#raymond smith drabble

[theesirenteller]

Crisps and Milk. Raymond Smith

Dad!Raymond Smith.

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The British hitman had savored the rich flavor of his latest scotch. Compliments of a dear friend of his from yorkshire. It was a quiet night that was rather chilly and Raymond was working late. The night called for something smooth and strong to relax his mind and warm his throat.

"Mummy said no snacks after bedtime," A mousy voice echoed through the wide-spaced kitchen. 

Raymond closed his eyes and cursed under his breath before clearing his throat, "Yes Richard." He turned on his heel and looked down at the pint sized boy in yellow striped pjs and square rimmed glasses. "But that only applies to you lad. You should be asleep."

The boy crossed his arms against his chest. Scrunching his button nose as he turned it up at his father. The pair both adjusted their glasses with a single finger pressed against the metal center. "Call her and ask her then."

Raymond sighed as he ran his hand across his hair. That was out of the question. "What'd you want lad?"

A cheeky grin spread across the boy's face. Stretching so widely that his pink gums showed "Mr.cow and I have requested cheese crisps and milk."

"How original." Raymond chuckled, "Why am I not surprised."

"You drink apple juice daddy." Richard frowned in disgust, "It smells like puppy poo."

A rumbled laugh escaped Raymond's lips as he set his glass down. He holsted the boy up into his arms before ruffling his chocolate-brown coils. The boy's laughter filled his heart with joy. He hadn't known his son for long but the moment the boy stepped into his life; Raymond's world grew brighter and his heart grew softer. The pair shared a pack of Richard's favorite cheesy quavers. Cheese dust covered Raymond's beard after Richard had finished tossing a few into his father's mouth. 

The boy was tuckered out after the last two crisps but still yearned for milk. "Time for bed lad, you can have your milk there." Raymond once loathed drinks or food in the bedroom. But once Richard had come along, all that had changed. The four-year-old had required a sippy cup of milk to sip on in bed, He specifically liked to be tucked underneath multiple blankets, and his plushie Mr. Cow laid beside him.

Richard was soon tucked in the right side of Raymond's bed. Raymond laid Mr.Cow underneath the boy's arm before placing a soft kiss against Richard's forehead. The boy patted his father's broad shoulder in return and placed a milk-stained kiss against Raymond's cheek. "I love you, Daddy, Get some sleep or you'll get old mummy says."

"I'll take your word for it, I love you too." Raymond smiled as he removed the boy's glasses before standing up and leaving the room.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Retrogradation

Warnings: non/dubcon, coercion and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Part of Roo’s Pajama Party (October 7-8)

Prompt: Retrogradation - a backward movement. (List of prompts here) + this look

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. I hope you enjoy this one and have a lovely weekend.

This isn’t how you saw things going. Nothing ever really goes how you expect. You think you’d be used to it by now. That after all the disappointment, you would give up hope. You tried that too but it still hurts. 

You pull the blanket over the couch. You don’t anticipate a good sleep. The springs are broken and squeaky and the cushions not quite thick enough to pad the jabbing metal. You can’t complain, it’s somewhere to lay your head. That morning, you didn’t have even that. 

You try to fluff up the slightly dingy pillow. You just as sad for your brother as for yourself. This isn’t anyway to live. Thin walls, noisy neighbours, and that constant stale smell that doesn’t go away. Even so, you won’t spurn his kindness. It’s all you have. 

You can at least be grateful for the solitude. He left about an hour ago, said he’d be back in a few hours. You didn’t ask why. He’s an adult and you’re sure he has more to worry about than his errant sister. 

Before you can recline, footsteps make their way steadily down the hall. You stop and listen, watching the crack beneath door. For a moment, you think it’s just your brother but the knock that follows assures you otherwise. He wouldn’t do that. 

Hm. Maybe you should ignore it. If it’s his friend, they might assume that he’s not there. They knock again. It would be rude to not answer. What if it’s an emergency? 

You get up and cross to the door. You pause for just a moment as you think about how short your pajamas are. How the top is a bit too loose so that the top button hangs a bit lower than it should. They won’t think about that. 

