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Team Bucky

Summary: your secret relationship with Bucky slips out. Everyone else in the compound is happy for you both but your brother - or really your grandfather - is not pleased at all, all you can do is try and live normally with Bucky and attempt to fix things with Steve. 

Words: 6k

warnings: SMUT: passionate sex, unprotected, very loving, aftercare. arguing, yelling, swearing, protective Bucky. 

a/n: heyyy, yeah I’ve been away for a while, this semester as been kicking my ass. anyways, I’m on winter break and have finally gotten my spark for writing back, I’ve been writing a lot of essays so writing for fun was not fun for a while. I hope you enjoy and I will try to post as often as I can!

There had always been a secret one-upping game going on between Steve and Bucky, it was something everyone had exempted and went along with. There would be countless times when they’d add more and more weight to their bars in order to prove their dominance to each other, or spar with one another until someone gets hurt.

At galas, Steve would be walking around with a trail of women behind him, showing off his skills with the ladies. That didn’t mean anything to Bucky, he would love to get laid more often or get a girlfriend but the ability to make women think they are into you and then drop them like a dead weight isn’t appealing.

There were probably things Bucky did to get on Steve’s nerves that Steve didn’t care for. They didn’t do it all the time, just friendly competition. They had been friends for years and years, someone’s weight being a little higher couldn’t even cause a crack in their friendship.

But what Bucky was doing recently would.

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“Mine. Only mine.” || Leto Atreides x Reader Smut

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Summary:  The time is finally right for Leto to claim you as his.

Warnings: graphic smut without plot & well… Duke Leto (how is it possible for a man to be that handsome?!)

Word count: circa 2140

Pairing: Leto Atreides x reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

After the door to the bathroom closed, Duke rested his blanched hands on the edge of the countertop and closed his eyes. 

Within his bathroom, you were removing your clothes and allowing the warm water to splash against your naked skin. The fragrance of his soap was going to linger on your skin and in your wet hair. His hitched breathing was exacerbated by hazy images of you scrubbing your breasts and the length of your legs. Leto's trousers tightened as he thought about the peaks of your breasts, the way your fingers moved within the tightness between your thighs. Leto hadn't touched a woman for a long time; being a Duke of one of the Noble Houses was an incredibly significant role to play, and he barely had spare time. He married you for political reasons. There was never a proper time to consume the marriage, to claim you as his, and as Duke Leto Atreides was a man of honor, he wasn't inclined to push you. Spending time together meant having short conversations at breakfast or supper, saying goodnight once you were long asleep when he returned from important meetings, or just holding hands a little during official parties or meetings. However, the mere thought of your perfect skin and slight curves of your hips and waist was enough to drive him wild.

Under his uncomfortable pants, his cock hardened as his thoughts became clouded with you. He brought his palm onto the throbbing bulge, a small whimper falling from his mouth as he pressed down. A pulse of dull pleasure ran through his body as he rubbed himself over his clothes, drawing his lower lip between his teeth to muffle the threatening sounds. Duke wondered whether you were going to open the bathroom door and see him frantically jerking himself over a risque thought about you.

Although the warm water and your own touch felt wonderful on your skin, they couldn't compare to Duke's. You didn't experience much of it, but from what you did, you could tell you loved it already. Being a considerate wife, you understood that Leto Atreides was a busy man. Instead of pushing him, you gratefully accepted whatever he gave you. It was silly, but you fall for the Duke. It was just a political ploy, which made you feel silly. Though it was your duty, not a pleasure, you were completely charmed by Duke's looks and behavior toward you. Leto was respectful and caring. He always made sure you felt comfortable in every moment he spent with you or even when he was away. It was nearly impossible not to fall for this man.

You finished your shower and walked out of it to dry yourself, smiling at the soft scent lingering on your skin. It was his scent after all. Once you had dried your hair as much as possible, you wrapped the soft towel around your body. You took a deep breath and left the bathroom, not knowing what to expect.

His breath wavered as he fumbled for his buckle and unzipped himself, pushing the material of his briefs to the back of his thighs. A dreary relief filled his mind as he slowly pumped himself. There was a bathroom door between you and him, preventing you from seeing the leaking cock he held in his shaky hand. Before he continued yanking, he placed his hand in his mouth and gently licked it with his tongue. Moans emanated from his open mouth, gentle breaths, and whiny whimpers as he decided to take more comfortable position by sitting on the edge of his bed. As he jerked his hips and dragged his tongue against his bottom lip, he threw his head back. He thought about your fingers soaking into your tight pussy as the shower's waterfall drenched your skin. He imagined the soft moans you would make as he kissed the softness of your breasts, his tongue memorizing your taste as it touched your nipple. Your ass would be squeezed tightly after he sucked on your fingers, the taste of your pussy glistening on his tongue as he moved his fingers across your soaking folds. He wanted you to clench around him as you rubbed his curly hair, his name slipping from your lips.

