Info - new hairstyle, online hate, comfort, oral (male receiving), (skull fucking, using hair to aid in blow job, sloppy toppy
“Ahughhh,” Timothée let out a loud and dramatic sigh. I smirked and placed my bookmark on my page. It was still a shock to look at him. I was used to the mop of chocolate brown curls.
“Yes babe?” I asked, knowing the noise meant he needed attention.
“They’re being mean,” he whined, crawling towards me. I placed my hand on the top of his head. It was still a surprise to feel the stubble there instead of soft curls.
“Who?” I crooned.
“The internet, they’re saying I’m ugly and I’ll never recover from this and-“
“Mm, no, shhhh,” I stopped him, pressing a finger to his lips. “You’re the hottest man alive. They have no legs to stand on. They’re just jealous you can pull it off.”
“You think?” He asked with big wet eyes. Sometimes my baby boy needed a bit of praise and coddling and I was more than happy to oblige.
“I know it. You always look amazing. You are ethereal Timothée Chalamet and don’t you forget it,” I said, booping his nose. He beamed quickly.
“You know only one of those comments really bothered me,” he muttered.
“What did it say?” I asked curiously.
“That our sex life would be over after you saw me,” he said nervously. “Because I’m so ugly .”
“Oh baby,” I crooned and and pulled him to me. I kissed him deep and long. His mouth moved on mine and I felt a thrill when he yanked me closer. He was needy, and being the object of his desire was my weakness.
“Let me show you just how sexy you are,” I gasped, as we separated. He had barely agreed before I was unbuttoning his pants.
I slipped him out of his boxers and spat on his cock. I began to pump him up and down, working him to a hardness. I bent down now and covered him with my mouth. My tongue teased his frenulum. I stroked the bottom of his dick while I worked on his head.
“Ffffff,” he expelled. He adored getting head. I liked how it didn’t take him long to become a complete mess.
“Thank you baby, oh thank you!” He moaned.
I dribbled saliva down his throbbing shaft. The veins pulsated as he became more bulbous and red. I wanted the blow job to be sloppy and wet. I wanted him to know well and good how sexy he was.
“Mmmmm, I love you,” he swooned as his large hands began to pat my head delicately.
Finally, I took him down to the balls. My nose touched his tummy, the fuzz of his happy trail tickling me. My chin moved on his contacting balls as I wetted the base.
“I’m so far down your throat babe,” he gasped. I noticed a twitch in his hips. He was holding himself back from thrusting.
“Mmmggmm,” I responded.
“Come on baby, more, more,” he begged.
I began to suckle wildly. I was up and down, slurping and gurgling and gagging on his cock. His sighed and light whimpers made me go even more intensely. The whole event was sopping wet and delicious.
“Baaaabbbbby,” he groaned. He was making pathetic noises but snapping his hips so that I choked on his length. He pounded my gag reflex.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunted. He was no longer to keep back. He was too obsessed with my mouth. His fingers wrapped tightly in my hair. He began to pump my warm wet opening up and down on his dick.
The glucks echoed through the room as did French swears. He yanked me up and down. My eyes were filled to the brim with tears but I loved it. His thighs were shaking, and saliva string attatched my chin to his ballsack.
“Ffff, ffffuck!” He nearly roared the words. I loved how he went from pliant and needy to overwhelming me with his cock and forcing it down my throat.
“M’gonna cum,” he cried as he writhed with uncontrollable lust. His nails dug into my scalp. He was having and choking me. My hair was wrapped around his wrist, pushing me all the way down, pulling me all the way up. It burned but I loved being under his control. I couldn’t wait for the stream of hot semen to flow into my mouth.
“Love you, I love you, I love when you take my cock and swallow my seed,” he grunted. The Schlick of wet mouth and leaking cock made the most beautiful noises.
“Gonna cum baby, M’gonna have that throat!”
He cried out as ropes of cum began to fill my mouth. I did my very best to get it all down. I didn’t want a drop to go to waste. I lapped up any that slid down his shaft.
“Thank you, thank you,” he breathed as I suctioned off his cock.
