#Doctor Robert Laing

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The Cure for Virginity

Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot

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

Word Count: 8K

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

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

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

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

“At this point, you might be!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not even oral?” she asked.

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

“No!” you whispered.

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

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

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

“Robert Laing.”

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

She shrugged.

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

Your jaw dropped.

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

“No! He’s not…” she answered.

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

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

She pointed up to the above floors.

“Men have the brothel. Women have Laing.”

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

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

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

“Of Robert Laing?” she asked.

“Yeah-in bed!” Charlotte asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your name?” he asked.

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

“I’m Laing. Doctor Robert Laing.”

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

You stared at him, adrenaline coursing through you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What room?” you asked.

“2505,” he answered.

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

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

“Sure thing!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Here- your wine,” you offered.

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

“Thank you, Y/N,” he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He leaned a little closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time stopped. You could hardly believe it.

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

“Yes,” Robert confirmed.

“What time?” you asked.

“Let’s say Seven.”

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

He smiled at you.

“I look forward to it,” he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

She gasped and then smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gave a smile and shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt your entire face get hot with embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Helen leaned into you.

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

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

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

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

But all that was for later. Now was now.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Robert….” You greeted.

He opened it.

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

“Yes…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robert’s hand froze, fork in mid-air.

“It was my…my sister,” he answered.

“She invited you?”

“No, she died…” he replied.

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

“Oh, Robert…that’s awful…” you said.

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

“Here…here…” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, I will.”

You returned to the chair and sat down.

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

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

He then looked at the dinner…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Robert, I…” you began.

But the words stopped. Your thoughts stopped.

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

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

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

You let out a scream.

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

“Robert! Please!” you cried.

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

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

“Take me off- now!” you insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we…can we dance?” he offered.

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Then here,” he offered.

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

“No cold hands, no?” he asked.

“Much better,” you nodded.

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

“Yes.”

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

“Where is it on me?” you asked.

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

“Yes,” you answered with a giggle.

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

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

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

His cheeks became pink at the word.

“That it’s…it’s racing…very fast.”

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

“Anxiety or danger… but also excitement…”

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

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

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

“It’s going fast too…” he whispered.

“From anxiety, danger…or excitement…”

“Yes…”

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

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

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

“I did too…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” he reported.

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

“Oh...alright…” he nodded.

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

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

He took a few steps back.

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

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

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

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, stepping forward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I?” he asked.

“Yes, you can…” you nodded.

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

“There?” he asked.

“There!” you confirmed in a gasp.

“More, my dear-more?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Doctor.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Remember-eyes on me….” He panted.

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

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

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

“Doctor!” you cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It built higher, higher, until-

You let out a last, loud cry.

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

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

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

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

He smiled.

“I’m glad then…” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I stay?” you proposed.

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

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

Your eyebrows shut up.

“You’re kidding!” you gasped.

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

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

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

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

“I’ll brave it then,” he responded.

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

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You'll find the other polls in my 'sf polls' tag / my pinned post.

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I just rewatched high rise recently and that recent Robert Laing fic was just super hot.

Well, that makes me happy to hear. 😉

Thank you! 💖

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The reasons I loved oh so much the Star Trek Universe....

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Happy Doctors' Day Hiddlestoners with Tom Hiddleston as Dr Robert Downey Laing, at High Rise!#hiddlestoners #hiddlesarmy #hiddles #tomhiddleston #hiddleston #hiddleston #hiddlestoners❤️ #doctorsday

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Piramida Motivatiei a lui Dilts sau cum sa-ti motivezi corect angajatii

Citeste articolul pe https://consultatiiladomiciliu.ro/piramida-motivatiei-a-lui-dilts-sau-cum-sa-ti-motivezi-corect-angajatii/

Piramida Motivatiei a lui Dilts sau cum sa-ti motivezi corect angajatii

Sa le cresti salariul angajatilor se pare ca este cea mai putin eficienta metoda de motivare, dintr-o serie de motive legate de felul cum functionam.

Piramida lui Dilts aseaza mediul la baza, ca fiind cel mai instabil element si mai greu de modificat, si motivatia spirituala personala la varf ca fiind elementul cel mai stabil si mai usor de modificat. Omul poate indura multe daca are spiritul puternic.

Relatia dintre nivelele piramidei Dilts sunt de dependenta, cele de deasupra influientandu-le pe cele de dedesubt. Deci facem diagnosticul de jos in sus si ne apucam de lucru de sus in jos.

O altă reprezentare a Piramidei este realizată de Răzvan Goldstein, și preluat din Alexandrescu Ș tefan (2012)

Motivarea personalului este o mare responsabilitate a managerilor, de cele mai multe ori facand diferenta intre cei performanti si cei mai putin performanti. Articolul își propune să prezinte un posibil model teoretic de utilizare a Piramidei Nivelurilor Neurologice formulată de Dilts în construcția motivației intrinseci a resursei umane în organizațiile postmoderne. Piramida Nivelurilor Neurologice este o extensie a piramidei nevoilor, fiind structurată de Dilts pe următoarele niveluri: mediu, comportament și limbaj, abilități, competențe și talent, credințe și valori, identitate, apartenență și spiritualitate, misiune și scop suprem. Fiecare dintre aceste niveluri a fost atașat unei serii de practici motivaționale, mai mult sau mai puțin utilizate în organizațiile postmoderne.

Utilizarea piramidei neurologice

Niveluri Dilts în Resurse Umane

Managementul motivației

Un articol de psih Antonio SANDU, 2016

Utilizarea piramidei nivelurilor neurologice în motivarea resurselor umane

Motivarea personalului în funcție de managementul resurselor umane.

Dacă selecţia personaluluiar trebui sa aduca in organizare un potenţial de uman resursă corespunzător nevoilorsale, componenta magerială de motivant personal ar trebui sa duca la transformare potenţialului  angajatilor în rezultate concretede spre îndeplinirea obiectivelor organizaţiei.

Unicitatea fiecarei persoane face imposibil ca o reţea unicasă poata asigura motivantia personaluli la un nivel ce asigură performanţa.

O interesanta teorie pe lucrul cu  motivarea este formulata de Ticu Constantin şi colaboratorii, despre o etapă de lucru in motivație,  autorii identificarea un pas de implicare in motivație tradus prin educarea individului ce se angajează într-o activitate (Constantin et. al., 2008). Cele mai multe teorii motivaționale ţintesc unul dintre doua etape, când de fapt, motivația ar trebui sa fie tratata diferit bazat pe etapă de implicare a individului ​ în acţiune, sau  perseverenţa lui. Dacă abordarea motivaționala bazata pe nevoiprimare tinteste în principal implicarea în acţiune, numai ajungând superior nevoiconduce la perseverenţă în curs de dezvoltare cel activitate şi implicit în performanţă profesionala.

Este important să angajezi oameni care au potențialul de a se potrivi cu cultura și obiectivele companiei. Nu există o rețetă universală pentru a motiva pe toată lumea. Motivația este un proces complex care depinde de nevoile și valorile individuale ale fiecărui angajat.

Autorii menționează o teorie care împarte motivația în două etape: implicarea (de a începe o activitate) și perseverența (de a continua acea activitate). Există două tipuri principale de motivație: motivația financiară (salariu, bonusuri) și motivația non-financiară (recunoaștere, dezvoltare personală). Aceasta depinde atât de factorii organizaționali (cum ar fi cultura companiei, resursele disponibile), cât și de performanța individuală a angajaților.

Pentru a avea o echipă performantă, companiile trebuie să:

Selecteze cu atenție: să aleagă angajați care se potrivesc cu cultura și valorile companiei.

Motiveze corect: să ofere atât motivație financiară, cât și non-financiară pentru a satisface nevoile individuale ale fiecărui angajat.

Creeze un mediu de lucru favorabil: să cultive un sentiment de apartenență și să ofere oportunități de dezvoltare profesională.

Abilitățile, cunoștințele și experiența pe care o persoană le aduce într-o organizație se concretizeaza in performanta doar sub catalizarea motivatiei. Motivația e forța care determină o persoană să acționeze într-un anumit mod. Cultura organizațională trevuie sa includa educatia si motivarea angajatilor, valorile, credințele și comportamentele care sunt comune într-o organizație.

