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babybluebex · 9 months

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Hi!! this is my first ask so sorry if its bad! I was wondering if you could do either Robert Fischer or Raymond leon with somno??if your uncomfortable with that you don't have too, sorry😭

oooh yes i can *rubs little devious hands together* warnings for somonophilia/dubcon content, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, this is sorta dark you've been warned

When you looked at him, his face glowed. Golden sunlight glinted off of his high cheekbones, dewy with perspiration, his black hair falling into his crystalline eyes as he hovered over you. His lips were touching yours, but not kissing you, letting you take in every single one of his breaths as he hissed them in and sighed them out. Every time you had sex, Robert acted like it was the first damn time, and you raked your fingers back through his hair.

“Oh, shit,” he whispered as you gently tugged on the ends of his hair. His hips stuttered as he struggled to control himself, his arms wavering a bit, and you smiled at him. He couldn’t help but smile back, and he said, “M’not gonna last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” you told him. “I don’t care.”

Robert chuckled, and he readjusted his hands by your head before pushing inside you again, his cock throbbing against your velvet walls. “My good girl,” he whispered, capturing your bottom lip between his and kissing it softly. “God, fuck, what a good pussy. Gonna make me cum so quick. You want it, baby?”

“Yes!” you whimpered. Your legs went tight around his hips, and you tugged him closer to you, and Robert moaned again, broken from his chest like he couldn’t stop it. “Fuck, Rob, want it so bad.”

“Where do you want it?” Robert asked. “You want it inside? Want me to knock you up?”

You didn’t even hesitate before you said, “Please!”

Robert hummed as he fucked you hard, hearing you moan and cry as he pushed you to your limit. “Fuck,” he whispered, finally sealing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, and you felt warmth grow in your belly. You were going to cum quickly, and you grabbed your lover’s shoulders, digging in your fingernails to try to ground yourself. Despite that, though, you felt weightless, unable to keep yourself on earth, and Robert said, “C’mon, baby, just a little more… Wish I could see your eyes.”

Confusion struck you. “What?” you asked. “M-My eyes are open.”

“So fucking wet,” Robert continued as if he didn’t hear you, mumbling under his breath, but you could hear it. “Jesus, you’ve never felt like this before… Oughta do this more often.”

“Do what?” you asked. “Robbie? What’re you talking about?”

Robert shushed you gently, kissing your lips again, and he said, “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of you.” His words echoed off the walls, burying into your skin, and you whimpered as his grip tightened on your hips, pinning you down into the bed. Behind him, you could see the window, and you gritted your teeth when you realized that the sunshine that had been turning Robert into a golden god had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced with rain; heavy, windy, loud.

“I’m dreaming,” you realized gently. You looked at your lover, watching his face soften above you, and you asked, “Robert, am I dreaming?”

“Oh, baby,” Robert whispered. “You were.”

Suddenly, the world skewed. You felt a change in your chest as the rain outside scattered sideways, and the glass of water on your side table slid onto the floor. In fact, everything was turning to one side, as if the gravity in the room had suddenly changed, and you clutched Robert. “Baby,” you mumbled into his neck. Nothing deterred him, and he kept fucking into you, faster and harder than before, chasing his finish. “Baby!”

And then, a snap, and your eyes flew open. The bedroom was dark, the city outside asleep with the late time, but your focus was on Robert. He was panting above you, still wearing his day clothes— his braces were pulled from his shoulders and his pants were shoved down his thighs, like he had been in an awful hurry to get inside you. His cock was in his hand, gripping it tightly but not moving, and his chest heaved as his eyes slipped open. “Fuck,” he whispered, and he licked his lips. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Wh-What…?” you mumbled, confused and disoriented. A dream. You had been dreaming of Robert fucking you but, by all accounts, the wetness between your legs and Robert’s unkempt appearance, he actually had been. You looked down at yourself and found yourself leaking his cum, a little smeared over your clit, and your legs instinctually closed. “Were you…? But I was asleep.”

“Yeah,” Robert said, loosening his tie as he tucked himself back into his pants. “You said you’d wait up for me, but I got home and you were asleep. And a man has needs, sweetheart.”

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pinguwrites · 5 months

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Sub!Robert Fischer where he's tied up and being overstimmed repeatedly. He's crying his eyes out while reader degrades him for being spoiled and rich (I've been reading ur work for some time, but requesting for the first time!)

I’m glad you like my work and I’m glad you requested as well!

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

pairing | sub!robert fischer x girlfriend!reader

Warning: overstimulation, degradation/ a little bit of praise, loads of crying from rob, impact play, dom/mean!reader, sub!robert, daddy issues, p in v sex, mention of teasing/edging, robert's a masochist at this point, they have a safeword, ma'am kink

Disclaimer: Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I wrote like 7k for one fic, and 6k for another, and I progressively got slower the closer I got to finishing, it's like a fucking exponential graph. That's why I haven't been writing smaller things, but you know what? Fuck that. I told myself I was going to stay dedicated but now I'mma just do what I want.

Robert gazed up at you as you crawled on top of him, his lower lip wobbling, tears dripping down his cheek like rain. He savored the brief touch of your hands on his chest, and whined when you moved away, but he made sure not to be too loud, lest he get some punishment.

"Ma'am?" Robert asked tentatively, not sure wether he was alowed to speak or not.

"Yes, Rob?" you hummed, focusing on tightening his restraints. Just a few minutes before Robert had been squirming and squealing, tugging on his ropes, and now that you were done with that particular bit of torture, you had to make sure they were secure again.

“Can you ride me?” he asked. “Please?”

"Dunno."

Robert shifted his legs. Gosh, you loved his legs. His thighs were so soft and lightly haired, you loved running your hands across them, no matter how many times he complained your touch was cold.

"Do you think you deserve it?" you added.

"You've been edging me for so long," he pathetically whimpered. "I need — "

" — Of course you do," you cut him off. "What am I even saying? You rich fuckers are all the same — spoiled, bratty. Just a need a strong woman to put them in their place, huh?”

Robert's eyes glistened. He was about to sob again. Good thing you brought tissues.

"It's not like that. Please, just . . ."

"Then what's it like?"

Robert stayed silent, clearly afraid of saying the wrong thing. You already knew the answer. It was his fetish, his kink, but he also liked being cared for and nurtured and guided. You just wanted to hear him say it, but judging at way he was behaving, you weren't sure if you could get a coherent response out of him that wasn't a beg to be fucked.

You slapped him across the face, savoring the little noise he made.

"Should've known your mouth was no good for anything. Stupid puppy."

"Yeah," he nodded eagerly, his cock twitching. "M'just a stupid puppy for you. Please, please, fuck me."

"Won't even offer to eat me out? You haven't made me come a single time today."

Robert looked down, embarrassed.

"Fine."

Without a warning you sunk down onto his cock, drenching him with your wet juices, your tits bouncing in the air. He let out a moan, his head hitting the pillow, eyes closing, relaxing as he finally, finally got the release he wanted.

But when he came, you didn't stop. You still hadn't come, and you weren't stopping until you did.

"Pretty boy," you said, then looked down with a fake pout. "Aww? Is this too much for you?"

"Y-yes," he choked out.

"Well, you're gonna have to fucking deal with it."

He shook his head adamantly.

"Isn't this what you asked for?" His eyes rolled. You pat his cheeks, getting him to focus on you. "Color?" you asked.

". . . Ah, greeeen!"

"There ya go," you cooed, moving your hips up and down. "I wouldn't be doing this if I knew you couldn't handle it. Now, tell me — tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch!" Robert sobbed, his body shaking. "I just need you so bad all the time, ma'am, I can't help myself."

"I know," you soothed, wiping his tears. "I know. You're doing so well."

That seemed to calm him down a little. Praise always did.

