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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES PT. 2

cover by @softhecreator 💗

PT. 1

warnings: hangover, anxiety, fluff, roommate! timothee, pining.

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The next morning I woke up before Timotheé, maybe even before the birds. I could already feel my neck and back pain from sleeping on the couch, not to mention the dull headache from the champagne.

What a way to start my Thursday.

I look at the idle TV screen, checking for the time, and mentally groan at the hour.

‘5:36 AM’

Too early to get ready and too late to go back to sleep. The thought of getting up crosses my mind until I realize my position. Being more awake brought me to the almost alarming fact that I had turned over in my sleep and was now face to face with Timotheé. I could hear his breathing, our faces an inch apart at best, and his arm, draped over my waist and nearly gripping the fabric of my shirt.

I labor my breathing in fear of waking him from my chest rising and falling too harshly. It almost feels like déjà vu looking at him so utterly peaceful, it’s not often I get to see him in such a state. So I take in every detail this time to savor it.

My eyes pull towards his eyebrows. He has those french brows, perfectly arched and almost too full— He got them done recently so the hairs between the two were barely noticeable. I reach his eyes next, his dark and full lashes light up a type of jealousy in me, I’m especially envious when they’re open.

Next, I move to the freckles painting his face, attempting to count them. I fail miserably. Each speck like the flick of a paintbrush too full, spattering across a masterpiece.

Finally, I drag my view down to his lips. Full, hydrated, and perfectly shaped— perfectly pink. I wanted to run the tips of my fingers across his star-flecked skin, across his lips, but I refrain.

I take him in entirely before my eyes reach his lips once again. I want to feel my lips against his, feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue while feeling the flicks of it against the roof of my mouth-

No. No. No. What the fuck, this is your roommate!

I mentally scold myself.

Suddenly I felt awkward, wrong, because I was making this something it would never be. Fawning over my roommate who was in every way too good for me.

He’d seen me when I first rolled out of bed in the morning on the way to our bathroom looking deathly, he’d seen me with my hair sweated and frizzed out from walking home in the heat, he’d seen me stuff my face every night as if I had no manners, he’d seen all my flaws everyday for the past three months.

I’m left with a decision. Wake him up to start my day and get as far away from him as humanly possible, or feign sleep and hope I don’t miss my alarm.

I worry my lip harshly as my heart beats faster, flicking between the two before looking back at the time.

‘5:58 AM’

How the hell did I spend twenty-two minutes staring at him? Well, it wasn’t that hard actually, he’s very— STOP.

I gently grip his wrist to move his arm, which is heavier than I expected, but his grip tightens around me and he rolls his body so he’s deeper into the couch.

Fuck it.

“Tim?” I whisper, shaking him gently, nothing.

“Timmy.” I say louder, “Timotheé Hal.” I shake him harder this time and he jolts up.

“What’s— You okay?—Uncomfortable? M’sorry—” He mumbles, his voice deep and raspy and I barely decipher what comes out. His eyes nearly closed as he starts scooting backwards more.

I could’ve melted, “No, I gotta get up.” I whisper tapping his shoulder softly.

“Hmm?” He’s already half asleep again.

“Tim, I have to get up, got work.” I lift his arm with more force but still gently.

“Oh m’sorry,” He retracts his arm as I get up off the couch, “Sorry.” He rests it in front of him, cuddling into the cushioning.

“Shh, go back to sleep.” I chuckled out in a whisper and bring the small blanket up a little more, making sure his feet were still covered.

I smile realizing he was already asleep again, snoring quietly, almost too quietly to be considered a snore.

I started for the bathroom and let myself look at him again for a brief moment before getting ready for my day.

I pour myself a cup of coffee while haphazardly eating the piece of toast balanced between my teeth. I check the clock.

‘7:04 AM’

I’ll be very early today.

I make sure there’s enough coffee left for Timmy, placing the pot in its respective place again. I grab my bag and make my way to the front door, slipping on my shoes, which are making more noise than I’d like, and start to reach for the doorknob before catching a very sleepy voice—

“Have a good day.” His words blended together, beginning to sit up from the couch, rubbing a hand against the sleep in his eyes with a tired grin plastered on his face.

“You too Tim.” I grin and slip out of the door, locking it behind me.

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The work day goes by fast, reading over and editing articles took up a lot more time than you’d think. When I left my internship, I made way to the grocery store.

‘do you need anything from the store?’

