#timothee chalamet x reader smut

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NSFW Alphabet with Lee

A/N: I had to write something for him. This is the character that threw me into my Timmy obsession. Ugh Lee, my tragic handsome baby. I need everyone to write more fics for him kay thanks! Also side note- I try to keep my readers a little ambiguous so that everyone can feel included- but Lee and a chubby! Reader just make sense to me.

Warnings: Not safe for work. Smutty. Talks of Switchy/Bottom Lee. Lee x AFAB!Reader.

After Care(what they're like after sex)

Lee is surprisingly gentle after sex. He’ll grab the towel from the hamper in the corner and clean both of you up with it. You were super embarrassed about it the first time he did it but like. It’s something he enjoys doing, a part of his inner routine. He wants you to open your legs and let him wipe you down. Then a lot of the time he wants you to play with his hair. Needy thing.

“Spread em” Lee drawls as he comes back from the bathroom with a wet rag. You’re still loose limbed and fuzzy brained and it takes a minute for you to realize what he’s saying “Seriously, I’ll clean you up”

“You don't have to, it’s fine” Your messy cum wet thighs clamp shut.

He approaches you slowly, like you’re a skittish animal that might bolt. You’re two seconds away from burying yourself under your thick duvet and hiding from him. Lee sits by your feet and reaches for you. His rough fingers run along your smooth calf.

“But I wanna. If you’ll let me”

Body Part(their fave body part of theirs, and of their partners)

Lee’s too skinny, his words not yours. All ribcage and gangly limbs. If he’d have to pick a favorite, he’d say his hands. They’re capable; he’s got long tattooed fingers and calloused palms from hard manual labor. He can build just about anything with them. He can take care of you with them.

Lee loves your thighs and what's between them. They’re so wide, so plush. You complain about cellulite and ingrown hairs and he’s just like? What? They’re perfect. Let me use them as earmuffs. He wants to be cradled by them forever. Loves your belly too any thing he can dig his fingers into.

Cum(anything to do with it)

Lee is into watching both his cum and your own drip out of your puffy pussy after an intense bout of fucking.

It’s almost routine now, like praying before bed. Like watching the sun rise with your morning cup of coffee warming your hands before work.

The sex with Lee is always good. Always surprising. There’s nothing this man won’t do to you, or let you do to him. It’s an adventure with your best friend, one that ends in you both writhing in pleasure.

With him filling you up.

You and Lee hadn’t been together for long, your six month anniversary’s just on the horizon, but if you know anything about this man. It’s that once he got the green light, he doesn’t finish anywhere but inside of you.

And then. Then he wants to see the damage. He wants to peel your thighs apart and stare right at your puffy, swollen cunt. Ah, his poor baby’s pretty pussy. He’s gentle as his bony fingers probe the tender lips. Spreads them-

There’s your hole. The one he’d just pulled out of, all tiny again now that it’s not stretched around his girth.

He watches hypnotized as milky fluid, both his cum and yours, leaks from inside of you. So much that your body just can’t hold it, no matter how hard you try.

You have your routines. Your prayers. He has his. His religion is right here. In between your legs.

Dirty Secret(self explanatory)

Lee loves anal play. On both you and him. This boy wants to be pegged!

“Have you ever done that?” He asks as he sucks on the end of the joint he’d rolled for the two of you. There’s no judgment in his voice, just curiosity.

The topic is anal. And if you’ve ever had it.

“Yeah” you bite in your bottom lip. “It kinda sucked if I’m being real”

You’d had an ex who’d shoved his prick up your ass and made you cry. He hadn’t even taken the time to properly relax or lube you up. It had kind of traumatized you to be honest. You tell Lee all about it, because you tell Lee about everything these days. There’s no secrets between the two of you.

He frowns, thick brows furrowing “nah, it’s not supposed to be like that. That fucker didn’t treat you right, it’s supposed to feel good”

You shrug “If you say so”

“I do. I love the way it feels whenever anyone does it to me” Lee says it so casually, but keeps an eye on you, gauging your reaction.

“Really?”

“Really” it’s factual, punctuated with a little nod “I’d let you try it. If you want. We can like- do me first and then I could show you how anals actually supposed to feel”

Your pulse picks up with excitement. You can feel it in your pussy, and you know the way you squeeze your thighs together to get any kind of friction isn’t discreet.

Lee pretends not to see but his smile is hungry.

“Okay, yes. I want to try”

Experience(how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Um. He’s so experienced. With both men and women. Lee’s done alot in his young age. Had to, to survive a lot of the time.

When he realized you didn’t judge him for his past, that's when he really started to feel the emotional attachment form.

“You’re not a bad person for what you’ve done, Lee. Everyone’s done shit they’re not super proud of…it doesn’t take away from who you actually wanna be”

Favorite Position(this goes without saying)

He doesn't really care. But he’s partial to you riding him. He loves feeling pinned underneath you and watching you bounce on top of him.

Goofy(are they more serious in the moment? Are they goofy?

Lee’s a fucking goofball. He’s making you giggle. He’s choking on laughter as you choke on his cock. He can be serious, for sure. But a lot of the time the two of you are very playful with one and other.

Hair(how well groomed they are)

Lee never really cared before you, but he gives himself a courtesy trim now. Still a pretty thick dark bush. You kind of love it. You also do not play about personal hygiene- showers Lee. You’ve got to take them. You know there was a point in his life when he didn’t have access to them. Had to bathe in rivers and McDonald’s bathrooms- but that’s not the case anymore.

He tried to pretend he doesn’t like your expensive skin creams you share with him but you’ve got him hooked.

Intimacy(how they are during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Lee has had a lot of sex with a lot of people, but it’s never felt like this. He's addicted to you. He wants to be close to you, inside of you, like 24/7. He really cant believe he gets to be with you and alot of the time when he’s fucking you he’s just staring at you. In awe.

Jack Off(masturbation headcanon)

Lee’s always got a hand down his pants lol. He loves to masturbate. He loves when you watch him stroke his cock. He wants to watch you play with yourself too. It’s a whole thing.

Kink(one or more of their kinks)

Peg him. Also- mommy kink. Yes. Lowkey might have a thing for breastfeeding/titsucking. He just thinks your’re the most luscious woman he’s ever met…and yeah he does lowkey have mommy issues.

Location(favorite places to do the do?)

After fucking and being fucked on the side of the road or in dirty bathroom stalls, he really just loves having sex in the safety of your apartment. In your big cozy bed or the comfortable couch.

He also likes it when the two of you go camping or stargazing and he can fuck you under the night sky, with only the stars at witnesses.

Motivation(what turns them on? Get’s them going?)

You and that teasing little smile you give him. The one where your canines look like fangs. The one that's usually followed by coy barely there touches and feather light kisses. Yeah. All it takes is a smile.

No(something they wouldn't do? Turns off’s)

He doesn't want to hurt you. He’s hurt so many people before. He can't do anything past mild choking and spanking. He WON'T.

Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc?)

He loves it. Both giving and receiving. But he just feels so good when hes between your thighs. He’s your pretty boy when he’s sucking on your clit. PLEASE sit on his face.

Pace(are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

Lee wasn't used to someone wanting to take their time with him. It almost made him uncomfortable the first time that you slowly ran your hands over his body. Cherishing him. Savoring the closeness to him. Kissing every inch of his skin, not caring about scars or cheap tattoos. It makes him feel flayed alive. He learns to love slow paced, agonizingly tender sex.

Quickie(their opinions on quickies, how often?)

Hell yeah.

Like he gets home from a long day at his shitty grueling job he just wants to quickly fuck your brains out, and then watch one of your shared TV shows before bed.

Or when you’re getting ready for a nice dinner out with your friends, and your makeups done. And your hair is all bouncy and you smell good enough to make his mouth water.

Or in the car before an aquarium date. Lee will take what he can get when ever he can get it when it comes to you.

Risk(are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Loves taking risks in the bedroom. Honestly once the two of you have built that trust between each other, there’s not much you won’t do. Lee’s a Sub leaning Switch(in my humble opinion) and will literally lay back and let you have your way with him. He doesn’t care. There’s no shame in his sex game.

Stamina(how many rounds can they go? How long can they last?)

He can fuck. Over and over. He’s like a rabbit.

Toys(do they own toys? Will they use them?)

Lee’s game. But then again he’s game for pretty much anything. He likes making you writhe on your vibrator, overstimulating you until you're sobbing. Have you made him wear one of your butt plugs to dinner? Yes you have lol

Trips to Sex Shops are frequent, fun affairs.

Unfair(how much they like to tease)

Lee’s a fucking TEASE. He's just too good at playing the game of cat & mouse.

Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Lee is sooo vocal and you adore it. You’ve never been with a vocal man and he’s such a whiner. He’ll whine and grunt and beg. He’ll dirty talk you to the ends of the earth. He’ll call you Mommy, Pretty Girl, Sweet Heart. Babe. Sexy. It all makes your head spin.

Wild Card(a random headcanon for the character)

Lee wants you to fuck him. Wants you to hold him in your arms and play with his rim. Prostate massages are “awesome babe. Here. Let me show you how to do it”

X-Ray(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big thick cock on that twiggy man. A healthy 7 1/2 inches and girthy. The first time you see it your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You guess its true what they say about skinny tall boys.

Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

Lee’s a very sexual creature. Like in a primal way. Every interaction can be erotic with him and its honestly a little bit overwhelming to be around.

Zzz(how quickly they fall asleep after)

Lee has his little routine after sex. Cleans the both of you up, half assed sometimes, and then he’s out like a light. No seriously. Lee has been homeless more than a few times in his life(I was exploring. It was by choice! he’d protest when you pointed it out) he’s slept under bridges and in tents and surfed lumpy couches. You and your warm pussy and your lush bed knock him out.

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“BETTY”

summary: you dated timothee in highschool, but broke up with him after you found out he cheated on you at a house party. now, in 2022, you’re a famous influencer on instagram, and timothee hosts a party where you need an invitation, as a way to get your attention. the guards let you in.  genre: angst, fluff. pairing: timothee chalamet x reader. a/n: this is based on the song “betty” by taylor swift, so i suggest listening to it while reading! also, this took me really long as i wrote it over several days, so i hope you guys like it! warnings: swearing, sexual refrences, slight makeout scenes, loves-me-loves-me-not vibes, lots of pining. 

“betty, i won’t make assumptions about why you changed your homeroom, but i think it’s because of me / betty, one time i was riding on my skateboard and i passed your house, it’s like i couldn’t breathe / you heard the rumors from inez, you can’t believe a word she says / most times, but this time it was true / the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you”

FEBRUARY 2007, HIGHSCHOOL

The day they put you in the same class as your boyfriend, you were so happy that you couldn’t contain your emotions. It was your last year of highschool. Ever since you’d started dating Timmy, they never put you in the same class.

Sure, you’d have a few subjects together - art, maths, drama - but the only times you’d really get to hang out on campus were at break times, at recess and lunch. 

You’d called him as soon as you’d read the email, his face lighting up on the screen. “Can you believe it?” you threw your left hand up as you held your phone in the other hand, “I can’t believe it! They finally put us together! I'm actually excited to go to school for once!"

Timmy grinned and laughed at your enthusiasm before turning serious, making you frown as he pushed back his dark curls on his head. "Y/N," he spoke softly, "I need you to promise me something." and now you were frowning, too, "yeah? What is it, Tim?" and his face darkened as he choked out the words, "just. Just don't listen to anything that people say... about - about you, or - or about me... okay?" and your eyebrows furrowed together; you didn't think he was being serious, but you smiled, nodding, "okay! I promise."

Timothee sighed in relief before smiling again, “thank you. Okay, I love you, but I have to go. Do you want a ride to school?” you grinned before scowling, “not if it’s a ride on your stupid skateboard. I hate that thing.” and Timmy laughed, shaking his head, “no, I’ve learnt my lesson not to have two people on it. So, I’ll come pick you up soon. Okay, now I really have to go.” Then he turned to yell across his shoulder, “yeah, mum! I’m coming!” you giggled softly as the camera moved unstably and the screen cut to black.

You'd gotten dressed a lot faster than you usually did, making your mother surprised as she stood in the doorway of your room. "Hi, mum!" you grinned at her shocked face as you slid on a silver bracelet (you were always still in bed whenever she came to wake you up). 

Your mother frowned before laughing,  "good, you're awake and dressed. I was just going to yell at you to hurry up. There's a Timothee waiting outside for you." you rolled your eyes, "mum, you've known him since he was five." and your mum shrugged, "yes, but ever since he's started dating you I just don't trust him." You scowled before huffing, "Well, I do." and your mother smiled, moving to the side so that you could get through,  "you'd better get going, you don't want to be late on your first day." you grinned, "okay!" before. running up to the front door, nearly hitting the flower vase as you swung it open.

