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As You Should Be - Raymond Smith

Being the girlfriend of Raymond Smith is overwhelming enough, what with his funny little habits and expectations. When suddenly you have to attend an upper class party with his boss, his bosses wife, and his very posh ex-shag, things don't exactly become easier.

A continuation of As It Should Be.

”Have you seen my cufflinks, love?”. “You put them on the dresser!”, I called back to Ray from the bathroom, as I stepped out of the shower. “No, I decided against the platinum ones. The Cartier set; have you seen it?”. I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel, and walked in to the bedroom; finding Raymond – in dress pants, a vest and an open shirt over it – rummaging through one of his accessory drawers. “You have Cartier cufflinks?”, I asked disbelievingly. He looked at me confusedly. “Yes… Why?”. “I’m… Never mind”, I said, and went over to dig out some lingerie and hose.

Raymond left the room for a few moments, while I put on my panties and bra. He returned with a glass of white wine; sneaking up behind me, and snaking an arm around my torso, to hold the glass up to my face. I leaned back against his firm shape, and grabbed the glass. He brushed his lips against the skin at the crook of my neck; giving me goosebumps and very impure thoughts of where I’d like those lips to go. “Drinking in the bedroom, now? What have I done to you?”, I smirked, and took a sip of the wine. I went to set it down on the dresser, but Ray managed to slip a coaster underneath it before the glass hit the wood. I chuckled to myself, and turned around. Ray cupped my face with his hands, and pressed his lips to mine. He pulled back slightly, and I saw him make that nervous tick he always did when something threatened his need for things being a certain way. Smiling comfortingly, I stroked his cheek. “I can drink this in the kitchen. It’s fine”, I said. “No… That’s not it”, Ray said. He gave me a hesitant look, and seemed to have to gather the nerve to continue. “I know we talked about Michael, but you haven’t met him yet… When you do, please just… He is a certain way about some things…”.

I swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling very awkward. “I’ll be on my best behaviour”, I muttered. Ray instantly wrapped his arms around me, and squeezed me tightly. “No, love… That’s not what I meant”, he enthused. “Michael is just… And then there’s Rosalind…”. Not letting him finish, I pulled myself from his grasp, and went over to put on my hose. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll try not to seem too new-money…”. I sat down on the bed, and rolled the 5 quid nylons up my leg. Ray had waited outside of H&M as I went in to get them; looking uncomfortable at being seen somewhere as lower class as there. While I wallowed in my annoyance at once again feeling like Raymond didn’t think I lived up to his standards, he quietly finished dressing; and slipped out of the room. After doing my hair and make-up – taking my time to make it just perfect, but still feeling self-conscious – I took out the beautiful dress Ray had gotten me the week before, from the wardrobe.

I brushed my fingers over my other clothes in there. Flat out telling the movers to take my IKEA-dresser to the dump, and burn it, when I’d moved in a few weeks earlier; Ray had made room for me in his own wardrobe. The patterns and fabrics of our clothes clashed, but Raymond seemed to, or pretended, not to care. Once I’d agreed to move in with him, after his love-declaration the fatefull night of the MacDonald's incident, he had wasted no time. The next day he organized for movers, and literally packed up most of my belongings himself. I was still getting used to seeing the framed picture one of my pupils had drawn of me as a giraffe, standing next to a bronze bust of some obscure Greek philosopher, on the mantle in the living room; and Ray shook his head every morning, when I made him pour my americano in to one of my novelty-mugs. We made it work, but it was still very new to the both of us.

I put on the dress, and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The woman staring back at me, was stunning, and as long as she kept her mouth shut, she would fit right in with the upper-crust people she was about to meet that evening. I put on my heels, and grabbed my purse, before walking out into the hallway. I nabbed my coat from the rack, and continued on, into the living room. Raymond was just finishing a call when I came in there. “… Right… No, only those on the list… I’ll make sure of it… See you then”. He hung up the phone, and turned around; his eyes widening when he saw me. “You look… fucking ravishing!”, he said. I let his compliment make up a bit for our former conversation, and stepped over, to let him spin me around under his arm. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to wear the shoes all night. They’re bloody killing me”, I said.

Ray chuckled, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I breathed in his delicious scent – sandalwood and expensive scotch – and let out a soft, involuntary moan. “Don’t do that, love… We have to go”, Raymond groaned. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it…”, I smirked. “You don’t know what it does to me…”. He pressed his groin against me, letting me know exactly what I was doing to him; from the feel of his hardening penis against my hip. “I could help you out…”, I said, and ran my fingertips down his tuxedo-shirt, halting just by the button of his pants. “But you’re right. We’ll be late”. Raymond slapped my bottom, as I walked away from him. “Tease…”. “Absolutely”, I said over my shoulder; and put on my coat.

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Michael and Rosalind Pearson’s house was an intimidating display of wealth, with its large windows, and the gilded railing of the stairs up to the door. As Ray got out of the car, Bunny looked back at me from the front seat, and shot me a wink. “You look lovely, miss…”, he said. “Don’t worry. They’re not that scary”. Ray reached for my hand, and helped me out of the car. He nodded solemnly at the two men stationed at the large door into the house, and held my hand up the steps. “Are we good?”, Ray asked one of the guards. “Just fine, boss. Nothing and no one illegal coming through these doors tonight”, the guard replied. “Party will be clean as a whistle”. “Good. Ros’ will have all of our bollocks, if this thing doesn’t go as planned”.

With my heart in my throat, I let Raymond lead me inside. The large foyer was already filled with guests, and dark-clad servants were carrying trays of champagne. Ray grabbed two glasses, and gave one to me. “Cheers, my love”, he said, and we clinked our glasses together. “Bottoms up”, I smiled. Taking a sip, my face screwed up in distaste. The champagne was dry beyond belief, and I looked around desperately for some water; but found none. Ray looked like he was tasting heaven. “They broke out the Bollinger!”, he said, and looked at the young woman holding the tray. “2013?”. “2012, sir”, the waitress smiled sweetly at him; making me want to shove my 5 inch heel up her probably very tight arse. “Of course”, Ray chuckled. He held out his arm for me to take it, and led me further into the room.

I looked over my shoulder at the waitress, who was very obviously enjoying the sight of Raymond’s well shaped body. I held on to him more tightly, and he looked down at me with a confused smile. “Are you alright?”, he asked. “It’s just my shoes…”, I said. “Well, they make your legs look amazing”, he hummed into my ear, before looking at a well-dressed couple near the stairs. “Humphrey and Juliette!”.

I was dragged over to greet Lord and Lady Something-or-Other, and spent the next couple of minutes nodding and smiling at a conversation I had nothing to add to. After a couple of other meet-and-greets with England’s finest, a large pair of double doors opened, and we went into what I could only describe as a ball-room. Canapés and more champagne were served, and I followed Raymond around the room like a child afraid of being lost in the supermarket. “Is this really your bosses house?”, I asked Ray quietly, as he was taking a break from schmoozing. “Yes, this is the Pearson house”, he said. “They don’t usually use this room; but Rosalind wanted to go all out for Michael’s birthday”. A live band struck up a jazzy version of Born in the USA, and I raised my brows; completely overwhelmed. “She sure did”, I muttered.

“Raymond!”, a clear female voice said. Ray instantly looked like he wanted to find a hole to dig himself inside. A smiling blonde, with perfectly coiffed hair, and a dress that looked like it came straight from a runway, made her way through the crowd. “Whatever happens within the next few minutes, remember I love you”, Ray muttered to me. I frowned in confusion. Once in front of us, the woman put a hand on Raymond’s chest, and leaned in; giving him a kiss on the cheek. “It is lovely to see you”, she tweeted. “Patricia”, Ray said, looking quite embarrassed at her overly familiar greeting. He took a half step back, to create some distance, and took my hand. “This is my…”. The woman gave me a short look. “Yes, could you fetch me another glass of champagne?”, she said, giving me a disinterested look. I cleared my throat, and smiled as friendlily as I could. “Oh, I’m not one of the servers”, I said. The woman looked at me, as if I was speaking Russian. “I don’t follow…”, she said. Deciding to give the poor socialite the benefit of the doubt, I took her hand and shook it. “Patricia, is it?”, I smiled. “It’s love to meet you. I’m…”. Patricia snatched back her hand as quickly as propriety allowed, and let her lips twitch into to what was probably supposed to resemble a smile. “As we’ve never met before, and aren’t friends; the proper way to address me, is Lady Humbleton”, she said overbearingly. “Oh…”, I squeaked. Ray put his arm around me, and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Love, the is Lady Patricia Humbleton. Her father, Lord Humbleton, is one of Michaels associates. He rents out part of his estate to us”. “Hmm”, I nodded, trying very hard to keep from exploding in anger at the look Patricia was sending him as he spoke. She was ready to jump him then and there.

“Raymond, darling. How have you been?”, she asked; not giving him a chance to properly introduce me. “I’ve thought of you so much. I wish you’d have come to Tenerife with me when I asked. We did have fun the last time we went, didn’t we?”. Ray’s face went white, and he looked down at me. Where he was white, I was quite sure my face had never been darker. “Yeah… well, I had other things to tend to”, he croaked. Patricia raised a brow at him, and winked slyly. “Well, there’s always Christmas, isn’t there…?”. Unable to handle a second longer of the encounter, I pulled at Ray’s hand. “Babe, I think I need some air. Can we…?”. “Well, that’s rude”, Patricia said. “We were having a conversation”. Ray held on firmly to my hand, and nodded at her. “We’ll catch up later”, he said.

Raymond led me to the far end of the room, finding a corner that wasn’t too crowded. “I am so very sorry, love. I didn’t know she would be here”, he said. “An ex, I presume”, I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Not exactly. More like…”, he replied, and met my eyes. “Look, I know how this looks. We were long done when you and I started up, I swear”. I took a deep breath, and nodded. “I know, I trust you… But she is…”. “A cunt”, Raymond said, trying for a smile. I raised a brow at him. “That you had your dick in”, I said. He frowned deeply. “Honestly, I’m just questioning your taste…”. He laughed softly, and pressed his lips to mine. “Not my best move, I agree”, he said. “Can we forget this happened?”. “I’ll try”, I muttered.

One of the guards who had met us by the door, came up to Ray, and whispered something in his ear. Ray sighed in annoyance, and looked at me. “I have to go handle something”, he said. “I’ll find you”. He kissed my cheek quickly, and left the room with the guard.

Keeping as close to the wall as I could, I tried to become one with the wallpaper. I was terrified that someone would come over to talk to me, and quite sure I wouldn’t be able to carry any kind of conversation with the people at the party. Absentmindedly, I took a sip of my champagne; and instantly almost gagged. As covertly as I could, I poured my drink into a large plant stood next to a painting that was probably made by some important artist from the 17’th century. “It’s rubbish, isn’t it…?”, a warm and yet sharp voice said behind me. I spun around, and looked into the eyes of a striking woman, wearing heels as long as my legs. “It’s… not good”, I admitted. The woman laughed, and nodded her head in the direction of a door in the corner. “I think I know where we can find a cold Stella. Are you in?”, she said. “Fuck yes!”, I sighed in relief, and followed her over to the door.

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We walked down a hallway, and ended up in a squeaky-clean kitchen. “Someone doesn’t cook”, I said. “Who does these days, when you’ve got just-eat?”, the woman grinned. “I think it’s in here”. She opened one of the large refrigerators, and smiled brightly, when she pulled out two bottles of beer. “Get us an opener”, she said. I searched the drawers, and found a gold plated bottle-opener. “What the…”, I muttered. The woman rolled her eyes, and shook her head; before taking it from me, and opening the bottles. “Do you want a glass?”, I asked. “Fuck it”, the woman said, and handed me my beer. We clinked our bottles together, and I took a welcome swig of beer. “Just what I needed”, I said.

I gingerly walked over to a stool by the large island. “Feet hurting?”, the woman asked. “Like hell. How do those posh cunts do it?”, I said, and looked down at her feet. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”. “No, you’re right. They are posh cunts. Just here to rub shoulders with their own kind”. I chuckled, and took off my shoes; letting my toes wiggle for a moment. “That’s not a bad idea, actually”, the woman said, and slipped out of her own heels; taking several inches of her height. She picked them up from the floor, and waved me over. “Give ‘em here”. I picked up my shoes, and went over to hand them to her. The woman opened the freezer, and threw both pair into on of the drawers inside. “What’s that for?”, I asked. “Cools them down… Makes them easier to walk around in for a little while”. She jumped up to sit on the counter, and stretched her feet. “After that, you’re fucked again… You can do it to your knickers too; for a little extra fun in the bedroom”. “Oh!”, I said, almost choking on my beer. The woman laughed out loud at my reaction.

We sat for a moment in silence, before the woman narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you enjoying yourself at this thing?”, she said. “Honestly?”, I asked. She nodded. “I have no idea what the hell I’m doing here. I came with my partner…”. “Ugh… Partner… You’re not sixty!”, the woman said. “Call him your fuck buddy”. “Well, we are living together”, I shrugged. “It’s a bit more than shagging”. The woman’s eyes lit up. “You’re Raymond’s girl!”. “Guilty”, I said, and took another sip of my beer. “I’m glad to meet you, finally”, she grinned. “And thank fuck you’re completely different than the usual mugs we’ve seen him with”. “I’m guessing a few of them have lady in front of their names”, I grunted. “There’s a few of them here tonight, actually”, she said. “Boring cunts the lot of them. I don’t know how they got on the guestlist”.

“You put them there, love”, a warm voice with a distinct American accent said. In the doorway stood a tuxedo-clad man, with a perfect smile. He walked over to the woman, and pulled her in for a warm kiss; before looking down at the beer in her hand. “The Bolly not to your taste?”. “Can’t stomach that dry shit”, the woman said. She gestured at me. “This is the girl Ray has been keeping from us”. Feeling all blood drain from my face, I took the man’s outstretched hand. “I’m Mickey. Nice to meet you”, he smiled. “Rosalind…”, the woman said, and put her arm around her husband. “I’m…”, I began.

“Boss… Lord Gathmore is looking for you”. Raymond came into the kitchen just then, and his face dropped, when he saw me; beer in hand, and bare footed. “Ray! Good of you to join us. We we’re just getting acquainted with your lovely… is it fiancée yet?”, Mickey said. “Well, no… We just…”, Ray stuttered. “I just moved in last week”, I said timidly. “Mick, make sure Ray brings this one around for dinner. She’s lovely”, Rosalind said “Really? You usually hate his girlfriends”, Mickey said bluntly. “Not this one!”. “Then she must be lovely”, Mickey smiled.

Ray looked like a handsome deer caught in headlights. Tearing himself out of his frozen state, he cleared his throat. “Gathmore wants to discuss an expansion”, he said. “I told you. No business tonight!”, Rosalind said. “I’m sorry, Ros. I tried to tell him, but you know how he gets”, Raymond said. Mickey took Rosalind’s hand, and pulled at her to follow. “Come on, love. If you go with me, we can finish this right fast”. “Fine”, Rosalind said. “Give me a second”. She went over to the freezer, and pulled both of our pairs of shoes out. She handed Ray my heels, and put on her own. “We’ll talk later, yeah?”, she smiled to me. Mickey shot me a friendly smile, and the pair left the kitchen; the picture of perfection together.

Ray looked down at my shoes in his hands for a moment, before he quietly walked over to me. I took my heels, and slipped them on. “Sorry… Didn’t mean to embarrass you”, I muttered. “No, you… Fuck”, Ray said. “I know! I said I was sorry…!”. I took a big gulp of my beer, and stomped past him; twisting my ankle as I went. Ray caught me before I hit the floor. “Ow! Bollocks…”. “Are you alright?”, he asked. “No… I hate these shoes”, I whimpered. “And I don’t know how to talk to any of the people here. Why did you bring me?”. Ray looked confusedly at me. “Because… I wanted you with me. I wanted to show you off”. “But I don’t fit in”, I said. “You were embarrassed at me just now… You told me to behave a certain way, and I just… Fuck. Can I just go home? You can go spend the rest of the night with Patricia, or someone else who knows what they’re doing here”. “No”. Ray said shortly. “I want you to stay”.

I blew out a deep breath, and limped over to sit down on the stool again. Ray walked over to me, and took my hand. “You thought I was embarrassed about you…”, he said. “Well, yes…”. Ray looked at the beer I’d set down on the counter next to me, and blinked a couple of times; his ticks making an appearance. “I was worried… But not about what they would think”, he said. “I was afraid how you would react to meeting them”. “Why?”, I asked confusedly. “Because you’re… wonderful and perfect”, Ray smiled, and kissed my knuckles. “And they’re so… well, them”. I gave him a slight smile. “I like them”, I shrugged, before meeting his eyes in earnest. “We’re you really afraid that I wouldn’t?”. “Yes… That’s why I was trying to warm you. I didn’t want you to think less of me, for working for them”. I slipped my arms around his waist, and pulled him closer. “I appreciate that you find me wonderful, but we both know I’m not perfect”, I smiled. “To me, you are”, Ray said, and caught my lips in a warm kiss. “And beautiful… and funny… and infuriatingly smart-mouthed… and sexy…”. He left a soft kiss on my lips between each statement.

His warm lips made a fire burn inside me, that I couldn’t ignore. I got to my feet, and put my lips to Ray’s ear. “Sexy enough to break all propriety, and find a dark corner to fuck my brains out in?”, I whispered. He pulled back, and looked at me; his expression stunned. “You want… here?”, he whispered. I ran my hand down his torso, and cupped his bulge. He stirred behind in his trousers. “I thought you liked it when we did things in places, we’re not supposed to…”. I gave his beginning hardness a light squeeze. “Yes, at home…”, Ray croaked. “Chicken”, I said. Raymond’s eyes darkened, and he was about to speak, when two waitresses came in to the kitchen; giggling about something. Ray took my hand, and pulled at it, for me to follow him. “This way…”, he said; his voice husky, and his body language promising something quite intriguing.

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I stumbled after him down a different hallway, and up some back stairs; the pain in my ankle forgotten by the both of us. The upstairs of the house was dark, and I could hardly see where we were going, when suddenly, Ray opened a door, and pulled me inside. We were in a library of sorts, with floor to ceiling bookcases, and large chesterfield couches and chairs. I hardly had time to enjoy my surroundings, before Ray slammed the door shut; and threw me against it. He pressed his knee between my thighs, and raised it, so that my toes could hardly reach the floor. “We don’t have a lot of time, so I’m not going to tease you”, he said. “I’m gonna make you come with my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you on that sofa over there, and you’re gonna come again. Then, if you’re good, I’m going to let you suck me off, until I come in your mouth. And you’re going to swallow… Do you understand?”. My whole body was shivering in anticipation. “Uh huh…”, I croaked. “I want you to repeat what I said”, Ray demanded. “Mouth; sofa; swallow”, I said. A smile ghosted Raymond’s otherwise stern expression. “Good girl”. Quickly, he raised the skirt of my dress, and made me step out of my shoes. I gasped when he tore open my pantyhose, and ripped them from my body. “Ray!”, I exclaimed. Raymond ignored me, and tugged at my panties; getting them down my legs, and making me step out of them as well.

