#Raymond and Ray headcanons

[wayward-persephone]

For any of the ethan boys:

Casual fingering. Just laying down next to one another, just watching a movie or one of you is reading a book…and he reaches over ands lips his big hand under your panties and just starts lazily fingering you without a care in the world.

Ooohh I love that idea 🥵

I'm gonna talk about Ray Harris because I can just see him doing this 😏

He would be a PRO at casual fingering you.

He would absolutely do this in public too, but would prefer the comfort of being in your own home curled up together just relaxing.

He would slip his large dexterous fingers past your panties and into your cunt before you even knew what he was doing. Playing with your clit almost absentmindedly if you are watching tv together or pressing sweet kisses against your shoulder as you grumble from being disturbed from your nap. Either way he moves his fingers lazily and at a pace that soon leaves you whimpering and arching against him, but he just hums and shushes you gently. Playing with your dripping pussy and swollen clit as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

By the time he gets his fingers inside you, you are sobbing in pleasure as he purrs sweet nonsense in your ear, and he eventually takes mercy on you and let's you ride his fingers until you come wailing his name. Then he keeps his fingers pressed against you until he decides that he wants to play again.

[rig0rm0rbid]

OK OK MAKING THIS POST TO ELABORATE ON A SPECIFIC HEADCANON THAT I HAVE THAT I DON'T EVER SEE ANYONE ELSE HAVE ARO ACE RAY STANTZ

I fully stand by Ray being aroace. I feel like a lot of people don't feel this way (possibly, and this is just my assumption so you know, friendly discourse guys) because he is the most openly affectionate member of the team. The only Ghostbuster (from the original team) I've ever seen claimed as aroace is Egon which feels really weird as not only as an autistc person, but also as a gay man in a queer platonic relationship. It's almost like people can't comprehend that an aroace individual could be affectionate. Egon is a more closed off character, and while I head canon him on the ace-spec (as an asexual), I see this happen with so many "rigid" or hyperintelligent characters. Especially characters widely accepted/headcanoned as autistic. And yes, I know there's the whole dream sequence in the first movie. I am well aware (my friend hates that scene lmao). However, the mood slime in the second movie exists and yall still stand by aroace Spengs (and no hate to that! Sexuality is fluid guys!) But maybe an aroace character that is allowed to be affectionate would be nice to see every once and a while!

[artem1sc0re]

I’ve reached the stage of watch dogs brainrot in which I’ve began to headcanon them as secondary school (highschool) students; including deciding on the subjects they’d do, what they get up to, etc.

I’ve spent the entirety of my week doing this so I hope the brainstorming somewhat stays accurate to the characters (if not criticism is accepted!)

So ermmmmm here’s the appearances

Clarification; I’ve had to make a couple of almost drastic altercations to Ray’s, Clara’s and Sitara’s designs because of uniform regulations; their canon styles are flashy/unprofessional and wouldn’t exactly be good representation of the school, as well as Ray’s hair possibly being too long/disheveled (because uniform regulations where I live are THAT strict that they dress code hair length on boys as well), so I apologise if there’s any inaccuracies with the characters🤧🤧

Here’s their year and the list of subjects they’d do (just as context before you read the transcript):

Aiden is a lower sixth; on his first year of A levels:

A level - Sociology, IT, Chemistry

GCSEs - IT, Double science, Home Ec & H&S

Ray is an upper sixth; studying A2 level:

A levels - IT, Design and technology, Physics

GCSEs - IT, Physics, History, Chemistry, Design and Technology

Jordi is a lower sixth; studying AS level (most of his GCSE subjects were filler):

A levels - IT, Chemistry, Spanish

GCSEs - IT, double science, Spanish, further math

Clara is a lower sixth, studying AS level:

A levels - Art, IT, sociology

GCSEs - Art, IT, design and technology, double science

Watch dogs 2 dedsec:

Marcus is repeating his first year of GCSEs (partially to get another chance at a better score, another part to stay by his friends):

GCSEs - IT, Media studies, History, Politics, single science

Wrench is repeating his first year of GCSEs (his scores were ridiculous /neg)

GCSEs - IT, Media studies, geography, Double science

Josh is repeating his first year of GCSEs (he’s a perfectionist and as much as resitting exams exist, he insists on staying back 1 year):

GCSEs - IT, Media studies, HE, Double science

Sitara is studying the second half of her GCSEs:

(Chosen) A levels - Art, H&S, Media studies

GCSEs - IT, Art, H&S, single science, further math

Horatio is studying the second half of his GCSEs:

(Chosen) A levels - English language, H&S, IT

GCSEs - IT, H&S, History, double science

Transcript for those who cannot read my handwriting:

(Photo 1)

Aiden

- face is always cold so he wears the mask to keep himself warm (and possibly to accessorise)

- cut thumbholes into his jumper/sweater for comfortability (had to get Clara to stitch it evenly)

- has a natural resting bitch face, makes it almost difficult for him to be read emotionally via expression

- if he isn’t revising for chemistry or doing IT coursework during lunch, he’s hanging in the art rooms with Clara

- low-key has a crush on Clara… (Jordi frequently teases him about it)

- confrontational; if it affects him or the people he knows he WILL stand up for himself/them, even to teachers if he has to

- shares chemistry classes with Jordi (who frequently yaps to him in those classes)

Ray Kenney

- has acne w/ growing beard/stubble

- couldn’t style his hair so he stuck with a mullet

- goes to a different school but turns up for shared education classes

- makes a business of selling his study notes (basically photocopying them then selling them)

- IT prefect

Jordi

- definitely was some form of a greasy kid during his first few years but then had the craziest glowup during sixth form -> no one bullied him because of his tendency to bite back. Hard.

- sells contraband around the school building -> no proof that he does sell it as he’s always subtle with his locations, changing around where he sells and hiding his stock pretty well

- the type of guy to shove you ten times harder in the corridors if you shoved him (intentional nor unintentional, and yes, people shoving people in the corridors is quite common at least in my experience 😭😭)

- can be a class clown but the teachers have no reason to tell him off as he gets work done and has surprisingly good test scores

Clara

- is pretty neutral when it comes to the dress code, even subtly bending the rules to her liking

- busy asf doing art or studying, though does appreciate the company given from time to time whilst she works

- shares sociology classes with Aiden

- organises revision sessions for IT with Aiden (and Jordi; he seems like the type of guy to third wheel for the shits and giggles but also to study too)

(Photo 2)

Josh

- NEVER wears his blazer; finding the material to be too heavy

- always wears his beanie; if told to take it off he’ll proceed to put it back on the next class

- always ends up in the SEN (special educational needs) office frequently due to lack of co-operation

Marcus

- ABSOLUTE hype man during exam season

- Always instigates study sessions with the dedsec group

- mostly because he himself barely studies and usually he’ll sacrifice sleep to study

- Debate club member

Wrench/Reggie

- was able to get privileges to wear his mask

- most of the time gets dress coded for his pins or any other accessory he decides to wear almost on the daily

- decorates his blazer and bag with pins and patches

- when given an assistant under the name of ‘entitlement’ even when he declined, it painted him as an absolute ass due to his aggressive behaviour and lack of co-operation

- same as Josh usually ends up in the SEN office due to lack of co-operation

- draws on arms and hands frequently when bored + to retain attention

Horatio

- Similar to Sitara, is the more studious one of the group and makes sure to remind everyone of homework, school events + staff training days

- school council rep

- same as Marcus; is a debate club member

- Seems like the type of guy who’d know a lot about the teachers and would be able to hang around them due to being on their good side

Sitara

- Similar to Horatio; is the more studious one of the group

- has learned ways with bending the rules of the dress code with subtly hiding highlights, piercings and makeup

- Reminds the group about homework but usually sends the answers if nobody has it done

Some extra headcanons:

- Sitara uses sparkly highlighters when making revision stuff

- Wrench gets agitated with crowds in the cafeteria so Marcus helps get his food

- Jordi partnered with Aiden in chemistry classes primarily because Aiden low-key has leverage over him (by leverage I mean he basically knows the location of his batches of contraband)

- Marcus thrives in English language, especially in speaking exams because of his infectious nature and confidence

- everyone asks Josh for help in IT classes due to how good he is at it (they all share the same IT classes)

- if the WD2 dedsec all in separate classes, they have a collective oneNote document to make shitposts on and contact eachother with

- Wrench goofs off at various instances during revision sessions, even singing brainrot or catchy revision songs that pop into his head

- Marcus is NOT subtle with taking his phone out, that guy’s on it during break where teachers can see

- Ray knows what cars the teachers drive.

- Jordi never keeps his opinions on everyone and teachers to himself. Bro would not care if the teacher was right behind him. They call him a motor mouth for a reason

- Give Josh a swivel chair in a computer room and he will NOT stop spinning on it unless the teacher is talking

- if there’s a substitute, Marcus and Wrench watch stuff on YouTube during class

- Wrench doodles on textbooks that get reused (on a novel, he leaves comments and small doodles)

- Sitara vandalises science tables

- when Jordi, Clara and Aiden do revision sessions, Jordi tries to tease Aiden’s feelings towards Clara whilst the both of them drown him out; if he’s not doing that he’s studying with them and being the one asking the questions and shooting one or both of them a shit eating grin when they get an answer wrong

- Wrench does exams in a separate venue

- Marcus cannot study by himself unless he’s with the company of his friends, or unless he’s pulling an all nighter for a subject he cares about

- Marcus and Sitara take the same bus and stop at a local shop to buy sweets and snacks for everybody; tldr they are walking food banks

- Aiden is secretly a choir kid

- Jordi the type of guy to steal his friends’ food if he’s too broke to buy any or if he just couldn’t be bothered

[mandowifey]

Right Place, Right Time; CH 3.

