A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of the Bene Gesserit knows. To begin your study of the life of Muad‘Dib, then, take care that you first place him in his time: born in the 57th year of the Padishah Emperor, Shaddam IV. And take the most special care that you locate Muad’Dib in his place: the planet Arrakis. Do not be deceived by the fact that he was born on Caladan and lived his first fifteen years there. Arrakis, the planet known as Dune, is forever his place..

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET as PAUL ATREIDES DUNE 2021 | Directed by Denis Villeneuve

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

timothée chalamet as paul atriedes in dune (2021).

"We wanted to have a visual/poetry/design slam where each person, being inspired by the riffing and discussion of the other’s, use one anothers work to launch an idea from. It was the most punk rock experience i've had, with no rules. No reasons, and no limitations. [...] It gives me great pleasure, and a great honor to introduce our book." — Greig Fraser

THE ART AND SOUL OF DUNE, 2021 photos by Greig Fraser & words by Josh Brolin

I want to say ......👇👇

can you write soft sex with timmy after he arrives from a long day of filming that ends in cockwarming, and your writing is also very good<333

a/n: thank you sm for the request !! Hope you like it✨✨ ++ tyyy, that’s so kind ❤️

Much Better

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

^ I had to use this gif yaaas😍

cw: sex, cockwarming, language (18+)!!

Timothée had been away all day filming for his newest film, and although he dearly loved his job, at times he would get rather stressed. Today was one of those days.

He had felt extremely nervous and tense all day, and although that didn’t show in his acting (as his beautiful performance had shone through on set) when he was away from the cameras, his heart was racing and he just felt stressed.

Therefore, when the evening rolled around and filming was finished for the day, Timothée was happy to leave and get home to you as soon as possible. The whole journey home however, Timothée couldn’t stay still. His heart continued to hammer in his chest, his leg bouncing, unable to relax or calm down. He didn’t know why he still felt anxious, the feeling just wouldn’t go away.

Timothée didn’t find himself randomly crying out of nowhere very often, but as soon as he entered your shared apartment and heard your soft voice, he broke down in tears. “Timmy, what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, rushing to his side and pulling him into a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, your hair tickling his ear as you softly rubbed his back. He wrapped his arms around you, holding onto you for dear life.

“I-I don’t know” he spluttered, feeling kind of stupid for the way he was acting. “Mon chéri, it’s okay” you whispered, gently kissing the side of his head as he continued to cry quietly into your shoulder. “Let’s sit down” you whispered, as he nodded. You guided him into the living room, sitting down amongst the plushy cushions. Timothée curled into your side, nuzzling his head against the side of your boobs. You swiped your thumb carefully against his cheek, wiping away the glistening tears upon his pale skin.

“Did something happen today?” You asked, still extremely concerned for your boyfriend. Timothée shook his head. “Nothing happened” he replied, voice cracking slightly, “I just feel very anxious and have felt so all day, I think it all just built up too much.”

You nodded slowly, your fingers stroking his hair. You kissed the top of his head, nuzzling your nose into his curls. “I think tonight you need some rest and relaxation, we can do anything you want to do” you told him, as a small smile appeared on his lips.

He looked up at you, green eyes dazzling as his tears subsided. He nuzzled his face into your arm, making you giggle a little. “I think I have an idea” he smirked, pulling himself upwards a little so he was face to face with you. “Mmm?” You questioned, knowing what he wanted by just the glint that had appeared in his eyes.

Timothée slowly leaned forwards, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips softly attached to yours. Instantly you parted your lips so that Timothée could slip his tongue into your mouth, his nose brushing against yours as he deepened the kiss. He placed his hands firmly on your hips before picking you up and placing you back down on his lap so that you were straddling him. You smiled into the kiss, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Fuck” Timothée whispered into your mouth, as you began to grind your hips slowly against his. You could feel his hard cock against your inner thigh, your pussy damp at the realisation. Timothée lifted your shirt up at little, running his hands up your sides and towards your bra, before grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling it roughly over your head. “That needed to go” he smirked, eyes glistening. You giggled, slowly leaning forward to kiss his lips again whilst making sure your cleavage was fully in his vision. Timothée licked his lips, eyes scanning over your body. As your lips reconnected, you could feel Timothée roughly unclasp your lace bra before chucking it somewhere on the floor.

“Much better,” he mumbled against your lips, his hands instantaneously squeezing your breasts. You moaned as he rubbed your nipples in between the pad of his thumb and index finger, the friction causing you some pleasure. “Babyyy” you whined, as he flicked your right nipple, biting softly on your bottom lip. “That feel good huh?” He questioned, as he continued to massage your breasts, kissing slowly down your neck and to your collarbone.

You hummed in reply, as you roughly gripped his curls at the back of his head. You nodded feverishly, as he attached his lips to your left boob, sucking on your hardened nipple and swirling his tongue around it. You groaned with pleasure, as you ran your hands down Timothée’s arms. “You’re so fucking beautiful” he whispered, his hands roughly grabbing your ass and shaking it a little. You kissed him quickly for a moment before hopping off his lap and grabbing his hand, pulling him up with you. He leant down to kiss you on the lips once again, as you helped him pull his shirt over his head so that his torso was bare.