"Timmy!" Timothee laughed again as you burrowed into him. "Hi," he said softly, "hi, I love you." he spoke the words softly and inhaled your scent, making you smile into his black sweater, "I love you, too."  Timmy stroked your hair softly before taking your hand, "come on, let's go."

You didn't like to go on your phone in your boyfriend's car (he'd put the playlists of both your favourite songs on the radio and you'd sing your hearts out the entire drive) but as your phone buzzed, you couldn't help but look down at the message.

First of all, it was a completely random  message, from a completely random person on MySpace. Well, not someone completely random. The girl's name was Rachel, from the popular group at school. She was known for spreading a lot of rumours, so you were kind of scared as to why she, of all people, was talking to you.

princessrachell7: did he tell you yet?

You frowned at your  screen, typing back: "did who tell me what?" and three little dots appeared on the screen as Rachel typed: "did your boyfriend tell you about what happened at Isabel's party?" and now you were frowning even deeper as you wrote back, "no." and princessrachel17 said, "Well, i slept with him. We were kind of drunk. sorry ha ha" but she didn't sound sorry as you stared at your screen and your eyes filled with tears.

Timothee's car jerked forwards violently and he swore loudly at someone on the road before turning to you, "sorry about that. Someone just stopped and - hey. Hey, are you okay? Baby? What's wrong, sweetheart?" half of his attention was on you, another half on the road, but you knew that his thoughts were in another dimension. "Timmy," your throat was dry and your sight was  watery, "I need you to be serious with me." and he took your hand, turning down the music, "yeah, of course. What's wrong?" he'd arrived at school, but he'd stopped the car so the two of you could talk. You knew that people were watching, but people were always watching the pretty boy and the ugly girl.

The words finally came out as the tears began to spill, "Timmy. Did you. Rachel said - she told me on - on MySpace - that you - did you and Rachel sleep together at Isabel's party?" the last few words came out as a jumbled sentence, but you were positive that Timothee had heard it, and that it was true. Because otherwise, why would his face be slack, and why would he look like he'd seen a ghost?

Timothee went quiet, letting go of your hand as the tears fell from your cheeks. "Y/N," he began, in that tone that you knew was going to start an argument, in the tone he always used at the start of an argument, "please. Just listen. I swear..." he sighed heavily, "I swear I didn't mean to. I just... I drank a lot, and she was pretty... but she’s nothing compared to you. Please, can we please just talk about this?”

You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, “fine. If you want to ‘talk about it’, we can talk about it. So, how was she?” and Timothee sighed again, this time putting his head in his hands, his dark curls shaking. “I told you,” he said finally, “I don’t know. She was different, I guess -” different. The word stung. “Oh, yeah?” you brushed away a strand of your hair, “how different?” and Timmy sighed again, “I don’t know, but I know it wasn’t the same as you.” 

It was a nice sentiment, but you didn’t care. You were still upset, and you were still hurt. You rose up, forcing the tears to stop, slamming his father’s car door open, ripping off the silver Tiffany bracelet from your wrist, making Timothee flinch as you threw the birthday present on the leather seats of his car, the bangle dropping to the floor with a clatter. There were seven charms on the bracelet - seven charms, for the years you’d known him, two of them were special, because they represented the years you'd dated him, but the bracelet didn't matter anymore. You wouldn't be needing any more charms on it.

You slammed the door shut as you left, ignoring his pleading calls for you to return. You held your head high, walking as fast as you could in the black stilettos that your boyfriend had said looked pretty on you. You kept walking and walking until your foot twisted on the uneven road. You tried to get up, but you couldn't, and you were so glad that no one was around to see you fall. Everyone was in class.

Well, almost everyone.

Timothee ran out of the car as soon as he saw you fall and heard you cry out in pain. He wished he could be by your side sooner, but he got there as fast as he could. Timothee pulled you into his arms and sushed you as you cried, gently rubbing your ankle.

Normally, you would've continued to let him comfort you, continued to drown in his grasp... but today, you didn't. Because today, he wasn't your boyfriend anymore, and he wasn't your best friend, either. Today, he was just a guy who'd cheated on you; a complete stranger.

Even though you were in pain, you pushed Timothee away and shoved him off. You ignored your ankle, just like how you ignored the distraught expression on his face.

Even though you were stubborn and tried your best to pretend that he wasn't there, Timothee was persistent. "Y/N," he called after you, "Y/N, wait, come back! Where are you going?" and you whirled around at him, tears spilling from your eyes furiously as you glared at him, "to change my homeroom." the words stung, but they didn't sting as badly as seeing you in so much pain stung.

Timothee sighed softly, watching as you walked out of his life.

"but if i showed up at your party, would you have me, would you want me? / would you tell me to go fuck myself or lead me to the garden? / in the garden / would you trust me / if i told you / it was just a summer thing? / i'm only seventeen / i don't know anything / but i know i miss you."

MARCH 2007, HIGHSCHOOL

It had been a month since you'd broken up with Timothee. You dropped out of drama, and changed the subject to another creative arts elective, media, where you learnt how to make films and movies. The lessons took your mind off things for a while; as did your friends, who supported you and became extremely anti-Timothee, making jokes about him and calling him names like ‘Traitor Tim’ or ‘Hell Hal’, after his middle name.

They even made you feel excited about your birthday, which was kind of funny, because you’d thought the thing you would dread the most was your birthday, seeing as Timothee had kissed you on the date two years ago, but as it began to get closer, you were beginning to feel just a little bit better. 

Your birthday was on a Thursday this year, and your friends were planning the party with you. You shook your head as they discussed it over recess. “I’m not inviting him, Claire! I don’t want to see him on my birthday.” Claire rolled her eyes but sighed, “okay, fine.” but your other friend, Eliza, shook her head; “no, you should invite him. Everyone else is invited, even Rachel. I would hate to be in his position.” so you sighed, “fine, whatever.” you hastily put the envelope back in the pile.

Timothee had found out about the party before retrieving the invitation from his mailbox. His new girlfriend, Rachel, had texted him about it. 

Rachel was kind of like Timothee’s rebound girl, but he wasn’t sure if he saw her as a girlfriend. He knew that Rachel saw him as a boyfriend, but even when they had sex together, Timothee just didn’t feel anything special. 

He didn’t want to date Rachel anymore. He wanted to go to Y/N’s party, to see how she was doing, but he wasn’t sure if Y/N even wanted him there in the first place. He’d been cut off by her family, completely exiled. He always knew Y/N’s mother didn’t like him, but her dad had always liked him. Now they all hated him - over a stupid, drunken mistake.

Timothee groaned as he threw the invitation across the room, the room which still smelt of Y/N, which still reminded him of Y/N. 

He had so many of her things in here: the silver bracelet, the expensive Tiffany bracelet he’d gotten her for her fifteenth birthday, the DIY photo album full of polaroid photos she’d made for him for Christmas, the photo from when they were kids and the same photo they’d re-made last year on the shelf right next to it, another photo of them when they were five, sitting on Santa’s lap, another photo from a New Year’s Eve party, where he used the night as an excuse to kiss her for the very first time... the list was endless, and it wasn’t full of just photos.

Timothee groaned again, throwing his head up, fisting his curls frustratedly, “fuck.” because he was still in love with her, he knew that now. Why else wouldn’t he have any feelings for Rachel? Why else wouldn’t he have chucked all of Y/N’s things away already? That’s exactly why you can’t go to her party, Timothee thought to himself, because you’ll just make things worse.

“betty, i know where it all went wrong / your favourite song was playing from / the far side of the gym / i was nowhere to be found / i hate the crowds / you know that / plus, i saw you dance with him / you heard the rumors from inez, you can’t believe a word she says / most times / but this time / it was true / the worst thing that i ever did / was what i did to you.”

APRIL 2007, THE HOMECOMING DANCE, HIGHSCHOOL

Timothee still couldn’t believe what Rachel had told him. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to believe it: that Y/N, his Y/N, had a boyfriend. A different boyfriend, a boyfriend who wasn’t him. The rumor was that they’d met at her part-time job, and he had just graduated from school. The only reason that Timothee had gone to the dance this year was because he’d found out that Y/N was taking her new boyfriend as her date.

You smiled softly, pulling Adam close to you. Adam Park was a pretty boy with dark hair, pale skin, and green eyes. His father was Korean, and his mother was Italian. Adam was sweet and kind, tall and smart. He was funny, too. Your friends made fun of you because he was almost exactly like Timothee, except that his hair wasn’t curly. 

Okay, so maybe Adam was a rebound. Maybe you were hoping to run into Timothee “accidentally”, to show off your new handsome boyfriend, just like how Timothee had started dating Rachel a few months ago after you’d broken up with him, but you doubted that Timothee would even make an appearance. The only year you’d ever seen him at a dance was the year you’d started dating him. Timothee never went to these dances, because he despised the large crowds of people. Rachel was here, but she didn’t have a date.

You tried not to sound so disappointed as Adam brought you over to the dance floor. It’s my favourite song, you thought to yourself, I should try to smile. So you smiled as you let Adam sway you to the beat of the music... but then time stopped. Not because Adam was going to kiss you, but because Timothee had decided to show his face at the dance. He had moved to a corner, and was trying to blend in to the colours of the gym’s walls, earphones in. Even though he was just wearing a dark hoodie, you could spot him anywhere.

And then time moved again. Your heart became cold, and your eyes narrowed, even as you smiled. You didn’t feel sad anymore. You felt like a bitch. And bitches, well... they kissed guys in front of their ex boyfriends, just to make them jealous. Because sometimes, they still loved their ex boyfriends. 

Timothee blinked as he saw Y/N pull Adam close, a smile on her face. He frowned, because he knew that it wasn’t a real smile. This was a fake smile, a smile that was pursed as it reached her ears. This was a smile that was forced. This was a smile - Timothee flinched as time itself stopped. Not because he’d seem something scary, but because he’d seen something painful. Because he’d seen her kiss him. Y/N kissed Adam, her new boyfriend, a boyfriend who she didn’t even look in love with. 

As Timothee slunk away from the party, retreating back to his house and into  his bedroom, tears began to swell up in his eyes. Why did she kiss him? Why did she kiss him? Why did she - CRASH. There was blood on Timothee’s hands. He looked down at the floor, where shards of glass lay scattered and broken on the ground, the picture frame that had been holding the Santa photo shattered on the carpet. Timothee stared at the photograph before sliding down against his bookshelf and sobbing, his head shoved into his hands, the blood, sweat, and tears dripping down his clothes.

“you heard the rumors from inez / you can’t believe a word she says / most times / but this time it was true / the worst thing that i ever did / was what i did to you / but if i showed up at your party / would you have me / would you want me / would you tell me to go fuck myself / or lead me to the garden? / in the garden / would you trust me / if i told you / it was just a summer thing / i’m only seventeen / i don’t know anything / but i know i miss you / i was walking home / on broken cobblestones / just thinking of you / when she pulled through / like a figment of / my worst intentions / she said, “james, get in,” / “let’s drive,” / those days turned in / to nights / slept / next to her / but / i dreamt of you / all summer long.”

MAY 2007, HIGHSCHOOL

Timothee walked on the road back home, listening to yn's playlist on his new l-Pod, his girlfriend's red bug screeching over to the curve.

"Timmy!" he hated the way she said his name. Rachel smiled at him, her blonde, whispy hair blowing out the window as she lifted her sunglasses, her green eyes blinding him. "What are you walking for? Come on, babe! Let's go somewhere!"

Babe, thought Timothee bitterly to himself, that's what Y/N used to call me before you came along. But he got in anyway, and as he took out his earphones, with Rachel's car playing an indie mixtape, Timothee forgot about everything bad that had happened.

Soon, he and Rachel had crashed their lips together, their bodies tangling under the hot Summer sun. But as Rachel squirmed beneath him, Timothee didn't see her at all. He saw Y/N, the entire time.

"betty, i'm here on your doorstep / and i've planned it out for years now / but it's finally sinking in / betty, right now / is the last time / i can dream about / what happens when / you see my face again / the only thing / i wanna do / is make it up to you."

JANUARY 2022, PRESENT DAY

Timothee was sure that you'd forgotten about him by now, but he definetly hadn't forgotten about you.