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, P in V unsafe sex, oral (f receiving), counter sex, mostly clothed sex, a sprinkle of degradation, teasing, just the tip, sort of cum eating, nipple play, biting, marking, begging, demanding Ray, Au!Dark vibes Ray, porn with plot.

• • • •

Winter came harsh as it always had and buried your town in heavy white blankets. Chimneys smoked and the older folks would offer five dollars to the local boys to plow their driveways. A snow day closed schools and you were bouncing beside your mother along the path leading towards your home. You were ten, bundled in jackets with a beanie warming your scalp and fur lined snow boots to protect your feet. While your nose went pink and stung from the bite of the wind, you relished watching your breath waft from your mouth.

“Honey, look over there, by the trees, do you see it?”

Your mother crouched and pointed, guiding your vibrant eyes towards a line of barren trees. But you saw nothing.

“Mama, I don’t see- “

“Shh! Look, right below that tree.”

You strain and manage to make out the shape of a white rabbit. Its ears forward and alert, eyes seemingly on you now. A smile stretched across your features, delight warming your insides as you gazed upon the small creature. Eagerly, you begin to prowl forward with loud, clumsy crunches in the snow. You wanted nothing more than to touch this animal, to get closer and steal a better look.

A firm hand catches your arm, and you are pulled backwards into the warmth of your mother’s body.

“You can’t do that, Y/n.” Her voice was soft and kind.

“Why?”

She chuckles and drops her chin to your shoulder. Both of you quietly admire the rabbit. “Because you will scare it, and it will run.”

The words make little sense to you.

“But I won’t hurt it!”

Hands close around your stomach and squeeze you gently.

“Doesn’t matter. Everything is dangerous to a rabbit.”

Your eyes are caught in the creature’s stare. Fixed pupils and twitching ears as though it could hear you both. Maybe it could. The rabbit watches you, transfixed, thinking, ready to run the minute you make a move. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it took off, causing you to gasp.

“Why did it run? We didn’t go near it.” You were dismayed.

As your mother stands, she takes your gloved hand in her own and makes a non-committal sound in the back of her throat.

“It must have heard something.”

“Something dangerous?” You chirp, following in step with her.

She smiles and squeezes your hand.

“Yes, something dangerous.”

○ ○

The smell of burnt food roused you from your sleep.

In the transition from dreams to reality, you found yourself disoriented. This was not your bed, and the walls surrounding you told you it was also not your house. A dull ache bloomed between your legs and you groan as you push yourself up. Last night came back to you, and you recalled the stranger you had followed home. When your eyes adjusted to the hazy bedroom interior you brought your attention to your naked body, still raw and sex stained from the encounter before. You felt bare and vulnerable in this strange place, and shifted onto your feet to search for your clothes.

Head aching, you gather the scattered remains of your outfit and dress as you go, already rehearsing your excuse for why you slept over and that you were going to walk back to the bar to get your ride. When you composed yourself, you walk out the bedroom door and into the hall. You linger when you pass the basement, worrying yourself that this exchange would be awkward. Stepping into the kitchen and steeling yourself, you drew a breath.

“Hey,”

The kitchen was empty.

A plate with scrambled eggs, toast and very burnt sausage patties sat on the counter with a note beside it. Curious, you step closer and pick up the hand written letter.

‘Ran to get gas. Be back shortly, help yourself to whatever. Enjoy the food. – R’

Your eyes flick towards the plate again and like clockwork your stomach growled. While you weren’t hungover, your mouth was dry and that told you food and water would solve your headache. Grabbing the plate but not bothering with silverware, you bring your stuff to the tiny dining table and hurry to fill a cup with water from the sink. Finally seated, you finger eggs onto the toast and eat the lukewarm meal gratefully. Even cold, the grease from the sausage and salt from the eggs melted down your throat and eased the tension from your forehead.

After destroying your meal and polishing off two glasses of water, you felt better. Ray had left dishes in the sink which you decided to clean as a thank you – and to kill time. There was a small window that gave you a view of the backyard and dense lining of trees surrounding the property. Your eyes catch on a small shape near the edge, but it bolts before you can get a good look. Drying your hands, you jump at the sound of keys in a lock.

Now you could get the awkward part over with.

The door swings wide as Ray steps in, dawned in his leather jacket like the night before. You smile and fold your arms, feeling a tug in your loins. Beer goggles or not, Ray Harris was a handsome man. Though now in the light of day you could see his age. You knew he was older than you, but now that you could clearly see the lines etched into his skin, you realized just how significant it was. As warmth pooled in your stomach, Ray tosses his jacket on the back of a chair and kicks the door closed with the back of his boot. He catches your eyes and smirks.

“Hey kiddo, how’d you sleep?”

Tension eases off your shoulders as your cheeks go pink.

“Oh, hi- yeah, I, well, great I think,”

You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on your teacher. Ray crosses the room towards you in three strides and he slips his arm around your hips as he leans in. His mouth was on yours before you could speak again. The man tasted of mint with a hint of tobacco, which you got to taste as his tongue forces past your teeth and swipes across yours. Head spinning, you snap your hands to cup his cheeks, kissing him with equal vigor. So much for feeling awkward.

He was moving you backwards, using his larger frame to guide you until you bumped into the kitchen island. Your lips were crashing together obscenely loud, and Ray devoured your mouth like it was his last day on Earth. You cannot help the mewl that stutters in the back of your throat as your hands wander down the expanse of his torso. Breaking the kiss, Ray peppers soft pecks along your jaw and you turn your head to offer your throat. He rumbles, licking over your velvety flesh before biting down hard enough to draw a gasp.

Ray was a man possessed. His large, strong hands pawing your sides and groping your breasts by the fistful. He couldn’t get enough of you. “Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, had shit to do.” His voice is like thunder against your skin. “Woulda fucked you first thing.” He added, suddenly hoisting you up to sit on the edge of the islands top. You were reeling, your ability to form a coherent sentence long gone now that lust had made your brain blow a fuse.

All you could think of was him and how much more you needed.

You reach down and pull your dress up to your hips, exposing the soaked fabric of your panties. This prompted Ray to draw back, watching as you widen your legs to offer him everything he wanted. Those husky eyes of his taking in every inch of you like a hungry animal. A wolfish grin sprawled over his face and exposed edged, predatorial teeth as he reached down to fumble and open his belt.

“Looks like my girl wants it too.”

He effortlessly takes his cock out while simultaneously pushing your panties to the side. Ray draws in a breath, able to smell the delectable heat of your cunt from there. You blush, leaning back onto your palms to brace yourself. The older man slots between your legs and tugs you closer to the edge, your ass nearly hanging off as he guides himself against your folds. “Damn, missed this fucking cunt,” He sighs as his swollen tip nudges your tight opening. “Let’s see if it missed me.” You see a flash of teeth before Ray drives inside of you to the hilt.

A cry erupts from deep inside of you. His cock filling you to near painful degrees and the tip nudging near your cervix. Chest heaving, you lift one of your legs to drape over his shoulder as your cunt resizes around him. The dull ache from earlier long forgotten as he stretches you. Ray’s head turned to kiss your knee while his hands encompassed your hips in a grip that would certainly bruise. “That’s it.” He purred, before pulling his hips back.

You feel empty, but only for a moment before he drives himself inside a second time, then a third. Each impact jerking your body upwards, forcing loud cries to spill from your lips. The burn of the friction mixed with the head of his cock nudging dangerously close to your end had you coming undone. Ray was watching you as he rocked his hips steadily, building up his momentum gradually. You whine as he leans over you and pecks your lips, smiling impishly against them. “You like that? Splitting open on my cock?”

The lewdness makes your head turn and eyes fly shut. Your cunt betrays you as it twitches and squeezes around him, making the older man grunt in surprise. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You don’t need to see him to know he toted a smug expression. You groan as his hips begin to rabbit into you, your body bouncing rapidly now as you suddenly drop onto your back and cry out for him. One of your hands covers your face, trying to conceal how utterly fucked out you were.

Ray hunkers over you and suddenly rips the top of your dress down, exposing your tits. You shriek, canting your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as something familiar builds inside of you. He’s stoking your flame, pushing rapidly towards your peak. His hand finds purchase around your throat, squeezing hard enough to limit your air flow. Mouth gaping, you swing your hand away from your face and knock what remained on the countertop away. You’re howling, becoming an uncontrollable animal below him as he rocked viciously hard inside you. The man groans, leaning over to look at your face and admire how red you got. “T-that’s it, that’s it.” His voice came in heavy pants, becoming winded in his old age.

Nothing mattered outside this moment. Ray hammering inside you, oozing precum along your walls while you squelched noisily around him. Both of you were panting now, your body twitching and writhing while your nails sought purchase. You grab at his arm and he tightens his grip around your neck until you see spots. That was it, and within three more full body thrusts you felt him break you. A strangled scream bursts forth and you throw your head back, convulsing and shaking as you cum. Your walls bare down onto his cock, squeezing erratically and milking him for all he’s worth.

Ray was encouraging you, his own thrusts sloppy and uneven. He could feel how you tightened and nearly threatened to force him out, but he kept rocking. When he could take it no longer, he put both hands on your hips and threw his entire weight into you, trying to drive his cock further than before. Giving a choked groan, his eyes shut tightly and head fell to your breasts as he came. You could feel the twitch of his orgasm pulsing inside of you, and knew the searing warmth you felt was his cum painting your insides. Mindlessly stroking his greying hair, you relax finally as you try to catch your breath.

The two of you remained connected, breathing each other’s air and decompressing while your hearts attempted to find a normal rhythm. Ray kissed your breasts and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp softly and arch. He rumbles and pops his lips off before smiling and licking around the pert bud slowly. “T-hanks for u-uh, breakfast.” You managed to stammer, your cunt fluttering around him.

