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thebitetheapple · 3 months
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Been playing around. Lake Garda for Xmas would be peachy perfect wouldn’t it?
Happy Christmas from me 💙💚
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tandaforever · 6 months
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Hello everyone!
Welcome to the brand new Charmie Autumn Festival -- Fall in Love with Charmie. See what I did there? Lol
Let's get our collective creative (peach) juices flowing. The festival will run all of October, so if you're like me and the writing gods strike at odd times, you'll have until Halloween night. 🎃
I got this brilliant idea from the Merlin fandom and their fluffapalooza, I hope they won't mind I basically charmie-fied their idea. Big love to them.
So what's the festival about?
Need some inspo? Want some distraction? Need to read about the boys in all their sweater-wearing glory?
You got it! You'll find a list of prompts below that'll help you create awesome fanwork. Let us showcase all the amazing talent we have in this fandom.
Here are the prompts:
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Rules
Write, draw, edit and gif to your heart's content... but each fanwork must connect one prompt from each column. I mean who wouldn't want to read about a royal family of vampires who love their pumpkin spice lattes mixed with a little blood? 😆 The possibilities look endless, I know.
Are you thinking fluffy or kinky? It's all good -- the only requirement is that it must have a happy ending.
Some guidelines:
Add your fics and fanart to the AO3 collection here, which will open on Sunday, October 1 and close on Tuesday, October 31.
If you prefer to post your works on tumblr, no problem! Please use the tag #fall in love with charmie during the festival, and I'll be sure to reblog and share the love here.
For fic writers: multi-chapters are accepted, but please be sure to complete it by the end of the Festival.
If you'd like to include more than one prompt from each column, that's perfectly fine!
If you prefer to create with Elio/Oliver and CMBYN, you're more than welcome to join. The more the merrier.
I'll be adding some new prompts throughout the festival to keep it interesting. If there's any you'd like to see, send me an ask!
Feel free to share this across different platforms and reach out if you have any questions or ideas to add, I would love to hear from you.
Happy Autumn! 🍂😘
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andguesswhat · 8 months
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I knoooooow, I'm wayyyy too early... but I thought so much is going to be posted on his birthday that this will be overlooked anyway.
Feel free to read it on his birthday again... ;)
BIRTHDAY.
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The doorbell rang and something in his head told him that the ringing did not belong to the dream he was dreaming.
Armie groaned. He was still lying in bed, too sleepy and too much attached to the sweet dream he just had to be able to move or even have the will to move. He blinked dozily to the alarm clock. Who the hell rang their doorbell so early anyway? And on his birthday at that?
Their friends should know by now that this really wasn't the right time. By the way - he looked around puzzled. Where was Timmy? And why wasn’t he lying next to him? Had he run errands and forgotten the keys? Again? The doorbell rang for the second time. Sighing, Armie got up, put on underpants and a shirt, and reluctantly trotted down the stairs. It looked like someone was standing right outside the door, so it had to be Tim somehow, and Armie was already about to teach him a lesson about always forgetting his keys, but when he opened the door and Tim was standing in front of him.... something was... different. He couldn’t quite put his fingers on it yet. The curls... somehow coiffed... boyishly.
The clothes... somehow ... shabby, and actually not far from a rent boy’s.
The smile... polite. As if he was seeing him for the first time.
Plus big Bambi eyes, innocent and young... and cute, very cute... but also kinda secretly and curiously checking him out.
In summary: Puppy alert with a slutty touch.
Hmh. And then, on top, that: "Good morning, Sir! Are you Mr. Hammer?" And because Armie was still really tired, really confused and wondering if maybe he was still asleep after all and just dreaming something really weird, he just said, "Yeah." "I have a delivery for ya, Mr. Hammer!" Timmy chewed nervously on a piece of gum and handed Armie the large cake box he was holding. "Um… Thanks," Armie said and accepted the cake, because he was still pretty perplexed, besides well behaved.
One look through the clear cutout of the box told him it was a cake with lots of white cream around. "Happy Birthday Armie" was written in fondant, the letters shaped like little hammers and nails. Cute. "According to the cake it's your birthday, Sir, so please let me wish you a very happy one! All the best to you, Mr. Hammer!" Timmy grinned mischievously at him, but then immediately gulped with agitation and nervously tugged at his shirt. What the hell was this? But before Armie could formulate any thought in his head, Timmy said, "Nice house that you have, Mr. Hammer. You live here on your own?" Armie was kind of lost. Some new role he didn't know about and Timmy wanted to try out now?
"... No. I live here with... my husband." He still couldn't quite get used to the fact that Tim was now finally actually fucking officially and not just symbolically his husband. He smiled about that for a second before he added dryly, "But it seems he has something better to do, he's not here." A mini tiny grin flit across Timmy's face, so Armie could at least assume that this was his Timmy in front of him and he hadn't ended up in some freaky parallel universe.
Or had he?
Because now Timmy was all serious again and looking at him with those big big Bambi eyes, saying "Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that, Mr. Hammer. No one wants to be alone on their birthday, do they, Sir?” Armie desperately needed a coffee.
But somehow he decided to join the circus. This strange Timmy was just too cute to be disappointed, so he said with a lot of self-pity, “No. Not at all." Timmy chewed his gum twice, then said, "Maybe I could cheer you up?" Armie had to laugh. Now the penny had dropped for good and he was more than ever in the game.