"I just wanna be good for you, ma'am." You could tell he was getting ready to come again.

"You are — you're a good boy," you reassured. "Now stop squiggling, okay? Or I'm going to have to punish you again."

Robert nodded, feeling like his brain was melting. At this point, you could do anything to him and he would be on his knees, thanking you.

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littlefandomfairy · 18 days

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💜 cillian murphy fic recs (1) 💜

thomas shelby | robert fischer | jonathan crane | patricia 'kitten' braden

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last updated: 04/07/24 | fic recs (2)

🚬 Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

at the end of the day by @lis-likes-fics 🍆👿

a man with a reputation by @kadwrites (individual warnings)

girl dad (series) by @runnning-outof-time (individual warnings)

fourth times the charm by @moral-terpitude 🩷🍆

is it lightning that has me falling in love? (series) by @queenmaddsauthor (individual warnings)

call me tommy by @acewritesfics 🩷

show me how you need me by @cillianhead 🍆

just another nightmare by @your-nanas-house 🩷🍆

me time by @garrison-girl-08 🩷

nobody but her by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

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frozen fear by @theonewiththefanfics 🩷🍆👿🩹

flipped (series) by @cillspropertea (individual warnings)

afternoon shelby chaos (series) by @teenwolf-theoriginals (individual warnings)

dad!tommy

mr. giraffe

the boys

and her name is...

evening shelby chaos

happy birthday, my love

ava and rob

arranged by @shewrites444 🍆👿

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jealous thomas by @padfootdaredmetoo 🩷

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😴 Robert Fischer (Inception)

swollen boobs by @darlingsfandom 🍆

telling him you're pregnant by @babybluebex

morning sex by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆

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are you asking me out? by @willaferrreyra 🩷

layover by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆

a deal in matrimony (series) by @haveyoureadthisfanfic (individual warnings)

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look-at-the-soul · 8 months

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Hello, Mar!

I saw your requests and may I request one for Robert plus the song "daydreamer"?

I adore Robert 😭❤️. And he deserves more love 🥺❤️.

Gracias! 🥰

My dear Flor 💐 I can’t thank you enough for requesting this song! It’s absolutely beautiful and Rob deserves all the love of the world.

Let me start by saying I listened it over 15 times and as I read the inspiration behind the lyrics, I learned Adele wrote for her former boyfriend, who was bi, so she always was daydreaming about him being the perfect man, but this was just her heart and mind longing for it… so I decided to make reader, a daydreamer. 🪐✨

Word count: Around 2,000

Summary: Y/N daydreams about Robert being the perfect man for her, she sees bits of their relationship or what she wants it to be in other’s people… She is daydreaming because there’s no way she could have that to herself. Or so she thought.

Song: Daydreamer

Daydreamer

Robert Fischer x reader

“Good morning Mrs. Fischer.”

“Morning Mr. Saunders.” You greeted him while waiting for the elevator after the Pilates class.

“Would you like me to have the driver for later?”

“Please, nine o’clock.” You gave him a smile, he was always so polite.

Stepping into the elevator mere seconds after, you greeted the young couple that was already on their way up. They were probably newlyweds judging by the secret glances and touches they had towards each other. Just like you and Robert had been all over each other back then, it seemed like a lifetime ago though.

Daydreamer

As they got out on floor ten, you kept going to the penthouse.

The loneliness of the spacious and familiar place welcomed you, pressing a button on the remote, the curtains started to open by themselves allowing the sunlight to illuminate every corner. Walking into the open kitchen you prepared your traditional post workout drink taking a moment to check the planner of the day.

You’d stop by the jewelry to check the new pieces you designed for the upcoming season, then you had lunch scheduled with a clothing line director to choose the ideal pieces for a magazine cover.

Rinsing the tumbler you headed to the family room and started the piano, Robert gifted it to you on your second anniversary after forgetting about the special date. Luckily you didn’t need someone to play it, it had several pieces already set up. The sound filled the emptiness of the property and you headed to your master bedroom to take a shower.

Picking a mint sleeveless dress matching with nude pumps you styled your hair in a French twist, you kept your accessories minimalist from your own brand. Taking your bag from the closet and your sunglasses you were ready to go out, but then you took a moment to make sure you had everything you needed in your bag, opening your wallet, memories assaulted you hard as you found the picture you snapped of your husband sitting by the beach during your honeymoon. You could only see his back since he wasn’t aware you shot that but the flashback of Robert contemplating the sunset made you want to go back in time… for a few days he had been so focused on your time together, kissing you, hands longing for your body, freckles all over his chest highlighted by the sun.

Sitting on the sea

Soaking up the sun

Now, you spent most of the day apart, working or at social events, trying to match your agendas seemed like the hardest thing in the world. Everything was pretty much part of your daily routine, you even learned a few things from Robert like taking your breakfast on the way, he was always running from point A to B, and lately so did you, just like now your driver was taking you across the city.

He is a real lover

Touching your wedding band, you couldn’t stop the memories from the day you and Robert got married, he had always been handsome, but that day to you he was something else. You’d choose him over and over.

A jaw dropper

Looks good when he walks

As you were wondering if he thought the same about you, your phone ringing pulled you out of your daydreaming.

“Mrs. Fischer this is Mr. Fischer assistant, just wanted to confirm tonight’s reservation at 7:30.”

“Hello darling, thank you for the reminder.” Greeting the employees of your shop you went straight to your office. “Can you make sure Mr. Fischer leaves his office on time?”

“I’ll try my best ma’am.”

Thanking Robert’s assistant, you started sketching a new bracelet in the corner of your napkin.

“Y/N, I’ve Vogue on the phone, they’re making an article about your jewelry line and want to have an interview.” Your PR poked her head from the door.

“Oh! Sounds like it’s going to be a long phone call.”

She nodded. “Line two.” She added before disappearing.

It was as a matter of fact, a long call. You even managed to end up with a few designs to make a special collection. By the time you finished, you had to hurry to make it on time for lunch, but on your way out you came across a man who was looking at the engagement rings.

“Looking for something special?” You winked at the saleswoman, wanting to attend him by yourself.

“I’m going to propose and I want a design that’s unique.”

“All the pieces are, we only have one of each.” You assured him. “But we’ve exclusive designs made only on sketch if you want to take a look.”

“Her favorite color is yellow… perhaps we can get something?” His eyes sparked and it didn’t go unnoticed by you, your heart melting immediately by the love he was oozing.

“Definitely, your bride will be over the moon, Mr…?”

“Owen.” He extended his hand towards you.

“Lisa could you please show Mr. Owen our yellow diamonds collection?” You smiled at him, pleased with the interaction. “Hope to see you back for the wedding bands.”

Walking to your car you smiled, thinking of that time when Robert proposed. The only time when you’ve seen him nervous, lost for words. He had asked you to see your upcoming collection, picked a ring under an anonymous name and asked it to be shipped to a property you didn’t know he had back then so you wouldn’t find out. Despite his name and his family’s business, he made it very simple; laying in bed together he asked you to marry him.

He would be hard to chase

But good to catch

And it had been one of the happiest days of your life. Three years of loving him with everything you got.

You just wished he could be like that again, he had been working so late the last few months you could hardly wait for him awake. He seemed to be busier.

And he could change the world

With his hands behind his back, oh

***

Waving the designer goodbye after a successful meeting, you took a moment to greet the owner of the place, a Robert’s friend from long ago.

“It’s so good to see you, Y/N!” He motioned you to follow him to one of the private areas of the restaurant. “How’s Robert?”

“Good thank you, he sends you his bests wishes for the new restaurant in Chicago.”

“I hope to see you both in the big opening.”

You nodded, of course you’d be there. “How’s Flor?”

“Planning our upcoming trip, she likes to call it a second honeymoon.”

