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Okay okay i kept him prisoner in my inbox for way too long and he needs to be released to the wilds. He is doing the slapsies way too cheerfully just to keep it for myself.
#i wanted to keep him for a time because he gives me so much joy every time i went to my inbox but others have to experience it#originally i planned to do a drawing as a response but time got away from me so stupid badly i am so sorry i am even more of a mess lately#now he is safely saved on my phone to carry him around to everywhere#i feel like all i do is thanking you all the time but seriously thank you so much#creature#the gentleman#with happy baps#pandaboy arts
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Buttons buttons everywhere~
A little nod to Nott the Brave / Veth Brenatto, with a button for the various characters of campaign 2~
Also if anyone is interested in what buttons I used for for each character~
#critical role#mighty nein#cr m9#critical role fanart#crafts#cross stitch#caleb widogast#essek thelyss#nott the brave#veth brenatto#mollymauk tealeaf#caduceus clay#fjord stone#jester lavorre#beauregard lionett#yasha nydoorin#the traveler#frumpkin#Kiri#Sprinkle#Ruby of the Sea#The Gentleman#shakaste#buttons
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#the gentleman#the gentleman 2024#the gentlemen#the gentlemen 2024#Susan glass#Susie glass#edward horniman#susie x edward#Eddie x Susie#susward#the onion#horniglass
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Let There Be Hotel Complaints
Based on a post request by @rayslittlekitten I really hope you like it, I have no idea if it fits but I tried hard.
Title based on: Hozier - Dinner & Diatribes
Contains: Fluff, Ray being Gomez Addams, mentions of periods/period symptoms, smut (fingering, oral sex M and F receiving, P in V, breeding kink, possessive Ray, scents and smells, aftercare) Not beta read.
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Ray's feelings for you are as wide as the ocean, and his love is second only to his desire.
The hand that wrapped around your body felt like hot coals on your already heated skin, and you fought the urge to shrink away from Ray. "Raymond, I've been put in the garden working, can you let me shower before you hug me?" His arms only tightened around as you felt his chest expand against your back as he pressed his nose into your sweat-damped neck. "Ray! I'm covered in sweat."
He checked, and the sound reverberated through your body like the first rumbles of a thunderstorm. "I don't mind, Dear, you smell wonderful." His face moved to the top of your head as he took another breath, admiring how your conditioner mixed with a hard day's work. It drifted into his mind like the reaching of a siren song, slowly bleeding away his other thoughts.
His lips found your neck, and he smirked against your skin as your head tilted to make room for him. A quick glance at the clock let him know you'd have enough time to enjoy each other before the fancy business dinner tonight, and he found himself slowly unlacing from the hug as he brought one hand to your breast.
He gained more access to your skin, and you rested your head back onto his shoulder and pushed yourself into his touch, but he was pulling his hand away a second later when he felt you stiffen as he tightened his grip around your soft flesh. "Sorry, Love."
"It's ok, I'm just a little sore." There was no explanation needed as to why, you knew he knew why, he always seemed to know.
His hand moved lower, rubbing the skin of your ribcage in long, soothing strokes as his lips moved from the dome of your shoulder up your neck. "Allow me to make it up to you?"
The offer was the definition of temptation, but there were things to be done and places to be. "Tonight, if all goes well at the dinner. I have to finish with the garden and then get ready for tonight."
The teeth against your skin were not in retaliation for your conditional refusal but a promise of things to come. "Then let me help you?"
"Of course." Your reason was wholly selfish, motivated by rolled up sleeves and rippling muscles at his instance of lifting heavy bags of soil. You finished your glass of water and went back outside, not missing how Ray's eyes followed your arms as you placed your sun hat back on your head. He smiled at you, it was earnest and filled with warmth. "What do you need me to do, Gorgeous?"
You couldn't help yourself, there was something in his desire to aid you in every need that sparked something in you. "Many things, My Darling, but right now, I need help with the tea roses."
He smiled and took two steps to close the distance between you before brushing his lips on your ear. "Your wish is my command."
