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[notjohnlegere]

I’m In Awe!

1,000 followers!!!

That’s absolutely crazy to me! Thank you so so so much for your support and the love you give me. 💕

I say it all the time, and will continue saying it, I can’t believe my little hobby has taken off so much. It’s absolutely astounding to me that you all enjoy my writing so much. Thank you so sincerely from the bottom of my heart. ☺️

There is more to come, even if it comes slowly. I haven’t forgotten you! Requests are always, always, always open. ⭐️

[notjohnlegere]

ummmmmm hi!

sorry I’ve abandoned you guys, but I thought I’d at least check in and let you know I’m still around! I haven’t written in ages, what’s up? how are you guys doing? 🤗

[notjohnlegere]

Hellloooooo!

Sadly I am not back with a fic for you (yet! *wink*) but I just saw Bones & All tonight and let me tell you guys it was incredible!!!!

I don’t want to give away any spoilers or details but if you’re a fan of horror (or at the very least can cover your eyes when some of the gore-y parts come) you NEED TO SEE IT!! I can see why our boy is so proud of it — I had to sit in my car for about 10 minutes afterward and just think about it all…

And oh GOD Taylor Russell stole the show! Spectacular, gorgeous, and just captivating!

Did you see the movie yet? Did you love it? ✨

[notjohnlegere]

hey i just wanted to check in bc it's been almost 2 months since you last posted, i hope everything is alright :) i've been rereading your stuff a lot recently, i really wish i could read it all again for the first time. hopefully you'll be back soon (no pressure of course) <3

Oh my god- HI!!!!

Well well well, if it isn’t little ole me. I cannot believe I abandoned you guys!!! If I’m being completely honest, I forgot about this account (yeah, life has been that crazy…)

I’m alive! I’m doing okay! You’re so sweet for checking on me, it makes my heart so warm. I love love love you!

Not sure when I’ll be back, but I hope to get in the groove of writing again soon. I’ve got a new relationship so maybe it’ll give me some new inspo? 🙏🏻

In the meantime, thanks for all the endless love! Gah, even when I’m not around... 🥺💗

Kisses x

[notjohnlegere]

Hello!!!!

So sorry about my absence. The life of an adult is always a wild one, so I haven’t had much time to indulge in writing.

I’m back with a little something for you! I wasn’t able to form it into a full story, but hopefully it quenches your Timmy thirst a little. Enjoy! 💖

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Over You

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Over You

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

timmy confesses his feelings to his journal after he is rejected by the reader. angst.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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I don’t see you as anything more than a friend. You’re like family to me.

It’d been almost 6 months since she uttered those words to me. She was so sweet about it, letting me down gently and ignoring the way my face fell. We moved on like nothing happened. We continued being friends, hanging out, spending hours texting. Nothing changed and that’s the most awful thing I’m grateful for.

My feelings for her came slowly, but my realization of them hit me hard. I felt like one of those men you see on cartoons, getting crushed by the weight of a piano coming from god-knows-where in the sky. I woke up one day, an average day with nothing special around the edges, and knew I loved her.

I wrestled with the idea for months. Surely I was just hurt. I had gone through breakups, I had spent so much time alone—clearly this was just my way of seeking something stable. I wanted to be with the only one that truly cared for me and had my back. I couldn’t shake it, though. For some reason I had fallen hard, without my own permission, and it was eating away at my flesh.

I rationalized the idea for weeks on end. There’s no way she doesn’t love me back, I had thought. The things she does with me aren’t just friend things. I thought about all the things she’d ever said to me. The way she would compliment me, or reassure me, or hold me when I’m low. She loved me and there was no doubt about it. This is what I had been waiting for my whole life.

I got obsessive. Every man that spoke to her, every woman that wanted to be her friend, everyone that appreciated her that wasn’t me lit a flame of jealousy that would roar to life and turn into a forest fire. I was constantly snooping. Asking questions without asking them directly, hoping she’d give me details. Wishing she would just tell me that they didn’t matter, all she needed was me.

After the turmoil, the nervousness, the stuttering (I never stutter), I finally decided it was time to tell her. I had written so many letters to her that no one would ever read. I needed to let her know, I needed her to tell me that she wanted me too. I needed her to let me know that she and I had been unhappy for so long because we were overlooking each other.