“Oh, I’ll need to get a coffee date with her to get the tips and convince Robert to go on a trip.” You joked.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve been working on a new special dessert for this place in her honor… would mind telling me your honest opinion?”

Your heart did a weird thing inside your chest as Alfred went to get the desserts, he was the best chef you knew around, but the fact that a man with a well established restaurants took the time to prepare a special dessert in honor of his wife made you swoon. They’ve been through all kinds of ups and downs and you knew they were one of the best examples that love conquered all.

After trying all, you couldn’t take one more bite. “Why can’t you mix them all?”

“I was hoping you’d help me.” He ran his hand through his prominent beard.

“Look, I’d use a coin to choose, or make people who come vote for one secretly and then… even better, make Flor choose one!” You offered with a smile.

“That’s actually a good idea. Thank you.”

Leaving him to think about it, you then started moving to the nail salon. It was kind of empty compared to other times so a girl quickly asked you about what design you wanted for your nails. As you watched several options, a woman sitting next to you was chatting about her marriage, it wasn’t your intention to listen but she wasn’t exactly whispering.

“So Gorge came home one day and said he was naming his associate VP to cut off on working hours, leaving some departments and decisions to other people, since then we get to have dinner together every single day.” She explained with enthusiasm. “We’re spending the weekend at the country house and my daughters want to come…”

“This is the color you always choose.” Pointed the girl who always did your nails.

“Do you think I should change Anne?” You asked unsure.

“Do you’ve something special coming up?”

You shook your head.

“Red.” Told you the chatty woman.

You looked at her confused. “Excuse me?”

“Men love red nails.” She repeated. The other manicurist nodded. “I’m Sharon.”

“I never used red before, probably once or twice.” You stammered.

“You’re young and beautiful, get the red tone.” She encouraged again.

It was inevitable to blush. “Thanks, I hope you’ve a fabulous time at the country house.”

Unsure if you could regret it, you nodded towards the red. Wondering if Rob would like it, damn would he even notice it? You decided to get a blowout last minute, it added volume to your usual tight ponytail, giving you a bouncy and glossy hairstyle.

Looking at the clock you still had plenty of time, so you asked your driver to stop at a boutique that was on your way to the restaurant. The assistant did a wonderful job finding a beautiful and elegant piece in white, you said yes without even trying it first so you asked her to remove the tags to wear it immediately. Shopping time was shorter than the drive, you still had time until your reservation but after giving your last name you were immediately guided to the table that was usually reserved for your husband.

Taking a sip of water you looked around, noticing a couple a few tables from yours, with a slice of cake and a single candle, a present next to the girl and the boy couldn’t stop the grin from his face. That was love definitely.

When was the last time Rob looked at you that way? When was his last compliment?

Daydreamer

With eyes that make you melt

He lends his coat for shelter

Plus he's there for you

Turning to the opposite side of them, you found a man playing the saxophone, the soft music making you smile, making you remember the first dance you shared with your husband. That was the last time you danced, a little bit over three years ago.

A waiter approached to ask if you’d like to order something, but you decline politely. Robert should be here any minute now.

By 8:15 the waiter appeared again, offering an entrée. Still Robert was nowhere to be seen so you accepted it in an attempt to distract yourself with some food and the glass of Chardonnay you ordered. But the little voice inside your head can’t stop asking if he would remember or show up.

You’re fighting the disappointment as your glass is almost empty now, so after paying for the bill you decided to head back home. All your efforts went to the trash can because Robert couldn’t take the time to have dinner with his wife, you know he works so hard, always ahead of the market and the competition, but one diner wouldn’t make him lose a millionaire business. Truth is he had been growing distant and cold towards you lately.

There's no way I

Could describe him

What I've said is

Just what I'm hoping for

Standing up you fight hard against the tears threatening to come out.

“I’m sorry for being late.” His hand wrapped on your elbow.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m going home.” You couldn’t even dare to look him in the eyes.

“But-” he started to say but cut himself as you shook your head.

Thanking the staff, you headed out quietly, knowing he was following your steps, his bodyguard not afar.

“Thought you wanted to have dinner.” He mumbled waiting for the valet parking.

“Over an hour ago, yes.”

“Y/N.”

Shivering you looked away, not noticing he took off the jacket of his suit until he wrapped it around your shoulders.

“I’m not discussing a private matter in a public place Robert.”

His eyes studied your features, noticing the new hairstyle but deciding to remain quiet. Instead, he instructed your driver to head home by himself while he waited for his vehicle.

He knew you wouldn’t say a word on the drive home when his driver and bodyguard were in the car. But subtly he would shot you a side glance from time to time. Mentally kicking himself for taking longer than he expected.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting at the restaurant.” He apologized once in the privacy of your place.

“The message was clear, don’t worry. I know you got caught up with work.” You explained his now tradicional excuse. God those damn shoes were killing you now.

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N… if you only let me explain.”

Throwing him a knowing look, you walked over the closet to leave your shoes and start undressing.

Leaning on the doorframe, Robert looked down, deciding to share what made him late.

“Today I had my last therapy session.” He could feel your eyes on him, exhaling all the air he was holding he looked up, in your direction. “When you suggested it a while back I wasn’t sure it was what I needed, but after we got married I knew I didn’t want to take out my frustrations on you, so I started afterwork once a week a year ago.”

He looked down again while you gave him the opportunity to explain.

“I’ve talked a lot about you with my therapist, he wants to have a few sessions with the two of us whenever you can… you were right, it helped me a lot.”

“Why did you keep this from me?” You asked shocked after siting on the bench in the middle of the huge walk in closet. “I’m your wife.”

“I had a lot of shit to work on first, I wanted to do it for you and for me.” He dragged his feet to sit next to you.

“Oh, Rob!” You couldn’t stop the tears now. “I’m sorry for assuming you didn’t care.” You sobbed wrapping your arms around his neck.

Slowly his hands came to rest your back. How long had he been longing for an honest embrace like this?

“I’m sorry for not showing a lot of interest, I still need to work on that.” He whispered against your hair.

Feeling his tears on your shoulder, you finally pulled back after several minutes locked in each other’s arms. Holding his face between your hands you looked at this man with the sad eyes starting to show a glimpse of happiness.

“I love you Robert Fischer with everything I have, and I’m coming to therapy with you.” You pulled him in for a kiss.

And he answered with the same devotion. Feeling like a heavy weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Your stomach growling made him chuckle against your lips.

“You owe me dinner.”

“My therapist suggested a cooking lesson but I’m not so sure about that, but we can order from the restaurant downstairs.”

“You don’t want to go over there?”

He shook his head. “Here in bed, you and me… I need to step out of my comfort zone.”

“Does it means we can take a two weeks holiday?”

Robert groaned. “Don’t push me, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes but kissed him anyways. “Fine… let’s start with a weekend getaway.”

You hugged him once more and noticed something else, something that didn’t happen on a daily basis.

“I love to see you smiling.” That took him by surprise and an adorable blush joined the previous smile. “Can I see another one?”

In a fluid and unexpected move, Robert made you straddle him showing a third new feature; the fire in his eyes.

“That’s one of the many changes you can expect from now on.” He explained mere inches from your face as his hands ran up and down your back. “Loved the new look by the way.”

You gasped and held onto his neck as he started walking towards the bed with you hooked around his waist.

“Robert Fischer who’s this man? And I don’t ever want him to go away.” You bit your lower lip as his jaw clenched by the effort of carrying you.

“Oh you’re about to find out.” He winked playfully as another smile started to play around his lips.

You closed your eyes as he started kissing your neck, thinking how it wasn’t a total surprise to see all these new attitudes, the enormous change, because deep down you fell in love with this man knowing exactly what he was capable of.

And he was able finally to give everyone the best version of himself because he had been working on the issues that had kept him in the dark for so long.

