Timothee Chalamet Imagine - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
it’s still early in this world, do you hear me ? ༊*·˚
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synopsis: in which timothée wants you to stay
*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent
Orion’s gold sword scattered and spilt aloft dust from your dreams as your senses became conscious of the present.
The slow, steady beats of his heart echoed through your ears, spreading an incomparable sense of warmth and safety to your unsettled mind. You buried your head deep in the crook of his neck, refusing to face the blinding morning sun rays, and sank into the person who consumed your dreams and reality.
White auroral lights swam between tangled bodies, caressing any uncovered parts. You had to flutter at the feeling of your eyes drinking the day. Your cheek nuzzled closer, asking for refuge until your lips slowly found his soft skin.
Timothée was still lost between dreams, his eyes sealed, too tightly to let the light in, and his lips parted, breathing in the day. Sprawled out on his back, he had one arm around you, fingers resting on your shoulder, holding you throughout his sleep, afraid you’d dissolve into the night.
As you watched him sleeping, with his head tilted to your side and his chest rising and falling to the sound of his breathing, you wanted nothing more than to lick the sleep off his eyes. But he looked so serene, so peaceful and unbothered, you couldn’t help but keep staring at him like he was the most beautiful landscape.
The colours of the sun reflected on his face - and you wondered whether or not he could feel the light piercing his skin. A smile curled up on your mouth and you brushed a kiss on his neck before detaching from his body. Balanced on your elbow, with head resting on your shoulder, you observed him as time went by, drinking in every little detail.
You brought your fingers to his forehead, fiddling with a stubborn curl that concealed his eyes. Slowly, your gaze slid lower and you let your finger run gently to the small bump of his nose, tracing all the way down to his Cupid’s bow, and then lined the soft curves of his mouth.
Timothée grinned and his lips tried to catch your finger.
« You’re always doing that, » he rumbled from the deepest parts of his throat, bringing you a small smile.
« Because I know that’s what wakes you up, » you whispered and he peeked his eyes open.
« And you wanted to wake me up ? Cruel. » A wolfish grin appeared on your face as Timothée tilted his head and pressed a kiss on your mouth, the first of the day. « Good morning… », he murmured, voice still groggy and sleep-filled.
« Mornin’… » He turned around on his stomach and hugged you, burring his face close. « Slept well ? »
« Mmm... Better. »
« Better ? »
« Yeah... Because you’re here. » You laughed, truly happy chortle as he covered his smile on your pillow.
Hypnotized by the warmth, you stayed there for a while, feeling the sun gliding and soaking in your skin. Timothée simply gazed at you in silence.
With his breath against your skin, you fell into the heavy air your bodies erected. You held his shoulder tight and rubbed the smooth, glistering skin, fingers tracing the curves of his muscles and the slope of his nape.
« Timmy, » you said softly and tried to catch his cheek with your lips. As if knowing what you were about to say, he snuggled closer, bringing one leg between yours to keep you there. « Tim, I should get going. »
« I think you should stay, » he mumbled, his mouth falling on your neck, leaving wet traces on everything it touched. He idly cupped your cheek and turned your head in his direction to kiss you.
« I can’t. »
« You could… »
« I can’t. »
Timothée looked at you for a moment and then hovered over you, trapping you between his arms. He stared at you under a pair of furrowed brows.
« No ? » You shook your head as Tim pressed his lips on yours. « Come on, stay… »
Your hands sank into his hair and he leaned into your touch, letting his eyes seal in delight when you pulled back curls that were still tangled with the night. You smiled, pressing soft kisses on the edge of his mouth and Timothée bent his head for you, allowing your lips to explore his chin, his jaw, his neck.
« I really can’t... », you whispered. He lowered his head to catch your lips.
« Come on, it’s nice... And snug... And you look pretty in the morning... », he mumbled as mouths merged and blended into one. « Just stay. »
Your fingers held him back for a moment. Maybe it was the way the sun lit his face at that partucular moment causing his eyes to squint, or his skin that felt so warm against yours and softer than usual, but suddenly he was very convincing.
A smile stretched on your face at his attempts to catch your lips and he chuckled, his breath coming out heavy, once you let him reach your mouth.
Still having you in a mock wrestling position, Timothée leaned down and bit the side of your lips, slowly following the tilt of your neck and your collarbones. His mouth dropped lower and lower on your sternum giving it soft-mouth bites.
« I want you so bad. »
He breathed in your aroma, tongue swirling over your chest, overwhelmed by your scent. Your neck stretched back by his kisses and you closed your eyes as Tim brought his lips to yours again, this time deeper with fevered, blazing desire.
« You want me ? », your tongue lolled out on a salacious kiss. « At 7h ? »
« Yes... Want me to prove it ? », Timothée murmured softly, a small grin hanging from his mouth as you stared at him.
His fingers moved to the crook of your neck and tipped your head on the mattress. He kneeled lower on your body, hot breath panting against your skin. His hands slid to your sides, as if trying to memorize every inch of you.
A ghostly smile appeared on his lips as he bit your navel and placed wet kisses over your stomach, letting them one by one vanish in the air. He held your hips tightly, squeezing every part of you helplessly while his fingers slowly wandered between your thighs making your whole body tense and your breath hitch in anticipation.
