#Raymond Reddington x reader

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine ignoring Reddington's calls until he shows up at the doorstep...

Walking into the living room, head down and eyes buried deep in a book, you almost didn’t recognise the two figures standing by your fireplace.

“When I call, I expect you to answer.” Reddington’s voice echoed.

You gasped almost instantly and nearly dropped the beautiful leather-bound cover – he didn’t tell you that he was coming around. Although maybe he had since you hadn’t bothered to check your phone. 

Looking up, you spotted Raymond with your electronic device in his hand, staring at the screen as it rang out. 

“El Diablo?“ He read aloud the caller-ID that you had set. “Really? You couldn’t think of anything more creative?”

You gave him a half-hearted shrug and approached the man and his associate, Dembe. “Well, I like it.”

Raymond rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh and tossed the phone over.

“I don’t have time for this – I need your help.”

~ More imagines here ~

[phoenix--quill]

Prompt 17: Cock warming

Pairing: Raymond Reddington/female reader

Rating: E (minors DNI)

Warnings: cockwarming

Length: ~650 words

Summery: a tired Raymond wakes you up in middle of the night

Notes: I know this is short and really late but in my defence I’ve had a fever for the past two days and is currently blowing my nose every 5mins so honestly I think we should all be grateful that anything even remotely coherent made it to paper.

AO3

It was still dark when you woke up – you weren’t sure if it was early morning or late at night. You rolled over, about to go back to sleep when you heard a noise from somewhere in the apartment. You almost reached for the gun hidden below the night stand but then you recognized the footsteps. They sounded heavy, tired, but you would recognize him everywhere. You smiled and snuggled back under the covers, he would join you soon enough.

Sure enough, you heard the bedroom door open and Raymond’s soft steps as he entered the room. You heard the soft swish as he took off his jacket, the soft click of his shoulder holster as he placed it on the dresser – layers after layers you heard him take off, carefully fold and place on the bench at the foot of your bed. You felt the mattress dip as he slid in behind you and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

“Raymond,” you whispered as he ran his nose across your shoulder blades.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” his voice was barely more than rumble against your skin.

“Is everybody okay?” you asked that every time he had been away without you and his answer was usually somewhere along the same lines.

You felt him nod behind you, “everybody is home and safe.” He kept his voice low and ran his soft lips across your shoulders. You could practically feel the exhaustion roll off of him and yet he didn’t seem to be able to stop kissing your sleep-warmed skin.

He ran his nose up your neck, planting a soft kiss to your hairline before burying his face in your hair and you could feel him take a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

He groaned softly and moved even closer, your bodies now completely flush under the covers, and placed a warm hand on your hip. “Can I...?”

“Always,” you breathed with a smile and moved your leg up and back to lie on top of his. It was another one of your little rituals, especially when he came home like this: too exhausted but unwilling to be apart from you.

His hand on your hip moved up under your long night shirt – technically one of his that you had borrowed – and found the waistband of your underwear, dragging it down your legs. He grabbed your leg, hiking it further up his and opened you up to give him better access to your leaking core – making both of you groan as his fingertips brushed against you.

You felt him reach behind you and then the blunt head of his already half-hard member as he ran it through your nether lips, catching the liquid that had already gathered there. He then sank into you, slowly, both of you savouring the feeling of simply being connected in such an intimate way.

His nose returned to the shell of your ear and you heard him give a sigh as he finally bottomed out and came to a stop, his fat cock nestled deep within you.

Your own body felt heavy, both with the exquisite, pleasurable stretch of having him inside you and the simple fatigue after having been woken up in the middle of the night.

“Go back to sleep,” he repeated in your ear as he placed your leg back down against the mattress and made sure you were both covered by the duvet.

“You too,” you whispered into the darkness.

You knew you would feel it in the morning, you always did when you had spend a night with him buried inside of you, but you knew it was worth it when you heard his breathing even out before going heavy as he drifted off to sleep; both of you feeling happy and safe, tangled up in one another.

[notenoughfanficofthis]

Who Has To Know?

After the incident at the restaurant you can’t stand to be in the same room as him.

After that evening at the restaurant thinking of anything else seemed impossible.

Finding it hard to concentrate on work especially when he’s around working on a case with the team. Unable to be in a room with him I can’t help but pray that the others hasn’t picked up on my weird habits around him. So far I believe I’ve been successful but I can’t help but become paranoid from the looks I’ve been getting from Keen lately.

“What’s the deal between you and Reddington lately?” I jumped at the voice that appeared behind me. Why does this feel familiar? Turning my seat around I come face to face with Elizabeth.

“I’m sorry- what do you mean?” I asked feigning confusion.

“When he’s around he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you and has been asking about you a lot more lately. I can’t help but feel something went down between you two so spill.”

“Liz, I’m sorry but I have no idea what you’re talking about. I rarely leave my work space much less my house. That man is a mystery you never know his intentions.” I stop for a moment. “Be careful around him, Liz. Don’t forget who he is and what he is.”

Seeming unsatisfied with my answer she silently nodded walking away back to her desk grabbing her things. “I’m heading out with Ressler we got a new lead on the case. Call me if anything comes up.”

