#Beate A. Fischer

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Auf Rehe jagen mit Herz und Verstand: Erfolgreiche Rehwildjagd dank wildbiologischem Know-How

Buchvorstellung von Beate A. Fischer Jagdkompetenz durch wildbiologisches Know-how verspricht das neue Buch des promovierten Wildbiologen Konstantin Börner. Nach dem Buch Fuchsjagd  – seinem Promotionsthema ist dies die zweite Veröffentlichung des Autors. Die jagdarme Zeit bietet die Möglichkeit für etwas wildbiologische Fortbildung, so dass ich mich des Werkes annahm. Ich jage sehr gerne auf…

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The Metro #743

This week on The Metro, Rev. Jeff Ivins brings you the following bands for you weekly time warp back to the 1980s: Tears For Fears, Maria McKee, INXS, Fischer-Z, Til Tuesday, Wham!, Fiction Factory, Mr. Mister, Kim Carnes, Ultravox, Bronski Beat, Robert Palmer, Big Audio Dynamite, and finishing off with the Pet Shop Boys. Stream The Metro #743. Download The Metro #743.

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"Schön deutsch" von Stefanie von Wietersheim und Dirk Kaesler - Hörbahn on Stage

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] “Schön deutsch” von Stefanie von Wietersheim und Dirk Kaesler – Hörbahn on Stage (Was ist deutsch?) Stefanie von Wieterheim und Dirk Kaesler lesen aus “Schön deutsch” (Hördauer ca. 21 min) https://literaturradiohoerbahn.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/04/HoS-Kaesler-v-Wietersheim-Schoen-Deutsch-Lesung-upload.mp3 Gespräch zwischen Stefanie von Wieterheim, Dirk…

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Fuck...ing mommy

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X Stepmom!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Mhmmm.” He hummed softly.

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[slut4thebroken]

Glory hole hcs

Idk don’t ask lmao. I just randomly got an idea

(Jackson Rippner, Jonathan Crane, Lenny Miller, Neil Lewis, Raymond Leon, Robert Capa, Robert Fischer, Tommy Shelby)

TW: Misogyny. Lots of it lol

Jackson Rippner - Between jobs, when he doesn’t have the time or energy to seduce a woman and take her home or hire a hooker, he’d just go to a glory hole instead. Sometimes all he wants is just a tight, warm cunt to fuck away all his stress with. He’d be really agressive about it too, knowing she pretty much has no choice but to take it. If he’s fucking a particularly good cunt, sometimes he’ll imagine waiting outside for her to leave, then dragging her into an alley or his car to fuck her again— for free this time. Those thoughts always had him coming just a little too fast though.

Jonathan Crane - With his antisocial and narcissistic personality, he doesn’t get very many bitches lmao. He also thinks that hookers are just a little too intimidating for his liking. But glory holes are easy— familiar. It’s like fucking a fleshlight, but warm and sometimes able to squeeze his cock tight enough to almost force him out. Plus it’s easier to let out stress by pounding something with half of his body, rather than using his hand, no matter how hard or fast he strokes it. It’s just different.

Lenny Miller - Honestly he probably went to one looking into a lead for a case and couldn’t stop thinking about it until eventually he decided to go back, not on the clock this time. He understands the appeal almost instantly, but… he prefers being able to play with a pair of tits, leave marks all over out of unwarranted possession, and see the look on her face when she falls apart on his cock. He likes having power over a person rather than a hole.

Neil Lewis - Neil would go simply because he’s never seen anything like that in real life, only in porn. He’d get there and feel like his heart was about to beat out of his chest, but he’d go in anyway. Honestly, he’d probably come in like… less than five minutes. But these kinds of things are a little expensive so he’d endure the overstimulation just to get his moneys worth. But he probably gets bored of it pretty quickly because it’s basically just how he gets off at home, only he’s not even watching porn, he’s just fucking something.

Raymond Leon - He doesn’t have time for relationships and for some reason he thinks he’s above hookers. So during a particulary stressful case, he’ll blow off steam by fucking a cunt. It’s quick and easy which is why he likes it so much. Another thing he likes about it is the fact that it’s emotionless. Not that hookers aren’t, but technically lust is an emotion. He doesn’t have to feel anything or show any emotions (even just lust) when he gets off like this, all he has to focus on is coming.

Robert Capa - He gives off the vibe of either being very very single, or in a long term, loving, committed relationship. When he’s single though, he’s awkward, doesn’t really like most people, thinks he’s above them. That kind of attitude makes it pretty hard to get hoes lolll. And he seems like the type where any sex is intimate and vulnerable to him, even with a hooker. The act in and of itself is what’s intimate and that makes it harder for him to just fuck anyone since he doesn’t like showing any vulnerability at all. But at least if he goes to a glory hole, he’s not fucking a woman, he’s fucking a cunt.

Robert Fischer - Being next in line to inherit a billion dollar company, people know who he is. Obviously not everyone, but enough. Which is why he likes glory holes. He gets to fuck something and not have to worry about his reputation potentially going to shit by hiring the wrong hooker. When he gets the opportunity, he’ll fuck one of the many girls who throw themselves at him. But if he’s worked up and overwhelmed or too tired to give a shit about making a girl come, he finds his way back to glory holes.

Thomas Shelby - He probably has a specific one he goes to every time. And in that one, he fucks one girl (his favorite) every time. He doesn’t go often because he has enough cunts throwing themselves at him daily, but when he wants a cunt who’s almost too tight and doesn’t moan in an exaggerated way that borders on annoying, that’s when he’ll go to a glory hole. Even though she’s just a sleeve for his cock, he likes teasing her, edging both of them together just to torture her a little bit and drag it out for himself.

[darlingsfandom]

Heyyyy! I have got idea about Robert Fischer and his younger coquette gf. tysm

It wasn’t unusual that you hung out at Robert’s office, it was your second home since he was there enough. Everyone knew who you were and didn’t dare say a word at least not to Robert because most of them enjoyed working for him.

You were wondering around the office in your new white and lace covered sundress nodding your head to the song stuck in your head. A few people waved at you and you waved back before making your way into Robert’s office. He was scribbling away at some papers when you placed your hands on the edge of his desk. He recognized the baby pink nails tapping at the wood and smiled.

“Good afternoon baby, are you having a good day?” He asked watching you walk around the desk. You pointed to his lap to which he nodded and you positioned yourself on his lap.

“It’s better now.” Your lips pressed into his cheek leaving a faint lipstick stain.

“Better now that I’m with you?” He placed his hand on your back and rubbed it slowly before he pushed his chair back into the desk so he could get back to his work.

“I’m always better when I have you.” A soft comfortable sigh left your lips before you put your head on his shoulder. Robert got a whiff off your strawberry shampoo when he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“My sweet girl, oh how I love you.” He kissed your cheek before placing his lips gently on yours. A smile was shared between the two of you when he pulled away. His eyes scanned over you taking in how breath taking you looked especially with the glow of the sun peaking through the windows basking you! His heart skipped a beat! He never understood how a grump like him got a basket full of sunshine like you. Robert gave you another kiss before turning back to the papers calling his name.

Your head stayed on his shoulder as he wrote out some notes. You wrapped an arm lazily around his waist while his arm rubbed yours. The two of you sat silently in his office. The sounds of people out in the hall could be heard clear as day which was the background noise you needed. Robert knew you didn’t like quiet, so he always made sure people were walking around and he had a small fan in the corner always going as well. It wasn’t just his office anymore , it was yours as well! Nothing was just his he shared with you because you were his.

[mariacallous]

Republicans on Monday conceded defeat in their push to change how the state of Nebraska counts its electoral votes as a way to help Donald Trump beat Kamala Harris in November.

“Our governor had considered a special session of the legislature in order to make that change, but the votes aren’t there to do it,” U.S. Sen. Deb Fischer (R-Neb.) told reporters on Monday after a key Republican in the Nebraska Legislature announced his opposition.

“It’s over,” she said.

Trump and Republican members of Congress last week urged Nebraska Republicans to change their electoral rules just weeks before the November presidential election so that the state’s five electoral votes would likely all go to Trump instead of allowing one to go to the Democratic candidate based on how Nebraskans vote. Nebraska and Maine are the only states that don’t follow a winner-take-all formula.

Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.), a top Trump ally on Capitol Hill, even traveled to Nebraska to urge lawmakers to support the change, but the effort appeared to stall out after state Sen. Mike McDonnell (R) balked, denying proponents a filibuster-proof majority in the legislature.

“I have taken time to listen carefully to Nebraskans and national leaders on both sides of the issue,” McDonnell said in a statement on Monday. “After deep consideration, it is clear to me that right now, 43 days from Election Day, is not the moment to make this change.”

The state’s 2nd Congressional District, including Omaha and its suburbs, has swung toward Democrats since Trump was elected in 2016. In 2020, President Joe Biden won the district and its one electoral vote by 6.5 percentage points. Recent polling of the district shows the Democratic nominee, Vice President Harris, with a similar lead over Trump.

Changing the way Nebraska awards electoral votes could potentially have a major effect on the presidential race. If Trump receives an additional electoral vote, as he likely would in a winner-take-all allocation, Harris would need to sweep in the Rust Belt states (Michigan, Wisconsin and Pennsylvania) as well as carry an additional Sun Belt state (Arizona, Georgia, Nevada or North Carolina) to avoid a tied election.

Sen. Pete Ricketts (R-Neb.) called the lack of support for the voting change “disappointing.”

“I’ll have to talk to the senator to see if he can change his mind, but until he does we don’t have the votes,” he added on Monday.

[krautjunker]

Burgund: Faisan au vin rouge

Rezeptvorstellung von Beate A. Fischer Ich jage in einem reinen Niederwildrevier und bis vor ein paar Jahren war der Fasan eine recht rare Beute auf der Jagdstrecke. Manchmal fiel einer auf den Maisjagden im Oktober und November, aber das war auch eher sehr selten. Inzwischen hat sich das Blatt gewendet, es sind überall in den Revieren reichlich Fasan – Hähne und Hennen – das ganze Jahr über zu…

[loveerran]

I was recently reading through The Melchezidek Priesthood, a book given to me as a gift by Elder and Sister Renlund via my friend @nerdygaymormon.

On pages 1-2 I found a quote about learning and progression in the form of a metaphor. The book imagines someone being given a piano that is “restricted to only some keys, such as the middle register” and learning to play when “initially, the music is simplistic and occasionally cacophonic”. This idea struck me as I thought about how my life and discipleship can be likened to that analogy, and I wanted to share the imagery that came to my mind as I read:

Iteration 1:

I first imagined myself, like a small child in front of Heavenly Parents, banging away with a mallet on a classic Fischer Price xylophone (quite simplistically and cacophonically), as they smiled benevolently and told me I was doing “Such a good job!”

Iteration 2:

Imagining myself as a young adult at a piano recital, but with a limited set of keys. As I plunked away with novice earnestness (much improved from my child-self, though my timing was off beat and some of my notes incorrect), I could picture a divine presence, visible in glimpses, playing in such a way that my discordance was enfolded neatly into their performance and became part of an unexpectedly beautiful piece greater than the song I thought I was playing.

Iteration 3:

Imagining myself now before a grand organ, like the one in the conference center, my previously limited keys still laid out before me but interspersed now with half-seen keys, and with rows of keys and stops above, below and to either side that I could not use and did not know the meaning of. I was now playing a recognizable piece of music, playing well though still imperfectly. And sitting with me in the bench seemed to be that same divine presence, as though we occupied the same space, such that as I played my simple song, they wove in above, below and around me on all the keys, a beautiful concerto that anticipated, embraced, magnified and made pure and beautiful what would otherwise have been my halting individual performance.

I think this is what life is like to some degree? Each of us is working with our own individual set of skills, strengths and weaknesses. One of my favorite themes in Christianity is growth, moving from one level to another as we develop our discipleship and capacity to serve others. Today I am sending love and encouragement to all of us as we try to do good, become better and help each other along the way.

Love, Erran

[newx-menfan]

NYX #6 Review

*Spoilers!*

Kiddddeeeennn !!!

The issue starts with Kiden dancing in the rain while going to a “Dazzler concert”…(the scene is really GORGEOUS here!!)

Kiden is soliloquizing about people being a trap… (this is what being friends with Laura DOES to YOU lol)

Kamala is basically me at a concert… that was basically how I was when I recently went through security for Charli’s Sweat Tour…😬😂🤣 (I WISH I could be Anole 🤣🤣🤣🤣)

Does Sophie still have her powers when she says “Cuckoo”? (Idk, this plot point admittedly doesn’t make much sense to me…)

While walking through the venue (they should really be getting into the merch shop line-amateurs…), Kamala is worried she’s not taking the “no contact” with her sisters well…and apparently becoming addicted to video games…

Anole is basically eye-fucking everyone at the venue (GET IT VICTOR 🤣🤣!)

We get a sleight of hand from the writers- it’s NOT actually Kiden, but LOCAL, that Laura smells and is kind of fixating on! (sorry Kiden…you’re too good for Laura anyway!)

Local then shows up to basically hit on Laura/tell her to “stay out of his way”. (Playing hard to get- copied from the Hellion Playbook!)

The team FINALLY remembers the Mojo plot exists. (I get it… Hellion was WAY MORE exciting…)

Prodigy has of course the RIGHT reaction (“Oh Fuck” indeed!)…

Dante is promptly dent to the merch line while they deal with the baddie (finally- it’s 100% going to sell out of all the good items guys!) and Dante offers Sophie to come with and be in the “normie group”…she promptly declines…

Kiden narrates how Mojo has basically been taking homeless mutants and how she didn’t trust Mr. Friendly (and apparently DOES kind of think Laura is a shit friend too!)

The team springs into action while Sophie feels awkward on her secondary team with Anole (sorry Sophie!), while Local brakes into the sound booth.

Prodigy calls out Local and Co.’s evil plan to insert a subliminal message into the music to use Dazzlers fame to essentially get followers (so…TikTok?😂🤣)

Local argues that it’s the same as what they did at the protest (let’s not rehash that last issue, Local…) and that Mr. Friendly is the only one helping homeless mutants (which is TRUE- even BEFORE this event Xavier and Co. We’re terrible at helping the Morlocks…)

Laura talks sense into Local and Local admits to Laura that if he goes back Mojo, he will kill him…but sadly Mojo has already taken over Local’s body… (🥺)

Mojo works the crowd like a BOSS…while lamenting how generic this evil villain plot is (not your BEST work admittedly, Mojo)…

Kiden busts onto the scene to save the day and beats everyone (GO KIDEN!!) and decides to catch up with Laura…while they just…let Local escap? (But the CONCERT guys!!….Seriously though…I get it…I would probably turn the other cheek if I had TS tixs too lol)

Laura totally up and leaves with Kiden without saying goodbye to the rest of the group (AKA probably hooking up with Kiden😘😘!)

Back to the Local subplot…we see Mojo has apparently adopted parasocialism… (but has he read Mark Fischer???)

Review:

This issue was good- fun. Don’t have a lot of complaints.

I didn’t really LOVE the art- some panels, like the rain were gorgeous…some were a letdown…

Dante is still just kind of awkwardly there…but Anole is slightly better in this issue.

My biggest gripe is how NICE Kiden was to Laura and basically letting her AGAIN back into the fold despite Laura being a shitty friend (I felt similarly irritated with Jubes in X-terminators barely saying anything to Laura basically ignoring her for months) …but I feel like that’s potentially COMING in the NEXT ISSUE!

Theories:

Kiden is working for SOMEBODY… either the new Quiet Council or Mojo…and Laura just got kidnapped…

Her POV sounded way too bitter and Laura randomly disappearing, sounds like we are finally going to see someone TURN on LAURA…

I was kind of wondering if Lil Bro, Tatiana, or any of the others in the group are being held/controlled by Mojo…

It would 100% be HILARIOUS if Kiden, Synch, AND Hellions formed a group of basically “Laura’s EVIL EX’s” 😂🤣😈

[corrupte3d-mindz]

The Siren Files

Robert Fischer x F! Siren Reader

Summary: Robert finds his way back out on the water and does not regret it.

Wordcount: 6.2k

Warnings: Part 1

smut..,Robert is touch deprived so is the reader?!…,switch! perverted Robert, unsafe sex, p in v, m! oral receiving, handjob, fingering, begging, whimpering and whining, multiple rounds, soft/dirty talk.

