#dom!timothee chalamet

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Brother in Law

Info - brother in law Regulus, innocent reader, inexperienced reader, going to someone for help with horniness, cheating, forbidden sex, dom male, virgin female, unprotected sex, minor breeding kink, fingering, convincing to cum inside raw, arranged marriage, infidelity kink, pet names and praise, sir kink

When I was freshly 18, I’d been arranged into a marriage with Sirius Black. The man was sarcastic, overly jovial, and could be slightly cruel with his “pranks”.

I preferred his younger brother Regulus. Regulus was serious and stoic. I liked how he could be kind in the face of adversity.

However, I also felt odd around Regulus. He made my body do things it had never done. I didn’t know what to make of it. I had always been sheltered, and innocent, but something about Regulus made me want to learn things. I wanted to be more adult around him.

Regulus was engaged to a woman named Aleeda, though it didn’t seem like he was much more pleased than Sirius was with his deal. To my understanding, she was distantly related to the Blacks, as many pure bloods were. She seemed a bit air headed though, all she did was laugh. She didn’t seem to have real opinions and ideas.

One night when Orion and Walburga were gone, Sirius had gotten out the fire whiskey. We’d all been taking shots in the spirit of “getting to know one another better.”

“I dare you,” Sirius had drawled. “To sit on Reggie’s lap.”

I had gotten so heated I felt faint. I was under no conviction that Sirius liked me. Still, I couldn’t imagine why he’d dare me to do this for our game. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but the way Regulus glared at his brother disturbed me. Perhaps, Regulus hated me.

I had stood up as stiffly as I could. I made my way to Regulus. Aleeda just giggled as I sat down. I wiggled a bit to get comfortable. I heard his breath hitch and something grew hard against my bum. I didn’t know what was happening as Regulus became red face and wrapped his arms around me. Once in a while I felt a jerky movement from the man beneath me. It almost felt like a thrust, and the thing would be harder.

I was thinking about that tonight as I laid awake. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t sleep. Something in me needed something. I couldn’t completely put my finger on what.

Regulus had once told me if I needed anything I could come to him. I knew he was sleeping with Aleeda. I had insisted that Sirius and I sleep separately until after the wedding. This was why I was alone and desperate in the early morning hours.

I felt too overwhelmed to do anything else. These desires had been building and I supposed tonight was the night they hit a peak. This wasn’t bad of me right?

I tip toed into his bedroom. I wanted to be careful not to wake Aleeda. She was usually a sound sleeper, but I couldn’t take any chances.

“Reg…. Reg,” I tapped him lightly. He groaned and moved towards me in his sleep. His bleary eyes blinked open and when he realised who it was a smile spread across his tired face.

“Hello baby girl, what can I do for you?” He asked in a low whisper.

“You said I could tell you anything right?” I asked hesitantly. This couldn’t be wrong right? He was Regulus. He protected me, and knew what was best always. It made sense to come to him with this problem.

“Of course angel, tell me,” he said, propping himself up. I felt squirmy at his purred words.

“Look,” I said. I lifted my nightgown. I spread the lips of my privates and showed him the bundle of nerves that was swollen and pulsing. I heard him release a string of curses under his breath.

Something changed in him then. His eyes got darker. He looked like he was tensing all over, restraining himself from…. Something? He took his plump bottom lip in his mouth and bit down. He furrowed his brow and looked up at me.

“W-whats the problem?” He gulped.

“It feels funny,” I whined.

“What made it feel that way baby?” He asked in a husky voice.

“Ummmm I was in the bathroom earlier and I just got this urge to smell your shampoo and deodorant. I was thinking about you and then this happened. It has a heart beat and it’s sensitive.”

“Oh baby,” he crooned. I saw something break in his demeanour. He lifted his hand and I could hardly breathe. Two of his large fingers popped out. Slowly, he pushed them into my sopping entrance. I nearly fell over as the feeling overtook me. My eyes rolled back into my skull.

This felt so good. The wet squelching sound as Regulus pumped his fingers in and out and sometimes curled them. I was stuffing a fist in my mouth to keep keening cries from exiting my lips. I didn’t want to wake Aleeda, then this would all stop. His thumb pad pressed down on my bundle and I jolted. I grabbed at his wrist but I didn’t stop him. It was more to steady myself than anything.

“Fat, juicy, cunt,” I heard my betrothed’s brother whisper, licking his lips. “But still so damned tight.”

“R-Reg?” I stuttered.

“Poor baby, does this help?” He asked me.

“Yes, a lot, it feels so good,” I gasped. He was rolling my bud now and my nipples were hard and poking through my nightgown.

There he was, someone who was marrying someone else, milking my entrance in the moonlight; Right next to his sleeping fiancée. I shuddered.

This was wrong right? But no, it couldn’t be, not when I felt so perfectly full. This couldn’t be cheating when it felt like I was made for those fingers. Although some part of me knew Aleeda would be horrified if she woke up and saw this. I just could equate this feeling of euphoria with anything wrong or bad.

“Reg, is, is this bad?” I asked as he still moved. I watched the muscles flexing in his wrist as he pleasured me.

“No princess, it isn’t bad, just-just don’t tell my brother, or Aleeda . This will be our little secret okay? Why don’t you go to your room and I’ll be there shortly.”

I did as he said, pulling off his digits carefully. I felt empty and lonely without him. He immediately sucked his fingers into his eager mouth. He closed his eyes as if tasting ambrosia from Olympus itself.

I left the room to walk the hall. As I walked I thought about how dark his eyes had become. I thought about how wetness was making my inner thighs slick.

I laid in my bed. I cupped my private part, grinding against my hand ever so often. I just felt this insatiable need. I was utterly desperate to release, I just didn’t know how.

Finally, Regulus came into my room. His presence was comforting to my aching core. He came and sat on my bed. His long fingers ran from the exposed valley between my breasts, to the hood of my vagina. I hummed desperately.

“So, you’re feeling weird baby girl?” He asked.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“You’re so bare,” he commented swiping a thumb over my sex.

“I barely have to shave,” I said self consciously.

“Oh that’s so precious baby,” he commented. He leaned down and kissed my southern lips. I felt a gushing and crossed my legs with a small noise.

“You like when I do that huh?” He asked.

“Y-yes,” I nodded vigorously.

“Regulus,” I said after a few moments of him caressing me, running his fingers up and down my body.

“Yes princess,” he crooned. He cupped my face with his large hand.

“Maybe, well maybe you could put it in?” I asked. A smirk unfurled across his face. He took my hand and began to kiss the tip of every finger.

“Put what in sweetheart?” He asked.

“Your, um, well, your c-c-c-“

“Baby, you can say it. I give you permission to use the nasty word,” he allowed.

“Your cock, i-inside my pussy?” I finished pathetically.

“Yeah? You think that would help?” He asked. I saw the bulge in his boxers. I wanted him to take out that thick, hairy, veiny member I’d spied once while he was pissing.

“It isn’t bad Regulus!” I said, bolting up and cupping his face. I searched his eyes for some sign he thought I was a pervert. He didn’t seem ashamed.

“No?”

“No!” I said hastily. You’d just be filling me up so I can relax a little. You don’t even need to move. It wouldn’t even really be sex. Sirius would know it’s okay too. He would want you to do anything you could to help me.”

“I think you’re right, just putting it in can’t hurt,” he said gently.

He pushed me back. He slowly removed my nightgown so I was bare in front of him. I turned my head away blushing. He softly moved my jaw so I was facing him again. He dipped his head and pressed a chaste kiss to both peaked nipples. I squirmed again, I let out a frustrated breath. I needed filled so badly.

He got out his massive length. I felt my wetness increase with the sight. I licked my lips. He put his leaky tip at my needy entrance.

Slowly, slowly, he moved. He pushed inside me. I grabbed his bicep with a whine. The stretch was satisfying but a bit painful.

“Reg!” I cried.

“Princess, am I too big?”

“N-no Reg, I want it, in fact I need it,” I told him.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

“I’m gonna go balls deep okay? Is your pussy okay with that?”

“Yes sir,” I agreed.

He grunted in a way that sounded so lewd as he went as far as he could. His balls rested on my ass, I felt amazingly full. I’d never felt so satisfied in my life. I half expected a bulge to show in stomach he was so big.

“Regulus it feels great,” I admitted.

“That’s my girl, you know I’ll always take care of you,” he promised.

“Ohhhhh,” I whined. I wiggled on his cock, feeling as though I was completely impaled.

