#Robert Fischer x you

[your-nanas-house]

Fuck...ing mommy

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X Stepmom!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Mhmmm.” He hummed softly.

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@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj @wife-of-magic-monkeys , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher , @sleepycreativewriter , @mrkdvidal1989

[pinguwrites]

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

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

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

pairing | sub!robert fischer x girlfriend!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dunno."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then what's it like?"

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

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

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

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

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

Robert looked down, embarrassed.

"Fine."

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

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

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

"Y-yes," he choked out.

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

He shook his head adamantly.

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

". . . Ah, greeeen!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[a-nemoiia]

「 Hidden scars 」

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

Word Count: 1.6K

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

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

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

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

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

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

A couple of hours earlier...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[look-at-the-soul]

Trick or treat 👻

Robert Fischer x reader (blurb)

Summary: Robert meets the cutest little bad b*tch witch

“Okay what do we say when they open the door?” You looked down at the small witch holding your hand.

“Good evening, trick or treat?” Your daughter answered in a singy-song tone.

“Now go and knock on that door.” You encouraged her.

Piper, your yorkie flanquead by her side wearing a pumpkin harness with matching leash.

“Oh! Grab your cauldron.” You stammered nervous, this was her first time trick or treat in the city after moving out from your parents house and Alix had been excited since the beginning of October for this moment.

After a one night stand with the wrong person, you got the biggest blessing of your life, and your parents were over the moon with their only granddaughter, they were already considering moving closer just to see you and her more often.

As she was about to knock again you decided to try on another apartment, perhaps no one was inside.

“How can I help you?” A male voice asked from behind.

Turning around your jaw almost dropped to the ground at the man in front of you; he was wearing an immaculate blue suit wit hug a purple tie. A briefcase hanging from his hand.

“Good evening! I’m Alix… trick or treat?” Your daughter announced ceremoniously.

The man took in from her, to the tiny dog wagging her tail in excitement and then to you, ever so slowly until his blue eyes met yours.

“Sorry we don’t wanna disturb you.” You added, moving the hair back from your face.

“Not at all,” he smiled and then looking at your daughter he asked; “are you a good witch?”

“I’m a bad bitch.” Alix answered at the top of her lungs.

He laughed really loud while you shook your head embarrassed.

“Alix…”

“I want to be a bad bitch!” She repeated.

Once he stopped laughing, he wiped the corner of his eyes, he opened the door to his apartment. “Want to come inside? I think I’ve something.” But then he realized of one small detail. “I’m Robert by the way.” He extended his hand towards you.

“Y/N the bad witch’s mom… sorry about that.” You blushed.

“Don’t worry I got it,” he laughed again, your daughter entered the apartment before you had time to react. “After you.”

“Do you’ve chocolate?” Alix asked him, struggling with her hat.

“Alix.” You warned her but Robert seemed to be smitten by her.

“As a matter of fact I do.”

“What’s a matter?”

Mentally you groaned.

“It’s hmm when you’re sure.” Then he looked at your left hand, holding the yorkie up. “How’s the candy hunting going?”

“This is the first door we knock. We don’t know anyone here, still unpacking things, we live two floors up.”

“I don’t know anyone to be honest.” Robert admitted from the pantry.

“You don’t have to, really.”

“I know I’ve chocolate somewhere…” he trialed off. “So what brought you here?”

“My work I got a great offer at a firm and it was best for my daughter and me.” You pointed out empathizing it was just the two of you.

“Lawyer interesting,” he nodded. “Do you like it here Alix?”

“Yesh!” She twirled making her skirt float.

“So you could get me out of trouble then?” He opened a couple of cabinets.

“Depends of what kind of trouble you get in.”

Robert gave you a double look with a smirk.

“What?” You asked shyly suddenly.

“You sounded just like her, she gets it from her mama.” Robert replied taking off the jacket of his suit and folding the sleeves of his shirt. A moment later he shouted excited. “Here!”

Alix stormed towards the pantry before you could stop her, following her you were shocked to see it was the size of three kitchens like yours.

“Look mommy!” She emerged with a box wrapped in a fancy bow, you knew the brand, those were bloody expensive.

“We can’t accept that.”

Robert gave you a confused look while your daughter frowned.

“Of course you can.” He nodded and looked at the little witch struggling with the box. “There’s white chocolate, burnt caramel, dark truffles…”

“Robert.”

“Mommy pwweeease.”

“How can you have the heart to say no to that face?” He pushed with a huge grin.

“Fine, but you only get one.”

“Can we go now? I want more candies!”

Robert was biting his lower lip as he pondered into the idea that got in his mind.

“I don’t want to be disrespectful but I was thinking why don’t you continue the trick or treat route in the building then come back here, there’ll be a hot dinner waiting with a glass of wine if you want of course.” He offered.

Your eyes sparkled. “Do you’ve Rosé?”

“Whatever you want.” He rested one of hands on his hips, a rebel curl messed onto his forehead.

“I’ll bring tiramisu as dessert.”

“Right then, don’t let her get a sugar comma.” He winked. “See you in a bit bad witch.”

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[hllywdwhre]

It’s Time To Go

Pairing: Robert Fischer x fem!reader

Summary: You wait in the booth you and Robert spent your first date sitting in, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

Warnings: Uhm… angst. I don’t know how to give warnings to this without spoiling it. A lot of angst. I cried writing this. The characters don’t stop crying. Uhm. Grief, kidnapping, and death. Yeah.

Word Count: 1.5K

Notes: Seriously. Don’t read this if you’re in a bad headspace or don’t want to cry.

Robert’s face paled the first time he saw you since that fateful day.

There you were, in the booth on the opposite side of the restaurant from where he sat. You looked the same as you had that day; you were even wearing the same dress and your hair was styled the same way.

“Hun, are you okay?” The woman asked that sat opposite him.

Robert cleared his throat and tore his eyes from you before nodding his head,

“Y-yeah, just thought I saw someone,” he replied then went back to their previous conversation.

You felt your eyes burn with tears and you looked away from him, also. You had come here because you knew the restaurant was one of his favorites and you wanted to check in on him. You knew he frequented here and hoped to spot him, but now that you had, you weren’t sure why you were so concerned.

There were better things waiting for you, but you were terrified. You didn’t know what was supposed to come next now that he was with another woman and had seemingly moved on from you.

You didn’t know why you came back again. It was as if it was out of your control. There you sat again, though.

In the corner booth where you and Robert had your first date.

You spotted him when he walked in. He was alone this time and you felt your heart flutter in your chest despite the way you knew you shouldn’t.

Robert seemed to be looking for someone, and his face paled again when he saw you.

To your surprise, he walked towards you this time, sliding into the booth across from you.

Neither of you seemed to be able to look away from each other or know what to say. Eventually, he broke the silence though.

“I thought I had lost my mind the first time I saw you,” he said with a crack in his voice.

“I think I’ve lost mine… I can’t seem to stop coming back here,” you revealed with your own shaky voice.

“You haven’t aged a day,” he commented, but the tone in his voice told you that you were missing something and that this was to be expected.

“You look good. You look happy.” Some selfish part of you wished he wasn’t happy. The wedding band on his finger wasn’t one you had placed there and the selfish part of you wished that he wasn’t happy because of that.

“It took a long time, but I am,” Robert answered honestly. “After the kidnapping, I thought I’d never be happy again.”

There was a hesitancy in his voice at the mentioning of the kidnapping that you figured was normal. It was enough to traumatize anyone.

“I’m glad,” you said with a smile. Despite your jealousy, you were glad that he had found happiness, even if it wasn’t with you.

He paused for a moment. You recognized when he was struggling to say something and you could tell now that he was holding back. You resisted the urge to reach across the table and take his hand to comfort him.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he finally said.

