#robert Fischer fic

[your-nanas-house]

Fuck...ing mommy

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X Stepmom!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, cowgirl, blowjob, handjob, p in v, boobies job, stepmom x stepson, kissing, age gap (Robert 25 and Y/n 39) mention of impotence and an unhappy forced marriage.

◇ Summary: After a mistake Y/n made things go pretty intense in the penthouse.

◇ Note: An AMAZING collaboration with @mrkdvidal1989 , a wild one. Hope you enjoy...👏.

It definitely wasn't a good day, at least not for Robert as he got out of the car, slamming the door out of anger. Maurice Fischer was in a horrible mood today, and he didn't have any issues with taking it out on his son. Whole day Robert had to deal with backhanded comments and getting called names on every minor mistake.

That’s why, as soon as his shift was over, he jumped into the car pulling off the parking lot as fast as he could. Fishing in his pocket for a card to enter the penthouse they were currently sharing because of the flood in his own apartment a couple levels lower.

The front door made a soft click noise as he entered, allowing him to enter and throw his suitcase on the couch with a deep sigh.

The silence echoing through the space was… unusual, but since it was one of the first times this year when he was home this early, he brushed it off. His stepmom was the usual one to keep the house, with her energy… she was probably busy, at that time, with the chores his dad had left her, so that was probably the reason because she wasn’t near the front door, ready to greet him at the entrance, offering something to eat and a small talk.

The young man sighed loudly, his frustration clear as he tried to free himself from the tie that was getting tighter and tighter in his mind. His coat hanging where it should, his rich shoes resting right beneath.

A scoff escaping his lips when he saw a crease in the tie his mom had gifted him on his 18th birthday.. he needed to fix it, quickly. With a steady and quick pace he walked to his father’s bedroom to grab the number of their trustworthy dry cleaner.

His mind was long gone in the worries concerning his participation in business, and repeating the stressful situations that happened that particular day, so he wasn't paying attention.

As he walked in the room, his light blue eyes on the floor while walking with a goal, a feminine and sensual voice brought him back to reality, making him freeze in place. “Home earlier, huh” the voice purred, attracting his gaze in a magnetic way.

His heart was beating like crazy at the view that he had in front of him… his stepmom was on all four, thin lacy lingerie “covering” the best parts of her mature and feminine body, Her ass sticking out, up in the air as the fabric of the thong, almost completely trapped between her round firm cheeks… her back arched in a delicious way, allowing her round big breasts to press against the soft mattress, the lacy red cloth rubbing slightly against the quilts as she wiggled her butt and that way all her body. Her nylon stockings hugging her long legs, stopping mid-thighs, held by her matching garters in a teasing but extremely seductive way.

“Been working all day, honey” she whispered, arching her back more. Robert’s body got more worked up as his eyes slowly widened and stared shamelessly at her, noticing the silky blindfold that covered her eyes… sinfully angelic, he thought.

“All day long for you” she interrupted his trance in a smooth, silky voice that caressed his mind in the most pleasurable way. It felt like… honey almost, buttery soft tone with a hint of desperation— a deadly combination which on top of the unusually delicious sight, made his mind go blank, and his cock hard at an alarming rate.

With good timing, almost like she knew what she was doing, Y/n smiled, biting her bottom lip while she slid smoothly down on the bed, her body flat against the mattress… her round, perky ass was so noticeable, even in that position.

“I think I deserve a little reward, don’t you agree?” she teased, making Robert’s gaze race back and forth from her barely covered body, to her beautiful face. Little reward? He chuckled internally. That poor lady, Robert thought as he remembered that she was sleeping with his old father.

I'd give you a huge one, his snug mind added, as his hard cock twitched in his pants.

The older woman rolled on her back slowly in a sensual way, her hands playing with her hair before she pushed her breasts together, tongue swirling over her plump lips.

”I need it. Now.” She breathed out, rolling over on her belly again. With the wine red blindfold still intact, she crawled upwards, towards the end of the bed.

Seeing that the situation was progressing with each second, Robert's mind tried to fight the desperate urge to just.. give her what she wanted, because he shouldn't.

Of course he shouldn't, after all it was his.. stepmother.

As soon as she reached blindly in the air, he couldn't help but not leave her hanging, he wanted to be a good stepson for her.

With one single step he closed the distance between the bed and his shins, as he stood right next to the bed.

With a hungry smile on her lips, she reached for his thighs, pressing her hands flat against the material of his expensive pants rubbing them up and down.

”Mmm I've been hungry all day.” She murmured softly, biting her bottom lip softly brushing her face against his clothed boner… her tongue daring to come out to lick the fabric of his suit pants, before rubbing her cheek against it… letting a purr escape her. Damn if he was lucky that she was so disgusted by his father to have to wear a blindfold behind the closed door of their bedroom.

Consequently a long desperate sigh left her lips, which were pressed against Robert’s lower stomach… After she pulled it out of the pants,(don’t like it) she reached for the button, opening it up with a swift move. Draping her little fingers over the band of his boxers, she slowly pulled them down with a smile.

A smile that quickly turned into confusion as a huge penis jumped out of the underwear, hitting her in the face. Knowing exactly how.. not well endowed Maurice was, her suspicions arose as she tried to wrap her hand around the massive girth, unsuccessfully.

Her blood run cold, she quickly got pale as worry and fear slapped her out from her horny state “Maurice-–” she murmured, her voice cracking due to all the emotions.

Robert shivered, his mouth softly open, as he thrusted unintentionally forward, his leaking tip touching her slightly open mouth, smearing his precum against her lips… making her hand tighten around his thick cock and her body jolting back.

Y/n quickly removed the blindfold to reveal her wide eyes

“ROBERT!” she exclaimed, jumping off the king size bed so that she could grab a robe and cover her half-naked self in pure panic and shock. “Oh my god, dear. I’m so sorry, I.. I thought it was your father” she quickly explained, blaming herself without hesitance.. her view of her stepson innocent, seeing him as too young for this kind of thing.

Robert opened his mouth, attempting to say something.. anything as he tucked his rock hard cock back into his pants in a rush, his eyes staring at her tongue which cleaned her lips from him.

As soon as he managed to do so, they heard a slam of the front door.

”I’m home!” Maurice yelled in that typical, grumpy and annoyed voice. This man was forever unsatisfied.

Hearing it, Robert looked Y/n the eyes again, shooting her last apologizing look before retreating from her bedroom, and rushing to his own bedroom.

Y/n was frozen, standing in her room and hugging herself lightly, trying to shake off the guilt of the fact that… she liked the view of her stepson with his cock in her hand.