« Stay ? » You pulled his hair back, chest rising and falling heavily.
« Okay. »
« ‘Okay,’ you’ll stay ? », he bit his lips and lightly raised his brows. You nodded.
Timothée grinned at you all flushed, diabolically angelic looking, as he settled between your legs, shoulders rubbing your knees.
He kissed the notch of your thighs, lips going higher on the apex and you smiled, stretching your head to the side. Tim let out a sly chuckle, breathlessly bringing his fingers to his mouth. His head lowered to your skin and fingers slid inside you, slowly finding their way. You hushed out a moan, letting your hand fall from his hair to his shoulder, gripping the skin.
His lips trailed lower, following the traces of his fingers. Your mouth agape in a silent scream, feeling his breath so close, his tongue licking and sucking eagerly on everything it touched.
Timothée smiled at the soul-capturing sound of your quiet moans, hearing his name come out as a plea, a prayer, a curse. His hand shaped the path of your lower stomach, fingers dripping silver honey, before his tongue slid inside you, teeth biting softly layers and layers, and brushing soft kisses.
Between the obscene sounds of his tongue, you shut your eyes, too dulled to lift them, giving in to the feeling. Your back arched to the bed and he had to grip your waist to keep you down. You held his shoulder and gasped desperately.
The room suddenly turned too heavy and his groans surged electric bolts through you.
For a moment he stopped and you sucked in a sharp breath. He panted against you, his kisses coming out gentle and slow as he rested his mouth on your stomach.
« Why you stopped ? », you asked breathless. He giggled boyishly, hovering on top of you.
Tim touched the edge of your mouth with his fingers, sketching it, drawing it, and your lips parted with bated breath. He licked his fingers and kissed you. You licked his fingers and kissed him again, barely holding your tongues in your teeth, playing in corners where air comes and goes.
« And you wanted to leave… », his lovely silken murmur echoed through your ears as he rubbed his mouth to yours smearing kisses that made you smile.
« Don’t stop, » you inhaled him, tangling his fingers with yours and dragging them lower to your body.
He chuckled again, bringing his tongue to your lips and you tried to catch it, before he kissed you, softly and tenderly, no pressing further just soaking into each other.
You glided his fingers down as he lingered on your neck and your jaw. One leg wrapped around him, bringing him impossibly close.
Timothée touched the inside of your thigh and you let out a sigh of pleasure, as sun-kissed mouths chased one another. His fingers clenched deep in you, eyes measuring with utter acclaim and pride the way your head bent back and your mouth fell loose. He continued his ministrations with his fingers eliciting soft whimpers from you until he couldn’t breathe.
Timothée pulled out his hand, soaking and glistering, and slid it down to himself desperately. You pressed your mouth on his and he let a small whine as your fingers slithered replacing his hand with yours.
He groaned against your mouth with lips tasting like ripe fruit as you slid lower your fingers. You watched his blissful expression full of longing and pleading, the way his Addam’s apple moved while his hot breath fanned your face with struggle. He tilted his head back and your lips touched his neck, giving it small mouth bites.
A loud gasp abandoned your mouth and Timothée groaned hard when you brought him close, until you sank into each other’s warmth, until all the parts of your bodies were touching. He buried himself deep in you, tender skin brushing against the other.
With jaw clenched and teeth grinding, Tim brought his face to yours. He held your cheek lovingly as you smothered each other under the heavy mist of stimuli.
You merged into one, blending as you breathed, your mouths brushing in gentle struggle. Timothée lunged into you, every move full of reverence, every thrust sinking deeper and deeper with an irresistible momentum.
Your head tipped back on the mattress, face disfigured by the throws of passion as you slid your arms to his back, cradling his shoulder.
Bodies scraped the white sheets as you shifted and pushed at each other, knowledgable in the pleasure of the other, working together in perfect harmony.
Strained moans elicited in the air through lively movements and dark fragrance. Tim held onto you dearly, swallowed by the ambition to drive you off the edge. His fingers clammed your face tighter, lips desperately trying to catch your skin.
Your head fell back and chest expanded, demolished, drunk on pleasure. You revelled in his touch, in the feeling of his naked skin against yours, absorbing him whole as he sank into you.
Until tremors shook your body, until you trembled against him like a moon on water, and he as well reached the peak of his pleasure, the sweet feeling of suffocation wrapping its arm around his throat, and in unison, you climbed and lunged into the climax.
He collapsed on top of you, both still fogged-up, sweaty and in total disarray, sucking in together your breaths with an old perfume and a silence.
Timothée pressed his mouth to the side of your head before rolling off your chest to his back.
Panting heavily, you stared at the sun painting the ceiling, creating shadows that trembled above your heads.
Timothée twisted his neck and looked at you with a grin plastered on his face. You smiled feeling his eyes on you and smoothened your hair back before turning to him.
« Stay now ? » You chuckled breathlessly and streched your head to press a kiss on his swollen lips.
