#timothee gay smut

[nino-rox]

HELP!!!!

SYNOPSIS: Finished writing a really nice Timothée Chalamet fic, but I wrote it using elegant language, and now i don't know how to write/transition to smut for it - suggestions appreciated! I genuinely like the story as much as Library + Fascination [Jake] and Addicted [Byeon Woo Seok] [my best written fics], so I'm super nervous.

Wrote a really good Timothee Chalamet story, but I think wrote it so well that I'm scared to write the smut for it WHICH KILLS THE WHOLE POINT because it was a Xmas SMUT fic and now it's become this REALLY BEAUTIFUL WELL BUILT LOVE STORY and I REALLY want them to fuck BUT LIKE I CANNOT it's ACTUALLY so hard because the whole fic i used poetic elegant language not the *let's fuck language* and now i don't know how to transition this into smut BECAUSE IDK HOW TO WRITE ELEGANT SMUT. I ONLY KNOW FILTHY DIRTY SMUT WRITING, and now I'm really sad BECAUSE I WROTE THE STORY SO WELL. So now IDK what to do AND I would REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR HELP any advice is welcome ! Would u guys prefer an sfw version for now and NSFW later when I figure it out, or should I leave the smut for part 2 or like HOW EVEN WHY IS THIS SO HARD SOS . IM GONNA CRY ITS SO GOOD (IN MY OPINION, PLS DONT BE UPSET IF ITS ACTUALLY MID🤣🤣😅😅)

HELP GUYSSSSSSS SOS ! 5800 WORDS TO ONLY END UP NOT BEING ABLE TO WRITE THE ENDING IS MADDDDDDDDD :(

[allursluv]

ok. hear me out. timothée chalamet in Call Me By Your Name (2017). After the peach scene. his little “fuck.” was one of the hottest things i have ever heard. help. it might be too late rn for me to understand anything. that’s one of the only things that makes sense to me currently.

[krovscastlerpg]

Florian Hargreaves | Staff | 1,500 | Kresnik (Diligence) | Versatile

"In the darkness, look for the light."

Florian was born to a powerful witch mother and a celestial father, the perfect harmony of power and the perfect weapon to fight against the growing darkness. Florian was born to help bring balance to the world and everyone who knew of his birth swore to take his secret to their grave, which they did. In private he trained with his father and in public, he trained with his mother, to everyone outside their small village, he was a simple witch. 

As time passed, Florian got stronger and stronger, his secret was harder to keep but the villagers kept their mouths shut. He helped in his mother's potion shop and after his father was killed by the vampires, he traveled with his mother across the European continent selling medicinal herbs and potions for them to make a living on the road. Eventually, his mother passed as well and Florian continued the family business and became a skilled healer, many believing that the boy was simply a white witch. 

Florian served kings and overlords, vampires, and nonvampires with his skills. Despite his hatred of vampires, he never raised a hand to them, he helped those that came to him for help and opened up a small medical facility in Florence, Italy to help those in need. He studied all the latest medical breakthroughs and incorporated them into his practice. Building himself extensive wealth that he poured back into the community, keeping only enough so that he could live comfortably but nothing more. 

During his time as a healer, he worked on every species imaginable and he learned that an uprising was happening, just as his father had predicted centuries ago. He saw the tensions in the streets, he was dealing with more and more injuries to vampires and non-vampires, and in 1754, the Second War happened. Florian fought on the side of the faeries as expected, serving as both a healer, soldier and spy. His skill on the battlefield earned him a fearsome reputation as a skilled warrior but even his skill in battle wasn’t enough to push the faeries to victory. Vampires cemented their control of the world and Florian’s species, the Kresnik, were either enslaved or outright slaughtered, their numbers falling into the low digits. Florian managed to evade capture and fled the country, finding his way to France where he changed his name and tried to live a normal life. Despite the loss, Florian didn’t give up completely on a free world, using his charm and looks to gain intelligence about vampire movements and gave that information to the rebel groups whenever they asked for his assistance. While he was serving as a spy, Florian went to medical school and became a doctor, then opened a medical facility to treat supernaturals and non-supernaturals, moving only when he felt the vampire hunters were closing in on his location. 

Over the next 200 years, Florian served as a doctor in France, Spain, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and Portugal. Traveling across the European continent to offer aid to those that needed it. It was on his latest trip to the Italian peninsula that he heard that the councilmen from Portugal, Spain and Egypt had died under questionable circumstances. Florian didn’t know them well but had offered his medical expertise to them when they asked. On his return to Italy, he was summoned by the Councilman there, a vampire by the name of Raphael De Luca.

Florian tried his best to stay out of the limelight when it came to the Vampire Council, especially since he had fought on the opposite side during the war. In his meeting with Raphael, he was asked about his latest travels and offered a position at Krovs castle. The Kresnik sensed that this was more the councilman telling him instead of asking so he politely accepted. News of his appointment reached the ears of rebel groups who approached him and asked for his assistance once again in gaining intelligence on the Vampire Council and the occupations of the castle. 