Admitting easily to herself that it was the most exciting sexual encounter she had for the last few years, ever since she married her husband… and the way his dick felt in her hand, she thought before quickly shaking her head. I need to stop, she added internally before heading to the bathroom to take a shower, rubbing her temples while trying to think about the chores she had to do before the day would have ended.

~~~~

The morning after the older woman woke up like usual, she prepared breakfast for everyone, leaving it in the kitchen before starting to take care of the house like the good housewife Maurice wanted her to be.

She managed to clean up their bedroom and the bathroom before she started to gather around the dirty clothes around the house, a soft music following her as she walked around. Entering what was Robert’s childhood bedroom without any worries, confident it was empty since the time and her everyday life would suggest that he was at work as well, since Maurice was long gone… in all the years ever since she joined the Fischer family, it was the first time for her to live together with Robert.

So it came up as an extreme surprise when she found him still in bed, his hair a handsome mess, a sleepy expression on his face… one hand on his stomach and the other behind his head, a clear visible bulge covered by the blanket that was covering him.

“Oh gosh, sorry, darling. I thought you were already at work” she explained, focusing her eyes on the dirty laundry basket, not noticing her stepson’s lazy gaze traveling all over her body, taking in her outfit. Silky white shorts, a revealing almost see-through tank top that allowed him to see her bare chest under the white fabric… her hard nipples pressing against it.

Robert’s body getting more and more excited at the view, his already hard-rock cock twitching and leaking, almost wetting his pajama pants… luckily not the blanket as well.

“I’m here to take the dirty laundry, honey. Can you show—” she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes stopping on her stepson who was sitting on his bed, his morning-wood so deliciously noticeable now.

His veiny hands pulled up his shirt, revealing his muscular abdomen and hair path under the navel. As the shirt went up further, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his muscular pecs and smooth, broad shoulders.… short dark chest-hair peppering his upper chest in an almost aesthetic way. Y/n’s jaw fell slack, at the utter shock she felt.

In her eyes, he was always so… innocent. Delicate and broken.

The same man she saw as a boy… was now boldly looking her straight in the eyes with the confidence that made her feel intimidated. Something she hasn't felt… for a while.

Gulping the knot that formed in her throat, she kept staring even though Robert was witnessing her hungry gaze.

With one eyebrow raised in a cocky manner, Robert rose from his bed, standing a few feet across Y/n. Without a second of doubt, he pulled down his pajama bottoms, standing completely naked in front of a woman that should be… like a mother to him.

Y/n’s eyes were wide open, as the laundry basket fell to her feet. She wasn't able to hold it, not when that massive cock that she tasted not so long ago, stood proudly looking right into her eyes. The pink tip was leaking with a clear fluid as it throbbed slightly.

Robert picked his pajamas from the floor, coming closer as he handed it to Y/n looking down at her with a serious expression.

”There you go” he said in a low, raspy voice as his Adam's apple bobbed on his throat. He could see the hunger written all over her face, he just… needed to push a little further to make her take the first step.

Her eyes closed for a brief moment, she cursed under her breath while picking back up the basket, placing his clothes in it before trying to focus on something else… like the sock that “dropped” from the bushel.

The older woman shifted, bending automatically down to grab the piece of clothing and place it back in place… accidentally brushing Robert's erect cock with her round ass, earning a low grunt from him.

As the younger man shook softly because of the jolt of pleasure, Y/n's reacted immediately as the panic settled, making her turn around without thinking… so that she could check on her stepson, worried to have hurt him somehow.

“Oh gosh, sweetie, sor—” she tried to apologize, freezing as soon as the leaking organ slapped her across the face making her gasps softly…and Robert groan. He was so glad of her clumsiness.

Her eyes were blown out, her mouth slightly agape, while her body completely froze in place… the air making her notice the pre-cum which had painted her beautiful face.

“Shit, mama, are you trying to kill me or something?” Robert murmured under his breath, his big hand now holding the base of it as his heavy balls tightened visibly, getting her attention immediately.

Robert noticed it, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips as he gripped it harder. ”Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.

It took her a moment to try to speak, words dying down her throat as she just hummed a confirmation… not really registering his question. Robert chuckled, seeing her state. He had the upper hand now.

His left hand slowly moved onto her head as she didn't move from the spot so close to him. His right hand stroked his length lazily as the other one caressed her hair gently, scratching her scalp softly.

”Do you need something, mum?.. huh?” he couldn't help but keep teasing, seeing her hungry eyes staring at his pulsing, veiny cock.

She glanced up, hearing the tone of his voice, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly before she finally spoke

“Seems like you're the one who needs something, eh… mommy doesn't like being mocked” she informed him, licking his angry red tip without warming— collecting the pre-cum that was threatening to drop. He didn't expect it, at all, and his head flew back immediately, followed by a hiss, due to the sudden sensation of her warm tongue on his sensitive tip.

”Fuck!” He spat out, grabbing a hold of her head.

His beautiful eyes fluttering shut as he felt the warmth of her mouth wrapped around him. His patience was basically non existent as he saw her, kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Robert’s hand pulled her head down, making her choke around his girthy member as he hit the back of her throat with each thrust.

His heart pounding inside of his chest as his hips speed up the pace, wet, slapping noises filling his bedroom in a sinful but delicious way. Robert couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

Y/n struggled to contain all of him in her throat, saliva dripping down her chin along with the tears that fell from her eyes. She was a mess, all because of him.

”That’s a good mummy” He hissed out, pulling her down and keeping all of his cock down her throat for a few longer moments.

Y/n silently prayed that he would let go of her head soon, as she couldn't breathe around his thick cock that filled up all of her throat to the brim. A musky, masculine scent hitting her nostrils since her nose got pulled against his pelvis… her chin making contact with his balls with each move, as he greedily kept pressing her against his body.

As time passed, her hands tried to claw his muscular thighs.. her nails digging in his pale freckled skin as a warning to let her go.

He finally got the message, pulling her away with a hiss as Y/n eagerly tried to catch a breath. His cock was a mess, completely covered with spit and throbbing. The red color showing how desperate he was for release.

”Get up” He commanded suddenly, grabbing a hold of her shoulders before pulling her up.

As soon as Y/n got on her feet and managed to clean her face, she came closer grabbing his jaw suddenly… making Robert’s eyes go wide in surprise.

”Look, sweetheart…” She started out before the other hand went to grab his needy cock.. a little too hard for his liking, causing him to wince.

”You won't tell me what to do, baby. I’m your mommy not your slut” she whispered into his ear, the grip on his member tightening even more. ”Got the message?” She asked with the sweetest mum voice she could pull off, making him nod obediently. ”Good boy” she praised softly.

As soon as the last words left her lips, she pushed him on his king sized bed, watching as he stared at her. Like she was the most beautiful thing on the earth.

Y/n smiled seeing it, as she undressed slowly, putting on a bit of a show. Before he knew it, she was straddling his thighs and stroking his pink cock with both hands.

Her touch was soft but determinate, she wanted something and was for sure going to get it…. To take it from him.

Robert's body was shaking in pleasure now, her teasing touch was driving him crazy… making his back arch and his breath go heavier.

“Y/n—” he hissed, making it sound almost like a curse or invite/suggestion to speed things up. Hearing it, she looked up angrily, one of her hands landing a harsh slap on his face.

”That wasn't right now, was it?” She asked, still stroking his dick. ”What do you call your mummy, Robert?” Her tone was so soft and gentle, that he almost believed her good intentions.

”M..mommy.” He repeated with a whine, making Y/n chuckle.

”Good boy” She praised, leaning down and kissing his tip. “Such.. a good boy” she hummed at the taste as soon as she licked her lips clean.

Her free hand wandered on her stomach… slowly up to her bare breasts to play with her nipples. Taking a small break from the handjob to focus on her own body, pinching and brushing her thumbs on her erect nipples… causing her back to arch and her hips to shift against Robert's.

Her eyes glancing down, meeting his amazed gaze before she leaned down her chest now hovering above his face in a teasing way.

His stare daring to move from her tits to her eyes, stretching his neck to reach her face as soon as he noticed her leaning in for a kiss… A long, passionate and sweet kiss that got more intense as she grinded her bare pussy against his cock.

It didn't last that long since the older woman was getting a bit impatient by the mere feeling of his responsive length.

“Getting mommy all wet, huh?” she whispered, biting her bottom lip, excited by the situation “Can you get your mama's titties wet too, honey?” she requested sweetly, lowering her chest so that he could reach it with his mouth.

The pressure her teeth were giving to her bottom lip increased as Robert attacked her swollen chest, hiding his face between what he was willing to call heaven so that he could wet them just as his mommy had requested him…. Licking, mouthing and spitting on them till she was satisfied enough.

Enough to move away and kneel down back on the floor, happy to rest her legs on a soft carpet instead of a cold floor. Her hands busy teasing her breasts close to his cock before finally squeezing it between them.

A hum left her body as she watched Robert react to her actions, bouncing with the thrusts he was giving as he fucked desperately her boobs.

“Mommy!” He whined, increasing his speed desperate for more, his balls now slapping against her tits every time he made them reach the base of his member.

“Yes, my good boy” she cooed, letting him hold her big breasts as he wanted, so that she could reach his balls with her small hands, playing around with them while her eyes watched his cock appear and disappear between her chest.

Her eyes closing quickly and her mouth opening as he shuttered, thrusting up his hips before freezing completely.. shooting his load on her face and boobs, earning a soft hum of approval from her.

Robert was panting, his eyes still blown out at what just happened. Y/n watched him with a grin as she scooped up some cum with her fingers, before shoving them in her mouth with a hum.

”Fucking naughty” Robert scoffed with a smile, watching her.

With her actions, it didn't take a long time for him to grow hard again, and Y/n wasn't shy about watching the whole process. Her gaze didn't falter for a moment as she stared at his cock growing harder, bigger with each passing second before he was ready again.

I missed it, she thought, thinking of how long it always took for Maurice to get ready, if she was lucky enough that he'll.. get ready at all, that is.

Robert’s hands remained above his head as he watched her get up, rubbing her clit lightly with a quiet purr. Coming closer, she threw her leg over his, straddling his lap while grabbing his cock in her small hand, stroking it again. He was still quite sensitive, so he hissed quietly at the sensation.

”Fuck.. give me a moment, mommy” He asked, but Y/n just shook her head, lining him up with her slick entrance.

”I waited long enough.” She responded almost arrogantly with a smile, as she slammed down taking all of his impressive length into her tight heat with a loud moan.

Her back arched at the sensation, she could feel him filling her up completely, a bulge present in her lower stomach. “So big, baby” she moaned out impressed, squeezing her walls teasingly around his cock, earning a low desperate moan from him.

“So-fucking-big” she murmured through gritted teeth, bouncing hard at each word “Want to…feel you deep balls inside of me, baby!” she quickly added, rolling sensually her hips with the goal to reach her own peak.

Her smaller hands resting on his abs before moving in a teasing pace up to his pecs… remaining there for support, so that she could finally bounce wildly on his length. Accepting the stretching feeling and the pain mixed to a pleasure she didn't feel in ages.

“Fucking hell” she cursed, her ass smacking against his thighs at every rough and fast bounce— her breasts following the movements of her body, moving in a hypnotic way, making her look like a tiny angel who was there to ride the sin out of him or so was Robert's view of that moment.

They both missed the sensation of passionate sex, and the thrill of the “taboo” to all of it was just an addition.

He so desperately wanted to wrap his bruised lips around her nipples, suckling on them like a needy infant… burying his cock deeper inside of her cunt, railing it till they would have both reached their peaks. He was quite sure that his father never gave her an orgasm before, and even if he did, it wouldn't come close to the one HE would have given her now.

”So… beautiful” He breathed out with half-closed eyes as he kept moving, trying to spend all of his cum inside her as soon as his climax started to hit his whole body, making his muscles relax under her touch.

His eyes rolled back as she continued to bounce, milking his cock as another orgasms built up not long after.

His hips shuttered upwards and his hands grabbed her hips, rolling her in a quick motion with the back against the mattress so that he could fuck his cum deep inside of her sensitive pussy making her squirm. His head was buried in her breasts all along, even as he kept pumping.

The pleasure so strong that Y/n didn't pay attention to her top half enough to notice.

Only after a couple minutes, Robert slowed down to a stop, laying on top of her with his mouth still attached to her hardened nipples as he kept sucking.

Y/n sighed deeply in satisfaction, looking down at him with a grin and cocked eyebrow.

”Well… are you hungry, baby?” She asked with a giggle, patting his head. Robert tilted his head to the side, laying on her breasts with a cute little smile.

”Mhmmm.” He hummed softly.

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A Lonely Heaven

Summary: The five times Robert gave you something and the one time he took. Pairing: Soft Dark!Robert Fischer/F!Reader Word Count: 7.2k A/N: Written for Day Three’s prompt from the Haunted Hoedown Challenge Hosted by inklore and psychedelic-ink. Today’s prompt was “inspired by your favorite Lana del Rey song + yandere.” The song I chose was “Say Yes to Heaven.” I hope you enjoy! Warnings: Gaslighting, isolation, drugging, kidnapping, general unhinged behavior, smut (unprotected sex, female receiving oral, fingering), reader calls him Bobby for reasons, minor character death (not described) ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED

Robert just needed a minute. Just a minute to breathe before the next meeting with men and women he’d rather never see again. But he was heir to the empire. He had a reputation to uphold and a company to run.

But still, he just needed a moment.

He slipped into the blessedly empty break room just down the hall and stared at the coffee maker for a moment. He didn’t need coffee. He didn’t need anything that the break room could provide except silence-

“Hey, I’m sorry, can I get to the coffee? If I don’t get my boss a refill, I’m fired.”

Robert turned at the sound of soft if not frazzled voice and saw you. He expected to see you flinch at the sight of him before apologizing—most people did when they spotted him. But not you. There wasn’t an ounce of recognition on your face.

You didn’t know who he was.

Robert stepped out of the way with an apology of his own and you were quick to fill up an abnormally large coffee cup with a faded company logo on the side. You also dumped three things of creamer into it and half a packet—exactly—of sugar. Robert must have been staring because you glanced at him over your shoulder with a small smile. “First day?”

“No. But I don’t think I’ve been in this particular break room before.” It was technically not a lie. He only knew of the room’s existence because he’d been shuffled by it each time he had a meeting in the conference room down the hall. He didn’t have to come in here. People brought him coffee. He didn’t get it himself.

You nodded. “I prefer the one on 12. They have better snacks.” You paused, drumming your fingers against the mug. “You look a little out of it. You okay?”

That was probably the first time this year that someone had asked about him. It was just a simple thing, really. “I’m fine. Thank you.” Your head cocked to the side, like you didn’t believe him but you still held your hand out to him with an offer of your name. Despite the coffee you held, your hand was cold as Robert took it. “I’m Robert.”

Your answering smile twisted behind his ribs. “Anyone ever call you ‘Bobby?’”

A sharp laugh punched out of him and he watched your smile widen. “No. No, never.”

“Well, if I ever see you again, we’ll have to try it out.” Again, you drummed your fingers on the mug. “It was nice to meet you. I hope your day gets better.” Then you were gone and Robert watched your hips sway until you disappeared, unknowingly taking his heart with you.

**1**

You hadn’t been the most sociable person when you took the job at Fischer Morrow. Actually, you could count the friends you’d made on two pathetic fingers and even then you knew they were hardly more than casual acquaintances. Moving to Australia was supposed to be a new start but instead it was the loneliness you had been running from compounded. Sure, you were paid decently. Your apartment was fine. But your boss was a dick and you weren’t even using your degree to fetch coffee and answer a phone.

