he could start drooling any second, cock buried in his absolute favorite place.
“My girl.” His hips snapped forward, almost as if to punctuate his statement, pushing your hair off your shoulder.
“My forever.” Another snap of his hips, and you cried out in pleasure.
“God,” he choked out, “you feel so fucking good. I could fuck you forever.” He grunted over and over again, at each snap of his hips.
A deep blush covered your cheeks. Your pussy squeezed his cock, making it oh so clear that you were more than enjoying yourself.
Just when you thought you couldn’t get any closer he was reaching around to rub fast circles against your clit, he sighed in pleasure at the feeling of it moving around him. The pace paralleled that of his impossibly slow thrusts and the sensation sent you into your first orgasm of the day, walls tightening harder around him, a crude string of expletives and his name falling from your lips and almost onto the street below.
“Oh fuck!” He choked out, now knowing that he definitely couldn’t keep up with the leisurely pace. Timothée reinforced his grip on your hips and abruptly quickened his pace.
His thrusts became desperate and fast. Your body nearly went limp and your head fell back, your wetness sliding down your thighs as you tried your best to push back against him. But it was a weak attempt, thanks to your prior orgasm.
All of a sudden he was taking your thigh in his strong grip, pulling it up higher to get a better angle. He thrusted into you with fervor, guttural and indecent moans ripped through his body and he squeezed his eyes tightly. “Baby, you’re going to make me cum.”
You were too blissed out to even respond, head thrown back in pleasure. He was now rocking his hips against you with urgency, it felt so heavenly he had to cover your mouth with his hand as a scream attempted to escape from your diaphragm, as you came around him again, without warning.
This sent a jolt of intense pleasure through his body and he quickly pulled out of you, grasping his throbbing cock and cumming in thick stripes on your inner thigh.
He slumped forward, panting tenderly. You turned around weakly, holding yourself up by the railing.
Instantaneously he slid down to his knees and wrapped his arms around your mid section, burying his face in your tummy and he sighed, pressing a kiss to your cunt before he helped you find and pull your panties up your shaky legs.
He stayed there on his knees in front of you, “thank you.” He murmured lazily, kissing on your tummy now.
“You want to take a nap now, my stallion?” You giggled, running a hand through his hair soothingly.
Timothée laughed at the name and nodded quickly, tiredness evident in his eyes. “Only if you nap with me.”
You extended a hand to him to help him up to his feet and together you walked back inside your apartment, settling on the couch to take a relaxing sunday nap.
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put some timmy tim fic recommendations in my inbox i wanna cOnsUmE (can be fluff angst smut series one shots blurbs whatever)
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if ur a writer you can put your fav fic you've written as a recommendation <3
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Her Emperor, His Destiny
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(Alpha!Paul Atreides x Omega!BeneGesserit!Reader)
Summary: Ever since Paul presented no omega has smelled remotely appealing to him. His only reprieve is his dreams that have been filled with nothing but an angelic voice calling out to him, the silhouette of a woman he can’t quite make out, and the sweetest saccharine smell. Wk: 3.2k
Warnings: General omegaverse behaviors, knotting, scenting, marking, breeding, Paul and reader are a soul bound pair, inappropriate use of the voice(by both Paul & Reader) , fluff, kinda love making? Idk this is much softer than my usual smut. I think that’s it, lmk if I missed any!! 18+MNDI!!
A/N: Listen… I know this is left field for me but I made a promise to myself that I would start writing for ME again, and that means writing whatever I want. I saw Dune 2 and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Paul is so alpha coded I feel like it was dropped in my lap.
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Paul expected the air to be different, smell different, out in the desert planes of Arkkis. Thus far it’s as he expected. The smell of spice and sand permeate the air to the point that it’s over powering, flooding every single one of your senses. The sand lingers on any inch of exposed skin practically borrowing its way underneath. The smell of spice is so strong that it feels like it’s drowning you, invading your lungs and nostrils, coating them, leaving your insides feeling like sandpaper if you dare breathe it in.
But as he follows Stilgar into the sietch he can’t even be bothered with the glares and sideways glances from the Freman because the further they walk the more his senses are hit with an overwhelmingly saccharine smell. It was like someone was baking the finest pastry mixed with a warm milk bath on a cold winter's day. He had only ever smelled something as sweet as this in his dreams. A scent he’s dreamed of so vividly that it lingered in his nostrils when he woke, but he’s never caught a whiff of it in waking hours until now. There was no doubt in his mind that this is the same scent. The scent that’s haunted him every night since he presented. The scent of his omega, his destined mate.
