#elio perlman x reader

[miyagic]

What he needs

Elio Perlman x m!reader

SUMMARY: What Elio never received, but always wanted and needed in his 17 years of life, you give him in a single day.

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w/c: 1.5k

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

a/n: You are a man, 1/2 years older than Elio, for me Elio only likes older men 💋. When I say I love Elio, it's because I LOVE Elio, I wanted to kick Oliver's ass and give my baby A LOT of love, as he deserves (I'm part of the Oliver hate club).

a/n: I watched the movie and read the book but Elio's personality feels so real and complex to me that I can't even make him as much accurate as I would like, sorry. I love him so much that I could die.

AFTER going to the town, Elio returns to his house at dusk. His father, Samuel Perlman, went on another one of his study tours, he would probably return in another two days, Samuel took advantage of the fact that it was close to his and Anella's birthday, so they both went out together.

Elio didn't really mind being alone at home, especially because he told his parents they could go without him, not that he didn't like his parents, but it's good to have some air sometimes.

And by air, Elio means you.

You are like a breath of air, a release, cold water on a hot day, soft classical music on a stressful day, a kiss on the eyelids when you're crying, a breath of wind while the water laps at your feet at night. For Elio, you are like going to the beach, but at night, where it is empty and calm, only the sound of the waves can be heard, while you feel the gentle wind and watch the moon and stars.

But unfortunately you are a man, and so is he. Elio doesn't really care about that, but the society does.

However, he doesn't want to let you go, it may seem selfish, but maybe he really is. He wants you all to himself, he wants to be yours, just yours, desperately.

So, honestly? Elio was just happy that his parents were out.

———☆———

AT THE BEGINNING of Anella and Samuel's first day in Berlin, Elio came to your house.

"[Name]?" he knocks on the door, to which he waited nervously. Not a minute later, you open the door, Elio suddenly wants to leave, but at the same time, he desperately wants to grab you and kiss you, explore your body in every way possible and be loved afterwards.

"Hey, El. How are you?" you smile at him and Elio wants to kiss that smile, but also leave that smile on your face forever.

"Hm..." he hesitates, feeling spontaneous regret and shyness, he felt stupid, "I wanted to invite you to go to my spot, with me" he knows his brain struggled to add an 'it's okay if you don't want to', but it wasn't okay, he desperately wanted some of your air, some of your love. He needed.

Or maybe he's convincing himself again that he needed something he just wanted, but if is not now, when?

But you like him too, don't you? Then you wouldn't mind, right?

Oh no, you don't mind.

———☆———

ELIO AND YOU stopped halfway, at a bookstore. Elio wanted to get some books to read there with you, and you being the sweet man that you are (and because you love Elio), you bought Elio a book, also buying one for yourself, "Find Me" by Andre Aciman.

After leaving the bookstore, you and Elio headed to his spot and within a few minutes, you both left your bikes on the grass. Elio hurriedly took off his all stars and placed his backpack on the floor.

You laughed when he almost fell because of his all star, Elio laughed along when he heard your laugh, but soon took your hand and guided you to the water after you took off your own shoes.

He entered naturally, being completely used to the cold waters of that place, he walked until the water reached below his knees and shorts.

You, not so used to the cold water there, stood on the edge just looking at him. Elio stopped in the middle of the water, looking at you and stretching both arms towards you. Accepting the invitation, you walked over to him, stopping in front of Elio.

Elio maintained eye contact with you, trying in some way to make you understand everything that was going on in his head. When he was satisfied, Elio just leaned in, resting his head on your chest as he closed his arms around you.

You hugged him back and Elio swore he could fall to his knees just from a simple hug.

What a needy boy, hm?

———☆———

IN THE AFTERNOON in that same day, you and Elio lay down on the grass, both wet after a small water fight.

Elio poked your arm and stood up, going to his backpack, he took out the book you bought for him and yourself. He handed you the book and lay down next to you again, but now glued to you, wanting any kind of touch, even if it was just the sides of your bodies touching.

Elio opened his own book, starting to read, while you did the same thing.

After a few minutes of reading, you took one of your hands out of the book and grabbed Elio's hand, taking it out of his book as well, now both of you grabbing the books with just one hand.

Elio squeezed your hand, sighing. You accidentally touched a ticklish spot on Elio when you moved your hands, and that made you put down the book and smile.

"Tickling, Elio?" you smiled wider when he looked at you. You propped yourself up on one of your elbows, letting go of his hand.

He just looked at you, seeming to travel just by looking into your eyes. Then, you started tickling him.

Elio burst into laughter, dropping the book and squirming, he shouted "stop" amidst his laughter. Elio squirmed a lot, more than normal for someone who is just being tickled, and in the middle of this struggle, Elio ended up on top of you, and you stopped your tickling.

It was pretty obvious he had this in mind as he began to squirm and move more. He lay completely on top of you, his weight fell all over you, but he wasn't very heavy.

Elio sighed and relaxed completely, leaving his cheek resting on your chest. You then picked up your book again, reading with him relaxed against you.

Elio felt so complete, but so scared. He felt so good, but bad. It seems wrong, but it felt so right.

However, he shut his brain and felt like everything fell into place now, everything felt right, everything felt complete, he felt good. There was no longer any doubt, he wanted to stay there, just there. With you and only you, and if that were selfishness, he would be selfish with all pleasure. And in the end, his brain agreed too.

Completely at peace, he fell asleep. Oh god, he's so happy now.

———☆———

WHEN Elio woke up, it was already dusk. You left him where he was, however, you turned them sideways.

Elio noticed that you were no longer reading, and when he turned around, spooning, he saw that you were completing some random games in magazines.

“El, you have to go home” you dropped the magazine and Elio leaned his head back, hitting it against your chest, grumbling.

"Why?" he groaned.

“Because it’s almost night” you kissed his forehead and stood up, Elio grabbed you but you just pulled him up with that.

He got up, but threw himself at you, which made you grab his entire body in a hug around the waist.

Elio stayed like that for a few more minutes before accepting and walking towards the bikes. He put on your shoes with you and when he was about to put his backpack on his back, you took it off him and carried it while you sat on the bike.

———☆———

WHEN you arrived at his house, it was already night.

You left your bikes leaning against the wall and entered together. Elio held your hand and led you to his room. You left his backpack on a chair after closing the door and walked over to him.

"...Do you really have to go?" Elio held eye contact again.

"Yes, El, your parents may not be here, but Mafalda is" you ran a hand through his hair and Elio leaned into your touch.

He swallowed and sighed, muttering an "Okay." You ran your hand over his cheek, stroking it lightly and turned to leave, before Elio stood in front of you and hugged you tightly by the neck.

You hugged him back and he almost tried to climb onto you. You tightened the hug and pulled away a little to look at him, but Elio leaned forward again, but now kissing you.

Elio's kiss was almost desperate, but full of affection. After you kissed back, his kiss calmed down. Elio ran his hands over the back of your neck, playing with your hair.

"Elio, I really have to leave" you broke the kiss, touching your forehead to his, "How about we go to the square tomorrow?" Elio instantly cheered up at your words.

"Yes, please," he almost whispered. You rub his back before breaking the hug, leaving only one of your hands clasped with one of his.

You hesitantly let go of each other and then you kissed his cheek with a smack and left his room.

Only after you left did Elio remember that you hadn't agreed on a time. Well, it looks like you're going to have a visitor early in the morning.

[mischiefinbloom]

୧ ‧₊˚ the language of summer

₊⊹ summary: after years apart, the reader returns to the villa, where memories and emotions intertwine. in the presence of elio, the air thickens with unspoken words and lingering glances. as they navigate the delicate dance of reconnection, every shared moment becomes a step toward rediscovering a bond that time had only deepened.

₊⊹ pairing: elio perlman x reader (no use of y/n)

₊⊹ warnings: none! maybe bad writing... sorry...