Ray sucked it back between his lips and gave a low ‘mhm’ around you, his hips lazily pushing and dragging his softened cock inside of you. Your head was spinning from all the stimulation, and your blunt nails dig into his scalp. You felt on fire, every nerve ending hyper sensitive now. After just a few moments, Ray lifts off of you and begrudgingly slides out. The emptiness that follows made you shudder, and you sit up to look at him.

“Get in the shower.”

You raise your brows, a shiver running down your spine at the intensity of his command.

“Gonna join me?” You chirp as you slip off the island. Your legs were wobbly now and you grip at him for support. Ray had put himself away before he wrapped an arm around you. He wore a smile as he leaned down and kissed into your hair. “Since you asked so nicely, sure.”

Leading you to the bathroom, Ray opened the door and flicked the switch on. It was simple, a little messy which didn’t surprise you at all. What did catch your attention was the broken mirror. You were no forensic scientist but you’d seen enough punched mirrors to know what one looked like. Catching your gaze, Ray shrugged. “Accidents happen, especially when booze is involved.” His dismissive nature was charming, and you liked how uninterested he felt about things.

“Like last night?”

He heaved a laugh as he opened the curtain and turned on the water. “Is that what you think?” His voice was an amused hum. Your eyes follow along his strong arms and admire his tattoos, before drifting down and catching his hands. The noticeable veins and bruised knuckles made you feel hot in the face. “I didn’t say that, you did.” You shrug, still smiling. When he finished setting the temperature he turned and looked down at you in thought.

“That was no accident, and if you think I regret it, I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done.”

The space between you both was tense. Eyes locked and unflinching as you stared one another down with the shower hissing in the background. Closing the distance, you pull him down by the shoulders and kiss him unlike anyone you have ever kissed before. His arms fly around you as he stumbles from your weight knocking into his. He kisses back with equal fervor, knocking your teeth together in a battle of dominance. Ray felt consumed by you, encompassed by that youthful energy you had and wanting to bury himself within it forever. His tongue rolls with yours while his lips clash. He brought one of his hands up to cup the back of your head and keep you in place.

A whimper escaped your throat as you lap at his mouth, desperate to take anything he gave. You were wet, leaking his cum down your thighs and aching for more. You’d never felt this way before, something about Ray lit fireworks off inside your belly and robbed you of common sense. When he breaks the kiss, he chuckles at the line of spit connecting you both. “Needy girl.” He wipes his mouth before kissing your forehead. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Ray, fuck I need you.” Part of you felt pathetic to beg, the other part didn’t care.

Ray smiles and touches your chin to tilt your head back and kiss you gently. “Get in the shower.”

There was a comfort in the playfulness of your rapport. Something about Ray made it easy for you to get along with him. He didn’t look at you like the younger men did. You enjoyed the way he grabbed you and kissed you, like he feared the end was coming. Smiling against his mouth, you nip at his lips and draw backwards to climb in. Water splashes your skin in a comforting, warm embrace and you sigh loudly in relief. You couldn’t recall the last time you showered – shamefully. After you rinse your hair, you steal a glance in his direction and realize he has not moved. Standing with a shoulder against the wall, Ray folded his arms over his chest and observed you in his shower.

“Like what you see?”

The man chuckles quietly and nods. “I do.” He rolled his wrist with a finger pointed. “Turn around for me.”

Heat burns your cheeks, and you laugh, doing a slow twirl for him before turning to face him again. “Not like you haven’t seen it all already.” A smile tugs on your lips, and you lean your shoulders against the cool tiled wall. Ray tilts his head before shrugging. “Well, not sober, at least,” he pauses, “Does it hurt?” His hand gestures to his throat, and you look confused.

Ray grabs his phone and opens the front facing camera to show you.

At first, you hardly recognized yourself. It had been too long since you saw your own reflection. “Jesus Christ.” You frown and tilt your chin up while looking at the camera. A band of bruised skin wrapped around your throat. As you try to recall last night, you notice the bitemarks on your shoulders and neck that you didn’t remember receiving. “God, Ray, you really know how to mark a girl.” There is some humor in your tone, but not much. You enjoyed the idea of being rough, but this seemed a little too much.

A notification pings on the top of the screen, you catch a name, Raymond, before he yanks the phone away from you and shoves it into his back pocket. “Sorry about that. I got a little over excited.” He explained, pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. “Never got to fuck someone as young n’ pretty as you.” He smirked as he winked, and your stomach went into knots. You huff a laugh and flick water at him before turning back to the stream. “Just get in here.”

He disrobes and steps in behind you. The barrel of his chest and thick stomach pressing into your back as he draws the curtain shut. Steam rises around you both, and you sigh while leaning into him. Two powerful arms slip around your stomach, and he pulls you firmly against him, his mouth pecking at your shoulder. Turning, you lean up and kiss him again under the stream of water. His lips chase yours, swallowing you whole as he nudges you up against the shower wall, your lips smacking together noisily.

You can’t help but groan as he places a hand on your breast, his thumb swiping over your pert nipple before he pinches it gently. A soft cry escapes your lips, and you arch into his touch. “Y-you’re fuckin’ killing me.” You gasp into his mouth, tasting his tongue and groaning around it. Ray smirks, pecking your lips again before pulling back.

“Not yet.”

The shower was pleasant. Ray seemed to enjoy washing your hair and admiring your body with his large, calloused hands. He even leaned down and let you lather shampoo into his own tresses, his eyes closed and expression at peace as he relished in your touch. Aside from a little squeezing here and there, Ray didn’t make another move. It had been intimate, close, enjoyable. You felt closer to him than you had before going in. After, you step out and meticulously dry your body before your hair and watch as Ray swipes his head with his own towel before wrapping it leisurely around his hips.

Ray takes you in, his eyes scoring your frame before he hums and tugs your towel away from you. “Missed a couple spots, kiddo.” As you begin to argue, Ray drops his head to your collar and licks a small bead of liquid from your skin. The strike of his hot tongue makes your breath catch in your throat, and a soft whine escapes your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He mumbles, dragging his mouth down and sucking your breast between his lips. He lathes you with his tongue, rolling over your nipple as well as the areola. Ray moans against you, popping his mouth off noisily before focusing on the other breast and repeating the process.

“God,” You sigh, your mouth open and head back as your fingers weave into his greying locks. The suction caused your thighs to press together and your hips to squirm. Pulling his head back with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop’, Ray seals his mouth over yours. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it showed. Licking into your mouth and over your teeth, he fondles your breasts before reluctantly moving backwards. “C’mon, with me.” Your head spun as he took your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. Giggling softly, you fall onto your back on the bed and look up at him through your lashes.

Lingering above you, Ray feels the blood redirect to his cock once again. Not since his youth had he been able to recover and get hard so soon. You did something to him that he could not explain. “Open up for me. Let me see you.” His voice was husky and demanding, making butterflies soar in your stomach. You hadn’t felt shy the first time you fucked but now you were quite bashful. “Don’t make me ask again, kid.” He warns, removing his towel from his waist and letting it crumble to the floor around his ankles. You squeak, then part your knees.

Watching you open for him, Ray looked down at the junction of your legs. Your soft folds, pink and glistening with slick, and your little opening, oozing his cum from earlier. Wordlessly, Ray drops to his knees and grabs your hips to tug you towards the edge of the mattress. You gasp, then shriek as his warm mouth encompasses your pussy. Giving a quick lick over your slit, Ray presses a sloppy kiss to your clit before bumping it with his nose. Sparks set off under your skin and your stomach begins to tighten. You cry for him, a hand winding into his hair once more.

“Spread yourself for me.” He rumbles, sucking another kiss to the puffy bud at the apex of your cunt. “Now.” You quickly bring your hand between your legs and use your fingers to open your folds for him. Now with your clit exposed, Ray kisses your knuckles as a thanks. “Good girl.” His tongue flicks out against the underside before he sucks his lips around it gently. You keen, your thighs trembling as you buck up towards his mouth, chasing that delectable suction. “R-ray, f-fuck.” You mewl again, chasing his mouth with your thrusts.

The man hums around you, rolling his tongue in slow circles around the bud before sucking it between his lips. Ray enjoyed your taste, your flavor, everything about you that made you unique to him. He places his hands on the back of your knees and suddenly lifts upward, forcing you to bend at the waist. Ray shakes his head against you, lapping and sucking your cunt with reckless abandon. Your sounds only spur him further, and he moans around your sopping flesh. You could feel yourself rising fast, and Ray knew it. The way your breathing shuddered, and you began to gasp uncontrollably, followed by the twitches in your muscles and the tightening of your vocal cords.

Right as you were on the edge of release, he stops. Groaning in dismay, you look down at him through hazy orbs and stare questioningly. You wanted to ask why, to scream and yell and demand he finish you off, but no words came to mind. Brain fuzzy, all you could do was watch as Ray lifted to his full height and wrapped his fist around the base of his now fully erect cock. “Such a messy little thing,” He sighs, tapping the mushroom tip of his head against your mound.

“Ray- “

“So desperate too. My girl wants to cum so bad, doesn’t she?” He continues, dragging his head through your folds and stopping when the tip bumped your swollen clit.

Your body jerks and your back lifts slightly, a frustrated whine building inside of you. You wring your hands through the blankets below and try not to let him see how much his taunting is getting you off. “Please,” You whine finally. “Please f-fuck me, I wanna cum.” The humiliation causes your face to burn red and your stomach to twist. If you weren’t still teetering on the edge of cumming, you would’ve told him to fuck off. A smile dawns on his face and he bucks his hips twice, bumping his tip against your clit again before he drags down towards your soaked opening.