His words sent a bolt of pain through you and you felt your eyes water again.

“W-what?” You asked, confused.

“You’re supposed to have moved on. It’s been years,” he said.

Your mouth opened, a million responses coming to your mind but none of them seeming to fit.

“I love you, Rob,” was the only thing you could manage to force out.

His eyes watered as you said the words and he looked away from you for a long moment before looking up at you again.

“I love you, too. I’ve never stopped loving you, but you’re not supposed to be here, darling.”

“What do you mean I’m not supposed to be here? You just confessed your love to me even though you’re married!” You protested, your voice rising in indignation.

“I’m here to help you move on,” he replied gently, despite your anger at him.

“How is you confessing that you love me and telling me that I’m not supposed to be here going to help me move on?” You questioned, your voice still laced with anger.

“What do you remember about the kidnapping?” He asked in response.

Your brows furrowed in confusion but you answered him anyway.

“I remember when you were taken, getting the call you were missing and feeling my heart stop in the middle of that coffee shop. I remember that I was worried sick the entire time you were gone… I remember finding you and pulling the gag out of your mouth.”

“And what after that?” He asked again.

You scoured your memory for what came after it… but you remembered nothing. You knew nothing. You remembered finding him and then you remembered walking through the door of this damned restaurant to try and find him.

“I don’t remember anything,” you said with a shake of your head.

“What day is it?” He asked this time.

Another shake of your head. You had no idea.

“It’s been seven years since I was kidnapped. Seven years since you found me,” he told you.

Seven years? There’s no way.

He read the confusion on your face and spoke before you could question him.

“I remember kissing you the moment the gag was pulled from my mouth,” he told you, pausing for a moment as he fought with himself to say the next words, “I remember kissing you and then I remember hearing a gunshot.”

You froze. You didn’t remember a gunshot. All you remembered was the relief that washed over you when you saw him and the tears streaming down your face when you got to hold him in your arms again.

“Darling… I made it out, but you didn’t. You took a bullet meant for me and you died before they could get you to the hospital.”

Spotting the way Robert now had tears streaming down his cheeks was what made you notice your own. It’s also what made you notice the pain in your chest. You went to look down and Robert’s hand was under your chin in a moment, keeping you from looking down.

“Don’t,” he warned.

You nodded your head against his hand and watched as he stood up then came and sat next to you.

“Focus on me,” he told you as he wrapped you under one of his arms and held eye contact with you.

“I-I’m,” you stuttered out, hiccuping a bit as your crying only intensified.

He seemed to know what you were trying to say and he nodded,

“Yes,” he confirmed, “and you need to move on. I want to help you through it, but you have to let go.”

“I’m scared,” you told him.

“It’s okay to be scared. Just focus on me,” he coached and his hand went to your hair. When you nodded, he continued talking.

He recounted your first date, the first time he realized he loved you, the first time he told you those words. He told you about how nervous he was to ask you to move in with him. He told you about every little detail he remembered about the life you two had begun to create together.

He told you how he met his new wife at a group to help people with their grief. He told you how she helped him through the nightmares and never seemed to be jealous that there were days where all he did was mourn you. He told you he named his daughter after you.

Neither of you could stop crying.

“It’s okay to let go, darling. You deserve better than to sit here waiting for me, and I promise that I’ll be okay,” he reassured, after a ragged deep breath.

You didn’t have the strength left in you to speak and you simply nodded your head from where it now laid on your shoulder.

“I’ll still remember you every time I say my daughter’s name. I’ll still remember you every time I see the flowerbed out front filled with your favorite flowers. I’ll still remember you in the little details that remind me of you every day,” he said as you began fading away. “I’ll always love you and I’ll never forget you.”

You could still see him sitting in the booth alone. It was from a distance now. You weren’t sure what was next, but you watched as he sat there for a long time after you disappeared until he had calmed down and eventually checked his phone. He held it to his cheek for a moment and you caught him saying something about ‘having to visit her’ and a reassurance he would be home soon.

You would always love him, the same way he would always love you, but you felt a sense of peace now.

He would be okay, and you would, too.

[darlingsfandom]

Do you write for Robert Fischer? If you do, can you please make a drabble about reader being sooiled rotten by them? And reader being a bit shy about it. Thanks!

I write for all of Cillians character !!

"What's the matter darling ? Do you not like the tennis bracelet?" Robert sat down next to you holding his glass of scotch.

"No, it's beautiful. I love it! Thank you." You gave him a soft smile and kissed his cheek. Robert took a sip of his scotch before he set it down and pulled you into his lap.

"You're beautiful!" He stroked your cheek gently while you tried to hide your face in his neck. Robert let out a chuckle as he pulled you back out. "Darling, why do you always get so shy when I complement you or buy you such pretty things? My pretty baby deserves nice things." His finger tips ran up and down your spine making you shiver while your cheeks burned red. "See? You're adorable!"

"I... I'm not use to being spoiled! First it was just flowers and chocolates but now it's perfume, jewelry that cost more than my car! I'm not used to it."

"Oh? You don't have a car anymore." Robert picked up his glass and took another drink.

"What? What do you mean I don't have a car?" Your eyebrows came together as you tried to get off his lap.

"Relax honey, all your stuff is in a box in your new car. I couldn't have you driving that old junker around. You have a new car that's much better." Robert took your hand, helped you off his lap and walked with you to the big window of his living room.

"Robert! You shouldn't have!" Your jaw hit the ground as a brand new cherry red love bug sat in the driveway. "This is way too much! We've only been going out for a year!"

"Hey now , I could've bought you a new apartment too, but maybe it's time you finally let down your guard and let me in!" Robert kissed the side of your neck as he stood there holding you while you looked out the window. "Why don't you move in with me?"

You swallowed the lump and wiped away your tears as he spun you around to look at him. Robert had a smile on his face as you smiled up at him and nodded. "Okay, yeah, I'll move in with you." You kissed him lovingly as he kissed you back with the same amount of passion.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(16) - Epilogue

I Dreamed We'd Grow Old Together...

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Robert and Y/n's life over the next five years

word count - 2k

warnings - pregnancy, and an insane amount of fluff

a/n - and so it ends! This fic has been very important to me and has given me such a great outlet. I want to thank you all for your continued love and support for this fic! If it hadnt been for you guys I probably wouldnt have had enough confidence to continue it!

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a/n pt2 - Also seeing as I have fallen in love with this relationship I will be accepting questions and headcanons on their relationship!

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Questions and Headcanons on Robert x y/n - here

And so we came together. It felt like the culmination of a thousand dreams.

We went out on many dates. Robert would plan these luxurious and expensive expressions of affection: dinner at the fanciest restaurants, cinemas bought out for our private viewing experience. But we alternated who planned the dates, so when it came to my turn I went for the simplest. Walks on the beach, picnics in the park. One day I even found a crafting class for us, and I could’ve cried on the spot when I saw his eyes light up at the handmade windmills. Of course, he saw it as a happy coincidence when in reality I enjoyed feeling like I was healing his childhood self, one step at a time.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. We were out on a hike which I had chosen. He had grumbled about the idea of getting up early, but I could see the stress leave his body at the first gulp of forest air. I carried on ahead as he went to tie his shoe but when I turned back I gasped. Robert was down on one knee, holding a beautiful diamond ring.

“Y/n Cobb, I have loved you since that first moment I laid eyes on you, and I think even before that.” I walked closer to him so I could hold his other outstretched hand. Tears were streaming down my face and my smile was holding back an extremely loud yes. “I know how much you believe in dreams and so on. And last night I had a dream that we grew old together. When I woke up I knew it had to be my reality. Y/n Cobb, will you…”

I threw my arms around him.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I placed a loud kiss right on his lips.

