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Raymond Smith x Reader - Let Me Make It Up To You

My first entry for my 3.6k drabble celebration!

I enjoyed writing this so much, thank you so much @deathbecomesnerds for requesting this!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Prompt - You tried to kill me three days ago

Raymond wasn’t surprised when he saw Y/n in his kitchen, pointing a gun at him as soon as he entered the room. 

Instead he was relieved. 

A small chuckle fell from lips as he rolled up the sleeves of shirt slightly. 

“You are aware I’m pointing a gun at you, right?” Y/n questioned, anger growing in her eyes; she was clearly annoyed by Raymond's response but he maintained completely unphased. It certainly wasn’t the first he had had a gun pointed at him nor would it be the last. 

Plus, he knew that this was all being done just to prove a point. 

“I am very much aware,” he began, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he walked closer to her, “but we both know you’re not gonna shoot me, sweetheart.”

“You do remember that you tried to kill me three days ago?” She scoffed, pulling the lapel of her  jacket to the side slightly revealing the wound Raymond had left her with, “Why do you think I wouldn’t pull the trigger?”

What made him know that he was right in his statement? Because he knew that as pissed off at him as she was, he knew how she felt about him, and he felt exactly the same way he felt about her. 

Did he shoot her? Yes.

But he knew it wouldn’t kill her. 

Though that didn’t seem to stop a small wave of guilt from washing over him as he looked at the bullet wound just below her collar bone. 

“You know why,” he answered her latter questioned first, slowly putting one foot in front of the other to close some of the distance between them, until his forehead was near enough touching the barrel of the gun Y/n was holding, “and if I wanted you dead, do you honestly think you would still be breathing?” 

It was a rhetorical question; she knew Raymond, and she knew that if he wanted her dead, she would be dead. 

A sigh left her lips as she lowered the gun and put it down on the kitchen counter. 

“Still fucking hurt though,” she muttered, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes as she looked at him.

He was a lot closer to her now; and as much as she wanted to push him away she couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

Even now she craved his touch. 

“I know,” he acknowledged solemnly, tentatively moving the lapel of her jacket to the side so he could look at the wound again. 

“I am sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, placing a featherlight kiss above the forming scar. 

“Gonna take a lot more than that to get me to forgive you,” Y/n remarked, trying to fight back her smile as his lips worked their way up her neck. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he continued, leaving a trail of kisses from her scar, up her neck until her lips were hovering inches from hers, “I’m just getting started."

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[make-me-imagine]

I happen to be in a Charlie Hunnam mood so if you have a request for any of his characters from the following, I might be will to write them:

Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) Arthur (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) Willian "Ironhead" Miller Triple Frontier

*In order of preference

xx

[puffins-muffins]

Raymond begrudgingly loving if you did this to him, with his germaphobe, OCD ass.

ohhhhh!!! Zakia, I LOVE this!! 💋 but Ray? not so fucking much. 😬🤭

for him to let you do something like this, all over his meticulously clean skin, disrupting his order? that means you're everything to him.

and you’re the only one who gets away with pushing his boundaries because he adores you. you’re the softness in a world he keeps very rigid and sterile, the literal exception to every rule he’s ever made for himself.

he’s still very prickly about it, of course. muttering curse words under his breath, trying not to visibly twitch every time you leave another mark on him.

You're curled up beside him on the couch, half in his lap, lazily pressing kisses along the inside of his forearm, each one leaving behind a perfect imprint of your deep red lipstick.

"Darling…" he warns.

Your only response is a hum, not even looking up as you place another kiss just below the last.

"You realize what you’re doing, yes?" His accent is sharper when he's annoyed.

You smirk, lifting just your eyes to look at him. "It’s art, Ray. Be still."

He glances down at his arm, now decorated in a trail of smeared crimson.

"You love it." you say, dotting another kiss by his wrist.

“I love you,” he corrects. “But this is a test of my fucking limits.”

Another kiss. “Relax. I’m almost done.”

“You said that five kisses ago,” he huffs.

You shift your body away from him, meeting his narrowed gaze with a wicked smile. “Fine. I’ll stop.”

And then you pause before adding:

“…but I was just about to start on your cock.”

A few rapid blinks, just Raymond short-circuiting.

“Jesus Christ,” he croaks out, grabbing for you. “Go on, be a good girl and finish your art."

[hoteldreamss]

Raymond Smith || imagine

Метки: небольшое похищение.

Слов: 646

Ты почти дрожишь, когда смотришь на мужчину перед собой. Он выглядит не как опасный человек, но это даже беспокоит тебя ещё больше. Его взгляд мягкий, Рэй очевидно понимает, насколько тебе страшно.

— Не стоит переживать, мы не обидим вас, — произносит Рэймонд. Он представился, и попросил тебя и твою подругу также сказать ваши имена.

Небольшой бар, в который вы зашли отдохнуть опустел моментально, как только появился Рэй.

Твоя подруга сидит рядом с тобой, тихая, как и ты. Она нервничает.

— Где твой парень? — интересуется Рэймонд, посмотрев на девушку рядом с тобой.

— Я не знаю.

Рэймонд усмехается, откидываясь на спинку небольшого диванчика перед вами. Два крупных мужчины стоят по обе стороны от Смита, хотя и ты и твоя подруга уже знаете, что не следует лишний раз рыпаться.

— Тогда тебе следует узнать, — произносит Рэй, пристально смотря на твою подругу. — Ты знаешь, что он украл очень много у моего босса?

Ты чувствуешь немного злость на свою подругу, очевидно по вине её идиота-парня вы в такой не выгодной для себя ситуации. Ты стараешься прикусить язык, учитывая, насколько тебе не нравился этот получеловек, и теперь из-за него вы здесь.

— Я давно с ним не общалась, мы вроде как расстались?.. — произносит твоя подруга.

Ты воздерживаешься от того, чтобы закатить глаза, зная, что их расставание ненадолго, как обычно. Они занимаются этим уже три года, сходятся и расходятся. Мужчина перед вами в очках, хмыкает, кажется подозревая, что девушка перед ним немного привирает.

— Тогда настало время пообщаться. — Рэймонд берёт один из телефонов, которые вы отдали ему. Смит положил их перед вами на стол, и теперь протягивает смартфон твоей подруге.

Она нерешительно тянется к своему телефону, взяв его, ты можешь чуть ли не слышать идею в её голове, позвонить не своему парню, а в полицию. Кажется, не ты одна можешь понять глупую идею девушки. Один из двух мужчин, стоявших по обе стороны от Рэймонда, достаёт пистолет, направляя его на твою подругу.

