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muddyorbsblr · 6 months
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fateful favors [kinktober 2023: love bites]
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Summary: What started as a plan to join your sister at a tenant party in your new apartment building takes a trajectory you didn't expect when you discover she's arranged for someone to keep you company tonight
Pairing: Robert Laing x Reader
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, you know the drill and i am not the one); public sex; unprotected p in v; vaginal fingering; language; Wilder (yes he's a warning as he should be); mentions of alcohol consumption; slightest lil angst towards the end [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: Reader is Charlotte's sister
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"Charlotte I cannot believe you," you groaned as you paced your sister's swanky high-rise apartment, the clacking from her stilettos on your feet echoing with every step. "I thought the point of asking me to go with you to this forsaken party was so that you didn't have to ward off that creeper five floors below you and now you're telling me that you commissioned one of your former flings in this building to what? Babysit me?"
"Please, you should know me to be better than that, Y/N. I'm just trying to make sure that you'll be safe. Wilder has a more…ruthless tendency especially with new faces in these notorious parties with the rest of the tenants." She walked up behind you and helped zip up the rest of your dress, the top half now secure. "And he is not a former fling, he's a friend. Believe it or not, I do happen to have a few now."
"Right, sure." You scoffed at her description. "A friend you definitely shagged or else you wouldn't have described him as the biggest in the high rise." You waved your hands in her direction as if to say 'tell me I'm wrong' when your words put a bashful expression on her face. "Now this poor guy gets hired to be a glorified bodyguard against horny bastards when the point was that we stick together so that--ohh fucking Christ, that's it isn't it? You got him to babysit me because you're planning on hooking up with someone at this party!"
"I wouldn't use the term 'hired'," a new voice spoke from the doorway. "That would imply that payment will be involved."
When your eyes landed on the source of the new voice your jaw hit the floor.
The man wore a well-fitting suit that accentuated a clearly lean and muscular physique, the upper half of his white button-up shirt practically fighting for its life as it stretched across his chest. His trousers clinging just the right amount to sculpted thighs and highlighted exactly what your sister meant by the biggest in the high-rise.
He walked towards you with strides that you could imagine a wolf would take as it stalked its prey. With eyes dead set on its target with full intent to devour once the distance was crossed.
"And with someone as striking as yourself, I would hardly call it a hardship to keep you company tonight.” He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. "Doctor Robert Laing. I live two floors below."
Pick your jaw up off the floor, you hissed at yourself. "I'm uhm…Y/N. Just Y/N," you stammered, trying your damnedest to fight back the thrill that shot up your arm and made a bee line for between your legs at the feel of his lips on your skin. He's probably the most pro of the pros when it comes to getting knickers wet, Y/N, do not fucking fall for it.
He repeated your name slowly, as if he was rolling around each syllable on his tongue, all the while he still held your hand in his absurdly larger one. "Lovely to make your acquaintance. Shall we all head upstairs, then?" You could only manage to nod under his intense oceanic gaze, absolutely dumbfounded as he laced his fingers between yours and led you to the elevators.
You threw your sister a quick look in passing, mouthing 'Oh my God! To which she only gave you a knowing look as she nodded, mouthing back something that seemed like 'Have fun'.
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When Charlotte invited you to a tenant party at the 29th floor, this was most definitely not what you were expecting. The party had extended well beyond the constraints of the host's apartment and bled into the hallway leading to its front door, the entire floor already beginning to give off the faint smell of liquor and sex. Some of the guests had paired off and were in various states of undress, pawing at each other and well on their way to becoming fully disrobed right there in the corridor.
The inside was much more scandalous, sounds of grunting and obscene moans coming from the bedroom inside, door wide open as if they were inviting the other guests to stand and watch. Or join in.
You and Laing found a spot to sit in that kept a bit of distance from the fornication, him genuinely seeming interested in your work and the events that led you to the high-rise in the first place. About how long you'd be staying in the city and if you'd already gotten to know the lay of the land where the building's amenities were concerned, offering to show you around in the weekend if you were still here.
Much as you wanted to buy into the notion that someone that was so obviously out of your league was interested in getting to know you, you couldn't help the thought that perhaps he was just investing this much effort into this to try and rekindle something with your sister. The thought wasn't completely unfounded, considering Charlotte's history with having former flings going absolutely astonishing lengths to get into contact with her again to this day for her to direct her attentions their way again. And Robert Laing might be someone that the women in the party looked to and regarded as if he was some sort of sex god with the outright lust on their faces whenever they snuck a glance his way, but he was still a man, after all.
And with the way she was describing him to you earlier, she'd definitely entertained the thought of a repeat performance with him at least thrice. Probably still had the notion on the back burner of her mind even as she chatted it up with another attendee, yet another shockingly tall head turner in a black suit that looked tailored within an inch of its life and slicked back onyx curls with a look on his face that did more than enough to tell you she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.
The feel of Laing's hand on yours snapped you out of your thoughts, fingers deftly taking away the empty cup that you'd been picking at with your nails for the last few minutes. "I'll just go get us some fresh drinks. I won't be two minutes." You gave him a nod with a well-practiced smile, his words ringing a little too familiar and conjuring memories of gatherings much like this one sans the public displays of lasciviousness that you'd once attended with Charlotte where the sorry chap that had to accompany you would say nearly those exact words and that would be the last you'd hear from them.
It was a song and dance you were all too familiar with. And after repeat offenses you'd grown numb to it, expecting it, even.
What you weren't expecting was the sharp look that Laing had thrown somewhere behind your shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Save my seat, darling."
All you could say in response was a stupefied, "Sure."
Not even half a minute after he stepped away someone approached you, positioning himself behind where you were seated on the sofa, denim-clad thigh dangerously close to your shoulder. "Never seen your pretty face at one of these events. Are you new to the building, luv?"
You looked at the man that approached you, the stench of nicotine, alcohol, and lust coming off him in waves. He looked like one of those 'adult film' stars that you'd often find in the tapes that various exes had had hidden away. The man they dreamed of becoming so that they could rut into women that looked like your sister with reckless abandon and get paid for doing a shit job.
"I am." You kept your answer terse. Clipped. You'd dealt with men like this before, and for the most part all they wanted was for you to steer them Charlotte's way. Once they realized how guarded you were they'd leave you well enough alone.
"Smashing," he slurred, shifting his stance until he rested his elbows on the back of the couch, a little more eye level with you and now you could see the dangerous predatory gleam in his eyes. You recognized this look, too. Someone who took rejection one too many times and now he would just let the words roll off his back and take what he wanted anyway.
Someone you should run away from as fast as you humanly could in these god awful heels that Charlotte practically shoved you into. Or maybe if desperate times really do call for desperate measures I could drive the heel through his neck, you pondered quietly.
And despite knowing that he wasn't coming back, you found yourself hoping that Laing would pop up and offer some form of backup in case your hunch about this leering imposing guest was correct.
"The name's Richard Wilder," he said incoherently, a thick meaty hand sneakily trying to move across your shoulder to play with the strap holding your dress up and keeping you relatively decent compared to majority of the party. "Perhaps we can go find a corner somewhere and…get to know each other a little better."
You could feel your stomach recoil in disgust at the implication, partnered with the way a finger had worked its way under your dress strap and he was already leaning in closer and closer, the stench of the cigarettes and alcohol invading your space and searing the path from your nostrils to your brain. "I'm already here with someone," you managed to choke out as you struggled not to take a breath. The lie felt heavy on your tongue, but you wielded it regardless like a makeshift weapon that could maybe ward him off if you said it convincingly enough. "He should be back any second."
Wilder let out a scoffing laugh, his breath on a mission to sever your sense of smell within the next sixty seconds. "Who? Laing? Sweet thing you really are new here. That man's fucked his way through this building and back. You'll be lucky if he remembers your name come Saturday." He shifted even closer to you, pressing his nose into your hair and inhaling like a drug sniffing canine on a mission. "I reckon he's shriveled up down there from getting it wet all the fucking time--"
"Well I always say better shriveled than dry," you shot back, your mouth somehow having lost its filter as the alcohol kicked in and melted away your inhibitions. "You're so obviously bitter over that fact I can taste your jealousy when you exhale. Now please, get gone and find someone else to torment. Or better yet, you could go home and get ahead of that absolute banger of a hangover you'll have in the morning and start sleeping it off."
"Hmmm…bed. Now that is an excellent idea." He moved his hand down your arm until his fingers hooked around your elbow, trying to pull you up to your feet. "Come on, luv. I can make you feel so good you won't ever let me leave your bed even when my wife's knocking down your door with a fuckin' butcher's knife."
"Fucking hell, you're married? You're married and you're still looking for someone to warm your miserable dry cock?" The disgust was already causing your stomach to coil up, the urge to just take off one of your borrowed heels and jam it into the arm that was holding you in place becoming more and more tempting with each passing second. You scanned the room to see if you could discern which of the other guests was the unlucky bastard's wife, finding a heavily pregnant woman seated near the singular exit out into the hall with sad eyes and a scowl on her face as she eyed the man with a sloppy grip on you. "You're vile, Wilder. Go home to your wife and actually try to be a decent human if being a decent husband is too tall of an order for your miserable arse."
He looked as if you'd slapped him clean across the face. "You mouthy little slut where do you get off speaking to me like this?" He pulled on you harder, knocking you off balance and having you struggle to keep from him pulling you over and across the couch. "Don't fight it, little slut. I'll take you somewhere you can put that glib little mouth of yours to good use. Maybe if you're a good girl I'll even let you cum tonight--"
"Wilder get your paws off my date. Now." You could feel the coiling tension in your stomach begin to relax at the sound of Laing's voice over the speakers, an arm wrapping around your waist delicately while the other clamped around Wilder's wrist in a vice grip. "While I still have the inclination to ask nicely."
The burly man released you from his hold, raising his hands in the air with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You probably weren't even worth the effort anyway," were his last words before he walked away, setting his sights on another woman and approaching her, a similar look of apprehensive disgust on the woman's face as he no doubt singed her nose hairs with his smell of sweat and cigarettes as he had done you just minutes ago.
"Come on, darling," Laing whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, slowly leading you toward the balcony, the fresh air making you gasp desperately for your next breaths as if you were trying to clear the outright disgust from your encounter out of your lungs. He kept his hold loose on you as you relaxed against the wall, his forehead pressed lightly against yours while he guided you through deep breaths, his woodsy citrusy scent helping to calm you even more. "I shouldn't have left you alone with him on the prowl. I'm so sorry, Y/N."
"Hey don't be so hard on yourself I'm honestly surprised you came back in the first place," you answered back, still slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol on you. "It's alright, really--"
Before you could tell him he could be done with his favor to Charlotte and you'd just go home and sleep off your adrenaline from your unfortunate run in, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. The thrill you felt earlier tonight from him kissing your hand had nothing on how his mouth on yours ignited a flame that quicly spread through your whole body, making your knees buckle as he pressed harder against you, his fingers weaving into your hair as his other arm wrapped around you while he worked his thigh between your legs.
"People like him don't particularly like hearing the word 'no'."
His words were fraught with meaning, like he was giving you a warning of what could befall you if you ever found yourself alone with him again. The mere thought of what could have happened if Laing didn't come around when he did and Wilder succeeded in dragging you off somewhere had you going frigid where you stood.
