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A perfect gentleman
Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.
Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader
Warning: bitchy friends, mentions of anxiety, 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 he 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.”
“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to 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.”
“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 kissed 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?”
Part 2
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Let There Be Hotel Complaints
Based on a post request by @rayslittlekitten I really hope you like it, I have no idea if it fits but I tried hard.
Title based on: Hozier - Dinner & Diatribes
Contains: Fluff, Ray being Gomez Addams, mentions of periods/period symptoms, smut (fingering, oral sex M and F receiving, P in V, breeding kink, possessive Ray, scents and smells, aftercare) Not beta read.
3.5K words.
Ray's feelings for you are as wide as the ocean, and his love is second only to his desire.
The hand that wrapped around your body felt like hot coals on your already heated skin, and you fought the urge to shrink away from Ray. "Raymond, I've been put in the garden working, can you let me shower before you hug me?" His arms only tightened around as you felt his chest expand against your back as he pressed his nose into your sweat-damped neck. "Ray! I'm covered in sweat."
He checked, and the sound reverberated through your body like the first rumbles of a thunderstorm. "I don't mind, Dear, you smell wonderful." His face moved to the top of your head as he took another breath, admiring how your conditioner mixed with a hard day's work. It drifted into his mind like the reaching of a siren song, slowly bleeding away his other thoughts.
His lips found your neck, and he smirked against your skin as your head tilted to make room for him. A quick glance at the clock let him know you'd have enough time to enjoy each other before the fancy business dinner tonight, and he found himself slowly unlacing from the hug as he brought one hand to your breast.
He gained more access to your skin, and you rested your head back onto his shoulder and pushed yourself into his touch, but he was pulling his hand away a second later when he felt you stiffen as he tightened his grip around your soft flesh. "Sorry, Love."
"It's ok, I'm just a little sore." There was no explanation needed as to why, you knew he knew why, he always seemed to know.
His hand moved lower, rubbing the skin of your ribcage in long, soothing strokes as his lips moved from the dome of your shoulder up your neck. "Allow me to make it up to you?"
The offer was the definition of temptation, but there were things to be done and places to be. "Tonight, if all goes well at the dinner. I have to finish with the garden and then get ready for tonight."
The teeth against your skin were not in retaliation for your conditional refusal but a promise of things to come. "Then let me help you?"
"Of course." Your reason was wholly selfish, motivated by rolled up sleeves and rippling muscles at his instance of lifting heavy bags of soil. You finished your glass of water and went back outside, not missing how Ray's eyes followed your arms as you placed your sun hat back on your head. He smiled at you, it was earnest and filled with warmth. "What do you need me to do, Gorgeous?"
You couldn't help yourself, there was something in his desire to aid you in every need that sparked something in you. "Many things, My Darling, but right now, I need help with the tea roses."
He smiled and took two steps to close the distance between you before brushing his lips on your ear. "Your wish is my command."
****
The rest of the afternoon swam by in a haze for Ray. It was the kind of torture that the training he had received many lifetimes ago could not prepare him for, and with each passing moment, his thoughts grew more debauched until he was waxing poetic in his head like a madman.
As you finished your makeup, he could not get the image of you licking the strawberry juice from your lunchtime dessert off your lips out of his head. Breathing through his nose had become an affliction; top notes of your shower gel and the underneath of you were one thing, but there was the faintest hint of him there that made him want to sink his teeth in your bare skin so many times that the hotel's tofts would look away in shame the moment they saw you.
By the time you slid into the car, pressing your legs to his as Bunny drove you to the hotel, he was afire with need. He laced his hand with yours as the vehicle travelled down from the lush countryside to the bright lights of the city and leaned in close, his nose brushing your temple as he told you more about the guests at the party you were heading to.
There were already people milling around when you arrived, handing their bags off to the Bellhops so they could enjoy their complementary night in luxury. Ray was less willing to relinquish the bags and simply blinked as the hotelier became insistent. Nevertheless, the man still walked to your room on the sixth floor, smiling saccharinely as he told you to enjoy the complimentary champagne before the party started.
The opulence of the room and the expensive champagne sat ignored by you and Ray as he steeled himself for a night of making nice and glad-handing when he would rather be doing something far more enjoyable. He took your hands and drew you to the middle of the room, wrapping his arms around you as his nose returned to your hair for the millionth time that day. "You look beautiful as always."
You smiled and placed your hands on his chest. "And you keep sniffing me like some weirdo."
He took it in stride, chuckling softly as he yanked you to his chest. "I can't help it, you smell exquisite, it's driving me insane."
You sighed, enjoying the warmth of his arms around you. "I know what you're thinking, but we promised Mickey."
He mirrored your sigh as he broke the embrace and extended his hand. "I know. We should head down there now, the sooner we go down and mingle, the sooner we can leave."
His hand found your lower back as you took the lift to the grand hall and stayed there as you met up with Mickey and Rosalind and made introductions with the upper class lucky enough to receive invites. Of course, the reason for your invitations was the massive underground white widow super cheese farm under the hotel's private golf course.
It was painfully dull, standing around making small talk about the weather and wallpaper while eating tiny pies that only served to make you more hungry. Ray stayed stuck to your side, practically dragging you around with him while he did business for his boss.
"Your wife looks lovely tonight." Ray's arm tightened around you as you spun towards the voice.
"She looks lovely every night, Dave." If Dave had plans to say more, they were defeated by Ray's harsh glare as he pulled you away.
He moved to a quiet corner of the room and placed your hand on his ample bicep. "What's gotten into Ray? You've just about ripped the heads off anyone who's talked to me tonight. I get Dave, but the Simon's are nice."
He moved into your space, pressing you against the window as he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger while he leaned in close enough that your noses were brushing. To outsiders, it would have looked like a private moment between lovers, but Ray's eyes were fixed on with a look so lustful it would have made the whore of Babylon blush. "What's gotten into me? I have spent the last two hours watching these pigs look you up and down while acting like I don't want to rip their arms off for even daring to speak to you."
You blinked, he was in a mood tonight. "Well, Dear. How about you stick it out for another hour so we can eat dinner from this stupid menu then, I'm all yours for the night?"
He swallowed and exhaled before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Of course Darling." His tone had shifted; it had taken on that gravelly tilt that created a flutter of excitement in your chest, and you eagerly headed back into the fray as Ray finally composed himself.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he leaned into your touch. "Thank you, Dear."
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The dinner was the typical mess of rich people's food that had too many flavours and not enough on the plate, but Ray gave you all his cheese twirls and made sure to pick you the biggest slice of chocolate cake off the platter when dessert came around. All was going well until the tables were cast aside again for the wine course, and you were split from him as one of the tofts Mickey looked after pulled him away to talk about security.
His eye kept drifting over to you, and he grew ever more aggravated as he watched the sommelier try and fail to flirt with you. He dismissed the man he was talking to with the promise to call later, that he was tired and wanted to enjoy his hotel room and all but stormed over to you. "Are you enjoying the wine, Dear?"
You shook your head. "I've told the sommelier that I'm not interested in that variety, but he's being very insistent."
The man smiled and turned to Ray. "We have some of the best wine in the country here, your girlfriend…"
If looks could kill, Ray would have ended the man there and then. "My wife isn't interested, and I don't appreciate your tone or your attitude. I will be speaking to your employer in the morning to deal with this in full."
His hand was back on your lower back as he marched towards the lift, and between his puffed chest and his expression, no one dared to join you as the doors opened. The second the doors closed, he was on you, pressing you against the wall as his lips found yours. The grip he had on you was almost painful, his fingers digging firm into your skin as he held you in place for a searing kiss that stole the air from your lungs.
He finally allowed you to breathe when the doors opened on your floor, and he all but dragged you to your room as he shut the door and pressed up against it. His lips were on yours again, and his hands slid around your body until his fingers were curling around the fabric of your evening dress and ripping it open with the pop pop of fancy buttons.
He shoved the dress down, breaking from your lips for a moment to take in the lingerie you were wearing. "Fucking hell y/n." That went next, and his lips didn't give you the chance to admonish him about what he had paid for the now ruined fabric lying at your feet.
He once again broke from you and knelt on the floor, removing your shoes one by one before kissing his way up your legs, swapping legs with each kiss, getting closer and closer to your centre with each one until he slowed at the crease of the thigh. He was once again inhaling like he was suffocating, and you wove your hands into his hair as your frustration grew. "Can you do something instead of sniffing me?"
His teeth sunk into your skin in retaliation, and he was standing up to his full height with eyes full of threat. "Don't rush me." His hand cupped you, his fingers running your rapidly gathering wetness as he all but growled at you. "This cunt is mine, I get to take all the time I want, understand?"
You almost wanted to act out to see what it would make him do, but the poor man already looked pained enough. "Anything you want."
He locked you in another kiss, his teeth smarting at your lip as he made his wants known with a gentle pressure on your shoulders. "Get on your knees."
He kicked your ruined dress under you to soften the ground as you sunk down, and you pulled at his belt to free him. He helped you, shoving his trousers and boxers down in one go just far enough so his cock could spring out and you could grab his perfect ass unencumbered by fabric.
He looked down at you as you kitten licked around the head and felt another rush of this heated primal positiveness that he had been feeling the whole night. A hand found the back of your head as you took him into your mouth, and his free hand shot out to rest on a side table to steady himself as pleasure filled his senses.
He stopped himself from bucking his hips in order to focus on the vision of you sucking him like a lollipop. It was outright pornographic, and all he could think about was that you were all his and his alone. "Fucken 'ell, Love." You moaned around him, and he used every ounce of self-control to pull you off of him and to your feet. "Get on the bed."
His hands were all over you as you made your way to the bed, and he ran his hands up and down your sides while you spun around to face him so you could lay on your back on the plush mattress. You settled on the pillows as his lips met yours, and he finally began to remove his clothes.
Bare skin hit bare skin as his lips started a journey down your body until he was lifting your legs over his strong shoulders and onto his solid back. He kissed the bend of your knee, his lips soft as his beard brushed your skin. He locked eyes with you and smiled softly as he continued his journey upwards, finally arriving with barely there kisses that had you pushing your hips towards him. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours." A hot, wet heat enveloped you as he licked you from the entrance to clit in one firm, wide lick before sealing his lips around your clit. Ray had always been a man who prided himself on his attention to detail, and your bedroom was no different; it was like he had committed precisely what you needed to memory so well that he didn't even need to try, and tonight was no different.
He seemed more desperate tonight; accuracy swapped for the burning desire to consume your whole, and it didn't help that he was moaning against your flesh like he could somehow feel what he was doing to you in his own body. The chorus of his name from your mouth only served to spur him on, and a forearm pressed your hips down so you couldn't move away from him as he used his free hand to slide two fingers inside you.
With his rough fingertips bullying your G-spot, you didn't stand a chance, and he was far too strong for you to twitch away for a reprieve as the waves of an earth-shattering orgasm took you like the undertow of a raging river. Your chest heaved as he pulled away, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before bringing his soaked fingers to your lips. You licked him clean only to have him kiss away the taste like you had slighted him by taking him up on his offer, and then he was slotting himself between your spread wide legs and grinding his cock against your sensitive skin. "Tell me me you're mine."
"I'm yours." You marvelled at his self-control, his face buried in your neck as he continued teasing you. "I'm yours, please Ray."
He took his cock in hand and notched it at your entrance. "Who do you belong to?"
"You." Your reply was desperate, your hands on his heated chest with fingers curled in a threat should he persist in his game, but he didn't, and seemly satisfied with your declaration, he slid inside you with one confident push. The fullness of it stole the air from your lungs, and you lifted your hips up to take him in faster as he bottomed out.
His hand found your hip, and his fingers dug in with force as he began to move, taking a steady pace that had the head of his cock brushing your G-spot with each pass. One of your hands wove into his hair while the other clutched at his back, and he pressed his lips to yours in a scalding kiss as he picked up speed. Mercifully, before he suffocated in the air stealing a kiss, his lips moved to your neck, and then his teeth were out, marking your skin like he was trying to prove a point about his ownership over you.
He pulled away for a moment and took in your blissed out face, faltering as the vision brought him teetering to the edge of oblivion far sooner than his ego would allow, so in a mix of the desire to uphold his pride and the need for more skin to mar he pulled out of your for a fleeting moment only to flip you over then slam back home as his teeth found more skin. He was overwhelming at this angle, and your fingers curled around the pillow as he slid a hand between you to rub your clit.
