#raymond smith x fem

[rayslittlekitten]

You Won't Let Me

“Toff Girl” (aka “Damsel” Universe) Masterlist

A/N: I had a good chunk of this chapter written out even way before the last chapter was started. I got a little stuck on this but I think I finally got this to where I want it to be. I am sorry (not sorry) for all the angst in this. "You Won't Let Me" by Rachael Yamagata was the driving force behind this. "Under the Table" by BANKS was an inspiration as well (YT link for both below). Those are both beautiful songs and recommend checking them out if you're not familiar.

Rating: T/M (no smut, but some mentions of D/s dynamic/elements)

Word Count:  1,378

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!reader

Plot: Things don't go as expected when you thought you had it all figured out.

Contains: lots of hurt and angst, some mentions of D/s dynamics/elements, bratting, possible death threats?

Ray is sitting at the bar of Princess Victoria enjoying his afternoon tea while reading the paper. The pub isn't open for a few more hours for evening service. The quietness is interrupted when he hears the front door open.

"Sorry, we're not open--" Ray stops mid-sentence when he sees your reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

As you strut towards him, he spins around on his stool and is met with your lips crushing his. You grab his face and dig your fingers into his beard. You practically melt into him. Getting caught off guard, Ray allows it for a moment until he puts his hands on your waist and gently pushes you off as he stands up.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Ray asks.

"We had a problem you couldn’t solve and I just did that for you. For us.”

“What are you talking about?” Ray tilts his head, confused at what you’re referring to.

“Fletcher! He’s never going to blackmail us - I mean you and Mickey - ever again,” you tell him, unable to contain your excitement. “We can be together again!”

Ray quickly looks around the pub and the street right outside before locking the front door and pulling you into the dining area in the back where he and Mickey usually conduct their business for more privacy.

“What did you do?” Ray turns to face you with knitted brows.

“Let’s just say you and Mickey are not the only ones in London who have power and resources," you answer smugly with a smirk.

“For fuck’s sake!” He huffs and shakes his head. “That was my problem alone. Not yours to fix and I had fixed it!”

“God damn it, Ray!” You chuckle and shake your head. “I thought you would be happy about this.” 

Your chin starts to tremble and you put your hand over your frowning mouth.

“I’m so sorry,” Ray breathes out as he helplessly watches you cry yet again. 

You shove him, slap his chest and then start pounding on it. Why do you torture yourself like this? You must truly be a masochist.

“No, you’re not! Just tell me Fletcher wasn’t the problem. If you didn't want to be with me anymore, just tell me instead of fabricating this stupid elaborate excuse,” you shout.

“It wasn’t an excuse–” Ray starts.

“Then why can’t we be together? I handled the only thing that was keeping us apart!”

“Fletcher is a greedy, sneaky cunt and will find any and every opportunity to milk as much money as he can from anyone. You should have talked to me about this before impulsively doing that,” he scoffs.

“Like how you talked to me about ending our relationship before deciding that for us?” you jab back. “Well I did what I thought was best for us.”

“Would you stop being a spoiled brat for one fucking moment? So what if you’re filthy rich? Money can’t solve every problem!” Ray steps in and gets right into your face. 

You stare at him and step in closer to him, your noses practically touching.

"Yes, I am a filthy rich spoiled brat and I would pay Fletcher off each and every time to keep his bloody mouth shut for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes for me to get what I want. What are you going to do about it, huh?" One of your eyebrows lifts slightly.

Ray glares at you.

“I already did what was best for everyone and there’s nothing more I need to do. If you want to continue to throw money away at Fletcher, that has nothing to do with me,” Ray shakes his head and crosses his arms.

You suddenly slap him hard across the face, nearly knocking his glasses off. He looks back at you in shock. 

“What do you think you are doing?” He takes a small step back and adjusts his glasses.

“Being. A. Filthy. Rich. Spoiled. Brat.” You punctuate each word with a poke to his chest, making his eyes twitch.

“Stop it!” Ray snarls. 

“Make me!” You challenge as you take another step closer to him and try to slap him again but he catches your wrist.

Ray’s eyes go dark for a moment, focused on the satin collar around your neck hiding slightly under your jacket collar, after hearing the sweet jingle of the bell. His favorite.

You stare back at him, anticipating his next move. His eyes move back to yours and his face softens. He then intakes a quiet sharp breath when you kneel down in front of him.

“Get up,” he commands.

“Make me!” You repeat.

“This isn’t a game!”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, shaking your head.

“Michael is going to be here any minute,” he spits, glancing at his watch.

“I don’t care! Tell me you don’t want this, that you don’t love me anymore and you’ll never hear from me or see me ever again,” you tell him.

Ray adjusts his glasses as he continues to stare down at you, exasperated.

“You need to leave,” he says while glancing at his watch.

“Tell me you don’t love me,” you demand again.

“It’s… it’s complicated,” he answers, his eyes twitching again.

“No, it’s not. It’s either you love me or you don’t.”

“Be a good girl for me and get up,” he tries again, changing tactics.

“No! Not until you-”

“The only reason we’re in this situation is because I love you!” he finally says. “We shouldn’t have even started seeing each other in the first place and I can only blame myself for allowing it to happen knowing what the risks were.”

“I don’t care about the risks,” you tell him. “It’s worth it.”

“I care about the risks. This isn’t just about you and me,” he starts. “There are a lot of people - innocent people - who can get hurt including your family if the wrong people find out about us.”

“I’ll behave,” you plead as you crawl over to him and rub your face against his thigh. “I’ll be a good kitten. I promise–” 

“Stop begging like a desperate fucking dog!” Ray snarls in disgust. “It’s pathetic!” he grabs your arm and yanks you up to your feet.

Normally, his degradation would turn you on, but his intentions behind his words feel far from playful and for once, it absolutely crushes you. Is that how he truly feels? Has he always felt this way?

“It’s over! You have to accept it!” he shouts.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Ray frantically takes a step back from you, creating distance and turning around to find Mickey walking in.

“H-hi, boss! Not at all!” he quickly spits out, feeling embarrassed. 

“Uh, Miss–” Ray glances over at you and does a double take when he sees the hurt in your damp eyes. It wasn’t the same sadness he saw earlier when he shot down your idea, not even when he broke up with you. He didn’t just break your heart just now. He also broke your spirit.

His face falls, regretting his choice of words in the heat of the moment.

“I was just leaving,” you finish his lingering sentence, before rushing out the pub without saying goodbye.