It was a warm day, and he was back in New York, and was outside your apartment at the buzzer on the doorstep. There were people staring at him, but he didn’t care. There were always people staring at him. His agent had found your address. Ever since he’d seen you in an interview (you were a well-known social media influencer), Timothee had fallen in love with you.

He watched all of your videos and all your interviews. He never missed a single post on social media, although he secretly hoped that you didn’t know that he was following your accounts, because he was pretty sure you hated him.

It had been nine years since he’d seen you, nine years since you’d broken up with him and moved houses, changing schools completely. It was his fault, he knew that now. It was his fault that you’d shut him off, and his fault that he didn’t have you in his life anymore. He’d spent nine years without you, and he was a mess.

He tried to imagine what would happen if you let him up. Would you start to cry? Would you yell at him? Would you throw something at him and tell him to fuck off? Would you panic? Or would you be happy that he was there? Would you smile and cry and say you loved him? Or would you slam the door in his face? 

Timothee shook his head, exhaling shakily before turning away. Then he left, walking anywhere his feet would take him. 

You stared out the window, looking down at the boy with curly dark hair. You knew who he was. Hell, everyone knew who he was. Timothee Chalamet. A famous actor, a famous award-winning actor. People knew him, but they didn’t know him like you did. They didn’t know the sad boy who would always be happy for you, the boy who loved you better than you loved yourself. 

But he was also the boy who left you, the boy who chose someone else over you. And yet here he was, standing outside your apartment, a bundle of flowers in his hand. A bundle of your favourite flowers, although you didn't know how he'd still remembered. Then again, he'd never missed a single of your posts, so of course he remembered.

But then you saw him leave, saw him walk away, taking the flowers with him, keeping his head low. And you didn't mean to, but you began to cry, shoulders shaking as the tears fell from your cheeks.

"the only thing / i wanna do / is make it up / to you. / so i showed up at your party / yeah, i showed up at your party / will you have me? / will you love me?"

Timothee sighed heavily, scrolling through his Instagram feed. It was you. He knew that now. It had always been you, you and never Rachel. He looked at you, smiling up at the screen, a puppy in your arms.

It was a black and white Pomeranian, and his name was Christopher. Timothee had always said Christopher was a stupid name for a dog. That was probably why you called it that, though Timothee doubted that you either cared about or remembered him anymore.

He'd bumped into you at the coffee shop down the road. You'd known who he was, but it didn't appear that you'd remembered who he was. Timothee wasn't so sure. In highschool, you had an incredible memory, always being able to remember facts and things other people said. You could memorize song lyrics, movie lines, and even the things from your childhood that most people would forget.

He was positive that surely you remembered something about him - or you pretended not to know him. He knew you weren't following his Instagram, but you were only following three people.

But today, after the puppy interview, he knew he needed to get your attention; he just couldn't figure out how.

Timothee sighed again, staring at your Instagram profile. Another post caught his eye, an older post. You were at a gala, partying with your friends in a big ballroom. And Timothee smiled. That was how he was going to get your attention.

After seeing him in the coffee shop, you wanted to pretend that you didn't care about him. That you didn't know who he was. Hell, you'd spent nine years pretending he didn't exist, even though a you'd seen his face all over the internet.

But now you'd seen him again, in real life, not in an article or movie trailer. And it did things to your heart you never wanted it to do. You started remembering things you'd thought you'd forgotten, things you'd forced yourself to forget... the good and the bad things, the small and the big things.

You searched for him in your followers to get your facts right. Not about who he was, but if he knew who you were, if he remembered who you were. You watched all his interviews. You watched all his movies, even though you'd always avoided watching them in the past.

You started listening to his music again, on the old I-Pod you'd stolen from him, which was the only thing of his you still had. You checked his posts every day even though you didn't follow him. He didn't post much.

That was when your phone went off - as you lay in your bed, eating pretzels and apple sauce, watching one of his latest movies, Dune. It was an Instagram notification. You had a thousand more followers than you'd had yesterday, and three texts from your friend Claire.

Christopher sat at the foot of your bed, whining as you paused the film, almost as if he didn't want Timothee to go. You cocked your head, "I'm just replying to Claire," but the Pomeranian huffed like he didn't believe you.

It appeared that Claire was freaking out. She'd sent a video link and two other texts, "THE PUPPIES ARE SO CUTE." and then, "HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU? OH MY GOD SO JEALOUS WHAT" it was the second text that caught you off-guard, causing you to click on the video link, a Buzzfeed interview.

He was pretty. His dark curls fell into place all over his pale, almost porcelain skin, dark eyes glinting mischievously. You were paying more attention to the movie than the interview, but then he said something that made you look back down.

Timothee unfolded the piece of paper as he played with the three baby Labradors. He looked at it and said, "celebrity crush? Oh, I'm not too sure. I mean, I guess if I had to choose, I'd say maybe Y/N. No, I don't know her that well, but I've seen her stuff and I think she's got a nice personality. Also, I guess... she's kind of cute?" then he talked to the puppies and moved on to another question.

And Claire sent you another text. "OH MY GOD. MY PRODUCTION TEAM JUST TOLD ME. YOUR BF'S THROWING A MASSIVE PARTY. VERY EXCLUSIVE. YOU SHOULD GO!" you thought that maybe, just maybe, the party was a coincidence. It was probably another cast party for Dune.

But then again, said the little voice in your head, what if it wasn't?

The same entity that spoke in your head made your fingers move unwillingly, replying to Claire's message in a way that you didn't want to. "OMG! MAYBE I WILL GO. Can you send me the details?" and Claire replied just as enthusiastically as she had texted you, "yes, of course, babes! Go get your man."

And suddenly you regretted replying to Claire.

"will you kiss me on the porch / in front of all your stupid friends / if you kiss me / will it be just like i dreamed it? / will it patch your broken wings? / i'm only seventeen / i don't know anything / but i know i miss you."

It was finally Friday. The guests began to arrive at midnight. Timothee didn't really like parties, but he knew Y/N did. Hopefully, word had spread, and hopefully, she would show up.

But it was almost two o'clock now, and the party ended at three. He'd asked security to tell him if she came, but obviously she hadn't.

It'd taken you at least three hours to get ready, only ten minutes to get there, and of course, you were late.

You spent another six minutes in your car outside the function, pretending to fix your lashes, while you were actually worying if you should go or not.

At two thirty you got your shit together. There were guards outside the function area, and you'd only realised they were talking to you the second time they'd adressed you. "Miss, if you don't have an invitation we need to see some ID. If you could just tell us your name and show us your card we'd be happy to let you in. The host is more than accepting of certain - Miss, are you sure you're alright?"

"Oh," you blinked, having seen Timothee looking out the window of the second floor; his back was turned but it was definetley him, "oh, right. Sorry. My name... Y/N. Here..." you fumbled to get your ID, your nails a bit too long to function with. Finally, you got the clasp open, sliding the card out from your wallet.

The guards examined it for a while before exchanging glances. One of them went into the building and the other two stepped aside. There was still that doubtful feeling where you would never accept how successful you'd become. "Enjoy the party."

The formalities of the The evening had long gone disappeared. The big chandelier from the ceiling glittered like a kaleidoscope as the expensive people as the expensive people swayed to the beat of the music, feasting on small portions of finger foods.

Normally you would join them all on the dance floor, but this time you didn't. You knew Timothee hated parties. It was another reason you went; he knew you liked them. In highschool, Timothee always threw big parties for your birthday but hated when you threw parties for his birthday. Even the night with Rachel, you'd learnt he was at her party as a chaperone for his friends. One of his other friends ended up being the designated driver that night.

Timothee had escaped to the balcony. It was too loud downstairs, and there were too many bright lights. He was scrolling through his phone when one of theguards approached him. Timothee sighed, "it's fine if something's broken. No one's sick, are they?" and the guard shook his head. "It's Y/N. She's here."

Timothee's stomach flipped, "where?" following the guard down the stairs. There were two sets of staircases. One on the left side of the ballroom, and the other on the right. You'd seen Timothee on the left side of the second story, so you made your way over to that staircase, but you couldn't find him anywhere. As you made your way back down, doubt began to settle in your body.

Maybe your friend had gotten it wrong. Maybe it wasn't even Timothee's party to begin with. Or maybe it was his party, but he'd gotten his PR team to host it and was actually just chilling at home, eating pretzels in applesauce and laughing at how stupid you were to actually believe him. You shouldn't have taken him seriously. Not the guy who'd cheated on you....

"Y/N." his voice cut through your heart. You didn't even have to see him to know who he was. You knew just from the way he said your name. You'd told yourself you would forget it, and yet here you were, falling deep into every syllable. His name escaped softly from your mouth as you looked up to meet his eyes, stepping down so you were at his level. "Timothee."

You tried to look away, but he pulled you gently towards him. And you knew it was coming, but you were still shocked as he pressed his lips against yours, the action sending tears down your cheeks. He gripped you tight as if he were afraid you might break, would he ever let go. "I'm sorry," he said finally, "I love you." and you put your head into his neck, "I love you too."

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"We Can Share"

Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides dividers @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Summary: Y/n is Feyd and Paul's childhood friend. When a duel to the death arises between them, Y/n can't help but realise how much she loves them. But why have one when you can have both? The only question is, are they willing to share? Reader has she/her pronouns Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, praise kink, knife play, rough sex, rough oral sex (f receiving), Dom!Feyd, Sub!Reader, SlightDom!Paul, slight choking, dirty talk, breeding kink, both Feyd and Paul are princes of aftercare. Word Count: 3k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

It was unusual. A young girl eighteen years of age was friends with two polar opposite young men. Paul Atreides is quiet, observant, and gentle-mannered. Feyd-Rautha is manipulative, ruthless, and cunning. Y/n was a part of one of the old houses that no longer existed, but she had become a ward of the Bene Gesserit. Learning the ways and the Voice, Y/n often travelled with the Reverend Mother to different planets. When Y/n turned eighteen, she lived with Duke Leto and his family. When the Harkonnens attacked House Atreides on Arrakis, Y/n had fled with Paul and Lady Jessica into the deserts of Arrakis. Y/n witnessed the death of Duncan Idaho, the sword master of House Atreides. Y/n felt her heartbreak. She had known Duncan all her life, and it was like losing a family member. Trying to distract them but was caught by Glossu Rabban. Knowing how favoured she was by Feyd, his younger brother, he left her untouched and took her back to Geidi Prime. 

Y/n should have felt fear, but she had known Feyd-Rautha all her life like Paul and had always been torn between them. Y/n sat amongst the noisy crowd as they cheered for the prized Feyd-Rautha, who walked out with his knives, fighting in the gladiator arena. His gaze took in the crowd as he spun in a circle, shouting victory at his winnings. Pausing when he saw Y/n sitting next to the Bene Gesserit with Lady Margot Fenring. His breath caught in his throat, his electric blue eyes shining, turning predatory as he took in her appearance. It had been four years since he last saw her, and he hated being apart. He snarled as he made his way back into the arena cells, throwing his knives down and cleaning them of the blood. His breathing was heavy, and his knuckles were turning white, with his grip tightening on the blade handles. Feeling arms wrap around his body, he straightened as his eyes closed, humming gently, and a smirk danced on his lips.

“You’ve come back to me, sweet girl?” He whispered, his head tilting over his shoulder slightly. Hearing her soft laugh, he chuckled, facing the young woman before him. “Well, when your Uncle and the Emperor attacked Arrakis and House Atreides, I wasn’t given much choice” “ she replied; her eyes were gentle, but her tone was bitter. Feyd felt it cut into his heart, and his eyes flickered with hurt. He knew she wasn’t angry with him; he thought she wasn’t. His Uncle and the Emperor made the attack; Feyd despised both; if he could kill them, he would. But he would have to devise a cunning plan to do so, and he had his favourite chess piece, Y/n. Feyd raised his hand, his thumb brushing her cheek, a soft gasp falling from Y/n’s lips at the physical contact. Feyd leaned in his nose, brushing Y/n’s tenderly, closing their eyes and taking a deep breath. “I missed you sweet, Y/n”, Feyd confessed, his voice hushed as if he was being heard. Y/n smiled her hands on his chest. “I missed you too, Feyd”, Feyd panted lowly before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

Y/n moaned as Feyd pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. Feyd pulled her leg around his waist. “I’ve ached for you, longed for you. I refused any pleasure slaves sent to me; I didn’t want anyone that wasn’t you,” Feyd breathed, kissing her neck and licking a broad stripe Y/n whimpered, her arms wrapped around him. “Feyd, please” “ she begged, making him laugh in response, pressing his body to hers. “I’ll fuck you, sweet Y/n, harder than that little Atreides would”, he growled, his smile sending shivers through Y/n’s body. 