Motivația muncii

La baza oricărui comportament uman de acolo se afla o serie de nevoi, ale căror îndeplinire generează un sentiment de realizare, ea creează şi mentine un tonusemoţional şi unnivel ridicat de energie. Din perspectiva alinierii la nevoile individului, sunt două tipuri de factori motivaționali: mergând către rezultatuldorit – factori de atragere – şi ocolirea rezultatului nedorit – factori presori(Kirkwood, 2009). În anumit situatii, ambele categorii se reunesc în motivarea unui anumit comportament.

Motivația la muncă este legată de sentimentul individului că munca sa va satisface una sau mai multe nevoi la un nivel suficient de ridicat pentru a compensa efortul depus, și în cele din urmă, va duce la un nivel înalt de satisfacție produs prin implicarea sa în muncă

În esență, oamenii sunt motivați să muncească atunci când simt că jobul lor le satisface anumite nevoi, fie că sunt nevoi de bază (ca bani pentru a-și întreține familia), nevoi sociale (să se simtă parte dintr-un grup), sau nevoi de dezvoltare personală (să învețe lucruri noi).

Banii pot fi un motivator puternic, dar doar până la un anumit punct. Odată ce nevoile de bază sunt satisfăcute, alți factori, cum ar fi recunoașterea, dezvoltarea personală sau sentimentul de apartenență la o echipă, devin mai importanți pentru a motiva angajații.

Cea mai celebra ierarhie de nevoi, folosit în stabilirea strategiilor motivaționale pentru performanță, este reprezentată de piramida lui Maslow.

Nevoia de autoactualizare

Nevoia de stimă și statut

Nevoia de apartenenț

Nevoia de securitate

Nevoile fiziologice

Figura 1 – Ierarhia nevoilor propusă de Maslow (1943)

Satisfacerea nevoilor necesitata a fi făcuta de la baza spre varf,  nevoile superioare nu pot fi satisfacute până ce cele de la bază nu sunt suficient de satisfacute. Acesta este motivul pentru care modelul lui Taylor lucrează pe o anumita gamă de valori, pentru care eficienţa crescatoare a lucrului  este proporţionala la gradul de satisfacerer a nevoilor primare, şi doar parţial pe nivelul de securitate bazat pe crescând nivel de venituri. Depășirea acestui prag conduce la ineficienta de măsurilor de stimulare prin salariu a performanţei de lucru. Costuri generate de creșterea salariala nu mai acopera semnificativ cresterea in performanţă. Strategiile motivaționale ar trebui să își îndrepte eforturile – numai după ce angajatul a atins un anumit grad de siguranță și confort financiar – către satisfacerea cerințelor superioare, organizația fiind invitată să creeze un mediu favorabil pentru satisfacerea nevoilor de apartenență, stimă de sine și statut, și chiar de autoactualizare.

Figura 2 – Piramida Dilts a nivelurilor neurologice. Diagrama luată de la Clarke (2007)

Robert Dilts(1990, 1996) propune apiramida nivelurilor neurologice, dezvoltand o versiune de a piramidei lui Maslow. Piramida Dilts’ este afluent la

teoriilor din Programare Neuro-lingvistică (Bandler & Grinder , 1975; Bandler, Dilts & Grinder, 2014). Conform la teorie Dilts’ (1990, 1996) schimbarea nivelelor superioare niveluri din piramidă, care reprezintă cea mai profundaa stare perceptiva a creierului, produce o transformare in cascada la toate nivelurile sale inferioare. Teoria lui Robert Dilts (2008)–

numită și teoria nivelurilor neurologice ale schimbării – dorește să fie un model

de antrenament care sa poata fi folosit la ambele nivele, personal şi organizatoric

(Porumbu & Beldianu, 2012) şi care considera important în construcția strategiilor de management al personalului, inclusiv parte a motivației pentru excelență.

Nivelul neurologic mediu

The primul nivel, numit mediu , este cel context de autoexprimare de cel

individual. La acest nivel ea este constituit cel specificitate de cel experienţă

(dilturi,1996), saucel context de cel social construcție (Gergen, 2005)de că

experienţă, ca comunicațională act. La acest nivel sunt o serie de generalizări referindu-se la încredere în sine şi  încredere în alţii (Alexandrescu, 2012; Necoi, Porumbu & Beldianu, 2013). Din perspectiva motivarii personalui, nivelul mediu – lucru mediu – reprezintă  cadru în care succesul profesional poate/nu poate fi atins. Ecologia mediului vizează atât mediul – spațiul

ergonomia, lumina naturala/artificiala disponibila, estetica mediului – la fel ca ecologia relatiilor de lucru – mediu conflictual sau cooperant, lucrul în echipă sau cel individualist perspectivă, etc.  Mediul de  lucru sanogen permite expresia nivelurilor superioare neurologice ale  individului, şi ca astfel, transferul motivarii din acele zone evitând inhibarea factorilor de mediu profesionali într-un mediu atractiv, stimulant.

Nivel neurologic de comportament și limbaj

Următorul nivel este reprezentat de comportament și limbaj. La acest nivel, noi transmitem către mediul exterior conținutul conștiinței noastre – constructele noastre mentale – fie într-o formă explicită și conștientă, fie într-una implicită și mai puțin sau deloc conștientă. Schimbarea unui comportament este adesea dificilă, întrucât comportamentul reflectă în mediul exterior nivelurile superioare neurologice ale conștiinței (Alexandrescu, 2012;

Necoi, Porumbu & Beldianu, 2013). Schimbarea anumitor repere neurologice ale convingerilor, percepției de sine, valorilor sau identității duce la o schimbare de comportament în directă consonanță cu noile valori și noua identitate construită. Schimbarea comportamentală este o formă de socializare anticipativă, generată prin restructurarea nivelurilor neurologice ale individului. Conversa este de asemenea adevărată, în unele situații, schimbarea voluntară a comportamentului duce la o restructurare a nivelurilor neurologice superioare. Schimbarea convingerilor pe cele simbolice și sociale ale muncii și etosul muncii implică, de exemplu, conversia la o credință religioasă protestantă. (Weber, 2003) – mai duce la succes – perceput ca o cheie valoare de construirea identitatii.

Aceasta este văzută, în acord cu opinia sociologului german Weber (2003), ca un semn de har divin. Pe de altă parte, credința că individul este exploatat de organizație și că acțiunile sale aduc un avantaj nedrept celorlalți, conduce la un comportament de amânare a muncii și evitare a sarcinilor grupului. În această situație, o motivație extrinsecă – prin bonusuri de performanță – ar putea duce la un comportament proactiv de urmărire a performanței datorită bonusurilor atractive. Odată ce acest comportament de succes este învățat, el ar trebui să fie întărit prin bonusuri simbolice adăugate la cele de performanță, cum ar fi promovări profesionale, recunoaștere publică a rezultatelor, premii etc. Comportamentul proactiv, odată învățat și întărit, devine un agent de schimbare a condițiilor neurologice superioare ale individului, schimbându-i astfel autoimaginea, stima de sine și adoptând valorile organizației în propriul său univers axiologic.

Nivel neurologic de abilități, aptitudini și talent

Acest nivel neurologic reprezintă internalizarea construcțiilor sociale, a modelelor comportamentale și a schemelor cognitive repetitive. Nivelul aptitudinilor include aceste scheme cognitiv-comportamentale, mai mult sau mai puțin automatizate, care sunt dezvoltate la un nivel superior și care fac individul eficient într-un anumit domeniu. Din perspectiva demotivării personalului, ar trebui subliniat acest nivel neurologic ca fiind un loc pentru construirea încrederii în sine, ca un profesionist performant. Întărirea comportamentelor care conduc spre succes ar trebui să vină în plus față de antrenamentele continue bazate pe competențe ale personalului. Construcția de strategii de auto-motivare la acest nivel ar trebui să se concentreze pe aprecierea și definirea rezultatelor care au potențialul de a deveni strategii de succes ale individului sau ale activității. În acest respect, Siler și Metzeker (2008) introduc termenul de inteligenţa apreciativa ca o capacitate a individului – extrem de util psihologului manager de resurse umane,mentor sau antrenor – se referă la diferite potenţialităţi ale indivizilor, şi asemenea anticipeaza cele mai bune strategii de actualizare aceste potenţialităţi, competențe şi comportamenter. Siler și Metzeker (2008) definește inteligența apreciativă prin capacitatea de a vedea stejarul în ghindă, adică de a avea viziunea de a vedea potențialul unui lucru încă de la început. Strategiile motivaționale de amplificare apreciativă a aptitudinilor și talentului individual, transformându-le în competențe, pot fi completate prin strategii de deturnare a obiceiurilor nedorite către strategii cognitive-comportamentale dorite. În acest context, putem utiliza strategii de antrenament și/sau antrenare care vizează redefinirea și reîncadrarea constructelor care stau la baza dezvoltării comportamentelor automate nedorite. Modificarea sensului subiectiv atribuit unui comportament automat îl aduce în zona conștientizării și reîncadrarea face ca comportamentul să se modifice în conformitate cu un nou construct.