So I told her. I texted her with shaky fingers and got so nervous I turned my phone off. I was sweating. I felt like I would hurl. I paced around my room for a while before turning my phone back on, and there it was: a notification from her.

That certainly came out of left field.

My heart dropped. She didn’t agree with me. She didn’t tell me that she’d been waiting on me to come to the realization. She told me exactly what I didn’t want to hear.

Is there any chance that you might like me in the future?

No, sorry.

And that was that. I began trying to get over her. I threw myself into the arms of another, and another, and another. I got a few new jobs. I busied myself with other friends. I started spending more time alone, comforting myself because no one else would do it for me.

I finally got over her.

Six months later, here I am. Lying in my room, high as a kite, staring at the ceiling, music booming from my stereo system so loudly I can’t hear the lyrics anymore. It’s dark, it’s raining outside, and my mind is on her. My heart still thumps every time I get a text from her. My chest still aches when she tells me she’s interested in some other guy that’s better than me.

This is what being over her feels like. It’s wanting to kiss her but knowing I can’t. It’s almost reaching for her hand but stopping myself. It’s her being gone with friends, but I’m wishing she’d be on the phone with me instead, ignoring whoever else is there. Being over her is not an act of no longer feeling. It’s not closing my heart off so she can never bother it again. It’s not avoiding looking at her so I don’t have to see those shining eyes again. It’s loving her just as much as I did on day one, but letting her be who she wants with whoever she chooses.

If this is true love, which I wholeheartedly believe it is because I have never felt such a thing as strong, I have to let her be happy. And if she is unhappy with me, that’s not what she deserves. So I will sit back, aching heart and all, and smile. Next to her, miles away from her, after her first date with a coworker, on her wedding day to another, during the birth of her child with a man that isn’t me. Because I would rather sacrifice myself and face this pain for the rest of my life, as long as she has the world, because that I cannot give her.

Although, perhaps if she comes to me… tomorrow, next month, next year, in a decade, or two, or three—if she comes to me and has decided that the world is in fact not what she wants, but she wants my world instead.

Well, who am I to refuse her?

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ao3 is johnlegere, find my fics there too. requests are open, send one in my ask box. hope you enjoyed :)!

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[notjohnlegere]

I think your tags are not working. I couldn't find your newest Timmy fic there.

This happening again?? Did tumblr shadow ban me or something? 😕

[notjohnlegere]

I can't find your newest work in the tags. What is wrong with Tumblr???

Oh no! Maybe it’s a glitch? 😕

[notjohnlegere]

I read "after date night" twice already and will read it another 7361 times because it's sooo good. Thank you for this <3

Ah thank you!! I was a bit unsure about it but I’m so so happy you enjoy it! 🥺❤️

[notjohnlegere]

Hello! I’m back again with a new imagine! This one is smut, but with a dom!timmy.

It’s definitely not my best work but I gave it a shot! I’m soooo not used to writing dom!timmy, I feel like I’m the sub!timmy blog! ha!

I hope you love it anyway!! 💖

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After Date Night

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After Date Night

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

dom!timothée makes a surprise visit for the first time after a long overdue date night with the reader. slow paced smut, nothing heavy.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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As you walked into your house, your boyfriend of four years followed closely behind. You were just getting home from your weekly date night, which due to the nature of his job was sometimes a monthly or even bi-monthly thing.

You luckily had him to yourself for a few months in between his new projects, but something hung heavy between you tonight. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was and it was beginning to worry you.

He had been quiet all night, at the restaurant, at the smoothie bar, even through your entire walk through the park. His mind seemed to be a million miles away, and you tried not to internally blame yourself for it—although that thought had crossed your mind. I hope he doesn’t—No. Stop.

You turned to your lover when you heard the door close behind you. He was leant back against the door, his tight black turtleneck blended into his black skinny jeans so well if you squinted you could believe it was a bodysuit.

“Baby-“ You began, but were cut off before you could even complete the thought.

“Kneel.”

You weren’t sure you heard him at first. You opened your mouth to ask him what he had said, but you couldn’t even form a word.

“Kneel.” He emphasized through a gruff yet quiet voice.

Your head spun, you had no idea what to think. It was all coming out of left field and you felt dizzy.

You obliged, although with a confused face. Slowly, you lowered yourself to your knees, folding your hands on your thighs.