« Can’t. »
birthday cake ༊*·˚
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synopsis: it’s your birthday and lee has a small surprise for you
« What’s that ? »
Laying on your stomach with your chin balanced on your palm, you stretched a finger, pointing at his forehead. Lee turned his eyes at you, lighter than ever with the sun shining idly above them. A smile stretched on his lips and you chuckled before moving your palm to cover the excitement from your mouth.
« Your birthday cake. »
There was a small tart on his forehead with its crumbly crust and creme. You were looking at him for a while trying to playfully balance it on his head and then place a candle on top.
« Make a wish. »
« A wish ? » He lightly nodded.
A gust of wind came your way as you tilted your head to the side to think for a moment. Lee was staring at you, waiting. The grass ruffled beneath you, the subtle smell of soil and the crisp air covering all your senses.
Your fingers find their way around your nape, pressing down your hair. You leaned closer to him and pretended to blow off the candle.
« I did. »
« What did you wish for ? »
« Can’t tell you. »
« Why ? »
« Bad luck. »
« Bad luck... », he murmured back. You chuckled as your hand moved to his chest, softly tracing his skin up to the curve of his neck and his chin. You lingered on his lips, drawing the warm lines. Lee’s mouth parted open trying to catch your fingers.
« Won’t you sing me the song ? »
« What song ? »
« The traditional. »
« The traditional ? » You bobbed your head.
A grin stretched on his face. Lee started humming the rhythm first moving away but then his gaze reverted to you. You looked at him for a moment and then closed the distance between you, hovering above him, his body warm and familiar against yours. You leaned down, taking the candle off the tart and licking the remnants of creme before tossing it aside.
You trapped the birthday cake between your teeth and trailed it down to his mouth. Lee bit it, his murmurs slowly fading in the air when you pressed your mouth on his, smearing creme and biscuit.
No more air in the lungs to be spared, you kissed him slowly; lips trapped between teeth, tongues trying to catch the sweet taste of the other. Lee chuckled softly against you.
« Happy birthday. »
LEE
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birthday cake: it’s your birthday & lee has a small surprise for you
anatomy of a hug ༊*·˚
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synopsis: cuddling with timothée (hcs)
cuddling is his quiet way of showing you how much he cares for you.
the other’s company is enough and you don’t have to speak, just stay in a comfortable silence. you mold into one. his chin rests on top of your head as his arms wrap around you, keeping you close.
you usually lay together side by side, faces so close that you can inhale the other’s breath. the closeness and the warmth your bodies radiate, create a soothing feeling of safety and comfort.
when sleep is impossible, he wraps one arm around you and lets you lay your head on the crook of his neck. he tells you silly stories, your delirious giggles causing him laughter as well, and you can hear his heart beating faster.
if he’s feeling playful in the morning, he pulls your hand, dragging you back to bed, not letting you leave. his musky smell floats all around your small world as he envelops you in his arms.
« come here... five more minutes... », he rumbles from the deepest parts of his throat. « just come closer. »
on lazy days, you cuddle on the couch while watching movies, trashy ga me shows or anything you find on the tv.
he spoons you with one arm around your waist, stroking your soft skin. his breath on your neck tickles you, stretching a smile on your lips, when he laughs or makes small comments.
he’s restless and has to readjust a million times, which drives you crazy and makes him grin clearly enjoying it.
when you are fatigued, you turn around to face him and you snuggle until sleep fills your eyes. he holds you tightly to him so you won’t fall over and gradually he falls asleep as well.
or he lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you listen to music and you squeeze him. sometimes he sings along, making you chuckle every time he messes up the lyrics.
you prefere cuddling in more private settings like your home or a serene spot outside, but there are times when you are out and you are both tired, so you cling to each other.
your head rests against his chest, heart touching heart, and hands shielding the other from the world in a protective move you’d only find in nature. you raise your chin up at him and he smiles tiredly, his eyes holding a softness that’s only for you. he tilts his forehead against yours and tells you how tired he is and that he can’t wait to get back home.
some nights you cuddle while sitting on the balcony to get some air and have a smoke. he brings you to his lap and lets you sink against him, burring your head on his neck, your lips brushing his skin. his fingers run gently through your hair and he presses kisses on top of your head.
i’ll always be here ༊*·˚
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synopsis: in which you find out that you are pregnant
You pulled back up your underwear and sat down at the toilet lid. There wasn’t an ounce of laziness or indolence in the way you hunched with your gaze low, pinned on the test.
A great silence filled the air but it rang loud enough to cover the sound of your breathing and the beat of your heart. Or maybe all your senses halted and you just stayed there frozen, detached from your own body.
Your leg seemed unable to stay in place, jumping mechanically up and down, tensed, full of anticipation. You pulled your hair back and held it to your nape, unconsciously scratching your skin, digging with your nails red holes.
Timothée touched your knee in understanding, hopelessly trying to console both of you.
He was sitting on the tiled floor, legs crossed, the skin of his stomach crumpled, seemingly apathetic, but in reality, he could barely move. His mouth agape was letting the air slide in, tongue pressed hard against his teeth.
There was nothing apathetic in his persistent stare that was fixed on you, eyes glimmering with a feverish spark, trying to catch some sort of reaction.