“Baby, I’m not going to be so good and nice anymore if you keep moving like that,” He warned.

“I-I can’t help it. I’m so full and my clitty is aching,” I complained.

“Awww baby, I know that’s why cunny needs so much attention from me,” he said sweetly. I melted. I wanted him so bad. I didn’t care if it was wrong or nasty or something Aleeda wouldn’t want. I wanted it, I needed it, if it was the only dream come true I got for the rest of my life I’d take it because I was so wet it was dripping down my own brother in laws dick.

“C-can I swear sir?” I asked sheepishly.

“If you absolutely need to baby,” he said calmly.

“Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck I want you to fucking ram me full. I’m so desperate for you to do nasty things with me.”

There was a long silence. I felt bad. I writhed on his dick again, knowing I’d never be fulfilled until he moved. But I think I’d scared him. The look on his face was dangerous.

Then he started.

He held my hands above my head began to snap into me wildly. He was grunting and groaning as his thick cock was baptised in my slick over and over as he plunged into my wet depths.

“Fucking good little girl for me aren’t you,” he gasped.

“Yes sir,”I whined. “Oh Regulus you feel so good. Oh, oh, oh, I’ve never felt this good. You’re soooo big!”

“That’s it princess, tell me all your nasty feelings. You didn’t just want me to put my cock inside you, you wanted me to fuck you raw. You wanted me to help soothe that ache between your legs.”

He was giving it his all. He was so much bigger than me. He was so long and thick in all the tight places. I was barely holding on to sanity as he snapped his hips. I was making all sorts of submissive and desperate noises. He was fucking squeaks and squeals out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held onto the hair at the nape of his neck for dear life.

I sounded like I was driving over a bumpy road. “Uh, uh, uh, uh.” It echoed in my pink bedroom. I was nearly choking on pleading whimpers.

“Please, never stop, I’m addicted. I want your dick all the time. I can’t believe we’ve never done this. Oh please. I can’t handle it. This is the best feeling in the world!”

A gorgeous smirk covered his face as he rutted into me with all his might and strength. I was speechless now from how gorgeous he was. He was who I was meant for. I hoped he’d had a hand in choosing who was to be betrothed to his brother. Just to do this. To fuck his bother’s property within an inch of my life.

“That poor cunny needed this huh?” He crooned. “You needed big thick cock to stretch you out. Poor baby, holding her pussy, and touching her clitty with no release. You just let me take care of it all princess. I’ll make you squirt on my cock if it’s the last thing I do.”

“R-Regulus” I hiccuped from the deep thrusts. “W-will Aleeda b-be mad?” I asked as he moved me across the bed with the eagerness of his hips. He placed a hand on top of my head so it didn’t bash against the wall. It didn’t stop him from continuing to absolutely demolish my pussy though.

“We don’t need to tell Aleeda that your brother in law put his cock in your princes parts,” he murmured delicately in my ear.

My eyes rolled back into my head at the words. He stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked for all it was worth. I imagined it was his cock and I was a content baby girl being fed the dick I loved so much. I didn’t think I’d ever want another. This was perfection.

“You love my cock don’t you baby girl? You want it so bad, and from your own brother in law,” he whispered to me.

“Oh damn, you treat your baby girl so well. Please tell me you wanted this, please tell me you like my pussy,” I whined. I was so needy for his approval.

“Yes baby, I want you like crazy. I wanted to stretch your little baby girl cunt out every time I went inside Aleeda . I couldn’t get hard for her. All I think about is my precious little sister in law.”

“Oh Reg, Reg, Reg, can I eat your cum every morning? I wanna guzzle it down. Please let your princess have your cum I think it would taste better than anything. Don’t give it to Aleeda, give it to me. I’ll always take it happily. I could even be sleeping Regulus just push your cock in and let your daughter take your fat load with all those eager semen churning inside me.”

“Fuck baby! You wanted this so badly!” He growled. He began to suck on my nipples. He was lapping and suckling.

“Is it so bad for a brother in law to want the ripe, fertile, unused, hairless pussy of a sweet girl. I deserve to taste those perky jiggling breasts. You wanted me so I own you. You’re completely mine now.”

“Oh Regulus, cunny feels funny, imma-“

“That’s it baby, let it out,” he encouraged as his cock just twitched and throbbed over and over. His huge adult balls slapped me as he continued to fuck into me.

“I can let go?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Yeah,” he groaned.

“On your cock? On my brother in law’s big cock?” I asked now.

“Oh fuck me, you better do it soon or I’m gonna lose it inside this underage cunt,” he growled.

“Yes sir,” I nodded almost hysterically. I was thrusting up to meet him now. I couldn’t stay still even for a moment. My legs flailed and I whimpered. I thought about how my own brother in law was balls deep inside me. I thought about how horrified and jealous Aleeda would be.

The feeling of fullness overwhelmed me then. I was gasping and whinging. I arched upwards as slick spurted from me. I felt pleasure all over even in my fucking teeth as I came undone completely.

“That’s my girl, I knew you could,” he praised me. “I bet that’s your first one ever too. You cunt feels so good fluttering around my dick. You’re doing so well.”

“Oh Reggggggg,” I moaned.

“Alright angel, I’m gonna pull out now. I can’t take it anymore,” he told me.

“No please!” I begged. “Cum inside me.”

“Baby,” he moaned. He really wanted to and I could tell.

“It’s so wrong Angel. What if you got all knocked up?” He asked rubbing my belly possessively.

“Would that be so bad, then I could be with you always,” I said with doe eyes.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tempting,” he said with a particularly hard thrust. His balls were so full and I wanted him to use me as relief.

“It’s not bad Reg, you’ve tried so hard to stay away from me,” I promised him, holding his face. “You have wanked and fucked Aleeda and have done everything that you could. You’ve earned it. Cum inside your baby girl. Let my princess parts feel the creamy load of a man.”

“FUCK!” He nearly roared. He moved even faster and finally he let out a deep groan and I was filled with sticky gooey perfection. I felt like I was drunk on the goodness of the huge load. I was smiling goofily as he fucked it deeper. I sighed in contentment, rubbing my stomach. I hoped my womb had gotten every single drop.

“I hope I get pregnant Regulus,” I said to him as he pulled out his coated cock. Strings of semen connected my pussy and my dad’s perfect dick. I beamed happily, I was finally, finally satiated. All along I’d just needed my Brother in laws cock.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[chalamet-chalamet]

📸 by Dominic Sesto (IG credit to dom_sesto) 💥

[a-constant-gay-panic]

Hi I just found out about ur page I love it so much! Could I request a smut oneshot with sub!timothee chalamet and dom!fem reader, basically the first time Timmy realizes he likes to be on the sub side more, there's a lot of flirting from both ends and 🐱 eating with him on his knees or in another positing(idrc), choking and prompts 1, 6, 7,16, 18 from the smut section mixed in there. I tried to make this as detailed as possible as to help you, there is absolutely no problem if you can't/don't want to do it, I understand; sending love<3333

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gif doesn't suit the fic well, i just thought he looked good in it 😔

pairing: sub!timothée chalamet x dom!fem reader 

summary: timothée has always been the more dominant one but when he lets you take control one night, he finds himself liking it a bit too much. 

warnings: choking, marking, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), hand job, hair pulling, timothée calls reader “ma’am” once, degrading if you squint, riding, “traffic light” safeword system in use 

word count: 1.8k 

a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to anon, hope this was worth the wait tho, enjoy <3 out of all the unholy words i used today, ‘panties’ was the one i cringed at the most. why am i like this? also, i wrote this over the span of 3 bloody weeks (thanks to my laptop bombing out and me having to get a new one) so you’ll notice the reader goes through stages of being kinda sadistic to being caring. oh well.

promps: smutty 1. “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.” 6. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.” 7. “touch me… please…” 16. “harder…” 18. “needy little thing, aren't you?”

not proofread cause i get second hand embarrassment when i read smut which i’ve written :’)

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you gaze down at your boyfriend who is obediently kneeling in front of you as his skilled tongue laps at your cunt, desperate to please you and get something in return. you use every ounce of self restraint in you to stop yourself from throwing your head back and letting loud moans escape you. you refused to miss this, the sight was something you never wanted to forget. 

you smirk down at the desperate man, eyes greedily roaming his exposed, bare body and the marks which you placed on his pale and delicate skin. his eyes slowly drift closed and you admire the blissful look on his face for a moment before your hand gently snakes into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots, a silent indication to open his eyes. 

he either doesn't get the hint or doesn't care as he continues to eat you like a starved man.