“Timothée-“

“Shhhh!” He shushed you. “Don’t speak. Just listen to me, okay?”

Something about the way he was speaking lit a fire inside of you. You nodded.

“Good girl.”

Oh.

“Now get up.” He said softly, offering his hand to you. You took it and he slowly pulled you to your feet.

It took everything in you not to speak. Every time a word was on the tip of your tongue you had to bite it back.

You followed him down the hallway when he lead you by your hand, gazing over his form curiously. Never once had he acted like this with you, it was such a strange but exciting thing.

“Get on the bed.” He said lowly, closing the door once again when the two of you entered your shared bedroom. His voice sent a tingle up your spine, and you once again obliged, walking over and taking a seat on the bed.

Your eyes wandered over to your boy—no, that was a man. Everything about him in that moment felt more masculine and in control than he had ever felt. Not that you minded him either way, he was perfect no matter what he did. He was yours.

The aforementioned black turtleneck was pulled over his slender frame and discarded to the floor. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, and he seemed to take notice as his eyes met yours. His gorgeous green irises were nearly invisible behind his blown pupils, and it made you wonder just how long he had been thinking about this. Maybe he was so quiet all day because he was thinking about getting me alone.

“Take off your clothes. I don’t want a single thing left on you but me.” His voice was so gruff and low you almost wondered who this stranger was in front of you. Your whole body shivered and you began to slowly follow his directions. Maybe you would tease him shall you ever end up in this situation again, but no, not now. You needed to see where this was going.

One by one your clothing items dropped to the floor. You glanced in his direction to catch him staring at you, wide-eyed, tongue dragging across his dry lips.

“Fuck.” He swore when your panties, your last article of clothing, hit the floor. You sat back down in your spot and looked at him, awaiting another order.

“Uh-“ He muttered. He looked a little flustered. It made your heart skip a beat. Even in a moment so intimate and take-charge, he was still Timmy. Nothing would ever stop him from being Timmy. “Lie back and spread your legs.”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, but you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you might should’ve because his cheeks were red as well. So you did as he said, like you’d been doing all evening long, and lied back on the bed. You spread your legs for him and took a nervous breath. Why am I feeling shy? It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Well we have, but he’s never been quite like this.

“Touch yourself.” He said softly and you looked over to see his pants hitting the floor, a prominent tent in his boxers. The statement nearly knocked the wind out of you.

“What?!” You squeaked before you even realized you weren’t supposed to be speaking.

“Did I stutter?” The attitude that came from his voice caused another shiver to run up your spine. “Because quite frankly, my love, I don’t think I did.”

Your eyes were a bit wide, taking in his entire slender frame as your hand slowly trailed down. You didn’t know why you needed to touch yourself when he was the one that could be touching you. It had been too long since his hands were on you.

“Is this what you do while I’m away?” His question this time was more serious. As if he desperately needed an answer. So you spoke again, hoping it wouldn’t get you into trouble.

“Yeah..” You whispered shyly, your fingers slowly beginning to work on your clit. “But it’s never as good as when you do it.”

“I bet it’s not. You don’t know your body as well as I do.” He muttered as he crawled onto the bed between your legs, leaning down to get a good view. “Fuck, move your hand, let me get a taste.”

You quickly dropped your hand to the side and sighed in relief, closing your eyes and sparing yourself some of the embarrassment. Before you had a chance to relax his mouth was on you, his tongue flicking and his lips suckling exactly where you needed him, you definitely didn’t know your body as well as he did.

“Fuck!” You swore and your back arched off of the bed. You desperately pressed your hips down to meet his face, but a strong hand shoved you back against the bed. A whine escaped your lips when he leaned back.

“Don’t speak.” He barked, suddenly remembering the rule he gave you earlier. “Be quiet.”

You lied back and looked toward the ceiling, only for it to be covered by his head when he crawled over you. He opened your hips wide and a gasp escaped your lips when his pelvis met yours.

“When’s the last time you made yourself cum to the thought of me?”

You stayed quiet.

“Good girl. You can speak. Answer me.”

“This morning.”

“This morning?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes sir.” He corrected you.

“Y-yes sir.” The words shook as they left your lips. “Before I went to go pick you up from the airport.”

“You couldn’t wait until you brought me back to your place?” His eyebrow was quirked and his face read amusement. You knew this fact was only swelling his ego.

