hiii! could i please request paul atredies x fem!reader where they are arguing and he uses the voice on her?
PAUL USING THE VOICE ON YOU...
a/n: got a bit carried away with this ask and planned a whole series. I genuinely love this ask sooo much!! I also want to warn that I have yet to watch dune 2...i know I know! So it might be inaccurate in according to the movies but we'll just ignore that...
warnings: dark!paul, possessive, not proofread
You hear it before he even says your name.
Not in the words themselves — but in the way the air shifts.
In the hush that settles over the war tent like a storm holding its breath.
The way his eyes won’t meet yours.
You’re standing just inside the threshold, robes still creased from sleep, dust on your sleeves from the wind outside.
You had come looking for him — for a quiet moment, maybe, or just the comfort of his voice. But instead you walk into a ring of cold-faced commanders, a daughter of an empire gleaming like forged metal at his side, and Paul, standing at the center of it all like a man carved from stone.
Your heart folds before he even speaks.
The room feels too warm. Or maybe it’s you — heat rising up your neck like shame, like fear, like grief not yet formed.
You stand perfectly still, because you know if you move, something will shatter.
And then you hear it.
“I’ll marry Irulan.”
His voice is calm. Detached.
Like he’s stating strategy.
Like he’s not carving a hole into your chest with every syllable.
You don’t wait to hear the rest.
You don’t want to see if he glances at you when he says it.
You don’t want to know if he meant for you to hear.
You turn. You leave.
You slip out beneath the heavy flap of the tent and into the open night like a breath escaping a dying body.
And then—
You run.
The wind hits you first — sharp and angry, dragging sand across your skin like claws.
The air is dry and violent, howling against the rocks like it’s furious on your behalf.
You trip slightly on the edge of a dune, catching yourself on your hands, the sand biting into your palms. But you don’t stop. You don’t even wipe the tears from your cheeks. They’re mixing with dust now — hot and salt-heavy and blinding.
Your robe whips around your legs as you move, the fabric catching in the wind like it wants to drag you backward, like even the desert is trying to stop you from leaving him.
Your feet sink into the loose sand, stumbling over ridges and stones. The land here is endless. Barren. Beautiful in its cruelty.
And still — you run.
Behind you, there’s a sound.
The tent flap slaps against the wind.
Then — boots pounding the sand.
And his voice, cutting through the storm:
“Wait—please.”
But you don’t.
Not when your lungs are burning. Not when your whole body is screaming don’t you dare look back.
Still, he chases you. Of course he does.
He always comes when it’s too late.
He reaches you just as your knees threaten to give out —
just as the wind reaches a new pitch, shrieking across the dunes like it’s trying to tear the world apart.
“Stop,” he says, breathless.
You spin to face him, eyes wild and rimmed with sand-smeared tears.
“You’re marrying her.”
It doesn’t come out soft. It tears itself out of your mouth like it doesn’t want to be held in anymore.
He blinks, caught. His mouth parts like he wants to lie — to reframe it — but he doesn’t.
“I have to,” he says instead. Quiet. Measured.
Like that makes it better.
Your laugh is sharp and broken. “No. You want to.”
He flinches. And you don’t let him look away.
“You already have power, Paul. You already won. You have the empire, the prophecy, the people. You didn’t need to do this.”
he takes a step towards you, carefull, like you're something fragile.
“I did it for the future.”
“No.” Your voice rises, the wind rushing in behind it. “You did it for control. You did it because the throne wasn’t enough. You want her bloodline, her name, her legacy. You want to own everything.”
Something dark flickers in his eyes — not anger, not quite. Something worse. Justification.
That horrible, steady confidence that only comes from believing your own myth.
“I didn’t understand what this path would take from me,” he says.
You take a step back, your foot slipping in the sand.
“Oh,” you breathe. “So you were naive. You were foolish when you said you loved me.”
His jaw tightens. “No.”
“Then what?” Your voice breaks, finally. “What was I?”
He doesn’t answer right away. The wind gusts, hard enough to make you stagger.
Then—his voice again.
Not loud. Not cruel.
Just certain.
"stay."
And this time it isn’t just a plea.
It’s the Voice.
It sinks into your bones, stilling you.
Your breath catches. Your legs freeze. You hate how easily it happens — how quickly your body obeys.
He steps closer, looking ruined. “Please. Don’t go.”
But you don’t look at him. You’re staring out at the horizon, at the endless expanse of sand that could take you anywhere but here.
And still — you stay. Because he told you to.
Because he made you.
And that’s worse than anything else.
.
Time passes.
Not in days or months. Not in anything you can count.
It passes in moments you don’t remember choosing.
You live in the royal wing now — carved in white stone, where the ceilings echo with silence and the floors are too polished to feel real beneath your feet.
They dress you in silk now. Gold bracelets that you don’t remember asking for. Perfume that clings to your skin like a name you forgot how to say.
You never ask questions.
You don’t need to.
He tells you when to speak. When to smile. When to follow.
And you do.
Because when he uses the Voice — that impossible, low timbre threaded with command — your body obeys before your heart can catch up.
Because that’s what you are now: a creature of response, not desire.
He’s never cruel to you. Not really.
He still touches your cheek sometimes like you’re precious. Still looks at you like there’s some version of you he remembers.
But it’s a hollow thing now. A memory of love pretending it’s still alive.
You sit beside him at court, quiet and lovely and always one word away from motion.
The princess sits on his other side — radiant and cold, untouched.
The world sees a golden throne, a perfect empire.
No one sees the ghost sitting just beneath it.
At night, you lie in silk sheets, facing away from him.
Sometimes he speaks your name softly, as if it might still mean something.
Sometimes he doesn’t speak at all.
And on the worst nights — the ones where you almost remember how to want something — he uses the Voice again.
Synopsis : Your mother Gauis Helen Mohiam, was Truthsayer to the falling empire. Raised among royalty, religion, manipulation and corruption, who else would be the perfect wife for the new Emperor Paul Atreides..Who you knew as the Fremen Demon
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“Paul Atreides is not dead, mother” You said, walking into the room your mother was in.
You didn’t miss the way she froze, her hand pausing its movement of writing, before she continued.
Always measured, never panicked.
For fear was the mind killer, that is what all Bene Gesserit were raised on. The mere idea of fear or panic was seen as weakness. They do not show such weakness.
“How many times must I tell you not to call me that, child”
Your mother’s voice was cold, unforgiving as it was always ways. Your mother had been Reverend mother at the Bene Gesserit school for many years.
But now she had moved up in the scale of things, she was Truthsayer to the Padishah Emperor himself, Shaddam Corinno IV. He was a quiet man, since aging being more easy to manipulate.
Ripe for the picking in terms of your mother. She did not advise, she dictated, but in a way that was hidden, so even the Emperor did not realise it.
“Have you nothing more to say?” Was your reply, your bright blue eyes contrasting the dark navy veil over your hair, and the cloaks over your body.
“You are part of the Breeding Programme, not my child, Girl”
“He will come for us all, you know of this? He challenges the emperor. If this is the full truth, the emperor will fall for his crimes” You said, voice louder in urgency.
“The emperor was always going to fall, child. He is weak minded, and old with no Heir to his name. He bore only daughters, only one lived to be a woman” She replied coldly, not once looking up from her writing.
“Then she was murdered at night, before she could birth her child. The Great houses claimed it to be the work of the Harkonnens…but you? You claimed otherwise” You said, a new unsettling look in your eyes as you stared at her.
“There was no sufficient evident for such a claim” She replied.
Her writing quickened, you noticed.
“You planned the demise of the Atreides” You said, breathlessly and accusingly.
“Of course I did. Leto Atreides led by his heart, too weak to gain such power, and The Harkonnens? Too bold to obtain such power, they surely too, will fall” She said.
Now, she had stopped writing.
You swallowed, staring down at her. Your mother had soon horrible things your entire life, but conducting a genocide brought a new sickness to your stomach.
“And Jessica? She was your student at the Bene Gesserit school. You claimed she was a vital vessel for our way” You said.
“She disobeyed orders. She was told only to bare daughters” Your mother cut in harshly. You could tell she would never truly get over such a betrayal.
“In disobeying she may have brought forth the one, have your forgotten?” You said, testing her.
“I forget nothing! That boy was nothing but an abomination forged out of Jessica’s own pride” she cut you off.
“Is, mother. Paul lives, now you must deal with the consequences” You corrected her.
“You believe you are not involved?” She said, with a tone that was mocking.
“How could I be? I thought I was not your daughter, Reverend Mother” You replied coldly, before turning, fixing the veil that had slipped down.
When you left the room, she did not continue to write.
You were too clever, she had realised this when you were only a child. You recognised things she did, things others would bypass, and you would question her instead of staying silent.
Questioning oppression and manipulation did not work for the Bene Gesserit.
The emperor had announced his desire to meet with the Baron Harkonnen on Arrakis, to discuss the letter he was sent by Paul Atreides, as well as the so called Fremen demon, the prophet on Arrakis that was responsible for destroying the Harkonnen Harvesting machines.
He was wreaking Havoc on them, and showing them up for the fools they were.
To you, the so called “messiah” was interesting.
The journey to Arrakis was tense, full of nerves for what was to come. The emperor spoke to no one, neither did your mother, then again, neither of them rarely spoke to anyone.
