#Timothee smut

[starlightsuffered]

I would like something where Timothée is a fuckboy dominant asshole. While flying to Italy for the Venice Film Festival in first class he finds this very beautiful Italian stewardess. Something smut with a very selfish, asshole and self-centered Timothée and a very submissive reader. Thank you very much

Stewardess

Info - dom Timothée, pantie gag, unprotected sex, stewardess reader, potential breeding kink, dick Timothée, slight intox, mile high club, Italian sweat word, degrading, hair pulling, biting

“Stop whining you pathetic slut,” He whispered in my ear. The devil on my shoulder had been telling me to give into this charming man the whole flight, as immoral as it was. The angel on my other shoulder was even intrigued with how beautiful he was.

“Take this,” he growled as his cock plunged in and out of me. I was whimpering like a dog until his shoved my own panties into my mouth.

“Taste the fucking wet stains you left while thinking of me,” Timothée growled. I shuddered.

The bathroom was small so I was completely smashed against the wall as he fucked me from behind.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I moaned. He wrapped my hair around his hand and yanked my head to the side. His eager lips were marking my neck, sometimes teeth would rake against the soft flesh.

“You wanted this so bad,” he taunted me.

“Uh, huh,” I agreed, still gagged. I felt dazed from the sent and taste of my own slick.

“Wanted to be a cock drunk little whore. Joining the mile high club with the biggest dick on the plane. You walk around in that slutty outfit and thought I wouldn’t bend you over and take this cunt?” He was still slamming into me. His cock was thick and long and I nearly had tears in my eyes from the pleasure.

“Wanted my babies swimming around in side you huh? Wanted to feel cum swollen and trying to keep it all inside you as you walk around and serve your little drinks?” He crooned in my ear. He was panting, and his voice was gravelly. I didn’t know how he thrusted so deep in this small space. I was voraciously hungry for him.

“Please!” I cried in a muffled tone. He chuckled darkly.

“Take this,” he whispered, stopping his movements for a moment. He poured a small bottle of alcohol down my mouth. I felt the liquid settle in my belly. The warmth of the drink mixed with the warmth in my core.

I felt more pliable, more used with every moment. I adored it. I wanted my insides to permanently be the shape of him. I was just a fucked out little sex doll as I came. My desperate cunt was grabbing at his dick as if begging him never to pull out.

My eyes rolled back in my skull as he released inside me. He grunted and violently shoved his hips forward. Without even moving in the end, he’d shot his huge load inside me.

“We will soon be landing in Venice, Italy, please fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing,” said the over head voice.

I turned to the cocky actor. He was smirking at me as he pulled up his jeans and zipped them.

“C-can I have your number?” I asked in a breathless voice.

He stood, leaning against the wall. His eyes dragged up and down my body slowly. I could tell I was used and useless to him now. For some odd reason, I didn’t mind.

“Nah, got a whole week in Venice,” he said smugly. “Can’t go back to pussy I’ve already ruined.”

“See yah, Puttana,” he winked. He smirked at the way I closed my legs, desperately trying to keep his cum inside me. He blew me a kiss before leaving the bathroom.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Timothee!wonka the type of man to…

-give the best aftercare, literally the best. he’s so sweet, asking if you’re okay and picking you up and taking you into the bath. Anything you need? He’s already got it.

-a switch. he’s mostly a sub, but he doesn’t mind being a dom at all.

-have a more than average size. you’re worried when you first see it, but he says it’ll fit wants to say he’ll make it fit.

-he’s loving during sex, it’s romantic and intimate

-loves himself a stomach bulge. idc he loves it.

-may put the hat on you, you’re just so pretty to him with it );

-loves having his hair pulled. no further comment.

-will beg. once again no comment.

[iluvxsm]

how did she not pounce on him

[tttchalamettt]

Pretty Boy

Summary: Reader makes Timmy use his words to ask for what he wants. Content Warnings: Smut (p in v), sub!Timmy/dom!reader, extremely short. Word count: 460

A tiny whine escaped his throat as I kissed around the sweet spot on his neck. I was being particularly wicked tonight, avoiding all the spots I knew he needed me most. 

“Please…” he whimpered.

“Please what?” I purred, flicking my tongue over the sensitive spot on his neck.

“Please,” he tried again. He didn’t like to beg. Thought it made him sound less masculine. I, however, loved hearing his little whimpers and pleas; the cute little noises he made when he needed me so much that he just couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Tell me what you want,” I coaxed, my hands roaming his chest. 

“Want youuu,” he whined, his hands running down the curves of my body and finally resting on my hips. 

“I’m right here, baby,” I replied innocently, gently biting the spot between his neck and his shoulder and then soothing it with my tongue. He squirmed beneath me, uncomfortably needy. 

“Please, (Y/N).”

“I can’t read your mind,” I said. One of my hands drifted up into his beautiful curls. I tugged a little; he always loved that. “I’ll be happy to give you whatever you want. You just have to tell me, baby.”

He let out another frustrated whimper. I could feel his hardness against me. He bit his bottom lip as if it were the only thing holding the words in. I brushed a rogue curl off his forehead, taking his face in my hands and looking deeply into his eyes.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“I want you to ride me!” he finally burst. “Want you to ride me and call me your pretty boy and let me cum inside you. Please, (Y/N)!”

I smiled, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

I pulled his cock out from his boxers and descended on him in an instant, more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted. His head dropped back onto the pillow and he let out a sigh of relief. I set a slow pace, leaning over him. He let out another little moan. 

His hands gripped my hips as I began to move faster. I could tell he was trying not to buck up into me and fuck me himself; he wanted me to do it. 

“Does that feel good, pretty boy?” I asked. 

“So fucking good,” he replied, another moan escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he groaned as I clenched around him. “Gonna cum, (Y/N).”

“Cum inside me,” I whispered in his ear. I felt him explode, the feeling of his hot cum pushing me over the edge.

“Thank you,” he whimpered, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasmic bliss.

I smirked, running my fingers through his hair again. “Any time, pretty boy.”

[ginnysgraffiti]

For Lee perhaps a breeding kink smutty smut with pregnant reader 😄

aaaa finally-

needy lee, breeding kink, needy lee, worshipping, 18+

&. LEE x yn.

it was already late when lee jumped off the pick-up and waited for you to do the same.

you raised your eyebrows, as to silently ask him for reasons.

"wanna sleep in a motel tonight." he whispered, kissing your lips before entering.

it was pretty strange, since the only times he abandoned his truck were to get food at diners or go hunting.

you preferred his pick-up, just like him, but a comfortable mattress and sheets impregnated with detergent never hurt anyone.

lee was needy. deadly needy.

you could see it in the way he drummed his fingers on the counter of the reception, took the room keys and let you enter first. his bulge was visible and he could tell you noticed.

he immediately pushed you on the mattress, simply straddling your waist.

"i need it, i need it," he whimpered again and again, until you were stomach-down on the bed, thighs exposed as he raised your shorts. he fell on top of you, kissing down your neck. "i'm gonna- i want it so bad, i'm sorry. you're so warm...wanna...your pussy...fuck."