Ray would often tell you that you were good for his ego, that he could walk into a room where all the men would turn their heads to look, and he could smile knowing you were his alone. But this was something different, you writhing under him, stuck between frantic begging and breathless need made him feel like a God with you as his ever willing offering.
He captured you in another kiss as the edge neared, and you shuddered as, with one more precise circle to your clit, you fell over it. His hips didn't slow, and he growled into your mouth like a hungry animal as he chased his own high. "You're mine, I own you, understand?" All you could do was nod as your vision began to grey at the edges, but he must have accepted your answer because he all but roared as he came inside you.
His strength failed as it hit him full force, and the possessive beast inside him was finally satiated, knowing he had marked inside and out. He was mindful not to crush you, but he couldn't find it in himself to move away just yet, he couldn't let his hard work slip from you just yet. His lips were once again gentle as they kissed the marks his teeth had made, and you sighed as he brushed the stray hairs from your face.
His nose found its family home on the back of your neck, and his chest expanded against your back as he inhaled. "You must be intent on trying to kill me, My Dear."
You didn't have a clue what he was talking about, and rather than ask, you kissed him in hopes he would tell you anyway, but he didn't, and the weariness in your bones forced you to speak. "What do you mean?"
He finally rolled off you, and you laid on your sides facing each other as his hand ran up and down your side. "I can't understand how someone can smell so intoxicating, it truly is torture."
You reached up to lay a hand on his cheek, and he tilted his head to press his lips to your palm. "You get like this every month, I thought you'd be used to it by now."
He shook his head, sleepy. "Never, how can someone get used to being on fire."
"I suppose that's fair." There was more you wanted to say, but it was getting hard to keep your eyes open, and he could tell. Despite his own feelings, he was getting up to clean himself up before returning with his arms loaded. He brought you a glass of water and used one of your damp face cloths to cleanse away your makeup before using another damp cloth to remove the mess from between your legs, although he did pause to watch the evidence of your shared sin drip from your body and onto the expensive sheets as another wave of possessive filled him.
With his duty done, he disposed of the unclean fabric in a pile and climbed into bed next to you, wrapping you in his arms as he pulled you to his chest. "I love you y/n."
You relaxed into his arms and dropped a kiss on his chest where his heart lay. "I love you too, Ray."
In the morning, he would awaken you with ginger tea, a heating pad, and ibuprofen before climbing back into bed with you and soothing away your aches and pains until check out finally came. Room service would find no evidence of the mess Ray had left in the aftermath of your coupling, just a pile of towels already in the dirt laundry bin when they collected the cart at the start of their shift. He did, however, get a dirty look and a snide comment from the hotelier about what kind of establishment he was running. As you checked out, Ray took it in stride.
Fin
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I need him. 🫠
a/n: NAVYYY! My goodness, do I need him too kdslsjk I can always trust you to fuel my love for this man like no other 😌🙏🏼Wanted something extra sweet so enjoy this little idea!! THANKS MOTHER ILY!!
warnings: lovestruck raymond, fluffy fluff, brief mentions of movie-style violence & explicit language!
» curious about both fall and winter specials this year? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! ❄️'!
Imagine how beat Raymond is, having done Mickey's dirty work as usual, but is unable to take his eyes off you as his head remains lolled to the side as it perches on the headrest of the couch.
Watching you whip up some good quality hot chocolate on the stove—not even the finest cafés could make it as good as you—after convincing him to stay put and relax. He's a little more refreshed after a good shower, and fuck, if he didn't want to wrap his arms around you from behind so badly—
But, for you, he remains seated like the good boy he was, a dumb smile already gracing his lips upon imagining the big smile on your face after seeing him still melted on the couch like you had asked him to.
The thoughts he had of you while he worked his ass off at work couldn't hold a candle to seeing you just a few feet away now. Making sure he was as snug as a bug from the chilly weather like he hadn't killed a man point-blank hours ago.
While he knew you could handle a drop of blood or two, he didn't take the risk, washing the crimson fluid off as soon as he came home to ensure not even a speck stained your skin.
Now, there he sat, waiting for his beloved, though he'd be lying to say he did it patiently.
You can see how he visibly perks up as soon as you turn around, approaching with two hot mugs topped with a generous dollop of chantilly cream, making it almost as sweet as you.
His arms are already open, helping you with the mugs before tugging you to the couch with him.
It's that sweet giggle of yours that has his hold tightening around you.
You know he pretends not to hear you when you playfully tell him to let you breathe. His eyes already fluttering shut, despite putting his lips to work, covering the spot between your neck and shoulder with kisses, tickling you with his beard on purpose.
You can feel the cheeky smile against your skin as you wriggle and laugh against him. He only grants you mercy when you reach for the mug, his mug, to offer to him. He relents, smiling over the rim of the glass as you maintain cheeky eye contact.
Even after a satisfying fill of warm chocolate, he wants another fill of something sweeter, more satisfying in every way especially after the day he’s had as he watches you place your mug back on the coffee table before pulling you with him as he lay on the couch, snuggling you like he wants—needs to keep you warm like you do him.
Always.
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a/n: Considering this as the first winter bonus for Quirky Reverie because why not!!
#he is sooooooo *brb gnawing on a tyre*#— reve's reverie 🌹#— reve's asks 🌹#— reve's mutuals 🌹#raymond smith#raymond smith x reader#the gentlemen#raymond smith x you#raymonth smith x f!reader#raymond smith x female reader#charlie hunnam#charlie hunnam x reader#the gentlemen 2019
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+18 mdi
imagine losing your voice and getting a sore throat. it's cold, rainy and very windy. it's the season. but then you can't go to work because you HAVE to speak to customers and you feel useless in bed, at home. it's not really because you can't work. it's because the reason your voice is gone is so fucking mundane and stupid. the cold. Your voice should've been gone because you were fucked on your back so hard you screamed your head off and messed up your throat. or maybe you let that old man fuck your throat raw after a tough day of work. it's so stupid. so silly.
#18+ mdni#smut#fanfic#fanfiction#raymond smith smut#raymond smith x you#raymond smith x reader#raymond smith#the gentlemen 2019#the gentlemen#old man logan#old man fucker#logan howlett#logan wolverine#wolverine#wolverine smut#logan x reader#logan xmen#logan x you
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Raymond Smith as a Dom headcanon
My Masterlist
Firstly, I don’t think he is a sadist
For him it’s about control, not pain
Strict, but gentle
Lots of sensory play. He would blindfold you and tie your wrists with silk ribbons above your head.Then the true fun would start for him
He would start slowly, deep kisses while he massages your waist, then his mouth would wander downwards, kissing your chin and neck
His beard scratching your skin and causing goosebumps
His large,warm hands moving along your ribs and hips
He definitely has a size kink and loves how big his hands are on your body
Enjoys the view of you squirming on the bed due to his teasing.
Loves to use ice cubes in the bedroom
Gifts you expensive lingerie and adores how you look in it
The first time he came from work and you opened the door wearing only lingerie and an open robe, he immediately dragged you into the bedroom
Needless to say that you were sore for days afterwards
Likes to be referred to as master or sir
Calls you pet or angel
Definitely has a collar for you
Like I said, he isn’t a sadist, but does punish you when you decide to be bratty
His favorite punishment for you is edging
Bringing you close to an orgasm with his fingers or mouth, but then stopping.
Would definitely make you beg for an orgasm
King of dirty talk
Outside of the bedroom he is protective and and dominant in a non sexual way
Always has an arm wrapped around your waist or stands behind you with his hands on your hips
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Who You Belong To
Pairing: Raymond Smith x Reader x Tangerine
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only
Notes: Aaaaaaand 800 years later, I finished writing one of those things I said I was writing. Not Beta-read.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content—cumshot, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, vaginal sex, threesome, creampie, cumplay
Summary: It’s in the way Tangerine’s jaw tightens; in how he yanks the cigarette from his lips and flicks it away rather than savoring the last drag. It’s in the way he yanks your car door open, snaps, “In,” Rather than hold it open for you with a wink like he usually does. Raymond trails you all the way to the car, giving Tangerine a knowing, scathing look over the top of his glasses before he turns down to you with a warmer, far more hospitable gaze.
You know it’s a mistake as soon as it happens. You and Tangerine aren’t exclusive, of course. You’re certain he’d balk if you ever called him your boyfriend, your significant other, or anything of the sort. He’s your fuckbuddy, and that’s that.
But he’s also a possessive little fucker. So you realize that the second he sees you with Raymond—the second he clocks your rumpled, untucked blouse and his ruffled hair—he’ll know.
You can see that he does. It’s in the way Tangerine’s jaw tightens; in how he yanks the cigarette from his lips and flicks it away rather than savoring the last drag. It’s in the way he yanks your car door open, snaps, “In,” Rather than hold it open for you with a wink like he usually does. Raymond trails you all the way to the car, giving Tangerine a knowing, scathing look over the top of his glasses before he turns down to you with a warmer, far more hospitable gaze.
“Lovely doing business with you,” Raymond says. Maybe he knows he’s twisting the screws. Maybe he had been able to tell before—from the way that Tangerine watches you, from how his tone would soften as he turns from speaking to Lemon to speaking to you. Maybe Raymond can tell, and truly didn't care as he bent you over his desk in the Lore of the Land, just after you’d finished talking business. You’ll likely never know. So for now, you just give him a smile and grit out your thanks.
Raymond nods and turns his gaze to Tangerine, shutting your door gently—the exact antithesis of Tangerine’s behavior just moments ago. You watch as he and Raymond share a contentious gaze before Tan is rounding the car to get into the driver's side. You flinch just a touch as he slams the car door shut and starts up the car. You glance at Lemon over your shoulder, and find him pointedly avoiding your gaze.
The ride back to the safe house is uncomfortably silent. You turn on the radio once, and hear three solid notes of Queen's Don't Stop Me Now before Tangerine's hand shoots out, whacking off the power again. When you look at him, he keeps his focus set staunchly through the windshield.
That's bad.
Usually he'll at least shoot you a wink and a smile before refocusing on the road. Now, you just get a good view of his tense jaw, his harsh expression, and one short, irritated sniffle.
--
Tangerine's out of the car first. You don't move; you don't even flinch when the car door slams shut again.
"...I'm just gonna sleep in here," You say after a moment. Lemon snorts.
"That's not gonna solve anythin'. He'll just come an' find you."
You groan, kicking your feet childishly before you finally get out. You shut the door, rounding the car to Lemon's side and looking up at the large, dark townhouse that you've rented for your short stay in London.
"...I'm gonna get some chips," Lemon says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, great! I'll—"
"Go see if Tan wants anythin', will you?" Lemon plows on, beginning to wander away. "Text me. Thanks—and good luck."
You puff out an irritated breath, watching him go. You consider going somewhere else yourself, but a little bit of you knows that you're probably better off just taking your lumps now.
--
You can hear Tangerine upstairs—stomping from room to room, opening and closing doors, cabinets. You sigh heavily, shrugging out of your coat and kicking your shoes off. You hang the coat up on one of the hooks, double-check that you've locked the door, and then make your way upstairs.
As you round onto the landing, you spy Tangerine out of the corner of your eye, heading down the hall. For a moment, you consider following him. Then you turn, heading into the kitchen instead. You can probably get a drink in before he loses his sweet mind on you.
You pour one for each of you. Hell, if he doesn’t drink it, you will. You push yourself up onto the counter, swinging your feet. You hear him stomping his way down the hall, then it goes quiet. You can feel his looming presence as he waits in the doorway. You don’t turn to meet his gaze; you don’t ask if he wants his drink. You just take a sip of yours. Tangerine brushes past you, taking up his glass. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him throw it back before he slams the glass down. You spare him a scathing glance before taking another sip from your glass.
“What the fuck was that?” He spits.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Oh, you’re not.”
“No.”
“Really.”
“Not a clue.”
“You’re going to pretend that nothing happened?”
“What exactly do you think happened between myself and Mr. Smith?”
Tangerine rounds to stand in front of you. You’ve no warning before he’s shoving his hand up your skirt. You suck in a nervous breath, but don’t move otherwise, even as he spears two fingers into your still-slick, tender cunt. He crowds closer as your pussy throbs around the intrusion.