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The rest of the afternoon swam by in a haze for Ray. It was the kind of torture that the training he had received many lifetimes ago could not prepare him for, and with each passing moment, his thoughts grew more debauched until he was waxing poetic in his head like a madman.
As you finished your makeup, he could not get the image of you licking the strawberry juice from your lunchtime dessert off your lips out of his head. Breathing through his nose had become an affliction; top notes of your shower gel and the underneath of you were one thing, but there was the faintest hint of him there that made him want to sink his teeth in your bare skin so many times that the hotel's tofts would look away in shame the moment they saw you.
By the time you slid into the car, pressing your legs to his as Bunny drove you to the hotel, he was afire with need. He laced his hand with yours as the vehicle travelled down from the lush countryside to the bright lights of the city and leaned in close, his nose brushing your temple as he told you more about the guests at the party you were heading to.
There were already people milling around when you arrived, handing their bags off to the Bellhops so they could enjoy their complementary night in luxury. Ray was less willing to relinquish the bags and simply blinked as the hotelier became insistent. Nevertheless, the man still walked to your room on the sixth floor, smiling saccharinely as he told you to enjoy the complimentary champagne before the party started.
The opulence of the room and the expensive champagne sat ignored by you and Ray as he steeled himself for a night of making nice and glad-handing when he would rather be doing something far more enjoyable. He took your hands and drew you to the middle of the room, wrapping his arms around you as his nose returned to your hair for the millionth time that day. "You look beautiful as always."
You smiled and placed your hands on his chest. "And you keep sniffing me like some weirdo."
He took it in stride, chuckling softly as he yanked you to his chest. "I can't help it, you smell exquisite, it's driving me insane."
You sighed, enjoying the warmth of his arms around you. "I know what you're thinking, but we promised Mickey."
He mirrored your sigh as he broke the embrace and extended his hand. "I know. We should head down there now, the sooner we go down and mingle, the sooner we can leave."
His hand found your lower back as you took the lift to the grand hall and stayed there as you met up with Mickey and Rosalind and made introductions with the upper class lucky enough to receive invites. Of course, the reason for your invitations was the massive underground white widow super cheese farm under the hotel's private golf course.
It was painfully dull, standing around making small talk about the weather and wallpaper while eating tiny pies that only served to make you more hungry. Ray stayed stuck to your side, practically dragging you around with him while he did business for his boss.
"Your wife looks lovely tonight." Ray's arm tightened around you as you spun towards the voice.
"She looks lovely every night, Dave." If Dave had plans to say more, they were defeated by Ray's harsh glare as he pulled you away.
He moved to a quiet corner of the room and placed your hand on his ample bicep. "What's gotten into Ray? You've just about ripped the heads off anyone who's talked to me tonight. I get Dave, but the Simon's are nice."
He moved into your space, pressing you against the window as he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger while he leaned in close enough that your noses were brushing. To outsiders, it would have looked like a private moment between lovers, but Ray's eyes were fixed on with a look so lustful it would have made the whore of Babylon blush. "What's gotten into me? I have spent the last two hours watching these pigs look you up and down while acting like I don't want to rip their arms off for even daring to speak to you."
You blinked, he was in a mood tonight. "Well, Dear. How about you stick it out for another hour so we can eat dinner from this stupid menu then, I'm all yours for the night?"
He swallowed and exhaled before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Of course Darling." His tone had shifted; it had taken on that gravelly tilt that created a flutter of excitement in your chest, and you eagerly headed back into the fray as Ray finally composed himself.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he leaned into your touch. "Thank you, Dear."
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The dinner was the typical mess of rich people's food that had too many flavours and not enough on the plate, but Ray gave you all his cheese twirls and made sure to pick you the biggest slice of chocolate cake off the platter when dessert came around. All was going well until the tables were cast aside again for the wine course, and you were split from him as one of the tofts Mickey looked after pulled him away to talk about security.
His eye kept drifting over to you, and he grew ever more aggravated as he watched the sommelier try and fail to flirt with you. He dismissed the man he was talking to with the promise to call later, that he was tired and wanted to enjoy his hotel room and all but stormed over to you. "Are you enjoying the wine, Dear?"