“No sir, I couldn’t. I was aching, I needed release so bad. I just couldn’t wait a second longer.” You were so embarrassed, you knew your face looked like a tomato.

“Well since you already came once today…” He started and clicked his tongue. “You’re gonna let me cum first. And if I’m feeling nice I will let you cum after.”

“Fuck.”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

You weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle that. Every time his hands were on you, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. He made you shake with just a glance, and quite literally you couldn’t hold back an orgasm if it came upon you. But you were willing to try because you so badly felt a need to please him.

Some adjustment and the loss of his boxers and he didn’t wait a second longer to fill you up. You bit down on your lips hard and threw your head back, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet. Everything felt so good. The way his lips were on your chest and his hands were on your waist. He filled you up so good and you immediately became worried you wouldn’t be able to fulfill his wishes of not coming until you were told. This was the one time in your life you were pretty much begging for a man cum quickly.

“Merde.” He swore under his breath, his head tipped back showing off his prominent Adam’s apple. He was barely beginning to sweat which made his summer-tanned skin glow, he just looked so good and felt so good that it pushed you further and further toward the edge.

His hips slapped against yours fervently, quite literally using you as he wanted, but you didn’t give a fuck about that. As soon as he touched you all of your modern feminist thoughts flew out the window. Let me serve you, let me please you, I only exist for you, I’ll be nothing but your sex toy if that’s what you want.

You had done a fairly decent job at holding yourself together, but when his hand connected with your throat it was over. You let a shrill moan slip past your lips, but thankfully he was too far gone to notice so you didn’t get in trouble.

“Fuck! Timothée please!” You were begging. Everything was so much you felt hot tears pricking at your eyes. “Timothée!”

You were babbling and crying out for him, and that seemed to be all he needed to be sent over the edge. He hit his orgasm and the feeling of him filling you almost made you lose it. Almost.

You were panting and gasping, desperately grabbing at his hair, back, shoulders.

“Timothée, can I cum? Please, please let me cum. Baby you feel so good, please.” You all but sobbed, but he pulled out.

“Look at you.” He whispered. “So fucking pitiful. Can’t think of a single thing but how good I’m making you feel.”

“Timothée please. I need it.”

“What do you need?”

You felt tears falling down your cheeks. It felt oddly good.

“I need to cum. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re desperate.”

“Timo-oh!”

You shrieked when you felt his fingers slip inside you and his tongue against your clit once again. It took only seconds and you were over the edge, shouting and pulling his hair, back arching off the bed, in complete bliss.

“Ah! Right there! Fuck!” You gasped.

Once you finally came down your body fell limp and you were exhausted.

“Mon amour?” The voice that came from between your legs was now softer, more timid.

“Mmm?”

“Are you alright? I wasn’t too harsh was I?” He moved to lie next to you and pulled you into his side.

“Oh god no.” You scoffed. “That was incredible, Timmy. So hot. I hope that’s not the only time we do that.”

He sighed in relief and his lips met your hairline. Nope, nothing would ever stop him from being Timmy.

“You can have that whenever you fucking want it baby.” He muttered as he caressed your body. “Came so fucking hard for me.”

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ao3 is johnlegere, find my fics there too. requests are open, send one in my ask box. hope you enjoyed :)!

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[notjohnlegere]

I put aside my shyness to tell you that I love your stories, and that I want to stay and live on your blog forever. Your content on sub!timothee is literally my dream come true (I'm crying, don't look at me). Would you let me send you an application? Thanks for everything, love.

Aww thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing, it means the world to me that people find enjoyment from my blog! ☺️

Send in anything you’d like and I’ll try and get to it! My ask box and messages are always open love! ❤️

[notjohnlegere]

Hiii! This isn’t the Toxic Pt. 3 that everyone has been asking for, but I did promise you guys some fluff! Let’s take a break from all the drama for a second and get back to our regular Timmy! ☺️

This super short, little imagine was inspired by my own life, where I just got my dream job! So I decided to write a little something to share my excitement and happiness with you guys. Enjoy ❤️

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Congrats

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Congrats

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

reader gets a brand new job and celebrates with her boyfriend, timmy. 100% fluff.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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“Oh, uh- thank you so much!” You stuttered into the phone, doing a little happy dance in the middle of the kitchen. “I can’t wait to start. Thank you so much again, bye.”