Devoted, he observed your expression forming; the way you blinked, the spasms of your eyelids, the way your eyebrows raised and your lips twitched. And then, when your eyes met his, he could suddenly feel his heart pounding so hard that it hurt his chest. His hand pushed the thumping back inside his body and he got on his feet.
« What ? What does it say ? »
You tasked him with your gaze and then extended the test, which he took a bit hesitant given your expression.
In utter surprise but at the same time in a state of consciousness. He knew. However, nothing could have ever prepared him for that moment.
He covered his mouth with his palm and breathed deeply as if to swallow all the air in the room. His jaw clenched and he had to blink, the overdose of oxygen draining his eyes into a strange shade of green. He exchanged a look between you and the test.
You were staring at him, body stiff from stillness, not really in your vicinity, your space, shocked. And the more he remained silent, the more you stared. You wanted to say something, but your throat ran dry.
His pupils retracted, sagging in helplessness and anticipation. A small wet drop swam the curve of his face and remained stuck on his chin. He turned at you and you breathed out relieved at the muffled sound of his chuckle.
« Shit, I’m going to be a dad. » You nodded slowly, unable to speak, a wide smile stretched on your lips. Tim breathed out, fingers wandering mindlessly over his hair. « I’m going to be a dad, » he pointed to himself. « We’re going to have a kid. »
« We’re going to be parents. »
« We’re going to be parents, » he repeated your words in disbelief, trying to digest it. « Shit, we’re going to be parents ! », his voice came out louder and he wrapped his arms around your body asphyxiatingly tight.
Your breaths caught in your throat, the closeness and warmth his body radiated making you feel dizzy and bringing tears to your eyes. You both laughed overflooded by an incomparable feeling of the purest joy. His heart was about to burst out of his chest, you could feel it pounding against you.
Tim pulled you back, his hair in total disarray and face reddened with a frantic glow. His eyes wet, glimmering surreally bright, wandered all around your face as he breathlessly cupped your cheeks into his hands, silver trails slipping from between his fingers. He brushed your hair back, as thumb wiped off those wet marks, trying to gather your tears, but simultaneously calm himself.
Your fingers slid around his wrist to make him stop and look at you. You smiled at the view of his face.
« You’re crying ? »
« Look who’s talking, » he sniffled and breathed out a laugh.
« Are you happy ? »
« Happy ? », his eyes widened as if what your question was ridiculous, which it was. « I’ve never loved anyone like I love you right now, » Tim leaned down and pressed his lips on your hand.
« I can’t believe it. »
« We’re going to be a family, » he said, his eyes swelling with happiness. « Fuck, I’m going to be a dad ! » You bit your lips to stop yourself from grinning. Timothée walked around the room, your stare following his every move. « I’m going to be a dad ! », he came to you and hugged you again. You almost lost your balance at his force and ended up in laughter. Tim wrapped his arms around you tight, not letting you escape, not for one second.
And when he did, he held both your hands in his and slipped his fingers around yours, like you were kids on your first day of school, relying on one another, seeking safety and comfort.
« Have you ever thought about it ? Us, having a kid. » You nodded.
« You ? » He grinned widely and pressed his eyes shut, a bit embarrassed.
« Yes. »
« Yes ? »
« You’re surprised ? »
« I don’t know... » He gave you a gentle smile. You noticed the way his stare moved down, hands slowly circling the sensitive skin of your belly. « I just never thought you wanted it with me. » His smile weakened and he reverted his eyes to you, unable to believe that these words were coming out of your mouth.
« I wouldn’t want this with anyone but you, » his voice came out soft and he looked at you, waiting for a response similar to his.
« Why ? »
« Why ? », his hands slowly slid off your belly and held your face. His eyes never narrowed or left yours. « Because I love you. »
« You love me, but will you stay ? »
« Where else would I go ? » You shrugged.
« Promise me that you will always be here. »
« I’ll always be here. »
soul kitchen ༊*·˚
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Summer air, soft, all bloom and scent, fanned in your face. You tilted your hips against the kitchen counter, toes aimlessly tracing patterns between lines and shapes, breathing in the cold tiled floor.
« What are you thinking ? », you watched him, mug covering your mouth, painting your lips a shade of maroon every time red liquid brushed your skin.
Tim sat across from you, leaning on the table similarly, hair ruffled by the wind, head on a bird-like tilt, and eyes meeting yours.
A small smile drew on your face. You just loved having him around. He didn’t have to say anything, do anything, just being there, existing next to you, was enough. He made everything so much better, so much bearable, and your gloomy apartment suddenly turned interesting and colourful, and you could feel the unearthly magic of summer creeping into your heart.
« Nothing... », he murmured, coming closer until his shadow hugged you. His arms lingered on the marble counter and he looked at you.
Twinkling air blew inside, bringing in the few familiar companions of the dark; the flickering moonlight and the rosemary breeze. Loud noises of frenzied cars, filled the gaps of silence along with a distant melody, coming from your old stereo.
Your hand slithered around your nape, holding down your hair, out of your sight as you took another sip of your drink. Timothée chuckled, his fingers tucking leftover pieces behind your ears.
« You said you’d cook. » He frowned playfully.
