#handsy robert

[kiss-me-cill-me]

Follow Me Down

Pairing: Robert Fischer x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Dealing with Robert's advances feels like a full time job in itself. When he finally pushes you past your breaking point at a company party, you decide that it's time to teach him a lesson.

Warnings: Smut, hate sex, semi-public sex, mean reader, pushy/bratty Robert, kind of switch!Robert, S&M themes, oral (f receiving), face sitting, high heel kink, spit kink, choking, non-consensual creampie, name calling (including one use of "bitch"), workplace harassment, degradation, misogyny, mentions of drinking/alcohol, reader insults Robert by suggesting that he would spike her drink (but it does not actually happen)

A/N: Are New Year's Eve fics a thing? If not, they should be haha. I love New Year's Eve, so as a little early present, please enjoy this piece of absolute filth. Title was inspired by George Taylor's song Come Follow Me Down, which I listened to on repeat while writing the smut portion of this. Thank you for reading, and I'm wishing you all a great start to 2024!

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Robert Fischer was the kind of man who had everything handed to him in life, and it showed. He was petulant, unserious, and thoughtless. Or at least, mostly thoughtless; he did possess the very annoying ability to badger the living hell out of someone in order to get what he wanted. And tonight, as was so unfortunately often the case, the focus of his one-track mind was you.

He was trailing after you now, either oblivious to or willfully ignorant of the look of annoyance plastered over your face as you tried to lose him. He barely had to hurry to keep up.

“Don’t be shy asking for my help with closing that big merger if you need it,” he told you.

You grimaced. You knew how to do your job.

“Robert, let’s not talk about work while we’re off the clock,” you said shortly, trying to make your voice as sweet as possible so that he wouldn’t have an excuse to comment on your tone.

You were at the company’s New Year’s Eve party. Ostensibly, this was the last of (too many) excuses littered throughout the year for the big wig executives to drink expensive booze and make fools of themselves on the company dime. And, annoyingly, it was also yet another opportunity for Fischer to try and sleep with you. 

“Okay. Let me get you a drink then,” he offered.

You decided you were done being sweet. You stopped and turned on your heel to face him.

“I wouldn’t leave you alone with my drink for two seconds, much less accept one you’d gotten your grubby little mitts on,” you hissed.

Robert made no indication that he understood what you were insinuating. Instead, he rested a hand on your waist, tugging you just a bit closer to him.

“Then I’ll escort you to the bar,” he said. “And I’ll even keep my hands on you, so you’ll know that I haven’t touched your drink.”

He was disgusting. 

“Why don’t you escort yourself?” you shot back, shaking out of his grip.

You were abstaining from drinks tonight, wanting to keep your wits about you just in case Robert tried to get too handsy. Or, handsier than he usually was. This was a fairly frequent occurrence, and although you were used to it, it still pissed you off. Robert was nothing you couldn’t handle, but the arrogant rich boy attitude got old quick. It annoyed you that you couldn’t say anything without risking the job you had worked so hard for. Unlike him, you hadn’t been born into a world that put you automatically on a pedestal. On the contrary, it often felt like people were trying to kick you off the ledge.

Robert was walking behind you again, thankfully keeping his hands to himself even as he hovered at your heels, and you walked deeper into the party. All around you, drunken coworkers reveled and laughed. There was only about one hour left in the year, and by god the company was going to spend it drinking enough champagne to kill an elephant.

“Come on,” Robert called behind you, still trailing. “Don’t you know how to take a joke?”

You ignored him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. As you wove your way through the crowd, one of the higher-ups signaled to you. 

You jumped at the opportunity, hoping that Robert would at least have the common decency to leave you be while you were talking to a man who was essentially your boss. But of course, rules and manners didn’t apply to Robert Fischer like they would to anyone else. As you talked with the executive about mergers and acquisitions, Robert stood directly behind you. Practically breathing down your neck. You had to bite your tongue when he placed a hand on the small of your back again. What the hell did he think he was doing?

After a few minutes, the higher-up - slightly intoxicated - excused himself and wandered off, leaving you alone again with the man who was quickly becoming the bane of your existence.

“Robert-” you started to bark.

“God, you’re sexy when you talk business,” Robert interrupted.

You were facing him again, his arm still wrapped around you possessively. You caught a whiff of bourbon on his breath. He certainly wasn’t drunk, but the alcohol had clearly loosened his tongue. Usually he wasn’t this forward. You frowned.

“And you’re an unprofessional prick.”

Your outburst almost seemed to shock you more than it did Robert. His expression never faltered, except to allow a small smirk to spread across his lips.

“Sweetheart, don’t flatter me like that,” he teased. “A pretty girl like you could give a guy like me ideas.”

He raised his eyebrows at you as he said “ideas,” lowering his voice a bit. You got the message.

“I’m sorry if I was unclear,” you said, trying not to speak through clenched teeth. “But the only idea I want to give you is to leave me the hell alone.”

Robert put his hands up, pretending to look wounded. Or maybe he was going for shocked. As if you hadn’t made it abundantly clear already just how uninterested you were. He took a step back, to your relief.

“Okay, I can see you need some time to cool off,” he relented. Finally, you were getting somewhere. “But can you really blame me for getting mixed signals?”

You had no idea what Robert was talking about, until he started pointing above him. Your eyes trailed up, and you saw for the first time a little sprig of mistletoe, hanging in the hallway. A leftover from the company’s Christmas decorations. Of all the places you could have been standing… When you looked back at Robert, your mouth was a thin line.

“What are you, twelve?” you asked. 

He just smiled. 

“Christmas is over, Robert,” you said coldly.

As you started to walk away, he called after you.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying!”

Fischer was right about one thing - you did need some time to cool off. Being around him made your skin crawl. It made you feel like you needed a shower and a guzzle of holy water, just to exorcize any lingering traces of him from your system. A gin and tonic would probably have at least some of the same effects. And you were craving one, but you reminded yourself that you needed to stay sharp. Robert had left you alone for now, but it was only a matter of time before he would be back. You settled for just the tonic.

Rubbing your head as you walked through the party, horribly bitter drink in hand, you wondered why you had even bothered to come. So much of what you did was for the sake of appearances. Anything to claw your way ahead. Though of course, even you had limits. Sleeping with Fischer would, ironically, probably end in a boon to your career. But you definitely weren’t about to let yourself sink to that level. 

You looked down at your gin-less tonic, twist of lime bobbing lazily in the bubbles. Why were you even drinking this? It certainly wasn’t for the taste. You dumped the rest of your drink in a potted plant, and set the empty glass down on a table.

This party was a total drag. But, you figured, at least you wouldn’t have to go far to find a little solitude. One of the benefits of working for an insanely wealthy company like Fischer Morrow was that even mid-level employees like you got extravagant offices. Your high heels clicked against the tile as you strode off, eager to leave the maddening din - and Robert Fischer - behind.

You reached your office door, and instantly knew that something was off. Behind the frosted windows, you could tell that the lights were on. The party was on the floor below yours; there should have been nobody up here, much less in your private office. Maybe it was just one of the cleaners, working late. Well, no problem. They would be easy enough to get rid of, and then you could regroup and prepare yourself for the remainder of a night full of fending off Robert’s advances. You pushed open the door.

Really, you should have seen this coming. Of course it wasn’t going to be this easy to get rid of him.

“Robert,” you sighed. You took in the sight of him, sitting in your swivel chair and looking very pleased with himself. “Do I really have to ask you to get out of my office?”

“Not if you don’t want me to,” he taunted, effortlessly throwing your own words back at you. He winked, and you narrowed your eyes.

You walked over to your desk, large and shiny with a stained walnut finish. It was an expensive piece of furniture, and one that Robert somehow managed to look right at home sitting behind. As if he owned the place. Which was closer to the truth than you particularly liked to think about. 

“Why do you enjoy doing this?” you asked, not expecting a real answer.

“I just like getting a rise out of you,” Robert said.

It sounded strangely honest. You leaned over your desk, staring down at him. Trying to size him up.

“You’re very mean when you want to be,” Robert continued, almost observationally.

You weren’t sure where he was going with this. Sure, you could be mean. It was part of the reason why you’d achieved the position you were in now; you didn’t advance in business by being a pushover.

Robert, you noticed, was currently staring down the front of your dress. You scrambled to stand up, and crossed your arms over your chest. The little pervert wasn’t even trying to hide it. You circled the desk, coming to rest on the side where Robert still sat, watching you calmly. You silently willed him to get out of your chair; to leave your office and give you twenty seconds of peace. He didn’t, of course, and so you took a seat on the desk, crossing your legs and tapping one foot in the air.

“So, what? Do you get off on me being mean to you or something?” you pressed.

Robert shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. For some reason, that infuriated you even more. You hated his smug face; that little smirk he was wearing right now that meant he was getting what he wanted. You had the sudden urge to slap him. Maybe that would teach him a lesson.

“And what about you?” Robert asked. “What do you get out of this?”

“Me?!” You were incredulous. “Christ. What could I possibly be getting out of putting up with you constantly bothering me?”

Robert shrugged again, and your desire to slap him grew.

“Maybe you get off on it too,” he guessed. “Being mean, that is.”

“You think I get off on doing this?” you scoffed. “Do you ever think about anything besides sex?”

“You’re the one who brought up getting off; not me.”

You were really going to lose it. You could barely see Fischer sitting in front of you now for all of the angry red that was swirling through your vision. He thought he could walk in here, sit at your desk, and then tell you you got off on being mean to him? He didn’t know how mean you could be.

“What’s your end goal with all this, Robert? You really think you’re gonna get to live out whatever twisted fantasy you’ve made me a part of in that sick little head of yours?”

“Maybe,” Robert said nonchalantly. You could feel him undressing you with his eyes.