God, you were lonely.

You picked at your sandwich as you sat in the park just on the opposite side of the street from Fischer Morrow’s building. There was a couple playing with their son under the shade of the tree. There was a small gaggle of women from the accounting department walking together around the perimeter, having traded their sensible heels for trainers. Then there was a small group of teenagers, probably skipping school, a little further into the park. They all looked happy and you continued to pick at your sandwich until it was just a mangle of bread, tomato, and cheese.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Your head snapped to the side to see Robert standing at the edge of the bench you occupied, holding a small paper bag. “O-of course! Please do!” You hadn’t seen him in weeks. Of course, it was an absurdly large building with a matching number of employees. It shouldn’t have been surprising that you didn’t see him again. But you had kept his pretty blue eyes and sharp features in the back of your mind anyway. Your lonely heart leapt when he settled beside you.

“Haven’t seen you in awhile,” he started, pulling a sandwich of his own from the bag.

“They keep me busy. And you? Did you find the good snacks on twelve?” You winced as soon as you asked. Your conversation skills were abysmal. It was honestly surprising that he wanted to sit anywhere near you after your awkward conversation weeks prior but you weren’t about to tell him to go away.

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah, thanks for the tip.”

You smiled, too, but it felt a little stilted and you turned your attention back to your mangled sandwich.

“You’re in IT, aren’t you?”

Your fingers stalled their shredding and you glanced at Robert for a moment. “What gave it away? Most people think I’m in Logistics.”

Robert shrugged but his smile remained. “Do you like what you do?”

You snorted and popped a bit of your sandwich into your mouth. “I got this job because I have a masters degree in my field and I’m fetching coffee and answering phones like a secretary. But it’s fine. It pays the bills.” You grimaced as soon as you finished. You never knew how to say the right thing; it was why you preferred staying quiet. You should know better than to sound ungrateful. “But, um, what about you? Do you like what you do?”

“It pays the bills.”

“What department are you in, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Robert’s sandwich froze just in front of his mouth before he cleared his throat. “I work for the Board.” He then quickly stuffed his sandwich into his mouth.

“Oh, you poor soul. That’s got to be so stressful. No wonder you looked so out of it when we met.” Then it was your turn to freeze again. “That was so rude, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “No, no it’s all right. It isn’t great, you’re right. But I’m thankful for it anyway.” He was quiet again as he took another bite and you felt a tiny bit of tension slip from your shoulders. Maybe he was as lonely as you were. “Who’s your supervisor?”

“It’s Reynolds. Why?”

“No reason. He’s the guy with the,” he waved a hand at his neck, “right?”

“Neckbeard. Yeah. That’s him. Very particular about his coffee.”

Robert hummed but didn’t say anything else for a stretched moment. Perhaps he liked the quiet like you, too. “You think they’re skipping class?” He asked, tipping his head toward the teenagers.

You laughed. A big belly laugh. That wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. “Oh, definitely.” And the conversation was easier from that point on. You spoke about your favorite cafe downtown and he suggested a running path he was fond of along the coast after you mentioned that your “favorite” treadmill at your gym broke. Was it earth shattering conversation? No. But it lessened the ache in your chest.

As you packed up your lunches, noting the time and how your lunch hour was nearing its end, Robert turned to you with a small smile on his face. “You know, last time we talked you said something to me.”

You squinted at him, as if that would help you remember, and it did, washing over you with a fresh mortification. “Oh no.”

“I was hoping you’d actually try it out. See if I like it.”

You were about to broil in your skin. You were sure of it. “It was a joke.” (It wasn’t.)

Robert’s obscenely blue eyes didn’t leave your face and he smiled. “Try it anyway.”

You rolled your lips into your mouth for a moment before saying, “thank you for spending lunch with me, Bobby.”

His smile widened a fraction. “I think I like it.”

“Then I’ll keep saying it, if we see each other again.”

His head tilted to the side just the slightest bit and the new angle had the sharp planes of his cheeks growing dark shadows. “We will.” It sounded like a promise before you parted ways as you neared the lobby.

You had a smile on your face for the rest of the day, even when Reynolds berated you about putting too much sugar in his coffee. You didn’t care. Why? Because maybe you made a friend.

Your smile only faltered when you were called into HR the following morning. Had you done something wrong? Had Reynolds really reported you for getting his coffee wrong? But the smile came roaring back when the stern looking man on the other side of the desk said, “Reynolds is no longer with Fischer Morrow. I’m officially offering you his position. We can discuss salary and benefits, of course. And…”

The rest of the conversation was a dull roar in your ears. Of course you would take the position. You couldn’t wait to tell Bobby.

**2**

“I like the new office.”

You leaned to the side, tearing your gaze away from your computer screen, just enough to see Bobby walk into your office with something tucked beneath his arm. You were quick to stand and welcome him in before glancing at the clock and gasping. “It is nearly midnight! What’re you still doing here?”

His dark brow arched as he moved you both further into your office with a hand on your lower back. “I could ask you the same thing, you know.”

You chuckled nervously, wiping a hand over your mouth. “Um, well, with the reshuffling of the department, some of the tickets fell through the cracks. I’m just making sure no one down here gets in trouble right when I’ve taken this job. Wouldn’t be a good look.” You leaned against the leather couch as he looked around your office. It was nice, truly. You could see your park out of the window and you had enough room to hang a white board so you could work through problems on your own, too. But it had taken a week for you to get moved in after your impromptu promotion and were still getting settled. It was surprising that Bobby knew about your new office at all but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe he learned about it from the board meetings he had to sit in on.

He held out what was in his hand and you gasped when you realized that it was a bottle of exceedingly expensive champagne. “It is just a little something to say congratulations on the promotion.”

That single bottle could pay for several months of your rent. “Oh, this is too much, I couldn’t-”

But he still pushed it into your grasp with a shake of his head. “I insist. You’ve more than earned it and you’re obviously taking your new duties seriously.”

You turned the heavy bottle over in your hand as you bit your lip. “Well, if you insist.”

“I do,” he said with another smile.

“Then I must insist that you share a glass with me. Deal?”

There was something in Robert’s gaze that had you nearly shivering. It was too heated, too calculating. But as soon as you saw it, it was gone and he was smiling again. “Deal.”

You handed the bottle back to him. “Can you open it for me? I’ll grab glasses from the break room.”

You heard the pop of the bottle as you hurried down the hall. When you found no clean glasses, you settled for two mugs and hoped that you wouldn’t offend him with the choice. And it seemed that your trepidation was unfounded because he laughed as he spotted them and then poured you both a large serving. He held out his mug toward you. “Cheers, to you and your new job.”

“Cheers!” You clinked your mug against his with a laugh before taking a sip. The champagne tasted expensive and bubbled all the way down. You had to “Thank you so much. This was really kind of you, Bobby.”

He waved it away. “I’m sorry I didn’t manage to swing by earlier.”

“No need to apologize,” you said after taking another sip. “I know the big wigs keep you busy. I think you’re the only person who has actually congratulated me, anyway. So, this means a lot. Thank you, truly.”

He looked at you over the edge of his mug as he took a sip, too. “Well, they don’t know what they’re missing.”

You bit your lip–a terrible habit you were only now realizing how often you did it around him. “I kinda like it just being us anyway. I get nervous around too many people.”

“I don’t mind not sharing you.”

You laughed.

**3**

It was a little strange, how long it took you to realize that you only saw Bobby while you were alone at work. It was like he only appeared when everyone else was gone for the day or you were in your little corner of the park for lunch. You didn’t mind it, really. But your friendship seemed tinged with secrecy. You followed his lead and kept the details to a minimum when anyone asked about who you were having lunch with or who your late night meetings were with. “Oh, just my friend Bobby.” You also tried to ignore that you didn’t know many things about him, including his last name. You weren’t about to ask though, afraid that you’d ask something he didn’t want to divulge and he’d leave you alone.

You sent a smile to your assistant from across the room when she locked eyes with you. She waved when you raised your half-filled champagne flute in her direction, silently telling her to enjoy the holiday party. She was new and lovely and so helpful. She was also overjoyed when you actually let her help with the work your department handled. She also teased you goodnaturedly whenever you would go have lunch with Bobby at the park and asked her to hold your calls for the hour. “Can’t hide him from me forever, you know. I’ll figure out who this man is!”

You glanced down at your watch. It was a quarter to eight. You’d been here for a solid two hours and talked to half a dozen people who really only wanted to double check that their tickets would be resolved before Morning. It was fine–it seemed like most everyone still pretended you didn’t exist. Maybe they’d heard about how awkward you were, or they were wagering about how you got Reynolds’ job. Whatever. At least you got to attend the party–the last time you attempted to do so, Reynolds had you running around the city to grab the gifts he “forgot” to pick up after ordering so he could give them to the rest of the IT team before the end of the party (you did not receive one).

Staying until nine would be acceptable, right? You showed your face, thanked the catering team for their hard work, and watched the party slowly get rowdier at the hours trickled by. Then, you could be asleep before 10 and finally try that running route Bobby mentioned tomorrow morning.

Solid plan, right?

“I was hoping I’d find you here.”

You turned, already smiling, to see Robert leaning against one of the pillars of the hotel’s ballroom, nearly hidden in shadow. “I didn’t think you’d be attending. I thought the big wigs would be having their own party.”

“They are,” he said with a nod. “I escaped.”

You frowned at that, anxiety gnawing at your ribs. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, Bobby.”

His hand gently skirted up your arm and you tried to ignore how he left goosebumps in his wake as his long fingers pressed like firebrands into your skin. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

This was a new habit of his: touching you. You never minded. You had gone so long without more than a friendly pat to the shoulder or a brief handshake that you nearly cried the first time you felt Robert’s fingers trailing along your spine on the bench you still shared at lunch. “Promise?”

“I swear.” His blue eyes flashed with that strange gleam again–after all these weeks you still couldn’t decipher it. “But, I do have ulterior motives.”

“Oh?”

“I got you a present.”

Your grip immediately tightened on your champagne. Shit. “I-I didn’t know we were going to exchange gifts. I-”

“I am not expecting anything in return,” he said, thumb swiping against your arm with a smile. “I just saw it and thought of you.”

“Bobby. You know I’m going to have to take you to lunch or something as a thank you and then still give you a present. I feel awful.”

His grip tightened just a fraction as he shook his head. “Don’t. I actually get more joy out of giving gifts than receiving them.”

“Well, that’s too bad because I’m the same. You’re not getting out of this.”

“We can debate this later.” He pulled the flute from your hand and drained it before grimacing as you laughed. “The stuff I got you was much better. C’mon, I don’t want everyone else to see it.” He then set the empty glass on the nearest table and tangled your fingers together to lead you out of the ballroom and into one of the unlit side rooms. It was filled with folded tables and rows of unused banquet chairs but you could still hear the music coming through the doors. He only let go of your hand when he reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a velvet box with a distinctive HW logo on the lid.

“Bobby…” There was no way you could afford something like that. How were you supposed to reciprocate?

“Open it.” He gently pushed it into your hand and nodded with a smile when you glanced at him again.

With shaking fingers, you did and gasped when you saw the necklace carefully draped across the velvet padding. On a delicate platinum chain was a diamond pendant. Well, it was several diamonds set to look like a flower. It was the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen and probably the most expensive you’ve ever held. “I don’t…I don’t know if I can accept this.”

Robert stepped closer, expensive shoes knocking into yours. His cologne, leather and musk and money, slowly filled your every breath as his hands once again found your arms. “You being in my life has been my lone bright spot in a long time. This necklace is just a fraction of what I owe you, all right?”

“You don’t owe me anything, Bobby. I should actually be thanking you. You have been my truest friend. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You were telling the truth–he was your closest friend. Your only friend, if you were being completely honest with yourself. “This is-this is still too much.”

You tried to hand it back but he only pulled the necklace from its hooks and swept around to stand at your back. In one fluid motion, he was fastening it around your neck and his fingers trailed down your arms. “It suits you.”

You looked down at the necklace and a shaky sigh pushed through you. “Fine. You win this round.” When you turned to look at him, you were rewarded with another one of his smiles. “Don’t think I won’t try to pay you back.”

A new song started, something slow and soft, and Robert turned his head to hear it better for a moment before looking at you again. “Well, as a start, would you like to dance with me?”

“Here?” You asked, a giggle coloring your tone.

“Yeah. Just us.” He held out a hand, long fingers angled toward you.

This felt like a step toward something new. Something different than the quiet friendship you’d carefully protected. It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought of him in that way–he was beautiful. And kind to you. And funny. So, you put your hand in his and laughed as he hauled you close. His other arm wrapped tightly around your back as he held your hand close to his chest and started to lead you in a dance that had your heart racing despite the slow movements.

Without even thinking, your other hand inched its way up his arm to settle at the nape of his neck and your fingers absentmindedly pushed through his hair. “Thank you, Bobby. For everything. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out. I promise.”

**4**

This was embarrassing.

So embarrassing.

How did you not connect the dots? Your Bobby was Robert fucking Fischer. Successor to the Fischer Morrow empire. You had been palling around with a billionaire heir apparent. You had complained about how the board was fucking up to him. You had said that you couldn’t imagine being a Fischer because, “it just seems miserable.” You had literally said you felt bad for Maurice’s son because “that old man seems like an asshole.”

Wonderful.

Fantastic.

You wanted to walk out into the ocean and swim to the nearest uninhabited island to escape your shame. But you couldn’t because you were watching Robert give a speech to the entirety of Fischer Morrow about the future of the company because his father’s health had taken a sharp decline in the last handful of weeks. You had tucked yourself into the back of the assembled crowd, wishing you had just watched it online in your office instead. How could you miss it? His suits were tailored and designer. He was always perfectly put together. You had once vaguely recognized the Hermès logo on his watch and had thought it had been a holiday gift from the board.

He’d probably bought it on a whim–the tens of thousands it cost wasn’t even a drop in the bucket to him.

Robert finished his speech and nodded his head in response to the applause he earned before stepping away from the podium so CFO could take over, giving further explanation to the expansion planned for Fischer Morrow. You didn’t hear any of it. You were too focused on Robert moving at the edges of the crowd.

Right toward you.

Your fingers fiddled mindlessly with the diamond pendant around your throat. You had worn it every day since he had given it to you. You should have known better.

Before you could even think to do anything at all, Robert’s fingers were circling around your wrist and you were being pulled out of the room. He was quiet as he led you into an empty conference room and shut the door with a soft snap as soon as you were inside.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, tugging your arm out of his grip and folding your arms over your stomach protectively. “I’m sorry I said all those things.”

“What?” His brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“All…all the things I said about the company, about your father-”

“They needed to be said. I like that you felt comfortable enough to say that to me.”

You scrubbed a hand over your mouth as you started to pace around the table, a million and one thoughts racing through your brain and all of them landed on one conclusion. “Was this just some game? To see what the little worker bee thought of the hive?”