— Эй, не нужно, — Рэй кладёт ладонь на пистолет, давя на него, заставляя своего человека опустить оружие. — Девушка явно понимает, что здесь происходит и чего делать нельзя.

Твоя подруга кивает, кажется передумав делать что-то непредсказуемое.

Ты лишь наблюдаешь за происходящим, не готовая сегодня умирать по глупости своей же подруги.

Набирая номер своего парня, девушка рядом с тобой чуть ли не дрожит, пока ты стараешься сохранять спокойствие. Рэймонд смотрит на тебя всего мгновение, изучая взглядом, как ты можешь предположить просто старается узнать, готовишься ли ты к чему-то спонтанному и глупому, думая, что лучше сделать это, нежели просто подождать.

Рэй не собирается сегодня никого убивать, потому что это не то, что он должен делать. Ему нужно найти проклятого паренька, не больше и не меньше, два трупа несчастных девушек ему не нужны ни на совести, ни на репутации.

Ты опускаешь взгляд, не выдерживая долгого взгляда мужчины перед тобой. Он не выглядит опасным, но очевидно является таким, ты не сильно хочешь проверять насколько Рэймонд опасен для тебя.

— Он не отвечает.

— Напиши ему, — произносишь ты, сразу — одёргивая себя, за то, что вмешалась.

Тебе не следует лезть, но тебе хочется вернуться домой сегодня живой.

— Напиши ему, — произносит Рэй, встретившись с тобой взглядом.

Твоя подруга моментально приступает к набору сообщения. Смит не спускает с тебя взгляд, заставляя твой пульс учащаться.

Опустив взгляд и телефон, твоя подруга выглядит слишком подозрительно, заставляя тебя понять, что она сделала что-то не желанное для мужчины перед тобой.

— Дай телефон, — он протягивает руку, и твоя подруга кладёт смартфон на его ладонь.

Он быстро разблокирует его, уже зная ваши пароли. Он никогда не спрашивал их, но ты даже не хочешь думать, от куда он это знает. Ты молча смотришь на Смита, который тяжело вздыхает и убирает телефон в карман.

— Ведите их в машину.

Ты с удивлением смотришь на Рэймонда, и как только один из его людей подходит к тебе, хватая тебя за руку и тянет к выходу. Вы с подругой сопротивляетесь, стараетесь вырваться, но это сложнее, чем может показаться. Вас грубо заталкивают в машину, пока ты уже понимаешь, домой сегодня вряд ли вернёшься.

[backtothefanfiction]

Help me get back into a good writing habit! Pick a prompt and one of the characters I write for (or multiple if that’s what takes your fancy) send them to my ask box and each day I will pick one to write! Let’s create some fun one shots together!

Prompt Challenge Masterlist!

So I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump and we all know I love writing a quick piece before I go to sleep. Help me get back into a good writing habit and have your say in my quick little imagines and one shots.

Characters

Pedro Characters

Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell, Din Djarin, Agent Whiskey, Marcus Acacius, Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Dave York, Ezra,

Andrew Characters/Peter Parker Variants

Eduardo Saverin, Jeb Pyre, Dennis Nash, Tobias (We Live In Time), Peter Parker, Dad!Peter, Frat!Peter, Mob!Peter, Professor!Peter,

Oscar Characters

Poe Dameron, Moon Knight boys, Blue Jones, Duke Leto Atreides, Miguel O’Hara, Santiago Garcia,

Other Characters

Will Miller, Benny Miller, Aramis, Legolas, Raymond Smith, Elijah Mikealson, Kol Mokealson, Will Turner, Felix Catton

Prompts

1. “Don’t look at me like that?”

2. “You really do have a terrible poker face.”

3. “I know you can hit harder than that.”

4. “Is that my shirt?”

5. “You crashed my car!”

6. “Would you just hold my hand?”

7. “We should get married.”

8. “You’re threatening but like in a really adorable way.”

9. “Stop arguing with me in front of the kids!”

10. “Okay, NOW you’ve officially lost your mind.”

11. “You are losing my interest and that’s very dangerous.”

12. “You have got to be kidding me. Him?”

13. “Have you been taking pictures of me?”

14. “Are you really going to make me spell it out for you?”

15. “Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?”

16. “Quick, don’t ask questions, just kiss me like we’re both about to die.”

17. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

18. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?”

19. “I believe you’ve taken something of mine and I want it back.”

20. “I love you, but please, for the love of god, would you just stop that.”

21. “What are you? A fortune teller now or something?”

22. “You know, we could get arrested for this.”

23. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”

24. “Why are you sitting on the floor in your underwear eating chocolate cake?”

25. “Hey! You sunk my battleship!”

26. “Take it off!”

27. “You’re being ridiculous. What are you five?”

28. “You’re the biggest buzzkill, you know that?”

29. “Oh my god, what are you eating?”

30. “Right, we never speak of this again.”

31. “Oh I’m sorry, but jealousy looks real good on you.”

32. “I tried to tell you, but do you listen to me? No.”

33. “Why don’t we thumb wrestle for it?”

34. “Where did you learn that one? TikTok?”

35. “Okay, well that wasn’t creepy at all.”

36. “Why are we whispering?”

37. *urgently whispered “Just play along.”

38. “Please can you just go away, I’m very busy and you’re distracting me.”

39. “No. NO! You’re doing it all wrong.”

40. “Oh, bite me.”

41. “OH FUCK THAT HURTS!”

42. “Your face seems familiar… have we met before?”

43. “How many of those have you had?”

44. “I have never heard anything scarier than when you screamed.”

45. “I’m sorry but this is going to hurt… like a lot.”

46. “I’m sorry, but I am done waiting for you.”

47. “I came as soon as I heard.”

48. “I’m trying to help you! Would you stop making it harder for me?”

49. “You just kissed me.”

50. “If you don’t stop right this second, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

51. “I don’t want you to disappear from my life.”

52. “If you don’t get out of my sight in the next 5 seconds I think there is a very real chance I’m going to kill you.”

53. “What do you mean it wasn’t supposed to happen like this?”

54. “You have absolutely no evidence and you know it.”

55. “Would you stop being such a brat?”

56. “You really do have an answer for everything.”

57. “Did nobody ever tell you as a kid you are annoying?”

58. “Please kill me.”

59. “I wasn’t asking.”

60. “What happened to New Year, New Me?”

61. “Such filthy words from such a pretty mouth. Tell me, do you kiss your mother with that mouth too?”

62. “I choose you. I’ll always choose you.”

63. “You’ve got 10 minutes. Make it count.”