“You could have at least let me finish!” He teasingly whined.

“Well I could see where you were going!” I argued back but was halted when he kissed me once more. We pulled away long enough so Robert could slide the ring onto my finger.

Safe to say, we did not finish the hike that day as we quickly went home to celebrate.

I had moved in with Robert before so we visited Dad and the kids for lunch the day after to give them the news. Dad had always been weary around Robert, not knowing if he would recognise him. But it was fine as, in my Dad’s words, ‘when Robert is around Y/n, it’s like the world doesn’t exist.’. Dad still couldn’t stop himself pulling Robert aside whilst Philippa was asking me a million questions about the wedding and if she could be a bridesmaid. All he did was roughly grab his hand and pulled him close and merely whispered

“She’s my precious girl. And I have a gun.”

Safe to say Robert was healthily shocked.

We got married weeks later as neither of us could wait. I told Robert I didn’t care about a big expensive wedding, but he couldn’t seem to accept that.

I got my wish for a small wedding in the garden of my childhood home, with just my closest friends. But everything else about it was still ridiculously posh. Right down to the flower arch we were married under.

James and Philippa were my brides’girl’ and brides’boy’. My father walked me down the makeshift aisle. Arthur and Eames were there as well as Yusuf and Ariadne. They were all worried about the risk of the inceptors being so close to the mark after the heist.

“There’s no telling what could trigger his memory.”

“Well, y/n spent the most time with him out of all of us and she’s marrying him.”

“We can’t all sleep with him!”

“ENOUGH!”

I then put a rule that there was to be no dream talk at my wedding. My father even gave his own little speech explaining that if anyone ruined my wedding, he would kill them. We all laughed but his continued silence quickly shut us all up.

Robert did not want any family there. And he also didn’t have friends he felt were close enough to warrant an invitation.

One night, whilst planning, I cautiously asked him about inviting his godfather. He tensed up and lowered his eyes. He brushed it off saying it would be too many people. I reluctantly agreed with him whilst looking at the sparsity of his side of the guests.

The wedding was beautiful, and we finished with dancing on the grass well into the early hours of the morning. I got my first dance with my father, a day I thought would never come. Philippa asked Robert to dance, and he graciously accepted, lifting her up onto his feet and they swayed alongside us.

The morning after we were curled up together in bed. My back leaned on his chest as he played with my fingers. The morning sun bleeding into my childhood bedroom.

“Where do you want to live?” His morning voice broke the quiet.

“I thought we were going to move into your house.” I tilted my head to look into his eyes which were trained on a picture of me, my dad and my mum.

“I don’t wanna go back. Being here, in this house, with all the love in it. I just don’t want to go back there.”

“Okay.” I leaned up and planted a soft kiss to his cheek.

“So if you could live in any house, anywhere in the world, where would you live?”

I snuggled myself back into his chest and closed my eyes as I imagined.

“Somewhere in the countryside, with a big sprawling garden that backs onto fields and forests with plenty of walks. The house should be cozy, with a big kitchen with an old fashioned stove that keeps us warm in winter. Wooden tables where I can cook and bake all day long till my hearts content. The house should have big windows so the sunlight can dictate our day. Small bedrooms but big comfy beds, fluffy rugs, open fires. And maybe even an extra room...with a cot.” I met his eyes for the last word.

“Yes.”

“To which bit?”

“To all of it.” We kissed passionately.

A few days later and Robert woke me up and told me we were going on a trip. We bundled into his car and drove for hours until we came to a stop outside a house that seeped with familiarity. I got out, transfixed by what stood before me. It was as real from my mind as if I had created it in my dream. Robert moved to unlock the little gate which led to the front door. He turned to me and held out a set of keys with a little windmill keychain.

“It needs a bit of work and I know I shouldn’t have bought it without showing you—”

“I love it.”

We didn’t need a honeymoon, the two weeks to ourselves spent decorating and filling the house with our love was enough. I drew designs for each room and Robert would do the heavy lifting. I could see how much he enjoyed working with his hands after dismantling his business a week into our relationship. I also was unable to help much as my hand found softly stroked a barely noticeable bump.

We relished in the days of decorating, where trying to paint a single wall would turn into silly games or dancing round to music, intermittent with many kisses and hugs.

Eventually we had built our home out of our house and we relaxed into our sofa, a bottle of red between us. We sealed the night with a kiss and it definitely didn’t end there.

Five Years Later

I stand at the sink washing our dishes from lunch and look out of the window onto our expansive garden. Robert runs about the grass, clad in soft jeans and a ratty knitted jumper. Our three darling children chase around him at varying speeds. Our eldest, Isla, holds her baby sister Aspen’s hand, and Nicholas, the youngest, toddles behind his sisters, excited to be involved.

Arthur runs up from behind and scoops Nicholas up into his arms through the giggling shrieks of the three. He bounces Nicholas up into the air. Isla and Aspen then run over and begin shouting up at their uncle for their turn.

I don’t hear Robert make his way into the house, I just feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and soft kisses being ladened up and down my neck. I sink back into his body which is warm from the sun. His arms snake down and his hands lay on mine.

“Leave those now. I’ll do them later.” I agree by turning in his arms so we can meet in a proper kiss. His fingers grip my waist and stroke my sides.

Our moment is interrupted by a loud opening of the door. I roll my eyes at the familiar sound and break apart to greet Eames at the door.

“Right! Where are my darling godchildren?”

“I give you a good time to come round, and you insist on coming just before their tea and bath time.”

He laughs and knocks my chin with his knuckle.

“Motherhood suits you.” I bat his hand away and gesture out the door. “Make it quick.”

I turn back to a still laughing Robert who quickly stops once he sees my stern face.

“I’ll ask Eames if he wants to stay for tea with Arthur.” He goes to go back into the garden.

“What you thinking for tea?” I ask his retreating form.

“Chicken and potatoes?”

“Delicious.” He smiles and leaves.

I begin sorting through the mail which still sat on the side. I smiled once I reached a postcard from Dad. He’d taken the kids to Disneyland for a week and sent a picture of them with Goofy. I pinned it up on our cork board.

My peaceful moment is soon interrupted.

“Y/n! Tell Arthur that I’m the favourite uncle!”

“Y/n! Tell Eames that fun does not have to mean dangerous!”

“Mama, mama, Uncle Eames turned me upside down and span me around!”

“See! Dangerous!”

“Honey, where’s the disinfectant? Aspen scraped her knee.”

“Mummy it really hurts!”

“Mama! Uppies! Uppies!”

I picked Nicholas up into my arms and simply giggled, perfectly happy with my life.

It was now night. Arthur and Eames had left after insisting on reading the kids stories which meant they were roped into reading 3 stories per child. Nicholas had gone down first. Then Aspen and even though Isla had loved staying up with mummy and daddy, tiredness had overcome her quickly. So Robert carried her up and tucked her into bed.

We now lay in bed together, curled up. Simply relishing in the silence that was so foreign in our big house.

“Do you wanna know something strange?” He broke the silence. “That day we met, I had a dream about a girl who I fell in love with. I like to think it was you.”

I bit my lip to stop myself uncontrollably grinning.

“And since then, my dreams have been consumed by you and our little family.”

I tried to meet his eyes, but he was locked in thought and I knew I couldn’t interrupt his thoughtfulness.

“The moment I met you I realised that I wanted to create my own family rather than continue working for one that never loved me.”

I hugged him tighter as his voice shook slightly.

“Well, that’s good. Because your family is about to get a little bigger.” I took his hand and drifted it down until it landed on a subtle bump.

“Perfect.” He kissed my hairline as his hand stroked up and down my stomach.