“We mustn’t be here, Feyd; anyone could see,” Y/n whispered, her lips brushing his, making him groan. “I don’t care if anyone sees”, he snarled, his hand gripping her dress Y/n stopped him. “Please, I’d much rather you take me in the privacy of your chambers. You can be as rough as you like there” Y/n licked her lips, her hips rolling against his, panting softly, her nose nudging his. He grinned, wrapping his arms around her. “Since you asked so nicely, my sweet.”

Y/n heard the commotion outside the halls. Feyd’s page came to her, pulling her toward the ship. “Na-Baron Feyd Rautha is to duel Duke Paul Atredies; we are to attend”, Y/n gasped. No, why must they duel? She couldn’t lose them, either of them. Standing amongst the many witnesses, Y/n saw Paul standing in the middle of the circle, and in a short time, he had grown into his own as Duke. The Reverend Mother spoke up, stepping forward. “Consider what you are about to do, Paul Atreides,” she warned him; his body turned, and his voice shouted, “SILENCE!” A sudden vibration sent the Reverend Mother shuddering in fear as the Bene Gesserit caught her from falling. Y/n’s eyes widened; he had become powerful with the Voice; she looked over at Feyd as Paul shouted, “Where is Feyd-Rautha!” Feyd chuckled darkly, twirling his knife. “I am here, Little Atreides”, Feyd’s voice sang out with a hint of amusement. Paul narrowed his eyes. “Shall we fight then?” Paul raised a brow, readying his knife Y/n constantly looked between the two men. Feyd smirked, nodding as he stepped into the circle. He lifted his fist to his chest and fell to one knee before Y/n. “I dedicate my victory…to my Na-Baroness Y/n”, he grinned, knowing full well she wasn’t Na-Baroness, but he could hear the aggravated noise from Paul Atreides as he, too, fell to one knee. “And I dedicate my victory…to the rightful Empress Atreides”, Paul spoke, eyeing Feyd. Gazing at the men, Y/n realised why she couldn’t bear to lose either of them; she loved them. She loved Feyd. She loved Paul; she couldn’t deny her heart any longer and let them fight one another. She stepped forward and said, “There will be no need for a duel. The feud between House Atreides and House Harkonnen has lasted too long. Suppose Emperor Shaddam steps down from his rule and allows both Paul of House Atreides and Feyd-Rautha of House Harkonnen to rule as Emperor. In that case, I will accept a marriage with both and be Empress” Y/n gazed at the aged Emperor, who reluctantly nodded and removed his signet ring. Knowing he could not fight the inevitable anymore, he bowed as both Feyd and Paul stood in unison. Both turned to face each other, clenched jaws as they stared one another down. “You should be grateful for her little Atreides. She saved your life.” Feyd smirked at the glimpse of his black teeth shining in the afternoon sun as Paul laughed bitterly. “It is I who should say that to you, Feyd-Rautha.”  

Since Feyd and Paul were named Emperor, Y/n couldn’t bear the continued fighting between her husbands. Disagreeing on every matter, she would sit silently as the two undermined each other. It had only been a week, and the demands of the Emperors were overwhelming. When he watched his father in council, Paul’s observations had taught him well. He remained calm. Like Feyd, the Harkonnen would question Paul’s gentle manner and way of handling things. Feyd would smirk or snicker lightly whenever Paul would speak. Y/n would glare at Feyd, but the Harkonnen would only wink in response. Paul would sigh under his breath whenever Feyd spoke over him, his fist clenched on the table, trying to hold back his anger. “Don’t worry, little Atreides. You don’t know enough about war and battle. I believe I should see to this personally” Feyd grinned, leaning forward on the table and talking about army training and strategies. Paul glared at him, standing up abruptly, his hands on the table. “One more word-” Paul began as Y/n also stood. “Husbands, perhaps we should retire to our chambers. Take some time away from these meetings. Thank you all; if any other concerns need to be handled, Lady Jessica will address them,” Y/n told the council, who all nodded and bowed their head, leaving the room. Y/n looked between Feyd and Paul, walking to the door. “Are you both coming?” Feyd and Paul scrambled behind, shoving one another out of the way and following her.

Removing her jewellery, Y/n heard her husband’s muffled voices still arguing. Sighing to herself, she changed into her mid-thigh nightgown, which Lady Jessica had gifted her for her wedding night. But with the constant demands of the Emperors, Y/n didn’t have time to have a wedding night with either husband. Coming into the shared chambers, she saw Feyd pushing Paul against the wall, his forearm over Paul’s throat. “Feyd release Paul now”, Y/n told him as she sat on the bed. Feyd grumbled and pulled away. Paul’s eyes widened as Feyd followed his gaze, turning around, a grin forming. “Sweet girl, look at you.” Feyd’s velvety voice echoed in the chambers, and a smile danced on Y/n’s lips. Feyd knelt before her, his hand on her thigh. “Poor wife, you’ve been deprived, haven’t you? Want your husband to take care of you?” He hummed his lips on her neck Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly. “I want both husbands to care of me” “ she pleaded, her eyes opening, observing Paul on the other side of the room. His fists were clenched, his eyes hard, and he was stalking forward and coming closer. Feyd pulled away, watching Paul. “Come, little Atreides, she wants us both. We can share. Can’t we?” he grinned, his hand cupping Y/n’s cheek, his tongue darting out to lick a broad stripe up her throat. Paul’s blue eyes narrowed at Feyd, who smirked. “I can show you what she likes, what makes her shake in pleasure. Wait to hear her sounds, little Atreides. It’s so intoxicating,” he growled, his teeth bared on her shoulder. Paul removed his jacket before kneeling beside Feyd, who was breathing heavily. “Perhaps we can share”, Paul agreed with a nod.

Pressing his lips to Y/n’s softly, a gentle moan left her mouth, her lips moving with Paul’s. Her fingers threaded through his brown locks, pulling him closer; Feyd’s mouth latched back on her neck, his hand on her thigh tickling her. Paul moaned the kiss, turning passionate Y/n giggled as Paul pulled away, his eyes staring into hers. Filled with lust, the young Atreides shoved Feyd away and pushed Y/n on her back, kissing her roughly, catching her by surprise. She expected this from Feyd, but it was new from Paul. Feyd chuckled, removing his clothes, his eyes glinting with amusement. Y/n gasped, feeling Paul’s lips trail down her neck between her breasts. His hands slid up and down her body; Feyd lay beside Y/n, his hand delicately cradling her face. 

“Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?” he licked his lips Y/n smiled up at her husband, pulling him in for a kiss. The ruthless warrior licked her bottom lip with his tongue, a whine leaving her mouth. “Feyd”, She moaned breathlessly as Paul chuckled. “Already out of breath, wife, we’ve barely done anything” he sat up as Feyd focused his attention on Paul, laughing softly his blue eyes glittering as he met Paul’s. “I’ve found it doesn’t take much to set her off”, he smirked. Paul mirrored his facial expression as he spread Y/n’s legs, sliding in between. Kissing her inner thighs, Paul’s tongue swiped her soft skin after each kiss and bite.

Y/n’s high-pitched moans broke the silence in the room, making Feyd chuckle. “I love those sounds you make, sweet girl; I think our little Atreides will come to love them too,” he murmured, his hand gripping his knife and twirling it. The blade glistened in the moonlight from the balcony. Y/n moaned, arching her back, feeling Paul inch closer to where she needed him most. Her fingers locked in his hair, gripping the roots tightly, a moan escaping Paul’s lips. His kisses turned aggressive, his hands cupping her ass and pulling her closer. Feyd pressed his knife to her skin; the coolness against her heated skin sent shivers through her body. Feyd slowly trailed the knife up and down her nightgown, a playful smirk on his face. “My love, you don’t favour this nightgown, do you?” he questioned, hopeful she would say no. Y/n shook her head, not trusting her voice, as Feyd smiled. “Good”, he replied before ripping her nightgown with his knife, the material falling off her body and exposing her bare body to the air.

Paul looked up through his lashes; he grinned. “Finally had a use for the knife” he pointed out with a teasing tone making Feyd grumble under his breath Paul pulled Y/n’s undergarments down her legs. Paul groaned licking his lips at her wet folds Feyd grinned laying his chin on Y/n’s stomach and kissing the skin delicately “Have a taste little Atreides, it’s addictive” he told Paul. The younger looked up “Stop calling me little Atreides.” He threatened Y/n and watched the two “Stop fighting” she begged them as they both turned their focus to her. “If you don’t I’ll take care of myself and let you both watch” she warned. Paul nodded “I’m sorry” he murmured before leaning down to kiss between her legs a sharp gasp leaving Y/n’s lips. Feyd kissed Y/n’s breasts his tongue flattened licking broad stripes.

“I’m sorry too sweet girl” he whispered into her skin before trailing up her throat “Paul oh” Y/n moaned her hand tightened in his hair rocking her hips against his face. Paul’s tongue lapped at her wetness Feyd paid attention to Y/n’s face “Good girl, look at you. You’re glowing” He grinned his tongue darting out to lick her lips their breaths mixing. “You are going to be good and cum on his tongue, hmm. He’s never had a taste before, I am going to have to pry him off your sweet cunt.” Feyd breathed his hand gripping her throat lightly applying light pressure. Y/n tightly shut her eyes feeling pleasure coarse through her body. Paul’s movements increased becoming greedy as he sucked on her clit moaning into her cunt, sending shock waves through her body. “Paul” She cried out his name feeling her body contract her back arching and moaning loudly “Paul, please don’t stop” she pleaded as she felt the heat in the pool of her stomach as she felt her peak crash over like the waves of Caladan hitting the cliffs. Paul moaned loudly not letting a drop of her arousal escape his mouth. Coming down from her high Y/n stroked Paul’s hair her body shuddering from after pleasure. Paul pulled away wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling. “You taste divine my darling” he whispered as Feyd clicked his tongue “My turn” he growled kissing her quickly as Paul moved for Feyd to lay between Y/n’s legs.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, inhaling her sweet scent Feyd closed his eyes he purred lowly. “Mmm my favourite meal” he winked diving in and eating her out roughly. Y/n wriggled in his grasp sharp gasps leaving her open mouth as Paul kissed her neck. Paul had his dominance but he was gentle. Y/n loved the difference between her two husbands, Paul’s sensual giving nature in contrast to Feyd’s hungry fueled lust. Feyd’s tongue and teeth clashed greedily draining every bit of Y/n’s rich essence she was providing. “Feyd fuck!” She sobbed as Paul hummed in Y/n’s neck whilst holding his wife’s body down. 

“Such a good wife for us my darling, he’s a man starved,” Paul muttered into her ear hotly groaning at hearing her sounds of pleasure. Paul screwed his eyes shut as he rolled his hips onto the bed, feeling his cock harden at her lewd noises. A pathetic whine left her lips as she looked over at Paul and his hard-on through his pants. Y/n felt her body convulse as Feyd brought her second orgasm to its climax Feyd pulled away licking his lips with his long tongue. Y/n gasped at the action as Feyd crawled up her body like a snake and kissed her roughly moaning Y/n pulled away. “Feyd, my love let Paul have me first” she whispered as Feyd looked over noticing Paul grind on the bed he nodded “Whatever you like sweet girl.” He murmured as Paul scrambled between Y/n’s open legs removing his cock from his pants he rubbed his fingers over her folds and over his cock. Slowly sliding in Y/n sobbed as Feyd sat up from the bed and walked to his cabinet. Paul leant down kissing Y/n softly his hips meeting hers fully immersing himself inside her tight walls. “Fuck wife you feel like heaven. I understand why Feyd loves you and this pretty cunt so much” He moaned his head pressing his head to hers.

Y/n smiled, staring into Paul’s eyes and cupping his cheek. “I’m yours too, Paul. I love you, I have for a long time. My heart is yours. My body is yours. My soul is yours,” she murmured, gently kissing him passionately. Paul groaned into the kiss, his hips rolling onto hers. Paul would have his way with Y/n any other time, but he wanted his first time with her to be different from what she had with Feyd. The ache he held to himself for so long about Y/n ate at him every day. Watching her from afar grow more beautiful and knowing her friendship with him was special, she too, shared that friendship with Feyd. But unlike him, Feyd was hungry for pleasure whether it was with Y/n or killing someone in the gladitor arena. Paul’s thrusts were hitting everything deliciously as Y/n whimpered underneath him a smile forming on his lips. “You’re so beautiful, can’t wait to see you with child” He praised holding her face Y/n panted gently her arms wrapped around his neck. “You feel so good Paul, filling me perfectly” She threw her head back on the pillow Paul’s lips ghosted over her throat his hands wrapping her legs around his waist. Feyd sipped his wine, watching intently as he put down his glass. He heard Y/n’s soft moans and gasps, mixed with Paul’s grunts, filling the room. He had to give it to the young Atreides, and he could satisfy a woman quite well. He was worried he would have to make points for him, but he didn’t. Feyd walked out of the balcony, leaning on the marble and looking out. 