Nivel neurologic al credințelor și valorilor

Următorul nivel neurologic, conform lui Dilts (1996), include credințele și valorile. Conform axiomelor NLP (Bandler & Grinder, 1975), care susțin că harta nu este teritoriul, considerăm că procesul de construcție socială a realității (Berger & Luckman, 2008) se realizează prin reconstrucția continuă a hărții funcționale a individului. Această reconfigurare a hărții personale are loc prin procesul de comunicare cu ceilalți membri ai comunității, imitația fiind la baza procesului de socializare (Sandu, 2016). În opinia noastră, constructele sunt bazate pe o serie de valori care gestionează acest proces de internalizare a constructelor. Valorile pot fi constitutive – necesare pentru apariția unui sistem social – și operaționale, care gestionează operarea acestuia.(Caras Frunză, Sandu, 2014; Sandu, Caras Frunză), 2014; Frunză, 2016;Sandu, 2016). Setul valorilor oferă coerență sistemului social, ambele la nivel individual, şi la cel al organizatiilor.

Sistemul de valori este cel care dă sens acțiunilor individului, alterarea constelației axiologice conducând la redefinirea acțiunii. Procesul de apariție a universului axiologic este congruent cu cel de socializare, formarea valorilor fiind posibilă prin acțiunea comunicativă (Habermas, 2000), prin instanțe de socializare precum: prieteni, grupuri de egal, școală, mass-media, postmedii. Deși individul are tendința de a se raporta diferit la valori, în special cele etice, bazat pe situația specifică cu care se confruntă, o anumită constanță în raportarea la valori a fost evidențiată în studiile efectuate de cercetători precum Kohlberg (1977) sau Gilligan (1977; 1982).

Din perspectiva motivării și orientării către succes, este important ca valorile organizației să fie compatibile cu cele ale indivizilor care fac parte din ea. Conflictul de valori poate submina eficiența atât a individului în organizație, cât și a organizației în ansamblu. Această compatibilitate poate fi cel mai eficient realizată prin proiectarea unor strategii de antrenament care să abordeze sistemul de convingeri – acorduri interpretative – care au condus indivizii să adopte propriul set de valori. În plus, este important să se continue cu acceptarea unui set de valori care să prevaleze în rândul membrilor organizației, pentru a deveni o valoare organizațională, fie ea formală, fie informală.

Nivel neurologic de identitate

Nivelul neurologic superior include ceea ce numim identitatea subiectului. La acest nivel apar auto-exprimarea, conștiința de sine și necesitatea, un nivel fiind stabilit pe baza propriului ideal de sine, dar și a imaginii de sine. Aceasta reprezintă nivelul la care sunt construite rolurile-cheie ale vieții, misiunea de viață și sentimentul de sine (Dilts, 1996; Necșoi, Porumbu & Beldianu, 2013).

Nivelul identității rezumă rolurile pe care individul le joacă în diferite contexte sociale. Acest nivel arată modul în care individul se percepe pe sine, fiind corelat cu stima de sine și respectul de sine. La acest nivel, motivația performanței urmărește să constituie o identitate profesională și percepția de sine a individului ca profesionist. Organizația care reușește să genereze sentimente puternice de identitate – în corelație cu următorul nivel, cel de apartenență – va atrage angajați puternic motivați. Prestigiul social al profesiei și chiar al organizației se transferă la individ, întărind stima de sine și confirmând autovaloarea. La acest nivel, cele mai eficiente sunt discursurile motivaționale care se folosesc de imaginea de sine și de valorile individuale în acțiunea organizațională, și faptul că organizația se bazează pe indivizi și îi apreciază pentru realizările lor proprii, vitale pentru succesul organizațional.

Nivelul neurologic de apartenență

Grupurile de apartenență ale individului sunt sintetizate la nivelul de apartenență (Dilts, 1996; Alexandrescu, 2012; Necșoi, Porumbu, Beldianu, 2013). Ot acest nivel, individul se raportează la senzația de „noi”, iar identitatea este construită prin relaționarea la nevoile colective ale grupului de referință (Dorofte, 1997), transferând accentul identității din autonomie către integrare și cooperare. Valorile superioare ale grupului de referință sunt interiorizate prin procese de socializare anticipativă (Sandu, 2014). Procesul motivațional, la acest nivel, urmărește să formeze echipe și să reorganizeze sistemul de valori al indivizilor în conformitate cu cel al organizației.

Perspectiva corporativă accesează acest nivel de apartenență cu scopul de a antrena parcursul organizațional al indivizilor de la poziții inițiale până la cele manageriale, cu un nivel ridicat de responsabilitate, dar investit cu putere simbolică – capacitatea de a impune propriile idei și valori în activitatea organizației – care este mai mare în corelație cu responsabilitatea asumată în organizație. Se recurge adesea la transferul de părți sociale – acțiuni – la angajați, astfel încât sentimentul de proprietate asupra unui cadru contribuie la construcția identității subiective ca aparținând organizației. Astfel de strategii vizează legitimarea discursului organizațional, printre care cele referitoare la responsabilitatea socială a organizației, la etica politicilor la nivelul organizației, la programe ecologice, la susținerea dezvoltării regionale etc. Nivelul de identitate și apartenență este în general accesat ca nivel motivațional în organizațiile postmoderne și transmoderne (Ray, 2011) care sunt redefinite ca organizații bazate pe cunoaștere și organizații responsabile etc.

În acest sens, putem lua ca exemplu o serie de practici corporative în care organizația oferă angajatului o casă, o mașină, oferind întregii familii servicii precum școlarizare pentru copii – preferabil în grădinițe/școli care au fost fondate de corporație sau alte fundații afiliate acesteia – servicii medicale în instituții fondate sau finanțate de corporație, etc. Prin urmare, angajatul își desfășoară activitatea profesională, dar și cea personală într-o zonă de influență a corporației. Noi numim toate aceste practici motivaționale corporative 24/7, deoarece angajatorul practic reconstruiește universul său de existență în zona de influență a organizației, însușindu-și astfel valorile constitutive ale corporației, transpunându-le și în zona de viață privată. Convergența dintre viața privată și cea profesională permite o motivație persistentă dată de congruența propriilor valori cu cele instituționale. Astfel de o abordare non-salarială poate fi înțeleasă ca o motivație completă. Angajatul nu mai percepe sursele motivaționale ca fiind avantaje, interiorizându-le ca un stil de viață. Corporatismul ca un stil de viață poate, însă, avea riscuri legate de sindromul de ardere, de dificultatea de a se desprinde din mediul corporativ și nesiguranța și nesiguranța identității în medii sociale dezinstituționalizate.

Interiorizarea valorilor corporației se face fie tacit, fie chiar explicit, contaminând sfera personală cu aceste valori. Această operare este posibilă numai când construcția politicii de resurse umane consideră identificarea valorilor constitutive și operaționale atât ale organizației, cât și ale individului, și oferă stimulente care duc la o convergență axiologică între angajat și organizație.

Nivelul neurologic de spiritualitate, misiune și scop suprem

La nivel spiritual, individul proiectează ideea unei misiuni de viață, unui scop suprem, fiind în consonanță cu valorile și credințele religioase (Dilts, 1996). În organizația postmodernă, se discută despre organizația bazată pe convingeri (Sandu, Caras, 2013), unde se vorbește chiar de spiritualitate organizațională (Preudhikulpradab, 2011; Sandu, 2011; Aldridge, 2011). Ideea de spiritualitate organizațională și motivarea membrilor unei organizații bazată pe apelul neurologic al spiritualității este o moștenire a societății moderne, stabilită pe conceptul de vocație descris de Weber (2003).