The two of you stumbled up to your shared bedroom as Timothée kicked the door closed with his foot, lips still dancing with yours. You pulled apart so that you could both strip your trousers off, only in your black lace panties as he stood in his boxers, his hardened cock poking upwards inside the fabric. Timothée softly pushed you backwards onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you passionately, before kissing along your jawline and sucking on your neck.

You felt his hard-on brush against your leg, as he danced his fingertips along the hem of your panties. “These are very sexy” he mumbled against your neck, “but they must go” he smirked before ripping the lace panties down your thighs and flinging them across the room. His long, slender fingers traced the outline of your pussy, your juices collecting on his finger. You shivered at his touch, starting to become slightly impatient. “Timmy,” you whined, “touch me please” you begged.

Timothée smirked.

“You’re going to have to beg harder than that” he growled, as he softly massaged his index finger on your clit. You let out a loud moan, bucking your hips towards him. “More please Timmy, please please” you groaned loudly, the neediness sorely apparent in your voice. All of a sudden, Timothée slid two fingers into your soaking pussy, making sure to pump them in nice and deep, catching you by surprise and making you moan out dramatically. “Fuck” you moaned, gripping his shoulder blades tightly.

“You’re so wet already baby, and I’ve barely touched you” Timothée whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe. “All because of you” you breathed out, as he slid in another finger, pumping them in and out of you quickly. He curled his fingers inside of you, your pussy dripping, the knot in your stomach coiling inside of you. “Tim,” you breathed, “I’m going to cum” you told him, as he used his other hand to flick your nipples and shake your breasts every so often.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of you, wetness dripping down your thighs. You cried out, not quite meeting your orgasm. “Timmy..” you cried, desperate to feel your high. “Not yet baby” he smirked, as he brought your hand to palm his dick through his boxers. You squeezed it softly through the fabric, as he leant down to kiss in between your breasts.

You pulled the boxers down, throwing them to the side before pumping your hand slowly up and down his dick. He moaned loudly as you began sucking on it, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and bringing it to the back of your throat, almost gagging. “You look so gorgeous with my cock down your throat” he groaned, his hand firmly gripping your hair, the other grabbing your ass cheeks, every once in a while giving your ass a loud smack.

You moaned loudly, your mouth still wrapped around his cock. You massaged his balls as you continued to suck on him like a lollipop. Timothée pulled your head back, still gripping your hair, to force you to look up at him, his pre-cum dripping from your lips. “Please fuck me” you whispered to him, his cock twitching at your words. “Get on your back” he commanded as you instantly lay down, spreading your legs as he positioned himself on top of you.

He lined his cock up at your entrance, one hand intertwined with yours, pinning it above your head, and the other softly massaging your clit. You moaned with pleasure, a knot of butterflies entering your stomach. “I need you in me now, please” you whined, just as Timothée slammed his cock into you.

You moaned loudly in pleasure, as you buckled your hips upwards to meet Timothée’s. He leant closer to you so he could kiss your lips as he slowly pushed in and out of you. “You take me so well baby” he mumbled against your lips, as you whined a little. He pushed himself deep inside of you, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he pulled away from the kiss and looked straight into your eyes.

“I love you so much, Y/N” he moaned, pulling out and slamming straight back into you. You cried out in pleasure, gripping his hand tightly against the sheets.

“I love you too, Timothée”

You wrapped your legs around his back, clinging onto him as he continued to push into you, perfectly hitting your sensitive parts as he used his fingers to play with your clit. You ran your fingers through his unruly hair, pulling at it slightly as you pushed yourself towards him, making sure he was pounding into you nice and deep.

Tears sprang to your eyes, not out of sadness but out of extreme passion and love. The emotions and pleasure you felt was pushing you over the edge.

“Timmy” you breathed, as you gripped his arm tightly. “I’m going to cum.”

Timothée smiled, green eyes glistening. He grabbed both your hands in his and pinned them above your head on the mattress, pressing his lips to yours as he slammed his large cock into you at a faster pace. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good” you cried out, white spots appearing in your vision as you felt the knot in your stomach unravelling.

The euphoria you felt was insane, the amount of pleasure and love all mixed into one bursting through you. Timothée came at the same time as you, squirting his liquids into your pussy as he moaned loudly, his eyes fully on yours the whole time.

Timothée wrapped you up in his arms, and manoeuvred you so that you were laying faced to him upon the bed, his cock still tucked inside your pussy. He nuzzled his nose against yours, softly pecking your lips as both of your juices trickled down your legs. His cock lay warm inside of you, the feeling of it still giving you a tingling in your stomach.

“Fuck that was amazing,” Timothée whispered, a smile on his face. “You’re so perfect.”

You blushed a little, your hand tracing patterns on his bare back. “Do you feel better?” You whispered, lips grazing his.

