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wittyandobsessed · 3 months ago

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𝐀 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Raymond Reddington x FBI!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Violence, hurt, wounds, killing, death.

𝘈 𝘮𝘪��𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦.

You walked side by side with Liz, the buzz of the headquarters growing louder as you approached. She had that teasing smirk on her face, the one that always meant trouble.

“I still can’t believe you turned him down,” Liz said, nudging your shoulder. “What’s wrong with a harmless date? The guy’s cute, and from what I heard, actually nice.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “Nice is great and all, but I’m not looking for something... routine. I don’t want to spend my evenings talking about the weather and what’s on TV. I want something... different. Exciting, you know? Adventure.”

Liz chuckled, shaking her head. “Adventure, huh? Good luck finding that in this place.”

You were about to counter her when you stepped into the main area, the sound of your boots echoing faintly against the polished floor. And there he was. Raymond Reddington, sitting casually at the edge of one of the desks, dressed in his usual tailored suit, radiating that effortlessly commanding presence.

As if he’d been listening the whole time, Red tilted his head slightly, a sly smile curving his lips. “Ah, adventure,” he drawled, his voice smooth and rich, like aged bourbon. “A bold choice, my dear. But be careful—adventure often comes with a touch of danger. Though, if you’re lucky, it might also come with the perfect companion.”

His eyes twinkled as he spoke, the words landing somewhere between playful and flirtatious. It was enough to send a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you stood frozen, caught off guard by his impeccable timing and that undeniable charm. Liz raised an eyebrow at you, clearly enjoying your reaction, but you didn’t dare look at her.

Instead, you swallowed the lump in your throat, managing a half-smile. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to choose my adventure... and my companion carefully.”

Red’s smile widened, a satisfied gleam in his eye. “Wise words, Agent. Very wise words.” Then, with a small nod, he turned his attention back to Dembe, leaving you standing there, your cheeks a little warmer and your heart beating just a bit faster.

Liz leaned in, her voice low and amused. “You were saying something about adventure?”

You groaned, pushing past her as she stifled a laugh. Whatever comeback you had died in your throat, and you weren’t sure whether to curse or thank Red for that.

You adjusted your bulletproof vest, the straps tight against your chest, and checked your sidearm one last time. The weight of the operation pressed down on your shoulders, but that wasn’t the only thing gnawing at your thoughts. Red. Raymond Reddington. The man who had inexplicably worked his way into your life—and under your skin.

The task force was gearing up to arrest a dangerous trafficker who had eluded justice for years. He was connected to a network Red had tipped you off about a week ago, casually dropping the information over a glass of wine like it was nothing. Typical Red—calm, enigmatic, and maddeningly smug. That’s how it always was with him. He operated in a world where danger was as commonplace as breathing, and somehow, you’d grown accustomed to it. To him.

You couldn’t help but reflect on the strange path that had brought you to this moment. A year ago, you never would have believed you’d be working with a man like Reddington. When you first met him, he’d been more myth than man, a name whispered in criminal circles and scribbled on FBI most-wanted lists. But then he’d walked into your life, larger than life and exuding a dangerous charm. You were skeptical of him from the start, as any good FBI agent would be. He was a criminal—a mastermind, really—and you didn’t trust him one bit.

But Red had a way about him. He was infuriatingly clever, always ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room, including you. He could manipulate and charm his way out of any situation, and he often did. At first, his confidence grated on you. His smirks, his cryptic remarks, the way he always seemed to know more about you than he should—it all made your blood boil. But there was something else beneath that polished exterior, something that made you pause.

You’d started seeing it during those late nights in the war room, going over leads and piecing together puzzles only he seemed to fully understand. He wasn’t just a criminal; he was a man of principle, of rules, no matter how skewed they seemed to you. Red had a code—something most criminals lacked—and it intrigued you more than you cared to admit.

There was also a warmth to him, buried under the layers of his dangerous persona. It was in the way he treated people like Dembe, with genuine loyalty and respect. It was in the soft way he spoke to you when he thought no one else was listening, the gentle reminders to take care of yourself after long hours on the job. He called you “dear,” always with a faint smile, and you couldn’t help but feel your defenses crumble just a little more each time.

You remembered the first time you really saw him—not as a criminal, not as an informant, but as a man. It was after a particularly grueling operation. You’d been furious with him, accusing him of withholding vital information that had nearly cost lives. But instead of snapping back, Red had looked at you with something like regret in his eyes. He’d explained, carefully and sincerely, why he’d made the choices he had. You hadn’t agreed with him, but you’d understood. And understanding him was dangerous because it made you care.