Nodding back in response I dive back into my work. Not knowing how much time has gone by before my phone goes off receiving a text from Liz. With an address and a plea to offer some assistance on the case. Quickly grabbing my things I head to my car.

Something didn’t seem right arriving to the location Elizabeth had sent me. Bringing me to a eerily quiet secluded dimly lit expensive home I cautiously park my car up front securing my weapon as I step out. Ringing on the doorbell I’m met face to face with Dembe.

Oh fuck.

“Dembe? Hi, is Elizabeth here? I had received a message from her to come over and help.” I asked as I put away my weapon.

Silently motioning me to follow I trail behind him taking in the scenery around me. Truly lovely home wonder what I could be needed here for?

Walking into what seems to be the living room lounge I’m greeted with Raymond Reddington smirking back at me.

“Oh for gods sake-“ Dembe blocks the doorway as I try to turn and exit the room. Turning back to Raymond I let my irritation be known. “How many times are you gonna use Elizabeth as a means to get me alone with you. How do you have her phone?”

Taking his time to respond back he takes in my figure with a intense look in his eyes. “You’re always looking quite lovely. Great taste you have. That’ll be all Dembe thank you.” Nodding in response Dembe leaves the vicinity leaving just you and Raymond behind. Getting up from his seat he walks over to the minibar serving two glasses. “Please have a seat.”

Walking over to the comfortable sofas I choose to sit on the farthest one from his original seating. “Are you gonna answer my question?”

Giving me a small smile he walks over and hands me a glass taking a seat next to me as I take it from him. “I’m sure you’re aware by now that I have my ways. How have you been?”

Taking a sip I lean back into my seat “Stressed. I have been thinking a lot about what has happened last time. It could do some damage to my reputation if anyone were to find out.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” Making sure to maintain eye contact with me as he said so to show the severity of this promise. Shifting in his seat a bit he comes a bit closer but leaves enough of a gap on the sofa that we’re not touching. “I must admit I’ve been thinking about that evening quite often myself. Have been meaning to get in touch but it seems you’ve been very evasive. This looks to be the only way to get your attention.”

“Yeah I’ve picked up on that. You’re behavior towards me has been questionable and Keen picked up on that as well. Asked me if something had happened between us.” He looked surprise at that. “Yet another reason I choose to keep my distance.” Not sure if it’s obvious but this conversation is making me nervous as fuck. Taking a big sip of my drink as I sit up adjusting myself on my seat.

“I apologize about that. It’s not often I find myself this disheveled over a beautiful women but around you I can’t seem to help myself.” His honesty stunned me a bit. Not knowing how to answer I stay silent looking at him curiously. I begin to feel a bit flushed not knowing if it’s from my strong drink or his words. “I want you (Y/N). Despite your concerns I can tell you want me too. So why play these games” Closing the gap between us his warmth is all I feel on my side as he leans a bit closer to my ear. “Why not let me in that pretty little head of yours and tell me what your thinking.”

“I think I’ll be making a big mistake if I let this continue. But- you’re right I do want you.” Leaning my face closer to his until I feel his breathe brushing against my face. Not moving any farther the tension between us from this teasing action had began to grow. “Let me go, Red” I rest my hand on his thigh giving it a light squeeze. “We can’t do this. It won’t end well for me.” The fallen look he tried to hide made this difficult but patting the spot on his leg my hand rested on I leaned back a bit giving him one more look over I began to stand up. Raymond being quick to do the same followed me towards the doorway of the room before gently pushing me against the wall near it pressing his lips and body flush against my own. Recuperating the same actions the temperature seems to begin to rise in the room. Taking a moment to breathe as he descends down my neck running his hands over my body leaving nothing untouched.

Raymond stops his descent coming back up to my ear making sure to remain flush against me. “Tell me to stop.” Not being able to think clearly as his deep breathes in my ear clouds my judgment. Fuck it. “Red, promise me we’ll never talk about this again to each other or to any one, even Elizabeth. This can’t get out. I need you to promise me.” I take his answer as a yes as he once again began his exploration of my body. Not being able to be silent as my back arches against the wall when he reaches where I’ve been craving him for so long.

The rest well- fades out into the night.

The ringing of a cellphone startled me awake bright and early. Stretching out I look around not recognizing where I was for a second- oh fuck. Shooting up the bed now wide awake I stop before getting up to grab my things. Raymond wide awake in his expensive robe sitting in a chair by the window of the bedroom enjoying some breakfast greets me with a smile. I blush holding the blanket to my naked body.

“No need to hide dear there’s nothing I haven’t seen last night.”

Not wanting to stroke the flames I begin to get up grabbing my clothes. “We’ll never discuss of this again. Remember Elizabeth can’t know what happened.” I said as I put on my clothing.

“Of course. I remember. What’s the rush? Work doesn’t start for a few more hours. Have a seat grab some breakfast the cook here is a true artist.” He looks so good in that robe, god last night was beyond what I imagined. I want him to- no fuck no go home get out of here.