Schools of Magic: (white magic) Animancy (expert), Transmutation / Water Magic (expert), Abjuration / Earth Magic (expert), Enchantment / Holy Fire Magic (expert), Divination / Air Magic (advanced), Evocation / Electricity Magic (advanced)

Positive Traits: Loyal, Intelligent, Diligent.

Negative Traits: Cold, Blunt, Cynical

3 turn-ons: Rough sex, body worship, degradation.

3 turn-offs: Bathroom play, Whining, boring people.

[callmelola111]

my summer of you ♡ part one

✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2   - - - -   inspo track ⭑ till there was you

synopsis: being sent to your grandparents for the summer was supposed to be a punishment, but when you came face-to-face with your neighbor, you knew it’d be quite the opposite.

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: loser!ellie williams x neighbor!reader. wc: 4k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, sexual themes but no smut (yet), mentions of religion, tense family relations, perv!ellie makes an appearance, mostly cute fluff moments with a tad bit of angst

a/n: i’ve literally wrote and rewrote so many different fic ideas, it actually was driving me insane. but finally here’s something i’m somewhat satisfied with. this will be a 2 part series so no crazy long wait, and ofc there will be smut. lollipop bit was definitely inspired by the movie hot summer nights except gay and no timothee chalamet jump scare. love you all dearly ♡~ lola

Your 2 vintage suitcases, bursting at the seams, fell to the sidewalk with a thud as you stood in front of your new home for the summer. It was an older house with light blue paneling on the sides, an expansive green lawn, and a wrap-around porch, all surrounded by a classic white picket fence.

Bolting out the front door was the most eager old woman you’d ever seen. Your sweet, sweet grandma. She wrapped you in the biggest embrace and the smell of old Chanel perfume and Jergens lotion overwhelmed your senses. The old woman continued crying out your name pestering you with 1,000 kisses. You erupted in a giggle, expressing the same sentiments of love.

The reason for your stay was less heartwarming. After you had wrapped up your first year at university, your overbearing and uber religious parents caught wind of some of the stuff you were up to while there. In their words, you were “impulsive”, “wreckless”, and “just plain stupid”. But in all actuality, you had just smoked some weed, got wasted, and hooked up with some girls.

Nothing too crazy considering it was your first year of freedom, but of course they flipped and decided banishing you to your grandparents for the summer would be best. And although you were less than ecstatic about them being angry with you, the resulting consequence left you anticipating the perfect summer. I mean come on… a gorgeous old house, right by the beach, home cooked meals, and no one to bother you. How could you not get excited? 

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Soon, you find yourself strolling along hot sidewalks of the small beach town, wandering into every little place that piques your interest. The first was an antique mall. You ventured through the heaps of knick knacks, furniture, and clothes, finally landing on the sweetest tea cup. It was delicate ivory with a thinly curved handle. Painted on the front; a pair of kittens adorned in pink ribbon. You then stumbled into a 50’s themed sweets shop where you purchased a single cherry flavored lollipop which landed in your mouth as soon as you walked out the door. And finally, you came across a quaint bookshop that was practically begging for you to come inside. 

Pushing the old wooden door open you entered, followed by a small melodic bell announcing the new presence. This caught a young individual's attention. Revealing her collection of freckles and short auburn hair, the girl looked up from behind the mahogany counter to greet you. The employee's smile was adorably toothy and the evening sun leaking through the windows made her practically glow. Your eyes remained locked on the girl's face for a little longer than you’d like but it was worth every second. 

Candy in hand, you toured the towering shelves of tattered books and baskets of old magazines, not really knowing what you were looking for. And still considerably distracted by the dreamy woman manning the front desk. That is until a loud creak of the floorboards stole you from your reverie and left you face to face with the culprit of these thoughts.

“Hi- uh, did you need help finding anything today?” she questioned, giving you a slow look up and down.

“Hmm I’m not sure yet,” you took a long pause to regain a little sense of decorum, “Got any recommendations for me Ellie?” Her eyes went wide in confusion before you gestured to the silver plate pinned to her shirt, pointing out the obvious. “Your nametag hun.”

“Oh, right” she looked down sheepishly at the pet name, “Ummm let me think…” Her voice trailed off again and you popped the sticky, red lollipop back in your mouth to fidget with as she took a beat to think. After compiling a few books in her mind Ellie opened her mouth to speak but god was it hard. Your intent sucking had her in a trance.

“I think you-you’d probably- like…” Ellie wanted to keep talking, she really did, but your plump lips engulfing the red little ball was extremely distracting. She watched as your spit pooled at the upturned corners of your mouth and coated the hard candy. Every thought she had left her except what her lips would look like wrapped around something else. You took note as her pupils slowly dilated at the simple action and decided to have some fun with the awkward girl who you’d obviously left in a trance.

“Did you want a taste?” Ellie took some hard blinks in disbelief and some reproach, not realizing how conspicuous her stares must have been.