Before I knew what happened, Ray had lifted the leg of my bad ankle over his shoulder; and his mouth latched on to my clit. I had to hold on to his head to keep from falling, as he began suckling at me – as promised – without teasing. Ray had one goal, and that was to make me come undone. His beard tickling and scratching against the sensitive skin between my legs, along with the ferocious flicking of his tongue against my clit, soon had me convinced that I was flying. Raymond leaned back, and looked up at me; before – with a smirk – slapping his fingers hard against my clit. I instantly jolted in what felt like an electrical shock of pleasure. “Again…”, I croaked. Ray smirked, and gave my nub another slap. I cried out raggedly, and almost fell over. Ray caught me by the waist, and made me stand up again; before diving back in to his feast. He thrusted two fingers into me, and moved them quickly against my front wall. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he lapped his tongue over it softly; as if trying to soothe the stinging of his former slaps. It was an intensely pleasurable contradiction to have his strong fingers thrusting against my g-spot; and at the same time feeling the soft ministrations of his tongue. I was riding on the perfect wave towards my inevitable climax, and took short panting breaths. I saw the light at the end of the pleasure-tunnel, and was about to fall over the edge; when Ray pulled back again, and gave my clit one last hard slap. I cried out and instantly unfurled; my walls clenching around Ray’s still moving fingers. “There’s my perfect, good girl”, Ray chuckled. He got to his feet, and caught me in his arms. He wiped away a stray tear from my eye. “Now, what’s next?”. “Sof… sofa”, I whimpered.

Ray gave me a bruising kiss, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue; before – with a firm grab of my waist – almost carrying me over to the sofa. He turned me around, so that my back was to his chest, gave my neck a light peck; before he pushed me forwards, over the backrest of the chesterfield. I managed to brace myself with my hands, as my butt was raised in the air; perfectly poised for Raymond to land a hard spank to it. I yelped, and scowled over my shoulder at him. “Couldn’t help myself”, he smirked; while beginning to pull up the skirt of my dress. “Mean…”, I pouted. Ray chuckled, and began opening his pants. “Eyes front, darling”, he ordered. “But…”, I began. He took a firm hold of my neck, and forced my head forwards. “I said; eyes front!”, he said. I heard rustling of clothes, and soon I felt the head of Ray’s erection sliding up and down my folds, to get ready to penetrate me. “You also said, no teasing”, I huffed, and tried to move backwards to meet him. Another sharp slap to my now bare rump, made me stand still. “Do you want it? Do you want me to fuck you in my boss’s library, while England’s finest lords and ladies kiss each other’s arses downstairs?”. I smiled to myself, feeling everything in my body screaming for more. “I don’t care if the Queen herself was seated on this sofa watching us; I want you inside me!”.

Suddenly, that’s where he was. Ray had pushed into me with a ragged groan, and immediately began thrusting hard and fast. I kept my back perfectly arched for him, but apparently that wasn’t enough, because he grabbed a hold of my hair, and pulled it; making my back curve even further. Placing a foot between mine, Ray kicked my legs further apart; to be able to thrust even deep in to me. Every ridge and vein on his girthy cock teased against my opening as he moved; and I felt him bump against the very deepest part of me, my cervix almost in agony at the beating it was taking. I held my tongue, not wanting to disturb the concentration of the sex-monster currently fucking me in to oblivion. I couldn’t help but let out an oof, when Raymond pulled out almost all the way, and them slammed back inside me. “Who’s the chicken now, babe?”, he laughed behind me. “Don’t stop”, I panted. “I won’t. I made a plan; remember?”. He moved his free hand down my spine, and his thumb traveled between my cheeks; probing at my tight ring of muscle. “Speaking of plans… Someday, my love…”, he growled. “Is that a promise?”, I rasped. He pushed his finger inside me; down to the knuckle. I gasped at the sensation. “Promise… threat… Call it what you want”, he said. “I’ll own this perfect little hole”. “Can’t wait…”, I squeaked.

Ray began moving his finger back and forth, following the rhythm of his penis. My knees began buckling, and my second orgasm began building. “Ray… I’m going to…”. “Yes you are”, he grunted, and let go of my hair. He snaked his now free hand in front of me, and began tapping at my sensitive clit. Someone let out a long mewling sounds, and I realized it was myself, as my climax washed over me; and I came with a gusto. As I was once again clenching around him, Ray’s breath became strained; and I felt the telltale tightening of his balls as they slapped against my clit while he fucked me. “Mouth…”, I whimpered. “You think you’ve been good enough?”, he rasped. “Yes, please…”, I said, craving the trophy of him in my mouth. I wanted nothing but to please him like he had me.

Pulling out of me, Ray then grabbed my arm, and pulled me up from over the backrest of the sofa. With a firm hand on the back of my neck, he pulled me in for another deep kiss. As our tongues explored each other, I lowered my hand, and took a hold of his erection; stroking his warm girthy, length – still slick from my juices. I loved Ray’s cock. It was able to bring me hours of pleasure, and had the uncanny ability to make me smile in glee, whenever I saw it. Every morning since I’d moved in, I’d woken to it poking at my behind, as Raymond stirred in his sleep. I loved waking him up, by snaking my hand behind me, and taking a hold of it; gently stroking it to full hardness; before I’d hear him chuckle behind me, and I was flipped over so he could get between my legs and reward me for my ministrations; drawing sweet moans from my lips as he rutted in to me.

This time, there was no gentleness to how he was using it. He thrusted hard in to my hand a couple of times while we kissed; before he roughly pulled me away from his lips. “Knees”, he ordered, and pushed me down to kneel in front of him. “Open”. My whole body was still quaking from my two orgasms, and it was with bated breath and a slack jaw, that I opened my lips; before Ray grabbed himself, and put himself in my mouth. I let out a whimper as I looked up at him through my lashes. “You’re making it very hard for me not to let myself go”. “Oh, please!”, I mumbled around him, and sucked him further in; beginning to move my head back and forth. I wanted him to take what he wanted from me. Ray quickly caught on to my pleading expression, and grinned at me; before putting his hands on either side of me, and beginning to thrust into my wanting mouth. “Fuck, darling. That’s perfect…”, he grunted. “Mhmm!”, I mumbled. I moved my tongue as much as I could as he moved, trying to stroke and massage him with it. As he pushed himself as deep into my mouth as I could take him, I gagged slightly; feeling a few stray tears leave my eyes. Ray smiled softly down at me, and wiped them away with his thumbs; not for a second letting up his thrusting. I smiled back at him with my eyes, and hummed around him. Already close to finishing when he’d been inside me earlier, Raymond soon let out a loud groan, and spilled himself in my mouth. “Fuck…”, he said, drawing out the word, and carefully pulling himself out from between my lips. His cum was resting on my tongue, and I swallowed with a sweet smile. Ray stroked my cheeks, and chuckled at me. “You said I could swallow if I was good”, I said. “You were, my love”, he said, and pulled me to my feet. He kissed my lips gently. “You were indeed… In fact…”. He looked at his golden Omega watch, and smirked to himself. “I believe we have time for one more…”.

Faster than I’d ever seen him move before, Raymond had turned me around; and while he held me to his chest with his left arm, his right hand dove under my dress, and began ferociously stroking back and forth over my still soaking folds. My clit was beginning to get overstimulated, and I began letting out sobs; wanting him to stop, and wanting him to keep going. It was rapid and intense; and Ray’s soft and strong hands had me throw my arms behind me, to hold on to him, as my third orgasm of the evening exploded through me. “Oh, fuck!”, I mewled. “That’s it, darling. Ride it out…”, Ray breathed, as I gyrated my hips to meet his movements. My knees gave, and he finally relented; catching me before I fell. “Breathe, love… I’ve got you”. I took a few moments to regain my breath, while Ray held me close; stroking my hair, and whispering encouraging compliments. His soft lips against my ear, and his warm breath were like caresses on my flushed skin. “I love you…”, he whispered. “I love you too”, I rasped, and looked up at him.

The sounds of footsteps outside had us quickly putting our clothes back in order. Raymond handed me my panties, and I managed to get them on, and look presentable, by the time the door opened. The guard who had pulled Ray away earlier stepped inside. He looked between us, and must have seen my flustered expression, because his eyes fell to the floor; where my shoes were lying. He cleared his throat, and picked them up; handing them to me. “Uhm… Mrs. Pearson is looking for you, boss. It’s time for the present”. “Right!”, Ray said. Whereas I was all burning cheeks and uneven bra-straps, he was back to his usual cool, gentleman demeanor; in complete control of himself, and the situation. I slipped on my heels, and brushed invisible lint off my dress. Raymond stepped over to me, and put his hand on my lower back. “Come”.

The pain in my ankle had returned, and I limped along side my lover; all the way to the grand staircase. “Ow. Fuck!”, I hissed, once I took the first step. Ray frowned, and crouched down; patting my calves. “Off”, he said, and gently lifted my feet out of my shoes. “But…”, I tried. Ray picked up my shoes, and handed them to the guard; who had followed behind us. “Put these in my car”, Ray said. The guard scuttered off, and Raymond looked at me. “I don’t care how great your legs look in those things; I’m not letting you walk around in pain”. He leaned in, and gave me a short kiss on the cheek.

On bare feet, I followed Ray down the stairs, and back into the large ball room. He grabbed a couple of glasses of a passing waitress’ tray, and handed one to me. “Moet. It’s sweeter. You will like it”. “How do you know, without tasting it?”, I asked. “The color”, Raymond said, as if confused that I could even ask. “Of course”, I muttered, and took a sip. He’d been right; the drink was delicious, and I began relaxing next to him.

“Raymond!”, Patricia called out from behind us. I felt myself tense up, and heard Ray sigh. The couture-clad lady Humbleton strode over to us, with a wide grin on her lips. “Patricia; I need to…”. “I spoke to daddy, and he says you’re very welcome for Christmas”, she said. “It’s right in the middle of pheasant-season as well; so, we will be able to hunt. Isn’t that marvelous?”. “I’m not…”, Ray tried. “And I was thinking, that on boxing-day, you and I could take a drive up north; like we did two years ago. Remember?”. She smiled at him suggestively, and ran well manicured finger down his lapel. “Those three nights in Edinburgh… We didn’t get much sleep, did we…?”.

A devil took me over at that moment. Lady or no lady, Patricia was being a right slag, and I decided to tell her to her face. “Right, that’s it”, I said, and gave her a hard look. “Patricia… It seems your noble upbringing and expensive education has done nothing to keep you from being a bad-mannered cunt”. Ray looked at me with wide eyes; while Patricia’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me? Do you know who you’re speaking to?”. “I do. I’m talking to the bitch whose spent every second since I came here, trying to chat up my man”, I said. “That stops now, because this is how your Christmas is going to go. You are going to go home to mummy and daddy’s cold old estate, with some boring lord or another; who is too afraid to tell his own inbred and narrowminded family, that he is in fact gay, and is only with you, to avoid suspicion… So, no. Ray won’t be going with you to Edinburgh on boxing day. He will be busy, being balls deep in me; actually enjoying himself with the woman he loves. Now… fuck off”.

Patricia looked as if I’d slapped her across the face, which I wasn’t far off from doing. “I’m going to call for security!”, she said. “You clearly don’t belong here, among good society!”. “Oh, fuck off, Patsy”, Rosalind said, having appeared next to me. “No one here can’t count themselves as good society. They’re all living off the profits of illegal drugs”. “Rosalind, you cannot allow this… woman to speak to your guests like that!”, Patricia exclaimed. Both Ray and I scowled at her tone when she said woman. It sounded more like she wanted to say prostitute, or rat. “She is a guest. You’re a necessary evil, love”, Rosalind said. Patricia gasped audibly. “I’m telling my father about this. He will end his business with your husband immediately”. “Mickey paid for those knock-off Jimmy Choos”, Rosalind said, gazing down at Patricia’s feet. Patricia stormed off in a rageful huff, and Rosalind shook her head. “Sorry about that”, Rosalind said. “I think she might have silver poisoning to her brain, from that spoon she’s been sucking on”. “Silver plated”, Raymond muttered.

We looked over in the direction lady Humbleton had gone, and saw her speaking angrily to an older gentleman. The man moved his hands in a calming gesture, and seemed to be giving Patricia anything but the answer she wanted. “Daddy!”, she nearly screamed, and stomped her foot like a 5-yearold. The man took her arm, and pulled her out of the room; as if she was a naughty child.

I laughed to myself, before suddenly realizing what had just happened. I looked at Rosalind in horror. “I’m so sorry! That was completely out of line!”, I enthused. “Ah, fuck it. About time someone put her in her place”, our hostess shrugged, before looking at Raymond. “Ray, present time…”. Ray was still shaking himself out of the stupor of what had just happened, before nodding. “I’ll go get it”, he said, and squeezed my hand, before slipping away into the crowd. Rosalind smiled brightly at me. “Come on. I’m about to make my husband cry in joy”. I shook my head and gave her a confused laugh, as I followed her through the house, to the front door.

The crowd of guests had gathered in the front yard, and around the driveway. I went to stand off to the side, but Rosalind grabbed my arm, and made me stay right by the front steps. “Stay here, with friends and family”, she smiled, before slipping back inside; and coming back moments later, hand in hand with Mickey. Michael was grinning brightly, as he ascended the stairs with his wife. “What is this, Ros’?”, he said. “Just a little something…”, Rosalind smirked, and looked down the driveway.

The roar of an engine came from down the road, and suddenly, Raymond drove up to the house in a beautiful, bright red, classic convertible. He parked in front of the steps, got out, and threw the keys at Michael, who caught them with a flabbergasted expression. “You didn’t…”, he croaked. “I did”, Rosalind said. Michaels eyes watered, and he almost stumbled down the steps. “Is this…?”. “A 1957 Thunderbird. Left side driven. Just like…”, Rosalind said. “The one my gramps used to drive…”. Michael grabbed the sides of his wife’s face, and gave her a deep kiss, to the applause of all the guests.

I stood there, barefooted, clapping right along, when a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, and Ray pressed a kiss to my temple. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mickey cry”, he said. “She knows him well. The perfect woman for her partner”, I smiled, receiving a low hum in response. I looked over my shoulder at Ray. “Yeah, you are”, he whispered. I felt my cheeks flush, and turned around, to hide my face in his embrace. His warm breath hit my ear. “I love you”. “Love you too”, I squeaked.

Someone cleared their throat behind me, and I turned to face Rosalind, who was holding out a sheer piece of fabric. “You forgot something in the library”, she said, as I took my shredded pair of nylons from her. Ray looked completely mortified. “Oops”, I said, stifling a grin. Rosalind winked at me. “You’re fun… Let’s get pissed together some day, yeah?”. “Stella’s… Any time”, I replied with a smile. Rosalind went to get in the passenger seat of her husband’s new toy, and they went to take it for a short test run; as their guests waved them off.

Ray took the nylons from me, and stuffed them into his pocket; before taking his suit jacket off, and wraping it over my shoulders, to warm me in the chilly evening. “Don’t ever think you don’t fit in to this world. You are just as you should be”, he said, and our lips locked in a deep kiss.

THE END

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Brushing up on my Geordie slang. Ray… Ray’s Geordie, right? Kinda just want an excuse for him to use “bairn” as a pet name.

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Raymond Smith x Reader-The Perfect Distraction

I saw his demeanor change instantly when my dressing gown landed on his desk, within seconds, his eyes were on me giving me that look. A look that I’d so missed seeing. His crystal blue eyes were wide with lust as he gazed at my body. Just the way he looked at me was enough to make me feel like a goddess. Maybe it was that, that gave me the confidence to do what I did next...

Raymond Smith has been the love of my life for the best part of a decade; we’ve been through so many ups and downs together and we’ve always managed to get through them. But lately we just seemed to be stuck. Work seemed to be taking over both of our lives lately, when I was free he was running an errand for Mickey, helping him out with some ‘totally legal’ deal, or locked up in his office working his way through a stack of papers. On the rare occasions he was free, I was working and on the even rarer days where we were both actually free, something would come up with one us, whether it be family, Mickey or Roz, or we’d just both be too exhausted to do anything else other than sleep.

Tonight was just another one of those nights where Ray had planned on doing nothing else except the paperwork that was infront of him. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight, I was going to give Ray a distraction he couldn’t say no to.

I’d been planning this all week, I knew Fridays were normally the days he caught up with all the paperwork that had piled up during the week. I’d gone shopping and bought this perfect little lace lingerie set; one that I knew would get Rays pulse racing.

I was dressed in my silk black dressing gown, it was the one Ray got me for our last anniversary but under it...that was something he’d hadn’t seen on me in a long time. I couldn’t remember the last time I actually wore a lingerie set like this but now that I was, I loved it. I loved feeling sexy. But as I approached the wooden door to his office, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me; the worst possible thoughts filling my head. That maybe after a decade of being together, he just wasn’t into me anymore...that thought was enough to break my heart. I loved Ray and I couldn’t imagine my world without him. So with that thought in mind, I quietly pushed the door open to see Ray at his desk with papers surrounding him.

“Ray” I cooed as I slid inside the room, the breeze from the open window making me shiver slightly as I closed the door behind me.

“Sweetheart I’m a bit busy right now” Ray mumbled, keeping his eyes locked onto the paperwork infornt of him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you...” I whispered as I slowly undid the belt of the dressing gown, like unwrapping a bow on christmas day.

“Y/n/n, you know I hate surprises,” he sighed, still keeping his eyes glued to the paperwork. I couldn’t help the small smirk that came across my face as I let the thin silk fabric fall off my shoulders before bundling the thin fabric in my hands.

“Well I think you’ll really like this one,” I whispered seductively, throwing the silk material onto his desk.

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Be good

Good morning y’all :)

So instead of working on parts of the other fics I’ve written I decided to write a new one. Hopefully I’ll have the other parts to A Year and Retribution done soon! Charlie Hunnam is one of the men I spend way too much time thinking about.

About 1,500 words

Pairing: Raymond Smith x Black female reader

Warnings: Smut! with a little bit of fluff, needy reader

Summary: Reader wants to help Ray relieve some stress, but she’s going to have to wait until he’s done working.

You knocked softly on his office door before peaking your head in, “Ray, can I come in?”.

“Yes angel,” he said shifting his glasses before smiling up at you from his desk.

You shuffled into the room with a book and a highlighter and settled into the couch across from his desk. You tucked in your legs under you giving Ray a peak of your leather garter belt under your long t-shirt. You ignored the intense stare you know he was giving you and sunk even deeper into the couch. “Get back to work love,” you said before pulling the tip of the highlighter between your teeth and opening your book.

Michael, who somehow managed to be his boss and his best friend, was running him dry with new targets he thought could get in the way of his retirement. So you were determined to let him finish whatever he was doing on his laptop before you run him dry. Through your eyelashes, you watched him loosen his tie and undo the first few buttons of his shirt. That’s all it took to have you squeezing your thighs together before looking back down at your book. Half an hour later you were laid out on the couch, fighting against your heavy eyelids.