₊⊹ author's note: this was requested by someone, but I accidentally lost the request. I’m really sorry! :(

the villa stood at the edge of the world, nestled among the hills where the sun lingered a little longer, painting the landscape in shades of gold. it was a place that felt out of time, a retreat where days unraveled slowly, where the air seemed to hum with the weight of memories. you had come here, seeking solace from the pressures of life, yearning for the quietude that this place promised. yet, it was hard to ignore the quiet unrest stirring within you, an undercurrent that had been with you since you first learned that elio would be here.

the news, shared by beatrice in her usual casual manner, had come as a surprise. elio. you hadn't seen him in years. not since that summer that was now little more than a distant blur of moments—half-remembered touches, stolen glances, the sharp, fleeting intensity of youth. yet, somehow, hearing his name again felt like stirring something you hadn’t fully understood. your pulse quickened, and there was a knot in your chest that you hadn’t anticipated. still, you didn’t let it show. you couldn’t.

beatrice greeted you warmly when you arrived, her embrace familiar and comforting. her smile had that same warmth that always made you feel at ease, as if nothing had changed. but there was something different in her eyes, a quiet knowing that you couldn’t quite place. she spoke of the past, of summers spent in this very place, but also of the present—of elio’s return. as her words floated in the air, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this summer, too, would be different, though you had no way of knowing how.

as the evening stretched into twilight, the villa came alive with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself sitting at the long wooden table outside, the soft murmur of conversation rising and falling around you. the air smelled of fresh bread and herbs, and the distant chirping of cicadas added a certain melancholy to the moment. yet, amidst the simplicity of the evening, your thoughts were preoccupied with one thing: elio.

when he finally appeared, it was as though the world shifted just slightly on its axis. you knew he was coming, of course, but seeing him again—after so many years—felt like an unexpected revelation. the lines of his face had changed, though subtly, his youth softened into something quieter, more restrained. his hair still fell in dark, unruly waves, and his eyes—those eyes—still held the same sharpness, the same depth. but there was something more in them now, something unspoken.

he met your gaze across the table, and for a moment, everything else faded. it was as if time itself held its breath. elio’s smile was slight, but it reached his eyes in a way that felt like recognition, though neither of you had spoken a word yet.

"hello," he said, his voice a quiet warmth that felt familiar and distant all at once.

"hi," you replied, your voice faltering slightly more than you'd intended.

there was a brief silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was more like a question hanging between you two, something you both sensed but hadn’t yet articulated. you found yourself wondering if he felt it too—the way the past lingered between you, the quiet pull that had always been there, unspoken and unresolved.

beatrice, ever the matchmaker in her own way, made a casual comment about elio’s return, and soon enough, you found yourself sitting beside him. the evening unfolded around you, and while you spoke with the others, your attention kept returning to elio. there was an intimacy to the way he listened, the way his gaze would occasionally flicker toward you, as if he were silently observing, waiting for something. you couldn’t quite name the feeling that stirred within you, but it was there, lingering in the background, growing with each passing moment.

the days that followed were less defined by any particular event and more by the subtle shifts that took place between you and elio. he would appear at the oddest moments—alongside you in the garden, casually leaning against the stone walls of the villa, or walking beside you on the narrow paths through the vineyard, his presence an almost tangible thing.

one afternoon, you found yourself wandering the olive groves, your thoughts far away. the light was soft, filtering through the thick branches, and the world seemed to hold its breath in the stillness of the afternoon. you paused, running your fingers over the rough bark of a nearby tree, when you heard elio’s voice behind you.

"you ever feel like you’re not really anywhere, like you’re just waiting for something to happen?" he asked, his tone light, though there was an undercurrent of something deeper.

you turned to face him, meeting his gaze. there was a vulnerability in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, something raw and unguarded.

"I’ve always felt like that," you admitted, your voice softer than you intended. "like there’s always something just beyond reach. and I keep waiting for it to come to me."

he studied you for a moment, and you could feel his words hanging in the air between you, unspoken but understood.

"I think," he began, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again, "I think I’ve always been waiting for something, too. I just didn’t know what it was."

the silence that followed was not awkward, but filled with a quiet understanding. it was as if, in that moment, you both realized you had been circling around the same feeling for years, though neither of you had ever found the courage to voice it.

later that evening, you found yourself once again seated with luca, your best friend over the years, who had a mischievous grin on his face as he observed you from across the table. his laughter was infectious, and though you had become accustomed to his teasing over the years, this time, there was something different in his eyes. he had always had a way of cutting through the tension between you and elio, whether intentionally or not.

“so,” luca began, casually leaning back in his chair, “how are things with you and elio?”

you glanced at him, surprised by the directness of the question. you hadn’t expected luca to address it so openly.

"what do you mean?" you replied, trying to keep your voice neutral.

luca raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “oh, come on. you two have been inseparable. spending all that time together, wandering the vineyards, talking about... who knows what.” he gave a playful wink. “it’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

you felt your cheeks flush, and you quickly looked away, feeling both defensive and strangely exposed. “there’s nothing going on,” you insisted, though you weren’t entirely sure you believed your own words.

luca chuckled, clearly not buying it. “sure, sure. if you say so. but just so you know, I've got front-row seats to this little drama of yours.”

“drama?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah,” he said, his grin turning sly. “you know. the one where you two pretend you don’t like each other, but we all know it’s only a matter of time.”

you laughed, trying to dismiss the thought, but part of you couldn’t ignore the way your heart raced at luca’s words. it wasn’t the first time someone had mentioned the chemistry between you and elio, but something about hearing it from luca—who had known you both for so long—struck a chord.

the evenings became more like small islands of time, moments you cherished in their simplicity. elio seemed to gravitate toward you in the most unexpected of ways. there was no hurry between you, no rush to define what was happening. but the air between you was thick with the weight of unspoken words, a quiet tension that neither of you could ignore.

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself once again alone on the terrace. the villa was quiet, save for the distant rustle of leaves in the wind. the night was cool, and you held a glass of wine loosely in your hand, the faint taste of it lingering on your tongue. you had been lost in thought when you heard elio’s footsteps behind you.

“can we talk?” he asked, his voice hesitant, though his presence was steady.

you turned to face him, surprised by the weight of the moment. elio rarely asked for conversations, and when he did, it was as if every word mattered. he stepped closer, standing just within reach, his gaze intense.

“I... I think I've known for a while,” he began, his voice soft, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. “I think I've known what this is. what I feel when I’m around you. but I never knew how to say it.”

you felt your pulse quicken as you took a step toward him, the distance between you almost nonexistent now. you could feel the heat from his body, the rhythm of his breath, matching your own.

“I’m not sure I know how to say it either,” you whispered, your voice catching in your throat. “but I feel it, too.”

and then, there was no more need for words. his lips met yours softly, tentatively, as if testing the waters of this new reality between you. the kiss deepened slowly, like a slow burn, until it felt like the world had shifted in that single, quiet moment. there was no rush, no need to speak; the silence between you was enough.

when you pulled away, breathless, elio rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. “I’ve always known,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “I just never had the courage to admit it.”

and for the first time in years, everything felt perfectly in place.

author's note: i hate this, it's so bad. i'm sorry.

[loverangels]

ELIO PERLMAN

(no work yet)

[1donteatpancakes]

Hey , working on a couple different projects for you guys !! Reminder tht requests are open !!

[ginnysgraffiti]

Hiii. I wanna say I love your works for all of Timmy’s characters. Ive gotten back into my timothee obsession and after reading your fic on what each character tastes like i was thinking maybe what sex is like with each of his characters? Feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it just thought I’d shoot my shot!❤️

so touched to see that someone appreciates my stories TT

i really tried my best with this, i hope i didn't leave any grammar mistakes here and there, enjoy! <3

&. LEE

for a while, lee refused to have sex. he was terrified of hurting you.

however, when you reassured him and told him it was completely okay, he let himself lose it completely and follow his instincts.

that's why sex with lee is rough, primal and wet, and you never actually doubted that.

nights passed in his pick-up, in motels where he would let you stay just to have more comfort and mainly a proper bed, at his aunt's house, anything.

sex with lee would be amazing everywhere, and not a time where he would refuse to dirty talk to you in the meanwhile.

he can fuck. over and over. he's like a rabbit. talking about him slowing down or stopping by himself, the thought wouldn't even cross his mind if your voice doesn't beg for it. he's fast. that's it. he's so damn fast, rough and shameless. he isn't used to matching his pace with his partner's or even taking their time with them, so it would take him some time to get used to your preferences or just maintain control.

lee would be sooooo loud. he would whine and grunt and beg. he also loves when you suck his fingers.

he even ties you up and blindfolds you while playing with your clit, thrilling the fact that you're oblivious about his next move.

the first time would probably be in some natural reserves, where he likes to spend most of his nights. he would fuck you hard on the back of his pickup, so the bright and shining stars could be the only witnesses. he would then take you inside, place you on the front seat and cuddle you to sleep on his lap.

he would start with needy and hungry kisses. everywhere. his tattooed hands would overstimulate you well to hear your moans even before starting. it would be the best adventure ever. he would try anything, all in. he would make sure to use his bony finger as best as he can, he would spread your legs like no one else and start with the damage. the real damage. because once he has the green light (and he always wants your permission) he won't stop. he will destroy you in any way possible. then, he would gradually slow down, return to use his fingers and feel you closer and closer.

he would watch hypnotized as milky fluid, both his cum and yours, leaks from inside of you. he would worship you as his most precious treasure.