“timothée.” you breathe into the hot room as you tug at his hair again. he doesn't react but you know what he's doing, you know he heard you. “timothée .” you say, adding more strength into your words and in your actions as you pull his head back with the fistful of hair in your hand. 

the action forces his mouth away from you and makes him open his eyes. he lets out a whimper at the sudden movement and the brief moment of pain in his scalp. the look in his eyes makes you groan; desperation, confusion, excitement, lust. all of it combined as your lover gazes up at you as if you’re the only thing which matters in his world. 

“what did i say about keeping your eyes open?” you ask, running your hand through his messy locks. “if i don’t keep them open, you won’t touch me…” he whispers, eyes becoming glossy as he becomes painfully aware of his leaking cock which sits untouched on his trembling thighs. 

“correct.” you smile at him. it’s a sickly sweet smile which makes panic rise in him, knowing you had something up your sleeve. 

“on the bed.” you stand from your place, stepping out your panties and watching in silent amusement as timothée  scrambles from his place on the ground to the sheet clad mattress (which you know you'll have to wash later). you walk to your vanity and pull the chair out, sitting on it backwards to situate yourself in front of the bed and his anxious frame. 

“i said i wouldn’t touch you, right?” you ask rhetorically. ���well, guess what?” you lean your arms forward, resting them on the back of the chair, “i never said you couldn't.” you smile cheekily at him, eyes shining with glee. 

his eyes widen and you look at him in anticipation. “what are you waiting for, love? don’t you want to cum?” your words seem to snap him out of his confused state and he shyly trails his hand down to his cock, wrapping his slender fingers around the base and slowly pumping it, groaning lowly at the new found friction which he’s craved all night. 

you silently watch him, drinking in his appearance and how he whines for you to help him. a few minutes of what he considers blissful torture pass before you speak up, “are you close, hmm?” you know damn well he is and you also know damn well that he can’t finish without your help. 

“please…” his voice is hoarse and you raise a brow at him. “please? please what?” his eyes squeeze shut, “touch me… please…” 

you chuckle at his words, a simple “no” reaching his ears and making him groan in frustration and dread. you place your head on your arms as you drink in the sight of the broken man on your bed, a sadistic smile gracing your lips. 

after a few minutes of watching him writhe and squirm as his hand works himself, you decide to be kind and help him out. you quietly stand and slide off the oversized shirt which hangs limply on your otherwise bare body before making your way over to timothée. 

his eyes snap open and a loud moan escapes his parted lips when he feels your hand replace his own, milking him for all he’s worth. his hands grab at everything in his reach, your arms, waist, breasts, anything to ground himself as he feels his high approach rapidly. you enjoy every second of his orgasm as you listen to his sweet whines and pleas, words of appreciation and love spewing from him like a waterfall. 

you release your grip on him but he chases your hand with his own, bringing it back to his aching cock which twitches at the contact. you chuckle airily at his desperation but continue stroking him, watching with amazement in your eyes as he squirms under your gaze and touch, another orgasm ripping through his body.

“you gonna give me another one?” you lean closer to his ear, “gonna cum again for me?” he shakes his head wildly, burying his face in your neck as tears start to form in his eyes. “c’mon, you can give me one more, can't you? you were so desperate for it a moment ago.” he whines and you smirk when you feel him thrust up into your hand. 

“there you go, cum for me.” his breaths come out quicker and he groans at your words, wildly bucking his hips upwards, chasing the orgasm which is building embarrassingly quickly. “needy little thing, aren't you?” you tease him. “such a dirty thing… my dirty boy.” you mutter and as if on cue, he tips over the edge and cums again with a small cry of pain and pleasure. 

you give him a few moments to calm down before you straddle him, pressing your lips to his bruised ones in a reassuring kiss. he gasps into your mouth as he feels your slick entrance against him, hips involuntarily bucking upwards. “fuck…” he mutters softly. “i don’t know if i can cum again…” he mutters, head foggy. “you’re not gonna leave me high and dry, are you?” you ask playfully. he frowns and shakes his head.

“colour?” you ask. although you were desperate for release, you weren’t about to make him uncomfortable or do something he wasn’t ok with. timothée seems to be in thought for a moment before he looks at you. “green.” and as if an afterthought, “fuck me…” 

you can't hold back the smile which is plastered on your face. “what was that?” you tease him, wanting to see how far you can push him off the edge. “please, ma’am… fuck me. fuck me, use me. wanna make you cum too.” 

the lust which you feel must be quite prominent on your face as he whines softly, hands grabbing your hips in an attempt to pull you down on him but you resist, hand yanking his head back by the hair again. the angle exposes his marked up neck and you internally scream at how good his jawline looks from this provocative angle. 

you dip your head down, placing your lips near his ear, “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.” you murmur as you rake your nails up and down his heaving chest, a shiver escaping him as you pass lightly over his nipple.  

your smug smile turns into a smirk as you watch the wrecked man below you. you feel a sense of pride as you wrap your hand around his throat and hear the moan which escapes him. the power which you hold and feel in this moment is intoxicating and you don't think you’ll ever get enough of it. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.” you whisper before kissing him harshly and pulling back to get a better look at his face. 

timothée opens his mouth but whatever he was about to say gets stuck in his throat as you sink yourself down on his cock, a broken whine being released in place of his lost words. he throws his head back and you feel your own tilt slightly, the pleasure hitting you both as your walls clench around him. “fucking hell.” you can't stop yourself from gasping, moving your hips ever so slightly. 

you bounce up and down, the sound of lewd clapping filling the room along with your mixed moans.  “harder…” his breathy words are barely audible but you manage to pick them up and quickly obey, quickening your pace and tightening the grip on his throat to sturdy yourself. 

your eyes bore into his and he squirms even more as pain, pleasure and excitement course through his tired body. his hands paw at your breasts as his breaths come out in sharp bursts. you would’ve laughed at his sheer desperation but you aren't any better, legs quivering and mouth open in a silent moan as you feel a heat build quickly in your lower abdomen. 

his fingers clamp down on your hips, most likely giving you bruises, as his eyes shut tightly and head tilts backwards. you release your grip on his neck and lean down to attach your lips to his now exposed flesh, moving your hand up to thread through his hair instead. your free hand travels down your body before it reaches your clit and rubs fast circles on the sensitive spot, your orgasm approaching just as quickly as timothée’s. 

before you know it, a strong feeling of pleasure washes over you as you reach your high and you collapse, bitting down on timothée’s neck, forcing him over the edge with you as strings of ‘fuck’s escapes him. 

you gently kiss the area which you had previously assaulted with your teeth in an attempt to apologise. the two of you lay in each other's embrace, deep and erratic breaths being the only sound in the once noisy room. you slightly wriggle on top of him at the odd feeling of his cum dripping down your thigh. from below you, timothée groans and you feel him twitch inside you. 

you lift your head up and raise a brow at him. he blushes bashfully and avoids your gaze, “i liked it.” you laughed lightly, “good to know but which part are you referring to?” you asked, not fully expecting an answer but he doesn’t seem to mind indulging your teasing question. “you being in control… it was nice…” he blush deepens even further. 

you can't help smirking at his shy demeanour, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “so what i’m hearing is,” you place a gentle kiss on his cheek, “you wouldn't  be opposed to doing this again?” he smiles at you, “not at all.” he leans up slightly to kiss you, arms wrapping around you to bring you even closer to him if possible. 

you shiver lightly when you feel him pull out slightly and then push himself back inside you. “so needy…” you mutter between kisses. “you made me like this.” he retorts with a grin. “well then,” you start, helping his movements along, “i guess i should fix it then.” 

his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of you overstimulating him once more. it was going to be a long night. certainly one neither of you would forget. 

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[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Absolutely wild to me that anyone can ever look at Timothée and think “he’s a sub”

Like. Look at him

Dafaq you mean he’s submissive he’s bout to step on your throat and you’ll thank him for it

[malina-6886]

I thought about Dom Sesto literally 10 minutes ago - why wasn’t he at the premiere, and in his hometown at that?)

... Timmy ?

IG story dom_sesto

[riverdrowning]

“timothee chalamet is perfect casting” this. “dominic sessa looks more like bob dylan” that.

bob dylan is the love child of dominic and timothee lets be honest.

he is quite literally what you get when you put a pic of dom and a pic of timo into a baby generator ai.