You took your fresh box braids out of the bun you tucked them in before you left for work that morning. You had to wrestle out of Ray’s arms to get into the shower and lock the door to keep him out. You were already running late when he pulled you into the kitchen “for breakfast”. He bent you over the counter and made you cum on his tongue three times before you pried yourself out of his hands and ran out the door.

Your mouth let out a whimper before your mind could stop it. You froze, feeling his eyes on you. You cleared your throat and sat up, working your hands into your hair. You shuddered as you massaged your scalp trying to ease the dull ache. Your hands went from rubbing your scalp to rubbing the back of your neck, then your chest, looking for any kind of friction. You took a deep breath before squeezing your thighs together again, your mind already hazy at the thought of his beard between your legs. You had a long day at work and just wanted him to hold you, but you also wanted tonight to be about him. So, you had a plan.

“Angel,” he said, bringing you out of your mind. “Come here.”

You chewed on your lip before slowly walking behind his desk. He pulled up your t-shirt, exposing the lower half of your body to him. “Was this in the box that came for you today?” you nodded. He looked up at you with glossy eyes before taking a deep breath and pushing himself away from his desk.

“Sit,” he said tugging you towards him. “No baby. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to distract you. I can wait until you’re done,” you replied, holding onto his wrist.

“Angel, I won’t tell you again. Are you going to be good for me?” he asked, rubbing small circles into your hips. You nodded again before he pulled you into his lap. “Please baby, I just wanna make you feel good,” you whined, palming the bulge in his pants.

“Go ahead, take it,” he grunted. You tugged at his zipper and pulled his member out of his underwear, your mouth watering at the sight. He choked on nothing but air when you spit on his dick, rubbing the spittle up and down his shaft. You stood up to get on your knees before his hands roughly pulled you back onto his lab. “Look at you angel, so eager to take my dick. Do you want me to fuck your throat?” He chuckled at your desperate response, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “I want that too but right now I just want you to sit. If you’re a good girl I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You shuddered at the thought of him edging you all night. You know that it would start with edging and end with paralyzing orgasms. Your legs were already trembling, you won’t make it through the night if you act up now. You whined as he pulled your thong to the side and eased you onto his member. His shallow grunts on your neck made you clench around him. “You’re going to be the death of me angel,” he growled. “Don’t move,” he said landing a loud smack on your ass.

Your eyes couldn’t help but roll back when he bottomed out into you. You bit your lip until you tasted iron. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling at his scalp. “I want you to make yourself come with your fingers only.”

You practically wept at his demand. You snaked your hand down to your clit and started rubbing frantically. You couldn’t help the little moans that escaped your mouth as your pussy instinctively clenched around him. You felt your climax quickly approaching. Looks like now is as good a time as any to act up a little bit. You planted open-mouthed kissed up his neck then harshly pulled on his golden stands before sucking his earlobe into your mouth. He tightened his grip on your hips and gave your ass a harder slap. You recklessly bucked your hips as your climax hit you like a train.

In an instant, you heard his laptop hit the floor and your back took up the space it held. He furiously bucked his hips into you instantly pulling another orgasm out you. His pace was so unforgiving you could barely focus on staying awake. He flipped you onto your stomach before burying himself into you. One hand was gripping your ass as the other collected your braids into his fist and pulled you against him. He moaned into your ear and you sobbed as you felt the coil deep within you snap again. He slid his hand between your thighs and viciously toyed with your clit. You were basically vibrating against him. You knew he was close when he started wildly bucking into your hips. But he wasn’t gonna let himself cum until he brought another one out of you. You forced your hips back into his and screeched through your climax. As soon as he let your body rest against his desk, your vision went black.

He scooped you up into his arms and carried you into his bedroom. You let your eyes open when he placed you on the bed. You smiled taking in his still fully dressed form. So much for your plan.

“You okay angel? I wasn’t too rough was I?” He asked massaging the base of your neck. “If anyone was pulling too tight it was me. That was so so good,” you muttered with a lazy grin. You sat up and dragged him into you to kiss him, letting his tongue explore your mouth before you fell back on the pillow.

He went to the bathroom to clean himself off before returning with a small towel for you. He came out of the bathroom with his hair tucked into a bun and sweats hanging on his waist. He lifted your head and collected your loose braids into a ponytail, twisting them back into the bun. Then he took your scarf off the dresser and wrapped it around your hair into a sloppy knot. When he met your eyes to see the look you were giving him his cheeks turned deep red. “What?” he chuckled. “When’d you learn how to do that?” you ask sitting up on your elbows. “What, tie a scarf? I watch you do it every day, it’s easy,” he muttered rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever white boy. Thank you. You always take care of me,” you said picking at his fingers. “Yeah, whatever,” he replied lacing his fingers with yours. His big blue eyes searched your tired ones for the words you are both still too scared to say. So you just sat like that for a few moments.

“Are you gonna use that towel or what? It’s soaking up the sheets,” you said teasingly. He let out a fake groan before moving to lift your shirt. He unlooped the buckles of your garter belt and slid it down your thighs. He slowly slid your thong down your thighs and spread your knees apart. He looked at the towel he brought out of the bathroom before looking back up at your sleepy form. He threw the towel over his shoulder before coming down between your legs. He placed your thighs over his shoulders and lifted your hips up to his mouth. He smiled as you stirred above him before spitting onto your pussy. He spread his spit over your lips with his tongue before liking up to your clit. You gasped out of your sleep before moaning at the sight in front of you. It was rude of you to leave this morning when he wasn’t done with you. Now he’s going to take his time and there’s nothing you can do about it.

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yikeswtfmate · 4 years

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Strange Times || Ch. 1

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Summary: Mickey Pearson sends Raymond to fetch his sister from the airport. He’s never met this woman, but he soon finds out she likes to play with her food first.

Pairing: Raymond (Charlie Hunnam - The Gentlemen, 2020) x Reader

Warnings: swearing; sexual themes; mentions of violence

A/N: Here it is my lovelies, the fic i’ve been telling you about with Charlie Hunnam’s character whom i fell in love with (it’s the beard....and the glasses....and the hair....and the suits......and the whole righthand to a drug lord thing maybe?). I’m still unsure about posting it here because it’s a different type of Reader that i’m used to write (maybe i’ll just switch her to an OC) and it’s not Bonky. So please let me know what you think and whether i should post the next parts as well (it’s already 5k long) but if you don’t like it, this is a “felt cute might delete later” type of situation so no harm no foul. And for those of you who haven’t seen the movie yet, slight spoliers ahead!

The office is quiet, save for the scratching of a pen on paper and the ticking of a clock that is starting to irritate Raymond to no end. He’s been meaning to either throw it out or switch it with the one that is in the living room, but he knows how his boss would not appreciate the disposal of a five thousand pound clock plated in gold. Raymond personally thinks it’s tacky, but it’s Mickey’s house after all, and he should be concentrating on sorting out the logistics for that shipment that’s supposed to go out to Italy anyway. He turns back to his laptop, intent on fulfilling his responsibilities for the day, when Mickey stops writing behind him and clears his throat, demanding his attention.

“Raymond, I need you to go to the airport tomorrow.”

Ray stands up from his chair at the desk and moves to the table in the middle of the receiving room. He’s learned all of Mickey’s tells during the ten years he’s been his righthand man, and when he stops sorting out his agenda to pour himself a cup of tea, Ray knows he needs to stand to attention.

“Any reason in particular?”

“I need you to pick up my sister and bring her to the estate.”

“Your sister?” Ray is utterly confused, mainly for the fact that this would be the very first time he’ll be meeting this woman.

He was aware that Mickey had a sister back in the States, but even though he knows every aspect of Mickey’s life inside and out, this elusive woman is his boss’ best kept secret. He’s unsure whether it’s just brotherly protectiveness, pure paranoia at the prospect of their enemies finding out there’s still another weak link next to Rosalind, or it’s simply the fact that Mickey doesn’t want to talk about his family back home.

He’s heard she’s been studying for a degree in business at Wharton, but he doesn’t know what to expect, for all the odd comments Mickey and Rosalind make about her when they think he’s not listening. One thing he’s completely certain of, however, is how much Mickey looks after her, considering the sizeable amounts of money that are going into her bank account every month.

Mickey raises an eyebrow over his teacup. “I don’t see why you’re acting as if you didn’t know I have a goddamn sister, Ray.”

Raymond shrugs, deciding that it’s best if he won’t tick off his boss at the moment. He’s been on edge ever since the whole debacle with Matthew Berger and Fletcher went down. Mickey’s decided to hold off his retirement plans until someone comes along with a better offer (preferably none of Lord George’s minions though), so he hasn’t only been stressed about maintaining the value of the goods, but also pissed off that he couldn’t just drink whiskey unperturbed all day in a countryside manor.

“I’ve sent you all the details you need. Don’t be late, I don’t want her left unsupervised for too long.”

Raymond nods, eager to go back to his laptop. It’s time for homework, and there’s nothing he love more than information.

“And Ray?” He turns back to Mickey, but the man’s just looking out the window, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Be careful.”

“Of course, boss. I’ll treat her like a princess.”

“It’s not her I’m worried about, you moron.” He says with a frown. “I meant you. She likes to play with her food first.”

The private jet should be a surprise, but when you’re in the line of business Raymond is in, he’s practically seen it all. The charcoal trench coat he’s wearing today is flapping in the whirl of wind so it’s a good thing he foregone the machine gun in favour of an inconspicuous handgun. He’s almost certain nothing would come up on their way from Heathrow to Oxfordshire, but he made sure David fully stocked the car before they left, just in case.

He’s waiting patiently in front of the car, lighting a cigarette, while he watches the airport’s employees fuss around the plane. The airstair is released and Ray stands up from leaning against the car. The smoke that he exhales blind him for a second, but he still needs to blink three more times to assure himself he’s not fucking hallucinating when a woman that he can only assume is Y/N Pearson steps off the plane. She drags a hand through her long curls, moving her head from side to side in what must only be slow motion. Her heels click on the pavement as she makes her way towards him, and Raymond smiles involuntarily.

“I see the money’s been treating you well, Raymond. Although I have to admit, I kind of miss the long hair.” She says before Ray can utter a word. She places a manicured finger under his chin, closing his mouth, kissing his cheek with a smack. “You don’t remember me, do you?” Her eyes are patient, as if exhausted after explaining a child the same exact thing for the past hour. “We’ve met fourteen years ago, when Mickey expanded the business to five farms. You were only an errand boy then, remember? Granted, I was only fourteen at that time, a gangly little thing with braces, of course you don’t remember me.”

Raymond’s mind flashes to a vague memory of a girl in a sequinted t-shirt, a choker that could only be worn with so much seriousness by a teenager, and boots with fur, mated in English mud. She blushed to the roots of her hair when he asked her if she knew by any chance where Mr Pearson was, having to deliver a parcel to him personally. She just pointed with a black fingernail towards her left and squeaked something unintelligible before ducking her head and running in the other direction.

“Ah, there he goes.” She sing-songs as she watches his eyes shift in recognition all over her, but there’s nothing left of her teenage self, having grown into her body, comfortable in her skin, confidence built up with precision and care, together with an appropriate, if rather extravagant fashion sense.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.” He says, realising that he sounds like a cliché when she rolls her eyes.

“Right, that’s what happens in life, honey. Can we please go? We can exchange pleasantries in the car, this wind is ruining my hair.”

Raymond keeps the door open for her, nodding to David who just finished loading the trunk with her luggage and he hops in the backseat next to her.

“I hope we’re stopping for lunch on our way.” She warns. “I’m starving and I couldn’t eat anything since I woke up because of those stupid turbulences.”

“Mickey is expecting us to be there in an hour.” He responds cautiously.

“Mickey can go fuck himself. I want a pizza and I haven’t been to Zizzi in a long time, so you better take me there, Raymond, or I’ll just ask David to kindly move to the passenger seat.”

The man in question looks at Ray in the rear view mirror, awaiting instructions. Ray sighs and nods once again, now starting to realise why his boss felt the need to warn him in regard to his sister. He hopes he won’t have to deal with her for long after she’s safely delivered to Mickey, because for all her beauty, she’s starting to piss him off.

“Oh, don’t look so glum.” She chides, after a few minutes of him plainly ignoring her. “I’m good company, I promise. I’m just cranky because I’m hungry. I’m hangry, Ray. I just need you to feed me.” She flutters her eyelashes, and she rests her hand on his thigh, purposefully ticking him off.

Ray shifts in his seat, trying to put as much distance between them, to which she just scoffs and rolls her eyes. This woman is dangerous, and for all his sinful thoughts that have been going through his mind ever since he laid eyes on her, Ray has to remind himself that this is his boss’ little sister, little as in eleven years younger for fuck’s sake. He’s positively sure that if he even lays a finger on her, his balls would be cut off and fed to the hunting dogs.

They finally stop after a short silent trip, and he helps Y/N into the fairy lit restaurant, leaving David posted in front of the car. He hopes there will be no more trouble like last time, having had his share of adventures for the goddamn decade.

Holding a chair for her, Ray waits for Y/N to take off her coat, and now he suddenly feels the need to swallow hard, as he rakes his eyes over her body. She’s wearing a leather skirt that is too tight to possibly be comfortable, but long enough to almost meet her knee high boots; her sweater is thick, appropriate for the cold January weather in the south of England, yet Raymond can’t help but wonder if her nipples are as perfect as her lips. Speaking of which, they curl up in a patient yet satisfied smile, a raised eyebrow that wants to show him she’s merely allowing him to inspect her so blatantly.

After she orders her pizza and Ray asks for a glass of water, clearly showing his disapproval for this unexpected stop. He can feel a nudge on his shin and she smiles at him in a way that he can only describe as charitable.

“You know, I’ve had the biggest crush on you back then.” She says and Ray chokes on his water. “It’s true. You were this tall rugged man with long hair that I wouldn’t have known what to do with then, but would definitely know how to handle now.” She smirks, while Ray raises an eyebrow, silently asking her to stop talking. Mainly because his imagination is starting to go haywire. “The beard suits you. But I kept thinking about licking your jaw all the way here so it’s a shame really that I can’t now. Those were some long 8 hours, Ray, I had to occupy myself somehow.”

“Y/N, you should really stop talking.” Ray would give himself a pat on the back for all the restraint he’s showing at the moment. There’s nothing he would like more than to shove her in one of the bathroom stalls and have his way with her, and by the look in her eyes, she knows exactly what he’s thinking so she’s relentless.

“Why? Afraid Mickey would disapprove? I thought you were a big boy, Ray, who doesn’t have to ask permission.”

“It’s not about permission, and we both know it. Your brother would literally kill me if…”

His words are cut short by the waiter who’s bringing Y/N her food and brazenly ogles her down. Ray can feel his hands involuntarily clench into fists, his jaw set at the man who would not just fucking go and keeps offering her pepper, sauce, or his fucking cock for that matter, because it’s so fucking obvious that’s what he’d actually want to say. Y/N just smiles sweetly, humouring his clumsy flirting, and Ray is more than certain that she’s starting to form a habit of doing things just to piss him off. When she touches the waiter’s forearm, he growls lowly, directing their attention to him. She feigns surprise, but he can read her amusement, while the waiter seems to decide whether to apologise or take his chances and go off. Ray knows that his glasses might put people at ease, making him look approachable, friendly, easy-going at first, but he’s perfected the frown and posture to go with it that puts people immediately in their places. Not to mention that spending over a decade in the business would shape anyone in a ruthless brute if need arises.

“My girlfriend here would like to enjoy her food now, thank you. She doesn’t need anything else, mate, you can go.”

The waiter finally scampers off, and Ray knows he’ll regret saying anything before he turns back to Y/N. She’s smirking like a bloody Cheshire cat if he’s ever seen anyone actually doing it, satisfied beyond belief.

“Don’t.” He warns when she opens her mouth to make a smartass remark, but she raises her hands in surrender and proceeds to eat.

Another battle of restraint and patience, as this woman eats as if she’s in a bloody porn movie, and who the fuck can eat pizza seductively anyway, for fuck’s sake. Raymond takes a deep breath, fishing his phone out of his coat pocket and calls his boss, doing his best to ignore the moans, the finger sucking and the swirling tongue in front of him.

“Hey, boss. Got Y/N from the airport, we’ll just be a bit late.”

“She wanted to eat, didn’t she?” Mickey asks and Ray can hear the exasperation in his voice. Apparently his boss is well aware of his sister’s antics, but it would’ve been better if Raymond were better prepared for the full force of what this woman can get out of him in a short half an hour.

“Tell him to suck a bag of tiny dicks, I don’t need his judgment.” Y/N says between licking a side of her finger and plucking an olive off her slice.

“We’re in Uxbridge, hopefully we’ll be there in an hour or so.” Raymond notifies, choosing to ignore her again.

“Fine. Just…make sure she stays out of trouble. It can stick to her like a fly to shit.” And with that Mickey disconnects the call.

Raymond sighs and puts his phone back. There is an uneasy feeling flowing through him, his instinct telling him to run away in the other direction, to avoid interacting with Y/N at all cost until her return to the States, but there’s another part of him, more primal, more carnal that is drawn to her. He hates it, mainly because there is no logical reasoning behind it, and he’s a very cerebral person, and he can’t figure her out for the life of him. Maybe it’s just the fact that she’s probably the first woman to act like that with him, as if she doesn’t care about the consequences, doesn’t give a toss whether he’ll bite or not. She likes to play with her food first, were Mickey’s words, which make so much more sense now.

Raymond can’t put his finger on it, and although he can have his pick of women anywhere he’d step foot in – he is very much aware of how handsome he is, thank you very much – there is something about Y/N that demands to be unlocked. Or maybe it’s just that her tits look really great in that sweater and it’s the whole “forbidden fruit” bullshit. Regardless, Ray just wants to drop her off and go back to London where he can drown himself in work so he can forget about her. Or maybe have a night out, pick someone at a bar and pretend it’s her, because he’s absolutely certain by this point that it’s just the novelty of Y/N that lures him in, and definitely not those eyes full of mischief.

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go-gently-please · 5 years

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cherry ~ vampire!au

~ pairing: human!BTS x vampire!OC

~ genre: smut, angst, sprinkles of fluff

~ warnings for this chapter: profanity, blood (surprise surprise), sexual themes

~ summary: when you go to a club to try to satisfy your late night cravings, you come across a group of seven inexperienced men searching for someone to break them in. but one hit proves to be not enough for you, and the next time you see the handsome strangers, they make you an offer you can’t refuse.

~ a/n: just the intro. will contain smut in the future. progressively gets filthier. thanks so much for reading!!

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You were out of blood bags.

Normally, right about now would be the time when you went to the clinic to meet up with your supplier. She was always eager to please, kept herself very healthy for you. Even offered to let you drink straight from the vein when you were feeling weak, but you insisted on just the bags.

Unfortunately, she’d just broke the news that she was moving. She had to leave right away, suddenly leaving you without a food source.

