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The Cure for Virginity

Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot

Summary: Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long. You should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise, she says. The best amenity in the building- Doctor Robert Laing.

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: 18+, SMUT Y'ALL (First Time, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, Doctor kink, Virginity kink, dirty talk), Cursing, Mentions of drinking, and loss, Richard Wilder being a prick. But some moments of fluff and romance.

A/N: My first time (heh) ever writing for High-Rise! I hope you guys like it! Comments, Reblogs, Private Messages, and asks about my work are always appreciated!!

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"You should be adding on the vows of poverty and obedience!"

“I’m not a nun, Charlotte!” you shot back.

“At this point, you might be!”

You huffed as you kicked your feet in the water of the pool. It was packed with people that afternoon. It was one of the new joys of the place. Even the janitors glided by to clean the floors with mops on their shoes as if they were skates, smiling.

You were getting to know the residents one by one. So far, you had befriended some of the women. Like sweet, quiet Helen with her soft brown hair and a baby bump that was overdue. Helen sat on a chair. She read a magazine as her kids played Marco Polo in the pool. And Charlotte- tall, slender, with dark hair and always a laugh in her smile. But now, the laugh was at you as she waded through the waters.

“Please shut up, we’re in a public space! There are kids everywhere! Can we discuss the sale on baked goods they have in the grocery store here instead?” you begged.

“They might as well learn! Gave Toby the Talk when he was five!” Charlotte shot back.

“Uh-Uhm- anyone watch any good shows on the television lately?” you then changed desperately.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. She shook the water from her ears, her beautiful black hair covered by a white swimming cap. She went up to the pool’s edge and folded her arms over it, resting her chin on them.

“This place has everything for you, Y/N- A grocery store, a spa, a school, a gym, and even a sex life if you want…” she continued.

You splashed the water on her face, and she laughed as she held her arms up in defense.

“But the thing is…I know someone for you. Someone more than able to take care of it…” Charlotte began.

“I’m pretty sure any average penis can do the job! And why do you care so much? It’s a personal choice about my body- none of your beeswax!” you retorted.

She raised one of her eyebrows as she swam to you.

“Not even oral?” she asked.

She would not be silenced by a refusal. You leaned in.

“No!” you whispered.

She pulled herself to the edge. Water splashed as she emerged to sit on the edge next to you.

“Y/N, I have a tip for you- two words!” she said.

She held up a fist and uncurled two fingers with the first and last names.

“Robert Laing.”

“Oh my god, you’re setting me up?” you sighed.

She shrugged.

“Why not? His tongue reached places I never thought it could!” she recalled.

Your jaw dropped.

“Are you seriously setting me up with your boyfriend?!” you cried, leaning forward.

“No! He’s not…” she answered.

“So, he’s your ex…you’re setting me up with your ex!?” you questioned.

“It was a fling- long over now. We’ve moved on. But we’re on good terms! All the women love him for a reason- he’s incredible! You’re going to lose it once, Sister Y/N, it might as well be someone who knows how to do the job. Listen to me-“

She pointed up to the above floors.

“Men have the brothel. Women have Laing.”

She flipped her legs up and walked over to the chairs.

“What do you think, Helen?!” she prodded.

You looked over to see Helen as she reclined on the pool chair. She tipped her lovely face from her magazine.

“Of Robert Laing?” she asked.

“Yeah-in bed!” Charlotte asked.

“Incredible! Nothing like it!!” Helen agreed.

Are you kidding me? Oh god- this place has a gigolo! you thought.

You forced your jaw to shut. High-Rise life wasn’t like normal life. It was a culture shock for you. Here, any proper rules about what was good or bad were out the window. People lived as they wanted and did what they wanted. There was no consequence. Each night, in the middle of the Twentieth floor, you could hear giggles and laughter. You passed people groaning and screaming with sex from their rooms. If not in the halls. The loud music from the constant partying was everywhere the second it was dark. You even heard housewives discussing what drugs they inhaled as they carried brown grocery bags.

“He’s a Shy boy. At First. But if you're alone with him in a bedroom…well, it’s a different man. But it’s not so intense that your first time with him would be too much. Unless you want to try anal,” Charlotte informed you.

You shot a look at Charlotte. Kids ran around the pool and tried to cartwheel into the water by you.

But Helen nodded and smiled. She spoke with the cherubic cheerfulness of a Disney princess.

“Oh yes, even anal with Robert is fantastic!” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Besides, you had more pressing matters. There was a party that Royal’s wife, Ann, invited you to. A full 18th-century style ball complete with costumes! And what luck that she had costumes in your size available to rent!

Your gown was a lighter color- a creamy white, right in a shade that flattered you. Every guest was dressed in white or cream in their Rococo attire, like you. Your stays loosened now that they adjusted to your body. There were peals and beading on the bodice. Your large skirt swished as you moved, enjoying a fresh glass of champagne in hand.

You went by to try and make small talk when you felt something hit your skirt and on the ground. It was a bottle of wine. Fallen to the floor. A baritone voice behind you muttered “shit!”

Your stays prevented you from slouching, you squatted down to get it. You saw a long, elegant hand also reach for it. You looked up to see a young man who was not in 18th-century wear but a modern suit. In the black jacket and pants. He stuck out like a sore thumb against all the white of the guests.

But Holy Crap he was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, a soft crop of hair a color between blonde and red, and his suit held a tall, lean frame.

“Oh- I’m so sorry! Did I get your dress?” he asked.

You both got up. Your stomach flipping, you felt self-conscious. The cut of the gown and the stays were better than any push-up bra. It was bumping up your cleavage. You felt his eyes flutter down there and then jolt back up. Your hands clasped and you brought them up to your neck in both surprise and a surge of modesty.

“No, you didn’t at all!” you insisted.

You glanced at the bottle of Riesling he had- you liked that flavor. You enjoyed getting it from many an evening at the grocery store. Especially when your bank account was low. It was affordable, crisp, and delicious.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You gave him your name. He reached his hand with a smile.

“I’m Laing. Doctor Robert Laing.”

Doctor Robert Laing? That Doctor Laing?! The gigolo!? That was who the ladies were discussing?! You thought.

You stared at him, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Oh! Doctor Laing! I heard of you,” you replied out loud.

You didn’t need to tell him the context though. You offered your hand and offered it for him to shake.

“Good things, I hope!” he added with a wink that made your heart stop.

He accepted your hand, his hands felt ice cold, but soft.

“And how do you know Royal? He wouldn’t invite you if you didn’t know him,” Robert asked.

“Not well. I do see his wife around. Got to chat with her. We wound up getting along. She invited me here. She insisted I go out and get to know the people here…moved in two weeks ago,” you explained.

“Guess I’m still new here too-Month and a half!” Robert chatted.

“What room?” you asked.

“2505,” he answered.

You got to about talking where you came from as he began to light a limp cigarette, puffing at it lightly. He was very polite. His eyes were on you, listening more than talking. You discussed what you thought of the High-Rise. If you have been to the spa yet. Who you met. You then discussed the music playing at the party. You told him the orchestra was playing ABBA. One of your favorite bands!

“Y/N, that glass is already empty- could I fetch you another drink?” he offered.

“Sure thing!”

Right as Robert turned to get your drink, a burly, bearded man in costume blocked him.

“Hey there, dickhead- this is a themed party!” he declared.

Robert Laing could hardly say a word before the brute half-picked him up, dragging him off. He held onto the Doctor’s collar like a cat carrying a kitten. Guests seeing him pass by snickered at Robert’s modern attire. But you followed.

“Hey! Put him down! He didn’t do anything!” you tried to protest.

You beat your fists at Jerkass’s arm, but he swiped you away. He ignored you as he grabbed the wine bottle from Robert’s hand. He tossed the handsome doctor into the elevator roughly. Then pushed the button for it to close.

The Doctor locked eyes with you as the doors slid shut and he vanished. His face looked sad and scared. Far from the swaggering sex maniac you heard of. “Cheap bastard” the Jerkass cursed at the bottle before tossing it on the white fur rug.

Royal’s dog, a white German Shepherd with a bow tie, approached the bottle to sniff it. You bent your knees and picked it up. Yes, it was a cheap brand. But it tasted good. And Robert was trying to be a good guest.

You hid the bottle behind your back until you snuck into the bedroom. The bed was piled with the coats and purses of the guests. You planted it in your large purse by the pillows amongst everyone’s things. Then you turned back to enjoy the party. After an hour, you left, saying you had work early tomorrow. You got your purse and punched the lift to the Twenty-Fifth Floor.

You went to room 2505 and knocked. Robert opened, bewildered. A strand of his hair had flown out and he lacked his jacket. Not that it detracted his looks, not at all.

“Here- your wine,” you offered.

You pulled the bottle from your purse and handed it to him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he answered.

“Are you okay-You look like you’ve been in a fight!” you asked.

He let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand to his head.

“No- lift broke for a bit,” he explained.

“Oh, that’s miserable! As if being kicked out wasn’t bad enough!” you commented.

He looked down at the bottle. He turned to put it on a chair and then returned to you, leaning closer against the doorframe.

“You seemed to be happy there. I’m sorry I had to make you leave,” he apologized.

“It’s alright. I came to wear this costume. Nothing more.” you added, giving the skirt a swish with your hand.

He leaned a little closer.

“You do look beautiful in it,” he complimented.

Lightning struck you. The edges of your vision had stars and you tried to even process if what you heard was real. He took a step aside, gesturing to his flat.

“But that wine…it’s not as good to drink alone. How about…how about we split it?” he offered.

You froze where you were. Your breath stopped, becoming a lump in the middle of your throat. Your hands turned sweaty.

“I don’t have any food in my stomach for that much booze…” you answered.

His eyebrows lowered, yet there was an honesty in his eyes. Even innocence. No guile to have his way with you. Not like Helen’s husband, Wilder. Wilder would charge at you. Making offers of his bed or the nearest surface. Not caring when you said no. You’d slap him and flee before he could grab you.

The soft way Robert looked at you suddenly made you panic with regret. The words flew out of you like a burp.

“Serve it with dinner and I’ll call it a deal!” you blurted.

Shit, Shit, shit, what the fuck was I thinking? you thought.

Your pulse raced. That was too forward, too bold. But then he nodded.

“Alright. I’ll make it. You don’t have to provide a thing.”

Time stopped. You could hardly believe it.

“Then it’s settled. Are you free tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yes,” Robert confirmed.

“What time?” you asked.

“Let’s say Seven.”

“It’s done. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

He smiled at you.

“I look forward to it,” he answered.

You said your goodbyes. The second you got back to your flat, you threw yourself onto the couch in a pile of white silk of your dress. You put a pillow to your face and screamed into it, kicking your legs in giddy joy. Your maturity level descending.

A date! A date! I have a date! I asked a hot guy out! And he said yes!!!! Oh my god, oh my god, how am I even going to sleep tonight??? ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The next day, you were out of coffee and bread and headed down to the grocery store. But who should also be there, wheeling a cart, but Helen. She waved at you, gesturing to you to come near her.

“What’s up, Y/N- there’s a look on your face! Was Royal’s fun?” she asked.

“Helen-I met Laing last night,” you reported.

She gasped and then smiled.

“See- lovely fellow! And a looker too, isn’t he?” she teased.

You looked down at your hands on the grocery cart with a smile that confirmed- Yes, he was handsome. Helen kept giggling, a blush on her cheeks. Then you returned up at her, an idea making you frown.

“And are you sure he’s available? I don’t want to make some poor woman miserable, even by accident!” you asked.

