#HIS EYES LOOK GREEEEN HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME

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the lighting in this fucking show. pay my hospital bills

[pinguwrites]

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

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

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

pairing | sub!robert fischer x girlfriend!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dunno."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then what's it like?"

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

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

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

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

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

Robert looked down, embarrassed.

"Fine."

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

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

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

"Y-yes," he choked out.

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

He shook his head adamantly.

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

". . . Ah, greeeen!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taglist: @henrywintersdearestgirl @shroombloom-rry @meetmeatyourworst @mrkdvidal1989 @madnessandobsession @slut4thebroken

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Weird Colors

Greg belongs to @mygardenofmuses !

Maybe he was just passing by. Michelle saw Dae in the shop's window from within and without thinking, hunched behind the counter so he won't see her here. What was he doing here anyways? The city was big. Her heart was pounding. But good she was in company. Charming company, actually. Possibly confused, charming company. Michelle raised a hand as if she'd start to explain why she dragged Greg behind the counter with her, but ... it was too long of a story, right now. And she'd rather hold hands.

Greg was more than happy to hold hands with her, though everything was so sudden- like, why were they hiding? Did she see some ex outside that she'd rather avoid? She could punch the lights out of that guy if he dared to lay a finger on Michelle...

"Hey, why are we hiding?" he whispered to her.

Michelle changed the setting on the collar to switch voices before she replied. "It's way more fun to hide together" Michelle then replied, holding Greg's hand and smirking a bit. "And I can't be seen by - " The bell rang - the sound of someone coming into the store. Michelle got quiet right away. She wasn't sure if it was Dae...

"I gotta reply to the customer." Greg whispered. He squeezed her hand and pressed a quick kiss on her lips before getting up. He beamed when he recognized his new friend.

"Good afternoon! Oh, it's you Dae! Same pink flowers for Jessie?"

"I was thinking some ... and then I was thinking ... one ... " Dae replied, grinning crookedly. "And ... one in green? Do you have green flowers?" He meant to remember Amelia did like the color.

"Greeeen... You sure ask me weird colors, bud. There's a variety of green roses I've heard of, but it's hella expensive and I don't have enough money to buy it. I have smaller flowers close to that tone, though. Would that work?" Greg offered, keeping it professional.

Dae was already doing an 'X'-sign when Greg mentioned the word expensive. "Can I see? White would work, too." White always worked. So did orange or yellow or blue or even purple, really.

"We've got plenty of white flowers this season because many couples want it for their weddings. So we've got rose, daisies, hortensias, narcisos..." Greg left the counter and guided Dae to the section where he kept the white flowers. "See anything you like?"

"Yeah." It didn't take long for Dae to pick one that caught his eye. With Greg lured from the counter though, he could finally talk straight to him. "Why is there someone hiding behind the counter?" he asked in a low voice.

"Because she wants. Let her be for now." Greg answered, in a very low voice as well.  He picked up the flowers Dae had chosen. "So you want one, two, or a small bouquet?"

"One with a little greens around it!" Dae answered, his voice back to normal and suspiciously cheerful. "And then another one, yeah. With pinks." These were easier to find.

"Little greens... mmh... like these?" Greg points to a series of smaller flowers. He thinks they'll fit the idea Dae is talking about.  "As for pinks - you know where are they, right?"

"I'm on it" Dae said, crossing the store to go fetch one when he made just the tiniest detour to peek over the edge of the counter.

"Dae, wait! Let her alone!" Greg didn't mean to boss him around, but when Michelle was hiding... he had to have a reason. And he didn't want anyone to invade her need for private space.

"Oh it's a /her/." Well, so far so good. Dae leaned over the counter, but didn't look down. He was soon punished for his mean behaviour though when a pale hand bapped at his arm.

"I am afraid of tall people" she explained, still using that new voice.

"Aah!" Greg squeaked in surprise. She didn't expect Michelle to just... bap him out of the blue. Though Dae kinda was asking for it this time...

"Huh-uh..." he looked back at Michelle, then back to Dae. Well, this was awkward... "I swear we weren't doing anything bad before you arrived!"

"That so." Dae stepped back from the counter, out of respect of course and not out of fear he'd get hit again. Michelle in the meantime, stayed undercover.