The memory of their first meeting replayed in his mind, a hauntingly beautiful evening when the stars had mirrored the ocean’s tranquility. It had been only a few nights ago, yet it felt like an eternity since he had last seen her.

The water lay before him like a sheet of polished glass, its surface unbroken and serene. Robert stood at the helm of his yacht, the sea breeze ruffling his dark hair as he scanned the horizon with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He had been drawn to the abandoned pier by fate, seeking a moment of respite from the crushing responsibilities of his father's empire.

“Fuck..where is she..” he muttered under his breath, his frustration evident as he anchored his yacht to the sea floor. He had expected to find her here, waiting with the same eagerness that had driven him to return. The absence of her presence gnawed at him, a stark contrast to the calmness of the surroundings.

The yacht rocked gently as he made his way towards the stern, his steps purposeful yet tinged with a sense of urgency. The abandoned pier loomed ahead, a silent witness to their previous encounter. It was there that he had sat, feet dangling over the edge, talking about life with a candor that he had rarely experienced. He could still recall the sound of her laughter mingling with the soft lapping of the waves, a melody that had played on a loop in his mind ever since.

“Lookin’ for someone..?” Her voice, like a haunting melody, echoed across the water, sending a shiver down his spine. It was unmistakable, the sweet, lilting cadence that had bewitched him since their first encounter. He turned, scanning the horizon, his breath catching as he searched for the source of the voice.

There she was, emerging gracefully from the waves, her figure a vision of ethereal beauty. The moon glistened off of her wet hair, casting a halo of light around her, and her eyes, those piercing, enchanting eyes, locked onto his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent warmth flooding through him.

"Yes," he managed, his voice rough with emotion. "I was looking for you."

The siren moved closer, her movements fluid and mesmerizing, like the dance of the sea itself. She reached the side of his yacht, her hands resting lightly on the edge as she gazed up at him. "And here I am," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled soul. "What brings you back to me, Robert?"

He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against hers as he struggled to find the words. "I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something about you, something that draws me in. I don't understand it, but I can't ignore it."

"Robert," she called softly, her voice a melodic whisper that sent shivers down his spine. She floated gracefully beside the yacht, her gills faintly visible on her neck. How had he not noticed them before? Perhaps he had been too entranced by her eyes, her voice, the sheer presence of her. He offered his hand, a gesture of connection, but she shook her head gently, a sad smile playing on her lips.

"I can't leave the water," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "But there is a way I can join you, if only for a while."

Robert's mind raced. He was a man of logic and reason, but in this moment, he found himself willing to believe in the impossible. He watched as she swam down the depths of where the yacht's anchor was, her movements fluid and effortless. She paused, looking back at him with an invitation in her eyes.

"Follow me...and stay close," she instructed before diving into the depths.

Robert's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He quickly pulled up the anchor, his hands moving with a sense of urgency. Once the anchor was secured, he made his way back to the helm, his eyes never leaving her form as she glided through the water with grace. He started the yacht, following her as she led him through the moonlit sea. She moved like a shadow beneath the water's surface, her silhouette a beacon in the darkness. Robert marveled at the way she seemed to dance with the waves, her body perfectly in sync with the ocean's rhythm. He felt a sense of awe, a deep respect for the world she inhabited and the mysteries it held.

After what felt like an eternity, she led him to a small, hidden cove. The entrance was barely visible, a narrow opening in the rocky cliffs that glowed faintly with an otherworldly light. Robert's breath caught in his throat as he maneuvered the yacht closer. She surfaced beside the boat, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You trust me, right?" she asked, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Then dock the yacht and jump in the water."

Without a moment's hesitation, Robert complied. He docked the yacht and stripped off his shoes and jacket, knowing they would only weigh him down. He took a deep breath and plunged into the water, the cold shock of it taking his breath away. His suit became heavy and cumbersome, but she was there, her hands gripping his arms, guiding him towards the cave. The water was colder here, but her touch was warm, reassuring. She pulled him into the cave, and he followed her lead, trusting her implicitly. The glow grew brighter as they swam deeper into the cave, illuminating the rocky walls with a soft, ethereal light. The water gradually became shallower until they could stand, and Robert found himself in a hidden grotto, the air filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.

She helped him to his feet, her hands gentle yet firm. Robert's breath came in ragged gasps as he looked around, his eyes wide with wonder. The cave was unlike anything he had ever seen. Bioluminescent plants and algae adorned the walls, casting a magical glow that bathed everything in a soft, surreal light.

With a powerful surge, she emerged from the water, her body arching as she transitioned from sea creature to a human form left Robert speechless, his breath caught in his throat as he witnessed the transformation. He had never seen anything like it before. Where once there had been a shimmering tail, there were now two legs, pale and slender, glistening with droplets of seawater. She stood before him, dripping and radiant, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

"Normally…I'd at least get a scream from humans but I guess not with you," she remarked, her tone playful yet tinged with curiosity. Robert couldn't help but chuckle at her observation, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I suppose I'm not easily frightened," he replied, his voice calm despite the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. He took a step closer to her, his gaze never leaving her face. "You're…incredible. I've never seen anything like this before."

He patted the sand beside him, inviting her to sit. She accepted his invitation, her movements graceful and fluid, like a dancer on a stage. She settled beside him, her presence enveloping him in a sense of calm and wonder.

"Are you alright... Robert?" Her voice was like a melody, soft and soothing, with an otherworldly quality that sent shivers down his spine.

Robert turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers for the first time. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with eyes that sparkled like the stars above and a smile that was both inviting and mysterious. He found himself unable to look away, captivated by her otherworldly charm.

"I'm... I'm fine," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned against him, her body fitting perfectly against his own. In this dim light, she appeared almost otherworldly, her features softened by the gentle glow around them. Robert couldn't help but be captivated by her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, the delicate lines of her face. Her presence was intoxicating, her scent a heady mix of saltwater and something uniquely her own. Robert felt a strange pull towards her, a desire he couldn't quite explain. He knew he should be cautious, wary of her allure, but he found himself unable to resist her.

As they sat there, she began to speak, her voice like music to Robert's ears. She spoke of the sea, of the mysteries it held, of the creatures that dwelled within its depths. Her words were enchanting, weaving a spell around him that he found impossible to break. Robert's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He felt a deep connection to this woman, a sense of kinship that he had never experienced before. He knew he should be afraid, should be wary of her intentions, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Lost in the moment, Robert reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something deeper and more primal. In that moment, Robert knew that he was lost to her, that he would follow her wherever she led. He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should resist, should turn away and flee from this enchantress, but he found himself unable to move. Her lips were soft against his own, her touch electric as she pressed herself against him, but he needed to be closer.

Robert moved her to his lap, he felt a surge of warmth and closeness wash over him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, his touch gentle yet possessive. His other arm snaked up to cup her face, his thumb tracing slow circles against her cheek. The sensation of her skin against his sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, a sensation that seemed to echo the gentle hum of the cave around them. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss like just before, the warmth of their breath mingling in the cool air of the cave. Robert moaned ever so slightly, a sound that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul. It was a moan of longing and desire, a release of pent-up emotion that he had kept hidden away for far too long. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, a rawness that left him feeling exposed yet strangely liberated.

Robert broke the kiss, his breath shaking. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous..fuck.” The words escaped his lips in a breathless whisper, a raw expression of the overwhelming desire he felt for her. He went quiet and looked embarrassed.

"Are you okay...?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she reached out to touch his shoulder.

Robert flinched at her touch, a flush creeping up his neck as he tried to compose himself. He nodded shakily, his words catching in his throat as he struggled to find his voice. She sensed his discomfort and gracefully moved off of him, settling herself on the ground next to him. Robert's eyes followed her every movement, his gaze lingering on her figure as he tried to ignore the way his heart raced at the sight of her. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands instinctively moving to cover his lap as he tried to hide his growing excitement.

“..I’m fine..just not used to this much attention..”

His voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of vulnerability that belied his usual confident demeanor. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle as he struggled to steady himself. She still sat beside him, with an otherworldly beauty, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Her eyes, pools of liquid darkness, bore into his own, searching for the source of his discomfort. She tilted her head slightly, a faint frown marring her otherwise serene features.