&. HAL

do we seriously need to read how it would be to have sex with hal to imagine it?

there's not even the need to say anything, he's already on top of you.

hal is absolutely vocal, desperate groans, loud curses that never leave his mouth.

his mouth is always, always wide open as his pupils roll back.

dom for sure, he's too prideful to be below you, but if you beg enough, maybe he'll let you inside him. he's into fucking you when you're on all fours on the bed, maybe it's a king-thing, but you love it.

he never actually stops when you beg him to, but he absolutely cares about your body after the act.

you're his queen, but when hal is needy you can happily forget about your queen duties. his words, not yours.

he's also into pet play, you're his mutt and he makes it known.

he often enjoys to make you scream his name, moan louder and louder to make sure the messengers, maids or court servants hear you through the door.

making them hear the bed cracking, the slaps he keeps giving you to see your tears softly running down your pale cheeks, the way you lose your breath as he pulls your hair to almost make you swallow his cock.

he's violent, let's say, but he can actually care. really care.

he always adds "my" in front of pet names. my whore, my queen, my sweetheart, my love, my angel.

his kinks include cock worship, absolutely, breeding (we don't need to mention it), power imbalance, exhibition, humiliation (giving, of course), sadism (uhm...).

you never actually discovered how far his sadism can really go, and that scares you a little bit, hearing the servants' opinions or stories about it.

you know he's capable of anything, anything.

however, he makes sure, every single night, to massage you properly during the aftermath, kissing softly every inch of your inner tights while his finger tips play with your nipples.

&. LAURIE

laurie is a softie big cuddly boyyyy.

he waited so long for you to tell him you loved him before he made any sexual advances. he wanted it to be purely making love; not having sex.

he always will treat you first, you're his everything.

he would always clean you first, massage you first, check you out before even looking at himself.

not the most vocal, but definitely not silent. laurie prefers to let out soft moans and quiet praises rather than being vocal and over the top.

he would treat you more like a best friend in public, gently stealing you cheek kisses or holding your fingers under the table. he would eventually tease your inner thighs when -absolutely rarely- he would feel like doing it.

he's a sweet boy, the most intense he gets is probably the occasional slap on the ass when you look or sound too good.

laurie loves your lipsticks. he knows every single one you own and how every single one tastes. when they have a more visible colour and you leave kiss marks on his neck, he would surely refuse to remove them. also, he's into asking you to leave kisses on his shirts.

he's a romantic boy, come on.

during sex, he would always hold your hands. always, never letting go, holding onto you as if you were his only lifeline.

&. ELIO

elio is just like lee, absolutely vocal and completely down for you being on top.

he just lives for that shit, being submissive and guiding your hips as you take complete control.

sex with him would be difficult, because mafalda would always check the sheets and or his night underwear, and you know that elio needs to be careful. however, he's absolutely good and skilled at letting you enter his room late at night.

at the same time, during sex, he would worry often about noises and bed cracks.

in fact, he's totally whiney and whimpery, you have to kiss him to swallow his drawn out moans and don't let him lose control.

as written before, elio is obsessed with just going dumb, he wants you to control him, make decisions for him and use him whenever you want. he's definitely into being your pet, just being a complete boy toy for your use.

you don't always understand the difference whenever he wants you to take the lead or brutally use him, but again, it's clear that he wishes for both.

he loves receiving head, and thinks you're magic the way you work his length when he literally begs for it.

would cry often during sex just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, always begging you to hold him through the tears.

he's absolutely insecure and would overthink the aftermath for entire weeks, shyly asking you if you enjoyed it, or if he had hurt you or if you still love him. his head goes completely dumb at your every touch, but he constantly needs you to confirm that that's what you want as well.

after the first night, he would suffer every instant he doesn't get to enjoy with you, so he would furtively touch himself or steal your swimming costume.

&. PAUL

deep down, paul is a lover boy.

he had been having visions about you for ages and he would just wait for you to get pregnant in his visions and wish for it to happen as soon as possible.

at the same time, paul isn't a very sexual person, but he enjoys pleasing you whenever you ask him.

during sex, he would always go slow and hold you the whole way through, being as gentle as he can be even when you ask him to move faster. he would eventually lose it as soon as you arch your back, moaning at the friction between your hips.

he often has fantasies about using the voice on you, but he would be way too nervous to tell you about it. in his head, using the voice over you is absolutely arousing.

you soon discovered paul had many kinks, for example calling you mommy (even lee would do that, of course.)

you absolutely adore when he moans, because you can always find a little hint of shame and insecurity, but as soon as you take the lead just to reassure him, his guttural sounds make his whole body throb on top of you.

he would be absolutely careful and use protections, always, except when his visions are too frequent and he would literally kill to get you pregnant, turn you into a mommy and have babies.

you surprisingly discovered that he is down for your cuts or wounds. he often offers to train with you, even if he knows you're so much more experienced than him, but he would just love to lick your fresh blood or your healing wound to feel his tongue fizz.

paul is obsessed when you pull your hair, begging you to make you cum with absolutely no shame.

&. WILLY

sex with willy can be a literal rollercoaster.

he can become extremely needy during sex, and with needy...i mean needy. almost in a very childish way, if we consider that he's impressively incompetent and inexperienced in that field.

once he's inside you, he is shy about it, asking if it's okay if he kisses you deeper or grabs your waist or simple gestures. he always needs to have your permission.

he slowly gains confidence the longer you two are together and the more you are imitate. he would pull you away and just whisper how much he wants you. sometimes, even dirty things, but you never understood if he had a special chocolate to let him gather enough confidence for that.

he can be extremely perv and dirty minded, but he'll never admit it.

he's obsessed with leaving hickeys on you.

he would occasionally start meowing and doing his :] face when you mess with his curls.

if you pull his air while you're on top, taking his cock the best way you can, there will be no return, seriously. he would fuck you all night, and i'm not joking.

willy's got stamina, he really does.

loves to be submissive, there's no need to say it.

just like elio, he would be deadly aroused when you use him like a pet, sometimes he would beg for you to blindfold him or tie his wrists.

in these cases, his wet tongue would do all the work.

loves to smell the sheets after you two had done it, he just loves that smell.

his moans are the sexiest thing ever, but he's more frequent to make small sounds and groans.

when he's on top, willy would use sweet nicknames, tongue twisters or rhymes to sweeten you even more.

if your body hurts he would massage it carefully and give you a special chocolate treat to regain energy.

right after sex, he would be scared to death that you could get pregnant. have mercy, he just doesn't know how it works.

willy is the fastest learner, though.

given that he doesn't know how to start, he willingly accepts all your advice, and knows how to follow them to the letter.

once you give even the smallest instruction, he would just be more and more needy.

[iluvxsm]

how did she not pounce on him

[cannibalizedlove]

Timothée Chalamet (characters) x Male reader headcannons

Information and warnings — smutty and fluffy head cannons, head cannons for my favorite timmy characters, kink head cannons, all male x male ideas.

Hal, The King.

- Obsessed with showing you off, you’re his consort, and he makes it known.

- Absolutely possessive and will have anyone who looks at you for too long be beheaded.

- Loves spoiling you, you live in absolute luxury.

- Takes you horse back riding all the time, it’s his favorite activity to do with you.

- Trains you in combat even though he knows you’ll never need it, he’ll always protect you.

- Degrader to the max, he loves letting you know you’re below him.

- Loves when you worship him, definitely more of a receiver than giver.

- Completely vocal, a slew of groans, curses and degrading remarks never stop leaving his mouth.

- Dom for sure, he’s too prideful to be below you, but if you beg enough, maybe he’ll let you inside him.

- Definitely into pet play, you’re his mutt and he makes it known.

- Always adding “my” infront of pet names, degrading or not. Ex: My sweetheart, my pathetic boy, my whore.