Lucrul considerat ca practică spirituală – ora et labora (Weber, 2003) – constituie o puternică automotivare pentru performanță. Procesul de secularizare deconstruiește o serie de practici organizaționale, prin schimbarea sensului valorilor constitutive care au făcut aceste practici sociale necesare (Sandu, Caras, 2013). Din spatele acestor procese de deconstrucție-reconstrucție, organizația postmodernă rămâne în principal o organizație provenită din credință, dacă noi acceptăm consecințele teoriei lui Weber pe originea protestantă a capitalismului modern. Motivația de lucru în organizațiile post-moderne include ideea de vocație, de realizare a misiunii personale ca parte a misiunii organizației. Raportul individului la organizație are o natură soteriologică, organizația fiind un facilitator al îndeplinirii misiunii personale.

Concluzii

O atitudine pozitivă a angajaților față de sarcinile atribuite este esențială pentru succesul unei organizații. Dimpotrivă, o atitudine negativă sau rezervată poate duce la eșec. Îmbunătățirea performanței organizaționale este strâns legată de atingerea excelenței individuale a fiecărui angajat, valorizând astfel la maximum potențialul resurselor umane. Motivația reprezintă un factor cheie în creșterea performanței atât individuale, cât și organizaționale.Performanța angajaților crește odată cu nivelul salariului – o motivație financiară – până la un anumit punct unde salariul este suficient pentru a acoperi nevoile de bază. Dincolo de acest punct, devine tot mai importantă motivația non-financiară, care răspunde altor nevoi individuale. Pentru a satisface nevoile superioare, legate de valori, identitate și apartenență, este necesară o redefinire a rolului organizației, transformând-o într-o organizație responsabilă și orientată către învățare.

Piramida nevoilor neurologice a lui Dilts poate fi un punct de plecare pentru o nouă abordare a managementului motivației în organizațiile moderne

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I used this gif once. I used it twice. And I'll use it again.

Tom Hiddleston in High Rise + best of

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Do any of y'all want to be tagged in my first High-Rise Fic?

Okay, guys. I finished a second draft of a fluff and smut fic about fem! reader being a tenant at the High-Rise and losing her virginity to Doctor Sexy himself, Robert Laing. Would anyone be interested in being tagged! Like I said, there will be smut, so 18+ for this one-shot, please!

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Dream is the femme fatale treasure hunter in an indiana jones or uncharted setting, and has just finished a job with renowned treasure hunter Hob Gadling.

However, despite the fact that Hob is handsome, charming, and apparently well-researched (based on the historical tidbits he’d dropped here and there on their adventure), Dream has determinedly resisted the urge to fall into his arms and bed. Ruggedly dashing adventurers are more prevalent in this world than you’d think, and he has no interest in fulfilling the role of swooning love interest in any of their stories.

However, when he visits Hob at the university that apparently is his day job, in order to clear up a few loose ends afterwards, he is completely unprepared for Dr. Robert Gadling.

Look, he’d known Hob was attractive, he’d seen the man shirtless and sweaty as he took out bad guys single-handedly, but that was the whole point; he’s seen plenty of other attractive adventurers in the exact same situation, and had thus successfully refused to let it sway him. But how is Dream supposed to deal with that same man in a rumpled suit, with a goddamn bow-tie, and glasses???

Dream sits in on the last few minutes of the lecture in a state of confused lust, because on top of it all Dr. Gadling (why did no one tell Dream this man has a phd, this isn’t fair) is not just well-researched, he’s a full-blown nerd who’s passionate about the history he teaches, how is he supposed to handle this??

The final straw is witnessing one of the students bat her eyelashes at the professor, in order to show off the confession of love she’d written on her own eyelids (a la that scene from raiders of the lost ark), which proceeds to fluster Hob. He blushes, briefly looses his place in the lesson, and then pointedly ignores her until the end of class.

Dream finally admits defeat. He’s waving the white flag of surrender. Clearly he has absolutely no other choice but to drag the man back to his office, lock the door, and have his way with him on the desk.

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Aww this is so cute. Sexy nerd Hob is such a vibe!!

Dream is absolutely losing his mind when he finally gets Hob alone in his messy little office. Surrounded by stacks of books and loose papers from Hob’s research, he's truly forced to admit that this man might be perfect. Even as Dream pounces on him like a sexually charged panther, Hob is still nervously pulling on his bow tie and offering Dream a cup of tea. He's so fucking cute, it's just not fair. And he doesn't even seem to know how damned attractive he is! He lets out a surprised little exclamation in what sounds suspiciously like ancient aramaic as Dream pins him down against his own desk and starts divesting him of his horrible frumpy suit. Under the terrible clothes is the same tanned, rugged hairy body that Dream had been so scornful about, but now he feels a sense of fondness as he kisses those muscular pecs. He thinks he could happily sit in Hob’s lap, sucking on his tits and listening to him reading out sections of his research forever.

Next time they head out on an adventure, Dream is going to properly appreciate his dashing Doctor Gadling (which may include tying him down to an ancient altar and invoking some kind of eldritch sex magic ritual... Dream couldn't possibly comment).

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Ellen’s Vengeance

Both Ellen and Professor Von Franz are characters who are ostracized by Victorian society. The archetype of the “Victorian patriarch” expels them both from his house and tries to do the same at his wife and children’s funerals, symbolizing they have no place in Victorian society. Ellen is seen as a “melancholic hysteric” who should be institutionalized and Von Franz is a “laughingstock” and a “charlatan”. So, when Von Franz is talking about “redeem us” or “our salvation”; he’s talking about him and Ellen. Only her can redeem them, both, at the eyes of Victorian society. But as Ellen tells him, she needs “no salvation”, and she doesn’t need to redeem herself either, because she has done nothing wrong besides being true to her nature.

Both Ellen and Von Franz are avenged by Ellen’s breaking of the Nosferatu curse because they are proven right, when Victorian society says they are wrong. They are vindicated. Von Franz symbolically gives Ellen back her agency and validates her nature (one for which she has been medicalized her entire life and against which she has been fighting this entire film), like Robert Eggers tells us in one interview: “She's an outsider. She has this understanding about the shadow side of life that is very deep, but she doesn't have language for that. She's totally misunderstood and no one can see her [...] this demon lover, this vampire [Orlok] who is the one being who can connect with that side of her."

“Vindication” in Christian theology is connected to another word: “Providence”. “She has been vindicated” and “she has won” have the same meaning. Which is exactly what Robert Eggers tell us about his ending: “But isn’t it interesting that this female archetype who understands the dark side of humanity and is sexualized keeps being reconstituted as the savior of Victorian culture?”

Victorian culture is sexual repression. One of the themes from “Dracula” novel Eggers is exploring in his film is “the threat of female sexuality”; the figure of the "sick woman" as one of the principal ways in which female sexuality manifests as a contagious disease. In “Dracula”, literary critics (especially feminists) associate this with Lucy Westenra character and her degeneration into vampirism; she’s “sexualized” and, as such, she’s punished by the narrative with death and vampirism. This is the angle Eggers is exploring in his story. Even Friedrich Harding blames Ellen for the “contagion” of his wife, Anna. Which is why Ellen also represents the revenge of her book counterpart.

By accepting Orlok of her own free will, Ellen is accepting herself, embracing her own nature, and wearing “her shame” like a badge of honor in that final shot. She takes ownership over her own sexuality, breaking free from Victorian society (medicalization and gender roles). She’s vindicated or avenged because she has been medicalized, drugged and tied-up because of her mediumship (diagnosed as “melancholy” and “hysteria” by Victorian doctors), but it’s her empowerment through free sexuality (sex) and spirituality (death) that saves the day, and proves Victorian society wrong. She breaks the curse and free them (herself and Orlok), and everyone else, from Nosferatu plague.