The silence resumed and we both fell deeper into the stillness of the night. But as I drifted off one thought plagued my mind.

Perhaps the idea never actually took hold.

Perhaps it was me and him.

Us together, that changed his life.

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[huntingingoodwill]

waitress! (r.f.)

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pairing: robert fischer x waitress! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Robert.” 

“Robert.” You repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at you amusedly, nodding. 

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

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

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

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

You shot him a derisive look.  

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

“Oh, really?” 

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

“Oh, really?” You smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Brag.” You teased. 

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

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

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

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

"You like it?" He asked.

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

"You wanna drive it?" He offered.

You gaped at him. "Seriously?"

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

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

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

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

[littlefandomfairy]

i need more Robert Fischer fluffy fics PLEASE

[red-write-hand]

HEY Y'ALL

Christmas is coming. It's coming for all of you. It won't stop. It never stops.

I do need y'all's help though!

I will be doing a 12 days of Cillian-mas (+ 19 days of December) fic challenge so just...send in requests!

Will write: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, really anything that I say I write in my pinned post!

Here is a poll for who y'all want from me:

[a later post will be the order of who gets what spot]

[paradiseprincesss]

any cillian murphy character with praise? thank you 💗💗

million dollar man - robert fischer x reader

hi anon! i hope i did your request justice - thank you for being my first request! i listened to million dollar man by lana del rey on repeat while writing this, hope you enjoy xoxo.

summary: robert takes you on vacation for your anniversary, and you give him a little late night fashion show in your beach home.

word count: 2k

a/n: if you haven't already noticed all my fics are based off songs LMAO im gonna start linking the songs each fic is based off of kk thats all

warnings: 18+ minors dni!! smut, swearing, kissing, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, sexual content ahead lol

the west coast was breathtaking, the palm trees, warm weather, the beaches - all of it was beautiful.

robert had taken you on vacation to the west coast to celebrate your one-year anniversary together. he paid for it all, of course, and you were ever so grateful for it.

currently, the two of you were speeding down the coast at sunset in the cream coloured luxury convertible he had stored at one of the beach homes he owned down here. the wind was blowing through your hair, his hand was on your thigh, and to tie it all together - the sun was gleaming down on you as it set over the shore.

robert glanced at you while attempting to focus on driving down the coast, but he found himself getting distracted - your beauty was breathtaking, and tonight, you were the only thing he could find himself focusing on.

dating a man worth more than just millions was new to you - but you had adjusted to it just fine over the last year. robert spoiled you, this shouldn't come as a surprise, though.

constantly showering you in gifts; he would buy you designer bags, shoes, clothes, cars, and jewelry - anything you wanted, you could have. at least, that's what he always said.

he gave your thigh a little squeeze as he raced down the road, eventually pulling up the beach house- no, mansion - that he had owned down on the west coast. the home itself was breathtaking, an oceanfront property that screamed luxury. as the car came to a stop on the driveway, robert took your hand and gave it a small kiss. he got out of the car, swiftly coming to the passenger side and opening the door for you.

"come on, honey, i have something i want to show you." he said, helping you out of the car. a curious expression painted your face as he took your hand in his, leading you into the home.

as he opened the door for you - you gasped.

in the large foyer of the home, there were bouquets on bouquets of red roses everywhere - your favourite. amongst the beautiful floral arrangements, there were multiple boxes and bags all with gift wrapping or ribbons on them, from designer stores - goyard, chanel, louis vuitton - you name it.

"robert..." you say softly, looking over at him with your hand still in his, and he smiles at you proudly.

"i love you. happy anniversary." he says, wrapping his arms around you, and kissing you softly.

"i love you too." was all you managed to mumble against his lips - he spoiled you on a daily basis but this - this was something else; you'd never had a partner willingly give you this much for an anniversary before - but you also never dated a millionaire before. as you pulled away from the kiss, you look up at him with a doting expression, "how can i ever thank you for this, robbie? you're so good to me..."

he looks at you with love - and smirks, his voice dropping low.

"i still have one more thing for you upstairs, gorgeous." he whispers, hands snaking down to your ass - giving it a little squeeze.

you bite your lip and nod, as he gestures you to go up the stairs, following you. as you reach the master bedroom - you see even more roses littered all over, and a medium sized white box on the middle of the bed, adorned with a matching white bow, and little white card on the top.

you reached over to pick up the little memo, and it read:

happy anniversary, my angel. i adore you.

love, robert.

glancing down at the box - you read the label, it was from your favourite lingerie store, la perla.

carefully unwrapping the bow and opening the box, you peeked inside to see a gorgeous white italian lingerie set. you let out a shallow breath, and turned around to see him smirking slightly.

"i want to see my little angel dress the part," he says lowly, "why don't you go put that on and give me a little fashion show, hm? how's that sound, angel?"

you look up at him innocently, and bite your lip as you got lost in his icy gaze for a moment, "anything for you."

grabbing the contents in the box, you rush to the bathroom to go try it on for robert. closing the door behind you, you shed your dress and put on the lingerie - complete with a garter belt and straps. looking at yourself up and down in the mirror, you couldn't even lie - you felt so sexy.

the white set he got you was stunning, the white lace sat perfectly on your skin - and the little bow details on the set was the cherry on top. as you were about to step out from the bathroom, you slipped on the white heels that were in the box.

of course he wanted you to wear heels with it - he's just that extra. but hey, he paid god knows what for them, so...

as you opened the door, you found robert sitting on the edge of the bed, his tie visibly loosened now. as he heard the door to the bathroom open, he quickly looked over at you.

"my god," he breathed, "come here, pretty."

following his instructions you walked over to him, his gaze not once leaving your body; drinking your beauty in.

"c'mon, give me a little spin, honey." he coos, throwing pet names left and right at you. doing as you're told, you indeed give him a little spin, and he suddenly gets up, standing behind you.

"bend over the edge of the bed for me, honey." he softly tells you, and again - you do as your told, bending over the bed for him, your white lace panties leaving just about nothing to the imagination.

"god, your body is fucking lethal." he groans, pressing his hard bulge on your clothed cunt, making you moan in bliss at the feeling. "fuck, your moans are just as pretty as you are," he chokes, "my pretty girl."

"robbie..." you moan, and he quickly flips you around onto your back, pushing you onto the bed, making you slightly startled - but you giggle.

"love making you happy," he says, leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck, trailing down to your breasts, "i'd do anything for you, honey - anything. give you the world if i could, fuck."

his hands ghost over the lace and little bow adorning the bra, and the feeling makes you shiver. you were certain that you were already soaking through your panties, and you let out a whimper at the feeling.

he took his time with you - admiring you as if you were an art piece. eventually, he unclasped your bra, and he immediately took your nipple into his mouth. your hand went straight for his hair, and you started moaning breathlessly.

"fuck, robbie, baby." you say, out of breath, "please."

he didn't offer you a reply, instead, he just went straight to the other nipple, and teasingly nipped at it, all whilst snaking a hand down to your clothed cunt - fingers ghosting over your clit. the feeling made you moan and you needed him inside of you - now.

after giving a few more kisses to your breasts, he got on his stomach to lay between your legs, teasingly pulling your panties down and giving you absolutely no time to react before licking a stripe up your cunt.

"fuck." you moaned at the feeling, and you swore you felt him smile against you.

he ate you out as if he hadn't eaten for days - like a starved man. tongue licking every inch of your pussy, sucking your sensitive clit, as his name was falling from your lips like a mantra.

"god, you taste so good." he mumbled against your soaking cunt, and you felt your cheeks heat up at the praise, but he kept going, "pretty face, pretty tits, pretty pussy. you're the fantasy."

that got you moaning, begging - and you felt yourself get close.