“I can hear and smell you scenting back there, Paul Atreides… I suggest you get your pheromones under control before we enter.” Stilgar looks back at him with an apprehensive look and Paul apologizes nodding in agreement. “Mating is a very sacred thing to my people. Each pair must be approved and blessed by the high priestess. And all unmated omegas rooms are on the opposite side of the alphas. It is very important that you follow all rules, but especially this one. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, I understand.” He understood the rule but does that mean he was going to follow it? He could certainly try. But that scent was intoxicating and the closer they got to the sietch the stronger it got. He knows given the chance, he’d break that rule in an instant. Consequences be damned.
“Many wait for their soul bound mate and majority of them die alone, never finding the one.” Paul found this odd. Soul bounds are few and far between nowadays and he comes from a place where mating is a transaction, a bargain, something of power and not of love. But as that sugary sweet scent swirls around him, almost making him dizzy, he thinks he might understand wanting to wait for your one. It’s been a few years now since he presented and no omega has ever smelled even remotely appealing to him. They either smelled of nothing or downright revolting, his only reprieve was in his dreams. His dreams filled with that sugary smell and the figure of a woman whose face he could never quite make out.
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When Stilgar pulled his mother aside Paul found himself alone in a room filled with stares. Some looked at him in awe, certain he was their long awaited Maud’Dib. Others looked at him with disdain, snickering to each other as they shamelessly pointed his way. But he honestly wasn’t concerned with any of it, because as he sat against the stony wall the scent was stronger than ever. He could almost taste it. His eyes searched the room, craving nothing more than to put a face to the smell that has nearly become his drug. But as he looked across the various faces surrounding him, no one stuck out to him.
But he was certain she was in this room, if not this one than the next. That warm saccharine scent was so close it was as if it were right next to him. That’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump. Either this person was stealthy or he was so lost in thought he didn’t hear them approaching but when his head whips around to see who it is he feels like his heart is going to burst. He hears the sound of bells ringing, a sound that he’s only heard in the churches back home. There standing over him is the most ethereal woman he’s ever seen, beautiful, perfect, sweet smelling, you.
“Hello, Paul Atreides, I’ve been waiting for you.” You smile down at him sweetly, your eyes filled with adoration. You aren’t dressed like the Fremen, no tans or browns or stillsuit to be found. A black silky dress adorns your form, fitting you perfectly. There’s a sheer midnight colored scarf wrapped around your head and shoulders, framing your face like the greatest work of art. You weren’t Fremen. You were a Bene Gesserit. Or at the very least, one in training.
“I think… I’ve been waiting for you too.” Paul’s voice is trance-like, looking up at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. The sound of the voice you’ve heard so many times in your slumber sending chills down your spine.
“Won’t you come with me? I have so much to tell you.” You look at him eagerly, offering him your danity ringed hand.
“I don’t know if I’m… supposed to…” He wants nothing more than to follow you. He would follow you into one of the suns of Arakkis if you asked him to. But he knew he was already on thin ice here and he feared what would happen to him and his mother if he were to upset anyone further.
“Do not bother with them, they will see the way. They will see what I’ve seen. Soon they will be cheering your name. Come.”
Paul scans the room, all eyes are on the two of you but when he looks back at your reassuring smile it’s like no one else matters, no one else exists. He takes your hand, letting you pull him along through hallways and far away from prying eyes. You drag him into a room that he assumes is yours, shutting the door behind you.
“Have you dreamt of me, Paul?” You sit on the bed and pull the scarf from your head, leaning back on your palms. You look so beautiful and the room is engulfed in your scent. It clings to every inch of the space and radiates off of you in waves.
“Yes… have you dreamt of me?” He takes an apprehensive step toward you, leaving a few feet of distance between the two of you. His green eyes feel as if they’re eating you alive and the scent of him causes slick to rush into your panties.
“Yes, every night since I presented as an omega my dreams have been filled with nothing but you. And more recently I’ve had visions of you in my waking hours. Will you tell me, Paul, about your dreams?” Your voice is as sweet as your scent. The way you’re leaning back on your hands makes the silk of your dress taunt against your breasts, your peaked nipples on display. The sight of you and the unmistakable smell of your slick makes his cock stir in his pants.