"good boy." you whispered as he placed one knee between your legs and let you squirm wet against his thigh. he knew you loved it at an insane level.

he rushed to pull your shorts down and his cargo jeans off to slip inside with no hesitation, your tipsy and soaked pussy facilitating an easy, hot slide that made his body throb into you and his mouth open wide.

your bodies were now meshed together as he made you turn around, your ass on his hips, shoulders against his chest, back of your head to his kissing lips.

his teeth were already biting your neck as he left some saliva run down your soft skin.

"i wanna...i wanna marry you." he moaned, pumping in and out, not giving you any break. you could feel yourself get sore and sore. his moves quick, primal and firm. "i wanna...aaah...give you babies, fuck- i beg you...let me cum inside, please, please...i'll get a pill, i promise- aaah, fuck."

"say please and be a good boy...make me pregnant." you moaned breathless and he turned you over again, now with your gaze fixing into his.

"you...mean it?" his voice cracked.

you nodded and he followed your orders and begged, over and over, making the mattress crack and bounce.

"fuck-...so gorgeous...your pussy wet...you're so so beautiful..."

he was a needy rabbit every time he fucked.

"good boy." you praised as he kept begging, running one hand through his curls to pull them back and wipe off some sweat from his forehead.

finally, his warm cum flooded you, his balls pressed to your clit. heaven.

"wanna...wanna make you a mom-" he kept pleading, moving faster to let his cum run down your legs uncontrollably.

"...a mom." his juices warm against your skin.

"yes baby. you'll be the father babe...come for me."

his eyes rolled back and he whimpered.

"thank you...oh my- fuck, mommy..."

you smiled proudly as he collapsed on you.

[why-say]

{i really wanted to used this gif}

Timothée x reader imagine

Warning: smut, shower sex,

Word count: 785

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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You were in the shower. You’d had a long day and ended it with a work out so you needed the break. The steam of the shower helping you relax.

The apartment felt cold with Timothée gone, he was away on set for the next few days and you were already missing him. You were thinking about what the evening would’ve looked like if he were with you.

He would have cooked you both dinner, some kind of pasta and you would’ve stuffed your belly while watching a cheesy 80’s movie with him. Maybe a round of rough fucking if you were lucky. You missed him so much already in the short time you both had spent together.

Deep in thought you barely noticed a body step into the bathroom. You had a standing shower with glass walls but they were all steamed up. It wasn’t until you heard the door slide open that you opened your eyes, trying to avoid the spray of the shower.

You couldn’t believe it. Timothée was there. You were so confused but before you could ask why he was home, he spun you around. You felt his naked body pressing behind you and wondered when he had time to strip. It was a silly thing to think first but it’s all you could think about with his hard cock pressing between you two.

“I had to come back baby I missed you so much.” He whispers, his breath fanning over your ear. Your pulse quipped like how it always did with him around.

Timothée moved his hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up to give you a warm kiss. You lost all words when it came to him. He knew what you wanted though. And he didn’t make you wait long.

He picks up both of your thighs, bringing them to circle around your waist. Your shower was long forgotten but something better had replaced it. Timothée wasted no time slipping into you. His thick cock filling you in ways you couldn’t describe.

You let out a small moan of content. You heard Timothée release a grunt from the back of his throat. He was working small soft strokes into you. Timothée usually was rough from the beginning till the end so soft kisses and slow strokes wasn’t like him. It was different for him and before you could say anything he spoke.

“Missed you baby, leme savour you before giving you what you want.” He was speaking incoherently but you understood.

You felt your heart melt a little more. You whined and nodded your head. Timothée still steadily fucking you. You loved how he usually fucked but you loved this too. To be honest you loved anything Timothée did.

You felt your lower half tense, Timothée still working you to your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein and tweak of his cock, all of it adding to your sensations. Timothée put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. It was like he wanted you so bad he wanted to swallow ever noise you made.

You came. Timothée didn’t follow, infact his cock felt harder than before.

“Fuck baby your cunt is gripping me so tight” Timothée grunted.

Your body was still shaking from your orgasm and he took that opportunity to start fucking into you faster. His hands pulling you off his cock only to then slam you back down. Moving your body like it was nothing.

You couldn’t stop shaking, Your stomach was aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body.

He was fuçking you so fast you couldn’t even catch your breath, no need to when he would just take it again anyways.

You felt his cock twitch and knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait. All you could hear was moans worthy of the big screen and whines all coming from you. Timothées moans and grunts adding to the music you were creating.

The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you to think straight. All you knew was that you needed Timothees cum immediately.

“Please-“ Your pleading was cut short with an abrupt thrust, “Please please give me your cum.” You managed to let out.

“You want it? It’s all yours baby.” Timothée echos. The second you feel his warm cum you can’t help but follow him and cum again your self. Leaving you both panting and heavy breathing in the shower.

“Im never leaving again baby, never ever.” Timothée murmurs. You can barely hear him over your heart beating. You wondered how you got so lucky.

[darkacademiablues]

Timothée Chalamet for L’officiel Hommes, 2017 and New York Times Style , 2017

[houseofchalamet]

Biggest Fan

Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises. Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words. Word count: 2k

There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…

Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that. 

And then the thirst started.

It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.

Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.

God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.

That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.

But he’d never see it.

Right?

***

The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.

“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.

Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.

“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.

“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”

“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.” 

Damn. You hated when she was right.

You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious. 

You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again. 

Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.

His eyes met yours. 

And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.

Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.

“Wha-”

“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.

“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.

“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”

“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”

You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.

He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.

“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.

“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.

“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.

She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”

“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon. 

Ah, why not?

Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)

You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?

You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.

“I know where I recognized you from!”

Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.

“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.

“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”

“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”

“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned. 

He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”

His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”

His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips. 

“Absolutely.”

Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both. 

Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.

You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.

You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.

“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.

“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.

“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”

Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.

You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.

“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”

“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste. 

You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. 

He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.

But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 22 of Kinkmas: Late Night Sex With Kyle Scheible

A/N: i’m seeing wonka on new year’s eve!!

pairing: kyle scheible x fem!reader

warning: making out, protected sex, hickeys, riding

Y/N’s POV

It’s Friday night and I’m studying for a test that’s on Monday. Kyle is laying on my bed but I already thinking that he wants me but I need to get my studying done so I can know the questions for Monday.

“Are you done now?” Kyle asks leaning over where my deck is at.

“Not really.” I look at him.

“You’ve been studying for an hour now, you should take a break.” He says.

It’s true, I need a break.

“Fine, I’ll take a break.” I get on the bed next to Kyle and he wraps his arms around me.

“You’ll do fine Y/N/N.” He says kissing my cheek.

“Thank you, it’s just a huge part of our final grade.” I face him.

“Once again, you’ll be fine.” He strokes my cheek.

I kiss him on the lips and he kisses me back. He gets on top of me, he knows that my parents aren’t home because of a work trip and he’s staying here for the weekend.