You squealed so loud it awoke your sleeping boyfriend, who you could hear complaining from his bedroom. You had spent the night with him the night before, and had woken up before him, so you decided to make breakfast for the two of you. That’s when you got the call.

“Hey, don’t break my wine glasses with that pitch!” You heard the sleepy boy shout in a groggy voice. You giggled to the complaint.

You ran down the hall and into his bedroom, pouncing onto the bed and atop your boy, grinning as bright as the sunlight.

Instantly, his lanky arms found your waist and he pulled you against him. He always loved when you lied on top of him. Something about it felt so safe and comforting to him, and he couldn’t get enough. Sometimes even in his sleep he would pull you on top of his body.

“Well somebody’s in a good mood this morning.” Your boy gazed up at you with sleepy eyes, a small smile on his lips. You couldn’t resist the urge to peck kisses to them.

“I am.” You said between small kisses, your hands finding his curly mop. “I just got off of the phone with the hiring manager.”

“And?”

“And I got it, Timmy!” You shrieked. “I got my dream job!”

“Hell yeah!” He cheered with you. He held your waist tightly and rolled around on the bed until you were eventually pinned under him. “When do you start?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Next week.”

“Well you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Hmm... shopping for new work clothes, adjusting my schedule, making sure I don’t have any appointments that conflict with my hours.” You said, humming in thought. A whine was drawn from his throat.

“No.” He stressed with a giggle. “It means we’re gonna celebrate for an entire week.”

“I’ve got too much to do, I can’t celebrate for an entire week, Timmy.” You replied matter-of-factly.

“Well my next movie doesn’t start filming for another month. So yes you can. I said so.”

“Oh, you said so, huh? Because if you say something, that means that’s how it is?” You giggled.

“Exactly right.” He responded with a cheeky grin.

“What if I say I want something? Is it not so?”

“Well that just depends on what it is.” He said. His lips traced your hairline with small kisses.

“Well I want to go turn the stove off.” You said.

“That would probably be a good idea, but I don’t want you to go.”

“Okay, you go turn the stove off, and I’ll wait here for you.”

“Will you be naked when I come back?”

“Timothée Hal!” You fussed with a laugh.

“Don’t blame me, blame him.” He said and stood, holding his hands up in defense, then gesturing to little timothee. “I’m just saying, I wouldn’t complain if you did want to get naked.”

“Oh I’m sure you wouldn’t complain.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes.

The next thing you heard was a crash and a squeal that was nearly as pitched as yours was before.

“Stoves are hot!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his exclamation.

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ao3 is johnlegere, find my fics there too. requests are open, send one in my ask box. hope you enjoyed :)!

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🏷: @thestarsaregivenonceonly @timotheeisthelomll @imnotoverlyobsessive @dayafied @ohladymoon @writings-art @lxna-mikaelsxn @mxciscastleintheair @sufferingstarlight @timotheesl0ve @lovelyrocker

[notjohnlegere]

TOXIC SERIES IS SO GOOD I CANT

Thank you!! I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! It’s been fun to escape my usual writing style for something totally different. 😅

[notjohnlegere]

Heyy, I just read it “toxic” and I’m begging for a part two😩

Maybe she finally leaves him, but after some months he comes back and they ended up together again? Maybe a little smut✨

Back by popular demand, Toxic pt. 2 ✨

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Done...Maybe

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Done...Maybe

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

sequel to toxic. the reader finally breaks up with timothée for good and he flips out. smutty ending, but some heavy stuff beforehand. if you like accurately written timmy, this isn’t for you.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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He did fine...for a week.

He was faithful, polite, and loving. For a moment, you naïvely thought that maybe your old Timmy was coming back to you. How dumb you were for thinking that.

You were moving your things back into the bedroom when you heard the news. Your phone blew up, as it always did when your boy did something extravagant, but this time it was worse than you could’ve ever imagined.

You packed up your stuff and quickly left, your best friend Naomi graciously helped you move your things and still offered her spare room to you. You were a complete blubbering mess the whole time. You didn’t deserve her.

Naomi had asked her boyfriend to leave for the night. To give you two some girl time, which you knew was just code for you getting in trouble. Which you understood, you completely deserved it.