“They aren’t very vivid… mostly just flashes of you from behind, the sound of your voice, you were always saying ‘come to me Paul, for I am your destiny’ but your scent? That was so clear to me.” He takes another step forward, reaching a hand out as if he’s going to touch you but he lets it fall to his side, like he thought better of it. “I didn’t know it was possible to have a sense of smell in your dreams, but night after night I was surrounded by your scent as I slept.”
“I could smell you as well and I smelled you the minute you arrived. But my dreams are much more detailed than yours. There is much you do not know.” You approach him, closing the small distance between you. You rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Would you like me to tell you about them?”
“I’d love nothing more, omega.” His thumb gently caresses the apple of your cheek before traveling down to push some of your hair off your shoulder. He’s looking down at you expectantly, eagerly waiting for you to speak.
“Your dreams are correct, I am your destiny, and you are mine. I can feel the doubt in your heart, feel that you do not believe in yourself, do not believe that you are the Maud’Dib but you are, sweet Paul. For I have seen it.”
“Tell me? What have you seen?” He searches your eyes for signs of doubt or deceit but all he sees is truth there. Truth and the same adoring look you gave him when he first saw you.
“I’ve seen you learning the ways of the Fremen. I’ve seen you move them, rally them. I’ve seen a battle in which you win. I’ve seen you upon the emperor's throne, ruling over all, with me by your side, our child in my arms.” Your hands travel from his chest to take his face in your soft palms where you rub soothing circles on his temples.
“You saw… all of that?” Paul’s voice sounded exasperated, like what you’ve told him took all the breath from his lungs. He feels like it has. The finality and bluntness in which you speak tell him that your words are true.
“Yes, and more. There will be plenty of time to tell you about it all. But right now? I need you.” Right as the words leave your mouth a gush of slick drips down your legs. The presence of your mate triggering your heat weeks early.
“Tell me what you need, omega.” His voice drops an octave, taking on that deep alpha tone. It makes your heart speed up as another gush of slick drips from your core. You can’t help but think what it would be like if he used The Voice on you. Regularless of how absolutely blasphemous that would be considered.
“I need you, alpha. I need your cock. I need you to fill me up and lock your seed inside me with your knot.” Paul lets out a growl before reaching out, one hand gripping onto your hip to pull you flush against him and the other going to the back of your neck so he could connect his lips with your own.
The kiss starts off rough, eager, and hungry. But after a few moments his lips become tender against your own, his fingers threading through your hair as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You grant him access, immediately intertwining his tongue with your own, moaning at the taste of him.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, my moon. Ask for it and it is yours.” He kisses down your jaw to your throat where he runs the tip of his nose along your scent gland, inhaling deeply. “You wish for me to make love to you? Then I shall.”
Paul pushes the thin straps of your satin dress down your shoulders, kissing along the column of your throat, your collar bones, across your shoulders. You drop your arms so the straps fall the rest of the way down, the dress slipping down your body with them. Leaving you bare before him aside from the thin black material of your panties.
“Absolutely beautiful, angelic.” He runs the back of his hand down your cheek, your jaw, your neck, all the way down until his back knuckles are caressing the tender peaks of your nipples. He slides it across your chest, giving the other the same treatment before taking both of your tits in his hands. He gently squeezes them, pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers, eliciting little whimpers from you.
“I heard your mother has been teaching you our ways. How is your training?” Paul raises an eyebrow at you, certainly wondering why you’re asking him about that at a time like this. “I only ask because I was wondering if you might want to practice on me.”
“Do you mean…?” He looks at you with wide eyes and you smirk, biting your lip.
“That’s exactly what I mean. I can feel your apprehension, don’t be afraid, I want this.” You lean into him, smashing his hands that are still on your chest between your bodies as you lean up to you run your nose along his scent gland, darting your tongue out to taste the sweat and spice that coat his skin. He grabs onto your shoulders, pushing you back so he can look in your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt. But as every other time he’s looked in your eyes tonight, he’s seen nothing but honesty there. Nothing but truth.
“Get on the bed on your back. Spread your legs.” Your body immediately reacts, doing exactly as he asks. Paul approaches the foot of the bed, standing between your spread legs. “That’s a good girl.”
His hands grip onto your knees, pushing your legs further apart, leaning down to shove his face between your legs. His nose runs along the soaked material of your panties, deeply inhaling the sugary sweet smell of your slick.