“I don’t know,” He sighed. “Sounds like you’re being a bit demanding.” Ray used his thumb to spread your folds before dipping his cock inside of you. You keen, then whine once more when you realize he stopped after only giving you the tip. “Still not any better, princess?” Ray brings his hand to your pubic bone and presses down gently, before his thick thumb begins to pad your throbbing clit. When you cry out, he stops moving it but keeps the pressure applied. “Uh-oh,”

You felt strung above a cliff, unable to dive off no matter how badly you wanted to. The heat that had simmered in your stomach was now molten hot, driving you further into your frenzy. Ray was barely stretching you and already you were twitching around him, your cunt trying its best to draw him further inside. Watching you intently, Ray smiles and pets your clit with his thumb. “You feel so good around me baby girl. So hot, so tight.” He sighed and gave a half thrust, pushing his head only a centimeter in before popping it back out. You groan, shuddering at the loss of him, before whimpering as he pushes it back inside, stretching you around him once more.

Ray grunts. He wets his lips and flares his nostrils in a huff as he watches you carefully. “Ray,” you pule softly, “I’m – please, I need you, it hurts, please.” There was sincerity in your words. His thumb had kept you close to that edge for long enough, and now you were ready to fall. Ray smiles and slowly begins to push inside, stopping inch by inch just to hear you whine again. When he gets halfway, he stops. His cock stretches inside of you, the bulbous tip nudged against your g-spot and making your breathing quicken.

“Say you’re mine.”

You don’t think about it, because you don’t care.

“I’m yours, f-fuck I’m yours Ray!” You wheek again, near tears now.

When he finally relents, it’s explosive. Ray groans and sinks inside of you with a noisy plap, his stomach taking over for his thumb and pressing down on your clit. Your hands fly upwards, grasping into his wrists and holding on as the world floated around you. “Fuck,” He growls, drawing out halfway before he slams in again. He decides on a quick and hard pace. Your skin impacting noisily, and the bed frame hits the wall each time he crams completely within. You are shrieking, your cunt squelching around him obscenely loud as he drove himself deep. Mouth hanging open, you drag your nails into his arms and throw your head back, crying out and babbling for him. Nothing makes sense, nothing matters, only him.

Ray pounds inside of you like he hates you. “You belong to me,” He strains between grunts, his left hand closing around your throat. “Mine. Mine!” He snaps, leaning his weight into his thrusts now and jerking your body up the bed with each one. You are screaming now, fireworks popping behind your eyelids as your muscles tense and pleasure bursts inside of you in waves.

Clenching down around him, your cunt bears down on him as you cum. Ray follows shortly after you, bucking you through your orgasm before locking your pelvises together. He groans at the heavenly squeeze around his dick, meticulously pulling rope after rope of hot cum from him. He pants, dropping his head down and releasing your neck as he kisses you.

As he slows, you realize he’s pulling out and climbing into the bed beside you. The two of you are breathless, and he has rendered you boneless. The aftershocks of your orgasm still cause you to weakly clench and shudder, your thighs still shivering as well. Turning your body, you curl into him and kiss at what skin you can. Ray wraps his arms around you and squeezes you gently, kissing into your hair as he pants. There were a lot of things heavy on his mind now. All of them pertaining to you.

When you felt like you could speak, you lift your head and look up at him, catching him in thought. “You’re something else, Mister.” You grin, flashing your teeth playfully when you notice the corner of his mouth tugging. “Well, the same can be said about you.” Ray turns to meet your gaze, his azure orbs lidded with exhaustion. Smiling, you lean into him with what strength you have left and peck his mouth before flopping your head to his shoulder. Laying in silence, you settle yourself as your heartbeat returns to normal and your lungs settle. You lay a hand on his chest and trace invisible lines and patterns across his skin.

“Who’s Raymond?” You ask finally.

He's quiet for a moment. “My brother.”

“Oh, - wait, really?”

“Mhm.”

You were smiling, your fingers stopping in their tracks while you shift to look up at him. “Raymond and Ray? You’re joking.” Ray looks at you and his brows vex. “My father liked to fuck with us. He’d call me Raymond and him Ray, get us all confused, try to say one was the other.” Sighed the man as he pets his fingers into your hair at the base of your skull. “Pain in my ass, my brother.” You lay your head down and consider what he’s told you, finding the reveal of information to be enlightening. Humming, you close your eyes and think about what he said.

“You two close?”

Ray remained silent, his head back and eyes transfixed on the rotating ceiling fan’s blades. He sucks his teeth and licks over each one in the front before breathing a sigh. “We used to be.” The man withdrew from you and sat up, shifting himself to sit at the edge of the bed. Confused, you scoot into him and put your head to his shoulder, giving him a moment of silence. You weren’t a mind reader, but based on the quiet, heated conversation he had the other night on the phone, and how he seemed reluctant to talk about him, you could put together that his family was a sore subject.

He appreciated your touch, finding the closeness comforting. Heaving a sigh, Ray shifts his shoulders, and you lift to look at him thoughtfully. “You hungry?” He asks, rising to his feet and crossing the room to his dresser, looking for boxers. Touching your stomach, you consider before nodding. “Sure, I could eat.” Smiling, you slip off the bed and stand up. “How about you take me back into town and we go for dinner before getting my car?” You offer, looking around for the clothes you’ve left behind. Ray pauses, not looking at you before he finishes hiking up his shorts. He dresses in jeans and grabs a wrinkled, white wife-beater to throw on with it.

The tension in the quiet makes tugs your nerves. You felt awkward suddenly, like you had said the wrong thing and upset him. “Not like I’m trying to run away or anything,” you add quickly, offering a shy smile. “I just don’t wanna be a burden or overstay my welcome.” Ray glances at you and visibly relaxes. “You aren’t.” He smiles and pops a mint into his mouth, sucking on it as he thinks. “Why don’t we take my ride and go get something to eat. Grab your car and you come back here with me? Stay the weekend?” He offered, dropping the plastic wrap on the floor. A smile branches across your face, the uncertainty gone as your heart throbs.

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

You dress yourself in old clothes and slip into your shoes. Ray grabs you as you both walk towards the front door, laughing. He dodges your swatting hands and grins as he slaps your ass before opening the door for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had fun like this. No strings attached, just two people enjoying each other’s company and having a great time. Ray locks the door behind you, and you bounce down the front steps and into the grass, your eyes flicking to the tree line again as he starts for his car.

Standing near the bushes, you could make out a vaguely familiar shape. Once your eyes come to focus, you gasp quietly as you realize it’s a lovely little white rabbit. Its ears twitch as it notices you. You both watch one another before it suddenly vanishes into the underbrush. Smiling brightly, you turn your head and walk towards the passenger side of Ray’s car. When you climb in, you grunt and pull the door closed as he’s turning on the engine.

“You get a lot of rabbits out here?” You ask, adjusting the air vents on your side.

Ray looks at you as you buckle up, and he sucks the mint in thought. “Not anymore,” He leans back and checks the rearview as the car begins to reverse. You look at him again and push your hand through your hair. “What do you mean?” You chirp, unable to resist the urge to ask. As Ray backs you both onto the dirt road and gets you going in the right direction, he sighs and reaches for the radio.

“Wolves got ‘em.”

[timaeuslover001]

Hoartio Caine Headcanon

Horatio looks more like his father, a fact he hates very much, while brother actually looks like neither of them but might be a distant relative neither have not met since both parent were immigrants.

Ray has his father's head shape and body shape, Horatio has his mother head shape, but his father's features, Hair and eye color.

His brother Raymond was 6'2 with dar red/brown hair.

His father was 6'7 and "built like a tree" , he had to duck in most door ways, even in their home

[misswarmnights]

Everybody Loves Raymond (Tickle Headcanons)

Ray: Ray is ticklish but very shy about it. His most ticklish spot would be the soles of his feet. That is the reason why we almost never see him barefoot on the show. It’s true that on the show, Ray is almost always wearing socks, slippers, or shoes. He even wears socks to bed sometimes. Why? Obviously because he is afraid of getting his feet tickled! Robert used to tickle torture his feet when they were children. Debra is actually unaware of how ticklish Ray’s feet are, and Ray hopes to keep it a secret from her. He also has a ticklish neck. Ray definitely prefers to tickle rather than to be tickled. His main target is Debra, but he likes to play tickle monster with the kids as well.

Debra: Debra is extremely ticklish (a fact made known on the show) and she is often tickled by Ray. She doesn’t usually tickle him back because she’s not into it as much as Ray is. She does enjoy being tickled but only when she is in the right mood. Sometimes, if she is in a bad mood, Ray will tickle her in an attempt to cheer her up. Sometimes it works, but other times it just annoys her. Debra’s most ticklish spots would be her armpits, ribs, stomach, and feet.

Robert: Robert is very ticklish (this fact is revealed on an episode of the show). His most ticklish spot would be his stomach especially in and around his belly button. He enjoys being tickled when he is in the right mood. He often plays tickle monster with his niece Ally and nephews Michael and Geoffrey. The kids love it when their sweet Uncle Robert playfully tickles them. He greatly enjoys tickling Amy during their intimate moments together and he always wishes that she would tickle him back, but she doesn’t always get him back. Sometimes Robert will ask her to tickle his tummy which Amy finds precious and will oblige. His deep, booming laugh is totally cute and Amy loves it.

Amy: Amy is most ticklish on her sides, which Robert discovered and was more than happy to take advantage of. She is shy about being tickled and a little embarrassed by her laugh, but Robert assures Amy that her laugh is adorable. As a child, Amy was tickled by her big brother who was playful but always gentle with her.