There’s nothing sad about Ellen and Orlok’s ending. They both get what they want. Orlok has the rotten vessel in which his soul is trapped in destroyed, setting his spirit free. And as Ellen dies in the physical world, she’s reborn as the great Pagan priestess she was always meant to be.

Ellen dying alongside Orlok also symbolizes her sexuality getting punished according to Victorian society (because Robert Eggers wants “to stay through the lens of the 19th century”), however, she’s the one saving everyone by accepting herself, and embracing her nature, at last.

Ellen doesn’t sacrifice herself because of Thomas nor to “save everyone”, those are collaterals of the true reason, which is accepting herself and taking ownership over her own sexuality. And the last picture Robert Eggers gives us of Victory society really drives home this point:

Friedrich Harding (the Victorian patriarch) dead on top of his wife’s corpse (Anna; the Victorian woman ideal) after sexually assaulting her: the ultimate symbol of Victorian women oppression. Wives owned by their husbands, with no agency whatsoever, her bodies and sexuality fully dominated by them, who could physically and sexually assault them with no fear of repercussions because they were their property; and who infected them with “blood plagues” (especially syphilis) quite often. Sex as a marital duty for male pleasure alone.

God-fearing, Christian values, morality, decency and concern with social reputation all fall apart in this scene, as Victorian society hypocrisy is brought to light by Professor Von Franz, the occult scholar.

And the last image of the film is "Death and the Maiden" motif, making the "plague theme" come full circle, and also the representation of these two occult characters: Ellen and Orlok, embraced and surrounded by golden sunlight and their symbolic lilacs.

Their union blessed by nature; the great Pagan priestess and the Pagan priest-shaman follower of Zalmoxis, both demonized by Christian Victorian society, together and their sexuality on full display, no longer shameful nor demonic. Ellen is naked (no more corsets); fully embracing herself, fully liberated from Victorian society. Ellen and Orlok are the owners of the secrets of immortality; death, resurrection, rebirth and reincarnation. Their spiritual and sexual union (Sex Magick) has healed them and the world, and the plague was lifted.

This is Christianity vs. Paganism. Friedrich and Anna are in dark (ignorance); while Ellen and Orlok are in light (knowledge). Both men “can’t resist” these female characters; but while Friedrich used Anna’s corpse for his own sexual pleasure; Orlok gave Ellen pure ecstasy (orgasm), their scene is about her sexual pleasure, not his. Friedrich and Anna are riddled with plague; while Ellen and Orlok are fully healed; Ellen healed Orlok from Nosferatu curse (“his affliction”), and Orlok was the only one who could heal Ellen "sanguine temperament" by draining her blood (“her melancholy”). They healed each other, and by consequence, they ended the plague for everyone else, and also redeemed Professor Von Franz, who emerges vindicated from their union.

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Did you know that Audrey Hepburn danced two traditional Catalan songs?

It happened in the 1952 movie Secret People. The movie's music was composed by Robert Gerhard, a composer born in 1896 in Valls, Catalonia. He grew up in Catalonia and studied music in different parts of Europe, becoming a well-known composer and adviser to the Minister of Fine Arts of Catalonia's Government during the Republic. However, his life was struck with the defeat in the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939). Like tens of thousands of Catalans more, his family had to go on exile after the fascists' victory in the war.

Until the death of the Spanish fascist dictator Franco (1975), after Robert Gerhard's own death in 1970, his music was not played in Spain and his motherland Catalonia. Meanwhile, he had become a very respected composer in the UK, France, the USA and other countries, and was awarded with prizes including being declared Doctor Honoris Causa by the University of Cambridge and the title of Commander of the Order of the British Empire (a knighthood given by the British Monarchy to people who have contributed to society).

He always stayed close to his Catalan roots and composed Catalan music genres like sardana and spoke about his Catalan identity. In this clip of the movie Secret People, Audrey Hepburn dances to a song made of two traditional Catalan folk songs: El cant dels ocells and La mare de Déu quan era xiqueta. Here's the clip:

Here you can hear the original songs:

El cant dels ocells ("The Song of the Birds"):

La mare de Déu quan era xiqueta ("When Mary was a young girl"):

Can you recognise the melodies in the movie clip?

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fateful favors [kinktober 2023: love bites]

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Summary: What started as a plan to join your sister at a tenant party in your new apartment building takes a trajectory you didn't expect when you discover she's arranged for someone to keep you company tonight

Pairing: Robert Laing x Reader

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, you know the drill and i am not the one); public sex; unprotected p in v; vaginal fingering; language; Wilder (yes he's a warning as he should be); mentions of alcohol consumption; slightest lil angst towards the end [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader is Charlotte's sister

"Charlotte I cannot believe you," you groaned as you paced your sister's swanky high-rise apartment, the clacking from her stilettos on your feet echoing with every step. "I thought the point of asking me to go with you to this forsaken party was so that you didn't have to ward off that creeper five floors below you and now you're telling me that you commissioned one of your former flings in this building to what? Babysit me?"

"Please, you should know me to be better than that, Y/N. I'm just trying to make sure that you'll be safe. Wilder has a more…ruthless tendency especially with new faces in these notorious parties with the rest of the tenants." She walked up behind you and helped zip up the rest of your dress, the top half now secure. "And he is not a former fling, he's a friend. Believe it or not, I do happen to have a few now."

"Right, sure." You scoffed at her description. "A friend you definitely shagged or else you wouldn't have described him as the biggest in the high rise." You waved your hands in her direction as if to say 'tell me I'm wrong' when your words put a bashful expression on her face. "Now this poor guy gets hired to be a glorified bodyguard against horny bastards when the point was that we stick together so that--ohh fucking Christ, that's it isn't it? You got him to babysit me because you're planning on hooking up with someone at this party!"

"I wouldn't use the term 'hired'," a new voice spoke from the doorway. "That would imply that payment will be involved."

When your eyes landed on the source of the new voice your jaw hit the floor.

The man wore a well-fitting suit that accentuated a clearly lean and muscular physique, the upper half of his white button-up shirt practically fighting for its life as it stretched across his chest. His trousers clinging just the right amount to sculpted thighs and highlighted exactly what your sister meant by the biggest in the high-rise.

He walked towards you with strides that you could imagine a wolf would take as it stalked its prey. With eyes dead set on its target with full intent to devour once the distance was crossed.

"And with someone as striking as yourself, I would hardly call it a hardship to keep you company tonight.” He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. "Doctor Robert Laing. I live two floors below."

Pick your jaw up off the floor, you hissed at yourself. "I'm uhm…Y/N. Just Y/N," you stammered, trying your damnedest to fight back the thrill that shot up your arm and made a bee line for between your legs at the feel of his lips on your skin. He's probably the most pro of the pros when it comes to getting knickers wet, Y/N, do not fucking fall for it.

He repeated your name slowly, as if he was rolling around each syllable on his tongue, all the while he still held your hand in his absurdly larger one. "Lovely to make your acquaintance. Shall we all head upstairs, then?" You could only manage to nod under his intense oceanic gaze, absolutely dumbfounded as he laced his fingers between yours and led you to the elevators.

You threw your sister a quick look in passing, mouthing 'Oh my God! To which she only gave you a knowing look as she nodded, mouthing back something that seemed like 'Have fun'.

When Charlotte invited you to a tenant party at the 29th floor, this was most definitely not what you were expecting. The party had extended well beyond the constraints of the host's apartment and bled into the hallway leading to its front door, the entire floor already beginning to give off the faint smell of liquor and sex. Some of the guests had paired off and were in various states of undress, pawing at each other and well on their way to becoming fully disrobed right there in the corridor.

The inside was much more scandalous, sounds of grunting and obscene moans coming from the bedroom inside, door wide open as if they were inviting the other guests to stand and watch. Or join in.

You and Laing found a spot to sit in that kept a bit of distance from the fornication, him genuinely seeming interested in your work and the events that led you to the high-rise in the first place. About how long you'd be staying in the city and if you'd already gotten to know the lay of the land where the building's amenities were concerned, offering to show you around in the weekend if you were still here.

Much as you wanted to buy into the notion that someone that was so obviously out of your league was interested in getting to know you, you couldn't help the thought that perhaps he was just investing this much effort into this to try and rekindle something with your sister. The thought wasn't completely unfounded, considering Charlotte's history with having former flings going absolutely astonishing lengths to get into contact with her again to this day for her to direct her attentions their way again. And Robert Laing might be someone that the women in the party looked to and regarded as if he was some sort of sex god with the outright lust on their faces whenever they snuck a glance his way, but he was still a man, after all.

