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He too been seeing her in his dreams... THESE TWO DJDMDJKXK radiates power couple 😈

no escape — paul atreides

— Pairing: Paul Atreides x Fremen!Reader — Summary: He arrived at the sietch with the rest of Stilgar’s group and ever since, you mind ceased to know peace. Paul's thoughts alone were as scorching as the midday sun, but his dreams—those were the issue. Those never hid why you needed stay far from his path. — Word count: 2.1k — A/n: Spoilers for the movie, if you haven't seen it! But this story's been out since the sixties, so no complaints of those, my people lol. If you enjoy it, feedback is appreciated & highly encouraged and motivates me to write even more. Mistakes/errors might be here, let me know if you find any.

More often than not, he dreams of his father.

You have never met Leto Atreides — or any of the Atreides in person, for the matter — but ever since he arrived at the sietch, the new Duke dreamed of him often enough to provide you with a full picture.

He almost felt familiar by now.

A friend.

What if I'm not?

The echo of Paul's questions, asked over and over as he tried and failed to sleep, always reached your tent, even if you slept on the open outer spaces in your smellest tents.

No matter where you went in the sietch, his voice always found you.

Safe to say, you were going a little mad.

Nowhere in the sietches you could go without murmurs of the Lisan al-Gaib following you.

Paul was everywhere. Muad'Dib, as he was now known among the Fremen, walked the deserts of Arrakis with growing expertise which took our kids years to grow.

You understood why no one doubted of his coming.

Paul was in the meetings, side by side with Strilgar’s group, talking to everyone who asked him for a minute of his day, learning everything he could about Arrakis. And he already knew so much.

Sometimes, you doubted if the Atreides boy even grew up in royal chambers, as his posture and way of speaking indicated.

He navigated the desert. Stared back at it, unashamed and ready for it. His steps were measured, the dance of the Fremen.

And his voice... it always found you.

Even though now you changed your expeditions to not match Chani's group anymore, in fear of running into him, or took different routes back to your room, you could hear him talking to others or to himself.

To the desert.

As if it weren't enough that the Voice living inside of you showed him in your dreams, constantly. Talking about his father, telling you of his days in Calandra with Leto and Duncan, the other Atreides who had found your people.

"...never seen anything so... pure, Chani."

"Seeing the birth of Muad'Dibs is something unique. Still, you need to stop wondering so late at nights all by yourself, Paul."

"Don't worry about me." His laughter, too, showed up in your dreams. These, you prefered to forget. They hurt too much. "I'm getting... familiar with it. It's all about learning."

His insights nailed things on the head most of the time.

You liked his mantra about fear the most of it all — despite not being raised by Bene Gesserit, the gift of persuasion, or as you've learned they named it: the Voice, was inherent to you since birth — and repeating it to yourself every morning started controlling your thumping heart, always making havoc inside your chest and rising the itch under your skin.

It was a good mantra.

Regardless of how many good mantras the noble boy had in him — they were many — or how softly and velvety he spoke with others, you could not approach him.

To approach him would mean inciting Fate, and teasing fate was as clever as teasing the Shai Hulud, which was to say, not clever at all.

Approaching the Paul equaled setting motion to the possibility of your dreams, and as much as you'd love to speak to him and have the most exciting conversations you've ever dreamt of — other cultures, other planets and ways of living, Paul knew so much and every time he walked the tall rocky foundations of Arrakis and talked to you about the things he learned, asking in return everything he could get out of you, all those conversations with Lisan al-Gaib who was faceless before the arrival of Paul and started smiling with the features of the one who was now everywhere —, as much as you dreamt of having all of that, you couldn't.

If you interfered with fate, you've seen what that could lead to.

You'd rather be swollen and immortalized in Shai Hulud than see Paul looking at you with that broken-hearted face.

The face of someone who saw a person they love willingly save them, surrendering at the tooth of fate.

Paul deserved better than to suffer even more like that.

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Tempting as they can be, the dreams always start the same.

Paul is smiling at you and since you always focus too much on the way his mouth curves in the corner, all you can see is the blinding sun shining on his cheekbones, his black hair glistening with the spice attached to it and his eyes with the growing hue of blue in them.

He is saying something you can't hear — you're distracted by how his smile can look good even while wearing the stillsuit — and when he catches you distracted by his mouth, he snaps his finger.

