I've talked to people who still support Timothée and I've talked to those who no longer support him and there are those of us who support him, but we think he's being a big idiot right now. I read a reflection this morning from someone who said he missed old Timmy, I think we all feel the same way. We can feel how we feel, it is valid but we cannot help but accept that he is doing what he believes is good for him and his career, he is moving the chips that he believes he must move to stay in Hollywood because whether we like it or not, He's a fucking Hollywood actor. I fear a deterioration in his image, right now there are very good actors his age in the industry who are advancing in a line of "respected actors" and who can relegate him. Paul Mescal or Tom Holland himself are actors who can win the nod of serious directors who would no longer want to work with a Timothée in his Kardashian era. I just hope this trick is worth it for him.
Your dress got tossed on the floor the moment you stood up and walked towards your room, with Timothée and Florence closely following you.
You were damn aware you were completely naked (for some strange reason, you weren't wearing any underwear) but you didn't care. They loved you, you loved them...
... and now you wanted all of you to love each other.
You got into your bedroom and sat on the bed next to Flo. "How strange", you thought, "this is an enormous mattress. Mine wasn't this size".
Timmy couldn't live without music, so he carried your phone with him and now he was plugging it on your speaker (weird, as well, that he moved around so confidently around your bedroom. As if somehow he had been there before...)
"Oh... this one's good!" he laughed, swaying along the latin, saucy song.
“You're gorgeous, Timmy” you said, not being able to take your eyes away from him.
“You’re not so bad looking neither, darling” Tim smiled. The sight of you completely naked pleased him a lot.
“Let’s put on a dance for Y/N, Chalamet!” Florence stood up, joining him.
Both of them moved with the music, laughing and having a good time. He was a great dancer, his hips moved seductively while he looked at you, still sitting on the bed and smiling, amused at the sight in front of you. Flo got closer to him, rubbing her body against his, never loosing sight of you.
It was as if a spell had fallen down on you. Even if you had tried, you couldn't have looked away. Watching those two absolutely gorgeous people was almost too much to handle. You felt like you didn’t belong there at all. And still, there was something in the way they looked at you, in the way they had touched and kissed you, that made you feel certain they wanted you with the same intensity you wanted them.
"I can't be the only one naked in here!" you said, feeling your face turning red immediately afterwards.
"Of course not" he said, and both of them continued dancing, getting stripped in front of you.
You couldn't believe your eyes. They were absolutely breathtaking.
Florence got closer to you and turned around, sitting on your lap. She put your hands on her breasts and you massaged them while she continued moving ritmically to the music.
"Mmm... baby" she moaned, throwing her head back, "that feels so good..."
You squeezed her boobs sensually, taking all the time to feel your hands filled by them, pinching softly her hard buds.
In that precise moment, you gaze met with Timothée's. He was absolutely hypnotised, licking his lips at the sight of you giving Florence the pleasure she desperately needed.
"Like what you see?" you asked him.
"I... fuck..." he cursed, passing a hand absentmindedly over his growing erection. "You have no idea what you both do to me".
Florence and you looked at each other for a moment and then smiled at the same time. It was as if your thoughts were connected. You let go of her and looked at Tim, expecting her next move.
“Remember the first time you kissed me?” Florence stood up and approached him, her deep voice a thousand times more seductive than it normally was.
“How could I forget it, Amy March?” Timmy smiled, walking closer to her as well.
"Kiss me again".
They kissed with passion, both mouths devouring each other's, letting go moans of desire.
You didn’t feel jealous. Not a single time. You just couldn't, that was the most erotic scene your eyes have ever witnessed. You wanted them, but knowing they also wanted each other only made you feel more turned on than you already were.
The kiss grew up in intensity and he ran his hands through her body, grabbing every single part, eagerly exploring her. She touched his hair, his arms, his back, squeezed his ass and massaged his erection, repeating softly his name.
Your pussy was on fire. A wet, beating mess.
Almost involuntarily, you opened your legs and moved your hand closer to your thighs. There had been times in the past when you had masturbated yourself at the thought of them, but never like this.