“Yeah? What are you hoping to do to me?” you prodded. You didn’t care what you were saying anymore; you were way past the point of professionalism. “Probably tie me up and watch me try to fight you off, right?”

Robert looked up at you very calmly, holding your angry gaze as he answered you.

“I’d rather have you step on me with those heels,” he said.

You were taken aback.

“Excuse me?”

“I said: I want you to step on me with those slutty little stilettos you keep waving in my face,” he repeated.

You froze. One foot was braced against the drawers of your desk, and the other was poised in the air, hovering just in front of Robert’s knee as he sat in your chair.

“What’s the matter?” Robert asked. “I warned you you’d give a guy like me ideas, didn’t I?”

Part of you was in shock. This was not how you had expected this interaction to go. But another part of you - a corner of your mind that you didn’t even want to acknowledge - really was turned on by the idea of putting him in his place. You grinned.

“What makes you think I’d do that for you?” you hummed, mocking him.

Before he had a chance to respond, you lifted your foot and pressed the sharp point of your heel against the fleshy part of Robert’s shoulder. His expensive suit jacket started to crease. You pushed your heel in a little more, pushing him back just an inch.

Robert’s eyes started to wander, trying to sneak a look under your dress as you sat in front of him, your leg lifted up to press into his shoulder. 

“You’re a pig,” you told him, shifting your foot so that it was in the middle of his chest. 

The new angle made it a little harder for him to get a peek, with your legs more pressed together. Robert’s eyes drifted back to your face, a look of restrained amusement dancing across his own features. He was trying to play it cool, but you noticed the way his fingers dug into the chair’s leather armrests.

“Just another pretty boy in a suit,” you continued, inching the toe of your shoe up toward his collar. 

The point of your heel was right over his sternum, and Robert started to smile. He really was enjoying this, and the realization both repulsed and aroused you.

“Think you can take whatever you want. You need to be put in your place.”

You pushed back with your foot, making Robert’s chair roll a few inches so that you had space to stand up between him and the desk. You planted one foot on the floor, and the other directly over his crotch, pressing in with the dull toe of your shoe. The point of your heel rested on the chair in front of him, between his slightly parted legs. You weren’t trying to impale the poor man, but the devious look that Robert fixed on you as you towered over him almost made it look like he would have preferred if you did.

“Told you y’get off on being mean,” he teased.

You grabbed hold of his tie and pulled his face closer to yours as you looked down at him.

“Robert, if you think this is what a woman looks like when she gets off, I have some very bad news for you. Why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth is good for?”

You pushed away from him, climbing back up on the desk and spreading your legs. The tight black dress you wore rode up your thighs, and Robert instantly dropped to his knees in front of you. He hooked a finger into the crotch of your panties, using it to drag them to the side until you were on display for him.

“You can deny all you want,” he mocked, “but you wouldn’t be this wet if you really didn’t enjoy it.”

“Jesus. Stop talking,” you ordered.

You shoved his face between your legs, and his tongue eagerly came out to lick at you. You were wet - there really wasn’t any denying it - but you didn’t need him pointing out that fact as if he weren’t the one desperately lapping at your cunt. Robert was the pathetic one here; you were really just going along with things to teach him a lesson. If he wanted you to walk all over him, you would make sure he regretted ever crossing paths with you. And if you happened to get off while doing it - well,  you'd just chalk that down as some much-needed stress relief. Dealing with Robert was exhausting.

You hooked your legs over his arms, pinning him in place as he balanced himself against the desk. As much as you hated to admit it, he was good at this. Very good. His tongue was lavishing you; his blue eyes never breaking contact with yours as he ate you out. The way he was looking up at you felt dirty and yet dangerously addicting, all at the same time. Your hand tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer as your breath hissed through your teeth. Abruptly, you pulled him away.

“Get on the desk,” you commanded, a little out of breath.

Robert stood up, wiped his smug face, and started to climb up onto the desk.

“On your back.”

He laid down, swinging his feet up so that he was fully spread out across the hard surface. You reached up under your dress to remove your panties. Having him hold them to the side was only getting in the way.

You carefully got up on the desk with him, knees resting on either side of his face.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you scoffed, half for your own benefit.

“Think of it this way,” Robert smirked beneath you. “Isn’t it gonna make you happy to wipe this smile off my face?”

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

You sat down, putting almost your full weight on his face. Robert reached up to grab hold of your thighs, supporting you, and you were actually grateful for it even though it gave him an opportunity to grope at your ass. Your legs were getting weaker every second, and you could feel yourself tipping over the edge.

Part of the thrill was from being in such a compromising position. Before, if someone had walked in, there was a chance that Robert could stand up and you would be able to smooth down your dress in time to avoid getting caught. But now… well, riding a man’s face as he was splayed out on the desk beneath you was a little harder to recover from, logistically.

You ground your hips down, so tantalizingly close to coating his face in your release. Robert seemed to sense your urgency, and dug his fingers into your flesh, practically begging for it. His tongue dragged roughly across your clit, sucking with just the right pressure.

Your mouth hung open as you came, at first frozen in a silent scream and then moaning, sinfully, as an orgasm rolled over you. You seemed to shake from your shoulders down into your knees, and Robert’s tongue lapped up all of your arousal. He pressed his lips to your clit one final time as you slid off of him. 

When your hips were straddling his, Robert sat up to hold you. His hands were hungry, grabbing at your waist as he tried to pull you closer and into a kiss.

“No kissing,” you choked out, putting a hand on his chest to stop him.

Robert didn't try to push past you, just paused and looked up at you with light, teasing eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart. It's New Year's Eve. You're not gonna give me a kiss at midnight?” 

You swallowed, not trusting your shaky voice to respond without giving him more fuel to taunt you with. He didn't need it.

“Even after you already let me wrap my lips around your pretty cunt?” 

Your hand on his chest pressed down, pushing him back onto the hard wood. Robert smiled again, proud of himself for getting to you. He really did know how to wind you up.

“You’re such a typical rich boy,” you spat. “So used to getting anything you ask for.”

“Usually I don’t even have to ask,” Robert corrected.

“Right. Other women just throw themselves at you?” You felt your hatred flare.

He gave you that knowing look again, but kept his smirking mouth shut. You noticed the way your arousal still glistened against his lips. The whole lower half of his face, actually, was drenched, and the sight of it sent a pang of renewed desire all through you.

Suddenly, Robert’s grip tightened at your waist. He bunched up the fabric of your dress, exposing you a little more, and forced you down onto his leg. 

“Use me to get yourself off.”

Already impatient, his hands had started to pull at your hips, making you rock back and forth. The cloth of his suit pants brushed roughly against your exposed clit, still sensitive from his earlier treatment. But still, it felt good. Too good.

“Robert-”

You had opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

“Mm, say my name, baby.”

He was so full of himself. Something snapped in you, and your hand flew up to his neck. As your grip tightened, Robert only threw his head back.

“Honestly, do you ever shut up?” you spat.

Despite yourself, your hips started to stutter against him, desperate to rub harder as the pressure started to build in you again. For whatever reason, you found yourself going along with Robert’s demands once more. Your hand on his neck squeezed.

“You really do get everything you want,” you hissed, teeth clenching against the ache that was rapidly growing between your legs.

“Not true,” Robert choked out beneath you. His voice was straining from your grip, but you could still hear the hint of satisfaction. “I haven’t gotten to stick it in you yet.”

Your walls clenched around nothing, and you hated how his words could affect you. You angrily took it out on him, pressing the hand on his neck down even harder. Robert hissed out through his teeth, then dissolved into a rough cry of pleasure. 

“Fuck," you gasped.

Your grip loosened, suddenly, as a wave of ecstasy came crashing over you for the second time. It was unexpected and fast, taking you by such surprise that you fell forward on the desk a little, caging Robert’s face with your arms. Your stomach churned with embarrassment as the feeling faded, and you realized that just the sound of his voice had been enough to push you over the edge.

You looked down, and saw Robert’s eyes full of mirth. His face was flushed, blood rushing back now that your hand was off him. A few strands of hair stood out of place against his forehead. Honestly, he was a mess; clothes all wrinkled and normally-neat red tie knocked askew. You could feel yourself dripping. His very expensive suit pants were probably ruined. Although, that was really his problem.

“Tell me again how you don’t get off on being mean?” Robert rasped below you.

You were panting, and clearly in no position to answer him. But even if you had been able to speak, you certainly weren’t about to tell him that it had been his animalistic moan that really made you come. Robert started to sit up a little, keeping one arm around your waist.

“You hate me so much.” Robert’s voice was still slightly hoarse, but there was that tone of amusement, as usual. 

“Poor little rich boy.”

It was all you could think to say, still trying to recover from two orgasms back to back. Robert gave you a look that was almost pitying.

“When are you gonna admit that you’re just jealous?” Robert purred.

You gave him a look of disgust, hoping your scowl would communicate everything that you couldn’t verbalize. Your head was still reeling, dizzy from the rush.

“You think you’re better than everyone else just because you have to scramble to get ahead? Please. You wish you had it as easy as me.” Robert’s hands came up to grasp at your wrists, holding you in place as he brought his lips close to yours. “But lucky for me, you’re not above sleeping your way to the top.”

Is that really what he thought this was? No. That wasn’t the reason for this. Inch by inch, Robert was bringing his lips closer to you. This bastard, thinking he understood you. Infuriated, you did the only thing you could think to do, and spit on him.

He stopped, but didn’t look particularly surprised. The trail of spit started to drip down his face, mixing on his cheek with the leftover sheen of your arousal. Calmly, Robert brought a hand up to his face and wiped off the efforts of your rebellion.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you, sweetheart.”

In the next instant, Robert’s hands were at his belt, nimble fingers working the buckle. You noticed for the first time how painfully stretched his pants were. He had to be in agony. But, you thought bitterly, that was probably exactly how he wanted it.

“Here - why don’t you spit on my cock?” he goaded, pulling himself out of his briefs.