Since you were barefoot, you left the bathroom quietly. At the unexpected sounds that came from Leto himself, I immediately perked up. Evidently, you weren't the only one who was impatient for any kind of contact. As luck would have it, Duke sat with his back to you on the edge of the bed. It was obvious what he was doing. As you slowly approached the bed, you climbed on it, sitting right behind him. Your only response to his attempt to turn around was a whisper. "Don't move." Your palm rested on his shoulder as your other hand moved down his still-covered chest.

A shiver ran down his spine as he was unaware you had joined him in the bedroom. While he did not respond out loud, he gave a nod to your whisper and leaned into the touch.

As you hummed, you kissed his shoulder before moving to his neck until you reached his ear. Your deep voice whispered, "Undress for me, my love."

Though he wasn't used to being given orders by women, you had control over him; after all, you were a Bene Gesserit sister. After he undressed and tossed his clothing on the marble floor, the Duke looked down at you, gazing into your eyes.

"Sit back down, just like a moment ago." You ordered, patting the place where he had been sitting.

Despite his reluctance, he followed your order.

"There's no need to give me that face." You chuckled as he sat back down beside you. As you moved closer, you wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling his shoulder. "I waited so long to finally be alone with you like this," your hand slowly moved up his chest, gently touching his skin as your other hand wrapped around his shaft. "But shall I be offended that my dear husband started without me?"

The moaning came out of his parted lips as Leto rolled his head down, resting its back on your shoulder. "I couldn't help myself, Y/N. Just thinking about you drove me insane."

Kissing him on the cheek, you purred softly. As your small palm moved up and down his cock, your other hand caressed his stomach. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me in the shower, love."

"I could, indeed." His body wash was already oozing from your wet body. This did not help his situation. “God, yes.” The words escaped his reddened lips before he could even think of what was happening. Your hand was gently massaging him, and your pretty mouth was looming closer to his.

With a soft smile on your lips, you whispered, "I waited so long for you and you never claimed me as yours. The image of you and my own hands wasn't enough when you were leaving me all alone here. I couldn't wait for your cock to stretch me out. I couldn't wait to yell your name so loud that everyone here knows that I belong to you."

The man's thoughts were erratic as he tasted your lips and tentatively caressed your tongue. "As I heard all of the sisters are skilled, I presume you can take care of your needs."

You kissed him softly and focused fully on his cock before saying, "You heard right but my hands can't compare to your touch, love. I was sure you knew this." You teased his tip with your thumb. You continued to massage his balls with the hand that was caressing his chest.

Leto rolled his head back and turned his head; he was kissing you, entangling his fingers in your hair as you touched his cock. "Fuck. Take off that towel."

Having asked so nicely, you gave him one last kiss before moving away and further down the bed. As you sat down, you removed your towel and threw it aside, presenting yourself fully to him.

Your naked body was scanned with administration by his eyes. "You're so perfect."

"Thank you," you whispered, moving your hand down your body. "It's all yours."

He touched your curve, repeating, "All mine."

"All yours. Till death separates us." You reminded him. Grabbing his wrist, you gently pulled him closer so you could cup his cheeks. Your thumbs caressed them. "My Duke. So strong, so perfect. Kiss me and claim me as yours only. I am begging you, love."

His lips quickly found yours, crushing on them.

You chuckled as you kissed him deeply, "No need to be so gentle with me, love. I am all yours, and I don't bite." You chuckled as you kissed him deeply. 

He towered over you fully as soon as you lied down on the bed. A boyish smile appeared on his lips as he reached for your breasts and squeezed the mounds. He tentatively pinched your nipples as you gasped, fearing that he had somehow hurt you. Your expression revealed pure bliss when he looked up at you. His hands gently caressed your stomach, hips, and thighs. When you inevitably left his room tomorrow morning, he didn't want to forget how you felt or what your skin felt like. With elation in his eyes, his fingers stopped over your pussy. Leto's hands moved back and forth across your stomach, his calloused hands caressing your hip before inserting two fingers into your pussy.

As your hand grabbed his shoulder, you gasped and let out a whimper. You already felt full from his fingers, and you wondered how full you would feel later. Rolling your hips in excitement, you purred loudly.