Looking at the woman underneath him, Robert knew he couldn’t thank you enough for helping him change his life around, for insisting so many times of going to an specialist to ask for help when you’re carrying burdens that doesn’t belong to you, for opening his eyes to the potential he had been missing, for showing him to ask for help when you feel like you’ve had enough. But most importantly, for showing that you genuinely cared about him.

From now on, you wouldn’t have to daydream about others people showing love and affection because it would be your reality from now on.

***

Thank you sm for reading! I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a long long time ✨🥰♥️

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#that’s what Cill said #cillian murphy #robert fischer imagine #robert fischer #robert fischer x you #robert fischer inception #robert fischer fanfic #cillian murphy x reader

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mtaartsdesign · 3 months

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Mary Miss’ “Framing Union Square” (1998) at 14 St-Union Sq (4,5,6,L,N,Q,R,W) station invites viewers to look below the surface to the history of a place. Miss worked with architect Lee Harris Pomeroy, using the rehabilitation of Union Square station as an opportunity to uncover hidden structural elements, cables, and conduits — some of which were still functional, and others that were replaced by new improvements. Old decorative work reappeared during construction, including mosaics, pilasters, name plaques, and six terra cotta eagles from the 1904 station that were presumed lost. With bright red frames, Miss brings these treasures to the surface while also highlighting more subtle points of interest: a bolt, a fragment of ancient-looking mosaic, a piece of rusted steel cable.

R.M. Fischer’s "Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel Clock" (1992) crowns the top of the Hugh L. Carey Tunnel's (formerly known as the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel) historic Manhattan ventilation building and vehicle entrance. The clock marks the transition from city streets to tunnel entrance, announces time, and optimistically welcomes commuters day and at night. The artwork responds to the ornate character and large scale of the site while remaining compatible with the historic character of the tunnel ventilation building’s "Depression Modern" architecture.

Miss and Fischer were recently featured in “Pioneers of Public Art, New York in the 1980’s and 90’s,” a public talk organized by the Battery Park City Authority.

📸1: MTA A&D/Rob Wilson, 2: Paul Warchol, 3-4: Battery Park City Authority

#mtaarts #publicart #permanent art

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juregim · 3 months

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things i've watched/read and liked in January '24

Articles/Essays

Approaching The Infopocalypse by Nathan Gardels

Being A Girl: A Brief Personal History of Violence by Anne Thériault (reread)

home for the holidays by Rayne Fisher-Quann

It’s Not a Child’s Job to Heal Their Wounded Mother by Arah Iloabugichukwu

Joan Didion on Keeping a Notebook

The Idea That Won't Go Away by Anu Alturu

Time After Capitalism by Miya Tokumitsu

No one is bored, everything is boring by Mark Fischer

When Did Humans First Start Wearing Clothes? by Sarah Zhang

Zionism’s History Is Also a History of Jewish Anti-Zionism, Shaul Magid interviewed by Daniel Denvir (note: while it is interesting to learn more about the history of the initially not very popular movement of Zionism, Magid is somehow anti-zionist without an anti-Israel position)

Youtube

A series of 4 lectures on Albert Camus by Eric Dodson Lectures

Colour In Storytelling by Cinema Cartography

Eastern Promises: A Study of Bodies by Nerdwriter1

Happy Poor People: Our Conception of Happiness is Messed Up by Cheyenne Lin

How Red Bull makes money selling nothing by Slidebean

The Meaning of Red in Movies by Now You See It

The Metaphysical Mirror by Cinema Cartography

Why the FBI Wants This TikToker by CHUPPL

i also watched a lot of Rosie Paw before sleeping but this video Art Museum 🖼️ | Relaxing Scrapbooking is my favourite from what i've seen

Books

Babel, or the Necessity of Violence by R. F. Kuang

Issey Miyake: Making Things by Art V.

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

Films

A Streetcar Named Desire dir. Elia Kazan

Black Orpheus dir. Marcel Camus

Eastern Promises dir. David Cronenberg

Paprika dir. Satoshi Kon

The Princess Bride dir. Rob Reiner

my letterboxd

#anyway idk if this is super interesting but my recs of the month #i tried to do formats longest to shortest and then alphabetical inside #laila.txt #making use of my new and improved notion system lol

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evita-shelby · 8 months

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Love's a state of mind

Chapter 3

Cw:mentions of unplanned pregnancy symptoms lol

Gif by @chishiyasan

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta

“Marry me.”

One second, they were dancing in the middle of New York City and the next they are sprawled on a beach blanket in Lover’s beach.

She had taken him there using her connections to get them past the security of the little island off the coast of Mexico.

A gift for their six-month anniversary after that disastrous dinner with his dad.

It had been perfect, just them here, like a dream made reality.

Both haloed by the sun looking like gods fucking each other’s brains out and getting sand in places only they could reach.

She’d then discovered he turned as red as her string bikini if left too long in the sun.

God, Evie, where have you been my whole life, he had groaned sinfully as she had slathered the aloe vera on his utterly sunburned back.

He loved being coddled, to be cared for in a way no one really had after his mom died.

Robert was putty in her hands, and it had made it all the worse.

So, to make up for having seduced him with bad intentions ---saving her meager windfarms and solar panels--- she resolved to love him like he’s never been loved before.

“Ask me when we’re awake, Rob.” She kissed him in response, refusing to answer until the dream sharing ends.

Where is the fun in saying yes to the perfect fake proposal when she has to wake up and not have a perfect proposal in real life.

No, Robert has to work for it.

With more than just revisiting fond memories. Very fond memories.

“I like being prepared, Evie, need you to say yes before I get a ring I can’t return.” He says confirming what this trip was for and lying because she knows he already has the ring; she saw the little velvet box in his suitcase.

She couldn’t say yes.

He’s going to hate her, and she deserves it.

“I can’t marry you.”

The dream comes to a screeching stop, and it comes crashing down when she tells him his dad and godfather were right about her.

“I used you; I sought you out to keep your company from destroying mine.

I’m sorry!” Eva shouts as Robert puts a gun to his head and pulls the trigger.

Robert leaves that same night they checked in and it is over. When he comes back from Sydney there is no trace of her in his apartment nor him in hers.

Or so she thinks.

“Whatever offer you have you can shove it up your ass.” She said as she walked into her conference room just in time, looking she isn’t still feeling the effects of her breakup.

She’s never had one that has made her physically ill before, especially nearly two months after it happened. So, Eva did like all women in her situation before her: she had her personal assistant buy her every reliable pregnancy test she could get her hands on.

Three were negative, the other three were positive.

She had a doctor’s appointment after this, and with any luck this meeting would end quickly, her doctor would tell her this was just a scare like the last one and this chapter in her life completely over.

Usually, this meeting never happens because Eva had been in Robert’s bed long enough for them to know it was a losing battle, but now that things were over, was fair game. She expected Browning to come, to come and gloat about her not having Rob to protect her fledging company anymore.

But it’s not that condescending asshole waiting for her.

It is Robert.

Robert Michael Fischer who should have been in Sydney by now because that man never misses a chance to see his asshole father who he goes back to every two weeks like a dog begging for abuse.

He’s doing this to hurt her, the woman thinks as she sees him wear that tie ---that damn tie she bought for him because it matched the lingerie he gave her--- and sitting on the opposite end of the conference table with his team. Robert’s making her play this game of chicken even if all she wants to do is throw her coffee ---and herself--- at him.

And beg him on her knees for him to take her back because she hates herself so much for hurting him. Eva wants to hate him, and yet she can’t because no matter what she tried he has been the last person she’s been with.

He is the only one she wants. And he knows it going by that confident look in his eyes.

“You must really love that windfarm.” Rob sits back with hands clasped in front of him with a smirk.