4:47 PM

I snag a cart and begin my trek down the aisles, picking up snacks, toiletries I needed, and things for tonight’s dinner while I wait for his response.

I was occupied by some mint jelly, because who the hell eats mint jelly, when I got his reply.

‘Whyyyyyy did you go without me???’

‘Can you get those cookies I like? And can we have pasta tonight? (:’

5:05 PM

I sigh at the fact I got ingredients for stir fry but chuckle at the screen and stride towards the cookie aisle, I reply.

‘you’re a real pain in my ass you know?’

‘spaghetti? alfredo? pick a pasta’

5:06 PM

I lug the cart along, picking up a couple things from different isles, stopping to thumb through the magazines on display. I flip to a page with Timotheé’s face on it, the article mainly being about how he’s swooned the world already, how professional and intellectual he is. I snap a picture to show him later, my phone buzzes. I can’t help but laugh to myself.

‘Paskettiiii’

‘Thanks mom 💖’

5:16 PM

Yes, so intellectual this boy is.

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ghostgirl101 · 1 month

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I just wanna say that I am SO excited for the part 2 to your Paul Destiny fic. I have so many questions and Im excited to see if they get answered. Like if Paul is pledging his love to the reader then is the romance plot with Chani still relevant? Is the reader still the princess here? Very interesting

Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅱ of Ⅱ

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A/N: Honestly, I didn't think this would blow up so much- 1k+ likes??! Thank you all, it's sick 🙃 in answer to your questions, I didn't really specify if the reader (you) are part of a Great House or the Emperor's daughter, or maybe someone else, that's kind of up to your imagination. And yeah, sorry Chani fans, I kind of kicked her to the curb lmao; This is all about you, and so enjoy the second and final part of this destiny trope before I work on some relationship headcanons for Paul and Feyd-Rautha... Requests are open for Dune 2, so don't be shy 📩

You can't escape fate.

It's as real as the Spice that threads through the grains of sand blanketing Arrakis in heavy, warm golden waves. It twists and turns in the air, in the tides of change, something beyond understanding roping together reality and its lives to bond, whether in love or hate.

At least, with the newly ascended young Emperor, you know which side you're on. Since the day of his declaration and claiming of you as his Empress, you've never once left his sight, unknowingly or not. The boy is almost ridiculously close and observant, as if testing the depths of the events unfolding around him, testing to see whether you'll try to run from them, from him. But you can't run from fate, either.

"You aren't resting."

Paul's soft, low voice slices through the silence of the dusk, the only words you hear before you feel his warm, firm arms slipping under your arms and around your middle, pulling you into his front in a smooth, protective motion. His chocolate brown locks tickle your neck and cheek as he gazes up at you from your shoulder; wandering, curious eyes study yours knowingly, his natural hues tainted blue with the Spice.

"What troubles you?"

You hesitate in your response, unsure of the right thing to say. There's no point in lying, not to him, to a boy who could easily use the power of his Voice to make you tell him everything and anything with just a few words. He's done it to the Bene Gesserit, to those who speak out of turn and challenge him cluelessly, but never to you. And something tells you that he never will.

"I'm sorry," is how you answer instead, in a small whisper, trying to read his expression before his reaction.

But all Paul does is give you one of his soft, amused smirks, a brow raising slightly, unconvinced.

"Don't apologise to anyone for anything," he murmurs, his fingers drifting to lock with yours, his hand hot and strong in yours. "We are to be wed, you and I, soon. So what troubles you?"

"It's not you," you tell him as earnestly as you can, his eyes capturing yours and holding them as you blink up at him. "I'm just... nervous."

"Nervous?" Paul repeats gently, his hands squeezing yours for a moment, his face an inch away from yours. "What have you to be nervous about?" He grins slightly, not attempting to hide his teasing amusement. "A wedding?"

You can't help but smile at his tone, savouring the unguarded moments of the new, young Emperor, his boyish traits lingering beneath the newfound power and promises passed down to him.

You were nervous, because you weren't so familiar with destiny and its quirks, and yet, Paul Atreides seemed to be its master. Nervous, because although there was a strange pull between you and him, a deeper part of you somehow knowing him, at an instinctive ease with him, you had never met him before these past few days, and now, you were going to be joined together for time indefinite by marriage. Nervous, because he didn't just want you to rule with him, but alongside him, as a partner, a second part of him. His second half who's with him in soul, not just spirit, physically, not just mentally. And he's relishing in it.

"I've never had one before," you shake your head with a light smile, "I don't know what to expect. Or what's expected of me."