“And how do you wanna do this?" he asked Tim provocatively. Timmy shrugged his shoulders shyly and bold at the same time, "I don't know."
Sure, he wouldn’t know. Armie laughed again. Man, there was something about the way Timmy looked at him. There were all kinds of things in that look. Kind of admiring and awestruck, but also kind of audacious and hot.
It wasn't like he had to complain that Timmy wasn't looking at him with desire after all these years anymore, but this pretending to not know each other…. It was hot. Fucking hot.
Added of course that Tim looked like some cute slutty twink. It certainly made Armie feel awake. And horny. And because he was really into this Timmy, he said, "You could come in? So that I'm not so alone on my birthday?" "Oh I don't know... I don't want to disturb you..." Armie laughed again. Now all innocent again. Timmy played his role really damn well.
"What's your name? I guess it's not Timmy?" he asked.
"Timmy? No, Sir, why? My name is Danny, Sir." "Okay, Danny,” Armie let all his charm play. “Would you please do me the honor of joining me for coffee so I'm not so alone on my birthday?"
For a second they just looked at each other and Armie enjoyed how he could see on Timmy’s face Danny weighing everything up, before he finally said, “Ok.”
There. Armie smiled.
“But,” Timmy continued and raised his index finger, “but just for a minute. I'm sure your husband will be back soon for your birthday and ..." He trailed off and stepped into his own house, respectful, marveling and curious as if he had never seen it before. "And what?" asked Armie to pick up Timmy’s or better Danny’s thought. "Nothing, Sir. I just don't want to cause any trouble." Armie laughed. "I'll bet you don't.” He walked into the kitchen and Timmy followed him cautiously.
“So … Danny… you're working as a delivery boy for cakes?" Armie put the cake on the table and began operating the coffee machine. "Yeah, just started.” Timmy began to tell, “Just moved to L.A. recently. Found out I wanted something different in life.... " "And what would that be?" "I... I have to be honest with you, Sir, I hope you don't mind. It wasn't easy in my hometown,.... to find like-minded people, if you know what I mean."
Cute, hot and very adorable. "And did you find what you were looking for?" Armie pushed the button on the coffee machine. "Well, I live in West Hollywood now.... Crazy place ... I'm a little overwhelmed… I’m shy, you know.... I'm still new to all this.... But I think I can feel at home there." Oh, God, there was really something special about this Danny. So innocent, so sweet, and so damn sexy. So ready to get down in the dirt. So ready for everything to explore. Just a little inhibition threshold that had to be overcome. And that was the moment when Armie decided that there were really more important things than coffee.
Like fucking this newbie here for example. Showing him all he wanted to explore. So Armie took a step toward this Danny, leaned in close, really close and said, "There's no need to be shy in West Hollywood, Danny." For a moment, just closeness and breathing, senses heightened. As if this was really their first encounter. Crazy. Really crazy. And fascinating. Fascinating as fuck. Timmy swallowed noticeably. "I'm sorry, Sir," he breathed, licking his lips. "I think I need to go now, Mr. Hammer." "And why is that?" Armie whispered in Timmy's ear, making sure his breath brushed Timmy's cheek. "Because I might have a huge boner in my pants, and I don't want you to think I'm being disrespectful or anything." Armie bit his lower lip with a grin. What an adorable little shit.
"Oh, I don't think you’re disrespectful, Danny. Besides, it's a good fit. I have a big boner in my pants too, you know." "You have?" Timmy turned his face up a little so that their lips were only inches from each other. How could those lips suddenly be so irresistible, when he'd already kissed them countless times? "Yeah, I have.” Armie murmured. “And it craves for attention. Do you want to feel it?"
Another swallow. "If you want me, too, Sir." Fuck, where was all this tension coming from? His whole body was tingling. "Yes, I want you to. Come on, touch it, Danny. Feel my big cock." Tim slowly reached out and felt Armie's hard cock. He swallowed immediately, as if feeling Armie's boner for the first time and being impressed about its size. This little motherfucker. "Do you like what you feel?" "Yes, Mr. Hammer..."
God, Armie was hard as a rock from all this shit. "But I was just wondering ... Sir." "What are you wondering?" Armie asked darkly.
He was enjoying all of this way too much. "I was wondering how it would - . But like I said, I’m new to this, Mr. Hammer." Timmy's voice was no more than a huff. "How about you just try it ..." Armie's fingers were sliding over Timmy's cheek, over his lips, feeling the soft flesh, but he resisted the temptation to kiss them, the tension was just too hot. He didn't want to break that. "I'd like that, Mr. Hammer. I'd love to try, Sir." And then Tim slowly knelt down while Armie put down his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Tim swallowed once more, nervously licked his lips, his eyes focused on Armie’s dick and then slowly approached it with his lips slightly parted, slowly sliding them over the swollen tip and finally taking Armie’s cock deep into his wet and hot mouth. Fuuuck!
He shouldn’t like this so much, should he?
Tim began sucking and licking on his cock while looking up at him with wide, devoted eyes, asking him silently if he was doing good, and yes, of course he was doing good! Fucking good.
"Yes, Danny, just like that, suck my dick," he assured him, moaning loudly because it felt so incredibly good. And as absurd as it was, as this was Timmy in front of him, Armie really wanted to show this Danny what it felt like to be fucked in the mouth.