Frank: Frank is not ticklish and doesn’t have much interest in it. However, he does have a soft side and did occasionally tickle Robert and Ray back when they were young children. He still tickles Marie from time to time.

Marie: Marie isn’t super ticklish, but she is ticklish enough to squirm and giggle a bit. Frank will tickle her during times when he is being frisky and flirty. She used to tickle Ray and Robert all the time back when they were kids. From playing ‘this little piggy’ with their toes to blowing raspberries on their tummies. Eventually, the boys got old enough to the point where they didn’t want to be tickled by their mom anymore, but Marie still treasures those beautiful memories in her heart.

[stanfordsenbyhusband]

So i saw someone say that Ray is AuDHD and honestly I can definitely see that which also I relate to Ray quite a bit and I suspect that I have ADHD and I know for a fact I have autism so yeah that's something

[multishipper-baby]

Thinking about soulmate AUs for my OCs because I'm in a romantic mood rn

[wayward-persephone]

WAIT omg i... had some thots about ray/albert that would not leave me alone so i just have to share (idk which of the two is more fitting for this scenario). cant remember if i've sent this already so sorry if i did lol

Imagine you're gathering around with some family friends for a dinner or smtg and make eye contact with him. It's the first time you see each other and omg if he isnt the daddiest most dilfiest thang ever. He's sitting opposite you and your legs bump under the table (😳), you catch him eyeying your and he gives you that small lopsided smirk.

Then after when you're just wandering around mingling with the guests he comes to talk to you and omg the height difference makes you eye level with his chest?? You also see his rings and the veins in his arms and wonder what his fingers feel lik-

Aaaand thats it thats my new daydream scenario feel free to expand more😫🥵

Could absolutely be used with Ray (Albert doesn't seem the type to have friends lol)

Ray definitely has the personality to pull off something like this 😌👌

[hotdamnhunnam]

hey babes- i want your headcanon on something, if you’re down?

INCOMING-

I was thinking about what Charlie’s like in bed (as one does), and thought- I wonder if he’s into women being vocal? Like is it a passing thought? Or does he actively try to pull every sound out of you that he can?

And what about jax? And Will? AND Raymond?! I imagine there’s a common thread among them, but also, what would they each have a particularly soft spot for?

I would love to hear your thoughts!!!

Ohhh girl I am so down!!! 🙂‍↕️

I feel like Charlie is definitely into his woman being vocal when he takes her to pound town!! That man is NOT fucking around 🙂‍↔️ (or maybe he is, but you know what I mean by this 😆)

He’s so expressive and in tune with his emotions and I think he carries that into the bedroom too, and craves the same from you… whether it’s moans and groans and grunts, or using words to praise the ways he fills your cunt… damn he enjoys you showing him and telling him just how divine it feels when he destroys you with his cock because it’s everything that you could ever want.

And there is no doubt in my mind that the above applies to every one of his characters too!!! Sooooo since you asked about a few…

………………………………

Jax

He has a particular kink, for ravaging you so good that you can’t form words or even fucking think. And then because he’s such an evil pussy-killer bastard he will taunt you as he breaks your brain and takes it past the brink — he’ll be all use your words, darlin’ when he knows full well that you’re physically incapable of such a thing. You’ll whine and whimper like a nasty little whore, and that’s exactly what he lives for, and the worst best part is that he’ll make you say you’re sorry for being such a stupid cockslut who can’t even take an order from your fucking sex god king.

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Will

The captain has a kink for control. Not only for the way that he so completely controls your whole body and soul and all three of your holes — but more importantly for self-control. Restraint and discipline and mastery of basic human instincts. These are his biggest kinks. He’s mastered this himself and thinks it’s critical that you master it too, especially because it’s dangerous how you have no limits when it cums to all the kinky shit you’d let your captain do. So all the while as he’s wrecking you he wants you to be self-aware and careful and vocal. The signals don’t have to be verbal but they do have to be clear, straight from your lips to his ear, so that he always knows just when you’re ready for him to take things to the next level of making you his personal fuckhole.

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Ray

This bearded, bespectacled, revered and respectable gentleman is nothing if not nonchalant. Once you’re his woman he’ll most likely be reluctant in the bedroom to admit that there are certain things he really really wants. Does his debonair dick get rock hard when you scream like a mad bitch in heat as he rails your wet cunt? When you pornographically beg him to cum in that cunt do those words make him burst at his buttoned-up seams all at once? Yes and yes. But he’ll never confess. So sometimes when you need him and desperately plead him for sex he’ll just stand there and stay fully dressed, keep on casually sipping his tea and say feel free to talk. Thankfully it will be plain to see how turned on he is once you get down on your knees for his cock.

………………………………

And that’s all really! lol thanks for the ask bb 😘

[mandowifey]

Right Place, Right Time Ch 2

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader Chapter three

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Oral (M and F receiving), Fingering, Dark vibes, age gap, (1) use of the word daddy, mentions of fears, ominous undertones, very light bondage, creampie, doggy style, rough sex, pregnancy mentions.

Notes: I wasn't expecting to make a chapter two, so I took some liberties. Please note this is technically an AU, since the movie doesn't show us what happens with Ray afterward. I'm trying something new here. I hope everyone likes it!

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The ride to Ray’s place was filled with some light fondling and heated kisses at red lights. He simply could not keep himself away from you. Your youth and your beauty, every aspect called to him. It hadn’t taken long to become fully intoxicated off you. His place was only twenty minutes away, but he drove slow with the intent of dragging out the luxurious sensation of your mouth on him. Not since his youth was Ray able to recover so quickly, something about you had him on fire.

Some women were not keen on taking care of men while they drove. Many times, he’d popped the question only to get an offended look afterwards, as though the request itself was completely outlandish. However, Ray didn’t even have to ask you. Twenty feet from the bar with his blinker on, you had leaned over and started opening his belt with a laugh that made his cock hard. He’d jokingly asked you what you were doing and you had said; ‘Eyes on the road, Mister.’ Before Ray had time to open his mouth, you had encompassed his tip between your lips and took off.

Fingers curled into your hair, blunt nails dug against your scalp and burned as he let out a hollow groan. Your mouth swallowed him to his base eagerly, sucking and lapping as though you were starved. In a way, you were. You craved him much like he craved you. Which was why you worked his cock like your life depended on it. Ray reels with the sensations and cannot do much but cant his hips into your warmth.

This wasn’t something you did often.

In fact, you couldn’t recall doing it at all. Something about Ray called to you and stoked a fire in your spirit. There was a pressing urge to impress him and get his approval. You desperately felt the need to make him like you.

Each suck, lick and drag of your lips along his girth pulled a groan out of him. Your head tilted and watched as Ray struggled to keep his focus on the road. It was killing him not to pull over and fuck your throat raw. You felt pressure on your skull, and he pushed you down to bury his dick down your throat. Willingly obliging, you focus on your breathing to try and allow him to sink all the way into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, fuck you’re so fucking perfect.” Each word sounding more breathless than the last.

Taking his praise as a good sign, you rumble and bounce your head along him quickly. The tip of his length brushed down your throat and caused you to gag, which only served to rile the older man further. You could hear him sigh out a ‘yes’ or ‘fuck’ following your gagging. You could taste the salt of his pre cum dribbling across your tongue. His cock was throbbing in your mouth and you knew he was close.

Focusing on the road was becoming too difficult. Every time he tried to ground himself on the lines or the lights, your mouth completely undid him. His chest heaved and he wet his lips, struggling as he bucked down your throat. Ray could feel himself falling apart, chasing that desperate release. He wanted to cum in this young woman’s mouth more than he wanted to breathe.

“S-such a good girl, f-fuck. Fuck -ghn you wanna s-swallow my cum bad, don’t you?”

A tremor rocked you to your core, warmth pooled in your stomach and soaked your heat. It took every ounce of your own strength not to pull him out of your mouth and climb onto his lap. You had one mission now and had to focus – though that did not stop you from sliding your hand under your stomach and up your skirt. Your fingers pushing and rubbing over your dripping panties, which were soiled by the mix of fluids from your earlier rendezvous in the bathroom.

The sound of you whimpering around his fat cock made him give a boyish groan. His stomach knotted, his chest heaved and he stammered out encouraging words. ‘Good girl’, ‘Don’t stop’, ‘Here it comes’, ‘Fuck’. Ray nearly slammed the gas peddle as he rocked his hips up while pulling your head down. You had lost focus and resolve with touching yourself, your mind only concerned about Ray. You were able to feel the throbbing of his massive cock in your mouth as he came.

Hot ropes of cum spilled down your throat, his grasp locking you in place so the only thing you could do was swallow. You wouldn’t dare waste a drop of his seed, not like Ray would allow for that. Your eyes closed as the muscles in your throat bobbed and constricted, drinking down every spurt he gave.

He was impressed.

Ray was swimming, his eyes unfocused and breath shuddering at the wash of relief. “S-shit, shit.” He murmured, having to recover quickly to regain control of the vehicle. Both of you were considerably lucky the roads were quiet this time of evening, he’d drifted across the lines a few times now. Righting the car in the correct lane, he glanced in the rear-view to make sure you weren’t being pulled over.

A hand caressed through your soft tresses, encouraging you to pull off. With a cocky drag of your lips and a noisy ‘pop’, you sat back in your seat and giggled with a flash of teeth. Ray held the wheel in one hand and tucked his dick away with the other.

“God damn kid, you’re something.”

You smile, eyes twinkling at the praise. The next words come easy;

“I’m glad you liked it, daddy.”

A shiver of taboo delight rattled down Harris’ spine. It was a silent nod to your age gap and quite possibly experience difference as well. Ray wasn’t a novice, and he had years, quite possibly decades on you. The idea of being an older man in your life, teaching you and ruining you… it made his cock twitch again.