“Kyle are you sure you want to do this?” I stop him from kissing me.

“Your parents aren’t here and I just want you to relax.” He whispers in my ear.

I kiss him again he kisses me back, I wrap my arms around him, I feel him smiling in the kiss. I begin to touch him, I make my hand go to his clothed cock, which makes him moan.

We take our clothing off and Kyle grabs a condom and puts it on his dick, he goes in and out of me, I gasp by how good he is. He begins to give me hickeys, I give hickeys to him as well, he groans. I get on top of him and begins to ride him, he grips on my hips and follows my lead.

After a while, we’re laying on my bed, cuddling and tired. I guess he was right, I needed this break from studying for 70 hours of my life, I just get over-stressed about a lot of things but I do pass my exams and classes all together. I’m just glad Kyle helped me through this to be honest.

[i-care-4u]

winter bear ✹ timothée chalamet

INSTAGRAM AU

PAIR: TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET X READER

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[bonesandchalamet]

poolside- t.chalamet

masterlist

pairing: Timothee chalamet x fem!reader

warnings: hints of nsfw ideas + mentions of leaving hickeys and sexual thoughts + kind of a cliff hanger(?)

the summer heat is thick. with the air being stale, and the temperatures rising along the coasts of California, you’re bound to jump in that crystal blue pool any moment.

it’s a summer vacation, away from work and time with friends. it’s a vacation for the young 20-something year olds, where the alcohol flows and the tan lines form in the unbearable heat of California.

he’s watching from afar, on the top deck of the pool. he lays against his chair, allowing the warm rays to glisten his skin. it’s impossible for him to relax with the giggling of your friend group, but he doesn’t mind. he’s got his eyes on you, watching you stumble across the deck, sing the lyrics to your favorite songs, and mess with the material of your skimpy bikini bottoms.

after at least an hour of watching you out the corner of his eye, he toughens up, making his way down the stairs to the pool. all eyes are on him, they range from young girls to older women, he doesn’t mind the stares, your eyes are the only ones he wants on him.

you glance over from your phone when he walks by. the small pink swim trunks are a little baggy on his waist, but it’s a beautiful color against his skin. you can’t help but look a little longer, his curls bounce with each step as he sinks into the cool water of the pool.

you find yourself following his lead. getting into the pool yourself, the cool water hitting your skin makes you shiver, but you sink further in despite the shock and chill reactions your body is giving.

“cold?” he asks moving closer to you, his knee nudges yours. you just nod and swallow, you’re so intimidated by his beauty up close. those beautiful big eyes, thick bouncy curls, and a dashing smile.

“don’t need to be shy, love.” a smirk forms his lips as he moves a bit closer to your body, more than legs are just touching now, “I don’t bite.” his mouth hovers your ear, his hot minty breath sends a shiver down your spine making you, unconsciously, pull yourself closer to him.

“what does that mouth do then?” you ask, the thought wandered your mind, it gave you no time to filter through before saying it. heat rushing to your cheeks once the words flow into the air.

“lots of things.” the pair are like a ghost over your skin, you can feel them but it’s so faint. he’s waiting for a signal of approval from you, the green light to really show you.

“show me.” your whispered plea sounds like a moan. his lips ghost your neck once again, this time instead of pulling away they land softly against the coconut scented sunscreen skin, teeth sucking softly against you. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you, “do that again.” you whisper in his ear, your own lips faint against his skin now.

he does as you ask, soft sweet moan escapes your lip into his ear, it’s so silent, not even your own drunk friends could’ve heard it, but it was just loud enough for him, “been watching you,” he says in between breaths, lips moving closer to your breasts, “you’re beautiful.”

you chuckle, eyes closing, feeling his lips touch a sensitive parts of your skin, lips move closer to your nipple, where the cloth covers you, “not here.” you say, watching those big eyes flicker up at you, full of lust and begging for more, “later.”

his smile turns into a smirk once again, “there’s a later?”

“there’s always a late night dip.” your finger tips graze his sharp jawline before you finally pull away and climb out the pool. he’s left with nothing but a hard cock and excitement for midnight.

[starlightsuffered]

The Smart Rosier

Warnings- smut, unprotected sex, slut shaming, name calling and trash talk during sex, oral (male receiving), dom male, spitting in mouth, teasing, mentions of alcohol, publish sex, mentions of masturbation, mentions of drugs, calling male Master, begging, dry humping, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, mouth fucking, desperate, fucking in front of a mirror

Pairing - Regulus Black/Fem!Reader Rosier

I knocked back a firewhisky. Evan looked at me in admiration.

"You didn't even make a face," he said in awe. He had, had too much of the plant that someone had snuck from the Herbology Green House.

"Yeah, it's almost like I like to party," I chuckled. Every weekend my cousin seemed to forget I was the queen of partying. He was such a lightweight.

"By the way," Evan said. "I need to give you your weekly reminder."

"I'm so fucking sick of this," I snapped, grabbing another shot.

"I can't trust you, you've run through half of Slytherin house," he snapped.

"Slut shaming much," I said, downing the alcohol.

"Not shaming, just begging. Please don't fuck my best friend," he said.

"Why do you give a shit," I hedged. To be honest, Regulus Black was the finest Slytherin in the whole house. I'd had a crush on him for ages.

"You're gonna make him obsessed with you. He'll never want to talk to me again," he complained.

"You whine too much," I snapped, as I stood up to dance. I went to the dance floor. I was moving my hips, and feeling myself. Suddenly, I felt hands on my waist.

"Hello?" I asked, in a sultry tone. I turned to see him. Regulus Black.

"I don't often see you at these parties," I said with a smirk.

"Maybe I saw something that caught my eye," he purred. He was gorgeous. Emerald robes, black curls, a sexy smirk. How was I meant to resist? It was impossible.

"You know, my cousin says to stay away from you," I said.

"Do you wanna listen to Rosier?"

"I'm a Rosier too you know," | chuckled.

"Yes, but you're the smart one," he said.

"Well, all I know is, I wanna feel you," I said, as I pressed a hand against his chest. "Whatever you'll give me, I want it."

"Come to the bathroom with me," he ordered. I was more than happy to oblige.

"You tease me all the time," he growled at me, when he got me alone.

"Hmmm, does it bother you? Do I bother Regulus Black when I wear tiny skirts? Do I bother the Slytherin Quidditch Captain when I dance? Do I bother the Head Boy when I lick my lips slowly at dinner? So important. A Black, even a pure blood, yet I have you whipped."

He was taking deep breathes, as though he could hardly handle what I said.

"You should be taught a lesson," he snarled.

"By all means," I bowed. "Teach me."

I was slammed against the door roughly. He was giving me a hard bruising kiss. His hand was on my jaw, holding it open. He spat into my mouth, and I took it gladly. His hand moved down to my throat as he ground his clothed length against me. I moaned.

"You're such a slut aren't you, I bet you think of me all the time and you touch yourself," he snapped.