For a moment, Ray reaches out for you when you walk pass him, but he restrains himself at the last moment. He didn’t want to leave things between you like this. He watches you as you make your way through the pub until you’re out of sight.

“Ray, I thought I told you to handle that,” Mickey says as he pulls out a chair and settles in.

“I thought I did,” Ray replies. “But I don’t think there will be any more problems.”

“Well, there better not be or I may have to handle this one myself,” Mickey tells him. 

“Boss…you don’t mean–” Ray’s eyes start twitching.

“Ray, I’m not in the business of killing people,” Mickey cuts him off. “That is only reserved as a last resort for people really deserving of it.”

Ray lets out a breath of relief.

“But if I have to handle it myself, she’s going to wish she was dead. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, boss,” Ray nods.

“Good. Now, where are we with the Sheffields?”

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[watchtowerindistress]

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.”

 Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14  @darkravenqueen98​

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[holylulusworld]

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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[nyotamalfoy]

Could I request our British boy Raymond Smith? :)

A/N: You sure can! I love Ray so much tbh. Loved the Gentlemen, a lot of swearing tho. Anyways, hope you like this! <3

Raymond Smith x fem!Reader  

“I ship them!”  

“Who am I supposed to be picking up exactly?”   

“A (Y/H/C) haired girl with a nervous-looking face.”  

“That’s very helpful, thank you.”  

“Ray, don’t stress. She’ll find you.”  

So, this is why, for the past 15 minutes, Raymond Smith had been sitting in his car, staring at the airport’s gates in hopes of finding a girl that fits the rather broad description given by his boss, the one and only, Mickey Pearson.   

A knock on the passenger side window disrupted his watchful lookout on the gates. He couldn’t exactly see the person’s face but decided to take a risk and rolled down the windows.   

“Hello. Did Mickey send you?” The ‘(Y/H/C) haired girl with a nervous-looking face’ asked. The first thing Raymond noticed was that she had a different accent and that Mickey’s description was very much true.  

“Hi, uh, yes. Raymond Smith,” He said holding out his hand for her to shake. When she did, he noticed how small her hand felt in his and he realised that he loved the unfamiliar feeling.  

“(Y/N),” She said with a smile before continuing. “Where should I keep my suitcase?” She asked as she retracted her hand.  

“Oh, let me help you with that.” He got out and walked to her side after opening the boot.   

Before picking up her suitcase to stash it in the back, he opened the passenger door for her and asked her to get in.   

“How did you find me?” Raymond asked (Y/N) as he pulled out of the car park and started driving towards Mickey’s mansion.   

“Mickey told me to look for a black car with the darkest tinted windows.” Her response almost made him laugh as he remembered Mickey making fun of how Ray’s cars all had ‘windows that looked like they were painted black’.   

The rest of the car ride was pleasantly silent except for the radio playing pop songs, almost all of which were known to (Y/N) as she softly sang along.   

Once they reached, Ray carried her suitcase after ignoring her words of protest as she insisted, she could do it on her own but, being a gentleman, Ray couldn’t bring himself to leave her to do it. As they walked up the driveway, he could almost feel (Y/N)’s radiating excitement as she practically skipped alongside him.  

“MICKEY!” She ran up the rest of the way as she saw Mickey and Rosalind appear at the door. She hugged, or rather jumped on, Mickey with such force that he almost lost his balance. He laughed and caught her with precision and spun her around once before settling for a tight hug.   

“Hey, kid!” Rosalind said as (Y/N) went to hug her next.   

“Ugh, Ros, I’m not a kid anymore! I’m 23 for god’s sake!” (Y/N) grumbled, still smiling, as she went to stand near Mickey again.   

“How was the flight?” He asked.  

“Not too bad. Watched a movie, read a book. That’s about it.”  

“How’d you like Mr Smith over here?” Mickey gestured towards Ray as he watched the reunion with a sceptical eye. He still didn’t know who this new character was but she didn’t look like she posed a threat.  

“He’s a perfect gentleman. Wasn’t anything less than polite and respectful.” (Y/N) smiled over at him.  

“Looks like you made a good first impression, Ray!” Mickey laughed and said before continuing. “By the way, let me formally introduce you two. Ray, this is (Y/N), my sister, and (Y/N) this is Raymond Smith, my right-hand man. You can trust him with anything.”   

‘I never knew he had a sister, but this makes a lot of sense now. All those phone calls he made and those gifts he sent to America were to his sister.’ Raymond thought to himself as he shook her hand again in formality.   

“She doesn’t warm up to anyone this easily so you should consider yourself lucky, Ray,” Mickey says as he pats him on the shoulder.  

“I feel like we’re going to be very good friends, Ms. (Y/N).” He says as he nods at her and she smirks back.  

“Oh my god! They’re flirting, I ship them! They’ll be so cute together!” Ros says as she hooks her arm with Mickey’s. The latter hums and looks suspiciously between Ray and (Y/N).  

“Ray, I like you a lot but if you hurt my sister, there’ll be hell to pay. Understand?” Mickey says to Ray in a stern voice.  

“Yes, boss,” Ray replies with a smile and winks at (Y/N). She smiles and hides her face in her brother’s shoulder.   

“Oh, this is going to be great!” Ros says as they all walk start walking inside the mansion with Mickey still warning Ray about the things that he shouldn’t do if he wants to stay alive and (Y/N) laughing at the look on Ray’s face.  

Here began, the beautiful and somewhat cliché story, of (Y/N) Pearson and Raymond Smith.

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[double-hoe-seven]

Beard Burn

Kinktober Day 16 Kinktober Prompt: Cunnilingus/Sleepy Sex Summary: Even when tired, he’s insatiable and more than that, he’s a giver. Pairing: Raymond Smith x Reader Word Count: 1,265 Warnings: fem-receiving oral, sleepy sex, beard burn, Raymond Smith Fandom: The Gentlemen (2019/2020) Rating: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A slight tickle between your legs made you shift some, only slightly disturbing your light slumber. You started to change positions, turning onto your side but were blocked by something broad, then a hand settled on your hip and gently pushed it back down. Ray. A tired smile spread across your face and you ran your fingers through his soft hair as he kissed along your thigh. "Good morning to you too, babe," you said with a hum, resting your arm over your eyes to block out the sunlight. "How'd you sleep, love?" He asked in his gravelly morning voice, looking up with his eyes while his lips stayed on your thigh, nibbling a small love bite on the soft skin. "Well I was enjoying a nice dream, and then I felt something tickle, and then I woke up with you between my thighs," you summarized with a tired, sarcastic smile. He chuckled softly "it's my day off, I just wanted my favorite breakfast, baby. Can you blame me?" "You could have waited until I was awake to eat," you countered. "What can I say? I'm a starving, starving man," he said with a shrug, grazing the soft skin of your inner thigh with his teeth.