« I said it, didn’t I ? », he pressed his mouth to the side, stare fixed on you. You bit your lips and nodded, trying not to smile under his stare. « You want me to cook ? »
« Yes. » Tim breathed out but your giggle brightened his face. You wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing yourself close to him. He took the cup off your hands and emptied it for you. « And you have to because you promised. »
« When did I promise ? »
« There’s no way out of it. » Timothée smiled as your watery lips touched his jaw.
« Okay... If my girl wants me to cook, I’ll cook, » he said and you pressed a kiss on his cheek before sliding back into the counter. There was a faint red hue on his skin and you wiped it away with your thumb. His mouth moved to the side, his love for you forcing him to agree to anything you wished. « What do you want ? »
« I don’t have many options, do I ? », you grinned widely. Timothée clicked his tongue and threw his head back. « Something quick. » He gradually returned his gaze at you, mouthing a quick ‘okay.’ « Something edible. »
« You underestimate me but it’s okay. I’ll remember that... », Tim murmured, as he moved to the fridge, searching through the shelves.
An unusual warmth spread throughout your body as you lingered back and watched him move around your kitchen with that kind of natural domesticity. The wine had began its action, making everything feel floaty and hazy but Tim had your focus.
You averted a bit shyly, heat climbing up your cheeks for some strange reason. Tim was murmuring things and you chuckled unsure if he was speaking to you or to himself. He gave you a glance as he let the ingredients beside you, your smile contagious. Timothée stopped for a moment, his hair unruly and cheeks feverish red. His fingers traced back the curls and his eyes wandered around, trying to think if he had forgotten anything.
« I think that’s all, » he mumbled, aimlessly taking the wine bottle and drinking from it. A hushed laugh escaped his mouth when you extended your mug to him. Red stream fell inside before Tim pulled back the bottle and took another sip.
Your stare moved to the ingredients, watching all the vibrant colours of the vegetables. You brought a pepper close to your face to smell it.
« Hey, don’t mess with my mise en place, » Timothée pointed at you. You let it back down carefully in its place.
« Your mise en place, » you mumbled in the same tone and he smiled. With your wine close, your eyes followed him to the cupboards. Noticing your stare, he had to glance at you twice making you laugh deliriously. « What are you making ? »
« Euh… spaghetti, but we’ll see how it turns out. »
« Want me to help, chef ? »
« Euh… », he approached you, a grin drawing on his face. « Sure my little Ratatouille. »
You passed by him to get out a knife. Timothée leaned on his elbows, on the counter next to you, his mouth in a pout as he watched you chopping tomatoes and mincing pepper and onion and garlic until the whole kitchen smelled of fresh vegetables. You bit your lips trying to concentrate through that overwhelming warmth and his gaze.
« Please stop staring at me and let me finish, » you mumbled and Tim playfully moved his eyes in the other direction.
« Are you done ? Can I turn now ? »
« Not yet, » you murmured. Tim smiled, disobeying your words. He chuckled to himself a bit drunkenly and then stood better. His palms trapped your cheeks, pulling you closer and peppering kisses all over your face.
« Tim, I’m holding a knife, » you giggled, as his arms wrapped around you and his breathy kisses tickled your ear.
« Then put it down, » he mumbled, his mouth nuzzling on your neck. You tilted your head to the side and raised your shoulder through melodious laughter.
« Come on, are we doing this or not ? » He pouted, his chin balancing on your shoulder.
« Okay... », Tim breathed out.
« Where’s the pan ? »
« Wait, » he murmured, bringing one. He poured olive oil in it and then you put the onions to caramelise. « The heat not too high. »
« Yeah. »
« Five minutes ? » You nodded and Timothée checked the clock. His hand lingered on your back as he got a few leaves of basil and threw them in the pan. You chuckled and he glanced at you with a smile as you added in the garlic and you let the ingredients sauté before the vinegar.
« Wow, alright, Tony, » he said, making you laughed again.
« Heat chef. »
« Yes, chef. »
« Okay, this smells so nice, » you murmured. Tim hummed in response, mixing the ingredients with a wooden spoon. You poured in the tomatoes before the seasonings. « And now fifteen. » He grinned at you.
« Let’s get some air, » Timothée said. « We’ll leave the water to boil... », he turned on the heat of the pot. « Let’s go. »
Your fingers slid around the half-finished wine bottle and you walked passed him, a mischievous smile stretched on your mouth. He tried to catch your lips but failed miserably and shook his head.
Summer breeze hit your face. You breathed in the night and leaned on the balcony bar. The sky was blue on blue, deeper and deeper shades, long enough for you to dream twice.
Timothée balanced on his arms beside you, his foot stepping in between the railings. You tilted on his shoulder and Tim smiled sweetly. He ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss on top of your head.
« Can’t believe you made me cook, » he said. You bit your lips and looked up at him.
The colours of the city reflected on his skin, painting him with strange combinations, as stars lined his silhouette and wind lured wild pieces of hair at its passage.
« Come on, you love it. »
« I love you. I do it for you, » he glanced at you as he picked out a pack of Gauloises from his back pocket. « I mean I don’t hate it, but I wouldn’t cook for just anyone. »
« Now I feel special, » you beamed. He tilted his head to the side cigarette trapped between his lips and raised a brow.