"Are my lips bleeding again?" He asks you, and he looks serious. Paul always looks serious, unless you talk.

Then—"You gotta put the whole mask on, idiot," you tease him. It's much after the peak of the Sun by the color of the sky, but his face is always a distraction. "I'm not giving you my water again."

"You always say that, then always give me a sip of your water."

"Why do you always have to run out of it before we get back?"

"I'm not as good planning as you and my mother can be, you know. Chani understands me."

"Just because you and Chani always side, doesn't mean you two are always right, Muad'Dib."

"I thought you said Chani was always right."

"I said you must listen to Chani, always... And that she's right most of the time."

That's usually the moment when he smiles.

Paul's smile is shy and small, like he isn't used to doing it. Then, you and he take shortcuts, hide in a tent on another rocky stop since a worm watcher rang about sights near your location, all while sharing as many of the thoughts inside your mind as the heat and exhaustion allow it.

He's the most talkative when you two are meeting for late coffees in your dreams, and you watch him speaking of strategies with the scent of the crushed beans heavy underneath your nose, the dim lighting making Paul lookg almost as tasty as the brew with the spice.

The dreams are dangerous.

They always begin the same, luring you into a false sense of security with all the incredible things and paths you two open together, only to all end in the same way:

Paul's wide eyes staring at you as the depths of Shai Hulud overtake you, and you drowning in darkness happy with the knowledge that your Paul is safe, but having to witness the pain in his eyes as a price.

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Avoiding him goes well until Paul decides it wise to sleep after a recon mission, right in a rock island stop.

Exposed.

Alone.

His trips to get familiar with the desert surrounding the smuggler community were dangerous, but you couldn't say anything. Right now, hiding in your hut, your medic suit did little to hide the distress your heart was under.

Your mission at Chin Rock had ended early in the day, but since you found Paul walking many dunes away, the unshakable desire to follow him and make sure he arrived back at the community safe and sound clung to you.

So here you were, watching the surroundings of his tent, almost entirely covered by the sand at this point.

Maybe you're just paranoid.

It's highly possible. Even if you're not—what's the worse it could happen? With him sleeping on solid ground, there was no risks of worms passing under him, and staying close enough to the sandy ground to be covered by sand made him camouflaged to anyone else.

Not that anyone would chase after him in times like these.

There were no Harkonnen family members around to plot the Duke's death anymore.

The most probable scenario here was—chasing after him even though your shift was done and people expected you back was probably why you were uneasy in the first place.

You were the one lurking in the darks with magnifying glasses pointed in his direction. Sure, you were just there to make sure he returned safe, but what was there other than worms to put his life at risk?

Maybe you should just head home.

Back to the communities before the sun was fully down—there was still time before you had to walk only in counted steps.

You're thinking about what to do when the movement catches your eyes.

Someone.

No Atreides should live.

The echo. This voice is familiar too, although you can't pin it to a face in your mind—it resonates like nails on a chalkboard, though, or the unsavory feeling of going without water for too long and your insides start turning against you.

When you point to the tent, there's movement inside and the white warrior suit leaves no shadow of a doubt—Harkonnen warrior, one who undoubtedly stuck back to assure the remains of every Atreides family member was gone, but found none until he found Paul, walking through these damn deserts.

Alone.

The man slides under the sand in a similar fashion to the Fremen way of fighting you're trained under, and you see his hand clutching the vial before he completely disappears.

Clever enough to think of poisoning Paul—not clever enough to check his surroundings before going in.

The minutes of wait are spent reciting to yourself the useful Bene mantra.

There's no reason to fear for Paul because Paul is him. The thought is the only thing you cling to even when the tent shakes and sand flies with the wind.

When the spy finally struts out of tent, limping and almost pending, you waste no breaths chasing after him to finish the job Paul didn't for some reason.

This man wouldn't survive much longer.

Paul, on the other hand, has been poisoned and needs to start making his way back to the community. There's no reason why he should take his time, and even if he's injured, he knows better—he knows he should hydrate, pack his things, start walking back.

Unless he can't.

An image of two figures struggling inside the tent takes over your head, and one of them stabs the other's water reserve first thing into battle.

Someone who's clever enough to poison is clever enough to go for what actually kills.