"Oh...oh...sorry...I didn't know you were so sensitive..." Her voice was soft, melodic, carrying a hint of amusement as she spoke.

Robert's cheeks flushed slightly at her words, a mixture of embarrassment and relief washing over him. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze as he struggled to regain his composure. The cave seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing in on all sides as he fought to control the turmoil swirling within him.

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she spoke, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "Is there any way...I can fix that problem..." she said, her eyes flicking down to where his hand rested, covering the undeniable evidence of his arousal.

Robert's breath caught in his throat at her words, his mind racing as he struggled to process the implications of her offer. He met her gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and longing, his fingers twitching at his side as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. "I-I don't know..." he stammered, his voice betraying the turmoil raging within him. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea..."

He met her gaze, he felt a wave of unease wash over him. There was something about the intensity of her stare that made him feel exposed, vulnerable in a way he couldn't quite articulate. He shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, the weight of her gaze bearing down on him like a physical force.

“It hurts..so much..” Robert murmured as he was practically begging for some relief..he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been intimate with a woman..let alone the last time he’d jerked off.

As she moved her hand to his, Robert felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, his skin tingling with anticipation. Her touch was tentative at first, her fingers grazing lightly over the fabric of his trousers, but it sent a wave of heat coursing through him, his body reacting instinctively to her proximity. He couldn't help but tense slightly under her touch, the intensity of the sensation catching him off guard. His hand, covering the bulge in his trousers, seemed to pulse with heat, the warmth radiating from it almost palpable in the air between them. It was as if a fire had been ignited within him, burning hot and fierce beneath the surface.

Robert's heart hammered in his chest, the rhythmic thud echoing in his ears as he tried to steady his breathing. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if she could see right through him to the depths of his desire. And yet, there was something undeniably exhilarating about the sensation, the thrill of being so close to her, of sharing this intimate moment together. He glanced down at her hand, watching as she traced patterns over the fabric of his trousers, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He wanted to say something, to break the tension that hung heavy in the air between them, but the words caught in his throat, lost in the whirlwind of sensation that engulfed him.

Instead, he focused on her, on the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, on the curve of her lips as she leaned in closer to him. He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as he struggled to maintain his composure. But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the moment passed, her hand moving away from his as she leaned back slightly, a coy smile playing on her lips. Robert couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, a longing for the intimacy they had shared just moments before. He watched her, his gaze lingering on her as she shifted slightly in her seat, the movement drawing his attention back to her. There was a newfound confidence in her demeanor, a boldness that he found both captivating and alluring.

And then, without warning, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softly, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "You're so tense, Robert," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Why don't you let me help you relax?"

Robert's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt her hand move back to his throbbing bulge, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He couldn't resist her, couldn't deny the pull of desire that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. With a soft sigh, he leaned into her touch, allowing himself to be enveloped by the warmth and intensity of her presence. As her hand moved to the buttons of his pants, Robert Fischer's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding with anticipation. He met her gaze, his eyes locking with hers in a silent exchange of desire and longing.

He groaned softly as she carefully undid each button, her touch sending shivers down his spine. It was as if every movement of her fingers was a caress, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. He could feel the heat building between them, a palpable tension that hung in the air like a heavy blanket. As she pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers, he felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks, a blush of embarrassment mingled with desire. The faint scent of cologne mingled with the musky aroma of desire, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped him like a shroud. His breath came in shallow gasps, betraying the arousal that pulsed through his veins like a raging inferno.

He could feel the dampness spreading across his boxers, a tangible reminder of his body's betrayal in the face of such raw desire. His mind reeled as he struggled to maintain his composure, to cling to the last vestiges of control in a world spinning out of control. Her touch was like a feather against his skin, sending shivers down his spine and igniting sparks of pleasure that danced across his nerves. Her hand glided over the damp spot with practiced ease, tracing the outline of his arousal with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. He groaned softly, his body arching instinctively towards her touch, his cock throbbing with need beneath her fingertips.

She gingerly pulled down his boxers, revealing the monster he kept to himself, his breath caught in his throat, a primal urge stirring within him. His throbbing cock sprang free, glistening with a mixture of pre-come and come, a testament to the intensity of his need. Her hand, warm and firm, wrapped around his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. With each pulse of his heartbeat, she could feel the rhythm of his desire, a silent symphony playing out in the quietude of the cave. As her fingers traced the contours of his length, he arched against her touch, a low moan escaping his lips.

“….ah-ah..fuck..” He cursed under his breath, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he fought to suppress the overwhelming urge that threatened to consume him.

She took him in her hand, his thick, twitching cock filling it out completely. A low groan escaped his lips as he bit down on his lip, his eyes never leaving hers. Every movement she made sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his body responding eagerly to her touch. Her thumb traced slow, deliberate circles along his length, teasing and coaxing him to the brink of ecstasy. She ran her thumb up and down his leaking slit, a mischievous glint in her eye as she reveled in the power she held over him. His breath hitched in his throat, a low moan escaping him as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, his breaths coming in ragged gasps that echoed through the dimly lit cave. "Please... please don't stop," he pleaded, his voice a mixture of desperation and desire, his eyes fixed on the figure before him

His chest rose and fell rapidly, the tension in his muscles palpable as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. With trembling fingers, he reached out, seeking something to ground him, to anchor him to reality amidst the whirlwind of pleasure engulfing his senses. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy racing along his nerves. Each stroke, each caress, sent shivers down his spine, igniting a primal fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. His cock throbbed in response, aching for release, for the sweet release that only she could provide.

Robert's body tenses up as he feels the first wave of pleasure wash over him. His breathing becomes ragged, his hands clawing at the dirt beneath him. His eyes are wide open, staring straight ahead, pupils dilated as if he's looking right through her. The veins on his forehead stand out, bulging with every throb of blood rushing through his body.

His cock throbs in time with his pulse, every vein standing out in stark relief as it twitches violently between his legs. Pre-cum leaks from its tip. A low growl escapes his throat, the sound guttural and primal, echoing around the cave. He grits his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides. His muscles ripple under his skin, straining against their confines. With a final groan, Robert's body convulses as his orgasm hits him full force. His cock twitches violently, spurting hot seed onto both their bodies and the ground beneath them.

As she continued to stroke him, Robert felt the waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he rode out his release. He could feel her soft hand against his skin, slick with his cum, and the sensation sent shivers down his spine. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, a low growl that echoed his satisfaction.

Robert looks at her with his cum all over her hands, his gaze heavy with desire and exhaustion. His muscles ache from the exertion, but his cock twitches eagerly at the thought of her lips wrapped around its length. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a primal sound that echoes his need. Suddenly Robert's eyes widen slightly in surprise when he feels the sudden wet heat surrounding his cock. For a moment, he doesn't move, simply staring at her who had taken him by surprise. His mind races, trying to make sense of the situation, but the fog of lust makes coherent thought difficult.

He watches as she begins to suck him off, her tongue swirling around his length in a tantalizing dance. A low growl rumbles in his chest and he reaches down, tangling his fingers in her hair. Robert's eyes are half-lidded with pleasure as he gazes down at her on top of him. His hands grip her hair tightly, guiding her head to take every inch of his twitching cock. Each thrust sends a shudder through his body, the sensation amplified by the tight warmth of her throat enveloping him.

His breaths come out in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a low groan or whispered curse. He can feel the pressure building up inside him, coiling like a spring ready to release. His heart pounds against his chest, echoing the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. His body starts tensing up as another spurt of cum shoots out of his cock, coating the back of her throat. His hands grip onto her hair tightly, pulling on it slightly as he thrusts his hips forward.

“Oh fuck...” He moans out, his voice husky with lust. “You're such a good little slut...” His words are punctuated by more groans of pleasure as he continues to fill her mouth with his hot seed.

As she finally releases his throbbing length from her welcoming mouth, Robert pulls away slightly, his eyes glazed over with a lustful haze. A string of saliva connects her to his still throbbing cock.