- Kinks including; cock worship, breeding, power imbalance, exhibition, humiliation (giving), sadism, impact play, pet play.

Laurie, Little Women.

- He’s always writing you love letters.

- The biggest sweetheart and an even bigger flirt.

- Takes you to see all the newest films, and pays more attention to your reactions than the film itself.

- Your relationship is hidden, due to the time period.

- He treats you like a bestfriend in public, simply for the safety of the both of you, but loves you like a dog behind closed doors.

- Laurie waited until you told him you loved him before he made any sexual advances, he wanted it to be purely making love; not having sex.

- He always will treat you first, you’re his everything, of course he’ll get you off before himself.

- Not the most vocal, but definitely not silent.

- He prefers to let out soft moans and quiet praises rather than being vocal and over the top.

- Obsessed with sucking you off, and more so the faces and noises you make during it.

- He’s a sweet boy, the most intense he gets is probably the occasional slap on the ass when you look too good.

- Kinks include: praise and breeding, otherwise he’s mostly vanilla.

Lee, Bones and All.

- Absolute lover boy, attached to your hip.

- He’s a complete house husband, always cooking you something when you get home.

- If you’re also an eater, he’ll always make sure they’re not a threat anymore before even letting you see the body.

- If you’re not an eater, he’ll make sure to only feed off of people who are a safe option, he never wants you to have to see him hurt.

- He’s always singing country tunes to you in the pick up, and holding your hand as he drives.

- If you’re ever called any slur while you’re out with him, he’ll tell you to run along before feasting on them.

- Lee’s a big crier, anytime you hug him and tell him you love him, the waterworks come out.

- He’s out and proud, he doesn’t care about any homophobia and constantly talks about his boyfriend.

- For a long time he refused to have any kinky sex, he was terrified of hurting you and never wanted to talk down on you; you’re perfect to him and he never wanted you to think any less.

- When you told him that it was okay, and you wanted him to be more aggressive in the bedroom — he gave you that exactly.

- He’s obsessed with making you suck on his fingers, and loves staring down at you while you do.

- Loves giving you handjobs and watching you squirm.

- Lee fucks like a rabbit, fast and hard, and for hours.

- Ties you up and blindfolds you while playing with your cock.

- He was surprised he enjoyed being topped, but still gives you directions while you’re inside of him, top or bottom; he’s definitely the dom.

- Kinks include: Bondage, sensory deprivation, daddy kink (both ways), exhibition, gagging, praise and degration.

Elio, Call Me by Your Name.

- Always taking you to parties, showing you off to everyone.

- Loves dancing with you, and pushes you out on the dance floor before you can say no.

- Annotates books and lends them to you, asking if you liked the parts he highlighted.

- Takes you swimming constantly, always throwing you into the water and laughing when you yell at him.

- Plays songs for you every time you come over, telling you you’re as handsome as the piano’s melody.

- Bikes out to the markets early to bring back gifts as soon as you wake up.

- Flops onto you and holds you tight when he cries, never ashamed to be himself with you.

- When hes angry he’ll throw things in his room, and you always help him fix them.

- Likes when you hold him like a child and read to him, and has fallen asleep many times while sucking on your chest or neck.

- Always sneaking you past Mafalda in the late hours of the night.

- 100% whiney and whimpery, you have to kiss him to swallow his drawn out moans.

- Loves receiving head, and thinks you’re magic the way you work his length.

- A switch but prefers when you take control and use him.

- Obsessed with just going dumb, he wants you to control him, make decisions for him and use him whenever you want.

- Cries often during sex just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, always begging you to hold him through the tears.

- He’s definitely into being your pet, just being a complete boytoy for your use, enjoying being your lap dog.

- Calls you Mister and begs for your attention when he’s needy.

- Kinks include: Orgasm control, pet play, age play, free use, edging, dry humping, spanking.

Paul Atreides, Dune.

- Another absolute lover boy.

- He had dreams about you for months, and when he first saw you his heart skipped a beat.

- He’s completely devoted to you, he thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread and doesn’t dare to give anyone the amount of attention he gives you.

- Paul absolutely yearns for you, he feels like a piece of him is missing when he can’t see his boy.

- He offers to train you, even though he knows you’re much, much better than him.

- During nightmares he wakes up in cold sweats and sobs into your chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

- He always tries to call the largest sandworm to impress you, and offers you a ride every time.

- Paul isn’t a very sexual person, but he enjoys pleasing you whenever you ask him.

- He always goes slow and holds you the whole way through, being as gentle as he can be.

- He has a fantasy about using The Voice on you, but is much too nervous to tell you about it.

- Kinks include: He enjoys calling you mommy sexually or not, (yes even if you’re a man, he’s got serious mommy issues), praise kink, vanilla.

Kyle Scheible, Lady Bird.

- After Lady Bird, Kyle worked on himself and found that he was head over heels for you.

- You were nervous due to his reputation, but decided to give him a chance and hes forever grateful for that.

- He’s still a bit of an asshole, but in an endearing way, you love how passionate he is about things like war and taking down the economy.

- He’s always smoking a hand rolled cigarette and telling you how much he hates buying things, so he’ll always make you gifts instead of purchasing them.

- Always bringing you to his gigs, and cheesily shouting you out in the crowd.

- He writes all his songs about you, you’re his muse.

- At first he was embarrassed dating a guy, especially at catholic school, but he quickly got over it when he realized you were too amazing to pass up over some dumb homophobia.

- He’s obsessed with marking you, you never leave the house without a purple splotch to tell everyone you’re his.

- Loves when you suck him off while he’s smoking, he’ll grab a fist full of hair and let you work while he finishes the cigarette.

- He’s not too out there kinky, but he’s definitely rough.

- He loves manhandling you and turning you into a bitch.

- Definitely has a thing for calling you the F slur.

- Always forces your head down when he finishes, making you take it all.

- Kinks include: rough sex, manhandling, being burned with cigarettes, marking, slur usage.

Gatsby Welles, Rainy Day in New York.

- GOD this man.

- He does everything for you, you’re his muse and he’s obsessed.

- Always gambling to buy you the nicest things.

- As stated in the movie, Gatsby has autism, so it’s a bit difficult for him to express how he feels completely, but he always shows you how much he loves you in any way possible.

- Always talking about things to do in New York, the two of you are never stuck in the house.

- Whenever he reads romance novels, he imagines the two of you as the main characters.

- Sings to you all the time, especially to get you to sleep.

- Total cuddler, he’s laying on you, holding you, latching onto you whenever he can.

- Always refers to you as “my boy”, or “my angel boy”, complete romantic.

- Takes you for walks anytime it’s raining, and always winks when your clothes become soaked and begin to cling to your body.

- You’re his everything, he’ll do anything for you, as soon as you ask for something you have it done.

- Same goes for the bedroom, anytime you bring up an idea or concept, he has it done that night, he loves spicing things up.

- The most gentle lover in the world, he doesn’t like hurting you unless specifically asked for, and even then he’s extremely gentle on the slaps.

- Somehow gets more poetic during sex, hes always finding new ways to sweep you off your feet.

- His biggest fantasy is having you cock warm him while he plays piano, and can’t wait to ask you for it.

- Kinks include: loving you, yearning for you, did I mention loving you.

@mattykay

[chalamet-hl]

And all I've seen. Since eighteen hours ago. Is green eyes and freckles and your smile... ✨🌼

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡sugar rush 🍰

you've ordered: an assorted dessert tray! enjoy!