« What ? You thought you were just anyone ? », Tim brought the lighter to his mouth. With a satisfyingly long drag, he let the smoke evacuate. You grinned bringing the bottle close to you.
« You know I like to hear it. »
« I won’t say it. »
You stayed in silence for a moment, curiously watching the traffic. Cigarette dangled on his fingers, slowly burning charcoal smoke into the night. You stared at him, a small smile trembling on your face.
« Say it, » you leaned lower until your head hid behind your shoulder. Timothée pressed his mouth shut, his lips trapped between his teeth.
« No. »
« Say it, you coward. »
« I won’t say it, » Tim shook his head, taking another drag and then blowing away from your face.
« Say it, so that I don’t think it’s the wine talking. »
« No. » You snatched the cigarette off his lips and Timothée scoffed out a laugh.
« Say it. » His gaze couldn’t leave yours. He took a deep breath and tilted his head shyly on his shoulder.
« I love you. » You grinned, placing the smoke between your lips. He smiled sheepishly, pressing his mouth shut to stop himself. « Now you say it, » he murmured.
« Me ? » He nodded. « So, you want me to say it ? »
« Yes... »
« Fifteen minutes, Chalamet, » you turned back inside.
« That’s... unfair, » he shook his head. « Shit, it smells good. » You smiled as you flicked the cigarette in the sink with a last drag and left the bottle on the counter. Timothée caught it and drank the remaining.
« I think it’s ready, » you mixed the sauce. « The spaghetti please. » He poured them on the boiling pot and waited for a few minutes, before taking them to the sink to stir them.
You watched him as moonlight rays penetrated mysteriously on the floor. You slowly walked closer and hugged him from behind, arms slithering on his hips. Tim smiled and held your hands.
You nuzzled your head between his shoulder blades, and sleepy from the wine, you closed your eyes against his skin. Your lips slowly slid to the side, tracing the line up to his neck, brushing the tender skin lovingly.
« You know I love you. »
« I know, » he said softly, giving you a glance. « And I knew you would give in and say it. » A wolfish grin stretched on your face and Timothée turned around to face you. « You always do. »
« I’m such a coward, I always give in, » you mumbled. He took your hand and twirled you around once before trapping you into a hug against his chest. Your eyes closed.
« It’s okay, » he whispered, holding your face. « I think, I’ll finish this. »
You nodded and moved to the table, taking a seat.
You looked him in the eyes as he mixed the sauce with the spaghetti and he puffed out his cheeks, trying to concentrate. Tim could feel your persistent stare but let you have this moment to yourself.
Proudly, he passed you your plate and you brought his neck close after thanking him. You pressed your mouth on his, no pressing further, simply soaking into each other.
You ate, talking quietly ahead, laughing, smiling, and as you watched him, you couldn’t help but look beyond your own happiness, taking small glimpses of thousands of other people whose names you would never hear, and knew that there was a great unrecorded history.
ease the pain ༊*·˚
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synopsis: timothée taking care of you on your period
Your shoulder leaned against the doorframe.
The room was gloomy, the only light that of the last sun rays, slipping between the crevices of half-closed shutters. Cicadas sang, not losing their rhythm, hidden on trees. It was a warm day, summer all over the air, with a cool breeze swimming inside, allowing you to breath.
Timothée laid in bed, back touching the soft mattress, swimsuit still on, the taste of sea stained on his body. He wasn’t sleeping. He held one of your books close to his eyes, not really reading but too bored for anything else, as hand rested above his head, toying with pieces of hair, aimlessly pulling them back. His cheeks were sunburned and you couldn’t prevent yourself from smiling at the view of him with yoghourt spread all across the red areas.
« Good news, » you mumbled, Timothée looked at you on top of the book. « Just got my period. » A small smile grew on his lips.
« And ? How are you feeling ? » You breathed out tilting your head on the bathroom door.
« Shit. » Tim let the book fall on his stomach and motioned for you to come closer. You fell on the bed beside him drained, already exhausted, your face fading.
« Come here, » he said and wrapped one arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to his chest. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, accidentally smudging your hair with yoghourt. « Shit, made you full of yoghourt. » You smiled through your discomfort, letting your hand touch his sternum for comfort. He grinned too by his helpless attempts to clean you up.
« You’re so clumsy, » you murmured and Tim chuckled.
« Sorry, » he said sheepishly. You left a kiss on his neck, hand gently brushing his skin, fingers following the line of his jaw, before raising your head a bit.
« How’s the sunburn going ? » His lips turned down into an exagerated frown, makng your lips curl up. « I can’t go swimming, you know. »
« It’s okay, we can stay. »
« You should go. » Timothée shook his head. « You wanted to go. »
« And leave you here ? I don’t wanna go without you, » he said softly, his mouth brushing your head, as fingers pulled back your hair. « Where would I go without you ? », he murmured.
You tried to hush out a painful moan, hands fumbling on your stomach, pressing the skin inside to move the pain on the exterior but nothing helped. The pain was strong, continuous and merciless. One arm draped across your eyes, feeling as if knives were jabbing at your insides. Timothée gasped.
« It hurts ? »
« You men are so lucky, » you mumbled. « You don’t have to deal with any of this shit. » He bit his lips, eyes at you.