Tim turned his head towards you, and stopped touching Flo as soon as he saw what you were doing. She also stopped and looked at you with lust-filled eyes.
"Want me to help you with that, baby?" he suggested, his eyes fixed on the wet space between your open legs. "Wanna feel my cock on your perfect, tight cunt?"
You slipped a finger between your folds, letting go a cry of ecstasy.
"That's right, love" Florence encouraged you. "Touch yourself for us".
A second finger entered you and you lost control over your own body. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing existed. Only you and that moment.
"I... need... I... want... mmmmmmmhhhhh" you squirmed on the bed, closing your eyes and trying to hold onto that feeling of complete abandonment. "Please..." you said, opening them again and looking at both, "please... I'm yours... I'm yours... take me. Please".
They came closer to you and Flo gently removed your fingers from yourself.
"WE are yours, Y/N" she said, and then she licked Timmy's long index and middle finger.
The handsome boy looked intensely at you. "Open wide, mon coeur".
Opening your legs even more, his fingers substituted yours, curling inside you to reach that sweet spot that made you come among cries and moanings of intense pleasure.
You collapsed on the bed, legs trembling after your overwhelming orgasm. You were sweating, trying to recover your breath.
Tim licked his middle finger and Flo his index finger, both of them completely coated on your juices.
They both were smiling, expectant. There was electricity in the air, you all could feel it. However, you didn’t dare to say anything, feeling completely happy by just admiring those perfect human beings.
“What else can we do for you, my angel?” Timothée asked softly.
"I wanna watch you" you admitted, coyly. "Both of you, enjoying yourselves. Giving pleasure to each other. If you want, of course. I would NEVER make you do something you don't want to".
Timmy looked at the gorgeous naked blonde girl who was lying in bed next to you.
"Do you think I don't want her?" he sensually caressed her legs, his cock hard as a rock, with some pre-cum already dropping out of it. "Look at her. She's gorgeous".
Florence laid back completely and opened her legs wide. Then she stared back at you, cheekily. "This is how much I want him, Y/N".
You thought he was gonna slid inside her, but no.
"I've always wanted to do this to you..." he confessed to Florence, and immediately afterwards he grabbed her hips and buried his head between her legs, eating her out.
"Timmy... ohhh... oh, my... mmmm" Florence was moaning in pleasure, arching her back in delight. Her knuckles completely white by how hard she was grabbing the bedsheets. You were mere centimeters away from them, wetting yourself again at the wonderful sight in front of your eyes.
But you couldn't just stay there watching. So, you moved to get behind him, and your hand found his dripping member, caressing softly his length at first, and then faster. Your actions made his mouth vibrate against Florence's sensitive clit, and even when he couldn't scream in pleasure as she was, his muffled moans were enough for you to know he was enjoying it.
Both of them came almost at the same time, and you all collapsed on the bed, hugging each other.
Sweaty, happy, satisfied.
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The hours passed.
Skin on skin.
Mouth on mouth.
You laid on the bed right besides Flo, legs open, while Tim slowly finger-fucked you both at the same time. Right hand for you, left hand for her. You both came in cries of ecstasy, screaming his name.
Florence and you took turns to suck him off, making him a complete mess, giving him the glorious sight of both of your faces covered in his cum.
Florence’s tongue explored your most intimate part while Tim took her from behind. You don’t remember if you came before or after her.
Tim opened your legs and buried himself deep inside you while the blonde beauty sat on your face, making you give her the same pleasure she had given to you mere moments ago.
There was no way of distinguish were your body ended and Florence’s started. There was no separation between your swollen, overstimulated clit and Timmy’s rock-hard dick.
You sucked on Florence’s nipples while he stroke his length, his desperate moans and cries of pleasure the perfect background noise for your actions.
She left marks on his back with her long fingernails when he entered her body. He sucked the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving his own marks there when he did the same to you.
You loved them.
They loved you back.
They loved each other.
All night long.