“Hmm,” I clear my throat and my thoughts “no I should get going. Goodbye.”

“Despite wanting to pretend this didn’t happen I hope you are no longer adamant on ignoring me. We do work together you know.”

“No, you work with Elizabeth there’s no need for us to communicate. Goodbye, Raymond.” I say not looking back to see his reaction as I leave the room and not too long after the building.

Getting into work I see everyone just sitting around their desks completing some paperwork. “No case yet?” I asked Ressler as I put my things by my desk. “No Reddington hasn’t called with anything yet.”

“(Y/N), my office now.” Cooper called out to me from his office. Ressler looking at me with a question in his eyes to which I shrug my shoulders to heading off to Coopers office. Stepping in I see Dembe and Reddington sitting in front of his desk.

“What ..is going on?” I asked looking directly at Cooper acting as if Reddington is not in the room with us but not before giving a nod of recognition to Dembe.

“Reddington had requested you take over this case with him.”

“What? Why? The agreement between the task force and Reddington was that he solely communicates through Elizabeth.”

“Unfortunately, Elizabeth had decided to take some personal time so you’re the next best thing. I’m sure you’re tired from all that desk work, you could use some adventure.” Reddington responded smirking back at me as he did so.

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t think I’m right for the position as I don’t have much field experience perhaps Ressler could be a better fit?” I pointed the question at Cooper but Reddington was quick to respond in his stead.

“Sorry, dear. But you’re the chosen one. Many innocent people are going to die if you refuse to work this case.” He states getting up from his seat putting on his hat. Walking towards the exit he stops to look back to us. “I’ll call you soon with the details” and with that he leaves.

Looking back at my boss pleadingly he can’t help but find amusement in this situation. “I’m sorry this is out of my hands you know as well as I he is very difficult to work with. You’re a good agent you’ll do fine in this case. You’ll only have to look after a few before Elizabeth comes back. Soon after you can return to your regular duties if you wish. That’ll be all.” Nodding to him I step out of his office sighing deeply as I take a seat at my desk. Hearing my phone go off I see that it’s Reddington. Grabbing my phone I step away and find a secluded area before answering my phone.

“What the fuck, Red? Where is Elizabeth?” He laughs at the greeting.

“These cases are so draining I merely suggested going out on a relaxing vacation with her husband would do her some good. Those bags under her eyes were becoming concerning.”

“Is this some twisted plan to get me to keep in touch with you? So I can’t ignore you? Why do I have a feeling this has to do with what I said earlier.”

“I have no idea what you mean. I look forward to working with you. Come back to the location from yesterday where I’ll give you the information for the case in 30 minutes. I’ll see you soon.” With that he hanged up before I could refuse. Frustrated I head back to my desk to grab my stuff.

“Hey” I hear Ressler call out to me. Turning around I raise my eyebrows at him in question. “What did Cooper need with you? Everything alright?” Sighing deeply at the question I feel the stress beginning to strain my back.

“Elizabeth had taken some personal time so Reddington had chosen me to work with on cases before she returns” He looked confused at that.

“Why you? You aren’t exactly a field agent?”

“That’s what I said! But he wouldn’t budge so now I’m on my way to get some information on the case be on standby to receive it as well.”

“Alright, would you like for me to come with you?”

“No it’s alright I’ll see you later.” I waved him off as I walked towards the exit to my car heading over once again to the dreaded location. Couldn’t risk anything slipping up in front of Ressler this case is gonna be a challenge. Fuck.

[writingbyshiloh]

Part 4. Cooper

Series Masterlist

CW: domestic red I think? (possibly) OOC Cooper, FBI!Reader 

AN: I pictured the show to be Euphoria, but no specific details so it can be any show with a drug dealer character. IDK Cooper's official rank and I am scared of spoilers so we just went with the assistant director. Just realized that if you read all the parts back 2 back then they are very similar but also ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. No beta

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Reddington in the post office is a scene that never fails to surprise you. In the early days of the task force, he seems to be there frequently. As the years went, he saw less and less of the walls inside.  He never goes to the post office if he can help it, and you don’t blame him. 

You see Dembe nudge Reddington, a silent indicator for him to start talking about what he needs the team to do this week. 

As Reddington lectures, Liz interrupts and Aram pulls up the supporting documents and photos. Red usually tells Liz the details, and she tells the rest of the team.

You knew a tiny bit. He left shipping documents on his kitchen table a few nights ago while he went to the bathroom. He wouldn’t just leave documents lying around if he didn’t have a reason for you to see them. 

To keep yourself sane you set boundaries. If you're not working, or if someone isn't in immediate danger it is not your problem what Reddington is doing. This came after a series of him dropping clues and waiting for you to put the details together. 

You still listen, minus a few instances where you zone out thinking about Reddington's suit, waiting for the shipping documents to make some sense to you, but nothing yet. 

“Liz, you go with Reddington to the shipping docks. You two” Cooper points at you and Ressler “see what you can find with -” 

“I’ll go Ressler” Elizabeth cut in. 

Everyone turns to look at Liz. 

“I’ll go with Reddington” you suggest, pronunciation wobbly. You’re so used to Red, the “ington” feels off. 