"have you got a sweet tooth?"

various timothèe chalamet characters x reader | word count: 1,565 words

summary: just little drabbles about baking with various timmy characters!! 🍰

warnings: none!

note: i didn't do every timothèe character, just some of my favorites!

lee (bones and all) (cherry pie) 🥧

baking with lee would be really cute and also very chaotic. he'd hug you from behind as you'd mix the ingredients to make the dough for the pie crust. he'd definitely sneak tastes of the cherries you're using. lee's actually a pretty good cook and really enjoys baking. he'll be at the stove, sautéing the cherries in sugar and vanilla, while you place the crust in a pie tin. once you pour the cherry mix into the crust, he'll stick his finger in what's left over and smear it on your nose, making you gasp and do the same to him. then he'll smear it on your lips just so he has an excuse to kiss you. once the pie's done, you two clean up and enjoy it together while reading comic books or watching a movie.

laurie (little women) (apple tart) 🍎

laurie would be such a sweetheart when baking. he'd insist that he should do all the work and you shouldn't lift a finger. eventually, you convinced him that you two should do it together. you two would find yourselves goofing off rather than baking. he'd throw flour at you and you'd smear butter on the tip of his nose. you two would laugh before finally deciding to take this seriously. laurie would work on the crust and you'd sauté the apples in sugar and cinnamon. laurie would come over and stick a spoon in the gooey apple mix, giving it a try. you swear, you'd see his eyes light up. once the tart's in the oven, you two would clean up, still messing around as you'd cover each other's faces in soap suds. once the tart is baked, you both curl up on the couch with a blanket, laurie reading to you as you two enjoy your sweet creation.

elio (call me by your name) (peach cobbler w/ ice cream) 🍑

i feel like you'd be working on making peach cobbler to surprise him. but it'd be ruined once he hugs you from behind and glances over you, asking what you're making. you'd have to tell him and he'd laugh, finding it incredibly sweet that you're making a dessert for him, with his favorite fruit at that. he'd ask if he could help and you'd happily oblige. much like lee, elio's a rather talented cook, telling you the right amounts of cinnamon and sugar to use, etc. but obviously, he'd see the peaches and cut himself a few slices, snacking on them when you weren't looking. and when you'd catch him, he'd just laugh and offer you a slice, which you happily took. after letting the peaches soak and sauté, he'd help you make the crumble that goes on top. you'd feed each other pieces of it and exclaim about how good it is. you'd sprinkle it on top of the peaches and put them in the oven. i can imagine you putting on some music and you two laughing and dancing around the kitchen together. once it's done baking, elio would go get some ice cream and you two would sit on your balcony, watching the sunset while enjoying the tasty peach dessert.

yule (don't look up) (brownies) 🍫

it was your idea to bake, yule having his arms wrapped around you from behind as you'd get the ingredients together for making brownies. obviously, you two would goof around, yule sneaking chocolate chips into his mouth, or smearing some of the batter on your nose. you'd giggle and kiss his cheek as he took his turn mixing the batter. he'd probably make a joke about setting some batter aside for him to make weed brownies (pls tell me i'm not the only one who can see yule being a stoner-). while the brownies are baking and you're cleaning up, he'd splash you with water and you'd chase after him with a spoon covered in leftover batter. you're finally done cleaning and the brownies are done! you two probably sit in front of the tv, yule having you in his lap while you feast on the brownies, watching a movie together.

paul (dune) (spiced lemon turnovers) 🍋

i feel like specific fruits would be native to arrakis, specifically citrus fruits. with the use of spice in most foods, it makes a delicious combination. you'd be in the kitchen/ food storage area of the freman sietch, being tasked with preparing desserts for whatever event was going on. as you're cutting lemons, you'd hear the door creak open, turning around to see paul. he'd probably make up some excuse, saying he was looking for stilgar and got lost. he'd peek over your shoulder and ask what you're making. he'd be pretty intrigued, asking if he could help you out. once you agree, you'd have him kneed out the dough for you while you finish cutting and crushing the lemons before cooking them with sugar and spice. paul would find it odd that you're adding spice to the dessert, so you'd give him half a spoonful of the lemon filling and he'd be shocked by how good it tastes. he'd stand behind you as you show him how wrap the turnovers. you'd turn around and realize just how close he was standing, his breath hitting your cheek. he'd give you a soft smile and lean over to kiss your forehead, praising you on how talented you were in baking. you'd smile and let him try, some of them coming out great, some of them looking kinda wonky. but it was still great fun to bake with your boyfriend. once they were done, you two took them out to the other freman waiting outside. you'd tell them that paul helped you out and they wouldn't believe you. it would take forever before they'd stop teasing him about the funny looking turnovers.

wonka (wonka) (chocolate chunk cookies) 🍪

wonka was working on making cookies in the main kitchen of the factory (this takes place after the wonka movie!). you'd given him the suggestion to put his chocolate in other things, like cookies or cake. he'd decided that cookies would be rather simple....he found out quickly that they were not. he told noodle to go get you and your jaw dropped when you saw the mess: flour everywhere, sugar in his hair, a bowl of batter sitting there with a spoon in it, and wonka's chocolate wrappers strewn on the floor. you'd laugh, wetting a rag and wringing it out before going up with willy and wiping the flour and butter off of his face. you'd ask him if he needs some help, to which he'd nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. once you've laughed for a bit longer, you help him clean up the kitchen, then gather all the ingredients once again. he'd watch you with sparkling eyes as you'd pour in perfect amounts of sugar and flour and melted butter. he swore you were a magician, to which you'd laugh and agree. you'd have him try mixing the batter and chop up chunks of his chocolate, placing them into the cookie dough. making little balls of dough and placing them on a sheet tray, you'd pop them into the oven, willy standing in front of it like a child. you'd watch with him, gently playing with his hair and talking about whatever. the timer would go off, he'd get so excited as you take them out of the oven. he'd probably bite into one while it's still hot and burn himself, making you giggle a bit. once they'd officially cooled, he'd try one and tell you he should start selling your cookies in his factory. you'd put the cookies in little bags, planning to give them out to noodle and the others later.

hal (the king) (spiced rum cake) 🍰

even though you're the queen of england, you love baking. hal would tell you that the cooks could bake for you or that he'd hire a special pastry chef just for you. he didn't want to see you, his beloved, working too hard. you'd laugh and tell him you rather enjoyed it, that it helped you relax. you'd be in the kitchen, measuring out flour to make a cake. hal would be looking all over the castle for you, until he'd eventually open the kitchen door to see you with some flour on your face. you ask him if he'd want to help you out and he'd say he'll just watch....which ended up being a lie. he practically did everything for you since he was worried you'd cut yourself or burn yourself. you couldn't help but find it rather cute how your husband dotted on you like that. while making the rum soak for the cake, he'd sneak a swig, insisting that you have some too. sooner or later, you two are both a little tipsy, practically baking while drunk. luckily, you had taken the cake out before you two started drinking. he'd wrap his arms around you, pressing a few kisses to your face and mumbling about how great of a baker you are and how he loves you so much. it was cute watching him cut you a slice of the cake and feed you some, the two of you sharing soft kisses between bites. and guess what...the servants were watching from behind the door the whole time!

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[cassie48]

Somewhere in northern Italy….

[miyagic]

Call Me By Your Name Masterlist

Probably just Elio one-shots <3

★ What he needs – Elio Perlman

— What Elio never received, but always wanted and needed in his 17 years of life, you can give him in a single day.

[mischiefinbloom]

𐙚elio perlman

'is it better to speak or to die?'

⋆⁺₊❅. the language of summer

[heartylunalys]

Helllo, can you write about elio and the reader where they meet one summer that she goes with her family to italy and everything is super romantic (she has her first time with him) thank uu

Wasted Days

elio perlman x black!female!reader

a/n: HIII I'm so happy to come back with a new fic, I love Elio so much and this ask, I couldn't wait to post it. I hope you're going to love it too! Don't hesitate to like, reblog and comment if you like it, you can even buy me a coffee!

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genre: fluff, smut

words : 3.8k

warnings: smut !!self indulging lol, smoking and drinking

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It had  been 6  years since the last time you went to Italy. Your family had friends in a little village named Crema where you remember spending a lot of your time under the sun, the smell of summer lingering in your nose, the warm feeling on your skin and your head completely empty from all the worries that the sun seemed to wash away.

This summer your parents received a card from their friend, begging them to come to their house to spend some time with them, to catch up a little bit. So here you were, listening to the singing of birds while laying down on the bed, the only thing reminding you that you were still alive and awake was the sound of your hosts and your family.

“Y/n?” You heard their daughter say while she entered the spare room you were in and you only groaned in response, the only sound you were able to let out of your throat at this moment. “There’s this boy, my neighbor, all of us are going to his house to play volleyball, do you want to come?” She asked as she seated next to you on the bed, watching you attentively when you finally opened your eyes.

“It’s too hot to play volleyball,” you sighed and she laughed. The mark of deep reflection was on her face before she finally exclaimed.

“Well, he has a pool.” It was the only thing you needed to hear to stand up, ready to feel on your body the water warmed up by the sunlights.

—

The playful exclamation and laughs of young adults could be heard clearly now that you were in the yard. You barely had time to see the volleyball field and the people playing before hearing the loud voice of your friend.