Paul hums to himself at your reply, pausing for a while as he thinks over his words.

"It isn't just a wedding," he tells you quietly, "it's so much more. This... this a beginning. A new dawn."

"Beginning?" You echo in bemusement, looking up at him in wonder. "Of what?"

"Of a new era," Paul says thoughtfully, his hands moving from yours to run over and down your sides, tracing over your figure absentmindedly, a gesture that makes you hold your breath for a beat as you watch him, "the first of many. You are more than a mere future. You're the future. My future. And the future of my people."

The sincerity and conviction in his voice makes you stare back at him in slight awe, taken by his certainty of what he's seen in the deepest stretches of his mind, the flickering images of you, adorned in all your natural beauty and grace that he could find nothing short of perfect. You were a fantasy and a hope materialised. Someone he'd wished and dreamed for so much, that you came true, just as you should have.

"Anything that happens to you," Paul continues, looking you straight in the eye as he speaks, "happens to me. You have always been mine, and I was yours before then. Absolutely and completely."

And his words make a home in your head, everything he says so poetic and beautifully surreal, but so honest and unwaveringly confident. He didn't need to practise what he said before he whispered the sweet words in your ear, in a voice only you could catch, in the long, warm nights on Arrakis. There was no need for practice. He had been made for this, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You let yourself relax slightly in his grips, giving him an earnest smile. "That sounds nice."

Paul smiles back at you, a bright, sweet smile that makes him seem so soft and normal, almost forgetting for a moment of his utter strength and glory over the planets, his dangerous darkness that he occasionally allowed to rule over his actions at the tensest of times, until those who stood up against him retreated in bewilderment and fascination and fear.

"It does," he agrees, his gaze dropping to look out at the dunes beyond you, "you can't imagine..."

You couldn't. But every part of you wanted to. And those parts won.

"Won't you tell me?"

Paul's attention shifts back to you after you speak, before you can stop yourself.

"Would it be kind to tell you?" He asks aloud, speaking half to himself as his eyes go to search yours again, studying every inch of you, almost unsettlingly intently.

"Do you dream?" Paul questions you softly, and you dither before shaking your head.

"Not like you do," you answer steadily.

"Like I do. Seeing your face amidst the streaks of sunbeams and every kind of ethereal power that could create wonders, planets, worlds. Waking up, and you're not here, though it felt so real," he goes on, his voice laced with longing, as if it pained him to remember the feeling. "Realer than I've ever felt anything before. Every sense in me was awakened, because with destiny, I saw hope. And I did not know that hope could be so.... beautifully... angelic."

Paul draws closer and closer with each word, pulled by invisible strings to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a long moment to breathe, breathe you in. The sight of it is almost dizzyingly hypnotic, staring at the little scattered freckles over his fair, lightly tanned skin, cheeks flushed golden. He moves his face to rub his cheek against yours, seeking out affection in an irresistible rare, vulnerable move. Your hand reaches up to brush your fingers against it, and he takes it in his immediately, pressing his lips against your fingertips as he speaks.

"I need you," Paul insists, his voice firm and pressing again as he stares at you with a spark of desperation. "I need only you. More than you can comprehend. By my side, always, where you belong."

"I'm right here," you reply a little giddily, looking away from his eyes slightly bashfully from the intensity and unbridled longing of his gaze. "I suppose I'm just not used to this."

"To what?" Paul questions, his fingers tilting your chin up softly to force your eyes back up to his, his face a little closer than before. "To being an Empress?"

Before you can respond, he's pushed himself closer over you, his warm, damp lips sliding and pressing against yours and parting to encourage you to deepen his affections. It sends hot shockwaves rushing straight through your blood, as Paul crouches over you, all patience and purpose forgotten in the moment where it's just the two of you in the calm, lingering desert night.

You fit together perfectly, too perfectly for his words to be untrue, and his head tilts keenly where your fingers skim his neck, his lips parting from yours as they tangle in his hair with a short gasp. He loses none of his confidence and persistence, his azure blue eyes a shade darker as he watches you with an open trace of adoration.

"A queen?"

"Paul," you start shakily, as he smirks at you fondly, his head ducking to trace his tongue briefly up the skin of your neck, with a faint chuckle.

"To being desired?"

You glare at him weakly, hanging onto his hands tight to find some sense of grounding. "You're just playing with me."