“Uh- like of your…” She pointed and you hummed in confirmation, holding the thin white stick at its base, hovering the candy just inches from her mouth. 

“Come onnn, I don’t bite… not unless you want me to.” Ellie’s quick and hot breaths of anticipation tickled the little hairs on your knuckles and you knew exactly what you were doing to her. Eventually she dove into your sweet offer. First with a flat tongue, then her whole mouth closing in on it. The crimson disappeared into her cavity and you twisted at the stick connected, sending an odd sensation across Ellie’s tongue. You quickly snatched it back out and plumpted it back in between your own red stained lips, leaving the girl a flustered mess.

“So what about that book?” you inquired, voice laced with a preformative innocence. 

She shook her head to focus, “Uh- right, how about The Bell Jar? Sylvia Plath?”

“That’s actually perfect. It’s been on my list for months now. Which shelf?”

“If you want… I uh, actually have a copy that you can borrow for free.”

“Actually yeah, I’d love that. Thank you.” You gave Ellie a warm smile that sent millions of butterflies through the pits of her stomach, and honestly yours too. She then disappeared to the back with a flash of her green eyes before returning holding a small book bursting with colored tabs.

“Here- I like to annotate,” she chuckled bashfully, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Even better.” Ellie blushed at every word you spoke, sending a nervous hand back to scratch at her neck. “Well, thank you for this. I do have to get home but um- I promise to return it as soon as I’m done.” You shook your clasped hands at her like a praise and departed leaving nothing but a trace of your luscious perfume.

Ellie remained awestruck, replaying that whole scenario back again and saving it for later. Selfishly she wished for you to finish the book in just one night. She couldn't help but miss your pretty face already. And after being the only thing on her mind for the rest of the night, she wasn’t sure how long she could wait to see you again. 

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That evening after Ellie’s shift she retreated to her bedroom with plans to remove you from her thoughts. Controller in hand, she maneuvered through some first person shooter game but lost every round due to her lack of focus. This was frustrating and she went to light some incense hoping to clear her head with a different approach. The brown, bergamot scented stick caught fire before cherrying at the end leaving a trail of smoke behind. Ellie followed it with her eye’s, gaze passing by her window and quickly retreating back as she spotted something out of the ordinary.

The neighbor's familiar window positioned right across from her own was usually shrouded in curtains, hiding the empty bedroom. But today she could see right in, and even better, there was someone just behind the glass. She inched in closer to get a better look and watched as the girl lay on her bed, ass up, feet kicking in the air. Ellie assumed she was talking on the phone from observing her bouts of giggles, but it was hard to tell. Even harder to decipher was who this mystery woman was. Every little mannerism felt oddly familiar and it was driving Ellie crazy. Could you just get off the phone already and turn around?

Yes, you. Who eventually wrapped up the call with your best friend where you had spent 30 minutes gushing about the 5 minute interaction you had with Elllie. “I just have to have her!” you raved through the telephone line, “in fact, I neeeddd her!!” 

Night had completely fallen at this point and as so you rolled out of your lying position and peeled off your shirt to change into pjs. You did it right in front of the window too, unknowingly giving Ellie a show. 

Next door, the girl's jaw was slack and bottom lip red from her harsh bite. Ellie stared lustfully at your soft seeming skin and gorgeous curves. After getting a better glimpse of your face she knew exactly who you were. And once your top started coming off there was no chance she was looking away now. That is… until she got caught.

As soon as you saw a flash of freckles across the way you dashed to the window almost getting a rug burn from the maneuver. With tits out, (well in a sheer lace bra, so practically out) you slide open the white trimmed aperture and give Ellie the most eager wave, shouting her name along with it. The girl could barely pull herself together as she hesitantly opened up her own window. Was Ellie about to get exiled for being a perv or were you feeling forgiving tonight?

“Ellie?! What the fuck?? Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon!!” You shouted with excitement like a child on Christmas.

“Hi-” she halted her greeting, “wait, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh, it’s ____”

“S’pretty name… I’m glad to see you again.” 

“Oh I bet you are. Saw you watching me change Els.” Really you didn’t mind, but something about teasing her got you off.

“Fuck- no, no. I- I wasn’t trying to, just was getting a better look to see if it was actually you. Please don’t be mad, I really am sorry!” You had left her a stuttering mess.

“No need to say sorry,” with a bat of your eyelashes you eased her worries, “you liked what you saw… right?” 

The girl squirmed, “Uhh…”

“It’s okay, you can say yes Ellie.” And she quickly did, making the cockiest smirk grow on your face. But, you weren’t an easy girl and you planned to tantalize Ellie with subtle passes until the both of you could hardly resist. So you quickly retreated, wishing Ellie a good night before sealing the window and swiping the curtains shut. 

The girl was left a hot mess after it all but trust and believe she had a good night. One with her hands between her thighs and your newly learned name falling from her lips.

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The next morning you catch the emerald-eyed girl outside mowing her lawn and take this as the perfect opportunity to play some more mind games.