[chainmailchalamet]

DRAG ME UNDER, BURY ME DEEP

tags: black gender-neutral reader + timothee chalamet, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, discussions of impact play, spitting, knife play, safe + sane + consensual, predator/prey dynamics, set in a professional BDSM space

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He doesn’t look like much, and you feel kind of bad for thinking it but — he just surprises you, is all. Maybe it's just your bias, that you assume there must be a look to the kind of person who wants to do to you what you want done. Someone a little rough, big and scruff and a little nasty — face-tats and a thick neck and big hands. A daddy type, a bear, a deviant at first glance.

This guy is…not that. Taller than you, sure, and so good-looking it makes you blush a little, but he’s just so…soft. Pretty. Bashful little tilt to his pretty head, pretty hair falling into his face in soft little curls. Shyish smile, cupids-bowed pulled back to tease a little dimple in the corner. Nice hands, well-groomed and long and lean — powder blue polish on the nails, no scars or tattoos to rough it all up. He’s got a black sweater on, fit so nice to his frame — nice broadish shoulders, elegant neck, just the slightest hint of a bulge in his bicep. He looks strong the way a swimmer would be, or a dancer.

He doesn’t look like the type to pluck you up by the neck, crowd those nice well-groomed fingers into their mouth and tell you to speak up if you want something, to laugh at you while you try to speak around the intrusion, to smear your own spit back into your skin and sneer “what a fucking mess, huh? why don’t you say sorry, like you mean it…”

“You, uh…” you pause, choose your next words carefully. “You’re different than I thought you would be…”

If he’s at all offended by this statement, he doesn’t show it, just breathes this quiet amused sound to himself — his cheeks even pink up a little, as he swipes his hair back from his face.

“Mm, yeah, I guess that makes sense, I’m not exactly…” he looks up and away like he’s searching for the right word, mouth curling into this wry little smile that is so boy-scout-prince-charming-boyfriend-coded that you kind of want to shake him a little, or kiss him a little. “I get it! If you wanna follow me back to the front desk I can —“

Fuck, that’s not — “No, no, I’m just…I just don’t want you to get into something you didn’t sign up for, you know?”

He pauses with your paperwork in his hands, eyebrows furrowed a little, but he’s still got this smile on his face, this ever-amused, almost permissive look to him. “Hm,” he hums, holding your eyes for a moment that stretches like honey, just long enough that you start to shift a little on your feet — and then he flips through the papers like he’s looking through them for the first time, makes a show of scanning through every line, muttering to himself like he’s reading them to himself, like he’s just so thorough.

And then you get it — that slow curl low in your gut as you realize that this is all an act — that this faunish, sheepish looking bambi motherfucker is fucking with you. That you’ve fallen for it, and (the fear curls warm and sharp in your gut, and then turns itself inside out until it feels like something sweeter than fear) that you’ve no idea what it even is.

“Hm, let me see…” he flicks his eyes up, and it’s like he’s checking for something, and once he’s found it in you he just shifts. Holds himself a little looser, let’s his gaze pierce you deep, let’s his smile get a little mean, swipes his tongue across his teeth like he’s coaxing his fangs out. “So you didn’t want to get slapped across the face, then?”

You shiver. When you answer, your voice has gone all coarse, like you’re not used to using it. “I don’t…” you cringe, clear your throat, try again. “I don’t understand what…”

He nods, feigning understanding. “Mm, I’m sure you don’t…you need a second, honey?”

Honey. “I…”

“You must not have asked to get choked out, tied up, spanked and — you specifically asked for someone to spit in your mouth and call you a pretty little slut, isn’t that sweet — but I mean, it’s not like you filled this out, right?” He continues, making his eyes all big. You get the sense that he’s mimicking you, and it makes you wanna look at the ground because you don’t trust your eyes not to water a little. He’s so fucking mean (he’s so fucking perfect). “Do you need me to explain how this place works?”

You mumble something and he tuts, shakes his head. “Wanna try that again for me?”

It doesn’t feel like he’s asking, not really. It makes you feel small, stupid — makes you petulant. “I know how it works, I just…”

“You just what?” he simpers. He puts the papers down on the desk in the corner of the playroom, stands to lean against the wall of floggers and paddles and — fuck — crosses his arms, fixes you with a look that could rot iron. “You thought you’d fill out all that long, boring paperwork and you’d get paired up with just anyone? Do you think you’re just so uniquely filthy that no one would be able to keep up?”

Fuck. He’s so mean. You might be tearing up a little — you can feel it curling up in your chest, humiliation warming up your nose and pricking at your eyes. “I didn’t fucking—“

“Oh, look at the fucking mouth on you!” he giggles a little, but not like he thinks you’re funny — more like he thinks you’re so so dumb, just supremely stupid. “That’s cute, that’s just fucking precious…”

“I’m so sorry if I’m a little surprised that someone like you…” you spit the you at him, send it at him like a weapon, stand your ground and show him your teeth — reckless with frustration. “…would have the fucking guts to do any of that shit! It’s not my fault that you’re built like a fucking Disney princess.”

Perhaps a step too far, if the way he studies you is any indication. He’s gone all straight faced, and the contrast between his cherubic face and his dead-eyed gaze puts you on edge. Within his arm’s reach, there is an array of tools that could break you down to nothing with just one strike. He looks so out of place in a room like this, with a Saint John’s cross and a bed laid in all black with all the fittings — so many different spots to be strapped down. You don’t have to look up to know that if he wanted to, he could string you up from the ceiling like a chandelier. You’d even marked your interest down for that in your paperwork, so he already knows.

The appeal of this dungeon is the placement program — their success rate in people up with the perfect partner, with vetted professionals that specialize in knowing exactly what you want and how to give it to you. You should have known from the second he walked in that he was the perfect sadist for your masochistic tendencies — that he would slap you in the face and spit in your mouth, that he would strap you down and simper degrading little things in your ears, that he was going to torture you until you tapped out (and he probably also knew that aside from a couple hard-limits, it would take a lot to get you to tap, that you wanted to be pushed and prodded and batted around until you cried or passed out).

“Disney princess, huh?” He’s dropped the act completely now, and the mean curl to his mouth is so dissonant with the look of him — it just throws you off. In a way, it’s so much more exciting and terrifying the way he steps into this new skin, the way he wears his dominance. You imagine him with his hands around your throat, distaste marring his pretty face, and it’s so hot you get a little light-headed.

You think that maybe you should apologize, and then he widens his eyes (all big and innocent, he’s so sick) says “I’m gonna give you ten seconds to say sorry, ok?”

You clear your throat. “…or what?”

“I don’t know…” he grimaces, like it just pains him to do this to you (oh, he’s nasty). “I’d rather you didn’t make me punish you — there’s some really fucked up shit on your sheet, you know?”

You feel like the ten seconds has already started — he’s setting you up. He’s running his eyes over all the toys displayed against the wall, but you know he’s already got something in mind.

“I’m sorry?” You say, like you’re not sure.

“Mm..” he hums. “Little too late for that.”

He pushes off the wall, digs in the pocket of his worn-in looking Levi’s. Pulls out a little pocket-knife. “Don’t move, OK? I’d rather not make you bleed if I don’t have to.”

You freeze — there’s only one door out of the room, nowhere’s to run, nowhere to hide. It’s like he reads your mind, the way he steps towards you like he’s trying not to startle you, like he’s hunting. “I’m sorry…”

“Shhh, it’s ok, sweetheart — just gonna hurt you a little…” he says, slow and sweet like he’s got honey under his tongue. “Just gonna make you cry your pretty little eyes out…”

[destinyc1020]

i will say something that frustrates me a bit, tom could dominate hollywood like Zendaya and timmy if he chooses too. he's got the skills, hes got the charisma, hes got the looks, and unlike Z who had to work her ass off for where she is today, he's got privilege. if he just go to the right events and make the right connections, and choose the right roles, he could dominate hollywood. of course with roles, there will be hits and misses. i love tom, huge fan of his. he did wonderful with spiderman and uncharted even though people were rooting against, but his charisma and talent won a lot of people over. kid's got potential he just doesnt use it. either because he doesnt want to or doesnt know how to. but it is frustrating as of right now because theres so much potential. the good thing about awards shows and these types of events is that he can meet and talk to some major players in hollywood, he just doesnt want to go, and i get why, he said why but doesnt change things. Timmy uses his star power, and though a bit pretentious and hungry for fame which i dislike, hes (for the most part/ he made poor decisions over the last month or 2) smart. he goes to events, he mingles with people, he chooses to work with powerful and big name directors and you've got to give him that at least. same with JE. and i hate JE literally. hes more pretentious and obnoxious, no charisma but him and his team are super smart. i will give them that at least.

