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hide and seek || edward nashton / the riddler x fem reader (nsfw !) ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

summary || your sex life recently with edward has been non existent. with him being so focused on his plans for gotham, you have found your needs being neglected. you decide to take initiative and plan a fun game for edward while he's at work.

warnings || SMUT!! there is plot but this is pretty much straight up porn lol. reader and edward role-play a kidnapping scenario but everything is consensual!! slapping, restraints, degradation, light knife play, overstimulation, p in v, pussy eating, choking, hunting(?kind of?), (fake) threats of violence, mentions of stalking, the suit stays ON during sex, some weird purity/ corruption stuff in this idk i think a demon possessed me halfway through writing this. minors please do not interact!!

word count || 4k i did not mean for it to be this long oopsie!!

notes || i haven't written smut in a LONG time so i am so sorry if this is straight up garbage pls go easy on me. recently reread year one and im seriously going insane the hyperfixation is so back guys. i love writing edward so much especially when it comes to writing some nasty porn about him LOL. i srsly had no idea how to end this so its kinda bad sorry D:

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In recent months, you have found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. For the longest time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what has been causing this, and that has caused it to manifest itself in various ways throughout your everyday life. You have found yourself much more easily annoyed by the most minor inconveniences, and have had repeated warnings at work to stop arguing with customers over the pettiest of matters.

One afternoon in late November, whilst attempting to share in your boyfriend’s body heat on the sofa of your freezing living room, watching the news and listening to him ramble about finally ‘revealing the truth,’ it hits you.

Edward hasn’t fucked you in months.

Even before this change, you didn’t have the most active sex life- you were both too busy holding down your day jobs whilst simultaneously investigating the corruption poorly concealed beneath Gotham’s cobbled streets. Still, you’d find the time every other week or so to take care of each other.

You love having sex with Edward; he’s so gentle with you, handling you like a precious gem that will shatter if dropped. He always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks of himself, worshipping your body with an obsession akin to a deeply faithful Catholic’s love for Christ himself.

But sometimes... it can get boring. Not as boring as not having sex at all, but boring enough that you often find yourself lying awake at night, longing for Edward to keep up his Riddler persona for just a little while longer after he arrives home from doing whatever he does to have the coppery scent of blood soaking into the walls of your small apartment.

You know your frustration will only worsen the longer you go without having sex, so you decide to do a small experiment.

You take the next few days off work, pretending to be sick, and Edward, usually ever attentive to your every need, your Edward, who begins panicking if you all but sniffle the wrong way, barely notices. With your theory proven that his work has been turning him into someone who is evidently not your sweet Edward, you begin doing everything you can for even an ounce of attention from him. You give him shoulder massages after he returns home from a long day at work, cook him his favourite meals, run baths for him, at some point it evolves into you all but throwing yourself at him, and you have to take a step back to reevaluate your approach. Being that desperate for sex is not a good look, especially when your boyfriend is completely oblivious to how horny you are.

You decide you need to formulate a plan to force him to focus on you.

It starts with the lingerie. You scour the shopping apps on your phone for an embarrassingly long time, trying to find something perfect. You eventually come across a pretty lilac set, its sheer mesh bra framed with soft ruffles and feminine frills to accentuate your chest, and immediately order it, even begrudgingly spending a little extra for next day delivery.

The next step of your plan is to come up with a simple puzzle, something stimulating but still to the point- you're so horny that you know the next time you’re in a room with Edward while he still has that Riddler costume on, it’s going to take some real self-restraint to stop yourself from ripping it off him.

The final step of your plan is waiting for the perfect moment to put everything into action. You realise it isn’t the most complicated or glamorous scheme to ever exist, but if it manages to work and allows you to finally get some action, you won’t be complaining.

One evening, when it’s well past 5pm, and definitely well past the time Edward should have been home from the office, you get a text from your beloved.

hi honey, moved tuesday’s plans forward to today. got an opening with savage and cant miss it. will be home late- ill pick up food on my way back. love you.

we’re finally making some REAL change : )

You almost leap out of your chair with excitement, rushing around the apartment to make sure everything is in place for your little game of hide and seek.

When Edward finally returns home, the apartment is dark- it’s well past 11pm, so he figures you’re in bed. He sighs, setting down the takeaway bag on the coffee table and calling out your name, pausing when you don’t answer. You always wait up for him when he’s running his late-night ‘errands.’ When he thinks about it more, he realises you didn’t even text him back earlier this evening; you’ve been sick, too- what if you collapsed, or had complications, or worse?

Before he can begin panicking, he finally notices the lit candle on the kitchen counter. Next to it is a piece of paper, which Edward gingerly picks up with shaking hands, reading the five words scrawled across it.

‘Dear Riddler,

Come find me.’

Confusion clouds Edward’s mind for a moment before he realises that he’s reading your handwriting, and the sweet flowery scent giving him a headache is his favourite perfume of yours. He stands still for a moment, rereading the note as the familiar feeling of want begins to curl in his lower belly. You’ve never actually addressed him as the Riddler before.

He definitely likes it.