"How did you know," I said after he released my throat.

"Running through the whole year, but never me huh?"

"Saving the best for last," I replied.

"Clothes off," he demanded. I swished my wand and I was naked before him. I could see his hardness through his robes.

"What a pretty little cock whore," he smirked. "All your good for is to be used."

I nodded, and fell to my knees. I could tell he liked my willing nature."From now on, your mine, you're not going to touch anyone else, understood?"

"Yes master," | agreed, and I heard him moan at the name.

"I rather like that coming from you," he said as he waved his wand so that he was also naked. His cock stood at attention, veiny and long, I was salivating. I took him into my mouth.

"Eager," he ground out as I bobbed my head. He was gripping the sink, hissing in pleasure. My tongue circled the head of his cock expertly. His hand grabbed my hair hard, so that tears pricked my eyes. He was thrusting into my mouth now. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Get up," he demanded. He whirled me around, so now I was gripping the sink.

"Look at you," he said. I looked in the green studded mirror. My mascara was running from the tears in my eyes, saliva dripped down my chin, my hair was in tangles from his hands.

"Suck a good slut," he said, hands running down my form from behind. They reached my heat and he chuckled.

"You're dripping darling," he said before beginning to put pressure on my clit.

"Please, Regulus," | begged. His fingers danced around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He was absolutely infuriating, but I would wait it out. Anything to have him fully at some point.

Just then I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. He was still teasing! Pushing his tip in, only to remove it. Tears of desperation stung in my eyes.

"Apologize," he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck. "Apologize for all the things you've put me through."

"I'm so, oh Regulus, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," | blubbered.

"Now I wanna hear you beg," he said cruelly.

"Please Regulus, I want your cock. I want you to fill me, Regulus, Master, please," I pleaded.

"More," he said, and grabbed one of my tits roughly, kneading the flesh.

"Please Regulus, impale me with your cock. I wanna be full. I want you inside me. I can't live if you don't fuck me right now. I'd die to have your cock in me. Please!"

"Alright darling," he said, and finally pushed into me. I screamed in pleasure, and Regulus didn't seem interested in quieting me.

"The whole party is going to know how good I make you feel," he laughed as he began to thrust in and out.

"You're so big, ah," I was white knuckling the sink as he slammed into me. I couldn't believe the spots he was hitting. I felt like I was on a whole other plane of existence.

"Has anyone else ever fucked you this good?" He demanded as he kept up his ungodly speed.

"Never," was all I could get out. He began to massage my nipples, bringing me even more thrills of sensation.

"Fuck, Regulus, you're a God!" I whimpered as he thrust into me.

"That's right I am," he said and his hand went up to my neck, and put pressure on it.

"Watch yourself darling, watch yourself come undone."

His words nearly had my eyes rolling back into my head, but I did as he commanded. He was a dark figure behind me, an expression of pure lust on his face. His hand dropped from my neck to my clit and I was shaking.

My orgasm washed over me, and I lost all control, screaming his name and seeing white. I was vaguely aware of him cursing and cumming inside me. When I came down, his cum was dripping down my thighs.

"That was so good," I panted, legs wobbly. We used our wands to clean up and walked out. Evan was waiting for me, arms crossed, a furious expression on his face.

"Sorry cousin," I said patting his cheek. "Your best friend has a great cock."

[bloomflwrss]

a/n: something new i came up with 🤷 LONGGGG!!!

Lake Breeding

TW: smut, 18+, NO MINORS, breeding, fucking, oral sex, "normal" sex

I'm slouched in the backseat of my parents' car, staring out the window with a scowl etched on my face. We're on our way to Timothée Chalamet's house, of all places. My parents are apparently friends with his family, and they think it's just delightful to spend time together. But me? I can't stand Timothée. He's pretentious, and his constant fawning fans make me want to scream. I'd much rather be at home, curled up with a good book or binge-watching something on Netflix. Instead, here I am, trapped in this car, counting down the minutes until I can escape this forced social gathering. I bury myself in my phone, trying to drown out the annoyance brewing inside me.

"Y/n, did you bring your Louis Vuitton bag?" my mom chirps from the front seat, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and pride. I roll my eyes in response, a surge of frustration coursing through me. Of course, I brought the darn bag. It's practically a requirement for these gatherings, a symbol of our family's wealth that they love to flaunt. But honestly, I can't stand it. I hate how my family always seems to compete with Timothée's family, trying to outdo each other in displays of affluence. It's like a never-ending game of one-upmanship, and I'm so over it. With a reluctant nod, I confirm that yes, I brought the stupid bag, silently wishing we could just be normal for once.

As we turn onto Cherry Road, the infamous street of the rich and elite, I feel a sense of unease wash over me. It's like entering a different world, one where opulence and extravagance reign supreme. The chauffeur opens my door, and I step out, the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement echoing in the air.

And then I see him – Timothée, standing there in all his arrogant glory. It's been a while since I last laid eyes on him, and I can't help but notice how the hot summer sun seems to make everything even more intense, including the way my heart races at the sight of him.

I take a moment to size him up, my eyes running up and down his figure before I realize he's been staring back at me with a flirtatious twinkle in his eye. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I quickly avert my gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny.

As our hands meet in a polite shake, I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. His touch is warm and gentle, and as he clasps my hand, his thumb subtly brushes against mine. It's a simple gesture, yet it sends a rush of sensation coursing through me.

I've always had a strange fascination with his thumb – the way it moves, the way it feels against my skin. Call it odd, but I've always found it strangely attractive. And in this moment, as his thumb grazes mine, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement deep within me. It's as if a dormant spark has been ignited, awakening something inside me that I never knew existed.

As we walk inside, I lag behind a bit, and I notice Timothée waiting for me with a playful grin. "Still hate me?" he quips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I shoot him a smirk in response, unable to resist the banter.

He chuckles and takes a step closer, his hand lightly brushing against my thigh. It's a subtle touch, but it sends a shockwave of sensation through me, causing a sudden ache to flare between my thighs. My breath catches in my throat as I try to compose myself, the unexpected intensity of the moment leaving me

As we sit down for food, I find myself seated across from Timothée. Despite my best efforts to maintain a sense of distance, our feet seem to have a mind of their own, constantly finding ways to brush against each other under the table. It's a subtle, almost unconscious movement, but each touch sends a surge of heat through me.

As we eat, the ache between my thighs becomes increasingly difficult to ignore. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to discreetly squeeze my sticky thighs together in the hopes of alleviating the sensation. There’s no way I could be getting aroused because of Timothée, I tell myself firmly, but the persistent ache refuses to subside, leaving me feeling flustered and frustrated.

As Timothée's mother suggests heading out to their backyard lake for a swim, I exchange a hesitant glance with Timothée. Despite my reservations, I carefully stand up, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

Once outside, I find myself scanning the area, wondering where Timothée has disappeared to. When he finally joins us, I can't help but ask where he's been. As he nonchalantly removes his t-shirt, revealing his sculpted physique, and unzips his pants, my jaw practically hits the floor.