Thanks for your honest thoughts and opinions Anon.

You know, I kind of hear this type of sentiment from many Tom stans quite a lot, and I'm wondering if possibly what's going on here is that SOME of Tom's stans sort of feel like he started off on such a great foot with his earlier indie career, and then with Spider-Man, but then now...Some may feel as though Tom is kind of lagging behind his peers, especially when they see other actors around his same age (even up-and-coming actors) seeming to be "eclipsing" Tom (Dom's favorite word lol 😅) in the Hollywood industry career department.

I can sort of see why SOME of Tom's stans who actually really do love him would like to see him having the same prestige, film roles, or perceived "hype" in Hollywood that they see other young actors getting in the industry.

With all of that said however... I think fans need to take a deep breath, take a step back, and keep in mind first and foremost that the level of fame that Tom has is NOT something that is easy for most people.

Tom was announced as being the next Spider-Man in 2015, and then he was first seen in "Captain America: Civil War" in 2016....then from there he went on to film his OWN solo Spidey film, "Spiderman: HOCO" in 2016....and then, a year later, he was thrust and catapulted into a level of fame that he had never experienced before after his film HOCO came out in 2017.

Tom's popularity and fame has only INCREASED since 2017. Most of that is due to Marvel and being in some of the most highest-grossing blockbuster films in the WORLD, and another part of that is due to Tom's general likability, friendliness, and charismatic nature that just seems to come naturally to him. 😊

I don't even think that fans can really compare Tom's fame level to lesser-known actors, or even to Timothee Chalamet, who JUST recently reached 19 Million followers on Instagram, whereas meanwhile, Tom has 66.3 Million followers on Instagram. I just don't think that's really fair.

Timothee has also had the added benefit of being able to sort of "fly under the radar" somewhat. While Timothee is yes, very popular, has a huge fanbase, and has critical acclaim with tons of award nominations and a few wins under his belt, he also has usually primarily stuck to mostly smaller, indie films throughout most of his career, so Timmy's fame has seen more of slightly gradual increase in fame level, as opposed to becoming WILDLY HUGE overnight, as was the case with Tom.

I've always said that if I were to ever become famous, I would rather be SEMI-famous, and still be able to live a somewhat normal life, do my work, go home, and have a pretty basic lifestyle, vs being MEGA-famous, barely being able to walk out of my front door without being papped or chased by fans, or always being asked for a picture (or sometimes not even asked), and having my life constantly up for discussion. And a "Private life"? What's that?? I would much prefer the former rather than the latter.

I don't think fans realize that fame (especially large amounts of it) can really mess with someone's head. While at the outset it might seem fun, exciting, addictive and even intoxicating at first, fans don't realize that later on down the line, this level of fame can make you feel suffocated after a while. 😔

Many actors (and celebrities just in general) have suffered from anxiety, loneliness, DEPRESSION, paranoia, and worthlessness just simply due to having to deal with massive amounts of fame, hate online, and the constant feeling of their lives being under a microscope. 😔

Based on what Tom (and his dad) has said, to me it almost seems as though he would rather try to live a more normal life, as opposed to getting even MORE increasingly famous. We have to remember that unlike some actors who may have always dreamed of acting or being famous, Tom was sort of thrown into acting due to being spotted by a talent scout. He ended up liking it and just stuck with it, but it's not like he was somebody who was dreaming of being an actor or being famous one day, like some others might.

Dom has even said recently on a podcast that he doesn't even worry about Tom's career in Hollywood... He worries MOST about whether or not his son will have the ability to live a somewhat normal LIFE. To me, that was very telling. 😔

Personally?? I think that overall Tom will be okay. But like you yourself even mentioned, we need to ask ourselves if continuing to be massively famous is something that Tom himself even wants?? 🤔 To me, it seems like Tom has other more important goals in his life that take more priority. Jmho.

While Tom I'm sure enjoys acting, and might even wish to direct films one day, I don't get the impression that he is particularly all that comfortable with the huge fame aspect of it. That can be somewhat daunting for anybody.

I think fans need to have some mercy and grace, and realize that Tom is doing just fine, and he will be okay. 😊 Like you mentioned, he has some privilege in Hollywood that not all people (especially woc) are afforded. I know fans only want Tom to be getting accolades because we all know and see his talent, his potential, and want certain roles for him, or for him to work with certain directors/actors, etc. But we have to ask ourselves: "What does TOM want?" 🤔

[badtouchs]

wanting femme plots so check the read more if you're into that - i'm open to writing either side, to be clear

based on the fcs i want as the femme:

leo woodall as a shy little bookworm / jack quaid as a shy little gamer-geek girl meeting and being turned into a mumbling, soaked mess by a dirty, nasty dom guy (in his 40s? - co-worker, former high school colleaguemaybe inc*st?).

timothee chalamet as a girl dealing with her daddy issues by going to nasty motels with men old enough to be her dad. they ask dirty things out of her, she relunctly says yes, knowing she'll cry herself to sleep later; ask her to press her tiny f*cking tits together so they can fuck them

ethan cutkosky/connor jessup as a school girl who thinks shes smart and mature enough to have a relationship with an older man; needless to say she's being manipulated and groomed

ryan gosling as a tooootal bimbo x maybe a p*rnstar against a co-star, director or even a lucky fan

dylan minnette as a band member or a groupie getting passed around by the others

rafael silva - not even sure but god please a man suck on those tiddies please 🙏 😫 maybe a personal trainer or yoga instructor

fcs i wanna see against femmes:

need a ewan mitchell or jack quaid incel, cumming so quick in his first time with a girl/woman

and then a kyle gallner misogynistic (... sadist) redneck with a pretty thing he picked (kidnapped? spiked drink?) from this seedy bar/desert park/etc

oscar isaac college professor x student or fellow professor in a classroom

josh o'connor as a sleazy af handyman sweet-talking his way into a milf's/girl's panties after he's done with his service

milo ventimiglia dad x babysitter

leo suter kingsguard x queen/princess he's sworn to protect

[starlightsuffered]

girl we need more subby Tim fanfics where he just wants to suck on your tits, idc if it's short😔

A/N - my first sub Timmy fic request on this account!!! Yayyyy

Good Boy

Info - shy boy, inexperienced Timmy, nervous, moving slow, boob obsessed, over the pants touching, some teasing, cumming in pants, embarrassment, sub space, praise, a little humiliation, submissive male

“Timothée?” I asked. I waved a hand in front of his face. His eyes were saucer plates, and his mouth hung agape. I was starting to get a bit worried as he continued his silence. This had not been what I was expecting at all.

Timothée and I had gone out a couple times, and we really liked one another. He was gorgeous, smart, sweet, thoughtful, and talented. However, he said since he’d been a theatre kid his whole life he hadn’t seen much action.

I was a bit more experienced and I said I could guide him. I’d asked if he’d like a kiss while we were watching the movie for our date. One thing led to another. Soon we were making out.

He was shuddering and fumbling and I was reassuring him. I’d guided his hand up to my breasts. He’d sucked in a breath so sharp I’d been worried about him. He begged me to continue, so I’d pulled off my top and bra. This was when everything had lurched to a stop.

“They’re so big,” he whispered. He blinked a couple times.

“Yes?”

“And so round.”

“Timothée, you’ve seen breasts,” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Not ones as perfect as these,” he scoffed. I felt a smile grow on my face.

“So you do like them?” I checked.

“Like them? I love them. Oh my goodness I’m so sorry did you think I didn’t?” He asked worriedly.

“Oh, y/n, I’m sorry. I just I get so flustered. You set my whole body on fire and I feel so lucky just to be able to touch you. I should just go and-“

He stood up abruptly and began to leave. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. He tripped a bit and fell face first into my breasts. I was now laughing. Timothée was bright red and looked horrified.

“I’m such a shit,” he grumbled as he sat up.

“No, baby,” I said, reaching out and cupping his jaw. He made a small whiny sound. I had to admit it was adorable.

“Let’s just go slow,” I comforted him.

“This is just nothing like I imagined,” he explained.

“What did you think it would be like?” I asked rubbing his back.