“Unlike Fischer Morrow and Riley International, I know the only way forward is through renewable energy and Aurai is crucial to my company. Try all you want, but as I have told your charming godfather, your company’s constant harassment will not stop me, Mr. Fischer.” Eva could turn this meeting into hell with just four words, but she won’t because the last thing she wants is for her ex-boyfriend to think she did it to trap his entitled ass.

“Is that why you seduced me, Miss Smith?” he asks, looking at her like she’d only broken his heart yesterday and not like ten weeks ago.

“Everyone who is not me or Mr. Fischer leave. Take lunch or have a tour of the offices, just leave.” Eva orders her employees and his out and they do as they are told; his assistant and the company financial advisor know better than to fight her.

The moment they leave she locks the door and sits herself on the table, legs crossed and close enough to Robert to really keep his attention.

“What do you want?”

He wants to play, then she will play.

He had the tie, she had the matching lingerie, well, just the brassiere, Eva never got her panties back from him.

“You know damn well what I want.” He answered and gave into the urge to touch her. Hand caressing her thigh and stopping just where the skirt ended.

Revenge.

He doesn’t even care about the property, he is just doing this to fuck with her.

“You don’t even care about the Aurai wind park.” She says leaning forward enough to let him know she’s wearing the bra that matches his tie.

“I don’t, but you do, so much so that you played me like a fiddle for it.” He leans forward as well, speaks low, and looks up at her knowing it’s only their stubbornness keeping them from making this meeting an even bigger mistake than it already was.

He would fold, or she would on the condition that land remains a picturesque hillside with its cute little farms and windmills.

They might end up fucking and regretting it, but then again, she’s regretting coming in today. Eva was starting to feel dizzy, and it wasn’t from the comforting and luxurious cologne Rob wears.

“Only in the beginning, everything after that night in New York was as real as you and me, Bobby.” It is genuine and he knows it. Eva hadn’t intended to say such words, but his words stung her and demanded she refute his claim.

“You play dirty, Evie.” Robert’s hand squeezed her thigh and ventured higher thinking she wasn’t going to stop him. He wants her as much as she wants him, only reason she played this stupid game with him.

But she needs this meeting to end, preferably before this lightheadedness turns to nausea or worse, swooning.

Eva hasn’t believed in God since she was a teenager and yet she is this close to praying she’s not pregnant.

“Oh, no. Dirty would be offering you the chance to use me to sate your need for revenge in exchange for Fischer Morrow leaving me and Aurai the fuck alone. I am perfectly willing to let you have the wind park as long as you make damn sure that land isn’t drilled for the oil Browning has his eyes on.” The young woman leaned back, gently removed his hand from under her skirt and laid it flat against the table. “What do you think, Mr. Fischer?”

“Keep your fucking wind farm, Miss Smith, Fischer Morrow won’t bother you again.” Robert takes back his hand as if it burned him and gets up to leave, but not before snaking his arm around her waist and kissing her with all the aggravation and desire he feels for her.

The meeting ends on a victory for Aurai Energy, but not before Eva passes out the second he leaves.

#eva smith riley #robert fischer x oc #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer x ofc #robert fischer x eva smith #love's a state of mind fic

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dalekofchaos · 11 days

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Life Is Strange 2 Fancast

LIS fancast

LIS BTS fancast

LIS TC Fancast

Michael Cimino as Sean Diaz

Santiago Segura as Older Sean Diaz

Davi Martins as Daniel Diaz

Hunter Payton Mendoza as Teen Daniel(Parted Ways, Lone Wolf and Blood Brother endings)

Jeff Wahlberg as Adult Daniel Diaz(Redemption ending)

Manny Montana as Esteban Diaz

Elizabeth Yu as Lyla Park

Awkwafina as older Lyla Park

Jeremy Shada as Brett Foster

Graham McTavish as Hank Stamper

Jonah Hill as Brody Holloway

Alley Mills as Claire Reynolds

Alan Dale as Stephen Reynolds

Dean Woodward as Chris Eriksen

Finn Jones as Charles Eriksen

Natalia Dyer as Cassidy/Lucy Rose Jones

Joseph Quinn as Finn McNamara

Devery Jacobs as Hannah Reyome

Alton Mason as Dean Mickael Baptist

Gabriel LaBelle as Jacob Hackerman

Ellie Duckles as Ingrid

Mike Vogel as Anders

Rob Morgan as Merrill

Chris Sullivan as Big Joe

Katherine Heigl as Karen Reynolds

Everleigh Primrose as Sarah Lee Hackerman

Eiza González as Agent Maria Elena Flores

Lance Gross as Joey Peterson

John Goodman as Anton Oates

Rooney Mara as Lisbeth Fischer

Because of tumblr’s new layout with the 30 picture limit, I cannot add more pictures, so here’s the rest.

Brendan Fehr as Nicholas Durand

David Harbour as David Madsen

Ben Affleck as Arthur Peterson

Stanley Tucci as Stanley Petersen

Laura Dern as Joan Marcus

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huntingingoodwill · 2 years

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dealer.

masterlist

pairing: robert fischer x reader

a/n: this was written for dear turmblrina @retromafia 's milestone celebration, lily you are so sweet and wonderful and you deserve every last follower! congratulations <3 this fic was based off dealer by lana del rey and miles kane, from lily's prompt list :) i'd like to thank stinky worm @sunrisepoets for being my beta reader too!

tw: drugs, addiction, (not explicitly stated, but it's implied that reader is a dealer and rob is her customer) destructive dynamics, mention of death/suicidal ideation, all in relation to the song. this is not meant to be a romanticisation, and is a depiction of a toxic relationship. please read with discretion and above all, take care of yourself!

“You need to leave.”

Slumped in a heap on the floor of your flat, Robert’s body was heavy and reluctant as you pulled him upright by his collar, fumbling to fix the buttons he had undone on his dress shirt. His tie hung loose around his neck, limp.

He swatted you away, mumbling a “no” in protest, eyelids sinking down over his pale blue, empty gaze.

“Robert.”

“No, no…” His voice weak in his throat as he turned away from you.

“Robert!” You exclaimed, volume cresting. “Get up. I want you out.”

“No… no… no!” He howled, sitting up so suddenly it made you jump. His red-rimmed eyes, wild as a wounded animal’s, fixed themselves on you as he cried out the words, desperate and stubborn as a child. It made your skin crawl, and you retreated from him. You couldn’t bear to look at him.

Things could be good. Or, whatever fractured semblance of good the two of you could come up with. He’d fall into your arms, sweet and heavy, clinging onto every word you uttered.

“Oh, Robbie,” you’d hum, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’ve gotten so thin… aren’t they feeding you?”

“They…” he’d mutter, mind already wandering as he sunk into your arms, that dizzying love for you, for what you gave him, swelling in his chest, so unbearable he could die. “Don’t have anyone else.” He’d press his face into your stomach. “Just you.” You’d look away, pushing away the pity. You knew it was you cutting him down, little by little, supplying him.

It only got bad when you hung him out to dry.

“Don’t cut me off. You can’t, not now.” He shook his head, sweat beading across his hairline. “You can’t kick me out. I need to be with you, I love you-”

“It’s not me you love.” You didn’t know if that was the truth, but it was an undeniable possibility. He was dependent on what you gave him. Maybe to him, that could pass for love.

You thought you could love him. You felt maybe you already did, when you were lying next to him beneath the windows in your living room, horizontal strips of golden light falling on his face through the blinds. When he was calm, vulnerable.

You might’ve loved him. But how could you? You were killing him. You’d chase him out the door, wanting to scare him away, wanting him to get better, but he’d come back. And you’d always let him back in. You missed him too much to bear being away from him. Maybe you loved him. You glanced at the wad of cash he’d given you earlier. Maybe you loved his money.

