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touching grass is not enough i need to have a dionysian ritual with my besties in the mountains

To anyone thinking their writing is bad or “cringey” today just know I am KISSING your stories on the top of their lil heads

undress me ༊*·˚

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synopsis: after an event, you and timothée return to your hotel room where you don't lose any precious time *wink*

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent

The sound of the hotel room door slammed shut as you stepped inside. Sandalwood and vanilla combined with mixed smells of citrus filled the air around you. Dim lights were coming from the ceiling fading in the darkness that dominated the room.

Your back was quickly crushed against the white flush door, a warm fire building up inside you as Timothée pressed his body on yours burying his face in your neck and making you gasp at his soft curls that brushed on your cheek and his starved kisses that turned into small bites. A faint giggle escaped your mouth at the feeling of his lips tracing the line of your collarbones. He smiled against your skin as you lightly pushed his shoulder to pass by inside the room, but he blocked your way by holding your hips tightly and pinning you on the door.

« Told you, » Timothée’s deep hushed voice spoke, lingering with lips agape. « I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and fuck you. »

« Yeah, » you grinned. « You were very unprofessional tonight. » Timothée was breathing out heavily in your skin, face fire red like a volcano ready to erupt any second. He lightly shook his head and looked away with a smile.

With that, you found the perfect opportunity to pass right under his arm and walk further into the living room. He pounded once his fist against the door for letting you get away so easily, making you chuckle as you turned your head to glance at his form that leaned against the surface, eyes piercing you as you took off your black coat.

« Couldn't help it, » he said. « When I saw you tonight… I just couldn't look away. »

Timothée pushed himself off the wall, approaching you to take his own jacket off. He stood so close to you, chests almost touching, that you couldn’t stop your craving and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, slowly caressing them all the way up until you reached his neck and then cupped his face.

You pressed your mouth on his giving him a deep kiss. His hands slowly slithered from your waist to your lower back, ending on your bum. The kiss was painfully slow, so he pressed his mouth on yours with animalistic force making you take one step back, tongue licking your lips and teeth playing with your soft edges.

His hips pressed on yours made you moan feeling the bulge growing between his legs. Your hand trailed down all the way to his crotch causing him to gasp and throw his head back before leaning back down to your neck, softly biting your exposed skin.

Timothée’s fingers moved to your shoulder tangling with the thin strap of your dress, gradually pulling it down. For only a moment he drew back to take off his top, letting it fall on the floor. His bare torso smashed on your silky dress that he so tenderly pulled down.

Arms like a rope were tied around your waist, the top of your dress falling, leaving you barechested, as his lips hungrily swallowed your silent whines.

His hands roamed down, shaping all the way from your breasts down to your belly before Timothée dropped to his knees in front of you. Your fingers twisted his curls, tugging them out of his face gently, as he gave soft kisses to your stomach, eyes threatening to swallow you.

Timothée pulled down the rest of your smooth dress that was balancing on your hips until it reached the beige floor carpet. Only then did he break eye contact to remove your heels, leaving a few kisses on your knees and calves.

You breathed out with difficulty, your white teeth shining viciously, as the fire inside you was only burning stronger every second, a feeling of slight dizziness overwhelming you, watching your man on his knees for you. Tim raised his impish stare to look at you.

« Don’t do this to me, » he whispered conspiratorial, as he let out a small chuckle, taking off the other shoe and throwing it behind his shoulder.

Your lips separated the moment his gaze met yours and his hands cupped your bum, fingers fumbling on the fabric of your velvety warm underwear. Affectionately, he placed kisses beneath your stomach getting lower and lower while taking off your panties and letting them slip between your legs. You were hypnotized by his burning eyes that were digging and clawing into your skin.

You stared at each other for a moment before he took both your hands in his, giving a kiss on each of your palms, and then stood up impossibly close, towering over you. Your lips pressed on his cheek tracing higher on the line of his jaw to his red hot ear.

« Wanna go to the bathroom? », you whispered with a lick of your tongue. Timothée didn’t reply but lightly nodded as he turned his head to bite your cheek followed by the sound of his lips forming a grin.

Your hands abandoned his warm palms and moved to his belt trying to unbuckle it. Tim looked down at his bulge, then at your small smile.

« I know, » he whispered making you freeze for a moment and look at his blushed face. Eagerly, he took off the pants himself, letting them touch the ground, quickly followed by his wet trunks.