Your eyes blew wide at the sight of him. That certainly explained the amount of confidence he had. You struggled to shoot back a response.

“In your dreams,” you muttered.

“Don’t be like that,” Robert chided, pouting a little bit.

As much as he liked to act, you could tell that he wasn’t really hurt. Someone as arrogant as Robert Fischer could never be truly bothered by anything. This was merely an inconvenience. He pinched your cheeks between his rough fingers, forcing you to look down at his dick with your mouth open. A long, wet rope of saliva fell from your lips.

“There, was that so hard?”

Robert’s pinching hand left your face as he brought it down to rub at his length, hastily working your spit over himself.

“This is for your benefit anyway,” he winked. “Don’t want it to hurt you too much.”

You watched, almost mesmerized, as he pumped himself a few more times. Satisfied, he stood up, taking you with him. Standing in your heels, you were almost as tall as him, and he looked directly into your eyes.

“Now, do you want me to fuck you over the desk, or up against the wall?”

You almost couldn’t believe his audacity. You glared at him, a heavy, electrical silence hanging between you.

“Tick-tock, sweetheart.”

“Go to hell, Robert,” you answered. 

“Well, then I guess we’re doing what I want.” He smiled. “How ironic.”

He lifted you up in one swift motion, and then your back was against the wall. The head of his cock was pressing into you, and the stretch was almost painful.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he hissed. “Just what I would expect from a stuck-up little bitch.”

His words stung, but not as much as the snap of his hips as he thrust into you, forcing a little whine out of your lips. You grit your teeth, trying to muffle your reaction.

“You squeeze me so good when you’re angry,” Robert laughed. “Fuck.”

His hands were digging into you, holding you up as he pulled out and then pressed greedily back in. Your head pushed back against the wall, overwhelmed by his size. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you?” he teased.

“You- wish-”

Your words cut off as Robert fucked sharply into you again, then paused. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling his hips against you as you tried to hold yourself up. It only made him push deeper. 

“Fuck, Robert-!”

You cried out, interrupting yourself again, and felt his lips brush against your neck.

“I didn’t even move that time, baby,” he smirked. 

You couldn’t stand to see him so smug. Somewhere deep inside yourself, you found strength.

“W-what are you waiting for, then? Get to work, pretty boy.”

Robert grinned as he thrust into you, even more powerfully than before. You wanted to whimper, but bit your tongue. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“You really are something else,” Robert chuckled.

His pace had started to speed up, and now he was pumping in and out of you relentlessly, each thrust pushing you back against the wall. Your body had finally adjusted to his girth, and you were almost starting to enjoy the stretch. Not to mention the way that his head hit a certain spot inside of you, nearly making you fall apart every time he brushed against it.

You were finding it harder and harder to suppress your moans, and every now and then one would slip out of your tightly-pressed lips. Robert seemed to speed up every time he heard you whimper.

“Fuck!” you swore, as he hit a particularly deep spot.

“You take my cock so well,” he grunted. Even trying to keep his cool, it was clear that he was only seconds away from release. “Now let’s see how you take my cum.”

“Not… not inside,” you panted.

“Don’t- fucking- tell me what to do.”

“Don't fucking come in me!”

Pressed against the wall, your options for retaliation were limited. Your legs could do nothing but wrap around him; his hands stopping you from putting your feet on the floor. Your own hands were occupied gripping at the lapels of his suit, hanging on for dear life as he split you open. Really, the only available part of you was your mouth.

Your lips bruised hard against his, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting hard enough that you hoped it hurt. Robert let out a muffled growl against you, and you sank your teeth in more.

Somewhere far away, a clock chimed and the party below you surged drunkenly. Robert thrust his hips into you one last time, and then you felt him painting your walls; cum leaking out of you as he held you, still suspended in the air. As the buzzing in your head started to fade, you realized he was smiling against your lips.

You jaw relaxed just enough for Robert to pull himself away. His lip was bruised; angry red from where your teeth had scraped him. He was even more disheveled than he had been, and, somehow, even more satisfied with himself.

“Ended up giving me that kiss anyway,” he rasped, voice still heavy from exertion and lust. “And right at midnight, too.”

You felt your hatred surge again, weakly. You were exhausted; barely able to keep yourself upright when Robert finally set you on your feet. He stepped away, leaving you to tug down your dress and try to make yourself presentable. A very difficult task, considering you still had fresh cum leaking out of you. Your eyes quickly scanned the floor for your panties. You would not stoop to searching on your hands and knees for them. Not until Robert left your office, at least.

Robert finished zipping his pants and replacing his belt, shiny silver buckle clicking under his fingers. He tugged at his suit, barely making a dent in the wrinkles, and smoothed a hand over his hair.

“Well, I would say ‘same time next week,’ but I think it would be easier to pencil you in at lunch,” Robert joked. “Maybe we can finally have that drink before I take you back to my office. You’ll have a really nice view of the city while I fuck you against the window.”

You really couldn’t believe the nerve. Although, by now, it should have been easy to expect no less from Robert. You walked right up to him and planted a finger in the center of his chest.

“If you think I’m ever having sex with you again, you’re twice as delusional as I thought you were,” you huffed. 

Robert took one more long look at you, and shrugged.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

[cyberstrm]

house's boys + how they kiss you

a/n: i love this silly doctor show heehehe

cws: none!

GREG HOUSE is rough. like. pin-you-to-the-wall-and-snog-you rough. very handsy, likes to grab your waist and jawline to pull you closer. he's a moment of passion kinda guy, once he's done he'll just walk away and continue whatever he was doing.

JIM WILSON is gentle. a softie. cups your face when he kisses you. he likes when you're on his lap, he can hold you and pull you further onto him white still kissing you. starts off slow but gets really into it.

ROBERT CHASE is sloppy. quick. hands at your waist, kissing quickly and hungrily. he's young and excitable. definitely a lip biter, has made you bleed a couple of times.

ERIC FOREMAN is chivalrous. respectful. he's charming, the type to give you flowers before kissing you. probably was too nervous to kiss you for ages, bless. but when he finally did, he did it a lot.

[gabessquishytum]

Dream doesn't know how he let his sibling(s) talk him into participating in a bachelor auction. There are so many bitties who are going to be bidding on him for their daughters (or themselves). Dream knows he'll probably be won by one of those handsy ones.

🤵🏻🩷🤵🏽‍♂️❤️🤵🏻

Somehow a bidding war breaks out - it's gratifying that he's going for a high amount (take that Desire), but Dream is not looking forward to any of these ladies winning.

Then from the back a voice calls out double the current bid - an outlandish amount! And then into the spotlight walk Robert Gadling. He was Hob to Dream before he left to strike out on his own.

(Hob's family was old money like Dream's, but Hob had plans to make something of himself without family help. He promised Dream he would be back, but it had been so long.)

He looked so good Dream could do little but stare - Hob had filled out and there was a (sexy) dangerous look in his eyes that did nothing to cool Dream's regard. --- I'm thinking those current rehearsal pics with the short hair and the beard, and the distracting, healing, cut over his left eye. 😍😳

OOO just imagine Dream standing up on the stage, sweating and blushing as Hob just stares at him. The other bidders have been firmly silenced by Hob’s ludicrous amount, and eventually the gavel goes down. Dream is shuffled off the stage, and he immediately makes a beeline for the man who just "bought" him. Hob is smirking and Dream wants to punch him in the face so bad (apparently someone got there before him). The audacity of Hob to come in here and buy a date with him after almost a decade with no contact! Dream doesn't care, he is not playing this game, he's not some object--

Hob places a finger to Dream’s lips. Then takes his hand and leads him off somewhere more private. Dream’s jaw drops, and he goes. Willingly. Nobody sees them for at least an hour.

Out in the carpark Dream finds himself spread out in the back seat of Hob’s very fancy car (he didnt notice the make, but it's big, roomy, almost like Hob planned in advance to have Dream at his mercy on the leather). Hob is cradling his leg, lifting his thigh to press a torturous series of kisses all the way from his knee to his hip. Dream thinks he might cry. He still hasn't found out where the hell Hob has been.

Well. He did promise that he'd come back. He's certainly making good on that promise now. Dream didn't think he'd be ending his evening like a cheap whore, even though he was "selling" himself... but since they're here, he intends to give Hob his money's worth. And make sure that he NEVER leaves again.

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Hey queen can you do a protective rooster fic?

PROTECTIVE ROOSTER IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE – to read AND to write. This request was my absolute pleasure, queenie. Hope I did it justice! Still dusting off the cobwebs with my writing so go easy on me.

Your Hands Only.

(Inspired by a scene from Suits Season 1 Episode 11 – If you know, you know.)

TW – Mild for unwanted advances and violence.

It had started like any other Saturday night at The Hard Deck. Rowdy patrons, loud music blaring from the jukebox, large groups of locals enjoying their weekly catch up and a gathering of navy aviators crowded around the pool table.

Rooster and the gang were already there by the time you arrived, and by the looks of their table were already a round or two in. Usually you would be right there with them but tonight you had sort of a date.

Robert was a local who had started making small talk with you a week or so ago, and had caught you a bit off guard earlier that week when he had asked you to join him for a drink, just the two of you. You had only stopped by The Hard Deck between classes as a favour to Mav, and Robert just so happened to be there.

Truth be told, your mind was somewhat occupied with someone else – Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. Your teammate, yes, but also one of your closest and most trusted friends. You'd been inseparable since you met, and he was one person you could always trust to have your back. He was your very best friend, yet somewhere between the lines of platonic intimacy, you'd somehow managed to fall head over heels in love with him. Your feelings for him felt suffocating at times - the way his simplest movements and gestures had your heart racing was nothing short of utter torment considering you were positive that the feelings weren't reciprocated. You did your best to shut down your feelings, but time after time it was proven that it was easier said than done. Distraction was the only way to go.