"I intend to do so much more than that," Paul grins at you, kissing your cheek before burying his face against your shoulder. "And so should you. Test the depths of our connection. Push it to its limits. Push me. Please."

You find yourself speechless again at his way with words, simple and truthful, but full of passion and unthought romance, a sensation he's been craving since the first shadows of your being in his hazy dreams and visions.

"Give into your destiny, sweet girl," he croons to you in a whisper, his lips brushing against yours and pressing down against your skin needily, hungrily. It takes almost inhumane strength not to crumble and shiver under his touch and desire radiating off him and his dark glare, the wanting over years of dreams and prophecies building up to its peak. "Give into me."

"I think I will," you whisper back in awe and giddiness, your arms having to hold tightly around his neck to stay upright. "I think I want to."

"That's good," he praises you with a soft smile, as his voice lowers. "And besides," Paul mutters in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek breathlessly, with that subtle, teasing look in his eyes, "I plan on taking you as mine well before the wedding."

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kteezy997 · 3 months

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The Emperor's Wife// Paul Atreides

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, slow burn kinda

"That princess shall have no more of me than my name. No child of mine nor touch nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire." The promise of Paul Atreides as he ascended your father's throne was held true for some time. But his words began to falter in time, against his will.

He married you, but remained loyal to his concubine, Chani. But he did acknowledge that you had a literary nature, and he entrusted you to sit in on his council meetings as Emperor. The more time you spent around each other, the more you became companions, and the more he relied on your mind to help him keep a balance of things.

You noticed as Paul started to become more relaxed around you. He'd even have a laugh with you now and then. It was clear that he valued your friendship as much as your ability to write and make sense of things.

One day Paul joked that Chani was his wife of passion and you were his intellectual wife. Your feelings had started to form into deep admiration for your husband, so his words were course against your ears. Though you knew that this was the way it had to be, it wasn't any easier to hear him say it.

But there was a look from him, a look where he scanned you, slowly, from head to toe. Your special training had kicked in. You could feel it; it was desire. He thought his momentary glance would go undetected, but that was nary the case.

All the late evenings in the council room, all the discussions you had about history and his interest in your writings, it all bubbled up to his vow being broken. You caught his gaze in a meeting later, and his green eyes could no longer lie to you. He was curious and desirous of you. But he could not do anything about it. He simply could not act on it.

But you, on the other hand, were tired of the intellectual relationship. This feeling was different for you, and you never expected to fall for him. Your body ached, your skin burned for your husband. Even if it was just once, you had to have him.

You hated to admit to yourself the jealousy you felt toward his Fremen woman. You wanted to feel what Chani felt. Just one full moment of Paul's desire. You needed his touch. To exchange passionate breaths with him. To have the weight of the handsome Emperor on top of you. To have his eyes on you, and only you.

..........

You ventured to Paul's sietch, into the private apartment he shared with Chani. The Fremen in the village knew you, so they did not try to stop you, or persuade you to leave. They welcomed you with respect, as you were indeed Muad’Dib’s wife.

The room was quite plain and modest for an Emperor and his woman. The bed, however, looked cozy with glow globes on either side. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air, laced with the spice melange.

You hoped he'd come soon. You hoped he would be the first one in, and not Chani. You didn't know what to say to her, if that would be the case. She had always been pleasant toward you when you were around her, but you didn’t know if her attitude would remain the same if she knew you wanted to bed her man.

You hoped that he wouldn't be harsh towards you; that he wouldn’t be angry about you invading the space he shared with his concubine. You liked to think that you had broken his walls and exposed the tender side of him. You sat on the bed, waiting.

Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, there was a tired huff from the person outside the door, and you knew the voice instantly. Paul came in, pulling off his still suit the second he entered. He didn't see you at first. You saw his shoulders and chest as he rid himself of the rubbery material. He was strong, with hard muscles and pale skin with minor scars here and there.

You could smell the dirt and sweat that he carried. It did not deter you in the slightest, but made you more eager.

He could sense you there. You knew he could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, without even turning to face you.

You took a shaky breath, then answered, "I wanted to see you, Paul."

He finished freeing his arms from the constrictive suit, turning to look at you sitting on his bed. "And why?"

You were excited just seeing his shoulders, but now you saw his naked chest, his hard pectoral muscles and small nipples. You nearly shuddered with need. "I-uhm," I want you. "I wanted to make sure that you saw how bright and beautiful the two moons look this evening. And maybe you'd like to see my latest Muad'Dib chronicle?"