You open the door and choke on your voice. You’re so stunned to see Mr. Smith there, you’re certain you’re dreaming. You must have fallen asleep and not even realised. You stare as his lashes flick to mirror your surprise. 

“Eh, think I might have the wrong place,” he says. “Sorry, love.” 

“That’s quite alright. It’s... do you remember me, Mr. Smith?” 

“Oh, yes, I do recall,” his cheek twitches, “you moved on from the kiosk, yes?” 

“I moved to the home store, sir,” you explain. He was a regular down at the south end location when you worked at the small coffee pop-up near the train station. “How are you doing?” 

He looks back and forth evasively and fixes his glasses, “very good, love. As ever.” He turns back to you. “And you...” his eyes wander up the splintering door frame, “suppose serving medium roast to the masses doesn’t pay much.” 

“It’s money. This... I’m...” you’re suddenly very self-conscious. Having to say it aloud is harder than you expect. “My brother’s letting me stay over. Just until I find a new place.” 

“Oi? What happened then?” He asks with a tweaked brow. 

“Evicted. They’re upgrading my flat to let at a higher price.” 

“Hm, I don’t think that’s very legal.” 

“I didn’t either,” you shrug. “Anyhow, I hope you find whoever you’re looking for.” 

“Me too. Say, I know it’s not your neighbourhood but you wouldn’t happen to know where I might find a lad by the name of Alex?” 

“Alex?” You echo and add your last name. “That’s my brother. How do you know him?” 

His blue eyes flicker and he takes a deep breath. His cheek ticks again. He smooths his hand over his slicked back hair. 

“Is he in?” He asks. 

“Not at the moment. Can I help? I can tell him you stopped by.” You offer. 

“Mm, well, it’s rather urgent. Any way you can tell me where he is?” 

You frown, “I can give him a call but I don’t know where he’s off to.” 

“That’ll do then.” 

There’s a solemnness to his agreement. He hardly seems happy about your solution. It is rather late. You suppose he doesn’t want to be waiting around all night. 

“Would you like to wait inside?” You ask. 

His cheek dimples and gives a single nod, “alright then.” 

You step back as he enters. You spin in search of your phone as the door clicks shut gently. You scoop up your phone and filter through for your brother’s number. You tap call and put the phone to your ear. Your keenly aware of Mr. Smith pacing by the door. It must be urgent with how restless he is. 

No pick up. You try a second time to the same end. You leave a voice mail then text for good measure. You shrug as you face Mr. Smith. 

“Sorry, sir, he’s not pickin’ up. Should I tell him you stopped by?” 

“Mm, you think he’ll be back soon?” 

“Well, he left a bit ago. I’m sure he’ll be back soon. If you want to stick around, I guess you can.” 

“Sorry if I'm imposing. I don’t mean to.” 

“No, it’s fine. Not my place,” you go to the couch and fold up the blanket and stack it on the pillow. You turn back to him once more. “Would you like a cuppa? I think Alex’as at least a few bags in the cupboard.” 

“Thank you but I’m alright,” he waves you off. “Your brother... you’re close to him?” 

“Erm, he’s my brother. We’ve not been very chummy since we were kids,” you shrug. You notice how his eyes flit around the room. You squint. “Are you looking for something?” 

His blue eyes meet yours. His jaw ticks and a dire shadow fills his eyes. You squirm. 

“You’ve any idea what business your brother’s mixed up with?” He asks. 

You swallow and shake your head, “he works down at the garage, I think.” 

“Oh, does he? And he lives here? Known some mechanics in my day, they take home a decent pay,” he says. “Yet he’s livin’ in a slum like this.” 

“Well, er, I...” a trickle flows down your spine. “Mr. Smith, why are you looking for me brother?” 

His eyes drop and he tilts his head. He sighs. He tucks his hands into his pockets before he looks at your again. 

“He’s taken something from me.” 

You stare at him. His tone, his posture, his very gaze, you know what he truly means. Alex has stolen from him. But what? 

“Well, why don’t we have a look around and see if we can find it--” you suggest. 

“That won’t do. It isn’t the sort of thing you just give back and call it even,” he says dully. His demeanour shifts with his timbre. He steps closer and you shy away. “And I’m not the sort to let that sort of thing go.” 