She’d even thoughtfully left you a few backup bags to make up for the short notice, but you were a little embarrassed to say that you were prone to midnight snacking and the occasional binge when you were in need of comfort.

So, that left you quite literally high and dry, and now you were craving something fresh.

~~~

The seven of them stood outside the frosted glass doors, lips nervously trapped between their teeth. There was no sign displaying the name of the club, only the glowing image of a crescent moon hovering over the door.

Places like this didn’t need to be named.

“How do we know this is the right place?” Taehyung asked, staring up at the moon-shaped light, vivid against the dark backdrop of sky.

“I guess we won’t until they let us in,” Namjoon, the leader figure of the group, replied as he reached for the door handle.

Despite his determined act, he was just as nervous as the rest of them.

They all exchanged a glance, following him after a moment of hesitation.

The entryway was a small and simple room, containing nothing but two armchairs, two closed doors, and a sleek, neatly organized desk pushed up against the center of the wall. Red surrounded them from all sides.

The man sitting at the desk was sharply dressed, hair gelled and styled professionally, a very expensive looking watch snaked around his wrist.

On the surface, his appearance was completely normal, but if you were to look closer, you’d see the corner of a bandage peeking out from the collar of his pressed shirt.

The boys couldn’t help but think he looked very well paid for a secretary.

“Hello, how may I help you?” The man said, folding his hands across the spotless tabletop.

They looked at each other. Namjoon was the first to speak, he turned back to the man and said,

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”

The man stood up, ushering them over to the door on his left.

“Right this way, gentlemen,” he said. “May I ask, is this your first time?”

They just nodded timidly.

“I had a feeling. Well, through here is the main lounge. Would you pick a wristband, please?” He gestured to a cluster of jars, each holding different colored strips of paper.

“Is there a difference?” Jungkook asked.

The man presented them with the jars containing red and black. Off to the side, out of reach, were green, blue, and purple.

“These are the ones for humans. Red is for if you are searching for a potential match, and black is for if you’d rather be left alone. A green wristband indicates that someone is looking for a human match, that’s what you’ll be looking for.”

Of course he could tell they were human. Of course he already knew why they were here.

All seven of them picked red.

The man smiled and opened the door.

The boys each exchanged an anticipation-filled glance. They peered inside, watching the flashing lights, the hoards of people mingling, and entered into a world where they were no longer in control, enjoying every bit of it.

~~~

The clack of your heels echoed as you pushed open the door and entered the small room. The familiar, almost comforting red walls enveloped you again, reminding you that this was a safe place, a protected setting for pleasure-seeking.

“Hey Charlie,” the man sitting behind the desk greeted you.

“Hey Scott.” You waved back. “How’s Lyra? She still treatin’ you right?”

The man chuckled.

“She’s fine, and yes, still spoiling me.” He flashed his wrist to show off the high-end watch under his cuff.

He didn’t get up to usher you in, he knew you were well aware of what you were doing. Grabbing a green wristband and securing it around your arm, you opened the door and stepped inside.

You were immediately hit with the smell.

Humans. Dozens of humans, warm and tempting and thrumming with life.

You inhaled the salty aroma of their sweat, the sweetness of their skin, even the faint traces of their perfumes and colognes, stale in comparison, that they used to try to cover their natural scent. You wished they wouldn’t. They smelled so much better when they didn’t pretend to be walking clouds of sugar and roses.

As you made your way across the dance floor, heads turned to watch you go. Humans always stared when anyone with a green wristband entered the club. You always thought their obvious excitement was adorable.

Not to say that you weren’t dressed to impress. Black heels, black leather skirt, and a deep neckline that revealed the valley between your breasts. All topped off with a choker and matte red lips.

You passed the bar on your way to the other side of the room. Lee, the bartender, met your eyes and you raised an arm in his direction. He nodded and flashed a thumbs up in response.

The whole room was lined with tables and booths, some of them with thick velvet curtains for privacy. You crossed over to one of the largest ones, its red upholstered seats curving in a wide half-circle, and slipped in with the several other people already seated.

“Hey, Charlie! Where’ve you been, we haven’t seen you in ages!” Ray, one of the co-owners of the club, slapped an arm around you. His boyfriend and fellow co-owner, Jason, was sitting next to him, practically nuzzled into his side.

They’d started this place decades ago, wanting to establish a place where vampires and humans could interact safely and peacefully.

“Finally run out of the instant stuff?” This came from Rose, one of your oldest friends (literally).

You chuckled as you leaned back against the seat.

“Yeah, I tried to hold out, but the cravings really got me this time.”

“It’s the damn weather. The cold makes us hungry.” Rose said as she downed her vodka soda.

Just then the bartender appeared. He set a glass of whiskey down on the table, winking at you before making his way back over to the bar.

The first sip burned a trail down your throat. Whiskey was one of the few alcohols that was strong enough to have a kick anymore. You liked to drink wine, but with your desensitized taste buds it felt more like drinking juice, plus it was impossible to get drunk on.

You sat back as you began your search. The club wasn’t too packed today, and in no time you already had your eye on several possible candidates. You sipped your drink idly, eyes scanning over every wrist identified in red.

Proper etiquette stated that the human should come to you, that way they didn’t feel threatened. They were making decisions about possible candidates too, and in the end it all had to be their choice.

You didn’t need to pursue them, though, all the hunting was done with the eyes.

You would go over your options, pick someone you were drawn to, and catch their gaze from across the room. That was all it took. With just the beckoning of your eyes, with just one look, they’d be tripping over their own feet to offer themselves up to you.

You were just about to take a closer look at the shy-looking girl in the corner when something else caught your eye.

You could feel someone staring.

There was a group of seven men pressed up against the wall, shifting anxiously.

All of them were absolutely gorgeous. If they weren’t obvious newbies, they probably would’ve been picked up already, but most people preferred humans with more experience, those who were aware of their pain tolerance and were less likely to faint or collapse.

Each of their wristbands were red.

They had all been looking at you. The fascination and visible interest on their faces was apparent.

Even though they were all beautiful, you eventually made your choice. He was one of the shorter ones, blond with lush pillowy lips.

He was already looking at you when you settled on your decision.

You smiled at him.

Even from across the room, you could see the blush that immediately colored his cheeks. His gaze dropped to his shoes for a moment, eyes shifting back and forth, before he looked back up at you.

He seemed shocked to find that you were still looking at him.

You raised a hand to wave, letting him see the green of your wristband.

His eyebrows raised incredulously, glancing over his shoulder pointing to himself with a questioning expression.

You chucked and nodded. Tilting your head to the side playfully, you gestured for him to come closer with a single curling finger.

You saw him say something to his friends, and then he was hurriedly making his way over.

Once again, you raised your arm to get the bartender’s attention. He saw the man walking towards you, noticed his red wristband, and nodded in understanding.

When the man slid in the booth to sit next to you, your nose was flooded with his heavenly aroma.

His skin was glowing, stretching over firm, plump cheeks like the skin of a ripe apple, waiting for you to sink your teeth into and taste its sweet juices. He looked healthy. He looked alive.

“Hello sweetheart, what’s your name?”

“J-Jimin,” he stuttered, fiddling with his hands.

Aww, poor thing.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m friendly, I swear.” You offered another warm smile, trying to ease his nerves.

“I’m Charlotte, but everyone just calls me Charlie.” You stuck out a hand to shake. His warmth seemed to creep all the way up your arm when your hands met, while the coolness of your skin sent him tingling with excitement.

“This your first time here, Jimin?” You asked as you raised your glass to your lips.

“Is it that obvious?”

“It can be intimidating at first, but you’ll get used to it. This is a safe place, trust me.”

Jimin nodded, his head bent slightly. You couldn’t help but find his complete compliance endearing.

“Don’t worry,” you murmured, leaning in so your mouth was right by his ear. “I’ll be extra gentle with you.”

You felt him shiver.

“How’s your pain tolerance, love?” You asked in a soft, balmy voice, tracing the outline of his collarbone with your fingertip.

Jimin paused, his breath coming in quick puffs. His heartbeat was thunder in your ears.

“High,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Is it, now? Well, I guess we’ll see.”

You popped open the top button of his shirt and brushed it open. Your nose was inches from his skin as you inhaled deeply, eyes following the intricate map of his twisting veins.

“You smell so sweet.” It was barely over a whisper but you knew he heard it, you could tell by the way he shuddered.

Your hot breath fanned against him as you felt around for his jugular vein, avoiding any major arteries. You wrapped Jimin’s hand around your wrist, using your other hand to hold the opposite side of his neck to steady him.

“Squeeze my wrist when you want me to stop,” you said.

He nodded, wide eyes transfixed on your face. Smiling at him sweetly, you tenderly swept the hair from his face. Closing the gap between your bodies, you brushed your lips against the hollow of his throat.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

He nodded vigorously.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” You coaxed. Explicit permission was something you always got before you even thought about sucking anyone’s blood.

Jimin let out a shaky breath.

“Please…drink from me.”

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards like a neat little bow, and then you were baring your fangs and sinking them into his flesh.

He whimpered as you pierced him deep, his eyes fluttering shut.

The human body’s first response was always fight or flight, so you weren’t surprised or alarmed when he tensed and gasped in your hold.

Adrenaline would be pumping through him now, alerting the rest of his body that pain had begun to bloom like an unfurling flower in fast-motion. The thorns of said flower being the pointed teeth creating two perfect puncture holes in the vulnerable skin of his neck.

His hand gripped your waist until he was white-knuckled, pulling you closer to his chest, but his hold on your wrist remained light.

Your lips stayed attached to his neck as you waited for him to stop squirming.

Once the instinctual burst of fear had passed, a sigh escaped him as he relaxed underneath you. The endorphins had no doubt kicked in, working to combat the pain.

That was when you started to suck.

A low, guttural moan was pulled from the depths of Jimin’s throat. You felt his muscles loosen and his body curve into you.

He bit his lip, swallowing down any more cries of ecstasy, his head leaned back to rest against the back of the seat. His torso pressed into you as he arched his back.

This was why humans gave themselves over to people like you.

When vampires fed, they released an overwhelming amount of pheromones. They drew humans in like flies to honey. Not to mention they almost completely dulled the pain of the bite, so while they were feeding the human was flooded with adrenaline, which created a natural high, and endorphins, which induced a floating, euphoric feeling. The cocktail of chemicals suddenly firing in their brain made feeding a blissful, intense, deliciously painful experience.

You had heard from several humans that it felt similar to an orgasm.

All you could hear was the thud of Jimin’s heart and your suckling, slurping sounds as you drained him.

Jimin pawed at your waist, eyes still closed as his brain became more foggy and muddled with pleasure.

“More,” he pleaded. “More.”

He sounded so helpless, so desperate. If your mouth wasn’t already busy, you would’ve cooed at him and covered his pretty face in kisses.

You gave him what he wanted, tugging him even closer and locking him in place with your strong arms. Your fangs penetrated him deeper as you switched to a more vicious pace.

Jimin’s chest heaved as he moaned and groaned.

You slid your hand from his neck into his hair, combing your fingers through its softness. Every time you tugged on his locks, he would let out a soft, strangled noise from the back of his throat.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, you hovering over him as he writhed underneath you, but at some point you felt him tighten his hold on your wrist.

You immediately yanked away from him. You were both panting and trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you cupped his cheek, searching his eyes for any signs of discomfort.

A bright, eye-crinkling smile crossed his face as he nodded.

Oh my god, he is so pretty.

One of the upsides of being the most dangerous predator in the world was that you could get away with picking up someone out of your league.

Not all vampires were stunningly attractive like everyone thought. They looked like normal people, but they let off so many enticing chemicals that, to humans, it was almost like bait.

Jimin was definitely out of your league.

Even though you knew you weren’t drop dead gorgeous, you probably couldn’t even be considered skinny, you were confident enough with your appearance; having humans chase and throw themselves at your feet tended to do that.

You liked your thick thighs, you liked being voluptuous.

But that still didn’t negate the fact that some people were just simply more attractive than others, Jimin being one of them.

You reminded yourself that he was only interested in you because you were a vampire, because you could give him that climax that he so desperately craved. That was the only reason someone like him would approach you.

At some point, Lee had stopped by the table to drop off a silver tray. One side contained a glass of orange juice and a bowl of fruit and nuts, the other contained a first aid kit.

You also noticed that everyone besides you two had left the booth.

You reached for the plastic white box and fished out the antiseptic wipes. Before wiping him down, you examined his neck and the skin around the bite. It showed early signs of bruising, and splotchy red petals marked where your lips had been. You gently poked around and found that the area was tender.

“Does it hurt?” You asked.

“A little.” He still sounded shy.

You leaned in again, close enough for your breath to tickle him.

“This will help.” You wrapped your lips around the wound, fangs completely retracted, and started to lave your tongue against the damaged skin.

Just like dogs, vampires had healing properties in their saliva, but instead of licking their own wounds, they licked the wounds of their prey. That way, they could heal and be fed on again and again.

Lapping up any remaining blood from the two bite marks, your tongue swirled over his marked flesh like you were french kissing.

You couldn’t see Jimin’s face. You couldn’t see the way he was biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. More endorphins washed over him, sending him into a state of hazy, gooey submission.

The wet sound of your lips disconnecting from his neck was what made him finally look up.

You checked him again, pleased to see that the redness had dulled significantly.

“There we go,” you said with a smile. “Better?”

He just nodded. He didn’t trust himself to form a coherent sentence. You realized why when you looked down at his lap.

There was a very prominent, very noticeable tent in his pants.

Jimin’s face turned beet red when he saw that you’d noticed. He immediately went to cover himself with his hands, head bent low.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. It happens to a lot of people.” You said in a reassuring voice.

Jimin slowly, shyly looked up from his lap.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded with a warm smile.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it happen.”

Eventually, the fiery blush on his cheeks faded.

“You can stay here until you’re ready.” You said, sparing him the embarrassment of walking across the club with a giant bulge in his pants.

He nodded and flashed a thankful smile.

Deciding to busy yourself to pass the time, you got to work patching him up.

You felt his eyes on you as you cleaned and bandaged him. Then you presented him with the glass of orange juice and the bowl of fruit and nuts, all good sources of iron and vitamin C.

“Drink up.” You said as you nudged the glass towards him.

He looked like a cute little kid as he obediently puckered his plump lips around the bendy straw.

“After you’re done with that, I want you to take this iron supplement.” You said as you looked for the pill bottle in the first aid kit.

Jimin nodded, very focused on drinking his juice, hanging onto every command you gave him and following it with dog-like obedience. He was probably also focusing on getting his dick to deflate.

You could already tell he was a sucker for praise. He was the type of human that was perfect for feeding. It was a shame you’d never see him again.

He emptied the glass and ate every last morsel from the bowl, your eyes never leaving him. You were going to make sure he was fully replenished before he left here.

When he was done, he sat there awkwardly. Normally, this was when the two of you would part ways; you both got what you wanted. But he was obviously hesitant to leave.

You decided to save the poor boy, and ruffled his hair with a chuckle.

“So Jimin, what do you do for a living?”

He looked relieved that he had a reason to stay.

“I’m a dance student, at the moment, but I teach a few classes for extra money.” He said.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head, you saw Jimin’s group standing against the wall. Every single one of them was staring at you.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I think your friends are looking for you.”

Jimin glanced over at them, and their eyes widened in obvious interest, beckoning him over with the curious look on their faces.

Jimin looked at them, then at you, then back to them, clearly conflicted.

“Would you mind if my friends came over?” He asked.

“Sure, the more the merrier.” You were busy digging around in your purse.

Jimin left to fetch them, practically running across the dance floor.

“Aha!” You found what you were looking for, pulling a red, heart-shaped lollipop from the depths of your bag.

To say that you had a sweet tooth was the understatement of the year. You had sweets stashed everywhere: your purse, your car, your jacket pockets, your nightstand, random drawers in your apartment, even in the crevices of your couch cushions. You found that sugar helped with the cravings, as well as complimented the aftertaste of blood.

Your all-time favorite flavor was cherry.

Slipping off the wrapper, you popped it in your mouth as the group approached you. They all looked just as nervous as Jimin, if not more so. They were either staring at the ground or staring at you.

“Come, sit.” You invited them into the empty booth. Half of them sat to your right, the other half to your left, sandwiching you in. Jimin returned to his spot directly by your side.

“I’m Charlie, nice to meet you all.” You waved with the hand holding the lollipop.

They all introduced themselves.

Damn, they are attractive. Why the hell are they all over here?

“Have any of you ever been here before?” You asked.

“No, we’re obviously a little nervous.” The one named Hoseok said.

“Everyone’s nervous when they first start. You’ll get used to it.” You reassured them.

“Were you nervous when you first started?” This came from Jungkook, the youngest in the group.

“Of course, it took me a long time to gain my confidence.”

You remembered your first ten years or so as a vampire, back when you were still shy and overcritical of yourself.

Then you realized that there was a whole community of people willing to go as far as pay you to actually injure them.

"How long have you been coming here?” Taehyung asked curiously.

“Heh, feels like forever.” You said with a chuckle. “I don’t come often, just when I really need to feed. My supplier quit on me, unfortunately.”

They very subtly perked up, so subtly that you didn’t notice it.

“That sucks.” The oldest one, Jin, said.

You nodded in agreement, distracted by your lollipop, then thought: Was that a pun?

“Do you have someone else you can go to?” Jungkook asked.

“No, despite this vast underground network we are in the middle of, there are few people willing to meet my requirements.”

“Which are?” Yoongi felt proud of himself for hiding any signs of eagerness in his voice.

“Oh, you know, no hard drugs, flexible schedule, full commitment. They have to be very dedicated to their health, follow a specific diet, be devoted to taking lots of vitamins and supplements, have time set aside to recover if needed.”

You laughed to yourself.

“It would be ideal if they lived with me, that way I wouldn’t have to travel halfway across town every time I’m hungry.” You were joking, mostly talking to yourself, but the seven of them glanced at each other.

God, it’s going to be a pain in the ass finding another supplier in such a limited time frame. You were deep in thought as you rested one elbow on the table. You bit down on the lollipop, and it crunched loudly under your powerful teeth.

A buzz came from your purse. You found your phone in the sea of candy wrappers and old receipts, and checked the screen.

“Ah, sh—” You trailed off, cursing the rest of the word in your head, and shoved your phone back in your bag.

“I can’t believe it’s already so late…” You grabbed your glass and tilted your head back, downing the rest of your whiskey.

“I have to go, gotta be up for work tomorrow. I wish I could’ve stayed longer, you’ve all been lovely.” You said, regretfully gathering your things and sliding your way out of the booth.

“Bye, Jimin. Thank you for everything.” You pinched his cheek affectionately, making him blush again.

They watched you walk across the dance floor, heels clacking, and disappear through the doorway. The second you were out of sight, they all pounced on Jimin.

“Spill.”

“What was it like?”

“Tell us everything.”

“How did it feel?”

Jimin’s eyes closed as he let his head fall back.

“It was amazing.” He said dreamily.

“As good as they say?” Jungkook asked.

“Better.” Jimin answered without hesitation.