“You like fucking old men?” He remarked, beryl eyes hazy from orgasm as he stared at the road.

You laughed.

“Only the cute ones.”

Something burned in Ray’s face and his heart throbbed. Women hit on him so often he tended to ignore it. Typically, he saw it as shallow attempts to garner his favor. But you already had his attention, so why bother with compliments now? It implied sincerity, which was strange to him. Why would a girl like you ever bother with him? Still, he knuckled the steering wheel and fought back the urge to smirk at your remark.

“So you live in a place out in the woods, no neighbors, no pets…” Your seat-belt clicked as you got comfortable. “If you were a serial killer I would reckon you’d have gone for a drunk girl, makes it easier to dupe me.” Your finger taps your chin.

That made him look. The sudden statement and nonchalant manner in which you spoke about it was startling. Maybe a different mam would’ve been offended, but not Ray. He had a calm smirk resting on his otherwise neutral face.

“Christ, that’s a little fucking morbid.”

Laughing, Ray felt himself grin and stole a glance at you before he kept going.

“You didn’t need duping. One taste of me had you hooked. I didn’t even have to ask twice to get you in my car.” He smirked as his right hand rested on your knee. “Yes Ray, I’d love to tag along with you!” His voice raised an octave and adopted a mock-feminine tone.

“Well shit! Guess I didn’t think about that. I’m an easy victim then huh?” At the touch, your body warms and legs part for him. His hand felt huge and warm against your yielding flesh.

Ray chuckled again, sliding his palm along your thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from between your legs and wondered just how much of his cum you’d already leaked. He hears you sigh softly as he cups over your pussy, his hand against your covered warmth. The wet spot was practically a puddle now from a combination of your fluids. His cock twitched again with sick pride.

“And now that I have you where I want you, kiddo, I gotta decide what I wanna do with you.”

You mewl as he rubs languidly over your cunt and can’t help but give soft bucks against his hand. Your clit was swollen, aching to feel him again. Sucking him off had you so turned on it nearly hurt, and this playful back and forth stoked your darkest fantasies.

“Hah…” You attempted to laugh but only hot air could escape your mouth. While Ray had made you cum only a short while before, you were rearing and ready for more. There was a building tension in your abdomen that grew and coiled up your vertebrae as his heel struck exactly where you needed it most. While you tried to remain steadfast and resist him, your body betrayed you. Whimpers pushed deep from your diaphragm, nearly choking you as you cant into his smoothing hand.

“What was that, princess?” Ray was feeling cocky now.

His hand pressed expertly over your weeping pussy, pushing harder against your underwear as you messily bucked up against him, chasing the friction. He found the undone, messy sight of you pleasing.

“Where’d all that sass go, hmm?” He flicked on the blinker and turned left onto a dirt path. Up ahead, a dark cabin styled home with only a porch light sat waiting. It was almost textbook; A dark house in the woods. No neighbors to hear when the screaming starts. But you weren’t thinking of that, self preservation was the furthest thought on your mind.

You bite your tongue in a feeble attempt to stop yourself, but you cannot suppress the whimper that rattles your throat. Ray stole a look and chuckled. “Poor thing.” His hand palmed you harder, occasionally dragging up to press two digits against your crease and fondle your poor, neglected clit. Even with underwear in his way, the touch had you mewling for him.

“R-ray-“you gasp, chest heaving as you twitch and rut your hips.

The car rumbled to a stop and you nearly sobbed as his hand withdrew to put the car in park. Ray looked over to take you in; legs spread, dress up your hips and your eyes lidded with a flushed face that looked very fuckable. His tongue pushes against his teeth as he sucks a breath.

“Think you can make it in the house?”

There could not have been a bigger shit-eating grin on his face, charmingly displaying his uneven teeth.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to slap him or kiss him.

“If you do not make me cum right now you will be the one not making it into the house.” It sounded more threatening in your head, but the desperation had you whimpering each word.

Ray unbuckled himself with a snort and climbed out. The slam of his door made you jerk and start to close your legs. Suddenly you were worried that you may have said the wrong thing and offended the older man. Perhaps-

Your door swung open.

Jumping, you started to apologize as Ray reached over you to unbuckle your belt. “Look if that was- “

His hands grabbed your legs and you were turned sideways in the car seat. Gasping, you can only watch as he slots his upper body between your legs and kisses your navel. Large palms find the back of your knees and you felt air leaving your lungs as he pushes them up towards your chest. You could feel the fabric of your underwear tug to the side. The cold night air against your burning pussy made you whimper. You felt exposed, vulnerable. He had you where he wanted you, and there would be no fighting him off.

“Such a fucking mess.”

His voice was like thunder, you had a hand behind you on the seat to keep you upright as the older man folded you and made his way down to your needy cunt. You couldn’t do much but watch as those azure eyes stole a glance up at you before he kissed the peak of your crease. His cool lips against your heat made you pule pitifully. He was torturing you.

“You like that, Y/N? Such a needy little brat, letting an old fuck like me eat your pussy.”

Ray was in the moment. He didn’t care that he was old, but he did care that he was twice your age and old enough to be a friend of your father’s. It gave him a sense of dominion and authority over you, you belonged to him now and he’d make sure you remembered your place.

Fog clouded your thoughts when he spoke like that. It was a sick but delightful truth; you liked it. Before your mind could catch up with your mouth, you shriek at the feeling of a hot, flat tongue gliding up your folds. You could hear him chuckle into you, the faint vibrations making you twitch and keen. Ray applies more pressure to your legs, your knees now inches away from your chest. Air became tight, heat spread over your face and suddenly the world was spinning.

The man ate you like he was starved.

His lips sucked obscenely loud against your cunt, his tongue fucking into your tight hole before it swept over the swollen bud hidden in your crease. You were helpless, crying out and near sobbing at how relentless Ray touched you. The rubbing earlier had you close and now you feared you were already edging over.

Ray must have sensed it; his lips sucked around your clit and pulled another salacious cry from your throat. Your thighs trembled, your mouth agape as you heaved shallow breaths, attempting to hold on.

Then he stopped.

It felt purely cruel especially with your release being right there.

“Awh, we’re you gonna cum, princess?”

He was mocking you – the smug bastard.

“Y-you f-fucking- “

His tongue pushes your clit so hard and so suddenly the words die on your tongue.

“You wanna cum all over this old man’s mouth?”

You simply could not respond. Hearing him laugh again made you blush, you swore to yourself you’d remember this moment for later.

Ray was satisfied that he’d rendered you wordless. You were putty in his hands, poor thing. There was a deep pride in seeing your young, leaking cunt so desperate and wanting for him, because he and he alone had done this to you. Reveling in the moment, Ray smiled and leaned to kiss the soft flesh of your trembling thigh. Maybe you had learned your lesson; to watch your fucking tone.

Sucking your clit into his lips, he began to push his tongue in rhythmic taps against the hooded bud as a hand left your leg. You mewl and cry out at the prod of his thick fingers. Two digits slip inside of you with little resistance and he groans around you at the hot squeeze of your needy cunt. His fingers felt huge inside of you, stretching you tight opening effortlessly. Fucking them knuckle deep, Ray curled his digits and began to feverishly pump them into you, while maintaining a strong suction around your engorged button.

The stimulation all became too much. Your body was falling apart, a wave of pure bliss washes through you and makes you see white. A wailing cry bursts from deep within you and your hips buck off the seat, hungrily rocking yourself against his mouth and fingers as your walls clamp down around him. Your clit throbs, your body leaks, and his digits withdraw so he could hungrily lap at you through your release. Little lights dance behind your eyelids as your body quivers with its orgasm. Aware now that he was drinking from you, you bring a hand to grip at his head and gasp for air.

“Fucking hell- “You began, then realize he was still sucking your clit. “R-ray! T-too much!”

Ray gave a few more kitten licks before pushing his head and kissing over your mound and up your stomach. The tickle of his facial hair brought you to giggle and squirm, your soft hands grabbing at his face. Lifting your own head, you meet his eyes and the both of you smile at each other. He looked drunk, and since he hadn’t drunk anything at the bar, you knew he was intoxicated off you. Gently, you wipe your fluids off his mouth with the back of your hand, causing Ray to chuckle and press kisses at your skin.

“Ready to meet your fate?” He pulled off of you and took your hand to help sit you up.

“Oh no, please don’t hurt me Mr. Killer, I’m a good girl, I promise.”

You both laugh.

With a shove, you land on your feet outside of the truck and take a moment to fix your underwear and dress. You realize now that your legs were weak and boneless like jelly. Ray must have noticed the wobbly knees because he wore a prideful smirk.

“Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, princess.”

The house was charming. You weren’t expecting much from a single, older man so as long as there wasn’t BDSM gear on the walls you were fairly pleased. A quick look around told you a lot about Ray; modern, laid back with minimum interest in decorating or hobbies. It was a simple home that you figured he had lived in for some time.

Ray closed the door behind you and took his jacket off before tossing it onto the back of a chair.

“Coffee? Soda?” He brushed your arm as he walked to the kitchen.

The man may have been old enough to have fathered you, but he had an impressively healthy build. Broad shoulders with strong, lightly toned biceps - arms of a hard worker, you thought. His pectorals were prominent and his midsection thick, with some paunch to his stomach that you found irresistible. Now was the first time you noticed his tattoos. A smirk tugs your lips as you approach the island and lean against it.

“Coffee works.”

He was stalling, he’d offer you food if he had anything readily available in the fridge. Ray was aware your eyes were on his back and he made an effort not to turn and look. The man had women over before, but not women like you. It was utterly bizarre to him that you’d give him the time of day – or in your case,  night. That still didn’t change the fact his body was no longer young, and he needed time before he’d be able to show you why he really brought you here.