Paul moaned heavily as he felt sweat build on his hairline, his body sliding against Y/n’s. “I’m close, Paul, please”, she whimpered as Paul nodded, his pace quickening, his fingers interlocking with hers. Grinning, his thrusts turned harder. “That’s it, my darling; let me feel your pleasure.” He groaned as her walls clenched around his cock as she cried out, feeling her peak wash over. Paul moaned, his hips stuttering as he finished inside her. His head pressed to hers, both panting. “Fuck, that was amazing”, Paul breathed Y/n laughed lightly, her hand on his chest, kissing him gently. “Well done, Paul, you seem quite talented for a newcomer”, Feyd teased as he looked over his shoulder with a grin. Paul slowly slid out of Y/n, whining about the contact loss. Regaining his breath, Paul sat up and walked into the bathroom. “I’ll leave you both be then”, he smiled as he closed the door. Feyd smirked, climbing on top of her. “Now that your other lover has had his fill of you. It’s time for me to fuck you just how you like” Feyd grasped one of her hands in his, wrapping her legs around his waist. Entering her in one swift motion, making her gasp sharply, “Oh, Feyd” His muscles tensed as he thrust wildly into her soft wet cunt. His carnal sounds sent shivers through her body. “He may be gentle with you, sweet girl, but I love fucking my woman dumb”, he grinned Y/n arched her back, nodding at his words. She whimpered as Feyd kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, feeling his cock hit her cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure. His pace was brutal, but she loved it; she loved how he took charge and wasn’t gentle. He would never do anything to hurt her, but he sure as hell would treat her like a ragdoll if she wanted him to. 

Pulling out of her, he rolled Y/n on her stomach before thrusting back inside her roughly. Y/n cried out. Feyd held her waist as he pounded into her, groaning loudly. “Oh fuck, you take me so well; you were made for me”, Feyd growled, his hand rubbing her clit and biting into her neck. Y/n gasped at the feeling of her fourth orgasm building. “Feyd, please”, she begged as Feyd kissed her neck “Yes, my love?” he teased, slowing his thrusts Y/n threw her head forward. “Don’t stop; please fuck me faster, harder. Fuck a child into me”, she pleaded as Feyd grunted, pulling out as Y/n climbed on top of him, sliding down on his cock. Feyd’s blue eyes widened as the lust darkened them, bucking his hips. Y/n placed her hand on his chest and cried gently. “Feyd,” she whimpered his name like a prayer as she came around him. Feyd moaned as his hips stalled, filling her up with his seed. Feyd sat up, kissing Y/n softly, his lips moving with hers passionately. “So pretty”, Feyd whispered, biting her bottom lip. “So beautiful”, he breathed, staring into her eyes. “You did so well, taking us both. Although we still need to find out how well you can take us both simultaneously, sweet girl,” he grinned as he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Peppering kisses on her face, Paul had prepared a bath as he looked over, a smile on his face. As Feyd climbed into the tub, Paul followed close behind. Laying Y/n’s head on Feyd’s chest, Paul laid her legs on his lap. Massaging her feet with some sugar scrub, Feyd kissed her neck tenderly, his fingers dancing with hers. “What did I do to deserve such attentive husbands?” She smiled as Paul chuckled lightly, kissing her knee. “I believe the question that should be asked is. How did we deserve such a woman to be our wife and Empress?” Feyd smiled, humming in response, looking at Paul. “Our precious wife, our beautiful Empress”, Paul murmured, his hand holding Y/n’s other hand. Y/n hummed as she felt her eyes close gently. “At least you’ve both done it” " she murmured as both Feyd and Paul looked at each other and then gazed at Y/n. “Did what my sweet?” Paul asked with a gentle smile as Feyd massaged her head.

“Why isn’t it obvious? ‘We Can Share’ He and Paul smirked.

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Her Emperor, His Destiny

(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.

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.

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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I just wanna say that I am SO excited for the part 2 to your Paul Destiny fic. I have so many questions and Im excited to see if they get answered. Like if Paul is pledging his love to the reader then is the romance plot with Chani still relevant? Is the reader still the princess here? Very interesting

Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅱ of Ⅱ

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A/N: Honestly, I didn't think this would blow up so much- 1k+ likes??! Thank you all, it's sick 🙃 in answer to your questions, I didn't really specify if the reader (you) are part of a Great House or the Emperor's daughter, or maybe someone else, that's kind of up to your imagination. And yeah, sorry Chani fans, I kind of kicked her to the curb lmao; This is all about you, and so enjoy the second and final part of this destiny trope before I work on some relationship headcanons for Paul and Feyd-Rautha... Requests are open for Dune 2, so don't be shy 📩

You can't escape fate.

It's as real as the Spice that threads through the grains of sand blanketing Arrakis in heavy, warm golden waves. It twists and turns in the air, in the tides of change, something beyond understanding roping together reality and its lives to bond, whether in love or hate.

At least, with the newly ascended young Emperor, you know which side you're on. Since the day of his declaration and claiming of you as his Empress, you've never once left his sight, unknowingly or not. The boy is almost ridiculously close and observant, as if testing the depths of the events unfolding around him, testing to see whether you'll try to run from them, from him. But you can't run from fate, either.

"You aren't resting."

Paul's soft, low voice slices through the silence of the dusk, the only words you hear before you feel his warm, firm arms slipping under your arms and around your middle, pulling you into his front in a smooth, protective motion. His chocolate brown locks tickle your neck and cheek as he gazes up at you from your shoulder; wandering, curious eyes study yours knowingly, his natural hues tainted blue with the Spice.

"What troubles you?"

You hesitate in your response, unsure of the right thing to say. There's no point in lying, not to him, to a boy who could easily use the power of his Voice to make you tell him everything and anything with just a few words. He's done it to the Bene Gesserit, to those who speak out of turn and challenge him cluelessly, but never to you. And something tells you that he never will.

"I'm sorry," is how you answer instead, in a small whisper, trying to read his expression before his reaction.

But all Paul does is give you one of his soft, amused smirks, a brow raising slightly, unconvinced.

"Don't apologise to anyone for anything," he murmurs, his fingers drifting to lock with yours, his hand hot and strong in yours. "We are to be wed, you and I, soon. So what troubles you?"

"It's not you," you tell him as earnestly as you can, his eyes capturing yours and holding them as you blink up at him. "I'm just... nervous."

"Nervous?" Paul repeats gently, his hands squeezing yours for a moment, his face an inch away from yours. "What have you to be nervous about?" He grins slightly, not attempting to hide his teasing amusement. "A wedding?"

You can't help but smile at his tone, savouring the unguarded moments of the new, young Emperor, his boyish traits lingering beneath the newfound power and promises passed down to him.

You were nervous, because you weren't so familiar with destiny and its quirks, and yet, Paul Atreides seemed to be its master. Nervous, because although there was a strange pull between you and him, a deeper part of you somehow knowing him, at an instinctive ease with him, you had never met him before these past few days, and now, you were going to be joined together for time indefinite by marriage. Nervous, because he didn't just want you to rule with him, but alongside him, as a partner, a second part of him. His second half who's with him in soul, not just spirit, physically, not just mentally. And he's relishing in it.

"I've never had one before," you shake your head with a light smile, "I don't know what to expect. Or what's expected of me."

Paul hums to himself at your reply, pausing for a while as he thinks over his words.

"It isn't just a wedding," he tells you quietly, "it's so much more. This... this a beginning. A new dawn."

"Beginning?" You echo in bemusement, looking up at him in wonder. "Of what?"

"Of a new era," Paul says thoughtfully, his hands moving from yours to run over and down your sides, tracing over your figure absentmindedly, a gesture that makes you hold your breath for a beat as you watch him, "the first of many. You are more than a mere future. You're the future. My future. And the future of my people."

The sincerity and conviction in his voice makes you stare back at him in slight awe, taken by his certainty of what he's seen in the deepest stretches of his mind, the flickering images of you, adorned in all your natural beauty and grace that he could find nothing short of perfect. You were a fantasy and a hope materialised. Someone he'd wished and dreamed for so much, that you came true, just as you should have.

"Anything that happens to you," Paul continues, looking you straight in the eye as he speaks, "happens to me. You have always been mine, and I was yours before then. Absolutely and completely."

And his words make a home in your head, everything he says so poetic and beautifully surreal, but so honest and unwaveringly confident. He didn't need to practise what he said before he whispered the sweet words in your ear, in a voice only you could catch, in the long, warm nights on Arrakis. There was no need for practice. He had been made for this, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You let yourself relax slightly in his grips, giving him an earnest smile. "That sounds nice."

Paul smiles back at you, a bright, sweet smile that makes him seem so soft and normal, almost forgetting for a moment of his utter strength and glory over the planets, his dangerous darkness that he occasionally allowed to rule over his actions at the tensest of times, until those who stood up against him retreated in bewilderment and fascination and fear.

"It does," he agrees, his gaze dropping to look out at the dunes beyond you, "you can't imagine..."

You couldn't. But every part of you wanted to. And those parts won.

"Won't you tell me?"

Paul's attention shifts back to you after you speak, before you can stop yourself.

"Would it be kind to tell you?" He asks aloud, speaking half to himself as his eyes go to search yours again, studying every inch of you, almost unsettlingly intently.

"Do you dream?" Paul questions you softly, and you dither before shaking your head.

"Not like you do," you answer steadily.

"Like I do. Seeing your face amidst the streaks of sunbeams and every kind of ethereal power that could create wonders, planets, worlds. Waking up, and you're not here, though it felt so real," he goes on, his voice laced with longing, as if it pained him to remember the feeling. "Realer than I've ever felt anything before. Every sense in me was awakened, because with destiny, I saw hope. And I did not know that hope could be so.... beautifully... angelic."

Paul draws closer and closer with each word, pulled by invisible strings to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a long moment to breathe, breathe you in. The sight of it is almost dizzyingly hypnotic, staring at the little scattered freckles over his fair, lightly tanned skin, cheeks flushed golden. He moves his face to rub his cheek against yours, seeking out affection in an irresistible rare, vulnerable move. Your hand reaches up to brush your fingers against it, and he takes it in his immediately, pressing his lips against your fingertips as he speaks.

"I need you," Paul insists, his voice firm and pressing again as he stares at you with a spark of desperation. "I need only you. More than you can comprehend. By my side, always, where you belong."

"I'm right here," you reply a little giddily, looking away from his eyes slightly bashfully from the intensity and unbridled longing of his gaze. "I suppose I'm just not used to this."

"To what?" Paul questions, his fingers tilting your chin up softly to force your eyes back up to his, his face a little closer than before. "To being an Empress?"

Before you can respond, he's pushed himself closer over you, his warm, damp lips sliding and pressing against yours and parting to encourage you to deepen his affections. It sends hot shockwaves rushing straight through your blood, as Paul crouches over you, all patience and purpose forgotten in the moment where it's just the two of you in the calm, lingering desert night.

You fit together perfectly, too perfectly for his words to be untrue, and his head tilts keenly where your fingers skim his neck, his lips parting from yours as they tangle in his hair with a short gasp. He loses none of his confidence and persistence, his azure blue eyes a shade darker as he watches you with an open trace of adoration.

"A queen?"

"Paul," you start shakily, as he smirks at you fondly, his head ducking to trace his tongue briefly up the skin of your neck, with a faint chuckle.

"To being desired?"

You glare at him weakly, hanging onto his hands tight to find some sense of grounding. "You're just playing with me."

"I intend to do so much more than that," Paul grins at you, kissing your cheek before burying his face against your shoulder. "And so should you. Test the depths of our connection. Push it to its limits. Push me. Please."

You find yourself speechless again at his way with words, simple and truthful, but full of passion and unthought romance, a sensation he's been craving since the first shadows of your being in his hazy dreams and visions.

"Give into your destiny, sweet girl," he croons to you in a whisper, his lips brushing against yours and pressing down against your skin needily, hungrily. It takes almost inhumane strength not to crumble and shiver under his touch and desire radiating off him and his dark glare, the wanting over years of dreams and prophecies building up to its peak. "Give into me."

"I think I will," you whisper back in awe and giddiness, your arms having to hold tightly around his neck to stay upright. "I think I want to."