“Well for one, I-I imagined me being smooth and not falling into your tits, or making you feel like I don’t like them,” he murmured. He still hasn’t looked at me.

“Timmy, stuff isn’t like in the movies. I am charmed by you. I really like you,” I admitted.

“You do!” He asked excitedly, whipping his gaze towards me. His eyes immediately went down and he groaned as he saw my breasts again.

“Timothée,” I whispered. I leaned into him. He gasped again when my boobs were pressed against him.

“I like you so much, I am very attracted to you,” I said, taking his face in my hands, I kissed him slowly. I showed him how sweet passion could be.

“B-but, you’re so lovely,” he whispered. “I want to worship you. How can I do that if we takes things slow?”

“Timothée not everything had to be ripping bodices, and not everything has to end in orgasm to be pleasurable. We can just, enjoy one another. Plus, you don’t need to use genitalia to worship someone.”

I ended with a smirk. I leaned back so he could see everything I had to offer. His eyes were wide again.

“See,” I purred.

“You can worship with your eyes,” I said as I I ran the pad of my thumb under his doe eyes. I ran my finger down to his lips. He was breathing heavily.

“Or with your mouth,” I suggested.

“M-My mouth?” He gulped.

“Even, your adorable nose,” I said, tapping it. “By inhaling my scent.”

“Holy fuck,” he breathed.

“Come here,” I said, coaxing him to me. He moved closer. I took his shaky hands. I lifted his large palms to my breasts.

He let out a breathy laugh as he massaged. A gorgeous grin spread across his face. His thumbs tentatively swiped my nipples. I moaned as they began to harden.

“Did that feel good?” He asked immediately.

“Yes,” I nodded encouragingly.

He became more enthusiastic now. He was swiping and rolling my nipples. I was getting breathless. He was beaming at my reactions.

“I want, fuck, I want to-“ he was blabbering.

“Tell me angel,” I simpered. He squirmed.

“Oh Timothée, is my baby already hard. Just from touching my boobs and nipples?” I cooed and moved closer.

“I-I, f-fuck,” he was a nervous wreck who couldn’t speak.

I grabbed him by the collar and swung him down. So I cradled him like a baby. I smirked at his shocked expression.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you’re so cute,” I said.

“This feels better than anything ever,” he sighed.

“My boy,” I smiled. I ran my hands through his hair as he looked at me with the most precious eyes. He looked like a puppy. I heard small whines coming from his throat.

“Good boy, you’re my good boy,” I assured him. I kissed his forehead gently.

“Ohhhhh y/n,” he quivered. I guided his head softly. He was very slow going. He tentatively nuzzled his nose against the skin of my breast. He inhaled deeply.

“That’s it, don’t be scared,” I encouraged.

He closed his eyes as I rubbed my hands down his chest. He was breathing easier now. He placed several kisses to my nipple before finally closing his mouth over it.

“There’s my good baby,” I praised him. He was suckling now. I tentatively moved my hand down to his crotch. He made the most adorable submissive noise when I began to rub the bulge there.

He groaned deep in his throat as I kept it up. I rubbed him over his pants as he moaned and writhed, all the while sucking on my nipple.

“Good boy, good angel,” I crooned. He was still pink with blush but I could tell he was in bliss.

“This is heaven,” he gasped, coming off for a moment.

“I know sweetie, it’s where you were meant to be,” I promised.

“B-but, if you keep touching-“ he cut himself off.

“What?” I asked, knowing exactly what was happening. I rubbed faster now. I made a pouty face at him, mocking his shyness.

“Is it so easy to get you riled up? Such a shy boy? Awww poor baby. Just say something and I can stop, but you don’t want that do you handsome?” I teased.

“Mmmmmm,” he let out a muffed cry. He shoved his face into my breast as he came. I felt the damp stain grow on his pants as he moaned pathetically.

I expected him to jump off my tit, apologise a hundred times, and run away from me. Instead, he smiled blissfully on my nipple as the cum spread.

“Good boy, just suck,” I soothed him. I let him know he’d done nothing wrong by holding his hand as he contentedly continued.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet in London ✨✨✨✨

📸 by Angelo Dominic Sesto (IG: dom_sesto)

[dimplecki]

so basically I'm in love with timothee chalamet now. Ive been seeing his face in my daydreams a lot lately. He is so fucking feminine I want to dress him in a skirt & pantyhose and have him fuck me like that....... just normal girly stuff. and the jawline is . 💋💋damn babyboy. I love the mixed dom&sub/fem&masc vibes he has going on y'know?

[roleplayhonestybox]

imo i think the timothee chalamet hate came bc Call Me By Your Name got so hyped and people boiled it down to a cliche tabooy age gap type thing, so everyone who used those characters either wanted something really stereotypical sub/dom with questionable morals that they fetishized rather than approaching seriously most of the time, or people would make oc's for that exact thing using him as a face claim. Obvs if that's your thing, that's fine, I think it's just because of how popular it was that people got tired of it, so now that's kinda what he's associated with

I used to dislike him as a fc bc i just assumed people's characters would therefore be a stereotypical young sub looking for an older dom. Now though I'd love to use him as a faceclaim because he's a great actor, but i know a lot of people would write an oc off just bc they have a timothee faceclaim

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[sunsrpmuses]

Muse: Theo Caine (FC: Timothee Chalamet)

Race: Incubus

Sexuality: Gay / Mostly Top / Will Dom Bottom

Job/Role:  Professional Dom Boy Toy

Top Kinks: Bondage, Rough Sex, Spanking, Seducing tops and making them bottoms, Face Fucking, dominating men, daddy kink.

Basic Facts:

1900 years old

A born incubus who grew up as a boytoy in Rome and never really got out of the habit though he did leave behind submissiveness.

He likes to find a rich man, one who thinks he's dominant, seduce the man, and then turn them into his own personal bottom boy and money source. He will go dom bottom at times and does enjoy it but prefers to top his rich men.

He sometimes works as a pro dom, but prefers more private 'work' and full control over his men.

He's perfectly willing to play the role of sugar baby and let the rich guy be the big strong Daddy....a Daddy who nonetheless ends up taking twink cock 99 times out of 100 and feels strong for it...or embarrassed. He doesn't care so long as he's having fun and being kept in the lifestyle he prefers.

cock size: 10 inches

[a-constant-gay-panic]

Please...

masterlist

pairing: sub!timothée x dom!fem!reader

warnings: smutty without the actual smut, poor grammar and punctuation , swearing, mentions of chocking, reader calling timothée a ‘good boy’ twice i think?, unestablished relationship, timothée being the cutest sub ever (yes. that's a warning.)

summary: you've always felt an attraction towards eachother however you both decide to stay silent about it. that was until filming a certain scene with eachother and things got... intense.

a/n: just a little something i thought of and decided to share with y'all <3

none - normal narrative / speaking

bold- thoughts

italics - acting

(p.s. while the acting parts take place, timothée will be reffered to as timothée. i was too lazy to find a movie that suited this perfectly so just roll with it. thanks, luv ya 😙)

(not proof read) 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

“y/n/n? hello? y/n? are you still with me?”

matthew laughs and shakes his head slightly as you slowly come out of your daze. “sorry? what were you saying?” you ask as he applies the finishing touches to your make up. matthew has been working with you as your stylist ever since highschool. you met during drama club one semester and have been inseparable ever since, both getting jobs in hollywood, him finding his calling in styling and you finding yours in acting. “i asked if you were ready to film this scene? jesus, pay attention will you?” he places the brush down and leans up against the table, facing you. “well i kind of have to be, now don't i?” you slightly joked, hoping to move on quickly. matthew deadpanned before looking around, lowering his voice he said, “yes but that dosn't mean you can't be nervous. you're basically filming a sex scene with a hot ass guy who just so happens to be the centre of focus in all your wet drea-” “ok! i get it, shut up. someones going to hear you one day y'know?” you frantically try to keep him quiet, scared that a crew member will overhear what he has to say. “fine but you can't tell me that what i'm saying isn't true.” you sigh, he was right of course. you look around and see a certain brunette. he's laughing at something someone has said and you can't help but admire him from afar.

‘timothée chalamet... god he's gorgeous...’ 

you can't help but think.you're so deep in thought, admiring his features, you don't register the fact that tmothée had turned and caught you looking. his cheeks turn a light pink when he realises that you aren't looking away.