You know Alex lies. You know better than to buy into his stories but you wanted to believe. You wanted to hope. Still, even after all is lost, you really, truly wanted it all to turn out. 

“Oh,” you swallow.  

“You see, he’s crossed me. I’m not a man to be crossed and this isn’t it about getting back what he stole. It’s about the principle of it all. About teaching him a lesson,” he comes close until you have nowhere to go. Until he is right in front of you and the couch is against your legs. “I really wish you hadn’t have been here, sweetheart.” 

Your mouth falls open. His words are like a punch in the gut. You expect worse than that by the gleam in his eyes. 

“Mr. Smith, please, you don’t have to--” 

“You don’t get it. It’s not up to me,” he grabs you by the neck and you cry out.  

You bat your lashes at him as your eyes glisten. You don’t fight. You can’t. No matter what you do, you lose. Whether it’s him, your landlord, or life in general.  

He pushes you until you sit. His grip tightens for an instant than eases. He inhales through his nose so it flares out. 

“Will you listen?” He asks. You lower your eyes and nod. He sees right through you. He already knows you’re weak. “Alright then, don’t pull nothing.” 

He rescinds his hand. Your skin tingles where his fingers had dug in. He reaches to your top button, undoing it with both hands. You shudder and let out a squeak. He continues down the shirt and lets go. The fabric opens around your naked torso. 

Your bottom lip quivers as you stare at the tailored weave of his pants. He brushes his fingertips along your hairline and down your cheek. You lock up as his touch continues down your neck and wanders along your chest. He fondles your naked tits as your top slumps down your shoulders. 

“Get up.” 

You stand as he backs up. He grabs your upper arms and turns you with him. He takes your place on the couch. He sits back and braces his thighs. 

“Finish it. Everything off.” 

You nod and keep your head down. You shrug off the shirt and untie your shorts. You shimmy them down and kick them away.  

Your eyes are drawn up by his movement. You waver as you notice his open fly. He strokes himself above the rich brown fabric of his pants. You press your hands to your stomach and shudder. 

“Get on me,” he orders. 

You sway and dare to bring your eyes up to his face. You don’t understand. Mr. Smith was always so polite. He always tipped and wished you a good day. Why would he do this? 

“Bad luck, that’s all it is,” he assures you. “Isn’t my fault, eh? Blame your thief of a brother.” 

You gulp and step up. You bend and grab his shoulders. You feel as if you might collapse at any moment. He latches onto your hip with one hand and guides you down. You ease yourself down and wince as his tip brushes between your folds. You whimper. 

He lines up with your entrance and pushes you down. You stretch around him as you whine. Your voice grows louder and louder with each inch. Your tears leak out and you puff through your teeth. You’re set alight by the shame that underlines your pain. You won’t even resist. Like everything in life, you just let it happen. 

He takes your hand and lifts it to his cheek. He leans his jaw into your palm so his beard tickles you. He holds you like that as he rocks your hips. You roll against him, following his motion as you weep softly. He groans and bites his lip. 

You hang your head as you give yourself over to him. You snivel as your core swirls with heat and your skin speckles hotly. You bring your free hand up to wipe your nose. 

“Sir, does this—will this--” you can barely speak or think, “my brother...” 

He growls and pulls your hand further, hooking your arm around his neck as he forces you closer. 

“I’m still going to break his fucking hands,” he snarls. “But I think I’ll keep you too. Show him what it’s like to lose something.” 

You sob and nod. He runs his hand away from yours and up your arm. He nudges your chin up as he keeps your hips moving. 

He groans and grunts through shallow breaths, “don’t be sad, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Better than this heap.” 

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Sweet and Spicy AU Masterlist

Thor | Whisked Away 1 🍰 2 🍰 3 🍰 4

Raymond Smith | To a Tea 1 ☕ 2 ☕ 3

Loki | Bittersweet 1 🍫

Nick Fowler | Muddled Waters 1 🍹 2

[peyton-warren]

Help a girl break her writer's block

I have been fighting bad writer's block for a while (years). And dealing with some mental health issues. So I am running away this weekend to a place with no cell service, just mountains and a river and a tent and my dog, with a brand new notebook and a pretty pen that writes beautifully.