“Yes- not committed to anybody…he’s been around. But no attachments. If there was, I’d know!” she confirmed.

Your carts paused in the cereal aisle. You took a deep breath.

“I’m having dinner with him tonight” you announced.

“What! That’s wonderful! You did the work for us!” she chirruped, clapping her hands together.

“What do you mean ‘work’?” you prodded.

“Charlotte and I had a chat, and we had a plan- we were going to set you up with him. I’d go to you and tell you everything about him. Charlotte would go to Robert’s and sing every bit of your praises. Then you’d both agree to meet up or exchange phone numbers!”

You gave a smile and shrugged.

“Thank you-I appreciate the thought! But I’m able to find my own men and set up my own dates of course!” you replied.

You pushed your carts to a corner to talk. You then explained how you met him and the party. Returning the wine bottle and everything.

“He’s even going to cook- isn’t that thoughtful?!” she commented.

“I’m just nervous about it. Dates make me nervous,” you confided.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Helen comforted.

A lady passed by with sunglasses over her eyes and a bold shade of lipstick. Passerby’s from the aisles asked for her autograph. She half-smiled and signed notepads with a flourish. The dog in her cart leaned his nose close at them to get a whiff, wagging his tail.

“Think of this- you’ll have a lovely dinner at minimum. And at maximum- you won’t be walking when I see you tomorrow,” she reasoned, raising a hand to rub her pregnant belly.

You felt your entire face get hot with embarrassment.

“I’m not the type to kiss on the first date, much less shag! It’s only a dinner-not a wedding night! But I’ll let you know how it goes. So don’t get your hopes up! And Helen, And that goes for Charlotte too! I know you’ll tell her!” you insisted.

Both of you wheeled your carts to get in the long line for the cashier.

“But I still have to…impress him,” you blubbered. Could you even live up to the other women here?

Helen rubbed your back, “If he didn’t like you, he’d say no. Y/N, you know he’s nice! Just wear your best dress-that should make you feel confident!”

You let out a deep exhale. Your carts moved forward in the line.

“Part of me is tempted to cancel. Save myself the embarrassment. Or the heartbreak,” you confessed.

Helen leaned into you.

“Charlotte says he sunbathes in the afternoons. Naked. Get to her place and look down if you want a peek at what to look forward to. That might convince you to go forward.” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Holy shit, this can’t be real. I can’t be doing this, you thought.

Your heart was racing, your finger shaking as you pressed the button to go to the Twenty-Fifth floor. Up it went, up, up, up. You could chicken out and run away, but no- that was being a coward. Didn’t you want this in the first place? Hell, you were the one who flat-out asked him!

What if it all went wrong? What if then he hated you? What if you hated him? Yes, he was incredibly handsome but handsome men could be total pricks. Wilder was as handsome as they come. But the man was a slimy, creepy rat bastard you wanted to shove off the highest balcony. If only Helen would divorce his sorry ass by now. She didn’t deserve him. But what if Wilder was a sweet guy back then? What if when Helen began dating him, he wasn’t like that? People change. What if Robert seemed okay at first and then turned into an asshole who broke your heart or hurt you? What then?

But all that was for later. Now was now.

It’s a free dinner, at least you thought remembering Helen’s words.

Taking a deep breath, the elevator dinged, and you stepped out to the hall.

You checked a hand mirror in your pocket to make sure your makeup was right, and that there weren’t any noticeable stains in your teeth. Your dress was blush pink, showing your shoulders and snug on your body with a flared skirt. Pink, how ironic- that mix of innocent white and passionate red. You had jewelry and earrings complete with heels. The heating broke throughout for a few hours, and you wore a coat over your dress from the chill of the building.

There it was, checking the notepad you had in your pocket and then double-checking, it was the right room- 2505. You entered, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

You knocked on the door and saw him. Your body froze at the sight of him. If this was real. If he was real. He was in a white dress shirt with a grey jacket and black tie. So simple, but so becoming. His eyes were soft when they looked at you, like the gaze of a doe. This couldn’t be the wild sex maniac the women of the High-Rise gossiped about. The man they went to for sex as they went to the spa for massages. Or was he?

“Hello, Robert….” You greeted.

He opened it.

“Please…come in…can I take your coat?”

“Yes…”

You sucked in the air when you felt him behind you, his hands raised up. Taking your coat. They were gentle as they brushed against your shoulders. You felt his eyes drink you in from behind. Seeing your dress. Seeing the outline of your body. But you did not raise an arm or hand to cover yourself, you let him look. He walked over and put the coat over a hook on the wall.

“Welcome, Y/N. You look lovely again. Make yourself at home,” he greeted with a smile.

Your chest fluttered as you mumbled a “thank you.”

You noticed the room- one wall had a tiny square of grey paint on it. But the other walls were tall and brown with rectangular columns- sleek and modern. A few boxes were in the back. There was a photo pinned to one wall of him in a casual shirt smiling and hugging a young woman. You thought you glimpsed a bed in one corner and promptly turned your head away to ignore it. Near the dinner table was a sliding glass door to a balcony like every house as the sun had finally set and it darkened to nighttime. The room was lit a little low- not garishly bright. But not too dark.

You saw him in his lovely suit and his tie. You smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, Robert. The place looks wonderful,” you complimented.

He gallantly pulled out the chair at the table for you. You made a smile too big for your face and your stomach fluttered. Robert made his way to the other end. There was the Riesling along with a small salad bowl and a meal.

“Well, what brought you here?” you asked.

Robert’s hand froze, fork in mid-air.

“It was my…my sister,” he answered.

“She invited you?”

“No, she died…” he replied.

This man at the party held himself like a demigod, a touch of the divine within him. But at the mention of his sister, here you were with the mortal half.

“Oh, Robert…that’s awful…” you said.

He began to blink. He then reached into his pocket, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and began to smoke. His hands were still shaking after a several puffs with the cigarette. You saw a tear in the duct of his eye. You got up, went to your coat pockets, retrieved tissues, and hurried over to give him one.

“Here…here…” you said.

You heard sniffs. You then handed him a glass of water from the kitchen, and he began to gulp it up. His eyes were puffy with quiet tears. He then glanced at the photo.

“We were close. And she was the nicest, most genuine person you could imagine. She had a full life…but not a long one…” he continued.

“Robert, that’s still a tragedy…and you should grieve how you want….” You comforted, leaning closer to him.

Looking down at your hands, you saw they fidgeted. Glancing around the room, you wondered if now the right time was to even have this dinner. You retreated two steps from him.

“Do you need some space? I can go back to-”

“No! No- please! Please stay…” Robert pleaded, leaning forward in his chair, a hand up to stop you.

“Alright, I will.”

You returned to the chair and sat down.

“Sometimes, I’m over her. I think I’ve stopped crying…then it hits me…I’m sorry, Y/N, you weren’t expecting a crying mess….” He confided.

“I’m pretty sure losing a beloved sibling would make any person into a crying mess…” you reasoned.

He then looked at the dinner…

“We should start. The food might get cold,” he reasoned.

You sat down and began with the rolls in a basket on the table.

“So, tell me…tell me more about your job! I know you’re a doctor,” you queried.

“Well, I’m a physiologist. And a professor…” he said.

As he dug into the salad, his shoulders began to lower. His lips curled to a small smile as he looked at you.

“Not just a medical doctor? That’s impressive. That requires lots of studying to get approved!” you praised, nodding your head.

“I teach physiology to medical students in training. How to do autopsies. One poor chap flat out fainted once in the middle last month.”

“Well, can’t blame him! I see too much gore in a horror movie, and I have to cover my eyes!” you commented.

“It’s the human body! It’s fascinating!” he said, gesticulating with his hands.

He grinned wider and set the cigarette on an ashtray on the table. The salad and main course and side dishes vanished. Time passed easily talking to him. One topic you discussed excitedly so much that you had to freeze your hands from knocking over the Riesling bottle placed next to you. He lit a new one, and began to absent-mindedly smoke, but kept his eyes on you. You sipped on your glass and realized he had finished this.

“Oh, the bottle…it’s on the other side,” he commented.

“Here, let me bring it over. Would you like me to pour it for you?” you offered.

“Yes…”

You went over and poured the glass. He picked up the cigarette, the smoke curling up to twist and melt into the air. Then he looked at you with reverence above him. It was a nice picture. Domestic even. Your gaze met his and you pulled up the wine bottle before you could overflow his glass by accident.

Feminism was leaving your mind like filtering sand each second you laid eyes on him. Could you see yourself as his wife already? Was it too soon?

You could see yourself waking up next to him. Fixing him coffee in the morning. Adjusting his tie before he went to work, asking for him to tell you every bit of it as you gave him a demure kiss on the cheek. When it came to the time, he would be back home, you’d dress up with lipstick, skirts, pearls, and perfume just like now. You would have dinner prepared on the table or a hot bath too for good measure. He would enter and greet you with one of the smiles that made you flutter and a deeper kiss than that in the morning. You would pour him a drink when he came in. He’d praise the dinner but then look at you. Saying he’d rather devour you. Then pick you up. Carry you to the kitchen countertop. Shove away the leftover ingredients. He’d make hickeys across your pearl-draped neck. Then he'd push you to lie down on it. He’d lift your skirt, drop his pants and fuck you senselessly on the countertop until….

The footsteps of people out in the hall snapped you back. You felt your entire body clench, arousal already soaking your panties. A pit in your stomach with the food. You made yourself swallow the fantasy out. That was for later. You had to be present. Your body felt hot like it had a fever. Returning to your seat, you poured yourself another sip of Riesling. Grateful that he chilled it. Robert turned his head to the outside balcony, gesturing to it.

“Ah- look outside! It’s beautiful tonight! Sometimes I can hear the crickets…or see the stars,” he suggested.

The two of you went out to the balcony and looked up and out. You saw some stars, whatever wasn’t blocked by the fog of London nearby. Crickets chirruped from below. Both of you admired it for a few minutes.

He turned to you, flicking his cigarette off the end. It was like a tiny, red star before blinking into nothing. As if it dissolved into the night air before hitting the pavement.

“Y/N, thank you for earlier…and for returning the bottle…” he said with a smile.

“You’re welcome. They were dicks to you. And it’s a good wine. And thanks for opening up about your sister-I think there are half-off roses at the store. I’ll send some to you in her honor, just tell me a color…” you offered.

“I should be the one getting you flowers. I had work and had to cook the food- ran out of time,” he explained.

“Well, I’m not the one who needs it!” you quipped.

He chuckled warmly. You realized he was leaning closer. And you could pick up his scent- cigarette smoke and cologne mixed up in the drink that was Doctor Robert Laing. His eyes hypnotized you. His face, smooth and handsome, transfixed you. You felt his hands on your waist. You felt him lifting you up, sitting you down on hard brick and mortar. But your gaze never left his. You looked down and he up.

“Robert, I…” you began.

But the words stopped. Your thoughts stopped.

His eyes went to your lips. Then he touched your cheek. That cold, soft hand. He began to lean forward.

Oh God, Oh god, oh god, ShitFuckShitFuck, it was about to happen! You thought in a thrilled panic.

Before you could close your eyes and seal the kiss, you felt a gust of cold wind on your back. You were so transfixed by him that you didn’t register where he put you. Blinking and then turning around, you saw he had set you to sit on the balcony. Right over the twenty-five floors below to the hard concrete. A push of his arms and you were a goner.

You let out a scream.

You wrapped your arms around him. You clung onto him like a koala and buried your face into his neck.

“Robert! Please!” you cried.

You could feel his smile, but he wrapped his arms around you. His hands were on your back, supporting you, keeping you safe.