And with the way she was describing him to you earlier, she'd definitely entertained the thought of a repeat performance with him at least thrice. Probably still had the notion on the back burner of her mind even as she chatted it up with another attendee, yet another shockingly tall head turner in a black suit that looked tailored within an inch of its life and slicked back onyx curls with a look on his face that did more than enough to tell you she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.

The feel of Laing's hand on yours snapped you out of your thoughts, fingers deftly taking away the empty cup that you'd been picking at with your nails for the last few minutes. "I'll just go get us some fresh drinks. I won't be two minutes." You gave him a nod with a well-practiced smile, his words ringing a little too familiar and conjuring memories of gatherings much like this one sans the public displays of lasciviousness that you'd once attended with Charlotte where the sorry chap that had to accompany you would say nearly those exact words and that would be the last you'd hear from them.

It was a song and dance you were all too familiar with. And after repeat offenses you'd grown numb to it, expecting it, even.

What you weren't expecting was the sharp look that Laing had thrown somewhere behind your shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Save my seat, darling."

All you could say in response was a stupefied, "Sure."

Not even half a minute after he stepped away someone approached you, positioning himself behind where you were seated on the sofa, denim-clad thigh dangerously close to your shoulder. "Never seen your pretty face at one of these events. Are you new to the building, luv?"

You looked at the man that approached you, the stench of nicotine, alcohol, and lust coming off him in waves. He looked like one of those 'adult film' stars that you'd often find in the tapes that various exes had had hidden away. The man they dreamed of becoming so that they could rut into women that looked like your sister with reckless abandon and get paid for doing a shit job.

"I am." You kept your answer terse. Clipped. You'd dealt with men like this before, and for the most part all they wanted was for you to steer them Charlotte's way. Once they realized how guarded you were they'd leave you well enough alone.

"Smashing," he slurred, shifting his stance until he rested his elbows on the back of the couch, a little more eye level with you and now you could see the dangerous predatory gleam in his eyes. You recognized this look, too. Someone who took rejection one too many times and now he would just let the words roll off his back and take what he wanted anyway.

Someone you should run away from as fast as you humanly could in these god awful heels that Charlotte practically shoved you into. Or maybe if desperate times really do call for desperate measures I could drive the heel through his neck, you pondered quietly.

And despite knowing that he wasn't coming back, you found yourself hoping that Laing would pop up and offer some form of backup in case your hunch about this leering imposing guest was correct.

"The name's Richard Wilder," he said incoherently, a thick meaty hand sneakily trying to move across your shoulder to play with the strap holding your dress up and keeping you relatively decent compared to majority of the party. "Perhaps we can go find a corner somewhere and…get to know each other a little better."

You could feel your stomach recoil in disgust at the implication, partnered with the way a finger had worked its way under your dress strap and he was already leaning in closer and closer, the stench of the cigarettes and alcohol invading your space and searing the path from your nostrils to your brain. "I'm already here with someone," you managed to choke out as you struggled not to take a breath. The lie felt heavy on your tongue, but you wielded it regardless like a makeshift weapon that could maybe ward him off if you said it convincingly enough. "He should be back any second."

Wilder let out a scoffing laugh, his breath on a mission to sever your sense of smell within the next sixty seconds. "Who? Laing? Sweet thing you really are new here. That man's fucked his way through this building and back. You'll be lucky if he remembers your name come Saturday." He shifted even closer to you, pressing his nose into your hair and inhaling like a drug sniffing canine on a mission. "I reckon he's shriveled up down there from getting it wet all the fucking time--"

"Well I always say better shriveled than dry," you shot back, your mouth somehow having lost its filter as the alcohol kicked in and melted away your inhibitions. "You're so obviously bitter over that fact I can taste your jealousy when you exhale. Now please, get gone and find someone else to torment. Or better yet, you could go home and get ahead of that absolute banger of a hangover you'll have in the morning and start sleeping it off."

"Hmmm…bed. Now that is an excellent idea." He moved his hand down your arm until his fingers hooked around your elbow, trying to pull you up to your feet. "Come on, luv. I can make you feel so good you won't ever let me leave your bed even when my wife's knocking down your door with a fuckin' butcher's knife."

"Fucking hell, you're married? You're married and you're still looking for someone to warm your miserable dry cock?" The disgust was already causing your stomach to coil up, the urge to just take off one of your borrowed heels and jam it into the arm that was holding you in place becoming more and more tempting with each passing second. You scanned the room to see if you could discern which of the other guests was the unlucky bastard's wife, finding a heavily pregnant woman seated near the singular exit out into the hall with sad eyes and a scowl on her face as she eyed the man with a sloppy grip on you. "You're vile, Wilder. Go home to your wife and actually try to be a decent human if being a decent husband is too tall of an order for your miserable arse."

He looked as if you'd slapped him clean across the face. "You mouthy little slut where do you get off speaking to me like this?" He pulled on you harder, knocking you off balance and having you struggle to keep from him pulling you over and across the couch. "Don't fight it, little slut. I'll take you somewhere you can put that glib little mouth of yours to good use. Maybe if you're a good girl I'll even let you cum tonight--"

"Wilder get your paws off my date. Now." You could feel the coiling tension in your stomach begin to relax at the sound of Laing's voice over the speakers, an arm wrapping around your waist delicately while the other clamped around Wilder's wrist in a vice grip. "While I still have the inclination to ask nicely."

The burly man released you from his hold, raising his hands in the air with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You probably weren't even worth the effort anyway," were his last words before he walked away, setting his sights on another woman and approaching her, a similar look of apprehensive disgust on the woman's face as he no doubt singed her nose hairs with his smell of sweat and cigarettes as he had done you just minutes ago.

"Come on, darling," Laing whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, slowly leading you toward the balcony, the fresh air making you gasp desperately for your next breaths as if you were trying to clear the outright disgust from your encounter out of your lungs. He kept his hold loose on you as you relaxed against the wall, his forehead pressed lightly against yours while he guided you through deep breaths, his woodsy citrusy scent helping to calm you even more. "I shouldn't have left you alone with him on the prowl. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Hey don't be so hard on yourself I'm honestly surprised you came back in the first place," you answered back, still slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol on you. "It's alright, really--"

Before you could tell him he could be done with his favor to Charlotte and you'd just go home and sleep off your adrenaline from your unfortunate run in, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. The thrill you felt earlier tonight from him kissing your hand had nothing on how his mouth on yours ignited a flame that quicly spread through your whole body, making your knees buckle as he pressed harder against you, his fingers weaving into your hair as his other arm wrapped around you while he worked his thigh between your legs.

"People like him don't particularly like hearing the word 'no'."

His words were fraught with meaning, like he was giving you a warning of what could befall you if you ever found yourself alone with him again. The mere thought of what could have happened if Laing didn't come around when he did and Wilder succeeded in dragging you off somewhere had you going frigid where you stood.

"Don't trouble yourself, sweet girl." He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, kissing a trail to your neck. "You'll find soon enough that this place will set things right sooner or later. He'll get what he deserves eventually without any intervention from us. Until that day comes I'll do what I can. Make sure no harm comes to you." You let out a sharp moan of his name when his lips glided across your skin in an open-mouthed kiss, feeling your body grow weak when you felt his tongue lick at your skin. "The best way to do that is to make sure he sees you're spoken for." He kissed his way up to your mouth again, both of you groaning into each other's mouths when his tongue slid past your lips and tangled with your own. "Make him see that you're mine."

"Am I, though?" You cursed your filterless mouth for letting the question leave your lips.

"If you want to be," he shot back with a boyish smile, pressing another kiss to your lips, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. "For the illusion. For the night. For longer. Whichever you choose."

You felt overwhelmed with emotions, but part of you felt inclined to trust in his words that things would be set right soon enough, the conviction in his tone reassuring you and allowing your mind to focus on the fire that was spreading throughout your entire body. The only response you could give him was a little nod before he gave you a devilish smirk and pressed harder against you, his hand sliding down your torso and working its way under your dress.