“They have one good point though,” I beamed, blinking away tears and gently pulling his hand out of strands.
“Yeah?” He asked lazily, nearly boneless from his orgasm.
-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.
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.
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.
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.”
warning(s): implied/mentions of sex, aftercare, smugness, privacy invasion
summary: after a crazy night, you're caught stumbling and walking funny out of timmy's apartment and everyone especially he is amused at your antics
word count: 700 words
notes: wanted to try something new, formatting/with smaller font and a shorter drabble!! hope y'all like it- helped me get out of my writing rut slightly
“Where are you going, babe?”
Stumbling on your shaky feet from your previous night, the funny, awkward way you were walking around your shared apartment with unruly hair that refused to be tamed, and makeup that’s smudged so bad it’s still visible on your skin.
“I’m meeting with a casting director who wants me to be in one of his films. I have to go really soon, I don’t want to be late. Sorry I have to go, wish I could stay longer.”
Timothee sits up shirtless from your bed, blanket tugged up to his waist as he smirks amusedly at your still wrecked state.
“You’re walking funny today.” He crosses his arms and proudly admires your still shaking form, earning a playful eye roll from you.
“I wonder who made me like this, hmm?” You retort, picking up your discarded shirt thrown carelessly to the floor last night and new underwear hidden in your drawers.
Jumping into your jeans and quickly buttoning it up before you rush by the mirror close to the door, brushing away the loose strands of hair all over your face.
“I gave you a bath and a long massage last night, mon amour. Was that not enough?” Timmy teases as he languidly admires you from the distance, curls flopping in every direction in a way that tinges a heartstring inside you.
But cute was not the word to define him yesterday, or up to the late morning that nearly caused you to run late.
"Apparently not. If you didn't fuck me so good and your cock wasn't so big, maybe."
"And you know you love it." He replies in a sing songy voice.
"One of the million things I love about you, yes. Not the only, don't forget that!"
"Never will, Mon amour. never will."
Bag slung over your shoulder as you hastily put on your sneakers, you attempt to smoothen out the wrinkles of your top before you say your goodbyes.
“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” He pouts at you almost childishly, arms open in anticipation for your embrace.
Chuckling as you’re unable to resist him, you saunter over with a quick embrace and peck gentle kisses down his forehead and nose before a quick, passionate kiss on his lips.
“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“Hmm, dinner plans?”
“Yes, sir. Your pick of the resto tonight to make it up to you.”
“Call me that again and we'll have a part two to yesterday.”
As you make your way out the building, limping and rushing over to the car provided by your management, you spot your driver’s car as you wave over, opening the door and buckling yourself up immediately.
Even before you can say anything- “Ew, is that a hickey on your neck? God he went at you like a vulture. That’s gonna be hell to remove with a shitton of concealer.” Your makeup artist Vera jokingly scolds you, eyes bulging at the spanse of purple and blue down your neck and spilling over to around your collarbone and torso.
Shaking your head in embarrassment and slight pride with rosy cheeks, you drive off with your day to your series of meetings and appointments for the rest of the day.
What you did not expect was the rare time you checked your social media, you were trending over viral photos of you hastily dressed after an evident night of a passionate, salacious rendezvous with hair out of place, clothing full of wrinkles and tucked in the wrong places, and the way you were walking in an unusual way gathering enough submission.
Shaking your head, your phone pings and you get a notification from Timmy. A smug and satisfied emoji, alongside his message of “had a good night ;)” You could see him winking and pleased with himself over his sexual prowess and how he basically rearranged your guts real good and the whole world can see it.
“Oh she got that good good last night”
“I just know he’s big - WHAT who said that”
"That dick changed lives clearly"
You spent your breaks laughing at the creative comments social media would spit out after your recent ‘scandal’ of sorts, but your ego was sky high knowing that everyone else can only dream of being impaled, split in half on his god-like, enormous cock that it got you walking funny.
Laugh all they want, but it’s you he comes home to. It's you he spoils and worships on his cock, raw and harsh or passionate, delicate love making.