Before I can even process what's happening, he drops a bombshell. He claims to have seen my fluid on the chair and boldly declares that he licked it all off. Shock courses through me, my cheeks flushing crimson as I stare at him in disbelief.

But instead of apologizing or showing any sign of remorse, he smirks and confidently asserts, "I know how horny you are for me, Y/n." His words hang in the air, leaving me speechless and utterly mortified.

As Timothée pulls me behind a towering tree, I can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. It's exhilarating, knowing that our parents are oblivious to our whereabouts, giving us the perfect opportunity for privacy.

But before I can even process what's happening, he pushes me down to my knees, the rough ground scraping against my skin. My eyes widen in surprise as I gaze up at him, only to be met with the sight of his massive hardness standing proudly before me.

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness wash over me. The air crackles with tension as I realize what he's about to do, and a flurry of conflicting emotions swirl within me. But despite my uncertainty, there's a part of me that can't deny the undeniable attraction I feel towards him, a primal desire that threatens to consume me.

"What are you doing?!" I gasp, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and disbelief as Timothée begins to remove his underwear. But before I can protest any further, he cuts me off with a command that sends shivers down my spine.

"Suck that cock like a slut," he says, his voice dripping with authority and desire. I gulp audibly, still frozen in shock as his cock springs free from his underwear, a glistening pearl of pre-cum dangling from the tip, teasingly dropping onto the grass below.

My mind races as I struggle to comprehend the situation unfolding before me, but despite my reservations, there's a part of me that can't deny the overwhelming urge to comply with his demand.

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, I slowly part my lips, allowing Timothée to guide his throbbing cock into my mouth. The sensation is overwhelming as he begins to mouthfuck me, each movement deliberate and calculated, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of having him filling my mouth. But as the intensity builds, he picks up speed, thrusting deeper and harder with each movement. I can feel him pushing the limits, going as fast and as deep as he possibly can, until I can feel the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat.

I gag involuntarily at the sudden intrusion, my eyes watering as I struggle to accommodate his size. But as the initial shock wears off, I find myself instinctively sucking and licking, eager to please him and fulfill his desires. Despite the discomfort, there's a raw, primal energy between us that drives me to continue, lost in the intoxicating sensation of him filling me completely.

As Timothée begins thrusting into me, the intensity of his movements sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. Tears escape from the corners of my eyes, a mixture of arousal and discomfort overwhelming my senses.

With each powerful thrust, he drives deeper into my throat, pushing me to my limits. I can feel his growls of pleasure reverberating through my body, heightening the sensation of being utterly consumed by him.

And then, without warning, he releases with a primal grunt, filling my throat with his hot, sticky cum. I gag slightly as his warmth floods my mouth, but I swallow instinctively, eagerly taking him all in as he empties himself completely.

As he pulls back, spent and satisfied, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me, knowing that I've fulfilled his desires completely. Despite the tears and the discomfort, there's a primal satisfaction in knowing that I've pleased him beyond measure.

Timothée leads me to a secluded spot in the lake, away from prying eyes. With a confident smirk, he pushes my bikini underwear to the side, exposing my throbbing clit. His touch is electric as he begins to rub my sensitive nub with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

With a devilish grin, he plunges his middle finger into my dripping pussy, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from my lips. I ride his finger eagerly, my body arching against his touch as I feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Ride my finger, baby. Show me how much you want it.“

His dirty talk sends me over the edge, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm as I come completely undone in his arms. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent in the wake of our passion.

As Timothée plunges his cock into me, a sharp gasp escapes my lips, mixing with the sounds of the splashing water around us. The sensation is overwhelming as he begins to thrust into me, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

The water churns around us as our bodies move in sync, the intensity of our passion matching the rhythm of our thrusts. With each movement, we exchange dirty talk, fueling the fire burning between us.

“You like that, baby?” he groans, his voice husky with desire. “You’re mine, all mine.”

I respond in kind, my own words dripping with longing and desire as I throw my head back in ecstasy.

“I want you to breed me,” I moan, unable to hold back my own primal urges.

He grins wickedly, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he senses my impending release.

“I’m gonna fill your pretty cunt with my load any second now,” he growls, his words sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.

As he reaches the brink of his own climax, I feel my pussy start to clamp around him, signaling my own impending release. With one final thrust, he pinches my clit, sending me over the edge in a wave of ecstasy.

I scream in pleasure as I come not once, but twice, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. And as Timothée finally releases his hot load deep inside me, I can’t help but feel utterly spent and completely satisfied in the wake of our passion.

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

PASSENGER

Lee X Reader

Lee has traveled everywhere with you ever since meeting you in the store the night after your father left you. He's never given you a reason not to trust he'll stay, but your anxiousness gets in the way after he admits to you that he wants to be closer than ever before.

⚠️ Warnings: Blood and gore, mentions of cannibalism, talks about sex, reader and Lee almost have sex, anxiety⚠️

The truck bounced up and down as the tires made harsh contact with the gravelly road beneath it. The bumps and swerves were almost soothing as they rocked both you and the pink haired boy next to you, who had taken comfort in the passenger seat staring out the window. His lips were drawn into a tight line and his eyes were closed but flitting back and forth as he dreamt of nightmares, presumably. It was hard to live the life the two of you shared and not feel a little scarred on the inside. Being on the road without any sense of direction was so freeing compared to the life you were living before. After discovering the news of your mother in the psych ward and your father leaving you to fend for yourself, the path towards self-love and acceptance has not been an easy one. Picking up people along the way and carrying their stories with you seemed to be the only attempt at salvation when it came to your humanity. That's what people with morals did. Did you have morals anymore? It was hard to tell.

"It's getting dark. Are we almost to the lake?" The boy piped in, interrupting your thoughts as your hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter as you prepared to turn right towards your special campsite. It was just a small spot by the trees and the lake that you two often shared a cigarette and a story or two. Sleeping under the stars has become normality.

"We're here." You said, turning over to glance at his expression of contentment yet sorrow. If there was anyone in the world who could manage to make both expressions visible at once, it was Lee.

The sky has darkened tremendously from when you first embarked on your little journey out towards the fields. The stars hung overhead in dim glowing orbs that contrasted against the rest of the universe above. The crescent moon illuminated the trees and the path to the usual parking spot under the bridge. It was beautiful at this time of night to say the least, and you felt your shoulders lose their tension as a serene wave washed over you.