You shook your head. "I've told the sommelier that I'm not interested in that variety, but he's being very insistent."
The man smiled and turned to Ray. "We have some of the best wine in the country here, your girlfriend…"
If looks could kill, Ray would have ended the man there and then. "My wife isn't interested, and I don't appreciate your tone or your attitude. I will be speaking to your employer in the morning to deal with this in full."
His hand was back on your lower back as he marched towards the lift, and between his puffed chest and his expression, no one dared to join you as the doors opened. The second the doors closed, he was on you, pressing you against the wall as his lips found yours. The grip he had on you was almost painful, his fingers digging firm into your skin as he held you in place for a searing kiss that stole the air from your lungs.
He finally allowed you to breathe when the doors opened on your floor, and he all but dragged you to your room as he shut the door and pressed up against it. His lips were on yours again, and his hands slid around your body until his fingers were curling around the fabric of your evening dress and ripping it open with the pop pop of fancy buttons.
He shoved the dress down, breaking from your lips for a moment to take in the lingerie you were wearing. "Fucking hell y/n." That went next, and his lips didn't give you the chance to admonish him about what he had paid for the now ruined fabric lying at your feet.
He once again broke from you and knelt on the floor, removing your shoes one by one before kissing his way up your legs, swapping legs with each kiss, getting closer and closer to your centre with each one until he slowed at the crease of the thigh. He was once again inhaling like he was suffocating, and you wove your hands into his hair as your frustration grew. "Can you do something instead of sniffing me?"
His teeth sunk into your skin in retaliation, and he was standing up to his full height with eyes full of threat. "Don't rush me." His hand cupped you, his fingers running your rapidly gathering wetness as he all but growled at you. "This cunt is mine, I get to take all the time I want, understand?"
You almost wanted to act out to see what it would make him do, but the poor man already looked pained enough. "Anything you want."
He locked you in another kiss, his teeth smarting at your lip as he made his wants known with a gentle pressure on your shoulders. "Get on your knees."
He kicked your ruined dress under you to soften the ground as you sunk down, and you pulled at his belt to free him. He helped you, shoving his trousers and boxers down in one go just far enough so his cock could spring out and you could grab his perfect ass unencumbered by fabric.
He looked down at you as you kitten licked around the head and felt another rush of this heated primal positiveness that he had been feeling the whole night. A hand found the back of your head as you took him into your mouth, and his free hand shot out to rest on a side table to steady himself as pleasure filled his senses.
He stopped himself from bucking his hips in order to focus on the vision of you sucking him like a lollipop. It was outright pornographic, and all he could think about was that you were all his and his alone. "Fucken 'ell, Love." You moaned around him, and he used every ounce of self-control to pull you off of him and to your feet. "Get on the bed."
His hands were all over you as you made your way to the bed, and he ran his hands up and down your sides while you spun around to face him so you could lay on your back on the plush mattress. You settled on the pillows as his lips met yours, and he finally began to remove his clothes.
Bare skin hit bare skin as his lips started a journey down your body until he was lifting your legs over his strong shoulders and onto his solid back. He kissed the bend of your knee, his lips soft as his beard brushed your skin. He locked eyes with you and smiled softly as he continued his journey upwards, finally arriving with barely there kisses that had you pushing your hips towards him. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours." A hot, wet heat enveloped you as he licked you from the entrance to clit in one firm, wide lick before sealing his lips around your clit. Ray had always been a man who prided himself on his attention to detail, and your bedroom was no different; it was like he had committed precisely what you needed to memory so well that he didn't even need to try, and tonight was no different.
He seemed more desperate tonight; accuracy swapped for the burning desire to consume your whole, and it didn't help that he was moaning against your flesh like he could somehow feel what he was doing to you in his own body. The chorus of his name from your mouth only served to spur him on, and a forearm pressed your hips down so you couldn't move away from him as he used his free hand to slide two fingers inside you.
With his rough fingertips bullying your G-spot, you didn't stand a chance, and he was far too strong for you to twitch away for a reprieve as the waves of an earth-shattering orgasm took you like the undertow of a raging river. Your chest heaved as he pulled away, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before bringing his soaked fingers to your lips. You licked him clean only to have him kiss away the taste like you had slighted him by taking him up on his offer, and then he was slotting himself between your spread wide legs and grinding his cock against your sensitive skin. "Tell me me you're mine."