“Okay- it’s okay, I got you,” he assured.

“Take me off- now!” you insisted.

He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up like you were as light as a toy doll and setting you down. He wiped his hands on his sides.

“I’m so sorry. Some of the women liked that. I should have asked,” he apologized.

“It’s okay-you got me off!” you assured him.

“Here, I know what’ll make you feel better. I brought my records with me…would you like to hear one?” he asked.

You nodded. He brought out a box. There was such a wide variety that he collected. He insisted on not sticking religiously to one genre. Good music was good music. He offered you your choice of albums. You selected one of the old-school crooners from the fifties. He set it on and began to play it. The album started as you both sat there, listening. The music melting your adrenaline from the balcony. You turned and felt him look at you. He then offered an open hand.

“Can we…can we dance?” he offered.

“Yes.”

You felt him pull you up. You felt him take one hand in your other and you felt him reach an arm around your waist to your back. You both moved. It wasn’t as much dancing as it was gentle swaying. But he was so graceful, so soothing you didn’t care.

“Robert, why did you say yes to dinner?” you asked.

“I’ve been lonely here, Y/N. I wanted company. And after that party, I wanted your company…you made this lonely man feel a little less lonely in this place here.” he explained.

The crooner’s voice went up to end the song and a new one began.

“Your hands…they’re cold. Doctor’s hands are always cold,” you commented.

“Then here,” he offered.

Robert put one hand to his face, letting out an exhale. on the palm. Then he rubbed it on his pants. The friction creating more heat. Then he grasped your hand again.

“No cold hands, no?” he asked.

“Much better,” you nodded.

“Y/N, would you like to learn something medical?” he asked, continuing to sway with you.

“Yes.”

“You can feel the pulse in various places in the body, yes, but that includes your stomach. And that’s for a certain kind of pulse- PMI. Point of Maximum Impulse,” he explained.

“Where is it on me?” you asked.

“Well, can I touch you with my cold doctor's hands?” he quipped.

“Yes,” you answered with a giggle.

He lowered his hand to press the flesh gently beneath your left breast, and between rib bones. You inhaled sharply at his touch.

“There. That’s the PMI- one of the strongest beats from your heart. You can guess certain heart diseases feeling it,” he taught.

“And what can you tell about my pulse, Doctor Laing?” you asked.

His cheeks became pink at the word.

“That it’s…it’s racing…very fast.”

“And why does the heartbeat race? You’re the expert,” you teased.

“Anxiety or danger… but also excitement…”

“What about yours? How is your pulse?” you asked.

“Here…why don’t you tell me yourself…” he offered, smiling back.

You lifted your hand from his and placed it on the left side of his chest, over his grey jacket. You could feel it starting to race.

“It’s going fast too…” he whispered.

“From anxiety, danger…or excitement…”

“Yes…”

Robert then leaned forward, his nose grazing yours. An inch before, almost seeking permission. You gazed at each other’s eyes and then lips.

And finally, they touched sealing into a kiss. You felt him press you tight- an embrace you would never want him to release from. He held onto you. The music swelled- it was now a romantic ballad. He let go.

“I had a good night tonight,” Robert told you.

“I did too…”

His hand dropped to touch the side of your face. He kissed more and more. He pushed his tongue in, and you made a noise at the feel. Only to kiss him more. You felt his hand on your lower back press you closer. Your hips were connecting. Arousal soaked you down below. But even more this time. This time it was real. The friction made you chilled, hypnotized. Nothing, no one else mattered- except him.

“I…I don’t want it to end now….” He confessed.

He kissed you, but then you realized he had guided you right into the column before the kitchen, and he was pawing at your clothes, looking for the zipper in your back. Your mind then went blank in surprise.

“Robert- wait! Please, wait!” you pleaded breathily, putting a hand on his chest to stop.

He paused. His arms fell. A strand of hair was loose and his lips were bright pink.

“Did the ladies tell you about me?” you asked.

“No,” he reported.

“I know you’re experienced but I never…never did this before, Robert…” you explained.

“Oh...alright…” he nodded.

No comments. No words of lack of surprise nor total surprise. No laughter and no judgment. No teasing. He only accepted it as a fact, like the earth was round.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I got excited. I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot- but I’ll stop,” He apologized.

He took a few steps back.

Yet the look of him made you light-headed with lust. All yours if only for this night. The raving reviews of the women taunted your mind. And the creeping, slivering desire you felt for Robert Laing overwhelmed you. You realized you didn’t want to call it a night and return home. It was the first step of a steep hike. The view from above would be worth each nerve-wracking step. And that he felt for you…

Your heart was racing out of control. Your head was clear despite the wine, the pooling in your body was urging at you, telling you. It's time. You're ready. And you know it. You want this. You want him.

“I told you to wait… not to stop. Not completely. I trust you. I want this. And I want it to be you…” you directed.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, stepping forward.

You slide a hand behind his head, through his hair. He kissed you further, deeper. You moaned into it.

“The bed. If it’s the first time, you need the bed…” he whispered.

You would let him have you anywhere, but you still smiled. He led you over there to that bed. He laid you down.

“Look at you in that dress, it made me want to ruin you the minute you came in,” he growled.

He kissed you hard and passionately. You sighed into it. Some gentle pressure from his push and you laid down on the bed. He laid on top of you and you felt his weight. It wasn’t to crush you, but just enough that it was like an embrace. You felt a gasp from your lips as he undid his tie and tossed it to the side. His hands raised your skirt. He grinned seeing the nicest lace underwear you had selected. Already visibly stained by how wet you were.

“Here…I’ll make you ready even more, darling…” he said.

He crept a finger down the hem. He then looked up.

“Can I?” he asked.

“Yes, you can…” you nodded.

You let out a gasp feeling his finger inside you. He moved it around and you shuddered. A gasp that stopped in your throat as he stretched you out, felt your walls, getting deeper. He explored you and you had to get used to it- the newness, the intrusion. But you didn’t want him out yet. He licked his lips as he curled it up, eliciting a small moan from you. You felt him move up your folds and then finding your clit. As he began to circle it, you splayed a hand over his back and grabbed onto his jacket. A shuddering sound escaped you. The man was fully clothed but you were already a mess for him. You began to writhe as he circled it more, in response, a groan came out of you.

“There?” he asked.

“There!” you confirmed in a gasp.

“More, my dear-more?” he asked.

“Yes…then keep them- oh!” you cried, interrupted as he put in a second finger.

You felt your own legs open wider for space. He found the right spot, and you began whimpering. Neck arching and close your eyes to keep feeling it. Then he removed it, wiping the juices on your thigh. You felt cold, and empty without them in you. But that was only the first stage; preparation.

“Can’t believe I’m your first. First to touch you. First to ruin you. First to fuck you. I don’t want any man after to compare to me,” he boasted.

Your fingers began to grip the sheets to steady yourself. Both of you tossed away your shoes.

He unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled him forward, kissing him again, but moving to the lobe of his ear, his neck. He removed your dress. He took off your stockings, kissing your stomach as it glided over and letting it float down to the floor. You were in a bra and underwear. You raised a hand to cup his cheek. Despite the shakiness in your hands and your own brain racing through the fog of arousal, fear, and thrill. You pulled him in to kiss him again, not caring that your teeth clank. He wrapped an arm around you, and you felt the warmth right on your skin.

“We have some walls to test here. I want you to be screaming for the neighbors to complain,” he voiced, taking off his jacket to toss on the floor.

You half sat up and helped him to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With a smooth movement, he removed his pants. You saw the erect outline through his white underwear. You felt your eyes widen as you saw him. Tanned and ripped, clear muscles, strong biceps, and a wide chest and shoulders. He smiled proudly as you sat there ogling him.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“That’s good. I like what I see too. There’s just one thing that could be better,” he said.

He went back to kiss you and felt one hand reach to your bra strap in the back. Both of you forgot about the enforced chill of the apartments. You had the fire of bare skin on bare skin. He paused and looked down at your exposed breasts with a smile. He raised his hand, grazing a thumb over your nipple. You shivered from it.

“This exquisite and uninvaded. Untouched. Looks like I’ll have to end that…” he mumbled.

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you back down, and you peppered kisses all over his jaw and his neck. You even found his earlobe and pecked it. You felt his own hardness press on you as well as his leg. A thin line of cloth on both of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Keeping your bodies from joining. Ache. Need. You felt him against you. Your hips rocked to his and Laing let out a groan. He teased his hardness against your clothed entrance.

“And you know the procedure, Doctor?” you teased with a heated giggle.

“I know it well if you want it,” he replied, his breath hot against you.

“Yes, please…I need you to fuck me,” you mewled, arching your shoulders back, tits splaying.

You never heard this tone in your voice. Wanton. Downright pornographic. But here it was.

You felt his own hips against yours and a shudder between you both. Then he crawled up, and you felt his hardness outline on your stomach. He looked at you.

“Then, keep laying supine…and keep calling me Doctor…” he requested.

He kissed one breast, eliciting a moan from you. He moved on to the other. Your arms reached down until your fingers traced his shoulders. You found his hair and combed all ten of your fingers through it. He moved down to kiss your hip bone. His own hands went up, tracing the side of your leg.

You felt his long fingers splaying over your hip bones and the hem. He was slow- as if enjoying feeling every inch of you. Curling around the hem, he pulled the panties down your thighs. He put them through your knees, through your calves, and off. As if this was a ceremony. Your heart drummed further, your head spinning as he looked down on you. He looked at you bare. His eyes kept between your legs, licking your lips at the sight of your sex.

He removed his underwear and kicked it away. He was already dripping small pearls. You swallowed a gasp. He was monstrous…not that you had any before to compare it to. He returned to hover over you. He pried your legs open with his hands, warm from his breath but also the touch of your skin. You felt your own hips arch forward for him.

You glanced over to the side, seeing the night. It was dark against the soft lights of the apartment. The sky was clear. Stars finally outshone the city smog. A beautiful, peaceful night indeed. A perfect night to lose your innocence to Laing.

He then tipped a finger beneath your chin, moving you to face him.

“I want to see you, I want to look in your eyes when I’m the first one to fuck you, the first to enter you. I want you to look at me,” he rasped.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Looking right into his eyes, you opened your shaking legs. He sank into you. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Moans coming out of you. Then he moved his hips and let it all in.

You let out one little cry when he was fully inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and his moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. He panted right next to you. He kept his eyes on you. Knowing how special this moment was. He finally claimed you. Nothing else would change that now in the future. Robert Laing was the first to enter you. The first to show you sinful bliss.

Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

Your breath hitched when finally, he was inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and a moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

“There…there’s a good girl…like that…” he rasped.

He thrust into you again, and again. A voice flew out of you, a voice you never knew you had. He began to pick up only slightly. You gasped- you liked this.

“Yes! Yes, yes! Doctor-fuck- yes!!” you hissed.

You tilted your head back, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation when he cupped your jaw and pulled it down. You opened your jaw as he traced a finger over your lips.

“Remember-eyes on me….” He panted.

You let his face meet yours. His lips grazed yours in an open kiss. He even took his forehead and pressed yours against it. You felt his breath hot against you.

“Angel, can you…can you take more?” he asked.

You nodded, your hands reaching to that strong back and digging your nails in. He responded by snapping his hips right into you, such a hard pull you felt the invasion arrange your insides.

“Doctor!” you cried out.

It was the sweetest invasion, the pinprick of pain that brought pleasure. He picked up the speed. His own groans from his pink lips serenade your whorish moans. Then more.