Robert lets out a soft sigh as he feels the strands of her hair slip through his fingers. With a gentle tug that sends a wave of pleasure coursing through his veins, he pulls her onto his lap. Causing his heart to skip a beat. He was starved for touch, craved for it, and now here he was, finally experiencing it. His rigid length presses against her, nestled firmly against her back. The heat radiates off his skin, making her tremble in anticipation. A shaky breath escapes his lips as he leans back, allowing himself to fully appreciate the moment. Her body feels warm against his own, the slight dampness from their previous activities serving as a tantalizing reminder of what they had shared.

"*The feeling of her warm body against me was intoxicating.*" he thought, closing his eyes and trying to commit every moment to memory.

The throbbing hardness nestled against her lower back was almost painful in its intensity, yet he welcomed the discomfort. A soft whimper escapes from his lips as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer towards him. He could feel himself growing harder, yearning for more contact, craving to lose himself completely within her.

"You have no idea how much I needed this..."

His pants now hang loosely around his hips, his throbbing erection taking center stage. His eyes are glazed over with desire as he watches her undress while on top of him. She looks incredible, all curves and softness, inviting him for more. His heart races at the sight of her naked body.

His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, laced with desperation. "Please... baby..I need to be inside you..."

She looked at him and cupped his face delicately, and she looked at him with a gaze of trust. He takes that as a good sign to go ahead. In a gentle yet firm way, Robert slowly pushes two fingers into her sloppy cunt, feeling her wetness coat his digits. His thumb seeks out her clit, With a gentle touch, Robert's thumb trace over the sensitive flesh of her clit, teasing circles around the tiny nub. The sensation makes her arch off his lap a bit with a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Oh... fuck," she gasps, her nails digging into Robert’s thighs as she tries to steady herself.

Her words spur him on, his thumb now moving in small, tantalizing swirls over her clit. He can feel how wet she is getting, her juices coating his fingers and soaking onto his thighs. His thumb continues to circle the swollen bud, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I can't wait to feel you tighten around me."

Robert's thumb dance over the sensitive nub of her clit, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. His fingers continue their tantalizing exploration, circling and teasing, driving her wild. She leans against his chest.

"Oh fuck... Robert... more..." she gasps out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop... don't you dare stop."

Robert dives deeper into pleasuring her. His fingers move faster, plunging in and out of her with a rhythmic pace that has her squirming on top of him. She cries out wanting more, her plea only serves to fuel his lust, his thumb now working overtime on her clit. He applies just the right amount of pressure, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub.

"You're so wet," he grunts out, feeling her juices coat his fingers. "Take my fingers... show me how much you want it."

As if on cue, he pushes another finger into her, stretching her tight walls to accommodate his digits. Robert's fingers delve deeper into the warm, wet depths of her, curling upward to hit that sweet spot inside her over and over again. His thumb continues to circle her engorged clit, adding another layer of stimulation.

"Oh God... yes!" she moans, arching off his lap as his fingers work magic inside her. She grips onto his shoulders tightly, her knuckles white as she tries to hold on in the face of the orgasm threatening to crash over her.

"Come on baby, let go," Robert whispers huskily in her ear, his hot breath causing her entire body to shudder. "Give it to me... let me hear you scream."

Robert's fingers move faster, curling and twisting within her. He can feel her walls clench around him, her tightness only spurring him on further. His thumb continues its steady assault on her clit, the combined sensations driving her closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, you're so close aren't you?" he murmurs into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let go, let yourself fall over the edge..."

With a final, hard thrust of his fingers, he feels her climax rip through her. She cries out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. Robert continues to pump his fingers into her twitching cunt, milking out every last drop of her orgasm.

Robert's fingers gradually slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. The moment she starts to whimper in protest, he quickly corrects himself by moving his cock to her sloppy cunt..begging to be fucked mercilessly. "Take me," he commands, pushing forward until the tip of his cock nudges against her entrance. His free hand grabs her arms and holds them down against her waist, holding her steady as he positions himself. With a sudden, powerful thrust, he slams into her. She lets out a loud gasp, as she try’s to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

Her tight walls squeeze around him, welcoming him home. Robert lets out a low growl as he starts to move, thrusting up into her with a slow, steady rhythm. It's a struggle, but he forces himself deeper, groaning as he feels her walls clench around him. "Fucking hell..."

"Just like that," he grunts, panting heavily as he tries to keep control. "So fucking tight..."

A long string of expletives escape him as he thrusts up into her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins. The sensation is overwhelming - being deep inside her feels so good that it's all he can focus on. “Jesus Christ..." He takes a moment to marvel at how perfect she feels – the heat, the tightness, the way her walls clamp down on him.

"I've never felt anything like this before..." he gasps out, his voice laced with disbelief and pure pleasure. "Your cunt... goddamn... it's so fucking tight..."

Despite her snug embrace, he continues to pound into her without mercy. His balls slap against her ass with each thrust, creating a rhythmic symphony of flesh meeting flesh.

"Fuck! Baby!, you better prepare yourself..." he growls into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Cause I'm not stopping till we're both spent."

Every time he bottoms out, he can feel the tip of his cock grinding against her cervix - pushing it open, stretching her ripe womb. He growls in delight; this was exactly what he had been craving. "Oh baby...this is it..." His words become hitched gasps now as ecstasy starts spiraling closer at lightning speed. "Ready for my cum..?"

His orgasm comes crashing down on him like a thunderbolt, his hips jerking involuntarily as thick spurts of cum explode from him. He feels himself pump load after load into her, each one deeper than the last, filling her completely.

"Oh god..." she lets out another whimper, making him chuckle darkly. "Y-you're amazing..."

"You haven't seen anything yet," he grins devilishly, panting in earnest now. His fingers dig into the curve of her ass for leverage.

He picks up speed; each inward plunge causing his balls to slap wetly against her skin. He could already feel himself being pulled towards another orgasm - her slick juices helping lubricate his way. She gasps sharply feeling his entire length pierce her tight opening once again, gripping him firmly. Robert throws his head back, letting loose a long moan, relishing in the sensation of being inside of her.

"Oh fuck... goddamn you feel amazing." he groans out through gritted teeth. She wraps her legs around him tightly ensuring he remains deeply rooted within her.

As Robert reaches his peak, his movements become erratic. His hips jerk forward roughly, each thrust pushing deeper into the girl on top of him. "Ah fuck!" He growls loudly, throwing his head back as a long string of white cum spurts out, splattering hotly against her cervix. Another jet follows, painting her insides in a thick coat of seed.

“Fuck….you’re going to—suffocate my cock..”

Robert grunts as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into her, still feeling her tight walls clench around his throbbing cock. His hands grip her hips tighter, digging into her soft flesh as he thrusts into her.

"Fucking hell... you're still so fucking tight," he groans, his voice hoarse from all the yelling and moaning. "Feels like you were made just for me..."

His thrusts now become slower, more measured now, each one pushing him closer to the edge once more. He can feel his climax approaching rapidly, the tension coiling in his lower abdomen growing unbearable.

"Just a few more... just a few more," he pants, his words coming out in short bursts as he fights against the urge to spill himself inside her.

Robert lets out a guttural roar as he feels his climax approaching, his thrusts becoming erratic and frenzied. His balls slap loudly against her flesh, creating a lewd symphony of sounds that echoes throughout the room.

"Take it... all... please... take it all," he growls, his voice raw from exertion and pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spills himself inside her, filling her womb with hot spurts of cum. His body trembles as he rides out the waves of ecstasy washing over him, each one stronger than the last. Robert held her tightly against his chest while still ramming in cock into her cunt, he just wanted to make sure she got every last drop.

Robert collapsed onto the ground beneath him and just stared at her while running his fingers through his hair. Robert and her lay on the ground, their bodies intertwined. Robert, is now vulnerable, his emotions raw and exposed. He gazes deeply into her eyes, his expression a mix of disbelief and wonder at the intimacy they've shared. Slowly, Robert lifts a hand to cup her cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin as if trying to memorize every contour. His gaze softens, and for a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seems to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

"I never expected this," Robert whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I'm glad it happened." His words are simple, yet they carry a depth of feeling that surprises even him. He leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against hers in a tender caress.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting Robert's gaze with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. She reaches up to touch his face, mirroring his gesture, and for a moment, they are lost in each other, the world around them fading into insignificance.