“You’re gonna tell me you’re this wet just from him holdin’ a fuckin’ door open for ya?” Tangerine glowers at you down the end of his nose. “Hm? You’re really gonna tell me that?”
“...Depends.”
“On?”
“Whether or not you’d believe it.”
Tan’s expression closes off, eyes going dark, and mean. He begins to pump his fingers roughly, palm grinding against your clit. Your lips part in surprise, hips jolting into his touch.
“Ah no. No no,” He shakes his head. “You an’ I both know what the fuck you did.”
“And you and I both know that I can fuck whoever I goddamn wa—ant,” Your breath hitches in your throat as Tangerine gives a particularly rough shove of his fingers.
“Sweet that you think that, sweetheart.”
Tangerine raises his other hand to grasp your throat. He draws you close by it, forehead knocking against yours. He draws your lower lip between his teeth, giving it a harsh tug before he draws his head back.
“Take my cock out,” He orders. You reach down, working at his button and zip, hissing as Tangerine’s fingers flex around your throat. “What’d you do for him? Huh?” Tangerine asks.
“Who says I did anything for him?” You ask, grasping Tangerine and giving him a few strokes. “Maybe he did it for me.”
“Would explain why your cunt’s so slick. What, he slobber all over it?”
“Slobber has to be the most unsexy word in the English language.”
“What, ahead of moist?”
“I don’t think moist is actually all that bad—Sonofabitch,” You draw in a gasp as Tangerine draws his fingers out of you, pinching your clit. You try to squeeze your legs shut, but Tangerine muscles between them, shifting from foot to foot.
“You gonna give me any more lip?”
“I think that’s almost guaranteed, Tan, yeah.”
“Christ alive—You just never know when to stop, do ya?”
“Never have a good reason to—oo,” You hiss as Tangerine draws you across the counter, shoving his cock into you without warning or hesitation. “Fucking hell.” You reach out, curling your fingers in the fabric of his waistcoat.
“There are those sweet words I like so much. You woo ‘im with those, too?” Tangerine’s words are punched out word by word, matched thrust for thrust. You whimper at his harshness, and the way his hand slips from your throat to squeeze the nape of your neck. It’s a treatment you’ve only ever been privy to when a job has gone wrong, or very nearly wrong. In your estimation, this had been a pretty calm interaction. You’d gotten in and out in one piece; you’d even managed to make a friend, in a sense—though Tangerine clearly hadn’t warmed to Raymond the way that you had.
“What was he like? Huh?” Tan grunts, “Did he fuck you like this?”
“N-No,” You mumble.
“No?” “Nn-nn.” You let your lips curl into a malicious smirk. “He did it better.”
“Fucking—” Tangerine pulls out of you, yanking you off of the surface and turning you around. He shoves you into the counter, bending you over hard marble and driving into you. Your breath punches out of you, head bowing forward. You’re glad he turned you around; he can’t see your giddy grin. You knew he’d take the bait. You’re certain you could come like this, but—
You whine as Tangerine pulls out. You begin to turn to look at him, to ask, but he presses his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you down over the counter with a grumbled order of, “Stay the fuck there.” His voice is breathy, and low. You can hear his heavy breathing, and the slick stroke of his hand on his cock. You draw in a whimper, fingers flexing against the counter as you feel his cum splatter across your plumped, heated pussy. You wriggle, toes curling in your shoes.
“Gimme your phone,” He orders. You fish into your pocket of your jacket, passing it over before Tangerine plucks ut out of your hand. You swipe your tongue across your lips.
“What are you doing?”
Tangerine doesn’t answer for a moment; you just feel him shoving your skirt up, followed by the sound of the camera shutter clicking a couple of times. Then the skirt is dropped back down, and you hear the tapping of Tangerine typing.
“What are you doing, Tangerine?”
“Showing your friend…” He tosses the phone onto the counter beside your head. “Who you belong to.” You flinch as he slaps your ass roughly, and you feel the heat of him falling away. “Get yourself cleaned up, love.”
You push yourself up on shaking arms as you hear him walking away. You turn your head, eyeing the photo sent to Raymond’s contact—Tangerine’s hand, his signet ring fully visible, grasping your skirt and displaying your cum-splattered cunt. You shiver, bowing your head forward as embarrassment flashes through you. It’s heightened as your phone flashes with Raymond’s incoming call. You don’t dare not answer him. You reach out with a shaking hand and tap to accept the call before raising it to your ear.
“...Bring him to the address I’m going to send you,” Raymond orders.
“I have to get cleaned up—”
“Don’t. Just come over here.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
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You mumble your thanks as Raymond passes you a glass of scotch. You don’t take a sip right away. You just shift from foot to foot as you lean back against his counter. Raymond’s home is just like his desk at the Lore of the Land—pristine, neat, with everything in its place. Raymond shoots you a wink as he turns back toward you, and you have to bite back a smile.
Tangerine’s watching closely, and you’ve been in enough trouble today as it is.
You watch as Raymond rounds to where Tangerine is sitting at Raymond’s dining room table, proffering a glass to him as well. Tangerine’s gaze darts between it and Raymond; you can see his eye twitching a touch at Raymond’s boozy little olive branch. When Tangerine doesn’t take it, Raymond sets it down on the table in front of him with a mutter of, “Right.”
Then Raymond turns, heading back toward the kitchen. He stops between the two of you, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“I seem to have ruffled a few feathers.”
“You didn’t ruffle anything—” You start to insist.
“That shit we handled with you an’ Pearson, she wasn’t part’a the deal,” Tangerine cuts over you.
“I didn’t think that she was.” Raymond’s brows raise. He seems more amused than annoyed; Tangerine seems like he’d like to rip Raymond’s head off just about now.
“And I didn’t act like I was,” You counter.
“If I’d known that…associating with your colleague would’ve made such an impact on your mood…” Raymond smiles, leaning against the counter beside you, “I would’ve done it twice.”
You scoff a laugh, unable to help it. “You’re not making this better.”
“Who said I was trying to?”
“Wow.”
“Alrigh’,” Tangerine hops up, grasping the glass of scotch and draining it before slamming it down so hard that you’re certain it’ll crack. “We’re going.”
“I think you ought to stay,” Raymond says. “I could teach you a thing or two.”
“There is not a goddamn thing you could teach me.”
“I think there are a few things that I could teach you.”
“Like what?”
“How to treat a lady, for one.”
“You think I don’t know how to treat my girl?”
“Your girl?” Raymond repeats, brows tipping up as he glances between the two of you. “Oh…That’s not what she told me.”
Panic and arousal surge through you as Tangerine’s gaze snaps toward you, eyes narrowing a touch. You just give a little shrug, raising your glass to your lips and taking a sip.
“Did you get cleaned up?” Raymond asks, glancing toward you. You shake your head. Raymond hums thoughtfully, holding his hand out to you. You hesitate, glancing warily toward Tangerine before you set your glass aside, taking Raymond’s hand. You let him lead you to the table, biting your lip as he nods for you to sit on the edge of it. You settle down, scooching back and letting him push your legs wide.
“Now,” Raymond slides his hands up over your bare thighs, “Typically, I do not abide by mess.”
“You told me not to clean up,” You pout.
“I did. I think we could teach your friend a lesson.”
“A lesson,” Tangerine repeats, shifting from foot to foot and folding his arms across his chest. “You fuck ‘er once and you think you’ve got the lay of the land? You think she knows what she likes?”
“Not at all,” Raymond smiles, fingers stroking over your plumped, tender cunt. “I know what she needs.”
If you were a touch less tense, you’d be able to laugh at the way Tangerine goes red with irritation.
“You don’t know jack shit, mate,” He seethes.
“Oh?” Raymond glances up at you, shooting you a wink. “Well, why don’t you come and show me what I don’t know.”
It’s all Tangerine needs before he’s practically charging across the room and shoving Raymond out from between your legs. Raymond hardly wobbles as Tangerine drops into the chair in front of you. You yelp as he grasps you by the hips, tugging you to the edge of the table and diving in. You draw in a gasp, eyelids fluttering as Tangerine laps hungrily at you. Your gaze flickers to Raymond, grinning as he rounds to lean down beside you.
“Is that what you needed?” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. You smile hazily, tipping your chin up pleadingly.
“Yes, Raymond.”
Raymond smiles, catching your lips in a kiss. You prop yourself up on your hands, wobbling just a touch as you raise one to cup his bearded cheek. You suck his plush lower lip with a soft sigh, parting your lips to tease his tongue with yours. You groan as you feel Tangerine draw back.
“Oi!” He barks, “The hell is it worth being down ‘ere if you’re just gonna suck fa—”
Tangerine doesn’t finish his argument as you feel him pressing sharply against your cunt again. You turn your head from Raymond’s engrossing kisses, eyes widening at the sight of Raymond’s palm resting on the back of Tangerine’s head, shoving him down. You scoff out a stunned laugh as Raymond’s fingers tighten in Tangerine’s hair. You hinge forward as you feel Tangerine moans against you.
“I didn’t think he’d take this from anyone,” You admit, shifting and propping one of your feet up on the table and easing your hips down against his lips. Raymond hums, nuzzling your jaw.
“People like him can talk a big game, but they need someone to answer to.”
“And that someone is you?” You tip your head to the side, raising your brows.
“Right now,” Raymond smiles. “But if you play your cards right, it could be you.”
“I’m usually the one taking orders.”
Tangerine draws back with a sucking kiss, grunting. “She’s bloody good at it, too.”
You pout, reaching down and giving his forehead a gentle push.
“I’m right here, asshole.”
“Be kind,” Raymond urges, squeezing the nape of your neck in a tender scolding. “He’s a little mouthy, but he’s a good boy who cleans up his messes.”
“Don’t call me a boy,” Tangerine hisses.
“Don’t act like one,” Raymond bats back without blinking an eye. He just shoves Tan’s head back between your thighs, and you jump at the bristly scrape of his mustache, unable to help the way your thighs tense and twitch around his head. You expect more of a fight, but Tangerine just grasps your thighs, fingers tightening around your hips as he groans against your slick, heated flesh.
“Do you think you can handle it?” Raymond asks against your jaw.
“Handle what?” You breathe, and your head spins as he tips his chin up, murmuring low in your ear:
“Both of us.”
--
It’s not the fight you imagined. Tangerine has fallen in line just as well as you have, and is on far better behavior than you could've ever imagined. He hisses through his teeth as you blink hazily up at him, your lips parted and your jaw dropped as he eases his cock in and out of your panting mouth.
You hear tandem groans, and you arch your back, tipping your hips down toward Raymond as he eases into your aching pussy. He shushes you softly, fingers skimming over your supple hips and gently nudging you to settle back down onto the table. It’s a struggle; your torn between obeying his command and fucking down against his length. You whimper as Raymond begins to fuck you with long, languorous strokes. It’s an almost lazy punctuation to the way that Tangerine’s hips thrust and jerk, spearing his dick into your mouth.
“Slow down,” Raymond counsels as he draws his cock back, lingering with the tip tucked snugly in your cunt, “You’ll pop before she’s anywhere near.”
You turn your head from Tangerine, letting him slip from your lips as you peer up at Raymond, quipping, “He usually does.” The words are hardly out of your mouth before you’re yelping, knees jolting around Raymond’s hips as Tangerine slaps one of your tits sharply, growling,
“Cheeky.”
“Dickhea—” You hardly get it out before Tangerine grasps your head, shoving his cock back between your lips. You whine as you feel Raymond’s hands plant on either side of you, his hips beginning to punch more harshly, despite their slowed thrusts. You raise a hand, grasping Raymond’s forearm tightly as your body fights to recognize and categorize every feeling rippling through you. It’s difficult to focus. There’s heat all around you; your mouth is heavy with Tangerine’s weight, your lips stretching with his girth, your tongue, thick with his taste; your cunt stretches and aches as Raymond measures and doles out his thrusts with even, steady, measured composure.