Paul nodded, "Hm." He stepped over to the window, looking up at the moons, "They are quite beautiful tonight."

You rose from the bed, joining him by the window. You could really feel his presence now, as you usually didn't get quite this close to him. His scent was stronger, too. "I brought my latest writings. If you want to read."

"Sure. You may leave them here."

He was so polite, but never overly kind. He couldn't disrespect Chani. But you so wanted things to change between you and your husband.

"Paul, I really came here to talk to you about something."

He took his eyes off the night sky outside his window and looked into your eyes. "Go on."

Your heart started thumping in your chest, you cleared your throat. "Well, I do not wish to overstep, but I think you and I have both come to enjoy our time together. I think it is safe to say that we are good friends now." You got stuck for second as you got a close look of the sweat glistening on his skin in the glowing light of the dark room.

Paul softly smiled, giving you a nod to keep going.

"But, I need you to know that no matter how amazing the moons might be on a starry night, it is no match for the way I feel when I look at you."

His expression fell, and he shook his head, "Y/n, please. I am very flattered. I appreciate you, and I care for you."

You butted in, "I can sense that you desire me, Paul. You've already broken your oath. I know that you feel distant towards your concubine, and I wonder if it has anything to do with how you feel about me."

He chuckled, walking away from you, "I thought you said you didn't wish to overstep?"

"I cannot help it. I'm sorry. But you know my training." You genuinely didn't want to disrupt anything between him and Chani.

He ran his hand over his face, pushing away the exhaustion of the day, trying to make sense of his own feelings as well. "Y/n, you aren't wrong. Chani knows that my sentiments for you have shifted."

So he admits it!

"You haven't bedded her for weeks now, have you?" you prodded, carefully.

"No," he stepped closer to you, towering over you by several inches, "not that it is any of your business."

"I don't want to make you angry, Paul. But I have seen the way you look at me, the way you brush passed me during council. You've preferred spending more and more time with me lately." You took a step forward this time, just a foot's length away from him.

Paul let his guard down, knowing that you were right about everything. His face softened, and he brought his hand up to caress your face. His hand had been roughed up by the wind and sand if the desert, but you could still see yourself melting against it as he touched you.

Paul went on to say, "You should know by now how I feel for you. But it cannot be. I made a promise. I don't ever want to be cruel to you, my y/n." he licked his dry lips, and you noticed just how blue his eyes were as a result of spice addiction. "I did not marry you for things such as love or children, you know that."

"Yes, I know." you sighed, having heard that piece of information a hundred times during your marriage. "My husband, you are a loyal man. I admired you for that, but I don't wish for anything more than the same love that you have for your concubine. You can share that tenderness with me."

He said nothing, but kept his hand on your cheek, gazing at you so fondly.

You could sense him breaking for you. "Paul," you leaned closer, placing your hand on his exposed chest, "I have seen the way your eyes narrow at me when I bow before you as my Emperor."

Then, his hand wound tightly into your hair, and his lips were being smashed against yours. He pulled you against him, he moaned into your kiss. His hands were on your body, sliding up the curves of your hips.

Your body was electrified, you ran your hands through his hair, not caring how sweaty he was. The hunger was equal on both sides.

Paul pulled away suddenly, sighing as he turned away from you.

He was still wrestling in his mind, you knew it. "I need you." you said, melancholy taking over your tone as you started to believe he was going to refuse you completely, "I need my husband. I want to made love to by Muad'Dib." You went over to him, looking at his back you noticed a scar, larger than the others on his body. You wondered if the mark was result of a fall on a sand dune or maybe the consequence of riding the great sandworm. You reached out, cautiously running your finger along the scar.

He shivered at your touch, but he didn't shy away.

You decided that maybe this plan was fruitless, that he wouldn't, and never could love you the proper way in which a man loved his wife. "Paul, if you do not love me, I will leave now. You'll never see me come back to this place. I will accept being wrong. Things will go back as they were."

"No, please, don't go." he faced you again. He relaxed more, his body language and the look in his eyes was more at ease.

"Then stop me, my dear husband."

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natalihall · 2 months

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Paul Atreides • "Dune"

(fan-illustration)

"I'M PAUL MUAD'DIB ATREIDES! DUKE OF ARRAKIS!"

Yesterday I watched "Dune: Part Two" 😱 And I was covered with such a flurry of emotions ❤️‍🔥💥🔥 that the only way to express at least part of them was to draw ✍🏻

Magnificent Timothée Chalamet as Muad'Dib, ruler of Arrakis 🌕

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notti-stellate · 9 months

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Just gonna leave these here...