Now here's where you come in....

I need prompts. I need new prompts. I wanna ignore my WIPs and dive into new stuff, drabbles, one shots, what have you to get my writer's block out of the way. I'm hoping by doing this it'll help me get back into the stories I know some of you are patiently waiting for me to finish (Blinded by the Fog, The Art of Resilience, Stick Handling ).

So send me your thoughts, thots and prompts for our favorite muses. You have til Thursday Night (Mountain Time Zone in North America) to make it into my new notebook.

Here's a list of characters I will write for/ want to write for.

Anders Lassen

Aril Levinson

Billy Butcher

Cavillrine 

Curtis Everett

Daryl Dixon

David “Deacon” Kay 

Dean Winchester

Eddie Munson

Evan Marshall

Franklin Clay

Geralt of Rivia

Gus March-Phillipps

Hannibal King 

Jake Jensen

James 'Logan" Howlett/ Wolverine

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Raymond Smith

Sherlock Holmes (Cavill Version)

Syverson

Wade Wilson/ Deadpool

Walter Marshall

Tagging my tag lists for more traction. Please reblog and share.

General Tag List: @littleone65, @mysweetlittledesire, @jvanilly, @identity2212, @avengersfan25,

@ellethespaceunicorn @foxyjwls007 @gummydummy19 , @cynic-spirit , @rosecentury Anders Lassen Tag List: @wunder-blunder Blinded by the Fog Tag List: @mis-lil-red, @sconnie-doesnt-know, @ronearoundblindly @toooldforobsessions , @hooomansstuff HC Tag LIst: @m07belzen, @used-to-be-bourbonwithice, @hawklin, @geralts-yenn @summersong69, @sillyrabbit81 @mistressmkay Syverson tag list: @mrsevans90 Between a Wolf & Hard Place Tag List: @zealoushound Hidden Sun Tag List: @enchantedbytomandhenry @red42985 @liecastillo @lokislittlewarrior @littleone65

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

My first entry for my 3.6k drabble celebration!

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

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Prompt - You tried to kill me three days ago

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

Instead he was relieved. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he shoot her? Yes.

But he knew it wouldn’t kill her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even now she craved his touch. 

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

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

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

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

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[make-me-imagine]

Valentines Day 2023 Masterlist

Here are the links to everything I wrote for Valentines Day 2023.

Note: All fics are Gender Neutral Reader Inserts.

Leverage:

Eliot Spencer x Reader: 'My First Valentine' (fluff/drabble)

Eliot Spencer x Reader: 'What You Want the Most' (fluff/romance)

Harry Wilson x Reader: 'Flowers and Confessions' (fluff/cute)

Top Gun:

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader: 'In Your Dreams' (angst/fluff)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader: 'Love Is Stored in Post-It Notes' (fluff)

Top Gun Valentines Scenario Game

MCU:

Peter Maximoff x Reader: 'Disheveled Confession' (fluff/cute)

Stephen Strange x Reader: 'Only You' (romance/cute)

Scott Summers x Reader: 'More Than Anything' (angst/fluff)

Shang-Chi x Reader: 'My Person' (fluff/romance)

Stargate:

John Sheppard x Reader: 'A New Experience' (cute/fluff)

9-1-1:

Lou Ransone x Reader: 'Valentines Day Morning' (domestic fluff/drabble)

The Gentlemen:

Raymond Smith x Reader: 'Exactly My Type' (romantic/cute)

Star Trek SNW:

Spock x Reader: 'Two Hearts, Eight Words' (romance/cute)

Enola Holmes:

Sherlock Holmes x Reader: 'Cheers To Us' (romantic/cute)

[dreamlandcreations]

Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Christmas Drabble Advent Day 25 - Christmas Bake

This is Day 25 of my Christmas Drabble Advent. The full masterlist can be found here > Advent Masterlist

Happy holidays to all that celebrate! 💕✨🎄

Pairing - Raymond Smith x reader

Summary - You and Ray always celebrate christmas in style, eating quality food and smoking quality green.

Warnings - Drug Use

“I’m home, love!”