And now, here you were, preparing to step into another volatile situation, and Red was still in your head. You hated it sometimes—how he could occupy your thoughts even when you were trying to focus on something else. He wasn’t just a criminal; he was a conundrum, a puzzle you couldn’t quite solve. And somewhere along the way, you’d stopped trying to resist him.

You snapped back to the present as Liz called your name. She was already by the armored van, waiting for you to join the team. With a final glance at your reflection in the side mirror, you steeled yourself. Red would undoubtedly have some infuriating commentary about this operation later, probably over a glass of wine and some obscure story about a run-in with a similar trafficker. And, as always, you’d be torn between wanting to throttle him and being utterly charmed by him.

Because that was the problem with Raymond Reddington. He wasn’t just a criminal. He wasn’t just infuriating. He was... something else. Something you couldn’t quite define but couldn’t seem to let go of, no matter how much you told yourself you should.

As the van rolled out, you clenched your fists, pushing the thoughts aside. You’d deal with Red—and your feelings for him—later. Right now, you had a job to do.

The operation had gone terribly wrong. When Liz returned to headquarters, her face was pale, her movements hurried. Red was already there, waiting for her in the briefing room. He leaned against the edge of the table, his usually relaxed posture noticeably tense. The moment she stepped in, his eyes sharpened, scanning her for injuries.

“What happened? Are you alright?” he asked, his tone laced with that fatherly concern he always had for her. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of urgency, a need for answers.

Liz hesitated, running a hand through her hair, her breathing still uneven. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, almost dismissively, though her tone betrayed how rattled she was. “But… they knew we were coming. They were ready for us. It was a trap.”

Red’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, taking in the scratches on her arms, the faint bruise forming near her temple. But then his expression shifted. He scanned the room again, as if realizing for the first time that someone was missing. His usual air of charm and wit evaporated, replaced by something cold and focused.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, his voice low, serious. It wasn’t a question; it was a demand for clarity.

Liz froze, the words catching in her throat. She knew how he could be, how his emotions, particularly when it came to people he cared about, could drive him to extremes. But she also knew she couldn’t lie to him. He would see through it instantly.

“They took her,” she admitted quietly, the words heavy, almost sinking into the air between them.

For a moment, Red didn’t move. His face remained composed, but Liz could see the storm brewing behind his eyes, a mix of fury and fear. His hands, resting on the table, clenched into fists. When he finally spoke, his voice was terrifyingly calm.

“Who?”

“They didn’t give names,” Liz said, swallowing hard. “They must have been tipped off. We barely made it out alive.”

Red straightened, adjusting his cuffs with methodical precision, though Liz knew it was just a mask for what he was truly feeling. His voice, when it came, was steady but laced with a quiet menace.

“I’ll find her,” he said, almost to himself. Then his gaze snapped back to Liz, sharp and unyielding. “Tell me everything. Now.”

Liz hesitated for just a second before launching into the details of the botched operation. But even as she spoke, she could see that Red was already forming a plan, the wheels in his mind turning faster than she could keep up with. This wasn’t just about the operation anymore. This was personal.

You woke up to a sharp, throbbing pain coursing through your body. Your head lolled forward, heavy and disoriented. When you tried to move, you realized your wrists and ankles were tied tightly to a chair. Panic clawed at your chest as you lifted your head, trying to piece together what had happened.

And then you saw him—the man standing a few feet away, watching you with a cold, calculating gaze. The memories came rushing back in painful fragments. The operation. The trafficker’s hideout. It had all been a trap.

You remembered the chaos—the gunfire erupting as soon as you breached the doors, forcing your team to scatter and take cover. Somewhere in the fray, you’d gotten separated from the others. Before you could regroup, someone had grabbed you from behind. A sharp blow to the back of your head, and then—nothing.

And now here you were, in this cold, dimly lit warehouse, hands tied, completely at the mercy of your captors. The man in front of you had wasted no time. He’d started hitting you, hard and relentless, demanding answers. He wanted to know how the police had gotten wind of their trafficking operation, who had tipped them off.

But you said nothing. You couldn’t. Because telling him the truth would mean betraying Raymond Reddington, the very man who had provided the intel. And you’d rather die than compromise him.

Another blow landed across your cheek, snapping your head to the side. Pain radiated through your face, but you clenched your teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Blood trickled from the corner of your mouth as the man leaned closer, his patience clearly running thin.