You crouch uncomfortably in your hiding space beneath the dining table, straining your ears against the silence of the apartment as you try to gauge how Edward has taken your little game based off his breathing. You hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something zipping up, and realise he must’ve slipped his jacket and mask back on because his breaths are definitely muffled now.

He begins taking slow, deliberate steps around the apartment, his combat boots loudly thudding on the wooden floorboards as he does so. You suddenly feel very vulnerable in only your undergarments and wonder if this is how his victims must feel, a thrill tingling deliciously up your spine.

You shift a little in your spot, trying to find a way to crouch comfortably while also remaining out of sight. Your heart pounds so hard in anticipation of being spotted that you’re sure Edward can hear it, especially when his footsteps begin to head towards your hiding spot.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the sound of your breathing to an absolute minimum; the silence in your apartment is deafening and, for the first time in all the years you have known him, you begin to feel almost weary of Edward’s presence. In this moment, you’re not just Edward’s partner.

You’re his prey.

So wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t hear Edward’s footsteps behind you. You feel two strong, gloved hands grab your hips and rip you out of your thoughts. You squeal giddily as Edward throws you onto the wooden dining table, biting your lip to stifle the giggles that threaten to spill out.

Edward looms over you, his glasses glinting in the moonlight that seeps into the apartment through the cracks in the blinds. He is completely silent, save for the heavy breaths muffled by his mask. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the sound of it sends tiny shivers of excitement up your arms.

“I’ve been watching you for so long. Every move you make, I’ve followed from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up. Do you know how hard it’s been? Hearing your pathetic whimpers while you fuck yourself every night, and having to wait until it’s me making you unravel? But now I have you here, all to myself, and no one is around to save you.”

The sight of him like this, so indescribably large compared to you, looking down on you like a lion that has captured its prey and is about to rip it to shreds- it sends sparks of arousal through you that pool in your sheer underwear. You look up at Edward through your eyelashes, smiling innocently.

“Looks like you caught me.”

With that, he drags you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom. Your face burns, unsure of when or how he got so strong, and the anticipation of what he is about to do to you sends tingles of delight down your spine.

Edward throws you carelessly onto the bed before straddling you. He wordlessly grasps your wrists in one gloved hand, holding them above your head while he rips off a piece of duct tape from the roll that dangles from his belt, and binds them together securely. He subtly tilts his head to the side, and you can read him so well at this point that you know he’s asking if your restraints are too tight. You shake your head, and he immediately melts back into character, sweeping his gaze down your exposed body predatorily.

His gloved hands reach forward, roughly groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers. You squeak, writhing beneath him, deciding to put on a bit of a show with it.

“P... please, don’t...” you whimper pathetically, bucking your hips into his. You hear him groan under his breath above you, removing one hand from your chest to grip your chin harshly, squishing your cheeks together. “Shut up.” His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks, a complete contrast to the sweet voice Edward usually addresses you with. “You’re trapped here, and no one is coming for you. You can scream as loud as you want, it won’t make a difference.”

“You’re so pitiful, dressed up like one of those whores on the street just to get my attention.” He breathes out slowly, slipping a gloved finger beneath your bra to massage your nipple. “I can’t say it hasn’t worked, but a whore is still a whore. You need to be cleansed, like the rest of the filth in this city, and the only person willing to do that is me. That’s why,” he pauses, the hand gripping your chin roughly yanking your mouth open as he leans over you, pulling up his mask slightly and spitting in your mouth, “you will take everything I give to you like a grateful little bitch.”

He slaps your face, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, and you swallow the mixture of your saliva and his. You can’t stop the moan that slips out from between your parted lips, and he locks eyes with you, his pupils blown so wide with arousal that his eyes appear completely black in the low light. He leans forward again, pulling up his mask, and harshly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his knee forces your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his erection brush against your thigh and he bites down on your bottom lip, hard. He moves his focus to your neck and collarbones, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses and bites, marking every inch of you that’s visible.

“This is so,” he murmurs breathlessly between fervent kisses to your skin- and, Christ, is he smelling you?- “everyone knows you were fucked by the Riddler. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to know that you’re such a whore that getting fucked by a serial killer gets that pathetic cunt of yours completely soaked.” You moan at his words, arching your back to press your chest against his as you grind against his knee.

“Such a needy little thing. One touch from me and you’re already at my complete disposal.” He leans back on his heels to look over you, your hair a complete mess, your lips swollen and as red as the flush on your skin. The strap of your bra has slipped down your shoulder and Edward’s breaths become haggard as he reaches for the knife on his belt; he cuts away the fabric hiding your breasts from him, much to your dismay (that lingerie set was pretty fucking expensive), and immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting down lightly. You moan louder, squirming against your restraints and trying to pull away from him.

He slaps you again, harder this time, running the flat side of his knife against the mark that begins blooming on your cheek. “If you don’t shut up and take it like a good girl, I'll have to hurt you.” He presses a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin a face as pretty as yours.”

You whimper, rubbing your clothed core against Edward’s thigh, feeling the arousal in your lower belly build from the stimulation. Edward certainly doesn’t miss this, his eyes widening slightly as he peels your underwear away from your pussy. A string of your own slick connects you to the mesh fabric, and you can hear the amusement in Edward’s voice when he says, “oh, I’m going to ruin you.”