"Now he thinks we did" she spoke up, chuckling.

"Even if we did, it wasn't on the counter. That place is completelly clean." Greg mumbled, blushing deeply. He shook his head. "What the hell am I saying... gosh... Alright Dae, let's get done with this..."

Dae took another step back from it while Michelle was just laughing openly. "I am Sarah" she introduced herself, waving at Dae - still only showing her hand.

Greg arched one eyebrow. Why was she lying about her name? Was Dae an ex-boyfriend she'd rather forget? From what he had got to learn about him, Dae wasn't a bad guy. Perhaps she was just feeling awkward about this.  Sighing, he walked behind the counter. "Let's see... Pink, White, and Green... We've got an special offer this week Dae, you'll get to pay 10$ less if you participate in the pool."

"What's the pool?" he asked, all ears now.

Michelle was glad about Greg's company. She sat down a little more comfortable.

"Just a few questions so I know how to improve my services to the customer. Here." Greg picked up a stack of papers, and handed him one of the sheets. "Fill this up with your name, phone, then answer the questions. They're quite easy."

"Oh that's easy." Dae picked the paper to do just that, but he'd still give his two cents about customer service anyways. "How about you tell how you and Sarah met?" It may be a nice story.

"Oh, let's say... it was one night night. The stars were shining, the lights of the place were dim... we got to know each other... it was nice..." Greg left the sex out of the story because he didn't want to reveal too much. He wasn't sure how much Michelle would be OK with him revealing, after all!

"So a blind date?" Interesting. Dae was still busy to fill out the paper.

"Kind of." Greg fidgeted nervously. He looked down to Michelle. Was she ok scrunched up like that? It seemed Dae wasn't an ex after all, so... what else could be the reason why she was avoiding him?

How can you 'kind of' have a blind date? Dae would ask Greg about that closer, some other time. He assumed they got to know each other in some forum or so, for now. "Um ... okay. When Sarah got her fear covered we could ... meet with Jessie sometime. Lemme know when I can help" he said, talking over the counter to Greg's ... friend ... woman.

"Uh. That would be nice. What do you think... Sarah?" The name was foreign in his lips. He hoped Michelle would give him some explanations later.

Who was Jessie? "Yeah, sure" Michelle replied, sounding sure of herself while frowning, actually.

"Then It's settled." Greg felt his shoulders relax. Somehow, it seemed the most awkward part was over. "So... it will be 15$, as always."

And he'd shed a tear on the inside, as always. Dae handed the money over and took the two small bouquets. Jessie would be happy. And Amelia less angry, for sure. "Thanks, Greg."

"You're welcome. Anything for a friend." Greg patted gently his arm.  "Bet Jessie will love those flowers. Have a good day!"

Dae nodded at that. He wasn't ready to talk about Amelia yet. He meant to mention the last couple of times that he walked in the store, but it somehow, never fit. "See you around" he said his goodbyes. "Bye, Sarah" he didn't forget to mention, too.

"See youuu!" Greg waved at him, watching him go. He hoped things worked out for him. Dae was a really nice guy.

He looked at the spot where Michelle was hiding and knelt by her side. "Are you OK, Michelle?"

She was. But then again, she wouldn't mind some hand holding. Michelle held hers up for Greg to take. "Who's Jessie?" she wondered.

Greg held her hand and helped her up. "I think she is Dae's girlfriend. They are always together." he answered. "Why did you lie to him?"

"He hates me" Michelle replied shortly. She inched up to Greg. When they were standing next to each other, they might as well hug. Her gaze though stayed on the entrance, just checking if Dae would return any soon.

"Hate you? Why?" Greg wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her unease. Better to help her out. When they were hugging her could shield her as well, so...

"I don't know. I can think of a few ... reasons" she admit. "Maybe it's just some teenage rebellion. He knows who I am though. Better than maybe anyone else."

"What connection exists between you two?" Greg asked, raising one hand to caress her hair. Her words kept raising questions in his mind, but he was going one step at a time.