“You’re stubborn,” he sneered, pulling a gun from his holster. The sound of the metal clicking into place sent a chill down your spine. He pointed the weapon at your chest, his finger hovering over the trigger.

Your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes, bracing yourself. This was it. You were going to die here, alone in this godforsaken warehouse. Your thoughts drifted to Red, unbidden and bittersweet. The way he smiled, his effortless charm, his sharp wit. You’d always known you cared for him more than you should, but you’d never been brave enough to admit it—not to him, not even to yourself.

And now it was too late. You’d never get the chance to tell him.

The man’s grip tightened on the gun, and you heard him take a steadying breath. But before the shot came, another sound cut through the tense silence: a voice, calm and commanding, echoing through the cavernous space.

“Now, now,” the voice drawled smoothly. “I’d hate to interrupt, but I simply can’t allow this to continue.”

Your eyes snapped open, your heart leaping in your chest. That voice.

Red.

He stood in the shadow of the doorway, his silhouette illuminated by the dim light behind him. His hands were casually in his pockets, his head tilted just slightly, but his presence filled the room with an unmistakable danger.

The man holding the gun hesitated, looking between you and Red.

“And who the hell are you?” he barked.

Red stepped forward, the calm in his demeanor only amplifying the menace in his tone. “Me? I’m the man who’s going to ensure you regret every decision you made today. Starting with this one.”

Relief and hope surged through you, though you knew the danger wasn’t over. But Red was here. And if there was one thing you’d learned over the past year, it was this: when Raymond Reddington walked into a room, everything changed.

The room fell silent except for the faint, echoing footsteps of Raymond Reddington as he closed the distance between himself and your captor. His hands remained in his pockets, his head tilted just slightly, his expression unreadable—but you knew better. Beneath that calm exterior lay a storm brewing, dangerous and unstoppable.

Your captor, emboldened by the gun in his hand, barked, “Stay back, or she dies!” He jabbed the barrel of the gun against your shoulder, making you wince.

Red didn’t flinch. Instead, he sighed, a soft, disappointed sound that somehow carried more weight than any shout. “You see,” he began, his tone conversational, “this is where you’ve made your first—and last—mistake.” He gestured faintly with his hand, and suddenly, from the shadows, Dembe appeared like a phantom, his own weapon trained steadily on the trafficker.

Your captor stiffened, his hand tightening on the gun. “Drop it!” he snarled at Red, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

Red stopped walking, now only a few feet away. “Do you even know who I am?” he asked quietly, his voice silk and steel.

The trafficker sneered, though you could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “I don’t care who you are.”

“Oh, but you should.” Red’s lips curved into a cold smile, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. “You’ve taken something that belongs to me—her.” His gaze flicked to you for the briefest of moments, softening just enough to make your breath catch, before returning to the man holding you captive. “And I do not take kindly to losing what I value.”

Before your captor could respond, Red’s hand moved faster than you thought possible, pulling a gun from his jacket. The crack of the shot was deafening in the confined space, and the man’s weapon clattered to the floor as he staggered back, clutching his bleeding shoulder.

“Dembe,” Red said calmly, already tucking his gun back into his coat.

Dembe moved like a shadow, crossing the room in two strides. In an instant, he disarmed the trafficker completely, twisting his arm with enough force to make the man cry out. Red stepped forward, standing just inches away from the man, who now knelt on the floor, bleeding and trembling.

“You could’ve walked away,” Red said softly, crouching so he was eye level with the trafficker. His voice was almost pitying, but the ice in his gaze told a different story. “But instead, you chose violence. And worse, you chose to involve her.”

The man stammered, begging now, his earlier bravado shattered. “Please… I-I didn’t know—”

“Shhh,” Red whispered, pressing a finger to his own lips. “It’s too late for that.”

And with that, Red straightened and turned to Dembe. “Handle it,” he said simply.

Dembe nodded, and with one swift motion, ended the trafficker’s life. The sound was quick, final, and utterly chilling. You flinched, unable to stop yourself, though a part of you felt a grim satisfaction knowing the man who had tortured you was no longer a threat.

Red was at your side almost immediately, crouching in front of you with an unexpected gentleness. His hands moved quickly, pulling a knife from his pocket and slicing through the ropes that bound your wrists and ankles. As the last restraint fell away, you slumped forward, your body too weak to hold itself up.

But Red caught you, his arms wrapping around you with a firmness that felt safe, steady. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. “It’s over now.”