“That was fast on the jump” Red notes, once you were out of the earshot of the group, preparing to go to the docks. 

You shrug. “It's so nice out. And I can not get caught in a fight between you two.” 

Red and Liz fighting always makes you feel like you’re in the middle. Liz would sometimes rant to you about Reddington, which never fails to make you feel like a bad friend.  On the other hand, Red keeps his thoughts about Elizabeth to himself in times like these. 

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“Do you understand it yet?” Reddington asks. 

You frown. You both have been walking around the docks for an hour, trying to find something on this week's blacklist. Technically, you’re looking for clues, Reddington is watching you, trying to see the exact moment you put the pieces together. 

You admire how he pushes you to do your best, to get better at both your job and thinking like him, but now it’s on your nerves. Having elected to ignore him, you exaggerate checking the number on the shipping container. 

“My god, you agents are so meticulous. You don’t need every number from every crate.” Red observes. 

“I’m not taking every number, just what I think is important.” 

“That seems to be the majority, dear.” 

You shoot him a look over your shoulder due to the use of the pet name in the field. 

He puts his hands up in surrender, but he is smiling. 

You’re saved from a reply by your phone, Aram calling with no doubt some important information. 

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 That night, Reddington visits you. He says he can't spend the entire night but has a few free hours. You don't know what he has to do before or after your time together, but it's not your problem. 

“Do you watch this every week?” Reddington asks, glancing at your television.

“Yeah. We talk about it at work,” you respond, placing your water on the table, and settling onto your couch next to him. 

“Who’s everyone?” 

“It started as me ‘nd Aram but then Samar started watching with him. I think Liz is in season one. Dembe too maybe?”

You tip your head against his shoulder, feet propped up on your coffee table as the show started playing the introduction. He had one of your pens (technically a pen you took from work) in his hand while he mulls over one of his crossword puzzles? Sudoku? Sudoku with words? Red showed you once how it works and once was enough. 

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“That's no way to run a drug business!” 

You turned your head to the side to look at him, now sitting on the edge of your seat watching the show. 

“I thought you weren't watching.” 

“I wasn’t, but this is ridiculous!” he huffs. “He's not even marking up the price at all? And his storage? I mean it is ridiculous! No wonder the police were called.” 

“He's just a minor character” 

“For running a business like that he should be!” 

“Just watch the show.” 

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You were happy to go into the post office today, if only for a chance to talk to Aram about the show.  

“Did you see the new episode?” Aram’s words hit you before you even left the elevator. 

“Of course! I didn't see the big arrest coming. And that fight?!” 

Aram walks with you to the central part of the floor, the rest of the team waiting, both you and Aram dying to talk about yesterday's episode. You catch Reddington in the office out of the corner of your eye and can’t resist winding him up. 

“I can’t believe the arrest! Forgot the rest of the prom, I thought he was going to keep dealing drugs for the whole show,” you exclaim, slightly too loud to make sure Red can hear. 

‘My god, he was the worst drug dealer I've ever seen. Ressler would do better!” Reddington jokes. Aram's head snaps to him. 

“Mr. Reddington, I didn’t know you watched the show!” 

“How far along are you?” you chime in. 

“My beloved watches it. I caught a few minutes.” Red smoothly deflects.

You freeze, never hearing him call you that before, but you like it. 

“Do you want to join our text chain?” Aram eagerly asks. 

Cooper saves Reddington from telling the task force that he doesn’t know how to use a cell phone. 

The assistant director launches into some of the information that the team rounded up yesterday. Numbers you took note of pop up and you make a mental note to tell Red “I told you so”, no doubt knowing that he wants to tell you the same, for taking too many numbers. 

Once everyone is back up to speed and assignments are dolled out, Cooper catches you at your desk. “I need to speak to you in my office.” 

You nod and follow him while you feel anxiety roll in your stomach. It could be good news but you can’t think of anything good. More bad news flashes through your mind as you climb the stairs. You could be suspended, fired, or anything else due to Reddington. And there was that one time you made a questionable decision in the field which could be coming back to bite you. 

“Close the door, please,” Cooper asks quietly. 

You nod, the door firmly shut as you sit, forcing body language to act neutral and calm. 

“I wanted to talk to you about fieldwork.” Cooper starts. You force yourself to make eye contact and not start fiddling with anything on his desk. 

“You’ve been going into the field with Reddington more. Any reason?” 

“Can I be honest?” you ask, trying to come up with something to say. 

“Please.” Cooper leans forward in his chair, awaiting your response. 

“It makes me uncomfortable when Agent Keen and Reddington fight. I felt that if I go with him yesterday, then they could cool off.” 

“Uncomfortable how?” 

You sigh. 

“Like, he killed Sam, and then she faked her death to get away from him, and no one knows how or if they’re related…” You train off, not enjoying thinking of reasons Red and Liz fight, but more than happy to if you can keep your job. 

Cooper nods, understanding. There's an unspoken feeling in the post office when they fight. 

“And do you mind? Going into the field with Reddington.” 

“Not as much as the fighting.” 