When the ship opened, the sun hit you all immediately. To everyone else, it was a nuisance, to you, it was a warm sensation that you were unaccustomed to.
You had never been to Arrakis before, but you’ve read much about it, learned about what the sisterhood had planted there all those years ago.
Lisan al-Gaib
That’s what they called him. The one who points the way. Some say he is the same one who the Bene Gesserit have been trying to produce for generations.
Some say he is close, some say he is already here
As you all began to walk off of the ship, the Reverend mother approached you “You must act with the upmost Poise, this is your chance”
You swallowed “Must it be him? That monster…”
She turned her head to you “It matters not what form he takes, he has the blood we desire, you do too, you must do your duty to our cause”
You stayed silent, staring into the distance. You sighed, lifting the orange veil to see the landscape better. The warm breeze brushed over you, and you could smell the spice.
In the distance there was a beige Rocky Mountain, surrounded by Sand dunes. You fell into a trance like state, staring at that mountain.
You felt like someone was watching you
You swore you saw figures move on top of the mountain, but before you could look any longer, the Reverend mother used the voice on you.
“Come here”
Your body reacted before your mind did, and when you snapped out of reality, you glared at her. She just kept walking, and reluctantly you followed her.
_
You weren’t surprised to see the emperor use the Sardaukar to strike down the Baron. You watched the man lay limp on the ground, and the na-baron Feyd only watched with a look of excitement.
He sickened you.
He caught your gaze, giving you a smile that sent shivers down your spine.
You looked away.
The attacks came loud and quick. The entire frame of the building shook, dust permeating every inch. The Sardaukar surrounded you all, as you waited for the prophet to show his face.
When he did, he was cool, his strides slow. The Fremen had knocked down the impendingly tall doors into the throne room.
Through the dust, he showed himself.
He wore a stillsuit, and his face hidden through cloth. As he came closer his eyes landed on you, and he walked past you all.
Instead he went to the Baron. He dropped to one knee, whispering something inaudible, before plunging his Crysknife into the large man’s neck.
Baron Harkonnen was dead, and good riddance.
You felt your mother tense, even she had not expected this. The Truthsayer to the Emperor had failed.
It satisfied you.
You pulled your veil down off of your face, feeling too hot. Your breathing was quick, yet no one could tell.
Years of training.
You watched with a poker face, as the Prophet they called Muad’Dib approached you. The Sardaukar lunged slightly as a warning.
But he stood in front of you.
You didn’t look away.
He spoke to the Fremen, who followed him like followed do a God. “Take the Emperor, Kill the Sardaukar.”
There was a beat of silence “Do not harm her”
His words made your lips part. He had been speaking in Chakobsa, the native language of the Fremen. But you had been taught all languages of the imperium, and so understood each word he said.
With one last meaningful stare, he left the room.
Then the Killing began
_
They kept you in the dungeons of the building. It was earily cold for a planet so warm. You clung to the cloaks draped over yourself.
“Who is he?” You asked your mother.
The Reverend mother was sat with an imposing darkness and for one reason only.
She had not expected this, she did not plan for this.
She had failed.
“Irrelevant” was her only answer.
“But-“
“Should he challenge the emperor, Feyd Raytha Harkonnen will fight in his stead. When the na-Baron wins, you will be a dutiful subject to him” The cloaked woman said, leaving no room for another’s opinion.
“He may not win, the Fremen may best him” You said quietly, peering up at the woman.
She was silent for a moment, eerily.
“A Fremen rat beating a trained na-baron? You think meekly” Was her reply, and she looked away.
You stared at her “Do you think so low of people?”
“Your compassion will get you nowhere, child. Grow up and do your duty” Was her cold response.
You gripped your own cloaks harshly. “I owe you no duty” you whispered.
She laughed at your words then, because to her they were amusing. “You have no power over me, without me at your side, you may as well join the Sardaukar in death” she scrutinised.
You turned away from her, silently asking yourself what you had done to get such a wicked cruel woman as your mother.
She didn’t even let you call her mother.
_
When the Fremen finally brought you to the viewing room upstairs, you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.
Would this be the moment of your death?
The emperor had a glare on his face, refusing to accept that his own army had been bested by what he deemed low, common people.
As you stood before the crowd of Fremen, they stared at you.
You were glad of your veil now.
The emperor demanded that this prophet answer for his crimes against him. “You’re facing a full invasion Fremen!” Emperor Shaddam spat.
You watched curiously, seeing the same figure that had looked you in the eyes, standing at the opposite end of the room. He was facing away from you. “How can you be so sure that the great houses are here for me?”
He turned then, and a hush fell over you all.
It was Paul Atreides.
Your lips parted slightly. You had met Paul at a young age, though you barely remembered that time.
But when your mother had tested him only seven months ago, you had been there, you had even conversed for a few minutes.
And here he stood before you, back from the dead.
“They may be curious to hear my side of the story, don’t you think?” Paul said.
He stalked closer to you four, his figure imposing and authoritarian. You could not take your eyes off of him.
“I am Paul Atreides, son of Leto Atreides, Duke of Arrakis” Paul said, his voice growing stronger with every word.
You glanced at the Emperor, he was speechless.
This gave you satisfaction.
“Gurney?” Paul said then, turning his head to the right.
“My lord” Gurney nodded.
“Send a warning to all ships, if the great houses attack, our atomics will obliterate all spice fields” Paul said.
There was an echo of gasps throughout the room. Spice was the most valuable thing in the universe, and it made travel possible.
Gurney nodded, disappearing to the side of the room which overlooked the landscape of Arrakis.
“You’re out of your mind” Emperor Shaddam spoke.
“He’s bluffing” Feyd-Rautha said with a stare.
His voice made you swallow, taking a step away from him.
Your mother spoke then “Consider what you’re about to do, Paul Atreides-”
“Silence!”
Your mother was sent back a foot, falling into the arms of the royal servants. Your own lips parted. You looked from your mother to Paul.
He could use the voice, not seen before in a male. Could he truly be the one?
“Abomination” Was all your mother could mumble out.
You glanced at Jessica then, who was already looking at you. The last time you two met, she was meek, fearing the Reverend mother.
Now she was Reverend mother to the Fremen, carrying a second child. She had an aura of confidence that was new as well.
Her striking blue eyes made you look away.
Gurney came back then “message sent, my lord”
Hearing this, Paul looked back to the Emperor, an enraged scowl on his face.
“As a servant of the imperium, you will bow at my feet!” The emperor spat.
“Your feet?!” Paul yelled incredulously.
You watched timidly, shook by the yell.
Paul walked closer then, like a predator that had cornered its prey, and was now toying with it “You’ll be lucky to keep your head” Paul promised.
He emperor said nothing for a moment before speaking “What is your plan them, hm? To kill us all”
“Not all of you” Paul relied coolly.
His eyes landed on you then, and you swallowed.
He took his time walking over to you, taking in your face. Though something was guarding it.
He pulled the veil over your hand, gentle in a way that would make one forget he had just threatened to kill people.
“I will take your hand in marriage, free you from the hell you live in” Paul said, his voice dropping to a softer tone.
Your lips parted, you felt the vibration of Feyd-Rautha stepping forward, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the Duke.
The Reverend mother’s eyes widened at his words, she stepped forward “What is this madness you speak of? This girl is to marry the future Baron Harkonnen” She said coolly.
Paul’s eyes lifted only to glare at the woman, as if he speaking was the highest insult to him.
When he didn’t answer her, she turned to you “child! Stop this madness at once!” She ordered harshly.
Paul stepped forward then, as if acting as a boundary between you and the woman. “You will be freed from people ordering you around, dictating your life, but in saying that, this is a proposition, not an order”
You blinked “Why? Why are you asking me this?”
He paused then, glancing at the ground before answering truthfully “Because when I spoke with you on Caladan, it made me sick how you were treated. I see you in my dreams, I hear your voice at night, not plaguing me, guiding me. You deserve more”
His words made your lips part, as you stared up at him with your blue eyes that mimicked his own.
“Will you take my hand? Free yourself from the misery they bring?” Paul said, staring down at you.
You found yourself nodding “Yes” you said quietly. Unlike when the Reverend Mother used the voice on you, this was completely your decision.
And you chose freedom, you chose him.
“No, I’ve heard enough!-“ your mother began.
“Enough, or I’ll kill you on the spot” Paul threatened, the blood on his face becoming illuminated by the sun on Arrakis.
Paul looked back at you “You will be safe at my side, and we will rule together over the empire”
His words sent a chill down your spine, not in a nervous way.
He turned to the Emperor then, who had stood silent. “But you? You have to answer for my father”
“Do you know why I killed him? Because he was a man who believed in the rules of the heart. But the heart is not meant to rule, in other words, your father was a weak man” The emperor said.
Paul stared at him “Stand, or choose your champion”
He did not take the bait.
Feyd-Rautha stepped forward with a dangerous smirk “I am here, Atreides. I need a blade”
“Accept mine” The emperor spoke, staring at Paul.
Feyd-Rautha stepped closer “Perhaps when I kill you, I’ll take her as my wife, to show the imperium you followed your father in weakness”
Paul glanced at you, his eyes telling you to stay calm, and you did.