He cuts your underwear away, dragging his knife down your body painfully slowly. You shiver from the cool metal, whining from frustration when Edward’s gloved fingers spread your glistening folds, pointedly ignoring your throbbing clit.

“You pathetic girl... so wet for me. No one else could get you to react like this from their words alone, could they?” You shake your head rapidly, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get closer to Edward’s fingers. “Say it, then.” He begins lazily rubbing circles into your clit, causing you to cry out with relief at him finally touching you. He runs the blunt end of his knife across your neck, twisting it in his hand so the tip presses into your skin, not quite breaching your flesh. “Nice and clear for me. Tell me that you’re my bitch.”

You moan when he begins speeding up his movements on your clit, stumbling over your words. “I.. I’m your- your b-” He cuts you off with another slap to your cheek, and the action sends a sharp jolt of pleasure right to your clit, causing you to choke out a moan. “Not quite, pretty girl. Try again. Whose bitch are you?” Your eyes narrow with confusion for a second before you realise what he wants you to say.

“I’m th- the Riddler’s bitch.”

He nods, satisfied, pushing two gloved fingers inside of you while the other continues rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, whimpering and giving Edward a pleading look.

He nods wordlessly and you unravel, your orgasm enveloping your body in a blissful warmth as your pussy clenches hard around Edward’s fingers. He breathes out through his nose, hard, as he watches you cum, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers.

Edward pulls his fingers out of you when your body finally finishes shaking, inspecting your wetness on them in the low light of your bedroom for several moments, before pushing them under his mask and sucking them clean. He moans at the taste of you, and you feel his dick twitching against your leg as he closes his eyes, savouring you. He sighs, opening his eyes.

“I need more.”

Before you can react, he’s gripping your waist with strong hands, dragging your body up against him, holding you up almost completely off the bed, and hooking your legs over his shoulders. Edward gazes at your drenched cunt with a hunger in your eyes that you've never seen displayed by him, his breaths deep and shaky as he smells the arousal leaking out of you. You squeak, thighs still quivering from your previous orgasm.

“W-wait, Ed- Riddler, I... I’m still t-too sensitive for...” You cut yourself out with a cry of pained pleasure as he latches his mouth onto your pussy, pushing his tongue into your sensitive hole. You sob as he sucks on your clit, shocks of overstimulation wracking through you as you weakly kick your legs against him, your body growing limp. The sounds Edward makes as he devours your pussy are obscene, the room filling with echoes of your cries and Edward’s moans as he sucks and licks crudely at your sex.

He pulls away occasionally, praising and degrading you in barely coherent pussydrunk babbles: “such a perfect girl for me,” “stupid bitch, such a needy whore for your savior,” “so pretty with mascara running down your face,” “any louder and I'll give you a real reason to cry,” “taste so good, i need all of you.” And it’s all so much, his tongue writhing so deep inside you, the grip of his hands on your ass, the cool leather biting into your flesh, the way he moans and ruts into the bed from the taste of you, and before you can even breathe you’re cumming again, and you’re cumming so hard your back lifts off the bed entirely, the strength of your orgasm rocking you all the way to your core. Your mind goes blank as a chain of choked moans and sobs spill from between your lips, all you can focus on being the way Edward continues to fuck you with his tongue all the way through your orgasm. You can feel your slick sliding down your thighs, and when Edward pulls away you can see it dripping down his chin, and you don’t miss the proud grin on his face as he pulls down his mask.

He drops you back onto the bed, straddling you once more and wiping your slick from his chin with his finger, motioning for you to open your mouth. You obey him and he pushes the digit inside, motioning for you to suck it clean. When he pulls his finger from your mouth, his eyes darken, and you can practically feel the smug smile in his words. “Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you? No one can make you cum like I can... and I can still smell how horny you are for me. You’re so needy, yet you’re never satisfied.”

He tilts his head, and the dim light from the lamp behind him illuminates him similarly to a halo, and you almost find yourself beginning to create a religion in your head just to worship him.

“I don’t think you’re being very grateful.”

You begin crying out words of thanks, rubbing your legs together to lessen the ache of overstimulation. Edward's knees cage you in, and he grips one of your thighs with his hands.

“Quit your grovelling and stop fucking moving when I’m talking to you.” His hand travels to your face, cupping your cheek with a surprising tenderness as he sighs. “You’re still so filthy... look what this city has done to you. I suppose I’m your last hope.”

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is an angry red and leaks with precum, and Edward lets out a breathy moan as he strokes it. He spreads your legs, lining himself up with your sex and pushing into you slowly. He gazes down at you, a complete mess beneath him, and groans. “You’re so lucky... being fucked by Gotham’s salvation...”

You can barely think, let alone speak, and when Edward begins moving his hips, his thumb finding your clit and massaging it, you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. He moves in and out of your agonisingly slowly, and when you look up at him, you can make out that his eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of you.

“Your virgin pussy is so... so fucking tight. Oh... h-how does it feel to be fucked by your saviour? Your God?”

