#chani-babe

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Someone: your blorbo is an awful person and your ship is toxic

Me and my fandom friends:

[fancyschmancyopinions]

ZENDAYA at the 96th Annual Academy Awards on March 10th 2024 in ARMANI PRIVÉ

[drowofbhaal]

If intimacy is a new concept for Astarion, can you imagine how it would be for Durge? For followers of Bhaal, affection equates to violence and murder; it would be hard to piece together what their version of intimacy would be beyond sexuality and pain.

They would learn about hugs, cuddles, nuzzles, kisses, and other cute forms of affection. They would also learn what pet names the other liked and what the other's love language was.

The two of them would be like teenagers all over again.

[graunblida]

dune verse in the works 👀 who want plot?

[nervoushottee]

With Want | Paul Atreides x Fem!Reader

Summary: Paul Atreides always had dreams. But from the very beginning, there was an invisible string pulling him to you.

Warnings: (MDNI 18+) Reader's secret name is Nuri, Set in Dune Part 2 , fingering, soulmate/destined pairing, shitty understanding of the Dune universe (only watched the first Dune move and only half of Dune part 2 whoopsie so I'm probably butchering some of the lore or whatever. Its fanfiction babes, I'm not writing this for accuracy),

Note: Hey hottees!! Y'all I'm not even finish watching Dune 2 and I started writing this. Timothee was doing something to me in this movieeee. Hope y'all enjoy!

*not edited at all babes*

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Paul Atreides had dreams. Both enchanting and horrifying dreams that would eat away at his mind and soul. And from the very beginning, he had always felt this small pull of a feeling. 

It was weirder than his dreams because even when he woke, he still felt it. Like it was a small tether, a light string in his heart and soul that hummed so softly. A light that was so dim that you would have to squint to see. 

After everything that happened with his father and being forced out of his home. The Fremen people found him and his mother. And that feeling grew stronger. He thought it was about the sayings of what his mother, the Bene Gesserit, would tell him but it felt more than that. 

It was odd, he could never see what it was in his dreams, or hear whispers of it like a name. But it was always that same enchanting feeling. So when Paul followed the Fremens, it continued to grow. By the time they walked deeper into the caves, it went from a strong pull to an overwhelming presence. 

And that’s when he saw you. 

“Who is she?” Paul asks Chani. The young woman already knew who Paul was asking for before she turned her head. A small smile engulfs on her face. “Nuri.”

Nuri.

Paul repeats your name to understand the feeling on his tongue. He hadn’t seen you before. Or maybe he did, he wasn’t too sure. The Fremen people covered their faces from the desert and a lot from what he was learning.

‘She moves like the wind.’ Paul says to himself as he watches you glide through the crowded room. Paul’s eyes meet yours briefly. Yours blue from your sclera to your irises. You stop moving through the crowd to stare at him. 

That feeling buzzed around him, stronger than ever within Paul as his eyes never leaving  yours. Your lips slowly turn up into a smile. Your eyes move towards Chani who still stands next to him, nodding in acknowledgement. Chani repeats the same gesture with a smile on her face, your gaze lingers back on Paul before a group of people walk in front of Paul’s view of you. By the time the people separate. You were gone. And the feeling suddenly fades from a sharp intensity to a dull buzz. 

“You should be careful around her Outworlder.” Chani says to him in a low tone as the common area starts to get a bit busy with people. The two of them sit down on a blanket as other where for food. 

“Was she with the group when you found me and my mother?” Paul asks, dodging the statement his acquaintance gave him. 

Chani shakes her head, chewing her food before speaking, “No. She doesn’t come with us all the time.”That intrigued Paul. He turns himself fully towards Chani, his bowl of food mixed with spice long forgotten . “So is she not a fighter?” 

“She is.” Chani says between chews, ”But she also walks with the Sayyadina.”

The Sayyadina. The Fremen’s Reverend Mother. 

“From what I’ve been told, her family was killed just after she was born. Stilgar took it upon himself to look after her. As she grew, the Sayyadina felt something within her. So Stilgar gave them the authority to let her walk with them. She is truly a great fighter, so when we need good fighters she will come with us when necessary. If not, she stays.” Chani continues. 

“A fighter and one that walks with the Sayyadina? Is that possible?” Paul questions. 

“To a nonbeliever? No. But to those who do? Yes. Stilgar believes in the old ways and in the faith. The Lisan al Gaib.” She says to him in a taunting tone which causes Paul to avert his eyes. The moment they came in, some shouted hatred towards him and his mother but others screamed in rejoice, calling him The Lisan al Gaib.

“Our people follow behind him, he is a good leader and his judgment is almost always right and trustworthy.” Chani finishes. 

Paul sits with the information he tells her, his hands slowly dipping in his bowl to start eating the food that was cold to touch but warm against his tongue. The heat of the spice warms his insides as it goes down his throat. “And what about you? What do you believe?”