You want to rattle Raymond. It’s not fair that you can so reduce Tangerine to wanton neediness, but seem to have no such effect on Raymond. Why can’t you shake him? Why can’t you—
Your mind turns to static as Tangerine makes you gag, and Raymond’s cock brushes a spot inside you that makes you keen and throb. You’re so—so full. You’ve never felt so terribly overwhelmed, so horribly distracted while having sex. Tangerine is wonderful on his own, of course, and has been a taskmaster in his own right, but he shows an almost childish impertinence now in the way he shoves into your mouth with a force that has spit and precum spilling from the sides of your parted lips. Raymond’s measured pace is almost more of a hindrance than a help. His counter-pace is driving you to distraction. You can’t bring yourself to time your movements to Tangerine or Raymond’s thrusts. You’re caught too sharply in between. You’re—scrambled. Tangerine is in a race to the finish line; Raymond seems to have all the time in the world. You’re just grasping to each of them in desperation, practically struggling to breathe, let alone respond to the way the two of them use you so thoroughly.
“You’re going to bust, aren’t you,” Raymond asks him almost boredly. Tangerine doesn’t even argue, just groans as his grip tightens in your hair. You splutter and choke, eyes watering as his hips rabbit, and his cock spills down your throat. You tighten your grip on Raymond, on the only thing anchoring you. Tangerine groans low in his throat, hips jittering before he plops back into a seat with a panting gasp. He doesn’t remain stationary for long—Raymond reaches out, gripping Tangerine’s head and steering him toward your still-stinging nipple. Tangerine seems to almost stumble out of his seat, hands planting roughly beside your body as he swirls his tongue around the pebbled flesh.
--
It’s almost mesmerizing, the way Raymond takes you apart. A single strand of hair springs loose from his neat style; his cheeks tinge pink from exertion; the swell of sweat makes his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose. Now and again, his tongue sweeps over his plush lips before they part in a shuddering pant.
He’s rattled, just a little. It makes you preen, and arch down into his touch, tipping your head back to allow Tangerine more room for his bruising nips, and sucks, and kisses. He doesn’t let up, even as you grasp and tug his hair with a warning groan.
“Poor baby,” Tangerine murmurs. “All wound up, aren’t ya.”
“Shut up,” You mumble shakily.
“Took so long for fancy-pants to send you off, mm?”
“Shut up.”
“Should’ve told me you were such a soft-touch. Needed a little pamperin’.”
“I don’t need to be pampered—Oh!” You shriek as Raymond lands a stinging whack to your hip.
“Be nice,” Raymond tuts as he thumbs one of your tender nipples.
“I am being nice,” You whine. “He’s being an ass.”
“Such pretty words from such a messy mouth,” Tangerine coos. You whimper despite his taunts, tightening your grasp on his hair and on Raymond’s forearm as the coiling feeling in your stomach winds tighter and tighter. Your hips tip down against Raymond, and against his attentive, slick fingers as he swipes them over your throbbing clit. Your orgasm wells up slowly, and you moan as you cum. The sensation seems to ripple through you, your jaw dropped in heated want as your cunt ripples around Raymond’s cock.
You’re vindicated by the grunt that seems to be punched out of him, and the way his cock pulses and twitches. The heat and slickness of his spend makes your nails rake down over his forearm. He hums softly, bowing over you. You shiver as he presses a kiss to the other side of your neck.
“Atta girl,” Raymond murmurs. “Is that what you needed?”
“Mhm,” You hum high in your throat, heavy eyelids dropping as you nod dazedly. Raymond squeezes your hip, giving you a moment before he draws back.
“Fuck,” You breathe as he spreads your thighs.
“Tangerine,” He urges. You watch as he grasps the back of Tangerine's neck, steering him back between your thighs. You jump at the first brush of his tongue, jolting up and eyeing Tangerine as he laps at your aching cunt, and Raymond’s spend.
“What are you doing?”
“Reminding him,” Raymond murmurs, brushing his beard roughly against your neck, “Who you belong to.”
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Charlie Hunnam-verse
Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen)
One-shots
overcome that little challenge 💦
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?
Arthur Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)
Mini-series
are you falling for me…? 💉
Imagine meeting Arthur for the first time who is claiming you already as the love of his life aka his future wife. Arthur Pendragon - the most infuriating man in all of Camelot who knew of his effect on women. As if you didn’t already knew how his abdominal muscles looked. The destined King tended to take his shirt off in your presence any chance he could get after all.
💦 ~ smut
💉 ~ violence
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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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Raymond Smith || imagine
Метки: немного ангст; счастливый финал; бывшие супруги
Слов: 954
Реймонд наблюдает за тобой. Ты сидишь на его диване, в его доме. Уже поздно и тебе следовало вернуться в собственную квартиру, а не быть здесь со своим бывшим мужем.
Ты слегка устала за этот день. Вам снова пришлось работать вместе, чего ты не желала, узнав об этом, но выбора не было. Рэймонд хороший работник, знающий своё дело, как и ты, и ваше начальство знало об этом.
— У меня есть для тебя кое-что, — произносит Смит, исчезая за твоей спиной.
Ты немного выпила, но трезвость сознания всё ещё не ускользнула от тебя. Наблюдая за Рэймондом, ты стараешься не пялиться на него слишком долго. Конечно, вы в разводе и ты всё ещё помнишь, что не должна делать лишнего, но что-то внутри тебя весь день неприятно скребётся. Это скулящее чувство в твоём сердце, стоит тебе посмотреть на своего бывшего мужа.
Смит подходит к тебе, держа в руках небольшую коробку. Он садится рядом с тобой, после чего протягивает её тебе. Чёрная, матовое покрытие, гладкая и выглядит дорого, перевязанная ленточкой с названием одного из лучших ювелирных магазинов Англии.
Ты принимаешь её, отставив стакан с алкоголем в сторону.
— Зачем это? — интересуешься ты, всё ещё несмотря на Рэймонда.
— Я заказ тебе подарок, когда мы ещё были вместе, на твой день рождения. После развода я забыл отменить заказ, не уверен, что они вообще приняли бы отмену, — произносит Рэй, поправляя очки на переносице указательным пальцем, когда его локти упираются в колени. — Ты знаешь, как они работают.
Ты сомневаешься, что Рэй мог что-то забыть. Он определённо не тот, кто склонен к забывчивости. Кто угодно только не Рэймонд.
— Мой день рождение был три месяца назад, — произносишь ты. В твоём тоне нет претензии, но Рэй понимает твой скрытый вопрос. Почему он не подарил тебе его раньше, выслал бы по почте, или попросил доставить кого-то из своих людей. Он также мог бы продать его, но вместо этого коробка лежала в его доме пару месяцев точно.
— Не было времени разобраться с этим, — лукавит Рэй, смотря на тебя. Ты знаешь, что он врёт, а он знает, что ты знаешь. Вы видите друг друга насквозь, но к счастью Рэймонда ты больше ничего не говоришь, и он благодарен тебе за это.
Потянув за ленточку, ты избавляешься от неё, затем поднимаешь крышку коробки. Перед тобой серебряный браслет, с драгоценными камнями. Он выглядит изящно, это не просто украшение ради украшения, оно сделано так, что ты могла бы его носить. Это в твоём стиле. Твои пальцы касаются прохладного металла, и ты смотришь на браслет, переворачивая его. ��адпись прописью, инициалы твои и Рэймонда. Ты переводишь на него взгляд, встречаясь с его голубыми глазами. Он хотел видеть как ты отреагируешь. Его натура желала угодить, желала услышать благодарность за хорошую работу, потому что он старался сделать твой подарок особенным и личным.
— Это очень красиво. — Твой тон сдержанный, и ты умалчиваешь, что любой подарок от Рэймонда значил бы так много для тебя, чтобы он не подарил, ты знаешь, что это всегда будет для тебя самым значимой вещью на свете.
— Ты можешь продать его, если тебя смущает это, — произносит Смит, понимая, как сейчас, неуместно дарить тебе что-то напоминающее о вашем браке.
Ты не знаешь, что будешь делать. Тебе хотелось бы оставить подарок, но это могло быть неправильным жестом. Ваш брак был неудачным, законченным, и ты не хотела травить себе душу, имея вечное напоминание о мужчине, которого ты кажется до сих пор любишь.
— Спасибо, Рэймонд. Он на самом деле очень красивый.
Смит смотрит на то, как ты убираешь браслет обратно в коробку.
Ему кажется, что сейчас наиболее подходящий момент, лучшего не будет, больше не будет.
Его ладонь ложится на твою. Как всегда, его руки тёплые, даже если твои совершенно лишены холода. Он зовёт тебя, хотя его прикосновения и так привлекли твоё внимание.
— Мне жаль, что между нами всё закончилось таким образом. — Его взгляд прикован к тебе. — Но... я хотел бы попробовать ещё раз, сделать на этот раз всё правильно.
Ты молчишь. В твоём сердце и в мыслях происходит что-то странное, напоминающее сильный, но тихий ветер, крупные волны на пляже, которые могут предвещать бурю, но также успокаивают. Несмотря на различные мысли, ворохом крутящиеся у тебя в сознании, в твоей душе безмятежность, титаническое спокойствие.
— Я должен был попытаться ещё в первый раз, наш брак важен для меня. Мне жаль, дорогая, что я облажался с этим.
— Рэй, — ты не знаешь что хочешь сказать. Отказаться, лишив себя и его всякой надежды кажется правильным и лёгким.
Он будто чувствует твоё желание.
— Я люблю тебя, до сих пор, и я не думаю, что когда-нибудь перестану это делать, — признаётся Смит.
Ты смотришь на его руку на твоей. Твоё тело скучало по нему, по его объятиям, теплу, нежности. Ты на самом деле уже забыла насколько тебе нравилось проводить с ним время.
Ты поправляешь волосы, всё ещё думая над словами Рэймонда. Ты чувствовала то же самое. Так же не имея возможности избавиться от любви к нему, ты сжигала своё сердце каждый раз вспоминая своего мужа.
— Мы могли бы попробовать, — срывается с твоих губ.
Радость моментально захватывает его. Ты также расплываешься в улыбке, когда видишь Рэя улыбающегося. Наклонившись к нему, ты даришь поцелуй, нежный, но настойчивый. Он кладёт ладонь твоё колено, когда ты отрываешься от него, смотря в его голубые глаза.
— Я хочу попросить остаться тебя на ночь, — произносит он, смотря на тебя с неподдельным обожанием. — Но ты откажешь мне, верно?
— Да, извини, но... знаешь, я не отошла ещё от развода со своим мужем, не могу бросаться в кровать с первым встречным.
Смешок вырывается из его груди, когда ладонь скользит выше, забираясь к тебе под юбку, но капроновая ткань не позволяет дотронуться до твоей кожи на мягком месте.
— Я заеду завтра за тобой в семь? Что скажешь?
— В семь.
Рэймонд целует тебя, прижимая тебя к себе ближе. Он истосковался по тебе, по твоим прикосновениям, ласкам и компании, совершенно одичавший и голодный. Но ты очевидно не позволишь ему насытиться тобой раньше времени.
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A perfect gentleman (2)
Square filled for @julybreakbingo: Square 15: Free + Square 24: “I’m going to take care of you‚ okay?”
Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.
Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader
Warning: public sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Raymond, angry Raymond, implied violence, fluff
A/N: Please be aware I do not follow the exact storyline of the movie.
Catch up here: A perfect gentleman
“Louder,” Raymond growled in your ear. “I want the whole town to hear your screams.”
You whimpered at his words. Raymond wanted to take you for a walk in the park, only to bend you over the next best bench. Luckily, it was already dark, and no one was around. At least you hoped so.
“Fuck, I want to hear it, love,” he gripped your rear tighter, hands pawing at your body. More than once you ended up bruised and marked up over the last months. Raymond is a man possessed when it comes to you. “Say it! Whose pussy is this?” He gave you a particular deep thrust.
“Yours…” you slurred his name, too far gone to think straight. He got you high on him, and there is no way you are going to get clean ever again. “Only yours.”
“Damn,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “right,” a deep thrust, followed by his warmth filling you. You rested your head on the bench, sighing deeply. Two orgasms have turned your legs into jelly, and you were too exhausted to lift your head.
He carefully slipped out of you; eyes dropping to your puffy cunt.
“Hmm…my good girl looks good stuffed with my spunk.” Raymond slammed his hand between your legs to toy with your swollen clit.
“Ray, no,” you wiggled away from his touch. “It’s too much. This morning, during lunch, on our way to the park, in the park. You’re going to kill me with orgasms.”