‘he's just so perfect... everything about him is so fucking pretty...’ 

 his smile that makes you want to smile with him: pretty. his lips that seem so kissable and utterly mesmerizing: pretty. his soft locks, that tempt you to run your fingers through them... temping you to tug them... : fucking pretty. his eyes that look so innocent yet make you long for them to be looking up at you from between your- “oh my god will you stop undressing him with your eyes! he looks flustred enough!” matthew quietly yells, trying not to burst out laughing at poor timothée's face. you quickly look away and try to clear your head of all the unholy thoughts that plague your mind. with your eye contact broken, timothée tries to slow down his heartbeat. there was something about the way you looked at him that got him all hot and bothered... ‘dammit... this is going to be an interesting scene to film...’ you both find yourself thinking.

you're sititiing at your desk when a light knock comes from your window. you turn and see timothée, your best friend of 10 years, on your roof waiting to be let in. again. you head over to the window and open it for him. neither of you saying anything while he climbs inside and goes to sit on your bed. you gently close the window, take a seat on your desk and wait for him to say something knowing that he only does these nightly visits when something's wrong. while waiting you take a moment to admire him. the way his hair falls in his face, slightly obscuring his features but leaving enough exposed for you to fawn over, the way the moonlight and dim lighting from the fairylights accentuate his jawline and captivating green eyes. 

‘he looks so adorable on that bed...’ he feels you looking at him and looks up to meet your eyes. yours are boring into his so intensely that he can't help but shift on your bed. he needs to end the eye contact before he loses his cool. “i saw you talking to paul earlier today” he blurts out. you're slightly taken a back at his sudden comment “uh yeah... we were talking about the bio homework. said he was behind and was wondering if i could tutor him tomorrow. what's your point?” he looks down and softly says “you said yes didn't you?” “no. no i didnt.” he looks up at you quickly, hope and relief evident in his eyes ”really? why not?” “cause he's an asshole that's why.” he stands up and leans against the bedpost to his left “i thought you liked him...” “liked him? fucking hell, no! he's a manwhore. yeah, he may be attractive but that dosn't mean i wanna be in his bed. what's he got to do with anything?” you can see him trying to hide a small smile but he dosn't bother to answer your question. “timothée. what does he have to do with this?” you're waiting for him to respond but he isn't sure how to answer you. deep down he knows why but he can't tell you that he was jealous can he? no, you'd think he was ridiculous and delusional... you'd laugh in his face when you found out that he's liked you for 2 years now. you interupt his thoughts by walking closer to him ”i asked you a question.” his eyes shoot up to look at you. you're standing infront of him, arms folded, head tilted slightly with a small smirk on your face. ‘fuck... somthing about that look is just so hot...’ he regains his composure and you pretend to not notice his falter.

“i... i don't know. i was just curious...” his voice is small and meek. you see right through him. you always have been able to. you know how much he wants you and you want him too.“oh come on now. no need to lie. just say it” his head bows slightly under the pressure of your gaze ”i don't know what you're talking about...” you tut lightly and walk closer to him, lifting his chin with your index finger to look him in the eyes. “you realise that i know about your little fixation on me right? you aren't the most subtle...” your smirk grows when you notice the bright pink dusted on his cheeks. ”i'm sorry. i... i didn't want to make things awkward! i tried to get rid of the feelings but i couldn't so i tried to hide it cause i knew it would

make you uncomfortable and-” you stop him mid sentence by moving the hand that was holding his chin up to lightly wrap around his neck and give it a gentle squeeze. the whimper he lets out was quiet but didn't go unheard of by you. 

‘can he just make those noises everyday...’ “shut up” you softly say. “if i were to be mad about anything, it'd be about the fact that you didn't say something sooner.” he's shocked by your words and manages to get out a quiet “what do you mean?” you laugh lightly and lean closer to his ear “i've wanted you for quite some time now. there's no need to be bashful about being jealous because i can promise you that i've had my fair share of jealousy when i see people so blatantly flirt with you... yet you're to oblivious to see it aren't you?” he flushes even more at your words. you lean back and he repeats his question, “what do you mean?” shaking your head you step back from him and he immediately misses the feeling of your body against his. “i mean, when someone is flirting with you, you don't even register the fact that they're into you. not that i mind that you aren't aware. it does get a bit annoying when you don't realise that i flirt with you however...” “you flirt with me...?” “what do you think i'm doing when i call you gorgeous or cute all the time? it sure as hell isn't me being friendly.” you're gauging his reaction, looking for any look of realisation when it finally hits him. “so you... you feel the same way i feel about you? it's not all one sided...?” his voice is hopeful and you give an exasperated sigh knowing that you'll have to spell it out for him. walking closer, you accentuate each step with a word, “i. fucking. like. you.” intimidated by your words and gaze he takes an automatic step back, forgetting about the bed behind him. the backs of his knees hit the bed and he falls on top of it. you walk closer and stand inbetween his legs, leaning down you cage him between the bed and your arms. you ever so slightly brush his lips with yours, he shivers at the minimal contact. whispering you ask “may i?” knowing exactly what you're asking he quickly nods. not happy with his answer, your one hand comes up to lightly tug at his hair which releases a quiet whimper from him “words love.” you warn. ‘she's gorgeous... fuck’ he covers up his staring with a small cough. “please...” “please...?” you ask with the raise of your brow. “please kiss me!” clearly satisfied with his response you capture his lips with yours. the soft noises he's making are music to your ears and you can tell they're not meant for the camera. he surprises you by pulling you onto him and wrapping his arms around your waist. you're not complaining and your legs part to rest on either side of him. he leans up to pepper your throat with kisses but before he can do much, your hand tugs at his curls a little harder than before making his head tilt up. you gently kiss his jawline and whisper in his ear “careful now” hiding your warning from the camera, you softly nip his ear as a diversion. he whines and you can feel his hips buck up into you slightly. you sit up and look into eachothers eyes but before you get the chance to kiss him again- “CUT!” you hear the director shout from off camera. you slowly get off of him and stand up. watching your figure he sits up, inconspicuously adjusting his pants, trying to hide the boner he's now sporting thanks to you. you're relieved yet disappointed when you hear the director tell the two of you that you won't need to redo the scene. you qickly rush off set and head to your trailer, timothées eyes trained on you the entire time.

in the safety of your trailer you sigh and try to process everything that just happened. not able to get the sounds he made out of your head you're hardly paying attention when there's a knock on the door. assuming it's matthew you shout “it's open!” that is until you turn around and see timothée step inside. closing the door behind him, he turns to look at you. the two of you don't say anything and the tension is thick and hot. as if reading eachothers minds, you rush over to eachother and your lips collide, teeth slightly bashing, tongues exploring eachothers mouths. timothée walks backwards with you and you both fall on the futon bed in the corner of the trailer. he sits up and takes your shirt off while you try to get rid of his. you feel him starting to get comfortable being on top and quickly flip him over so you're now on top of him, legs on either side of him and arms caging him in again. deja vu hits you and you smirk at the new yet familiar position.

“don't forget who's incharge here.” you whisper to him. he sighs and you love the sight of him squirming underneath you. “please...” “please...? please what? tell me what you want...” getting restless and tired of your teasing he blurts out “just fuck me already!” your brow raises at his sudden comand, hand coming to wrap around his throat yet again. “watch it... be a good boy and behave ok? we wouldn't want to leave you here with no release now would we?” you pout at him. panic rises in his eyes at the thought of not getting what he so desperately wants. “i'm sorry... please... please help me...” he whimpers as he guides the hand that's on his throat to his crotch. you smile as your hand tightens and he let's out a loud moan at the feeling. sucking marks along his torso, you whisper into his skin “now there's a good boy... we're going to have so much fun.”

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[sinnetsins]

FOREVER AND ALWAYS

WARNINGS: stepbrother!Regulus Black, dom!Regulus black, fem!Reader, sub!Reader, stepcest, they smoke a lil weed, use of pet names (Dove, I think kitten?), praise kink, slightly mean dom!Regulus Black.

DID NOT PROOF READ.

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The thunder rumbles through the house so fiercely I wake up from my sleep.

I was never a fan of storms, though the lightning was beautiful, they felt gave me a dark and sinister feeling.

I sit up in my bed swinging my legs over the edge and slipping my negligee on with shaking fingers. The next clap of thunder makes my windows visibly shake, my heart rate picks up as I tear open the door.

My mother and step-father had left for the weekend leaving me with one viable option for safety, my step-brother.

My terribly handsome, smart, and sweet step-brother. How fucking embarrassing.