“As good as an orgasm?”

“Better.”

All their mouths fell slightly agape as they stared at him. There was a thick moment of silence as all their minds went wild.

“Shit…” Yoongi was the first one to try to articulate his thoughts.

They sat there for a solid five minutes, trying to wrap their brains around the idea of such a euphoric experience. They watched in fascination as Jimin basked in the afterglow.

The bartender set a tray down on the table. Seven glasses, six filled with fancy, expensive-looking top-shelf liquor, and one filled with juice.

“We didn’t order anything.” Namjoon told him with obvious confusion.

“The woman who just left your table sent it. Pre-paid.” The bartender said. He set the glass of juice in front of Jimin.

“Oh, and she insisted that you drink this before you leave.” He distributed the other glasses, picked up his tray, and left.

They sat there in stunned silence. The drinks at the club were quite pricey, and they could all tell that she had just dropped at least a hundred dollars.

They looked at each other, still trying to comprehend everything that had happened in the last ten eventful minutes.

This was the first time a girl had simultaneously left them all utterly, and completely, speechless.

~~~

Your kitchen window was open wide, letting in the morning chill, as you leaned on the counter with your coffee cup in hand. You had just come from the shower, wearing nothing but a black bra, a pair of worn high-waisted jeans, and the towel that was wrapped around your head.

It had been a few days since you’d last fed, and you were trying to curb the cravings as best you could. Caffeine, sugar, cigarettes, and alcohol were the things that helped the most, and you would consume them in that order throughout the day.

But even the sweetest confection couldn’t compare to Jimin’s blood. He was one of the best tasting humans you’d ever had the pleasure of feeding on.

You had to go in for work at nine, but that wasn’t much of a problem, you’d already been up for hours. Well, to be precise, you’d never gone to sleep in the first place.

The phone rang. The sound echoed in the silence of your apartment. Your empty apartment, you were sadly reminded.

“Hey, Jason.” You answered.

“Hey, you remember the last time you were at the club?” He began.

“Yeah…” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think of where this was going.

“Well, there’s this guy asking about you—”

“Excuse me, are you about to break your own rules?” You interrupted.

“Just hear me out—”

“What about all your confidentiality policies? What about your principles on anonymity?”

“Charlie, just listen to me—”

“Nuh uh, I am not gonna let you violate your own precepts.”

“Would you stop being stubborn and listen!”

“Nope, you haven’t broken a rule in two hundred years and I’m not about to let you break that record.”

“I think this would be really good for you!”

“I’m not listening, la la la la la!”

“Charlie, you need a supplier!”

“La la la la!”

“Would you just—”

You hung up on him.

They weren’t allowed to release any information about their members, it went against everything the club stood for, so you had no idea why he suddenly was about to tell a stranger who you were and where he could find you.

Sighing, you set the phone down and finished the rest of your coffee. You unwrapped the towel from your hair and set off the get ready for work.

~~~

You were distracted all day. Hunger ate away at you, and the only thing you could think about was Jimin and his six attractive friends.

You drank more coffee, smoked more cigarettes, and ate more pieces of candy in a two hour duration than you had in the last three days combined. That’s how hungry you were.

You fantasized about pinning Jimin against a wall and sinking your fangs into his perfect skin, letting his sweetness wash over you as his pretty moans filled the air.

Maybe he would get another erection, maybe it would rub against you as he squirmed.

You pictured drinking from all seven of them, one by one, then bandaging their bite marks and pampering them with soft pets and words of praise, relieving their pain by sucking and licking their wounds.

You would press your body to theirs as you alternated between drinking from their necks and wrists.

Maybe you would even spread their legs and draw from the femoral artery in their inner thighs.

Maybe your mouth would wander over to the center of their sensitivity, helping them out with their little problem if they were to get too excited.

Snapping out of your daze, you shook your head as if to clear it.

No, you couldn’t do that. That would be…that would be irresponsible. There were certain boundaries that existed between humans and the vampires that fed on them.

You lasted another few hours before you were seriously considering calling Jason back.

You were so hungry that you were eyeing your assistant with a yearning gaze, your mouth watering every time she walked by and wafted her scent into your face.

You finally cracked when she leaned over your desk and you felt your fangs come in.

When it comes down to it, it’s a safety issue, you tried to rationalize it in your head. If I go on like this, someone could get hurt. Yeah, I’m just trying to prevent an accident involving an innocent bystander.

You bit down on your lip as your finger hovered over the call button. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you pressed it and raised the phone to your ear.

Your heartbeat pounded louder with every ring.

Finally, finally, he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jason, it’s Charlie.” You said a little too eagerly.

“I know it’s you, dork, I’ve had your number for a decade.”

“Oh, yeah…” You paused, feeling the anxiety build in your chest.

“So…about the guy from the club…” You said.

You couldn’t see him, but you could tell that Jason was hanging onto your words, waiting tensely for you to finish.

“Tell him I want to meet up.”

~~~

The seven of them walked with their hands nervously clenched at their sides. Jimin was leading them, looking up at the overhead signs for the name of the cafe you’d invited them to.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” Yoongi said.

“Hey, you were the one who suggested it.” Hoseok shot back.

“Still can’t believe it.”

“What if she says no?” Jungkook said, sounding anxious.

There was a pause.

“Then at least we can say that we tried.” Taehyung said.

Jimin suddenly stopped, causing everyone walking behind him to crash into his back. Before they could ask him what was wrong, they saw what he was intensely staring at.

You were sitting at a table outside, reading a book as you sipped your coffee. Compared to when they saw you at the club, you looked entirely different. Instead of leather, heels, and red lipstick, you were wearing a beige turtleneck under an oversized wool coat.

They all looked at each other, took a deep breath, and walked over.

When they stopped at your table, you looked up at them and smiled.

“Hi.” You chided in a high voice. You hoped they couldn’t hear your excitement. “Sit down, please.”

They all took their seats around the table, eyes transfixed on you like they were in a daze.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” You said politely.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Jimin replied, his cheeks already starting to turn pink.

You smiled at him, remembering his adorable shyness.

“I wanted to talk to you all about a possible arrangement.” You said, looking down at the table, slightly embarrassed.

They all glanced at each other.

“Actually, that’s exactly the reason why we contacted you.” Hoseok said.

Your expression furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

They were looking at anything and everything but your face.

“We were thinking about what you said about needing a supplier,” Jimin said as he fiddled with his hands. “And how it was difficult to find people willing to meet your requirements.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“And…?” You said, still not seeing where this was going.

Jimin looked at his friends, silently begging one of them to take over.

“And…we were thinking that we could be those people.” Taehyung said.

Your eyes widened.

You were honestly not expecting that. When Jason had told you that someone was asking about you, you’d assumed that they’d just wanted to do it one more time. When you’d called Jimin, asking him if he wanted to meet, and he’d asked if his friends could come along, you just thought they’d want to try it once. You never expected they’d all offer to become your new suppliers.

“R-Really?” You asked, staring at the seven gorgeous men that seemingly all wanted you to feed off of them.

They all nodded.

“And when we say we’re willing to fulfill all your requirements, we mean all of them.” Jin said.

All of them? Could he mean—?

“You’d move out of your house?” You asked unbelievably.

They nodded again.

Hoseok looked down at the ground like he’d just remembered something sad.

“We’re getting evicted anyway.” He said, his voice quiet.

Mouth falling agape, you immediately felt bad for them. You remembered when you used to have money troubles, back when rock bottom was no unfamiliar concept.

Your mind started to whir as you considered the situation.

I can’t go without a supplier for much longer, and with seven of them, I’d never have to worry about being hungry again.

It was so lonely in your large apartment, with you and your cat being the only inhabitants. Maybe now you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Maybe now you wouldn’t be constantly reminded of how you were destined to be alone for all eternity.

You looked at the group of men sitting around the table, all of them staring at you with expectant eyes, waiting for your answer.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still incredulous to the idea that they would actually want to live with you and become your personal blood bags.

They all nodded vigorously.

But then your mind wandered to all the possible downturns. What if it gets complicated because there are seven of them? What would it be like to have them all living with you?

You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to them. What if you couldn’t control yourself? What if you crossed that thin line that existed between what was acceptable in the human world versus the vampire world?

It was never a good idea to be romantically involved with someone you were feeding on, all vampires knew that, too much could go wrong. Unhealthy relationships were often the only result. Too many negative consequences were possible: dysfunctional attachments, destructive possessiveness, God forbid anybody get physically hurt.

Jimin must’ve sensed your hesitation and interpreted it as you being concerned for them, because he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

“Please,” he said in a soft voice, his eyes wide and pleading. “We really want this.”

You ran your eyes over them. Jin and Namjoon, the ones who seemed to carry the aura of leadership, each gave you a nervous smile. Yoongi, who had been quiet this whole time, swallowed the lump in his throat when your eyes landed on him. Hoseok and Taehyung were completely still as they hung onto your every word, and Jungkook had his gaze diverted down to his shoes, his cheeks visibly red.

You weren’t sure if Jimin was doing it on purpose, but as he leaned forward on the table, his mouth-watering scent hit you hard.

You swore you almost closed your eyes and moaned. You knew your answer the second his scent flooded your nose.

“Okay.”

~~~

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victoria-daydreams · 4 years

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Skylark - Chapter Three

Chapter Two

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Collins x OC

The sun was out as Alice and Jack made their way to cafe, and that always considered a minor miracle during autumn in England. Jack opened the door to the cafe, causing the bells on the door jingle announcing their presence. Jack, being the perfect gentlemen, let Alice enter first before following behind her. When Alice entered quaint café, she was instantly hit with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and tea along with the fragrance of baked sweets.

Alice observed her new surroundings, the walls were made of old brick that had photographs of varies locations around England. The cafe was neither small nor large and had a decent amount of customers. Only the hushed murmurs of conversation and the music playing softly in the background could be heard.

Glancing around the café the pair chose to sit by a large glass window, where streaks of sunlight entered the room and also gave them a perfect view of the streets of London. As Alice and Jack slid into their seats, a waiter came by to take their order.

"An Earl grey tea for me," he ordered, before looking at Alice.

"Black tea please," she stated, glancing at the waiter. The waiter nodded and walked away as Alice helped herself out of her coat. "Earl Grey tea, really?" she asked, scrunching her nose up in disgust.

"Hey, ye don't know what ye missing," Jack said, grinning at her.

"I think I do," she quipped, removing her glasses from her face and placing them in a purse.

She grabbed her compact mirror and opened it, noticing that the sunlight from outside was hitting her at the perfect angle. The sun gave Alice's smooth, brown skin an ethereal glow to it. Then there was her eyes, those warm brown eyes. They were like pools of honey as the rays from the sun reflected them beautifully. Alice felt two eyes boring onto her face and looked up to see Jack smiling at her.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Alice asked, feeling her face heat up at the intense stare.

Jack snapped out of his dreamy gaze, "I'm sorry, it's just that ye like night and day with your glasses," he stated, just as waiter returned.

"One cup of Earl Grey tea for you sir," the waiter announced, placing down his cup of piping hot tea. "And one cup of black tea for you ma'am," he added, the walnut tabletop clacked as he placed the second cup down from which steam emanated from the glossy piece of tableware.

"Thank you," Jack smiled, and the waiter nodded before walking away.

"So, back to me wearing glasses," Alice began, picking up a sugar cube with tongs from the canister on the table. "You think I look prettier without them don't you?" she asked, arching her brow.

Jack shook his head, "That couldn't be further from the truth," he disagreed. "I think you're beautiful glasses or no glasses," he stated, flashing her a grin.

Alice felt her face flush once more at his compliment, and she lowered her head, "You're too kind Jack," Alice said, letting out a soft laugh.

She lifted the delicate porcelain cup and brought it to her lips, letting the tea trickle down her throat in a slow stream. Alice gently place the cup back onto the walnut table ever so softly.

"Two nights ago, ye weren't wearing ye glasses," Jack pointed out, before sipping and enjoying the strong, bittersweet taste of his tea. "Why?"

"I only need them when I'm reading," she explained, unconsciously letting her finger trace around the rim of her cup. "But enough about my glasses. I feel as though you know more about me than I know about you," she joked.

Jack gently placed his hands on the tea cup, "Where to start?" Jack asked rhetorically.

"How about family?

"It's a rather small one, it's just me, my mum, and my dad," Jack answered, looking at Alice.

"No siblings, huh?" Alice asked, and he nodded his head. "I envy you a little," she continued, with a chuckle.

"No," Jack disagreed, a bright smile now on his face. "You were lucky te have someone te play with as a child," Jack laughed, making his dimples prominent.

"Two younger brothers are no fun," she argued, softly laughing. "I always got stuck with babysitting them," she pouted playfully. “Still do, in some cases,” she added, shaking her head.

"And I'm sure ye the apple of ye parents eyes because of it," Jack smiled, raising his cup to his lips.

"I bet your parents hold the same sentiment," she teased. "Do your parents live here?" she asked curiously.

"No, they're back in Scotland," Jack answered. "I lived here with my parents for most of my life, but my mum wanted te move back te Scotland te be closer te her parents. They left a few years ago, but I stayed and got a place of my own here," he explained.

"Oh no, so you're alone here," Alice said, her expression losing its regular jovialness.

"I have a few friends here, remember?" he asked, trying to reassure.

At that her eyes regained their usual spark, "And you have me," she commented, placing her hand on top of his and smiled.