He laughed, deep and rich. “You’re so cute too,” he said but dropped his hand from your cunt. “I’ll help you put your cute panties back on and we go back to my car.” He crouched down next to you to pat your head. “How does that sound, baby love?”
“Very good,” you lifted your head to grin at Raymond. “No sex on our way back!”
“Sure, baby love,” he kissed the top of your head. Raymond got back up to slide your panties up your legs. He groped your ass for a moment before straightening your dress. Raymond carefully helped you stand on your wobbling legs. “You look so pretty when all fucked out.”
He laughed when you gave him the stinky eye. Raymond promised you a romantic walk in the park only to ruin your poor pussy all over again. “You’re a dirty man, Sir.”
“If you call me Sir again,” he dipped his head to purr in your ear, “I’ll bury my face between those thighs and ruin you forever.”
You pressed your legs together and whimpered. Raymond and his libido would be the death of you one day.
“Buenas tardes, Raymondo.” You shrieked when a stranger stood in Raymond’s dining room. You were about to clean the table you christened with Raymond not half an hour ago again to make sure you erased any trace of your coupling.
The man looked older than your boyfriend, and not as dangerous as Ray. Still, he sneaked inside Raymond’s house only to look you up and down.
“You’re not Raymond.” He huffed, sounding a little too disappointed. “What a pity.”
“What are you doing in Raymond’s house?” You kept a close eye on the intruder while searching for a weapon. “You’re not one of his friends.”
“He already introduced you to his friends?” The man hiccupped. “He’s moving fast, huh?” He cocked his head to look you up and down again. “What does he see in you? Are you more than a romp in the sheets?”
“What the fuck!” You yelled at the man. Even if he got a gun, you wouldn’t let that dude talk like that about you and your relationship with Raymond.
“Ah, the man himself enters the room,” the man looked at something behind your back. “Raymondo, finally. Your lovely maid forgot to offer me a drink.”
“Fletcher,” you could hear the anger in Raymond’s voice. He slowly stepped next to you to place his hand on the small of your back. “I’d asked you what you’re doing here, but first things first.” He kissed your cheek and murmured something Fletcher couldn’t hear in your ear. “I’ll be right there, baby love.”
You pecked Raymond’s lips, much to Fletcher’s chagrin. “Ray don’t waste your time on him. He’s a dick.”
Fletcher hissed in your direction. He didn’t like the way Raymond watched you walk out of the room. “So, a new fling.”
“Why are you in my house?” Raymond’s voice filled with anger. He heard what Fletcher said to you and would love to kill the intruder. If Raymond hates one thing, it’s chaos and unexpected events. He likes having things in order. Neat. Clean. Perfect.
The only acceptation allowed to cause chaos in his life, or house is you. No one else will get away with leaving dirty dishes in his sink, or socks on the floor.
“Oh, don’t be like that, Raymond. I came here to help,” Fletcher stepped closer to the table to glance at the spot you wiped. He watched you for a while, wondering if you are more to Raymond than a plaything. “I bet you’ll go on your knees for me if you hear what I have for you.”
Raymond squared his jaw. He should have Fletcher killed, but he wants to hear what the man has to say first. “I’ll ask you one last time, and then you’ll either walk out of my house on our own two legs, or you won’t walk at all.”
“Now, we don’t want to be rude,” Fletcher has a smile plastered on his face. He’s excited to tell Raymond about all the things he found out about his boss’s business, and the people wanting to get rid of Mickey Pearson. “So…a fling or more?”
“Why does a cunt like you want to know about my love life?” Raymond grumbled. He was done talking about you with Fletcher. It was worse enough that his boss told him that a sweet girl like you wouldn’t stay for long if you found out about the true nature of Raymond’s job. “Tell me what you want or get fucked.”
“Oh, I’d love to get fucked,” Fletcher grinned. “Maybe we can bring your fling in too. She can watch.” Raymond grabbed the vase filled with roses you placed on the table to throw it at Fletcher.
“Baby?” You rushed inside the room to watch Raymond punch Fletcher’s face. He held the man down, growling like an angry bear. “Ray? What’s wrong?” You’ve never seen Raymond so angry before. “Ray…baby.”
“Go back to bed baby love. I got business to do with his cunt…”
“What did he want?” You carefully cleaned Raymond’s knuckles. He’s usually not the man to throw punches at his boss’s enemies. “Are you in trouble?”
“No,” Raymond murmured. He watched you clean his wounds, a soft smile on his lips for a moment. “That man is no one to worry about. He’s a slimy worm.”
“A cunt,” you concluded. “I had a hunch. That asshole asked if I’m only a romp in the sheets to you.”
“He’ll be taken care of,” Raymond grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles. “I’m sorry that he scared you. I’m going to take care of you‚ okay? No one will hurt you.”
“Ray, I signed up for this,” you placed your hand on his thigh. “I know that your job is dangerous and that your boss’s business is far from legal. When you asked me to stay, I accepted this part of your life too.”
“I can pick them,” he murmured.
“You've got such great taste,” you replied with a smile.
"Yeah," he cupped your face with both hands. "Especially when it comes to my girl."
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Hi darling! You' ve done incredible works! Could you please take a request for Raymond Smith with competency and size kinks?
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Thank you so much!
For once, I am so fucking happy with this but I really hope you like it. No pressure tags @yourwinchesterbros @rayslittlekitten @youflickedtooharddamnit
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Roll Your Own
Contains: Cannabis use, competency kink, size kink, oral sex (f receiving) P in V, fluff.
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Ray is good at everything he does
You watched as Ray carefully picked the flower away from its stem, placing it in the grinder before sealing it and twisting the top with practised, precise movements. Seconds later, he was softly sprinkling the finely ground herb on the rolling paper. Meticulous fingers placed the filter at the end and finally rolled the joint tight before he slid it in front of you. "There you go, Love."
He made his with the same precision, with the added addition of tobacco from a cigarette, and you sighed. "That shit will kill you know?"
He chuckled warmly and shook his head. "There's plenty of stuff that's going to kill me, and a good, old fashion fifty fifty is not one of them." He reached out, squeezing your knee lovingly before flicking on his lighter and lighting your joint, then his own. His eyes remained on you as you inhaled, and he waited until you puffed out a lung full of smoke before speaking. "Good?"
You nodded. "You always rolled good joints, even if you complain about the new school nonsense I like."
The weather was warm enough that all you needed to be comfortable was a blanket over your lap and Ray sitting next to you. He slung his arm around the back of the bench and over your shoulder, pulling you close as the smoke blew away in the wind. "This is nice."
He smiled. "Yeah, it is." You leaned into him, somehow, whether it be the way he dressed or the way he carried himself, he managed to make himself look so much smaller than he was. In truth, he was broad and tall, with all lean muscles and coiled strength, and without all the trapping of high society dress, he was an intimidating large man. "You look lost in thought." He had pressed his nose to the side of your face, breathing in the scent of your shampoo as he spoke.
"I'm just thinking about how hot your are with your shirt off, and how I'd kill for some hot chips." It was getting close to dinner time, the lights around the barbeque turning on as the sun set over the hill.
He sighed and pressed his lips to your temple. "I can get you some hot chips, then we'll see about the other thing."
He stood up and stretched out his hand, pulling you to your feet before walking you to the kitchen and sitting you on a stool at the bench. Everything happened like a dance, the cutting board came out, then the knife out of its block and the potatoes from their bag in the cupboard. He liked showing off, a small smile gracing his face as he cut the potatoes into perfect, even lengths while the oven preheated, knowing you were watching with wrapped attention at every movement of his long fingers.
"See something you like?" He was a smug bastard when he wanted to be.
You nodded. "Yes, delicious carbohydrates."
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip turning up into a smirk. "What did you call me?" There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as the chips entered the oven, and he was walking over to you with a swagger in his step. "They'll be ready in forty minutes, how about I get some wagyu out of the freezer too?"
You nodded and placed your hand on his cheek. "I would like that." He leaned down and kissed you, his beard scratching your skin as his lips sealed on yours. He pulled away, brushing a stray hair from your face as he looked down at you lovingly. You craned your head and pecked his jaw. "You know what else I'd like?"
He smirked, his face lightening up as he shook his head. "Dinner before dessert, Love"
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Dinner was lovely, Ray had once again outdone himself, everything was perfect. The quiet moments like this were the best parts of the day, with him stealing glances at you every time he thought you weren't looking. You talked about your day and Ray his, and with dinner done, you moved to the couch. It didn't take long for you to climb onto his lap, and he smiled into a kiss as you pushed his mustard yellow sweater off his broad shoulders. His hand found your face, and he fiddled with the buttons on your shirt, each one popping open with care.
He used his body weight to lift you off him and spin around, taking your hand and leading you up the staircase, stopping to press you into the railing so he could kiss you. It was only a short intermission, but it left you breathless nonetheless, and by the time you were through the threshold of your shared bedroom, you were ready to sink to your knees.
He stopped you with a smirk, and you raised your eyebrow. "What gives?"
He ran his finger down your sternum and leaned in close, his lips bumping yours as he spoke. "I want dessert."
You blinked. "But…"
He shook his head. "No buts, get on the bed."
You huffed, but you couldn't hide your smile. "You are a terrible husband, depriving me like this."
His eyes crinkled at the corners as he laughed, lifting your hand to his chest to lay over his heart. "You wound me."
You use the excuse to remove his button down. "Yes, and you deny me."
He shook his head as he stripped off the rest of your clothes and walked you backwards towards the edge of the bed. "I could never deny you anything." He was gazing down at you with such deep affection that it almost hurt. "Can I put my mouth on you now?"
You nodded, laughing as you pulled back with you onto the bed. He kissed his way down your body, stopping at your breast to give each one attention before continuing on his journey. His massive hands ran down your legs, lifting them up on his solid back as he settled on his belly on the bed. He kissed the insides of your thighs, each kiss soft and reverent as he made his way closer to your core.
He licked you from entrance to clit, and you gasped out his name as your hips bucked. He stilled for a moment, throwing one forearm over your hips so you couldn't twitch away and wiggling down so he was keeping your legs apart with his shoulders. He began in earnest when he knew you couldn't shift away from his seeking mouth, closing his lips around your clit while his other hand reached up to play with your breast, and despite the lack of his weight on your body, you felt utterly covered by him.
He was moaning like you were the one getting him off, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you with each pass of his tongue. The edge inevitably appeared, and you lifted your hand from his hair to cover your mouth to avoid what would have been a wail, then everything stopped, and he was looking up at you with both expectation and concern. He lifted his arm off your hip and reached up, wrapping it around your wrist as he brought it downwards. He pressed his wet lips to the very centre of your palm before placing it flat on the bed and smiling softly. "Don't hide anything from me."
He didn't give you time to respond, returning right back to his mission with even more vigour this time. It didn't take long for the peak to crest again, and you found yourself falling into what seemed to be endless bliss as he licked you through it. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before pulling away and wiping his face with his hand. "Thank you, Love."
You reached out, rushing to free him from his pants, pushing them and his boxers down in one go before spreading your legs to accommodate him. His lips found yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you reached down to grab his cock so you could guide it inside you. Without the help of his fingers, it was a stretch, and you buried your face in his neck as he took over when you got too overwhelmed.
It must have been a lot for him too, because he was wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up to sit in his lap, your chest pressed to his as he slowly rocked his hips upwards. He pressed his forehead to yours as you shared a breath, his eyes locked to yours as he picked up the pace. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on."
You felt so close to him like this, his considerable arms wrapped around you as he held you tight. You could feel his body rippling with each movement until he adjusted again and one hand left you back in favour of rubbing your clit. "Come on, my Darling, I can feel how close you are."
Your teeth latched on the meat of his shoulder as you came, pulling him with you as his rhythm faltered. You stayed like that for a time, catching your breath while his lips lay on your temple. Eventually, you parted and he pulled you with him as he laid down, brushing your sweat stuck hair from your face as you rested your head over his heart. "That was lovely."
He smiled lazily. "Yesn it was." He rubbed your nose with his, then kissed you. "I love you."
You took his face in your hand, and he fought the urge to nuzzle into your palm. "I love you too Ray."