The fight was skilled, through, and almost took them both. But in the end only Paul atreides lived to see the next day.
Though he had been stabbed twice, he still walked towards the emperor with a limp, the blood on him and murderous look on his face only presenting him as even more frightening.
The Reverend mother gripped your arm painfully tightly. You swallowed, looking up at her. When Paul had reached you both, he glared at the older woman.
“Get your filthy hands off of her” He ordered coldly.
The Reverend mother gave you one last glare before dropping your arm harshly, leaving you close to trembling.
Though you did not.
Paul walked over to you then, his breathing uneven and laboured from the fight. He took your hands in his, and somehow you did not mind the blood.
“I will give you anything you ask for, you will rule by my side. So I must ask you, should I spare them?”
Paul was gesturing to the Emperor and the Reverend mother, you knew this.
That is why you stayed silent.
They both stared at you, the Reverend mother speaking “Say something girl” coldly.
For a long time you did not, and eventually you found yourself looking up at Paul.
And you nodded your head no.
Your answer satisfied him, and it reassured what he had always thought about you. You did have right, you did have strength, you just needed the right person to lead you.
And now you had him.
He nodded at your words, his hands reaching up to take your own as the two began yelling in hopes you would change your mind.
Paul turned to Stilgar then, mumbling in Chakobsa “Kill them”
They were dragged away, into the hall. You turned your head, swallowing. Paul’s finger guided your chin to return back to looking at him.
“You need not lay your eyes on filth, you are an empress now. It had to be done, so you can move forward” He explained in a low tone.
Gurney walked over then “My lord the great houses have denied your request”
Stilgar spoke then “We wait for your word, Mahdi”
Paul stared down at you, sighing before if saying “Lead then to paradise”
“Lisan al-Gaib” the thousands of Fremen chanted.
As the words danced in your ears, Paul leant down, pressing his lips against your own. You froze momentarily before kissing him back.
When he pulled way he leant his forehead against your own then. He blinked “We will win”
☆ warnings: 18+ smut ! oral (f) receiving, fingering, (heavy) teasing, mostly fluff, pet names, bratty/clingy reader, some angst, boyfriend Timmy (blushing as I type)
☆ A/N: Guys. I’m literally so sorry it took me three centuries to write this chapter. Feels like I lived 20 different lives lol. But I miss Timmy baby sm so I just wanted to write. <3 Enjoy !
It’s been one week. One heaven kissed week since you’ve been basking in the glory of having your boyfriend whom was very touchy since that night, and well in love with you, all alone. Movie star he might be, there was no faking the way he was diving into your neck like sweets, as you stood in the slow moving elevator now.
It wasn’t like any way he’s held you before. It was fully immersed. Sickly devoted with warmth. Just how you liked it. In his arms.
His lips glossed over your neck quick yet smooth. Leaving words of ‘I’m not letting you go anywhere’ on your sensitive spot as you tilted to give him full access of it. His hands on your waist, palms pressing you into the nest of the elevator. Your nearly lost in a dream, in him. But you know better. You know the stakes.
Three more days. Then a few mere hours before he’s off to filming again. Long flights, and a heavy load of meetings just before hand. And you’ll miss him. His sent. Like a bunch of all your favorite things swarmed together, as he’s this close. Right now. Taking you. Giving you more than you could ever want in so little time this week.
You’d been on your way to meet with his team now, you’d asked if you could tag along previously — but your boyfriend already insisted on not making you sit through a boring meeting with his mangers. He’d ship you off to the outlet instead.
With his credit card of course.
His curls feel like soft waves in your hands as you felt his subtle chuckle into your jaw. He’s teasing and you like it. Hell, you crave it all the time. Keeping your hips stationed into his as you wanted to let out a deep sigh, let the feeling wash over you, like you could be completely happy with it all ending right there. Kissed and wrapped up in him.
But you only knew of what fatefully couldn’t be.
I want you all the time, Timmy.
Your thoughts find you before you can let yourself go. You want to push him away, before he can take any of what’s left of your right mind. You wanted him to notice. Wanted him to note that he was about to make you wish you weren’t a stars girl.
So as he’s inching for your lips, about to lay his on yours like all the answers you needed right then. Just a taste of you was what he wanted before jetting away. But, your doubtfully titling your head from his gesture. Eyes pondering away from your man who was suddenly stuck confused.
“Baby.. what’s up ?” Timothee breathes and luckily the elevator opens with your attention as well, and even as his hand lingers in yours, your still walking out with a soft bitten lip and a sigh.
Your silence only makes him hurry along after you, “what’s your deal ? Baby- -”
“Nothing.”
Your heading for his bmw. And as taken back as he was, Timothee still naturally opened the car door for you. But he wasn’t going to just move on without an answer. He knows this little routine. He knows you. It’s familiar after all. Except he can’t let himself take it as seriously as you do, not when your nose is tilted upwards and your posture is recognizably dramatic.
It got him bent at first, but when he realizes the pout in your lip, just as he snaps your seat belt in and adjusts it with care, his lips tug a soft grin.
“May I.. get a kiss ? Please ?”
“No.”
“Why ? Baby. Give me a kiss,” even with a bit more assertiveness in his voice, you didn’t want to budge. Not when you know you’ll be missing him again in less than an hour. You’d accept your fate early. So with a huff, you turn and kiss him on his eyelid instead.
Your boyfriend tries his hardest to keep a straight face. Annoyed, yet also amused. And your lips are twitching to fight a giggle as you stare at him now, arms folded and non reactive.
Timmy can’t help but lick over his lips softly and remain close to you as he hovers your passenger seat. “You wanna try that again ?” his tone drops a little, but remains softened and you could melt again. You hate when he does this. Hate the way he gets you to just want to give up any fight and merge into him. You’re being silly to him, but for you, it was serious. Even now as your inching the smallest little smile, you peck his lips softly. Not much. But not whatever that was before.
Timothee’s impression unimpressed as his eyebrows dip in offense, “c’mon princess, you can do better than that.”
Your man was waiting. Expecting. Staying there for you.
You wanted to resist some more. But really who are you to deny the sweetest kisses from the movie star whom tons of girls were desperately aching to have for themselves right now ? Maybe their yearn fueled you sometimes, and you’ll admit it, a little greedy at others. But overall, Timothee had you beat all on his own.
Going in tenderly with a hand to his soft cheek, you give him a real kiss at once.
Sweet, persistent, hungry, and blissful. Like your tiresome and sorry. You could do this all day.
Timmy’s fully immersed in it. Eyes shut with a faint grin against your lips. The second you’re done, you go back in for another. Then another. A sight of relief exiting you helplessly.
“There she goes,” he murmurs in between your soft pecks with a smile, making you hum for it as he braces the back of your neck, “that’s my girl.”
You know completely that this is exactly what he wanted. And you’re annoyed, but your also melting into his hold as your stomachs doing little cartwheels. You’re done for.
Timothee’s kissing you with full confidence, truly carrying the reality of you being his girl, like a promise. You weren’t expecting him to gently pull away with a grasps still on the bridge of your neck as his green meets your eyes finally.
With doing so, he can see it. He’s not anything under being a very astute man. The tiny bit of sadness that was dancing in your eyes right now. The one you’re trying to bury underneath being a little bit of a brat.
But as you’re leaning into him, arms draped over his shoulders not ready to let up just yet, Timmy smiles as he soaks in that exact look.
“.. it’s only a few weeks, my love.”
His tone was a little too sweet. It made you want to crawl into a cave. The feeling you wanted to hide there, along with your urge to tear up a little in all honesty. But you didn’t want to be that girl.
Timothee gently pushed a few strands of hair from your face.
“I’ll make it up to you. You know that.”
“It’s gonna feel like ages, though.. you know I struggle,”
“I know.”
He was being so kind to you right now, bending down to his knee, just beneath your level, even against the gravel beneath the car. Your thumb runs against his cheek, near one of his beauty marks that you so adore.
You really do appreciate his effort a lot. But sometimes you wished he wasn’t as big as the world needed him to be.
You would settle for the gentle hip rubs from his hands now, and his sparkly eyes that were dazing up at you like he was ready to listen to your every word with care. With the weight of it all in his hands, it was a fact he never failed to be an extraordinary boyfriend. And you could say that with pride.
“Will you text me the moment you get out of your meeting ?”
“I swear. And.. show me whatever you find while shopping ? - - I don’t want to miss any cute mirror pics..”
You giggle softly and he smirks. Your lightly playing with the soft hairs curling around his ear. “I wouldn’t want to distract Hollywood’s lucky charm in his super top secret meeting...” You teased, but really you know him wanting to keep you as far from his filming life as possible most of the time, was for good measure. Even though it lingered there in your relationship at times.
Your man only wanted to protect what was between the two of you at most. He knows how much you want to be apart of his world, but he also wanted nothing more than to keep his heart, that being you, away from all the chaos that comes with it.
You couldn’t blame him, with his stardom it was enviable how much people were putting in just to have the tiniest glimpse of the two of you. And you’d never want that to overshadow the incredible hard work he puts into what he loves doing.
So ultimately, you meant your remarks to be with the tone of how truly proud of him you’d been.
You left a soft peck on his cheek again. Timmy scoffed as he looks away with a coy blush.