His fingers pumped as he flicked his tongue across your clit, gently sucking as you throbbed on his fingers. He curled his fingers soon after. Your body moved against him as you moaned his name like a desperate prayer, nearly begging with dwelling tears as his confidence soared. Every night he would have fallen on his knees and pleaded with whoever answered his prayers to let him taste you again, for you tasted like the forbidden fruit, dangerously intoxicating.

While arching your back, you moved your hand into his thick curls to pull them. Every time he touched you, you sang. "Oh, please have mercy on me, Leto!"

Despite the fact that it drove him crazy, he loved it so much. With his cock in hand, he stroked the shaft a few times before guiding it to your entrance and digging his hips deep into your body.

It didn't take Leto long to intertwine his fingers with yours. The sound of his cock gliding in and out of you made you hear how wet you were, which was a sound filthy enough to drive your senses wild. The sound of his skin slapping against yours in a quickening pace coupled with both of you being desperate for release. After eating you out, Duke was so irritable that he knew he wouldn't last long. It was heaven for him to feel your cunt swallow his length with such ease, pulsing around it.

Every time you held his hand, your grip grew tighter. You were turned on more by the sounds of skin hitting skin, your moans mixed with his groans. The climax was near, you could feel it as your walls tightened around his cock.

One of his arms slid under your back to pull your upper body closer to his chest. His thrusts became more violent soon as he increased his pace.

“Oh, sweet Y/N.” As he finally came, Leto grunted deeply, looking down to where your bodies had become one. Hot cords of cum spilled deep inside of you, which felt so right. While your cunt milked his twitching cock, Duke kissed your shoulder and then buried his face in your neck, completely driven by bliss.

With your nails marking his back, you finished with him, screaming his name so loudly that everyone probably heard you.

Instead of pulling away from you just yet, he laid on top of you, kissing your cheeks and neck.

Wrapping your leg around his waist, you kept him close. With a gentle stroke of his hair, you whispered, "Now I can call myself fully your wife. I think everybody heard me..."

"My guards definitely did."

As you kissed his cheek, you laughed, blushing slightly. "Then I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did."

Leto's brows furrowed a little, but shortly after he offered you a soft grin and whispered in your ear, "You are mine. Only mine. You’ll fell me stroking slowly inside of you every night as I whisper to you that you are only mine."

someone called him loser boy in the tags and my first instinct was to put it on a shirt

The ending was precious 💙

"My dog ate your christmas present”  || Bucky Barnes x reader drabble

Words: 774

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: Bucky’s dog ate the present for reader. Bucky had to invent something ad hoc.

Author: Beast.

A/N: Drabble written for @caplansteverogers writing challenge. I hope you don’t mind me changing the character I was supposed to write about.

Shit, shit, shit!” Bucky was running over his room looking for something, when Steve stepped in.

„Hey, pal, what’s up?” Captain asked.

Bucky only waved his hand slightly.  “I have a problem here…” James laughed nervously. “I mean, just look at this mess”  he pointed at the corner.

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This one is for all the Wonder Women and Captain Marvels out there ✨ #thefutureisfemale ✨ 

𝓓𝓪𝔂 10 - A Steamy Farewell || Leto Atreides x fem!reader

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Summary: After years of service under Duke Leto's command, you are about to leave Arrakis. There's nothing more surprising than being farewelled by the leader himself, especially if it's in a steamy way

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1315

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Drunk Sex

In order to say goodbye to Arrakis, I decided to throw a party; it was a hot summer evening party with a few coworkers and a lot of wine that everyone enjoyed. My party had thinned out by this point, so I walked the last people down the hill, to their barracks, to say goodbye. I was chatting with a couple of coworkers while Duke Leto Atreides walked his concubine, Lady Jessica, back to their chambers. Then he joined our little group on the training field. 

In between hugs and farewells, we chatted briefly, and I thanked them all for coming.

Despite the fact that it seemed silly for him to walk up and back down again, and I had taken the walk up the hill hundreds of times during my duties, I considered it polite and gentlemanly for him to linger near me and suggest that he walk me back up to the headquarters. We headed back up the little hill. Taking a different route up, Leto stood on a flat area above me and reached down to pull me up. As he pulled me up, my body skimmed along the length of his; he was incredibly strong and I could feel it in his touch. Once I was on my feet next to him, he stabilized me by wrapping his hands around my ribcage. All these things kind of affected me. For a moment, we were silent, then we continued up the hill towards the headquarters. We arrived at my door after a long walk, and it was awkward for a moment. In our drunken and giddy state, we decided to go inside for another drink.

While serving on Arrakis, I managed to collect all kinds of crazy old things about the place that I totally adored and showed him.