A smaller rumble makes me jump slightly, speeding my legs up to his door, the smell of faint smoke filling my nose.

I debate bothering him out of sheer humility, before- ‘BOOM!’. I jump once more.

I knock lightly and wait, his record player could be heard through the wood, I wait a moment longer. The vibration of the weather felt on my bare feet, lightning sparking blue light throughout the hallway.

I knock once more much harder than the last time, panic settling in. I could hear shuffling from the other side of the door, the feel of fresh tears prick my eyes as I wait for him to open the door.

I wrap my arms around myself before he opens the door, he coughs once, twice, before speaking with a scowl.

“Y-Y/N,” Cough, “What are you doing up?” Cough. His brows furrowed.

I look up to meet his gaze, fresh tears pooled in my under eyes, “I’m scared.” I whisper.

His face softens before he looks back at the open balcony doors, “You’re scared? Well of wh-“

Another wave of thunder crashes making my body lurch forward gripping his bare waist.

“Thunder, s’scary, I really don’t like it.” I lock my hands around either of my wrists behind his back, my face buried in his side. A hand smoothing the back of my hair the other on the small of my back, he ushers me into his room.

“You don’t like storms?” He questions, still holding me, “Mm-mm” I shake my head in his side. There’s a beat of silence.

“I can help you.” He slowly releases me, moving towards his open balcony, picking up what looks like a cigarette.

I twiddle my thumbs watching anxiously as he lights it, taking a puff, before handing it to me. Staring at the smoking cherry, I look up to him again.

“It’ll help, promise. It’s okay.” He takes a step closer, gently gripping the back of my neck holding me steady as he raises the hand rolled cigarette to my mouth, “Just suck and inhale, then blow out.” He instructs.

I lean forward, placing my mouth over the end and following his guidance, pulling back when i couldn’t suck any more.

I Inhale and keep my stare at his bare chest. The effects kick in quickly, relaxation floods my muscles, my brain not as worried about the thunderstorm, it felt..Marvelous.

“You okay?” He puts the dart out on the door frame.

I nod my head grinning slightly, “Feel good Reggie, thank you.” I move towards the balcony, meeting his smiling stare, watching the raindrops fall in sync with one another. The beauty of the storm becoming very apparent.

“Y’know, thunderstorms aren’t so scary.” He comes to stand next to me, “They can be sad, but they’re mostly beautiful.” He looks up to the sky flashing lightning.

“Wh- How are they beautiful?” It’s my turn to stare.

His profile is like the paintings they hang in muggle museums. Lightning casts a beautiful glow over his body, I make out the slight goose-bumps on his skin.

“The sky is crying, that’s not always a bad or sad thing,” I continue staring at his toned abdomen, “Like you tonight, you looked sad but— Your tears made you that much more beautiful.”

I look up to catch his eyes fixed on me already. I quickly look back down at the wet balcony, a blush prominent on my features.

Beautiful. He thinks I’m beautiful? Am I high right now?

“Look at me.” He brings his hand to lift my chin, eyes boring deep into mine, “Don’t be shy with me.” He leans closer, resting his forehead on mine. My breath hitches at the proximity.

Is this really happening? I’m definitely high.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” Regulus whispers, I lift my head giving our lips a mere centimeter apart.

“Reg-“

“Can I kiss you?” He pleads.

I lean forward more sealing our lips to one another. It was a soft and sweet, his lips taste like cherry and smoke, soft like velvet.

I pull away giving a shocked look up to him, “W-We can’t.” I stammer closing my eyes and stepping back hitting the door frame. He wastes no time cornering me, “What’s so wrong about this?” His hand actresses my cheek, I unconsciously lean into his touch.

“Just let me take care of you.”

“Please-“ I whisper.

Our faces barely centimeters apart, I meet his eyes. He holds my gaze before I give a slight nod, a sinister smirk that reaches his eyes stretches across his face.

He pulls me towards him, a hand in my hair, a hand on my hip, he licks over my bottom lip asking for entrance. I open my mouth willingly, letting out a moan at the contact of our tongues. He pulls me off the door frame and leads me to his bed.

He gently lays me down still gripping the back of my neck, hovering above my body, never breaking the kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He breathes pulling from my lips.

The look in his eyes was more than lust, there was hunger, fire, it was then I realized I was in for something of an out of body experience.

“Undress.” He growls before standing to watch me.

I remove everything but my panties, suddenly getting shy under his stare. The heat rising tot my cheeks tinting them a deep crimson.

He tsks simultaneously removing his trousers, “Now’s not the time to get shy Dove,” He hovers over me again bringing a thumb under the waist of my panties, “Thought you were gonna let me take care of ya?” He feigns hurt.

“I-I am I just—“

He rips them off with a single pull, gripping my neck and coming close, “Then why don’t you listen to me? You wanna be a good girl right?”

A whine leaves my lips, I’ve never experienced something this hot before. I could feel my cunt pulsing for him already.

“Y-Yes, sir.” I whimper.

“Oh? Sir? Such a naughty girl,” He leans back slightly staring me over, he leans back down, “Whoever taught you—“ He sucks a bruise on my neck as his free hand trails down to my aching core, rubbing light circles on my clit, my eyes roll back.

“Couldn’t prepare you for what I’m gonna do to that pretty little pussy.” His two middle fingers prod at my hole before he sinks them to the knuckle, hooking them upwards slowly.

“Oh Gods— Reg-“ I choke out biting my lip to stifle my pleasure.

“D’you like that? Hm?” He continues his assault faster moving away from my ear before bringing his mouth to my swollen clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then rolling it over my sensitive bud.

“Fuck, I-“ A deep whine leaves my throat, “Feels so good, sir. F-Feels so good.” I breathe.

I could feel my walls tighten around his digits, my climax so close I could taste it, thighs shaking. Just as I was about to see stars he pulls away completely, a breathless whine emits from me. He stands up removing his boxers and settling back down between my legs.

“I was about to cum.” I sit up on my elbows pouting.

“And I don’t give a fuck darling,” He pushes me back down by my neck, “You’ll cum when I want you to.” He sits above me on his elbows, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” I whisper taking in the dark look in his eyes, he takes the slick from my throbbing folds and runs it along his length.

Holy shit.

My eyes widen at the size of him, “See something you like?” He grins cheekily while lining himself up with my entrance. He rubs the head against me a couple times before sticking the tip in.

The stretch making me wince slightly, he slowly sheathes himself to the hilt, my mouth agape with no sound able to leave.

“Shh, I’ve got you. You can take it,” He caresses my head leaning his forehead on mine once again, “Being such a good girl f’me.” He groans as he pulls back only to slam into my stretched out folds.

“It’s,” I start as pulls back, “Too,” He slams back into me, “M-Much.” I whimper running my nails along his back, his grunts turn to moans along with my whimpers turning to pleasurable moans.

“I can stop.” He halts his movements. I buck my hips with a whine into his in an attempt to get some movement, he lets out a chuckle before he picks up his speed.

“Shut the fuck up and take it then,” He hums in a low growl, “Fuck you’re so tight. S’fucking tight.” He moans lifting my knees to my chest.

I nearly scream at the position, his cock hitting just where I need him with every thrust, the warm and tingly feeling building up in my stomach. My walls tighten around his length like a chokehold.

“Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl, yeah?” He places open mouth kisses down my neck, I can only moan in response, releasing his back and rolling my eyes back, “Go on then, be a good girl. Cum for me.”

One. Two. Three more thrust and I spasm on top of his overly wet cock, his name repeated from my mouth like a prayer, I grip onto his wrists for leverage to ride out my orgasm.

“F-fuck, Merlin you look so beautiful,” He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier, “Such a good girl for me.” He whines before his hips stutter. The feeling of him painting my walls white was like no other. The first time, hopefully not the last he would fill me up like this.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck-“ He thrusts once more spilling the last of his seed inside me before collapsing on top of me.

We lay there catching our breaths before he carefully pulls out, planting a kiss on my collar and making his way to the bathroom before coming out with a warm towel.

He carefully wipes between my legs and I wince with a whine, “I know Dove, m’sorry, gotta get you clean.” He coos. He sets the towel in the hamper before crawling back in bed behind me, turning me to face him and pulling my body flush to his.

His arm around my waist, my face in his neck, his free hand twirling a piece of my hair. The dull effect of the joint lulls me into a doze.

“Gonna take care of you, forever and always, okay?” Regulus places a kiss on my temple, to my forehead, and lands on my lips.

This was my bliss.