He nuzzled his cheek against your thigh softly, making sure his beard rubbed against the gentle skin; he grinned at the pleased hum you emitted. "It's not often I get a day off, my love. So, may I have my favorite meal of the day?" he asked politely while his thumb slowly worked between your petals, his hazel eyes gleaming with joy and just a hint of leftover sleepiness. "How can I deny that face?" You asked as you reached down to cup his cheek, lightly tracing your thumb along his jawline.

"You can't," he said proudly before licking a painfully slow stripe up to your clit, circling the nub slowly with his tongue. Your eyes fell shut as hums lazily fell from your lips with each slow swipe of his tongue; the gentle motions didn't seem to go with the scratchiness of his beard on your sensitive lips as he dove further into you. One of his hands squeezed your thigh softly and the other reached up to cup your breast, carefully tweaking the nipple between two of his fingers. His low chuckle at your soft, pitiful moans sent vibrations to your core. "Fuck Ray," you mumbled as you lazily tugged his hair. "So sweet, love,  like nectar from the most divine flower in the garden," he purred seductively with a smirk. His eyes darkened at the whine you let out.

Raymond made brief eye contact with you and when he received the small nod, he buried his face between your legs. His tongue longingly laps at your cunt and his eyes fall shut as he sets his lazy pattern of teasing you enough to get you worked up before calming down; he chuckles when you whine to object or pull his hair impatiently. You sigh in relief when you feel his tongue dip into your entrance, slowly thrusting the muscle into you while the hand on your hip moves to cover your mound, his thumb rubbing relaxed circles over your bud to match the relaxed thrusts of his tongue. The orgasm that washed over you is subtle, your muscles all simultaneously clenched and your back arched off of the mattress. You tugged his hair slightly and let out a shaky exhale. By the time your muscles were relaxing and your eyes fluttered open again, he was laying next to you on his side, his gaze watching his thumb play with your clit.

"C'mere," you muttered with a dazed smile, already pulling him on top of you and kissing him lovingly. The hand tangled in his hair held him to you as you kissed, humming the taste of yourself on his lips. Without so much as pausing, he positioned himself over you and pushed his member into you. He wrapped your legs around his waist and thrusts slowly, his hand cupping your jaw as he briefly pulling his lips from yours, resting his forehead against your own "I love you, babe, so much." "I love you too Ray," you said, promised as your eyes met. He slowly rutted his hips against yours in a way that had his pelvis grinding against your mound with each movement, sending bursts of pleasure to your center. He leaned down for another kiss, though it was only brief before he cupped your breast and took the hardened peak into his mouth, suckling slowly and humming against the bud.

Gradually, he rocked his hips faster yet still at a relaxed pace, like he was in no hurry to finish. A mixture of quiet moans and hums left you as he rocked slowly, the slight curve of his member brushing against the best spots inside of you. His breathing came out in soft huffs of air as he looked between you, watching his length enter you repeatedly, transfixed on the sight. "You feel so good, Ray," you mumbled; your brain still wasn't awake enough to actively think of something witty or clever to say. "And you always do, my love," he returned.

Again, your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair again, holding him there and anchoring yourself to him as you felt another climax nearing. You rocked your hips against him a few times before one of his hands came to hold your hips down. "Now be patient, love," he chastised, blowing on your nipple he'd be lavishing with attention and chuckling at the full-body shiver the small action caused. "Wanna cum, Ray" you muttered with a soft, barely audible moan. "Not yet, angel," he hummed back, before his lips attached to the nipple he'd been ignoring, giving it the same lavish attention. "Please," you begged softly. He held a finger out in front of you in a motion that meant 'wait'. You held back a small whine at the gesture. Moments later, his movements felt more rigid, needier but not quite urgent.

"Go on, love," he urged just before pinching your clit. A surprised moan-yelp leaped from your throat and you moaned his name as you came, your arms tightening around him and holding on for dear life. When you eventually came down, your head fell back onto the pillow beneath it and your entire being relaxed at once. You felt his muscles tensing beneath your hands as he came, a broken moan sounding as he threw his head back, holding your hips flush against his until his climax subsided. Panting some, he collapsed over you, using his forearms to keep his weight from crushing you. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, kissing the skin softly. You loosened your legs from around his waist and brushed some hair out of his face with your hand, moving with him when he rolled onto his back. "What's gotten into you this morning?" You asked curiously as you folding your arms over his chest, resting your head on them. "I know you've got a bunch of boring meetings today, thought you might like to think of me between your legs so you don't die of boredom," he said with a yawn and a surprisingly goofy grin. "So you used your beard to mark my thighs?" You asked with an amused grin. "And your breasts, not that anyone else is gonna see it, though," he said proudly. You rolled your eyes and shook your head with a chuckle "you're lucky I like beard burn, Raymond." "I'm lucky for more than that, love."

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[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Pleasant Distraction

Pairing  ::  Raymond Smith x  fem!Reader

Warnings  ::   18+ Content, SMUT/NSFW

Word Count  ::  640

Summary  ::  Though you tried to help Ray take a small break, you somehow ended up bent over his desk instead

A/N  ::  Guys, I promise the next fic I put up with be for The Soldat and The Flower

Ray had one hand on the small of your back pushing you down, and the other rubbing circles onto the side of your ass.

“You know darling, I really don’t appreciate you trying to distract me while I’m working.”

He moved his hand down to trace his fingers lightly over the fabric that covered your slowly dampening pussy. 

“I wasn’t trying to distract you, Ray, I was only suggesting you take a short break. You’ll work yourself to death if you don’t.” 

You were being honest. You often worried about the constant stress he was under due to work and tried your hardest to get him to relax. Typically, it didn’t work, so this time, you thought of sitting on his desk and refusing to move until he had at least taken a fifteen-minute break. Somehow, that had backfired on you and ended up with you bent over his desk with your skirt flipped up.

“Is that right?”

He began to rub your folds, the wet patch on your panties slowly growing. You bit your lip and tried to squeeze your legs together but he kicked your legs apart. You were spread wide open for him.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should take a break, after all, I’ve been neglecting you for a while, haven’t I?”