A short breath pushed out of him as he rounded the conference table and grabbed at your hands again to pull you to a stop. Your poor heart hiccuped when he laced your fingers together. “It was never a game. I sought you out because you treated me like I was my own person instead of someone who only stood in my father’s shadow. You saw me, not my last name.”

“Robert-”

His grip tightened, near desperate. “No. No, I’m Bobby to you, remember?”

“I never would have called you that if I had known who you are.” The words were small, as small as you felt in his presence now. But still, you couldn’t pull away from him.

“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. I’m still your Bobby. Nothing’s changed.” His voice was soft. Almost pleading. It cracked at something behind your ribs you had tried to ignore for the sake of the friendship.

“Everything’s changed! You are so far up the corporate ladder above me I shouldn’t even be on your radar.” You finally pulled your hands from his and hated the look in his clear blue eyes. It was unbidden hurt. But your mind jumped to something else. “You had Reynolds fired.”

Robert’s answering silence was answer enough.

“God. I didn’t even earn this position did I? You just felt bad for the stupid, lonely girl in the park-”

Robert was on you in a flash, crowding you against the table without even needing to touch you. “You earned it. I looked into your work history. I saw your credentials. Reynolds knew you were better suited to his job and stepped all over you because of it. I only gave you what you deserved.”

“So, you admit it-”

“I admit that you were better suited. I admit that your department is better for it, too. I admit that I did it because I just wanted to see you smile again.”

Your next breath stalled in your throat and you hated that you felt your chin wobble. What was he saying? “Robert-”

“And it wasn’t pity. It was selfish of me. I wanted to see you smile. I wanted to give you something no one else could. So I did.” Slowly, so slowly, his hands skirted a familiar path up your arms until he was cupping the back of your head and pressing the pads of his thumbs beneath the hinge of your jaw. You could feel each breath he took against the sensitive skin of your lips. “I want to give you everything because you have given me more than I could ever repay. You were lonely. So was I. And we found each other, doesn’t that still matter?”

“I-”

“Let me be your Bobby again. Nothing’s changed, I promise.”

You searched his perfect blue eyes and wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that he felt what you did. That it was okay to feel this, that it was okay to keep him tucked in the confines of your heart where he had burrowed. “You know this has changed, Bobby.” You watched his shoulders sag in relief at the sound of the nickname. “You know it.”

He agreed, nodding just once. “I can’t hide it anymore. You’re right. But I’m still the man sitting next to you on the bench. I’m still sipping champagne out of mugs with you at midnight. I’m still dancing with you in empty rooms. And I’m hoping all that I am, all the charade and everything behind it, is enough for you. I am asking you to have me because of it all, in spite of it all.”

“What will I be to you?” You asked, your voice little more than a whisper.

Robert paused and you watched his pupils start to blow, black eating blue. “You’d be mine.” And then he was kissing you, plush mouth pressing against yours and stealing your next breath. Your hands scrambled to find purchase in the fine fabric of his suit jacket as he hauled you closer, like he was trying to devour you.

You would happily let him.

When he pressed at the seam of your lips, you readily gave in and let him lick into your mouth, searching and wanting. One of his hands fell to your hip as he swallowed a whine building in your throat and he hauled you onto the edge of the table, knocking your legs apart so he could slot himself between them, like he’d always meant to be there.

Maybe he was. Maybe this was inevitable. It certainly felt like it.

Your shaking hands pushed at his jacket and he hurriedly shrugged it off, never moving his mouth from yours and not caring when it hit the floor. “So fucking perfect,” he murmured against your kiss-bitten lips. “And all mine.”

“And you’re mine,” you whispered in return, tugging at his tie next.

A sharp knock at the door halted your next breath. Robert froze, too, lips still pressed to yours.

“Mister Fischer, you’re needed upstairs,” came a stressed, tinny from the other side.

Then you were giggling against him, feeling like a teenager, and you moved to press your face to his shoulder to try to quiet the noise. But then he was laughing, too, and stealing another kiss. “Let’s get out of here.”

**5**

Robert’s father was dying.

There was no more denying it. You watched Robert waffle between heartbreak and resignation and tried to help him through it all, even though what he was feeling was foreign to you. You’d been alone your entire life, growing up at an overrun group home for kids who couldn’t find a foster family to take them and then shuffling from empty dorm room to empty apartment after aging out. But still, you let him burrow his head into your chest when he needed just the world to be quiet. It had been only a handful of weeks since he’d kissed you, asking you to take him for all that he was, but it felt like you had been with him for years, settling into a domestic routine that felt like something out of a romance novel. Something you had only ever wished you could have. You just wished you could ease the ache he was fighting.

You were in his office, the rest of the building having long been deserted at the end of the work day, pushing your fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Tell me what you need,” you murmured.

“I just need you.” His words vibrated as he spoke them into the fabric of your shirt.

“Bobby,” you started, pressing your hands beneath his chin so he looked up at you. “I am always going to be here, okay? But let me lighten your load. Want me to grab dinner so we can try to knock out some of that paperwork Browning saddled you with?” You smoothed your finger over one of his eyebrows and watched his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

“He means well. He wants me to really know what I’m doing before I officially take the reins.”

“I think he’s being lazy and then schmoozing the rest of the board while you’re in here, working your fingers to the bone,” you said with a smile to try to lessen the blow because you knew how much his ‘uncle’ Peter meant to him. You, however, thought he was a snake.

Robert was quiet as he looked up at you and you felt him squeeze you a little tighter before he stood and pressed a firm kiss to your mouth. “I have a better idea.”

“What could possibly be better than shitty takeout and monotonous paperwork?” You teased, earning a pinch to your side.

“How about you, me, and a bottle of that champagne you like and we just lock ourselves away at my house for the weekend?”

Your agreement was on the tip of your tongue. You could feel it. But he’d played this card before. “You’re going to say ‘after I let you finish this paperwork,’ aren’t you?”

His smile was tired as he danced his fingers down your spine. “God, you’re perfect.”

“You’re not getting out of this, Bobby. Let me help you.” The next noise out of you was an undignified squeak as he grabbed at your hips and hoisted you onto the top of his desk. “What’re you doing?”

“Convincing you to let me do my work.”

“It is Browning’s wor-” Your words halted when his warm hands slipped beneath the hem of your skirt and deftly pushed it up to your waist, exposing your silk stockings and lace garter belt. “You’re fighting dirty.”

Robert only smirked and sank back to his knees as he pulled your underwear down in one swift motion. He licked a bold stripe up your folds that had your head immediately tilting back with a gasp. Again and again, he did it until he closed his warm, wet mouth around your clit and sucked until you were keening, sinking your fingers into his hair again. He always knew just how to turn your spine to jelly with a few flicks of his tongue but his real talent was-

“Oh my god!”

Robert sank his teeth into the dough of your thigh as his long fingers slid into your wet heat and easily found that spot inside you that had sparks bursting behind your eyes. If your mind was capable of doing more than pleading pleasepleasepleaseBobbyplease, you may have felt his lips press a smile into your thigh before his mouth descended on you again, working in tandem with his excruciatingly wonderful fingers.

Your thighs clamped around his head but Robert was undeterred and kept licking and sucking and pushing. Wet, sloppy noises filled the air, punctuated by your whimpers and pleas, until you were crying out with your abrupt release and your entire body felt like you’d been dipped in molten heat that fizzled down to your fingers. You collapsed onto the desk in a heap, thighs sagging open as Robert gave a few last kitten licks to your clit until you pushed him away with a whine. When he pulled his fingers out, you could feel your slick puddling below you and you spotted a damp spot on the cuff of his shirt. Damn.

Robert, however, was unfazed and licked his fingers clean as you tried and failed to catch your breath.

“I know just how to get you to cooperate.” His fingers danced over your thighs, still shaking with aftershocks. “Look at you now. All soft and compliant.”

“Not my fault,” you said between labored breaths. “You don’t fight fair.”

Robert smiled, all teeth. “Not with you.”

**+1**

You hadn’t slept on the flight to Los Angeles. Sure, the first class seat was comfortable and food was delicious, but you weren't able to get comfortable. You knew tht Robert had said you didn’t need to come to the funeral but you weren’t about to let him go through this alone and had used the card he had put in your name to book the next flight out to be at his side.

A chauffeur was waiting for you when you landed and whisked you away to the gated Fischer mansion in one of the more exclusive enclaves outside the city. You’d been to Robert’s penthouse a few blocks from Fischer Morrow. He’d offered to let you use his Venice apartment when you offhandedly mentioned needing a vacation but also told you that his family owned an entire island near St. Barts if you wanted something a little more private. But this mansion was truly something else. Perhaps a better term to use would be Manor or Palace. You thanked the chauffeur as he handed you your single bag and told you that ‘Mister Fischer’ was waiting for you inside.

Your heels clicked against the solid piece of marble of the entryway but you hardly noticed when the butler (oh, you hoped you were using the right term) took your bag and told you that Robert was waiting for you in the library. Of course there was a library. You followed his directions and pushed the door open, unsurprised with its silence or its wait.

Robert was leaning against the fireplace mantle, nursing a glass of cognac. The crystal clacked as he set it down when he spotted you. You were quick to meet him halfway, wrapping your arms around him as he pulled you tight against his chest. The pair of you was quiet for a moment as you tried to press every ounce of love you had into him.

“Tell me what you need. I’m here for you.”

Robert’s next breath rumbled through him and he pulled you even tighter. “Just need you.”

“You have me.”

He was quiet again for just a moment. “I’m dissolving the company.”

You went to pull back but he held firm. “What?”

“I’m going to build something better. I don’t want to be a miserable old man like him. I don’t want to devote my life to a company when I have a family who needs me.”

“A family?” You prodded softly.

“I want a family with you. I want it all with you.”

The simple words had tears forming in your eyes and you just held him tighter. “I want that, too.” You pulled back, finally able to do so when his grip loosened, and pressed a hand to his cheek. “We can talk more about it after the funeral, okay? Emotions are running high right now. I don’t want you to think that you have to make any big decisions immediately. I’m not going anywhere.”

Robert’s eyes searched for something in your face but he seemed to find what he wanted as he smiled. “I know.”

You stood at Robert’s side during the wake and funeral and tried to keep him out of the spotlight when the photogs descended on him before the reception. He held your hand in the back of the limousine that took you back to the house after the coffin was buried and didn’t let go until he was pressing you down into his bed.

You sighed as he sank into you, hot and thick. He was always so good to you. Always stuffed you full and left you gasping. Every drag and pull of him was sending new sparks up your spine and you clung to him as he dragged you closer to euphoria. “Take what you need, Bobby,” you whimpered. “Take it.”

And he did. His hips snapped to yours, hard and strong, as his hands pressed you down into the mattress until you were only able to hold onto him, letting out choked whines and whimpers into the flushed skin of his neck.

“You’re mine,” he said, words in time with each thrust.

You could feel him in your throat.

“Yours.”

Robert bared his teeth and the next thrusts knocked the air from your lungs and you wailed as you felt him come, warmth blooming and spilling. His deft fingers found your clit and rubbed vicious circles until you were keening with your own release that he swallowed with a kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

Both of you were quiet as he led you to the bath and filled it with near-scalding water and some sort of floral oils. He held you tight against his chest again and you tried not to be embarrassed when he sent one of the (many) maids to fetch the bottle of champagne he’d apparently set out for this moment. Realizing that it was the same champagne from that night in your office all those months ago did make you smile. Robert turned and poured two glasses and pressed one into your hand. You settled back against his chest and sipped, frowning when it didn’t quite taste the same. Maybe it was a different year. Oh well.

By the time you finished your glass, you were exhausted and blamed the sex and hot water. “Take me to bed, Bobby?”

He wiped you down with a warmed towel and wrapped you up in a plush robe before leading you back to bed that now had new sheets. You were too tired to care about someone being that aware of your bedroom activities. You’d be back in Australia soon enough anyway.

Your eyelids were fighting to stay open by the time your head hit the pillow and Robert settled beside you. His warm hand cupped your cheek and his thumb smoothed a gentle arc beneath your eye. “My lonely girl.”

“Yours,” you mumbled, eyes closing.

“Mine.”

You woke the next morning with a raging headache and a strange cottony feeling behind your tongue. Robert wasn’t beside you and you assumed he was probably already downstairs, eating breakfast and answering emails. You would have to convince him to take the day off.

Work could wait.

You walked to the closet in search of your bag and…couldn’t find it.

Your purse was missing from where you had left it on the bedside chair, too.

Your passport wasn’t in the lockbox.

“Bobby?” You called out as you walked down the hall, trepidation with every step. Something was wrong. “Bobby?”

The house was silent. Unnervingly so. You could almost hear the blood roaring in your ears. You were almost relieved when you spotted the butler near the front door. “Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but do you happen to know if one of the maids, um, moved my stuff? I can’t seem to find anything.”

The butler nodded, quick and sharp. “Mister Fischer has made sure everything you will need is delivered by noon. I will have the maids bring it to your room when it arrives.”

That…that didn’t make any sense. “I…have you seen Robert?” You asked, just wanting to see a familiar face. Your Bobby.

“He’s returned to Australia, miss.”

Your stomach dropped to your feet. “What?”

“He said he left a note in the bedroom explaining the situation.”

That was dismissal enough and you turned and walked back to the room, metaphorical tail tucked between your legs. You did find the note and braced for an awkward break up or something of that ilk but what you found instead had your veins turning to ice.

I’ll be back for you. We can begin our lives together as soon as I finish dealing with the board. You’ll want for nothing, I’ve made sure of it. And you can finally settle into the life I’ve always wanted to give you. Learn the house. Pick out a nursery.

This had to be a joke, right?

Right?

But the windows were on an alarm system and a man with a gun would yank you back into the room before you could even get halfway out. The doors were guarded. The landline didn’t work. The computer in the office didn’t connect to the internet.

You were alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone until Robert came back three weeks later and placed a diamond ring on your finger as he kissed away your tears. You weren’t sure if you were crying out of anger or relief to finally have him back.

“Why’d you do this, Bobby?” You whispered into his chest as he held you close. You didn’t have the energy to fight him.

“Because you’re mine.”

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「 Purr-fect Companion 」

・Robert Fischer x Reader・

Plot: "In a twist of fate, Robert finds himself a new friend, which leads to an unexpected encounter. "

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: None (English isn't my first language so I apologise in advance for any mistakes)

The sound of rustling sheets could be heard all over the tiny apartment, of course the heir of Fischer Morrow, a man of wealth and privilege found no comfort sleeping on these cheap sheets, and scratchy linens.

The poor bed squeaked under his shifting form, trying to get comfortable in such a small bed was almost impossible 'How could people sleep in these?' he wondered. After all, Robert knew nothing but mansions and luxury hotels his whole life... That was until a few days ago.

luck wasn't on Robert's side, dark clouds gathered in the now green sky, no longer clear as the heavy rain started to fall, following the angry storm.

Robert stood in the airport, watching, as all departures got postponed, indeed, no airplanes would be willing to take off in such harsh weather.

No hotel room reservations were made in advance, since Robert had planned to travel back home on the same day once he was done with his buissness meeting, and to his surprise, every hotel and motel in the small town was completely booked.