Slipping into the skimpiest bikini you could find, you scampered into the front yard “to tan”. The green lawn tickled the bottoms of your bare feet before you laid out a red and white striped towel to lounge on. Stomach down, facing towards Ellie, the sun beamed on the expanse of your back. Heart shaped sunglasses hugged your face and shielded your eyes as you admired the pretty girl.

She was dressed in some long cut-off jorts and a black wifebeater tank. A newly lit cigarette hung from her mouth carelessly. You loved the way her pec would flex with each push and pull of the mower. Lines of sweat racing down her arms and neck, illuminating every small vein. And god, when she tilted her head up to exhale a puff of smoke, it drove you wild. 

Your presence had not gone unnoticed though and neither had your cherry printed swim bottoms that were riding up your cheeks. Ellie continued mowing the lawn but was essentially butchering it, too busy staring at you out of her peripherals. She continued passing over the same barren spots of grass over and over, trying to get a better look of the angel laying just on the other side of the fence.

She’d pause mid push every time you’d reposition yourself just so she could see the little recoil of fat that was your plush thighs and heart shaped ass. Her cigarette had yet to leave her mouth after the first few exhales and your prompt arrival. A long build up of ash was begging to slip off the end and at this point she was just mowing little nubs. The yard was a patchy mess and so was she. This mess escalated as soon as she saw you marching to the edge of the fence straight towards her.

Approaching Ellie you planted your elbows on two white posts that stopped at your torso. You shouted out to the sweaty girl, waving her in your direction and she immediately scurried over like an obedient puppy.

“Whatcha smoking?” you questioned, causing Ellie to remember the all-ash cigarette, now between her fingers, being rid of its debris.

“Shit, I’m sorry- do you not like the smoke? I can stop, seriously.” She put out the remaining butt frantically in attempts at atonement.

“Lighten up Els, I don’t care if you smoke. I was just gonna ask to bum one off of you, but I only smoke Marlboros. That menthol shit gives me a headache.” She softened in relief, already pulling out a fresh one just for you.

“That’s crazy, I’m the same exact way. Here, it’s all yours” Ellie attempts to put the cigarette in your hand but you part your lips instead, requesting a different placement. She happily fulfills your request and follows with a silver, square shaped lighter. The flame catches at the end as you take a big inhale, blowing it to the side.

“Thanks, you have no idea how much I needed that. I’ve been cold turkey over here at Grams. Couldn’t even sneak a smoke from her either, she swears by Newports. Truly disgusting if you ask me.” You rolled your eyes, rambling on about your stay and Ellie just listened. She tried piecing together your story from the little tidbits you mentioned but still struggled to understand how you ended up here.

“So you’re just staying with your grandparents for the summer?”

“Yeah pretty much.” you answered nonchalantly.

“How come though? I’ve never seen you here until now. Trust me, I would’ve noticed a pretty girl like you.” she blushed.

“Oh yeah? You think I’m pretty?” you taunted, completely ignoring the question at hand. You weren’t sure how ready you were to spill those beans yet. Ellie gave off such an awkward loser vibe that left you questioning how much of you the girl could really handle. I mean, it seemed like you were already too much for your own parents and beginning to piss off the elders too. And speak of the devil, they arrived home just in time to steal you from Ellie’s company. 

“Babygirl, what are you doing bothering the neighbors?” your grandma called out, making you turn all hot and embarrassed in front of Ellie. Up until now you had managed to keep up the perfect cool girl vibe. The thought that Ellie might not be enjoying this as much as you perceived had never even crossed your mind. But now that it had, your confidence was knocked down a notch. 

“Grams-” You turned to excuse her politely but were cut off before you even got the chance.

“Is that a cigarette young lady?” 

“Umm.. yes…” you hesitated before swiftly putting it out on one of the wooden posts.

“Now where did you get a thing like that?” she prodded, arms crossed. Your eyes glanced over to Ellie but you decided to lie, knowing how your grandparents would react. You’d rather get into trouble than risk losing access to your new favorite girl.

“I swear it was just rolling around in one of the dresser drawers upstairs. I shouldn’t have taken it, but I did and I’m really really sorry. Please can we not mention this?” 

The old woman took a beat to consider your request, “Fine. But hand it over, I need a smoke, the ladies over at bingo this morning were driving me absolutely crazy.” You passed over the cigarette and thanked her and the heavens for sparing you. If your parents found out about any more wrong doings, you knew you’d be done for good, and deep down you believed that Grams had recognized the same threat.

Just over the fence, Ellie had witnessed the whole thing and was left even more intrigued. All this over a cigarette? Mention what to who? But just as she was exiled out of the conversation, Ellie was quickly brought back in.

“So hun, you seem pretty handy if I’m not mistaken.”

“Uh, yes ma’am I guess I am.” Ellie fidgeted, not sure where this conversation was going. Hoping not to get scorned by the wrath you had brought on from the whole cigarette debacle. 