The car's engine turned off and there was a silence between the two of you. Nothing uncomfortable, but a very distinct kind of silence where both parties are listening to the whims of nature. A cicada here and there and the rushing of water. It was all too perfect but unsettling at the same time. However, the only unsettling things were you and Lee; he only terrors that travelled in the dark were you and him. The kinds of beasts in fairy tales and children's nightmares. You consumed others and not just for their emotional intelligence. You consumed the very essence of their being. A trace of blood under the bottom of the boy's lips and scraped knees were prevalent as you took in the sights around you and remembered you were never normal to begin with. The smell of the last person you killed hung heavy in the backseat of the car and it was a stench that would not be rid of unless there was a strip cleaning of the entire vehicle. The man who kissed Lee in the same way you did at the carnival who was expecting a night of frivolity and excitement presumably due to having to hide his sexuality... was now nothing more than a couple of bloodied shirts and old pictures. Lee had monstrously slit his throat while you watched from outside in the night air similar to this one. The gleaming thick substance dripping from the man's neck and now took home in the mouth of your lover. And yet, for being this type of monster, Lee looked so lovely under the soft glow of the moon cascading down through the pick-up truck's slightly dirty windows.

All of a sudden, you broke the silence that had dawned on you two as fast as it now ended.

"What are you thinking of?" You asked, alluding to the familiar brightness behind his eyes.

"You. Me. Us." He said with clarity but uncertainty. There was more to this topic than he was letting on.

"Is something wrong between us?" You asked, wondering what it could've been that would make him think of your relationship. Was it a tension that he felt? Was it him explaining to you that the man from last night was not just due to a sense of sexuality, but had now awoken something in him that wasn't there before, and he could no longer continue being with you? Or had that sense of sexuality always been there, and you were just a way at him preventing the realization of who he knew he was? And now, in contrast to your last stream of thoughts, you decided maybe your humanity wasn't entirely diminished and that you might be more of a teenage girl than you thought.

"No, not at all," he said, reaching for a strand of your hair and pushing it behind your ear with a loving and slight obsessive look in his eyes. his hair was strewn about his face, and he allowed the loose curls to fall just above his eyebrows in pink spirals similar to fanciful ribbons. It was inviting and alluring, and you didn't want to look away from him. "I want to make love to you."

The confession hit you like a train, hard and fast as you finally realized what had been troubling your boyfriend. It wasn't unlike him to want something of the sort, considering he was a teenage boy, but it still left you slightly startled. After everything the two of you had been through, this didn't seem like something that wouldn't have ever happened. Your love with Lee was fast and exciting and wonderful but also horribly founded on the fact that you shared the desire to eat human flesh. Sometimes, you had a hard time distinguishing between what portion of your relationship was bloodlust and what was true emotional and physical connection. But then again, you felt no such connection with Sully, who had tried to coerce you into banding with him on his journey of collecting the locks of corpses.

Sounding less assured than you usually liked to, you let out an anxious mumble: "You- you want to make love? To me?"

He smiled and leaned in closer until you could feel his hot breath against your skin, alluring and charming once more.

"I want to be one together. In the ways that we can be with other people when we devour their flesh. There's something poetic about it, no? We wouldn't necessarily eat each other as we did with the guy from the carnival, but this is the closest lovers can truly get in the physical sense. And oh, (Y/N), have you consumed me in the emotional sense."

This conversation definitely took a turn you weren't expecting. Before any objections could escape you, his lips were flush against yours, pulling you into him or as close as the stick shift would allow. The dashboard was littered with papers that fell down to the floor and under the glove compartment, resting at Lee's soles. His arms, although gentle in composure, were firmly placed on the sides of you with one holding the back of your head and the other placed on your hip. He started to move his fingers up and down alongside your thigh in a polite but provocative manner. He wasn't forcing you into anything you were uncertain of, but he still wanted to show how terribly he needed you.

Breaking away to gasp for air, you look at his proud expression as he treated every moment spent with you as though it would be the last. His eyes said everything he didn't say in that moment. He worshipped you. And it wasn't in the honeymoon phase type of way, it was in an 'I see you as though you were crafted by the gods' way. His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss he'd just given you, and his sharp, shallow breaths showed you he was just as tense as you were. His pants were still covered in the mud from the cornfield where you ditched Carnival Man's body, and his shirt was torn and fraying towards the bottom. You had to have been in rough shape as well but you hadn't looked in a mirror anytime soon to confirm or deny whether that was a true statement.

Your collective breaths being the only sounds within the car and outside it made this moment so much more intimate. His face loomed inches away from your pursuing lips, as you had wanted more of his taste; your hands beckoned ever so slightly in a race to see which one would reach the beautiful boy's skin first, Lee's collarbone was the finish line. You had thought about making love to Lee before, of course. With only your thoughts to keep you company as of recent, it wasn't entirely a new concept for you to wake up after a long drive with Lee at the steering wheel; the heat between your legs unbeknownst to him. You had wondered at one point if he had ever thought of something similar, but you would never have had the courage to bring about a situation like this and bring your fantasies to fruition. But, Lee had been the one to make the first move and you were thankful.

Noticing your hesitance but desire, Lee took that as a sign to lean in closer until you were nose to nose.

"Would you make love to me?" He asked, waiting until he had your consent before he continued. The last thing he would ever want to do would be to make you uncomfortable, and for a moment he thought he had. Until you reached for the hem of his shirt which grazed his collarbone, he leant in fully and continued to kiss you with a more feverish passion.

Hot breaths and hands everywhere, everything was so awkward but fun. There would be a pause in between your kisses to allow for breathing room before Lee dove back in and offered you more of the sweet gesture. All the while, you realized the burning sensation in the core of both your chest and lower abdomen was increasing with every touch of your lips. It was as if there was something inside of you asking- no -begging to touch Lee further. A fiery feeling that you'd never fully experienced before pushed itself to the very undersides of your skin, clawing at being held within your body and not being let loose as this beast wanted. It was the same desire you felt when you watched the life drained from someone you would eventually feed on and your mouth would be already drooling with the promise of what was to come. It was a same immenseness as your cannibalistic tendencies, but at the same time what you had with Lee was entirely different. You wanted to consume his soul and his persona, not his physical components. And with this realization also came the understanding that cannibalism is a beautiful allegory to love.

Lee pulled away for a moment to give you a loving but questioning glance. His face was barely illuminated now considering the clouds that had taken control of the night sky. But still, you knew he looked so handsome as he took your hands and gently guided them to the hem of his jeans. It was again, nowhere near forceful, but entirely romantic and sweet as he was taking into account how this was just as awkward for you.

"Would you want to continue?" He asked, lightly holding onto your hands as they toyed with the fabric of his jeans.

"I want you, Lee." You finally gave him a more definitive answer than your previous attempts at vocalizing exactly what it was you wanted in this moment. It was his turn to blush, even though you wouldn't see due to the darkness of the surrounding area, but you had an inkling that his face was redder than before. Unbuttoning the top of his jeans and unzipping the fly, this became more of a reality to you. What is Lee would be done with you after this? What if he joined this whole escapade of finding your true family and what happened to you just so that he could receive sexual favors in return? You never thought of Lee in that way, but maybe because of the way he treated Carnival Man he hoped you would be next?

Halting his movements, he noticed you seemed distressed. "Is everything okay, my love?" He questioned. Lee didn't know what had happened to change the mood all of a sudden, but he assumed it had to be his fault as he was the one who had brought up the idea in the first place.