"i-i'm, oh- i'm s-so close." you moaned, and he continued to dip his tongue into your hole all while sucking your clit - going back and forth between the two.

you felt that familiar sensation in your stomach, and you felt yourself tip over the edge - incoherently begging, whining and moaning his name over and over.

"you look so fucking pretty when you cum." he softly says, after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand - the sight making you dizzy. your slick on his now even pinker lips and chin, pupils blown out.

scrambling out of desperation, you helped him out of his white button down as he worked on undoing his belt.

"good girl, fuck-" he says as you help him out of his clothing, "you're so well behaved, aren't you pretty girl?"

you smile up at him, still dazed from the way he made you cum just a minute ago, and he pushes you back down on the bed as he stroked his now free cock.

he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, making you whine. "be good, baby." he warns - but it was gentle, just teasing.

you pout at him but that pout is wiped right off your face as you feel him sink into you, stretching your cunt out completely. you let out an almost pornographic moan, and your hands fly to his shoulders for some sort of support - something to grab onto.

"jesus- fuck, how do you get tighter every time i fuck you?" he groans, fucking into your cunt at a fast pace, making you whimper and moan.

"right there, oh my goddddd." you say, breathlessly, the feeling of cock stretching you out causing you to see stars.

"right there?" he coos, brushing a strand of your tousled hair out of your face, "right there, pretty?"

you just nod frantically, hands gripping his biceps and shoulders - unable to reply from the levels of pleasure he was bringing you in that moment, cock pounding into your tight cunt at a brutal pace.

he felt you tighten around his cock and let out a noise that was fucking filthy - his moans were something you swore you could listen to on repeat, all day, all the time.

"good girl, good fucking girl." he praised through a moan, and you just moaned his name over and over.

"robbie- ah, feels so good!" you whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach about to pop.

"you gonna cum pretty girl? be good for, shit-" he moans, "be good for me and cum." he says in a saccharine voice, his gaze never leaving you, causing you to blush - even though he almost always kept eye contact with you while he fucked you.

his words caused you to scream his name, and you made a mess all over his cock, cumming so hard you felt tears stream down your face.

"look at you-" he groans, feeling himself close to release, cock still pounding into your cunt at a ruthless speed, "so fucking beautiful when you cry. shit, baby, gonna fill you up. stuff you with my cum.”

you found yourself crying under him, tears of love; tears from overstimulation.

"p-please," you weakly say, voice a little raspy, "cum i-in me."

"fuck, i will, good girl..." he groans, shooting his load into your cunt with a moan.

he pulls you into a rough kiss, which you moan into as you felt his warm seed being stuffed into your cunt.

he pulls away after a moment, panting and out of breath - a small smile on his face. after a few beats of silence, he puts his hand on your cheek, cupping your face gently - lovingly.

"happy anniversary, pretty girl."

[your-nanas-house]

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

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

Unwritten

◇ Pairing: Robert Fischer x coquette girlfriend!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was always like that, since they started dating.

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

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

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

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

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

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

"I.. I love you".

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[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Twenty-One — Robert Fischer + mirror sex, toys

Pairing -> dom!robert fischer x wife!reader

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Warnings: praise kink, reader's implied to be a trophy/house wife, p in v, mirror sex, fingering, robert's a bit possessive

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

“Like it?” Robert asked, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I think it’s perfect, only the best quality for you.” He pinched your nipples, watching you shudder from the mirror view. “I can see everything, and now you can, too.”

You were both on his bed, the one in his luxurious bedroom. If you looked to the right, you could see the buildings of New York brighten as the sky turned dark and the clouds melted into an orange, yellow color. You husband didn’t bother closing the curtains. He reasoned that no one would be able to see you both, not in the private room he secured for you in his penthouse.

‘No one knows where we are,’ he had reasoned. ‘We can do anything we want.’

Slowly, but surely, you watched as Robert’s fingers trailed down your stomach, making you shiver at the cold feeling of his touch, before finally making it down to your your pussy where he rubbed your clit.

You let out a sigh. It was a little embarrassing to watch him do this, albeit incredibly sexy, but still—you looked away, not wanting to see your own desperate reactions to his teasing.

Robert saw what you were doing and gently pushed your chin up, making you make eye-contact with yourself in the mirror. 

“I want you to see how pretty you look,” Robert said softly. “And,” he added, with a bit of a chuckle, “I want to see myself fuck you silly.”

He plunged his fingers inside, making you cry out at the suddenness of it all. In the mirror, you could see his lips part open, eyes on the lower half of your body, taking the view in like a hungry rascal. His rough fingering made you squirm and moan. “Robert,” you mewled. “Mmmm.”

“Oh,” he breathed out against your neck, leaving kisses along your jawline. “I love it when you say my name. Reminds yourself just who’s fucking you this good.”

He took his fingers out and pushed his cock in, making you cry out in pleasure. “Fuck!”

You focused on the view in front of you, trying not to let the pleasure cloud your mind. Robert’s cock was slipping in and out of you, his arm around your neck tight enough to hold you in place but not hard enough to choke. He was behind you, and while you wished you could see his chest, the face he was making was enough.

His eyebrows were creasing and his eyes fluttered shut every once in a while, just focusing on the feeling of being inside of you, rather than the precision of making it perfect. He was groaning against your skin, hot, short breaths that tickled.

He opened his eyes, and saw you staring at him like you were drunk and he was the only thing in the world.

“Perfect wife,” he murmured. “You can do everything, can’t you? Can’t believe I scored you . . .”

After a couple more minutes of him fucking you and whispering sweet things in your ear, you both came at around the same time. There were beads of sweat on both of your foreheads, but nothing major. He pulled you off of him and set you down beside, giving you a sweet smooch on the lips.

“Did you like it?” he asked, and you could see in his eyes that he was a little worried.

You nodded with a shy smile. “Mhm. We can do that against sometime, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning in to give you another kiss. “We will.”

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[a-nemoiia]

「 Purr-fect Companion 」

・Robert Fischer x Reader・

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

Word count: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The truth is Robert had seen the collar...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[look-at-the-soul]

Cia I adore this gif you sent! (Thank you for the inspiration!!) I immediately got the idea but other stories came to my mind first 🤭

Still loving you

Robert Fischer x reader (and it’s also part of my grandma tribute) ♥️✨

Word count: 3,246

Robert waited next to the carrousel, there had been trouble with the system and people had to wait in order to pass with a custom. He just hoped this would be solved quickly because he had a meeting in…

That laugh and that voice only belonged to someone. Turning around he stopped looking at the screen on his phone.

No.

This couldn’t be happening.

¿Y/N?

Robert felt his body froze, his heart rate increased and memories came back and hit him like an avalanche. After all these years.

Flashback:

Y/N felt her knees go weak the moment she saw Rob stepping down his vehicle. Dressed in an immaculate suit with a silky black tie and that effortlessly hairstyle that suited him so well, his face seemed to be made by a Greek God.

It was odd that he asked about her appointment at the salon, perhaps he’d send his driver to pick her up for the gala…

She tried to grab his face to give him a welcome kiss, but Robert stopped her, giving Y/N an emotionless stare. She soon was aware of his cold reaction.

“What’s wrong?”

Robert shifted his weight from one foot to another uncomfortably.

“I’m going to the United States.”

Y/N blinked confused by his statement.

“What? When?”

He wanted to reach out and touch her, but instead he decided to hide his hands inside his pockets. “Tomorrow night, it’s all settled.”

“But.. but I thought you’d be starting on the September course.”

“No, I enrolled in the summer program.”

“Okay, I could cancel my Venice holiday and meet you there then…” Y/N proposed, thinking of some way to make it work.