“Well, we’ve got a couple of loose fence posts around the perimeter. I’ve been pleading with my husband to get it done but the old fart can hardly handle walking the block, let alone hard manual labor. You think you could help us out? I’ll give ya 50 bucks for it.” Ellie looked at your grandma, then you, and back to Grams again. 

“Sure, but I don’t need your money. I’ll happily do it free of charge.”

“Well mighty me, thank you very much!” your grandma elated, nudging at you to give thanks as well. You smiled at the girl and then mouthed a little sorry, feeling bad for wrapping her up in all of this. She waved you off, not thinking twice about her choice to help out. Anything to get closer to you, right?

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That evening you stood in the kitchen, occasionally grabbing out a bowl or passing over an ingredient as your grandma fixed dinner. You sipped from a tall, clear glass of lemonade and looked through the window hoping to catch a glimpse of Ellie in action. 

Noticing your staring, Grams spoke up, “Why don’t you go bring the girl some lemonade to cool off, yeah? In fact, go on ahead and invite her to dinner since she refuses to be paid. Got to say thank you somehow.” Your heart skipped a beat imagining the beautiful girl sat at the dining table.

It was almost scary, every interaction you’d had so far was just casual flirts in passing. This would be the real deal and on top of it, your grandparents would be right there with you. Very, very scary. But there was no arguing this one, so out you went with an endearing proposal and a freshly poured glass of lemonade, all for Ellie.

“Here, I got this for you. It’s homemade.” You ushered the cup forwards to sweaty Ellie and she gratefully accepted with a thank you. You then awkwardly popped the question.

“Sooo… my grandparents want me to invite you over for dinner. As a thank you.” Ellie looked up from her work again trying to read your tone.

“Do you want me over for dinner?”

“Yeah, yeah of course I do. It’s just, you know how it is with family.” You kicked at some dirt that was loosened by the yard work, voiding Ellie’s gaze. It’s not like you didn’t want to see her but how could you trust your grandparents to keep up the mystery. Flirting felt so easy when all the vulnerable parts of yourself had yet to surface.

“I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to. I’d hate to cause any problems.” You quickly backpedaled, afraid she might take your words the wrong way. 

“No, no, not at all. Please. Come. I want you there.”

“Okay, then I will be. Let me finish up out here, take a quick shower, and I’ll be over.” 

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Ellie had taken 30 minutes to come back, making it just in time. 20 of those minutes were spent just rummaging through clothes and messing with her hair, too nervous to think about punctuality. She wanted to look good for you, and even more she wanted to impress your family. 

At Ellie’s arrival you opened the door dressed in the shortest little sundress. The pale yellow complimented your skin just perfectly and Ellie wanted to tell you so bad but nerves got the best of her. All she could do was smile and turn 5 different shades of red, matching the rust colored Dickie’s and loose button up shirt that adorned her figure.

“Well, well, well… don’t you clean up nice?” You poked at Ellie’s right arm and she humored you with a shy laugh before putting her head down to shield from embarrassment. Ellie had always been somewhat of a loser but never had she ever met a girl that could leave her this much of a mess with just a few words. 

You then led her into the dining room, both of you taking a seat across from Gram and Gramps at the other end of the table. 

“We’re so happy we could have you over for supper Ellie. I know we don’t mingle much but your father and you have always been such good neighbors.” Your grandpa gushed as Grams nodded along but there was a slight lull before Ellie actually responded. Maybe the mention of her dad? You weren’t sure.

“Well, thank you for having me. It’s always nice to have some company around here.” There was something regretful in her eyes as she said it but the conversation quickly progressed past the moment, leaving you curious for the rest of the night. 

“So how’s school been going for you?” the pair asked.

“It’s been really good. Going into my second year actually.” Ellie answered, putting it simply as she knew this was all formalities and small talk. Even you were beginning to get a little bored with the dry conversation. So you decided to spice things up for the both of you, sliding off your strappy sandals to see how far you could take a game of footsies. 

“Oh wow! ____ is too! What’s your major?” Gramps continued. Your bare foot slid over to Ellie’s beat up sneakers waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. 

“I’m an en-” Her voice cut out as you creeped up the edge of her pants, rubbing on her exposed ankle. She coughed trying to recover, “I’m an engineering major.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to not let out an audible laugh.

“How wonderful!” Grams enthused, blissfully unaware. Having too much fun, you then slid your hand a chair over to drag down Ellie’s thigh and felt as she tensed up.

The conversation continued at a steady pace and you removed your hand, not wanting to take things too far. Unexpectedly Ellie grabbed it, moving your limb back to its place and keeping her own hand rested on top. A big move considering just minutes ago she couldn’t even muster up the courage to compliment your dress.

You took this as permission to proceed and a simple resting hand turned to a grabby one, gripping at her inner thigh. Teasing the girl to incomparable lengths. She eventually followed in suit, slipping a few fingers under the hem of your dress just slightly before shying away at the dinner's conclusion. And even with such little touch, you were still absolutely soaking.

If only your grandparents knew what was going on under the table.