“No, you can’t-” His voice cracked sickeningly, making your eyes screw shut. “I love you, I love you, I…” Like a chant.

“You need help.”

“You’re helping me- one more time, alright? Please, one more-” He murmured shakily. His face twisted sorrowfully, and your stomach turned, his sadness scaring you, almost repulsive.

“You’re sick, Robert.”

“And who do you think did this to me?!” He screamed, jolting up unexpectedly. You started at his outburst. “You can’t do this to me and turn your back on me! You can’t-”

“Well, I am!” You shouted. “Go home, go to a doctor, I don’t fucking know, but don’t come around here anymore-”

“Don’t bother with a doctor, alright? Don’t try.” He spat. “Now give me one more fucking-” He began to yell, his authoritative tone unable to mask the tears welling up in his eyes.

You felt cruelty threaten to slip off your tongue, anger, regret and love enmeshing themselves into one confusing mess of emotion. You needed to hurt him, scare him away, he needed to leave, get better, forget about you.

“If you want to end up six feet under like your father, be my fucking guest, but I’m not helping you with that anymore.” You spat.

You instantly regretted using that against him. You remembered the “good” times with Rob, the peaceful smile on his face a rarity, a thing of beauty. You knew he wouldn’t have divulged the things he told you to anyone else. Of course, it could’ve just been a side effect.

“Tell me about your family, Robbie.”

“Not much to tell.”

“You can trust me.” You had traced a finger down his jaw. He had reached up, lacing his fingers with yours slowly, voice quiet as if he was about to nod off. “What about your father?”

“Hasn’t been home for years.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. That’s okay. My spirit was crushed, back then, but you healed me. I’m good now. I’m better.”

You watched him now as he sunk to the floor, miserable.

“I’m sorry. That was a horrible thing to say.” You whispered. He had trusted you.

He buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to live.” He whimpered. “I gave you everything. Gave you all my money. Sacrificed everything.”

Sadness bubbled up in your chest, sending you spinning out. A switch clicked within you, and you resolved to be mean, to push him away.

“Sacrifice.” You scoffed. “You could buy out every pharmacy in the country and still be in the green. Means nothing to you. Yuppie fuck.” You laughed incredulously, tears rolling down your face as you swallowed your hiccups. “What did you sacrifice, huh? So many promises, Rob. You didn’t fulfill any of them. Just petty cash. But besides that… not one shirt off your back. Not one.” You grabbed the money off the table, tossing it, watching as it landed next to him with a dull thump. “You can have your money.”

The weight of your words hung between you, his head drooping toward the floor.

“You ruined my life.” He whispered, voice flat. You didn’t want to think about it.

You finally managed to get him out the door, dragging yourself into your bedroom and pulling the covers over your head. You wondered how you’d sleep through your tears, how you’d manage to rest as he slammed his fist against your door, his pleas muffled as they echoed through the hallway.

You reached your arm out, pushing the landline off the table. It clattered to the ground, receiver falling off the hook, the dial tone a quiet buzz on the floor.

You knew he’d call.

And he did, hunched next to his phone in his quiet home, all night.

He listened to the same response, a hundred times over, like a chant.

“All circuits are busy, goodbye.”

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ssweetleaf · 3 months

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million dollar man.

summary: you’re sick of seeing people talk down to robert, so you show him just how much you respect him.

robert fischer x afab!reader

includes: SMUT, rob’s asshole dad, kinda subby!daddy rob though there’s no daddy kink in this one, oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, cream pie, breeding kink, semi-public sex, a really terrible ending because that’s all i’m good at

✩

“You ready, honey?”

The foyer sparkled around you, big marble pillars and stupidly shiny chandeliers all gleamed at you, causing your eyes to squint and your mouth to open in awe.

Everywhere you looked there were people, all dressed up in their formal attire— cinched waists and satin gloves paired with crisp waistcoats and bow ties, old money, new money, it didn’t matter, as long as they had a good seven digits within their net worth they’d be considered a part of the festivities.

And that’s where you realised you didn’t quite belong in that room, with those people.

“Honey? You listenin’?”

You shook the fog from your brain, eyes flitting to him. Robert. Your Robbie, handsome as ever in his suit, tailored to fit him just right, his tie matching the dark wine colour that was your dress. The dress he had got you and left on your duvet as a surprise. You couldn’t begin to imagine how much it had cost him.

You smiled up at him, small and not quite reaching your eyes.

“Sorry, Robbie,” your eyes fluttered to the floor, “just nervous is all.”

He stepped closer to you, big palms raising to cradle your cheeks, squishing them slightly and running his thumbs along the soft skin.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, full of sincerity, his eyes so blue and glistening. “S’no need to be nervous, sweet girl.”

You nodded, all bashful now, leaning into his kiss when he pressed a chaste one to your lips.

Robert hooked his arm out for you to take, leading you inside the ballroom with high ceilings and waiters that held trays full of champagne. You took a mental note to snag one of those flutes whenever you had the chance, you needed a bit of liquid courage.

Being Robert Fischer’s arm candy meant staying at his side at all times, with an arm hooked round your waist or a palm to the small of your back, any little touch to tell anyone that ogled— you were his.

His girl.

“Robert, you’re late—” standing straight and proper was his father, peering at him in a look much akin to distaste, not bothering to give you so much as a glance.

You saw Rob’s jaw tick.

“I’d like you to meet Thomas, he’s shown to be quite useful in the business, I’m sure you could learn a thing or two…”

Straight to business. Straight to the insults. The same old same old, shaking hands and discussing terms and money that you hadn’t a clue about— Robert’s teeth were gritted, hand gripping your hip to sate and ground him.

“Lovely to see you as always, father,” he spoke, sarcasm swirling on his tongue, blue eyes swarming and darkening at the mere sight of his own flesh and blood.

The conversation went on for a while before Thomas piped up, gaze settling on your figure, roaming and ogling, staring for far too long at your tits.

“And who’s this?” He asked, eyes never leaving yours. You felt uncomfortable, shifting awkwardly and hugging yourself closer to Robert.

Rob’s brows furrowed, a possessive arm tightening around you further.

“This is my girl-” he looked down at you, fondness and so much adoration swirling in his irises, mouth quirking in a smile when you settled your own gaze upon his.

“It’s about time you settled down,” his father spoke out before Rob had time to utter your name, “but believe me, doll, run while you still can.”

You frowned.

“He’s useless, I tell you. Absolutely useless—”

“I think that’s quite enough.” You took hold of your lover’s hand, tugging him along, “if you’ll excuse us.”

Robert followed along like a lost puppy, letting you tug on his hand and guide him to the nearest available bathroom.

The sparkly green tile gleamed at you as soon as you walked through the door, pushing him through and clicking the lock shut.

“What’re you doing, honey,” he stuttered, swallowing thickly when you pushed him up against the counter, smoothing your palms along his lapels and down his chest.

“No one gets to speak to you like that.” You muttered, frowning, and he smoothed at the furrow between your brows with the pad of his thumb, smiling slightly.

“S’alright, baby,” he began, cutting himself off when he saw you shaking your head.

“No, it isn’t,” you spoke, firm and to the point, hands moving to cradle his jaw and cheeks, skin smooth and shaven, so pretty to look at. “do you hear me?”

He chuckled, pressing his hands to your hips, swaying you gently, attempting to soothe you.

“I hear ya, sweetheart—”

“Robert, I mean it.” You swiped at the skin underneath his eyes, palming his delicate skin and marvelling at how pretty he was. Oh, how vulnerable he could be when he was with you.

You stared at each other for a while, eyes flitting over every blemish and dimple, savouring the sight as if the world was coming to an end, shifting to a close.

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, a chaste one, so soft it was barely there, leaning in close, your lashes fluttering against his cheek bone.