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The weak rays of light of the brand new day filtered through the curtains. The whole room smelled of sex: a sinful combination of the scent of your sweaty naked bodies, lying on the King- sized bed.
A flying thought crossed your mind: you started to wonder where the hell your roommate and best friend was. There was no way she could have had missed your Birthday, for God’s sake.
Very slowly, you sat on the mattress.
Something odd about that whole situation made you feel a little uneasy (in addition to the fact that two of the most famous Hollywood actors were lying naked alongside you in bed).
However, that feeling only lasted for a couple of seconds.
Florence turned around and the rays of sunshine illuminated her blonde hair. It seemed like she carried the sun inside her, making her the only responsible of that golden glow in your bedroom. She was so gorgeous: you admired the soft curves of her body, her bright big eyes and rosed cheeks. She smiled, and you smiled at her as well.
Lying between both of you, the young greek God was starting to wake up as well.
Timothée was perfect. There was no way you could love another man as much as you loved him. Your eyes feasted on every inch of his naked figure, admiring his toned arms and the freckles that covered his nose, his neck and chest. Everything about his lean figure reminded you to a work of art. He stretched, yawning delicately.
“Morning” he smiled, and without second thoughts, both Florence and you hugged him. His arms rested on your respective backs, slowly caressing you both.
“That was the best Birthday ever” you confessed, feeling happier than ever.
“Je t’aime” Timmy said, smiling. “Je vous aime tous les deux. Merci pour la meilleure nuit de ma vie”
“Whatever that means, love” Flo licked his lips lovingly with the tip of her tongue, before kissing him.
“How do you call this in France, Timmy?” You asked, leaving short kisses in his neck.
“Fête d’anniversaire?” He asked, dubious, caressing your head and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.
“No!”, you laughed. “What we just did”
“Oh…” he laughed as well. “That was a ménage à trois, Y/N”
“I like it. Sounds good” you sighed, putting your hand on his chest. You intertwined your fingers with Florence’s, whose hand was also resting on his chest.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N” Florence sighed, lovingly caressing your fingers.
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“Mhmmm…. Mhmmm…”
“Y/N… Hey, hey… wake up!”
Very slowly, you opened your eyes. Anna, your roommate and best friend, was staring back at you with an amused expression on her face.
“What?… why?… where?” you mumbled, sitting down on your small, individual bed.
“Holy shit, Y/N, what the hell was that?” Anna laughed at your confused expression.
"What do you mean?"
“We were watching Little Women last night and you fell asleep. I left your room and this morning I came here to wake you up... and you were MOANING. Moaning, Y/N”.
Her laugh filled your ears, your face completely red from the embarrassment.
“Were you having a wet dream? Damn, I knew Little Women made you cry but I never thought it turned you on as well!”
“Oh, shut up” you pushed her aside jokingly, laughing as well. Shit, that was very embarrassing.
“Anyway, Happy Birthday, Y/N!” Anna grabbed the little cupcake that she had left on your bedside table. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you something fancier to celebrate”.
“Oh, it’s fine, thank you” you smiled, blowing at the golden candle on the cupcake. “Something fancier like what?”
“Oh, well, I don’t know… Florence Pugh and Timothée Chalamet, maybe”.
Disclaimer: it's inappropriate and Timothée is entering his dark daddy era (thank you @meetmyothersouls )
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Minka's POV
"It was just Hayden darling, nothing to start a commonwealth war about." The moment I got off the phone with Hayden and returned to me and Timothée's bubble, I was in for a lecture.
He wasn't the timid boy I met at Houdini's Mansion in Laurel Canyon.
Something offset a possessive gene in him, I'm not going to lie, his unstable covetous dominance is very attractive.
Right now, he was sitting on the edge of his messy bed in just his sweatpants that hung low on his thin hips. I could see the top of public hair and it was distracting. His curls were messy due to my tugging and our tossing. His eyebrows that are aesthetically pleasing are even dominant, almost a unibrow but not quite, that with his nose have an arabesque quality, very beautiful. I watched his jaw clench, showing off his high cheekbones, a Capricorn trait.