Throughout the whole time he was following me around my room; he was very close to me and touched me from time to time.

Knowing he had his beloved concubine, I was pretending not to notice, even though I was subtly encouraging it by leaning in slightly and telling myself that I was drunk and it was to fall or lean on him.

Once I showed Duke Leto the secret door in the back of a closet, I turned around and noticed that we were pressing against each other. As he pulled me closer, he wrapped his arms around me. I placed my hands on his broad chest that was covered by one of his finest, black shirts. It was as if we were subtly fitting our bodies closer together. The look on Leto's face was serious.

I told him, "You should make sure your concubine has made it back safely and that Paul is feeling well. " Leto kissed my neck and breathed deeply, avoiding to reply, "I know, this isn't right, but I crave you." 

As his erection pressed down on me, I couldn't resist moving against it and rubbing my nipples against his chest through our shirts. He was so tall, muscular, and sexy, I couldn't resist myself.

After sliding his hand up my thigh, Leto grabbed a handful of my ass and pulled me even closer to him. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered to me.

As we kissed and breathed heavily, I alternated between pushing him away, telling him we couldn't, and pulling him back.

My back was pushed against the wall as he picked me up; I wrapped my legs around him, letting out a brief moan directly into his ear. It was almost like he had an erection inside me despite my panties and his fitted pants still being on; my skirt rode up my thighs as his calloused hand caressed the back of my thigh.

As we grabbed each other and touched everywhere, Leto pulled back my head by my hair so he could kiss the side of my neck and face. It was intense and passionate.

Due to the fact that he was carrying me around the room, we were often falling against things or almost falling over, and we were kissing each other very violently; we would laugh about knocking things over intermittently.

In the end, we ended up near my front door, and I pushed him out, shouting, "I really  want you, but you have to go back to your family!" I slammed the door shut and rested my back against it, trembling as I breathed barely.

After a brief moment of silence, I heard a knock. Naturally, I answered it.

Standing there, Leto cocked an eyebrow at me as he said, "You won't be able to get rid of me this easily." The Duke pushed me back into my room.

We fell to the floor; I hit my back hard against it, laughing nervously. His clothes were taken off by him quickly; my panties and shirt followed as we laid on the cold, stone floor. He pushed my bra aside and started kissing, sucking, and biting my nipples and ran his hand up my thigh, right to the place where I was so hot and wet for him already. Suddenly, his urgency slowed.

While Leto was kissing me so hard; I was writhing with so much desire that I was almost in pain when he started slowly and gently teasing and torturing my pussy with his calloused fingers. Then he hovered over me for just a moment. I felt  the hard tip of Leto’s cock poking on my slick clit.

Leto slowly sank into me all the way, deliciously spreading and filling me; he stopped when he was all the way in. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Y/N. You’ll fucking make me cum in a second.”

I was panting and desperate for release but he didn't move. I took the initiative and fucked him from below by rising and lowering my hips and getting harder and faster as he hovered over me. "Oh, stop it and fuck me like you've wanted," I encouraged him, wrapping arms around his neck and slipping my hand into his salt-pepper hair.

I felt him grab me by the hips and buck his hips fast into mine, fucking me hard and deep, grunting deeply; almost animalistic noises were emanating from his broad chest.

The scent of Caladan wine could be detected in each breath of Leto as he fucked me slower, like he was making sweet love to me, with tender, gentle kisses placed all over my face. When Leto rolled me on top of him, he didn't change his slow, passionate rhythm inside of me, pulling on my hair, kissing and caressing scars on my body, asking if I was okay, whispering sweet nothings, all the while slowly bringing me to another orgasm.

My eyes were closed as I let myself be enraptured by the luxuriant feel of every inch of his thick cock inside of me. I was moving up and down his dick, forward and back, deeper and faster. My hands rested against his chest for some kind of support until he grabbed my hips, bucking his hips into me to match my movements. Soon, Leto cum deep into me and I contracted and convulsed around him, collapsing onto the top of his chest; my hair messy and my breaths shallow.

After a while, still lying on the floor of my room, we began laughing. 

My drunken state made me think I had just dreamt it, so I couldn't believe it actually happened. I knew things were going to get hairy with his concubine in the morning, but I was flattered that Leto wanted to stay with me for the night, our bodies entwined, gentle, tender kisses and caresses placed to each other, despite the trouble he was sure to get for not returning to his chamber for the night.

In all honesty, I was looking forward to more sex in the morning.

A portrait of Chris Evans I did to practice textures, shadows and highlights (Photoshop CS6, about 8-9 hours)