They had just graduated and she was hoping they’d take the next step in their relationship soon, so moving in while he focused on his master degree in a foreign country sounded promising.

“I could start hunting apartments right away, are you staying in a hotel meanwhile babe?” She smiled again, thinking it could be good he took the lead and moved there first, so he could explore the area and find potential places. “But first I’d need to fly there, do you think your Dad would still let me use his private plane? He had said before anytime, but since you’ll be there…”

“Y/N…” the way he said her name, made her look at him. But she didn’t like what she found in his eyes. “This is why I needed to see you. I’m going away for a couple of years, we’ve to end this. Right here, before I go.”

And she couldn’t hear anything else he said, because her ears were buzzing, she felt like she was underwater and that someone was stealing the air from her lungs.

“But I could fly over and be there, lots of people have a long distance relationship nowadays.”

“Don’t make this more difficult.” He begged, making an effort to keep his emotions at bay.

“You can’t be serious.” Y/N blinked nervously, trying to find for a sign in Robert’s face that this was a bad joke.

She waited a few minutes, eagerly to hear him ask her to come with him, that he was only messing with her, he was always joking.

But when he didn’t back off, she swallowed hard.

“Really? You can’t even tell me a valid reason to break up with me?” Tears would start falling any minute now.

“You know I’m going to start my master degree overseas. It’s for the best.” Robert tried to excuse his sudden decision.

“The best?”

She barely had time to process the sudden news. How long had he been planning this?

Anger took over her, pinching the bridge of her nose, she tried to control her emotions. “You know what? Do whatever the fuck you want Robert! Go and study your goddamn master, I hate you!”

Taking her purse, Y/N rushed, needed to get to her car as fast as she could. She had dreamed Robert would ask her to go with him to the United States, to live together and then, get married. But instead he broke her heart? He was he love of her life, they had plans together for the future, they were good… or at least she thought so, now realizing how selfish he really was.

Tears ran free down her face and she cursed in frustration now realizing how selfish he really was. The son of a bitch, he didn’t care about anyone else but himself.

Y/N never saw the way he broke into a crying mess. Feeling guilt eat him alive for causing her such pain. But he was suffering as much as her or probably even more, she had been his rock, his safe place to hide, he could be real and honest with Y/N. But now, not only she was gone, but that part of him as well.

Robert kept his head down during the entire ride to the charity event his family was hosting, thankfully his driver kept quiet. Images of Y/N giving him a look full of sadness and disappointment for breaking up with her filled his mind, he hoped the image would stop haunting him at some point. He didn’t want that to happen, but he was convinced if he focused solely on his studies, he’d make his father proud.

They were still young, he wanted to prove he was worth of the Fischer company and he needed to work hard to achieve that.

Putting on an emotionless expression, he took a few shaky breaths to mask the fact that he was dealing with a broken heart.

Walking past the directors and board members of the company, he shook some hands, everybody was expecting a lot of things from him, he had a very important place to fill in…

“Darling, over here!” His grandmother’s voice caught his attention among the people. “Where’s Y/N?” She turned her face around, searching for her.

“She isn’t here grandma.”

His maternal grandmother gave him an expectant look.

“Why not? She was so excited yesterday.”

“I just broke up with her.” He explained uncomfortably, his jaw clenching.

His grandmother couldn’t believe his words, Y/N was the most charming girl she had ever met, she had Robert drooling over her, her family was respectable, she was well educated, smart, funny, beautiful, everything anyone would kill to be.

“I need to focus on my maste-”

But his grandma was already shaking her head and giving him a disapproving glance.

“This is the worst decision you’ve ever made. And you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

(End of flashback)

And his grandmother was right, he did regret it every single day. He finished his master and started working for his father’s company, he had made his family’s wealth bigger than he ever imagined.

But none of that really mattered, because he let true love slip away from him that night.

And now she was standing a few steps away from him. And she was still the most beautiful girl in the room.

“Why is that man staring at you?”

Zoe whispered at her friend confused. Was he even blinking?

Y/N frowned and turning her face around, she found the man that broke her heart years ago.

The world stopped spinning for an instant and the air escaped her lungs. She could practically feel her blood running out of her body.

All the memories flashing back at her, as if it was a movie scene. His cold words playing over and over in her mind.

No, time doesn't heal anything. It’s just a way to disguise the pain people say to cover an uncomfortable silence.

And she knew it still hurt like the first day because even after all these years, she still cared about him.

Robert managed to leave his initial shock behind, and he finally started moving towards her.

What should he say? Should he greet her with a kiss on the cheek or keep his distance?

The heaviness in his heart grew as he saw Y/N blinking, looking from side to side as if trying to find a way to avoid him.

“Y/N.” Her name on his lips seemed to burn.

She could feel her friends whispering in shock, they must’ve realized by now who he was because they knew the story.

How are you supposed to react in moments like these? Say it’s lovely to see you! No, because it wasn’t.

Could this be their chance to talk about what happened? He wondered if she had someone in her life. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came up.

“Robert.” She raised her eyebrows, but other than that, he didn’t get much. Except she folded her arms in front of her chest, in a protective reaction. “All right, let’s go.” She stammered to the girls, wanting to go as fast as she could.

“There’s a problem with the car rental, they canceled.” Zoe announced and threw a subtle glance in Robert’s direction, he was still standing there, looking at Y/N.

He noticed Y/N wasn’t wearing a wedding band on her left hand, she was carrying a book in her bag.

“We’ll get an Uber then.” Y/N proposed trying to make her friends start walking.

“It’s extra expensive right now, it’s rush hour.”

“I’ve a driver waiting for me.” Offered Robert. “I could take you anywhere.”

A heavy silence fell upon them, you could hear a pin drop. Zoe and Lisa looked at each other, not fully believing what was happening. Then, they looked at Y/N.

“This isn’t a good idea.” She admitted in a low voice, avoiding his eyes.

“Hey c’omon we won’t be able to make it on time with this traffic.” Lisa pointed out.

Zoe gave Robert a suspicious look.

Whatever was crossing his mind, his ego dropped to the floor, he had been waiting for this moment all his life.

“I think a ride won’t hurt nobody, right?”

Before Y/N could protest, Lisa practically jumped on Robert, not wanting to give Y/N time to react. “I hope you’ve enough space in that vehicle because we overpacked.” And she grabbed him by the arm as if they were long time friends. “I’m Lisa.”

“I think I’m going to throw up.” Y/N grabbed Zoe’s hand for reassurance.

“Take a deep breath honey, this is not the right time to have a breakdown, you’re stronger than this.”

“Why him? Why now? After all this time…” Y/N’s eyes darted again towards Robert, who was walking several steps ahead with Lisa still hanging from his arm.

“I don’t know, but perhaps you were meant to run into each other, it was just a matter of time.” Zoe gave her friend a sympathetic look. “It still affects you.”

Her friend’s statement made Y/N stop walking.

It did. It still hurt her definitely. But it was only because Robert had been the love of life.

That was the truth, plain and simple, over time she of course started dating another man, but as soon as she realized things were about to get serious or that he would take the next step she decided to end the relationship not wanting to get married to the wrong man.

She wasn’t scared of marriage, she hated the idea of waking up one day and feel disappointed of the choices she made, it didn’t make sense probably for most of the people, but she rather choose to be alone.

Of course she never expected to see Robert again, there were a lot of things left unsaid between them. And all of those years apart didn’t prepare her to face him once more.

She remained quiet on their way towards his vehicle, the internal turmoil taking over with each step she took. And there he was holding the door open for her, giving her the sad and traumatized puppy eyes a pet would use after being scolded.

“I’ll go in the back.” Announced Zoe climbing in while the driver took their luggage.

Lisa gave her friend a curious look. “Can I go in the front? I get car-sick.”