You sniffle beneath him, choking on your sobs as he speeds up to a punishing pace, his cock bruising your insides. He grabs at every inch of you, his hands finding refuge around your throat.

“Oh, you’re so good. You were so filthy, but I will cleanse you. I will purify you; I will plant the seed of hope within you, and you will be saved.”

He babbles on as he fucks you, squeezing his fingers around your throat, verging on crushing your windpipe but never quite gripping hard enough. You cry out for him, so cockdrunk and lightheaded from your sudden lack of oxygen that you find yourself looping your bound wrists around his neck, pulling him forward and crashing your lips to the rough leather of his mask. He makes a noise of surprise before his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing at it desperately as his hips begin to stutter against your own.

Edward, ever the gentlemen, wants you to cum before him; you feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought, and pull away to look at him. You can barely keep your focus on him, your vision going hazy, and he begins assaulting your clit with more fervor.

“Be a good little angel and cum for your savior.”

Your vision goes white as the orgasm rips through you, your entire body spasming as your pussy clenches down hard on Edward’s cock. He has to stop moving to prevent himself from cumming as he guides you through your own orgasm, his fingers weaving through your hair as he coos at you.

“Yes, that’s it. Such a perfect girl. So pretty cumming on my cock.”

He begins speeding up again, his hips slapping against yours with a clumsy rhythm, his breathy moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You lay, exhausted, whimpering incoherent words of encouragement to him as he chases after his own climax.

You feel him begin to pull out and you weakly wrap your legs around his hips. “W-want you inside. Need... need you to cleanse me from the inside.”

Your words are what tip Edward over the edge, and he whimpers loudly as his cum spills inside you, his hips grinding into yours as he relishes in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Thank God you're on birth control.

Edward slowly pulls out of you and cuts the duct tape that binds you, gently pressing kisses to the insides of your wrists. He pulls off his fogged up glasses and his mask, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he smiles at you worriedly.

“I didn’t go too far, did I?”

There's your lovely Eddie.

You shake your head, laughing weakly and he smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he helps you to your feet and guides you to the bathroom, letting you use his body for support. Edward sits you on the lip of the bath and dampens a towel, gentle cleaning you up and placing loving kisses to every bare patch of skin he can reach. He reluctantly leaves you alone to freshen up as he straightens up the bed, changing into his pajamas and finding your favourite t shirt of his to sleep in.

When you re-enter the bedroom, with a slight limp that Edward definitely notices but refuses to comment on, he dresses you and tucks you into bed before lying next to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

“Sorry I’ve been so... distant lately.”

When you go to answer him, he rubs his thumb soothingly on your cheek and you get the message that he hasn’t finished talking.

“We have big things planned, we both know that, but... it wasn’t right of me to not look after you when, now that I look back at it, you really made it obvious that you needed me to. I hope you can forgive me.”

You smile, pressing a shy kiss to Edward’s lips.

“Don’t apologise, Eddie. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can apologise tomorrow when I can’t feel my legs or sit down properly for a week.”

He laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I really love you, you silly girl. A-and..."

He pulls away from you but continues to avert his gaze, his cheeks pink and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"The, um, th-the lingerie was very pretty, you looked really lovely. I'm, ah, sorry about..."

He doesn't meet your eyes and you snort, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek with a fond smile.

"Yeah. That I'm not so quick to forgive. You have no idea how expensive nice underwear is when you're a woman."

Edward laughs shyly, delicately holding your wrist and pressing tender kisses to your palm that leave you melting. The heat in his eyes, however, is undeniable.

"I absolutely will not complain if you decide to spend all my money on pretty lingerie and then decide to model said lingerie for me."

"You're unbelievable."

You both laugh as Edward continues peppering soft kisses up your arm, then your bruising neck before finally meeting your lips in a tender kiss. He pulls away, and the way he looks at you with such love and adoration almost makes you tear up.

Edward twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulling you closer to his chest. His fingers reach up and he begins combing them through your hair properly, whispering sweet praise to you as you find yourself dozing off.

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐯 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | “first time i heard your voice, moonlight burst into the room” pierre is your best friend and, when he asks you to teach him to dance, it’s hard to control your confessions. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | pierre bezukhov (bbc war and peace, 2016) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— oral (f!receiving), breeding kink, creampie, lovey-dovey mushy type sex 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i put out a poll whether my readers wanted pierre or percy smut first, and pierre won! also yes this is friends to lovers, and yes the title is taken from the great comet musical IM SORRY

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– 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so uhhhhhh...I wrote this around the end of July during last year and I just...never found the time to edit and post it...until now! because lmao, getting wine drunk last weekend sparked my memory once more. hello again Pierre nation, I have remembered the magic and the softness that this man makes me feel.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MDNI), cunnilingus, our boy is wine drunk as hell (and also very soft), brief usage of pet names (sweet boy, darling, dear), nothing else I can think of!!

It’s all hands and giggles as Pierre drags you into some room. You can still smell the rich, mulled wine on his breath with every heavy inhalation he takes between kisses.

Dolokhov had said that he purchased the cask from some merchant in France. The year was excellent and though Pierre almost turned him down, he couldn’t help but give in when Dolokhov said, “Just for old time’s sake.”