He pushed your panties to the side, beginning to rub circles into your clit. You mewled in response, forehead falling against the desk. With Ray staying up late to finish his work, you ended up in bed hours before him, so it had been a while since you two were together. With neither of your busy schedules helping the situation.

The movement was slow, gradually building up in pace. Your hips began to move along, needy for his touch. He pulled his hand away only for a moment to pull down your panties before continuing.

“I forgot how wet you’d get just for me.”

“Just for you,” You breathed out, focused on the small tingles of pleasure that ran through your body.

Suddenly, he started rubbing your clit faster, building up the friction with your juices lubing his fingers. You let out a moan, a warmth quickly building to soon be released.

You wiggled your hips faster against his hand, desperate for your high till it finally came flowing out. You didn’t have much time to enjoy it, because as your mind was hazy with pleasure, you hadn’t noticed Ray had unbuckled his pants. As you came, Ray rammed his fully erect cock in your cunt, feeling it pulse around him. He let out a low curse, feeling how you tightened around him. You nearly screamed, sensitive from cumming only seconds ago.

He continued to thrust into you at a brutal pace, your cries of pleasure fueling him to get you to cum again. Your hands balled into fists, your body still tense and twitching slightly, having not yet recovered from your high. 

Ray made sure to bottom out with each thrust he made, wanting to stretch you out and take in his entire length. You could feel the same tingling sensation build-up, your brain slowly turning into mush.

“Ray!” You moaned loudly, your walls clenching around his cock this time as you came.

He groaned, his cock pulsing in you needing to release. As he got closer, his grip on your hips tightened, sure to leave marks. With his breath heavy and ragged, he came, holding you close so your pussy could milk him as he did. You felt each hot spurt inside you, slowly rolling your hips against his until he was done.

“You were right, love. I feel much better after taking a short break.”

“You know this isn’t the type of break I meant.”

He leaned down planting a kiss on your cheek. “No, but it was much more pleasurable.”

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[xowlan]

Nice to meet you, Birdy| R. SMITH

p a i r i n g: raymond smith x fem!reader

f a n d o m: the gentlemen

s u m m a r y: you meet Raymond in very unexpected circumstances

w a r n i n g s: violence, guns, hints at sexual assault

m a s t e r l i s t

The door opens.

Stepping inside you took of the black leather gloves that shielded your hands from the harsh cold winter. Your eyes looked around and you noticed the barman eyeing you. You probably weren't the first stranger he saw that night as you expected that your friends had already arrived. But by the looks of the warm-colored bar, you wouldn't be surprised that the place had its regulars.

Looking away from the barman, you found your friends at a table in what seemed to be a backroom that had several tables at the side with one round table in the middle. The place was very crowded, but no one sat at that round table.

Walking over to your friends, you greeted each other. Smiling at them, you took off your coat and nestled on one of the wooden chairs.

Saskia, your talkative friend, ordered you a glass of wine before she turned to you. "So how was Texas?" She wiggled her eyebrows. You just came back from Texas where the rest of your family lived.

Being born a Texan, you never really felt at home there. The only thing that kept you there were the horses your parents trained. But when you were twenty, you met a guy from New York who was on vacation in your hometown. You both quickly fell in love and after a couple months, you decided to move in with him in his New York penthouse. His way of living was different from yours. You changed your hard days at the barn for paperwork in a car selling room. Parties, where your brother sang around a bonfire, were replaced by fancy balls where you met people with all kinds of titles.

It was a big change, and while you expected you would have difficulties adapting to that kind of life, you actually rolled into it. You loved it because you had everything you dreamed of when you were a kid. When you and your ex decided to each go their own way, you moved to the UK after deciding to live a life of success. And so far, that was going good.

Your eyes lingered on the freckles of your friend. "Texas was good, although my family looked at me as if an alien lived with them."

"How come?" Felicia asked, pushing a stray of blonde hair back. You sipped from your wine and shrugged. "They are farmers. Although money isn't strange to us, it always goes towards the horses. You should've seen their faces when I arrived with the Lamborgini I rented."

Samantha snorted, her sitting opposite of you. "Who the fuck rents a Lambo to drive through dust and horse shit?"

"I do." You wink at the three girls. They laugh at you. "You're truly one of a kind, y/n," Saskia muttered.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and wine, and you even swapped sides with Samantha, as you now faced the entire bar. The number of customers had extremely lowered. You had noticed that all over the bar, men were sitting, clothed in what seemed to be very expensive long coats. A bad feeling had kicked in and you looked at the full glasses of you and your friends.

They hadn't noticed anything at all, so while they kept talking, you had your eyes wandering. The barman seemed to be on edge as he made a fast call, his eyes keeping guard on the different men.

There truly was something going on.

You knew about the criminal activity in London. Its rate wasn't very low and you were truly hoping that whatever was going on, it hadn't anything to do with the mob.

"I think we should go." You muttered to your friends, realizing you, your friends, and the odd men were the only ones left at the bar. Saskia nodded. "Fine, but I'm going to pee first." Before you could protest, she stood up and stumbled over to the bathroom.

Turning to your other friends, you thought of a way to get them out while you waited for a drunk Saskia. You knew they all came with a taxi, so digging into your purse you threw them your car keys. "Why don't you guys warm up the engine while I wait for Saskia. The car`s around the corner."

Samantha gave you a strange look but did take the keys before leaving the bar with Felicia. Some of the men watched the two girls leave before they turned their gaze onto you. You swallowed and decided to make yourself look busy by putting on your coat. You hadn't realized that the barman had reached your table. "You should leave, we're about to close."

"I'm just waiting for my friend then we will go." You said. Seeing the look in your eyes, the man knew you had figured out about the group of men. His mouth opened to speak but he was interrupted by the front door opening.

You peeked around him and your breath hitched when you saw three men walking in, each strong and big. But the one in front caught your eyes. The blonde slicked back hair, the blonde beard that just called out for you to run your fingers through it and the blue eyes enhanced by a pair of glasses truly did it for you.

They all stood tall and the blonde walked towards you and the barman while the two stayed at the door. Blue eyes pierced into yours as the stranger neared. "I thought I said to make sure that all the customers were gone, Jordan."

"She is just waiting on her friend."

"There is someone else?" The stranger raised an eyebrow, looking at you. "She is in the bathroom, drunk." You muttered. Looking over the shoulder of the tall man in front of you, you saw one of the others standing up before reaching for a gun. "No one is leaving. She knows what the fuck is going on Ray. We're both from the same world, you know she needs to die." The man chuckles.