64. “I am the monster YOU created.”

65. “I wish I hated you!”

66. “I can take care of myself just fine thank you.”

67. “You ruin everything you touch.”

68. “That’s not mine.”

69. “You told him I was yours. Why did you tell him that?”

70. “Wait! This isn’t what it looks like!”

[carni-val]

Soooo it’s been a hot minute but I’m getting back into my Charlie Hunnam hyper fixation so if anyone wants to send some requests through, my ask box is open 👀

[steakpieisnice]

Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) xfemOC coming out 6/10!!

Headlines & Heartstrings is my first fanfic I've ever written and it releases tomorrow!

Chapter one and two are done and chapter three is already in the works ;)

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

One of my faves that I hold dearly to my heart 😌

Company Man Masterlist

Pairing: Raymond Smith x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only

Notes: Not beta-read. This story has two parts total.

Warnings: Cursing; angst; fluff; slow-burn; explicit sexual content Summary: Raymond’s a company man, through and through. He swears up and down that what’s good for Mickey is fine with him, but you’re sure that he doesn’t like the speed with which you rise through the ranks.

Part One Part Two

[holylulusworld]

A perfect gentleman

Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warning: bitchy friends, mentions of anxiety, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex

You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.

Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.

You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.

“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”

“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”

“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”

“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”

“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”

“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance. 

He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.

“That was very nice of you.”

“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”

“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.

He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name. 

“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”

“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”

You chuckled. “What gave me away?” 

“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.

“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.” 

He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”

“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”

His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.

“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar. 

He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.

Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock. 

“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”

“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”

“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as he mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips.

“Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”

“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”

“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.

“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”

 “It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”

You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.

“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”

“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.

With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.

It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to. 

At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.

“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”

“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”

“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”

“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.

“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”

“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”

You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either. 

Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home. 

“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kissed you again, softer this time. “Bare.”

He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.

“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”

“Raymond.”

“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”

“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”

“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”

Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed. 

“You’re mine now,” he threatened, his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”

He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”

“’m yours, Ray…”

He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier.

“Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”

“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it was all you could do because he just felt too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”

“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”

Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets. 

“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.

“I know, sweetness.”

“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently. 

“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”

His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.

Not that you got the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.

He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.

“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.

“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”

“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”

Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”

You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”

“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.

“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”

Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist.

“My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”

“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”

“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him. 

You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you. 

“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”

He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.

“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.

“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”

“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.

“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”

Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.

One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”

“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”

“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”

“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”

Part 2

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

I'll Show You Just How Sad I Am

a raymond smith x reader quick little blurb, just 1k words

there's mentions of smut in this so read at your own risk <33 who knows, maybe raymond will make a more regular occurrence on my blog over the next few weeks

here's my masterlist in case you want to check out my other works

"Should be the door to your left, honey."

Your voice is sweet in his ear, a pleasant distraction from the run-down building Mickey had sent him off to. It's smelly and dirty and even though he knows he should most likely feel pity, he's still just as disgusted. He'd be with you in a heartbeat if he could, safe and clean in the comfort of your home.

"Mickey should've sent a cleaning lady", he grunts as he knocks at the door, your chuckle almost making up for the very truthful, thinly veiled anger behind his words.

"Mickey wanted you because you're the best", you recite - you've told him often enough by now that it really is reciting. "And because he trusts you to keep this clean."

Which is easier said than done.

Twenty minutes later, the whole thing's anything but clean.

Sure, he'd very much accomplished bringing Laura home - but he'd also left a dead teenager in a puddle of blood about two stories down from where he should've been sitting.

"Left, left!", you call into the mic. Even though you're far from panicking, you're still much too loud, your voice flowing from his earpiece and stinging his brain.

"I'm trying, darling", he grunts back, breathless and panting as he pushes on, one foot in front of the other on the pavement of some random South London streets.

"I know, I know", you sigh. He isn't sure whether he's actually hearing you chew on your lip or imagining it, but he doesn't really have the capacity to think too much about it at the moment. "He's right in front of you. You've got him, Ray."

Yeah... The only problem is that what you must be seeing as a moving, flashing dot on a digital map, he's seeing as a bunch of teenagers trying to look intimidating. Probably feeling intimidating too. God, this is exactly why he didn't want the job. He isn't made for the fucking low-classed youth.

"You've seen enough?", that bastard of a boy spits at him. "Now I've got backup."

Raymond steadies his hands on his thighs and takes a deep breath in.

"You couldn't back up a phone, you cunt", he rasps, his erratic heartbeat slowly starting to calm back down.

"Raymond", you scold. "That's a child."

"That's a bastard", he mutters, before he finally straightens and tries his best at a somewhat mannered bargain. He's really only here for the fucking phone. He needs those pictures, then he's gone. He doesn't want to leave more unnecessary corpses to take care of.

So he offers them money. Which is something that they should definitely take, just judging by how they look. Plus a visit to a very good psychiatrist. But they don't. It's the same fucking bastard who's taken the pictures in the first case and got him into this mess that refuses - and in such a really stupid way, too: "How 'bout you give us that bag and be gone anyway?" - god, even you let out a choked up laugh at that, your breath carrying through the mic and into Ray's earpiece.

He drops his chin to his chest and shakes his head. What a fucking bunch of idiots. Goddamn it. He can feel his blood boil, hot and hotter.

"It's bait", you mutter, your voice low. "Calm down, love. You've got a machine gun. Use it."

Yeah, fucking hell, it's bait, he knows that. It doesn't change the way he's feeling. But your voice in his ear at least brings him back down to reality.

"Right", he grunts, then he swipes his coat to the side, closes his hand around the grip of the gun and steadies his fingertips against the trigger. He pulls it out in one swift motion, points it at the sky and shoots. For a good three seconds longer than necessary.

"Just like that", you breathe, your grin dripping down onto your voice and melting into his ear like honey. You've really got to stop that, he actually loses his focus for half a moment there and in his line of work, next time that means sure death.

The entire bunch of teenage boys flees - as expected - and in less than a minute, Raymond has the phone pressed into his palm.

"God, sometimes I really hate that I'm not there", you sigh, something in the background ruffling, probably as you shift into a more comfortable position on your chair. "Kinda wish I could've seen you."

"Run after a little cunt like that? You didn't miss anything, darling", he says, turning his head left and right before he strides back towards the car, his steps long and purposeful.

"Turn the corner here", you mutter, your voice taking on that specific tone that tells him there's a lazy grin licking at your lips. He can just imagine how you're looking (especially now that he has the time and freedom of mind for it) - one foot propped up on those bar stools that you'd bought for the kitchen, your equipment organised on the table top in front of you, his shirt hanging from your shoulders and pooling in your lap, your head tilted back and your eyes half-closed as you talk to him.