"That's good," he praises you with a soft smile, as his voice lowers. "And besides," Paul mutters in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek breathlessly, with that subtle, teasing look in his eyes, "I plan on taking you as mine well before the wedding."

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[ghostfacd]

SHE WAS LIKE A SHOT OF EPRESSO

pairing. tom blyth x actress!fem!reader (mentions of other actors x fem!reader platonically)

summary. in which you are the epitome of sunshine and radiance within your co stars OR all the times your co stars have talked interviewers’ ears off about you

installment of this au | read for context!

Time 1: Tom Blyth

“How’s Y/N as a cast mate?”

That question shouldn’t make Tom Blyth smile that wide — but he does — because he’s so utterly and unconditionally inlove with you.

“Oh gosh, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Tom begins. “As her boyfriend, I think I’m being pretty biased when I say this, but Y/N Avocot as a cast mate has honestly been the best experience of my life. There has not been a day where she doesn’t make me laugh so hard that my ribs start hurting, and there hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t made me smile.” He pauses for a moment, pondering the next words to say.

“Y/N’s just that type of person, you know? She’s like the warm sunlight that engulfs you every morning you open your curtains, she’s like that newly brewed coffee that helps hydrate and bring you back to life. She’s everything.” And he says this in such a loving manner that the interviewer practically awes, the cameraman zooming the camera to show Tom’s dilated pupil.

“Your pupils are dilated!” The interviewer mentions, laughing as she points towards his eyes.

“Oxytocin is a warm hormone that’s released when you talk about someone you love,” Tom shrugs. “All my friends say my pupils dilate when I’m near Y/N, that’s just the effect she has on people.”

“Well there it is folks! Tom Blyth is truly inlove with Y/N Avocot!”

Time 2: Sean Kaufman and Lola Tung

It was an interview discussing the new season of The Summer I Turned Pretty, and it consisted of Sean and Lola who’s schedules were the only ones that were open that day.

“Guys! We’re so happy to have you today,” the interviewer starts.

“Why thank you,” Lola smiles brightly into the camera, smoothing out her dress.

“So obviously, this season is very important to the plot, it contains so much new exciting storylines including Sean’s character, Steven Conklin, and Y/N’s character, Ella!”

“Yes,” Sean laughs, his eyes crinkling. “It was very fun filming the scenes with Y/N, she’s like that little rush of happiness that you just wanna keep inside a jar.”

“Actually!” Lola speaks up, crossing one leg over the other as she leans forward to the interviewer. “Now that Sean’s mentioning it, Y/N really is a rush of happiness. God, everyday on set, I always think ‘I’m gonna probably have to say my lines over a thousand times and be tired by the time I’m done’ but Y/N comes right in, and she’s always making funny faces behind the director which just fills my heart with joy and it’s those little moments that make acting really worth it you know? Like even though I’m dying re filming the same scene over and over again — I know that Y/N’s always going to cheer me up by the end of it.”

“Wow,” the interviewer laughs. “I haven’t even asked you guys about Y/N yet but she seems to be very loved by the crew.”

“Oh yeah,” Sean nods. “Everyone filming loves her. I mean, how could you not?”

And the interviewer thinks the same question, because after interviewing Tom Blyth, she really believes that you really cannot not love Y/N Avocot.

Time 3: Timothee Chalamet

“Timo!” The interviewer greets Timothee excitedly, moving the chair so he could sit.

“Jacob! My favorite interviewer,” and maybe Timothee’s lying, because he’s seen about a million interviewers by now, but it makes Jacob smile, not so much hating his job anymore.

“Your new movie, Miracles in Love, can you tell me more about that?”

“Yes,” Timothee takes a deep breath. “It’s about a boy and girl in their early twenties figuring out what they wanna be in life. My character, Louie Marcel, falls inlove with my co star — Y/N’s character — Maeve Jones after they bump into each other at the bar and talk about how depressing their lives are. It’s pretty funny, y’know. How easy it was to film with Y/N, in fact, it came all naturally.” Timothee pauses, a small smile playing on his lips.

“When you say naturally, what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Oh you know Jacob,” Timothee grins. “It’s easy to fall inlove with Y/N Avocot. She’s a remarkable actress, and everything that I filmed with her feels so real that it feels like I’m really Louie and I’m really falling inlove with a girl named Maeve at the local bar near my university.”

“Oh wow,” Jacob, the interviewer, can’t help but gush at Timothee’s endearing statement. “You must be very good friends.”

“Us? Of course!” He laughs as if it was one of the funniest statements on earth. “I’m really good friends with her boyfriend too, Tom. They’re honestly the sweetest couple, don’t know if I’m inlove with him or her. Maybe both,” he jokes.

bellyapologist oh to be yn avocot and be so loved by her cast mates that they’re smiling each time they talk about her

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user1 literally like how do you not cry when you’re being called a literal rush of happiness

user2 lola and sean being so excited to talk about her even though the interviewer didn’t start the interview yet 😭

user3 shows that yn is rly a good person

timotheesgf YN AVOCOT LET ME BE YOU PLEASEEEE LOOK AT HOW TIMOTHEE TALKS ABT HER GOD LIFE IS NOT FAIR

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user4 “it’s easy to fall inlove with yn avocot” FUCKKKKK

user5 “everything I filmed with her feels so real” oh tom and kylie are punching the air rn

user9 she must’ve saved a planet in her past life cause..

user10 same energy as “she was like a shot of espresso” 😭😭😭😔😔😔

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[bunnybunbun0]

renaissance

summary: because Paul Atreides was a piece of art in bed.

pairing: Paul Atreides X fem!reader

warnings: smut,porn without plot,

A/N: with the hype of dune part two being released i finally got my shit together and watvhed part one years later and oh.my.god. Seeing timmy play a serious important yet loving duke just rocked me a bit. i hope you guys like this!

sorry its short i wasnt planning on writing it,it just came t mind.not proofread,we die like real man. english is not my first language so be kind!

you are responsible for your own media comsumption! :)

credits to gif owner!

Paul Atreides was undoubtly the prettiest man you have ever seen.

And after stumbling upon a book on what ancient civilizations considered art,you were even more convinced he was god´s most wonderful creation.

When he pants on top of you while fiercifully thrusting into your soaked slit,his black curls clinging to his pale skin with a sheer of sweat;a beautiful contrast with his dark hair and white skin.

The sounds leaving the back of his throat are a sweet melody to your ears; the gutural grunts,the ocasional moan,the pants of your name,the filthy things he whispers in your ears.

You were fully convinced paul was the most beautiful work of art youve ever seen,he was ethereal,every trace of his was brushstroke,you lost yourself staring into the honey galaxies of his eyes.

"What are you thinking about that is more important than my cock inside you right now?"

His dirty question gets you out of your head;a long whimper scaped you at how dirty his words were,you tried your best to focus on answering his question,but between his cocktip brushing your sweet spot so deliciously,the force of his hips meeting yours,and the sinful noises that filled the room,all you could do in response was moan and whine.

He lowers his head to your neck,sucking and biting the sensitive pristine skin;you shiver at the thought of being marked by his beautiful lips,having him set a clam on you.

"Answer me" he asks in a grave tone,a shiver rippling through you bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"You´re beautiful!" you blabber out in a high pitched moan,not even realizing how desperate you sound or how you´re not making any sense to him right now "you´re beautiful! fuck paul,you´re so beautiful"

To say that was not what Pauls was expecting to hear was an understatement,he knew you appreciated his looks;it was clear with your lingering touches on him or how youd be amazedly watching him while he did the most mundane of tasks,but not that you liked it enough to declare it so devotedely while he was deep inside you.

He knew your body better than anyone else,and he could sense you were on the brink of an orgasm,his hand reached down rubbing sensual circles around your clit,not once slowing down his thrusts.

You unravel around him yelping and crying out as your release washed over you,your eyes shut feeling the moment where you and him become one.

A few more faltered thrusts into your now even tighter pussy,and paul was cumming inside you with a string of profanities leaving his mouth accompanied with your name.

You both stare at each for what feels like forever,breathing deeply while coming down from your highs.

Paul was a completely different person once the sexual aact was over,the kiss he pressed on your lips right now was not desperate and hurried,it was calm,soft,he treated you like the wind blow you away into a pile of sand.

He slips out of you carefully,making sure youre okay,carefully enveloping you in his arms and throwing a blanket around both their naked bodies;a confortable silence falls into the room as thetwo of you cuddle,paul lovingly stroking your arms,ocasionally kissing whatever naked skin he could get his lips on.

"You really think i´m that good looking?" he asks with the memory of you moaning out how beautiful he was mid sex stuck in his mind.

In your post orgasm clarity your mind goes back to the beautiful paintings you found on the ancient book,the delicacy of the lines,the softness of the colors and beautiful tragedies behind every piece. The sudden desire to once again tell paul how beautiful he is and make sure to know your ancient knowledge with him are overwhelming.

You sit up in the bed looking up at his face,a smile immediately meeting your lips as you look at him and decide to ask:

"Have you ever heard of Michelangelo?"

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[cassie48]

∙ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 ∙

(Eventual)Dark!Paul Atreides x fem pregnant reader

• Pt 1 •

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

You and Paul grew up together on Caladan. You were born on the same day, on the same hour. Paul’s mother lady Jessica had always seen you as a daughter and for some unknown reason, insisted that you and her son always stay together.

When you and Paul grew to become teenagers, feelings became involved, and a powerful love blossomed. When the two of you heard you had to leave for Arrakis, you were both petrified. But you knew everything would be ok, as long as you stayed together.

When the two of you arrived to the planet, the local fremen called Paul the “Lisan al-Gaib” and you the “malaka”. Neither of you knew what that meant. So, walking hand in hand, you glanced at each other, both your faces full of confusion and curiosity.

When you were told that the names meant 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 and 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, both of you were confused.

The night before the imperial Sardaukar troops invaded Arrakis, you found out you were pregnant. It was a complete shock and you and Paul were barely 20. You told Paul as soon as you found out. He comforted you, saying the baby was a blessing, and you two would get through it together.

When the troops came in, all hell broke lose. Thankfully you made it out with Paul, and met lady Jessica before running for the hills. Your hand went to your belly, complete fear consuming you. You three managed to get a plane and fly out.

After surviving a storm, and a long, dangerous journey, the three of you ended up in Fremen territory. You met Chani, who was sceptical of your boyfriend, but seemed to like you.

One man was not happy with your arrival and even challenged Jessica. Paul fought for her, killing the man, after a long brutal fight.

As soon as he had done it, he walked straight up to you, he looked full of power and confidence.

“It’s ok my love” he had told you as he hugged you close to him, his hand eventually resting on you belly. Jessica had told you she was pregnant as well, which eased up your nerves, knowing you two would get through it together.

After a good few weeks with the Fremen, Paul learned the ways of the Fremen being taught by stilgar , you tried to do what you could , which was little as you were now coming up to almost 4 months pregnant.

It all changed when Paul rode his first sand worm, you stood with the Fremen watching along with them as you saw Paul do nearly the impossible, smiling at him

All the Fremen beside you stared yelling out 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹-𝗚𝗮𝗶𝗯, some walking up to you before kneeling, and taking your hand yelling out 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗮, praising you

You were confused and scared, and just wanted your boyfriend to hold you. More and more people came up to you grabbing your hand, until suddenly you began to cry. You don’t really know why, but your emotions had been all over the place with your pregnancy.

As soon as Stilgar saw you crying he yelled out at the Fremen, asking them 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘺!

Immediately they stopped, backing away with whispered apologies to you. When you told Paul later he was outraged.

“Do they think they can grab you like that? You are pregnant they could have hurt you or the baby!” He yelled out, pure rage in his voice.

“It’s ok Paul real-“ you started

“No. It’s not, you were crying, Chani told me. This has to stop” is all he said before pulling you into a hug, you resting your head on his shoulder, his head resting on your own.

Jessica had told you she thinks your baby’s is a boy, you believe her, as she is now the reverend mother. She had really changed, it scared you.

The Fremen and Paul continued fighting against the Sardauker troops, most were very successful. Sadly they blew up the temple, where many had been inside and where they prayed and laid their loved ones to rest.

Paul had been called down to speak with the leaders in the south of Arrakis, he took Stilgars place as he had been injured from the attack.

When you two arrived, Paul told you to go to sleep for a while, you were now seven months pregnant and your body was becoming tired more often.

After about two hours Jessica came up, yelling for you, saying Paul was in trouble. You jumped out of bed and waddled down to him as fast as you possibly could.