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ginnyluvstimmy · 1 month

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#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothee chalamet #armie hammer #cmbyn #cmbyn fandom #call me by your name #elio perlman #elio and oliver

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blackterrae · 8 months

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

Vinnie Hacker

Tiktokers

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

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eli-timmy · 9 months

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regulus black vibes

#call me by your name #cmbyn movie #lil timmy tim #timmy #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #cmbyn #dune #elio perlman #lady bird #regulus black #timothee chamalet #marauders #harry potter #hp fandom #hp

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pastorpresent · 28 days

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Oliver/Elio, Armie/Timmy, too sweet - hozier.

#charmie #this actively is a ship edit sorry not sorry #timothée chalamet #armie hammer #timothee x armie #elio perlman #cmbyn #oliver #elioelioelio #cmbyn fandom

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shy-tidal-waves · 8 months

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You are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist.

Call Me By Your Name, André Aciman

#call me by your name #andre aciman #elio perlman #oliver #timothee chalamet #book quotes #this is beautiful #i am in love #i am sobbing #books and reading #comfort #cmbyn #cmbyn quotes #cmbyn fandom #oliver cmbyn

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eyluvu · 3 months

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Want to introduce him to agere and just hold him and watch mlp episodes to heal him

#nic sheff #beautiful boy 2018 #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #fandom agere #pls hes just a baby #i could fix him

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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roommate tim?

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

cover by @softhecreator 💗

WARNINGS: platonic relationship, fluff, pining?, roommate!timothee, fem!reader, use of alcohol, not proof read /:

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Moving to New York was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t the fast pace of city life or the fact that everything was brand new that had me worried, it was the cost to live there. I could deal with the other things.

Even with the money I’d set aside from every paycheck, freshman year to now, wasn’t enough to last me more than two months. I had looked at many, many, many, apartments before deciding to look for a roommate. It was a last resort.

I took a trip up East from my Midwest home and met a plethora of future roommates, but only one in particular sat right with me.

Timothée Chalamet.

The way his name rollled off my tongue was nearly enough to send me back home packing, I just had a feeling, you know?

None the less I had to be smarter than that, yet as he sat across from me in the coffee shop, I found myself entranced by the life story he couldn’t help but spew my way. It was like he had word vomit, I’d barely gotten a word in myself and it was a wonder he didn’t question me.

He was the most sweet and nervous of the bunch of candidates. Normally those things would be a red flag where I’m from, but the way he made me laugh, along with how he carried himself, and the genuine care how I found my way around here, let me know I’d met my match.

So I waited until he had talked himself hoarse and returned the favor. I told him I was fulfilling a dream of my younger self, my family and I were from a small town, how I had never been in a city this big, but I could feel the creative energy run through me when I took in the scenery, or walked down the sidewalk, I told him how I felt I finally belonged.

Him being a native, accepted that statement rather quickly and supported it. He sat back in his chair with a smirk.

“I’ve been looking for a roommate for months and, it may sound strange, but you’re the only person I can see myself co-existing with.” He said with a true smile on his face.

I let myself smile before answering, “I’ve met with a few people today and you know what? I think you might have read my mind.”

And that was endgame. A week and a half later we were moved into our place.

There was string of time, months, where we spent every second together. Going furniture shopping, finding our favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner spots, we went grocery shopping together, he even went as far as walking me up and down the streets near and far just so I’d be familiar with the area.

But just as fast came a time where he wasn’t home much at all and our schedules became complete opposites.

He had dropped out of NYU when he finally got his big break and the night he got the e-mail we celebrated with shitty champagne and take out. As for me, I had landed an internship on top of small indie roles that paid the bills.

“When are you leaving?” I place more noodles on my plate.

“What’s today?” He asks, mouth half full.

“Wednesday.”

“Thursday, Friday, Saturday..” He lifts a finger for each day.

“You can’t be serious right now-“

“Next Friday.” He holds nine fingers up toward me.

“You leave next week and had to count the days on your hands..out loud?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Look I have a lot going on up here,” He taps his temple with his finger, “Don’t judge.” And sends a smirk my way.

“I’m not judging! It’s kind of refreshing that you didn’t pull out your planner.” My smirk turns to a smile, “You nearly have your whole life written in there, down to each hour.”

“How do you know it’s down to the hour? Have you been reading it?” He asks quizzically, his face deathly serious.