Michelle could think of a couple of lies that Greg was likely to believe when she said them. But she wanted to give this a chance. And it was hard to imagine any harm to get to her or Damien when he pet her hair like this. "He's my son. Well. When my son is going to be 10 years older, he is going to be this one. There was some fantastic timetravelling happening, I don't know. But now there's Damien ... and Dae. And he hates me. For something I did in the future, I figure, or something he found out in the future." She held Greg, too. There was an immense comfort to know he spend her company.

"Then we better work together into giving you a better future, so he doesn't hate you." Greg offered, kissing the top of her head. "I know portals and timetravelling can be crazy. But the good thing of the future is that we're still in time to change it, and create a better one, don't you think?"

That was a nice way to look at it. And deserved a kiss on the corner of Greg's jaw.

Greg blushed with her kiss. Holding her close, Greg pressed a little kiss to the tip of her nose.  Then another to her lips. "You're so lovely..."

At least Greg liked her, then. Michelle kissed him, too, her worries pushed away for now.

Greg nuzzled gently her hair. "Now we're alone... Wanna go to the private room?"

"With nobody else here, this is a private room, also" Michelle found, smiling.

"There's the risk of being caught." Greg whispered, gettig up to stand on his feet, and pulling her up with him. "Unless you don't mind that..."

"Caught? In what act ... " she wanted to know then, leaning to him so her breasts grazed his chest, " - would we be caught?"

"Oh, I don't know." Greg smirked. "We could be, huh... hugging... kissing... making out... touching each other in naughty ways... if you get what I mean..."

"No ... " Michelle shook her head, playing like she had no way what he was talking about. "What naughty ways" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent while her finger trailed over Greg's butt.

"A bit like what you're doing right now." Greg arched one eyebrow. "Or something like this too." Leaning forward, he pressed a quick kiss on her neck.

"Now that's ... in no way naughty" Michelle replied, nuzzling Greg. "That's sweet." She turned to him to kiss him, way softer than intended.

Greg smiled with her kiss. She could be so hot, and so sweet at once. It was wonderful. Almost without thinking, he pressed his body to hers. Once they parted for breath, he nuzzled her neck.   "I am going to pick up Jay from my parents' place later. I'd like you could stay the night... that way you could meet him." he whispered.

"How old was he again?" She assumed young, but she didn't know how much. Michelle slid on the counter with her legs spread.

"He just turned 2." Greg answered, leaning forward to nuzzle her chest. "It was his birthday just a few days ago."

Two. "Damien was adorable when he was two" Michelle remembered. Really, he was adorable at any given age, but with 2 ... too. "I'd love to see him. Stay with you ... " Yes, that, too. Michelle closed her eyes as he enjoyed Greg's attentions. She wrapped her foot arond him, pulling him close enough to have him feel the warmth between her legs .

"Who's Damien?" Greg asked, as he slid a hand into her panties. Gotta test the waters first, though her gesture was inviting enough - he didn't want to rush things too much.

"My child." Wow. The fact that she could say it without grabbing his hand and twisting it, making him swear on his mothers life that he would keep that to himself ... It showed the yoga classes did their magic on easing her mind up to being open. "Like ... " Oh, Greg. Michelle opened her legs more for him, giving him access to feel her. " - Dae, but younger." Dear Goodness. She was wet for him alright, but tense, too. A little worried, she looked up at Greg for guidance.

"...Oh. So Dae is your son, too? Wow." Reality just hit Greg like a truck. So he was falling in love with his friend's mother. Well, that kinda explained why she hid from him. Dae wouldn't take too well knowing he has feelings for her... Again, Michelle was protecting him.  It was so sweet from her.

"It's all good." he whispered, nuzzling her forehead as he tested her folds. So wet and nice. He began to stroke gently her clit.

"In a way." She made a vague gesture with her hand, laughing about that up until she let out a moan. Greg teased her and reassured her, and it send two kinds of warmths through her heart. Two. She used to barely feel anything, but these days, being around Greg, had helped so much. She did feel strongly, and she wanted that man. How long has it been. Michelle cupped Greg's face, leaned in and opened her mouth.

Watching her go for a kiss, Greg was more than happy to do so. He opened his mouth as well, letting his tongue caress her own the moment their lips touched. All while his fingers kept flicking and teasing her clit, as gently as he could. Truth to be told, he wanted her too. He was growing hard quickly... but they had time, all the time of the world.