“Elio!” She exclaimed as she dragged you to the boy walking toward you. The boy awkwardly smiled while looking at you, seemingly shy to see a new person. “This is my family’s friends’ daughter, Y/n.” she gestured to you and you smiled, still feeling an awkward feeling in the air, “and Y/n, this is Elio, my neighbor.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/n,” He simply said before shaking your hand, showing his good manners and you felt the softness of his skin against yours. He finally looked at your cousin then glanced at you, “Do you want to play?” He asked, his chin pointing to the field.

“I’m good, to be honest I came here for the pool.” You joyfully said and he laughed a little bit. 

“Sure, let me lead the way.”  He began to walk off to your destination and your friend simply pushed you toward him while smiling suggestively. 

“Is it your first time here?” He tried to do small talk. 

“Kind of, it’s my first time coming back here since six years”

The two of you were now in front of the little pool, you thanked him before removing your clothes revealing your bathsuit that Elio’s eyes couldn't help but stare at. The view of you entering the warm pool was almost dreamlike, even erotic, seeming like a nymph or a siren joining the water, creating a blinding shine on your body that invited him to join you. 

Feeling like a creep, Elio quickly distracted himself by looking around his yard like something could be more interesting than you. However, the sound of pleasure almost inaudible that escaped your lips was caught on by his ears and he looked at you.

“Can I join you?” he asked before even realizing his words.

“Sure” you smiled at him, now playing slightly with the water around you, comforting him in the idea of you as some sort of bewitching ocean creature.

When he entered the water you tried your best to not look at him but it was hard, he was handsome and you couldn’t deny it. Once he was fully installed in the water, a comfortable silence took place, and you wanted nothing more than to freeze the time at this moment. However, a mischievous smile took place on Elio’s face before he splashed water at you and your gasp made him laugh.

“Oh, it’s making you laugh, you want to play.” You exclaimed before splashing him in return, hearing the sweet melody of his laugh before he took your wrists in his hand to stop you. At this moment the two of you were still laughing before realizing the proximity, and what was before a laugh was now replaced by a sweet smile. You saw the red go to his cheeks and you were sure that with a different skin color you will be seen at this exact moment the same way as him: a hot red mess.

“You look pretty” you let out while looking at his soft emerald eyes.

“Y/n, we have to go home.” Your friend exclaimed as she trotted to the two of you. You didn’t even see time fly and it was already 6pm, time to go back home. 

“I hope you’ll come back, how long are you staying?” Elio asked you as he got off the pool and helped you exit it.

“2 months, I’ll come back.” 

“Are the lovers done?” Your friend amusedly asked before taking your hand to lead you to her house as you waved goodbye to Elio, seeing his eyes still on you everytime you turned back to see him one last time. 

—

Two days passed and you found it too awkward to ask your friend to go see her pretty neighbor so you simply abstained yourself from going. It was late, all of you were in the living room, talking and laughing, your father telling the worst stories of his youth.

“I totally forgot to tell you but do you want to go to the piazzetta with my friends and I, it could be fun” your friend asked as she sat next to you, admiring your hair but refraining from touching it, knowing how much you hated it.

“I feel kind of tired you know” You sincerely said and she thought for a moment for the perfect argument to convince you. 

“But we will see Chiara try to find someone to hook up with and she uses some questionable techniques, you’ll see it’ll be fun.” She whisper-yelled, not wanting her parents to hear and you chuckled at the idea but still gave her a sorry look. She thought a little bit more before finally letting out a satisfied sound. “Elio will be here.” She giggled her eyebrows and you scoffed to hide your embarrassment.

“I don’t care about Elio” you said and from your tone it was simple to understand that you were,’t even convicted by your own words. 

“Come on,” she whined, “ If you come, I will not bother you about your little crush, if you don’t, be ready to hear about him all summer.” She tried to find a serious, threatening tone but she couldn’t really hide her smile.

“Okay, okay, let me get ready.” 

—

The piazzetta was a fun place, people were dancing and drinking but everything was open-air which made it much better than clubs.

Your friend finally found the table of her friend and she was right, Elio was here too, smoking with a drink in his hand, the light of the dancefloor reflecting on his face. When everyone saw the two of you they excitedly screamed and your friend laughed before taking a chair for her and strategically placing yours besides Elio’s one. 

“I'm happy to see you.” He softly said and even with all the noise you managed to hear him as you sat down. You simply smiled, watching his plump lips as he smoked. Elio gently took the cigarette out of his mouth and offered it to you. Taking a drag, you admired his slight smirk when you gave it back to him.

“”I didn’t really want to go,” he began and you couldn't take your eyes off of him, “Still went because I hoped you'd come”. Elio was pretty similar to you in fact 

“You guys come dancing?” A friend of Elio asked as they were all standing up, some already running to the dance floor.

“I’ll come later.” The two of you were now alone, watching others dance, not really knowing what to say to the one another.

“Will you show me the city tomorrow?” You abruptly asked him. Elio’s eyes illuminated before he nodded with a timid smile.

For the rest of the night the two of you chain-smoked as you talked about everything and anything, you learned you liked the same book, disliked the same songs, you even learned that Elio was a piano prodigy (he didn't said it like that) but hated playing in front of people especially when his parents asked him to play for their guests. Suddenly Elio stood up and as you questioned yourself, he helped you stand up as well by taking your hand in his.

“Come with me.” You didn’t even have to ask him where, you followed him just to be alone with him.

The two of you walked a little bit, on the way Elio sang and made you waltz, which made you laugh, a sound that Elio found satisfying. Once you were in front of a lake, Elio began to take off his clothes, only keeping his underwear. Seeing that you seemed shy he smiled at you before, turning his back on you and entering the water.

“Fuck it’s cold,” The two of you laughed and he added “ You can undress and come, I’m not looking at you.” You thanked him and said as he just told you. However he quickly joined you, hearing your gasp at the temperature of the water that enveloped your body. “I got you don’t worry” He said as he tried his best to warm you by rubbing his palms on your arms. You looked at him and saw his eyes already on you. Without even thinking about it, feeling like it was the only right thing to do, the only thing that your mind and your body wanted, you rested your hand on his cheek before sweetly pressing your lips against his, anxiously waiting for him to follow the rhythm of your lips. He did, he kissed you tenderly, lovingly, his hands exploring your sides as you were now caressing his neck slightly pulling his hair. The cold water was long forgotten now as you felt a warm feeling in your chest, the moonlight reflecting the two of you perfectly in the water. 

Elio was the one who broke the kiss, looking at you, almost concerned, to be sure that you wanted this, that it wasn’t just a thoughtless action or some type of game to you. As he saw the look in your eyes he understood that you wanted this as much as him and he crashed his lips on yours, going for a more passionate kiss. You were digging your nails in his back, craving more than the sweet taste of his tongue, craving him entirely, wanting to be one with him. The realization of your affection stopped you and you stepped back a little bit, feeling overwhelmed. Elio saw it immediately, taking your hand in his before speaking to you.

“Is everything alright?” He concernedly asked, you nodded slightly.

“I think I should go home.” You said, not daring to look at him.

“Yeah, yeah of course, let me walk you back.” Elio helped you get out of the water, dressing you and himself up. The way to your friend's house was awkward, you felt the eyes of Elio on you, almost begging you to look at him, to tell him that everything was fine and that he did nothing wrong. 

Tonight, Elio spent it writing in his diary, thinking about you and asking himself what he did wrong.

—

For days, you avoided Elio. Your stay passed so quickly, it was soon over, and you felt like leaving without seeing Elio was terrible. You managed to convince everyone that you were sick and that you couldn’t go out every time your friend tried to drag you outside.Obviously even if you seemed sick and sad, your friend quickly understood that this had something to do with Elio. He begged her to see you and finally she accepted, without telling you of course. 

“Y/n, everyone go to the beach, do you want to come, you’ll be alone in the house if you don’t come”, your friend said calmly, she was seated on your bed next to you. You simply groaned and she understood that you clearly still didn’t want to go out.

Her plan could start.

—

As you heard everyone telling you goodbye from downstairs and the door closing you felt a wave of sadness washing upon you. As you began to cry, your heart aching at the thought of Elio, you heard the door of your room opening and you quickly hid under the cover thinking that your friend had come back for something in the bedroom. 

“Hey,” you heard the sweet voice of the only thing that clouded your mind and uncovered your face. Elio was there, not sure if he could enter the room or not. 