"Indeed I do,"

~~~x~~~

Night had fallen as Jack and Alice made their way to her flat, walking arm in arm along almost identical brick row house on both sides of the street. Jack offered to walk her back, he didn't want Alice out walking alone in the dark. It was a gesture that Alice deeply appreciated and on that she accepted.

"Why did you join the RAF?" Alice asked, shifting closer to Jack.

"Being a pilot had always been dream for me before the war started and when the war broke out I decided to join," he explained. "There's nothing like the sound of a Spitfire," he added, a grin on his face.

"Dangerous job though,"

Jack looked over at her, "Says the woman who's studying to become a nurse," he quipped, and Alice laughed lightly.

“I have no choice,” she stated. “Mum wants me to keep applying to become a nurse no matter how many times they reject me,” Alice continued, with a chuckle. “’Singing won’t pay the bills Alice,’“ she quoted, mimicking her mother’s voice perfectly while wagging her finger.

Autumn leaves swirled about their feet with each gust of wind as they made their way to Alice's home. Another gust of wind had Alice unconsciously pulling Jack closer to her body for warmth.

"Cold are we?" Jack teased, looking down at her.

"Sorry," she laughed, slightly embarrassed. "I didn't realize what I'd done," she added sheepishly.

This time Alice felt a soft tug on her arm pulling her closer to Jack, "Don't be," he stated. "I rather liked it,"

They continued on their journey to Alice's flat until they stopped at a cream colored brick building with large white framed windows. The door was black with the number eleven in gold lettering, matching the golden handle of the door knob.

Alice unlinked her arm from his and moved towards the stone steps of her flat, "Well, this is me," Alice announced, letting out a sigh. "Thank you for today Jack, I really enjoyed myself," she said, a smile forming on her lips

Jack mirrored her smile, "I'm glad ye did, I enjoyed my time with ye as well," he told her.

Jack gently grasped her hand and raised it to his mouth, placing a lingering kiss on the back of her hand. Alice felt her cheeks grow hot while at the same time she felt giddy from his gesture.

"May I see ye again?" Jack asked, his voice soft as he slowly pulled Alice back towards him.

Alice nodded with a smile, "I would like that," she answered, taking one step closer. "Very much,"

"Does next Tuesday at five o'clock work for ye?" Jack questioned, now chest to chest with Alice. "We can meet at that cafe again,"

Alice just nodded, finding herself unable to speak due to the proximity between the two of them. Jack's mouth curled into smile and leaning forward he pressed his lips ever so softly against Alice's. She felt her eyes flutter shut as she happily returned the kiss. The kiss was short, but it was also sweet and gentle. Jack and Alice pressed their foreheads against each other as their lips pulled apart.

"Perfect," Jack whispered, smiling at the woman in front of him.

Alice moved away from him, beginning to walk backwards, "Goodnight Mr. Collins," she wished, her lips curling into a smile of her own.

"And a goodnight te ye Miss Lloyd," he wished back, flashing her a brilliant smile.

Chapter Four

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leviloveslemonpledge · 5 years

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Ray of Sunshine - Chapter 3 (Levi x OC)

"What the fuck are we doing here, Erwin?"

Levi crosses his arms over his chest and leans further into the wall, wanting nothing more than to disappear it in. When Erwin said they'd be meeting with some people of importance, this is not at all what he envisioned. A meeting, in his mind, typically implies people sitting around a table in a relatively small room having discussions and more often than not trying to push their own agendas. This could not be further from what he had in mind. Rather than a stuffy boardroom, he finds himself in a massive and lavish ballroom with exquisitely painted ceilings, numerous crystal chandeliers, and marble floors. There are tables throughout the room littered with various drinks in expensive looking bottles and plates piled high with untouched food. It's a fucking waste. Worst of all is the people. Nobles, almost all of them. Fat and carefree in their ridiculous monkey suits as they try to schmooze and manipulate each other. They don't give a damn about people like him, the ones who are fighting and dying for them to be surrounded by so much luxury.

"To do what we do, we need funds, and these people are the ones holding all the money." He takes a swig of his wine, finishing it off only to have it refilled by one of the neatly dressed staff, who scurries off to find more glasses to fill. He sets it down on a nearby table. "We need to convince them that what the survey corps does is worth their investment. The difficulty is making it apply to them when they have no care about the common man, nor fear of the Titans."

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on from all the bright lights, noise and shitty company. "And how exactly do you expect me to help with that?"

Erwin looks down at him, amused. "You've created quite the reputation for yourself. I figured showing off humanity's strongest could only put the odds in our favor."

"Tch." Levi glares at him. That ridiculous title some fool came up with. He doesn't care what people call him when he's not around, that's their own business, but being called that directly just pisses him off. "I'm going to get some air."

Before he can get very far, however, he crashes into someone. "Shit." He mutters, catching the young woman easily before she hits the floor. Her muted green eyes are filled with surprise at the contact, but brighten up as soon as she recognizes Levi, matched by her signature smile. He helps her upright, keeping a hand on her arm to keep her steady until she gets herself sorted, then immediately resumes his plan to get the hell out of there. He is foiled once again, this time by a gentle hand around his elbow that stops him dead in his tracks. He looks at her, a combination of annoyance and discomfort apparent on his face which only gets worse as he takes in her appearance. Her red hair is long, longer than it appeared when she was wearing it in that sloppy bun and looks incredibly soft. The purple dress and dark corset are very different from her white, blood-stained scrubs, and reveal feminine curves he didn't know she had. She notices him noticing her and a very becoming blush spreads over her round cheeks. Everything about her screams at him to touch her, but he's always been good at pushing aside his selfish wants. "Didn't expect to see you here, brat."

She's taken aback but recovers quickly. She can't remember a time when anyone ever called her a brat but shrugs it off as part of Levi's tough guy act. "It's great to see you again, Levi!" She places a hand on his arm. He flinches but doesn't outright pull away. A good sign. Her heart flutters in her chest. Looking over his shoulder, she spots Erwin amping himself up to impress the nobles. "Erwin, oh, I mean, commander." She gives him a dramatic curtsy. He lets out a hearty laugh.

"Heard about that did you?" He scratches the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "I'm still getting used to the title."

"You're going to accomplish great things, uncle Erwin, I just know it!"

"We can hope. My success or failure today will have a strong impact on the Survey Corps' operations in the years to come; I have to put on a good show." He glances at Levi, still looking for an opportunity to get away. It's clear this environment doesn't agree with him. "You know, I'm not the only one with a new title. I promoted Levi here to captain."

"Who better to have among your top ranks than humanity's strongest?" She raises an eyebrow, searching for some kind of reaction from the stoic captain, aware of his distaste for his newfound title.

Levi rolls his eyes.

"Congratulations, Levi. I'm really happy for you. The scouts are lucky to have you." The sincerity in her voice is palpable. He gives her a short nod, finding himself getting embarrassed at her praise.

Erwin clears his throat. "Actually, I'm glad you're here, Lydia. As you may have realized, Levi isn't exactly thrilled to be here." Erwin gestures to the grumpy, dark-haired man. "I need to secure some funding, but I'd like him to gain a little notoriety among the nobles."

Lydia raises a hand to stop him. "Say no more, leave it to me." She sends Levi a mischievous grin. "I'm happy to babysit."

Erwin lets out another boisterous laugh. "Glad I can count on you. I owe you one!"

She waves at him as he heads over to a large group hanging around the drink tables. Smart, targeting the party's drunkards to secure funds for what most believe is a waste of good money. Wrapping her hand around Levi's forearm, she leads him in the direction of some equally inebriated nobles who would likely be very impressed by the feats of humanity's strongest.

Her hand on his arm makes him hate being here a little bit less, but her intention to show him off to some spoiled rich guys makes him inwardly squirm.

She tightens her grip on his arm, hoping to reassure him. It doesn't. "Listen, I know you're not a huge fan of this whole type of thing. If you want, I can take care of all the talking. Just follow my lead."

He says nothing, but part of him is grateful she'll be taking over the tedious task of interacting with the nobility.

"Hello, Lord Reiss, Lord Kultheim, Lord Harkon, Commander Zackly! I'm pleased to see you here."

"Ah, Lydia, wonderful seeing you here my dear."

"Yes, you must thank Lady Candor for throwing such an exquisite party."

Zackly says nothing, opting to take a long sip of his drink.

"I'll be sure to send her your compliments."

Her usual brightness dims as she forces a tight-lipped smile, though Levi is unsure why.

"So, Lydia, tell us about this young man accompanying you. He seems like a decent sort, when are you getting married? He better hurry things up or maybe we'll start getting ideas of taking you for ourselves!" Lord Kultheim slurs. These men can sometimes act like dogs, and she is grateful for Levi's strong presence. She ignores the obvious come-on and proceeds with her agenda. "Gentlemen, this is Captain Levi, from the survey corps." She places her free hand over his upper arm, momentarily taken aback by the strength hidden beneath his uniform. She recovers quickly, but Levi definitely noticed. "He saw me alone, without a friend in the world and saw fit to keep me company."

Lord Kultheim raises his glass. "Good lad, Captain."

"Captain? You certainly rose quickly within the ranks. You must be quite a valuable asset to the survey corps."

"Indeed, the Captain here is quickly becoming known for his talents in battle. He has the highest number of confirmed titan kills and an impeccable service record. With him in the corps, there's truly nothing they can't accomplish."

Levi resists the urge to roll his eyes. Lydia is really laying it on thick, and they seem to be lapping it up like fresh milk.

"Perhaps his talents could be useful elsewhere." Lord Harkon steps forward, looking Levi up and down. "I could use a man like you in my personal guard. I'll triple whatever they're paying you now, not to mention you'll be much safer in the interior." He shoots them a cocky smile, and Levi wants nothing more than to wipe it off his fat, smug face. "Talent should be rewarded, don't you think? You shouldn't be sent out to die for a worthless cause like the rest of the rabble."

"Maybe talent is better off doing what it does best, rather than sitting around growing fat, stupid and complacent, wallowing in its own shit because it's too scared to go outside. If there was more talent out there with the rabble, as you so aptly put it, than up your asses, then maybe we'd lose fewer good men and get something done for a change."Levi stands resolute in his defiance, wearing his usual scowl.

Gasps, coming from all around them. Lord Harkon takes a step back, mirroring Levi's glare, but falling far short of his intimidating aura. "How- How dare you speak to me that way! I could have you court-martialed!"

"Now, now, gentlemen, there's no need for such a fuss." Lydia takes a step forward, placing herself between the two. "The captain is merely stating a truth: there would be far more advancement, and far less loss, if there were more capable soldiers choosing to join the ranks of the scout regiment. Additionally, there are so many untapped resources beyond the walls that could be put to good use someday. Why should the Titans keep all that land for themselves when they don't use it to its full potential?"

All but Lord Harkon nod their heads. "It's an interesting point, to be sure." Zackly turns his attention to Lord Harkon. "Now, now. There's no need to sulk."

"Truly, Lord Harkon, any soldier would be lucky to work for you. However, our dear captain is a man of the people. He could not be expected to place the wellbeing of one man above all others. Surely you understand." She looks up at him through her lashes, flashing him her classic smile, only feeling slightly disgusted with herself. He falls for it, hard. Levi cringes at her sickly sweet tone. "Anyhow, gentlemen, thank you for chatting with us, enjoy the rest of your evening." She curtsies and quickly pulls Levi away from the crowd and towards the open balcony, overlooking the city.

As soon as they pass through the door, she lightly shoves him around the corner and into the stone wall, eyes wide with uninhibited surprise. "What the heck was that Levi?" she whispers, her face mere inches from his. His gaze meets hers for a brief moment, then he looks away with a sigh.

"I mean, did you hear all the bullshit I had to pull to salvage that situation? Seriously." She raises her arms in exasperation, but it lasts only a fraction of a second. She brings her hand to her lips, as though trying to conceal the way the corners of her lips are tugging upward. Puzzlement is barely discernable beneath Levi's usual glower. A laugh escapes her lips, soft, quiet. That one laugh paved the way for a fit of giggles so strong, she needs to support herself on the wall. "His face," she gasps, "His face when you told him he was wallowing in shit!" She continues to laugh, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Although her sudden laughter took him by surprise, he can't help but momentarily let his guard down, remembering that noble pig's shocked expression. The bugged out eyes, puckered lips, and flabby cheeks came together to form one of the most ridiculous images he'd seen in a long time.

"It was pretty funny." He states without a trace of humor.

Lydia looks up at him, only to double over with laughter at the contradiction between his face and his words. There's something about this moment; the setting sun shining in her hair, her genuine delight at his actions, the occasional snort she emits without shame. Something sneaks past his well-established defenses.

For a moment, he allows himself a taste of joy, cracking a ghost of a smile.

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noladyme · 3 years

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As It Should Be - A Raymond Smith One Shot

Raymond is the perfect gentleman, with a perfect home, and very settled habits. One of those habits had become to cancel dates at the last minute; and in stead spend the night in with his girl.

Now, she's had enough, and decides to challenge him on it, doing everything she can, to get on his nerves. The result is much more interesting than she'd anticipated.

Hell hath no fury like a girlfriend of a gentleman gangster, who has been stood up one too many times.

Ray had given me a key a few months before, during dinner at our favorite steakhouse – his backyard. We’d been celebrating 6 months together, and he’d handed me a small wrapped box, with a pretty bow tied around it. He’d most likely used a ruler to get the paper and the ribbon exactly the sizes he needed, to make it look as perfect as possible. His perfectionism both drove me mad, and turned me on immensely.

My hands had been shaking, partly in fear – I was no near ready for any diamond rings – but Ray had given me a slight smile. “Don’t worry, darling”, he said. “Nothing near as serious as you’re worried it might be”. “You telling me we’re not serious, Raymond?”, I replied snarkily. “Just open it, love”, he said.

Inside the tiny packet lay a golden key. “It’s for the house”, Ray said. “I want you to be able to come and go as you please… Just don’t try to break in to any locked freezers”. I raised a brow at him. “Is this because you don’t like my flat?”, I asked. “I know you have issues with council estates…”. “You spend most nights here anyway”, Ray said. “Look, I’m not asking you to move in… Unless you want to of course”. I laughed at his amused expression. “You wouldn’t last a week with me in the house!”, I said. “First time I use the wrong glass for red wine, or leave water stains on the bathroom mirror; you’ll go mad”. Ray blinked – his little adorable tick. “No, I won’t”. I tugged at his beard, and smiled. “Yes you will”.

Ray pressed the key into my hand. “Just… keep this, alright? The house feels more like a home when you’re here”. I leaned towards him, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I didn’t get you anything…”, I blushed. “That’s alright”, Ray smiled. “You can give me head in the shower later”.

I had used the key on more than one occasion – admittedly preferring Ray’s more comfortable bed to my own lumpy mattress in my one-bedroom rental. And both Ray and me had enjoyed when I’d been waiting for him in it, naked and ready to help him relax after a tense day of whatever it was Mickey had him doing all over London. Tonight, my plan was different.

Ray had cancelled four dates in a row, just as I was about to leave the house. He’d call just as I would be about to put on my shoes. “I’m so sorry, love. Work ran late. I’ll have Bunny pick you up, drop you at the house, yeah?”. And once again, I’d end up waiting for Raymond in his house, in my pretty dress; until he’d show up – an hour later – with a bouquet of roses or a pair of earrings too expensive for the queen, takeout from some fancy restaurant; and an apologetic smile on his face.

I was beginning to wonder whether Ray didn’t want to be in public with me. I wasn’t the kind if woman he’d usually meet while wining and dining lords and ladies all over England. Maybe my teacher’s salary and fondness of things like public transport – he’d practically begged me to let him get me a car, which I’d declined vehemently – was becoming too lower class to him. I decided to challenge him on it – and maybe, just maybe, I wanted to punish Ray just a little bit, for cancelling our plans for the hundredth time.

This time, I was ready. Ray called, on cue, just as I was about to slip on my shoes. “I’m so sorry, love…”, he began. “It’s alright, Ray. I understand”, I said. “I’ll pick up dinner on the way”. Ray paused for a moment. “I don’t want you waiting in some restaurant alone”, he said. “Don’t worry, babe. Bunny will be there”, I replied. “Tell you what. You can pick up the wine”. “Ripasso?”. I heard the smile in his voice. “You know me, I’m not choosey. Just make it red”, I said. “See you soon”, Ray said, and with after a few more warm words, we said goodbye, and hung up.

Bunny gave me large grin as I jumped into the back seat of the large Mercedes, dressed in leggings, a hoodie, and a smug expression. “Hello, Bunny”, I said. “We need to make a stop”. “Of course, miss. Where?”, he asked. “McDonalds drive-through”, I said. Bunny’s smile became impossibly bigger. “Ray is in for it, isn’t he…?”, he asked. “You fucking know it”, I smiled, and leaned back in my seat.

Once inside the house, I began my preparations. My first stop after kicking off my shoes and setting down the bag of food in the kitchen, was in Rays closet. I checked to see Fletcher wasn’t hiding in it, as he’d done once before; and then went through the collection of shirts. I chose a white Armani, shrugged of my hoodie; and put it on. For an extra touch, I left the closet door open, mussed up the sheets on the bed, and threw the duvet and a pillow on the floor. Next up was the bathroom. I opened the lid to the toilet, washed up – making sure to spray some water on the mirror – and dropped the towel on the floor, once I’d wiped my hands.

I dropped my hoodie on a chair in the hallway, and made my way to the kitchen. Being a big fan of Rays espresso machine, I made myself an americano, poured it into a tea mug – drank half of it – and left the mug in the sink. I took out two plates, carrying them over to the coffee table. I chose the actual silver silverware from the drawer, and put it by the plates.

With a few final touches, and after touching up my makeup, I sat down in one of leather recliners, and put my feet up – waiting for Raymond to come home. It wasn’t long before I heard his keys turn in the lock, and I readied myself for a potential catastrophe. I heard his footsteps in the hallway, and got up to stand. “Darling?”, he called out. “Something smells… deep fried”. I heard him stumble for a moment, probably over my sneakers on the floor. “I’m in here”, I said, and went to meet him in the kitchen – knowing his usual route when he got home.

Ray looked as dapper as ever, in a tweed jacket, a vest, and a pair of dark grey slacks. He looked mildly annoyed about having tripped over my shoes; and was holding a bottle of wine in one hand, and a wrapped box from Selfridges. When he saw my relaxed attire, he looked confused.

“I love when you wear my shirts, but that’s…”. “Armani. I know", I said, and tugged at it. “It’s very comfortable“.

Ray shrugged, put down the wine, went over to slip an arm around me, and kissed me deeply. I was finding it difficult to keep my composure, as I stood pressed against his firm frame; and inhaled his scent. “I brought you something… to apologize", he said, and handed me the beautifully adorned box. “You didn’t have to, Ray", I said, and suppressed the urge to open it; in stead tossing it on the kitchen island. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, and I kissed his cheek. “Dinner’s ready. Go wash up". Raymond stole another kiss, and squeezed my bottom, before going back out into the hallway, and towards the bathroom.

“Is this your sweater in the hallway?”, Ray called out to me, as he passed it. “Probably”, I responded. “You don’t usually wear hoodies”. “You could hang it…”, he said. “Never mind, I’ll do it”. I smiled to myself, imagining his grumpy face as he hung my 15 quid hoodie, next to his own Burberry trench on the coatrack.

Once Ray returned from the bathroom, I was sipping some of the delicious red wine, from one of the cognac glasses. Ray didn’t say a word about the state I’d left his bathroom in, but he did twitch at my choice of glass. “Something wrong?”, I asked sweetly. “Nothing at all”, he said, and tried for a smile. I handed him a glass of his own, and he struggled with not holding it in his palm, as he would have, had it been filled with brandy. I clinked my glass to his, and smiled. “Everything alright with work? What made you late?”, I asked. “A meeting with some people… Nothing that would interest you”, Raymond said, and turned towards the counter, noticing the half full mug of coffee in the sink. “I’m happy you’re making yourself at home”, he grunted, and peeked out the corner of his eyes at me. “Well, you told me to…”, I said, and linked my fingers with his.

Rays eyes twinkled, and he leaned in for another kiss; parting his lips, to deepen it. His tongue probed for entry to my mouth, but I pulled back. “Let’s eat”, I said, and walked towards the living room area. “I’ll set the table”, Ray said. “I already did”, I smiled. He looked confusedly at the dining table. “We eating outside?”, he asked. “No. I set us up over here”, I said casually, and threw myself on the couch; patting the seat next to me. Ray looked flabbergasted. “I have this lovely dining table…”, he tried. “Bring the wine”, I said, ignoring his words.