Cooper nods again, posture more relaxed before he continues. “I noticed you’ve been working less.” 

Your face reacts before you could try to stay neutral. Of course, Cooper would notice. You’ve lost track of the number of times he turned off the lights at the post office before he leaves late at night and you had to scramble in the dark to turn them back on again. 

“I’m sorry, I can start staying later again.” You say, trying to fumble your way through apologizing. 

Assistant Director Cooper holds up his palms for you to slow down. 

“Your hours are fine. Is everything okay with you?” 

The question shouldn’t take you by surprise. Things are more fun with Reddington as part of your life, but there's more stress. The stress of hiding the relationship mostly, especially from Liz.

“I, uh, started seeing a guy recently? So I have a reason to spend time outside the post office?” you want to speak in sentences but you’re nervous in case this is a leadup to something else.

He nods like he understands. 

“I’m happy for you. Now we just need to get Ressler a girl.” 

You both share a smile, while you silently thank your lucky stars. 

“Is there anything else, sir?” you ask, arms ready to push you up and out of your chair. 

“No, that's all. Thank you.” 

You nod and get up. “Do you want me to leave the door open?” 

“You can close it. Thanks.” 

You pull the door shut behind you and glance down at the post office. Does Red also get hit with this stuff? You wonder. You’ll have to tell him later, once the case concludes. 

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[101crows]

Going To Red for comfort

‘This can’t be happening’

You repeated this to yourself yet again, as if saying it enough times would somehow make it true. The world had taken your birth parents from you and now it was trying to take your found parents too. Another car crash. Not just with one parent this time, no. With both of them.

‘This isn’t happening.’

They were in surgery and the drunk driver that hit them got off with a broken arm and a concussion. You had to see him walking around, talking to the people he loved while your parents laid touch-and-go on hospital beds. You were sure in a few hours you’d be angry as all hell, but after sobbing and screaming and sobbing all over again, all you felt was empty.

Distantly, you heard your phone ringing. It was muffled, like you had lost it under a mountain of pillows, and when you looked at it in your hand you felt a deep certainty that it was not your hand, not your body at all. You stared at for longer than usual, knowing that the word on it was real and familiar, and yet unable to recognize it or who it meant was calling. Only when the call disconnected then started ringing again did you finally register that someone was trying to call you. Reddington was trying to call you.

‘Right. Right, of course, he’ll know what’s happened by now.’

“Hello?”

“(Y/n), darling, I was worried you were ignoring me.” His voice had the same nonchalance it normally did, and yet it was marginally softer than usual. You knew it was on your behalf that he didn’t go immediately into questioning you. Somehow, he knew you would need this sense of normalcy from him, a constant in a world ever-changing.

“I could never ignore you, red.”

You paused for a moment, debating your next question.

“Where are you right now?”

The control you maintained on your voice a moment ago slipped and it became a small, scared thing begging for comfort.

“Already on my way, my dear. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You felt a wave of relief flood through you. Five minutes. You just had to make it five more minutes. Red was not a miracle worker, but you knew if anyone could help you, it would be him. He would do whatever he could to ensure your parents had the best treatment possible, and you didn’t even have to ask.

“Will you take me somewhere quiet please?”

“You should be with your parents.”

“Please, Red. I can’t be in this damn hospital any longer.”

You heard him sigh, and knew you had won. He wasn’t particularly fond of hospitals, but you downright hated them.

“Two more minutes, darling, then somewhere quiet. Dembe and I will be waiting for you outside.”

You didn’t bother staying on the phone, choosing instead to grab all your things and hurry towards the exit, desperate to leave this stupid white hellhole as quickly as possible. Dembe was waiting for you when you reached the doors, ready to take your bags and put them in the back. You didn’t even have the energy to hand them to him, just stood limply while he grabbed them from you and mumbled out a thank you. You felt like a zombie again as you trudged toward the car, then flung yourself into the seat. You slumped against Reddington, face burrowed into his shoulder.

“Is this real?” He shifted beneath you and draped an arm over your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your back.

“Unfortunately so.”

You choked back a sob and tightened your grip on his suit.

“The place we’re going… can it be dark too? I like things better in the dark.”

He let out a soft hum of affirmation and something in you realized he was already planning on it. Perhaps if both of you were different people you’d be creeped out by this, but you had long since gotten used to his surveillance. He liked to tell you one could never be too careful.

“Red? One more thing?”

He hummed again to let you know he was listening.

“The man that hit them… I want him to hurt.”

He let out a soft chuckle and draped something over your back.

“That can be arranged.”

[meganwritesfanfics]

A Little Fall of Rain (Raymond Reddington x Reader)

He knew he shouldn’t have let her come. The mission was dangerous, and there were far too many variables for him to account for. But she was stubborn, much like he was, and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

“If I asked you to go back to the car what would your answer be.” Red asked, gun drawn as he Dembe and Y/N stood outside the abandoned warehouse. 

Y/N turned back to look at him glaring. 

“That’s what I figured.” He responded. 

“Alright, Dembe has got your left, I got your right, on average I’m thinking there has to be 20 guards before we reach Kol. Now what are the odds that we can make it through without getting shot at.” Y/N said. 