"I'm yours." You marvelled at his self-control, his face buried in your neck as he continued teasing you. "I'm yours, please Ray."
He took his cock in hand and notched it at your entrance. "Who do you belong to?"
"You." Your reply was desperate, your hands on his heated chest with fingers curled in a threat should he persist in his game, but he didn't, and seemly satisfied with your declaration, he slid inside you with one confident push. The fullness of it stole the air from your lungs, and you lifted your hips up to take him in faster as he bottomed out.
His hand found your hip, and his fingers dug in with force as he began to move, taking a steady pace that had the head of his cock brushing your G-spot with each pass. One of your hands wove into his hair while the other clutched at his back, and he pressed his lips to yours in a scalding kiss as he picked up speed. Mercifully, before he suffocated in the air stealing a kiss, his lips moved to your neck, and then his teeth were out, marking your skin like he was trying to prove a point about his ownership over you.
He pulled away for a moment and took in your blissed out face, faltering as the vision brought him teetering to the edge of oblivion far sooner than his ego would allow, so in a mix of the desire to uphold his pride and the need for more skin to mar he pulled out of your for a fleeting moment only to flip you over then slam back home as his teeth found more skin. He was overwhelming at this angle, and your fingers curled around the pillow as he slid a hand between you to rub your clit.
Ray would often tell you that you were good for his ego, that he could walk into a room where all the men would turn their heads to look, and he could smile knowing you were his alone. But this was something different, you writhing under him, stuck between frantic begging and breathless need made him feel like a God with you as his ever willing offering.
He captured you in another kiss as the edge neared, and you shuddered as, with one more precise circle to your clit, you fell over it. His hips didn't slow, and he growled into your mouth like a hungry animal as he chased his own high. "You're mine, I own you, understand?" All you could do was nod as your vision began to grey at the edges, but he must have accepted your answer because he all but roared as he came inside you.
His strength failed as it hit him full force, and the possessive beast inside him was finally satiated, knowing he had marked inside and out. He was mindful not to crush you, but he couldn't find it in himself to move away just yet, he couldn't let his hard work slip from you just yet. His lips were once again gentle as they kissed the marks his teeth had made, and you sighed as he brushed the stray hairs from your face.
His nose found its family home on the back of your neck, and his chest expanded against your back as he inhaled. "You must be intent on trying to kill me, My Dear."
You didn't have a clue what he was talking about, and rather than ask, you kissed him in hopes he would tell you anyway, but he didn't, and the weariness in your bones forced you to speak. "What do you mean?"
He finally rolled off you, and you laid on your sides facing each other as his hand ran up and down your side. "I can't understand how someone can smell so intoxicating, it truly is torture."
You reached up to lay a hand on his cheek, and he tilted his head to press his lips to your palm. "You get like this every month, I thought you'd be used to it by now."
He shook his head, sleepy. "Never, how can someone get used to being on fire."
"I suppose that's fair." There was more you wanted to say, but it was getting hard to keep your eyes open, and he could tell. Despite his own feelings, he was getting up to clean himself up before returning with his arms loaded. He brought you a glass of water and used one of your damp face cloths to cleanse away your makeup before using another damp cloth to remove the mess from between your legs, although he did pause to watch the evidence of your shared sin drip from your body and onto the expensive sheets as another wave of possessive filled him.
With his duty done, he disposed of the unclean fabric in a pile and climbed into bed next to you, wrapping you in his arms as he pulled you to his chest. "I love you y/n."
You relaxed into his arms and dropped a kiss on his chest where his heart lay. "I love you too, Ray."
In the morning, he would awaken you with ginger tea, a heating pad, and ibuprofen before climbing back into bed with you and soothing away your aches and pains until check out finally came. Room service would find no evidence of the mess Ray had left in the aftermath of your coupling, just a pile of towels already in the dirt laundry bin when they collected the cart at the start of their shift. He did, however, get a dirty look and a snide comment from the hotelier about what kind of establishment he was running. As you checked out, Ray took it in stride.