So, against your better judgement, you had agreed to grab a drink with Robert.

Phoenix was the first to notice you as you shimmied your way through the crowd towards the bar, and as soon as she waved in your direction, Rooster's eyes were on you – that damn beautiful dark and mysterious gaze. You locked eyes with him and smiled, waving over at the group. A few of them beckoned you over to join them but you shook your head with an apologetic glance, mouthing 'I can't' as you motioned over to the tall, ash blonde man waiting for you at the bar. You had mentioned the team about your 'date', but you had also promised you'd join them for one later. As much as you wanted to enjoy his company, you knew that this wasn't about to end going home with him.

All of your team went back to their game except for Rooster who let his gaze linger on you just a little longer.

You finally reached the bar and perched yourself on the stool next to Robert, placing your little black clutch on the bar in front of you.

“Hey,” you greeted, grabbing his full attention. Robert gave you a full once over with his eyes before he said hello back, clearly impressed with the effort you had made.

“Y/N, you look incredible.” He told you, his eyes drinking in your figure for a little longer than you were comfortable with. You straightened your posture and leaned both arms on the bar to cover as much as you could in an attempt to direct his gaze elsewhere.

“Uh, thanks.” You replied politely with a small smile, “You look great too.”

“Very kind of you to say, ma'am.” He responded instantly, taking your hand from the bar and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. You didn't take back your hand immediately, but soon pulled your hand back down when his lips loitered a little too long. Robert thought nothing of this, and didn't seem to notice your aversion to him being too handsy as he moved his free hand to rest on your hip.

Conversation didn't flow too easily over the next half hour or so which surprised you. Usually small talk was a strength of yours, but apparently not when you were distracted by avoiding wandering hands and politely declining advances that were becoming more and more indecent by the minute. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Robert only had one outcome in mind for tonight, and it involved you naked in his bed. Fucking typical.

You threw the occasional glance over at your friends, who all looked like they were having a great time. You wished there was an easy was to dip out of your 'date' without being rude, a fake emergency or something like that. Anything to get you within the safe space of your team. You made a mental note to implement some sort of SOS code with Phoenix if you ever agreed to another one of these.

You weren't sure exactly when he arrived, but you suddenly became aware of Rooster's voice on the other side of you, ordering another round for himself and the group. You gave a quick glance over your shoulder at him but turned away before he looked back. You thought he hadn't noticed, but he had.

“So whatcha say? One more drink then back to mine?” Robert's words were noticeably more slurred as he reached to drape a hand over your shoulder. You almost choked on a sip of your drink, wondering how the hell he thought that was even an option.

You didn't notice the way Rooster tensed at his words, but Penny did. And suddenly her eyes were on you as she continued to prepare a round of drinks. You took Robert's wrist and gently removed it from your shoulder. He frowned

“No, thank you.” You replied quietly but firmly.

Rooster looked over at you and Robert caught his glance. Suddenly he upped his advances as though he had something to prove.

“Oh, come on darlin'. It'll be fun.” Robert insisted, snaking an arm around your waist, hand settling on your ass as he pulled you closer to him. “You, me, a nice bottle of wine and some expensive silk bed sheets.” You frowned, shaking your head.

Rooster sucked in a sharp breath, leaning one arm on the bar as he turned his full attention to the two of you.

“Alright, Romeo. How about cooling it off a bit, yeah?” You heard Rooster speak, Robert either didn't hear him or deliberately ignored him – you guessed the latter. You once again removed his hands and put some distance between the two of you, shuffling just that little bit closer to Rooster. It was his instinct to close the gap between the two of you, but you didn't have time to notice as Robert took a big chance and leaned forwards, hands reaching to cup your face as his lips puckered for a kiss.

You turned your head away from him quickly, but Rooster was faster. He reached a strong arm over your shoulder and pushed Robert back with ease, steadying your smaller frame before he moved around to stand completely between the two of you. “Hey bud, you got problems with your fucking hearing? She doesn't fucking like that.”

The vicinity surrounding the three of you suddenly went silent and your cheeks flushed red. You turned to see Hangman and the rest of your team with their attention drawn to the commotion. You knew they could close the gap between you and them in an instant if necessary but for now they just observed, ready to back Rooster should he need it.

In front of you, Rooster had his fists clenched at his sides. Robert had stumbled to his feet and Rooster towered over him with anger in his eyes.

“Bradshaw..” you mumbled quietly, “Just leave it, he isn't worth it.”

Rooster turned for a moment ready to reply to you but Robert's drunk slur came first. “Yeah, I ain't scrapping over a prude, man. She's all yours.”

You were ready to give the asshole a well deserved slap to the face, but Rooster beat you to it. His clenched fist reached back and swiped forwards to connect with Robert's jaw. He stumbled and would have fallen had it not been for Hangman and Mav waiting to catch him and escort him to the exit.

Rooster turned to you as chatter started up again and the bar atmosphere returned to how it had been before. “What a fucking tool. Are you alright?”

You were speechless for a moment. You couldn't quite believe he was the one checking on you when he was the one sporting a fresh set of bruised knuckles, but what really got under your skin in the best type of way was the intensity of his gaze as he looked at you, like he was ready to take you into his arms there and then in front of everyone.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered slightly, clearing your throat before replying more clearly, “Yeah, I'm alright. Are you?”

You motioned to Rooster's hand and he brought it up with a proud smirk on his lips. “Oh this? Yeah, never better. That asshole had been asking for this all night.”

“All night?”

“Oh, c'mon Y/N. I could tell from all the way over there that you didn't want his damn hands all over you like that, and he couldn't even figure it out from right next to you.”

“Stalking me, Bradley?” You quipped with a smirk.

“Protecting you.” He corrected without skipping a beat. You expected him to make some sort of joke, or laugh it off, but he remained deadly serious which had your heart thundering against your chest.

“You didn't have to do that.” You told him, no matter how much you appreciated and loved that he did. Your gaze fell to the ground as all of your feelings for him threatened to burst out and create a catastrophic bomb site in the middle of The Hard Deck. An unexpected gentle caress of his hand pulled your attention back to him.

“I didn't have to, I wanted to. No one gets to put hands on you like that. No one except...”

Rooster cut himself off and dropped his hand right as your eyes suddenly hot up to look directly at him. His gaze suddenly faltered like he'd said something wrong, when in reality he had said something incredibly right.

“Your hands only, Bradshaw.” You told him matter-of-factly.

Rooster took your hand in his with a stupid grin on his face, leading the two of you through the growing crowd and out of The Hard Deck, leaving Phoenix and Bob shouting “We fucking told you.” to your team as the Dagger squad watched you leave.

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My Favorite Mistake (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.8K)

Half the reason you’re in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is because you’ve always been bad at choosing men. You expect Rhett Abbott will be no different.

Show Me The Ropes (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1K)

Rhett’s talents with roping and knot tying translate well in the bedroom.

The Trouble With Books (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.2K)

You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.

I’ll Be Your Fantasy (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 2.4K)

Sequel to The Trouble With Books. Rhett helps you play out a new fantasy.

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.5K) Rhett’s a handsy drunk, not that you mind.

Cowboy Trouble (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Rip Wheeler | Explicit l 3K)

When your boyfriend loses a game of poker, Rip Wheeler claims a night with you as the reward. 

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Take The Weight of Me (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 570)

You go to Rhett when you don’t want to think anymore.

I get on my knees, but it ain’t to pray (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 700)

In the darkness behind the bar, you find yourself on your knees, ready to take everything Rhett has to offer.

Learning to Ride (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 300)

Rhett teaches you the proper way to ride a bull (and him).

Oasis (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Gen l 650)

When you reach your limit, Rhett’s there to help.

Need You Now (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 650)

After the rodeo, Rhett shows you how much he wants you.

Take Me to Heaven (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell | Explicit l 700)

If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin.

Take a Breath (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 250)

You and Rhett experiment with breathplay.

Hiraeth (Rhett Abbott x OC | Gen | 400)

A strange hole on the Abbott farm upends Mae Collin’s whole world.

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When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbot becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you.

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After you fall pregnant from a one-night stand with Rhett Abbott, both of your lives change forever.

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All The Right Moves (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Gen l 1.8K)

Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. 

Follow the Leader (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Explicit l 883)

You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

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Eager to Please (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Explicit l 400)

You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request. 

Catch a Fallen Star (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Mature l 350)

Mermaid!reader x Sailor!Bob. He’s the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly.

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Bad Times at the El Royale

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Miles knows it’s wrong to watch you but he just can’t help himself. 

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Miles has done a lot of bad things in his life but saving you isn’t one of them.

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Your life changes the night a mysterious stranger rescues you, but you'll soon learn that salvation comes at a deep cost.

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Sleeping Beauty (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 820)

Sometimes it’s easier for Miles when you’re quiet.

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A chance encounter on the first day of your new job leads to something wonderful and unexpected

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[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings:  jealous!levi, hinting at sex

song: Lay All Your Love On Me // masterlist

“...She had a heart—how shall I say?— too soon made glad, too easily impressed; she liked whate’er she looked on, and her looks went everywhere." -Robert Browning

Levi was never jealous before he met you. 

Sure, he'd had lovers, and with all of them he had asked for exclusivity. Even so, if a soldier got too handsy, or a recruit got wandering eyes, it never meant much to him. It was just a side-effect of having a partner; once a person has a pie, everyone they know wants a piece of it. It was normal, natural. Levi had never seen it as a cause for concern. 

Now though? 

He walked through the barracks snarling every day of his life, wishing every man around him would drop dead for so much as looking at you. He knew they wanted you. He knew they thought, deep in their hearts, about having you. It was enough to drive a man to insanity. 