"I need you, Michelle..." he whispered between kisses.

"Here." The counter? She would like that. So much so, her expression was fond as she kept looking at Greg. "I'd like to feel you" she confessed, easing up now. She remembered the last time and how considerare Greg had been, even when there was trouble. Michelle began pulling down the short black pants she wore.

Greg looked past her one second. It seemed no more customers would show up today, so... This place worked. "Here works." he assured her, and decided to unzip his pants as well. Good thing he carried a condom in his pocket, just in case. He picked it up before he slid down his boxers, letting her see he was just as excited as she was. "Now... where were we...?" he asked with a purr.

"Who cares where we were. I like where we -are- ... " Michelle said, pulling her feet up which made undressing easier. She kept her top on - all for appearance - but sat on the counter butt naked from her middle downwards. She pulled her legs together and brushed her slip down her ankle, from where it dropped to the ground. She looked up at Greg like it had been an accident, but was smirking all the same.

Greg blushed deeply at her gesture. That was so damn arousing! A rush of blood made his cock stand, even without his hands to hold it. With an erection like this, better to put on the condom already - something he did in no time.  "Me too..." he whispered, brushing her legs gently.  "Would you open up for me? Please?"

"How did you know it was the magic word?" she teased him smiling, elbows on her knees now and head rest in her hands. Her ankles shifted to the sides though, giving away her peachy entrance. She even shifted further to the edge for him. "Like so?" she asked, her eyes getting dark as she glimpsed to Greg's erection.

"Lucky guess." Greg smirked, as he lifted his hands to caress her hips. The way she was offering herself to him was more than entincing, it was almost hipnotic, a desire that was there and needed to be sated.   "Like this, it's awesome." he whispered, leaning forward to tease her folds with his hardness. So warm...

It was close to embarassing how sappily her body craved for Greg's attention. Just to test it, Michelle tried to look unimpressed - but straight away, she relaxed, her cheeks turned rosy and a tingling sensation had her know she was stepping up her game on getting wet for her -lover. Michelle folded her arms around her knees and pulled them to her even more. Greg had liked when she was tight. She kept eye contact with him and was just so very pleased with the situation. "You're welcome" she let him know.

"Hehe, I was about to say 'thank you'." Greg was so happy with this situation. Having sex in his workplace... To think he never had done such a thing before! She definitely awakened that bolder side of his. He cupped her cheek and caressed it. "Thank you, Michelle. You're the best." he whispered, before he began to slide in, very slowly, to ensure she would have time to adjust.

Michelle leaned her head on his hand and even closed her eyes for the moment. Sitting like this really increased intensity, and yes, stalled time. Both was nice. In the end, Michelle loosened up faster than the last time, even, doing it like this. "There ... " she moaned then, Greg's cock deep enough inside her now to graze her sweet spot. "'more" she allowed, wanting Greg to go deeper. Her lips parted as she kept looking at him again.

Greg decided to pull her closer, so it was easier to reach her sweet spot. Noticing how her body seemed loose and relaxed, he took that chance to make a series of slow, yet deep thrusts. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was. "Micheelle... nngh..." he whispered, covering her neck with kisses. These clothes were on the way and he couldn't kiss her chest like this! His hands tugged a little at her shirt as he kept moving. When their eyes met, he blushed lightly. What a beautiful woman she was. Almost without thinking, Greg kissed her deeply. By the gods, he adored her, he wanted her so much...

"Aaah .... " Michelle moaned loudly, breaking the kiss with that without meaning. She locked her lips with Greg's again, but again he kept thrusting just right which lead her to moan and part her lips so they just brushed against him. She loved this, though. Letting go of her knees, her hand tangled in Greg's hair to keep him with her. Kiss him and moan, she could do both. Her knees of course parted, but it was alright. She'd no longer mind when they would go fast.

If there was one way to feed Greg's fire, it was messing with his hair. In moments like this, some touches over there were the cherry on top of the cake. and being this pleased, Greg quickened the pace a bit, little by little. In the brief moments Michelle used to moan, Greg called her name in her ear, again and again, his voice husky. "Michelle... nngh... Michelle..." he whimpered, as he kept poking her g-spot.