“Fuck, you’re-you’re tight. Shit-shit- taking me so well, there- there’s- fuck!-my good girl,” he whimpered as he picked up the pace.

You felt yourself get dizzy. Your hands around, reaching his hair and raking your nails deeper onto his back. He had found the right spot, your hips meeting his, but angling- deeper, with the speed increasing. You were sliding against the bed, yet you weren’t stopping him. He then took your lower thighs and lifted them, he reached the upper angle, near your clit. He was getting rougher.

“Doctor-Yes-oh, Jesus- Yes-yes!” you were yelling.

His thrusts were wilder. Faster. He grunted and groaned, eyes down on you. Here was the passionate man the women raved about. The desk next to the bed was shifting around with how deeply, quickly, and powerfully he was fucking you. And the bed itself was denting against the wall.

Something was bubbling inside you. Building up. He was cursing, then crying out your name. Something was building in you. Like you were going to break if you let it grow. Like you would die. But you wanted to. at the sound as he slammed you, hips slamming into yours as he kept up the fast rhythm. All as he looked you in the eye and you in his eyes. Then he put a finger in your slit and curled it on your nub.

The pleasure was rising. More moans came out of you. Not quiet ones. Bubbling up wilder as he stroked you there. About to spin out of control. You weren’t going to last.

“D-Doctor- I think I’m- I think I’m going to-“

“Cum-darling-cum, cum with me!” He was yelling as well, meeting your volume.

It built higher, higher, until-

You let out a last, loud cry.

The spinning pleasure snapped in you. You took in a slight gasp as the shockwaves of your peak. You felt him give a last shout of your name as he came too. He was pulsing inside you, and you felt yourself shake, an ache in your own pussy and legs. The record had stopped playing and there was only the white noise of the vents above you. The heat had come back on. Not that you or Robert needed it.

You fell together, feeling the eclipse of your shared high. You saw the ceiling spin above you. Slowly arriving back to. The apartment reeked of sex, of your bodies, of sweat, and the heat of passion. He pulled out of you; you could hear his own quick breaths. Trying to catch his own. Your entire body was heavy from your climax, craving sleep.

“Are you okay?” he asked, touching a hand to your shoulder.

“I’m…I’m tired…tired and wonderful,” you replied.

He smiled.

“I’m glad then…” he said.

You nestled close and wrapped an arm around him. Good night, you couldn’t have asked for a better hour.

“Robert, Thank you. I’m glad it was with you…” you complimented.

“So, I take that you liked it?” he quipped.

“I loved it- Doctor,” you answered with a giggle.

As you nestled closer to him, he laughed back with you. The laughter made his body under your arms jilt up and down. The sound rumbled and echoed through your skin. There was something pure about it. Sweet.

He let go. But it felt too soon. You wanted to hold him for longer. Cuddle him. Kiss him on the cheek and forehead. Call him every pet name under the sun. You leaned on your side and traced the outline of his cheek down to his shoulder. He blinked and watched your hands, unused to the intimacy. Then he shifted closer to lay on his side parallel to you. You wrapped your arms around each other.

“Can I stay?” you proposed.

His eyes went wide. His jaw went slack. Then he nodded.

“Yes- Y/n, please! I never had anyone stay over the night…” he confessed.

Your eyebrows shut up.

“You’re kidding!” you gasped.

Comparing you to his ex-lovers on a first date wasn’t a wise choice for a man. But there was a sadness in his voice. It made you halt. It made you listen.

“They’d take me. And then they’d leave. Not say a word when I passed them at the store. Like I was no different than their plumber…”

You traced a finger over his bare chest. Drawing figures as he beamed down at you.

“Then I’ll stay…but I might need my toothbrush tomorrow. My breath will stink if you kiss me in the morning,” you reminded him.

“I’ll brave it then,” he responded.

He leaned in to kiss you. Both of you settled in closer. Never letting go of the other. Discussing everything. Discussing nothing. Your exhaustion from your orgasm won over and you both melted into a peaceful sleep, there in room 2505.

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Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

updated January 26, 2024

Multiple Character Headcanons/Listicles

• Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

• How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters on Their Wedding Day (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters Celebrating the New Year (With You)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• She’s a Lady and I am Just a Boy: On the first day of taking ‘Fundamentals of Shakespeare’ at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor.

• Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery (College AU, crossover with Rory Slippery from Fortysomething)

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

I’ve Decided, I Will Not Let Your Shadow Separate From Me: After being elected the consul, Coriolanus receives many things - sleepless nights, pointless riots from the lower-class citizens, and you, his new personal slave. While the sleep deprivation and the noise from the plebeians annoy him to no end, he finds himself obsessed with you. (Yandere)

The One That I Desire: A general must always be in control, according to General Caius Marcius Coriolanus . But there often comes a time when even the most powerful general falls to temptation. And for Coriolanus, that temptation is you.

Henry V/Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Fairytale: While riding upon your horse in the woods, you come across a stranger with a silver tongue and golden curls. And he calls himself “Hal”. (Basically a meet-cute with fluff.)

• You Will Be Mine : The prince of England quickly becomes obsessed with you, a servant brought to his chambers to serve him breakfast. And there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you as his. (Yandere)

• First Time In London: Three days into your new life in London, you find yourself in a café after one of the dreariest mornings ever. Standing behind you in line is none other than Henry Plantagenet, a handsome gentleman with a zest for life and a romantic outlook that feels too good to be real. (Modern AU)

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

•So Much More: While holidaying in Switzerland at the Hotel Meister, you find yourself constantly being stood up by each and everyone you meet. And each time, the night manager Jonathan Pine is there to comfort you after delivering the bad news. But it’s really just part of the job…right?

• The Forbidden Room: Part One, Part Two : During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

• My Dearest Diamond : After nearly two years of working for MI-6, Jonathan tried to get in touch with you, the girl who stole his heart when he worked at Hotel Meister. For three weeks, the two of you rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you booked a five-day trip to London to see him.

As he prepares to make this holiday special for you, Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you…and carries out one last errand before you land.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Being Married to Robert Laing would Include...

Loki of Asgard from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love: You, a lady-in-waiting of Asgard’s Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki have been inseparable for years. What started with a mere look becomes something more precious. (Fluff)

• A Better King: While shopping with Thor in Mumbai (to kill time while Tony Stark is busy with a meeting), Loki learns about the “king” of Bollywood…and decides that he himself could be a better king.

• Take All of Me: Loki takes great delight in “ruining” his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time (corruption kink, smut)

• Dandelions: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

• Beauty is Where You Find It: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

• They’ll Call Your Crimes a Work of Art: A journalist for a small magazine in New York, you’ve been assigned to write a piece about the recent attacks led by Loki. So, you have a look at Loki himself to get your own perspective.

• Little Darling: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

THE PHANTOM OF ASGARD (THOR: THE DARK WORLD LOKI X READER)

Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is?

Part One

Part Two

FOR ALL TIME, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (TVA LOKI X WIFE!READER)

Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs...and everything seems a little too good to be true. (inspired by Wandavision)

Part One

Part Two: Mrs. Laufeyson

Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Part Four: Kitty Makes Three

THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)

For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign

• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)

• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)

You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs

• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland

• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.

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︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵۵ 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @maydayaisha 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣. 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯!𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳! 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐. 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ summary: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘warnings! 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 . 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 3.8𝘬

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘author's notes 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥(𝘰𝘧𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦…𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺). 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘴𝘬. 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

𝘱.𝘴: 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Tonight felt lonelier than others. Your body wouldn't allow you to sleep, finding yourself on the balcony of your high-rise condo smoking a joint with a glass of whiskey in your hand. The cool air tickled your flesh as the moonlight kept you company, beaming at the ochre of your complexion to keep its presence known. Your chestnut eyes, slightly reddened from the joint, stared blankly at the sky. All you could think about was him. The man you were in love with, who you knew as, SP. A mysterious love it was, but you didn't care. There was something about him that your heart couldn't resist.

You were on your way home from work the night you met. Two unknown men were following you, causing you to take unnecessary detours. As you hit the corner, you ran into SP. He saw how frightened you looked, allowing his eyes to wander behind you. He took notice of the situation in which he pretended to be your friend. The meeting wasn't ideal. However, it established the relationship you currently had. Since that night, you've remained somewhat in contact. Although you didn't see him as often as you wished, the moments spent felt as if you had known him for an eternity. He was kind beyond words. His naturally relaxed demeanor kept you at ease every time you were together. Though, you couldn't help but get worried.

SP was an assassin. This was one of the first things he told you as your relationship began to grow intimate. It took you back some, but honestly, it was nothing that would cause you to cut ties with him. If anything, you were concerned for his well-being. SP assured you that he was good at what he does, so you kept your worries to yourself because you couldn't do anything but trust him. If only you could see him more. However, you knew his line of work always kept him on the go. What he did for a living was fucked up, but the person he is and how he treated you was all that mattered. And let's just say he cared for you well—especially in the bedroom.

On a few occasions, SP would come over to your condo (which he brought, by the way), and would fuck you passionately in those satin sheets as if it was his last. Every vein on his dick would pleasurably graze your walls, constantly kissing your cushion to perfection. Your voices would intertwine in beautiful harmony, creating a playlist of your moans and sounds of pleasure. It was foolish of him to tell you to keep your options open. Why would you? It was silly, but you'd rather keep your occasional intimate moments than waste time with someone else. No other man would compare even if you tried.

You missed him so much that it hurts. It's been three months since you last saw SP. The last you heard from him was through a pay phone stationed in Kyoto. Your face grew warm just from the timbre of his voice. Smooth and raspy, you thought. The call lasted five minutes, but every minute used was him telling you how he couldn't wait to have you in his embrace once more. As you, too, felt the same. You needed him with you badly. Your favorites were those nights when you would smoke a J and down a whiskey bottle together. SP wasn't much of a talker, but you knew, based on the soft smile on his face, you would always have his undivided attention. Just thinking about him caused a lone tear to escape your eye as you attempted to take a puff at the near burnt-out joint.

You grew frustrated from the lighter not sparking a flame, delaying you from finishing the rolled cannabis. But your frustration soon turned into relief, more so shocked, from the presence behind you.

There he was, resting his hand on your hip as the other used his lighter to light the joint held eagerly between your lips. You turn around to meet with those chocolate-colored eyes, having a doe-eyed expression yourself. It's like you were staring at a ghost. Three months you haven't seen this man, and here he was, standing on your balcony with you. You were happy yet angry. How could he leave for so long? All he gave you was a five-minute phone call. You parted your lips to argue, but the tears rapidly decorating your cheeks caused you to look away, forming a thick lump in your throat.

Although you weren't looking at SP, you could feel his expression soften as he continued to survey your features. Your beauty was everything to him. Something he's never seen before. SP felt guilty. Regardless of him telling you to keep your options open, he should've known that wouldn't have happened. You haven't told him, but he knew you felt strongly for him. It was more than just sex. Those conversations while being under the influence felt like once-in-a-lifetime moments. At times, he couldn't believe you allowed a stranger into your home, knowing only his age and profession. You didn't even know his real name, but there was something about his company that made you feel safe.

His hands rested on your cheeks, turning your face to meet his gaze again. His thumb brushed under your eyes to wipe away your tears. Even in distress, you took a puff of your joint, causing SP to softly chuckle. No matter how sad you were, you thought it was nothing cannabis couldn't fix. Your face was to his, but your eyes averted elsewhere. He took the opportunity to place a delicate kiss on your lips, and you instantly melted from the action. You could be mad at him all you want. However, you knew you were just hurt from being without him for this long. Foolish of you to fall in love with a man you didn't know, but your heart made no mistake saying otherwise.