"I don't mean the little idiot", you go on, undeterred even as he narrowly avoids a trash can. Fuck, you really distract him too much. "I'm talking about you. God, you sounded so hot I wanted to jump at you. Actually scratch that, I still do."

He lets out a chuckle as he spots the car, his steps slowing. He should hurry up, he knows that. But he's got you in his ear, talking in that sweet voice of yours about just how much he affects you. He can't pass up on that.

"You're a little fuckin' minx, darling", he mutters with a grin, throwing a glance over his shoulder to check if there's any possibility he could be overheard. He doesn't necessarily feel like making your conversation public, even as you hum into the microphone.

"Yeah, but yours", you mumble. It sounds like you're almost proud of that. "Here's an idea, love: Get back home before I finish my shower and I'll show you just how sad I am that I couldn't watch you."

[reveluving]

She was about to turn around when he grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her hard, when he pulled away she grinned, her cheeks warming up.

Hell YEAH, I like whatever the hell this is!! 💯💯

Thank goodness for Raymond 'Hottie' Smith writers/enthusiasts, making sure everyone knows his existence 😭🙏🏼❤️ OMG, I just love, love, LOVE them alreadyyyyy!!!

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Raymond Smith x fem!reader

+18. mdni

note: quite obviously inspired by the movie of the same title from 2005. Ray and reader r married and secretly assassins behind each others back, until one day their real identities get exposed n they have to work through what it means for their marriage and relationship.

the whole street knew them as the cute couple that everyone wanted to hang out with during bbq parties, or when football was on and someone invited everyone to come and watch the game in their house. Ray was a gentleman through and through, always prepared, polite and reliable, whereas his other half was the more spontaneous one. She's easily the life of the party, sweet, friendly and warm.

and when they were together they were a sight to behold, Ray was one handsome fucker, slicked back soft hair and a thick beard, broad shoulders and kind yet intense eyes. His other half was simply gorgeous, brimming with youthful mirth, the one that somehow all young children gravitate to, always ready to play with them or offer snacks. 

Ray worked as an accountant in the city while his wife was a freelance artist as a cover, but both were actually assassins. She ran her own small business and even got to open a few galleries to show off her art, she was doing well, they were doing well. 

until one day they both ended up going after the same target, raymond was settled on top of a building, ready to put a hole in the target's skull until an ice cream van barrelled down the street, hitting the target's car and Raymond cursed. It all happened so fast, a hand poking out of the window of the van holding a gun, and Raymond didn't think, pulling the trigger, missing and nicking the person's hand, making them pull their hand back and shoot with the other, straight at him, almost taking out his left ear. How that person was able to see him from that far, and barely miss, was beyond him.

the next day over dinner, Raymond noticed his wife's bandaged finger, he froze and watched her happily chew the pasta he made and enjoy his homemade garlic bread.

“Love?” He said and she hummed, lifting her head to look at him, mouth full of pasta. 

“What happened to your finger?”

She froze and he saw something flash behind her eyes, she quickly chewed and swallowed her mouthful, “Hot glue gun got me,”

“Hm,” He slowly stood up and made his way around their dinner table, standing over her and reaching to hold her hand when she snatched it away, “It's still sensitive.”

“I just want to see how bad is it,” Ray said, tone neutral and stable.

“It's not too bad, I already cleaned it well and wrapped it pretty tight, I can't open the bandage to show you,” She explained, clutching her finger with her hand, and looking at him with her big Bambi eyes. He observed her carefully, about how open and honest she sounded and looked. There's no reason for Ray not to believe her. But then he had a gnawing feeling in his guts, and he learned a long time ago to never ignore it. 

So he smiled, “Dessert?”

She lit up, “Yes, please!”

He'll have to investigate later because he really wants to trust his wife, but he knows from experience not to ignore his gut feeling if he wants to keep on breathing. So for now, he'll serve his lovely wife dessert, clean the table and make love to her that same evening, like he always does. 

. 

. 

. 

“Where were you?”

Ray was greeted at 4 in the morning in his home by his wife standing in the kitchen, wearing his t-shirt and her undies, looking delicious as ever. if it was any other time Ray would already be balls deep inside his wife's perfect cunt, but it wasn't one of those times. 

instead he slammed his duffel down on the counter, in the middle of their kitchen, he opened the bag and took out a brick of clay, the type you can get from art stores, from the same brand that his wife likes the most. he then took his butterfly knife out of his pocket and easily sliced the thing open, and instead of bits of clay falling apart, a neatly wrapped pack of bullets fell with a clank. 

“Now, are you going to tell me what the fuck is this?” Ray said, inhaling sharply and pointing at the bullets and the rest in the duffel bag with his knife. 

His wife didn't move, her arms crossed over her chest and looking at the bullet pack, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his and he frowned, moving a step back when he was met with icyness. 

She unfolded her arms and let them hang at her sides, licking her lower lip as Ray watched, knife in hand and heart hammering in his chest. 

“A regular civilian is not capable of finding that out,” She said and Ray’s fingers started itching, he was hot all over under his clothes and he was so close to doing something he's never done to the love of his life, to his wife, ever. 

“A regular civilian also can't own devices that can't be traced, or work in a company that doesn't fucking exist,” She spat, her previously warm eyes emitting nothing but danger, and all bells in Ray's mind rang loud and clear; he needed to kill her before she kills him.

It all happened so fast, her snatching one of Ray's fancy butcher knives that are magnetised to the wall and dodging Ray throwing the duffel bag at her. Knives sliced the air between them and Ray charged at his wife with everything he got, not holding back, twirling his knife quickly and fast in his fingers, from one hand to the other as he slowly walked her further inside the house, his wife walking backwards, knife in hand and a wild look in her eyes.

She grinned sharp and predatory, “No wonder you're so good with your fingers,”

Ray couldn't hold back his laugh, “What can I say, I'm a natural.”

“How did you figure it out?” She asked, the back of her knees hitting the sofa. 

“Be honest, how did you hurt your finger?” Ray asked. 

“Gunshot,” She answered and Ray didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned. 

“Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to nick you.” He said and watched as her eyes darkened, “You dickhead! Why did you shoot me?! I was after a fucking terrorist!” She shouted, almost giving him a new haircut as he dodged the knife, Ray knocked her off her feet, she fell with a grunt. “It's just protocol, eliminating anyone who gets between me and the target,” 

Ray was about to grab her when she wormed herself away at a fast speed, pushed her body up with ease and balled her fists in front of her, jumping on their glass coffee table, “What sort of fucking company do you work for? I could've been a civilian!”