✄ - - - -   part 2   - - - -   masterlist   - - - -   ♡

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Timothee Chalamet Character's Masterlist

Smut - ! Queer -# Song fic - *

Kyle

School Parking Lot - 1!

Lee

Keep you Around!

Ghosts - 1

Bambi# - 1, 2

Knot!#

Wonka

Whipped Cream!

The Artist and the Candymaker

Laurie

The Girl in The Basement!

Hal

King's Brat! #

The Married King !

My King, My Stepson - 1

Trying to Resist

My Goddess!

On the Throne!

The Whimper of a King!

Forbidden - 1!, 2!

Make her Finish!

Morning Person

Morning Suck!

So Close - 1,

Knives Out!

NSFW Alphabet

Paul

Thirst!

Prey!

Breeding Pet!

His Maid!

Forget the Past

Ovulating!

Skull Fuck!

I'll Take it All!

Separation Anxiety!

Elio

Everything#

I'm Not Gay#!

Glory Hole!#

Multiple Characters

Ritual !

No Nut November!

Breed Her - 1!

Zefirelli

We're Under the Same Moon

Best Friend's Brother

Multiple

Breed Her - 1!, 2! (finished)

[novashelby]

100 Things Evie would have loved if she was thriving in her prime today~

A proper ADHD diagnosis.

Fidgets-especially the rainbow colored POP ITS.

Bubble wrap.

Bubbles....

Cat cafes

90's pop

7/11 slushies

7/11 Taquitos

Timothee Chalamet

XL Woopie Cushions

Try not to laugh challenges

Converse sneakers and normal trousers...for girls.

Shake and bake chicken

Food delivery apps

Frozen fish sticks

Disney World (Tommy: I'm not standing in those lines to go down a hill and say 'weee').

Fuzzy socks

slip n' slides (Grace: please don't hurt yourself....)

Beer pong....(Tommy: I didn't send you to UNI for this...)

Winning at beer pong (Tommy: At least you won...)

Karaoke nights at the bar (Ada: Oh no....)

male strip clubs (Polly: You need a chaperone...)

The electric slide....

The YMCA (Finn: Does she ever realize she's the only one dancing!? Evie: BUT LOOK AT ME GO!)

Dance, Dance revolution (Evie: TAKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA'! Finn: It's a...machine)

ROCK n ROLL

Dance offs

SUPER SIZE McDONALDS FRIES

Bottomless wings

Eating challenges

BOTTOMLESS MARGARITAS

Pride Month

Pogo sticks

90 Day Fiance (Finn: Stop making me watch these things, please.)

My 600ib Life

Squishmallows (Tommy: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SLEEP WITH ALL THIS SHITE ON YOUR BED!?)

Getting her nose pierced (Tommy: fuckin' ell).

Her and Martha piercing each other's belly buttons (Tommy: Imma fuckin' kill you...)

Going in an airplane

Haunted houses (Finn: Stop making me do these things....)

Family Therapy (All of them: Probably advisable)

Therapy

Being able to sleep until noon (Tommy: Are you going to sleep all day? //7:00am)

Conga lines

Birth control

Pizza for breakfast (Polly: why are you eating it cold!?)

All you can eat Chinese buffets (Tommy: where are you putting it all? Evie: Right here...*pats tummy*)

Smut

gay smut

Socially acceptable fart jokes (Tommy: Wasn't very funny the first time. John: I thought it was...)

Hawaiin dinner rolls

Frozen pizza

Among Us

Family movie nights

Trivia night at the bar

Putting a Furby in Finn's room (Finn: eeeww)

Putting her family members on Tinder (Arthur: Why did I bump into five women who knew me!?)

Stupid TikTok challenges

Magic Mike

Eating a whole can of whipped cream

Dong Chim up all her family's butt cracks (John: 🫨🫨🫨🫨)

Cat memes (Tommy: Evie, what does it mean when it says on Facebook...you been tagged? Oh, hey, look at that...ha-ha).

Trampoline parks

Arcades

Air hockey...

Kick Finn's ass at air hockey (Finn: 🖕🖕🖕)

Sliding across the wooden floors in fuzzy socks

Trick or Treating

Obnoxious unicorn fleece onsies

Being in control of her own reproductive health

WOMEN'S RIGHTS

Oogly eye stickers (Tommy: My poor portrait... Grace: Don't you think it's a little...obnoxious to have a self portrait in the family room? Shouldn't you have a family portrait?)

Scrunchies

Butterfly clips (Tommy: *steps on one* 🤬🤬🤬🤬)

Loud music while she drives (Tommy: *Uses Evie's Car* EVIE! My fuckin' ear drums!)

Raw Pillsbury cookie dough (Ada: You're suppose to bake it...)

Netflix...Disney Plus

Peter Kavinsky

Packaged ramen

Lactaid

Bongs

Crowd surfing at concerts

Mash pits

Jumping on hotel beds

Rock walls

Dying her hair stupid colors (Tommy: At least you look like a clown now)

Fart spray (Tommy: Why does my office smell?)