You clung to him without thinking, your body shaking from adrenaline and exhaustion. His hand moved to cradle the back of your head, his touch warm and grounding. For a moment, the chaos of the past few hours faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the undeniable comfort of his presence.

“You’re safe,” he said softly, his lips near your ear. “And as long as I’m here, you always will be.”

You wanted to thank him, to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you closed your eyes, letting the sound of his voice and the warmth of his embrace be enough for now.

The beeping of the hospital monitors was a steady, rhythmic sound, broken only by the occasional shuffle of nurses outside your door. You were propped up in bed, wrapped in bandages, bruises aching but manageable thanks to the medication they’d given you. It wasn’t ideal, but you were alive—and that was more than you could have hoped for hours ago.

When the door opened, you turned your head, expecting Liz or one of the Task Force members. Instead, it was Red. His tailored suit was impeccable as always, but there was a weariness in his expression, a tension in his shoulders. He closed the door quietly behind him, and for a moment, he just stood there, his eyes scanning you, as if confirming for himself that you were really okay.

“You’re looking better,” he said finally, his voice soft but tinged with relief. He moved closer, taking the seat by your bed. “Though I’d say that chair didn’t do you any favors.”

You smiled faintly, your heart fluttering at his presence. “I’ve had better days.”

Red nodded, his lips twitching into a small smile. “And worse, I imagine. Though I do hope this is the last time I have to retrieve you from a situation quite so... dire.”

You chuckled lightly, wincing at the ache in your ribs. “I’ll try to stay out of trouble. But thank you. For saving me.”

His smile deepened, his eyes softening. “My dear, you don’t need to thank me. I couldn’t have done anything else.”

You hesitated, his words from earlier echoing in your mind. Gathering your courage, you glanced at him shyly. “So… I’m yours?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, repeating the words he’d said to your captor.

Red stilled, his smile morphing into something more contemplative. He leaned back slightly, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm. “Ah, yes,” he said after a moment, his tone light but his gaze unwavering. “It would seem I let that particular sentiment slip. But in my defense, it was entirely true.”

Your heart skipped, the room seeming to shrink around you. “What does that mean, exactly?”

Red’s expression softened further, his hand resting lightly on the edge of your bed. “It means, my dear, that you are… irreplaceable. Someone whose well-being I hold in the highest regard. And someone I’d rather not see tied to a chair ever again, if I may be frank.”

He was deflecting, carefully avoiding the words that hung in the air between you. You could see it in the way his gaze flicked to the window, the way his fingers tapped idly on the bedframe. He wasn’t going to admit how he felt—not outright—but it was there, clear as day, in the way he looked at you, the way he lingered.

When he stood to leave, likely sensing the conversation had tread too close to territory he wasn’t ready to explore, you reached out and grabbed his hand. He stopped, his body tense as he turned back to face you.

“Red,” you said, your voice trembling but firm. “I love you.”

For a moment, he said nothing. His hand, warm in yours, remained still, though his eyes darkened with emotion. You could see the hesitation, the conflict playing out on his face. You knew what he was thinking—he wasn’t a good man, not by any stretch, and being with him would undoubtedly bring danger into your life. He didn’t want that for you.

But before he could say anything, you pressed on. “I know what you’re thinking. That you’re not good for me, that this is some sort of mistake. But you’re wrong. I’ve never felt safer than I do when I’m with you. I don’t care about the risks, or what anyone else thinks. I care about you. And I need you to know that.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes searching yours for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, he exhaled, the weight of his emotions settling over him like a shroud. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “Being with me… it’s not a life anyone deserves.”

You shook your head, your grip on his hand tightening. “I don’t care, Red. I’m not afraid. I trust you. And if you’ll let me, I’ll stand by you, no matter what.”

The vulnerability in your voice seemed to break through his walls. His shoulders sagged slightly, and he let out a soft, weary laugh, shaking his head. “You are impossibly stubborn, you know that?”

You smiled faintly, tugging lightly on his hand. “Maybe. But you love that about me, don’t you?”

He let out a breath, the faintest ghost of a smile playing at his lips. Slowly, he leaned closer, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You are absolutely insufferable,” he murmured, his voice low, his lips just a breath away from yours. “And utterly extraordinary.”

“Then kiss me,” you whispered, your voice trembling but steady. “Please.”

For a moment, he hesitated, the last of his resolve wavering. And then he gave in. His lips met yours, warm and firm, his hand cupping your face with a tenderness that stole your breath. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with all the words he hadn’t been able to say.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “You’ll be the death of me,” he said softly, though there was no regret in his tone. Only affection.