"I never thought I could feel this way," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "But with you, everything feels different." Her words hang in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has formed between them.

Robert’s eyes tracing the intricate patterns of shadows and light as the sun began to infiltrate their hidden refuge. The rugged walls, damp with moisture, bore silent witness to the passing of time, each crevice and fissure a testament to the cave's ancient existence. Robert's tailored suit, now either drenched, coved in bodily fluids or was gone from existence contrasted sharply with the natural, untamed environment around him. He ran a hand through his meticulously styled hair, a gesture that had become almost second nature when he was deep in thought.

He had always been a man of calculated precision, every action and decision weighed against potential outcomes. The cave, though a temporary sanctuary, had begun to feel like a prison. The urgency of the situation gnawed at him. He could not afford to linger any longer. His family, particularly his father’s remaining associates, would never understand his reasons for being here. They would question, probe, and ultimately complicate matters with their insatiable curiosity and desire for control. His life had been dictated by expectations and obligations, a puppet to the strings of legacy and power.

“Baby…I’ve got to get going..I don’t want to raise any alarm bells..”

He turned to look at her, his companion in this hidden place, her presence both a comfort and a complication. Her eyes met his, filled with a mixture of concern and determination. She had been his anchor, grounding him in a reality that often felt surreal and unattainable.

Robert stood up, adjusting his pants with a deliberate grace that spoke to his meticulous nature. The fabric rustled as he straightened, the slight tightening of his jaw the only indication of the effort it took to compose himself after their recent intimate encounter. His fingers deftly buckled his belt, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips as he sought to regain his polished composure. There was an undeniable connection between them, a palpable tension that lingered in the air, despite the casual manner in which he now moved.

He extended a hand towards her, a gesture that was both gallant and genuine. His fingers were strong, capable, yet there was a gentleness to his touch as she placed her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined briefly, a silent communication passing between them in that fleeting moment. Her smile was radiant, lighting up the cave, and he found himself responding in kind, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his own lips. It was a smile that reached his eyes, softening the hard edges of his usually stoic expression.

"You know I have to go," he said, his voice a deep, soothing murmur that resonated in the quiet room. There was a hint of regret in his tone, a reluctance to leave this moment behind. "But I'll be back. This... us... it's not over." His words were a promise, a vow that he would return to continue what they had started. There was a sincerity in his voice that left no room for doubt; he meant every word.

She nodded, her eyes reflecting the same mix of emotions that he felt – the yearning, the anticipation, and the bittersweet reality of their current situation. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with a wistful hope. "I'll be waiting."

He moved with a certain precision and calculated grace as he approached his yacht. The sun was still coming up but he still had time. As he reached the gangway, his mind was preoccupied with the events of the day. It had been a day filled with corporate maneuverings, discreet phone calls, and strategic decisions that would determine the future of his family's conglomerate. Yet, as he looked back over his shoulder, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

In the water behind him, she was there, her transformation mesmerizing and otherworldly. She had been with him earlier, her human guise a beautiful facade. But now, as she dipped into the water, her form began to shift, scales shimmering in the twilight, her hair flowing like dark silk beneath the waves. She was a siren, a creature of myth and legend, and her presence was both a mystery and a distraction. Robert felt a strange pull, an attraction that went beyond the physical.

"The anchor...is a little stuck," Robert said, his voice carrying a note of frustration mixed with a plea for assistance. He knew he could handle it himself, but the presence of her was something he would give anything and everything in the world to see more of. She swam closer to the yacht, her movements graceful and fluid, as if she were one with the water. She regarded Robert with a knowing smile, her lips curving in a way that suggested she was well aware of the effect she had on him. "Let me help you with that,"

She reached the anchor, her fingers deftly maneuvering it, untangling the chain from the rocky seabed. Robert took this moment to steady himself, his hands gripping the polished railing of the yacht.

She looked back up at him and smiled; “Promise to come back?”

Robert leaned over the stainless steel railing, and smiled back; “Of course I will.”

With a final, lingering look, she dipped beneath the waves, her form disappearing into the azure depths. Robert stood there for a long moment, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling him into a contemplative state. He realized that what could have been a simple one time encounter was now turning into a very real and serious encounter.. however he’s not complaining.

Author’s Notes:

I love writing smut where it doesn’t even belong, and yes let’s make Robert a whiny little sub for the siren then uhh fuckin’ the shit out of them! Why not?!?

Sure she has clothes on and I’m not forced to elaborate any further on how the hell she has them on in the first place.I’m noticing I’m getting a better at this…hmmmmm

Credit for the little sparkle smol divider: Cafekitsune

[yaeggravate]

everyday i wake up like

anfortas (alberich) is named after the fisher king and legend of the shattered halberd's story beats are strikingly similar to the legend of the fisher king, because fischl = fischer (king) had to repair the shattered halberd to heal the divine halberd, the hero in the fisher king had to repair a broken sword to help heal the king and fulfill his quest. arthurian anfortas and princess halberd were suffering from a wound that could not heal. gi anfortas lost his left eye and fischl covers her left eye. another way to heal the king was by retrieving the weapon that wounded him and touching him with it. kaeya was supposedly looking for his grandfather's divine sword. only the fisher king's nephew percival could save him because is a "pure fool" and pierro (the fool) keeps emphasizing "the virtue of folly". in the caribert quest, kaeya pretended to be a naive fool to trick his audience and brought up how he failed to find khaenri'ah, which is what happens to percival who failed to return to the grail kingdom. (the fisher king's kingdom is monsalvat, which conveniently sounds like mondstadt.) kaeya's birthday is nov 30 which is the feast day of some fisherman fuck. he has a hangout ending where he catches a fish. the original story of the fisher king was written in old french, with fisher king being roi pêcheur which is almost identical to roi pécheur, sinner king, and on the back of fischl's princess outfit, there's a decoration that looks like a heart being stabbed with a lance which is what symbolizes the eternal suffering of anfortas as well as my own

[liebgottsjumpwings]

"The drum you stroke. Damn that beat so old. In the ground it grows there. To damn the sun. Gates of gold. In your head you hold, a kingdom molten. May the gods be on your side"

FAYE "FISH" FISCHER | MASTERS OF THE AIR

It made her squint, the way the sun reflected off the water in the stately looking pond across the street. It was early in the evening and the setting sun had been hanging low in the sky. Casting a golden glow onto the peaceful park she overlooked. Faye’s forehead was pressed against the sun-warmed glass. Her view of the park became blurry as the glass began to fog from Faye’s breathing. Rough shapes and colours were what remained of the scene across the street. Golden and green, sun, grass and trees. The same elements that made up the view from her childhood home back in Louisiana. It was also the last she had seen of the Alsatian town of Mulhouse as the train carried her westward. She had closed her eyes as it did, trying to keep the golden and green view in her mind for as long as possible. 

“Fischer? Are you even listening?” she heard the OSS officer in front of her ask. “Your cover was about to be blown, we couldn’t just let you keep working in Mulhouse, I’m sure you’re also happy you’re not in the middle of it anymore,” the officer continued. Faye just nodded. He would never know what it was like to be in the heart of it. To have to hide the core elements of your identity. To witness the atrocities. To have to stand and watch, unable to do anything because if you did, you would risk the same fate, while also jeopardizing the OSS’s operation. He would never know, or understand. So she just nodded, her thumb and index finger pressing into the small, silver Magen David that hung from her necklace. “Considering the Krauts are onto you now, we’ve transferred you to a different position. One that doesn’t require you to drop into occupied Europe.” The golden and green outside became even more blurred, and then they disappeared as Faye closed her eyes in anticipation. “The unit is moving you to Thorpe Abbotts, there’s an Air Force base there and they want you to capture and archive their missions-” Faye sat up, interrupting the officer; "why on earth do they need those recorded?” her eyebrows raised. “On paper, it’s something about morale, something they can show back home,” Morale. She huffed, if only they knew.

"They also want photographic evidence of their hit targets, so I guess you're also supposed to do that." the officer continued. This made her move up from her chair, both of her hands leaning onto the desk. "You're gonna make me go up in those planes?!"