“Elio?”  you asked. 

“Can I come in?” you nodded and Elio came in, sitting next to you, watching your face. Your eyes were red and full of tears which reminded Elio of his state these last days. His hand found your cheeks, caressing them as he watched attentively and lovingly your face. 

“I’m sorry if I did something that night that made you uncomfortable”. He apologized sincerely and you finally looked in his eyes.

“Elio, you did nothing wrong, I just, I can’t.” You stopped yourself before spilling all your feelings to him.

“I like you, I love you even, since the first day I felt this connection to you, I feel like we were meant to meet one day and love and cherish each other. I know you’re going to go back home soon and I can’t just keep this for me, and regret that I didn’t tell you for the rest of my life.” Elio exclaimed, you could feel the stress in his voice, he wasn’t looking at you anymore. The half closed curtains made him glow, he was so beautiful you wished you could capture this image forever in your mind.

“I love you too, I was afraid, what will we become when we’ll have to go separate ways in some time, how could I act like I’ve never loved you when I go back to my country?” you asked anxiously as you took his hand in yours and Elio smiled softly. 

“Let’s just enjoy the moment.” At his words you nodded with a smile and he added while slightly laughing “God, we wasted so many days.” 

“Yes, we really did.”

Elio crashed his lips on yours, his hand on your tear stained cheeks. This kiss was not like your first one, it was more gentle, more loving, less precipitated. You felt like your heart was going to explode in your chest. Elio broke the kiss before lying next to you and attentively watching your face that he didn’t want to forget. His eyes traveled to your chest and the way it moves slowly from your hushed breath.

“I want you” he whispered and you felt your heart beat even faster. 

“I’ve never done it” you sincerely replied and Elio nodded comprehensively. 

“I understand, but do you want to do it? I’ll be gentle don’t worry” You really wanted to do it, you trusted him and wanted him, needed him. You nodded, ready to give yourself entirely to him. 

“I need you to say it please” Elio said, caressing the bare skin of your arm. 

“I want you Elio, please.” You gathered all your confidence to manage to say this out loud while his green eyes were piercing your body with how intensely he was watching you. 

Elio kissed you once again. His lips seemed to show all his desire for you. At the same time, his hands caressed your upper body, your face, your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, your arms, your chest. Elio thought that by touching every inch of your body you wouldn’t forget it.

Your tongues mingled and the two of you felt the desire rise more and more. You ended the kiss to take your top off, exposing your breasts and Elio was watching you as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

"Can I touch you?" he asked, looking into your eyes, and when he heard a yes from your mouth, he put his hands on your breasts. Your sighs of pleasure ennobled him, he put himself on you and played with your nipples, admiring the way they hardened on contact with his fingers. Elio looked at you carefully to see the pleasure distort your face, it was so beautiful to see. He could feel his pants tightening over the minutes but he only had one desire, to taste you. Suddenly you felt his tongue wrapped around your nipple. Your moans and the sounds of birds were the only things that could be heard in the room. 

Elio’s kisses descended from your breasts to your belly, and the fingers of his right hand were now on your hips, near your panties, caressing your soft skin. 

"I want to taste you so much”, he almost moaned at the simple idea of putting his lips on your pussy. “I fucking want you so bad," he said, looking into your eyes.

"Taste me Elio, do what you want, do what you want with my body", the words hardly came out of your mouth because of all the sensations that the boy made you feel. 

At these words, Elio slowly took off your panties and laid between your legs. His movements were slow, he stroked your hips and thighs. Suddenly, his lips were placed inside your thighs. He would kiss and gently bite your skin, which would drive you crazy. He took all his time to admire the reactions of your body to his different touches. 

You felt his fingers on your clit, playing with it slowly, making circles. They went down to your entrance, and Elio carefully brought a finger into you. He waited to see your reaction and to the understanding of your sigh of pleasure he began to move his fingers. 

"More." You said once the sensation of his finger in you was familiar. Elio then put in a second finger, his movements were gentle and precise. At the same moment, his tongue landed on your clit, he licked it, encircled it with his lips and kissed it. You could hear Elio’s growls at the taste of your pussy. You looked down and saw him completely ennobled by pleasure, eyes closed, rubbing slowly against the mattress, trying to satisfy his desire.

"I want to feel you in me" you tell Elio who opened his eyes to look at you.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a pleasant way. 

"Yes, that’s what I want." 

Elio took out a condom from his jeans and you sneered.

"What?" he laughed a little while apprehending your answer.

"You planned your move." You smiled back and Elio kissed you.

"No, but I was hoping we would do it before you left." He stroked your cheek. He undressed slowly and you watched carefully the moles that adorned his perfect body. 

"Don’t look at me like that," he was all over the place and you could see the pink on his cheeks.

"You are beautiful," you said sincerely, and this time it was your turn to caress his cheek. His lips came to capture yours. He stood between your legs and you bit his lower lip, which made him moan. Elio ended the kiss and looked at you attentively.

"Are you ready?" He wanted to make sure of your decision.

"Totally ready for you"

"I love you" his eyes were shining as he looked at you and a slight smile had taken place on his face.

"I love you too, I love you so much".

Elio put on the condom and slowly, being careful not to hurt you, he entered you. He would go so slowly, inch by inch, and look at your face to see if you were okay. 

"Is everything all right?" He asked and you dropped a yes, focused on the unpleasant feeling. Elio then kissed your neck and bit your ear, while whispering words of love to you. 

"You can go" you told him slowly once you felt ready, Elio then slowly moved his pelvis, not yet sure of his movements. 

"Fuck," you heard his moans and sighs of pleasure and you couldn’t help but do the same. You felt so complete with Elio in you. 

"Faster," you said. You needed more, you were ready to give yourself completely to him. He performed, his movements were faster and wider. The pleasure was such that he needed to bite your shoulder not to scream of pleasure. Your legs rolled up against his pelvis and your hands gripped his back. Elio moaned at the sensation of your nails sinking into his skin. Your name slipped out of his lips like it was the only thing he could say. The sound of your bodies clashing made the scene even more erotic. 

"Elio, Elio, fuck, go on." you begged him and he kissed you, he guided your hand to your sex and encouraged you to touch you to accentuate your pleasure. The feeling was so pleasant and you already felt the pleasure choking you, as if you couldn’t breathe. 

"Damn. How beautiful you are. How I love you y/n." Elio also felt he wasn’t going to last long. His movements were rough and fast. He took one of your hands in his hand, mixed your fingers while you savored your orgasm while moaning his name. Elio followed you shortly afterwards, he came into you looking you in the eye, lovingly. He got up slowly, taking off his condom before coming to lie next to you, hugging you and caressing your shoulder. You listened to the irregular rhythm of her heart while caressing her belly, tracing patterns. 

"Thank you for trusting me Y/n, I love you." He says kissing your forehead and you smile.

"Thank you for being you, Elio, I love you." you answered him. For now, you don’t want to think about when you’ll leave. All you cared about was the sound of her heart, the sensation of her lips and skin at that very moment.

You had to catch up on all those wasted days after all.

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a/n: like, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! :)

I’m taking requests!

I created this blog to allow black girls to feel more comfortable with reading x reader, as a black person I saw how much we weren’t really represented in the fanfic community

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This is my work, please don’t repost it, translate it or take it without my permission.

Published the 08/04/2023

[ginnysgraffiti]

needy elio.

&. ELIO PERLMAN x yn.

"baby, come on. book away. time for bed..."

he whispered, but it sounded more like the cry of a puppy than a plea.

you've been reading for about 20 minutes with no end in sight, so your boyfriend's insistence is actually kind of a blessing.

"fine, fine ok. but only if we cuddle, though" you challenge, staring into his dark chocolate eyes, but you just wanted to let your fingers run down his curls.

"of course." he says, lips pulling into a soft smile.

your body turns on its side to face the nightstand. you put your book on the bed table, triple-check that the bookmark was there, then place the cover face down.

no more distractions.

you slide your arm under the pillow, the other bent in front of me. your knees pull up and forward, and your ankles and feet stack.

"ok, ready." you say, finally threading your fingers through his dark chocolate hair.

elio's slim body presses into yours, adjusting to your same position with his knees bent so there's not a single inch of you not touching.

he wraps his arm around your body, and you melt completely into his shirtless chest. his warm, shallow breaths tickle the back of your neck, making the baby hairs there dance in the breeze.

his skin smelled like saltiness and suncream.

you loved it.

you loved when he decides to not take a shower and actually let you enjoy his body smells.

you know it arouses both of you.

his calf slips between your legs, pulling one back to hold your ankle between his. chest on back, hips on hips, legs entwined with legs- it's your favorite way to fall asleep.

it feels so safe.