”I don’t believe that you’re the Lisan al Gaib, that's for sure.” She chuckles. Paul feels his cheeks flush in embarrassment but urges her to continue. “I believe in our people. And she is a part of our people. And if she plays some part in whatever faith stories then so be it. But she has never faltered in training. She has never failed in the dessert and she is a good friend. She believes in our people as much as I do.”

After the words Chani said, Paul felt that she was over talking about you, more hungry and interested in the spice beneath her fingers. So Paul didn’t ask anymore. He ate his food in silence but his mind was racing with the thoughts of you. 

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The day had turned into night. Stilgar showed him and his mother the small room for them to sleep in for the time being until their fate was decided. A lot of them didn’t trust him and his mother, and for that Paul understood. 

His dreams woke him in the late night. Lifting his head from the makeshift pillow, he looks over to his mother who is still sound asleep. Her hand was placed on her lower stomach. 

‘Rest easy sister, I will be back.’ He says in his head before getting up and quietly leaving the room.

The caves are quiet at night. Besides from the guards that linger within the open spaces to protect those who rest. Paul doesn’t think it’s necessary but he avoids walking around where they are. Just in case to not stir any trouble. The people were calm at the moment since their fates were going to be decided soon enough. 

He walks to the small body of water his mother had told him about. The scared waters of the Fremens. The waters they would never touch. He sat there for a while. Enjoying the stilllness in the air and the calm look of the water. It reminded him of home. “I miss you father. I will take care of mother and sister.” He says to himself quietly. 

He wants to cry but reminds himself to save his water. “Don’t waste your tears on the dead” from what Stilgar told his mother. 

Paul sat still for a moment longer before he felt that pull again. That invisible string strong and tight as it pulls him to his feet. He absentmindedly walks into a dimly let hallway, his pulse quickening against his neck. His heat beating erratically against his chest as he turns the corner to see you. “You’re Nuri.” Paul states.

“You shouldn’t be out at night Paul Atriedes.” You say to him, your back towards him but he can hear the teasing smile within your words.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Paul explains to you simply, “And I made sure to walk where the guards can not see me.” The feeling nearly suffocates him as he walks toward you. 

“Ah.” You turn towards him, you’re dressed in almost the same comfortable linens as him. His a tan brown color and yours an off white. “You and your dreams.”

How did you know about that? He questions in his head, unconsciously taking another step towards you. You both now at arms length.

“I see you in my dreams.” Paul lies. 

“Do you?” You ask back, your tone sounds as if you know he’s lying. 

“No but I can feel you. In my dreams and out. And I don’t know what it is or what it means.” He explains. 

You hum in satisfaction as you slowly walk around him. Like a beast or a predator trapping its prey. “And what do you feel now?” 

He feels like his body is vibrating, His skin tingling and his veins jumping. His fingers buzzing as if he wants to reach out and touch you. He does what to touch you, he wants to feel your skin on his. “What do you feel?” Paul asks the question back to you.

You stop walking to stand behind him. The hairs on his neck stick out as he feels your body heat near him. Your lips slowly grazing his ear making his eyes flutter close. 

What the hell is happening to him?

“I feel like the spice on my tongue. I feel like the sand beneath my feet. I feel like the beauty you see in your dreams. I can feel you.” You whisper against him. 

Paul turns around to you, your bodies closer than ever. His lips inches towards yours as his flickers between your eyes and your lips. 

“You speak in tongues.” Paul whispers to you desperately.

“Shall I tell you in a way you understand?” You whisper against his lips. 

“Yes please.” he begs softly. 

And you don’t hesitate to put your lips on his. Paul moving quickly as his hands clasp softly against your cheeks. Moaning in the delight as he feels your hands glide against his chest, gripping his shirt. 

He feels you everywhere, but it isn’t overwhelming anymore. Now that he’s holding you and tasting you, your tongue glides against his. He feels a wave of warmth wash over him as his body and soul settle into the feeling of you. 

So warm and inviting. So enticing and serene. 

You push him towards a dark hidden spot in the hallway. Your bodies are engulfed in darkness but when you break apart for air, you can see him all the same. Paul moves you toward the wall, his body trapping you in as he kisses your neck. 

“I’ve dreamt of you, Paul Atreides. I’ve seen you in my dreams, felt you lingering in my mind, heart and soul.” You say to him breathly. Moaning quietly as you feel his tongue glide against your neck. Your guide his hand to touch your breast, causing Paul to move away from your neck and look into your eyes. 

‘So beautiful.’ Paul thought. He brings his other hand on your cheek and kisses you hungrily. Squeezing your breast, feeling the weight of it in the palm of his hand.His hand glides to let your nipple slip in between his fingers as he squeezes.“I want to dream of you. I want to see you in my dreams, want to hear your voice call my name.” he mutters to you in between kisses.