Fin
#raymond smith x you#raymond smith x reader#raymond smith#charlie hunnam fanfiction#the gentleman#charlie hunnam#raymond smith smut
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HAPPY DAY 250!!! WE’RE HALF WAY THERE!!!
here’s to another 250 days…. jesus…. what have we gotten ourselves into
#henrykhwednesday#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#f&h henryk#fear and hunger henryk#henryk klimkov#goon 3#shrimpryk#hamryk#henrietta#the gentleman
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jester showing up at the evening nip and going "DAD SAID GIVE US WHATEVER DRINKS WE WANT" and then knocking on the gentleman's office door going "daaaad daaaaaaad it's me" and he lets her in and she goes "i told them the drinks are on the house" and he just goes ". sure."
#truly she is an unstoppable force i love her so much#1h28m c2e92#text#critical role#cr2#cr lb#jester lavorre#the gentleman
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the gentleman & jester relationship is so funny to me especially in retrospective. i love gentleman embracing his new-found Crime Boss Dad role but when he met jester he was explicitly the Crime Boss without the Dad part and my guy unknowingly sent his own daughter to places nobody should ever go without a gun and mighty nein didn't get one until hupperdook and it didn't help much anyway.
so back to the point. do you think he ever reflects on the days when mighty nein were working for him but now thinking of jester as his daughter and not some random weird girl. does he ever wake up in sweat colder than usual remembering that one time when mighty nein did that ophelia job and he started to make out with her in front of his daughter dreaming of reuniting her mom and long lost dad and to make it even more embarrassing it turned out they lost their buddy so he shrugged and tossed his kiddo some extra money so she can go buy herself ice cream to feel better or something
#my guy ran away from parenting and still kinda managed to fuck up beyond that. a legend#mind you it's not the gentleman slander. i love him and his awkward attempts at reconnecting with his family. you go bestie#it's still soooo embarrassing though. also silly. i hope m9 torment him with that knowledge sometimes. just for fun#jester lavorre#the gentleman#the mighty nein#critical role
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#cr spoilers#critical role#dorian storm#c3e105#jester lavorre#babenon dosal#the gentleman#zeru wyvernwind#cr liveblog
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*clears throat*
What can I say about Raymond Smith? He’s smart, articulate, dangerous (in a sexy way). I’d want him to wine and dine me with an expensive dinner and then take me home and torture me with his cock in one hole and a toy in another…if you catch my drift.
Thank you for submitting an ask, love! I hope you enjoy! And May your thirst be quenched. 😚
Pairing: Raymond Smith x F! Reader
Warnings: 18+ for explicit smut, toy, overstimulation, bondage, cum, and language. This is THIRSTY, you have been warned.
“I don’t remember the last time I ate such an incredible meal,” you place your hand in Rays and move up the porch steps, “thank you baby.” He leans towards you for a kiss and you oblige, running your hands through his hair, mucking it up a bit.
He holds your wrist, “naughty little thing,” he chastises playfully, “you better listen or I may have to punish you.”
You keep his eyes, pulling one wrist from his grasp and putting a hand on top of his head, pushing his hair back and forth. His eyes narrow, “you asked for it, darling.”
Twenty minutes later your wrists are tied with silk ribbons to the posts of the bed, facedown on the bed with your pretty little ass in the air. The snap of the flogger against you leaves a painful bite and you moan into the pillow, panting and letting out a whimpered, “ten.”
Between your thighs is a slippery mess, and a warm hand slips between them with a groan, “this cunt is so fucking wet. She’s dripping for me.” He cups his fingers, dipping two inside you and grinning when you moan as he pounds his fingers inside you. The slapping sound of your slick booming in the silence of the bedroom.
He stops suddenly and you tremble, arching your back towards his hand. The sharp sting of his hand on your ass gives you pause and you can hear the scarification in his voice when he says, “that’s a good fucking girl.” He gathers the slick on his fingers and you tighten up when he runs it over your asshole.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” He taunts, before getting off the bed and rummaging through the bedside drawer, and quickly returning.