"He wants you. Everyone knows that.' He emphasized every word, as he spoke with his hands.
"How do you know it's not one of the many Hollywood rumors?" I countered.
"Chouchou, people in our circles have told me." He smirked without humor in his Hazel eyes.
"They're mistaken, we're just good friends and I help him with Rose." Briar Rose Christensen is Hayden's adorable six year old daughter, by Rachel Bilson. She barely acknowledges her daughter sadly but Hayden doesn't seem to mind, he's sweetly selfish with his child who adores him. I love her, and help spoil her. I buy everything in sight for a child for her, we've been to Disneyland and Knotts, I've taken her to Camelot in Buena Park too. People seem to think it means I'm seeing Hayden but I'm not.
We've acted together intimately, he has asked me out once but I turned him down, I didn't want to ruin our friendship. He's gotten over me.
Timothee isn't convinced.
"Come here, we're putting a pause on this discussion. But that doesn't mean it's over." His voice had an end of discussion tone. I obediently made my way over to him and he pulled me down in his lap, hands tightly gripping my waist as he rubbed his nose against my chest and sighed. I tenderly brushed my fingers through his soft ringlets.
I felt his bones melt as I massaged his scalp. This feels more intimate than a night and morning of passion. "I'm sorry, I know I'm being toxic and I know you didn't expect anything but a hookup, but chouchou, there's a connection I feel with you and I'm going to risk looking like an idiot and say that there's definitely something more."
My heart pounded in my chest, my stomach was being eaten like it was wool to moths. I know it's fast but I've always had a thing for him so this was like a fantasy come to life. I stroked his cheek tenderly with my thumb, he has such a pretty face.
"You can totally call me a psycho and tell me to beat it if you want." He said this but his hands squeezing me tighter said others, there was no way I was leaving this lap anytime soon.
"What does chouchou mean?"
He groaned "don't tease me Minka–"
"Oh so you do know my name!" I joked.
"Yes of course, and it's the most beautiful name I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. But you're so precious and deserve many names, not just one." He kissed my throat and then the top of my breasts, sending shivers through my body. "Many things, it's a term of endearment, like my pet, my dear, my darling, and comparable to a little baubles or chachki."
I bit my lip and stroked behind his ear, emitting a shiver from him. "Like I'm your little pretty bauble, or trinket?"
His hands cupped my curvaceous ass pulling me impossibly closer. "Something Like that."
"I like that…I like you, I feel the connection too, koza." I kissed behind his ear before moving my lips down to his neck. He gripped my waist with a moan.
He tugged down his sweats a little more to release his bobbing cock, and then lifted my hips, before thrusting his thick, long length up inside of me.
Thank God he got me ibuprofen because I'd still be sore. What am I saying? Like that would stop me. I rode him until I forgot my own name and only remembered his.
We made love four more times before taking a nap. I woke up after twenty three minutes and cooked us something to eat. I made us crispy chicken fettuccine Alfredo, with a lot of Trebbiano wine in the sauce and a little bit of truffle oil. I poured a glass to drink. It wasn't bad, a Trebbiano D'Abruzzo by Citra. It's soft, dry, and pleasantly floral with a crisp, citrus finish. I made a broccoli and prosciutto salad to go with the late lunch. I walked around his house with my glass of Trebbiano, it wasn't too personal of a house since he lives mostly in New York.
I frowned thinking of what I'd do without him when he was in the big apple. Not even twenty four hours and this man has got me wounded with a cupid's arrow. But I've never felt such a strong connection. I wore his Bauhaus t-shirt smelling it, he smells so good oh God. There's just something so specifically Timothée about it.
Suddenly music played through the speakers throughout the house, modern r&B. I felt his presence before he entered the room, then the warmth of his chest pressed into my back and his arms enveloped my waist. I closed my eyes and was reminded of the soreness in my cunt.
I laid my hand on his wrist pressing myself closer as he kissed my neck. I wordlessly handed him the Trebbiano and he finished the rest. "It smells good, you're cooking for me?"