“You’re a good distraction, baby. Good distraction.” He chuckles with a breathy note and you knew that for now, his word was enough. “Just spare me.. Okay ?”
You were settling into your seat again with lingering eyes on him and a faint blush, your lips that still long to be kissed, mark a sweet “Kay.” Timothee shuts your door gently with a promising look, he circles the car to get behind the wheel.
As much as you didn’t want to, you couldn’t keep your hands off you’re phone during your alone (pampering) time to show your man what you’d been eyeing throughout the day, and it was mostly his fault for asking of you to. Busy as he might be, you could imagine him trying to just peak a look at the spam of photos he knows you’ve sent. Featuring a sequence of you in things from mini dresses to evening gowns. Even shorter sundresses that rises against your thighs just right. Your hand placement where his would be.
Now, Timmy was biting down on his lip in a meeting room with the midday light hitting his phone a little to perfectly. So perfect, he didn’t even have time to push his phone back in his pocket when a photo of you: wearing Givenchy, studded and draped fabric around your cleavage was now appearing in your text messages.
The arch in your back, where your hip curves and makes a shape he would slide his hand over if he’d been with you. To touch you was a different story, but just thinking about it was enough to have his breathing slower, but heavier.
He was about to give himself up right now.
Timothee tried to hide his soft smirk while he’d been in a discussion with his managers, a slouched position in his seat. But Brian narrowed as he watched him from across the table nearby.
Timothee launched forward the moment you sent another.
For the sake of not helping him at all, it been a live photo of course. One of you with your hand slightly tousling your hair a bit and you stood in front of the mirror like an angel, wearing his Cartier bracelet and in his favorite brands. This time a pretty mini denim skirt, and you turned so of course the cuff of your ass was hidden just enough by the fabric, but not too much so, that your boyfriend had been running a hand over his parched lips now.
Leafy eyes completely doted to his phone, even though it was the last thing he should’ve been doing.
He’s a professional for heavens sake.
But when it really came down to it, you were always gonna be something else for him.
Now leaning back in his chair, whispering a faint “fuck” to himself as he scanned over the table again, and back at his screen. What’s on his mind right now was clear. A simple reminder of how he had you last night: begging.
He started typing quickly,
get everything.
He taped send to you before shutting his phone at once and slipping it into his pocket. And on the other end of course, you read the text with a grin on your face that was a bit too excited about your work of just enough thigh — it had truly got you your earnings.
Your actions might’ve been out of pocket, and a little naughty your man would say, but really all it was is that you missed him after all.
☆
One last night.
Dramatically, you might say, before it’s an eternity till you’ll be seeing your boyfriend again. Realistically, three weeks before Timmy isn’t the worlds, but yours again.
You had to get back to your life after all. You had clients, people who need you too. But it’s hard for you not to get so swept up in his world all the time to the point where having to pause it felt like dread.
You almost didn’t want to think of it. Didn’t even want to look at your suit cases lounging around the suite half packed, half rummaged through. You just wanted to be held by him now.
All the time you spent together throughout awards season, promotion, his downtime — quick little satisfactions of love and devotion from your lover. But when he goes back to filming, especially across the world. It’s like preparing for a cold winter.
You’d been sunken into the king sized bed, curled up, warm and cuddling yourself gently in nothing but your underwear and the a complete unknown hoodie Timothee had been wearing countlessly lately. He had provided you one of your own of course, even in your desired color. But you just had to inserted yourself in his. Because it smelled of him, and it made you feel a little less lonely on a night like this.
To make the quite of what was to come even a tad more bearable, the tv flickering across the hotel room was playing one of his films as well. You hadn’t even noted which one at first. You just pressed it the moment you saw your man’s pretty face appear on the catalogue, to transmit the sound of his voice throughout the silent room. Curled up in your comfort now, you watch him on screen.
To be near him any way right now, was better than when even just a mere couple of hours, you’d be back to miles and miles away from him instead.
The sun was almost gone to the next day, and the slip of his key card against the hotel door was faint. Entering in gently, like he’d been trying his best to be quiet in case you’d passed out already. It didn’t even catch you as you’d been immersed in the images of him on screen. Totally oblivious to the fact that real Timmy had been back to you after the long day. Completely no knowledge your boyfriend crept in softly, the jacket on him loose but ready to slip off, and his curls with a tint of sweat from running to meetings and fittings back to back.
When he sees your fame from the doorway, curled up into the most adorable ball. When he saw himself that it was you’d been engaged in, it made his heart skip a couple beats. He’d have to admit it, he knows how much being gone all day really made you feel. Staying back at the hotel or out and about without him he knows how much it means to you. How much you crave him.
He did also adore it.
Timmy leans against the entry frame of the suite. Arms crossed and a soft grin on his lips.
Watching you watch him.
“Miss me or just staring at me ?”
You jump a bit at the sudden interruption of the soft spoken voice you knew like your own name. Your eyes find his frame, the movie star underneath a washed out grey hoodie, and a look of fondness washes over your expression. Tired eyes but pure smile. Timmy took that look in because he knows it so well. The one that makes him feel like he’s the only man on the planet. The untethered admiration you’d given him.
Something he would think there’s no way he even deserves it at times.
“Both..” your voice soft, sleepy, and you have a little sideways smile on your face as you watch him stuff his hands in his pocket and make his way over to the bed.
“I missed you.”
Timmy has the kind of grin on his face that make his eyes shine a bit more, shaking his head endearingly at just how gone you are for him. “Yeah ? Was that what you were trying to say through those photos earlier.. that nearly got me gutted in my own meeting ?”
You held back a giggle but your blush highlighted your cheeks. Your trailed off with a sense of guilt, but also a tiny hint of reward,
“You said you wanted pics of everything..”
“And I got it. But Jesus, baby..” Timothee chuckled lowly as you’d been adjusting yourself when he came up on where you lie in bed, biting your lip to hide the smile that was a little too proud. You watch him remove the covers from your legs gently to get comfortable with you.
So he was folding during his meeting. You knew it.
“Is it so bad a girl just misses her man?..” You repeated yourself with a honeyed tone and soft but longing eyes meeting his glossy ones.
Timothee didn’t hesitate to grab the remote nearby you, directing it at the tv that was broadcasting himself, and powered it off mid monologue. He was hovering you now with a look of total affirmation.
“I’m right here.” He murmured close to your ear, tone breathy and full of devotion before leaving the sweetest kiss on your neck. You could melt right there. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders with a small giggle because it was true. All you wanted.
He is right where he should be. Right here with you.
Your feeling his lips in the perfect spots, making the perfect moves on your skin. You part your thighs just enough so he’ll be able to fit right in between them. He lets his hands drift to gripping your legs to be secured around his waist. Not letting space between your bodies, and only the pure comfort of one another. You can’t say your heart was beating at a normal rate right now. Timmy definitely noticed it with the way his lips curled into a knowing smile, and he just wrapped you around him even tighter.
It made you want to sigh out desperately, with all the worries you had of tomorrow, but the warmth of right now being too good to miss.
Your hand faces his cheek, rubbing soft circles with your thumb as his eyes trail your chest, where your heart beats a thump after the other, to your face.
“That desperate for me, mon amour ?” He teased with that damn charm. His tone silk with a faint cockiness. Like he knows your every move. And a gentle grin, with lips brushing your skin again.
You could have groaned, but your blush just overtook your entire body temperature at this point.
For fucks sake. He’s too good.
You whine with soft laughter to hide your coyness now. You nuzzle your face into the side of Timothee’s neck. His sent filing you up like a high. You wished he would just shut up. Spare the time to make your need sink in, and just make you forget what was to come.
It was what you needed, and you could hope he did too.
So, not being able to hold on another minute, with your hands tangled in his soft curls — you just kiss him. Your lips on his like a careless crash. Needy even. You taste him like you’d never gotten to before. And how it never got old. You can tell Timmy is grinning against your mouth but your too stuck in a haze to care.
But for all the annoyance in the world, he’s not kissing you back.
In fact he drags it out, replenishes, lips barely hovering yours, just to make you chase it.
You wanted to curse. You could hit him right now.
He’s biting back a chuckle. He found amusement in getting you like this. Because every time it’s enviable he’ll give you what you want. But you still fall for the trap every time. Forever for him.
“Timothee.” your huffing impatiently with a whiny tone.
“What, baby ?”
“Kiss me.”
He groans a bit like you were asking him a task.
“Mmm.. nah, I rather get revenge from earlier..”
You had to pause and search his face for a moment before the thought came back to you of earlier today, when you’d revoked your kissing privileges from him first.
You wouldn’t accept that your attempt to be a brat had backfired on you. Because in all reality.. he actually deserved it. In a way.
Instead of protesting, you just roll your eyes and let your exaggerated whine do the talking for itself. Which Timmy laughs at the way you’ve caught your own tongue.
“Yeah. How does it feel, doll ?”
“Shut up, Timmy.”
You don’t care. Truly. You just wanted what you wanted. Him. Your chest falls softy as you just squeeze him a little and rest your forehead into his chest. Eyes a bit glossy as you let your heart sink into what was actually making you cling to him so much.
