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miyagic · 6 months ago
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What he needs
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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phiphieee · 1 month ago
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Somewhere in Northern Italy
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Disclaimer: I think the relationship depicted in the movie is problematic in many ways, but i also think it was probably luca's intention to show it this way, as it is romantacised through elio's eyes. I think it's not an ideal love story but it is a realistic story about of love. The reader is afab and touches slightly on the subject that oliver is old weird and icky !!! English is not my first language :)
Summer had always meant going to the Perlman's villa to you. Your mothers were friends and being around his age, it felt very natural to go and see the house once before you headed back to your parisian home. You had gotten along so well that it had become a tradition for both parties, and just like that you had traded your beloved holidays in the south of france for the little town in Northern italy.
Your older brother had long grown out of family holidays and your father was brought back to Paris urgently by some work related matter leaving you and your mother to honour the Perlmans invitation. And you were elated. You turned up the music on the radio in the car, all the windows were rolled down and you hair was blowing in the wind, unlike the flowy white top that was annoyingly starting to cling to your back. Your mother tells you you are almost there and to that statement you cannot hold back a grin. Stretching loudly and shuffling to attach the sandals you had previously discarded.
"J'ai tellement soif, j'en ai marre de la voiture" you huff (I'm so thirsty I'm sick of this car ride). "Be polite" your mother reminds you, knowing you and elio tend to act like dramatic toddlers when you are in the vicinity of one another. You smile at her and batt your eyelashes, promising to be on your very best behaviour and both of you knowing that is a blatant lie. As the car pulls to a stop, you hear a voice calling out to elio and two silouettes making their way out of the house. Annella is the first to greet you and your mother, all grins and gentle brushing of your hair. You grin at the older women leaning into her embrace. As her husband approaches you giggle at his gasp, as he says you have grown almost as much as your hair, which you usually cut short but now cascades down your back.
"Ne t'inquiètes pas elio arrive" (don't worry elio is coming)
"Quand on parle du loup" you grin nodding your head in the direction of said boy who's making his way towards you with a soft smile.
"ça va?" he asks as you kiss each other's cheeks, you all small talk for a few minutes before Annella ushers you all inside. Before the parents stir you all inside you and elio share a look before you're running towards the pool shrieking as you try to outrun one another. Your mothers are yelling at you two to not run but you can here their laughter as you unbotton your shirt and jump in, glad you had thought to slip on a bathing suit this morning. And suddenly summer has truly started for you, no more talks of finishing high school and hearing back from universities soon, not knowing if you are ready to face that reality in the fall. You and elio are back in this timeless dynamic you are so very used to, and it brings endless soothing to all that had previously been weighing down your mind.
"Tell me everything" confessiosn of missing each other over the phone and your numerous letters seemed dilluted to what is happening now. Every single detail of your respective lives is recounted now, both your curls slightly damp. The occasional flick of water and your mother coming to bring you both two glasses of juice and towels are the only interruptions. You only start considering getting out of the water when elio points out you are shivering. You get out squeezing your wet hair as the sun is setting and the bell signalling dinner sounds. You all but race one another to the table, again, and are waiting like two little puppies dripping on the stairs of the house and giggling, trying to stay out of the adult's way.
All of that seems to uncomfortably shift as someone you don't know makes his way down the very stairs you were sitting on. You find yourself tightening your hold on your towel and being slightly uncomfortable that this stranger knows your name and shares a knowing glance with elio. Mr Perlman introduces you and you are thrusted into a conversation with this american stranger and asked about your admission at La Sorbonne in the fall for art history and archeology.
"Yes, it's a, i'm not sure how you say that in english ... double major? yeah uh double major in art hist, archeology and law" the adults are all nodding and elio's gaze is dismissive as best as he completely disregards the conversation at hand. Thankfully you are seated between your mother and elio, and soon hushed whispers of shared jokes in french are bouncing between the musquitos and all is well again.
"What do you think of him?"
"Who, the American?" you shrug "I don't know I barely know him, he looks old" as you giggle you grab elio's face "he probably has to shave unlike you." he groans grabbing your hand.
"Et toi?"
"Quoi moi?"
"Tu penses quoi d'oliver ?"
I might write another part to this...unsure :)
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mischiefinbloom · 2 months ago
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୧ ‧₊˚ the language of summer
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₊⊹ 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! :(
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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author's note: i hate this, it's so bad. i'm sorry.
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louilies · 5 days ago
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𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫...
Fluff, Elio Perlman X Y/N (female reader) @sadgir111. Anon's Request
The Italian sun blazed high above, casting golden streaks across the worn cobblestones of the small countryside villa. Every summer, like clockwork, your family and Elio's would retreat to this dreamy corner of Italy, a tradition older than either of you. And every summer, it was the same: lazy mornings, bike rides through the vineyards, and afternoons swimming in the cool, cerulean river.
