My contribution to the Cobert Winter Fanfic Exchange 2023. My prompts were tryst / "I needed this, needed you." Genre: smut
Set somewhere around S1 in the summertime, Robert plans to take Cora out on a special rendezvous while she hopes for more than just a sweet, innocent time together. Somehow they end up in a very improper situation under the stars.
"It was not planned, and still, Cora had sensed from the start that this outcome had been inevitable. It was just one of the days she needed him more than was reasonable. She needed him, and luckily, he was there for her."
Thank you for the prompt @whydidnttheyaskcora! I hope you enjoy this chapter <3
Pink with the colour symbols of playfulness & love 💗 I basically used this prompt to write self-indulgent fluffy smut, because why not? Set just before s1e1. Terrific fun, with emphasis on fun!
if you want to send another prompt, here is the prompt list: Colour symbol prompts
My March entry for the "Year of OTP" event @yearoftheotpevent.
I chose the prompt "Make me", so basically an excuse for more COBERT SMUT... @emma-hahn Robert finally got the chance to take off Cora's knickers with his teeth lol!
Summary: As the night starts uneventfully and trouble-free, it soon turns into a more passionate night than Robert expected, but not to his chagrin. Cora and Robert enjoy a rare night without worry at Downton Abbey and lose themselves in steamy passion.
Part 1 is a one-shot from my Cobert Flufftober (prompt: simple shared nightly routines) and I added a smutty part 2 because I could. And because the more smut, the merrier. It's a lot of terrific fun, I promise. Cobert would be proud.
This new Cobert (smut) fic was inspired by a discussion with the @ Downton squad about Cobert certainly breaking some settees in the course of getting Robert ‘more active’ after his health scare. I hope you guys like this take on it.
Summary: Settees tend to be witnesses of Cora's and Robert's intimate moments of terrific fun quite often. And this doesn't stop after Robert's health scare shows the two that they're not getting younger. Basically a shameless excuse for more Cobert smut. Set somewhere at the end of season 6/after the series.
Note: No settees were harmed in the portrayed lovemaking (yet).
Thank you for the prompt :) Proceed with caution, this drabble contains light smut x
6 – chasing someone’s lips after they pull away
1904
Lord and Lady Grantham were giving a dinner party and Cora had to think about the several large dinners she had to endure without Robert when he was fighting in South Africa. Now it was already two years ago and he was back safe but her thoughts wandered back to that time every once in a while.
Every guest had arrived and they were gathered in the drawing room. Dinner would be announced soon. Cora and Robert were conversing with different guests at the moment and exchanged secret looks repeatedly. She enjoyed his attention and looked forward to some time alone with him. But that was not now. Now she had to talk to Lady Merton and it was hard to keep her attention with the dull conversation.
“You should have seen how incompetent the groom was, trying to teach the boys riding. I told Dickie we should sack him years ago, but of course he wouldn’t listen. The poor boys have such a hard time learning to ride. If Dickie would just look for another man to teach them…” Lady Merton had entered a monologue now and Cora nodded every now and then. She was rather glad that there wasn’t even a chance to respond. She wouldn’t quite know what to reply to her companion’s constant complaining.
Robert wasn’t looking her way at the moment. His chat seemed to be much more interesting than hers. Cora’s eyes wandered across the room and she noticed the butler entering and nodding at Violet.
“Let’s go over to dinner!” Violet announced and the crowd moved towards the door slowly. Lady Merton’s rambling seized but she was still by Cora’s side as they entered the hall. When she made it past the pillars, Robert caught up with her and rescued her.
“Excuse me,” he nodded at Lady Merton who now continued the way to the dining room on her own. Robert held Cora back and led her to a secluded corner when the last guests passed them. Cora wanted to remark something but he stopped her by placing his index on her parted lips. Her back was to the wall and he stepped closer. Her eyes widened.
“Now?” her lips mouthed. He nodded and his hands settled on her slender waist. She grabbed the front of his dinner jacket lightly before turning her chin up at him. Robert closed the gap and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm feeling on her lips and in her belly. However, dinner was imminent and it was only a matter of seconds before they were missed in the dining room. She pulled back and lowered her lashes. She didn’t want to see his dashing face, for she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist it. Her lowered gaze allowed Robert to approach her lips again, unnoticed this time. He pressed more firmly against her lips.
“Mmmh!” she mumbled against his lips. Her eyes shot up and she pressed against his chest. He let go.
“Robert!” she hissed. “We can’t do that right now!” she nodded in the direction of the dining room.