The thought registers the same second as something else does: If Paul has no access to water, Paul is being poisoned.

Paul is dying.

You're out of your own tent before you can think, dashing through the desert as if Shai Hulud himself is chasing after you when it is not your time yet.

The sand softens and absorbs each one of your hurried steps, and it's in what feels like less than a minute, you're dashing inside the tent with both your arms up, just in case.

Paul is dying.

"Drink this," you pull your own water reserve out of your medic suit and place it on his lips.

There are no thoughts about how you should not be doing this or what does it mean on your mind—only the dark deep blue of Paul's irises closing slowly, and his lips taking in the water you offer.

He drinks it obediently, and you nod along to it. When he's almost done, you open one of the vials stashed in your thigh pocket and place it on his lips. "Antibiolitic. It'll neutralize whatever's inside you."

Paul lips graze against your fingertips, taking in the medicine.

Then his tongue darts out to lick them, and he croaks out. "It's you."

Only two words, and you're doomed with it.

"Finish it, you need to be okay to make it back to the sietch. You'll need a detox," you order. Thinking about the way back and Paul walking alongside you hurts too much now, and that's not even the worse part.

The worse part is the excitement bubbling underneath it as he nods and smiles gently, face full of gratitude and lips parting for the rest of his dose.

Thinking about how good you two can be together before it's all darkness hurts too much, but when it's facing you with life in his eyes, you know nothing can stop it.

Paul's smiling like he, too, knows a secret.

You think he deserves to have as many as he can possibly come up with. It's only fitting, considering the weight of what binds him to reality.

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thalasoophilia · 3 years

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It's been a while since I last reading fanfics. Oh how I miss those good old days huhu

I hope the writers are doing good and is healthy ❤

Looking forward to more amazing stories here. See you!

#i miss this account!!!#i hope all the writers here are healthy #i'm going to read agaaaainnnnnn #yeaY

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My fellow fantasy recommend this and I'm losing the remaining sanity I have.

SF9 “They get caught in the act”

Sf9 Masterlist Group Masterlist

Ask: Sf9 reaction to them being caught in the act with their s/o.

#s:sf9 #THIS SHIT LIT #I FUCKING LOSING MY MIND #HWIYOUNG #JUHO #FUUUYYYYCCCCKKKKKK #LORD HELP ME I NEED MORE

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Juho you one hella fine beast. Damn?!?!? You unintentionally write my kink and I'm????? couldn't help but to laugh. I'm losing my mind bit by bit. Thought Rowoon gonna disrupt their quickie but Juho... sigh... man

D-1 (M)

SF9 AU, takes place in The Purge universe.

Pairing: Zuho x OC (Female)

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut

The smell of coffee pierced through her nose, waking Yuna up from her deep slumber. She fluttered her eyes open, realizing the sun lights have filled in her pearly colored bedroom. The first thing that she did was turning over to her side, to find the man she spent the night with wasn’t there.

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#s:zuho #s:sf9 #g:mature #g:smut #au:purge #I DEADASS WHEEZING THE MOMENT ROWOON SAID COCKROACH MY ASS #THAT WAS COMIC #ROWOON BLESS YOU #I LAUGHED

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Whoa I had mixed feelings about this chapter. Whoa.................... I pity and envy OC so much. I pity her because she can't manage her emotions and it leads to her 'downfall', and I envy her because she got Baekhyun on her clutch. That scene where Baekhyun trying to wash her, it's sexy 🥺 OMG she's fainted now what will happen to Jihyun????? I hope she didn't mad at her sister and Baekhyun could contact or pick her up in OC's place.

loyal - bbh - part 6

summary: A year ago, you landed your dream job and made your move to the city. Not knowing anyone, you moved into the spare room of coworker’s beautiful apartment, and quickly became close friends. Her loyal social circle quickly adopted you as one of their own, giving you some of the best friends you’ve ever known. You have it all. There’s only one problem: Byun Baekhyun. Not only your friend via your roommate, but her longtime crush. Completely off-limits to you, as she’s made it very clear. But when love interferes with the life you worked so hard to build, who do you stay loyal to?

pairing: reader x Baekhyun (ft. Jongin)

genre: smut, fluff, angst (MATURE/NSFW)

warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, angst, mild violence

words: 7.0k

author’s note: apologies for this part taking me a bit longer than usual! i appreciate you all waiting for me on this one and letting me take my time. i hope you enjoy part 6!! as always, i love to hear your reactions and feedback :)

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Slumped over Baekhyun’s desk, your body refused to move.

