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Loki Laufeyson + walking
My My Dear God!!! He is sooooooooo Adorable ... 💖💖✨✨💖💖. P.s. Credits to the owner.
Why is he so fxxxing CUUUUUUUUTE🤦🏻♀️💘💘💘
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In honor of the new Dune film, here’s a photo I took in 2018 sitting across from Timothée Chalamet reading dune on the F Train 💥
Twitter credit to hellomattstarr
people's choice awards usa today portraits :: 18 february 2024 (hq edition)
Look alive, besties & fellow whores, the HQ photos dropped and hoo boi howdy I need a full gallon of water after this because…
WEE WOO WEE WOO
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...WoW... 💖✨💖
"Dreaming Of You" - Paul Atreides x Reader
a/n: dedicated to @targaryenbarbie @howyouloveyourdragon and @alexagirlie my beloveds 🩷
Summary: Paul meets the girl of his dreams. The only surprise is that she's not a stranger to him.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, CNC, dubcon, INAPPROPRIATE USE OF THE VOICE, oral f receiving, overstim, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex
Word Count: 2,000
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
He’s only seen you in dreams until now, your eyes alway seeing through to the very heart of him. Today is the first day he has seen you in the flesh. And he’s rendered speechless. Paul walks toward you, hesitant and unsure, his voice barely above a whisper as he questions.
“Who are you?”
You give him that smile. That same infuriatingly beautiful smile you always have in his dreams, the one that tells him you know something that he does not.
“Have you forgotten me so quickly?”
Paul stares at you, brow furrowed. There’s something that calls him to you. Something beyond his dreams. As he stands there, thinking to himself, desperately trying to remember you, he hears you laugh. And the memories all come flooding back as if a dam has opened inside is mind. He smiles at you, eyes going wide as he finally recognizes you.
“Little Idaho?”
“The one and only!” You affirm, hands on your hips, “Though I guess I looked pretty different the last time we saw each other.”
Yeah, that’s an understatement. When he last saw you, the two of you were just a couple of kids. And now, you’re this goddess. The literal woman of his dreams. Paul continues staring at you intensely, unsure of whether or not he should reach out and touch you, fearful that if he does, this will all turn out to be some cruel trick and you will disappear from his life again. You give him a curious look, tilting your head to the side.
“Paul? What is it?”
“I had thousands of dreams… Of a woman who would be my destiny…”
You shake your head, linking arms with him as the two of you walk into the palace, “There you go, talking in riddles again. You’re just as frustrating as when we were kids, you know?”
His cheeks turn scarlet as he watches you run up to Duncan, your big brother greeting you with a wide smile as the two of you embrace. Though he tries to attribute it to the Arrakian heat, Paul knows his blush is solely because of you. He knows it’s completely ridiculous, but he feels a pit in his stomach as he watches you ignore him in favor of speaking to your brother. The two of you chatter away animatedly and he watches his dearest friend and the girl of his dreams like an outsider looking in. That is, until you glance over him, grab him by the hand, and bring him into the conversation.
You don’t let go of Paul’s hand right away, either, a warm feeling arising inside him at the feeling of your soft palm against his. You tell the two of them what’s been happening on Caladan in the last week or so, either not feeling or not paying attention to Paul’s gaze on you. Duncan seems to notice it, however, and excuses himself, giving his friend a wink and making himself scarce. Paul is barely able to hold back his sigh of relief as he turns to you, offering to walk you to one of the guest rooms.
You nod eagerly, “Yeah, I need to wash all this sand off of me. I have no clue how the two of you manage to live like this.”
Paul smirks slightly at your dramatics before gesturing for you to follow him. He keeps glancing back at you, out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to lose a minute of precious time. The harsh Arrakian sun filters through the windows, not yet hot enough to close off the palace, illuminating you as you walk. It’s difficult to look away from you.
He opens the door to your room and laughs to himself as you drop your bag and run to dive onto the bed, sprawling out over it. Paul watches as you turn onto your back, a contented smile on your face, his eyes tracing the contours of your body, lingering on the curve of your breasts, your hips… His stomach tightens and he waits for you to say or do something, anything, to give him some indication of what you want.