“Listen– get your feet off the coffee table!” Ray warned. 

“Fuck the coffee table, it's ugly anyway!” She spat and slapped the knife off his hand quickly, and as soon as he lost his knife he jumped her, her own butcher knife flying in the air and landing buried in the sofa. 

Ray fought to hold her still but she was strong and squirmy, hitting him with her elbow on his side, a gasp was punched out of him and he decided then to not hold back, Ray gathered her in his arms and threw her across the room, breaking the window and bringing down the blinds.

When she got her footing back, she glared at him with the power of fifty suns, “I can't believe you hit your wife, Ray.”

“Last time I checked my wife wasn't an assassin,” Ray said, throwing his coat on the sofa and unbuttoning the first 4 fout buttons of his shirt, then rolled the sleeves watching his pretty wife wrap a ripped piece of fabric around both of her wrists, “Your hypocrite, you're an assassin too! And your name is probably not even Raymond Smith either!”

She grabbed Ray's favourite potted plant and threw it at his head, as he dodged the hit, he found himself embraced by his wife, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his shoulders, “You know that won't work-” His voice quickly got cut off when she squeezed his neck with the remainings of the blinds, the white fabric pulling tight at his thick neck as he clawed at her to let go.

“Did you even love me? In those 5 years of marriage, was anything real?” She asked, squeezing harder until Ray slammed them both down on the ground, bruising her back, she screamed and he took that second to get her hands off him, finally gulping oxygen into his lungs, “Yes! Yes, I fucking did!”

“Then why didn't you tell me?! Why did you hide??” She shouted, eyes brimming with tears at being slammed down on her back, but also at the anger at being lied to. 

“To protect you, that's why! I can't tell my bride I was a killer, what sort of girl would marry a man like that?!” Raymond said, hovering above her, hair dishevelled and eyes wild. 

She then started giggling, giggling for the love of God. “Ray, my love, the light of my life,” She said, holding his face in her hands, Ray feeling his chest burn at the overwhelming emotions he was feeling, “You told me you were an accountant and I married you. If a girl is willing to marry an accountant, she'll marry an assassin,”

Ray didn't mean to laugh, his eyes burning with unshed tears as she brought his face lower and kissed him gently on the lips, and for a moment everything was okay. 

That's when she decided to grab him and flip them around, squeezing his head between her thighs and pulling at his arm, hard. 

“Even though I really did love you. Don't even think I'll let you go, now. I'm not a civilian, baby, and you'll do well to remember that.” She threatened and Ray grinned, he won't have her any other way. 

He brought his free arm up and squeezed at her naked thigh, “Are we fighting or fucking? I'm getting mixed signals here.”

“Oh, can it, Mr Smith,” She squeezed his head tighter, cutting off his oxygen as he gasped and relaxed her hold, just to give him a taste of what's to come if he tries to run away. 

Their short moment of peace was erupted with a rain of bullets. Raymond both threw them on the ground, under the range of the gunfire. 

“What the fuck!” She cursed and when the gunfire finally stopped, Raymond dragged her up the stairs and the gunfire resumed as they tried not to get hit, “Meet me in my studio, okay?” She said and Ray nodded, turning to get to their bedroom, to probably, well, most definitely get a gun. She was about to turn around when he grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her hard, when he pulled away she grinned, her cheeks warming up.

“Go on, then.” He smirked, patting her cheek and sneaking to their bedroom as she made her way to the studio, quickly grabbing every hidden weapon in the room and shoving it all in a backpack, she opened the window and hopped on her desk, and looked outside, immediately spotting guys from her organisation, and others most definitely from Ray's firm. And, they definitely weren't here for tea. 

She quickly loaded her gun and waited on her desk for Ray, the wind making her shiver under her t-shirt and undies. She was totally barefoot too, but she'll worry about that later. 

“Mr. & Mrs. Smith! Come out whenever you are! You know the rules! No banging the competition!” A voice called out and she cursed under her breath, then gunshots resumed, in that moment Ray walked inside the studio, greeted by her gunpoint, “Let's go,” He placed her pair of Uggs in her lap and nodded at the window facing their garage. 

“That's what took you so long? My fucking shoes?“ She said, quickly slipping them on and hopping out of the window, walking slowly on the roof to then jump down behind the house. “You're not walking barefoot in the streets, it's really unsanitary.” Raymond said, disgusted. 

They sneaked inside the garage, getting inside the car, Ray in the driver's seat and her in the passenger's, with the two bags of weapons and other stuff by her feet as the garage door opened up automatically, catching the attention of the other assassins, “Put your seatbelt on,” Ray said, absolutely running over anyone jumping in front of their Mercedes as she shot them out of her window, Ray driving furiously down their street. 

“You got me shoes but didn't think to get me trousers?” She said, pointing at her lap, she was still wearing underwear.

“You look great, don't worry.” He shrugged as she glared at him, “My ass is freezing, just so you know.”

“I'll warm it up for you later.” Ray said, smoothly driving down the empty road, looking at the rear mirror every minute or so, making sure they were not being chased.

I really wanted to write something for like secret spy AU or something. but didn't know how to do it. only that I wanted it to be funny n sexy in a way. so I luckily remembered that Mr and Mrs Smith 2005 was still in my watchlist. so I watched the movie and immediately wrote this after finishing the movie. and I used Ray Smith cuz his name is ALREADY smith and I'm in love w him so yeah 😍😩

[miscretis]

Vampire!Ronin x Vampire Hunter!Reader(g.n) [PART 1]

WRITER'S NOTE

I've decided to start this AU due to my love of vampires. This AU is also a bit based on the misunderstood vocaloid song, Romeo and Cinderella! This is my first ever serious fanfiction project and I hope you guys will enjoy!

TW:

- Blood

- Murder

- Loss of loved ones

- Coarse language

- Vampires blah blah blah!

Wails of siren sounded outside of the alleyway. Thick red splattered and stained all over the ground, the bodies stinking up the whole place.

Huff…puff…

Aspirated gasps were let out from your system, a symbol of desperation. You ran until you were stopped by caution tape and police. Your eyes widen and your pupils shrunk. Your heart quickened as if you were going to explode. What laid before you were familiar bodies. Bodies of people who used to cherish you, people who were always by your side.

You would expect one or two bodies being slaughtered in the notorious alley; Purgatory, where the vampire, Devil’s Butcher, gets his hands dirty. However, the last of your remaining family were the last thing you expected to be lying before you, petrified in time.