"Oh sweet girl," he cooed when his fingers slid up the inside of your thigh, coming into contact with the slick fabric of your panties. "Tell me this is for me. Make my night, I beg of you."

He traced up the length of your slit with the tips of his fingers, applying just the slightest bit of pressure when he reached your clit, circling the hardening nub with expert precision and coaxing an answer from you. "Who else…would it be for?" you gasped, arching against him and letting out a moan drowned out by the party going on mere feet away from you.

Your arched back gave him the chance to wrap his free arm around you and pull you flush against him, kissing a trail from your lips down your neck and stopping at the base of your throat, biting and sucking a bruise into the skin. "You'll have to watch your words, darling. You're making it quite difficult to be gentle with you."

Those last words had you throwing all your inhibitions into the wind. "Then don't be. You said you wanted them to see that I'm yours if I wanted to be?" You pulled him by the lapels of his coat into a searing kiss, catching you both by surprise. "I want to be. Kiss me, fuck me, do what you want with me. Show them. Make them all see that I'm yours."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his coat as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side and slid two sinfully long fingers inside of you, twisting and scissoring at your walls readying you for him.

"Look at me, sweet girl," he growled, pressing you flat against the wall and lightly grasping your chin with his free hand. The sight of his stormy gaze becoming near black from his dilated pupils stole your breath away.

He curled his fingers upwards, finding a spot that made you completely delirious that your thoughts swirled in your head. The only thought that remained, the only one that mattered, was Laing. And the absolute devastation he was about to put you through.

His free hand slid down the side of your body, grabbing your leg and hoisting it up to wrap around his waist, opening you up even more for him and pressing your bodies closer together. The thumping music from the party was overpowered by your heart furiously pulsing in your ears, a knot tightening more and more with every sensuous stroke of his fingers at that tender spot inside you.

"Come for me, little temptress," he grunted, his breath hot against your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, giving you a knowing smile before lightly rubbing tight circles against your clit with his thumb, eliciting a scream of his name that had a handful of people diverting their attention to what was transpiring between you and the building's resident doctor out here in the balcony. You could still feel your walls clenching and spasming even after he'd pulled his fingers from you.

The air left your lungs when he wrapped his hand around your other leg and your feet left the ground before he moved you away from the wall. "What--" Your words died in a high-pitched whine when your back made contact with the cold surface of the table, the sight of Laing standing over you and unbuckling his belt kicking your racing heart into overdrive.

"I think they all need a touch more convincing," he told you, a devilish grin spread across his face as he lined himself up at your entrance and sliding to the hilt inside of you in a single thrust. Watching him throw his head back, neck muscles tense as he let out a moan of pure decadence would be a memory that might stay with you for decades to come. "F-fuck, it's like I was made for you, sweet girl."

He set a steady pace, both of you moaning and screaming into the night every time your hips came together. But what had your mind swimming was the way he lifted your leg and positioned it so that your ankle rested on his shoulder, turning his head to press a tender kiss to the reddening strip of skin caused by the strap of your shoe. The tenderness of the action in stark contrast with the way he rocked his hips into yours making you whine and moan his name like a wolf in heat.

His other hand moved up the side of your body, fingers running along the slit opening at the cleavage of your dress. "May I?"

Your lack of filter once again had you cursing yourself. "You're already inside me, are you really asking permission to touch my tits?" He gave you that boyish smile again as you nodded your assent, his hand quickly working its way under the fabric to move the breezy fabric aside and expose your breast to the cold night air.

Near-obsidian eyes roamed your body laid out on the table before him, from the lustful expression on your face down to where your bodies were connected, the doctor biting his lip before leaning down to slant his mouth over hours in a frenzied kiss, your tongues tangling together as you buried your fingers in his hair. The slightest pull at his short curls had him growling against your mouth before he broke the kiss, making his way down to take your nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth ever so slightly against the pebbled skin and making you release your hold on him when your eyes rolled back from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

When his thrusts became erratic you felt his hand at the swollen nub above your entrance, you let out a scream of his name as your climaxes overtook you both. You didn't know what came over you when you bit into his neck as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, but he took it as a cue to sink his teeth into the swell of your breast, both of you surely leaving a mark on each other that would stay for at least the next couple of days.

"There's no way I'm letting you drive home after this," he said softly once he caught his breath, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and temple while you were still trying to ground yourself. "Please let me escort you back to your place."

"Don't worry there won't be any driving required," you answered him, your mind still in a haze. "Just a walk to the elevator. 25C."

"Is that so?" You only nodded at him, giving him a fully sated smile as he moved the fabric of your dress to cover you again before tucking himself back into his trousers. He held your hand as he helped you off the table, pulling you into his arms again as soon as you were back on your feet to capture your lips in a tender kiss. "Well in that case…hello, neighbor."

This wasn't how you expected your night to end when you woke up this morning to Charlotte ceaselessly banging on the door to the apartment you'd just moved in to, practically begging you to go to the tenant party to both accompany her and celebrate your new home and the fact that you now lived so close to each other. You were more than ready to have ended the night with aching feet, slightly buzzed, and alone in bed. As you always did.

You didn't expect it to end feeling near boneless after spending the last few hours with the man that had initially been your companion for said party as a favor to your sister, bodies slick with sweat and without a stitch of clothing separating you. Coherent thoughts had ceased to form the second you two stepped foot into your apartment and he immediately hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, and he brought you to orgasm so many times you lost count.

There was an air of utterly sexed out bliss that surrounded you that only shattered when both your labored breathing had evened out, and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone and spoke again. "I believe this is where we part ways, sweet girl."

Would it be entirely too dramatic if you said you felt your heart splinter at his words? Probably. But in the moment, that was how it felt. Like a rug had been pulled out from under your feet and you were immediately dropped from a vibrant fantasy world and straight back to the bleak reality that was your day to day.

"Should've known this was coming," you scoffed out, propping yourself up on your elbows as he pulled away, unable to hide the sting of disappointment playing at your features. "Should be used to it by now I really don't know why I even thought you'd be different, but fuck it. That's on me--"

"Wait, Y/N stop. Did…did you think I was about to leave because--"

"You got what you wanted. Fucked the new girl, novelty's gone, probably realized my sister's better, really I'm used to the song and dance. So really, everything's fine. Go. I'm a big girl, I'm not about to cry and moan about it." If only you could have fought against the tears that were stinging at the back of your eyes so you could actually sell the pitch.

"And here I thought you were about to kick me out of bed so I was just beating you to the punch. Leave with a shred of dignity, you know?"

His muttered words felt like ice water washing over your entire body, immediately reaching for him in the relative darkness of the bedroom, your fingertips tracing the marblesque features of his face as you touched your nose to his. "Who would ever be stupid enough to kick you out of bed?"

Your breath hitched when his fingers curled at the curve of your waist, his thumb stroking your skin and lightly brushing the underside of your breast. "If you say you don't want me to go then--"

"Stay." The word came out all too quickly, making you bite the inside of your cheek from how desperate you saw yourself the second you said it. No taking it back, now, you inwardly hissed. Fucking pathetic. "I--I mean only if you want to, if you don't really no harm no foul just pretend I didn't say anything--"

The rest of your words died in a surprised little squeak when he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arm around you and maneuvering you so that your back was once again laid flat on the mattress. "I want to," he sighed against your lips.

You two had settled into the center of the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingertips traced down the length of your arm. "For longer," you blurted out, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw.

"For longer what, sweetheart?"

The endearment slipping from his lips had your heart doing  backflips in your chest. "You said something earlier about being yours if I wanted. For tonight or for longer. There's my answer. For longer."

The smile he gave you somehow shone brilliantly despite the dim lighting of your bedroom, with only the moon providing even the smallest glimmer of light. "You might reconsider that answer once I subject you to my cooking in the morning, darling."

"Well, nobody's perfect, Doctor Laing, but I won't hold that against you."

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober, everybody! I'm a couple days late because I literally just finished banging out (pun absolutely fully intended) the smut scene minutes before posting this. Like I mentioned before, I'm hoping to do 5 stories as an initial goal but I have 15 planned out. Anything that I don't end up making in October will still be made somewhere down the line, it's just gonna move down the priority ladder.