“In a couple of hours, we’ll both be on a plane.. Separate ones. So just- - kiss me, please ?” Your tone was light as you mumbled it into the cloth above his chest and you can feel him breathe out deeply. The way your hands had been around him now and your legs curled into his body a little more, all made him want to hold on to you and never let up.
And that’s when he pressed his lips to the crown of your head tenderly, with care, then made his way to your lips. Soft at first, then with a deep incline that had you closing your eyes and letting the softest relief go from the back of your throat.
There it is.
You physically sink into his kisses, hands grasping his chin just to get a better feel. Timothee makes sure his hands are cupping you into him as he rolls you against his body. “ma princesse,” he quietly groaned against your lips before parting from you apologetically, and reaching for the ends of his t-shirt to pull off.
You can’t hide your smile, your full body blush, not if you even tried.
Your wrists were being lifted to his lips as he pressed gentle kisses to your palm, your fingertips, and your knuckles with ease and a doting look in his eyes. You could get lost in the way he was observing you now as he loved on the soft parts of you like this. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and gave him full access before you noticed he’d been positioning himself lower on the bed sheets, Timothee’s curls falling into his eyes heavenly. He lowered himself over your tummy. More kisses here and there.
You automatically parted your legs for your boyfriend. And he’d fit snug. Chest rising as his hands find your calves and lift your thighs over his shoulders easily. Your body jilted as he tugged you closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to him. And his soft lips were still pressed to your upper core while a faint breath danced pass your lips.
Your warm, pulsing under the thin fabric you had on. And he loved it. He also adores the fact that it’s his hoodie you’re in right this second. With green eyes scanning your own, he never lets up from pecking your skin — reaching to push the hoodie out of the way, so that his hands could find the waist band of your thong.
Eyes swelling with devotion, you let him take over completely. Lifting your hips without hesitation so his fingertips would slide the fabric down your thighs, with controlled eagerness, and over your dangling feet. Once they’re out of the way, he puts your legs secure right over his shoulders. Timothee licks his lips once. Then another. Hunger swelling through his narrowed earthy eyes, familiar to you whenever he gave you his mouth. Usually with the light dim, your glowing cheeks on display, his knees against the ground, just like right now.
The subtle sound of your man pressing a kiss to your clit made you hum, it was enough to get your hands sliding through his dark freshly shortened curls, like a forest you knew the pathway by heart. You tug tenderly. “Timmy- -” your panting soft, and your lips part agape when he takes his time to scan your expression — his lips suction around the bud, and a euphoric kind of suck that has him closing his eyes achingly slow, like he’s being transported into another world full of you.
Your jaw goes flying within seconds.
Your moaning again, his name, soft “oh’s” while your other hand catches his locks too. Timothee nestled like home into the way the fullness of your thighs dip around his ears, slender fingers piercing the skin of your ass a bit as well, he moves you against his face, and his tongue gets a boost of its own. Dipping into you once, the taste makes him groan, and it’s totally known to both of you he’s erected just nicely under his joggers by now. “Mmm..” fills up your ears as your man let his digit get coated with your wetness, pleasuring you in little patterns across your cunt.
Your squeezing his shoulders, the nearest pillow, letting your head fall against the cushions.
“Fuck.. fuck, yes…” your moans are more like whimpers and chants — to which he finds adorable, especially when you can’t quite catch your breath; he reaches up to push his hoodie from your torso a little more when it’s crowding him. You suck in your lip as your legs go stiff, like you might lose the feeling in them from the way he’s plunging into your core, but Timmy keeps your legs apart, even directing them upwards for better access to where you drip. And you let his mouth take over your lower half like he’s the king and your his open treasure — that’s when a deeper moan exits your throat, from your veins, from your heart.
“Mmm- - yes ! Fuck — Timothee !” Your eyes go from being closed in bliss to watching him devour your slickness till your a panting mess, “More, more, more..”
“This ? Is this what you want, sweet girl ?” Your boyfriend’s low breathy tone comes in as his index finger finds it’s way of sliding over your folds, pace slow and teasing that makes you tremble, he enters you without any warning and your whimpering like it’s his to take.
“Oh… yeah, I wanna cum- - make me cum, baby..”
You didn’t have to ask him twice. Timmy kept his lips where you need them, loving the floods of pre-cum you left, and one hand was pumping into your clenched entrance.
It drove him crazy you to have you shaking like this.
All for him.
As well as the way he’s known to be a triple threat, he even brings his free hand up to dance above your skin, your perfect chest, and right to your plump lips as he pushes his middle and ring fingers between them. With a moan like a million ‘thank you’s’ to the universe for a man like Timothee — you suck on his fingers like it was your birth right.
Your mind had been at a total halt for the first time today. Nothing but you, him, and the climax that was about to hit you like falling through heaven.
“That’s it- - cum on my tongue like a good girl.. show me how much you’re gonna miss me when we’re apart..”
Like that, you felt the feeling in your legs go numb, trembling like you couldn’t control the urge to let out a scream — Timothee might’ve sucked a bruise onto you by the velocity he was going, the rhythm of his tongue, and the way he flexed his jaw to completely devour you.
With curled toes and a rippled whine, the kind that had brought tears from your eyes — not only from the sensational feeling, but the reflection of his words. You really were a muse for just how much you’d miss him right this second. The muscle memory of his pleasuring mouth on you already engraved to where you gushed right now, and your boyfriend laid his tongue flat against your folds not to miss a drop.
His deep but soft moans echo throughout your core when your legs finally soften. Your tension is destroyed. Your relaxed, and to his delight, dripping with sweetness. — So, with a content exhale, he press a savory kiss to your inner thigh, then he rising and leaves a lengthy one on your knee that said, ‘mine’
Your smile has your cheeks burning nearly, and even more so with your flush. Timothee had a goofy yet cute grin on his face as he climbs on top of your body again, chest heaving but soft giggles filling the air from you as your boyfriend melts into your embrace over him. Kissing you deep and your softly moaning into each and every one, molding with him once again.
You can feel him against our core, harder than you guessed. And fuck did he feel too inviting even through the barrier of his joggers. Rubbing against you. Your breath hitched and you gripped the nape of his neck as you pulled away mid kiss to utter, “Let me take care of you, T..” your hand was already inching down his chest, even as your lips linger his — but he was tirelessly sinking into the opened of your neck. You could feel him taking a soft whiff of your sent.
“Shh, baby… I just wanna be with you- - just let me be with you for now.”
You were showcasing a fond little smile beneath your bitten lip. You could swear right now that you felt your heart beats even sink up while you held him, and his arms squeezed a little tighter around your waist.
There would be hundreds of cities you’d cross over tomorrow, and think of him, your Timmy. And there would be a million faces he’ll encounter in the next couple of weeks and still be ready for you.
But you had him now. A version of Timothee that was the most present, the most loving and completely intertwined with you.
Only a fool would waste that thinking of tomorrow.
A/N - reupload in honour of Timothée’s bday tomorrow, plus its ones of my favs
Info - sex obsessed Timothée, needy, birthday sex, begging, parents overhearing sex, hand job at table, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, dirty mind, unprotected sex
Timothée had been needy all day. I’d already let him fuck me three times today because it was his birthday. How he was still horny was beyond me. He’d begged me for a quickly in the car before going into his moms apartment and I’d refused. I told him we’d be late.
I was enjoying my time with Nicole and Timothée, but Timothée’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. I glanced down and one point and noticed the bulge evident in my boyfriends pants. I rolled my eyes.
“How are you still horny,” I muttered to Timothée as his mom went to get some wine.
“I don’t know, I just keep thinking about you, and your mouth, and your thighs, and your pussy, and fuck,” he shuddered.
“Your like a teenager,” I scoffed.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” he replied.
“As sweet as that is, we’re in your mom’s apartment,” I told him.
“We could do something,” he said, hope in his eyes.
“Like what Timmy, what would we even say? Sorry Nicole your son is a horn dog, I need to go take care of him?”
“No,” Timothée said. “Something a bit more sneaky than that.”
“Here we go,” Nicole came back in with the wine.
“Thanks mom,” Timothée said kindly. Under the table he guided my hand to his crotch. I nearly hissed at how hard he was. I couldn’t help but squeeze him ever so slightly. He sighed in relief.
I swirled my wine in my glass as I snuck my hand into his boxers. I began to pimp him up and down, and I heard him choke on his wine. I smirked.
“You alright Timothée?” Nicole asked.
“Splendid,” he coughed. My needy boy was thrusting up into my grasp every so slightly.
“So, what are you working on most these days?”
“Dune 2,” Timmy said. I swiped my thumb over his head, he let out a low whine.
“I am so sorry!” Nicole said suddenly. “I totally forgot, ugh, I have to put the finishes on dessert, I just got so caught up.”
“Nicole, it’s totally fine,” I said as I removed my hand from Timothée’s length. He sent me a scowl.
“No, I made it special, can you give me like fifteen minutes, less if I rush,” she said absentmindedly.
“That’s totally fine,” Timmy said, mischievous smile unfurling on his face. I knew what he was thinking.
“This is perfect,” he said when his mother left. “Pleaseeee, I’m the birthday boy.”
“Fine, I’ll blow you in the bathroom.”
“Score!” He cheered and pumped his fist.
“Seriously, teenager,” I rolled my eyes. We got up and went to the bathroom. He was practically giddy. He locked the door and I dropped to my knees.