But you didn't find his words funny at all. Freezing up, you stared at Ray with scared eyes, silently pleading to keep you alive. "Please", you try, "I don't know what's going on, just let us go." A sob escaped you. Ray lifted a finger and hushed you quietly. He took a step forwards, covering your body fully with his, and leaned in so he was breathing right next to your ear. "Hide." He whispered the one word that made you run.

All hell had burst loose.

Hiding underneath a table, you covered your ears from the gunshots while silently praying that Saskia stayed in that bloody bathroom. Your ears were ringing and your wide eyes stared at the cold floor that was hard against your knees. Silent tears streamed down your face.

Not noticing the sudden silence, you jumped when a hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you from underneath the table.

"Hey, hey, it's me," Ray shouted, holding you firmly in his large hands, the golden ring around his left pinky digging into the skin of your arm. "You're okay."

You slowly calmed down. Your breathing evened out as you focused on the blue eyes of Ray. His deep voice finally got through you. You wanted to look around but the moment you shifted in his hold, he held you still.

"Don't. You don't wanna see this." Ray muttered, features soft as he noticed the fear in your eyes. "Are you gonna kill me?" You had to ask. You just witnessed the murder of five men. You saw something not meant for your eyes.

Ray sighed and looked over his shoulder. "Bunny," the tall dark man looked up from the body he was dragging around. "call the boss, tell him what happened and that I will come in with a witness tonight. Frazier, why don't you check up on the lady in the bathroom?"

The men did as ordered and Ray turned his attention to you. "You're not going to die, but you will have to understand that because of this you are now pulled into a world where you will have to learn to keep your mouth shut to your family, friends, boyfriend, anyone."

"I don't have a boyfriend." You remarked and you almost missed the small smirk on Ray's lips. Frazier appeared at Ray's side as he looked at you. "Your friend is passed out."

Ray sighed and nodded. "Take her in the car, we will bring her home before we take this Birdy to the boss." Two pairs of eyes turned to you.

Oh, how you wish you had canceled that night.

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Star Wars

Jango Fett

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

Summary: You save him and he shows you there is more to life than fighting…

Meeting • Trust • Stay 🔥🧸 • Life 🔥🧸 • Death⚡

Speak Freely (epilogue of Just a simple man) ⚡🧸 - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: Boba hasn’t spoken Mando'a since the death of his father…

Darth Maul

Beauty and the Beast - Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader ⚡

Summary: Maul is tasked to keep you in line while his master’s plan comes together on Coruscant…

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Steve Rogers

True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…

Tony Stark

Doctor Strange

Pietro Maximoff

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Grinch green - Loki x Maximoff!Reader

Summary: Being paired up on a mission with Loki ends up changing your relationship with the moody god…

Elektra

Casual fun - Elektra x Reader 🔥(🎱)

Summary: Riding high on adrenaline, you find something else to ride too…

Matt Murdock

Thor

Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr

Charles Xavier

Remy LeBeau

Apocalypse

Lord of the Rings

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Éomer

Foundation

Brother Day

Day & Night - Brother Day x Reader ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: You can’t resist a challenge and what could be more daring than changing the fate of an Empire but you didn’t calculate with the obstinate nature of Day…

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Will’s BFF!Reader 🔥

Summary: You are Will’s new bestie and everyone (except the two of you) thinks you’re gonna end up together but your love-hate relationship with his lil’ bro takes an interesting turn when you find out his call sing, that they never actually use…

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Gentlemen

Raymond Smith

A deal is a deal - Ray Smith x half Asian!Reader 🌎

Bribing • The Offer • Deal • Business🔥⚡ • Pleasure 🔥🧸 •  All’s fair… 🧸

Summary: You make an offer and you get yourself a Ray of Sunshine with the deal…

This is a terrible idea - Ray Smith x aristocrat!Reader

King Arthur - Legend of the Sword

King Arthur

All Hallows Eve - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🧸

Summary: Staying at the castle, you train Arthur so he can wield the sword properly. When All Hallows Eve arrives, the dead wants to be heard…

The Legend of his Queen (part 2 of AHE) - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: You fell in love with the King, even though you knew his destiny was to fall for someone else…

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Vikings

Ragnar

Ubbe

Ivar

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

We are even - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Summary: You work with the Argents but you play by your own rules…

Chris Argent

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Bride (to lover) - Sherlock Holmes x Reader 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else…

Narnia

Caspian

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

made up fic title: The Summer Prince

Witcher

Geralt

Vilgefortz

Darkness Within series - Vilgefortz x Calanthe’s daughter!Reader ❌🔥⚡

Summary: He found you when your mother sentenced you to death, he took you in and taught you everything you know, then he found out just how special you are…

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Robb Stark

The Wolf and the Lion - Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Summary: Stranger, betrothed, enemy, prisoner, wife, lover, traitor, saviour, captor…

Tyrion Lannister

Alicent Hightower

Imagine Alicent seducing you...

Star Trek

Khan

Spock

Bones

James Bond (No Time to Die)

Paloma

The Enemy of My Enemy - Paloma x Villain!Reader 🔥⚡

Summary: Your relationship with her is complicated but you have to take aside your differences because Bond needs you both to save the world this time…

Harry Potter (Marauders/Fantastic Beasts )

Sirius Black

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸🤍

made up fic title: Serpent's Heart

Percival Graves

Westworld

Logan Delos

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Venom

Eddie/Venom

*Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

Summary: You harbour Eddie’s fugitive ass and put up living with the dysfunctional couple because you became friends with Venom after he saved your life.

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Zablife Story Share - Chapter 6 Tommy Shelby x Solomons!Reader, written for @zablife's Story Share collab

Summary: A few months ago Tommy woke up to find his wife gone, along with half his fortune. Now he is prepared to make a deal with the devil himself if he can get her back...

Imagine Tommy coming to you all bloody after meeting with Alfie

John Shelby

Polly Gray

made up fic title: The Devil's Gift

Mad Max

Max

Hero - Max x Reader 🤍

Inuyasha

Sesshōmaru

Imagine being some kind of cat yōkai

Imagine that you are the daughter of Ryūkotsusei

Imagine dying from poison

Kraven the Hunter

Sergei Kravinoff

Temptation

Silver Silence

changeling!Sergei Kravinoff x Carter!Reader (Psy-Changeling AU)

Summary: Control. Precision. Family. These are the principles that drive the youngest Carter, who is the director of the new agency that is meant to protect the three races and the fragile peace between them. If only the new leader of a powerful predatory changeling pack wasn’t so distracting and destructing…

TRESE

Maliksi

Sandman

The Corinthian

Imagine the Corinthian hunting you…

Imagine Dream taking you to his realm...