It has been a long while since I wrote smut, so please be gentle, I feel like I am babey again with how rusty I am. And also it's the first time I'm writing Laing so also…be gentle.

I'm already working on the next story which will be 'bath/shower' with an older Magnus Martinsson, so hopefully that'll be reaching your dashes in the next few days 🫡

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Oh dear lord...

The hotness in this is too much

Title: I Want You

Pairings: Dr. Robert Laing x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit [+18 only}

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: explicit sexual content (p in v), implied sexual content, pardon the french (literally)

Author's Note: So this was written back in like August and stored far away into my notebooks when I watched High Rise, based all on that one kitchen scene. I may or may not have replayed that scene at least 3 times 😅 I love Seb and Chris, but Tom Hiddleston will always be my love 💖

Anyway, if you are under the age of 18, or you have no age in your bio, and I see you interacting with this post in any way, I am blocking you. I don't post a lot of actual smut, and I don’t think that I ever will after this. So please, just skip this and find another piece to read instead. I can easily recommend something if you need me to!

Spicy writing is not my forte, so bear with me here. I’m only posting because I’m actually proud of like 90% of the piece 🥺 Also, if you speak french, I just google translated what I needed, so I'm sorry if it was butchered in any way. Mistakes are my own.

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

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It has been at least two weeks since the power went out in our building. Filth and rubbish litter the hallways, the rooms, and the tenant’s minds. People have been partying, beating each other, and everything in between. It’s honestly a little terrifying and I had no one to go to. Except Dr. Laing.

It's crazy to believe that someone on his level would even give someone like me a glance. It wasn't until we both happened to be at the grocery store one afternoon, hands heading for the last copy of the Learn French book, that our they grazed each other before our eyes found the other.

I retracted my hand and slowly flattened the bottom of my white and green sundress. Eyes avoiding his gaze, I apologized. “I'm so sorry, Sir. Please. Take the book.”

“No, it’s quite alright, darling,” he grabbed the book, but, to my surprise, outstretched it to me.

I shook my head. “C’est bon. Je connais déjà le français. Je voulais juste le rafraîchir.” The man looked a little surprised.

I giggled and caught the gaze of those baby blue eyes. “It's ok. I already know French. I just wanted to brush up on it. Please. Take it,” I smiled at the tall man looking down at me.

“Well thank you…”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Doctor Robert Laing.”

From there it grew into bumping into each other every time we were at the grocery store or passing by in the elevator. Conversations grew and there was a time or two that we grabbed dinner at the restaurant in our building. I had been to his apartment once before, but that was about it. He was on a higher floor than me, the twenty-fifth floor compared to my fifteenth. But each time in passing, his smile would brighten the room just a little more.

Oh, that smile.

The only brightness left in all the darkness that has befallen our building.

That smile, is part of the reason, I decided to slip into one of the few sundresses I had left that wasn’t completely tattered, and slowly make my way up the stairs. Once I hit the twenty-fifth floor, I pushed the door open and walked until I saw what should be apartment 2505. That last number had gone missing somewhere into the abyss on the floor.

I knocked once, then twice, waiting for him to answer. There were several men at the other end of the hall, talking and raking their eyes over my body. My skin was crawling as I heard a low whistle travel from the other end. I knocked a third time, hoping Dr. Laing would answer soon. Thankfully, he did.

“Please, come in!” He pulled the door further open to an apartment full of unopened boxes, floor to ceiling full. I walked in as he closed the door behind me. When I turned to look at him, I noticed paint down his legs, splattered across his clothes, along his arms to the end of his fingers, and even around his eyes.

Oh, those eyes.

“I think I found the perfect color,” he said as he dragged me around the corner to his living area. It was this blueish gray that made the whole area a little brighter. He was looking around when I noticed his hand was still in mine. Well. More like engulfing mine, but there was a warmth that was starting to spread throughout my body.

When I slipped mine away, he looked down at me, with a bit of curiosity. “I grabbed the last Riesling at the grocery store when they started to have fewer items in stock. Figured we could enjoy it together.”

“That sounds lovely, my dear,” he smiled and nodded towards the kitchen.

I made my way and opened his cabinets, only to find his last clean wine glasses on the top shelf. I stood on my tip toes and started to reach for them. I felt my dress start to rise, and I knew I was starting to show more than I could bargain for.

I was almost able to grab one of the glasses when I felt heat against my back. I was gently pushed into the counter when I saw a hand reach just a little further than I was able to. He grabbed one glass and brought it down to hand to me. When he reached for the second glass, he leaned in a little further this time. That’s when I felt it.

What was being confined in his slacks, was being pushed against my ass. This pulled a soft moan from myself, tilting my head back, and hitting his shoulder. His hand that was once raised in the air, was now on the hem of my dress. His fingers ever so lightly moving underneath my dress, until he reached my hip.

“Dis-moi” Just tell me.

“Dis moi ce que tu veux.” Tell me what you want.

His other hand did the same, running under my dress, except this time, his fingers found their way to the front waistband of my panties.

I couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched me, let alone had me pooling this much. But he was everything I could ever dream of. Charming. Intelligent. Handsome. Kind. And at this point, there was no going back.

I leaned back into him and placed my hands over his. I slightly turned my head to look in his eyes and could only mutter out one thing.

“Je te veux.” I want you.

His hands were quick in slipping my panties to the floor and nudging my feet apart with his. I heard a zip and soon felt not only a hand on my hip again, but the feeling of his cock. He slowly rocked his hips, but the teasing was too much to bear.

I moaned a simple please and in one swift motion, he pushed his length inside of me. I grabbed the counter with both hands and pushed against him. His lips on my shoulder and neck before pulling out and pushing back in. He was slow at first, but soon found a rhythm that worked. One where I found enough pleasure to squeeze my entire being around him.

We were both feeling the rush, as he continued at a faster pace. My head leaned back into the crook of his neck, his hands gripping harder at my hips, and his breathing becoming more erratic. Neither of us could help the moans coming from either of our mouths.

His left hand reached between my thighs to find the one spot he knew would help add more pleasure to this ride. The pace and the feeling of his cock inside me pushed me further until he muttered two simple words.

“I’m coming.”

Those words were what pushed my coil to snap. Both of us were consumed with a pleasure so intense, neither of us were moving for minutes afterwards. He stilled inside of me, with his arms wrapped around my waist. He left his chin on my shoulder, as I tried to steady my breath, and match his.

Once we were both back in the kitchen, he pulled himself out of me, and left to grab a towel. I turned to lean against the counter, as I knew that my legs still weren’t reliable at the moment.

“I’m sorry darling, the water is a little cold right now,” he said before crouching to the ground and running the damp towel between my thighs. I don’t know if I gasped because of the chilly towel, or the fact that he started to lick everything that was dripping down my inner thighs.

A whimper escaped my mouth before my hands found their way to his hair.

I thought this adventure might have been a one and done type deal. But it was only just beginning.

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The majority of the video and audio files consist of recordings from the 1970s to the 1990s, including: Fantasia Fair Conferences featuring workshops, individual and panel interviews, awards and fashion show events; video and audio interviews with prominent activists, educators and physicians such as Dallas Denny, Richard Doctor, Ariadne Kane, Allison Laing, Virginia Prince, Joann Roberts, Dr. Eugene Schrang, and Stephen Whittle; and conference audio recordings, among many other items. The UVic Libraries’ Transgender Archives is the largest collection of original materials chronicling Trans+ history and activism in the world. With evolving technology turning media into quick obsolescence, there is an urgent need to document and make accessible the fragile digital history of the Trans+ community. The unique magnetic media items (316 video recordings, 205 audio recordings) record significant historical and cultural events, and include interviews with prominent activists, educators, and physicians. Over the next two years, UVic Libraries will create advanced metadata to promote, enhance, and support future learning and research with the digitized collections by working closely and in consultation with Trans+ elders; the world’s only Chair in Transgender Studies; and with the Trans+ community at the 2025 Moving Trans History Forward conference at the University of Victoria.

[viejospellejos]

Robert Downey Jr volverá al universo cinemático Marvel pero no como Iron Man…¡sino como DOCTOR DOOM!

(Esta fue la presentación oficial hace unas horas en la Comic Con)