"Don't trouble yourself, sweet girl." He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, kissing a trail to your neck. "You'll find soon enough that this place will set things right sooner or later. He'll get what he deserves eventually without any intervention from us. Until that day comes I'll do what I can. Make sure no harm comes to you." You let out a sharp moan of his name when his lips glided across your skin in an open-mouthed kiss, feeling your body grow weak when you felt his tongue lick at your skin. "The best way to do that is to make sure he sees you're spoken for." He kissed his way up to your mouth again, both of you groaning into each other's mouths when his tongue slid past your lips and tangled with your own. "Make him see that you're mine."
"Am I, though?" You cursed your filterless mouth for letting the question leave your lips.
"If you want to be," he shot back with a boyish smile, pressing another kiss to your lips, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. "For the illusion. For the night. For longer. Whichever you choose."
You felt overwhelmed with emotions, but part of you felt inclined to trust in his words that things would be set right soon enough, the conviction in his tone reassuring you and allowing your mind to focus on the fire that was spreading throughout your entire body. The only response you could give him was a little nod before he gave you a devilish smirk and pressed harder against you, his hand sliding down your torso and working its way under your dress.
"Oh sweet girl," he cooed when his fingers slid up the inside of your thigh, coming into contact with the slick fabric of your panties. "Tell me this is for me. Make my night, I beg of you."
He traced up the length of your slit with the tips of his fingers, applying just the slightest bit of pressure when he reached your clit, circling the hardening nub with expert precision and coaxing an answer from you. "Who else…would it be for?" you gasped, arching against him and letting out a moan drowned out by the party going on mere feet away from you.
Your arched back gave him the chance to wrap his free arm around you and pull you flush against him, kissing a trail from your lips down your neck and stopping at the base of your throat, biting and sucking a bruise into the skin. "You'll have to watch your words, darling. You're making it quite difficult to be gentle with you."
Those last words had you throwing all your inhibitions into the wind. "Then don't be. You said you wanted them to see that I'm yours if I wanted to be?" You pulled him by the lapels of his coat into a searing kiss, catching you both by surprise. "I want to be. Kiss me, fuck me, do what you want with me. Show them. Make them all see that I'm yours."
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his coat as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side and slid two sinfully long fingers inside of you, twisting and scissoring at your walls readying you for him.
"Look at me, sweet girl," he growled, pressing you flat against the wall and lightly grasping your chin with his free hand. The sight of his stormy gaze becoming near black from his dilated pupils stole your breath away.
He curled his fingers upwards, finding a spot that made you completely delirious that your thoughts swirled in your head. The only thought that remained, the only one that mattered, was Laing. And the absolute devastation he was about to put you through.
His free hand slid down the side of your body, grabbing your leg and hoisting it up to wrap around his waist, opening you up even more for him and pressing your bodies closer together. The thumping music from the party was overpowered by your heart furiously pulsing in your ears, a knot tightening more and more with every sensuous stroke of his fingers at that tender spot inside you.
"Come for me, little temptress," he grunted, his breath hot against your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, giving you a knowing smile before lightly rubbing tight circles against your clit with his thumb, eliciting a scream of his name that had a handful of people diverting their attention to what was transpiring between you and the building's resident doctor out here in the balcony. You could still feel your walls clenching and spasming even after he'd pulled his fingers from you.
The air left your lungs when he wrapped his hand around your other leg and your feet left the ground before he moved you away from the wall. "What--" Your words died in a high-pitched whine when your back made contact with the cold surface of the table, the sight of Laing standing over you and unbuckling his belt kicking your racing heart into overdrive.
"I think they all need a touch more convincing," he told you, a devilish grin spread across his face as he lined himself up at your entrance and sliding to the hilt inside of you in a single thrust. Watching him throw his head back, neck muscles tense as he let out a moan of pure decadence would be a memory that might stay with you for decades to come. "F-fuck, it's like I was made for you, sweet girl."
He set a steady pace, both of you moaning and screaming into the night every time your hips came together. But what had your mind swimming was the way he lifted your leg and positioned it so that your ankle rested on his shoulder, turning his head to press a tender kiss to the reddening strip of skin caused by the strap of your shoe. The tenderness of the action in stark contrast with the way he rocked his hips into yours making you whine and moan his name like a wolf in heat.
His other hand moved up the side of your body, fingers running along the slit opening at the cleavage of your dress. "May I?"
Your lack of filter once again had you cursing yourself. "You're already inside me, are you really asking permission to touch my tits?" He gave you that boyish smile again as you nodded your assent, his hand quickly working its way under the fabric to move the breezy fabric aside and expose your breast to the cold night air.
Near-obsidian eyes roamed your body laid out on the table before him, from the lustful expression on your face down to where your bodies were connected, the doctor biting his lip before leaning down to slant his mouth over hours in a frenzied kiss, your tongues tangling together as you buried your fingers in his hair. The slightest pull at his short curls had him growling against your mouth before he broke the kiss, making his way down to take your nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth ever so slightly against the pebbled skin and making you release your hold on him when your eyes rolled back from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
When his thrusts became erratic you felt his hand at the swollen nub above your entrance, you let out a scream of his name as your climaxes overtook you both. You didn't know what came over you when you bit into his neck as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, but he took it as a cue to sink his teeth into the swell of your breast, both of you surely leaving a mark on each other that would stay for at least the next couple of days.
"There's no way I'm letting you drive home after this," he said softly once he caught his breath, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and temple while you were still trying to ground yourself. "Please let me escort you back to your place."
"Don't worry there won't be any driving required," you answered him, your mind still in a haze. "Just a walk to the elevator. 25C."
"Is that so?" You only nodded at him, giving him a fully sated smile as he moved the fabric of your dress to cover you again before tucking himself back into his trousers. He held your hand as he helped you off the table, pulling you into his arms again as soon as you were back on your feet to capture your lips in a tender kiss. "Well in that case…hello, neighbor."
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This wasn't how you expected your night to end when you woke up this morning to Charlotte ceaselessly banging on the door to the apartment you'd just moved in to, practically begging you to go to the tenant party to both accompany her and celebrate your new home and the fact that you now lived so close to each other. You were more than ready to have ended the night with aching feet, slightly buzzed, and alone in bed. As you always did.
You didn't expect it to end feeling near boneless after spending the last few hours with the man that had initially been your companion for said party as a favor to your sister, bodies slick with sweat and without a stitch of clothing separating you. Coherent thoughts had ceased to form the second you two stepped foot into your apartment and he immediately hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, and he brought you to orgasm so many times you lost count.
There was an air of utterly sexed out bliss that surrounded you that only shattered when both your labored breathing had evened out, and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone and spoke again. "I believe this is where we part ways, sweet girl."
Would it be entirely too dramatic if you said you felt your heart splinter at his words? Probably. But in the moment, that was how it felt. Like a rug had been pulled out from under your feet and you were immediately dropped from a vibrant fantasy world and straight back to the bleak reality that was your day to day.
"Should've known this was coming," you scoffed out, propping yourself up on your elbows as he pulled away, unable to hide the sting of disappointment playing at your features. "Should be used to it by now I really don't know why I even thought you'd be different, but fuck it. That's on me--"
"Wait, Y/N stop. Did…did you think I was about to leave because--"
"You got what you wanted. Fucked the new girl, novelty's gone, probably realized my sister's better, really I'm used to the song and dance. So really, everything's fine. Go. I'm a big girl, I'm not about to cry and moan about it." If only you could have fought against the tears that were stinging at the back of your eyes so you could actually sell the pitch.
"And here I thought you were about to kick me out of bed so I was just beating you to the punch. Leave with a shred of dignity, you know?"
His muttered words felt like ice water washing over your entire body, immediately reaching for him in the relative darkness of the bedroom, your fingertips tracing the marblesque features of his face as you touched your nose to his. "Who would ever be stupid enough to kick you out of bed?"
Your breath hitched when his fingers curled at the curve of your waist, his thumb stroking your skin and lightly brushing the underside of your breast. "If you say you don't want me to go then--"
"Stay." The word came out all too quickly, making you bite the inside of your cheek from how desperate you saw yourself the second you said it. No taking it back, now, you inwardly hissed. Fucking pathetic. "I--I mean only if you want to, if you don't really no harm no foul just pretend I didn't say anything--"
The rest of your words died in a surprised little squeak when he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arm around you and maneuvering you so that your back was once again laid flat on the mattress. "I want to," he sighed against your lips.
You two had settled into the center of the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingertips traced down the length of your arm. "For longer," you blurted out, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw.
"For longer what, sweetheart?"
The endearment slipping from his lips had your heart doing  backflips in your chest. "You said something earlier about being yours if I wanted. For tonight or for longer. There's my answer. For longer."
The smile he gave you somehow shone brilliantly despite the dim lighting of your bedroom, with only the moon providing even the smallest glimmer of light. "You might reconsider that answer once I subject you to my cooking in the morning, darling."
"Well, nobody's perfect, Doctor Laing, but I won't hold that against you."
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A/N: Welcome to Kinktober, everybody! I'm a couple days late because I literally just finished banging out (pun absolutely fully intended) the smut scene minutes before posting this. Like I mentioned before, I'm hoping to do 5 stories as an initial goal but I have 15 planned out. Anything that I don't end up making in October will still be made somewhere down the line, it's just gonna move down the priority ladder.
It has been a long while since I wrote smut, so please be gentle, I feel like I am babey again with how rusty I am. And also it's the first time I'm writing Laing so also…be gentle.
I'm already working on the next story which will be 'bath/shower' with an older Magnus Martinsson, so hopefully that'll be reaching your dashes in the next few days 🫡
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smolvenger · 1 year
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The Cure for Virginity
Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot
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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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My Reading List Pt. 3
My reading recommendations! All of these aren’t mine. Most of these are Loki x reader fics so I’ll only mark them if not. I apologize for many pings in advance!