She told you he had drank worm blood, to gain an understanding of the prophecy and his future. She told you only your years would bring him back to life. Of course, you had already been crying, so it wasn’t so hard.

Paul gasped and sat up, coming back to reality, he glared seeing all the people surrounding them. He turned to look at you, smiling as he did, cupping your cheeks. You leant into his touch, throwing yourself into his embrace, letting many tear’s escape.

Stilgar yelled out “As it was written!” In pure shock.

“Paul why’d you do it!” You yelled, while crying into his shoulder.

“It’s ok. I understand now. This baby, it’s a miracle, 𝗛𝗲 shall rule after me” he said smiling while looking at you adoringly.

“What? I-I don’t understand! Rule?” You said still crying from the events.

“Trust me. You are the Malaka. You, are the most important woman on the planet right now. This pregnancy, it’s in the prophecy, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 were in the prophecy my love” he said properly sitting up.

“W-What?” You whispered still confused.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about any of this, you trust me don’t you” He said leaning in closer to you.

You nodded, leaning your body into his, your crying and worrying making you tired.

“Good.” Is all he said leaning into you and kissing you passionately, forgetting you two had a whole audience.

“Oh em well everybody give Lisan al-Gaib and the Malaka privacy” stilgar ordered as the Fremen left yelling out messiah words in their language.

You and Paul continued making out for around five minutes before he noticed how tired you were.

“Come my love” he said as he picked you up, holding you tightly in his arms. You leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, feeling completely safe in his embrace.

“No one will harm you, my love” he whispered as you drifted off to sleep.

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There will be a pt2!!

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[itsbuckytm]

Little Accidents / Paul Atreides

Summary: Paul's obliviousness was soon shattered when frequent visits to the nursing room revealed the true essence of love at first sight.

Ps: This is a short fluff I had in mind, but I hope you enjoy and also english isn't my first language so bare with minimal errors, (once upload i always make sure to update now my works, if there is any errors) Enjoy! XOXO

As the heir of the Atreides' House, Paul effortlessly following in his father's esteemed footsteps. He possesses an acute sense of ownership, ensuring he's well aware of everything under his purview. Whether it's news of your battle injuries or workplace mishaps, Paul is always the first to know, abandoning any prior engagements to rush to your aid. While you're being tended to, his concern is palpable; his eyes scan for any signs of harm as he utters all while using the voice. ‘Where?’ This gesture of worry has become familiar, a reassurance you've grown accustomed to, especially when your visits to the infirmary often serve as an excuse to steal moments with him. ‘Dropped a weapon on my foot,’ you explain with a hint of ruefulness, ‘guess my impatience got the better of me, inadvertently knocking out one of the armories. Pity.’

Indeed, quite a pity. Paul couldn't help but notice your composure, devoid of any telltale signs of injury. It either seemed that the nurse had efficiently tended to you before his arrival—a stroke of luck, perhaps. However, Paul wasn't fooled; this wasn't the first time you'd urgently summoned him to the infirmary. Today, he harbored suspicions that you might finally reveal the true reason behind your frequent visits. “If you'd prefer I refrain from using the Voice," he remarked, a hint of seriousness in his tone, "you'll need to be more forthcoming than simply labeling it an accident, my dear."

However, you eventually reassured the head nurse, explaining that it was merely a minor issue requiring attention. Your heart fluttered with a mixture of nerves and affection as Paul insisted on tending to your wounds himself, rather than delegating the task to anyone else. As the room cleared, leaving just the two of you alone, Paul attempted to devise a plausible excuse while discreetly observing your work. This added another layer of challenge for him, yet he remained determined to keep a watchful eye on you. “Now tell,” A pregnant pause was felt soon as he sat next to you. “How I am suppose to know, that there is probably more reason than just a visit at the nursery?” 

You find yourself drawn in by his innocence, but observing Paul working alongside his father and their associates, it becomes evident that innocence was not his defining trait anymore. In fact, there's a possibility he understands more than he lets on. Maybe he's even willing to engage in the game you're playing. You nonchalantly dismiss any concerns, offering the excuse that you're just adding a bit of spice to the situation. However, Paul's reaction suggests that perhaps it's not the right moment to discuss such matters, especially anything related to the Spice itself.

Paul tilted his head, almost taking offense at your attempt at humor. Despite his awareness of your desire to spend more time alone with him, he understood that convincing him to stay a little longer each time wasn't as simple as it seemed. Even if his attempts at pampering you, like tending to invisible wounds that morphed into cuddle sessions, were charming, he recognized that your discussions about the 'Spice' were more about politics than relaxation. Poor thing– that was all he knew about out. This realization led to a soft chuckle from you, followed by an apology for bringing up the topic. However, Paul dismissed your apology, urging you not to discuss such matters, especially around him, as he couldn't help but wonder why you frequented the nursing room more often than before. “Now tell me, or I might just become as impatient as you’ll be when demanding kisses..”

His voice trailed off, almost seductive when Paul was right about to expose this little game of yours. Instantly you could feel his lip curve slightly into a smirk as he saw your expression, your eyes winding in shock, trying your very best to obliged. That you were the one who meant to shock Paul out of his work for some time but, perhaps you were indeed right about your wonders. That in fact, Paul knew that the exact reasons why you obliged yourself to the nursing room more often than ever. Only to find out, it was to spend more time with him. But Paul being himself, being the type of guy that he is, did not to confess his wrong at first or to be completely oblivious. After all– he is the duke’s son. 

"So, let me get this straight," Paul Atreides began, his tone tinged with a mixture of disbelief and introspection. "I, Paul Atreides, am so easily ensnared by your little charade? It's rather disheartening, truth be told." There was a hint of a pout on his lips as he contemplated your adeptness at expressing your desires, though he couldn't entirely fault you for it. With the constant demands of dealing with the Harkonnens and managing CHOAM affairs, finding time for you had become more challenging than he and you had anticipated. 

Unlike his parents, whose marriage was purely political, Paul had chosen a different path, one where your presence held a significance beyond mere political alliances. For him, building a future within the confines of the Atreides' House with you by his side was a deeply personal and cherished desire. Material wealth could wait; what mattered most was the connection he shared with you. With a sigh, he reached out to gently caress your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of your correctness all along. Perhaps it was time to prioritize his own happiness, even if it meant putting paperwork aside momentarily. "Maybe you're onto something," he admitted, his voice softening. "Perhaps you’re right, perhaps it's time for me to take a break from the endless bureaucracy and spend some quality time together. After all, even I need to unwind–."

Paul's words carried a weight of remorse rarely heard, especially within the esteemed Atreides family. As he neared the end of his sentence, you leaned in swiftly, feeling the soft brush of his lips against yours in a lingering kiss. The longing shared between you both was palpable, though circumstances often made indulgence impractical, intensifying the desire even more. When Paul finally pulled away, he gently nibbled at your lower lip, a playful chuckle escaping him at the sudden surge of hunger between the two of you. There was an undeniable yearning to touch, caress, and love you. "Perhaps I'll request a day off," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of promise. “Perhaps you will.” You both end up chuckling as he cups your face, his eyes gazing from your eyes to your lips. Paul confessed once more,

“And perhaps, we don't always have to use the excuse of happy accidents, so I can exile from paperwork every now and then.” 

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[persephonesdreams21]

Coming soon!

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[kteezy997]

The Emperor's Wife// Paul Atreides

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, slow burn kinda

"That princess shall have no more of me than my name. No child of mine nor touch nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire." The promise of Paul Atreides as he ascended your father's throne was held true for some time. But his words began to falter in time, against his will.

He married you, but remained loyal to his concubine, Chani. But he did acknowledge that you had a literary nature, and he entrusted you to sit in on his council meetings as Emperor. The more time you spent around each other, the more you became companions, and the more he relied on your mind to help him keep a balance of things.

You noticed as Paul started to become more relaxed around you. He'd even have a laugh with you now and then. It was clear that he valued your friendship as much as your ability to write and make sense of things.

One day Paul joked that Chani was his wife of passion and you were his intellectual wife. Your feelings had started to form into deep admiration for your husband, so his words were course against your ears. Though you knew that this was the way it had to be, it wasn't any easier to hear him say it.

But there was a look from him, a look where he scanned you, slowly, from head to toe. Your special training had kicked in. You could feel it; it was desire. He thought his momentary glance would go undetected, but that was nary the case.

All the late evenings in the council room, all the discussions you had about history and his interest in your writings, it all bubbled up to his vow being broken. You caught his gaze in a meeting later, and his green eyes could no longer lie to you. He was curious and desirous of you. But he could not do anything about it. He simply could not act on it.

But you, on the other hand, were tired of the intellectual relationship. This feeling was different for you, and you never expected to fall for him. Your body ached, your skin burned for your husband. Even if it was just once, you had to have him.

You hated to admit to yourself the jealousy you felt toward his Fremen woman. You wanted to feel what Chani felt. Just one full moment of Paul's desire. You needed his touch. To exchange passionate breaths with him. To have the weight of the handsome Emperor on top of you. To have his eyes on you, and only you.

..........

You ventured to Paul's sietch, into the private apartment he shared with Chani. The Fremen in the village knew you, so they did not try to stop you, or persuade you to leave. They welcomed you with respect, as you were indeed Muad’Dib’s wife.

The room was quite plain and modest for an Emperor and his woman. The bed, however, looked cozy with glow globes on either side. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air, laced with the spice melange.

You hoped he'd come soon. You hoped he would be the first one in, and not Chani. You didn't know what to say to her, if that would be the case. She had always been pleasant toward you when you were around her, but you didn’t know if her attitude would remain the same if she knew you wanted to bed her man.

You hoped that he wouldn't be harsh towards you; that he wouldn’t be angry about you invading the space he shared with his concubine. You liked to think that you had broken his walls and exposed the tender side of him. You sat on the bed, waiting.

Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, there was a tired huff from the person outside the door, and you knew the voice instantly. Paul came in, pulling off his still suit the second he entered. He didn't see you at first. You saw his shoulders and chest as he rid himself of the rubbery material. He was strong, with hard muscles and pale skin with minor scars here and there.

You could smell the dirt and sweat that he carried. It did not deter you in the slightest, but made you more eager.

He could sense you there. You knew he could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, without even turning to face you.

You took a shaky breath, then answered, "I wanted to see you, Paul."

He finished freeing his arms from the constrictive suit, turning to look at you sitting on his bed. "And why?"

You were excited just seeing his shoulders, but now you saw his naked chest, his hard pectoral muscles and small nipples. You nearly shuddered with need. "I-uhm," I want you. "I wanted to make sure that you saw how bright and beautiful the two moons look this evening. And maybe you'd like to see my latest Muad'Dib chronicle?"

Paul nodded, "Hm." He stepped over to the window, looking up at the moons, "They are quite beautiful tonight."

You rose from the bed, joining him by the window. You could really feel his presence now, as you usually didn't get quite this close to him. His scent was stronger, too. "I brought my latest writings. If you want to read."

"Sure. You may leave them here."

He was so polite, but never overly kind. He couldn't disrespect Chani. But you so wanted things to change between you and your husband.

"Paul, I really came here to talk to you about something."

He took his eyes off the night sky outside his window and looked into your eyes. "Go on."

Your heart started thumping in your chest, you cleared your throat. "Well, I do not wish to overstep, but I think you and I have both come to enjoy our time together. I think it is safe to say that we are good friends now." You got stuck for second as you got a close look of the sweat glistening on his skin in the glowing light of the dark room.

Paul softly smiled, giving you a nod to keep going.

"But, I need you to know that no matter how amazing the moons might be on a starry night, it is no match for the way I feel when I look at you."

His expression fell, and he shook his head, "Y/n, please. I am very flattered. I appreciate you, and I care for you."

You butted in, "I can sense that you desire me, Paul. You've already broken your oath. I know that you feel distant towards your concubine, and I wonder if it has anything to do with how you feel about me."

He chuckled, walking away from you, "I thought you said you didn't wish to overstep?"

"I cannot help it. I'm sorry. But you know my training." You genuinely didn't want to disrupt anything between him and Chani.

He ran his hand over his face, pushing away the exhaustion of the day, trying to make sense of his own feelings as well. "Y/n, you aren't wrong. Chani knows that my sentiments for you have shifted."

So he admits it!

"You haven't bedded her for weeks now, have you?" you prodded, carefully.

"No," he stepped closer to you, towering over you by several inches, "not that it is any of your business."

"I don't want to make you angry, Paul. But I have seen the way you look at me, the way you brush passed me during council. You've preferred spending more and more time with me lately." You took a step forward this time, just a foot's length away from him.