Finally, you sit up, patting the space beside you on the bed. Paul clears his throat, moving to sit down next to you, his hands resting on his lap, his thigh pressed flush up against yours. You angle your body toward him, smiling brightly.
“So, has your mom been helping you with the Voice? How’s that going?”
Paul nods, happy that you remember something about him, “Yes, I’m learning a lot.”
“Try it on me,” you request, meeting his gaze, “C’mon. Command me to do something.”
His cheeks flush yet again. Command you? The idea is appealing, but… He bites the inside of his cheek, his voice trembling slightly as he speaks.
“Command you? Are you sure?”
You nod eagerly, “Come on. Let’s see if you’re any good at it.”
The almost taunting, teasing edge to your voice makes him desperate to prove himself to you. He clears his throat again, speaking in a low, clear voice.
“Sit closer to me.” But you don’t move. You shake your head, indicating that you felt no pull to obey him. Paul sighs in annoyance, biting his lip as he thinks for a moment before you urge him to try again. He takes a deep breath, his voice even lower now, rougher as he demands, “Sit closer to me.”
As if in a trance, you move closer to him, your body pressed flush up against his. At first, he wonders the effect this will have on you, but you’re like an excitable child, bouncing up and down, asking him to try something else. His heart pounds at your proximity, the scent of your shampoo, the feel of your skin. Paul is consumed with the desperate need to kiss every inch of you, but he steels himself, wanting to please you, and uses the Voice again.
He looks into your eyes, using that same timbre as he did before, “Close your eyes.”
You do as he asks, laughing to yourself, “Wow. I wish I could use that to tell Duncan to shut his mouth.”
He can’t help but laugh at your joke, but with every passing minute, the desire, no, the need to kiss you grows stronger and stronger. He leans in slightly, close enough that you can feel his breath upon your lip, your faces nearly touching as he speaks again.
“Open them.”
Your eyes open and you look him in the eyes, a lazy smile on your face as you whisper, “If you want to kiss me, you don’t need to use the Voice for it, Paul.”
He gulps, your words filling him with excitement as he leans in even closer, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek; Paul’s voice is an almost timid whisper as he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
You nod, your eyes closing once more as you lean in. Paul’s movements echo yours as he cups your face in his hands, pressing his lips against your own. The feeling is nearly enough to drive him insane, your arms wrapping around him as your mouth moves against his own. He tilts his head to the side, eager to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving into your mouth to dance against your own. He’s dreamed of kissing you a hundred times now, if not more, but nothing compares to the real thing.
The two of you fall backward onto the bed, your body on top of his as the two of you continue kissing. Paul watches as you pull away, only to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the ground beside the bed, your pants quickly joining it in a crumpled heap. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he rests his hands on your hips, palming at your soft flesh, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. You tug at the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it as he sits up, allowing it to join yours. Your hands move to his pants, pulling them down slightly, along with his underwear, his cock nearly slapping against his stomach, the tip an angry red color, already leaking with precum. You give him a coy smile, your hands moving down the toned planes of his stomach to his hips before you speak again.
“I wonder if you could make me come just using the Voice…”
Your words make him let out a groan of excitement as he flips the two of you over so that he now lays on top of you, a smirk on his face, “I don’t think the Bene Gesserit would approve of it being used for something like that.”
“Do you care?”
“Not a bit.”
His lips find yours again, kissing you passionately, hands moving to cup your tits over your bra, moving behind you to unclasp it. He admires your bare breasts with nothing short of greed. He wraps his lips around one of your nipples, suckling at the pert bud, his fingers hooking in your panties as he tosses them to the ground as well. Both of you lay there, eyes locked, bare bodies intertwined. Paul looks at you, the unspoken question in his gaze answered with a nod of your head. He takes a deep breath before using the Voice on you again.
“Make yourself come without touching yourself where I know you’re dying to.”
He watches as your eyes glaze over, your hands trailing over your body, your face twisting in pleasure as you press your thighs together. Your breathing grows more and more rapid, your face covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tendrils of hair clinging to your face as your hips buck off the mattress, your breathy moans sounding like music to his ears. Paul runs his hands through your hair, watching as you cry out his name as you reach your peak, completely untouched.