Nsfw: 💜 | Fluff: 💖 | Angst: ❤️ | Dark: 🖤 | Agere: 💛 | None: 🧡 | TBR: 🤎 | My favs: 💙 | Festive: 🎄 | Smuttish: ❤️‍🔥 | Birthday: 🥳
Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet - TVA Loki by @lokisbiiiitch1993 💜
Perv Wilbur by @cathers-world 💜
Wilbur Soot x reader
Drabbles
Mummy loves you by @viviennes-tears 💖💙
Tom Hiddleston x Zawe Ashton
Blooping Tones by @fruityspaceboy 💖💙
Frost giant Loki x gn reader
Loki Imagine by @touchdepriived ❤️💖
Oneshots
Tome of Fate Chapter 5 (part of a series) by @hrefna-the-raven 💜💖
Jotun Loki x reader
Marrying a Stranger by @holdmytesseract 💖💙
25 Days of Kinkmas by @abbyromanoff 💜🤎🎄
Female Marvel characters x reader
Inspections by @cthulhus-curse 💜
Carol Danvers x reader
Bunny by @abbyromanoff 💜
Wanda x reader
Teasing Loki by @lokisprettygirl 💜🤎
Pay-per-view by @burnthatbridge (Lokius) 💜❤️💙
part 2 💜❤️
part 3 💜❤️
I See You by @blackleatherjacketz ❤️🤎🎄
Lokius
Tis the Season 2023 by @multi-fandom-imagine 🤎🎄
Darker than Night by @clandestineloki 🖤💜💖💙
incubus!Loki x reader, somno
The Queen of Hearts by @clandestineloki 🖤💖💜💙
mafia!Bucky x mafia!Loki x reader
“A-glimpse-of-loki.tumblr.com” by @clandestineloki ❤️💖
The Party by @clandestineloki 💖💙
Pt. 2 💖💙
Loki Loves Loki by @clandestineloki 💖💙
Just Another Sleepover by @clandestineloki 💖
Part 2
Friendship is Magic by @clandestineloki 💖
nostalgia, Fluttershy’s my favorite pony too
Empty Memories by @internallogic 💖
Lokius
The Interruption by @loki-cees-all ❤️‍🔥💖❤️🥳
Expect the Unexpected by @sapphosbestfriend 💜💙
Part 2
Part 3 💙
Series
Thrown by @maple-seed 🤎
Relinquish the Crown by @muddyorbsblr (Uncle Loki x reader, incest) 💖❤️💜🤎💙
*S1E6 ❤️💖❤️‍🔥
*S1E7 💜❤️💖💙
*S1E8 💜❤️💖
*S1E9 💜❤️💖💙
*S1E10 💜❤️💖💙
outfits & portraits 💖❤️‍🔥
The Fall by @silver-tongued-bby (Loki x reader AU) 🖤💙
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Let Time Pass by @natendo-art (Lokius comic, fix-it-fic) 💖❤️
Part 1
Rewrite the Stars by @multi-fandom-imagine 🤎
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Against All Odds by @loki-cees-all 💜💖❤️
Glorius Birthday Bash! by @loki-cees-all and @infinitystoner 🥳
Other Reading Lists
Masterlist @asgards-princess-of-mischief (multifandom)
My Recommendations @anukulee
Authors
@viviennes-tears Masterlist (Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston characters)
@scarlethexelove Masterlist (female Marvel characters)
@maple-seed Masterlist
@mrsbuckybarnes1917 Masterlist
@poetic-fiasco AO3
@tricksterlokilaufeyson
@writerpetals Masterlist
@silver-tongued-bby Masterlist
@cthulhus-curse Masterlist
@abbyromanoff (Marvel characters)
@imagines-random Masterlist
@nyxlaufeyson Masterlist
@multi-fandom-imagine
@aesonmae Masterlist
@donaweasley Masterlist
@loki-cees-all Loki Masterlist
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13
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vbecker10 · 1 year
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I was looking for a good reaction and ended up with these... I don't even remember what I was looking for lol
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@michelleleewise @lokisgoodgirl @animnerd @peachyjinx @simplyholl @mochie85 @gigglingtigger @fictive-sl0th @holdmytesseract @lunarnights95 @cheekyscamp @maple-seed @coldnique @alexakeyloveloki @liminalpebble @mischief2sarawr @marygoddessofmischief @lovelysizzlingbluebird
*I'm not getting banned again lol
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ladycamillewrites · 1 year
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▻ 𝙻𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
▻ “One bed with Laing“ request by the lovely @muddyorbs
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▻ 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. 
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“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“.
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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“…
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Austin Butler and Olivia DeJonge in “Elvis” (2022)
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baelinsrod · 6 months
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Just a wee goliath arm appreciation post.🫠
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raqnarokr · 2 years
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Trapped in the Elevator
Posted on AO3
Word count: 1627
Pairing: Robert Laing x Female!Reader
Warning: contains smut content (+18)
Summary: You were instantly attracted to the charming Doctor Robert Laing since you saw him for the first time. One day, you two share the elevator but there's a blackout and Robert find a way to calm you.
★ Please don't repost my works in any platform! Reblogs/shares and comments are highly appreciated.
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Sorry this took ages - I started it before Christmas but then ended up writing a couple of unplanned festive stories instead. Thanks for your patience and for all the lovely comments on the previous parts 🤍 Happy new year! xx
Summary: It’s finally time for Cillian to leave for America.
Warnings: 🔞 Smut (obviously 🤭). Tiny bit of bad language. Mostly just silly emotional fluff. TW for weight loss and body image.
Word count: 2101 PART 3 | SERIES
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Part 4: Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
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Christmas passed in a blur of tinsel and family gatherings. And even though everyone was still testing for covid on a regular basis - it was all a bit weird with a new variant on the rise - they managed to do all their planned get-togethers without incident. After spending Christmas 2020 just the two of them - an event that had been both decidedly depressing and then extremely inebriated - it was even more special for Y/N and Cillian to enjoy the festivities with their nearest and dearest.
The weeks that followed were busy with Cillian constantly on calls with Chris, dialect coaches and the costume design team, making a final trip to LA for meetings, fittings and make-up tests. He and Emily were both called to do a camera test for their ‘old Robert and Kitty’ looks and she sent Y/N hilarious a selfie of their ridiculous elderly faces. It had taken three times as long to do the camera test than intended, because he and Emily couldn’t stop bursting into giggles every time they looked at each other.
And when he was home he was holed up in the basement rehearsing on his own, practicing the Oppenheimer voice and mannerisms until he could produce them almost as naturally as his own. Y/N was well used to this routine, a regular occurrence when he was prepping for any role, but especially for Tommy Shelby. It amused her that even after all their years together, he still hated her (or anyone really) hearing him practice. So she would often creep quietly down from her office, not wanting to disturb him, to hear him intoning lines in that slightly strange accent, resonant of a time gone by.
He was away to scrapings by then too, barely half the man he used to be, physically speaking. Cuddling into his arms at night, desperate to be close to him as often as humanly possible until he left, she was acutely aware of just how slight he had become.
Which, she discovered, came with new hazards.
“Ouch,” she grumbled, scooting away from him as he shifted beside her, where they lay lazily on the sofa in the living room; the basement was so full of his work-related crap at this point that they had given up on trying to use it for relaxation.
“What’s the matter?” He frowned up at her, arms still open from where he had been hugging her, moments before.
“You tried to impale me on your hip-bone, skinny-mini,” she chuckled, rubbing her side as she shifted to lay between his legs instead, back against his chest, reaching back to run her hand through his hair. “The sooner you can start eating again, the better - you’re a much less comfortable bed these days.” He snorted quietly into her hair, pressing his lips against it.
“And,” she continued, wriggling around so she was lying on top of him, noses bumping lightly, “I can’t help but worry that one of these days I’m going to be too over-enthusiastic and snap you in half.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, fingers tangling in her waves as he gently massaged her scalp.
“Is that so? Think I can’t take you, d’ya?” The dark, cheeky glint in his eye sent a shiver straight to her core.
Whatever they had been watching on tv was immediately forgotten as she closed the gap between them, his tongue sneaking past her lips to explore her mouth. His hands fumbled with the comfy pyjama bottoms she had put on after work, tugging them down sharply, taking her underwear with them, swallowing her little gasp as the cooler air of the room swept over her bare skin.
Kicking them the rest of the way off as he pulled her into a sitting position in his lap, she ground down on his still clothed, hardening cock, whimpering at the friction. She tugged his upper layers from his body as he dragged hers off too, pulling her into him, revelling in being skin to skin.
“Right here?” she asked, whining needily as he pressed hot kisses down her sternum, circling her stiffening nipples with his thumbs.
“Right here,” he agreed, wrapping his lips around one of the little buds, her back arching into his mouth.
“They could wake up,” she mumbled, eyes flicking up to the ceiling towards where both her step-sons were asleep.
“Well then you’ll just have to be quiet.” He hooked two fingers into her already slick cunt and she buried her face in his neck to keep from crying out. “Christ, you’re already soaked,” he groaned appreciatively, grazing his fingers over the sweet spot inside that made her jolt in his arms.
If there was one thing weight loss couldn’t affect, it was his hands. And, as she ground down on the thick digits inside her, she thanked all available deities for this fact.
Pulling back to be eye to eye with him, she cupped his face, her breath already coming in quick pants.
“Fuck me.”
An order, not a request.
A low growl rumbled in his narrowed chest and he carefully pulled his fingers from her. Bringing them to her lips he watched with hooded eyes as she licked them clean before leaning in to let him taste herself on her tongue.
Quickly shoving his own trousers and boxers down enough for his cock to spring out, he wasted no time in swiping it through her folds and lowering her onto him. Her face contorted in pleasure as he stretched her open (mercifully another thing that his strict diet hadn’t affected) and her fingers curled into his hair, tugging not quite gently.
“Let me see what you’ve got, baby,” he teased, settling back with hands only lightly resting on her waist. “You think you can break me in half? Give me your best shot.”
Shaking her head at him with a chuckle, she rolled her hips experimentally, catching her lower lip between her teeth as it made him grind against her gspot. He groaned as the warm confines of her cunt fluttered around his erection. Her eyes slid shut as she rutted against him, every movement sending sparks shooting under her skin.
“You can do better than that,” he murmured, hissing softly as she took up his challenge and began to ride him properly. Her fingers knotted in his hair, her other hand on his shoulder for leverage as she quickly rose and fell, gliding slickly up and down on his cock. A light sheen of perspiration coated her skin and he dragged his tongue along her sternum, licking into the slight hollow at her throat, tasting her effort as she fucked him, her head thrown back in pleasure.
“Fuck.. Cill… I’m…” she whined, thighs burning with the effort and reminding her she really needed to spend more time at the gym. He wrapped his arms around her already quivering body, tangling his fingers in her hair to draw her mouth to his. Stealing her breath with a searing kiss, he couldn’t hold back from fucking up into her, hard and fast until she was wailing into his mouth, the tight velvet squeezing of her walls convulsing around him, dragging him over the edge with her.
As their bodies grew slack, clinging to one another, racing hearts hammering against each other’s chest, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“Still in one piece,” he rasped out, feeling her lips curve into a smile against his neck.
“I suppose I’ll just have to keep trying,” she mumbled against his skin.
*****
And then finally there was only one night left to go before he got on a plane and said goodbye to Dublin for the next four months. They had the kids to stay for his last weekend and did all their favourite family things. Murphy Pizza Friday (Cillian had a salad and pretended he wasn’t jealous), watching movies and a playing particularly vicious round of Monopoly, in which Finn had a streak of extreme luck and ended in Eoin losing his rag and storming off. Which meant it was generally taken to be a resounding success.
For his last night at home though, it was just him and Y/N. She took the day off work and they spent most of it in bed, just luxuriating in each other, in a way they didn’t usually get the time to do these days. Eventually, a little dehydrated and pleasantly achey, they emerged to take the dog on a last walk together and then cooked dinner, the easy ebb and flow of conversation and one of Cillian’s playlists in the background.
Crawling back into bed later that night, she watched as he pottered about, gathering the final bits and pieces for his luggage. His car was coming at ten the next morning for an early afternoon flight to LA.
“Will you remind me to pack my charger in the morning?” he asked as he finally climbed in beside her.
“And your glasses, yes.” She immediately cuddled in next to him, head in the now more hollowy-hollow of his shoulder. She could feel his fingers threading through her hair and she tried not to let the welling emotions in her throat overwhelm her.