The kiss was meaningful, having varieties of emotions. Longing. Pain. Nostalgia—Love. You set aside your blunt on the ashtray, holding onto his wrists as your tongues danced with one another. SP groaned from the taste of the mixed toxicants and how sweet you were. How plush and cozy those two-toned lips of yours felt against his. The high he felt off you was the best he ever felt. After parting lips, you finally looked at him to take in the features you loved so much. Your fingers would get lost in his dark, messy hair as you straddled his lap. Those warm eyes would burn through your soul. That distinctive scar under his left eye made you question how it got there, ensuring to always kiss it when you made love. It was him. He was here.

"You're here," you breathed.

"I am. I've missed you so much."

Your eyes began to well. "What took you so long? I was okay with weeks, but three months?"

"I know—I'm so sorry. It's just this assassin shit isn't easy."

"I understand," you said doubtfully, lowering your head.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, [Y/N]." Doing as he says, you meet his gaze, eyes slowly blinking from the substances in your system. "I worked nonstop. No sleep until I came back here to you. I'm sorry. I should've gotten in contact with you to let you know it was going to be a while. I'm here now, okay?"

You gave him a soft smile. "Okay."

"May I?" he asked, referring to taking a puff from your near-done joint. You nodded, causing him to stick the substance between his lips to light. As he did so, his eyes began exploring your appearance. You wore a red silk robe and underneath was a sexy black two-piece lingerie set. SP only got a glimpse of your full thighs and the plushness of your round breasts, immediately getting hard. "You're fucking someone else?"

You gave him a side-eye while pouring a glass of whiskey. "Yeah, and you're interrupting. He should be over any minute."

"Haha, bullshit."

"Hm, that's what you think?"

He inhaled the substance, pulling you by your waist to brush his mouth over yours, "That's what I know," then exhaled in your mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours. This kiss was more heated than the initial one. SP was so desperate for you as you were for him. Without parting from you, he set aside the bite-size joint on the ashtray, tapping at the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You cuffed his face to deepen the kiss, flicking your tongue across his lips before sucking the bottom into your mouth. As you continued, he returned inside to sit on the corner of your bed.

As you straddled his lap, you removed your silk robe to reveal that sexy lingerie set. He hissed, seeing how the moonlight instantly gravitated to the umber in your complexion, causing your skin to beam beautifully. SP yearned for this exact moment all three months he has been away from you. Those sexy photos you printed for him helped him fist his cock every night, mewling your name in despair once he reached his climax. He was a hot cumming mess, but it was nothing compared to being deep into your velvet walls. It was good you were on birth control because he always ensured to fill up you perfectly every time he fucked you.

You eagerly took off his shirt, grinding against his hardened erection, pleasurably sighing at the friction. The kisses you left along his neck were sinfully filled with need. You flattened your tongue, taking long and slow strokes, tasting the mixture of his amber-scented cologne and sweat. The actions may not have been much, but they were enough to have him softly moaning. He gripped your waist, aiding you to grind harder on his clothed dick. However, doing that caused an idea to spark in his mind.

"Take these off," he whispered, tugging at the band of your panties. You groaned in frustration from being apart from him, but you did as you were told. While you did so, SP stripped those black fitted jeans to allow his needy friend to breathe, only in his briefs. He had almost forgotten the rolled blunt in his pocket, so he lit it up between his lips. Pulling you back into his embrace, SP placed you on his thigh, cursing from feeling your heated arousal on his bare skin. His hands explored your thick curves, stopping at your ass to firmly grip. You didn't need to be told what to do—you already knew.

You took a rhythmic pace as you massaged your pussy on his thigh. Every motion you made heightened the volume of your moans. "If only you could see how beautiful you look right now," he thought. You were doing such a job using him to cum. A pleasant smirk was placed on his face as he inhaled the substance sharply. Your pussy felt so fucking good against his thigh. So warm and wet. He looked down between you to see how your juices coated his skin, in which his leg hair glistened. Your hunger only became more evident the quicker your motions were. He enjoyed seeing you needy. It only made him more eager to be inside of you.

"How're you feeling, pretty girl?"

"G-Good. This feels so fucking good, baby," you whimpered.

"Can I help you feel better?" You nodded, causing him to take another puff of the joint before placing it between your lips. He moved his hands to your waist, gliding your hips back and forth in a frantic motion. SP firmly held you down to apply pressure to your throbbing clit. When you reached the peak of his knee, he bounced his leg as he rolled your hips in an infinity shape, immediately making you cry out.

"SP, baby, fuck! Fuck, don't stop doing that." Your mind felt cloudy not only from the weed but because of your near orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, taking another hit at the blunt, then holding it between his lips so he could too. All that circulated in the air was your lewd noises of whimpers and wetness of your soaking cunt, the smell of cannabis, and his curse words of approval. SP was determined to rip this climax out of you, and you knew from how he gripped your waist he was sure to do so. You couldn't help but think bruises would show the following day.

"I know you want to cum, angel. Go ahead and cum for me, yeah?" he cooed.

It's as if his voice was a spell in which you came on cue. Your pussy clenched onto nothing. He continued to grind you on his thighs to ride out your orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your lips to transfer your moans into his mouth. Latching onto his tongue, you sucked it vigorously, and he involuntarily jerked his hips. He couldn't be more pleased with how your essences beautifully coated his thigh.

Once you finished your release, he abruptly pulled out his dick to give it a few pumps. He hated rushing while being with you, but he was too desperate to feel your pussy flutter around his length. SP lifted you, hooking his arms under your knees fold to align himself with your entrance. He began teasing your clit with his tip. However, after a few whines from you, he slowly applied pressure to your hole, allowing his dick to disappear into your body. You shared a lingering moan with yours ending in—

"F-Fuck—Oh gosh. S'big, SP," you purred.

"I know, angel, but you can take it. I know you can. Just relax for me. Let me take care of you." Your brows knitted, confused about how big his dick was. That angry mushroom-shaped tip stretched open your entrance. He was barely inside of you, and it already felt like you would cum again. You had sex several times, but you always had to adjust to his size. Though you trusted him, you knew he would fuck you good like all the other times. Thus, you relaxed your body to allow him in. "Yes—just like that, sweetheart. This pussy is so fucking tight. Look how it's already hugging me."

Every time SP raised you, he slammed you on his cock, ensuring to kiss your cushion. Your pussy was stubborn, but he had no issue working open those walls. His warm eyes pierced through your soul, focusing on seeing how pretty you looked while being fucked. Eyes heavy-lidded, slightly redden, filled with lust. Your full two-toned lips parted as soft whimpers aired through. The heat across your cheeks was evident even with the deepness of your complexion. SP enjoyed how you responded to his touch. It stroked his ego more because he knew his effect on you, and he would do anything to further that desperation.

His pace was now brutal. The gushing sound of your wetness echoed the room due to his tempo. You howled, and although he loved hearing your cries, he needed to savor those sweet lips again, eagerly plunging his tongue to the back of your throat. Your dripping cunt clenched, knowing its owner by how it molded around his dick. He stretched you so well. This toe-curling fucking is what you yearned for months. You didn't want to be filled by no one else but him, and how you creamed his cock, your pussy couldn't agree more.

"Yes. Fucking yes, baby. T-This dick is so—oh my gosh," you cried.

He chuckled. "This dick is so what, sweetheart? Talk to me. Tell me how you feel. This pussy is telling me, but I want to hear it from you."

"So—ngh—so fucking g-good. I missed this dick."

"It misses you too. You're doing such a good job taking me, pretty girl," he murmured. After a few more thrusts, he sat on the bed to have you bounce on his cock. He snapped your bra off with just one finger to throw across the room. Your full tits slightly sagged and were beautifully decorated with stretch marks. Those dark brown nipples had him drooling, immediately latching onto one of them in his mouth while he fondled the other. Your back arched as you intertwined your fingers into his dark locks to deepen his embrace. SP returned his warm hands to your ass to begin bouncing you.

"It's too deep. You're too deep—f-fuck."

"Tch, what did I tell you, sweetheart? I'm going to what?"

"You're—shit—you're going to take care of me," you quaked.

"That's right. You don't have to do anything. Let me do all the work, okay?" You nodded, causing him to smirk. "Good girl. Now, light that blunt while I fuck you."

It was tricky lighting the joint while he pulled you on his length, but you managed. You held the substance for him to inhale, exhaling on your skin as he left wet kisses along your core. Sweet, he notes. He continued building pleasure in which both your skin burned heat. You took a pull, sensually smooching his rosy pink lips as you lightly caressed the back of his neck. The high you feel now has been the highest you ever felt. A fire of spiraling sensations was now forming in your stomach. Your pussy gripped his cock without having any intentions of letting go.

This was the man you've been craving for months. The man you dreamed of day in and day out. Every time you made love, it felt like the first time. He was your favorite drug. A vision of ecstasy. You were in love—and he needed to know that.

"I love how you fuck me—I love you—I love you so much," you breathed.

His dick twitched. "What?"

"I said I love you, SP."

"Say it again," he rasped.

"I love you, S-"

"Yuka. That’s my name. Fuck, please. Please say that shit again."

"Y-Yuka—ah—I love you," you stammered as he gave you a deep stroke.

"Yes—Yes. You're so perfect. I love you, too, angel." How his given name rolled beautifully off your tongue had him going. However, hearing you say you love him caused a different hunger to unravel. He fucked you, and he fucked you hard. The tip of his dick was more than acquainted with your cushion. "You've been so fucking good to me. Kept this pussy nice and warm for me to come back to. Shit, I'm going to fill you up."

You inhale the joint before wrapping your arms around his neck, connecting your foreheads, and bouncing harder to aid your climax. "Yuka, please don't go. I don't want you to leave me. I need you, baby—I need you." How you were eagerly bouncing on his dick, begging for him to stay with you, made you look desperate—but you didn't give a fuck. Once you declared your love, that was it. Weed couldn't compare to how Yuka makes you feel. He loves you and told you his real name. You have this unorthodox bond that you can't explain, but that's okay. It's understood between you. However, you knew it would be more difficult to let him go after tonight.

"I'm not going anywhere, my love. I'm right here, okay?" he rasped. "Fuck, I'm about to cum."

"Cum inside of me, my love." His thrusts became sloppy to indicate his release. But the way your toes cramped up from curling so hard was the same for you. "Let's cum together, Yuka."

"Of course, pretty girl," he cooed, giving you a soft peck. "I love you, [Y/N]. I'm not letting you go. This pussy is mine—You're mine."

You nodded. "I'm cumming—I'm cumming—I'm fucking cumming. My fucking gosh, baby, I–" he crashed his lips onto yours, rolling tongues to devour each other's moan. A rippling of waves overcame your body as you felt your orgasm tear out. Your juices drenched his cock, feeling like he drowned in your pussy. That warm cum you requested painted your satin walls white. He fucked you through orgasm, causing tears of ecstasy to roll down your face. You dug those manicured nails deep into his flesh from the overstimulation. He wouldn't stop fucking because your pussy wouldn't let go, but once you felt yourself squirting—it was over.

It was the following day. The sunlight permeated your windows, reminding you that it was seven in the morning. Your head felt filled with air as if you were still coming down from your high. Sex with SP has always been amazing, but last night? Words couldn't describe how you felt. He fucked you 'til the crack of dawn. No—he made love to you. You confessed your love for each other. Despite it being in the heat of intimacy, you knew how you felt, and you'd been in love with him for months. Your small interactions were more than enough, but last night solidified your emotions. You even learned his given name—Yuka. It may be simple, but still, it was enough for you. He took care of you like no other.