“No…nononononono! This…this can't be!”

You tried scrambling past the caution tape however strong arms held you back.

“Sorry but you can't pass the caution tape!”

“Those are my parents!” You screamed, dropping to your knees while you begged for this to be a dream.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, everything felt surreal. Like a hellscape.

————————————❣️————————————

“Breaking news: On 19th July 2023, two bodies were found dead at Purgatory alleyway. Vampires are going rampant nowadays, so please do not stay out late. This is Kelly Smith, signing out.”

You laid on your couch, still trying to process your trauma. Your parents, gone in cold blood. You were nothing more than a hollow vessel, too tired to even shed tears any longer. They were now no more than cherished memories, reminiscent of your life the past 2 decades.

However, you cannot be depressed for long…

Vampires…those beings who relish in others suffering. They're evil beings.

You quickly rose from the couch, wiping your face with your hands. Vampires, vampires, vampires. Why do they have to take away your only loved ones? Your fists balled up, you clenched your teeth.

Those vermin, I must do something about them…!

However, you were just a normal human being. What even can you do against blood sucking superbeings anyways? You couldn't win against them…

The next day, you decided to head down from your apartment to the park near your childhood home, where you spent most of your past time as a kid with your parents. While walking down the street, you walked past a church. There was an advertisement that read…

Recruiting vampire hunters!

Part time:

$1800 per month

Full time:

$4000 per month

Please contact Raymond Ng on ————————— for more details!

The advertisement piqued your interest. No, not because of the pay. It was because of the great good. Just imagine having your loved ones taken away by one of those vermin. You wouldn't want that happening to other people too, would you?

So, when you got back home after the visit. You dropped on your bed and started to text the number.

You: Good evening, I am ——————. I am texting you because I wanted to apply for the position of part time Vampire Hunter for $1800 per month.

Raymond: Okay, please show me your resume.

You: https://bit.ly.com/Users-full-name

Raymond: Thank you. We’ll contact you back if you're eligible for an interview.

You put down your phone and turned your body to your right, letting out a sigh.

Mom, Dad. I'll avenge your deaths and help prevent the deaths of many others.

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The next week, the church emailed you. They have informed you that you'll be called in for an interview. Upon hearing this news, happiness filled up your heart, replacing the feeling of depression for a quick minute.

That's not something worth being excited for…yet. I still need to pass the interview then it'll be worth celebrating.

Another week passed by and you sat for the interview…

“ Y/N, please take a seat,” said the interviewer

“ Thanks.” You complied with their orders.

”First question, why did you apply for this position?”

“I wanted to create a better world, the greater good for us, humans. The world has been terrorised by vermin, the vampires. It has been turned upside down, into a hellscape for us humans to live in.”

The interviewer simply nodded his head in response, “ Ok, next question, describe yourself in two ways.”

Your eyes widened a little, your mouth slightly agape, cold sweat started to slowly drip from your forehead.

“Well…uhm…”

Fuckfuckfuck, don’t you dare fuck this up…I swear if I fuck this up I’m going to jump.

“I’m very resilient and I give back to the community. When faced with challenges, I’ll take a step back and think. From there I’ll apply problem solving strategies such as: identifying the problem, thinking of possible solutions, and execution. All based on the level of achievability and impact.” I took another deep breath, “ I also would usually participate in volunteering work as you could see in my resumé, I’ve volunteered for police work before. Other than that, I also led in clean and green work such as the beach clean up, and upcycling plastic bottles into plant pots to give out to the neighbourhood elderly.”

The interviewer smirked, and nodded his head, “last question, are you faint hearted?”

What kind of question is that?

“Uhm…no.”

“Great! We'll call you back when you're selected.”

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When you got back home, you quickly emailed the church to thank them for their time. Afterwards, you received a strange link from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN: https://discord.com/blahblahblahimgonnasuckyourblood

You were kind of giggling at the server name. Hotel Transylvania, isn't it? However this situation is far too suspicious. So, you blocked the number and cleared the chat content.

…

UNKNOWN: https://discord.com/blahblahblahimgonnasuckyourblood

Huh? I thought I blocked the number?

UNKNOWN: darling, Don't Keep The Devil Waiting. join the hellscape.

You blocked the number and cleared the chat content again.

UNKNOWN: https://discord.com/blahblahblahimgonnasuckyourblood

UNKNOWN: i Know where you Live, join or else.

At this point of time, the situation wasn't just suspicious but very frightening. You quickly clicked on the link and joined the server…

<goreboy> Welcome to the hellscape @/user

<hitmeuppp> Omg omg omg! A new fellow vampire!!!

<Angelic> welcome!

<felicite> Hello! It's so nice to meet you!

<LUCA_IS_SO_COOL> YAYY!!! A new vampire mate!!

…

A vampire server? Is this real? If so, it's a jackpot.

<goreboy> Please Do Check the rules at #rules and Choose your Roles at #roles

You clicked on the channel.

<goreboy> be a vampire. First rule of the Fight Club. tbh I don't Really Care lmfao. just don't be Racist or Transphobic and be nice to Everyone or else Angel will snipe you :\

<Angelic> it's not a threat it's a promise.

You went to check out the roles of the server. There were unique vampire roles up for choice..

Bot: what do you take pride in for being a vampire? Please react to get a role!

Blood! 🩸(5)

I dunno, fun? ‼️(2)

Superpowers! 💪(3)

Ego 😈 (2)

There's not really anything to be proud of 😔 (1)

What the fuck? Ego???? Fun??? Who the hell reacted to these

You checked the list of reactions, one user in particular caught your eye.

goreboy, the server owner. When I get into that job position, you're my first victim.

Bot: How do you prey on your victims?

Sharp objects 🔪 (3)

Guns and magazines 🔫(2)

Kidnapping 🥷 (1)

The good ol’ vampire style 😜 (7)

You went on to react to your favourite roles.

ding! A new notification from #main

You went to check on the main channel.

<goreboy> @/user why don't you Introduce Yourself in #introductions ? that would help us to Get to Know You better.

You went to introduce yourself in the introductions channel. Afterwards you decided to go on a server tour with the user <Angelic> to get to know the server layout better.

<Angelic> so this is #vampire-cave. This is where we post our gruesome murders.

<hitmeuppp> ooo! You're being exposed @/goreboy !

<goreboy> it's Yours Truly.