“Four weeks and you’ll be there,” he said quietly, reading her mind. He felt her nod as her fingers fiddled with the little patch of hair in the centre of his chest. “Just four weeks. It’s nothing.”
She gritted her teeth but couldn’t stop the tears spilling out, dripping onto his skin.
“Fuck, sorry,” she mumbled, rubbing the dampness away. “I don’t know why I’m being so silly. It’s only four weeks.”
He gently coaxed her to look at him, seeing her own feelings mirrored in his eyes, a bright sheen of unshed emotion in them.
“I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” he murmured, thumbing away another escaping tear from her cheek.
She nodded against his palm, reaching to pull his face towards hers, until their noses bumped and his forehead was touching her own.
“We’ve survived worse,” she whispered, closing the gap between their lips with a soft kiss. “And you won’t have time to miss me because Chris is going to work you into the ground,” she added, smiling as he chuckled quietly.
“I suspect that’s true.” He closed his eyes, the nagging fear of it all actually starting making his stomach churn. He’d gladly take another six months of prep.
“You are going to be brilliant, do you hear me?” She stroked her thumb over his cheekbone. “I’m so proud of you.”
He opened his eyes. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
She pulled back slightly so he could get the full effect of her eye-roll.
“Have you looked in a mirror lately? And do you think this house is soundproof? You think I don’t hear you practicing?” He hid his face with a groan and she ran a hand over his hair, left long so Chris could shoot him as young Oppenheimer first.
“You have worked so hard already, baby. This is just the next bit. You’re ready for this, I know you are. And I’ll see you in four weeks, yeah?”
He untucked to look at her again, smiling softly at him with those wide eyes that made him forget his own name.
“I love you so much,” he murmured, pulling her tighter against him, their legs tangling.
“I love you, too.” She let him catch her lips with his, tongue sneaking into her mouth, dancing with her own. Deepening this kiss, he pushed her gently onto her back, hand sliding between their bodies to cup her pussy through her underwear.
“Let me show you how much I’m going to miss you,” he mumbled, lips trailing down her throat, to her chest, pausing briefly to tease his tongue over her hardening nipples.
“I thought that’s what we spent earlier doing?” she giggled, gasping as he tugged her underwear down and wrapped his mouth around her clit.
“Do you want me to stop?” he grinned, flicking the point of his tongue over her clit, making her hips buck against his face.
“Fuck no,” she whined, burying her fingers in his hair and encouraging him back down, back arching as he sucked lightly on the sensitive little bundle. “I have to go without this for four whole weeks. I hope you weren’t expecting to sleep much tonight.”
He glanced up, pupils blown wide, lips full and shining with her arousal.
“I’ll sleep on the plane.”
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PART 5
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So the separation begins 🥺 Don’t worry, I’ve got a little something planned to help them cope 😉 As ever, I live for your comments so please so let me know what you thought in all the usual ways 🤍
🎅🏼You can read about their 2020 Christmas HERE🎄
Masterlists: CILLIAN | LOCKDOWN | MAIN
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Just You Wait
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus size!Reader
Summary: Big girl, giant man, perfect pair.
Warnings: RPF. An insane amount of smut: Size kink, praise kink, dom/sub vibes, Oral (M/F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), face sitting, orgasm denial, light choking, spanking. Use of pet names (darling, baby, love). Cursing.
A/N: My first RPF and I feel kinda weird about it, but this man has been living in my brain rent-free for days and I couldn't help myself.
When you first met Henry Cavill, you almost had a heart attack. The man was even more deliciously gorgeous in person than you could have ever imagined. You felt like you had absolutely no right to even be looking at this man, let alone meeting him. It was pretty much the luckiest day of your life, all thanks to your childhood best friend, Chris Evans. Chris was a couple years older than you, but you were born and raised in the same town, family friends since before you were even born. 
On this particular evening, Chris had dragged you along with him to an A-list holiday party, insisting that he didn’t want to go alone. You weren’t exactly a party person, but you’d just moved to LA and didn’t really know anyone. So when Chris begged you to come with him, you figured it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you’d even meet a couple people, make some friends and whatnot. You did not, however, expect to meet the single most beautiful man on planet earth. A man that you’d had a crush on from the very first time you saw him on the TV show The Tudors. 
Chris knew you had a massive crush on Henry, and if his expression was anything to go by, he also knew that Henry would be at this party. 
“Christopher Robert Evans, if you did this on purpose, I swear to god—” you started. 
“Do what?” he asked, feigning innocence. 
Just as you were about to verbally assault him, you heard a delicious English accent from directly behind you. 
“Hey, Evans, good to see you again.” 
You turned around and found yourself face-to-face with Henry Freaking Cavill. You stared at him like a guppy fish, mouth opening and closing, no words coming out.
Chris pulled the larger man into a bro hug. “Always good to see you, man.” He turned to you, clearly intent on introducing you. “This is my best friend, (Y/N). She just moved to LA.”
Henry looked you up and down, eyes moving salaciously slowly. You silently begged the floor to open up and swallow you whole. Unfortunately for you, the floor remained completely solid. 
Henry offered you a warm smile and extended his hand to take yours. When you placed your own hand in his, instead of shaking it, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to it. 
You almost died right then and there. If it weren’t for Chris, you probably would have just stood there in awkward silence for the rest of time. Chris elbowed you in the side and you yelped in surprise. He gave you a look and you immediately cleared your throat. 
��Sorry, um—hi.” You literally couldn’t have sounded more like an idiot if you tried. 
To your surprise, Henry just smiled at you. He seemed almost…intrigued, by your awkwardness. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” 
You nodded and Chris cleared his throat again. “I swear I’m not normally this awkward,” you mumbled. 
Chris and Henry both laughed. “I can confirm that. She’s actually usually the life of the party.” 
You rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t go that far.” 
“Well, I think you’re positively charming,” Henry replied. 
You nearly choked on your own saliva. The mere idea that Henry could have found you charming was actually laughable. 
Chris slid his arm around you and gave your shoulders a squeeze. “She’s the most charming person I know.” 
You recognized the teasing tone in Chris’s voice, but Henry clearly didn’t know him as well as you did. “Oh,” he said in surprise. “Are you two, a—uh—couple?”
You laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe. “Dear god, no,” you managed between fits of laughter. 
Chris was laughing too, but he smacked you on the arm when you didn’t stop laughing. “Laughing hard enough there, (Y/N/N)? I’m not that terrible, ya know.” 
“Oh you know that’s not what I meant, it’s just…I know you waaaay too well to ever date you.” 
Chris grinned ear to ear. “You know me too well, period.”
Henry looked back and forth between the two of you before shaking his head with a chuckle. “I can see why you like her, Evans, even if it’s only in a friendly way.” 
“Strictly platonic,” Chris said. “She’s completely available!” 
“Christopher!” you hissed in embarrassment. 
“What? It’s true,” he insisted with a shrug. 
You groaned under your breath, but your mood changed instantly when Henry said gently, “I’m also completely available.” 
“How is that even physically possible?” you asked before your better judgment could stop you. 
Henry grinned teasingly. “Whatever do you mean?” 
Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck. “I—umm—well…have you seen a mirror lately?” you squeaked out. 
Chris was desperately trying to control his laughter, his face twitching slightly as the mask began to slip. 
Henry simply smirked. “Are you saying I’m attractive?” he teased. 
You figured you couldn’t get any more awkward, so you might as well go all in. “Easily the sexiest man alive.” 
“Woah, woah, woah,” Chris interjected. “Pretty sure that’s my title.” 
“This year,” you teased. “Perhaps Henry will win it next year.” 
Chris rolled his eyes. “I just want it to be very clear that I held it first.” 
His tone was light and joking, and it made you laugh. Henry’s eyes were watching you, the beautiful blue orbs incredibly intense. 
“It’s much more of a compliment coming from you than any sort of public voting poll,” Henry said warmly, a teasing tone in his voice. 
Your eyes widened slightly. “Technically, I’ve personally voted you sexiest man in the universe at least twice.” 
Henry laughed loudly, the sound warm and sweet. “Now that’s a title I can get behind.” 
“You can get behind me,” you mumbled under your breath. 
“Sorry, love, what was that?” Henry asked. 
You felt your cheeks heat up immediately. You hadn’t intended for anyone to hear what you said, hell you hadn’t really intended to say it out loud at all. “Um—I—uh.” 
Henry leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered in your ear, low enough that only you could hear him. “I would be more than happy to, darling. If that’s something you really want.” 
He pulled back from you, giving you a wink. You stood there, rooted to the spot, jaw practically on the floor. 
Chris seemed to sense the change in the mood and slowly backed away. “I’m gonna go do something, uh, somewhere else.” He disappeared into the crowd of people filling the room. 
Your heart was beating so loudly that you were pretty sure Henry could hear it. Your breathing was shallow and rapid and you could feel heat pooling in your lower body. 
“So? Is that something you want?” Henry asked you again, eyebrows raised in curiosity. 
You nodded your head rapidly, not trusting your voice in the moment. 
Henry leaned forward, large body towering over you. “I need to hear you say it, beautiful.” 
“Yes, please,” you whispered. 
He smiled warmly and took your hand. “Come with me.” 
You followed along behind Henry, unsure of where exactly this was heading. He guided you up the stairs of the beautiful mansion, escorting you quickly to the nearest empty bedroom. The moment you were inside, he shut the door and locked it. You could still hear the music playing downstairs, but you were completely and utterly alone with the man you’d fantasized about for years. 
“I have to know, (Y/N), how long have you wanted me?”
You gulped, feeling so incredibly small under his intense gaze. “Years,” you whispered honestly. 
Henry groaned audibly. “I wish Chris had introduced us sooner. You’re gorgeous and I’m quite certain you’ll taste delicious.” He took a step towards you, eyes filled with desire. 
“Really?” you whimpered softly.
“Oh sweet girl, I wanted you the moment I saw you. I said hi to Chris in hopes that he would introduce me to you.” 
Surprise lit up your pretty face. You’d been a bigger girl most of your life, puberty slamming into you like a fucking freight train. You had large breasts, a round butt, wide hips, thick thighs, and a soft belly. Henry was the polar-opposite in every possible way. His entire body was covered in muscles, strong and sturdy. You were much shorter than him, and despite your curvy body, he was so much larger than you. The mere size difference between the two of you made you wet. Desire pooled in your belly and you found yourself wanting to be used by this man in every possible way. 
You licked your lips and looked up at him, trying to determine exactly what type of man he would be in the bedroom. You knew exactly what you liked and you silently prayed that he would oblige you. “What do you want me to do, sir?” you asked in your most submissive voice. 
“Fuuuuck,” Henry groaned. His body immediately responds to you, cock hardening in his already tight pants. “Come here, pretty girl.” 
You move to stand directly in front of him and he grabbed your hips to pull you flush against his body before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss started gentle enough, but quickly turned into a deeper, more passionate one. You could feel Henry’s hard length against your abdomen, and his hands tangled into your hair, tugging lightly. You moaned against his lips, unintentionally inviting his tongue to enter your mouth. 
His tongue immediately asserted dominance over yours, everything about him deliciously predatory. Even the way he held your body against his reminded you that you were completely at his mercy. There was no place you’d rather be. 