Paul let his guard down, knowing that you were right about everything. His face softened, and he brought his hand up to caress your face. His hand had been roughed up by the wind and sand if the desert, but you could still see yourself melting against it as he touched you.

Paul went on to say, "You should know by now how I feel for you. But it cannot be. I made a promise. I don't ever want to be cruel to you, my y/n." he licked his dry lips, and you noticed just how blue his eyes were as a result of spice addiction. "I did not marry you for things such as love or children, you know that."

"Yes, I know." you sighed, having heard that piece of information a hundred times during your marriage. "My husband, you are a loyal man. I admired you for that, but I don't wish for anything more than the same love that you have for your concubine. You can share that tenderness with me."

He said nothing, but kept his hand on your cheek, gazing at you so fondly.

You could sense him breaking for you. "Paul," you leaned closer, placing your hand on his exposed chest, "I have seen the way your eyes narrow at me when I bow before you as my Emperor."

Then, his hand wound tightly into your hair, and his lips were being smashed against yours. He pulled you against him, he moaned into your kiss. His hands were on your body, sliding up the curves of your hips.

Your body was electrified, you ran your hands through his hair, not caring how sweaty he was. The hunger was equal on both sides.

Paul pulled away suddenly, sighing as he turned away from you.

He was still wrestling in his mind, you knew it. "I need you." you said, melancholy taking over your tone as you started to believe he was going to refuse you completely, "I need my husband. I want to made love to by Muad'Dib." You went over to him, looking at his back you noticed a scar, larger than the others on his body. You wondered if the mark was result of a fall on a sand dune or maybe the consequence of riding the great sandworm. You reached out, cautiously running your finger along the scar.

He shivered at your touch, but he didn't shy away.

You decided that maybe this plan was fruitless, that he wouldn't, and never could love you the proper way in which a man loved his wife. "Paul, if you do not love me, I will leave now. You'll never see me come back to this place. I will accept being wrong. Things will go back as they were."

"No, please, don't go." he faced you again. He relaxed more, his body language and the look in his eyes was more at ease.

"Then stop me, my dear husband."

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l o o k | a t | m e

l o o k | a t | m e

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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[spideysbruh]

Thank You GQ

a/n- the lil ~ means a passage of time

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tchalamet GQ.

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tstan your shoots are always the best

GQ let's do it again some time mr. chalamet

y/n oh my

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y/n what's everyone asking for from santa?

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y/n literally no clue ❤️

tchalamet a vinyl record would be nice

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timmysgf who is she ??

tchalamet oh wow.

kylesballs not him simping for a random insta model publicly LMAOO

timotheeandall y/n is NOT an instagram model omggg 💀

@y/n tweeted: need. need so bad

@sinusandsocks replied- me too girl 💀💀

@lauriesarmpit replied- no way the first tweet I see of hers is ab timmy 😭😭💀💀

@tsgf replied- how do you know it's about him?

@ynsleftear replied- trust me, she's been like this for a while 💀💀 she stays shooting her shot!!

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y/n honeymoon fades

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sabrinacarpenter caption. i love you.

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tchalamet need.

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tchalamet oh my.

rachelzegler absolutely gorgeous. when are we hanging out 🥺🥺

y/n im free next week <3 let me dm you w my schedule LMAOO we need to have a sleepover again I got so much to tell you

rachelzegler omg this is happening ill see you next week love

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tchalamet just posted a story!

@y/n tweeted: the average person was never meant to have this much lore.

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@ynandtimschild replied- you're literally dating timothee chalamet it's okay 😩😩🙏🏼

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@realchalamet tweeted: life IS crazy

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@ynsgf replied- HELPP!?!?!!! at 2am is crazy

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y/n two years. you've dealt with every part of me and you're still here with me. I love you more than anything my silly boy. I'll always remember the GQ issue that finally gave me the courage to dm you 💀💀

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tchalamet ohhhh THATS why its framed in our place 🤔🤔

y/n but also cause im so proud of you 😍things can have two meanings 🫶

paulsdune TWO YEARS ?!?!!! it took yall forever to make it official huh

y/n you're telling me...

tchalamet thank god for GQ cause i was too scared to dm you myself 💀💀

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lauriesyn NO WAYYYY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YALLL

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y/n same we gotta do it again

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tchalamet thank you once again GQ. i think i'm much more mature this time around. and thank you for getting me the love of my life with the 2020 issue, I am eternally grateful.

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y/n oh my 😍

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atreideskyle i ❤️ my boyfriend

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tchalamet my love deserves a post of its own. when we're apart i count down the minutes until we can be together again. you make me the best possible version of myself and i thank you for it. you are the most beautiful person inside and out, and I'm so lucky to get to not only know you, but love you as well. i love you happy two years my pretty girl.

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y/n you just had to outdo my caption huh.

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sabsyn THE HAND PLACEMENT IN THE SECOND PIC WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.

ynschals imagine how many pics they have of each other on their phones that we'll never see... 😖

yourfriend no other guy could make her as happy as you, timmy!

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y/n idk if you know this but i love you

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[necstasy]

what are your thoughts feelings emotions about paul atreides having a breeding kink...... wanting so badly to knock his girl up......

creampie; soft paul; husband!paul & PAUL ATREIDES MDNI 18+

it comes to him naturally.

he’s always had the desire to reproduce settled in the back of his mind. he’s always wanted a family; a wife he truly loved, kids who he could see himself in. it was simple to him at first—base instincts of a man, especially the heir to the throne.

and then you two married, and it became something more primal. something more debauched, and therefore deeper into the base instincts. he couldn’t sleep as his mind was plagued with images of you, to the point where he needed to thrust these visions into reality. they were all within reach, all he needed to do was spread your legs and settle between them with the same determination he tended to push down in fear of scaring you off.

but he doesn’t think he could ever scare you off. not with how receptive and eager you are.

your legs opened to accommodate paul’s lithe hips in between them. your hands in his curls and pressed into the muscles of his back. really, your hands are everywhere. sliding down his torso, pinching his hips, pressing into the dimples in his lower back. you’re insatiable, trying to get more of him even as you drink in all of his air as you kiss him.

he’s just as bad if not worse.

his hands roaming your body. from your hair, to cupping your jugular, to pinching your nipples, all the way to teasing your cunt. he wants you, but he doesn’t want to make it quick. he wants it to last.

so he takes his time. each thrust into you is purposeful and artistically crafted. it’s not just a means to an end, it’s a rehearsed dance that he gets better at each time. sure, he has a goal—to shoot his cum as far into you as possible—but he wants it to be as enjoyable as it always is. he sucks hickies into your neck, he peppers loving kisses all along your body while he tells you how appreciative he is of you. it pains him, but he dismisses your cries to go faster and give you more. he wants it to be slow and romantic, his still blossoming mind only associating the two with each other and never with any other fashion of fucking you. love making, as he would call it.

until you hook a leg around his waist and beg. “will you cum in me, paul? so i can make you a father?”

god, you want to make him a father, the same way he wants to make you a mother. it’s so simple, nothing profound, but just that admission and your begging has paul’s hips snapping into yours. you have inadvertently gotten exactly what you wanted, and you’re vocal about how thankful you are. this is a different form of love making. it's addictive.

paul’s green eyes stare down at you the entire time, switching between taking in the way your face morphs into pure pleasure and how his cock easily slides in and out of you. he doesn’t know which view he enjoys more: the way your lips part and your eyebrows pinch together, or the way you’re literally creaming around his cock before you’ve even reached an orgasm. he tries to pay equal attention to both views, but he ends up focusing solely on the work he's doing below, his eyes attentive even through the weight of them.

he watches his cock drive in and out of you, so focused that he doesn't notice the speed that his mouth moves.

"yeah? you want me to?" he asks in relation to your begging. you nod, but he doesn't notice. he continues either way. "i'll put a baby in here, my star. i think you'd look so pretty. you always look so pretty 'f me."

he has a distant thought to focus on your pleasure, but it doesn't make it to the forefront. instead, he focuses on one thing: knocking you up. and he makes sure he gets his wish when he cums into you forcefully, his head buried in your neck while he keeps his hips flush against yours, his cock twitching inside of you as warm spurt after warm spurt flies out of him and settles into you. and even when he's done, he sits there for a while, refusing to leave in fear that the tiniest amount trickling out of you could damage the possibilities.

just to be extra sure, he fucks the cum back into you once he's pulled out, bringing you to an orgasm just by his fingers covered in his cum alone.

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Write a Timmy smut to celebrate 2K!!

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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dating timothee chalamet

timothee x afab!reader (mainly gn! expect on nsfw bits)

towards the start of the relationship, i think he'd be pretty anxious

he'd often find himself messing around with his hands a lot on dates

or stumbling over his words a little too much with a small giggle

if you've ever seen old interviews of him when he was younger. you know the ones where he gets all shy and giggly? that's exactly how i envision him to be with you

after some time, that's slowly replaced with his hyperactive ass

and let me tell you, boy never shuts the fuck up that's not a bad thing

because of his schedule, he rarely gets to see you in person

so whenever he does, he just has so much to tell you and so much to talk about that he just ends up coming out with a cluster-fuck of words

he always tries to facetime you at least a couple times a week

and let me tell you, the call will always start with him saying 'oh, i missed your pretty face' or 'seeing you has made my day'

boy is madly in love

and even though he hasn't said it yet, it's fairly obvious he's not hiding anything

he's the kind of person to want to keep your relationship on the down low

because if you're also famous, he wouldn't want to cause any issues or drama through tabloids

and if you aren't, he'd feel awful dragging you into the world of hollywood

eventually though, as most celeb relationships do, you got found out

someone caught you out on your 6 months anniversary

and that was it; twitter was going mental

timothee soon figured out that he probably had to say something

but honestly, he was kind of relieved he didn't have to hide you anymore

the morning you two woke up and saw yourselves going viral on twitter, there was a bit of a mad scramble between the two of you

before eventually, timothee chilled out

'but now i don't need to hide we're together, anymore. i can let the world know you're mine.' he'd say to your confusion at his relaxed state

cute but also now all of timmy's fans are stalking your instagram

cooking meals together!!!

i have a feeling timothee's love languages are more tailored towards physical touch and acts of service tell me im wrong

so cooking together is such a beautiful thing for him

as much as timothee loves taking you out, i think he'd much prefer to cook a fancy pasta dish together with wine over that any day

he also strikes me as a cosy movie date guy

but honestly, it more than likely turns into something else

don't fight me on his, he's a horny guy

like bro would get a hard-on just snuggling with you

when you first started dating, he'd get all shy about it

he'd apologise frantically and his face would be redder than ever

after dating for some time, he'd be less phased

unless you showed and expressed discomfort with it of course

after the shock of you dating slowly weaved out of the fans

timothee would definitely start posting you on his instagram

he just needed the world to know how obsessed he is with you

arguments are rare

extremely rare

they usually only happen when timothee is stressed

feelings get heated and you end up making some snippy comments at each other before one of you gets up and leaves the room

after you've both had time to cool down, you're both mature enough to talk it out and apologise for whatever each of you or one of you has done

communication is a big thing for timmy, so i think arguments are heavily avoided because he encourages you to come to him about anything

any concerns, rants and problems you have, he wants to know

he's a flirter, let me tell you that thankfully not with others

always dazzling you with compliments

you're in the crowd at a press tour? he's staring, smirking and winking at you the whole time

you're supporting him whilst he's on set? the man can't take his eyes off you and is coming to hold you the second the shot is taken

you're on facetime? every odd sentence is him saying some suggestive comment or simply how stunning you are

the man cannot get enough of you

going back to the horny thing...

he has a high sex drive

there's absolutely no doubt about it

he is a giver!!! the man aims to please!!!

could eat you out for days

i've already made a headcanon about him eating you out so i will be brief BUT!!!

he's messy!!! the wetter the better!!!

will overstimulate you with hid tongue any day

and then make sure you cum on his cock as well

you know what they say about tall, skinny boys? wink wink

i'd say he's a good 7 inches, 7 1/2 at a push

he knows how to please you, and he's eager to learn what makes you tick

even though he's mainly a dom, i can see him being a sub at times

only on rare assurances though

being his date to things like the met gala, oscars etc

after being open about your relationship, he couldn't wait to take you everywhere and anywhere with him

loves it when you wear his clothes

but i feel like all boys do?

especially when he's away, opening up a facetime call to see you sat there in one of his t-shirts. he actually thinks his heart might implode.

this boy will actually love you with his whole heart

the cutest, softest and proudest boyfriend around fr

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