With no place left to stay, the conflicted man had no choice but to accept the offer of the nice elderly lady who took pity on him. Feeling bad for him, she gave him the key to her daughter's spare apartment, "You can stay as long as you need", she said, kindly.

It's been 3 days now, the storm was getting fiercer by the hour, but at least Robert wasn't alone...

The restless man felt a little paw batting at his hair "stop that" he murmured, and the little furry creature meowed as if protesting.

With a loud sigh Robert pulled himself upright, leaning his back against the old bed's wooden headboard, he looked at the little cat now curled in his lap, probably seeking warmth or attention... Or maybe both.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" , A voice yelled from outside, banging loudly on the apartment door, which startled Robert "I can hear him in there! open up!!" the angry voice demanded.

Quickly, The confused man hurried towards the door, and with a twist of the knob, he opened it to find a woman standing there, her palm still up in the air as if to continue banging on the door.

With anger drawn all over her features, before he could speak, she shoved him a side and stormed into his small apartment "Mimi!" she called out loud.

Robert was taken back by her audacity "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" he asked, stunned by her bold behaviour, he looked at her as she made her way to the little living room.

At the sound of the familiar name, the little cat padded into the room, purring and meowing upon seeing the woman standing there. Scooping him into her arms "Oh my little baby, did that bad man kidnap you?" she cooed, as if the little animal could answer her.

Her words stung Robert's bride, and he found himself quickly closing the apartment door and rushing to stand before her, "I didn't kidnap him, I found him near the park by the building" he stated firmly.

"liar!" the woman said, glaring back into his eyes with her angry ones, she continued "He wasn't lost, he went out to do his business"

Robert rolled his eyes "Well, how was I supposed to know that?" he retorted. "He has a collar with my number, why didn't you reach out?", the woman said, not backing down.

The man with blue eyes opened his mouth then closed it again, "I... I didn't think about it alright?", of course that was a lie.

The truth is Robert had seen the collar...

That night when he found the little guy sitting in the park he could tell from the collar that he belonged to someone nearby, after he took him to his apartment he noticed the tag in the dim light, Robert was about to reach for the owner... but then a selfish thought stopped him.

Loneliness wasn't something new to Robert, he was always lonely, no matter how many people were around him, but that rainy night it felt heavier than usual.

"Wanna stay?" he asked his new little friend, 'Just one night' Robert told himself. but everytime he pulled out his cellphone to call the number on the collar, his new companion would weave between his ankles, seeking attention, or crawl into his lap for a nap, the cat seemed to be asking him to stay a while longer... To him at least.

Robert found warmth in the cat's company, so he kept postponing the call, and that's why there's now an angry women standing before him in fluffy slippers, as she cuddled the cat to her chest.

The woman scoffed "That's a dumb excuse" she remaked. Robert, offended, replied sharply "No it's not! And What kind of name is even that? "Mimi"? For a male cat? "

With a gasp, the young lady gently put the cat down and raised her finger in the man's face "How dare you?? it fits him perfectly, Mr..." she paused, when she realised she didn't even know that man's name.

"Robert" he said, finishing her sentence for her. "Well Robert, neither Mimi nor I appreciate your feedback and we will be leaving now"

Something suddenly made Robert panic, "No!" he said, a little louder than he intended. Why was he so upset? Perhaps because for the first time in days he had someone to talk to? Perhaps because she was so pretty he wanted to know her name? Was he just upset she was taking his little friend with her or was it something else!

Now both her and the cat were peering back at him, surprised, she waited for an explanation, "Um... It's just... I already bought too much cat food and...treats, might as well let him stay a little longer..." he said, pointing gingerly to the piles he bought without a second thought.

Robert knew he didn't make sense, after all it was her cat, however, what he didn't realise is that the woman standing infront of him could easily see through his attempts to hide the loneliness he felt.

Not once did she witness him leave the apartment or even share a word with the neighbours around. The owner had already told her he wasn't from around her, why else would he steal a cat that wasn't his if not just to keep his company.

She tilted her head as if thinking, and looked into his eyes "Well... there's no good in letting that go to waste..." she could see him trying to hold back the little smile tugging on his lips, his hopeful blue eyes gazing back into hers "... Don't close your door, I'll let him come back" she said before she turned on her heels to leave, missing the smile of relief that broke accross his face.

With her hand on the door knob, she paused at the doorway, taking a second too long as she bit her lip in thought, she then turned around to look at Robert, with blushing cheeks, she spoke again "I too seem to have made too much food, could never measure spaghetti correctly... Care to join me for dinner?" she suggested.

"YES!" Robert answered, a little too eagerly for his liking, which made her bite back a smile, clearing his throat, he responded slower this time. "I mean, yes..yes I'd love to come over for dinner"

"See you in 10 minutes then" the young lady said, twisting the door knob, while holding her cat in the other arm, she opened the door ready to leave until his voice called again. "Wait!" he called over from where he stood, "I didn't get your name"

"I'll tell you over dinner, Robbie" she said, smiling, while making her away to her little apartment across from his.

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[huntingingoodwill]

waitress! (r.f.)

masterlist

pairing: robert fischer x waitress! reader

desc: in which you’re intrigued by the important looking man with a froot loops addiction who goes out of his way to eat at the diner you work at every morning.

“I will have…” His voice had trailed off pensively as he flipped the sticky, peeling menu over in his hand. “Froot Loops.” He said decisively. 

Your jaw had paused its movement, hanging a little slack as you stopped chewing your gum, blinking at him in disbelief. His pale pink lips turned up into an unassuming smile. 

You had raised your eyebrows, chuckling a little as you scrawled the order down onto your notepad. 

“Okay.” You had muttered through your lopsided smile, fingers ghosting his as he handed you the menu. “Froot Loops.” 

That was the first time you met him. He intrigued you from the start.

A man like him, in his sharp suit and expensive car, looked far too important to be smiling at you gratefully as you poured milk into his little plastic bowl, leaning forward to avoid staining his pristine dress shirt while slurping up the neon rings. 

He looked far too important to even be in the dingy little diner you worked at, a quiet place on the outskirts of the city. It was far out of the way of anything exciting, its purpose usually reserved to serving travellers who were just passing through. 

So, it was even more intriguing to you that he kept coming back. 

It had been a week since your first encounter with him, and he arrived every morning at the crack of dawn. 

Now, you braced your hands on the counter, restlessly tapping your fingers against the surface as you narrowed your eyes, staring at him curiously. You hardly got any regulars, but he showed up every morning, disgustingly early, just to have a bowl of the same cereal in the same squeaky vinyl booth. You couldn’t figure him out. 

You watched him take the last, dribbling sip of coffee from his mug, and you took the opportunity, picking up a fresh pot and hopping over the counter. 

You refilled his mug full of the black, steaming liquid as he thanked you, scanning through the newspaper.

“You know we serve real food, right?” You smirked, picking up his now empty bowl, the colourful dust from the cereal clinging to the bottom of it. 

“Froot Loops are real food. Breakfast of champions, right?” He reached a finger out, tapping on the bowl in your hand. “Besides, your real food probably isn’t served on dishes with kangaroos on ‘em.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked down at the childishly designed bowl, a tiny cartoon kangaroo hopping along the bottom of it. 

“No respectable place should serve food on plates without cartoons on them.” He said in mock seriousness. 

“We’re not really a respectable place.” You raised your eyebrows, nodding toward the drab interior of the restaurant, all dull fluorescent lights and greasy linoleum. “But, next time ‘round, you order an omelette and I’ll get the chef to serve it on whatever plate you want. Does you no good, eating that sugary crap everyday.” You laughed. 

“Thanks.” He grinned, peering at the little metal badge pinned to your uniform, your name spelt in looping cursive. “(Y/N).” 

“You’re welcome…” Your voice lilted questioningly. 

“Robert.” 

“Robert.” You repeated.

“Would you like to sit down? I’ll buy you a coffee.” He offered. 

“The coffee here is shit.” You blurted, eliciting a laugh from him as you gestured with the pot in your hand. “And I can’t, sorry.” You said, giving him a rueful smile, eyebrows furrowing. “My boss would kill me if I do.” 

“And you’d break my heart if you don’t.” 

You bit your lip, eyes flickering around the diner, noting that your boss was still in the back, probably thumbing through his phone and staving off sleep. 

“Well,” you said, sliding into the booth across from him as you set the bowl and pot back onto the table. “We can’t let that happen, can we?” 

You leaned forward conspiratorially. “Can I ask you a question, Robert?”

He looked at you amusedly, nodding. 

“What’s a man like you doing in a shithole like this?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He chuckled, feigning innocence. 

“Oh, you know!” You exclaimed, jabbing a finger into his arm, prompting his laughter. “We never get any regulars. But you-” You waggled a finger in his smiling face. “Come here every morning, right at the break of dawn, driving all the way up here from the city just to go right back down. Why would anyone go through all that trouble just… for a bowl of cereal and some bad coffee?” 

“Maybe…” He drummed his fingers on the table in contemplation. “I just really like Froot Loops.” 

You shot him a derisive look.  

“Okay, okay… well, there’s just a lot to like here.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Sure… I mean, the service, for one. There’s this really great waitress here.” He mumbled, lips turning upward.

“Oh, really?” You smirked.

“Really.” He laughed. “She caught my eye the first time I came here and well... she works all alone during the morning shift. She’s pretty, and always looks at me a little weird whenever I come in. I’ve been wanting to talk to her for a while now, but I just haven’t got the guts.” He gave you a shy smile. “So I wake up early, drive up here from the city, eat, build up the courage to talk to her, lose it, then drive all the way back down just in time to go to work.” 

You felt a blush creeping up your neck, and you knocked your scuffed sneaker against his polished dress shoe. 

“I don’t like cowardly men, Robert.” You joked, picking up his mug and taking a sip. 

“I’ll have to work on that, then.” He replied, holding out his hand as you placed the mug back in it. 

“(Y/N)! What the hell are you doing?!” You jumped as your boss appeared in front of you, his harsh voice an unwelcome interruption.

“It’s alright, sir, I asked her to-” Robert began, only to be cut off immediately.

“Look buddy, I don’t pay her to sit on her ass out he-” 

Robert dug into his pocket, pulling out a couple of bills. He placed them on the table, sliding them in the direction of your boss.

His eyes widened. It was more than what both of you would have made on your shift. Your boss cleared his throat, sheepishly tucking the money into his pocket. 

“...Carry on.” He coughed, walking away with his tail between his legs. 

You turned to Robert, laughing incredulously. “You like me that much, huh?” 

He raised his eyebrows as he held his coffee to his lips, obscuring his smile. 

The two of you talked for ages, laughing until the sun peaked over the hills, shining bright golden rays through the windows and illuminating his bright blue eyes, highlighting the freckles on his cheeks. 

Your eyes widened, grabbing his wrist and looking at the face of his watch as you snapped back into reality. When you were talking to Robert, it was like you were in your own little bubble, time trickling by without you noticing. “Don’t you have to get to work? You’ll be late!” You exclaimed. 

“No one cares if the boss is late.” He said, causing relief to wash over you. 

“Brag.” You teased. 

“But I could go for a coffee.” He said. “Somewhere you actually like. And, maybe somewhere that also has cartoon kangaroos on their dishes. Y'know. A respectable place."

You laughed, hurriedly untying your apron, tossing it over the counter, and ignoring your boss’ annoyed expression as the balled-up cloth thwacked him in the face. 

The bell on the door sounded overhead as he held it open for you, making your way toward his car. 

You tucked your hands into your jacket pockets as the gravel of the parking lot crunched below your feet, letting out a low whistle as you laid your eyes on his no doubt expensive car, the model looking out of place in front of the lacklustre restaurant.

"You like it?" He asked.

"Sure I do!" You replied, admiring it. "Who wouldn't?"

"You wanna drive it?" He offered.

You gaped at him. "Seriously?"

"If it'll make you happy." He said. You nodded eagerly and he grinned, tossing them in your direction as he rounded the car, sliding into the passenger seat.

You drummed your fingers against the steering wheel as you settled into the seat, whooping as you revved the engine, feeling the car rumble to life.

"Where to, sir?" You flashed him a gleaming smile.

"To the city!" He exclaimed, causing you to let out a joyous cheer. He turned to look at you, his lips quirking upward. "Together, this time."

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[firemenenthusiast]

anyways dilf! robert fischer anyone ?

be honest would yall read it

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[gretelshelby]

Walking out alone from a party with your friends but Robert Fischer follows you out.

#Robert darling come take care of me and make sure I’m okay why don’t ya #cillian murphy #robert fischer x fem!reader #robert Fischer #inception #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #robert fischer fic

[deceitfuldevout]

Highest Bidder

Dark!Robert Fishcher x Sugarbaby!Reader

Word Count: +3,066

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Loss of virginity, Human auction, Housewife kink, Breeding kink, Misogynistic remarks, Insults, Just plain abuse, Robert is a warning himself.

Author's Note(s): I have been thinking about this for a hot minute. Inspired by @mypoisonedvine Robert Fischer fic go check it out!!

You couldn't stop checking your phone for an update. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Did he bail? Part of you had hoped so. It would make things a lot easier. Years ago, if someone had told you that you'd be auctioning off your virginity, well, the first thing you'd do is laugh in their face.

That was before everything went to shit. Your parents ended up in neck-deep debt trying to pay off your college, borrowing money from some sleazy loaner company. Soon having no choice but to debate on filing for bankruptcy. Everything they've worked hard for, gone. You didn't want them to worry about that anymore.

This wasn't a huge deal for you. Personally, you've never had any luck with guys and would rather get this over with. Growing up you were always the awkward, ugly duckling of the friend group, so a boyfriend was out of the picture. Only sharing an innocent kiss with a childhood friend, but that was a long time ago. It was only after you reached your 20's where you began to bloom.

He'd bought your outfit and covered the cost of everything. He wants you ready and waiting for him, all wrapped up like a pretty present. He's very particular about these things, even making a list of errands to run before the big day. He requested for photos of the hair and makeup you'd be wearing for the evening. Scolding you every time you did something he disliked. He wouldn't even try hiding it. You reread his previous text message: Change the makeup. It makes you look like a cheap whore. You scoff at the response...how rude.

Even before all of this he would try to test your patience. Sending messages like, 'Do you know who I am? You should be more grateful that I'm giving you this much attention," or "Anyone would be lucky to be in your position,' which made you physically roll your eyes. This morning, he had given you a call as a reminder of where you would meet. He send you the hotel address with money for a cab.

He made sure to give you call in the afternoon as a reminder of what to do after arriving, ending it with, "I don't want to hear any complaining when I get there." before hanging up. You grumble a stray of curse words, this had better been worth it...

You couldn't believe your eyes on how luxurious the hotel was. It's entrance had been decorated with marble and brass statues. There wasn't a drop of it that didn't scream 'money'. You sheepishly sign in, allowing a worker to carry your bag to the room. It had taken a while before you could reach the top. Part of you was impressed, he had really gone all out.

As soon as you enter the room there was this sort of romantic ambiance to it. From the lighting, to the breathtaking scenery of the city. It was all so...dreamy. But this was no dream. You were going to have sex for the first time with some old, rich geezer, gross. You take note of a shopping bag left on the bed, opening it to find a lingerie set.

You held the fabric, inspecting the material. White lace, with hints of glitter that shine in the light. At least the old man has good taste. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, humming at the sight of it. Not bad...hell, you looked fantastic.