When Henry finally allowed you to pull away to breathe, you gulped air down as quickly as possible, desperate to feel his lips against yours again. 
“Can you take your clothes off for me, darling?” he asked softly. 
You nodded your head, but your self-consciousness about your body started to rear its ugly head. You started to take off your pants, feeling less uncomfortable with him seeing your lower body than your torso. 
Henry watched your movements hungrily. He was desperate to touch every single inch of your body, but he knew he needed to be patient. He was enjoying watching you strip too much to stop you. 
When your pants were lying on the floor of the room, you started to remove your shirt, but stopped just before lifting it to reveal your stomach. You took a deep breath before quickly removing the shirt completely. Your arms immediately moved to cover your stomach, as if on instinct. 
Henry was trying to appreciate your beautiful form and was annoyed when you put your arms in the way, hiding yourself. He was about to correct you when he looked at your face and realized the truth. 
He took a step towards you and laid a large hand on your arm. “Don’t hide yourself darling. I want to see every single inch of you.”
You swallowed thickly, but allowed him to peel your arms away from your body, giving him a full view of your scantily clad form. 
He groaned softly, eyes raking over your body. “I’ve never seen someone so beautiful,” he whispered reverently. 
“Thank you,” you murmured. 
“Now, how about you let me take off that pretty bra?”
“Please,” you whispered. 
The moment he got a full view of your breasts, he inhaled sharply. Normally, he would have asked first, or at least taken his time with you, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. 
Henry seemed to realize that he might have moved too quickly and immediately removed his lips from your breast. “Sorry, darling. I should have asked first.” 
“It’s quite fine,” you murmured. “You’re in charge, sir.”
The use of the title made his body shiver involuntarily. “That’s my good girl.” 
You gasped and pressed your hips against him, the praise clearly going straight to your core. 
Henry obviously noticed too. “You like that don’t you? When I tell you you’re a good girl?”
You nodded quickly. 
“Darling,” he said in a warning tone.
“Yes, sir,” you said hastily. 
“Much better.” His lips attached to your breasts again, hands sliding up your body to assist his mouth in pleasuring you. He took his time, enjoying the sweet little sounds you were making. 
Your moans turned into soft whimpers of desire. You needed more, desperate to feel his touch on every part of you. 
Henry seemed to sense your need and he lifted his mouth off of you. “You need more, baby?” he asked softly. 
“Please, sir. I need you.”
“Well how could I deny such a sweet request?” Henry took a step away from you and directed you to sit down on the edge of the bed. “Watch me,” he said firmly as he began to remove his clothes. 
Each movement was painfully slow and you wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him so badly that you almost jumped out of your own skin. Henry knew exactly what he was doing to you and damnit if it didn’t turn you on even more. 
When Henry unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his body, you nearly passed out. “Holy shit,” you murmured. 
He grinned, practically preening under your appreciative gaze. He removed his pants much more quickly than he had his shirt, his own desperation controlling his actions. He tugged his boxer briefs down, his massive cock standing tall, begging for attention. 
If you thought he looked good before, there weren’t even words for how incredible he looked completely naked like this. Every inch of his body was hard and chiseled, and you felt an intense desire to touch him. 
Without a single thought, you dropped to your knees in front of him, mouth mere inches from his hard length. You looked up at him, eyes begging him for permission. 
He looked down at you with a dark expression. “Open your mouth for me, love.”
You immediately did as he asked, mouth parting for him, tongue ready to taste him. 
He slipped the head of his cock between your lips with a groan. “Can I fuck your pretty little mouth, darling?” 
You pulled back slightly. “Henry, I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Stop asking me for permission, you already have it.” 
He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk playing on his lips. “As you wish.” 
The moment the words left his lips, he was grabbing your hair and thrusting his cock into your mouth so deeply you gagged. You dug your nails into his thighs and pulled him even closer, letting him know you liked it. 
Henry let go of any sort of inhibition he may have had and began fucking your mouth relentlessly. Every single thrust hit the back of your throat, and within seconds you were a drooling, whimpering mess. 
“Fuck, baby, feels so good. Doing so well for me.” 
You moaned as loudly as you could, the vibrations reverberating through his cock. 
“Shit,” he groaned as his thrusts became more frantic. “Gonna cum, baby.”
You tightened your throat around his cock and his hips bucked as he came in your mouth, seed spilling down your throat. He pulled out and pulled you up off the floor, gently cleaning your face, wiping the saliva and tears from it. “Loose the panties, sweetheart,” he said softly before climbing on the bed. 
You did as he asked before climbing onto the bed with him. He beckoned you closer, pulling you up to straddle his chest the moment your body was within reach. 
“Sir?” you asked in confusion. 
“Come up here, baby. Wanna taste you.” 
There is absolutely no way that he meant what you think he meant…you were much too big for that. 
As if he read your mind, he dug his large fingers into the flesh of your hips. “Get up here, now.” His voice and expression practically dripped with dominance and it was extremely hard for you to resist him. 
“But—I, um—I don’t wanna hurt you,” you mumbled. 
Henry sat up slightly, large hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look directly at him. “I could pick you up and toss you around if I felt like it, baby. You’re not going to hurt me or smother me or whatever other nonsense you’re thinking.”
Your eyes widened, pussy clenching at the mere thought of him tossing you around like a ragdoll. 
Henry seemed to notice and he shot you a little grin. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna talk about that later, but right now, I want to eat that little pussy until you can’t breathe.” 
You couldn’t deny that it sounded incredible, so you started to crawl up his body until your pussy hovered directly over his mouth. Henry dug his fingers into your thighs, pulling you down against his mouth, holding you tightly. 
His tongue darted out to taste you and he moaned loudly. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned into you. He started to lick and suck at your pussy, skills clearly evident. 
You cried out loudly as he ate you with abandon. You started to ride his face slowly without even realizing it. The moment your hips started to move, Henry gripped them and started to guide you gently, helping you reach your high more quickly. 
“Oh god, please,” you whimpered. Your legs were already shaking and you could feel your impending orgasm ready to rip through you. “Please, I—I’m so close.” 
Henry loved the sound of you begging for him. He couldn’t speak without stopping what he was doing, so instead he moaned against your core as his tongue assaulted your clit. 
The vibrations from his moan mixed with his current actions, quickly pushed you straight over the edge. In the heat of the intensity of your orgasm, you cried out his name. 
Henry helped you through your high before gently lifting you off his face and onto the bed beside him. The fact that he did so with almost no effort was a massive turn-on. 
Henry immediately rolled on top of you, hovering over your body, arms caging you in place. “You tasted even better than I imagined,” he whispered into your skin as he kissed your neck. 
You sighed softly, loving the way his lips felt against your skin. 
“But you made a big mistake, darling.” His voice was dark and he bit your shoulder gently. 
“I—I did?”
“What did you call me when you came, baby?”
You quickly realized your mistake and hastily apologized. “I’m so sorry, sir. I—I didn’t mean to. I was just—you were so good—and I—” 
His teeth nipped at your pulse point, effectively silencing your stuttered apology. “I know you’re sorry, love, but unfortunately your bad behavior must be punished.” 
Your body immediately responds to the threat of punishment, fluid dripping from your core as a shudder raked through your body. Neither of which went unnoticed by Henry. He grinned devilishly, knowing you were so wanting and willing. 
Henry’s cock was hard again and pressing against your core. You whimpered slightly and he looked at your face. Seeing worry in your eyes, Henry’s expression softened. “I’ll go slow, darling.” 
You nodded. “Okay.” 
“Hey,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ve got you, okay?” 
You nodded again. “I just haven’t—umm—haven’t had anyone that big before.” 
Henry smirked, eyes filling with lust. “Yeah? Never had a big thick cock in your sweet little pussy before?” 
Your eyes widened, clearly enjoying the dirty talk. “No, sir.” 
He groaned, the head of his cock pressing between your folds. You gasped as he slowly began to enter you. The intensity of the stretch was almost unbearable. Henry paid close attention to your face as he continued to push into you, making sure you weren’t in too much pain. He knew there was nothing he could do to prevent some pain, but he would be damned if he hurt you more than was necessary. “You with me, pretty girl?” 
“Ye—yes, sir.” 
“That’s my good girl.” He pushed even farther into you, almost bottoming out. “You’re taking me so well. Just a little more.” 
You clung to Henry’s shoulders as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, going still to allow you time to adjust. You had never in all your life felt so incredible and the man hadn’t even moved yet. Your pussy was stretched deliciously and so full of him, and you loved it. 
“Hen—sir, please move, please.” 
Henry decided to ignore your near-mistake since you corrected it so quickly. Instead, he obliged your request, hips almost immediately setting a brutal pace. 
“Oh—god—” you moaned loudly, words barely able to form in your mouth. 
“Fuck, darling, this pussy is so tight. Made for me,” Henry groaned out as he fucked you harshly. 
You could already feel an orgasm building within you and Henry seemed to notice it almost immediately. 
“You’re close aren’t you, baby?” he grunted. 
You nodded rapidly. 
“Don’t cum until I give you permission. Understand?” 
You looked upset, but nodded again. 
Henry grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him. “Words, love.” 
“I understand, sir.” 
“Good girl.” Henry’s agile fingers quickly found your clit and began to gently rub it in exactly the way you liked as if he’d fucked you 100 times before. 
Your moans only increased in volume and number, signaling Henry that you were incredibly close. “Do you wanna cum, darling?” 
“Yes sir—please,” you begged. 
The moment the words left your mouth, Henry’s hands left your body and his hips slowed to shallow thrusts. 
“No—no, please, sir. Don’t stop.” 
“Sorry, love. This is part of your punishment,” he murmured as he placed gentle kisses to your neck and face. 
Your orgasm quickly faded and Henry picked up his movements again. This went on for what felt like an eternity, at least 5 orgasms were denied by Henry, and by this point you were a sobbing mess beneath the behemoth of a man. 
“Please, sir—please, I can’t—I need to cum,” you sobbed, actual tears sliding down your cheeks. 
As much as Henry was enjoying denying you, he desperately wanted to feel you cum around his cock. “Yeah, baby? You need it?” 
“Please,” you begged desperately. 
Henry’s hand wrapped around your throat and gave it a very gentle squeeze as he fucked into you. You mewled desperately, clinging to him tightly. 
“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he murmured. 
The orgasm that hit you was the most incredible, intense orgasm of your life. You cried out, but no coherent words left your lips. Your body shook beneath the massive man, and he released your neck, shifting his weight to chase his own high. 
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close. Gonna fill you up.” 
“Please sir. I wanna feel you cum in me.” 
“Fuck,” he gasped as he pumped into you, moans breaking through his dominant façade as his seed spilled into you. He worked himself through his orgasm before pulling out of you and collapsing beside you. 
“Give me five minutes, darling, and I’ll finish your punishment.” 
Your head whipped to face him so quickly, he was surprised you didn’t have whiplash. “More?” you asked breathlessly. 
“Oh yes. You just wait, pretty girl.” 
“Can we make it ten minutes?” 
He chuckled. “Only because you’re so difficult to say no to.” 
You were incredibly thankful for those ten minutes, but they passed way too quickly. Before too long, Henry was back on top of you, lips hungrily pressed against yours. 