A small mischievous smirk appeared on your face. Without saying a word, you slightly pointed with your head to the bathroom and passed by him, bare shoulders brushing each other.

Moody golden lights were reflecting on the polished gleaming marbles scattered at the walls surrounding you. Shadows mirrored your moves with shiny traces up the sink in your passage.

« Careful, » you told Timothée as he got into the glistering oval-shaped bathtub first. The porcelain hugged his naked skin as he let warm water run. Eyes searched up for you, bringing his hand out to help you get inside. An abyssal expression marked his face, as bodies knotted with one another.

You sat on top of his lap, mouth agape in a silent scream, legs folded around his hips, hands lingering at the back of his head, holding him close to you while he pulled you into him impatiently. An untempered growl echoed from the back of his throat, the sound of the running water falling from the glistening faucet fading in the background.

You moved unhurried, his grip tightening around your hips. Swirling shadows climbed up the wall, tinging the air with breathing and fire, leaving behind traces of oppressed moans and soft rumbles. Blazing desire belched from your tightly wrapped bodies.

His chest expanded and he rolled his head up, the flickering orange lights shining on his face, cheeks, and sharp chin. You cranked your neck and dived a soft pair of lips on his jaw breathing pure fire. Your eyes met for a moment, mouth brushing agape and wet, inhaling the other in, as he swooned deeper inside you. Delicate fingers pulled your fallen hair, watering its way behind your ears.

The atmosphere was filled with strained cries, Timothée’s hand blissfully lingering on his neck, Addam’s apple moving up and down, before catching your lips again and pressing longer kisses, gradually swimming lower to your neck and collarbones. You held the sides of his head for a moment pulling his hair back, as his hips clung to yours. Deep breaths were coming out of his agape mouth.

For a moment you didn’t move and Timothée, full of longing, close to the crest of his pleasure, sealed his eyes in a prayer for you to continue.

His hands floated from your neck to your chest, mouth falling wet between your ribcage, cupping your breasts with his water-dripping hands, touching you the way Marcello never touched Sylvia.

Fingers released you, tracing the line of your spine, until his fingertips buried on your hips, guiding your body in harmony with his frantic pelvis, letting you bounce on his lap.

It felt like a knife twisting inside you, but the pain was so sweet that tremors were spread between you and you wrapped your arms tightly around him, letting his head fall on top of your shoulder. Bodies stitched together lunged into the climax.

Stretched silence laid for a few seconds, both of you sunk into that ecstatic cramp, before Timothée started breathing against your skin, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. You had your arms wrapped around him in the tighter hug possible, not letting him go. Your fingers tangled the curls that were falling on his neck, caressing gently his shoulder and his back as you let a pair of warm lips touch his wet skin.

His fingers traced your hair back for a few moments before bringing his head up, palms cupping your face making your hands drop on his wrists. His forehead leaned to yours, tired love-sick eyes falling pleadingly on the other’s lips for a kiss to get strength. Your noses brushed as you brought your lips up to him for one last time before your separation.

You gasped, your body feeling cold as you sat across from him, legs close to your chest. Timothée was staring at you, a small smile plastered on his lips. Your eyes followed his body as he got out of the bathtub and opened a window above your heads.

The summer breeze burst inside the room, fanning your faces. It was dark outside. Colorful city lights mirrored on the marble walls, as honkings of cars and nightlife echoed from the world opening below your eighth-floor hotel room. Timothée got back inside taking his seat across from you.

The new day had already begun. In a few hours, it was going to be dawn and you were going to stay there to see the sunrise together.

rainy day ༊*·˚

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synopsis: it’s a rainy day and you are bored, so you decide to watch a movie with your kids

It was a rainy day; the world blurred. A dusty sky with its veiled hush was covering like a blanket the already dead calm.

Your stare was fixed at the window, watching droplets drip down, as young winds whispered at the glass surface. A huge smokey shadow covered the buildings around, deepening their color, while showering the trees at the glistering road, pattering sharply on their leaves.

No one had warned you about the sudden change of weather in the middle of summer.

It was one of those days, calendars blank and empty and telephones off. You could go nowhere because of the weather and you could do nothing but keep watching this otherworldly winter unravelling in front of you.

Earlier Timothée was so bored that he asked you to cut his hair - just a little - and you made him cut yours back. And now you both sat at the kitchen table, eating some leftover spaghetti while discussing your upcoming vacation.