“Let me show you.” You muttered, pressing another kiss, a firmer one, to his lips now, then another, far more desperate. “Let me show you, Robbie.”

“Honey,” his chuckle was nervous, voice cracking and eyelids fluttering closed when your mouth mapped along the sharp line of his jaw. “honey, not here— n-not now.”

You pulled back, an over-exaggerated pout playing upon your lips before you leaned in, mouth pressed to his ear, tongue flicking against the shell when you uttered into it.

“Please, sir.”

He whimpered, broken and whiny, and you could feel him against your belly, already hard and throbbing when your breath fanned along his neck.

“Okay,” he sighed, almost dreamily, bucking his hips against you and holding onto you tight. “Alright, darling, you know I’ll do anything for you.”

He was breathless, seeing stars, sucking his lip between his teeth when you lowered yourself to kneel in front of him, hands smoothing along his thighs, the expensive material of his Italian suit glided along your palms, smooth and elegant before you found what you were looking for.

A bulge tightened his trousers, stretching the fabric, barely being able to contain the sheer size of his big cock, you were sure if you left him any longer a wet spot would form.

“Please, sweetheart,” he was the one saying please now, petting at your hair and smoothing down the tresses, chest heaving at your kneeling form, looking all pliant though he knew you were the one in charge.

You pulled at his belt, tugging it through the buckle, the leather squeaking when you grew impatient with it, wanting it off. Then you unbuttoned him, drawing down his fly, pushing them down along with the tight constriction of his boxer briefs, letting them pool at his ankles.

His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach, a long pearlescent string of pre-cum sticking to his skin, mouth-wateringly so.

“So pretty,” you cooed, reaching up to take him in your hand, girthy and long, everything you’d ever need, your fingers barely being able to touch from the thickness. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

“All yours, darling—” he whined, breathy and muscles tensing. “all for you.”

You hummed, leaning forward to kiss at his tip, stroking him with your fist, slow and sensual, grinning as his breath picked up.

You licked along the length of him, along that thick vein that throbbed hotly, sucking his balls into your mouth one after the other, leaving the stain of your lipstick along his flesh, before taking his cock down your throat, hearing him moan and whimper at the suddenness of it all.

“Oh, that’s it,” he whined, thumb smoothing along your cheek, “good girl, s-such a good, sweet girl.”

You hummed around him, swirling your tongue around him and trying to take him as deep as your throat would let you, gagging around his cock, tears slipping from your heaves.

Robert felt his chest swell, the sight before him so pretty, suckling at his cock, your tears glistening from the light of the bathroom’s chandelier, so lucky he could call you his. His girl.

The ring box in his suit pocket felt heavy when he stared at you.

You took him further down your throat, salty tears slipping down your cheeks, leaving your eyes all sparkly and glistening, gagging around his cock every now and again, the sharp tug that Robert inflicted upon your tresses a big indicator that he greatly enjoyed the constriction of your tight, warm little throat.

“Yes, that’s it, my sweet girl,” he whimpered, hips mindlessly bucking with each downward thrust of your mouth. “So good to me, take care of me so well.”

Hell, if anyone decided to walk past the door to the bathroom they were situated in, they’d get an earful— the crude sound of sloppy sucking and his airy whimpers resonated around the echoey room. Someone was bound to listen in.

You had half a hope that Thomas was outside the door, listening to the sheer pleasure you inflicted on your boy.

“Baby,” he stuttered, whining and pawing at your hair and cheeks, desperate and leaking onto your tongue. “Can I cum? Oh, please, darling, let me cum.”

You took your mouth off him, letting your hand take over, slowly stroking him into your fist, thumb flicking over his head, so sensitive, you thought.

You pouted up at him, somewhat mockingly.

“Don’t you wanna cum inside me, Robbie?” You stared at him, whatching him heave and buck, cheeks all flushed and forehead sweaty, such a pretty, pathetic sight. “Was looking forward to it all night.”

You continued your pouting, adding a little whine to your speech, watching him nod exuberantly and stroking your cheek with his shuddering palm.

“O-of course, baby— wanna cum inside you, just wanna please you.”

You smiled, pressed one last kiss to the flushed head of his tip before standing, moving to lean over the counter, back arched and ass in the air, swaying at him teasingly.

His palms smoothed over your backside, ruching the skirt of your dress to reveal your pretty panties, a pretty shade of pink, a wet spot saturating the fabric that covered your cunt.

He groaned, grabbing a handful of your hips, kneading the flesh between his fingers. He gazed at your reflection in the mirror, taking his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw your pretty tits spilling out of your bodice.

“What’re you waiting for, Robbie? Haven’t I been a good girl?”

He nodded, still so red in the face, leaning over you to press his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin; a form of an apology.

“Yes, dear, you’ve been such a good girl. Always deserve my cock, always.” He hummed, pulling back to tuck his fingers into the elastic of your underwear, pulling them to the side and exposing your glistening pussy, juices dripping down your thighs and clit throbbing hotly.

Rob huffed out a breath, cock jumping at the sight before him, before gripping himself at the base, gliding it along your slit and bumping the tip against your clit, tapping it lightly before repeating the process.

“Hurry,” you whined, pressing yourself closer against him, wiggling your hips, the movement causing the ridge of his cock to slip inside your hole.

He pushed all the way to the base, panting like a dog and gripping at your skin, etching finger-shaped bruises into your flesh.

“Feel so perfect.” He whimpered, feeling you clench, trying to adjust to his size, the thickness of his cock stretching you out impossibly— you felt as if he was in your throat.

It wasn’t long before you gave him the go ahead to move, the subtle sting of his size still apparent, though the jolts of pleasure completely overshadowed the discomfort.

You were squealing into your arm, moaning like a porn star with every thrust, squeezing him and hitting your ass back in time with the buck of his hips.

“S-so wet, baby, so fuckin’ pretty, creamin’ all over my cock, aren’t you?” You nodded, yesyesyes, so obscene, you began to cry, heavy sobs heaving from your lips at the sheer pleasure of it all.

“Y’the only one that can make me feel this good, Robbie,” you moaned, blindly reaching back to find one of hands, clutching onto it and weaving your fingers between his. “M’all yours, Sir.”

His voice cracked when he whined out, squeezing his eyes shut smoothing a hand over the fat of your ass cheeks.

“Shit,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “baby, m’gonna cum already— m’sorry, sweet girl, just gotta fill you up.”

“Oh, please,” you begged, clenching and quivering around him, feeling the thick veins and ridges that ran along his length thrusting in and out, in and out. “Need it, want you to put a baby inside me, you’d make such a good daddy, Robert.”

His brain short-circuited at your crude words, hips stuttering and eyes going all starry and glossy as he came. Quick ropes of cum painted your walls, sticky and thick, and even with how sensitive his cock felt he continued to fuck his seed into your spasming pussy, your own orgasm washing over you with his filthy sounds.

Not a drop of cum was left to waste, all of it pushed deep inside, and once he was far too overstimulated to be inside you any longer, he stuffed his fingers inside you, plugging you with the Fischer prodigy and hoping with flushed cheeks and a beating heart it’d take.

All he wanted was to see you all round and full with his children. And soon the ring he had bought would be situated pride and place on your ring finger.

Soon.

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telling robert fischer you’re pregnant idec don’t look at me you KNOW how i feel about babies

yes yes, you are a FIEND for the babies, i'm aware of this... lucky for you, i am too 😈 also i tweaked this a little tiny bit to be more like what i texted you about sooooooo

Ever since Robert split the company, he had been happier. Of course, he really only split it because of you... And him.