When you break away from his kiss, Paul starts to ask what’s wrong until he feels your hand on his and glides it up to your lips. You kiss his fingers individually as he stares at you in adoration and desire. You slowly slip his middle and ring finger into your mouth causing Paul to groan. His hips shifting upwards against you as he feels the wetness of your warm tongue glide against his fingers. He watches as you pull his fingers out of your mouth, his digits glistening wet. Your hands glide his now wet ones down and underneath your linen pants.

“Touch me and you will see me.” 

He lets his hand glide against you as is greeted by your wetness, causing you both to moan out in pleasure. You are sinking deeper into the wall and Paul sinking deeper into you. His fingers continue to glide there experimentally as you pull him back for a kiss. “Help me see.” Paul mutters desperately against you

. 

Your hands reach down in your lines to move his hand into the position you need for him to make you feel good. You mimic a small circular rotation with your fingers on the back of his hand that was still against you. Once Paul understands, he begins to move his fingers in the motion you instructed, making you moan against his lips. 

He pulls away to watch you. You looked more ethereal than any other being or spirit that was believed in all of Arrakis. Your head back against the mountain wall, your lips slightly open as you moan. Your hips moving against his fingers as if you’re chasing for pressure. Paul dips his head in the corner of your neck and kisses it feverishly as he applies more pressure in his movements. Causing you to hold on to shoulder and call out his name. Oh how he wanted you to say his name again.

Feeling a little confident he glides his fingers down, but keeps his them pressed against your swollen bud. He pushes his middle finger inside of you causing you to gasp. You hold onto his shoulder gripping his shirt as you breathe heavily. You drag his head from your neck to kiss him. With his finger going in and out of you at an agonizing slow pace, you kiss him sloppily. But Paul doesn’t seem to mind, he enjoys it. Humming against you with a smile. 

When you feel his ring finger follow in for a second is when you lose it. “Paul!” you say loudly. 

His tongue mingles with yours as he silences your cries. With the slow circling of his thumb against your clit and the way he pushes his fingers into you makes you clench against him. “Fuck.” he moans. 

You whine as you feel your orgasm growing inside of you. The feeling you both shared with one another makes you feel even more on edge as you grip Paul in anyway you can. You rapidly as you feel yourself getting close. “Pau-Paul -” you begin to tell him as such but the building pleasure doesn’t get you far. Paul places his other hand against your cheek, tilting your head to look up at him. His eyes hooded and his cheeks flushed. You feel his thumb brush against your bottom lip. 

“Let me see you.” 

His words are the final push that sends you over the edge. Paul kissing you to silence your cries, you mewling against his lips as his fingers never stop their learned rhythm. You shiver against his fingers, your body tingly and warm. He kisses your face from your cheeks, to your eyelids and everywhere in between as he waits for you to come down from your high. He whispers your name, making you flutter your eyes open to see Paul stare at you with want. 

“Show me again.”

[ragsforless]

Dune crack!au (5)

Feyd: Hey, Paul.

Paul: No.

Feyd: Husband dear?

Paul: Fine. What do you want now?

Feyd: Can I have my knives back?

Paul: No.

Feyd: Pretty please?

Paul: Still no.

Feyd: It’s been 2 months! I want my precious Giedi Prime knives back-

Paul: Not until you say sorry to Gurney and Stilgar.

Feyd: I did nothing wrong! I’m innocent!

Paul: You deliberately stole all of their clothes and made them into freaking tents and curtains!

Feyd: Actually, it was our dear

Princess Irulan who stole them.

Paul: That’s not the point!

Feyd: The point is that I, the gorgeous Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was the one who made the sparkly sand proof tents and curtains-

Paul: Ugh. Muad’Dib, help me.

Feyd: My Lankiveil sewing skills are superior to-

Paul: F*ck your stupid Lankiveil sewing skills! Tell Gurney that you’re sorry right now!

Feyd: It was extremely hot and Irulan and I needed new curtains!

Paul: You could’ve just asked me for new ones instead of stealing Gurney’s galactic underpants-

Feyd: And ruin our yearly budget?! Our monthly savings?! The Arrakeen economy?! Not on my watch, husband. Not on my watch!

Paul: Feyd, babe, calm down-

Feyd: I want my knives back, Paul!

Paul: Give me one good reason-

Feyd: My daddy gave them to me.

Paul: Apologize first!

Feyd: I’m your wife!

Paul: And I’m the Emperor of the known universe!

Feyd: Fine! keep them! Burn them! Throw them away! I don’t care!

Paul: Feyd, listen-

Feyd: But I’m telling Irulan that you’re abusing your powers again.

Paul: No, not her! Don’t tell her-

Feyd: Irulan! Irulan, Paul is being a tyrannical control freak again!

Irulan: *runs in* Feyd, babe, are we in trouble?!

Feyd: Muad’Dib, no.

Irulan: Did our husband find out about our “math” business with Stilgar and his Fremen friends?!

Feyd: No, not yet.

Irulan: Oh, thank Muad’Dib.