Fake IDs

Spotify wrapped

Gray sweats on men

Wearing shorts (Tommy: Evie, go put something else on, eh?)

Social acceptance of being a little chonky

Nerf guys (Finn: OW! WTF)

Limbo (how low can you go!?)

Going to a 24/7 store in her PJs (Polly: How classy...)

Fist bumps

Burping the ABCs (Polly: Very classy....

Sending stupid Snaps to the family group chat...(Tommy: Evie, where did it go?! The picture....)

Answering 'who dis?' every time Finn texts her (Finn: I'm done...)

24/7 drive throughs

[badtouchs]

badtouchs is a roleplay blog focused on gay smut involving dark/taboo subjects . don't follow if uninterested or uncomfortable | policing/hate will not be tolerated .

general info :

i'm above twenty-one years of age. i live in the bra timezone. i'm open for writing in discord, but i highly prefer tumblr (open to sideblogs, even). i'm considering a muse list - for now, characters will be made up based on plotting/thread.

interested in :

dynamics: incest, teacher/student, boss/worker, kidnapper/victim, home invader/victim, abusive husband/victim, stalker/victim, nerd/jock, cowboy/city guy, fraternity bros, cop/thug, dirty cop/victim, rock star/groupie, priest/altar boy, cruising, grindr date (goes wrong), cult leader/follower(s), stripper/customer, creep neighbor, fandom characters. settings: medieval/historical, apocalypse, disaster, supernatural, dystopian, horror/slasher, camping settings. kinks: age difference, gangbangs, cuckolding, breeding, monsterfucking, humiliation, size difference, bodily fluids, gooning/ahegao, humping, frotting, namecalling, facials, degradation, feminization, pec play, watersports, slapping, impact play. extreme: dub-con, non-con, raceplay, underage/age play, orientation play, gender play, beastility (selective), bigotry, political play. more tba.

faceclaims :

andrew garfield. adam scott. zane phillips. idris elba. chris hemsworth. chris evans. sebastian stan. jack quaid. jake gyllenhaal. trevante rhodes. froy gutierrez. richard madden. jason momoa. brandon perea. david corenswet. michael b jordan. evan mock. henry cavill. kj apa. charles melton. jacob elordi. eric dane. aldis hodge. matt bomer. jonathan bailey. jonathan groff. aaron taylor-johnson. bob morley. danny pino. andre lamoglia. carloto cotta. alexander ludwig. alexander skarsgard. bill skarsgard. michael evans behling. dylan o'brien. winston duke. lewis tan. will sharpe. theo james. rege-jean page. jensen ackles. jared padalecki. jeffrey dean morgan. chace crawford. alessandro bedetti. jon bernthal. andrew lincoln. clayton cardenas. jeremy allen white. avan jogia. dylan minnette. thomas doherty. ross lynch. lee pace. leo woodall. timothee chalamet. oscar isaac. matt barr. travis van winkle. chay suede. wagner moura. jesse williams. ricky whittle. mason gooding. jack champion. pedro pascal. ethan hawke. drew starkey. harris dickinson. joshua bassett. david harbour. milo ventimiglia. paul mescal. non-comprehensive.

banned / hard no :

writers under the age of eighteen. faceclaims under the age of eighteen. faces: most tiktokers/influencers/models. johnny depp. harry styles. noah schnapp. more tba. kinks: scat, rosebud. more tba.

[andguesswhat]

opinion of timothee dating kylie jenner? Are you going to include her in your fanfics?

I really have no clue what you are aiming at, anon 😂 do you actually want to read Timmy x Kylie smut or do you want to provoke me? I have no idea 🤣

Anyway, in GENERAL I have no problems "including" shams in my fics (as I did) if they are a part of Timmy's life and they suit the fic, which is probably never sexual though because shams are shams. Full stop.

Which doesn't mean on the other hand, I limit my writing to whether T and A are in an open relationship or extremely exclusive or if they are gay or bi or whatever.

As for Kylie Jenner tho: To be fair, I had to google her to know who she is and that wonderfully tells you how interested I am in persons like her. Like ZERO. So no, I would not include her in my writing IF they are ever more than a rumour. 😄

So much for the writing.

Feel free to ask me about my OPINION about T and his next sham IF they are MORE than a rumour 🙂

[dovchebags]

if you want a starter from a casey as a top, like this.

[dirtyflcwers]

imssg to: ex fwb

jesse: why dont you ever call me anymore huh

jesse: come ova for a drink

jesse: my managers sleep so he wont notice

[boystownhq]

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Timothee Chalamet and Alexander Skarsgard are open for application.

[scxline]

text | 💋💦

milan: i’m in class

milan: i can’t stop thinking about last night

milan: good thing no one’s sitting next to me cause i’m gonna end up touching myself

[cmbynwritingfests]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver/Elio Perlman, Oliver & Elio Perlman Characters: Oliver (Call Me by Your Name), Elio Perlman Additional Tags: i dare you, Drabble, elio and oliver, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, Gay, Oral Sex, Elio is a sweetheart, Comfort, Fix-It, CMBYN drabble, Timothee Chalamet - Freeform, Armie Hammer - Freeform, Call me by your name, Elio taking control, heat - Freeform, Smut, Some Plot, Fluff and Smut

Summary: When Oliver and Elio finally reunite, Elio dares Oliver. Starts smutty, ends happily.