"Mikey, just one more spoonful of carrots, then you can have a cookie," you heard your husband say from the dining room, and you nervously looked down at the bathroom counter. The plastic test had been saying the same thing for the past ten minutes, and, every time you looked back at it, your heart thumped with adrenaline. But no, it couldn't be. Michael was hardly 11 months old, and he took up most of your time; you and Robert had only had sex twice (three times, if him kneeling between your legs while Michael was napping counted) in the past six months. While it certainly wasn't impossible, it just seemed so soon.

When you finally left the bathroom, you found your boys sitting at the table, Robert spooning mashed carrots into his son's mouth, his own dinner cold and forgotten. When you had first gotten pregnant with Michael, you were worried about how much time Robert spent at the office and if he would be able to be there for his son. To your surprise, though, Robert had come through for you. He had used his father's alternate will that split up the company in order to take time for you and his son, and, even though the inheritance was smaller than Robert would have wanted, it meant he got to be with you and Michael. And there for you he was; he worked from home every day except for Fridays, he went with you to every doctor's appointment— even when you went into labor on a Friday morning, he skipped out of his meetings for the rest of the day to be with you. Robert was the best father you could have asked for, always prioritizing Michael before himself, and it made you pleased to know that fatherhood had completely changed him. You loved the Robert that you used to know, but Robert as a dad just made sense.

"Rob?" you said quickly. "I need to talk to you."

He looked at you with worry in his eyes, and Michael glanced at you. He was the spitting image of his father, dark downy hair and clear blue eyes, and he smiled his toothy little smile at you and squealed, slamming his hands down onto his high-chair tray. He started to babble, looking at Robert as he said "Da-da-da!", and Robert nodded slowly.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, and you hugged yourself as you shook your head.

"Just..." you started softly.

"Just what, sweetheart?" Robert asked, sounding a little urgent.

You sat down next to him at the table and wiped up Michael’s chin, covered in carrots, and you sighed. “I think I’m pregnant,” you said, and you watched Robert’s face turn from one of worry to one of surprise.

"Oh!" he said. "Well, that's good! I was worried it was gonna be something bad."

"I want to go to a doctor and get a test done," you told him, and you watched him pull Michael from his high chair, settling him easily on his hip.

"Alright," Robert agreed easily.

"Robbie," you said quickly. "Do you not hear me?"

"I hear you, sweetheart," Robert told you.

"Well?" you asked. "We can't have a toddler and a baby running around! It'll be too hectic! And Mikey is still a lot of work, we'll be stretched so thin with him and a newborn."

"I think we'll be fine," Robert said. He held tightly onto Michael as he reached down into the pantry for his son's favorite cookies, the shortbread kind with a thin chocolate on the bottom, and he turned back to you for a moment. "I'll just take less hours at the office."

"You already don't have that many hours," you said softly. "I just... I'm just worried, y'know? I don't know if I can do that."

Michael grabbed at the cookie in Robert's hand, and Robert gave his son a playful scowl. "We ask before we take things, Mikey," he said. "Here, ask nicely."

Michael reached out his chubby little fist again, but this time he babbled away a quick "Dada!". Robert smiled and broke the cookie into a smaller piece, more manageable for Michael, and your son pushed it between his lips, gnawing on it with his growing teeth. Robert came back to the table, handing Michael off to you, and you held your son firmly, sighing.

"I think you can do that," Robert said finally. "You're a strong woman, and such a good mother. I mean, you already take care of me and Mikey so well. I think you're capable of more than you think you are."

"But..." you started, bouncing Michael lightly. You shook your head lightly, and Robert leaned forward, resting a gentle hand on your knee.

"You're not alone," Robert told you. "You've got me here for you, no matter what. Alright? We're gonna do this together."

You pressed your lips together and sighed through your nose, and you watched your son eat his cookie for a minute. His big blue eyes caught your gaze, and he extended his hand to you, giving you the sloppy, gnawed-on remnants of his cookie, and you couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," you whispered to him, taking it into your hand, and you looked back up at Robert. "If you say so, Robbie. We have to think of more names."

"I hope it's a girl," Robert said, reaching out to pinch Michael's belly. "You want a sister, Mikey? A little sister?" Michael giggled and squirmed in your arms, obviously wanting down so he could play, and your smile grew.

"I want another boy," you said. "Just have a bunch of little rascals running around."

"Who says a girl can't be a rascal?" Robert asked. "She can be whatever she wants to be."

"That's true," you chuckled. "Can you try to get me a doctor's appointment for later this week?"

"Sure," Robert said. "Did you take a drugstore test?"

"Yeah," you told him. "Just a few minutes ago."

"Why?" Robert asked. "What made you think to do that?"

"Well, I'm late, for one thing," you started. "And I'm getting that same sick feeling whenever I eat that I did back when I was in my first trimester."

"Okay," Robert said softly. "Well, we'll go later and see what the verdict is. But, I'll let you know, if it is a girl, I'll start crying."

"Oh, whatever," you giggled, and you leaned over Michael to kiss Robert softly. "My big crybaby."

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Kinktober 2023 | Day Nine — Robert Fischer + facefucking, office sex

Pairing -> sub!robert fischer x wife!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), sub!robert, dom!reader, robert and reader are married, office sex, sex while on call, hold the moan

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

You pressed Robert up against the wall, hands sliding underneath his shirt and up his chest, making him shiver at the feeling of your cold touch. You were both in his office, the one in his luxurious tower. When you first started dating, you actually didn’t like being in his office, or for that matter, most places he owned. Never in your whole life had you seen such expensive things in one single room, such quality, and honestly? you were afraid you were going to ruin it. Break something, spill coffee on his suits . . . but now it was different. You didn’t care, especially not when you were all riled up.

You would push him onto chairs, ruin his ties by shoving it in his mouth, toss aside important documents just so you could ride him on his desk. Like now, you two were engaging in a hot and heavy make-out session. His fingers were rubbing your clit, your juices getting on the cuff of his sleeve.

You moaned, running your fingers through his hair and tugging on the strands.

“Mmph,” he let out against your lips, when you gave a particularly hard tug. Before you could continue, however, Robert’s work phone rang.

Robert sighed, resting his forehead against yours. He thought for a moment, before deciding to just kiss you again, but you stopped him.

“Pick up the phone, Rob,” you said, your hand on his chest. “I don’t wanna get in the way of your work.”

He shook his head pushed a finger into your pussy. “I’ll just say I was busy . . . I am busy, pleasing my girl.”

“Answer the call, Rob.” You stopped his hand.

He looked at you, pale blue eyes in frustration. “Don’t—”

“Pick up the phone.”

He did, only for you to drop on your knees and pull out his cock. He had already answered the call and was trying to push you away, nervous that he was going to moan to loudly, but you didn’t budge.

You couldn’t hear what Robert’s coworker was saying on the phone, but you could hear his responses, and the way he was struggling made you more than happy.

“I-I’m fine,” Robert managed to say. You took his length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, all the while looking up at him through thick eyelashes.

He grabbed your hair, trying to halt your movements, but you swatted his hand away, and he didn’t try doing that again. That was the thing about Robert. He was dominant in the workplace, and even in his personal life, but he always listened to you, especially when it came to sex. He was just the desperate and submissive type, even when he was on top.

You deepthroated him and he groaned slightly.

“Sorry, I’m just — just not feeling well,” Robert said, cringing at how pathetic that sounded. “I’ll call you back—”

You pinched his balls.

He whined, ignoring your warning. “I have to go.”

He gasped and ended the call, much to your dismay, but he made up for your disappointment when he started to thrust into your mouth, using your throat like it was your pussy.

“Ah, fuck. Don’t move, okay? Let me use you.”

He did just as he wanted, eventually coming in your mouth with a soft whimper. You swallowed it, you knew he loved it when you did that, and then caught your breath. He took a moment to relax too, pulling you off your knees and into his arms.

“I think he knew what you were doing,” Robert said, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “Dirty wife.”

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