"Do you like sucking cock, Danny? Do you like sucking my big, hard cock?" Tim eased off him, his lips wet with saliva. "Yes, Mr. Hammer." "And do you want to know what it feels like when I fuck your cute little mouth with my big, hard cock?" Tim pretended to be both shocked and immensely aroused by the thought and even topped the absurdity with saying, "I'd love to, but I'm not sure I can take it, Mr. Hammer?" Yes, you can, you little shit, Armie thought laughing inside, before he said understandingly, "I'll take it slow, okay?" Tim nodded sheepishly, and Armie unceremoniously grabbed his curls, causing Tim to gasp. Armie was completely fascinated by this game. How well it was working. How many times had he sunk his cock into Tim's mouth, and now he was looking at Tim, who was looking at him excited and aroused, as if he was doing it for the first time. "So open that sweet little mouth of yours for me." And Timmy did just that. Slowly Armie slid his cock into Tim's open mouth, slowly pulled it back out, figured that was actually enough foreplay now, and fucked Tim's mouth a few times until Tim almost choked and stumbled, supporting himself with his hand.
Armie knew that Tim was of course fine, but since it was Danny somehow, he asked, "Everything okay?" Tim looked at him, smiling proudly, "Yeah," And Armie could tell that the Danny in Timmy had caught fire and wanted more. So Armie once again grabbed his face and fucked his mouth a second time.
God, this was high class porn and it definitely had its effects on Armie. "I bet you want to get fucked in your tight little virgin ass by that cock too, huh?" Tim moaned at those words in response and reached for his own cock to squeeze. It was obviously craving attention as well. Armie smiled. "You've got something nice and big hanging between your legs, too, kiddo. Wanna show me?" Tim stood up, all shy but incredibly horny, fully in character.
"Go ahead, show me,” Armie encouraged him. So Timmy opened the button of his pants and when Armie immediately saw Timmy's pubic hair, it was his time to pretend to be surprised. "Oh, a nudie!" Timmy almost giggled in response to Armie's feigned surprise and the delight in his eyes was more Tim than Danny.
But immediately after, Danny was there again, taking his hard cock out of his pants, coyly but proud and horny as fuck. And god, did he look sexy! Armie grabbed Tim's cock and massaged it, making Timmy immediately moan tentatively. "Not bad, Danny. And what a beauty you have. Do you want me to suck your cock too?" Danny probably like Timmy clearly got very aroused at this thought, because the cock in his hand twitched, and Armie once again could only laugh at the whole situation. What a sweet sweet birthday surprise. He grabbed Timmy by the lower jaw, pulled him close and kissed him, kissed Tim, his husband, briefly but tenderly, just to say thank you in advance, before grabbing Danny and pushing him onto the table. "There, now let me show you what sucking cock feels like best, Danny." He slipped Timmy’s pants all the way off, forced Tim to spread his legs, to give him the feeling of being exposed, slid his index and middle finger between Tim’s lips, let Tim suck them wet, spit on his fingers for more wetness afterwards, slid them between Timmy's legs to the hole, pushed against Timmy’s entrance, steadily over the threshold, deep inside him so that Timmy had to hold his breath, encircled Timmy's throat with his other hand, felt Timmy swallow under his palm, knelt down in front of him, with his finger still deep in his ass, reaching for that sweet spot, his other hand still tightly closed around Timmy's throat, and finally encircled Timmy's hard cock with his wet mouth and swallowed it whole.
"Fuuuuck!"
Armie smiled triumphantly.
That had clearly been Timmy.
And if Timmy couldn't act anymore, then it had been good. Armie was already wondering whether Danny was now gone for good when Timmy gasped, "Sir... Mr. Hammer, that was…!" Armie laughed defeated. Ok, apparently he had to come up with something better to get his Timmy back. He sucked him, good and thorough, rubbing his finger over the sweet spot again and again, making Timmy lean back in ecstasy and start moaning unrestrained until he suddenly panted, "God, Sir. I'm close." And Armie stopped immediately.
Tim gasped for breath and looked at Armie questioningly. “Sir? Please!”
"I think you need to get fucked in your tight little virgin ass, before you come, Danny," Armie explained. “So turn around.” "But Sir..." Timmy wanted to protest, but Armie didn't listen and just turned him to the table.
“But Sir, what if…” Timmy tried again, but Armie put one of Timmy's legs on the table for good access, pressed his hand on Timmy's back, grabbed Timmy's hip with his other hand, and positioned his cock at Timmy's entrance.
Timmy groaned in anticipation but apparently still needed something to get off his chest.
“But what if your husband…!” Armie pushed slowly but steadily into Timmy, “Aaah…! Comes home …!!” spread him good, “uuuhh… !! And sees us like that?” and was all the way deep in the heat.
“Fuck that motherfucker!” Armie growled in feigned annoyance and began fucking Timmy.
“If my husband doesn't manage to be at my birthday…,” he continued hoarsely before thrusting into Timmy again, who desperately gasped for air, “he can fuck himself…” another thrust, another moan from Timmy “And if he does come home…” thrust, moan, “he’s welcome to watch. He does not need to think…” Armie thrusted once more and Timmy panted in response, “that he is the only fuckable twink in town!” and this time Timmy quickly turned away from Armie trying in vain to suppress a giggle but Armie of course noticed it anyway. And at that moment Armie felt an ache in his chest. Because he didn't feel like fucking Danny anymore, he just wanted his Timmy back.