“What?” you ask breathless and he lets you have another sharp slap on the ass. “What, sir?” you quickly correct.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass with my cock, and this,” he holds the rabbit before your face, “this is gonna fuck that pretty little pussy.”
You moan when he turns on the switch and you see it move back and forth wildly, hearing it vibrate. “Please sir,” you beg and he chuckles darkly.
“Please what?” he grabs the bottle of lube of the table and lathers his cock. “I need to hear you say it.
“Please,” the saliva pools in your mouth, so turned on you can barely speak, “please fuck my ass and pussy.”
He puts on hand on your neck, turning you to face him as he leans down and kisses you, biting down on your lip and sucking it out before letting go, “with pleasure.
The strap around your waist is course and rough and he ties it tightly, sliding the rabbit inside and making sure the other end is nestled perfectly on your clit. It’s off for the moment but you groan into the pillow with how it feels buried deep inside you.
“You ready?” he puts his cock against your ass, rubbing it up and down between your cheeks. You nod, “I need to hear you,” he orders, “tell me.”
“Fuck me, sir,” you mumble out breathlessly when he pushes inside you. “Fuck,” you groan, and he breathes heavy as he works himself inside your tight hole. When he’s flush against your ass you drop your head, arms shaking against the restraints.
“Color?” he commands and you whimper out green under your breath. “That’s a good girl,” he strikes your ass, “now, fuck yourself.”
Ray keeps deadly still, watching his cock be swallowed by your ass with each thrust back of your hips. It’s only after the fifth thrust when the vibrating starts, slow at first but then growing in intensity. Then it starts moving, “shit,” you gasp moving forward allowing him to slip out.
“Oh no you don’t,” he grabs your hips, pulling you back and pounding into you. The headboard smacks against the wall, the rabbit moving faster and vibrating harder as he picks up speed.
The feeling is indescribable, the warmth growing deep in your belly and when he presses your back down into the mattress and fucks you hard using his other hand to push the rabbit onto your clit you scream. It’s guttural and comes from somewhere deep inside you. Ray shouts your name but it sounds foggy like you’re underwater, the vibrating moves down to a light tremble and your body goes slack.
“Color,” he groans, stilling inside you, his cock pulsing and oh so fucking hard.
You weakly mumble out, “green,” and the vibrating starts to hum louder and louder. Your body nothing more than a rag doll for his pleasure and he leans so far over you he’s got your hips almost flattened to the mattress.
“I want to cum inside you,” he’s breathless, panting hard in your ear. “And you’re gonna cum with me,” he turns up the intensity on the rabbit and you cry out, your hips moving to buck h off but it only buries him deeper inside you. The toy snapping back and forth only held in place by the strap and you drop your head back on a silent scream and he quickly unties you, pulling you up against his chest, your head over his shoulder as he fucks up into you, his other hand holding the toy inside as he sucks on your neck, his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin on your neck. His cum is hot and thick and he groans your name as he licks at your neck, unstrapping the toy and throwing it to the side, it still wiggling madly on the mattress, soaked with your cum.
“Fuck,” he drops his head, gently lowering you to the bed. And he uses the remote to turn the toy off. He helps you to your back and looks down, taking in the mess between your legs. His eyes blinking several times behind the frames.
“What,” you pant, “what are you thinking?”
He smirks, pushing up his glasses with a knuckle, his fingertips glistening. Your eyes widen when he pushes his broad shoulders between your thighs, his hands spreading you for his eyes to feast. “No reason to dirty another towel when my tongue works just fine.” He licks his lips before diving in.
“How thoughtful,” you moan, leaning back, eyes on him grinning, “so very fucking thoughtful.”
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#I have so many forgotten sketches wow#Just found this Jona from apparently march 2023 😳#jonathan joestar#i really don’t talk enough about him and how dear he is to me#jjba#phantom blood#the gentleman
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Most married couple to ever not be married
#the gentleman#the gentleman 2024#Susie glass#Susan glass#eddie horniman#edward horniman#susward#horniglass#Eddie x Susie#susie x edward#the onion
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Hi darling! You' ve done incredible works! Could you please take a request for Raymond Smith with competency and size kinks?