Fin
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raymond Smith. cool & collected. tries his best to reel in his violence and aggression. keeps cool all day. and that's how he mostly lives his life. but when night falls and he gets his hands on his favourite warm body and sweet sticky lips he goes crazy. loses his shit a little. makes all sorts of noises while he fucks, as if it hurts him, as if he's trying to kill. but really he's just letting go, going loose, using his well oiled muscles to bring himself n his partner to orgasms so intense he cries a little. and his girl cries so sweet for him. pants and licks a broad stripe of his face. obsessed w him and the salt of his sweat. they smoke and laugh and stick together in bed. he goes to fucking town until she's all raw and sensitive. lips puffy and throbbing. so sensitive she can feel her heartbeat on them. can feel it in her pussy.
#uhhhh#yeahhh#raymond smith#the gentlemen#the gentlemen 2019#raymond smith x reader#raymond smith x you#raymond smith smut#fanfiction#18+ mdni
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This man and these characters are just 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I believe what I meant to say was dreamy 😅
I just absolutely love how @carni-val writes each of these characters, they are all so amazingly and beautifully written! I simply cannot pick one to praise because they are all worth praising!✨
Charlie Hunnam Characters Masterlist
Raymond Smith
Will “Ironhead” Miller
Henri “Papillon” Charrière
Jax Teller
Arthur Pendragon
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Navy! I’m so happy that you are still willing to get on here and play with us despite how crazy busy you are/how much you have going on, based on what you’ve shared with us.💖🙌🏾💖
I’m also happy to see that you are listening to your heart and starting to write about/4 other people who interest you – like Raymond, William, Simon Riley, Konig, etc. I had no idea that you were into them too on here😍😍😍😩
Do you have any head cannons regarding the COD guys that you don’t mind sharing with the class– IF you have the time and energy to do so?
Sorry it took me so long to answer this, lovely! And I always enjoy sharing with you lovelies. As far as headcanons? Since we're not talking about specific situations or AU's, maybe some general NSFW.
Banner by the talented @cafekitsune.
Raymond Smith - Edging
Raymond is a man who knows how to get what he wants and he wants you. It's inevitable that you're at his manor and he'll christen the entire place with you, but you have to behave. He's patient, but he'll snap when pushed. Not in the way you expect.
So when you're feeling bratty, he'll tie you to the bed and fuck you nice and slow with a toy of his choosing. Or he'll pin you underneath him and thrust in deep strokes. But every time you're about to come, he'll stop. Oh, he knows it hurts. Can feel your sloppy cunt trying to suck him back in. You need that release so badly, but he wants you to earn it.
"Stop being a fucking brat, darling, and I'll give you what you want."
William Miller - Overstimulation
For the man who keeps count of everything, William knows how many orgasms he's given you. That isn't an exaggeration. He can tell you down to the day how many times you've come for him and will even differentiate if it was with his tongue, fingers, or cock.
You've lost count today, of course, practically dumb as your slick pussy tightens around him again. You moan something that sounds like his name when he rubs your swollen clit and groans as you soak his cock again. Is it a plea when you whine? A prayer? Music to his ears either way. And he's not stopping.
"You can give me one more, baby. We're not in double digits yet. Give. Me. One. More."
Simon "Ghost" Riley - Mirror Sex
Ghost can easily hide under a mask, but he doesn't like it when you hide from him. When there's a chance that he may not it back home to you, he wants to remember every expression, every twitch, every smile. He wants to commit it to memory.
So when you try to look away and hide your face when he fucks you in front of a mirror, he brings a hand around your throat stops you. He wants you to watch as his thick cock glides in and out of you. A wanton moan escapes when you see how wet it is. Can hear it when he thrusts deep. But the sight of his eyes watching you is what makes you gush around him with a cry.
"Beautiful when you break for me, love. Let me see you shatter."
Since he loves to watch you, maybe you can convince him to record you.
König - Cockwarming
König has mastered the art of patience, thanks in large to being a sniper. Training and missions instilled a lot of discipline in him. He will wait as long as he has to in order to complete his objective.
So when you're stretched around his large cock, your walls fluttering and your arousal seeping around him, don't expect him to move. He'll observe you, take in the sounds of your labored breaths as you try not to move your hips. He sees the pulse frantically beating in your beck. He hears the whine you let out when his fingers brush your nipples before making his way down to your clit, he knows how badly you need him to fill you up. And he will. When he's ready.
"Patience, mein Schatz. You'll know when I'm ready."
Love and thanks! ❤️
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Come undone 7
Raymond Smith x reader || imagine
Часть 1 ; Часть 2 ; Часть 3 ; Часть 4 ; Часть 5 ; Часть 6 ; Часть 7.
*не отредактировано. выложила из-за того, что это последняя часть, и решила закончить историю, которая постилась в группе пару лет назад*
Когда ты поняла, что беременна, то с вашего с Рэймондом "второго начала", прошёл уже почти год. И хоть Смит старался мириться с твоим хаосом в жизни и в поведении, старался воспринимать не все твои слова серьёзно, потому что ты не самая серьёзная личность, он всё же полюбил тебя до безумия и был счастлив.
Ты теперь не занималась тем, что привело тебя ко множеству проблем. Тебе пришлось заняться кое-чем другим, стать продюсером в киностудии Лондона. Тебе никогда не приходилось думать о том, что ты станешь продюсером. Но для тебя работа оказалась очень даже интересной, особенно после того, как ты и Рэй разобрались с теми, кто тебя пытался убить. Смит, как и ты, рисковал своей жизнью, уверенный, что это окупится и окупилось. Вы жили в спокойствии, ты больше не убивала людей, не грабила никого и не похищала. Теперь единственное, чем ты зара��атывала на жизнь это подбором актёров, нахождением стоящих сценариев, хороших режиссёров и так далее по списку основных дел человека, что работает продюсером в кинематографе.
Когда ты возвращаешься домой, то слышишь знакомый голос. Ты уже знаешь, кому он принадлежит. Всё твоё тело невольно напрягается, но ты всё же проходишь в гостиную, где сидит твой мужчина и человек, которого ты бы убила, если бы ещё занималась этим. Хотя Смит был бы против, ведь он и сам мог это уже давно сделать. Флетчер был ему для чего-то нужен, поэтому он не был ещё мёртв.
— Что он здесь делает? — сразу же спрашиваешь ты, ��увствуя раздражительность от одного присутствия Флэтчера.
— Т\И, как всегда прекрасна, — подлизывается мужчина, поднявшись и улыбнувшись. Настоящий подхалим. — Решил заглянуть, рассказать кое-что своему старому сексуальному другу – Рэймонду, пока его девушка на работе. К слову о твоей работе, я тут сценарий написал.
Ты смотрела с гневом на Флетчера, но потом перевела взгляд на Смита, смотря на него так, будто он пытается задержать надоевшего гостя. Рэй только поправляет очки, не спеша тебе всё и сейчас объяснять.
— Если твой сценарий попадёт мне в руки, я сожгу его, — произносишь ты. Одарив Рэя недовольным взглядом, направляешься на кухню, потому что теперь у тебя возрос немного аппетит. Приходилось есть за двоих.
Смит говорит Флетчеру, чтобы тот занялся чем-нибудь, пока сам Рэй находит тебя уплетающей кусок торта. В последнее время тебя часто тянуло на сладкое, хотя раньше ты контролировала свой аппетит. Но сейчас ты сомневалась в том, что это требуется, учитывая твоё положение.
— Он здесь для работы, — произносит Рэймонд, руки в карманы джинс. — Расскажет всё и уйдёт.
— Мы же договорились поужинать вместе, — говоришь ты. — Я хотела поговорить с тобой. Рассказать кое-что.
Рэй был бы не собой, если бы не знал, о чём ты хочешь с ним поговорить. Смиту уже было известно о том, что ты носишь вашего будущего ребёнка под сердцем. Ты же надеялась, что порадуешь его, хотя уже догадывалась, что он либо знает, либо у него даже мускул на лице не дрогнет, когда он узнает.
Ты ставишь чайник, желая не есть сладкий, хоть и вчерашний, но всё ещё не менее вкусный, торт, в сухомятку. Достаёшь себе кружку и затем лиственный чай, не в пакетиках, конечно же. Теперь ты жила у Рэймондом, поэтому приходилось следовать правилам этого дома. Может ты и могла вносить свои, но его были неизменными. Чай в пакетиках тебе всегда казался удобнее, особенно учитывая то, откуда ты родом, однако Рэй терпеть его не мог, и ты решила, что привыкнешь к чему-то другому. Смит же теперь не так был дотошен к уборке своего дома, и его нервные тики теперь стали не такими частыми.
— Мы сможем поговорить об этом чуть позже, — произносит Рэймонд, подойдя к тебе. Он кладёт одну ладонь тебе на поясницу, стоя сбоку от тебя. — Уверен, что тебя удивит моя новость, в отличии от твоей, — его вторая ладонь ложится на твой живот, который ещё даже не округлился.
Рэй быстро целует тебя в висок и ловит твой удивлённый взгляд. Смит уходит, оставив тебя всего лишь с догадками. Ты даже забросила свой торт на пару минут. То, что твой мужчина знает о вашем ребёнке, удивляет тебя, ведь ты достаточно тщательно скрывала всё это. Но видимо от Рэймонда вообще сложно что-то скрыть.
Однако тебя ещё заботит то, что мужчина обещал тебе какие-то новости. Если бы он тебе ещё сказал пол ребёнка, то ты не была бы удивлена. Потому что о других новостях ты не могла догадываться.
На твоё счастье Флетчер уходит не поздно ночью, и ты ещё надеешься, что Смит не станет тебя интриговать. Ты уже была в вашей спальне, переодетая в ночную одежду, уже готовая лечь спать, но всё же ждёшь Рэя, который обещал поговорить с тобой. Очень странно, что новости хотела сказать ты, а в итоге сама же их дожидаешься с нетерпением.
Смит, слегка уставший, возвращается к тебе, уже поговорив с Микки. Он молчит некоторое время, всего лишь кидает на тебя взгляд, направляясь в ванную, потому что это же Рэй, он не может не подготовиться ко сну.
— Ты обещал мне разговор, — произносишь ты, поднявшись с кровати и идя в ванную. — Помнишь?
Рэй стоял перед вашим зеркалом в ванной, чистя зубы. Он прекрасно знает, что ты не угомонишься, пока не узнаёшь, однако всё равно хочет сохранить интригу.
— Нам придётся перенести его на завтра, — говорит Рэймонд, уже поставив зубную щётку в стаканчик. — Зато ты можешь признаться.
Он смотрит на тебя через зеркало, внимательно следит за твоей реакцией. Он не считал тебя дурой, хотя ты любила ею притворяться. Однако Смит легко мог понять, когда ты врёшь или притворяешься. Твоя беременность ни капли не смущала его, он был не против. Рэймонд любил тебя и заиметь общего ребёнка с тобой было бы чудесно. Мужчина уже давно хотел семью.
— Это требуется? Ты и так знаешь, что я беременна, — произносишь ты, подходя к Рэймонду, который сразу же обнимает тебя за талию. — И ты бы мог сказать мне то, что хотел. Потому что это нечестно, ты знаешь, я нет.
Рэймонд был дотошным до всего. Он никогда не мог справиться с этим, но ты часто вторгалась в его систему, вносила в его жизнь немного хаоса, как и он, вносил в твою организованность. От этого всего вам становилось лучше, становилось проще жить. Вы были той парой, которая дополняет друг друга.
И сейчас ты делаешь это. Вторгаешься в его планы, нарушаешь их и даже не думаешь, что это плохо.
— Я мог бы сказать тебе это завтра, за ужином.
— А если ужина опять не будет? — спрашиваешь у Рэя, проводя ладонью по его прессу спускаясь чуть ниже, но даже не думаешь о чём-то интимном сейчас. — Мне нельзя нервничать, котик, теперь это может плохо сказаться не только на мне. — Ты становишься на носочки, оставляешь пару поцелуев на его шее и пытаешься манипулировать им через все эти жесты и слова.
Смит нервно сглатывает, прикрывая глаза на пару секунд и быстро собираясь с мыслями, не давая тебе совсем затуманить его разум.
— Завтра, Т\И, — произносит Рэй, оставив поцелуй у тебя на губах и отстраняет тебя от себя, взяв за плечи.