I pulled him out of his confines and pumped him a couple times before taking him into my mouth. I went as far down his length as I could, and my nose hit his stomach. He was a mess, hands in my hair, moaning flowing out of his mouth.
I bobbed on his length, reaching up to massage his balls. He was panting, as he involuntarily jutted into my mouth, and apologized when I gagged.
It started to become very sexy to me as I watched him heaving. The fact that he’d had me three times today and still wanted me this bad. The way he was so weak for me, popping boners at the thought of me. How he was now a desperate mess from my mouth.
I reached down, putting my hand under my dress so I could get some relief. I moaned as I put pressure on my clit. Timothée just so happened to catch the movement.
“Hell no,” he growled and pushed me off his cock. It was dripping with my saliva.
“If my baby is horny, she gets taken care of,” he said quickly yanking me up off the floor. In three swift movements, my dress was pulled up, my panties pulled down, and his cock was sliding into me. He bottomed out with a moan.
“If my baby wants my cum, she gets my cum,” he said as he snapped his hips.
“How do you even have any cum left,” I moaned, head falling into the crook of his shoulder.
“I’ve always got cum for you.”
“How romantic,” I chuckled. He reached down to play with my clit as he pushed deeper inside me. He knew we had to finish up quickly. I could sense he was close. He always closed his eyes when the pleasure was too much, usually he was looking at me, unless he was going to cum.
“You want my cum?” He asked.
“Yes baby, give it to me,” I urged. He sped up his motion on my clit, meaning we came at the same time. He was spurting into me as I was processing my dizzying orgasm.
“Thank you baby,” he said, kissing me when he came down.
“I’ll go out first, how do I look?” He asked as he pulled up his pants.
“Well, unless you came here in lipstick, I should fix this,” I said, rubbing at his lips.
“Mmm,” he sighed. “I hope there’s a ring of it around my cock.”
“Timothée!” I slapped his chest lightly. “You just came and you’re still so dirty minded.”
He shrugged, and kissed my cheek before exiting. I fixed my hair and dress before I went out. Thankfully, Nicole was only just coming back with the delicious looking desert.
Timothée was looking smug and satisfied. The birthday boy had gotten his cake, and now he got to eat it too. I couldn’t help but feeling glad I’d made him happy. Even if I couldn’t look Nicole in the eyes at the moment.
“Have some,” she said cheerily, putting pieces on plates for Timothée and I. She watched her son take a bite, and smirked.
“Oh, and Timothée dear, if you’re going to do, THAT, in my apartment. I’d like a grandchild within the year.
It’s very rare for Y/n and Timothée to have some downtime in between work at the same time.
But when they do, Y/n makes the most of it. She spends as much time with him as she can… and she makes TikToks. Tons of TikToks.
She loves watching them back and seeing how in love they are with each other, she loves seeing people's reactions to their stories, and she loves that he's always so willing to film anything with her.
With this good amount of free time, she has a list of trends/pranks (some old, some newer) to do with her boyfriend.
“Timmyyyyy.” She whines, setting up her phone on the counter and hitting record already as he walks into the room.
“Yes, my love?” He asks, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
“Come try this cookie from Crumbl with me for TikTok.” She smiles, gesturing to the cookie in front of her.
“Okay,” He replies, moving to sit next to her as she turns to the camera. “The last one tasted like shit, so this one better be good.”
She giggles and looks at her phone, “Hey guys! So I'm here with my current boyfriend and today-”
“UMMMMMM.” He yells, making her turn to him and quirk an eyebrow. “Nah uh.” He stands up and paces back and forth as she tries to hold in her laughter.
“What? Can you sit back down so we can try this, please?”
“I'm not your current boyfriend. I'm your only boyfriend. Your future husband. The love of your life.”
“I said boyfriend.” She shrugged, feigning confusion.
“No, you said current boyfriend. Meaning you'll have a different one in the future.” He replies, his hands on his hips as he walks back over to her. He teasingly gets close to her face and stares her down, making her break and start giggling.
“Okay okay I'm sorry. It won't happen again.” She laughs, Timothée huffs.
“It better not.” He says, leaning in and gently kissing her nose.
She giggles and stops recording, “Oh my god, you're so cute, babe.”
He raises an eyebrow and watches as she grabs her phone, “Wait, are we gonna try this?” He wonders, pouting a bit.
She smiles and looks up at him, “You still want to?”
“Of course! It looks good.” He shrugs, she chuckles and pats the chair for him to sit down.
Comments:
timmyslaurie thank god he didnt overreact
leesbones he said “your future husband” IM SO SINGLEEE
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“Babe.”
“Hmm?” He looks away from the TV to her and smiles.
“Come over here and rank how mad you'd be if someone said this to me.” She says, sitting up from the couch as he goes over and sits down next to her.
Timothée sighs and rests his head on her shoulder as she starts to record and the filter stops on the first one, ‘You have a pretty smile’ "It's true, but four.” He shakes his head and Y/n laughs at how irritated he's getting already.
‘I feel safe with you.’ “Who's fucking saying this to you?” He grumbles, Y/n giggles and the camera shakes.
“Just like some guy at a bar or something, I dunno.” She shrugs, meeting his eyes as he quirks an eyebrow.
“Well- where am I?” He wonders, scooting closer to her.
“Baby! I don't know, you went to the bathroom or something.” She laughs, "Now what number?”
“Fucking… three!” She giggles and clicks her screen as the next one pops up. ‘I smile when I think of you’
“Fuck that. Two. Why is he thinking of you? Fucking…”
She laughs at how annoyed he is, ‘You remind me of this song’
“That's fucking weird.. but like seven.” He mumbles, ‘I feel like I can tell you anything’
“Ugh.” He rolls his eyes, “Five.”
‘I love your natural hair’
“Oh that's fine, that's nice. Ten.” He nods, Y/n snorts at the mood change, and they continue.
‘You are gorgeous’
“It's true, but like what the fuck… Six? I'm- I'm waiting for one that's gonna be like just UGHHGG, y'know?”
“I do, I do.” She laughs
‘You don't look your age’
“Nine. It's true.” He nods.
“Only two spots left.” She hums.
‘I love your laugh’
“Eight. Your laugh is the best.”
“This last one is number oneee.” She says.
‘You smell so good’
“Yes the fuck it is.” He groans, “He shouldn't be close enough to even fucking say that.”
Y/n laughs and ends the video, watching it back and posting it.
“I swear you do these to get me mad on purpose.” He chuckles, kissing her cheek.
She giggles and kisses him lightly, cuddling into him.
Comments-
rolemodelyn I LOVE JEALOUS BOYFRIENDS
timmyynchild the way his head was on her shoulder 🥺🥺🥺
filmyyn he was just mad the whole time i love it
spideyyn why is the smile fourth but the laugh is eight ?
y/n idek tbh
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“Hey baby, you wanna get wet today?” She asks him as she sets up a chair and pulls the hose out in their backyard.
He looks out from the porch and raises an eyebrow, “Like…” He smirks and she shakes her head, “Oh! Like water wet… not really, why my love?”
“Okay, just answer these questions right and you won't! Sit right here.” She pats the chair and he curiously sits down, watching as she sets up her phone.
“Okay, all you have to do is tell me whether this is princess treatment or bare minimum in a relationship.” She says, gripping the hose.
“Um, okay… I think I get it.” He nods, eyeing the hose.
She giggles, “Okay, is opening the door for your girlfriend bare minimum or princess treatment?”
“Bare minimum! I do that!” He exclaims, she laughs, and nods.
“Yes you do, okay, writing love letters.”
“There's no way that's bare minimum. Do you want me to do that?!” He wonders as she teasingly points the hose at him.
“I mean, it would be nice. But yeah I put princess treatment.” She agrees and he laughs.
“I wouldn't mind a fucking love letter.” He mumbles, she snorts and continues on.
“Okay, tying my shoes… bare minimum or princess treatment?”
He ponders, “I do that, but… I'd say princess treatment.” He flinches as he waits for the water to hit him, but she just laughs.
“I agree, some might not but I don't expect you to always do that.” She replies and he nods, “I mean, don't stop, though.” He laughs at that and she continues, “Buying me flowers for no reason, bare minimum or-”
“That's bare minimum! Whenever I see any pretty flowers I'm immediately getting them for you.” He answers and she nods.
“You're so good at this, babe.”
“I try my best.” He laughs, waiting for the next one.
“Paying for my nails?”
He hums, “I'd say… princess treatment?”
She groans, “Can you please get one wrong? I want to spray you!”
“Oh I'm sorry that I'm such a good boyfriend, baby!” He exclaims, she giggles and presses on the nozzle, spraying him with water for a second.
“Oops.” She shrugs and he laughs.
“You're lucky I love you.”
She giggles and gives up on the video, posting it.
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ynsheadphone i hope yall find out you’re cousins 🙂
arrakisdune they’re so perfect together 😭😭 they agree on everything
wallowsyn telling myself this is ai for my mental health ty 🙏🏽🥰🥰
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The next day, Timothée is lounging on the couch, reading a book when Y/n sits down on the floor in front of him and starts recording, “Hey guys! So a lot of you have been asking about the rules that my boyfriend has for me, so I'm just gonna list a couple of the main ones.”