Armie paused. His thumb caressing Timmy’s lower back. Timmy turned to him frowning. “Something wrong… Sir?”
“No” said Armie, “I just forgot something. The best part. You’ll see, Danny.”
And then Armie started sliding his hands all over Timmy's back. Very gently, kissing Timmy on the shoulders, between the shoulder blades. His hands ran through Timmy's curls, releasing the back of his neck, and Armie kissed him there, kissed him softly, his lips on soft skin, the small strands of hair tickling his nose, before he let his tongue slide down over the spine, making Timmy contract his shoulders and breathe softly. He knelt in front of Timmy's ass, embracing it with his two hands, gently kneading it while kissing the insides of the butt cheeks, right, left, softly biting them, left, right, and finally, very gently and lightly he ran the tip of his tongue over Timmy's entrance. Timmy gasped softly, his body twitching slightly, his entrance contracting.
“You want more?”
“Yeah…” just a whisper.
Armie massaged Timmy’s hole, with his thumb, with his tongue, licked and pushed inside, the hands constantly kneading the flesh of Timmy’s perfect little tush.
He went on and on, ate him out, long and lasting, and Timmy’s body writhed more and more under the experience, sensual pants and moans filling the air, the groans coming more and more from deep inside Timmy’s body. The intensity increased. Even more so when Armie also massaged Timmy's balls, licked them and pumped his cock.
“Fuck, Armie, this feels so good…” Timmy breathed.
And Armie paused again and straightened up.
“No, Armie... don’t stop, baby, please!” Timmy begged.
Armie smiled warmly. "I just wanted to say hi to my husband. Glad you came after all." Timmy turned around and chuckled sheepishly before he wrapped his arms around Armie.
“Yes, I’m here. Happy Birthday, baby!”
They kissed.
Home.
There was nothing like that feeling.
Danny was fun but this, this was what he wanted. Needed.
“Had things to do?” he asked smiling softly.
“Yeah… Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Timmy’s nose twitched while he grinned.
“No worries, I had nice company. But now I want to do something, baby. Do I have a free wish on my birthday?”
“Yeah… sure.”
"Mind if I fuck my husband now through his orgasm?" Timmy laughed, his eyes shining, his voice a soft hush. "No, I don't mind." And that's what Armie did then. Because the bottom line was that it made him happiest when he satisfied his man to the max.
Just that. With eyes interlocked, he thrust into Tim, his thighs bumping against Timmy's, getting Timmy nearer and nearer over the edge. "God, Armie...!"
Armie’s hands grabbed him mercilessly, and when Timmy’s head reared back, Armie could see how his mind slowly drifted to nirvana.
Because there were all kind of sex. There was "God, you are so fucking hot" sex, there was "I love you more than anything” sex... but now, now it was "I'm off to nirvana" sex.
Armie loved that, that he could bring Timmy there.
At first Timmy always had felt guilty when this had happened. I want to be with you when I come, he had said, don’t we need to look into each others eyes until the end?
No.
Because what could be more beautiful than to let the man you love the most feel this incredibly sensual, body and mind connecting experience of pleasure? And to be responsible for it. That was the sexiest sight ever. So he watched with the greatest devotion as Tim's slender body writhed under his touches and thrusts, loved how Timmy's eyelids fluttered as his head fell back into his neck, loved how his face contorted with lust, loved how those sexy little gasps came out of his half parted mouth, one after the other, loved how every cell of Timmy's body vibrated with pleasure, loved how his moans became more and more urgent, coming closer and closer to the edge, reaching ecstasy, until finally he came with a jerky twitch, the orgasm surging through every fiber like waves, waves, waves.
So beautiful, so incredibly fucking beautiful.
Armie came too, came in Tim, his love, his husband and wanted nothing more than this.
After he had reluctantly detached himself from Timmy, he lay down next to him on the table and just looked at him. Watched how Timmy slowly, ever so slowly, came back down here to earth from his nirvana, smiling softly as he turned to him.
Pure happiness, exhaustion and still, after all these years, shyness because he was out there, gone.
Who wouldn’t fall for that.
“Hey...”
“Hey...”
They kissed.
Soft kisses.
Sweet kisses.
Fingers touching the other.
Until Timmy’s curiosity won. "So, what did you think of Danny?" he asked eagerly. Armie laughed. "Well, … he was very cute, definitely. And hot. What more could you ask for? But I think he was an impostor." "What? Why?" Tim pretended to be indignant. "Because he acted so inexperienced and naive and then he sucked me like the sluttiest angel ever." Timmy giggled the cuddliest giggle existing. "Maybe he's just a natural." "Maybe. He had a very nice cock though. Thought about letting him fuck me. But I wasn’t sure if you agree to that.”
“If you like him. I would let you. Maybe he comes back some time.”
“Maybe.”
Timmy opened the box of cake beside him, stroked two fingers over the cream of the cake and held his coated fingers in front of Armie's mouth, who immediately accepted the invitation and licked the cream off. "I was actually expecting, the cake would have an entrance as well,” Timmy said and took another dollop of cream from the cake and shoved it this time into his own mouth. “Sorry, I kind of only had eyes for Danny,” Armie apologized. “But I can make up for it later if you want.“
Timmy bit his bottom lip, grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy.