Paul: But I’m Muad’Dib-

Feyd: Paul said that he’ll cancel our super secret ✨Music Nights with Shai-Hulud✨ and exclusive ✨Desert Festivals✨ again!

Irulan: *glares at Paul* You evil tyrant, how could you?!

Paul: I- I love ✨Music Nights with Shai-Hulud✨!

Feyd: You don’t even sing!

Paul: I do! I swear I do!

Irulan: Oh, stop changing the freaking subject, Paul!

Paul: Last I’ve checked, we’re still on the same page!

Irulan: You promised me that Feyd and I can sing freely in the desert with Stilgar every other night!

Feyd: Our dear husband also told me that the members of House Corrino are just a bunch of nerdy losers!

Paul: I- I was drunk!

Irulan: Chani! Chani, Paul is abusing his witchy powers again!

Chani: *walks in* Yo, what’s up, losers? How’s life?

Irulan: Our “beloved” husband said that your desert hair sucks!

Chani: He did not-

Irulan: He did!

Feyd: We’re telling the truth.

Paul: Chani bear, we all know that our dear “Drunk Irulan” and “Freaky Feyd-Rautha” are clearly lying-

Irulan: Drunk Irulan?! Who the f*ck is Drunk Irulan?!

Chani: Lol.

Feyd: Chani bear, your “Paular bear” also told me that you smell like a dying Shai-Hulud.

Chani: A what?!

Feyd: A dying ugly ass Shai-Hulud.

Paul: Chani-

Chani: Somebody is sleeping with the sandworms tonight!

Feyd: Yeah! The sandworms!

Irulan: Let’s go sandworms!

Paul: Ughhhh! I knew it! I knew I should’ve stayed single.

[infin1ty-garden]

GOOD LUCK, BABE

✧. ┊ summary: love triangle where the two love intrests get together instead ✧. ┊ pairing: chani kynes x fem! reader, past! paul atreides x fem! reader ✧. ┊ warnings: *dune part 2 spoilers* ✧. ┊ word count: 657 ✧. ┊ author note: canon divergent obvi

masterlist. & 100 follower celebration

From a young age you'd been betrothed to Paul Atraides. The two of you had met on a multitude of occasions your families organised. You could even say love started to bloom between you. Then everything changed when the Atraides acquired Arrakis.

Paul became distant and after a few weeks of no contact. You decided to visit Arrakis. Your Father informed Leto Atraides of your arrival, he'd said they'd gladly welcome you. No one anticipated that would be the day house Attaides died.

Your ship had been knocked out of the sky and landed in the never ending desert. Your outfit is not fit for the conditions of the cruel desert. You accepted that you'd die on Arrakis. Would it be killed by the heat or Sandworms? Your guards decided it would be best to stay in the ship until help arrived.

You doubted that help would come, you probably cooked alive in the ship before that would happen. To your surprise your betrothed came to your rescue. You've never hugged someone as tight as him right now. Glad to see he was alive. After days of convincing yourself he was dead.

His mother was also with him both wearing still suits. "You look beautiful," you laughed. "Sure," you noticed that you were being watched as did your guards. "Princess get back."

"No, no. Wait! They're with me," he switched to your native language. "Please trust me." You ordered your guards to lower their weapons.

"He's bringing more outsiders in," Shishakli nodded along with Chani's statement. "His betrothed to my understanding," this shocked Chani. "She is adjusting better than the rest." Chani felt bad for the girl, Paul had been flirting with her before she arrived. He was anything but a faithful man.

Maybe that's why she wanted to be in her presence so often. Pity, that must be it. When she wasn't out with the rest of the Fremen, she was spending her time in the company of the girl. Her stories of her home planet astonished her. Chani started to look forward to talking to her everyday.

Shishakli noticed and wouldn't stop teasing her about it. "You like talking to the outsider now."

"Yeah, what about it," Shishakli shrugged and changed the subject. Chani got closer to the girl and one night they exchanged their fears, hopes and dreams. A feeling started to bloom, one which Chani recognised as love but she was to marry Paul and probably forget her life on Arrakis.

Chani chose to ignore these feelings and pretend they aren't there. They had to leave north. Chani made sure to stay close to the girl as she had yet to fully master riding the Shai-Hulud. It was a difficult journey through the storm. At one point Chani saw Y/N's grip loosen, almost falling off but Chani grabbed her before that could happen.

Once they arrived at their destination, Chani scolded her and pointed out where to improve for the next time. The truth being Chani was hiding her worry. She is getting too attached to the girl. She can see that the relationship between Paul and her is growing stronger and stronger. It's only a matter of time before they leave.

"Chani, are you awake?" She'd heard that sweet voice ask her. She got up and opened her tent, letting her in. "What is it?" A sour expression was present on her face. One that Chani would do anything for to see be replaced with a smile. "I can't marry Paul. I know it's my duty to my house and family but he has changed."