“They won’t see us. They’re all inside already,” he responded in a whisper, although he knew this wasn’t what she meant.
“Exactly! That’s why we need to follow; they’ll miss us soon,” she rebuked in a hushed voice and her eyes insisted. But all Robert could see was the way her face was upturned to him, the way the voluminous dark curls grazed the back of her neck.
“Just one more second,” he implored breathily. Cora’s heart pounded in her chest. God, what did he do to her? Her breathing grew heavier and with every inhale her lungs were filled with his scent. She knew there was no chance to resist him. Her gentle nod was all he needed and his lips were on hers again immediately. He pushed her back against the wall and her hands looped around his neck. His hands pressed on her hips and his lips worked fervently. His tongue lapped at her lips and her abdomen burned with heat.
“Ah…” she moaned and he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. She sucked and he explored the warm inside of her mouth. His knee pressed between her thighs and the pressure he applied was delicious. She lifted one of her legs and he hold it firm at his hip, grabbing the back of her knee. Her tongue engaged in a passionate dance with his. His hands went to the small of her back, his fingers grazed her backside and the space that had been left between them vanished completely. He pressed his loins fully into her and enjoyed the wonderful angle her lifted leg enabled. Her arms around his neck pulled with gentle force and further moans arouse from their connected mouths. She had to catch her breath as his prominent erection grew between them.
“I think that’s enough…,” she gasped and leaned her forehead against his. Her hands sank down and encircled his waist loosely. Her chest heaved up and down notably. He lowered her leg back to the floor. Both their arousals wouldn’t subside and they stayed in their tight embrace, trying to regain their composure.
“Are you able to go back now?” Cora pulled back a bit after a short while. She didn’t like to hustle but they were late already. He pushed a loose curl behind her ear and moved back from her to allow her to step away from the wall. She observed his trousers and decided it was quite safe to join the others again. She took his hand and led them to the dining room. She retreated her hand as they approached the luckily still opened door. At entering Cora noticed Violet’s unamused expression and as she took her seat, she heard the scolding note in her mother-in-law’s cough. She avoided Robert’s gaze as much as Violet’s. They were lucky that the group of guests was large enough for her mother-in-law to delay the serving of dinner long enough without arousing suspicion. But Cora knew that it would not remain without aftermath.
14 with Modern Cobert please? Love your work btw :)
Dear anon, please forgive me if this is not what you intended but I turned this prompt into a smutty one-shot… I tried to keep it T-rated, however, because it wasn’t specifically requested differently.
Thank you for your dear words <3 And feel free to request something else/something fluffy if you feel uncomfortable with this smutty fanfic (or something M-rated if that was in fact what you wanted to read) 😊 As I found out some of you enjoy the smuttier fics, I thought I might give it a try
14 – play wrestling
“Oh my gosh, that’s you!” Cora gushed, his phone in her hands.
“No, give it back!” Robert muttered.
Cora flopped down onto the hotel bed, a foolish grin on her face. She stared at his phone screen continuously. Robert shrugged off his jacket and pushed the luggage into a corner of the room with slumped shoulders. He grumbled something incomprehensible.
Cora was studying a picture Rosamund had sent. It was accompanied by a short message that read: Best wishes for my big brother! Look, you’ve been sweet once too. I hope you spend a nice day. I heard Cora planned something special… xx Rosamund
The picture showed a little two-year-old Robert, sitting on a carpet and playing with wooden bricks. He looked up into the camera with a surprised expression. He really looked sweet. But that was nothing new to Cora. His chubby face and big eyes, however, mesmerised her more than expected. She had imagined little Robert more or less like this, but she hadn’t anticipated that she wanted to cuddle that little boy tight and wrap his sandy curls around her finger so badly.
“You’re such a cutie,” she cooed and sank back deeper into the white sheets.
“Stop it, that’s not funny,” Robert rebuked grumpily. It was his birthday and Cora had planned a short trip to Edinburgh. Though, Robert questioned that they would see much of the city. It hadn’t gone amiss that she had booked a very nice suite.
“I’m not trying to be funny. It’s only the truth,” Cora remarked. Robert could only see the dark hair spread on the covers, not her face, from his position. But he didn’t want to see the grinning expression he knew was plastered on her face.
Ding. “Oh…” Cora mumbled.
“What?” he was alarmed.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Rosamund just send another photo,” Cora tried to stifle her giggles, but she did a horrible job at this.
“What photo?” he asked and stepped to the bed. She rose slightly from the soft mattress and turned the screen towards him. He blushed hard instantly.
“Give it to me!” Robert commanded. His neck was deep red now.