As you sat on the couch next to her, the both of you holding glasses of wine, a romcom quietly playing in the background, you braced yourself for yelling that never came.

“Do you really hate yourself that much?”

You were taken back by her quiet question, not really sure how you were supposed to answer it. You didn’t hate yourself. At least you didn’t think you did.

“What are you talking about?” You responded. She quickly snapped up your deflection.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Naomi said, taking a small sip from her wine glass. “You keep letting him hurt you. Over and over again. And you always go back to him. Don’t you know you’re just giving him the satisfaction of controlling you?”

You were quiet. She spoke up again and continued.

“I can’t keep doing this with you.” She said sternly. You could tell she was upset. She was so nice to you and loved you so much, she never got this serious unless there was a big problem. “I love you, and you will always have a friend in me, but I can’t keep supporting this watered down self-harm.”

You took a big gulp from your glass and thought about what she said. Watered down self-harm. Was that what this was? Did you think you deserved the hurt? Even worse, did you secretly like the pain? You had never really considered this angle before. But you trusted your friend, and you knew that if she got to this point, you had a serious issue.

“I won’t go back.” You said.

“You said that last time and ended up sleeping with him.”

“I can’t go back. I won’t allow myself. You’re my best friend. You’re more important to me than some stupid boy. Even if I did think he was the one.” You let out a weak laugh in attempt to cover your shame. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks and she put her arm around you. “God, why am I so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid.” She said your name. “You’re just desperate. Desperate for his love, and he doesn’t want to give it to you.”

That stung like a knife hitting your heart straight on. However, you knew she was right.

“If he really loved me he wouldn’t keep hurting me.” You came to the conclusion yourself and let out a sob.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna find someone who will be better to you than him. And you’re gonna be so happy and in love you won’t remember his name.”

*

“I’m done, Timothée!” You shouted. You had reluctantly gone back to your apartment to retrieve the last of your things. This time Naomi came with you, but she was downstairs.

“Done with what?! Everything we’ve gone through?!” His voice was booming so loud that it cracked. For a moment you thought you saw pain in his eyes.

No. He’s not going to take advantage of me again. He’s no good.

“Everything we’ve gone through?! I’m the only one that’s gone through something and that is hell!” You shouted and he flipped the coffee table in the living room. This caused you to flinch. Never in all your years of knowing him have you seen him express such emotion.

“You can’t go!”

“Fucking watch me, Chalamet!”

He lunged at you and you froze in place. He didn’t put his hands on you, but he came very close to grabbing your arms. Your eyes widened and you felt tears beginning to fall down your face.

“I love you.” He said softly.

“No you don’t.” You croaked. “If you did, you wouldn’t treat me like you do. You wouldn’t cheat on me when you know how bad it hurts me. You wouldn’t call me crazy when I cry, and you wouldn’t say I’m psycho for having an opinion. You don’t love me. You just want to get your dick wet.”

His jaw was slack and he was frozen. He watched you gather up your things and storm out. You had finally put him in your past where he belonged.

*

Three months had come and gone, and time had barely let you know. Things moved more smoothly now. You didn’t have constant drama in your life, and you felt like everything was slipping by you quicker than ever. You weren’t sure if you were alright with that or not.

You had decided on one random Friday evening that you would go to a local bar and relax. You had brought along some extra work from your new class you had picked up, considering you were at the bar so early. You doubted anyone would bother you, and the place was always so quiet.

You didn’t plan on drinking that night. You just wanted a seltzer water and some good, greasy food. You were sitting at a table by yourself in the corner when you saw a bachelor party burst in the door. Shouting, partying, men being men, you changed your mind on not drinking. It gave you a migraine, and to make it all worse, you saw a familiar tuft of curls in the party of at least a few dozen.

He didn’t see you for a while, but when he finally did he just stared for a moment. He was giving you a look you had never seen before. It was so deep, so desperate. He looked like a sad puppy, a boy that had lost all lust for life, a broken heart personified.

No. He’s not going to take advantage of me again. He’s no good.

That’s probably what you would’ve told yourself if you were smart. And sober. But you were neither of those things.

There wasn’t even a greeting exchanged between you two. You waved your finger and he ran to you, his lips on yours and his tongue in your mouth within an instant. His party cheered, you knew that they had no clue who you were, but that was the least of your worries.