Tears start filling up her eyes. "I d-don't know what to make of it." Chani gently dried her tears with the thumb of her finger. You don't need to waste your water for him. Her heart couldn't bear you crying over him. She wanted to wash all your worries away. "Marry me?"

Thanks for reading!

[bullshitcharacterssay]

Chani: Babe, you're so funny!

Paul: We have 1492 days until your tragic premature death. You will break my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you.

Chani: Awwww, that's sweet of you!

[sand-realtor]

Irulan: Babe, would you still love me if I were a sandworm emperor?

Paul: *Scoffs*

Chani: You will love me if I was a worm

Paul: Ok

[lost-inthedream]

More sf9 smut headcanons (these ones were sitting on my drafts for sooo long)

Today's theme is consent to casually touch their dee

Smut under the cut

☆They don't mind, you own their body anyway

Chani: Let's be fair, he cannot complain if you sneak one hand inside his pants all of a sudden. Boy loves to grab and massage your boobs, he made it clear that is his own way to show affection as well as craving towards you. Doing something equally naughty is nothing but your right. Chani calls you filthy names as if he was not the one getting horny and hard right away. Usually ends up instructing you to stroke him fast.

Taeyang: He is often yearning to be touched. Always very close to you, very cuddly and needy. ** high maintenance partner** In Short, personal space is nonexistent between the two of you but it could not be any better. However, he gets hard if you cuddle on his lap or on top of him. It does not mean you have to make love every time but he loooves to be gifted with your attention. The way you move his pants out of your way and spread the precum down his member is so nice.

Jaeyoon: He knows his dick is juicy and gorgeous, he knows you will be enticed to take it in your hands when he walks around naked on the weekend. Also, when you wake up before him and there is no fabric to cover his intimacy. It is impossible to say no and he loves to be your propriety. You call him kinky and start with light twists around the base of his length because he should not cum fast at all.

☆You have to ask for it but it's pure formality (you still own their dick)

Rowoon: He feels immensely cherished when you all are kissing on the bed and the thing is not even steamy yet, though you pull back and articulate those magic words "Can I?" Your hand is halfway towards his crotch. "Sure, babe. Feel me." Your caress starts subtly while he becomes hungry for your mouth. You can free his member from his bottoms with no rush and gently pump it up and down.

Youngbin: He gets off with the tone you make when you want his shaft in your hand, the way you look down out of shyness, but also holding your gaze on his covered member. "Yes, babygirl. Come here and grab daddy's cock. Do you feel better now?" Just take your time with him, trace the veins, circle the head. Watch as he slowly became inapt to sweet talk you.

Hwiyoung: At first, he blushes but does not think twice before making the way easier for you. He sits back and settles his hips forward, so eager for the pleasure. Youngkyun especially appreciates his balls being kneaded with love and thanks you a hundred times. "You treat me so well, love." Don't forget to kiss him on the mouth during your ministrations.

☆You have to beg for it

Inseong: Making you beg does more to him than he would like to admit. The thing is, his hot girl finds him hot too and he needs more of your words on such a matter. "How much do you wanna touch me? Can you repeat that?" he asks while delicately avoiding your movements in his body direction. Then he finally unzips his trousers, but you have to be patient and not pull his boxers down until he says so.

Dawon: You know he is gonna tease you, yet there you go and stick your hand onto the protuberance on his pants. "No no no" he censors you, moving your hand out at once. He restrains your movements to remind you about who is more powerful. "If you need me, you just have to ask." His affirmation is clearly fake and you have to ask numerous times until he releases your wrists. Sanghyuk gets reduced into a moaning mess right after you close your fist around his girth, which is already so stiff.

Zuho: When it comes to sexual or even suggestive deeds, you don't do anything without his green light. He is your dom, babe, that's how it is supposed to unroll. He spoils you in every way possible nonetheless, and you would love to make him feel good in return. Hence you attempt to stroke his dick through his pants when he is chilling by your side. "I know how much you love Daddy's cock but we aren't doing it right now, princess". You insist while moving your palm up and down his thigh so he eventually gives in and allows you to fumble him through the fabric of his bottoms as he groans dirty words from time to time.

[fancyschmancyopinions]

ZENDAYA at the premiere of “Dune: Part Two” on February 16th 2024 in London wearing MUGLER

Zendaya’s biggest and most talked about fashion moment on this press tour was her Mugler look in London, and for good reason.

Zendaya and Law Roach, who I believe goes by the title Image Architect, pulled this insane Mugler look. It felt perfect for the sci-fi vibe of “Dune” and everyone was talking about it. It was just a show stopping look, and the fact that she fit perfectly into it was so impressive.

Also have no fear, she changed into a classy black dress after the red carpet, which I’m sure was the right choice since the robot look had limited mobility, and I’m sure she needed to be able to sit down.

[drowofbhaal]

Short headcanon: Chani and Astarion didn't get along at first, bordering on hating each other.