After making you cum several times, you shared one more joint while he cleansed your body with a hot rag. Delicately leaving kisses on your shoulders and the shell of your ear, whispering how perfect you are. How much he loves you. How your pussy is better than any other drug that's been created. How you're his, and his only. Once Yuka was finished with aftercare, you laid in bed in a comfortable silence as he softly caressed your back with the pads of his fingers until you fell asleep. It was much easier for you to fall asleep. All you needed was his touch. A touch you also needed when you woke up. However, all you were left with was his scent. So much for "I'm not going anywhere."

You left bed to do your morning routine. It was Sunday, so today, you planned on relaxing. You threw on loungewear to sit on the balcony with your daily affirmations book, a rolled joint, and a glass of whiskey. Here you were again, gazing at the sky as you thought about Yuka. He could've at least waited until you were up to say his farewells. But, no. He was gone, and all you had to await was another phone call. Hopefully, it won't be three months this time. It made you sad. You accepted his lifestyle and knew what you were getting yourself into. He told you from the beginning, but sometimes you just wished Yuka was with you more. Just like last night, a lone tear escaped your eye. It's fine. You'll just get drunk and fill your ashtray, enjoying your own silence while reading.

At least that's what you thought….

"Good morning, sweetheart."

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡

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IN HIS DEFENCE YOUR HONOR, HE IS JUST A SILLY BOY

I'll just drop a little art here, keep doing what you're doing, you're doing amazing! You write so well and I can only imagine the effort it takes to pull out these chapters, so please take care of yourself too!! I've already absolutely word-vomited how much I love your work and hyukin I'll do it again-

The way that all of the brothers react to Leo is just so believable and heart-wrenching and oh my goodness poor Raph give the poor boy a break- The recovery arc that hopefully will come is gonna be a long journey (Probably more Dr. Delicate touch than Dr. Feelings slapping some of that self-sacrifice out of Leo-). Also, the sibling sense needed to make both of the climatic scenes in your fics during the Thanksgiving parade is just great, I swear it's like that sometimes though.

At the start of chapter 22 he isn't Void he's Leo. He is coping with these events as Leo. Only when he realizes that it's all real does he slip back into the Void mask. We as readers can see the literal struggle between Leo and Void through his ninpo, as it seems like (correct me if I'm wrong, or don't lol) it burns the krang infection, it seems like the only thing that can actually hurt the infection. Leo is extremely damage-resistant to the point that even nonconsensual amputation isn't really an issue to him but ninpo seems like the only thing that can genuinely hurt him. Even if I'm completely off with this whole rant, it's so cool to see how the story unfolds, trying to figure out the limits of your universe is an amazing experience.

Every time you update I feel so glad that I can see the story unfold in real time. I can't wait for the next update, but don't feel like you need to push yourself for this fic, you're doing great, especially with the quality of what you write! Maybe it's a little repetitive at this point, but really I find it absolutely unbelievable what you are able to do and I admire your ability to write such convincing narratives.

Anyways, please take the silly boi :D

THANK YOU YOU'RE SO SWEET!!!! it makes me so so so happy to hear that you're enjoying both perspectives, because it's very fun to write and i love to explore what everyone might be feeling ;w; and i'm having a LOT of fun exploring Ninpo. I'm a little sad we didn't get more of since the show ended right after the Shredder fight, but I like to think that there's nothing like it-- something unique just for them 🩵

AND THANK U FOR THE FANART AHHH 🩵😭💞💘💗‼️

#listen Leo's pain tolerance is very High but he is weak against the comfort Ninpo brings him #get beat with kindness nerd (affectionate)#kashdajh thank u again this was very sweet ;w;#TNV Final Chapters Spoilers #TNV asks #The Neon Void #The Neon Void TMNT #TNV TMNT #The Neon Void fanart #TNV fanart #fanfic fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ROTTMNT #save ROTTMNT

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summerfrwrks · 8 months

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[grips your shoulders] your unpublished fic isn't bad, it just lived in your wip folder for a while and you've reread it 15 times over

being insecure about your writing/ wanting it to come out well is totally normal but i do like to share that showing it to a friend helps ease the nerves and having a beta-reader is a huge help with knowing what works with the fic and what can be improved

#hi skylark thank you vv much i hope you see this <33 sending good vibes to my beta-reader bless you <33 #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #dc comics #disney encanto #winx club reboot #invincible #webtoon nevermore #rise of the guardians #trollhunters #disney sky high #man #i have so much plans for these bitches ahsdfjasdfhasa #but yeah being kinder to myself starting four days ago amen!!#summer.txt

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▻ 𝙻𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

▻ “One bed with Laing“ request by the lovely @muddyorbs

▻ warnings: 18+ smut, alcohol, light voyeusism, bit of choking kink, language, dom!Laing vibes

“Laing?” you called out as the door to the bathroom in apartment 27 b was opened.

It wasn’t your original apartment though. Since the high rise 'still has to settle' to quote Royal some pipes were mocking, spilling water all over the 25th and 28th floor.

Fate had decided doctor handsome also known as Robert Laing and you were paired up to share one of the apartments still for sale to bide your time until the tinsmiths were done.

You were sure the building just wanted to punish you. Doctor Laing was incredibly fine, his face a work of art. His body in no way inferior when he sunbathed on the balcony, making your panties suffer.

“Yes, darling?” his soothing voice snaked across the corner so smoothly. Your knees feel like jelly once again. He had started to call you darling yesterday morning as you bumped into each other in the bathroom.

Awkward was not a way to describe how you had felt almost naked in front of the tall man who was soaking wet, only a towel hiding his privates women were lionizing.

But you just couldn't manage to speak freely to Laing, needless to say the plan to ask him out never became reality.

“I… erm, listen I work here in the building but your Job is so hard and you need the good sleep” you answered from the kitchen not really getting straight to the point.

Casually looking like elegant sex on legs the doctor strode in your field of view, doing the final touches of a black tie. He looked neat, precisely composed by daylight whereas the whole high rise knew that Laing could be an insatiable party animal.

“Beautiful woman, listen…” he purred coming closer, his cologne mingling with your freshly poured coffee. A kind of weird mixture you would be pleased to wake up to every day.

Stunned, you stood there, eyes glued on his veiny, big hand that wrapped around yours holding the mug. His unique oceanic gaze captured you with a wave of suave whispers, his voice now even deeper.

“What kind of gentleman would deny you the only bed in here?”��

Your grip around the porcelain melted underneath Laing’s tender but determined hand.

“But like I said, we can-“

“No” the doctor simply chuckled, smirking as he hoisted the cup to his lip level. Your hand quickly surrendered and slipped off. A kind of submission you haven't planned.

“We will not ask Royal for permission to move in a three chambers apartment, dear.” Laing noted before taking another big sip of your coffee.

“Rules are designed to be followed, are they not?” Carefully, he slid the mug back in your meanwhile frozen hand and turned around with his open jacket swaying in the swift motion.

But the tall blonde whose tantalizing legs went all the way up to the rooftop, stopped for a second when he grabbed the silver doorknob.

“See you at the party, darling”.

“Have a good day, doctor” you chirped seeing him wink at you before there was only silence surrounding you in the apartment that wasn’t yours.

Sighing and mourning the majority of coffee Laing had claimed just like that, you weaved past the kitchen counter, eyes falling on the couch that was his makeshift bed.

“Fuck this” you murmured to yourself, eyeing the neatly folded sheets with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.

He had such a calculated, correct nature to himself yet shamelessly drank your coffee and always came home with his dress shirt sluttishly open and appearing ready for some debauchery.

Which he often caused or at least relished in a few floors above.

Tonight, the party at Charlotte’s… Laing had asked you to come but normally those things weren’t quite your thing. All the drunk people, drugs, loud music and so on.

Fumbling with the hem of your skirt your thoughts trailed off to your wardrobe, the black silk dress to be exact. No, it was too expensive to just bide it’s time on a hanger.

Perhaps the parties here were different to all the college booze-ups, you mused enjoying the last drops of hot coffee. Butterflies tormented your belly when your lips met the exact same spot Laing’s had caressed the red mug.

Clenching your thighs at the lewd thought of him kissing along your shoulders, suckling on your collarbone you made a decision; the handsome man with this special note of madness would see you at that fucking party.

“Where the hell is Laing?” Charlotte yelled, her voice barely audible between heavy beats and her hand resting on your ass. The slutty silk covered your upper thighs but that was it.

Two glasses of white wine had worked reliably, pulling your consciousness in a spiral of false bravery and sexual confidence.

Your friend was damn right.

Where was mister handsome now that you felt loosened up?

“Ladies… lookin’ sharp tonight, don’t ya?“ Wilder’s agitated voice suddenly made you flinch, the liquid in your glass gushing and splashing as you tripped over the rolled up carpet edge.

With a shriek you found yourself in strong arms keeping you from falling, a familiar cologne send hints through your nostrils.

“Wilder, my boy... You’re scaring her“ Laing chuckled, a blurry warning embedded in his quip.

You looked up, Laing looking down at you with his charming smile. A thousand sweet needles pricked your skin as the goosebumps spread across your legs. There he was.

How the hell were you able to withstand this god of a man’s magnetic pull for such a long time?

One of his dirty blonde eyebrows were raised as he sucked in his lower lip, completely fascinated by your cleavage on full display in that position. But you let him, marinated in the handsome doctor’s hungry gaze every single woman in the high rise tried to attract shamelessly.

“You did have quite a few drinks, huh darling?“

“Maybe… It’s Charlottes fault tho“ you giggled, a disoriented hand reaching out for your friends reassuring touch.

The alcohol did help to feel flirty nevertheless, Laing was weirdly intimidating like this; hair sleazily disheveled, jacket god knows where and dress shirt halfway open exposing his chiseled chest adorned by subtle hints of blonde curls.

But she was gone, yelling across the room from a free couch instead.

You took a glance at Laing who had pushed you back on your legs now, hand lingering on your ass for an inappropriate time. Whereas everything going down in the high rise was highly inappropriate, needless to say far from legal or sane.

And the man who looked so neat in the mornings was inhaling the poisoned air as if it was clean oxygen.

“Come, sit on my lap, y/n“ it sounded as sugary as a romantic ask yet making your lower muscles tense up in magical anticipation. You’ve never been that close to Laing except of a few hugs before he was off to university.

Everyone knew his thighs were a dangerous place to be.

However, when you finally straddled him, his sharp jaw resting on your shoulder while he spoke to his friends with that low timbre, you nearly imploded.

Track of time was long lost with Laing, Charlotte and countless other residents forgetting about the world and going feral.

“Could you prescribe me some uppers?” Charlotte mewled trying to hinder Wilder from biting her exposed thighs.

Laing’s “no” was a deep gravelly eruption, the vibrations transferring to your already sizzling core.

His demanding hand snaked underneath your arm, dexterous digits sprawled across your lower belly as the doctor held you firmly in place.

“Á propos, did you know the female orgasm can be just as effective?”

Gasping, a cherry tone shot up to mingle with your rosy blush. As if under a spell, your body leant closer to explore the sensation of his bare chest against your back while your mind drowned in his suggestive words.

“I bet Doctor Laing is experienced in anatomy” something drove you to coo, making him shift underneath you.

A rock hard erection was pressed against your clothed pussy. Laing made zero effort to hide his obvious arousal.

“Especially in female anatomy” the lewd oath accompanied a wanton twitch of his length, drawing a dirty moan from the depths of your lungs.