Raymond’s voice rings out through the hallway and you grin, running through just so that you can wrap your arms around him.

“Oof, easy now, my darling. Let me get my jacket off.”

You oblige him and shift from foot to foot. You’re too excited to stay still, Ray’s dressed smart for your night together and you’re raring to get stuck into your feast.

“Are you ready to eat?”

“It smells lovely! Just one thing we gotta do before we get stuck in,” he grinned, pulling a freshly rolled joint from his pocket.

“How could I forget?”

[figsnpassionfruits]

Hi :§ i wanted to ask if you are taking arthur morgan requests?

hello, lovely! unfortunately, i am not taking any requests rn, since i am focused on finishing or continuing my arthur morgan fic. but i am definitely planning to open those at one point!

however, requests for drabbles and just ranting about thoughts are always open <33

here are the list of people I write / respond those for:

arthur morgan dean winchester raymond smith thor odinson

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

WIP Game

I was tagged by @whatever-lmaoo Thank you so much!!!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

The Night Library - Vampire Jax Teller/OFC

Up the Spiral Staircase - King Arthur/OFC

Wasteland Baby - Philip Graves/Reader

Flowers on the Front Stoop - Joe Velasco/Reader

On Love and Botany - Raymond Smith/OFC

The Ornithologist - Simon Riley/Reader

Tagging @rayslittlekitten @laurfilijames @makeyoumine69 @deathbecomesnerds @chaos-4baby @drabbles-mc

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Writer Q&A Tag

Thank you @reidslovely for the tag! Anyone who wants to join can <3

How many complete fics/oneshots do you have (that you have not published (yet))? I think zero!

How many WIPS do you have right now? Two. Including this long enemies to lovers with Peter that's kicking my butt lol

Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? Mostly original ideas, but I'm not opposed to the occasional request!

How many fandoms do you write for? Three (Marvel, Stranger Things, and Top Gun: Maverick)

Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past, that you no longer write for? Not yet!

Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or other? Reader inserts

Niche fandoms/characters you write for? Lol Druig feels niche at this point. I've been wanting to write for Raymond Smith from The Gentlemen, which also feels a bit niche now

Do you read fics as well as write them? Yes. They inspired me to write in the first place!

What is your favorite genre (angst/fluff/whump/etc) to write for? Fluff maybe? I want to get better at angst though

What is your favorite trope (to read and/or write)? I'm a sucker for a good friends to lovers fic

What do you do to get motivated to write? Nothing. I wait for the motivation gods to bless me

Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? Smut haha

Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? Maybe The Gentlemen? Or Steve Harrington

How long have you been writing fanfiction? Just over a year now! (Thanks all)

Did you read fanfiction before you started writing? Lol well before. Started reading ten years ago

Do you only post on tumblr, or other sites as well? (feel free to promote). Just Tumblr

What do you personally consider the word counts of "drabbles", "oneshots" and "fics" (+other?)? I don't. I type and hope for the best

Which do you prefer to write more? Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots/Fics, Multi-Chapter Stories, or other? I enjoyed the long (20k words) fics I wrote but don't have the energy for them at the moment :/

Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? It's not discontinued, but I've tried writing part 3 of Misattribution of Arousal and haven't gotten far. I don't know enough about frat boys lol

What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on tumblr? Reader inserts that aren't inclusive!! Please let me know if I write anything that feels exclusive to you as the reader

Do you write at a particular time of day? At night mostly. I think the deadline of having to go to bed motivates me

Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write, or do you need silence? I need music of some sort. Some random playlists on YT work

Do you outline your fics at all before writing? If they're long, then yes. If they're easy one shots, I just write until a story really develops

Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? I try to schedule in the evenings on weekends -- prime time baby

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Miss me?

A Raymond Smith x gn!reader drabble

It's been so long since I wrote for Ray I've almost forgotten how to do it, but here we go!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: implied/referenced smut, alcohol, clubbing, dom/sub dynamics

Tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier @rayslittlekitten @nessrove @flaireandsynch @autumnleaves1991-blog @youflickedtooharddamnit @darkravenqueen98 @waywardimpalawriter @samanthaisnthome @placeinthemiddleofnowhere @dreamxcollide @misshoneybee @kesskirata @green-socks @nosoul-noheart @evyiione

Downing the last of your drink, you hold your free hand up in a sign for Ash to wait for you so you can join her on the dance floor. It’s mostly water at the bottom, faintly red and very sweet from leftover grenadine, with tiny chunks of ice that haven’t melted yet.