Он заходит в вашу спальню и снимает часы, после чего только ложится в постель, куда и ты залезаешь. Ты выглядишь недовольной, и Рэй это легко подмечает. Он не хочет нарушать свои планы, но ты не угомонишься и он это понимает, поэтому решает, что стоит хотя бы сказать тебе, а потом действовать по своим планам.
— Я хотел сделать тебе предложение, — произносит Рэймонд, привлекая твоё внимание.
— Что? Это из-за беременности? — слишком встревоженно спрашиваешь у Рэя, внимательно смотря на него, давая понять, что любое его неверное слово или мимика, действие, уже может быть не так тобой воспринято.
— Нет. Я просто хочу, чтобы ты стала моей женой, — произносит Смит. — Ты бы ответила «нет», если бы я тебя спросил?
Какие бы отношения у вас не были, как бы сильно вы не любили друг друга и не были преданы друг другу, Смит всегда знал, что есть вероятность того, что что-то пойдёт не по плану и не так, как он хочет.
— Я бы ответила «да», — говоришь ты, невольно улыбнувшись. — Ты и впрямь хочешь, чтобы мы стали супругами? — Ты устраиваешься поудобнее на кровати, смотря прямо в глаза Рэя. — Это серьёзный шаг.
Ты знаешь, что Рэймонд из тех, кто десять раз подумает, прежде чем что-то сделать. Он тот, кто не делает ошибок, да, и если делает, то весьма болезненно к этому относится. Поэтому у тебя не было сомнений в его решении, у тебя были сомнения по поводу себя, потому что меньше всего ты представляла себя замужней дамой или в роли мамы. Но в любом случае, ты любила Смита, и не была против примерить его фамилию, связать ваши жизни.
— Я люблю тебя. И хочу быть твоим мужем, — произносит Рэй, потянувшись к тебе, он оставляет мимолётный поцелуй у тебя на губах.
Ты невольно расплываешься в улыбке, которая заставляет Рэймонда ещё раз влюбляться в тебя. Он ни разу не пожалел о том, что помог тебе с твоей работой, и ни разу не думал, что сделал неправильный выбор. Он не думал о том, что всё может закончиться плохо, был уверен, что вы будете счастливы вместе.
Тебе казалось, что с твоей работой и отношением к людям замуж тебе никогда не удастся выйти, а мысли о материнстве тебя немного пугали, но сейчас ты чувствовала себя самой счастливой. Казалось, что ещё лучше некуда. Ты до безумия была благодарна за всё Рэймонду, без него ты не была бы сейчас такой счастливой.
— Я люблю тебя, — говоришь ты, прижимаясь к нему, когда он заключает тебя в объятие.
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Charlie Hunnam Character Prompts! This list includes: Alan McMichael, King Arthur, Raymond Smith, and Will “Ironhead” Miller. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of the ideas presented here. I’d love to read it! 💜
1. After the events of Crimson Peak, Edith and Alan eventually marry. Edith gives birth to a daughter (whether the baby is Alan’s, or Thomas’ from his and Edith’s night in the depot is up to you.) Their daughter inherits the ability to see ghosts just like her mother and grandmother before her.
2. You’re Thomas and Lucille’s daughter but you don’t know. You’ve been raised to believe you’re their sister. Due to the nature of your birth and years spent growing up in the darkness of Allerdale Hall, your eyes have a strong sensitivity to light. You’re in your 20s when Thomas takes you to an optician in New York while he’s courting Edith. Maybe an American doctor will have something to help you that the English doctors back home don’t. You meet Alan, who gives you an eye exam. He helps you when your eyes are giving you trouble by prescribing you a special type of eyeglasses and sunglasses so you can go outside for longer periods of time. He also prescribes you eyedrops/medications and recommends using a parasol for shade while you’re out on walks. Over time, his prescription notes become love notes.
3. You’re the youngest Sharpe and are much more petite than the average woman, standing only at about 4’9. Thomas assures you it’s not your fault, it’s just how you were born. You also attribute your small stature to the lack of necessary sunshine and fresh air from your years growing up confined to the shadows of Allerdale Hall. Your brother rarely let you leave the grounds while you were a child, afraid you’d get sick and your immune system would be too weak to fight off any infection. You’d never gone past the front yard before. Now an adult, you fall in love with Alan McMichael while Thomas is courting Edith. He dances with you at balls, sends you secret love letters, etc. When Thomas discovers these letters, he takes them and locks you in your bedroom. Your attempts to stop him or slow him down do nothing to deter him. Despite your protests and pleas to be let out and for him to give Alan’s letters back, he instead hides them where Lucille wouldn’t find them. You don’t realize he’s locked you in to protect you from her. When Alan comes to Allerdale Hall to rescue Edith, he wants to take you away too and demands to know where you are. During the confrontation, you escape. It’s because of Alan that you discover your true lineage: Your siblings are actually your parents and you’re the product of incest. You’re helpless and horrified when Lucille stabs Alan. You try to run to him, but she holds you back while Thomas stabs him too.
You believe him to be dead until Lucille takes Edith away to sign the papers and Thomas urges you to help him get Alan downstairs, quickly. He’s still alive and your tears of mourning turn into tears of relief. There’s no time for explanations, but Thomas begs your forgiveness and tells you he loves you. While he’s not proud of the act he and Lucille did, he wants you to know you were never a mistake. He gives you a goodbye kiss on the forehead before he rushes to help Edith. While you keep him stable, Alan reveals that, before he was stabbed, Thomas gave him his blessing to marry you. He whispered it so low so Lucille wouldn’t hear. After leaving Crimson Peak, you later wed. Neither of you care about Mrs. McMichael’s snide remarks or disapproval of you. But when you come to be with child, you’re afraid for their health. You worry that your body is too small to safely carry to term, or that your lineage means any children you have are at risk for birth defects. Alan soothes your fears and assures you that you’re strong and capable. No matter what, he will love his child. If they are born anything but healthy, you and he will find a way to still give them the best life possible. You’ll devote your lives to their happiness.
4. Alan McMichael meets you, a woman who has Heterochromia. As an eye doctor, he wants to study this rare eye condition but over time, he gets to know you and falls in love with you. You help him with his studies on the subject and tell him about your life, from your genetic history all the way to the hardships you’ve faced for being different from everybody else. You tell him how you used to wear sunglasses all the time to hide your eyes out of shame. But you’re not ashamed anymore, and Alan further compliments them. The eyes are generally considered the most beautiful feature of the human body and your eyes are no exception. They’re unique, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.
5. Haunting of Hill House crossover AU (the novel, not the show): You’re Hugh Crain’s youngest daughter and the only family member who survived the hauntings of Hill House. While you grew up on the grounds, no corner of your house was safe. Your mother was killed in the drive up before the house’s completion, leaving you and your older sisters to be raised by a governess. Every room had its haunts. Even the outside garden was haunted by ghosts having picnics. Your eldest sister, Sophia, was given a disturbing monograph on morality from your father, signed in his own blood. As you grew older, you started to feel uneasy around your overbearing father and grew concerned about his intentions with Sophia. Though he was physically absent and often away in Europe with his new wife, you still felt the weight of his presence everywhere within the walls, along with the ghosts. It frightened you. You left Hill House when you turned 18 and never came back, though you missed your sisters dearly and kept writing them letters. You settled in New York, where you met and later married Alan McMichael, a handsome eye doctor. When he shows you his interest in ghost sightings through photography, you’re worried for his safety, still traumatized from your past experiences. You have yet to tell him the full story about Hill House.
Your middle sister sometimes visited with her husband, and you were saddened at her and Sophia’s falling out over the inheritance of the house. No matter how much you urged your eldest sister to leave Hill House, you knew she’d never visit. Sophia later died alone and you were devastated at the news of her death. Alan did his best to console you at her funeral. Your mourning was exacerbated when your middle sister died while trying to move some furniture and dishes out of the house, mere months after Sophia’s funeral. The coroner said she slipped and fell down the stairs, but you knew better. When Alan’s friend, Edith, marries Thomas Sharpe and moves into Allerdale Hall, you come with to help her settle in. But you realize immediately that Allerdale Hall is haunted, in eerily similar ways to how Hill House is. She confides in you about her ability to see ghosts and you do what you can to protect her and keep her safe since you couldn’t do the same for your beloved sisters. But you can’t stay in the house forever, so you go to Alan for help. You finally sit him down and confide in him everything about your experiences at Hill House. You urge him that Edith is now in great danger and needs both his help and yours before it’s too late.
6. You’re Eunice’s best friend and fall in love with her brother, Alan, when he meets you while attending medical school. Neither of you make the connection right away. After all, there’s tons of women named Eunice and you and Alan hadn’t seen each other since you were children. Uh oh when he takes you to meet his family and you realize you’re in love with your best friend’s brother.
7. You’re a mermaid-like creature in Camelot but unlike the Syrens, your magic isn’t dark and you don’t serve Vortigern. You stayed in hiding during his tyrannical reign, since you’re similar to a Ceasg and knew he’d abuse your magic. After Vortigern’s death and the destruction of the tower, the Syrens ventured back out to the deeper waters of the vast sea. You’re captured by Arthur’s men, mistaken for a Syren after saving the new King’s life by kissing him and granting him the ability to breathe underwater for a time. His knights mistook your actions and thought you were trying to eat their friend. You’re kept in the King’s bedchamber, in a large glass container full of water that has enough room to swim around in, but acts as your cage. Arthur interrogates you, asking you all sorts of questions about yourself, where you come from, your connection to the Syrens that served his uncle, etc. But over time, his questions become softer and he talks to you with a spirit similar to that of a young boy who just discovered fairytales are real. He and you fall in love. You use your magic to grant Arthur’s wishes, even if he unknowingly makes them. It takes him a while to realize what’s happening and that his wishes coming true is your doing.
One night, the door above your tank is left unlocked after you’re fed. You pull yourself out and crawl towards Arthur while he sleeps in his bed of furs. You’re so curious about the anatomy of humans and always wanted to see one up close. As you crawl on top of him to touch his face and play with his golden hair, Arthur responds as if in a dream and leans up to kiss you. When he jolts awake and realizes what he’s doing, he lets you touch and admire him, but only for a short while before he carries you back to your tank. He doesn’t want you to dry out. But you keep a firm hold on his hand and encourage him to join you, telling him you want to explore his body further. He relents and you make love under the water. Someone later tries to kidnap you and steal you away for their own greed, and your tank shatters. You flail around like a fish out of water before your tail dries and turns to legs. After he rescues you, Arthur gives you back your freedom. But instead you choose to stay and serve him as your King. Unlike Syrens, You don’t demand blood or human sacrifices. You simply ask for Arthur’s heart, his love, and he gives it to you. He makes you his Queen, as unconventional as his choice in a bride may be. There’s no other he wants for his wife.
8. Pirates of the Caribbean-esque AU: You’re a mermaid/siren but you’re a good natured one that isn’t bloodthirsty or man-eating like your sisters. Arthur captures you and holds you prisoner after he thinks you tried to kill him. He keeps you in a large tank in his private bedchamber because he needs a mermaid’s/siren’s magic to help him in a quest for something. But then you and he start bonding and developing romantic feelings for each other, especially when he realizes you actually saved his life that day you met and weren’t trying to kill him at all. Despite being kept in a tank full of seawater, you become very sick because you’ve been away from the actual sea for too long. Your skin and tail become ashy, your hair loses its luster, the sparkle in your eyes dims. Arthur grows so worried and remorseful for his mistreatment of you that he sets you free, returning you to the ocean where you belong. You wave to him as you swim away and he waves back with stray tears in his eyes.
He doesn’t see you for so long that he thinks you’re gone forever. But then you show up again while he’s sailing out at sea, swimming along the side of his ship and you’re mistaken for a large fish. He’s surprised to see you when you climb over the side and hold yourself up on the railing. He’s left speechless when you reveal you’ve brought him the treasure he sought after in the first place. It wasn’t easy to find, that’s why you were gone so long. You never planned on abandoning him. You kiss him and tell him a secret: If a mortal wins the heart of a merfolk, that merfolk is granted the ability to walk on land when their tail is dry. And a mortal fortunate enough to receive the kiss of a merfolk is granted the ability to breathe underwater. You show Arthur he’s earned your love when your beautiful shimmering tail dries and becomes human legs. He quickly finds you some clothes and asks you to stay with him as his bride and be his Queen. You accept, but tell him you’ll have to return to the sea for short periods of time periodically to stay healthy. When the King and Queen are both missing from the palace, it’s safe to say they’re out swimming.