Ray sat down next to me, and filled my glass. I picked up the paper bag of food, and began distributing burgers and fries on the plates. “I got chili cheese tops and chicken wings as well”, I said. “Eat up”. I picked up the knife and fork, and began cutting into my burger. “That’s a … salad fork”, Ray said, his voice choked. “There’s salad in the burger”, I shrugged. Ray looked at me incredulously, as I dipped a few fries in my ketchup, and then – deliberately – let some of it fall and stain his shirt I was wearing. “Woops”, I said, and grabbed a napkin, beginning to dab at the stain. “Fuck, darling. That’s dry clean only!”, Ray sighed. “I’ll get it out… maybe some bleach”, I said. His eyes widened.

“What’s going on with you?”, he asked. “Nothing", I said, feigning confusion. I took a big bite from my burger, using the silver salad fork to put it there. “Yum". Ray took the fork from me, just as I was about to take another bite. “What are you doing?", I frowned “Why are you testing me?”, he demanded. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean, babe", I said. “I’m just enjoying a date with my darling”. “In a stained Armani shirt, and leggings?”, Raymond said. I shrugged. “It wasn’t like we were going out anyway". “I had reservations at…”, he began. I blew a raspberry at him, catching him completely of guard. “Like there was ever a chance we’d use those", I said.

Raymond’s eyes finally lit up in understanding. “You’re angry that I was late, and we had to change plans tonight". “Tonight?”, I sneered. “Try the last… five dates we were supposed to go on". Ray pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. “I see… This isn’t how I’d seen the evening going either, love". “Sure it was", I said, getting up from the couch with my cognac glass of wine in hand. I took off my socks, and walked over towards the door to the yard. I opened it, and threw my socks outside. Ray got up behind me, in shock. “Its fine, really. I don’t mind the fact that you don’t want to be seen in public with me. That I’m not worth enough to be taken out somewhere nice”. Using a chair as a step, I walked onto the dining table, and made a little catwalk back and forth. Ray looked equal parts terrified, astounded and enraged. “This way, I can show you how truly at home I feel here".

“Please get off the table", he croaked. “No”, I said, taking a sip of my wine. “Please", Ray tried again, obviously trying to control himself. “Not happening", I said. I stopped my leisure stroll back and forth, and looked Raymond square in the face. We were both quiet, and it was like a standoff in one of those old western movies. “Get off the fucking table, or else…”, Ray said, patience clearly wearing thin. “Or else… what?”, I challenged him.

Though enjoying my little game, I was also beginning to fear that I was digging myself into a bigger hole than I could get out of. Raymond’s eyes were on fire, but I thought I could see something behind the rage – something quite intriguing. I decided to keep my game going. Either Ray would kick me out on my ass, or something else would happen; something much more fun. Either way, I’d have some sort if closure. “I will spank you six ways from Sunday", he said. I hadn’t expected that. “Is that a promise?”, I asked, not sounding remotely as confident as I’d hoped to.

As I lifted the glass to my lips again – all the time keeping my eyes on Ray’s – I shifted my fingers, so that I was palming it in my hand. Ray blinked again, twitching from my teasing.

Suddenly he made a jolt forwards, as if launching himself at me, and I almost fell of the table as I stumbled backwards. Looking down myself, I realized some of the red wine had splashed onto his shirt. “You made me spill my wine!”, I said. “Last fucking chance, darling”, Ray said, walking towards me; almost on the prowl. “We gonna dance now?”, I said. I walked to the middle of the table again – downed my drink – and used my toes to push the bowl of fruit towards the edge. Ray caught it just as it toppled over.

He walked over to the kitchen island, put down the bowl, and calmly took of his jacket; before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He walked over to the head of the table, cleared his throat; and set down his palms on it – his eyes dark. “Right. This is going to hurt me more than it will you”, he declared, before pouncing on me; catching my legs, and throwing me over his shoulder. He gave me a hard spank over the ass. “Will you behave now?”. “No!”, I yelled. He set me down, and turned me around by the shoulders; forcing my upper body down over the table, with a hand pressed down between my shoulder blades. I could honestly say I’d never been more turned on in my life.

“I asked you nicely, and you still acted like an imp”, he said. He used his free hand to pull down my leggings, exposing my panty-clad bottom; and as I kicked my legs, he removed them completely. “Impish behavior demands punishment”. He delivered a hard smack on my left cheek. “Ow!”, I yelled, trying to wrestle myself away from him. “You’re spanking me like a child, now?”. Ray leaned to hold me down with his whole arm. “Well, if you’re going to behave like a child…”, Ray said, and spanked my right cheek. His hand rubbed over my skin afterwards, almost soothingly. “You’re the one who should be punished!”, I growled. “You’ve been cancelling all our plans lately”. Ray spanked me on the left cheek again. “That’s what you’re doing? Punishing me?”, he asked. He gave my right cheek another smack. “When all I’m doing is keeping you happy… getting you flowers and presents; telling you to make yourself at home in this nice house… Oh, no; love. I’m a fucking prince to you”. “Yeah, I’m really feeling my princess Di fantasy here!”, I scoffed.

Raymond began spanking both my cheeks in turn. I let out yelps and whimpers at each hit; as they sent signals straight to my core. “This is for the silverware (smack)… This is for throwing the towel on the floor (smack)… For the glasses (smack)… For leaving your shoes about for me to trip over (smack)… And this (smack), is for walking all over my dining table on your bare feet (smack)…”. I was struggling in vain to get free; and at the same time wanted this torture to never end. His fingers ghosted my covered folds, and I drew in a short breath. Ray pulled me up to stand, and raised a brow, as he looked down at me. “Now, will you behave?”. “Not in a million fucking years”, I said.

Before he could catch me, I sprang towards the kitchen island, crawling on to it. Ray caught my ankle, but I managed to get free; and got down on the other side – the island now a barrier between us. I smiled wickedly. I grabbed the half full mug form the sink, and held it up as to spray the coffee at him. “Careful, Raymond. I know how you dislike getting dirty”, I smirked. “I’ll show you how fucking dirty I can get, babe", Ray growled, and sprang over the island, making me drop the mug back into the sink in pure shock.

Ray pulled me into his arms, pinning my arms down at my sides, and attacking my lips with a feverish kiss. I didn’t struggle now; my body responding by completely giving in to lust. After a moment of passionately kissing me, Ray let me go; and ripped open the shirt. “You ruined my shirt”, he growled, and pulled it off me; leaving me in my bra and panties. He was still impeccably dressed himself. The mix of his warm body and the cool fabric of his vest pressing against my naked skin was heaven. I began leaning against Ray, and bit my lip with a smirk. He shook his head. “You want to use things the way they’re not supposed to be used? Fine. Get your ass on that counter”.

My jaw dropped. Sex with Raymond was always thrilling, and we’d enjoyed these sessions, not only in his – and a few times my – bed, the backseat of his car, and in the shower; but also, one time in a fitting room, where Ray had come with me to help chose a dress for a job interview at a private school. I made the mistake of bending over with my back to him; and suddenly found myself pressed against the wall, with Ray covering my mouth with his hand, to muffle my moaning as he screwed me into oblivion. I hadn’t gotten the job, but I did gain a memory for life. In spite of this, we’d never had sex in his kitchen. Ray had this obsession with keeping everything in his home as it should be, and I had a feeling that it might be because he needed to control at least some things in his otherwise quite unpredictable life.

I gave myself a second to feel bad for having disrupted his perfect home base; before he lifted me up to sit on the kitchen island. He snatched a pair of scissors out of a drawer, pulled out the fabric of my panties, and cutting through them at my hips. “You bought me these!”, I said. “I don’t care”, he growled. “I’ll get you some new ones”. He ripped the ruined panties of me, and looked down at the apex of my thighs. The cool wooden surface against my bottom made the sting from the spanking subdue, and I shifted to get more comfortable. The moment seemed to drag out forever, as Ray just looked at me. He took a deep breath. “Don’t move”.

Ray left the room for a moment, and then returned; having poured himself a proper glass of probably very expensive scotch. Leaning back against the counter opposite me, crossing his legs; he took a sip of the drink, and commenced his staring at me. “I have to say, that is the most appetizing piece of meat laid out in my kitchen in a long time”, he said. “Ray…”, I said, feeling myself melt under his gaze. A wicked smile ghosted his face, when suddenly his phone buzzed in his pocket. He leisurely took it out, and picked up the call.

“Yes?... Handled it this morning. Meeting’s set up for tomorrow afternoon… No, you didn’t interrupt anything, boss. Just preparing dinner…”. He began strolling calmly around the kitchen, and I didn’t dare move. “I was about to ask her, but she’s a bit preoccupied at the moment… I’m sure she’d love to, count on us…”. He took another sip of his scotch, and then held the glass to my lips; seemingly for me to taste. As I opened my mouth, he pulled the glass back, and dribbled some of the amber liquid down my chest instead. I frowned, and parted my lips to speak; but Ray set down the glass, and held a finger to my lips. “Will we be needing extra security…? I’ll take care of it… Yes, of course, I’ll wait…”.

With the phone still to his ear, Raymond licked the trail of scotch on my skin, from my collarbone, down to the top of my breast. My breath hitched at the sensation of his hot tongue. Just as he was about to move the cup of my bra down, to go for my nipple, he stepped back again. “Yes, I’m here… Did he…? Well, he’s a right cunt, but consider it handled… I’ll keep you in the loop. Goodnight, boss. Give my best to Rosalind”.

He hung up the phone, and put it on the counter next to me. His fingertips travelled over my thighs; avoiding my warmth. “Sorry about that, but you know how it is”, he said. “Now where were we…?”. “You were wasting a 1000-pound scotch on my tits”, I jeered. “1500”, Ray said. “And I wouldn’t call it wasted”. He took another sip of the scotch, but before he swallowed it, he put his lips to mine; letting me have a taste. “What was that about you not being worth enough? I usually don’t baste my meat in expensive whiskey”.

He put his hands on my ass, and made me scoot forwards on the counter. His fingers travelled down my belly, and finally met my folds; dipping in between them. I drew in a ragged breath, as he slid his fingers up and down. “Let’s have a taste”, he said, and removed them again, putting them into his mouth. “Sweet, bit tangy, perfectly moist”. He dipped his fingers again, this time letting one of them dip in to the knuckle, and crook upwards. I threw my head back, and closed my eyes. He removed the finger again, and I groaned. “Quit with the games, Ray”, I complained. “You started this, love”, he said. “I’m just finishing it”. “Then, bloody finish it!”, I retorted.

Raymond stepped back, corrected his glasses, and clicked his tongue chidingly. “Now, now. No need to be greedy. We’ve got all night. As you said, dinner plans are out the window”, he said. “Fine. I wasn’t hungry anyway”, I said. He raised a brow at me. “No? Let’s see if we can wake that appetite”. He thrusted two fingers into me, and used his free hand to get me to lie back; before moving it down to brush against my clit. “Please…”, I whimpered. “Please, what? Forgive me, Ray? I’ll never be a brat again, Ray?”. He thrusted his fingers upwards, touching my sensitive spot inside, as he began rubbing circles on my nub. “No…”, I said, not wanting to give in. I struggled to keep my composure, but as Ray began thrusting harder, and stroked deliciously at me, I was soon too far gone to speak. “I’m…”. “That’s what I thought”, Ray said calmly. I clambered to hold on to something, put found nothing but a rolling pin; which fell to the floor, making a clanking sound to accompany my own cry of passion, as I came.

Ray gently withdrew his fingers, wiped them of in a handkerchief from his pocket; and took my hand for me to sit up. “All good?”, he asked, his face not giving away an ounce of emotion. His pants were giving away enough, though; as the bulge on the front of them had grown quite a bit. “Living room”, he ordered, and as I got off the counter, and walked towards the door, he turned around, and quickly washed the mug in the sink. “Tea mug for coffee. Honestly…”, I heard him mutter.

As I stood in the dimly lit living room alone, waiting, I shivered from the chill entering through the still open door to the back yard. “Ray?”, I called out. “Coming, darling”, he responded, and he came through the doorway; walking over to the patio door, and closing it. He gestured at me to get over to the couch. “Knees”. He was carrying the whiskey-glass, and refilled it. “Don’t I get one?”, I asked. “No… I said; knees”. He sat down on the couch, legs spread casually, and looked on, as I got down on my knees in front of him. The elitist machismo in the room, was thick enough to carve with a butter-knife. “How’s the appetite?”. “Getting there”, I admitted. “Well, bon apetit”, Ray said, and gestured towards his crotch.

I rested my elbows on his thighs, and unbuttoned his pants; pulling down the zipper. Ray made no move to help me unwrap his erection, so I went on to pull down the elastic of his boxer-briefs as well. He let out a silent grunt, when I wrapped my hand around him; and I smiled at his respond to my touch. I began stroking the velvety skin on his hardness; and Ray took a sip of his drink as he watched me. I stuck out my tongue, and flicked the tip over the sensitive spot under the head; before flattening it, and sucking him into my mouth. Ray tasted as good as he looked and smelled. A perfectly expensive taste, with an undertone of something animal – dangerous even. I bobbed my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks to make my pull on his penis tighter. Putting my hand into his bowers, I managed to get his testicles over the elastic as well. This made me able to massage them gently; rolling them in my palm the way I knew he liked.

My vagina was still sensitive from Rays former treatment, so when he leaned forwards, ran a hand down my back – between my cheeks – and slid a finger between my folds; I almost came from just that second of contact. Ray sat back again, and continued his viewing of my work on his cock. “Don’t stop on my account”, he said. I made a swallowing movement, and another stifled groan came from him. I hummed slightly; making vibrations to add to the sensation. I added pressure to his testicles, and felt them tighten in my hand. Apparently, Ray was even more impacted by my treatment, than his face gave of. I released him from my mouth with a pop, and smiled sweetly up at him. “Enjoying yourself, Raymond?”, I asked. He cupped my chin. “You know I am, darling”, he smiled. “But it seems to me, you are as well”. I nodded, and bit my lip.

I went back to sucking him off, while he finished his drink. I could tell he was struggling not to grab on to me, so I took his free hand, and put it on my head. At first, he simply ran his fingers through my hair; but then held on to it, and began controlling my movements. I let go of his testicles, and held on to his thighs, as I let him take charge of me. Ray led me to take him shallowly; then pressed me as far down as I could take him. After a few minutes, he couldn’t keep quiet anymore, and let out audible grunts and gasps, accompanied by a series of fuck, babe and that’s perfect, darling. With one final deep push, his cock twitched; and he came in my mouth – holding me there until he was completely finished. He let go of me, and I sat back on my heels; swallowing.

Ray took a moment to calm his breathing, before getting on his feet, and helping me to stand in front of him. He put himself back into his pants, and led me in front of him, towards the bedroom. I knew we’d end up there at some point; and suddenly felt a chill down my spine, when I remembered the state, I’d left the room in. Before he could open the door, I stopped him. “Ray… Uhm…”, I started. “What?”, he asked. “I sort of left a mess in there… The closet…”. “Fletcher wasn’t in it again, was he?”, Ray growled. “No, nothing like that…”, I said. He gently pushed me out of the way, and opened the door; stepping inside, and turning on the lights. “The fuck…”, he said from inside. I moved up behind him. “At least I didn’t spill ketchup on anything…”, I tried.

Ray began removing his vest and shirt, not saying a word all the while. I was worried – and at the same time hoping – that I was in for another spanking. I went to sit on the bed, and heard Ray open his belt behind me. “No", he said calmly. I turned to face him, and saw he was shedding his pants and boxer briefs. Undressed, Ray was no less regal. He might as well be wearing a dinner jacket, and holding a glass of port. As it was, he was naked as the day he was born, standing proud and fit. I sent a thankful thought to his personal trainer; or, Coach, as I knew him. Ray put his clothes in the hamper, removed his glasses, and placed them on the dresser in the spot he always did.

“Seeing as you’ve thrown half the bedding on the floor, we might as well start there”, he said. “But the bed is right there…”, I said, slipping an arm around his torso. I ran my hand up his chest, and back down, running my nails through Rays pubic hair – as always, well groomed, and blonde as his head. He raised a brow at me, and caught my wrist, as I was about to take a hold of his penis. “And the red wine glasses were right within reach too, but you still chose something else", he said. “You asked for this, love. Its upside down-day".

With a swoop of his arm, Ray had me on the floor, and he patted my hip to make me roll onto my stomach. Once there, he gave me hard smack over my bottom. “Lift", he ordered, and when I did, he took the pillow; putting it under my hips, so my ass was raised in the air, and my chest against the duvet covered floor. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw Ray kneeling behind me. The view of my bottom and wetness had made him hard again, within record time; and he stroked himself a few times, while he probed my entrance with his fingertips. Stroking my cheeks with his free hand, he then gave me one more hard spank. With a firm hold on himself and one of my hips, he pushed into me; bottoming out with the first thrust.

“Oh, my… fuck!”, I cried out. Ray stroked my back up and down gently, and then spanked me again. “I thought my spanking was over”, I whimpered. Ray leaned over me, to kiss my neck, and speak into my ear. “Why would I stop, when you keep making those delicious little squeaks every time I do?”. He smacked me one more time, and I whimpered loudly. “There we are".

He began moving his hips, the blunt tip of his cock rubbing perfectly against my front wall. I rolled my lower body, and with the pillow under my hips, my back was perfectly arched to make the sensation of Ray inside me more intense than ever. Ray kissed and nibbled at the sweet spot on my neck, as he moved in and out of me. “You taste better than a Big Mac, any day of the week”, he chuckled. His warm breath against my skin, sent small jolts to my warmth, and I moaned wantonly. I clenched the muscles in my tunnel around him; knowing that it was one of his favorites among my tricks. “Fuck, you know what that does to me, love…”, he croaked. I repeated the action, and Ray let out a choked moan.

He placed a hand on either side of me, and held himself up to thrust shallowly, before bottoming out again. I craved his closeness, and tried lifting my body to have his chest against my back; but Ray pushed me down. He took each of my wrists in one hand, holding them behind my back, and grabbed a handful of my hair – holding on tightly, as he forced me against the floor. I was completely at Raymond’s mercy in this position. I couldn’t move my arms, lift my back or my head; and he had placed his knees between mine – making it impossible for me to put my legs together. All this brute dominance, and his casual upper-crust demeanor, had me feeling like I was in sex-paradise.

He went back to shallow thrusts, and then one deep one, trying to make me reach my climax by stimulating my g-spot. Soon after, he was successful; heat rose from my feet and all through my body, and I felt my walls contract. I cried out in extasy. I heard Raymond groan, trying to hold back his own orgasm; apparently not finished with me yet.

After I’d settled around him, Ray pulled out. “I’d love to shag you in the backyard now, but its late, and cold; so, if you don’t mind, let’s go for the bed", he said. “That works", I agreed, though my body was still convulsing. Ray leaned down and left small kisses up my spine. “Do you need to stop?”, he asked softly. “No! Please…”, I pleaded. I managed, with Raymond’s help, to get onto the bed; my legs shaking, and breath ragged. Ray grabbed the pillow and duvet, and quickly made the bed up properly; an impressive feat, as my exhausted body was splayed out on it. He got under the duvet with me, and gently spread my legs, to lay between them.

Hooking a leg around Ray’s hips, I pulled him towards me. “I think you’ve learnt your lesson, now”, he smiled, and stroked my cheek gently. I put a hand behind his head, and lifted my head to catch his lips with my own. Our tongues stroked softly against each other, and I let out a content sigh. “Soft finish?”, I smiled. Ray lifted his head, and raised a brow at me. “Fuck no”, he declared.

Suddenly, both my knees were hooked over his shoulders, and he pushed into me with a groan. My eyes rolled back into my head, as Ray began thrusting hard and fast into me; without mercy. Every thrust felt like it reached the deepest parts of me. Gone was the well-groomed gentleman dom. Ray was a wild animal, his jaw clenched, and pupils blown. His hands were holding on to my breasts, making his arms force my thighs together. I was sure that I would have bruises on both my breasts and my thighs from his attack, could not give less of a fuck; from the extreme orgasm that was building in my core. Crying out wasn’t enough; I screamed Ray’s name so loud, I was sure his neighbors would show up with noise complaints. In his current state, I was convinced he’d probably meet them in the door naked, telling them to either get in and enjoy the show, or fuck right off.

I grabbed his biceps, and dug my nails into his skin, leaving my own marks on my lover. My legs stretched out, and every muscle in my body tightened, as I exploded. Ray growled from my walls tightening around him, and the pain my nails were surely bringing him. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes burrowing into mine. My orgasm was at its peak, and my voice hit a pitch I didn’t know it could. Ray kept thrusting, and the feeling was getting so intense, I was unsure whether or not I’d pass out before long. “Please… I… Too much!”, I whimpered; as my body was thrusted back and forth from Ray’s movements. “Almost, baby. Keep going…”, he growled.

Just as I began thinking this is it. I’m going to die from too much orgasming, Raymond pounded into me three final times, and came inside me with a roar.

I was shaking as Ray dropped my legs from his shoulders, kissed my unmoving lips; and pulled out of me. He laid down next to me, and gave a me a crooked smile. “You still with me?”, he chuckled. “I just came… a lot!”, I croaked. “I could tell…”, he said, and moved a lock of my hair out of my face. “You’ll be happy to know, that so did I”. I laughed hoarsely.