“Let’s go!” You shout over the music, taking her outreached hand and letting her pull you onto your feet. All around you are jumping, dancing, drinking strangers, bathed in green light. May and James are already carving out a spot in the middle of the dance floor and you join them, letting May spin you in a circle while you shriek with laughter. This was not part of your original plan for tonight but you enjoy it all the same, knowing it might be a while before all of you are able to meet up like this again.

Another hour and another couple of drinks pass before you spot a familiar figure heading in your direction. He looks out of place in his slacks, white shirt, tie and coat. Ray finds you at the edge of the dance floor. You drape your arms over his shoulders, bump your nose against his.

“Hi, babe,” you crow into his ear “you miss me?” You intended to wait for him at home but once he told you that his flight was several hours delayed, you joined your friends for a night out instead and Ray promised he’d come straight from the airport to pick you up. He grabs you by the back of your neck and brings you into a heated kiss. You take it that the answer is ‘yes’. He lets up but doesn’t let go.

“Tell your friends you’re going home,” Ray orders, voice carrying even over the music “Don’t want them thinking you’ve been snatched up by some creep.” There’s the faintest glimmer of white as he shows his teeth in a wide grin. You nod, but delay by nuzzling at his neck and inhaling the scent there.

“There’s always a bathroom in case you can’t wait until we get home.” You suggest, lips close to his ear. He guffaws. Pulls back so he can look you in the eye.

“You want me to fuck you in that filth?” Ray shakes his head “No, love, you’re getting a nice, warm bed.” He reaches for your hand and you give it to him, letting your fingers intertwine. You’ve missed this simple act. He’s not much for PDA so even just holding hands in such a crowded place feels significant.

”That’s what you said last time,” you remind him “and as I recall we didn’t make it past the hallway.” He remains unfazed as he begins tugging you along with him toward your friends that are still dancing.

“That’s because you weren’t properly dressed.” He calls back over his shoulder. If anyone overhears, they don’t react. And to be honest you don’t think you’d care if they did.

“Who says I’m properly dressed now?” You shoot back, emboldened by the alcohol warming your belly. Ray stops. He spins to face you and his blue eyes are like fire. He glares at you as if trying to discern whether you’re telling the truth or just teasing. Either way, the consequences will be largely the same. You try to keep your features neutral. Finally, he leans in. Puts his mouth close enough to your ear that it tickles when he speaks.

“Go talk to your friends.” A shiver runs down your spine, tongue suddenly feeling dry and heavy in your mouth. You nod, then hurry to obey.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To a Tea 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc. 

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU 

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary:  A demanding customer grows increasingly needy.

Character:  Raymond Smith

The title is a pun, don’t @ me.

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved. 

You don’t often miss work, but that week, a burst pipe throws everything off. A morning spent waiting on your landlord, then the next few hours for a plumber, has things a bit off kilter. Even the next day, you’re not quite back on point. 

The patched wall next to fridge reminds you of the disaster and a dingy smell persists. You hope it doesn’t cling to you as you set off for your shift that day. If you can, you want to pick up some hours from others if their up for grabs. Harry doesn’t like Saturday’s, maybe he’ll hand over some. 

You try to leave your problems behind as you catch a bus down to the city centre. You get to the tea shop five minutes before the hour. Jenna’s wrapping up the opening tasks as you go to leave your things in the back. You tie on your apron and unlock the front door for the first customers of the day. 

At first, it’s a trickle. Never very much at all. The early risers who often come alone or if they aren’t, they don’t speak much or very loudly. The smell of fresh baking and the slow rising sun add to the lazy din. 

“Thought the special was strawberry today,” you comment as you transfer macarons from a cooled tray to the display. 

“Eh, it was but we didn’t have enough jam,” she shrugs. “Changed the sign, is all.” 

“Ah, thought my mind was lagging again. Everything’s been off since yesterday.” 

“Eh, how’s the apartment, anyhow? Marilyn said it was something about a leak?” 

“Burst pipe,” you explain, “they took out the wall above the sink, buncha clanging all day. When I tell you this place is like heaven.” 

She chuckles, “can be.” 

“There’s a formal tea booked in the Marigold Room at noon,” she intones, “forgot to mention that. With Mother’s day coming up, suppose we’ll get more bookings.” 

“Suppose,” you go to check the schedule hanging on the wall. “Party of twelve, wow.” 

“I’ll man the till. Honest, since those ladies at New Years, I’ve hated doing them.” 

“No problem, Harry should be here, shouldn’t he?” 

“Well, he’s... called in.” 

“Again?” You whine as you face her. 

“Are you really surprised?” She scoffs. 

“No one else to cover? Not even Louisa?” 

“Nah, she’s on holiday still.” 

You huff, “fine. Not much of a choose then, is it?” 

🫖

The tea room is as close to raucous as you’ve ever heard it. You have your back to the rest of the shop as you balance the stacked serving trays with an array of sponge cake, fruit, and biscuits. It’s the typical assortment for a tea party booking. 

You’ve already served the tea and the sandwiches, and dessert is the last bit, along with any further pots needed to be steeped throughout. With a partner, it isn’t hard to keep up, but alone, it’s rather overwhelming. Jenna does her best to assist but there aren’t many lulls around lunch time. 

Beyond that, the tourists are chatty. You could hardly get away to fetch each course as they wanted to chat about the culture and your suggestions of what they should do next. It’s nice that they’re friendly but still stressful. 

You put the trays on the cart and roll it around the counter. As you do, you nearly skid to a halt. In the rush, you hadn’t noticed him. Your eyes meet Raymond’s as he watches you. Intent, intense. You give an apologetic smile and nod in acknowledgement. Jenna wanted to deal with the main room, she’ll have to wipe down his table and do her best. 

You roll behind the wall and into the Marigold room. You present the tray and grab it by the ring at the top, lifting it onto the centre of the table. You roll around to gather the empty plates and cups, taking two pots for refill. 

You come back out and see Raymond standing, just as he was. He sees you too. Watching, hands folded, knuckles white, jaw set. He’s usually patient but you don’t know how long he’s been waiting. 

You roll behind the counter and sigh, clearing off the cart as Jenna steams a tea latte. 

“Can you wipe Raymond’s table?” You ask. 

“Who?” She furrows her brow. 

You glance over your shoulder toward the man in question and she follows. She rolls her eyes, “I tried, I wiped the the table. He didn’t sit.” 

“Hm, well... did you wash your hands first?” 

“Christ Almighty, what is he a child?” 

“Jen, he’s just... you know, my mom’s the same. He can’t help it.” 

“You can deal with him. I won’t be arsed,” she sniffs, “he was rude and you know I don’t got time for those ones.” 

“Jenna, I’m kinda up to my eyes,” you dump the used bags from a pot. “I know he can be prickly but just wash your hands and redo the table.” 

“Ugh, fine,” she sneers, “but you owe me.” 

“Let’s call it even,” you retort as you pour boiling water into the pots mouth. 

She shakes her head and huffs, “guess it is.” 

🫖

It’s nearly three in the afternoon. It’s quiet. Harry’s on his phone instead of doing the cups and your wiping the empty tables to keep yourself moving. The door opens and you glance over to make sure Harry’s alert. He’s not. 

Doesn’t matter. It’s him. Raymond. You stand and clutch the cloth tight in your hand as you greet him. 

“Be right with you, Raymond,” you assure him. 

He barely looks at you as he goes to wait next to his table. You go behind the counter and mutter under your breath in Harry’s direction, “...dirty cups.” You wash your hands and make sure to clink some of the empty porcelain in an effort to draw your coworker’s attention. He’s still entranced by his phone. 

You take the disinfectant wipes and go back out. You approach Raymond as he checks his watch. 

“How are you today?” You ask. 

He grumbles and shrugs, “fine.” 

“English Breakfast, black,” you declares as you finish wiping up, “usual.” 

“So you remember,” he challenges as he steps close, closer than ever, before sidling around to sit. 

“Of course, I always do,” you smile. 

“And last time?” 

“Last time...” 

“Twice.” 

You’re confused. What is he talking about? 

“I came on Tuesday and you weren’t here. Then on Thursday, you didn’t even say hello.” 

“Oh, well, I’m sorry, Raymond, it was a busy day. Tuesday, I had a personal emergency so I didn’t even know you’d been in--” 

“I’ll have my tea now,” he interjects tersely. 

“Right, tea,” you confirm and spin around. 

“Crooked strings,” he remarks dully, “again.” 

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Pajama Party Drabbles

Fantod - Thor

Tenebrific - Captain Syverson

Dyspathy - Tony Stark

Retrogradation - Raymond Smith

Compotation - Sam Wilson

Unparadiz’d - Ransom Drysdale

[waywardodysseys]

Hi! Here is your next assignment for the Dirty Charlie Drabble Challenge! ✨

You chose Raymond Smith … with the kink outfit kink (those jeans with that tie and that vest) …

Your 3 words are …

chest • pressed • undressed

Hope you have fun with this combination! Excited to see how you write it! 😋

💯 words exactly! Hope you enjoy this one!

You’re undressed in mere seconds once you walk into the bedroom. Ray’s mouth hungrily against yours as you claw at the outfit that makes you weak in the knees - the black vest and maroon tie, those dark jeans. When he wore this particular outfit it made you wanton with desire.

He pushes you down against the mattress, his clothed chest pressed against your bare one. He situates himself between your open legs, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck.

He then kneels, begins removing his clothing. You stop him. “No! Keep your clothes on!”

Ray wickedly grins. “As you wish…”

[band--psycho]

Fic Recs - August 2023

I'm sorry I've been a bit quiet on here the last few weeks- but keep your eyes peeled because I'm planning something exciting!!

In the meantime, I know it's been a hot minute since I've done a list of recs that I absolutely love; so I thought it was about time I did one!

I hope you all enjoy these as much as I have! 💛

Mayans MC

Gilly Lopez

Gilly Lopez x Reader by @withmyteeth

Gilly Lopez x Reader by @darklydeliciousdesires

Gilly Lopez x Reader - Weekend Getaway by @drabbles-mc

Gilly Lopez x Reader-By The Fire by @cositapreciosa

Johnny 'Coco' Cruz

Coco Cruz x Redaer- Hushed Whispers by @purestxblood

Coco Cruz x Reader by @bullet-prooflove

Coco x Reader by @menofchaos

Marauders

Remus Lupin

Modern!Remus Lupin x Reader by @pray4saint

Remus Lupin x Reader by @lizard-on-a-window-pane

Remus Lupin x Reader by @theemporium

Remus Lupin x Reader-Let Me Ride You by @mrsmikaelsxn

Remus Lupin x Reader -It's Okay by @micheleamidalajedi

Sirius Black

Sirius Black x Reader-Unexpected Results by @xacatalepsyx

Sirius Black x Reader-Delicate by @whorediaries-09

Sirius Black x Reader by @yrluvjane

Poly!Marauders

Poly!Marauders x Reader- Negligence by @futurecorps3

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader by @ghostlyfleur

Steve Harrington x Reader - Meet After In The Afterglow by @upsidedownwithsteve

Steve Harrington x Reader - BETTY by @supernovafics

Steve Harrington x Reader- Buried Feelings by @sweet-villain

Steve Harrington x Reader- Birthday Dream by @lisalay00

Steve Harrington x Reader - Summer Love by @26wh57

Other

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader- Moments Series by @fayes-fics

Harvey Specter x Reader- My Tailor by @fox-bee926

Raymond Smith x Reader x Tangerine-Who You Belong To by @youvebeenlivingfictional

Negan x Reader - Infinity by @little-diable

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Three Times Feelings Went Unspoken, and the One Time It Was by @seishuswife

Steve Harrington x Reader by @ghostlyfleur

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader by @ragingbookdragon

Jinx x Reader - But I Miss You, I'm Sorry by @the-dumpster-fire-of-life

Cal Kestis x Reader - I'm Headed To The Mountains by @spacesurfing