Pierre rarely drinks now. Not since Helene or any of his rambunctious younger years. No longer merely the Count’s bastard son, Pierre is the Count. He has a reputation. And he’s well aware of what even a few sips of god forsaken vodka will do to him. But Dolokhov is a friend. And even on the best days, Pierre has a hard time saying no to anyone.

The conversation flowed naturally and before he knew it, one glass turned to two, two turned to three, three to four, and suddenly he was off his rocker. Absolutely wrecked, well oiled, three sheets to the wind, and utterly inebriated.

Dolokhov, being able to hold himself better just kept pouring until Pierre simply grabbed the bottle by it's neck and swung it back so far that he nearly tipped over in his seat. And as he swallows the last few swigs of the wine, you curse that frilly collar of his that hides his Adam's apple. You're sure it's bobbing jaggedly, daring you to suck marks into his skin that'll turn just as deep red as his drink.

As soon as Dolokhov retires to his own room, you find that you actually like this new version of your husband. Some men are angry, mean, and forceful drunks.

But not Pierre. Not even though he practically towers over you and rivals your own strength. Because when he does leverage that strength, it's in the best way possible. You like the way his hands greedily roam your figure and the way he puts more of his weight on you with each kiss. He compresses you against the closed door like if he pressed hard enough, you’d become one bundle of warm, intoxicated flesh.

He’s more daring this way. Perhaps the wine elevates his feelings or perhaps he’s had these urges inside all along, he just keeps them locked away.

Because a gentleman doesn’t do these things; doesn’t give in to such carnal desires. He can’t help it. Not when you look the way you do tonight. Not that you look any differently than you normally do. But the burgundy colors his view and sends his imagination into overdrive as he thinks about mussing up that coiled hair of yours and making you shed the layers upon layers of fine fabric keeping him from really feeling your plush skin.

“Oh, I love you…” he mumbles between kisses. His lips miss yours just slightly, instead landing on the corner of your mouth. You giggle as his nose knocks into your cheek. You gently take him by the chin and pull him away so you can catch your breath and get a good look at him. He’s got stars in his eyes already, pupils blown wide with want.

“I love you too, Pierre,” you smile, then reel him back in and give his buzzing brain a bit of a break as you lead the kiss. He melts into your touch like he always does; leans into your hands on his face and groans desperately. Through the befuddled fog of his mind, a lightbulb goes off. He separates from you once more, eyes lidded and a crooked, toothy smile plastered across his face.

“I want to give you something,” he says, brows already raising hopefully and hands rubbing your thighs lovingly.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a smirk. He’s adorable like this, cheeks flushed and glasses slipping down his nose. Whatever he’s got planned can’t be so bad. In the home of a friend, your sweet Pierre wouldn’t dare do more than his heated little kisses.

So you turn your nose up, challenging him to do his worst. “Go ahead, my sweet boy. Give me what you’ve got.”

His smile seems to get impossibly wider as he kisses you searingly once more and trails down your chin over the curve of your chest. You’re confused until he drops to his knees with little grace.

From his spot on the floor, he buries his head into your skirt, his nose poking you a little too close to your core. You sigh at the sudden ache; humbled by the pure lust as he wraps his arms around your legs and hugs them to his chest.

“So beautiful. Radiant. Bewitching. Ravishing. Heavenly. Enchanting. So…so…divine, darling,” he grasps at the ends of all the prettiest words he can think of, and still they are not enough to describe the floaty, fluttering feeling in his belly. You could cry right then and there as he glances back up.

Always a gentleman, with his hands fisted around the hem of your flowing skirt, he says huskily, “May I?”

You nod eagerly, accepting his unspoken proposal with no hesitation.

Pierre smiles lazily once more before disappearing beneath the fabric. You stare up at the ceiling and count your blessings, hoping that no one needs to use this room as you feel him poke around between your legs. You try not to think about how mortifying it would be to be caught by a servant with the great Count Bezukhov forming a squirming lump under your skirt. You don’t hear him moan as he pulls your bloomers down.

In this darkness, he can’t see your heat, but he can practically sense how badly you need him to alleviate the ache. Despite his altered state, he maneuvers your flushed cunt with soft and slow movements. He familiarizes himself with your folds and crevices in the dark like the tips of his fingers are candles, the fire already beginning to dim.

Until he feels the hood that obscures the pearl he's seeking. Gently–oh so gently–he pulls it back and rubs a finger over the bead. And he's more proud than he'd like to admit when you jolt. You're sensitive; just like he likes.

And that's the pocket of oxygen he needs to burst into flames. His tongue goes in for the kill. You let out a soft squeal as he laps away at you like a parched man.

Your hands want to fly to his hair, but his soft locks are hidden by your skirt. So instead you try to grasp his head over the fabric and sharply jut your hips forward into his mouth. His nose knocks into your clit each time and it’s almost like those impacts alone could knock the breath out of you. He doesn’t need to work at you long before your legs begin to shudder.

Pierre wraps his arms around you once again to keep you steady as the steep climax rustles your entire being. He pulls your bloomers back up and places a polite kiss right over your cunt before re-emerging. His face is as red as a tomato and a few drops of sweat roll down his upper lip.