“Alpha, please.”
“You do not have to beg, my moon. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” Paul smirks up at you before lacing his fingers into the band of your panties and ripping them in half. He runs his tongue up your slit, circling it around your sensitive clit. The feeling of his hot wet mouth has you coming undone instantly, your slick gushing all over his chin and down his neck where it drips onto his shirt. He moans at the taste, sweeter than anything that’s ever graced his taste buds. “Yes, that’s my good little omega, give it all to me, let me drink in your sweet nectar.”
He dives back in, shoving his tongue as deep into your pussy as it can go, fucking you with it. His lips come up to wrap around your clit while his fingers circle your dripping entrance. He runs his fingers through your folds before shoving them knuckle deep inside of you.
“Oh fuck! I’m going to cum again, I’m gonna cum.” You move your hips against his face as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot, your legs clamp around his head and your entire body shakes as your high washes over you. Paul pushes himself up from the bed, ridding himself of his clothes before climbing back over to you, situating himself on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. His hard cock is resting against your lower stomach, the tip leaking precum onto your skin.
“I want to taste you too.” You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. You didn’t even care that the ache between your legs wouldn’t be satiated until he was inside you, you needed to taste him.
“Next time. I need to be inside you now.” It comes out a soft whisper, his forehead resting against your own. He reaches between your bodies, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your entrance. He connects his lips with your own, kissing you passionately as he begins to push inside you. You both moan as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your own. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, slipping your tongue into his mouth as his thrusts begin to pick up.
“Mmm you feel amazing, my love, my lord, my emperor.” Paul looks into your eyes as he continues to fuck you at a linguid pace, rolling his hips against your own as he pushes himself as deep inside you as possible.
“My moon, my destiny.” He picks up the pace, pushing up on his knees and wrapping your legs around his hips. Your tits jiggle with every thrust, the fucked out love sick gaze that you send his way makes his skin even hotter.
“I want you to fill me up, alpha. Fill me with your cum. Put a pup in me. So we can fulfill our prophecy.” Paul snakes a hand between the two of you, connecting his thumb with your clit so he can rub circles on it in time with his thrusts.
“Open your mouth.” The sound of him using The Voice makes your walls clench around him, your jaw dropping open at his command. He leans down, letting the spit that had collected in his mouth drip down into your tongue. “Swallow it.”
You swallow with an audible gulp. Your heart warming at the gesture that anywhere else would be considered lewd but here on Arakkis to share one’s sacred spit with another was a grand gesture of love.
“Thank you, my love. You taste better than the finest feast. I cannot wait to know what your cum tastes like.” Paul groans at that, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. His thrusts start to grow sloppy but he refuses to finish before you do.
“Cum for me.” As soon as the words leave his mouth your walls are convulsing around him, sucking him as your slick soaks his cock.
“Mark me, Paul. Sink your teeth into my flesh and bind us together as we are meant to be.” You tug on his arms, pulling his upper half so it’s draped over you, his face buried in your neck. His thrusts become slow and deep again, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you.
“But Stilgar said…” He groans, using every ounce of strength in his body to not just sink his teeth into your soft neck.
“I do not care what Stilgar said. This is bigger than him. Bigger than all of them. Mark me.” His mouth moves before his mind can process what’s happening, his teeth sinking deep into your flesh, breaking the skin. The feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt. Electricity washes through your body, the most world altering orgasm of your life wracks through you, and you feel like your soul leaves you, connecting with Paul’s before returning to your earthly vessel. He pushes his hips flush against yours, ropes of his cum spilling inside you.
“Oh fucking shit.” Paul groans, pulling his mouth from your neck, gliding his tongue over the indents of his teeth. He leans back to look at you, eyes roaming your face. His knot swells inside of you and a look of pain crosses your features before turning into one of ecstasy. Loud moans leave your lips as your final orgasm of the night washes over you. Paul leans down, connecting his lips with yours, kissing you like it’s the last thing he will ever do. Though it was far from it.
“I hope you are not upset with me, Maud’Dib.” You take his face in your hands, running the top of your nose along his cheek.
“I don’t think I could ever be upset with you, my love. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on when you used The Voice on me…” he chuckles, resting his forehead against your own. “I am so happy I finally found you…”
“You have me now, until the day I take my last breath I will belong to you, Paul Atreides. Together, we will accomplish great things.”
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