“Roll over for me, darling.” 
You did as you were asked, now laying against the bed, face pressed into the comforter, ass in the air. 
Henry was directly behind you, admiring the view. His hands gently rubbed your ass, appreciating the supple skin. “Now this ass is the best I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. 
Before you could reply, you felt a sharp stinging pain on your ass cheek. You gasped at the sensation, head whipping around to look at Henry. He was smirking back at you, his entire body oozing the dominance you so desperately craved. 
“Count,” he demanded. 
“One,” you gasped out as he hit you again. Slap after slap after slap, all of which were soothed by him immediately after. “Fifteen,” you said breathlessly. 
Henry stopped, placing a gentle kiss to the reddened skin. “Such a good girl for me.” 
You whimpered, pussy dripping with the anticipation of what was to come. 
Henry lined himself up at your entrance, cock sliding back and forth along your folds to collect the juices there. Without warning, he fully sheathed himself in your tight pussy, your moans mixing with his soft curses. He once again set a relentlessly brutal pace. 
“Sir,” you gasped, the feeling so overwhelming that you couldn’t even begin to formulate any other thoughts. All you could do was moan in pleasure. 
“Shit, baby, so good for me,” he gasped. “I want you to cum all over my cock.”
You whimpered, orgasm already building within you. 
“Don’t you worry, baby, I’m gonna mark you forever. You’re mine,” he growled. 
The authority with which he said it had you clenching desperately around him. You wanted to be his, to be marked by him forever. 
Henry’s hand slid up your back, gripping your neck to pull you back against his chest. He held you tightly against him, hips never faltering. One hand wrapped around the base of your neck and the other slid down to rub your clit, the combination of all three actions and his breathy moans in your ear had you begging for release. 
“Please, sir—let me cum.”
“I’m gonna fill that sweet little pussy up, baby. You’ll never get rid of the feeling of me inside you,” he groaned in your ear. “Tell me you’re mine, baby. Wanna hear you say it.” 
“I’m—I’m yours,” you gasped out. 
“Fuck.” His movements became desperate and you could tell he was close to cumming. His hand tightened on your neck and you gasped in pleasure. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. 
Your orgasm slammed into you with even more intensity than the previous one. You cried out, moans mixing with Henry’s name. Your orgasm triggered his and he barked out your name as he spilled inside of you. 
After a few moments, Henry pulled out and laid you down gently on the bed before stumbling to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. He came back to the bed and very gently cleaned you up. Each touch against your pussy made you gasp, your over-stimulated body shaking beneath his gentle touch. 
“I’ve got you, darling. I’m here,” he whispered. 
Henry tossed the towel onto the floor and began to get dressed. Once he had his clothes on, he started to help you back into yours, but he slipped your panties into his pocket, refusing to give them back to you.
“Give me those!” you demanded with a laugh. 
“Absolutely not. These are mine now.” 
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “So, um—I’m not sure I can walk.” 
Henry grinned impishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry you to the car.” 
“Car?” you asked in confusion. 
He raised an eyebrow. “Did you really think I’d just let you leave with Evans after this?” 
“I—uh, yeah. I mean, I guess I didn’t think about it.” 
Henry leaned over you, lips inches from yours. “I told you were mine, (Y/N). I wasn’t kidding.” 
Your eyes widened. You’d just assumed that was a heat-of-the-moment sex thing.
“Unless you don’t want that,” Henry said softly, backtracking a little, fearing he’d gone too far. 
“No!” you said quickly. “I mean, I want that. Definitely. You, uh—you kinda ruined me for all other men.” 
He grinned and puffed out his chest proudly. “It only gets better from here, love.” 
“Oh really?” you teased. 
He kissed you passionately before pulling away. “Just you wait.” 
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smolvenger · 1 year
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Do any of y'all want to be tagged in my first High-Rise Fic?
Okay, guys. I finished a second draft of a fluff and smut fic about fem! reader being a tenant at the High-Rise and losing her virginity to Doctor Sexy himself, Robert Laing. Would anyone be interested in being tagged! Like I said, there will be smut, so 18+ for this one-shot, please!
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sunlightmurdock · 7 months
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The Odyssey | 0.7 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
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Doing things simply because you want to do them feels better than expected. Bradley wants this trip to work out.
Warnings: to lovers, power imbalance, professor / student relationship, age gap ( 22 / 33), will be smut, virgin reader, swearing, infidelity, them actually getting along for once?, kissing, wc: 3.3k
With Bradley busy with his research, Pasquale assumes the responsibility of leading the group. He’s much more lax than Bradley, his only instruction is to meet him in the lobby before nine-thirty and be prepared for a short walk.
It’s the first morning that you aren’t even a little bit late. You’ve been up since six with no chance of getting back to sleep. For a while, you had just laid on your back and stared out of the window at the street view. It’s always cooler in the mornings, it’s nice to leave the window open.
Even with the nice view, the breeze — you just can’t relax enough to try to get back to sleep. You’re uncomfortable to the point of practically squirming thinking of how you had behaved last night. It’s not even like you can really blame the wine. Well, you could, it was a lot. But you hadn’t felt drunk when you had kissed Bradley.
Simply, you had just wanted to kiss him. It’s hard to remember the last time you had done something just because you had wanted to.
Malcolm was your first kiss when you were fifteen. Those soft kisses in the passenger seat of his brand new car. Things with him really haven’t progressed much further since then.
Every now and then things will progress to some neck kissing, some hands under shirts — but it’s been eight years. Three weeks with Bradley and you’re practically throwing yourself at him.
His absence feels heavy as Pasquale takes all of you on a guided tour around the city. Especially when he walks you up those familiar steps and shows you the same viewpoint that you had sat on last night, with Bradley’s heavy arm around your shoulder.
It’s worsened by the fact that everyone around you is growing closer to each other. They have inside jokes. They’re affectionate. You’re borderline invisible. So, wandering along a little side road that Pasquale insists will lead somewhere important, it’s not surprising when you’re struck once again by the sudden desire to just do what you want.
What you want, at that exact moment in time, is ice-cream. A little bit after one, the sun’s almost at its highest point now and traipsing through the city in the heat just doesn’t sound like fun.
Bradley’s tutoring you now, you spend your free times reading all of the books that Pasquale could lend you. As you see it, being taken to see old buildings with people that don’t like you, is just a waste of time.
It turns out, it’s much more fun without them. It could have been an opportunity to think about who you are and what you’re doing, but that’s far too complicated for just today. Taking spoonfuls of caramel flavoured gelato, your Walkman is plucked from your bag and you’re listening to a mix that one of your friends had made you.
Taylor Dayne guides you through the city. You look up and around you, taking it all in. It’s probably the most relaxed that you’ve felt since Malcolm kissed you goodbye back in New York. The music plays loudly as you round a corner into another plaza. Licking a smidge of the gelato from your bottom lip, you slow slightly.
If Pasquale was here, he would probably be able to tell you which tourist trap you have stumbled across. But, he isn’t, so you walk forwards by yourself. Through the crowds of women, ditching the remnants of your dessert into a nearby trash can as you lean closer to read the sign.
La casa di Guilietta. Even with your lack of revision, you know what that means. A small smile plasters itself across your lips as the next tracks plays on. Robert DeNiro’s Waiting, Bananarama. Penny’s one request had been for you to bring her back a picture of a hunky Italian, maybe this is her idea of inspiring you to do so.
Walking under the stone archway, you cross through into the cobbled, crowded courtyard and look up at the stone balcony. Pushing your hands into the pockets of your blue gingham shorts, you come to a complete stop. It’s debated if Shakespeare ever even went to Italy, so he probably never saw this.
Now that you have, you can understand the inspiration.
Glancing down at the brown leather watch on your wrist, you have about an hour and a half left until you’re supposed to meet Bradley back at the hotel for the afternoon.
Looking back up, your attention is caught by a woman sitting on a bench. She can’t be much older than you. Her breath catches in her throat, wet tears rolling down onto the notebook in her lap as she sobs. It’s rude to stare, that was instilled into you at a very early age. But you can’t help but watch as she tears the page from the book and crosses to the wall by your right.
She tucks it between the bricks and brushes past you, trembling. Brows knitting, you walk forwards to examine the wall, littered with pages and notes. Touching a pink-tinted page with your index finger, you push it back just enough to read it. By some blind luck, the first one that you touch is written in English. Dear Juliet.
Emma details her relationship with a man called Marcus. A sixteen year long marriage, falling apart at the seams, and a lifetime of doubt. She details the heartbreak and hard work, the pain of just not knowing. The second that you read her sign off, you move on to another letter.
“I just wish I had a few more days here, the Capitolare is so impressive.” Bradley hums as he walks alongside Enzo, one of the treasurers of a nearby museum. He has been helping Bradley with his research through the morning, it’s because of him that Bradley had access to texts which aren’t supposed to be available anymore.
“I could get you in earlier tomorrow, since you can’t do this afternoon. Get you an extra couple of hours, if you don’t mind the early wake up time.” Enzo offers with a quick shrug.
“That would be…” Bradley catches a glimpse of blue to his left and turns his head, his voice starting to trail. White tennis shoes, brown leather shoulder bag, blue gingham shorts. Alone. “Sorry, can you give me a sec?”
Brows furrowed, your eyes scan the page as a Tears for Fears track plays in your ears. This letter is fresh. The name on it is Annabella. It starts off so happily. She’s married, she has a daughter, and she and her husband are so happy together. But it’s not enough. Your lips twist into a small frown as you read on.
Bradley reaches out and takes hold of your headphones, pulling them off of your ears and letting them fall to rest around your neck. Before he has even let go, you’re already gasping loudly and spinning towards him.
The interaction catches the attention of several of the women writing around you. Bradley drops his hands back down to his sides and looks to the wall behind you, then around at where he is.
“What are you doing here? — Where’s Pasquale?”
You look him up and down. It’s eye-level, but that’s not what causes you to stare at the loosely fastened half-Windsor knotted tie around Bradley’s neck. You didn’t even know he owned a tie.
“I don’t know. What are you doing here?” You flip the question, finally lifting your gaze to look him in the eye with your hands crossed behind your back.
“I had a meeting and I saw you here on your own. Did they ditch you?”
Your lips press together swiftly. It’s embarrassing that he knows they dislike you so much but, in a way, also endearing that he’s concerned enough to have come over and check. Quiet, you lean around him to see another smartly dressed man in a bespoke suit staring over at the two of you. As you lean in, Bradley inhales the scent and jasmine. He swallows as you pull back to look at him again.
Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie loosened, his hair fluffy and pushed back off of his forehead. No suit jacket, but he is wearing a belt. His shoes look like real leather. It’s a step above smart casual. He looks handsome. Grown up. Too old for you probably, when he finally dresses his age.
“No,” You answer him back, pushing you sunglasses up into your hair to look at him. “I was bored, so I left.”
Bradley stares at you, silent for a moment before he finally lifts his brows expectantly. “You what?”
“I just went for a walk.” You tell him calmly.
“On your own.” Bradley isn’t even asking you to confirm, he’s just mulling it over by himself. He looks around once more, giving a soft shake of his head. “You didn’t think that that might have been kind of dangerous?”
