Timothee Chamalet - Blog Posts
The interviewer told him that him playing Elio was a great breakout performance and that cmbyn was a beautiful book that was articulated just as well on screen and this was his reaction omggggg
More unhinged Timmy stan tweets that I love
part 1
Some of the most unhinged Timothée stan tweets I’ve seen (I love them):
I relate to the people who posted these on a spiritual level. I am them and they are me.
part 2
POV: You accidentally opened the front camera but you’re Timothée Chalamet:
POV: You’re Timmy’s S/O and this is what your camera roll looks like (Part 5):
Bonus: “I’m takin a pic of YOU dis time😈”
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
POV: You’re Timmy’s S/O and this is what your camera roll looks like (Part 4):
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
POV: You’re Timmy’s S/O and this is what your camera roll looks like (Part 3):
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
POV: You’re Timmy’s S/O and this is what your camera roll looks like (Part 2):
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
POV: You’re Timmy’s S/O and this is what your camera roll looks like (Part 1):
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
What Are Friends For? (Part 2)
Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets a chance to return the favor ;) Warnings: Smut (fingering, handjob, oral - male receiving), language, friends with benefits, no aftercare. Word count: 959
You were afraid things would be awkward between you and Timmy, but that couldn’t be more wrong.
After your… encounter, you’d put on a pair of pants and met him in the living room. You both ate your food on the couch and watched a movie, talking and laughing like it hadn’t even happened. You were relieved that it hadn't changed your friendship.
Except for the fact that when he went home that night, you masturbated to the thought of his fingers inside you at least a hundred times. You wondered if he was doing the same. The thought of him fucking his hand and thinking of you made you cum extra hard.
Your lives were busy. You managed to hang out with him a few more times in the next couple weeks, but nothing sexual happened again. You didn’t want to push it and risk making things weird between the two of you, so you let it go.
“What are we watching?” Timothée called from the living room.
“I don’t know, whatever you want,” you called back as you practically emptied all of the snacks from your kitchen cabinets.
He sighed loudly as you entered the living room, arms full of junk food. “You decide.” This was an argument you two had often.
“I don’t know.” You dropped everything onto the coffee table.
“Just pick something,” he pleaded.
You grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch beside him. You didn’t even know which streaming service to flip through. You tried Netflix. Nothing.
As you were waiting for Hulu to load, Timmy shifted in his seat for what had to have been the third time in under two minutes. You turned to him, wondering what his deal was. He met your gaze immediately. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink.
Like he’d been caught.
You had no idea what was going on until your eyes just happened to flick down and you took in the bulge in his pants. A long moment passed as he tried to gauge your reaction and you tried to figure out what had triggered this or how to even react. Finally, you cleared your throat, not wanting to appear too excited.
“Do you need help with that?” You nodded down to the tightness in his jeans.
He smirked a little, remembering your encounter all those weeks ago. “Would you?”
“What are friends for?” Remote forgotten, you tucked yourself beside him and reached down, feeling him over his jeans first. You fought back a smirk; you knew he’d be big. He exhaled, his head dropping back onto the cushions even though you’d barely touched him yet. You made quick work of unzipping his jeans and pulling him out of his boxers.
You thought of all the nights you’d laid in bed, imagining Timmy’s cock, and now here it was, hard in your hand. Your pussy was already dripping as you ran your hand up and down his length.
You rubbed your legs together to create some friction. Timmy noticed your neediness and reached his hand into your pajama pants until you felt slight pressure on your clit. You gasped, automatically opening your legs in search of more pleasure, which he was happy to provide.
You pumped even faster, hoping you’d be rewarded for it, and you were. He slid a finger inside you. You bucked your hips, wanting more. You could no longer contain your excitement; you’d been dreaming of this for weeks. He matched his pace to yours, fingering you at the same speed you were using on him.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Despite your building orgasm, you forced yourself to focus on pleasuring him. He seemed to be doing the same, adding another finger. You were both locked in a pleasure-filled standoff.
He increased his pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb and effectively throwing you over the edge. A whimper escaped your throat as you came around his fingers for the second time. You could feel his dick twitch in your hand as your pussy convulsed.
You pulled his hand from your pants and guided it to your mouth, sucking on the cum-covered digits before he had the chance to do so first. His jaw dropped as he watched you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself. It was undeniably hot. He involuntarily bucked his hips once, simply unable to help himself. He was close.
Whether he knew it or not, he’d made you cum several times the last few weeks. Now, you needed to return the favor. You dropped to your knees, intending to replace his fingers with his cock.