You, of course, walked around without a thought or care in the world about what anyone else thought, and that just made it worse. How was he supposed to keep you from them if you didn't understand the latent wanting in every blink, the salacious hint in every smile? No, it was up to him to protect you from such things. He would not kill your kind heart and sweet smiles, but he would kill any man who thought they were for him. 

Levi only wished he could bring himself to say something to you about it, to bare his soul, his weakness to you. 

But no— he would not do such a thing. Levi would tell it to you in a way that made words inconsequential to the comprehension of his meaning. Instead of moving mouth and wagging tongue, he would use his body, his hands to tell the tale; if his fingers were paintbrushes, your body would be a canvas fully painted, worshiped with clear artistic intention and gentle devotion. He loved you quietly, passionately, and often, so thorough in his attentions that he often left you gasping, fighting for air and begging for release after such blazing intensity. He loved you, coveted you. He made sure that you knew no other man could ever make you feel the way he made you feel, know you the way he took the time to learn you; he made sure that he was the best for you, because you deserved no less. 

And, at the end of the day, when all the looks were had and the rest of the regiment was fast asleep, you were in his arms, happy and safe and in love with him. Only him. Your eyes, ever faithful, were always his, and your smiles the same. Even from across the room, you somehow made him feel as though he were the only man in the room with a laugh and a wink, and he knew you were his as much as he was yours.

It was a good feeling.

[valhallaas]

Lonely Boy Far From Home

pairing: Bob Floyd x Memphis!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) some fluff (if you squint), oral (female receiving), p in v, creampie (wrap it up pals)

summary: you danced around the idea for weeks, but now it’s down to one night.

a/n: here it is! the anticipated bob floyd fic! This is for you, @glen-powells​ Godspeed because i don’t want it anymore lmao i hope ya’ll enjoy it and let me know what you think! (I know the gif is Rhett and not Bob, but the cowboy hat is important. Go kick rocks)

What was I supposed to do Standin’ there lookin’ at you

The soft smile never leaves your lips as you glide around the reception. Every problem you and Adam, the best man, take in stride. Today wasn’t about you. Looking over from the bar your eyes latch onto the newlyweds. It’s almost sickly sweet how in love they are, but it is beautiful too. Fingering the sage green of your dress, you sit on a stool, waiting to catch the attention of the bartender.

The Rikki Tikki Special. You’re not sure what’s in it, but it gets you tipsy faster than anything from some fancy bar. You’re positive that it has more to do with Rikki being the drink maker—she mixes with her heart. It’s a warm Saturday night. The slight summer breeze swishing the skirt of your dress, keeping it from sticking to you. Everything is going as planned. You are thankful for the break, these heels are killing you. The music changes and you hear a sharp gasp from the head table. Rikki is up out of her seat, pulling her husband, Ben, with her, while her other hand is clutching her drink. She’s always been handsy when she’s drinking. Always wants to cuddle or hold your hand. You didn’t know how Benny dealt with it. Her hips sway wildly, making you giggle, her drink nearly spilling over the rim. If there’s one way to Rikki’s heart, it’s the Spice Girls.

Shaking your head, you turn back to the bar and take a sip from your drink. It’s a special night. It’s the first time you've been back to Tennessee in years. The Navy lets you travel. Even when you are on leave you still never stop moving. California, Hawaii, Montana. Your lips tilt up thinking of your stop there. Why you never pieced together that’s where Lieutenant Robert Floyd was from, you’ll never know. It was a nice surprise to see him, and made you more sure of your lingering feelings after top gun. Even after the death mission you’d all been called back for. Your fingers trail over your lips, barely a taste was all you got when you said goodbye. But you’re home now and you hadn’t realized how much you’ve missed it. You’d stopped by the family farm. Tummy full of your mama’s best meal, and cheeks tender from your papa’s calloused fingers pinching them. The party goes on without you as you sit unnoticed. One drink turns to two, and two drinks turns to three. You are definitely feeling it. Warm and loose. You really want out of this dress, but that involves walking back to the hotel, and you aren’t ready for that yet. Sitting at the bar isn’t so bad. Not for a people watcher like you. It’s easy to spot your aviator friends among the civilians. Something about the way they carry themselves. Makes you wonder if you carry yourself differently too, or if you blend into the crowd.

Just when you have found someone doing the moonwalk across the dance floor, your drink spills onto your bare legs, as someone knocks into your back.

“Jesus, sorry.”

You turn quickly, eyes catching the familiar blue staring back at you. His gaze widening as he takes you in. You bite your lip watching as a deep blush ran up his neck and invaded his cheeks. It's the sweetest thing you have ever seen. But that’s Bob, he’s sweet. He looks good in his tux—an all black three piece suit. It’s the black cowboy hat that sits on top of his head that really gets you going. It’s like he knows; you watch him take it off, running a hand through his hair before settling the hat back on again. He didn’t have his glasses on either, that threw you for a loop, but you weren’t complaining. Out of all the places to find him standing in front of you, Nashville, Tennessee was not on the list.

“Memphis?” by the complete shock on his face, it’s like you were sitting there naked.

“Hey Bobby,” you smile, reaching down with a bunch of napkins to dry off the fruit punch and vodka now trailing down your bare thighs. He watches as you blotch up the drink before setting them on the bar.

“How do you—how are you—”

“I’m best friends with the bride.” you gesture to the bridesmaid dress you were wearing.

He nods. “Uh, cousin of the groom.”

That makes your smile widen. Of course he’s related to Ben. It only made sense. Sweet, gentle, but you could see it. You could see the mean streak hidden underneath a mile away. While Rikki got to play with Ben’s, you wanted your chance with Bob. It was not something you would be dismissing twice. Your head tilts as you watch him. He’s moved in closer to you—you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him. No, that wasn’t true. You had clung to him, tried to press him inside your body so he would never do that to you again. You never wanted to feel the way you did when he and Phoenix went down. The knot that had formed in your chest, Mickey had to help you breathe when it happened, half carrying you to the infirmary just to make sure they were okay.

Shaking your head, your gaze lifts from his mouth to his eyes. They’re intense. Desire and lust swirl in the pretty hues. You try to bite back your smile, looking around you. There has to be a way to escape. Rikki would understand, right? Would the newlyweds even notice if you were gone? Sliding off the stool, your hand reaches out for Bob’s arm, making sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You wait for the world to stop spinning, a bright smile taking up your face when you look up at him.

“All good,” you say to his questioning gaze.

“Are you?”

“Mhm. Need to pee, though.” He nods and points to the bathroom, but the crowd of people around the bar blocks your view. “I don’t see it.”

“C’mon, follow me.” He grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd. When you get to the single-room bathroom with a ladies sign hanging above it, you thank him before pushing open the door. It’s a tiny room with a toilet and a dirty mirror. You look back at him before closing the door. He’s leaning against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. Waiting, as if you’d lose your way back to the bar.

You don’t have to use the restroom. But you needed a breather. Walking over to the sink you gather some water before dabbing at your exposed chest and the back of your neck. It was more than just the summer Tennessee heat making you feel this way. You haven’t felt like this since the last time you were in Bob’s presence. It made you a little unnerved. It’s soothing, washing your hands, getting the sticky aftermath of beer off your hands. You watch the bubbles go down the drain and when you glance up you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. You laugh at the slightly glossy sheen in your eyes. Goddamn Rikki and her stupid drink.

You huff, turning to grab a few paper towels from the dispenser, but the lever doesn’t give anything when you tug. Staring at it blankly, you grumble a few curses before smacking it. If you were wearing jeans you could’ve simply dried them that way, but as you glare down at your dress it just isn’t a possibility.

The call of your name causes you to look at the door. It sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. You frown, as if he can see you standing there glaring at the paper towel dispenser. “You okay in there?”

“No,” you reply flatly.

You give one final glare to the dispenser before unlocking the bathroom door. Bob gives you an amused look before offering you his hand. When his skin touches yours, there’s an audible gasp and you can’t be sure of who it came from. You squeeze your fingers in his grasp, biting into your cheek when he squeezed back. His eyes are already trained on you when your gaze lifts.

Your gaze drifts to his lips for a beat too long before looking back up at his eyes. You’re very aware of how close his body is to yours, the humor dancing in his eyes slowly melting into something darker as he steps into you.

“You’re drunk, Memph,” his voice is low, nearly a whisper. It sets you on fire as his gaze freely devours your body, taking you in from head to toe.

“Not that drunk,” you defend yourself. “Tipsy, perhaps.”

“You’re only looking at me like that because you’ve been drinking.”

Your heart sinks. Did he honestly believe that? He didn’t know how you felt? All your life you’d always been told that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Your heart had been dragged through the mud more times than you could count. You were on the verge of locking it up tight where no one could ever reach it again when you met Bob. Sweet Bobby, who just..knew. He looked at you and saw someone worth looking at. A heart worth holding on to. How the hell did he not know that in the years you’ve known him that you’ve fallen head over heels in love with him?

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” you stumble over your words, but you know he hears you, his lips lifting at your tone.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to touch you.” He steps toward you. What are you supposed to say to that? Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, catching his attention, and you watch how his eyes dilate. “Do you want me to touch you, Memphis?”

You can’t really hear anything over the roar of blood rushing in your ears, and you stop breathing completely when your back hits the wall. Do you want him to touch you? You look up and meet his eyes. They’re trained on you, waiting. He’s not going to make another move until you give him an answer. It’s obvious, at least in your eyes. You’ve never wanted anything more. When your gaze falls to his hands, your mind is made up. His hands are balled up tightly into fists as if he’s refraining from touching you. All you can think about is how they’d feel on you, touching you, all of you.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He takes a step towards you, close enough that his minty breath hits your cheeks as he lowers his head. Your lips are less than an itch apart, his nose bumps yours as he takes you in. His eyes are hooded, almost in a daze, he places both hands on either side of the wall moving his lips toward your ear.