When they met he held a knife to her throat, and she nearly broke his wrist. They found each other arrogant, aloof, annoying, and spoiled.

Yet somehow they ended up in bed together.. oops.

[theboyzism]

[SF9] nicknames they would call their partner

➳ genre: fluff ➳ ficstyle: bulletpoints ➳ requested: "nicknames sf9 would call their girlfriend? could you also do it for seventeen? (not sure if you write for them, if not just sf9 please) hope you're doing well 🫶" seventeen version here

YOUNGBIN

he strikes me as a very classy boyfriend

nicknames with him would be rather simple

i can see him going for darling as his go-to

would also love to call you babe or prince/princess

INSEONG

heavily depends on his mood

if he's feeling rather funny he'd probably have a special nickname just for you

may also call you silly little nicknames like buttercup to get on your nerves throughout the day lmao

other than i think he would call you my love or honey

JAEYOON

another one that strikes me as someone that would rather go for classy nicknames

calls you babe so often it might be your actual name atp

would also love to call you sweetheart

probably also someone who makes up a special nickname just for you

DAWON

mans made up a nickname just for you

i feel like he's someone who would just try different things to see what works best and fits him and his partner the most

it would be a long process, days filled with him just throwing random nicknames at you

but in the end it would be so worth it

sign me up pls

ZUHO

i cannot say this loud enough

he'd call you his sunshine

cause when he's with you he's just pure bliss and happiness 🥺

maybe also kitten during more sexual moods?

ROWOON

precious

because you literally are the most precious person in his life

idk from that one interview where he talked about his ex gf he just strikes me as someone who see's his partner as the most treasured thing in his life

plus when he falls in love he falls so deep

may also use other nicknames, but this would be his go-to

TAEYANG

darling and sweetheart

well that's what he would call you most of the time

i feel like he is also a very sensual person?

he'd definitely have more spicy nicknames for the private hours too though

HWIYOUNG

pls tell me why angel came to my mind immediately

hwiyoung strikes me as someone who also would compliment his partner with nicknames?

mainly because i don't see him as the person who would feel awkward complimenting you too often, so he'd call you these nicknames to reassure you and to compliment you without directly complimenting you

i can see him calling you beautiful UGH it would sound so good coming from his lips

CHANI

if you're older he'd call you noona/ oppa for sure

i think he would also give you a silly nickname?

to annoy you he would also call you something like pookie until you end up twisting his arm and he gives up

also calls you babe

[yunhohours]

What You Want From Me

✗ Pairing: idol!bf!chani x fem!reader

✗ Word count: 2k

✗ Warnings: lil bit of angst, reader is passive aggressive and immature (boo tomato tomato don't be like reader boooo), no actually reader is so annoying i'm so sorry, fingering (f. receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, orgasm denial, consent could be considered shaky ig but dw everything is consensual here

✗ A/N: this was a daydream i kept having despite the reader behaving absolutely nothing like me. i had to write it to get it out of my head. here's hoping it rots your brains instead xoxo

You’re checking every hanger in your closet to make sure you’re not missing any potential outfits when you hear Chani from the other room. “Y/n, are you ready? We need to leave.” You can tell from the sound of his voice that he’s hovering by the front door, probably busying himself with his phone while he waits for you. You know you’d be leaving this very moment if it were solely up to him. “I need to stop and get gas on the way.”

You had already finished every other part of readying yourself. You showered, moisturized, attended to your hair, and enhanced your features with just enough makeup to make you slightly more radiant. Chani would swear that you couldn’t be more radiant than when you first wake up, but you like to put in that extra bit of effort when you’re going for lunch with others. You don’t care so much when it’s just Chani’s members, but from what you’ve gathered, there will be at least a handful of company staff members attending lunch as well. You want to look nice in front of people that probably care very much about him.

You finally settle on two possible dresses that suit the image you’d like to present. They’re both the same simple silhouette–nothing too proper but certainly not too skimpy either. You’re only struggling over which color to pick. The black one will make you seem more elegant, perhaps currying favor with the staff members that want only the best for Chani. The cerulean one may give the impression that you’re light and bright–a bit of sunshine for everyone around. Who wouldn’t want that, right? Does Chani want a polished girlfriend or a sweet girlfriend for lunch?

Why don’t you just ask him?

You bounce out of your room, dresses held up in a hand each, and find Chani exactly where you thought he’d be. “Babe,” you announce yourself, causing Chani to look up from his phone. “Which dress?”

Chani’s gaze moves from one dress to the other in silence before he looks back at you incredulously. “Y/n, it really doesn’t matter. Can you just hurry up? I’ve told you we need to go multiple times and now you’re showing me the same dress twice and asking me to pick one. Wear whichever one you want. I don’t care.”

I don’t care. Ouch.

You stand there shuffling your feet for a moment. “I just wanted to look nice for you,” you admit in an almost whisper before you disappear into the bedroom again.