9. You’re Arthur’s Queen and are once again with child after many failed attempts. You’ve been able to get pregnant before, but the trouble has been keeping it. You’ve suffered many miscarriages so early on that sometimes you wouldn’t even bother telling your husband you were with child, too afraid you’d get his hopes up only to lose it. This put an emotional and mental toll on both you and Arthur. This is the farthest you’ve carried in any pregnancy, so Arthur is especially protective and doting, making sure you have the best of healers. Naturally, everyone in the kingdom hopes the firstborn will be a boy to carry his father’s legacy. Arthur assures you he just wants a healthy wife and child. The birth itself is difficult and you nearly die trying to bring your baby into the world. There’s so much blood. Arthur is terrified but refuses to leave your side. This is his castle, his wife, and his child. So he’s going to hold your hand and caress your hair through it all, even if it takes hours. He encourages you and tells you you’re the strongest woman he knows. When the babe is born, it’s a girl. You’re afraid you’ve disappointed the kingdom and your husband, but Arthur is overjoyed at the arrival of his little princess. She is his heir and he loves both her and you unconditionally. A huge celebration is in order. But first, you must rest and recover.
10. Ever after AU: Your stepmother works you like a servant for years following your father’s death, while plotting and scheming to get her own spoiled and selfish daughter on the throne. You pretend to be a courtier to save a man’s life, inadvertently catching the eye of King Arthur. He keeps pursuing you despite all your attempts to evade him, so you give him your deceased mother’s name when he pushes for yours. You didn’t think you’d see him again, but fate has you crossing paths and meeting in secret. A romance eventually blossoms. You show him you’re a country girl at heart with a strong spirit, not afraid to get dirty, climb trees, use a blade, etc. You want more than anything to tell Arthur the truth of who you are, but keep losing your courage at the last moment. He’s just so wonderful and you love him so much, you don’t want to hurt him with your deception. A masque ball is being held for the King to choose a bride so Camelot may finally have a Queen. Your stepmother lashes you for your insolence towards your stepsister after she tries to take your mother’s dress. She locks you in the cellar but you escape.
Your stepmother tries to sabotage you by assaulting you and exposing you as a fraud and devious little pretender in front of the entire royal court, but her scheme backfires terribly when Arthur reveals he doesn’t care about your status as a servant. He holds your hand as he tells your stepmother that she seems to have forgotten herself and must be unaware of his own background. He grew up in a brothel under the care of prostitutes. He loved those women like family and he rose up out of gutter in the village streets of Londinium through years of hard work and blood, sweat, and tears. He has your stepmother and terrible stepsister taken away to be dealt with later and announces you as his intended bride. That is, if you’ll have him. The decision is yours. Meanwhile, your other stepsister, who is much more gentle and kind hearted, has been in a blooming romance of her own: She’s falling in love with one of Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. Upon your marriage and coronation, your stepsister is appointed your lady-in-waiting and becomes part of the royal court. On your wedding night, Arthur discovers the lashing marks on your back and is horrified. He’s so livid he would’ve sentenced your stepmother to death for daring to lay such a violent hand upon you, but you talk him down. He strips her of her title in front of the royal court and, at your behest, sentences her and your horrible stepsister to lifelong servitude. Neither you nor your other stepsister have spared a thought for your cruel stepmother or odious stepsister, too busy in your happy new lives.
11. You’re thrown overboard when the ship you’re traveling on gets stuck in a terrible and merciless thunderstorm. As you try to keep yourself above water, you hear voices shouting what you think is your name. Lightning cracks and starts a fire on the ship, but that’s all you remember as you hit your head and black out. You awaken on the shoreline, found by men who later reveal themselves as Knights of the Round Table. They take you to their King, Arthur. When you reveal you don’t remember anything but a shortened version of your name, Arthur takes it upon himself to look after you while you recover from your ordeal. At least until your memory returns or your family can be found. He has his knights work on locating your family while he shows you his castle, takes you on tours of Camelot, etc. Over time, your friendship turns into a romance. Little do either you or Arthur know, you’re actually a Viking Princess who was on voyage to Camelot to marry Arthur. The very same Viking Princess who is believed to be dead. Your arranged marriage was meant to strengthen an alliance between Norway and England in exchange for protection, resources, trade routes, weapons, etc. But your supposed death has created a new array of problems for Arthur as he’s tried to draft up a new agreement with your mourning mother and/or father, not realizing he has their amnesiac daughter right under his roof. What happens when the truth is revealed?
12. Arthur stumbles across a baby girl in a basket drifting in the water. This child was watched over and protected by the Lady of the Lake, who instructs Arthur to take you in and raise you as his daughter. He does so, and you grow up a Princess of Camelot. But as you grow, you show signs of possessing magic similar to that of mermaids, water nymphs, or fairies. You have unique abilities over controlling water and can even influence people when you sing. You may have the ability to breathe underwater or swim at incredible speeds. Your father still loves you and does what he can to help you control your powers, but he may need the help of the Mage to further teach you, since he’s just a human man who has no knowledge of your birth or who your natural parents were. The Lady of the Lake didn’t tell him much when she gave you to him.
13. You’re either Roz’s sister and Mickey’s sister-in-law, or you’re Mickey’s sister and Roz’s sister-in-law. The choice is up to you. Either way, you and Ray find yourselves in a high risk, high reward romance as you try to hide your affair from Roz and Mickey. Ray started off as your personal bodyguard and you’re worried they wouldn’t understand or would be against mixing love and business for whatever reason. You’d rather not see Ray get fired or killed, so you keep it secret. Ray also enjoys living too much to die just yet, thank you. But maybe Roz and Mickey wouldn’t be angry that you’ve kept secrets from them, just disappointed that you’d think so little of them. You’re Mickey and Roz’s sister (in-law) and they love you. Ray has been like family for years too, and there’s no better man for you than him. But maybe at the time you were just too scared and foolish to realize that they’d always have your back and support you no matter what.
14. You’re Ray’s wife. You used to be a journalist, but your articles caught the interest of an espionage agency. They gave you an interview under the guise of a publishing company and, during it, you noticed the organization's hidden cameras and microphones. You discovered the interview’s true purpose and passed the test. Your set of skills got you hired on the spot, and you built a career as one of the top spies in the organization. You’ve obtained valuable intel while infiltrating galas, fundraisers, house parties, board meetings, etc. But you promised Ray not to go on any more missions once you became pregnant. So you retire, or work from the safety of your own office at home instead of actively being out on the field. Despite both you and Ray laying low and taking as many precautions as possible to keep yourselves safe, somehow enemies of your agency or Mickey Pearson had discovered your location and/or connection to Ray. They sabotage your vehicle and set you up to get into a serious car accident in an attempt to eliminate you. They want to use your death to get to your husband and ultimately yours and/or his boss. Your body is gone from the crash scene, so you’re believed to be missing or dead.
What Ray doesn’t know until later is that Mickey pulled some strings to get you out of there and sent you to a high security hospital without the enemy agents knowing. You were swapped out with a body too damaged for recognition while the enemy agents were distracted by a diversion and they took it, believing it to be you. Ray is sent your coordinates from a burner phone and drives as fast as he can to get to you, scared half to death about you and your child. If either of you are hurt or dead, there will be hell to pay. There were rules to this game, one of the most important being to never go after wives or children. The people who targeted and attacked you will pay. Once Ray and Mickey are through with them, they’ll wish they had never been born. There are fates much worse than death, after all. But first, Ray needs to be the doting husband and take extra good care of you and his unborn child. You need him now more than ever.
15. Ocean’s 8/11/12-esque fic with Ray and you. The plot is up to you, just imagine an action packed heist with him.
16. Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU: You and your husband, Ray, had been attending marriage counseling since it was on the rocks for a while and divorce seemed imminent. You were working for rival agencies at the time and were each ordered to kill the other. But neither of you realized you were each other’s target because the names you’d been given on the slip of paper were aliases you and Ray used. You also wore masks or disguises to infiltrate places. Your rivalry had resulted in multiple massive shootouts or perfectly laid traps that you and Ray survived and got out of. One such shootout nearly destroyed your house and ended with you aiming at each other’s heads, but once the masks/disguises got knocked off and you each realized who you were trying to kill, you stopped and threw down your weapons. Ray told you he loved you and couldn’t kill you. You told him the same. You made love and reconciled, then teamed up instead. You became such a power couple that your employers sent other assassins after you both to finish the job. In present day, you and Ray hold hands and tell your marriage counselor that your careers are going great and your marriage is thriving.
17. You’re Ray’s neighbor and have no inkling about who he really is or what he does. He befriends you and invites you over to his house to cook dinner for you on occasion. You enjoy these cozy evenings where you help him in the kitchen, then relax on the couch and watch a movie by the fire. Or sometimes you just sit and talk, his arm laying over the back of the couch behind you. In the darkness of the room while the movie plays, you’ve shared fleeting kisses and Ray’s arm has moved to your shoulder so he can hold you close. Ray has never experienced this kind of romantic affection before since he’s been so focused on his work, but it feels nice with you. You’ve asked about his job, but he’s told you something mundane that’s just a cover. The less you know, the safer you’ll be. You don’t even know who Mickey Pearson is and Ray wants to keep it that way.
On one of these date nights, he finally takes you to bed. While you’re making love, you tell Ray you love him. In the wee hours of the morning, you crawl out from underneath him without waking him up and throw on one of his shirts. You climb down the stairs leading to the basement, either in search of a midnight snack or wanting to make breakfast since he made dinner the night before. You open the freezer, only to discover the body of Aslan. Ray is awoken by your screams and grabs his gun, afraid you’re hurt or there’s an intruder. You hear his footsteps rushing towards where you are as he calls your name. Oh god, what do you do? What happens now?
18. Something similar to that scene from The Godfather Part 2: You’re Ray’s wife (maybe you’re pregnant) and you’re in bed when you ask him to close the curtains. That’s when he notices the snipers and has you get down as gunfire destroys your bedroom. While you fall out of the bed with a cry, Ray crawls towards you and lays on top of you to shield you with his body. He asks if you’ve been hit, and you’re maybe hit in the shoulder or have a superficial graze. Either way, seeing your blood is enough to make Ray livid. He’s like Mickey in that he doesn’t give a damn about money but he is very emotional about how someone dared to target his home, his family! Attacked in his bedroom where his wife sleeps and where his children may play with their toys. The people who did this are not going unpunished, and Mickey would definitely help his friend and consigliere in getting retribution. Those people will wish they’d never been born once he and Mickey get to them. Death is too quick a mercy.
19. Threesome between Will, you and Catfish. That is all. That’s the prompt.
20. You’re Catfish’s sister who works as a makeup artist in Hollywood. Your brother got his pilot license suspended on a coke bust because he was covering for you. You were in deep shit and needed his help to get out, nearly in hysterics from all your panicking. He loves you so much he’d do anything to protect you. But you know how much Frankie loves to fly, so you feel immensely guilty for what happened. For both yours and your brother’s sake, you go into rehab. You’re finally ready to accept help for your drug addiction. In the past you fell in with Dieter Bravo, an Oscar-winning actor who you used to do makeup on for his movies. You’d talk for hours while he was in your chair, and eventually you started sleeping together and doing drugs with him. For a while it was just about sex and drugs, but then you fell in love with him and he with you. You saved Dieter from an OD and that was when he realized he loved you.
You had a lot of fun and good times with Dieter when you were fuck buddies and dating, but you also had a lot of bad times and rough patches. Eventually you and Dieter made the mutual decision to break things off amicably, but you’re still best friends to this day. You meet Will when he picks you up from rehab while your brother is busy with his new baby, and from there you become friends. The longer you stay clean, the more you and Will get to know each other and fall in love. Catfish and the guys are so proud of you, supportive in every step of your recovery. When you run into Dieter again, he’s excited to tell you about Anika and his own journey towards getting clean. You meet Anika and Dieter meets Will. You’re both so happy for each other and how your lives have turned around for the better.
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