Suddenly the door knob jingles, then a heavy knock follows. You leapt from the bed, approaching to open the door for him. But before you could reach the knob it slams open. A man enters, sporting a well-tailored suit, dressed to the nines from head-to-toe. His hair is combed back, a few strands dangle against his forehead. As you scan the man's face, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

There's a light rosy hue to his cheeks. You first notice the striking blues of his eyes and how long his lashes are. He looks like he'd have no problem at all searching for someone. So what is he doing paying for someone like you? For a moment, you were in awe of his presence. Staring back at the man like a deer caught in headlights.

The meeting today had taken its toll on Robert. He was supposed to meet with you hours ago, but there had been an emergency with the company's shareholders. He could practically feel his blood boiling, to the point where it felt almost difficult to breathe. He tugs his tie off and yanks for his shirt to open, a few buttons go flying. He lets out a huff, scanning the room with his blue orbs for something, more specifically, someone.

"So you're the one I've been talking to eh?" a hint of humor in his voice, "Let me guess, you're a good girl caught up in the wrong crowd? Is that it?" he taunts, "I'm sure you've 'never' done this before," the corners of his mouth turn upward into a sinister grin. His eyes are emotionless. Cold as ice. Yet why did they seem so comforting? As if you've seen them before.

He drops his suitcase at the end of the bed, turning towards you. He eyes you up and down, as if he were deep in thought, "Give me a spin," and of course you follow his orders. He raises a brow, "Come here," he commands. You stare back at him, unsure of what he'd just said. Robert sighs, he doesn't have time for this. He's slightly drunk and exhausted from work. Right now he just wants some hard, animalistic fucking.

He tugs your underwear to the side, examining his prize. He bunches up the waistband of your panties before yanking the fabric down. You held your breath, now riddled with anxiety. This was a bit too...casual for comfort. He fists the fabric, holding it to the side while the other hand held your hip.

His voice is deep, much deeper in person, "Hold it for me," he wants to get a good look at his purchase. His thick fingers slide down your pubic area, grazing against the bare skin, he hums, "Even waxed yourself like I told you to, good girl." he slaps the side of your hip, as if he were examining livestock. Your stomach coils at the realization. Never in your life have you felt so...objectified. Still, now wasn't the time to back down. He pushes you against a desk. Until you were now leaning on the table.

He spreads your folds with his thick digits, examining them closely. He held your clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly. You let out a whine from the sensation, bucking your hips from the sudden discomfort. He retreats his hand before flipping you over. His chest now against your back. He pushes you against the table, bending you over for a better view. He was in no rush.

He rubs his fingers over your bare slit. His thumb caresses your bundle of nerves. As soon as he retreats you finally snap the fabric back in place. Now lowering your head with embarrassment. He grips your chin, lifting it until you're face-to-face, "No don't hide from me now..." he plops himself on a chair, tilting his chin up, "Why don't you make yourself useful and help me get this off?"

If you weren't getting paid you would've scoffed at his rudeness. It was obvious he was into power play. Being in total control of everything. Now wasn't the time for letting your emotions emotions get involved. You help him remove his coat and tie, even unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He's still wearing his pants, now unclasped. He stares you down, a smirk now lingering on his cold features, "Take off your clothes,"

When you start to quickly unclasp the garter belt, Robert's voice booms, "Stop." he orders, "Do it slower," he leans back in the recliner, already palming his erection. You shyly unclasp your belt, letting the straps fall off each shoulder. His hand grazes on an exposed breast, sending shivers down your spine.

He chuckles, "Oh...don't tell me you're that sensitive?" a crude remark. Your brows furrow, why did he have to tease you so? He notices your obvious discomfort, "Don't worry darling, your only job is to fuck," as if that would make things better, "Do you know how to suck cock?" he questions. You give him a hesitant nod, "No...I've never done it before this is my first time--"

"I didn't ask for a whole life story,"

"...No," your lips press in a thin line. He was really pushing it, "So you've never had sex or sucked cock before, tell me, what have you done?" he pulls out his member, already hard and leaking. It's tip was flush pink, the same as his lips. He spits into his palm before working himself up, he knows you're nervous. He wants you to be intimidated by him. He pumps his shafts with slow strokes, "Tell me, what gets you off..." he sighs.

You look down to your feet, suddenly his voice booms, "No, do not look away," to which you began to tear up. His voice is soft now, "Sweetheart, look at me," he huffs. You look up at him now with tearful eyes, he groans, "Oh...that's it..." stroking his cock faster. A finger points directly at you in a 'come hither' motion. You walk towards him, still eyeing his shaft. How was that going to fit?

You felt warm despite the lack of clothing, there's a pooling sensation between your legs. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. His tongue darts against a breast. He teases the bud with his teeth. He made sure it was swollen and sensitive before giving attention to the other breast.

You never knew it could feel this...good. As soon as your hands reach for his hair he instantly stops, Robert remembers the reason why you're here. It wasn't to see him. You only wanted one thing, and he doesn't have time to play pretend. He just came here to collect what he's owed. At the end of the day, you were just a hired whore. He swats both hands away, giving you the cold shoulder. He lifts himself from the seat, throwing you against the carpet. You're confused at the sudden mood swing. It frightens you. Where the hell did that come from?

"It's a shame, you were doing so well," Robert sits up, his leaking cock now presses against his abdomen. He's pissed. He paid you for your time, you were suppose to focus only on his needs. Every word that came from his mouth dripped with anger, "It seems like you need a reminder on whore etiquette," he knows you've probably fucked a few before him, this was all part of your little roleplay act.

"I'm not a whore!" you detest lying, what made him not believe you? Forget it...this wasn't worth an argument, "You know what? You can take your money back asshole! Fuck this and fuck you--" a hand grips around your neck. He'll have to show you a thing or two of what comes with selling yourself out, especially to a complete stranger. You've always knew deep down that you'd regret your first, but this was downright terrifying.

This man, he didn't even see you as a person. As a human being. To him, this was all a transaction that was paid for, "What did you think that website was for? It's a human auction. Not just your cunt. Meaning I own your ass for the next few hours," he leans in, pressing his nose against yours, he growls, "Remember your place..."

Robert pulls you up by the hair, throwing you onto the bed. You scramble to get away but he's much stronger. He began to wrestle you. To which you land a slap on his cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. You pause, now too scared to move. He touches the tender skin, it would surely leave a bruise tomorrow. Which just so happens to be an important meeting, "You little bitch..." he grips your jaw until it aches, forcing your mouth to open.

He takes the opportunity to spit inside, covering your mouth and pinching your nose. You felt like you wanted to gag. Finally, after fighting to hold your breath, you swallow. He grins, "See? even if you try to fight me, I always get what I want..."

You, of all people, should know this about him. Instead you try putting up a fight, "I hate you! I hate you! Let me go!" thrashing around. Both of his hands now pressed against your throat. He scolds, "If you want it to hurt I'll make it hurt like nothing else..." he flips you over, pressing his body against your own, making it harder to breathe.

He lets his pants slide down. Tugging off his boxers. He spits a wad into his hand, that should be enough to get comfortable, for him. But for you? Well, he wants it to hurt you. Otherwise, how will you learn? Whores like you deserve to feel pain. That's what you get for teasing him in your photos. He growls into your ear, "Time to try my pussy..."

He yanks down your panties before pressing his leaking tip against your opening. He muffles your cries in his palm. You couldn't hold back the tears. This man is going to break you! As retaliation you tilt your head to the side and bit into his forearm. He grunts from the pain, it only encourages him to carry out your punishment. He thrusts harder, grinding down his hips to reach as deep as he could go.

You sob from the pain, going limp from shock. All you could do was cry into his hand, bracing yourself against the cushioning below. You turned your head to face the mirror, taking a good look at your own sad, pathetic reflection. You were being dominated by a complete stranger. How did it get to this point? When did you become so pathetic? So desperate to the point where you became a whore for hire?

He held you close to his chest. He knows now you're too tired to fight him off. He kept jutting his hips back and fourth, moaning in your ear with a deep grumble. You could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. It repulses you. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were of skin-to-skin slapping, Robert's insults, and your muffled cries.

"Fuck....fuck m'gonna cum..." he grunts. He rubs his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scented perfume. He drags his face across the soft, supple skin. He can tell by the shimmer that you applied an expensive lotion earlier. Of course you wanted him, what woman wouldn't? He's handsome, rich, successful, he's the entire package.

So why were you begging for him not to finish inside? You were just being stubborn, that's all. He'll have to remind you of who's in charge, "I bought this pussy fair and square. If I want to put a baby in it, then bitch, I will," he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting until the skin breaks. He doesn't stop thrusting his hips. Plunging his cock deep inside to coat your womb. He moans, furrowing his brows from the feeling of your velvety walls.

"You think you're better than me huh? Old enough to fuck but not old enough to get knocked up, yeah fucking right" he huffs, "You just wanted an excuse to be whore..." His voice becomes hoarse, as the pleasure began to increase, "Fuck...fuck I'll buy you a big house just so I can fuck you in it...hm...yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" he doesn't stop his vigorous thrusts, "I’ll fuck some babies into you hm? You'd like that? I’ll give you a baby with blue eyes…something to remind you of me…" he flips you over, locking an arm around your neck.

All you could do was whine as you wait for the inevitable. Robert licks a stripe against your ear. He grunts with satisfaction, "Want you to remember this for the rest of your life....every time you think about your first time, you'll be thinking of me...." he fastens his pace. All you could do was stare back at your reflection. A tear trickles down your cheek. You couldn't help but agree. It was true, this moment would haunt you for the rest of your life.

Robert knows it. That's what gives him such an ego boost. He felt like he was on top of the fucking world. He growls in your ear, "Remember this, I.Fucking.Own.You." before unloading his spunk deep inside. He muffles a moan in the crook of your neck, bowing his head down to feel the bliss of it all. Fuck, he never came so much in his life. Was it the adrenaline or the pussy? He doesn't care. All he knows is that it's money well spent.

He slowly begins to pull out, hissing from the pleasure your pussy gave. He moans at the sight of his shaft dipped in a crimson tint, "Fuck me...if that isn't a sight for sore eyes..." he's made sure to mark his territory. He flips you over, you're too scared to even look at him.

He slides his hand from your stomach to your pelvis, "Hold on...I want to see it.." giving your lower abdomen a light push, forcing the rest of his seed out. It's mixed with a string of red. His lids are hooded, there's a twitch to his features. He grins, "Fuck...guess you weren't lying about me being your first..." he chuckles, "And here I thought you were just another lying whore..." playing with your emotions.

Robert lifts himself from the bed. He retrieves his belt on the floor, tying your wrists to the bed post. He doesn't want to risk you running away from him. Not while he still had a few hours left. He fixes himself in the mirror, coming his hair back to how it was before. Making sure that there wasn't a single strand out of place. He admires himself in the mirror. He felt like a fucking champ. Like nothing in the world could stop him, and so far there hasn't been.

Robert knew this was a good idea the moment he saw your profile online. He'd been tracking you down for quite some time, it's been a while. His obsession growing with each message sent. He had to own you. Mind, body, and soul. It was a good idea to install the hidden camera in the hotel. He could only stare at you from his office, viewing you changing into the set he'd purchased, admiring yourself in the mirror. He had to wait another agonizing hour before work was finished.

He notices the way you'd tried being presentable, all for him. How you would constantly check your phone just to see what his orders were. Submissive, compliant, needy. So fucking needy. That little pussy of yours needed his cock to break it in. He doesn't want it to end, he tosses a few bills onto the mattress, you don't even flinch. Your mind had already escaped.

Robert leans in, caging your body with his arms, "Why don't I keep you as my little plaything, hm?" he knows you've recently graduated. But what use was a degree compared to what he could give? What greater reward than being his pretty little housewife? You might as well put those looks to use. He plants a kiss against your lips, humming in satisfaction, "Need a good girl to balance me out..." he begins to rant, "And if you ever think of leaving me, I'll send a video of us fucking to your parents,"

But the thing is, you never told him who your parents were. It was then when the pieces began to fall into place. How could you be so stupid? His username was R-Morrow.

This was no other than the owner of Fischer Morrow, the man responsible for your landing parents in deep debt. Of course they trusted him, because he's your childhood friend. You lift yourself up and face him. Your voice in disbelief when you question the identity of the strange man, now with a tearful look, "R-Robbie?" you whisper. He pauses for a moment, head turning to the side as he looks your way, "Did you miss me?"

"...Why? I-I don't understand..." you began hyperventilating. This wasn't happening. Your childhood friend had taken your virginity. At one point, he was your entire world. He approaches you, no longer a lanky young boy but a man. He cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours. He sighs, "Don't you remember the promise we made? To find each other?" his eyes bore into yours, "I could only dream of it, but now?" he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him, "Now you're finally mine..."

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[jakeotters]

hey!! i have an idea. maybe cillian with a reader who gets suuuuper blushy and flustered when he flirts with her, so he goes out of his way to flirt with her, and she’s always like “oh my god shut up” while like covering her face

this is so cute ahhhh

flustered (cillian murphy x afab!reader)

warnings: none, kinda cheesy?

author’s note: sorry it’s taken so long to get to requests! ive been busy and had covid last week so i’ve been trying to get well. i’ll be catching up on requests within the next few days 💖

this is purely fiction and is not associated with the real cillian or his life.

you’re standing at the counter, making yourself something to eat, when the front door opens, cillian walking in and closing the door behind him. he hangs up his coat before he makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“whatcha doin’ pretty girl?”

his voice makes you melt instantly and you set down the plate in your hand. you turn to face him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck to hide your blushing face.

“ohhh, come on love, y’know i love to see you blush. don’t hide from me, pretty girl.”

cillian chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating against your forehead.

“oh my god, shut up.”

you hide your face further, only to be met with his hand gently pulling you away.

“why, you don’t want me to tell you how pretty you are? don’t want me to look at you?”

cillian cups your face in his hand when you try to look down, making you look at him. he smiles when he felt the heat of your blushing cheek under his hand.

“always so flustered around me. there’s nothing to be shy about, love.”

you’d been dating cillian for a few months now, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to him flirting with you— he’d been flirting with you since the moment he met you. there was just something about him; the way he always knew what to say to make your stomach flutter and your face heat up.

“you make it hard sometimes, cill.”

you tease him lightheartedly. cillian leans forward, placing a slow kiss on your lips, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him.

“you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

masterlist

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy imagine #jonathan crane x reader #tommy shelby x reader #fanfiction #jakeotters writes #neil lewis x reader #robert fischer x reader #raymond leon x reader #jackson rippner x reader

[darthannie]

IT’S KINKTOBER TIME AHHHHHHHHHH

This is my first time doing anything like this and I am so excited! Thank you to everyone who requested a kink/character, it was very helpful.

If you’d like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

31-day list under the cut.

day one: Overstimulation with Robert Fischer

day two: Somnophilia with Raymond Leon

day three: Choking with Jackson Rippner

day four: Creampie with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day five: Hate Fuck with Raymond Leon

day six: Edging with Robert Fischer