« Do you want me to get you a doliprane ? » You nodded. « Okay, » he said, standing up, book slipping between you. You picked it in your hands, looking through the pages as he searched around. Your knees curled up to your chest to ease the pain. « Where you got them ? »
« In my bag, I think. » Tim moved to your stuff, finally finding the pack, and then headed to the kitchen to get you water.
« Hey, you got pads, tampons or… », you heard his voice closer to you. « I don’t know. Do you want me to go get some ? »
« Thanks, I’m good, » you said, tossing the book aside before taking the water and the pills.
« Are you sure ? I can go. It’s noth- » You shook your head. « Okay... »
Tim left for to the bathroom to clean up his face. You could hear the water running and the tap opening and closing, while you laid on bed, staring at the ceiling. He then came back to you, hands all wet and without warning he ran them over your face and your forehead, making you smile.
« Better ? », he asked with a grin, sitting down next to you.
« Yes, » you chuckled. He got your legs on top of him and looked at you, mouth pressed to the side, thinking.
« It’ll kick in, » Tim said, hand patting your legs sympathetically, and you breathed out while holding your stomach. « Do you want me to open the windows ? Let the air in. »
« Yes, » your head moved to the side, following him. Timothée opened the shutters, your eyes flinching at the sudden burst of light. He lingered momentarily, staring at the view outside before returning to you. « Come here. » He smiled and fell on the bed beside you.
You scooted closer, nestling your face in his chest. His embrace was warm and you could smell his natural scent as you closed your eyes with a smile.
Tim reached out and soothingly pushed the hair back from your forehead. He pressed a sweet kiss on top of your head and you leaned into his touch lethargically, slowly falling at the hug of Morpheus.
i prefer it by moonlight ༊*·˚
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synopsis: an evening at the beach with timothée but it’s just the two of you
*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent
Somewhere in the hills behind you, the sun was melting in the west. It was late in the evening and everything was slowly turning soft, blue and melancholic.
Waves came. Waves left.
They faded in the shore; every breath from the sea so full of life that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. You watched them cover colourful pebbles, glimmering under the mute presence of the moon, leaving trails of sea foam behind to dissolve into the air.
The voice of the sea was seductive, never ceasing, whispering.
A smile stretched on your lips. There was something so magical about that hour. A crescent moon was rising between sweet clouds, its light becoming more and more luminous as the atmosphere darkened, obeying a victorious night.
Your chin fell to the side and you stared at Timothée. He was laying on his towel, your towel, stomach touching the ground and back open to the sky. His cheek hid behind his shoulder, eyes fixed on grains of sand that slipped between his fingers, and each with unique silverness sank into the golden surface. A seashell sat on his arm, one of those that used to have a match, now alone in the comfort of his skin.
Without a word, you captured it between your fingers and then fell on your back. The corners of his mouth curved up as he turned his gaze to you, covering a sweet smile behind his arm.
Iridescent colours danced inside the shell, while bizarre combinations of whites, browns and oranges hugged the outside skin. It was a strange one.
Tim observed you leaving the seashell back on your towel and then leaning your head to meet him. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you extended your hand and touched his hair, brushing through damp curls soaked in salt.
« I’m going in, » you said, trying to catch his eyes behind a dark pair of sunglasses.
Timothée tilted his head on his shoulder, watching your figure shrink as you stood up and walked to the water. Reflexively, he tossed his glasses on the towel and followed your footprints, feet stepping on the mould you created before him. Glistering pebbles pierced his skin and sea foam washed him.
« Do you think the sun set ? », you turned back orphically. Your hands stayed on your hips at the feeling of the cool water climbing up your skin.
« I don’t know… », he murmured, walking carefully, trying to neutralise with rocks and water until he found sand.
« What do you think ? »
His hand stretched in your direction and you caught it, fingers wanting nothing more than to hold him close.
« Yes… »
« Yes ? »
« No ? » A smile played on your mouth and Timothée chuckled at the feeling of cold chills, spreading throughout his body. « Why ? » You shrugged.
Waves crashed your legs. The flesh of the sea was holding a mirror and you watched your knees dissolving into the sky. Sand and salt stirred in the air. The soppy waft was splashing kisses on you as the breeze with the distant smell of rosemary ran its fingers through your hair, luring it along.
Without warning, Timothée pulled you by the hand close to him and kissed you on the lips. You smiled and wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing him into a hug. Your eyes peered at the beach as you balanced your chin on top of his shoulder.
« Everyone’s gone, » you murmured with a frown, lips softly caressing his neck, and Tim turned around.
Everyone had left. It was just you, him and the tender twilight. You always imagined that everyone shared your love for dreamlike hues and the promise of starlight. It came to you as a surprise to watch the beach empty.
« It’s just us then. » You smiled, glancing back at him. Your fingers lingered on the back of his hair before bodies disconnected.
A rose glow faded on the horizon and melodious laughter echoed at sunset’s dying glory, slowly vanishing into the air as you let the water hug you.
Under the surface, everything looked blurry. Specs danced in the water and hair floated everywhere. The sky’s reflection sank in with you while the sea consumed the both of you.