Once again Armie realized he would never get over the sweetness of his man.
Also, it was not to believe that he was so horny for him again.
And it was the greatest pity that Timmy’s birthday was not until December.
Because he could hardly wait that this time it would be him to ring the doorbell.
And when Timmy would open the door, he would say: "Mr. Chalamet? Here's the hammer you ordered. I hear you have a big pipe to lay? "
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coloradocharmiegirl · 4 months
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Chapter 39 here--New 11/26/23
Summary:
Timmy's idyllic morning ends as he steps through the classroom door, setting in motion a confluence of expectations, assumptions, and just plain bad luck that threatens everything that had seemed so sure just hours before, leaving Armie blindsided at the worst possible time.
Excerpt:
His eyes fell on the metallic blue key hanging from his ring and he could barely swallow, his food suddenly tasteless and dry. How was it that only a few hours ago he’d sat right here, thinking about his and Armie’s life together to this point and all that the future could hold, so anxiously happy about moving in together? And now?
Now he didn’t see how he could.
How could he live with someone he couldn’t trust?
Deep down in his heart, he knew he couldn’t.
His chest felt tight as he pondered–how could he have been so wrong? He thought…
Well, it didn’t matter what he thought he knew, did it?
As a doctor, he’d been trained to see what was in front of him, not to rely on what people said. People lied, for all sorts of reasons.
He just hadn’t thought Armie would.
Or start from the beginning here
Hello! For all of you still hanging around, thank you! I'm sorry this has taken so long, but it's an important chapter to me, and it deserved special care (as well as just being somewhat emotionally hard to write.) For those of you who love angst--this is for you. But please remember--this story has a happy ending. I promise.
Much love, CCG 💙 💚
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pallojaketjux · 5 months
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Halloween ficlet
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This is for the Fall in love with Charmie Autumn Festival.
Written without much thought, so beware.
My prompts were: coffee shop, soulmates, pumpkin spice latte (i know hah)
Spiced
Summary:
The sickly sweet aroma of coffee and sugary baked goods hits Timmy's nose when he slips into a café near Washington Square Park.
It's one of those places with second-hand furniture and mismatched cups, where everyone is reading The New Yorker. Or pretending to anyway. Today it's also decked out for Halloween–real pumpkins sitting on the counters and little cut-out Draculas hanging from the lamps.
Timmy's nostrils flare as he tries to keep his features schooled.
Coffee? Yuck.
Sugar? Yuck.
Cupcakes? Don't even. 
Happy Halloween! Thanks for organizing this @tandaforever <3
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theseshipsshallsail · 6 months
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So, I wrote a little thing for Fall in Love with Charmie.
Dedicated to @tandaforever for organising this little fest, and @valgal78 for making me aware of it.
Prompts are CMBYN promo era - hurt/comfort - the sweater of love. (Though lets be honest, this all stemmed from one particular line like usual) 🧿❤️
No sweaters were harmed in the making of this fic, and all🦎go unmentioned and irrelevant as they should be.
UNDER AND OVER (AND EVERYTHING IN-BETWEEN)
There’s a low, droning vibration stemming from the walnut coffee table; his mobile, he assumes, long-since ignored within the pocket of his discarded jeans. A lone sock dangles accusingly from the overhead light fitting: a fate reminiscent of the boxers draped over the dresser mirror. Some might be shocked, he’ll admit, at his lack of designer deference, but Armie’s tracksuit is likewise abandoned on the hotel carpet, and Tim…
…well.
Tim couldn’t care less for wrinkled McQueens when the other man’s clutching his naked waist like his life depends on it.
When the telltale creaks of the king size mattress are all but smothered by the hiccupped moans spilling from his desert-dry lips.
When the searing heat gathered at the base of his spine is a fail-safe indicator he’s about to come untouched: the relentless drag of Armie’s cock against his screaming prostate making his balls draw tight in preparation.
And perhaps he says some of that out loud, because Armie surges upright with a shaky nod, a mottled flush extending from his hairline to his beautifully bare chest as he crushes their mouths together. Tongue delving rough and possessive: claiming him twice over.
It’s been weeks since the promo ended. Since they were on the same continent, let alone the same bed. Tim needs him like he needs his next breath - crazy as the thought may be - and starved of such contact by dint of their hectic schedules, a limited diet of filthy text messages and late night video calls only served to fan the flames. 
The connection they forged that dreamlike summer refuses to fade. They’d both fallen irrevocably. Hard and heedless: regardless of the pain. But here and now there’s nothing to stand between them. Nothing else beyond the suite’s four walls. Tim’s entire world hinges on the salty tang of Armie’s collarbone - the scratchy stubble tickling his temple - the dizzying rush of blood hurtling through his quicksilver veins, and for all that he finds himself drowning in the intimacy, it doesn’t stop him from craving more.
It never does.
Never will.
That said, an actor’s life is one of flexibility: adapting to the changing tides. Inspiration strikes in a blink, and flashing a salacious grin he reaches behind him, snagging the soft grey sweater he’d stripped from Armie’s body not twenty minutes earlier; sighing in bone-deep contentment when the lingering scent of herbal shampoo and expensive cologne envelopes his arms and torso in a familiar, woollen embrace.