Imagine being an immortal and the Corinthian falling for you...

Gen V

Jordan Li

Imagine that your power is that you are able to mimic other powers…

Imagine Jordan being too insecure to ask you out but not for the usual reason…

Imagine thinking that Jordan is trying to intimidate you…

Once Upon a Time

Cyrus

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One Piece (OPLA)

Dracule Mihawk

Imagine Mihawk finding you, a weapon maker, extremely fascinating…

Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you…

Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you… (2)

Imagine getting a reputation among the Marines because you survived a duel with Mihawk…

Imagine that you are the reason Mihawk gave up his Marine hunting ways…

made up fic title: The Girl with the Laurel Tattoo

Roronoa Zoro 

Vinsmoke Sanji

6 Underground

Billy/Four

Sons of Anarchy / Mayans M.C.

Jax Teller

made up fic title: We are what lies beyond

Angel Reyes

made up fic title: Where the squirrels burrow

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I wish you would write a fic where Raymond is with a smol pudgy/busty fem!reader. Like, below 5 feet kinda smol. I am personally only 4'10" and I never see fics that really mention being smol. Like some fics will say something about being able to kiss Raymond while he is standing and uh, there is no way I could do that without a chair. 😂

Thank you for the request! :) I hope you'll like this drabble

A Raymond Smith x short busty f!reader drabble

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, kind of fluffy, size difference

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Raymond is needy. You’re not sure about the details of what went down yesterday while you were out of town but you know he was scared, that much was plain when he called you to confirm that you really were out of town and in one piece. You’ve just set the suitcase down and taken your coat off when he appears in the hallway.

“Hi, babe.” You say softly. Ray doesn’t answer. He takes the coat from you, hangs it in its place, then picks you up like you weigh no more than feather. You wrap your arms around him, tucking your head against his shoulder as he carries you into the living room. His chest is rising and falling too quickly. Like he’s been running. You press a kiss to his earlobe and he holds you even tighter. Ray sits down on the couch, bringing you with him and you adjust on his lap, legs spread on either side of him, so that you might look at him without tilting your head as far back as it will go just to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Everything okay?” You ask, running your hands down the sides of his face. Ray shifts his hips underneath you.

“Yeah,” he nods “I missed you, love.” He pulls you into a kiss, hand at the back of your neck, and you moan into it. Your hips grind against him in search of the slightest bit of friction to help alleviate the ache between your legs. Ray’s fingers slip under the skirt of your dress, edging closer to your panties, and you sob against his mouth.

“May I?” He asks, out of breath.

“Mhm.” He rips the underwear in two, leaving your cunt exposed and soaked for him, and you scramble to rise on your knees so that he can unzip his pants. As much as you adore being underneath Ray, his massive frame enveloping you entirely, you think you like being on top even more. It’s intoxicating, empowering, seeing the way he goes slack-jawed as you ride him. You set a slow pace, drinking up every last noise that he makes as you grind down against him.

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[rayslittlekitten]

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.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #raymond smith #raymond smith x female reader #raymond smith x f! reader #raymond smith x fem #raymond smith x reader #raymond smith fanfiction #the gentlemen #the gentlemen fanfiction #Youtube

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Gentleman

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Words: 1,125

Summary: Dating Raymond Smith, the finest of the Gentlemen, would include... 

Warnings: fluff, smut, NSFW

A/N - ya’ll surely knew this was coming... INBOX IS OPEN, please send in requests because I'm still on break and bored out of my mind!!!! p.s I LOVE this man. 

Raymond undoubtedly sees you as his entire world. He simply adores you. 

From the first moment he laid eyes on you, he was captivated immediately. As his infatuation grew towards you day by day, he found himself in great disbelief. 

Having being granted the opportunity to gradually understand Raymond and his notorious lifestyle, in particular of his occupation, a man of his position had no time and more so, was not generally inclined to act with emotions. And so this sudden, unfamiliar urge of wanting to meet you, to talk to you and to just be with you, definitely took a toll on him. 

Raymond was the one that initiated the relationship first, you knew him as a regular in the local bookstore/cafe you’d been working at, and your first impression was that he was mysterious however nonetheless, friendly. 

He was rigid at times, with certain questions you’d ask, so you thought best just to ask how he’s day was and be gone… Never once did he signal the notion that he’d actually grown fond of you. 

And so the day he asked you out was unprecedented, however you did not hesitate. 

Raymond would spoil you, take you out to the finest (most expensive) restaurants in London, and always, being the Gentleman that he was, he’d insist on paying no matter how much you’d plead.

After a few dates in, he’d even start gifting you with the most priceless jewels and the most astonishing assortments of bouquets. It was the least you’d expected, there was no occasion for it, that was just him. 

And the small things, always pulling out your chair for you, if he’d noticed how cold the night air had become he’d wrap up you with his large yet warm coat, without even you implying for it. He was quite the Gentleman. 

After a few dates, it seemed he knew you quite well, he was an incredible listener and wanted to know everything and anything about you.

He’d often invite you over to his place, and overtime you understood why. He was huge on cleanliness and organisation, and if you were being frank, you found that adorable. 

It took him a while however, on his behalf to open up to you… He’s motive for taking forever, “I didn’t want to scare you off, love.”

Finally revealing his occupation and you eagerly asking all the necessary questions all night long, he was relieved to see how unphased you were by it. 

Although with this, and the relationship taking a more serious toll, his protective side became visible, and at times frustrating however his intentions were good. 

He’d often phone you whenever he wasn’t around, away on some trip or if he'd been caught up working late. Making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. 

As an extra safety precaution, the man would buy an apartment (quite luxurious, already set with furniture) to seek refuge, IF the situation was dire. He wanted you out of sight and mind from harm’s way. 

No one from his side of work knew about you two, except for Mickey, for obvious reasons. 

Being Mickey’s “best man”, meant a whole of responsibilities and duties to fulfil, which meant sacrificing times with you, and that would show. 

Mickey picked up on it, noticing how upset and timid Raymond became whenever he’d call or meet with him about a new task… “There’s a girl, isn’t there?” And Ray could never lie to his boss. 