“Cozy place, doesn’t really give me any killer vibes, though.”

Putting the filter in, Ray chuckles as he turns the old device on. Most folks had the new fancy machines that needed pods or whatever to make your coffee, but he liked it the old fashioned way. The smell became stronger as the brewing began. Now that it was started, he turned and leaned back against the counter.

“Wait until you see my basement.”

You laugh again, feeling at ease with him. From a young age you were raised with the cautionary tales that mothers always imparted on their daughters; do not trust strangers, especially men. But you threw that caution to the side the minute you decided to get into that car with Ray, and now he had you here. Both of you pretending got your heart slamming; it was sort of hot. Or perhaps that was a fear response, sexualizing a very real trauma so you didn’t have to be afraid.

Who knows.

“Oh, you’re a basement kind of man? Let me guess, mattress, dirty walls…” You suck your teeth and pretend to think about it. “Freaky mask, anger issues?”

He smirks.

Ray took a step towards you and placed his hands down onto the island top, those cerulean eyes catching yours as he spread his fingers open and leaned his weight into his arms.

“You sound a little excited about that, is there something you wanna tell me, kid?”

Your breath catches as his expression intensifies. His brow settled low, casting his eyes in darkness, emphasizing the bags below them. The hollow shape of his cheeks were enunciated by the angle, while the corner of his mouth tugged to form a lopsided smirk. He likes it too.

Still, your cheeks redden, and you felt coy under Ray’s pointed stare. The tension between you both shattered at the sound of some generic ringtone blaring from his discarded jacket. Your eyes flutter and head turns towards the chair. Ray followed your look, feeling the break between you. Cursing under his breath, he walks towards his jacket and digs out his phone.

‘(4) MISSED CALLS’

“The fuck?”

Unlocking the screen, he makes a face at the sight of the four individual attempts his brother had made to contact him that evening. There were 20 messages in his inbox which he could only assume were from his anxious sibling trying to reach out to him. Ray remembered suddenly that he had promised to tell Raymond once he’d made it home.

Shit.

“Everything okay?” You walked around the island towards the coffee maker, going to pour your own cup while he was preoccupied.

Ray jerks a look in your direction before he typed on his phone. “Yeah, got to make a call. Mugs are in the cabinet to your left; milk n shit is in the fridge.” His words were hasty, as he pressed the phone to his ear and crossed the room to the front door, before he vanished outside.

Alone now, you allow your mind to wander.

What had been that look he gave you?

You open the fridge, finding the milk amongst old Chinese take out boxes and some fruit that looked a little worse for wear. You check the date before pouring some into your coffee. You’re really here, in this man’s home. He’s a stranger, what if-

No.

You refused to allow your thoughts to go down that path.

 Ray was forth coming and not some estranged weirdo picking up girls off the highway. No, just taking girls from bars. You frown. I approached him, he asked me if I wanted to go with him, not the other way around and – I said yes. Like an idiot. Putting a cap on the milk and returning it to the fridge, you search for sugar next.

As your mother had taught you, you went through a mental checklist and realized just how screwed you were. No one knew you were there; no one knew you went to that bar. If you didn’t turn up back home, not a single soul would realize until weeks later. You weren’t the most popular woman on Earth, you had a few online friends who might realize you hadn’t been around in a while – otherwise, you were fucked.

Dread was starting to pool in your stomach now, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. What if? Your lips press together and you realize you’re no longer thirsty. As you dump the coffee down the sink, you strain to listen to the muffled voice coming from outside. You were trying to find anything discernible. Unease made your chest tighten as you abandoned the empty mug and walk towards the front door.

Stop it.

You linger beside the door and listen.

“Why does it matter?”

A pause.

“I don’t have to answer to you, period. You know I’m home and you know I’m sober and alive. That’s all you need. Dad just died, remember? Not lookin’ for another one.”

It was someone who worried about him. He hadn’t mentioned family, in fact you realized now he hadn’t told you a single thing aside from his name and that he was sober – and now that his father had died. This was exactly what your mother warned you about.

You began to attempt to calm yourself by rationalizing. Maybe you were the one wrong, this older man hadn’t given you a single red flag yet and you had already over thought yourself into a mild panic. Ray had given you a choice after you were the one who approached him. There was no danger here, you both simply wanted the same thing; each other.

The door began to open and you lunge to the chair and sit, trying to act like you hadn’t been listening in. Ray steps inside and snaps the door closed so hard it makes you jump. Hearing the lock click into place, you became aware of your pounding heart.

“Was that your secret wife?” You jaunt, trying to lighten the mood.

His head turns to you, and he snorts. “Why? You jealous?”

Your eyes narrow and you can feel the nerves ebbing away as the handsome older man smiles at you. He must have known you were really worried, because he closed the distance between you both and leaned over you.

“It was my brother.”

Ray’s voice is like rumbling thunder deep inside his chest. You feel a familiar heat and graze your lip with your teeth. His mouth found yours, and he stole your breath away. Kissing him back, you flick your tongue against his mouth and he returns the gesture with a lick of his own. The two of you open your mouths, rolling your tongues together and panting in between. It was loud, the sounds of your smacking lips and sharp breaths brought goosebumps to your arms.

He kissed you like he needed you. His mouth hungrily swallowing yours in frantic, desperate movements, hardly giving you any time to breathe. You returned what you could, kissing him feverishly and whimpering into his mouth. All those fears and concerns from earlier felt so silly now. Ray was a good soul; you could feel it.

“You didn’t drink your coffee?”

Eyes fluttering open, you meet Ray’s curious look with your own confused one.

“Huh?”

“I can’t taste it on you.” He smirks, then pecks your lips.

Your cheeks burn pink, and you feel knocked stupid. It never occurred to you that it was strange he asked that, or why he’d check to begin with. You simply laugh and lean to try and kiss him again, which he obliges and presses your mouths together in one long, wet smack.

“Decided I didn’t need it. I have too much energy of my own right now.” Your voice was playful, flirty. There was a blushing girlishness bubbling inside of you. Something about Ray just appealed to you on so many different levels. There was a deep mystery about him, those eyes of his had seen things, maybe his hands had even done unspeakable things. You shiver, feeling yourself grow warm.

“What a waste.” He sighs remorsefully, then presses a kiss to your forehead.

A giggle pulls from your throat and your eyes relax shut. There was a warm, encompassing feeling of being safe here with him. He exuded a type of disarming calm and charm that had you fully entranced. You feel him shift away and your eyes open again, watching as Ray walked back to the kitchen. Quick onto your feet, you follow.

“So, you fuck me in a bathroom and bring me back here to…?” There was an almost desperate need to know. He’d eaten you out in his truck, but the moment you get inside he offers you coffee?

Ray looks down at you and smiles in a way that pulls your heart to a stop.

“To have you all to myself.”

Smiling back at him, you tilt your head and lean against the island.

“Because I’m so irresistible, right?” You both laugh.

“But seriously, why haven’t you taken me into your bedroom?”

Picking up on your disappointment, Ray moved close to you and took your arm. His strong hand clasped near your elbow in a grip that was surprisingly strong. You gasp, then laugh as you realize he’s dragging you down the hall. As you pass by a door near the kitchen, you grin.

That must be the basement, you think with amusement.

“So impatient. Don’t you know old men need time to recover?” His boot connects with the bedroom door and he turns to grab you around the hips, drawing out a surprised squeal from you.

“S-sorry Ray, you’re just so-“

He takes you off your feet.

With an impressive show of strength, you were thrown into the messy bed on your back. Bouncing from impact, you erupt with excited giggles. Ray looked down at you like a predator who finally cornered his prey. His pupils were nearly covering his irises now, the shadows under them making them look nearly black.

“Take your dress off.” One hand moves to open his belt and rip it out of the loops.

The visual of it alone makes your already sopping cunt clench around nothing. Quickly, you shift on the bed and do away with your dress and shoes. Without needing to be asked, you take off your bra and toss it to the floor in a pile, leaving you bare aside from your ruined panties. Ray breathes in, his fingers working to unbutton his pants. You can see now the straining outline of his cock trapped within.

“Roll over.”

Taken aback from the intense demand, you look up at Ray as he steps closer to the bed. A burning heat covers your cheeks and you roll onto your stomach before drawing your knees up and apart to present yourself to him. You can feel his eyes all over you, especially between your legs. Your face pushes into your arms and you give a soft whine, suddenly quite shy.

A hand touches your back and smoothed along your spine to your ass, making you purr. His fingers curl into the waist of your underwear and he tugs them down just enough to expose your dripping heat. Ray uses both thumbs to spread you wide, displaying your tight, needy opening to him. You whimper and squirm under his stare, embarrassed to the core knowing he was looking directly into you.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Pulled from your shy haze, you shift your body obediently and bring your arms behind you. You weren’t thinking clearly, the haze of lust had you acting compliant and stupid. This new position forced you to lean forward into the mattress and balance on your head and shoulders. You feel something cold wrapping around your wrists and realize quickly that he’s tying your hands together with his belt, rendering you at his mercy.

“Good girl.”

Satisfied with his work, Ray leaned back and admired you. Such a helpless, beautiful girl. So willing to trust a stranger and follow him home. There were things he wanted to do to you that frightened him. Some unopened, tucked away compartment of his mind had come loose during that funeral and the time proceeding. Ray found it difficult to discern what he really felt and what oozed out of that dark place inside of him. But seeing you, tied up and bare for him tugged at the chain of his self restraint.

You squirm and whine, the silence and lack of touching unnerved you. What could he possibly be thinking about?

“Ray?”