Timothée nodded his head a little, “much much better” he replied, giving you one last kiss before his eyes fluttered closed.

You lay together atop the sheets, naked bodies pressed tightly together, arms wrapped around one another. All worries and stress completely faded.

~~~~~~

Thank u again for the request!! ❣️

DUNE (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve

Why is Dr. Yueh here?

two years until dune part two comes out

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET + Theodore Laurence on-set interview

duke leto atreides, the greatest dilf of the landsraad

Paul Atreides. You are your father's son. You are my son.

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET and REBECCA FERGUSON DUNE 2021 | Denis Villeneuve

Interviewer: *asks them to do a hand sign for Fortnite.* “It’s not a gang sign. It’s a cool little thing our team does.”

Timothée: 20 years from now it’s not going to become like…

Zendaya: …a symbol for white supremacy.

Timothee: Some January 6th shit. Some Capitol riot ass shit!

Zendaya: Don’t get us canceled!

Oh I’m sorry, was I NOT supposed to fall in love with Jason Momoa?

Stunning.

I would like to remember " no comment" 🤭

Yayyy you’re writing for dune!! I was hoping you’d do “nothing else matters except for you.” with Paul

obar mangani - paul atreides

THIS IS MY WORK AND YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO REPOST IT!

a/n: call me evil for this but i couldn't help myself. i still hope you like this one. let me know what you think! also i'm trying my best to make everything as accurate as possible but i just started reading the books so i don't know all the little details and names and all that but whatever. we all know fanfiction isn't really about accurateness anyways.

wc: 695

warnings: major character death, mentions of violence

DUNE MASTERLIST

The blazing sun hit your face as you stepped out of the starship, the strong wind blowing your cape as you followed Paul down the hatch towards the endless masses of sand.

The desert was beautiful, especially to you, who had never really seen it before. At least not this vast area, with spice harvesters roaming around, collecting the melange while airborne spotters scanned the ocean of sand.

Paul went ahead, stepping onto the sand. Worm territory. You had seen many documentaries about the sand worms ever since you’d arrived on Arrakis eight months ago.

They terrified you. You didn’t believe in the spotters’ ability to locate a worm early enough before it would devour an entire harvester and everything around it. You remembered the story of how Paul almost got sucked into that monster’s mouth, and the thought of losing him still scared you to death. He was your everything.

Still remaining on the ship’s hatch, you hesitated but it didn’t take long until Paul noticed you were not by his side. Turning around, he held out his hand.

“Don’t be scared, I ordered more spotters than usual for today. You’ll be safe with me, Y/N.” His voice was so incredibly soothing it sent a sense of calmness through your entire body.

You smiled at him and he reciprocated it, leading you down the hatch safely.

He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side before he walked towards the harvester. “You’re gonna be okay, baby. Trust me,” he said as you continued your journey through the sand dunes of Arrakis.

The special rock formation to which Paul lead you could only be reached by foot, but your boyfriend was determined to show it to you anyways.

“The worms would rather hunt the harvester. But before they even reach it — or us — we’ll be long gone. I’m not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you.”

He wouldn’t tell you why you were visiting the great rocks, only that he had a great surprise for you.

“For the only girl in this universe that holds more value than all the spice on this planet. That’s what he’d told you.

You had just passed the harvester when you could see the rock formation in the distance. “See that?” Paul asked as he pointed towards the grey-brown landscape. You gaped as you saw more of it. “It’s huge. And so beautiful,” you said.

He chuckled at the way you were so absolutely mesmerized by the great rocks.

But it really was out-of-this-world-beautiful. The shape of it was astonishing, with all its different dents and little hills. Yet, the very top of it was flat, the platform so wide you could walk around it for hours.

“The Fremen have told me about these rocks. They call it the Obar Mangani. They offered it to me as a sign of their gratitude. When I saw it for the first time, I couldn’t help but imagine it to be our new home. We could build a castle on the top, with stone walls surrounding it to keep the worms away. It would be a place just for us, away from all the political chaos.”

… 

“It is beautiful,” you whispered as you walked around the newly built castle for the first time. “Thank you for everything, Maeena.”

Your servant could only agree. “I am sure the Lord would have loved it just as much.”

“He would,” you smile, a tear falling from your eye as you thought back to the ambush.

The Harkonnens.

You climbed onto the rock formation for the first time. Then the images of Paul stepping in front of you, shielding you from the attackers, flashed in front of your eyes again.

The incessant shooting. The sound of gunfires that just didn’t stop. Until he fell. And they left.

You had tried to avoid these memories for so long, but eventually his last words rang in your ears once again.

“It’s okay,” he looked up at you. “Maeena and Kabir… they know… Nothing else matters… except… for… you.”

Then he closed his eyes for the last time.

Then [Kynes] looked squarely at Paul, seeing the boy who had taken on the mantle of manhood, masking grief, surpassing all except the position that now must be assumed  — the dukedom. And Kyned realized in that moment that the dukedom still existed and solely because of this youth  — and this was not a thing to be taken lightly.