And of course he gazes up at you again through his now fogged up glasses and says dreamily, “Thank you, dear.”

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𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 | pierre bezukhov x reader (𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒)

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: it’s not very long, there really is no rhyme or reason to this, i had the thought of pierre learning about etiquette and then the horny thoughts took over, what can you do. enjoy.

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PAUL DANO AND ZOE KAZAN

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Idc what anyone says he's so fine and I want him

IDC HE'S BAD AS FUCK

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not him sticking out his tongue while signing autographs

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to the anon who requested the nick flynn sex scenes, i hope these were the ones you meant! :)

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Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (A Man After Midnight) (Burt Fabelman x Reader) SMUT

Summary: Porn without plot

Content: SMUT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, daddy kink, oral sex (both p and v receiving), nipple/breast play, edging, spanking, use of the term "good boy", vaginal penetration

Reader has female anatomy, such as breasts and a vulva, but is referred to with masculine terminology.

“Is it bad that I want to go all the way with you?” you mutter weakly, the tension in your chest feeling unbearable.

“You want me to be inside you?” he asks as his lips inch closer to yours. An intense shock thrashes throughout your body, causing tension in every muscle. Your ears are ringing at the crude words that just fell from his lips, and they repeat in your head. “Do you?” he asks again, and you instantly nod your head rapidly, humming a “mhm.” Gently taking your hand, he helps you stand before leading you to his bedroom. Despite how fast you were trying to go earlier, this move caught you way off guard. Him initiating something so intimate felt disorienting.

Flicking on the lamp next to the bed, he lets you sit. Slowly, you eased into the mattress as you looked up at him, hovering over you. It was intimidating, the way he leaned forward, gazing down at you with gentle, hooded eyes. His hands came to cup your face, before he slowly came in for a kiss. It was gentle and innocent, the way his soft, puckered lips explored yours, and his fingers laced through your hair. It didn’t matter how gentle he was with you, your body couldn’t help but tremor like a leaf.

“Please, I want to know your feelings for me” he asks, lips keeping in proximity with yours.

“I think I’m in love with you. I’m sorry,” you whisper timidly.

“Don’t be sorry,” he kisses you again, with more passion. He pushes you back slowly, putting his knees on the bed, between your spread legs. “We’ll figure these feelings out,” he assures, then leaves sweet kisses on your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. “-because I think I’m falling for you too.”

“But why? I don’t get it,” you whine, feeling his nose and lips nuzzle into the dip of your neck.

“What’s there not to get? You’re wonderful.”

“You probably wouldn’t think that if you got to know me better.”

“If you let me, I can prove you wrong,” you revel in the deepness of his bassy voice, sounding warm and sweet, resonating against your skin as he softly nips at your neck. “I want to know every part of you,” he continues, breath heavy on your neck. Your head falls into the bed, and your back arches, leaning your body into his. Your arms tightly wrap around him, gripping the back of his shirt. His hands slide up your arms, tightly gripping your shoulders as his kisses trail down to your collarbone. He pulls back, looking down at you as his fingers graze the neckline of your shirt, feeling your upper chest rise and fall rapidly. You’re unable to keep yourself from fixating on his hands. So many times in the past you had to scold yourself for staring at his fingers with lewd intent. He begins unbuttoning your top, and you pay attention to the way he carefully moves down your torso, parting the fabric, revealing your chest and stomach. His palms run over hips, waist, and ribs. You can tell he’s fixated on your chest, covered with nothing but a bra. Being exposed to him felt embarrassing, but you were obsessed with the feeling of him looking at you. Grabbing your breasts, he gives them a gentle squeeze, massaging them.

“Mmh, Burt,” his name falls from your lips in a lazy moan.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he coos as he stares deep into your eyes, yearningly.

“It feels so good,” you whine, arching your back, pushing yourself into him.

“Yeah?” his lips descend to your collarbone one again, kissing and licking the skin, moving down to your cleavage as he continues groping your chest. He sucks on the soft, supple skin on your upper breast, leaving hickies. He pulls you by your hips onto his lap, elevating your pelvis as your upper half lays back on the bed. He leans over you, pulling your bra down, exposing your nipples. He pinches them, rolling them between his fingers as he looks up into your eyes to watch how you react. He revels in every moan and whimper that comes from your mouth. His tongue delicately flicks at one of your hardened nipples, before his lips latch onto your breast, sucking and swirling his tongue. His mouth sinks into your breast as he pleases you, one hand still playing with the other. You whine as you can’t help but rub yourself into his lap, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Pulling his lips from your tit with a pop, he moves to the other, sucking on it just as feverishly. You feel one of his hands move down your stomach to your crotch, fingers rubbing you over your skirt. You squeal slightly.

“You like when I touch you here?” he asks as you grind yourself against his hand. He sits up, looking down at you squirm against the bed in delight.