“You’re drunk right now,” he says slowly, deliberately. The feel of his hot breath sends shivers down your spine. “I will not touch you, sweet girl, unless you really want me to.”

Bob pulls back to search my face, looking for hesitance. He won’t find any. There isn’t any. Just desire, and the need for him. You want to pull back to look into his eyes, but you can’t. You can’t tear your gaze away from his lips which are parted, moist and waiting.

“Memph,” he groans. Begging you to confirm that you want this. You aren’t too drunk to make solid decisions. Not when it comes to this—there is no such thing as crossing any lines.

You don’t bother using any words. Pushing up on your toes you crash your lips into his, and you grin when he instantly responds. His arms wrap tightly around you, swiping his tongue across your lips. You open for him only to have him pull away with a groan. He steps back long enough to lock the door before returning to you. This time his hands grab at your thighs, hoisting you up the wall as his champagne tinged tongue rolls against yours.

You moan at the contact, the skirt of your dress now rucked up to your hips. Leaving nothing but thin lace as a barrier against the pants of his suit. When he rolls his hips you can’t stop the breathy whine that escapes, his hands tightening on your thighs at the sound. Bob breaks the kiss and slides his lips across your cheek to the sensitive skin behind your ear near the edge of your jaw. Your vision goes white for a second when he bites down and sucks.

Holy fucking shit.

“Bobby.” Your body is on fire and you can say with complete certainty that it is not the alcohol. You feel his grin as he sucks and licks his way down to your chest. When he reaches the silky green material, his eyes shoot yours.

It only takes a couple of seconds to slip the thin straps down your shoulders. It’s almost comical how his eyes widen at the sight of your chest. Goosebumps travel across your exposed skin as his mouth explores you.

He delves down, taking a nipple between his teeth while he explores the other, tugging it gently as he rolls it between his fingers. The heat pooling between your thighs ignites as a desperate moan slips from your lips. You tug at his suit jacket, and he pulls away just enough to slip the material off, dropping it behind him. Grabbing his face, you bring his lips back to your own, desperate to taste him again. You part your lips for his tongue, basking in the groan that vibrates in the back of his throat as your hands make their way under his buttoned shirt, nails digging into his back. Bringing your hands around to slide across the hard indents of each muscle on his stomach until you stop at the top of his jeans.

He steps away from the wall, letting you slide down until your feet are back on the ground again. Dropping to his knees, Bob hikes the skirt of your dress up further and loops his thumbs around your underwear. his blown out eyes dart up to meet yours, it’s clear he’s waiting for confirmation. The sight of him— flushed, looking up at you with the kind of hungry gaze that you have fantasized about since meeting him—it shoots a bolt of lightning to your core, making your legs shake in anticipation. The pulsing between your thighs is fueled when he licks his lips, causing you to release a shaky breath as you nod.

He pulls at your panties, helping you out of them before he tucks the fabric into his pant pockets. Gripping your hips, his hold tightens as he slowly takes you in. When his hand trails down your thigh to your knee, he lifts your leg and positions it over his shoulder, pulling you closer. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the cold tiled wall, trying to just enjoy every moment as it comes. You’ve wanted this. God, you want him. There’s a curious part of you, the part that's panting at the sight of Robert Floyd on his knees in front of you, that’s telling you to just sit back and enjoy this.

His hat is knocked off his head so you can thread your fingers through his hair as he bites down on your inner thigh, just inches away from where you want him most, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine as he sucks hard enough to leave a bruise. When he pulls back, he flicks his tongue across the tender skin, but based on the breathy moans slipping from your lips, he knows that you’re desperate for him.

A strangled moan sounds in the back of your throat, and his lips quirk in a small grin as if he knows that you’re practically begging, and when he lifts your thigh a little higher, exposing even more of you to him, his eyes darken.

He lowers his head again, but this time it doesn’t meet your thigh, and when his tongue drags across your center in a long, languid motion, a gasp is pulled from you as every nerve in your body nearly short circuits. He pulls away and licks his lips, already glossy from the contact, and when his gaze flicks back up to yours, you know you’re fucked. His cheek twitches before he dips his head back down, and your hips begin to move with his tongue. When your fingers grip his hair harder, begging for more pressure as the muscles in your legs tighten, the band in your stomach coiling, he chuckles, and the vibration almost makes your knees give out.

Tightening his hold on you, his tongue moves faster, rougher, and your head falls back against the wall as your legs start to shake. He slips two fingers into you, curling them up and hitting a spot that you weren’t sure had ever been reached before, and when he reconnects his lips to yours, your whole body tenses. Your breathing is fast and uneven, and each breath turns into a small moan as he focuses on your swollen clit, licking hard enough to make your entire body go numb as goosebumps break out, spreading like wildfire across your skin.

His tongue slows into a lazy rhythm, a teasing rhythm, and your mouth falls open in a soft gasp as your hips rock forward, pleading with him to keep going. His tongue slows even more, and you don't have to look down to know he's smirking between your thighs.

Your entire body is on fire, electrocuting, searing every nerve.

"Please." You gasp, moving your hips a little more, desperate for contact. You don’t belong to yourself. Not anymore, and if you weren't so desperate, you might have the sense to be embarrassed as you beg him. "Please, god, don't stop."

He pulls back a little more until you can feel his breath on the inside of your thigh.

"Say my name, Memph. I want to feel you come on my tongue while I'm on yours." Your breath catches in your throat at his demand. "Say my goddamn name."

He didn’t have to ask, practically beg. If you had it your way it’d always be his name. A breath of his name—a plea to touch you, to bring you back to that paradise on his tongue, to never stop.

"Please, Bobby."

He grabs your thighs tight, nearly lifting you from the bathroom floor as he pulls you closer, and the echoes of your breathy whimpers move around you as his tongue finds you again, rougher than before. The pressure in the pit of your stomach builds quickly, and suddenly you can't breathe as you bite down to keep the loud moan that's on the tip of your tongue from echoing past the bathroom door.

It happens all at once—every muscle in your body tenses until the pressure in your stomach snaps. A million tiny nerves of rolling pleasure, flooding every inch of your body, blinding you.

You can feel yourself pulse around his fingers as every part of you seems to throb in time with his expert tongue. Breathy whimpers slip through your lips, each one a desperate moan of his name, as every nerve in your body comes alive in a mind-numbing aftershock.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

Your eyes stay closed as you heave in desperate breaths, savoring the peaceful warmth currently flooding through your muscles. Bob slowly pulls away, and you are very aware of the fact that he's fully supporting your weight since your legs gave out a few minutes ago. Looking down at him, still kneeling in front of you, your chest tightens at the sight. This wouldn’t be enough. There had to be more than this.

You want him.

"Fuck, Memphis," He groans, and the rough vibration sparks another flame that heats your entire body like a white-hot electrical shock straight down your spine. Sliding his two glossy fingers into his mouth, his hands move to lift your dress completely off you as you unbutton his pants and tug them down. The large bulge tenting his tight boxers quickens your pulse as you reach to pull them off, but before you can tug them down his hips, the knock that echoes through the bathroom makes you jump.

You look up at him with wide eyes, your slick all over his face. You grin before pulling him into a heated kiss. You catch the dazed look in his eyes when you break away from him.

“Your place or mine?”

**

Maybe it was you, maybe it was me But it sure felt right

You’re not sure how exactly you got back to your hotel. Bob had snagged keys off someone promising the safe return of their car tomorrow. Rikki had seen you exit the bathroom. The shit eating grin that painted her face told you she knew what you’d been up to. If you had to guess, she’s probably the one who banged on the door. Fucking cockblock.

All is well now, though. Your left hand is held tightly in Bob’s as you wait for the elevator. His other hand holds your heels for you and you want to leave red lipstick marks all over his face. Glancing down when he feels you staring, he gives you a bashful smile. Your eyebrow quirks. He can’t be coy, not when he just had his head buried in your pussy. You won’t tease him, not right now. So you simply rest your head on his shoulder.

“You looked real pretty tonight,” he says softly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t look pretty now?” You counter.

“I—of course you do. More fucked out than anything, I think.”

“Could always be better.”

The elevator dings, the doors opening up to let you in. Bob moves you so your back is to the wall. A small smirk takes over your lips when you realize all four walls of the elevator are mirrors. You see everything from every angle. Like how the man beside you is staring down at your chest. A giggle bursts out, his eyes snapping to yours.

His mouth on yours shuts you up real quick. Just like in the bathroom your back hits the wall behind you. You gasp for air when he pulls away, your body lurching against his when he slams his hand down against the stop button, the elevator freezing in place. His eyes are dark when he meets yours. You want to smile. You had pulled at something with your comment, and his mean streak is coming out to play.

“Can’t wait, sweet girl, can’t fucking wait.” His voice is thick with want.

You’re shoved backwards, shoulders slamming against the wall causing you to hiss. Fingers trail up your thighs before digging into the muscle, fingers splayed across your skin before he lifts you up off your feet. Instantly, your legs are wrapping around his waist, the skirt of your dress bunched up at your hips. Deft fingers hastily undoing his pants. No clumsiness, you aren’t unsure, there is no hesitance. It’s in that moment that you look up over his shoulder, glazed over eyes meeting him in the mirror. He looks like the goddamn devil. He wants to tear you apart from the inside out.

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor pulls you back in. Glancing down, your teeth dig into your lip at the sight of him. He’s hot, a pulsing red as he sits heavy between you. He lifts your face so he can meet your eye. You give a single nod before he’s pushing into you. You glance down again, heat hitting your cheeks when you remember he’s been carrying your underwear around in his pocket. Made for easy access. There is nothing small about Bob. He’s big, and thick, and he has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, you breathe in nice and slow, using his shoulders to lift yourself up before resting back down, swallowing him as you do.

“Oh my god,” You moan as his hips roll into yours, you have given him all the permission he needs. He told you he couldn’t wait, so he’s taking it, demanding it–needing it the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Bobby,” you whine, forehead nestling in against his neck and shoulder.