You and Elio had been friends since childhood, bonded by endless summers spent together while your parents immersed themselves in art, music, and wine. Over the years, you'd grown close—close enough to know that Elio hated olives but loved the way the sea smelled at dawn; that he tapped his pencil rhythmically when lost in thought; that he sometimes stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
This particular afternoon, the two of you lounged on the grass, backs pressed into the earth, the sky a brilliant blue canvas above. Elio's arm brushed yours, casual, yet sending a ripple through your skin that felt anything but.
“Do you ever wonder what it’s like?” he asked suddenly, his voice soft, thoughtful.
“What what’s like?” you murmured, turning your head to find his gaze already on you.
“Kissing someone.”
The question hung between you, delicate and heavy all at once. You blinked, a slow, measured moment, as if time itself had taken a pause.
“I mean, we could just... try it,” he offered, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, though there was an edge of nervousness in his eyes.
You swallowed, heart hammering in your chest, the cicadas' hum a distant backdrop to the sudden pulse of anticipation.
“Just to see,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to be any louder.
He leaned in, hesitantly, giving you space to pull away if you wanted—but you didn’t. The warmth of his breath mingled with the scent of sun and grass, and then his lips were on yours, soft and searching.
It was supposed to be innocent. Just an experiment. But the second your mouths met, something shifted. His hand, tentative at first, found the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw in a way that made your skin tingle. The kiss deepened without either of you meaning for it to, as though your bodies had known something your minds hadn’t quite figured out yet.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you breathless, there was a moment of stunned silence.
“That didn’t feel like... just seeing,” Elio murmured, his forehead resting gently against yours.
“No,” you admitted, eyes still closed as you tried to steady your racing heart.
His fingers brushed over yours, tentative but deliberate.
“I think I want to do that again,” he confessed softly, and you smiled, tilting your face back toward his, the weight of an unspoken truth settling comfortably between you.
Summer, it seemed, had just taken on a whole new meaning.
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loverangels · 1 year ago
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ELIO PERLMAN
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(no work yet)
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1donteatpancakes · 11 months ago
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Hey , working on a couple different projects for you guys !! Reminder tht requests are open !!
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ginnysgraffiti · 7 months ago
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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
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&. 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.
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cannibalizedlove · 9 months ago
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Timothée Chalamet (characters) x Male reader headcannons
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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
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iluvxsm · 9 months ago
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how did she not pounce on him
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chalamet-hl · 8 months ago
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And all I've seen. Since eighteen hours ago. Is green eyes and freckles and your smile... ✨🌼
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miyagic · 6 months ago
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Call Me By Your Name Masterlist
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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.
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kinascum · 25 days ago
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LET ME HOLD YOU ᯓ★
little!timothee chalamet x cg!reader
wc: 1.2k | summary: after a long day, you come home to find Timothee in a vulnerable state, seeking comfort. | nav ♡ taglist
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FLUFF. COMFORT. age regression. crying. emotional vulnerability. caretaking dynamics. non-sexual intimacy.
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You've had a long day at work, the kind that makes you want to kick off your shoes and collapse into bed. As you enter the apartment, you expect the usual quiet embrace of an empty home. But today, there's a sound that catches your attention - the soft scratching of a crayon against paper. Curiosity piqued, you tiptoe down the hallway, following the faint, comforting melody to the kitchen.
There you find Timothee, hunched over a coloring book, crayons scattered like a rainbow on the floor around him. The sight makes you smile, a gentle warmth spreading through your chest. He's so absorbed in his task, so focused on filling the page with bright colors, that he doesn't notice your presence at first. His eyes are wide with childlike concentration, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. It's a simple, charming scene that you wish you could capture and keep forever.
"Hey, babe," you call out, breaking the silence. He jumps a little, dropping his crayon before turning to look at you with a sheepish grin. "What's this?" you ask, nodding towards the book. He blushes, a hint of shyness playing across his features. "Just... something I found, dunno" he mumbles, avoiding eye contact as he gathers his crayons, his hand slapping the book closed in one go. The innocence in his voice is disarming, making you want to laugh and hug him all at once. You can't help but wonder what's got him acting so vulnerable. It's endearing, really.
As you approach, he quickly snatches up a ragged stuffed animal, a worn-out tiger with one button eye missing, and clutches it to his chest. The action seems almost protective, as if he's afraid you'll take it away from him. "You okay?" you ask, kneeling down to his level. He nods vigorously, but his eyes betray the lie. They're wet with unshed tears, and his bottom lip quivers. You reach out a hand, and he flinches away, scooting back against the cabinets. Panic flutters in your chest. What could have happened to make him so upset?
Without another word, Timmy bolts from the kitchen, stuffy in tow, and runs into your shared bedroom. You follow, heart racing with concern. When you enter the room, he's huddled on the bed, surrounded by his childhood toys. He's whispering to them, rocking back and forth. "Momma won't leave us," he says over and over again, clutching the tiger so tightly its stuffing bulges from the seams. The scene is so unexpected, so heart-wrenching, that you stand frozen in the doorway for a moment, unsure of what to do or say.