day seven: Sex Tape with Neil Lewis

day eight: CNC with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day nine: Shower Sex with Raymond Leon

day ten: Cockwarming with Lenny Miller

day eleven: Bondage with Lenny Miller

day twelve: Forced Orgasm with Jonathan Crane

day thirteen: Throat Fucking with Thomas Shelby

day fourteen: Spanking with Thomas Shelby

day fifteen: Daddy Kink with Lenny Miller

day sixteen: Degradation with Jackson Rippner

day seventeen: Praise Kink with Jonathan Crane

day eighteen: Breeding Kink with Lenny Miller

day nineteen: Sex Toys with Robert Fischer

day twenty: Mutual Masturbation with Robert Capa

day twenty-one: Virginity Kink with Neil Lewis

day twenty-two: Dacryphilia with Jackson Rippner

day twenty-three: Knife Play with Thomas Shelby

day twenty-four: Age Difference with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day twenty-five: Dom/Sub Dynamic with Dom!Raymond Leon

day twenty-six: Thigh Riding with Neil Lewis

day twenty-seven: Phone Sex with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day twenty-eight: Free Use with Robert Fischer

day twenty-nine: Dom/Sub Dynamic with Sub!Neil Lewis

day thirty: Collaring with Jonathan Crane

day thirty-one: Free For All (TDB)

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[mariamoonie]

Young cillian looking so cute

#cillian murphy #cillian #tommy shelby #jonathan crane #robert fischer #cillian murphy fic #peaky blinders #cillian x reader

[your-nanas-house]

hi dear, I just got another idea about Robert Fisher and his coquette girlfriend🎀

Hello, darling! LOVELY, just watched the perfect movie today and damn... I got another one with Cillian X coquette girlfriend as well. Can't wait to start writing it. 🙇🏼‍♀️💕

Unwritten

◇ Pairing: Robert Fischer x coquette girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: FLUFF, love, Robert is a puppy in love, spoilers of the movie "Anyone but you", didn't went into details with the coquette style of Y/n but I will in the next fic

◇ Summary: Y/n is smitten with the last movie she saw and Robert makes the best of the situation.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. It's purely based/inspired on "Anyone but you"... watched it today and damn... my tiny heart. 😭 Also credits to the owners for the pics I found on Pinterest.

(This is the song, I listened it in loop while writing this quickly)

Robert's girlfriend had been singing the same song on repeat for almost three weeks, talking about and comparing the things that happened in their daily routine with the movie she went to see with her friends one Friday night.

The business man wasn't bothered by this, he found it very amusing... especially because Y/n was so cute when she did it.

She had a secret pass that allowed her to do everything with him, being always forgiven because of how adorable she was.

It was always like that, since they started dating.

The song had almost become their song, it echoed softly in Robert's head when he least expected it... even during work meetings.

And it all kept bringing him back to the cute image of his girlfriend dancing around the house in her pink dresses, little bows adorning her hair and beautiful smile plastered on her pretty face.

She was so cute and devoted to that movie that it was a must for him to watch it as well so that he could understand better what she kept rambling about with big adoring eyes and her tiny pout decorated by lip glosses.

.

Just a couple of days after Robert managed to watch the movie Y/n was so smitten of, an idea crossed his mind.

It was since months now that he wanted to says the scary three words that people say when they are in a relationship and just feel those awesome but worrying butterflies in the stomach.

He just needed to find the right moment.. and what better moment than one created for her... based on the film.

That was Robert’s plan and the main reason he was waiting at the port, checking his watch while waiting for Y/n. After they had a lovely evening, ate dinner at a delicious restaurant and just spent time together before going for a walk and end the night with a romantic ride on a yacht with the moon in the sky smiling at them.

.

The date was just going perfectly, Robert couldn’t stop watching Y/n who was now standing at the bow... a soft smile on her face as the soft wind caressed her skin, moving her baby pink dress in a dreamlike way.

Her hair were moving slowly as well, making it seem like she just walked out of a perfume advertising even though Y/n was secretly trying not to gag because of her hair going anywhere they wanted.

She slowly turned around to see where her Robert was, a bright smile on her face so big that would have melted anyone... the australian man as well since his stomach was already filled with butterflies and his legs felt like jelly... Weak enough to make him loose balance and fall in the water of the sea.

As the water surrounded his body, the rational part of him woke up again... thoughts of how stupid the plan was crossed his mind but quickly left as soon as he felt two hands grab him and bring him back to surface.

His baby blue eyes met Y/n's as soon as he could open them and a shock of pure love hit his whole body.

She really just jumped off the yachts to "save" him.. ruining her pretty dress and makeup for him.

Robert was too stunned and dazed to realize what she was doing, coming back to reality just when she made sure he was on the floating buoy before climbing on it as well.

Her face was flushed and her look of worry was quite evident.. her whole state was noticeable and Robert was feeling a bit guilty for what he did.. hoping silently that it was worth it.

"Oh my god, baby. Are you okay?" Y/n asked quickly, fixing his hair before stroking his wet, cold cheeks in an attempt to calm herself and him.

Her mouth opened again to ask him another question after he just stared at her, not answering her question; but before she could do that the man opted for leaning in and kiss her.

Their lips molding together perfectly, fitting like the last pieces of a puzzle, till the rescue helicopter approached, warning them before throwing the harnesses.

As they both put them on and jumped off the buoy, their body pressed together, her arms went quickly around his neck as his hands grabbed her hips tightly and protectively.

The robe kept being pulled up while they hang on the water, an amazing and romantic view surrounding them... not that they could really see it since Y/n was holding her eyes tightly close, adrenaline and anxiety filling her body, while Robert could just stare at her with love.

That's when he took a deep breath and started to sing the song just like in the movie, his eyes never leaving her face.

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

His singing skills weren't so good but the pure shock and surprise that appeared on Y/n's face was enough to smooth his nervousness a bit so that he could continue to sing the song while waiting for her to join.

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

Their soft laughters interrupted the lyrics, their noses kept brushing softly against each other as they both kept giggling till they died down.

Robert's forehead pressed softly against hers as he fixed her pink wet bow before meeting her eyes again... his hand traveling slowly down on her cheek, his thumb caressing her cold skin in a tender way in an attempt to gather the courage to finally speak.

"Y/n..." He started, brushing his finger against her bottom lip softly while he stared directly in her loving eyes

"I.. I love you".

Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher , @sleepycreativewriter , @mrkdvidal1989

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[ceirinen]

December 2023

I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.

I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.

So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.

I totally recommend their work.

(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).

@cillianmesoftlyyy

So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

@runnning-outof-time

Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

@zablife

teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader

@gypsy-girl-08

Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

@pacifymebby

Arthur Shelby x Reader

@fkmarrycill

Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@holacia3

Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@beastofburdenxo

Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader

@look-at-the-soul

If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@your-nanas-house

What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

To the end of the world | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Tommy, the teddy bear | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Emergency surgery | baby!Tommy Shelby Fanfiction | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Anon | Alfie Solomons

@lis-likes-fics

Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader

@rafeology

Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader

@wife-of-all-dilfs

Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader

@darlingsfandom

Cillian Murphy x Reader Tommy Shelby x artist!reader Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader

@pinguwrites

Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader

@http-finnick

Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader

@acewritesfics

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader 36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc

@lau219

Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@peakyswritings

I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader

@shelbystales

Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@darthannie

Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader

@hllywdwhre

Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@red-write-hand

I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader

@mysaintkitten

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader

@notyour-valentine

The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby

@brummiereader

No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby

@youbyradiohead

Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillianthinker

British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillspropertea

Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillmequick

Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

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[zaraquinn]

i wish you love.

chapter ii | fragile.

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summary: You and Robert spend the night out, and internal realizations from the both of you kickstart the start of your own goals towards each other.

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tw: depictions and mentions of domestic abuse, manipulation and a toxic relationship

word count: +2.5k

female!reader x robert fischer (inception)

author’s notes and additional notes: sorry for the late upload, but here’s the next instalment! i’m happy to hear this being well received, so i’m continuing it! so whoever was waiting, wait no longer <3

masterlist !

series masterpost: coming soon !

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The doors let you go with a ding and they close. Stepping onto the main waiting area, you walked through the floor; through the waiting and meeting rooms and to a hall—the path led by shiny wooden floors. You make your way to the end of the hallway to the door of Robert’s office. His name is in bold, black letters embossed on a golden plaque.

You take a breath and lean closer to the door, the three soft knocks that announce your presence.

———

“Come in.” A voice from the other side beckons. You follow the voice and open the door, to see Robert starting to clean up his stuff, getting ready to head out. You meet his small smile as you enter the door, and immediately help him gather some papers. “Sorry Mr. Fischer, I was just checking up on you. Here, let me.” You offer and your hand gently lays on the desk close to his for the papers. Your words temporarily stop him for a moment. You were checking up on him. A small smirk made its way to his face as he slowly took the papers from you. “It’s okay Y/N, you’ve done too much today. I should repay you for your help.” He says, his voice was soft. His soft and gentle tone is rare to hear, as it was not meant for the cutthroat workplace that Fischer-Morrow was. You smiled with a mirrored smirk and a chuckle. “You do repay me Mr. Fischer; with my salary.” Your chuckle at your joke painted a bigger smile at your boss, who looked at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Don’t be silly Y/N. I mean it. You helped me more than I can count.” You looked up at your boss and smiled. Oh, what you would do to kiss him right now. Those ocean eyes are starting to make you melt under pressure. I mean, they always have, but this time he looked at you differently; you couldn’t put your finger on it. “Oh, well, of course, Mr. Fischer.” You said with a small smile.

Robert smiled sweetly, clearing his throat and feeling the nerves start to get the best of him. The words seem to be stuck at the base of his throat: his palms are starting to sweat and he can feel his heartbeat increase tenfold. The waiting look you’re giving him is making him melt.

Robert takes a breath and chuckles off the growing nerves. “And to repay you, I’m offering you to join me for dinner tonight—unless you want to of course.” Your heart felt like it was about to burst through your chest. The words that came out of your boss’ mouth were something you thought you never would have wanted. With your relationship already hanging on a single thread, your crush on Robert increased. But you never done anything considering it was unprofessional…wait. Was it unprofessional if he was asking?

You smiled and felt a heated blush touch the surface of your cheeks. “I would love to, Mr. Fischer but; would this be considered inappropriate?” You asked, crossing your arms in thought. Robert smirked shyly. “It’s for business if anyone asks. You have your organizer, correct?” He said as he finished packing his suitcase. You stood there in awe and a dumb smile. “Yeah, I do.” “Then let’s head out.” He smiles and opens the door for you. You turn around and return a short ‘thank you’ as you walk past him; trying so hard to contain the glee that’s about to jump out of your chest. Unbeknownst to you, however, Robert was doing the same thing. The sheer happiness and warmth that you said yes was hard to contain—especially on his facial features.

—

Following him closely behind, Robert swiftly walked outside, being a gentleman throughout. Letting you step first, holding the doors for you, etc. You smiled at the gesture, as you both ended up outside the large Fischer-Morrow building. With his hand on your waist leading you forward, the driver arrived just in time to open the door and collect both your and Robert’s briefcases.

Stepping into the car and settling in your usual spot, Robert did the same and muttered to the driver the restaurant name and soon, the car made it’s way onto the busy city roads.

You felt the air already get awkward and you took a breath, before turning to your boss with a smile. “So, what’s the place you had in mind?” You politely asked, hoping to lighten the air and the car ride. Robert turned his attention to you, a soft smile painting his lips. “A small place. Nothing fancy.” You chuckled, and it took Robert everything to not react the way he wanted. Your laughs and giggles were certainly music to his ears. “You know we have different definitions of fancy, Robert.” He shrugs playfully. “I don’t think so. I think we’re about the same.” You titled your head sideways, looking at him with a playful look. “I think in one of our late night overtimes in your office, fancy is very different in our books.” “I do remember. And I do like your version of fancy. It’s simple.” You too engage in small talk, like you have done thousands of times before.

“So I should expect dazzling chandeliers and high ceilings?” You humoured. He chuckled, glad you were playing along. “It’s a hole in the wall place. I usually don’t go here for meetings. It’s more personal.” He smiles, watching your blushing face under the moving lights from the street. You felt your cheeks heat up and you smiled, hiding your face as you cast your eyes downward.

———

You had arrived at the fancy restaurant with Robert. Of course, he had humorously labelled it as a “small place, nothing fancy”. You begged a differ when your eyes went wide with awe at how beautiful the restaurant was in fact, and how you immediately felt out of place.

Robert immediately took note of your equal awe and embarrassment and guided you closer to him with a hand on the small of your back. The waiter approached the two of you and led you both to your lavish table, overlooking the Sydney city skyline. “Is this okay for you?” Robert asked, taking you out of your trance. “Yes of course! This is more than okay, Mr. Fischer, I assure you.” Professionalism still lacing your voice he chuckled. “You know we’re not at work Y/N, you can call me Robert.” A breathy chuckle escaped your lips as your eyes downcast in another wave of embarrassment. Oh, the effect he’s putting on you. “Um, right, yes. Sorry, Robert.” You let out a heavy sigh and smiled up at him. “It’s just a habit I guess. I don’t necessarily see you outside of Fischer-Morrow so…” Robert smiled; his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity. “Hmm. Well, I’m sure you go out more days than I do; have friends of your own.” “I don’t. You’re probably my only real friend if had in years.” His look softened while his heart skipped a beat inside. “Sorry, that wasn’t supposed to be sad. It’s just a fact. A fact that I am okay with.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I think we are the same in that sense. You know how the company has become my life—it’s hard to form real connections nowadays. Especially with my father—” Your hands immediately go to Robert’s in comfort, noting the slight crack and tone change in his voice when mentioning his father. “—it’s okay Robert. You don’t have to talk about work and your father here. It's a safe space!” You quipped at that last part, hoping the comfort was what he needed. He gave a shy smile and a nod, agreeing with your words. “You’re right. Thank you.” And with that, the waiter had come by with already Robert’s preferred wine and water for you. He asked the two what you would order and you looked at the menu, unsure of the dishes. Barely any photos provided visuals are the countless dishes and you hid yourself in your menu, lowering your head in embarrassment. The waiter spoke to Robert, and before moving to you, he quickly leaned in closer to Robert only to leave once again.