“I mean the last time I saw Kol, I may or may not have left him for dead so…”

Y/N rolled her eyes but she smiled none the less. “So that’s a zero on the odds scale, good.” 

Dembe also couldn’t help but smile at the two. It was nice to see them together again. Y/N had been a way for a few years working for one of Reddington’s competitors undercover, destroying them from the inside. But now she was home. 

Y/N was his daughter, not biologically, but he had raised her. He had rescued her at age of five from child traffickers, and she had been with him ever since. For all intense and purposes Raymond Reddington was her father. So when she had come back from undercover and insisted she help Dembe be Red’s bodyguard, he wasn’t exactly thrilled, even if it did mean she got to spend more time with him.  

“Red,” Y/N said as she came up to him. She stood slightly taller than the connoisseur of crime, and she her red hair pulled back into a braid that went halfway down her back. She stood in a back tank top and black camo leggings, with her boots going up to mid calf. “Now I need you to stay behind me and Dembe, ok. No trying to talk your way out of things ok.” 

Red smiled as he grabbed her chin. “You know I don’t think I should have to take this kind of sass from you young lady.” 

“I’ve saved your ass on multiple occasions, so yeah, I think you kinda do.” Y/N smiled as she leaned forward and kissed Red on the cheek. 

“Alright, let’s go.” Red said as the three of them busted in the door ready to face a slew of guards. But to their surprise, they found none. They found nothing actually. Everything seemed to have been cleaned out of the warehouse, and fast by the looks of it. 

“I was promised that Kol was here,” Red said angrily. “I not only had the FBI look into it but also…”  

Y/N held up her hand as she walked forward in the empty room. Something felt off. 

“I don’t like this.” Dembe responded, he could feel it as well. 

Suddenly out of the shadows five men burst out guns drawn. 

“It’s a trap!” Y/N called as she began to fire on the men who were ambushing them. As the three began firing at their attackers, Y/N followed two of them into a side hallway. They were in full body armor and stealth suits, they had known that Red was going to be coming, someone had to have tipped them off. 

They turned back smiling wickedly. “Kol sends his regards.” They said as they both fired. 

Y/N felt a piercing pain hit her chest, but her mind barely registered it as she fired two shots, kills shots, sending the two men to the ground. 

She stared at them for a moment feeling unsteady. But before she had a chance to really think about what had just happened, she heard Red calling for her.

“Y/N!” He shouted terrified when he realized she wasn’t with them. “Y/N!” He screamed again. 

“Red,” Y/N started to say but no sound came out. 

“Dembe, find her.” 

Slowly Y/N stumbled her way back out into the main room. 

“Oh, thank God, I was worried something had…” Red sighed when he saw her reappear. But as he saw her he noticed how pale she was and how she was swaying as she walked towards him. “Y/N are you ok?” 

“Red,” She said again, this time a small squeak coming out as she felt her knees buckle. 

Red lunged forward as he watched her fall, Dembe close behind him. Scooping her up in his arms he could feel warm liquid from her back, and he could see that there was a dark stain on her chest. 

“Dembe, call Elizabeth, tell her to send someone out here now!” Red screamed as he shrugged off his jacket placing it on her chest and applying pressure, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. 

Dembe stood frozen for a moment looking at the scene before him. His heart was breaking, both for himself and for Red. Y/N and Dembe were close, always had been, he thought of her as a little sister of sorts. And now to see her like this, knowing that the outcome was grim, he couldn’t help of think of all the good memories the two had. 

“Go!” Red screamed angrily, tears filling up his eyes, and Dembe left. “It’s ok Y/N, everything is going to be just fine. Dembe is going to get help and then…” 

“Red,” Y/N sighed as she placed her hand on his cheek, “I’m sorry.” 

“No, no, Y/N don’t apologize you are going to be fine.” Red insisted pulling her closer, she winced slightly as he pushed the jacket harder into her chest. 

“I need to know you are going to be ok,” Y/N said as her hand shifted to the collar of his shirt grasping it. “You have lost so many people in your life, and I’m sorry I am going to be another, but I need to know that you are going to be ok, after I’m gone.” 

“You aren’t going anywhere Y/N!” 

“Red,” 

“No! I’m not going to lose you, not like this. You are going to be fine, you have to be fine.” Red wasn’t usually one to break down, Y/N was right, he had lost many many people, but the thought of losing her struck deep down at his core. At that moment he wasn’t Raymond Reddington, FBI’s most wanted, a man who’s name struck fear into people's hearts. At that moment he was a father, grieving over his child who he could feel fading away in his arms. 

“Red,” Y/N said again and as Red looked at her, and the sad expression she had on her face, he lost it. 

“Y/N” He sobbed as he pulled her close. 

Y/N weakly wrapped her arms around him holding onto him as tightly as she could. 

“I love you so much, thank you for saving me, thank you for raising me, and thank you for being the most amazing father anyone could ask for.”

“If I had protected you better this wouldn’t have…” 

“No,” Y/N said as she pushed back so Red was looking at her. “Don’t do that. I am here because I wanted to protect you, I made the choice. Don’t blame yourself.” 