So good. "Hah ... " Michelle panted, panting now. One of her hands had to support her on the counter as she leaned back in pleasure. "Mmmh ... " she hummed, "Amour... " Her leg caressed his side and gently, wrapped around him.

It was a good thing one of Greg's favourite subjects in school was French, because he could understand what she said. Letting out a happy noise, Greg raised one of his hands to caress her hair. "Ma chérie..." he whispered, nuzzling her neck. He didn't want to come so soon, but the heat had started to build up inside him...

What! He couldn't just ... french on her. And out of all of the things ... say ... that. Michelle's grasp softened. She pet over Greg's head. Oh that silly boy that made her so happy. Her hips moved towards him with each thrust now. Aside that, she kept squeezing him when he tried to move out. He shouldn't leave. He was quite good where he was. "Mon amour ... " she said again, more urgently this time.

"Nnghh... Aaahh....!" Greg started to pant. When she squeezed him like that, she took his breath away! Clinging to her, the young man began to move with shorter, quicker thrusts, not wanting to move too far away from her either. Faster, faster... The heat and the pressure in his cock was about to drag him to the edge. "M-Michelle... I'm going to cum...!"

"Yeah ... Deep ... " she asked him. "Oh Greg ... " She reached the edge, too. Too pleased to hold it, she relaxed around him again, only the deeper parts of her tight now. "Aaaaahh ... " Michelle whimpered while she tried to keep their hips locked, wrapping her second leg around him, too.

"MICHELLE! AAHHH!" He squeaked her name when he came, practically shaking as his cock released spurt after spurt deep into her. He kept thrusting until it was over - and only then he stopped.  They had left a mess on the counter, but oh, it was so worth it.  Greg held her close and kissed her gently, caressing her back. "Merci... Merci, ma chérie..." he whispered in her ear.

"You were not supposed to .... " she started, bt really, who cared. It felt so right and she wasn't quite done orgasming, too - her insides still pushing Greg's cock now and then. And he held her, which always made things better as well. Michelle embraced Greg in return and also had the decency to squeeze him some more, milking the last of his spare seed out of him. "Oh, Greg" she sighed, happy.

"Mmmhhh..." Greg trembled with that last squeeze. Oh, that felt so good. He barely had any strength left, but he still could pleasure, and that last bit was something really nice to feel after coming so much as he did.  "T-thank you... I... I was fairly good with French in school. Good thing it came in handy, hehehe!"

"I didn't know you'd know what I was ... " she started, but trailed off. She had no plan yet. Should they joke about it? Or - god forbid - talk? No. How about ... she'd just keep hugging him.

"I did not know. But when I heard you speaking French, well... I thought it would be polite to answer in the same language." Greg chuckled and kissed her hair. "And hey, it's fine if you're French. It's a nice country. Paris, the camembert cheese, the "Beauty and the Beast" fairytale... many good things came from there."

"Shhh ... " Michelle hushed him quietly. She didn't want to drag him into trouble. He already knew too much. Besides - that wasn't what she meant. "I liked what you called me."

"Ma chérie?" he echoed with a smile. "If you like it, I'll keep calling you that." he whispered, right before leaving a kiss on her cheek.

Oh, she did. Michelle turned her head as well and kissed Greg's chin in return. Her hold on him loosened as the fatigue kicked in and her feet lowered until she sat on the counter again, her legs still spread.

"Should I pull out? I don't want to hurt you..." Greg asked, noticing her tiredness. He rubbed gently her back, mostly to comfort her.

Michelle just nodded. It was fine and it was kind that Greg was asking.

Noticing her gesture, Greg began to slid out  slowly,  making sure she could draw some pleasure from such action. Once it was out, he raised one hand and caressed her cheek. "It's almost closing hours, too.  Shall we close the shop, pick up Jay, and go home?" he suggested. "I don't mind waiting a little more, though. Hugging you is so nice..."

Too good he was okay with that. Michelle exhaled, leaned up - and slid over the counter and leaned against Greg with her arms wrapped around him. Staying close for some time longer, that sounded about right.

Greg kept hugging her, ocassionally leaving kisses on top of her head. He had noticed how much she liked the hugging. It was one of the many cute qualities that he adored about her. He just hoped Jay didn't mind waiting a little longer.