Tired, sore, out of breath. Your head pounded. Your chest heaved, pressing against the hard word under you with each shallow breath you took. Sweat dripped from your damp forehead down the sides of your face, salty as it slipped over your upper lip and into your mouth. Maybe it was a tear. It didn’t matter.

Gravity held you down, like the weight of every bad decision you’d made in the past week was pressing against you, onto your back and towards the floor.

There was a lot of weight. There were a lot of bad decisions. This one was no exception.

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an exploration in waves

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I don't what to say so I'm saying it with meme

riding & cock warming kink with baekhyun please?👉👈😳☺️

🙈🔥 RATED M • SMUTTY DRABBLE 🔥🙈

He’s outside on the balcony, sitting in that crushed velvet chair with a cigarette between his slender fingers, elbow propped on the armrest. He’s zoning out, staring blankly at the twin high-rise across the busy boulevard, the glow from the setting sun reflecting off its side and casting him in a beautiful gold.

You decide to join him, even though his mind is probably a thousand miles away. He glances at you with those dark eyes of his, but otherwise he does nothing else to acknowledge you. And when you walk around in front of him, gently straddling his lap with your legs bent on either side of his firm thighs, he merely raises a thick, perfectly groomed brow at you.

You barely graze your lips over his before pulling him into a deep kiss, unbuckling his expensive belt and pulling it off to leave it on the glass table beside him. When you get his leather pants undone, you slip your hand beneath his boxer briefs and take him out, already stroking along his slit and soft shaft.

“Are you going to ride me out here, angel?” he asks in that husky voice you love so much, a tiny smirk on his beautiful face. His pink lips say he’s amused, but his dead eyes say otherwise.

You slowly lift up the hem of your dress with your free hand. “I just want you inside me, Baekhyun.”

He hums, a sudden, devious glint in his dark orbs. “You think I’m cold right now? You just want to keep my cock warm?” he questions almost smugly and takes one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the crystal ash tray. “Why don’t you just take everything off?” Then he lifts your dress over your head, tossing it to the side, and you’re left in your bra and underwear. His thumbs hook into the waistband of your dampening panties and he nudges them down. “Stand up for me, angel.”

You do as you’re told, and he slides the white lace off of you. With pretty eyes only filled with lust now, he beckons for you to turn around and sit down on his lap like before, but this time your back is to his chest. You feel his semi-hard member twitching when you settle over him.

“Well? Go ahead, angel.”

Shivering a little from the cool early evening breeze on your bare skin, you line him up and sink down on him, your pussy fitting around him like a glove. And you pretend your heart isn’t racing in your chest when he pushes your hair to the side and trails open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You pretend your stomach isn’t fluttering with butterflies when his slender fingers slide over your ribs and to your bare breasts, palms cupping and squeezing the soft flesh. Your walls tighten around his stiffening length when he plays with your nipples, laps at your ear with his soft tongue.

“You keep me nice and warm, angel,” he hums against your cheek as his hand dips down to your core. He grazes your clit and skims over your wet lips parted by his growing erection. “I love being inside you.”

You grip the cool metal of the armrests and adjust yourself on his lap, shoving him deeper into you. Mewling quietly at the sensation, you hang your head back over his shoulder and press your face into his dark hair. His smell alone turns you on, and you can’t help but to clench repeatedly around his shaft, push yourself up and down his length. You’re sure you’re dripping onto his lap when he grabs your head and makes you face him, yanking you into a searing kiss full of teeth and tongue.

“Angel, I want you to ride me,” he commands. “Fuck yourself hard and deep and let everyone see how good my cock makes you feel. Let everyone see who fucking owns you.” Then he snaps his hips up into you without warning, his tip instantly hitting you where you want him most. “Go.”