Saccharine, maybe, but when Armie burst in on a routine piano lesson - drawing him into a love unforeseen - the quirks and insecurities he’d spent years repressing soon became free. 
Accepted. 
Wanted and explored. 
Half the pleasure is knowing what this does to you. Knowing you like seeing what it does to me, Armie told him once, drunk on the build moreso than the wine, so it’s no surprise when his partner simply smirks in return, brows knit in fond amusement as he nuzzles the droopy collar.
“Don’t think I’m complaining,” he murmurs, the raw urgency of before notably absent. “But what happened to pants off, Hammer: no clothes ‘till Thursday?” 
He has a point. A damned good one, at that. Yet -
“I want to feel you surround me, even when you’re inside me,” Tim replies, leaning forward to kiss him for all the times he couldn’t. “I want to smell you on my skin, even when we’re apart...”
“Fuck…”
“You’re mine,” Tim says, wrapping the sweater’s cuff around his sensitive glans. “And I’m yours,” he declares, smearing it with the sticky pearls. 
Armie’s eyes grow glassy as he realises his intent, and keeping him pinned by cock and stare alike, Tim proceeds to pick up the pace; leaving him in no doubt that sooner or later, the rest of the world will know it too.
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dalyankiz1981 · 3 months
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Penned a little one-shot (which is mostly my thoughts) centred around Timmy and Armie having a convo about Wonka. Some other things may have slipped in too… 🤭
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lfg1986-2 · 9 months
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Uh…hi. 🙃
Here, have an update absolutely no one was asking for but that I felt very strongly about following through on as a way to give myself some closure after 3 years of it haunting the fuck out of me. I felt I owed it to myself to give these boys their happy ending finally, so here’s the first of the last 4 chapters of Rewrite The Stars. I’m planning to post them all within the next two weeks, for reasons which will be explained when I post the final chapter. So for anyone waiting on updates for I’m Still Hurting or The Chaos of Stars…they are coming, I promise. It’s my hope to work on both of those alongside posting these chapters, but I’ll have to kinda play it by ear on that. If I can do it without sacrificing my physical and mental health, then I will. I greatly appreciate your patience as I bring this ghost of fics past to a place of rest and peace (at least for myself lol).
I hope you enjoy 💖
Rewrite The Stars Chapter 8
(Now with a new graphic!)
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Another poster I made for a FanFiction. One of my favorites. Written by the one and only @onlyastoryteller
🌴 ISLA DESEO
👉🏻 Summary:
“Timmy wins a vacation on a brand new resort island, and invites Armie along. The catch? It's a couples-only resort, and they are definitely not a couple, no matter how much Armie wishes they were.”
It got more than 1,000 kudos! This is a must read.
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bartbarthelme · 1 year
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New Fic: And all I wanted was a shimmer in your shine.
Armie ends up as Timmy's realtor. They totally don't fuck in houses they don't own and they absolutely don't fall in love.
Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3. | Chapter 4. | Chapter 5.
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douglashal · 6 months
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It makes me so sad that so many Armie / Timmy fanfictions were never updated and recently some were abandoned.
Fanfics give me life and I am sorry if any author gets upset with me for saying this. Not my intention. Just really want to compliment all of you on your excellent works. And to say that I really appreciate all you did. And that I strongly hope I am wrong, that nothing has been abandoned and you are all going to update any time soon.
🙏🏻
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thebitetheapple · 5 months
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NEW FANFIC 🚨
Here it is - my first Oleever fic. Yep, it’s a CMBYN/Bones & All mash up. Read the tags, read the notes. Enjoy!
AO3 LINK HERE
A reblog would be much appreciated ♥️
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tandaforever · 6 months
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Hi everyone 🤗
It's Week 2 of the Charmie Autumn Festival!
As promised, here are some bonus prompts! Feel free to mix them with the prompts I posted last week.
Main prompts, guidelines and link to the ao3 collection can be found here.
ICYMI: Check out @theseshipsshallsail's fic contribution here!
Have fun! 🍂
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andguesswhat · 6 months
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Just a quickie. Actually for @zuzla33, because she helped me to get sweet dreams. But I don't know if she even wants it 😅
Stay strong!
Of vegetables and fruits
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Armie was in the vegetable and fruit section at a fine little supermarket in a mall when his cell phone rang.
Timmy.
"Hey babe..."
A deep groan greeted him. "Hhhm, Armie, mmm, please talk dirty to me.... nghh." Okayyyy, Tim was clearly jerking off.
Armie took a second. Looked around. Lots of people around him, the walk to the car too long.
"Armie, hhm, please... I need you... ahh."
Uhm yes, but really not right now.
"I miss you Armie..." Another groan on the other side of the line, begging and desperate.
Armie sighed. Okay, okay. He looked around and walked towards the fruit display.
"Uhm... I was thinking about bringing you some peaches.... They look really good, you know.... Really ripe, but firm... and uhm a bit tiny, but very tasty looking, you know.... And um... juicy, soft skin, but really juicy... and I'd really like to.... um take a bite of one right now, you know...."
"Hhm! Yes, Armie... More!"
"Aaaand... oh look, this one has a big.... notch... I can slide my thumb over it..."
"Ah!"