“I don’t know what to order. All of these look…great!” That last word you said playfully, hoping that the tone would fool Robert, but it didn’t as she shared another chuckle and tapped the top of your menu to get your attention. You lifted your head to showcase your eyes and to hide the growing blush on your cheeks. Robert gave a small, but genuine laugh at your demeanour, one that he frankly didn’t have much of. “It’s okay, I gave us a few more minutes.”

The huff of relief that gave away in your expression put a permanent smile on Robert’s cheeks, and he watched you put down the menu almost immediately. He had never seen you so animated. If this is what you acted beyond work, then my god was he falling for you hard. Due to your younger age, you were somewhat more casual and cheerful at work—it was refreshing really. Especially in a cutthroat work environment like Fischer-Morrow was, everyone took themselves too seriously. Of course, that was the face of the company; but it was a marvel that you could easily be just as animated and pure yet so professional. Robert saw it as a blessing and was glad that you were able to move in under his wing. It gave some light into work, especially now since it's been nothing but getting ready for the dark inevitable.

“Thank you, Robert.” You simply replied as he helped you decide what to order. It was a lot of playful exchange, with Robert describing some of the dishes and your face squinting in confusion. Simply put, you asked what was something classically delicious that you could pronounce, and with a small chuckle, Robert helped navigate which one you would like. The waiter soon came back, took the orders and headed to the kitchen. Silence befell the two of you once again until Robert coughed to clear the air.

“So what about you, Y/N? Anything going on at home?” He started with a small smile; His eyes focusing on your delicate hands that lay on the table. You chuckled at the thought and shook your head. “No. My life outside work is not interesting.” Robert’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Not from what you tell me. And that’s coming from me, where work is nothing but my life. C’mon, what about that trip you were going to take?” You chuckled nervously. You remembered that you hinted at a “trip” away from the city, which just meant away from your abusive boyfriend and out of that horrid house. “It’s still on the table, but, I guess on hold for you and the company. We both know that you’ll need it most now that—” You stop at your words and give another breathy chuckle; catching yourself talking about work. “I’m sorry, I’m breaking my own rule.” “It’s okay, we can change the subject.” You nod along and look at Robert, only now, his expression changed from calm to worried.

He reaches for your hands and grips them ever so gently. “Y/N, are you really okay at home?” You try to retreat your hands to hide the small bruises on your knuckles but Robert immediately calms you down. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can tell me. Remember? It’s a safe space.”

Your head tilts at his words and you can feel your heart flutter. Your heartbeat also increases tenfold and your hands start to generate sweat. “It’s nothing. I…” Robert gives a worried, almost pleading look, wanting to know the truth. “I can handle myself.” And that’s all that he needed to hear as he let go of a breath. “I can make it go away Y/N.” You nod your head. It’s sweet enough but with dealing with his father already you felt guilty that you had to add to his list. “Robert, you’re really sweet but it’s okay really. You have your father and the company to worry about—“ “Y/N, you are part of the company, an important part in that too. Please.”

With your hands in his, he rubs soothing and gentle circles with his thumb on your hands. The look he gave you would surely make you melt, and that’s when you realized that you could not deny it anymore. You’re in love with Robert. And you knew what you had to do. You nod ever so slightly at his words and his eyes finally soften.

Robert felt his heart drop with the thought of someone hurting you. You could never forgive himself as she felt like he should’ve addressed it sooner, but now was the time he could do something. It was going to be hard of course, with his father and the company, but he was going to keep his word. You were the only thing in his life that made sense to him—brought him friendship, loyalty and comfort at the worst times, and if he could return and do the same for you, he would do it in a heartbeat. He realize that he does love you.

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The dinner had painted a smile on your face the entire night, and it felt great. But after Robert and his driver dropped you off back at home, you noticed the hesitation before he let you go inside. The hold on your hand lingered more than it should’ve but you didn’t care—you’d savour every moment with him if you could.

The late-night masked you in the dark home. Closing the door quietly, you made your way upstairs to the bedroom and suddenly, the lights turned on as you had quietly started to change into your pyjamas.

Your boyfriend stood in the dark. His figure sitting up on the bed looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Y/N, where were you?” You looked away, shaking your head in annoyance, switching your attention to removing your socks. Your heartbeat increased, however. “Overtime at work, I don’t need to explain again.” Suddenly, he gets up from the bed and rushes toward you, shoving you into the dresser. He traps you between him and the large dresser and his large frame. The dresser knobs dig into your back as the shock from the sudden rush startled you. “Don’t you talk back at me.” He says in a low, almost dangerous tone. Your breathing grows heavy and you immediately duck and get out between the dresser and his frame, shoving your boyfriend with all your might, he stumbles back.

He reacts with anger, throwing the nearest object at you, which is one of your favourite perfumes. The glass bottle shatters behind you and the liquid spills on the wall, staining the dark paint. You ducked just in time and moved when he threw it, missing you completely but you felt the shattered glass pieces making their way to bounce off of your back. “Stop it! I’m sorry okay?” You yelled at him. You ran to the bed, the farthest away you could get to your boyfriend when he tried to chase you. He jumps onto the bed and you try to get away, but he traps you within the bed, getting on top of you and using his weight against you.

“You really mean it?” He says, the tone of his voice different than it was before. You huffed as you were out of breath and couldn’t meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “Yes.” You say breathlessly, your tone shaky. “You know I just want to spend time with you. You’re never home and it’s driving me crazy.” He says, his voice different than his actions. “I love you. I just wanna be with you.” You nodded silently, as he started to bring kisses to your neck. You closed your eyes, exhausted with the same treatment you get every night. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes, his hand making its way underneath your shirt.

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Your boyfriend lays asleep beside you in your shared bed, completely drunk and dozed off. You get out of bed and walk over to grab your discarded shirt on the floor and wrap it around you. Making your way under the covers you scoot away from your boyfriend as far as you possibly can on your bed, and you face away from him, towards your bedside table.

You see the phone on the bedside table, thinking about Robert’s words from dinner. Your hand reaches towards it, but you hesitate and stop. Looking back at your boyfriend, you get up again from the bed and go into your shared home office, turning on the laptop. The bright screen illuminates you from the darkness and your fingers quietly type away. The screen shows you the nearest hotels and their price listings, and you open another tab for any houses and spots to rent nearby work.

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[a-nemoiia]

「 Hidden scars 」

Summary: The emotional scars from Robert's traumatic childhood pose an obstacle in his marriage.

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: A slap (he deserves it) + reference to abortion

Note: Thank you to @red-riding-wood for helping me 🫶🏻

The clicking of fine silverware against family china was the only sound piercing throught the heavy silence that had fallen over the dinning room, everyone's eyes drifted between one another, exchanging glances as if they could see the dark cloud hanging heavily over your husband's head, a visible indication of his sour mood.

Hesitation gripped your heart as you looked at Robert, his eyes distant, barely interested in the food infront of him as he pushed it around the plate, Gently, you tried to reach for his hand to comfort him, but before you could Robert withdrew his, as if your touch was meant to burn him.

The heavy scrap of wood against floor tiles caught everyone's attention, as Robert pushed his chair back, stood on his feet and excused himself, leaving you behind, sitting there under the heavy gaze of judgement from both your families.

Your heart ached, and you moved from your chair in an attempt to follow him but the cold voice of the old man stopped you"Leave him" Robert's father said dismissively, not even showing the slightest bit of concern for his only son "He's always causing trouble" he muttered under his breath, making your hand tighten around your cutlery, how could any parent be so heartless!

A couple of hours earlier...

You stood in the bathroom, frozen, your eyes locked on the plastic stick in your hand displaying two red lines. A surge of emotions took place within you, Joy, excitement but most of all fear...

Beacuse you and Robert never talked about growing your little family...well, you did, all he did was just listen, "It's still a bit early for that" he'd say, dismissing the conversation whenever you broached the topic on a random night,. It worried you, what if he wasn't ready yet? But you've been married for quite sometime now, and his father frequently asking for grandchildren only added pressure.

"Babe!" Robert called over for you but his voice couldn't pierce through the turmoil taking place inside your head, you remind motionless, your eyes kept staring at the two faint lines, as if sheer concentration could make them vanish.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice his return until he called for you again"Y/n..." robert spoke your name from the door way, still clad in his expensive suit, turning around to fully face him, you saw his gaze drift to the test in your hand, like iron to magent, with a nervous smile on your face you gently announced "I'm pregnant", Hoping that these words would bring him joy.

Unfortunately, silence was his only response, the man with blue eyes simply turned around and continued his daily routine without exchanging a single word with you. Leaving you with doubts you dreaded believing now confirmed.

That evening you remained seated at the dinner table, drained, after the families took their leave, your eyes obsereved the maids as they cleared away the plates. With a heavy sigh you rose from your seat, and made your way upstairs to where your husband was.

With a simple push, the bedroom door opened quitley, stepping inside, you found Robert standing in the balcony, gazing out into the night, slowly you made your way to him, and gently you placed a hand on his back "Robbie..." you started although you didn't know what to say "I don't want children" Robert said without turning, his voice cutting through the silence and might as well through your heart "What?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Your husband turned around to face you then, the gentle eyes you swore held the warmth of a thousand sun now cold as ice "I dont want kids" he repeated, plainly.

With a quite sigh you reached for him, smoothing his already wrinkle free shirt in a calming gesture "Robbie, I know this is sooner than expected, but I'm sure we're will be fine..." you said, in a soothing voice, trying to calm your worried husband, a loving smile tugging on your lips as visions of your happy future filled your heart.

Robert shock his head, removing your hands not so gently, he looked at you intensely, and you could see the internal conflict ragging within him"You're not listening y/n, I don't want kids, not now, not ever" he said firmly and you swore you could hear your heart splinter within your chest.

The rejection cut deep as the future which seemed to take shape inside your head shattered into a million piece...

Deep down you knew he wasn't ready, a small part of you already expected him to react this way, but you never imagined such a blunt rejection. Your thoughts raced as you looked at him, the moonlight creased his features and you searched his face for any sign that he didn't mean what he said.

"How could you keep this from me? I've talked about this countless times, not once did you think I should know about your true feeling?" you asked with a frown, your tone showing the hurt and frustration buildind inside you.

Robert strode into the room, leaving you standing in the balcony, but you matched his steps, uwilling to let him brush this topic aside anymore, not when you're already carrying his child...

Grasping his arm, you brought his strides to a halt "Don't walk away from me!" you pleaded, "I'm carrying your child Robert, I know we didn't plan this but that doesn't change anything" you continued, looking into his eyes earnestly, but Robert rolled his eyes at your statement as if he didn't believe you.

Skipitism was written all over his face"Give me a break, You think I'll believe this wasn't your plan all along?" Robert accused you, as he gestured coldly at your still-flat abdomen.

His words stung deeply. the man who always expressed his profound love to you now accused without care for your feeling. The lips that kissed away your tears now dripped with venom and the tongue that whispered sweet nothings in your ear every night now turned sharp meant to inflict pain.

Shocked, you whispered in disbelief as you fought back tears "You...you truly believe I tricked you?", his words felt like a punch in the gut. How could he think so low of you? Why right now when you've been together for years already!

A bitter scoffe escaped his lips "Why not? You've been nagging about this for how long now? A year? 2 years? Of course you'd pull up a stunt" Robert said, and before his rational thoughts could intervene, he spat his next words "Is it even mine?" anger ignited within you, mingling with your hurt, without reasoning your hands met his cheek in a sharp slap.

Silence bounced off the walls following the echo, as you both looked at each other, like two strangers on roads that don't intersect. Distrust and anguish overflowing from your eyes.

Your voice cracked with the threat of tears  "Don't you fucking dare, Fischer... If I wanted to have that kid through manipulation it would've happened long time ago, on our first night together" you said through gritted teeth.

Taking a shakey breath you continued "But that had never been my way... I'm not someone who plots behind my partner's back, I don't make the biggest life decisions alone, I don't decide for our future without sharing a word" you said, tears escaped your eyes, your chest heaving with effort to contain the pain eating at your heart, as your gaze held his.

Visably swallowing the thick sliva trapped in his throat, Robert squeezed his eyes shut before he dared to speak "We don't have to go through with it.There are ways to-...we can just stay as we are, nothing needs to change" he said quitley, his gaze avoiding yours as his words hung heavy in the air.

You couldn't fathom the suggestion that just came out from the mouth of the man who had vowed to cherish you, sharp and painful like the singing crack of a whip. However, the look in Robert's eyes didn't match the bitterness tainting his tongues...

Looking at your husband, you didn't see malice but fear, as if deeper pain and confusion was hiding beneath the surface of what he said.

Standing before you, wasn't a cruel man but a lost child, who grasped at the only answer he knew, because at least to him, it seemed better than facing failure and safer than turning anything like his own father...

The vulnerability in your husband's eyes slowly erased the anger inside of you, replacing it with compassion and empathy towards the man who was hurting as much as you right now.

Drawing a shallow breath that barely seemed to fill your lunges, you thought about your next words carefully "I believe we need time to think...I'm not going to force you into a life you didn't chose, Robert...neither can I stay where trust has been broken" you said, wiping away the traces of fresh tears staining your cheeks, you continued "... Until then, I'll be waiting for your decision, and I can only hope that this time you'll share it with me before it's too late again" with that your legs carried you out of the room

Your parting words left Robert to reflect on everything that had happened, his heart chanting prayers, matching the ones inside you, that this won't destroy everything you had built together... that this time, he'd be making the right choice, for you, him and the future of the little life growing inside you, soon to enter his world.

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[floralcyanidee]

can you recomend some dark smut (and maybe come noncon👀) fics for cillian murphy and his characters?

thank you!

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@mypoisonedvine most of their work is dark/noncon/dubcon! (masterlist)

@babybluebex here (dubcon, robert fischer), here, here, and here (yandere, jonathan crane)

@burnyouwithacigarettelighter here (sorta dubcon/noncon, jonathan crane), here (dubcon/noncon, neil lewis) they also have a dark jackson rippner work coming soon!

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@/dittywrites here (dark stuff overall, read warnings! jonathan crane)

@/rottenpumpkin13 here (dubcon, jonathan crane)

@/justwantedmynametobereallylong (NotThisAgain) here (dubcon, jonathan crane)

@/milkywaykitten here (dubcon, jonathan crane)

@/finnieston_crane here (dubcon, jonathan crane)

@/guttermutt here (noncon, jonathan crane)

@/slut4thebroken here (noncon, jonathan crane) (they're also on tumblr @slut4thebroken and are planning some other dark fics for jonathan crane and jackson rippner)

there's a plethora of dark fics on ao3, there's sooo many (too many to post all of them) but I hope you enjoy these! <3

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