“And you’ll keep me alive,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Red allowed himself to smile back, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten.

#the blacklist #blacklist #raymond reddington x reader #raymond reddington #oneshot #one shot #x reader #fem reader

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writingbyshiloh · 1 year ago

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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

#raymond reddington x reader #x reader #I started s10 tonight and yeah…. I miss him

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phoenix--quill · 6 months ago

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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.

#kinktober 2024 #kinktober #the blacklist #tbl #raymond reddington #raymond reddington x reader #my writing

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meganwritesfanfics · 4 years ago

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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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101crows · 1 year ago

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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.”

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profeyandere · 10 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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kingdoraemon · 4 months ago

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Writing Something Story?

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

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theyanderespecialist · 2 years ago

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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!]

#yandere #yandere raymond reddington #yandere the blacklist #yandere headcanons #headcanons #the blacklist #raymond reddington the blacklist #raymond reddington #raymond reddington x reader #reader #gender neutral reader

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iseethedead-blog1 · 2 years ago

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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

#song post #raymond reddington x reader #Raymond Reddington fanfic

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 2 years ago

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The Blacklist Masterlist

One Shots

A Desperate Mess - Donald Ressler x Reader

Peach Cobbler - Donald Ressler x Reader

A Case They’ll Like - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)

Trouble In ‘Paradis’ - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)

Imagines + Mini Fic

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

Imagine reminding Reddington that you have his back

Imagine declining a task from Reddington

Imagine being frustrated with Reddington again

Imagine suggesting a restaurant to Ressler for date night

Imagine getting on Ressler’s nerves

Series

Club Abyssinia - Reader x Donald Ressler (implied), Reader x Raymond Reddington (platonic)

(Return to the Easy Navigate Masterlist)

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandoms masterlist #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #blacklist x reader #blacklist imagine #the blacklist imagine #reddington x reader #raymond reddington x reader #raymond reddington imagine #reddington imagine #donald ressler x reader #donald ressler imagine #ressler imagine #ressler x reader

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wittyandobsessed · 3 months ago

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𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Raymond Reddington x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | none.

𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the sleek furniture and reflecting off the crystal glasses scattered on the table. You adjusted the diamond bracelet on your wrist—a gift from Red, though purely for the cover—and scanned the room for anything out of place. The opulent setting was a stark contrast to your usual world of police raids and interrogations. But then again, everything about your life had changed since you’d crossed that line.

You’d joined the force with the belief that justice was black and white, but over the past year, the gray had crept in. Corruption had seeped into your department like a disease. People you’d trusted, respected, had turned out to be dirty—taking bribes, covering for criminals, and worse. You couldn’t stomach it anymore. That was when you’d turned to Raymond Reddington.

It was ironic, really. A criminal—a mastermind, no less—had more honor in his little finger than most of the cops you worked with. Red had entered your life three years ago, and though you’d started as adversaries, he’d quickly become… something else. A confidant. A partner. Maybe more, though you’d never dared to acknowledge it outright.

Now, here you were, on an undercover mission with him, playing the part of his younger, adoring wife to retrieve critical information from one of his rivals. You were no stranger to dangerous operations, but this one felt different. Not just because of the stakes, but because of the way Red’s arm rested possessively around your waist, keeping you close.

It was supposed to be fake. The whispered terms of endearment, the gentle touches, the way his thumb stroked your lower back. It was all part of the act. But it didn’t feel fake. Not to you.

“Darling,” he murmured in your ear, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “You’re perfect. Keep it up.”

A shiver ran down your spine, but you quickly masked it with a bright smile, leaning into him as though his words hadn’t just sent your heart racing.

“I should hope so,” you replied smoothly, your lips barely moving as you kept up the charade. “If I mess this up, you’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, before tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple. To anyone watching, it was the casual affection of a devoted husband. To you, it was something far more dangerous.

The evening dragged on, tension thick in the air as you played your part. Every time his hand slid to your hip, every lingering glance, every murmured word, it became harder to remember that this was all for show. Especially when his whispered comments grew more playful.

“If you keep looking at me like that, my dear,” he murmured as you walked arm in arm through the crowd, “I might start to think you mean it.”

You shot him a glare, though the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a faint twitch. “Behave,” you whispered back, but your voice lacked conviction.