I pause from taking a bite and stare at him with a confused face, “Please tell me you’re joking.”

After a moments pause he bursts out laughing, “No shit I’m joking, I’m not that fucking weird,” He takes a bite of a dumpling, “It’s planned by the week, day, and THEN the hour.” He grins.

Now it was my turn to laugh, “Have you ever considered therapy?”

After loading our dishes, and the dishwasher flooding with bubbles (due to the fact he put Dawn where the Cascade was supposed to go), and both of us throwing said bubbles at one another, we cleaned up and sat down on the couch to watch our show.

I laid down and was nearly asleep, feeling the after effects of our champagne, on my end of the couch. I watched him take another swig from the bottle before closing my eyes.

I could feel his face hovering over mine, “Y/N?” He tried to whisper.

“Yes Timothée.” I keep my eyes closed.

“I’m gonna miss you when I leave,” I feel the couch dip behind me, his head stuffed in the back of my neck, “I miss you already.” His voice is sleepy and rough.

I feel my cheeks heat at his words, such innocent words but in this moment they felt different. Maybe I’m drunk.

“I’m gonna miss you too Tim.” I glance back to find him softly snoring softly behind me, peacefully burrowed uncomfortably beside me.

I really look at him for the first time. Of course he’s been beautiful, but right now he looks angelic, so serene as he sleeps. I face forward again and let the heaviness of sleep take over me.

That night I dreamt of myself in his arms for the first time.

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The Emperor's Wife: Part Two// Paul Atreides

Warnings: explicit smut, virgin reader, cursing, oral sex female and male receiving, getting caught having sex

18+ readers only!!

You took Paul's hands, leading him over to the bed.

He went with you compliantly, but his breathing quickened, he pursed his lips.

You sat on the bed once again, looking up at your man. "Make love to me, Paul Atreides. I know that it is not my place to carry an heir, but the purpose here is love."

He put his hands on your face, cupping your chin. He brought his lips down upon yours, so sweetly this time. Gently, he pushed you on to your back.

You noticed a spark of desire develop between your legs. It was almost like a shock, making you tremble.

Paul pulled the remainder of the still suit off his body, then came down his underwear. His cock looked massive, even though he was only semi-erect.

You licked your lips nervously. He started to climb onto you. This was it. You put your hands on his arms, and he kissed you again. You felt his weight on your body as he pressed his hips against you. His lips met your collarbone, then his teeth traced a tender line down to the joint of your breasts. He kissed them with warm, wet lips, and cupped them in his large hands.

He opened his mouth around your nipple, letting his lips wrap around it, making you writhe in pleasure. He groaned softly, suckling your tit into his mouth. He toyed with the bud in his mouth, then licked it before nibbling on your other nipple. You held the back of his head, letting your fingers tangle into his hair as he sucked eagerly, hungrily on your breast.

He pulled away, saying lowly and nearly out of breath, "The last time I bedded Chani, I thought of you, and I came harder than I ever have before." he resumed kissing your face, trickling his lips down your neck, as if his words hadn’t rattled your entire being.

It was as if lightning struck your veins with his admission. You couldn't believe it. You feel the thumping of your blood as it ran through your body. You softly grinded against him, desperate as hell to have him, finally. Your wetness coated your panties.

Paul undressed you, and kissed your leg, from your ankle to your inner thigh. With his face just above where you needed him to be the most, his blue-blue eyes snapping up at you as he had a smirk on his face.

It was a relief to have his mouth on your burning heat. He licked your clit over and over, circling his tongue as well. You reacted by bucking your hips against his face and held you by your thighs. You moaned like a mad woman, reaching down to tug on your husband's curls.

You decided to admit something as well, "I've had many dreams of your warm, wet tongue on my clit. I’ve wanted this with you for so long." you panted.

With a soft huff of a breath, he parted from your pussy, "Now we can have it, wife." he grinned, getting on top of you again to catch your lips in a kiss. He held your head, combing his fingers through your hair.

You kissed him firmly, holding him as tightly to your body as you could muster. You touched his cheek, looking up at him.

He pushed your legs apart, thrusting his hips between them. He used his hand to slide his member into you. He took your wrists and held them at your sides as you could feel him bust through your hymen.

You cried out in pain, closing your eyes, clenching your entire face up. You inadvertently squeezed him with your legs.

Paul held your wrists down, but slowly pulled out of you, "Your first time, I didn't even think of it. I'm so sorry." his tone was etched with worry as he touched your face and petted your hair.