"Well, I really wish I wasn't standing in a supermarket right now, but ... um... somewhere else ... so I could ... could put my mouth on it ... And uhm" Armie turned a little, whispered, "... and could lick it."
"Yes, Armie! More..."
More, more… okay...
"I want your dick, Armie."
That, too. Okay… Armie continued to look around. This was getting a little stressful here.
Okay, okay... zucchinis, carrots, there.
He walked toward the vegetable display.
"Oh yeah, that's right, I was supposed to bring aubergines. Oh, those aubergines look good. So plump and big and so ready...to...um put them in the ...um oven?" Oh man, this was ridiculous. Armie shook his head with a laugh.
"Yes, Armie, fuck me with your big aubergine! God, I'm so close..."
But apparently not quite there yet. Armie looked around again. And went back to the fruit display.
"I thought I’d bring some bananas, too. Wow, they're almost as big as the eggplants. They really look incredibly delicious. Did I ever tell you what I did with one of those really uhm... ripe bananas?"
"God, Armie, I'm so close!" Timmy's moans grew louder and louder, and Armie was beginning to worry that the whole supermarket was listening in.
"Okay, so I took the peeled banana and squeezed it, really hard, so that the thick. juicy. juice. just squirted into my mouth..."
"Aaaaah-"
The call was disconnected.
Hmm.
Armie looked around. None of the people seemed to be staring at him, which was a good sign.
But somehow he was a little lost now.
What was he shopping for again?
Peaches, eggplants, zucchini, was there anything that didn't make him think of Timmy in his hotel room now?
He stood a little indecisive between vegetables and fruit when his cell phone rang again.
"Hey, babe," Timmy chirped contentedly in his ear, "sorry, came on the button... I mean, my finger, not..." Timmy giggled.
Armie smiled. Sleepy, giggly Timmy. He missed him.
He was glad Timmy was feeling a little better. The last few days had been bad, phone calls Timmy wouldn't take, phone calls that left a stale feeling because Armie couldn’t help. Then yesterday they had finally had a good conversation. And today...
"How are you?" asked Timmy.
"Well, I'm standing in the supermarket with a boner, so nothing unusual..."
Timmy laughed again. "I'll make it up to you on the next call! Have you seen my t-shirt today? Death Trip?"
"Tyler pointed it out to me."
"Man, and you are my husband, I can't believe it!"
Armie rolled his eyes but smiled.
"Did you mean me or you by that?" he asked.
"Us both…“ was Timmy’s serious reply. „But we get through this, don't we?"
"Yes." He wished he was with Timmy now. "I'm glad you're better."
"Can't wait to see you."
"I sent you the usual dick pics later."
Timmy laughed. "Or one with the banana."
"Up my ass or...?"
Timmy laughed even harder. "Miss ya and love ya."
"Same, just more."
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coloradocharmiegirl · 6 months
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Chapter 38 here--New 9/17/23
Summary:
Armie finishes a long shift and arrives home in the morning tempted to snuggle up and just sleep beside the tangle of dark curls and long limbs in his bed. Timmy has other plans though. Afterall, it is their first private moment since realizing it had been their two-month anniversary the day before.
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Armie thought about his life now, how in just a few minutes he’d gaze at those eyes as they slowly pulled open in response to his slipping into bed beside their owner. The sense of Timmy overwhelmed him as he pulled into his drive, imagining the long tangle of limbs and radiant warmth awaiting him, wrapped in Armie's sheets and filling the air with his uniquely-Timmy scent. Armie turned off his truck, a gentle arousal stirring in his body as he envisioned pressing his lips to Timmy’s neck in his mind’s eye. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then dragged them back open, lest he be drawn into sleep. Armie knew he could sleep when Timmy headed off to training. Right now he had better things to do.  
Or read from the beginning here.
Hi all! This isn't as long as my usual, but the rest of what was going to be this chapter was full of angst, and I just didn't feel like writing that right at the moment. Therefore, you get this now. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you enjoy.
And since I don't have a regular schedule, I'd sincerely appreciate your reblogs, just to let people know. Thanks!
💙 💚 CCG
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pallojaketjux · 8 months
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Ficlet!
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We all loved Timmy's little basketball practice. So did Armie.
This is mostly written by @imsohammered. I just added some bits.
Obviously 100% fiction.
Oh, and I don't know where I got this photo. I have a folder called Pretty Things and that's where it was. If you recognise it as your edit or post, please tell me. :)
Edit: Explicit
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"I'm back!"
The cool air is a welcome relief on his overheated skin after the stifling July heat of New York. He kicks off his shoes and throws his keys onto the small table next to the door, pads into the living room. Smiles.
"Hey."
Armie sets  down the book he's holding and looks up, his eyes warm.
"Hey. Did you have fun?"
Timmy grins, pushes sweaty curls behind his ear.
"Yeah! I thought I'd grab a shower and maybe we can head out again. Meet up with the–"
He doesn't finish because Armie gets up off the couch, walks up to him and pulls him into a soft kiss.
"Sounds good," he murmurs against Timmy's lips. "But not the shower. I kind of like you like this."
He kisses Timmy again, tasting the sun and the salt on his lips, slips his hands under a damp shirt and drags his fingers up the slick, heated skin of his back.
Timmy laughs into the kiss, tries to pull away.