Timothée quirks an eyebrow and looks over at her for a second, but doesn't say anything as she continues.
“So the first rule is that I can't wear makeup if he's not going to be with me.” Timothée's head shoots back up at that, “He says I'm prettier with it on so-”
“That's not true!”
“So I can't look that pretty when he's not around, especially if there's going to be other guys around.”
“Bro what?!”
She ignores him and continues, “The second rule is that I have to give him my phone at least once a month and he goes through it and blocks any man that he thinks I shouldn't follow or talk to-”
“Baby! That's literally fucking crazy!” He chuckles, sitting up and trying to meet her eyes but she keeps her stare on her phone.
“And that includes any male cousins or family members, if I'm not close with them I have to block them.”
He shakes his head and stands up, walking behind the couch and watching her, “Okayyyy! You're fucking with me.”
“The next rule is that I can't cut my hair short because I'm a girl, and he thinks my long hair is sexy. Anything above my shoulders is too short-”
“That's not true-”
“The last one I wrote down was-”
“You wrote these down?!”
“He tracks the food I eat, if I exceed a certain amount of calories in one day, a meal is deducted from the next day-”
“Oh don't forget to tell them that you also can't fucking breathe if I'm not there.” He teases, which breaks her, and she starts laughing. He chuckles and walks up behind her, pulling her towards his legs as she reaches for her phone.
“How'd you think of those? Do guys actually do that?”
“Probably. Men are evil.” She sighs as she ends the video.
He bends down and kisses her head, “You're so funny.”
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womanyn “that’s not true-” the cut off every time im crying
lucyyn the way he admits to it… get out of there girl 😔😔
cinemayn why’d he let you keep going though 😭😭
y/n he knows better than to silence women
paulslee he keeps interrupting you omg… let us know if you need help
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Later that night, they're eating dinner and watching a movie, and she secretly starts recording him before she asks her question.
“Hey baby?” She says, looking over at him as he bites his food.
“Yes, darling?” He hums, meeting her eyes as she prepares to ask him her question.
“Do you think I could be on the cover of Vogue?” She asks timidly, looking down at her plate so he thinks she's serious.
“Um yes, of course. Why, did they call you?!” He grins, putting his plate down and scooting closer to her.
She laughs and shakes her head, “No, but… do you think I'm pretty enough to be on the cover?”
Timothée teasingly rolls his eyes and nods, “You're kidding, right? You're like the most beautiful woman in the world, of course you could be on the cover.”
Y/n finds herself blushing at his words and smiles, “Yeah?”
He nods and leans forward and kisses her, her phone dropping to the floor, but neither of them cares.
“You can do anything you want, baby.” He says against her lips, she giggles and kisses him again.
“I love you.” She mumbles, he moves her plate out of the way, and hovers over her as he kisses down her neck.
“I love you way more.”
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sexyyn IT'S THAT EASY
cinemyn “did they call you?” LMAOOOO AWWWW HES SO CUTE
ynssocks “the most beautiful woman in the world” so there are other women outside of the world that are prettier? wow…. Just wow.
y/n brb gonna break up with him
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A couple of days later, she once again sneakily records him as they're lying down watching a movie and he's eating a snack.
The plate is on his lap, right next to his phone, so she takes the opportunity to record yet another TikTok.
She sighs and reaches for his phone, to which he shoots away from her and quickly grabs his plate, “Bro! I literally asked you if you wanted any pizza rolls, and you said no!” He exclaims with a teasing tone.
She snorts and lets out a laugh as he guards the plate, holding it close to his chest.
“I just wanted to see your phone!” She giggles, he hums and leans back toward her, grabbing his phone from the cushion and handing it to her.
“What, you gotta Google something?” He wonders, “Where's yours at? Didn't you just have it?”
She shrugs and fakes looking around for it, “No, I just wanted to look through yours.”
He quirks an eyebrow at that, as they haven't really ever looked through each other's phones before. They know each other's passwords, but that's more for when one is driving and can't use it or something.
He shrugs, “Okay.”
She giggles, “That's fine?”
He bites into another pizza roll and nods, “Yeah? Why wouldn't it be?”
She chuckles, “I love you.” She leans over and kisses his cheek before grabbing her phone from where it was leaning against her leg to record.
“Oh my god! Another TikTok? What was even the point of that one?” He jokes, kissing her lips before she moves away again.
“To see if you were cheating, or had something to hide from me on it.”
“How could I possibly do better than you?” He laughs.
Her heart swells at that, and she stops recording.
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musicyn HE SAID HOW COULD HE DO BETTER THAN HER 😭😭😭😪😪😪
paultimmy and we're out here arguing about snap scores….
60syn he grabbed his plate so quick im cryingg
shawnmendes HAHAHAHAA
sombryn mind you, he cheated on her.. not so funny now is it
pinkyyn they probably had this exact situation happen but it went so bad so quick 😭😭💀
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Timothée is away filming when Y/n and her best friend Kate are having a sleepover, and she brings up another trend she saw going around.
“You should call Timmy and tell him goodnight.” She giggles as they lounge on the couch after eating takeout.
“Oh my god, those are so funny.” She laughs, “Does he even have my number?”
Y/n thinks, “I dunno actually.. he has to, right? I've been with him for like six years, he probably has my best friend's number. I have his best friend's number!”
The two laugh, and Y/n records as Kate starts to call him and puts it on speaker.
The call goes to voicemail, making the girls crack up, “He definitely doesn't have my number saved.” Kate giggles and calls again.
“Hello?” He answers after a couple of rings.
“Hey, Timmy. It's Kate.” She says, shutting her eyes to stop herself from laughing. Y/n covers her mouth to hide her little laughs.
“Kate who?”
“Kate, Y/n's best friend.” She says, feigning offense.
“Oh oh ohhhh! I'm sorry, it didn't click in my head ahaha.” He awkwardly laughs and Y/n's heart swells at how sweet he is.
“All good, I-”
“Yeah, what's up? Is y/n okay?” He asks, and Y/n whines at that, leaning in closer to Kate. “She had said you guys were gonna have a girls' night.”
“Oh yeah, yeah she's okay. That's happening tomorrow, looking forward to it.” She lies, looking at Y/n and raising an eyebrow.
“Oh! I got my days mixed up aha… so why are you calling?”
“I just wanted to say goodnight.” She replies smoothly, Y/n snorts as there's no response. But her phone dings.
It's a text from Timothée.
Maud’dib😍- yooooo Kate is calling me rn just to tell me goodnight… weird, right?
“Um… you wanted to tell me goodnight?” He replies, Y/n points at her phone and mouths that he texted her.
Kate is quick, “Yeah. I-”
“Why?” Timothée is quicker.
“Well- why not?”
“That's weird, man. I'm not someone you call to say goodnight to. You actually don't ever have to tell me goodnight, ever.”
Y/n covers her mouth in shock and nods her head. This is such a better reaction than she thought he would have. He's kind, but can be stern when necessary.
He's the one.
“Well, sorry that I care about you having a good night.” Kate fake scoffs, quietly laughing.
“That's just weird. If the roles were reversed right now, you know that'd be fucking weird.”
“It doesn't have to be-”
“Nah nah nah. You're really gonna do Y/n like this? She would never do this to you, I- I'm not doing this-” He chuckles and then the line goes dead.
The girls burst out laughing and Y/n wipes her eyes, “That was crazyyyy. Dude, we gotta call him back-”
Y/n is cut off by her phone ringing, “Oh shit, it's Timothée!” She exhales before answering, “Hey baby, what's up?”
“Did you see my text?” He asks immediately.
“Yeah, I was about to reply to it, but what do you mean?”
“I meannnnn that she fucking called me and told me goodnight and when I told her that it was weird, she tried to play it off as no big deal!” He exclaims, Y/n and Kate struggle to keep their laughs in.
“What? Why would she do that?”
“I have literally no fucking clue, I didn't even know it was her calling at first… baby, I would talk to her if I were you. You're having your girls' night tomorrow, see if she brings it up or something. Talk to her about it, please!” Y/n pouts at how frantic he's getting; he's been put through the ringer with these videos recently.
“Okay, baby- Timothée, I'm sorry.” She says, not wanting to keep it going any longer.
“Why are you apologizing?”
She whines at his words, “Because this was all a joke, baby. It was for a tiktok!” She admits and hears him sigh over the phone.
“Babe… thank fucking god! So your girls night was today!” He exclaims, she giggles.
“Yes it was tonight, Kate is right here next to me.”
Kate leans over to speak, “Hi Timmy! I'm sorry, it was definitely one of the weirdest moments of my life!”
“Of yours? Imagine how I felt!” He replies, “Oh my godddd, I was literally thinking like ‘this girl is insaneeee’ ahaha. Soooo fucking uncomfortable.”
“I can't believe you texted me while still on the phone with her.” Y/n laughs.
“I- yeah, of course! If I didn't then there'd be a problem.” He chuckles, “Okay baby, I gotta get some sleep. Goodnight my love.”
Y/n pouts, “Goodnight Timmy, I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Yeah, goodnight Timothée!” Kate jokes, Y/n laughs and playfully shoves her.
“Very funny girls, have fun. I'll call you tomorrow, baby!”