Thank you for reading this 🩷🩷🩷
Thank you so much!
For once, I am so fucking happy with this but I really hope you like it. No pressure tags @yourwinchesterbros @rayslittlekitten @youflickedtooharddamnit
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Roll Your Own
Contains: Cannabis use, competency kink, size kink, oral sex (f receiving) P in V, fluff.
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Ray is good at everything he does
You watched as Ray carefully picked the flower away from its stem, placing it in the grinder before sealing it and twisting the top with practised, precise movements. Seconds later, he was softly sprinkling the finely ground herb on the rolling paper. Meticulous fingers placed the filter at the end and finally rolled the joint tight before he slid it in front of you. "There you go, Love."
He made his with the same precision, with the added addition of tobacco from a cigarette, and you sighed. "That shit will kill you know?"
He chuckled warmly and shook his head. "There's plenty of stuff that's going to kill me, and a good, old fashion fifty fifty is not one of them." He reached out, squeezing your knee lovingly before flicking on his lighter and lighting your joint, then his own. His eyes remained on you as you inhaled, and he waited until you puffed out a lung full of smoke before speaking. "Good?"
You nodded. "You always rolled good joints, even if you complain about the new school nonsense I like."
The weather was warm enough that all you needed to be comfortable was a blanket over your lap and Ray sitting next to you. He slung his arm around the back of the bench and over your shoulder, pulling you close as the smoke blew away in the wind. "This is nice."
He smiled. "Yeah, it is." You leaned into him, somehow, whether it be the way he dressed or the way he carried himself, he managed to make himself look so much smaller than he was. In truth, he was broad and tall, with all lean muscles and coiled strength, and without all the trapping of high society dress, he was an intimidating large man. "You look lost in thought." He had pressed his nose to the side of your face, breathing in the scent of your shampoo as he spoke.
"I'm just thinking about how hot your are with your shirt off, and how I'd kill for some hot chips." It was getting close to dinner time, the lights around the barbeque turning on as the sun set over the hill.
He sighed and pressed his lips to your temple. "I can get you some hot chips, then we'll see about the other thing."
He stood up and stretched out his hand, pulling you to your feet before walking you to the kitchen and sitting you on a stool at the bench. Everything happened like a dance, the cutting board came out, then the knife out of its block and the potatoes from their bag in the cupboard. He liked showing off, a small smile gracing his face as he cut the potatoes into perfect, even lengths while the oven preheated, knowing you were watching with wrapped attention at every movement of his long fingers.
"See something you like?" He was a smug bastard when he wanted to be.
You nodded. "Yes, delicious carbohydrates."
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip turning up into a smirk. "What did you call me?" There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as the chips entered the oven, and he was walking over to you with a swagger in his step. "They'll be ready in forty minutes, how about I get some wagyu out of the freezer too?"
You nodded and placed your hand on his cheek. "I would like that." He leaned down and kissed you, his beard scratching your skin as his lips sealed on yours. He pulled away, brushing a stray hair from your face as he looked down at you lovingly. You craned your head and pecked his jaw. "You know what else I'd like?"
He smirked, his face lightening up as he shook his head. "Dinner before dessert, Love"
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Dinner was lovely, Ray had once again outdone himself, everything was perfect. The quiet moments like this were the best parts of the day, with him stealing glances at you every time he thought you weren't looking. You talked about your day and Ray his, and with dinner done, you moved to the couch. It didn't take long for you to climb onto his lap, and he smiled into a kiss as you pushed his mustard yellow sweater off his broad shoulders. His hand found your face, and he fiddled with the buttons on your shirt, each one popping open with care.
He used his body weight to lift you off him and spin around, taking your hand and leading you up the staircase, stopping to press you into the railing so he could kiss you. It was only a short intermission, but it left you breathless nonetheless, and by the time you were through the threshold of your shared bedroom, you were ready to sink to your knees.
He stopped you with a smirk, and you raised your eyebrow. "What gives?"
He ran his finger down your sternum and leaned in close, his lips bumping yours as he spoke. "I want dessert."