“Y/N…” He started again. 

“I have a favor to ask you,” Y/N said. 

“Anything,” Red cradled her gently. 

“I need you to tell…” Her body convulsed as pain shot through her body and she held onto Red tighter. “I need you to tell Don, tell him that I love him.” 

“Don?” Red looked puzzled but then everything clicked. “Ressler!” He gasped and Y/N smiled. 

“We have been seeing each other since I came back. I was going to tell you but…” Y/N said another wave of pain hitting her. 

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” 

“Do you remember the night you took me to see the ballet when I was 8.” Y/N smiled. 

“You had insisted that I buy you an outfit so that you could match the ballerinas, and since I am the biggest benefactor for the company, I just persuaded the costume designer to make you an exact replica of every costume the dancers wore throughout the show. And when you got them, you asked if we could see the show every night so that way you could wear a different costume each time. There were more costumes than shows so I convinced the company to give us private showings for the two nights after closing. Even though you knew what each dance was, your eyes still lit up like you were seeing for the first time. “ Red smiled as tears streamed down his face. Slowly he looked down to see that Y/N had gone limp in his arms and her eyes were closed. 

“Y/N,” Red said, shaking her slightly. “Y/N.” His voice cracked hard, he knew she was gone. “I love you.” He said pulling her into him sobbing. 

“Raymond, they are here they…” Dembe said rushing in but when he saw Red he knew it was too late. 

“Where is she! Where is Y/N!” Red heard another voice scream and he looked up to see Ressler running with eyes wide. “No, no, no.” He broke, collapsing to his knees. 

Slowly Red set Y/N on the ground turning back to Ressler and nodding. Ressler made his way to them picking Y/N up and cradling her as he cried. Red made his way over to Dembe. 

“I want you to find a good spot to bury her, talk to Mr. Kaplan, near the ocean. She loved the ocean.” Red said as he tried to compose himself as he headed out towards the car. 

“Raymond where are you going?” Dembe asked. 

“I’m going to go find Kol.” Red growled.

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[imagine-a-dream]

gif credit: @agxntkeen​​

Imagine being Aram’s friend and developing a crush on Reddington.

It wasn’t surprising that you had developed a little crush on the man. You met him when he paid an unexpected visit to Aram while you both were in the middle of your Harry Potter marathon.

“Agent Mojtabai, I had no idea you’ve had a date! But this is a very urgent matter, I wouldn’t bother you otherwise...” He gave you both an apologetic smile and you could’ve sworn your heart missed a beat at the deep rumble of his voice.

“Oh, no that’s not... We’re just friends.'' You were quick to correct him. Maybe too quick, because he let out a chuckle and tilted his head, interested.

“Ah, I see. John Finch, Aram’s colleague… of sorts. Pleasure to meet you.” His tenacious blue eyes bore into yours and you realised right at that instance, that you were a goner. He initiated your second meeting, and every date after that. You quickly learned his real name and what he did for a living. But it didn’t bother you as much as it probably should. He was an absolute gentleman, always kind, and genuinely interesting person to be around. So what if he was a criminal, and the most wanted one at that? He was good to you and he made you laugh like no one else. Yes, it was not surprising at all.

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[kingdoraemon]

Writing Something Story?

Hey guys! Any idea who should I make story? Or drama?

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Raymond Reddington Headcanons: Manipulation (+ Romantic HC with S/O) The Blacklist

#Yandere #YandereRaymondReddington #YandereTheBlacklist #RaymondReddington #RaymondReddingtonxReader #Reader #TheBlacklist #Headcanons #YandereHeadcanons 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Here are those headcanons I said I would do! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here and these headcanons, a mix of base and also the bonus romantic with S/O!]

(Disclaimer: Raymond Reddington is not yandere in canon, though he does have issues he is not yandere. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional yanderes and characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. No Matter how charming they may be!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Raymond Reddington X GN Listener-

.Raymond is a highly intelligent individual.

.He is also very driven as well.

.On another end he has developed sociopathic tendencies, most likely due to PTSD since he was not born that way.

.With this he takes pleasure in torturing rivals and anyone who dares hurt you.

.He is very much in love with you, his past lovers never compared to you.

.He is a very sly and manipulative yandere as well.

.Thing is most of the time you cannot tell that he is manipulating you.

.As he is very charming and a professional liar.

.It is almost impossible for you to know that he is manipulating you and catching you in his web of lies.

.He also hates rude people (I wonder who that reminds me of hmmmmmm~)

. Especially if they are rude to you.

.If you are rude, you will be getting a spanking that is for sure. (You might like the spanking as well. we do not kink shame lol)

.He has no qualms with killing people, so he will for sure kill anyone that gets in the way of his love for you.

.Even his friends are not safe from his mission to have you.

.He would also spoil you silly, he adores you more than anything.

.Giving you anything and everything you needed.

.You also will be under his watchful eye and his protection always.

.No one will harm you if he has anything to say about it, which most likely he would.

.He is so kind, sweet, and loving to you.