Timothée’s hand wrapped around your ankle, trying to hold you back so he could keep up with your pace. A grin curled up on your face and bubbles floated on the surface while you traveled further and further into the sea.
Gasping for air you emerged. You pulled your hair behind as eyes scanned the blue for Tim. Aimlessly you swam deeper to the white buoys, waiting. But as the seconds passed, you became more aware of the vastness that opened around you, and the idea of how easily it was to be swallowed in it made panic creep into your heart.
As if reading your mind, Tim appeared at once a few meters away.
« Asshole, » you muttered paddling deeper to where he was.
« Look what I found, » he said breathlessly, a huge smile plastered on his lips. With a shake of his head, he unglued the hair off his face and then caught your hand. « Open your hand. »
« You almost drowned, » you mumbled, looking at the shell he placed on your palm. It was one of the thin curly ones but it was much bigger than what you’d usually find.
« For you. » You grinned, stretching your neck to place a sweet kiss on the side of his mouth.
« Thank you. »
He kissed you back with more force, causing the both of you to dive underwater. Timothée helplessly cupped your face, eyes unable to focus and lips brushing vague shapes against any skin they could catch, slipping from mouth to nose, cheek, neck, anywhere.
Amid the sea, you dived through moonlit passages and secret sea tunnels. You swam, neptunian children under the faint moon, your laughter flowing between tamarisks and sea daffodils until the night shadows stretched impossibly long and the sky took in the colour of a ripe bruise.
« What are we going to do when we get back home ? », you asked. Your feet touched the soft sand as the waves pushed you closer to the shallows. Timothée bit his lips, his hands sheepishly entangling with yours.
« What are we going to do when we get back home ? », he repeated your question a bit distracted by your arms that slithered around his neck.
« What do you want ? »
« Anything you want. »
« What do I want ? », you pressed your mouth into a smile. « I have some things in mind... » A boyish grin grew on his face.
« Tell me. » You stared at him and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him as droplets streamed from his hair down to his lips, staining them maroon and swollen.
One hand stopped toying with his hair and slowly trailed to his chest, down his stomach. A sharp inhale left his lips, followed by a small laugh, when you moved dangerously low and rested your hand on his crotch. He blissfully dropped his head to your face, mouth agape against the skin of your cheek. You pulled back and he tried to catch your arm but you let it fall on his hip.
« What do you want ? To tease me to death ? », he breathed out a smile and held your legs. Your arms slithered around him tightly as he drifted you to the shore.
You laid on the sand, hair spread around and hands resting above your head. Splashes of moonlight danced on everything it touched giving a subtle reflection on your glistering body. One foot was bent toying like a pendulum left to right, while the other feet dissolved into the sea.
You tilted your head to the side mischievously, eyes shining in grotesque triumph. Timothée looked down at you, a lurking glint in his gaze. He kneeled.
You touched him, first with only the fingertips, but then, more daring, with the whole palm. Your hand slowly stayed on his nape, supporting his forehead against yours.
« Kiss me, » you said, nose playfully brushing his, making his mouth curl up. You licked away his grin as lips soft soaked to yours.
Tim hovered on top of you, his body leaving wet stains on yours.
He kissed your neck, hand eager, trailing down to your chest. Your breath turned unstable, a strike of pleasure warming you up from the inside out, as his mouth tried to push your top aside and his teeth appeared, grazing over your skin. You pushed the hair from his eyes and gasped at the sensation.
Timothée glanced at you and let out a hushed moan to sink into your skin. His fingers pressed against your stomach, slowly tilting to the side on your hip to untangle the stubborn knot of your swimsuit. The strings fell to the sand and his hand followed the curve of your thigh, gripping tightly the flesh. He rubbed your apex, making your leg slither around him and stitch him on you.
Bated breaths warmed your face, lips desperately trying to touch skin. Without saying anything, your hand swam between your bodies. Tim groaned in your mouth when your fingers laced around his crotch, the kisses becoming lingering and longer.
You brought him close to you and bodies sank deep into each other. Blissed out, he lunged forward. You melted, stirring two parts of a whole finally into one.
Soft summer night danced in the air mixing memory with desire. The wind’s roar and its chills aligned to bring your bodies impossibly close. The moon was fully out, sky darkening, sea swelling.
You breathed each other in, letting the other inhale the air, the strained sounds the one was eliciting from the other. You moaned, his name and nothing else on your lips, as you reached for his shoulder, squeezing his skin hard.
Clasped into one, you writhed together, gripping and tugging and scratching. A thrust and then another. Until a wave of shuddering moved over his skin and you erratic, moved by a brutish need, engulfed by the flames of passion, you twisted your body and pushed at his shoulders and in one swift second your bodies switched places.
Your head fell back and chest expanded, the sweet feeling of suffocation taking over your body. A spasm of pleasure shook Timothée and he groaned.
A hush fell over the world.
Panting heavily you glanced around you. The night rolled itself away into great, soft horizon; the sky gleamed blue and silvery. Then your gaze fell on him and you smiled.
He lifted his head to catch your mouth but you tipped his neck back and leaned close to him, lips swollen and salty brushed against each other as cold waves drifted up your legs.