"No," you took a breath, "I want this. Please, hold me down, fuck me. I am yours." You used your free hand to pull him down into kiss.

"You're sure?" he asked, touching his forehead to yours, letting your brand of sweat mix with his.

"Yes. Please continue." you begged, pecking his lips.

He gave you a nod, then grabbed your hand, binding it in his fist as he had done with your other one, and rutted into you slowly.

You let the pain ride out, and then it felt really good. You felt a tear escape from your eyes, which Paul noticed and licked away in an instant.

It was better than you had fantasized about. He was incredible as a lover. He used his brute strength to rock his hips into you and move your whole body. His cock carved in and out roughly, but it felt so good.

"Do you still love me?" Paul asked you, in between his animalistic thrusts, "Even though it hurt at first?"

"Mm," you moaned as he freed your wrists after clutching them his grasp for several minutes, "I still love you."

Paul then growled lowly in his throat, quickening his thrusts but making them shallower.

You marveled at the tightness of his abdominal and chest muscles as he pushed on your stomach like an anchor so he could fuck you faster.

His brows furrowed and he would throw his head back in pleasure. "Your pussy feels so warm and tight around my cock. I love it." he praised in a breathy huff.

"Paul, tell me you love me." you put your hands on his arms, rubbing them.

"I love you, my beautiful wife," he leaned down to peck your lips in a wet kiss, "I love you, in the most earnest of ways." He then flattened on top of you. The warmth of his body enveloped you and he kept his hips moving as well.

The friction he created inside of you was not of this world. He was the Kwisatz Haderach, the Mahdi, Lisan al-Gaib, the Emperor of the Known Universe; Paul Atreides was everything. And here, he was proving it. He had the most tender way of making love, but he also fucked your brains out almost in the same instant. He was switching angles to fuck you deeper, switching positions just to please you. He was so attentive and observant, like a strong ruler of people should be.

You each had an orgasm and dropped down on the bed in a heap of exhaustion and sweat. You curled up to your husband, laying your head on his chest. You rested there for a while together.

Paul ran his fingers lazily through your hair, and trickled his fingertips down your arm. You felt so cozy and comfortable with him. But you weren't ready for the escapade to end just yet.

You sat up and moved down to touch his cock. You wet your fingers with your tongue, and ran them along the length of him, looking up at his face.

Paul smiled at your actions, then relaxed against the pillow at his head.

You licked your lips, moistening them and then put your mouth on his cock. You tasted the tip, licking and swirling your tongue around it. After a moment, you felt his hand on the back of your head. You let him push his cock past your lips and into your mouth.

Paul put his hand more firmly on your head, guiding you gently back and forth on his cock.

You slurped and licked and sucked until you really got into the rhythm of it and Paul started to buck his hips upward a bit. It was so satisfying to please him. His cock felt amazing as it invaded your mouth.

He changed the pace after a moment and held your head in place and rammed your throat. You couldn’t get away from his cock, not that you even wanted to. He cursed, and moaned out your name as he fucked your mouth.

You kind of liked being used by him.

He let go of your head, and you took his hard cock in your hands using your spit to stroke him. You watched him bite his lip and clench his eyes shut in pleasure as you pumped your hands on his slippery length.

As he got more and more flushed with color, the more he panted for you, and the more you wanted to feel his cock stretch you again. You climbed onto him, straddling his waist.

He put his hands on your hips, helping you keep steady as you sunk down on his cock. He moaned as you took him completely.

You started to rock your hips back and forth, allowing his cock to explore your pussy. As he opened you up, you gasped and moaned, and put your hands on his chest.

Paul tucked your hair behind your ear and held your jaw. With his mouth agape, he looked up at you as if you were a goddess.

"What is this?" came Chani's voice from behind you.

You were startled, you were so caught up in the moment, you hadn't even heard her footsteps. You rolled over off of Paul instantly.

"Chani...I love her." he declared to his concubine, "But this does not change the love I have for you, not at all."

"I knew that this would happen. I knew it. But I cannot shame you, Usul. I want you to be as happy as you can be." Chani came over to the bed where Paul was sitting on the edge of it, "I don't want to lose you." she put her hands in his hair, dotingly.

He took her hands, "You will never lose me." he kissed her hand, then looked over at you.

You were able to breathe easier when you felt his warm gaze on you. You smiled at him.

Paul matched your grin, and took your hand as well, saying, "I can share this love with my two wives."

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