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by Marina Walker

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.

La Santità della Luce (The Sanctity of Light) by Luigi Russolo (1910)

Jin Ling doodle! 💛

❣️

good thing

word count: ~4k

warnings: smut (18+ only). also: established relationship, angst, non-planned pregnancy, implied sex-for-pay, age gap, language, x fem!reader

a/n: idk you guys. he is—as my middle schoolers would say—Him. it was bound to happen that i would write a pregnancy fic about this man. i will admit that i am weirdly nervous about sharing this fic so please be kind, friends✨🤗

“How long have you known?”

“Long enough.”

“Whose?”

“Not yours.”

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Shower sex – unprotected sex, creampie.

Author's Note: You won't see any of the Daredevil suit in my Kinktober (not that it's bad) because I believe in BLACK SUIT SUPREMACY 😤🙌

GIF credit: @daredevil---love

Propping yourself on your elbow, you blinked slowly as the movie before you came to an end. The credits rolled, and you didn’t feel any more sleepy than you did two films ago. You heaved a long and weary sigh, adding another sleepless night to your mental scoreboard. Prescribed pills helped, but you didn’t want to depend on them too much like you used to. Nevertheless, what you had switched to was far more addictive. Or rather, someone else. 

How ironic.

The door to the rooftop opened, making way for heavy and unhurried footsteps to descend the stairs. The treads bowed under the added weight, creating creaky sounds all the way down. You sprang up from the couch and met Matt at the bottom of the stairs. The neon light from the building across covered him in a sheer lustre of blinking colours, revealing just enough of the blood splattered on his neck and the bottom half of his face. 

Matt was breathing hard while you kept yours as quiet as you could. It wasn’t out of fear that he might hurt you but of anticipation for what he wanted from you. An embrace? Some means of release? Bandages and ointment? Silence and comfort? Whatever it was, you were always happy to provide.

Matt had made up his mind when he crossed the remaining distance between you, pulling you towards him. Your lips clashed in a dance, gentle but fervent, full of desperation. To be closer, to be consumed whole. To feel the gentle friction instead of the blunt force of skin on skin. To forget.  

You were worried for him but allowed yourself to go with the flow for a moment. He was here with you, his heart beating thunderously underneath your palm. Matt didn’t seem to be injured with the way he rushed to rid of the black suit. You helped him peel the shirt off his back, which was drenched with sweat and damp blood. Your hand reached for the belt while he worked to remove the satin nightgown you wore. You tugged his pants down, making the makeshift batons clatter onto the floor. Matt stepped out of the pants, and you took him by the hands, leading him into the bathroom.

You turned the light on and took him in fully under the fluorescent light. He was panting hard, his breathing shaky, his lips swollen and red, his eyes wide and unblinking. The specks of blood decorated his skin was smudged, and your gaze moved down to find no major injury to your relief, just some bruises. You stared at where you connected to see the crimson stain on your and his hands. You didn’t have to say anything, and neither did he. You knew what he needed. Leading him into the shower, you turned on the water, letting it fall on the warmer side. 

Standing under the spray, Matt let you gently scrub away the evidence of the night. Your hands washed away the sweat and dirt in his hair with his unscented shampoo, the grimes and blood on his skin with your soothing body wash. You smoothed your palms over the bruises when Matt dipped his head to nuzzle your neck. You held him close, kissing his wet shoulder, letting him know he could take the lead. Matt lifted his head and sought your lips out. You eagerly responded to his need with all you had, feeling lightheaded in the steamy room. The kiss was a pure primal need, and you clung to each other as if you needed the other to breathe. You tugged at his hair, earning a deep groan from him. Matt moved to kiss your jaw, descending onto the column of your throat, sucking hard on your pulse to the point where pain and pleasure blended together. 

His hands braced at either side of your thighs, and in a swift movement, he picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his slim waist, your arms winded around his shoulders for balance. Matt wasted no time, lowering you onto his aching cock. The stretch drew a harmony of unrestrained moans from your throats, and you stayed like that for a moment when he finally bottomed out. Your heart was pounding, your walls clenched around his length. Matt groaned at the snug fit and needy squeeze, taking a deep breath and focusing not to come right then. 

After a long moment, his hands moved from your thighs to grab your ass, moving you up and down on his cock. You tried to assist him with small swivels and grinds of your hips. The room was steamy from the running water and your shared breaths, tangling in an intricate web of moans and cries. 

Matt pressed you to the misted tiles on the wall and began to set at a brutal pace. You clung to him as a fresh wave of pleasure hit you; your legs fought for purchase around him. You tilted your head down to pull him into a kiss with the water running over you, between your open mouths. You couldn’t last much longer, and he knew it. His head burrowed into your neck, and his thrusts became brutal, almost punishing. All that came out of you were meaningless babble and pitiful sobs. Your brain had turned to mush; all you could think of was Matt and the feeling of his cock in your tight cunt. It was pure greed, the way your walls held onto him, fluttering around him like he was the only thing that mattered. The only one you had ever known. You screamed as you came, and Matt followed after a few pumps with a broken groan. You held still, feeling the tiles digging uncomfortably onto your back, but you didn’t want his throbbing cock to leave you empty just yet. You tiredly caressed his hair, making him almost purr in bliss. Matt pulled out slowly and gently, making you wince at the loss. You felt the trickle of release run down your thighs, joining the warm water to the drain. He set you down onto your shaky legs but held onto your waist to keep you steady. Still catching your breath, you finally spoke for the first time since Matt returned.

“Are you okay?”

The small smile he gave you was a blessed sight. Matt closed in, pressing a tender kiss on your cheek.

“I’m much better now. Couldn’t sleep?”

“Mm hm. I was waiting for somebody to wear me out.”

He smirked, and the thoughts that followed in your head were sinful enough to make a sinner blush. 

“Oh yeah? How about we continue this in the bedroom?”

Your answer was a breathy whisper into his parted lips. 

“Yes, please.”

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