Bob nods. This was a long time coming. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. He groans when your teeth dig into his shoulder right where it meets his neck. His thrusts are slow and deep, building a fire inside of you. Your head falls back against the wall, eyes opening to watch. You grin lazily when you see him watching you. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself move with him. It had never been like this with anyone else. Easy, full of complete desire and lust, not just a means to an end. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“There you are, my sweet girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you take what he gives you. His hand slides up your front, warm fingers wrapping gingerly around your throat. Your breath catches as he muffles out a curse, his other hand lifts one of your legs higher on his hip so he can reach a deeper angle. His pace quickens, his thrusts are harsher. You’re loving every minute of it. Flexing your cunt, your lower muscles bear down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Bobby, I—”

“What do you need, Memph?”

“Bobby,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I can’t—I need you—.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “I’ve got you, ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. There’s alcohol still in your system. While you’re not drunk, or even slightly tipsy, it’s there to remind you. You moan, he’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you up completely, cock dragging against your walls. You love every minute of it.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You lean back against the wall, boneless. You’re lost in the feel of the pleasure, your gaze watching as he pounds into you. His grip is tight, and a little desperate. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. Steady pants and grunts are heavy in your ear. You’re surprised you haven’t fogged up the glass. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him shift his weight, delivering a sharper thrust that nearly has you sliding up the wall. He mumbles apology but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“Are you going to come for me again?” he asks, practically coos into your ear. “You look so pretty when you do, Memphis.”

You can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. You ask for it, you know you did with your little comment earlier. But you don’t regret it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless—he’s sending you cloud nine and you aren’t ever coming back down. .

It’s like a volcano, jolting you, overflowing and hot. A scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Bob is right there. He holds you into place, lips kissing your cheeks. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls into you, keeping you pinned between him and the wall as he gasps for air.  

“Holy shit,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You were drunk off of him. There isn’t anyway, ain’t no how he was getting rid of you now. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you. You give him a soft smile, a hand pushing his hair back.

“Bob, where are your glasses?”

He shrugs. “In my suitcase. I, uh, didn’t want to wear them.”

You raise a brow. “Why?”

“There was a pretty girl I was trying to impress tonight.”

Bob sets you on your feet as that comment settles over you. You don’t stay standing, though, you sink to your bottom, head tilting up to look at him. Holy fuck. Bumping into you at the bar. The look Rikki gave you. You giggle before smacking a hand over your mouth. It’s really not that funny. Fucking Bob got you. He owned you.

You look back up at him, with a shake of your head. “Welcome to Tennessee, Bobby.”

[writingkitten]

Filthiest Molina characters? The ones who would just absolutely destroy u in bed

OH HELL YEAH MORE LISTS

Note: all of this is consensual and involves Risk Aware Consensual Kink (RACK), none of this is meant to be abusive or anything also ALWAYS PRACTICE AFTERCARE THESE SLUTS DO IT AND YOU SHOULD TOO

Ricardo: this is a huge “duh” but BRO. BRO. BRO HE GOES SO HARD BRO. Like fuuuuuuck okay he’s such a sweetheart but he’s gonna grab a fistful of your hair and make you choke on his cock, he LOVES spitting in your mouth because it’s like another way of claiming you, he makes you taste yourself after he makes you come on his fingers (and cock) fuck yeah Ricky is nasty in the best way possible

Robert: ok this guy is like super SUPER into dirty talk he won’t shut the fuck up when he’s fucking you, and he’ll make you say stuff, too, like “say it, babygirl, tell daddy how wet he makes your sweet little pussy” and if you don’t say it EXACTLY like that he edges you until you correct the mistake. When he’s in a bad mood, he can be a very mocking daddy (not being serious, though, and not taking it too far)

Doc Ock: Otto would’ve wrecked you in bed with sensuality, but Doc? Holy fuck he’s rabid. Like foaming at the mouth, no color in his eyes, choking you while he basically chews your neck, leaving dark bruises that will be there for days… and if he wants to go for round two, he’s going to shove his fingers inside your cum-filled pussy and make you clean them until you’re empty again so oops oh no he’s gotta fill you AGAIN

Hank: so this man has been popping up in my head while I’ve been writing the others because he’s just one of those guys who’s into making so much of a mess that you both HAVE to get a shower afterwards, probably does a lot of foreplay that’s like him watching tv while using you as a footstool or making you cockwarm him, loves to degrade you

Harding: the good doctor is obviously (at least a bit of) a sadist. Only for pleasure purposes, of course, never going past your limit, but oh boy he’s elegant with his destruction of you, playing more psychological games than usual if he really wants you to fall apart

Maxim: very similar to Harding, maybe less “sterile” (if that makes sense? like Harding has a sterile filth to him, while Maxim has more of a comfortable filth? I’m high idk if this makes sense) uses magic sex stuff on you, literally anything @chrism02 writes with him is canon

Chandler: BRO IS LITERALLY A LYCAN LIKE HE THE WEREWOLF BOYFRIEND YOU’VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF YOU’RE GONNA NEED TO CHANGE THE SHEETS

Manuel: I think it can get messy because he loves to use religion in his sessions and so that can involve ritualistic acts that then involve stuff like wine and wax and sweat and blood and cum, also has a wicked tongue when it comes to dirty talk because he’s all religious about it (hierophilia kink go brrrrrrrr)

Big Boss: oh friendo I know you’re reading this so I’ll go in special for Jed (his unofficial canon name). Jed is super handsy and grabby, and just wants you at any given moment. Friendo and I have an HC that he owns a ranch with a bunch of animals so like if you’re in the barn he’s gonna want to roll in the hay if ya know what I mean and you both will get covered in dirt, also filthy in his seduction (like, oh idk, eating a peach with juice running down his chin)

There are other molina boys that I think can be filthy, but these guys are the ones that are most commonly ✨gross✨

[violetbranwen]

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Day 27 “Costumes”

Costumes - What would our Pedrokémons dress up as for Halloween? More below the cut!

Jackson era!Joel Miller – Where were you on outbreak day?

Joel is Gomez Addams with Reader being Morticia. 

“I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.” Joel says as he murmurs against your lips (he’s drunk and handsy)

*Ellie – dressed as Pigsley Addams – aggressively gagging in the next frame*

DBF!Joel - Breaking the Rules

Joel is Dread Pirate Roberts, reader is Princess Buttercup. 

“As you wish.” He purrs before crashing his lips against yours. 

*Sarah rolling her eyes as Tommy tries to pick women up (Literally boasting his strength) as Conan the Barbarian in the background* 

Javier Peña – Framing Escobar

Javier is Bo “The Bandit” Darville – Reader is Carrie “Frog”

“This is a little ironic, you see that right?” 

“Shut up, you love it.” 

Javier Peña – A feeling that never came

Javier is Dr Grant and Reader is Ellie Satler. 

“They do move in herds” Reader remarks about the college students on a bar crawl. 

“You’re so fucking lame.” Javi says as he smiles at you with pure adoration. 

Dave York – The Princess and The Duke

Dave is Han and Reader(Luna) is Leia [Think that scene after Hoth where they kiss on the Falcon], with the girls who are Snow White and Rapunzel – Carol is working late, and the girls are delighted to go trick or treating with Dave and Luna.

Francisco Morales (SNAFU)

Frankie is Rambo – reader is Lara Croft. They playfully butt heads all night. 

Francisco Morales (Vampire!Frankie)

Francisco “Dracula” Morales and his Bride, which they both get a silly kick out of, especially when Frankie bites her in front of the TF boys as a bit. There’s shock, awe, and laughter as it’s played off as a prank. But the thrumming in reader’s veins tells another story. 

Javi G

Paddington Bear, Reader is an orange. It’s silly and fun and they dance the night away, sharing soft touches and giddy smiles.  Next year: Reader dresses as John Travolta’s character (Sean Archer) in Face Off, Javi is Yuri Orlov from Lord of War.  Another year: Reader is John Patrick Mason and Javi is Stanley Goodspeed (The Rock) 

Dieter Bravo – Rendezvous in Reno

Costumes? Who needs costumes? Dieter spends Halloween with you in bed, naked, eating KitKats and smoking joints while watching old horror movies. 

Max Phillips

Whatever he can pull off if it means he can just wear a suit and tie. Likely Hitman Agent 47. Reader as Sookie Stackhouse, of course.

Oberyn Martell – The Fox and The Viper.

Himself, he gets lots of compliments as he wears his silk robe as “That hot guy from the fantasy series”. Reader is dressed as “The nasty incest bitch, but in a hot way.” 

[tesalicious2]

Actor AU Headcanons:

This may be common, but Eri’s actor that’s actually Chisaki’s daughter is the cutest thing

Chisaki is a big name in acting, think Robert Downey Junior, really big and the director kept it from the cast bc they wanted to surprise them, all of the eight precepts are

Compared to the young and newer actors

All of the Eight Precepts are big names

Everyone was gathered together to welcome the new villains and everyone freaked when they saw them. Chisaki was holding Eri who was waving

Eri ran out and Kurono was chasing her. Chisaki and the rest followed out and Chisaki smiled and picked her up

Chisaki isn’t mean at all but kinda reserved

He’ll help anyone who comes to his trailer for advice, though it’s more like Chisaki Kurono and Eri’s trailer

Kurono and Chisaki are married and Eri is adopted

Irinaka got a long really well with Toga and Twice’s actor, as well as Dabi

Dabi and Hawks get along really well off set and love the Dabihawks ship, mostly because they are dating in real life

There are actually a few couples on set, Aizawa and Present Mic, Kirishima and Bakugou, Mt Lady and Kamui Woods

Shigaraki and Chisaki had fun filming the arm removal scene, during the first take Eri ran up and hit Shigaraki

Kurono pulled her off and had to explain what was going on

Chisaki had to do a voice over of the scream because Eri was upset

Katsukame isn’t really that handsy with people and did by Ryukyu Asui Uraraka and Neijire Cupcakes afterwards

[ryebecca]

the cooling twilight (ft. robert ‘bob’ floyd)

POV: New York City, 1929. It’s your 23th birthday and you’re hankering for a night on the town to celebrate, but your daddy - a man of morals and propriety - has no interest in his daughter being one of those “liberated women.” He also happens to be the chief of police, notable for cracking down on illegal speakeasies. As for you? You’ve always been known as the goody-two-shoes to your friends and family and you’ve lived a fairly predictable life - you’ve always done what you were told, you’ve never left your idyllic bubble, and it’s about time you had some adventure! Which is how you find yourself sneaking out of your house at nightfall to meet up with your friends at The Dagger Room, one of the swankiest juice joints on the Lower East Side. It’s everything your father opposes and has everything that your little suburban neighborhood doesn’t - excitement, adventure, and him.