“Fuck, (Y/N),” he strained. He nearly came just from the sight of you kneeling before him. You licked his tip, making him curse again. “Feels so fucking good.”
Excitement coursed through your veins; you liked when he praised you. He was struggling to keep his composure, and the little noises of pleasure that managed to escape him only excited you even more.
You took his cock almost entirely in your mouth, licking the underside and swirling your tongue around the tip, knowing it would be the end of him.
He looked god-like as he came; better than you ever could have imagined. His back arched and his hands clenched around the material of the couch cushion. Your pussy clenched again at the sight and taste of him coating your mouth.
You rested your head on his thigh, committing his fucked-out expression to memory as he tried to slow his breathing.
“Timmy?” you asked after a few moments.
“Yeah, (Y/N)?”
You stood, wiping the side of your mouth and grabbing the remote once more. “I wanna watch Euphoria.”
What Are Friends For?
Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader Summary: Timmy catches reader masturbating... Friends help each other out, right? ;) Warnings: Smut (fingering & oral), being caught masturbating, friends with benefits, no aftercare. Word count: 711
It was your own fault, really.
You knew Timmy was coming over, but you figured you still had a good fifteen minutes or so before he got there. So you found yourself in bed, pants off, in your own world of pleasure.
You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t even hear the front door open or the steps coming down the hall.
“(Y/N), I brought some Chinese food and-” He cut himself off as he took in the scene before him. You silently cursed yourself for leaving the bedroom door open.
“Timmy!” you exclaimed, grabbing the nearest blanket to cover yourself. But it was too late; he’d already seen everything. “You-you’re early.”
“Yeah, I…” The words died in his throat. He didn’t even know what to say. His eyebrows were raised and he blinked a few times. He looked from your eyes down to the blanket now covering you. He licked his lips, his voice dropping considerably. “Do you, uh… need help with that?”
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Your cheeks heated. You’d always thought Timmy was attractive, but you were just friends… You’d never thought of him like that…
Still, you found yourself saying, “W… would you?”
He nodded, coming closer to you. “Of course. What are friends for?” he smirked mischievously. Your heart rate quickened as he knelt in front of you, pulling the blanket off your legs and haphazardly discarding it. You leaned back on your elbows. He licked his lips as his gaze dropped to your heat, now completely exposed for him. A wave of excitement surged through you.
Without giving it a second thought, he leaned down and licked a long stripe up your slit. You gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue on your sensitive pussy.
He ran his fingers over your slit a few times before sticking the middle one in, looking up at you to gauge your reaction. If you appeared even the slightest bit uncomfortable, he’d stop.
But you weren’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, you wanted more. Your mouth dropped open and you lifted your hips, trying to give him a better angle. He pumped in and out a few times, eliciting a tiny whimper from you.
When he added another finger, you could no longer support your weight and dropped onto your back on the bed. His long fingers curled upward inside you, hitting the spot that always made your legs shake.
He tried a third finger and cursed to himself as he found that you were almost too tight for it. Hearing the whispered “fuck” leave his lips was almost enough to make you cum on the spot. He was enjoying this just as much as you.
He knew you were holding back a moan, so he moved faster, trying to coax it out of you. It worked, and the noise escaped your throat. He rewarded you by sucking your clit. You placed a hand over your mouth, holding back a scream as the pleasure built inside you.
The base of your spine began to tingle and you instinctively reached down, tangling your fingers in his curls. His fingers moved even faster, practically slamming in and out of you, and as he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit, you fell over the edge.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your orgasm coursed through you. He didn’t pull out until your pussy finally stopped fluttering around his fingers.
He flopped onto his back next to you. It almost seemed like he’d momentarily forgotten you were there, his attention fixed on his fingers and your essence coating them. He blinked at them dreamily, twisting his hand and taking them in at every angle. Finally, he sucked them into his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue. The mere image of him sucking your wetness off his fingers almost made you cum again. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring your taste.
Finally, he turned onto his side, looking at you. Your eyes flicked down to his jeans, which were undeniably constricted. You swallowed, thinking he’d probably be expecting something in return.
But instead, he simply said, “The foods’ getting cold,” before pulling himself to his feet and exiting the room.
the plot for bones and all b like...
I want Timothee Chalamet to play Maven but I also think he’d be a good Cardan, not just bc he’s hot but I think he’s a good actor and he’d portray them well. But I know the chances of him playing one are extremely slim, let alone both so I never let myself hope for anything🥲👍
Marauders era reimagined
part 2
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