It was mysteriously cold, so cold that Timothée took off his sweater and offered it to you. Wet hair was pinching your neck and hands were deeply buried in the sleeves, trapped between dark blue knots. You were both so tired and bored, eyes almost closing. The only light that entered the room was these faint altered rays, lining the furniture and making shadows jump up and down.

Flip-flops clapping against the floor broke the hypnotizing atmosphere. Before your eyes even turned to the door, you both knew that those little steps belonged to your daughter, Irene. She was always running, as if someone was chasing her.

« Baby ! », Timothée called her in a melodious tone. He pressed his lips into a grin when she popped at the door.

« Hello ! », you opened your mouth into a surprised smile.

« I’m bored ! », she whined desperately.

« Bored ? », he asked, like he just heard the craziest conspiracy theory, and stood up from his chair to open the lights.

The room burst with blinding rays, so blinding that you had to squint your eyes. 

« Yeah, » she pouted her mouth and raised her hands in Tim’s direction. He took her in his arms, letting her claw tight onto his chest, fingers slowly drifting on the back of his neck and fumbling on the silver chain that hung around him.

« What do you wanna do ? », he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing on her shoulder.

« I don’t know, » Irene mumbled.

You couldn’t restrain your smile, and even though you didn’t participate in that sweet father-daughter moment, you felt your heart steeping pure happiness. And suddenly, you were alive, and awake, and full of energy. The same spark that appeared in your eyes, you could see it in Timothée’s as well. It was magical how your kids could change your entire mood by just appearing in a room and whining about being bored.

« You don’t know ? », Tim asked softly, pulling some roots of hair behind her ears. « We can do something all together. Mom and I are bored too. »

« Ren, where is your brother ? », you asked then. She slightly raised her eyes at you and shrugged.

« Don’t know, » she mumbled with her sweet childish voice and then breathed out heavily. « I’m bored ! » Tim let her sit on the kitchen counter as he moved to make some coffee. « Mom, I’m bored ! »

« Okay, what do you want to do ? We could play a board game, all four of us. »

« We always play board games when it’s raining, » she pouted her lips again, arms hugging herself and feet kicking the air. « And Marc always wins... »

« What are you all doing here ? »

« There he is, my sweet boy ! », Timothée turned his head back.

« Hi, » eyes scanned all of you.

« Come here, love, » you opened your arms. Marc walked closer leaning his back on the table beside you. He looked at you for a while before speaking.

« It’s nice, » he said, his fingers moving to your hair. « Did you cut it ? »

« Yes, daddy helped me cut it. It’s nice, isn’t it ?», you smiled and planted a kiss on his skin. You heard Timothée chuckle in the background as Irene gasped, rushing to get back down at her feet.

« Hey, careful there, » Tim said. She ran to you and started touching your hair, twirling pieces and playing with them. Gradually she took a seat in your lap and you brought her closer until her head nestled on your chest just like when she was a baby. Your hand pulled your boy close into a tight hug and your mouth touched his forehead.

« Ah mom ! », he groaned trying to set himself free.

« Oh, don’t play it so tough, I know you love hugs, » you kissed him again all over the face, laughing at his failed attempts to free himself before he actually managed to escape.

« I don’t need hugs ! », Marc groaned.

« You don’t ? », you ruffled his hair. « Dad cut his hair too, you know. » They both turned to him.

« Dad, dad, can I see ? », Irene asked excitedly.

« It’s just the edges, baby. Nothing noticeable, » Tim answered to Irene, pulling his hair back.

« I want to cut my hair too ! Dad, will you cut my hair ? »

« There’s no way I’m cutting your hair, » Timothée replied with no hesitation. « If you want to, we can call the hairdresser tomorrow and... »

« But you cut mom’s, why not mine ? »

« Isn’t it better if we go to a professional ? », he asked her, walking closer to you. « I don’t want to accidentally ruin your hair. »

« But mom’s hair is not ruined ! You’ll be careful. »

« Will you stop being such a baby ? », Marc popped up but she just stuck her tongue out at him and he imitated her move.

« Hey, hey, hey, guys, » you entered. « Be nice to each other. Come on, you are brother and sister. » They breathed out at your words and rolled their eyes. « So, » you clapped your hands together, trying to change the subject. « What are we going to do ? »

« We could watch a movie, » Tim suggested, slithering his arms around Marc’s shoulders.

« Yes ! », Marc looked up at him eyes wide.

« Yes ! Puss in Boots ! »

« No ! Not again ! »

« Okay, why don’t you go to the living room to pick a movie as I cut you some fruit ? », you let Irene to the ground.

