MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Victory P 1

Info - based off don't worry darling so spoiler alert, keeping someone in virtual reality against their will, virtual relationship, toxic Timothée, brain washing, simulation, sponge bathing, mention of oral (Fem receiving), couple on brink of divorce, mention of angry sex, bad hygiene

I came home nearly slumping from the day of work. I pushed back my greasy curls. I'd been neglecting showering because I just wanted to be with my girl, and in there, I looked perfect. I never felt as good about myself as I did when I entered the victory project. She would be waiting for me eagerly in there, unlike in real life where our marriage had been rocky and tumultuous.

I saw her laying in the bed. I knew other men in the VP didn't take care of their significant other. Sometimes they laughed about how long the girl's nails had grown, how wild their hair was, how much more perfect they were inside the VP. However, my girl would always be perfect to me, it had just taken this program to finally see WE were perfect. I kept her nails manicured, I trimmed and washed her hair, I changed her clothes and gave her sponge baths. Every once in a while I'd pay a professional to clean her up, they all thought my lover was in a coma and I was desperately hoping she'd awaken and keeping her in pristine condition, and that was why I was their favorite customer.

I put on the appropriate head gear, and intertwined my fingers with her cold ones before I logged in. I was home, and slamming my luxury car door and whistling as I walked into my perfect suburban home.

"I missed you with all my heart," she said immediately. She threw her whole body around me, so that I was holding my koala bear in a tight grip.

"I love how happy you are to always see me," I said truthfully.

"Because I'm obsessed with you Timmy," she giggled and then we were kissing. These virtual experienced felt more real and true than the last months had in the real world, where we were always fighting, and if we touched one another it was for angry sex. I didn't understand the appeal of angry sex whatsoever. Some people said it was more passionate and rough, but to me it just felt hollow. Neither of us ever came from it, we'd just stop at one point and roll away from one another unsatisfied.

"Mmm, missed, Mmfff, you too," I said through kisses. Finally, I laid her down on the couch so I could eat her out. I treasured her juice and she always pushed me away when she was angry at me, but here she was always up for it.

"Im obsessed with you too," I said darkly, and I hoped she'd never find out just how true that was.