That left Y/N sharing the second row of seats with Robert.

Y/N shook her head slightly while she tried to control her heart drumming like crazy, all their memories flashing her back in time to when they were happy, when they first kissed, when they first made love and of course, when he broke her heart.

A heavy and uncomfortable silence filled inside the vehicle.

Y/N tried to focus her gaze in the sighting they were passing through the busy streets, the man in the bicycle, the three women at the café, the elderly couple with their dog, anything but the man sitting next to her that was subtly looking at her and clearing his throat. She could feel his eyes on her, boring into her soul.

“Where am I driving to Sir?” The driver asked, waiting for instructions.

Lisa gave him Y/N address, she had a small loft in the city and they’d be staying there for the book signing event.

A million thoughts crossed Robert’s mind, he wanted to apologize first. But after all those years? Y/N could hardly stand to be in the same car with him clearly. What could he say? How could he even even begin to justify what he did to her back then? There wasn’t a single valid reason for leaving her the way he did.

And for what? To get his father’s approval? To show the old man that he was worth to be his son?

He lost the best damn thing that could ever happen to him. He lost her over nothing.

But now he was willing to give everything for her.

When they arrived, Y/N thanked the driver, took her bags and mumbled a very lowly thanks to Robert through gritted teeth, then she excused to rush to use the ladies room, leaving Robert standing there in the middle not knowing what to do with a million words to say and a sincere apology trapped in his lips.

Zoe approached him quietly, she had known Y/N for over ten years and given her reaction to the odd encounter, despite all, she knew Y/N still cared about him.

“Can I ask you a question before anything else?”

Robert crossed his arms and gave her a nod.

“Are you single?” That was the most important thing to know first.

“Yes.”

Then, onto the next question. “Call me a witch if you want, I don’t know you… but I know her. Do you still have feelings or something? I know it got messy the last time you talked but...”

Robert allowed himself to let his guard down, the one he had built after losing Y/N. He never let another woman into his heart. His bed? Yes. But not his heart.

“I don’t think it matters, she can hardly stand to look at me for two seconds.” He saw the pain was still there in her eyes.

“She’s going to hate me for doing this but if I can help in any way it’s worth the risk…” Zoe assured him. “I’ve a book signing today at four o’clock, this is the address.” Noticing the confusion in Robert’s eyes, she added; “this isn’t my business but I know the two of you’ve an unfinished business.”

Robert stared at the flyer, wondering what was the right thing to do.

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?”

“Oh it’s going to be hard, trust me.” Zoe then took her best friend side. “And if you hurt her again, I’m going to give you hell for ruining it twice.”

As the girls walked inside the apartment, Robert took his time to process everything, and taking his phone, he called his assistant to clear his schedule for the day, his mind couldn’t stop thinking of the series of events that just happened.

***

Robert took a look at his watch impatiently, then stared out the window of his vehicle and his eyes stopped at the women walking down the street. A grandma with what looked like her granddaughter, strolling with their arms linked, their eyes focused in the articles before their eyes and it made him think immediately of Y/N and her grandmother. How many times did he found them just like that, then they’d drive back into her grandmas house for lunch or dinner, the same with his grandmother.

When everything was simpler and happier. When they were together.

“Mr. Fischer, they are done signing the books.” His driver informed him.

Marcus didn’t ask him anything further, and without intention the man pressed him to make a choice. Walk in the book store and try to apologize to Y/N or drive away and leave behind a small possibility to get her back.

All damn day he kept thinking about her and what they had. How different his life would be if only he didn’t let her go that day.

But guilt was eating him alive, for the damage he caused her.

Did he deserve to be happy for once?

A bald man stepped out of the store, holding the door open and then he saw Zoe and Lisa walking out.

But when he saw Y/N hiding her beautiful eyes behind her sunglasses, he soon realized by just one look that he never stopped loving her.

“Y/N!” It was an impulsive move, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Wait…” he pleaded her, the three girls turned around to face him.

She gave him a confused look, not knowing what he was doing there or how he knew. Would the feeling of being incomplete without Robert would ever go away? Her heartbeat went crazy.

Knowing there was a possibility that Y/N could reject him, Robert cleared his throat and hid his hands inside his pockets. “I owe you a sincere apology, Y/N and I know it won’t take away what I did…” two pairs of curious eyes stared back at him. “I’m really sorry.”

Y/N stood there processing his words unsure of what to do or say. A million thoughts crossing her mind.

“If you want, we could talk? Privately.” He struggled to say the words, not because he didn’t mean it, because he was terrified of getting a negative answer. His next words came out as whisper whilst he looked down. “If you agree of course.”

Time slowed as Y/N took a deep breath, pondering on his words. Had she been waiting all her life for this moment? Was this the closure her heart needed?

She opened her mouth to explain him, she already had plans with her friends, but Zoe gave her a disapproving glance, reading her mind.

“I don’t know what will happen next,” Y/N said cautiously, “but I think a chat it’s a good start.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as she said those words, she felt free, relieved even for carrying the burden for so long. Whilst for Robert, this was the small light at the end of the tunnel.

They both knew it would take a lot of time to rebuild a relationship like they did. But at least this was the first step to try to get back the love they once had.

And without a doubt, he still loved Y/N.

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Mile High | Robert Fischer x fem!reader

prompt: you’re the stewardess on robert fischer’s private jet, and he’s not too fond of your attitude. (NSFW, no minors)

WARNINGS: robert’s a cunt, plane sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), degradation and praise, slight age gap, power imbalance

word count: 2.1k

today was your first day working with mr. fischer, you had been a regular stewardess for a few years now but due to good word of mouth you were able to become a private jet stewardess. it was a more intimate environment, the pay was better, you had less people to tend to, it was overall quite the win for you.

the jet was set to leave in a few minutes, so you found your way to the bathroom and quickly dolled yourself up a bit before mr. fischer came onto the plane. you’re expecting a man, at least in his 60s, rich as hell and eager to pounce on a young woman such as your self. you could use it to your advantage, maybe leave the jet with some extra money in your pocket.

while in the bathroom, you overheard some small talk happening within the jet.

“good afternoon, robert! right this way” you hear, “robert?” you think to yourself. you wait until the minor chaos of dealing with the baggage is dealt with before you take one last look in the mirror, feeling satisfied with what you see staring back at you. with a deep breath, you walk out the bathroom. what was once lively a few moments ago has fallen silent. you see a lone man sitting in his seat, hands clasped in front of him while gazing out the window. is that mr. fischer? or, robert, as you had just overheard.

you were expecting some grandpa. oxygen tank on standby if need be. you could tell from afar he was older than you, but not by very much. a decade at the most.

you quickly dismiss those thoughts, and bring a semi-artificial smile to your face. as you begin to approach him and his face becomes clearer, you can tell he’s quite an attractive man. sharp suit, nice watch, clean shave, he looks good to say the least. as you stand beside his seat, you start to say the introduction you were told to say by the jet company.

“good afternoon, mr. fischer, my nam-“

“i don’t want any handouts.” he says sharply, not even attempting to shift his gaze from the window.

oh. so he’s like that.

you brush past his blatant arrogance and continue with your introduction, “oh, no, i’m not here to offer anything at the moment. just introducing myself, my names y/n and i’ll be taking care of you for this flight.” you say, forcing that smile back to your face. it’s at this point that he actually looks at you and you’re met with his striking blue eyes, he really looks like the embodiment of if looks could kill. “throughout the flight, anything you need, just let me know.” he scans you up and down before returning to your face, muttering a small “mhm” before looking back out the window again.

once your backs to him, you roll your eyes, heading to your lounging area to wait around until robert to wants something.

around a half an hour has passed and you’ve resorted to reading a book, you’ve read it multiple times before, but it’s an old reliable. and you also had absolutely nothing else to do. that is until you hear him call out for you, “ma’am?” you hear robert say, you place your book down and stand up, walking over to him.

he’s watching you this time, actually looking at you like a person.