“Oh, Robert. It’s nothing bad,” Cora retorted and looked back at the phone again. The picture showed Robert as a toddler in a garden and he was trying to take a few steps. His back was turned to the camera, but he was looking over his shoulder with wide eyes. He was naked and the centre of the picture was his buttocks.
“Just look at that sweet bum! I’ve never seen such adorable buttocks,” Cora cooed and motioned as if to caress the buttocks on the phone. Robert couldn’t stand it.
“Stop it! Give me back my phone!” he exclaimed and kneeled down onto the bed in front of her. He extended his hand, but she pulled back until her back hit the headboard. Robert lunged forwards and she squealed giggling. She hid the phone behind her back and tried to evade his searching hands. He didn’t want to take advantage of his superior physical strength, but thought it justifiable to engage in a little game of light wrestling for the phone, that was in fact rightfully his.
“Robert!” she shrieked in a high-pitched voice as his hands brushed her ticklish sides.
“That’s not fair!” Cora exclaimed and escaped his arms by crawling underneath them. “First you must learn that there is nothing embarrassing about these pictures,” she explained, holding up the phone in front of her.
Robert tried to grab it quickly, but she pulled back instantly. He neared her slowly with a smirk on his face and she tried to decipher what he was up to. Her eyes grew wider with each movement made towards her. To Robert it seemed as if the blue in her eyes became brighter the wider they got; as if they captured ever more sunlight. She didn’t move, not knowing what his plan was. Suddenly, he lunged forwards and she pulled back surprised. The phone slid out of her hand and landed with a dull thump on the carpeted floor. She herself had reached the end of the bed and Robert pinned her down on the mattress, hovering above her. Her eyes were still wide and his face was only inches apart. His warm breath hit her cheeks and she felt the heat rising up in them. She grabbed his biceps tentatively. His hands were pressed into the mattress on both sides of her head. Cora ran her fingers over his upper arms, hoping that he, too, felt more of the romance of being this near than the former fury over the photo. She was about to search his eyes for a sign of his emotions when he crushed his lips to hers.
“Mmh…” she hummed at the firm press of his lips. Her arms sneaked around his back and she pulled him closer. She tilted her face slightly for a better access. Her tongue swept across his lower lip and he opened his mouth, sucking on her tongue instantly.
“Ah…” she moaned and Robert felt ever hotter under the collar. One of his hands slipped down between them and he rested it between her thighs on her core. She sighed at the welcome sensation. He started rubbing her gently through the material of her trousers while continuing the exploration of the inside of her mouth. She shifted her hips lightly to intensify the pleasure that build up inside her. Her hands wandered down his back until they landed on his bottom. She pressed him down until his hand was trapped between their hips. He rubbed more firmly until she writhed beneath him, and she broke the kiss, heavily breathing. She bucked her hips and whimpered lowly. Robert’s lips attached to her neck while Cora recovered from her climax.
His wet and sucking kisses demonstrated that he didn’t intend to end it there. As soon as she was able, Cora undid the buttons of his shirt and unbuckled his belt. She pushed his trousers down his hips and he kicked them off. His shirt hung loosely over his broad frame as he unzipped her jeans and freed her of her t-shirt. When he rose up a bit to pull off her shirt, he noticed that she laid precariously close to the edge of the bed. Her hair hung down onto the floor, and if she slid up just a tiny bit further, her head would be over the edge too. His hands slid underneath her shoulders and upper back to lift her up. She was confused at first but got it soon after that he sought a more comfortable position for them. She smiled at him with brimming eyes as he lowered her barely dressed body into the cushions at the upper end of the bed. Their following fervent encounter didn’t take long and they fell back into the sheets fully satisfied. It was just the prelude to his birthday present.
Cora turned to lie on her side, facing Robert. She propped her head on her hand and her other hand reached out to play with the curls on his perspiring chest. He hummed at the sensation of her soft fingertips, brushing lightly across his skin. Lazily he rolled over to lie on his side too.
“Robert?” she spoke softly. She inched closer, so that her hand was able to grab his buttocks gently. “Do you believe me now that there is nothing embarrassing about your buttocks?” her voice was soft.
His eyes snapped open at the memory of their light quarrel from before.
“Your bottom is both very sweet and very admirable,” she grinned at him and her pearly teeth were exposed.
“If you say so,” Robert relented.
“I’m very grateful for Rosamund sending these photos,” Cora resumed stroking his chest. “I hope you learn from them to not be ashamed in front of me,” she continued. Robert only nodded tiredly, knowing his wife was probably right.