“I should get cleaned up, before I get cum all over your Egyptian cotton sheets”, I sighed. “Fuck it. They were on sale”, Ray shrugged. I shook my head in mock confusion. “Excuse me?”, I said. “You bought something on sale?”. “Just keep it between us, love”, he said, and pulled me close, to kiss me. I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth. “I still have to go pee”, I said. I crawled out of the bed, and made my way towards the door. “Please put the towel back on the hook, when you’re done washing your hands”, he called after me. I smirked at him over my shoulder.

Once I’d finished my business, I made my way back to the bedroom. Ray had already fixed up the bed, and left his spare robe for me over a chair. Putting it on, I searched for him; finding him clearing up the mess I’d made around the house. I leaned against the doorway, watching him. “I’m sorry”, I lied. “No, you’re not”, he said. After having put the plates in the dishwasher, he walked over to me, taking my hand and pulling me with him, to sit down on the couch; where earlier he’d been enjoying my lips around his cock. “And as much as I enjoyed screwing you senseless just now, I’d like to know where all this came from”.

I looked down at our joined hands. ”You’ve been avoiding going out with me”, I said. “I know I don’t fit in to your posh lifestyle, but…”. “That’s what this was about? Getting back at me?”, he asked. “Partly”, I admitted. “And I suppose I wanted to… make you see what I’m really like. So, you could make a decision to either accept me, or…”. “Finish it”, Ray finished my sentence for me. I nodded.

He sighed deeply. “Darling… First of all, the fact that you don’t give a shit about which fork to use, and throw your clothes around, annoys the hell out of me; and makes me love you even more”. I met his eyes, and let out a short breath. Raymond had never used that word before. “Love…?”, I whispered. “Fuck yes, I love you”, he smiled. “And you not only fit in my life, you’d leave one hell of a hole, if you left. So no, I don’t want to finish it. You’re not getting rid of me by feeding me fast food, and throwing your socks in my yard”.

I frowned. “Then, why are you always working late? Cancelling our plans?”, I asked. “Well, that is the second part of this conversation, I suppose”, he said. “I knew we’d get here at some point, but I’ve been putting it off… You know what I do, isn’t exactly legal”. “Of course I do”, I said. “It’s not normal to sleep with a .48 in the drawer of your bedside table”. Ray brushed his thumb over my knuckles, and continued. “We’ve been having some issues with another… organization, in town”, he said. “They’ve been making some threatening moves… I’m worried, that of you’re seen with me, they’ll try to use you to get to me”. My jaw dropped. “As in… They’d kill me?”, I croaked. “I don’t think they’d go that far, but I’m not willing to take that chance”, Ray said firmly.

I took a few moments to think. “Ray… you can’t keep me locked up in this house”, I said. “I’m more than happy to do what you ask me to keep safe; but at some point, I’d like to get out… make all those posh cunts jealous of my arm candy”. I tugged gently at his beard, winking at him. “Who says you’re not the arm candy, darling?”, he smiled. “What, in my 20 quid H&M dresses, and worn shoes?”, I scoffed.

Ray stood up, and led me into the kitchen. He grabbed the wrapped box. “Actually, that’s why I got you this”, he said, and handed it to me. “Now, that was quite a bit more than 20 quid, but I’m sure you’ll look just as lovely in it, as you do in everything else you wear”. I blushed, and began unwrapping the box, opening the lid, to reveal a beautiful cocktail dress; in my exact size. “I don’t have anywhere to wear this!”, I said. “And it’s too expensive to keep at my flat. I’ll get robbed. I had to buy a lockbox for those earrings you got me”. “Michael has a birthday-party coming up next weekend. His wife will have my bollocks, if I don’t show; with a date”, Raymond said. “So, I can’t cancel on you this time”.

I took out the dress, and held it against me. “Bringing me as your date for your boss’ party… that’s pretty official, love”, I smiled. “It is, and it’s about time”, Ray responded. “And as far as where to store it…”. He tilted his head, and looked pleadingly. “Please leave that rat infested hell hole of a flat, and move in here permanently. I have to take a shower every time I come home from that place”. “It’s not that bad”, I said. “My next-door neighbor bakes me cookies every Christmas”. “And the one further down the hall, sells smack out of his trunk”, Ray retorted.

I bit my lip. “You really want me here? With my novelty mugs, and sneakers littering the hallway?”. “Absolutely”, Ray assured me. “Gives me ample opportunity to shag you on every surface we didn’t make it to tonight”. “Even the table in the backyard?”, I grinned. “We’ll have to make sure the grill isn’t so hot, you burn your perfect ass”, he said. “What do you say…?”. “Fuck it. Why not…?”.

Ray smiled warmly, and wrapped me in his arms. “Just for future reference; I prefer Burger King over Mickey D’s”.

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You know the lion is dangerous when it is quiet, stalking, sneaking up on its prey. Only after it has ambushed and killed its prey does the lion roar. It wants to intimidate the jackals. —J. Hand

Working on a Ray thing. Felt like sharing a quote I found fitting.

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He’s My Drug-Raymond Smith Smut

A/n: This is pure filth, I hope you all enjoy it!

Today had been an amazing day, James had taken me out for a lovely romantic meal in the heart of London. We weren’t anything official yet, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t beginning to fall for him, he was just so sweet and charming..a proper gentleman. He was near perfect in every way, except in the way that I craved more than anything, sex. But that wasn’t his fault, after sleeping with Ray for so long it was hard for anyone to meet that need.

I was walking back from the train station, when I heard a car pull up beside me, only to see Ray driving it.

“Get in the car,” he said simply, once he’d put the window down.

“I’m alright thanks,”I replied, continuing to walk away, determined to not become putty in his hands, but he just kept following me. After a few minutes the car pulled up beside me again, the window already down, a stern look on his face.

“Get in the fucking car, don’t make me tell you again, sweetheart,” He ordered, his eyes burning inot me. I sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to give up until I got in his car... so reluctantly I did.

“So, who was he?” He asked, as I shut the car door

“Who was who?” I retorted back, raising my eyebrows in confusion.

“That guy you were with,” He began, not taking his eyes away from the road. I didn’t make it a secret that I was seeing James, but I hadn’t told anyone about us either..

“Oh yeah, I know all about those little dates you’ve been having with him, I also know you’ve slept with him.”

“So what if I have, it’s none of your business,” I snapped, rolling my eyes at his comment.

“Mhhm, you see that’s where you’re wrong, it’s very much my business,” He pointed out, his possessive side making itself shown.

“Why? Scared he fucks me better than you do?” I questioned, instantly regretting the words once they left my mouth...of all the things I could’ve said in that moment..that was probably the worst thing.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m gonna make you regret fucking saying that.,” he wasn’t just telling me, he was promising me...The rest of the car journey was silent and I could feel the rage radiating off of Ray, I glanced over at him seeing him gripping the steering wheel tightly, the mere sight made me think about how desperately I craved those hands around my throat...it had been so long since we’d been together, which I can admit was out of my own doing. Mine and Rays relationship was complicated to say the least, he was like a drug, I knew he was bad for me but I craved him, his touch, his low voice whispering filthy things in my ear. But I also wanted someone to love me..someone who I could go on cute little dates with, someone safe and that wasn’t Ray. When we pulled up outside his house, he gave me a look, a look that needed no words..I knew better than to try and argue with him, especially with the rage that was still burning in his eyes. So without anything being said I got out of the car and walked up to his bedroom.

“Now, I want you to repeat what you said in the car,” He said, locking the bedroom door behind us as I walked into the familiar room, I didn’t say anything, trying to cling on to my composure.

“Oh sweetheart, you are really testing my patience today,” he warned, stalking closer to me, like he was a wild animal and I was his prey.

“Repeat what you said in the car,”

“I said are you scared that he fucks me better than you do,” I stated, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“I don’t need to be scared, sweetheart,” He chuckled lowly, moving so he was now right infront of me

“I know who gets you off,” he muttered in my ear, his hand cupping my clothed core.

“You don’t know shit,” I bit back, backing away from him only for my back to collide with the wall.

“Really?” He questioned, raising his eyebrow as he moved closer towards me once again. His hands caging me against the wall.

“So I don’t know that kissing you here, makes you weak at the fucking knees,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over my sweet spot, making my breath catch momentarily in my throat. I was so lost in trying to keep my composure, trying desperately to hide how turned on I was. I hadn’t realised that one of his hands had gone from the wall, until I felt a light tapping on my clit.

“I don’t know that when I touch you like this, right here, your pupils grow dark with arousal”

“Or how when I slide my fingers inside of you, your mouth opens slightly, releasing a shaky breath,” As if on cue, I felt a shaky breath leave my lips while a smirk came onto Rays.

“And I certainly don’t know that when I curve my finger just like this-” at his words he curled his finger ever so slightly, hitting my g-spot.

“Ray,” I moaned, feeling my pussy get wetter with every second.I hated how well Ray knew me but I also loved it at the same time.

“What’s the matter sweetheart, did daddy push the right button,” as he said those words he hit my g-spot again, composing another moan to fall from my lips.

“Does he touch you like this, does he coax these moans out of your mouth?” he taunted, his lips connecting with my neck.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart. you’re already in so much trouble, don’t disobey me and add to the list,” the warning tone in his voice, making me slowly fall back into my usual role.

“No, he doesn't,” I admitted, shaking my head.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he teased. Immediately I knew what he wanted and I couldn’t help but feel my pussy get wetter at the idea of calling him that again.

“He doesn’t make me moan like this, daddy,” I breathed, completely falling back into my role as his submissive little girl.

“He can hold your hand in public and take you on all those cute dates, but we both know that this cunt...this dripping wet cunt, only drips for me, it belongs to me and you know it, don’t you sweetheart?” he had me wrapped around his finger and he knew it. He knew that he could say anything, and I would agree with him.

“Yes, daddy,” I breathed, attempting to catch my breath from the euphoric feeling that was engulfing me.

“Good girl,” that phrase. That one stupid phrase. The phrase that I always craved to hear from him. The phrase that sent waves of arousal straight to my core.

“Now, sweetheart,” he began, removing his hand from my core. I couldn’t help the pathetic whine that left my lips at his actions, my eyes darting to his in pure confusion.

“Take those clothes off, get on the bed and spread those pretty fucking legs apart for me,” Ray ordered, loosening his tie.

“Because I’m about to remind you how good your daddy fucks you,” he practically growled in my ear, making my core ache as I obeyed his orders.

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creativeashproductions · 7 years

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Travelin’ Soldier Part 6

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Dr. Maria Halstead (OC), Dr. Will Harold (OC), Dr. Jason Xavier, Nurse Kelly and Sasha Words: 2078

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs, images or gifs in this either.

Warnings: Possible swearing, memory of torture, angst, FLUFF, hospital, mention of death and injuries.

Author: Caitsy

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A/N: The long awaited part 6! Guys there’s a lot of fluff! I was going to not do what I did to end it but JENSEN IS IN THE SAME BUILDING AS Y/N!

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*Two weeks later*

Your eyes fluttered open to see the bright lights in the white room. You were in more pain than you ever remembered. The cuts were painful and you knew your body was littered in a rainbow of bruises. You saw a nurse with mocha skin humming as she fixed flowers in a vase before she returned to see you panicking. You had noticed the tube going into your throat that was now gagging you.

“Sh, calm down.” The nurses soothed, “I’ll call for the doctor and we can removed this.”

“H-hmph!” You choked.

“I’m Katherine.” The gorgeous nurse smiled as she pushed some hair off your forehead, “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

The next half hour was tense and fast paced as you gulped water down still feeling the tube being removed. Everything hurt and you couldn’t remember the last few seconds in that building.

“Mrs. Ac-“

“Private Y/N Ackles.” You whispered closing your eyes tight, “Actually can you just call me Y/N…I do…I can’t.”

“Sure.” The doctor calmly said taking a seat in the chair beside you, “I’m Doctor Harold. I’m just going to inform you that you’ve been in a coma for a couple weeks. I am going to need your help with something okay?”

“Wh-what?” You cautiously watched as he stood at the foot of your bed.

“Can you lay down and look at the ceiling please? I’m going to do a quick test.” Dr. Harold explained, “I’m going to lift your foot and I want you to push down as hard you can okay?”

“Okay? Tell me when.” You said staring at the weird stain in the middle of the ceiling.

“Now.” He said, “Okay good but I have to go quickly see a patient okay?”

“Sure.” You mumbled as you faded back into sleep feeling as if everything was a dream.

The Doctor watched as the soldier faded back to sleep before he walked up to his co-worker and close friend. Doctor Maria Halstead was flipping through a patients chart when he leaned against the counter staring into the room of his patient.

“Something wrong Will?” Dr. Halstead questioned turning her attention to him.

“Remember when she first got in and the bullet was close to her spine?” Will asked.

“Yeah, she lost a lot of blood and flat lined twice in a day.” Maria said turning to look at the female soldier.

“We said she had a high chance of walking.” Will said frowning, “I’m not sure but I think she could very well have limited mobility because I did the usual test and she wasn’t able to push my hand down.”

“Will, she just woke up after a serious injury, torture and you think she was able to push your hand down?” Maria raised one eyebrow.

“I think she’s going to be paralyzed for the rest of her life.”

“Let’s not jump the gun!” Maria exclaimed staring at her friend, “We can’t risk anything letting that out because of who she’s married to!”

Jensen’s leg was jumping as they drove to the hospital where Y/N had been transferred to. It had been a harrowing two weeks since she was found and she hadn’t been stable enough to be moved to America until a week ago with news that there were complications from the lack of needed equipment to perform surgery.

“Oh God.” Jensen mumbled staring at the hospital doors, “I -don’t know if-“

“Yes you can.” Jared replied as Clif dropped them off, “We’ll do it together.”

The hospital was busy when they went up to the desk where a nurses was on the phone. She made eye contact with the boys before she continued talking into the phone. Waving a hand for the men they came closer.

“What can I do for you?”

“My wife was brought in here.” Jensen frantically said, “Last name is Ackles.”

“The soldier!” The nurse exclaimed grinning as she motioned to one of the doctors, “Dr. Harold is just over there, when he’s done he’ll be right with you.”

“Okay thanks.” Jared smiled pulling Jensen away from the desk. The nurse smiled before her attention was taken by another nurse handing her a tablet.

Taking a seat the two men were jittery waiting for any news from the doctor on the woman in a hospital bed. Jensen watched Dr. Harold with hawk eyes as the redheaded doctor grinned at one of the people before turning the tablet to them. In a few minutes the couple shook hands and they left in the elevators.

“Mr. Ackles and Mr. Padalecki, I’m Dr. Harold and I’ve been working on Y/N’s case.” The man smiled shaking the hands, “It’s a pleasure to be dedicating my time to her.”

“How is she, can we see her?”

“Mr. Padal-“

“Jared.”

“Jared the injuries your sister had acquired during her capture are concerning, if you could follow me.” Dr. Harold said as he began walking through the busy halls, “There were some complications we are keeping an eye one during the surgery.”

The two men were brought into a small room with a table and chairs along with some toys in the corner. Dr. Harold motioned to the seats across from where he was sitting as he swiped on his tablet before laying it face down.

“What’s the injuries?” Jensen questioned.

“You’re wife sustained multiple laceration, wounds, along with some wounds we attribute to self defence including blood splatter on her body. We have a strong believe along with the authorities that she was forced to kill someone.” Dr. Harold explained folding his hands, “While there is a large amount of physical wounds we believe the mental ones were much more.”

“Oh god.” Jensen whispered tearing up, “Please tell me that’s everything.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“What else.” Jared squeezed his eyes shut. the sigh was what opened his eyes when the tablet was moved to their vision, “Is…is that her x-ray?”

“We did this when she first came with a GSW which means-“

“Gun shot wound.” Jensen mumbled, “We’re actors on a show that tends to have a lot of that.”

“Okay, well Y/N was opened in the other hospital but they had some complications and airlifted her immediately. When she arrived we had strong believe that she would be physical okay in a couple months.” Dr. Harold said looking down at his clipboard, “She recently woke up and I tested her mobility, she was unable to fully push my hand down.”

Jensen’s eyes closed in pain before they opened in shock. He hadn’t heard the most important part of that sentence.

“She’s awake?! I want to see my wife! Right now!”

“She was only awake for a couple minutes before she fell back asleep. I’d also like to get my colleague to go over some things.”

“What kind of things?” Jared asked steeling himself, “Are they safe?”

“This is a hospital, I guarantee that he he says is safe.” Dr. Harold explained just as there was a knock on the glass door.

Jensen and Jared turned around to see an older gentlemen with greying hair and a nice smile step in. He had a few words before stepping up beside where Dr. Harold was sitting.

“Mr. Ackles, Mr. Padalecki.” The new doctor nodded shaking them men’s hands, “My name is Doctor Xavier, I’m the new head of psychiatry here. When I heard of Private Ackles being here I placed myself as her doctor.”

“Why?” Jensen glared.

“I, along with the board, decided that I should be her doctor because I have a past in the army before I took this job. My credentials are very well of this case. I’d like to give you a list of trusted therapists that are affiliated with the hospital and army.”

“I thought you were going to her-“

“Not therapist.” Dr. Xavier smiled before turning towards Dr. Harold, “How is the patient?”

“There’s a few concerns regarding her lower extremities. She was lucid when she woke up but seemed agitated.”

“What do you expect? If you went through what she did…you think you’d be remotely okay?!”

“Jared!” Jensen hissed, “Calm down. I don’t like this anymore than you do but listen.”

“With the right support, routine and therapy she should make a full recovery. I’d suggest looking into finding a dog to help her with PTSD.” Dr. Xavier explained handing over two sheets of paper with names of therapists and organizations do with this veteran dogs.

“Dr. Harold! She’s awoken again.” A nurse rushed into the room, “She’s having a difficult time. We need Jason and you.”

“Thank you Sasha.” Dr. Harold said striding out of the room with Dr. Xavier right behind him, “Can someone page Nurse Kelly?”

“Already on it!”

Jared and Jensen found out that the nurses Kelly and Sasha were your personal ones that fought tooth and nail to be on your care list. In typical fashion Jensen and Jared had tried to get into the hospital room but they were stopped by one of the female doctors milling around the floor.

You meanwhile was in your room holding your hands over your ears and eyes tightly closed. You were shaking because you weren’t in a hospital but instead back in that musty dark room. You could guns firing and the voice of Charlotte guiding you to killing that family again.

“No! Please!” You shouted crying. You sobbed when you instead found the sharp knife carving into your body.

“Sedate her!” You trembled hearing that voice but it faded to darkness and you slumped over into your self.

It didn’t take long until the whole family was in the waiting room demanding answers while you slept in your room. You had been asleep for a few hours following the episode earlier in the day. One thing was good news which was that you were able to move your upper body with good strength but the lower body was weaker.

“Do you think it’s because she wasn’t able to walk around?” Dr. Halstead asked looking at her friend. They were going over the MRIs, X-Rays and Cat scans of the soldier.

“I’m not sure. Why is her upper body so strong?”

“Will, have you thought about how her arms were bound but the inability to move around the room greatly affected her?”

“It seems weird to me.”

“Will…are you not looking at the bigger picture because of o-“

“No.” Dr. Harold sternly looked at his best friend, “We do not talk about that.”

“You can’t let your personal feelings into that room!” Dr. Halstead called out as the ginger haired man stomped off from her.

Dr. Halstead frowned thinking back to how much has changed for Will since the past year, the man had gone through a lot. She bit her lip wanting nothing more but to hold him but he wouldn’t let that happen. Not so soon after their lives blew up in their faces.

“Dr. Halstead?” Kelly asked, “Do you think the hospital would allow me to work more hours on this floor to be with her?”

“I’m sure if you brought up that she’s needs a routine and familiar faces may help. You’re a good nurse, have you ever thought of becoming a doctor?”

“I have but I like doing what I do right now.” Kelly smiled pushing hair back up into the tight bun.

“How’s your patient doing?”

“She’s still knocked out. Do you think her husband should be in there?” Kelly questioned playing with her hands.

“He should be in there. Is there a reason why he isn’t?” Dr. Halstead asked turning to her tablet to bring up the information.

“Dr. Harold said she can’t ha-“

“No. Let Mr. Ackles up, he deserved to be there for his wife.” Dr. Halstead frowned thinking of why Dr. Harold wouldn’t allow it.

“But-“

“If Will comes at you just send him to me. I’ll deal with it.” Dr. Halstead smiled patting Kelly’s shoulder.

“Okay Maria.” Kelly smiled before making her way towards where the family was waiting.

When the door opened they all looked up to see a young nurse standing there, one the nurses stationed as Y/N’s. Jensen gulped worried about why she was here but it seemed the nurse figured it out.

“I’m nurse Kelly. I’m here to take Jensen up to see his wife.”

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