"Mmh–wait– I'm all gross and sweaty. I need to–"
Armie ignores the protest, yanks Timmy's t-shirt up and tugs it over his head, leaving his hair a mess.
"But I like it." He drops the shirt on the floor. "You should go and play more often."
Timmy laughs, backs away. "Noo–" but Armie is on him quick, pins him against the wall.
"Yes," he whispers, presses his face onto Timmy’s neck and licks the salty skin, bites down gently. Loves it when he feels Timmy’s breath hitch. 
"Armmmhh–"
It doesn't take much. Armie presses himself against Timmy from chest to crotch, presses his thigh between Timmy's legs. It doesn't take much slow grinding before he feels Timmy getting hard in his shorts. He drops to his knees and presses his face into Timmy’s crotch and inhales deeply. Timmy squirms but it’s a losing battle.
"Seriously–I'm–let me just quickly go and–"
Armie just hums a no, runs a hand up into the leg of Timmy’s flimsy shorts and  grabs his dick through his boxer briefs. Armie nuzzles into one side of his crotch while feeling up his hard length inside his shorts.
“Fuck–" Timmy half laughs, half swears, his fingers finding Armie’s hair. Armie is completely lost in his scent, but when he hears Timmy whine above him he reaches up and easily pulls Timmy’s shorts and underwear down his thighs exposing his very hard cock, that’s leaking from the tip.
Armie tastes him a little, just licks at the tip and Timmy's head falls back against the wall with a thud, his eyes squeeze shut and all thoughts of going to shower disappear.
"Look at me."
The sound of Armie’s voice demanding him to look down at him sends a thrill through his body making his cock ache and twitch against Armie’s tongue. When their eyes meet Armie takes him into his mouth. Tasting the saltiness of his skin and the musk from his trimmed back pubic hair as he slides his lips down all the way to the base of his cock.
"Ohh—" The moan escapes Timmy’s lips again as he struggles to keep his eyes on Armie whose gaze is heated and knowing, the feel of his mouth is so exquisite and familiar. Then Armie slides his palm up Timmy's hip and stomach. Timmy shudders from the contrast of hot touch and the cool air of the room on his skin, tries to stay still, tries not to push his hips forward. All he can do is watch Armie take his mouth off him, grabbing Timmy’s cock in his free hand and licks from the top of his pubic hair all the way up to his belly button, the taste is salty and musky and Armie let’s a groan slip passed his lips as he strokes Timmy cock slowly.
Timmy jerks and gasps from the assault on his sensitive skin. Biting his lip, he suppresses a moan, his fingers scraping the wall behind him. Armie's tongue on him makes him shiver, his huge palm moving just the way Timmy loves it. He’s already close, his cock leaking even more from the slide of Armie’s fist. 
"Fuck that’s good. Wanna come into your mouth–please–" he pleads.
The precum leaking from Timmy’s cock aids in the slide of Armie’s hand, up and down, squeezing a bit each time he reaches the base. “So needy. I thought you wanted to go and shower,” Armie teases, and looks up at Timmy as he takes one of his balls into his mouth and tongues it gently.
Timmy's head snaps back and thuds against the wall, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck!"  He spreads his legs as much as his shorts around his knees allow. "Yeah,yeah–just please–gonna come–”
Armie hums around Timmy’s ball, then lets it drop from his mouth. He chuckles as Timmy squirms beneath his touch. He flattens his tongue along the thick vein on the underside of Timmy’s cock and licks from base to tip tasting his slightly sweet precum. He could keep going like this, but Timmy is practically begging him now, and Armie’s never been able to deny him anything. He takes Timmy back into his mouth, lavishing attention to the sensitive head before sliding down further, until Timmy’s cock is touching against the back of his throat.
Timmy loves  getting his dick sucked, who doesn’t? But Armie's mouth is always too good for him to last more than a minute. Not only is he amazing--the perfect slide of his tongue and the hot, wet heat of his mouth around Timmy is better than he'd ever had with anyone. Like he knows exactly what Timmy needs before he does. But it isn’t only that. It is because it is Armie. His Armie. All his. 
Timmy doesn’t even try to stop the sounds he is making now. He knows the moment he opens his eyes and looks down, he's going to come. Seeing Armie on his knees, his lips stretched around Timmy, his hair a mess and his eyes trained up is always too much. Timmy tries to hold off for a few more seconds, wave after wave of pleasure rocking his whole body, but soon he has to look, has to see, and when their eyes meet again, he chokes back a cry and comes so hard that his vision blurs and his knees buckle.
With his lips nearly touching the base of Timmy’s cock, Armie moans when he feels his mouth fill with hot, salty cum. He swallows every drop, savoring the taste. Armie hears Timmy’s ragged breathing from above him, and feels the muscles in his abdomen tremble. He pulls back slightly till just the head of Timmy’s cock is in his mouth and he sucks a bit more, his tongue sliding over the frenulum making Timmy gasp and grip his hair. 
“Oohh ff–too much–”
Armie lets Timmy’s softening cock fall from his swollen lips and looks up at him, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Better now?” he smirks. Timmy slides down the wall until his ass hits the floor.
“Better? I feel even filthier now,” Timmy tries to joke, but his voice is hoarse and his come down is making him drowsy.
“Good.” 
Armie smiles and pulls him into a kiss.
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