Leaning around him again, you peer through the archway curiously. The look on your face as you pull back tells him that you have no interest in entertaining this conversation. And, he’s right. “Your friend looks like he’s getting kind of impatient.”
“You can’t just wander off. Pasquale could be looking for you.” Bradley chides, his face twisting into a stern frown. You give another small shrug of your shoulders, crossing your arms over your chest. He narrows his eyes at you. “You’ve been here all afternoon?”
“For a while, yeah.” You answer calmly.
“You know how to get back to the hotel from here?” Bradley asks. There’s a brief pause as a smile starts to creep its way onto your lips.
“Sure…” You shrug once more. He shakes his head in disbelief. “I could figure it out.”
He opens his mouth, then promptly closes it again. You watch patiently as Bradley shoots a definitely impatient look towards his accomplice. He sighs. “Come on, troublemaker. Let’s go tell Pasquale you’re alive.
You gesture to the wall behind you. You didn’t get to the bottom of that letter. “Oh, actually, I was just—“
“Now.” Bradley interrupts, placing his hand on your shoulder and spinning you towards Enzo. He watches the dirty look you shoot back at him, relieved as you decide to start walking anyway.
You walk silently between them as Bradley has a conversation with Enzo on the way back to the hotel. They don’t bother to include you, you don’t bother to interrupt. Bradley watches as you lengthen your strides, wandering a few steps ahead of them, setting your headphones back over your ears.
“Girlfriend problems?” Enzo whispers, smiling softly as he looks over at Bradley.
“What? — No, she’s a student.” Bradley breezes over the question in a way that surprises him. He hasn’t ever considered himself to be a very good liar. He usually tells the truth without caring who it will hurt. So, that was believable. He wouldn’t have guessed that Bradley left your room last night with his dick straining against his jeans.
“Then she has a crush on you.” Enzo replies with a chuckle.
It’s not a crush. You’re both attracted to each other, Bradley knows that as well as he knows that it’s not smart to feel that way. But a crush is something different. He’s not sure that you like him enough for it to be called a crush.
“Call it six for tomorrow morning? — I’ll meet you by the steps?” He changes the topic swiftly, knowing that Enzo’s a smart enough guy to pick up on that. He doesn’t really have another choice. Enzo shoots a quick look towards you, then looks back to Bradley with a smile, giving a curt nod of his head.
Bradley adjusts the leather strap of his bag against his shoulder, walking faster to catch up to you. Even with your headphones on, you don’t startle this time. He’s less abrupt about it, casually slipping his palm into yours and overtaking you.
Your lips quirk into a smile as he guides you towards the stairwell. Being thirty minutes early, you both know that means that Pasquale and the others aren’t back yet. You push the headphones back and let them rest around your neck as he slips his room key from his pocket.
The lock clicks open compliantly and Bradley takes a step back, motioning for you to go ahead. Dropping your bag onto Luke’s bed, you untangle yourself from the Walkman and its wire, then drop that down too. There’s a perfectly good desk and this room has three perfectly good chairs. Bradley closes the door behind him as you sit down on the edge of his bed.
He glances down at his watch. Your heartbeat picks up as he lifts his head and crosses to sit beside you. And then, he pulls open his satchel and pulls out a bundle of papers. Fuck, the exam. Truthfully, you hadn’t been expecting any real work to happen.
Your lips part as you stare down at the circled 73 scrawled on the front of the practice exam.
“Are you serious? — A C?”
Bradley lifts his gaze and smirks. Just like that, you’ve switched from batting your eyelashes to looking like you’re deciding whether or not to hit him. He can’t pretend he isn’t amused.
“It’s better than an F.” He points out, starting to loosen his tie as he leans one palm on the sheets behind him. You turn your head and squint, displeased with his answer clearly.
“Better than— you know what, I - I should just—“
Bradley catches your wrist as you stand up from the bed swiftly, letting the exam paper fall to the bed. He tugs you back towards him, catching your hips and guiding you between his knees. He studies your scowling face.
“You’re really not used to not being perfect at everything, are you, honey?” He muses. You push at his shoulders and move to step back, rolling your eyes at him. With minimal effort, Bradley squeezes at your hips and keeps you right there. “It’s alright. Just sit down, we’ll take a look.”
“I don’t want to take a look. It’s stupid.” You shake your head, shoving at his shoulders again. Bradley gives your hips a small tug, spreading his knees as he guides you down onto his thigh.
“It’s not stupid.” He tells you. You narrow your eyes at him as he smooths his hand softly along your back. His lips quirk up into a smile. His hand curls around the nape of your neck, making sure that you turn your head to look at him. “You’re not stupid. I was impressed.”
“Impressed by a C? — Bradley, stop it.” You sigh, pushing at his hands and trying to stand up again. It’s clear that you’re not going to stop trying to run away any time soon, and Bradley’s not done making his point.
His hands curl tight around you hips and you yelp as he lifts you and turns at the same time, dropping you down onto his bed and pinning you there. “You went from an F to a C in three weeks. That’s why I’m impressed. I’m not messing with you.”
Your eyes flicker between his face and the gold chain threatening to slip out from inside of his neat button-up. You exhale softly.
“I thought I did better.” You admit. Shame coats your features, you’re avoiding his gaze, your hands are pinned rigidly at your sides. Bradley sits up a little, giving you some leeway to move.
“So let’s talk about it.” Bradley says calmly. You stare back at him, finally looking him in the eye. He can tell that you want to get up and run. Leaning down, one of his hands comes to grip your hip as he kisses your lips slowly. He pulls back, and raises his brows expectantly.
“Okay.” You agree quietly.
He shoots you a quick smile, then stands up, grabbing the exam paper from the bed as you push yourself up. He sits at the end facing you as he quizzes you once again through the first page. For the first time, you don’t feel scrutinized by him.
“Alright, the Latin unseen translation is where you lost a lot of points, but uh — it’s alright. We can work on that.” Bradley scratches at the back of his neck as he studies the excerpt. You’re quiet, toying with your cuticles. He continues. “The information you’re given is that a farmer is entertaining three gods, incognito, in his cottage until Neptune inadvertently gives them away. Do you pay attention to this stuff at the top when you’re translating?”
You swallow. No, not really. Really, you had recognised a few of the words and assumed that you would be okay. “Of course I do.”
He looks up at you over the page, quiet like he’s giving you a moment to rescind your answer. “This isn’t going to work if you lie.”
“I’m not lying.” You rush defensively, crossing one knee over the other. Bradley exhales slowly and sets the pen down on the bed between the two of you. He raises his eyebrows. “I’m not!”
The door bursts open before you, and the moment is over. The two of you stare, side-by-side, as Luke is backed into the room with Robin’s tongue in his mouth. From Bradley’s vantage point, he can see her hand inside of his jeans
“Luke!”
Luke groans as Robin ribs her hand back. He pants, turning to face the man, wiping lipstick from his face. “Oh, hey, Bradley. I, uh — um, how did that meeting with Enzo go?”
You glance across. If Luke knows whatever the hell Bradley was up to today, you should probably know too. Luke isn’t even that good of a student and he knows. But, he does idolize Bradley.
“Robin has a room to herself now, you know.” You point out, trying to save them from the pain of getting lectured by Bradley any more than they already have.
“Who asked you?” Robin bites back.
Bradley stares at her. He presses his lips together in a line. In the years that he has been running this trip, he hasn’t ever had to babysit this much.
He pushes himself up and walks over to her, then brushes right past. Your eyes widen, craning your neck to watch as Bradley slams his fist into the door beside his. Robin and Luke stare on, confused as he walks along the hall doing the same until all of his students pour out into the hallway.
“Everyone come here, make sure you can hear me because I’m only going to say it once.”
From now on, if you make me treat you like children, I’ll treat you like children. The first one of you to upset someone here will deal with me. You’re going to start getting along like adults.
You fiddle awkwardly with the corner of the exam paper as he continues on, knowing that this is all your fault.
“Starting tonight. At eight, you’re going to meet me in the lobby and we’re going to get dinner together. You’re going to get along whether you like it or not. Understood?”
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cherrycola27 · 9 months
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This was inspired by this ask for my 2k celly!
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI
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You remember the day you met Robert Floyd. You'd just come to California to help open a new branch of your law firm, and you were celebrating a job well done with some of your friends at a Navy bar one of them knew.
You'd immediately spotted him, a wallflower amongst his friend group. He was shy, quiet, and reserved. Just your type. Most people would think that someone like you, a cut throat lawyer who'd been compared to Hades more times than you cared to count, would be drawn to someone loud and in your face.
But just how Hades longed for a breath of spring in Persephone, you desired someone to complete you. Reel you in and bring you back to earth when you became too much.
And that's exactly what Robby did. You'll never forget the look on his face when you confirmed that you were, in fact, talking to him. You spent all night getting to know him. Two days later, he was taking you on a date.
You were now three months into your relationship, and Robby's birthday was approaching. You planned to take him out of town and get a nice hotel suite and hopefully cross that final line in your relationship.
You had suspected that Bob didn't have much experience in the bedroom. What you hadn't expected was for him to almost shamefully admit to you that he was a virgin after the two of you had been making out on your couch and he'd cum in his pants.
You took his face in your hands and told him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and whenever he was ready, you would cross that line together.
These past two weeks, Bob had been getting bolder when he kissed you. Touching you, pulling your hair, trying to dominate the kiss. You knew that he was ready.
This weekend, the two of you would be alone, and Robby would be all yours, to kiss, to love, to corrupt, to enjoy.
You were giddy the whole drive to La Jolla. You sat in the passenger seat of Bob's truck singing along to a playlist you'd made just for the occasion.
You were beaming when you checked in the hotel, and you were practically bouncing up and down in the elevator and down the hallway to your room. As soon you slid the key into the lock, you were practically dragging your Bob into the room.
He quickly rolled in the luggage and took in the suite.
"Wow, Honeybee, this is amazing. There is only one problem." He said as he faced you.
"What? What's wrong?" You asked him, slightly panicked.
"There is only one bed. Where are we both going to sleep?" He asked you. You threw your head back and chuckled. "We are going to share. We are a couple." You reminded him.
"Right." He said as a blush crept across his cheeks. "Well, it does look pretty comfortable. We should be able to sleep pretty well on it." He says. You can't help but laugh at your clueless boyfriend.
"Oh, Robby, there are so many more things that we can use it for other than sleeping. How about I show you." You purred into his ear as you lead him further into the hotel room.
Bob swallowed thickly as you pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. You kissed him a few times before stepping back and pulling your sundress over your head.
Bob's eyes went wide as you revealed a black lace bodysuit with some tasteful cutouts. He swallowed thickly as you sank to your knees in front of him. You made quick work of his belt, and when you tapped his hips, he lifted them so you could bring his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion.
His cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. You licked your lips as you looked at it. He was long and thick and girthy, with pretty veins wrapping around it. The tip was flushed, the same shade of pink that spread across his cheeks.
"Has anyone ever given you a blow job, Robby?" You asked him as you peered up at him through your lashes.
"N—no." He stuttered out. A wicked smile spread across your red lips before you leaned forward and licked the vein that ran from the base to the tip.
And long groan left his lips as you did so. Determined to see what other sounds you could draw from him, you kitten licked the head, lapping up beads of precum before taking the tip between your lips.