Paul holds you close as you come back down to reality, your eyes coming into focus as you stare up at him, speaking softly, “That was…”
“You liked it?”
“Mhm.”
He kisses your neck, down your chest, your stomach - his tongue tracing your navel, before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your center. He gazes up at you, eyes darkened with lust as he asks.
“Can I try something with it again?” You nod, waiting, lips parting in surprise, a little smile forming as he commands, “Spread your legs and stay completely still. Don’t try to squirm away from me.”
You lose count of how many times he makes you come, his tongue lapping at your folds eagerly, devouring as if he’s a starving man. And you lay there, your legs spread, fingers twisted in his hair, his hands squeezing at your thighs. You whine softly when he moves to suckle at your clit, the sensitive bud swollen from his nose nuzzling against it as he tasted you, but now? He fucks you with his fingers and flattens his tongue against the sensitive bud, bringing you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.
He moves back up to kiss you, and you taste yourself on Paul’s tongue. He whispers, asking if this is what you truly want. No Voice. Nothing. He wants to know. And you nod, replying that this is all you’ve ever dreamed of. His eyes light up as he joins his body with yours. You cling to him, arms wrapping around him, leaving long red marks along his back with your nails as he slots his hips against you eagerly, desperately. This is all he’s ever dreamed of too, in every sense of the word. And now that you’re here with him, on Arrakis? He’s going to let it be known to all that you will be the next Duchess, the Lady of House Atreides when he succeeds his father.
Paul Atreides has no intention of letting his dream girl slip away.
This Fic is amazing and just too lovely ✨✨✨It's rare to find such fine and good fics. I LOVE it .......💖💖💖 P.s. Credit to the owner.
A Carnival Serenade
Want to be added to my taglist? Here! Pairing: Loki x f!reader
Words: 915
Warnings/Content: pure fluff, grumpy x sunshine, cranky loki, teasing, reader is shorter than loki, est. relationship | lmk if there's more
Synopsis: A cheerful reader drags reluctant Loki into the chaos of a city carnival. Amidst cotton candy clouds, carnival games, and a spontaneous photo booth moment, unexpected sparks of affection and mischief intertwine, revealing that Loki has more to him under his stoic exterior.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this! Please pardon me, but this short is clichéd 😶🌫️
"Come on Loki!! Keep up with me!!" You shouted, turning back to see the grumpy God you had dragged with you to the city carnival that you absolutely loved to go to every year. Amazing food and games—why not?
Loki walked over to you with slow, reluctant steps to show his disinterest. He was judging—not you, but the people around him. His disgust for midgardians used to heighten whenever he used to go out with you. To his surprise, you take hold of his arm and start to drag him through the crowd. It was secretly funny to him to see such a little girl try to pull his tall, godly self.
"I fail to comprehend why you insist on subjecting me to this... spectacle," Loki grumbled, eyeing the vibrant chaos around you both.
"Come on, Loki! Lighten up a bit! Carnivals are all about fun and joy!" You chirped, your eyes sparkling with excitement.
Loki sighed, resigned to his fate, as you practically skipped towards the entrance. The carnival was a riot of colors, with the scent of popcorn and cotton candy lingering in the air. His eyes squinted against the bright lights.
You stop at a cotton candy cart, where you buy an oversized, pink cloud of sugar. You draw up your hand near his lips. "Here, try some! It's like eating a piece of happiness!" Loki raises his eyebrow, his hands crossed, as he leans in to take a small bite.
"It's excessively sweet," he remarks. "Yeah, isn't it amazing?" you beam up at him, and Loki struggles to oppose a smile. You notice that, but decide not to tease the grumbling god for now. You both continued exploring the place, pulling Loki from one attraction to another. Loki glanced at you from time to time, secretly admiring how excited you became with every little thing.
"Let's get matching face paint, Loki! It'll be like a secret bonding ritual," she suggested with a wide grin.
He huffs. "I'm not getting that," he says, before you give him that sweet look of yours that was absolutely irresistible to him. He complies and you chuckle, admiring how he always used to impassively try new things with you.
"I look no less than a jester," he complains after the artist draws a small heart with an arrow on his face and yours. "You look absolutely sweet to me," you say, leaning in to place a soft peck on his cheek.