#s:baekhyun #g:smut #kink:riding #kink:cockwarming

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eyes closed head empty i transcend

🙈 🔥 RATED M • SMUTTY DRABBLE 🔥🙈

you know shit just got real when yo gurl had to put the keep reading…

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Damn this hurts......... I read this accompanied with Park Hyoshin Wild Flower and Goodbye and I cried.... those songs suit this scenario well 😭 I couldn't imagine if this happen irl 😭

Saudade

➳ Soulmate!AU || Reincarnation!AU || Scenario || Genre: Angst || Rated: T ➳ Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader ➳ Summary: Being invited to a cousin’s wedding isn’t unusual, even if she hasn’t seen her in a few years. What is unusual is who her groom seems to be. ➳ Warnings: aaaaannnnnngggggsssssssstttttttttttt, btw there is no second part to this so please don’t ask YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ➳ Word Count: 1.5k (wow this is a first in a while) ➳ Author’s Note: this is written in third person, it is still reader insert but I am not using the typical y/n because this is written for a certain dear of mine who prefers oc style, in a way of saying thank you for all she does for me.

@baekwell–tart @scorpionxsingthesequal @findingmyelysium @chanyeolol @khelmatic @soondingieworks @suhoerections @kim-jonginism @leewalberg @sammsdreaming @mint-yooxgi @oninigiri @theloveinkimkai @fairyyeols @yeoldontknow @amerikaikong @crescent-iak @kimkaijong-in @moonlightjongin @hyunymph

The music begins to play, like it has a thousand times before, her feet move on their own because they know where they need to go and she feels the tears beginning to fall silently without control. The slightest breeze caresses her cheeks, cooling the hot tears and attempting to dry the ones that fall; this is the happiest moment of her life, every moment had brought her here so, of course, a tear will be shed.

#s:jongin #au:soulmate #au:reincarnation #g:angst

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Oh my god???? This looks interesting???? Can I be tagged???? 🥺

“I promise you.” he whispered while looking me in the eyes “I will get you out of here.”

“Really?” my voice was shaky

I felt tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.

“Of course.” he pulled me into him and embraced in a tight hug, his hand running through my hair in a soothing motion “You are different. And I am different too. That’s what makes us alike.”

He moved away from me, just enough to be able to stare into my eyes again, his arms wrapped around my frame.

“We will get out of here. Together.”

“Sleeping Pills” by @deermi

Doctor!Lee Taemin x Patient!Reader

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Ah... what a nice day to wake up to Loyal new update. I wonder what will happen if OC give back Baekhyun's key on the event 🤔 I'm sad she's developing a trauma after all this mess. I wonder how she's going to cope and heal herself. Though I have a feeling she's somehow gonna ended up with Baekhyun, but I'll just sit patiently to see all the plot unfold.

loyal - bbh- part 4

pairing: reader x Baekhyun (ft. Jongin)

genre: fluff, smut, angst MATURE/NSFW lmao

warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, angst

words: 7.7k

author’s note: time for part 4!! this chapter is a tiny bit shorter than the previous ones, i don’t want to call it a filler chapter because it is setting up some VERY important things for future parts, as there is as lot of foreshadowing. so i hope you enjoy!! as always i love you all and appreciate your feedback :) if you can’t tell, the next part is going to be spicy. hope you’re ready

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You gulped, staring into the deep brown eyes only inches from your own.

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Wow. this chapter wrecked me... I can't stop crying and my heart is hurting 😭

Can I be tagged in future updates? Thank you!

loyal - bbh - part 3

index | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | ... (ongoing)

genre: fluff, smut, angst MATURE/NSFW lmao

warnings: angst, swearing, girl there’s drama

words: 8.7k

author’s note: ladies, the drama is here. finally, i know!!!! the lack of smut in this chapter disappoints me as well, trust me, but i hope you enjoy this angsty, tear-filled explosion. anyways, this story is killing me emotionally because i’m very attached and there is much more (pain) to come. as always, i appreciate all of your feedback, tags, messages, you are all so kind and wonderful!! apologies if i missed you on the tag list, and let me know if you’d like to be added!

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“What the fuck is going on here?”

You didn’t mean for it to slip out of your mouth, but it was out before you could stop it.

Your words hung stagnant in the air, as the four sets of eyes in front of you turned to look away from where you stood in the doorway. No one spoke.

You were frozen in place, shock glueing your feet to the wood floor. You’d come up here expecting to have a decently horrific time explaining yourself to Minji, not to be faced by four of your best friends. All you could do was stare, searching their distant faces for some explanation of what you had just walked into.

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