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Name: Faye Geneva Fischer

Age: 23 (as of September 1943)

Date of birth: November 10, 1920 at 20:08

Place of birth: Plaquemine, Iberville Parish, Louisiana, United States

Hometown: New Orleans, Orleans Parish, Louisiana, United States

Occupation:  OSS Combat Photographer

Affiliation: Office of Strategic Services; Photographic Unit & Eight Air Force; 100th Bombardment Group

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[your-nanas-house]

She could be my "woman"

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X fem!Reader/ (future Robert Fischer X android!Reader)

◇ Warnings: angst, androids, security, fear, business, robots as "slaves"

◇ Summary: Robert fears for his safety and tries his luck with Y/n's business.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. FINALLY wrote the first part of the fic I mentioned months ago!

Robert chuckled at that.

"What is this, a movie?" he mocked, trying to lighten the mood, his light eyes staring at the old woman in front of him as if she was nuts.

He called her that day for a specific reason... his security and now she was talking about some weird futuristic stuff.

"I thought we were talking about a security system, not personal assistants!" He reminded her slightly annoyed by the situation.

When he didn't receive a response, he tried again with a softer tone this time.

"I can see why your granddaughter would need someone to try this out," he started, rubbing his chin with his long fingers, "...But I can hardly be her test case.... I can't believe androids are that advanced."

The disbelief of the young man was understandable and the older woman got perfectly Robert's point of view but was still a bit offended by the lack of trust in her... after all the years she had worked with his father.

"You're underestimating my granddaughter, dear. I tested them out as well...they do anything and if someone tries to enter your dreams they come inside as well working as your bodyguard there too" she informed him with a soft nod.

Security and assistance, Robert thought not believing at a word.

He raised his eyebrow surprised by the informations but still with the feeling of being made fun of. "This has to be a joke," he said, shaking his head.

"Your granddaughter created androids that protect you even in your dreams? I've heard some insane things in my life but that tops the cake."

And as words of mockery left his mouth he couldn't help but imagining it happen to him... Having someone watching over him even in his most vulnerable moments... it wouldn't be so bad.

After a couple of minutes in silence the older woman spoke again, her shaking and wrinkly hands put a note on his rich desk

"Think about it, if you need more information just call my granddaughter, she will be able to explain everything to you."

It wasn't a bad idea after all.

Robert looked down at the card in his hand, sighing. He had hoped to convince the older wise woman to work with him as well, but this was a nice alternative.

And as soon as she left his office he grabbed his phone, he read the number and then dialed it.

He couldn't waste any precious time and luckily for him, he didn't have to wait much.

A female voice replied after just a couple of rings, introducing herself as 'Y/n Y/l/n' exactly as he expected. She sounded calm and young.. probably in her 20s, her tone made him feel at ease and it was quite charming even though a bit awkward.

"Good morning, miss. I'm Robert Fischer... I had a meeting with your grandmother today and she gave me your number. I'll put my hands forward and tell you that I don't really believe in all this, it seems excessive and not very functional to me but... I have nothing to lose so I'm willing to try, and even if it is a scam, I'm pretty sure I could deal with it very easily. If you know what I mean..." Robert informed her with a calm tone, his hand busy playing around with his pen as his face remained tilted and rested against the back of his chair... serious as his business mask.

It was business after all, he needed some kind of security around him and the guarantee of being 100% safe every day.

"But I would like to know more about this androids" he quickly added after not receiving an answer, his heart strangely beating fast in his chest and his hand sweated anxiously

"Oh, sure thing. I can do that, are there any specific questions? Or would you like to receive the policy first?" the voice replayed softly, echoing now in his empty office.

He could actually hear her moving around, probably working or getting ready for something in a rush... not that he cared though.

At the questions Robert sat up in his seat, his grip tightened around the pen as he thought quickly before dropping it on the desk and let his light blue eyes travel towards the phone.

"I want to know everything. Starting from how they work, what they can do, where they come from and most importantly... how protected I am with them watching over me" The business man listed while staring intently at the object as if it would make Y/n reply faster at everything.

There was a soft music in the background, he could hear it, even if a bit muffled, and his mind focused on it, snapping back just when her voice interrupted the melody with her owns

"Well first of all I won't tell you how I created them. I'm not stupid, am I? They can do anything you want them to, they come from my cellar" she informed with a soft chuckle after apologizing and explaining to him the reason of the background noises.

"You are 99,9% protected, they have the ability to watch over you whenever you need or don't need. Not in a creepy way of course. They have the ability to enter your dreams if someone else does, so that they can protect you.... They are also loyal to their owners and you can set the program you prefer. There are a lot of different androids... each one more adapt for a situation" she explained with a more focused and professional tone, her knowledge and passion for her creations showing just by the seriousness of her speech.

She made it sound pretty acceptable and intriguing, leaving Robert silent for a moment, still and lost in his thoughts as he took in the informations. He honestly wasn't expecting such a comprehensive answer from her.

"They sound like the perfect companions," the man said, making an attempt at joking before asking her other questions, his hands already turning on his laptop

"What kind of androids are there, where can I purchase them and what sort of program do you suggest should be installed in them?"

It really was catching his interest, even if he didn't really believe in all the progress the science was doing lately... but he still was willing to try.

"Well... They are like puppies, Mr. Fisher. Like pets, without need to care too much for them. And it's highly depends on your situation and what I have down here." She explained while probably pouring herself a cup of something.

A moment of silence and Robert hummed lost in thoughts again, surprised and amused by Y/n's analogy.

"I'm glad that I won't have to worry about them too much," he murmured, rubbing his chin "And I'll happily take a look at what you have available. My main concern is my dreams, so what do you suggest to deal with that?" He murmured out, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and glance at the phone... she wasn't answering anymore but he could feel that she was thinking intently.

Then... her harsh words of truth came out "Your voice sounds lonely, you are probably sitting in a rich office, playing with something in your hand while you talk to me— I want to try to give you my first invention" the young woman declared cheerfully, making sure he didn't took her analysis as an insult before starting to explain again.

"I'm pretty proud of her. And I will make sure to deliver everything as soon as the payment is done also I'm sending you the contract so that you know that whatever the android sees it will remain between you and them" the young woman quickly stated, ready to say goodbye and hang up.

It was convincing... enough to bewitch Robert and his business mind, which was now fully engaged, even though a part of him was still cautious.

He wasn't really sure about allowing someone else to intrude so deep in his personal space and in such a little time. "How do I know that the androids and their recordings will remain private? What if they witness something... embarrassing or something that should remain fully private?" The man asked lowly, tapping his fingers against the rich wood of his desk.. he couldn't and didn't want to afford a scandal.

"I make you sign the contract because of that. I have no intention to look through all the memory. I just delete everything when their work it's done" Y/n reassured him sweetly with a soft chuckle, giving her availability 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in case of questions or problems.

Robert considered it all in silence, weighing his options carefully. On one hand, he was still hesitant about sharing his space with these things.

But on the other hand, they would be guarding his dreams, which was exactly what he needed. And their "mother" seemed trustworthy enough to make him take things further.

"I want to see the contract first," he stated thoughfully, adding after a small break of suspance "If I like its terms, I'm ready to sign."

And she already did, everything was in his laptop now. So Robert checked his emails, finding the contract attached.

He opened the PDF with a single click and began reading, his eyes scanning each word for any potential loopholes or hidden meanings.

After a few minutes of reading, he let out a sigh and printed it out, signing it before scanning it and sending it back to her along with a brief message:

"I agree to the terms, please start the installation as soon as possible. RF"

Since their call had ended just a couple of minutes before he could have finished to read it all.

Afyer that, the proceedings began and the young woman asked him a couple of personal questions, plus an address before reporting to him the date and the hour of the delivery.

'To: Robert Fischer, NYC'

Android n. 0.0'

[superman86to99]

Action Comics #701 (July 1994)

"THE FALL OF METROPOLIS," Finale! The final (for now) battle between Superman and Lex Luthor! Wait, isn't Luthor practically a vegetable now? Is this just 22 pages of Superman beating up a cripple? No, it's actually a fair fight because Lex is back to his old Pre-Crisis habit of wearing purple robot armors (I guess they're traditionally more green than purple, but still).