“could you get me a scotch on the rocks?” he asks, leaning his head back slightly, “of course, i’ll be back shortly.” you reply before heading to the opposite side of the jet to make his drink. after a few moments, you return, drink in hand.

“here you go, mr. fisc-“

“could you get me a cigarette, too?” he adds, fully cutting you off without care.

“i’m sorry, sir, smoking isn’t allowed on the jet.” you reply, obviously you can’t smoke on the goddamn jet, but this would probably come as a surprise to him. arrogant little pricks probably never been told no in his life.

he brings the drink up to his lips, taking a swig before placing it down in the cup holder.

“i could buy you, and this jet company. get me the cigarette.” he spat, you’re rendered speechless, as you begin to leave to try and find cigarettes you feel a tight grip on your wrist.

“for future reference, doll, when i want something, i get it. i’m not asking you, i’m telling you.” he grumbled before letting go of your wrist. as you kept walking you couldn’t help but be absolutely appalled at his behaviour.

somehow, you were able to find the cigarettes and a lighter.

you remind yourself, suck it up, he’s filthy rich, the pay will be good. the thought of taking money from him gave you an authentic smile that you held on your face as you approached him, cigarettes and lighter in hand.

“here you go, sir.” you say, he grabs them without acknowledging you at all and quickly brings a cigarette up to his lips, lighting it before inhaling the smoke sharply. you watch as his shoulders drop as he exhales.

you turn your back to him to leave, “wait.” you hear him say, you turn to face him.

“sit.” he adds, using his head to signal towards the seat sitting across from his. you feel your anxiety begin to peak, but you oblige. “how’d you get this job?” he pries, taking a sip from his drink and then a drag from the cigarette. “uh..” you start, mind racing. you’re about to lose your job, you think to yourself. “i worked as a regular stewardess for a few years, but someone put a good word in about me, so now i’m here.” you say, as sweetly as you can.

“good word? about what? did you fuck someone to get them to say that?” he asks, his words are jarring. you can’t believe he’d speak to you like this, “excuse me?” you question.

“because the behaviour you’ve shown is less than satisfactory to say the least. so i’m just wondering if you fucked your way to get here.” he shrugs, “i’m disgusted with how you’ve acted. and if you wanna keep your job, you’re going to have to prove yourself worthy.”

you don’t know what to say, “mr. fischer i’m afraid i don’t know what you’re-“

“call me robert, hun.” he says, his tone still cold as he puts out the cigarette.

“robert. i’m not sure what you’re implying here.” you repeat, feeling yourself become flushed.

“you said you’d be taking care of me for this flight, didn’t you? and right now, i’m having some needs that i’m sure you could meet. after all, the other favours i’ve asked of you have been a disappointment.” he says, beginning to unbuckle his belt, your eyes go wide,

“robert, i’m not sure-“ you squeak, being thrown off by how quickly everything is progressing.

“sh, do one thing right and keep yourself quiet.” he says, now unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “matter of fact, get on your knees.” he growls, blatantly palming himself in front of you. this entire situation is a huge mind-fuck. roberts been nothing but a petty little cunt the entire time, but he’s still rather handsome, and, his most dominating quality, rich. you don’t wanna lose your job, and you’re willing to do whatever he’d ask to prevent it. so you fall to your knees in front of him.

“you’re gonna suck me off, and then i’ll consider forgetting about your bad hospitality.” he remarked, scooting his hips forward slightly. you nod, not saying a word before tugging his waistbands down, watching his hard cock spring against his stomach. you hesitantly give him a few pumps. after building up the courage, you bring his tip into your mouth, sucking and swirly around it gently, watching his body begin to go limp as a low groan came from within him.

slowly, you start to take more, pumping whatever isn’t fitting in your mouth, he’s moaning now. not very loud, but enough for you to be able to hear him. you feel a palm being placed on top of your head, forcing you down lower on his cock.

“take more, and don’t be shy, sweetheart, you wanna keep your job, don’t you?” he purrs, you view that as a sign for you to play with his balls as well while sucking him off. at this point you’re basically deep throating him, twisting your hand to act as if a continuation of your mouth.

“ah fuck..” he grunts, “do you only follow instructions when they involve you being a whore?” he growls through gritted teeth, you hum around him, unable to give him any other response. he swats your hands away and locks his fingers into your hair, fucking your mouth at a rough and unexpected pace.

you can barely breathe, your eyes are watering, and worst of all- you can feel yourself becoming wet. you hope to god that he doesn’t know that he’s turning you on, he’d never let you forget it.

“god..” he moans, “such a good girl. is that all it takes to get you to behave? a cock down your throat?” he teases, brushing your hair back to watch himself fuck your mouth. you whine around him, and glance at him through half lidded eyes, continuing to let him have his way with you.

he starts to huff quietly before roughly tugging you off his cock, making you gasp loudly at the ability to breathe clearly again.

“don’t wanna come just yet, wanna use that pussy first.” he grunts, pumping himself slowly. almost as if in a daze, you stand to your feet and shimmy your stockings and panties off, leaving you still nearly fully clothed. you place your hands on his shoulders and climb onto his lap, lining him up with your entrance before slowly sliding yourself down. wincing slightly at the stretch.

he moans lowly and his head dips back, “fuck.. you’re so wet.. gripping me so good.. shame you’re such a disrespectful slut. maybe you just need a good fucking, huh?” he groans in your ear, running his tongue along its outer shell. chills spread across your body as you raise your hips and slowly begin to ride him, “y-yeah.. i think i do..” you reply, hiding your face in his neck,

“mhm.. i think so too..” he purrs before placing his hands on your hips, guiding you to pick up a faster and rougher pace. you can’t help but moan while gripping his shoulders, “s-ir!” you whine, “feels so good!”.

he lets out a breathy laugh, “such a good girl when she’s got a cock inside her.” he nudges your head up to expose your neck and plants wet kisses, occasionally sucking gently. he sneaks his hands down and rides your skirt up so it’s sitting around your waist, fully exposing your bare bottom half. he grips your ass roughly before placing a firm smack against it, making you gasp loudly. you feel yourself becoming wetter, almost embarrassingly so. he noticed this.

“oh, did you like that, sweet thing? god, you really are a slut..” he laughs lowly before shifting his hips up to meet your trusts. the cabin is only filled with the sounds of heavy breath and moans, skin on skin, a slight squelching sounds which are making you blush harder.

you’re a moaning mess, shaking slightly, gasping and whining. he grabs one of your wrists and moves it between your legs,

“rub your clit, get yourself off on my cock, sweetheart.” he groans in the sweetest tone he’s had the entire flight. and you do just that, rub your clit while he fucks up into you. you’re close, very close, and judging by that gesture he just pulled you assume he is too.

“i’m close, robert!” you whine, screwing your eyes shut tightly, “come for me.” he growls before smacking your ass again, the sting of the smack pushed you over the edge. your orgasm rippling through you as he continued to thrust himself inside you.

“oh, shit, hun..” he mumbles, “squeezing my cock so nicely.. like you’re begging me to come inside..”

before you can fully process what he’s said, hes coming inside you, biting down on your shoulder to stifle his own moans. after riding out his orgasm, he begins to lift you off. but instead of guiding you to the seat in front of him, he moves you to the seat beside him, then proceeding to lean forward and pick up your stockings and panties for you.

“if you clean up your act, i’ll have you on my flights more often. i’ll treat you good, sweetheart, real good.”