You pull the black dress over your head, tossing the bright, light version of you to the floor. You slip on the first pair of shoes you can find and make your way back to Chani. Don’t want to make him wait another second, you think to yourself.

-

The car ride to the restaurant is quiet and so is the lunch itself. You don’t say much because, quite frankly, your feelings are still hurt. You cared so much about this lunch because you love Chani, but he couldn’t care about your dress for two seconds? 

You know you’re being a bit ridiculous, especially because he has apologized to you multiple times. He apologized to you in the car the second your seatbelts were buckled–eyes on yours and your hand in his as he kissed the back of it. When you still didn’t seem to forgive him, he figured he’d let you have time, deciding not to push the issue and just holding your hand softly in his lap while he drove. You could feel his eyes glancing at you every few seconds to gauge you. Clearly, he didn’t mean to upset you.

Even during lunch, he kept apologizing. Despite being surrounded by members that could tease him and staff that he wants to appear responsible in front of, he kept your hand in his. He’d lean over when everyone else was busy talking and press a kiss to your temple, mumbling another soft-spoken apology even when you didn’t respond to any of the previous ones. He was really trying and Chani doesn’t apologize when he doesn’t mean it. You should just tell him about how it made you feel and forgive him. Hell, you were both wrong when you really think about it. You weren’t being respectful of his time and he wasn’t sensitive to your feelings. Neither of you have the upper hand here.

You’re not sure what you expect him to do or why you can’t get out of your funk, but when you step back into your bedroom and see the blue dress on the floor, you know that you’re certainly not over it yet. You step over it and make your way to the bed, situating yourself against the backboard, legs straight out in front of you. Chani followed you the second you parked the car out front, clearly still intent on getting this issue resolved, but you could tell he was starting to lose his patience. That’s almost definitely your fault. You were acting like a brat–refusing to look at him, talk to him, or even acknowledge his presence at all, really.

He places himself on the bed next to you, his back resting against the headboard too. You sink down a bit, creating some distance from him. Even though you can’t see him, you can feel him burning a hole into the top of your head with his eyes. 

“Still not talking to me, mm?” His voice practically falls onto your ears with his position above you like this.

You don’t answer, pursing your lips as your fingers fidget with the hem of your dress. You can’t answer, actually. If you did, you would have to admit that you have been ignoring him on purpose and you’re still not feeling adult enough for that. The silence in the room is suffocating but your stubbornness is unwavering.

“I see,” he finally says after a minute or three of silence. You expect him to get up and keep himself occupied elsewhere, but he doesn’t and you feel frozen. You don’t even want to move for fear that it will pop the bubble of indignance you’ve created around yourself. Chani is not above calling you out. And when he does… he’s almost always right. You can’t have that.

You can feel Chani turn his attention to a bottle of water on the nightstand. He picks it up and takes a nice big drink. Probably calming himself, you suspect. He turns to put it back down where he found it, his other hand sliding itself onto your thigh. Your eyes are immediately focused on his hand and the way it seems to be nonchalantly sliding up the inside of your dress. What does he think he’s up to? Still, you subconsciously part your legs for him, cursing yourself over an instinct you hadn’t expected you’d need to stifle.

You want to look at him. You want to see if he’s smirking about how easily your body gives itself over to him even if seeing that smirk would only make you mad. The only reason you don’t is because you wouldn’t just be mad. You’d be embarrassed.

You follow the trail of Chani’s hand until it reaches its destination: your panties. You almost groan when you realize you wore his favorite pair–a decision made before he hurt your feelings, obviously. His middle finger ghosts over the crotch of the fabric before pushing it to the side. Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re struggling not to make a sound or to move a face muscle. That proves immeasurably more difficult when Chani’s fingertip eases itself onto your clit, rubbing slow circles.

He’s so fucking quiet. It’s maddening. You want him talking. Not because you want to talk to him, but because you want to know why the fuck he’s touching you right now. It feels too good to stop him but not knowing his thought process from she’s ignoring me to i should play with her pussy is driving you crazy.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Chani’s other hand rise from the bed, instagram open on his phone. You can’t believe your eyes as you watch him scrolling lazily through post after post, occasionally double tapping a like while his other hand dips down, two fingers grazing through your folds. You can feel his fingers gliding with more ease by the second, your own body betraying you by giving Chani the arousal he surely expected. You clench your jaw when you feel a moan trying to force its way out. Fuck. Why do you always want him so bad? Even when you swear you’re pissed?

Things continue just like this for a few minutes. Chani’s fingers spread your slick over your cunt and you try like hell not to humor him with indications of the pleasure he’s giving you. He circles your entrance, testing it, and your toes curl, seeking grounding from the mattress. He seemingly gets bored of instagram and swipes it away, switching to some game you couldn’t possibly name as he sinks two fingers inside of you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your head tilts up and to the right as you stare at the ceiling, insisting on not letting him see the way your jaw goes slack. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing as he pumps his fingers inside of you, your body succumbing to him by the moment. You’re fighting a losing battle but you desperately want him to make you cum. Maybe then you’ll forgive him.