You blinked. "But…"
He shook his head. "No buts, get on the bed."
You huffed, but you couldn't hide your smile. "You are a terrible husband, depriving me like this."
His eyes crinkled at the corners as he laughed, lifting your hand to his chest to lay over his heart. "You wound me."
You use the excuse to remove his button down. "Yes, and you deny me."
He shook his head as he stripped off the rest of your clothes and walked you backwards towards the edge of the bed. "I could never deny you anything." He was gazing down at you with such deep affection that it almost hurt. "Can I put my mouth on you now?"
You nodded, laughing as you pulled back with you onto the bed. He kissed his way down your body, stopping at your breast to give each one attention before continuing on his journey. His massive hands ran down your legs, lifting them up on his solid back as he settled on his belly on the bed. He kissed the insides of your thighs, each kiss soft and reverent as he made his way closer to your core.
He licked you from entrance to clit, and you gasped out his name as your hips bucked. He stilled for a moment, throwing one forearm over your hips so you couldn't twitch away and wiggling down so he was keeping your legs apart with his shoulders. He began in earnest when he knew you couldn't shift away from his seeking mouth, closing his lips around your clit while his other hand reached up to play with your breast, and despite the lack of his weight on your body, you felt utterly covered by him.
He was moaning like you were the one getting him off, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you with each pass of his tongue. The edge inevitably appeared, and you lifted your hand from his hair to cover your mouth to avoid what would have been a wail, then everything stopped, and he was looking up at you with both expectation and concern. He lifted his arm off your hip and reached up, wrapping it around your wrist as he brought it downwards. He pressed his wet lips to the very centre of your palm before placing it flat on the bed and smiling softly. "Don't hide anything from me."
He didn't give you time to respond, returning right back to his mission with even more vigour this time. It didn't take long for the peak to crest again, and you found yourself falling into what seemed to be endless bliss as he licked you through it. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before pulling away and wiping his face with his hand. "Thank you, Love."
You reached out, rushing to free him from his pants, pushing them and his boxers down in one go before spreading your legs to accommodate him. His lips found yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you reached down to grab his cock so you could guide it inside you. Without the help of his fingers, it was a stretch, and you buried your face in his neck as he took over when you got too overwhelmed.
It must have been a lot for him too, because he was wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up to sit in his lap, your chest pressed to his as he slowly rocked his hips upwards. He pressed his forehead to yours as you shared a breath, his eyes locked to yours as he picked up the pace. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on."
You felt so close to him like this, his considerable arms wrapped around you as he held you tight. You could feel his body rippling with each movement until he adjusted again and one hand left you back in favour of rubbing your clit. "Come on, my Darling, I can feel how close you are."
Your teeth latched on the meat of his shoulder as you came, pulling him with you as his rhythm faltered. You stayed like that for a time, catching your breath while his lips lay on your temple. Eventually, you parted and he pulled you with him as he laid down, brushing your sweat stuck hair from your face as you rested your head over his heart. "That was lovely."
He smiled lazily. "Yesn it was." He rubbed your nose with his, then kissed you. "I love you."
You took his face in your hand, and he fought the urge to nuzzle into your palm. "I love you too Ray."
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#raymond smith x you#raymond smith x reader#raymond smith#charlie hunnam fanfiction#the gentleman#charlie hunnam#raymond smith smut#sp's kinkfest pick and mix
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plain looking guy and his body horror cannibal fursona
weird guys (day 162)
#henrykhwednesday#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#f&h henryk#fear and hunger henryk#henryk klimkov#the gentleman#goon 1
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A row of gods inside the 21st Dynasty coffin of Amenemipet at the British Museum. The snake-headed, bearded god looks like “The Gentleman”, the figure from coffins and papyri that I’ve been trying to identify.
[The five gods are mummiform with white bodies and red mummy braces. Each wears a sash of green and orange. Three have human faces; one has a cat’s head, and one a snake’s head with a beard. Above them is a row of hieroglyphs, and above that, a frieze of tyet knots and djed pillars.]
#Ancient Egypt#British Museum#21st Dynasty#Third Intermediate Period#coffin#cat god#The Gentleman#Amenemipet
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