You bobbed your head further down his length, swallowing around him once you reached the neat thatch of hair at his base.
His hips bucked involuntarily, causing you to gag. You moaned at the sensation, hoping he would do it again, but Bob was too polite. You grabbed one of his white knuckled hands and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers tangled in your hair, but he was still frozen as you pleasured him.
You pulled off of him completely and told him, "Robby, you can be a little rough with me. I want you to fuck my face. Okay?" He sucked in a breath and nodded.
You resumed your work, and soon, his hips were bucking into your mouth, and both of his hands tangled in your hair. Bob couldn't stop the cries of pleasure from leaving his mouth as you worked him faster and faster.
"Honeybee, I'm gonna—" but Bob didn't have time to finish his warning before he was shooting thick, hot ropes of his salty cum down your throat.
You swallowed and pulled off of him before sticking out your tongue and showing him that you'd taken all of his release. He looked at you mystified.
"Did you like that, Robby?" You asked him innocently.
"I fucking loved it, Honeybee." He growled as he pulled you into his lap. You moan. Bob rarely cursed, and hearing is pretty mouth say something filthy just did it for you. You quickly whipped his shirt off before he brought your lips together.
His hands roamed all over you body. Eagerly taking in the lace number you were wearing.
"Can I— can I taste you?" Bob asked. This time, you were the one caught off guard shaking your head.
Bob manhandled you on your back as you nestled against the pillows.
He took his time kissing down your body. Your gasps and moans and words of praise spurred him on. He spread your legs wide before settling between your thighs.
"Have you ever done this, Robby?" You ask him. "I tried with my last girlfriend, but I didn't know what I was doing, and she didn't like it." He admits sheepishly.
"It's okay, baby. I'll help you. I'll teach you to eat pussy like a king, but only for me." You smirk at him. He blushes, and you give him the go-ahead. He peppers a few kisses along your thighs before pulling the crotch of the bodysuit to the side.
He placed a few kisses along your glistening cunt before tentatively licking a broad swipe over your folds.
You let out a high-pitched whine. Bob looks up and checks for reassurances before continuing.
He licks your folds over and over before deciding to try something he saw in a porno. He uses his thumbs to open your folds before spitting directly on your clit and sucking it into his mouth.
"Fuck, Robby!" You cry as you arch off the bed. "Was that bad?" He asks you with a panicked look.
"No, fuck, do it again baby." You tell him. Bob smirks at you before repeating the action.
You card your fingers through his hair to help guide him, but soon, Bob has your legs shaking as he buries his face in your sopping cunt.
You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, slightly afraid he won't get you there when Bob surprises you and sinks two of his thick fingers inside you and strokes your walls.
You can tell he's looking for your g-spot. Once he finds it. Like a good WSO, he zeros in on it and drags his calloused finger tips along it over and over again.
You grind your core against his face and grip his hair tighter before arching of the bed and crying out his name as you cum.
Bob emerges from your thighs with a dopey grin on his face.
"Where did you learn to do that?" You pant out.
"I watched some porn, and I may or may not have asked Phoenix for some pointers." He tells you. "Remind me to send her a fruit basket as a thank you." You chuckle as Bob slides up the bed to join you.
The two of you kisses for what seems like hours. "If you don't want to do anything else today, we can stop." You tell him. "I want to. I'm just—can you be on top? Please." He asks.
"Of course, Robby. Can you help me take this off?" You gesture to your bodysuit.
Bob nods eagrly as he tries to undo the laces of it. He fumbles with them as he hands shake with excitement before he accidentally rips the garment. A look of fear flashes across his face.
You laugh before telling him it's okay. He finishes ripping the entire thing off. You help him lay down on the bed before straddling his waist.
"Wait! Do we need protection?" Bob asks you.
"I'm clean, and I have an IUD. Are you comfortable without it?" You ask him. "Yes. Please. I want to feel you." Bob groans. You smile at him before rubbing your slick folds across the underside of his length.
He grips the sheets for dear life when you take his length into your hand before slowly sinking down on him. Even with his fingers helping to prep you, it's still a stretch. Bob is easily the biggest man you've ever been with.
Once you're fully seated on him, his hands come to your hips as both of you adjust.
You start our nice and slow with your pace. Gauging his reaction the whole time. Once you find a rhythm that has him a panting, mewling mess underneath you, you speed up and ride him with earnest. His grip on your hips tightens as you throw your head back.
"You look so pretty under me, Robby, like a fucking dream." You praise him. He's a sight to behold. A blush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears, glasses slightly askew, his brow knit, his mouth open and pretty sounds falling from it.
"Honeybee, baby." He groans out. "Yes?" You ask him.
"Can I— can I be on top now? Please?" Bob grits out.
You both whine when you still your hips. Bob sits up but moves a little too fast, causing the two of you to topple over. You land on your back with a oof. Bob's forehead accidentally bangs into yours, and you both laugh.
"Sorry." He mumbles. You reassure him that it's fine. He gives you a kiss on the lips before leaning back on his haunches.
Bob makes a few experimental thrusts before settling on wrapping both of your legs around his slim hips and pushing into your deeply. You can tell his trying to find your g-spot again because he is desperate to make you cum again.
He knows the moment he finds it because you're clawing at his back. He drags the fat head of his cock against it over and over again.
With each stroke, it feels like the tip kisses your cervix with how deep he is. You frantically claw at him and cry out his name over and over again.
"Robby! So close. Please!" You beg him. The truth is Bob is close, too. He's trying to hold out for you. One of his hands leaves its spot beside your head and he brings his thumb to your neglected clit.
"Me too, Bee. You feel so fukcing good." He pants out.
He draws tight circles on it, praying it is enough to get you there. His thrusts become sloppy as he loses his pace and hips stutter.
Bob can't fight it anymore and he cums deep inside of you, crying out your name. Your walls clench around him as his release triggers your own finish. They flutter around his cock as the milk him dry.
Bob collapses on top of you and buries his head in the crook of your neck.
You run your hands through his hair and sooth him with whispered praises as he comes down from his high. He's trembling in your arms.
The two of you stay like that until Bob can form real words.
"That was amazing, Bee. God, I love you. Thank you for being patient with me." Bob says as he kisses your nose a lips.
"Of course, Robby. It was wonderful. I love you too. Now, why don't we get a hot shower, and then we can cuddle." You say. Bob's face falls and he looks a little disappointed.
"Oh." He whispers. "Robby. What's wrong?" You ask.
"I was just hoping we could do it again. There were a few more positions I wanted to try." He grins.
You laugh and smile at him. "Okay, birthday boy. But let's pace ourselves. We have all weekend." You tell him.
Bob grins and reaches for you. It's a good thing that you didn't make any other plans for the two of you because neither of you leaves that suite for the entire weekend.
I wrote this for my "Dagger Deities Extravaganza" shout out to @withahappyrefrain for sending in the ask for this! The like to all the other blurbs can be found here
Tagging some folks who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @shanimallina87 @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @cassiemitchell @na-ta-sh-aa @milestellerlover @katieshook02 @mak-32 @je-suis-prest-rachel @soulmates8 @ohgodnotagainn @diorrfairy @eli2447 @xoxabs88xox @djs8891 @roosterbruiser @roosters-girl @sebsxphia @rosiahills22 @dempy @seresinsweetie @my-obsession-spn @eternalsams @callsign-magnolia @alchemxx @clancycucumber230 @lt-spork @multifandomlover4life @lewmagoo @bobfloydsbabe @bobfloydsbabe @ohtobeleah @rhettabbotts @bradshawsbaby
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holdmytesseract · 8 months
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All The Right Moves
Robert Laing x fem!Reader
Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...
Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy
Word Count: 1,9k
a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤
Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002
Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever
°☆• Masterlist •☆°
This is basically based on this song...
... and this scene...
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The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.
It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.
Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.
Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.
As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.
And some aces up your sleeve
I had no idea that you're in deep
I dreamt about you near me every night this week
It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.
How many secrets can you keep'
′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
When I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee
The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.
The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.
(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying
Things that you can′t say tomorrow day
Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.
Crawlin' back to you.
Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.
You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...
Crawlin' back to you.
The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.
Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"
So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart's still open and
If so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly
On the cusp of trying to kiss you
I don′t know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together, if you wanted to
With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.
While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."
Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."
(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying
Things that you can′t say tomorrow day
Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.
Crawlin' back to you.
Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
(Calling when you′ve had a few)
'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)
Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I′ve thought it through
Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...
With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.
You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.
Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying
Things that you can′t say tomorrow day
Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.
Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.
Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.
Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.
(Do I wanna know?)
Too busy being yours to fall
(Sad to see you go)
Ever thought of calling darling?
(Do I wanna know)
Do you want me crawling back to you?
You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.
With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.
Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.
Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.
The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"
He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.
"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!
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ladycamillewrites · 1 year
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hiii my friendsss ♡♡
It’s fictive-sl0th here 👋🏼
Welcome to my second blog where I’ll be writing for other TH characters than Loki !!  If you’re interested in the men shown in my header stay tuned for little projects ; ) 
▪️ Opening event here ▪️
The first bigger project will be a hiddles drama / love series with the amazing @holdmytesseract​ so let’s take a first little peak on...
“Against the odds”...
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“But still. I‘ll call you darling“ Tom winked, the steel blue eyes sending a flirty letter that made your knees go jelly. Good thing you were seated because you were a sucker for his charm, especially after three years of dull picture-perfect play pretend with Nate.
“Well, without you playing along it would have been shitty” you quipped nervously, the scent of his cologne invading your nostrils like a wildfire. Tom was the perfect charming villain who would surely make millions of woman fall for Alexander Kray in an instant.
“Well, erm it’s about your ex” Liam whispered carefully but it was hard either way. Your heart dropped, fingers digging in the soft fabric of your tote bag. 
SOON HERE and on @holdmytesseract ❤︎
—> taglist open
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roosterforme · 1 year
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roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm
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Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!
Rules:
Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!
Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one
You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!
Minimum word count: 1k
There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.
Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!
Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate
If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut
Songs are listed after the cut:
If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!
Current Playlist:
1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)
2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)
3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)
4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)
5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)
6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)
7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)
8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)
9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)
10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)
11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)
12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)
13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)
14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)
15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)
16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)
17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)
18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)
19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)
20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)
21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)
22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)
23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)
24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)
25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)
26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)
27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)
28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)
29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)
30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)
31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)
32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)
33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)
34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)
35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)
36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)
37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)
38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)
39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)
40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)
41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)
42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)
43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)
44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)
45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)
46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)
47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)
48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)
49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)
50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)
51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)
52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)
53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)
54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)
55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)
56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)
57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)
58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)
59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)
60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)
61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)
62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)
63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)
64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)
65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)
66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)
67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)
68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)
69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)
Songs You May Want To Use:
At Last by Etta James
Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer
Desire by U2
Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye
Just What I Needed by The Cars
You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes
Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men
Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis
Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli
Beautiful Stranger by Madonna
Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding
Lovefool by The Cardigans
Best I Ever Had by Drake 
Perfect by Ed Sheeran
Love Story by Taylor Swift
All You Need Is Love by The Beatles
Need You Tonight by INXS
I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston
All Of Me by John Legend
Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars
My Girl by The Temptations
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