The last bits of shame and common reason let your hand fly to cover your scarlet lips.

But Laing’s elegant fingers wrapped around your own, gently but dominantly pulling them down, the tips lewdly hooking in your lower lip.

He tasted clean, the aura of disinfectant embracing a sweet hue of cranberry syrup.

“Look around, pet” he purred in your ear, his hot tongue tickling your earlobes as he spoke. You knew you would never be sated with his rich voice and the English accent dripping like molten gold let him appear so snobby.

And you obeyed, head tilting to the right as your eyes, sensitive to every flash and motion, scanned the loud party. Clothes were scattered on the floor or adorning men and women in a halfway ripped state.

Feeling your jaw trying to drop against Laing’s hand, you took in the obscene images of people naked, panting, moaning… fucking.

Charlotte was on her knees for Wilder, the alcohol not leaving her unfazed as well while the young woman from the 26th spread her legs for a manager from the upper thirties.

It was heavy yet incredibly salacious to your mind.

“Can- can we le-?“ But your question faded with a subtle buck of Laings hips allowing his clothed cock to slip between your wet folds.

The lack of panties wasn’t helping your working nerves, eager to find out what more of his body against yours would feel like.

How he could make you feel with his cock… maybe even better than his teeth sinking in your neck?

“Apologies, what were you saying?“ The smug man chirped, winking as you looked back at him. His cheeks were painted with a subtle red only underlining his bone structure that was nothing but the one of a Greek god; sharp, accurate and alluring.

“More…I want more of you“.

A ridiculously short time later you found yourself in the huge bedroom of your shared apartment, swaying in Laing’s arms after he had put 'My Way of Life' on the vintage record.

One of the few items he had brought along from his original apartment and what made you even more curious about this complex man.

“You want me to show you pleasure?“ Laing purred, his big hand still resting on the small of your back, drawing seducing circles.

As if he was clinging to the gentleman that was lingering somewhere deep within him but had long lost to a more primal nature.

Sinatra’s melodic voice still rung in the background as you lost yourself in the baby blues, feeling the white wine bubbling on your puffy lips. Doctor Laing was a twisted drug, even more arousing than any alcohol Charlotte had talked you in…

Your demure nod brushed his agape mouth as he leant down, guiding his hot breath to fan the fresh bite marks on your neck. He smelled like luxurious Champagne goading you to accept and await his feverishly skimming lips.

The passionate kiss was promise and salvation at the same time, his rough tongue objecting to Laing's gentlemanly image.

Probably the sexiest discrepancy.

“I will now, darling. But you’re too fucking sexy to claim with those men around. I know what they’d try but the doctor doesn’t share“

Laing snapped, inviting the maniac that slumbered within to get a hand tight on the steering wheel.

Greedy hands clasped around your waist, suddenly pushing you backwards on the bed, hoisting and guiding your body like it weighed as light as a feather.

You could swear you saw the white fabric of his shirt almost burst from his flexing trained shoulders.

“I thought I should take the bed for myself?“ You giggled, gasping for air as his pearl white teeth sunk in the soft flesh under your breasts. Those have been his own words the day you involuntarily moved in together.

You were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Or chivalry as Laing would call it in the sober mornings.

Perhaps he was some weird kind of gemini; two-faced like the 24 hours of the day split into daytime and night.

A dark chuckle greeted your ass when Laing roughly gripped your ankles, flipping you around and roaming across your beautiful butt cheeks while his nose pushed the hem of your dress up.

“Yes, for sleeping. But for now I will fuck you so thoroughly, the only thing you need to worry about is walking tomorrow“.

You whined, bursting with anticipation for this irritatingly handsome man to make true to his words. It felt too good to be on full display for Laing hungry with need and desire.

Staying down, enjoying the view of the most alluring woman in the high rise, Laing's left hand found your neck.

Twitching at the feeling of fabric slipping across your head, caging your throat you tried to find out what was happening.

“Shhh...hold still for me, dear“ Laing pulled his black tie, now adorning your neck, tighter, chuckling when you tried to wriggle out. I vain, of course what mercilessly goaded his pulsing cock.

A kinky man, you grinned silently, ready for him to push you in his own twisted world.

“Fuck“ his baritone rung from behind before he redirected his attention, nibbling on the soft flesh “you’re gorgeous“.

“Gods, doctor Laing would you fuck me already?“ Your ass wiggled wantonly, accompanying your decadent plea so the blonde man couldn’t help it but loose himself completely.

“Up on all fours and spread, darling. The doctor needs some space to work“.

A rough tug of the tie around your throat made you gasp but rapidly transformed in the ardent sensation of submissiveness.

His voice was dripping with a wicked dominance nearly finishing your wet pussy. However, his charming coos of 'darling' wooed the shit out of your heart feeling like a reward for the subtle tries of flirting for days.

The unbuckling of his belt, hidden by the dress shirt hanging sluttishly open, rung like a church bell inviting you to sin.

“La- Laing… please“ you shuddered, nails buried in the duvet as he dragged the wide tip of his cock through your throbbing folds, relishing in every visible twitch of your muscles.

The smug smirk was audible when he rasped in your ear from behind “It’s doctor Laing, hm?“ And then he breached you for the first time.

Slowly, intimately inch by fucking inch until your parted lips summoned the sweetest sounds underneath him.

“Come on…ahhh fuck…y-you almost made it“.

His words send sparkling stars to flash in front of your eyes when the promise became too sweet. Fuck, you didn’t even know if you could take it but your dizzy body was more than willing to try.

“You are my way of my life - The only way I know“ Sinatra sang in the background while the intoxicating man from the 25th floor claimed you, and overwhelmingly so.

Bucking your hips when you felt his cold hand against your sex, Laing scoffed through gritted teeth, the sound something primal and needy.

“You did it. Good girl“ he purred leaning over and circling your clit in lavish strokes before finally withdrawing to grip your hips.

Moaning like a whore as you realized he was checking if his cock was fully buried within you, Laing started pulling out.

The black fabric that wantonly connected his hand with your sensitive throat occasionally jerked, opening the heavy doors to hyper-stimulation.

Hundreds of stars you had seen a flash of before returned as colorful fireworks with the brutal pace he was setting. An obscene smell of sex infiltrated your shared apartment, the bed creaking and shaking from his recklessly snapping hips.

Bruises would adorn your hips soon but you couldn’t care less. The handsome doctor pushed you closer to release with every thrust knocking the air out of your exited lungs.

“Oh godd… do-doctor Laing, please“ but you had long forgotten what exactly you were begging for.

His whoreish grunts and slaps of your reddened ass were more aphrodisiac than you could take. Hearing his breath quickening, you awaited the next slap because you learnt it would mean a soft caress after.

“Ngh shit... y-you’re so tight“.

For you, you thought, completely numb to the terrific thoughts of what could happen tomorrow morning when you both would wake up sober again.

“Are you coming for me, darling? Oooh, you are…I can feel your perfect pussy gripping me… f-fuck“.

Robbed of control over your body, your head dropped down in orgasmic defeat. Glassy eyes watched the decadent way you were united, Laing’s wide cock wet and disappearing inside your core over and over again in a dizzying pace.

“Uh-huh“ was all you were capable of with mouth agape, hormones running riot in your system.

“Do it, gorgeous. Show me how…ohhh damn…much you need me“ he grunted, own head lolling back with his disheveled curls bobbing in the doctor’s relentless thrusts.

Increasingly, your nerves began to sizzle like electric wires out of control. But it all wasn’t enough Laing decided under a heavy moan of your name when your knees lost contact to the bed, floating under his powerful grip.

His cock was triggering every sweet spot in this new angle, making the unbeatable sensation of the first penetration make do with the second place.

All the tension suddenly snapped as you cried out, feeling like dying the most enticing death life had to offer.

As if he wanted to hear every tone and note you had to give to praise him, the tie dropped from his grasp.

Laing made you ride out your orgasm, giving you long, deep thrusts to sweetly remind you of his presence until your feet hit solid ground again.

Panting with legs wobbly and slowly giving up under your own weight, your eyes fluttered shut.

Thoroughly spent but still burning like a wildfire.

“Ah, ah!“ Laing chided “I'm not done... you better start counting now“ his voice husky from suppressing his own climax and moaning loud enough for the whole 27th floor to hear.

“One“…

thank you for reading!! I hope you liked it Ally 💚

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 4 months

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Last Updated: 2023-12-26

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Robert Laing stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

❆ Baby, It's Cold Outside by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •

❆ Carry You Home by ladyfluff• 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Christmas Gift, the by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Christmas with the Laings by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

❆ Do They Know It's Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 18+ •

❆ Sneaky Christmas Kisses by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •

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smolvenger · 2 years

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Does anyone know the name or link of the one High Rise fic where it’s Dr Liang as a professor with reader as a student who loses her V card to him?🧐🧐🧐

#Carrie speaks #high rise #high rise fanfiction #high rise fanfic #dr Liang #or is it Laing?#I can’t spell #robert laing #Doctor Robert Laing #Dr Robert Laing x Reader #Robert Laing x Reader #smut #high rise smut

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loopsisloops · 1 year

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*THROWS THIS ON YOUR DESK*

*runs away* DON'T FUCKING ASK, IDK EITHER

#its uhhhhh i n t e r e s t i n g #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki #loki fanfic #high rise #tom hiddleston

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clownbutlerdotcom · 7 months

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Me: consistently filters ao3 so that I don't get crossovers

Also me:in the process of writing a mh x eah x rotg crossover fic

#shitpost #ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #rotg #eah #mh #rise of the guardians #ever after high #monster high

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azucar-skull · 3 months

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The Finale Countdown is just playing in my head on loop right now.

I'm so fucking hyped for this 4-part finale of GEM like you have no idea.

#i love/hate cheesy high school drama #it's so dumb but I eat it up every single time #green eyed mask #green eyed mask rottmnt #gemrottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #ao3 #fanfic

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Miracles

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hi beautiful person🖤

Can I request a story with Robert Laing from High rise?

Maybe the reader being the daughter of the architect and they’re having cute secret dates on the rooftop.

She gets pregnant later on and they have to open up but her father reacts good?🥺

Tyyyou❣️" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: After a year of dating Robert in secret, due to your strict father - the architect, Anthony Royal, you discover that you had fallen pregnant. How is Robert going to react to the sudden news? More important... How is your father going to react?

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst and drama? mentions of pregnancy, small age gap

Word Count: 2,8k

a/n: Another Robert request - and I absolutely adored it! 🥰 Thank you, kind nonny, for your sweet words and for requesting! I hope you like enjoy it! 😊

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"And you are really sure he can't see us here?" I giggled at my boyfriend's words, before answering the question he had asked for the millionth time this evening. "Yes, Robert, to 100 per cent. I swear." I skidded closer to him and propped my head up on my elbow, so I could look at him, smiling. "He won't see us." I tried to reassure him again, tracing his perfect jawline with my thumb. Robert captured my hand gently with his and brought it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. I looked into his oceanic blue eyes - and saw everything I ever wanted and needed in my life.

Robert and I met coincidentally and in the probably most innocent way possible... In the elevator. There's probably not much more to say about it. I was sprinting for the elevator, Robert held the steel doors open for me, I thanked him, we talked, and the rest is history. There was immediately a spark between us. Something special. Magical. We met again a few times - on coincidence and at some point, fell in love with each other. I loved Robert and Robert loved me. We just clicked. It was like... Connecting two points with each other. Or finding the missing puzzle piece.