“Yes,” you squeak. He pulls down your pants, sliding it off each leg before tossing them aside. He notices the wet spot forming between your legs, and he slides his finger against your slit. He repositions you to be higher up on the bed with your head against the pillows. He lays on his stomach between your legs, dipping his head between them, mouthing at your clothed pussy. Whimpering, you watch Burt as he buries his face between your legs. He pulls your underwear to the side, allowing his tongue to make direct contact. Sweetly, he kisses your clit, licking and sucking on it as your legs tremor. You squeal as he pushes a finger inside you, reaching deep into your cervix. It curls inside of you, feeling your insides, figuring out the best way to pleasure you. Looking up at you, he observes how you react to his touch. Once he figures out the right spot, he pumps his middle and ring fingers in and out of you. He continues sucking on your clit, making you squirm. His glasses slide down his nose as he loses himself in your taste.

“So wet for me already,” he purrs, fingering you at a steady pace. The muscles in your thighs tighten, closing your legs from the intense sensation, but he pushes your legs wide open with strong hands gripping your flesh. You gasp at his sudden roughness. Burying his face in your groin, the tip of his nose rubs against your clit as he makes out with your pussy, licking around the inside. Even just the sight of him eating you out makes you weak. His head bobs as mouths at you, eyes closed blissfully. You didn’t understand why you thought he looked so handsome from this angle, looking down at him as he buries his lips between your folds, and his usually neat, combed back hair was slowly becoming disheveled with strands falling over his face. You slide your fingers through his hair, gently holding his head, and he looks up into your eyes, still tonging you.

“Oh my god! Burt, please, I’m so close,” you cry, body twitching. Suddenly, his movements slow down, and he pulls his lips from your crotch. Wiping his mouth with the side of his hand, he sits up, smugly watching you whine at the lack of contact.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” his grip on your thighs stays tight, giving them a squeeze as they shake. You whimper, about to say something in protest, but he cuts you off, “won’t it feel so much better with you squeezing around me?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?” he teases, leaning over you. “What is it you want, sweetheart?”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” you groan, writhing around impatiently. For a few seconds, there was no response. Your head was turned to the side, so you looked back up at him. Sat back up, he looked shocked, breathing heavily with his eyes darting around, face flushed.

“Oh my god,” his voice becomes breathy as he holds his fist to his hand in shock.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- it just came out. I didn’t mean to,” you suddenly become extremely self conscious, worried you just ruined the entire mood.

“No, that’s not why- I just,” he rambles as he becomes more flustered, struggling to find the right words. “I’m just not used to being called that during… you know.” Seeing him lose composure like this was surreal. Sitting yourself up on the back of your elbows, he glances back and forth at your chest, taking note of the way your breasts fall over your figure in this position.

“Do you not like it?” you ask, staring up at him, doe-eyed. He stares back, chest rising and falling intensely as he obsessively observes your expression. Leaning in closer to your face, he pushes himself up between your legs, making you lift and spread them to make room for him.

“Say it again,” he demands, holding your face in his hands. You tense up, feeling his bulge prod against your soaked cunt.

“Please, daddy,” you whimper in a delicate voice. He sighs, reveling in your tone.

“I don’t know why,” he grunts before kissing you intensely, beginning to hump you, “but that’s really getting me worked up,” he says between kisses, dipping down to your neck once again, kissing and sucking on your skin. He reaches down to his belt, undoing it as fast as possible, then unzipping and pulling down his pants. He leans back to pull his dick out, and you stare as it springs out, almost fully erect. Before you even get the chance to process it, he gives himself a few pumps in his fist, then pulls your underwear aside and shoves his cock inside of you. You cry out from the stretch. Despite penetrating you slowly, it’s overwhelming as he bucks his hips into yours, eventually filling you up entirely. He groans as you squeeze around him.

“Fuck!,” you exclaim, feeling him hit the back of your pussy.

“Good boy, just like that,” he whispers in your ear, slightly moving his hips into yours, letting you get used to him. “Does it hurt?”

“No, I’m fine,” your hands cling to his back, gripping his shirt.

He observes your expression as it relaxes into a gentle smile, and he smiles back, knowing you’re okay. “Good,” kissing your cheek, his hands run down the sides of your body, gripping whatever he can. He fucks you at a steady pace, panting as your inner walls clench around his shaft. You can hear the bed frame hitting the wall as he fucks you into the mattress. He kisses your lips before sitting up again, allowing him to reach deeper inside you. Tightly, his fingers grip onto your hips, pushing and pulling himself in and out of you. You reach back and grip onto the pillow, needing something to keep you grounded while getting rammed into. “Oh god, look at you. So gorgeous.” He rests his hand on your lower stomach, then moves down so his thumb can reach your clit, rubbing it in circles while he fucks you. “How does that feel?”

“So good,” you gasp, moaning as your body constricts and shakes. In every sense, your grip on him tightens, causing him to grunt from the intensity. He catches your lips with his, making out with you. Kissing him back, you moan into his mouth, taking his brutal thrusts.

“You’re getting so close, aren’t you?” he grins at you in pure bliss, continuing to thrust into you at the perfect pace, loving the way you bounce on his dick.

“Yeah,” you squeak, then he abruptly stops, causing you to whine painfully.

“I won’t let you cum unless you beg for it,” he jeers, gripping your waist painfully, keeping you in place. “Can you do that, pretty boy?”