"I'm so so sorry if I pressured you into doing anything you didn't want to-"

"No, you didn't Lee." You said, trying to understand the way you were feeling. That burning feeling had left your body and was now instead an anxious and gut-wrenching pressure. Why did you have to overthink everything? You really wanted this with Lee so why would you let your thoughts get the best of you?

"Are we taking things too fast?" He asked, after a short moment of silence. He zipped up his jeans and leant beside you, hesitating at first, but then opting to put his hand on your shoulder just in case he had done something to make you uncomfortable. If you were shying away from his touch, he wouldn't want to make you feel that way again.

But to his relief, you didn't shy away. Instead, you rest your head on his shoulder and allowed for him to put his arm around you. Feeling comfortable, you wait for the anxiety to dispel a bit before vocalizing the troubling thoughts on your mind; Lee waiting patiently.

"Lee, I really want this with you. But I want to make sure that you want me."

Lee was very confused at this point. He was your boyfriend and had asked to make love to you because he wanted you, of course. He instantly felt a pang of guilt for making you feel as though you weren't wanted by him. In reality, he would follow you anywhere. His nightmare from earlier was about losing you. And not to another man or any of that type of thing, but just not being able to be in your presence again. The universe worked in strange ways and everything was uncertain, even the present.

"I want you very much," Lee said, moving in closer to you to give you a proper hug, "very much. And I apologize if I've made you feel any differently."

You sighed a breath of relief. Of course he automatically thought there was something wrong on his end.

"No, Lee. You've made me feel very wanted. I just want to make sure that it lasts. Everyone I've held dear to me has left in different ways, and I don't want to have to loose you too." You calmed him as you explained what was wrong. He tightened his grip on you, not in a way that was possessive, but in a more firm and loving way.

"(Y/N). Anyone would be a fool to leave you."

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(A/N): I've been listening to a lot of Deftones lately and their music has been my go to for daydreaming about Bones and All. Anyhow, it's been forever since I've posted and I'll explain in another post for anyone who's interested! I hope this is alright as I try to ease myself back into writing as frequently as before. Love you guys! 💛🦐

[ginnysgraffiti]

shower kisses, blowjob, 18+

&. LEE x yn.

that evening, you had everything planned.

lee would be arriving shortly, but you didn't know if he had actually gone feeding or not.

anyway, you had packed clean pajamas for his arrival, leaving it on the bathroom counter.

you had some time between shopping and starting to prepare dinner, so you chose to take a shower, wanting to relax your tense muscles and have some alone time to yourself.

that's why you almost jumped when you felt a familiar pair of tattooed hands wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you back.

"lee!?" you squealed in surprise, turning to look at him but the arms around your waist were tightened and you felt someone's head rest gently on your shoulder as the hot water soaked the two of you. that's only when you noticed he was already naked.

"hi baby. i missed you." lee's voice was deep, slightly hoarse. he leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders.

"had to bring the pick-up to the mechanic for a check."

you giggled silently and nodded, squirming at his actions tickling your soft skin. "you said you wouldn’t be home late." you whined, pouting a little as you tried your best to ignore him, reaching for the body soap.

your boyfriend beat you to it, using his much longer arms, grabbing the bottle before you could even touch it. "i know, i'm sorry. i had driven all day and the pick-up seemed to have a few problems. plus, the morning hunts exhausted me completely..." he murmured, squeezing your soft figure and gently lathering your body with the soap.

"you must be tired…i prepared dinner, it's waiting for you." you said sympathetically as you tilted your head, leaning into his gentle lips and wandering touch, "it's yummy, ya know? you could-"

"but i relax better with you…” he whispered, trailing kisses down your shoulder before pulling away.

you held him close, pressing light kisses into his curls that were now stuck on his wet forehead.

lee sighed.

"mmh...i’m so tired." he said softly into your neck, his entire body going limp and letting you hold most of it. he looked like a gigantic pudding that squirms slightly when you touch it with the spoon.

you stroked his hair soothingly, allowing your boyfriend to let it all out, his tiredness and insecurities after the feeding washed away by the hot water running over your bodies.

you could feel the tension in his shoulders melt away as his arms came closer to you and he stood at his full height.

lee let out a breathless sigh as he moved his lips, deepening the kiss and gently probing your lips with his tongue. you accepted without resistance, your chest pressing against his as he languidly explored your mouth, savoring every taste and making sure he kissed you and felt every corner of your mouth before pulling away.

he stared at you still wrapped tightly in his arms, his fingertips teasing both your nipples. he looked at your flushed cheeks, the drops of water dripping onto your face and soft skin, your eyes still closed from pleasure and your lips slick with saliva and swollen from the way he sucked them.

"lemme take care of you." you whispered, feeling a sudden urge to take it further and get him as aroused as possible.

lee raised his eyebrows, looking down when your hands started to slowly trace a gentle path down his chest.

you got on your knees as your hands reached his hips, grabbing them with need.

lee understood immediately and threw his head back, pulling your hair.

you couldn't see, but you bet his pupils rolled back from pleasure.

there was to say, lee had the perfect cock.

it was neither too long nor too short, with just the right girth: perfect. perfect for sucking.

you slowly ran your tongue from the base to the tip, making him gasp sharply. you smiled to yourself as you slid it into your mouth. his head hit the shower glass and his pupils surely rolled back this time. you giggled when he let out a guttural moan as you slid him down your throat and massaged the base each time you returned to the tip. his hands pulled at your hair, tangling his fingers in it, and his hips started to immediately go towards your mouth, almost making you choke.

lee's hips moved immediately every time you did it, no hesitation, no holding back, no control.

you moaned around him as he grabbed your roots and pushed you all the way onto him, making you gag.

"i'm about to- fuck...aaah...come- oh fuck!" he groaned.

you held his hips and moved your head in time with his painful thrusts, causing a strained moan to escape his throat while he was still deep in yours. you felt a heat coat the back of your throat as you swallowed, finally pulling out when you felt his thighs relax.

you stood up, wiping your mouth. your mind was spinning a bit but you suddenly felt him grab your shoulders and slam them into the shower glass, his length hitting your thigh again.

"it's my turn to please you now, baby."

there was no way to stop him, even when he was tired.

[why-say]

Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: smut, college smut, self-insert, public sex, friends with benefits, slight weight mention (it’s not specific but it’s mentioned), this one may be more plot that smut, stranger x you x Timothée

word count: 1.8k

This is arguably the best thing i’ve ever written.

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You got to class late. That wasn’t usually you, but everyone has bad mornings and today was yours. You entered your class from the back of the classroom and saw all of the seats at the front full. You had no choice but to take one near the back, a few seats over from the last person you wanted to sit next too.

“Hello.” You say curtly. He replies back but with a smile and you find that odd. You and Timothée had an agreement. You wouldn’t interact outside of your late-night booty calls. It had worked to keep things less messy like you both wanted.

You try to ignore the interaction and focus on the lesson, but you can’t see the front or the professor at all, there were too many heads in the way. You raise your hand to let him know and ask for a seat at the front but before you can get his attention, Timothee pulls your hand down.

“Just sit on my lap. You’ll be able to see better, I don’t mind.” He says, he’s already looking away like he’s so sure you will.

“Absolutely not! What? That’s so inappropriate, I’ll just…” Your voice trailed off.

You’ll just what? You were busy for the rest of the week so you couldn’t take notes later and the professor didn’t look like he would stop talking anytime soon. Would it really be that bad? It’s innocent right? It’s not like he would start fucking you in class.

“You’ll just what?” Timothée teases? A knowing smile ghosting over his face already.

“Shut up. It’s just so I can see, you know the rules.”

You move and now you are perched lightly on Timothée's lap. No one in the class even turned to look at you. You were sitting near his knees, trying to keep all your weight off of him and keep listening to your professor who was now fiddling with his computer while still talking.

You didn’t see how Timothée could take notes like this, but he didn’t seem to mind and neither did you.

Before you could start writing you felt Timothée move his hand around your waist. He pulled you further into his lap, so your back was flush with his front. You turned your head to meet his eyes. Timothée was a tall man but in this position, you were looking down to see him. You liked it.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Making you and myself comfortable, now continue writing.” He replies, he faces the professor though you can see his mischievousness peeking through.

You could never understand him, but you turned back to continue your work. You feel relaxed. Usually in class you were speed writing, and your brain was going a million miles a minute but today you felt relaxed while still writing. You didn’t understand why. Surely it couldn’t be Timothée? His presence couldn’t be the thing making you feel different. You took a moment to think and that’s when you noticed his arm never left your waist. He was making circles on the side of your body, softly stroking. You turned to face him, and he looked so calm you didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing.

His eyes turned to look at you and you cut your gaze away quickly. You weren’t going to let him distract you outside of your arrangement.

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy it. mkay?” Timothée suddenly whispered. What?

You didn’t understand what he was talking about. It wasn’t until you felt his other hand at your knee make its way up, his other hand still holding your waist.

His hand met the bottom of your skirt, and he kept going, slipping under the skirt. Your body felt hot. You shifted so you were now crossing your legs. His hand was trapped between your thighs, cutting off his movement. You didn’t know the kind of reaction he would give but you were happy to put a stop to whatever he was doing. Or were you? Your breathing was heavier, and your body was still hot.

But it was so inappropriate.

You heard him laugh quietly in your ear. He moved his hands, and you uncrossed your legs. You thought that was that.

The teacher kept talking though you weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t pay attention to anything with your thoughts ruminating. What was Timothée doing? Why wasn’t he keeping to the arrangement? Did he want you outside of the late-night booty calls?

The light to the classroom goes off and your pulled from your thoughts. You look around and no one is freaking out, so you assume the professor is putting on a film. Your thoughts are correct as an old black and white movie appears. You can’t see anything but the screen except the heads of the people in front of you, but you can’t make out who they are.

“Relax, He put on an old film because we had time left and he finished talking.” Timothée says, still whispering but even lower because it’s so silent. People are still talking to their friends but they’ were trying to keep it lower than the movie which is pretty quiet.

“Okay.” Is all you can think of to say. You're ready to get back into your deep thoughts when you feel Timothée's hands return to where they belong. Where they belong? You couldn’t believe you just said that. Or thought that?

He placed his hands on each of your thighs and moved your legs to the outside of his. His own legs keeping your spread wide open. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything because in reality you really really needed him. It was all you could think about right now and if he didn’t finish what he started you were going to pop.

With his knees keeping you spread bare his hands made work of you. He slipped his fingers past your underwear, feeling the wetness already there. His fingers lightly pressing into you then back out, shallowly thrusting.

The class was so silent you knew you couldn’t make any noise, but your mouth let out an involuntary moan. No body turned around, so you hope no one heard you.

“I’m not plugging your mouth baby it’s all up to you to keep quiet. Or don’t.” Timothée murmurs.

His words don’t require a reply, but you nod your head anyways, already lost in pleasure.

Sex with him always felt good but it was something about the public humiliation that could happen at any moment that made you feel this all so much more.

His finger continued to work into you, almost prepping you but you couldn’t figure out what for. He flicked your clit unexpectedly and you let out a sharp cry. It wasn’t so loud, but you heard some shuffling a few rows down and to the side. Timothée didn’t stop his assault on your body while you glanced around the classroom. No one was looking but honestly you didn’t care.

You grounded your hips further down trying to feel him deeper, and as if reading your body Timothée moved his hand so two fingers were deep inside your cunt and the heel of his hand was rubbing your clit. His fingers were twisting and pumping into you in ways that made you hold your breath to keep your moans in. You tried to close your legs as a reflex but his own just spread you wider.

The classroom felt like an inferno, and you were ready to cum. Timothée removed his hand from your cunt unexpectedly. You let out an involuntary whine in response.

Timothée moved your further down his now closed thighs, towards his knees. You didn’t understand why? Was he not letting you cum? Had somebody been watching.

You searched around the classroom and to your complete and utter dismay somebody had their eyes on yours. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, but they were standing near the door at the back of the classroom. You knew from what you could see it was a man and his arm was moving weirdly. Before you could try figure out who it was or what he was doing, you felt hands move you again. Too dazed to struggle you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your exposed and dripping pussy meet the head of Timothée's cock.

You felt him slowly pull you down his shaft. Your cunt accommodating for his size and length with an uncomfortable stretch. It was always a struggle trying to fit Timothée inside you, that was why you always prepped yourself with your favourite toys before you saw him. The lack of preparation allowed a strained cry to slip through your lips. You couldn’t think to care who had heard that, but you opened your eyes anyways when you heard a distant grunt. The man at the back of the classroom had your attention and apparently, he had Timothees too. But he wasn’t stopping.

If anything, the attention from the strange man had made Timothee work harder to thrust into you. Because of how wet you were he couldn’t be fast because people would hear, but that didn’t stop him fucking you hard. It felt like he was fucking your breath away with every thrust and you were delirious. Your sensations were limited to just this feeling, the fullness of your cunt, the heat inside your body and the ache at the bottom of your belly.

You could hear Timothée's soft moans and groans in your ear and that was what set you off. Timothée followed behind you quickly after his thrusts turned harder. You felt his warm cum hit your insides and you let out a sigh of content. You wished you could've swallowed his cum instead, but this would do.

Timothée was still panting in your ear, and it wasn’t until you felt something warm and wet hit the side of your face and hair that you remembered the stranger. Both you and Timothée turned back to look at him. He was there, you could see his chest moving up and down rapidly. Timothées hand moved to the liquid on your face. He gathered some on his fingers and placed it in his mouth. He smirked and you didn’t know why until he did the same to you. It was cum.

Moaning at the taste of the strangers cum on Timothees fingers. You looked back up to the stranger and saw him wave before leaving.

These the weirdest lesson you’ve ever day. And you kind of hoped to have it again. You didn't know how you were going to leave the classroom without people knowing what happened, but you didn't care right now.

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