I nodded.
"No one's ever cooked for me before. " He said as felt my thighs. "Except my mom of course."
"Really?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, you have to remember the majority of my relationships are for work so the sentimentality is lost."
Ah yes, the woes of being an actor. "But any secret relationships?" He had me melted against his chest in his arms . He shook his head. "Too busy and I'm not very popular." He laughed.
I scoffed. "You're a liar, magazine's call you a sex icon."
"Yeah well if I wasn't famous and put into the position I think I wouldn't have so many admirers."
I rolled my eyes. "Koza, that's crazy talk." I turned around in his arms and placed my hands on his naked chest, I looked up into his eyes seductively paired with a smirk, I knew he couldn't look away from my very full lips and the natural nearly heart shaped beauty mark at the corner of my lips. His eyes turned a fog green when he was horny, I noticed. "Handsome, let me tell you. You look exactly like the type of boys I went for when I wasn't going for girls." He swallowed, causing his Adam's apple to bob. "Lanky, skinny, big hand, perry Farrell kind of charmer" I pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him. "And I know you have no idea who that is, but baby let me tell you that's my type and that is such a good thing." I licked his chest up his neck and he whimpered. I rubbed my pussy against his cock before I was flipped over and he slammed into me in one motion.
My eyes widened and I gasped, feeling like a well chewed squeak toy. His thrusts were dangerously deep and wickedly slow. I stared up into his eyes boldly as I released cries of Rapture and squeezed around his endowment. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared into my eyes with burning heat. I screamed in ecstasy as we didn't look away, we just stared and let go and it was so intimate.
He came in me again and I felt alive, it felt like waves crashing against the rocks of a cliff, but fuck. "Shit, Tim, I told you I'm not on-"
He kissed my lips quiet. When I was light headed he pulled his mouth off of me. I opened my mouth to speak and he slowly pulled out and slapped my ass. "Let's go eat, you took my energy."
"Tim–"
"Let's eat."
I knew I wasn't going to be able to get through not now, so I got up with his help and he pulled me to his lovely kitchen.
We ate until we couldn't move and he told me I cook better than anyone he's ever eaten from. I was too happy to care about the cum dripping down my leg.
Sof I am proud of how composed you have handled the Tim situation. I have come across many fan blogs run by mates much older trying to cancel him, saying they hate him and being childish saying they hope his dick falls off.
For you where’s your head at? Do have any resentment towards him? Did you ever think about the possibility of not being a fan? I would like to hear your opinion :D
not his dick falling off!! we’ve all said that about a man at least once, so i get it🤣
meanwhile i’m like…
listen, i’m in no position to judge how anyone’s feeling. it’s a hard predicament to put anyone in, and i think all the decisions and feelings are valid.
have you ever heard frank ocean say “i care for you still and i will forever?” that’s exactly how i feel right now, that may eventually change, who knows.
what i can tell you is that i spent lots of time trying to figure shit out that by now i’ve kinda just accepted it and moved on. can i do anything about it? no. does this affect me in any way of my personal life? no. would i like it if i had strangers commenting about my private life? absolutely not. so as much as i love timothée, his dating life does not affect my everyday life. he is not the main focus of my life and i don’t want neither can spend all my time invested in him.
now, this doesn’t mean i’m a kylie fan whatsoever. i think we’re all well aware of the fucked up things she’s done and how she’s not one to hold herself accountable, but with how long this apparently has been going on it’s safe to say she’s what timothée wants, so to each his own🤷♀️
do i think it’s hypocritical from his end with everything that he preaches to be in the public eye? yeah, absolutely! but there’s nothing i can do about it so i’d rather not waste more of my time on it.
my advice here would be to not hyperfixate on things you can’t control. especially not celebrities, you’ll always end up disappointed because they’ll never meet your standards. at the end of the day they are just like any of us, but for some reason we hold them to higher moral standards that not even the average person would meet.
hopefully everything i said makes sense! btw this is the last thing i’m answering surrounding the topic.
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