"i love you, peach boy..." you whisper shyly near his earlobe.

"i love you too shorty." he giggles.

[timotheechalamalabinggbongg]

I'd sell my soul for one night with this man.

[cannibalizedlove]

Since ur wanting requests what if i requested one where its laurie laurence x cowboy! Reader where laurie laurence doesn't quite like guys and has the whole attitude where he's like "two men together r gross" Bc its the 1800s but the reader has this like very attractive southern accent and flirts with laurie so much to the point laurie just melts and falls in love? Could either be smut or fluff! (I came up with this idea from a southern show I was watching lol)

This is probably the cutest request because I love cowboys and Laurie, so I hope you enjoy as much as I did! I made this one a longer one, just because I love the idea so much and wanted to create more <3

Voice like whiskey.

Information and warning — much longer fic than usual, slow burn, male reader, cowboy reader, internalized homophobia laurie, laurie being a little rude jerk, the march sisters are included, grinding, making out, alcohol, pure gayness.

You were the March sisters younger cousin, and had been popping in for holidays since you were a young child.

Even though you were never around except for birthdays and Christmas, you would always send your earnings home to the girls.

Marmee would always ask you to stay, how she had the extra room and how the girls would love to be with you — but you always had to decline, the dirt roads and cattle called for you. She always thought your work was admirable, so she never pushed.

Soon, Christmas had rolled around and it was time to go see your family. With your boots muddy, your hat containing your messy hair, and dirt on your face; you knocked on the door, greeted by the smile of sweet Amy.

“Oh my beloved, Y/N! You’re finally here for us!” The girl exclaimed, throwing her arms around you and hugging your chest.

“Amy! Oh how I’ve missed you, darlin’” You chuckled, ruffling her hair and embracing her tightly.

“Where’s the others, I have much stories to tell about the trails, damn horse ran off cause of a snake, funniest thing!” You shook your head, patting Amy on the back before looking around for the other sisters you desperately missed.

“Well, Meg is at the fabric store, sewing some dress for some stupid dance I wasn’t even invited to!!” Amy grumpily replied with her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes as she continued; “Beth’s upstairs reading her music, you know how she is.. Oh, and Jo’s out in backyard with Mr. Laurence.” Amy said his name in a singy-songy voice.

You looked at the young girl with confusion, shocked at the new name, had Jo fell for some man? Impossible you thought, she’d never settle down and throw away her freedom for some boy.

“Mr. Laurence? Who in the Lords name is that.” You asked, making your way to back door as you tracked mud throughout the house, something Marmee would scold you for later.

“Oh, hes a fine young gentleman, you’ll like him!” Amy giggled, sitting down in the living room as she watched the fires flames grow with amazement.

You made your way out back, watching as Jo— and who you assumed was Mr. Laurence — rough housed.

“So when are you plannin’ on greetin’ me, you rascal?” You called out to Jo, watching affectionately as she laughed and smiled playing with her friend.

“Y/N! My boy!” Jo announced, pushing Mr. Laurence off of her and into the cold grass.

She ran to you, wrapping you in her arms with a tight squeeze. “I’ve missed you dearly. I can’t wait to hear about the trail stories!”

The Laurence descent watched with a cocked eyebrow, dusting his fancy winter clothes off as he approached you.

“Hello. I’m Laurie.” The boy said flatly, he was a bit taller than you, pale, and overwhelmingly handsome.

“Why, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. This your boyfriend Jo?” You teased, elbowing her shoulder with a grin, resulting in a slap on the chest and a groan from you.

Laurie didn’t know what he was feeling, your eyes had a fire he hadn’t seen before, your hat casted shadows on your face that perfectly carved it like a statue. Your voice was like whiskey, he thought, but Laurie was refusing the drink.

“Who’s this Jesse James rip off..” Laurie whispered to Jo, taking a dig at your stereotypical attire.

“Laurie, this is my cousin, he’ll be staying with us while the holidays are going on. Y/N, this is my neighbor, Mr. Laurie Laurence.” Jo explained in an announcing speech.

As the day wore on, you found yourself trying to talk to Laurie more and more, each time he’d blow you off. This caused a pang in your heart, but you knew your charm had never let you down.

During dinner you had taken a seat next to him, and spread your legs enough to make the two of yours knees touch. This connection made Laurie blush, but never once moved his knee; a good sign you believed.

You told the stories about the cattle running off, and how your horse got spooked by a rattle snake leaving you in the middle of the trail.

Some of them would earn an under the breath laugh from Laurie, but most would result in a scoff and eye roll.

This cat and mouse game only made you want him more.

The girls were in the living room, Marmee had went to bed early, and you two boys were in the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of rum, and offered Laurie one in good manners.

“No thanks, Billy the Kid.” Laurie huffed, leaning up against the kitchen island, the opposite side of you. The whole night he had been taking jabs at your country twang, your dirty boots and roughed up clothes.

Each time you felt like dropping the whole thing more and more, hell it was the 1800’s, men weren’t allowed to be together. There wasn’t a point in the hopeless flirting, you knew it wouldn’t work, yet you craved for him to feel the same.

“Come on, lighten up, old boy.” You playfully hit his arm, leaning against the island, taking a sip of your alcohol.

“Stop flirting with me. I don’t swing that way.” Laurie spat, and you felt your heart drop.

You knew from the beginning, but hearing it out loud was a pain much worse than the idea of it.

Laurie watched as the color drained from your face, and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness.

Laurie was sure he was straight, he believed women were gorgeous and his grandfather always told him he was going to marry a woman.

Yet, all that was thrown out the window with you. You were so charming, and as much as he led on that he thought your outlaw attire was ridiculous, he thought your tight jeans with that belt were extremely tantalizing.

All you could reply with was a nod, you took your drink into the living room and joined the sisters in their activities.

It didn’t last long before you decided to wallow in your tears in the comfort of the Marches guest room.

You made your way up the stairs, entered the room and shut the door, quietly sobbing against it. You hated this, you wanted to be ‘normal’, you wanted to have a wife and live comfortably, but it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

You had stripped down to your boxers and dirt stained shirt, laying on the bed with your head in your hands, when a knock broke you out of your trance.

“Not in the mood, Amy.” You yelled out, just wanting to be left alone in your hour of rejection.

“It’s Laurie.” A beautiful voice from the other side of the door called.

‘Is he really here just to make you feel worse?’ You thought. How stuck up could one man be! You were expecting more insults to be spat out by him as you opened the door.

“What can I do for you.” You asked coldly, only to look up and see tears in the taller males eyes.

He let himself in, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands awkwardly rubbing against his knees.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve acted. I’m.. embarrassed of the truth I guess.” Laurie said quietly, like he was ashamed to even speak privately about it.

“Embarrassed about what, Laur?” You sat next to him, his eyes tightly screwing shut as he smelt your attracting musk.

“You can tell me, if its about ear-“ You were completely cut off, Laurie grabbed your face, smashing your lips into yours and pulling you closer.

He greedily grabbed for all of you, he needed you like you were his oxygen source. He crawled ontop of you, sitting on your lap and licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, when you graciously accepted his request, he dug in like a starving man.

Your tongues fought for dominance but ultimately, you won. Needy moans escaped from his pretty lips, and he grinded down on your growing bulge.

His entire body was heating up, his mind was melted, all he knew was your mouth and he was obsessed with it. Laurie didn’t know if it was the rum, or your taste, but he was completely drunk off of it.

When you pulled away slightly for a moment to catch your breath, Laurie backed away, his face a shade of bright red that you could see even though the dimly lit room.

“I thought you didn’t.. swing that way.” You asked in shallow breaths, touching your lips in a complete state of shock.

“I don’t know. I just know I want you. I’ve never felt this way before.” He said, hiding his face in his hands, afraid of ruining everything.

“That’s okay, Laurie-Darlin’. We’ll figure it out together.” You held his face in your calloused hand, keeping his eyes on you.

“Just come here, country boy.” He pressed his lips against yours once again, a softer more gentle approach than before.

Your voice was like whiskey, and he was finally accepting the drink.