[boystownhq]

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[introverted-spirit]

Pretty Boys (Part 1)

Please be gentle. This is my first time posting a fanfiction on here. 

pairing: Austin ButlerxTimothee Chalamet, Austin ButlerxReader, Austin ButlerxMale, MalexMale 

summary: two young actors meet on the set of a movie sequel. Their friendhsip gently blossoms into a passionate love affair. 

rating: 13+. Very little smut, at least not yet. Relatively no warnings. Yet. 

word count: 700ish words? relatively short chapter. 

"Alright, that's a wrap everyone, see you all tomorrow morning!" yelled out the director.

Everyone started exiting the set slowly. Austin, who had just had his breakout role as Elvis, was in the corner getting his makeup taken off by one of his assistants. She handed him a set of clothes to change into. He slowly unbottoned his costume and removed his shirt to reveal a toned, tanned physique.

It seemed like everyone was going about their business, doing their own thing, engaged in their own activities in their own little world. But somewhere, from the corner of the room, someone could not help but stare a hole through him. Not in a voyueristic way, mind you. But this someone could not help but notice Austin's body, and couldn't help but bite their lip.

Austin slid on a white V-neck tee and quickly, discreetly removed his pants. He was wearing a black pair of boxer briefs which nicely outlined his toned thighs and hefty bulge. He quickly covered that area with his cupped hands as his assistant handed him a pair of gray Nike sweatpants. He quickly slid those on, and somehow looked even better with them on than off.

The someone watching him began to sweat. They didn't know why, but they could not stop beholding his incredible body. They were embarassed, and in denial of their feelings. Suddenly, Austin glanced over in their direction to see them staring. They quickly looked down, pretending that that wasn't so. Then, they looked back up to see that Austin was still looking in their direction. He cracked a friendly smile and began to chuckle.

"Hey Timothee! What the hell you looking at weirdo?" Austin joked, shouting in the starer's direction.

"Nothing Austin, just your big beautiful eyes!" Timothee joked back, in the way that gay or bi men joke, when they don't want to be seen as anything other than straight. But deep down he meant every word he said.

Timothee Chalamet has had quite a few starring roles himself. One of them, was a gay man. But maybe it wasn't such a "role." Maybe he wasn't entirely acting.

As the set began to clear out, both Timothee and Austin slowly began gathering their things and leaving alongside their entourages.

As they both made their way to their vehicles, they exchanged their final goodbyes for the day.

"Alright man, I'll catch you later. You coming to that set party later tonight?" asked Austin.

"Yea, definitely man. 11:30 tonight, right?" Timothee asked

"You got it bro. See you there."

They both leaned in for a "man hug" followed by a "bro handshake."

After their bro exchange, they both looked each other deep in the eyes. Suddenly, their hands were cupped together, and both were panting and nervously shaking. Finally, after what seemed like a mutual decision, they leaned in for a spontaneous kiss, that lasted a good 10 seconds before Austin retreated.

Austin and Timothee looked at each other, in disbelief of what they had just done. Without his stage makeup on, you could see Austin's cheeks were rosy and bright red, as were Timothee's.

They looked around to see that both of their entourages, as well as a few other crew members had definitely seen what just occurred. Their mouths were on the floor, eyes wide open, whispers were filling the air.

"Um....Katie..." muttered Austin to his publicist, "Could you fetch some of those NDA forms we printed a few weeks ago?"

Kate promptly got to the task as Timothee and Austin akwardly stood next to each other, unsure of what to do next.

"Well, uh..umm" the two simultenously muttered out loud, awkwardly twiddling their thumbs and shuffling their feet.

"Well...I'll see you tonight, yea?" Austin muttered quietly while staring at the ground, anxiously digging his toes into the ground.

"Yea..yea sounds good." Timothee whispered back.

The two stepped into their respective vehicles with their heads down the whole way back to their hotels.

"Hey.." Timothee texted Austin

"Hey..." Austin texted back

"So........." replied Timothee

"?" Austin sent

"We should do that again soon..yea?" Timothee replied, nervously awaiting a response. What if he didn't like it? What if he felt forced? What if he thinks I'm ugly?" His thoughts raced and raced.

"I'm down. Maybe meet me in my room a little later? When the coast is clear." replied Austin.

Timothee sighed with relief, holding his phone against his chest and smiling.

"Sure. You just let me know when." he sent back.

Both men gripped onto their phones for dear life, staring out the windows of their vehicles, anxiously awaiting what was to come.

[boystownhq]

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Timothee Chalamet, Brandon Flynn, Vic Fuentes,  Ross Lynch, and Alex Turner are open.