« Okay ! », she kissed your cheek before storming out. « First one that goes to the living room picks the movie ! »

« Hey ! That’s not fair ! », Marc yelled following his sister’s steps. « Dad she cheated ! »

You glanced at Timothée as you stood up, his eyes still fixed on the door even when they disappeared, hoping for a small head to pop again and run in your arms.

« I love them so much but they’re crazy, » his words made you chuckle. He grinned, his stare following you as you moved to the counter to get some fruits. Tim helped you, getting the plates from the upper cupboards. « I feel a little guilty. Do you think I should’ve cut their hair ? Irene does need a haircut. Her hair is way too long. »

« No Timothée, you can’t always do what they want, » you replied focused on your work. « They literally have you wrapped around their little fingers. »

« Come on, » he leaned against the counter. You gave him a look that made him laugh. « Maybe just a little. » His fingers moved to your hair. « Your hair is still wet. » You touched his head, hand sliding down to his cheek.

« Yours too. » He grinned, stare fixed on you, watching your every move. Even if you felt his eyes you tried to ignore them.

« You need help ? », Tim asked then, coming closer, standing right next to you.

« No, love, » you replied. His arms circled around your body as he pressed his lips on your cheek. You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his cold fingers running under your sweater and around your stomach, causing small spasms in your waist. « I’m holding a knife ! »

« Then put the knife down and kiss me ! », he pinched your skin.

« Ah ! Okay ! Okay ! », you let it fall down.

You turned to him and cupped his face, bringing him down until his hair touched your forehead and his lips lingered close to yours. He tilted his head to the side, a sweet smile marked on his mouth. And with eyes closed, he kissed you softly and settling. When you separated you held his cheeks squeezed, and sprinkled kisses all around his face, making him let out the prettiest giggle.

« Why don’t you go and check on the kids ? », you asked.

« You don’t need help ? », he asked.

« No. »

« No ? You sure ? »

« Yeah, just take the coffee, please. »

Timothée stared at you for a few moments smiling fondly like he wanted to tell you something.

« Okay, » he pecked your cheek one last time, stroking your back on his way out.

« Found a movie ? » They both mumbled something in response, laying on the couch in front of the TV remote. « Irene, baby, turn your head, » Tim said. She listened, even though she was too focused on watching Marc changing the movies. He set her curls free and while balancing the scrunchie in between his teeth, he pulled them up high, out of her face.

« Not that one ! », passionately her voice echoed.

« Mars ? », he asked then.

Timothée loved your kids. He loved watching them, spending time with them, taking care of them. And the more they grew, the more he loved them. That’s why he couldn’t stand the view of his boy having both hands under his t-shirt, hugging his shoulders.

« Mmm... »

« Are you cold, baby ? »

« Just a little. »

« Want me to bring you a sweater ? »

« Yes, please. »

« Ren ? »

« I’m not cold. »

« Alright, » he lightly laughed, thinking how funny it must have looked that he just couldn’t sit for two seconds without having to stand up again.

A few moments later, you walked inside, taking a seat next to your kids.

« You picked a movie ? », you asked, leaving the plates on top of the table.

« Marc, Marc, Marc, Marc... », Irene held his arm and pointed at the TV.

« Ohh, there’s a new Spider-Verse movie ! », he looked at his sister. They both burst into giggles of excitement. You grinned at their reaction.

« We haven’t seen the first one, will we understand anything ? », you asked.

« Of course, mom, it’s Spider-Man ! », Irene said. « Don’t you know Spider-Man ? »

« Mom, I love this movie ! », Marc added. « We have to watch it. »

« Here I am, » you turned your head, watching Timothée stride towards you. You smiled. « What are we watching ? »

« Across the Spider-Verse. »

« Ooh, I’ve heard very good things about the movie. Let’s watch it, » he said before turning to Marc. « Hands up. » The boy raised his arms and Tim passed the sweater over his head. « Here’s the other arm, dummy. » He rubbed his knuckles against his head.

« Ah ! », Marc let out a painful groan with hair laying messily all around him. Timothée laughed and grabbed his head with both hands pressing a kiss on top of it and leaving a ‘mwah’ sound. He then got his feet on top of him, letting Marc lay on the couch more comfortably.

« Mom, can you hug me ? », Irene asked. You grinned and quickly opened your arms for her to tilt her head on your shoulder.

« Okay, let’s watch. »

idk if any of you have read DUNE but paul’s son is so silly. he has me giggling every single time.