You laid back in bed. 7 vampires in the server and 1 human. Is this a possible road for vengeance? All you could know is that the “vampires” in the server could be edgy teenagers roleplaying. However you couldn't brush off your suspicions that they're actually vampires. Especially for the user, goreboy. He gives off really, really bad vibes. Dangerous too, telling from his reaction to the roles.

————————————❣️————————————

The next day, the church emailed you.

Wow, that's fast.

You checked your Gmail inbox and checked on the email.

Dear ————,

Congratulations on being selected for part time Vampire Hunter for $1800 per month! You'll start work by this Saturday.

Link to details: —————

PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS EMAIL. IF YOU THINK THERE'S AN ERROR, PLEASE CONTACT RAYMOND NG ON raymondng01@gmail.com

You jumped out of your bed, your eyes almost popped out from your sockets. You started to jump around and screamed, “Yessss!!!! I got the position!”

“Hmm…”

“<User>....huh…”

TO BE CONTINUED

[hoteldreamss]

Raymond Smith || imagine

Метки: немного ангст; счастливый финал; бывшие супруги

Слов: 954

Реймонд наблюдает за тобой. Ты сидишь на его диване, в его доме. Уже поздно и тебе следовало вернуться в собственную квартиру, а не быть здесь со своим бывшим мужем.

Ты слегка устала за этот день. Вам снова пришлось работать вместе, чего ты не желала, узнав об этом, но выбора не было. Рэймонд хороший работник, знающий своё дело, как и ты, и ваше начальство знало об этом.

— У меня есть для тебя кое-что, — произносит Смит, исчезая за твоей спиной.

Ты немного выпила, но трезвость сознания всё ещё не ускользнула от тебя. Наблюдая за Рэймондом, ты стараешься не пялиться на него слишком долго. Конечно, вы в разводе и ты всё ещё помнишь, что не должна делать лишнего, но что-то внутри тебя весь день неприятно скребётся. Это скулящее чувство в твоём сердце, стоит тебе посмотреть на своего бывшего мужа.

Смит подходит к тебе, держа в руках небольшую коробку. Он садится рядом с тобой, после чего протягивает её тебе. Чёрная, матовое покрытие, гладкая и выглядит дорого, перевязанная ленточкой с названием одного из лучших ювелирных магазинов Англии.

Ты принимаешь её, отставив стакан с алкоголем в сторону.

— Зачем это? — интересуешься ты, всё ещё несмотря на Рэймонда.

— Я заказ тебе подарок, когда мы ещё были вместе, на твой день рождения. После развода я забыл отменить заказ, не уверен, что они вообще приняли бы отмену, — произносит Рэй, поправляя очки на переносице указательным пальцем, когда его локти упираются в колени. — Ты знаешь, как они работают.

Ты сомневаешься, что Рэй мог что-то забыть. Он определённо не тот, кто склонен к забывчивости. Кто угодно только не Рэймонд.

— Мой день рождение был три месяца назад, — произносишь ты. В твоём тоне нет претензии, но Рэй понимает твой скрытый вопрос. Почему он не подарил тебе его раньше, выслал бы по почте, или попросил доставить кого-то из своих людей. Он также мог бы продать его, но вместо этого коробка лежала в его доме пару месяцев точно.

— Не было времени разобраться с этим, — лукавит Рэй, смотря на тебя. Ты знаешь, что он врёт, а он знает, что ты знаешь. Вы видите друг друга насквозь, но к счастью Рэймонда ты больше ничего не говоришь, и он благодарен тебе за это.

Потянув за ленточку, ты избавляешься от неё, затем поднимаешь крышку коробки. Перед тобой серебряный браслет, с драгоценными камнями. Он выглядит изящно, это не просто украшение ради украшения, оно сделано так, что ты могла бы его носить. ��то в твоём стиле. Твои пальцы касаются прохладного металла, и ты смотришь на браслет, переворачивая его. Надпись прописью, инициалы твои и Рэймонда. Ты переводишь на него взгляд, встречаясь с его голубыми глазами. Он хотел видеть как ты отреагируешь. Его натура желала угодить, желала услышать благодарность за хорошую работу, потому что он старался сделать твой подарок особенным и личным.

— Это очень красиво. — Твой тон сдержанный, и ты умалчиваешь, что любой подарок от Рэймонда значил бы так много для тебя, чтобы он не подарил, ты знаешь, что это всегда будет для тебя самым значимой вещью на свете.

— Ты можешь продать его, если тебя смущает это, — произносит Смит, понимая, как сейчас, неуместно дарить тебе что-то напоминающее о вашем браке.

Ты не знаешь, что будешь делать. Тебе хотелось бы оставить подарок, но это могло быть неправильным жестом. Ваш брак был неудачным, законченным, и ты не хотела травить себе душу, имея вечное напоминание о мужчине, которого ты кажется до сих пор любишь.

— Спасибо, Рэймонд. Он на самом деле очень красивый.

Смит смотрит на то, как ты убираешь браслет обратно в коробку.

Ему кажется, что сейчас наиболее подходя��ий момент, лучшего не будет, больше не будет.

Его ладонь ложится на твою. Как всегда, его руки тёплые, даже если твои совершенно лишены холода. Он зовёт тебя, хотя его прикосновения и так привлекли твоё внимание.

— Мне жаль, что между нами всё закончилось таким образом. — Его взгляд прикован к тебе. — Но... я хотел бы попробовать ещё раз, сделать на этот раз всё правильно.

Ты молчишь. В твоём сердце и в мыслях происходит что-то странное, напоминающее сильный, но тихий ветер, крупные волны на пляже, которые могут предвещать бурю, но также успокаивают. Несмотря на различные мысли, ворохом крутящиеся у тебя в сознании, в твоей душе безмятежность, титаническое спокойствие.

— Я должен был попытаться ещё в первый раз, наш брак важен для меня. Мне жаль, дорогая, что я облажался с этим.

— Рэй, — ты не знаешь что хочешь сказать. Отказаться, лишив себя и его всякой надежды кажется правильным и лёгким.

Он будто чувствует твоё желание.

— Я люблю тебя, до сих пор, и я не думаю, что когда-нибудь перестану это делать, — признаётся Смит.

Ты смотришь на его руку на твоей. Твоё тело скучало по нему, по его объятиям, теплу, нежности. Ты на самом деле уже забыла насколько тебе нравилось проводить с ним время.

Ты поправляешь волосы, всё ещё думая над словами Рэймонда. Ты чувствовала то же самое. Так же не имея возможности избавиться от любви к нему, ты сжигала своё сердце каждый раз вспоминая своего мужа.

— Мы могли бы попробовать, — срывается с твоих губ.