The mission took a turn when one of the host’s guards grew suspicious, his eyes narrowing as he muttered something to a colleague. You caught the exchange, the way their gazes flicked to you and Red, and your stomach dropped.

“They’re onto us,” you said softly, your grip tightening on Red’s arm.

He didn’t miss a beat, his expression remaining calm, though you could feel the tension in his posture. “Follow my lead,” he murmured.

But before he could do anything, inspiration—or desperation—struck. If you were going to sell this act, you needed to go all in.

Before Red could react, you grabbed his tie and tugged him toward the nearby sofa. He let out a small sound of surprise as you pushed him down, straddling him without hesitation.

“Darling,” he started, but whatever he was about to say was cut off as you leaned down and kissed him.

It wasn’t just a kiss; it was an all-consuming, earth-shattering display of passion. You poured everything into it—your fear, your adrenaline, your feelings that you’d buried so deep for so long. Your hands roamed over his head as his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

For everyone watching, it was a convincing act of a wife madly in love with her husband. But for you, it wasn’t an act at all.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, you glanced at the guards out of the corner of your eye. They’d lost interest, smirking at what they assumed was nothing more than an overly affectionate couple.

Red’s eyes, however, were locked on yours. Dark, searching, and—most dangerously of all—aware. His hands lingered on your hips as he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “That was... unexpected.”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your neck, but you played it off with a small smirk. “Seemed like the best way to keep us alive.”

His lips twitched, but his gaze never wavered. “Remind me to thank you properly later.”

You slipped off his lap, your pulse still racing, and adjusted your dress as though nothing had happened. But as the evening continued, you couldn’t shake the weight of what that kiss had meant—not to your cover, but to you.

And judging by the way Red’s hand lingered on your back, his thumb tracing small circles, he couldn’t shake it either.

The ride back to Red’s safe house was quiet, the tension thick in the air. Dembe sat in the driver’s seat, his usual calm demeanor unshaken, but you could feel his occasional glances at you through the rearview mirror. You sat in the back with Red, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your dress, hyper-aware of the man beside you.

He was silent too, his gaze fixed out the window, though his posture was relaxed, almost nonchalant. But you knew better. Red’s mind was never idle. The weight of what had happened lingered between you, unspoken but undeniable.

When the car finally pulled up to the house, Dembe stepped out to open the door for you. You murmured a quiet thanks, stepping into the cool night air, Red following closely behind. The sound of your heels clicking against the pavement felt deafening in the stillness.

Inside the house, the warmth of the fire greeted you, along with the faint smell of aged wood and leather. You removed your coat, draping it over the back of a chair, and turned to find Red watching you. His tie was slightly loosened, the faintest shadow of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Well,” he said, his voice smooth and even, “that was quite the performance.”

You swallowed hard, your cheeks heating. “It got the job done.”

He stepped closer, his hands slipping into his pockets as he tilted his head, studying you. “It certainly did. And if I recall,” he added, his tone dropping to something deeper, “I told you to remind me to thank you properly later.”

Your heart skipped, the room suddenly feeling too warm. You tried to deflect, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “I wasn’t planning on cashing in that favor.”

Red chuckled softly, the sound rich and indulgent as he closed the space between you. “Ah, but I always keep my promises.” His hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Red,” you began, but whatever protest you might have had faltered when he cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin with a gentleness that left you breathless.

“You were incredible tonight,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Brilliant, fearless, utterly captivating. And you have no idea how hard it was to keep my composure after that kiss.”

Your breath hitched, your heart hammering in your chest. “It wasn’t just for the cover,” you admitted softly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

His gaze darkened, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your cheek. “I know,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. “And that’s why this is no longer about thanking you.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was nothing like the one you’d shared earlier. This wasn’t for show, wasn’t part of any charade. This was real—raw, passionate, and filled with a depth of emotion that left you trembling.

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that made your knees weak. Your fingers found their way to his neck as you melted into him, every thought, every doubt slipping away.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath was warm against your lips. “You deserve so much more than this life,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m selfish enough to want you in it anyway.”

You smiled, your hands trailing down to rest on his chest. “I chose this life, Red. I chose you. And I don’t regret it.”

He looked at you for a long moment, as if trying to memorize every detail, before leaning in again, his lips finding yours with even more intensity. In that moment, nothing else mattered—no missions, no enemies, no lines you’d crossed. It was just the two of you, tangled in a world where everything felt right, even if just for tonight.

#oneshot #x reader #raymond reddington x reader #raymond reddington #the blacklist #blacklist #reader insert

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