Bobby Floyd, a World War I Navy vet, is the enforcer at his pal Jake Seresin’s speakeasy, The Dagger Room. Someone getting too handsy with one of the performers? Bobby’s got it (especially if it’s Jake’s gal, a regular singer at the Room). A customer tries to walk out without paying his bill? Bobby will take care of it. Bobby thought he knew just about everyone worth knowing in the city, so when the prettiest dame (with the most gorgeous gams, he must add) walks into his gin mill he’s absolutely floored. And when he finds out that the gal he kissed that night is the daughter of the city’s top copper, what does that mean for his heart?

Thanks to @bradshawsbaby​ for the idea of a “sequel” to this board (one of my favorites, by the way!) - and for some of the included photos! Want some mood music? This is a great choice - and quite appropriate if you ask me!

[thestressedsimmer]

Of course, the Queen's family was invited to the baptism. Robert was excited to see his future wife - not surprised to find her hiding from the mingling. It's not that she's shy, it's just that she dreads talking about boring things like the rest of the ladies.

"My lady?" He called to her, joining her in the corner by the church doors. As safely away from prying eyes as you could get during a large event like this.

"Oh. Your Highness." Elizabeth said with a smile. In letters, they have taken to calling each other simply Elizabeth and Robert, but that certainly wasn't proper.

He was a prince and she was a lady.

"What did you think of the baptism?" He asked, as casually as possible. She made him nervous. He didn't know why - they were to be wed....

"It was a beautiful ceremony."

"Oh? You believe so? I am glad." He stepped forward, a smile on his face.

"Yes. Of course, I would much prefer you and I to be walking through the forest... But the baby does not deserve for his aunt and uncle to ignore him on his special day."

"Oh, aunt and uncle, is it?"

"Yes. We are to be wed, are we not?"

In the heat of the moment, Robert found himself pinning his betrothed against the wall. Their lips were so close.....

He could kiss her. He should kiss her ---

Little did they know that while they were getting closer to each other, Robert's mother was walking by. It was not smart of them to be so handsy in public, at a church, while they were unmarried.

"What in the Watcher's name are you doing?!" She hissed, just as their lips were about to touch.

Both of them jumped, pulling away from each other. Robert started stammering in an attempt to explain and Elizabeth quickly curtsied, her face a bright red from embarrassment.

"I do not want to hear it, Robert!" She snapped. "I understand that you two are to be wed. I also understand that you two have been waiting for a long time for us all to be prepared for your wedding. However, to do this? At the Watcher's house? At John's Christening?!"

Her voice was not loud, of course she didn't want to draw more attention, but full of venom and anger. She taught her children the importance of pleasing the Watcher and here he is, thinking with... the wrong part of him.

"Both of you had best walk right inside of that church, confess, and then ask what you can do to do penance! Now!"

[luminouslywriting]

Hope you’re doing okay lovely and taking time to relax yourself! I have another Rosie request, what is he like with a drunk oc? She doesn’t normally drink and allowed him to buy her a drink/drinks and she’s gone for before either of them even notice. Leaving Rosie with a very tipsy very touchy very giggly girl

Hi Nonny! This was such a cute request and I just had so much fun doing this! I'm just about caught up with requests so keep sending them in! And please note that I've opened my requests to Band of Brothers asks as well :)

More below the cut, cut for length:

-Robert Rosenthal can handle his drinks.....he doesn't usually get very drunk, but on the rare occasion that he has, you've been there to take care of him

-So it comes as a surprise to him when you're out for a friend's birthday and you want to get a few drinks

-Naturally, being the caretaker figure and the protective person that he is, he stays sober and wants to make sure that you're going to handle yourself just fine

-What he's not prepared for is the way that you're utterly tipsy by the time you're two shot glasses in

-Suddenly you're very clingy, you're singing songs like you're Bucky Egan, and you're telling Rosie very sweetly that he reminds you of your boyfriend Robby and then you're getting emotional about how much you love him

-He's positively beaming and endeared by all of this to the point that he thinks you're adorable

-So when he finally gets enough of your focus and attention to help you recognize him, he's the sweetest gentle giant as he helps you walk to the car

-And when you tell him that your arms aren't working, he has to suppress a laugh as he puts your seatbelt on for you and then drives you home

-You're practically falling down as he helps you into the house or the apartment, but you're mumbling about how much you want to be taken biblically by him

-And I'm gonna be totally honest, he's very flattered, very amused, and absolutely not going to tell you any of what you said in the morning because he knows that you will be mortified

-This man is R E S P E C T F U L

-So even though you're getting a little handsy or attempting to kiss him, he's not entertaining the thought or gestures

-And yes, he feels bad when you cry about it—but he doesn't want to take advantage of the situation or of you in any way, shape, or form

-So he's helping you into your pajamas while you are still crying—only because you said that you couldn't do it yourself haha

-And then he's cuddling with you and reassuring you that he loves you so much and that you'll feel much better in the morning

-He's great with hangovers and isn't one to coddle you, but he absolutely is the sweetest about things

-And yes, he might tease you a little bit with what you said while you were drunk

-But otherwise, it's a really wholesome experience and one that he looks back on fondly

[writingsofwesteros]

Robert making Robyn dress in Baratheon colours

Robert being handsy with Robyn in front of the court

Robert making Robyn sit on his lap during feasts

All of this !!

For the first times she's shy and a blushing maid as his larger hands grope her without shame.

[enchantedfanfictions]

Jealous Remus

Ever since the school year had ended, Sirius had camped out at the Potter's house, never leaving the room they had given him. He had not uttered more than two words to anyone since the fight with Remus. In fact, he had gotten so bad that he barely got up for breakfast. Whenever James caught a glimpse of him, all he could see was a hollow shell of his best friend. They had had Lily, Peter, and Marlene over to try and cheer him up, but they had just made it worse.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Sirius stared at the photo on his bedside cabinet. It had been taken the start of sixth year, just under a year ago. It was of him, and Remus curled up near the fireplace, Remus reading and Sirius sleeping. All he wished was to go back to the moment that had changed everything.

-Earlier that year-

"Come on Pads. You're joking right?" James asked, walking out of Slughorn's classroom with Sirius.

"No. He was passing me notes all the way through." Sirius grimaced. “Some of them were really graphic though." In the potions lesson, he had been paired with one of the slimiest people in Hogwarts, except for Snape. Robert Gradinson was a year older than Sirius and had been trying to get with him since he had seen Sirius in Potions class. It started off with small compliments which Sirius passed as being friendly. Until the day he had started to get handsy. It had gotten to the point where Sirius would receive crude and horrible notes that made him, and anyone who read them, uncomfortable. 

"He does realise you are with Remus, right? The sassiest Gryffindor ever?" Sirius nodded, sighing. Suddenly, he was pulled into a broom closet and someone’s lips were on his. He tried to resist them and push them off, but they just forced him up against the  shelves. Then there was a bright light and an audible gasp. With Robert being distracted, Sirius managed to push him off, just in time to receive a slap to the face.  To his horror, he realised the person who saved him was none other than his boyfriend, and he did not look pleased. 

"Remus...I can explain..." Remus stormed away, tears threatening to fall. Sirius chased after him, calling his name. His boyfriend didn't respond until they had reached the common room where people scurried out after seeing Remus' face. 

"Please Re, let me explain..."

"Explain what, Sirius? The fact that I found you making out with Robert Gradinson?" Remus yelled, turning around to see Sirius. Being the night before the full moon, he had more anger than he would have.

"I did not make out with him! He's been harassing me in class and forced himself on me."  Sirius pleaded.

"Like I'm going to believe that." Remus scoffed. "I never expected you to be the cause of us breaking up. Go live with your brother. I never want to see you again."

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Sirius laid down on the bed crying softly. He missed Remus so much, even though he was still mad at him. There was a quiet knock on the door, and it opened slowly. Sirius threw his arm over his face and sighed. "James, I am really not in the mood."

"It's not James." He knew that voice, he could tell who it was from a mile away.

"Why are you here Re?" He asked, turning onto his side so his back was facing Remus.

"James told me that you had not been eating or talking. He thought I could help."

"What? By making me feel even worse? That's a great idea."

"Come on Pads." Remus sighed. "I can't talk to you if you won't even look at me." Sirius did not move an inch.

"Fine. I'll move then." Remus slowly made his way to the other end of the bed and sat on it. He sat there in silence, unsure of how to start the conversation.

"I thought you never wanted to see me again."

"I was mad Pads. Can you blame me? I'd just walked in on my boyfriend kissing someone else. What was I meant to do?"

"I don't know maybe hear me out?" Remus dropped his head to the wall. Sirius was right, he should have heard him out before jumping to conclusions.

"I missed you." It was barely audible, but it was there. The three words Sirius least expected to come out of Remus' mouth. He looked up at him and smiled for the first time in months.

"I missed you too."