There was just one problem... My father. Anthony Royal. A wealthy man, visionary - and the architect of the High Rise. Yes... He was the man behind all this. It had always been his dream to build something like the High Rise. It took him years and years, but here we were now, all living on the top floor of this gigantic house. Now, why he was the problem you ask? Well... He was utterly protective of me. Being his only child - a daughter, who wasn't a teenage girl anymore wasn't easy for him. He knew that at some point, I would take my life into my own hands - and that was what my father was afraid of. Of letting me go. But the most difficult topic for him in connection with me was men. He was very picky and distrustful. It seemed like no man was enough for me in his eyes - and that was the reason, why I kept Robert a secret. I didn't want my dad to know yet. He would only destroy our love. I was certain. He wouldn't like Robert; despite that he was a doctor and therefore well educated. The reason? He was six years older than I was. My father didn't tolerate a boyfriend who was over three years older than myself. He was convinced that such men would only use me - a young, wealthy woman - for their pleasures and then just drop me like a hot potato.

So, I kept Robert my secret boyfriend. We had cute, small dates from time to time - as often as somehow possible, without my father noticing. Sometimes, we met on the rooftop, in our secret corner, watched the sunrise, did a bit of stargazing or picnicked. We hardly left the High Rise, because that would've maybe been too obvious. But, of course, I also sneaked out or thought of several excuses to do that - for example that I needed to go earlier to work or grocery shopping. We went to a few parties together as well - which ended in the majority of cases in Robert's apartment. In his bedroom, to be exactly. But not just after parties... Anyways, there always was a way for me and Robert to meet. Our love found its way - always.

In that past year, I was the happiest I had ever been. Robert made me happy - but then something happened neither I or him saw coming. And yet it was both our fault...

Pregnant. That was what the friendly female doctor had said to me, only mere twenty minutes ago - and I honestly couldn't believe it, neither explain it. Sure, there was only one way for a thing like this to happen, I wasn't stupid, but Robert and I were always so careful. Always using protection and making sure that nothing happened. Well... It did. A million thoughts were running through my mind. How could that happen? When did it happen? Was it too early in our relationship to happen? Was I ready for this? Was Robert ready for this? Would he be happy about it? And, oh gods... What would my father think about it? There was no way in not telling him something like this. I could hide a relationship - a boyfriend, but a pregnancy? Rather not. At some point, it would be obvious. No way in hiding it. I tried to stay calm, took a few deep breaths. I wanted to talk to Robert first. This was first and foremost a matter between the two of us. He was the father of this baby, so he definitely had the right to know before everyone else. So, I didn't go home after my visit at the doctor's office. Instead, I went straight to the medical school Robert worked in. I just hoped he didn't have a lesson right now... Making my way inside the building, I headed straight for the reception desk. I never visited him at work before, so I had absolutely no clue where his office was. "Excuse me?" I asked the elderly woman, sitting at the desk. Her hair was grey-ish and her face framed by thick glasses. Her gaze was directed at the wooden surface, but when she heard my voice, she immediately looked up. "Hello." I smiled shyly at her. "Hello, young lady. What can I do for you?" "I-I am looking for Dr. Laing... Is he in his office, or...?" I was still a bit shaken up and overwhelmed by the news I just received. The woman could clearly tell. "He is in the house, yes, but not in his office. He's in a lesson, which started-" She looked down at her watch, then on a schedule, pinned to the pinboard behind her. "A few minutes ago, and ends in two hours." My heart fell. Two hours?? "Oh... O-Okay... Thank you." I was on the verge of turning around and leave, when she stopped me. "But I can page him, see if he got a few minutes." My eyes widened. "R-Really? You would do that for me?" The woman nodded and smiled friendly. "It seems urgent. Are you his girlfriend?" I nodded, smiling back. "I-I am and it is, yes. Thank you." The woman turned around and paged him, before she faced me again, smiling once more. "He'll be here in a few minutes. You can sit over there on one of the chairs and wait for Dr. Laing." I let out a breath, was really relieved. "Okay, thank you." "No problem." I sat on one of the chairs and waited, nervously fumbling with the fabric of my blouse.

Not even five minutes later, I heard quick steps echoing off the walls of the long, wide hallway. "Y/N?" Robert's voice urged to me. He was audibly confused and also a little bit worried. I quickly turned my head in his direction and stood up. He was walking straight towards me, clad in his white coat. "Robert!" I decided to meet him on the way, immediately throwing my arms around him. I was so happy to see him; knowing that I wasn't alone. I felt how his muscles tensed. "What's wrong? What are you doing here?" I pulled back from the hug, so that I was able to look straight into his oceanic blue eyes. "I-I... I had to see you. I-" I interrupted my own sentence, needed to take a deep breath, felt the nervosity rushing through me once again. "Y/N, dear." Robert called my name, cupping my cheeks in his hands. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened." I did what he said. "Remember, when I told you that I didn't feel well sometimes? Nauseous, tired and so on?" He nodded. "Yes." "Well... I-I was at the doctor's office half an hour ago, a-and she told me..." Robert brushed his thumbs in a reassuring manner over the skin on my cheeks. "She told you what?" "T-That I'm p-pregnant. You're g-going to b-be a d-dad, Robert." That was exactly the moment I was afraid of... What Robert was going to say. I already expected the worst - but... Robert started to smile? He smiled? It wasn't a normal smile, though. It was a knowing smile. "Why are you smiling like that?" Robert shook his head, smiling even brighter. I blinked, while my brain tried to connect the dots. Wait a minute... "You knew?! Didn't you?!" Once again, the man shook his head, but the look on his face betrayed him. "I may be a doctor of physiology, but a doctor nevertheless..." My jaw dropped. "You knew and didn't say a single word?! Robert!" "No, darling. I didn't know. I just suspected it. Two entirely different things. And I didn't tell you anything, because I didn't want to worry you and just jump to conclusions." He said, trying to reassure me. "But now, I know for sure - and I couldn't be happier. You know, I thought a lot about this. Since you started to show these symptoms. I imagined what it would be like to become a father. Weighed the options. Thought about if I'd be ready if that was really the case. I am - and I can't help but to like the idea." I blinked again, before breathing out relieved and happy. "R-Really? Y-You mean that?" Robert nodded, taking my hands in his. "I mean it. I love you, Y/N - and I can't imagine another woman to be the mother of my children." A bright smile spread over my face and I literally jumped into his arms, hugging him close to me. "Careful, darling. Not that we hurt the precious cargo, you are carrying." I had to giggle at his words, shaking my head.

It was a happy day. It truly was - until I came back down to earth, realising that I had to tell it my father. There was no other way. Robert and I talked a lot about it and decided that the sooner we told him, the better it was.

So, a week after I had received the news that I was pregnant, we attempted to tell my father that Robert and I were together. We couldn't trop both bombs straight away, could we? It would've been too much to handle for him. One thing was clearly enough.

I was nervous as hell. A nervous wreck wasn't enough to describe the state I was in - and it didn't get better...

"You have a what?" My father asked critically and with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "A-A boyfriend." He inhaled deeply, before gesturing towards the sofa. "Sit down, please." I did what he asked me to, sat down. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip of the red liquid. "Name?" "Robert Laing." "Where does he live?" "Here, in the High Rise." "What is he doing for a living?" "H-He's a doctor in physiology a-and teaches students i-in the medical school." My father raised his eyebrows. "A doctor, you say?" I nodded. "Y-Yes." "So he's a wealthy man and earns good money." "Dad!" I exclaimed. "What? That's important. I don't want to lose my only daughter to a scapegrace." I rolled my eyes, already slightly annoyed. It was always the same. "No, it's not. I love him and he loves me. That's what matters!" My father answered nothing, just took another sip of his wine, before he continued to bombard me with questions. "Good manners?" "The best." "He treats you right?" "Always spoils me." "Age?" There it was. The question. It always came. I sighed, knew exactly what was about to happen. "H-He... He turned thirty last month." My father's eyes widened. "Thirty? Y/N... He is six years older than you are! Six!" I knew it. "I know! But age doesn't matter! Love is love, dad! Six years are nothing! Please... Please just give him a chance!" He didn't say a single word, just clenched his jaw. "Please." "You really love him, do you?" I nodded quickly, tears building up in my eyes. "Yes... So, so much. Please..." He huffed and sighed, but started to nod. "Alright." A squeal of joy left my lips. "Yes! You are going to like him, I promise! He's a wonderful man!"

And what shall I say? My father really liked Robert. I was literally speechless, while watching them talk and laugh together. For a moment I thought I was in the wrong movie. My father liking my boyfriend, who is six years older than me? Nah... I never saw that coming. But something about Robert seemed to fascinate my father; intrigued him. Perhaps it was his charm? I mean, I fell for that, too... Sure, the scenes I witnessed were utterly strange and I really couldn't believe my eyes, but at the end of the day, I was just happy that they got along. Dad didn't even mind, that I hid Robert from him for a whole year. It was a miracle, honestly.

A month passed, in which Robert and my dad spent a lot of time together. And with that, I mean a lot. Hence, they even started to play squash together! The day Robert told me that, I asked him if he didn't just dream it. He didn't. Father even accepted that I moved into Robert's apartment. After that, I decided that it was probably time to tell him. Robert agreed. I thought it was maybe for the best when I spoke alone to him first - to which Robert also agreed.

"Dad?" I called out softly, knocking on the door to his office. "Come in!" Came the answer straight back. I took a deep breath, then stepped inside the small hut. He greeted me with a soft smile. "Y/N, sweetheart, what brings you to me so early in the morning?" I bit my lip nervously and shrugged my shoulders. "Robert just left for work a-and I just thought I could visit you." He smiled. "Well, I am always happy to see my daughter. Sit down, have a cup of tea with me. Or coffee?" "Tea is fine, thank you."

After sipping my tea and doing a bit of the usual small talk, I couldn't wait any longer. I had to get over with it. "There's actually a reason why I'm here... I... I have to tell you something." His eyes widened. "You won't break up with Robert, are you??" I shook my head, "No, dad! God's no! I never would!"

giggling at his words. He really liked him. "But it has something to do with Robert..." My father eyed me, curious about what I was going to say. His stare made me only more nervous... "Please... Please don't get mad, okay?" He raised an eyebrow in suspicion and shrugged his shoulders. "I will try, but I can't promise." That didn't calm my nerves at all. He was really being no help. "O-Okay so... Uh... How do I say that?" A nervous laughter escaped my mouth. "I, uh, we... Robert and I, we... We are g-going to have a b-baby. I-I'm pregnant." My dad's eyes widened, jaw dropping. His face was literally frozen in shock. He just stared at me like that for a good minute. "D-Dad? Say something? P-Please?" "P-Pregnant?" He stuttered out after a few more moments. I nodded, fiddling with the handle of empty tea mug. "Robert is the f-father, yes?" "Of course he is, dad! As if I would ever cheat on the man of my dreams!" "I-I'm going to be a... a grandfather?" I smiled sweetly at him, resting a hand on the very small bump. "Yes, dad... You are." My father's eyes met mine again, glistening with tears. In the blink of an eye, I was wrapped up in a tight hug. "Oh that makes me so happy, sweetheart. I-I never thought I would have the privilege of calling myself a grandfather - but now it's suddenly happening! You can't imagine how proud I am of you! A child..." He said, voice trembling. "And that with such a great man like Robert." To hear those words coming from my father's lips caused a huge weigh to get lifted off my chest. I honestly didn't know what I would've done, if he didn't share our happiness. "Thank you, dad. This means the world to me."

Yeah... I was sure this was not just one, but at least three miracles.

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