“Please,” you sob, hips bucking instinctively, but his grasp on you is too firm for you to move enough. “I need it so bad.” He looks unamused, waiting for you to say something specific. “I wanna cum so bad, daddy. Please, daddy. I can’t- I-“ you try so hard to hold it back, but you fail, squealing as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Your legs shake and kick as you clamp down impossibly tight on him, making him pant and whimper from the nearly painful sensation. He pulls out of you as you fall back against the bed, still trembling from the aftershock. His dick is completely drenched, and you revel in the sight of it, rock hard and red at the tip.

“I’m disappointed in you,” he teases, making you pout, “my greedy little boy, so disobedient.”

“I can’t help it!” you whine.

“Don’t you think you deserve punishment?” he whispers in your ear, deep and roughly. You don’t respond besides whimpering softly in response. Getting up, he brings you with him to the edge of the bed. He sits, then brings you to his lap, laying on your belly across. Pressing his hand on the small of your back, he pulls up your skirt to fully expose your ass as he pulls your panties all the way off. You feel embarrassed as he caresses and gropes the supple flesh.

“Should I stop?” He asks, and you shake your head shyly with your face buried in the covers. He chuckles before lightly smacking your butt, eliciting a small yelp. Harder, he smacks you again, then again, and again. You’re crying out, panting and whimpering in pain, but you don’t want it to stop. Wetness continues to drip from your hole, running down your thighs, becoming more aroused from each spank. “Bad boy, you have no idea what you do to me. Getting me so pent up all the time. It was torture holding myself back from cumming inside of you,” his erection presses against your stomach as he holds you firmly in place. Suddenly, his fingers slip inside of you, curling as they rub your puffy, sensitive inner walls. “Such a little slut, hm? You just love being played rough with, don’t you?” he whispers, fingering your sensitive hole. He spanks your red, raw ass again, causing you to yell out in pain and start kicking your legs, overwhelmed from the pain. “Is it too much?”

“Mhm,” you whimper.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he caresses your backside, then bends down to kiss the sore skin. You get up, sitting yourself next to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him spontaneously, for no other reason than because you want to. He giggles softly at your sweetness, kissing you back as he embraces you. You kiss his cheek, feeling over encumbered with adoration, leaving peck after peck before nuzzling tightly into the crook of his neck.

“Mmh, daddy,” you murmur, clinging onto him tightly.

“What is it, baby?” His embrace is strong, one hand around your back, and the other on your ass, still soothing the burning skin with a gentle touch.

“I wanna touch you,” you plead, pulling your head up to look at him with sad, wet eyes.

“Whatever you want,” he kisses your forehead, then gently takes hold of your hand, guiding it to his crotch. “Get on your knees for me,” he ushers you off the bed to kneel on the floor between his legs. You wrap your fingers around his shaft, staring at it up close for the first time. Stroking it, you feel it slowly become harder in your hand, and you hear a sigh of content. Not realizing, your face inches closer to it, as you watch the precum pool from his tip as you jerk him off.

“Does it feel good?” you ask, fluttering your eyelids as you look up at him, eagerly awaiting his praise.

“Mmh, so good. You’re being so good for daddy,” he moans, lacing his fingers through your hair as he holds the back of your head. “You wanna suck my cock? Yeah?” Not even bothering to answer, you take him into your mouth, and he grips your hair, beginning to push you up and down on it. Hitting the back of your throat, you gag, with tears streaming down your face. Your cheeks hollow, sucking and swirling your tongue around his shaft. Pushing yourself deeper and deeper onto him, you groan as his tip stretches your throat. You rapidly breath through your nose, trying to keep your breath steady. Suddenly, you pull yourself off of him, gagging and coughing. You wipe the drool from your chin, painting. “Let’s not get too ambitious now,” he teases, wiping your tear stained face.

Trying again, you slowly take him inside your mouth. Dragging your lips and tongue along his shaft, you grow weak as his scent and taste flood your senses. He holds the back of your head, gently thrusting at the pace set by you. “Good boy, just like that,” he praises, watching your hooded eyes stare into his. You get off on the feeling of taking him into your throat, bobbing your head at a steady rhythm. Hands gripping his thighs, you lose yourself as suck on his cock, feeling addicted. His hands find their way to the back of your head again, gently coaxing himself deeper down your throat, and you eagerly take it. Very slowly, he fucks your throat, and you cant help but gag and moan loudly, muffled by his shaft. “Keep looking at me with those pretty eyes, dear,” he coos while leaning back, pressing his hips forward to allow more movement. Staring up at him as you choke on his dick, your hand mindlessly finds its way to your clit, and you rub yourself vigorously to the pace at which he fucks your throat. You felt filthy getting off just from sucking him off, but the humiliation in being so desperate made you even hornier. Soon enough, he pulls your head off his cock by your hair, promptly jerking himself off before finishing on your face, audibly moaning. You wipe his cum from your face, licking it up before gently licking his leaking tip.

He takes your hands, pulling you up to crawl into his lap. He holds you tightly in his arms, then falls back onto the bed, pulling you on top of him. He sighs, completely spent as his hand caresses your head, with you nuzzling his neck.

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