You almost jump out of your skin when the silent room is suddenly disturbed by the loud ringing of Chani’s phone. Your eyes are back on his screen, praying that he rejects the call. You know if he answers it then this little game–is that what it is?–will be over. You watch as his thumb moves towards the “accept” button and you start to feel defeated.

Except he answers it and his fingers don’t leave you. Now you’ve seen it all. Chani does not normally take the risk of others hearing or seeing you two engaging in any kind of physical contact. Yet here he is… talking to Hwiyoung as his fingers curl deliciously inside you, pressing right into that spot you so desperately want him to touch. You stare at the side of his annoyingly handsome face in shock, fingers clutching at the blankets beneath you to try and keep yourself composed. It infuriates you that he doesn’t look at you. You’re finally acknowledging him, albeit only with your eyes, and he won’t look at you?

It’s hard to stay too mad, though, when his thumb finds your clit, joining his scissoring fingers in this quest to overwhelm you with pleasure until you break. You’ve decided that’s what this is. And you hate it, but you think he might just win. You can feel yourself tumbling frighteningly close to an orgasm and it’s getting exponentially harder to choke down the sounds you would normally let out freely. The only thing saving you now is Hwiyoung being on the other side of that phone call.

Your head falls back onto the headboard, eyes closed and mouth open in silent moans. You can hear Chani planning to meet up with Hwiyoung and some of the others to do who-knows-what for work but it’s all meaningless to you because you’re unraveling, your body writhing from Chani’s slender fingers. You feel yourself starting to clench around them at the same time as Chani says, “Yeah, I can come by now.”

And then his fingers are pulling out of you and he’s pressing the end call button as he stands up, sliding the phone into his pocket. He gives you a onceover. You’re gawking at him as your body is still recoiling from the orgasm he dangled in front of it, only to snatch it away. He cocks his head to the side. “Hmm. Seems like you need something? Too bad you can’t tell me what that is.”

He heads in the direction of the bedroom door, picking his keys up from the dresser on his way. He stops before he leaves the doorway, turning his head only slightly to say one final thing to you over his shoulder. “Maybe while I’m gone you can think about what it is that you want from me.”

And just like that, he’s gone and you’re feeling exactly what you’ve been hoping to avoid this entire time: embarrassment.

[ragsforless]

Dune crack!au (4)

Irulan: Hey, Feyd.

Feyd: Yes, princess?

Irulan: I’m bored.

Feyd: Do you want to play smash or pass again?

Irulan: Fremen Edition?

Feyd: Atreides.

Irulan: Fine. You go first.

Feyd: Duncan Idaho.

Irulan: Obviously, smash.

Feyd: Same. Now your turn.

Irulan: Lady Jessica? She’s

part of House Atreides, right?

Feyd: To be totally honest with you, she’s a closeted Harkonnen at heart but I’ll pass.

Irulan: Why? She’s very pretty.

Feyd: I don’t like space witches. They’re weird and very mean.

Irulan: Like mother, like son.

Feyd: She’s also my evil creepy uncle’s super secret daughter.

Irulan: *sighs* And our monster mother-in-law.😔

Feyd: Don’t remind me.

Irulan: Fine. Thufir Hawat.

Feyd: Pass. Mentats freak me out.

Irulan: Feyd, babe, I thought you like math?

Feyd: Of course I like meth. I even started selling a ton of meth to some of Chani’s fanatical Fremen friends for a very good price.

Irulan: Let me guess, Stilgar?

Feyd: He’s my business partner.

Irulan: Nevermind. Your turn.

Feyd: Doctor Yueh.

Irulan: Does he still counts as part of House Atreides?

Feyd: He tried to kill my creepy uncle and brother. So I guess, yes?

Irulan: Pass. He was married.

Feyd: Your turn.

Irulan: Duke Leto.

Feyd: NGL, I’ll marry, kiss, and smash that one.

Irulan: But isn’t he like your distant uncle or something?

Feyd: You do know that we’re all related to one another, right?

Irulan: Right. We’re all married to Paul. So let’s play another game.

Feyd: How about we annoy and ruin our husband’s very important, very crucial business meetings again?

Irulan: I wish we could, Feyd, but the last time we did that, Emperor “I’m so special, I’m the Lisan Al Gaib” Paul punished us severely-

Feyd: Severely?! He just forced us to water all of his “sacred” arrakis palm trees for 2 weeks!

Irulan: Well, he’s currently talking to that angry looking Gurney Halleck guy. So-

Feyd: All the better!

Irulan: Better? For you?

Feyd: Gurney Halleck hates me. So I want to ruin his day as well.

Irulan: To be fair, Feyd, Gurney only hates you because you’re a living breathing Harkonnen.

Feyd: No, he hates me because I’m obviously perfect and pretty.😌💅

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