Pulled from his thoughts, Ray stepped out of his boots and climbed onto the bed behind you. His pants pooled down his thighs as he grabbed your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. His teeth score his lip as he slid against your heat, striking your clit and making you whimper. You mumble another plea and he nudged the blunt tip of his cock against your opening.

With you so wet, sliding inside took little effort. Your hot walls encompassed him, sucking him relentlessly to draw him further in. You groan, able to feel the burning stretch as he pushed deeper. Then he snapped his hips to yours, stuffing you full so abruptly it made you shriek and jerk forward. This time was different, you both were able to indulge in being loud, messy, sloppy.

Behind you, a low groan escapes his throat. The sound sending a shiver down your spine, making your walls twitch around him. Ray stills, and you whimper. Was he trying to torture you? You feel a hand curl into the belt around your wrists, before he starts fucking you at a punishing pace.

The slap of your bodies is obscene. You cry out unabashedly as Ray thrusts within you almost expertly. The drive of his cock going straight through your gummy walls and against the puckered hole at your end makes you sob and choke. You’re so full of him you can hardly think straight. Ray is focused, using his grip on your binds to help tear you backwards to meet his thrusts. His blue eyes are cast downward, watching as the fat girth of his cock stuffs and stretches you brutally.

“Such a good- grunt -girl. Look at you. Like you were ghh, fuck made for me.”

Your face burns, and you cry out for him. At this rate, you aren’t going to last, and he knows it. Suddenly, you feel his soft stomach on your lower back as he leans over you. A hand comes into your view, Ray was bracing himself against the mattress. The tighter position let you feel him, all of him. Sweat beaded on your skin as Ray rocks within you, his own noises deep and loud. He’s mumbling praises, telling you how good you are.

With a particularly focused thrust, Ray slams inside your cunt with a ferocity that had spots behind your eyes. The world went hot and you were ascending again. A scream chokes out of you, hardly able to fill your lungs from how hard he bore down on you. Your walls clench, tremble and flutter around his cock, squeezing and milking him desperately. Ray could feel you tense, your garbled cry and cum covering his cock nudged him over.

Bucking firmly and growling, Ray lets his weight fall nearly fully onto you. Another groan escaped his lips as he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside your warmth, coating your innards in spurts. You gasp for air, feeling his spill settling deep inside of you. His hips pin you in place, making you feel stuffed to capacity and more.

“R-ray I can’t- “

The weight lifts off you and he moves. Without pulling out, Ray unties your arms and adjusts you both so you’re laying side by side in his arms. Now able to breathe, you close your eyes and smile, leaning back into his grip. Even with his cock softening inside of you, you feel full.

There was more you wanted to say. You wanted to know about a shower, maybe even a ride home. It wasn’t safe to spend the night in a stranger’s house, you knew better. But the amount of sex between the bar and now had you exhausted and spent. No force on Earth could convince you to try and get out of bed. Not with those strong arms around you and that limp cock nestled in your core with his soft panting into your hair.

You don’t worry about a thing at all, and you drift asleep effortlessly against him. Ray watches you fade away, breathing in your scent and petting your stomach – he was thinking about his cum inside you, hoping for his seed to quicken. It was a sick desire, but a child would tie you to him forever. He presses kisses to your hair, his beryl eyes closing as you fell asleep.

So trusting, he thinks, finding himself relaxing further now that you were out.

So naïve.

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Cock headcanon part 1

Headcanon created with @mrkdvidal1989

Lenny Miller: Pink tip and top half of it, curved upwards, longer than normal but average girth, fully shaved package, circumcised, shower

Jonathan Crane: Average length and girth but bigger tip, 5.9 inches, completely pale, way more veiny than usually, dark thick hair, uncircumcised, shower

Davin McDerby: Slightly bigger and longer than usual, 6 inches, not very veiny, uncircumcised, freckled, a little hairy, grower

Robert Fischer: Average length but thick, 5.5 inches, light pink colour all over, fully shaved, circumcised, grower

Tommy Shelby: Really thick and longer than average, 7 inches, light brownish colour, veiny, short and groomed hair, probably circumcised, shower

Shivering Soldier: curved upwards, average length, 5.7 inches, bit thicker than average, hairy, not well groomed, uncircumcised, dark pink and big tip, shower

Jonathan Breech: straight, longer than average length, 7 inches, average girth, completely pale, pinkish, grower, darker balls than dick, groomed but hairy

Jackson Rippner: Curved to the left, large in both ways, whooping 7.5 inches, a bit darker than the rest of his body, shower, circumcised, some hair left above it but groomed

Raymond Leon: much longer than typically but average girth, 7 inches, shaved fully, completely pale with a couple freckles, bigger tip, shower, uncircumcised, straight with no curves, veiny even soft

William Killick: Curved to the right, average length and thicker than normal, 6 inches, pretty hairy, he tries to keep it groomed but he doesn’t have time all the time

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These are so sweet and wonderful! 🥰

New Year's Kiss.

Masterlist of this series

Comments/Notes/Housekeeping: Thank you to everyone who reblogged and commented on my last of the RA Character Headcanon Series. I appreciate it very much. I know I sound like a broken record, but please do consider a reblog if you like a post, and if you wish to be added on to my tag lists, please let me know. You are also very welcome to request head canons as well, so I can continue on with this series and open it up to a lot more scenarios.

This head canon post was requested by @sweetestgbye Thank you very much, hun. You're very welcome to request head canons with these 9 characters. Just send the request via my ask box, please. This instalment will focus on how all the characters handle a New Year kiss more precisely, a kiss which involves you, the reader. Enjoy!

GUY OF GISBORNE: Guy takes you to a secluded area, wanting to get you out of the way of everyone. He takes your hand and begins talking about new beginnings and asks if you'll begin a new adventure with him. Then the two of you kiss beneath the stars.

RAY LEVINE: Ray is nervous as hell around you. He's liked you for as long as he's known you. The two of you are at his flat, watching the countdown on TV, and as it happens and the party-goers on the screen start screaming "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" you think to yourself, "Fuck it" and pull Ray in for a kiss.

FATHER LORENZO QUART: New Year means very little to Father Quart. It's just another day of the week for him, but he knows you love celebrating the change of the year. He breaks open a bottle of champagne and just as the clock strikes midnight, you clink your glasses together and lean in for a kiss.

THORIN OAKENSHIELD: The Dwarves know how to party and as midnight begins to roll around quickly, you and Thorin notice that there are fewer Dwarves still standing, and even less sober. But when the moment arrives, you realise how Dis and Dwalin have purposefully moved you both closer together, manoeuvring you across the hall, until you cannot escape that New Year kiss. Thorin knows the tradition and with flushed cheeks, he offers you a sign of his intention to court you.

FRANCIS DOLARHYDE: Francis spends the evening with you as he lives alone. You've invited him to your apartment to see in the New Year and, as you stand in your garden and the fireworks begin to soar into the sky and burst open in an array of colours, you place a gentle kiss on Francis' lips.

JOHN THORNTON: The two of you are at a large gathering of people whom your families know, as friends and business partners. It's getting closer to midnight and John knows he wishes to kiss you, just not in front of all these people. At a minute before midnight, he checks his pocket watch and asks you to accompany him to his balcony, and there as the local clock strikes midnight, he offers you a kiss.

RAYMOND DE MERVILLE: Raymond has no interest in the changing of the years and seasons. But when the two of you are at his father's annual feast, which welcomes in the change of the year, you go to him and kiss him with no warning. He scowls at you at first, wanting to know what the kiss was for. But as you smile at him, he can't help but reciprocate that smile.

JOHN PORTER: John has had enough of partying in his younger years and wants to spend a quiet night in front of the TV. So he invites you over, his colleague. You're excited for the night ahead; the two of you have fancied each other for months. And as Big Ben chimes 12 on the TV, John sees his chance and sweeps you into a kiss.

LUCAS NORTH: The two of you go for a drink after work together. Lucas has been invited to a work party with some of his colleagues who aren't on call, but he's made an excuse, just so he can be with you instead. The two of you are close friends, and after your drink, the two of you walk together, not realising the time. Fireworks begin to bang in the distance. Lucas stops. You stop. He smiles, and then cups your cheek, drawing you into a kiss.

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I headcanon that at first Ray is adamantly against the use of nicknames and pet names for himself because he thinks it's silly.

"My name is Ray. It's literally three letters and one syllable long. Just call me Ray."

But Emma can't let that stand. She has "sunshine" and "Em," Norman has "Nor," "Norm," and "Boss."

So her proposed solution is for Ray to change his name so that "Ray" can be a nickname and show of affection. Ray balks at the suggestions she litters throughout their conversations, addressing him as Raymond, Rayner, even Raybert at one point.

Norman is more deft in his timing so the first time he drops a "Raymond" during one of their chess matches he ends up on the receiving end of Ray channeling Isabella with this look

He does eventually come around to them calling him Sunray.

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More fun facts/headcanons for SOP

One of the meanings of the last name I gave Ray, Kendra, and Donnie (Sharma) means “comfort” or “protection” so do with that what you will.

I mentioned this in an end note before but because the whole family’s favorite color is purple they have different designated shades to keep belongings from getting mixed up. Ray’s is plum (which I decided on because Donnie’s beloved purple hoodie in the show looks plum to me and here it’s the hoodie Ray gave him as a comfort thing the night they left their home which Donnie never gives back and wears almost constantly. It represents how much Donnie will always need his dad even if it’s just a piece of him.), Dae’s (Jase’s mom) is orchid, Kendra’s is lilac, Jase’s is eggplant, and Donnie’s is violet. I haven’t decided on if I’m gonna give Jeremy a designated shade.

Jase has anemia

Around late season 1 or early season 2 Raymond surprises Donnie with a really busted up motorcycle as a project the two of them can work on together as father and son