You drank him in and ate him up, tasting the familiar flavor of alcohol and cigarettes, something you never knew you’d miss.

“Take me.” You messily whispered against his lips.

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

You were off your feet and he was dragging you to the bathroom before you had a chance to react. The room spun, and you clung to him as if your life depended on it, because you felt like it did.

“Timothée-“

“Shhh.” He shushed you with his lips once you were in the small bathroom. He slammed the door closed behind the two of you and locked it.

You gasped when you felt his hands slide under your top and grab your breasts. Everywhere his hands touched seemed to light you on fire.

“Fucking incredible tits.” He mumbled in a drunken slur. His mouth left yours and your shirt came off, the fabric quickly being replaced by his lips. Your bra followed suit.

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped when his mouth clamped around your nipple. Your fingers ran through his curls as you looked down, the blurry sight of your boy causing your core to throb. Almost as if he knew, his hand came into contact with your underwear under your skirt. You bucked your hips into his hand.

“So fucking desperate for me.” He whispered, grabbing hold of your underwear and tugging them down. “Bend over the sink and take my big cock like a good girl.”

You felt weak in the knees when you turned around and bent over the sink willingly. He grabbed your hair and pressed you further into the sink. A soft beg came from your lips before you could even think about what was happening.

“Please.”

“Fuck.” He swore as he bottomed out all at once, filling you fully. “You’re so tight and wet. When’s the last time you got fucked?”

“W-with you.” You stuttered, clenching your muscles around him. You let out a yelp when he began to thrust, hard and deep.

“Yeah?” He teased. “Didn’t get anyone else to take care of you?”

“N-no. Oh fuck me, oh god.”

“Why?” He slowed down. What a fucking tease he was, he knew exactly what he held over you. His hand gripped more at your hair. You let out a cry.

“Please just fuck me.” You were nearly in tears. You needed him so bad it almost hurt.

“Answer me and I will.”

“I-I don’t know.” You gasped when you felt his hand come into contact with your clit.

“I know.” He breathed into your ear. “Because this pussy? Is mine.” He lightly slapped your clit to get his point across.

“It’s yours!” You begged and ground your hips back against his.

“Nobody could ever satisfy you like me, and we both know that.”

You were about to beg again when his hips finally began moving against your body again. You threw your head back and shouted.

“I-I’m gonna-“

“No.” He stopped you from speaking with his hand. “Me first. Then you.”

You felt small to his words. You couldn’t believe the control he had over your body, but you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

Ragged thrusts, wild grunts, your hair being pulled so hard you feared it might fall out, and he sputtered. He filled you with his seed and pulled out.

“Please please please let me cum.” You gasped, desperately pressed your hips back. You looked into the mirror and didn’t see him in the reflection. You nearly decided that he had left you to fend for yourself when you felt hands on your thighs.

A soft growl and an all-too-familiar mouth came into contact with your soaking and throbbing core. Your eyes shut tightly and you threw your head back. You were crying out for him so loudly you knew you’d get kicked out and blacklisted as soon as you trudged back into the restaurant floor, but you didn’t care. It felt too good.

“Right there, right there, oh Timothée just like that.” You cried as you ground your clit into his lips, your orgasm taking you over as you soaked his face with your juices.

You nearly collapsed when you came down, but strong, slender arms gripped your waist. He held you back against his chest.

“So good, so good for me.” He cooed into your hair quietly. “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.”

You stayed silent. You didn’t love him anymore.

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[notjohnlegere]

will we also get some fluffy, VERY non toxic timmy soon too? just to compensate for toxic timmy ? :)

Of course! I can’t give up on writing the real Timmy. 🥰 I’ll be sure to shower you with fluff to make up for it. ❤️

[notjohnlegere]

I hope toxic pt. 2 ends with reader killing Timmy violently and slowly 💀

Honestly, he deserves it. So, I wouldn’t be mad at her. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I was pissing myself off writing his character and attitude. 😂

[notjohnlegere]

I love your toxic Timmy fic. You should do more! Only if you want to of course 🖤🤍

By (extremely) popular demand, Toxic pt. 2 is underway! 🥳

[notjohnlegere]

Could I be added to your taglist please]

Of course my dear!

If anyone else wants to be added, just reply here or send me a dm to let me know! Thank you for your support! 🥰