As seen last issue, Lex's paralyzed body is being taken to S.T.A.R. Labs in an ambulance so they can administer the cure to the Clone Plague that left him in this state, but he's got other priorities: mainly, punching Superman. Following Lex's programming, a Kryptonian Battle Suit (the same one that Superman just sorta left laying around in Metropolis during "Reign of the Supermen") comes to retrieve him, trashing that poor ambulance in the process.

Now able to see and hear again thanks to the armor's sensors, Lex witnesses the destruction in Metropolis for the first time and is like "I can't believe I accidentally destroyed the city I love... anyway, let's destroy it some more!" More specifically, he wants to destroy the statue of Superman that stands atop what was once his tomb.

Superman comes to stop Lex from causing even more property damage (and prevent him from showing what's inside the tomb and spoiling a storyline that isn't supposed to start yet...). Superman evades the armor's punches and missiles, but Lex is able to club him with the statue itself -- which you already saw on the cover, but I'm showing it to you again because it's such a cool image.

Lex tries stepping on Superman and burning him with ignited rocket fuel (so hot that it turns the armor's hand into a stump), but Superman is Superman, so he ends up ripping the suit open, taking Luthor out... and flying him to S.T.A.R. so they can give him the cure. Because, again, he's Superman. But, unlike Superboy and other Clone Plague victims, Lex doesn't simply go back to normal after getting the cure: he's still paralyzed, probably because his clone body was "grown more quickly" than the others (he should sue that Dabney Donovan fellow for his shoddy rush job).

Of course, Lex blames Superman for the results of his own dumbass choices and swears that one day he'll make him pay...

...but, for now, he better get comfy in that bed, because he's gonna be there for a good while. THE END!

Plotline-Watch:

That closes the actual "Fall of Metropolis" storyline, but Metropolis will remain fallen for a little while longer.

This is also the end of the Clone Plague storyline, since Lex was the last surviving clone to get the cure. If you're wondering what happened to the Underworlders: at S.T.A.R., Dr. Kitty Faulkner says they all "seem to have perished." Damn, even the babies? That's brutal. Considering they never appeared again except in flashbacks, Kitty is probably right, but I prefer to believe they simply retreated even deeper underground and never had to deal with the surface world's bullshit ever again.

Lex wearing a green/purple armor finally fulfills the tease seen on the first page of 1986's The Man of Steel #5, when we're made to think a random goon in a proto-Lex-Men suit is Lex. Then we see businessman Lex himself and it's like "Ha! You thought this Lex Luthor would ever be caught dead inside something so corny? Dream on, nerds!"

This issue is written by Karl Kesel (plot) and Louise Simonson (dialogue) since Roger Stern left in Action #700 and the new guy hasn't arrived yet. Speaking of Stern, that blurb at the end saying that hopefully both he and Lex will return one day is exactly what's gonna happen, but it won't be in Action or any of the existing Super-Titles...

Shout Outs-Watch:

Awesome Kryptonian Battle Robot-sized shout outs to our supporters, Aaron, Chris “Ace” Hendrix, britneyspearsatemyshorts, Patrick D. Ryall, Bheki Latha, Mark Syp, Ryan Bush, Raphael Fischer, Kit, Sam, Bol, and Dave Shevlin! Join them (and get extra articles) via Patreon or our newsletter’s “pay what you want” mode!

And now, keep reading for the great Don Sparrow's take on this issue, Roger Stern's run in general, and what does Clone Lex have between his legs...?

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

We start with the cover, and it’s appropriate for a title like Action—Superman’s Kryptonian warsuit duking it out with the Man of Steel at his own memorial.  Great sense of motion from the rubble flying off, without motion lines, which is a real feat.  It also reveals that the Superman statue in Metropolis Memorial Park is in fact stone or concrete.  This whole time I was imagining it was bronze (we don’t have many stone sculptures in my neck of the woods in Northern Canada, as they tend to crack with the wild temperature differentials). 

Inside we’re treated to back to back splash pages to open the story, both with a great look at the rogue warsuit in action.  The image of the suit plucking a stark naked Lex Luthor is a pretty memorable one. And if you’re a fan of nude Lex, this issue doesn’t disappoint.  I hesitate to even mention such a thing, but is this is the first canonical appearance of Luthor’s pubic hair? Moving on…

[Max: I always took that as a shadow. That panel did make me wonder if Lex's clone body had everything, or if perhaps he asked Dabney Donovan to forget certain parts and just focus on making sure his pecs and abs remain rock hard even if a plague turns him into an old person.]

The image of Superman flying in to combat the Lex-driven warsuit is an all-timer, and would have made a great sticker.

The battle in this issue is reminiscent of the "Doomsday" storyline, in that we’re treated to super-sized panels, with only one or two images per page.  This is a treat, as the artwork really gets to breathe, but it has the unfortunate effect of making the issue a pretty quick read, as there’s a lot less text than in a normal issue. It also makes my job of picking the standout panels a little harder, as they’re all pretty stunning throughout the book.  The image of a raging Superman, having just thrown some missiles back at Lex is a good one, and very en vogue in this era, the peak of Image Comics grim & gritty style.  The image of the warsuit brought to one knee was another standout, as I really appreciate the difference in textures, the sold lugubrious brushline on the warsuit denoting its shininess, against the greasepencil looking streaks in the sky illustrating tendrils of smoke.

We get another intense Superman image on page 19, where Superman marches out of the flame undaunted (visually recalling the utterly badass house ad for the Super titles in 1990).  One of the final images we see is Superman carrying the limp, near-dead body of Luthor into flight.  Again, I think decency dictated this pose—surely carrying him in both arms, pieta style would have been safer for the passenger, but then we’d get an eyeful. Is there a reason Lex couldn’t just be wearing underwear throughout? [Max: Lex hates Superman so much that he refuses to wear undies on the inside OR the outside.]

SPEEDING BULLETS:

Well, at least Superman also acknowledged that leaving the warsuit on the docks was stupid.

This issue seems to reveal that Kryptonian metal isn’t all that much more durable than regular metal, as Superman shatters the leg of the warsuit pretty easily.  In the silver age, it was unscientifically explained that Kryptonian metal was also super-charged by Earth’s yellow sun and lessened gravity, making it way stronger than conventional metal. 

It’s a rare thing that a cover image comes to pass but we really do see Lex knocking Superman through his own memorial in a great splash on pages 10-11.

For such a knock-down drag out fight, taking the suit apart seems pretty easily for Superman on page 20—the very next panel, Lex is out of the suit, and in Superman’s arms.

A side by side comparison reveals that they really did redraw Lex on the last panel, despite similarities to how he is shown on page 12.

We are left with a small farewell caption to the great Roger Stern, with a hint that he—and Lex—could return to the super-books in the future.  “When we least expect it” would prove to be a little over a year later, but we’ll drive off that bridge when we come to it.  Perhaps because he’s not a writer/artist like John Byrne, Dan Jurgens or Jerry Ordway, it took a little while for me to recognize Stern’s greatness on these books.  But his Action Comics title consistently had some of the very best characterization and consistency in all these stories.  So many of my favourite moments (Lois finding out Superman’s secret identity, Batman getting Luthor’s Kryptonite ring, the return of Amanda McCoy, the introduction of Maxima) were all Stern scripts, and that’s saying something.  While in retrospect, I don’t love Supergirl being a protoplasmic synthetic entity, or Lex Jr. being a secret Aussie clone of Lex Sr. (storylines that mainly featured in Action) those were interesting options for their time, and certainly don’t stand in the way of Stern being among the all-time greats when it comes to Superman writers.  And, from my own weird personal point of view, much of the spiritual stuff I’ve collected over the years in our now-famous Godwatch feature has come from Stern.  So, God bless you, Roger Stern!

In an interesting sidenote that has no better place than here to mention—were you aware that in the Law and Order franchise, there have been dozens of characters with the last name Stern, which originated as a shout-out to Roger Stern from fellow comics writer turned Law and Order writer Gerry Conway (creator of no less than Firestorm, Power Girl and Killer Croc)?  There’s even a particularly creepy episode of Law & Order: Criminal Intent where a perp has that exact name.  Conway also frequently used Hudson University in his episodes, which comics fans know is the alma mater of one Dick Grayson—which essentially means Law and Order is set in the DC Universe.  Cha-chunk! [Max: Wait, does that mean all of the DC Universe takes place inside some kid's snow globe?]