.A side he rarely shows to anyone else.

.He is also a man of his word, when he says he will make you love him, he means it.

.He also will protect you with everything he has. Dedicating his entire being to keeping you safe, loving you, and having a family with you.

.He would confess to you in a romantic way, candlelit dinner in Pairs, a harp playing.

.It does not matter if you say no.

.He is still going to have you, at this point, you are too deep in.

.There is no way you could escape Reddington even if you wanted to.

.You are His!

-Bonus Romantic Headcanons With Yandere Raymond Reddington X S/O GN Reader

.He loves you and you love him.

.He spoils you all the time, picking up the most wonderful things for you.

.Showering you with love and affection.

.Nothing is ever going to stop him from adoring you.

.He truly adores you.

.He would be the type of partner to take you on spontaneous trips.

.Taking you Anywhere around the world to spoil you to even just a dinner.

.He loves dancing with you and showing you off.

.Though he denies showing you off of course.

.Is incredibly romantic and caring.

.If you have a craving he has that item to you within hours at most.

.He also dots on you.

.Physical touch is a big part of his love language.

.Just holding your hand or stroking your hair, or just holding you.

.He loves and adores it.

.He wants to give you the world and he will.

.Of course, you two will get married very soon.

.The most intimate but beautiful wedding ceremony.

.He would give you, your dream home, in your dream country.

.Having it as a safe haven, where you will always be safe and you both can raise a family.

.Of course, this all is almost too good to be true.

.Anyone who has hurt you in the past, even before you met Raymond. Die. Painfully.

.Anyone who tries to get you to leave him is taken care of.

.He paid off your lover before him to leave you and break your heart.

.In which he swooped in and manipulated you into being with him. You are now his and he planned it all from the very moment he met you.

.You are blissfully unaware of just how much he manipulated you and how truly dangerous he is.

.After all, ignorance is bliss.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine being frustrated with Reddington again...

Red was in the middle of a very crucial case trying to deliver Elizabeth Keen information that she needed. Just as he opened a bottle of scotch, you walked into the room unannounced with a frown and your phone in hand.

“Why did you piss off Hakim?”

Reddington sighed and waved you off. “Not now, Y/n.”

“No. I’ve already bought my outfit and now he calls and tells me ‘not to bother coming to the wedding’?” You argued and looked over to where Elizabeth was standing, flashing her a smile. “Hi, Liz. How are you?”

The young woman cleared her throat and folded her arms awkwardly, caught in the middle of the feud. “We’re - uh - trying to find a chemical weapon that can’t be traced.” She explained briefly.

Reddington had poured himself a glass but found the drink quickly swiped from his fingers by a very annoyed you. Sipping the scotch, you turned to Elizabeth.

“Have you tried isolating the radiation levels to their subatomic particles? Something that small will leave a path.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened and she looked at Reddington. “I thought that wasn’t possible?”

You chuckled and took a seat on Reddington's sofa. “That’s because you’re not me.” Looking back at the man by the bar cart, you pointed at him. "Now, about that wedding invitation..."

~ More imagines here ~

[iseethedead-blog1]

end of an era yn x Raymond Reddington

\I got this idea from a song from Michelle Gurrvich - end of an era, the whole song is in this

yn looks at red "I'm leaving, Berlin." Raymond looks at yn and spoke "You've been threatening that for years, but this is it, remember how we met as strangers on the street."

Yn spoke as she glares at Reddington "I said you were a creep and so began our friendship." Reddington nods "Our favorite meeting place, our favorite cafe, only so many times these eras in our lives we never realize, till come the turning of the tides."

Yn sighs softly as she spoke "now it's the end of an era, end of an era, my friend." Yn looks away from Red scared of what she'd see in red's eyes

Raymond has fear in his eyes as he spoke back "It's the end of an era, end of an era when our lives so effortlessly collide, we had good times didn't we, Yn?"

Yn nodded as she finally looked at red getting his courage up "we had good times didn't we, Red?" She smiles softly at him her eyes are light and full of happiness she was afraid to look afraid of the man's anger

Red spoke again "friendships don't end we know but time and place the river flows." He smiles softly at Yn "we'll meet in other circumstances five years we spent in a daily dance."

Yn turns away from him with the same smile on her lips "how I'd often turn and see your face from me for so long unfamiliar, it happened suddenly, a stranger you were to me." She takes a deep breath as she continued to speak "next day I looked and realize that no one knew me better, it's the end of an era, red."

Red chuckles "It's the end of an era, Yn, end of an era when our lives did so effortlessly collide, we had a good time didn't we Yn."

Yn nods and smiles lightly as she left Berlin and went to a different country going on the run far away from Germany

[thekirbishow]

GVF is in my city tonight and I’m so sad I can’t go.

[writingbyshiloh]

In bed rn BUT do y’all think Red would carry a little travel size bottle of your perfume when he’s away for business?

A photo is too dangerous because it’s too identifiable, but the SMELL of you? Perfect and subtle when he catches a whiff of it on his suit while flying or a safe house pillow

[meganwritesfanfics]

The Blacklist Masterlist

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