And the SEX… Impeccable. 

He was a tall, broad man, with a large-build, and having always been in control that didn’t change in the bedroom. 

He’d dominate the fuck out of you, however his stamina if anything was always hard to match… The man could go on for a fair few rounds through the night. 

He was however often cautious with you, never wanting to inflict pain however at times he’d get carried away and his grip wherever it may be would tighten, unaware of his own strength. 

It drove him crazy when you called him “Daddy”, and it made him even harder to the core when he’d noticed you’d seized the opportunity to take some time out shopping, purchasing the most appetising set of lingerie for him. 

Ray would be quite authoritative when it came to sex, giving you orders, telling you exactly what  to do. There’d be a hint of passive aggressiveness in his tone, although it was never to threaten you. 

Mostly he loved the moments after the sex, your body wrapped up tightly in his arms laying against his thick chest. A routine was established, much to Ray’s favour, where Ray would take the time to vent about his complex day at work, and slowly catching you drifting off to sleep… He’d appreciate how you were able to tolerate such information, which at times to a commoner, would sound absurd and disturbing. 

And yet, you’d never mind. 

Ray would definitely be both a titties and ass kind of guy, especially whenever he’d ceased the chance to fuck you, one hand was occupied firmly cupping your tender breast, whilst the other snaked its way around your waist firmly planting itself on your ass cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. And when he liked, especially as you’d walked by, he would seize the opportunity to spank, although not too hard.

It drove him wild when you’d sit on his lap, making yourself comfortable off of his thick thighs: whether it be to feed him dinner when he’d arrive home late, or even if it was simply when he’d be caught up reading a novel. 

Nonetheless, dry humping the fuck out of him turned him into a complete beast.

Ray wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, for obvious reasons… He wanted this relationship to remain strictly private, with only a handful of people that you’d both entrusted having the privilege to know. 

Often these signs of affection where outed whenever Ray felt certain it was safe. 

Ray was definitely the jealous type, although he was incredibly sly at hiding it. 

He’d become distant throughout the day and often quite hostile, although never in a way to harm you. The fact that your relationship was not publicly exclusive, was an advantage for others to entice you infuriated him beyond words. 

Although you’d shut them down nonetheless, and so ruthlessly, that always seemed to cheer him up.

Ray would definitely be the first to admit that he loved you, and it would happen in the heat of a moment, when you’d least expect it. 

Nonetheless, you’d returned the exact same, delightful notion much to Ray’s pleasure… In fact, you were certain he was the only man you’d ever feel this way for, and that meant everything. 

#raymond smith #ray smith #raymond smith imagine #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagines #charlie hunnam imagine #charlie hunnam fanfic #charlie hunnam fanfiction #the gentlemen #raymond smith imagines #jax teller #jack teller #sons of anarchy #SOA

[nyotamalfoy]

Could I request Raymond Smith with his iconic line “No smoking in the house”-love your work✨✌️

A/N: Hey, love! I’m so sorry for being so late!!! I have no excuses, I was just being lazy :( Really sorry and thank you so much!! <3 :)) Hope you like this!

Raymond Smith x fem!Reader  

“No smoking in the house.”  

He despised her.  

Absolutely loathed her.  

Raymond Smith never thought he could hate someone as much as he hated (Y/N)’s friend. He had a good reason too. He knew how naïve (Y/N) was and add that to being really nice, it was a recipe for disaster. People would take advantage of her kindness more often than not which was exactly why he hated (Y/N)’s so-called-friend.   

This friend usually hung around their house whenever they were home which was only the first thing that infuriated Ray to no limits. Second, she was just friends with (Y/N) because of her money and anyone could see that. Even (Y/N) knew that but she, being her usual nice self, could never say no to anyone which the friend was using to her advantage.   

This particular day, she had crossed the limits.  

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“You can go home early tonight, Ray. Maybe surprise (Y/N) with flowers and a box o’ chocolates or somethin��.” Mickey broke the silence in his study where he was reviewing some things with Ray.   

“Are you sure? I mean there’s not much left of this document.” Ray tried to argue.   

“Do it tomorrow, Ray, now go. You need to spend some time with her too. At this rate, she probably thinks you’re cheating on her with me.” Mickey laughed as he patted Ray’s shoulder.   

“Right, boss.” Mickey smiled as he got up to leave.   

On the way back home, he heeded Mickey’s advice and bought (Y/N)’s favourite flowers and ice-cream. He couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of her reaction when he surprises her. (Y/N)’s face lit up every time she saw Ray and he loved that he could elicit such emotion from her even after all this time they’d been together. He just hoped that (Y/N)’s friend wouldn’t be there to ruin his perfectly good plan.   

But, as usual, his hopes were crushed when he saw the friend’s car, given to her by (Y/N), parked in the driveway.  

Inwardly fuming, he got out of his car and made his way to the front door, the flowers and ice-cream laid on the passenger seat, forgotten. Ray heard the louder-than-acceptable chaos and smelt the smoke before he saw it. He pushed open the doors and somehow refrained from punching something or screaming at the scene before him. Someone from the crowd of people in the room turned the music off when Ray opened the door and they all stared at him like high-school students caught enjoying a party.   

“Get out. All of you’s,” Ray said to the large mass. “NOW.”   

They all scrambled out, fearfully looking at Ray, leaving two people behind. One of whom was going to be very sorry she didn’t get out with the others.   

“You.” Ray walked to where (Y/N) and her friend were standing. The latter not at all scared of Ray even though if looks could kill, she would be dead 100 times over.   

“You’ve crossed the line today.” Ray pointed a finger at her.   

“Oh really?” The friend looked bored and rolled her eyes. How stupid can you be, Ray thought as he quickly shook his head.   

“Yes. Now get out.”  

“But Ray,” (Y/N) spoke for the first time before getting cut off.  

“No buts (Y/N). I’m done having her push you around and take advantage of you.” Ray’s voice and eyes softened towards the end as he looked at her. “And besides, she broke the one rule most important to me.” Ray glanced at the friend just as she lit, what most likely was her 10th cigarette of the night, adding more toxins to the already smoke-filled room. “No smoking in the house.”  

(Y/N) stood and watched with an open mouth as Ray dragged the friend out by her elbow. Her movements of protest not affecting him in the slightest.   

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) started with her head down as he came back in. “I couldn’t say ‘no’ to her face and one thing led to another and I know how you feel about abiding by the rules and I just wasn’t thinking straight and-”   

“Hey, (Y/N), look at me.” He held her face in both his hands and tilted it up to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, alright? I’m not mad at you. How could I ever be, with that face of yours looking at me like that, eh?”   