Finally, you force your legs to move, crossing the room to sit beside him. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and scared, and you realize that he's not just playing a game. This is something deeper, something he's holding onto with all his might. "What's wrong, babe?" you ask softly, trying to keep the worry out of your voice. He just shakes his head, burrowing into the pillows. "I don't want Momma to leave," he sobs, his voice high and small. You wrap your arms around him, feeling his trembling body against yours. "I'm not going anywhere," you promise, not quite understanding the depth of his fear, but willing to do anything to soothe it.
You pull out your phone, keeping it hidden from his view. You've heard of this behavior before, but only in passing. It's not something you've ever thought would affect Timothee. But as you read the articles, the pieces start to fall into place. The sudden mood swings, the need for comfort, the way he's been talking in the third person about himself. It's all adding up, and you realize that you might have stumbled upon a secret he's been keeping from you. You feel a mix of concern and tenderness, a fierce protectiveness welling up inside you. You're not sure what to do next, but you know one thing for certain: you're going to be there for him, no matter what.
You scoot closer to him on the bed, tucking the blankets around his small frame. He leans into you, his breaths coming in hiccups. "Mommy," he whispers, reaching for the sippy cup in the nightstand. You take it gently, letting his stuffies take your place before kissing the top of his head, walking silently to the kitchen and filling the cup with apple juice from the fridge. It's his favorite, the kind with the little cartoon animals on the packaging, which you never understood, until now. When you finish your trip up the stairs and into the room, you hand it back to him, watching as he takes a tentative sip, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's okay," you murmur, stroking his hair. "You can tell me anything."
He takes a deep breath, his grip on the sippy cup tightening. "I had a bad day," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "And Tim... needed to be tiny.. 'twas too much." The words come out in a rush, as if he's been holding them in for a very long time. You nod, your heart breaking a little at the pain he's been carrying around. "That's okay, Timmo." you say, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Sometimes we all need to be taken care of."
You hold him as he drinks his apple juice, his eyes slowly drooping with the weight of his emotions. His stuffed tiger watches over you both, a silent sentinel of his inner child's fears. You set the cup aside and pick up one of his favorite bedtime stories, the one with the knight and the dragon. "Would you like me to read to you?" you ask, keeping your voice low and soothing. He nods, snuggling closer. As you begin to read, his breathing evens out, and his grip on the tiger loosens. You continue, the words of the story wrapping around him like a warm embrace.
The tale unfolds, a gentle lullaby of bravery and friendship. You watch as the tension drains from Timothee's body, his features relaxing into the semblance of sleep. When the story ends, you tuck the book under his arm, making sure not to disturb him. He's so peaceful now, so vulnerable. You brush a stray tear from his cheek, whispering, "Mommy loves her handsome boy, don't ever doubt that, not for a second, my prince." And with that, you pull the covers up to his chin and press a soft kiss to his forehead, watching as he succumbs to slumber, his trust in you unshaken.
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not sure if I like this very much, but you ask and shall receive <33
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mischiefinbloom · 2 months ago
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𐙚elio perlman
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'is it better to speak or to die?'
⋆⁺₊❅. the language of summer
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louilies · 4 days ago
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𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫.. 𝐏𝐭 𝟏
fluff, Elio Perlman X Fem Reader
The days that followed were different. Subtle, but different. The easy rhythm of your friendship was still there, but now, there was a charged undercurrent, an unspoken tension that neither of you dared name.
One evening, after another long swim, you both lay on the dock, damp hair dripping onto the worn wood, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of pink and orange. Elio's hand found yours, fingers intertwining without hesitation this time.
“What are we doing?” you whispered, not entirely sure if you wanted an answer.
“I don’t know,��� he admitted, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Neither did you.
That night, as the stars blinked to life above the villa, you both knew something had shifted irreversibly—something that no summer, no matter how fleeting, could take away.
The following morning, you woke to the scent of coffee and the distant sound of waves. Elio was already awake, sitting on the terrace with a book in his hands, the early sun casting a golden glow over him. You watched him for a moment, heart fluttering in your chest, before quietly joining him.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice soft and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Morning.”
He closed his book, setting it aside, and without hesitation, he reached for your hand again, as though touching you had become second nature overnight.
“I was thinking...” he started, hesitating for just a beat.
“About?”
“Last night. You. Us.” He looked up, his gaze open and earnest. “I don’t want this to just be a summer thing.”
Your breath hitched.
“Me neither.” The confession tumbled out, unfiltered and raw, and the relief in his eyes was instant, as though he’d been holding his breath.
The rest of the day was a blur of stolen glances, secret touches, and whispered promises. The line between friendship and something more had dissolved completely, and neither of you wanted to rebuild it.
As the days slipped by, the inevitable end of summer loomed larger. But this time, there was a quiet assurance between you. The kind that spoke of more than just fleeting warmth and sun-drenched afternoons.
“I’ll visit,” he promised one night, as you sat side by side on the villa's roof, watching the moon rise. “As soon as I can. I’ll find a way.”
You knew he meant it. And for the first time, the thought of leaving didn’t feel like an ending—just the beginning of something you’d both been waiting for, without even realizing it.
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m00nkissedlover · 5 months ago
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・。Sugar Rush 🍰
You've ordered: an assorted dessert tray! enjoy!
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"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!
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