“Okay, darling.” She smiles and they hang up. “Ugh, I miss him.” She sighs, leaning back against the couch as Kate goes to hug her.
“You guys are adorable, it's disgusting.”
Y/n frowns and hugs Kate back.
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sallyyn SEE FELLAS IS THIS SO HARD ?!?!?!
marvelyn brooo he was so mad 😭😭💀 he was ready to call yn right after and tell her LOL
timmysgrandchild he was soooo quick to shut that down ughhhhh I love him.
y/n me too bro, me too!
tchalamet literally the most uncomfortable moment of my life… and I've had to ride sandworms in the desert.
I just wanna say that I am SO excited for the part 2 to your Paul Destiny fic. I have so many questions and Im excited to see if they get answered. Like if Paul is pledging his love to the reader then is the romance plot with Chani still relevant? Is the reader still the princess here? Very interesting
Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅱ of Ⅱ
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A/N: Honestly, I didn't think this would blow up so much- 1k+ likes??! Thank you all, it's sick 🙃 in answer to your questions, I didn't really specify if the reader (you) are part of a Great House or the Emperor's daughter, or maybe someone else, that's kind of up to your imagination. And yeah, sorry Chani fans, I kind of kicked her to the curb lmao; This is all about you, and so enjoy the second and final part of this destiny trope before I work on some relationship headcanons for Paul and Feyd-Rautha...
Requests are open for Dune 2, so don't be shy 📩
You can't escape fate.
It's as real as the Spice that threads through the grains of sand blanketing Arrakis in heavy, warm golden waves. It twists and turns in the air, in the tides of change, something beyond understanding roping together reality and its lives to bond, whether in love or hate.
At least, with the newly ascended young Emperor, you know which side you're on. Since the day of his declaration and claiming of you as his Empress, you've never once left his sight, unknowingly or not. The boy is almost ridiculously close and observant, as if testing the depths of the events unfolding around him, testing to see whether you'll try to run from them, from him. But you can't run from fate, either.
"You aren't resting."
Paul's soft, low voice slices through the silence of the dusk, the only words you hear before you feel his warm, firm arms slipping under your arms and around your middle, pulling you into his front in a smooth, protective motion. His chocolate brown locks tickle your neck and cheek as he gazes up at you from your shoulder; wandering, curious eyes study yours knowingly, his natural hues tainted blue with the Spice.
"What troubles you?"
You hesitate in your response, unsure of the right thing to say. There's no point in lying, not to him, to a boy who could easily use the power of his Voice to make you tell him everything and anything with just a few words. He's done it to the Bene Gesserit, to those who speak out of turn and challenge him cluelessly, but never to you. And something tells you that he never will.
"I'm sorry," is how you answer instead, in a small whisper, trying to read his expression before his reaction.
But all Paul does is give you one of his soft, amused smirks, a brow raising slightly, unconvinced.
"Don't apologise to anyone for anything," he murmurs, his fingers drifting to lock with yours, his hand hot and strong in yours. "We are to be wed, you and I, soon. So what troubles you?"
"It's not you," you tell him as earnestly as you can, his eyes capturing yours and holding them as you blink up at him. "I'm just... nervous."
"Nervous?" Paul repeats gently, his hands squeezing yours for a moment, his face an inch away from yours. "What have you to be nervous about?" He grins slightly, not attempting to hide his teasing amusement. "A wedding?"
You can't help but smile at his tone, savouring the unguarded moments of the new, young Emperor, his boyish traits lingering beneath the newfound power and promises passed down to him.
You were nervous, because you weren't so familiar with destiny and its quirks, and yet, Paul Atreides seemed to be its master. Nervous, because although there was a strange pull between you and him, a deeper part of you somehow knowing him, at an instinctive ease with him, you had never met him before these past few days, and now, you were going to be joined together for time indefinite by marriage. Nervous, because he didn't just want you to rule with him, but alongside him, as a partner, a second part of him. His second half who's with him in soul, not just spirit, physically, not just mentally. And he's relishing in it.
"I've never had one before," you shake your head with a light smile, "I don't know what to expect. Or what's expected of me."
Paul hums to himself at your reply, pausing for a while as he thinks over his words.
"It isn't just a wedding," he tells you quietly, "it's so much more. This... this a beginning. A new dawn."
"Beginning?" You echo in bemusement, looking up at him in wonder. "Of what?"
"Of a new era," Paul says thoughtfully, his hands moving from yours to run over and down your sides, tracing over your figure absentmindedly, a gesture that makes you hold your breath for a beat as you watch him, "the first of many. You are more than a mere future. You're the future. My future. And the future of my people."
The sincerity and conviction in his voice makes you stare back at him in slight awe, taken by his certainty of what he's seen in the deepest stretches of his mind, the flickering images of you, adorned in all your natural beauty and grace that he could find nothing short of perfect. You were a fantasy and a hope materialised. Someone he'd wished and dreamed for so much, that you came true, just as you should have.
"Anything that happens to you," Paul continues, looking you straight in the eye as he speaks, "happens to me. You have always been mine, and I was yours before then. Absolutely and completely."
And his words make a home in your head, everything he says so poetic and beautifully surreal, but so honest and unwaveringly confident. He didn't need to practise what he said before he whispered the sweet words in your ear, in a voice only you could catch, in the long, warm nights on Arrakis. There was no need for practice. He had been made for this, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
You let yourself relax slightly in his grips, giving him an earnest smile. "That sounds nice."
Paul smiles back at you, a bright, sweet smile that makes him seem so soft and normal, almost forgetting for a moment of his utter strength and glory over the planets, his dangerous darkness that he occasionally allowed to rule over his actions at the tensest of times, until those who stood up against him retreated in bewilderment and fascination and fear.
"It does," he agrees, his gaze dropping to look out at the dunes beyond you, "you can't imagine..."
You couldn't. But every part of you wanted to. And those parts won.
"Won't you tell me?"
Paul's attention shifts back to you after you speak, before you can stop yourself.
"Would it be kind to tell you?" He asks aloud, speaking half to himself as his eyes go to search yours again, studying every inch of you, almost unsettlingly intently.
"Do you dream?" Paul questions you softly, and you dither before shaking your head.
"Not like you do," you answer steadily.
"Like I do. Seeing your face amidst the streaks of sunbeams and every kind of ethereal power that could create wonders, planets, worlds. Waking up, and you're not here, though it felt so real," he goes on, his voice laced with longing, as if it pained him to remember the feeling. "Realer than I've ever felt anything before. Every sense in me was awakened, because with destiny, I saw hope. And I did not know that hope could be so.... beautifully... angelic."
Paul draws closer and closer with each word, pulled by invisible strings to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a long moment to breathe, breathe you in. The sight of it is almost dizzyingly hypnotic, staring at the little scattered freckles over his fair, lightly tanned skin, cheeks flushed golden. He moves his face to rub his cheek against yours, seeking out affection in an irresistible rare, vulnerable move. Your hand reaches up to brush your fingers against it, and he takes it in his immediately, pressing his lips against your fingertips as he speaks.
"I need you," Paul insists, his voice firm and pressing again as he stares at you with a spark of desperation. "I need only you. More than you can comprehend. By my side, always, where you belong."
"I'm right here," you reply a little giddily, looking away from his eyes slightly bashfully from the intensity and unbridled longing of his gaze. "I suppose I'm just not used to this."
"To what?" Paul questions, his fingers tilting your chin up softly to force your eyes back up to his, his face a little closer than before. "To being an Empress?"
Before you can respond, he's pushed himself closer over you, his warm, damp lips sliding and pressing against yours and parting to encourage you to deepen his affections. It sends hot shockwaves rushing straight through your blood, as Paul crouches over you, all patience and purpose forgotten in the moment where it's just the two of you in the calm, lingering desert night.
You fit together perfectly, too perfectly for his words to be untrue, and his head tilts keenly where your fingers skim his neck, his lips parting from yours as they tangle in his hair with a short gasp. He loses none of his confidence and persistence, his azure blue eyes a shade darker as he watches you with an open trace of adoration.
"A queen?"
"Paul," you start shakily, as he smirks at you fondly, his head ducking to trace his tongue briefly up the skin of your neck, with a faint chuckle.
"To being desired?"
You glare at him weakly, hanging onto his hands tight to find some sense of grounding. "You're just playing with me."
"I intend to do so much more than that," Paul grins at you, kissing your cheek before burying his face against your shoulder. "And so should you. Test the depths of our connection. Push it to its limits. Push me. Please."
You find yourself speechless again at his way with words, simple and truthful, but full of passion and unthought romance, a sensation he's been craving since the first shadows of your being in his hazy dreams and visions.
"Give into your destiny, sweet girl," he croons to you in a whisper, his lips brushing against yours and pressing down against your skin needily, hungrily. It takes almost inhumane strength not to crumble and shiver under his touch and desire radiating off him and his dark glare, the wanting over years of dreams and prophecies building up to its peak. "Give into me."
"I think I will," you whisper back in awe and giddiness, your arms having to hold tightly around his neck to stay upright. "I think I want to."
"That's good," he praises you with a soft smile, as his voice lowers. "And besides," Paul mutters in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek breathlessly, with that subtle, teasing look in his eyes, "I plan on taking you as mine well before the wedding."
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