Радость моментально захватывает его. Ты также расплываешься в улыбке, когда видишь Рэя улыбающегося. Наклонившись к нему, ты даришь поцелуй, нежный, но настойчивый. Он кладёт ладонь твоё колено, когда ты отрываешься от него, смотря в его голубые глаза.

— Я хочу попросить остаться тебя на ночь, — произносит он, смотря на тебя с неподдельным обожанием. — Но ты откажешь мне, верно?

— Да, извини, но... знаешь, я не отошла ещё от развода со своим мужем, не могу бросаться в кровать с первым встречным.

Смешок вырывается из его груди, когда ладонь скользит выше, забираясь к тебе под юбку, но капроновая ткань не позволяет дотронуться до твоей кожи на мягком месте.

— Я заеду завтра за тобой в семь? Что скажешь?

— В семь.

Рэймонд целует тебя, прижимая тебя к себе ближе. Он истосковался по тебе, по твоим прикосновениям, ласкам и компании, совершенно одичавший и голодный. Но ты очевидно не позволишь ему насытиться тобой раньше времени.

[navybrat817]

Basement wife for who?

Raymond Smith

William Miller

Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler

Steve Rogers

Who said I have to pick one, nonnie?

Raymond has an entire estate and a nice room set up for me. He wouldn't need to put me in a basement. Though he does have a special room set up for when I misbehave. 

William would keep me in a cabin in the woods. He wants some peace and quiet after his years of service. And he'll find ways to make me serve him. 

Bucky has places he can keep me and knows how to avoid getting caught, but imagine him fixing up a boat and keeping you captive there to start. Not exactly easy to escape the insatiable ex-assassin. 

Nick knows a basement would be perfect to hold me captive, but uses a panic room of sorts instead. Perfect to come home to and the blinking light in the corner reminds me that he's watching. 

Steve might actually try a basement. White picket fence home. I just need to accept that he won't let me go. 

Steve and Bucky may also have rooms at the compound if they want their girls close together.

So. All of them?

Love and thanks! ❤️

[runa-falls]

recent reads - july '23

if you enjoy these fics make sure to reblog and comment to show your support for the writers!

(*) nsfw (**) dark (~) angst (^) fluff

series - [read a lot more this month bc of travel!]

poe dameron

alabanza*^~ - @brandyllyn [ao3]

“A mis-delivered message causes You and Poe Dameron to become anonymous penpals. But falling for each other via letter while at the same time falling for each other in the real world leads to more than its fair share of complications.”

din djarin

miscommunication*^~ - @ezrasbirdie [ao3]

“When the Mandalorian brings you aboard his ship to care for and protect his son when he’s away, neither of you is what the other expected. You’re both exceptionally bad at reading each other, and you’re afraid of what might happen when your past inevitably catches up to you.”

henry cavill 

crystal ship* (RPF - mafia AU) - @littlefreya

“Henry is the most dangerous crime lord in England, he has everything he wants and women throw themselves at his feet, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.”

(i usually never read rpf but littlefreya can make me read ANYTHING)

geralt z rivii

outlander*^~ - @leva [ao3]

“The witcher universe was cruel and unforgiving. You couldn’t imagine lasting a day in it yet here you were. It wasn’t all bad, the food was decent, some folk were nice and you even had your very own mutant bodyguard to boot. Not to mention Jaskier being your personal radio station on the road.”

kylo ren

cruel world*^~- @worm_girl [ao3]

"When Professor Ren moves in next door to your sorority house and you become one of his students, it is impossible for the two of you to ignore the pull you have to each other.”

[not reader-insert:]

reylo (my comfort ship)

all our days*^~ - @voicedimplosives [ao3]

"I can listen no longer in silence." The hologram projection of his strangely handsome face is cobalt blue, flickering, and full of static. "I must speak to you, Rey. You… you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me that I am not too late.” 

bamon (TVD) (my other comfort ship)

spellbound*^~ - @ladyloec

“An AU of Bonnie and Damon in the Prison World, without Kai, but with a problematic blood shortage that leads to our favourite judgy witch and snarky vampire getting closer than anyone anticipated.”

one-shots (all are reader-inserts!)

moon boys

satisfactory pt.1 + pt.2* (pornstar!jake) - @whatthefish

weightless~ (steven angst) - @m00nsbaby

call me* (feral!steven) - @writefightandflightclub

acts of service^ (marc fluff) - @ivystoryweaver

nice job!*^ (sub!steven fluff) - @romanarose

nathan bateman

indulge me* - @leoluved

poe dameron

wasted on you*^ - @campingwiththecharmings

blue jones

a long night** - @melodygatesauthor

beg** - @“”

santiago garcia

just friends pt.1* and pt.2*~ - @campingwiththecharmings

say my name*~ - @writefightandflightclub

threesome: santi x reader x frankie* - @youvebeenlivingfictional

a midnight picnic - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

miguel o’hara

rendezvous* - @campingwiththecharmings (i’m so sorry i’m tagging u so much lmfao)

stitches and claws* - @astroboots halo* - @missdictatorme

surrender* - @romanarose

llewyn davis

anchor* - @bits-and-babs

ezra prospect

darkness* - @ezrasbirdie

joel miller

what comes after*~ - @softlyspector

frank castle

all up in smoke^ - @saintmurd0ck

raymond smith + tangerine x reader

who you belong to*~ - @youvebeenlivingfictional

[laurfilijames]

Okay this is a really random ask.

What do you imagine the middle names are for the Charlie characters you’ve written?

Ooooooo this is a really interesting one, anon!!!

I'm usually terrible at coming up with names which is why I have only ever created two OC's (one of which was named with the help of a friend and cowriter) so although it was a bit tricky, I went with my initial feelings and chose them quickly without giving myself the opportunity to overthink 🤣

Here are the full names of the beautiful Charlie characters I've posted fics for:

Jackson “Jax” Nathaniel Teller

This is actually canon so I got off easy 🤣

William “Will” John Miller

Something strong and simple suits the Captain, and it's a family name for me 💗

Peter “Pete” Francis Henry Dunham

Pete gets two. For some reason he strikes me as being given more than one and it adds to him being the leader he is. Very traditional names. And Henry would be a name that was passed down through generations of his family. Steve's second middle name is the same, as is Ben's. (Henry is another family name of mine.)

Jason “Jay” Hank Mills

I don't know why. Hank just screams classic good ol' American boy to me. His father's name is Chet... so Hank it is.

Raymond “Ray” Arthur Smith

A kingly name for a kingly man 👑 It's as regal as he is.

Thank you so much for sending in this ask! It was so fun to answer! 💗💗