That's what drove his body to absolutely melt for you.
He won't show it, but he was almost enchanted by this small showcase of physical affection you displaced. And he wanted more, but he couldn't ask for a kiss in this rushed place.
The night progressed, filled with laughter, rides, and carnival games. You even won a stuffed animal at the ring toss, holding it up triumphantly. "And a little plushie for my God of Mischief," you teased, earning a faint smirk from him. He loved it whenever you used to address him by his title.
You both wandered through the carnival hand in hand, and you stopped in front of a photo booth. "What do you say Loki? Care for a picture?" And before he could even grumble about it being a childish endeavour, you ran inside the closed booth, giggling excitedly. He follows after you, scoffing as he takes a seat beside you, facing the camera.
"Ridiculous. I have no interest in such frivolous displays." You jokingly pout at him, "Come on, just one for me, okay? Now suggest a pose." He sighs and thinks for a moment, then it strikes him.
"How about...a...kiss on the cheek? I've seen youngsters do it..."
To your amazement, his voice sounded surprisingly shy. Of course he was shy; he rarely asked for physical affection. You raise an eyebrow and softly chuckle, "Really? Loki, the God of Mischief, suggesting a pose involving physical affection? This is a rare sight." Loki scowled, attempting to salvage his composure. "It's merely for the sake of a photograph. Don't read too much into it."
You chuckle again. "Sure, then let's go with your pose then. Who would've thought you were into these cute and sentimental gestures?" You lean in, but struggle a bit to reach Loki's elevated height while sitting.
"You're too short for me, darling," he says, a tease of mischief in his voice, and he was grinning. Dissatisfied with the lack of intimacy, he couldn't resist the urge to take matters into his own hands—quite literally. With an unexpected swiftness, he picks you up and places you on his lap, and you couldn't help but blush at this sudden turn of events.
"There, much better," Loki muttered, his stoic expression tinged with a rare hint of amusement. Now that you were comfortably settled on his lap, he tilted his head to the side, inviting the cheek kiss rather demandingly. You smile, wrap your arms around his neck, and press a rather sweet kiss on his cheek. A subtle warmth enveloped the god, contrasting with the usual cool facade he wore. In that fleeting moment, the touch of your lips sparked an unexpected sensation—a mixture of surprise and an unfamiliar tenderness. Loki, who was quick to dismiss such feelings, couldn't deny the subtle flutter in his chest. He felt an air of brief vulnerability.
The camera captures the sweet moment, which not only showcases your cute pose but also the playful dynamic of your unlikely pair.
✨✨ Timothée Chalamet in his last three roles ✨✨
Bones & All-(2022), Wonka (2023), Dune: Part 2 (2024)
Cutie
Timothée Chalamet for Vanity Fair
This looks soo awesome ... o0o
P.s. Credits to the owner
Wounds of the Earth
— by xis.lanyx
2/29/24-Timothée with his Dune stunt devil Lorenz
Tom Hiddleston attends The Prince's Trust Invest In Futures Gala Dinner at The Peninsula Hotel on February 29, 2024 in London, England.
KIERAN CULKIN & PEDRO PASCAL backstage at the SAG Awards (February 24, 2024)
The Golden Heart he really has. He is a true gem 💎
people's choice awards :: 18 february 2024 (batch 2)
the reunion between Tom & Jeremy was such a wholesome lil moment 🥹
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credits to the owner...
Timothée: The spice looks so good when you watch Hot Ones.
Austin: I’ve got all the hot sauces at home we can make them.
YouTube credit to Hits Radio
Aren't they cute ✨✨
TikTok credit to hitsradiouk 🤨😯😆😂
Timothée Chalamet at the DUNE: Part Two press conference in Seoul, South Korea (February 21, 2024) (HQs)
Timothée Chalamet at the "Dune: Part Two" premiere on February 25, 2024 in NYC. ✨✨✨
So true XD
Timothée Chalamet and the cast of “Dune: Part Two" on February 25, 2024 in New York City. 💥💥💥
The hotness
Timothée Chalamet at the NYC premiere of ‘Dune: Part Two’ on February 25, 2024. ✨✨✨
TikTok credit to dunemovie
Robert Downey Jr., on stage at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival..