#raymond smith x female reader
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Expensive
Pairing: Raymond Smith x female reader
Words: 4.3k
Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol. Fingering and oral sex (F receiving). Light dom/sub dynamics. Unprotected intercourse. Name calling (slut).
Summary: PWP but with feelings. Some saucy fun in lavish lingerie and a romp on the floor in front of the fireplace with our generous gentleman Ray.
A/N: I finally did it. I wrote for Raymondo. I've wanted to ever since I first watched The Gentlemen and finally landed an idea to have fun with. Enjoy!
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Ray knew you were there before he even stepped foot inside the house.
It wasn’t planned; no discussion was had about you paying him a visit or spending time together tonight, but he had caught on to your devious plan by the tone of your voice when he spoke on the phone with you earlier, your excitement in your scheming not slipping past him.
He didn’t miss much, always attentive and observant to anything going on around him, but when it came to you he didn’t ever miss a thing.
He walked quietly to the porch, the sound of his shoes crunching against the wet grit on the bricks and the softness of the steady rain hitting his jacket the only noises registering in his ears, and unlocked the door just as he did any other night, though knowing you were waiting for him inside made his homecoming after a long day that much more appealing.
The intoxicating scent of your perfume hit him as soon as he stepped through the threshold, the smell of it so familiar and welcoming even with it being faint in the distance between where he assumed you waited for him in the living room and the entryway.
Not wanting to ruin your fun by not playing along with your little game, Ray walked through to the kitchen, acting as if he didn’t notice that your coat was draped over the back of one of the chairs or that you’d already helped yourself to the bottle of wine that he had a glass out of the night before; the level of the crisp red now sitting at the halfway mark rather than just below the neck.
He opened the cupboard that kept his glassware, reaching for one glass, then a second, a smile tugging at his lips when he heard your short, disappointed sigh.
“Spoilsport.”
“You quite like making yourself at home, don't you?” he asked, eyebrows raised as he filled both glasses with water; hydration favoured over the craveable taste of wine or scotch for the games he intended to play next.
“Breaking and entering is a felony…” he purred, removing his jacket while maintaining eye contact with you.
“It isn’t when the homeowner has gifted you the key needed to open the front door whenever you please.”
He sighed, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, “I told you I was busy.”
“I don't like being told no.”
Ray grabbed the water glasses and slowly made his way into the living room, depositing one on the small table beside the chair you were sprawled out in wearing nothing but a stunning set of lingerie.
He blinked quickly, a display of his rising frenzy, turning on his heels and taking a seat on the chair opposite you after looking you up and down.
You smiled, watching him cross his legs and fold his hands in his lap, staring at you intently like he was blatantly ignoring the fact that you were nearly naked and the balcony-style bra barely covered your nipples, the material that did cover them see-through.
“You don’t like being told no,” he spoke slowly, repeating your words to clarify or mock, you weren’t sure.
“No,” you said through a grin, uncrossing and recrossing your own legs to show off your crotchless panties, running your finger teasingly up along your stockings before adjusting the clips that connected them to the garter belt around your waist.
A groan that was hardly audible sounded from him as he sighed, taking a long sip out of his glass while watching you over the rim.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, rising from his seat where he unbuttoned his cardigan and peeled it off his broad shoulders, revealing another layer of pristine clothing underneath.
“I’m quite certain a smart man such as yourself can think of something.”
“Flattery won’t help you now, darling,” he warned, having stalked over to you where he hovered above you dominantly.
“I appreciate you using a coaster,” he nodded to your wine glass. “At least you listen to some of the things you’re told.”
You sucked in a sharp breath in amusement at his comment, clasping the long-stemmed glass in question where you brought it to your ruby coloured lips.
“I strive to be a good girl.”
“You’re going to need to prove that.”
Ray couldn’t help but smirk, not at all serious about being displeased that you were here, feeling quite the opposite, in fact, even if you weren’t primed and ready to provide him with anything he asked.
He had regretted it immediately when he told you that morning that you wouldn't be seeing each other tonight, the usual comforting warmth of his tea tasting bitter on his tongue after he had said it, knowing all the while that all he really wanted was to relax with you and indulge in every simple pleasure imaginable, his chest tightening with hope that you would be your defiant self when you accepted his denial with a simple and suspiciously bright ‘okay’.
You returned his smile, shifting slightly in your seat on account of how adoringly he was looking at you, your arousal and need for him growing as you watched him unfasten the buttons on each cuff of his shirtsleeves and began rolling them up his toned forearms.
The wearied look in his eyes was highlighted by his glasses, his features appearing more serious than they usually were, making your heart ache in wanting to take away whatever it was that was worrying him.
“You look expensive,” he spoke quietly, almost a whisper, his focus still on his shirt as he rolled the second sleeve neatly to his elbow.
“I am expensive, Ray,” you quipped, your tone light but quiet as well.
One eyebrow rose at your answer, his head tilting slightly as his arms fell back to his side and he straightened himself, looking down at you.
You reached forward, smoothing your hand over his stomach, unfastening the buttons on his waistcoat effortlessly before grabbing onto his tie to pull him closer to you.
The smell of his almost worn off cologne and rich beard oil mixed with a sweeter hint of tobacco and marijuana, awakening more desire in you and making you draw in a deeper breath to try to capture more of it, of him, as you brought your face closer to his body, his warmth radiating off of him and making you moan softly.
Ray followed your silent directions as you continued to tug on his tie, kneeling in front of you, his blue eyes warm and bright compared to how they appeared a short moment ago.
Your body tensed slightly when his hands landed on your knees, his thumbs brushing them gently while you pulled the knot out of his tie and slipped it from his collar, admiring every part of his chest that was revealed to you as you undid each button on his striped shirt that now held wrinkles in it despite having been meticulously ironed that morning.
“What’s the price?” Ray inquired, running his long fingers up your thigh to make it tremble under his soft strokes.
You smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, slipping your hands under his shirt to caress over his strong, smooth muscles.
Watching his eyelids fall shut as he relaxed into your touch, you continued to rub him, moving everywhere you could from his neck down to the flaxen hairs that crept out from the top of his jeans, and back up again where you found his steady heartbeat.
You stilled, your palm resting where his heart began to thump harder against it, his eyes opening in realization as to what your price was.
He smiled, bringing out the creases around his eyes and mouth, a twinkle shining in them that made your own heart leap. His hands came up to hold your cheeks, his eyes traveling down from yours to your lips, his tongue peeking out to lick his own quickly before he leaned forward and kissed you.
It was almost liberating to think that you didn't have a clue that he had settled the cost pretty much the moment he met you, that he would continue to pay with it over and over until you did realize you had captured his solitary heart, but in the meantime he would take every bit of joy out of pretending he owed you a fortune of his love.
You sighed into his kiss, any tension you felt leaving your body as you relished in the feel of his tongue and the softness of his beard on your chin and lips, arching your back in order to get yourself closer to him and deepen it.
Continuing to kiss until many moments were gone unnoticed, you tangled your fingers in his neatly fixed hair, disrupting it enough that your nails ran over his scalp and sent tingles down his spine, rousing him from this alluring inebriation.
A low growl sounded from him as he dug his fingers into the flesh on your thighs, looking at you with a dark hunger that sparked your soul and every other wanton desire waiting to be set free.
“Stand up, turn around, and bend over.”
His demand came out between heaving breaths, his resolve quickly tumbling apart before you, and with a sweet smile and love in your eyes for the man you would obey without hesitation, you slowly stood.
Ray never broke eye contact with you, his dominance clear and resolute despite him being the one on his knees while you stood tall above him, a trusting assurance glowing in his crystal blue eyes that you always saw whenever you were with him.
Feeling reluctant to turn away from him but eager for what was next all at once, you did, biting your lip as you hinged at your hips and gripped the back of the chair you had been sitting in, leaning forward to stick your ass out invitingly.
You gasped, Ray’s lips and silky beard meeting the inside of your right thigh, peppering kisses up along it and back down again slowly, his mouth tracing the edge of your stocking.
The wood frame of the chair creaked under your grasp as Ray continued to tease you, his lips and hands sending you into a frenzy that you had to try to contain, your legs shifting to rub them together and present yourself even more to him.
“Patience,” he chimed, fully aware of what he was doing to you, making your head fall between your arms that braced in front of you.
The gold ring that sat on his pinky caught on your nylons as he ran his hand up the inside of your leg once more, the tip of his thumb grazing your folds with a teasing nudge that made you let out a breathy sigh when he reached the apex of them.
“You’re beautiful,” he praised, his confident and evenly-toned voice softer. “And you’re mine.”
You felt so powerful, knowing he was admiring every bit of you with genuine interest and affection, his attention to detail carried over to the most intimate parts of your body, all while reminding you of his claim on you that made you soar higher than ever.
“Fuck, Ray…” you hissed, your grip hardening on the chair as his nose skimmed beside your aching core, his long, slow inhale echoing loudly in your ears.
He groaned appreciatively when his tongue swiped through your wet, immediately going back for more with a second broad stroke, your legs already shaking from how good it felt.
Your whines grew as his tongue probed inside you, taking turns with angling his chin to reach the front of you and flicking your clit while his nose buried in your soaked cunt, the precision in his pattern and rhythm bringing you dangerously close to your climax.
He wouldn’t let you have it quite that easy though, and halting his feast on you, he gave one last lick around your puckered hole and slapped your cheek as he abandoned you completely, standing with a low groan.
Running a hand over his beard, he stared you down maliciously, amused at the sight of you still bent over and writhing, your core a soppy mess just waiting to be fucked by him.
“Go over there and wait for me,” he spoke steadily, a contrast from how his chest rose and fell sharply and his cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush.
Unsteady legs brought you over to the space in front of the fireplace, and you watched with a restlessness as Ray reached for a remote on the coffee table, pressing a button before placing it back in its spot.
The fireplace ignited with a loud fwoosh, the propane instantly bringing flames up to a roaring burn, the sound startling you and making you jump.
“Nothing to be afraid of…” he cooed, smirking at you, his playful reassurance making your need for him burst just as the fire had.
He stood there watching you for a moment, slowly peeling off his waistcoat that had been left open along with his shirt, leaving you unsure what to do with yourself in the meantime.
You let your hand travel slowly down your chest, grazing between your breasts and lower until you reached your exposed core, only to be stopped.
“Ah, ah,” he tutted, his eyebrows high on his forehead.
Although you let out a huff, you did your best to hide your disappointment, willing patience to grace you as you continued to watch him undress himself layer by layer, and far slower than he needed to.
To make matters worse, Ray proceeded to neatly fold his clothes and place them on the sofa, effectively running up any patience you had mustered, leaving you to take in his perfectly sculpted body and his ivory skin that called for your lips to touch.
“Jesus, Ray…” you muttered, only to quiet yourself with the look he gave you.
He extended his finger, pointing at the floor beside you, unclasping his watch from his wrist with the other hand.
“On the ground.”
His order was calm and collected, as if you expected anything less from him, and you licked your lips as you sank down to the carpet that was already warm from the fire, feeling your arousal drip from you as you moved.
“Now,” he said, taking his glasses off and placing them carefully beside his pile of clothes. “What to do with you…” he pondered out loud, stalking over to you as he grasped his hard cock with his hand and began stroking it.
“Put me out of my fucking misery…” you complained under your breath, squirming on your knees.
He grinned, “Ah, just a naughty girl begging to have her cunt filled in.”
His accusation washed over you like a drug, making your attitude vanish as quickly as his words came off his tongue, unable but also not wanting to deny that what he said was completely true.
Standing tall in front of you now, he glanced down at you, his mouth parted slightly, his hand still pumping his shaft as he brought it close to your face.
“Yes, Ray,” you whispered, ready to beg and worship at his feet if you had to, feeling the most desperate you ever had for that cock and how intensely he always pleasured you.
He tapped his leaking head against your cheek, and you sucked in a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent as you subtly titled your head closer to his groin, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting all of him.
“As you wish.”
Ray stepped behind you, his finger tracing along your jawline softly so that your head tipped back, relishing in such a simple touch that would only be the beginning of so much more.
He joined you on the floor, kneeling directly behind you so his strong quads met the back of your thighs, his cock nudging at your folds to tease you. His hands wrapped around your front, one traveling upward while the other went down, landing on your throat and your hot cunt where he stopped, his mouth beside your ear.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, the depth of his voice making you shiver.
“You.”
His breath fanned out on your searing skin when he chuckled softly, “You have me.”
He kissed your neck, his lips slow to move but powerful in their action; sucking and pressing into your flesh, his teeth gliding along where your pulse hammered furiously.
You moaned, the sensation of his kisses and the way his deft fingers toyed with your nipple already making you insane with lust, and when he slipped his other fingers inside you, you prayed for him to never stop.
He always knew exactly how to build you up quickly, removing his fingers from you where he rubbed your clit with your slick while continuing to pinch your nipple through the thin lace of your bra, his cock sliding back and forth between your legs where it threatened to breach your entrance as he moved his hips.
Hazy from ecstasy, you didn’t notice when Ray had reached for a pillow off the chair beside you and placed it in front of you, the tartan fabric soft to your touch when you leaned forward and grabbed onto it with both hands.
“Fuck…” Ray hissed, admiring the view you provided him with as he stroked you from behind, his fingers easily sliding in and out of you again.
You moved down onto your elbows, thankful for his consideration for having them cushioned by the pillow and not the hardwood floor, but knew you would sacrifice having bruises mark your skin for this without question.
He exchanged his fingers for his cock, pressing his engorged head against your hole, smearing his precum onto you in slow, circular motions until he couldn't wait any longer.
A long moan came from him as he pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch, savouring every moment of it until he filled you completely. Slowly, he dragged back out, his cock coated in your milky wet that made his mouth water and eager for more, slamming back into you where you cried and jolted forward slightly from his force.
Ray didn’t hold back, letting out all of the day’s frustrations on you while also conveying everything you made him feel, thrusting into you harshly until a layer of sweat broke out over his skin.
It was difficult to keep yourself upright on your elbows, his vigorous tempo forcing you onto your chest, feeling his body lower down to cover your back where he kept up his brutal pace.
Gripping under your left leg, Ray guided it up to lay at an angle, his hand slipping under your body to reach around for your clit, massaging it with perfectly rough strokes while his cock pummeled your g-spot with each blow.
Spit smeared over the plaid pattern of the pillow, your mouth unable to control the evidence of your pleasure between that and your cries, the sound of your wet skin meeting with his sending you close to the edge.
“Ray…I’m- fuck! I’m close!” you wailed, the admission of it making your climax barrel forward faster.
You clenched around him, rolling your hips up and back against his in a hurried, desperate pace, the seconds of waiting for him to grant you permission feeling like a cruel eternity.
“Are you?” he asked, a hint of malice laced in his tone.
He stopped rubbing your clit, halting your orgasm in its tracks, your grip on the pillow loosening slightly as you whined in frustration.
“You know you’re to fucking ask,” he reminded you, his voice somehow calm and his expression composed as you glanced over your shoulder at him.
You dared to smile at him, making him tilt his head in warning and resume his barrage on you, fucking you harder than before.
“Fuck, Ray!” you whined, the rate at which he brought you right back to where he left you making you tingle from head to toe, that blissful heat coiling at the base of your spine.
Somehow, you managed to bring yourself back up onto your hands, meeting his thrusts with your hips in a frantic need, his hand returning between your legs to circle your swollen bud while his other tore at your chest, pulling at the lace covering your breasts until they fell out of their covering.
“Fuck!” he roared, pawing at your tits as they shook to his movements, his own climax not far off.
His grunts spurred you on, hearing how good you made him feel taking you to a place of no return, and you rushed to ask for your permission before it was too late.
“Can I come, Ray?” you cried, your words coming out as a weak and trembling mess as you did your best to hold off the inevitable.
“Yes! Fuck…” he breathed. “Come around that cock you fucking slut!” he growled, his pace increasing as he fucked you senseless, throwing you into one of the most intense orgasms he had ever given you.
You shuddered as you choked him with your cunt, grinding on his fingers that remained firm on your clit, feeling your high bring out his own as he pounded you harder and harder until he pulsed inside you, generously dragging out your climax with his.
Ray watched his cock slide in and out of you, creamy cum leaking out with it as he did, slowing his movements gradually as you both came down from your highs, the sound of your ragged breathing the only thing heard over the soft roar of the powered flames coming from the fireplace.
Sweat glistened in the dip of your lower back, and you couldn’t look more heavenly as you glowed from the heat on your skin and the wetness between your legs, your luxurious set of lingerie beautifully disheveled.
Trails of sweat dripped down his own body, and as he remained inside you until he no longer could, he smoothed his hair back with his hands, fixing the stray pieces that had been misplaced during his efforts.
He leaned over and retrieved his glasses from the sofa, replacing them on his face with a few quick blinks, watching out of the corner of his eye as you carefully stood on wobbly legs from your spot, trying not to make a mess on the expensive threads that were soft on your feet.
Ray gracefully laid down on the carpet, his chest rising and falling heavily as he relaxed, his hand splayed across his abdomen comfortably while the other arm rested above his head.
Nothing was said as you grabbed your bag where it sat against the wall between the living room and kitchen, getting your clothes out to get ready to make your exit, not wanting to disrupt Ray’s night more than you already had.
He sighed, his glasses pushing up as he pinched his nose with his fingers, wishing you didn’t feel the need to whisk yourself away like you were nothing more to him than something to wet his cock.
Taking a deep inhale and blowing it slowly out through his mouth, he tipped his head, able to watch you where he knew you had strategically placed yourself between pieces of furniture for him to see.
You were bent over, stepping your feet into your shoes after having slipped your skirt over your waist, your bare pussy that he had just finished ruining on full display in those crotchless panties Ray knew he would be thinking about for days after.
“Come back over here.”
His voice cut through the room with a demand to be heard, making you pause in reaching for your shirt, a smile tugging at your lips.
“I’ll count to three.”
Once again, his warning came out far gentler than it should, his ability to so nonchalantly list off orders in that sultry voice making excitement bloom in your belly.
You turned on your heel to see him staring up at the ceiling, looking as divine as ever in the warm light of the fire that flickered over his features, his naked form a rare sight for anyone but you to see with it so frequently covered in layers of posh garments.
Ray was a bit recluse, and you didn't take his affection toward you for granted even for a second, smiling with a sense of pride and devotion as you kicked off your shoes and slowly made your way back over to the man your heart had begun to miss already.
He welcomed you by opening his arm, giving you space to tuck yourself up beside him, your head finding a spot on his chest where his heart thrummed in your ear.
“I wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place…” you reminded him, feeling slightly guilty over showing up unannounced.
Ray hummed, always carefully assessing whatever thoughts were about to pass through his lips, his thumb rubbing your arm languidly.
“No,” he blinked quickly, his tone lighter. “But I’m glad that you are.”
As much as Ray tried keeping things neat and tidy between you, he couldn’t ignore how tangled you had become in his soul, his thoughts distracted by you more times than he would care to admit or ever want the Boss to know of, something he swore would never happen taking place before his very eyes without any intention of stopping it.
Ray pressed a kiss to your temple, thinking how he had paid the price a long time ago with you, the expense of your love something he would go broke for a million times over, letting you take careful possession of the one thing he would never pay out to anyone else.
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A perfect gentleman
Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.
Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader
Warning: bitchy friends, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex
You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.
Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.
You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.
“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”
“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”
“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”
“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”
“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”
“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance.
He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.
“That was very nice of you.”
“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”
“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.
He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name.
“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”
“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”
You chuckled. “What gave me away?”
“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.
“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.”
He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”
“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”
His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.
“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”
You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar.
He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.
Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock.
“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”
“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”
“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips. “Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”
“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”
“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”
“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.
“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”
“It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”
You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.
“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”
“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.
With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.
It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to.
At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.
“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”
“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”
“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”
“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.
“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”
“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”
You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either.
Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home.
“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kisses you again, softer this time. “Bare.”
He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.
“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”
“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”
“Raymond.”
“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”
“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”
“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”
Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed.
“You’re mine now,” he threatened his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”
He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”
“’m yours, Ray…”
He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier. “Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”
“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it was all you could do because he just felt too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”
“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”
Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets.
“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.
“I know, sweetness.”
“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently.
“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”
“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”
His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.
Not that you got the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.
He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.
“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.
“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”
“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”
Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”
You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”
“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”
“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.
“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”
Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist. “My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”
“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”
“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him.
You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you.
“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”
He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.
“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.
“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”
“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.
“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”
Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.
One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”
“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”
“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”
“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”
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Navy! I’m so happy that you are still willing to get on here and play with us despite how crazy busy you are/how much you have going on, based on what you’ve shared with us.💖🙌🏾💖
I’m also happy to see that you are listening to your heart and starting to write about/4 other people who interest you – like Raymond, William, Simon Riley, Konig, etc. I had no idea that you were into them too on here😍😍😍😩
Do you have any head cannons regarding the COD guys that you don’t mind sharing with the class– IF you have the time and energy to do so?
Sorry it took me so long to answer this, lovely! And I always enjoy sharing with you lovelies. As far as headcanons? Since we're not talking about specific situations or AU's, maybe some general NSFW.
Banner by the talented @cafekitsune.
Raymond Smith - Edging
Raymond is a man who knows how to get what he wants and he wants you. It's inevitable that you're at his manor and he'll christen the entire place with you, but you have to behave. He's patient, but he'll snap when pushed. Not in the way you expect.
So when you're feeling bratty, he'll tie you to the bed and fuck you nice and slow with a toy of his choosing. Or he'll pin you underneath him and thrust in deep strokes. But every time you're about to come, he'll stop. Oh, he knows it hurts. Can feel your sloppy cunt trying to suck him back in. You need that release so badly, but he wants you to earn it.
"Stop being a fucking brat, darling, and I'll give you what you want."
William Miller - Overstimulation
For the man who keeps count of everything, William knows how many orgasms he's given you. That isn't an exaggeration. He can tell you down to the day how many times you've come for him and will even differentiate if it was with his tongue, fingers, or cock.
You've lost count today, of course, practically dumb as your slick pussy tightens around him again. You moan something that sounds like his name when he rubs your swollen clit and groans as you soak his cock again. Is it a plea when you whine? A prayer? Music to his ears either way. And he's not stopping.
"You can give me one more, baby. We're not in double digits yet. Give. Me. One. More."
Simon "Ghost" Riley - Mirror Sex
Ghost can easily hide under a mask, but he doesn't like it when you hide from him. When there's a chance that he may not it back home to you, he wants to remember every expression, every twitch, every smile. He wants to commit it to memory.
So when you try to look away and hide your face when he fucks you in front of a mirror, he brings a hand around your throat stops you. He wants you to watch as his thick cock glides in and out of you. A wanton moan escapes when you see how wet it is. Can hear it when he thrusts deep. But the sight of his eyes watching you is what makes you gush around him with a cry.
"Beautiful when you break for me, love. Let me see you shatter."
Since he loves to watch you, maybe you can convince him to record you.
König - Cockwarming
König has mastered the art of patience, thanks in large to being a sniper. Training and missions instilled a lot of discipline in him. He will wait as long as he has to in order to complete his objective.
So when you're stretched around his large cock, your walls fluttering and your arousal seeping around him, don't expect him to move. He'll observe you, take in the sounds of your labored breaths as you try not to move your hips. He sees the pulse frantically beating in your beck. He hears the whine you let out when his fingers brush your nipples before making his way down to your clit, he knows how badly you need him to fill you up. And he will. When he's ready.
"Patience, mein Schatz. You'll know when I'm ready."
Love and thanks! ❤️
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overcome that little challenge - raymond smith x fem!reader
A/N: Don’t look at me like that. I fell down the Charlie Hunnam rabbit hole and this character fascinated me the most. Please be gentle - this is my first time writing for Raymond. I’m really nervous about getting this man of a OCD-mess right.
To be honest, I wanted to work on a Teen Wolf story I had in mind, but then I watched this film called ‘The Gentlemen’ and now that’s currently out of the window with Charlie taking all the space in my brain.
This is my first time using the c-word in a sexual way. I’m so excited!
Summary: Reader works for Roderick 'The Spider' Dollison, one of Mickey Pearson’s partners, while being in a secret relationship with Raymond. How will Raymond react once he sees someone flirting with you?
Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!reader
Warning: language, sexual harassment (to a degree), mention of smut, consumption of alcohol, angry!raymond, jealous!raymond, possessive!smut
Words: 4.4k
Read on AO3
Your arms were crossed over your chest while you were listening to another waitress who was interested in shortening her hours. Both of you were standing near the bar counter, yet still keeping everything happening in the nightclub in your eyesight.
Your body stood askew when Isabella approached you. “Y/N, I’m sorry? You have a visitor.”
You slowly turned your body until you were facing the other waitress. “Visitor?”
“You know, the gorgeous one with all his fancy clothing?” After seeing your curious stare, Isabella continued her explanation, “Could make you shut up with a single glance? You know, Rigid Ray?”
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. “I got it the first time.” You shook your head. “Just wanted to see what else you would describe him as.”
You turned your head to look for him when Raymond’s figure came into view.
The blond-haired consigliere wore his thick coat while standing underneath the atmospheric red-and-blue club lights. Raymond’s suit and tie were visible under the unbuttoned coat. His hands were in his pockets when he sent you a blank stare that you would almost classify as boredom.
You suppressed a smirk, knowing how much he abhorred seeking the Spider’s presence by stepping into the nightclub with all the sensory overload it offered. Raymond already blinked uneasily several times ever since he entered.
Isabella leaned forward in a conspiratorial whisper. “How is he like, by the way?”
You turned your head once you detected the curiosity in her voice. “You’ve met him, haven’t you?”
“Yes, but the lad’s still an enigma. How can you stand it when he’s staring at you like that? Just so unnerving, that’s all.”
“That’s why I can take it. Now get back to work, love.” You softly touched her shoulder on parting. “I can’t have people thinking I’m a nice superior.”
The woman shook her head while chuckling and moved away.
It didn’t take long until you slowly moved towards Raymond.
Still rooted to the spot, Raymond waited patiently for you to finally arrive.
With a smile on your lips, you gazed at him with a crooked head and befuddled eyes. “Mr. Smith.”
“Ms. Y/L/N.” Raymond nodded in greeting.
After looking over his shoulder, you teased with a murmur, “And without your lap dogs this time.” Your eyes sparkled when you gazed at him. “Should I feel special?”
“I need to talk to your boss.”
Your mouth twisted at hearing those words. “That’s not how this works. You call ahead. Not to mention, I’m the one who decides if my boss has the time in his social calendar. This is a privilege. Do not take it for granted.”
Inhaling deeply, he gazed at you with narrowed eyes.
Someone was fuming. Why did that delight you so much though? Maybe it was the idea of ruffling this man’s feathers.
Raymond blinked, inhaling deeply. “It’s been a long day. I don’t have time for games.”
You spread your arms to appease him. “Not a game. Roderick’s talking to someone at the moment.”
Raymond frowned as a slightly unsettled emotion took over his features. “…Roderick?”
“Don’t tell him I said that.”
“I’m willing to keep your secret if you could squeeze me in,” Raymond whispered softly.
Gazing over his shoulder towards the railing to see Big Stanley step out of Roderick’s office, you sent Raymond a teasing glance. With your lips pursed, you mockingly sighed, “Could be a tight fit.” You felt secretly delighted at seeing Raymond’s expression.
He clenched his jaw before blinking furiously.
You lifted your tablet to your eyes with a sigh and tweaked Roderick’s calendar a bit. “Then I reckon it’s your luck that Spider is done with his meeting with Big Stan.”
You offered your hands in a teasing gesture of a servant. “Would you like me to take your coat?”
Raymond gazed at you with a blank stare.
Almost like reading his mind, you assured him with a lilting voice, “I won’t leave any creases, love.”
Raymond sighed before debating with himself. “All right.”
A playful smile was on your lips. “Wonderful.”
His mouth twisted while he abandoned his coat with tense movements and humming noises, like this offering was hard enough for him already. “I’ll come back for it,” he said with a dark promise.
“I’m sure you will,” you whispered in return.
Raymond left your presence to advance the stairs.
Staring after him, you subconsciously stroked the dark clothing before calling after him, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Except for the fiddling of his glasses, Raymond didn’t appear to hear what you were saying before he stepped inside your boss’ office.
You only raised your eyebrows before you exhaled. You turned towards the bar and sat on the barstool.
Kylie, the woman taking care of the drinks for the evening, sent you a sympathetic smile. “Oh, someone has got their Ray face on.”
You placed the device next to you on the counter. “Oh, really? What does that look like?”
Kylie pursed her lips. “You know. Sometimes you look tired, like you just went ten rounds. Other times you look pleased. Although you always have that twinkle in your eye.”
“Pour me a red one, would you, dear?” You casually pointed a finger in the air. “It’s just fun teasing him sometimes.”
She placed a glass of red wine in front of you, “Here you go. Anything else?”
You handed her your device. “For safekeeping.” You noticed her placing it behind the counter, away from prying eyes. “I’ve got a free slot. So, if anyone needs me…?” You shrugged before taking a sip.
Kylie nudged with her jaw behind you. “The new one could use some backup for the poker game, you know?”
You exhaled and took a hearty gulp as a refreshment. “That’s okay.” Smirking cheekily, you draped Raymond’s coat over the counter. “In exchange. Be a dear and let Raymond know that nothing was indeed creased? Verbatim, though.”
Taking your glass of wine, you almost spilled the drink with an arching motion. You merely sent her a mischievous smirk. “Oops.” You chuckled. You seemed to have a waggish sense of humour tonight. “I’ll see how our little hummingbird is faring.”
You wandered through the hallways until you saw the open door to the poker room. A man stood guard outside, just to be sure. You nodded your head in greeting. If working for the Spider taught you anything, then it was that a safety precaution was never wasted. Roderick’s world often lured in people who didn’t know any bounds or decency.
“Hello, boys.”
Your eyes met Laurie, the new waitress once you finally entered the room. “You all right, love?”
Laurie nodded with a strained smile while holding a bottle of Whiskey to her chest as a shield.
You beckoned her to grant you the bottle with two fingers. “Come on. Why don’t you let me lend you a hand?”
“I think we scared her off, ain’t that, right, lads?” One man of the small group chuckled uproariously until the others joined in.
Laurie stepped towards you with careful steps, either because of the prospect of dropping a prize-y bottle or because of her high heels.
You took the bottle and leaned forward to whisper in Laurie's ear. “Just watch what I’m doing and don’t let them get to you. They’re little boys, nothing more.”
Laurie nodded in understanding.
Your eyes wandered downwards to Laurie’s legs. “Next time, wear some shoes which are comfortable. Didn’t the other girls tell you? One-inch heels are more than appropriate.”
For the first time Laurie smiled. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
With a smile, you turned back to your guests. “I hope our new girl didn’t leave you thirsty.”
Licking his lips, the dark-haired leader of the group with the moustache observed your legs with lecherous eyes.
The man’s obvious lewdness made you feel naked underneath the over-the-waist dress you wore.
God, what was his name again? Something like Trevor or Tony?
As your own form of petty revenge, you called him Tiny Tony in your head. Speaking of Tiny Tony...
“I’m getting thirsty by merely looking at you. Makes me want to reach out and grab-” He reached out a hand, like he wanted to squeeze your bum.
Out of reflex, you slapped his hand away until it dropped on the poker table. The men chortled at the obvious rejection.
Before retaliation could occur, you chose mischief instead. “The only thing you should grab are your cards, mate.” Without peeking at his card, you tilted your head. Loud enough for the others to hear, you whispered into his ear, “If they are any good though.”
As soon as you heard the others chuckle, you smirked. “Gentlemen … We are here for tonight’s refreshments and hope we can entertain you for the evening.”
“Oh, really?” The eyes of Tiny Tony darkened.
“How about this one for entertainment?” The second player with the blond hair muttered while his eyes lingered on Laurie.
You poured the guests their drinks. “Sorry to disappoint. We’re only here to keep the drinks pouring and you men comfortable.”
Laurie followed your example and poured in the same amount for Blondie’s drink.
“But having this one sit on my lap would make me very comfortable,” Blondie jeered.
“Don’t beg, it’s unbecoming. Not that kind of club.”
“It’s a pity. Spider could get in more of a clientele that way,” Tiny Tony retorted.
You resorted to the diplomatic route. “There are rules after all.” You remembered that the servers weren’t supposed to be like private dancers. Touching was allowed but under no circumstances were the girls supposed to lose their clothes.
“The Lodge doesn’t need more customers by surrendering to the basic carnal need of human nature. We already offer the temptation. It’s more like … foreplay, the prelude to want more. It's a tease. The stage before you lure someone into a relationship. Imagine us as the best friend of your sibling. Exhilarating, but forbidden in a way. And if we catch you doing something you shouldn’t, we’re going to cut something off.” You raised an eyebrow, like that thought secretly delighted you.
Tiny Tony exhaled a groan. “You’re like the woman of my dreams,” he said, letting his hand linger on your waist.
You allowed the touch as long as he wouldn’t touch your skin.
“What about a loophole and you give me your number, sexy?”
You inwardly rolled your eyes at the pet name. “Then I would tell you to keep on dreaming and give you the number for the pizza place for your lonely nights.”
Moustache Boy grunted. “You’re breaking my heart here. What did I ever do to you, huh? Do I have competition? Anyone special in your life? Someone warming your bed?” He gazed at your cleavage and licked his lips.
Strangely, this filled your body with revulsion, unlike the other things he said or did. Your voice took on a pitying quality to dissuade him for good. “Not really. Besides, honey, your idea of three minutes of shagging are not going to be worth my time.”
You lightly smacked his cheek in a condescending manner. When only silence rang in the room, you were surprised by the lack of laughter from his band of friends, since they loved taking the piss out of each other and wouldn’t miss an opportunity. You only felt Tony's hand tighten around your waist.
There was a tingling sensation in the air that stunned you. Your face met Laurie’s dazed expression looking at something over your shoulder.
Only one person could render someone speechless.
You sighed before you slowly turned your head. A mixture between dread and apprehension swelled in your stomach. The first thing you saw was the blank expression on Raymond’s face as he was standing by the door, with his coat slung over his arm. Only his eyes revealed his true emotions as they darkened. Dark-blue eyes lingered on the hand at your waist.
You quickly regained your composure. “Mr. Smith, I wasn’t aware that your interests lay with parlour games.”
They didn’t. Raymond usually swung by - if swinging by was something he was known for as such a strait-laced man - and instantly left as soon as the business was done.
“It’s Raymond.”
Tiny Tony instantly let go of your waist once he acknowledged the familiarity between you and cleared his throat. “Didn’t know you two know each other.”
The name of Mickey Pearson could open doors who was notorious for his connections in the business world and criminal underworld. But the mere persona of his consigliere certainly could fill the hearts with anxiety.
You scrutinized Raymond with confused eyes. Deliberately ignoring Raymond’s suggestion since this had been the first time he offered his first name in public, you revealed, “Mr. Smith is on business with Mr. Dollison.”
Your hand clasped your wrist over your stomach when you eyed his coat as a hint. “I see Kylie was kind enough to return your coat.”
You tilted your head with narrowed eyes. “Is there anything else?”
Raymond clenched his jaw. He scratched his bearded jaw in consideration.
Swallowing thickly, you felt your stomach clench. You hated how much his groomed beard affected you. Damn him for being a beautiful bastard.
“Indeed, there is. Let’s talk outside.” Raymond said as a finite statement, leaving no room for discussion.
You inwardly sighed. “Fine.” Your eyes met Laurie’s. “You can take a short break.”
She only nodded and walked towards the door. Raymond stepped out of the way to grant her space.
You followed behind her when Raymond lifted his finger. “Excuse me for one moment.”
Standing near the wall, you watched in bafflement as Raymond walked towards the man whose hands lingered on you.
Raymond placed his hand on the table to cage him in. Using his full height to his advantage, he leaned forward until there was no way he could be avoided. From afar, you could see him whispering something in his ear.
Since the man was already uncomfortable by the inability to escape, he was squirming in his chair with every hushed word being uttered.
Raymond swiftly turned around while adjusting his tie with an amicable smile. This rarity made you feel slightly unsettled since he tended to be more of a serious chap. “With that out of the way...”
Raymond swaggered to the doorjamb, but unlike with Laurie, he stayed rooted to the spot while you were forced to squeeze past him. The tall man made it impossible not to brush against his broad chest before he finally closed the door behind you.
You gestured to the dimly lit hallway, remembering that Raymond wanted to have that talk. The lingering bass of the seductive music echoed in the air. “Shall we?” You leaned against the wall, waiting for Raymond to go ahead.
He followed your example at the wall opposite of you, letting the red lights flood over his features in a mysterious way when he stared at you quietly.
“Your meeting was successful, I take it?”
“We’ve come to an understanding,” Raymond replied vaguely.
You arched an eyebrow. “Fine, keep your secrets. Spider’s going to tell me later on anyway.”
“That kind of tight bond between you two?”
“You mean, like between you and your boss?” You retorted before shrugging your shoulders. “I’d say so.” His vague answers made you blink. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Raymond was looking for an excuse to spend some time with you.
“Anything else, or were you trying for small talk?”
“The last time we talked, you told me I was a cold-hearted bastard,” Raymond mumbled.
The memory a few nights ago made your body tense in apprehension. You had to remind yourself where you were. At last, you put on a pleasant smile.
“Barely even remember why I said it though,” you replied with a deadpan voice. It was one of those statements one would utter to not let it show how much something was getting to you.
Raymond hummed under his breath. He tried to gauge your inner emotions by gazing into your eyes in contemplation. Raymond bowed his head, like he pulled off his invisible hat in kudos while glancing at you through his eyelashes. Fully realizing when he was silently asked to leave.
“Do pay your boss our deepest respect for accommodating us on such short notice.”
You merely nodded. While Raymond quietly departed, you focused on a spot over his shoulder.
A restless sigh left you. Your knee bounced nervously while you were reclining on the couch. You hated yourself for even harbouring the thought of swallowing your pride before him.
“No, no, no. I’m not going to do that.” You shook your head and glanced over to the phone laying on your coffee table. Despite the current black screen, the reminder of the text message still rang in your mind, taunting you.
Finally, you threw back your head in frustration with a groan. “Fine,” you grumbled under your breath. “This is a bad idea,” you added to your self-talk before you snatched your car keys.
“Is this your idea of a joke?” The growl left you as soon as you stormed Raymond’s home after unlocking the door. During your search for him, you found him in the sitting room. You lifted your phone in demonstration.
Raymond lazily lifted his head from the book he was reading. Gone was the uptight look and he was wearing his comfortable clothes reserved for when he was at home. He abandoned his suit and tie and changed into his cardigan.
“Hello to you, too, Y/N. What a surprise.” Raymond stared at you and tilted his head in that arrogant manner that always drove you mad.
“You shameless bastard.”
Snapping his book shut, Raymond placed it on the corner table next to the couch he was sitting on. Patiently, he folded his hands and said, “Those are brazen words, you know? It’s moments like these that make me wonder if you secretly share British roots after all.”
Raymond’s distraction tactics wouldn’t deter you. After you clenched your jaw, you looked down at the screen of your phone to read his message.
“Let’s talk about this. You know how hard it is for me to sleep without you.”
You looked up again. “Tell me again, what is there to talk about? I thought you needed ‘space’?” You used air quotes for the last word while Raymond’s steadfast gaze started to unnerve you. “I thought you couldn’t take it for me to take over so much of your bachelor home.”
Raymond calmly stared up at you with an open expression. “You want a drink?”
You narrowed your eyes at that. “What’s your game?”
Was Raymond trying to get you drunk to lower your defences? He wasn’t the nefarious type, maybe he aimed to give you a reason not to drive back home while you still had one too many?
“I just want to have a chat, love.” Raymond stood up and sent you a short glance before wandering away to a cupboard offering his prized bottles of alcohol. “Single Malt all right with you?”
You shook your head. Your stomach was getting heated with disappointment. “You know what? I can’t do this.”
The familiar intimacy was slowly getting to you. And Raymond’s cold demeanour in the past few weeks wasn’t good for you. Even while working for Roderick, his silent treatment rang through the back of your mind like the ghost of a distraction.
With every intention to leave, you turned away. You were tired of Raymond’s idea of fighting consisted of torturing you with silence and a look of disappointment and anger.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
Raymond’s thundering voice made you shiver and freeze in place in the kitchen. Raymond never got loud, he was all quiet and simmering anger.
You slowly turned around in astonishment, asking slowly, “What did you say?”
“You heard me, love.” Sarcasm lingered in his voice when Raymond used the term of endearment. His mouth was twisted into a snarl as he followed you with stalking steps. Raymond glared at you darkly behind his glasses. “What? Is someone scared of a little confrontation?”
Your fingertips were tingling at the taunt when you tilted your head. “Says you?”
Raymond crossed his arms over his chest. “What were you doing in that poker room?”
“My job. You know how this world works.”
Stepping even closer in your personal space, he grunted, “Oh yes, you two looked rather friendly from where I was standing. Makes me wonder how far you would have let him take it.”
You shook your head until the ends of your hair shook with the vigorous motion. “You’re such an asshole.”
Raymond’s eyes glazed with fire. “No, I’m a man who doesn’t appreciate someone else touching my woman.” His voice turned barely into a threatening whisper. “And I’m not very fond of the way in which you’re talking to me.”
You didn’t know what was getting into you as a delightful shiver wrecked your body once you saw anger on Raymond’s face and not the tight control. You weren’t one of those people who got turned on by their partner getting angry - on the contrary, it felt touching that you were able to tickle a part of him that stayed hidden.
“Oh really? I’m not one of your minions you can command.” Fascination glinted in your eyes when you whispered, “Now I’m truly curious what you’re going to do next.”
Raymond inched closer until you could feel his warm breath on your lips. His gaze was drawn to your mouth before he stared back into your eyes.
“Shut your mouth before I fill it for you.”
With every second passing, your breathing was turning heavy. Your mouth was agape, but no sounds came out. While your eyes were closed, you tightened your legs around Raymond’s waist while he pounded into you relentlessly.
Raymond’s body was on top of you, and you could only take what he was dishing out. His hand held your wrists in a tight vice, making it impossible for you to even reach for him while he was relentlessly punishing you with his thrusts.
“Someone’s greedy for my cock, aren’t you? You think you deserve it? You think you deserve to cum?”
The taunting words made your cunt drip. You moaned loudly when your thighs slung higher until Raymond’s member slid even deeper inside you with every push.
You craned your neck until your lips inched closer to his ear when you whispered, “You know I can make it feel good for you.” The muscles of your cunt tightened around his hard flesh.
You felt his groan deep inside you, making you shiver from the sensation.
“Such a greedy little cunt.” Raymond shook his head. Logic went back to his ocean-blue eyes. “Not like this.”
His warm breath flittered over your lips when he taunted, “I think you need to atone for your misdeeds.”
With a sweeping motion, Raymond pulled you in the air. A shriek of surprise exhaled from your lips.
Raymond was sitting in the middle of his bed while he dropped you into his lap. Grunting with exertion, Raymond slid back inside.
You exhaled heavily, like you called him home. Your fingers stroked the hair at the back of his head which was getting slippery from sweat.
Raymond pushed his glasses back until he could finally scrutinize you with appreciation again. His gaze swept downwards before his eyes met the entrance where his penis slid into you.
Raymond’s hand tightened around your hips, controlling your movements with every thrust upwards. And rhythmically pulling your hips with every sensual stroke. Pushing himself deeper until you two were melded together.
A delicious shiver ran through your body when Raymond’s eyes darkened in warning when you rubbed yourself against him until your clit brushed the coarse hair at his crotch.
“Not like this, darling.”
His hands stiffened before he spanked your bottom.
Your squeal shifted into an encouraging moan.
To torture you even more, Raymond gyrated his hips, putting your climax further out of reach. “You’re not in control of this tonight. I decide when you cum.”
Not above begging, you implored deeply, “Please, I’ll be good.”
A sigh left your lips when Raymond pressed his palm against your belly to feel his shaft thrusting deep. He tipped his head back to gaze into your eyes and whispered under his breath, “Oh really? You’re going to do as I say?”
You nodded. Only a whimper left your lips that turned into a drawn-out groan when Raymond thrust upwards.
“Oh my God, yes.” You leaned forward until Raymond was safely snuggling between your breasts.
“I hate when you’re in that poker room,” he mumbled before he shook his head to clear his mind. “I should punish you for letting him touch you. Tell me something … am I now someone who’s warming your bed?”
You exhaled heavy breaths and threw your head back as a warm sensation started in your belly. “What did you say to him?”
“Told him he’d lose his hand the next time he would try to touch you again,” Raymond admitted with a murmur against your skin.
You bit your lip and felt your clit tingle at the possessive tone in his voice.
Raymond stared at you, like he could feel the sensation by some shared link you two shared. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
You felt your eyes glint when the warm sensation grew stronger with every stroke. You leaned forward until you could whisper into his ear, “You know I’m all yours.”
Raymond’s chest rumbled with a groan before he quickened his strokes, using the pad of his thumb to stroke circles against your clit until your head was swimming with a thundering pulse.
You leaned your head back. “Oh my God, right there.”
The bed made thumping noises against the wall with Raymond’s vigorous thrusts until your hands clenched around his shoulders. Your muscles spasmed until your whole body squirmed. You were still shaking when Raymond grunted loudly.
He shoved his hips deeper until something warm spurted inside your deep walls. Raymond breathed heavily against your neck before he sighed. His fingers stroked your skin delicately, like he had to remind himself that you were in his arms. “All mine.”
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Rich Girl Mood
“Toff Girl” (aka “Damsel” Universe) Masterlist
A/N: I started writing this a long while ago but have been sitting on it because I was still trying to figure out the end game (I still am) but I'm a little closer and I think however this series ends, this chapter I think is still solid for what it is so I finally finished it. This I think gives more insight of the reader character than her relationship with Ray. Title and chapter inspired by "Rich Girl Mood" by Dounia and Kehlani (YT link below)
Rating: T
Word Count: 3,294
Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!reader
Plot: Another year, another birthday party.
Contains: angst, recreational drug use, hurt, jealousy, light mentions of D/s relationship, collars, cursing
After your cryfest in your car, you cleaned yourself up and went in to see your parents briefly and sort of lied about a missing pair of shoes. You then feigned looking in your old bedroom which has become a bit of a storage closet for you. You also act surprised when they hand you the gift box Ray mentioned. You told them you would send Mickey and Ray a thank you card.
You're now back at your flat staring at the big Tiffany blue box while stuffing your face with your favorite pastries from Astrid's Cafe and Bakery. You put the mostly eaten slice of cake down and pull the shiny black ribbon loose. Of course it feels so soft. Ray probably spent a good quid on the ribbon alone. You wouldn't be surprised if it was made of actual silk. Only he would do something so extra.
You take a deep breath and finally lift the lid. This asshole even took the time to wrap your things in tissue paper? You roll your eyes and huff. You grab the small cream-colored envelope sitting on top of the neatly and carefully folded white delicate sheets. You flip the envelope open and pull the card out.
Hi love,
I hope this letter finds you well. I figured you'd eventually want your things back, especially your shoes. I know they were one of your favorites. I even took the time to polish them for you since last time you had scuffed them. There are some things in here that I also thought you should have as I have no more use for them.
Take care,
Ray
You gently tear open the tissue paper and as expected, you find your heels looking shiny as new. You see what else is inside the box and find a few things like your toothbrush, toiletries and some clothing, neatly folded and stacked in true Ray fashion. You know he had your clothes washed, dry cleaned and pressed as well, including the outfits he picked out for you. You look through them and choke up a little seeing your collars carefully placed between the perfectly folded clothing. They're all there, including his favorite, the one with a little bell on it. You tilt your head curiously when you find a small velvet box. The rock in your belly is creeping back in. You stare at it for a moment before reaching for it. You nervously grip the box between your fingers as you take your time flipping the lid open. You let out the breath you'd been holding when you don't see a ring, but instead you feel your heart breaking all over again seeing your day collar. The same one you ripped off your neck and threw at him.
Your eyes blur up for the millionth time today and you swipe your fingers over them. In the corner of your eye, you notice another envelope sticking out from under the clothes. You reach for it and pull it out. Flipping it around, you notice it's completely unmarked. You open it and pull out two business class plane tickets to Greece. Confused, you look in the envelope again and find a folded piece of paper. You pull it out and open it up.
I had planned to whisk you away for a week for your birthday, but I can't use these anymore so I thought maybe you can. Enjoy your birthday, my love.
-Ray
This isn't fair. This isn't fucking fair. Not fair to you, not fair to Ray. You don't know how much more your heart can take.
***
Over the next few weeks, you go on a date or two with Fred just to get out of your flat. You've been sulking and comfort eating and sniffing Ray's cardigan long enough. The dates were fun, but if you're honest with yourself, while Fred is a really nice guy, he just doesn't do it for you romantically. You had to be upfront with him as you didn't want to string him along. He deserved to know the truth, but thankfully he took it with ease and understood. You did invite him to your birthday party though and you know someone who would actually pair real well with him. You usually don't play matchmaker, but you think you've got this one in the bag.
Speaking of birthday parties, you just wanted something small but your parents insisted on throwing something for their only child. They do this every year, but you let them because you know it's really just an excuse for them to throw a fancy party to show off to their fancy friends. You know after the first hour or two of greeting people you either don't know, don't remember or haven't seen since you were a wee child, you're going to disappear into the garden shed to get sloshed on expensive liquor and smoke the best weed in all of England with your closest friends like you did when you all were younger. Growing up around so much money, you've always hated the posh snobby kids who thought they were too good for anyone, but you have a small group who were never like that and you always stayed close to them. Everyone else at the party can fuck off and freeload on the booze and food.
You do a once over glance in the mirror to check your makeup and hair. Your hand touches your bare neck and after a moment, you get up from your vanity chair and slip on your heels and smooth out your sickeningly expensive dress. It clings on to your every curve and dip. That’ll sure get some lookers. You still feel like something is missing though.
"Darling, are you ready? Guests are waiting!"
"I'll be right out, mummy!" you shout back.
You quickly go through your overnight bag and pull out a box. You open it up and look at the jewelry for a moment before putting it on, then take one final look in the mirror and you're satisfied with what you see. It doesn’t hold meaning anymore, although it’s sentimental to you, but it has always comforted you, feeling it snug around your neck. It was like your security blanket. It made you feel safe because whenever you wore it, you always knew Ray was close by.
Ray dominating you wasn’t just some kink. It wasn’t just about being in control, or rather giving it up. Being his sub meant he would love you and protect you deeply. It was a shared bond. He brought you pleasure in so many ways and made you forget when you had a bad day, but most importantly, he made sure nothing can hurt you. You completely allowed your heart, body and soul to be delicately encased by his own design.
You take a deep breath and polish off the whiskey you've been nursing while getting ready before putting your face on for the crowd.
When you reach the bottom of the long grand staircase, you’re greeted by your parents and some people you don’t recognize. You plaster on a smile and shake their hands, thanking them for coming. As you walk off to go greet more people, you grab a flute of champagne and down it, placing it back as quickly as you snatched it up when a server walks by with a tray. You’re reminded why you hate these big parties.
You almost spit your champagne out when you spot Mickey and Ros. The nerve. Of course your parents invited them. You know Mickey only does anything if he’s getting something out of it so while it appears he gives a shit about your birthday and respecting your parents’ cordial invitation, he’s probably rubbing elbows with people who can be potential partners. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already negotiating and sealing deals while he’s here. You now wonder if Ray is somewhere around this giant house.
You walk over to the Pearsons to greet them with the least fake smile you can manage to put on.
“Hi, Mickey.”
“Hello, there. The woman of the hour!” Michael turns to you with a smile. “You’ve met my wife Ros, right?”
“Yes, pleasure to see you again.” You and Ros greet each other with a kiss on the cheek. She might be the only one in his posse you actually don’t mind. Her and Bunny. That gentle giant.
"Thank you both so much for coming!" You try to stretch out your smile but your facial muscles can only go so far.
"Happy birthday, love,” Ros smiles.
Although, you know Rosalind is probably on the up and up on what goes on in Mickey's world, including what happened with you and Ray. There is no way tea didn't get spilled on her.
"Thank you," you slightly bow your head. “How are you doing? Business is going well I assume?”
“Ah, let’s not talk about business. We’re here as guests, not salesmen. How are you doing?” Mickey returns the attention to you.
“No business? What a surprise,” you try to jab subtly. “I’m doing well, thank you.”
“Sweetheart! There’s someone I want you to meet,” your mother suddenly comes out of nowhere.
“Excuse me,” you tell the Pearsons. "I hope you both enjoy yourselves.”
They nod at you before being whisked away by your mother.
***
After being introduced to a bunch of random people including some suitors, you sneak off into a secret side room to get a breather. You used to hide here a lot when you were younger when you wanted to isolate yourself when everything felt too overwhelming. Especially from these parties. It always felt so performative when you just wanted to be a kid and play with your friends, but you were expected to be prim and proper, until you were old enough to realize you didn’t have to do any of this. You still remember those long boring etiquette classes and sometimes still use the wrong utensil on purpose as an act of rebellion.
You feel around your body and realize you left your joint and lighter in your bedroom. Letting out a heavy sigh, you savor another moment of silence before marching back out into the wild. As you make your way to your bedroom, you round the corner and smack right into a hard chest.
“Oh my gosh, I am SO…” You look up at the man and your voice dies.
"Kitten…” Ray gasps quietly to himself when he sees your day collar sitting against your neck.
You can't get away from this man now, can you? Ironically, it feels like you're actually seeing him more often than you did when you were together. Like muscle memory, you plaster your cookie cutter smile on your face and greet Ray and the woman standing next to him.
"Hi, Raymond." You mentally kick yourself for overdoing your enthusiasm.
"H-hi."
You never thought there'd be a day you'd make Ray all flustered and stumble over his words. Mr. Calm and Controlled, my arse.
"Didn't expect to see you here tonight, but thank you for coming," you say, still with your painful smile on your face. You’re pretty sure it’s going to be permanent by the end of the night.
"Uh, just here for Michael," Ray quickly comments and nods. "Um, this is–”
“I know dear ol’ Rebecca.” Both you and Rebecca greet each other with air kisses on each side of your faces. “How are you? Haven’t seen you in quite some time,” you tell her.
“I’m doing very well. My company nearly doubled its revenue last month so I can’t complain,” she beams.
“You mean your father’s company?” you clarify.
“Yes, but he made me the president of the company a few months ago so it’s really mine too,” she explains. “He’s retiring soon so I’ll be CEO any day now. Anyways, how are you? I don’t really see you around much,” she shakes her head.
“Oh, I’m just always so busy,” you reply. Avoiding the lot of you. “I was actually thinking about taking a little trip to Mykonos next week. An unexpected birthday present.”
“I hear it’s fabulous this time of year,” Rebecca says. “And the men there are gorgeous.”
“Really?” you ask curiously. “I should probably go then.” You quickly glance over at Ray to see his reaction, seeing him shift uncomfortably.
You spot Fred in your peripheral vision and instantly grab his arm, pulling him in close to you.
“Freddy, love. You remember Raymond, right?” you ask him. You look back at Ray and can see his jaw ticking.
“Oh, hey! Good to see you again, mate!” Fred puts his hand out and Ray reluctantly takes it and as soon as he does, Fred pulls him in for a hug. Ray grimaces and lightly pats Fred on the shoulder. There is some actual genuine joy behind your smile now.
“Freddy, darling! It’s been ages!” Rebecca exclaims.
After Freddy pulls away, he greets Rebecca.
“Bloody hell, Becca! When did you get so tall?”
While they hug and catch up, you and Ray stare daggers at each other.
“Wait, are you two dating–” Freddy starts but you interrupt him.
“Um, Freddy,” you loop your arm around his again. “I think I’m ready for…” you vaguely gesture your head, nodding in a general direction towards the garden.
“Oh! Sure, yeah. I’ll meet you there after I stop by the loo,” Freddy says. “It was nice seeing you both again. Excuse me,” he says to Ray and Rebecca before walking off.
“Well, hope you’re both enjoying the party,” you say, clapping your hands together. “Excuse me. I have something I need to do.”
You walk off, not even bothering looking back as you make your way to your bedroom.
***
“Oh my gosh, Sophie, you have to tell that story about that time we pulled that prank on Lit’le Henry. Remember Henry?” you laugh, after taking a puff and passing it to Fred.
“I don’t think Antonia here has heard about this story.” You wink at Fred. You introduced Antonia to Fred and they seemed to be hitting it off really well.
“‘Enry was a lit’le shite. It wasn’t a prank. It was revenge,” Sophie starts.
Sophie proceeds to tell the story about how a mutual friend kept getting bullied by Henry so the group of you teamed up to exact revenge on him. It was originally Fred’s idea but in the end he also took the fall for all of you. However, Henry never dared to bully anyone ever again.
“And I’d do it again,” he boasts.
You were finally able to sneak off with your friends to go hide in the shed to have a party for yourselves. No pretending, no masks, no manners. Just laughs. For those few hours, you were able to actually enjoy your birthday. You can’t remember the last time you had this much fun or laughed this hard.
“Oh, fuck. I must have dropped my stash when I went to the toilet,” you say when you realize you can’t find the spare joints you rolled up. “I’ll be back. I’ll also get another bot’le of wine.”
“Love, it’s your birfday. Get one of the servants to fetch it for ya,” someone jumps in.
“They work for my parents, not me. Besides, I can use some fresh air,” you chuckle before bursting out of the shed.
As you cut through the long garden to make your way back into the house, you notice Ray pacing back and forth off to the side of the house while talking on the phone.
“Yes, boss. I understand.”
When he hangs up, he looks up and sees you cautiously walking trying to avoid being seen. You nearly twist your ankle as you tiptoe around and miss a step but Ray quickly catches you instinctively. So much for trying to dodge him.
“Are you alright?” Ray asks, looking into your eyes.
You stare back for a few moments, breathless. It might be the weed and alcohol but you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and let him hold you and never let go, but your daydreaming gets interrupted.
“Oh my! Looks like someone’s had a bit to drink tonight. You always know how to throw a party,” Rebecca comments as she walks over. “Ray, I’ll be back in a few. Need to powder my nose,” she winks before walking off inside the house.
You quickly remove yourself from Ray’s grip and straighten yourself out.
“Are you alright?” Ray repeats.
“I’m fine,” you reply and start heading towards the house.
“Wait!” Ray takes a step in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.
“What is it, Ray?” You ask, now annoyed.
“Just so there’s no misunderstanding, Rebecca and I are not together. She’s just here with her parents and it’s my job to keep her entertained while her parents and Michael have an informal meeting,” Ray tells you.
“Ray, it’s really none of my business,” you shrug. "But I'm not surprised that's part of your job. I just hope she doesn't take it too hard when you're done with her and tell her to fuck off." You then try to maneuver around him but he side steps you.
“I know it’s none of your business but it’s important to me that you know. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to hurt you in any way because that’s the absolute last thing I want,” Ray shakes his head, ignoring your snide comment. “I don’t want to be at this boring party as much as I know you don’t either.”
“OH!” Your eyebrows shoot up to your almost perfectly coiffed hairline. “I’m so sorry my party isn’t dramatic enough for you.” You cross your arms under your breasts which are now accentuated by your arm placement.
Ray’s eyes begin to twitch as he realizes what he had said.
“No, that’s… that’s not what I meant—“
“No cunt to punch in the face. No damsel for you to save,” you say as you raise your arms above your head and wave them around.
“Can you please lower your voice? I was genuinely concerned for you. That cunt put his hands on you!” Ray snarls.
“It’s my fucking party so I’ll be as loud as I want!”
Ray looks around nervously to make sure they don’t draw any attention.
“You just can’t go around punching every bloke who puts his hands on me! You’re not my boyfriend anymore!” You push right past him with all your might and shoulder check him out of your way.
“Well, your actual boyfriend should have, but he left you all alone in a crowded pub full of drunk men!” Ray growls. “That would have never happened with me. I would have protected you!”
You stop in your tracks and twirl around.
“Oh, please! You weren’t protecting me. You just don’t like seeing someone else’s hands on me!” You walk up to him and poke your finger into his chest. “Why do you even care so much? You’re the one who broke up with me.”
“I still care about what happens to you,” Ray adjusts his glasses. “Kitten…”
You start shaking your head.
“Just because I can’t love you the way I want to, the way we want to, it doesn’t mean I automatically stop caring for you.” Ray’s face and voice softens.
“No!” You growl into his face. You grunt out of frustration and rip your necklace off for the second time and throw it at him.
“I don’t give a shit what you do with that. Just don’t give it back to me.” You spin around and stomp away towards the house.
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the assistant ~ raymond smith;the gentlemen
word count: 2600
request?: no
description: in which mickey hires a new assistant to help out with his business, and his right hand man finds himself falling in love
pairing: raymond smith x female!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of violence
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The first time Raymond ever met (Y/N) was at Mickey’s house. She appeared suddenly in the doorway to Mickey’s office while he was in a meeting with Ray. He was taken by surprise at the unfamiliar person, but more so he was taken back by the beauty of the unfamiliar person.
“You have a message from Rosalind,” she said to Mickey. She was looking right through Ray as if he wasn’t in the room.
“What is it?” Mickey asked.
“She said some bloke came into the shop to give her expensive parts, but in return he’s asking for a meeting with you.”
Mickey’s face darkened. Everyone knew that it didn’t matter what you did in terms of Mickey’s money or his business, but you did not, under any circumstances, fuck with his wife.
“Why wouldn’t he just approach me himself?” Mickey asked, his voice laced with venom.
“Whoever it was knows that approaching Rosalind will get your attention,” Ray commented.
“It’ll get a bullet between his fucking eyes,” Mickey muttered. “Did he leave a phone number?”
(Y/N) crossed the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Ray’s eyes followed her every movement. As she got closer, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. When she reached around him to put the slip of paper on Mickey’s desk, she turned to meet his eye. His breath was taken away by her sheer beauty.
When she smiled at him, it was like the whole world around him melted away.
Mickey noticed the look between them and smirked. “Ray, this is (Y/N). She’s mine and Rosalind’s new assistant. She’s going to be helping around with both of the businesses.”
Ray offered a hand to (Y/N). “Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise,” she said, shaking his hand. She returned her attention back to their boss to ask, “Should we follow up on this mystery caller?”
Mickey stared long and hard at the phone number left. Both Ray and (Y/N) could see the gears turning in his head. The number of outcomes if the meeting happened running through his head; the question as to whether or not it was the right decision to hold the meeting.
“If I may,” (Y/N) interjected. “If this mystery caller is bold enough to go to the shop to approach Rosalind once, what’s to stop him from doing it again? At least if you set up this meeting with him you can assure him that the next time he sets foot in that shop or he has any communication with Rosalind, he will regret it.”
Ray peered over at Mickey. An impressed look was on his face, a smile tugging at his lips. He extended the slip back to her.
“Call him and set up a meeting for tomorrow at noon.”
“The usual location?” (Y/N) asked. Mickey nodded. “Yes, sir.” She smiled at Raymond again. “See you around, Raymond.”
~~~~~~
The next time Ray saw (Y/N) was at the meeting the next day. She escorted Dry Eye, one of mobster Lord George’s men, into the meeting room. Ray tried not to stare, but it was a struggle. She was wearing a button up blouse tucked into a mini skirt, with knee high black heeled boots. She was showing off every curve and Ray was taking in every single inch of her.
“Mr. Pearson, Dry Eye has arrived,” she announced.
“Thank you, (Y/N),” Mickey dismissed her.
Ray expected her to leave the room and was pleasantly shocked when she opted to come sit next to him at a small table in the back of the room.
“Pour me a cup?” she asked, gesturing towards the boiling kettle and Ray’s own cup of tea.
He did as she asked, grabbing an empty cup, placing a tea bag into it then filling it with the boiling water. She added a splash of milk and two sugars, stirring until the dark liquid became a milky brown color. She raised the cup to her lips, blowing gently to cool it down. She peered up at Ray through her long eyelashes, and he was convinced she was trying to get his blood running to one particular region in his body.
“So,” he asked in a hushed voice as not to disturb Mickey’s meeting, “how did you come about becoming Michael’s assistant?”
“He had a couple posting around town. ‘Wanted: Someone with experience in organization and business. No questions to be asked until after hiring. NDA is required. Call here if interested’.”
Ray chuckled. “Well, that’s not forboding at all.”
“What can I say? I was interested.”
She smirked as she sipped her tea. Ray couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Besides, it sounded exciting. My life has been so standard thus far. I wanted some excitement.”
“Well.” Ray looked over his shoulder at the stare off between a furious looking Dry Eye and a stoic Mickey. “There’s no shortage of excitement here.”
Before (Y/N) could respond, Dry Eye and his accomplice stood, drawing their attention back to the meeting. (Y/N) stood as well, intending to walk the two men out, but they left on their own in a huff.
“That went well,” Mickey commented. “I have a feeling that won’t be the last we see of Dry Eye.”
“Interesting that you have two potential investors in your business,” Ray said. “You think there’s a connection there?”
“There’s always a connection Raymond.” Mickey finished his cup of tea and stood from his seat. “(Y/N), make Roger aware of Dry Eye’s intentions and tell him he has the right to use force if Dry Eye ever dares to enter Rosalind’s business again.”
“Yes sir,” (Y/N) responded. “Anything else you need today?”
“No, after that you’re free to have the evening off. Maybe you can keep Ray company so he’ll stop eye fucking you every time you walk into the room.”
Ray’s face was on fire as (Y/N) giggled and Mickey gave him a knowing smile. Their boss left the room first, striking a match to light his cigarette as he went. (Y/N) started to go behind him, but Ray reached out to stop her.
“Listen, um...” She was watching him, expectantly. Ray was never one to be at a loss for words, but her presence alone made him feel like a babbling idiot. “If you don’t have anything planned for your evening, I’d like to have you over to mine for dinner tonight.”
“What did you have in mind?”
I recently had a new barbie installed, and I have some premium grade Wagyu in my freezer. If you like steak, I mean.”
She considered it for a moment before deciding, “I’ll get your number from Ros. You can text me a time and location.”
Ray nodded, an excited smile trying to spread across his face. (Y/N) smiled at him and turned to leave the room, swinging her hips as she went along. Ray couldn’t help but watch her, his anticipation for that night growing.
~~~~~~
Ray was in the process of marinating the steaks and prepping the vegetables when the doorbell rang. He was quick to wash off his hands and nearly run to answer it. (Y/N) was stood waiting, having changed out of her professional attire from the day into a pair of black leggings and a knit jumper. She looked ready for a comfortable dinner in, which Ray was glad for as he himself hadn’t dressed up much for the occasion.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” she responded. “I can already smell dinner.”
“Don’t get too hungry yet. I haven’t put the steaks on the barbie yet. I was waiting for you to arrive first.”
(Y/N) stepped into his home. As she followed him to the kitchen, she took in the massive house. She knew Mickey paid well so she shouldn’t have been so shocked - especially considering the size of Mickey’s own home - but for some reason she wasn’t expecting Ray to live somewhere so big and lavish. It made her tiny apartment very inferior.
“Did you need help preparing anything?” she asked. “I’m not a stellar cook, but I know how to chop veggies.”
“No need for that at all. You’re a guest in my house, therefore you do nothing except sit there and look pretty.”
(Y/N) sat at the island, a small smile on her face. “Well, I am very good at that second part.”
“I can tell.” Ray poured them both a glass of red wine. “I hope you like red. I find it’s what pairs best with a nice steak dinner.”
“I’m not too particular with my wines,” she said. “Although I don’t believe I’ve had this kind before. Looks far too expensive for my usual tastes.”
Ray chuckled. “It’s a bottle Mickey got me when I first moved in as a housewarming gift. I’m normally one for scotch, but like I said, a nice steak dinner with a beautiful lady requires a bottle of red wine.”
(Y/N) took a sip from her glass to hide how flustered she felt. So far, this was gearing up to be one of the best dates she had ever been on: he brought her over to his house so he could cook for them, he had the perfect wine pairing for their dinner, and he was throwing out compliments left and right. It worked greatly in his favor that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever met. She might never want to leave.
Once the steaks had finished marinating, Ray took (Y/N) out to his backyard to show her his new barbie. It was brick laid, designed to look more like a table than a barbie, and the fire from inside of it also heated up underneath the table. When Ray lit it, (Y/N) could already feel the warmth radiating from it from where she sat.
Oh, I could really get used to this, she thought.
She watched Ray cook in silence. She knew not to interrupt the chef when he was working his magic, and in general she was just enjoying watching him work. He was so focused, making sure the steaks were cooked perfectly all the way through before serving them on a plate garnished with the vegetables he had made inside.
“Voila,” he said as he laid a plate in front of (Y/N). “Dinner is served.”
“God, this smells so good,” she said. “Might have to keep you as my own personal chef.”
“Don’t say that before you try it. I could be a garbage chef and I’m just impressing you with wine and my good looks.”
The cocky smile on his face told (Y/N) that Ray knew he was a very good cook.
He sat across from her at the table and they began to eat. The moment the Wagyu touched her tastebuds, (Y/N) felt like she was in heaven. It made sense to her now why this cut of steak cost so much money; it was probably the best cut of meat she had ever eaten in her life. She would gladly pay hundreds for this type of meal. Especially if Ray was the one cooking for her again.
“I think this is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life,” she said.
Ray was beaming with pride. “I passed the test, then?”
“With flying colors. I can’t let you get away. Men who can cook this well are one in a million these days.”
The two were dreading the small talk that usually came with a first date, but as silence fell upon them while they ate, they realized there was no escaping the inevitable. (Y/N) decided to be the one to break the silence by asking, “So, how long have you been working with Michael?”
“Since the beginning,” Ray responded. “I knew him in uni.”
“So you’re an Oxford man?”
“You’ve done your research.”
(Y/N) shrugged. “When you get hired to work for a technical drug dealer, you may as well know as much about the man as you can find out. Decide whether or not it’s going to be a dangerous business.”
“It’s not as dangerous as you’d think. Besides the threat of being arrested.”
She grimaced. That was the one thing she was worried about, but Mickey seemed to be professional enough that he hadn’t been caught thus far.
“Where did you go to uni?” Ray asked.
“I didn’t. I wasn’t smart enough to get accepted anywhere,” (Y/N) responded.
“I find that surprising.”
She smiled. “I appreciate that. I’ve cleaned up my act a lot now, but when I was in school I was very much a troublemaker. Didn’t have any time for school or learning, mainly because I didn’t understand a bloody thing they were trying to teach. I had no desires to go and do post secondary to get a degree that I may never find a job for. I’ve worked at McDonald’s with people who did five years for that silly piece of paper, and they’re not any better than I am.”
“Well, you are working as assistant to one of the most successful business men in London, so I think it’s safe to say they are definitely no better than you are.”
(Y/N) giggled. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or Ray’s compliments, or both, but she was starting to feel flushed. She wondered if he could see how he was making her feel.
At some point, after their food was gone and the wine was running low, (Y/N) found herself on the same side of the table as Ray. She was definitely feeling good from the amount of wine she had drank, and being close to him felt just as intoxicating.
“I’ve had a really, really good night Ray,” she told him. “I haven’t had such a good time on a date in years.”
“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself. Does that mean we could do this again sometime?”
(Y/N) looked up at him. She looked into his blue eyes before peering down at his lips for a quick moment. Sensing what was to come, Ray leaned in just as (Y/N) did and their lips collided. Sparks of electricity ran through (Y/N)’s body, and she was sure it wasn’t the alcohol making her feel that way.
She leaned into Ray’s kiss until she was nearly on his lap. At which point, Ray took hold of her thighs and brought her over to straddle his lap. His hands gently cupped her face while hers ran through his hair. He tested her boundaries by running his tongue along her lips. When she opened them, he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
When they finally managed to break away from one another they were both panting. (Y/N) rested her forehead against Ray’s, both of them with mirroring smiles on their faces.
“Would you like to stay the night?” Ray asked. “No funny business, but I do have a very large bed that feels quite empty when I’m alone.”
“I would love to, but keep that promise of no funny business in mind. I’m not the type to take my clothes off on the first date.”
Ray smiled and ran his fingers through her soft hair. “I’d never dream of crossing your boundaries, love.”
Oh my God, he has to stop being so perfect, (Y/N) thought as she got off Ray’s lap and followed him back into his house for the night.
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Who I've Written/Will Write For
Original Female Characters (Usually related to a Character) I don't usually write reader-insert stories but I did have one for David Tennant characters and I did the whole series of Takin' Over the Asylum plus some original stories added afterwards. I was also working on Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader stories. I don't write stories about the actual actors, it just makes me uncomfortable, I mean how would you feel of people writing you where you do whatever they want. It just makes me uncomfortable.
The Tenth Doctor
Campbell Bain (Takin' Over the Asylum; Young David Tennant) (Reader insert story)
Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
Raymond Wadsworth (Gothic Suburban)
Chip Taylor (68 Kill)
Lesley Juniment-Smith (I need to find a version of the movie where I can have the subtitles.)
Steve Harrington
Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)
Fred Weasley (Might not post; This story got me banned from Wattpad.)
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Be good
Good morning y’all :)
So instead of working on parts of the other fics I’ve written I decided to write a new one. Hopefully I’ll have the other parts to A Year and Retribution done soon! Charlie Hunnam is one of the men I spend way too much time thinking about.
About 1,500 words
Pairing: Raymond Smith x Black female reader
Warnings: Smut! with a little bit of fluff, needy reader
Summary: Reader wants to help Ray relieve some stress, but she’s going to have to wait until he’s done working.
You knocked softly on his office door before peaking your head in, “Ray, can I come in?”.
“Yes angel,” he said shifting his glasses before smiling up at you from his desk.
You shuffled into the room with a book and a highlighter and settled into the couch across from his desk. You tucked in your legs under you giving Ray a peak of your leather garter belt under your long t-shirt. You ignored the intense stare you know he was giving you and sunk even deeper into the couch. “Get back to work love,” you said before pulling the tip of the highlighter between your teeth and opening your book.
Michael, who somehow managed to be his boss and his best friend, was running him dry with new targets he thought could get in the way of his retirement. So you were determined to let him finish whatever he was doing on his laptop before you run him dry. Through your eyelashes, you watched him loosen his tie and undo the first few buttons of his shirt. That’s all it took to have you squeezing your thighs together before looking back down at your book. Half an hour later you were laid out on the couch, fighting against your heavy eyelids.
You took your fresh box braids out of the bun you tucked them in before you left for work that morning. You had to wrestle out of Ray’s arms to get into the shower and lock the door to keep him out. You were already running late when he pulled you into the kitchen “for breakfast”. He bent you over the counter and made you cum on his tongue three times before you pried yourself out of his hands and ran out the door.
Your mouth let out a whimper before your mind could stop it. You froze, feeling his eyes on you. You cleared your throat and sat up, working your hands into your hair. You shuddered as you massaged your scalp trying to ease the dull ache. Your hands went from rubbing your scalp to rubbing the back of your neck, then your chest, looking for any kind of friction. You took a deep breath before squeezing your thighs together again, your mind already hazy at the thought of his beard between your legs. You had a long day at work and just wanted him to hold you, but you also wanted tonight to be about him. So, you had a plan.
“Angel,” he said, bringing you out of your mind. “Come here.”
You chewed on your lip before slowly walking behind his desk. He pulled up your t-shirt, exposing the lower half of your body to him. “Was this in the box that came for you today?” you nodded. He looked up at you with glossy eyes before taking a deep breath and pushing himself away from his desk.
“Sit,” he said tugging you towards him. “No baby. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to distract you. I can wait until you’re done,” you replied, holding onto his wrist.
“Angel, I won’t tell you again. Are you going to be good for me?” he asked, rubbing small circles into your hips. You nodded again before he pulled you into his lap. “Please baby, I just wanna make you feel good,” you whined, palming the bulge in his pants.
“Go ahead, take it,” he grunted. You tugged at his zipper and pulled his member out of his underwear, your mouth watering at the sight. He choked on nothing but air when you spit on his dick, rubbing the spittle up and down his shaft. You stood up to get on your knees before his hands roughly pulled you back onto his lab. “Look at you angel, so eager to take my dick. Do you want me to fuck your throat?” He chuckled at your desperate response, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “I want that too but right now I just want you to sit. If you’re a good girl I’ll give you whatever you want.”
You shuddered at the thought of him edging you all night. You know that it would start with edging and end with paralyzing orgasms. Your legs were already trembling, you won’t make it through the night if you act up now. You whined as he pulled your thong to the side and eased you onto his member. His shallow grunts on your neck made you clench around him. “You’re going to be the death of me angel,” he growled. “Don’t move,” he said landing a loud smack on your ass.
Your eyes couldn’t help but roll back when he bottomed out into you. You bit your lip until you tasted iron. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling at his scalp. “I want you to make yourself come with your fingers only.”
You practically wept at his demand. You snaked your hand down to your clit and started rubbing frantically. You couldn’t help the little moans that escaped your mouth as your pussy instinctively clenched around him. You felt your climax quickly approaching. Looks like now is as good a time as any to act up a little bit. You planted open-mouthed kissed up his neck then harshly pulled on his golden stands before sucking his earlobe into your mouth. He tightened his grip on your hips and gave your ass a harder slap. You recklessly bucked your hips as your climax hit you like a train.
In an instant, you heard his laptop hit the floor and your back took up the space it held. He furiously bucked his hips into you instantly pulling another orgasm out you. His pace was so unforgiving you could barely focus on staying awake. He flipped you onto your stomach before burying himself into you. One hand was gripping your ass as the other collected your braids into his fist and pulled you against him. He moaned into your ear and you sobbed as you felt the coil deep within you snap again. He slid his hand between your thighs and viciously toyed with your clit. You were basically vibrating against him. You knew he was close when he started wildly bucking into your hips. But he wasn’t gonna let himself cum until he brought another one out of you. You forced your hips back into his and screeched through your climax. As soon as he let your body rest against his desk, your vision went black.
He scooped you up into his arms and carried you into his bedroom. You let your eyes open when he placed you on the bed. You smiled taking in his still fully dressed form. So much for your plan.
“You okay angel? I wasn’t too rough was I?” He asked massaging the base of your neck. “If anyone was pulling too tight it was me. That was so so good,” you muttered with a lazy grin. You sat up and dragged him into you to kiss him, letting his tongue explore your mouth before you fell back on the pillow.
He went to the bathroom to clean himself off before returning with a small towel for you. He came out of the bathroom with his hair tucked into a bun and sweats hanging on his waist. He lifted your head and collected your loose braids into a ponytail, twisting them back into the bun. Then he took your scarf off the dresser and wrapped it around your hair into a sloppy knot. When he met your eyes to see the look you were giving him his cheeks turned deep red. “What?” he chuckled. “When’d you learn how to do that?” you ask sitting up on your elbows. “What, tie a scarf? I watch you do it every day, it’s easy,” he muttered rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever white boy. Thank you. You always take care of me,” you said picking at his fingers. “Yeah, whatever,” he replied lacing his fingers with yours. His big blue eyes searched your tired ones for the words you are both still too scared to say. So you just sat like that for a few moments.
“Are you gonna use that towel or what? It’s soaking up the sheets,” you said teasingly. He let out a fake groan before moving to lift your shirt. He unlooped the buckles of your garter belt and slid it down your thighs. He slowly slid your thong down your thighs and spread your knees apart. He looked at the towel he brought out of the bathroom before looking back up at your sleepy form. He threw the towel over his shoulder before coming down between your legs. He placed your thighs over his shoulders and lifted your hips up to his mouth. He smiled as you stirred above him before spitting onto your pussy. He spread his spit over your lips with his tongue before liking up to your clit. You gasped out of your sleep before moaning at the sight in front of you. It was rude of you to leave this morning when he wasn’t done with you. Now he’s going to take his time and there’s nothing you can do about it.
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Desperate, Are We? Pt. 3 (Raymond Smith x reader)
Notes: GIF is not mine, sexual themes 18+ only (oral sex - female and male, p in v penetration, use of toys), mobster themes
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As soon as you stepped foot into the house, you kick off your shoes. Taking them into your hands, you walk up the stairs and strip to take your shower.
You wrap your body in your bathrobe and advance to the bathroom. Tossing the robe on the sink, you turn on the faucet and let the water wash over your frame.
Your eyebrows furrowed when you hear the curtains open and close. Raymond followed you in the shower. "What are you doing?"
"I'm showering with my wife. Is that a crime?" He says calmly and you shake your head, not meeting his gaze. You could feel the heat radiating from him even though he wasn't touching you.
"I thought about what you said about wanting an open marriage. And my answer is no," "What?" You whip your body around and faced him.
"Who the fuck do you think you-" "Y/N, shut the fuck up and let me talk!" He snaps, making you jump. He sighs and steps closer to you.
"Do you really think that anyone else can fuck you like I can? That they can make your eyes roll to the back of your head and whine like a little whore." He adds and your mouth gaped open.
"Your psycho friends are starting to rub off on you and I don't like it." You say, crossing your arms.
"Oh yeah? You wanna know what I don't like? I don't like how fucking disrespectful you are when I treat you like a damn queen." "Now hand me the damn loofa," you stare at him for a moment and his gaze never falters. You shudder at the darkeness of his gaze as you hand him the loofa.
You turn back around while he rubs the soap filled loofa on his body. Fuck, why is that actually hot? You haven't had sex in- wow, months. You let your anger consume you so bad that you actually got how to be happy.
"I fucking hate you, you know that?" You say, turning back around with fury blazing in your eyes. The next thing you knew, you're slamming your lips on his and wrapping your legs around his waist. The wind is knocked out of your lungs when he shoves you into the wall.
His calloused hand trailed up your thighs and cupped your ass. You pull him closer by the neck and slowly slide down so tip brushed against your folds. He wastes no time sliding home, making you both gasp desperately. He slams into you in hard, deep thrusts.
Your walls clenched around him and he groans into your neck. Resting your head against the tile, you clenched harder and he growled.
He rubs angry circles on your clit and you yell out. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh God!" Your eyes screwed shut and your toes curled into his back when you quickly reach your peak.
You roll your hips and clenched whenever the tip was towards the front of your walls. His cum painted your walls and he catches his breath, smiling up at you. "I'm not done," you tell him.
You jump out of his arms and shut off the water. "Out of the tub," you both get out of the tub and you take his hand, leading him out of the bathroom.
You push him onto the bed and he leans on his elbows, watching to see what your next move was. Dragging your tongue across your teeth, you dropped down to you knees and his heart pattered in his chest.
You pump him in your hand and roll the tip with your thumb. His back arches off the bed as desperate gasps leave his mouth. You make a circle with your wrist as you continued to pump him.
"Shit, shit, shit," he chants. He cums again and your wrap your lips around him to swallow everything before kitten licking the tip. He hisses and tries to move away from you but you clamped down on his hips.
Licking the underside of his dick, he twitched in your mouth. His hand settles in your hair as he pulled your mouth away. "Wh-" he sits up and pulls you into his lap.
He wraps his arms around you and your fingers snaked into his hair as you kissed him. He lines himself up with your slicked folds and you sink down on him.
Alternating between C's and Os, you smile when his nails scratched down your back. You roll backwards to throw your ass back and he gasps.
Leaving love marks across his chest, you threw your hips back over and over again until he groans as he came again. With a few more rolls of your hips, you body seized with your second orgasm.
"It's my turn to ruin you. Come here." He rolls over so you were under him. He reaches over into the drawer nearby and pulls out the rose pedal toy. You bite your lip when you see how fucked out he was.
His hair pulled upwards and his swollen lips from you sucking on them. "We can take a break if you want, Ray." "Not until you've got yours,"
"Ray-" "I'm going to take two from you before I pass out of exhaustion." He slide a pillow under your lower back and settles in between your legs. He clicks on the pedal and rubs it against your clit.
Your entire body jolted and his tongue spears into your pussy. Tears formed in your eyes and your hands grabbed at the sheets.
"Fuck, Ray. I'm cl- ah!" The white hot heat ripped through your body, occasionally twitching under the vibrations of the pedal.
He moves the toy on the hood of your clit while the tip of his tongue massages underneath. Your thighs trembled as sobs bubbled in your chest.
"Please, I can't." Your body says into the mattress after you squirt in his beard. Neither of you had the energy to make any commentary. He shuts off the rose and collapsed on top of you.
It took you less than five minutes after you closed your eyes to fall asleep and Ray is already snoozing in your ear.
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Ray wakes up and reaches for you to find a pillow instead. He rolls onto his back and runs a hand over his face. Back to normal, he thinks to himself.
Wait a minute, is that syrup in smelling? He slides on boxers and walk downstairs to see you in one of his shirts as you finished up frying the french toast.
His legs and back were sore from tense them while you sucked the soul out of his body. And you were in the same boat. You're surprised you're awake right now.
"Morning," you say softly, popping a piece of bacon in your mouth. He noticed how you avoid his gaze and smiles.
"Was last night.. that happened right? That wasn't a dream?" He asks, scratching the back of his neck. "Those pretty marks across your chest is an answer in itself,"
He looks down and saw the colony of hickeys littering his chest. "Damn, you really wanted me huh, doll?" You hide your smile by biting your bottom lip. "Oh now you're quiet after you had me whining for you like a baby?" He asks, pressing his chest into your back.
"Had to remind you how majestic this pussy is," "I never forgot," he kisses your neck and you sigh in content. "But yes, I did want you.. I still do." "Look at me," he says softly and you look over your shoulder at him.
But that wasn't enough for him. He shuts off the stove and lifts you on the counter, settling between your legs.
"You're mine. Only mine. Ill let you take control of anything you want. I only bow to you and I love you so fucking much. But if you disrespect me like you used to, they'll be consequences. You understand?" "It won't happen again. I'm sorry." He cups your cheeks and kisses you warmly.
Mafia Bastards
B: "How'd it go buddy?" 8:43 a.m.
S: "It's been a whole twelve hours since we last heard from him. I'd say it went well." 9:07 a.m.
Read at 12:50 p.m.
R: audio message *your moans and desperate cries* "I want you so much, Ray. Please." 12:53 p.m.
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Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen)
Expensive (Ray x female reader)
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The Gentlemen - Raymond Smith Masterlist
Masterlist for all Raymond Smith x Reader stories
A/N: I don't write for enough fandoms. So...here we have him too...
Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut // 😈 darkish // 🐺 A/B/O
A perfect gentleman 💦💕
High on love Coming Soon
Find all of my stories here: Masterlist
#raymond smith#raymond smith x female reader#raymond smith x you#raymond smith x y/n#the gentlemen fanfiction#raymond smith x reader
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Hi Navy! Do you see/picture William or Raymond being nurturers or acting in some kind of nurturing caretaker role as SOs? Do you see that in them?
Hi, nonnie! I see both William and Raymond as dominant men. Calm and controlled until they're pushed. Not opening up and trusting too easily. So taking care of the right partner? Yes. ❤️
With the blood they have on their hands for different reasons, they feel as if they're doing something good and it still gives them a sense of control. They each have their own wants and kinks, but you come first. Always.
Love and thanks. ❤️
#navybrat answers#raymond smith#william miller#will miller#william 'ironhead' miller#raymond smith x female reader#william miller x female reader#will miller x female reader#sweet nonnie#sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated
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I’m 3K deep in a Raymond Smith story and I’m in love with this man.
Let me know if you want to be tagged!
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Drowsy
Prompt from the 100 smut dialogue prompts
Tagging some people that have interacted with previous drabbles: @captainpoopweinersoldier @rayslittlekitten @nessrove @flaireandsynch @autumnleaves1991-blog @innerpaperexpertcloud @darkravenqueen98 @t-r-i-s-h-a-w @waywardimpalawriter
Prompt: Are you wearing my shirt? + Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you
Fandom: The Gentlemen
Raymond Smith x f!reader
Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!Ray, usage of good girl, sleepy smut, reunion smut, oral female receiving
You're seconds away from falling asleep when the bedroom door opens and Ray enters. It's not unusual that he comes to bed later than you and normally you wouldn't have reacted much to his entry but he's been gone for the past week, taking care of something for Mickey, and so you groggily lift your head from the pillow. Offer him a tired smile. He strips down to his boxers before stretching out next to you on the bed and giving you a curious look.
"Are you wearing my shirt?" He asks, one hand petting along your ribs in broad strokes. The simple touch relaxes you even further.
"I missed you." You murmur for a reply. Your eyes begin to slide shut again only to fly wide open at the feeling of the cover being peeled away from you.
"What are you doing?" Your words come out in a jumbled mess, eyes flitting between Ray's face and the hand pulling the cover down until it's in a pile at your feet.
"I missed you too," his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear and it's like a spike of heat straight through your core "Come sit on my face and let me show you how much." You outright groan at the suggestion. Ray’s lips latch onto your neck, sucking and nipping while you grab aimlessly at him.
"Okay." You agree in a whisper turned moan as he zeroes in on your pulse point. Ray hums, clearly content with your answer.
"Good girl." He compliments as he begins to tug your underwear down. Drowsiness still lingers in your limbs and he helps guide you into position, urging you to hold on to the headboard and to tell him if you need to stop. Then he's gone, face disappearing in between your thighs to lave at you lovingly. You're not sure if it's making you more or less tired. On the one hand your mind has gone completely blank, on the other your body is very much awake and aware of his tongue and beard moving against you. Your mind barely registers the fact that you orgasm. You just tense, whimper, then relax, begin to tip to the side and get rescued from falling by Ray’s large hands at your waist. Before you know it you're back under the covers with Ray wrapped around you. And when sleep comes, you feel more content than you can remember ever being before.
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One To Grow On - Oneshot
Pairing: Raymond Smith x female reader
Warnings: cussing, SMUT, female oral receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up), slight roughness
Author’s note: this character is from The Gentlemen
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You’re sitting at the wooden dining room table eating dinner when Ray walks in. You hear him place his keys on the kitchen island. Seconds later he walks up behind you and places a kiss on your temple.
“Sorry I’m late,” he whispers.
You shrug and take a sip of wine, “it’s not like tonight was special.”
Yet it was. You and Ray had been dating for three years.
Ray was consumed with working for Mickey and you were consumed with teaching. You still don’t know how you ended up being in a relationship with Mickey Pearson’s right-hand man. You were a lowly teacher walking home from work one day when a group of rowdy teenagers approached you, trying to rob you.
Raymond had appeared with his slick accented voice threatening them. They all exchanged words. Eventually Raymond got fed up, moved his hand to his hip, revealing his gun. The group had become panicked and backed off.
He had then turned and looked at you.
“May I escort you home?” He had asked.
You had taken in his slicked back blond hair, blue-gray eyes behind the plastic red eyeglasses he wore. You had nodded your head in silence as you stepped away from the wall you had your back against. Your body was jittery from the near attempt on your life that the walk home was uneventful yet when Raymond walked you straight to your door, you couldn’t help yourself by placing a small kiss on his lips.
You had stepped away and looked at him sheepishly with a wicked smile. You had opened the door to your apartment, almost closed it but you had reached out with your hand, pulled him in. He didn’t stop you for paying him back for the rescue. Since then, it had been you and Raymond.
Now you lived under his roof, under his watchful eye. He kept you safe and secure. He loved you and needed you in his home when he returned from his long days with Mickey.
Your eyes now glide over to Raymond who’s leaning against the kitchen island. He shrugs off his jacket and sets it on the counter. He’s wearing a white button-down top which is covered by a black vest. A sleek black tie is tucked into the vest. His pants are black and tapered, held up with a sleek black belt with a simple silver buckle.
You grab your silverware, empty plate and wine glass. You make a b-line for the sink, avoiding his gaze and crossed arms.
Raymond knows you’re upset. He knows what day it is too.
“Y/N,” his voice his quiet.
“Please don’t,” you whisper.
Raymond walks to the dining table and takes a seat in front of the plate of food you had prepared for him. “Come here.”
You turn and face him. Part of you wants to leave him to eat alone, the other part of you desperately wants to walk over to him, sit in his lap and soak him up.
Your sinful side wins as you walk towards him, in your knee length black dress, and sit on his lap. You wrap an arm around his shoulder as his mouth nips at your neck. His beard sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You feel his hand, which is light as a feather, travel up your inner thigh.
“Feed me dinner, while I get my dessert ready,” Raymond whispers as his fingers find your slit, “no underwear?”
You’re quiet as you suppress a moan. He was to be home over a couple of hours ago. You had been in a robe waiting for him to come home but when the food was ready you changed into a simple black dress and ate dinner alone.
Ray’s fingers dance along your slit as your body begins to hum under his touch.
“Ray,” you moan as you reach over and grab a forkful of food.
“Y/N,” Ray whispers as his thumb grazes your clit.
Your body’s flooded with heat as you move the fork towards his mouth. He opens his mouth as you move the fork closer. He closes his mouth around the fork, chews and swallows the food, and releases the fork.
“Delicious, but I want my dessert now.” Ray remarks as he looks at you with those blue-gray eyes.
You straddle his lap and with the strength he has Ray stands up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he wraps his arms around you. Your mouth feverishly at his as he walks you towards the bedroom.
Ray pulls away from you breathlessly as his legs hit the mattress. He gently leans down and lets you slide off him as you sit on the bed. You reach back to find your dress already unzipped. You pull it down and off your body.
Ray hisses at your naked flesh as he places a finger under your chin, dips his head down and brushes his lips against yours.
Your fingers move along his shoulders and through his hair. You bring him down on top of you as you lie back against the bed. Your hands move down his back, running over the fabric of his vest. You roll your hips up and feel his hardness through the material of his pants.
Ray pulls faintly away, “how many you want tonight?”
You grin as you trace his lips with a finger, “as many as you’re willing to give.”
Ray leans down, nips at your neck. His teeth gently pinch your skin. “One.”
You moan lowly, “more.”
Ray dips his head down and moves his mouth over the valley between your breasts. His teeth graze your skin as he moves his mouth up one breast. His tongue flicks the bud which causes you to arch your back and moan.
“Two.” He whispers as he moves to the other breast.
“Fuck Ray,” you moan as you arch your back again. Your hands grasping at the bedding underneath you.
“Two then?”
“No! More.” You whimper as his mouth moves down your stomach. His beard sending volts of heat through your body as his fingers dance along your slit again.
Ray stands up, which leaves your body cold and you immediately sit up.
“Keep the clothes on,” you ground out as you watch his hands move towards his tie.
Ray smirks as he reaches for his glasses instead. He throws them towards the nightstand as he kneels back on the bed in between your open legs. Ray leans back down and sweeps his mouth against yours.
“Three?” He pauses. “One for each year you’ve been with me.”
Your heart skips a beat. “You remembered?”
“I did. Mi—”
“Please don’t say that name in this bed,” you silence him with a lone finger to his lips.
Ray smirks, “we’ve had our trials and tribulations Y/N, but I wouldn’t want anyone else within these walls, in this bed, in my life. Only you.”
Fuck, you think. You knew Ray could be sentimental. You only saw that side of him when he was with you, alone and in the privacy of these four walls he made home.
Ray runs a finger down your cheek. It had been you since the day he had swooped in and stopped you from being robbed, or worse. He had walked you home, straight to your front door. He had seen the kindness in your eyes and the shyness in your smile and he let himself be dragged into your flat by your hand and he found home, over the course of time, with you.
Ray’s mouth finds yours. He knows you’re at a loss for words, you always are when he reveals his emotions to you. He knew it surprised you because of his line of work – drugs, money, sex, violence. Ray was a hardened man because of his job but with you he had found his heart.
You cup his cheeks and lift his mouth from yours, “I love you Raymond.”
“I love you Y/N,” Ray looks at you, “now let me ravish you and makeup for being late.”
You blush as Ray kisses his way back down your body. He settles between your open legs and dips his head. His tongue licks up your slit as his fingers open it.
“Fuck,” you hiss as your hands grasp the sheets when his tongue circles your clit.
Ray swirls his tongue around your clit then sucks on it as he hears you inhale a sharp breath and release a gasp and low moan. He knows your orgasm is rising inside of you as you move your hands to his head and run your fingers through his blond hair.
“Fu—Ray—mmm—fu,” you pant out in low moans as your orgasm reaches the edge.
Ray teases your clit lightly as your fingers apply pressure to his scalp.
“Ray!” You moan out loudly as your orgasm moves through your body and his tongue keeps lapping at the sensitive nub.
Your body trembles with aftershocks as another orgasm begins to build inside of you. Your heart is beating over a 100 miles per second as you begin to roll your hips, meeting the teasing licks of Ray’s tongue.
“Ray—fuuu—mmm,” you breathlessly pant as your toes curl and your second orgasm makes your body tremble under Ray’s tongue once again.
Seconds later Ray moves his mouth against one inner thigh, scraping his beard along your flesh. He knows this sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin.
One of your hands reaches for his absentmindedly, and you sigh as his hand finds yours and he interlocks fingers. He scrapes his beard along your other inner thigh. He grins to himself as he feels your body shiver and the light goosebumps under his mouth.
Ray kneels between your open legs and looks down at you. He takes in your Y/H/C hair, your Y/E/C eyes watching him as he lets go of your hand and begins undressing. He makes quick work of his vest, tie, and shirt.
You bite your lip as you reach out and run your hands up his muscular abdomen and chest. You lean forward and kiss his warm skin. You help him undo his belt and pants. You reach into his pants as he pushes them down his hips. Your hand finds his thick cock hard.
You stroke him slowly as you look up at him. You swirl your thumb around the tip as Ray leans down and brushes his lips against yours, not caring about tasting yourself on him.
Ray moans lowly as he pulls faintly away and runs a finger along your lips then jaw.
You see the pure lust he has in his eyes. You grin and remove your hand then lie back against the mattress as Ray slides off the bed and removes his pants hurriedly.
After he’s fully naked, Ray climbs back onto the bed then lies down. He watches as you sit up and straddle his body. He moans lowly as he watches you rise and wrap a hand around his cock. His moan becomes louder as he feels your pussy sink slowly onto his cock inch by inch.
Ray’s hands grasp your hips as you begin to roll them slowly back and forth. His eyes sweep over your body as you tilt your head and arch your back. He intakes a breath and releases it slowly as he feels your hands on his chest and your fingers digging in.
Ray thrusts up into you, trying to match the rolling of your hips. His own orgasm rising inside of him as your slick walls clutch him tightly inside of your wet and hot depths.
“Fu—mmm,” Ray moans lowly as his hands tighten on your hips.
You begin to pick up the pace of rolling your hips as you feel Ray tighten his hands on your hips. Another orgasm building rapidly inside of you as the grinding of your hips against his groin hits you in the right place.
“Ray,” you moan deeply as your fingernails dig into his flesh, leaving marks.
Ray sits up and thrusts into you roughly once, then twice. He wraps his arms around you as your body trembles inside his arms. He knows your orgasm is rolling through your body, and he still needs to climax himself.
“Ray,” you half moan, half whisper as you lazily wrap your arms around Ray’s shoulders.
“Y/N,” Ray whispers as he pulls you slowly down then flips you onto your back and lies between your open legs.
You reach up and place your hands on his shoulders as he begins thrusting in and out of you hungrily. Your body is spent, yet full of euphoria from the three promised orgasms he’s given you. His rapid thrusts are hitting you in the right place as you feel another orgasm rise inside of you.
You keep your eyes on his as Ray as he places a hand on your hip. His touch sends more heat through you as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.
“Y/N,” Ray pants before capturing your mouth with his.
You moan as you roll your hips up, getting the last few of thrusts to grind against you which causes you to dig your fingers into his shoulders and kiss him back deeply.
Ray feels your pussy pulsating around him as he empties himself inside of your depths. He pulls you up with one arm then wraps both around you as he lets the two of you sink slowly into the soft mattress.
Minutes later you and Ray pull away from one another. His eyes searching yours and yours searching his.
You cup his cheek and stroke his skin. “Four.”
Ray smirks, “one to grow on,” he pauses, “forgiven?”
You smile and laugh, “yes. You always know when you are.”
Ray kisses you lightly then whispers, “I love devouring my dessert. She’s the sweetest thing on this earth.”
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Hi Navy👋🏾 I’d like to play with alphabet game too —- A, N, and Q with Raymond, Will, and Steve from your “Ready or Not” series
I'm sorry for the delay on this, lovely!
And, my God, Ready or Not. I haven't updated that in years. 😭 Some dark themes ahead with Steve.
A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)
Raymond would rather use his imagination, especially after seeing a particularly nasty video. Before you two are together, he loves to picture you on your knees, begging for him to fuck your throat or your pussy. And thanking him when he's finished with you. It always puts him over the edge.
Will is extremely disciplined. He has to be in his line of work. But even he can't help himself if you happen to send him a suggestive photo or text. Jerking himself off isn't as satisfying since he'd rather finish inside you, but it helps take the edge off when necessary.
Steve loves being able to look at you, so any visual is a good thing. Whether it's photos or videos of you. And of course, managing to have that pornographic video of a "couple" that looks like the two of you, it's easy for him to imagine that it's him fucking you until he gets his hands on you.
N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)
Raymond won't hesitate to tie to you his bed and shove a vibrator inside you if you try and distract him from his work. He'll mess with the settings and keep you on edge until he finishes what he needs to. He'll get you off himself, but you better apologize. And he'll remind you that while he does have a job to do, you're the most important thing to him.
Will sometimes has pent up emotions and aggression because of the assignments he had, so he likes having control. He isn't one to deny you an orgasm, but he wants to be the one to give them to you. So if he tells you not to touch yourself, don't. If you need to get off that badly, he'll do it with him fingers, tongue, and cock. He'll wreck you the way you need.
Steve, it depends on what you've done. If you try to run away, he'll overstimulate you until you're on the verge of passing out. If you mouth off, he'll edge you until you cry and beg for forgiveness. He isn't letting you go, so he good for him.
Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)
Raymond loves hearing you, but there's also something hot about covering your mouth and smothering your sounds as he drives nice and hard into you. It's like your noises are just for him to have. And when he releases his hand, it better be his name spilling from your lips.
Will may be a motivational speaker now, but he's generally quiet by nature. So he may not voice it loudly, but he'll keep his lips on yours or at your ear to praise you for taking him so well and being the best thing to ever happen to him. And hearing you moan his name is another reminder of how lucky he is to come home to you.
Steve doesn't want you to be quiet. Say his name, moan how much you love him. And he'll grunt how you belong to him, how no one else will ever touch you. You're his girl and he wants everyone to know that.
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Love and thanks! ❤️
Dirty A-Z with a character
#navybrat answers#character ask#ask game#raymond smith#william miller#will miller#william 'ironhead' miller#steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#raymond smith x female reader#william miller x female reader#will miller x female reader#steve rogers x female reader#raymond smith headcanon#william miller headcanon#steve rogers headcanon#forg3tbytw0#sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated
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