“I love you,” (Y/N) said hugging him around the waist.   

“I love you too, darling.” Ray kissed her head and engulfed her in his arms, loving how complete he felt.   

“Just let me meet your friends before you get too close to them, okay?”   

(Y/N) giggled and buried her face in Ray’s suit while Ray laughed and swayed them side to side.   

Oh, she’ll be the death of me.

•

@my-name-is-alice-ayers

#raymond smith #raymond smith x reader #the gentlemen #mickey pearson #charlie hunnam x reader #charlie hunnam #matthew mcconaughey

[mandorush]

Fic Recs: May Edition!

Another month came to an end, so here I am again! May has been a weird month for me, I have been feeling a little meh, and although I am working on a few incredible projects (film course, editing my podcast, my Redbubble shop), I feel like I’ve been absent from the fandom and Tumblr in general. I couldn’t get myself to read most of the times, and I’ve been reading very different fics compared to my April list. Well, with no further ado, here’s a list of amazing stories (and incredible writers) that helped me get through this month!

@charnelhouse anything from her masterlist. I’d love to give you a specific title, but I can’t. Her fictions are simply TOO GOOD. From pornstar!Din to Will/Ben Miller to Triple Frontier orgies, just go through her masterlist, you won’t regret it. 

@loversandantiheroes Wet Work (Or: How To Lose Your Rental Deposit In Two Easy Steps) (Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!reader) - I stumbled on this fic as someone I follow reblogged it (this is why it’s important to reblog guys!). I felt it, deep inside. Is it possible to be envious of a fictional self-insert character? Because I am. I’d burn my rental deposit too to have what Frankie did to reader haha 

@rayslittlekitten Maybe (Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x GN!Reader) - Beautiful. The yearning, Will’s sweetness, the plot twist! The best ‘we got drunk and shit happened’ fic I’ve read so far!

@youvebeenlivingfictional this request (Will Miller x Reader) part of her 2K Followers Celebration - This one is sweet and short, but it gave me butterflies. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s her incredible writing skills, maybe the mood I was in when I read it, maybe it’s just Will (maybe all of the things above), but it’s so adorable and sweet, I’m in love. ​

@krissology Forget Me Not series (Ezra x Fem!reader) - Again, I stumbled on this beautiful fic thanks to a reblog and I binged it in a day. Now that I’m all caught up, I patiently wait for Kriss to update and whenever I see a new chapter my heart goes pitter-patter haha You just have to read it to understand how amazing it is!

@brandyllyn Make Dreams Truth (Dark Ezra x F!reader) - First of all, read the warnings before you start reading this. Secondly, wow. Just wow. ‘Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique’. If you are planning on writing more, feel free to tag me x

I still have a long reading list to go through (as I said, May has been a little weird for me so I didn’t have the chance to read much, I’m sorry!), but if you have any recs for me - I’m currently really into Will Miller/Ben Miller and Raymond Smith too - feel free to send them over! 

#fan fiction #fic rec list #pedro pascal #Oscar Isaac #charlie hunnam #ezra prospect #will ironhead miller #benny miller #frankie catfish morales #raymond smith #din djarin #the mandalorian #triple frontier #fan fic update #amazing writers

[thespiritoflife]

My masterlist

I write fanfictions for: the film Hobbit, the LOTR, Marvel..

But I can write for something else! Just suggest!

💥 - angst (I know there’s a lot of angst, sorry, but I really like to write angst🤷‍♀️)

💌 - fluff

🦋 - the both (fluff and angst)

👑 - popular fanfictions (the largest number of nofitications)

The Hobbit:

Fili x Fem!reader

“My brother likes you.” 💌 👑

He lives in you 💥

Coronation of golden prince 🦋

Fili x OC Tullaina (not my OC, she belongs to @guardianofrivendell!)

I will behave 💌

Modern Fili x Fem!reader

I don’t deserve you 💌

Kili x GN!Hobbit!reader

Fili's fav story 💌👑

Thorin x Fem!reader

A beautiful ghost 💥

Unfulfilled love 💥

The old willow 💥

Legolas x Fem!reader

A conceited prince 🦋👑

Marvel:

Bucky x Fem!reader

Part 1: Love turned to dust💥

Part 2: Love turned to dust💥

The wedding and the funeral 💥

Agent Carter:

Jack Thompson x Fem!reader

A handsome idiot 🦋

Peggy Carter x Fem!reader

Those crimson red lips 💌

I let you go 💥

The Lord of the Rings:

Legolas x Fem!reader

Drinking game 💌

Who wants to live forever? 💥

Eómer x Fem!reader

The promise 🦋

The gentlemen

Raymond Smith x Fem!reader

Bloody rose 💥

#masterlist #stories #marvel #mcu #the hobbit #lord of the rings story #lotr #the gentlemen #raymond smith x reader #charlie hunnam #agent carter fanfic #the gentlemen fic

[flightlessangelwings]

Pride 2k21 Writing Challenge Week 2 Masterlist

Prompts: Rainbow and/or “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

Thank you all so much for participating! If I missed you, please don’t hesitate to send me a message!

~

Near You by @clydesducktape (Omera x fem!reader)

Just the Same by @miraclesabound (Modern Boba Fett x bi!fem!reader)

Tents & Paperbacks by @anxiousandboujee (Ben Miller x Frankie Morales)

A Canyon in the Sky by @princessxkenobi (Pie Dameron x gn!reader)

The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship by @startrekkingaroundasgard (Finn x Poe)

The Rainbow Connection by @honey-dewey (Ezra x male!reader)

Baar’ur by @lady-of-glass-and-bone (Din Djarin x f!oc)

When it Feels Right by @rayslittlekitten (Will Miller x gn!reader)

Canyon’s Danger by @jedi-mando (Frankie Morales x Twilight x Will Miller)

Perfectly Timed Rainbow by @ladyblogger-margie (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

Rainbow by @kesskirata (Santiago Garcia x Will Miller)

A Symbol of Hope by @artemiseamoon (Valkyrie x fem!reader)

Love, Sweat and Rainbows by @geek-girl7 (Raymond Smith x bi!gn!reader)

Songbird by @writeforfandoms (Fennec Shand x reader)

The Trip by @dave-yorks-good-eye (Frankie Morales and daughter)

#jey’s pride celebration 2k21